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Tuesday, November 26, 2019

Trudy Tames Tardy Tom - FM Spanking Comic

This comic is a redux of some of my very early work in the blog titled "Spanked Fiancee"

Sunday, November 17, 2019

The Jokari Paddle - FM Spanking Story

I came across it purely by chance at a local yard sale.
When my Husband saw me ask the seller for a price he looked at me strangely , "You do know that is supposed to come as a set of two with a ball attached to a string?" he informed me.

"Of course I do Honey!" I replied , digging into my purse for the $5 asking price .
"So why would you pay $5 for one racquet ? It's useless!" he asked irritably.
I smiled at him as I handed over the money , "For what I neeed it for I'll only need one my Dear and I'm going to be using it quite a lot!" I replied.

Admiring my new purchase , I slapped it hard against my palm producing a 'WHACK!"  loud enough to turn the heads of the other browsers , "You promised me this morning that you'd be patient while I shopped and not complain  , so  if you're  not hoing to do that , then  go wait in the car for me while I look around some more....and don't you dare honk the horn at me like you did last time?" I scolded loudly.

The older lady who sold me the paddle chuckled at our exchange  and passed me a $1 , "I'll let you have it for $4 Dear . It looks like you'll be putting it to good use!" she smiled, "....and by the way , we do have the whole Jokari set and the other paddle has been hanging in our bedroom closet for years!" she proudly revealed , "I thought perhaps this one  might be put to good use by another like-minded wife!"

"Oh don't worry about that , it's going to be used a lot....starting with today!" I confirmed , rolling the paddle over in my hand , "It certainly feel like it packs quite a punch!" I remarked.
"Oh believe me dear it packs one heck of a punch......doesn't it Honey?" She replied poking her preoccuped husband in the ribs.

He turned around and visibly flinched when he saw me holding the paddle , the mere sight of it obviously stirring unpleasant memories for him.
"This nice lady was just enquiring how stingy this paddle is , and as I don't have any experience receiving it myself,  I thought you could tell her!" she prompted , clearly enjoying his discomfort.

With her unsuspecting husband rendered momentarily speechless she proceeded to answer for him , "I like to have him bent over a chair so I can get a nice swing and follow through. Believe me , he needs that chair to hold onto once I connect with it. You should hear him howl ,  and I can tell you that he is not at all keen to sit for a day or two afterwards! "she added.

Her husband , a tall good looking man in his 60's smiled nervously at me and nodded , "Monica's right ! She sure knows how to swing that thing and yes it does hurts like the dickens!" he confessed , rubbing the seat of his jeans dramatically for effect.

Surprised at their openness I decided to probe further , "Really ? If you don't mind me asking , how many licks does she usually give you?" I asked boldly.
Closing his eyes as if to recall an actual experience , he took a moment to reply , "Well that would depend on what I did , or what sort of mood she's in ...but I'd say around 50 or 60.....It's hard for me to keep count when she's laying it on thick and fast!"he confessed.
"All I know is that he behaves like  a true gentleman and treats me like a Queen afterwards , for at least as long as his butt is still sore!" his wife quipped.

WIth my new purchase in hand I settled into the car beside my waiting , and rather pensive hubby.
"The next yard sale is only a few blocks away..." he said , starting the engine.
"I think that will do for today Sweetheart ,you are clearly not interested !" I scolded.
"Look Honey...I'm sorry about that but I ..." he began until I stopped him by pressing my finger against his lips.
"The only words I want to hear from you are 'Yes Ma'am ' and 'No Ma'am '.  I'll be dealing with that attitude of yours when we get home.....with 50 good hard swats with this on your bare butt!" I announced with a hint of  a smile.

He stared at the paddle , his hands momentarily frozen to the steering wheel , "You're not serious?" he asked uncertainly.
"Oh I am deadly serious Dear , and as I did not hear a 'Ma'am ' lets make that 60 swats shall we?" I replied , revelling in my role now.
His lips opened and closed again and after reconsideration he mouthed , "Yes Ma'am!"

Sure enough , a short while later my naughty husband was standing stark naked before me while I placed the big chair in the middle of our bedroom, awaiting his first taste of my Jokari paddle .

