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Spankings – She knows when I need one


Last night, I was overwhelmed. I’d been sick for more than a week, and Thursday would be my first real day back at work. After being out for so long, I had more to do at work than I could possibly finish, and I’d been unusually quiet and grouchy all day. I hadn’t been nice to my girlfriend. I hadn’t been nice at all.

Luckily, my girlfriend, Sofia, knows me better than I know myself. After dinner, she called me from the living room. Ours is a small house. I walked from the kitchen to the living, still sulking and pissy.

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Spankings – She knows when I need one

Sofia caught me as I walked by, and pulled me around the couch. She sat down, still holding my wrist, and then took me across her lap. It’s rare for Sofia to take the lead. Normally, I Top in this relationship. But something in Sofia’s eyes told me it was my turn to be spanked good and proper.

It felt wonderful to be laying across her lap. I felt safe and cared for. And it was a relief to get a break from being the Dominant Bitch. O, don’t get me wrong. I like being Dominant. After our respective submissive upbringings at the hands of the Catholic church, I turned into a full-on radical Femdom for a couple of years. I’ve calmed down some since then, but still, mostly I take the lead.

Not this time. Once I was secure in Sofia’s lap, she snatched up my dress and yanked down my panties. Then she let loose with a series of stinging slaps to my behind! My sweet Sofia didn’t waste any time at all on a genteel warm-up. She whacked my ass hard.

And I loved it! I felt vulnerable and open, and yet I knew that I was totally safe at the same moment.

I also felt the burning in my ass cheeks, and I wiggled hard in Sofia’s lap. But bless her, my girl did not hold back one bit, even though I was kicking and whimpering. She spanked me harder and harder, and my bottom stung with the heat. But every so often, she’d pause in the smacking, and ever-so-lightly brush the furious red hand prints on my butt with her fingertips.

I was squealing by the time she was finished.

Later that night, I thanked her for the spanking. It’s not often that I’m on the receiving end of a spanking. But this time, Sofia knew exactly what I needed and gave it to me.

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.”