Spanking Archive Updates
Charlie Keeps the Upper Hand, by C.J. West (December 5, 2016)
When her dad was the spanker she was bent forward over the back of a chair or if it was in her room, over the bed. He would flip up her skirt or pull down her jeans. But her panties remained in place. Then he would take his belt, folded in quarters, and give her fifteen to twenty lashes across the bottom.
The one exception was the last spanking she got. The family was on vacation and Sabrina had broken her curfew, coming in nearly two hours late. To make things worse, it was not the first time. The following morning her mother scolded her and told her to get to her room. Sabrina resisted. They got into an argument. Unfortunately for the misbehaving teenager, her father was close enough to hear the entire thing.
Chastised Cheerleaders, by Maggie Amberson (December 5, 2016)
"Yee -- Ouch! Oh! Stop it! Please, I --" My free hand flew impulsively to my backside to protect myself from the onslaught. Of course Berkeley just joined it to my other hand, and held them both down with one powerful grip. He squeezed his legs tighter around mine, adjusting me more securely for the punishment. I stared at the floor, and as much as I struggled, I could barely budge an inch, and my bottom was now completely defenseless. I had never been so humiliated in all my life! I was trembling with rage, but I was also red in the face from the worst embarrassment I'd ever known.
All Rise, by Paula (December 2, 2016)
John smoothed her hair and shushed her as if she were a toddler. "Honey, listen to me. The judge and I have talked this out long and hard. Nothing else has worked. You KNOW I have tried to talk to you several times these past weeks, you won't listen." Without thinking, Susan's lower lip began to protrude. John glanced at the judge, who nodded. "Susan, you ARE acting like a defiant kid...won't listen, won't accept the judgments of those who are in a better position that you are right now to see what you are doing---or NOT doing, as the case may be. The judge has convinced me that this is the best method of dealing with this little character flaw of yours." He had maneuvered her to the end of the table, and had his hand on her skirt covered backside. "And as long as we are into disclosure, there is something else you ought to know, darling." She looked up at him, her eyes starting to fill with tears of rage, frustration, and fear. "The judge is giving me the strap...as a wedding present."
Amanda, by Ida (December 2, 2016)
The bombardment of her bottom had to be causing her some discomfort but Amanda's moans seemed to contain more pleasure than pain and the wriggling around she did seemed to indicate she was enjoying her spanking a bit more than he intended her to; David decided it was time to escalate the proceedings. He administered a particularly stiff whack to the soft globes. "OUCH, that one really hurt David." "Good, now will you take off your clothes?" Meekly she replied "Yes" and climbed off his lap pausing to rub her bottom a bit before disrobing. Just as she reached for the dress zipper he stopped her, "Wait, I'll do the dress but you take everything else off except the panties, leave those to me." He pulled her to him, pressed his lips to hers in a moist kiss, his hands slid down her body and up again to the back zipper, slowly, tantalizingly, the zipper slipped down. Amanda felt a surge of passionate excitement rush through her. The dress slithered off, David caressed her body, kneading the buttocks through the silky satin panties.
Spanking 101, by Taylor Moore (November 28, 2016)
His hand was spanking her hard, and she was yelping and jerking in response, but both of them knew there was more to this than a spanking. She didn't think he knew she knew though, or at least, she was sure he WASN'T sure.
She did the same trick she had the other night, throwing her right leg wide off his knee while twisting to one side. As before, he caught her, and the feel of his big rough hand cupping her pussy through the thin cotton, his end fingers pressing right up against the soft skin of her inner thighs, made heat gush through her body.
Unconscionable Acts, by Barie (November 28, 2016)
"Nooooo... I'm doing it," Barbie took her time loosening the snap on the waistband of the shorts. It was always embarrassing to take her jeans or shorts off. Always. She hated to stand there in her panties and be scolded before the real punishment. However, this time it was much, much worse. She knew that she wasn't wearing any panties. She had a feeling that Uncle Grant wasn't going to be happy about that little fact. As usual he wouldn't understand that she didn't want the panties to stick out at the bottom of the shorts. She needed some new high cut panties and hadn't gotten them yet. At the moment she wished she had taken the time to get a pair. But who would have thought that Uncle Grant would ever find out what she was doing on a Friday afternoon all the way across town from him. He always seemed to work late on Fridays.
Angela & the Professor, by Alexia (November 25, 2016)
"I'm very disappointed with your work this semester, Angela. You are capable of far better grades if only you'd apply yourself. There is a guest room upstairs, where you could stay while you rewrote the term papers and studied for your exams. I would be pleased to tutor you as necessary, and provide assistance with the work -- if you would like such help. If you stay, you will work harder than you've ever worked before. I'll make sure of it.
"But before you decide, there is the matter of your abominable grades, -- and cheating.” He took the hairbrush in hand and sat down. "Come here, Angela.”
Beware, Angels, by Barbie (November 25, 2016)
"And now, young lady, over my knee," Steve said and watched her crawl over his knee on her own accord. She settled and he placed the paddle down across her cheeks. She squirmed. He rubbed the paddle over her bottom. Then he lifted it and swung. Annie cried out and kicked her legs. He took hold of her waist and held her tightly. She tried to roll from side to side as the paddle went from the base of her cheeks to the top of the curve and back down again. He gave her twenty, good, hard smacks before he stopped to scold. She was gasping and kicking and even crying.
Act of Contrition, by Barbie (November 21, 2016)
"But, Uncle Grant, I'm explaining to you. I have already been suitably punished and absolved from that,” Barbie protested as she stood before Uncle Grant in his office.
"Absolved?” Uncle Grant's eyebrows raised.
"Yes,” Barbie returned, her head nodding so vigorously that her pony tail was bouncing up and down as well as from side to side. She knew that she had him this time. Spankings were a thing of the past. The best day of her life was the day that she and Annie had run into Cathy. "I've been forgiven by God.”
Actions Speak Louder, by Kate (November 21, 2016)
Feeling sorry for herself wasn't a pastime Melissa Grant normally indulged in, nor was drowning such an emotion with one or two drinks too many. She was quietly finishing her third glass of champagne on an empty stomach, however, and her clear, astute grey eyes were shadowed with thoughts she'd suppressed until now as they swept the elegant, lively party her boss and his wife were throwing for her ex-fiance and his new bride-to-be.
