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Spanking

By: CuckoldGuy



Jane and Jon (not their real names) are a married couple in their late forties. Married twenty-two years. They had finished dinner and Jane was just cleaning up the last of the dishes. Jon was sitting at the kitchen table reading the sports section of the paper when Jane finished up and said, "I'm going up and take my shower."

After taking her shower, she dried herself, slipped on her nightgown and straightened her hair in the mirror. Then she walked over to the top of the stairs and called down to Jon. "Jon, will you please come up here?"

"In a minute J"

Slightly annoyed, she thought to herself, God, I go through this every four or five months, Then she called, "I need you now."

"Okay, okay, I'm coming."

He climbed the stairs and as he entered the bedroom, she came out of the walk-in closet and said,"Close the door."

He closed the bedroom door and as he turned back to her, he saw that she was holding her barber's leather shaving strap. About fifteen years earlier when they had been on vacation, they were browsing through an antique shop when she discovered the strap and purchased it.

Jon knew what was about to transpire and he could feel his penis getting hard. Not a word was said between them as he began undressing.

Standing naked before her with an erection, he felt ashamed, embarrassed, humiliated and aroused. Still not saying a word, he stepped to the bed and lay across it on his stomach with his legs on the floor so that his body draped over the edge, exposing his buttocks to her.

She stood over him watching as he slightly parted his legs, reaching down between them, he cupped his testicles in his hand and pulled them up and away to protect them from the furry of her lashes.

In her long, white, shear gown, her breasts and nipples were outlined by the shear material as she moved around to the foot of the bed. She lowered the leather strap to her husband's mouth and as if in a ceremony, he kissed the hard leather. 

She then shifted back behind him. There was a brief moment of silence and then a swish of air followed by the loud crack of leather on flesh, stinging across his bare buttocks.

"Six, your getting six," she grunted the words as she used all of her strength to apply another lash. Easy at first but each lash getting progressively more forceful, more painful. His eyes began tearing and his erection dribbled semen as he tried to endure the pain. 

Swish! Crack! Another searing smack of pain inflected across his buttocks. Another, then another then he moaned, "Please! No more."

Swish! Crack! "O God, it hurts."

Finally the last and most painful lash was administered. It was over. He lay there trying to catch his breath. His buttocks, bright red and raw with burning pain. Then his wife's voice, so gentle, soft, tender and sensual, "There my baby. You brought this on yourself. Didn't you? You made me punish you. Now I think that my baby will be more attentive to me. Won't you? Now let me get the lotion and I'll sooth your sore behind."

She slipped off her gown and then retrieved the hand lotion from the bathroom. She began smoothing the cool lotion over his painful, fire red buttocks and soon her sensual hands led to intense, passionate love making.

They had been married for six years when it all began. One night while they were making love, Jon admitted to Jane that he had a fantasy of her spanking him. He had a desire to lay across her lap and have her spank him like she would do to a little naughty boy.

She had no interest in fulfilling his fantasy but he was persistent so she gave in. She sat on the edge of the bed and he laid across her lap. They were both nude and she could feel his erection pressing down between her legs. She slapped his buttocks with her hand as hard as she could for about twenty slaps. When she finished, his buttocks were a bright red. Then they made love and it was the most intense lovemaking in all of the years they had been married.

What Jane noticed in the following two weeks after Jon's spanking was that he was overly attentive to her. Not like the other times where he is very attentive to her because he is looking for sex. Then once he has had it, like all men, they lose interest in their wives until they want sex again.



After two to three weeks, Jon fell back into his old pattern of not being attentive to her. By the fourth week, he was again taking her for granted and she was falling into the boring routine of being a house wife. She felt that she was being taken advantage of.

It was on a Saturday morning when they awoke and Jon was feeling amorous. They started to make love when Jane said that she wanted to spank him again. He was more than willing to submit to her. He was nude and she had him drape his body over the edge of the bed exposing his buttocks to her. She took his leather belt and beat his buttocks till they were red and raw. While she was beating him, she noticed that he was dribbling semen copiously.

Once again for the next four to five weeks, Jon was very attentive to her. What every married woman wants is a husband who is attentive to her, not just when he is looking for sex but attentive to her all of the time. It always seemed so elusive but now it seemed that she had found the key.

Up until this point, whenever she saw her husband in the nude, she would think to herself, that he has a cute butt. But now, after that second spanking, just the sight of his bare buttocks, gives her these feelings of power and dominance over him. He submits to her and endures the pain and humiliation she inflicts upon him. She can't believe that he is so grateful to be her submissive.

Jane always suspected that her husband's mother had really screwed him up but now she was reaping the benefits of those screw ups. Every four or five months, when she feels that Jon has become inattentive to her, she takes out her leather strap and administers a session of discipline. Then once again, for the next three or four months, she takes great pride in the fact that she has a very attentive husband.





Author's note;

When I was a young boy, my friend's mother was an alcoholic. She sometimes would go into a rage and beat my friend, (Mel) with a leather belt until he was screaming and he had black and blue welts all over his body.

After she finished beating him, she would be filled with remorse and she would take him into her arms and try to soothe him, saying that she was so sorry and that she loved him. This went on through out his childhood. He would get a beating and then his mother would become remorseful and try to show how much she loved him. 

When Mel became a young man he fell in love and married. The only way that Mel could copulate with his bride was if she beat him with a belt first. She stayed married to him for a year and then she filed for a divorce.

Spanking 101



"All right, all right. Settle down and take your seats. Yes, that includes you with the green mini in the back row... 

"Thank you. 

"Now, welcome to Spanking 101. My name is Mr. Nathan and before we get started, I'd like to get a few things straight...

"I will be speaking from my own perspective. In other words, I'll say 'he spanks her' rather than vice versa. Forgive me this minor sin and make whatever necessary adjustments you need in order to fit your situation. I am not going to be making ridiculous, inclusive, roundabout descriptions to cater to political correctness. Get over it.

"Also, hitting is assault. Everyone knows not to 'hit' others. There is no question of this. Not to mention the likelihood of being 'hit back'. Therefore, before you consider hitting someone who may not wish to be hit, it may be a good idea to consider how well you might adapt to being someone's bitch in jail. 

"Okay. Do I have everyone's attention? Good.

"Now... Is it assault if there is no 'hitting' in the sense of punching of any kind, or indeed any force that is usually intended for an 'enemy' or of the type intended to cause hurt, harm, or to maim, or cause injury? What if the 'level' of force is brought down. Down, down, down. Not a punch at someone. Not a chop or a clout or a thump or a kick. Not even a clip around the ears.

"Down to a 'slap'. 

"Yes, yes, yes. One could always argue that a slap is assault.

"But what if, for argument's sake, the 'slap' is a consensual slap. 

"In other words, one that is deemed to be an appropriate response to a particular behaviour. 

"By BOTH parties. 

"What I am talking about here is a real, dyed-in-the-wool, consensual punishment. One that is expected. One that is known and agreed to and 'right' according to the protagonists...

"Let's make those assumptions...

"That slap would need to be of a particular force that, in the first place, was 'controlled'. It could not be delivered in the heat of the moment. No, no, no, no. Not at all. Things done 'in the heat of the moment', should, by definition, be 'hot'. Therefore, we would also NOT be talking about some kind of ad hoc, 'Oh I just felt like it' kind of punishment. That is covered next year in Spanking 201, but if you are unsure of this definition, please take a look at Ms. Dysaght's third year class, 'Spontaneous Dominance and Submission 301' where this subject is discussed 'in depth'."

"Now, getting back to this 'slap' as punishment... 

"It would need to be in proportion to the sin. Perhaps one hard slap would be enough. But it would need to be delivered accurately, both in placement and in force. 

"Now, before you go off and spank someone, it might also be a good idea to consider something else. 

"How hard is too hard? Or, how hard is hard enough? Should the dose be repeated? How many times? Perhaps two. Or five. Or maybe ten. Or twenty. Is twenty 'medium' the same as ten 'hard'? How does one choose? 

"How does one decide whether 'the punishment fits the crime'?

"Easy.

"One asks. 

"Yep. That's right. 

"'Baby, you really shouldn't be cheeky in front of our friends when I ask you a simple question.'

"Big sigh, eyes sparkling. 'Sorry, Sir. I won't do it again, EVER.'

"Chuckling. 'Well, I think that deserves a punishment, don't you?'

"'Oh, I suppose so,' she says, grinning like a Cheshire cat. 'If you think so...'

"'Get your ass over here. Is ten enough? Or does my naughty girl need twenty tonight?'

"Etc. Etc.

"It should be said that such situations are much easier when you have a compliant submissive who, for some strange but delightful reason, actually likes getting spanked. 

"But of course, one doesn't need to be 'a Dominant' to deliver a spanking. And one doesn't need to be 'a Submissive' to receive one. 

"Or to like it. 

"And that's because 'a spanking isn't always delivered as a punishment'. 

"And that is today's topic.

"I can hear you now... 'Huh? What? But... But...'

"It's true!

"Admittedly I am only halfway through my most recent research paper, but I can let you in on the preliminary results... On anecdotal evidence, which is yet to be statistically verified, 90% of spankings are for pleasure.

"In fact, lifestyle spankings are rarely of a force that would qualify as a punishment in the first place. 

"If we are going to go back in history, we encounter quite brutal corporal punishment, meted out for the most miserly of reasons. Making a face at your Master back in Rome; forgetting the grapes for the big banquet for all those Greek or Persian heroes; not pulling your weight halfway up a pyramid... The list goes on.

"Scourging or 'whipping the back off someone with a knotted cat-o-nine-tails', was a favourite in my own country up until a little over a century ago. 

"More recently, I remember being caned across my palm in high school. 

"My God! That hurt. The funny thing was, the second time I kind of just watched the Deputy Headmaster hang that thing up high and whip it down. Oh, it still hurt, all right. It was just... Oh, I don't know, kind of fascinating. The way I looked at him drove him crazy. He even rolled up his sleeves. They were whacks to remember, and definitely not delivered in a controlled manner... 

"I went back on a few occasions, just to check on his technique. That was what I told my mates. I wasn't kidding, but for some reason they thought I was pretty tough. I just wanted to try it on my little sister. She'd broken my bike. Okay, so I was a little crazy in my teens...

"Ah... How times have changed. We're much more civilised now.

"Within the Safe, Sane and Consensual' Lifestyle' if you will, spankings are only supposed to hurt if they are meant to hurt. The point being, it is agreed to, then administered with control, and within reason the two protagonists simply move on. 

"It's normal.

"Besides being a normal way of dealing with a problem, a punishment cleans a slate. Guilt is purged. Not unlike confession in the Catholic Church. Confess the sin. Receive the punishment. Sin is cleansed. They've been onto it for centuries. And it works a treat.

"On a side matter, this doesn't address 'The Sin of the Dom'. Let's not forget that Doms make mistakes too. It's just that the consequences are usually less... physical. If you are in any way ambiguous about this thought, next year please enrol in Mr. Adams class, Switching 201.

"However, again we come back to this problem of how hard, how many, and how now brown cow... 

"Yes, exactly. It's pretty hard to imagine. It's not like you can spank yourself and gauge how hard someone else should be spanked based on the evidence of how much it hurts your own ass... Or hand... 

"Or maybe you can. 

"I certainly couldn't, which is not to say that I tried, but that it actually, um, didn't occur to me... 

"But then again, I didn't go into it feet first itching to spank the living daylights out of some poor sweet girl's upturned butt. Well, except for my sister... Which of course I never did, being the forgiving soul I was, er, am. 

"I just accidentally ran over her bike with my first car. 

"Yes, I have a long memory... 

"However, I digress. That is not the subject of today's lecture. 

"Today we are talking about the ideal beginning for a spanking relationship. Let's assume vanilla protagonists, of three types: unwilling, undecided, and willing. Just for today, we will call these categories: Hard Limit, Soft Limit, and Hubba Hubba. 

"Now, how do you figure out which type your partner is when you've never actually discussed it? 

"Well for starters, if the subject did come up and was considered offensive or a memory one would rather forget, then it could comfortably be considered a 'Hard Limit' for either party... 

"Duh...

"However, if the subject never came up, it might be considered a 'Soft Limit'.

"And, if the subject came up in playful terms, then you could have a 'Hubba Hubba' on your hands.

"So how do you make sure?

"Well, never get ahead of yourself. 

"Find out if your partner/lover/significant other ACTUALLY WANTS A SPANKING.

"Try teasing her about it when she's cheeky. 

"'You must be angling for a spanking.'

"'Oh, you think you're man enough?" 

"You're in like Flynn, dude!

"On the other hand, if you try, 'Damn, baby. In that skirt, you look good enough to spank.'

"And she replies, 'Really? I think it makes me look fat. Don't you?' 

"...Then it might be time to kiss that fantasy goodbye.

"Okay, okay. Quiet up the back. Not you again. Nose against the back wall. Hold that green mini up around your hips. 

"Eyes back here, please. The rest of you... Yes... Thank you.

"Now, you've actually convinced her you're man enough by not whinging when she has second thoughts and instead you miraculously remember that this ISN'T a punishment. 

"Well done. 

"This is a bit of fun! Sex fun! Woohoo! Convince her you have no intention of hurting her and you just want to give her a few soft smacks. Make sure you have time. Put aside at least thirty minutes. Do NOT tell her you are going to spank her for thirty minutes. 

"Not a good plan.

"Now, it's time to go out on a limb. 

"'I love that ass of yours baby. I just want to see if I like spanking it as much as I do in my dreams.'

"'Oh, Dexter. Really? Well, I guess it'll be all right... Will you promise to stop or go softer if I ask?'

"You sit on the corner of the bed, or the chair in the living room, or the bouncy ball in the rumpus room, in your jimjams, whatever floats your boat, and tell her to lose the Betty Boop t-shirt and crawl over your knees...

"Okay, guys. It's time to bend down the hard-on. You can surprise her with that, about halfway through. Keep your knees together unless she likes surprises. 

"Visualise now. Close your eyes. She's over your lap, your legs are together. Her head is hanging down. Remember blood can rush to the head. Particularly if she is unfit or unwell. If she puts one or both hands on the ground it may help her to feel comfortable. If you are sitting on the end of a bed, if you turn a bit sideways, you can position her so the rest of her body is close to the same level as her hips. 

"Make sure her weight is evenly distributed over your lap. Don't rush. Fix any problems. Change chairs if necessary. 

"If you are uncomfortable, chances are, so is she. 

"In the future, or if you are feeling adventurous, you may wish to restrain her in some way. To begin with, the most comfortable way is to reach across her back with your non-spanking hand to hold her 'far' wrist. This may also stabilise her body.

"Start slowly and softly. Move in a circular pattern, never smacking the exact same place twice in a row. Plan to spank over the panties. Reassure her. Show her you meant it when you said you promised to be gentle. Be accurate and watch what you are doing. Smack the meaty part of the ass only. Avoid getting too close to the edges. Avoid going too high to her lower back or too low on her thighs. And for God's sake, on that very first spanking, avoid the more 'sensitive' parts.

"To begin with, keep it to one every twenty seconds or so. 

"In between each smack, augment with lots of soft butt caresses, even occasional dips between the legs. Don't be impatient. Don't expect her to get hot. You are doing this for the fun of it. However, don't forget to act surprised if after five or so smacks she actually begins heating up. 

"'Oh, so you like this, do you?' works a charm. But don't let her answer.

"Smack. 

"'Ooooo.'

"'Too hard?'

"'Um... Oh...'

"'Maybe too soft...'

"'No... Um... That was... That was okay...'

"Caress. Caress.

"'Mmmmm... Gosh...'

"Smack. 

"'Oohhh...'

"Okay, you've been going for five or ten minutes and now you can put the smacks a little closer together in time. Maybe ten seconds apart. Tell her before you change rhythm. Keep them light. DON'T RUSH. For the first spanking, it is better 'by far' to underdo it, rather than to overdo it. 

"If you like it half as much as I do, it's easy to get carried away. Ask how she's doing. Often. About every five smacks, max. Be inventive with your verbals. Ask her if she wants more. Ask her if it's hard enough or too hard. Give compliments. Tell her how much fun you are having. Tell her you are excited. Open your legs if she needs convincing.

"Alternating cheeks is a good idea. And after five or so minutes you can play around with the intensity A LITTLE. Soft and a little bit harder can be nice. 

"But!

"And this is a big 'but'!"

"Keep to a simple rhythm. Caress, caress, caress, smack. Caress, caress, caress, smack. 

"Avoid random. And avoid a 'change-up' in timing without warning. 

"She WANTS to know when it's coming. And she WANTS to know how hard, within reason. Surprising her doesn't work. 

"It's NOT fun.

"We are talking first time here. Listen. Learn. Watch. Be patient. Take your cues from her. Don't 'lead'. Don't pull her knickers down without asking. If she says okay, then ask her to say please. Works a charm too.

"With practice, it will be a combination of rhythm and timing that will help you to become a great spanker. And music! God, NEVER underestimate the power of a driving beat. The ups and downs of something like Painkiller by Freestylers/Pendulum just about maps out where to slow down and speed up, where to go gentle and where to increase intensity. Tell her you are going to follow the music. Follow up with Blue Monday by New Order and she might decide she likes your taste in music, as well as your talented hands! 

"Good luck and remember to love the one you are with. Aftercare for that first gentle spanking includes lots of continued caressing and typical loving words such as, 'Oh, my God, that was amazing', and 'We've gotta do this more often', and 'Christ, I'm hotter than a firecracker, lets fuck.'

"Okay, there's the bell. There'll be a quiz on Friday, and on Monday it's prac, so pair up over the weekend and we'll check out your technique then. Don't forget your paddles next Wednesday, as Miss Green Mini has kindly volunteered to be our first 'Spankee for a Day'. 

"Dismissed!"



Spanking



You return home from a day at work; your feet are sore, your knees are ready to collapse, and your shoulders are tighter than a clock spring. You come through the door and see me sitting in my rocking chair in the living room with the kerosene lamp light on the table next to me. The low-ball glass has a couple fingers of amber liquid in it.

You pause in the door way and look at me. The pinstripe jacket I wore to work this morning is hung over the back of the chair; the deep green suspenders over my crisp white button down shirt sets a small bit of excitement off in your mind. The matching trousers truncate at my crossed ankles. The well-worn, yet immaculate, brown wingtips are still on my feet.

You glance back up my seated form realizing that my shirt sleeves are rolled up above my elbows and the scars of bad decisions on my forearm are shining brightly in the light from the lamp. The deadpan look on my face jolts you as a dawn of realization bathes you in its light.

You immediately drop to your knees. Your pencil skirt riding to just above your knees as you bend down to the carpet and close the door behind you as you sink. You realize you had a lunch date; that you missed due to a meeting. You never thought to call, or text, or even reschedule the meeting you requested.

I pick up the small glass and take a sip. The muscles in my neck tensing as the liquid passes my tongue and travels down my throat. The slightest twitch of my eyes tells you that it is my favorite scotch. You immediately cast your eyes down awaiting my commands. The air has gone heavy and almost suffocatingly oppressive.

I adjust in the rocking chair so both my feet are flat on the floor, and my knees are at right angles; I crack my neck and knuckles for dramatic effect. You can feel the moisture building between your legs. The inevitable punishment is nearing, yet still so far away. I take another sip of the scotch; you hear the glass make a slight clink as I set it back on the table.

"Come here, lass," I say out loud, but barely more than a whisper. You scoot over to me on your knees without raising your eyes to meet mine. Every shuffling step with your knees threatens to open the floodgates keeping your arousal inside. As you approach, you notice I have yet to move from my position to help you onto my knees. This is your punishment: to get on my knees without help.

You know that if you use your hands you may not be 'punished' at all. So, you shuffle up to my knees and try to drape your form across my knees, only partially successfully. You begin an undulation that reminds me of a caterpillar on a leaf. At last you have managed to settle yourself onto my knees in the correct position.

Your thighs are parallel with my calves, and your torso is flat across my thighs. You bring your hands forward and place the on the floor between the chair and my feet, bracing yourself for the impending impacts. The angle has made your skirt pull up in the back, exposing a bit of your beautiful pale thighs.

You begin to tremble as I raise your skirt up to expose your ass to the warm air of the room. I'm taken aback by the sight; as always, a stunning, mind-altering view assails me. You can feel my breath quicken; I raise the skirt enough that it will hold itself up and not fall with the 'punishment'. The pantyless cheeks and mound sends chills up my body.

"You were a bad girl today, yes?" I ask, more rhetorically that expecting an answer. I bring my hand down in a sharp sting to your left cheek as soon as you relaxed from my question. I rub the strike area, and then deliver the same slap to the right cheek. As you feel my hands caressing the strikes with a gentle soothing touch, you feel my hardness rising to the occasion. I remove my hand, "I want to remind you to let me know when your work gets in the way. I also want to know when you will be late as well. Punishment hurts me worse than you."

Smack; a full hand chastising blow on the sweet spot of your ass. Your dam finally bursts as your arousal begins to seep down your thighs form between your legs. You have been craving this all day. From the moment you decided to make the meeting to purposely not informing me of your decision, you knew the 'punishment' was coming.

I make a couple more retorts on the sweet spot, culminating in a wet hand and a slightly puffy labia. The erection pressing into your rib cage seems insistent. I caress each cheek, then place a well-aimed palm slap to each cheek in a very off beat manner. I have learned how to keep you off balance and not able to expect anything at any time from me. I grab a hand full of hair and begin a rhythmic 'beating' of your ass. High cheek, sweet spot, high cheek, low cheek, low cheek, high cheek, sweet spot, and so on and so forth.

The redness of your posterior grows until a nice warmth is emanating from the manhandled flesh. I slowly begin to caress the inflamed skin; my hands of oak wood turn to silk in an instant. The fire contained in my ass begins to cool slightly. I trace a finger over your labia as I rub the reddened areas to calm them. I take my hand away; you hear a suckling sound as you realize I am tasting your arousal. The deep groan of approval from my chest reverberates through my hardness into you. I return to calming the heat in your backside.

Smack; the sweet spot is beginning be connected to the pleasure center of your brain. Smack; your labia begin to part, allowing the inner lips to peek out. Smack; that was all it took. You begin to shudder and convulse as your climax rips through your body; seizure-like motions from your body tell me I have done what you needed. I lean you up, dropping your skirt back into place.

"Next time, let me know." I embrace you and kiss your lips lightly as you come down from your pleasure high. I reach over and take the glass of scotch and down the remaining. I stand, help you to your feet and kiss you lightly again. "Same time next week, yes?"

I turn to retrieve my jacket and throw it over my shoulder as I head for the door. I turn before opening the door and smirk, "Always my pleasure." I open the door and leave, pulling the door shut behind me. All you can do is watch as you try and regain some semblance of mental capacity.



Spanking - Between Show and Reality



Author's Note: Chronologically this story takes place before the events in the Jacqueline and Victoria stories posted here at literotica. It introduces friends of those two. So, I apologise for confronting you with a lot of (probably) new characters and some background stories, but I wanted to get Jacqy and Tory out of the one-on-one cocoon in which the other stories make them out to be stuck.

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Victoria, Jacqueline and their friends were sitting at a low couch table in 'The Warehouse'. The nightclub belonged to Patricia and Elena, old friends who had fulfilled one of their dreams with the cross of a normal nightclub on the ground floor and an exclusive lifestyle club on the upper levels, complete with a big common room with play niches and the marble statue of a bound woman that had been a gift from Jacqueline and Victoria. There also were a couple of smaller rooms for private parties, theme rooms, and all the equipment for discipline and bondage imaginable.

The six women observed a play scene taking place on a small dais in the main room of the scene portion of the club, with waning interest. It was supposed to show a Victorian scene of Domestic Discipline but all of it was fake, the clothes, the mannerisms, the acting, and most obviously of all the spanking.

The man's costume was passable, but the upper part of the woman's dress had only a flimsy corset instead of the tightly laced whale bones ones the upper class at the time had been wearing. The skirt part didn't have nearly enough layers and instead of knickers the woman was wearing almost modern panties. The most positive thing one could say of the female performer was that she at least knew how to walk in the also not very Victorian six-inch high-heels.

Their conversation, the husband berating the wife for an unnamed wrong and the wife apologising in a fearful voice, was stilted where it should have been formal and the vocabulary they used sounded more like they had gone fishing in Shakespeare's collected works than what one would be liable to read in a Victorian novel, erotic or not. That of course could also be attributed to the basically non-existent acting skills of both performers.

None of that, however, would have been a reason to no longer follow the events on the small stage; no, it was the spanking that did it.

For everyone with eyes to see there was no denying that the earlier slaps on the woman's admittedly ample buttocks had been too light to account for the colour change in her nether cheeks. In fact, they only had begun to glow red when he had caressed them after the hand-spanking which left only one logical conclusion: he had put some kind of make-up on her skin to let them appear red. For a public as knowledgeable as the one at 'The Warehouse' it was an almost laughable attempt. It even might have been funny had the performers not added insult to injury by having coated the cane with some kind of colour to better imitate cane marks.

As it was the six friends had turned their attention from the dais back to their table when a waiter with snugly fitting leather shorts and an oiled, finely muscled chest had deposited their next round of drinks. Marge took a sip from her root beer and absently caressed the back of Abby's neck who was sitting next to her on a cushioned, oversized chair.

"Jacqy, how are your lock-picking skills?" She finally asked.

"I haven't had any reason to use them in some time, Marge. Why? Lost the keys to Abby's chastity belt?" Jacqueline answered.

"Let's see, shall we?

Marge nudged the mini skirt Abby was wearing aside and revealed the neatly trimmed dark triangle between her slightly spread legs for all to see.

"Hmm, no chastity belt, this time." 

She let her fingers glide over the inside of Abby's upper right thigh. Abby spread her legs a bit wider in invitation.

Jacqueline smiled at their easy and relaxed manner, a sign that everything was still alright between them after Marge's lapse into alcohol and domestic violence a few months ago. She also wished that she had made Victoria wear something as easily accessible as a skirt instead of the skin tight leather pants on which she had insisted.

Marge explored Abby's folds and Abby elicited a soft moan. If it was for real or only to give their friends a show was anybody's guess. In any case it was enough to incite AJ who was sitting in Sandra's lap to open a few more buttons of the silk blouse the tall doctor was wearing to gain access to her lace clad breasts and tease them. Sandra pressed her chest out for more contact and whispered, "Please, Mistress, more."

"You're all wet, baby," Marge said after she had held her glistening index finger in front of Abby's mouth to be cleaned. "Is the show over there so arousing?"

Abby took her time cleaning the digit before she answered, "It's more your presence, Master, and the vibrating butt plug you have me wear. Could you please dial it up another notch?"

"Are you sure that this is what you want, little one?"

"Please, Master."

Marge smiled. She put one arm around Abby's shoulders. She then reached into the pocket of her slacks and removed a remote control she put on the table, but didn't yet change the setting. She looked expectantly at Abby whose blue eyes answered with a plea.

"Please, Master, just a tiny bit. I promise I'll be good then and won't ask for anything else that evening, please."

Marge took the remote and pushed it to the maximum. Abby stifled a sharp shriek with her hand over her mouth, her eyes widened and her hips and buttocks rose involuntarily from her seat. Marge held her and let the tension rise before she allowed her to come and stopped the vibrations completely. Abby still rode her orgasm, oblivious to the partly amused, partly admiring, partly envious looks of their friends and possibly a few other patrons seated at neighbouring tables.

After she had calmed down a bit, Abby stretched and put a soft kiss on Marge's cheek, "Thank you, Master, for allowing me to come. I love you."

"You're welcome, little one, and you can thank me later when we're home. For now, look at those hedonists," Marge said and gestured towards Jacqueline and Victoria.

Victoria who had been sitting on Jacqueline's lap was now straddling her Mistress. They were locked in a passionate kiss. Jacqy had captured Tory's hands behind her back and held them tight with one of her own. Her other hand had found it's way under Tory's knitted, formfitting top and made her pert nipples stand up proudly. Had they not both been wearing leather trousers, lesser material would have been soaked through with their juices.

Sandra whistled softly at the sight of their friends who were oblivious to anyone else. AJ pinched her right nipple to make her change her focus and Sandra immediately found her Mistress' eyes, smiled and tried to sneak her hand under AJ's skirt.

"Freeze, Missy. What do you think you're doing? What did I tell you before coming here?" AJ asked.

"I... I'm sorry, Mistress. You said that I'm not allowed to touch you intimately without your permission and... and that I'm also not allowed to ask to touch you that way. I'm sorry," Sandra stammered.

"And?" AJ insisted.

"And it won't happen again tonight, I promise."

"And?"

"Please, punish me."

Sandra's eyes were cast down and no one would have recognised the sometimes volatile trauma surgeon and ER chief in the obviously contrite woman. AJ put a finger under her chin to make her look up. Their eyes met and they burst out laughing.

That broke Jacqy and Tory's kiss though they would have had to come up for air any moment anyway. Jacqueline registered the teasing smiles on their friends' faces and decided to redirect their attention.

"So, Marge, why again do you need my lock-picking skills?" She asked.

"Oh, I just thought that we could break into those performers' rooms and show them how a real spanking is done," Marge answered with a teasing smile.

Tory had retaken her former position on Jacqueline's lap, her wrists were still crossed behind her back and securely held by her Mistress' strong hand. That, however, didn't keep her from teasing Marge, "Be careful, Margaret Wilson, there's an officer of the court present at this table and that sounds conspicuously like a conspiracy to commit a crime."

The others laughed, Marge grinned and answered, "Well, there's that, but I still think they'd deserve a lesson for the abysmal performance."

"Oh, I don't think that we'll need to worry about that, guys," Sandra said and pointed towards a tall figure striding towards the performers who where just leaving the dais.

"Wow, looks like Pat is on the war path," AJ said.

"I really hope she reads them the riot act. That wasn't a scene. It was a mockery," Marge said with more vehemence than intended.

Abby turned a bit in her seat and put a hand on Marge's cheek and the other on her arm, "Did they really make you that angry, my love?"

"No, I just... Yes, I guess they did. I don't want to go there and beat them or what, but ..." Marge fell silent and shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know."

"Marge is right," a new voice coming from her right said. Elena pulled a chair to the low table and sat down. "It wouldn't have been so bad if it really had been a comedy act, and it could have been with some better play acting, but what they did was not intended to get people to laugh. Their contract is very clear on that. They tried to dupe a public who knows better. We all know how an ass looks after a heavy spanking or a caning. Pat will take care of it. From what I could see the six of you had some fun despite the quality of the official entertainment."

"Oh, yes, we did," Marge said. "Abby here did have a nice, big orgasm, Jacq and Tory heated up the room by at least two degrees with their steamy kiss and Sandy proved her talent for acting by making us believe that she's really sorry for having disobeyed her Mistress, well, up 'til they both burst out laughing. What was up with that, by the way?"

