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Sorority House Spanking – an excerpt

SororityHouseWhen a dozen freshmen sorority girls break the rules of the house, it’s up to the senior girls to teach them a lesson – a very public lesson.

Below is an excerpt from my latest story, Sorority House Spanking, available Monday, July 1st!

“These girls,” Andrea began, raising her voice so that all could hear, “have embarrassed our sorority.” Andrea tapped her paddle against her leg as she spoke – a soft thwap-thwap-thawp that seemed to pick up the cadence of her speech. “Bad behavior in or out of the house is not tolerated,” she said. “We expect our girls to behave like young women at all times.”

The line of freshmen girls was restless, and they shifted from foot to foot as our sorority president chastised them in front of the large crowd of fellow students.

“Ms Rodriguez is our house mother,” Arlene continued. “She manages the house; pays the bills; makes certain that we have a safe place to live.” thwap-thwap-thawp “She’s not here to clean up after you!”

Without realizing it, I squeezed Andrea’s hand tightly, and she squeaked. I eased my grip and leaned close. “There’s about to be a very public spanking,” I whispered.

I could feel Andrea tense at my words, and I wasn’t sure what she thought about the impending paddling of the freshmen girls.

“They’re going to spank Lisa,” Arlene whispered urgently. “She’s that brunette with the cute, little round ass near the end of the line.”

Her comment was enough. I looked over at Andrea, and I could see the lust in her eyes. This girl’s desires were easily as kinky as mine; She was as turned on by what was about to happen as I was.

A loud command interrupted our whispered conversation.

“Bend over!”

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Sorority House Spanking – Coming July 1

When a dozen freshmen sorority girls break the rules of the house, it’s up to the senior girls to teach them a lesson – a very public lesson.

Below is an excerpt from my latest story, Sorority House Spanking, available July 1st!

I looked around to where Ms Rodriguez stood on the porch. That’s when I saw Arlene, our sorority president standing beside our house mother. Arlene is a big girl, a natural platinum blond, and as my brother liked to say: “built like a brick shit house.” She’s a phenomenal girl, from the top of her head and thick mane of hair, to the tips of her pedicured toes. Every inch of Arlene is perfect; she’s firm without being over-muscled and has smooth, flawless skin.

If there was one thing about Arlene that even hinted at less than perfection, it was her eyes. Oh, they were beautiful, a shade of green found only in the clearest oceans. And Arlene’s eyes seem to be lit with a green fire when she laughs out loud at some of the silly things people do. But when Arlene is angry, she has an unsettling habit of smiling at those who wrong her, showing a mouthful of perfect teeth through her parted lips. And that smile, as beautiful as it is, never reaches Arlene’s eyes.

Those were the eyes that I saw now: a cool smile and cold green eyes.

I also saw the paddle.

Loose in Arlene’s grip was a wooden paddle fully 20 inches long, four inches wide and at least a half-an-inch thick. Every senior girl at the university has a paddle like that – reminiscent of the old days of hazing. These days the paddles are rarely used, yet every sorority girl receives a paddle in her senior year, along with a ceremonial swat to remind her that seniors are expected to enforce the rules of the sorority house.

I didn’t have my own paddle yet. At least not one given to me by the sorority. As a junior, I had to wait another year before I would be presented with the official paddle that would be used on my own butt. (But given my sexual proclivities, you know that I have a few of my own!)

Behind Arlene, I saw a gathering of other sorority girls – all of them seniors, from what I could tell. My sorority president glanced once at me, and I lowered my eyes. I was smiling; I knew she had received my text informing her of the transgression by the freshmen girls. I was not the target of Arlene’s anger, but it was best that I keep my head down and opinions to myself.

I gripped Andrea’s hand a little tighter. “The freshman girls are in trouble,” I whispered. “When they joined the sorority, each and every one of them promised to behave in a manner befitting young women.” I winced at that thought and remembered my own punishment for breaking the rules years earlier. “It’s part of the sorority charter.”

“I didn’t read the charter.”

Andrea looked worried and I smiled at her. “Few of us do,” I replied. “That fine print is more than any of us want to wade through. But as long as you treat Ms Rodriguez and the house with respect, you should be okay.”

Andrea blinked, and her expression changed from one of worry to that of curiosity. She nodded toward the freshmen girls. “Do you think they’ll paddle them?” There was a mixture of excitement and surprise in her voice.