It Doesn't Pay to Cheat, by The Sergeant (November 14, 2016)
It all fell apart for both girls when the teacher took their papers, wrote a large "F" on the front of each and said, in a low voice "I want to see both of you when the other students finish testing. Make sure that you are available." Tears glistened in both sets of eyes, but the girls knew better than not to obey and they went out on the recreation field, sitting at a small picnic table, to wait to find out what their fate would be.
Understanding Emma, by Don & Roda (November 14, 2016)
Gary was livid when he hung up the phone. Livid as he grabbed his jacket and rushed to the house. Livid, as he burst through the bedroom door to find his lovely Emma, resting, pale, and still shaky after the morning's ordeal, on the green damask chaise lounge. Livid, as he crossed the spacious room and then he stopped. She had been hurt, after all.
Lucky Seven, by Alexia (November 11, 2016)
"You were warned the day before that I wouldn't tolerate disrespect or disobedience any longer..." He raised the paddle and felt the girl flinch in anticipation, "...and now I'm going to show you how serious I. am."
Without another word he began to spank the girl, closing his ears to the rising wails and complaints applying the paddle firmly to her round buttocks and thighs. She tried to protect herself, but each time she reached behind, John walloped a single spot on her thigh until she had both hands well away. It would be bruised, but it taught her a lesson, The rest of her fanny reddened with the paddling, ached and burned, and then Lynn began to weep.
Man & Wife, by A.B. (November 11, 2016)
Now that she was firmly fixed in this ancient, face-down nursery position, Fran gave up the struggle and lay quietly. "Please, please," she continued to croon softly, but it was the automatic pleading of a naughty child who knows shehas no real hope of escaping her punishment.
Jim took the hem of his wife's skirt, which was already around her thighs, and began to work it upwards. The dress fit too snugly to be simply swept or pulled up. In fact, as he got closer to the fullness of her bottom, Jim began to doubt that he would be able to get the skirt up without damaging it. But up it would go, on that he was determined. He stretched the material as far as he dared, and heard a seam start to let go.
"Wait!" cried Fran. "Don't rip it! It's a good dress!"
Flying by the Seat of her Panties, by A.L. Purvis (November 7, 2016)
She balked. She opened her mouth to say something, but thought better of it. Her blush deepened. Finally, she lowered her head, and then lowered her pants a little, to about where most plumbers wear their britches. She kept her head down as she shuffled over to my side and leaned over the landing zone. I eased her down over my knees and started to pull her stretch pants further down. "No!" she said. She reached back with her right hand to stop the decent of her waistband. I caught her right wrist and moved it to the middle of her lower back and held it there with my left hand. I pressed my left forearm down on her spine, so she couldn't get up. With her black pants at mid thigh, I was free to admire the seat of her sensible white panties, stretched as tight a the head on a kettle drum around her expansive rear end. The sound my hand would make on this drum would be much fleshier than the sound I make on the kettle drum I play in the orchestra, but I was sure it would make Jeannette want to march. I also knew she would soon provide vocal accompaniment, and no doubt a bit of high harmony before I was through with her.
Peeping Tom, by Don & Roda (November 7, 2016)
How does she constantly get herself into binds like this" I wondered what to do to leave an indelible impression on my brat, so I had her hike her skirt and stand in the corner while I considered. Resolving that whatever I did, it should include the aggrieved party, so I went down the three flights of stairs in my building, over to the next building, and up three flights. Penny was hostile at first, but when she understood that I wasn't there to defend my hot-headed wife, but to ask her opinions on a suitable punishment, she mellowed. She told me that she would be satisfied with a simple apology, but her husband was furious and her son, who had been questioned at his school, probably wanted a more strenuous retribution. When I told her that Maria was still subjected to corporal punishment she was dubious until we went into the boy's room, opened the curtains, and she saw Maria's panty-clad bottom as she stood in her corner. Now a believer, Penny fairly glowed with the prospect of punishing Maria, and came up with several ideas during our animated discussion. We agreed that any remedy should rightfully include the boy who, after all, had only done what any red-blooded boy would have done when presented with such a view. Heck, -I'd look myself! We came up with a plan that satisfied her need for retribution, but at the same time accommodated her limits on how much "education” her son was ready for and would be able to assimilate without emotional damage. We concluded with her promising to discuss our plan with her son and husband when they returned and, after obtaining the anticipated agreement, that she would call me with a "go” or "no- go” signal. "She'll never talk to me again” was Penny's parting comment, -but it was said with a giggle.
On the Job Training, by Dr. Ken (November 4, 2016)
Rita's bottom was literally bouncing under Mike's palm, and turning redder all the time. Rita began pleading for him to stop, and promising that she would pass the lesson. When her voice finally conveyed the right measure of sincerity, he stopped. She hung limply over his lap. He rubbed her backside for a few seconds, and then told her to get up. She slowly made it to her feet, wincing at the throbbing of her well-smacked bottom. She rubbed her behind for a moment or two, and then slowly and carefully pulled her panties and sweatpants up and into place.
Painfully Sweet Memories, Part 2, by A.G.A. (November 4, 2016)
Southgate smiled. “Good, this is good.” He walked around her and raised her skirt with the tip of the cane, looking at her bottom. “You are lazy, aren't you, Healey?”
“Yes, Sir,” she admitted weakly.
“Yeah, I know a lazy rump when I see one,” he said and let her skirt drop. “Raise your skirt, pull down your knickers and let everyone see how lazy it is.” Melissa Healey miserably did as she was told and Mr. Southgate tapped her bare bottom with his cane and said: “Each and every one of you! Take a good look because this is as lazy a rump as I’ve ever seen.” Then he walked in front of her, tipped her chin in his fingers and his eyes bore into hers.
“Been thrashed this year, Healey?”
Painfully Sweet Memories, Part 1, by A.G.A. (October 31, 2016)
”You wouldn't dare!”
"I wouldn't, would I?” he'd said. He grabbed her by the arm, pulled her up, sat down in his chair and even though Cecilia was a big girl he could easily bend her over his knees where she hung like a fish out of water, arms flailing and legs kicking. Just as easily as he took her across his knees he held her in place and didn't pay any attention to her arms or legs.
There was just one part of her body he saw.
