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Thursday, May 12, 2016

A lesson for Lord Blackwell- FM Illustrated Spanking Story





"Well Ellie? I 'm waiting for your explanation..", Lord Blackwell  fumed , "Where is my antique snuff box?
Ellie Thomson , the Parlor Maid , charged with cleaning his Lordship's library trembled , looking down at  her shoes and fidgeting nervously.
"I'm sorry your Lordship but I don't know how it happened to it ...."
Tears were welling in the wretched girls eyes when Lady Catherine Blackwell  entered the dining room.
She looked sympathetically at Ellie and gave her arm a reassuring pat.
"Whatever is the matter Ellie dear?" she asked.


"My antique snuff box has disappeared ...and I'm trying to find out who is responsible. Apart from Henderson and myself , Ellie is the only one who has access to the Library. Come on girl! Spit it out....I  demand you answer me honestly!" the Lord bellowed.
Poor Ellie shivered and quaked in her boots.


Her Ladyship looked sternly at her husband .
"Really Harold! There is no need to shout like that...can't you see you're frightening the poor girl?. Anyway , I'm quite sure poor Ellie is not responsible for your precious snuff box." she reasoned.
Lord Blackwell's eyes bulged in uncontrollable rage.
"Be quiet Woman ! There is no need for you to interfere . I am the Head of Blackwell Manor and I intend to get to the bottom of this matter !" he raged.


Meanwhile , 20 year old Lady Cynthia took her place at the table and watched the proceedings.
Over the years , she had witnessed many similar scenes between her parents and admired how her Mother always seemed to end up the winner.
Her Father was the Head of the powerful Blackwell dynasty by name , but  Mother was  the one in charge when it came to domestic and household matters.
A satisfied grin played on young Lady Cynthia's pretty face as she observed  her Mother go into action.


As usual , Lady Catherine cast her husband a stern look which he recognized very well,  and deliberately paused before addressing him.
"How dare you Sir ! Let me remind you that when you speak to a lady , whether it be myself or a member of the household  staff , in such a rude and disrespectful tone , it will have consequences." she said,  her tone containing just the right amount of warning .
The remark silenced her husband and he flushed visibly.
Cynthia put a hand up to hide the girlish giggle coming from her mouth.

The lady of the house then reached deeply into her skirt pocket and produced a shiny object.
"Is this what you are looking for 'your Lordship'?" she asked with a hint of sarcasm.
Lord Blackwell gulped in astonishment.
"Why yes it is....but where?" he stammered , his bluster quickly fading.

"Henderson found it in your smoking jacket !" she informed him curtly.
"Well....I...er..." her husband babbled.
Lady Catherine looked at Ellie who was watching the proceedings anxiously.
"I believe you owe Ellie an apology Sir....." she proposed , glaring at her husband.
 Lord Blackwell bristled.
"Apologise? To a servant girl? I'll do no such thing!" he retorted , his eyes  bulging.

The lady of the house rolled her own eyes.
"You will apologize to Ellie so she can return to her  duties , and after dinner  we will be having a lengthy  'discussion' of your boorish behavior?"she warned.


 Lady Cynthia supressed another giggle and waited for her Father to respond.
For a moment , his Lordship's eyes darted back and forth between his wife and Ellie ,conflicting emotions warring inside him.
Hid pride bade him to  stand firm  , but another part of him knew well that he dare not.

Realizing he was clearly in the wrong, he wisely chose to save face in front of the staff.
"My wife is quite right Ellie. I was wrong to accuse you and for that I apologize..." he mouthed reluctantly.
 Ellie curtsied and looked at Lady Catherine ,"May I leave now Madam?"
Lady Catherine beckoned her to remain.
"Not  yet Ellie....Lord Blackwell  is not finished with his apology yet." she said , deepening her icy glare .
Her husband cleared his throat , "...and......I....I spoke disrespectfully to you Ellie ...it was rude and uncalled for. I apologize for that too." he blurted.

His wife responded sarcastically by putting her palms together in mock applause.
"Thank you Ellie, you may return to your duties ....and would you be kind enough to put this precious object back in his Lordship's library? We will be going there shortly , and it will serve as a reminder to Lord Blackwell during our 'discussion' " she added with a wry smile  , handing Ellie the snuff box.
"Yes Madam." Ellie curtsied and made a hasty exit.


