Last week during LOL9, one of my commenters asked what my favorite spanking story is. I gave a quick answer in my reply, but I thought it deserved its own entry. Not even talking about the professionally published books now — I mean all the stories online that people have put up on forums far and wide. Not their fault; just me knowing what I like, and what strikes a chord in my kinky little brain and heart. That being said… Back in the late 90s when I was first online, there was what they used to call a newsgroup, named Soc.
There were two large screen televisions with cable in the entertainment room and study lounges upstairs. I had fun with you, lover. By that time our mom became more severe, by the way. And they were just that—games. He Nice spanking story his hand on my leg. I gave a quick answer in my reply, but I thought it deserved its own entry.
Second reich uniforms. A girl's quest for satisfaction!
All she wanted was for this to be over but Dave seemed intent on taking his time. Shannon for her part, was furious at the entire matter but unwilling to dpanking pure force to subdue Liz. He guided her to stand beside her couch and place stry hands on the arm so that she bent over slightly. Anyway, someone must have seen me Sttory when the next day I received a summons to appear before the "D" Board. Here's Part I. I Nice spanking story want to see your flower, or your foo-foo and I don't want to see stoory pussy! I next felt her hand stroking my upturned bottom, then SWAT! Price of a webcams admitted. And I'm a If you don't solve the problems, you will receive another spanking with a paddle over my desk. I actually felt wonderful, even though I had just been spanked and caned. She didn't move but Margaery instinctively stepped back. Bend over, spread your legs, what do I want to see? She looked so cute like that. I slowly circled her once.
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- Mia paced nervously across her living room, narrowly avoiding the corner of her coffee table with each turn back and forth.
- Needless to say, these girls were beautiful and did know how to return favors.
- I am Sandeep and here with a real story of my life.
This was the third time I had been late this week. Mr Thompson had been more than fair to me in the past… but I was pushing his understanding to the limit. I really wanted to keep my job… but I also love morning sex. There is nothing like a good hard fucking to start my day. I sat up the back, two seats from the end next to the window.
There was a couple next to me and some school kids messing around jumping from seat to seat. Each bump pushed on my still-hard clit and the hum of the bus was going right through me. The ride took forever and kept me on edge the whole time, which kept my mind off what Mr Thompson would say.
But as I walked into work my stomach my stomach started churning. I walked straight to my desk and started working. It was already Scanning the list I saw a message from reception.
Taking a long breath I looked at one or two more emails then decided to get it over with. His PA Carol called and let him know I was there. My heart was pounding harder than Nathan had pounded my pussy this morning.
I waited five minutes or so - cursing my horny pussy for needing a regular fucking. My head was running over different excuses and stories I could use to try and keep my job. I heard the phone ring, Carol answered it. I stood up; sucked in a few deep breaths and walked towards the door. I opened the door and walked straight in. A step or two into the office I noticed Mr Sung. He was the VP in charge of international sales.
Mr Thompson was about 45, greying a little and very distinguished. He had run the company for the last 5 years, taking over after his father passed away. He had a look that could burn a hole straight through you where you stood but also a kind touch that could make your knees weak. He always wore a perfectly cut suit. I had often thought what he would be like in bed, he was the most powerful person I had ever met and the most self-controlled boss I knew.
Mr Sung was a small man from China. He had worked for the company for three years and helped it prosper in new fields of electronic media. I thought it was strange that he was here for my firing, but I guessed he was a witness. He stood and walked around to the front of his desk. Taking his glasses off and putting the end of one arm in his mouth he sighed,. I have given you many chances - many more than many others.
I have done this because I see a person with the potential to be so much more than what you are right now. I felt his hand touch my chin and lift my face up so my eyes met his. The churning in my stomach stopped and a pulse of pleasure went straight to the troublemaker and man pleaser. A million things raced through my mind. I was hoping for one of them to drop into a slot and a good excuse to come out, but nothing good came up. I held it in. Busy doing what? Mr Sung is busy but he made it on time today.
Carol is always busy but makes it on time. So what was so important that stopped you? I was squirming on my chair for some reason being called to account scared me but also made me horny and really wet. Mr Thompson kneeled next to me. He put his hand on my leg. No reason, no honesty , no anything. His touch sent shivers up my spine. I stayed silent.
He stood up. The words were out before I even thought about what I was saying. I was more scared now than ever before but my pussy was even wetter. I felt like a naughty school girl just confessed to the principal. I really am.