In her bent over position Cecilia's dress clung to that part as if its life depended on it and Sandgren contemplated the charming and inviting curves underneath. It was plain she wasn't wearing a girdle.
Paddle Burning, by Barbie (October 31, 2016)
Uncle Grant stood behind his desk and opened the phone book. He ran his fingers down the yellow pages and dialed. Barbie watched as he asked for a beautician to come to the house. He offered a lot of money for the service. As he placed the receiver back in the cradle, he said, "Mrs. Todd won't have to go around here with green hair or even be embarrassed to have to go out in the street, fortunately. But, I think you have a score to settle with her, don't you?"
Barbie nodded and crossed over to him. He pushed back the chair, and Barbie draped herself across his knees after handing him the paddle. As Uncle Grant reached for her skirt hem, BArbie's head came up.
Mustang Sally, by Z.Z. (October 28, 2016)
“But it stings!” Sally protested. Never the less she put her hands in front of her. She was frightened and did not want to anger her father further. The strap had made a white line across both buttocks when it landed but as blood rushed in the line was now turning a bright pink.
“CRACK!” The leather strap landed a second time making another line next to the first. Sally jerked her bottom and called out again but managed to keep her hands on the car hood.
Nasty Nancy, by Randy Slapp (October 28, 2016)
I was hyperventilating as I saw everyone watching Liz' performance. My mind reeled with fear of my three part torture to come. First I'd have my panties pulled down, then the extreme pain of the paddle, then I'd be the one bouncing around bottomless in front of my Auntie Cousin and Uncle!
After about a minute Liz calmed down enough to stand still her hands still clasped behind her. Mom asked her if she'd ever act up in church again, and she groaned "No, I promise, I promise!" Then Mom made her get the paddle from Dad and bring it to me. I took the wood and felt it heavy in my hand as Liz got sent to the corner, her underwear still pulled down, where she stood with her sorry-looking behind presented to us.
Party Time, by Annie (October 24, 2016)
Smack! "What about getting drunk?" Smack! "What about hanging all over half the guys at the party?" Smack! "What about telling your friend Pam that you wished you had never married me?" Smack! "What about causing a scene because you wanted to drive home?" Smack! "What about fighting with me all the way home AND after we got here?"
Smack! Smack! "I guess since all you did at the party was have a good time, then you can just stare at the floor for a time while I have a good time!" Smack! Smack!
I was really feeling each hard spank of Scott's hand. After everything he had just said, I had a sinking feeling that I wouldn't be getting up anytime soon. Just then he seemed to pick up the pace, with no more pauses for talking. Very quickly the heat in my ass felt like someone set me on fire! I was squealing, and wiggling as much as I could.
Phone Manners Re-Learned, by Melissa (October 24, 2016)
I returned and meekly handed him the paddle. He sat on the bed and pulled me across his lap. Walt gave me no time to get comfortable (not that it would have been possible). He just started right in with the punishment. Stroke after stroke fell hard. I cried out as the paddle fell repeatedly in the same vicinity. As I struggled to get away, Walt got a firm hold on my waist and held me in place.
Rob, by Alexia (October 21, 2016)
I scowled, but didn't stomp my foot. It was just my luck that Rob remembered that incident a year ago, when I was so engrossed in following an enormous blue-scrawled filefish that I got separated from the group and had to go to the surface and find my way back to the Bad Dog myself. Rob was furious, but Jess was cool and determined. He bent me over the starboard rail, peeled down my bikini briefs, and spanked me long and hard until I was howling with the sting of it and flailing like a fish out of water. After the spanking I had to go directly to Rob and apologize for my stupidity. If I wasn't already shamed enough to want to die, I then had to endure the dive-master's scathing lecture about safety, delivered in front of the rest of the group that had then arrived back on board. The crisp staccato of his voice echoed out across the water, and I imagined the whole resort knew of it.
Sally's Stern Spouse, by M.S. (October 21, 2016)
And then, abruptly, it stopped. Mr. Cash, nearly breathless from his exertion, simply stopped the spanking as suddenly as he had begun. Still holding the hairbrush in his hand he released the girl to let her writhe and kick to her heart's content. And writhe and kick she did! Beside herself in burning agony, her hands shot back to try and rub some of the fire from the surface of her punished behind. Still kicking and bounding her hands furiously rubbed the burning nates as Mr. Cash, John and Sally looked on.
A spanking as severe as this one took some time to recover from and so Cindy entertained the group with her bounding, and rubbing and sobbing for another several minutes. Her poor bottom was quite a sight to see. Reddened to a deep crimson, the upper summits presented a stark contrast to the whiteness of Cindy's legs and back. In some places one could make out the definite imprint of the hairbrush while in others the hairbrush had visited so many times as to make any one print invisible.
A Necessary Return to Spanking, by Don Barton (October 17, 2016)
Debbie made every effort to take the sway out of her walk and be calm as she slowly walked up the stairs and down the hall to her room.
Entering her bedroom, Debbie plopped herself down on her bed - her bottom hitting the bed far softer than her bare bottom would be getting swatted very shortly - and waited - waited for her first bare-bottomed spanking - in fact, her first and only spanking since her last one a long three years ago.
Waiting on her bed, Debbie remembered how vicious the last spanking her father had given her had been (it had been one of the few times he'd ever used the razor strap on her), for yelling and swearing at her mother while her mother was scolding her for a bad report card, and over the years, she had been very thankful that it had been her last spanking. Her last one until now, that is.
Back to Normal, by Barbie O. (October 17, 2016)
Barbie got in that corner and stood there rubbing her bottom and sobbing. She felt very sorry for herself. First she had had a horrendous ride home. She had never been so frightened in her life. Actually, she had already taken a pledge to never get herself in that circumstance again--so the belt was really unnecessary. However, she didn't think Uncle Grant was in any mood to hear that at the moment. He was going to wear her out and that was all there was to it. She began to sob harder. She was scared. Her bottom felt terrible. She wondered how she ever stood to be spanked as often as she had been growing up. Was Uncle Grant spanking harder these days or was it that it had been so long between spankings" Did one grow used to having one's bottom bared and spanked" She didn't know how she would survive the belt. She began to shake as she thought about it.
Daddy Borrow a Paddle, by Tess (October 14, 2016)
My father never spanked me until I was nineteen. Until then I was always punished by a variety of grounding, allowance withholding, privileges revoked, and just plain general disapproval and lectures. I had to admit that I preferred spanking, but this admission was never made, of course, when I was actually over someone's knees!
