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They could be over the knee (otk) spanking stories, or people being spanked with a My Aunt Liz was not really my Aunt, but an old family friend, who had taken.
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She also said the bench was for either the parent to sit on in an over-the-knee spanking or for the recipient to bend over. One of the few things John and I have in common is our mutual hate of aquariums. They are thoroughly boring, after all, all you can do is gaze at fish with cold, round eyes and if you're lucky you may get to see an otter or something. Anyway, we were grumbling and making comments under our breath but it was all kept to a quiet mutter until lunch at the Snacks By the Sea outdoor cafeteria.
That's when I had to use the rest room for a minute and told Mom to get me a burger and fries. I wanted a cheeseburger with just meat and cheese. Couldn't I trade with John? He politely stated that he would not like to trade, but that it WAS good for me to eat my veggies as that was what my body really needed instead of all those Delight Dashes I'd been eating.
Delight Dashes were a strictly forbidden desert in my family, as they were full of unhealthy junk. After a while, I had started buying them with cash from Mom's wallet and woofing them down they were hidden under my bed when no one was around. Anyway, that was still a sore spot in more ways than one! We all marched out to the car, but while John marched like a victorious general, I was marching like a captive prisoner.
The ride back to the hotel was silent. I know I've said before Dad never used anything except a switch, but I suppose this was the one exception. Anyway, that same lady clerk was sitting there when dad marched me in by the ear and told me to go over mom's knee. Mom sat down on the bench and, wonder of wonders, she pulled a all-to familiar rubber spatula out of her purse.
The kind that doesn't leave permanent damage but stings like fire. I was then pulled over Mom's lap and John held me hands while she gave me a thorough spanking. I tried not to, but I eventually broke down and cried. Finally, John hauled me to my feet but prevented me from pulling up my pants by keeping his iron grip on my hands.
Then I heard words which chilled my blood. Bend over and glue your hands to the bench or you'll be sorry. Then he stood by my side and put a menacing hand on my back. I heard Dad say I would need to count the licks. Then WHAM, pain exploded in my bottom. BLAM came the second lick. I screamed yeah, like a girl and would have lept up if John's warm, comforting hand hadn't held me down. It really did feel just like an tongue licking me--a fire-breathing dragon tongue.
After stomping my feet and clenching my jaw through which only a slight whimper escaped, I stated 'Three'. And contrary to what most people seem to say, that one was actually probably the gentlest of them all. Then John let me leap up and observe the rather large cluster of spectators gathered around me. Yanking up my pants and getting my underwear uncomfortably twisted in the process, I staggered up the stairs to my room.
Then she bursts out laughing. But Maggie only gives me an enchanting smile. Any ideas or comments can be directed to babydog17 gmx. Posted by Eddard Stark Reactions: Links to this post Email This BlogThis! Here's a story submitted by Biggest Brat. Cynthia quickly shut the watch off. Although she'd carefully muffled it under her pillow, she was still afraid that her father, a true night owl might hear it.
Or her little sister, Eliza-brat short for Elizabeth. Her mother, equally irritating, was thankful a heavy sleeper. Cynthia hopped quietly out of bed, landing on her toes and bending her knees so as not to make a sound. She slipped on a pair of jeans, a white bra, and a dark blue t-shirt and stole quietly down the hall and out the front door. Outside, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Now for the fun part. Today has been her first day back to school. Most teachers were a bit more lenient these day since kids were still just out of Summer vacation, but Denise Roads Ms. Roads , Cynthia's new English teacher, had called on her friend Dorothy Hess and her for "persistent chatting", even though Cynthia had just been trying to learn about the new boy whom Dorothy had met at her summer camp. She'd given both of them a 1-hour detention and told them they were lucky they didn't get a spanking from her. This story is years late I know but I hope you still enjoy it.
Rubbing the sting away she stared incredulously at her Septa, who had slapped her. Septa Nyla's stone face stared back. She didn't move but Margaery instinctively stepped back. I have done nothing! But alas, the guards had long been replaced by Faith Militant. And even then, who dared stand against the Sparrows, now that the High Sparrow had King Tommen's ear.
It was only by appearing pious did she have any freedom of movement. Septa Nyla advanced and raised her hand again. Margaery stumbling back, nearly tripped on the lounge nearby. Her face flushed, this time in embarrassment. She was caught aback at the turn of events. In earlier days this would never have happened.
She was Queen of Westeros! Friday, February 23, New stories coming soon?
