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Friday, December 21, 2018

The Fruedian slip - A MF Spanking Story (sort of!)

How many times do I have to say I'm sorry Patrick? It was just a slip of the tongue! I honestly didn't mean to say just kind of spilled out ..." Charlotte reasoned with her Fiance.
Patrick looked at her in disbelief,  " It spilled out alright went on about it for a good 5 minutes or more!"

His Fiancee shrugged , "Well that's because Brianna kept asking me questions about it....I could hardly tell her to mind her own business could I ?"
"That's exactly what you should have done Charlie! You looked like you were enjoying it as much as she was..." Patrick replied.
An impish smile played on Charlotte face , " Well I guess I did....after all , it's not every girl that gets to keep her man in line by giving him a good spanking is it? .....and I would remind you that it was your idea in the first place , not mine Sweetie!"

Patrick sighed , "That's true ...but I don't want everyone to know about it do I?" 
Charlotte shook her head , "Don't be silly Sweetheart , it's only our best friends Brianna and Sam that know....and I'm sure they won't tell anyone! Anyway , the proverbial cat is out of the bag now , and I have apologized .....repeatedly I might add  stop that silly sulking of yours. While I take my shower , why don't you use the time positively by thinking about how I might make it up to you...I'm sure You'll come up with something...." she said , pouting her full lips.

Before closing the bathroom door , she paused and waved the big wooden bath brush at Patrick , "Remember dear , if that attitude of yours that hasn't disappeared by the time I'm finished , You'll be feeling this on that cute little tushie of yours!"

Meanwhile , Brianna was in a buoyant mood as she and Sam put the dishes away.
"That was quite the revelation wasn't it Sweetie?" she asked.
What revelation?" Sam replied,  pretending not to know what his girlfriend was referring to.
"Hmmm...." Brianna mused,  " I noticed you weren't your usual outspoken self while Charlotte was telling us how she keeps Patrick in line with a good spanking!"
Sam shrugged , feigning disinterest and pretended to concentrate on removing a stubborn stain from  a dish .

His girlfriend was not about to let him off the hook so easily , "Perhaps your uncharacteristic lack of 'opinion' on the subject is because you're afraid that I may use Charlotte's  method on you? It certainly seems to  work very well on Patrick?" she added.

Sam felt his face flush , his head dropping and his feet shifting nervously , in the  hope that ignoring Brianna's comment would be enough to change the subject.

"Do I see big tough Sam Taggart blushing?" Brianna teased , "....Perhaps because he knows he deserves a  darn good spanking , but the thought of having to  go over my knee is just a little bit scary?" she continued relentlessly.

"Let's just close the subject shall we dear , or would you prefer that I give you a dose of this on 'your' cute little keister? " Sam replied , brandishing a wooden spatula.
"You wouldn't dare!" Brianna replied ,  taking a couple of steps back from her burly boyfriend.

Sam was the one enjoying himself now , tapping the spatula against his palm , "Come to think of it , we never did finish dealing with that little 'potty mouth' incident at your parent's last week did we?" he asked.
" that's not fair Sam....I already apologized for that and...EEEEK!" she let out a squeal when Sam grasped her wrist firmly.
"You know my opinion on the matter ....and now you're about to find out!!" He told her.
His girlfriend wriggled , trying to pry herself free from his grip , before succuming to his superior strength and allowing herself be towed effortlessly to the bedroom , "Me and my big mouth!" she sighed to herself.

The next morning , co-workers Charlotte and Brianna greeting each other in the Teacher's lounge in a more subdued fashion than usual.
"Thanks for a great dinner last night Brianna !" Charlotte said.
"I hope everything was ok with you and Patrick afterwards ......he looked pretty upset when you told us about your little 'arrangement' ....and I probably shouldn't have teased him about it..." Brianna replied.

Charlotte reached into her bag ,took out a small cushion and placed it on her chair .Very  carefully , she lowered herself onto it with a grimace .
 "OOOOOH!" she gasped , shifting on the seat uncomfortably , "Patrick sure  was mad at me , especially when I enjoyed teased him about it when we got he decided  I neded a dose of my own medicine!"she explained.

"He didn't!" Brianna gushed , putting a palm to her gaping mouth.
"Oh he did alright ....and he even used that darn bath brush that I love to use on him .....Ouch ! I hope there's not too much sitting on the agenda today!" Charlotte winced.

It was Charlotte's turn to be surprised  when Brianna produced a pillow of her own and carefully eased herself onto it ,  "GAAAAH!" she gasped , "We have a Staff meeting today so I figured I would need this......Sam roasted my butt real good after you guys left!" her friend confessed.

A smile of delight replaced Charlotte's grimace , "He spanked you5? What for?"
Brianna frowned , "Actually , after what you described , I was trying to find a reason to spank him , but ended up talking myself into a spanking ! I was pretty rude and swore at my Mom last week . Sam wasn't too pleased but I thought that was it , but last night he decided it deserved a dose of  his belt on my bare butt! "

The two young schoolteachers continued to chat for The next 5 minutes , sharing details of their respective spankings and how sore their bottoms were , until the School Principal , Janet Bradley entered the room.
"What were you two laughing about ...I could heat you from back in my office!" ths Principal remarked,  pouring some tea before joining the younger women.

All their squirming , grimacing as they sat on their  pillows did not escape the older woman's attention.
Charlotte and Brianna had no idea how much of their conversation the Principal had overheard but , based on her expression ,they assumed it was enough.
"Oh just girl stuff Mrs. Bradley ...." Charlotte offered in response.
"You mean 'naughty' girl stuff? " Janet said , making both of them  blush.

 "Oh don't worry ladies....your secret is safe with me. There have been  lots of days when I sat , very gingerly, on those very chairs with a bottom as sore as yours are !" the older women declared without flinching.
"Luckily for you both , I've cancelled this morning's staff meeting so that's one ordeal your poor bottoms will be spared!" she chuckled.
Then , taking one final sip from her teacup , "Enjoy your day ladies!" she chirped at the two stunned Teachers.
Whenn the bell rang ,  Charlotte and Brianna were happy to stand up , pausing for a moment to  briskly rub their rear ends before heading to class.

That evening , Patrick laughed when Charlotte told him about their discussion with the stuffy School Principal,
"It's not funny Patrick! Now my boss knows you spank me like a misbehaving , naughty schoolgirl ." she pouted.
"Can't you see the irony Charlie? You found it so amusing to reveal that you spank me , but it's not so funny when you let the School Principal know that you get spanked !" he cackled.

His Fiancee didn't find it as funny as he did , "Don't let that spanking last night go to your head mister ....that was just me allowing  you to have some payback for my little Fruedian slip ....but , as of now , normal service is hereby resumed!"
"Normal service?" Patrick asked a little nervously.

He noted a wry smile forming on Charlotte's face , "Yes. 'You' are the one who gets spanked Patrick...and 'I'm' the one who does the spanking . That 'is' what it says in the agreement you signed isn't it Sweetie?"
Patrick's smile quickly faded , he had drafted their agreement , so could hardly argue ,  "I guess so...." he conceded.
Charlotte raised a brow , cocking her head to one side , "Pardon me?" she asked firmly.
"Er....uhm...I mean....Yes Ma'am!" her husband corrected.

