Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Another Christmas with the Blackwell's - FM Spanking story



Janet Blackwell stood , jaw tightened, arms folded and one foot tapping.
Beside her , daughter Nancy and daughter in law Dana struck identical poses.
The women  watched Fire Chief Stu Munroe admonish  their  husbands Gerry ,  Simon and Jeff.

"What the hell were you guys thinking? Did you know we have to respond to over 4,000 calls a year when  'turkeys' like you try to deep fry a turkey?" The Chief fumed.
Janet and the ladies had a chuckle at that one and agreed their husbands were as dumb as turkeys sometimes.

"You guys broke every safety rule...." , the chief continued , counting each violation on one of his fingers. 
"You had way too much oil in the pot , the oil was too hot , the turkey was frozen , you were too close to the house , you were drinking , left the pot unattended and had no extinguishers on hand!"

Gerry,Simon and Jeff could only stand with heads bowed like three naughty schoolboys being lectured by their headmaster.

The Chief continued , wagging his finger angrily
"You're Damn lucky theses three ladies had the presence of mind to check on the pot and use the extinguisher in the kitchen and call us before it got out of hand!"

Janet approached Chief Monroe and gave him an affectionate hug.
"Thanks Stu." She said , planting a kiss on Stu's cheek

Gerry felt pangs of jealousy .
He and Stu had once been rivals for Janet's affection during their youth , and bachelor Stu still had feelings for Janet.
Stu gasped when Janet descretely pinched the muscular fireman's buttocks and winked at him.

Stu's face turned as red as the fire engine parked in the Blackwell driveway.
The playful pinch had Stu reminiscing about his high school dating experiences with Janet.

Back then Stu was the biggest guy on campus , captain of the football team , all round jock with a cocky attitude to match.
Even back then , Janet had a way of putting men under her spell ,and Stu was no exception.

It wasn't long before Janet had Stu wrapped around her finger ....and under her control.
Janet had learned from her Mother effective  techniques  , including the frequent application of a hairbrush to a male backside.

So , despite his stature , when her new  boyfriend did something to displease Janet , the consequence was a trip over her knee for a good old fashioned bare-bottom spanking with the hairbrush Stu quickly learned to dread.

Despite the disparity in size , the hulking Stu found himself with his pants at his ankles , draped over his  petite girlfriend's lap on a regular basis.
He recalled the many times he had to hide his red and blistered bare backside from his team-mates in the showers after football.

Janet recalled the times fondly and wondered if the hunky Stu still needed his backside spanked .
The truth was that Stu longed for it but never found another woman like Janet.

"Well I'll leave these three in your custody Janet. I'll waive all the violations this time ,as I'm sure they're in for a lot worse .....I know first hand the wrath of a Blackwell lady!" Stu said with a grin, emphasizing his point by placing a palm on the seat of his Turnout pants.

Janet turned to address the three men.
"You three get down in the basement ....you know the routine!" She said curtly.
Under the stern gaze of their wives Gerry,Simon and Jeff trundled inside.

The three ladies assessed the  mess and damage caused by the grease fire.
"At least the turkey seems ok Mom." Nancy said .
Janet nodded . "We can  cook it on the oven like we were supposed to.....why did I let those three convince me to do this?" she sighed.

Dana put a consoling arm around her mother-in-law, "It's not your fault Mom...they sounded like they knew what they were doing.."

Janet's despondency turned to rage .
"This time those 3 are going to get a licking  they'll remember for the rest of their lives!" She seethed.
"What did you have in mind Mom?" Nancy asked .
"Let's get the turkey ready for the oven first and I'll tell you .....",Janet replied with a glint in her eye.

"You and Chief Munroe looked  pretty cozy Mom...what's the story there ?" a curious Nancy probed.
Janet smiled, "Stu and I dated at high school....your father is still quite jealous of him you know..."
"I noticed that!" Dana chipped in, "He never married? He's quite the catch you know..."

Nancy put a finger to her chin and raised a brow.
"He'd be quite the match for Aunt Katie ....he looks like he could handle her ..."
"I don't think even Stu Munroe would be a match for your Aunt Katie dear!" Her Mom laughed.

"Isn't Katie coming over for Christmas dinner ?" Dana asked.
Janet cast her a stern look , "Don't you two start with the matchmaking again!"
"Well the Chief is likely spending Christmas alone Mom so it would be nice to at least invite him?"Nancy added.

After letting the men 'stew' for half an hour , Janet had calmed down enough to go downstairs and address them.
The Blackwell men knew the routine well so all three were stark naked , hands covering their privates when the Blackwell family Matriarch arrived.

There was a short silence while Janet stared icily at them.
Nancy and Dana stood just behind Janet  looking just as ominous.
"Once again you three have behaved in a way that almost ruined Christmas for everyone ...and once again you  must be punished."

The men stood with heads bowed while their wives sprang into action.
Janet took the senior cane and stood by the desk ,while Nancy took a position  behind the sofa wielding the big Jokari paddle'  and Dana sat on a straight backed chair with the hairbrush on her lap.

The men looked somewhat confused as they were usually punished alone by their spouse or Janet  but never together.

"This is going to be a punishment you will remember for a long , long time gentlemen!" Janet declared.
She went on to explain that the men would be enduring   what she referred to as ' a circuit of pain".

The timer would be set for 3 minutes and each man would be placed at one of the 3 spanking 'stations'....hairbrush , paddle and cane.
When the timer sounded they would change stations without a pause.
Their punishment would end when  each of them had completed 3 rounds of the circuit.

The husband's were clearly stunned.
Gerry opened his mouth to protest but a glare from Janet made him reconsider.

The men were assigned randomly to a station to begin.
Jeff draped himself over Dana's lap ,Gerry bent over the sofa and Simon bent over the desk.
Janet pressed the timer to start the first round.

The noises filling the room created quite a  cacophony.
Cracks from Dana's hairbrush blended with even louder ones from Nancy's paddle  , the swish of Janet's cane and howls from their husbands.

For the men , the 3 minute round  seemed to never end and there was no respite when the buzzer sounded.
They clutched their backsides and danced to the next station without a break .

At the caning station , Janet took her time to deliver 10 methodical strokes for the first round, upping it to 12 for the second and 15 for the final round.

Dana changed up each hair-brushing between measured strokes and rapid fire flurries which had the men hopping.

Nancy wielded the jokari in her usual venomous fashion , regardless of whose backside was draped over the sofa back.

Minutes later , the ladies ,exhausted from their efforts ,watched their well punished men with their noses pointed against the wall , hands on head and red, blistered bottoms on display.

Afterwards the humbled men were sent outside to clean up their mess while the ladies prepared dinner.
Janet pondered before picking up the phone , "Hi Stu...I just realized how rude it was for me not to invite you for Christmas dinner after all we put you through today......"

Gerry stood at the mantel sipping his eggnog , watching his arch rival , Stu Munroe  flirt with his wife.
"Why the heck did we invite him for?" he fumed to Nancy.
"Actually it was my idea Dad....I thought he might be a good catch for Aunt Katie...."
Gerry looked astonished. "There's a match made in hell!"
"Really Dad....you're just jealous because he's still into Mom!" she responded , hitting a nerve with Gerry.

His demeanour worsened when Janet pulled Stu under the mistletoe for a lingering kiss and then to the dance floor for a slow dance.

"How's my favorite brother in law doing?"
Gerry yelped when Janet's younger sister Katie greeted him with her traditional slap to his rear quarters.
"Geez Katie....take it easy will you!" Gerry protested giving Katie an affectionate hug.

"Don't tell me my sister gave you another Christmas ass paddling !What did you do this year?" Katie asked.

"He almost burned the house down trying to fry a turkey!" Janet interjected still clinging to Stu.
The two sisters hugged.
"I'd like to introduce you to Stu....our fire Chief!" Janet announced.
Katie drooled at the sight of the hunky fireman.
"A fireman indeed ? Let's get acquainted Chief!"she said, dragging Stu onto the dance floor.
"Well aren't you going to ask me to dance ?" Janet purred at her husband.
Gerry pulled his wife close to him ,"I know what you're up to Janet Blackwell and you know how I deal with naughty flirts....." he warned , giving her bottom a sharp smack.
"Of course I do my dear husband....."

