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Sunday, June 28, 2015

Red Card = Red Bottom - MF Spanking Story

With the FIFA Womens' World Cup going on here in Canada this summer , I just couldn't resist doing a story on naughty soccer ladies and soccermoms....enjoy!

"For @#$$&* sake Ref  open your eyes ...that was a penalty!" Janet Blackwell's deep , authoritative voice bellowed out onto the soccer field.
Janet's husband Gerry stood beside he , cringing at his wife's antics.
"You're a @#%$&* disgrace!" Janet added when the Referee ignored her and play continued.

Janet's Son-in-law , Jeff stood near the touchline shaking his head.
Like his wife Nancy , his Mother-in-law was a strong minded , formidable character not to be reckoned with .
She was the family Matriarch and , although he wanted to , he was not about to take her on.
The other spectators looked at her in disgust as her foul-mouthed tirade continued.
Usually Janet was under control , but there was something about watching her daughter play soccer which turned her into an uncontrollable monster.

Gerry glared at his wife who looked back at him defiantly.
On the field , Nancy was demonstrating she was just as fiery and tempestuous as her Mother .
Jeff gasped when he saw Nancy confront the Referee about the missed call.
"Let it go Nancy! Focus on the game ." he called out.
Nancy glanced over and promptly ignored him.
It was tough coaching your wife- especially Nancy!

"You tell him girl!" Janet encouraged.
Nobody heard Nancy's conversation with the Referee , but it was abruptly ended when he produced a vivid red card and ordered Nancy to leave the field.
A livid Janet responded by launching another string of expletives at the Referee , but this time it was interrupted when Gerry delivered a firm , roundhouse whack to the seat of her capris which seemed to bring her to her senses.
The spectators grinned and tittered in satisfaction.
"That's quite enough Janet..." he warned her , calmly but firmly.
Janet opened her mouth to respond but her husband's look convinced her to change her mind.

A red-faced and fuming Nancy brushed past Jeff as she strode off the field , but he caught hold of her waist and spun her around to face him.
Nancy's demeanour immediately changed. She had never seen Jeff this mad. It was actually quite exciting.
The normally mild-mannered Jeff was struggling to control his temper and looked down at Nancy.
The realisation that she had embarrassed Jeff and let down her team-mates suddenly sank in.

She bit her lip and looked up at Jeff.
"Sorry Jeff...that was dumb....I should have listened to you." she pouted.
Jeff pulled her closer.
"This is 'coach' Jeff speaking. Yes it was dumb and you'll be riding the bench for the next two games - after you serve your suspension!" he growled.
"YESSIR!" Nancy replied shakily.

Jeff continued , "This is your husband Jeff speaking. You've behaved like a rude , little spoilt brat - not for the first time - so you're going to be treated like one. Get that cute little tail of yours home right now ....but don't change....I want to see your nose in the corner of the hallway and stay there until I get home!" he ordered.
Nancy's legs felt weak at her husband's dominant behaviour. This was a Jeff she had never seen before and she kind of liked it!

"Yes Sir!" she replied with a hint of sarcasm.
She was stunned to silence when Jeff's right palm connected smartly with the seat of her tight shorts.
"Best get in the car young lady." her father interjected with a grin."Your Mother will drive home with you!" he added.
"GERRY!" Janet protested , hands on hips.
Her husband leaned closer to whisper in her ear.
"I'll bet all these folks-and especially that Referee - would just love to see me bend you over , yank down those pants and paddle your backside right here!"
Janet's face reddened and her jaw dropped , but she knew her husband did not make empty threats.
"'s best we both go dear..." she said , taking her daughter's arm.
Gerry took hold of Janet's arm.
"...and Janet...I want your nose in the corner just like Nancy to think about your behaviour today . I'l deal with you when Jeff and I get back."
The embarrassed ladies wasted no time in leaving the area.
Jeff winked at Gerry, "Thanks for that!"
"Like Mother , like Daughter !" Gerry shrugged

Nancy and Janet had calmed down during the drive home.
"I'm so ashamed at how I behaved..your Father is really gonna blister my butt when he gets home....and I can't say I don't deserve it " Janet lamented ,
Nancy slumped in her seat.
" I've never seen Jeff so pissed......he's really gonna tan my hide for this one!" She mused.

