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Sunday, October 20, 2013

Spanking Audience with the Queen ! - FM Spanking

Big John - MF Western Spanking Story

I like nothing better than a good Western...especially if it features a feisty filly having her bottom spanked. Here is one of my early attempts at a western spanking story based on those old movies.

Just a warning that the story does 'heat up' and there is a lot more than spanking !

                               A Western Spanking Story :    BIG JOHN

"This meeting is closed gentlemen!" Beth announced banging her gavel
on the table.

The men around the table mumbled under their breath but none of them
had the courage to stand up to Mayor McClelland.

Beth had just started her 3rd term as Mayor of the developing
western town of Dochart with another landslide victory so she had
the political experience and determination to follow through on her
election promises and was proud of it.

For the late 1800's in the still "wild west" it was a rarity to see
a women with so much control over the town.

Beth had come to the town 20 years ago to open and teach at the
local school.

Her education, planning and oratory skills from teaching served her
well in prospering in the community and developing her political

She now owned the local newspaper and had a number of other business
interests which provided her with more than enough income to suit
her lavish tastes.

By her own admission Beth had always loved the finer things in life.

She bought only the finest clothes, lived in a huge mansion
overlooking the town and had her own staff to serve her every whim.

The only aspect of Beth's life that was disappointing was her love

She had endured two brief marriages to men who really were not up to
the challenge Beth provided.

Deep down she longed to have a "real man" in her life.

She looked much younger that her 41 years with stunning looks, a
mane of long red hair and a tall willowy figure.

The years had added some curves to her already shapely figure, but
in all the right places.

As a result Beth had many suitors but none yet had provided the
spark to ignite the passion inside her.


"Excuse me Madam Mayor.
Could I have a word?" the deep male voice called out.

Beth peered over her eyeglasses and looked up from the papers she
was studying at her huge desk in the Mayor's office.

In front of her stood a man she had never seen before who was
swatting the dust from his clothes with his hat.

The dust flew everywhere and irritated Beth.
"Do you have to do that?....a
nd how did you get in here Sir without an appointment?" she barked.

It was only then that she had a good look at the male figure before
her and inwardly felt a sexual charge .

The man was tall with broad shoulders and chiseled good looks.
His hair was dark and tousled with shades of gray on the side and
his complexion well tanned from spending much time outside.

"Sorry Ma'am.
Just came from my ranch and picked up quite a bit of dust from the
road on my ride here.
Your secretary was busy so I figured it was ok to come in – I am a taxpayer after all " he explained.

"My name is John Dillon," he added pushing out a hand to Beth.

Beth's brow wrinkled and she looked at the dirty hand making it clear she was not going to reciprocate.

"So you're a taxpayer are you? 
Then you must be the man who bought the old Corbett place," Beth concluded rudely.

"That's correct Ma'am.
And if you recall it was because of the high taxes you keep imposing on us Ranchers that those old folks had to sell the place.
Now at yesterday's council meeting you ploughed through another tax increase that will make it even tougher for us" Dillon said firmly withdrawing his hand.

Beth bristled.

"How dare you burst into my office like this unannounced, spewing grime all over the place and addressing me in that manner!" she lectured.

John held his ground and put his hands on his hips.

"Excuse me Madam Mayor but this is a democracy not a dictatorship.
I was at the meeting last night and watched you railroad that tax increase through Council without even considering the concerns of the people involved.
You won't be paying the tax on your fancy house up on the hill but us hard-working ranchers will!" he replied feistily , turning on his heels and storming out of the office.

Beth's face was flushed with anger but her whole body surged with excitement from her tangle with this handsome Cowboy , something she had not experienced in a long time.

"I'm sorry Miss McClelland I should have stopped him but he was just so…. nice and charming …." Said Beth's young secretary Mary , peeking nervously into the Mayor's huge office.

Beth glared at her angrily.
"Don't let it happen again Mary" she scolded.
"Bring me the file on John Dillon please Mary" she added.

Beth always had her Sheriff do a background check on all new residents to the town . 
She wanted to find out more about this John Dillon.


John looked took a break from his woodcutting to study the cloud of dust in the distance that was getting closer to his ranch.

Stripped to the waist, and sweat beading from his rippling muscled torso he wondered who would be paying him a visit on a Saturday morning.

"Probably old Willie from town returning those tools I loaned him "he thought to himself picking up the axe to continue chopping.

When the buggy came closer he was surprised to see it was driven by
none other than Mayor McClelland.

She cut quite the sight with he red hair pinned up, a checkered
shirt, well-cut jeans and cowboy boots , her red hair tied up in a
pony tail.

Beth pulled hard on the reins bringing the horses to a noisy halt at the front of the ranch house.

John grabbed his shirt and went over to greet his visitor.

Beth lustily eyed this fine figure of a man,stripped to the waist .

John quickly pulled on his shirt and held out a hand to help the lady from the buggy.

This time Beth accepted his hand and stepped down.

Beth was tall but John still stood head and shoulders above her and he looked so confident and powerful as she stared up at him.

"I was thinking about what you said in my office this week Mr.
Dillon and thought it best we talk about it in a less ....formal setting" she said.

John looked at her with a broad, friendly smile and excused his rough appearance.
"You can call me John," he said beckoning her inside the house.

Beth smiled back " I believe you're usually referred to as `Big John'..... " she said impishly , using   the information she had read in John's file.
".....I assume its because you're so tall?"

John looked surprised and blushed " Uh…er…no its not …..but that's a good guess" he replied.

"Then why..... ?……" Beth started , but John cut her off.

"I'm sure you didn't come all the way out here to talk about my nickname Madam Mayor…," he said.

