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Wednesday, July 1, 2015

A Timely Lesson for Tardiness - FM Spanking Story

"Another game Simon?" Adam gasped.
His friend Simon shook his head.
"Sorry Adam ...it's Dana's parents 30th wedding anniversary and you know what will happen if I keep us late!" he replied.


Adam grinned , "I know all about that paddle of hers ....how about you Nick?" he asked , turning to the young man who was dating Dana's kid sister.
Nick nodded an affirmative and stepped onto the court.
Simon put an assuring arm around Nick's shoulder.
"You don't want to be late for this occasion Nick!"
"Don't be such a worrier Simon....I have lots of time to get home. I'll finish this old geezer off in no time!" Nick replied.


Simon wagged a finger , "OK it's your butt on the line ..don't say I didn't warn you." and headed to the change room.
Nick paused for a moment upon hearing Nick's comment and felt that tingling in his backside again.
Linda had warned him that she would blister his backside with that darn hairbrush of hers if he dared to be late and wondered if Simon knew something.
His girlfriend had been spending a lot of time with her big sister recently and he wondered if she had told her she spanked him when he deserved it.
Returning his thoughts to the game he looked at Adam , "Lets get this over with old man!"


The Friday afternoon traffic was worse than usual and an impatient Dana was standing at the window when Simon pulled into the driveway.
"Another 5 minutes and I'd be waiting here with the paddle mister!" she warned.
Her husband planted a sloppy kiss on her full lips.
"Have you seen Nick? Linda's been calling looking for him." Dana asked.


Simon started the shower and began shucking off his clothes.
"I warned him but when I left he was starting another game with Adam. The traffic is horrendous so he'll be late for sure" he told her.
Dana sighed , "I'd better call Linda and let
her know."
As she turned to leave ,  Dana gave her husband's muscular bare backside a hearty smack.
"OUCH! What was that for?" he yelped.
Dana grinned impishly , "Just a reminder to be on your best behaviour tonight."


Linda was livid when she received the news of her boyfriend's  tardiness.
"He's always late ....and he knows how important this is! He's so inconsiderate Dana .Mom will be furious." she complained.
"Don't worry kiddo , I'll take care of Mom and you take care of Nick!" Dana said.
Linda seethed , "Oh I'll take care of him alright! He's going to get a very painful lesson on time and punctuality when he gets here....a lesson he'll be reminded of every time he sits for the next few days."


Five kilometres away , a frustrated Nick was stuck in gridlock.
He glanced at his cell phone which already had 5 missed calls from Linda.
The clock showed 5.30pm and they were supposed to leave at 5.15pm for the 6.00pm cocktails.
"At least we'll make it for dinner at 7." he reassured himself.


His phone rang again and a shiver ran up his spine when he saw  Linda's number again.

His heart pounded and he gripped the steering wheel tightly.
He knew he should answer , but convinced himself it would be better to explain his tardiness face to face than over the phone.
The ringing stopped and his voice mail kicked in.
"Dammit Nick-PICK UP! I need to know where you are and ...in case you haven't noticed... we're already very late for my parents anniversary dinner....you are in soooo much trouble!"
Sweat beaded on Nick's brow - it was going to be tough to sweet talk his way out of this one.


The phone rang again- this time it was Dana's number so Nick picked it up.
"Oh hi Dana.." he said nervously.
"Here's the plan....Linda's on her way over here so get off the highway and head over to our place .
The parkway is clear so you shouldn't be more than 10 minutes.
Simon and I are on our way and Linda is bringing your stuff with her so you can change at our place.
With a bit of luck you can make it before dinner!" she explained.


Nick felt reprieved .
"Thanks Dana." he gushed.
"There's one other thing Nick. When you get there Linda will be waiting for you in the basement."
Nick raised a confused brow , "The basement?"
"Yes the basement young man. There is a nice big Jokari paddle down there reserved especially for naughty boys like you." she told him.
There was a brief pause.
"A jokari?" Nick asked.
"Yes...a nice big one.....stings like the dickens by all accounts!" Dana said and hung up.


Nick had difficulty focussing on his new route.
All he could think about was that huge paddle and what it would do to his poor backside.
To make it worse , everyone at the dinner would know Linda had paddled him.
Now he was truly sorry for being late.