Across town , Brianna had been lisrening  in to a telephone conversation between Sam and her Mother.
Sam held up a palm to placate his raging girlfriend , "...but Bri.... , it was just Fruedian slip." he explained.
Brianna cut a formidable figure standing confidently with hands on hips , "A Fruedian slip was it? I'd hardly categorize you giving my Mother a full play by play of the spanking you gave me for swearing at her a slip.....I'd say you planned it....and enjoyed it!" she fumed.

"Honest Sweetheart ,I didn't mean to embarrass you...but your Mother was so curious...." Sam reasoned.
 His girlfriend's eyes widened , "You do realize that my Mother will never let me forget this....and she'll just love replaying it at every family dinner? ....and did you really have to tell her about Principal Bradley finding  out?" she added.

Sam shrugged,  "But even you thought that was funny?" he replied  , but Brianna was already marching to the  bedroom to retrieve the hairbrush , and tapped it menacingly against her palm.
"From now on I'M the one who'll be doing the spanking and I'm  going to enjoy telling everyone that I blister your behind when you act like a jerk!"
Then , gripping hef burly husband by the ear , she guided him to the bedroom.

Around 30 minutes later , Sam was squirming on his seat at the table studying the document Brianna had pushed in front of him.
"How many times are you going to read it Sam? Do  you agree to sign it or not ?" she demanded.
Her boyfriend continued to be reluctant to put pen to paper , "But it doesn't mention what happens when you er..ah...'misbehave' ? " he asked.

Brianna smiled , "You know as well as I do Sweetheart that I'm a perfectly behaved little Princess so my cute little bottom is exempt from however,  need that attitude adjusted on a regular basis and that's what my haurbrush and  I intend to do! If you thought that spanking was bad , just wait until I get started ! " she scolded.
Sam shifted on his seat , paused .....and signed.

A few weeks later , the two couples got together again, and this time the ladies were quick to set some ground rules regarding conversations  , "Now that it's open that both of you are ....what shall we say.....'under contract' with us ....neither of you should be embarrassed if we discuss our...ahem....'disciplinesessions'....agreed?" Charlotte proposed.
The two men looked at each other and nodded agreement .
"Great !That's settled then. " Brianna chirped and poured some more wine.
"Hey Bri....did you notice Principal Bradley's been doing an awful lot of squirming and wincing during our Staff you think....?" Charlotte giggled.

Monday, December 17, 2018

Christmas Party Advice for Husbands - FM Spanking Cartoon

Sometimes 'Sorry' just isn't good enough when a naughty Husband forgets his manners and embarrasses his wife at her Office Christmas Party.
As soon as they get home she will use her hairbrush where he needs it the most to remind him how he should behave.
If he wasn't sorry before he is going to be really sorry now !

Wednesday, December 12, 2018

Dinner and a Spanking -FM Spanking story

It was because of his charm and sophistication that Sunnie always invited her Fiance Marcel to accompany her when she entertained clients.

However , this time Marcel had gone a little too far.
Sunnie's client , Gina was a very attractive lady who flirted outrageously  with the handsome Marcel.
It was not the first time this had happened ,so Sunnie trusted her Fiancee to handle the situation delicately and diplomatically as in the past.

Instead , this time Marcel was clearly  enjoying trading sexual innuendos with Gina , making the evening quite uncomfortable for Sunnie .

After numerous attempts  to change the conversation  , Sunnie made eye to eye contact with Marcel , flashing him a stern warning glance that he knew very well.

However , if Marcel received Sunnie's message he certainly did not heed it ,and continued to flirt with the voluptuous brunette.

Exasperated now , Sunnie reached over and tapped her Fiancee's hand .
"I'd like to have a moment with you in private if you don't mind Marcel." she asked in a deep , firm tone.

Marcel  laughed off Sunnie's request ,  tossing  his head back confidently  , "Don't be silly sweetie.....anything you have to say I'm sure you can say it in front of Gina!"
Gina raised a brow and smiled , clearly intrigued by the exchange.

Sunnie forced a smile , "Alright Marcel , have it your way. I was going to ask you nicely to stop flirting with my client. Gina and I have important business to discuss so it might be best if you leave now and wait for me in the car !" she scolded.

Gina grinned and a stunned Marcel shifted uncomfortably in his seat ,but Sunnie wasn't finished yet .
Bristling , she moved her head closer to Marcel,"Furthermore ,we'll be having a long discussion about your behaviour when I get you home?" she added.

Marcel blushed this time.
"WOW! Sounds like your naughty boy is in for a good spanking Sunnie!" , Gina gushed , clapping her hands with glee.

Sunnie and Gina were both enjoying Marcel's obvious discomfort.
He, had acted like a male chauvinist jerk , embarrassed Sunnie and he had it coming!

Sunnie grinned at Gina , " As a matter of fact that is exactly what he'll be getting when we get home Gina.....and to make sure he pays attention , he'll be completely naked during our 'discussion'.He won't be able to take his eyes off my hairbrush the whole timet because he knows it's going to make his bottom very, very sore.....isn't that so ...SWEETIE?"she teased.

Marcel attemped to placate his determined Fiancee.
"'t we talk about this later Sunnie?" he quivered.
The ladies were enjoying the conversation but Marcel certainly wasn't.
"What's wrong Sweetie? Is it embarrassing that Gina knows I put you across my knee and spank your bare bottom like the naughty little boy that you are?" Sunnie asked.
"Please Gina..." Marvels pleaded.

"He must hate that brush as much as my husband Charles does Sunnie!" Gina shared unexpectedly.
Sunnie beamed , "OH ! You spank your husband too Gina?"
The brunette laughed, "Of course Sunnie! It's the only way to get your point across to a stubborn man.Charles knows if he dares to cross me he'll be in for  a long , painful trip over my knee and he won't want to sit for the next few days!"

Marcel was wishing the floor would swallow him up and that he had taken up Sunnie's offer to speak privately.
But Sunnie was in no mood to spare his blushes , "Marcel hates getting spanked..... but he does get very excited..... if you know what I mean?"
Gina winked , "Do I ? Charles always gets a huge woody the minute I mention a spanking, so I make sure  to take care of it before I start spanking him....but not in a way he enjoys!"

"That's for sure Gina!  Marcel hates it when I 'drain him' before a spanking , it's very humbling and  he knows his spanking  will hurt a lot more."Sunnie chuckled.
"Please Sunnie..." a humbled Marcel pleaded again , ".....can we change the subject please, this is embarrassing."

His Fiancee bristled at his suggestion , "Embarrassing? Do you not know how embarrassing it was for me to sit here watching you ignore me while you outrageously flirt with Gina?"

Marcel shrugged , " I guess so.....I didn't think I..."
Sunnie quickly silenced him with a wag of her finger.
"That's the problem Marcel don't think about my feelings!" Sunnie replied and then turning to Gina , "Now where were we Gina? "

Gina was thoroughly  enjoying watching Sunnie put her arrogant Frenchman in his place.
"You were just telling me about how you deal with Marcel's 'excitement' before you spank him." she grinned.

"Ah yes..." , Sunnie continued,"He hates that.....but me, I just love the power of it all.....and you should hear him beg me to stop!"
Gina cackled loudly and looked at Marcel who was trying  to avoid her gaze now ,  "I insist that Charles take care of that himself actually ! I have a nice big hardwood hairbrush at home that was passed down from my Mother, she used it on all of my I'm carrying on an old family tradition. Charles is terrified at the mere sight of it and it's great for scorching those sit spots so he can really feel it  when he sits down!"