Beth was taken aback by John's forward manner.

"Well…no.....and you can call me Beth " she said.


The ranch house was spacious with a clear masculine theme.

No flowers or fancy furniture as in Beth's mansion, just plain
practical furnishings most of which John made himself.

Beth sat at the wooden table while John tucked in his shirt and made
some coffee.

Beth explained her reasons for the high taxes in town and an animated and loud debate commenced.
John was no dumb cowboy.
He was intelligent, well informed and spoke eloquently.

For the first time in her life Beth was having a real discussion with a man
who was up to the task and she thoroughly enjoying it.
Although the debate was heated at times it remained civil.

Time passed quickly until Beth noticed the clock on the wall.

"Oh my…..its going to be dark soon….I'd best be going...." Beth squealed.

"Wouldn't be good to have a woman ride back alone after dark....why don't you stay for supper and I'll drive you home afterwards Beth?" John offered.

Beth was hoping John would make such an offer and gladly accepted.

"If you don't mind I'll step outside for a wash Beth.
I'm pretty sweaty and dusty from all the chores and wood chopping.….. uh…er…. my shower is outside by the water pump so would you mind not looking out the window?' Wouldn't want you to see anything that would offend your modesty" John asked blushing attractively.

Beth smiled with satisfaction and pictured John's firm, naked body showering outside.

"Of course not......I promise not to peek .", " she replied , mischievously putting a hand on her heart.

As John showered , Beth nosily surveyed the house , tutting when she noticed the dust on the furniture and various items scattered untidily around.
"This place could really use a darn good cleaning," she said to herself.

Her gaze went to the window when she thought again about John showering.
Her heart fluttered like a schoolgirl and a surge of sensuality filled her veins for the first time in years.
Her curiousity was out of control.
"One quick peek wouldn't hurt…" she convinced herself.

Stealthily she made her way to the window , carefully easing back the curtain to sneak a peek at John.

She was not disappointed at the sight of this gorgeous male body standing nude only yards from her.
Water poured from the makeshift shower over his face , down his broad shoulders, taut stomach and firm , muscular buttocks.
His upper body was tanned and there was a clear line at his waist below which his skin was a milky white shade covered in dark hair.

Her mouth went dry and she wished she were one of those droplets of water exploring John's body.

Then it happened.

John turned around unexpectedly to turn off the shower giving Beth a full frontal view !

She quickly discovered why he was nicknamed "Big John"!

Beth let out an involuntarily squeal at the sight of John's huge thick penis and her coffee mug dropped from her hand and crashed on the floor.

Hearing the noise John looked over just in time to see Beth's head pulling away
from the window.

He quickly grabbed a towel to cover himself while i
nside , Beth frantically cleaned up the broken coffee mug praying that John had not seen her.

Beth had just finished dumping the remnants of the cup when the door
swung open and a fully clothed John strode in.

Guilt was written all over Beth's face when she spun around to face John and she backed into the wall behind her blocking any escape.

The look on John's face defied description and he marched determinedly over to Beth , stopping in front of her with arms folded and a foot tapping.
"You promised me you wouldn't look!" he said with an icy glare in his eyes.

The strong confident Beth was gone now and she felt like a frightened schoolgirl caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
She opened her mouth to speak but could only mumble a pathetic "Ssorry John"

John rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

"Wha…whaaat are you going to do?" Beth stuttered.

"Something I should have done when you were rude to me at your office this week! John announced.

Beth's eyes darted wildly around the house looking for a way out.

"You've been running the roost in this town for way too long Miss McClelland.

Its time you got the comeuppance you need .......and what you need is a good spanking!" John announced grabbing Beth's wrist and dragging her behind him like a rag doll , striding purposefully over to the leather sofa.

John sat down ,easily flipping Beth face down over his lap.

Beth kicked and pounded her fists as fiercely as she could but to no effect.

John adjusted Beth's position on his lap to raise the seat of her jeans higher and her face almost kissed the floor.

Her long red pony tail whipped back and forth when she struggled vainly.

John swung a strong leg over Beth's calves to stop her from kicking and 
Beth felt the material on the seat of her jeans tighten when she bent over even more.

Her bottom raised high in the air , she had never felt so vulnerable.

Then she heard a loud crack and at the same time felt a sharp sting in her right buttock when John's hard palm landed.

She bucked and squealed just in time for another crack and felt a sting in her other cheek.

Determinedly John continued to raise his palm high and bring it down
hard on the seat of Beth's tight jeans.

Soon Beth's cries of outrage changed to pleas for mercy with the toll of the spanks mounting on her stinging rear.

John picked up the pace now, not spanking as hard but more briskly.

Beth squealed and struggled - her bottom felt like it was on fire.

Finally John delivered a trio of really hard swats to finish and hoisted Beth to her feet , holding her by the arms in front of him.

Beth's immediate concern was to sooth the burning in her bottom and she rubbed the area furiously with both palms , her face grimacing.

John's steely blue eyes stared at Beth until she looked up at him and stared back.

She wanted to slap him.
But for some reason she wanted him to kiss her and her lips opened and move closer to his.

John pulled Beth close and their lips locked in a passionate embrace.
Beth didn't want it to stop but had to come up for air.

They looked at each other in silence both panting and out of breath.
"You needed that." John whispered.

"I know....thanks John!" Beth cooed back burying her head in John's broad chest
"Don't be so time you won't have the protection of those jeans, " John
warned her.

"You wouldn't dare John Dillon!" she responded.

Beth's heart pounded at the comment .

She knew this was a man who meant what he said.


The next morning at church Beth and John sat at opposite sides but
could not help glancing at each other throughout the service.