Joe and Betty-1954, by Alan O. (October 14, 2016)
“Betty! Come on, honey, stop that!” Joe Gilbert watched immobile now, in complete frustration as his 20-year-old wife of one year opened the door to their apartment and dashed out angrily into the hallway. The slamming door cut off his plea of, “Come on, Betty, let’s talk this out!”
He stood there in the living room, shaking his head, hesitating, not knowing what to do next. Seconds later he went to the door, opened it, and stepped out, still hoping to find her. He saw her disappear into the elevator. “Where are you going?” he called. But she was gone. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
Joella Steps Out, by Tess (October 10, 2016)
Ken looked her up and down, then shook his head. "A fancy hairdo, a lot of makeup, a slinky dress ... what you look like, Joella, is a little girl playing at being a slut. And the immature, irresponsible way you've acted tonight goes a long way in showing me that you aren't grown up. Also that it's been too long since you got your butt blistered or you wouldn't even think of acting like you did tonight. I reckon your Dad can straighten you out real damned fast...but I'm going to add my bit right now if you don't get down here by the count of three. One...two..."
Lay Over Spankings, Al Purvis (October 10, 2016)
Two months passed without unpleasant incident. Then one Thursday morning Roger woke us all up himself for an urgent meeting in the parlor. Colleen and Erika scurried for some sort of clothing. "I have to go to the bathroom first," Bertie whined, but Roger herded her in her baby dolls right along with the rest of us, saying, "This won't take long." This was the second time we had seen him angry and we thought for sure we had overstayed our welcome this time. He sat us down on the sofa, then sat down in a straight backed chair on the other side of the coffee table, and explained, "I couldn't take you to dinner last night because I had a date with a woman I care for deeply." Sounded like the girlfriend wouldn't understand four flight attendants staying over so he would want his key back now. That wasn't it. He went on, "After dinner we came back here for a drink. We sat right there where you're sitting now. Guess what she saw?" We all looked around the room. Erika spotted it first and her mouth dropped open. The rest of us looked where she was staring. Behind Roger a big bra dangled from the lamp shade.
Lisa's New Job, by Alexia (October 7, 2016)
"Very well, young lady. You have now earned 10 extra spanks for dawdling! If I have to come and get you it will be 25 extra!" Lisa finally snapped out of it and made her way over to her governess' side. Emily reached up and grabbed her, dragging her over her lap. She took a moment to adjust the naughty girl on her lap, then lifted her dress up to her slender waist. Although she knew it was coming, Lisa still cried out in horror as Emily pulled her white nylon panties down to her knees. With the decks cleared for action, Emily raised the hairbrush and brought it down decisively across both dimpled cheeks. Again the study was filled with the sound of a solid wooden hairbrush spanking soft feminine flesh and the anguished cries of one very sore teenager.
Lottery Tickets, by M.D. (October 7, 2016)
Mark looked down at the sight before him. He'd viewed Nancy's pretty posterior from many angles, both covered and uncovered,but never this one. The full ovals of girl-flesh undulated slightly in the center of his lap and Mark's emotions stirred. Yes, he was angry with her and yes, she was going to get a sound spanking, but he still had to pause and admire the beauty of those opulent white globes. Impulsively, he leaned forward, planting a kiss on the summit of each buttock. But the time for gentleness had ended, the time to punish had begun!
Little Red Riding Hood, by Alexia (October 3, 2016)
And then she was tumbling off his lap and landing on her tender bottom in the scratchy, coarse straw. The confused and smarting girl scrambled to her feet and hastily pulled up the dropflap to her pantaloons, dashed away from the shed as fast as her legs could carry her, and leapt to her pony's back. Her startled groan as her sore nether regions met with the pony's broad back frightened the beast into a canter, which in turn made poor Rosa sorer still.
Behind her there was a roaring, devilish laugh that faded as her pony plunged back into the forest.
It was a much shorter ride home for Rosa than the way out had been, for the pony took the most direct route and arrived in its own paddock less than ten minutes after its mistress ran from the shed, the spanking, and the forester's humor. Rosa flung herself down and ran for her room in the cottage where she stayed for the rest of the afternoon, shamed and once again angry.
Reading is Fundamental, by Ralph Greco, Jr. (October 3, 2016)
"But Tom," Juli tried as Tom came around to her ass again.
Admiring the view of her long balancing legs, her tight bottom and the spray of her long chestnut hair across her turned cheek, Tom watched in delight as Juli continued to grind her hips against the hard table-top. Yes, she feared being hit by the book, but she also wanted it.
"Just five," Tom announced, spread his feet and brought the book back. Juli just stared wide-eyed over her shoulder as the book connected.
Margaret's Enlightenment, by M.S. (September 30, 2016)
"Didn't I tell you to clean the kitchen yesterday?", he demanded. Without waiting for an answer, he delivered four more solid smacks to the bounding behind on his lap. "Didn't you tell me that you'd have it all cleaned by yesterday?", he demanded again, punctuating his question with yet another four firm spanks to the unfortunate Micky's bright red behind. "Well", SMACK, "didn't I?", SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. "Oww, ohh", sang back the unfortunate Micky, "oww, owww, stop. It hurts. It hurts. Ohh, please stop!" WHACK... "That's not what I asked you." smack, smack. "Answer the question!" SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. Micky's long legs both kicked into the air as the last spank burned across her up-turned heinie. The reddened behind first huddled then yawned open as she arched outward trying to relieve the fire imparted by the punishing hairbrush.
Molly and Mike, by Jason (September 30, 2016)
As Molly left the airport and turned on to Mockingbird Lane for the trip to downtown Dallas, she remembered the time she had become Mike's disciplinarian as well as his loving wife. It was their wedding night in the honeymoon suite of a luxury hotel near Reunion Tower in downtown Dallas. She was sitting on the bed in white lace bra and panties. Mike, in white cotton briefs, had finished shaving and brushing his teeth in the bathroom and was standing beside her. She had only meant to be teasing when she said, "You had a little trouble concentrating on the wedding vows, my darling Mike. The priest had to repeat them twice."