“Just watch,” I replied. “They’ve broken the rules, and I think that’s what’s going to happen.” This group of freshmen was pretty, and they were all strong-willed. Yet they’d cleaned the kitchen as ordered, and then run laps till Ms Rodriguez told them to stop. I wasn’t sure what would happen when the senior girls made their plans known.

“My cousin was in a sorority, and she told me she got paddled.” Andrea’s voice was low, and her eyes were bright. “I thought this college didn’t allow hazing?”

“It’s not hazing,” I replied. “Those girls broke the rules. This is punishment.”

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Waiting is the Hardest Part – a fragment

“Go.” She pointed toward the bedroom. “Now.”

Alice’s monosyllabic commands frightened me. She was angry, and while she had good reason for her fury, I didn’t look forward to the punishment headed my way. I brushed passed Alice with my arms crossed just under my breasts and tight against my body. I was nauseous and needed to pee, but I didn’t dare say a word, lest I provoke my lover further.

As I opened the door to our bedroom, Alice stood to one side. “Your corner,” she said.

Just two words, but I knew what she meant. I held my tongue as I crossed the room – passed the bed, where we had made love the night before; glancing briefly at the picture of us embracing on bureau, two women in love. Leaning my forehead against the bright, white wall, I waited for her next command.

“Take off your skirt,” she said. “Then drop your panties and take off your blouse.”

My fingers fumbled with the buttons, and I struggled to obey. But eventually, I was naked, except for my bra and knee-high socks.

“Hands on your head,” my lover said.

As I lifted my hands to comply, I heard a slight scuff on the carpet. I chanced a look over my shoulder; Alice was leaving the bedroom. Sighing, I placed my hands on top of my head and looked at the wall ahead of me. I’ve never gotten used to this kind of punishment.

Waiting. Nose to the wall. Hands on my head. Bare bottom facing the bedroom doorway. I would think that since I’d been in this position before, it wouldn’t bother me. But it does.

I hate being nearly naked and helpless. Sure. I could move and chance a quick trip to the bathroom. But if I were caught, it would only increase my punishment. Sighing again, I stared at the wall ahead of me. It’s funny how the mind can pick shapes out of nothingness, even when stressed. Though the walls of my corner were smooth and white, the overhead light made curious shapes of the bumps and slight imperfections in the paint: a wizard’s face, an apple, and a goat-thing chasing a fish.

I closed my eyes against these familiar shapes and strained to hear any sounds that would give away Alice’s location in our house. Had she come back into the room? Was she staring at my naked ass?

A shiver ran through me at that last thought, and I wanted desperately to turn around to confront my lover. But I didn’t. If she was there, my punishment would be more severe for moving without permission. I took a deep breath to calm myself, and an icy wash of fear flooded my body.

There! I was sure that I heard the soft murmur of the television. Perhaps a car crash, or a scream; I couldn’t be sure. But what I was certain of was that Alice intended for me to wait.

Another shiver ran through my body. My arms ached. My legs trembled. And I waited.

The first time I met Alice, I realized that she was a dominant. She was strong willed and forceful. Men and women gave her wide berth when she was angry, yet she was also soft and giving. Even though I had never been with a woman before, I was attracted to her. Something about her demeanor and confidence called to me. I knew that she was a woman who would not be pushed around by anyone.

I knew then that I had to have her. I didn’t know why. I wasn’t gay; and I didn’t normally think of women in that way. I had a few girl-crushes when I was young, but nothing serious. Yet my desire for Alice was different. Almost against my will, I began to pursue her.

There! Another sound! Alice was in the kitchen. I could hear water running, and I took the chance to raise and lower my shoulders to relieve the dull red ache of pain. I felt as though I had been in my corner for hours, though it had likely been less than a half-an-hour.


I heard Alice clear her throat. She was behind me and had probably seen me shrug my shoulders.

“You may turn around,” she said. “But keep your hands on your head.”

I turned slowly. Alice was seated on the edge of the bed, her blue eyes icy and flashing. Casually, she examined me. I was still wearing the lacy, white bra that she had given me on last anniversary. It had a little pink bow in the middle, separating my breasts. My bottom lip trembled as her gaze traveled down my body, and again I realized that I needed to pee.