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Hi everyone, sorry for the lack of new stories. I have been incredibly busy and it just doesn't seem to let up. I do have a number of stories rattling around in my head and I'm desperate to get them out to you so bear with me. I'll try to find some way to post them. It's an older blog and seems abandoned but the stories are timeless. Here's one of my favorite stories from there: Can I ask you if she can stay at your place that time? Thank you, I very appreciate that. When I try to ground her she raises hell and starts to act like a fool. I even thought to spank her now and then, but I really have fear of the consequences.
Three days after my first spanking, here we go, immediately the second one, and even the third. She was perfectly right. Otherwise Alice is going to spank me without even think a little bit about that. Sunday, December 3, Susanne's first spanking. Here's a story from a new guest author "Erotic Beauty". My sister obliged me to write it to you, actually. Yes, my older sister, Alice. We live together, and now Alice has to take care of me, because our mom is out for work, and our dad divorced from her since I was 8.
By that time our mom became more severe, by the way. She was alone, with two young daughters to educate and to maintain. Alice was an adolescent, angry and with a lot of trouble in her head. One evening she even accused mom for the separation, saying to her that if dad was gone it was her fault. Mom, maybe for the pain, maybe for the stress, since that day started to give her corporal punishments, every time she just acted a little bad, or cursed her for any reason.
Here's a story from another author of long ago. How many of you had other non-spanking friends find out about your spankings? Her young cousin, Cindy, was visiting and Karen wanted to show off a bit. Karen bragged about her life of freedom at college, of her late nights on campus, of the parties, and of the "all nighters" she was involved.
Indeed, Karen even whispered to Cindy, who of course was totally inexperienced, of her nights with her boyfriend--all night going all the way as she thought her young cousin would understand it. Sometimes, Karen did use the phrase "making love" to impress the young girl. Thursday, September 21, Real Life Story. Friday, September 15, Note to anonymous commenters.
I've just been super busy. I have a lot of stories buzzing around in my head though. For all you people that write anonymous comments, please add a name at the end so I know who to reply to! I don't care if it's fake. I just want to know who to address.
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Tuesday, April 18, Shoplifter. A guest author has submitted this story. Aunt May was only 27, a trophy wife, just nine years older than my 18 years and she thought she was "all that. But she was an adult, my "elder" and I was raised to obey and respect all adults Which was why I was shaking when I took the phone, hearing my angry mother's voice, "Rachel! You have one minute to explain yourself young lady! It says here you were arrested last month for drunk and disorderly conduct, indecent exposure, public urination, disturbing the peace, resisting arrest and assault of a police officer.
Furthermore, your blood alcohol level was. Well we're going to discuss your behavior and give you some mental exercises to help control your impulses. First, let's begin with Wait, please," Evan begged. But it didn't matter. When she tapped and looked at him all he saw were her blue eyes like still pools of water. Then the paddle smacked across his ass. Ed had grabbed it and was dragging her to the kitchen! You've been getting too big for your britches lately. Her stomach started to flipflop. Had she gone too far? I'm sorry", she started whining. But Ed's hand didn't loosen.
He pushed her towards the counter and in a second had yanked down her shorts. Our guest author has kindly submitted another story about her real life introduction to the world of spanking. If you missed the earlier post check it out here: And without further ado: Last time I wrote of my first experience having been spanked by my husband. I told you I was a housewife and this is still largely true, well it is now anyway!
However a month or so after that first spanking my husband had relented and let me return to work on a very part time basis, working as an agency nurse for no more than 24hrs a week.
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This agreement was on the condition that I didn't attend any wards with forensic patients. For those of you who are unfamiliar with this term, it means that the client is dangerous to themselves or others and often criminally culpable. Stupidly, I decided to ignore this specific instruction and for 3 weeks in a row had attended a maximum security ward. I thought I'd made a decent compromise as this ward only detained female offenders but it turns out I was wrong as on the 5th of 8 planned shifts I was violently assaulted leading to nothing more than a few angry bruises and a bruised ego.
Unfortunately those bruises were on my face and there would be no way to hide them from my husband. Here's my latest attempt. If there's sufficient interest I will continue. He was dressed in one of those gowns they give you at the hospital. Thin, flimsy cloth that loosely draped in front down to his knees.
In the back, tied closed by a few narrow strips of cloth. Most the times he kept his head down, embarrassed at his appearance. But he was forced to look up from time to time as he searched for office C5. When he raised his head, he'd catch a glance at the others occasionally passing him. Some were like him, dressed in ill fitting gowns and keeping their heads down. Some seemed to be walking gingerly.
There were others walking about in suits or office wear. It was a busy hall. Finally he spotted it. A plain wooden door in the middle of a white wall. The other doors seemed spaced far apart. He paused at the doorhandle and then with a deep breath opened it and stepped inside. It was not at all what he expected.
