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Monday, March 2, 2015

The Paddled Pie-makers - MF /FM Spanking Story

Kate had been acting up all week and knew she was in for a long overdue spanking.
Interestingly , her sassiness and poor manners always occurred when her best friend and neighbour Jo was present.

The first time I decided to let it go , not wanting to embarrass her in front of our friend , but I made sure to give Kate a look she recognized.
However , when her poor behaviour persisted , I scolded her with Jo present , making sure my spanking threats were veiled ones , and stopping short of mentioning the ‘S’ word but Kate knew what I meant .
Jo was very curious but neither Kate or I elaborated on her questions.

Last Friday I arrived home from work to find Kate and Jo arm deep in dough making apple pies together.
Beside them was an empty bottle of wine which I was quite sure was not part of the recipe.
Their rosy cheeks and demeanour confirmed both ladies were quite tipsy.

I put my arms around Kate, hugging her from behind as she stood at the counter with her hands in a bowl of flour while Jo sat at the table observing.
“Making pies are we?” I asked , admittedly a stupid question.
Kate’s eye glinted at yet another opportunity to demonstrate her sassiness in front of Jo and test my resolve. 
“DUH? What does it look like Mr Obvious!” she cheekily replied , sending Jo into a fit of girlish giggles.

This time I had to act.
Taking her by surprise , I delivered a hard swat to the seat of Kate’s jeans.
She let out a yelp and bucked forward.
“OW THAT STUNG!” she squealed.
“That’s just a sample of what you’re going to get once Jo leaves!” I warned.

Jo immediately responded with an impish grin.
“Oh please go ahead…don’t let me get in the way of a little domestic discipline?” she said excitedly.
I looked over at her .
“Actually Jo it’s best that I wait until we’re alone…she’s getting it on the bare bottom so it will  be quite noisy!” I declared.
Kate’s face flushed and Jo looked surprised.

“A darn good spanking wouldn’t do you any harm you know…... Norm needs to give you exactly what Kate’s getting!” I added.
This time it was Jo’s turn to blush and for once she was speechless.

I turned to Kate.
“You can do that later….off you go to the bedroom. By the time I’m through with you you’ll be happy to be doing something to do that doesn’t involve sitting!”
I gave her behind another hefty swat.
“Off you go now!”
Kate responded with a humble “Yes Sir” and scurried down the hall to the bedroom , rubbing the seat of her jeans.
I turned to Jo.
“Please excuse us!” I grinned , rolling up my sleeves.

Kate was in such a frenzy for a spanking she was already stark naked by the time I had retrieved the hairbrush and literally leapt over my lap.
As usual , I started her off with a brisk hand-spanking to warm up her bottom and ready it for the harshness of the brush.
Knowing we had a captive audience listening in I made a point of turning up the volume , cupping my palm to make sure each spank was extra loud and raising my voice to scold Kate as I spanked.
My wife was never the type to take a spanking quietly so she was soon howling like a banshee to add to the cacophony!
Then when the hairbrush was introduced , the gunshot like spanks sounded a lot worse than they really were and must have terrified poor Jo.

I’m not sure how long Jo remained in the kitchen listening to me blistering Kate’s bare bottom  , but by the time I returned to the kitchen she was gone.
While Kate stood in the corner with her chastised red cheeks on display , the phone rang.
It was Jo’s husband Norm.
“I hear our two gals have been kind of sassy this week?” Norm said when he heard my voice.
I laughed.
“That's right Norm , but I can tell you that one of them is a real sore , sorry gal right now !” I said.
“Make that two! ” Norm replied , "The pair of them are going to have trouble sitting at the Restaurant tonight!”.

Norm went on to tell me that Jo actually told him that I was spanking Kate and that she needed the same . so Norm gladly obliged.
I also found out that Jo was not as naive as I thought and that Norm warmed her bottom regularly !

Friday nights were a regular night out for Jo ,Norm , Kate and myself but this one was especially memorable.
The spankings had added a little spice , and Norm and I made sure to tease the girls about it all evening.
 Jo and Kate both wore red dresses that of a similar style and we teased them that it wasn’t just their dresses that were red and matching !
Of course our naughty girls turned up the heat by revealing that their bottoms were so tender neither of them were wearing panties !
It was cute to watch the two of them squirm on their tender bottoms over dinner ,especially knowing they were bare underneath.