Afterwards the Parishioners mingled and chatted outside and Beth was the centre of attention , looking stunning in her long blue dress and matching bonnet.

John stood at the edge of the crowd looking at Beth and they exchanged glances lustily.

Beth's bottom still stung a little from the spanking and she instinctively put a hand on the back of her dress to touch the tender area and send a signal to John.

He chuckled.

She still could still not get the sight of John's naked body out of her mind.

Just looking at John made her heart race.

She managed to extract herself from the crowd and amble over to him.

"Hello `Big' John!" she mouthed cheekily.
John was not amused.

"I should have given you that spanking with your pants down!" John growled.

Beth smiled at John " I dare you !" she challenged ,returning to her entourage.

"Pour me a bath Millie…. And lunch better be ready…. I'm hungry " Beth ordered striding into her mansion tossing her bonnet and shawl on the floor.

Millie the maid scrambled behind her picking up the items."Missy…. there's a…."

Beth silenced her maid abruptly with a wagging finger and went up stairs to prepare for her bath.

Unknown to her John had been waiting in the parlor.

"Sorry Mr. Dillon.She don't listen to me sometimes.You can see her after her bath" Millie explained.
John's face lit up.

"Bath you say Millie? 
Which room is Miss McClelland’s?" he asked.

Millie blurted out the directions and watched with mouth agape when John marched past
her to the stairs.

Beth sat at her dressing table wearing a white lace bodice cut low at front and back and matching knee high pantaloons.

Her long red hair hung over her shoulders and she brushed it carefully as she looked aimlessly in the mirror.

A look of shock covered her face when she saw John's reflection appear in the mirror.

She spun around in her seat.

"How did you get in here?" she asked.

John did not answer , closing the bedroom door and taking off his jacket.

Beth's mouth opened wide when she saw the familiar sight of John rolling up his sleeves.

"That spanking I gave you last night was just a little warm up Beth.....i
t looks like you
are more conveniently dressed this time...and I may even use that hairbrush!" John said  walking closer to Beth.

"Now…now John…..what I said today… was just a joke…. a little tease.." she babbled looking up at John.

"It was very rude, inappropriate and outside church! Really Beth!"
John replied taking Beth's wrist and hauling her to her feet.

Putting one foot on the stool Beth had been sitting on John spun her around , bending her over his thick outstretched thigh.

Beth dangled over the perch, her legs off the ground and kicking while John held her in place with a hand in the small of her back.

He picked up the hairbrush and eyed his target.

The material of Beth's fancy lace bloomers was thin and almost transparent as it stretched tight against her two shapely globes.

Beth let out a most unladylike "YAAAAWW!" as the back of the brush whacked against her delicate sit spot.

John delivered two more whacks to the same spot and Beth howled loudly.

John paused for a moment.

"By the time I'm done with you this time Beth McClelland your bottom will be so sore you won't be able to sit down for a week!" he told her.

"AWWW No" Beth whined.


"Yeow!" "OOOW!"  

Beth squealed as the hairbrush tattooed her scantily clad rear.

Millie and the rest of Beth's staff were huddled at the bottom of the stairs listening to every sound of their Mistress getting a well earned paddling.

"Boy is he giving it to her but good!" the cook said excitedly.

"Give her one for me Mr. Dillon!" Millie cried out applauding loudly.


By the time her sound dose of the hairbrush concluded Beth was in a sorry state.
Tears were streaming down her face and she was bawling like a baby.

She was still howling and crying when John hauled her to her feet.
Beth tried to put her hands to sooth the burning in her rear but John slapped them away and led her by the wrists to a corner of the room.

Holding her arms over her head , he guided her into the corner placing her hands on top of her head.

"Keep your hands there and stay there until I tell you to move" he ordered.

"Aw John…my bottom is on fire…..please can't I rub ?…" Beth pleaded.
John's response was to place his fingers in the waistband of her pantaloons and ease them over her shapely hips to rest at her knees revealing a very red , warm and glowing posterior.

"PLEASE NO JOHN!" Beth squealed indignantly but did not dare to move.

John sat by the dresser proudly watching the strong, powerful woman he had just tamed sniffling in the corner , her spanked bare bottom on display.

Obediently Beth remained in place ,her two red globes lighting up the corner until she felt John's caring hands on her shoulders.
He turned her around and she melted into his arms.

Beth looked up at John and he brushed his fingers across her face.
They were silent and kissed and held each other tightly.

She undid the buttons on her bodice and John's eyes opened wide when her firm breasts spilled out.

Beth winced when John cupped her breast with one hand and used the other to grasp
her burning ass cheeks.

"It time you were formally introduced to Big John " he said grinding himself against her.

Beth gasped with excitement , frantically undoing the belt on John's pants and yanking them to the floor.

John helped her , fumbling with his long-johns as she searched for the hidden treasure inside.

"OHMIGOSH!" she exclaimed upon unveiling John's oversized erection.
"Big John is going to be a busy boy tonight !" she exclaimed excitedly,
called the Council meeting to order , squirming on her seat .
Her bottom was very tender from the spanking she received the previous day although the extra petticoats she wore under her dress did provide a makeshift cushion to make sitting more bearable.
The meeting would be a short one anyway as she doubted any of the Council members would object to her proposal to reduce taxes.

"This tax reduction is long overdue as we have been spending on the backs of hard working ranchers for too long!" Beth declared.
The Councilors could hardly believe what they were hearing and applauded loudly when Beth banged her gavel on the table to end the meeting.

Beth shifted and shuffled her bottom on the hard wooden seat of her buggy during the short ride home to her mansion.

"Darn that hairbrush !" she seethed to herself.
She immediately wet to her bedroom to undress and with a loud sigh of relief she wiggled her hips to step out of her pantaloons.

