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Thursday, May 30, 2019

The Dinner Guests - MF Spanking Story

Simon and Dana loved it when their friends Nigel and Michelle visited.
The couple were such a contrast , Nigel a typical 'stiff upper lip' Englishman with a wickedly dry sense of humour , and the bubbly , vivacious blonde Michelle who entertained everyone by sharing hilarious stories about the eccentric clients at her Law Office.

Michelle was relating a story about a boringly , fussy older lady who simply would not leave her office , "It was supposed to be a 30 minute consultation  , but she just went on and on and on...and to make matters worse , the whole time I was squirming in my chair because of the spanking Nigel gave me the night before!"she said..

There was an uncomfortable pause before their guest looked nervously at her husband who was regarding her sternly.
".....ooopsie! I guess I let the cat out of the bag Sweetie?" she smirked innocently ,  her big eyes widening.

Not in the least bit embarrassed by her slip , Michelle didn't miss a beat and went on to openly and humorously describe how  Nigel resolved issues between them with Michelle by giving her a good spanking.

She was so open about it that Dana and Simon laughed along with their guests,  wondering if they should share a secret of their own.
After Michelle concluded her case in favour of wife spanking , Dana spoke up , "Actually Michelle , you don't need to convince us....Simon has been spanking me for years...." she blurted.
"In fact she'll be getting one heck of a bottom warming this weekend to discuss her credit card bill!" Simon added firmly.

Everyone in the room seemed relieved that their spanking activities were now in the open .
Over another bottle or two of wine , inhibitions were parked and the two couples shared spanking stories with each other.

As the evening drew to a close , Michelle turned to Nigel , "I don't know about you Honey , but all this talk about spanking has made me 'reaaallyyy ''s time you took your naughty little wife home and gave her a long , hard spanking !" she gushed.
"With pleasure Madam!" Nigel replied wryly.

"Why wait until you get home Nigel. Driving home sitting on a well spanked bottom can be very therapeutic....can't it Sweetie?" Simon piped up glancing at his red-faced wife.

Dana giggled and raised a hand , "I certainly can! In fact it happens almost every time we visit my parents. My Mom thinks it's hilarious when he takes me upstairs for a spanking before we leave !"

Michelle raised a brow , "I'm not sure that's a good idea Dana...there is a lot of noise when Nigel spanks me ,  it sounds like thundedclaps when his hand connects with my big,  wobbly bottom....not to mention my squealing ! I'm afraid  we might disturb the neighbours."

"Oh I wouldn't worry about that Michelle , I'm one hell of a screamer when I get spanked ,so it won't be anything new for our neighbours.In fact we've heard our next door neighbour Jack spank his wife Lucy on occasion so if would probably be free entertainment for them!" Dana assured her.

"Yea! You guys can go ahead and use our bedroom....and when you're done ,  you can hang around while I take Dana in there for her sense in delaying Sweetie." Simon grinned at his wife who excitedly feigned surprise.

Nigel grinned and looked at Michelle , "I think that's a great idea...come with me young lady! " he said, standing up and taking his wife's hand.

"Oh by the way.....there's a nice big hairbrush on my night table if you need it Nigel!" Dana called out as their guests made their way down the hallway.
"TRAITOR!" Michelle yelled back at her.

Simon and Dana took their seats at the table , their ears eagerly trained on the pending soundtrack coming from down the hall.
At first there was silence , then Nigel's firm , elegant English voice scolding his wife.
They could hear the occasional response from Michelle in a girlish tone that was barely audible.

More silence followed but was broken by a resoundingly , loud 'WHACK!' and an even louder , high pitched scream from Michelle.
Their friend wasn't kidding,  her lungs were almost bursting with all the howling , helping and squealing she was making as the loud spanks rained down on her substantial bottom.

At first the spanks were crisp and sharp like skin on skin , but later the sound had  more depth suggesting  Nigel was now using the hairbrush!

Their assumption was confirmed when Michelle howled , "Jesus ! Take it easy with that thing really hurts!"
The noisy chastisement continued for a few more minutes and ended with a flurry of rapid fire spanks that had Michelle screeching.
If neighbours Jack and Lucy were home they were hearing quite a show!

A short while later , the bedroom door opened and their guests emerged.
Nigel looked relaxed , his demeanour suggesting he had thoroughly enjoyed himself.
Michelle's cute face was bright red and contorted in a grimace.
Both of her hands were busy behind her back,  furiously trying tob rub the burning in her bottom.

As they came closer , Dana and Simon noticed that the back of Michelle's dress was still hoisted as she rubbed unabashedly.
Surprisingly she spun around and proudly showed her hosts her glowing  well-spanked cheeks .
"Does my butt look as bad as it feels Dana?" she pouted.

Simon drank in the sight of Michelle's big ,round , curvy bottom framed in a lacy black thong. Both cheeks were  a blazing red hue , with those tell tale white circles on her sit spots left by the hairbrush.

"WOW! I'd say it sure looks bad Michelle!" Dana said sympathetically.
"I'll fetch you  a pillow for that long drive home.." Simon added.

"I left the brush on the chair,  so you're all set to go mate!" Nigel told Simon.
"OUCH!" Dana yelped when Simon propelled her forward with a firm smack to the seat of her skinny jeans.
"Let's go Missie!" Simon ordered.
"Good luck taking those jeans down Simon!" Michelle chirped ,cupping her sore cheeks in her hands.

"If you don't mind we would love to sit and listen in." Nigel asked , then corrected himself , "....well ...I'll sit and listen .....Michelle will prefer to stand!"
Michelle scowled at him and rubbed her bottom again.

Nigel and Michelle thoroughly  enjoyed the auditory show that followed and openly applauded their hosts on their performance when they returned.
 Simon acknowledged their appreciation like a performer , while  Dana grimaced and clutched her cheeks tightly with both hands.