We returned to our place after dinner and the girls stood rubbing their bottoms as they made the coffee and confirmed they were indeed sans panties.
Norm studied the still unfinished pies and a mischievious grin spread over his face.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” he asked me.

A few minutes later , Norm and I sat at the table drinking our coffee watching Kate and Jo stand at  the counter finishing the pies.
We had them hike up their skirts to display their nakedness from the waist down .
It was quite a sight to see their shapely , still red,  matching bottoms wiggling and  glowing before us as they finished the pies.

The view was even better when the ladies bent seductively forward to place the pies in the oven giving their delectable bottoms a teasing little jiggle as they did so.
Kate pouted and rubbed her rear.
“I don’t know about you Jo but my butt feels as hot as that oven!”she remarked.
“Yea mine too ! Why don’t you guys put some cold cream on them while the pies are cooking?” Jo added.

Norm and I looked at each other in wonder that this was really happening ,  as Kate fetched  the cold cream and handed it to us.
“I guess it’s time for us naughty girls to go back over your laps guys ?” Kate winked seductively.
Norm and I needed no encouragement , and eagerly patted our laps.

Kate and Jo looked at each other impishly  , then Jo walked over to me and laid over my lap while Kate  draped herself over a surprised Norm.
For a brief moment we were unsure how to proceed.
“Well ? What are you two waiting for? “ Kate chirped.
“Yea ..Don’t you see our bottoms need attention?” Jo added.

I stared at the stunning curves of Jo’s red rear and her long shapely legs , which she opened slightly to show a glistening wetness  .
“They certainly do…they certainly do…” Norm and I agreed.

Swapping partners had always been on our minds , and giving our ladies a red bottom made us all hot enough to actually make it happen.
As I rubbed the cream into Jo's hot cheeks she squirmed and teased , allowing my fingers to slip inside her thighs.
Beside me I could hear Kate's familiar moaning and knew exactly what it meant.

Kate and Norm soon retreated to our main bedroom , and I carried Jo off to the spare room .
The passion was uncontrollable and the lovemaking was a passionate , fiery marathon.
In fact we were all so tired that we slept late the next day.

By the time Norm and I rose  , Kate and Jo greeted us in the kitchen tapping  large wooden spoons against their palms.
The smell of smoke and burnt foot filled our nostrils.
We had forgotten about the pies in the oven and they were burned to a crisp.
Luckily the oven had shut off automatically to prevent a fire -  but not before making a holy mess.

"This is all your fault for making us finish those pies and then distracting us like that. So you guys are going to clean up the mess ....but you'll be doing it OUR way!" Kate announced.
It had been Norm and I who suggested the girsls finish the pies so we were guilty as charged.
"Your way?" I asked.
“ can wear these and nothing else !” Jo grinned , handing Norm and I  kitchen aprons and rubber gloves !

The girls chuckled at the sight of their two men clad in the ridiculous outfits , made even more funny by our enormous erections hiding behind the aprons.
Norm began scrubbing charcoal off the pie plates,  while I scraped the burn marks off the oven.
“After all the work we put into those pies , you two made us burn them. Boy are you gonna get it !” Jo warned.
“But it wasn’t just us that forgot about them…you….OW!”Norm protested and stopped  when Jo snapped the spoon across the seat of her husband'ss bare backside .
"OOOW! That hurt Jo!".
“Really ? Just wait until you get the rest Mister!” his wife replied.
"What do you mean ?" he asked.
"I mean your butt is going to be wearing the marks of this spoon for a week!"
“That goes for you too!” Kate added., pointing a finger at me.

For a humiliating 15 minutes , Norm and I worked bare-assed in the kitchen as the girls supervised .
The whole time they menacingly tapped those wooden spoons against their palms , occasionally snapping it against our butt if the task was not done to their satisfaction.

 Kate and Jo inspected our work as we stood to attention, our erections still tenting behind our aprons.
"I think our houseboys are a little excited Jo." Kate chuckled .

Our two ladies stood in front of us with arms folded until Jo finally spoke.
"Here's how it's going down boys. One of you bends over the counter and the other goes over the knee for 5 solid minutes each with the spoon."
Kate continued, "....then you're going to switch places for another 5 minutes ..this time with these nice big spatulas!"
Norm and I gulped as we eyed the two large spatulas on the counter.

