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Sex Begins with Spanking – a fragment

Sophia’s lip curled in that quirky way it did when she was smiling. She stood up and tugged at the zipper on the side of her skirt. It slid down easily, and she tugged the garment once, then dropped it to the floor. Sophia arched an eyebrow, and looked at me with an unasked question in her eyes; I knew she wondered whether I intended for her to remove her cotton panties as well.

“You can leave those on, for now, my pet.” I smiled up at Sophia, noting the deliciously light brown tones of her complexion, evidence of her Hispanic background. “But go ahead and take off your blouse off. That will save us some time later.”

Sophia grinned like a mad woman. She knew that at some point in the evening, we would be naked together and rolling in the sheets. But for now, it was all about spanking and anticipation. Gracefully arching her back for my benefit, Sophia pulled her white peasant blouse off over shoulders and dropped it to the floor on top of her skirt. Then, wearing only her lacy, blue bra and a pair of pale, blue cotton panties, Sophia draped herself across my lap.

Her panties were small and left little to the imagination, yet I already knew that Sophia’s ass was firm and plump.  It was also still a little sore from an spanking that I had give her in the kitchen. That spanking was playful; this one would hurt even more.

“I’m going to use my hand, pet,” I said.  “Why don’t we start with twenty?”

Sophia, ever the negotiator, worked the number down to fifteen. She was playing with me; she could easily take fifty strikes, and had done so in the past.

I gave her no warning and suddenly landed a hard swat on the middle of her left buttcheek, careful to center the blow on her cotton-covered ass. The SMACK! echoed in our bedroom, and my hand stung from the impact. I smiled and tickled the tips of my fingers over the spot that I’d struck, knowing that if my hand hurt, then so did her ass. But Sophia had been spanked before, and she had reacted with only a sharp gasp.

I landed another strike, then two more, gradually letting the SMACKS! land more and more on her bare skin and less on her cotton panties.  Sophia squirmed in my grip, shaking her full head of black hair wildly and moaning. By the time I SMACKED! her ass for the fifteenth time, Sophia was grinding her pubic bone against my thigh, and I knew that our night of fucking was not far off.

Sophia’s Traffic Ticket Punishment – a fragment

“I’m going to spank you, Sophia.”

My girlfriend looked up at me. The surprise was clear on her face.

“What? No! You can’t mean that!”

We had been over this before. Traffic tickets ate into our meager budget, and I had warned Sophia in the past that she would be punished if she brought home just one more ticket. I grabbed a handful of Sophia’s hair and yanked her face close to mine.

“I mean it, Sophia, and you can either accept your punishment, or face further consequences.”

Sophia grabbed my wrist in an attempt to untangle my fingers from her hair. “Please, Alice!” She saw the anger writ large in my eyes. “It’s just a parking ticket!”

“Put your hands down!” I slapped my girlfriend’s hand away. “You’ve been naughty again, and you know that you deserve to be punished, don’t you?”

Sophia’s face crumpled as I used her hair to pull her face to within inches of my own.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her eyes brimming with tears.

“Say it, Sophia,” I growled. “Say that you’ve been naughty and that you deserve to be punished!”

Sophia’s hands fluttered at the edges of my vision. She was frightened by my anger, and her bottom lip trembled. “I’ve been a naughty girl,” she said in a halting voice. “And I deserve to be punished.” Her face flushed a bright red when she said these words, and she cried out when I twisted her hair in my fingers.

“And how are naughty little girls punished?”

Sophia whimpered. “I don’t know.”

“Yes, Sophia.” My voice was low and threatening. “You know exactly how you’re going to punished.”

“Please,” Sophia said.

“That’s it,” I snapped. “I’ve had enough.” I let go of my girlfriend’s hair and shoved her back into the chair. “Every time you say you don’t know what I mean, you get another stroke. Am I clear?”

A look of horror crossed Sophia’s face. She wasn’t getting out of this; her punishment was assured. “A sp-sp-spanking,” she said, stuttering. “Bad girls get a spanking.”

I smiled thinly as I stood over my girlfriend. “That’s better,” I said. “”Now tell me. How should a naughty girl be spanked?” A moment of confusion crossed Sophia’s pretty face. She had no idea how to respond, and so I prompted her: “Is a bad girl spanked on her bare ass?”

“Please, Alice.” Sophia was sobbing by now. “I’m sorry, about the ticket! Please. I won’t ever get one again!”

I ignored her pleas. “Answer my question!”

Sophia sobbed and hung her head. Finally, she mumbled: “Yes, Alice.”

“Yes, what, Sophia?” I wanted Sophia to say what kind of punishment she deserved. “Tell me how a bad girl is spanked.”

