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She’ll Get a Spanking When She Gets Home – a fragment



Carol heard the wail of the siren behind her. First she glanced up into the rearview mirror, then quickly at her speedometer.

“Damnit,” she squeaked. “Oh, no!”

The needle hovered at 70 miles per hour, a full 20 mph over the speed limit. Carol gripped the steering wheel tightly and took her foot off the gas pedal. She fought the urge to jam her toes onto the brakes.

“Shit,” she murmured as the car coasted to a stop. “Shit, shit, shit.”

The radio was still loud in her ears. Ironically, Radar Love was the current tune.

No more speed, I’m almost there
Gotta keep cool now, gotta take care
Last care to pass, here I go
And the line of cars drove down real slow

Behind her, a motorcycle cop pulled his beefy bike close to Carol’s rear bumper.

“I can’t get a ticket,” Carol moaned. “Not now.” She reached over and snapped off the radio. “Damnit. Not another one. Sylvia will kill me!”

Two weeks earlier, Carol had been ticketed for driving 50 mph down a city side street. The scenario had been much the same. The young woman had lost herself in the music on her radio, and Carol hadn’t paid attention to her speed or surroundings. Unfortunately, she had breezed past a patrol car without so much as tapping her brakes. That ticket had taken $380 out of twosome’s monthly budget. A month before that, a separate speeding ticket had cost the couple nearly $500.

“If you get one more ticket,” Sylvia had said. “I will blister your ass until you can’t sit down.”

Carol and Sylvia had been lovers long enough for Carol to know that her significant other was not joking when she promised to spank her. Past misdeeds had resulted in merciless punishment. Long spankings that left Carol bruised and crying. And quite recently, Sylvia had purchased a wicked little cane from a Web site in the U.K. Carol hadn’t yet experienced that thin piece of wood across her bare backside, and she wasn’t at all looking forward to feeling that cane on her flesh.

A boot crunching in gravel caught Carol’s attention. She looked into her side mirror as the officer stepped alongside of Carol’s car.

“Damnit!” Carol ran nervous fingers through her long blonde hair. She was young and pretty, with a clear complexion and bright blue eyes. “I can’t get a ticket,” she thought. For one brief moment, Carol considered hitting the gas hard and speeding away.

“License and registration, Miss.”

Carol closed her eyes and gripped the wheel. The moment passed. She huffed out a huge sigh, opened her eyes and began to rummage through her large handbag.

“Please, officer,” Carol whispered as she withdrew her drivers license. “I wasn’t going that fast. I mean, I’m late for an appointment.”

Carol turned and batted her long eyelashes. She blinked several times and tried to look both innocent and vulnerable. “I mean, I can’t get a ticket. Please.” She opened her eyes wide and stared pleadingly at the young officer.

“Ma’am, do you know how fast you were going?”

Faced with her misdeed, Carol began to sputter. When she was nervous, Carol talked. A lot. Often, she said way more than she should. She pleaded. She cajoled. Carol rolled her eyes and begged. She even explained that Sylvia had threatened to spank her soundly if ever she got another speeding ticket.

“And she’s not kidding about the spanking, officer.” Carol’s bottom lip trembled. “She has a cane, and she will whip me very hard.” Carol batted her long lashes. “Please, can’t you let me off with a warning?”

“Sylvia?” the cop asked. “Your girlfriend is Sylvia Caruthers?”

Carol stopped speaking. The officer knew Sylvia. Warily, she nodded her head.

The officer took off his sunglasses and smiled. His eyes were chocolate, and his grin was wide and toothy. “You know, I went to school with Sylvia.” He nodded his head as he slipped his glasses into his shirt pocket. “I always liked that girl.” The officer winked. “Not like-like, of course.” He smiled again. “Not that I couldn’t. But she liked girls better than boys even then.” The young officer pulled out his ticket book. “I liked the way she thinks. A strong woman who knows what needs to be done.” The officer put his pen to the pad and began to write the ticket.

“No, please, no,” Carol sobbed. “Sylvia will kill me for this! She will simply kill me!”

The young officer smiled and held out his ticket pad to Carol for her signature. “Now, now, ma’am,” he said, chuckling. “She’s not going to kill you.” He tore off the ticket and passed it through the window. “Whip your ass, certainly. But I imagine she’s spanked you before, hasn’t she?”

A red flush burned across Carol’s face as she nodded.

He chuckled. “And I imagine you needed it then, as much as you need it now.” There were tears in Carol’s eyes, yet the officer was impervious to her woes.

“Have a pleasant evening, ma’am. And try to slow down.”

Marie Earns a Switching – a fragment

Marie took a deep breath. “Please, Gloria,” she said. “I didn’t mean it. “Last night was a mistake.”

“I’m disappointed in you, Marie.” Gloria silently shook her head. “I thought what we have together means more to than a quick, one night stand with some bimbo.”

“It does, Gloria!” Marie pleaded.

Gloria pursed her lips. This was the second time in as many weeks that Marie had stepped out of their relationship for a quick and meaningless fling. If Gloria didn’t punish her girlfriend, it would happen again. Wistfully, she gazed out the kitchen window at the huge willow tree in the backyard. Then Gloria nodded once to herself as if making up her mind.

“All right, Marie,” she said. “You want this to work? Then go outside and cut a switch off that willow tree.” Marie looked up in surprise. “I’m going to give you a spanking.”

Marie’s eyes widened with fear. “Gloria, please!” she begged her girlfriend. “Please don’t switch me! I promise I’ll never cheat again.”

Marie was still pleading even as Gloria pulled a butcher knife from the knife block on the counter.

“I’m not going to say it again.” Expertly, Gloria flipped the knife around so that she held it by the blade, then handed it to Marie.