I will make it up I promise. Mr Thompson walked over to Mr Sung and they discussed something for a moment or two. Nodding their heads they had decided.
I have never been given truth like that ever before it showed great courage. The fact is I was going to fire you. Right now is not the time to talk.
I felt like I had been put in the naughty corner. Again my pussy throbbed. I have discussed it with Mr Sung and we both agree. I was shocked. I have been spanked during a good fuck but never on its own. Mr Sung poured himself a scotch from the extensive bar in the corner of the office and moved to the lounge area. I stood up and looked at Mr Thompson.
My heart was racing, my pussy was throbbing and my nipples, harder than ever before, ached. He told me to pick up the chair I was sitting on and move it in front of the lounge area. To my surprise my pussy juice had left a wet patch already. I carried the chair over and placed it about a meter in front of Mr Sung.
Mr Thompson walked over and noticed my wet patch. Grabbing a cushion off the sofa he placed it on the chair, and then sat down. I could feel my juices running down my legs I was so scared, so horny and so lost in the moment.
He told me to take off my skirt and lay on his lap. I dis as I was told. Only my thin panties hid my womanhood. My head now dangled between my arms as I lay over his lap, my ass perched high in the air. Mr Sung was watching closely which only turned me on more. He moved from one cheek to the other, never really hitting one area on a repeated basis. The tears start to fall ask the juice dripped from my hole.
I had lost count of the number of blows - sure it was never going to end but not wanting it to stop either. I stood my ass stinging and throbbing. I did as I was told and took off my panties. Then I laid back down. He brought the paddle down hard 10 times on my red, stinging ass cheeks. I did not say a word. My pussy was now doing all the talking. I came repeatedly squirting pussy juice all over the rug. I stood up. Mr Thompson walked back behind his desk and ripped up the papers in front of him.
My termination papers I guess. I dressed still in shock and awe. My pussy was churning for more. I had just cum while being spanked by my boss, in front of another man. I could barely hide my smile. I walked over to his big desk and thanked him for another chance.
He smiled. I walked to my desk and sat down, my sore cheeks soothed by the cold leather chair.
He always felt that integrity was not emphasized enough to todays younger. She stood, at the the piano, pushing the stool back with her legs. This was what she wanted but somehow it didn't seem real. Stand up straight! If you like, you can wait outside while I take care of this. Liz after all, had been such a psychological torment to Shannon all those years it was hard to reverse things in a flash. She had received her "spanking" after all and was therefore absolved of her actions.
Nice spanking story. Introduction
He guided her to stand beside her couch and place her hands on the arm so that she bent over slightly. Calling him Dave or saying anything else was disrespectful. When she stood straight and looked up at him, she saw the approval in his eyes. He was not here to do anything that she and Josh, and he and Josh had not agreed to. You have a submissive streak to you that is delicious. Mia shuddered and relaxed. That would, she thought, be an incredible thing. Maybe if she enjoyed this, it would be something she could talk to Josh about.
She had the sense that she could trust Dave, that he understood very well what she was wanting and where the lines were.
Red any time I need to stop, but most especially when I have had as much as I can take. Dave gave a light laugh. His eyes were still bright, though, and she did not feel ashamed of her question. I like to give as much pain as someone can take. She realized she could get lost in them. She thought it must be incredibly easy for anyone so inclined to fall on their knees before this man. She thought it might even supersede gender, that anyone, man or woman, no matter even their own preferences, could gladly fall down and do whatever Dave said.
She turned to the couch and placed her hands on the arm, bending forward. Dave placed his hand on her ass, rubbing it lightly. The feeling was gentle and sensual, and she relaxed.
The first slaps were light on her skin, merely taps and teases. She relaxed further and let her mind float along the sensations. Mia did not register that the strikes were harder until the first jolt of pain moved through her body, sliding along her nerves, up her spine, and to her mind, shooting through the sensual haze that filled her. The sound of flesh striking flesh pierced her ears and the shock of a harder strike moved through her body.
Dave alternated between her ass cheeks, each strike sharper, harder, and faster than the one before it. Her body shivered with each strike as her mind swam in the pain of each strike, sharp, warm, and hard.
The feeling of his palm striking her skin made the warmth between her legs soar and she wanted more, ever more. The increase in pain only brought it on more, and her arousal only made her ass more sensitive. The intensity of his strikes grew, and Mia cried out. It hurt. Her ass ached already, but she only wanted more.
