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Saturday, August 29, 2015

Speeding Ticket Spanking - FM Spanking Comic

This situation begs the question , does the Traffic Cop deserve a spanking for making such a silly mistake resulting in this poor guy having his backside blistered?
What do you think?
My view is that the guy probably had a history of speeding and deserved a good spanking anyway!


Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Darla's Date Surprise - MF Spanking Story


“Aww come on Steve….it’ll do you good to get out and have some fun!” Darla pleaded , pursing her full  lips into her best pout.

The attractive blonde certainly had a persuasive way about her , Steve thought to himself.


Steve and Darla had been dating off and on for about a month now , after he attended  Darla’s yoga classes.

Their dates had been fun , but Steve was reluctant to take the relationship any further at this point.

His recent divorce had been difficult for him , and despite Darla’s obvious attractiveness and fun personality he just wasn’t ready to get into a serious relationship.


Darla, on the other hand , was very keen to make she and Steve a full-fledged ‘couple’ .

She had been attracted to him from the moment she had seen him in her yoga class , but he proved to be  a tough nut to crack.

He always remained friendly but distant until Darla finally tricked him into dinner at  her place by making his yoga class extra hard.

The date was an eventful one which ended with Darla going over Steve's knee for a spanking after giving him some 'extra hot' curry.
Afterwards they were both aroused but uncomfortable and longing for more.

Darla made a real brat of herself in their subsequent dates , hoping for a repeat performance , but apart from a few playful swats and threats the spanking she longed for did not materialize.


The demands of Steve’s job also contributed to his cautious approach to their relationship.

Still , admittedly determined and stubborn , Darla  was  not willing to give up on Steve and  had been hounding  him to come with her to her office Christmas party.


“Sorry Darla but office parties are just not my thing …..  I don’t know anybody there anyway ….” Steve  explained.

Darla was relentless. She really wanted to make  her co-workers jealous when they saw her with Steve.


“Please Steve …I really want you to come…don’t make me go alone….please ?” she asked in an almost child-like voice which tugged at Steve’s heart.

He paused for a moment before reluctantly responding. “OK… I’ll come.”

Darla  punched the air unashamedly and leapt into Steve’s arms , planting a huge kiss full on his lips.


Uncomfortable with her display of public affection  , Steve’s face flushed red and he looked around the gym to see if anyone had observed their intimate moment.

“Darla ! Please….behave yourself will you?…..not in public?” he scolded.

Darla winked mischieviously at him.

“Sorry Steve …sometimes I  can’t help myself ….I guess  I need another spanking ?” she giggled , recalling the fiery spanking Steve had given her on their first date.
Steve remembered it fondly also and as Darla  turned  to leave he delivered a firm slap to the seat of her skin-tight yoga pants.

Feigning outrage , Darla turned around , and Steve  winked at her.

“That’s just a taste of what you’ll get if you don’t behave yourself at the party?” he said wagging a warning finger at her.


In the sanctity of the ladies’ change room , Darla inspected her naked , gloriously sculpted backside in the mirror.

It bore a visible pink mark on the cheek where Steve’s hand had connected smartly and her bottom tingled at the thought that he might repeat the act on their date.


Meanwhile in the men’s changing room , Steve was still thinking about that spanking he delivered to Heather’s firm butt a few weeks ago.

He certainly enjoyed it and  it appeared that Darla had rather liked it also!


Steve had always been a spanking enthusiast.

In fact , despite the numerous flaws in his marriage to Donna , spanking was one of the things they had in common….and he really missed it.


It had all started with Donna when they were High School Seniors .

He still doesn’t  recall what precipitated it , most likely  Donna’s sassy mouth, but she ended up over his lap with Steve’s palm warming the seat of her tight jeans.

Afterwards ,  Donna  melted into his arms for their first real make-out session.


Spanking became a recurring theme of their courtship with Donna regularly ending up over Steve’s lap having the seat of her jeans or skirt warmed for some misdemeanour .

The spankings continued and progressed to being delivered on Donna’s skimpy  panties and eventually on her bare bottom !


