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Sunday, June 28, 2015

Red Card = Red Bottom - MF Spanking Story

With the FIFA Womens' World Cup going on here in Canada this summer , I just couldn't resist doing a story on naughty soccer ladies and soccermoms....enjoy!


"For @#$$&* sake Ref  open your eyes ...that was a penalty!" Janet Blackwell's deep , authoritative voice bellowed out onto the soccer field.
Janet's husband Gerry stood beside he , cringing at his wife's antics.
"You're a @#%$&* disgrace!" Janet added when the Referee ignored her and play continued.


Janet's Son-in-law , Jeff stood near the touchline shaking his head.
Like his wife Nancy , his Mother-in-law was a strong minded , formidable character not to be reckoned with .
She was the family Matriarch and , although he wanted to , he was not about to take her on.
The other spectators looked at her in disgust as her foul-mouthed tirade continued.
Usually Janet was under control , but there was something about watching her daughter play soccer which turned her into an uncontrollable monster.


Gerry glared at his wife who looked back at him defiantly.
On the field , Nancy was demonstrating she was just as fiery and tempestuous as her Mother .
Jeff gasped when he saw Nancy confront the Referee about the missed call.
"Let it go Nancy! Focus on the game ." he called out.
Nancy glanced over and promptly ignored him.
It was tough coaching your wife- especially Nancy!


"You tell him girl!" Janet encouraged.
Nobody heard Nancy's conversation with the Referee , but it was abruptly ended when he produced a vivid red card and ordered Nancy to leave the field.
A livid Janet responded by launching another string of expletives at the Referee , but this time it was interrupted when Gerry delivered a firm , roundhouse whack to the seat of her capris which seemed to bring her to her senses.
The spectators grinned and tittered in satisfaction.
"That's quite enough Janet..." he warned her , calmly but firmly.
Janet opened her mouth to respond but her husband's look convinced her to change her mind.


A red-faced and fuming Nancy brushed past Jeff as she strode off the field , but he caught hold of her waist and spun her around to face him.
Nancy's demeanour immediately changed. She had never seen Jeff this mad. It was actually quite exciting.
The normally mild-mannered Jeff was struggling to control his temper and looked down at Nancy.
The realisation that she had embarrassed Jeff and let down her team-mates suddenly sank in.


She bit her lip and looked up at Jeff.
"Sorry Jeff...that was dumb....I should have listened to you." she pouted.
Jeff pulled her closer.
"This is 'coach' Jeff speaking. Yes it was dumb and you'll be riding the bench for the next two games - after you serve your suspension!" he growled.
"YESSIR!" Nancy replied shakily.


Jeff continued , "This is your husband Jeff speaking. You've behaved like a rude , little spoilt brat - not for the first time - so you're going to be treated like one. Get that cute little tail of yours home right now ....but don't change....I want to see your nose in the corner of the hallway and stay there until I get home!" he ordered.
Nancy's legs felt weak at her husband's dominant behaviour. This was a Jeff she had never seen before and she kind of liked it!


"Yes Sir!" she replied with a hint of sarcasm.
She was stunned to silence when Jeff's right palm connected smartly with the seat of her tight shorts.
"Best get in the car young lady." her father interjected with a grin."Your Mother will drive home with you!" he added.
"GERRY!" Janet protested , hands on hips.
Her husband leaned closer to whisper in her ear.
"I'll bet all these folks-and especially that Referee - would just love to see me bend you over , yank down those pants and paddle your backside right here!"
Janet's face reddened and her jaw dropped , but she knew her husband did not make empty threats.
"Er...uhm...ok..it's best we both go dear..." she said , taking her daughter's arm.
Gerry took hold of Janet's arm.
"...and Janet...I want your nose in the corner just like Nancy to think about your behaviour today . I'l deal with you when Jeff and I get back."
The embarrassed ladies wasted no time in leaving the area.
Jeff winked at Gerry, "Thanks for that!"
"Like Mother , like Daughter !" Gerry shrugged


Nancy and Janet had calmed down during the drive home.
"I'm so ashamed at how I behaved..your Father is really gonna blister my butt when he gets home....and I can't say I don't deserve it " Janet lamented ,
Nancy slumped in her seat.
" I've never seen Jeff so pissed......he's really gonna tan my hide for this one!" She mused.

Janet looked at her daughter incredulously , "Well if he doesn't I certainly will  young lady- that is once I can sit down again! "
Nancy smiled nervously and her bottom tingled .
"You and I are going to be eating our meals standing up for the next day or two!"
Janet grinned - Her bottom was tingling again!


The soccer game concluded with a narrow 1-0 win for Nancy's team so  Jeff's mood had improved. somewhat.
He shook the Referee's hand and apologized to him for the abuse.
"I get it all the time." the Ref shrugged.
Gerry interjected , "Well that doesn't make it right Ref but don't worry , we can assure you that both of those ladies will have a part of their anatomy that is redder than your card once we get home !"
The Ref smiled.


"Do we really have to stand like this Mom? I feel ridiculous ..." Nancy complained , her nose touching the hallway wall.
"It's all part of the retribution dear ." Nancy replied into the wall.
Both felt a chill in their spine , and their bottoms tingled when they heard Jeff's car arrive.
"Get ready dear....the only question is ...will we get spanked together or separately?" Janet declared.


The two naughty ladies stood silently in position , noses to the wall like a couple of coat-stands when their men entered.
It was as if they really didn't exist.
Gerry and Jeff chatted about the game , took their time unpacking the van and then went to the kitchen where they helped themselves to a cold beer.


Janet looked at Nancy and shrugged.
After a few minutes , Jeff returned .
"So have you had time to think about your behavior young lady?" he asked curtly.
"Yessir!" she replied as politely as she could.
Then she let out a squeal when Jeff pinched her ear between his finger and thumb and let her away.
"OOOH THAT HURTS HUN...STOP!"


Janet remained in the corner expecting Gerry to appear but he did not.
She could hear Jeff's stern lecture and Nancy's barely audible apologies.
There was silence and then - 'WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!WHAP!
"OOOW!" "OUCH!" "OOOW!"
The sound of the back of the hairbrush snapping against bare skin , accompanied by Nancy's wailing echoed down the hall .


A prolific spanker herself , Janet found herself listening and critiquing Jeff's style.
"Pretty good for a beginner!" she thought to herself.
At first he delivered measured single hard swats , likely to alternating cheeks , and then gradually picked up the pace , spanking his wife non-stop - and hard!
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP1 WHAP!
"YEEEOOOW!" "OW!" "OW!" "OW!"
By Nancy's reaction , Janet guessed that series of spanks had been applied to the same tender spot.


Nancy's spanking continued and Janet felt excited .
Her cheeks clenched . "Where the heck was Gerry?"
The noise of Nancy's spanking had masked her husband's footsteps and she jerked in fright when he suddenly gripped her arm.
Silently he led her down the hallway and paused outside the room where Nancy was being spanked.
The door was open so Janet
 was able to get a good view of her daughter , sprawled over her husband's lap , still in full soccer uniform except that her shorts were yanked down to her knees.
By the state of her backside , Jeff had indeed delivered a spanking of epic proportions , clearly taking into account Nancy's crimes of the past.


Her thoughts were distracted by the sound of Gerry's leather belt snapping.
"Your turn Janet. Jeff should be finished with the hairbrush first but first you're getting that filthy mouth of yours washed out with soap before I give you a good taste of my belt!" he announced.
Janet's heart pounded at the prospect.


Jeff paused to wipe the sweat from his brow after concluding Nancy's spanking.
He laughed at her antics , dancing and hopping around the room , shorts still at her knees , rubbing her scorched back side.
"OH!" "OH!" "OMIGOSH....MY BUNS ARE ON FIRE!" she wailed.
The sound of Janet's strapping and her muffled cries resounded from the next room.