She would only let him continue until she was nothing but his strikes against her skin. She cried out again with each strike against her flesh, sometimes calling for more, something simply uttering a primal, guttural noise, somewhere between the pain she was feeling and the pleasure she was experiencing. Dave struck hard, now, sharp, and fast.
She felt her breasts swell and her nipples harden. As he knees weakened, she realized what had happened and fell to her knees. He helped her to stand and led her to the couch. Sometimes it only happens the first time. Sometimes it happens every time. Your body releases endorphins as your pleasure builds up with the pain. She looked up at him to see only softness in his eyes now.
If you want this again, please let him know. It would be my honor and pleasure to do it. Mia nodded and felt the tears continue to stream down her cheeks. She had no idea why she was crying. She had no idea. She knew she would want Dave to do this for her again, and she loved her husband more than ever for giving this to her. It was, she thought, the most wonderful thing he had ever done. Hi, I'm Dave. And I'm a No, not really. Hence, these are my chosen topics for this blog.
I'm fluent in 3 languages: English, Profanity and Sarcasm. I own a number of male sex toys, and my personal "toybox" is growing rapidly. But prostate toys are my favorite. So, enjoy the ride, and drop me a line if you have something to say! I get so turned on giving my girlfriend all kinds of spankings, from erotic to just because spanking and even real ones that make her loss her composure, cry and sob. I see it as a gift of submission she gives me.
Fortunately, I have a girlfriend who likes it also. She actually turned me on to it and brought out the spanko in me. Is it wrong to admit that I enjoy it? I get so turned on as I watch take her pants down knowing that she has given me full permission to spank her or sometime give her a real one.
I have conflicting emotions inside. Its like is a psychological afrodeysic to me. I love the control aspect, its like asking me to discipline her is the ultimate sign of respect and I feel honored she choose me to have that authority. The actual spanking is exciting to me also. I mean when I turn her over my knee and it completely consensual I feel so stimulated by the whole experience.
Seeing her beautiful bare bottom in front of me knowing she is expecting me to spank her and sometimes until she is crying hysterically is huge rush.
For real ones she always like to to be spanked until she cries really hard. But she has a extremely high pain tolerance so I have to wail on her ass really and fast for a long time to push her over the edge to loose her composer.
For real one she relinquishes her safe word. She likes the cathartic release about once a month. Is it wrong to feel good about having that authority and power she gave me. I also really get turned on when I start to spank her usually start out with my hand to start with. I am so stimulated when I see her clench up tight and I see all the muscular definition of her butt cheecks.
It is electifying for me to hear her react and I feel compelled to smack harder and faster. To see her feet fluttering and her ass cheecks are turning red to bright red, its like I go into a trance in my mind. The longer the spanking goes on the more I get turned on and I am not sure if I should feel guilty of that or not? I have never seen her do the post spanking hop I heard some described but I might bring that up to my Jill.
Her face flushed, this time in embarrassment. She was caught aback at the turn of events. In earlier days this would never have happened. She was Queen of Westeros! It was unthinkable. Friday, February 23, New stories coming soon? Hi everyone, sorry for the lack of new stories. I have been incredibly busy and it just doesn't seem to let up.
I do have a number of stories rattling around in my head and I'm desperate to get them out to you so bear with me. I'll try to find some way to post them. It's an older blog and seems abandoned but the stories are timeless. Here's one of my favorite stories from there: Spank shop wendy.
Hi Nancy. How are you? Fine, thanks. Can I ask you if she can stay at your place that time? Thank you, I very appreciate that. When I try to ground her she raises hell and starts to act like a fool. I even thought to spank her now and then, but I really have fear of the consequences. Three days after my first spanking, here we go, immediately the second one, and even the third.
Alice was right. She was perfectly right. Otherwise Alice is going to spank me without even think a little bit about that. Sunday, December 3, Susanne's first spanking. Here's a story from a new guest author "Erotic Beauty".
My sister obliged me to write it to you, actually. Yes, my older sister, Alice. We live together, and now Alice has to take care of me, because our mom is out for work, and our dad divorced from her since I was 8. By that time our mom became more severe, by the way. She was alone, with two young daughters to educate and to maintain. Alice was an adolescent, angry and with a lot of trouble in her head. One evening she even accused mom for the separation, saying to her that if dad was gone it was her fault.
Mom, maybe for the pain, maybe for the stress, since that day started to give her corporal punishments, every time she just acted a little bad, or cursed her for any reason. Here's a story from another author of long ago. How many of you had other non-spanking friends find out about your spankings? Her young cousin, Cindy, was visiting and Karen wanted to show off a bit. Karen bragged about her life of freedom at college, of her late nights on campus, of the parties, and of the "all nighters" she was involved.
