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Dean of Discipline, Part Five by AB (December 6, 2013)
I had worked my way downward, away from Frances’s marks, and had reached the tender underslopes of the girl’s buttocks. The last stroke lifted the flesh slightly, and brought forth a shrill squeal and a renewed frenzy of stamping. To my disappointment, the line was not parallel to the rest; on the left it touched the crease between buttock and thigh, but it angled upward and on the right ended at least two inches higher.
“Not bad at all, for a first attempt,” pronounced the Games Mistress judiciously as she took the cane from me and examined my handiwork. “I’ll just finish the job, shall I?” Expertly she placed the last four strokes in the largest remaining spaces, waiting hardly at all for the girl’s gyrations to cease after each stroke. This may have been a merciful gesture on her part, since I had drawn out my part of the procedure and she may have wanted to end the ordeal quickly, but four strokes of the cane in less than a minute gives the body little or no time to recover between strokes, and Bronwen squealed louder and squirmed uncontrollably as the agony in her hindquarters grew more intense. I had to admire Frances’s skill in placing the cane strokes so precisely across the girl’s heaving buttocks; I also had to admire Bronwen’s discipline in not trying to escape before the full dozen had been delivered.
New Masks, Part Two by Alexia (December 6, 2013)
She didn't take to the corner often, only when she had erred tremendously and knew that ,Jonathan would be furious. That isn't to say that Karen wasn't disciplined fairly regularly; her temper often earned her a session across his knees, and her procrastination in regard to bill paying and chores was remedied in the same way. There were even frequent occasions when her playfulness and taste for role playing got her bottom warmed. But this, putting herself in the corner and virtually asking him to punish her, was saved for momentous occasions like insulting his family or friends, -wrecking the car or letting insurance policies lapse, In the eight years that they had lived together he had come home to find her in such a position only four times, and each time he had. been incensed enough to take a strap to the woman's butt and teach her a lesson she wouldn't forget. After the first incident Jon went out and bought a proper razor strop for the purpose rather than use his doubled. belt again, and Karen's reaction to this instrument had been more than satisfactory.
Dean of Discipline, Part Three by AB (November 29, 2013)
Connie pressed her face against my shoulder for a few seconds, then took a deep breath. “So. I stood back and swung the paddle in with both hands, like a tennis racquet, and it connected, and poor Marie hollered and jumped as if she was going to take off for the moon. I could see that the paddle, when you swung it that way, had a harder impact than it probably did in the standard, over-the-knee position, so I was careful not to get carried away, but I didn?t take it easy on her, either. Marie yelled and cried and danced up and down, and I had to tell her twice to keep her hands in front of her on the desk. I don?t think I gave her as many as Harve would?ve, but the hits were harder, and judging from the way her bottom looked when I was finished, she got a typical Emberley spanking—maybe a bit on the high side of medium, but no worse than what our friend Jennifer got this morning.
Debbie in Iowa, Part Three by BC & Wife (November 29, 2013)
The terrible ruler went up and began to give the red faced girl a matching bottom. Watching the ruler caress her bare bottom like that was a scary thing. I could see everything happening to her that had just happened to me. Each and every time the ruler spanked the screaming girl it put a bright red line across both cheeks of her bouncing bottom. As the red lines began to fall on the same place over and over again, the skin on the lower half of her bottom turned darker and darker red.
He really spanked her until she had blisters on her bottom before he stopped spanking her and sent her to her seat. She pulled up her panties and went to her seat still bawling and cried harder still when she put her burning, blistered bottom on the hard chair.
“Well, that’s a bad sign,” Mr. King said. “Is anyone else in need of a spanking today? Tell me now and we can get it all out of the way first thing. Come on now! Anyone who didn’t do the homework? Or just has to tell her neighbor something?” he sounded serious.
Dean of Discipline, Part Two by AB (November 22, 2013)
She grinned. “And may the Lord have mercy on her bottom.”
I grimaced. “A disciplinary dean is never the most popular guy on campus,” I said. “I’ve gotten pretty used to that. But the way the job is done here at Emberley, they’re going to run when they see me coming. I’m not sure I’m ready to have an entire student body thinking of me as a monster.”