 Janet had both palms clutching her husband's cheeks as tightly as they danced and Gerry returned the favour.
It was a ritual for her to caress the area of her husband's anatomy she had chastised so severely.
"If you're going to pout and huff every time I go near Stu I'll have to take you  downstairs for another spanking my husband!" Janet warned giving Gerry's cheeks a pinch.

Gerry winced and returned the favor squeezing Janet's juicy cheeks.
".....and if you keep flirting outrageously you'll be doing it with a sore backside young lady !"

Meanwhile Katie and Stu had taken  quite a liking to each other.
"Weren't you the football guy who dated Janet for a while in high school?" Katie asked.
"She really kept you on a short leash didn't she?"
Stu blushed , "Whatcha mean?"

Katie snuggled closer and gave Stu's behind a firm but playful slap which made him flinch.
"I think you know what I mean ' Stewieboy'" Katie teased.
Stu looked shocked , recognizing the pet  nickname Janet used when he displeased her.

Katie made sure to sit next to Stu for dinner which  seemed to please him also.
Janet , Nancy and Dana sat across from Gerry ,Jeff and Simon and enjoyed watching their men squirm on their sore  backsides they had combined to give them.
The suffering men were permitted pillows to sit on which did little to alieve their discomfort.

The pillows and squirming did not escape Stu's attention.
He leaned to whisper to Janet.
"Those three are squirming and wincing in their seats just like I used to do after you paddled me!" He whispered.
Janet smiled ,"That's what happens to naughty boys in this house 'Stewieboy' .....do you'd better behave yourself!"
A strange thrill pulsed through Stu's veins as he recalled those teenage spanking sessions over Janet's inviting lap.

As the drinks flowed , the evening heated  up , as did the relationship between Stu and Katie.
"I do believe your little sister has taken to our illustrious fire Chief! " Gerry said.
"I'm not sure if he'll be able to handle her though..." she pondered.

Later , a somewhat glassy eyed  Stu had a huge arm around Katie as they walked to the door.
"Stewieboy here has had a little too much to drink ,so I'm going to take him outside for some fresh air!" Katie told her sister.
"Behave yourselves!" Janet giggled.

Gerry was outside surveying the damage to the house when he saw new lovebirds Katie and Stu returning  from their walk
"That was fast!" He mused

Gerry squinted for a second look and cackled
When he saw the big fireman being led by the ear by the tiny Katie.
The expression on her face was one of he immediately recognized.
"I do believe our Fire Chief is about to have his backside set on fire!"

Stu stood rubbing his ear when they returned from outside.
"How was your....er..walk?" Janet's voice trailed off when she saw the Fury in her sister's face.
Meanwhile Stu was looking very sheepish.

"Is the basement free Janet?" Katie asked through gritted teeth.
"Why yes ...but...." Janet began .
"The Jokari is still in its usual l place ?"her sister asked ,giving  her rnew beau ' s ear another tweak before   leading him downstairs .

A stunned Janet was still scratching her head when Gerry returned.
"I don't know what Stu did but your sister is really pissed at him!" He told her excitedly.
They both recoiled when they heard the sounds emanating from the basement.
'THWAACK! ' 'WHAAAP!' 'CRAAACK!'
"YEOOOW!" "OOOOW!"
More thunderous cracks followed accompanied by loud yelps from fireman Stu.

Gerry and Janet looked at each other and smile.
"FIRE DOWN BELOW!" Janet hollered.
'WHAAACK!'  "OOOW!"
'THWAACK!'  "WAAAH!"
'WHAAAP'   "YEOOW!"
"The fire department are going to have quite a fire to put out by the time your sister is finished with the Chief!" Gerry laughed.
Janet nodded , "....and it's going to be smouldering  for days!" She giggled.

























Tuesday, December 15, 2015

The Early Christmas Gift - FM Spanking Story



"Hey Ian...does that pretty little wife of yours have any more snacks back there....these are delicious!" , Dave asked.
Host Ian was more interested in the video game he and his buddies were playing than absorbing his friend's question. 

"Sure.....Sally was up all night cooking like crazy and the fridge is full of goodies......beats me how we're ever going to eat them all so help yourself!"

Jack protested when Ian  wiped him out of the game.
"Dammit Ian....you're way too good at this game!" he said , stuffing a fancy h'ordoervues  in his mouth and spilling some of his beer on the floor.
"I wish Maggie could cook like that....these are awesome ." he added.

"You need to train her properly like Ian did with Sally!" Dave advised.
Jack cast him a sceptical look , " ...you're one to talk...Susan  has you wrapped around her little finger!"
Dave reacted by playfully tossing a handful of popcorn at his friend , adding to the large mess in the room and left for the kitchen for more food.

"These wings are delicious ..." Jack commented, adding another wing bone to the pile beside his beer.
"They're great but these little shrimp things are fantastic.....Sally's a keeper alright Ian...she's hot....a great golfer and can cook as well! "Dave added , polishing off the last shrimp snack.

" Yea.....and tonight Sally will be on her knees giving me my pre-Christmas gift!" Ian boasted,  his confidence boosted artificially by the scotch and beer the trio had consumed .
His friends cackled in unison and slapped each other on the back.

Their hilarity was abruptly halted by the loud slamming of the door behind them.
"Is that so Ian?" Sally asked with a noticeable firmness in her tone.
Ian's face flushed red," Sally! you're back! " he said with a slur .
His pretty wife stood holding a grocery bag in each arm looking like she was about to explode with rage.

Taking a look at the mess around her, Sally almost did, but was able to remain calm.
"If anyone is going to be on their knees tonight it will be you mister!" she seethed.
Sally looked at the coffee table where the men were sitting and gasped.
"I hope those are not the h'orsdeurves I made for the Christmas get together tonight?"she questioned.

"Uh.....get together...tonight?" Ian blurted.
Sally quickly concluded that the scraps and bones did represent what was left of her festive buffet.
"Yes tonight.....with your two bozo friends there and their wives....don't you remember?" Sally fumed.

Dave scratched his head , "Dammit....Susan reminded me about it yesterday but....."
Jack looked at his phone and saw two unanswered messages from his wife Maggie about the event.
"SHIT!  I'm a dead man!" He exclaimed.

In an attempt to placate his wife , Ian rose and took the grocery bags from his wife.
"I was just telling the guys how good your golf swing is honey...."
Sally glared at him.
"It sure is .....and  it's going to be getting some practice after these two leave.....but it won't be a golf club l'll be swinging....will it honey?" she said with a hint of warning.

Both of Ian's friends knew exactly what Sally meant.
The three couples had been friends since high school and knew each other well.
 Dave and Jack knew that it was Sally who kept Ian in line when he needed it...just like their wives did with them!

All three households kept a sturdy hairbrush in the ladies' bedroom dresser , reserved for occasions such as this , when the men misbehaved.
A good dose of the hairbrush to their backsides kept their husband in line and their marriage happy.
The wives just had to mention the hairbrush and their husbands would shape up!

So Dave and Jack knew very well what Sally had in store for their unfortunate friend and were anxious to avoid a similar fate.
"Well .....we'd best be going...gotta get ready for tonight you know...", Jack babbled while Dave nodded anxiously.
Sally put a hand up to freeze the pair on the spot.
"Not until I phone Maggie and Susan to let them know how you three spent your afternoon. I know for a fact you gave them excuses you were somewhere else.....just like dum-dum here did with me.....you guys just never learn do you?"



Sally picked up her cell phone and dialed Maggie.
"Just a sec Mags we need to get Susan on the line for this."
When all three ladies were on the line , Sally put her phone on speaker and began.

"You may be surprised to know that Dave and Jack have spent the day here with Ian , drinking ,playing video games....and eating most of the food I made for tonight...."
There was a hushed silence before Susan and Maggie exclaimed in unified disbelief, "WHAT?".

