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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.

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!

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!

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.

Sorority Spanking Rules – a work in progress


Well, my dears, I’ve finally begun my next story, and it’s coming quite nicely. The story is set on a college campus – three sorority girls who’ve broken the rules and about to find out how seriously the sorority president takes those regulations. And for those of you who have read Camp Spank, this story explores Kiyoko Nagamo’s early years.


EXCERPT
“This calls for a celebration,” Stacey had suggested. Stacey was the bad girl of the trio. Pretty, with waist-length red hair, the girl was like a fiery sprite, leading Jill and Jennifer into escapades that tested all of their limits. Under Stacey’s guidance, the girls had many adventures that took them to the edges of respectability and university law. Once, the threesome had dared to swim naked at midnight in the university’s reflecting pool, embracing one another in a slick parody of a lesbian threesome. Another night found them dodging the college’s dull-witted campus police force after they “liberated” all of the mice in the university’s testing facility.

“We’ll have a party in your room,” Stacey said, urging Jennifer and Jill to enjoy their triumphs. She had clasped her hands together as though in prayer and leaned forward with a mock whisper: “Just a small one.”

Without thinking about the consequences of getting caught, Jill and Jennifer agreed. Their victories that week were too great to ignore; they had to remember the moment with a small but vibrant party. Later that evening, they smuggled both alcohol and boys into Jennifer’s and Jill’s room, admonishing the latter to keep quiet. The boys promised to be on their best behavior, yet the party had quickly gotten out of hand, and complaints soon found their way to Phi Gamma’s Sorority President, Kiyoko Nagamo.

Millford College was a co-educational university. Boys and girls shared classes, as well as the college campus. And one of the dormitories was even co-ed, with only a single floor separating the sexes. But several of the sororities at the university held onto the old-world belief that young women needed the protection and structure that a restricted house offered. Phi Gamma was one of those houses.

Only a few weeks earlier, two of the sorority’s pledges had been paddled by the sorority president after the girls had broken the rules by having a small bottle of vodka hidden in the freezer of their small univeristy-supplied refrigerator. They pledges hadn’t been kicked out of the sorority, though each had received a dozen swats with Old Ben, a handmade paddle measuring three feet in length. Kiyoko had calmly administered the punishment in front of the entire sorority, amidst much giggling as the punished girls cried out after each swat.

“Look,” Stacey had said. “We’ll have the party, and we won’t get caught. We can keep the boys occupied, so that they don’t make any noise. And even if we are caught, it’s just a few swats with a paddle.” Stacey had snapped her fingers. “Swats from a paddle are just piffle! A baby could take a paddling.”


Stacey seems to have it all figured out … but there are some surprises in store for the fiery redhead.

Keep an eye out for Sorority Spanking Rules – coming soon!