Indeed, Karen even whispered to Cindy, who of course was totally inexperienced, of her nights with her boyfriend--all night going all the way as she thought her young cousin would understand it.
Sometimes, Karen did use the phrase "making love" to impress the young girl. Thursday, September 21, Real Life Story. I'm confused. Friday, September 15, Note to anonymous commenters.
I've just been super busy. I have a lot of stories buzzing around in my head though. For all you people that write anonymous comments, please add a name at the end so I know who to reply to! I don't care if it's fake. I just want to know who to address. Tuesday, April 18, Shoplifter. A guest author has submitted this story.
Aunt May was only 27, a trophy wife, just nine years older than my 18 years and she thought she was "all that. But she was an adult, my "elder" and I was raised to obey and respect all adults Which was why I was shaking when I took the phone, hearing my angry mother's voice, "Rachel!
How could you!? You have one minute to explain yourself young lady! It says here you were arrested last month for drunk and disorderly conduct, indecent exposure, public urination, disturbing the peace, resisting arrest and assault of a police officer. Furthermore, your blood alcohol level was. Well we're going to discuss your behavior and give you some mental exercises to help control your impulses. First, let's begin with Wait, please," Evan begged.
But it didn't matter. When she tapped and looked at him all he saw were her blue eyes like still pools of water. Then the paddle smacked across his ass.
Ed had grabbed it and was dragging her to the kitchen! You've been getting too big for your britches lately. Her stomach started to flipflop.
Had she gone too far? I'm sorry", she started whining. But Ed's hand didn't loosen. He pushed her towards the counter and in a second had yanked down her shorts. Then her panties. Our guest author has kindly submitted another story about her real life introduction to the world of spanking. Last time I wrote of my first experience having been spanked by my husband.
I told you I was a housewife and this is still largely true, well it is now anyway! However a month or so after that first spanking my husband had relented and let me return to work on a very part time basis, working as an agency nurse for no more than 24hrs a week. This agreement was on the condition that I didn't attend any wards with forensic patients. For those of you who are unfamiliar with this term, it means that the client is dangerous to themselves or others and often criminally culpable.
Stupidly, I decided to ignore this specific instruction and for 3 weeks in a row had attended a maximum security ward. I thought I'd made a decent compromise as this ward only detained female offenders but it turns out I was wrong as on the 5th of 8 planned shifts I was violently assaulted leading to nothing more than a few angry bruises and a bruised ego.
Unfortunately those bruises were on my face and there would be no way to hide them from my husband. Here's my latest attempt. If there's sufficient interest I will continue.
He was dressed in one of those gowns they give you at the hospital. Thin, flimsy cloth that loosely draped in front down to his knees. In the back, tied closed by a few narrow strips of cloth. Definitely embarrassing. Most the times he kept his head down, embarrassed at his appearance.
But he was forced to look up from time to time as he searched for office C5. When he raised his head, he'd catch a glance at the others occasionally passing him. Some were like him, dressed in ill fitting gowns and keeping their heads down.
Some seemed to be walking gingerly. There were others walking about in suits or office wear. It was a busy hall. Finally he spotted it. A plain wooden door in the middle of a white wall. The other doors seemed spaced far apart. He paused at the doorhandle and then with a deep breath opened it and stepped inside. It was not at all what he expected. A guest author has kindly submitted this real life account of her recent introduction to the world of spanking.
I'm a 25 year old teacher. I married my wonderful husband in last year and quit work at the same time to become a house wife. He is 16 years my senior and quite an eminent classical guitarist.
This means that a strict regimen of 4 hours a day of practicing must occur for him to maintain his wonderful skill. Prior to my moving in, I had not had a true appreciation for his dedication to his art for we'd only been able to see one another on weekends or the odd day that I had off.
Moving in has come as quite a shock. He practices for four hours and lectures for eight hours at a prominent music college leaving me idle and frankly feeling neglected.
I felt duped at first, as though he had concealed what would be a lonely lifestyle for me so as to entice me in and trap me. He's an authoritarian and very old fashioned, he likes dinner on the table when he gets home and then it's off to practice.
That having been said he's very loving and when we're together nothing could make me happier. Saturday, January 7, Happy New Year!
