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Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Spanking Private Jennings - MF Spanking Story


A number of you were asking when Private Debbie Jennings who made her debut on the blog in the story The Spanking Sergeants Well it's finally time to catch up with Debbie to see if she can manage to be spanked again....what do you think?

Private Debbie Jennings marched briskly back to her barracks  , her bottom still burning and tingling wonderfully from the impromptu spanking she had received from the hunky
Sergeant Blackwell.

She was anxious to get ready for her date with the unlikely Dexter Moulard.
As a teenager in California , the cute blonde had dated every hunky surf dude she met and Dexter certainly did not fall into that mould.
Perhaps that was why she liked him so much...maybe even loved him?
Physically , everything about Dexter was average but intellectually he was on top of his game.
Back home she would be rediculing him as a Nerd.

At the tender age of 26 , Dexter's genius in the hi-tech field had made him millions but you would never know it.
He was brought up in the bible belt under strict parents so his values and upbringing could not be more different from Debbie's.
He was strict , to the point , no nonsense and did not tolerate fools  which sometimes made him wonder what he saw in the dipsy , liberal , blonde Debbie.

Still ,their  romance was getting serious now after dating for months .
While they  had been intimate ,  Dexter's conservative values did not allow him to go too far before being betrothed.
Of course liberal  Debbie was of a different mind , but despite her best efforts , Dexter had not weakened - yet.
In a way Debbie admired Dexter's conservatism and liked the way he could take charge in their relationship , often scolding or lecturing her when she did something stupid or goofy- which was a lot!

That spanking from Sergeant Blackwell had made Debbie hornier than ever and she hoped that tonight would be the night she and Dexter would consummate their relationship.
After her shower she proudly admired her still glowing red bottom in the mirror.
She could still see the outline of  the Sergeant's palm prints where his heavy hand had landed repeatedly on the soft skin of her bottom.
It had been quite the spanking and one she had needed and wanted for some time.

Debbie had never been spanked as a child, but was still strangely fascinated by being taken over a strong man's lap and spanked on her bare bottom.
She hoped Dexter would be the sort of man to do just that.

The guys she had dated were not interested in spanking and apart from a few clumsy , half-hearted attempts she had remained a spanking virgin until the day she met a handsome young cowboy from Texas at a beach party , about a year before she joined the army.

She had teased him incessantly all night until he finally hauled her off to a sand dune and gave her the first real spanking of her life.
Her string bikini offered scant protection as he set her bottom on fire and afterwards they made love with a passion she had never experienced before.

Her spanking cowboy has  kept her bottom warm on a regular basis until they both went their separate ways.
Debbie longed for Dexter to do the same thing to her , the way Sergeant Blackwell did.
Now there was a man who knew how to spank.
She envied his pretty wife Dana , "I'll bet she must be going over his knee for a spanking twice a week!" she mused.
If only Debbie knew the truth!

Debbie stared at her lingerie draw and pondered .
Should she?
She held up the 'spanking' leotard she had purchased recently on line.

The black spandex would hug and enhance her curves and her entire bare bottom would be exposed prompting Dexter  to take her over his knee.
Surely that should be a big enough hint for him to spank her?
Impishly grinning she squeezed into the racy item.
It certainly did enhance her feminine attributes but she gasped when she spun around for a rear view.
The leotard did display her glorious bare bottom wonderfully......but it was still bright red and even had visible imprints of Sergeant Blackwell's palm.
That might be hard to explain to Dexter but she decided to roll the dice anyway. All she had to do now was be a naughty brat all evening to earn that spanking.....that part was easy.

She started by being at least 20 minutes late and , as she expected, Dexter was furious.
"Really Deborah....if the army taught you one thing I would have thought it would be punctuality! Now we're going to be late for the Art Exhibit..."
Debbie raised a brow in disbelief.
"Art Exhibit? I thought we were going to a club?"
Dexter nodded. "We are....the Metro Art Club...one of my clients is displaying her exhibits there....don't you remember?"
He looked at Debbie in her short,seductive ,curve hugging dress and heels.
"I guess you didn't .....you're not exactly dressed for an art exhibit....don't you have a shawl or cape or something?" he scolded.
Debbie's face flushed and she stood with hands on hips.
"No I do NOT have a shawl Dexter! You can be such an ass hole sometimes!" She spat.

Dexter did not appreciate poor manners or foul language and Debbie knew it.She also knew quite well they were going to an art show and chose to ignore Dexter's dress instructions.
She waited anxiously for his reaction.
There seemed to be a slow burn travelling through his veins as he glared angrily at Debbie.
He took her by both wrists and pulled her to him.
"If we weren't already late I'd take you inside and teach you some manners young lady...
but you had better be on your best behaviour this evening or so help me you'll get a good sound spanking!" he warned.
Debbie's heart pounded and she felt she would swoon.
Dexter had mouthed the 'S' word for the first time....but did he really mean it?