Janet looked at her daughter incredulously , "Well if he doesn't I certainly will  young lady- that is once I can sit down again! "
Nancy smiled nervously and her bottom tingled .
"You and I are going to be eating our meals standing up for the next day or two!"
Janet grinned - Her bottom was tingling again!

The soccer game concluded with a narrow 1-0 win for Nancy's team so  Jeff's mood had improved. somewhat.
He shook the Referee's hand and apologized to him for the abuse.
"I get it all the time." the Ref shrugged.
Gerry interjected , "Well that doesn't make it right Ref but don't worry , we can assure you that both of those ladies will have a part of their anatomy that is redder than your card once we get home !"
The Ref smiled.

"Do we really have to stand like this Mom? I feel ridiculous ..." Nancy complained , her nose touching the hallway wall.
"It's all part of the retribution dear ." Nancy replied into the wall.
Both felt a chill in their spine , and their bottoms tingled when they heard Jeff's car arrive.
"Get ready dear....the only question is ...will we get spanked together or separately?" Janet declared.

The two naughty ladies stood silently in position , noses to the wall like a couple of coat-stands when their men entered.
It was as if they really didn't exist.
Gerry and Jeff chatted about the game , took their time unpacking the van and then went to the kitchen where they helped themselves to a cold beer.

Janet looked at Nancy and shrugged.
After a few minutes , Jeff returned .
"So have you had time to think about your behavior young lady?" he asked curtly.
"Yessir!" she replied as politely as she could.
Then she let out a squeal when Jeff pinched her ear between his finger and thumb and let her away.

Janet remained in the corner expecting Gerry to appear but he did not.
She could hear Jeff's stern lecture and Nancy's barely audible apologies.
There was silence and then - 'WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!WHAP!
The sound of the back of the hairbrush snapping against bare skin , accompanied by Nancy's wailing echoed down the hall .

A prolific spanker herself , Janet found herself listening and critiquing Jeff's style.
"Pretty good for a beginner!" she thought to herself.
At first he delivered measured single hard swats , likely to alternating cheeks , and then gradually picked up the pace , spanking his wife non-stop - and hard!
"YEEEOOOW!" "OW!" "OW!" "OW!"
By Nancy's reaction , Janet guessed that series of spanks had been applied to the same tender spot.

Nancy's spanking continued and Janet felt excited .
Her cheeks clenched . "Where the heck was Gerry?"
The noise of Nancy's spanking had masked her husband's footsteps and she jerked in fright when he suddenly gripped her arm.
Silently he led her down the hallway and paused outside the room where Nancy was being spanked.
The door was open so Janet
 was able to get a good view of her daughter , sprawled over her husband's lap , still in full soccer uniform except that her shorts were yanked down to her knees.
By the state of her backside , Jeff had indeed delivered a spanking of epic proportions , clearly taking into account Nancy's crimes of the past.

Her thoughts were distracted by the sound of Gerry's leather belt snapping.
"Your turn Janet. Jeff should be finished with the hairbrush first but first you're getting that filthy mouth of yours washed out with soap before I give you a good taste of my belt!" he announced.
Janet's heart pounded at the prospect.

Jeff paused to wipe the sweat from his brow after concluding Nancy's spanking.
He laughed at her antics , dancing and hopping around the room , shorts still at her knees , rubbing her scorched back side.
"OH!" "OH!" "OMIGOSH....MY BUNS ARE ON FIRE!" she wailed.
The sound of Janet's strapping and her muffled cries resounded from the next room.

Taking a sobbing Nancy by the hand , Jeff led her out , pausing to watch Gerry apply the strap to Janet's behind.
The belt had already painted visible red lines on his mother-in-law's curvy behind , mostly in that tender area where her cheeks met her thighs.
Janet was on all fours on the bed , her fashionable capris and tiny panties tangled around her knees ,  legs apart , bottom hoisted high up and her face down.
After each stroke , Janet's face would bury itself into a pillow she was holding to muffle her screams .....and Jeff could see she was  chewing uncomfortably on a big bar of soap.