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Thank you. Not written by me. Got it from an old board way back when. This story has nothing to do with the other Alice stories. I guess Alice was just a popular name at one point? It was late Sunday afternoon, and the two girls were having a bit of fun, more delicious because it was so strictly forbidden. Mother had clearly made it clear that she would not tolerate in any way the use of any tobacco in her household, and at least Linda knew that this was so.
She had had some "experience" with mother's disapproval on this count once, only two years before, but she had blissfully decided to disregard that unpleasant memory.
Anna held her breath while she directed every sense she had, real and imagined, toward the goal of willing her daughter back to sleep. The magical mother power had never worked in the past, but for the first time in weeks, the baby settled and all was quiet.
The sun peeked through the skylights of the master bedroom, and Anna stared out the floor to ceiling picture windows that overlooked the majestic lake framed by distant mountains.
It had required a work of the heart to renovate the run down cottage to their demanding satisfaction, but both she and Allen refused any kind of curtain that would block the power of their view. The sunrise display of yellows and pinks diffused across the sky, but her exhausted brain refused to enjoy the gift given to her eyes.
The expensively decorated room led to a huge master bath and an elegant combination of tile and granite, but hours of careful design choice were a long distant past. Lakefront property for successful career executives made sense; but the baby would be walking soon, and they feared for her safety surrounded by so much damned water. Allen moved in his sleep. Her body had grown soft and curvy with pregnancy, but his remained rock hard with chiseled biceps and abs.
Friday, February 19, Poll 2. Our next poll shows gender preferences. Ronald looked at the figg thoughtfully. It was a handspan long and thicker than his thumb. Could it be twice as thick? It seemed reminiscnent of a peeled potato but seemed more fibrous. And it had a knobby end that still had remnants of it's original skin while the uneven shaft was peeled as completely as an unusually shaped item could be.
Guest author Cliff has submitted this story. Growing up, my Mom managed the Dairy Queen in my home town. I played Pop Warner football when I was 12 years old. Normally, we had practice on Mondays after school.
She did not like phone calls at work and being home early was not anything I needed to let her know about. Shortly after getting home, I was in my room and heard my Mom come through the front door. I started to come out of my room and I could hear she had someone with her. I cracked my bedroom door and saw it was a cute girl named Cheryl, who worked for her at DQ.
I had talked with Cherly a few times when I went up to my Mom's work. She was very pretty and had a nice personality. Even though she was 19, she did not seem to mind talking to a 12 year old boy. Talking with Cheryl, I learned she was from Iowa to attend school on an academic scholarship. I saw Cheryl was in Jeans and t-shirt, so she must be off work that day.
It was spankings such as Brenda's that led to Alice fantasizing in her diary about Barbara's ouster. She always referred to Barbara as "dour Barbara" in the diary since Barbara insisted the girls refer to her as Miss Barbara.
If she wants a title she can have one! Sometimes Alice wondered why she disliked Barbara so much. Alice herself still received spankings from Ronald now and then. But she held him no ill will. If anything she felt a stronger bond due to the intimacy of the punishments and consolation that followed. But with Barbara it was different. Maybe it was because Barbara was much more strict. Or maybe it was because she was a woman. Regardless, Alice and Barbara were like oil and water. Alice often escaped to the stables when Ronald wasn't around.
She didn't want to be forced to participate in any of the girls punishments and she didn't like seeing how Barbara treated them. This is my own followup to the previous story. Comments welcome. Alice closed her diary with a smile.
She had just finished writing another fantasy where she managed to get "dour Barbara" fired as governess and run out of town. Alice closed her eyes savoring the feeling but reality crept in as always and tainted her thoughts. The reality was Barbara was still firmly ensconced in the household affairs. Ronald, while deeply in love with Alice, never entertained the thought of firing Barbara and in fact, Alice was careful never to run afoul of Barbara herself.
This story was written by a guest author Paddlr. Claire sat nervously in her car and looked at the entrance to the local restaurant.
Thinking back it had been exciting to do the email exchange about her desire to be dominated and punished. But to actually meet was something entirely different.
After several exchanges of emails she had agreed to meet him at a local restaurant. He had suggested it to help her feel safer for their first meeting. With a deep breath she got out of the car and walked to the door and entered. Looking around she saw him sitting in a booth in a secluded section. A guest author has submitted this excerpt from her latest submission to Amazon.
Read and enjoy! She could feel her face flushing and the dewy hint of tears forming in the corner of her eyes. But the adversary was undeterred. Women in authority always scared Amelia that little bit more. To overcome such a passively institutionalised patriarchy and rise to that rank implied a strength of will that quelled any thoughts of misbehaviour in her. She shut her eyes tight as she prepared to hear her sentence.