Sunnie nodded agreement , "I do have a nice big hairbrush , but lately I've been using a nice two-tailed leather strap that is just perfect for an over the knee spanking. Perhaps I'll give him a dose of both tonight....he certainly deserves it , don't you mister?" she asked , looking at her fiancee and placing a finger under his chin to direct his gaze.
"Yes....I mean ....yes Ma'am..." came the reply which produced another loud cackle from Gina ,"I love it when they call you Ma'am with even prompting!"

The two ladies ordered dessert and continued talking about their spanking exploits as Marcel sat quietly fidgeting in his seat.
As part of his punishment  , Sunnie denied Marcel any more food or drink.

Finally , Sunnie declared , "Well Gina , it's time I took my naughty boy home and give him his medicine. Marcel , fetch the car while  I pay the bill....and don't're in enough trouble!"

Marcel was glad to leave the restaurant , despite what he knew awaited him at home .
When he arrived with the car , he was surprised to see Gina waiting with Sunnie.
"Gina has had too much to drink so I invited her to spend the night with us."Sunnie announced while  an uncharacteristically  subdued Gina stood in silence.

To Marcel's surprise , Sunnie gripped Gina's ear and gave it a tug. "Gina has been a very naughty girl flirting outrageously with you like that , so with Charles away.....someone needs to give her what she deserves ...isn't that so Gina?"she said , giving Gina's ear another tweak.
 "Yes Mistress ."Gina whispered meekly.
Marcel's jaw dropped .
"You two can decide who gets spanked first during the drive home!" Sunnie chuckled.

Monday, December 3, 2018

Spanking in Paradise

This story is loosely based on one of my favourite Television Mystery Series , 'Death in Paradise' set in a Carribean island.
The only thing missing from the series was a good spanking so I have tried to remedy that.....

"You did WHAT?" Camille gasped .
Her boss , Detective Inspector Alan Crimson shrugged his shoulders and replied sheepishly ,
"I spanked her." he repeated confidently.
Camille's eyes widened , "YOU spanked my Mother ? You mean on the...."
Her boss was glad to fill in the blanks  , ".....the bottom....on her bare bottom actually...." he added with a hint of satisfaction.

For a moment Camille was silent until she tilted her head and asked incredulously , " spanked my Mother ? On her bare bottom?"
Inspector Alan Crimson leaned back in his chair rolling a pencil between his fingers and nodded.

Camille leaned forward , hands on hips , "After I agree to set you up on a date with my Mother.....  you gave her a spanking!" she declared.
The ringing of Camille's phone reprieved Inspector Crimson from further interrogation.
Impatiently , Camille answered her phone , "Detective Beaudreau speaking....Oh Mother....yes I'm was wonderful , how are you? Inspector Crimson ? ...he's right here in front of me....look Mother I...." Camille's jaw dropped and she handed her phone to Crimson.
"It's my Mother....she wants to talk to you..."

Inspector Crimson grinned impishly and took the phone.
"Hello Catherine , how are you? Don't worry...I'm sure you'll be able to sit down quite nicely in a day or two.....see you tomorrow night at 7 o'clock sharp ....and don't you dare be late young lady.. ..bye."
With that , Crimson handed the phone back to Camille.

Camille shook her head in disbelief.
"You are going to my Mother's place for dinner tomorrow after....after what you did to her?" she spat.
Crimson raised a brow , "Really Camille make it sound like I beat her up with a baseball bat!
For your information , she was the one who tried to hit me with a metal saucepan and threw plates at me! She was out of control so I put her over my knee and gave her a good spanking . ...and , by the way , the hairbrush was her idea!"
Camille's face flushed , "WHAAAT?"You spanked her with a hairbrush! No wonder she can't sit down!"

The Inspector smiled , "After I spanked her she apologized and said it was exactly what she needed. Then she suggested.....well demanded....that I take her to the bedroom and spank her properly with her hairbrush.....on her bare bottom. So I was glad to comply!"

The discussion was interrupted when Staff Sergeant  Carl Cooper , Camille's fiancee , entered the room.
"I guess your date with Catherine went well Sir.....I saw her at the restaurant this morning for breakfast and she was positively glowing!" Carl said, handing some files to Inspector Crimson.
Camille sighed loudly , "Oh she's glowing alright....or a certain part of her anatomy is ....ask him!" she scowled turning on her heel to leave.

Carl raised a brow and stared at the Inspector.
"Camille's a little upset because I gave her Mother a spanking!" Crimson declared innocently.
"Hmmm..... like Mother like Daughter!" Carl said while watching his fiancee's shapely derrierre wiggle down the  hall.

Crimson requested clarification , "What do you mean Mother like Daughter?"
The Sergeant shrugged , "I spank Camille all the time Sir, so I'm not surprised you had to spank her Mother! In fact , Camille just earned herself a spanking tonight for that little tantrum she just had."
Crimson chuckled , "Is that so Sergeant....."

The following morning , when detective Beaudreau arrived at the station , there was a note on her desk to report to Inspector Crimson's office immediately.
"Good morning Detective , please have a seat." he smirked.
For some reason the usual plush visitor chairs had been replaced by a pair of stark , wooden ones.
Camille looked at them and instinctively put a palm to the seat of her tight pencil skirt.
She coughed nervously , "If you don't mind Sir , I prefer to stand...." she said.
"I insist Detective.Please sit" Crimson said firmly , gesturing a hand at the chair.

Taking a deep breath , Camille placed both hands on the seat of the chair and slowly lowered her weight onto it.
Despite her efforts she could not avoid wincing and letting out an involuntary "OW!"
Squirming around on the harsh , unforgiving surface she struggled to remain composed.
"Is everything alright Detective ? You seem very uncomfortable....almost like someone who had her bare bottom spanked!" he said with a smirk.
Enraged , Camille stood up , "Carl told you he was going to spank me didn't he ?" she fumed indignantly.
"Well he might have mentioned something....." Crimson grinned impishly.
Camille stood up with hands on hips and mused to herself , "Well then Carl and I will be having a discussion about that later!" she announced.
"Unless you have anything else to say Inspector , I have work to do !" she added before turning on her heel and striding out of the office.
Crimson noted Camille gave her shapely bottom a rub as she wiggled down the hall.

As the Inspector left the station that evening , he noticed Camille had Carl backed against the door of one of the interrogation rooms and was furiously wagging her finger  at him.
He paused for a moment to observe the couple.

Camille's face was pressed so close to Carl's his head was tilting back in a vain search for more space between them.
His eyes were as wide as saucers and his arms pinned to his sides.
He looked terrified.
Camille's voice was raised and firm, but he was too far away to pick up the gist of their conversation , however,  based on Camille's earlier comment, she was letting her Fiancee know she was not happy with him.

As he approached them , Camille's words were more audible , "....just you wait until I get you home tonight Carl ! I'm going to......"
Carl looked relieved when the phone on his desk rang.
"I have to take that Camille. I'm expecting an update on the Barnaby case!" he said , almost pleading.
"Er ...good evening Inspector." he stammered when Crimson approached .
Camille reluctantly  backed away to allow Carl to reach for the phone.
Crimson smiled at her , "If there is anything important I'll be at your Mother's house Detective....but make sure it's urgent....we'd prefer not to be disturbed!"
A mischievous grin played on Camille's pretty face , "I'll try not to bother you Inspector.....Mother told me she is planning something  very special for you this evening. Something you need very badly she said...."
The Inspector's face reflected suspicion and delight , "Well then I'd best not be late ." he replied.