Jo and Kate beamed confidently , thoroughly enjoying their power trip.
We learned they were far from finished.
"Then for teasing us last night , we want both of you ass -up over the couch for a good sound strapping!" Kate added.
A thick , two-tailed leather thong was already draped over the back of the couch in the living room.

Kate pulled out a kitchen chair and sat down.
To my surprise , she curled a finger at Norm , not me !

 "OK Norm....let's have you!" she declared , patting her lap.
Norm's jaw dropped as low as mine.

Meanwhile , Jo stared at me and pointed to the counter.
"Bend over....elbows on the counter." she ordered.
We were switching again but this time for a different reason.
I had made love to this woman all night - and now she was going to paddle me!

Trying to disguise my growing erection , I leaned over the counter while Norm happily placed himself over my wife's awaiting lap.
As I waited for my punishment to begin , Kate was already snapping the spoon against poor Norm's behind with venom.By the sound of it she was holding nothing back.

Seconds later there was a loud crack when Jo's spoon connected with my  left cheek.
"YAAWW!" I howled . The blow really stung but she followed up quickly with a series of rapidfire licks that had me dancing and howling.

 The sound of the spoons snapping against our backsides filled the room for a full 5 minutes  , until the stove timer rang  to signal the end of the first session.
The girls laughed when Norm and I hopped around the room , rubbing our rears.
5 minutes may not seem like a long time but those spoons really stung and the girls must have delivered dozens of licks in the short period.

The ladies ordered us to change positions.
Our erections had subsided somewhat ,but I noticed a revival in mine as I placed myself over Jo's shapely , silky thighs.
She opened them slightly to let my erection slide in and then clamped them shut.
I could see Norm bent over the counter and his ass looked like a real mess and mine felt the same.

The ladies proceeded to let their spatulas dance all over our backsides .
It was a larger , flatter surface and it stung like the dickens , especially when Jo began aiming exclusively for my thighs.
This 5 minute session seemed to never end and when the buzzer finally sounded , both our rear ends were well and truly sizzled.

Our dignity completely gone now , Norm and I performed another ridiculous spanking dance , more frantically this time , as Jo and Kate looked on in amusement.
When we finally regained some composure , the ladies were waiting for us at the couch , taking turns swinging the strap.
"Let's have you gentlemen....asses  up over the couch ....time for the grand finale!" Kate giggled.

Kate and Jo took turns delivering a series of 12 licks each with the leather strap on our already swollen behinds.
The standing position really allowed them to swing the strap hard and we were soon howling and begging for mercy.
They continued until each had delivered 3 sets leaving our backsides red and raw.

We were then dispatched to stand in the corner for 10 minutes as our wives sat back and enjoyed a coffee.
When we finally were given permission to come out , our fading erections returned once again at the sight of Jo and Kate sitting on the table - naked except for mischievious grins!
This team we went to our traditional partners.
I turned Kate around , bent her over the table and was soon thrusting deep inside her as she urged me on.

Norm hoisted Jo in the air and sat her on the table . She lay back , spread her legs and he leapt on top of her.
Luckily our table was well made and sturdy , although it did hop all over the room leaving skid marks on the floor as it shuddered and bounced around.
Afterwards the four of just lay there naked , trying to catch our breath until Norm finally spoke.
"Anybody for breakfast? I'm starving!"

This time it was the girls'  turn to tease and joke at our expense as we squirmed on our seats at Denny's
"The griddle's broken so they asked if they could fry the eggs on your butts !" Jo cackled loud enough for other diners to hear.
"I guess we had that coming ...." I sighed and Norm nodded in agreement.


Tuesday, February 24, 2015

The Blackwell Wives - FM Spanking story

Dana rummaged through the huge library of paperbacks stored in the basement family room.
Most of them really weren’t to her taste ,  the usual harlequin romances and  bodice rippers which her Mother-in-law , Janet , thrived on.
Next to the open bookcase was another cupboard with closed doors 
Curiously Dana opened them for a peek inside , fully expecting another batch of cheesie paperbacks , but her jaw dropped when she saw its contents.

