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Bits and pieces of ongoing stories

Spanking Clarice – a fragment


Sister Mary adjusted her robe and waved her hand. “Before you give me that paddle,” the nun said, “I want you to examine it.” The nun grinned and showed her teeth. “This type of paddle isn’t easy to find, as I wanted one that was made of redwood, because it has a color that matches the tone of a spanked ass.” The nun licked her thick lips; Clarice put her head down. “But redwood is heavy, and the man who owned the store talked me out of that particular paddle. Instead, he suggested a hickory paddle.” The nun’s eyes were on Clarice’s downcast face. “The owner of the store explained that a lighter paddle would sting as much as the heavier version, and would not wear out my arm. And the color of hickory is delightful!”

Sister Mary put out one hand and stroked the paddle that Clarice held. “You can see,” the nun said, “how well polished it is, Clarice. The edges rounded, and I’ve had one of my punished students coat it with three coats of lacquer.” The nun put her fingers under the girl’s chin and raised her face so Clarice could meet her eyes. “You can’t help but admire the hickory’s grain,” the nun said, stroking the girl’s cheek. “I sought out a long paddle, so that I could deliver the spankings easily. The head is fifteen inches long, and five inches in width.” The nun smiled and licked her lips again. Telling Clarice the story of the paddle was making Sister Mary hot! “There’s luck in multiples of five,” the nun said. “The handle is 10 inches long. You are fortunate that I found this paddle when I did. It was was the last of its kind and very expensive. But it is worth it, because I know that you will benefit from this experience.”

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.”

Gloria is Caned – a fragment


“I want you to bend over the chair and get a good grip on the seat.”

Gloria’s eyes widened at her girlfriend’s demand. Over the last few days, Jennifer had threatened to spank her, if Gloria didn’t change her ways. After so many threats, the redhead had decided that Jennifer was bluffing.

But now Gloria wasn’t so sure. Jennifer gripped a short rod tightly in her right hand, and she was fairly shaking with rage.

“Now!” Jennifer snapped, raising the cane and pointing at the chair. “Bend over the chair, now!”

Gloria’s mouth opened. She was about to protest. But one quick glance into her girlfriend’s eyes was enough to convince her to obey. Gloria saw anger in Jennifer’s pretty, blue eyes. Something she had never seen before.

Hesitantly, Gloria leaned over the chair back. She was just tall enough to reach the edge of the seat, but had to stretch to grip her fingers around the edge. Dazed, Glorian still couldn’t believe that Jennifer would actually use the cane on her backside.

Then Gloria felt Jennifer’s fingers twist the hem of her skirt. The redhead tensed as Jennifer rolled her skirt and tucked it into her belt, out of the way. Gloria’s white panties – the only protection the redhead’s upturned bottom would have from Jennifer’s cane – were now exposed.

Involuntarily, Gloria trembled.

“Please,” she whispered. “Don’t do this.”

Jennifer responded with a sudden open-handed slap on Gloria’s backside.

“No!” Gloria jerked her head up and howled. She’d been spanked at home by her parents, but it had never hurt so much. At first Gloria thought Jennifer’s slap was the first stroke of the cane, but then she realised it was only her girlfriend’s hand.

Gloria looked over her shoulder and saw Jennifer raise the cane.

“Six strokes, Gloria,” Jennifer said, lifting the cane above her shoulder. “And you’d better stay in position, or I’ll add another stroke!”

Sss-CRACK!

The cane whipped across Gloria’s pantied-covered bottom. Gloria screamed and leapt upright. She spun where she stood to face Jennifer, her fingers clutching her stinging bottom.

Calmly, Jennifer waited for her girlfriend’s cries to subside. When they did, Jennifer pointed at the chair again.

“That stroke doesn’t count,” she said. “Now, bend over. You still have six to go.”

Lilah and Darlene are Spanked with a Slipper – a fragment


“Bend over, Lilah, and grip your ankles.”