The stuffy affair at the art gallery gave Debbie lots of opportunity to misbehave.
She flaunted her revealing attire , drank a little too much and loudly panned the various paintings.
People began to notice so Dexter discretely warned her to behave.
"I wasn't joking about that spanking miss Deborah..you'd better behave!"
Debbie's bottom tingled.She was almost there!

She seized her opportunity when Dexter introduced her to his client the artist featured in the exhibit.
She had the typical,arrogant  'artsy' demeanour , which onlyvadded fuel to Debbie's plan.
Soon the pair were engaged in a heated  debate.
Debbie was no dumb blonde an had a good enough knowledge of art to hold her own and was enjoying winding up the haughty lady artist.
Meanwhile Dexter stood uncomfortably  ,squeezing Debbie's arm to lead her away but Debbie resisted.
There was a hushed silence when Debbie delivered a foul-mouthed insult to the stunned lady.
Dexter's jaw dropped and for a moment he was stunned and speechless.
He pulled Debbie to him and she looked up at him defiantly.
"I believe you owe Miss Pringle and the entire room   an apology for that Deborah...I'm sure you didn't mean it?" he said.
Debbie flung her head back.
"Damn right I meant it!" she yelled.
Dexter scowled and looked at Miss Pringle.
"I'm so sorry Eva ...is there somewhere I could er...speak..privately with my girlfriend?" he asked , tightening his grip on Debbie's arm.

Debbie heard a bold and familiar male voice reply.
"You can use the cloakroom down the hall Sir. I believe there is a big straight back chair in there which will be quite useful !"
Debbie's head twisted and her eyes bulged at the sight of handsome Sergeant Blackwell who was standing with his wife Dana.

Dexter grinned, "Thank you Sir!" he said , giving his girlfriend an angry glare.
"You were warned Deborah!" he said and guided her away from the room.
"WAIT!" a female voice called out.
Dana Blackwell reached into her bag and produced a stout wooden hairbrush.
When she handed the implement  to Dexter , Debbie noticed it had no bristles...it had one purpose....spanking!
A beaming Dexter thanked Dana , and Debbie struggled to keep up as he purposefully dragged her down the hall to the cloakroom to laughter and applause from the onlookers.

As people returned to mingling and discussing the art exhibit , Dexter got down to business finally dealing with his naughty girlfriend.
Taking his place on the big chair he tipped Debbie over his lap.
He paused to admire the sight of Debbie's shapely derriere before hoisting her tight skirt.
Debbie trembled with excitement and anticipation when she felt the cool air on her cheeks , fully exposed by her spanking outfit.At last she was over Dexter's lap and ready  for a spanking!

Dexter gasped in surprise when Debbie' glorious twin globes were displayed.
He also noticed Debbie's skin was bright  red and was sure he could make out the imprints of a large male hand.

Debbie looked up to see Dexter's reaction and felt the need to explain.
"I got in trouble at the base today and would have had my leave cancelled ....but Sergeant Blackwell agreed to a spanking instead."
Dexter was furious .
"Is that so? Well I'll be making it clear to Sergeant Blackwell that I'm the only one who spanks my fiancé"
Debbie's face lit up.
"Fiancé? " she gushed.

Dexter reached into his inside pocket to produce a small velvet box and handed it to a stunned Debbie.
"OMIGOSH! You mean it Dexter?"she asked when she opened it to reveal a huge , sparkling diamond ring.
"I was planning on asking you at dinner tonight ...will you be my wife Deborah?" Dexter asked.
Debbie looked up at him with an impish grin.
"You know the tradition is for you to ask me while on one knee Dexter....not with your future wife OVER your knee!" She giggled .
Dexter leaned over to place the ring on her finger.
"I have a hunch my future wife will be over my knee quite a bit so get used to it." He smiled , planting a kiss on Debbie's full lips.
"I will be your wife Dexter Moulard...." Debbie purred, ".....now are you going to spank me or not?"
Dexter grinned and caressed his new Fiance's shapely bare bottom.
"Oh I'm going to spank you alright, and now that we're engaged I can spank you on your bare bottom.
"YEOOW!" Debbie yelped when Dexter's palm smacked her bottom for the first time.

Back at the art exhibit Dana Blackwell chuckled at the sound of a very hard spanking echoed from the cloakroom.
"That sassy little minx is getting what she deserves!
Simon nodded but shifted uncomfortably as he pretended to study a painting.
Dana put a hand up to turn his head to face her.
"Got something to tell me Simon?" she asked ,knowing her husband well.
Simon opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.
"It's ok....Betty told me all about the cute little Private Jennings...."
Simon put his hands up to placate his wife.
"There's nothing going on Dana....honest."
Dana pondered , "Then why are you looking so guilty then?"
Before he could answer, the door to the cloakroom opened and the happy couple emerged.
Dexter was looking proud and very pleased with himself while a disheveled looking Debbie looked as uncomfortable as she felt.
The combination of Dexter's palm and Dana's paddle had set her backside on fire.....she would not be sitting comfortably for a while.