Gerry stopped when he saw Jeff who handed his father-in-law the brush.
"Time for the grand finale dear..the brush has arrived!" Gerry declared , sitting on the edge off the bed.
"AAAAW!" Janet groaned , hauling herself to an upright position.
She removed the soap from her mouth and gazed back to examine her rear ,  allowing herself a brief rub.
"Come on young lady...get over....we don't have all day!" Gerry commanded.
He was clearly relishing the task of warming his wife's shapely behind some more.

Janet looked briefly at Jeff and Nancy before draping herself over Gerry's lap.
"This might get a bit loud guys....she hates the brush!" Gerry beamed.
"Just get on with it Gerry!" Janet growled at him.
"OW!" "OOW!" "OW!" "OOOOW!"
"With pleasure darling!" Gerry replied with a wolfish grin.

Jeff returned to a grimacing Nancy whose jaw dropped when she saw Jeff was holding the strap her father had just scorched her mother's bottom with.
"Now Jeff....NO.....I'm so sorry...pleeeease....not the belt."Nancy pleaded
"Turn around , palms on the wall and stick out that naughty bottom of yours!
You really didn't think you'd get of that easy did you?" Jeff smirked.
Nancy pouted and faced the wall.
"Just one more thing....turn your head please." Jeff ordered.
When Nancy's head turned she saw he was holding a large bar of soap.
"Now that I know what you said to the Referee we need to wash out that little potty mouth of yours don't we? Open wide Nancy." he scolded.
Nancy moaned and gagged on the soap when Jeff rammed it in.
The thick leather whipped against Nancy's already punished backside and she struggled to stay in place until Jeff had administered a full dozen whacks.
In between strokes she could hear her Mother's howls and the hairbrush crack against bare skin.
Her Dad was right....she was noisy without the soap in her mouth!

Gerry and Jeff sat on the sofa sipping their beers and examining the red card sitting on the coffee table before them.
They turned their heads to look at their wives who were once again pressing their noses against the wall.
This time their hands were placed on top of their heads to avoid any attempts to rub their sore bottoms and their pants were at half mast allowing their glowing red bottoms to be on full display.
"I'd say we matched the colour just about right don't you Gerry?" Jeff asked teasingly.
Gerry tilted his head and studied the card.
"Hmmmm.....I'm not so sure Jeff...why don't you go fetch a couple of wooden spoons from the kitchen.....this job isn't done yet.!"
Janet's jaw dropped and she  looked at her daughter whose eyes were as large as saucers.
"I HATE SOCCER!" she said.

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

The Hen Party Present - Part 2 - A short spanking story

I know the story in the previous post was supposed to be short , but for some reason I couldn't leave it there so I have come up with a continuation in order to keep everyone happy.

Brendan's eyes brightened as he studied the 6 red lines he had painted on his fiancée's pert bare bottom with the cane.
It was so wonderful to watch Lindsay's cheeks jiggle as the cane snapped across them and her girlish yelps and apologies after each one.
His only regret is that it was over so fast.
Lindsay gyrated her hips and backside seductively.
"Thank you Sir I needed that." she purred.
"That's not all you need sweetheart!" Brendan chortled and began undoing his pants.

He was suddenly startled by a piercing female voice with a distinctly upper class English accent.
"What on earth is going on here !"
When Brendan turned he saw it was Jennifer , Lindsay's friend who had given her the cane and accessories as a present at the Hen Party.

"Jennifer? What are you doing here?" he stammered.
Lindsay remained in position with her striped bare bottom on display giggling girlishly.
Jennifer wore the same Schoolteacher's board on her head and had a cane of her own in her right hand.
She also wore a long black gown which draped down to her thighs to reveal black stockings and heels.
Brendan noted that Jennifer's cane was much thicker than the one he was holding.

Bending the cane with both hands , Jennifer stared imperiously into Brendan's eyes.
"It's Miss Bradshaw to you...and would you care to explain why you caned this poor girl on her bare bottom?
Surely you are familiar with the school rules ?
Girls can only be caned on the hand and not more than four strokes." she scolded.

