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Jacob’s Bare-assed Switching


Come here,” she said. “I want to talk to you”

Jacob looked up quickly. He dared a glance at Mistress Jenna. Her tone wasn’t angry. Perhaps she was going to reward him! Ja

Switching

Switching

cob stood slowly and walked over to sit next to his Mistress on the couch.

Do you remember what toppings you had on your pizza on Monday?”

Jacob was instantly wary. Something was up, and he knew this conversation would not end well for him. He decided to be evasive. “Um,” he said, keeping his head down and his eyes firmly on the pattern in the fabric of the sofa. “That was several days ago, Mistress. I don’t really remember.”

Mistress Jenna kept her tone low. “You told me that you went with Jill to the pizza place.” The Mistress’s voice was still neutral. “I’ve talked to Jill since then.” Mistress Jenna deliberately enunciated the next words slowly: “Jill doesn’t remember pizza, but says she thinks you may have gone to Eruptions instead.”

Jacob’s mouth went dry. He was caught, and he knew it. Eruptions was a strip club; he was not allowed there without permission from Mistress Jenna. “Um, oh that,” he began. “I, um, well I was really with Greg, and we were going to get pizza, but he wanted to stop at Eruptions first

Really?” Mistress Jenna smiled wickedly and arched her eyebrows. “Greg, not Jill, and Eruptions not pizza?”

Jacob swallowed hard. He’d been caught not in one lie, but two. His mind raced furiously, but nothing came to him.

After a few moments, Mistress Jenna grasped his chin and lifted Jacob’s face so that he had to look at her. He immediately looked away.

Why did you lie?” she asked. There was no anger in her voice, but Jacob didn’t mistake those dulcet tones for approval.

I don’t know,” he said. “I think you would have objected to me going to Eruptions.”

Mistress Jenna took a firmer grip on Jacob’s chin. “You’re right. I would have objected. But if you had told me where you’d gone, instead of lying-” Mistress Jenna cleared her throat. “I wouldn’t have felt the need to do what I’m going to do today.”

Mistress, please ” Jacob’s voice rose a notch.

I’m not mad. But you do have a choice.” Mistress Jenna’s voice was still neutral. “I don’t tolerate lying. If you want to remain my pet, you must make amends.”

Please, Mistress.” There were tears in Jacob’s eyes. “Anything. I’ll do anything. Please don’t send me away.”

Mistress Jenna smiled. “Before you promise, you should ask what I have in mind. I want you to make a well-informed decision.”

Well-informed?”

If you want to stay with me, you’ll need a switching.”

A switching?”

Yes,” Mistress Jenna said. “A good switching, and I expect you to take it properly.”

Jacob kept his mouth shut as a fear raced through his head. A switching? Is it going to hurt? On my bare ass? How many strokes? What does she mean be properly? Can I handle it? What if switches me and still makes me leave?

Mistress Jenna stood up. “Have you decided?”

Um. Please. Um.” Jacob stammered. “I want to stay with you. I want to be your pet!”

So you’re saying that you’ll take a good switching?”

He nodded meekly.

I want you to go out and cut three switches from the willow tree in my front yard.” Mistress Jenna pointed out the window. “If I’m not satisfied with the switches you cut, I’ll cut my own and double your punishment. Do you understand?”

Jacob bobbed his head up and down.

Then you’re coming back in here, and you’ll remove your jeans and underwear.” Jacob’s eyes widened. “You’re going to bend over that chair, and you’ll take a switching until I’ve decided you’ve learned your lesson.”

Spanking Meg


She slapped the girl hard across both ass cheeks and Meg squealed. It wasn’t a cry of pain or outrage, but something more something deeper and primal. Alice knew that even though Meg seemed terrified, she was enjoying her helpless situation. Alice spanked her bottom hard again, and two red hand prints slowly criss-crossed Meg’s perfect, white behind.

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Spanking Meg

Tell me Meg,” Alice said, licking her lips. “When was the last time that you were spanked?”

Meg shut her eyes, and a fine tremor shook her frame. “Please, Mistress Alice,” she moaned. “Please don’t spank me again!” But even though Meg seemed to be begging to be released, Alice noted that Meg didn’t struggle to get away; she actually clawed deeper into Alice’s lap as thought to become a part of her.

Alice spanked Meg’s bare ass hard again. Smack! Smack! Smack! Then after those three beats Alice spanked Meg again a little harder.

Ooh,” Meg growled kicking her legs. “Please, Mistress Alice!”

You haven’t answered my question,” Alice said again, spanking the girl’s cheeks slowly and firmly. They blush so beautifully, Alice thought.

Meg didn’t responded, but arched her butt into the spankings.

You are going to tell me,” Alice said, gritting her teeth. “I will make you say the words.”

Bitch!” Meg squeaked, shaking her head.

As a matter of fact I am,” Alice said, smiling wickedly. “But you would likely know me better as the Evil Queen.” Smack! Smack! Smack! Alice punctuated the statement with three rapid swats. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! After only a moment’s pause, Alice delivered five more rapid-fire spankings her palm to Meg’s burning ass cheeks.