Connie laughed. “It isn’t that bad. Harve Jordan actually made quite a few friends among the students—though I admit they were mostly juniors and seniors who’d learned to stay out of trouble. Remember, the student understands that you’re just as much an instrument of school policy as the paddle in your hand, and she won’t take the punishment personally.”
Debbie in Iowa, Part Two by BC & Wife (November 22, 2013)
Those round young bottoms seemed to stick out even more in contrast to the red and welted skin that was all around them. They seemed to be begging to be spanked. I knew that Uncle Henry and Aunt Mary did not spare those bottoms to be kind to the girls and make it easier for them to sit down. They had saved those bottoms for a very special punishment and everyone knew that they would really get it good.
Aunt Mary called the two miscreants from the corner. They stood before her, sore and teary eyed. “You two go out to the apple tree and fetch a fine pair of switches!” she ordered.
Dean of Discipline, Part One by AB (November 15, 2013)
A dim light came through the door when it was opened. Leaning down, I saw that I was looking through a peephole about three inches in diameter into a large room below. Like all the rooms I’d seen so far in the administration building, it was paneled in dark wood. There was a massive desk, some bookshelves, a couple of comfortable chairs, and a fireplace. I paid no attention to any of this, however. What riveted my interest was the scene directly below and opposite the peephole. On a leather-padded bench sat the venerable dean, with a large wooden paddle gripped firmly in his hand. He was busily applying this to the bare, squirming bottom of a young woman who lay stretched across his knees, twitching and squawking every time the paddle came down. I could hear clearly the loud splat! every time the hard wood of the paddle made contact with tender, wincing flesh. Though the girl’s backside was thoroughly reddened, the dean kept right on paddling, until she kicked both heels in the air and screeched. I watched, hypnotized, as the dean delivered his final volley of spanks, and the weeping victim was allowed to pull up her panties and depart.
Debbie in Iowa, Part One by BC & Wife (November 15, 2013)
I hung over his upraised knee as he quickly raised my dress and pulled down my panties. As always this process brought a deep blush to my face. Once he had prepared me he spanked me hard and fast with his big hard hand.
My embarrassment was, for the moment, forgotten. The pain of Uncle Henry’s big strong hand slapping my bare bottom drove all else from my mind. His hand spankings were worse than a paddling from anyone else. My dad paddled me hard. Aunt Mary paddled me harder than that with her hairbrush. The principal at my new school paddled me harder still. But none of them paddled me as hard as Uncle Henry spanked me with his hand. When he picked up a paddle it meant that someone was in for a truly awesome spanking.
Naughty Nancy Has a Bad Day by Cathy Scott (November 8, 2013)
Nancy quickly hobbled over to the desk and bent forward, reaching her hands out to the other side. Her tummy fluttered nervously, her hands were sweaty and her bottom clenched and unclenched spasmodically. She was not looking forward to this experience! Never in her entire eighteen years had she ever had her bottom bared and paddled! Never had even a few swats landed on the seat of her ragged and stained panties! Frankly, she was just as happy to keep it that way! But that was not to be. Mr. Barnwell was already moving into position behind her and old prune-face was pulling her even farther forward over the desk. She gripped Nancy's hands in hers and held them there, a grim smile on her parched face. Nancy shook all over, waiting nervously for the first paddle stroke. She didn't have long to wait. It landed with a loud thwack across the center of both cheeks. Oh, how it burned and stung! Nancy let out an almighty howl and lunged forward across the desk. Her bottom cheeks bounced and wobbled under the impact while Nancy squirmed and kicked. The second swat landed on her right cheek only, leaving her gasping and jiggling. From then on the swats landed with dire regularity . . . middle, right, left, middle, right, left!
Re0education of Cheryl by CJ West (November 8, 2013)
"Cheryl, get up to your room. We'll see if we can solve this problem up there."
She knew what that meant but she wasn't in the mood to be ordered around.
"I'm not going to my room," she said, "or anywhere else with you. I'm 22 years old and you can't spank me anymore when you disagree with me. I'm going out."
She turned and started to leave as her father warned her. "Young lady,"he said, "you have 30 minutes to get yourself together and come back into this living room. If you don't, you will move out of this house next week."
Cheryl slammed the door as she left. She was upset by the way he'd treated her and she needed to get away. But, as she drove around the block, she thought about what he'd said and what had happened that night.
The New Regime by Annie (November 1, 2013)
"Mom, it's no big deal! I stay late all the time and you don't give me a hard time. Why now?"