Back at Dana's basement , Linda had a look of determination on her face as she swung the big paddle through the air.
She looked more delectable than ever in her low cut , little black dress , heels and her hair styled for the big occasion.
She was actually looking forward to dealing with her errant boyfriend.
She truly loved Nick but his behaviour really tested their relationship to the point where she had I considered ending it.


Then she confided in her big sister Dana who gave her the solution.
Dana introduced her to the "Blackwell Method" of applying a hairbrush , strap or paddle to a male backside to achieve the required result.
It worked like a charm and she chuckled when she recalled the first time she took Nick over her lap and blistered his bare behind.
That was a few months ago,  and she had spanked him many times since then ,but Dana's paddle would really leave an impression


Nick was genuinely afraid when he opened the door to Simon and Dana's house and stared blankly at the door to the basement.
Slowly he went downstairs to find Linda looking absolutely stunning - and holding the biggest paddle he had ever seen in her right hand !


"Well if it isn't Mr. Punctuality ." Linda declared haughtily.
Nick put up two palms to placate his girlfriend , "Listen Honey...I....I..."he began but Linda held up a finger to silence him.
"As you clearly have a serious problem with time management you are about to receive a lesson on the subject which I dare say you will not forget." Linda said.
Nick was frozen to the spot.
"Take off ALL your clothes and bend over that chair!" she ordered.
The deep firmness in her tone prompted Nick to immediately comply so he quickly disrobed and assumed his position over the chair.


On the chair , Linda had placed a wall clock and Nick's downward gaze was affixed to it.
"Tell me...do you know the purpose of the instrument on the chair?' Linda asked.
"Yes Ma'am....it's a clock." came the reply.
Linda was pleased her boyfriend referred to her as Ma'am without prompting.
"....and what is it used for ?" she prompted.
"It's used to tell the time Ma'am." Nick replied , his buttocks clenching in anticipation.


"....and do they have a clock at the squash courts?"
"Yes they do Ma'am."
"AH! So we can conclude that you know the purpose of a clock so you must need a lesson on how to read it. Shall we get started?" Linda lectured as she paced behind Nick , her heels clicking on the wood floor.
"How many numbers do you see on the clock?"
"Twelve Ma'am."
"Correct. Let's go through them shall we? You count and I'll WHACK!" Linda declared.


Taking her position to Nick's left , she tapped the hard wood against his lily white cheeks.
"One" 'WHAAACK!' "OOOOW!"
"Two" 'THWAACK!' "YEOOW!"
"Three" 'CRAAACK!' "GAAAAH!"
The count continued until the paddle had  landed heavily 12 times against Nick's behind turning it a rosy red.


"Now for lesson two. Do you see those little marks in between each number?"
Catching his breath , Nick responded  with a sharp "Yes Ma'am"
"....and what are they for?"
"To count the minutes and seconds Ma'am."
"....and how many are there?"
Nick gulped and clenched his stinging cheeks.
"S..sixty Ma'am" he muttered.
"Good. You count and I'll whack again!"


Linda paced behind Nick and was thoroughly enjoying the power she was wielding .
"Please Linda....not sixty with that thing....it's too much..." Nick pleaded.
Planting her feet , Linda took up her position.
"I'm waiting Nick..."
Nick sighed .
"One" 'WHAAACK!' "AAAAAAWFFF!"
Linda really wound up and followed through with each whack.
By the time she had reached 30 Nick's rump was a blazing red with white spots appearing on each cheek.


His voice was quivering and shaky now.
"Th...thirty...wwwwun." 'CRAAACK' "OOOOOW!"
By 50 his composure was gone and his behind was a real mess and truly blistered.
"F...FFF..FIFTY WUN MA'AM" 'WHAAAACK!' "YEEEEOW!"
Diligently , Linda prompted her man to continue counting until they had reached 60.
She noticed Nick was sobbing and his legs trembled.
"I'm sorry Linda...please no more...I'll never be late again..." he begged.


Linda pondered his plea as she continued to pace behind him.
"I'm afraid your lesson is not finished yet young man....and you can stop that blubbering." she scolded.
"Now let's see just how much you've learned shall we?" What time are cocktails at the party ?" she asked.
Nick hesitated , "Please Honey...."
"Answer the question or we will go back to lesson 1 !"
"Six Ma'am" he sobbed.
'WHACK!' 'WHACK!' 'WHACK!' 'WHACK!' 'WHACK!' 'WHACK!'
Nick howled as Linda delivered 6 rapid-fire swats to the same spot on his right cheek.