A beaming Dexter handed Dana her paddle.
"Thank you Ma'am ....I'm Dexter Moulard and this is my fiancé Deborah.
Debbie and Simon blushed in unison.
"Do you two know each other?" Dexter asked.
"Simon is your fiance's commanding officer...Sergeant Blackwell....aren't you dear?" Dana replied , revelling in Simon's  embarrassment.

Dexter bristled , looked at Debbie and back at Simon.
"I'm quite sure my fiancé deserved that spanking you gave her today Sergeant Blackwell but from now on I'll be taking care of her discipline if you don't mind."

Simon blushed and Dana looked like her head was about to explode.
"YOU SPANKED HER?" she yelled.
Debbie looked on supressing a giggle as her tough Sergeant squirmed beside his wife.
"Yes honey ....but it...." Simon babbled but Dana cut him off.
"Save it mister....I'll deal with you when we get home!"

Dexter chuckled , "The cloakroom is available now Mrs.Blackwell and your paddle is already nice and warm!"
Dana grinned , "Thank you Mr. Moulard but I have a special paddle at home reserved for my husband which is much more appropriate!"
Simon blushed and looked earnestly worried about his wife's public threat."Dana ! Please ?" He mouthed in protest.
Debbie had to put a hand to her mouth to cover her delight at her Sergeant's embarrassment.
"Sergeant Blackwell's wife spanks him! Just wait until they hear about this back at the base!" she thought....

















Friday, November 13, 2015

Sally Takes Charge - FM Spanking Story


                      
                               Sally Takes  Charge
                                                Advice for Young Wives to Discover the Power of the Hairbrush

    


Sally and Ian had only been married for three years but her new husband’s decline from the man of her dreams into a selfish , obstinate slob did not escape her attention.

More and more of Ian’s time was spent on golfing or lying on the sofa for an entire afternoon , eating chips and swilling beer while watching sports on television.
He began neglecting his share of the household chores , and was oblivious to the fact Sally's workload was overloaded.
Sounds familiar? Then keep reading .

One Saturday morning when Ian was golfing with his buddies , Sally visited her good friend Susan who she hadn’t seen for a few years.
The first thing Sally noticed was that Susan’s husband Dave , a good friend of Ian’s ,  was busy doing the vacuuming instead of golfing .
“He knows what his chores are ....and if they aren’t finished he can’t golf.....simple as that.” Her friend told her.

Sally was impressed and asked Susan what her secret was.
Susan took Sally to the bedroom and pointed to a wooden hairbrush sitting prominently on her dresser.
“I call this my husband tamer….if Dave breaks the rules he gets a good spanking with it to remind him what a jerk he’s been.Believe me he remembers it each time he sits down for a quite while after.Just the sight of it sitting there makes him shape up!” She announced proudly.

Sally was rendered momentarily speechless at Susan’s revelation , but after spending the rest of the afternoon hearing more about Susan’s approach , she decided to stop on the way home to pick up a sturdy hairbrush of her own.

Ian arrived home from his game and as usual , dumped his gear and clothes all over the floor .
When he emerged from the shower Sally was waiting for him , hairbrush in hand.
Denying him a towel to dry off , he was forced to stand there shivering while Sally gave him a long lecture on his behavior and how things were about to change.
Ian offered no defense and moments later found himself draped face down over his wife’s lap receiving the tanning of his life.
Sally felt a sense of release and empowerment and really vented her frustration on Ian’s rump with the brush.

Afterwards , a thoroughly repentant and apologetic Ian took Sally out to dinner for the first time in months and began acting like the man she married with little touches such as opening doors for her and pulling out chairs for her to sit.
Sitting for Ian was a different story and his run-in with his wife's hairbrush had him squirming and shifting in his seat all evening.
The spanking ignited passion in both of them and that night they enjoyed their steamiest love-making session in ages.

Following Susan’s advice , Sally and Ian sat down together and agreed on a set of rules. If Ian broke the rules he would be spanked – long and hard.
Susan was right.
The mere sight of the hairbrush sitting on Sally’s dresser prompted an immediate improvement in Ian’s behavior , and it wasn’t long before it was called into action again when Ian left the bathroom in disarray .
It was a relatively minor offence , but remembering Susan’s instruction to be consistent , Sally scorched her husband’s backside with the same intensity as before .
The result was a sparkling clean bathroom followed by a torrid love-making session.

Things improved so much that Ian even preferred a golf foursome with Sally and their friends Susan and Dave to golfing with his friends.
It gave the two young wives a chance to chat and compare notes.
“Nice swing!” Ian complimented as Susan teed off.
Susan winked and replied “You should see me swing a hairbrush!”
Ian and Dave blushed ,instinctively putting palms to the seat of their pants in unison while Sally chuckled.
Sally’s drive was just as sweet as Susan’s and when Dave complimented her in the same way, Sally chose to up the ante.
“Yea….all that practice I’ve had swinging that hairbrush has really helped my power…hasn’t it darling?” she said firing an impish grin at Ian.
It was Susan’s turn to laugh this time as Ian coughed nervously and Dave tried to look away.