Lindsay looked up with an impish grin.
"I tried to tell him Ma'am but he just wouldn't listen. Can I get up now please?" she said.
Jennifer sighed , "Yes you may...and cover up that bare bottom please..."
Springing to her feet , Lindsay cheekily stuck out a tongue at a red-faced Brendan , rubbed her bottom and restored her panties and skirt.

This time it was Jennifer who paced in front of Brendan , her heels echoing throughout the room.
"What are we to do with you?" she mused , her full lips pursing ,  her powerful gaze freezing Brendan to the spot.
"I think he should get a caning Miss ....just like mine....only worse....a real boy's caning!" Lindsay chirped excitedly.
Finally Brendan spoke, "Now listen hear Jen...I...."
His speech was halted when Jennifer whacked the cane loudly on the desk.
Brendan flinched.
"Did I not tell you to refer to me as Miss Bradshaw?" she seethed.

Brendan felt a shiver in his spine and his confidence crumbling before this powerful female.
"Yes...Miss Bradshaw....sorry Miss Bradshaw."
His fiancée put a hand to her mouth to cover her snicker.
"That's better." Jennifer said and began pacing again.
"This is the senior cane.....specifically designed to punish deserving male bottoms. That swishy little wand you used will sting....but this will HURT!" she said , emphasising the last word.

"School policy states that boys are to be caned on the seat of their trousers with up to 12 strokes .
For Senior boys , my position permits me the discretion to administer the 12 strokes on the bare bottom!" she announced.

Beads of sweat formed on Brendan's brow and his face had an expression of pure fear.
He looked at Lindsay for support but she only smiled and shrugged.
"I think you deserve the maximum punishment for what you did to that poor girl...don't you agree?" Jennifer declared.
"But...but it was..."
"SILENCE!" Jennifer bellowed and Brendan stiffened.

"Drop those trousers and bend over that desk boy or would you prefer I take you over my knee like a junior and spank your bare bottom with my brush?" Jennifer ordered.
Brendan wanted to resist and stop this now.
He stared at the senior cane.
It was clearly a weapon of 'ass destruction'.
Despite his urge and ability to stop the proceedings , Brendan found himself undoing his trousers and obediently bending over the desk.

"Stretch right out and grab the end of the desk boy." Jennifer instructed.
The position presented his backside perfectly for a good caning.
He felt his shirt tail being hoisted up and Jennifer's fingers grip the waistband of his briefs.
Brendan felt the cool breeze on his bared bottom as she slowly peeled them down to his knees.

Jennifer swished the cane menacingly the same way Lindsay had earlier.
"What a wonderfully canable bottom he has. It's going to look so much nicer with a dozen nice red welts on it!" she teased.
Brendan's face was pressed against the wooden desk and he glanced over at Lindsay who was an animated spectator.
He felt the can tapping against his cheeks and clenched them in anticipation.
"Well? I'm waiting ..." Jennifer asked impatiently.
Brendan looked confused.
"I'm waiting for you to ask your Mistress to give you a sound bare-bottom caning." she clarified.
There was a long pause as Brendan contemplated a response which might earn him some leniency.
"Please may I have a full dozen strokes Ma'am....HARD STROKES MA'AM!"
Jennifer smiled and looked at Lindsay.
"With pleasure..." she said and raised the cane high in the air.

Friday, June 19, 2015

The Hen Party Present - A short spanking story

Brendan sipped on his beer and casually looked over his fiancée , Lindsay's , shoulder while she enthusiastically showed him the gifts from her 'Bachelorette Hen Party'.
Lindsay pulled a face and held up a rather lewd pair of crotch-less panties.
"My crazy Aunt Violet gave me these!"
Brendan cackled loudly , " Your Aunt Violet just became MY favorite Aunt!"

Lindsay was not amused and frowned at Brendan.
"If you thought those were kinky , have a look at what Jennifer gave me !" she announced , and produced a teacher's black mortar board hat and a long , thin cane with a curved handle.
"The card says 'for naughty boys and girls' "

This time , instead of laughing , Brendan blushed and was rendered silent.
Seizing on her fiancée's discomfort , Lindsay put on the hat , stood up and began making whistling sounds with the cane as she swished it through the air.
Her fiancée  flinched visibly when Lindsay began tapping the cane menacingly against her palm.

