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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.


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.


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!

Spanked for Spice – an excerpt

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naked woman in a bikini on a white backgroundSpanked for Spice – When Vivian steals the most valuable spice in the world, she’s offered a choice by the shopkeeper – jail or a sound spanking. But when Vivian’s wife finds out about the theft, only a caning will make things right. WARNING: Contains mature adult themes, BDSM, spanking, caning, and explicit situations. STRICTLY for adults ONLY. All sexual acts depicted are consensual and between adults aged 21 years and over.

“This way,” Janet said, leading her friend to the sofa. Vivian opened her eyes again and obediently followed. Sitting on the antique sofa, Janet motioned to Vivian to sit down beside her. Laura sat down in a straight-backed chair in front of the roll top desk.

For several long moment, Janet said nothing. Instead, she held her friend’s eyes with her own for what seemed like an eternity. Vivian sobbed quietly. She knew deep down that Lucy had given Janet permission for this punishment. She shook as a chill swept through her body.

“In just a minute,” Janet said, breaking the silence, “I’m going to spank you.” Janet looked deeply into Vivian’s eyes. “You understand why, don’t you?”

Vivian’s lower lip trembled. She looked away and saw Laura leaning forward in the straight-backed chair. The shopkeeper’s green eyes sparkled with anticipation, and Laura was openly leering at the young woman. Vivian’s flushed a deep red. She was already embarrassed. She didn’t understand why her humiliation had to continue. “Does she have to be here?”

Laura settled back into her chair and crossed her legs. She waited for Janet to answer.

“I’m going to spank you, because you tried to steal from Laura.” Janet took a deep breath. Her blue uniform tightened across her full breasts. “Don’t you think she has a right to watch your punishment?”

Vivian bit her lip. She wanted to say no. To beg again for forgiveness. But she couldn’t bring herself to say the words. Vivian knew that Luciana had given her permission for this punishment. Vivian’s wife was angry with her. Adding the humiliation of an audience to a spanking was Luciana’s way of showing that anger. Vivian didn’t want to make her punishment any worse by defying her wife’s orders. “Yes, ma’am,” she finally murmured. “She has a right to be here.”

“So, just to be sure. You know why I’m going to spank you?”

Vivian studied her feet. She was ashamed and frightened. “Yes,” Vivian whispered. She clenched her fingers tightly. Inwardly, she moaned. This was supposed to be a happy time of year, and the saffron was going to be a gift for the woman she loved. She just couldn’t believe that it had all turned out so badly.

“Stealing is never right, Vivian.” Janet licked her lips. “If someone else had caught you, the consequences would be much more severe.”

Vivian closed her eyes. She didn’t want a lecture. She just wanted this over with. Another tear squeezed out between her eyelids.

“Lucy’s just glad that you’re all right and that you’re not going to jail.”

Vivian nodded silently. Behind her, Vivian heard Laura shift in her chair.

“None of us want to see you go to jail,” Janet said. She placed her hand on Vivian’s knee in an attempt to comfort her friend. “Lucy said giving you a spanking would be the best course of action, as long as Laura agreed.”

Vivian opened her eyes and nodded. Tears coursed down her cheek. Janet was right, she thought. So was Lucy. Vivian didn’t want to go to jail, and Laura had agreed not to report the crime, so long as she could watch as Vivian was spanked.

“Stand up, Vivian,” Janet whispered. The young woman squeezed her eyes together tightly, and then slowly stood up in front of the security officer. She opened her eyes and faced Janet. “Now take off your jacket and lay across my knees.”

Trembling, Vivian shrugged out of the heavy garment, and then laid it on the antique sofa. As though chilled, Vivian shivered. She stood looking down at her friend.

“Now, Vivian,” Janet said, patting her lap. “I want you to lay across my lap. You’ve been a bad girl, and it’s time for your punishment.”

With a rueful glance over her shoulder at Laura, Vivian obeyed, laying across Janet’s lush lap. It was only a few days earlier that Lucy had spanked Vivian for overspending her grocery budget. Her bottom was still sore from that lesson. Vivian’s heart pounded. Another spanking over those bruises would sting horribly. Yet Vivian settled into position, her bottom high and her face down. She closed her eyes and pressed her face against the soft fabric of the sofa. It was clean, yet still musty with age. Vivian suppressed a sneeze and wished that she could appreciate the antique furniture. Instead, her tears dampened the aged fabric.

Vivian counted the seconds until her skirt was lifted and her panties pulled down. She knew that would have been Lucy’s directions to Janet – a bare bottom spanking for her wicked deed. Vivian blushed again, and even her bottom turned a bright pink.

A sudden gasp reminded Vivian that Laura was still in the room. She twisted her head and peeked at the shopkeeper. Laura was seated in the straight-backed chair. Her legs were crossed, and she gripped the seat of the chair tightly. Yet it was the look in Laura’s eyes that gave Vivian pause; the shopkeeper’s face was a mask of glee, and Laura’s dark eyes glittered with lust and expectation.

Vivian didn’t have time to wonder what Laura was thinking. A sudden sharp slap impacted her bare bottom, and Vivian gasped. It stung far more than she expected, and Vivian had a fleeting thought that Janet had probably spanked a woman before. Another flat-handed strike followed the first, and a burn spread out quickly through Vivian’s fleshy bottom. Then another impact, and another. Vivian squirmed and kicked. She sobbed like a little girl as the Janet’s firm palm smacked Vivian’s bottom again and again. It was as though a fire was burning on Vivian’s bottom, and Janet’s hand was the hot coal imprinting her tender flesh.