Their guests raised their brows when they noticed Dana was no longer wearing those skinny  jeans. The tiny triangle of her red  thong provided only the slightest hint of modesty.
"My butt is way too sore to put those jeans back on!" she winced , forcing a grin.
"WOW! I don't blame you !" Michelle agreed , examining her friend's spanked bottom.

Now that the much awaited wife spankings were completed , there was a momentarily , uneasy silence in the room.
"Well we had best be going now Michelle..." Nigel finally said.
Dana looked at Simonher before speaking.
"It's late and you've had a few drinks so it's better if you just stay over?" she suggested.
Their guests readily accepted , almost as if they had been expecting the invitation.

"May I ask what the sleeping arrangements are?" Nigel asked in his most formal of English tones.
Simon grinned before tentatively replying , "Well.. you and Dana can have the master bedroom  and Michelle and I can use the guest bedroom...." he suggested.

Michelle giggled , "I had a feeling that wife spanking wasn't the only thing we had in common!" she said , offering her hand to Simon .
Nigel bowed and elegantly took Diana's hand and kissed it, "Shall we retire my lovely?" he asked.

Monday, May 27, 2019

Ron's Day of Reckoning - FM Spanking Comic

Day of Reckoning ; 'A time when past misdeeds must be paid for.'

Carol has all kinds of phrases or comments to inform her husband Ron that he is in for a sound bottom blistering and this is one of her favourites!

Poor Ron doesn't know when it's coming , but he knows that , when it does , it will be bad....very bad.

Ron's 'Day of Reckoning' has finally arrived and Carol intends to make sure it will be a day he will remember for a long , long time!

Yes , it will be quite a few days before Ron will be able to sit down comfortably again , and Carol will enjoy teasing him and reminding him that she is the one responsible for rendering him unable to sit!

Friday, May 24, 2019

After Effects - MF Spanking Cartoon

Spoilt brat Sofie found out that her new boyfriend Pierre will not put up with her tantrums .
Not only did he make her leave the party early , but gave her a long overdue spanking once he got her home.
Sofie's first reaction was to never see Pierre again , but after taking a bath to sooth her burning bottom , she is not so sure......

Tuesday, May 21, 2019

Two Types of Hot - FM Spanking Cartoon

As this Strict Wife is finding out , spanking a naughty Husband requires a great deal of effort if done properly.
Interestingly , even though the exercise requires virtually no effort from her Husband , he is feeling the heat much more than she is.....well at least in one area of his anatomy!

Friday, May 17, 2019

A Quiet Night Out - MF Spanking Story

Beth peered through the patio door to watch her naked husband swim in the pool.
"You naughty boy John.....skinny dipping without me !" she said to herself.
The sight of her handsome husband's chiselled , glistening body in the clear water  sent sexual sparks through her veins.
She quickly wiggled out of the expensive new outfit she had just purchased and wanted to show off to her husband , tossing it on the ground in her haste to join him in the pool.

Beth managed to enter the water without John seeing her , and she skillfully  swam to him under the surface before suddenly springing out of the water.
“You naughty boy….how come you're not at work? ...and how dare you go skinny dipping without me !” she giggled , wrapping her body around his.

A surprised John  drank in the sight of the wet , shimmering beauty before him.
“I finished the job early and was waiting for you.... so now we can have some fun.!” John smiled , scooping Beth up into his arms.
Their passions sparking , the couple frolicked in the pool before John carried his wife inside where they made frenzied love together.

As John dressed for dinner , he noticed the new clothes  Beth had just purchased.
“Another new outfit , shoes  , designer jeans , lingerie …….and that looks like another new coat……exactly how much did you spend on that little shopping trip today Beth ?” he asked.
Beth kissed him on the cheek .
“Not that much dear……let me handle the finances as we agreed .” She cooed  , pouting her full lips.

John frowned and took his still naked wife by the arm to face him.
“ Out with it Beth. How much did you spend? We talked about your spending habits before we got married and you promised to stay on budget.I believe that budget was $200 a month ….so did you stick to it  ?” John asked firmly.

Shirking the question , Beth tried to pry herself from John's iron grip .
“Oh don’t be such a tightwad John,  I ..……wait now ,  John….take it easy……” Beth said when John tightened his grip on her  wrist .
“How much Beth ?” he asked again.
“OK ! $250….…or more….I’m not sure..” came the meek reply.
Her husband’s brow furrowed , “Truthfully Beth!” he warned.
Beth sighed , dropping her head in resignation , “ OK OK !....around $500....or was it $650? $800 tops!” she reasoned with a nervous giggle.

John’s jaw dropped and before Beth could react , he picked her up off her feet.
“What you need is a lesson in budgeting young lady…...and that’s what you’re gonna get right here and now !” he scolded .
“Put me down this minute John  ! I demand it !” an outraged Beth screamed when John scooped her up by her waist ,  easily tucking her dainty frame under his muscular arm .

Sitting on the bed ,  he tossed Beth head first over his lap.
Beth’s shapely bare bottom jiggled and her long  legs flailed and kicked wildly .
“How dare you John ….don’t you dare spank me  !” she screeched.
“Just be glad I'm not using the hairbrush !” he replied.
 John raised his arm and proceeded to give his  wife a well deserved spanking.
He loved the way Beth’s cheeks jiggled and slowly changed colour from lily white , to pink , to red and then to a deep crimson while his palm danced all of her shapely globes.

“Oh John….pleeeeease stoppit….it really burns ….my bottom is soooo hot.!
I’ve learned my lesson ….honest I have !” Beth pleaded , kicking her legs and wiggling her curvy hips in an attempt to distract John from his task.
John paused for a moment .
His wife’s curvy , hot , red bottom sure did look inviting , and all her wiggling exposed a glistening triangle of delight between her legs while his erection rubbed on her soft underbelly .
Some how he resisted the temptation and stuck to his task of warming his pretty wife's bottom.