When the Inspector departed , Camille's jaw tightened and she turned to face Carl who had just finished his call.
Before she could resume his scolding , Carl raised a hand "Please Camille , this is important . That was Constable McBride, he's found something over at the Barnaby's place. Looks like some evidence we overlooked. Where is the Inspector?" he babbled excitedly.

"He just told me he doesn't want to be disturbed so I'll handle it. I know where to find him if we need to. Go get the car!" she ordered.
"Yes Ma'am!"  Carl replied , using the formal term when addressing a senior female officer.
Camille smiled , "By the way Sergeant , we are far from being finished our discussion , and I can tell you that you'll be calling me Ma'am quite a lot this evening.....especially once we are off duty...understood?"
"Understood Ma'am!" Carl replied , grabbing the keys.

Later at the crime scene , Camille and Carl examined the Constable's findings before dismissing him for the evening.
"You know what this means Ma'am.....this places our suspect at the scene." Carl declared excitedly.
Camille was busy carefully scooping the evidence into a bag.
"Shouldn't we wait for the Inspector ?" he asked nervously.

Camille looked up at him in distain , "I'm in charge here Sergeant......and once we finish up here I'll be even more in charge!" she replied with a glint in her eye.
Placing the evidence in her bag , she stood up , "Here , put this in the car. We can stop at my mother's house and fill in the Inspector......then we will be resuming our little 'discussion' "
Carl could only reply with another humbling , "Yes Ma'am!"

A few minutes later , their car was approaching Camille's Mother's restaurant .
There was a light on so Camille briskly strode up the winding path with Carl following behind.
"Shouldn't we call first I mean Ma'am....just in case they..." he asked.
Camille did not reply and was already peeking through the big window of the restaurant.
"They have finished eating....they 're probably in Mother's suite.....let's check!"she declared.

The light was on in the window of her Mother's living suite attached to the restaurant.
There were no drapes as her Mother loved sitting in a big chair near the window in the evenings to let the moonlight shine in.
Like a true detective , Camille concealed  herself in the shadows , creeping closer before poking her head just enough to give her a glance inside the suite.
A broad smile spread across her face .
It was then that Carl heard the very distinctive sound coming from the suite.
"Sounds like the Inspector is giving your Mom another spanking!" he deduced with a grin.
His grin quickly evaporated when he heard the voices accompanying the smacks.
"OUCH!" "OOOW!" "STOPPIT Catherine! " "I'M SORRY!" "YEEEOW!" "OOOW!"
The howls of pain were from a voice he knew well - Inspector Crimson!

It was only when he peered in the window himself ,that the reality of the situation sank in.
The older couple were facing away from the window so Camille and Carl were able to get a good look without fear of detection.
Their boss was in the most compromising of positions , draped 'wheelbarrow style' over Catherine's shapely thighs as she whaled away at his hindquarters with a wooden spoon!
Beside her were a number of other implements she clearly intended on using on the unfortunate Crimson's backside before his ordeal ended.

Camille chuckled , "Mother is going to make sure inspector Crimson is really crimson! She wasn't too pleased when I told her he was bragging to everyone about giving her a spanking- just like you did with me!"
Carl's jaw dropped , "OMIGOSH!" was the only sound he could muster.

His train of thought was interrupted when his Fiancee took a firm grip of his ear.
"As the Inspector will be 'indisposed' for the next while , I'm officially declaring us off duty.
You do know what that means darling?" she said , giving his ear a tweak to produce a loud "OUCH!"
Catherine clearly heard Carl's cry , but was so engrossed in roasting the Inspector's bottom that she did not even miss a beat .

Camille allowed herself a loud giggle once she and Carl were back in the car.
"Well that was quite the sight wasn't it Carl?" she began , "I'm really looking forward to briefing the Inspector on the case tomorrow!"
Carl was looking quite nervous now , "We had better stop at the station to drop off the car and put the evidence away securely...." he asked uncertainly.
His Fiancee turned to cast him a stern gaze he knew well.
"I said we were off duty Carl....and I have no intention of putting this off any longer. Drive to my place , the case can wait until the morning. You have a long overdue date with my hairbrush young man!" she scolded.
Carl's shoulders slumped , "AW NO Camille!" he gasped.
Camille's eyes widened , prompting him to make a rapid correction .
"MA'AM...SORRY MA'AM..." he mumbled and drove off.

Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Darla the Switch - FM Spanking Story

It had been quite an adventure but Darla was pleased that she and Steve were finally a real couple.
Of course , part of the deal was that Darla would  go over Steve's lap for  a good , old-fashioned bottom warming on a regular basis , which she loved as much as Steve did.
The spankings were always well deserved , fun , and the sex afterwards was out of this world.
Steve was also happy , not only to have a beautiful woman in his life , but to be able to resume his spanking activities.

One day , as Darla stood in the grocery line she felt a tap on her shoulder and was surprised to see Steve’s ex-wife Donna smiling at her.
Darla and Donna had not met formally , but had exchanged pleasantries on the few social occasions when their paths had crossed.
Donna had always been friendly to Darla , and held no animosity so she had no issue  striking up a conversation with her.

Darla found out that they actually had a lot in common , and the pair continued to chat amiably even after they had made their purchases.
“I always make a point to stop at the Starbucks across the street after shopping ……..would you care to join me ?” Donna asked tentatively.
Steve was out playing squash with friends so Darla readily accepted the invitation.

Once they were sipping on their fancy lattes , the conversation soon turned to Steve.
Donna artfully steered the conversation , but Darla was happy to engage and find out more about her new boyfriend.
 If she was going to be really serious about Steve , who knew him better than the woman who was married to him for almost 10 years.

The women exchanged funny stories and some of Steve’s good -.and not so good- traits.
Donna offered Darla another latte but she waved her away.
“One of those is enough for me Donna…but I would love a nice glass of wine!”
“A woman after my own heart….I know just the place!” Donna responded.

Linking arms and giggling like schoolgirls the new friends made their way to the local wine bar.
After downing a carafe of the house red , their conversation was becoming more risqué and Donna insisted on a refill.
“Why not  Donna …..Steve can be so inconsiderate when he goes out with his friends .... God knows when he’ll be home !” Darla declared.

Donna raised an eyebrow and touched her new friend’s arm reassuringly.
“You mustn’t let him get away with that Darla….I certainly didn’t…” she said.
Darla laughed mockingly , “ Really? ….and exactly what do you suggest I do about it?”
Donna answered without the slightest hesitation,"Oh I would put him over my knee and gave him a darn good spanking my hairbrush !"

There was silence while Darla tried to process Donna’s comment.
“But I thought Steve was the one who liked to spank ?” she asked.
“Oh he does …..but it took me a while to figure out that Steve’s a switch! The truth is Darla,  that your sweet Steve needs  a strong woman to put him over her knee and paddle HIS backside when he needs it…and believe me , judging by the way he’s treating you , he really needs it  girlfriend !”

Darla’s  curiosity was at a peak now , and she listened while  Donna shared the stories of  how she would  spank  her ex-husband.
At first the idea seemed absurd to Darla  , but the more she listened the more excited and turned on she became.
After all , if it was what Steve wanted she was happy to give it to him.

That evening when Darla arrived home there was no still no sign of Steve.
She couldn't stop thinking about what Donna had told her and wondered if she would have  the courage to follow through.
Steve had certainly given her enough reasons to spank  his backside and she was genuinely excited about giving him what he deserved....and wanted.