He was panting and breathing heavily now.
"What time was dinner?"
Resigned to his fate , this time Nick replied quickly.
"Seven Ma'am'
'CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!l

The howling resumed as the seven quick swats were delivered to the same spot on Nick's left cheek.


Linda paced again and the only sounds in the room were the clicking of her heels , the ticking of the clock and Nick's groans.
Finally she spoke.
"So now there is only one remaining question to answer Nick. Why were you late?"
There was silence as Nick considered an answer and concluded there was no good one.
"I was selfish and inconsiderate Ma'am."
Linda considered his response and continued pacing.
"....and what are the consequences when you are selfish and inconsiderate?"
"I get a spanking Ma'am....but please Linda ...no more my butt is on fire" he pleaded.


Linda took a close look at Nick's behind and admired her handiwork.
He would not be sitting comfortably for quite some time.
"So you think I shouldn't spank you because your bottom is too sore?" she asked teasingly.
"Yes Ma'am."
"Stand up" Linda ordered curtly.
Nick slowly rose up and to his relief , Linda hung the paddle on the door.
"I have a feeling my sister will be needing that later." she smiled  and sat down on the chair Nick had been bending over.


Nick eyed her warily as she hoisted her skirt up to reveal more of her silky , tanned thighs.
"Get over my knee!" she commanded.
"Your going to get a spanking whether you like it or not."
"AW Linda..." Nick moaned but draped himself over her inviting lap.
Linda felt his previously limp penis come to life when it pressed against her.
She raised her palm high and brought it down smartly on Nick's punished rump.
He bucked on her lap and squealed like a girl as she soundly spanked him with her palm for two minutes non-stop.
When she finished her hand was stinging and Nick just lay there sobbing.
"Get up and get dressed now. I'll wait for you upstairs " she said nonchalantly as if nothing had happened.


Nick's backside was so sore and swollen he swore his pants were two sizes too small.
Linda could not hide her amusement at his obvious discomfort when he walked stiffly along.
It was a thankfully short but very uncomfortable drive to Linda's parents for Nick.
Linda added to his punishment by not allowing him to drive and making sure to hit every bump in the road causing him to yelp in pain.


Nick's humiliation continued when he arrived at the event and Linda insisted he apologize to the entire room for his tardiness.
Dana and Simon teased him all night about his sore behind and he gratefully accepted the offer of a pillow to sit on for dinner which also raised some brows.
Of course Linda found all of this very amusing.


Somehow Nick made it through the evening , although based on Dana's expression ,Simon was not as fortunate after making some inappropriate comments at the dinner table!
"I left the paddle hanging on the door Dana....I figured you might need it!" Linda told Dana.
Simon looked very flustered for a change and even Nick laughed.
Dana reached up and tugged on her husband's ear , "Let's get you home for your medicine mister!" Dana announced to a red-faced Simon.


Linda's parents Jack and Laura came to wish the young couple goodnight.
"Don't worry about your punctuality problem Nick....I was just as bad when I met Laura !" her Father  said loudly , hugging his wife.

The happy couple had partaken a little to much in the bubbly and were much more relaxed than normal.
"Yes and thanks to regular applications of my hairbrush to his backside ,  I taught him how to be on time ...didn't I dearie?" Laura giggled , giving her man's rump a hearty slap.
"OUCH!  careful  sweetie I'm still a little tender back there!" Jack replied feigning outrage.
Laura giggled , "I forgot I had to blister his buns last night for  keeping me waiting at the caterer's for an hour while he was playing tennis!

Linda blushed as she took in her parents' revelations.
Her Father  tapped his  watch , "Well speaking of time honey  ,your speech rambled on for 5 minutes longer than planned ...." he grinned.
Laura cackled , "Guess I'm in for a good old fashioned 'pankin' then!" Emphasizing by rubbing her bottom.
"Welcome to the family son!"Jack said to a grinning Nick.
He looked at Linda ,"....and you kept me waiting for ages while you chatted with Dana..."
For the first time , Linda seemed uncomfortable .
"I guess I kinda lost track of time...."she replied.
"Perhaps you need a little lesson on time young lady?" Nick asked
Linda blushed and instinctively rubbed the seat of  her dress.



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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!