There was a brief  pause as Lord and Lady Blackwell settled into their places at the dining  table and waited for the Servants to serve dinner.
Then Lady Catherine placed her napkin on her lap and nonchalantly remarked, " It's time for me to give you another lesson in respect and manners my husband...."
Cynthia's listened closely ,looking at the table and  pretending to rearrange her utensils.
She was in awe of the way her Mother  had transformed a proud  raging lion into a squeaking mouse.
"Please dear....I did apologize ..." Lord Blackwell pleaded in a subdued tone.
His wife stared icily at him, "Stop making excuses .You know very well that there will be retribution when you behave in such a way my dear." she replied as if speaking to a small child


Cynthia had a good idea why her Father was so concerned.
She had witnessed this scenario play out many times before.-Father does  something to upset Mother - Mother summons Father to the library  for a 'discussion' .
After such an exchange , Cynthia would walk down the long hallway which connected the library to the rest of the house and linger there to listen to the proceedings.
The huge wooden door to the Library was very thick , as were the walls so she had to listen carefully Cynthia would hear her Mother's voice , lecturing in that stern tone  ,  accompanied by the occasional muted response from Father.
This sometimes would carry on for a good 10 minutes or more.

Then after a brief pause , she would hear loud ,rhythmic , cracks .
'WHOP!' 'WHOP!' 'WHAP!' 'WHAP!'
Slow  and methodical at first , the noise interspersed with her Mother's lecturing voice until the pace quickened and they became even louder .
She hear her Father's voice crying out in some distress with  loud "OW's" "OUCH's" and  "YEOOWs" .
Soon Father's would begin  apologizing and pleading frantically.
"I'M SORRY!" "PLEASE STOP!" "IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN!"
The noise went on and on  before it would finally stop and Mother's voice could be heard again.
 The sounds now coming from the room appeared to be sounds of passion .

The next morning at breakfast  Cynthia would observe her Father carefully.
Mother always had that aura of confident satisfaction about her and Henderson the Butler placed a big soft pillow was  placed on his Lordship's seat.
Father would enter the room walking stiffly and discretely rubbed the seat of his tight jodspurs  as if to prepare himself for sitting.
He then began to slowly and carefully  lower  his backside onto the pillow , his face contorting in a grimace when he did.
Mother would be quite amused by this .

Cynthia was curious to see for herself , exactly what really happened inside the library when her parents held those very discrete discussions.
The fact that she was not permitted to go near the Library made this very difficult.

Given that the 'discussions' were always initiated by her Mother , as a result of some indiscretion by  her Father,  she knew Mother was administering some type of retribution to Father  which sounded very like a beating  to his backside which made it difficult to sit for days.
"Mother spanking Father? Surely not!" she thought.

Her curiosity intensified ,  until a visit from her cousin Wilbert , one year her senior ,  unexpectedly enlightened her.
Cousin Wilbert and Cynthia had always been great friends , but he had an adventurous nature and Cynthia would sometimes be reluctant to  follow him.
One day Wilbert wanted  to explore  the wooded area at the rear of  Blackwell Manor .

Cynthia rarely went to the rear of the Manor as it  housed the entrance to the servants' quarters .
It was bland and bricked with few windows  ,except for one large one which seemed to jut out from the rest.
Wilbert decided to toss rocks at the big window thinking it was not occupied.
Cynthia warned him not to , but he left her in the woods and  ran off anyway leaving her far behind.

From the woods , Cynthia could see Wilbert toss the rocks  and she gasped when she saw her Father appear in the window to admonish his nephew.
It was then she realized it was the window of the Library !

Luckily for Cynthia , her Father saw only Wilbert , and her cousin , being the young gentleman that he was, confessed that he committed the offence alone.
It earned poor Wilbert a dozen strokes of Lord Blackwell's cane for his troubles , and Cynthia was able to witness her cousin's caning from the adjoining room where the door was ajar.
Cynthia was thrilled at the sight of  the cane whipping against Wilfred 's tight britches.
To his credit , Wilfred took his punishment without a whimper as Cynthia watched in awe  , longing for the day she could to do the same to some well deserving male bottom .