Hanging from hooks were two large canes , a thick leather strap with two tails , a ping-pong paddle and a Jokari paddle .
One of the canes was slightly longer and thicker than the other , when Dana picked it up to examine it , a female voice startled her.
“Ah….the dreaded Senior cane!” It was her Mother in Law Janet.
“I reserve that one for serious offences…Gerry really hates it…it leaves big welts on his behind for a week!” she chuckled.

Dana felt like a naughty schoolgirl caught in the act.
“I’m so sorry Mrs. Blackwell…I wasn’t snooping ,  just looking for  books….I didn’t mean to….” She stammered.
Janet smiled and placed a reassuring hand on her daughter in law’s shoulder.
“Call me Mom Dana….and don’t worry you have every right to be curious . 
Frankly I’m amazed Simon hasn’t mentioned anything to you about domestic discipline before now!”

Her Mother in law looked seriously at her, “Dana , I know my son is  very stubborn , headstrong and quite a handful ….so he needs to have his bare backside thoroughly thrashed on a regular basis ! 
I don’t know how you’ve been able to put up with  his behaviour  over the past 2 years ?”

The younger woman shrugged.
“To be honest , Simon’s behaviour has been causing some problems in our relationship . No matter what I say or do ,  he just won't change….”

Janet pointed at the cane Dana was holding , “A taste of that across his bare backside will guarantee he’ll change - QUICKLY !”
Dana blushed and shook her head ,“I don’t think I could do that Mom.” 

“I think it’s time for us girls to have a little talk about handling a Blackwell husband….and I can give you a lesson or two on how to tame that unruly son of mine ?” Janet suggested.
Dana gushed out an enthusiastic agreement .
“We’d best get started then…” Janet said,  tossing Dana a cushion from the sofa.
 “What’s this for Mom?” 
“That my girl will simulate your husband’s backside….until you’re ready for the real thing!”


Dana was curled in the big armchair beside the fire chair and looked up from her book.
“Simon! My feet are cold …can you fetch my slippers….and put another log on the fire please ?” she asked , just a hint of firmness in her tone.
Janet smiled at her daughter-in-law’s new-found assertiveness and awaited her son’s response , already quite sure of what it would be.

Simon was busy moving to another level of his military combat video game  and ignored Dana.
“Simon! I’m talking to you…put that silly thing down will you!” she yelled , her voice rising.
“What did your last slave die of ? Do it yourself!” Simon snapped back , tilting the game pad and then slamming it down angrily. “DAMMIT WOMAN …you made me lose that level !”

Dana looked at her mentor Janet .
“I hope you’re not going to let that go dear ?” Janet told her. 
“Here goes !” Dana sighed , rising  from her chair  and striding purposely over to Simon.
Taking him by surprise, she pried  the game from his grip and  stood over him with hands on hips .
“This thing is hereby confiscated until we get back home dare you speak to me like that in front of your Mother . ” she barked.

Simon had never seen Dana act this way and his attitude immediately changed.
“I’m sorry hon...I...” he stuttered.
“Oh your gonna be sorry alright ....get your keister downstairs mister !” Dana blasted.

Simon flushed , suddenly realizing his wife’s intentions.
“Downstairs? ..but….” he stammered.
Dana  pointed to the stairs.
“I SAID DOWNSTAIRS NOW ....Or would you prefer I  deal with you right here in front of your Mother?”  she asked .
“No Ma’am”  her tough husband replied and promptly scurried downstairs like a frightened puppy.
Janet laughed out loud , “WOW! That went way better than I thought!”
Dana beamed proudly then , putting on her sternest look , she descended the stairs.

Simon waited  uneasily for his wife  , eyes down and hands clasped in front of him.
“Right then …get your clothes off…all of them!” Dana ordered.
Her husband’s eyes grew as wide as saucers.
“Whaat?”he asked incredulously
Dana was already busying herself by placing a chair in the middle of the room , and looked over her shoulder at him.

“You heard me mister ! STRIP…every stitch off …then bend over this chair !” she ordered.
Simon hesitated for a moment but began undoing his pants.
 Dana smiled in satisfaction and turned her attention to the implements in the cupboard.