Taking a sobbing Nancy by the hand , Jeff led her out , pausing to watch Gerry apply the strap to Janet's behind.
The belt had already painted visible red lines on his mother-in-law's curvy behind , mostly in that tender area where her cheeks met her thighs.
Janet was on all fours on the bed , her fashionable capris and tiny panties tangled around her knees ,  legs apart , bottom hoisted high up and her face down.
After each stroke , Janet's face would bury itself into a pillow she was holding to muffle her screams .....and Jeff could see she was  chewing uncomfortably on a big bar of soap.


Gerry stopped when he saw Jeff who handed his father-in-law the brush.
"Time for the grand finale dear..the brush has arrived!" Gerry declared , sitting on the edge off the bed.
"AAAAW!" Janet groaned , hauling herself to an upright position.
She removed the soap from her mouth and gazed back to examine her rear ,  allowing herself a brief rub.
"Come on young lady...get over....we don't have all day!" Gerry commanded.
He was clearly relishing the task of warming his wife's shapely behind some more.


Janet looked briefly at Jeff and Nancy before draping herself over Gerry's lap.
"This might get a bit loud guys....she hates the brush!" Gerry beamed.
"Just get on with it Gerry!" Janet growled at him.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
"OW!" "OOW!" "OW!" "OOOOW!"
"With pleasure darling!" Gerry replied with a wolfish grin.


Jeff returned to a grimacing Nancy whose jaw dropped when she saw Jeff was holding the strap her father had just scorched her mother's bottom with.
"Now Jeff....NO.....I'm so sorry...pleeeease....not the belt."Nancy pleaded
"Turn around , palms on the wall and stick out that naughty bottom of yours!
You really didn't think you'd get of that easy did you?" Jeff smirked.
Nancy pouted and faced the wall.
"Just one more thing....turn your head please." Jeff ordered.
When Nancy's head turned she saw he was holding a large bar of soap.
"Now that I know what you said to the Referee we need to wash out that little potty mouth of yours don't we? Open wide Nancy." he scolded.
Nancy moaned and gagged on the soap when Jeff rammed it in.
'CRAAAACK!' "GMMMMPH!"
'CRAACK!' "GRRRRMPH!"
The thick leather whipped against Nancy's already punished backside and she struggled to stay in place until Jeff had administered a full dozen whacks.
In between strokes she could hear her Mother's howls and the hairbrush crack against bare skin.
Her Dad was right....she was noisy without the soap in her mouth!






Gerry and Jeff sat on the sofa sipping their beers and examining the red card sitting on the coffee table before them.
They turned their heads to look at their wives who were once again pressing their noses against the wall.
This time their hands were placed on top of their heads to avoid any attempts to rub their sore bottoms and their pants were at half mast allowing their glowing red bottoms to be on full display.
"I'd say we matched the colour just about right don't you Gerry?" Jeff asked teasingly.
Gerry tilted his head and studied the card.
"Hmmmm.....I'm not so sure Jeff...why don't you go fetch a couple of wooden spoons from the kitchen.....this job isn't done yet.!"
Janet's jaw dropped and she  looked at her daughter whose eyes were as large as saucers.
"I HATE SOCCER!" she said.





















Tuesday, June 23, 2015

The Hen Party Present - Part 2 - A short spanking story

I know the story in the previous post was supposed to be short , but for some reason I couldn't leave it there so I have come up with a continuation in order to keep everyone happy.


Brendan's eyes brightened as he studied the 6 red lines he had painted on his fiancée's pert bare bottom with the cane.
It was so wonderful to watch Lindsay's cheeks jiggle as the cane snapped across them and her girlish yelps and apologies after each one.
His only regret is that it was over so fast.
Lindsay gyrated her hips and backside seductively.
"Thank you Sir I needed that." she purred.
"That's not all you need sweetheart!" Brendan chortled and began undoing his pants.


He was suddenly startled by a piercing female voice with a distinctly upper class English accent.
"What on earth is going on here !"
When Brendan turned he saw it was Jennifer , Lindsay's friend who had given her the cane and accessories as a present at the Hen Party.


"Jennifer? What are you doing here?" he stammered.
Lindsay remained in position with her striped bare bottom on display giggling girlishly.
Jennifer wore the same Schoolteacher's board on her head and had a cane of her own in her right hand.
She also wore a long black gown which draped down to her thighs to reveal black stockings and heels.
Brendan noted that Jennifer's cane was much thicker than the one he was holding.


Bending the cane with both hands , Jennifer stared imperiously into Brendan's eyes.
"It's Miss Bradshaw to you...and would you care to explain why you caned this poor girl on her bare bottom?
Surely you are familiar with the school rules ?
Girls can only be caned on the hand and not more than four strokes." she scolded.


Lindsay looked up with an impish grin.
"I tried to tell him Ma'am but he just wouldn't listen. Can I get up now please?" she said.
Jennifer sighed , "Yes you may...and cover up that bare bottom please..."
Springing to her feet , Lindsay cheekily stuck out a tongue at a red-faced Brendan , rubbed her bottom and restored her panties and skirt.


This time it was Jennifer who paced in front of Brendan , her heels echoing throughout the room.
"What are we to do with you?" she mused , her full lips pursing ,  her powerful gaze freezing Brendan to the spot.
"I think he should get a caning Miss ....just like mine....only worse....a real boy's caning!" Lindsay chirped excitedly.
Finally Brendan spoke, "Now listen hear Jen...I...."
His speech was halted when Jennifer whacked the cane loudly on the desk.
Brendan flinched.
"Did I not tell you to refer to me as Miss Bradshaw?" she seethed.


Brendan felt a shiver in his spine and his confidence crumbling before this powerful female.
"Yes...Miss Bradshaw....sorry Miss Bradshaw."
His fiancée put a hand to her mouth to cover her snicker.
"That's better." Jennifer said and began pacing again.
"This is the senior cane.....specifically designed to punish deserving male bottoms. That swishy little wand you used will sting....but this will HURT!" she said , emphasising the last word.


"School policy states that boys are to be caned on the seat of their trousers with up to 12 strokes .
For Senior boys , my position permits me the discretion to administer the 12 strokes on the bare bottom!" she announced.


Beads of sweat formed on Brendan's brow and his face had an expression of pure fear.
He looked at Lindsay for support but she only smiled and shrugged.
"I think you deserve the maximum punishment for what you did to that poor girl...don't you agree?" Jennifer declared.
"But...but it was..."
"SILENCE!" Jennifer bellowed and Brendan stiffened.


"Drop those trousers and bend over that desk boy or would you prefer I take you over my knee like a junior and spank your bare bottom with my brush?" Jennifer ordered.
Brendan wanted to resist and stop this now.
He stared at the senior cane.
It was clearly a weapon of 'ass destruction'.
Despite his urge and ability to stop the proceedings , Brendan found himself undoing his trousers and obediently bending over the desk.


"Stretch right out and grab the end of the desk boy." Jennifer instructed.
The position presented his backside perfectly for a good caning.
He felt his shirt tail being hoisted up and Jennifer's fingers grip the waistband of his briefs.
Brendan felt the cool breeze on his bared bottom as she slowly peeled them down to his knees.


Jennifer swished the cane menacingly the same way Lindsay had earlier.
"What a wonderfully canable bottom he has. It's going to look so much nicer with a dozen nice red welts on it!" she teased.
Brendan's face was pressed against the wooden desk and he glanced over at Lindsay who was an animated spectator.
He felt the can tapping against his cheeks and clenched them in anticipation.
"Well? I'm waiting ..." Jennifer asked impatiently.
Brendan looked confused.
"I'm waiting for you to ask your Mistress to give you a sound bare-bottom caning." she clarified.
There was a long pause as Brendan contemplated a response which might earn him some leniency.
"Please may I have a full dozen strokes Ma'am....HARD STROKES MA'AM!"
Jennifer smiled and looked at Lindsay.
"With pleasure..." she said and raised the cane high in the air.