"Oh, I never forbade Sandy to touch me, at least not tonight. She made that up. It was just a bit of fun," AJ answered. "That performance, will it hurt the club's reputation, El?"

"No, at least I don't think so. Everyone knows that they were a last minute replacement for the act we had initially hired. Robert already promised to do two bondage demonstrations to make up for it."

"What happened? Did he tie himself up and lose the scissors to get loose?" Jacqueline asked with a relaxed smile while using her free hand to make Tory's nipples stand at attention through the thin fabric of her top.

"Believe it or not, he sprained his wrist playing hoops with his ten year old nephew. He's really embarrassed about that."

Elena signalled for their bare-chested waiter to bring another round of drinks. Jacqueline and AJ were caressing their subs, each in her own way and thus heightened all of their arousal while Marge and Abby were whispering.

"El, Marge just had an idea. That performance, she thinks that we can't let it stand like that. My Master thinks that it gives us all a bad name, all those who chose that lifestyle, and I agree. She thinks that we should round it up with a real spanking, the same number of strokes but not faked. We volunteer."

"You would really do this for us? That were at least twenty-four strokes with the cane," Elena said.

"That's what friends are for, El, and it's not like it would be the first time for me. I can take a sound spanking and that much and more with a cane without embarrassing my Master," Abby answered.

"I'm humbled by your offer, Abby, Marge, but I can't accept. I proposed the same thing to Patricia when I saw what was going on. It would have been an apt punishment because it was me who hired them, but she refused. She said that we have performances every week and that one performance gone wrong could not hurt the good work we did over the last six months," Elena answered.

"And I was right," Patricia said from behind. "I had at least a dozen offers to perform a real spanking on the way here. I won't allow it, not to make up for our mistakes, but I told everyone to freely use the play niches if they feel the urge and there are already some preparations going on over there. I also had some requests to create some sort of amateur night to add to the performances and demonstrations we usually have. What do you think? Would that be something you would want to see?"

Elena had slid from the low chair to the floor when she had heard Pat's voice and Patricia had taken her seat. The tall woman, she topped Jacqueline's six feet plus by a few inches, looked a bit uncomfortable in the low chair until Elena gently helped her to stretch her legs under the table. Doing so, she kissed her Mistress' boots and then leaned against the side of the chair. Patricia played with her hair and stroked her neck in recognition while she waited for their friends to give them an answer.

Sandra was the first to answer, "It sounds like a challenge, but I wouldn't want anyone to recognise me or my Mistress while we're up there."

"Also, you would have to make sure that what's happening on the dais is really consensual and that no Master or Mistress gets out of control. So, you need to reserve the right to interfere, and you should know exactly what they plan to do to avoid unpleasant surprises," AJ added.

Marge nodded and absently slid her hand under Abby's skirt to play with her still wet folds while Abby answered for them, "I can see my Master and myself up there, otherwise we would not have offered to do a spanking session now."

Jacqueline and Victoria didn't offer an opinion except for a nod from Jacqy at AJ words. Tory's eyes, however, glazed over in some sort of anticipatory shimmer that was not missed by her Mistress.

"Is that something you would like to do, my Tory?"

"In a way. When we play, even with our friends, you're always so involved you don't really enjoy the show. I guess I'd like to perform for you, to show you my love and devotion," Victoria said softly enough to be only heard by her Mistress.

Jacqueline commented her words with another heated kiss, still keeping Victoria's hands immobilised behind her back.

"Looks like the two of you need some privacy, Jacq," Pat said while she pulled Elena in her lap and began to undo the laces on Elena's leather vest, but the two women were too busy to answer. A wicked smile spread over her face and she pulled her cell phone out. She quietly handed it to Marge who was at a better angle to get some close-ups of their faces. Surprisingly the faint sound of the camera option broke the kiss. After that they all decided to go home since it was a weeknight and most of them had to get up early, except for Pat and Elena, of course, who would stay until closing time and beyond.

~*~

When Marge opened the passenger side door of their car Abby sat down without first pulling up the skirt she was wearing. Since it was one of those subtle signs of submission that had become second nature to her, her Master at first didn't see it. Only when she looked around after the car computer told her that one of the seatbelts was not fastened, she saw what could only be deliberate disobedience; no seatbelt, no sitting directly on the leather seat.

"Care to explain yourself, little one?" Marge asked.

Abby turned her head and didn't look up, "I'm sorry, Master. I didn't think." She also didn't try to correct her mistake.

"Brushing your skirt aside is such an automated gesture for you that you even do it on the rare occasions I allow you to wear pants. So, don't try to tell me that it was not deliberate."

"When I still forgot to do it, you punished me with a sound spanking, Master," Abby whispered.

Abby's eyes were still cast down and Marge made her look up, "You know that all you had to do was ask and I would have considered it. A part of me was looking forward to giving you that spanking on the stage, now, however,..."

"I'm really sorry, Master. I know I shouldn't have done it just a moment later. Please punish me for my uppity... and for trying to top from the bottom," Abby added after a moment's hesitation.

Marge kissed her, not forcefully and passionately but softly, and with a hint of regret, "You will be punished, little one, but not with a spanking, in fact, there won't be any pain involved. You can consider yourself lucky that you already had some release tonight. It will be the last orgasm for at least a week, and you can be sure that I will not make it easy for you. At the end of the week you may ask for my forgiveness, and I might even give you a spanking."

"Thank you, Master, for punishing me. I'm sure I won't let something like this happen again any time soon," Abby said after she had swallowed hard. She would have preferred a long session in the dungeon, even the rack she feared so much would have been better than having to go without sexual release for the foreseeable future. She knew she didn't deserve any better...

Marge started the car and drove them home where she led her submissive into the dungeon and teased her 'til close to her breaking point only to leave her helplessly aroused and too tightly bound to do anything about it.

~*~

Victoria was uncharacteristically quiet during the drive home, "Are you alright, baby?"

"Yes, Jacqy, I'm fine. Do you think that idea with an amateur night could work out?"

"I'm pretty sure that it will be a resounding success, Tory. It's perfect to show off one's sub's training. There will be many members who won't be able to resist. Is that why you were so pensive? Planning a scene for me?"

"No, not really, though it might be worth a thought or two. It's that botched spanking scene and what Abby and Marge said about doing it right. It makes my bottom itch." They had to stop at a red light and Victoria turned her head to the side to make eye contact with Jacqueline, "Would you please spank me, Mistress, hard, very hard? Please. It's been so long since I really felt your discipline."

Jacqueline studied Tory's face. Her expression told her that she was serious and really wanted to be taken over her knees, but she still had to make sure, "Is that really what you want? I could put you in a tight bondage instead. I don't want you to curse me if you have to sit on the hard chairs in the court room tomorrow with a blistered and bruised behind."

"If we were not in the car right now, I would get down on my knees and kiss your feet to beg you. So, I only have my words. Please, Mistress, please spank me, turn my buttocks into a dark shade of red, let me rejoice in your discipline, please."

Jacqueline put her index finger on Tory's lips to silence her. She wanted a few quiet minutes to think the request through. Victoria's nipples were still hard from the teasing and kissing they had done in the Warehouse, but something told the tall sculptor that it was not only Tory's arousal speaking. The last two weeks they had spent at Jacqueline's parents at the coast she had spanked her beloved every other day, and she had loved to see and feel Tory's complete abandon to the discipline. Since then almost five months had passed and she couldn't remember the last time she had spanked her just for the sake of seeing the colour of her buttocks change.

"Go to the playroom, strip, prepare the spanking chair and select a pair of riding gloves for me," Jacqueline said after they had arrived home.

Tory hurried to obey and was kneeling in front of the chair when Jacqueline came in. The gloves she had selected were waiting on the seat of the chair and Jacqueline was pleasantly surprised that Tory had chosen the ones made of soft, smooth leather that gave some protection to her hands but still allowed her to feel the changes in her submissive's behind. They also had thicker gloves, initially meant for holding the reins and driving a wagon; they had almost the same effect on Tory's skin as a leather paddle and were only used for quick results instead of a long journey, so to speak.




Spanking - Between Show and Reality



"Get over my knees, my Tory."

For the first couple of minutes Jacqy only caressed Victoria's firm buttocks. She could feel the anticipatory tension running through her submissive's body. She knew that Tory wanted to urge her to finally start but held herself in check for fear of not getting what she wanted. She let her still ungloved hand slide down between Tory's legs and played with her moist nether lips. Jacqueline was quickly rewarded with more wetness, but the tension in Tory's body got worse instead of better.

"This is your last chance to opt out, my love. Remember that you have court most of the day tomorrow. You don't want one of the judges to ask you why you're squirming in your seat, do you?" she said.

"Please, Mistress, spank me. My performance in court is always better when my buttocks are aching or my breasts are burning in remembrance of the riding crop. I have the closing in the Adamson case tomorrow; with the evidence base we have, I need all the help I can get. Please Mistress."

"I love you, my Tory." Jacqueline bent down and kissed Tory's soft skin. "Try to relax, love. You are allowed to come whenever you want, but not for the first twenty-five strokes. I want you to count them, after the twenty-fifth you will stop counting."

Victoria relaxed considerably even before the first slap hit her, and while she counted the strokes she became aware how much she had missed the feeling, the familiar unpredictability of a sound spanking: you knew the slap or stroke would come but there was no telling where it would hit or how hard it would be. Lately their play sessions had been centred on bondage, teasing and orgasm control, not on discipline, and it had been weeks since she had last earned a punishment.

"Twenty-five."

Jacqueline once again took a few minutes to caress the now slightly red behind. It was still far from the colour she wanted Tory's buttocks to have, but she had yet to use the gloves. She put one on and started again.

The next stroke was twice as hard as the ones before, more a smack than a slap. Tory relaxed even more and her Mistress rewarded her by settling into an even rhythm, alternating between the left and the right butt cheek and leaving just enough time between strokes to let the pain flare up. It felt so good, so right that she quickly lost count of the number of strokes.

She began to cry, silently, and the last of the tension left her body. Tory unconsciously spread her legs a bit wider. Her clitoris was throbbing and her inner muscles clenched in rhythm with the smacks raining down on her behind. It was bliss. And though her body was relaxed, she needed all of her willpower not to arch into the strokes. She knew her Mistress had a dim view on such behaviour, to her it was uppity, regardless of how instinctive it really was.

Her Mistress must have seen the evidence of her arousal between her thighs. The spanking stopped and two leather clad fingers were thrust into her sex. She felt pressure against her clit and heard Jacqueline's order to come.

And she lost her fight against her need in more than one regard. She pressed back against her Mistress' fingers and came, and just as she had feared the fingers were gone, but instead of leaving her hanging, Jacqueline resumed the spanking. The smacks were just as hard as before, and had Victoria been capable of such reasoning she would have known that her Mistress would feel the spanking just as keenly in the palm of her hand as she would on her buttocks.

Jacqueline kept her rhythm up until the last of Tory's orgasm had ebbed out. She kept it up until Tory's breathing had evened out and returned to a more normal sequence. Only then did she decrease the force of her strokes and slowly guided her beloved back to reality.

She pulled her up and in her arms. She kissed the beautiful face that appeared even more beautiful for the tears staining Tory's cheeks, "I love you, my Tory. You were so beautiful, so perfect. Thank you for giving yourself to me."

Victoria rested her head against her Mistress' shoulder. Here in Jacqueline's arms was the safest place in the world. She knew she should answer her Mistress' compliment with words of her own, but she also knew that her lover didn't expect her to speak directly after an intense session -- and though the spanking had been relatively short compared to their other play sessions, it had been intense. It also had not really been a play session, but a gift her Mistress had given her, a wonderful, perfect gift.

They stayed like this for long minutes with Victoria held in her Mistress' arms. Jacqueline stroked the naked back and finally her hand slipped deep enough to touch the crimson behind. Instead of flinching Tory pressed against the hand and Jacqueline gently kissed her forehead. Then she was lifted off her feet and carried over to the bed. Her tortured buttocks hit the silk sheets and soft mattress. She moaned in pain but that quickly changed to a bright smile when she saw the fire in her Mistress' eyes.

Jacqueline's gloved hand caressed Tory's shaven mons and she knew she was in for another night of sweet and vigorous lovemaking. She expected to be entered and fucked hard, instead Jacqueline and her hand were suddenly gone. She raised her head and saw her Mistress at one of the wall cabinets holding their toys.

"Close your eyes, baby," Jacqueline ordered.

Tory felt cuffs put around her wrists. Her Mistress pulled her a bit up to fasten them directly to the rings at the sides of the headboard. Her arms now were spread wide and she felt deliciously helpless. Jacqueline knelt between her spread legs, the mattress shifted under her. She was entered deeply by something big and hard but was wet enough not to feel any pain at the intruder. It took all of her willpower to keep her eyes closed, but luckily she didn't have to do it for long.

"Open your eyes and look at me, my Tory."

Her Mistress' gaze held her, grounded her while she built a fast, thrusting rhythm, enter deeply, remove the thick shaft 'til its tip grazed her clitoris, ram it back in. Tory's inner muscles clenched, time and again frustrated by the toy's absence. She was frantic with need by the time her Mistress finally stayed inside and allowed her to come.

The next morning her Mistress' first order of business after their shared shower was to put some soothing lotion on Tory's red and swollen behind. To Victoria's surprise the lotion didn't contain an additional painkiller, and though a tiny part of her dreaded the court day ahead, a bigger part relished the challenge. She even was looking forward to the Adamson closing.

~*~

While the jury in the Adamson case was deliberating Sandra called Victoria between surgeries. She knew that her friend had been anxious about the case and her closing statement. Tory told her that she had a good feeling about it and also told her about the wonderful end of the last night.

Sandra laughed, "So, are you're rubbing your burning ass right now? Because I am. AJ was all hot and bothered by your display, Jacqy's and yours. So, she bent me over the spanking horse and gave me a sound caning. I wasn't allowed to count but I guess it were about eighteen. I can feel every single one of them through my scrubs, and then she put on a harness and took me anally. Goddess, I felt so full. I could barely walk when she led me to our bed. On the way I tried to rub the welts and AJ put my hands in thick leather mittens and fastened them to the headboard. It was such a perfect end for the evening."

"So, tell me, Sandy, if your Mistress didn't allow you to rub your behind yesterday, what makes you think that she would condone it now?" Tory asked with a mischievous smile the other woman couldn't see.

"Oh crap. I didn't even think about that."

"If I were you I would confess my lack of control to my Mistress. You might come out of it with another spanking..."

The END



Spanking Bri



Here I stood with my dick trying it's best to rip a hole in my boxers. Before me Brianne stood buck naked, with her legs splayed leaning forward her hands clinging tightly to the brick half wall in my living room. Her huge tits dangling beneath her body, her head bowed she finally spoke. "Master, please punish me for what I did. Please make me sorry I didn't follow your rules."

As I raised my hand to spank her bare ass I thought about the short hours that had brought years of fantasy to an unexpected fruition. I have known Brianne since she was seven years old. She and my daughter played together. Her parents and my wife and I share so many life events you would think that we were family. I never gave Bri a second thought when she was young. She was an unruly child and grew to be a bit of a hellion as a teenager. Most of her life I had no use for her.

It was just after she turned nineteen that my whole thought pattern of her changed. She had played a rough game so far. Got pregnant young, and had the baby while in the county lock up for a drive off without paying for a tank of gas. She gave up the baby for adoption but she took it hard. One Saturday afternoon she showed up at the house wanting to 'borrow' $10 for gas. Her folks had moved about 6 hours off and she was pretty much on her own so I wanted to help, "Let me grab my boots and I'll take you down and put it in the tank" I said.

At this she got a bit huffy, and with her hands on her hips rolled her eyes, "What, you think I am gonna go buy shit to cook meth?" She thought she was being tough but as she was 5'3" and on the plump side of things she looked more comedic than tough and I was a bit annoyed by her belligerence.

"Little girl, if you were doing meth you would be skin and bones with your teeth falling out selling your ass down under the Commerce Street Bridge. Now you have a choice either put away the bravado and accept a tank of gas and a gas station chicken dinner or I can do your folks a favor and turn your ass over my knee and blister it for being a little bitch." All this brought her up short and she just stood there staring at me. 

We stood there staring at each other for a few minutes when she finally spoke. She licked her lips just a bit, her eyes were wide and her breathing had become a bit shallow, "You'd spank me? Really?" Suddenly this conversation had a whole new tenor to it. 

Not knowing what to say I nodded. She stood and looked at me wide eyed breathing hard for several seconds. This girl is an F cup if she's an inch so I couldn't help but to watch her massive chest swell up and down. The tension began to draw out and at the end I broke the silence, "Come on, let's get you some gas." 

The moment was gone but the spell was far from broken. For the next five years she was one of my favorite masturbation fantasies. Don't get me wrong I love fucking my wife, we have a very fun sexual relationship but there are certain desires of mine that she is just not interested in. Some that she had been willing to indulge, such as tying her up, had been precluded by the development of a joint disorder. As such these fantasies of Bri became a release for these particular parts of my sexual personality. 

Years passed, Bri married had another kid and seemed happy for a while but then that marriage tanked because, as she said "I just can't keep my god damn legs together!" Her ex got custody and she moved away with her folks and I kept her great big tits and plump ass on my shelf as a fun little fantasy with a happy ending.

It was Memorial Day that dropped the hammer on everything that had gone before. My wife was off on a cruise with about 80 other women belonging to a social organization and I was just spinning wheels and going to work while she was away. I took a couple extra days off just to have a mini vacation of my own. 

Thursday evening I got home knowing I had 5 days off and there was no one in the house with me. I stripped my work clothes in the foyer and walked into the kitchen to pour a whisky. I hammered down a shot then poured some better stuff on ice and was just about to find a good porn scene to jerk off to when I heard her behind me. "Oh, Shit Sorry! I thought you would have clothes on!" As I turned there stood Bri in my foyer. 

I was a bit panicked "what the hell? Don't you knock?" In my racing state of mind I completely forgot I was standing there in my stretch boxers with my dick at half salute considering what porn to put on. She stood for a moment looking at me with my cock pressing against my boxers wearing nothing else but a wife beater and a glass of Jamison's. 

She smirked and said, "Well if you tried shutting the door it might help, it was half open when I walked up!" She stood and seemed to reconsider her stance as I looked hard at her. "Look I came up to see the kids and I got no place to stay. I left a message for you. Aunt Rose said it was Ok." Hanging her head she seemed defeated, "If you don't want me here just say so, I'll go sleep in the park in my car." 

Grabbing my cell phone from the counter I saw I had missed calls from my wife and Bri as well as Bri's mom. "Crap, you're fine Brianne, your mom and my wife just don't seem to remember I get no reception where I work. Come on let's get your shit."

Bri laughed a little and I realized I was still in my boxers. "Well you don't seem to mind." She blushed a little and looked away, I was deflated by this point so I grabbed a pair of gym shorts and we brought Bri's 2 small bags in. The dogs jumped all over her and finally settled down. I ordered pizza and poured myself another whiskey. Pausing a moment I yelled to the living room, "You want a drink? I have Shiner, Jamie's, and Vodka." 

Bri laughed before she replied, "I'll take a Whisky since you offer, never thought you'd be plying me with liquor." There was a bit of playful challenge in her voice. 

I poured two fingers and dropped in some ice and as I walked in and hand it to her I swatted her butt, "Careful little girl I would still spank your bare ass to make you behave." She stopped short, tilted her head to the side and stood there looking at me.

She sat down and we made small talk while watching a somewhat raunchy comedy she picked out on the streaming box. Pizza came and we finished up the bottle of Jamison's and moved on to a half bottle of JD that was in the cabinet. I was just about to excuse myself to bed and give my crank a good hard turn when she spoke.

"Would you really? I mean if I was going to let you would you spank my bare ass?" She stood as I looked at her. I took a slow sip of my whiskey. Finally she turned. She set her glass down and grabbed her massive chest lifting her t-shirt clad tits, "Seriously, if you could do anything you wanted with these and spank my ass would you?" 

Maybe it was the booze and maybe it was my quickly hardening cock talking, but I stood and stepped past her and turned so I stood behind her. I placed my hands on her hips and slowly wrapped my arms about her waist. I leaned in and kissed her neck softly and she made a mewling sound in response. I felt her hands on my own and then I grabbed her wrists. Pulling her arms so they crossed I held her too me and pressed my cloth covered dick against the crack of her ass, "Little girl, if I was to spank your ass it would only be if you were my slave. You would have to promise to be my property." My hands began to roam up her body. I cupped the fullness of her breast in my hands, this flesh would be mine to do with as I please, and you would not be in possession of yourself. My whim would be your desire." 

I released one arm and wheeled her around to face me with my free hand I grabbed her by the back of her hair and made her look up at me. "If this is what you want get on your knees." I knew this was a turning point. If she freaked out I would have a crap load of explaining to do. She stood there. Uncertainty in her blue eyes, I released my grip and placed my hands on her shoulders and pushed ever so gently and she whimpered as she sank to her knees. Her face was on level with my erect dick.

She raised her hand and caressed my dick through the layers of fabric. It took every ounce of will power I possessed but I grabbed her hand and slapped it hard. "You will not touch me unless I permit it." The look on her face was shock as she rubbed her assaulted hand. 

I pushed her down to a sitting position on the floor. "I will make the rules clear. You are to submit to me. You are giving yourself to me as property; to command and do with as I please. Your body is here for my convenience and pleasure and your person is here to make sure I am not disappointed. I may tell you to clean my kitchen, I may fuck your ass, I may decide you need to suck my dick before I go to bed. I may do nothing at all however that is unlikely."

The whole time she was on her knees looking up at me. "Now what, you want these big tits out?" She cupped her breast and lifted them and was again shocked as I gently pushed knocking her off balance. As she teetered I grabbed her again by her hair and turned her face towards my own.

"This isn't your rules any more little girl. You have got what you want through throwing tantrums and making people give you shit just to shut you up for a long time, you have used your tits and ass as weapons as soon as you figured out boys would want to play with them. You have always had some measure of control. That is at an end my pet. You are not in charge and you will do as you are told." As I let go of her hair she lost all balance and fell over on the carpet. 

Slowly, like a puppy that had been smacked on the nose, she got back up onto her knees. I was really starting to get into the game; Bri had not even started to understand it. "Your name is now 'Fuck Meat'. That is all you are to me. You will not speak unless spoken to and you will address me as 'Master' or 'Sir'. Now get on your feet and strip, I want to inspect my property." 

She got slowly to her feet. She looked around the room and then reached down and unbuttoned her jeans. As she did she looked at the tent made by my cock, she smiled a bit and ran her finger just underneath the lace waist band of her panties. Liking her lips she looked at me and began to sway her hips while pulling down her pants. 

I didn't wait for her to play any more I grabbed a pair of scissors from the end table and with my left hand grabbed the collar of her t shirt. Pulling her upright I cut the ribbing, tossed the scissors aside, and ripped her shirt down the front. Grabbing her bra between her tits I pulled her back to me and growled into her face, "I said Strip Fuck Meat! I'll let you know when I want a show."

Quietly she removed her torn shirt and the rest of her clothes until she was standing only in her panties. As she hooked her thumbs in the waist band I moved again. Reaching down between her legs I grabbed the crotch of her panties and pulled away from her. The sopping fabric clung to her pussy hair and I felt her tense as she yelped. She was breathing hard as she continued to push them down her legs I let go the wet fabric as it approached her knees and let her drop them round her ankles, kicking them away. 

She kept her eyes down as she stood naked before me only her long hair and tats hiding anything at all. "You will need to shave that pussy Fuck Meat, It would always be ready for whatever I want to shove inside it." She nodded; I could smell her juices flowing. "Show me your tits bitch." 

She lifted her pendulous breast in her hands and looked slowly up at me. I grabbed on by the nipple the stainless barbell piercing between my finger and thumb. I heard her intake of breath. I looked across the room and saw the brick half wall. "over there," I pointed where I wanted her, "assume the position."She walked carefully across the room and placed both hands on the half wall, spreading her feet she bent over and stuck out her ass. 

I let her stand there for a minute or two knowing that her legs and arms would soon grow weary. "You are a very bad girl Fuck Meat. You are a cock tease and a slut and you need to pay for that. You have also made me angry. You tried to be in charge and tempt me with your tits. Then you tried again after I told you that I was in charge. The show you tried to put on will have to be answered for. Now you will answer some questions for me. 

I raised my hand and let it fall hard on her ass. She flinched but didn't cry out. "Have you ever swallowed cum?"

She seemed confused for a moment, but then answered. "no no I spit it out." My hand came down hard on her ass. I waited a moment and smacked down hard again and then a third time, finally she answered again "Master! I spit it out Master I am sorry." Softly U began to rub the red welts. 

"That will have to change Fuck Meat, along with Shaving that pussy of yours" She was breathing hard. As I rubbed her ass I would occasionally rub between her ass cheeks. Her pussy was as hot as hell and dripping on the floor. 

My hand struck down once more, she got the message, "Yes Master." She stammered out "Swallow and Shave." 

"Now one more question," I smiled knowing I was leading her into a trap, "do you want me to fuck your ass?" 

She paused and glanced up, "No sir I only did that once and didn't like it" My hand came down hard 3 then four times. 

I told you what you want doesn't matter, you are meat for my pleasure." All the time I continue to rub her warming red butt, teasing her slit, and now putting pressure on her ass. "You are breaking my rules little girl, what should I do with you?" I stepped back letting her stand her arms aching and legs trembling. 

Something inside her broke loose. She bowed her head, "Master, please punish me for what I did. Please make me sorry I didn't follow your rules." I began to swat her ass. Watching her tits bounce with each percussive strike. My dick felt like it was going to explode. 

At last I stopped and dropping my boxers I stepped behind her. I pushed my cock down and beneath her crotch so it would rest up against her clit but not inside her hot dripping cunt. I rubbed both butt cheeks continuing to tease her ass and cunt and bending forward grabbed one of her tits in my hand. "now my Fuck Meat what do you want. 

Her breathing was very shallow I could tell she was so close to orgasm that it would take just pushing my dick inside her to take her over the edge. Her voice was ragged "I want to Shave for you, and drink your cum... and..." 

When she paused I stopped rubbing her ass. After a few seconds I raised one in the air, that was all it took. "Oh god Please fuck me! Fuck me any way you want, fuck my ass Sir! Please oh please just fuck me Master let me cum!"

It was tempting, very tempting but instead I leaned over her body taking both her tits in my hands I stood her up and whispered in her ear. "I will fuck you and make you come when you have earned it. Right now you are being punished." She whimpered in my embrace, "now lie down on your back I see no reason I should not get off" 

I fished some massage oil out of the end table and straddled her torso. Pouring some on the head of my cock I looked her in the eye, "first chance to earn you fucking slave jerk me off." 

She stared at first but then grabbed my dick and started stroking it she used her other hand to spread the oil on her tits and slowly began to use them to trap and stroke my member. It felt like heaven I smiled and watched as the head grew red and swollen and then I blew my load, the first thick rope landing on Bri's face the next hit and down her chin the rest was spread about her tits. She lay there for a moment as if she were done but then remembered what she had said. Slowly she scooped up my jism with her fingers and licking them off swallowed my load one finger full at a time. 

I stood up and looked at her. "Well Fuck Meat we have a few days, if you want to continue this go clean off my dick and then shower and clean up that cunt. No didling yourself in the shower either, you cum when I say you cum."

She grinned, got on her knees and sucked my cock into her mouth. After licking it off she stood and walked upstairs and into the shower.

It was going to a long weekend alright, a long and interesting weekend. 



Spanking Bri Ch. 02



Bri went upstairs and I heard the shower start. She had gone to the guest bath and I knew there was no razor or shaving gear in that cabinet. Smiling to myself I quietly grabbed some duct tape from the junk drawer in the kitchen and walked into the master bedroom and waited in the dark could still hear the shower running and then the glass door open as she started shuffling through the drawers and linen closet. The sounds became more and more frenzied and finally I heard the water turn off. 

I saw her through my door way, wrapped in a towel peering down the hall way to the living room where I had left the TV running. She began to walk toward my room while looking furtively down the hall. As she wasn't looking for me she didn't even notice me standing in the shadow of the door as she entered and headed toward the master bath. As I flipped in the light she yelped and spun dropping her towel to the floor. 

Temporarily forgetting the game she exclaimed "God! You scared the hell out of me!" and bent over to gather up the towel.

"Master or Sir will do fine Fuck Meat, I do not need to be called god." As I said these words she froze without standing she looked up at me and then slowly dropped to her knees. I stood with my arms crossed tapping my foot and after a few moments of silence I asked, "have you attended to the instructions you were given?" She cast her eyes down and shook her head. I took a quick step forward, "I expect an answer from my slave!"

Tears started welling up in her eyes as she answered, "I'm sorry master, I'm so sorry! I haven't shaved like you asked but there was no razor in the shower or the cabinet I was trying" I actually had a pause when I saw the tears but I was surprised to find how much having her on her knees blubbering like this turned me on. 

In a loud voice I interrupted her and said "Enough! I don't want to hear why you failed in your instructions. Stand up." Slowly she got to her feet peering at me from beneath her wet bangs with her dramatic blue eyes. Grabbing her shoulders I turned her around, "now put your arms behind your back and grab your wrist." 

When she complied I wrapped around her two intertwined wrist with the tape I had grabbed. Then placing my hands on her shoulders I gently walked her around the side of the bed and sat her down. I pushed her gently so that she would lie down across the queen size mattress with her ass resting on the towels I had already placed there. "If you want something done right it's best to do it yourself." I quipped as I bound her ankles to the bed posts spread wide giving full access to her juicy cunt. 

Her head was resting just at the far edge of the bed so she had to lift it to look at me. As she strained to do so I took a couple of pictures of her fully displayed. "We should of course have before and after shots." I walked into the bathroom and ran some hot water, picking up my brush and cup I began to whip up a lather of soap. 

The sound must have reminded her that I shave with a straight razor as I heard a frightened voice, Master.. I .. Uh are you going to ... Master I am scared."

I walked out with the cup and brush and sat down on the bed between her legs, "My dear slave, you have nothing to fear. I certainly would not use one of my razors on you as I do not have training in shaving someone other than myself with the straights." I began brushing the warm soap lather on to her crotch, "Now I believe we are going to have a lot of fun this weekend, and I have given you some strict rules. But there is another rule, if you ever want to stop, you simply say 'protazoa' and everything stops. Now be careful with this, as once it stops, it is over. Done. No more Fuck meat, no more master."

She was very quiet, I looked up and she had a puzzled look on her face. "may I ask a question master?" I nodded and she continued, "why does it all have to stop if I use the word, I mean I," she shivered as the brush ran across the hood of her clit, "huhhh.. enjoy what you are making me feel. Why would it stop?"

As she was quite well lathered I set the cup and brush aside and picked up a safety razor. I leaned in and began to denude her crotch as I spoke, "Once you use the word I am no longer in complete power and authority, you have stopped the game." She tensed at first, but then as I continued to remove the hair closer and closer to her slit she closed her eyes and slowly relaxed, trusting my hands.