It was just one word , but the tone of its delivery struck fear into Dave and Jack.
The two men babbled incomprehensible excuses while their wives scorched their ears with well deserved lectures over the speaker phone.
"I'm so sorry my inconsiderate husband ate your food Sally , I know how hard you worked on that...." Maggie said.
"Yes I really want to apologize for Dave too Sally....I suppose we'll have to cancel for tonight?" Susan added.
"No I won't hear of it....we are going ahead with our night. I've got some baking in the freezer and there's still have time to whip up a few goodies.....that's after I've finished whipping something else!" Sally said , glaring at Steve.

Susan and Maggie cackled in delight.
"Don't worry Sally , Mags and I will be doing some heavy whipping too once we get those home..." Susan chirped .
"I'm gonna blister your butt Jack!" Maggie yelled.
Sally pointed the phone to Jack and Dave who were looking very flustered.
"Do you two have anything to say before I send you home to take your medicine?" she asked with a smirk.
The two men mouthed a remorseful 'SORRY' to Sally and beat a hasty retreat .



It did not take the pair  more than a couple of minutes to get outside, but by the time they were passing their friends' bedroom window ,  familiar sounds stopped them in their tracks.
'WHOP!''WHOP!''WHOP!''WHOP!''WHOP!''WHOP!'
"YEOOW!' "OOOW!" "OUCH!" "I'M SORRY HONEY!" "OOOW!"
'WHOP!''WHOP!''WHOP!''WHOP!'

The two men knew they were in deep trouble , and should be going home as fast as possible , but something inside stimulated their curiosity .
Even though they knew very well what was happening to their friend , they just had to stop and take a look through that window.

So they did.
The sight that met their eyes gave neither of them any solace.
Poor Ian was over his pretty wife's lap . and Sally was soundly applying her hairbrush to his bare backside .
Judging by the state of Ian's rear quarters , and the brush hitting a sweet spot each time, they both concurred Sally's golf swing was indeed be awesome!

A few moments passed as the pair stood in silence , their mouths agape , watching Sally whale away at Ian's backside.
it seemed like Sally would never stop so the pair departed the scene to go home and face the music.

Maggie and Jen had everything ready for their errant husbands when they arrived home.
The scene was identical in both households ; a wife comfortably seated on a straight back chair ; the dreaded hairbrush in her hand ; a lengthy scolding was issued , husband goes bare bottomed over his wife's knee ; more scolding from wife ; wife applies hairbrush to husband's backside ; husband's bottom is red and blistered ; husband stands in corner ; husband apologizes; husband unable to sit for the next day or so.

By the time Maggie and Jen had commenced spanking their husbands , Sally was finished spanking Ian.....and what a spanking it was!
Sally's brush had thoroughly scorched every inch of Ian's rear from the top of his cheeks to his upper thighs.

Sally supervised Ian after she placed him in a corner , hands on head, shifting from foot to foot fighting the urge to rub his sore bottom.
The colour of Ian's skin on the spanked area contrasted comically  with the lily white hue on the rest of his body.
It  looked like he was wearing a pair of skin tight red shorts!

"May I come out of  the corner now Ma'am?" , Ian whimpered.
Relishing her sense of power , Sally sat back in her chair pondering her husband's request before responding.
"We still have the little matter of that comment you made to your friends mister....something about me being on my knees?" Sally asked sternly.
"I'm sorry I said that Ma'am....really I am....."Ian mumbled into the corner.
"Oh you're gonna be sorry alright!", Sally remarked.
"Turn around Ian!".

Slowly Ian turned , raising his head to regard his wife , his jaw dropped.
During his time in the corner, Sally had changed out of her shopping clothes.
Now she was naked from the waist up , her pert breasts exposed, and she wore a pair of red, crotchless panties Ian had never seen before.
Black stockings and heels completed her compelling look.
"STRIP!" She barked at Ian abruptly.
Her stunned husband was like a deer in headlights.
"I said strip mister....every stitch off!"

Slowly Ian removed his clothes and stood at attention before his wife , arms at his sides and his huge erection wavering like a flagpole.
Sally laughed out loud.
"You're not such the big man now are you Ian are you ? Getting you bare bottom spanked by 'the little wife!'" , she teased.


Ian's face reddened and his jaw dropped again when his wife showed him a large dildo which she proceeded to harness around her waist.
"What.....what are you doing Sally?", he asked , even though his head told him exactly what she was about to do.

Sally finished positioning the strap-on and regarded the large rubber penis with a smile.
"Impressive isn't it dear? You should see the large ones they have at the store!" she giggled.
Ian gulped and his butt cheeks clenched involuntarily.

Looking closely at the dildo Ian  realized it was shaped like a little Santa!
"Santa's here and he's ready to go down your chimney darling! Are you ready for your early Christmas present ?" Sally asked.
"Don't worry honey ....I'll make sure to lubricate Santa really well so he goes in nice and easy.....now get on your knees!" Sally ordered curtly.

Ian hesitated , his eyes growing as large as saucers.
"Please Sally....no..." he pleaded.
Sally pointed to the bed.
"On your knees and spread those cheeks or or you'll get  another dose of my brush for disobedience."

Tears were welling in Ian's eyes now , but Sally was unrelenting.
She watched excitedly when he crawled onto the bed and assumed the position.
As promised , Sally liberally lubricated the shaft  and took up her position behind Ian.

Ian gasped when his wife spread his cheeks and he felt a gob of cold gel around his anus.
His body shuddered when Sally inserted her finger inside him.
"Mmmmm....you're pretty  tight ....relax baby." She told him.
Removing her finger , Sally lined up the tip of Santa's hat against its target.
Slowly she pushed from her hips easing the Santa inside Ian.
Ian held his breath and tried to relax as Santa travelled deeper and deeper inside him until only his tiny black boots were visible.
"GAAAAH!" He exhaled , trying not to scream like a girl.

 Sally was thoroughly enjoying herself now , thrusting against her husband's tender , red cheeks.
Ian was enduring the experience rather than enjoying it.
He tried to synchronize with his wife's thrusting to make it easier for him to take but it didn't help.
Her confidence rising , Sally pushed harder and rammed Santa deeper into her husband.
Ian moaned and winced as Sally's thighs slapped rythymically against his tender skin.

Finally , Ian loudly sighed with relief when Sally carefully withdrew Santa .
"I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did sweetie !" She teased.
Then , grasping her husband  by the hair ,Sally turned him to face her.
"If I ever hear you speak about me , or any other woman for that matter, like that again Ian this is what you'll get.....now you have my permission to pleasure your wife " , she demanded , spreading her legs and pushing Ian's head between them.........

"The table looks wonderful Sally." Susan cooed excitedly.
"It sure does Sally....I can't wait to sit down and eat!" Maggie added.
Sally glanced over at the three men , standing remorsefully beside the fireplace mantel.
"I don't think those three are looking forward to sitting though!" She said to girlish titters
from her friends.

"Time to eat guys!" Sally called out.
The ladies tried to conceal their amusement when the trio walked stiffly over to the table.
The men mulled around the table uncertainly , rubbing their sore rears and hoping to avoid sitting down.

Sally pointed to the three chairs which had small pillows conveniently placed on them ,
"Take a seat boys....and do try to keep the squirming to a minimum!" she teased.
Sally had arranged the seating so the three women sat across from the men to enjoy watching them wince and grimace on their seats .
With moans , groans and lots of grimacing the men carefully lowered themselves onto their seats.
The pillows made little difference to their discomfort.

"The women giggled and clinked their wine glasses together while their men squirmed on their seats.
A Christmas song chimed out from the stereo .....'chestnuts roasting on an open fire' .....
"Somethings roasted but it's not chestnuts !" Maggie cackled and the men scowled.

The three wives made somewhat of a show of how easy and comfortable it was for them to sit.
Sally had placed a wrapped present in front of Maggie and Susan .
"What's this Sally?" ,the ladies squealed in unison.
"An early Christmas surprise girls..." She told her friends , who frantically tore at the wrapping paper.
Ian studied the shape of the two long , narrow  gift tubes and almost choked on his wine.
He looked incredulously at his wife who winked saucily back at him.