A guest author has kindly submitted this real life account of her recent introduction to the world of spanking. I'm a 25 year old teacher. I married my wonderful husband in last year and quit work at the same time to become a house wife. He is 16 years my senior and quite an eminent classical guitarist. This means that a strict regimen of 4 hours a day of practicing must occur for him to maintain his wonderful skill.
Prior to my moving in, I had not had a true appreciation for his dedication to his art for we'd only been able to see one another on weekends or the odd day that I had off. Moving in has come as quite a shock. He practices for four hours and lectures for eight hours at a prominent music college leaving me idle and frankly feeling neglected. I felt duped at first, as though he had concealed what would be a lonely lifestyle for me so as to entice me in and trap me.
He's an authoritarian and very old fashioned, he likes dinner on the table when he gets home and then it's off to practice. That having been said he's very loving and when we're together nothing could make me happier. Saturday, January 7, Happy New Year! Just been too busy to write. I have a lot of ideas however and hope to post more often. I would like to ask a favor. Although I have over 2 million views!
Please select one of the reactions so I can determine which stories are popular. It's anonymous and only takes a second. Not written by me. Got it from an old board way back when. This story has nothing to do with the other Alice stories. I guess Alice was just a popular name at one point? It was late Sunday afternoon, and the two girls were having a bit of fun, more delicious because it was so strictly forbidden. Mother had clearly made it clear that she would not tolerate in any way the use of any tobacco in her household, and at least Linda knew that this was so. She had had some "experience" with mother's disapproval on this count once, only two years before, but she had blissfully decided to disregard that unpleasant memory.
Anna held her breath while she directed every sense she had, real and imagined, toward the goal of willing her daughter back to sleep. The magical mother power had never worked in the past, but for the first time in weeks, the baby settled and all was quiet. The sun peeked through the skylights of the master bedroom, and Anna stared out the floor to ceiling picture windows that overlooked the majestic lake framed by distant mountains.
It had required a work of the heart to renovate the run down cottage to their demanding satisfaction, but both she and Allen refused any kind of curtain that would block the power of their view. The sunrise display of yellows and pinks diffused across the sky, but her exhausted brain refused to enjoy the gift given to her eyes. The expensively decorated room led to a huge master bath and an elegant combination of tile and granite, but hours of careful design choice were a long distant past.
Lakefront property for successful career executives made sense; but the baby would be walking soon, and they feared for her safety surrounded by so much damned water. Allen moved in his sleep. Her body had grown soft and curvy with pregnancy, but his remained rock hard with chiseled biceps and abs. Friday, February 19, Poll 2. Our next poll shows gender preferences. Ronald looked at the figg thoughtfully. It was a handspan long and thicker than his thumb. Could it be twice as thick? It seemed reminiscnent of a peeled potato but seemed more fibrous.
And it had a knobby end that still had remnants of it's original skin while the uneven shaft was peeled as completely as an unusually shaped item could be. Guest author Cliff has submitted this story. Growing up, my Mom managed the Dairy Queen in my home town. I played Pop Warner football when I was 12 years old. Normally, we had practice on Mondays after school. She did not like phone calls at work and being home early was not anything I needed to let her know about. Shortly after getting home, I was in my room and heard my Mom come through the front door. I started to come out of my room and I could hear she had someone with her.
I cracked my bedroom door and saw it was a cute girl named Cheryl, who worked for her at DQ. I had talked with Cherly a few times when I went up to my Mom's work. She was very pretty and had a nice personality. Even though she was 19, she did not seem to mind talking to a 12 year old boy. Talking with Cheryl, I learned she was from Iowa to attend school on an academic scholarship.
I saw Cheryl was in Jeans and t-shirt, so she must be off work that day. It was spankings such as Brenda's that led to Alice fantasizing in her diary about Barbara's ouster. She always referred to Barbara as "dour Barbara" in the diary since Barbara insisted the girls refer to her as Miss Barbara. If she wants a title she can have one! Sometimes Alice wondered why she disliked Barbara so much. Alice herself still received spankings from Ronald now and then. But she held him no ill will. If anything she felt a stronger bond due to the intimacy of the punishments and consolation that followed.
But with Barbara it was different. Maybe it was because Barbara was much more strict. Or maybe it was because she was a woman. Regardless, Alice and Barbara were like oil and water. Alice often escaped to the stables when Ronald wasn't around. She didn't want to be forced to participate in any of the girls punishments and she didn't like seeing how Barbara treated them. This is my own followup to the previous story. Alice closed her diary with a smile. She had just finished writing another fantasy where she managed to get "dour Barbara" fired as governess and run out of town.