I could see her wetness trickling down across her rosebud and onto the towels beneath her ass. I was almost done shaving her and she was doing everything she could to keep from moving as I used my hand to flatten the skin of her outer lips while the razor did its job. Her breathing had become shallow and quick as I cleared the last bit of hair from above her button. At almost a whisper I said, "you can cum now," and that was all it took.

The lips of her cunt opened like a flower at dawn and the sweet nectar of her orgasm flowed slowly out. Her body quivered once, twice and then she opened her mouth and released a mono-syllabic tone as her orgasm took her and possessed her. Her hips slowly rocked as if she were milking the last drops out of a phantom cock. Then she completely relaxed there on the bed. Her head hung back over the edge her mouth open in a smile of ecstasy. 

Reaching into a drawer beside the bed I grabbed one of the vibes my wife and I play with and switched it on to full. She gasped as I lay it on her newly shorn furrow and then laid her head back again and moaned long and deep. Slowly I teased her outer folds then it by bit fed it into her hungry pussy. I stood and switched my phone to video and watched for a good two minutes as her hips rose and fell trying to hump the vibrating toy buried deep inside her. 

She was clearly enjoying herself and I needed some release. I walked to the far side of the bed and put the tip of my cock against her lips. That was all she needed and she sucked me deep inside her mouth. I bent over the bed and as she sucked began slowly fucking her face. Each stroke took my 7 inch dick a little further and I nearly lost it when I felt the breath from her nose hot on my balls. 

Slowly and gloriously I fucked her throat and she started to try and moan as the vibe I had shoved up her cunt began to take her over the top. I kept my hips pushed forward as I lay over her body and bit into her belly just above her navel. 

That was all it took she began to cum like a freight train and as she did I shot my load down her waiting throat. I couldn't hardly buck my hips and thrust I came so hard. Slowly I pulled my softening dick out of her mouth lying on top of her. I reached up and removed the vibe from her snatch and turned it off. It was then I felt her licking my balls and she said quietly , "I am never using that damned word."



Spanking Bri Ch. 03



The next morning I slept in, I had sent Bri to sleep in the guest room telling her she did not have the privilege of sleeping in her master's bed or presence. As I showered and started to stumble toward the kitchen I began to wonder if she would still be into whatever we started last night when she woke. As I was about to pass the door to the room she was sleeping in I noticed it was open and looked inside. She was lying naked and only her upper torso under the sheet. She was on her side and her legs and ass were near the side of the bed. I had a clear view of her pussy, and as I looked I realized I had not even indulged in fucking that hole. 

I thought to myself, "What the hell, She is either going to keep being my toy or she isn't, if not I am already FUBAR." I shucked my PJ pants and my quickly hardening prick led the way to the bed. I placed my hand on her ass cheek and slowly caressed it moving to her exposed slit, as my fingers moved to open up her cunt she began to moan softly. Pushing in one finger then two I began gently finger fucking her and she gradually began to wake up. She looked bleary eyed over her shoulder and started as she saw me, "Darren! What the F.." She was cut off suddenly as I pulled my fingers out of her snatch and slapped her ass leaving hard a bright red hand print.

Her wild eyes calmed as she fully awoke and remembered the previous night. As I returned my fingers to toying with her pussy she bowed her head and moaned. "I, I'm Sorry Master. I didn't.. I mean, I .." She had begun rocking her hips in rhythm to my fingering.

I smiled as she reassumed her roll from the night before. "It's alright my little slut; I forgive you as you weren't quite awake. Now I need to take care of this case of morning wood." I could feel her pussy pulsate and I knew she was close. Withdrawing my fingers I Pulled her hips toward me, she ended up on her hands and knees facing away from me and I pushed my hard cock into her hungry hole. Being Primed as she was she started to come as soon as I started to pound her from behind. I can't say that she was supper tight but then this was the first new cunt my dick had seen in 21 years. She felt good and after last night's activity I was going to last a while. 

I began to take long hard strokes, slowly withdrawing my dick and ramming it hard its full length back into her, my hands pulling her hips toward me as I thrusted. I growled out at her, "Beg for it Slut!" as she began to buck harder and harder another orgasm about to take her. 

She didn't need any other encouragement, "God yes, please fuck me Master! Please keep fucking your piece of meat! Master fuck me, fuck me so hard I can't hardly walk. I'm your slut, Oh god, Oh holy shit just fuck my sloppy cunt.. Please!" the last 'please' trailed off into a primal howl as her pussy clamped down on my dick her head raised and her back flexed as she tried to take me even deeper into her womb. The sensation took over her body and shut out all else. I stood there allowing myself to be immersed in the sensation of her cunt convulsing around my cock, holding her hips tight to my groin 

She relaxed after a few minutes and I began to piston in and out of her again. She quickly adopted her movements to my own keeping up a low chant of "Yes, please, god, yes fuck me" again and again. Her shoulders sagged and she sank down holding the pillow under her head. As I increased the tempo again she lost the rhythm and my cock came free of her cunt. As I threw my hips forward once more she yelped and came back up to arms length holding herself stock still. Startled I stopped in my motion and looking down I was treated to the view of my dick planted 4 out of 7 inches up her ass. Her breath was in shallow gasps. I knew the unexpected intrusion must have hurt a bit but, damn, her ass was as tight as anything I could remember. 

Slowly I pulled her hips towards me until my full length was buried in her colon. I kept my dick in place and groped around for her massive tits. A plan had begun to form in my head "Soon my little slut I will shoot my load in this ass." I stopped and grabbed her hair pulling her back and whispering into her ear, "and you are going to make it happen slut." 

I released her hair and pushed her forward off my dick. Placing my hand on her hip and pushing a bit I rolled her over to her back and pushed her legs apart. Climbing up onto the bed I mounted her missionary and began to fuck in earnest. I was ready to shoot a load into this little bitch and make her love it. 

As I began pounding her as hard and fast as I could she wrapped her legs around my waist. Closing her eyes she began to beg again, "Come in me, please come I want to feel you come oh please come inside your little whore, fuck me please." As she said this she tried to wrap her arms around my shoulders. I was having none of this and pinned her hands down to the bed next to her head. As I pumped my hips something more primal came over me and I moved my right hand first to her shoulder and then placed both my hands around her neck my thumbs interlacing across her throat. 

Her eyes flew open in a look of alarm and fear, but she kept up a litany, "Please, please fuck me." Again and again as I gently but firmly tightened my grip. Her voice was just a horse whisper as I constricted her air way when I began to shoot my load into her waiting cunt. As I erupted I felt her body tense and convulse. Her pussy gripped and held me deep inside her milking every last explosion of cream out of my engorged cock. 

I released my grip on her neck and grabbed the sheets trying to push even harder and further inside of her. I could feel her fingernails on my lower back as she strained with me. We stay like that for some minutes enjoying the aftermath of such a volcanic orgasm. Finally I pulled out of her and stood on wobbly legs beside the bed. Grabbing the back of her head I made her face my still hard dick and she opened her mouth and began to suck it clean. 

After she was done, I allowed her to flop back on the bed. She lay there with a lazy smile on her face idly playing with her nipples. I realized I was still hungry, "Go fix me breakfast and coffee Fuck Meat Then you can go take care of your day. I'll expect you back here by 2:00 PM sharp. Don't be late my little slut."

I walked back to my room and started a second shower. This was turning out to be one heck of a holiday.



Spanking Clause



Sarah was sitting in her apartment, bored out of her mind. She had been trying to find herself some work for the better part of 4 months, with little success. As she scanned the papers, she saw a help wanted add for a holiday display at the mall. The add was for a helper elf, and promised some good pay, for the time worked. It wasn't much, but at least she would have some money coming in. She called the number, and was asked some basic questions, then told to come to the mall, to be outfitted with her costume.

Sarah went to the mall office, and was met by the display manager. "The job is for a Helper Elf, dear. Your job is going to be to help make the kids laugh for their pictures, as well as setup and cleanup after hours. It isn't going to be easy work, we've had 10 girls already quit the job without reason, but we do need the position filled." So saying, the manager passed Sarah 5 pairs of green tights and a green one piece skating dress and a green elf hat. "This is your uniform. You won't need anything beside this, as it may show thru the outfit. You also get one hour for lunch. Good luck missy."

Sarah was expecting a little more, but it seemed the need was great, so she went to a changing room, stripped out of her street clothes, and got into her outfit. The tights were a bit unusual to her, but then, most elves clothing was. She slipped on the skating dress, and zipped up the back, then donned the hat. "Well, at least it is money" she kept repeating to herself.

Sarah walked out to the Santa display, and introduced herself to the other workers, then got busy making sure some stuffed animals and other distractions were ready to go. She knew sometimes kids could be difficult to get pictures from, but she was going to try. The first day wasn't that bad, however, and Sarah often found herself daydreaming, as the customer load wasn't so bad. Finally, the mall announced closing time, and the manager and the staff came together for the after hours meeting.

"We didn't do too badly, today. The week of thanksgiving, at least before the holiday, isn't too difficult. It is usually black Friday that gets to be dangerous. Anyhow, let's clean up here, and then we can call it a night." 

Sarah helped the rest of the workers clean, and then had an idea. She walked over to the man playing Santa, and asked if she could sit on Santa's lap for a min, and make a wish list for Santa herself. The man gave a jolly laugh and said of course, but not till everyone else had left the mall. Sarah grinned to herself, and made sure to clean up as fast as she could. 

As everyone else left, Sarah sat on Santa's lap, and said "I've been a naughty elf. At least, I think I have. How does a naughty elf get to be a good elf again?"

"Like this, you naughty elf." So saying, Santa picked up Sarah and pulled her over his lap, bottom up. He reached down and flipped the short skirt up, exposing her panty covered bottom, and began to rain down swat after swat on Sarah's ass. 

Sarah yelped and squirmed at each swat, and before long, she was sobbing. Sarah was thinking of something entirely different happening to her that night, but Santa obviously had other ideas. 

"OWWW, OUCH, Stop, OHH, OOWWWW, PLEASE!!" Sarah yelped and squirmed, each swat making her bottom hurt more and more, and making Santa laugh with delight. Then, Sarah felt something changing. Her body was becoming plastic. She tried screaming in fright, but all that came out were the pained yelps she had been making before. Then, the world went dark.

The next morning, the store manager came in, and saw a new display up, a naughty elf being spanked by none other than Santa. He knew it probably would have to come down, but then the idea came to him, to make a sign and put it out front. So he made a sign which read "Naughty elves beware, the spanking clause is in effect till New Years." Sarah, meanwhile could only wiggle and squirm inside her plastic shell, as the mechanical Santa continued spanking her ass, which she felt, despite everyone else only seeing plastic. 



Spanking Court of Amanda and Doug



She stood quivering in the court. The long dark hairs of her innocent face sparkling with the chink of light bathing the defendants' dock.

Guilty or not guilty?

She was guilty, of course. The blameless persona was a front; much like the cute puppy cheekily hoping that their owner would not attribute culpability to them for the messy house. She tried to look just as guiltless as the errant dog.

She had tried with her subtle signs: a white stain-free T-Shirt to symbolise virginity. The demure expression as the judges stared down their noses at her, oozed sincerity as her hands were restrained to the wooden lectern with heavy handcuffs.

She looked sexy as hell; the swell of her unfettered breasts as she stood stoutly in the box was hot. The nipples standing alert as her rights were read out to her was filthily erotic.

But everything about the Spanking Court was. My wife was charged with an offence in the small village and there was a 99% chance she would be punished for her abhorrent indiscretion. This was our justice.

She forced a smile; she always did. I knew her pussy would be tingling and throbbing at the expectation, staring at Judge Douglas as the charges were laid in front of her.

She was accused of leading young men astray. And she was a repeat offender. The prosecutor read from his dog-eared paper: his voice booming around the converted barn as my wife suppressed her smiles at the evidence. Her cunt would be streaming, her eyes glowing with pride as account after account of debauched encounters were read.

This was not slander. This was not besmirching my wife's good name, as she was a trollop. All of the ladies in the village were: consumed by their insatiable lust caused by an elvish spell cast upon them. It was uncontrollable; the heat in their gussets rose with the merest inkling of sordid games and my wife was the worst of the lot.

A party: a drunken dozen men celebrating the harvest was the crime scene. Her holes were the weapon; their cocks the accessory to the crime. The muscular men posed little chance against her charms as she entertained their desires and impaled herself on their lust, not stopping until she was fully sated.

But they knew, and as the first man – the first son of the resident judges – took to the stand, her eyes glistened. He recalled the incident; the village booed and hissed and my wife lapped up the steamy account.

Blowjobs ... pounding ... kissing ... licking ... thrusting ... engorged. My wife was writhing, desperate to unshackle her wrists and plunge her finger into her tingling cunt. She groaned, twisting in the dock, and displaying her bottomless state to the villagers. She was always bottomless; easier access to her sweetness when she wanted to be touched. And right then, she wanted to be touched, mauled, and taken. Ravished in court, rammed like the desperate slut she was.

But the judges knew that; they waited until the eleventh man of that sinful dozen had given evidence against her when they found her guilty, doubling the sentence because of her plea of innocence. She smiled at the prospect, her floaty white cotton translucent as the two judges conferred.

"Fifty spanks with the paddle," Judge Amanda demanded; the long wig hiding her fair hair as she strode elegantly towards the back of my restrained wife. She looked scared momentarily: a flash of hesitancy in her eyes, a drip of anxious sweat on her brow. She was always like that before any punishment, anticipation dominating her reactions.

The court office passed her the paddle; the red velvet worn to a shiny black where it had made repeated assaults on errant ladies.

The villagers were silent, watching with rapt attention, entranced by my wife's punishment.

She closed her eyes, as the Judge brought the paddle hard against her soft rump. Her body was propelled forward, her breasts heaving over the chains as she cried out loudly, profaning to the court.

"Please, no!" She squealed. "I won't do it again!" This was a lie, and it was ignored as the paddle slapped her buttocks again.

"Oh ... please!"

But the judge was merciless, the sounds of her desperate begging and nasal cries reverberated around the courthouse as my wife struggled with her restraints.

"As her husband, you should control her," the judge demanded of me, glancing as my wife approached her tenth spank. But why would I want to do that? I was the twelfth man that night, and I was the man who tipped off the sheriff anonymously.

That night, she was great fun.

As was watching her getting the spanking she deserved and loved so very much.



Spanking Cylinda



"Hello. Uncle George?" replied the small female voice on my telephone after I picked it up and answered it. I immediately recognized my caller's voice, and smiled at the thought of her, and her reason for calling. 

"This is Cylinda," she continued. I already knew that, but I let her tell me, because I knew what was going to come next, and what my response to it would be. 

"Uncle George, I've been very naughty."

That was my cue. "You have?" I shouted at her in mock anger. "Do you remember what I told you about the spanking I was going to give you the next time you were naughty?"

"Yes Sir." 

Well, that's exactly what I'm going to do, young lady. You stay where you are, and I'm coming over there and blistering your rear end. You stay there; you hear me?"

"Yes, Uncle George. I'll be here." 

I knew she would, because she loves the way I spank her, and I love it too, and we both love what we do after we finish with her punishment. I didn't have anything better to do, or at least I couldn't think of anything I wanted to do more than to spank Cylinda, so I got into my truck and drove over to her apartment. 

I rang the bell at the front door, identified myself when asked, and was granted entrance. Getting in character to punish my naughty "niece", I strode up the stairs and down the hall to her apartment. I knew that, after letting me in the front entrance, Cylinda had unlocked her door, and would be waiting for me just inside. Angrily, I jerked it open and barged into the small foyer to confront her. 

As expected, she was waiting for me, her curly, light brown hair in braids down to her shoulders. She was wearing a short plaid skirt and a white blouse, and the rest of her schoolgirl uniform, the saddle shoes and bobby sox had been removed, so she was barefoot. Because they would her look too mature, she had left her eyeglasses off. Although 35 years old, Cylinda was dressed like a 12 year old Catholic school girl, and was affecting a contrite posture, with her head bowed and her pretty blue eyes looking at the floor. It would do her no good. Nothing would save her from the spanking she so richly deserved, and so badly wanted. 

As soon as I had locked the door behind me, I bawled out Cylinda for the imaginary naughty thing she had done. All during my tirade, she stood abjectly in front of me, her legs close together, shifting from one foot to the other. An observer might have thought she was frightened, or that she was dreading her punishment, but I knew better. 

When I finished with her scolding, it was time for the more serious punishment. I reached out and grabbed her arm. "You come with me, young lady. You are about to get the spanking you deserve." 

I walked down the hall holding her arm in my hand. Cylinda didn't complain or beg for mercy, but went with me, holding her other hand against her crotch. I knew why, but didn't say anything. Once in her bedroom, I sat down on the sturdy wooden chair that she had conveniently placed next to the foot of her bed. I took off my shirt, so it wouldn't bind my spanking arm, and I would be able to swat her even harder, and crossed my right leg over my left. 

"Alright, young lady. You get across my knee right now, or you'll get it even worse." 

Cylinda was standing beside me, her hand still pressed against her crotch. She looked down at the floor, even more contritely, while raising her sweet, angelic eyes to help her plead with me. "Please don't spank me Uncle George. I'll be good. I won't do it anymore" 

"You'd better be good, from now on. But the longer you take to do what I tell you, the harder I'm going to spank you. Maybe you'd rather I bent you over the back of this chair and whipped your bare behind with my belt. Is that what you want?" 

"Please don't whip me with your belt, Uncle George. I'll do what you say." 

Cylinda put her legs tightly together and moved the hand that was at her crotch. A faint humming started, which I ignored. After that, she bent from the waist, so her upper body was over my crossed leg. Putting my left arm over her shoulders and my right arm on her thighs just below her ass, I pulled her down over my leg and knee. When she was in the position where I wanted her, Cylinda was bent at the waist over my right thigh, with her legs pressed together and her face aimed at the floor. Holding her firmly in that position with the arm that was over her shoulders, I raised her skirt out of the way and smoothed it across her back with my other hand. 

Cylinda was wearing plain, white cotton panties, in keeping with her pretended age. I smiled at the sight, and at the way her delightfully plump ass filled them out. She is not a small woman, being five feet, four inches tall and weighing 130 pounds with curves, the kind a real woman is supposed to have, even though she was pretending to be a child. After making sure Cylinda's skirt was out of the way, I stuck my hand inside the waistband of the panties and worked them around her hips so I could pull them down to her knees. Her ass looked even better without them, just as curvy and a creamy white. In minutes, it would be completely covered with red blotches but, until then, I would admire its pristine beauty. 

I brought my right hand back, and swung it forward, but just patted her ass lightly. It was fun for me, because her ass is very pattable, with smooth, soft skin. It wasn't much fun for Cylinda, but she wanted to stay in character, and couldn't complain. 

She couldn't complain about the next one either, because I drew my arm back again and this time, I swung it as hard as I could. "Whap!" went the palm of my hand on Cylinda's delightful ass, and she yelped in pain. Up until then, we had been play-acting, but there was nothing pretended about that first whack. It really hurt "my niece", and her right buttock quickly developed a bright red blotch to prove it. 

Besides starting to paint her ass red, the force of my blow drove Cylinda's body forward, but my other arm kept her from falling, and pushed her back into place. This action evoked a soft murmur of pleasure, and I could smell her pussy juices and feel them start to drip onto my leg. I was wearing cotton pants for easy laundering and I knew that, by the time the spanking was through, the leg would be soaked with those delectable juices. I could still hear the soft humming, but I stayed in character and ignored it, as I disregarded the delightful aroma of her juices. 

Cylinda certainly didn't ignore the humming, at least not what the cause of it was doing for her. I smacked her curvaceous ass again, just as hard as the first time, and putting a matching blotch on her other cheek. Not only was I inflicting pain, which evolved immediately into pleasure for her, my swats were jolting the source of the noise. It was a vibrator, one that she had completely imbedded in her pussy, and my hand drove the pleasure bumps against her sweet spots. With every slap across her ass, the clit spur raked across the sweetest of those sweet spots, so she was getting pleasure from multiple sources. 

Even so, Cylinda stayed in character. "Ow!" she cried, as my hand landed squarely between her ass cheeks, reddening them both. "Ow! Please, Uncle George, not so hard! I'll be a good girl. I promise. Ouch!" 

I was not deterred. "I warned you! I warned you what I would do if you were naughty; now take your punishment and be quiet. This hurts me more than it hurts you." That was a lie. I was having fun too, especially because I knew how much pleasure I was giving to her.

Over and over, my hand rained down on Cylinda's ass. I spanked her slowly, so that every blow would give her the maximum pain/pleasure, and so that every one would land as hard as I could make it. Sometimes my hand described a sweeping arc, swinging wide and whaling her on the outside of her right cheek. Sometimes I bent my elbow sharply so I could leave a bright red blotch on the left side of her ass. I would continue spanking Cylinda, heating up every square inch of her ass and turning it a uniform shade of bright red, until she told me to stop, using our pre-arranged signal, or until she climaxed. 

It was apparent the second event, the happier one, was getting closer. Cylinda was no longer begging me to end the spanking, because her mouth was too busy blissfully moaning and whimpering. She received intense pleasure from my hand, every time it crashed down on her ass, from the toy bouncing inside her pussy and vibrating, and from the spur raking her clit every time I swatted her. Although I firmly held her in place with my arm across her shoulders, her body thrashed on my leg, and even seemed to be at risk of falling off several times. 

Fortunately, that didn't happen. Abruptly, just after an unusually hard smack, Cylinda started cumming. The wildness of her movements across my legs intensified, and I leaned back and raised my leg slightly, helping to keep her from falling, and holding her legs together so the vibe wouldn't slip out. For as long as she continued cumming, I kept spanking her just as hard, and we didn't want anything else changing either. 

When she climaxed, Cylinda's back arched, and all her muscles clenched. At that point, the spanking was over, and I reached under her body to lift her, while I stood up in the same motion. She was completely at ease, even limp after her orgasm, and I would not have been able to carry her far, but the bed was near enough that I could simply place her on it. Anticipating what would be happening in her bedroom after my arrival, Cylinda had made the bed with only a clean fitted sheet, drawn tightly across the mattress, and I easily slid her relaxed and unresisting body into the middle, and turned her onto her back. The vibrator became dislodged, and slipped part of the way out, but that was alright, since my mouth and my cock would be bringing her to the rest of the orgasms she would have that day. 

Quickly removing my shoes and socks, I grabbed one of the two pillows and got on the bed, approaching Cylinda's feet. She saw me, smiled, and raised her body from the bed so I could slip the pillow under her bright red ass. Heat and pain were was still radiating out from where I had spanked her, but it was just as quickly turning into pleasure, which would be added to the delightful things that I would be giving her. With the pillow in place, her pussy would be raised to the perfect height for eating.  

Knowing what I was about to do, Cylinda raised her legs high, and I ducked under them so she could rest them on my shoulders. I saw the vibrator had slipped out even more during the moving around, so I gently removed it, turned it off and set it aside. It was covered with Cylinda's pussy juices, and they would be going to waste, but there were plenty more, and fresher, waiting for me in the place where those had come from. More of her nectar had spattered on her thighs and crotch, and I leaned forward and licked all of it off. Her juices were delicious, as I had known they would be, and I also knew that she would produce much more in a few minutes. 

Believing Cylinda might need a minute or so more to recover from the great orgasm that she had gotten from the combination of my spanking and her vibrator, I delayed doing any more than that. Instead, I gazed raptly at the beautiful pussy that would soon be pleasing my tongue and lips as it was then pleasing my eyes. 

Cylinda likes to shave herself there, believing the lack of hair makes her more sensitive, besides making her more alluring. I can't say for sure, but I know her pussy is extremely sensitive, and one of the most beautiful I have ever seen. Her skin all over her body is quite fair, and this is especially true of her pussy, which is a soft, creamy white. In sharp contrast were her swollen, dark pink pussy lips, which had pushed their way through her slit. At the junction of those lips was her clit, which had gone back into hiding after her orgasm but would, I was sure, soon be visible again. 

The scent of her pussy is even more enticing than its appearance, and I breathed the heavenly aroma in deeply. Wanting to be delighted even more, I gently spread apart her lips and looked into the lovely pink hole that was the source of that divine fragrance. A wonderful cloud arose to please my nostrils. Besides enjoying her scent, I gazed at the additional beauty that I had disclosed. She was somewhat distended still, from having been stuffed with the vibrator, but still beautiful. The color was a lighter pink that that of the surrounding lips, and gleamed wetly with the juices that were still bubbling out. 

When I looked again at Cylinda's face, she smiled at me, and I saw she had just finished unbuttoning her school uniform blouse. When she opened it, her luscious breasts spilled out, for there was no bra to interfere with their freedom. Our role-playing had ended, and Cylinda was no longer a naughty 12 year old girl getting spanked. With the opening of her blouse, she became a sexy woman who was about to have her pussy eaten. And I was the one who would have the tremendous pleasure of eating it. Grinning happily, I lowered my head again to start doing what we both wanted so much for me to do. 

What I wanted to do first was to lick off the fresh juices that I had just seen trickling out of her. I had devoured everything available earlier, but Cylinda was still producing more nectar. After savoring it, my tongue started on one of her smooth, sensitive outer lips, meandering slowly until it reached her mons. That lip was one of the choicest places my mouth has ever been, but the other one was no less delectable. Once again, I caressed her with my lips and tongue, taking my time and enjoying ever second of it, as did Cylinda, until I once more reached her mons. She was moaning in pleasure again, and her pussy was squirming under my face. 

As I expected, there were fresh juices for me, and I devoured them greedily, before starting to lick between a pair of Cylinda's inner and outer pussy lips. I cocked my head slightly to the side to probe the flat of my tongue into the seam between the labia, and licked them both at once. Moving my tongue like a hummingbird, but covering the area extremely slowly, I licked all the way up to the end of Cylinda's inner lip, where it joins the other one to form her clit hood. That adorable love button, instead of hiding, had swollen so much that it had come into plain view. 

Wanting to extend the pleasure for a long period of time, and knowing that Cylinda would want the same thing, I avoided her clit, but I did stroke gently across the protective hood. My tongue caressing her so close to the sweetest of her sweet spots caused her pussy to start fucking up into my face and I smelled the delightful fragrance of more of Cylinda's nectar. When I brought my face back down to below her pink love hole, the first thing I did was to sluice it all into my mouth and savor the delicious taste. 

Before continuing, I raised my head to see the results of what I had been doing. Besides her pussy fucking against my face, Cylinda's body was writhing on the bed in front of me, and her head, with her eyes closed in bliss, was rolling back and forth on her pillow. I smiled, because I really love to see a woman having a great time, such as she was, when I eat her pussy. Her clit caught my interest again. It was swollen, and the entire thing was protruding from its protective hood. Satisfied that Cylinda was having at least as much fun as I was, I lowered my mouth to her pussy, and started licking her other pair of inner and outer labia. 

I treated this pair of pussy lips the same way, licking slowly until I reached her clit hood again. This time, when my tongue stroked her there, I delicately curled my tongue it to gently fondle the adorable morsel that was trying, unsuccessfully, to hide under it. The result was what I would have predicted. The lovely Cylinda whimpered from the exquisite pleasure of my tongue against the sweetest of her sweet spots, and I could smell more fresh juices from her pussy. Eager to feast on them, I brought my tongue back below her dripping love hole again. 

These were just as delicious as the others had been and, after licking them all up, I started probing my tongue into the bottom edge of the delectable pink hole that had produced them. As I did, droplets of her juices flicked out, landing on my tongue, and I relished their flavor too. Always taking my time, never in any hurry, I started moving my face up and around that same lovely orifice. As I did, my tongue probed the hole itself and explored under Cylinda's inner lip. 

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she whimpered, in time with her pussy thrusting against my face. Cylinda was close to cumming, but I wanted to hold off for a few minutes, letting her level of pleasure build up even higher. 

I started moving my tongue up both sides of the adorable place that was producing the nectar. As it switched back and forth between the sides, it dipped into the bubbling cauldron to taste the juices, always finding them to be delicious. When I reached the top of the precious hole, I noted Cylinda's thigh muscles had rotated slightly outward, presenting her pussy even better to me. The time had arrived for her to cum. 

Without doubt, Cylinda thought so. Her whole body was churning up the bed, and she was begging me to suck her clit. Since that was exactly what I wanted to do, I moved up slightly and engulfed the delightful love button in my mouth and started to suck. My lips formed a seal at its base, and my tongue caressed the swollen sides and top. I sucked and licked for a few minutes, before Cylinda started cumming. 

"Oh!" she cried out. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she repeated herself. 

While she wrapped her thighs around my temples and squeezed, Cylinda's hands went to the back of my head, jamming my face into her pussy, which she kept thrusting up at me. Holding my head a very happy prisoner, her legs swung from side to side, as her ass bounced up and down and rocked from side to side. I hung on, immensely enjoying the wild ride for some of the most pleasurable minutes of my life. 

"Ah!" she cried out, joyously, when she climaxed. Her back arched as all her muscles convulsed, and Cylinda drove her pussy into my face for a final and climactic time. After her orgasm, she completely relaxed, seeming to flow into a puddle on top of the bed. Her arms flopped out at her side and her legs released their grip on my head, but remained draped over my shoulders. Eagerly, I devoured all the nectar that had spattered onto Cylinda's thighs, belly, crotch and pussy lips but, although it was a sacrifice, I left what was inside the pink hole that had produced the delicious juices. We would both want to fuck, and it would be needed for lubrication. When my feasting was done, I crawled out from under her legs and got off the bed to go to the bathroom. 

Looking into the mirror, I used my index fingers to wipe off the pussy juices that I hadn't been able to reach with my tongue, and licked them off when I had them all. On my return to the bedroom, Cylinda was still lying on her back, with her eyes closed and a smile on her face. As I walked back to the bed, she opened her eyes and her smile grew wider. 

"That was wonderful, George," she told me. Our role playing had ended for that day, and she had dropped the fictitious title. 

"What do you mean 'was'? I hope you don't think we're through for the day." As I spoke, I took a condom out of my pocket and showed it to her. 

The smile on her face, that got bigger and more lascivious, showed me what Cylinda thought. "I certainly hope we're not through for the day either." As she rolled to her side, she winced. 

"George, that spanking you gave me was great. I'll be sore for a week. It might present a problem, though, if I'm lying on my back." 




Spanking Denise



It had been a very long, very hard day at the hospital. I was tired, hungry and ready for a cold beer. I walked into the apartment, shouting "Denise, I'm home." I got a muffled reply from the bathroom. I went to the other bathroom, took a piss, and got into the shower. After scrubbing myself thoroughly, I went into our bedroom and put on my terrycloth robe. I walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. No beer to be seen. About that time, Denise appeared at the door, looking contrite. She was wearing a short pink teddy bear nightie and my favorite g-string panties.