Throughout the game , the ladies bantered and competed with innuendoes and subtle comments about spanking and hairbrushes much to the chagrin of their husbands.
It certainly affected their men's game , and by the 9th hole it was the ladies who were carrying the game for their partners.
Susan studied the score card and her face lit up with a mischievious grin.
“How about we go girls versus guys for the last 9 holes?” she suggested.
Ian and Dave looked at each other and raised their eyebrows at the challenge.
“You girls are having a great game but Dave and I are just warming up ….” Ian replied.
Sally simply could not resist responding to her husband’s opening.
“You know I don’t give you warm-ups Ian!” she chirped to loud applause from Susan.
“To make it interesting how about a little wager guys?
If you win we’ll give you both a kind of ‘get out of jail free card’ you can use to get out of your next date with the hairbrush…..If we win you guys get a well-deserved bare bottom spanking!
Our house is only 5 minutes away and I have an extra hairbrush I can lend you Sally.” Susan announced.

If the constant hints about spanking weren’t enough , the cat was really out of the bag now.
Ian and Dave hesitated before boldly accepting.
“There’s no way you guys will win so bring it on!” Dave declared confidently.
At the 18th hole  it was a much more subdued Dave as he watched Sally sink her final putt to tie the match.
Looking confident and smug , Susan carefully eyed her potential match winning putt.
It was a difficult one for sure but Ian was still nervous enough to ask about the wager if they were tied.
“There won’t be a tie Ian….watch this.” Susan responded.
Ian and Dave sweated bullets as their wives milked the moment for all it was worth.
“Its too bad you guys will be sitting on the sorest backsides in town when you take us out for that expensive dinner tonight!” Sally teased.
Susan laughed as she lined up her putt.
“Yea ….I’ll give you a demonstration on how to really blister Ian’s ass!”
Susan’s putter made contact with the ball and it seemed to take forever to ease toward the hole , slowing considerably as it approached and the guys breathed sighs of relief as it nestled precariously on the edge….before plopping into the hole.

Sally and Susan jumped for joy as their husbands hung their heads.
Not only had they lost at golf to their wives but they earned themselves a sound spanking into the bargain.
“Lets hit the showers Sally. 
We’ll have our drinks at home and then you guys will pay….boy will you pay!” Susan cackled.










Saturday, October 17, 2015

Teachers Pet - FM Movie Poster

I'm a great fan of old classic movies and had a real crush on Doris Day in my youth.
Her  movie with Clark Gable featured her as a Teacher trying to educate a wily and reluctant reporter played by Clark Gable.

I must say I was disappointed that Miss Day was not really the strict Teacher we all would have liked.
It would have been wonderful to see Gable's character receive his comeuppance by bending over for '12 of the best' from Miss Day or , even better , go over her lap for a good dose of her hairbrush.

Unfortunately it didn't happen in the movie so I will do my best to pretend that it did.......


A warm backside brings out his romantic side.....

Is your bottom still sore from that spanking I gave your darling?

I did warn you Mr. Gannon.Now bend over the desk please!

Boy are you gonna get it when I get you home mister!

Enjoying the view Mr Gannon?

I know, I know...here's your hairbrush honey...Er sorry....Ma'am.

                              BEND OVER!

This time your getting 12 with your pants down!

Having trouble sitting are we Mr. Gannon?








Thursday, October 1, 2015

Rules of the House - FM Spanking Story




'WHAAP!'
"YEOOW!"
Charlotte raised her hairbrush above her head and secured her grip on her husband's waist as he lay draped across her lap.
A red oval appeared on his right cheek to match the one on his left cheek where the back of the brush had landed.
"Let me hear that again please!" she demanded.
Her husband Norm exhaled loudly and studied the paper his wife had placed before him.
"MY WIFE IS ALWAYS RIGHT!" he read loudly.
'WHAAP!'
"OOOOOW!"
"Good boy! Is rule number one sufficiently imbedded in your brain....and backside!" Charlotte giggled.
"Yes Ma'am" , came the reply.


Charlotte adjusted her position on her chair and tapped the back of the brush against Norm's bottom.
"Read out rule number two please....nice and loud!" she asked in her best schoolmistress voice.
"I WILL NOT CRITICIZE OR PUT DOWN MY WIFE'S OPINIONS!"
'WHAAAPPP!'
"GAAAAAH!"
"That one is particular sore spot with me mister and it's going to leave you with a very sore spot " Charlotte scolded.
'WHAAP!'
"OUCH!"
Norm repeated the rule
"I WILL NOT CRITICIZE OR PUT DOWN MY WIFE'S OPINIONS!"
'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!'
"OW!.....OOOOW!.....OOOOW!"
"Again please.." Charlotte asked , admiring the glowing red hue she was painting on her husbands behind.
Norm gasped for breath and the burning in his rear distracted him.
"I....I WILL NOT....I WILL NOT CRITICIZE OR PUT DOWN MY WIFE'S OPINIONS!" he finally blurted.
'CRACK!' 'CRAAACK!'
"YEEEOOOOW!"
"Very good young man! How is your bottom feeling?" Charlotte asked.
Norm out both palms on the floor to balance himself.
"Very sore....like it's on fire Ma'am!" he replied