Alice closed her eyes savoring the feeling but reality crept in as always and tainted her thoughts. The reality was Barbara was still firmly ensconced in the household affairs. Ronald, while deeply in love with Alice, never entertained the thought of firing Barbara and in fact, Alice was careful never to run afoul of Barbara herself.
This story was written by a guest author Paddlr. Claire sat nervously in her car and looked at the entrance to the local restaurant. Thinking back it had been exciting to do the email exchange about her desire to be dominated and punished. But to actually meet was something entirely different.
After several exchanges of emails she had agreed to meet him at a local restaurant. He had suggested it to help her feel safer for their first meeting. With a deep breath she got out of the car and walked to the door and entered. Looking around she saw him sitting in a booth in a secluded section. A guest author has submitted this excerpt from her latest submission to Amazon. She could feel her face flushing and the dewy hint of tears forming in the corner of her eyes. But the adversary was undeterred. Women in authority always scared Amelia that little bit more. To overcome such a passively institutionalised patriarchy and rise to that rank implied a strength of will that quelled any thoughts of misbehaviour in her.
She shut her eyes tight as she prepared to hear her sentence. Images of getting caught shoplifting flooded back; that horrific moment of being led away, gently but firmly, by the police officers. The look on everyone's face. Even now, she could feel the eyes in the room boring into her. It was the worst thing she could think of, to be a spectacle, to be seen in an embarrassing predicament.
Cheyenne walked as fast as she could but couldn't help stumbling. It just wasn't easy since Edward had a firm grasp on her ear as he marched toward the barn. She would have willingly followed him, meek as a lamb to slaughter if only he allowed it. A humiliating display to anyone watching that she was being led to the barn for a spanking. In fact, some of the ranch hands were nearby and snickered. They had seen this before. Her face flushed hot even though she couldn't see them. No matter how often she was led to the barn it was as embarrassing as the first time.
Friday, July 10, Spanking I didn't write this but got it from somewhere long ago Do you know she makes us call her 'Miss Barbara'? And whenever we break one of her stupid rules, she spanks us just as if we were little girls. She even makes me take my panties down and spanks me on my bare fanny.
She does the same thing to Brenda, and she's seventeen! I think we're too old to be spanked. An anonymous author has kindly written a followup to the Quiet Room. Guess everyone wants to know if Wendy has what it takes. Read on and enjoy! As Wendy lifted the strap Mackenzie looked back over her left shoulder and quietly whispered to Wendy " Please don't be too hard " and turned back toward the wall hoping her mother had not heard her plea.
Wendy drew her arm back slightly and flicked her wrist causing the strap to strike Mackenzie's ass at it's reddest point. Wendy repeated this four times in quick sequence. Shaking her head Mackenzie's mother stepped over to Wendy saying "this just won't do. Mackenzie struggled vainly against her mother's grip.
Mother was in no mood and was marching steadfastly towards customer service, dragging the reluctant girl behind her. Even though Mackenzie was 18, she was no match for her angry and determined mother. As they approached the counter Mackenzie spotted the girl working the front, Wendy, and blushed. How can I help you? This is another in the series following " Shannon's Spankings " Finally the door creaked open and Shannon's eyes snapped to the door.
A wary Liz poked her head in, secretly hoping Shannon was asleep. When Liz's eyes fell on Shannon's face she gulped. Sheepishly Liz slinked in the room. She closed the door quietly behind her. It was clear she had been out and to a bar. Tight miniskirt, skimpy blouse and lots of makeup. I've always been a sucker for a pretty face. Ashley was no exception. I met her at the book store back when book stores were popular.
This was before Kindles of course. Now the book stores are mostly shut down. Sad because it was the best place to meet beautiful, intelligent women. Ashley was actually just wandering through to the rest of the mall but I spotted her early and quickly intercepted her with a smile and some harmless question. Before I knew it we were chatting about this and that and I got her number. Soon enough we were an item and things progressed quite quickly.
Thursday, December 5, Mrs. Christmas is right around the corner so I thought I'd give you all this holiday story. For those waiting for more of Liz and Shannon, patience please. Been hard to get time away from real life but I haven't forgotten. In the meantime, enjoy. Gonna find out who's naughty and nice. Everyone knows about Santa Claus bringing presents to the good children of the world. But has anyone heard about his wife, Mrs.
That story isn't very well known. The problem is, the people who know the story don't want to admit it. Well maybe they have some painful memories This is the second followup to "Shannon's Spankings" Shannon tapped her foot impatiently. It was past 9 and Liz still wasn't home. Glancing around Shannon took in the scene. Nothing too bad but it was enough. A few clothes strewn on the floor in Liz's room and two dishes in the sink. But Shannon knew this was Liz's way of pushing the boundaries. Shannon didn't want things to get further out of hand.