Tearfully, Marie accepted the knife. She opened her mouth to beg again, but saw Gloria’s rigid stance. There would be no arguing her girlfriend out of this. Marie hung her head and shuffled out of the kitchen. She paused long enough at the door to look back at her girlfriend; Gloria had her arms folded across her chest, a stern look on her face. A single tear fell on Marie’s cheek as she pushed the door open and walked like a doomed girl to the tree outside.

Marie knew what was expected of her. She cut and trimmed a switch about four feet long. It was an inch thick at the base and tapered to a thin whip of a switch. Keeping her eyes firmly on the switch in her hands, Marie walked as slowly as she could: across the lawn, up the back porch stairs, and finally to the back door. The teary-eyed girl shook as she pushed the door open and handed the switch to a still-fuming Gloria. It was then that Marie noticed that a straight-backed chair had been pushed into the middle of the kitchen floor.

Gloria examined the switch. “Yes,” she said, swishing it through the air several times. “That’s perfect.” Marie cringed at the evil hiss of the switch as it cut the air. “All right, Marie. Take off your pants, and bend over the back of the chair.”

“Please, Gloria,” Marie pleaded. “Don’t do this.” But Gloria’s silence spoke volumes; There would be no reprieve. Tearfully, Marie unzipped her jeans and pushed them down to her ankles, baring her milky-white thighs.

“Your underwear,” Gloria said. She pointed the switch at Marie’s silky undergarments. “Pull them down.”

By now, tears streaked Marie’s red face, but she obediently turned her back and pulled down her panties, exposing her pale, well-shaped buttocks. With the silky panties at mid-thigh, she shuffled to the chair and bent over its ladder-back.

“Grip the seat tightly,” Gloria said.

Marie, her bare bottom thrust high in the air, whimpered.

Gloria raised the switch high above her head. “Don’t let go of that seat, Marie,” she said lowly, and then swung with all her strength.


Stacey’s Spanking – a fragment

“Are you ready?”

I looked at my lover, seated on the couch. Her anger had faded, but not her determination. I shrugged my shoulders. “I guess.” I knew what was coming, and I knew why. But that didn’t make me feel any better.

“Stand up,” she said. “Take off your shorts and come here.”

I stood slowly, biting my lip and fidgeting with my fingers, and then slid my shorts to the floor. Dragging my feet, I approached my girlfriend and allowed her to pull me over her lap.

“I’m disappointed in you,” she said, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of my panties. “I didn’t expect you to do something so quickly, after you’d already been punished for it.” Slowly, she dragged my panties down until my bare butt was exposed. One hand rested on my ass, while with her other, she held in position. I put my hands flat on the floor and balanced in her lap. A shiver ran through me as I stared at the hardwood planks below. This wasn’t my time to talk.

“I was worried about you, Stacey,” my lover said, patting my bottom gently. “I looked for you everywhere after you left the bar.” She lifted her hand off my bottom, and I caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of my eye, high above her head.


I gasped, and tears stung my eyes.

“I know that you were drinking, and you may not have thought about what you were doing.”


“But I don’t want you to ever do that again. Do you understand me, Stacey?”


Her hand was like a hot iron on my ass, and she delivered several more smacks to my bottom and thighs. Before I realized it, I was kicking and howling with both pain and humiliation.

“No more.” SMACK! “Running off.” SMACK! “Do you.” SMACK! “Understand?” SMACK! SMACK!

I howled with every fresh spanking, and I heard the disappointment in her voice. “Yes, I understand,” I sobbed, my head bobbing up and down. “Yes! Yes!”

She ended with two sharp blows – one to each cheek – and I lay over her knee, crying like a baby: Crying because my bottom was on fire, and crying because I’d let my lover down.

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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Sophia is Spanked for Flirting … Again – a fragment

Learning to obey

Learning to obey

“Please Alice,” Sophia wailed. “I’m sorry! I promise, I’ll never do it again.” Sophia sobbed, and kicked her legs hard against the bed. “Really, Alice. No more flirting. Ever!”

Alice sighed and picked up the hairbrush. She tightened her grip on her wiggling girlfriend. “You’ve made that promise so many times, Sophia.” She tapped the back of the brush against her girlfriend’s bare bottom. “We’ve tried a bare-handed spanking, and that didn’t work. Now I will spank you with this hairbrush, and I want think about what you’ve done.” Alice raised the brush above her shoulder. “Do you understand me.”

Alice didn’t wait for Sophia’s reply. Instead, she landed a sharp SMACK! right in the middle of Sophia’s round bottom.

“Yes,” Sophia screamed. She looked over her shoulder and kicked her feet, banging them against the mattress with a thip-thup-thip sound.

Alice spanked Sophia faster. Harder. Each swat beginning above her shoulders and landing with a SPLAT! on Sophia’s tender cheeks. Sophia struggled in Alice’s grip and cried out when each swat landed with authority and vigor.

Alice knew that she was pushing Sophia to her limits; but Alice also believed that Sophia needed to learn a lesson about flirting, if she didn’t want anything like this spanking to happen again.

Alice spanked on and on, alternating between Sophia’s sweet cheeks, with enough of a sting in each swat to make her point. Finally, as Sophia’s cries turned to sobs, Alice slowed the pace of the spanking, until she stopped all together. Sophia stopped struggling, but remained in Alice’s lap, crying softly.

Alice’s anger at Sophia’s bad behavior was gone. She tenderly rubbed Sophia’s back and shoulders, and slid her cool hand over Sophia’s hot buttocks. “Shhh, Sophia,” Alice said. “It’s all over dear.” Alice brushed Sophia’s long, black hair from her tear-streaked face, and gently patted her hot and freshly spanked round bottom.