"I've been a very bad girl today," she said in a small voice.

"What do you mean?" I said with a sigh.

"I mean, I didn't get you any beer, and I forgot to put gas in the car like you told me to." She lowered her eyes and pushed her dark blond hair behind her ear.

I had been looking forward to that beer. I had purposely not gone to the store on my way home because I thought there would be a beer waiting for me when I got home.

"Dammit, Denise!" I said, exasperated with her. "Come over here!"

Now Denise is a very, very nice-looking woman. She has straight dark blond hair that cascades over her shoulders, beautiful firm breasts and an ass to die for. Top that off with warm brown, almond-shaped eyes and a full sensuous mouth and you what you get is the total package. But right now, this very minute, I wasn't considering her beauty. I wanted a beer, and she hadn't gotten any today, and I was pissed.

"So now, if I want a beer, I'll have to go out and get some," I said.

"Don't do that! I've got some of that merlot you like. And I made you stir fry like you like. Please don't go out again. We'll make do." She smiled her prettiest, little girl smile and I was touched—a little.

"Okay," I said reluctantly, "but you're not out of the woods yet."

"What do you mean?" she asked a little hesitantly.

"I mean, I'm still going to punish you tonight," I said.

"Oh," she said, her lower lip trembling. "Well, we'd better eat before it gets cold."

Dinner was good. And Denise smelled great and she kept brushing her titties against me as she served me. "What's that perfume you're wearing?" I asked.

She chuckled a little and said, "It's called 'Justifiable Rape'. Do you like it?"

"Yeah, it's all right," I said, not giving an inch to my beautiful yet slightly airheaded wife. I loved that woman, but sometimes a man wants a beer, not wine.

Even so, the food was good, and the wine was good, and by the end of the meal, I was a little more mellow. A little more.

We watched TV for a while, and then I said, "Let's go to bed." Denise, who'd been lounging around prettily all evening in that nightie jumped up and said, "Okay." She headed toward the bedroom.

With the rest of the house dark, I headed for the bedroom and sat on the bed. Denise came from the bathroom and stood in the door. She started for the bed but I said, "Hold on. Not so fast, young lady."

She stopped and put her fingers up to her mouth, exactly like a child would do and said, "What?"

"I mean," I said, "you still have to be punished."

"I had hoped you'd forgotten," Denise said. 

I could see her eyes welling with tears, but I remained firm. "I told you to get me some beer, and to fill the car with gas, and, according to you, you didn't do either one. Now what do you think your punishment should be?"

Denise gave a heavy sigh and mumbled, "I suppose that I shall have to be spanked."

"That's right," I said, "and the best time is always the present. Come over here and get over my lap."

She was trembling slightly when she approached. I caught a whiff of her perfume. It was intoxicating. Even more intoxicating was the womanly scent of her. She started to lie down over my lap but I said, "Take your panties down." Hooking her thumbs into the flimsy strings at her side, she pulled down her almost-nonexistent underwear. Then she lay down over my lap.

My Denise was beautiful and dark-haired and kittenish in a wanton way, and I could never get enough of her sweet body. Her pussy was sweet and clean, her skin was flawless, her butt was perfectly shaped, her breasts big and pretty, and Denise had the sweetest, most beautiful asshole I had ever seen.

"Now, for not getting me any beer and not filling the car with gas, you're going to get a spanking, young lady!" I said. Denise whimpered a little, but did not move. I briefly caressed her ass, probing her anus with my finger, then slipped down to her pussy, which was already dripping wet.

Cupping my hand carefully, I gave her butt a firm swat. "Ow!" she gasped. I swatted again and again on her pert behind while Denise moaned and squirmed. My robe came loose as I spanked her and soon her warm belly and slightly scratchy pubic hair were rubbing against my erect cock.

I spanked her firmly, making it sting, and Denise soon began begging and pleading. She yelped and whimpered and squealed, struggling on my lap while I held her down. I dept on going until her butt was a nice pink and she was sobbing quietly from the mingled pain and pleasure. I again slipped my finger inside of her; he pussy was overflowing with juice.

"Have you had enough, young lady?" I asked sternly.

"Oh yes sir, yes sir! I've had enough!" 

I stopped and took her into my arms. Her cheeks were flushed and a little damp from tears. She lowered her eyes and looked up at me from under long eyelashes. Her lower lip trembled. "I'm sore now," she whispered.

"You are?" I asked.

"Yes, I am," she pouted. "You gave me a good spanking, sir. Will you make it feel better?"

"Why of course, my love. What can I do?"

With a small, shuddering sigh, Denise murmured, "You could rub it and kiss it a little."

"Would that make it better?" I asked.

"Yes sir."

I slipped off my robe while Denise got up on the bed. She took a pillow, hugged it close to her, and bent over, her glorious, freshly spanked ass fully exposed. My cock jerked a little. I positioned myself behind her and admired the view. I loved to look at Denise's asshole. It was small, pink and ringed with delicate fuzz. As a rule, Denise kept her self sweet and clean down there. She knew that I paid attention to her butt.

My cock rubbed a smear of pre-come on her thigh as I knelt behind Denise. I gently kissed one, then the other of the smooth pink globes of her ass. I covered her butt with kisses until I could restrain myself no longer. With a cry, I practically dove into her butthole, kissing and licking to my heart's content. I rimmed her thoroughly, then tongued her out. Denise responded by moaning and making little purring noises; she liked having her asshole licked.

I moved down to her pussy and kissed her ardently all over her mons. Ger pussy juices tasted sweet and musky.

"Oh baby that feel so good! Keep going! Now my clit! Oh yesss!" Denise cried. "Ahhh, yes! I'm going to come very soon now! Oooooh!" Denise screamed as her orgasms began coursing through her. I flicked her sweet little clitoris with my tongue as she shivered and bucked her way through climax after climax. Denise was very orgasmic after a good spanking.

Presently, she went a little limp, claiming that she could take no more. I stopped and positioned my cock at the opening of her pussy. She was so wet that I practically fell into her. I couldn't help it and moaned, as did she.

Slowly, with patience, I fucked her pussy, in and out. Rousing herself, she moved with me, twisting her ass this way and that on my cock, until I was sure I was going to spurt my come at any time. Her pussy felt like a warm liquid mouth. However, I did not want to come in her pussy. So, I increased my tempo, pummeling her for all I was worth. Her cries escalated, and soon she was crying out through another climax.

We rested momentarily. "Oh, baby, that felt so good," she gasped. You can come in my ass now, if you want to."

"You know I want to," I replied.

I reached down beside me and got the jar of special lubricant we used for anal sex. It was slick and felt warm to the touch. Both of us like it very much.

With Denise bent over in front of me, I carefully applied a generous amount of lube to her pink-brown butthole. Then I rubbed some on my cock.

Denise gave a little wiggle and said, "Hurry up lover! I want your big cock in my ass now."

I placed the engorged, purplish head of my cock on her butthole, and rubbed a little, to the accompaniment of little kittenish mews from Denise.

"Okay, push it in, but go slow," she said quietly.

I pushed gently on her asshole, watching fascinated as it slowly opened to swallow my cock. Denise was enjoying it. We have anal sex often after I spank her. I am always gentle with her. Centimeter by centimeter, I slipped into Denise's tight, dark channel. Soon, I was buried up to the hilt.

It felt so good, so naughty! Her bunghole was smooth, snug and warm, and soon Denise was moving her ass over my cock, fucking me. I gripped her hips lightly, moving my hands over her smooth thighs and around to her furry pussy. Denise took my hand and placed it on her mound, showing me where to rub her.

As I did, we both started groaning with pleasure. Sometimes I think Denise likes anal sex more than regular vaginal sex. She was moaning continuously, and I was too. I could feel the come boiling in my balls, ready to explode.

Denise's asshole was smoothly milking the come out of my cock. The lube made things very hot and good down there. I leaned back to watch my iron-hard dick sliding in and out.

"Are you going to give me your come, sir? I want it in my ass!" Denise said breathlessly. "I think I'm going to come again!"

The hot sex smell of our fucking wafted up to me. My cock gave another jerk, and suddenly I know that I was going to come, too.

With Denise and I both moaning loudly, we fucked together for our mutual orgasm. I leaned over her and got into her asshole close and tight. Denise used her sphincter muscles on my cock, milking the semen from my balls. I found her pussy again with my hand, and rubbed her clit gently.

Concentrating on our orgasms, Denise and I moved together as one. Nothing could have stopped us from coming now. As Denise's cries increased, so did mine. 

Finally, Denise shouted, "I'm coming again baby! Give me your hot come now!"

I could wait no longer. Consciously fucking slower, I enjoyed every nuance of feeling as the thick sperm traveled up the length of my straining cock and burst into Denise's clasping asshole. I could do nothing but go with the feeling. Spurt after spurt of thick, warm gism shot into Denise while we both quaked with our climaxes.

Finally, my cock was drained. Still, Denise moved her snug butthole over my cock, squeezing out every last drop of semen. "I want it all," she moaned.

I carefully disengaged from her, and collapsed on the bed. Denise snuggled up to me. As I drifted off to sleep, completely sated, I said, "Let that be a lesson to you, young lady."

"Yes, master," Denise said before she too fell asleep.

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Later that night, I got up to get a drink of water from the refrigerator. At the back of the shelf, behind some other groceries, was a six-pack of my favorite beer.



Spanking Dionne



Dionne MacPherson had always been known in her family as "the little princess". Being the youngest of three girls was the initial reason but the name really stuck as she became more of a prima donna, not being able to handle to the more demanding chores on the family farm. Being the only blonde child didn't help either. Both of Dionne's sisters were jealous that only Dionne had inherited their mother's blonde hair. However all three daughters had inherited their mother's larger than average derriere. They were teased as children about being able to survive harsh winters with the "reserves" in their generous behinds. Dionne liked her husband's name for it, a 'bubble butt'.

Dionne and Dan, her husband of three years, were visiting her parents on the family farm. Jim and Marie MacPherson's farm was a 90 minute drive from their city home and Dionne and Dan made monthly visits. It was on their most recent visit when Dan learned some interesting information about Dionne's childhood.

On this visit they were picking up some of Dionne's childhood effects as they were both working on a project for their church's youth group. They were collecting things from their childhood to show the youth group what interests they had when they were teens. After dinner Dionne's father, Jim, brought out a box from the basement and set it on the dining room table. It was filled with odds and ends left by each of the three girls when they had moved out as adults.

Dionne was rummaging through the box, setting aside 4H Club plaques and softball pennants. Dionne dug deeper and wrinkled her nose as she pulled out what appeared at first to be a ping pong paddle.

"Eeew Daddy, you didn't have to keep this around" she said as she dropped it back in the box.

"What's that hon?" asked Dan.

Dionne's father Jim smiled. "That was the little princess's special paddle, wasn't it Dionne?"

"Da-a-a-d!"

"Well this sounds interesting" said Dan.

"Daddy no!" Dionne said, shooting her father a sharp look.

"Oh, let him explain" said Marie, "it will help explain how you got your nickname."

"God, Mommy..."

"Language!" interrupted Jim.

"Sorry Dad" said Dionne. She caught Dan's eye and stuck out her tongue, knowing her father couldn't see.

Jim reached into the box and pulled out the paddle, handing it to Dan. What he had thought was a ping pong paddle was instead a six inch oval of stiff leather that tapered down to a five inch handle. A hole was punched through the handle and a loop of rawhide was tied through that. 

"Well Dan, I don't know how your parents handled things but out here when the girls got into trouble they could expect a good spanking with a wooden spoon or Marie's hairbrush. Now, the little princess here, the first time she got the wooden spoon she almost took the roof off with her caterwauling."

"Daddy, that's too much information" muttered Dionne while biting her lip.

"Anyway, our neighbour was a saddler and pretty good at making things. Marie and I had him make this from some scrap saddle leather and that's what our little princess could expect when she acted up. Dionne, remember the time we found you smoking behind the fuel tank..."

Marie interrupted, seeing how red Dionne's face was getting. "I think we're embarrassing our girl, Jim". Turning to Dan she said "I think all our girls have turned out just fine. Parents are so lax these days, I think more of them should rule with a firm hand if you know what I mean".

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Later that evening, driving back to their home in the city Dan smiled and asked "so what's the story about smoking by the fuel tank?"

"Oh that. It was just a stupid thing I did when I was a teen and man did I get it. I just wasn't thinking." She kicked off her shoes and tucked her legs under her, twisting a little to face him. "I had a cigarette that I had bummed from one of the girls in high school. I was at least smart enough to know not to smoke it in the barn. I went out into the yard and thought the best place to hide was behind the tank where we stored the gasoline for the trucks and other equipment. I didn't know that Daddy was working on the roof of the equipment shed and he saw the smoke rising behind the fuel tank. He came rushing over and caught me red-handed with the cigarette still going and the book of matches in my hand. There was no way I could lie my way out of that one and I got paddled like you wouldn't believe."

"Well at least you didn't get the hairbrush" said Dan with a smile. 

"Ugh, no way, I hated that. Anyway that was the last time I got the paddle". Dionne looked at the fields and farm buildings as they approached the highway to the city. Dan looked admiringly at her in the fading evening light. He thought she looked particularly sexy tonight in her tight jeans and with her bare feet tucked beneath her. 

They arrived at their home in the city and carried in the box of Dionne's mementos as well as the baking that Marie always packed for them. Dionne was in the kitchen unpacking the box when she spotted the paddle and held it out to Dan.

"Dan, WHAT THE HELL!?"

"Your Dad tossed it back in the box when you were getting your Mom's baking. I'm sure he was just joking but he said I might need it."

"Ha. Ha."

"And actually young lady, I think the correct response to your first comment is: Language!"

Dionne smiled and stuck out her tongue. "Yeah, there's no way I would talk like that around the farm. Well don't get any ideas, I'm an adult now. And this, can go in the garbage" she said holding out the paddle to Dan.

Dan took the paddle as he left the room and found himself thinking about his 'little princess'.

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Later that evening Dionne finished brushing her teeth and gave herself a last check in the mirror. Her blond hair looked just right, the slight waves purposely going off in different directions, giving it what her stylist called the 'just fucked' look. Her new lavender satin nightie ended just past her butt and she turned to better see her legs. She was pleased to see they were still toned and shapely, tapering down to slim ankles and bare feet with polished toenails. She couldn't help but notice that many other women with generous asses had them turn lumpy with cellulose as they turned thirty, but hers was still a 'bubble butt'.

She opened the door from the ensuite and was pleased to see Dan was still up, reading a book in bed. She was counting on some cuddling and attention over her new lingerie. If all went as planned she was hoping to get some oral pleasure from Dan. As she neared the bed she couldn't believe it. There, hanging from the bedpost by its rawhide string was the paddle. 

Dionne stopped in her tracks and put her hands on her hips. "Dan, this is NOT funny anymore!" 

Dan smiled "Gotcha!"

"I mean it, this isn't funny!" Dionne said, stomping her foot.

"Alright, alright, I'll get rid of it tomorrow, now come to bed. Is that new?"

"Mmmm-hmmm, do you like it" she asked as she held the hem and gave a turn on one foot.

"You look great and the colour is nice, too. I thought you were going to cut down on the spending though?"

"Well, you know, it's not easy being a princess". She grinned and slid into bed beside him.

Dan put his book away and reached out to hug her. "Hmm, certainly feels nice. How much was it?"

Dionne gave him a slow kiss on the lips and ran one hand down his chest, past his stomach and into his pyjama pants. She felt his growing erection and said "that's for me to know. Right now I've got something to show you." She took his hand and pulled it down past the hem of her nightie. "Do you know what I did for you?"

Dan could feel the smooth lips of her labia. Dionne had shaved her pussy for him. It was something that she didn't often do, complaining of the extra time it took and discomfort the hair caused when it grew back. Dan could feel the wetness that was starting to develop between her legs. Dan kissed her deeply and caressed her breasts through the slippery satin. He could feel her nipples harden as the satin slid over them. Dionne cooed and stretched out on the bed. She returned Dan's passionate kisses until he broke away to slowly work his way down towards her pussy. 

Dan pushed his hands beneath Dionne's generous cheeks and began to lick and probe her pussy. Dionne sighed and arched her back. She felt the warmth and wetness build in her pussy and as Dan began licking her clit she began to twitch. A guttural moan passed her lips as she glanced at the paddle hanging from the bed post. She reached up and ran her fingers over the cool leather surface. She thought back to the paddlings she had received as a teen and was surprised as her orgasm suddenly began to build. After only a few more strokes of Dan's tongue she had a furious orgasm, her hips bucking and her body twisting as she held onto the paddle's smooth surface.

Dan pulled his hands out from beneath her butt and slowly traced his fingers along her inner thighs. He looked up and was surprised to see Dionne holding the business end of the paddle, her eyes closed and her mouth open as she slowed her breathing down. "I think the little princess has some feelings about that paddle, don't you?"

Dionne opened her eyes and realized that she was still grasping the paddle's smooth, stiff leather surface. She began to blush and hoped that Dan would think it was from her orgasm. "I, ah.... oh, wow, God Dan that was great" she said as she let go of the paddle.

"Were you getting turned on by that paddle?"

"Um, yeah."

"Would you like me to use it on you?"

Now Dionne was blushing furiously. She was confused and not sure what to say. "Well, maybe if I did something really bad sometime......" Dan's thoughts were more carnal and immediate. He caressed her breasts and began to shift upwards on the bed. "I'll keep that in mind, young lady but for now I'd like nothing better than to be inside you." Dionne spread her legs and guided his hard cock inside her. As Dan began slowly fucking her, she wrapped her legs around him, enjoying the fullness in her pussy. With one hand she stroked his hair and murmured in his ear. Her other hand reached out to stroke the paddle and she felt her next orgasm start from deep within.

************** 

Dionne sipped her Diet Coke, looking over the kitchen table. Both she and Dan had been working on their projects for their church youth group. To help establish connections with the teens, the pastor had suggested that they bring in mementos from their own teen years. Dionne had already packed her things up for that night's group meeting. Dan had a busier work schedule and he his items were still spread over the table. Dionne could see that Dan had put out his Boy Scout sash with all of his badges as well as his prized hockey card collection.

Dionne was having what she liked to call a 'lazy day'. She had called in sick as she felt that she deserved a day off. She spent the day loafing around, reading a book, and was thinking of how to ask Dan to take her out for dinner before the meeting. Dionne thought about what clothes would work best for dinner and the church group. She would have to get changed as she was still in her 'lazy day' casual clothes. She wore a T-shirt and jeans and a pair of suede moccasins. She had second thoughts about changing as she knew how good these particular jeans looked on her. With her 'bubble butt' as Dan called it, getting a proper fit was never easy. She looked at her watch and saw that it was much later than she had thought. Just as she realized how late it was she was startled by the sound of Dan's key in the back door. She jumped and the nearly full glass of Diet Coke spilled over the table and Dan's things. She fumbled for the glass and looked up at Dan, realizing what a sight she presented. The last drops of her Coke were dripping onto his drenched hockey cards as she gave him a startled look. "Fuck Dan, you scared me."

"What's going on, why aren't you at work" Dan said as he entered the kitchen. "What did you do to my hockey cards!? I was going to give these to some of the boys at youth group! Look at them Dionne, they're ruined!"

"Oh come on Dan, they're just some old cards" said Dionne dismissively. "And why are you home? Did you even go to work today?" 

"Da-a-n, I just took a day off was all. It's none of your business anyway."

"That's it young lady, I've had it with you" Dan said as he took Dionne firmly by the upper arm and began to march her towards the bedroom.

"Dan fuck off! Stop it! I mean it." Dionne struggled as they rounded the corner into the hallway. Her moccasins failed to give her any grip on hall carpet and Dionne felt her feet slide as she tried to pull away from Dan.

"And that's going to be the last time you use that kind of language around here too" he said as he pulled her into the bedroom. "You've certainly been working your way up to this haven't you" he said as he lifted the paddle off the bed post.

"No Dan, don't! I haven't been trying to get into trouble. Don't!" Dan sat on the bed and using Dionne's momentum and one hand on the waist of her jeans he pulled her across his lap. He began to paddle her behind with the paddle. He kept his free hand pressing down on the small of Dionne's back, pinning her down. The blows fell and Dionne squirmed and flailed her feet. "No, fuck that hurts. Don't! Dan stop, I can explain. Stop!"

The paddle continued to hit Dionne's generous behind but Dan knew this wasn't getting to her. "Stand up young lady" he said as he let go of her waist. 

"Fuck Dan, that really hurt" she said as she stood and casually rubbed her bum.

"Not enough, evidently. Now pull your pants down, naughty girls get it on the bare."

"NO! I'm not some little girl!"

"Get those pants down right now or you won't be sitting down for the rest of today you'll be so sore."

Dionne looked at him, she breathed hard through her mouth, out of breath from yelling and struggling. She felt something shift within her and realized that she wanted to be spanked. She looked down at the floor and unfastened her jeans.

"All the way down, young lady." Dionne huffed at Dan and pushed her jeans and panties down to her ankles. 

"Happy?" she smirked at Dan.

Before she knew it she was over his knee and the paddle was coming down on her backside. It hurt a lot more without the protection of her jeans and panties. The sounds of the blows were crisper and echoed off the bedroom walls. She tried to keep quiet but her bottom began to burn and sting. The heat and sensation continued to build as each new smack rang out. Soon she was exclaiming with each spank. At first just a grunt or an ow but now Dionne could feel tears starting and she tried to reason with Dan.

"Please... (smack).... it won't happen again... (smack) ouch...Dan, honest I..(smack) ow, ow, ow... I'll be good.... (smack)ow, I prom... (smack)OW!!"

"Oh I know you'll be good after this"

"No... (smack)ow...please I... (smack)ow"

"No more skipping work?"

"No, (smack)ow, never again, (smack)ow, honest!"

"No more of your 'lazy afternoons'?" "I'll be good (smack) ow, honest!"

"And your language?"

"No more swearing, I promise!"

"Alright, six hard ones then to help you to remember."

"No, please, Dan no more, no more, I'll be good, honest."

"You're getting six hard ones and they'll be with your hairbrush if you keep this up."

"Please not the hairbrush, I can't stand the hairbrush."

"Alright, six hard ones with your paddle. Count them." 

"NO!"

(SMACK)

"Ow, ow, ow, that's too hard!"

"I need a number or that doesn't count." Dionne looked up over her shoulder at Dan. Her blonde hair was in her eyes but she could see his determined expression.

"That was one, please not so hard, Danny."

(SMACK)

"Ow, fu..."

"What was that?"

"Nothing, nothing! That was two."

(SMACK)

OW! Three!

(SMACK)

Dionne's hand flew back and covered her ass "Please no more, no more, I learned my lesson."

"Take your hand away or that doesn't count." Dionne put her hand back on the floor in front of her. Her ass was on fire, she felt like she was burning up. Her breath was coming hard and she was trying hard to keep her tears at bay. Her voice broke as she said "four".

(SMACK)

"FIVE!" Her hand started to move back to her ass "Sorry, sorry I won't try to cover up".

"Last one."

(SMACK)

"SIX! OW! OW!"

"Stand up."

Dionne slowly got to her feet. She felt dizzy and tried to catch her breath. She looked down at the floor, strands of her blonde hair clung to her wet face. She held her bottom, surprised at how hot it felt. Dan rose from the bed and hugged her. As Dionne rubbed her sore bottom she buried her wet face in Dan's shirt and softly cried. Dan stroked her hair and quietly consoled her. Dionne raised her face to Dan and kissed him on the lips. She returned his embrace and Dan's hands gently fondled her hot bottom. Dionne kissed him again, deeply and reached for Dan's crotch. She was very aware of how turned on she was and she wanted nothing more than to be fucked hard. She knew better than to say it like that to Dan as she rubbed his erection through his pants and thrust her tongue in his mouth. She reached down to peel off her moccasins and stepped out of her jeans and panties. She pulled her T-Shirt over her head and began to passionately kiss Dan as he struggled out of his clothes. He gently lowered Dionne to the bed and quickly got on top. Dionne gasped as she felt the scratchy fabric of the comforter abrade her red cheeks. Dan was inside her and pumping furiously. Dionne gasped and wrapped her legs around Dan. She hadn't felt this aroused in months. She felt her orgasm coming on fast and she could tell that Dan was right there with her. She began to cry out "Fuck, yes, fuck me Dan, yes!" as they both came at the same time.

As Dionne regained her breath she had to squirm out from underneath Dan. What had been an exciting sensation on her bottom during their love making was now an uncomfortable reminder of her punishment. 

Dan rolled onto his side and hugged her tightly. "I love you, Dionne".

"I love you too Danny. Am I in trouble over my language again?" she asked with a smile.

"I think we can overlook that last outburst" he said as he smoothed the hair away from her flushed face. "But I think we'll be holding onto that paddle."

Dionne snuggled up to Dan with a smile and sighed contentedly. 



Spanking Ends in Love



The walk home from school was the longest that Caroline had ever trudged. She knew she was in deep trouble. Trouble so deep that she would suffer humilation and embarrassment as part of her punishment. 

She had been drinking with some friends at school during the lunch break. The bottle of whiskey had been smuggled in by one of the boys and passed around the group. A few swigs and her head spun. At 18 she wasn't used to drink. 

She made it to class but fell asleep and the teacher Mr. Clarke had smelt the whiskey on her breath when he chastised her. The headmaster had given her a dressing down and suspended her. Now on her way home she was nearly wetting herself with fear about what her parents would do. She was certain she was in for some physical punnishment. 

This was as bad as her sister getting caught sucking Mel's pussy last year and then all hell had broken loose. Christ she'd had to watch as Susan had been held across their father's lap and smacked until she could barely breathe for sobbing. Caroline considered doing a bolt to her boyfriend's house but then he was up shit creek as well so it would probably only make things worse. 

The reception at home was already planned by her mother who had been alerted by the school. Mary had spoken with her husband and they had decided that Caroline would have to be beaten for this latest misbehaviour. 

Caroline used her key to unlock the front door and entered to see her mother waiting for her. The shock combined with her fear and the fact that since her drinking escapade she had'nt had time to empty her bladder combined to have her wet herself. As her mother watched in horror her daughter stood shaking and sobbing while her water trickled down her legs onto the tiled floor of the lobby.

"Stay there. I'll go and get a towel. Take your shoes and socks off and everything else that's wet."

'Yes. Mummy I'm sorry. Please I can't go through what happened to Susie."

"You should have thought of that before you got yourself sent home."

Caroline stripped from the waist down and was sent to the shower. She would return to clean up her mess after washing herself off. Then she was sent to her room to await her chastisement that evening. 

Caroline was summoned to the livingroom about 7pm. She was dressed in a t-shirt, and track pants. She had also put on some cotton panties. Her hope was that if she were spanked her pants and panties would cushion the blows.

It was a hopeless effort but still she made it. Last year she had witnessed her sisters buttocks and pussy exposed as she was punnished for her 'perversion'.

"Well Caroline, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"Nothing Daddy. I'm very sorry and ....." She broke into sobs.

Her mother walked up behind her and putting her hands in the waistband of her trackpants lowered them and her panties in one go. 

"No!" Came the shriek from Caroline.

Her Daddy could see her pussy. At least her mother and Susie were women but no man even her boyfriend had seen the silky blonde haired treasure between her legs.

"Come and lie across my knee."

As if in a trance she shuffled towards her father and kneeling put herself across his knee. From her vantage point Susie could see her sister's all and began to juice her own illicit little cotton g-string panties. She had been forced to renounce girls and live like a nun since the incident and this was her first look at a pussy in a year. She'd convinced her parents that she really was normal but had confided in Caroline that she couldn't wait to love another woman.

The blows rained down and Caroline cried out as her bottom reddened. Each buttock shook as her father struck it. In all 30 blows rained down upon her. When it was over despite her knowing that her father could see her sex lips and anything else he cared to look at she couldn't move. She breathed in huge gulping sobs. 

"You'd better take her to her room Susan. Your Mother and I must go to our Church meeting now. We'll be back in a few hours. Caroline you will stay in your room until Sunday."

"Yes Daddy" said Susan as she raised her sister to her feet. Kneeling in front of her, her eyes fixed on her cleft she pulled her panties up slowly. As the cotton contacted her bottom Caroline gave another sob and winced. 

"Step out of these." Susan suggested and removed her trackpants from around her ankles.

She took Caroline's hand and led her back to her room. The parents made ready to leave. On entering her room Caroline threw herself at her bed and lay face down crying into her pillow. 

She heard her parents car leave the drive and her door close as Susie left. About thirty seconds later she heard her door open again. A hand touched her waist a moment later.

"Raise your hips sweetie." Her sister said softly.

As she did her panties were very gently lowered and the glow oof her bottom hit the cool of the air.

"You poor thing. Here, I'll try and make it better for you."

Caroline felt a light cool touch and realised that Susie was rubbing cream inot her stinging rear. The pain eased with each gentle stroke. As she peered down upon her sister Susie realised that her panties were completely soaked as a result of the things she had seen that evening. Now for the first time in a year she held a round soft female bottom in her hand. 

Nobody had ever touched Caroline like this. Through her pain and humiliation she felt an arousal spreadin out from her sister's touch down to her sex petals and up through her stomach to her breasts. 

Susie meantime had been a bit liberal with the cream and warmed by contact with Caroline's skin it trickled down towards her little pink crinkle and onto her sex. Susie saw and heart in her mouth said

"Here, let me get that."

A finger traced the line of Susie's most sexual parts and scooped up the fluid. In the process the finger parted her swelling lips an forced a moan of arousal from her. 

Neither sister said a word but Susie began to flex her loins and Caroline prayed that the finger would 'stray' again. It did but this time it stayed on her lips as her bottom was lovingly stroked. Caroline bore down. Susie's finger entered her. There was no way for either to deny what was going on. 

Caroline broke the ice.

"Could you do me like you did Mel, without hurting my bottom?"

"Sure Baby. I'd love to if you're certain."

"As I'll ever be."  Caroline replied getting up on her knees with susie's finger still in her. 

"I'll lie down and you just pop yourself on my mouth" Susie whispered.

Caroline did this facing Susie's feet. As her sister licked and kissed and sucked her entire underneath from her rear to her aching clit she leant forward and lifting Susie's skirt put a hand under the little wet panties she wore into her furry treasue and stroked her sister off. All pain was forgotten. Caroline wasn't sure if she liked girls. She definitely liked boys but she knew from the moment she came, convulsing on Susie's tongue,  she loved her big sister.



Spanking Fantasy Ch. 01



My husband is a well-built guy. At 33, he is quite muscled everywhere he needs to be. His tanned back & shoulders show off his love for the outdoors, his hardened arms are the result of many years physical care. Rick’s short brown hair was often worn in a spiky, almost “just woke up” style. Complimented by well-groomed sideburns & a strong jaw line, his baby blue give him a type of determined look that still somehow send chills down my spine. Rick is a damn sexy guy.