Friday, June 19, 2015

The Hen Party Present - A short spanking story

Brendan sipped on his beer and casually looked over his fiancée , Lindsay's , shoulder while she enthusiastically showed him the gifts from her 'Bachelorette Hen Party'.
Lindsay pulled a face and held up a rather lewd pair of crotch-less panties.
"My crazy Aunt Violet gave me these!"
Brendan cackled loudly , " Your Aunt Violet just became MY favorite Aunt!"


Lindsay was not amused and frowned at Brendan.
"If you thought those were kinky , have a look at what Jennifer gave me !" she announced , and produced a teacher's black mortar board hat and a long , thin cane with a curved handle.
"The card says 'for naughty boys and girls' "


This time , instead of laughing , Brendan blushed and was rendered silent.
Seizing on her fiancée's discomfort , Lindsay put on the hat , stood up and began making whistling sounds with the cane as she swished it through the air.
Her fiancée  flinched visibly when Lindsay began tapping the cane menacingly against her palm.


"According to Jennifer there would be less divorces if more married couples used one of these !" she said." I think it would be good for our marriage don't you honey? No arguing or silent treatment ....just a good caning on the bottom and it's over?"
Brendan gulped , opened his mouth but nothing came out.
Lindsay began pacing in front of him with the cane , her heels clicking against the wooden floor.
"What's wrong Brendan? Cat got your tongue ? Do you agree or not ?"


Brendan brought his gaze up from his shoes.
"Ah...em...yes...I suppose so....." he stammered nervously.
A satisfied grin spread over Lindsay's face.
"So why don't we get started right now then  honey?" she asked.
Brendan's brow furrowed and he stared at the cane.
"Us? Now?"
His fiancé giggled, "Yes NOW silly....why don't you go to the bedroom and I'll be there in 5 minutes" and she turned on her heel and left the room.


Brendan stood there for a moment , wondering what to do.
The bulge in his pants told him to go to the bedroom.
A few whacks across his backside with the cane would be worth it for some hot sex with Lindsay afterwards.


After standing in the bedroom for a full 10 minutes , he looked at his watch again but there was still no sign of Lindsay.
Then the door opened and when Lindsay walked in Brendan's jaw dropped almost to the floor.
His fiancée's long blonde hair was tied in pigtails and she wore a tight white blouse cut high at the waist , her pert breasts straining against the material , a very short plaid skirt , and knee -length white stockings.


She handed the cane and mortar board hat to Brendan and seductively pouted her lips .
"I'm sooooo late ! I'm  sorry for keeping you waiting Sir....I guess I need a lesson in punctuality?" she purred , her voice high-pitched and girlish.
Her eyes grew large and her tongue licked her lips when she eyed the growing bulge in her husband's crotch.


Taken by surprise , Brendan quickly fought to regain his composure , donned the hat and began swishing the cane the same way Lindsay had done only a few moments earlier.
"Yes indeed you have been very tardy young lady and not for the first time mind you....we're going to put a stop to this right now!" he said firmly , rapidly gaining confidence.


Lindsay stood up straight , her nipples pressing against her thin blouse.
"Yes Sir....I'm always keeping us late.....am I going to be punished?" she asked with another pout.


Brendan paced around her , eying the curves of her body , squeezed into that provocative costume.
He turned to face her and she looked up at him in anxious anticipation.
"You're going to receive 6 of the best young lady.....now bend over and touch your toes!" he bellowed.
Lindsay played the part , looking genuinely scared by her future husband's newfound demeanour.


"But Sir....girls get caned on the hand.....only boys get it on their bottom !" she purred , offering her tiny white palms in front of her.
Brendan leaned closer , "Don't you dare tell me how to do my job girl ! Just for that you'll get your 6 on  your bare bottom!"
Lindsay tried to look scared but was struggling to contain her excitement.


"I said bend over girl or I'll add extra strokes!" he repeated.
Lindsay shuffled forward and leaned over , thrusting out her shapely rear end.
Her short skirt barely concealed a saucy little white thong underneath.
Brendan raised the skirt and peeled down the tiny undies  to reveal his fiancée's pert bottom in all its glory.
"Touch those toes girl....and get that bottom right out!" he ordered and Lindsay promptly complied.


Studying the target , he lined the cane up against the creamy white , silky skin of Lindsay's glorious twin globes.
Her cheeks flinched instinctively.
"Give it to me Sir....give it to me hard!" Lindsay gasped hoarsely.
"Oh I will....I certainly will..." came the reply.





Sunday, June 7, 2015

Spanking a naughty whale tail - MF Spanking story

Those whale tails really enhance the female bottom so beautifully I just couldn't leave the subject without posting another story - this time with that delectably displayed female bottom on the receiving end. Dana's feeling pretty pleased with herself but her husband Simon doesn't find her mode of dress to his liking......



Simon Blackwell drank in the sight of his wife Dana as she sat at the picnic table in their back yard.
Her low cut jeans and tiny white lace thong displayed most of her behind in a classic whale tail.
His gaze was still affixed to Dana's shapely appendage when he sat beside her.
Noticing her husband's reaction , Dana grinned impishly.
"Quite the sight isn't it honey?" she asked proudly.


Her husband raised a brow at her , "It's very cute dear but not the proper attire for a family barbeque ....why don't you go change before our guests arrive.?" he suggested ,  with a tone more like an order than a request.


His feisty wife bristled at his tone , "I'll do no such thing! ",she responded indignantly.
Simon fought to control his anger.
There was no way he was going to fall into the trap of losing his temper , swearing and getting himself in trouble instead of his wife.
Dana had tried the ploy before,  successfully turning the tables and earning her husband a sound whacking with the paddle - but not this time !


"Honey it looks great on you , but I'd rather you didn't have most of your bare ass on display for all our guests to see." he replied calmly.
Furious at her husband's new-found calmness , Dana went into full outrage mode ....standing up , hands on hips and stomping her foot for emphasis.
"You can't tell me what to wear so why don't you get back to burning our food !" she yelled.


Simon stood up also , towering over his petite spouse.
"Dana you're behaving like a brat now so be careful...I still have time to take you inside and deal with you ." he warned.
Dana looked up at him defiantly. "OH YEA?" she challenged.


Before she could react , Simon had scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"Put me down you ass-hole!", she hollered , pounding her fists futilely against Simon's broad back.
She was rewarded with a sound smack to the seat of her partially covered bottom which really stung.
"OW!", she squealed.


Simon carried her indoors and dumped her unceremoniously on the bed.
Athletically, Dana bounced up and picking up the closest thing to her , an alarm clock , threw it at Simon.
Simon paused for a second as the clock whistled past his ear and hit the wall.
Opening her dresser drawer he looked determinedly at his wife.
"OK you asked for it!" he smirked and took out the hairbrush.


His wife's demeanour immediately changed.
"No Simon....please ...not the brush....I'm sorry..." she pleaded.
Simon pulled out the straight back chair from its place in the corner and seized Dana by the wrist.
"Please Simon.....that's gonna hurt too much and I won't be able to sit for the barbeque..." she whined.
Simon sat on the chair and easily flipped her over his sturdy thighs.
"You should have thought about that before you started that foul-mouthed tantrum!" he scolded.


Simon took a moment to admire the amazing sight before him.
Dana was right ....her ass sure was quite a sight !
With a single tug he yanked her jeans right down below her knees.
The tiny thong would offer her no protection from what was to come but he peeled those down anyway.
Spankings were always bare-bottomed in the Blackwell household !
"OOOOH! I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS SIMON!" Dana threatened , twisting to look her husband in the face.