"According to Jennifer there would be less divorces if more married couples used one of these !" she said." I think it would be good for our marriage don't you honey? No arguing or silent treatment ....just a good caning on the bottom and it's over?"
Brendan gulped , opened his mouth but nothing came out.
Lindsay began pacing in front of him with the cane , her heels clicking against the wooden floor.
"What's wrong Brendan? Cat got your tongue ? Do you agree or not ?"

Brendan brought his gaze up from his shoes.
"Ah...em...yes...I suppose so....." he stammered nervously.
A satisfied grin spread over Lindsay's face.
"So why don't we get started right now then  honey?" she asked.
Brendan's brow furrowed and he stared at the cane.
"Us? Now?"
His fiancé giggled, "Yes NOW silly....why don't you go to the bedroom and I'll be there in 5 minutes" and she turned on her heel and left the room.

Brendan stood there for a moment , wondering what to do.
The bulge in his pants told him to go to the bedroom.
A few whacks across his backside with the cane would be worth it for some hot sex with Lindsay afterwards.

After standing in the bedroom for a full 10 minutes , he looked at his watch again but there was still no sign of Lindsay.
Then the door opened and when Lindsay walked in Brendan's jaw dropped almost to the floor.
His fiancée's long blonde hair was tied in pigtails and she wore a tight white blouse cut high at the waist , her pert breasts straining against the material , a very short plaid skirt , and knee -length white stockings.

She handed the cane and mortar board hat to Brendan and seductively pouted her lips .
"I'm sooooo late ! I'm  sorry for keeping you waiting Sir....I guess I need a lesson in punctuality?" she purred , her voice high-pitched and girlish.
Her eyes grew large and her tongue licked her lips when she eyed the growing bulge in her husband's crotch.

Taken by surprise , Brendan quickly fought to regain his composure , donned the hat and began swishing the cane the same way Lindsay had done only a few moments earlier.
"Yes indeed you have been very tardy young lady and not for the first time mind you....we're going to put a stop to this right now!" he said firmly , rapidly gaining confidence.

Lindsay stood up straight , her nipples pressing against her thin blouse.
"Yes Sir....I'm always keeping us I going to be punished?" she asked with another pout.

Brendan paced around her , eying the curves of her body , squeezed into that provocative costume.
He turned to face her and she looked up at him in anxious anticipation.
"You're going to receive 6 of the best young bend over and touch your toes!" he bellowed.
Lindsay played the part , looking genuinely scared by her future husband's newfound demeanour.

"But Sir....girls get caned on the hand.....only boys get it on their bottom !" she purred , offering her tiny white palms in front of her.
Brendan leaned closer , "Don't you dare tell me how to do my job girl ! Just for that you'll get your 6 on  your bare bottom!"
Lindsay tried to look scared but was struggling to contain her excitement.

"I said bend over girl or I'll add extra strokes!" he repeated.
Lindsay shuffled forward and leaned over , thrusting out her shapely rear end.
Her short skirt barely concealed a saucy little white thong underneath.
Brendan raised the skirt and peeled down the tiny undies  to reveal his fiancée's pert bottom in all its glory.
"Touch those toes girl....and get that bottom right out!" he ordered and Lindsay promptly complied.

Studying the target , he lined the cane up against the creamy white , silky skin of Lindsay's glorious twin globes.
Her cheeks flinched instinctively.
"Give it to me Sir....give it to me hard!" Lindsay gasped hoarsely.
"Oh I will....I certainly will..." came the reply.

Sunday, June 7, 2015

Spanking a naughty whale tail - MF Spanking story

Those whale tails really enhance the female bottom so beautifully I just couldn't leave the subject without posting another story - this time with that delectably displayed female bottom on the receiving end. Dana's feeling pretty pleased with herself but her husband Simon doesn't find her mode of dress to his liking......