She had practiced with all of them , knocking the stuffing out of the sofa cushions, and  had already made the decision to use the big Jokari paddle.
She liked the feel of it , it was large enough to cover an entire cheek,  easy to swing and guaranteed to sting like the dickens !
She wanted Simon to be feeling the effects of this every time he sat down for the next day or two. 

The look on Simon’s face when he saw Dana holding the Jokari confirmed her choice.
She tapped the big paddle in her palm as he stood naked in front of her.
Despite his embarrassment he had a huge erection.
Dana playfully tugged on it ,  “I’ll take care of that later…” a faint grin dancing on her face.
“Bend over the chair and get that butt of yours right out mister!” she ordered .
She felt a thrilling surge of excitement pulse through her veins .
Taking charge of Simon in this way felt good in more ways than one.

Obediently Simon bent over the chair , gripping the seat with both hands.
Dana stepped up to his left  and gave her husband’s taut , muscular buns an admiring look.
They were a lily white hue at the moment but she would soon be turning them a deep red!
“Hold on to the chair and stay in place. If you dare to move I’ll add extra swats …do you understand?” she instructed.
“YES MA’AM!” came the prompt reply.

Simon’s cheeks clenched instinctively when he felt Dana tap the big paddle against them.
“Get that bottom right out mister!” she instructed.
Simon arched his back to present a better target.
“How many swats will I get Ma’am ?” he asked.
Dana smiled with satisfaction enjoying the power she possessed.
“Don’t you dare question me Simon Blackwell ! I’m in charge of this spanking  and you’ll receive as many swats as I feel you need….plus a dozen more for even daring to ask such a question!” she scolded.
“Sorry Ma’am” 

Upstairs  Janet sat by the fire reading her book,  but her ears  and  attention were trained on the basement door.
The proceedings were underway.

Janet winced at the sound .
The paddling was a ferocious one as Dana released years of frustration onto Simon’ bare backside .
She felt a sense of release with every swat , and the sight of her husband’s rear getting redder and redder inspired her.

Simon was bawling loudly after the first dozen or so swats , and by 25 he was blubbering incoherently - but his whacking continued.
Dana stopped for a breather after delivering stroke number 40.
“Is my punishment almost over Ma’am ? My butt feels like it’s on fire!” Simon whined , his tone submissive . 
“Didn’t I  already warn you not to question me ?” Dana barked at him.
“YES MA’AM….SORRY MA’AM” Simon babbled.
“You already had a dozen extra coming for the first offence,  so I’ll add another dozen  ....and these will be the hardest yet !
 I want you to count out and thank me for each one….do you understand?”

Just then Simon's sister  Nancy and her husband Jeff arrived home from their shopping trip .
Nancy’s was clearly irritated and Jeff looked quite surly.
“How was the shopping ?” Janet asked tentatively.
“OK …no thanks to him!” Nancy replied poking Jeff in the chest , “…it’s like shopping with a two year old …and to top it off he got a ticket for blowing a red light!”
“It wasn’t red!” Jeff argued.
Nancy glared at him “Oh really Jeff? Well I can tell something’s going to be very red once I get you down stairs !”

Grabbing Jeff by the ear , Nancy led him towards the basement stairs but halted  in her tracks  upon  hearing the crack  of Dana’s paddle against bare skin.

“The basement’s occupied right now honey….you and Jeff will just have to wait your turn.” Janet said.
A broad grin spread over Nancy’s face.
“That’s Dana ? With Simon ? Well I never!” she declared looking at her Mother.
“Is she using the Jokari ?”
Janet nodded.

Nancy looked at Jeff , “You’ve never felt the Jokari have you honey ?”
Jeff  looked very worried.
Simon’s voice was quivering now.
“Hear that Jeffie ? Simon’s one of the toughest guys in his unit and Dana’s got him squealing like a little girl with that paddle.....Boy does it hurt…..just what a bad boy like you needs !” she teased.

Jeff cringed at every stroke Dana delivered .
A hard final stroke caused Simon to  spring to his feet  and dance wildly around the room clutching his backside.
It was quite an amusing  sight for Dana who could not resist capturing the moment on her phone camera.
Chuckling to herself , she calmly stood with arms folded watching  her husband’s silly dance.
“Turn around and get your nose in that corner!” she ordered when he finally stopped.
Simon obeyed , turning to display his red and blistered bottom and Dana took another picture.

