Sunday, June 26, 2016

Saturday, June 25, 2016

Mom gets a Spanking - MF Spanking Story



Debbie lay on the bed on her tummy , her two bare reddened globes on display.
Her boyfriend Dexter grinned and snuggled beside her , caressing her hot skin.
"Careful Dex....I'm pretty tender back there !" Debbie said with a wince .
"If you didn't act like a brat I wouldn't have to spank you so much!" Dexter scolded.
Debbie giggled."I guess it runs in the family...."
"What do you mean?" Dexter asked , raising a brow.


Debbie had always wondered if her insatiable desire to be spanked stemmed from seeing her Mom being spanked by her Dad .
"Because my Mom was a brat just like me ..." she relented.


It had been over 10 years ago since she had first saw her Mom spanked  , but Debbie still remembered like it was yesterday.

Mom was quite the character ,just like Debbie always rebellious , sassy , mischievious and a real teaser.
Her behaviour would infuriate Debbie's straight-laced Dad who felt she was not setting a good example for their 3 young daughters.
Mom loved clothes and always followed the latest fashion trends.
Back then she was well into her 40's but still had a firm , trim body so looked good in anything , but her tastes sometimes displeased Dad who would often lecture  her to dress according to her age.

One day Dad flipped when he saw Mom wearing a low-cut top and some 'way-too-short' cut-offs which  showed a little too much skin in the wrong places.
Of course Debbie and her sisters thought Mom looked great and was  cool  for dressing the way they wished they could.

Dad scolded Mom,  telling her that the shorts and top were not appropriate and ordered her to go change before dinner.
The girls were shocked when Mom bristled and told him she took orders from no-one....not even Dad...
...so they all looked on in anticipation.
Dad repeated his order and of course , feisty Mom adamantly refused  ,even  calling Dad a few choice names into the bargain .

What happened next , surprised them all - especially Mom!
Dad rose to his full 6' 4" stature , picked up petite Mom holding  her under his arm like a rag doll.
Her shorts rode up even further , exposing even more of Mom's shapely cheeks  and the girls all gasped when  Dad undid them and whisked them down!
Then he began briskly spanking  Mom's scantily clad bottom.
She wore very brief , pink bikini panties which exposed most of her cheeks.
It wasn't a long spanking but Debbie recalls how her Mom's cheeks jiggled and quickly turned a bright red..


Mom's face was just as red when Dad stood her up and she looked so funny wiggling her hips trying to get back into her shorts.
There was a tense moment when they stared into each others eyes .
The girls looked on, wondering who would bend first.
Mom had a definite spark in her eye as she rubbed the seat of her shorts.
"Now go upstairs and change while the girls get dinner on the table." Dad said firmly.
For a moment it looked like Mom would relent but she replied cheekily , "I'll do no such thing you big brute ...you can't tell me what to wear!" she bristled, standing defiantly with hands on hips.
It was like she was saying the spanking was not enough and she wanted needed more!

Dad stood calmly with arms folded , a wry smile on his face as if he was actually pleased with his wife's resistance.
"Really? Well let's just see about that shall we?" he said .
Grabbing her arm he spun her around and delivered a hefty smack to the seat of her shorts ,propelling her towards the stairs.
He continued to smack her bottom all the way upstairs with Mom arguing and protesting all the way .
 The girls waited until they  heard their bedroom door close behind them and promptly scurried upstairs to listen in.

Dad wasn't  saying much but there was a loud commotion and they could hear Mom protesting ,saying things like "STOP" and "IT'S NOT FAIR!"
"AW NOOOO!"
Mom whined in a child-like voice until  they were all jolted by a loud 'CRACK!' followed by a loud scream from Mom.
Another loud smack  followed , then another and followed by more yelps from Mom.

"He's spanking her on her bare butt with the hairbrush!" my elder sister whispered excitedly.
Mom's spanking  was a long ,hard one this time .
Dad soon settled into a rythym with his spanks and had Mom bawling like a baby.

The girls cringed and grimaced with every hard whack to Mom's cheeks
"That's gotta burn!" Debbie's little sister remarked as a particularly hard series of spanks found a tender spot.

Finally there was not a sound except for Mom's sobbing and apologizing.
There was movement in the room so the girls   hurriedly ran downstairs.
A moment later the door opened and the sound of Dad's footsteps on the stairs.
He was slightly out of breath but looked quite pleased with himself.
"Come on girls....I asked you to get dinner on the table....chop-chop....Mom will be down in a minute." he said.
After hearing Mom's punishment they  quickly did as we were told.