This time Neil answered, "Because now things are different. We had plans for a talk after school. You didn't even have the common courtesy to call and say you'd be late. You had your mother worried needlessly, and it's RUDE! I think at the very least you owe your mother an apology."
"I don't have to listen to you! You're not my father! You're NOTHING to me!" Kim yelled.
Revenge Turned Sour by Barbie (November 1, 2013)
Roger looked at Phil and asked, "If you had warned Kathy about a particular bad habit and promised her so many licks with the strap if it happened again, would you let her off with half of them?"
Kathy dropped her head. She already knew the answer to that one. As Phil quietly said, "No." Betty put her arm around Kathy and thanked her for trying. She even gave a little embarrassed laugh and said that at least it would be over tomorrow night. When she added, "I'll watch the clock better next time." Kathy began to cry. Phil guided her out of the house and back home.
Kathy hardly slept a wink that night, imagining Betty on the bed again, tied up, being beaten when it wasn't her fault. She remembered how sore and frightful her bottom looked after the last time. She shuddered to think of being in Betty's place. But the time morning came she could hardly sit through breakfast with Phil. She was so jumpy that at last he asked her about it.
Kerry Robbins of Oak Hall by Alexia (October 25, 2013)
This was too much! She arched her back and roared. Every ounce of energy she had left she put into breaking free and salvaging her pride, while Herlihy calmly bared her for punishment. She tried going forward. She tried wriggling off backward. She heaved from side to side. Herlihy was delighted with the girl's persistence and determination. If she ever learned to control and channel that intensity she could do wonders, but right now what she needed most was to learn that someone was stronger than she, mentally and physically. He worked her panties down until they were at mid-thigh. Now she was bared and there could be no mistake as to what was forthcoming.
Over Daddy's Lap by Alan. O. (October 25, 2013)
"I know you didn't intend to get into an accident, Nancy, but that's not really the issue. Is it?"
"No, Daddy, it's not," she said, finally finding the courage to meet her father's eyes. "I should never have taken your car. I guess I was kind of angry at you for forbidding me to use it; like you didn't trust me. But now I know you were right about that. I shouldn't have taken it. It's your car--not mine. You didn't want me to drive it, and I was wrong not to respect your wishes."
"You certainly were wrong. You may see yourself as quite the sophisticated and independent young lady, Nancy, but I am still your father, and you are my daughter. You're living in my house, under my roof, and under my protection; and I take my responsibility to you very seriously because I love you." He hesitated for a moment, gathering his thoughts, before continuing. When he resumed, his voice was softer; not nearly so stern. "Nancy, I know you're not a child. I don't mean to keep you under my thumb, but I don't think its unreasonable for me to want you to respect my wishes. I'm the head of this household and your father, and even at your age there are times that I have a right to expect you to obey me. A case in point being this car business. That doesn't make me such a tyrant...does it?"
A Spanking for the Bride by MD (October 18, 2013)
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 (October 18, 2013)
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, Part Two by AG Geiger (October 11, 2013)
"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 Randi (October 11, 2013)
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.
Salt on the Tail by Barbie (October 4, 2013)
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, Part One by AG Geiner (October 4, 2013)
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 27, 2013)
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 27, 2013)
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 20, 2013)
"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 20, 2013)
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 CJ West (September 13, 2013)
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 sportsmanship. I know because we have taught you these things."
Summer of Our Discontent by Rosy B. Goode (September 13, 2013)
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 BT (September 6, 2013)
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 Tease by Miss Lee (September 6, 2013)
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 (August 30, 2013)
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. (August 30, 2013)
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.
Connie's Supreme Spanking by Connie (August 23, 2013)
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 23, 2013)
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 16, 2013)
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 16, 2013)
"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 by Al Purvis (August 9, 2013)
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 TC Stobefox (August 9, 2013)
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 Anne (August 2, 2013)
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 2, 2013)
"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 AB (July 26th, 2013)
"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 (July 2th, 2013)
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.
Hide & Go Spank by M.S. (July 19, 2013)
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, & the Swimming Hole by Daria (July 19, 2013)
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.
The Director by Miss Lee (July 12, 2013)
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 & the Brat by Lisa (July 12, 2013
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.