Simon looked at her with concern.
“Are you taking pictures ?” he asked.
Dana was in complete control and in her element now.
“Let’s just call them my little insurance policy shall we Simon?” she mused , “Perhaps I could show them to your marine buddies to let them know who really wears the pants in our family….”
Simon looked at her in disbelief , “You wouldn’t Dana?”
Dana glared at him angrily.“Are you challenging me mister?”
“No Ma’am.” he replied.
“Then just stay in that corner and be quiet until I give you permission to apologize to your Mother and I ?” 
“Yes Ma’am”

Dana aimlessly leafed through one of Janet’s romance books for a full five minutes as her husband stood restlessly and silent in the corner with his hands on his head.
“OK you can come out now.” she said.
A teary eyed Simon grimaced as she gave him a big hug.

Triumphantly  Dana marched Simon upstairs to a round of applause from Janet and Nancy.
The big tough Marine Sergeant Simon was sore , red-faced , teary eyed and thoroughly humbled.
Dana beamed with pride  “I left the Jokari out on the table. The way the men behave around here I figured it won’t be long before it’ll be needed again!”
Nancy cackled , “Actually it won’t even have time to cool down Dana….get downstairs Jeff!”
“Yes Ma’am” Jeff replied.

Dana stood with arms folded looking at her husband .
“Well Simon?”
Simon’s first attempt at an apology did not meet his wife’s approval.
“I’ll give you one more chance to apologize properly or I’ll fetch the hairbrush and put you across my knee right here in front of your Mother!” she scolded.
 it was sufficient incentive for Simon to mouth an apology worthy of Dana’s satisfaction.
“Good boy….now stoke that fire and fetch me my slippers.....and I’ll let you give me a nice foot rub like you used to.”
“Yes Ma’am”.

A red-faced Simon  was dutifully handing Dana her slippers and gingerly rubbing the seat of his jeans when Gerry arrived home .
“What’s come over Simon ?” he asked cheerfully.
He was enlightened when he paused near the basement stairs .
Nancy was busy introducing  Jeff to the Jokari paddle .

Gerry winced and looked at Janet “That sounds like the Jokari! What’s going on around here?”
Janet shrugged ,smiled and rose  from her chair to  him a big kiss.
“Do you remember the last time I used the Jokari paddle dear?” she asked.
Gerry blushed and put a palm to the seat of his jeans.
“Yea…’s not something you forget….that thing really stings!” He recalled painfully.
“Simon’s can vouch for that ….won’t you honey?” Dana chirped
Simon was obediently kneeling in front of his wife , massaging her feet , as he was way too sore to sit.
“Yes I certainly can...... Ma’am” he mumbled with a hint of a smile.
“You can call me Dana or honey now sweetie!” Dana told him.

Janet suddenly pulled back from Gerry.
“That better not be beer I smell on you Gerry Blackwell….did you stop at Murphy’s?”
The guilt on Gerry’s face was obvious.
“Well no….but….er…OK yes…just for one…”
Janet raised a brow
“....or two....or so?” Gerry mumbled.

The noises from downstairs intensified.
Nancy was thoroughly enjoying herself , swinging the Jokari like a tennis pro , cracking it against one cheek and then the other.
“12 more to come Jeffie…count ‘em for me !”

Janet glared into her husband’s steel grey eyes.
“Nancy will be done in a minute… and Jeff’s behind will be ‘well done’…...then it’s your turn .” She scolded.

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Saddle Sore Cyclist - M/F Spanking Story

Monday, January 26, 2015

Hot tub Spanking - Illustrated M/F Spanking Story

Lucy and her best friend Jenny had been getting together on Friday evenings since college.
In the beginning it was regular girls night out to watch a movie or go dancing at a club , but their get-togethers had become very sporadic since Jenny married Peter a couple of years ago.
When Lucy and Alan became engaged a few months ago , the two friends renewed their Friday social , albeit with their somewhat reluctant men in tow.

For the initial socials the girls each took turns hosting an evening which would include a friendly board game , but the fiercely competitive natures of Peter and Alan soon ruined the enjoyment , and the evenings inevitably ended with the visitors leaving early because the atmosphere became too heated.

Alan and Peter were always very repentent the following week , but their poor behaviour would quickly return.
They argued , accused , yelled , swore and called each other names.
for Lucy and Jen it was like spending an evening with a pair of 8 year olds.