Charlotte put a palm to Norm's cheeks and was pleased to feel the heat in his skin.
"Rule number three please!" she ordered.
Norm hesitated and was rewarded by a series of short , sharp spanks to the tender area on the back of his thighs.
'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!'
"YEOOW!" ..."OUCH!" ..."OW!"
"I WILL NOT BLAME OTHERS , ESPECIALLY MY WIFE !" he yelled.
Charlotte studied the red bottom before her before commenting.
"You know that is a very serious fault of yours mister don't you?" she said.
"Yes I do Ma'am!" Norm replied curtly.
A smile grew on his wife's face.
"Good! Then I'd say that's worth a good dozen on it's own , wouldn't you?"
Norm howled as the brush cracked repeatedly against his tender backside a full 12 times.
"I'm waiting." a slightly out of breath Charlotte asked.
"I WILL NOT BLAME OTHERS, ESPECIALLY MY WIFE "
'CRAACK!'
"OUCH!"
"Again!"
"I WILL NOT BLAME OTHERS , ESPECIALLY MY WIFE !"
'CRAAAACK!'
"WAAAAAH!"
"Once more like you mean it!"
"I WILL NOT BLAME OTHERS , ESPECIALLY MY WIFE!"
'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!'
"OW!" "OW!"


"Oh my! Your poor bottom is already blistered and we still have two more rules to go!" Charlotte teased.
Norm agreed with his wife's assessment . His butt felt like it had been roasted .
He winced when Charlotte tapped the brush against his cheeks again.
"Rule number four please!"
Anxious to end his ordeal , Norm read from the sheet without delay.
"I WILL LISTEN WHEN MY WIFE SPEAKS AND NOT INTERRUPT!"
"This is a hard one for you dear so I'm afraid it will need added emphasis." Charlotte announced , raising the brush shoulder high.
'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!'
"WOOOOOHOOOO.....OOOOOW.....AAAAAH!"
Charlotte made sure the brush landed in that sensitive area between her husband's cheeks.
This time Norm needed no prompting and barked out the rule again.
"I WILL LISTEN WHEN MY WIFE SPEAKS AND NOT INTERRUPT!"
'CRAAACK!'
"Once more please!"
"I WILL LISTEN WHEN MY WIFE SPEAKS AND NOT INTERRUPT!"
'WHAP!' 'CRACK!' 'WHAP!'
"OW!" "OUCH!"


Charlotte caressed her husbands burning hot cheeks with her palm.
"You are such a brave boy...one more rule to learn and we are finished with the lesson.
Read out Rule number five."
Norm studied the paper again.
"WHEN IN DOUBT REFER TO RULE NUMBER ONE!" he gasped.
Charlotte cackled loudly , "I rather like that one- don't you?"
"YES MA'AM!" Norm agreed,
Charlotte put down the brush and opened her palm.
'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!'
'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK'!'
The stinging spanks his wife peppered all over his rear with her palm surprised Norm.
They seemed to hurt even more than the brush and he bucked and squirmed on Charlotte's lap until she was done.
"There! That will teach you to remember that one!" Charlotte announced proudly.


Norm rose unsteadily to his feet and Charlotte tugged on his ear and led him into the corner where a copy of the rules was conveniently pinned to the wall at eye level.
"Hands on your head and study that list. I'll be back in 10 minutes to give you your test and if you as much as get one wrong you'll be bending over for a dose of the cane!" she scolded.
"YES MAAM!"


Later that day , Charlotte sat in the kitchen sipping her coffee supervising Norm as he hung a fancy , framed version of the 'House Rules' on the kitchen wall.

Her girlfriend and neighbour Jane arrived and joined her just as Norm was standing back  awaiting Charlotte's approval.
"That will do nicely ." she said sitting back with arms folded.
Jane read the list and laughed ,"I love it Charlie but how do you  enforce them?" she asked.
Charlotte smirked and refilled her friend's cup.
"Oh I have my ways....don't I honey?" She teased.
Norm nodded and rubbed the seat of his jeans.
"Yes Ma'am." He mumbled.
"'Ma'am!' Whatever you're doing is working Charlie.....aren't you going to sit down and have a coffee with us Norm?" Jane asked.
"Yes Norm please sit with us...." Charlotte teased ,knowing full well Norm physically could not sit.
Norm blushed and shook his head.
"Isn't that a violation of rule number 2 ?" Jane pointed out with an impish grin.
A broad grin played on Charlotte's face.
"Thank you Jane , I do believe it is ...."
Norm's jaw dropped and he looked at his wife in disbelief.
Jane looked at the pair in anticipation.
"I said SIT Norm or do I have to give you a refresher on the rules right now ?" she warned.
The two women giggled girlishly when Norm let out a groan when he carefully lowered his sore behind onto the harsh wooden chair .
For 5 long minutes he squirmed as the women chatted and to his relief an amused Jane finally left.
Charlotte stood up and raised a hand to direct her husband to the bedroom.
"But honey....you know I can't sit down and I didn't break the rule!"  He protested.
"That's not what I'm sending you to the bedroom for silly." She purred , placing a hand firmly on her husband's growing erection and planting a passionate kiss on his lips.
"I  love it when you break the rules...." she purred.






