Later , with Wilbert's help , the pair constructed a makeshift ladder allow them to peer inside the library ,this most secret of rooms.
Wilfred was less than impressed , but Cynthia was enthralled to finally see the room she had only pictured in her mind.
Her eyes scanned it carefully , the big mahogany desk ,an  Italian leather chair flanked by two sturdy straight backed chairs ,the walls filled with books of every description and the display of various Blackwell  family heirlooms.
Sitting prominently on the credenza was a large, antique , lady's hairbrush.
It seemed so out of place , and she cast her mind back to the sounds she had heard during her parent's discussions and wondered. "Surely not?" She thought to herself , tapping the back of the brush against her palm.

Since discovering the window , Cynthia waited for the opportunity to spy on her parents' 'discussion' in the library until one day it finally arrived.
Head Butler Henderson removed the final plates from the dinner table.
"Your smoking jacket , brandy and cigar are laid out in the drawing room as usual your Lordship."
"Thank you Henderson." Lord Blackwell said , rising from his chair.

Lady Catherine raised her hand imperiously.
"Thank you Henderson , but his Lordship and I will be having a 'discussion' in the library .. "
Henderson bowed "Yes of course Milady".
"Can't this wait?" Lord Blackwell complained.
Her Ladyship cast that look at her husband.
"No it cannot wait!" She said firmly with a glint in her eye.
Her husband sat frozen for a moment , his mouth opening for a response that he thought better of.

,Cynthia could barely contain her excitement.
This discussion was quite unexpected but she was not about to miss it.
"May I be excused Mother?" She asked and received an affirmative nod from her Mother.
Immediately , she made her way to the rear of the Manor to he new found viewing spot for the proceedings.

The Library curtains were drawn but open enough to give Cynthia a nice view and still conceal her presence .
By the time she settled in , Lord Blackwell was already waiting in front of the desk , standing straight with hands behind his back.
One of the big straight backed chairs had been placed in the middle of the room and the antique hairbrush placed upon it.
The cane with which his Lordship had disciplined Wilbert sat on the desk before him.

Cynthia felt her heart pound when the door opened and her Mother entered the room.
Lady Catherine took her place behind  the desk , clasped her hands and looked earnestly at her husband who stood with his head bowed.

Cynthia could not hear dicipher all her Mother's words , but from she was severely admonishing and scolding her husband.
Lord Blackwell remained largely silent throughout , occasionally nodding or uttering a brief word .

Then Lady Catherine rose  , picked up the hairbrush and sat down in the straight back chair .
Lord Blackwell removed his dinner jacket and with one finger she beckoned him to her.
Cynthia gasped when  her Mother unfastened his Lordship's britches and allowed them to drop  unceremoniously to the floor.

A broad smile consumed Lady Catherine's face when she gazed between her husband's legs , closing her hand around his Lordship's very prominent erection..
Cynthia felt a thrill pulse through her veins  watching her Mother take complete charge over this powerful man , making him bend to her will .

Without prompting , his Lordship placed himself across Lady Catherine's lap and she hoisted his shirt tails to expose his muscular bare backside.
Taking the brush in her right hand she raised it high above her head and brought it down full-force on her target
'CRACK!' 'CRACK!' 'CRACK!'.
Again and again the brush rose and fell while Lord Blackwell jerked and squirmed on his wife's lap .
She was really roasting his behind with that brush.

Cynthia watched the skin on his rump turn a blazing red and his struggles become more and more frantic.
Undeterred , Lady Catherine continued the brush torture.
Cynthia tried to count the blows  , but gave up as they were landing so rapidly.
By the time the punishment  was complete, Mother must have delivered in excess of 500 blows.

Slowly his Lordship clambered off Lady Catherine's lap , rising unsteadily to his feet.
Cynthia and her Mother laughed at the sight of Lord Blackwell dancing around the room , hopping from foot to foot , rubbing his red , blistered backside.

Lady Catherine permitted him a moment or two,  before taking him by the ear and leading him to the desk.
Lord Blackwell protested , his face as red as his backside when her Ladyship  picked up the cane and spoke to him again.
She was pacing the room, flexing and swishing the cane , admonishing her husband as he stood there with his pants still around his ankles.