"Speaking of early Christmas surprises  , did you get yours from Sally today Ian?"Dave enquired.
"DAVE! Be careful or I'll have to take you somewhere for another little talk!" Susan scolded her husband.
"Oh don't worry Dave ,  he got it alright.. he got it good and hard ....didn't you dear? Sally chuckled.

Maggie and Jen smiled broadly when they saw their very own strap on Santa dildos .
Their husbands looked much less pleased and Steve could only bow his head in embarrassment.
".....In fact I would say both of you guys are in for an  early Christmas surprise just like Ian's..... aren't they girls!" Sally laughed. "....by the way , I sure hope you guys have a good supply of KY Jelly at home!"


















Thursday, December 10, 2015

The Englishman Goes West - Illustrated MF Spanking Tale from the Old West


"I say sir….....I was wondering if you could give me some directions to find the Schoolhouse?" Nigel Davenport asked politely , gently tapping the shoulder of the cowboy in front of him.
It had been a long and tiring journey from Boston to Dustville where the Englishman was to take up the position as the new Schoolmaster.

The cowboy ignored him and then swirled around to face him.
"What the hell do you want stranger ?"
Nigel was taken aback , especially when the 
response came from a female voice.

It was Saloon Owner and Performer Belle Strand who had just returned from her daily ride.
It was an easy mistake to make as Belle was dressed in jeans , boots and a plaid shirt , her long red hair stuffed under a large brimmed hat.
"I am most sorry Madam…......I didn't mean to offend.My name is Davenport , the new Schoolmaster." Nigel apologized , tipping his bowler.

Belle warily eyed the stranger up and down.
He sure was good looking , but he looked ridiculous, she thought to herself , eyeing his strange garb.

"Sure you are.....– and I'm Abraham Lincoln mister." She taunted to laughter from the cowboys who had gathered around to inspect the oddly dressed stranger.
"You tell him Belle !" one of them cackled.
Belle laughed along with them , clearly enjoying mocking the awkward newcomer.
"You'd best get yourself some new duds before you get yourself killed !" she declared loudly.
The men laughed and slapped their thighs.
"Really Madam….......there's no need for rudeness,  I was just…....." Nigel began before Belle reached up and grabbed his bowler hat.

She inspected it and , taking a large knife from her belt , she poked two large holes in it.
"There ! This'll look better on my horse !" she cackled placing it over her horse's head and ears.
Nigel was doing his best to keep his composure .
"Madam that was uncalled for....
you'll need to compensate me for that hat now!" he told her.

"I'll compensate ya !" one of the cowboys growled stepping forward.
He took the hat from the horse , placed it on Nigel's head and pulled it down over his ears before giving him a shove which sent him reeling backwards.
Nigel stumbled around comically , struggling to remove his hat while  Belle and the crowd laughed uproariously.

Dusting himself off , Nigel stood up and took off his coat , carefully hanging it on the post beside him.
Then he rolled up his shirt sleeves and took up a stance in front of the man with his fists raised.
The crowd cackled again.
"Go get him Mick !" they roared.
"Take it easy on him Mick!" Belle warned , urging Mick on .
Mick stepped forward and swung one of his famous roundhouse punches.
Nigel dodged it easily , by deftly stepping aside.
After 3 more failed attempts by Mick to nail the stranger the crowd stood stunned when Mick slumped to the dirt after a flurry of lightening punches to his chin and nose.

The crowd was silenced  and showed Nigel respect by backing away.
It was well deserved.....he had just felled the toughest , biggest guy in Dustville.
"And now for you Madam" Nigel announced taking Belle by the arm.
"You wouldn't hit a woman mister ?" Beth challenged putting a defensive hand to her face.
Nigel feigned outrage.
"No gentlemen would strike a woman ....but I do believe a good old fashioned spanking would teach you some manners Madam!"
 he replied.


Scooping Belle up , he bent her over his outstretched thigh and delivered a series of stinging swats to the seat of her jeans.
Dust rose in the air when the heavy slaps landed and the men laughed and cackled loudly at the sight.
Belle kicked and screamed but the Englishman kept up the spanking at a brisk pace before releasing her from his grip.
"Let that be a lesson to you Madam!
Next time you'll get the same  with your trousers down !" he warned her.

Belle's face was as red as her bottom and she furiously rubbed her seat.
"Where can I get a refreshment around here ?" he yelled , and the crowd of impressed men escorted him into the Saloon.

A furious and humiliated Belle followed meekly behind them , still gingerly rubbing her bottom.
In the quiet of her upstairs suite Beth's mood lightened upon reflection.
She had been very rude ,and for the first time in her life, a man had the courage to do something about it.
Wiggling her hips she shucked off her tight jeans.
She wore nothing underneath and caught a glimpse of her bare bottom in the mirror.
She could see red imprints on her skin where Nigel's punishing palm had landed.
Her skin was warm to the touch and still stung terribly.
In a strange way it felt comforting and she gently rubbed the area.

Nigel felt a tap on his shoulder as he sipped on his glass of water at the bar.
"I believe I owe you an apology Mr. Davenport.
My name is Belle Strand.....I own this Saloon and also entertain a little ." Belle said offering her hand to Nigel.

Nigel smiled and stood up , bowing to kiss her hand.
"How is your er…......I hope it didn't hurt too much but…...." He began.
Belle wagged a finger.
"No need to apologise Mr. Davenport ....I was quite rude- and I deserved every lick.
My behind is as red as my dress though " Belle giggled with a pout , rubbing the seat of her dress.
They both laughed.

Belle had changed into her best gown and looked much more feminine and enticing to Nigel.
"If I may be so bold , you look very beautiful in that dress Miss Strand " Nigel said.
Belle blushed "Why thank you.....why don't I drive you over to Schoolhouse Mr. Davenport...you must be very tired"

Nigel and Belle enjoyed a lively conversation on the short buggy ride to the Schoolhouse and romantic sparks soon began to fly.
"Can I invite you in for some tea Miss Strand ?" Nigel asked , unloading his trunk.
Belle was hoping for an invite and readily agreed.

The Schoolhouse housed comfortable quarters for the new Schoolteacher.
"Very nice….....there's just one thing missing ?" Nigel said eyeing the room.
He opened his trunk and carefully dusted off a framed photo , looking at it lovingly.
Belle wrinkled her cute nose as if she had smelt something bad.
"Yuck .....who is that old bag ? You're not going to hang that on the wall are you?" she blurted out without thinking.

Nigel bristled at Belle's comment and glared angrily at her.
Carefully he finished hanging the photo of his beloved Queen Victoria on the wall and stepped down from the chair.
"I can understand that you colonials may have a dislike for Royalty Miss Strand,  but an Englishman cannot stand idly by when you insult my Queen!" Nigel said firmly.

Belle was surprised by his strong reaction and tried to explain .
"Sorry Mr. Devonport…,  but …I…didn't realize you would be so offended or I……..." she began but stopped when Nigel advanced menacingly towards her.
Belle backed away and Nigel stepped closer , rolling up his shirt sleeves.
"What....……what are you going to do ?" Belle asked nervously , her eyes darting around the room for an escape route.

With Belle trapped helplessly in a corner , Nigel carefully tucked his sleeves before addressing her.
"It seems you didn't learn much from that earlier spanking Miss Strand , so this time the medicine will be much stronger !" Nigel announced , seizing Belle's wrists and pulling her to him.

"You wouldn't dare! ...….you can't…….......don't you dare spank me again ….." Belle squealed as Nigel guided her across the room to the chair he had used to hang the picture.
In one movement he sat down , tipping Belle head first over his lap.
Belle put both palms on the floor to balance herself and wildly kicked her legs in a defiant attempt to escape from her vulnerable position.
Nigel effortlessly held her in place with a hand in the small of her back .
Ignoring her kicks , he reached down and grasped the hem of Belle's long dress and hoisted it up.
"Mr. Davenport ….HOW DARE YOU !" she exclaimed in outrage.