I scooped it up and paced before him , "Let me explain how this is going to work. Upon my command you will bend over that chair with your butt out. I don't want to hear any excuses or I will be adding extra swats. I suggest you hold on tight as this is going to hurt. Understood?" I barked.
With his head bowed he responded with another "Yes  Ma'am!"

I pointed at the chair , "Bend over the chair and present your bottom for punishment!"
Without protest , he scurried over to the chair and assumed the position.

I decided to start off slowly , delivering measured but solid swats to alternate cheeks and I could tell by his reaction that he was  feeling it .
He tried his best to remain silent , but little gasps and grunts were  escaping from his lips each time my paddle landed.
I noticed his hips and feet moving involuntarily and his grip
 on the chair tightening.

 I began to swing harder and boy did he start to holler .
He remained in position but was moving his butt quite a lot now to avoid the more powerful swats ,  so I paused to remind him to hold on tightly to the chair and keep his butt out as I was far from finished.
"Yes Ma'am! Sorry Ma'am! he grimaced in response.

I leaned back and really let fly with my next swat and he  sprang up grabbing  his cheeks with both hands, "GEEZUS JEN! Take it easy will ya !" he complained , immediately regretting his outburst .
" I  ordered you to stay in place or I would add extra swats didn't I?" I scolded.
"Well that just earned you an extra 10 swats !" I told him.
His jaw dropped but he knew better than to protest and dutifully bent over the chair again.

I was now warming to my task with determination and , admittedly , a generous amount of sheer pleasure!
My new paddle was indeed making quite an impression on my husband , whose stubborn male pride had him trying his best to keep his reactions in check , but I knew I was soon going to 'break him' .
As the Jokari scorched his backside he started screeching and wailing  so loudly  I'm quite sure the neighbours must have heard him.

I was only about half way through his 60 swat ordeal and his butt cheeks were really starting to show it , so I decided to target my attack on the virgin territory at the top of his thighs.
His howls intensified and  pleaded earnestly with me to stop .
He was now one sorry , contrite husband who was going to have trouble sitting for the next day or two !

To his credit , Hubby managed to endure the remainder of his paddling , including his earned additional swats , albeit with
lots of howling and squirming , but more importantly, with  contrite apologies and promises to behave himself.

Since then , the Jokari paddle became my 'go to' implement when he did something to merit serious correction .
He is absolutely terrified at the mere sight or even mention of it.
If he acts up , I remind him of it's power  and he immediately smartens up in the hope I will let him off the hook - but I rarely do!

When he has been particularly naughty  ,  I will leave the jokari displayed openly where he can see it for days , keeping him on pins and needles , knowing that a sound punishment is coming but not knowing  when I might announce and deliver it.

Only when I feel the time is right , I will bring out the chair , take the paddle off its hook and summon him into the room.
His expression is priceless when he sees me standing there beside the chair , the dreaded Jokari in my hand and my sleeves rolled up.
The moment he sees the jokari in my hand , he  will  apologize profusely and even beg for me to use another implement , and I must admit that I simply revel at his grovelling.

His face will redden and  little beads of sweat appear on his forehead a I tell him how hard I am going to paddle him, how much it will hurt and what his bottom will feel like afterwards.
 I thoroughly enjoy his terrified reaction and he still tries his best to talk me out of paddling him ,even though he knows it is fruitless.

These days he knows the routine well and without being told  , he bares his bottom and bends over the back of the chair.
I am quite fussy and make sure he is positioned to my liking and remind him to stay in place and holding on firmly to the chair.

He still  stubbornly  does his utmost to take his punishment ' like a man'  , not wishing to give me the satisfaction of a reaction  , even though he knows I will eventually 'break him'.
For the first 6 or 8 whacks he usually manages to remain in place , and mostly silent apart from a few hisses , puffs and grunts , but by the time I reach a dozen he is yelping loudly and struggling to stay in position.