"Aaaaaah" she sighed feeling the cool night breeze from the open window brush against her hot bare bottom.

Wearing only her camisole she stood in front of the full-length mirror to inspect the damage to her rear end.
"OOOOOOOO......" she moaned carefully placing a palm on one of her sore cheeks.

Her skin was hot to the touch.

John had certainly done a thorough job on her bottom with thehairbrush.

Beth's bottom was still  red with visible oval blotches on her "sit spot" where the back of the brush had landed repeatedly.

She still felt a thrill run through her veins when she recalled the memorable lovemaking session she had with `Big John' after her spanking and she longed for more.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Excuse me Missy but Mr. Dillon is hear to see you" Millie called out.

Beth's heart raced like a schoolgirl and she pulled on a dressing gown to go downstairs to meet John in the parlor, trying desperately not to look too excited.

"I heard about the tax reduction and was going to invite you out to dinner but I guess it's too late?" John said as he saw Beth in her gown.

"John Dillon you know very well I can't sit down so dinner is out of the question " Beth replied with a hint of a smile pushing herself against John's strong chest.

Unable to control the fire inside her she pressed her lips against John's and kissed him.

John grunted when Beth placed a hand on his crotch in search of `Big John'.

Letting her robe slip over her shoulders and onto the floor she helped John undo his pants.

When `Big John' was released Beth dropped to her knees and she hungrily caressed him with her lips and hands.

Joan clenched his fists and moaned as Beth went to work on `Big John'.

"AAAAAWWWGHH" Beth let out a guttural holler spreading her legs wide to allow `Big John' to slide inside her.

The missionary position was not favored by Beth due to her sore bottom so she had opted to receive her guest from behind while bending over the sofa .

Her two ruby red globes were thrust out in anticipation as John stood behind her controlling Big John like a puppet-master , thrusting him in and out.

Beth's uncontrollably loud howls of passion drew the attention of Millie and the rest of the staff who again listened with ears pressed against the locked parlor door.

"Mister Dillon is giving it to her good again – but this time it sure ain't a spankin'" Millie giggled.


John's courtship of Beth continued for a few months until she accepted his wedding proposal.

Along the way the most powerful woman in the county still ruled the council room but had regular trips across her Fiancé's lap to keep her in line.

Beth's skirts and petticoats would be hoisted and he seat of her fancy pantaloons was tanned with John's hard hand or o
n occasion the dreaded hairbrush .

As a result , Beth presided at many a Council or Board meeting while sitting on a
sore, red bottom.

She readily accepted John's marriage proposal , content to finally have a man
in her life she could truly respect and love.

They agreed to sell her mansion and live at John's ranch.

John did give Beth a warning of one thing that would change after they were married.

"Once we are husband and wife you will be spanked on your bare bottom my dear " he declared.

Beth's mouth went dry.

She could hardly wait.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Spanking Facial Expressions

Before , during and after a spanking , the spankee goes through a myriad of emotions appearing as facial expressions.
Here are just a few of them along with a few tips on how to cause them :

Monday, October 14, 2013

Penalty for a Mature Student - MF Spanking Story

 What better fantasy than to be a Teacher having to deal with a naughty "Mature Student". Of course those saucy little school uniforms just add to the fantasy. Anyway here's a story of one lucky fellow whose dream comes true..

Penalty for a mature student

She stands nervously before his wooden desk trying not to chew on her lip.
He looks at her almost sorrowfully across the polished wooden expanse.
In his hand he holds her most recent term paper.
As a mature student, she applied herself more enthusiastically and energetically to his course than the majority of his students.
She often had a different outlook expressed in her papers which he found quite refreshing.
This latest paper was the exception.
Some of the passages sounded too familiar to him and when he checked them he found that they had been lifted wholesale from others' works. 

He pushes the offending paper towards her. "I can't tell you how disappointed I am.You've showed such promise in your work until now. Why on earth would you stoop to plagiarism? I know that you are capable of superb writing."

Tears sting behind her eyes as she struggle to answer him. "I ran out of time. My grandmother has been very ill and I have been caring for her. I was up to the final deadline and I was desperate to get something together to hand in."

"I'm sorry to hear that. You could have come to me, explained the situation and asked for an extension. I have no choice now but to apply the required academic sanction: Expulsion." he shakes his head. "Such a shame."

Now the tears leak despite her efforts to stop them. "Please! It was a one-time grievous error in judgment. It will never happen again, I promise! I've worked so hard to be able to finally attend university. This is my only opportunity. Please, give me a second chance!"

He sighs. "I really can't; my hands are tied. In another time and culture we might have been able to consider an alternate penalty but University regulations no longer allow for that."

She leaps on his words. "Alternate penalty? Won't you consider that instead? it doesn't have to go through official channels, we could keep it only between the two of us. I would be so grateful. You would never regret giving me another chance, I swear!"

He leans back in his chair and regards her gravely. "Maybe..."
"You do have a lot of potential and as a mature student you will have difficulty being accepted elsewhere....perhaps expulsion is a little harsh..." he says.
Her face lights up and and she pouts her full lips seductively.
"Please Sir...anything ...and I mean anything...." she purrs.

He rises angrily to his feet .
"That sort of thing will get you nowhere young lady ....that was not what I had in mind as an alternate penalty!
You really do need a stern lesson though.
Do you really think I would accept that baloney about your sick Grandmother?
Surely a mature woman of your age could come up with a better excuse that that.....well if you choose to behave like a schoolgirl perhaps I should treat you like one?" he lectures.

