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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 it...it just kind of spilled out ..." Charlotte reasoned with her Fiance.
Patrick looked at her in disbelief,  " It spilled out alright Charlie....you 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 ....so  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.
"Nnn...now 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 home.....so 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 spanking.....you 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 meetings.....do 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.
"....er...uhm...can'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 ....you 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  Father.....so 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 dawdle....you'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 , ".....you 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 back....it was wonderful , how are you? Inspector Crimson ? ...er...ah...yes ...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 ....you 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 ....like 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......"
'RING!'
Carl looked relieved when the phone on his desk rang.
'RING!'
"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 Camille....er 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.
'WHACK!' 'WHAP!' 'WHOP!'WHAP!' 'WHOP!'
"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.