A Spanking for the Bride, by MD (September 26, 2016)
This couldn't be happening, but it was. Slowly she ascended the stairs and noticed the light already on in their bedroom. It was focussed directly on the pillows. He had told her ten minutes. It was sufficient time and slowly she prepared herself according to his instructions. She undressed by removing first her hose and panties, reaching underneath the dress and, only then, the dress itself. Finally her bra and she was naked. Turning sideways to the mirror she noticed her reddened derriere and wondered what shade it would be in a short while.
You Can Go Home, by Connie (September 26, 2016)
But this is the thing about a spanking. You may start out feeling that way--that you're going to keep your pride--but after a time the sting becomes the overriding consideration. You simply forget about everything else. Even as a child, when I was spanked on rare occasions in front of other children, the humiliation was horrible in the beginning, but after a while I'd forget they were even there. Now, when Dad started to deliver those volleys that landed numerous blows on one cheek, smacks over smacks, I didn't even think about Bob witnessing the whole thing. I let go and yelled and bucked and kicked and I'm sure showed every private part of myself with abandon. The most important thing in the world at this point was for it to stop and yet there was absolutely no way I could make it stop. It would go on until Dad decided it was time for it to stop. But still I tried, pleading desperately, "I'll be good I promise I will. I won't ever do it again." When it was finally over I lay across Dad's lap, sobbing and panting and finally thought again about Bob. Through my tears, I sneaked a glance at him. He was sitting there on the sofa, with a look of total amazement on his face--and something else too. Although I could scarcely believe it, there was the faintest smile on his lips.
Schoolgirl Sage, 2, by A.G. Geiger (September 23, 2016)
"Now hold on," he told her, as he rubbed the paddle softly against her seat. "This is for your own good, and you know that, and I hope it'll be the only time I have to do this."
With that, he drew the paddle back and, with a rush of wind, brought it smacking hard into both of Marsha's cheeks with a loud SMACK that echoed off the ceiling of the garage. She grunted, and gave a little squeal.
With barely a pause, he spanked her two more times with the wooden paddle, and now her cries rose. By the fourth and fifth, her rear was burning, and could hardly stay still. Through it all, Rachel's father watched with some satisfaction -- Marsha had been his daughter's henchman for too long, and had this coming, and more-- while Rachel stood stock still in disbelief.
Screen Test, by Randy (September 23, 2016)
The teacher would lay the implement flat against his target, as if measuring the distance, then raise his arm. The cane made an audible swish in the air, even through the speaker system, and a cry of anguish followed closely after each stroke.
The other girls were wincing in sympathy each time the cane fell. Or perhaps the winces were in anticipation of their own ordeals.
This punishment was much slower, much more deliberate than the spanking Daniel had witnessed in the baths. The teacher delivered each stroke carefully, then waited for the shrieks and the writhing to subside before he delivered the next. Daniel was mesmerized in spite of himself - he watched each red line appear on the girl's pale flesh, and had the almost overwhelming urge to run his finger over one of the welts.
"Oops, sorry...and thanks," said Chuck as he handed the brush over. Later he would wonder at his naivete in missing the import of so many of his aunt's remarks. For now, he simply stood back, taking it all in like a kid on his first trip to Disney World. There was too much to observe and remember.
Salt on the Tail, by Barbie (September 19, 2016)
Barbie couldn’t keep from kicking and screaming. She had never felt so hysterical during a spanking. She always got nearly hysterical but never like this. It was too much! She couldn’t take any more. But she had to. It went on and on!
Uncle Grant smacked one cheek and then the other and then in the middle of both. Barbie howled and begged. Uncle Grant slipped down to the tops of her thighs and spent too long being sure that they matched her bottom. Barbie was wild with pain and regret. She had never regretted anything so much as this.
“I’ll never do it again! I’ll never do it again!” She screamed and hoped that Uncle Grant could understand the sounds that were punctuated by cries of pain. There hadn’t been a chance to be stoic at any time during this punishment. He had never just grabbed her like this before, and she hoped that he never did it this way again.
Schoolgirl Saga, 1, by A.G. Geiger (September 19, 2016)
She blinked, flustered by the pain and the humiliation she was feeling, as a 17-year-old being spanked by a man she didn't even know. What was worse, deep inside she knew she would never live this down, even if no one else ever found out. A band of red -hot pain and embarrassment, about four inches wide, spread across her backside, deepest at the crowns of her two voluptuous cheeks and trailing off as the flesh curved away in both directions.
After a wait of 10 seconds, he raised the paddle again, this time barely brushing her jeans clad seat with a gentle slapping motion as he rubbed it against the lowermost slopes of her backside. Had she not been pressed up hard against the desk, she'd have flinched at the slightest contact with the hard wood of the paddle-- as it was, she could feel herself cringing inside, waiting for the second swat that she knew was inevitable.
Trained Wives, by Chuck (September 16, 2016)
Paula's behind, creamy white when it was first denuded, jumped upward with each blow. As the tempo picked up, she began to wiggle it around on her husband's lap in a vain attempt to ward off the spanks.
"JIM, PLEASE!", she cried. "NOT TO HARD TONIGHT! I PROMISE I'LL GO OVER YOUR KNEES TOMORROW WITHOUT ARGUMENT! OWWW! OWWW! OH, JIMMMM ..."
The angry husband was not moved by his wife's pleas for mercy. He watched as the deep, shadowy crevice that separated her buttocks tightened and the two half-moons virtually became one as the pinkness gradually became a brighter red. He had a calloused palm and it was only a couple minutes before tears were trickling down the young woman's face.
Wendy, by Helier (September 16, 2016)
She turned away from me and cleared her shirt up to stick her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts. For a moment she hesitated and turned her eyes up to the ceiling then she edged her shorts over her bottom and down to her knees.
"Do whatever you have to," she mumbled. "I won't complain."
Her bottom was delightfully tight and round, stretching her white cotton panties with their tiny lilac flowers. Seeing her I wondered why on earth it had taken me three years to get round to this. But then a strange thought occurred to me as I watched her bend over and put her hands on her knees, pushing out her buttocks beautifully - maybe it was her that had taken three years to get this far.
Southern Man, by Caroline (September 12, 2016)
"No, please". She joined him there."I'm sorry I'd like to apologize" He just turned back to the dishes and suds. "Please? I feel awful. Won't you forgive me? It was a prank. A childish..."