Monday, September 28, 2015

The Couples Swap - A Spanking Story....Part 2

Jack sang more  heartily than usual as he showered before his weekend with his 'new wife' Ellie.
Erotic fantasies of he and Ellie played in his mind ,producing a throbbing erection which was still prominent when he stepped out of the shower , wiping his eyes and reaching blindly for his towel.


"Looking for this?" Anna asked  casting a discerning look at her husband's erection , "Thinking of me ?.....or your new 'wife'?" she asked mockingly.
Jack's shaft grew again as his eyes drank in the sight of his voluptuous brunette wife , wearing nothing but a pair of pink lace boy-short panties.


The usually confident Jack was rendered momentarily silent , his expression riddled with guilt.
"Get your sorry ass in here mister....I'm still your wife for another hour!" she ordered sternly , pointing to the bedroom.
Jack reached to take the towel from Anna but she abruptly pulled it away , slapping his hand.
"You won't be needing that....I want your butt soaking wet for this!"
"AW Honey.....no..." Jack protested.
Anna grinned and menacingly tapped the big hairbrush against her palm .
"You'll still be feeling this when we get back together on Sunday morning..." she informed him.


Ken studied himself in the mirror as Ellie sat at her dressing table .
Her studied her cute , pantie-clad bottom when she rose and leaned over and closed her overnight bag.
"Aren't you forgetting something Ellie?" he asked , pointing to the hairbrush still sitting on her dresser.
"Nope...Anna asked me to leave it there for her....she was very specific." she replied.
Ken's face blanched and stared at the brush , instinctively placing both palms on the seat of his slacks.
"You ok with this ?" Ellie asked sympathetically.


Snapping out of his trance , Ken forced a smile , "Yes...fine....just a bit nervous ..."
His wife smiled.
"I don't blame you....Anna is a very 'imposing' woman...."
"You can be quite imposing yourself Ellie!" Ken joked.
Ellie pouted dramatically , "Well it's your fault for letting me get away with it?" she purred.
Ken pulled her close to him , and delivered a pair of sharp smacks to her scantily clad rear producing a girlish yelp from his wife.
"That's just a sample of what you'll get when you are my wife again." he warned.
She rubbed her bottom and looked up into his eyes dreamily.
"Well you're still my husband for another hour or so...." she said.











 

Monday, September 21, 2015

The Couples Swap - A Spanking Story......Part 1

"You want to do WHAT?" Ken almost choked on his wine and looked incredulously at his wife of 26 years , Ellie.
The diminutive redhead gave him that familiar impish look and casually took another sip of her wine before replying.
" Anna and I are interested in a swap....you know...a wife swap....Anna and you would be a couple and Jack and I would be a couple!" she repeated.


A myriad of thoughts spun through Ken's mind as he absorbed what his wife had just said.
The thought of bedding voluptuous brunette Anna was exciting , but he didn't care for her outspoken behaviour , and was not comfortable with sharing his cute wife Ellie with his best friend Jack.


"B...BUT...WHY?" was all he could utter as a response.
Ellie chuckled at her husband's obvious discomfort with the subject.
"It will add a little spice and the variety will be good for our marriage...lots of couples are doing it these days ....and besides , it's only for a weekend not a lifetime!" she elaborated.


Meanwhile , Anna had received a very contrasting response to her proposal from her husband Jack.
"So that's what you naughty little minxes talk about?" he cackled.
Jack often fantasized about making mad , passionate love to his friends pretty little wife and now she was being offered to him on a platter.
"I take it you have no objection then?" Anna asked.


With agreement in principle reached the two couples met that weekend to discuss details.
There was a sexual tension present in the room as the four friends eyed each other in an entirely different light.


Over a couple of bottles of wine , the 'terms' of their arrangement were proposed , discussed , modified and agreed.
Lawyer Anna drafted the agreement and read it aloud before each of them signed.
The 'arrangement' was a one time occurrence and was scheduled to begin on Friday evening and end on Sunday morning when the four would meet at a restaurant for breakfast.
Ken would drop off Ellie to stay with Jack and would drive Anna to stay at his place.
For the entire weekend they would have the same rights and privileges of a truly married couple with the full consent of their spouse.
There was a confidentiality clause that the activities of the weekend would not be discussed and no questions would be asked.


By this time , Ken's initial doubts had faded , especially as his eyes drank in the sight of Anna's glorious derrierre clad in form fitting yoga pants which left little to the imagination.
She had intentionally made a special effort to show off her formidable feminine charms to  her new 'husband; . just in case he had any lingering doubts.