She tries to babble a response "But Sir...I'm sorry're right I've behaved horribly and have no excuse. To be honest I went out partying with some girlfriends last week and kind of ....well...overdid it was stupid of me,"

"Ahh the truth we're getting somewhere.
Perhaps I should turn the clock back and use an alternative penalty...but I assure you it will be severe?" he asks.

She is relieved, thinking she has won again thanks to her seductive charms.
"Yes Sir I will accept whatever the penalty is !"

He smiles back sarcastically and starts packing his briefcase.
"You will re-write the essay .... properly this time mind you.... and report to my office at 6pm sharp tomorrow evening." he orders curtly.

"Oh thank you Sir.." she gushes.
He picks up his case and steers her to the door.
"Oh , one more thing. As you behaved like a schoolgirl I want you to be dressed as one when you arrive." he adds.
Her jaw drops "WHAAT?"

"You heard me....its part of the penalty.." he says.
Her face blushes red "...and the rest of my penalty Sir?" she asks.
He leans closer "I am going to put you over my knee and give you a sound spanking....on your bare bottom ! Believe me young lady , your bottom will be sore for the next few days by the time I'm done!" he declares opening the door.

"But...but Sir.." she stammers.
"Thats the penalty take it or leave it. If I don't see you at the appointed time I'll draft up the expulsion papers...goodnight!
He sits at his desk and looks up at the clock.
“6.08 ..."I knew she wouldn't show."
Just then there is a timid knock on the door and she meekly enters his office.
Her long red hair is tied up in pigtails and she is wearing a long trench coat.
"I'm here for my penalty Sir....
Here's my paper...I think you'll find it very good,.." she smiles weakly placing the paper in front of him.

He peers at it and looks up at her sternly through the glasses perched on his nose.
"I will be the judge of that remove that silly coat." he says.
"Yes Sir " her eyes dart around the room as if there were an audience.
Almost reluctantly she removes the coat.
He smiles.
"Well look exactly like the naughty schoolgirl you behaved like."
She is wearing a tight fitting white blouse with most of the top buttons undone and her ample cleavage bursting to escape from its constraints.
A short plaid skirt and white knee high stockings complete the look.
She stands looking down at the floor , her hands clasped in front of her.
"I have been a very naughty girl Sir" she cooes.

"....and what happens to naughty girls?" he asks.
"They get a spanking Sir....on their bare bottom!" she replies looking up at him anxiously.

Slowly he places a chair in the middle of the room and sits down on it , patting his lap.
"Well? Don't dawdle girl...get over my knee!"
"Yes sir" she replies and walk over to him .
Slowly she leans forward and with a tug of her wrist he eases herinto position.

Her mature , shapely bottom presents an attractive target.
She gasps when he raises her skirt to reveal a skimpy pair of white bikini panties which frame the lily white cheeks of her bottom.
Carefully placing his fingers in the waistband , he slowly eases them over the curves of her hips , seductively brushing her bottom cheeks and band then around her thighs.

His hand caresses her entire bottom and she tenses in anticipation.
He raises his hand and his palm connects crisply with her left cheek
It jiggles and the skin turns pink.
She groans and her bottom tenses again.
The 2nd spank lands ....harder this time on the right cheek.
He delivers a series of 10 rapid spanks alternating from cheek to cheek.
This time she yelps and her bottom wiggles to avoid the spanks.

He continues , methodically spanking one cheek and then the other , then delivering a series of six or more spanks to that tender sit spot.
She is bawling now , apologizing and asking for mercy.
She deliberately opens her legs to tease him with a glimpse of the jewels within but her reward is a long series of hard spanks that have her bucking on his lap.

The spanking continues until the fight is gone from her and she lies there sobbing .
He stops .
her bottom is a fiery red and he can feel the heat rise from it.
His palm returns to her reddened globes , this time soothing and caressing them with a gentle touch.
She moans and grinds into his lap with her crotch.
"OOOOH SIRRRR!" she sighs.
He eases her up onto his lap, she winces  and then melts into his arms , and their lips lock in a long 


Sunday, October 13, 2013


You Ladies may wish to have these framed and post in the bedroom !
They tend to resolve most arguments....

Saturday, October 12, 2013

Spanked Fiancee - FM Spanking Comic

Holly's Desire - MF Illustrated Spanking Story

Here's a story about a girlfriend who really wants to be spanked but can't get her boyfriend to do the deed (what an idiot !)
 Luckily she meets a few ladies who know exactly how to go about getting a spanking !

PS I should add that Holly is a Schoolteacher . Admittedly I do have a preference to seeing a  naughty teacher spanked....don't you?


Steve and Holly had been dating for around six months now and both were giving thoughts to the next step in the relationship.

In most aspects they were a well matched couple , including between the sheets , but both of them secretly felt there was still something missing .

Holly harbored a secret desire but was reluctant to share it with Steve for fear of him thinking she was ‘weird’ and jeopardizing the relationship.
At the same time she hesitated continuing with a relationship which left her unfulfilled.
Instead she had tried at every opportunity to give Steve as many hints and clues to allow him to unearth this desire but he had so far failed to pick up on any of her signals.
If this desire was not satisfied she wondered if the relationship had a future. 

While Holly had clear ideas of the missing link in the relationship , Steve was unsure.
Holly was great fun , attractive , intelligent , adventurous and their lovemaking sessions were great but he sensed a spark was needed.
He often felt that he was unable to completely satisfy Holly which hurt his male ego left him feeling unfulfilled as a partner and questioning the relationship.
Steve was also puzzled why she often acted like a brat and behaved badly for no reason.
He really did not know how to handle Holly when she behaved like that and was frustrated.
Desperate for reassurance and help , Steve called Holly’s best friend Paula for advice.
Steve and Paula worked in the same office and had known each other for years.
They even dated for a short period and it was Paula who introduced him to Holly after they broke up.
Steve often talked to Paula about various things and was very comfortable discussing personal matters and relationships with her.
He knew she would be honest and direct with him , and she also knew Holly very well.