A final flurry of hard spanks had Beth yelping and bucking on his lap until he released her and stood her on her feet.
“OOOOOOH IT BURNS SO BAD! “ Beth pouted , rubbing her bottom furiously while hopping from foot to foot.

John pulled Beth close to him and planted a long lingering kiss on her lips.
An indignant Beth struggled in protest at first , but soon became absorbed in their kiss and melted into John’s arms.
The pair made love yet again , this time with Beth on all fours , begging John to enter her from behind  , which he gladly obliged.
Emotionally and physically drained they snuggled in the bed together , "Do you still want to go out for dinner ?" John asked.
"Yes, but let's just walk to Tony's bottom is way too sore for a car ride to the city!" Beth replied with an impish grin.

Beth and John settled into their usual table at Tony’s Restaurant and ordered drinks.
Police Chief Clint Darkley , and his wife Laura were sitting at  the bar and raised their glasses to welcome them..

Across the room  Judge Farley sat at a table with his wife Martha  and Reverend Brown and his wife Jane.
Martha looked over at Laura and Clint in distain , “Just look at  those two sitting at the bar downing whiskey like a couple of  farmhands!” .
Jane tutted and nodded in agreement , “Indeed ...and him our Police Chief!”
"Well they've hardly broken any laws Martha!" the Judge scolded .
Martha bristled , "Well to us they have! Haven't they Jane?" 
"Indeed they have!" Jane agreed.
The Reverend reached out and touched his wife's hand , "Please Jane , let's have a quiet night." he asked meekly.

Laura , with  a little too much to drink , noticed the dour looks from the ladies and called out , “If you two have something to say why don’t you just say it to my face 'Ladies' !” 
Jane Brown bristled and opened her mouth to respond but Martha signalled  her to stop.
“Just ignore her Jane. There will only be trouble.” She advised .

Judge Farley leaned forward , “Martha’s right about causing trouble , but you two need to mind your business .” he whispered.
“Yes ! Turn the other cheek my Dear!” the Reverend added .

Clint glared at his wife , “Cool it Laura! You know what those two can be like...and that’s your last drink.” he warned her.
Nonetheless , Laura defiantly stood up , pointed an accusing finger at the table , “Do you really think you’re better than us ?’ she raged.

Meanwhile John and Beth watched it all in stunned amazement .
"So much for a quiet dinner!" John sighed.
“I’ll go talk to Laura..she’ll listen to me !” Beth declared.
John wagged a finger at her , “No way Beth !Sit down and stay out of this !” he warned.
Reluctantly , Beth agreed but the scene was quickly escalating into an angry confrontation .
So despite John’s warning , a well meaning Beth felt she had to intervene.

Fingers were pointing , feet were stomping and taunting female voices were chirping non-stop.
The room became so tense that Owner Tony stepped in to calm things down , “Ladies, ladies please return to your seats and I’ll send over  desserts....on me !” he offered , realizing it wasn’t going to take much to set this tinderbox alight.

Tony’s offer was ignored and catty comments , name-calling and personal put downs were the order of the day  as the womens' tempers flared.
“You’re a weakling just like that husband of yours Jane Brown !” Laura yelled at the Reverend’s feisty wife.

Trying her best to obey the advice of the good book to turn the other cheek , Jane  was unable to harness her fury and the room was momentarily silenced by the sound of Jane’s right palm slapping Laura’s face .

She was momentarily stunned  but  firebrand Laura reacted by leaping on Jane with both arms flailing wildly.
All hell broke loose and even the portly Martha piled onto the brawling pair .
Beth tried her best to pull them all apart but with lots of  hair grabbing , eye poking  , kicking and scratching , a full scale catfight had erupted !

As the melee intensified , Sheriff Darkley rose to intervene but soon realized this was not a situation he should handle alone.
His attempts to extract his Amazon-like wife Laura from the the combined tag team of Martha and Jane and the determined Beth failed miserably , so John and the Judge went to the Chief's assistance.

It was a tough job trying to restrain the furious ladied , but as the women  tired, the melee became a slow grappling match,  the combatants clinging  to each other clawing and ripping hair and clothing.

Beth was no longer neutral and taking the side of her outmanned friend Laura , she had straddled the older Jane Brown who was now lying face down o the floor frantically  grabbing for  a fistful of Beth's hair.
The onslaught was stopped when John stepped forward with a pail of water which he  promptly dumped over his wife’s head , shocking the two soaked , indignant women into clambering to their feet.

Reverend Brown’s jaw dropped at the sight of his soaking wet wife , clothes torn , one shoe missing and long  hair  hanging undone from its usually tight bun .
He seized her by both wrists , hauling her away from the fray.
“This is so un-Christian … should be ashamed of yourself Jane Brown !” he scolded.
“But..but…dear…I  know I should have turned the other cheek but I  was just defending your honour…….she called you a weakling !” Jane  pleaded.

Unimpressed , Her husband responded by delivering a sound swat to the seat of her dress .
“I don’t need my wife to fight my battles , especially in this manner....and when I get you home I'll be turning the other cheek alright..….in fact I'll be warming both of your cheeks with a good spanking! ....and you can be asssured it will not be a case of ‘sparing the rod’  Jane !” the Reverend declared , pushing  his repentant  wife out of the Restaurant.

John’s task was not as easy as the Reverend's.
Beth  had assumed a defensive stance holding a candlestick !
 John maneuvered toward her ,  knowing that an angry woman could be as dangerous as a wounded bear.
"Don't you dare come any closer John or so help me I'll clock you with this!" Beth warned.