I take my time , taking aim with a full swing and follow through for each swat.
Once I reach 20 , any sense of decorum he had has long since disappeared and he is a wailing , struggling , pleading and apologizing mess .
Ignoring his antics , I continue , measuring my swats, scolding him and reminding him to hold on to the chair and stay in place.

I don't bother to keep count but usually bring his punishment to an end after about 50 or 60 whacks , making sure the final 5 or 6 are applied with extra vigour.
By that time his entire bottom and upper thighs are a blazing red  with white areas forming on his sit spots which he will be feeling for days.

He must remain in place bent over the chair for a few moments while I admire my handiwork and continue to lecture him on why he has such a very sore backside .
As I do so , he is  sweating , breathing heavily , moaning and shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot.

I can tell by the shaking  , unsteady tone of his "Yes Ma'am!" that the effects of his paddling have sunk in.
When I allow him to stand , his face is as red as his bottom and he cannot hide his wincing and grimacing while he restores his pants.
I hang the Jokari back on the door handle , and there it will  remain for a day or two as a reminder to him of my power.

I always schedule a little 'sit down chat' with him afterwards to discuss his behaviour and punishment.
While I enjoy this immensely , for obvious reasons , he absolutely hates it. Sitting is not something he wants to after the bottom roasting I just gave him !
He tries to slip his hands under his legs to elevate his sore bottom from the harsh wooden chair , but I promptly order him to keep both hands on the table and lower his tender rear quarters onto the harsh wood.

As I sit nice and comfortably , my naughty man is wincing and  squirming uncontrollably on his seat.
Of course , I  love to tease him about it and for the next day or two he will do his best to avoid sitting!

I also love to tease him about the marks my paddle left on his backside and will sometimes  order him to drop his pants so I can to inspect his paddled cheeks and admire my handiwork.

The glowing red will eventually fade,  but the scorched skin on his sit spots of both cheeks leave marks and bruises which can sometimes remain for a week.

They may be hard to find these days , but I would recommend you ladies acquire this classic implement to your won't regret it but your husband surely will !

Friday, November 1, 2019

Discipline at the Stables - FM Spanking Story

Ladies Cynthia and Marigold rode their mounts toward the stables after their morning ride.
Head Groomsman Mr. McIntyre met them and helped the young ladies dismount.
"Where are Jasper and George ?" Cynthia asked .
The two ladies had quite the crush on the pair of young handsome Groomsmen who usually met them after their ride so were disappointed not to see them.

"Sorry about that Ladies but her Ladyship has summoned them to her private stables...she's none too pleased about something !" McIntyre told them.
"Are they in trouble ? Surely Mother isn't thinking of dismissing them?" Marigold asked earnestly.
The older man led the horses along the path , "It's no more than those two young rascals deserve if you ask me....but I think her Ladyship has some other consequences in mind!" he chortled.

His casual comment peaked the interest of the two young ladies .
"What sort of consequences Mr. McIntyre ?" they enquired in unison.
McIntyre chuckled , "Well let's just say that they won't want to be sitting in the saddle for the next few fact I doubt if they'll be able to sit on anything after her Ladyship is done with them!"

Cynthia and Marigold regarded each other in disbelief.
Their Mother had her own stable on the other side of the courtyard and they saw Jasper and George waiting nervously outside .
A few moments later , Lady Blackwell strode purposefully toward them , looking stern and imperious in her velvet riding jacket , skin tight jodhspurs and riding boots.
The young men bowed their heads when she approached and she ushered them inside.

"Do you think McIntyre is right Cynthia ? Is Mother really going to thrash them?" Marigold gushed.
Cynthia smiled impishly , "Well there is only one way to find out isn't there ?"
"Should we? Mother wouldn't like it..." the younger sister asked.
Cynthia beckoned her sister to follow her , "Don't be silly Marigold. She'll be far too busy to notice...and besides....I've always wanted to see her thrash a stable boy don't you?"

Circling behind the building so as not to be seen , the mischievous pair crept close and listened.
They could hear the familiar voice of their Mother sternly lecturing and berating the young men about various misdeeds.
Occasionally they could make out a muted male voice uttering a subdued response.

The scolding seemed to continue forever until it abruptly stopped , and then.....