Ignoring Belle's protests , Nigel proceeded to hoist her many petticoats as well.
Luckily for Belle , she was wearing her knee length pantaloons and Nigel made no attempt to lower them.
However , he did pause to enjoy the view of her skimpy clothing , clinging to Belle's female curves and her white and  milky thighs.

Belle kicked harder , but was unable to escape Nigel's grasp.
"As a gentleman I would not usually disturb your clothing in this manner , but I doubt if you would feel anything through all those layers Miss Strand ." Nigel explained calmly .
`SMACK' `SMACK' `SMACK'
"Ooooooow that hurts !" Belle yelped as Nigel's palm landed crisply on her exposed target.
`WHACK'`WHACK' SMACK' `SMACK'`WHACK'`SMACK' `SMACK' `SMACK'
"YEOOOOW ! OW! OUCH !" Belle squealed as Nigel peppered her scantily clad rear with a flurry of stinging spanks.


Belle struggled and squirmed on Nigel's lap in a vain attempt to avoid the whacks raining down on her bottom.
The burning and stinging in Belle's posterior intensified with the pace of the spanking.
"I'm sorry Mr. Davenport…..     I'm so sorry…........I'll never say things about her Majesty again…......I promise …please stop it burns so much !" Belle pleaded.

Nigel paused to consider her promise and raised his hand for one more whack before reconsidering.
"I believe you've learned your lesson Miss Strand." He replied ,helping her to her feet.
Belle immediately tried to restore her dress and petticoats , but Nigel intervened.

"Keep those skirts up Miss Strand , your punishment cannot be complete without some corner time!" he scolded.



Taking Belle by the ear he led he to the corner.

"Keep that pretty little nose in the corner and think about your behaviour young lady."
"OOOOH ! You sure spank hard Mr. Davenport !" Belle moaned.
Looking very pleased with himself , Nigel rolled his sleeves back down and buttoned his cuffs.
"Be warned that I can spank a lot harder than that Miss Strand." He replied.


Belle glanced at the wall beside her and saw Queen Victoria staring down at her.

She was quite sure the old bag was very amused at her predicament.
The session in the corner  , and stinging in her bottom stirred feelings inside Belle she had not felt for a long time , and when Nigel finally allowed her to leave she longed for him to take her in his arms and ravish her.....but Nigel remained the perfect gentleman and escorted her home.

Belle squirmed on the hard seat of the buggy during the short drive home.
The stinging in her bottom had subsided somewhat , and now she felt a satisfying tingle and glow,  despite her discomfort.
Meeting Nigel gave her an unexpected thrill.
She had only just met this intriguing man , and he had already warmed her bottom twice in one day.
No man had ever dared do that before.

Later,  as she prepared for bed , Belle paused naked in front of her full length mirror before donning her nightgown.
Curiously she turned around to examine her freshly spanked bottom.
The skin was still pinkish and red and warm to the touch.
In her mind she conjured up images of her next encounter with the new Schoolmaster, and she hoped it would end in another red bottom  !

The next day Nigel went right to work setting up the new Schoolhouse for its opening lesson.
He loved teaching and was very excited about his new assignment .
Admittedly he was also smitten with the town's pretty, yet fiery Saloon Owner .
Upon reflection he wondered if he had gone too far the previous evening by exposing her undies and soundly spanking her.
Perhaps she would never want to see him again?

His fears disappeared when Belle appeared at the doorway smiling broadly.
"I was just going for a ride and wondered if you needed a break from all this Schoolwork.
Want to join me ?" Belle asked boldly.

Nigel eyed the vision before him , dressed in a leather waistcoat , riding skirt and knee length boots.
Belle's flaming red hair was draped over her shoulders .
He admired her natural beauty . long slender neck and cheekbones.
Nigel disarmed Belle with that smile of his.
"That would be lovely Miss Strand….......just let me finish off here…" he replied.
"Please……call me Belle…........can I call you Nigel?" Belle enquired.
Nigel nodded agreement , hurriedly putting away  books while Belle inspected the room.

"What's this for Nigel ? Its too thin to be a walking stick " Belle observed .
In her hand was a long thin cane with a curved handle.

Nigel took the cane from Belle and examined it proudly.
"Tools of the trade Belle....it's very common in classrooms back home on England.
" He explained , swishing the implement expertly,

"It's for punishing naughty pupils....reserved mostly for boys.... 6 of the best on the seat of a boy's trousers is enough to make sitting quite uncomfortable for him a while." Nigel went on.

Belle smiled impishly and took the cane from him.
"Really - only the boys got this....and on their backsides too.....what about the girls?" She asked.
"Young ladies are much too delicate to receive such a punishment Belle ......but I'm quite sure they enjoyed watching the boys receive a good whacking "Nigel replied.

"I was caned so many times that the College presented it to me when I graduated!" Nigel chuckled in reflection.
Belle swished the cane enthusiastically again.
"Now I know what to do with you if you ever step out of line Mr. Davenport." She mocked and was pleased to see Nigel blush.

Nigel and Belle dismounted to walk their horses slowly as they explored the nearby countryside together .

They talked , flirted and teased each other as new lovers do.
A playful debate on who could ride better ensued and Belle issued a challenge to Nigel .
"Lets have a race back to town !" she challenged.
Nigel readily accepted , confidently assuring her that he would be the winner.

Belle raised an eyebrow.
"If you're so sure of yourself Nigel Davenport why don't we have a little wager?" she teased.
Nigel quickly agreed.
"Just name it !" he boasted.
Belle put a finger to her chin in contemplation.


Her impish grin reappeared.
"OK ..... If you win , I'll let you have that kiss I know you've been wanting since we first met.
If you lose ......then you'll  get 'six of the best' with that cane in the Schoolhouse !"
Nigel was momentarily surprised by the wager.
The kiss was certainly what he wanted… but to be caned-  …by a woman ?

What was he hesitating for ? – he'd never lose anyway!
He thrust out a hand and Belle shook it to seal the wager.
As they lined up their mounts to begin the race Nigel smiled at Belle.
"I'm looking forward to that kiss Belle !" he said.
Belle held her head high in defiance.
"Not as much as I'm looking forward to caning that English backside of yours !" she announced and they galloped off to start the race.

The race was neck and neck all the way with the lead changing hands every minute.
As they approached the finish Nigel  had to admire Belle's riding skills .
He had expected to be well ahead of her at this point but she was right on his tail.
Nigel pushed his mount harder when they turned the last curve and smiled when he saw Belle fade back into the distance.
He only had the small stream to clear and he was home free.
As he prepared for the leap , Nigel felt his body forced forward when his horse ground to a sudden stop.
He was able to hang onto the reigns , only just able to stay in the saddle.

Behind him he could hear Belle approaching.
Digging in his heels , he spurred his horse to cross the stream but only spooked it even more.
Belle glided by and leapt over the stream , pausing to look back at the still struggling Nigel.
Oh I forgot to tell you Nigel .....– he hates water .You'll have to walk him over it if you want to get home tonight !" she giggled before cantering off to the finish line.

Nigel glared angrily at Belle when he finally arrived at the finish line .
"DAMMIT Belle – that was cheating !" he complained.
Belle wagged a finger at him.
"Tut , tut …such foul language Mr. Davenport , I'm afraid that just earned you another 4 strokes of the cane......care to try for an even dozen ?" she warned.

Nigel fumed and sulked like a real schoolboy  all the way back to the Schoolhouse while Belle positively beamed.
Once inside she quickly opened the closet and produced the cane.
"Surely you're not serious about this Belle…........I do have my pride …" Nigel reasoned.

Belle flexed the cane.
"I'm afraid your pride is about to be seriously dented Mr. Davenport. You've been caned enough times to know the routine so stop stalling and bend over !" she ordered in her best Schoolmistress voice.

With a sigh , Nigel dutifully bent over and touched his toes.
Belle swished the cane , relishing the power in her hands.
"As you may recall Mr. Davenport, I suffered the indignity of having my petticoats raised , so  it's only fair you are treated the same way." Belle declared.