Likewise , Ellie had dressed for the occasion in a low cut top which gave Jack an intriguing glimpse of cleavage at every opportunity.
She wore a short , schoolgirl style skirt with heels to show of her shapely , tanned legs and round bottom.


It was agreed to conclude the evening with a 30 minute , face-to-face , private meeting between the new couples to avoid any awkwardness on the first night.
Jack and Ellie nestled together on the upstairs sofa while Anna and Ken used the downstairs family room.


They all felt as excited as teenagers on a first date and acted accordingly.
They laughed , touched , flirted and teased each other and as time progressed moved closer together.
In fact , so close that Ellie was sitting on Jack's lap with her legs crossed seductively.
She pouted her full lips at Jack , "I should warn you Jack that I can be quite headstrong and sassy . You'll find me to be quite a handful I'm afraid...."


Jack smiled and felt the erection he was trying vainly to conceal grow bigger.
"Don't worry Ellie....women don't come any more headstrong and sassy than Anna so I know exactly how to deal with that sort of behaviour." he replied confidently.


Ellie sat up and feigned surprise.
"Oh Yea? How?"
Jack looked at her sternly , "You'll find yourself over my knee getting your bare bottom warmed Missie!" he replied.
Ellie's face flushed , her heart pounded and she could feel the moistening between her legs.


"You would dare!"she exclaimed in an exaggerated tone.
Jack raised a brow , "Don't tell me Ken has never spanked you before?"
"Never!" Ellie replied excitedly.
"Well that's going to change under your new husband !" he told her firmly.


Downstairs , the 'discussions' between Anna and Ken were just as hot.
They were now snuggled cosily together on a loveseat that was way too small to hold them both comfortably.
Anna flicked her head to spill her long dark mane back and placed her legs on her new husband's lap.
"I like foot massages!" she announced curtly , a warning tone in her voice.
Ken began to tentatively massage Anna's feet.
"I had some ideas of things we could do on the weekend...I thought...." he began but Anna waved a finger for him to stop.


"I prefer to be more spontaneous Ken ....but more importantly I do not appreciate you telling me what to do or planning our weekend for us!" she said firmly.
Anna's boldness surprised Ken who was temporarily dumbfounded.
"Er ....um ....sorry Anna ....I guess I'm so used to planning everything with Ellie that I..."
Anna waved her hand imperiously to silence him again.


"You can save your apologies for this weekend when I can deal with you properly!" she said.
"Deal with me ?" Ken asked quizzically.
Anna gave him a look which expressed her displeasure that he had stopped massaging her feet.
"I have my ways of dealing with men who are disrespectful....." she began, " Tell me Ken, Does Ellie have a nice big hairbrush at home or should I pack my own?"


Ken resumed the foot massage , "Bring whatever you need for your hair Anna." he replied naively.
Anna laughed.
"It's not for my hair silly....I have a nice big heavy brush that I reserve exclusively for blistering Jack's backside when he needs it....which is more often than you would think!"
Ken's face flushed.
"You're not serious!" he exclaimed.
"Oh yes I am and I fully expect to have you bare-assed and over my lap for a well deserved walloping before the weekend is over mister!" she replied nonchalantly.













Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Spankings for All - MF/FM Illustrated Spanking Tale

I was saving this one until the blog hit the historic 300,000 visits as it has something in it for both F/M and M/F tastes. Hope you enjoy and thanks for visiting.....


Sylvia decided to take her dog Titus on her run before going to dinner with one of Dan's work colleagues and his wife. 
For the first mile or so Titus ran well but was soon dragging Sylvia back as he insisted in pausing to sniff every tree or post on the route.
Even though Dan had warned her that there was a new , over-zealous by-law officer in the neighbourhood  , Sylvia decided to let Titus off the leash .

The trail was quiet and anyway , Sylvia was quite sure the notorious officer would have gone home already.
As she neared home , Sylvia was close to a personal best and entirely focused on her run- until a large Tomcat ran in front of her.
it darted into the bushes and Sylvia hoped Titus had not seen it- but she was wrong!
Titus bounded after the cat , ignoring his owner's commands to stop and disappeared into the bush.
Sylvia spent a good 30 minutes searching the bushes , knocking on doors and peering over fences to find Titus but to no avail.
'Perhaps he had ran home' , she thought to herself.
If he had , she knew she would be in trouble if Dan had found her , but she was running out of options.

By-law Officer Yvette Symes patted Titus on the head and lead him up to the address on his tag.
She wondered how people could be so irresponsible to let a dog run loose like that.
When Dan answered the door , he was a;ready worried about Sylvia who was taking way to long with her run.
He was pleased to see Titus but even more worried about Sylvia when he saw the By-law officer.
Yvette re-assured Steve that she had seen a lady in blue tights walking home and to expect he in a few minutes.
"Let's wait for her then shall we Officer?" he asked.
Sylvia concealed a grin , "This should be interesting..." she mused.