Donna’s first bare bottom spanking was the one Steve still remembered fondly.

He had loved the whole act of baring her bottom , the way  her  curvy  cheeks jiggled when he spanked them , and how her pale skin transformed from a milky white ,  to  fiery red hue.

As her bottom heated up , her legs kicked wildly ,revealing glimpses of her moist treasures.

Donna would squirm on Steve’s lap until her skin was hot to the touch.

He loved the way she  would perform that cute little ‘spanking dance’ afterwards , hopping around and rubbing her bottom.

He recalled it all like it was yesterday.

Spanking became  a regular prelude and foreplay to their lovemaking for the entire seven years of their marriage.


After a long stormy divorce process ,things had recently become more cordial between Steve and Donna  ,  and his ex-wife had even admitted to him that she ‘really missed those spankings!”

Steve shrugged himself back to reality.

He  had been very fortunate to have had a willing spanking partner like Donna for all those years , but did not want to raise his expectations that Darla would be inclined the same way.


As  he exited the change-rooms Darla was waiting for him in the lobby.

She opened her purse and shoved an envelope into his hands.

“The details on the Christmas party….” She said seductively rubbing the seat of her skinny jeans.

“You know that spank left quite an impression on me ….” She purred and turned to leave.

**********************************

On the evening of the party  , Steve arrived at Darla’s apartment at 7 sharp as he had asked , only to find her still in her bathrobe.

Steve really hated tardiness  but was willing to overlook it  when Darla finally emerged looking absolutely amazing in a stunning little red dress , her long mane  pinned up to accent her long neck and perfect cheek bones.


“Sorry for keeping us late Steve.” She said.

Steve wasn’t really  angry , but the spanko in him could not let a potential  opportunity like this pass him by.

“If we weren’t already running late , I’d give you a darn good spanking right now Darla….but I guess it will have to wait.” He declared boldly.

Darla’s face turned as red as her dress , and for once she was lost for words.

“S..sssorry Stevee..” was all she could finally muster.


Steve took her by the hand.

“You’d best behave when we get there or you really will get a spanking  young lady !” he warned her.

He had now given Darla all the ammunition she needed , and all he could do was  wait and see if a spanking was in the cards.

The seed had definitely been planted.


He was encouraged when Darla brought up the subject of spanking throughout the evening.

“You weren’t really serious about spanking me for keeping us late were you Steve?” she asked when they were leaving the party.

Steve nonchalantly opened the car door for her and replied ,  “I was deadly serious.. ..and you didn’t help your case much by flirting with that young man from accounting. !”


Steve  had tried to ignore Darla’s outrageous flirting ,but admittedly had genuine  feelings of  jealously as  he watched her with the much younger man.

She certainly was the best looking woman at the party,  and he could hardly blame the testosterone and alcohol fuelled kid , especially as Darla teasingly  led him on.


Matters deteriorated when the young man’s hands began to wander too close to Darla’s glorious curves.

Despite her rebuffs the young man continued .

Darla looked back at Charlie who decided to act.

He’d been in these situations before with Donna so was able to tactfully detach Heather from the drunken young man’s grasp and lead  him to the security of his friends.

Meanwhile Darla beat a hasty retreat to the ladies room leaving  a fuming Steve waiting for her.


When she emerged , she could see Steve was fuming and she was in trouble.

“Thanks for that Steve….shall we go back in….they’re handing out door prizes..” she suggested enthusiastically as if nothing had happened.


Her  re-entry to the party was abruptly  halted by Steve’s firm grip on her wrist.

“Party’s over for you Darla…..” he said firmly.

“AW Steve….but the night is still young !” she pouted.

”Well in that case I suppose we could go back to my house for a nightcap then …..” he offered.

Darla was delighted .


“I behaved pretty badly in there didn’t I ?” she confessed in the car.

Steve nodded..

“I guess I do deserve a spanking ?” she asked nervously.

Steve leaned over to her.

“You sure do….and , unlike the last time , this one will be  a long and hard one….on your bare bottom !”

Darla’s bottom tingled and tensed in anticipation.