Nigel protested but Belle quickly silenced him .
"You've now earned yourself 12 of the best for arguing.....Now get those britches down right now and get back in position!"  Belle yelled.
The determined look on Belle's face told Nigel not to argue further.
Slowly he undid his belt , dropped his pants and touched his toes.

Nigel's fancy Boston undershorts tightened against his muscular buttocks like a second skin when he bent over.
Ogling her attractive target Belle was somewhat at a loss as to how to proceed .
She had never caned anyone before so decided to exercise caution to start.
The first two strokes landed smartly enough on target but produced little reaction from Nigel.
The third stroke had  more power , producing a satisfyingly whack on impact .
Nigel winced visibly but remained silent.

Belle stepped back for the next stroke , flicking her wrist she really lashed the cane across Nigel's scantily clad cheeks.
`SWISH'
`CRACK'
"OW!"
Belle knew she had landed a beauty and smiled at Nigel's reaction.

Stepping back she carefully delivered 7 more strokes of the same measure with the same result.
Nigel was in some discomfort now and struggling to stay in position .
Taking a deep breath Belle paused before delivering the final and hardest stroke.
`THWAACK'
"AAAARGH !" Nigel howled loudly.
His flimsy undergarments offered little protection and he could feel the raised welts where the cane had seared into his skin
.

His heart pounded ,eyes watered  and he exhaled loudly still trying to remain composed.
"You may get up now Nigel." Belle declared , clearly enjoying her sense of power.
Nigel groaned and slowly straightened up.

Belle noticed that the seat of Nigel's drawers showed visible lines where the cane had cut into them.

Nigel held both arms stiffly at his sides , fighting an urge to rub his seared backside.
"Now we're even!" Belle beamed  putting the cane away.

"You can still have that kiss now if you like " she purred.
Nigel pulled her close, pressing his lips passionately against Belle's and winced when Belle dug her finger nails into his sore buttocks and squeezed.
The moment left them both Breathless and longing for more but Belle was due back at the Saloon so it would have to wait

The next day , Nigel enthusiastically welcomed his new pupils ushering them into the new Schoolhouse.
He was pleased that the children seemed pleased that he was there.
As the children sat at their desks , Nigel remained standing to teach .
Luckily this was his teaching style , because sitting was out of the question.

The angry stripes Belle had painted on his rear with the cane the previous day prevented him from sitting comfortably.
She had cunningly turned the tables on him , tempting him with a kiss and instead leaving him with a sore bottom.
These American ladies were a very different proposition from the English beauties he had previously courted.

Over at the Saloon , Belle was preparing to open for business and was feeling very pleased with herself.
She sang out loud in preparation for her performance later that evening.
"You're very happy this morning Belle , I guess your ride with the new Schoolmaster went well ........are you taking him for another one today ?" Joe the barman teased.
Belle grinned .
"No…........I don't think he'll want to do any more riding for a day or so Joe…" she chuckled.
Joe looked puzzled , " Don't tell me he's saddle sore already?"
Belle paused from shining the bar and looked impishly at Joe.
"He's sore alright – but its not from his saddle!" she replied before walking off to leave Joe scratching his head.

Later that evening Belle paid Nigel's a visit .
"Thought you might like some dessert ",  she cooed holding up a fresh apple pie she had baked.
Nigel took her hand , kissed it and invited her in.
She giggled as Nigel walked over to the mantle to retrieve his dinner plate.
"What did you expect?
I still can't sit down after that caning you gave me last night." He moaned , laughing along with Belle.
She wagged a finger at him.
"I hope it taught you a lesson not to wager with a lady!

Perhaps I should take a look at the 'damaged' area  ?" Belle teased seductively.
Belle squealed excitedly when Nigel took her in his arms.
"You are one very naughty young lady…......we would have to be formally engaged before you could do that !" he told her , with a gentle brush of his finger on her nose.

Nigel pulled Belle closer and they gazed into each others eyes.
Their lips edged slowly together and neither of them wanted the kiss to end.
"You realize this means we are officially courting now Nigel" Belle told him.
Nigel grinned " Yes my dear .....……and you know what that means don't you?" he replied.
Belle waited for him to explain.
"It means that a gentleman can spank his lady on her bare bottom my lovely!" he told her.
Belle's heart pounded at the very mention and she instinctively put a palm to the seat of her dress. "Oh my…..." She sighed "...and I'm so naughty  Sir." She pouted.
and for a few seconds they played a game of cat and mouse .
Over the next few weeks the romance between Saloon owner Belle Strand and Schoolmaster Nigel Davenport blossomed.
They became well know around town and were invited to all the important social events.
Together they enjoyed romantic rides in the country , picnics and long walks under the stars.

Belle made sure to tease and sass Nigel just enough to give him an excuse to take her over his lap for a good spanking !
Nigel quickly obliged by paddling the seat of Belle's jeans or skirt regularly.
On occasion he hoisted her skirts and petticoats and warm the seat of her skimpy pantaloons , but he always stopped short of giving Belle that  bare-bottomed spanking she yearned for and he had threatened her with when they started courting.

It didn't stop Belle trying , especially when Nigel watched her perform at the Saloon .
Belle would sing the rudest , bawdiest songs she knew while giving the men a tempting look at her shapely legs and short frilly undies.
Nigel made it clear he did not approve and warned Belle that such behaviour would have to stop once they were formally engaged but left it at that.

"Aw do we have to go Nigel .....….those people are so snooty …." Belle complained .
Nigel sighed "We go through this every time I ask you to attend one of these functions Belle.....they are not snobs – they are my friends so please make an effort." Nigel replied.
Belle stood up and spun around.
"You look wonderful darling. You'll be the envy of all the ladies at the Country Club" Nigel proudly declared.
She did look stunning .
Belle's red gown hugged her curvy figure and her striking red hair flowed over her bare shoulders.

Tea parties were not for Belle and it showed.
She pouted and frowned the whole time , making little effort to engage in conversation with the other guests.
Their hosts , the Von Hattens , were Dustville's most wealthy family and their house was filled with other wealthy and influential guests enjoying a rare moment of cultural enlightenment in the rough western town.

Everyone applauded politely when the Von Hatten's eldest daughter finished a long piano concerto.
"Perhaps you could play something for us Miss Strand ?" the hostess announced , looking at Belle.
Not one to shun the limelight, Belle gladly obliged and strode over to the piano.
Nigel escorted Belle to the piano.
"Play something nice Belle." He whispered in her ear.
Belle grinned mischieviously at him and sat down to play.

Belle's song started off well , but soon evolved into one of the rude , bawdy sings she belted out at the Saloon.
The room was aghast and some covered their ears or left the room to avoid the vulgarity.
To Belle it was sweet revenge on the upper class she detested and she was enjoying every minute.

When the tune ended , there was silence except for the applause of an old lady in the corner who was mostly deaf.
Belle stood up smiling broadly and feeling very pleased with herself.
However , her jaw dropped when a livid Nigel took a firm grip on her wrist.
"Is there somewhere I could take Miss Strand to…....er…....speak with her in private Mrs. Von Hatten?" he asked.
Mrs. Von Hatten lead him out of the room with Belle in tow.
"You can use the study Mr. Davenport." She said.
Nigel thanked her and Belle stood by speechless.
"Oh and Mr. Davenport ! You'll  find a good sturdy hairbrush in the desk drawer!"
Mrs. Von Hatten added with a smile.

Nigel pushed Belle into the study and closed the door.
"Surely you don't intend to ? N…ot here Nigel….....can't it wait until we get home?" Belle pleaded.
Ignoring her , Nigel retrieved the hairbrush from the desk.
"I fully intend to deal with you again once we are home my dear – but you need a lesson in manners right now , and afterwards you'll go back in there and apologise to those people !" Nigel scolded.

Belle backed away when Nigel advanced toward her.
She was able to take cover behind the desk but her dress made it difficult for her to manouvre , so when she did make her move Nigel caught her by her tiny waist and hoisted her off her feet.
Taking her firmly by the wrist , Nigel took a seat on the sofa.