Using his long reach , John placed a  hand on his wife's forehead , holding her at bay while she  punched air and swung the candlestick in his direction.
It didn't take long until she was drained of energy allowing John to take the weapon from her.
Pulling her to him, John gently brushed the hair from her faceto calm her down . 

Beth looked into his eyes like a tamed horse , "Im sorry John."
John scowled at her , “I told you not to get involved Beth you’re  going over my knee for a good dose of the hairbrush this time !”he declared.

Beth’s shrieked when John picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder  , her expensive skirt rising up to reveal her equally expensive undergarments .
The men grinned when they saw her tiny thong  revealed the blush  in her cheeks from her earlier spanking!
“Aw John …...not the hairbrush…..please…my bottom is already sore!” she pleaded , reaching back  to cover up her dignity.
Pounding her tiny fists on John’s strong back , she kicked her feet  wildly as he carried her off .

Meanwhile , Laura Darkley still had a firm grip on Martha Farley’s hair ,  sitting on top of the plump older lady.
She looked up tentatively at her husband who was standing over her with arms folded.
“Let Mrs. Farley go Laura !” the Sheriff ordered .
“AW Shucks! “Laura sighed , releasing her grip , “....can’t I give her one more lick? “ she asked , already knowing the answer.

Shaking his head , Clint hauled Laura to her feet.
Pouting , she bit her lip , trying to avoid her husband’s silent gaze.
“I guess I’ll be getting the strap when we get home ?” she asked meekly.
Tapping his foot her husband nodded in agreement.
“By the time I’m done tannin’ your backside you won’t sit for a week !” he warned her.
Laura gulped , putting both hands on the seat of her tight jeans in anticipation of her fate.

Martha was still sprawled on  her back , her dress ripped at the seams exposing a  black girdle and stockings . Her silk blouse was in tatters allowing a generous glimpse of her substantial cleavage.
The Judge helped her stagger to her feet.

“Martha Farley ,you are hereby found guilty of disorderly and unladylike behaviour!” Judge Farley announced to his surprised wife.
“Oh My! What is my sentence  going to be this time Henry?” she blurted  , as if this had happened to her before.
Her stern Husband pulled her towards him.
“It will be long and severe Martha...very long and very severe! I think you know what that means?” He told her ominously.
Instinctively Martha placed a palm on ths seat of her girdle , "Yes I most certainly do your Honour." she pouted.

Luckily ,apart from a few scratches , bruises,  and a fair amount of damaged pride there were no major injuries as a result of the altercation .
However , each of the combatants would incur substantial  damage to a certain part of their anatomy which would  be very , very sore for some time!

Back at the Dillon household , Beth sat silently in her brand new lace undies holding an ice pack on her swollen eye while John tended to the scratches on her face and arms.
Beth could not avoid staring at the hairbrush sitting on the dresser knowing that it would soon be an instrument of extreme discomfort to her.
“Better get me another ice pack Honey.” She asked .
“Oh I think this one is all you need for that eye….it’s not that bad Sweetheart...” John replied.
Beth looked seriously at her Husband. “It's not for my eye John!” She groaned , glimpsing again at the brush.

John picked up the hairbrush and took his place on the chair , while  Beth obedienhly rose to stand beside him.
Taking her hand he guided her head first over his lap until her palms touched the floor and her bottom was elevated above her head and her legs were raised off the ground.

Her skimpy undies would offer little protection for what was to come ,  but nonetheless John  eased them  over the curves of her hips and creamy white globes.
"You know you deserve this Beth?" John asked , raising the brush.
Beth clenched her cheeks , closed he eyes tightly  and tightened her grip on the arm of the chair , "Yes Sir!"

Over at the Police Chief's house , Laura’s bare bottom was  already high in the air as she lay over her husband’s lap.
Clint had enjoyed the sight of his shapely wife wriggling out of her tight jeans to present her gorgeous bare bottom for punishment.
Grasping Clint’s leg , Laura gritted  her teeth and awaited  the first stinging lick of the razor strap.

She heard a whisp of air , followed by a loud crack when the strap wrapped across both her cheeks.
"Ouch!" she yelped at the intense sting quickly  let out an involuntary gasp.
Again and again  the leather razor strap wrapped around her firm bottom ,  quicky turning it a maze of blazing red stripes.

Her bottom felt like it was on fire and she just could not keep her composure , wailing and howling while she bucked and squirmed on Clint’s lap.
Afterwards, with her  bottom throbbing , she performed  quite animated  ‘spanking dance’  hopping from toe to toe while furiously rubbing her red , swollen cheeks..
“Just you wait ! I’ll get ya back for this Clint Darkley !” she warned indignantly as her husband  doubled over in laughter.

Judge Farley had already passed sentence on his wife Martha and was busy carrying out her sentence.
Martha dangled over the back of the big sofa , her ample , round posterior completely bare and perfectly positioned.
“OW!” YEOOW!  MY POOR BOTTOM ! OW ! OUCH !” she cried as Henry roasted her cheeks with stinging swats of a leather slipper.

After one particularly stinging swat Martha sprang up ,rubbing her cheeks furiously.
Henry slapped her hands away from her rear and promptly pushed her back into position over the sofa.
“You just earned yourself another dozen whacks for that Martha .....and remember you still have the wooden spoon and the razor strap to come!” he informed her.
Henry shook his head and chuckled.
“I wish I’d done this years ago.” He declared ,  laying on another solid whack to his target.
"OUCH! Me too!" Martha yelped.

Jane Brown was seeing a different side of her mild mannered husband for the first time .
For the past 10 years he had tolerated her temper tantrums , nagging and complaining like a true man of the cloth , never even thinking of chastising her ,even though she truly deserved it.