He never fails to entice me in the bedroom either. Even after over 4 years of being together, plus just getting married only a few weeks ago, our physical relationship has never suffered the boredom blues. I am a quite imaginative person, so there is NEVER anything dull going on between the sheets. It’s only been in the last year that I have started having fantasies involving Rick, bondage & slave/master games. I won’t lie, I have always been interested in BDSM fun, but when I began reading dirty magazines & stories, I realized that simply reading then wasn’t going to satisfy my hunger anymore. I wanted to try some of it so badly that I could already taste it.

So my fantasy starts out with one of our usual evenings, eating dinner followed by watching a movie on the couch together. A love scene in the movie gets our attention & we soon start feeling each other up. As passions quickly grow (among other things), we head upstairs to the bedroom, so we can have a nice comfy spot to spread out. Tonight though, is going to be different, because somehow Rick has gotten some ideas for some new games. During our foreplay session, he pulls out our pair of metal handcuffs that we seldom use. With a naughty look in his eye, he pulls my hands together behind my back & secures the cuffs comfortably in place. Rick then leans over, licking all around my mouth, but never giving me a full kiss. My tongue hungrily grasps for his, but he teases me & doesn’t give me what I want.

Reaching into his nightstand, he also procures a ball gag. It is a black dog collar with a black ping-pong looking ball in the center of it. The ball has a hole in the middle for easy breathing. I am getting wet, just from anticipation & he knows it. After placing the gag in my mouth & checking to see that I am able to breath properly, he quickly blindfolds me with a black bandanna. Even when I try to say, “What are you doing?” through the gag (which he somehow understands), Rick throws me over his knees, grabs my hair in his one hand to hold my head still, & ties on the blindfold, leaving me in darkness, unable to see what he’ll be up to next.

“You can hear me right?” he asks, checking to see if the bandanna has covered my ears. I nod my head up & down to confirm.

“Good, because I need you to hear me, I want you to hear me, understand?” Again, I nod in agreement,

“You’ve been a naughty slut, haven’t you? I need to punish you, don’t I?” he asks me, in that sexy low voice he has.

I can only answer with a “Huh?” Apparently this was not the correct answer because I feel a sharp SLAP on my right ass cheek. It burns beyond all possible & I howl in pain. Being handcuffed behind my back, blindfolded, gagged & held over Rick’s knees, there wasn’t much I could do, but lay there & writhe in pain. As I wiggle around, I feel a second sharp SLAP on the same cheek. I can only imagine the color of my poor behind!

“When I ask you if you’ve been naughty, you’d better say ‘yes sir’ or else bitch!” he snarls in my ear. I am not afraid of Rick, (I never would be), but I feel compulsive to obey. 

“You’re a dirty slut & now you’re going to be my slave!” he says, bringing a third SLAP down on my ass cheek. After it hits, I feel the same stinging pain, followed by a warm, spreading feeling. There’s nothing I can but quickly nod my head, to show him I agree. I guess this wasn’t enough, because his hand came down hard on my virgin left check. I wiggle around, moaning loudly under my gag as the pain spreads. A few more spanks & he begins to rub my ass cheeks in a circular motion. 

“Feels good, doesn’t it slave?” he laughs. I slowly nod my head, because it actually does feel great! I moan loudly & his hands begin to massage my skin harder & harder. I’m still lying over his knee & I can feel a bulge poking at me through his pants. I nudge my head back & forth over his crotch. His hands drift up & down my back, sending chills all over my body! I continue to move my face around his crotch area & his fingers find their way between my ass cheeks. 

“I’m gonna get some KY lube for your sweet tight ass bitch, how about that?” Rick asks me. I moan in anticipation. I hear him reach for the tube & snap it open. Spreading my cheeks WIDE open, he presses the cold jelly to my asshole. 

“Mmmm, you like that, don’t you slut?” he asks, while rubbing his fingers around in circles. His fingers find their way inside my hole & I feel myself getting wet elsewhere. I push against his fingers & he slides his other hand under me, tickling my clit. As his other hand is slowly fingering my ass, I feel myself start to cum. I don’t even need to moan to let him know this; he can feel it on his fingers.

Rick starts to finger-fuck me harder & faster. “How do you like that bitch?” he asks, his fingers frantically going deeper into my pussy. I buck against him, feeling a warm rush in my body. I need to be fucked so badly!

He lifts me from his knee & pushes down my shoulders, motioning me to get on my knees. He takes the gag from my mouth & out comes his large cock. As he thrusts it into my mouth, I can feel that it’s throbbing with anticipation, as a few drips of pre-cum are already spilling out of the head. He thrusts his dick into my mouth, which I eagerly begin to suck. I suck him long & hard. With his hands on the back of my head & his fingers entwined in my hair, he roughly fucks my mouth. His cock is so big I begin to gag! 

“Get over here on your knees on the floor. Lean against the bed. I wanna get in your sweet pussy”, he commands me. I quickly nod & get on my knees, burying my face in the blankets. 

“Mmm, that’s it, spread wide baby, I’m coming in!” With one thrust, his whole cock goes right in. I MUST be wet!

Rick fucks my wet pussy for several minutes. I’m still blindfolded & handcuffed behind my back, but without the gag I can moan loudly.

“Unnghhh…fuck me…yeah, that’s it…mmmm”, I cry. This makes his fuck me harder. 

“Who’s your master bitch?” 

“Unngh, you are, you are! UUNGGHHH” I scream as his hands dig into my thighs, giving him more leverage to get deeper in me.

“Tell me what you want me to do, you little panty slut!”

“Oooh, fuck me Rick, please, fuck me…yes! YESSS!” I can feel myself cuming all over his cock as he furiously pounds in & out of my wet hole.

“You fucking slut, you like when I fuck you rough, don’t you?” he says.

“Ooh, yes, mmmm, YES! More please…don’t stop!” I cry out, my body tingling with passion.

“Then you’re gonna love this bitch” he says. He pulls his dick out of my throbbing cunt & places the head against my slippery asshole. I try to wriggle away, not knowing if I can take that kind of pain at the moment. See, Rick & I have had anal sex before, so it’s nothing new, but by the way he was pounding me tonight, I was afraid he would tear me in half if he got in my ass! 

He reached over & grabbed the ball gag, securing it back in my mouth. I knew I was in for it if he gagged me again. I wriggled around a bit more, but he placed both hands firmly on my hips. Placing the head of his dick against my ass hole, he began to slowly push into me. It really didn’t hurt, like I said, I’m used to it. After slowly pushing in & letting my tight hole stretch, he began to fuck me in my ass. 

“You like this, don’t you, you fucking slut?” he asked. I moan, not only because it feels good, but also because it hurts like hell! He’s really hot tonight! Rick leans down & runs his tongue from the bottom of my back to my neck, giving me chills like crazy! He reaches around, his fingers finding my already-hard nipples. As he pinches them hard, I scream through my gag. He doesn’t let go, he just lingers there, not letting any looser either! I buck wildly against him.

After a few more minutes, he says “I’m gonna cum up your tight little asshole….just a minute…UUUNGH!!” I can feel his dick pump out the hot cream, filling my asshole with nice, gooey cum. A few more pumps & he slows down. He comes to a halt, resting against the middle of my back. I can feel the sweat pouring from his forehead! He gently kisses the back of my neck & tells me he loves me. The gag comes back off. 

“Yeah, yeah, I love you too, now uncuff me!” I joke.

“Uhhh, I never said I was going to release you after just one session!” he laughs.

I laugh in response, but when I don’t hear him laugh along with me, I know I’m in for more trouble. 

“What do you mean?!” I exclaim.

“I mean”, he explains, “That I will uncuff you when I’m done with you.” He takes one hand on my handcuffed hands & the other grabs a handful of hair, roughly lifting me up. “And I’m not done with you”. 

I can tell by his tone that he’s not. 

--End of Part One--



Spanking Fantasy Ch. 02



My Husband, Part 2

After our first hot & heavy session, Rick stands me up & we begin to walk. I’m still blindfolded & handcuffed. I’m also sweaty & sticky, with his cum running out of my ass down my legs.

He takes the blindfold off my eyes & I see we are in the bathroom. He winks at me, tilting his head for me to get in the shower. 

“In the shower? But I’m still cuffed!” I exclaim.

“Oh geez,” he says, rolling his eyes. “You were more obedient with the gag in your mouth!” He turns to go retrieve the gag from the bedroom, but I quickly add, “Ooh, a shower, that’s what I could use now”. I lower my eyes & pray it worked. I guess it did because he gets out a towel from the cabinet & turns on the shower. 

“Don’t worry, it’s hot like you like it” he says. “I’m not cruel enough to make you take a cold shower!” he laughs.

“You’re the man hon,” I laugh as I carefully climb in. He’s right; the water is nice & hot. He lathers up my poufy sponge & begins to run it over my back. I moan in response.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks. “I mean, for real?”

“No, baby, of course not” I answer. “You know I trust you.”

“Ok, good, ‘cause I’d hate to hurt you & then not be able to get some off you!” he laughs. I laugh in agreement & concentrate on the warm water running all over my body. It feels so good to wash away all the sweat & cum. My ass cheeks are red, he tells me, from my spanking session, but there’s nothing serious about it. Just red color, that’s all. 

“It’s actually kind of sexy, those blushing buns of yours,” he jokes. 

“Oh, I’m glad I’m amusing,” I tell him, raising one eyebrow sarcastically. He continues to wash me with the soapy sponge, and then helps me rinse it all away. Rick now assists me in getting out of the shower & drying off. Leading me back to the bedroom, all I can do is imagine what kind of fun we’ll be having next!

“Now, I want you to lie down on the bed on your back”, Rick tells me. I quickly do so, anxious to see what he has in store for us now. He takes my handcuffed hands from behind my back & removes the cuffs. When I lie down on the bed, he grabs my hands & ties them above my head! He also takes my legs & ties them to separate corners of our bedposts spread-eagle style. Leaning up to my head, he goes to kiss me on the forehead. When I bend my head up to meet his kiss, he quickly wraps the ball gag around my head & secures in place! I mumble that he’s a sneaky sob, which apparently he understands & he twists one of my nipples. The pain is very familiar to my super sensitive breasts & I growl a few more curses from under my gag. He smiles with a gleam in his eye, clearly about to enjoy whatever it is he is about to do to me. After this, I am blindfolded, leaving me helpless yet again. 

I can hear him fumbling around in a drawer for something. I realize that he’s in my nightstand & he’s probably pulling out my double-ended rubber dildo. I know he has the mini-vibrator in his hand, because he turns it on & I hear the hum. I am spread wide open & tied up, so I can’t do anything when he puts more KY jelly on me. He rubs it around my asshole & begins to finger me there once again. 

“Ooh, how I LOVE this tight little asshole!” he laughs. “We ARE going to have some more fun tonight!” He places the head of my rubber dildo against my asshole & I softly moan. “Yeahhhh, you’re going to enjoy this I’m sure!” he tells me.

With the 7-inch dildo now all the way up my ass, I feel him lay between my legs on his stomach. He gently parts my pussy lips with his fingers & his tongue teases me, licking all around my clit, but never on it. This drives me crazy & he knows it! He even sticks his tongue in my hole & I begin to move my hips around in desire. Eventually his tongue finds its way to my clit & I start moaning like crazy. With one hand, he uses the dildo & fucks my ass. He takes the other end of the dildo & sticks it in my pussy. He licks faster & harder, his tongue darting around my clit. My asshole & pussy feel full from the dildo fucking me, my hips begin to lift off the bed. I explode into an orgasm, my body stiffening all over, as I am tied up & can’t move around much. After half a minute, I begin to pull away, but he keeps on licking my clit & dildo-fucking me. 

I whimper for him to stop, but he doesn’t. I feel a warm rush of cum empty me & my body convulses a million times over. I scream through my gag, my limbs pulling frantically against their restraints, but he shows no mercy. Finally he stops & I sigh with relief. Rick now unties only my legs. He kneels between my legs & wraps my legs up around his neck. As I moan with sexual desire, he teases my pussy hole with his cock. He rubs it all around, but won’t put it in. Biting my toes playfully, he places the head at my pussy. I’m so wet from his massive orgasm, even he’s surprised how easily he slides right in!

With my legs wrapped up around his shoulders, I begin to buck back at him. His huge cock feels so good! I usually am real tight after I orgasm, so this must feel heavenly for him too. I completely forgot about the dildo in my ass, until his hips hit against it & it slides out a little bit. Everytime he thrusts his dick back into my pussy, the dildo gets shoved into my ass. 

“I think I’m gonna cum soon”, Rick says. Remember, I can’t see what the hell is going on, but I can sure as hear his breath. The way he starts tightening up his grip on my legs assures me that our playtime is almost over.

He pulls his dick out of wet hole & I feel him sit on top of my chest. With determination, he frantically jerks off & soon I hear him exclaim, “Oh shit!!!” as I fell hot spurts of cum hit my tits. Some lands on my belly, some on my cheek. He rolls off of me & I hear him breathing his usual “damn-that-was-great” rhythm. 

“Well, guess I can’t leave you tied up forever” he says laughing, as I feel him begin to untie me. My blindfold is removed, then my gag. I stretch for a moment in bed, rubbing out my soreness from being restrained for so long. 

“Oh crap,” Rick says.

“What’s the matter hon?” I ask him.

He looks at me, then bursts out in laughter. “I know I need a shower now, but I think you need another one too!” 

I look down at my gooey body & tell him “Baby, you keep up these games, YOU can pay the water bill next month!”

--end--



Spanking Gloves F/m



The phone rang three times before it was answered. "Bournemouth 448981." 

"Hello Mrs. Temple. It's Charles Leyton here. How are you?" Charles realised as he heard himself speak that his voice sounded strained and oddly high pitched. A brief pause ensued, as if the receiver of the call was collecting her thoughts. 

"Charles dear, how nice to hear from you. How are you getting on at college?" Mrs. Temple's deep contralto was warm. Charles began to feel slightly more at ease.

"Fine, thank you. That is, well, not exactly."

"How do you mean Charles? There's nothing wrong I hope."

"Not really Mrs. Temple. Not in that sense. I mean I'm not in any trouble or anything." Charles paused. He could feel his heart beating and his mouth was suddenly very dry.

"Charles, is anything the matter?"

"Well, the reason I'm ringing you is that it's to do with my...my problem. The one that you helped me with last year. I'm afraid it has come back."

"Ah. I see," said Mrs. Temple. Charles waited expectantly. "In that case perhaps you had better come to see me. Would that be possible?"

"Yes. Yes, Mrs. Temple. I'm coming back next weekend so I could see you then. I was thinking if you were free on Friday afternoon. Only if it were convenient though."

Charles heard a rustling of paper at the other end of the telephone as Mrs. Temple consulted her diary. "I could set aside two hours to see you at 3.00pm Charles. Would that suit you?"

"Oh yes, that would be wonderful Mrs. Temple."

"Three it is then. Goodbye Charles."

"Goodbye Mrs. Temple. And thank you."







The heavy front door opened almost immediately.



"It's good to see that you have not lost the courtesy of punctuality Charles. Come in. You remember that my study is on the left."

Mrs. Helen Temple had been treating Charles' problem for some time. Her regime was strict, some might say excessively so, and Charles had spent a considerable time across Mrs. Temple's knee feeling the smart of her gloved hand and the sting of her punishment strap.

Charles had always been in thrall to his Governess and although no longer a callow youth, still trembled slightly in her presence. Mrs. Temple was impeccably attired in a tight fitting black leather pencil skirt and bolero jacket, a high necked red latex blouse, seamed black nylons and her trademark five inch black patent stiletto heels. She was wearing heavy make-up: thick red lipstick, foundation, eyeliner and mascara. Dangling from her ears and complementing her steely grey hair were a pair of silver, hooped earrings. 

As Charles entered the study Helen reached across and took a file from her desk. Charles could not help noticing that Mrs. Temple was wearing a pair of soft black leather gloves.

"Charles Leyton," began Helen, opening the file. "Yes, I last saw you eighteen months ago about your problem." She smiled. "I thought I may have cured you but it seems not. Is that correct?"

"I'm afraid so Madam", replied Charles, tentatively. "It's, well, I have found it difficult to...."

"To what Charles?"

"To control things Madam." Charles looked pleadingly towards the older woman and then, his face redder than ever, cast his eyes down in shame.

"Indeed Charles. Well, we shall have to see about that won't we?" Mrs. Temple paused and looked severely at the young man opposite. "To say I am disappointed in you would be an understatement. It seems that we have a great deal more work to do." Mrs. Temple allowed her words to take effect, gratified to see that Charles had at least had the grace to blush. "Shall we begin? Remove your clothing young man and fold your things neatly on the sofa."



Charles undressed completely and placed his clothes as instructed. Mrs. Temple noted with interest that he had grown a little and that his slim, still boyish body was still nicely tanned from a recent holiday.

"Stand upright boy. Hands by your sides," ordered Helen, curtly.

Mrs. Temple removed her jacket and came towards him. Charles noticed that her tight, red latex blouse was sleeveless and her leather gloves full length, reached almost to her shoulders. As Charles knew well, these were Mrs. Temple's famous "spanking gloves"; black, beautiful and shiny, made from the finest glacé kid and responsible for turning many a bottom, including his own, from pure white to deepest crimson.

Mrs. Temple moved closer to him. In her stiletto heels she was three or four inches taller. As her face came near his own Charles inhaled the mix of expensive perfume, leather, rubber and cigarette smoke familiar from his education. Although 55 years old, Mrs. Temple was still devastatingly attractive. Her high cheekbones and full lips were accentuated by the heavy make-up, her bust and legs strained against tight latex and leather.

Mrs. Temple slowly reached out a leather gloved hand and cupped Charles' balls in her palm, looking down at him. The young man's penis swelled and stiffened at the touch of her gloves. Such a joy to play with a responsive boy, thought Helen.

"My we are a naughty little boy, aren't we?" Her voice was deep and full of amused menace. Charles felt his penis become even harder in his Governess' palm. "Such a naughty boy." Mrs. Temple ran a gloved finger along the hard shaft. The youth could feel her varnished nails through the leather, toying with his glans. "And what do naughty boys require Charles?"

"P-P-Punishment Madam." Charles stuttered, his mouth dry with arousal

"Yes, that's right. Naughty boys require punishment don't they?" continued Mrs. Temple. "Punishment and discipline. Strict discipline is the only way to teach a certain kind of boy isn't it? A boy who does not do what he is told. A boy who is disobedient. A boy who cannot control his stiff little penis." Mrs. Temple squeezed his cock to emphasise her words. "I think a good spanking is required Charles. In fact I'm sure of it. I think you need to spend some more time across Madam's leather skirt learning how to behave. Don't you Charles?" As she spoke Mrs. Temple continued to play with Charles' erect cock and balls, revelling in her complete dominion over him.

"Y-Y-Yes Madam. I think I need a good spanking."

"Yes you do Master Leyton. So it's just as well I'm wearing my spanking gloves isn't it young man? It has obviously been too long since your bottom received a warming and you have forgotten what I taught you."

For Charles the ecstasy induced by the touch of the soft black leather on his cock was almost unbearable. Now his Governess moved her fingers to his nipples, both already rock hard. The feel of her leather gloved fingers on his nipples was electric, sending shivers of pleasure through his cock. Mrs.Temple moved even closer to him as she spoke, brushing her latex covered breasts against his chest. Charles looked at Helen's thick red lips, intoxicated by the sweet smell of her make-up and perfume. He glanced at the swelling of his Governess' full breasts, her own erect nipples pushing against the shiny latex, and then bowed his head once more.

"You need to be taught obedience don't you Charles? You need to be put across Madam's knee and spanked until you learn how to behave properly."

"Yes Madam. Yes I do need a spanking Madam." Charles was almost weeping with his arousal. "Please spank me Madam. Please spank me, I beg you."

Mrs. Temple lifted her fingers from Charles' engorged nipples and smiled. "Ask properly for your spanking boy."

Charles immediately fell to his knees and pressed his eager lips to the shiny black leather of Mrs. Temple's stiletto heeled shoes. He covered her exquisite shoes with hundreds of tiny kisses as he professed submission to his Governess. He then raised himself from his devotions and, his large blue eyes looking into hers, begged her for his punishment.

"Please Madam. Please put me across your leather skirt and spank me. I am a weak and disobedient boy and need your discipline."

Mrs. Temple paused for a moment, savouring once again the experience of seeing a virile young man kissing her shoes and pleading to be disciplined. Towering above Charles in her stiletto heels she looked down and smiled. What a pleasant afternoon it was going to be.

"Very well boy. I see that you have learned at least one lesson. You have understood that with appropriate guidance it is possible for a boy to learn to be obedient. And we both know what sort of guidance is required, don't we Charles? Yes indeed we do. There is only one way to teach a boy like yourself how to behave. Only one method is effective, isn't it child? The only reliable way to get through to that rather dense brain of yours is to warm your bottom, isn't it boy?"

"Yes Madam."



"Place a condom on your penis and then put on your spanking pouch. I do not want your fluids to soil my skirt." Mrs. Temple insisted that all of her charges wore a condom and spanking pouch for over the knee discipline. The combination of a rubber and the soft leather cache-sexe, ensured a boy's penis and testicles were encased and his emissions contained, while his buttocks remained nicely exposed for punishment.

Leaving Charles on his knees Mrs. Temple moved across to her upright chair, smoothed her leather skirt beneath her and sat down. She admired herself in the large mirror opposite, primping her tightly coiffed hair and adjusting her red latex blouse, ensuring that she was comfortable for the spanking. She felt her own nipples through the rubber of her blouse. Mrs. Temple then spent a few moments smoothing her gorgeous black leather "spanking gloves" up her arms. As she did so she smiled, recalling the most enjoyable shopping trip in Paris when she acquired them. Three thousand five hundred francs from Maison Hortense if she was not mistaken, paid for by one of her former pupils, and worth every centime. The gloves felt wonderful and soft on her arms and so, so sexy.

Charles was by no means the only 'boy' who found it necessary to return to Helen Temple for "further tuition". At least sixteen of her charges paid regular visits to their old Governess. And all, without exception, returned to place themselves across her knee. Charles had always been one of her favourites. Blond, clear skinned and slightly built, he was both naturally submissive and a very appreciative boy.



Helen looked across at Charles. He was still kneeling, his face red with shame but his penis stiff and thrusting against the confines of the tight, leather pouch. She smiled.

"Come here young man. It's time for your spanking."

Charles rose and stood before his Governess. Helen pointed to the floor and Charles knelt carefully before her.

"Kiss my high heels." Charles obeyed instantly.

"Kiss my skirt." Again obedience without hesitation.

"Kiss my glove." Charles pressed his lips to the soft leather instrument of his correction.

"Now. Come here boy and bend over my knee." Charles gently lowered himself across Helen's leather skirt, allowing himself to be positioned to his Governess' satisfaction. The shiny black material was warm against the skin of his stomach and he could feel Helen's garter clips through the leather. Helen pressed Charles down so that his buttocks were nicely poised at spanking height. She could feel the hardness of the boy's penis against her thigh. Once he was positioned, Helen began to stroke the soft, white skin of Charles' bottom cheeks with her gloved hand. Charles feasted his eyes on his Governess' shiny black five inch stiletto heels, wickedly elegant court shoes that never failed to arouse deep sexual longing within him. Charles sighed and felt his whole body stiffen in anticipation of the pleasure and pain to come.

"I am now going to spank you Charles." The voice from above was authoritative with a hint of cruelty. "You are a very, very naughty boy. You have played with your penis when I expressly forbade you to do so. I am afraid when you disobey Madam you have to be punished and punished very severely. Do you understand boy?"

"Yes Madam." Came the meek response.

"I am wearing my spanking gloves and you are going to receive half an hour across my knee. At the end of that period you will apologise to me for your disobedience and thank me for your discipline. Is that clear?"

"Yes Madam."

"Good. If you wish to cry during your spanking you may do so. But do not squirm or fidget while I am spanking you. If you do I shall give you extra punishment."

"No Madam, I shall try not to move."

"Very well child. You may look in the mirror while I punish you."

Charles turned his head to look in the large mirror opposite. In it he could see his Governess, her shiny red lips creased in a cruel smile, luxuriating in the pleasure to come. Charles noticed Helen's nipples, high, hard and erect against the tight red latex of her blouse. He felt one hand on the back of his head and through it the sense of submission to absolute power, exercised with elegance. He looked at his own pale body draped compliantly across his Governess' leather skirt, completely at her mercy.



Helen took a few minutes to admire herself. What other woman of 55, she thought, could keep a 21 year old man fully erect for two hours and have him obey her every command? Wearing high heels, leather and latex she felt completely and wonderfully dominant

Charles sensed rather than saw Helen's leather palm fall to administer the first spank. He heard the sharp crack of leather on his skin and, a split second later, felt the wave of pain through his bottom. He managed to resist making either a movement or uttering a sound. Helen began to spank with a steady rhythm. Again and again her leather gloved hand fell on Charles' unprotected buttocks. Slowly the milk white flesh of the young man's bottom turned first pink then a deeper and then even deeper shade of red. Finally, after ten minutes of spanking, Mrs. Temple elicited the required response from her charge. A muffled sob came from the contrite young man across her knee and the first tear began to make its way down his cheek.

For those who have never experienced a proper spanking the punishment may seem rather mild. So it is compared to the cane or strap. However, when administered by an experienced disciplinarian a prolonged spanking is very, very painful. After ten minutes across her leather skirt Mrs. Temple's beautiful spanking gloves had transformed Charles' buttocks into twin globes of pure pain. The merest touch of her palm was now sufficient to cause him intense discomfort.

But, while Charles might be crying from the pain, Mrs. Temple knew that this was not the only response she had encouraged. The young man's penis in its pouch remained hard against her thigh confirming that her pupil was in the perfect state to learn from his discipline.

Helen rested her gloved hand against one red bottom cheek. Charles flinched and let out a tiny gasp of pain. Helen's stockinged feet squirmed with pleasure in her high heels. Now the real instruction could begin. She flexed her gloved hands like a concert pianist about to begin a virtuoso performance and once again admired herself in the mirror opposite.

"Now young man, I hope that this time you are going to learn your lesson properly. You know very well that if there is one thing that Madam will not tolerate, it is disobedience. And you, Master Leyton, have been extremely disobedient, haven't you?"

"Yes Madam. I'm very sorry Madam."

"What did I expressly forbid you to do boy?"

"You told me not to play with myself Madam."

"And what did you do?"

"I played with myself Madam."

"Precisely. You played with yourself. You played with your penis didn't you? Like the naughty, disobedient boy you are. And that is why Madam has had to put on her spanking gloves and high heeled shoes and put you across her leather skirt for yet another spanking. Isn't it boy?"

"Yes Madam."

"Isn't it boy???" SPANK!

"Y-Y-Yes Madam."

"I SPANK!

will SPANK!

not SPANK!

tolerate SPANK!

disobedience!" SPANK!

"Do you understand?!"

"Yes Madam." This very meekly between sobs.

"I said, do you understand?!!" SPANK! SPANK!

"Yes Madam. I do understand. I will learn my lesson this time. Please Madam I will be obedient."

"I do hope so Master Leyton." The stern voice is heavy with authority. "I do hope so. Because if you persist in your disobedience I shall continue to spank you until you learn. I do not mind how long it takes or how sore your bottom becomes. I shall spank you until you obey. Do I make myself clear boy?"

"Perfectly Madam. I am so sorry for being naughty."

Helen felt Charles' erection stiff against her thigh a she spoke. The boy was very aroused now, as was she. Helen's hard nipples rubbed against the latex of her blouse sending shivers of pleasure through her body.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

The rhythmic spanking began again. This time Charles' bottom was already aflame with pain. Each crisp crack of Madam's black leather spanking gloves on his bottom sent a wave of excruciating agony through him but ended in a surge of sexual pleasure. Charles could feel the leather pouch enclosing his erection was slick with pre-cum. He looked down lovingly once more at his Governess' elegant stiletto heels as her gloved hand continued to do its work.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

As Helen's glove fell she could feel the young man's penis begin to spasm in time with her spanking. She was about to enjoy spanking young Charles to orgasm.

"Look at my high heels as you climax boy!" As if he needed to be told.

SPANK! mmmmm SPANK! mmmmmmmm SPANK! nnnnggggghhhhhh

SPANK! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Charles' cock pulsated as huge spurts of semen flooded from him. Waves of pleasure coursed through his penis, untempered by his extremely painful bottom. For Charles no orgasm was as powerful or as fulfilling as those he enjoyed across Mrs. Temple's knee.



"You may thank me for your discipline." Helen's voice was icy cold.

Charles gently removed himself from the older woman's lap.

"Kiss my high heels." Charles complied willingly. This time Helen allowed him several minutes of devotion at the altar of her stilettos. She noticed with amusement that his bottom was very, very red.

"Kiss my skirt." Again instant obedience.

"Kiss my glove." This time Charles kissed the instrument of his correction with genuine reverence. He inhaled the sweet smell of the shiny black leather glove, the palm still warm from his spanking.

He then bowed his head. "Thank you for my discipline Madam. I promise to be obedient."

There was a short pause. Helen smiled. Having enjoyed a wonderful spanking she was wet with pleasure and arousal. It was time for young Master Charles to show his gratitude with more than words.

"Follow me boy. I hope you have not worn out your lips and tongue with your devotion to my high heels."



And they departed for Madam's bedroom.



Spanking Headmaster



Please note, all parties involved are over 18. 

*

You are a student at the age of consent, dressed in a white blouse, lacy white bra, pleated short skirt, no panties, and white socks. You have been called in to my office because you have been under suspicion of smoking and even worse, of possible sexual activities, with boys and girls.

I am the Headmaster, at what I call the Private School for Rich Bitches. They come here between high school and college, or between college semesters to be prepped for advanced learning. I am called Headmaster with good reason. There have been whispers that I administer strict discipline in my office, spanking or maybe more, and even rumors that girls have sucked my cock or done other sexual favors under penalty of expulsion and blackmail. Nothing has ever been confirmed, and I am known as a demanding but fair Headmaster. I have just returned to my office from my lunch of roasted duck and garden vegetables when you knock on my door and enter my office. It has dark wooden panels, a large desk, and very comfortable furnishings, even a couch and a bench with a padded leather seat.

I sit at my desk with a report on you in my hand. A ruler is on the desk. You are told to stand before me, and you slightly bow your head as I tell you what a bad girl you are, and go through the report, line by line, telling you how you need strict discipline to improve. I talk about the allegations that you have been engaging in sexual activities. You just stand there, your pussy tingling a bit, feeling somehow naked under my gaze and thinking panties might have been a good idea today. You are starting to get wet, not knowing if I will expel you, or be forced to gratify me sexually in order to stay.