"Take off that gown off Belle – I don't want to ruin it by hoisting it up." Nigel ordered.
Belle protested.
"I will not ......– and don't you dare spank me with that thing!" Belle yelled indignantly.
Nigel sighed and stood up.
"OK – have it your way Belle .." he said , picking her up again.
"Stoppit…! Don't you dare Nigel !" Belle squealed and kicked her feet while Nigel began undoing the buttons on gown.
Despite her struggles Nigel undid the gown,  letting  it drop to the floor.
Belle's eyes opened wide as saucers when she felt John undo the drawstring on the back of her expensive silk pantaloons.
"You wouldn't… dare! Stop this minute Nigel…..not on my bare bottom.....please!" Belle protested.
Nigel loosened the flimsy garment and whisked her drawers down to unveil Belle's bare bottom.
"You bastard Nigel Davenport …." Belle screamed .



Nigel tipped Belle head first over his lap.
She put both hands on the floor to steady herself and began kicking wildly with her feet.
A firm hand in the small of her back held her in place.
Nigel felt a bulge in his pants when he eyed Belle's shapely , bare bottom for the first time.
It was indeed a glorious sight and he could not resist placing his palm on the soft , milky white skin of Belle's twin globes.
His fingers explored the curves of Betth's bottom , hips and upper thighs.
Belle's kicking and struggling gave him tantalizing glimpses of the glistening treasures that lay beneath.
For a moment he thought he might give in to temptation but he was able to snap back to the task in hand.

He reached over and picked up the hairbrush.
`CRAAACK'
The back of the hairbrush snapped against Belle's bare skin.
She yelped loudly.
Nigel brought the brush down again and delivered a trio of stinging whacks which had Belle howling.
Belle had longed for this bare-bottom spanking , but not with that horrible hairbrush , and not with those snooty people listening in the next room.

The sound of the hairbrush whacking Belle's bare skin , accompanied by her loud protests and screams were quite audible over the piano concerto being performed in the main room.
Mrs. Von Hatten and her guests chuckled .
The sound of Belle being soundly spanked was music to their ears.

Belle's bottom was a fiery red now after Nigel delivered another crescendo of whacks.
"Please Nigel… stoppit…......it burns….....I'm sorry…........please stop........" she bawled.
Her legs no longer kicked , but Belle still bucked and wiggled on Nigel's lap , making sure to open her legs just enough to tease him .
Nigel delivered a final flurry of stinging swats and stood Belle up on her feet.
Holding her by the shoulders he looked into her teary eyes.
"After you compose yourself I expect you to go in there and apologize Belle !" he said firmly before pulling her into his arms and hugging her.
His hands slid down to caress Belle's freshly spanked cheeks Belle winced at the touch but
responded by putting a hand on the bulge in Nigel's trousers.
 bumps on the road Nigel….....my bottom really hurts" Belle complained enduring  the uncomfortable buggy ride home.
"Let me take care of this first  !" Belle cooed.
Both of them wanted more but knew this was not the time or the place.

Heads turned when Nigel entered the room and stood at the back to listen to the piano performance.
The study door opened again and Belle tentatively stepped in.
Her eyes were watery and her face flushed red , – although not as red as her bottom , which stung terribly.
She winced and walked stiffly forward to address the room.
"I'd like to apologise… to everyone for that horrible performance......." She began.
Nigel smiled.

"OUCH ! Can't you try to avoid those bumps in the road darling.....my poor bottom is so sore!" 
Nigel chuckled " Its your own fault my sweetie."
Belle pouted and glared at him.
 "Oh my poor bottom.......I can't wait to get this dress off !" Belle sighed when Nigel opened the door for her.
Nigel pulled her into his arms.
"Not as much as I do !" he told her.
Belle scurried behind the dressing screen and one by one , she tantalizingly draped articles of her clothing over the screen.
Nigel drooled and watched excitedly.

"AHHHH that's better " Belle moaned , stepping out from the screen wearing only a long , flowing silk robe.
She grimaced , gingerly rubbing her bottom.
"That hairbrush really hurts Nigel Davenport !" she whined , pouting her full lips.
Nigel put his arms around her tiny waist.
"You'd best get used to it Belle – .....that's what happens to naughty wives!" he told her.
"If that was a marriage proposal , it's customary for you to be on one knee Mr. Davenport ." Belle instructed.

Nigel promptly dropped to one knee and took both of Belle's hands in his. 
"Will you be my wife Belle?" He asked, gazing into her eyes.
Belle smiled ,easing her gown over her shoulders letting it drop to the floor.
"Of course I will Nigel Davenport." Belle cooed , placing her hands on Nigel's head and guiding it between her thighs.........


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Friday, November 20, 2015

Spanking Implement of Display - MF Comic

I had published the comic of these two couples previously from the FM perspective
Spanking Implement FM


but , as anyone who follows this blog regularly will tell you , I always like to even the score.
So here is the same comic edited to reflect the MF version.

Would anyone care to speculate on what is going on?
Love to hear from you

Glenmore



Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Spanking Private Jennings - MF Spanking Story


A number of you were asking when Private Debbie Jennings who made her debut on the blog in the story The Spanking Sergeants Well it's finally time to catch up with Debbie to see if she can manage to be spanked again....what do you think?

Private Debbie Jennings marched briskly back to her barracks  , her bottom still burning and tingling wonderfully from the impromptu spanking she had received from the hunky
Sergeant Blackwell.

She was anxious to get ready for her date with the unlikely Dexter Moulard.
As a teenager in California , the cute blonde had dated every hunky surf dude she met and Dexter certainly did not fall into that mould.
Perhaps that was why she liked him so much...maybe even loved him?
Physically , everything about Dexter was average but intellectually he was on top of his game.
Back home she would be rediculing him as a Nerd.

At the tender age of 26 , Dexter's genius in the hi-tech field had made him millions but you would never know it.
He was brought up in the bible belt under strict parents so his values and upbringing could not be more different from Debbie's.
He was strict , to the point , no nonsense and did not tolerate fools  which sometimes made him wonder what he saw in the dipsy , liberal , blonde Debbie.

Still ,their  romance was getting serious now after dating for months .
While they  had been intimate ,  Dexter's conservative values did not allow him to go too far before being betrothed.
Of course liberal  Debbie was of a different mind , but despite her best efforts , Dexter had not weakened - yet.
In a way Debbie admired Dexter's conservatism and liked the way he could take charge in their relationship , often scolding or lecturing her when she did something stupid or goofy- which was a lot!

That spanking from Sergeant Blackwell had made Debbie hornier than ever and she hoped that tonight would be the night she and Dexter would consummate their relationship.
After her shower she proudly admired her still glowing red bottom in the mirror.
She could still see the outline of  the Sergeant's palm prints where his heavy hand had landed repeatedly on the soft skin of her bottom.
It had been quite the spanking and one she had needed and wanted for some time.

Debbie had never been spanked as a child, but was still strangely fascinated by being taken over a strong man's lap and spanked on her bare bottom.
She hoped Dexter would be the sort of man to do just that.

The guys she had dated were not interested in spanking and apart from a few clumsy , half-hearted attempts she had remained a spanking virgin until the day she met a handsome young cowboy from Texas at a beach party , about a year before she joined the army.

She had teased him incessantly all night until he finally hauled her off to a sand dune and gave her the first real spanking of her life.
Her string bikini offered scant protection as he set her bottom on fire and afterwards they made love with a passion she had never experienced before.

Her spanking cowboy has  kept her bottom warm on a regular basis until they both went their separate ways.
Debbie longed for Dexter to do the same thing to her , the way Sergeant Blackwell did.
Now there was a man who knew how to spank.
She envied his pretty wife Dana , "I'll bet she must be going over his knee for a spanking twice a week!" she mused.
If only Debbie knew the truth!

Debbie stared at her lingerie draw and pondered .
Should she?
She held up the 'spanking' leotard she had purchased recently on line.