Her Husband  had  whacked the seat of her dress all the way home , but once in the privacy of their home , that dress was quickly hoisted , panties downed and a good old fashioned , bare bottom spanking began for real!
Jane was barely able to catch her breath as the Reverend peppered her jiggling cheeks with spanks that set her bottom on fire.

True to his word the Reverend did not spare the rod!
With his wife nursing a thoroughly  spanked rear , he produced the school cane.
“I’m far from finished with you yet woman!” he informed her.
“Where did that come from ?” she asked in astonishment , staring at the implement.
“It’s standard issue for all Parishes my dear and it's about time I started using it ! Now keep that dress up and bend over that chair!”
 Obediently Jane bent over the chair and dutifully  receive a full dozen  strokes of the cane leaving angry red stripes across her virgin bottom.

Upon arriving for Church the next morning , the quartet of naughty ladies shared  dented pride and  rosy red , sore bottoms.
“Aren’t you forgetting something Beth ?” John asked , watching his wife step into her Sunday dress.
Beth chuckled at her panties still sitting on the bed.
“I’m afraid my bottom is  much too tender to wear those to Church .“ she explained , pointing to her tender red bottom.
John just smiled and shook his head.

Jane Brown stood dutifully beside her husband outside the church , greeting the congregation .
Under her conservative  summer dress , her bottom was  a bright red  , adorned  with crimson stripes from the cane.
Thoughtfully Janne offered her fellow Ladies a pillow  , which they gratefully accepted to the amusement of their men.

John grinned , watching Beth shift and squirm on her pillow , searching for comfort when Martha and Judge Farley took their usual places beside them.
Martha let out a gasp when she eased her sore bustle onto the cushion “I’d like to apologize for my behaviour last night Beth .Please forgive me.” She asked politely.
Beth took her hand, “There’s no need to apologize Martha. We all behaved terribly last night and got what we deserved.” 

Martha moved closer and whispered to Beth.
“I know I sure did! Henry gave me the thrashing  of my life last night! The slipper was bad enough but that wooden spoon....and that awful strap.....OUCH!  You know....strangely I’ wish he’ had done that to me years ago... but it's better late than never!” the older lady chuckled and grimaced again , “Ouchie…sitting on these wooden pues is agony. I’m so glad Jane gave us these pillows.”

Beth smiled in agreement and winced.
“I got the hairbrush …….and boy did I get it good ! “ Beth confided.
Martha tittered and pointed at the Reverend’s wife.
“Poor Jane ! She got the first spanking of her life..... and then a dozen with the cane……I’m surprised she can sit at all the poor thing! The Reverend took out 10 years of frustration out on her bottom last night!”

Judge Farley frowned and pulled his wife closer.
“Really Martha ! Giggling in church like a schoolgirl! You do know that  I’ll have to give you another spanking for that  when we get home !” he whispered.
"Yes Dear! Sorry Dear!" Martha replied , winking at Beth. 
"I can't wait!" she whispered.

Tuesday, May 14, 2019

The Spanking Circle - FM Spanking Story

Clint waved at the barmaid and held up the empty beer jug , " A refill Nancy please!" he yelled to cheers from his rodeo friends.
His diminutive blonde girlfriend Jennie stood up , took the empty jug from her surprised boyfriend and signalled  to Nancy to cancel the order.

"I think that's quite enough Clint.Finish your beer and then it's time we went home.I'm tired and have a big day tomorrow." she reasoned.
Clint was disappointed ... as we're his gaggle of tipsy friends.
"Aw come on Sweetheart....just one more jug and then we'll go." he asked.

"You heard me Clint ! Drink up and let's get going..." Jennie replied with a hint of firmness in her tone.
"Best do what the little lady says Clint!" his pal Russ  teased to cackles from his friends.
"We all know who wears the pants in your house Clint!" another hollered.

His pride hurt , Clint tried to save face by boldly signalling to the barmaid again.
This time Jennie grabbed hold of his ear and pulled his face close to hers ,"Clint ! I said we're leaving now ....and you'll be getting another dancing lesson once we get home for defying me like that ! she warned him.
Clint's face reddened and his demeanour softened , "AW Honey! No...please don't..." he pleaded.

To add to the big Clint's injured pride , his girlfriend tightened her grip on his ear and gave it a firm tweak, " I said let's go Clint!" she scolded , tugging his head lower .
 "Ouch!" the big Cowboy yelped , exploding the room into derisive laughter as the petite Jennie lead her husky boyfriend to the door.

Enjoying herself now , Jennie winked at her friend Lucy , smiled impishly and then delivered 3 sharp smacks to the seat of Clint's tight jeans .
"Ouch!" he yelped  , hopping comically and putting a hand back to defend against more smacks.
"Move it mister!" Jennie scolded giving him a final shove to propel him outside.

Lucy giggled and looked up at her boyfriend Russ , "Looks like your buddy Clint is in for another dancing lesson from Jennie!!"
His brow furrowing , Russ looked down at her , "A Dancing Lesson? I didn't know Jennie was giving Clint dancing lessons...." he said.
Lucy shook her head , "It's a metaphor silly!" she lectured.

The furrow in her boyfriend's forehead deepened , "A meta...'metawhat'?" he asked.
His girlfriend sighed and eyed him impatiently , " A 'metaphor' Russ....a figure of speech....Jennie's not literally giving Clint dancing lessons...."
"Then..... why did she say she was?" Russ asked curiously.
Lucy sighed again  , "She really means she's  going to give him a darn good spanking!" she announced.
Her boyfriend's jaw dropped , "WHAT! A spanking?Seriously?" he gasped.