Meg burst into tears, but still she clawed at Alice’s lap as though she was trying to be one with the woman. “Please, Mistress Alice! Please! Please!”

Alice’s wicked smile widened, and she whacked the poor girl’s bare ass. Smack! Smack! Smack!

Twin’s Spanking


From the corner of my eye, I saw him approaching. Damn. He must have seen me.

He got close, leaned over and whispered in my ear. “If you do that again, I’m going to get the paddle.”

Shit! Yep. Definitely caught. But I was confused and a little scared. My twin sister was supposed to be here tonight, but at the last moment, I had taken her place. According to my sister, Gwen, her boyfriend (who didn’t know we’d switched!) and I were supposed to canoing after dinner.

Could that be what he meant by paddle?” I knew wasn’t sure, but I was just trying to convince myself it was something darker.

With dinner done, my sister’s boyfriend, Jon, and I walked back to the cabin. It was glad it was dark. Much less chance of him figuring out who I was and asking questions I didn’t want to answer. And I was half-convinced that we would take the trail to the lake instead of our temporary home in the woods.

We didn’t. Instead, he climbed the stairs to the rough-hewn cabin, pushed open the door and went into the dark. Odd that he didn’t flip the switch on the way in. “We have electricity in the cabin,” I thought.

Come on in,” he called out from inside.

Warily, with my hands stretched out in front of my face, I entered the cabin. Almost immediately, he grabbed my left arm and yanked me forward! Tumbling toward him, I tried to protect myself. I threw my hands out in front of my face and was surprised with I didn’t hit the floor.

Instead, my full weight landed squarely across his knee. “Shit!” I said. “What the hell?”

Upon entering the cabin, Jon had sat down in a straight-back chair, and now I was laying across his lap. And as soon as he grabbed my skirt, I knew exactly what was happening! He was going to spank me!

O, damn,” I thought. “Damn, damn, damn.” I wanted to to shout at him: “It’s a mistake, damnit! I’m not my sister!” But, I knew better. Gwen and I had concocted this scheme, and I couldn’t go back on the deal. I knew before I agreed to change places with my sister that Jon was a Dominant. I knew that he would demand obedience, but I never expected to be spanked. Still, I couldn’t go back on my word to my sister. I would have to accept this!

I shuddered in his lap. “How did I get myself into this mess?”

Jon tucked my skirt into my belt and then pulled down my panties. I felt the screams on my lips: that I wasn’t Gwen; that I didn’t deserve this spanking!

But I couldn’t do it. She was my twin. We were more than just sisters. So when Jon’s hand came to rest lightly on my bare bottom I shut my mouth and bit back any cries.

You were a brat at supper, Gwen,” Jon said. “You made fun of the food and my friends. You embarrassed me.”

Jon’s hand was still on my ass as he lectured me again about my manners and attitude. “Jeez,” I thought. “He’s so nit-picky! How can Gwen stand him?” Yet even with those thoughts, I kept my mouth shut. Normally, I would have mimicked him sarcastically making fun of his scolding. But with his hand on my ass, as I lay across his knee I knew that it was best to keep quiet.

This won’t be bad,” I told myself. “He doesn’t dare really hurt me. A few light spanks, and it will be finished.” I smiled, because I knew he couldn’t see me. I would keep my mouth shut and take it for my sister.

At that moment, there was a sudden CRACK! as he walloped my right butt cheek! At first I was stunned, and before I could react, three more spankings hit my cheeks!

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

I howled my surprise and displeasure and fought hard in his lap! But Jon was strong, and he held me tight with one arm while delivering stinging swats with his free hand.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

My firm bottom was getting one hell of a spanking and Jon showed no signs of slowing down. He alternated the strikes so that both cheeks got equal attention. He even spanked the tops of my legs!

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

I was crying loudly at each spank, and my tears soaked his jeans. My bottom was on fire, and I was totally focused on the heat of each stroke.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Yes sir, yes-sir, yes-sir!” I blubbered between the severe strokes. “Please! Yes sir! Anything!”

CRACK! CRACK!

I was saying anything I could think of to get him to stop smacking my bare bottom!

CRACK!

Finally he stopped, and rubbed my bottom lightly. I sobbed and arched my butt into his gentle hand. “Please. Yes. Anything.” I was babbling, and I knew it.

He let me stand, and I pulled my panties up. Jon looked up at me from his chair. He put his finger under my chin to raise my tear-stained face. “Next time, you’ll behave at dinner,” he said. “Bratty girls get spanked. Even when they’re not Gwen.”

I gasped! Jon knew! “But-”

He put his thumb on my lips. “She would have known better than to be so wicked at dinner,” Jon said. “She doesn’t have a bratty bone in her body.” Jon smiled. “Not anymore.”

Vacation Arrest – an excerpt


Katherine had already learned that her young intern had an almost shocking sexual appetite that went far beyond what most college graduates could claim. Lindsay told stories about her numerous lovers and sexual escapades that would make even the horniest young man blush. And she had the kind of body that could turn a man’s head. Lindsay had a beautiful figure – a perfect 34-24-34, and her pert little “B” cup breasts were slightly cone-shaped and topped with thick brown nipples. Lindsay had a slim waist and long legs that fit her 5′ 6” form beautifully. She wore her long, black hair shoved straight back, and she had a clear complexion with just a sprinkling of freckles across her nose. That hair set off Lindsay’s eyes, which were a startling, bright blue.