Darlene watched as the trembling young woman bent at the waist. She was a limber girl, and the blonde easily assumed the position, her long hair falling forward, like a waterfall to the wooden floor. And though Lilah had easily bent and grasped her ankles, the young woman was obviously terrified; her entire body shook as she bent forward.

“I think this time, Lilah, you have earned 12 strokes with the slipper.”

Darlene heard the young girl squeak as the punishment was announced.

“And each of those strokes,” the Mistress continued, “will be upon your bare bottom.”

“Oh no, Mistress.” They were Lilah’s first words since she and Darlene had entered the Mistress’s chambers. “Please not on my bare bottom. Please!” Though Lilah pleaded, she did not move from her position. She cried. She begged. But Lilah did not release her ankles.

Darlene was thunderstruck. She herself had never been seriously punished before, and Darlene had never witnessed anyone else getting a spanking. Yet she knew that soon her own bottom would soon be slippered, as she and Lilah were in the Mistress’s office for the same offense. The idea of 12 strokes on her own tender flesh were almost beyond comprehension. Darlene had been spanked as a child – paddlings to get the attention of a very young girl. But even then, her parents had never raised her dress, let alone lowered her panties.

But the Mistress had a different idea about punishment, and Lilah appeared to be familiar with what was coming. The young woman continued to plead for the sanctity of her bottom, but she did not let go of her ankles. Darlene heard Lilah’s ragged breath, as the young woman drew it in, to once again beg for her bottom.

“Enough!” The Mistress stepped forward, brushing Darlene out of the way. She rolled Lilah’s pale blue skirt up, well over the young woman’s back, exposing silky white panties. “I advise you hold onto your ankles, Lilah.” Mistress dragged the young woman’s panties the girl’s to mid-thigh. “Lest you earn extra strokes.”

Despite her own fear of the slipper, Darlene felt sorry Lilah.  Darlene knew that her presence at the spanking intensified her friend’s punishment.  Yet Darlene couldn’t resist gazing at Lilah’s lovely bare bottom.  It was so small. So white. So perfect in its symmetry. Darlene found herself wondering what kind of marks the Mistress’s slipper would leave on that creamy bottom.

Moments later Darlene watched as Mistress drew the slipper back and then whipped it forward and down onto Lilah’s white flesh. The force of the stroke brought an instant scream from Lilah’s lips, and Darlene ecohed that cry with a moan of her own. Darlene was horrified at the force of the strike, and she knew that her own punishment would be much worse.

Lucinda’s Caning – a fragment


“Remove your blouse and skirt and hang them neatly in the closet.”

Lucinda was terrified and blushing near to tears. Yet she moved shaking fingers to the buttons of her blouse. As the button popped free, Terri turned from her girlfriend and walked to a tall cupboard in the corner of the room. Lucinda squeaked as Terri opened the door and selected a cane. The rod was about three feet long and a half an inch thick. Terri held the cane for a moment, then grasped either end and flexed the slender wooden implement. Releasing one end, the cane sprang back into shape, as though it had a life of its own.

Terri then turned to see her girlfriend standing nervously by the chair. The young woman was wearing only her pantyhose and bra.

“Pantyhose, too, Lucinda. And your panties.”

A single tear slid down Lucinda’s cheek as she bent to obey. She didn’t want to give Terri any more reasons to be angry with her and quickly discarded her silky undergarments.

“Please,” Terri cried, covering her modesty with her hands. “I’m so sorry! I’ll never do it again!”

Terri shook her head back and forth, and her blonde curls followed her movement. “I don’t enjoy caning you,” she said slowly. “But this whipping will teach you a lesson that you will remember for a long time.” Using the cane as a pointer, Terri gestured at their bed. “Now lie face down on the bed, and grip the far edge.”

Lucinda was sobbing openly, yet she moved quickly to obey. When the young woman was in position, Terri stepped forward and tapped Lucinda’s bottom with the cane, causing the girl to flinch. Terri then drew the cane back. The quick swish of the air alerted Lucinda of the impending strike, and her buttocks involuntarily tightened.

Then Terri unleashed the first stroke, slashing the cane down sharply with a flick of her wrist.