Cheryl's Senior Moment by CJ West (July 5, 2013)
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 AJ Wilshire (July 5, 2013)
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 (June 28, 2013)
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 (June 28, 2013)
Inman nodded. “Then come around here to my right, please, and kneel here.” She hesitated. “Now!” he added sharply. She stepped forward, looking startled but slightly confused. Inman took her wrist gently and guided her until she knelt upright on the sofa cushion to his right, facing him. “All right. Now take down your tights and underpants.” Blushing fiercely, she fumbled under her skirt. “All the way down, to your knees or thereabouts,” he added. Finally she withdrew her hands and let them fall nervously at her sides. “Good. Lie forward, across my knee.” She wouldn’t plead, though her look told him how badly she wanted to. They were always like this when the crisis came. The rollercoaster got to the top of the height, and suddenly they’d give anything to be somewhere else. But the spanking, at this point, was as inevitable as the roaring, dizzying, stomach-churning descent of the rollercoaster.
In the Nick of Time by Ed Finn (June 20, 2013)
He'd marched them back out to the car, this time wounding Tiff's other delicate arm. What a mean old bastard! But she had been relieved to exit the authoritative confines of the police station. She is still certain she has no cause for alarm despite Dudley Doright's best efforts to get her spanked. Still, she isn't looking forward to the inevitable confrontation with her grandfather. She'll just have to make it crystal clear that he has no say whatever over what she does.
Anyway,Terri had seemed even more upset than before. She just sat there slowly shaking her head and wringing her hands. Every now and then she'd pled with their Storm Trooper chauffeur to drive slower. When they'd come within sight of her house, she'd exclaimed, "Oh no! Please, can't you take Tiff home first? I'm not ready to go in yet. Please! "
The Sting by James Fox (June 20, 2013)
Dave took hold of my left leg, and started parting them as I was bending. Both my bottom and pussy were pushed up awaiting his attentions. I was expecting him, wanting him, to stroke the gusset of my knickers, I was really aching for him to do so, but he didn't. Instead, I felt the cold sole of the plimsoll rest on my right cheek.
"I'm going to give you six slaps on each cheek in the same manner as before." He said.
The plimsoll was definitely harder to take than a hand spanking, but, I felt that I would be able to take it. Again, my eyes were full of tears, and I was sobbing gently. But my bum was now feeling delightfully hot, and my breasts had started swaying with the rhythm of the slaps, and I could feel my nipples hardening. If this is all cp is, I was going to offer it as a regular service from now on.
When Dave had finished spanking me with the plimsoll, he led me over to the settee and sat us both down again.
Sexual Harassment Suit by John Burt (June 13, 2013)
Laura remained in position, tears running down her face, her fingers almost clawing at the desktop, but her palms still pressed flat. Then Lane felt hands reaching in front of her and realized that Ervin was trying to unbuckle her pants. She raised her hips, wondering only afterwards why she helped him without thinking about it.
Ervin pulled Lane's slacks down to her ankles, and then her panties. She felt terribly exposed, even more than she would have if she'd had a skirt lifted the way Laura had. Not that it made that much difference; Lane knew she and Laura were now both naked from the waist down, their bottoms making an odd pair, one covered with blazing red marks and the other untouched. Lane shuddered, knowing they'd soon be a matched pair.
Hot Negotiation by Ed Finn (June 13, 2013)
I removed my coat and tie, loosened my collar, and went over and started poking through her large CD collection. I was trying to decide between Diana Krall’s soothing jazz, and Ben Harper’s much more earthy folk-rock, when she suddenly reappeared, not yet changed.
“Do me a favor, would you, hon?” she asked, handing me a yellow legal pad and a pen. “While I’m changing, please see if you can remember the five rules we agreed on last night and list them right here, okay? I think we should review them. I’ll only be a few minutes, so you’ll have to hurry to have it done before I get back.”
A quick peck on my cheek and she was gone.
Aha! I saw right through her. This was nothing but an obvious ploy to get me into some kind of made-up trouble, which she would then use as an excuse to spank me again.
Spank Trek: The Next Flagellation by Dr Ken (June 6, 2013)
Lt. Worf, a Klingon and the chief of Security aboard ship, rolled his eyes. Like all Klingons, Worf was dark-hued, and his the skin on his forehead covered what seemed to be a mass of spiny bumps. This was a product of evolution. The Klingons--a war-like race--had evolved this extra bone-mass to give their heads extra protection in combat.