“On the bare bottom.”

“Say it properly, Sophia.” I tipped her head up with a finger under her chin. “Naughty girls…”

Sophia’s bottom lip trembled, yet she found the words. “Naughty girls are spanked on the bare ass.”

I smiled warmly into her pretty, upturned face. “Time to get to it, then,” I said, brightly. “Take off your skirt and panties, then lie across my lap.” I sat down and waited for my naughty girl to strip.

Never Lie to Kat – by Nikki Haze

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Never Lie to Kat – by Nikki Haze

Akira knelt on the cement floor of the sweltering basement, her arms tied behind her back by thick rope that threatened to break the delicate skin of her wrists. Sweat dripped down her hair, pooling around the thick ball gag in her mouth. Kat only gagged Akira when she was very angry.

A story by Nikki Haze

Never Lie to Kat

She looked down at the filthy floor, a spider crawled dangerously close to her knee, where the evidence of her lie was dripping down her thighs. She twitched at the closeness of large black bug. She forced herself to still as it began to crawl over her calf.

“Eyes.” Kat commanded, her voice quivering with anger.

Akira’s eyes immediately rocketed up to Kat, who was naked, sweat trickling over her lips and down onto those tight breasts. Her stance was exquisitely dominant. She was looming above her with a large wooden paddle in her hand. Kat’s sweet little rosebud lips were pursed as she grabbed Akira’s collar and tugged until she stood before her.

“Spread your legs.” Kat slapped the wood lightly against Akira’s pussy as she moved her legs. That spider was up to her thigh now, but she refused to move.

“Tell me what you did!” Rage made Kat’s eyes wild on hers.

“I lied, Kat.” Akira tried to get it out but the words were trapped in her throat.

“That’s right, you lied and now you can’t speak.”

She could see that Kat’s pussy was wet from her own sweat and the anticipation of Akira’s punishment. She met Kat’s eyes, completely still as that bug crawled over the curve of her ass, clinging to her sweaty body.

“Kneel for your punishment.”

Akira knew the position well; legs spread wide to allow access to her asshole, her forehead against the ground. The spider fell off her body as she shifted position and she released a deep breath.

The sweat dripping off Akira’s stomach was the only thing she heard as Kat knelt behind her. Akira braced herself for the first hit of the paddle. The first was always the worst. She nearly gasped in surprise when Kat rested the paddle precariously over her elbows, still restrained behind her.

“If it falls, I’ll use the whip.”

Kat’s fingers trailed along Akira’s pussy, bringing her juices upwards to her asshole where Kat slammed two fingers inside. Akira bit down on the gag, afraid she would cry out.

She added a third finger, and sunk them in deep. The pain quickly turned into pleasure as Kat lowered her lips and stuck her tongue in her pussy. Akira swallowed back her moans as her cunt began to quicken and swell under Kat’s touch.

Kat quickly retreated and smacked her hard on one cheek. She grabbed the paddle and immediately began wailing on Akira’s ass, the thwack of wood against her skin echoing in the small room. The forcefulness of the paddle was worse than she remembered.

Never lie to Kat.

“You never, ever fucking cum until I say!” she screamed at Akira, unrelenting against her bared ass with the paddle.

She hadn’t told Akira to count, so she braced herself for whatever Kat pleased. She was twelve spanks deep already and the warmth of the pain melted over her skin. Her cunt began dripping again as she disconnected completely from the pain, her eyes rolling back as she melted into the sweet kiss of that wood.

Kat stopped abruptly and placed the paddle back on Akira’s restrained arms. She rubbed her hands over the globes of Akira’s ass. She knew it was bright red and had felt it when her skin broke at the small of her back.

“Don’t ever lie to me. It’s my number one rule, Akira. You’ve displeased me greatly. Do you like to make me angry?”

Akira shook her head against the ground and mumbled, no. She lived for pleasing Kat. Kat mumbled her approval as she continued to rub Akira’s raw flesh.

Kat licked her asshole, tonguing the tight opening, her fingers sliding deep into Akira’s pussy. She knew exactly how to make her cum, her fingers hitting just the right spot as her tongue continued to rim her hole.

Just as her swollen flesh began to quiver, Kat took the paddle again. Akira bit down hard to prepare, but instead of beating her with it, she slid it between Akira’s legs. The wood went down the slit of her ass until the tip of the wood met her pussy. She slid it further, until it made contact with her swollen clit.

“You want to cum? Is that why your tight little cunt is trembling?”

“Yes, please,” Akira tried.