“You wouldn’t dare….not on my bare bottom Steve !” she challenged

“Just watch me!” he replied.


It was a short drive to Steve’s house and hee poured them each a glass of wine and invited Darla for a tour of his house.

He made no mention of Darla’s behaviour – or spanking.

Finally Darla could take the suspense no longer.

“DAMMIT are you going to spank me or not Steve !” she blurted out.


Steve smiled and began undoing his belt.

Darla looked shocked.

“W…what are you doing?” she babbled.

Steve slapped the soft  leather against his palm.

“Getting ready to give you that spanking!” he declared.


Darla backed away.

“No Steve…..no…..not with a belt….”

He slapped the belt against the back of the couch to silence her.

“Take of your dress and bend over the couch!” he ordered.

Darla’s eyes were as wide as saucers.

“WWHAAT??” she shrieked.

She had been expecting a playful spanking …not a strapping …so she was genuinely nervous now.


“After the way you behaved at the party , you need a lot more than just a good old fashioned hand spanking young lady….you deserve a well thrashed bottom….and I’m going to give it to you…...now dress off and bend over that couch!” he ordered.


Darla opened her mouth to protest .

DO IT!” Steve  warned.

Darla thought briefly about running , but the tingling returned to her bottom and she could feel her moistness dripping down her thighs.

After a brief hesitation , she stepped out of her dress and stood before Steve in only her skimpy red thong panties .

Her full breasts were on full display ,her bra discarded with her red dress  on the floor.


For a moment Steve admired Darla’s pert breasts and bulging nipples before  beckoning her to bend  over the couch.

Slowly and tentatively , she leaned over into position , her feet raised off the ground and her bottom dangling  precariously high in the air.


She had never felt so vulnerable but her entire body shook with anticipation.

Her hips writhed when Steve teased the tender skin of her bottom with the soft leather of the strap.

It felt so good that she parted her legs , allowing the belt to venture into her most private area.

“OHMIGAWD!” she purred when she felt Steve’s fingers slide into the waistband of her thong , stretching the material and easing the tiny garment over the full curves of her hips to bare her bottom.


Her heart was pounding loudly now , and she tensed her cheeks when she heard Steve step back.

Then there  was a loud whoosh of air followed by a loud CRAACK when the leather strap snapped across her buttocks.

She cried out at the sharp sting it generated and then moaned when she felt a welt sear her skin.


Instinctively she squirmed but the next blow arrived quickly after the first one , with even more intensity.

“AAAAAW   FFFFUUUCK!” Darla wailed loudly.

She was rewarded with three more strokes administered in rapid-fire succession to really set her backside on fire.

The burning in her rear was becoming unbearable with every lick but the strap continued to fall again and again until a full 20 licks were completed.


Darla lay in position , moaning and gasping for breath while Steve examined his handiwork.

His soft hands soothingly massaged Darla’s red , hot skin and she groaned when his fingers wandered to touch the juices flowing freely from between her legs.


Her legs parted more , inviting him to explore deeper and he gladly obliged.

Darla was  screaming in pleasure now , so  Steve stood behind her and  re-arranged her position on the sofa to give him easy access.

Her legs parted wide , beckoning Steve’s shaft to ram  itself deep inside her.

She gasped and howled while Steve  pounded and pumped against her tender cheeks.

Darla thrust out her ass and bucked in rythym with Steve’s thrusts.

“FUCK ME HARDER STEVE….HARDER I SAID!” she demanded.

Steve gladly  obliged.


Darla  had never felt anything that huge inside her and she wanted more of it.

The sofa bounced  up and down ,moving across the room with their frenzied momentum.

Steve let out a huge groan when he exploded violently inside her.

Holding on tightly  to the sofa , Darla pushed back as best she good to allow Steve to go even deeper inside.

“OMIGAAAAWD!!” she wailed, experiencing the most intense orgasm of her life pulse through her body.


Afterwards , she could only lie prone over the sofa , gasping and panting loudly.

Steve put his arms around  her, pulling her close to him and their lips locked in a long lingering kiss.