Images of getting caught shoplifting flooded back; that horrific moment of being led away, gently but firmly, by the police officers. The look on everyone's face. Even now, she could feel the eyes in the room boring into her. It was the worst thing she could think of, to be a spectacle, to be seen in an embarrassing predicament.
Cheyenne walked as fast as she could but couldn't help stumbling. It just wasn't easy since Edward had a firm grasp on her ear as he marched toward the barn. She would have willingly followed him, meek as a lamb to slaughter if only he allowed it. A humiliating display to anyone watching that she was being led to the barn for a spanking. In fact, some of the ranch hands were nearby and snickered.
They had seen this before. Her face flushed hot even though she couldn't see them. No matter how often she was led to the barn it was as embarrassing as the first time. Friday, July 10, Spanking I didn't write this but got it from somewhere long ago Do you know she makes us call her 'Miss Barbara'?
And whenever we break one of her stupid rules, she spanks us just as if we were little girls. She even makes me take my panties down and spanks me on my bare fanny.
She does the same thing to Brenda, and she's seventeen! I think we're too old to be spanked. An anonymous author has kindly written a followup to the Quiet Room. Guess everyone wants to know if Wendy has what it takes. Read on and enjoy! As Wendy lifted the strap Mackenzie looked back over her left shoulder and quietly whispered to Wendy " Please don't be too hard " and turned back toward the wall hoping her mother had not heard her plea.
Wendy drew her arm back slightly and flicked her wrist causing the strap to strike Mackenzie's ass at it's reddest point. Wendy repeated this four times in quick sequence. Shaking her head Mackenzie's mother stepped over to Wendy saying "this just won't do. Mackenzie struggled vainly against her mother's grip. Mother was in no mood and was marching steadfastly towards customer service, dragging the reluctant girl behind her.
Even though Mackenzie was 18, she was no match for her angry and determined mother. As they approached the counter Mackenzie spotted the girl working the front, Wendy, and blushed. How can I help you? This is another in the series following " Shannon's Spankings " Finally the door creaked open and Shannon's eyes snapped to the door. A wary Liz poked her head in, secretly hoping Shannon was asleep.
When Liz's eyes fell on Shannon's face she gulped. Shannon looked angry. Sheepishly Liz slinked in the room. She closed the door quietly behind her. It was clear she had been out and to a bar. Tight miniskirt, skimpy blouse and lots of makeup. I've always been a sucker for a pretty face. Ashley was no exception. I met her at the book store back when book stores were popular. This was before Kindles of course. Now the book stores are mostly shut down.
Sad because it was the best place to meet beautiful, intelligent women. Ashley was actually just wandering through to the rest of the mall but I spotted her early and quickly intercepted her with a smile and some harmless question. Before I knew it we were chatting about this and that and I got her number. Soon enough we were an item and things progressed quite quickly. Thursday, December 5, Mrs. Christmas is right around the corner so I thought I'd give you all this holiday story.
For those waiting for more of Liz and Shannon, patience please. Been hard to get time away from real life but I haven't forgotten. In the meantime, enjoy. Checking it twice. Gonna find out who's naughty and nice. Everyone knows about Santa Claus bringing presents to the good children of the world. But has anyone heard about his wife, Mrs. Santa Claus? That story isn't very well known.
The problem is, the people who know the story don't want to admit it. Why you ask? Well maybe they have some painful memories This is the second followup to "Shannon's Spankings" Shannon tapped her foot impatiently.
It was past 9 and Liz still wasn't home. Glancing around Shannon took in the scene. Nothing too bad but it was enough. A few clothes strewn on the floor in Liz's room and two dishes in the sink. But Shannon knew this was Liz's way of pushing the boundaries.
Shannon didn't want things to get further out of hand. Weeks ago after Ron left Shannon in charge, Liz had straightened up a little. Of course Liz still had a bit of an attitude but Shannon had forced her to sit down and listen to the rules.
Liz had begrudgingly signed the contract and agreed to all the terms. For those that don't know, this is a followup to the series " Shannon's Spankings " Shannon, for her part, was dry mouthed.
This was what she wanted but somehow it didn't seem real. She had of course imagined her self taking vengeance on Liz but her earlier failed attempt had quashed her hopes. Now they were rekindled with the all too real spanking Liz had just received. At first hesitating she now eagerly took the paddle from Ron and seated herself on the chair. She felt exhilarated Both Ron and Shannon looked at Liz. Get over my lap. Liz after all, had been such a psychological torment to Shannon all those years it was hard to reverse things in a flash.