Steve invited Paula to lunch and she immediately noticed he was not himself.
“What’s up Steve ? 
You look nervous and edgy…is everything going ok with you and Holly ?” she asked.
Steve welcomed the question so early in the conversation  but he still hesitated , poking his food with his fork.
“Well its going pretty well but….” He began.
Paula raised an eyebrow and prompted Steve to continue.
“But what ?”
Steve obliged and felt relieved at the opportunity to spill out his feelings to Paula’s sympathetic ear.
When he had finished Paula sported a mischievious grin.
Steve blushed thinking his rant was silly and had amused Paula.
“I think I can help you with this Steve …I know Holly “ she assured him.

Collecting her thoughts she began “ I’ll bet pretty often Holly is  rude and sassy with you , keeps you late and is a real brat at times? she asked. 
Steve was surprised that Paula’s statement was  so accurate.
“Why yes…and its so out of character for Holly.
Only last night she kept me waiting in the pouring rain for 20 minutes.
Not only did she not apologise but when I complained she told me to shut up !”an exasperated Steve said.

Paula smiled knowingly before scowling at Steve.
“Just like I used to treat you when we were dating ….and what did you do about it Steve ?”
Puzzled and ashamed , Steve shook his head .
“…yes …a lot like you did . I ignored it of course.” 
Paula bristled at Steve’s lame response.
“You are such a wimp Steve !” she scolded.
Steve shrugged his shoulders.
“You can’t let women get away with treating you like that Steve!” Paula lectured , her voice raising in frustration.

“What was I supposed to do ?” Steve mumbled.
Paula sighed and moved closer to Steve .
“After we broke up and I started dating Gerry and  I did the same thing with him but do you know what he did Steve?”
Steve shook his head dumbly.
“He put me over his knee and spanked me - HARD – that’s what Steve! If you’d had the guts to do that maybe we wouldn’t have broken up !”Paula blurted out.
Steve looked stunned but strangely interested at the revelation.
His first instinct was to discard it as a joke but Paula appeared deadly serious.
“Come on Paula…..spanking is for kids….You and Holly’ are 31 years old….” He reasoned.
Paula rolled her eyes in disbelief.
“You are so clueless sometimes Steve.
Spanking is an important part of lots of relationships  and Holly is crying out for one.
She wants you to take charge and put her over her knee and paddle that cute little tushie of hers until its red hot!
…. And trust me Steve – the sex afterwards will be unbelievable ” Paula replied.

Steve felt a charge of excitement pulse through his veins as he pictured Holly’s perfect , firm ass over his lap.
He smiled at Paula for the first time in the conversation.
“Sounds like your speaking from experience Paula “ he teased.
Paula was not in the least bit embarrassed.
“You’re spot on Steve – Gerry spanks my bottom when I need it and our marriage is stronger for it.” She responded calmly.
Paula’s openness impressed Steve and she spoke as if his reluctance to spank made him the ‘weird one’.
Having her bottom spanked seemed so natural to her.

Paula took out a pen and scribbled something on a napkin and handed it to Steve.
“Here , check out these websites.
They’ll give you some insight and hints on how to spank Holly properly.
Give it a try Steve . Holly is crying out for a spanking.” She told him.

All that talk about spanking left both Paula and Steve feeling quite hot and aroused when they returned to work.
Paula paused for a moment as she sat at her desk glancing at the phone.
How she wished Gerry were here to satisfy the desires welling up inside her.

Looking impish she picked up the phone and called her husband.
“Hi Darling , do you miss me ?” she cooed lustily when he answered.
Gerry was not amused as he was in an important meeting with customers.
Excusing himself he stepped outside.
“Paula I told you how important this meeting was.
If you don’t have a darn good reason for calling me you are in for it tonight young lady !” he said.

Gerry’s reaction was music to Paula’s ears.
“You mean a wife can’t call her husband to tell him how horny she is ?” she purred naughtily.
“I love you Paula but I really need to get back in this meeting.
But tonight you are in for a ‘red bottom special’ my dear – and when I say special -I mean special !” Gerry said before closing the phone.
Paula could only gasp and moan at his reply .

Meanwhile , a few offices down the hall Steve was still reflecting on his lunchtime conversation with Paula .
He was angry with himself for the missed opportunities to spank Paula’s glorious ass when they were dating and visions of spanking Holly’s delectable twin globes shot through his mind.

He thought about the way Holly had treated him the previous evening and he was angry with himself for not taking action.
Paula was right .
 If he wanted his relationship with Holly to blossom he had to start taking charge – and that meant giving Holly the spanking she needed and craved.

He felt confident and empowered for the first time and dialed Holly at work.
Holly was a Teacher at an elementary school and he knew she would be teaching class at this time but Steve decided that calling her out of class would emphasize his point.

The school Secretary popped her head into Holly’s grade 2 class.
“Miss Perkins , there’s a call for you.
You can take it in the office.”
Holly sighed and accepted the Secretary’s offer to watch her class until she returned.
Mrs. Murphy , the Vice Principal nodded at Holly and pointed to the phone at her desk.
“You can take it here Miss Perkins” she said warmly.
Holly’s face flushed when she heard Steve’s voice.
“Steve I’m in the middle of class – this better be important!” she said firmly but Steve was in no mood to be bullied .
In a firm tone he proceeded to lecture his dumbfounded girlfriend on her behavior , not just the previous evening but throughout their relationship.
He enjoyed taking charge and secretly so did Holly .
Her body tingled with excitement.
She gulped and listened in silence as Steve burnt her pretty ears.