"Yes, it was certainly childish." Vivien blushed deeply at his tone. Dammit. She liked him. Why did she have to pull a stupid trick like that?
"Travis, Travis, will you at least look at me while I'm grovelling? " She tried to make a joke. "Come on, I'm sorry. Whaddya say?. Let's call out the firing squad?"
"No", he said simply, quietly as he washed the dishes. She frowned. She was upset. She really hadn't meant any harm. Dammit.
Will Susan Ever Learn, by James Fox (September 12, 2016)
WHAP! His palm hit her right buttock with a satisfying explosion. Equally satisfying was the ‘EEOOW’ in reaction to it. WHAP! He evened it up on the other cheek. ‘AAOOW.’
This was good. SPLATT! ‘AAAH!’ SPLATT! ‘OOWW!’ It occurred to him that it was a bit like driving off only with no follow through. He raised his hand above his head and brought it down in a well controlled arc. SPLAMM! ‘WAAHH!’ It was a good thing he had one of the best drives at the club.
WHAPP! ‘EEEH!’ WHAPP ‘Oooow!’ He paused a moment. ‘Justin! Stop it! You're really hurting me.’ She started serious struggling trying to get her hands back to cover her bottom. He grabbed her right hand and pushed it into the small of her back.
Stacy's Trip Home, by C.J. West (September 9, 2016)
Stacy did very well in the pageant, finishing as the second runner up. She really seemed excited about doing so well that night, after the results were announced. But a few short days later her attitude changed. She started to complain about the judges, criticizing the winner and just whining about her fate. She also continued to show the members of her family less than the normal courtesies.This time, when Herb suggested warming his daughter's backside, there was no objection from his wife. "Young lady," he said, approaching Stacy in the living room, "we are not your servants in this house." By now he had reached her side. "You know how to treat people," he said, taking hold of her arm, "and you know the proper ways to behave and to show good
Summer of Our Discontent, by Rosy B. Goode. (September 9, 2016)
All the way to school, I kept thinking about my poor Mom. I had to talk to her, to apologize for all the trouble. I couldn't stand not knowing what really went on, so I weaseled and needled it out of my cousin Becky, a sophomore.
She went on to tell me that none of the kids had ever been taken to the woodshed, but that her own mother, Lucy, had been taken there at least twice. Becky also overheard her Great- grandpa talking with her Grandpa, Ned, about a "tannin'" that Grandfather had given Ruth. Becky said that Ruth tried to run the house and her Great-grandpa would not have it!"Just two weeks after her honeymoon with Grandpa Ned, Great- grandpa took Ruth to the woodshed. According to Great-grandpa, he spanked Ruth like a little child, you know, bare-bottomed. This was 'to put her in her place!' Then Great-grandpa lifted one foot onto the spanking stool, put Ruth across his single up- raised knee, and then thrashed her with his belt. This was 'so she would know better the next time!'"
Tasting the Tawse at 27, by B.T. (September 5, 2016)
She put her hand back in place and braced with palms under her zipper, pushing her pelvis into them. She sensed the next lick coming and tried to squinch her seat, but with such tight jeans on and with her toes over the bed edges, her rump muscles wouldn't bunch up. A growlingly painful splat laced her right cheek, just outside her high, little decorative pocket. She breathed spasmically and held her breath. She repositioned her hands and pushed into them.
Another incredibly painful crack printed the lower extremity of her right cheek. She pushed hard into her hands, her fingers exerting a serendipitous pressure on her sexual center. The tawse landed again, again, again.....oh, how it landed. She gritted, groaned, and pus……
The Tease, by Miss Lee (September 5, 2016)
The blows halted. "Are you sorry you teased me and that other poor man in the bar?"
"Hell, no! Of course not! It was all innocent-EEEEEE!" Something that was obviously not his hand landed, setting me afire again. "What was that?"
"My hairbrush. You're going to get a good taste of it for being such a teasing brat.
Pamela, by C. Flint (September 2, 2016)
Andy sighed. "If that's the way you want it......" He reached low and pulled her skirt and slip up folding the fabric neatly above her waist. He placed his hand on the seat of her silk panties. "I'm tired of your nonsense," he told her. "You've been told that whenever you behave like a brat you're going to be treated like one." He gave her bottom a hard slap. "If you continue to act like a child you're going to find yourself with a red bottom a lot more often then you'll like." Andy banged his hand down against her bottom again. He was gratified to hear her yelp of pain and see her legs kick high in the air. Other than that single cry of pain Pamela kept her silence.
Punishment of Pamela, by M.D. (September 2, 2016)
"SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! He struck rapidly alternating from the summit of one jiggling buttock to the other. "Ouch! Ow. . ." she squealed trying to reach back with her free hand. "You're hurting me! Stop it!"
The tone was as much command as plea, and it angered him. Even in submission she thought she could give orders! Well, this punishment, her spanking would be on his terms, he would stop when he was ready to. And he was a long way from ready! He gripped her free left hand, holding it with the right one against the small of her back. Without a hand to support them, her head and upper body draped further forward, elevating still more her naked bottom.
Not Quit Dismissed, by Gregory Babcock (August 29, 2016)
As though she were a doll, Connie's lover flips her over, and passes his hand over the now very rosy bottom. The pain has subsided to a tingle, and as she feels her lover's hand against her flesh, Connie begins to have strong feelings -- strange certainly, considering what has happened to her, and what is about to happen. As her lover talked to herrr, she was suddenly aware that she was actually beginning to be sexually aroused. Her pussy, she knows, is moist and contracting, and she yearns to make love. But, somehow, she knows this is not the time. She does not look forward to what is coming, without really understanding why, she knows she will submit, however much she may protest along the way.
Dawson, by Cerissa (August 29, 2016)
Dawson realized that he would have to be graphic. He stood just a few feet in front of her and leaned in to speak. "What you need to set you on the right track, Miss Markoff, is a good, sound spanking." Ignoring her gasp, he went on. "Your lazy behavior not only deserves, it needs correction. I can point to the evidence of your first two assignments to support the statement that friendly advice and second chances are not the way to improve your work habits. I'm only thinking of your own future when I suggest that a burning bottom may stay in your memory far longer than a warm talk. So with your best interests in mind, I recommend that you accept punishment for your first few botched assignments, and start with a clean slate.