Everyone was  seated at the table when Mom came downstairs.
Fresh make-up , clad more conservatively in capri pants.
She tried to look her usual bubbly self but her forced smile could not hide a grimace and she walked stiffly to the table.

There was no sense hiding the fact that the girls had heard her receive one heck of a spanking , so forever the drama queen , Mom decided to make  a scene of it, rubbing her bottom vigorously before producing a small pillow from behind her back and placing it on her seat.

"I hope you're pleased with yourself Frederick..my
 rear end is going to be sore for days  after that! It was well  deserved though I might add.." she added  , smiling at Dad.

Everyone giggled as Mom let out an exaggerated gasp and made a big scene of slowly lowering herself onto the pillow.

Mom squirmed and complained about her sore bottom all through dinner and Dad quite enjoyed teasing her about it.

Debbie could sense the sexual tension the spanking had created between her parents and felt stimulated herself.
She wondered what it felt like to be spanked by a strong man.

After that , Debbie would watch her parents closely and noted the veiled threats , the telltales signs like a hairbrush or wooden spoon left in an unfamiliar place , or the way Mom would squirm or wince when Dad would playfully pat her bottom, hoping she would  witness another spanking .

When the next event did eventually arrive a week or so later it caught Debbie completely off-guard.
Her parents had attended a posh dinner with some of Dad's clients so the babysitter had put the girls to bed by the time they arrived home.

They could hear Mom apologizing and pleading again so she must have done something to upset Dad.
Debbie crept out to the stair landing and saw Mom sitting on the sofa , nervously smoking a cigarette, awaiting Dad's return from driving the babysitter home.

Debbie had to duck back into her room when he returned as he immediately made his way upstairs  and emerged from her parent's room brandishing Mom's  hairbrush.
She heard him make sure the girls' bedroom doors were closed before she heard his steps downstairs.

It was pretty clear Mom was in for another spanking , and as the girls were in bed Dad was going to carry it out downstairs.

Debbie's heart pounded with excitement.
This was an opportunity she was not going to miss!
Carefully she turned the handle on her bedroom door and slowly eased it open, praying Dad would  not her .

On hands and knees she stealthily crept to the top of the stairs and peered through the railings.
She gasped at the sight.

Mom was stepping out of her long evening gown as Dad sat impatiently on the sofa with the hairbrush.
Mom looked ruefully at him and he signaled her to him with a pat of his lap.

As usual Mom looked amazing in matching black lace bra , panties and garter belt and black stockings and heels.
She took a moment to rub her scantily clad cheeks before draping herself over Dad's lap.
"Please Honey. ..not too hard ...the girls will hear." She pleaded.
"A spanking is a spanking honey!"Dad replied and began peeling down her panties to bare her bottom.

Teasingly Dad caressed Mom's bottom with the back of the brush and her cheeks  tensed.
Then he began.
Debbie looked on in awe as Dad snapped the back of the brush against Mom's jiggling cheeks again and again.
Needless to say , the racket awoke Debbie's  two sisters who joined her to watch the proceedings.
Mom kicked her legs and  wailed loudly as Dad transformed her lily white cheeks to a blazing red.

Then when Mom's bottom was sufficiently  chastened to Dad's satisfaction he helped her up and set her on his lap.
They embraced and she kissed him passionately.
For a moment Debbie thought her parents might make out right there in the sofa , but instead Dad scooped Mom up into his arms to carry her upstairs so the girls made a hasty retreat.

The next morning, Mom was her usually perky self and studied the girls as they sat at the breakfast table looking very guilty.
"So did you young ladies enjoy the show last night?" She scolded .
Guilt on the girls' faces was evident.
Mom rubbed the seat of her slacks and winced.
"I guess it's good for you girls to see what happens when a naughty wife drinks too much and embarrasses her husband in front of important clients. Dad could have lost that account because of me so I got what I deserved!" She explained to the astonished girls.
Mom rubbed her bottom again.
"Don't tell Dad , but personally I thought I got off easy.... he should have given me a taste of your Dad's belt as well!"
She laughed and produced that pillow again and placed it on her seat.
Mom made the girls laugh by again making a big scene of sitting down.
"My backside is hot enough to cook breakfast on !" Mom quipped.
Dad was sporting a satisfied smile when he joined them at the table , "It's your own fault Irene...I don't think there's a grown woman who gets spanked more than you do!" he quipped to everyone's surprise,"....and there's still time to give that naughty bottom of yours a dose of my belt before I go to work !" He added.