“You’re not going to let me off that easy are you Steve?” she purred.

He took handfuls of her hot , tender cheeks making her wince.

“That was for flirting with that young office stud……this is for keeping us late and being a brat!”, he told her.


Then in a smooth motion he sat on the sofa and effortlessly flipped Darla face first over his lap.

“OMIGOSH!” she gasped.

‘SMACK!’ ‘SMACK!’ ‘SMACK!’ ‘ SLAP!’ ‘SMACK!’ ‘SMACK!’ ‘WHAP!’“SMACK!

“OW!” “YEOOW!” “WAAAH!”


Steve’s palm danced non-stop all over Darla’s deliciously tenderized derrierre .

In contrast to the strapping , the hand spanks had a sharper sting which  intensified by the sheer number of spanks landing all over Darla’s bottom and upper thighs.

Soon the whole area felt like a burning  inferno but at the same time felt do good and  so sensuous.


The spanks kept raining down

“SMACK! “SMACK! “SMACK! SLAP! “SMACK! “SMACK! WHAP! “SMACK!

“OW!” “YEOOOW!!” “OW!” “OW!” “OW!”

“GAAWD IT BURNS!....STOPPIT CHARLIE….PLEEEASE!”

Darla croaked hoarsely.


A flurry of spanks delivered to her upper thighs had he writhing on Steve’s lap.

Gradually toning down the intensity of the spanks , Steve interspersed them with a gentle massage of Darla’s burning globes.

She cooed when his palms soothed her hot skin.


Steve’s fingers wandered once again between Darla’s legs. Neither of them were ready to end the evening just yet.

Steve looked into Darla’s eyes but no words came from either of them until  he scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom.

Sunday, August 2, 2015

The Naughty Yoga Teacher - MF Spanking Story

Steve struggled and grunted as he tried to execute the stretching exercise which seemed so easy for most of his class-mates.
The petite blonde beside him smiled  in a combination of sympathy and amusement.
He had been taking Darla's yoga class for the past few months and Steve admittedly had a bit of a crush on her.

Darla looked much younger than her 54 years and had always made a point of toning her dancer like physique.
Many years of hard work and pain had been invested in training to be a professional ballet dancer and the methods were part of her DNA.


She was petite ,graceful , athletic with a wicked sense of humour and Steve recalled admiring her from a distance at the gym as she would practice her rigorous routine
Occasionally she would glance over at him with an impish grin , flipping her head back and tucking her long blonde mane into a pony tail ,before contorting herself into a pose Steve could never hope to equal.
He especially loved her 'dancer's legs' , shapely , toned and how they flowed into her wonderful round , firm bottom.
She always wore those Lululemon yoga pants which were like a second skin ,seeming to separate her two luscious globes.

This was a confident woman who looked  good and knew it.
Unfortunately for Steve , he accepted that the gorgeous Darla was probably 'out of his league'.
There was a constant line up of men stopping to chat with her as she worked out and she seemed to flirt with every one of them.
"What would she want with a regular 'Joe' like me...." Steve thought.

Steve shook himself out his daydreams and returned to his own workout.
As he struggled to hold himself in a plank pose he noticed a shadow nearby.
It distracted him enough to lose his balance and he flopped embarrassingly in a face plant.
His embarrassment increased when he saw Darla looking down at him , giggling girlishly.
As gracefully as he could , he got to his feet.

"I'm sorry .....it was very naughty of me to sneak up on you like that...", she grinned .
Steve struggled to compose himself and not say anything dumb , but as a longtime spanko there was no way he was going to let Darla's comment go.
"I ought to give you a spanking !" he replied bravely, feigning seriousness.
Steve was pleased with Darla's reaction , a blush ,a mischievious wink and one hand slide back to caress her bottom
"It's been a while since anyone did that to me!" She replied ,giving Steve hope.
, "....I didn't see you at my yoga classes this week so was just making sure you haven't quit on me."she asked , touching Steve's arm softly.
Steve's heart raced at the feel of her soft skin on his.