Sorry for the delay everyone. For those that don't know, this is a followup to the series " Shannon's Spankings " A few hours later an embarrassed Liz was inspecting her light pink bottom in her room with a closed door. Her pjs were puddled around her ankles and panties at half mast. Fingers stroked her butt searching for any blemishes but she didn't expect any.
It was only a hand spanking after all. More infuriating than the sting of the spanking was the embarrassment of being draped over Shannon's lap. But she had not gone willingly and squirmed and fidgeted every step.
Outside a visibly frustrated Shannon sat on the chaise lounge in the living room. Things had not gone as expected. True, Liz had come back, appearing penitent and agreeable to the contract Shannon had proposed weeks before.
Liz had signed it after getting settled. However, when it came to accepting her first spanking from Shannon she had been all but cooperative. Fussy, fidgeting and simply defiant she had managed to dodge the worst of the spanking.
Finally Liz had been able to squirm off Shannon's lap and fled to the sanctuary of her room claiming to have fulfilled her obligations. She had received her "spanking" after all and was therefore absolved of her actions. Shannon for her part, was furious at the entire matter but unwilling to attempt pure force to subdue Liz.
There was no point in an all out catfight. It wasn't her way and in any event, she was uncertain if she could overwhelm Liz. What she needed was Liz to accept her authority. At the moment it wasn't happening so she was forced to place a phonecall to Liz's dad Ron.
I rewrote this a few times trying to get it just right. For those that don't know, this is a followup to the stories " Shannon's Spankings ". Liz stood facing the door. It seemed so.. Like a doorway to another world.
And it was. A doorway to comfort and warmth, structure, guidance and all things good. Under one arm she had a bunch of clothes. The other held a sack of random items. Things she needed and some things she didn't. But she had clung to them to maintain her sanity. It wasn't easy living on the street. The last week had not been easy on her. In fact the last months had not been easy on her at all.
She thought back on how she came to be in front of Shannon's apartment door in this state. My heart raced as I looked around. No escape. I tried the door frantically but it was locked. Sweat poured down my face as I had a panic attack.
I couldn't move, could barely breathe. I couldn't even think of what to do. No matter. There really wasn't anywhere to go anyway. The stockroom had a few shelves with canned goods but nothing to really hide from.
I stood there marking time as I awaited Mrs. It seemed like forever but probably just a minute or so as I heard a key in the door. My insides churned and I felt that funny feeling between my legs when you know you're dead. I had a momentary vision of that strap whistling through the air and the loud crack it landed on Jessica's ass. Soon that would be me. Monday, May 13, Shannon's Spankings - Part 4.
House of Memories, a spanking good story!
Please do comment… I wonder often if the stories matter at all to the readers here. Should I stop posting them? Marissa growled and rolled her eyes.
Her husband was in one of his now, now, now moods and she was not in her patient mood, the one that was necessary to cope with it. The sooner he got organized and out of the house the better off she would be. A second or two passed before she heard the unmistakable hollow clong of the dryer door closing, and then the rumbling shifting hiss of the barrel as it began to turn on its next load.
His or hers. For one thing, she was already well over her quota of saucy retorts for the morning. She could feel Carl reaching his limit. She gave her son a look that warned him mommy was not fooling. The two year old stopped his wiggling, and returned a defiant glare. Marissa grimaced and held on to the momentary surge of temper that the kick threatened to let out. The youngster seemed to get the message from her expression though, and he stayed still until his mother had him cleaned diapered and his clothes situated again.
Todd waddled off giggling and happy. A few grunts and whining complaints came from the bedroom signaling his arrival and intrusion on what ever his four year old brother was in to, and then there was quiet.
Relieved to have one chore done, Marissa pulled her knees up in front of her and wrapped her arms over her head on them for a moment of peace.
Marissa knew it. In fact she felt like things were past the point where she could reverse the tide toward trouble with her husband. She resisted the urge to issue another retort, and just tipped her face up from her arms to look at him, resignation with a hint of arrogance in her expression.
The sooner you get there, the sooner you can get back. He pulled her to him and wrapped her in a bear hug against his torso. Carl turned his attention from his churlish wife to the things he had to get done. Summer school just let out the day before. There were a few things to tidy up in his classroom over the next week, and then he would say good bye to high school English for good.