"Yessir! The only dancing he's gonna be doing will be a lot of kicking and wiggling when he's over Jennie's lap getting his  bare bottom spanked like a naughty little boy. If you don't believe me , just watch him tomorrow when he tries to sit down.... ..or better still ,have a look when he's in the shower....his backside will still have the marks from Jennie's hairbrush!" Lucy added.

Russ shook his head in disbelief.
"Actually Russ , you're going to find out for yourself because tonight's 'dancing lesson' is going to be  a group one.....isn't  it ladies?" Lucy announced to the  trio of other ladies mingled around her.
"That's right Lucy ! Give us a few minutes to round up our naughty boys for their dancing lesson....this oughta be fun!" Shelly cackled.

Once home , Jennie wasted no time in demanding her handsome cowboy strip to the waist and stand before her in his tight denims .
She caressed his rippling muscled torso , glistening with sweat and Clint pulled her close ,pressing his lips on hers and scooping her up in his arms.
Jennie put a warning finger on his lips ? "Uh-Oh big guy....not so fast.I promised you a dancing lesson and that's what your gonna get!" she smirked.

"Aw Jen...not tonight...please ?" Clint complained.
His girlfriend regarded him sternly , "Put me down Clint and go fetch my hairbrush." she said firmly.
Jennie chuckled to herself when Clint reluctantly set her down ,instinctively rubbing the seat of his jeans in anticipation of what was to come.

Jennie loved how her tough cowboy had channelled into a naughty, pouting  schoolboy by the time he returned cradling her hairbrush in his big hands .
As  she gratefully took the brush from him , Clint noticed there were 4 chairs in the middle of the room.

"What's going on Jen?" Clint asked , scratching his head as he surveyed the chairs.
Before Jennie could answer , the doorbell rang.
"Can you get that Sweetie?It will be the other dance partners."
she announced nonchalantly.
"Dance partners?" Clint asked.
Jennie studied her reflection in the polished wood of the hairbrush as she rolled it over in her hand.
"Lucy and I decided it was time for a group 'dancing lesson' for you guys  and all the other gals were real keen to join!" she announced.
Clint's jaw dropped and the doorbell chimed again.
"Don't keep our guests waiting Clint!" she said firmly , wagging the brush at him menacingly,

While Clint answered the door , Jennie made herself comfortable on one of the big chairs.
A crescendo of heels clicking on the wood floor accompanied by excited female  shrieks and giggles echoed from the hallway.
Lucy led the other two ladies into the room to join Jennie in a circle of disciplinary ladies.

Clint trundled in , followed by his partners in crime who were all very subdued and contrite.
Like Clint , all three men were red-faced and stripped to the waist .
With the ladies now comfortably seated with their spanking implements on their shapely laps , Jennie announced "Welcome to the first gathering of the Grandville Ladies Spanking Circle Gentlemen!"

"Spanking circle ? What are you gals talking about ?" Russ asked .
"Once a month our circle of ladies will meet to discuss 'domestic discipline'......and to give you gentlemen what you richly deserve. Given that you all continue to behave childishly , disrespectfully and don't listen to us... you will be going over your significant other's lap for a darn good spanking !" Lucy explained to the gents.

"You see we ladies have been talking  , and it appears that each of you are not strangers to a good bottom warming.....isn't that so Gents?" Shelly added.
The men flushed red and looked at each other nervously.
"Well Guys? Shelly asked you a question?" Maryanne prompted sternly , "You first Dwayne!" she pointed at her shaken boyfriend.
"Well know you spank me Maryanne!" he blurted in response.
Maryanne waved the big bath-brush , "He hates this....but I love it....don't I honey?" she teased.
"Yes Ma'am!" Dwayne replied shyly to cackles from the ladies.

 "Curtis?" his girlfriend Cindy asked sternly.
He hesitated to reply but his girlfriend jogged his memory by tapping her big mahogany clothes brush against her palm.
"Yes Ma'am. You spank me all the time with that darn thing!" he confessed.
Cindy grinned proudly , "Does it hurt your little bottom Curtis?" she asked .
"Yes Ma'am it does." her subdued boyfriend mumbled.

"Your turn Russ..." Lucy said , pointing her hairbrush at him.
"Lucy's been warming my bare behind with ......" he began.
"....with whom ?" his girlfriend prompted.
Russ let out a sigh , "....with...Betty Blister!" he blurted.
"That's our pet name for the hairbrush and I don't have to explain why do I girls ?"Lucy laughed.

Clint decided not to wait for Jennie to prompt him , "I know you guys think Jennie's been givin' me dancin' lessons but she's actually been giving me a darn good spanking!" he declared , almost proudly.
"Good boy Clint!" Jennie applauded.

A quartet of female index fingers curled in unison to beckon their naughty boys to them.
As their men stood silently and obediently before them, the ladies eagerly undid their belt buckles and yanked down their jeans.

Jennie signalled to Lucy , "Set the timer for 5 minutes Lucy please!" she asked.
Lucy adjusted the kitchen timer and placed it on the floor , "Ready when you are ladies!"" she announced.
Patting their laps , the ladies invited their humbled boyfriends to take their positions over their lap.
"This is how our spanking circle is going to work gentlemen...." Jennie began ,".... Lucy will start the timer and we are going to blister your behinds hard and fast until the buzzer goes. Then you will get up and place yourself over the next ladies lap in a clockwise direction. Lucy will start the timer again and you will get another spanking. We will repeat until each of you have completed the circle two times....understood!"

While the ladies giggled excitedly , the cowboys did some quick calculations in their heads.
" isn't that 40 minutes of spanking ?" Curtis asked.
His girlfriend scowled , "That's right Curtis....would you like to do another circle to make it a full hour?" she asked.
"NO MA'AM!" the four men replied together.
"Shall we begin ladies?" Jennie asked.
Lucy pressed the timer and the inaugural session of the Grandville Ladies Spanking Circle commenced ! 