Finally one evening the girls had been pushed too far , so instead of ending the evening early and having it out with their men afterwards , the ladies decided to deal with their errant husbands right there and then !
For 'blow-by-blow' details of that evening I will refer you to Underling Humblings story 'Sore Losers' wich you can link to here :

Underling Humblings - Sore Losers

That evening Lucy and Jenny discovered that they had something else in common - they both spanked their men when they needed it !
They both had an inkling that they shared a passion of applying a hairbrush to a naughty male backside but that evening brought everything out in the open.
After all those evenings which had ended prematurely , it turns out Alan and Peter received the same type of discipline.

Following the events of that fateful evening , the behaviour of Peter and Alan improved dramatically  .
It seems the embarrassment of being led by the ear to the bedroom for a soundly spanking , and their rival being able to listen to their howling and bawling and watch their squirming in their seat ,  had the desired effect.
The two men could hardly be called friends now , but they grew to enjoy each othher's company on Friday nights.

Now , as we all know , poor behavior is not the sole domain of the male animal , and  Lucy and Jenny were certainly no angels.
Alan and Peter had to give their ladies a strong scolding on more than one occasion and sometimes were required to cut-off their supply of wine to calm them down.
Lucy and Jenny had always been a pair of wild ones when they were together , and the passing years  had changed little.

One Friday , Jenny and Peter had a surprise for their friends - they had purchased a hot-tub.
So the two couples , donned their swimsuits and , with an ample supply of drinks and snacks on hand , settled into the steaming 102degree water for a relaxing evening.

The wine flowed freely for the two girls who ignored the requests from their menfolk to get out of the tub once in a while and take a break.
They were belligerent , accusing the two men of being 'spoilsports' and 'fuddy duddies'.
As the wine  and hot water took its toll ,  the female foolishness intensified.


The girls began reminiscing and exchanging stories about the many times they had occasion to paddle their man's bare backside.
Alan and Peter were red-faced as Lucy and Jenny took turns in describing the spankings they had administered - in great detail.
There was much giggling , cackling and teasing from the two ladies as Alan and Peter simmered in the hot tub.

"Remember that time I paddled you in your office at work Pete ?" Jenny laughed.
"Don't go there Jen...." Peter warned , but Jenny was unperturbed.
"He knew he had a doozie of a butt roasting coming so he worked late all week , thinking he could get out of it and I would forget......but you underestimated your little wifie didn'y you hon..?" she continued.

Peter asked Jenny to stop but Lucy encouraged her friend to continue.
"You should have seen his face when I showed up at his office with my hairbrush.....luckily for him , the only people left were a couple of cleaning ladies....but I put on quite the show for them anyway . Their expression was priceless when they looked through the office window and saw Pete bare-assed over my lap and me whaling away with the brush.."

This time Peter's tone was firm.
"OK Jen that's enough...." he warned.
"OR WHAT BIG MAN ?" Jenny challenged , sticking out her tongue at her husband.
Raising himself up , Peter calmly addressed his guests.
"Excuse me guys but I need to attend to something with Jenny ....wont be long...."

For a brief moment Jenny looked genuinely concerned , but had little time to react.
Within seconds she was shrieking loudly when Peter grabbed her ear , scooped her out of the tub and carried her , fireman style into the nearby changing room.

Lucy was shocked but Alan looked on with glee as the sounds of a good hard spanking filled the room.
"OOOH poor Jen!" Lucy cried , cringing when a series of especially hard spanks had her friend wailing loudly.
Jenny's spanking went on for over 5 minutes .
Lucy did not know where to look and felt her fiance's threatening eyes stare at her.

Finally , their friends emerged , Peter looking determined but satisfied , and Jenny adjusting her bikini bottoms and dabbing real tears from her eyes.
As she passed by , Alan chuckled when he caught a glimpse of her two red cheeks , fully exposed by her skimpy suit.

Peter sat down in the tub and beckoned to his wife.
"Come on then....get in and behave  - and take it easy on the wine !" he scolded.
Jenny clamboured into the tub .
"OOOOOH ! IT'S SOOOO HOT !" she hissed when her well-spanked bottom  met the bubbling hot  water.
"SIT!" Peter ordered.
Slowly and carefully his wife lowered herself into the tub , grimacing and wincing as she tried to sit.