Her bare cheeks instinctively clenched when they felt the back of the brush tapping against them to signal her spanking was about to begin.
'WHOP!' 'WHOP!' 'WHOP!' 'WHOP!' 'WHOP!'
"OOOOW!" "OUCH!" STOPPIT!"
Simon cracked the back of the brush heartily against his wife's jiggling cheeks.
'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!'
"OOW!" "AIOOOW!" "NOOOO!" "OUCH!"
Simon spanked harder and faster , alternating from cheek to cheek.
Dana squirmed frantically to avoid the spanks raining down and kicked her feet wildly.
One of her pumps flew off and crashed against the wall but Simon kept on spanking.


Dana's bottom was a blazing red now , with two white 'hotspots' forming on the crest of each cheek.
By this time she was a blubbering mess , wailing incoherently , apologizing and promising to behave.
Finally Simon stopped spanking and Dana flinched when his palms caressed her flaming hot cheeks.
"I'm sorry Simon....of course I'll change into something else...." she sobbed.
"You'll do no such thing young lady...no clean yourself up and come outside before people start arriving.


It was only when Dana had restored her thong and jeans over her swollen , throbbing behind that she realised that the effects of her sound spanking would be quite visible through he skimpy attire.
Simon chuckled when she walked stiffly outside examining her rear-quarters.
"Everyone's gonna know I got spanked!" she frowned.
"Its your own fault honey." Simon replied with a smirk.
"It's not funny Simon.....my ass is on fire!" Dana retorted.
"As it should be my dear....now have a seat and enjoy your drink." he said pointing to a pillow he had placed on the picnic table beside her Margarita.




















Friday, May 15, 2015

Spanked for whale tail watching - FM Spanking story


Linda almost dropped the drinks she had fetched for  her boyfriend Nick and her older sister Dana , when she spied Nick  lustily staring at Dana's rear end as they sat together at the picnic table.
"NICK!" Linda yelled , startling the pair.
Her boyfriend immediately flushed red when he realised he was caught.

"What's up Linda ?" Dana asked. She had never seen her little sister so angry.
Linda set down the drinks , out both hands on her hips and confronted Nick.
"I just saw this 'pig' ogling your butt!" she seethed, pointing an accusing finger at her flustered boyfriend.
"....b..but honey...I..."he babbled , his expression filled with guilt.

Dana giggled , "Well it is quite a sexy sight!" she quipped gazing at the view behind her.
She was proudly showing off her 'whale bone' , a white lace thong exposed over her low riding jeans which also revealed an eye-catching view of a good portion of her shapely twin globes.
"You naughty boy....whatever are we going to do with you ?" she teased , wagging a finger at Nick.

"AAAAAH!" Nick howled when Linda hauled him to his feet by his ear.
"Just wait until we get you home mister!" she scolded.
"OUCH!" Nick yelped when his girlfriend delivered a loud whack to the seat of his denims , turning the heads of the other picnickers.
"Count yourself lucky I don't put you over my knee right now and paddle your bare bottom in front of everyone!" she threatened.

When his girlfriend released his grip , an embarrassed Nick attempted to sit down but Linda was having none of it.
"This picnic is over for you...", she began , "....there's a Walmart on the other side of the park so you can get your little tushie over there and buy yourself a nice little thong like Dana's !"
Nick looked puzzled.
"You want me to buy your sister a thong?" he asked.

The two sisters looked at each other and cackled loudly.
"The thong is for YOU silly!" Linda explained.
" I would say a ladies large should fit him nicely don't you Dana ?"
Dana posed , a wry smile playing on her face.

"Your kidding?" Nick blurted.
"You know I'm not Nick....we want to make sure the punishment fits your crime so you're going to be wearing it for the rest of the day - and when I blister your backside with my hairbrush tonight !" his girlfriend declared.
Nick's jaw dropped.
"Aw Honey....not the  brush please ..." he pleaded , looking at Dana for sympathy.
"Naughty boys get spanked so best be on your way naughty boy." Dana laughed.
The two sisters returned to their picnic , chatting and laughing heartily as they watched Nick begin his trek .

Poor Nick endured a thoroughly humiliating experience at the Walmalt store , packed with Saturday afternoon shoppers.
The amused glances of ladies as he dwelled in the lingerie section in search of the thong , the seemingly never-ending wait in the line-up clutching his purchase , the look from the young cashier and pack-boys as he paid for his large , white lace thong.

He had considered purchasing some other items so the thong did not look so conspicuous but he knew Linda would be checking his bill and may even send him back to the store if she thought he had not followed her instructions to the letter.

Back at the park , the two sisters had finished eating and giggled excitedly when they saw Nick approaching.
"You sure have that boyfriend of yours under control now Sis!" Dana said.
Linda hugged her sister , "All thanks to you Dana. I was ready to break up with him until you told me to give the 'Blackwell' system a try. It sure worked to turn him around , but he's still a work in progress I'm afraid."
Dana chuckled , "Did you see his face when you mentioned the hairbrush? You must be getting pretty good at it now."
Linda nodded , "Yes he's terrified of it ....just the sight of it makes him jump so I always keep it in plain view as you suggested!"

"Let's see if our dirty little man did as he was told shall we?" Linda said putting her hand out to receive the bag from Nick.
His face flushed red when Linda made a point of holding the thong in the air for all to see while she and her sister teased him.
"On he's gonna look cute in that Linda!" Dana said.
"Yea....and they're not going to give him much protection from my hairbrush I'm afraid!" Linda grinned

Linda handed the thong to Nick.
"OK now go put them on." she demanded.
"WHAT? HERE?" Nick asked trying to lower his voice.
Linda glared sternly at him , "I don't care where you do it but I want you wearing these for the rest of the day for being such a pervert."
Nick looked around for a private spot to change while the sisters looked on grinning with arms folded.
The park was busy but he was able to find a clutch of trees large enough for him to quickly change into the tiny thong .

He felt quite ridiculous when he returned to the girls who were thoroughly enjoying the events.
Nick had a feeling his public embarrassment was not over.
"Are you sorry Nick ?" Linda asked.
Nick's head bowed , "Yes...I'm sorry for....I'm sorry for being a dirty pervert..." he managed to say.
"Well if you really mean that you can kneel down and kiss both of our asses!" Linda demanded.
"Seriously?" Nick asked , his eyes darting around.
Linda raised a brow , "Pucker up mister!"

Adam walked behind the girls and dropped to his knees.
He could not resist drinking in the sight of the cute twin behinds , both in low ride jeans exposing bare cheeks below thong whale tails.
He pursed his lips and pressed them against Linda's left cheek and then her right.
Shuffling on his knees , he planted two kisses on Dana's luscious cheeks.
He could feel his erection straining against the thong when he rose.
Linda looked at him ,"Did I give you permission to stand ? Back on your knees....give us both a foot massage.
Nick's act did not go unnoticed by fellow picnickers nearby , some of whom applauded when he dropped to his knees again.

Nick sat in silence for the remainder of the picnic as the two sisters chatted amiably.
His bottom tingled at the thought of his fate later at home.
That awful hairbrush of Linda's hurt like heck and having to take his punishment in front of Dana would add to his humiliation.
By the time the trio returned to Linda's apartment he just wanted to get it over with.

"OK let show Dana and I what you look like in your new undies shall we ?" Linda teased.
Nick stripped and stood before the pair , his erection peeking over the tiny triangle of material.
"He seems pretty excited Linda ." Dana said studying Nick's throbbing shaft.
Linda was already tapping the big hairbrush against her palm.
"Don't worry this will soon take care of that !" she grinned.
Linda sat down on the big chair and patted her lap."Over you go mister."

Nick draped himself over his girlfriend's inviting lap.
Dana giggled at the sight of his pale , muscular backside framed by the string of the tiny thong.
"Your right sis ..that thong isn't going to give him much protection!" she laughed.