She went upstairs , opened the top drawer of her dresser , rummaged through her collection of hairbrushes and let out a loud sigh.
They were all of the flimsy , plastic variety and hardly up to the task she had in mind
Then she remembered something.
A few weeks ago she had to wear her rarely used dark blue business suit to an important meeting and  Steve noticed the back was covered in lint.
He had just the thing to remove the lint and Darla remembered exactly where he kept it.
Opening  Steve’s  wardrobe she beamed when she saw it  hanging in full view!

It was a very large men’s clothes brush made of solid mahogany , about ½ thick with  a nice long handle.
She tapped the back against her palm  , "OUCHIE!" she giggled.
It felt so hard and heavy , and she winced at the very thought of it being applied to tender bare skin , but she remembered Donna’s words : “The harder you paddle him the more he'll love you for it….sure he’ll screech , yell and squirm but just ignore him until the job is done!”

Looking around the bedroom , Darla’s  focus shifted to  the sturdy antique armless chair which sat by in the corner.
She moved it to the centre of the room and then sat on it for a moment to test its location and comfort.
Making sure she had  lots of room on either side , she squeezed on the brush handle and raised her arm to shoulder height to measure her swing.
As she did so , her hand remained in the air , her grip on the brush tightening while she pictured Steve’s firm , muscular , lily-white backside being presented before her.
The very thought sent a charge of excitement pulsing through her veins.

Darla undressed,  treating herself to a long , soothing soak in the tub while she waited for her man’s return.
It was well past midnight when she heard the front door open and Steve’s restrained footsteps on the stairs.
Taking a deep breath , she sank deeper into the tub basking in the dim candle-lights.
Surprisingly her preparation had left her feeling very relaxed and confident.

The bedroom door slowly creaked open….”Darla?” Steve said softly  after a short pause.
All the bedroom lights were on , and the chair sat prominently in the sitting area with  the clothes-brush on the seat.
While her boyfriend took in the scene , Darla rose  out of the tub ,wrapping her moist body in her favourite silk bathrobe.
Tucking her feet into her matching low-heeled bedroom slippers she tied up the robe in front and glanced at herself in the mirror.
The robe was short , showing off her , shapely , dancer legs and as it was held together loosely by the tie leaving it open almost to her naval and barely containing her firm breasts.

She strode confidently into the bedroom rendering Steve dumbstruck.
Without even acknowledging his presence she walked purposefully to the chair and picked up the brush.
Her eyes peered into Steve’s and he gulped when she tapped the back of the brush against her palm.
“Well…well… finally decided to come home did you  ?” she said sarcastically taking her seat on the chair.
Crossing her shapely legs seductively she allowed her robe to ride even higher up her thighs.

“Er…uh…I was playing squash……we had a few beers after.....I didn’t think you’d mind……” Steve began eying his girlfriend's inviting lap .
“…...that’s the problem Steve… don’t think about anybody but yourself  do you?” Darla scolded.
Steve opened his mouth to reply,  but Darla was on a roll.
“I don’t want to hear any more of your silly excuses Steve ,  and I’m not prepared to tolerate your inconsideration any longer… things are going to change around here ….starting now!”

She began tapping the brush again and noticed Steve’s reaction was a combination of guilt and excitement.
“I’m sure you’ve figured out what I’m planning to do with this brush haven’t you ?” she chided.
Steve blushed “….er….um…you’re going to give me spanking?” he offered timidly.
Darla wanted to giggle at his squeamish response but managed to retain her stoic demeanour.

“Yes I’m going to give you a long overdue spanking.. and I intend to really blister your bottom mister!” she said through gritted teeth.
With that , she parted her legs slightly to give Steve a teasing glimpse of her glistening jewels , and patted her lap.“OK , bare that bottom and over you go then!” she ordered pointing to her lap.

Steve needed no further instruction, promptly whisking down his jeans and shorts and draping himself obediently over his girlfriend’s awaiting lap.
Darla moistened when she felt Steve's erection nestle against her thighs.
She had never felt so empowered  , and paused to savour the moment , teasing her man’s taut white buttocks with the back of the brush as he lay there completely vulnerable and under her command for the first time.

She began tapping the brush lightly against his skin and watched his cheeks tense in anticipation of the punishment to come.
Steve's erection grew even larger and Darla parted her legs further , before closing them , trapping his shaft between her thighs.

She remembered Donna’s advice : ‘ Once he’s bare-assed over your knee don’t hold back!"
Raising the brush to shoulder height she brought it down smartly on Steve’s right buttock.
The loud crack surprised them both and Steve shuddered and let out an audible gasp.
Darla delivered another hard  spank to the opposite cheek which produced a similar result.
The next spank was a good deal harder and she surprised him by delivering it to the same cheek instead of alternating.
This time it produced a satisfying “OW!”
Immediately she followed up with another spank to the same favourite spot and he let out a loud “OUCH!”

The first four spanks completed , Darla paused to examine the target.
Steve’s left cheek was turning a bright pink where 3 of the swats had landed and a less visible pink oval had formed on the other cheek.
Putting her left palm on the small of his back , Steve recognized the signal that his spanking was about to start for real!

He gritted his teeth , clenched his cheeks , tightened his grip on the chair leg and then stretched his legs out , crossing one over the other.
Darla smiled to herself , once again recalling Donna’s useful instructions.
“I know what you’re doing Steve , so bend those knees and get that butt right out where I can tan it properly. Just for that you’re going to be bending  over for a  dozen with the belt!”
Steve groaned but reluctantly complied.

Darla lifted the hairbrush and went about her business , walloping Steve’s bare behind fast and furiously with the brush.
It wasn’t long before he was bucking and squirming on her lap to avoid the seemingly endless barrage.
His  entire bottom was a blazing red now but Darla continued to snap the brush against her target with vigour.
After delivering a good 100 or more swats  non-stop she paused to catch her breath.

Thinking that  signalled the end of his ordeal , Steve let out a gasp of relief ”AAWW….PLEASE STOP SWEETIE …MY ASS IS ON FIRE…..”
Darla cackled mockingly.
“Is it really ? Then just think what it will feel like once I’m finished!” and with that she raised the brush again , bringing it down extra hard this time , producing loud shrieks from her wiggling boyfriend.

Her energy restored she began spanking harder and faster.
Steve lost  any remaining composure , wailing , bawling and frantically kicking his legs.
Darla surprised him by delivering a series of stinging swats to the back of his thighs.
“OW!” “YEOOW!” “STOPPIT!” “NOT THERE …. PLEEEEASE!” he howled.
“I told you to keep those legs bent didn’t I?” she scolded delivering another  series of swats to the back of  Steve's thighs.
“OW! YEOOW! YES MA’AM!” Steve replied and  pulled his legs back into position.
“That’s a good boy......20 more nice hard ones and we'll be almost done.” She said sympathetically.

Targeting his sensitive sit-spots , Darla began delivering hard , measured swats , as hard as she could muster alternating from cheek to cheek.
Steve howled and pleaded after each one but she persevered until she had counted out a full 20.
“I haven’t forgotten that dozen I promised you for trying to cheat!” she reminded him.
“AW DARLA…NOOOO!” hee begged.

Releasing her grip , she allowed him to rise unsteadily to his feet and whacked his hands with the brush when he tried to rub his sore backside.
“Did I say you could rub mister ? Bend over and grab your ankles…let’s get this over with!” she said.