Friday, May 10, 2019

After a Fall - MF Spanking Story

"Are you still on the phone Jane ?" Bart remarked to his wife , picking up his briefcase and downing the rest of his coffee.
Jane glanced over at him , nodded and continued to whisper into the receiver.
Bart shook his head , chuckled and gave Jane a sloppy kiss on the cheek as he left for work.

He was still curious about the mystery call when he returned home that evening,  and even more surprised when he saw Jane dressed up for a night on the town.
"Are we going out tonight ?" Bart asked , thinking he had forgotten an appointment.
Jane paused to look in the mirror as she applied her lipstick before replying."I have to go meet someone downtown ." she said looking at herself in the mirror.

She went on to explain that the call she had received in the morning was from an ex-boyfriend from years ago , Doug Felton
He was having some personal problems and needed someone to talk to , so Jane had agreed to meet him at a downtown bar to try and help him.

Bart took the news well at first , but inwardly he was hurt and angry.
He knew Doug Felton and wasn't worried about the competition , but was upset that Jane hadn't discussed it with him first.
However , Jane was the ultimate do-gooder , unable to say no to anybody who needed help – even Doug Felton.

"I don't think it's a good idea for you to go out alone downtown and meet a guy you haven't seen in over 10 years Jo." Bart reasoned.
Jane shrugged off her husband's concern as she combed her hair ,"Don't be silly Bart ! I'll be in a bar with lots of people in it .Doug needs my help to get his life back in order. " she explained.
Bart sighed and tried a different approach,"I don't want you to go Jane – I'll call Doug and tell him you can't come." he suggested.
Jane walked purposefully to her husband and planted a kiss on his lips , "You'll do no such thing – I'll be back by 10." She said firmly and left,

Watching the clock on the wall was torture for Bart , and he scolded himself for not being firmer with Jane.
She was always bossy like this , and it was his fault for letting her have her own way all time.
When it was past 10pm and there was still no sign of Jane, he decided to call her cell phone and sighed with disgust when he heard it ring in the bedroom!
Bart shook his head at his wife's foolhardiness for not even bringing her phone with her  in case of a problem.

He considered driving downtown to look for Jane's car but realized it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack, and he needed to stay near the phone in case she called.
11pm came around and Bart sat nervously by the phone trying not to worry.
He had read the same paragraph of his book four times and had not comprehended a word,"Damn you Jane.....where are you?" he blurted throwing the book on the floor in exasperation.

Finally, just before midnight the phone rang and Bart picked it up on the first ring.
It was the local hospital informing him that Jane had an accident.
Bart felt a lump in his throat and his heart pumped , but the Nurse quickly assured him that Jane's injuries were minor and she was fine.
They just needed someone to pick her up and bring her home , so Bart quickly grabbed his keys and sped off to the hospital , all sorts of thoughts warring in his mind as he drove.
Part of him was worried about Jane and another part wanted to wring her neck!

 When Jane had met Doug,  he had been drinking all day and clearly had other designs on Jane than just talking.
Stubborn and bullheaded as she was , Jane still stayed with him ,  trying her best to counsel and advise him.
However, when Doug's hands began to wander too much , she realized she had to make a quick exit , but in her haste , a heel caught on the floor  , Jane lost her balance , falling down a few steps and banging her head on a wooden railing.

The useless and drunk Doug did not even have the decency to get her medical help ,  so Jane drove there by herself , her leg throbbing and her head bleeding. 
A relieved Bart arrived at the hospital and patiently listened to Jane's story.
She needed stitches for the cut on her head , and wore a cast on her lower right leg up to her knee.
In her hand was a small container of painkillers.
"She's pretty banged up so she may need to take those for a couple of days until the pain subsides.After that she should be fine." The nurse explained to Bart.

It was a quiet drive home from the hospital.
Bart was still seething and holding back his anger , while Jane was looking sheepish.... but not in the least bit apologetic about her little escapade.

It wasn't until Bart had made his wife comfortable at home that he finally let it all out.
He firmly reprimanded Jane on her irresponsible behaviour , and for the first time in their marriage , an astonished Jane did not interrupt. 
Jane had never seen Bart act like this before and she actually liked it !
For once he was not going to let her off easily and she knew she deserved it and the retribution actually made her feel better.

But Bart had more in mind for his wife than a long , firm lecture.
When the scolding was over he handed her a painkiller and a glass of water , "I'm not done with you yet Jane.You need  a couple of days to heal up , but once you're done with these painkillers I'm going to give you the spanking of your life!" he announced.

Jane almost choked on her water and looked at her husband in disbelief.
"A spa….spa….spanking ?" she squeaked.
Bart nodded.
"Yes Jane  , something I should have done years ago  , but now you're finally going to get it …and it's going to be hard….and on your bare behind….. and I'll include a good dose of the strap for good measure! You'd better bring a pillow when you return to work , because I expect you'll be having some trouble sitting " he concluded taking the water glass from his stunned and speechless wife.

Jane was still silent when Bart touched her lips softly with a good night kiss.
The painkillers soon relaxed Jane , but she could feel her bottom tingle with anticipation at the prospect of her strong husband warming it with his hand and the strap.
After 15 years of marriage it was a long time coming but Bart was finally taking charge and would soon give his wife the discipline she needed and craved.

The next morning Jane was able to use her crutches to hobble into the bathroom to clean up.
As she did , she eyed the supple leather strap hanging on the wall.
It was her Father's , and although it was no longer used , it added to the classic look of the bathroom along with other antique items on display.
She thought back to her childhood when her Father had used that same strap on the seat of her dress and she remembered how much it stung.
Instinctively she put a palm to her bottom and quickly withdrew it when Bart poked his head in the half open door.
"Feeling better?" he asked.