Weeks ago after Ron left Shannon in charge, Liz had straightened up a little. Of course Liz still had a bit of an attitude but Shannon had forced her to sit down and listen to the rules. Liz had begrudgingly signed the contract and agreed to all the terms. For those that don't know, this is a followup to the series " Shannon's Spankings " Shannon, for her part, was dry mouthed. Some people never go beyond hand spankings. Probably a good rule of thumb is to stay with hand spankings until the the person being spanked wants more and your hand is getting sore.
One of the problems with hand spankings is that your hand may get about as sore as the spankee's bottom. I've seen some pretty hard hand spankings in Shadow Lane videos and I've wondered what the spanker's hand feels like afterward. If you're spanking away and your hand is starting to hurt while that little slut across your lap keeps indicating that they want more, it's time to get a paddle. You should probably still start out with a hand spanking, but after your hand starts to hurt, switch to the paddle.
Leather paddles are good to start with. They feel more like a hand spanking. If your naughty boy or girl is making bratty comments about how no lessons are being learned under the leather paddle, its time to move on to a wooden paddle. When you're giving or taking an erotic spanking, warm-up is important.
Warm-up starts with something light like a hand spanking, a leather paddle or a light paddle before moving on to something more severe. This allows both physical and psychological preparation for a harder spanking. Little breaks, for caresses, rubs and cuddles are important while giving a spanking. For example, I would not enjoy taking forty strokes with the ruler paddle without a break. But if I get twenty strokes, then a break while my bottom and the base of my cock is caressed and then the next twenty strokes, the paddling will be very enjoyable.
In most of the stories I've written the spankings start out with what I call the ruler paddle. I had the Hanson Paddle Werks ruler paddle in mind when I wrote these stories. This paddle is about a quarter inch thick and about 18 inches long. It stings a lot and hurts, but has very little "thud". When I get spanked, my "punishment" usually starts with twenty to forty strokes across my ass with the ruler paddle. I love to get twenty strokes over my "panties" first. When I'm ordered to pull my "panties" down, I'm reminded of how much more the ruler paddle hurts on the bare bottom.
When getting a spanking, people like different sensations. Back when I spanked my beloved, she did not like "sting" so I never spanked her with the ruler paddle. I would give her a hand spanking, then some leather paddle, perhaps some cane and then some heavy wood paddle. One problem with heavier paddles is they can numb the bottom. For example, after a hard paddling with a heavy paddle, a caning might not feel like much. A light paddle, like the ruler paddle, hurts nicely, but does not cause numbing. The bottom will be warmed up and able to fully appreciate a caning.
Canes have a fearsome reputation, based the way children were beaten in some British Public Schools in "the bad old days". The schoolmaster giving a caning would put his whole body behind the cane stroke, giving it as hard as he could and still aim the stroke. The person getting the caning was bent over, either touching their toes or bent over an object like a desk.
This tightened the skin over their buttocks, making the cane strokes hurt even more. In many cases the cane strokes broke the skin or left deep welts that took days to fade. The kind of savage caning that children received in Public School do not resemble the canings that most people give and receive in erotic spanking. Many people who get erotic canings love the way the cane feels.
Most canes are light, so there is very little deep thud in the stroke, but the stroke is concentrated in the thin line of the cane. The strokes hurt, with a sort of burning across the line of the stroke. The person giving an erotic caning will not usually raise the cane beyond shoulder height. The intent in giving the cane strokes it to make them hurt, but not in a way that is unbearable. The girls and boys who get caned in my stories are usually lying on a bed, with pillows under their hips.
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This pushes the bottom up a little, making it easier to spank the lower part of the buttocks, but the skin is not stretched tightly. Clenching the buttocks can cause the cane to bounce off, so I think that it is a nice touch to give extra strokes for clenching or squirming. I usually get twenty to forty strokes with the cane, after getting my bottom warmed with the ruler paddle.
In reality the cane has savage associations, but in fantasy the idea of being caned by Nanny or a schoolmistress is erotic. The tip of the cane travels faster than the length of the cane. So the buttock under the tip will be punished more than the buttock toward the disciplinarian. I like a spanking to punish both buttocks evenly. So I'll give a caning on one side, the a little break where I'll caress my naughty girls bottom and rub her clit. Then I'll move to the other side and give the rest of the caning. Rattan canes have a sort of medium level of pain.
Synthetic canes, made of nylon, delrin or teflon are heavier and hurt more. They can also be more difficult to control since the cane flops around more.