Anxious to end his ordeal , Steve obediently assumed the position , presenting his already blistered backside for further chastisement .His legs were spread apart and slightly bent giving Darla's  access to the ultra sensitive area between his cheeks.
Darla retrieved a wide , leather belt from Steve's wardrobe , the one Donna suggested would be there , and  took up a position behind him which gave her lots of room to really swing the belt.

With all the commotion , her robe had become completely undone so she  removed it and delivered the final phase of his punishment completely naked.
She felt like an Amazon warrior.
Planting her left foot for balance , Darla leaned forward and placed the belt against Steve’s rump to measure her aim.

Leaning back and raising the belt high , she swung it as hard as she could , the impact almost sending him reeling.
“AAAARHHMPHH!” he gasped hysterically.
“Please Darla…enough…I can’t take anymore…” he sobbed.
For a moment Darla felt enough sympathy to consider his plea , but again remembered Donna’s advice to ignore his pleading and apologizing .
“It’s please Ma’am!” she corrected.
“PLEASE STOP MA’AM” he repeated.

The leather fell 3 more times in rapid succession and Steve wailed .
‘WHAP!’ “OW!”

Slowly and methodically , Darla completed the remaining licks , making sure the final two were extra hard.
Afterwards she stood proudly naked behind her man , beads of sweat forming on her body from the exertion.
Steve by contrast , looked and felt like 5 miles of bad road.

His backside was battered and blistered and it was all he could do to remain in position , legs parted ,  ass high in the air ,  hands still gripping his ankles.
“You may get up now.” Darla said in a commanding but softer tone.
Slowly he rose up , his hands immediately going back to comfort his roasted rear-quarters.
This time Darla permitted him permission to rub.

It took a few moments for him to regain his composure and turn around to face Darla.
His jaw dropped at the sight of her naked body .
Without saying a word , she sat on the bed , spreading her legs wide.
"Pleasure me!" She purred.
Steve instinctively dropped to his knees , hungrily burying his face between his  girlfriend’s legs.

Leaning back , Darla moaned and ground her hips while  Steve pleasured her with his tongue and lips.
Steve paused to look up at Darla with pleading eyes.
“Not yet mister…..” she said, boldly putting a hand on his head and plunging it back between her legs.
Steve continued until Darla's screams of joy filled the room with an intense orgasm which seemed  repeated itself over and over.

Breathless and gasping she supported herself with her hands.
Steve looked up at her again , this time rising to his feet so that his erection was inches from her face.
Darla stood up , brushing her nakedness against him.
“UUURGH!” he let out a guttural grunt when Darla roughly took hold of his erection with one hand and grasped his balls with the other.
“Hands on your head!” she commanded and he reluctantly replied.

A mischievious grin played on Darla’s face as she began pumping Steve’s shaft up and down.
“Please…no Darla…not that…STOP !” he begged.
Completely in control now,  Darla squeezed his balls tighter  and began pumping his  raw shaft harder and faster.
“Slow down…please Honey….” Steve pleaded.
She looked him in the eye and continued until he exploded in a violent eruption.
Darla was amazed at the force and quantity of the fluid spurting out , and continued to squeeze and yank on his member until every last drop had fallen.

Her man’s final act of submission complete , Darla took him in her arms and hugged him hard.
“Darla  I…..” Steve began but Darla stopped him with a finger on his lips.
“We’ll talk about it in the morning sweetie…” she whispered.

The following morning was somewhat uncomfortable for Steve after the events of the previous evening .
Darla was up early as usual and the smell of fresh coffee and sizzling bacon drew him to the kitchen.
Snuggling up to her , he planted a kiss on the nape of her neck where she loved it and he was rewarded with the usual girlish giggle.
“Steve….can’t you see I’m cooking bacon here?” she scolded mockingly.

He put a hand back to sooth his aching backside.
“My ass is hotter than that pan after last night!” he said with a grimace.
Darla laughed. “It all your own fault, now sit down… breakfast will be ready soon.!”

Warily studying the hard kitchen chair Steve jokingly suggested Darla fetch a pillow for him.
"The only thing I'm going to fetch for you is the brush if you don't sit down!" she warned. 
Steve winced and groaned when his backside touched the unforgiving wooden seat while Darla laughed mockingly at his squirming  as she carried two plates to the table to join him.

As he ate , Darla leaned her elbows on the table and looked seriously at him.
“Let’s talk about last night shall we?” she asked.
Steve blushed but managed a nod as he chewed on his toast.
“What’s to talk about….I screwed up , you blistered my butt and I deserved it.” He said.

Darla smiled . Donna told her it would be easy and she was right again.
“Good! I’m glad we have an understanding because from now on your backside will be getting a regular taste of that brush . I said there were going to be some changes around here and I was serious.” She declared boldly.

Darla then proceeded to lay out the ground rules of acceptable and unacceptable behaviour for Steve and the consequences for violations.
Steve listened like an entranced schoolboy and was obviously very happy to hear his girlfriend’s bold declaration.
“You’re the boss Ma’am.” he acknowledged rising from his chair as he took a final gulp of his coffee.
“Gotta go Honey….duty calls!” he said happily.

As he turned to go , Darla took hold of his arm and pulled him close to her.
“You know , this doesn't mean you should stop spanking me Steve.....actually I did something yesterday that deserves an epic bottom warming.” She purred.
“…..and just what might that have been ?” Steve asked curiously.
Darla leaned into his ear to whisper a reply which inspired him to deliver a hearty slap to her rear which made her cheeks jiggle.
“That's just a sample of what you'll get tonight young lady!" He warned with a smirk.

Friday, November 23, 2018

Janet's Winter Warning - MF Spanking Cartoon

With the early dumping of snow we have had up here ,  it's my civic duty to remind all of you to make sure you install snow tires on your vehicle.
Don't be like Sandra who ignored her Husband's Winter warning and is now receiving a richly deserved Winter 'WARMING' for risking the safety of her and her family.
I certainly hope Sandra didn't ignore her husband's warning on purpose just to earn herself a trip across his knee?
If she did , she is in for a surprise as this time she will be spanked with the dreaded hairbrush.
Sandra will not be wishing to do any driving in the near future once he's done with her , and she will be very embarrassed when her Mechanic asks her what prompted her to make an appointment to have the tires changed......

Thursday, November 22, 2018

Happy US Thanksgiving !

Happy Thanksgiving to all my US Friends!

A little advice for all you guys out there :

....and I would be amiss if I didn't offer a little advice for all you ladies out there :

Sunday, November 11, 2018

Sorry ! - FM Spanking Cartoon

Sorry : 'A feeling of regret or penitence'

This strict wife is going to make sure her naughty husband will be feeling  true regret -
Every time he tries to sit down for the next day or two !

Thursday, November 8, 2018

Professor Spankem's School for Wives - MF Spanking Cartoon

Professor Spankem can understand why so many Husbands are sending their Wives to his exclusive school.
Not only are his students spoilt , rude and lazy but they simply do not seem to learn anything easily.
The Professor's palm is almost worn out by the end of each day from administering so many spankings.
He has never seen so many bottoms squirming on their seats at every class.
"If I didn't know better , I would think you ladies enjoy being spanked!" he tells them.
Could he be correct????

Tuesday, October 30, 2018

It's Time ! - FM Spanking Cartoon

This Naughty Husband perhaps thought his Strict Wife had forgotten about his poor behaviour from a few days ago but he was wrong.