Cynthia's eyes bulged when her Father bent over the desk.
"Goodness me....the hairbrush AND the cane....poor Poppa!" she thought.
Her Father's face contorted grotesquely as Lady Catherine methodically delivered a full dozen strokes , pausing between each one for effect.


Her Mother had given his Lordship the soundest of thrashings , but Cynthia was astounded to see what happened next.
Lady Catherine sat in the big leather chair , hoisted up her skirts and spread her legs. She wore nothing but knee length silk stockings underneath!

Lord Blackwell crawled on his knees to her and ,placing her hand on his head guided him between her legs.
She writhed on the chair , moaning  in pure ecstasy , jerking her husband's head to her when he came up for breath.
Finally,  Lord Blackwell rose up , took hold of his wife , bending her face down over the desk.

Cynthia gasped at the mere sight of her Father's huge , throbbing member.
Without hesitation he drove it inside his wife, thrusting so lustily that the huge desk shuddered.
Cynthia felt like she was trapped in a dream she did not wish to end


The following morning , Lady Catherine entered the dining room glowing with contentment.
"I trust you slept well Cynthia." she greeted warmly.
Moments later Lord Blackwell arrived , walking stiffly , his smile fighting a grimace.
Lady Catherine grinned impishly at her husband and he smiled back before lowering himself onto the pillow placed on his chair.

Ellie happened to be serving breakfast that day.
"I'm so glad you found your snuff box your Lordship." she said with a glint in her eye.
"Thank you Ellie you are so kind!" Lord Blackwell replied politely.
Lady Catherine smiled at Ellie, "It seems your lesson in manners was very effective M'Lord. We will need to do it more often!" she teased .
Cynthia giggled.
She couldn't wait for the day she would be married and did the same to her husband
















Sunday, April 24, 2016

Saturday, April 16, 2016

Bathbrush Encounter - Illustrated FM Spanking Story


Sylvia and Scott had been dating for over two months now and Sylvia had made plans to have dinner with her good friends , the Clarks.
Scott knew about the arrangements ,but disliked Sylvia's snooty friends , and was reluctant to let his new girlfriend dictate his schedule , so deliberately booked two additional clients , in full knowledge it would provide him with an escape route from an evening with the clarks.

Sylvia was fuming when Scott strolled in more than a hour past the dinner date time and demanded an explanation.
Instead of being apologetic , Scott was annoyed at being questioned.
He flipped a finger at her , waving her away.
"Just relax will you....I'm taking a shower." he told her.

Sylvia stood stunned for a moment , seething at Scott's inconsideration and rudeness.
She barged into the bathroom to continue the discussion but Scott was already in the shower.
For some reason , the big wooden bath-brush hanging on the bathroom wall caught her attention.
Unhooking it , she tapped the back against her palm.
Talking to Scott was useless , it was time for action !

When Scott emerged from the shower he was surprised to see his girlfriend waiting for him , still in her little black cocktail dress and heels.
Grabbing the towel he noticed the big bath-brush in Sylvia's hand and it was clear her fury had increased.
She snatched the towel from him leaving him standing there soaking wet.

"Hey! Gimme that ....can't you see I'm soaking wet and cold?" he snapped angrily.
Sylvia smirked at him and waved the brush,  "This little baby will hurt even more on a bare , wet fanny....so don't worry , you won't be cold for long....in fact a certain part of your anatomy will be hot for quite a while!"
Scott was looking very scared and guilty now and expecting-perhaps hoping- for some retribution.
He was secretly pleased that Sylvia was not the type of woman who would allow him to treat her like a doormat.
Sylvia was clearing revelling in her new sense of power and fully intended to give him what he deserved- and desired.

"Stand up straight, hands by your sides and listen to me!" she commanded and her naked boyfriend snapped his heels together , puffing out his chest.
Sylvia took note that Scott's penis was also standing at attention!
He was as turned on as she was.
"How dare you speak to me like that and keep our guests waiting......this rude and inconsiderate behaviour of yours stops now .....from now on you will do as I say and put me needs before yours." she barked in his face.....do you understand?" she barked in his face.

"YES!" Scott replied.
His girlfriend raised a brow and grabbed his ear.
"Yes what?"
"YES MAAM" Scott quickly corrected himself.
Sylvia released her grip and nodded in satisfaction.