"Sounds like they're getting the cane!" Marigold whispered excitedly.
"On their bottoms too! How delicious!" Cynthia tittered.
The young ladies giggled with every stroke until a full dozen had been delivered.
For a moment there was silence again before ......
The ladies stared at each other in puzzlement , "That must be that big  brush she uses to groom her mare....but she's not using the same side !" Cynthia tittered.

Just above them was a large window with a convenient bench below , "Hoist me up and then  I'll help you up after Marigold !" Cynthia said , stepping a foot on the bench.
After a bit of teetering the two found a stable surface and craned their necks up to the window.
Their jaws dropped at the sight!

Poor Jasper was as naked as a jaybird and draped unceremoniously over Lady Blackwell's sturdy lap.
His muscular backside was adorned with angry red stripes from the cane and her Ladyship's brush was rapidly adding various other colours and textures !

Jasper was wailing , kicking his feet and bucking around but Lady Blackwell had him in a well secured grip and was snapping  the back of the brush against  Jasper's buttocks fast and furious.
The girls could only look on in awe of their Mother's power.

A few feet away , looking on in terror was George , also stark naked and doing his best to cover his impressive manhood with his hands.
Marigold eyed him hungrily. She had never seen a naked man before,  so she lustily drank in the sight.
Her sister  eyed George in a similar manner.
"Look at the muscles on George Marigold and's enormous!" she giggled.
A terrified George gasped when he saw the two spectators and the two amused young ladies smiled back at him.

By this point Lady Blackwell had finished with Jasper.
Taking him by the ear , she hauled him to his feet and stood him beside George.
"Hands on your head and do not dare to move young man!" Lady Blackwell barked.
"Yes Ma'am!" Jasper whimpered.

"Move those hands at once!" she bellowed and George's oversized member was exposed in full view.
Lady Blackwell gave it an admiring glance before picking up the cane , "Bend over that desk young man!" she ordered.

As their Mother tended to George , the two young ladies drank in the luscious sight of the well muscled and endowed Jasper.
"Oh my goodness....look at it Cynthia!" Marigold gushed.
"I know sister....I's beautiful !" Cynthia cooed , almost in a trance.
Jasper's eyes widened when he saw the entranced young ladies at the window.
Instinctively ,  his huge shaft sprung to a stout erection.

Their heads swivelling back and  forth like spectators at a tennis match Cynthia and Marigold feasted their eyes on the two handsome young men .While Jasper winced and struggled to hide his manhood , George lay helpless over Lady Blackwell's lap while she walloped away at his battered behind with the nasty big brush.

Finally George was deposited to stand beside his partner in crime , two well-beaten , humiliated and contrite young gentlemen while her Ladyship paced in front of them scolding the pair unmercifully.

A smirk appeared on Lady Blackwell's face when she saw the twin erections pointing to the window like accusing fingers.
Her head suddenly swivelled around , "Did you enjoy the show girls?" she asked sternly.
Her two daughters stood frozen for a moment before hastily departing the scene .
Lady Blackwell returned her attention to George and Jasper , "I'll deal with those two later but for now it would be a shame to let these go to waste Gentlemen...." she purred , gazing at the twin , glistening shafts....

Her peeping daughters managed to scamper only a few yards when the formidable figure of Lord Blackwell himself blocked their escape!
"Father!" they exclaimed in surprised unison .
"And where are my two daughters off to in such a hurry? Not to meet with those two young Groomsmen again I hope....I warned you both about that !" Lord Blackwell told them.
Two female heads shook , "No Father....Jasper and George are in there with Mother.....we were just being curious!" Cynthia explained.
Their Father stroked his chin , "Not as curious as I am! Get back to the house and get ready for dinner girls while I give your Mother a nice surprise!" he told them.

Lady Blackwell was indeed surprised when her Husband threw open the door and found her seated in a chair  , her lips sliding slowly up and down Jasper's shaft.
Lady Blackwell's eyes bulged and she quickly withdrew upon seeing her husband.
"Henry! What a surprise! I was just....." she began explaining.
"I know exactly What you are up to Penelope!" Lord Blackwell seethed.
With a nod of his head he dismissed the two terrified young gentlemen who picked up their clothes and scampered away as fast as they could.