"Well, once the ambassadors are aboard and safely conducted to their quarters, I see no reason why you and Worf can't have some time for another rehearsal. How is it coming?" Picard asked.
Beverly shook her head. "It's safe to say that, being Klingon, the theater isn't exactly in Worf's blood--especially when it comes to doing the classics! But with another run-through or two, I think we'll be ready."
Spring Vacation by AB (June 6, 2013)
Joan, in fact, was right now giving a vivid demonstration of her membership in this group by the agonized way she twisted her body under the hard smacks of Ted's hand on her reddening bottom, which followed one another like a volley of pistol shots. Still she remained stubbornly silent. Ted was silent too, arm and hand speaking for him. I stood paralyzed, fascinated by the struggle going on between them___Joan's effort to avoid reacting to the spanking, and Ted's effort to force that reaction from her. I don't know what my face showed, but I winced mentally as each merciless crack bounced and rippled my friend's naked flesh.
Joan's task got harder as the spanking continued. I could see that in the tension and rigidity of her head and shoulders, even if I hadn't been able to see the lobster shade of her bottomcheeks. She held both legs stiff, toes touching the floor. I couldn't imagine how she managed to avoid kicking them like a manic swimmer yanked out of the water, as I was sure I'd be doing in the same circumstances. Between whacks I could hear her breathing raggedly, though it might have been Ted. His neck was almost as red as her bottom, and his struggle seemed to be just as intense as hers.
Retribution by A.B. (May 30, 2013)
"I'm 29,'' she said calmly.
"Well, I mean, my God, I can't just take a 29-year-old woman across my knee as if she was a naughty little girl!''
"Why not? Especially if a naughty little girl is exactly what she's just been? Don't forget those two copies of your program I gave away. Those two will probably multiply and deprive you of dozens of sales. Maybe hundreds.''
I brooded. This was true, and it did get some of my juices flowing. As for the prospect of putting this lovely woman across my knee and spanking her soundly, I must admit that got other juices flowing. It was a fantasy I had nurtured for years and never so much as mentioned to another.
Sabina by C. Flint (May 30, 2013)
The rhythmic thunderclaps of the spanking had an almost hypnotic effect on me. My world was suddenly bounded by a small circle at the center of which was Sabina's backside as it bobbed on my lap, bouncing up an down like a pair of red balls being dribbled off the floor. I could feel nothing but the delicious slap of my hand as it punished her warm, bare flesh again and again. Everything else in the room receded into the distance. My eyes focused on her reddening buttocks as if they were spotlighted on a stage in a darkened theater. Nothing else mattered. Sabina's sobs and incoherent pleas became a buzzing noise on the periphery of my conscious. Even the clapping sounds of my hand against her bottom seemed like the ticking of a metronome regulating the cadence of the spanking but not directly connected to it.
Like Mother, Like Daughter - Part 2 by TC Stonefox (May 23, 2013)
Patricia was almost in tears as she listened to his words. In some ways he had taken a knife to her very soul and stabbed at her heart. Felicia was the most important thing to her, especially since her husband was dead. It was all she had except her own siblings and parents. Since the phone call yesterday, she had felt nothing but guilt at what happened. Felicia had done wrong and there was no doubt in Patricia's mind that she knew right from wrong, but the temptation should have never been there and wouldn't have been if there were distinct consequences to misbehavior. It was all she could do yesterday to watch her daughter get her beautiful bottom caned as severely as Mr. Marsh had done. Felicia would be raised differently now, but her own feelings and guilt were now to be dealt with.
Music to Spank By by AL Purvis (May 23, 2013)
"If you push her beyond her limits, she'll scream bloody murder and fight like hell. That's the signal to stop spanking and start apologizing."
"But don't be concerned about little 'oohs' and 'ohs' and 'ouches.' They merely mean she's feeling it. She wants to feel it."
"Well, I'll be damned."
"No doubt," Lillian said. "But until then, pay attention when you're spanking. A single shriek, without an all-out struggle, is the signal to stop spanking, but only momentarily. Massage the affected area. Don't loose your rhythm."
"What if she starts to cry?"