“Put your hands by your sides and come here.”

My arms felt like leaden things, numb and tingling at the same time. I dropped them to my sides and quickly crossed the distance separating us to stand in front of Alice. I kept my head down.

“I want you to lay across my lap,” she said simply. Beside her, I saw a heavy leather paddle. I took a deep breath, then leaned forward to comply with my lover’s wishes. I positioned myself across her lap, legs straight, with my fingers and toes just barely touching the floor. Tears welled up in my eyes. I braced myself and waited again. But Alice didn’t immediately spank me.

The suspense was awful. I lay in her lap, my butt trembling, just wishing that she would spank me and get it over with.

“Don’t clench,” Alice finally said, as she picked up the paddle.

I almost cried for joy when she raised it high above her shoulder.

A Naughty Girl Deserves a Spanking – a fragment

“Take me home, Gloria.” I held Gloria’s eyes with my own – her warm brown eyes were locked on my own. “I need you now.”

Gloria froze for a moment. She knew I had never been with a woman before. “Are you sure?” she asked. It was a polite question, hiding the desire that was plain in her eyes. Gloria wanted me desperately, but not so much as to put me ill at ease. After dancing around the subject of girl-love and girl crushes for so long, Gloria was willing to wait a little bit longer.

I wasn’t. My body was on fire from the brief touches of fingertips on my flesh. I wanted her. “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”

Those words sent a shiver through Gloria – a tremor that she shared with me in a gentle kiss. As our lips parted, I held her close to my body and whispered: “But I haven’t been honest with you.”

Gloria tensed. I could see the worry in her eyes.

“It’s nothing illegal, and I don’t have a boyfriend.” I brushed her lips with my own. My fingers casually caressed the smooth flesh of her arm. “But sometimes, I’m a bad girl.”

Gloria’s eyes widened at this confession. “And?” she said, raising an eyebrow.

Nibbling on Gloria’s ear, I let my tongue flicker along her sensitive skin. “Sometimes, I’m so naughty that I need a spanking.”

I felt the heat of a sudden blush of heat rush through Gloria’s skin. She was embarrassed, but as her hands encircled my waist, desire pulsed low in my belly. Gloria disengaged me from her ear, and then tipped her head back till our lips were once again pressed tenderly against one another.

“A good, hard spanking.” I murmured against her lips and kissed her gently.

Vacation Arrest – #SatSpanks #ASMSG

naked woman in a bikini on a white backgroundJoin two women when take off on an all-expenses paid vacation across country, but wind up on the wrong side of the law when they speed through the small town of Springton, Alabama. Katherine and Lindsay soon find out that justice is erotically different in the South, and the women have a choice: six months in jail, or accept whatever punishment local law enforcement decides upon. Enjoy Katherine’s and Lindsay’s sexy romp through humiliation, anal play, caning, and submission, when male and female officers teach these women a lesson in obedience! The story is F/M/f/f and is definitely for Adults Only.

“Well,” Katherine began. She licked her lips and appeared to focus on a distant object through the windshield. “Bill and I like mostly to play light bondage games.”

“Really?” Lindsay asked, sitting far forward on her seat. She dropped her hands into her lap. “Bondage? You mean with ropes and handcuffs?”

“Nothing dangerous.” Katherine’s face flamed a bright red. “It’s playtime, you know? And yes, we use ropes. He likes to tie me up and then tease me. Sometimes he blindfolds me.”

Lindsay sighed audibly and squirmed in her seat. “That sounds like fun.”

“I like being submissive,” Katherine said. “When Bill is in control, it gives him all kinds of kinky ideas.”

Lindsay’s eyes got wider as she listened to Katherine’s confession. “Wow!” she breathed. “I never would have guessed: “What does he do to you when you’re tied up?”

Katherine wiggled in her seat, trying to get comfortable. Talking about her adventures in the bedroom and office were making her hot. “Sometimes, he pinches my nipples when I’m blindfolded,” she said. “And he licks me all over while I’m helpless. Just the tip of his tongue; he drags it over my body, and his breath is hot on my flesh.” Katherine’s tongue slipped between her lips, and her voice got softer with the memory. “He likes touching my ass while I’m tied up, and I can usually expect to be spanked at some point.”


“Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it, Lindsay.” Katherine looked quickly at the young intern. “It can be very erotic.”

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