Simon Blackwell drank in the sight of his wife Dana as she sat at the picnic table in their back yard.
Her low cut jeans and tiny white lace thong displayed most of her behind in a classic whale tail.
His gaze was still affixed to Dana's shapely appendage when he sat beside her.
Noticing her husband's reaction , Dana grinned impishly.
"Quite the sight isn't it honey?" she asked proudly.

Her husband raised a brow at her , "It's very cute dear but not the proper attire for a family barbeque ....why don't you go change before our guests arrive.?" he suggested ,  with a tone more like an order than a request.

His feisty wife bristled at his tone , "I'll do no such thing! ",she responded indignantly.
Simon fought to control his anger.
There was no way he was going to fall into the trap of losing his temper , swearing and getting himself in trouble instead of his wife.
Dana had tried the ploy before,  successfully turning the tables and earning her husband a sound whacking with the paddle - but not this time !

"Honey it looks great on you , but I'd rather you didn't have most of your bare ass on display for all our guests to see." he replied calmly.
Furious at her husband's new-found calmness , Dana went into full outrage mode ....standing up , hands on hips and stomping her foot for emphasis.
"You can't tell me what to wear so why don't you get back to burning our food !" she yelled.

Simon stood up also , towering over his petite spouse.
"Dana you're behaving like a brat now so be careful...I still have time to take you inside and deal with you ." he warned.
Dana looked up at him defiantly. "OH YEA?" she challenged.

Before she could react , Simon had scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"Put me down you ass-hole!", she hollered , pounding her fists futilely against Simon's broad back.
She was rewarded with a sound smack to the seat of her partially covered bottom which really stung.
"OW!", she squealed.

Simon carried her indoors and dumped her unceremoniously on the bed.
Athletically, Dana bounced up and picking up the closest thing to her , an alarm clock , threw it at Simon.
Simon paused for a second as the clock whistled past his ear and hit the wall.
Opening her dresser drawer he looked determinedly at his wife.
"OK you asked for it!" he smirked and took out the hairbrush.

His wife's demeanour immediately changed.
"No Simon....please ...not the brush....I'm sorry..." she pleaded.
Simon pulled out the straight back chair from its place in the corner and seized Dana by the wrist.
"Please Simon.....that's gonna hurt too much and I won't be able to sit for the barbeque..." she whined.
Simon sat on the chair and easily flipped her over his sturdy thighs.
"You should have thought about that before you started that foul-mouthed tantrum!" he scolded.

Simon took a moment to admire the amazing sight before him.
Dana was right ....her ass sure was quite a sight !
With a single tug he yanked her jeans right down below her knees.
The tiny thong would offer her no protection from what was to come but he peeled those down anyway.
Spankings were always bare-bottomed in the Blackwell household !
"OOOOH! I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS SIMON!" Dana threatened , twisting to look her husband in the face.

Her bare cheeks instinctively clenched when they felt the back of the brush tapping against them to signal her spanking was about to begin.
Simon cracked the back of the brush heartily against his wife's jiggling cheeks.
Simon spanked harder and faster , alternating from cheek to cheek.
Dana squirmed frantically to avoid the spanks raining down and kicked her feet wildly.
One of her pumps flew off and crashed against the wall but Simon kept on spanking.

Dana's bottom was a blazing red now , with two white 'hotspots' forming on the crest of each cheek.
By this time she was a blubbering mess , wailing incoherently , apologizing and promising to behave.
Finally Simon stopped spanking and Dana flinched when his palms caressed her flaming hot cheeks.
"I'm sorry Simon....of course I'll change into something else...." she sobbed.
"You'll do no such thing young clean yourself up and come outside before people start arriving.

It was only when Dana had restored her thong and jeans over her swollen , throbbing behind that she realised that the effects of her sound spanking would be quite visible through he skimpy attire.
Simon chuckled when she walked stiffly outside examining her rear-quarters.
"Everyone's gonna know I got spanked!" she frowned.
"Its your own fault honey." Simon replied with a smirk.
"It's not funny ass is on fire!" Dana retorted.
"As it should be my have a seat and enjoy your drink." he said pointing to a pillow he had placed on the picnic table beside her Margarita.