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Nancy’s Spanking – a fragment

“Are you going to spank me?”

“Yes Nancy, I am.”

“But why?” Nancy’s bottom lip trembled, “I won’t do it again. I promise!



Lauren held the credit card reciept in her hand. This latest charges put them nearly $200 over budget. She and Nancy would live on beans and rice for the rest of the month. Lauren had to get her girlfriend’s spending under control. A sound spanking seemed to be the only way to get Nancy’s attention.

“You said that the last time, Nancy.” Lauren closed her fist around the receipt. She counted to ten before she went on. “You’ve broken the rules again, and you know that if you break the rules,  you get spanked.” Lauren dropped the tiny wad of paper on the floor. “This can’t continue. Do you understand that, Nancy?”

Tears rolled down Nancy’s cheeks. She had tried so hard to stay within their agreed upon budget. But when she saw the smart skirt and blouse set on sale she couldn’t resist. She knew even as she purchased them that Lauren would be angry. Yet Nancy had hoped that once her girlfriend saw what a bargain Nancy had gotten on the clothing that she would understand.

“I know, Lauren,” Nancy whispered. “But they were on sale.”

Lauren pressed her lips together into a firm line. She’d heard the excuses before. “It’s time,” she said simply. Lauren sat down in a large armchair. She took the hairbrush from the table beside her. “Now, Nancy.” She patted her lap expectantly.

Nancy sniffed. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to avoid the spanking. Nancy scrubbed the tears from her cheeks and nodded. Slowly, she draped herself across Lauren’s lap.

“Tell, me again, Nancy. How much did you spend on those clothes?” Without waiting for an answer, Lauren raised Nancy’s skirt and then tugged down her panties.

A shiver ran through Nancy. She hated this part of the spanking. The waiting was awful. “$150,” she replied.

Lauren laid the brush on Nancy’s bare backside. “$150.” She tapped her fingers on Nancy’s cool flesh. “And yet, we’re $200 over budget.” tap-tap-tap “What happened to the other $50?”

Nancy took a deep breath. She sobbed.

“I’m waiting, Nancy. What happened to the other $50?”

“I had lunch with Lori,” she whispered.

Her admission was met with frosty silence.


“We were talking about you! Honest. Nothing else happened!”

“So you had a fine lunch with your ex-girlfriend, and you bought new clothes. Is that about it?”


By now, Nancy was miserable. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She had betrayed Lauren’s trust. Tears clouded Nancy’s eyes, and she sobbed uncontrollably.

Lauren picked up the hairbrush and started spanking Nancy’s bare bottom. Nancy cried and flailed her feet, tossing her head wildly and beating the armchair’s cushion. Yet Lauren didn’t slow down the spanking one bit. Instead, the hairbrush came down again and again, like a rain of fire, turning Nancy’s bottom a bright red.

Krystal Wants a Spanking – a fragment

“I don’t know, Krystal.” Luciana’s dark eyes were wide, and a flush swept through her dark skin. “I’ve never-” She paused and bit her full lip. “I’ve never spanked anyone before.” Luciana looked at the wall. At the floor. At the ceiling. She couldn’t meet her girlfriend’s eyes. “I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”

Krystal smiled and pulled Luciana into a tight embrace. She loved everything about her girlfriend. Luciana was gentle and kind. Generous to a fault, and one heck of a good cook. Lucy had a firm body and was a good lover. And for the most part, she knew exactly how to treat a girl. But sometimes, Krystal wanted more – something little bit kinkier than Luciana was familiar with.

“You won’t hurt me,” Krystal whispered. She licked her girlfriend’s ear. “Okay,” she admitted, nuzzling Luciana’s neck with her lips. “That’s not exactly true. It’ll hurt. A lot. But that’s what I want.” With her arms still wrapped around her girlfriend’s waist, Linda leaned back. Her flat stomach pressed hard against Luciana, and Krystal felt a familiar warmth begin low in her belly. “I want you to spank me on the bare bottom. I want you to spank me until I cry.” Krystal looked deep into her girlfriend’s wide eyes. She saw fear there. But she also saw curiosity. “If it hurts too much – or if you’re scared – we can stop, and I won’t ever ask you to spank me again.”

Luciana tensed in her girlfriend’s arms. “You’re sure you want this?”

Krystal smiled again and kissed her girlfriend. “More than anything,” she said. “Right now, I think I want a spanking more than I want that wonderful seafood paella you’re going to make for us tonight.”

Luciana’s eyes widened. “More than my cooking?” A mock-scowl crossed Luciana’s face. “Then I think, young lady, that you definitely need a spanking!”

A wide grin parted Krystal’s lips. She kissed her girlfriend again and released her. “You’ll need to sit down,” she said. “On the couch will be fine.”

Luciana nodded. She backed up until her legs met the sofa. She sat down and smoothed her dress. “Like this?”

Krystal didn’t say anything. Instead, she gracefully draped herself over Luciana’s knees and snuggled in tightly to her girlfriend’s lap. She wiggled her hips and pushed her bottom high in the air.

“Lift my skirt,” Krystal moaned. “And spank me hard.”

Tentatively, Luciana raised Krystal’s plaid skirt above her girlfriend’s plump bottom. Without being asked, she tugged Krystal’s panties down low on her thighs. “You’re going to get a spanking,” Luciana said, softly. She brushed her fingers lightly against Krystal’s lush behind, and then raised her hand high above her shoulder.

“I hope so,” Krystal whispered. Without meaning to, she clenched her buttocks in anticipation of the first strike.