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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.

Spanking

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.”

Good Girls, Bad Girls: They All Deserve a Spanking


Anna pulled her car onto the gravel driveway and eyed the crumbling mansion with suspicion. It didn’t look like anyone had been in the home for years, and it damned sure didn’t appear to be a good place for a meeting.

More like a place for a murder,” she murmured to herself. “Or something equally as bad.”

Even good girls deserve a spanking.

Anna took a note from her pocket and compared it to the address.

1313 Mockingbird Lane,” she said to herself. Anna kept her voice low. There was no one around no one to hear her ruminations. But still, whispering seemed appropriate.

Sophia in her Leather Harness

“It’s the right address. But this damn sure doesn’t look like the right house.”

Anna shook her head. The address matched the one she has received in e-mail. But something was off. “Damn,” she muttered, then lifted her door handle. “I’ll have to check this out.” Her foot crunched into the gravel, and Anna stood straight beside her car. She eyed the house again for movement, then carefully closed the car door.

Anna was dressed simply: khaki pants, a white blouse and sneakers. She had her hair tied back into a ponytail and wore no jewelry. Typically, when Anna received email at her private address, it meant a mission. But this particular email hadn’t been specific enough for her to suss out a possible agenda. So rather than wear a black unitard and camouflage make-up, she chose more direct clothing. Easier to explain why she wasn’t dressed as a spy, than to wear her more typical garb.

The downside, of course, was that Anna was a beautiful woman with large breasts. If she wasn’t trying to hide her identity, she was the kind of woman who stood out in a crowd.

Even now, in the dimming sunlight, she almost glowed in the dark. Anna knew that she was gorgeous; that she attracted both men and women. But that couldn’t be helped. Indeed, it could turn out to be an asset, she thought.

Anna glanced at the email that she had printed out. “Go now, to 1313 Mockingbird Lane. Find a woman named Jenkins.”

Nothing more to the email. The headers had been forged; not at all uncommon in her line of work. She couldn’t trace the email. But then, only her handlers had her Hush mail account.

So when Anna received the email, she locked up her house and hit the road. She always closed the house up tight when leaving for a mission. No telling how long she would be gone. Closing up a house that tightly was expensive, but so was Anna. There weren’t many freelance female agents, so Anna could charge what she wanted. Besides. She was good at her job. As good as any man, and more versatile.

Anna crumpled the note and shoved it into her pocket. Carefully, she approached the house. A sudden gust of wind howled around the edge of the home as she drew near. It whipped a few strands of her blonde hair loose from the ponytail. The sun edged a little lower in the sky. Anna looked up.

Was that candle always lit?” Anna wondered. “I don’t remember it.” Apprehension caused her to be more cautious in her approach. She crouched and noted that the sun also seemed to have dropped below the horizon. Tall trees surrounded the mansion, and the grounds were suddenly gloomy. In her crouch, Anna seemed to skitter across the front lawn. She was careful, but still, Anna was expected.

The front door creaked open before Anna could put a hand to the knob. “What the-?” Anna was startled only because there was no one behind the door; there was no one visible who could have pushed it open. “Shit!” she murmured. “Not good.”

Still, a job was a job. Anna was well paid because she wasn’t easily scared off.

She stepped onto the porch and looked inside. What she saw surprised her.

Outside, the house was a decaying mansion, passed its prime and grandeur. There were a scattering of broken windows, missing shingles and broken drainpipes. The lawn was more field than grass, and the stand to the mailbox was snapped in two.

Anna was ready for the home to be in total disarray empty, and void of life. But that’s not what she found. The inside of the home was impressive, a lush beauty that belied the crumbling exterior. The foyer glowed with candle light, and it flickered off rich, hardwood floors. Above the floors hung paintings of nude women, cavorting with men and satyrs. It all looked almost demonic, with the paintings of nude seeming to dance in the red flickers. And the sounds! Tinkling laughter definitely that of women filtered through the home, and from somewhere, a jazz piano.

This gets stranger and stranger,” Anna murmured. She put a hand into her pocket. Anna rarely used her weapon a snub-nosed .38 but she had it with her always, just in case. Anna didn’t mind that it created a gun-like bulge in her pocket. So much the better that people knew she was armed. “Let’s just see what we shall see.”