"No I haven't quit your class - yet.... I just find yoga so darn hard Darla ! " he replied.
"You know my name?" she asked curiously.
"It's listed on the course schedule..." Steve
reminded her.
 Darla blushed again  ,"Of course , silly me....well I hope to see you at my class tomorrow night... Steve isn't it?" , she said , looking into Steve's eyes.
"I'll be there......but you'd better behave !"Steve replied wagging a finger at her in jest.
"That might be difficult for me ....I can be a bit of a brat sometimes!" she said seductively .
Steve was happily surprised at her reply.

Steve enjoyed the sight of Darla's shapely posterior gyrating in those skin-tight yoga pants as she walked away ,and imagined giving it a sound spanking.
But first he would have to endure another of Darla's challenging yoga classes !

Darla had that  mischievious grin on her face again  when Steve entered the hot yoga room.
As usual she looked so comfortable and composed in her cross-legged lotus pose.
By contrast ,Steve had to raise himself up by sitting on a block just to get into the pose , and even then he sat awkwardly with his knees still high in the air.
If he was starting to think attending the class was a mistake , his fears were confirmed when Darla calmly announced that the class would be more challenging than usual.
"Just do your best." she said , gazing directly at Steve and giving him a wink.

For the next hour , Darla put the class through its paces with complex poses Steve had never even  heard of before.
At one point he thought about leaving as he slithered and flopped on the mat , tying himself up in knots .The unbearable heat in the room didn't help.
When he had an opportunity to look at Darla it was clear she was thoroughly enjoying his clumsy attempts to follow along.

"Let's finish off with something 'really challenging' shall we?"Darla chirped .
She could not hide her amusement at the look on Steve's face.
The pose was called a 'modified' peacock and as usual it was child's play for Darla.
A number of students did accomplish it or made  a valiant attempt , and a few others were smart enough to not even try.
For Steve it was a matter of pride , but unfortunately his pride was badly wounded as he passed the point of no return and felt himself wobbling badly.
The room shook when Steve's prone dead weight crashed to the floor.

Some of his classmates were genuinely concerned when he took a few seconds to regain his composure ,he heard a few girlish giggles from behind , and Darla looked devilishly amused.

Like a good sport, Steve put the mishap behind him and finished the lesson.
After the lesson he lingered long enough to be alone with Darla.
"That was silly of me Steve ,I should never put my students at risk....I hope you're not hurt?" She gushed.
"Just my pride!" Steve replied with a smile.

Darla put a hand on Steve's arm again . "Let me make it up to you Steve...how about I cook you dinner...I make a mean curry...do you like Indian food?" She asked.

Inside Steve was jumping for joy , but he didn't want Darla to know that .
"Your cooking might be wasted on me Darla ,I'm more of a meat and potatoes guy..."he replied trying to look nonchalant.
Darla moved closer .
"Don't worry I promise to go easy on the spices for you?" She pleaded.
Steve smiled and nodded.
"If you don't you're bottom will be warmer than the curry!" he threatened.
His response seemed to take the usually composed Darla by surprise and her face flushed red.
"Er....um..ah...this Friday after class then.?....you are still coming to class?" Darla asked anxiously.
"I'll be at class ...and I'll bring the wine." Steve replied confidently.

Darla's Friday class was subdued compared to the last one and she took the time to give Steve special attention.
She wore red  yoga pants that were  almost translucent and she made sure to provide Steve with repeated glimpses of her cleavage with multiple cobra poses.

After class Steve complemented Darla on the class.
"You look good in red!"Steve said boldly ,commenting on Darla's outfit and once again her face matched the colour as he strode off.

"Oh you shouldn't have Steve." Darla blushed when she took the flowers from a beaming Steve.
It was the first time he had seen Darla wearing something other than workout clothes and she did not disappoint.

Her long blonde mane flowed freely and she wore a low cut summer dress which hugged the curves of her trim figure . It was just short enough to display her shapely legs .
Steve sat in the kitchen watching her tend their supper, and she took every opportunity to lean over giving him a teasing glimpse of her shapely derriere.