“I’m…I’m so sorry Steve….you’re right …. I’ve behaved horribly…” she whispered trying to hide the conversation from the Vice-Principal who was still lurking nearby.
“Well that’s a start Holly but I’m not finished with you yet young lady.
Before we go to dinner tonight you’re going to get something you’ve needed for a long time – a good old fashioned bare bottom spanking !
Perhaps sitting on a hot , smarting bottom for a couple of hours will teach you some manners.” Steve declared.
He could hardly believe what he had said and waited anxiously for Holly’s reaction.
Holly’s heart pounded and she felt a warmth in her loins at the very anticipation of the spanking she craved.
“Yes Steve – I guess I do deserve a s..sp…spanking “ she replied lowering her voice in the hope the VP would not hear.

Despite her efforts Mrs. Murphy heard every word and grinned ,glancing over at Holly .
Mrs. Murphy was an attractive lady in her fifties with horn-rimmed glasses and grey hair tied up neatly in a bun.
She cast Holly a Motherly look as she hung up the phone.
“If that boyfriend of yours cares enough to give you a good spanking then I suggest you marry him Dear .” she said softly.
Holly was surprised at the comment and blushed as Mrs. Murphy put an arm around her.
“If it makes you feel any better dear my husband and I have been married for almost 25 years and he still gives me a  good spanking when I need it – which is more often than you might imagine...” she mused.
Holly was surprised and comforted by the older woman’s candor.

Holly had trouble teaching the remainder of her class as her mind constantly wandered to the fiery bottom warming she would be receiving later that evening.
How hard would he spank ? 
How long? What would it feel like to have her bottom bared ?

Steve rolled down his car window as he spotted Paula getting into her car in the parking lot.
“You’re leaving early Steve….got a date with Holly ?” she teased.
Steve nodded and grinned proudly.
“We’re going out to dinner tonight but Holly’s going to have a little trouble sitting .” he told her.
Paula feigned a pout and put a palm to the seat of her skirt.
“She won’t be the only one !
Gerry’s going to really blister my bottom for disturbing his meeting .” she chuckled , rubbing her bottom vigorously.
Steve was impressed at her matter of fact attitude and how naturally she spoke about her impending spanking.
It was clear she was looking forward to being spanked as much as he was looking forward to spanking Holly.

Gerry and Paula had been spanking for years now so the routine was well established.
When Paula arrived home they kissed and Gerry continued to prepare dinner while Paula showered.
After her shower Gerry would sit on the bed and wait for Paula to emerge.
The hairbrush sitting beside him signaled to her what was to come.
She stood beside his lap and he undid the towel covering her still moist body and let it fall to the floor.
Paula laid herself over his lap and let Gerry adjust her position.
As he teasingly rubbed the brush over her bottom cheeks he lectured her on the reason for her spanking.
Her cheeks clenched in anticipation as Gerry concluded the lecture and raised the brush.

A few hours later , Holly was squirming and shifting uncomfortably on her chair as the waiter greeted them with the dinner specials.
Under her little black dress the hot skin of her buttocks felt like it was roasting and smoldering inside her silk panties.
The heat was intense and it really stung.
No position was comfortable for sitting.

Her first spanking from Steve had been a sound one and she would be feeling the effects for a while.
Steve had made no mention of her impending spanking when he arrived to pick her up and waited until she was changing out of her school clothes .
Holly was wearing only a pair of black , silk bikini panties when a strangely confident Steve entered the bedroom.

Her jaw dropped and her mouth went dry as he took her by the wrist and let her over to the chair.
Before she could react , he had her firmly in place over his knee , her palms on he floor and her bottom in the air.
Instinctively she struggled , especially when she felt his fingers in the waistband of her undies .
Steve whisked them down and admired the sight of Holly’s firm , round bottom.
His hand descended on her bare rump until it was a glowing red and then he spanked it some more.
Afterwards the lovers had spent so much time making love  they were almost late for their reservation.

Steve burst out laughing when the waiter announced one of the specials as a rump roast.
The waiter smiled and looked confused.
“Its ok….the lady already has a roasted rump !” he explained.
Holly winced and sarcastically glared at Steve.
“Ha – Ha.” She mocked .

Meanwhile Paula was gripping hard onto Gerry’s leg and kicking her long legs wildly as she struggled over her husband’s lap.
Having soundly warmed his naughty wife’s bottom  with a fiery hair-brushing  , Gerry was rounding off her spanking with a good old fashioned hand-spanking.
Paula’s bottom glowed red and she howled hoarsely at every stinging whack of his palm.
Gerry delivered a final volley of swats which had Paula bucking on his lap.

They were both out of breath as Paula slid off Gerry’s lap onto her knees.
Moaning lustily she hungrily undid the zipper on his jeans to unleash the erection she had been grinding on.
Gerry clamped his hands onto the hot skin of Paula’s buttocks .
She gasped and her eyes opened wide as saucers as she fondled his shaft .
Their bodies merged into one and their lips locked in a long breathless kiss .

Back at the restaurant Holly waved as she noticed Mrs. Murphy enter the restaurant with her husband.
Mrs. Murphy looked much different outside school with her long , shoulder length hair flowing over her shoulders and her ample curves hugging a classic red dress and matching heels.
She looked simply stunning.
Mr. Murphy helped her with her coat as they walked to their table.
Spotting Holly she gave her a wave as her husband stood behind her and courteously pulled out her chair for her to sit.
She grimaced and her lips pursed in an audible “OW!” as she cautiously sat down.
Holly’s jaw dropped in surprise.
“Surely she wasn’t….could she ?” she pondered to herself.
As dinner continued Holly could not resist glancing over at the older couple and noticed Mrs. Murphy was squirming and shifting on her seat just as much as Holly was.