The Strict Wife never forgets , yet Naughty Husbands always wish ( or hope) that she did forget.

There is always time for a good spanking , and this wife will be taking all the time she needs to teach her naughty husband yet another painful lesson!

Friday, October 26, 2018

Kneel for your Queen -FM Spanking Story

We were sitting by the pool enjoying a glass of wine on a warm , sunny afternoon when I casually enquired what we were having for supper.
Her agitated response took me by surprise , "How come it's always me who has to plan and prepare dinner!"
Her statement wasn't quite true , as I planned and prepared most of the meals during the week while she took care of it on the weekends.
It wasn't a planned arrangement but just something that evolved and worked fine.

Nonetheless , instead of just letting it go, I decided to challenge her on this with a few examples.
This did not appease her one bit and she continued on her rant.
Irritated and irked I vigorously defended my position , perhaps a bit too much , interrupting her and cutting her off in mid sentence in my zeal to win the argument.

Finally she said sternly, "How dare you speak to your Queen in that tone !"

Referring to herself as my 'Queen' indicated that she had elevated herself to a position of authority , so it would have been in my best interest to responded with a simple "Sorry Your Majesty ",  but my stubborn male pride got in the way .

"I was just asking about dinner for God's sake! You don't have to make a Federal case out of it!" I replied irritably.
Her response was a finger pointing inside , "Get inside and wait for me to come and show you how to respect your Queen !" she ordered imperiously . She was really settling into her role now.
My mouth opened instinctively to issue a protest but closed again when she quickly added , "Don't dare say a word .....all I wish to hear from you is 'yes you Majesty  or ' no Your Majesty!"
I wisely chose a "Yes your Majesty" and hurried inside.

After stripping and laying out her 'Royal Hairbrush' on the bed , I must have waited a good 20 minutes before she joined me.
Turns out she decided to have a swim as her swimsuit was wet and glistening.
Eyeing the room in satisfaction , she picked up the paddle and smacked it playfully against her palm.
"You know better than to disrespect your Queen Sir and you will pay the penalty!" she declared  with a smirk.

"On your knees and worship your Queen!"she ordered.
I immediately sank to my knees and began kissing her foot.
Her skin was smooth as silk and had a sweet , salty taste from the pool.
Exalting my Queen ,  I made sure to cover every inch of her royal feet with my tongue.

She tossed her head back , audibly cooing when I sucked on each of her toes.
"I am going to give you a sound thrashing for your impertinence " she warned , taking a handful of my hair to raise my head up.
"Yes Ma'am !" I responded.

She strode to her 'Throne' , a straight back chair I had placed in the middle of the room .
Placing her hands on the back of the chair , she leaned over it to reveal her voluptuous , quivvering bottom , partially exposed by her wet swimsuit.
"Pay homage to your Queen!" she ordered wiggling both cheeks seductively.
Remaining on my knees , I gratefully kissed each of those smooth luscious globes.

Turning to face me , she presented the brush  , the soon to be object of my pending chastisement"Now kiss the Royal brush and ask for your punishment !" she commanded.
After placing my lips against the cold , hard surface of the brush I said earnestly , "Please punish me Your Majesty."
"How severely do you deserve to be punished ?" she asked.
"Very severely your Majesty!" I responded.
"Very well...severely it will present your bottom!" she commanded , patting her lap ,  and I dutifully complied.

Not long later , I was putting supper on the table as she sat smiling smugly.
"A meal fit for a Queen !" she teased , taking her plate from me.
Shaking her head , she chuckled when I painfully lowered myself onto my chair.
"If the meal is to my liking , you are invited to the Royal bed chamber Sir! Your Queen may require your services ." she declared , feigning sympathy.
"Thank you your Majesty." I replied , dropping to one knee.

Sunday, October 21, 2018

The Crimson Pirate - Spanking on the High Seas - Part 3

Jack made plans to allow a few extra days for his backside to heal before visiting Lady Beatrice at Blackwell Manor.
Lady Beatrice was a few years senior to Jack , how many exactly was not clear , and was the undisputed Matriarch of the Blackwell dynasty after her husband , Lord Harold Blackwell , died a number of years ago in a boating accident.

Lady Beatrice needed a man in her life and it had to be someone  strong  , handsome and bold enough to be her equal - and the infamous Captain Jack certainly met the requirements.

So Lady Beatrice set out to relentlessly pursue Jack , eventually convincing him to agree to be her husband.
A lavish wedding was being orchestrated by Beatrice ,  and she was anxious for Jack to return from his latest adventure to share the plans-and to take care of her 'needs'.

Jack had discovered early in their relationship that Beatrice’s sexual appetite was both unique and demanding.
So was Jack’s , and he was happy to comply -at first - until he discovered Beatrice's penchant for chastising naughty male backsides !

It was a well-known fact among the staff at Blackwell Manor  that Lady Barbara  frequently warmed her  husband’s backside and it wasn’t long before this came to Jack’s attention.
One day when he unexpectedly visited , he found Lady Beatrice in the stables with a line of nervous stable-boys outside one of the stalls.
Across from the boys , a line of tittering young ladies were observing the event.

The stall door opened and a young man exited , teary eyed and furiously rubbing the seat of his riding breeches.
From the stall , Lady Beatrice’s voice called out “NEXT!” and Jack heard the sound of a cane ripping across tight breeches a full dozen times.
The scene was repeated until all 6 repentant stable-boys had been soundly caned.s

Apparently during the day off , the young lads had taken some of the local young ladies to the river and plied them with strong ale before their escapade was interrupted by a local farmer.
Lady Beatrice always took care of discipline at the Manor herself and very effectively , adding to the young mens' humiliation by having the young ladies they offended , present at their punishment.

An imperious Lady Beatrice admonished the young men as they stood rubbing their backsides , before turning to the amused young ladies.
"Are you satisfied that these gentlemen have been sufficiently chastised ladies?" she asked.
Their response was muted and uncertain.
"I see ..." Beatrice mused , "You need to see more tangible results than howling and sobbing don't you?" she asked.
The bemused girls nodded.
"Gentlemen! Face the wall and down your britches so these young ladies can see the marks left by my cane!" she ordered.
Having no desire for further cane strokes the boys complied and the young ladies seemed quite impressed by the angry red cane welts on the miscreants' muscular bare backsides.
Without even noticing Jack's presence she dismissed them all.

Jack was astounded , and somewhat impressed by the Lady's authority and complemented her .
Beatrice surprised Jack by informing him that he should expect the same once they were married.
Then to make her point ,  she demanded he bend over to receive a dozen strokes from her.
Jack hesitated at first , but considering himself tougher than the band of whimpering young stable-boys, he laughed and assumed the position.

12 stinging strokes later , Jack was no longer laughing . Even worse , his attempts to receive the caning in silence lasted only until the 3rd stroke and he hollered out just as loudly as each stable-boy had.
Lady Beatrice eyed him smugly with satisfaction as he stood grimacing and rubbing.
His jaw dropped when she began undoing his breeches.
“I must see the beautiful lines I painted on your rump Jack!” she told him impishly.
Standing back , she admired the crimson lines that striped her Fiancee's attractive rump.

After that , Jack felt the wrath of Beatrice's hairbrush or cane regularly and was glad to leave on his latest quest to give his backside some relief.
But he knew well that upon his return Lady Beatrice's discipline would resume ...and he pondered how to hide his escapade with Red Lizzie from her prying eyes....Jack was understandably nervous....