Anna slipped carefully through the door. Once inside, Anna could see there was a sign posted in the hallway: “Alice’s House Enjoy Yourself.”

As Anna read the sign, the door slammed shut behind her.

Goddammit!” Anna leaped to the door and grabbed the knob with her left hand. With her right hand, she pulled the pistol from her pants. “Open the fucking door!” Anna had the gun out, but there was no one to point it at. She yanked at the door knob. The front door didn’t budge.

This isn’t funny, goddammit!” Anna waved the gun around. “Show yourself!”

She’s a bad girl.” It was a woman’s voice, and it was beside Anna! She whirled to her right and aimed her gun; but there was no one there!

A very bad girl,” another voice agreed. “Only bad girls have guns.” It came from the other side, and Anna spun again, this time letting go of the door knob. She turned right. Then left. Then entire circle, waving the gun the entire time. “Where are you!?” Anna screamed. “Goddammit! Open the damn door.”

I bet she came here to steal something.” It was a third voice, and again, it was female.

Miz Jenkins will know what to do with her.” It was yet another female voice .

Jenkins!” Anna snarled. “Bring me your Mrs. Jenkins,” she snapped. “Bring her to me now!”

Suddenly, the temperature in the house seemed to drop by about 20 degrees, as a cold wave swept down the hallway. The gun was snatched from Anna’s hand by invisible forces and Anna’s hands were pinned to her sides.

That’s Miz Jenkins,” an older, female voice said. Anna was lifted by unseen hands until her feet dangled above the floor. Anna kicked the empty air, but connected with nothing. “You girls are right,” Miz Jenkins said. “This is a bad girl.”

Fuck you!” Anna screamed. “Let me go.” Anna kicked again. And again, her foot connected with nothing.

Apparently in response, Anna’s khaki’s were unsnapped and then yanked off her legs. Anna found herself nude below the waist except for her white cotton panties.

Hold her, girls,” Miz Jenkins said, still invisible. “I know just what bad girls need.”

In front of Anna, a piece of the hardwood floor was slowly bent upward until it snapped!

Bad girls need a spanking!”

Anna struggled wildly in the ghostly arms, kicking and flailing. All the while her eyes tracked the three-foot piece of flooring as it floated around behind her.

SMACK!

Yowtch!” Anna screamed.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Yow! No! Stop!”

Suddenly, Anna felt her cotton panties snatched off. Her ass was bared, and there were female voices giggling all around her.

SMACK!

Ouch!” Anna yelled again. The swinging board was relentless, and Anna’s legs were flailing in mid-air. And though her buttocks burned from the spanking, she felt a different kind of warmth beginning deep in her belly: One set of the ghostly hands had released her, and found their way to her pussy.

Oh, god! No!”

As the board rose and fell, the fingers slid deep inside of her.

Stop! No! Don’t! Stop!”

Apologize!” It was Miz Jenkins’ disembodied voice issuing the command. “Apologize for swearing!”

All right!” Anna screamed. “I’ll be good! I promise. I’ll be good!”

The board hovered in the air. “Apologize for swearing,” Miz Jenkins said again.

Anna was still suspended in in the air, ghostly fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy. Her ass was bright red and her legs were exhausted from kicking. “Fuck off!” she screamed. “Let me down!”

SMACK!

Say that you’re sorry!” Miz Jenkins demanded.

Anna spun in mid-air. Her legs were tired, yet she was still horny. She couldn’t see anyone, but felt another set of hands join the first: four hands stroked her pussy; the board rose and fell.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Are you sorry?” the disembodied voice of Ms. Jenkins demanded.

Anna felt herself lowered to the floor. She couldn’t kick, and really didn’t feel like moving. A ghostly mouth was on her breast. Ghostly hands covered her body and masturbated her furiously. She sucked in a breath; the makeshift paddle was raised high in the air. Anna felt an orgasm boiling her stomach.

I’m a good girl,” Anna said through her teeth. “And good girls deserve” Anna gasped as three fingers slipped deep inside of her and tongues slathered her body. “Fuck you, Casper,” Anna said between clenched teeth.

SMACK!

Lies get Lauren Spanked – a fragment


“You know that what you did was wrong, don’t you?” Gabriella’s words were slow, and deliberate. Her violet eyes shone with disappointment.