You like the school, and you know that I am in power here. I ask about the smoking, and you deny it. I ask about sexual activities with girls, and you hesitate, your pussy wet and tingling. I ask about sex with boys and you say I have not done anything like that. You don't mention getting spanked and having sex with a bunch of boys, having your tits mauled as you get fucked. Most of the boys got a blow job as well.

I tell you that because of these concerns, it's my duty to spank you, since you have been so bad. When you enter the school, your legal guardians must sign a paper allowing me to act in loco parentis, in the place of a parent, and I am allowed to administer discipline as I see fit, with no legal consequences. Now you are getting really aroused, your pussy is damp. You love being spanked, and the idea gets you wet, with throbbing pussy lips, feeling ready for sex in any form. I move my chair back, and have you get over my knee, so your feet are to my right, your head down and to my left. Your ass is now ready to be spanked. I detect the faint scent of your fresh young pussy.

I slowly raise your skirt to reveal your bare bottom, and tell you that you are a VERY bad girl to have no panties on! Who raised you to go around with no panties on what so ever? You are a very bad girl! It's like you are saying to anyone, come here and use me!! Secretly, I am turned on by it, and really want to spank you hard. You say nothing, but worry that your pussy might start dripping on my pants as I spank you. Your heart is beating faster, and you are eagerly awaiting me to begin spanking your naked little ass.

I tell you I will spank you with the ruler. It's a standard twelve-inch wooden ruler, flat on the back and beveled on the front. I start spanking your tight tush with the back of the ruler, pretty hard until your ass cheeks start to get pink, then I put the ruler aside, and spank you with my hand. My long fingers are spanking each of your ass cheeks separately, and sometimes spanning both ass cheeks as I spank. I curve my hand to match the shape of your buttocks, to deliver a more effective spanking. I spank you until you are very pink, and your ass is very warm to the touch. You are squirming, but still enjoying the discipline. With reluctance I stop swatting your cute, bare ass. 

I tell you to stand up, and explain that you have handled your discipline well. I tell you to close your eyes, put your hands behind your back, and tell nobody about what I will do next, or there will be severe consequences. You are ready for whatever I want to do. You are hoping I might fuck you, eat your pussy, or make you suck my cock. You are really turned on by the idea of getting fucked by me.

You are very pretty and have aroused me. I take my fingers and slide them just inside your wet and throbbing pussy lips, to rub your hard, wet, waiting clit, cupping your pussy, running my hands inside your blouse, feeling up your tits and playing with your nipples. I undo your blouse one handed, tell you to take it off along with your bra, and don't stop rubbing your cunt for a moment as you do. I keep it up, and then tell you to lie on my desk, lift up your legs, and spread them for me. I lean over and start licking your pussy, clit and running my tongue into your tasty, creamy pussy until you are panting and gently holding my head. I start licking your clit as I finger your vagina, until you are just ready to cum, and with vigorous fingering of your pussy and clit, I make you climax right there on my desk.

Then I have you stand up, take off your skirt, and blindfold your eyes. I grab your wrists firmly, lead you to the bench and tell you to get on it on your stomach. I get some rope and tie your ankles, knees and thighs together, take my cock out of my pants, and get you ready to service me orally. I chain your wrists behind you with a small, smooth chain. Your arms and legs are immobilized. You are ready and eager to service me any way I want. The idea of such an experienced, mature man using you is a super turn on, so much different than those young boys! My erection stands straight up, and your mouth is open to start sucking my cock as I kneel at one end of the bench. You are licking and sucking as I start again to spank you. I love to spank as I'm getting sucked.

I take your pigtails, and hold them like reins, moving your head & mouth up and down my cock to maximum effect. I allow you to suck me to orgasm as I please. I cum in your warm eager young mouth as I hold one pigtail and spank you hard. You swallow my load, and keep sucking and licking until my erection subsides. Even as I come I also want to fuck you sweet tight young little pussy and think about some anus play as well. When I pull out of your mouth, you purse your lips, and I give you a soft kiss... I'm hoping you will be a bad girl again, so you will be sent to my office and I can have you over my knee for another spanking, and use you for more sex.

I slowly untie you, remove the blindfold, and let you get dressed. I tell you that you must keep what happened a secret, just between you and me, but if you need more discipline, call me. You put your skirt on, and you smile as you walk out the door.



Spanking Interviewee #829



Name: Miranda T.

Location: Boston, MA

Q: Tell me about your experiences getting spanked.

Miranda: I've always been intensely withdrawn and kind of socially awkward. In high school, I was a total nerd but as I matured in my early twenties in college, I started to get more confidence. My body developed late and I ended up with really perky breasts and what guys would later call a spankable bottom. Even though I still was socially inept, I channeled all my energy into academics. By the time I was 25, I was already a teaching assistant for a well-known professor at a liberal arts college in New Hampshire. But halfway into the first semester, he took a sudden leave of absence and that was when I met Jacob.

Q: Who is Jacob?

Miranda: He replaced the professor. He was in his early thirties, pure New England prep school type, bright blue eyes and a very rigid perspective of academia. He had studied the Classics, spoke four languages, was a Fullbright scholar and a rising star in his field. He was very intimidating.

Q: How so?

Miranda: He would nit-pick through every paper I graded, grill me about my background and generally make me feel like I didn't match up to him. But, I was also very attracted to him and would fumble through my sentences every time I spoke to him. I felt like a fawning student in awe of the cool, know-it-all teacher. Sometimes when he spoke to me, I would just start daydreaming about being with him.

Q: So what happened?

Miranda: I was in his office one day grading papers with him. It was a Saturday afternoon so there weren't many students or teachers in the building. Our exchanges had become more casual and he liked to joke with me about being the "naughty prodigy" because I was so young but still made silly mistakes. So, he was checking through an essay that I had graded and he told me that I had missed something. I asked him what it was and he told me to come over to his desk and read it again. He gave me a quick knowing look that seemed to insinuate something more than the grading of the paper. I stood up and walked around to his side of the desk, and then bent over to read the part he indicated. I was bent over next to him, just a few inches from where he sat at his big wooden chair. I was wearing a skirt and I noticed right away out of the corner of my eye that he was glancing at me while I was reading.

I finished reading, realized what I had missed and apologized for it. He said, "Don't let it happen again," and then suddenly gave me a light slap on my butt. I made a "oh" noise of surprise, stood up straight and looked at him. My face must have been bright red and I smiled in uncomfortable embarrassment. He gave me that knowing, confident look he gives me and smiled back.

Q: Then what happened?

Miranda: Without the slightest hesitation, he told me to read it out loud, word for word. My hand was almost shaking with nervous excitement when I went to pick up the paper to read it. He suddenly took a hold of my hand and pressed it to his desk. He said, "Bend over and read it." My heart was racing and I laughed awkwardly. I glanced back at him in uncertainty, nearly frozen in fear. He took his other hand and pressed my back forward, bending me over toward the paper. He simply said, "Read it." The moment was so erotic and overwhelming. I began to read the passage quoted in the paper. It was from Ovid's Ars amatoria, a book about how to seduce women and prevent others from stealing them. After I read the first few words, he arched his hand behind me and spanked me on the butt again.

Q: How did you react?

Miranda: I stopped reading and he immediately told me to continue. I began to read again. He stood up and I felt him lift up my skirt. My heart jumped but I didn't try to stop him. I thought I was going to faint. He lifted my skirt like it was totally normal. My voice cracked in fear and insecurity as I tried to keep reading. I could feel my bare thighs exposed and it took all my energy just to swallow. The moment was so intoxicating. He still had one hand holding my hand against his desk when he swung his other hand to spank me. It struck one of my cheeks at the edge of my underwear so that the ends of his fingers slapped against my bare flesh. The sound filled the room and I glanced at the door to make sure it was fully closed.

He told me to keep reading and his hand tightened over my hand. I still remember the exact line I read next: "What you blush to tell, is the most important part of the whole matter." I began to read the line and I felt him delicately pull my underwear between my cheeks so my bare ass was almost entirely exposed. I stopped in the middle of the line and he told me to start again. I began the line again as his palm landed hard on my bare butt. My voice broke into a high-pitch mumble and he told me to begin the line again. His body was hovering just over mine as he continued to spank me over and over as I tried to read the entire line without stopping.

Q: How were you feeling?

Miranda: I could hardly think. I had never expected him to do such a thing, but it was exhilarating. I had fantasized about him many times before but this was very real. It was intimate but felt completely forbidden. I was terrified that someone outside his door could hear but he didn't seem the least bit worried. He didn't hesitate for a moment. He was absolutely unwavering as he told me to read it again and spanked me harder. I finally was able to calm down enough to read the passage in its entirety. I felt him straighten my underwear over my bare butt and pull my skirt back down, and then he released his grip on my hand.

Q: What happened after that?

Miranda: He told me that was good and that I could return to grading papers. I stood up and awkwardly walked back around his desk to my chair. I sat down and looked up at him. He smiled deviously at me, knowing how much I liked what just happened. My face must have been bright red.

Q: Did he say anything to you?

Miranda: Yes. He asked me in a very formal manner, "Do you have any objections to being spanked for future mistakes?" I looked down in embarrassment and then back up at him. The way he said it was so proper but warm, inviting and sexy as hell. I cleared my throat and tried to pretend like I had to think about my answer. I simply replied, "No, that would be fine." There was so much restraint in both of our voices that I thought I was going to burst. He just smiled, nodded his head in confirmation and then went back to grading papers. I did the same, or at least, I tried to do the same.

Q: What do you mean?

Miranda: I could hardly think straight. After a couple of minutes, I excused myself to go to the restroom. My legs were shaking as I walked down the empty hall. When I got to the safety of the women's room, I lifted up my skirt in front of the mirror to look at my reddened butt. The mere sight of it was so thrilling. I felt the front of my panties and they were totally wet. I was so turned on that I wanted to touch myself right there. I went into one of the bathroom stalls and locked it. I placed my back on the closed metal door, slid my hand beneath my underwear and started to fondle myself. I must have had an orgasm in like two minutes. I just re-imagined the scene over and over in my head, still reading the line to myself.

Q: What happened after that incident?

Miranda: Nothing else that day, but there was a class a few days later and he was giving his regular lecture in the large auditorium. I would always attend the class and sit to his side in a desk. I would either be taking notes or passing out handouts. Well, I was supposed to have brought the graded essays to class to return to the students but I had left them in my car. Toward the end of class, he told the students I would now return the papers and I realized I did not have them. I was just so nervous and forgetful around him. So I ran to my car to get the papers and quickly returned. When I got back to the class, he looked at me and then announces to the class, "My naughty prodigy will now return your papers." I couldn't believe he said it in those words. All the students chuckled and my face turned bright red. After that day, he would simply address me as the "naughty prodigy" in front of the whole class. Students must have known something was going on.

Q: How did that make you feel?

Miranda: I felt it was a bit humiliating, almost demeaning, but afterward I would imagine prancing up and down the steps of the auditorium in my skirt and sweater as he called me his "naughty prodigy" and I would get so turned on.

Q: Did he spank you again?

Miranda: Yes. After class, he told me to stop by his house that evening for my spanking for forgetting the papers. He wrote down his address on a slip of paper and gave it to me. It felt like we were crossing a line by meeting at his house. I even looked up my work contract, wondering if it was allowable for staff to be involved.

Q: Was it?

Miranda: I couldn't find anything forbidding it and I was afraid to ask, of course.

Q: So did you go to his house that night?

Miranda: Yes. I was so nervous and it felt so illicit. I must have changed clothes a dozen times. I mean, how is one supposed to dress for a spanking? I ended up deciding on a blue skirt with these accordion-style pleats. It seemed to elicit thoughts of spanking fetishes to me. I wore these frilly white panties underneath that were like tight little shorts. When I got there, I parked a few houses away from his house just in case someone saw my car. I don't know why. When I rung his doorbell and he opened the door, I could smell that he was cooking. He invited me in and asked me if I had eaten dinner yet. I told him that I had not and asked me if I'd like to join him. I casually agreed like it was no big deal but my mind was racing with the thought of the evening turning into something else. He was wearing dark jeans and a tan sweater with a light blue dress shirt underneath. He looked so damn sexy.

I started to follow him toward the kitchen but then he suddenly turned back to me. He said, "Let's get the spanking out of the way then." He turned everything formal in this decisive way, like it was completely normal that his teaching assistant was to be given a spanking before sitting down for dinner. He instructed me to go to his home office, pointing me toward an open door on the other side of the living room. He saw me smile and he said, "Miranda, this is your second infraction. You'll be getting it hard." My heart jumped as his face turned more serious. Then he told me, "Assume the position over my desk with your panties down." He said it in the same formal manner and then turned to go back to the kitchen. My heart was beating a million times a second as I walked to his office. I turned on the light and looked at his desk. It was a large antique oak desk with papers and books stacked on it. I nervously put my hands under my skirt and pulled down my panties to my thighs. I bent over his desk and reached back to flip my skirt up over onto my back. I spread my palms across the smooth lacquered surface of the desk and waited. I could hear him in the kitchen cooking but I couldn't see him. I could only imagine how I looked. I have never felt so exposed. I must have waited fifteen minutes in that position.

Finally, I heard the echoing thud of his footsteps as he walked across the hardwood floor toward me. I stretched out my fingers across the desk and straightened my legs. The wait was the most excruciating thing of all.

When he walked into the room, he simply said, "Miranda, you already know what you did, so I will not waste any time lecturing you." I just nervously replied, "Okay." His hand came down hard across my bare cheek and I jerked from the sudden contact. Then, he began to forcefully spank me on both cheeks as fast as he could. I bent my legs to try and absorb the spankings, but he just pushed my back down against the desk and kept spanking me. I started to breathe in and out to help me to take it but he only spanked me harder. I could feel the perspiration form on my forehead. He was really slapping me hard and I thought I was going to faint for a moment. This went on for a good five minutes without stopping. I kept thinking he was going to stop to rest but he didn't. Finally, I just couldn't take it anymore and I burst out in a moment of panic, "Please. That's enough. I can't take anymore." He gave me a few more hard ones and then stopped. He said to me, "Come in for dinner after you've recovered." Then he walked out of the room.

Q: What happened after that?

Miranda: It was the strangest thing. I took a few minutes to gather my composure and then went into the kitchen. He smiled at me like everything was normal and asked me if I would like a glass of wine. It was as if the spanking hadn't even happened. He started chatting about a movie that he had just seen as he poured the glass of red wine. We sat down to eat and had a really romantic dinner. We talked about school and politics and the news and sports -- everything except for the spanking. It was if he completely separated out from his mind what he had done. I wanted to ask him about it but I didn't. It almost gave an erotic intensity to the dinner. I could feel the warm pain radiating from underneath my skirt.

Q: What happened next?

Miranda: After we finished eating, we were just sitting there drinking wine. We had been casually flirting with each other during dinner and it grew more explicit. There was a tangible sexual tension in the air and finally he just reached over and kissed me. I kissed him back deeply and that triggered both of our impulses. We devoured each other. He pulled me to him and I climbed on top of his lap, wrapping my legs around his body. He was very aggressive and I loved it. He had his hands all over my body. Suddenly he stood up, lifting me into the air and holding onto me with one arm. He reached behind me and swiped the plates to the side of the table, and then set me down on the edge of it. He reached down and just ripped my panties down. I fumbled for his belt and in a matter of seconds, I had my back on the table and he was fucking me. It was so uncontrolled and passionate. I think both of us wanted it from the moment I walked in. We ended up on the floor and we made love for quite a while. It was so good.

Q: Did he spank you during sex?

Miranda: No, not once. I had expected him to but he didn't.

Q: And after that night?

Miranda: Yes, he began to spank me regularly. There was this total separation between his spankings and our romantic relationship. It was as if one part of him was my disciplinary mentor and another part of him was my lover. But I could never totally separate the two. Every time I earned a spanking, it hurt like hell but I would think about having sex with him for the rest of the day. I loved how he kept them very formal. It made me feel like his naughty student. He never tried to make the spankings sexual, but he had to know how much they turned me on. In retrospect, I think he did it intentionally. He knew that it made me want him more because he was so restrained about it.

Q: What did he spank you for in particular?

Miranda: Many, many things. He was extremely meticulous and detailed with everything. My teacher's assistant duties, my thesis work, being on time, reading books he recommended...things like that. He liked to make me read from the Ovid book in Latin when I was at his house. That was the one thing in which the disciplinary and the sexual seemed to cross. He had an old school desk at his house, the kind with the little desk attached to the seat. He would make me sit down at it and pull up my skirt to expose my bare butt. He had this old ruler that was made from this hard wood. Whenever I would mispronounce the Latin words, he would strike it across my bare skin. It was so, so sexy sitting there reading erotic poetry in Latin and being spanked with a ruler. I learned nearly the whole book by heart but ended up with these long red marks across my cheeks by the end of every lesson. After we were done with the session, I would throw myself at him and we would make love. It was the only time I would do that. It was our little thing.

Q: How long did your relationship last?

Miranda: About a year. He ended up taking a position at another college and had to move. We tried to keep seeing each other but the distance became too difficult and the intensity of the affair started to wane. I think that the spankings were more a part of the relationship than we wanted to admit. He was the first older man who I had been with and I was really enamored with the idea of being his naughty girl. Eventually, the fantasy started to wear off, I was too young for him and there were only the spankings. Not that I didn't like them. It still gets me wet just thinking about the first time he bent me over and spanked me while I read Ovid's erotic poetry. It's like a permanent impression on my mind and my ass.



Spanking Jamie



Hi! My name's Ellie. I used to live pretty wild and stupid, but then I had a baby and I decided to try and be smarter. Inside, though, I'm still as impulsive and hungry as ever. Sometimes, to help myself work through the drive without acting out, I sit down to write about it.

Today's is a little more extreme than my usual, but it's been keeping me warm and fuzzy all day. I hope you don't think I'm too twisted. 

In case you're new to my little fantasies, you should know that I'm eighteen and in good shape, but I'm not a skinny little thing or a super model. I work hard to keep my 36C breasts and 34-inch hips nice and shapely, though. I have long dark hair and my eyes shift between chestnut and mahogany depending on the light. I usually wear glasses and a nose-stud, and I almost always dress to show off cleavage.

There's a girl I work with named Jamie. Jamie's a college student, probably a couple years older than me, but with a blue-eyed baby face and big, toothy smile that make her look younger. She has blonde hair the color of straw, usually worn back in a ponytail. She's a few inches taller than my 5'3" and her build is slighter. Her breasts are mere handfuls. 

But Jamie has this terrifyingly cute backside that sets my heart to thumping every time she walks by. If I were a boy, it would be an instant boner, I'm sure. Round and firm enough to hold its shape but soft enough that you can't help wanting to squeeze it. It is a mesmerizing thing of unholy beauty.

I don't really know Jamie very well outside of work, but she has a good girl vibe about her. The one thing I know, from break room conversation, is that she's still a virgin. 

Within the inferno of my dirty mind, this all makes for a wild fantasy, beginning with Jamie's visiting me at my home...

It's Saturday afternoon and no one is around. Jamie has come by to talk to me about college majors as I think about future plans. She's in tight-jeans and a baby-doll shirt and I can see that her tummy and the small of her back lightly tanned, just like the rest of her exposed flesh. I want to lick and suck on every bit of that skin I see. It looks soft and silky.

I'm wearing a denim skirt and a white button-down blouse. I go to the kitchen for some iced tea and when I come back she's looking at me with interest. She blushes, though, and looks away quickly.

I sit next to her on the couch.

She smiles at first, but then she scoots a little further away. She's shy and insecure. I'm at least two years younger than year, but I feel older in this situation. It's a bit of a rush.

We talk about college for a little while, and while the conversation is innocent, my eyes roam freely about her thin body. She mostly keeps her eyes averted, but a few a times I catch her glancing at my cleavage and my legs. Anytime our eyes meet during such a glance, she blushes and looks away again.

"You're very pretty," I say at last, as the school talk starts to dwindle.

"Thanks," she says, her voice soft. "So are you."

I smile. "I like looking at pretty girls. Do you?"

"I suppose."

"You're a virgin, right?"

"Yes." Her voice is quieter.

"Are you pure?" I giggle just a bit. "Or are you naughty inside?"

"What do you mean?" Her mouth must be dry; she's licking her lips.

"Do you sometimes think naughty things when you look at pretty girls?"

She hesitates. She doesn't want to answer. But then she glances at my cleavage and says, "Yes."

"Sweet little virgins aren't supposed to do that," I scold her playfully.

"I knows." She sounds more serious. "But I can't help it."

"Have you ever seen porn?"

"Yes. Some."

"Read dirty stories?"

"Yes," Jamie admits. "Some."

"So you won't be surprised if I say that sweet little virgins with naughty minds need to be punished?"

"Ellie, I . . ." She can't think of how a good, sweet girl should say no to my suggestion, and she stands up to walk away. 

I can't help it. As soon as I see that ass of hers, I swat it.

She yelps and looks back at me.

I swat it again.

"Ellie, what are you . . . "

Now I caress it, adoringly. "It's a thing of beauty. I hate to make it suffer because you have a dirty, filthy mind." I swat it again. "But I have no choice."

She turns around so that I can't have access to her ass anymore, but as she does she's staring right into my cleavage. She steps backwards.

I spread my legs enough that I know she can see my lacy black thong. 

She turns and starts to go. "I need to leave."

I reach and and grab her wrist. I gently tug her back toward me, pulling her onto my lap. She's startled, but she doesn't immediately get up.

She's taller than me and a little older, but her face is young and she's sweet. I caress the small of her back and look up at her face, gazing at her from behind my glasses. "Don't go."

"Ellie . . ." She still can't figure out what to say to me. When her eyes drift from my eyes to my cleavage, like a teenage boy's, I pull her face down to mine, and press my lips against hers. She's started and backs up, just a little. I do it again.

"Have you ever kissed a girl before?" I ask, our mouths all but touching. 

"No. Not before, I mean."

"Did you like it?"

She pauses. "Yes."

My hand draws circles on her back, reassuring and comforting but very sensual. "Would you like to kiss me again?"

"I . . ."

I take it as a hesitant yes and I kiss her once more, this time, parting my lips slightly and offering her the tip of my tongue. She makes a strange noise in her throat, and I slide my tongue into her mouth, immediately increasing the passion of the kiss.

She's finally lost in the moment, and by the time I have sucked her tongue into my own mouth, she is kissing me back. My hand drifts down her back to cup her ass as she sits on my lip. Her hand rests on my chest. Not groping. Not squeezing. Not even caressing. Just resting there, but definitely feeling.

When I finally break the kiss, saliva is strung between our lips. I stare into her eyes. "Did you like that?"

"Yes." Shy and quiet still, but not hesitant.

"Naughty girl," I tease.

She giggles a little. "Yes."

"Come with me," I say, lowering her to her feet.

"Ellie . . . " She's back to hesitating.

I grip her ass passionately and kiss her, then trail my mouth down her throat, kissing her where her neck flows into her shoulder, sucking so hard I give her a hickey. "Come with me."

She does.

I lead her to my bedroom, where I give her no choice. I sit on the edge of my bed, and pull her over my lap, presenting her ass to me. Gorgeous. I caress it through her jeans. "Sweet little virgins aren't supposed to like tongue-kissing other girls."

Jamie giggles again, perhaps enjoying the role of bad girl a little.

I spank her again. She gasps and looks back at me. I spank her a second time. I've never felt anything like her ass. Soft enough to yield to every stroke. Firm enough to spring back to shape instantly without more than a tight jiggle.

I bend down and kiss the small of her back. She shivers. My hand caresses the shape of her ass and then slides down between her legs. She gasps and squirms, but I can feel her warmth through the jeans. 

"Sweet little virgins aren't supposed to get hot over a girl their own age spanking them."

"Ellie . . . Please . . . "

"Please what?" I ask, moving both hands underneath her to fiddle with her pants.

"Please . . ."

"Please stop?" I ask, sliding her pants and panties down as one, exposing her glorious ass.

"Ellie . . ."

"Or please don't stop?" I ask, running my tongue all over her perfectly shaped, smooth, tanned buttocks.

"Oh my... my god."

"Did that feel good?"

"Yes."

I smack her bare ass. "Bad girl." I bend down to kiss the red mark my hand left. "Delicious girl, but bad girl."

She groans again. 

"Bad girl," I say again, spanking her naked rear. For a few moments it's a wild flurry of love and affection poured onto Jamie's ass. One hand caressing and gently squeezing her flesh, the other spanking and smacking. My mouth kissing, licking, sucking, even chewing on her cheeks. It's a chorus of sensual adoration and punishment.

After a few minutes, I can feel her hand rubbing herself between her body and my lap, and I can smell her arousal.

I've never thought about doing what I'm sure I'm going to do, but the drive is irresistable.

I reach back under my pillow and pull out a dildo, the shape of a full, hard, rubber cock.

Jamie gasps. "Is that what really what a man looks like when he's hard?" she asks. "Or do they just look like that in porn?"

I run the tip across her lips. "Why, do you like that?"

"Oh yes," she purrs.

I smack her ass.

She winces.

"Then kiss it," I say.

She kisses it.

I slap her ass cheek, hard.

"Lick it."

She licks it.

I spank her.

"Suck it," I say, pressing it into her mouth.

She takes it into her mouth and gives it a good, slobbery sucking. Every time she moans or makes a noise, I spank her.

When I take it out of her mouth, I squeeze lubricant onto it from a bottle on my bedside.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

I smile at her and move the dildo behind her.

"Wait!" No she's really begging. "Wait. I don't want to loose my virginity now."

"Don't worry," I say, pouring lubricant onto her perfect little asshole, "you'll still be a virgin."

Without waiting, I press the cock into her ass, slowly, steadily, letting its mass spread her flesh. She cries out. It burns. I remember that burning from my first time. I keep pressing. She cries out louder. I begin to use the dildo in her ass just like I like a man's cock used in me.

"Oh my god, it hurts so much," she complains.

Staring at her ass, I ask, "Do you want me to stop?"

"No, anything but that."

I dildo her ass a little more quickly as her flesh becomes accustomed to it. A few moments later, she's screaming again. 

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No." She's panting, looking up at me, staring at my breasts. "No, please don't stop."

Leaving the dildo in her hole, I tug her pants and panties the rest of the way off, and then I carefully turn her into a position where's she's straddling my lap, facing me. She's still staring at my breasts.

I slowly work the dildo in and out. "You see something you want?"

"Yes."

"You really are a bad girl, aren't you?"

"Only for you," she says, unbuttoning my blouse. "Only for you, babe."

Suddenly I wonder who's really been playing whom.

She peels my blouse off, pulls my bra down, and takes the tip of my left tit in her adorable mouth. As she does, she begins rocking her hips with an abrupt back and forth jerk. 

And I know.

She's been playing me.

But I don't care. All I care about is that ass, and how much I want to make the girl attached to it feel good.

One hand keeps the cock moving like a piston in her ass. The other rubs mercilessly at her clit. One of her hands paws at whichever breast she's not sucking on in a given moment. The other is between my own legs, frigging my wet cunt inside my thong.

"Cum for me, baby, cum for me," she begs.

"Oh god, Jamie I love your ass so much." It sounds ridiculous. Juvenile. Cornball. But I don't care. I say it again. "Oh god, Jamie I love your ass so much."

Our climax is a simultaneous eruption of cries and tremors. Neither of us slows down, though or motions become less expertly controlled. Fucking each other through that climax, onto another, and then another. 

When finally Jamie crawls off my lap to lay on my bed on her belly, exhausted, I drop the dildo and stare at her.

And I can't help myself.

I smack her perfect little ass as hard as I possibly can. "Bad girl." And then I kiss the sore spot with wet, supple tenderness. "Good girl."



Spanking Jane



This is a true story that happened very recently, and I describe it here for your pleasure, if you are interested reader.

A while ago on social media I had a contact from a person that I knew a long time ago. In fact it was over thirty years ago that we had had a brief summer relationship. She had recently moved into the small town that I lived in and now wanted to re-establish contact. Over the last few months we had been contacting each other by email and text without our own partners knowing. It seemed that we still had a lot in common as we did when we had met all those years ago. As time went on our communication became more intimate and sensual. It seemed as if we both fed off each other and brought out the worst in each other. We talked about our fantasies and fetishes, and how disillusioned we were in our relationships with our present partners. Jane had even sent me some images when she had been drinking of her rather splendid large breasts. Jane was now fifty and myself a little older, so by now we should have both known what we wanted from life sexually, and from talking to each other it was clear that our partners were not delivering that, and that we were both perhaps in a bit of a rut.

It became apparent in our text and email conversations that Jane in her life had been much more sexually adventuresome than me, trying out many different scenarios, with different people. Her present partner was very 'vanilla' in outlook and it seemed that he was unable to satisfy some of her sexual needs. Jane at times could be very submissive and we talked and described many fantasy situations that turned her on via email. This was a situation that was all new to me. My own sex life with my partner was virtually non-existent, and Jane excited me and turned me on. How to deal with a submissive person was new territory for me and was a world that I knew very little about, but one which I found exciting and intriguing.

After many months of 'talking' via email and text we decided to meet up in a local pub and have a drink and a chat together. I knew where Jane lived and it was not too far away from me so I arranged that I would drive round, pick her up and take her to the pub in the early evening. Her partner was working away and was not due home until late so we could enjoy each other's company and have a good chat in a public area.

As arranged I drove round to Jane's house to pick her up for the drink. I rang the doorbell and she opened the door to let me in. She looked so sexy wearing a light summer cotton dress with a low cut top which accentuated her large breasts. She was obviously pleased to see me and invited me in through the front door to the hall of her house. She then went through to the sitting room to pick up her bag and keys.

As I was waiting in the hall for her to gather her things she called out from the sitting room, 'Aren't you going to kiss me then?'

'You never know where that might lead to.' I jokingly replied.

She turned and came towards me. I held my arms open and she embraced me. Our lips met and I pressed my tongue between her soft lips exploring her warm, wet mouth. It seemed her body was almost shaking in my arms. As we kissed I gently forced her back so that she was leaning against the hall wall. My hands ran up the side of her body then alternated between gently kneading the soft flesh of her buttocks through her thin cotton dress. I could feel her respond as I kissed and caressed her. She pushed her hips forward pressing her pubic area into me, feeling my hard aroused length pressing between us. 

As we deeply kissed, exploring each other's mouths and lips with our swirling tongues I moved my hands slowly and sensuously over her body. I pushed my hand between us and felt the voluminous curve of her breast underneath the thin material of the summer dress and bra that she was wearing. My fingers found, and flicked a very stiff nipple making her gasp between our kissing lips. I pinched the stiff bud of flesh between my fingers, evoking an immediate response as she ground her pelvis even harder against my now very stiff cock. 

Her breathing was becoming deeper and more erratic so we had to break our kiss for air. I ran my hands over her bottom and buttock cheeks gently squeezing and massaging the soft flesh with my palms. All the time we were staring into each other's eyes feeling the sexual tension. It was almost hanging in the air between us and we knew something exciting was going to happen.