Carla's Ultimatum, by Jason (August 26, 2016)
When the next twenty-five were done, Derek told her, "Stand up and push your panties down to your knees." Carla lowered the thin satin garment, grimacing at the scraping of the normally smooth fabric across her sensitized flesh. She started to go back over his lap, but remembered in time she hadn't been told to. He gently stroked her exposed flank. "You're doing very good for your first spanking, darling. Turn around and let me see. Nice and pink. We'll go for a bright scarlet now. Back over, and get ready to kick and cry."
In your dreams, big boy, she thought, laying over the strong thighs, her short housecoat well out of the way and panties now dangling at her ankles. Derek didn't start with gentle rubbing this time. His hand came down hard and flat on her bare skin. It wasn't any harder than the previous smacks, but Carla was surprised at the difference the removal of flimsy panties made. Her head jerked up, and she uttered an agonized groan. In spite of her intentions, her legs kicked, sending her house slippers flying across the room, followed by her panties landing in a tangled mess on the coffee table. "Good shot," said a laughing Derek.
Daddy Was Right, by Jason (August 26, 2016)
"I spanked her several more times after we were engaged, and she was getting better about not breaking promises and other things. Shortly before our wedding, she bought the little paddle I've spanked you with, saying I could help her be a responsible mature wife with it. The night before our wedding, I used it on her. Standing at the alter the next day, she said her sore throbbing bottom warned her what would happen if she broke her vows of matrimony. I spanked her almost every night on our honeymoon for punishment and other reasons." I giggled at Daddy blushing when he said other reasons. "After we settled into this house, she requested weekly spankings with my hand on her bare bottom when she had behaved as a reminder for the coming week. When she hadn't behaved - "
A Birthday Spanking in Her Birthday Suit, Al Purvis (August 22, 2016)
The spankers switched off with the arm holders. The mousy brownette was careful not to expose her chest to Al, but the olive skinned brunette took the side facing him with no apparent concern that he had an unobstructed view of her bare breasts. The new spankers played another disjointed duet on the birthday girl's bottom. Ms. Mouse checked over her shoulder to insure that Al was still behind her after every spank, but her counterpart didn't seem to mind him watching her perky pecks springing up and down with every swat she laid on. Surprisingly, it was the mousy maiden's spanks which smacked the loudest and elicited the loudest responses from Yvette.
Caned in Innocence, by T.C. Stonefox (August 22, 2016)
Lord McCalister looked at Jarvis and ordered, "Have the punishment block brought to the Great Hall in one hour. Martha, you have Miss Smith prepared in night shirt and nothing else."
To Mary Paige he said sternly, "I'm going to allow you to remain in my employ because I feel that second chances are deserved for the young. But as you know I am going to have to see that you are properly punished for this. You're going to be given twelve strokes of the cane for stealing Lady McCalister's clothing, and six strokes of the cane for lying to me!"
Skye's Red Kelly, by Dy Ane (August 19, 2016)
I looked at her ass. It was lovely, white and heart shaped. I let her stand there for l5 to 20 minutes until I could tell that she was getting nervous, her cheeks clenching and unclenching. Then I called her over to me and told her to lie face down across my lap. Then I took the brush from her hands and, holding her down with my left arm across her waist, I lifted the brush high and bought it down hard in the middle of her ass. She started and yelled "OUCH!” and put her hand on her butt. I told her to move it. When she did, I spanked her good. After each spank, she tried to put her hand over her butt to protect it, finally I grabbed her arm and folded it on her waist and held it there.
Kristianna's Lessons, by Kristianna (August 19, 2016)
"There won't be a next time. Your disobedience has gotten you into trouble and it's time something is done." He turned and pulled something out of the desk. Could it be, was it, a paddle? "Come here," he commanded as he sat on the edge of his desk. I just stared at his hand as he lightly tapped the paddle against his palm. His hand snaked out, grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him. I was forced down across his knee, his arm clamping me in place. I felt a tug as my breeches were taken down. This can't be happening, I thought wildly. The sting from the first blow brought an uncontrollable yelp! He delivered blow after blow to my bare bottom. I twisted and turned, trying to avoid that paddle, but his grip was too tight. With the first few wallops I was able to bite my lip and say nothing, but by the tenth or so I was begging him to stop. My bottom was on fire! OWW! WHACK! STOP! WHACK WHACK I'LL BEEEE GOOOOOD WHACK WHACK NO MORE WHACK UNCLE CHARLES PLEEEEASE STOOOOP I blubbered on and on. Time seemed to stand still but then it was over. He set me on my feet and sent me to my room. How I got there, I'll never know.
Foursome, by A.B. (August 15, 2016)
"NO BUTS!" he absolutely thundered. "There is no such thing as an excuse for thoughtlessness and disobedience!" I had been preparing a summary of the facts in the case, but in the face of such absolutism, anything I might have said about Tom and his car would have sounded pretty pathetic. I felt the wind going out of my sails and could see the same thing happening to Mary Rose. Mr. Flynn looked around once more, impressively. Mary Rose was flushing, and so, no doubt, was I; Janet looked a little sick. Peggy was dead pale: I'd never seen anyone looking so desperate. I think I sensed that a hole was about to open in the floor under me. "I assume," said Mr. Flynn grimly, "that you understood the rules of this house when you chose to flout them. You, Margaret, are most responsible, for it was up to you to make sure your guests understood their duty. You certainly cannot plead ignorance. Obviously, your previous lessons have not been effective. You need another, and a good one." While he was talking, he was opening a cabinet next to the colonial fireplace, and reaching inside. He now pulled out, and laid on the table, a short, thick, nasty_looking razor strap, narrowed at one end into a sort of handle. Peggy looked paler, if that was possible; the rest of us, completely taken by surprise, sucked in our breath. Poor Janet actually moaned.
Justice for Judith, by James Fox (August 15, 2016)
Judith knew that Mr. Jefferson had wanted to cane her for along time, and for his benefit she made a show of defiantly removing her dress and then pushed her knickers down to her ankles and carefully stepped out of them. She never wore a bra in the hot weather and was now standing totally naked in front of him. She could feel Jefferson studying her naked body, enjoying the fullness of her bosom and buttock swell. Judith was not ashamed of her body, she was proud of it. Although he was going to cane her bare bottom, that was all he would be doing to it.