Jack seethed as he observed his bare hindquarters in the mirror.
The letters carved on his posterior by the notorious pirate 'Red Lizzie' were still  displayed  across both cheeks!
Not only that, but his backside still bore the marks and scratches made by Lizzie's hairbrush...and subsequent lovemaking.
"Damn you Lizzie!" he cursed.

Jack had been apart from his beautiful Fiancee , Lady Beatrice for months , and he longed to take her in his arms and make love to her , but he could not let the feisty and fiercely jealous Beatrice set her eyes on the marks on his rear , somehow he  would have to delay his desires until the wounds healed enough so Beatrice would not notice them.
That might be a while.....

With a grimace , he pulled up his britches and and sent for the carriage , which would take him to Lady Beatrice's Manor house for the Homecoming dinner she had arranged for him.
It was a short but uncomfortable ride , bouncing around on his tender behind , and Jack was glad to step out of the carriage and gave his injured appendage a soothing rub.

In the hallway of the Manor ,  the beautiful and ravishing Beatrice awaited him .
Unable to contain her excitement , she ran towards him , flinging herself into his arms in a most unladylike fashion.
Neither spoke , their lips locking for a long lingering kiss.
"Oh Jack....I've missed you so much!" Beatrice groaned , trying to catch her breath.

The two of them walked arm and arm to the dining room.
"I trust you behaved like a gentleman on your journey Captain Jack?" Beatrice asked .
Jack smirked , "Why of course Milady......why would you even ask?"
Beatrice raised a brow , "Because I heard you encountered that witch Red Lizzie!"
Jack gulped and looked uneasy.
He knew his fiancee was insanely jealous of the wild female pirate who she thought she was intent on stealing Jack from her.

Jack coughed nervously , "Ahem! Actually  I did see her briefly ....she was our prisoner on my ship for a while ....but she managed to escape again!" Jack explained.
Lady Beatrice looked unconvinced , "She escaped ....or you released her ? You had best tell me the truth Jack!" she warned.
Jack raised both palms to placate the smouldering Beatrice , "...but I have told you the truth Beatrice...why would I release her?" he replied unconvincingly.

Jack was relieved when the bell rang for the guests to go to the dining room , but he was not comfortable with the smug smile on his Fiancee's face.
They took their seats at the table , and Jack's ginger movements when he sat did not escape Beatrice's attention.
"Are you injured my dear?" she asked sarcastically .
" stiff from the journey my sweetheart." Jack replied.

Thankfully , a male hand stretched out to greet Jack from the seat beside him ," Such a pleasure to meet you Captain Hawkins ." the man said.
"Let me introduce Captain Wainright Jack...." Beatrice began , "His ship brought home that cut-throat 'Red Lizzie' and her crew after they 'escaped' from your ship....isn't that so Captain Wainright?" Beatrice asked without turning her glare from her Fiancee.
The Captain nodded proudly .

Jack winced and heads turned when Beatrice took a firm grip on Jack's ear , "I'm sure Captain Wainright will be pleased to give you the full story on his capture of Red Lizzie Jack...but first you and I need to talk private!" she growled through gritted teeth.

"Now listen Beatrice....I can explain...." Jack babbled but was silenced by a painful twist on his ear.
"Oh you're going to explain alright Jack....and I know just how to persuade you to do just that ....don't I Darling?' she replied.
With that , Jack endured an embarrassing march out of the room to uproarious laughter from the dinner guests.

In the nearby study , his Fiancee opened the desk drawer , scooped up a large hairbrush and seated herself on a chair.
"Well ? What are you waiting for Jack? You know why I brought you in here so remove your clothes and do not keep me waiting!" she ordered.
Aware of the tell tale marks on his backside , Jack tried to stall but Beatrice would have none of it.
"Remove your clothes and get your bare backside over my lap Jack! You have a lot of explaining to do and it has been months since your last spanking so this is long overdue!" she lectured.

Jack's face flushed and he fidgeted nervously , "Well....not exactly Beatrice...." he mumbled.
Beatrice's jaw tightened , "What do you mean?"
" ...hasn't been months since I was spanked Dearest....Lizzie blistered my behind a few days ago before'escaped'..." he confessed.
"WHAT????" his Fiancee gasped.
Waving a hand at Jack she signalled him to start undressing and he reluctantly complied.

"Did she touch this too Jack?" Beatrice asked , roughly gripping his penis in her hand.
"GUUUHH! YES MA'AM ...SHE DID....BUT IT'S NOT LIKE YOU THINK....I...." Jack grimaced.
Beatrice snarled in anger before tipping her Fiancee over her lap.
Once he was in place , Beatrice let out a shriek , "WHAT IS THIS JACK?"

Realizing Beatrice was looking at the 'LIZZIE' branded on his backside , Jack tried to explain.
"I couldn't stop her Beatrice .....she tricked me .....HONEST!" 
Rolling up her sleeve , the full force of Beatrice's fury was about to be unleashed on her Fiancee's unfortunate rear quarters.
"Tricked you indeed!" she declared incredulously , " Don't worry Jack the time I'm done your backside will have my initials where they belong ....and I'll be repeating the treatment every day for the next month!" she announced.
"PLEASE! NO BEATRICE! I'M SORRY!" Jack grovelled.

His Fiancee , examined the back of the antique brush her Mother had gifted her upon her engagement to Jack. It bore a raised letter 'B' for Beatrice , and it was her intention to leave that letter embossed on her handsome Captain's backside to let him know she was hers ....and hers alone !

Beatrice warmed to her task . 
It took a while and a lot of effort , but gradually the prominent letter B over-rode the marls left by her rival Lizzie.
When she was done , Beatrice inspected her work , "Perfect ! Now you bear my mark Captain Jack ...and after dinner , Captain Wainright will be pleased to take you to Lizzie's cell to show her my handiwork...understood?" she scolded.
"YES MA'AM!" a tearful Jack responded.
He winced and clenched his cheeks when Beatrice gently patted his cheeks , "You will report here every day at 1pm exactly so I can make sure my marks remain and are renewed when necessary. Every day mind you , until we are married Jack!"she declared.
Jack bristled , "But our marriage is 6 months away my love...." he reasoned.
Beatrice pouted and caressed Jack's cheeks , "I know my dear..." she grinned impishly.

Allowing her Fiancee some time to dress and regain his composure , Beatrice permitted him to lead her to the Ballroom .
"You will no doubt be pleased to know that dinner is finished and the dance will begin so there will be no need for you to sit for the remainder of the evening Jack." Beatrice chuckled.
Forcing a smile , Jack walked stiffly and gingerly , enduring smirks and smiles from the guests ....and even the staff.
His thunderous spanking may have been conducted in private , but the sound of the hairbrush and his howling was audible throughout the Manor.

Meanwhile , Beatrice strutted contently around the room receiving the adulation of the ladies in the room before rejoining her Fiancee.
The maid holding the tray of drinks , tittered when a red-faced Jack took a drink from her.
Beatrice took it from him and placed it back on the tray , "Captain Jack has had a long journey and needs to rest Mitzie...." she said to the maid , "Why don't you prepare my chamber and the Captain and I will enjoy our drinks there..." she grinned.

As the tittering servant scurried off , Beatrice took a handful of her Fiancee's buttocks , squeezing them and making him wince.
"I'm afraid your discomfort will continue's been 3 long months since I rode you , so tonight I will be riding you LONG and HARD !"she whispered.