A subdued Jane simply nodded in reply.
There was a new energy with Bart now as he relished having finally taken charge of his errant wife.
"Breakfast is on the table, come and get it while its hot" he chirped.
Jane was able to manoeuvre herself onto her seat at the table , commenting on how difficult it was.
"Don't worry Darling , after tomorrow you're going to have trouble sitting for a quite a while !" a beaming  Bart reminded her .
 “ You’re not serious about spanking me are you Bart?” Jane asked uneasily.
“Oh I’m serious alright !” Bart replied , and Jane felt that tingling in her bottom again.

 After two days of rest Jane was feeling much better.
The pain in her head was gone as were most of the bruises.
She had even dispensed with her crutches and was able to walk, somewhat tentatively, with her cast.

Covering the cast with a plastic bag, she took her first shower since the fall.
The hot water beating against her skin felt great as she massaged shampoo into her hair taking care to avoid the stitches in her head.
She sighed loudly , thoroughly enjoying the experience.
It was only when she finished wrapping a towel around her head that she noticed the leather strap was missing from its place on the bathroom wall.
Jane could feel her heart pounding and that tingling feeling in her bottom returned yet again.

Wrapping herself in a towel she hobbled to the master bedroom , and gasped when she saw Bart sitting on the bed with the razor strap  beside him.
Jane's jaw dropped and Bart did not need to say anything.
They both knew what was to happen next.

Dropping both towels on the floor Jane stood naked before her husband , "I guess we better get this over with!" she sighed.
It had been a long time since Bart had seen the bossy Jane looking so vulnerable, beautiful - and sexy.
He eyed her long, slender legs, the curve of her hips, pert breasts and firm nipples.
Still silent, he patted his lap and Jane carefully draped herself over it.

Bart allowed his wife the luxury of adjusting her position to accommodate the cast on her leg,  but he made the final adjustment to ensure her shapely , round bottom was in the right position to receive her chastisement.
 Jane could already feel the moistness between her legs when Bart teasingly rested the strap on her cheeks.
Both of those cheeks tensed when she felt the strap slowly slide off ,  replaced by the palm of Bart's hand.
He caressed her milky , soft skin and explored every area of her bottom and thighs.

Jane moaned when she felt Bart's finger slip between her legs ,lingering there tantalizingly.
In an instant it was gone and then Jane heard a loud slap.
At the same time she felt a sharp sting in her right cheek.
She yelped like a puppy and bucked on Bart's lap.
Another slap . Another sting , this time on her left buttock and she yelped again.
There was a pause , just enough for her to feel the burning in her cheeks commence , before Bart peppered her entire bottom with a non-stop series of stinging spanks.

He noticed Jane's bottom was quickly turning red now as he continued to spank briskly.
Jane squirmed , puffing her cheeks and exhaling and , as  the spanks rained down and her bottom became hotter and hotter , she became more vocal.

Once his wife's rear-quarters had turned a fiery red , Bart paused again , this time to pick up the strap.
He draped it over Jane's smouldering cheeks to let her know what was coming next. 
Jane braced and tightened her grip on her husband’s leg.

The strap cracked against her tender skin .
The sting it delivered was intense and Jane howled loudly ,  kicking wildly with her one good leg.
"AAAW GAAWD!" Jane gasped as the strap lashed against her backside a second time.
Before she could react , Bart delivered another trio of whacks in quick succession .
Jane could feel the tears in her eyes now and just lay over Bart’s lap sobbing and blubbering as he delivered four more hearty whacks with the strap to conclude his wife's punishment.

Jane was one sorry wife now ,  apologizing and making promises to her husband as she looked up at him with a pouting , tear stained face .
Her bottom and upper thighs were a blazing crimson now and bore thick stripes where the strap had landed.
Bart helped Jane to her feet , pulled her into his arms and hugged her.
After a while her sobbing subsided and she felt secure , safe and loved in her man's embrace.

However , her ordeal was not completely over , as Bart steered her over to the corner where she stood in silence for a full 15minutes with head bowed and her glowing red bottom on display. 
Bart sat nearby on the sofa reading his book and occasionally glancing up at his wife's chastised bottom .
He chuckled to himself as she shuffled her feet , trying to stay in place as the burning in her bottom intensified.
Finally he went to her and Jane collapsed into his strong arms once again ,  their lips locked in a lingering kiss. 

Jane gazed seductively into Bart's eyes before dropping to her knees and fumbling with his zipper.
Bart gladly helped his wife release the growing bulge in his pants and he groaned loudly as she took his erection in her mouth and gave him the blow-job of his life!

"Aren't you forgetting something Jane?" Bart asked with a smirk as he watched his wife dress for work the next morning.
Jane glared at him while carefully stepping into her skirt.
"Panties are not an option with an ass as sore as mine!" she announced , grimacing as she wiggled and pulled the skirt over the curves of her hips.

Bart could not hide a chuckle as he imagined Jane going to her stuffy Law office, pantie-less , and sitting on a well spanked bottom . 
Jane did not share his amusement and endured a very long ,  uncomfortable day at the office  sitting on a soft pillow she was able to smuggle in.

"There's a message for you on the answering machine Jane." Bart told her when she came home that evening.
Bart stood with arms folded listening to the message as Jane played it back.
It was Doug again , apologizing profusely and asking to meet her again.
Jane paused to think for a moment , glancing over at Bart , then she smiled and  pressed the delete button on the machine.
"My poor bottom is so hot and sore darling......sitting all day was murder! Would you put some nice cold cream on it for me ?" she purred , hoisting her skirt and wiggling her voluptuous and still glowing bottom.
"With pleasure my dear" Bart replied and he followed a giggling Jane as she scurried into the bedroom.