Judith walked towards Jefferson’s' desk and bent herself over it, her breasts pressing down against the hard wooden surface. She watched him position himself behind her and felt the cane coldly, gently, touch her naked unprotected buttocks. The swish of the cane on its descent filling her ears and then its burning bite as it landed sharply across the middle of both cheeks.
The Director, by Miss Lee (August 12, 2016)
Luanne was beginning to wonder what she had ever found so attractive about being spanked...He wound up for the tenth and final blow, assuming, of course, she didn't forget to count it. Whistling with contentment, he noted a few darkening places that would be bruises. One more, he thought with satisfaction, and she indeed would avoid sitting for a few days! Raising the paddle above his head, he brought it down fast and hard, with as much wrist snap as he could manage when the wood made contact with Luanne's tenderized flesh. She bucked and pulled against her restraints, and screamed, “EEEEEEEEE! TENNNNN!” Bursting into sobs, she realized this was worse than her sorority paddling. Much worse. Dear God, much, much worse!
The Discipline and the Brat, by Lisa (August 12, 2016)
He began to spank her bottom slowly and firmly each swat falling in a different spot until her whole bottom was warm. She was actually starting to relax a bit. But Jeffrey knew this and smiled to himself thinking this was going to be easier than he thought she actually thought this was her punishment. Boy was she in for a big shock. He started to spank harder and Danielle's eyes grew wide she began to get scared. "Jeffrey wait I am sorry really I am please don’t spank me anymore."
Jeffrey chuckled a bit to himself and forced himself to be firm. "Danielle, do you really think you have been disciplined enough for your disrespect if you do we can stop now." Danielle wanted to say yes she thought it was enough but he was right she deserved the spanking she was getting and more. So instead of what she wanted to say she told him that she did indeed deserve this spanking and all he decided to dish out.
Hide and Go Spank, by M.S. (August 8, 2016)
Smiling broadly, he cast his gaze at the poor little girl who had lied to him nary an hour ago. He had suspected it at the time and had admonished Gwen about her behavior, only to have been rebuffed with an obvious lie. Now it was time to pay The Piper in the time honored fashion that the brothers shared. Henry knew that George would punish her good and proper; it was their way. No Conron girls ever left a discipline session before crying buckets of tears and without a raw, burning behind. Henry didn’t expect George to change his standards now. He handed George the stool and grinned broadly at Gwen.
Jill, Karen and the Swimming Hole, by Daria (August 8, 2016)
I felt the dampness on his course coveralls as I lap across his lap. His large hand wiped away the remaining sand from my fanny. I shuddered as I felt him draw back his arm. I felt myself jerk at the impact of his hand on my bottom, I became aware of the dull sound the swat made in the open space of trees and the pond, more than the sting. I felt my senses alive and in a turmoil of emotion. I was embarrassed to be getting a bare bottom spanking outdoors, at the same time there was a feeling of forgiveness and comfort in knowing we had done wrong and the spanking would wash away our crimes into forgiveness. I scrunched down on his lap determined to take my punishment and earn the forgiveness that I wanted. The swats of his hand soon began to tug at my resolve to take my spanking like a good girl. I felt myself squirming on his lap. I was dimly aware of the dampness of his coveralls on my tummy and the gritty sand on my tummy. Mostly, I felt the fire beginning to burn my bottom as his hand slapped against my fanny. I was soon squealing and kicking my legs as if I were nine years old again.
Cheryl's Senior Moment, by C.J. West (August 5, 2016)
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! His hand began spanking her posterior. "Owww, Daddy," she yelled. "Please. Not too hard. Owww."
The rest of the family, still waiting dinner downstairs, listened to the action going on upstairs. First they could hear the "Whack!" as the hard right palm landed on Cheryl's bare bottom. Then the yell as the heat increased in her cheeks. They could hear her pleas and promises. Of course, all of this sounded very familiar to Michelle. She had been across her father's lap many times and had made many of the same sounds as his hand spanked her bare backside.
Meanwhile, upstairs in her room, Cheryl was kicking and crying like a child as her fanny turned bright red. Tears were flowing down her cheeks as her father applied the final two smacks.
Clare's Erotic Spanking, by A.J. Wilshire (August 5, 2016)
So sweet, so lovely, such a perfect little bottom That affectionate side of me just wants to caress her and is almost frightened of the strap I have in my right hand. But then that other side kicks in, a lesson must be taught.
“Ready?” I say, and she replies wordlessly, dropping down to rest on her elbows and forearms, straightening her back, thrusting out her bottom. I draw my hand back, whip it forward and the strap bites into her squarely at the apex of her round bottom.
“OHHH,” she says in sudden gasping surprise. They never remember quite what its like, do they? A light pink band emerges across her bottom.
Fishing for a Spanking, by A.L. Purvis (August 1, 2016)
Cheryl's head swivelled side to side like her neck had come unscrewed. "No ... no ... oh no," she begged.
"You'd be surprise," he told her, "how that old strap across the back of your lap will make the truth blubber out of your mouth."
Now her head was bobbing up and down like a canoe in a storm. "Yes ... I mean 'no' ... I mean, 'yes, sir'... I mean, 'please don't' ..." You'd have thought Cheryl was already in the woodshed with her bare bottom up waiting for the old man to start strapping her tender tail. (She says, "That's exactly the picture I had in my mind. Your spankings are merely symbolic compared to the hiding that old bastard would give a girl. Or a grown woman either, for that matter.")
Fixing the Ticket, by Caroline (August 1, 2016)
Steve swore to himself. Dammit! Why did she have to have those soft big eyes that looked up at him like she was a lamb about to be slaughtered? He wanted to gather her into his arms and rock her, cuddle her, protect her from the evils of the world. She needed nurturing."Steve," she began, "It's not an easy thing for me to admit I'm wrong. I pulled a nasty trick on your friend, using you to get out of that ticket. So," she took a deep breath and continued, "I want to apologize to him, and to you, and if it's okay with you, I want to go to court and pay the fine."
"Alright," he agreed roughly, "Sit down over there." He pointed behind her to the big double bed in the middle of the room. She sat on the edge of the bed, conscious of the panties that had bunched around her knees, and blushed. He saw her bottom lip tremble, and he thought if she did that again, he would lose control altogether and let her get away with murder. Damn! He sank into the armchair.