'WHACK!''WHACK!''WHACK!''WHACK!''WHACK!''WHACK!'
"OOOW!" "AIOOOOW!" "OOOOW!"
Linda did not believe in warm-ups and began cracking the back of the hairbrush against her man's vulnerable rump with venom.
Her arm rose high and she swung the brush in a tennis like swing , a look of determination on her face as she went to work tanning Nick's naughty behind.

Dana sat back in the armchair and took in the show.
She was impressed by her young sister's technique and even she winced as the brush cracked hard against Nick's bare flesh.
Her kid sister had learned well.
Nick was howling from the first whack , struggling and squirming all over his girlfriend's lap.
Linda noticed his erection had disappeared already.
She picked up the pace.
'WHAP!''WHAP!''WHAP!''WHAP!''WHAP!''WHAP!'
'WHOP!'WHOP!'WHOP!'WHOP!'
"WAAAAH!" "I'M SORRY!""AAAAAAH"  "I'M REALLY SORRY!"
Nick was becoming frantic now , his howls turning to girlish squeals.

Linda paused to catch her breath and examine her handiwork.
His entire ass and upper thighs was a blazing red hue with white burn spots on both cheeks.
He would not be sitting comfortably for some time after this.
Linda looked at her sister.
"Can you fetch the leather belt hanging in my closet please Dana.I'll be just the thing to make sure he gets the point."
Dana nodded in agreement , amused at Nick's horrified reaction to the introduction of the belt.
"Please Honey....not the belt....my butt is already sore .....I said I was sorry..." he pleaded.
Linda taunted him , "Is poor little Nickie's bottom soresie worsie?"

Ironically the next phase of his punishment would be with the thin belt Nick wore to work most days so would be  a constant reminder for him.....not to mention sitting!
The belt was braided which added to it's sting and would leave braided welts on his behind for days.
Linda loved the belt because it let her really thrash his behind and address those sensitive areas like the cleft between his cheeks and the inside of his thighs.
As per the Blackwell doctrine , she would be focussing exclusively on these areas for the rest of his spanking.

Although it was offering no protection , Linda put her fingers in the waistband of Nic's thong and peeled it off.
"You're bare bottom for the rest mister....open wide!" she ordered.
Dana  raised a brow and then applauded when her sister stuffed the undies in her boyfriend's mouth.
Linda looked at her sister , "Just in case the neighbours hear....this tends to get him squealing like a banshee!" she said waving the belt.

'THWAP!''THWAP!''WHAP!''THWAP!''WHAP!''WHAP!''THWAP!'
"MMMMFFF!" "GGGGGMMMMFFF!"
Linda whipped the belt against her chosen target areas as Nick  gagged , gurgled and writhed on her lap.
She used backhand and forehand strokes to the sensitive spots that would keep her man remembering this spanking for some time.

Dana looked on in awe of her sister so thoroughly whipping poor Nick's backside.
His entire rear quarters were a real mess , similar to her husband Simon;s when she thrashed him like that.
When Linda finally finished , she guided Nick into the corner , hands on head for some quite reflection.

Out of breath , Linda sat beside Dana and admired her handiwork.
"Stop that blubbering and stay in that corner until you're ready to give Dana a proper apology!" she scolded.
"Wow Sis....you really gave it to him good this time!" Dana remarked.
Linda smiled , "He's going to be wearing the thong and the belt to work tomorrow!"
"Well his butt does look quite cute in it?" Dana observed.
"Hmmmm....maybe we should send him back to Walmart to buy some low ride jeans to show off his whale tale too ?" she mused.





Monday, May 4, 2015

The Spanking Sergeants - MF Spanking Story



Sergeant Simon Blackwell sat behind his desk ,shifting uncomfortably on the hard wooden chair.
The grimace on his face transformed into a smile when his fellow Sergeant Adam entered the office they shared.
He also wore a grimace and under his arm was a small pillow.
Adam tossed the pillow onto the chair and carefully lowered himself onto it.

"I guess Betty gave you the same as I got from Dana huh ?" Simon sympathized.
Adam groaned when he put his weight on his sore backside.
The pillow didn't help much.
"Geez that woman knows how to swing that paddle....I've got blisters on my blisters!" he remarked.

Simon nodded agreement, "The girls know we spend most of the day Friday sitting at our desks so I was kind of expecting they would schedule their payback for last night!"
"Yea...I thought they'd forgotten about our little escapade Monday night..."Adam said.
"They never forget buddy!" Simon declared.

Back at the house , Dana and Betty were sharing stories about last night's discipline session over a cup of coffee.
"Boy did we catch them by surprise last night Dana....the look on Adam's face when I told him it was time for his paddling was precious.....did I ever give it to him good!" Betty chuckled.
Dana giggled , "Yea they're gonna be reminded of their latest prank all day long today sitting on their sore behinds!"

"How about we celebrate by doing some shopping....we both need some new outfits for the gym?" Betty suggested.
Dana frowned , "I dunno Betty.....Simon has been asking me all week if the bills have been paid but I've been putting it off..."
"Don't worry Dana , there'll be lots of time for that! I have a pile of bills to take care of as well but they can wait !" Betty reasoned.

Dana loved spending and shopping but hated paying bills , which is why Simon insisted she take responsibility for the task.
"There is a big sale at Lulu-lemons and Simon does like the way they show off my butt?" she thought.
"Now you're talking girl.....Adam can't keep his hands off my ass when I wear those yoga pants so paying the bills will be the last thing on his mind!" Betty gushed.
"That's what we need to be worried about Betty. Simon warned me he would tan my butt good if we get any late charges!"

Betty looked concerned.
"Wait a minute girlfriend....are you telling me you get spanked also?"
"Of course , it's only fair..." Dana replied , "I don't get it as hard as Simon gets it but he spanks pretty hard!"
"There's no way Adam is spanking me!" Betty declared putting a palm to her bottom.
Dana grinned , "Yes he will ....but only when you deserve it , and believe me it won't be anywhere near as often as the guys get it. Anyway , we still have time to get back and handle the bills so its a moot point!"
"OK lets go !" Betty giggled.

Back at the base , Simon was busy looking at the base budget .
"Private Jennings get in here now!" he hollered.
Corporal Jennings was a cute 22 year old female recruit who handled some accounting duties.
Within seconds , Jennings was standing at attention in front of him , her pert breasts pressed against her tunic and her long blonde hair pinned up in a bun which hi-lited her cheekbones and natural good looks.

Across from Simon , Adam had a broad grin on his face as he took in the sight of Private Jennings' cute behind in her tight fatigues.
Simon waved a paper in front of the Private's eyes.
"This supplier says he will no longer supplying to the mess because we haven't paid his bills....what's going on Private?" he yelled.
Private jennings' face flushed.
"I'm sorry Sir....there was a problem with the invoices ....I was meaning to call the supplier but I guess I forgot....." she squeaked.
"Well your forgetfulness has caused a problem Private......we need this order to be delivered today and we have no credit.....what do you propose we do?" he asked.
"I don't know Sir.....sorry Sir!" came the reply.

Simon felt his erection grow at the sight of the pretty girl before him looking so vulnerable.
He wished he could give her a spanking and had a brief picture of her shapely bare bottom over his lap.
Simon's voice lowered.
"I'll tell you what I'll do Private. I'll pay for this order on my own credit card and you will get your butt down there with the truck to pick it up.
Then you will get back here and stay as long as it takes to sort out the account. Understand?"
"YESSIR!" the Private replied before being excused.
Simon felt his erection growing as he watched the Private's sweet bottom jiggle as she marched out.
"Control yourself Simon....I know what you're thinking.....same as me!" Adam cackled.