After a while  Mrs. Murphy came over to greet Holly who introduced her to Steve before inviting her on a trip to the ‘little girls room’.
Once inside the sanctuary of the Ladies room ,the usually conservative Mrs. Murphy was as giddy as a schoolgirl and anxious to learn more about Holly’s first spanking.
“Your boyfriend is charming Miss Perkins .
So  tell me my dear, will he be giving you that spanking after dinner ?” she tittered.
Holly blushed and gently rubbed the seat of her dress.
“Actually he gave it to me before dinner……and boy did her roast my bottom!
I’ve been squirming in my seat for an hour and it still stings .” she exclaimed .

Holly felt relieved to be able to talk to someone so frankly about spanking.
She wasn’t weird after all.
Spanking felt perfectly natural to her now and she wasn’t alone in her desires. 
“I noticed you weren’t exactly sitting comfortably Mrs. Murphy, ?” Holly enquired.
Mrs. Murphy winced and gingerly put her palms to her seat and rubbed gently.
“It’s the last week of the month- report card time.
Harold keeps track of my behavior for the month and then grades me on a report card.
He insists on completing it before dinner as he believes sitting on a hot bottom to be very thereputic.
The poorer my grade – the harder and longer the spanking .
Unfortunately , this was a particularly bad month for me , a C- in fact, so he really sizzled my poor bottom.” She pouted.

As a Teacher , Holly thought the report card was a great idea and was curious to hear more.
“So what happens when you get a C-?” she asked.
Mrs. Murphy grimaced again and continued to rub her bottom.
“It means the dreaded hairbrush my dear!
Excuse me but if you don’t mind , I  came in here to tend to this properly.” She sighed.
With that she hoisted her skirt ,wiggled her hips and carefully eased down her pantyhose and undies.
“AAAAHHH that’s better already …” she exhaled putting her soothing palms on the hot , red skin of her derrierre.
“How about you dear?” the older lady asked.
Holly hiked up her skirt.

“Oh my…..mind if I have a closer look ?” Mrs Murphy asked eagerly.
Gladly obliging , Holly leaned forward to proudly display her red rear .
“Mmmm….impressive ….not bad for a beginner!?” she remarked after the inspection.
“Yea …he spanked me non-stop for  good 20 minutes or so .” Holly added.

Mrs. Murphy turned around also and hoisted her dress higher to give Holly a look at the damage caused by the hairbrush.
“Wow!” was all Holly could say.
The Vice-Principal’s bottom and upper thighs were a flaming red with deep red ovals visible where the brush had landed again and again.
Mild blisters were forming right on her ‘sit spot’ .
Holly was surprised she could sit at all.
“Harold’s aim is true and he makes sure he really hits that spot between my cheeks and thighs so I really feel it when I sit for dinner !”
The pair chatted like two football players discussing injuries and soon lost track of time.

“What were you two doing in there Holly ?
Your coffee is cold.” Steve scolded upon her return.
Carefully settling into her seat Holly replied “Oh shut up Steve…..”
An exasperated Steve raised an angry brow,
“I guess you know what that just earned you Holly Perkins ?
Finish your coffee…we’re going to have to really work on your manners when I get you home!” he announced.

Holly tried to look frightened , but it was just what she had hoped for and inside she just couldn’t wait to get home.
Mrs. Murphy also received an angry reception from Harold for her tardiness.
“This will be noted for you next report card my Dear and you know what that means!” he told her.
“AW NO Harold ………AAAAAAAAH !” she squealed after plopping herself hard onto the seat.
Harold laughed at her comical reaction.
“Its not funny Harold “ she pouted.

As Paula lay on her tummy in bed with her red bottom on display and her head snuggled into Gerry’s muscular chest she thought about her friend Holly and her impending fate.
Was she also lying in bed with a red bottom and fully satisfied at last ?
Did Steve have the courage to satisfy her desires ?

Over at the Murphy’s , Harold was carefully applied some cooling cream to his wife’s red-striped bottom as she lay face down on the bed , a pillow tucked under her chin.
Harold let his hand wander into the jewels between her legs and leant over to kiss the back of her neck.
“I wonder if Miss Perkins will get another spanking for being tardy.
Her nice boyfriend looked quite upset …”she mused out loud.
Harold delivered a sharp smack which made his wife’s cheeks quiver.
“OW “ she yelped.
“I told you to stop being a busybody Janice…that will go on your report card also young lady!” Harold scolded. 

“YEOOOW….AAAAH…please Steve I’m sorry…no more…my butt is on fire!” Holly protested as another stroke of the leather strap cracked across her tender backside as she struggled to stay in place bent over the chair.
“Stay in place and stick that bottom right out Holly…you have one more!” Steve told her.
Tears were welling in Holly’s eyes now as the sting in her already hot bottom intensified.

Obediently she thrust out her shapely bottom for the final stroke.
Steve made sure it was one to remember as the leather seared across Holly’s bottom.
She let out a most unladylike howl and leapt to her feet clutching her scorched cheeks with both palms.
Steve tried not to chuckle at the sight of Holly dancing around the room trying vainly to rub out the sting.
He took hold of her and pulled her close to him , wiping her tears and gently 
kissed her forehead.
Completely naked , Holly’s heart was pounding but she had never felt so warm , safe and fulfilled in a man’s arms as she did now.
She melted into Steve’s arms .
At last Steve felt his feelings for Holly were complete.