In response, Kat begin lightly smacking the paddle against Akira’s clit. She sunk those three fingers back into Akira’s ass with sharp and unrelenting thrusts.

“Go on and cum, then.”

Akira couldn’t help but think it was a trick, but with one hard slap of the wood she exploded. Her wild screams muffled as she leaned back into Kat’s fingers so they sunk all the way into her tight opening. Kat removed her fingers and licked her hole wile she continued to rub the wood against Akira’s clit, coaxing her down from her high.

“Lay face down on the ground,” Kat ordered. Akira felt her stand and heard the paddle hit the ground with a loud thwack.

Without saying a word Kat walked up those rickety stairs. Akira heard the basement door slam, the lock sliding into place. She didn’t need an order, Akira knew she was to remain in the position until Kat returned.

The spider crawled back towards her, climbing up over her cheek and into her hair. She took her real punishment, and did not move, not even to brush it away.

Never lie to Kat.




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Lana’s Inappropriate Choices – a fragment

“Please Mistress,” Lana pleaded. “I promise, I’ll never do that again. Never!”

“I know you won’t, pet.” I tapped the cane against my palm. “I’m about to make sure that you think twice before you misbehave again.” I used the cane as a pointer and gestured to my desk. “Now lean over and grab the far side of my desk.”

She hesitated, and her entire body trembled. “Please, Mistress. I’ll be good!”

“I didn’t give you permission to speak, Lana.” I closed my eyes briefly, and then slammed the cane onto the desktop. “Lean over the desk now, or it will be 20 strokes, and not 10!”

Shuffling to the desk, Lana did as she was told, but looked out of the corner of her eye at the rattan cane I held.

“Stacey!” I turned to the girl who waiting beside my office door for her turn at punishment. Startled to hear her name, Stacey took her eyes off Lana’s shapely ass.

“Yes Mistress?” Stacey knew better than to raise her gaze above my breasts. She kept her head low.

“Go to the other side of the my desk, and hold onto Lana’s arms.” Stacey jumped to obey. “I want you to hold her while I cane her backside, and if she manages to stand up even once, I’ll double your punishment.”

“Yes Mistress!”

By now, Lana was sobbing heavily, and the beating hadn’t even begun. Every muscle in her body trembled, and I knew that the girl wanted to leap up and flee the room. Glancing over her shoulder, Lana stared wide-eyed at the cane I held. It was thin and whippy, and I cut the air between us with a short slash to make sure that I had her full attention.

One-handed, I pulled down Lana’s sweat pants – the horrid, and lazy form of attire that had earned her the punishment Lana was about to receive.

Lana’s head fell forward to thump gently against the desk. She shook it slowly from side to side, still not able to believe that she is about to be whipped for wearing clothing of which I disapprove.

I pulled down her panties, so that Lana would be fully exposed, both to my eyes, and to the cane. I wanted to be certain that she felt the full force of each and every stroke.

“Take a firm grip on her arms, Stacey.” I smiled wickedly and bared my teeth. “This is going to hurt.”

A moan and several sobs escape from Lana, prone and vulnerable on my desk.

Sophia’s Lesson – a fragment

“I am going to give you 15 strokes with this switch.” I whipped the switch through the air, and it whistled highly as it cut the space between me and Sophia’s lovely, upturned ass. It was a willow branch, clipped from the tree in the back yard only minutes ago. “You will count the strokes aloud one by one.” I brushed Sophia’s backside with the switch. “If you stand up at any point during the switching, the stroke will not count.” I smiled and showed my teeth. “That means you’ll get an extra stroke. Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Sophia’s voice was miserable, and she choked back a sob.

“Take a breath, my pet.” With those words, I pulled the switch high in the air and whipped it down across her lovely brown bottom.


“Oh, my god!” Sophia cried out at the sudden pain lancing across her bottom. A straight red line stretched across both butt cheeks.

“Count them.” My voice was low. The anger I’d felt earlier had faded, and now I concentrated on Sophia’s lesson.

“One, m-m-ma’am,” Sophia stuttered.

I waited on the next stroke for about 30 seconds, touching her ass lightly with the tip of the switch. I’d learned over the years never to rush a spanking – or a switching. It takes time for the pain of the first strike to fade, and I wanted Sophia to feel the red lance of pain for each stroke I gave her.

I smacked the stick down again, just below the first stroke. Sophia caught her breath in mid-sob.

“T-t-t-two, ma’am.”


This strike was lower still, almost at the line where her ass meets her legs.
Sophia bawled miserably. “Th-th-hree, ma’am.”

I smiled and tapped her bottom with the tip of the switch: This would be a lesson that Sophia remembered.