Vacation Arrest: A Tale of Humiliation, Caning and Submission

Vacation Arrest: A Tale of Humiliation, Caning and Submission

What Katherine found most delightful about the young woman was that she seemed to be in a constant state of arousal. During the two days they had been in the car, sex was the dominant topic of their conversations. Even now, Lindsay had described her dream as delicious, and Katherine knew that once again, the girl was thinking about sex.

“It was a kinky dream,” Lindsay said. “Dark. Brooding. Kind of swirly, and I wasn’t sure where I was. But there was a man there; he was magnificent!”

“It was just a dream, Lindsay.”

“I think his name was Derek, or Dirk, or Dick – something like that.” Lindsay turned her seat. “He was big and bare-chested, wearing a black, leather jacket. No shirt, just the jacket, a pair of jeans and black boots.” Lindsay licked her lips. “He had a paddle in his right hand, and he gave me that come-hither wave with his left hand.”

Spell for Spanking – excerpt


Tasha pulled the car into the deep woods and pushed Isabel away. The redhead was hanging onto her sanity by a thread; she had to make it to the cabin! “Come

Spell for Spanking

on, Isabel. Get out of the car.”

The young shopkeeper flung open the passenger’s door of the Mustang and rolled out of the convertible onto the ground. “Help me,” she cried, stumbling in the gravel. “Please, Tasha.”

The redhead rolled her eyes at the drama of the witch and licked her full lips. She didn’t dare approach the Isabel. Not now. Not when they were so close to the cabin. Huge guardian oaks towered over the young women, and Isabel was beautiful in the dappled sunlight. She was a brunette with pale skin, full lips and bright blue eyes. A slim girl, Isabel was almost boyish in some ways, with small breasts and a narrow waist. But Isabel’s hips gave her away as all woman – full and wide, she was a big-bottomed girl, with an ass that begged to be spanked. Tasha licked her lips again, and imagined Isabel stripped of her simple frock, naked in the cool grass that surrounded the cabin.

“Damnit,” Tasha moaned. The full effect of the dark love potion was taking hold, and all the elf half-blood wanted was to have Isabel in her arms, skin to skin, a tangle of limbs and tongues. With an iron will, Tasha shook herself free of wicked thoughts and turned to the cabin. “Come on,” she said. “We’ve got to get inside.”

Isabel huffed, then stood and followed the redhead up the path to the ancient dwelling. Shuffling quickly, the young witch caught up with Tasha and threw her arms around the girl’s waist. “You’re overdressed,” she said simply, her voice low – a growl in her throat. Hooking her fingers in the bodice of Tasha’s sundress, Isabel ripped it from the redhead’s body.

Whirling, Tasha stood in the long grass that surrounded the cabin, clad only in her white, cotton panties and lacy bra. Her legs were spread wide, and Tasha’s breasts heaved as she snarled her fingers in Isabel’s hair and dragged the shopkeeper into an embrace. Their lips met, and Tasha’s mouth felt as though it was on fire with the fury of Isabel’s probing tongue. With one leg, the redhead tripped tripped Isabel, forcing the young witch backward until she fell. Tasha crashed to the ground with Isabel, their lips locked in a fiery kiss.

Tasha pressed her body hard against Isabel’s. One fist was snarled in the shopkeeper’s long, brunette locks, while the other massaged the witch’s flesh through her dress. Tasha felt the young woman tremble in her arms, and for a moment, Isabel’s entire body tensed. It was a prelude to an orgasm – a minor tremor that shook Isabel’s frame, and then left her rigid and wanting more.

Their kiss was almost a battle – a tangle of tongues and fierce desire. But Tasha was the aggressor, and she dominated the embrace. The elf half-blood had the control and leverage that she needed to decide when the kiss would end. The redhead was on top of Isabel, pinning the smaller girl to the ground. Suddenly, Tasha broke their fierce clench and sat up, straddling Isabel. Her panties were wet; the moisture from her pussy soaked through the thin material, and there was a corresponding wet spot on the front of Isabel’s dress. From her vantage point, Tasha was a green-eyed goddess looking down on the young witch. Her long red hair fell forward, shadowing the beauty of her creamy complexion.

“I’ve ruined your frock,” Tasha growled, noting the moisture on the fabric. “I don’t think you need it anymore.” She gripped the front of Isabel’s simple dress and ripped outward. The buttons on the front of the frock popped free one at a time, flying like angry insects around Tasha’s head. Beneath her clothing, Isabel wore a simple white bra that fastened at the back. Tasha flashed a wicked smile and bent forward. Burying her head between Isabel’s small breasts, she gripped the center of the bra between her teeth and snapped her head back. Under normal circumstances, the material might have held against the onslaught. But not this time – not when the power of the dark love potion fueled Tasha’s lust. The snaps that held the bra in place gave away easily, and Isabel groaned loudly as her breasts were freed.