Like Mother, Like Daughter, Part One by TC Stonefox (May 16, 2013)
"Assuming your daughter agrees that a caning would be in her best interest, I'm going to require that you return here tomorrow afternoon and submit to a caning also. You have obviously forgotten its lessons and a dose of the rattan will certainly make you realize how valuable a tool it can be to a growing girl. I'm certain it will also ease your own conscience a bit.”
Patricia was stunned. She was 33 years old! To have to submit to a caning at her age seemed totally ludicrous. God, she thought on the verge of tears, I can't believe this is happening. She knew that something was going to have to change, but she certainly didn't want to put herself in that position again. Caned at her age! It seemed totally insane!
Motorcycle Mama by Eileen (May 16, 2013)
Peaches was sobbing unashamedly, flinging herself from one side of the bench to the other. Bubbles felt herself tremble every time Bill brought his arm back.
Harry didn't seem overly troubled by the shocking scene playing out before them. Bubbles winced in sympathy at each loud slap and tearful wail. She poked Harry again, whispering, "She's had enough! Tell him to quit!"
Model Behavior by CJ West (May 9, 2013)
Though Kathy had seen her roommate undressed a few times around the apartment, this was the first time her naked buttocks had been seen by Jan or Harry. "Boy," they both thought, "there's no wonder she is such a popular swim suit model. What a butt!"
Harry, however, quickly remembered the reason her fanny was uncovered. He placed his left hand on the right side of her waist and held her in position. Then he raised his right arm. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! April jumped and wiggled as her behind experienced its first smacks in nearly three years. Kathy's eyes bugged out as she saw her physically mature roommate getting smacked. And Jan just looked stern, as though she believed the young woman was getting exactly what she had coming.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Harry did not hit quite as hard as April's father but he had a knack for hitting every inch of her backside. Then, when every bit of round flesh was tingling from the first assault, he'd go around again and begin to cause some real discomfort.
Sammy by Annie (May 9, 2013)
"You didn't take ANYTHING out for dinner, let alone enough for my boss and his wife. 'Forgetting' is NOT a good excuse! I was totally humiliated. Now it's your turn!"
I raised my hand high above her ass and brought it down with a thunderous CLAP!
"OUCH!" Sammy gasped as a pink outline of my hand appeared across the highest point of her left cheek. Another was soon appearing, as if my magic, on the same spot on the right cheek.
A Little Bit Jealous by Barbie (May 2, 2013)
"If you want it so badly, you can get it. If those girls mean so much. It is in your mother's attic. Search for it!" Betsy flipped around and headed for her office door.
She didn't make it. This time she was twirled around and jerked back across Ted's knee again. Her skirt was up in a flash and her panties hadn't moved from about her knees in all the fracas. Ted's hand landed on her already sore bottom and in minutes she was agreeing to go to his mother's and get the yearbook. With her agreement, Ted stopped the smacks. He asked, "You explained to my mother that I was looking for women in a twenty-five year old year book?"
Jennifer by SFG (May 2, 2013)
Spankings in the Stanley household began at age thirteen. If either of the girls was disobedient, they would be taken to Daddy’s study. The door would be ominiously closed behind them. Behind closed doors, bottoms were bared (always!) for the upcoming spanking. Shivering, humiliated, frightened and embarrassed, the girls had to stand next to Daddy as he sat in a straightbacked chair. They were always so embarrassed at this point. They were holding up their skirts and their panties were down and everything was exposed. Daddy frequently took this occasion to casually tap the back of the hairbrush on his open palm (which made a gentle splat, splat, splat sound) and asked questions-lots of questions-to the poor frightened young girl with the intention of increasing her dread of the upcoming spanking. He was always successful.
Lost Panties by A. Sparkle (April 25, 2013)
"I think... that since you lost such an important part of your apparel in public, that your spanking... should be public. At least, public enough to properly represent your carelessness in this forum. Perhaps with an audience--an audience of two or three random observers." My face paled at his words. The men behind us looked at each other, both with wide grins on their faces.
My mouth opened a little and moved, but no comprehensible words came out. "You wouldn't," I eventually breathed.
Maja by Helier (April 25, 2013)
I whacked her three times more across the lowest part of her buttocks. I could see the glistening wetness of her pussy so I slapped her there too, knowing she would feel at least the vibration if not the impact. In response she pushed her bottom out rudely so I whacked the ruler hard several times across the very top of her thighs. She shrieked with pain and, after a few strokes more, began to climax so I spanked her even harder while she came. She was rubbing her clit at the same time and her climax went the longest I could remember.