At the Yoga store , Dana eagerly browsed through the clothes on the rack as Betty stood beside here.
"What's up Betty? You look like you're a million miles away..." Dana asked.
Betty put a finger to her chin in contemplation.
"So what's it like to be spanked?" she asked.
Dana sighed , "I told you we're not going to be spanked Betty....but if you must know it hurts of course but it also feels kinda good.."
"Whatcha mean 'good'?" Betty asked.
"You know....having a strong man take charge , scold you and put you over his lap and smack your bare bottom like a naughty schoolgirl......your bottom burns and it just feels good.....especially  afterwards we're both so horny we....."
"ok ok I get the picture!" Betty giggled and noticed a tingling in her bottom.

"What do you mean my credit card was put on hold?" Simon screamed angrily down the phone.
After venting some more he slammed the receiver down.
"I told Dana to pay that bill weeks ago! Boy is she gonna get it tonight.." he seethed.
" Don't worry simon I'll use my credit card for this.....Betty's always on top of the bills at our house." Adam said , picking up the phone. "....and just what is Dana getting?"

"Why a darn good bare-bottom spanking ...that's what !" Simon announced.
A stunned  Adam paused before dialing , "You spank Dana?"
"Of course....not as hard as I get it  of course , but enough to teach her a lesson when she does dumb things like this!" Simon said.
A broad grin spread over his friend's face.
"So that means I get to spank Betty when she screws up!" he announced excitedly and resumed dialing the supplier.
Simon just shook his head and chuckled to himself.
"What do you mean it's been cancelled?" Simon looked up when he heard Adam's conversation.
Adam put down the phone and looked at Simon in disbelief.
"I don't know what Betty's been up to but the credit limit on our card has been exceeded.....we're screwed man!"
Simon thought for a moment before reluctantly picking up the phone.
"Who are you calling Simon?"Adam asked.
"First my Mother to ask her to use her credit card.....and then that wife of mine!" he seethed.


Dana sighed impatiently when her cell phone rang but picked it up when she saw it was Simon's work number.
"Hi honey....I was going to call you later to ask you how your poor bottom is feeling this morning.... That was quite the job I did on it last night wasn't it dear?" Dana teased.
Her husband squirmed on his seat when reminded of his bottom roasting before refocusing on the task at hand.
"Yes it was...." he began.
"UH UH?" Dana interrupted.
There  was a brief pause.
"Yes it was a good job....Ma'am!"
Dana tutted , "I hope that isn't attitude I detect honey.....or you'll be getting another dose of the paddle when you get home...."
"Where are you Dana?" he asked impatiently.
"I really don't like your tone mister..." Dana began, "...if you must know I'm in the changing room at the yoga store bare-assed and with one leg in a pair of yoga pants!"
Simon took a moment to take a mental picture of his wife and felt that bulge in his pants again.
"Well I'd advise you not to buy those pants unless you want to be embarrassed like I was....the card has been put on hold for non-payment." he told her.
Dana felt a shiver go up her spine and immediately knew she was in trouble.
"Are you sure its not a mistake honey? I'm pretty sure I paid it...." she replied meekly.
"Apparently not , but you're the one who supposed to pay the bills , what do you think.
Dana's proud tone digressed to that of a naughty little girl , "I guess I forgot then...."


"Here's what you're going to do young lady.
You're going to hi-tail that cute little butt of yours out of the store and sit down and take care of ALL the bills like you're supposed to.
Then you can go in the kitchen and pick the implement of your choice for the spanking I'm going to give you when I get home....got it?" Simon lectured.
"YESSIR!" his wife replied.
Simon smiled , "...and by the way , as we speak , your friend Betty is having a similar call with Adam and she will be coming over to our place to get her spanking too! So you can help her pick an implement also. Since the pair of you screwed up together you're going to get spanked together!"


Dana's jaw dropped but when she peaked out the dressing room door at Betty she looked stunned and was staring  at her cellphone in disbelief.
Simon wasn't kidding.
It was bad enough getting a spanking but to get it in front of her friends was added punishment.
"Please Simon....can't we talk about this?" she pleaded.
"UH UH?" he cautioned.
"Please can we talk about this SIR?" she replied.
She knew there was no going back now and she deserved to be punished but she had to try.
"Oh yes....we'll be having a long , private conversation after you and Betty have been punished!" came the terse reply.


Dana and Betty reluctantly returned their intended purchases to the store clerk , both looking very worried.
"The guys are really mad.....we'd best get home and catch up on the bills and hope  they've calmed down by the time they get home  !" Dana lamented.
"Is there anything wrong with the pant's ladies?" the clerk asked.
"No...we just can't buy them now because our butts are going to be too sore and swollen to fit into them ..." Dana replied sarcastically , leaving the clerk with a puzzled look on her face.
"Will our butts really be that sore Dana ?" Betty asked.
"Unfortunately yes Betty....you won't even want to wear panties never mind tight yoga pants !"
Betty gulped.


Back at the base , Simon and Adam had managed to clear up matters with the supplier thanks to Simon's mother Janet.
"Thanks Mom..." Simon said into the phone as Adam waved to him on his way out.
"See you at your place in an hour bud !"
Janet could not resist offering her son some advice.
"You know what your Father would do to me if I had done that don't you son?" she asked.
Simon sighed , "I have a pretty good idea Mom....but I have a feeling you're going to tell me anyway.."


Janet began , "I remember when we were first married there was this beautiful coffee table I liked , but money was tight then so your Father thought we couldn't afford it. Of course , headstrong me went out and bought it anyway. I knew it would earn me a spanking but I figured it was worth it.
Boy was I wrong!
Your Dad was livid and determined to teach me a lesson.
He had me strip and kneel on all fours on the coffee table for my punishment.


I must have knelt there , stark naked for a good hour waiting for him to come in and give me my licking.
It gave me time to think about how selfish I'd been.
When he did come back he had the thick , two-tailed strap I'd use on his tough hide. It was the only time he ever used it on me.....boy did it sting!
By the 10th whack I was bawling and promising I would take the coffee table back but he kept going.
I  had trouble sitting for the rest of the week but I never did anything like that again I can tell you.
Funny thing was your Dad let me keep the damn coffee table ....and it reminded me of that thrashing every time we used it!"
His Mother's story stirred something in Simon's as he pictured Dana on all fours with her shapely butt thrust out , but his dreaming was interrupted by the return of Private Jennings.
"Excuse me Sir!  You wanted to see me Sir!" she announced.
"Gotta go Mom....love you!" Simon said to Janet
 Private Jennings smiled. Her tough Sergeant had a heart.


Pulling himself back to military mode , Simon looked up at the blonde young lady before him.
"I was able to sort out the mess you created Private Jennings but there has to be some consequences. You're leave privileges will  be cancelled for this weekend.
The young lady's lips began to tremble and tears were welling in her eyes.
Simon could not resist a sensitive woman.
"Is that a problem Private?" he asked.
"No Sir...I deserve it....it's just that I was meeting someone this weekend....someone I like very much..." she sobbed.
Simon felt bad and handed her a tissue.
"Can't I have some other punishment Sir?"


A thought breezed across Simon's mind and his instinct told him to ignore it , but something stronger urged him to continue.
"If it was up to me I'd put you across my knee for a good spanking and send you home but...."
The Private's face lit up.
".....but what Sir?' she asked , her full lips pursed in an irresistible  pout.


Back home Dana's bottom tingled as she sat at the desk paying the bills.
She was dreading the spanking but in some way anticipating and looking forward to it , perhaps it was guilt?
It had been a while since Simon had spanked her but she had a feeling this one was going to be a doozie!
Just then she heard the door open and Betty's voice.
"Hi Dana.....your partner in crime is here to get ready for  punishment !" Betty called out.
"Finished paying the bills already ?" Dana asked.
"Yes! With Adam looking over my shoulder the whole time telling me how he's going to warm my butt. He sent me over to get an implement and get ready until Simon gets back.
Apparently he has to deal with that dumb blonde Private Jennings.
"You know if she hadn't screwed up this would never have happened. I hope Simon gives it to her good!"