Lauren trembled and dropped her head. She sobbed softly, her tears staining the floor below.

“Why would you do that?” The annoyance was clear in Gabriella’s voice. “If you’d only asked me first.”

“I was afraid you’d say no,” Lauren mumbled, her chin tucked firmly against her chest. “And I really didn’t think you’d mind.”

Gabriella sighed and smoothed her skirt. “That’s not true, Lauren.” Gabriella clasped her slim hand in her lap. “You knew that I would mind very much. That’s why you didn’t say anything.”

Lauren didn’t answer. She snuffled and toed the carpet with one shoe.

“I hope it was worth it, Lauren.” Gabriella’s voice was silky smooth and soft. “Because now I’m going to spank you.”

Lauren gasped and risked a look into her girlfriend’s violet eyes. “Please, no,” she cried.

Gabriella continued, as though she hadn’t heard her girlfriend’s pleas. “I’m not spanking you for going.” Gabriella pursed her thick lips. “I’m going to spank you for lying to me.”

Lauren’s sobs started again. Cries that began deep in her chest. The young woman shook, but she didn’t move.

“I want you to take off your skirt and then lie across my lap.”

Trembling, Lauren found the zipper on her skirt. She drew it down slowly and avoided meeting her girlfriend’s eyes. The fabric slithered to the floor and pooled around Lauren’s ankles. Shuddering, the young woman stepped forward. She kicked the skirt free, and then slid across Gabriella’s lap.

“I don’t like having to spank you Lauren.” Gabriella brought her hand down lightly on Lauren’s panty-clad bottom.” But you lied.”

When the spanking began in earnest, Lauren’s sobs quickly shifted to loud cries. She screamed and kicked, but didn’t try to break free of her girlfriend’s grasp. The spanking started slow, yet gradually picked up in speed and intensity; Gabriella left no spot of Lauren’s bottom unspanked.

Spell for Spanking: A Lesbian Spanking Romance – #SatSpanks #ASMSG


Spell for Spanking by Alice Dark

Spell for Spanking

When Isabel inadvertently gives a fiery redhead a love potion, it arouses dark passions in Tasha, an elf half-breed, and leads to a night of lust, spanking and love. But when the potion wears off, the women are faced with the results of their night of passion. WARNING: Contains mature adult themes, BDSM, spanking, anal play and explicit sex. STRICTLY for adults ONLY. All sexual acts depicted are consensual and between adults aged 21 years and over.

In this excerpt, both Tasha and Isabel have been exposed to the love potion, and Tasha is desperately trying to find some privacy before the potion completely takes their senses.


Excerpt from Spell for Spanking: A Lesbian Spanking Romance

“You’re so beautiful.” Isabel leaned over in her seat and put her head on the redhead’s shoulder. “So strong. So lovely.”

Tasha was feeling the effects of the potion. Her heart was telling her to stop the car. To take this wide-hipped beauty and fuck her right there in the front seat of the Mustang. Tasha’s brain knew better, and it fought her heart’s desire for control of Tasha’s lush body. So far, good sense was winning. As much as Tasha wanted to pull the convertible over, she held her course, knowing that they would be safe in their lust for one another at the cabin.

“So beautiful,” Isabel murmured again. She nuzzled Tasha’s neck and slipped her hand between the young woman’s legs.

“No!” Tasha jerked the wheel hard to the left and swerved across the center line. Luckily, there was no traffic bearing down in the other lane. “Isabel, stop!”

But there was no denying the young witch. Isabel slid down Tasha’s body and put her head in the redhead’s lap. “Keep driving,” she said hoarsely, reaching under the redhead’s sundress to slide her hand further up Tasha’s legs. “Watch the road.” Isabel’s wicked smile disappeared as she pressed her mouth against Tasha’s belly. Her fingers were dangerously close to Tasha’s pussy, and the redhead squeezed her legs together hard.

“Please, Isabel,” Tasha moaned. “Just another mile.” The sudden blare of a horn brought Tasha’s attention back to the road. Behind her, a semi truck loomed large in her rearview mirror. “Oh, goddess, just get me through this,” Tasha murmured in prayer. She eased the Mustang back into her own lane. The truck sped up and its horn screeched again. But instead of trying to pass Tasha, the big rig pulled alongside of her convertible.


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