Alan looked at Lucy who was still avoiding his gaze.
Her jaw dropped when Alan stood up and towered over her.
"Up you get Lucy- Your turn !" he grinned.
Lucy's escape attempt was fruitless and she was soon draped over Alan's shoulder , legs kicking and screaming loudly.
"I left a size 10 flip-flop by the door for you Alan! It stings like the dickens !" Peter called out.
"Thanks Pete!"
The two men finally had something in common.........

                                                            THE END

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Saddle Sore Cyclist - F/M Spanking Story

May leaned over to have a closer look at Charles' bicycle while he looked on anxiously.
Methodically she slowly paced around his machine , scanning it with a keen eye and scribbling occasionally in her notebook.

"Not bad Charles..." she began , " least its safe enough to ride this time!" she remarked , just a hint of sarcasm in her tone.
Charles looked pleased but uncertain , "So I've passed then?" 
"Not quite I'm afraid Charles , “ May replied , consulting her notebook.
“The chain is a bit on the loose side , the front wheel has a slightly bent spoke ,the air pressure in your tires is way too high , and you're missing a few important items from your emergency kit ." she advised.
"Those don't sound too important May." Charles responded anxiously.
May looked at him scornfully.
"They are ALL important  ! That’s why I gave you a full checklist , which clearly you failed to use or you wouldn't have four violations would you Charles?" 

There was a momentary pause before May continued.
"Our agreement was very clear Charles. Let’s have you inside please."she said.
"AW SHOOT ! Come on's not fair!" Charles protested , angrily stamping his foot.
"I'm sorry Charles but you did agree to this . The first three violations earn you 100 with my hairbrush , plus another 25 for each additional violation.....and I'm adding another 25 for that little tantrum display of yours just now .....that makes 150 spanks!" she declared.

"AW! Can't we do this later May.....I...." Charles started to plead but May was already marching back to the house.
Reluctantly , Charles followed and stood by the dining room chair while May retrieved the hairbrush from the coffee table.

She always made a point of leaving it in full view as a reminder to Charles of the empowerment it gave her and the damage it would render to his backside if her stepped out of line.

May had even given the brush a name , ‘Miss Manners’ , so she could descretely refer to it in public.

"OUCH!" Charles yelped , when May gave his rump a hearty
slap with her palm..
May sat on the chair and looked up at him smiling.
"You know the routine Charles. Get those pants down. Over my knee and on the bare." she said.

Charles sighed loudly and began peeling down his spandex cycling
“Continue with that attitude young man and I’ll make it an even 200 spanks!” May scolded.
“Yes Ma’am....sorry Ma’am..” came the subdued reply.

Leaning back in the chair , May pointed to her lap.
"Over you go honey. It’s time for you and Miss Manners to get acquainted again!" May chuckled.
Obediently Charles draped himself over his Fiance’s lap and May immediately went to work with the hairbrush - as only May can.....bringing it down smartly on her Fiance’s bare behind a full 150 times.

Each one was a 'stinger' and May made sure to pay particular attention to the tender area where her man's buttocks met his upper thighs.
She would make sure he would be feeling this rach time he sat for the next day or two!

After 25 spanks Charles was howling , by 50 he was pleading and apologizing , by 100 he had real tears and was begging for May to stop , for the final 50 rapidfire spanks he just lay there wailing and waiting for it to end.

Throughout his spanking , May paused to recite from the bicycle safety list she had given Charles , giving her spanks an extra 'zip' to emphasize each point.
"Check the pressure in both tires!"

By the 150th spank the checklist was imprinted in Charles' memory as much as the hairbrush was imprinted on his rump. 

A short while later , they were both outside again .
Charles tinkered with his bike as May stood over him supervising.
Finally , when she was satisfied it met her requirements , May mounted her bike.

While May sat comfortably on her saddle , Charles could barely sit on his.
"A little tender back there are we Charles?" she teased.
Charles grimaced and rubbed his backside.
 "More than a little I'd say Honey. 150 whacks with that brush of yours is no joke!" he responded ,a hint of a grin behind his grimace.
May giggled."You must be the only person to be saddle sore BEFORE a bike ride!"