The wine flowed and they became more comfortable and intimate together , joking , teasing and chatting.
Darla dipped a wooden spoon in one of the pots and held it up to Steve's mouth.
"Taste test!"she chirped.
Steve hesitated before tentatively taking a mouthful of the sauce.

Darla's bratting grin should have been a warning.
First his lips and mouth tingled , then went numb before finally feeling like his mouth was on fire!

Darla giggled exhuberently when Steve ran for the water tap and began guzzling to cool his mouth.
His eyes were watering and his heart pounding when he finally was able to speak.
Darla's eyes were watering too- from laughing.
"Oops wrong pot." She cackled.

Steve moved menacingly closer to her , hands on hips.
"Tell me you didn't do that on purpose?"
Darla smiled and shrugged.
Her expression changed when Steve picked up the wooden spoon and continued his advance.
Darla backed up.
"Now Steve....it was just a joke...Er...uhm .....what are you going to do?" She stammered , her gaze fixed on the wooden spoon Steve was tapping against his palm.
"I'm going to give you that spanking young lady!"

Darla's eyes darted around in search of an escape route but her mobility was restricted by the heels she wore .
She decided her best option was to hide behind the kitchen table and force Steve to make a move to come and get her.
For a few moments they played an exile rating game of cat and mouse with Darla feigning one way and Steve countering her move.

Cornered , Darla decided to try negotiations.
"OK Steve ....I'm sorry....it was just a joke...I'll be good."
Steve surprised her by reaching over and grabbing her wrist.
Darla tried to wrench it free but she was firmly in Steve's grip now and he pulled her to him.
?
Instead of resisting ,Darla pressed herself into Steve's arms and he pulled her closer.
Their eyes met and slowly so did their lips in a long embrace.

Darla looked up at him.
"Nice try Darla but you're still getting that spanking!" Steve announced.
Darla's jaw dropped and her eyes grew as large as saucers when Steve tossed her,fireman style,over his shoulder.
"Don't you dare....put me down this minute!"Darla squealed , her legs kicking and her fists pounding on Steve's back.

Setting her on her feet , Steve put one leg on the counter and draped Darla over it.
During the struggle , her skirt had hoisted up around her waist to reveal two shapely globes ,framed by a tiny white lace thong.
Both cheeks were bare and ready to be spanked.

Steve took a moment to drink in the sight of Darla's magnificent derriere.
It was even more perfect than he had pictured.
Darla's cheeks clenched when Steve's palm caressed her silky smooth skin.
She cooed in ecstacy as his fingers slid inside her undies and he peeled them down to reveal her bottom in all its glory.

Steve's hand rose and he brought it down smartly on Darla's right cheek.
'SMACK!' "OW!"
It rose and fell again , this time on her left cheek.
'SMACK!' "OUCH!"
Darla's cheeks jiggle seductively with each spank and soon turned pink.

The sexy spanking continued , not too hard but enough to leave a sting in her tail and have her gyrating on Steve's lap.
Steve felt his erections grow and so did Darla who grinder her hip against his crotch.

Steve picked up the pace , spanking harder and faster . Darla's legs began kicking wildly , giving him a glimpse of her glistening jewels.
Her bottom was bright red now and her cries and howls hoarse.

Then Darla squealed loudly when instead of Steve's palm she felt something hard snap against her bottom.
It was the wooden spoon!
It stung really badly and Steve peppered her entire bottom with rapid-fire swats .
Darla was literally bouncing on his lap now as he brought her spanking to a conclusion.

When he finally stopped they were both breathing heavily . Darla groaned and lay prone on his lap for a few moments before speaking.
"OOOH. ..my poor bottom is on fire." She moaned.
She flinched when Steve sat her on his lap.

Their eyes met and they kissed passionately again.
"I'd better finish our curries ..." Darla sighed sliding off Steve's lap.
Her head turned to study her flaming red bottom and she rubbed it carefully.

"Aren't you going to pull my panties up?" She purred.
Steve grinned and began undoing the back of Darla's dress.
He slid her panties down to her ankles and Darla stepped out of them.
"The curry can wait!" He said as Darla's dress slipped to the floor.
















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.