A pang of jealousy pulsed through Dana's veins.
"You mean that cute little California blonde who wore that skimpy bikini at last year's BBQ?"
Betty nodded , "...yep....the very one....what's up Dana....do you think she'll offer something to Simon to get off the hook?"
That was exactly what Dana was thinking  as she fought the urge to drive over to the base and find out for herself.
"Relax Dana....that blonde does have a knock-out body , but Simon's a professional ...." Betty reasoned.
Dana could not get the thought of her handsome husband alone with a cute blonde out of her mind but fought her jealous feelings.
"No....you're right Betty .....I trust Simon....let's go to the kitchen and pick out our weapons of ass destruction !" she laughed.


' SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!'
"OW!"" OUCHIE!" "YEOOW!" "YOU SPANK HARD SIR!"
Simon paused to drink in the sight of Private Debbie Jennings' jiggling bare globes.
"I hope this will teach you a lesson Private ?" he asked , gently massaging the silky skin on her reddening cheeks.
It was such a delectable bottom , tanned except for the milky skin where her skin was covered by the tiny bikini.
Simon was well on his way to turning the milky white into a flaming red.
"YESSIR!" Debbie yelled.
Simon looked at the clock. It was almost 6pm. He had to wrap up this spanking and get ready for the next one.
His hand rose and he delivered a final salvo of rapid-fire spanks which had the Private bouncing and writhing all over his lap.
Her wiggling gave him a glimpse of her enticing private area , moist and neatly shaved in anticipation of her weekend date.
Simon felt a pang of guilt as he thought of what he would like to do after the spanking.
Debbie had to be very aware of his erection she had been grinding on for the past 15 minutes.
SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!'
"OW!"""  OOOOOW!" "OUCH!"
Simon guided the pretty blonde off his lap and onto her feet.


Her pert breasts jiggled when she hopped up and down rubbing her bottom.
Simon stood and gasped when he felt Debbie's hand eagerly grasp his erection.
Fighting his urges he wrenched himself away.
"Get those pants up Private. You're dismissed.!" he ordered.
Debbie pouted again and rubbed her hot bottom.
"I said your dismissed!" Simon repeated.


Simon still felt pangs of guilt when he arrived home but they dissipated somewhat when he drank in the sight of his repentant wife in her tight top and second skin yoga pants.
She looked amazing.
Dana put her arms around him and they enjoyed a lingering kiss.
Then she held out her arm and waved a large wooden spoon in front of him.
"I'm ready for my punishment Sir!"
"Me too!" Betty chirped , handing a big wooden spatula to Adam.


The two couples retreated to the privacy of the basement where the ladies had thoughtfully laid out two sturdy chairs.
Adam looked at Simon.
"This is going to be a long spanking and I've done enough sitting for one day!" he declared rubbing his still tender behind.
Simon bent his left knee and placed his foot on the chair.
Adam grinned and did the same.
"Over you go ladies!" they announced in unison.


The yoga pants worn by the two spankees left little to the imagination and seemed to hug the ample ass cheeks contained within.
Dana gasped when Simon placed his fingers in the waistband and slowly peeled them down to reveal her gorgeous twin globes.
Simon could not help comparing his wife's bottom to those of the delectable Debbie he had soundly spanked only minutes before.
Debbie's bottom was smaller and firmer and he loved the tan lines , but Dana had more curves and was just as spankable.
Two spankings in one day.....Simon could not believe his luck!














Sunday, April 26, 2015

Teaching the Boss's Wife....the Blackwell way - FM Spanking Story



Janet Blackwell paused to adjust her husband Gerry's position over her lap.
"Dammit Gerry! Will you stop that squirming around and take your spanking like a man?" she challenged
'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHOP!' 'WHOP!' 'CRAACK!'
"OW!" "OOW!" "AAAARGH!" "I'M SORRY MA'AM!"
Gerry howled and bucked on his wife's lap as her hairbrush peppered his backside with another stinging volley of whacks.


Janet paused again , this time to swing a shapely leg over both of Gerry's to hold him in place.
"Oh you're gonna be sorry alright Mister.....Ill teach you to go out to strip bars with that Boss of yours and then have  the gall to lie to me about it!" she lectured.
"But I didn't lie hun....I mean Ma'am....we were talking business with clients...." Gerry pleaded.
His wife sighed and raised her arm to resume the hair-brushing.
"You still haven't learnt your lesson have you darling? Well perhaps this will get through to you!" Janet replied.
'CRACK!' 'CRACK!' 'WHOP!' 'WHOP!' 'CRAACK!'
"GAAAH!" "OOOOOW!" "AAAH!"
Janet went to work with her hair-brush , aiming exclusively for the back of her naughty husband's tender thighs.
Despite his best efforts to avoid the onslaught , Gerry's wife had him well and truly pinned.
'CRACK!' 'CRACK!' 'TWWHAACK!' 'WHAAACK!' 'CRAACK!


Janet knew the spanking was finally making the right impression on Gerry so picked up the tempo.
He would still be feeling  this when he sat down at his desk on Monday.
"DAMMIT!",  Janet sighed when she heard the doorbell ring upstairs , "Who the hell could that be on a Saturday morning?"
A grateful smile crept over Gerry's face.
"Saved by the bell!" he joked. "OOOOW!" , his amusement was corrected by a particularly hard whack from his wife's brush to his behind.
"We're far from done her mister so get your nose into the corner and wait while I see who it is!" she ordered , spilling him unceremoniously onto the floor.


It was only when Janet had opened the door to find a tall , elegant , well-dressed lady , that she realised she still had the hairbrush in her hand.
She placed her hand behind her back to hide it as she studied the woman's face.
"You don't remember me Janet? We met at our husbands' work party.... Gerry works for my husband Nigel?" she said , extending a hand , "Lorna....Lorna Noonan".


Janet's face lit up when she realised it was indeed Gerry's new boss's wife at their door.
"Did I come at a bad time ?" Lorna asked , sensing Janet's discomfort.
"Er....um...no...no of course not....but if you're looking for Gerry he's er....ah....indisposed at the moment." she said , disguising a grin.
She had been making quite the racket downstairs with her hairbrush and Gerry's howling so she wondered if Lorna had been there long enough to hear .
"Actually I came to talk to you Janet." Lorna replied , cocking an eyebrow when she spied the big hairbrush in Janet's hand.
"Well you'd best come in then ..." Janet replied .


Downstairs in the basement , Gerry's ears were anxiously trying to decipher the conversation upstairs as he stood obediently in the corner fighting the urge to rub his blistered behind.
His face turned redder than his rump when he realised who Janet was talking to,
"SHIT! It's Nigel's wife..." he gasped.


Meanwhile his wife was reveling in the irony of the situation.
If only Lorna knew that she had been paddling Gerry for going to a strip club when the wife of his accomplice happened to arrive at their door.
"Have a seat Mrs. Noonan and I'll make us some tea!" Janet said loud enough for her husband to hear.
Gerry panicked , wondering what his wife was up to , but knew enough to stay in position.
"Darn it Janet....why didn't  you make an excuse and send her away!" he seethed.
On the plus side , at least his paddling was over ....for now.


The two women chatted amiably for a few minutes while the tea was being made while Gerry fidgeted nervously downstairs.
When Janet placed the tray on the coffee table , the hairbrush sat conspicuously beside it.
Lorna could not take her eyes off it and when Janet leaned over to remove it she was surprised when her visitor asked to look at it.
A mischievious grin played on Lorna's face as she tapped the back of the brush against her palm.
"They don't make them like this anymore do they? May I ask where you bought it?" she asked.
"Actually it's a family heirloom , passed down from my Mother to me....she got it from my Grandmother....and her Mother before that I think." Janet said.