"Both hands on the sink , up on your toes , arch your back and present your bottom for punishment." she ordered.
Scott gulped , realizing that 2 months of pent up frustration was about to be unleashed on his bare , wet behind.
Nonetheless , he obediently assumed the position requested by his girlfriend.
Sylvia took up her position behind him and teasingly tapped the back of the brush against his flinching cheeks.

The bath-brush had a nice long handle which allowed Sylvia to really swing it with gusto.
"Forty swats....and if you dare move or put those hands back there will be bonus swats.....now get that
bottom out and keep it out!" she warned.
Scott tensed and felt his body shaking.
Sylvia took aim , swung and snapped the brush sweetly against Scott's cheeks with a 'SPLAATTT!'
"OOOW!" "GEEZ THAT HURT!" Scott cried out.
The pain was excruciating but Sylvia swung again , connecting with a rapid trio of stinging swats which had him howling.
"GAAAH! "SHIT SYLVIA ...TAKE IT EASY WILL YA!" he protested , struggling to stay in position.

Sylvia delivered an even harder swat. 'WHAAAAPPP!" "YEEEOW!"
"You will refer to me as Ma'am until your punishment is over!"
"YES...YES MA'AM..." came the hoarse reply.
Satisfied , Sylvia set about her task with aplomb , delivering swat after stinging swat to her boyfriend's buttocks and thighs until he was blubbering like a 6 year old.

"Please Ma'am.....no more....I'm sorry...please ...my butt feels like it's on fire.." he begged.
Sylvia was unrelenting.
"Stop that whining and take your punishment like a man.....nine more swats to go....now get on your toes and stick out that bottom or I'll add another ten!" she warned.

Somehow Scott was able to hang on and stay in position  until a full 40 swats were applied.
He sprang up , hopping around the bathroom , frantically rubbing his sore backside.
Sylvia permitted him a few moments to compose himself before taking him by the ear to stand before her again.
Tears stained his face and he stood rubbing his blazing red behind.
"Because of you , our dinner reservations were cancelled , but the Clarks invited us to their place for dessert so get dressed quickly." Sylvia informed him.
"Yes Ma'am." Scott replied , dreading the thought of sitting on his sore behind.

It was then that Sylvia noticed Scott's erection had amazingly risen from the ashes.
She looked at it scornfully.
"So that was a turn on for you ?" she scolded.
Scott looked down ashamedly .
"No....I mean....yes....yes Ma'am..." he babbled.
Sylvia stared into his eyes.
"Lose it." she barked.
"W..WHAT??" Scott asked.
"I said lose it mister....start jerking off right now....and when you're done you're getting another paddling with the brush!"
"AW NOOO!"

Scott's face flushed and he took hold of his shaft and began masturbating under Sylvia's supervision.
In fact he was so worked up it took only a few minutes before he shot his load onto the bathroom floor.
Sylvia insisted he continue to yank on his shrivelled member until it hang limply.
Then she picked up the bath-brush.
"Now bend over again." she ordered.

The second series of 40 whacks were just as hard and hurt twice as much.
The pain level was almost unbearable for Scott and when Sylvia had finished his behind was a red , blistered and bruised mess.

Sylvia placed him nose first in the corner and waited in the bedroom.
After what seemed like an eternity , Sylvia called him to her.
Scott's eyes grew a big as saucers when he saw his girlfriend , naked on the bed , he legs spread wide.
"It's time for you to take care of MY NEEDS before we leave mister." she purred.
With both hands on Scott's head , his red ass high in the air , she steered his face into her crotch.
She moaned and squealed wildly as his tongue pleasured her to an explosive orgasm.

It was a thankfully short but still uncomfortable ride to the Clarks' for Scott.
Sylvia denied him the right to drive .....and his request for a pillow.
"I want you to be reminded of your behaviour every time you sit for the next day or two." she told him.

Admittedly she found his discomfort to be a source of amusement and teased him throughout the journey.
She dropped comments like "You only have yourself to blame!" or "If you think that hurt just wait until the next time!"

As agreed in advance , Scott apologized to the Clarks and took full responsibility for spoiling the evening.
His pride made it difficult enough to apologize but it was made worse having to do it squirming on the sorest backside in town.
When he finished , Sylvia added , "I can assure you Scott's apology is very contrite....and that appropriate retribution has been administered....isn't that so darling?"