I took the initiative and pulled her sideways so that she was now positioned at the bottom of the flight of stairs which ran up to the first floor of her house from the hallway inside the front door. 

'Turn round,' I commanded. I could hardly believe that I was actually talking to Jane like this! And in silence she did exactly as I told her. She was now standing at the bottom of her stairs with her back to me. I put my hand in the middle of her shoulder blades and pushed her forwards. She seemed to know what I wanted and she reached out with her hands and pushed her body forwards on the stairs, now bending over with her large sexy bottom directly in front of me.

I took in the view - this extremely sexy mature lady willingly bending over on the stairs in front of me. This was all a new experience for me and very different to what I was used to. However I knew what I wanted to do next... and ultimately what was going to happen to Jane.

The silence was long and heavy, so I took control and flicked her dress up around her waist. I pulled it higher out of the way exposing her white lacy knickers encasing the plump curves of her buttocks. I looked at her helpless form bent over in front of me and realised I was now in complete control of the situation. I was free to do what I wanted with the subservient sexy little bitch.

I ran my fingers up her inner thighs teasing her. Her body literally quivered under my touch and her legs were trembling. She must have been wondering what I was going to do next. My finger nails traced a delicate pattern on the back of her legs from her knees upwards pausing on the sensitive area of her inner thighs; I could hear her laboured heavy breathing although her head was pushed forward and leaning on the carpeted stairs in front of me. Quickly and without warning I used my open hand to smack her left buttock cheek, quickly followed by a sharp smack to the right cheek. She moaned out load as contact was made on her flesh.

I did not want to continue to smack her through the material so I pulled her white panties down exposing the pale white globes of her soft curvy bottom. I had to manipulate her legs to pull the panties all the way down. She knew what I was trying to do and helped me, finally flicking the flimsy white material away from her ankles. She was now naked on the lower half of her body, with her cotton dress wrapped out of the way round her waist. I marvelled at her pale white skin and how smooth her bottom looked.

'Spread' I instinctively said, and I watched as she immediately spread her knees farther apart. I placed my hands on her inner thighs and pushed her legs apart as far as they would go. I now slapped her inner thighs with quick short strokes of my hands, raining little blows on each side of her inner legs. As each slap made contact I heard a little whimper as she quietly moaned with her head buried in the stair carpet. I moved my attention from the inside of her thighs, and as before hit her now naked bottom with quick sharp slaps to each buttock. 

Her bottom was raised high in front of me and I could see a pinky red area starting to appear on each buttock where my hand had just made contact. I used my hands and fingers to caress each cheek, gently tracing a pattern over the red sensitive area. Jane was still slightly shaking and moaning lightly as I gently stroked her. I could not resist pulling her buttock cheeks apart revealing the tight little puckered star of her anus, exposing her private area lewdly to my gaze.

With her legs apart I pushed my hand between her legs and under her and felt the stubbly area of her pubic region. She had obviously shaved, or trimmed her pussy fairly recently and her pubic hair was now growing back in a covering of bristly stubble. I let my finger gently brush her pussy slit and felt her moistness. She moaned out loud as my finger made contact with her soft pussy lips I slapped her buttock hard again for that. The sound resonating heavy in the air like a loud rifle crack.

Again I slapped her buttocks hard raining three of four strokes on each side. I called her a dirty slut as I hit her and she moaned again. The more I called her a slut and a dirty whore the more she seemed to respond! Her bottom was now reddening nicely and a warm blush of colour was spreading over both of her cheeks, contrasting with the pale colour of her lower back and underneath, her thighs. She looked so sexy spread in front of me.

Again I moved my hand between her open legs and felt her rough stubbly pubic area. A finger slid so easily between her slippery long lips. She was so wet. I slipped another finger into her welcoming sticky hole. It was so easy to open her up and feel deep inside her. Her pussy was literally dripping juices onto my fingers and hand. As I fingered her from behind she pushed herself back obviously feeling my fingers penetrating deeper inside her. As I thrust in and out of her she moaned and whimpered. I pulled my fingers from inside her and again unleashed three sharp slaps onto each of her buttocks.

As this was all a new experience for me and not quite sure what, and how far to go I decided to stop spanking her. In our texts and emails we had not discussed spankings in great detail, so I was unsure how much pain she wanted to endure. Or for how long she wished this to continue.

'Turn round' I said, and then watched as she moved her position round to face me, still lying back on the stairs exposed to me. I gazed at her, her breathing was almost panting and her cheeks were flushed red. She looked so sexy.

'Move up' I told her. Again she moved her body up the stairs a little until she was in the correct position for me. As I knelt on the floor and she leaned back on the stairs her pubic region would now be in reach of my face and mouth. I could smell the heady aroma of her musky arousal as her pussy oozed its juices. I pushed her thin cotton dress up again bunching it at her waist so that the naked bottom half of her body was fully exposed for me.

She looked fantastic as she lay back on the stairs, with her legs parted as much as the position would allow. I took in her stubbly bristly mons, and gazed at the pinkness of her sticky hole as it just showed between her long aroused love lips. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to feast on this woman!

I leant forward gently brushing my tongue up her slit, feeling it open up even more under the soft pressure. As my tongue and lips made contact with her pussy she moaned and her thighs seemed to flinch as I touched her. I spread her lips further apart with my tongue and probed her deep sticky depths. As I lapped and tasted her wet juices she panted and moaned and I enjoyed the musky flavour of her womanhood. My tongue found its way up to her engorged stiff little clit and I circled it, enjoying the taste and the sensations. She was now pushing her pussy and grinding it against my face as I ate her, smearing her juices all over my lips and chin as she leaked so much wetness with her arousal. She tasted so sweet.

Although I had been concentrating on stimulating her clit I sensed that she was not nearing her orgasm yet. I wanted to see her come. I wanted to watch as she reached her peak and orgasmed. 

'Make yourself come for me,' I commanded as I licked the wetness from my lips and stopped tasting her creamy pussy. She immediately responded and her hand snaked its way down between her open legs. I watched as she gathered some moistness from her slit then began to circle her clit with her fingers, slowly at first then gathering a faster rhythm as she caressed and stimulated herself. My hand reached up and cupped her breast through the material of her bra and dress. I roughly squeezed and pinched at her stiff nipple, kneading the soft flesh.

'Put your fingers inside me' Jane pleaded. She obviously knew what she needed to take herself over the edge and wanted to make herself come. Still roughly kneading her breast, with my other hand I easily slipped two fingers inside her sopping wet pussy. As I massaged deep inside her she lifted her pelvis to meet my thrusting fingers. Her own hand and fingers were now vigorously rubbing and circling her clit. As I roughly thrust my fingers in and out of her juicy cunt, and squeezed her tit she moaned loudly and her body quivered and shook as a large orgasm washed over her. I felt her spasm and her vaginal walls contract on my fingers inside her as her juices flowed out over my hand. 

It took Jane a few seconds to recover. She made soft little whimpering noises in the back of her throat, and her body seemed to be trembling. I reached behind me and found her panties on the floor where they had earlier been discarded from around her ankles. I gently threw them at her and called her a slut. She smiled wickedly.

'You had better wash your hands before we go out.' She said as she looked me in the eyes, smiling!

This happened a few days ago now. Unfortunately not long after I had a short text from Jane which stated that she felt things had gone much too far and that she did not want anything to happen again. She wanted to stop all of our communication apart from boring vanilla discussions about sport and the weather, and remain on terms only as friends. I have to respect her wishes and since that occasion there has been no futher sexual contact or sexy communication between us. I am hoping that in the future things will change and we can resume - it's as if we still need each other.



Spanking Jay



"Let's stop here." 

"Jay, I'm tired of being in the car." Melissa gazed out of the car window. 

"We're out in the middle of nowhere. We can pull over, get the picnic, walk for a few minutes then have something to eat and relax. Then find the place. It's on this road – County road 67, we just haven't driven far enough."

Jay pulled the car over to the verdant shoulder, and turned the engine off. He turned to look at his passenger, his fiance'. He'd asked her to marry him last night at dinner. 

After a bottle of champagne and many congratulations from the watching patrons in Chez Gaston, he'd sprung the second half of the surprise, a long weekend at a bed and breakfast in the country. His sister and her boyfriend were at the house, so there were no worries about the cat, the dog or the leaky toilet.

Melissa was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and the horniest woman he'd ever been with. The things they had done, even within sight and sound of his sister. One of the things that had made Jay ask Melissa to share the rest of his life was her sexiness. 

Now they were somewhere on County Road 67 in Vermont, looking for the Green Havens Bed and Breakfast, where he had booked the best suite in the house in anticipation of her acquiescing. The lady he had talked to had been really nice, emailed him good directions, and called back to confirm their reservation on Thursday afternoon.

She'd said she and her husband might be out working in the gardens if they arrived during the day on Saturday, just to look for the key to their room, #7, hanging on a hook under the lantern on the porch.

Now Melissa wanted to stop and have a picnic. All Jay could think about was the rather short skirt she'd gotten in the car wearing this morning. His cock twitched as he watched her undo the seatbelt and swing the car door open.

She opened the back door and grabbed the backpack that she'd stowed lunch in. Sandwiches and some salad, with fresh strawberries for dessert along with ice cold tea in the Thermos would keep them going till they found the bed and breakfast. Jay had been so excited telling her about it. Now he was 10 yards away, carrying the blanket towards a shady spot under a huge maple tree.

They'd both been hungrier than they realized, and had decimated the picnic; the backpack filled up with wrappings and the now empty thermos. 

Jay reached over to Melissa's bare thigh, and ran a finger up below the hem.

"Hmmmmmmmm. I wondered when the skirt would get the best of you," she said. "I'm surprised it's taken this long. Wanna find out what's under it?" 

"Yes...but I want a kiss first." Melissa leaned over and their mouths met. Jays' hand slid up the back of her thigh, baring a pert round ass for the sky and the birds. The kiss slid back and forth between them...mouths going from mouth to ear, to neck, and back again, while fingers unbuttoned shirts, and unclasped her bra. Jay reached beneath the skirt again to cup Melissa's plump mound, then pushed a finger into her wet slit. 

"Now I'm going to have dessert" and gently rolled his beautiful bride to be over on her back, then moved to kneel between her spread legs. 

He could smell her scent as he dove towards her pussy. Using his hands to peel her pussy open, he tongued her clit, and buried his face in her. Melissa's hips moved in time with his tongue.

She was always wet and that drove him crazy. He lapped up her juices and sucked her swollen clit, biting gently and raking his mouth up her tender flesh. The moans and gasps were a symphony mixed with the birdsong, and soon Melissa was headed for the top. She clenched her thighs on either side of his head as she came, and he could feel her taut, tan thigh muscles jerk. His cock was like steel, and all he wanted now was to slide into her. His head released from her thighs, he moved up her curvy body, and as she wrapped thighs and arms around him in a new way, he filled her full of cock. He couldn't last long this time, and fucked Melissa hard and fast, her breath in his ear, her fingernails digging into his back to hold on. He came violently, and fell onto her. They lay together, soaking up the sun, listening to the birds.

"Jay! Jay! Get up! It's going to be dark soon, we must have fallen asleep." 

Melissa's voice broke through, and as he moved from dark to light, Jay realized what she said was true. They needed to get moving, and find that bed and breakfast before it got truly country dark. 

It appeared from around a bend – and it was magnificent. It was as though someone had set a huge antebellum home from Virginia or North Carolina down in a pasture in Vermont. At least three stories, huge bay windows, a porch that wrapped around 3 sides, hung with overflowing baskets of greenery.  They followed the drive, as Mrs. Green had directed, and parked in front of an outbuilding. They could see lights on in the house, but no one had come out yet.  Carrying their bag, Jay led Melissa along the path beside the house, then through the front garden. It was a riotous explosion of dimmed color, and especially now, at dusk, full of fragrance.  The lantern at the front door was electric and brightly humming, Jay could see the key hanging from the hook, #7 inscribed on a small brass plate on the ring.

"Funny they haven't come to make sure it's us." Melissa said quietly.

"Mrs. Green said that they work in the garden and then come in, get cleaned up, have dinner and settle for the night, so they might be in their part of the house, and not have heard us."

"I still think they'd have heard us," Melissa whispered. "How about we go put our bag in the room, and then come down and announce ourselves? Surely Mrs. Green will come and make sure it's us, and that the room is okay."

The room was better than okay – it was fantastic. The bed was massive, a white wooden four-poster, with decorative rings to hold the draperies, mounds of pillows and a green and white quilt. There was a small sitting area in front of the fireplace, and the bathroom was completely modern, marble and tile in light and dark green, with a two-person Jacuzzi bathtub. It wasn't a wonder they called it the Honeymoon Suite. Jay's mind whirled with things he could do to Melissa in this room.

"Honey – it's a great room. Thank you so much for this weekend. Now lets go announce ourselves."

They made their way back down the staircase, and into the wide hall.  A glance into the first room showed what could only be the "parlor". Two couches facing each other was all the soft light showed.

A bit further in, they could hear the crackle of a fireplace through the next open door, and found another room with a single couch, two wing chairs, a huge central chest, obviously serving as a table, and a tall grandfather clock, pendulum swaying to beat out the time. At the doorway Jay called "Mrs. Green? Mr. Green? We're here. Just wanted to let you know." The only sound was the tick of the clock.

Melissa and Jay took a step inside, to look further into the room. The windows were open, and the evening air was a touch chilly, but pleasant.

"Let's sit for a moment, maybe they were in the shower, or something" Melissa supposed, "we could have caught them by surprise."

They sat on the couch, and Jay was reminded of their earlier love, as Melissa's skirt rode up her thighs. 

"Hey," Jay whispered, "Remember what we did at your sisters last week?" 

A tiny hint of blush crept up Melissa's cheeks at remembering what they'd done; Jay had fingered her, sitting on her sisters' couch, while Sissy had done a load of laundry in the other room. They'd both been so turned on when they finally left that Melissa had sucked Jay's cock in the car. They'd fucked in the entranceway of Jay's apartment.

Jay brushed his fingers up her thigh now, and to his dismay – Melissa shot him a look of impatience. 

"Not now! Not here! What if they came in?" she hissed.  "They might not even be here, relax," 

He pulled her close for a kiss, his hand sliding further up her skirt, brushing still damp pubes. He groaned as she massaged his cock through his jeans. 

"Jay – we're going to get caught!"

A voice tinged with the British Isles intoned, "Oh my dear, much too late for that, you've already been caught!" 

Melissa and Jay turned to the doorway, where Mr. And Mrs. Green stood gazing at them.

Jays first thought was "Geez...that's Mrs. Green?" 

He'd expected a short, rather round grandmotherly type lady, the woman that stood in the doorway was none of those things, and she had on the most amazing gown. It was sheer, he could see her nipples through the black fabric, and she wore a satin corset cinched beneath her breasts, which reached down to her hips, where the black mesh resumed its flow down to the floor.

"Ummmmmmmmm. Mrs. Green. Uh, we just wanted to let you know we were here," stammered Jay. 

A quick glance at Melissa showed a blushing red face. As he looked at her, she yanked her skirt down.

"No need to be embarrassed children. You're here now, and we'll see where that goes." 

Mrs. Green moved toward the couch, and settled herself on the other side of Jay. 

"This is my husband, Mr. Green – Darling, how about the chair?" 

Mr. Green was tall and well built, and carried himself much more youthfully than his silver hair implied. He was wearing a dark green robe, and Jay could see black pajama bottom legs. He sat in the chair, legs spread wide.

"Melissa, isn't it, dear?" purred Mrs. Green.

"Yesssss" Melissa stammered. 

"Mr. Green and I are glad you are here, but we don't tolerate sexual activities in our parlours, unless we are involved. I believe Jay is the instigator in your little transgression, so I suggest that you go and sit with Mr. Green, while I talk to Jay."

Melissa moved towards the other chair. 

"No, dear," Mr. Green said, "Here, between my knees." 

Melissa looked to Jay, as the situation became stranger and stranger by the moment. 

"Just sit Melissa, I'm sure this is all just a bit of fun." Jay grinned at Melissa.

"Oh yes dearie, just a bit of fun." Mrs. Green echoed. 

Melissa moved towards the man sitting in the chair, and knelt between his knees, facing Jay and this woman on the couch. 

Mr. Green bent toward her and murmured in her ear. "Spread your knees dear, sit on your heels, pull your skirt up high. Jay will want to see your pretty pussy." 

"Now Jay, do tell Mr. Green and myself, exactly what possessed you? Do you often come into strange surroundings and comport yourself like that?"

"I think you need to tell us about all the naughty things you and Melissa have been getting up to." "NOW, please."

Jays gaze slid down Mrs. Green's body, to her feet, clad in high-heeled bedroom slippers, her toenails were pink. His cock, hard from Melissa's recent massage, jerked. 

"Ummmmmmm...We were making out on your couch. Uhhhh...we made love this afternoon in a field, about 10 miles from here. Errrr, last week I frigged her sitting on her sister's couch. We were hiding under a blanket for that one, though. She sucked my cock in the car, then I fucked the shit out of her in the hallway of my apartment."

Mrs. Green's fingers plucked at the skirt of her gown, pulling the hem toward her knees. " Is that all, Jay? You're quite sure?"

"Ummmmmmm...yes, I think so."  "Well, I believe that since you find my parlor an appropriate place to indulge your sexual urges, I will indulge as well. Get undressed. Now."

It was either the tone of her voice, or the idea lurking at the back of Jay's mind that said he might just be in for something amazing if he just did what he was told.

"Yes ma'am." His fingers worked his belt buckle, then pushed jeans and boxers to his ankles. He pulled his tee over his head and dropped it on the floor. He worked his shoes off, and pushed the discarded clothes to the floor. His hard cock stuck straight out from his body.

"Jay – what are you doing?" Melissa hissed.

"Ah...do you wish to be naked as well? Mrs. Green asked Melissa, when Jay didn't answer her question.

"NO! What are you doing? Why are you making Jay get undressed?" Melissa spat.

"Jay is going to have his ass paddled, and we'll see what happens after that."

"Jay, I think you'd better speak to your fiance." Mrs. Green rapped. 

Jay turned to Melissa, "Just do what they say, and trust me. Nothing that will make you hate me for the rest of your life is going to happen."

Melissa quieted, and Jay saw Mr. Green bend forward to whisper in Melissa's ear as he turned back to face Mrs. Green.

"Come here." Mrs. Green commanded.  Jay took two steps back toward her, and Mrs. Green reached out and grabbed Jay's cock, then pulled him toward her.

"Lay down, across my lap, your cock goes between my thighs, just above the knee." Her thighs tightened like a vice lined in silk.

"You are going to look at Melissa's pussy and breasts while I spank your ass Jay."

SMACK! The first blow is completely unexpected, and accompanied by a squeezing together of Mrs. Green's thighs.

Jay faced Melissa, and watched her eyes widen and her tongue trace her mouth, back and forth. The smacks rained down and a moan escaped from him. Calling Green Havens B&B might turn out to be the best thing he'd done this year. Wait, no, he thought, second best. Asking Melissa to marry him would still be number one.

""Hmmmmmm. Had enough Jay?" Mrs. Green asked, rubbing her index finger up and down the valley between his ass cheeks. "Your ass cheeks are a bit pink, and quite warm. How does it feel?"

"I love how it feels, ma'am. Please spank me some more." He mumbled into her thigh.

"Very well Jay, but I'm going to switch to a paddle, you'll feel more and I promise it will sting."

Keeping Jay stretched across her lap; she reached toward the chest, and opened the side of it. A number of leather paddles and whips lay inside. Jay stared at Melissa, her head now thrown back, knees spread wide, and Mr. Green's hands pinching and pulling at her puffy pink nipples. She leaned further back, and opened her mouth wide, and as Jay watched, Mr. Green began to rub his hefty cock all over his fiancé's face.

"Melissa dear – turn around, and face Mr. Green, so you can properly take his cock in your mouth" Mrs. Green instructed. 

"Jay, spread your legs just a bit." 

Jay felt Mrs. Green's hand reach between his outstretched legs, and massage his balls. He was going to shoot soon, probably right between her thighs.

"Melissa – all fours please dear, spread wide, so Jay and I can see your pretty pussy and ass. I'm going to give him 10 licks with this paddle, and I want him to enjoy it."

Jay stared at his wife to be – she was sucking Mr. Green's fat cock and obviously enjoying it.

The first smack with the paddle surprised him again, and at stroke seven, his cock began to twitch uncontrollably. She paused. 

"Are you going to come from me paddling you, young man?" 

Jay bit his lips, and nodded at this amazing woman who had his cock so hard it was dripping like a faucet. 

"Alright then – when I say, on the tenth stroke, you may come." The paddle fell and Jay felt his cock heat up even more, if that were possible. Mrs. Green counted out the strokes from some far away place, all he could feel was his hot ass and his throbbing cock.

"Eight" his cock felt like it was full of molten iron, and his balls had never ached like this. 

"Nine" The sensation of every muscle in his body stiffening started his orgasm. 

"Ten. Come now Jay." as the paddle fell and his stinging bright red ass bounced, the jism began to jet out of his cock, trapped in Mrs. Green's thighs. He jerked, again and again, cum spurting everywhere.

He felt one of her hands on the back of his head.

"Do not move. Look at your girlfriend." 

Mrs. Greens' other hand was buried in her sex, and he could feel her shivers. Jay had completely lost sight of his fiance; Mr. Greens cock was now completely down her throat, his hands buried in her blonde waves. He was guiding her head up and down his cock, while her hands worked between her legs. As they watched, Mr. Green began to moan, and Melissa's fingers worked her clit frantically. 

Mr. Green let go of her head, and as she pulled back, his cum rolled out of the head of his cock and into her open mouth, onto her tongue, dribbling down her chin to her bare breasts. She cried out as her own orgasm overtook her. As Melissa's cries softened to whimpers, Mrs. Green spoke huskily.

"We're very glad you're here. Breakfast is served at 8:30 am; we'll expect you then. We have quite a weekend planned for you."



Spanking Jessica Alba



Now, I don't know if Jessica Alba likes to be spanked, but a guy can dream, can't he?

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The ad read "Dashing, young college guy looking for a cute yet naughty girl to discipline. About me: 23 years old, Latino, average height/medium build (5'5" 180 lbs.), full-time college student, have my own place near downtown LA that's safe and discreet/private. Please be between 19 and 28". I posted the ad on Craigslist one day when I got home from work.

The ad was up for a week, as is Craigslist standard. I received a few responses, five to be exact. The first two were the usual spam that Craigslist posters expect. The third came for a chick in Glendale that threatened to hunt me down and rip my nuts off. The forth was from a UCLA sophomore wondering if I would be willing to give him a good, bare-bottom spanking (but that's another story). The fifth response was from Jess.

The e-mail seems innocent enough that I was inclined to believe that Jess was a real person, and might actually even be a real woman. "Hi, I'm Jess." she wrote. "I'm 25 and live in the L.A. area. I'm an actress (maybe you've seen some of my work). I've never done anything like this before and I bet my boyfriend would freak-out if he ever found out. I've never got a spanking as an adult. I wish my bf would be willing to take me over his knee and spank me, but even if I told him, I doubt he would. Anyways, you seem like a cool guy and maybe we could get together someday and you can help me make some of my fantasies come true. Xoxoxo, jess."

I posted Sunday night and when I saw Jess' e-mail in my inbox on Friday night, I wasted no time in responding. "Jess, I faced a similar situation with my former girlfriend. No matter how hard I tried, I never could tell her how much I love spankings and if she would let me give her a good spanking. I would like to help you get over your fear of telling your boyfriend about your desires. If anything, I'll be happy to take you over my knee and give you a good spanking. Anyways, what do you say we exchange a few im's and get to know each other? -JV."

I gave Jess my screen name and later that night, while I was instant messaging some of my friends, I got a message from Jess. A window popped up with just two letters: JV. I recognized her screen name from her e-mail address.

"Hey Jess. What's up?" I wrote.

"Hey JV. Nothing much, just chilling at home." She responded. "So what school do you got to?"

"Actually, I go to school back home in San Francisco." I said. "I'm taking a leave of absence this year since my job required me to move to LA for about a year."

"Wow. I thought you said you lived in LA?"

"I do live in LA. Right now. My job has me down here for at least a year. I plan on moving back to the city probably within the year."

"So where do you work?" Jess asked me.

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"Haha, mmmkay."

"Hey.... you laughed!" I responded. 

"Lol, sorry. So yeah, where do you work?"

"I actually work for the Union Pacific Railroad. I'm a freight conductor."

"Haha, so you like drive trains?"

"No, I'm only a conductor, not an engineer. So you're really an actress?"

"Yup yup."

The conversation went on from there. We told each other about our childhoods, what schools we used to go to and all the trouble we used to get into as kids. After nearly, two hours, I felt comfortable asking her about the e-mail she sent me.

"So, you like being spanked."

"Hehe. Yeah!"

"Such a naughty girl!" I kidded her.

"Oh, you have no idea! =)"

We im'ed each other several more times during the next week. Finally, I asked her when we could meet.

"Um, well, maybe it would be best if I come over to your place." Jess told me.

"Sure. I live in downtown LA, near Union Station. It's a little cottage, separate from the main house, so we don't have to worry about making too much noise. Plus, it has a private entrance off a back alley."

"Perfect. By the way, you know my last name right?"

"Uh, actually, no. You haven't told me."

"It's Alba."

"Alba... like Jessica Alba?"

"Yup yup, that me!! =)"

"Riiiiight!"

"I'm serious. Here, let me turn on my web cam."

OMG!!! It was true. There in front of me, on my computer screen was Jessica Alba. The Jessica Alba! 

"Told you! hahaha"

I was stunned. Speechless. And in pain- I actually fell out of my chair! Jessica Alba, herself, had e-mailed me. For almost two weeks, I had been chatting with the Jessica Alba!!!! Jessica Alba knew about all the crazy stuff I did as a kid. And on top of that, she wanted me to spank her!!!! 

"Awww. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," she typed. "I hope that didn't hurt too much."

I guess she must have seen me fall out the chair when I had turned on my web cam. 

After I got over the shock of finding out that my honey Jessica Alba was talking to me, we worked out the details. Yes, I was going to have to opportunity to give a spanking to the hottest girl in the world- who I've had a crush on ever since I saw her in Dark Angel senior year of high school. She was coming over to my place Sunday night.

The next day, I did everything to make sure that I did not have to work Sunday night. I went home and seriously cleaned the place up. Jessica Alba was coming over! My house had to be perfect! One final preparation had not been made. See, during our chatting, Jessica told me that she had always fantasized about being spanked with a hairbrush. So naturally, I needed a hairbrush. Sunday afternoon, I set off on a mission: buying a new hairbrush. I didn't have to look far. Down the street, the local Rite Aid had just what I was looking for. It was perfect. A medium size hairbrush, it was just a bit bigger than my hand, and it was made out of natural wood! 

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We had agreed to meet at 8pm. around quarter to eight I started to get nervous; by 7:59 I was a nervous wreck. I heard a car pull up in the alley next to the house. I went to the window to look out. There she was. My honey Jessica Alba was at my house, coming to me for a spanking!

She looked so hot! She was wearing a white skirt that came down to just above her ankles, a light green polo shirt and a denim jacket. She had the cutest pair of flip-flops on. "I wonder what color panties she's wearing" I thought to myself. "Oh well, guess I'll find out soon." 

KNOCK KNOCK

I nearly had a stroke!! 

"Hey JV." Jessica said as I opened the door.

"Miss Alba. It's a pleasure to meet you." I managed to stutter out.

"Dude, it Jessica." She said as she playfully slapped me on the shoulder.

"Jessica, come in please." I said, holding the door opened and ushering her in. "Can I offer you something to drink?"

"Um, yeah some water would be cool."

"Sure thing. Have a seat and make yourself at home." I said as I quickly ran to the kitchen and grabbed a glass out of the cupboard. When I had gone out to buy the hairbrush I also stopped to pick-up a few bottles of water for the cooler.

"So you live alone?" Jessica asked.

"Yeah. Well, I don't spend a lot of time here anyways. My job keeps me busy all hours of the day. Actually, today was the first whole day off I had in a few weeks."

"Got a girl-friend?"

"Yup, but she's back home in San Francisco."

"Does she know about you spanking me tonight?"

"Yeah, I felt uncomfortable not telling her, but I didn't tell her exactly who I was spanking tonight. Besides, if she eventually got used to the life-size poster of you I had over my bed in college, I'm sure she wouldn't mind me giving you a spanking."

"Haha." Jessica laughed as I gave her the glass of water. "You boys are all alike. Come on now, you seriously had a poster of me over you bed?" Jessica asked me, flashing that smile of her that just melts my heart.

"Yup" I blushed." I wasn't really life size, it was actually just a few framed 8x10s of you from your Maxim photo shoot back in 2000 and from 2003."

"You still have them?"

"Yeah, but they're back home."

"Boys!" Jessica said, rolling her eyes.

We sat and talked for a while. Finally, our conversation turned to address the subject for the evening.

Never being one for transitions, I directly asked her "So, Jessica, are you ready for your spanking?" making direct eye contact. I love her beautiful, dark brown eyes. She quickly blushed, and lowered her gaze.

"Yes sir. I've been a naughty girl and I need a good spanking."

Wow, the girl of my dream just called me sir!

"I see. Well Jessica, you understand that this spanking will be hard, and it will hurt and you will most likely cry. I will take you over my knee, and spank your bare-bottom until you are one sorry, well-spanked, little girl."

"I understand."

"As I told you before, this is a very private cottage, which also happens to deafen sound well. You can cry or scream all you want, no one will hear you other than you and me."

"Okay."

"Finally, what is the safe word that you want to use?"

"Red."

"Red it is. Jessica, no matter how much you tell me it hurts or how many times you beg me to stop, I will not stop. A spanking is supposed to hurt. I will make sure that you will be well spanked tonight. I will only stop spanking you if you use the safe word. Do you understand?"

"Yeah JV. Totally!"

"Well Jessica, do you have anything you want to ask me?" We had agreed that she would have to ask me to spank her. She paused for a bit and finally said the words I had been dying to hear all week.

"JV, please spank me." 

"Jessica, please look me in the eyes." I responded.

She slowly raised her eyes to make eye contact. I could see a bit of fear in her eyes but I could also sense her excitement. "Please JV" she repeated, "I would like you to spank me. I've been a naughty girl and need a bare-bottom spanking to help me behave."

"Very well. Stand up please Jessica and hang your jacket on the hook on the door."

As she stood up and walked to the door, taking off her jacket, I took a straight-back chair from the table and placed it in the middle of the room.

"Once you hang up your jacket, please come stand here. Oh, and please take off you shoes."

Having hung up her jacket and left flip-flops next to the door, Jessica walked over and stood in front of me as I sat in the chair. I looked up at her. She had her hands clasped behind her, hanging her head and staring at the floor and her feet.