Saturday, June 11, 2016

Mrs. Janet Blackwell : Dr. of Discipline - FM Spanking Story



Susan tapped on the door to Dr. Janet Blackwell's office before poking her head inside.
"All your appointments for this morning have arrived Dr. Blackwell.
Shall I show the first one in?" she asked , handing janet a red file folder.

Dr. Blackwell took a moment to view the file before responding.
"The Cresswells' are back again I see!" she said , raising a brow , " Yes show them in Susan.."

Susan held the door open and a couple in their mid-forties entered.
Anita Cresswell glared at her husband , Tom who looked very sheepish.
Janet pointed to to one of the two chairs in front of her desk.
the chair Anita sat on was plush , well padded and comfy while the chair beside it was stark , wooden and hard.

"Make yourself comfortable Anita ." the Dr. said with a smile and put a hand up when Tom made a motion to sit on the other chair.
"I do not recall giving you permission to sit Cresswell...I can see why your wife has brought you back here so soon after your last session." she said sternly.

Tom Cresswell blushed , coughed nervously and stepped back in place.
"Sorry Ma'am." he muttered.
His wife shook her head and looked at him incredulously.
"It's amazing how your attitude changed the second Dr. Blackwell spoke to you!" she declared.

Janet peered at Tom Cresswell over the horn-rimmed glasses perched on her pretty nose.
"That is because you respect me isn't it Cresswell? Or is it because you know I'm going to give you the thrashing of your life?"

Her gaze turned to Anita.
"He does not afford you the same level of respect because you are clearly too lenient with him Anita."she scolded.
It was Anita's turn to look sheepish now.
"I gave you very specific instructions to follow , and had you done that you would not be back in my office so soon would you?"
"No Ma'am." Anita replied.

Tom Cresswell smirked , clearly enjoying the ear roasting his wife was enduring from Dr. Blackwell.
Unfortunately for him , it was not unnoticed.
Dr. Blackwell stood up and stared icily into his eyes.
"You Sir , can wipe that smile off your face and get your clothes off....every stitch!" she ordered.

Tom's jaw dropped , "My clothes...but...."
His protest was abruptly halted when Janet's palm slapped against his face.
"I SAID STRIP!  NAKED! NOW!" she yelled in his face.

As if someone had pressed fast forward , Tom discarded each item of his clothing and stood naked at attention.
Anita chuckled but her smile faded when the Dr. addressed her again.
"Listen carefully to me this time Anita.
I am going to give this stubborn husband of yours a thrashing he will never forget.
You will watch carefully , because once I am finished with him , he will receive a thrashing from you.
Take heed Anita , if I find that you are not thrashing him as soundly as he deserves , I will put you over my knee , and blister your backside with my hairbrush !
Understood?"
Anita was stunned .
"Yes Ma'am!"

Janet opened her desk drawer and produced the largest , monstrous looking paddle the Cresswells had ever seen.
It  was made of maple , 18" long , 1/4" thick and had holes in it for effectiveness.
Tom paled and a look of sheer terror enveloped his face.
He gulped and he could feel his knees knocking.

Janet pointed to the desk.
"Bend over and grip the sides of the desk Cresswell." she ordered curtly.
Tom promptly complied while his wife settled into her comfortable seat to observe.

Taking her position to Tom's left , Janet gripped the paddle with both hands.
Like a golfer , she adjusted her stance and raised the paddle above her head before bringing it down powerfully with a loud 'SPLAAATTTT!' against Tom's bare cheeks.
The sound was so loud it startled Susan and the other clients in the waiting room.
Tom's lungs  released a blood curdling wail .
"GAAAAAAH!"

He writhed on the desk but was able to stay in position.
"Keep your position or I will repeat the stroke Cresswell." Janet warned.
The big paddle rose and fell again and again on Tom's backside until it was blazing red , blistered and bruising.
He howled like a banshee throughout the punishment and even Anita felt a tinge of sympathy for him.
Janet paused after delivering  30 or so powerful whacks , leaving Tom a sobbing , sorry mess.