The black spandex would hug and enhance her curves and her entire bare bottom would be exposed prompting Dexter  to take her over his knee.
Surely that should be a big enough hint for him to spank her?
Impishly grinning she squeezed into the racy item.
It certainly did enhance her feminine attributes but she gasped when she spun around for a rear view.
The leotard did display her glorious bare bottom wonderfully......but it was still bright red and even had visible imprints of Sergeant Blackwell's palm.
That might be hard to explain to Dexter but she decided to roll the dice anyway. All she had to do now was be a naughty brat all evening to earn that spanking.....that part was easy.

She started by being at least 20 minutes late and , as she expected, Dexter was furious.
"Really Deborah....if the army taught you one thing I would have thought it would be punctuality! Now we're going to be late for the Art Exhibit..."
Debbie raised a brow in disbelief.
"Art Exhibit? I thought we were going to a club?"
Dexter nodded. "We are....the Metro Art Club...one of my clients is displaying her exhibits there....don't you remember?"
He looked at Debbie in her short,seductive ,curve hugging dress and heels.
"I guess you didn't .....you're not exactly dressed for an art exhibit....don't you have a shawl or cape or something?" he scolded.
Debbie's face flushed and she stood with hands on hips.
"No I do NOT have a shawl Dexter! You can be such an ass hole sometimes!" She spat.

Dexter did not appreciate poor manners or foul language and Debbie knew it.She also knew quite well they were going to an art show and chose to ignore Dexter's dress instructions.
She waited anxiously for his reaction.
There seemed to be a slow burn travelling through his veins as he glared angrily at Debbie.
He took her by both wrists and pulled her to him.
"If we weren't already late I'd take you inside and teach you some manners young lady...
but you had better be on your best behaviour this evening or so help me you'll get a good sound spanking!" he warned.
Debbie's heart pounded and she felt she would swoon.
Dexter had mouthed the 'S' word for the first time....but did he really mean it?

The stuffy affair at the art gallery gave Debbie lots of opportunity to misbehave.
She flaunted her revealing attire , drank a little too much and loudly panned the various paintings.
People began to notice so Dexter discretely warned her to behave.
"I wasn't joking about that spanking miss Deborah..you'd better behave!"
Debbie's bottom tingled.She was almost there!

She seized her opportunity when Dexter introduced her to his client the artist featured in the exhibit.
She had the typical,arrogant  'artsy' demeanour , which onlyvadded fuel to Debbie's plan.
Soon the pair were engaged in a heated  debate.
Debbie was no dumb blonde an had a good enough knowledge of art to hold her own and was enjoying winding up the haughty lady artist.
Meanwhile Dexter stood uncomfortably  ,squeezing Debbie's arm to lead her away but Debbie resisted.
There was a hushed silence when Debbie delivered a foul-mouthed insult to the stunned lady.
Dexter's jaw dropped and for a moment he was stunned and speechless.
He pulled Debbie to him and she looked up at him defiantly.
"I believe you owe Miss Pringle and the entire room   an apology for that Deborah...I'm sure you didn't mean it?" he said.
Debbie flung her head back.
"Damn right I meant it!" she yelled.
Dexter scowled and looked at Miss Pringle.
"I'm so sorry Eva ...is there somewhere I could er...speak..privately with my girlfriend?" he asked , tightening his grip on Debbie's arm.

Debbie heard a bold and familiar male voice reply.
"You can use the cloakroom down the hall Sir. I believe there is a big straight back chair in there which will be quite useful !"
Debbie's head twisted and her eyes bulged at the sight of handsome Sergeant Blackwell who was standing with his wife Dana.

Dexter grinned, "Thank you Sir!" he said , giving his girlfriend an angry glare.
"You were warned Deborah!" he said and guided her away from the room.
"WAIT!" a female voice called out.
Dana Blackwell reached into her bag and produced a stout wooden hairbrush.
When she handed the implement  to Dexter , Debbie noticed it had no bristles...it had one purpose....spanking!
A beaming Dexter thanked Dana , and Debbie struggled to keep up as he purposefully dragged her down the hall to the cloakroom to laughter and applause from the onlookers.

As people returned to mingling and discussing the art exhibit , Dexter got down to business finally dealing with his naughty girlfriend.
Taking his place on the big chair he tipped Debbie over his lap.
He paused to admire the sight of Debbie's shapely derriere before hoisting her tight skirt.
Debbie trembled with excitement and anticipation when she felt the cool air on her cheeks , fully exposed by her spanking outfit.At last she was over Dexter's lap and ready  for a spanking!

Dexter gasped in surprise when Debbie' glorious twin globes were displayed.
He also noticed Debbie's skin was bright  red and was sure he could make out the imprints of a large male hand.

Debbie looked up to see Dexter's reaction and felt the need to explain.
"I got in trouble at the base today and would have had my leave cancelled ....but Sergeant Blackwell agreed to a spanking instead."
Dexter was furious .
"Is that so? Well I'll be making it clear to Sergeant Blackwell that I'm the only one who spanks my fiancé"
Debbie's face lit up.
"Fiancé? " she gushed.

Dexter reached into his inside pocket to produce a small velvet box and handed it to a stunned Debbie.
"OMIGOSH! You mean it Dexter?"she asked when she opened it to reveal a huge , sparkling diamond ring.
"I was planning on asking you at dinner tonight ...will you be my wife Deborah?" Dexter asked.
Debbie looked up at him with an impish grin.
"You know the tradition is for you to ask me while on one knee Dexter....not with your future wife OVER your knee!" She giggled .
Dexter leaned over to place the ring on her finger.
"I have a hunch my future wife will be over my knee quite a bit so get used to it." He smiled , planting a kiss on Debbie's full lips.
"I will be your wife Dexter Moulard...." Debbie purred, ".....now are you going to spank me or not?"
Dexter grinned and caressed his new Fiance's shapely bare bottom.
"Oh I'm going to spank you alright, and now that we're engaged I can spank you on your bare bottom.
"YEOOW!" Debbie yelped when Dexter's palm smacked her bottom for the first time.

Back at the art exhibit Dana Blackwell chuckled at the sound of a very hard spanking echoed from the cloakroom.
"That sassy little minx is getting what she deserves!
Simon nodded but shifted uncomfortably as he pretended to study a painting.
Dana put a hand up to turn his head to face her.
"Got something to tell me Simon?" she asked ,knowing her husband well.
Simon opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.
"It's ok....Betty told me all about the cute little Private Jennings...."
Simon put his hands up to placate his wife.
"There's nothing going on Dana....honest."
Dana pondered , "Then why are you looking so guilty then?"
Before he could answer, the door to the cloakroom opened and the happy couple emerged.
Dexter was looking proud and very pleased with himself while a disheveled looking Debbie looked as uncomfortable as she felt.
The combination of Dexter's palm and Dana's paddle had set her backside on fire.....she would not be sitting comfortably for a while.

A beaming Dexter handed Dana her paddle.
"Thank you Ma'am ....I'm Dexter Moulard and this is my fiancé Deborah.
Debbie and Simon blushed in unison.
"Do you two know each other?" Dexter asked.
"Simon is your fiance's commanding officer...Sergeant Blackwell....aren't you dear?" Dana replied , revelling in Simon's  embarrassment.

Dexter bristled , looked at Debbie and back at Simon.
"I'm quite sure my fiancé deserved that spanking you gave her today Sergeant Blackwell but from now on I'll be taking care of her discipline if you don't mind."

Simon blushed and Dana looked like her head was about to explode.
"YOU SPANKED HER?" she yelled.
Debbie looked on supressing a giggle as her tough Sergeant squirmed beside his wife.
"Yes honey ....but it...." Simon babbled but Dana cut him off.
"Save it mister....I'll deal with you when we get home!"

Dexter chuckled , "The cloakroom is available now Mrs.Blackwell and your paddle is already nice and warm!"
Dana grinned , "Thank you Mr. Moulard but I have a special paddle at home reserved for my husband which is much more appropriate!"
Simon blushed and looked earnestly worried about his wife's public threat."Dana ! Please ?" He mouthed in protest.
Debbie had to put a hand to her mouth to cover her delight at her Sergeant's embarrassment.
"Sergeant Blackwell's wife spanks him! Just wait until they hear about this back at the base!" she thought....