I stopped when she did and immediately she turned, still weeping, and fell to her knees. She opened my jeans and pulled my cock free. It was very hard and she thrust it straight into her mouth very deep. It was something she always did brilliantly but the urgency of it now was a superb feeling. I sat down on the sofa to enjoy it. With tongue, lips and fingers all at once, she was bringing me very quickly to a climax. Her little hand moved in to take over the shaft of my cock while her tongue and lips concentrated on the tip and underside. With her free hand she was tearing off her sweater and lifting her camisole.
Mary's Switching in the Woods by Cathy (April 18, 2013)
Slowly, Mary pulled her white gauze cover-up over her head and placed it in the log as she had been instructed. As she did it, I noticed that she did expose a lot of herself around the bikini. I hoped I didn't expose as much, but I was afraid that I did. Mary shook her dark hair and ran her fingers through it to arrange it. She looked at me and shrugged her shoulders in defeat as she draped herself across the log. The white panties stretched across her big girlish bottom and I shuddered as I knew they would provide scat protection, if indeed, and I doubted it, she was allowed to leave them up. Our fathers believed that all spankings had to be on the bare bottom to be effective and I knew they weren't about to change their minds now.
Miss Collins & the School Board by MD (April 18, 2013)
Tears dripped to the carpet as she pleaded and struggled with each descent of Henderson"s palm across her squirming bottom. First one shoe, then the other flew from her feet and her panties now hung on a single ankle and only her fear of losing this intimate garment caused her to stop kicking.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!! "Aieeee!!"
"Seventy-five" she heard the counter"s voice. "Oh, please" she pleaded with Henderson, "that"s enough! Please, no more!"
The Latest Fashion by James Ganier (April 11, 2013)
Valerie had never felt so humiliated as she did that moment. She couldn't remember ever having been spanked. Yet here she was, being paddlewacked in public! The second vice-president of the Business and Professional Women's Association. Soundly spanked!
It was a good thing Valerie had so much paddling back there. She needed it! That little shovel was proving to be a potent spanking paddle. It made a most satisfying ringing sound each time it made contact with the pantied posterior of Michael's mate. The photographers, after some initial hesitation, were now flashing away. And the audience, while still astonished, was responding with laughs, gasps, squeals and some excited commentary.
Fire Alarm - Barbie Grows Up by Barbie (April 11, 2013)
The spanks rained down. On one cheek and then the other until her whole bottom was a bright shade of pink and Barbie was begging him to quit. She had given up trying to keep her legs together and still a long time ago. She was bouncing and wiggling and trying her hardest to roll off his lap. But she couldn't get loose. Uncle Grant had a tight hold and he just kept the spanks coming. Over and over again. Left, right, left, right and high and low and side and middle.
The Spanking Class by A.M. (April 4, 2013)
I gave her bottom a minute rub before having her stand so that she could retrieve the maple oval backed hairbrush from the bathroom. She brought it back to me immediately and positioned herself across my lap again. WHACK on the right cheek, WHACK on the left cheek and WHACK across both cheeks. Thirty times the brush smacked into her blazing behind. Lisa yelled "OUCH” and "SSSTOP! I'LL BE GOOD.” Her behind was a shade of red that I had never seen before. It was a cross between cherry red and ripe apple red.
After the spanking Lisa and I spent the rest of the night making love. The warmth of her bottom againt my pelvic region was a major factor to my ability of having two orgasms. Lisa had four powerful orgasms that night.
A Coat for Ruthie by Eileen (April 4, 2013)
"Oh, you want to talk fair."he said grimly, "What's unfair is for you to, once again, charge my Gold Card up to its limit on some frivolous item that you have absolutely no need for. And to go behind my back! I've tried everything I can think of, Ruthie." He lambasted her already sore behind again several times, one right after the other, then went on,"I've tried talking to you, even pleading with you," WHACK! THWACK! "Each time you agree to curb your spending." WHACK! CRACK! "Each time you continue to do exactly as you please." WHACK! SMACK!
I've come to the realization that there`s nothing I can get you to do to stop wasting my money on these luxury items. Maybe this will stop you. Maybe not."