Lorna smiled , "That explains your beautiful long hair....that old adage of 100 brush strokes a night must work!"
"Oh I doubt if it was ever used much to brush hair!" Janet replied, savouring the look on Mrs. Noonan's face before continuing.
"You see in our family , the Matriarch has always been responsible for discipline.
That old hairbrush has tanned many the naughty male bottom over the past few generations - and still gets used at least once a month here!
It's the secret of a long happy marriage...I'm proud to say we've never had a divorce in the family. This is the best marriage counsellor in the world !" Janet declared proudly staring at the sacred brush.

With a captive audience in Lorna , Janet went on to explain the history of the brush starting with her Great-Grandmother Beth back in the 1900's.
In fact she rambled on so much she completely lost track of time , completely forgetting that Gerry was still downstairs , bare-assed and waiting for the rest of his spanking.
"OMIGOSH GERRY!" she gasped , putting a hand to her mouth when she looked at the clock,
"What's wrong Janet?" a curious Lorna asked.
Janet quickly rose to her feet.
"Please excuse me for a few minutes Lorna, I just remembered I have some unfinished business with Gerry downstairs.....help yourself to tea...I won't be long.
With that she spun on her heel and made her way downstairs.

She was pleased to see her husband's still very red backside still waiting in the corner.
"Where the hell have you been !" Gerry complained impatiently.
'SMACK!' "OW!"
Janet smacked Gerry's rump so hard it was clearly heard by their guest upstairs.
Lorna cocked an eyebrow and smiled.

"Don't you dare speak to me in that tone! I'm far from finished with you yet mister.." she scolded.
Gerry's face flushed red when Janet informed him who their visitor was - and that she was still there.
"....but Janet....my spanking will have to wait....she'll hear!" he protested anxiously.
Janet walked to the cupboard and calmly retrieved the senior cane.
She swished it through the air and the familiar sound made Gerry's head twist around.
"Please Janet.." he pleaded.
"Since you're worried about the noise this will be quiet but effective...." she mused, "....the only thing is to keep you quiet...." she continued.
"Turn around and face me!" she barked.
Her husband's eyes grew as big as saucers when Janet wiggled out of her tight capri pants and peeled off her lace bikini undies.
"Open wide darling." she commanded , placing the garment under Gerry's nose.
Gerry hesitated for a moment , but the mere look on his wife's face told him he should obey.
His mouth opened and he gagged when Janet stuffed her panties in his mouth.
"That out to muffle the noises!" she giggled.
"Bend over the chair.....a dozen with this little gem out to be enough to finish your lessson!" she declared.

Meanwhile , upstairs Lorna's ears were perked listening for more.
'SWISH' 'WHACK!' "GGGGGHHH!"
The noise was subdued but still audible.
She cocked an eyebrow trying to comprehend the sounds coming from downstairs.
Lorna sipped her tea until she had counted out 12 strokes followed by the sound of Janet's scolding voice.
Downstairs , Janet was admiring her handiwork.
She placed a hand on the raised , red welts she had just painted on her husband's ass and thighs.
Gerry winced.
"Yes...very nice...that should last for a while...."she grinned."Now get dressed while I return to our guest..."

"Sorry about that Lorna....but some things between a husband and wife just can't wait can they?
Now where were we?" Janet said when she rejoined Lorna.
"Actually , I came here to apologize for the way Nigel spoke to you at the party last week.
You were right to reprimand him....unfortunately he can be a bit of a spoilt brat sometimes.
Anyway , I felt so bad about it I wanted to let you know ." Lorna said.

"It would mean more if Nigel had the courage to apologize himself Lorna.....don't you think it's about time you taught him some manners?" Janet replied.
"How on earth would I do that ?" Lorna chuckled.
Janet picked up the big brush on the table."As I told you....this is the secret to a happy marriage..."
Just then Gerry re-appeared and greeted their guest with a smile ....and a grimace.
"Hi Lorna....how nice of you to stop by....is there something I can do for you?" he asked.
The tone of his voice hinted that he was anxious for his boss's wife to leave.
"No Gerry....just girls stuff with Janet and I..." Lorna replied.
"Shall you tell Lorna about you and Nigel's exploits at the strip club or shall I ?" Janet interjected.
"Strip club? Why that little....." Lorna exclaimed.

While Gerry squirmed , Janet proceeded to bring her new friend up to date on her husband's after work activities.
Lorna was visibly shaken and angry.
"Why don't you run along while Lorna and I finish our chat ....and Gerry....don't  you dare call Nigel about this !" she warned.

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Nigel Doonan strutted into the house in his usual arrogant manner and gave his wife a peck on her cheek.
"Sorry I'm late Lorna....you know what it's like at the office.....even on weekends. Give me a minute to clean up before we go to dinner.
Lorna was already dressed for dinner in her elegant gown and heels and had been waiting for an hour.
"You couldn't call to let me know you'd be late?' she asked sternly.
Nigel shrugged , "Much too busy sweetie....now why don't you redo your lipstick or something while you're waiting!" came the reply.
Lorna could feel the rage build up inside her , but remembering Janet's advice she remained calm - but firm.

"Yes when I called the club the bartender told me you were very busy.....pushing $50's into a girl's undies!" she announced.
Nigel's face flushed red and his jaw dropped , guilt written all over his face.
"Seems like you and Gerry have been spending a lot of time there ?" she prodded.
"Gerry told you about that?" Nigel exclaimed incredulously.
Lorna grinned and gave her husband a good look at the brand new big wooden hairbrush in her right hand.
"Let's just say Janet 'beat it out of him' with this....just like I'm going to beat some manners into you!" she announced.
Lorna was in full gear now and went on to give her husband a lengthy and detailed lecture about his behaviour and her plan to repair their marriage.
All the time he remained silent , his eyes trained on the brush Lorna tapped menacingly against her palm as she spoke.

When she was finished , she sat down hiked her gown and patted her lap.
"Get those pants down and get over my lap. You are in for the spanking of your life!" Lorna warned.
In fact it was going to be the first spanking of the spoilt young man's life !
Still stunned , Nigel hesitated so Lorna stood up and began undoing his belt.
He did not resist as his wife yanked his expensive suit pants to his ankles.
His face glowed when his silk shorts joined them!
"For the remainder of this evening....including dinner....you will refer to me as Ma'am.....is that understood?" she scolded.
"Yes Ma'am!" came the reply.
A satisfied smile played on Lorna's face.
She knew she had won - and her errant husband was about to pay the price .

Lorna took a moment to savour the moment and admire Nigel's cute , pale , muscled rump as he lay helpless over her lap.
His butt cheeks clenched when she tapped the hard wood of the brush against them.
"I am going to blister your butt soooo good Nigel Noonan.....you won't be able to sit for a week!" she announced.
Her right arm rose high in the air and she commenced Nigel's first of many spankings just the way Janet had taught her.
By the 15th spank her husband was already howling and complaining how much it hurt.
His howls had turned to wails and pleads of mercy by the time she reached 40 but Lorna was far from finished.
The reddening of her husband's cheeks seemed to inspire her to spank harder and faster.
After 100 spanks she had lost count and commenced a rapid-fire attack on her husband's vulnerable lower cheeks and upper thighs.
A repentant Nigel was crying real tears but still Lorna would not stop.
The skin on his sit spots on both cheeks were scorched and blistering but his wife continued to dance her brush all over his rear-quarters until he was a sorry sobbing mess.

Finally , Lorna dumped Nigel off her lap , took him by the ear and marched him into the corner.
Then she picked up the phone and called Janet.
"Hi Janet its Lorna. I was wondering if you and Gerry were free you could join us for dinner tonight?" she asked , casting a glance at Nigel's well spanked backside.
Janet chuckled , "I'm sure sitting down for a few hours is the last thing Gerry would like to do this evening but I'm quite sure I can convince him."
"Tell him he won't be the only one sitting on a very sore bottom Janet.....I'll fill you on on the details tonight. Shall we say 8 o'clock at Luigi's ?" Lorna tittered.