"Jessica, please look up at me," I said. "What have you done to deserve this spanking?"

"I've been a naughty girl."

"And how have you been a naughty girl?"

"Well, I have been sort of cheating on my boyfriend."

This I was not expecting.

"It's not what you think. Sometimes, a girl just has to have some fun with her vibrator."

"I see." Did Jessica Alba just tell me about her masturbating habits?

"And?"

"And, I haven't been truthful with him about my desires."

"Yes Jessica. We have to do something about that. You have been a naughty girl keeping this from your boyfriend. The masturbation we can overlook, but I cannot allow you to keep this secret from your boyfriend any longer. You will be spanked tonight. I will give you a spanking that you will not soon forget."

"Yes sir, I understand." Jessica said wit a few sniffles.

"Please come over here." I pointed to my right side. "Jessica, I will begin by spanking you with my hand over you skirt. I will then move on to spanking you with my hand over you panties and then on your bare-bottom. I expect you to co-operate fully. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir." she replied as he nodded.

"Very well then, please lower yourself across my lap." I was in heaven. Here was Jessica Alba, the hottest girl alive, placing herself over my lap. I still could not believe it. I place my left arm around her waist as I adjusted her butt in my lap. With my right hand, I smoothed out the fabric of her skirt over her bottom, seeing the outline of her panties through the thin fabric, and taking a moment to rub her bottom through the fabric of her skirt.

"Jessica, are you ready?"

"Yes sir. I am ready."

"For what?"

"For my spanking, sir. I am ready for my spanking," she said, lying across my lap, her hands on the floor.

I was ready to begin. After rubbing her bottom, I lifted my hand and began to gently pat her butt. Finally, I raised my hand and struck her right cheek. 

Spank

I raised my hand again, and brought it down hard, as I heard Jessica grunt quietly as my hand landed square in the middle of her left cheek. I began spanking her at a moderate pace, about a spank every three to four seconds, alternating right cheek, left cheek, right cheek, left cheek. Spank, spank, spank, spank. I kept spanking her with my hand over her skirt and panties. They weren't hard smacks- most were medium hard or fairly light. Some were even "love taps". I was planning on warming up her buns before we moved on the real spanking!

After almost five minutes. I stopped.

"That's it?" Jessica asked.

"Oh no, my dear, we're just getting started!" I replied as I reached down near her ankles to grab the hem of her skirt. I went ahead and flipped the skirt up, tucking the hem under the waistband and rising up the rest of her skirt to expose her grey panties. 

Words cannot even begin to describe the way that Jessica's bottom filled out her panties. The fabric was tight against her skin and I took a moment to admire her cute butt! I placed my hand on the center of Jessica's butt and asked her "Are you ready to continue your spanking?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?" I demanded as I delivered a sharp smack square in the center of her bottom.

"Owww. Yes Sir." Jessica replied.

"Much better." I said. I took another moment to gently pat her bottom and then began to delivers smacks to her panty-clad butt. Again, I alternated between spanking her left and right cheeks, although now the spanks were of an increased intensity.

Spank, spank, spank, spank. After several spanks on the seat of her panties, I noticed that Jessica was starting to show some discomfort. I could clearly hear some owww's and oooo's coming from her mouth. Once or twice, her foot even lifted off the floor. After several minutes, I noticed some light sobs from Jessica and she even reached her hand up from the floor to wipe a tear or two from her face. I gave her a few more spanks and then stopped. I un-tucked the hem of her skirt from the her waistband and replaced it back to it's normal position.

"Stand up please Jessica." I said and she did so.

"Now, please remove your skirt and please fold it neatly. You may place it on the table over there." I said, indicating the dinner table in the corner.

Jessica reached behind her, and lowered the zipper on the back of her skit. As she did so, the skirt quickly dropped down to her feet. She stepped out of it, picked it up and ever so slowly folded it. She then walked over to the dinner table, placed the skirt on top. I couldn't help but again stare at the cuteness of her butt in her panties as she walked. Having placed her skirt on the table, she turned around and returned to stand at might right side.

"Okay, back over my knee." I said as Jessica again placed herself across my lap. 

"Jessica, I told you that this would be a hard spanking. So far, I have gone quite easy on you. It's time to intensify the spanking quite a bit. So I now intend to bare your bottom." I said as my fingers reached into the waistband of her panties. "Are you ready for the next part of your spanking?" I asked.

"Yes sir." Jessica replied.

"Good girl." I said. "Raise your hips a bit." I said as I took hold of the waistband of her panties and lowered them to just below her bottom. I took a minute to admire the light brown skin of Jessica's incredibly gorgeous bare-butt! 

"Here we go." I said as I landed the first very hard spank squarely in the center of Jessica's now bare-bottom. I then began to deliver a continuous stream of spanks, one right after the other, alternating from left to right cheek. The light brown skin of Jessica butt was definitely showing the effects of her spanking, as two large, red circles appeared in the center of each of her cute little butt-cheeks. At this point, as I continued spanking her, I allowed my spanks to land on the edges of her cheeks and from the top to bottom of her butt. 

As I continued spanking Jessica on her bare-bottom, I not only increased the intensity of my individual spanks; but also the speed at which my hand connected with her bottom. Within less than a minute, Jessica was feeling the effects of upped intensity of her spanking. She began to lift both her feet off the floor, and even asked for me to stop several times.

"Okay, this is starting to hurt." She said.

"Of course it's supposed to hurt." I said. "It's a spanking!"

"Owww.... Ughhhh... ouch.... do you have to hit so hard?"

"Is this not getting through to you? It's a spanking, it's supposed to be hard." I replied.

I continued to spank her bare but for almost five minutes before I heard the first real sob come from her. I had lit quite a fire in her bottom with my hand and Jessica was feeling it. Tears were welling up in her eyes. I proceeded to begin spanking her at full force. Again and again I brought my hand down on her bottom with all the energy I could find. It took not time to get Jessica fully crying.

"Owww... I'm sorry J.V." She cried. "It hurts, please stop. Ouch..." Jessica whined and cried as her bare-bottom spanking was now in full gear. 

After nearly ten minutes, my hand was getting tired. By this time, Jessica was lying over my lap sobbing. I began to slow down her spanking, gently reducing the force of my hand slapping her butt. I tightened my grip around her waist with my left arm as I stopped her spanking and let her finish sobbing and crying over my lap. Once she calmed down, I raised her panties back in place over her butt and had her stand up in front of me.

"Jessica, I'm proud of you for taking that hard spanking." I said. But there's one more thing. She looked up at me... damn- she has stunning brown eyes!

"Yes sir?" she said.

"Remember what you told me once in an e-mail. About the thing you hate the most to be spanked with?" I asked.

"No, you can't be serious." She said.

"Oh, yes. Jessica, down the hall, on top of the dresser in the bedroom is a hairbrush. I want you to go get it and bring it here. Quickly now, you have twenty seconds. For every second after twenty, you will receive two extra spanks with the hairbrush. Now go." I said, delivering a smack with my hand to her bottom as she rushed off down the hall. "It's the door on the left!" I called out after her. 

Much to my disappointment, Jessica was back in a flash, holding the dreaded hairbrush in front of her as if it were a deadly snake or something. 

"Stand right here please." I said to her, as Jessica stood right in front of me. "Young lady, you have done something very naught! You've been keeping secrets from your boyfriend. If you two wish to have a truly loving relationship, you cannot continue to keep secrets from him. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir." Jessica nodded.

"This evening, I intended to give you a hard spanking at your request. And I'm almost finished with your spanking. But, before I finish, I need you to promise me that you will admit your secret love of spankings your boyfriend and I expect you to always be honest with him."

"Yes sir."

"Finally, there is one last thing. When we began this evening, you admitted that you've been unfaithful to your boyfriend, cheating on him with your toys. And that my dear, is why I now intend to apply this hairbrush to your bare-bottom." Jessica's eyes went as wide as saucers as I took the hairbrush from her. "Please be so kind as to remove you panties, fold them and place them with your skirt on the table. 




Spanking Jessica Alba



Jessica turned around, walked over to the table and with her back to me proceeded to remove her underwear. She took her panties, folded them neatly and placed them on top of her skirt. I was completely amazed by the unobstructed view of her now naked bottom. She turned around; hands clasped over her privates and walked back over to me.

"Back over my knee." I said as she lowered herself back into position. Again, I place my left arm around Jessica's waist and positioned her properly across my lap. Once I had her bottom in the right position, I took the hairbrush and placed it gently on her bottom letting her feel the hard wood against her skin.

"Are you ready to continue?" I asked.

"It took her a few seconds to reply. "Yes sir, I'm ready to continue my spanking."

I raised the hairbrush several inches from her bottom, about halfway to my shoulder and brought it down against her left cheek.

"SHIT!" Jessica screamed as the hard wooden hairbrush made contact with her bottom. "Damn, that hurts! Owww." Her hands quickly went to her bottom, trying to rub the pain away. 

"Put your hands back in position." I ordered her. It took about a minute, but she slowly moved her hands from her butt back to the floor. "Jessica, if reach back to cover your bottom again, I will give you triple the spanks with the hairbrush. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir." She said.

Again I raised the hairbrush and this time brought it down against her right cheek. Again Jessica screamed upon the impact. I let her cry for a moment before I raised the hairbrush again, this time above my shoulder, level with my ear, and brought the hairbrush crashing down against her left butt cheek. I instantly raised the brush again and, just as Jessica was screaming from the pain of impact, brought the brush crashing into her other cheek. Again I immediately raised the hairbrush and back down again. Alternating from one cheek to the other, I began spanking Jessica with the hairbrush hard and fast. Within seconds, not only did her feet leave the floor, but she also started kicking her legs, screaming, and trying to squirm her way free. It took all my strength and energy to hold Jessica tighter around her waist while continuing to spank her with the brush.

For nearly five minutes, that solid oak wood hairbrush slammed into Jessica's bottom, drawing howls, screams and tears from her. She was frantically pumping and kicking her legs, but I continued to spank her with that hairbrush until the kicking stopped and she lay over my lap sobbing. I reduced the intensity and frequency of the spanks and then stopped. Jessica's bottom was flaming red! Even though it was long and hard spanking, I had done my best to make sure that I didn't leave any bruises- even after a nearly thirty minute spanking. I placed the hairbrush down on the floor and held Jessica across my lap for a few minutes as she composed herself.

"Stand up Jessica." I said once she had calmed down. As she stood up, I picked up the hairbrush and handed it to her. "Please go put this back where you found it. When you come back, you can go ahead and get dressed."

Jessica took the brush in her right hand, and again holding it as far away from her as possible, walked back down the hall to the bedroom to return the hairbrush to its place on the dresser. And again, I couldn't help staring at those sexy butt cheeks as they gave off a fiery red glow. I couldn't deicide if Jessica's butt looked sexier before or after her spanking!

While Jessica returned the hairbrush to its proper place, I went ahead and put the chair back at the dinner table, picked up her clothes and walked to the bedroom. I met her half way down the hall and gave her back her skirt and panties and told her that she could go get dressed in the bathroom. A few minutes later, she came back out to the living room and we sat on the couch for a few minutes and talked about her spanking. As she was getting ready to leave, I asked her "Are you going to tell your boyfriend about you love of spankings, or am I going to have to take that hairbrush to your bottom again?"

Jessica blushed and smiled. "Yes J.V., I promise I'll tell my boyfriend that he needs to spank me. Don't worry, this isn't the last time I'll be over someone's knee." She said and laughed.

"Well Young Lady, if you ever need more discipline, you know where the hairbrush is." I said as we stood up. 

"Yeah, I don't think I want to be meeting with that hairbrush for a while." Jessica said as she rubbed her bottom and smiled. I gave her a big hug and she gave me a kiss on the cheek.

The End 



Spanking Joy



Being spanked as a means to foreplay was no mean task, and before I met Thomas I had no leanings that way.

In fact the whole business of the hard stuff when it came submissive extremes was way out of line for me.

But Thomas was so persuasive I would have found it difficult to refuse him, and as he was a real nice guy, I didn't want to do that.

His frequent references to my ass being very spankable - became almost an everyday thing in the office where we both worked.

Mind you he was one of the big noises, a managing director and I was simply a humble clerical assistant.

"You know Peter, what you have is too good to be ignored and I want to make it fantastic for you, just give it a go huh?, I promise I will be gentle."

I nodded in a 'perhaps' way but he closed the office door and put a 'do not disturb meeting in progress' notice on the outside and there I was at his beckoned mercy.

He asked me to stand adjacent to the desk and I felt him release the buckle on my new pin striped office trousers and unclip my brace straps which he said suited me to the hilt, and in a few seconds I was standing there, trousers down to my knees.

"Now just bend over, Pete, push it out for me."

And I did as he asked but still feeling a little apprehensive, for one thing it was happening all too fast and another is I do like a little forewarning - giving me time to get in the mood - so I was feeling a little awkward still, but the way he was made it feel right and feeling his initial touch upon my bare ass, it felt good. 

He had a wonderful way of touching and feeling me between my crotch, just the way he gently squeezed my balls and felt my rising girth, and it was a lovely sensual sensation , bending over like that for a guy I admired and wanting to be of service to him.

"Let's just pull these up a little" said Thomas grasping the waistband of my slim fit boxer shorts. "Tell you what, how about attaching them to your braces, that will really make your ass look so nice and you cheeks separated. Mmmm! now that looks highly tempting, just waiting to be spanked."

Then I felt the slap on one cheek and then the other, stinging but not unbearable as he continued to come down on me quite rapidly and obviously enjoying it.

"I love the way it bounces and the sound of hand meeting ass, delicious. What have I been missing?" he languished as he had a good feel of my ass and balls between slaps.

"I bit wider" he suggested prompting me to part my legs wider apart so he could cradle my cock and my balls which he complimented as very 'scrumptious' but it was so lovely now, even the initial sting of the spanking pain seemed to diminish with the feel of his eager hand exploring every essential of my being, and he gave me such a wonderful deep and stiff hard-on like I had not had for ages.

So I had my first of many more to come spanking and when he'd done it felt numb but nice in as much that although it stung some, the delicious numbness which was there and the feeling beneath was really a treat and glancing around and, seeing Thomas bring out his splendid thick and delicious cock, I could not wait but partake in my favourite pastime of sucking cock, and Thomas's was no exception, I loved the smell and scent of his beautiful offering and gently massaged his firm hanging balls, kneeling on the office carpet before him, and taking it in just as deeply as I could manage. Slowly at first to relish the moment, peeling back the foreskin with my tongue and teeth and giving his p-hole a ravishing probing lick, then rolling my tongue around its beautiful bulbous head and taking in the flavour of his quality stiff cock so succulent and wanting. I glanced upwards and watched his eyes glaze over as I started to ball him at the same time, his fine cock standing upwards now as I enjoyed the taste of his balls, working my tongue around them and then gradually up the long length of his beautiful defined throbbing cock, he pressing it out for me so that he was all cock and balls for my pleasure.

I took the opportunity to insert my small finger into his ass as I got the head of his cock into my throat and it was something special to feel the warmth of his asshole combined with the heat of his cock deep inside my throat.

"Suck it, suck it!" he yelled meaning the finger which had just been up his ass, and I did - and it was wicked - so absolutely out of this world and he muttered that he was really going to fuck the ass off me for that.

"The way you are going you are in for the most beautiful fuck, the thought of fucking that red raw freshly spanked ass is a treat to look forward to and I have lots more things in mind."

I was grasping the girth of his cock as I stopped the sucking action and enjoyed a slow wet licking of the whole length of his cock again and around the wonderful red knob with his p-hole looking really tempting for that final deep sucking before feeling his deep fuck enter me.

And soon as he started to probe his hard cock over my boxers around the orifice of my asshole, and then rubbing his knob around the redness of my well spanked ass I found myself yearning for his deep fucking, I glanced around behind me to take a look at what he had to offer and it was big aright, soon I would feel its stiffness inside and that would be delightful

"What a shame we have to remove these boxer shorts that become you so much, Pete, but if needs be they are off now and I want to fuck the ass off you and no mistake, but to show you a little more excitement I shall gag you with my briefs as I fuck you, but just a little more spanking first..."

I was away, feeling my ass become more numb than ever but wanting the feel of his prick inside, I didn't have to wait long before I felt it slide in and up me like it belonged there and at last I was well stuffed with ripe thrusting cock, his balls pounding against my thighs with each thrust, something that became so strong I needed to bite on Thomas's briefs and tasted the residue of the cock now inside me and that I had recently been heartily sucking.

He gave it to me good, hard and thorough and I felt I was being well serviced, I was well fucked and it must have taken a good five minutes before he came strong, giving me that final deep and very strong thrusting fuck as I heard him yell - feeling the spurt of his cum over my ass cheeks, and then taking the second spurt as he quickly twisted around and grasped the back of my head, pushing it towards his throbbing cock so he could fuck my face to receive that final spurt of hot sticky cum cover my face and lips, and still feeling the result of his fucking I was happy to suck the cock that had just been part of me and felt I could never get enough of it.

"Now over my lap with you" Thomas demanded and I could see, when he took a slipper in his hand, what I was about to receive, a good hard slapping on both cheeks of his leather slipper which made me yelp but I had to endure that for his pleasure..

And then after that a real good mutual sucking when we enjoyed the sixty nine position and my face was covered with his genitals as he crouched over my face and drenched me with more of his hot spunk.

It was heaven and on returning home that night I found it difficult to walk to the car, my ass was so sore and yet it felt good too, the feeling of having been well fucked is beautiful and I guess Thomas will want plenty more. I hope so.



Spanking Karla



author's note: by request, a sequel... I hadn't actually planned for a sequel to this one, but under popular demand (and hopefully having taken into account suggestions and criticisms), I offer you this.

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Karla, Professor Daren's trouble student, was asking for another spanking. He didn't want to give it to her though, he'd spent hours wracked with guilt and worry after they'd had sex. Plenty of his dreams were filled with her wrapped in nothing but her luxurious straight red hair, pretty pink pussy leaking white cum with her big white ass cheeks turning bright red under his brutal hand. The 35 year old professor worried anxiously that she would tell someone, or that he'd hear gossip around campus about a professor having sex with a student. For the rest of that week, even her girlishly slutty outfits couldn't really tempt him, he avoided her completely by rushing out of the classroom as soon as the lesson was finished. 

After the first week he relaxed a little when no angry parents or apartment head came barging into his office demanding answers. Apparently she had meant it when she said she'd wanted to have sex with someone in authority, and now maybe she'd leave him alone other than teasing for the rest of the semester. 

Not that she stopped teasing him in class. She always sat in the back of the classroom now, and never wore underwear under her ridiculously short skirts. Constantly his eyes were drawn to her spread legs where her pink pussy was peeking out at him during lessons. It always payed to watch her walk up the stairs to her seat, because she always found some reason to bend over, giving him a tantalizing view of the curving underside of her pale white ass.

He'd started having constant erotic dreams about her, where she was dressed as a Catholic schoolgirl and he paddled her ass for one transgression or another. It always culminated with her apologizing for being bad, and sucking his cock in her mouth, riding him with her pussy, and (most excitingly) occasionally taking a pounding in her ass again. Still, he mostly tried to ignore her in class.

One day in particular was very hard on him when she came in with a lollipop in her mouth. All throughout the class she sucked on the lollipop, licking it with her tongue and popping it in and out of her pert pink lips. His voice was on complete auto pilot when she lowered the sticky pop to her juicy pink slit and rubbed it up and down in her pussy, going so far as to push it into her hole and pulling it out again. Pushing the coated lolly back into her mouth she grinned wickedly at him as his face grew flushed, his voice droning on about schizophrenics. He wondered vaguely what her pussy would taste like with the sticky lolly's flavoring mixed with the musky juices.

All in all, Karla was driving him mad. 

He was in his office grading papers when the door opened, he looked up and froze as Karla stood there posing in the doorway. It was a Wednesday, so it wasn't a class day and he hadn't seen her all day. Her hair was in pigtails again, she was wearing a button down shirt which she had rolled up and tied under her perky, milky-white breasts; she obviously wasn't wearing a bra as he could see the light pink of her nipples poking through the thin material of the shirt. The pale skin of her midriff pulled his eyes down to the red plaid skirt, pleated and incredibly short. Just under the hemline were the tops of her thigh-high white lacy stockings, held up by a white garter belt; those long white stockings led down to black Mary Janes. Her young face was framed by her beautiful red hair, flowing from pigtails again.

Under his desk, his dick was standing at fervent attention; she was the very image of a school girl, young and innocent faced with the heart and body of a whore. 

She shut the door behind her as she strutted forward, the pleated skirt fluttering around the tops of her stockings, "Hi Professor... I've been trying to talk to you after class, but you kept running off, so I figured I'd come in to office hours to get my extra help."

He cleared his throat and tried to inconspicuously adjust the large bulge in his pants, "And uh, what kind of extra help do you need?"

"Well, you see I've been a very naughty girl," she fluttered her eyelashes innocently, the husky tone of her voice was anything but, "I keep playing with myself all the time, and I need someone to punish me so that I'll stop being such a bad girl." As she spoke, she undid the knotted shirt between her breasts and slipped it off her shoulders, her light pink nipples quickly hardened in the cool air, "Do you think you could punish me Professor?"

Daren moaned as she leaned her chest over his face, and as his mouth opened she dropped her right nipple into his open mouth. He closed it instinctively and sucked on his student's perfect pink nipple, his other hand flying up to grasp her other breast in his hand, squeezing the pale globe roughly in his palm. Moaning, Karla straddled his lap and undid the button and zipper on his pants, letting his extremely hard dick pop out into the air. Munching on her nipples like a starving man, he sucked on her exquisite young flesh. After her nipples began to turn reddish from his intense attentions, she pulled herself off his lap and bent over the desk enticingly, the firm globes of her ass cheeks peeking out from under her skirt.

"Punish me, please Professor," she practically moaned, "I'm such a dirty girl, I need you to hurt me." Something in her voice and her words completely broke Daren's control. He grabbed the yardstick on his desk and stood up, lifting the red skirt he stared at the pale firm flesh of her heart-shaped ass. It was just as he remembered.

THWACK!!!!!!!!! CRACK!!!!!!!!!!!!

The yardstick left two red burning stripes across the pale flesh of her ass, Karla jumped and howled, her ass cheeks jiggling at the impact.

He smacked the yardstick hard against her ass, placing stripe after stripe, turning the pale white ass before him into a canvas of red welts, criss-crossing beautifully. Harder and harder he hit her, while her ass danced before him, her sobs and cries filling the air. 

Finally, with a terrific CRACK!... the yardstick broke across her bruised and pain-filled ass. He groaned with the intensity of it all, and stepped forward, taking her pale slim hips in his hands. Pushing his dick into her dripping pussy, he pumped the sopping tight hole a few times, moaning as it convulsed around his turgid member. Then he pulled it out, and without mercy slammed it hard into her even tighter ass.

Karla's back arched and she squealed like a stuck pig as his throbbing cock brutally stretched her tight hole, his body slamming painfully into the burning flesh of her brutalized ass. Daren moaned at the tightness of her back hole, as she whimpered in pain it clenched around his dick. He began to move in and out of her ass forcefully, making sure to rub against the hot flesh of her cheeks, getting painful revenge for all the teasing she'd done to him. Moving his hands up to her pale, bouncing breasts, he pinched the nipples between his fingers as he thrust in and out of her ass, using them as leverage to fuck deeper and harder into her ass.

Between her leg's, Karla's fingers were rubbing her little clit. Her skirt flitted and waved in the air as he mercilessly pummeled her ass, stretching it over and over again. Karla clenched her ass tight around him, reveling in the ravishment of her own body, the feeling of his dick deep in her hot hole. It was everything she'd always wanted. 

Daren could feel his balls tightening as he milked her pink nipples, her asshole making the most incredible convulsions around his dick.

"OH GOD PROFESSOR," Karla was rubbing her little clit frantically, "OH GOD I'M CUMMING!!!!!!!! OH GOD, I'M DIRTY!!!!! FUCK MY ASS, FUCK MY DIRTY SLUTTY ASS!!!!! FUCK YOUR BAD GIRL'S ASS!!!!!!!!"

Holding her milky breasts tight in his hands, he thrust hard one last time into her red and burning ass, filling the tight hole with a week's frustration. His body jerked weakly as her ass clenched around his dick, milking every last drop of cum from his balls.

Daren pulled away from the young student, stumbling back against the wall. She remained bent over, her heart-shaped ass was now bright red, with angry looking stripes across it. A thick glob of cum fell from her gaping asshole and slid down the milky thigh onto the white lacy stocking top. 

Karla reached back and collected the glob of cum onto her finger, turning, she placed it in her mouth and sucked her finger clean.

"Thanks Professor," she blew him a kiss and grabbed her shirt and pranced out the door, pony-tails bobbing merrily as she re-clothed her upper body. Daren groaned and sat back in his chair, he had no idea what to do about Karla.



Spanking Kate



Jen and I continued to develop Kate’s submissive side after making Kate watch when I had whipped Jen. After that, Jen and I began to educate Kate in many other aspects of sexuality. We watched pornographic videos with her and discussed with her the parts that she found exciting in them. We also had her read erotica and books on advanced sexual techniques. 

We “practiced” many of these techniques with her whenever she was with us. We often photographed her and exhibited her to both males and females. We also invited her to have sex with our “special” friends to acquaint her with the pleasures of group sex. On several occasions we made her have sex with women while we observed and photographed her to further test and stretch the limits of her bisexuality.

Our young “student” was always ready and eager to learn all that we could teach her. She had also fallen as deeply in love with Jen and me as we had with her. Kate became an extension of our sexual union and neither Jen nor I felt the slightest jealousy sharing her as a couple, individually, or with other of our sexual friends.

Jen taught Kate how to use a strap-on dildo, showing her how to fasten it tightly around herself and how to lubricate it. She let Kate practice with it on her until Kate had become quite adept at fucking her both vaginally and anally.

Jen then tested Kate’s “cocksmanship” abilities by requesting that Kate fuck to orgasm our friend Marc’s wife, Sophie, while he watched. (Actually, when Kate was fucking Sophie, Jen sucked Marc off with Sophie’s head buried between her thighs). Jen had found this “exam” to be a particularly exciting one. She later related to me that she had cum from the motion of Sophie’s face rubbing against her pussy while Kate was pounding the strap-on cock into Sophie’s body.

Kate and I had just finished a couple of glasses of red wine and were starting to “play” when Jen walked into the apartment. I was seated in an easy chair and Kate had just settled between my legs as I had instructed her to “practice” her cock sucking. As Jen approached us, Kate unbuttoned my fly allowing my hardening cock to spring free from its confines.

“You two look comfortable”, Jen laughed.  “I’d think I could use a little like some of that too”.

“I think that could be arranged”, I returned.

Jen was wearing a red cotton sundress and quickly pulled it over her head leaving her in a thin black thong and her black high-strapped sandals. Kate was barefoot and wearing nothing but short jean cutoffs and a red and white tube top. Jen knelt next to her, lifted Kate’s head toward her, kissed the twenty year old hard on the lips. I watched them as they held their kiss; their dancing tongues fueling their Sapphic sexual desire. 

Jen grasped Kate’s tube top and playfully pulled it down to expose the younger woman’s breasts.

“Kate, remember that a proper blowjob is ‘lovemaking from the waist up’, not just sucking cock”, Jen admonished Kate.

“You should make love to the man with your chest and tits as well as your lips, tongue, and mouth when you give head”.

“I’ll remember that”, Kate laughed, as she sucked the head of my prick into her mouth.

Jen knelt next to us and fondled Kate’s breasts, rubbing the nipples, until they stiffened as Kate’s head bobbed up and down over my cock. I lifted Kate further onto my lap so that I could rub my then saliva-slicked rod between her breasts.

Jen moved behind Kate and reaching around her, pressing Kate’s soft mounds together so that the warm flesh surrounded my cock.

“Yes, that’s good, fuck her tits”, Jen coaxed as she unfastened Kate’s shorts and let them fall down the young girl’s slender thighs.

My cock slid easily in Kate’s warm cleavage, which was now lubricated as well with my pre-cum. Kate used her own fingers to press her tits around my cock as she moved on me.

Jen caressed Kate’s ass and then rubbed her tits along Kate’s back making her own nipples hard. She kissed the nape of Kate’s neck and then stripped off Kate’s shorts followed by her own thong.

Jen caught my gaze while I was tit-fucking Kate and smiled at me as she raised her arm and then spanked Kate’s ass hard with her hand. Kate’s body lurched with the sudden stimulation.

“Oooh, yes!” Kate cried, “Oh,spank me harder, Jen!”

Jen spanked her again, and then again and again until Kate’s ass-cheeks reddened with Kate thrusting her shapely buttocks back to meet each blow.

“Oh yes, yes, yes”. “It makes me so hot when I am spanked”, Kate said.

When Jen finally stopped spanking her Kate was panting with excitement. She leant forward spreading her thighs to offer her sex to Jen. When Jen dipped her fingers into her folds, Kate’s juices ran down her thighs soaking Jen’s hand. Jen pumped her fingers into Kate’s sopping pussy while rolling her clitoris with her other hand. The effect of Jen’s dual stimulation of her cunt and clit finished Kate quickly and she cried out as her orgasm coursed through her. Jen and I held her tightly until she had come down from her sexual high.

“It’s Jen’s turn now, Kate”, I said. “I want to watch you make her come”.

I stood up and pulled off Kate’s tube so that she would be completely naked. Then I lifted the twenty year old and placed her on her back on the soft carpet in front of the chair.

Jen knelt over Kate’s head and gently lowered her shaved pussy lips, then humid and swollen with excitement, to Kate’s waiting mouth. Kate wrapped her arms around Jen’s thighs and hungrily tongued and lapped at Jen’s dripping cunt. Jen was positioned facing Kate’s feet and leant forward to part Kate’s thighs so that she could resume finger-fucking her. The wet sounds of the two women’s lovemaking soon excited me too much to merely watch, so straddling Kate’s splayed legs, I cupped Jen’s chin in my hand and guided my cock between her open lips.

As I fucked her in the mouth, the lust in Jen’s eyes and her flushed cheeks told me that Kate’s well-practiced tongue was doing its work and that Jen would cum soon.

Jen felt her orgasm beginning to well up in her and began to rapidly pump Kate’s dripping pussy with three fingers to try to make Kate cum for a second time. I watched as Jen’s fingers pounding into her made Kate’s thighs tighten, her body bucking in rhythm with Jen’s hand. Kate’s back arched and she moaned into Jen’s sopping cunt as she came first, followed immediately by Jen. I withdrew my cock from Jen’s lips to watch her lovely face as she orgasmed, and then splattered it with my hot cum.

When their orgasms had subsided, Jen turned and placed her naked body over Kate’s. Jen’s pussy juices mixed with tears of joy flowing down Kate’s cheeks as she kissed and licked my cum from Jen’s face.