Lord Blackwell closed the door and turned to confront his wife.
"Please Henry....I can explain...I was just disciplining those two boys in your absence. Let's discuss it after I've welcomed you home properly...." she pouted seductively.

Henry picked up the big brush , smacked it against his palm and sat down.
"We will discuss it now Penelope!" he roared , patting his lap.
Lady Blackwell sighed and slowly wriggled out of her jodspurs.

Outside , McIntyre pretended to busy himself within earshot of the shinanigans , "It's rarely dull around here nowadays !" he snickered to himself.
The sounds of his Lordship heartily warming his wife's ample, jiggling  bottom echoed throughout the courtyard until the door opened.

A bedraggled  and red-faced Lady Blackwell endured and embarrassing march across the courtyard to the Manor house, wincing and giving her sore bottom a discrete , comforting rub.
Her skin tight jodspurs rubbed unforgivingly against her swollen , chaffed bottom as she walked stiffly along.
McIntyre tipped his hat to them as they passed and her Ladyship cast him a discerning glance , vainly trying to disguise her limping and wincing as she walked along.

While their Mother scampered upstairs to remove her attire and comfort her aching bottom , their two daughters sat innocently at the dinner table.
"I believe we have some business to attend to before dinner ladies?" he asked them sternly with arms folded.
"Please Father no...but we didn't do anything!" Cynthia pleaded.
Her sister took a different approach , "Cynthia made me do it Father!" Marigold pleaded frantically.
"Marigold!" Cynthia scolded.

Lord Blackwell looked over at the Butler Mr. Mason.
"Everything is laid out for you in the study as you asked Sir." he said.
"Thank you Mason...her Ladyship and the girls will be in need of pillows for dinner!" Lord Blackwell replied , and with a wave of his hand ushered his naughty daughters inside the study and closed the door.

Mr. Mason smirked and puffed up the big pillow before placing it on Lady Blackwell's chair .
"Thank you Mason." she said and carefully lowered herself onto the pillow with an exaggerated groan.
"...and have the maid bring me up an ice pack when I retire Mason." she asked.
"As always your Ladyship!" he nodded.
A moment later the sound of a cane swishing through the air , accompanied by girlish shrieks and yelps echoed from the study..
Carson smiled and puffed up two more pillows.

The following morning Jasper and George were up early readying the horses for Lady Blackwell and her daughters morning ride.
Mr. McIntyre approached with a knowing grin playing on his rugged face , "So how are you two rascals feeling this morning?" he asked.
George grimaced and rubbed the seat of his tight riding pants , "Still very sore Mr. McIntyre!"
"Yes....we'll be eating standing up and sleeping on our bellies for a while!" Jasper added.
"Well in that case , you'll be pleased to know you can put those mounts away lads...apparently the Ladies are not feeling up to a ride this morning!" he announced.

"That's odd! Are they unwell?" Jasper asked curiously.
The older man chuckled , "They're fine , other than the fact that their pampered backsides are  too sore to sit on a saddle....Lord Blackwell thrashed them all good last night!"
"Serves them right after peeking on us last night!" George nodded.
"Her Ladyship too?" Jasper asked curiously , and McInytre nodded.

Just then , Lord Blackwell arrived at the stables , "Good morning Gentlemen, it appears I'm the only one interested in a ride this morning!" he beamed.
Turning to George and Jasper he placed a Fatherly hand on their shoulders, "I'd like to apologize for Lady Blackwell disciplining you like that and I commend you for taking it like a man. I know  for a fact she is very adept at disciplining a male backside!" , then placing a hand on his own rear quarters added , "....the problem is she enjoys it too much sometimes! " his Lordship chortled before mounting his horse and galloping away.

George looked curiously at McIntyre , "How does his Lordship know how adept her Ladyship is with the cane and that brush? Don't tell me she???"
Mr. McIntyre just chortled , "He may be the Lord of the Manor but her Ladyship runs a strict household lads! Now let me figure out some work for you pair that doesn't involve sitting!"