"I'm so sorry Anita....please make her stop !" Tom whinged.
Janet beckoned Anita to stand and handed her the paddle.
"Your turn Anita....and remember what I said." she warned.

A look of determination covered Anita's pretty face and she took the paddle from Janet.
"Stop your babbling Tom.....if you thought that was bad , just wait until I get going!" she said triumphantly.

Anita Cresswell was like a woman on a mission.
Weeks of frustration , enduring her husband's boorish behaviour , was vented on his already roasted bare backside.
There was no set amount of strokes as she normally did.
This time she just kept paddling his behind until she was satisfied , ignoring her husband's wailing , pleading and apologizing.

After delivering a final trio of massive whacks , she stopped to catch her breath.
"That' more like it Anita!" Janet congratulated her.
Then she motioned for a sore and sobbing Tom to rise.
"SIT!" she ordered , pointing to the hard chair.
Tom looked warily at the chair , amusing both ladies at his antics to lower his sore rear quarters onto it.

He sneakily managed to place the fingers of both hands under his thighs to elevate this tender sitting area slightly above the hard surface.
"HANDS CLASPED ON YOUR LAP MISTER !" Janet corrected him.
Tom removed his fingers and let out a pathetic , involuntary yelp when his tender skin met the harsh wood .

"Thomas Cresswell. Do you pledge to be respectful to your wife at all times and comply with the rules you have agreed on?" Janet asked.
"Yes Ma'am." Tom sighed.
"Look your wife and tell her Sir!"Janet prompted.
Through watery eyes , Tom apologized profusely to Anita.

Janet rose and extracted a thick , two-tailed yellow strap from the closet next to her desk.
She handed the strap to Anita Cresswell.
"Give him 40 whacks with this ...just to be sure he means it this time Anita ....10 on each hand , 10 on his thighs and 10 on his backside - make sure he is one sore boy for the next few days!"

Anita enthusiastically took the tawse from Janet.
"Please Anita....no more....not the tawse....please..." he begged.
"Hold out your hands!" Anita ordered.
Amusingly , poor Tom stomped his foot on the ground in a little tantrum before reluctantly offering both palms to Anita.
"That little exhibition just earned you another 5 mister." she scolded.

'THWAAAP!' 'THWAAAP!' "OOW!" "YEOOW!"
Alternating from palm to palm , Anita delivered 10 stingers to each hand then stood back in amusement and watched her naked husband hop up and down , waving his hands in the air in an effort to cool them off.
Wasting no time in continuing Tom's chastisement , Anita motioned him to bend over the desk.
Tom's backside was already red , blistered and swollen so she opted to deliver the remaining 20 strokes to the backs of his thighs.

Her husband's blood curdling screams startled the entire waiting room.
He squirmed and bucked on the desk but somehow managed to stay mostly in position until the full 20 strokes were done.
The strap left , ugly , red welts all across the backs of Tom's thighs.
He would not be sitting comfortably in the near future.

Meanwhile , in the waiting room , the wives teased their already terrified husbands about what awaited them.
Kyle Dennison was next in line and he stood stiffly and petrified while his wife Justine sat contently beside him.
"It won't be long now Kyle and it will be your turn." she teased.

Moments later , the door to Janet's office opened and Tom Cresswell hobbled out , his face red and tear-stained , sweat beading on his brow.
Anita guided him on a humiliating walk past the other couples to Susan's desk.

Supressing a giggle , Susan looked at her screen and tapped the keyboard.
"Mr. & Mrs. Cresswell. ....let me see now....that will be $250 for a consultation , $300 for the premium paddling , $200 for the supervised tawsing , plus admin fee and taxes that comes to $900 please.
How do you wish to pay?" she said aloud.

Tom's jaw dropped.
"$900!" he gasped.
Anita glared angrily at him.
"Pay it Tom!" she said in a threatening tone.
Tom sighed and promptly produced his credit card.

Susan happily handed Anita the receipt.
"Your next appointment is in 6 weeks from now but do call us if you need another session prior to that Mrs. Cresswell."

Janet took the next red file from Susan and scanned its contents.
"AH.....the Dennisons! Newlyweds! Please show them in Susan." she smiled.
Business was good.





















Saturday, June 4, 2016

Naughty French Maid - Part 3 - F/M Spanking Cartoon

Lady Blackwell decides the remedy is to give his Lordship a dose of his own medicine-but perhaps Fifi should not be so amused....