Sylvia was overjoyed when an excited Titus greeted her excitedly but was less happy about the welcoming committee of Dan and Sylvia.
Yvette proceeded to give Sylvia a long lecture on the leash law before issuing a ticket , but Sylvia was more worried about her Fiancee's silent fuming and icy glare.

As soon as Yvette left , Sylvia went right into her explanation she had rehearsed on the dreaded walk home.
Yvette paused at the door on pretending to finish paperwork but her ears strained to hear the couple arguing inside.
"No Dan....don't you dare....I.....EEEEK!"
Out of the side of her eye Yvette could see the man haul the woman by the hand out of the room.
Yvette chuckled and waited until she heard...'WHACK!' 'WHACK!' 'WHACK!' accompanied by the  woman's frenzied cries.
Yvette peered into the nearby window and gasped excitedly at the sight.
"He's giving her a good spanking.....bare bottom too!" she thought.
Yvette lingered , clearly enjoying watching the woman's shapely cheeks jiggle and redden as the leather dog leash snapped against them again and again.
She was transfixed on the scene until her pager buzzed.
It was her colleague Sam.
"Hi Yvette. Are you still near the Jones place with that dog ticket?" he asked.
Yvette waited until Dan had delivered a series of whacks before responding.
"Yes I am , why?"
"Well it's almost 6pm and I want to go home but there is are a bunch of outstanding parking violations for a 'Dan Jones' and I need to log in a warning. Can you do it for me....otherwise I'll be late?"
"With pleasure Sam." a grinning Yvette replied.


Yvette went back to her van to look up the tickets issued to Dan before returning to the door.
"This should be interesting...." she chuckled.
At the 3rd ring a still grimacing Sylvia opened the door.
A broad smile appeared on her face when Yvette presented her Fiancee's tickets.
She rubbed her sore bottom as she studied them carefully.
"I need to give a formal warning so if he could just sign a copy that they were delivered..." Yvette asked.

"Dan! Come here please!" Sylvia yelled.
Moments  Dan arrived and was immediately flustered when he saw Yvette.
"You need to sign that this is your last warning for these unpaid tickets!" Sylvia scolded , waving the papers in his face.
Dan's face flushed.
"Oh sorry...I forgot about those.." he said , scribbling on the paper and handing it to Yvette.
Sylvia was standing with arms folded looking very determined.
"Well I'm going to give you a little reminder about them before we leave...." she said.

Yvette felt a surge of excitement pulse through her veins when she saw Dan instinctively rub the seat of his pants and babble an excuse.
Once again she paused at the door to hear the next exchange.
The man stammered some more excuses and apologies before the woman declared , "Pants down and get over that sofa mister! Just be thankful my bottom is too sore to take you over my knee for a dose of my hairbrush too!"

Yvette could hear the sound of that same leather strap against bare skin....this time applied to the man's bare behind as he bent over the sofa.
The standing position gave the woman a full swing and follow through and she really laid the leather on her husband's muscular behind.
The strapping went on for a good 10 minutes before Yvette realised the time.
"SHIT.....Mike's invited guests for dinner tonight!" she gasped , her heart pounding.
Mike had warned Yvette so many times about her tardiness and inconsideration so she knew she would have some explaining to do when she got home.
She was right.
Mike was furious and in no mood for any excuses.
In his hand was the big leather strap he kept for serious offences.
"AH NO MIKE....PLEEASE not the strap....I won't be able to sit for dinner.....EEEEEK!" Yvette screeched when Mike took her by the ear and let her to the big chair.

Yvette's lecture and scolding continued while Mike placed her over his knee , undid her pants and yanked them down.
The belt cracked against her bare backside again and again until it was a blazing red.
She performed a lengthy spanking dance afterwards before pouting as she studied her welted behind.
"Oh Mike ...my poor bottom....how will I sit for dinner?" she whined.
"Get a pillow....now go get changed ....our guest will be here soon." he told her unsympathetically.
Mike had a devilish grin on his face when the doorbell rang and Yvette found out why when he brought their guests into the room .
His new boss and his fiancee were Dan and Sylvia , the couple she had ticketed earlier that evening.
Dan and Sylvia chuckled as they figured the ticketing officer might be Sylvia.
"Mike told me you were the new By-law Officer and to watch out for you as you were very strict!" Dan explained.

Yvette bristled and glared at her gloating husband.
"Oh did he now? He is right though...I am strict...VERY STRICT!"
Mike yelped when Yvette yanked his ear.
"Excuse us for a moment....You are about to find out just how strict I am.....aren't they darling?" she seethed , taking a large hairbrush from the drawer.
Mike looked genuinely worried as his wife led  him from the room.

Sylvia and Dan listened with amusement to the sound of the hairbrush being applied to Mike's bare bottom down the hall.
"I think I'd rather have the strap!" Dan cringed.
A few minutes later their hosts returned, Yvette looking contented and Mike not looking as smug.
He walked stiffly to the dining room table and it was only then that the guests noticed the pillows placed thoughtfully on their seats.