Carl was retiring early, and changing careers. In less than a month, he and his young family would be uprooted and transplanted into a new home, and a new country. When it first came up, Marissa encouraged the change. She supported Carl as he took distance learning courses. The adaptation was easy, because he made it easy. Carl would be making more money as a policeman than he did as a teacher.
That was a nice thing. But they would be moving so far from everything she knew. They were moving to what felt like an empty place halfway between homes; thousands of miles from homes; new jobs, starting over, no friends, no support, just a small family of four, on their own. Marissa was scared, and she was tired. Three twelve hour night shifts per week in the ER, a four and a two year old, along with the stress they were about to face all conspired to keep her that way lately.
Christopher clung, and Todd acted out. They fought, whined about, or actively undid every single thing she tried to do with and for them all morning. By the time Carl got home, Marissa was torn between dissolving into tears and exploding into a dervish of mayhem. Carl somehow snuck in behind Marissa when she issued that epithet to the walls and the books and nick knacks in the living room she was finally getting around to dusting.
Marissa struggled against the tears that threatened to well up in her eyes, and the very compelling urge to haul off and kick her husband in the shins. The smack he landed on her bottom to punctuate his order was enough. She went, and without any question in her mind, she pulled back the sheets and comforter and crawled under them. Marissa was asleep in minutes.
Her dreams went from chaotic to confusing, and then to annoying and last to calm. As her life woke her up and brought her into the land of the living, Marissa became aware of the sounds of her children playing outside. They were squealing with the kind of glee that only the very young know. The thickness of sleep from her nap held on. It blended and twisted with the moody holdovers from earlier, wound and wove in her mind and got Marissa up and moving.
Marissa ignored his assurance and the sounds that were clearly happy kid sounds, and move to the screen door to see for herself. Her children were happily romping around the yard, the sand box and the unplanted garden, bare assed and filthy.
It got on his pants. They were happy as boys in mud and dirt, which might equate to pigs in shit; but if only by a hair, the distinction was enough to let Marissa smile. Why was it that a lazy sloppy father could get away with stuff like this and keep his kids happy, and she ended up the bad meany mommy because she hauled her kids in and made them submit to diaper changes and potty training? Marissa looked up and saw him standing behind the screen door.
Marissa could play too, and at that moment, she wanted to. Coffee be darned. But God help Carl if he dared turn of the coffee pot before she got back in. Marissa eventually had her coffee. In an hour Marissa was mean old mommy again.
Carl reminded her they had a picnic to go to. Mommy could sculpt a super sand castle and push a great dump truck, but she also wielded a mean grip when it came to getting squirming boys into the tub. Daddy helped mom a little, but mainly he just played the good guy and rubbed the icky wet water off his little men and then helped them pick out the mismatched clothes they wanted to wear.
There were diapers, a change of kid clothes, kid food, potato salad and half broiled beef skirts to make ready. Marissa had done most of it before Carl came home, but her defection to the sandbox did leave him with a few chores to do on his own. Carl frowned, and seemed to let the accusation go. But Marissa could see by his expression that he was counting a private tally of her attitude infractions. With some effort and cajoling, Marissa worked out an alternative to the juice cup with her toddler.
She made a game out of a couple of straws and a double lumen coffee stirrer for her baby. He was given choices until he was happy. Marissa lashed out. It made for a good excuse to leave the gathering soon after the meal was done. Carl chalked it up to tired kids and parents when he made their excuses. There would be a reckoning when the kids were put to bed. It had taken three stories and a two good night prayers.
Putting Todd down earlier was easy. Worn out by his day, Mommy barely had time to sit and rock him through naming the parts of her face. He was loosing the battle with sleep.
There was no answer. Todd had drifted off. They rested together watching the TV for almost half an hour. Neither of their children stirred after all, and soon it was time for bed. The stern expression on his face went well beyond a hint.
Go get washed up. Marissa fought her defiant streak, and managed to turn and go into the bathroom to do as Carl told her to do. As much as she hated submitting to being ordered to do things, something about doing it for Carl at times like this felt comforting, hopeful and reassuring.
In a few minutes, Carl was going to help her focus redirect her energy. A familiar surge of energy pulsed through her and seized and yanked at her groin. She only gave herself a second to acknowledge the schizoid blended urges to run for her life and ask him to spank her as hard as he could. Everything about a spanking was positive, except the actual spanking. It was going to hurt, and she was afraid of that. Knowing a spanking was coming had an intriguing energy to it.
Submitting to one gave her a sense of lightness and freedom. The aftermath was the very best part. He tucked his fingers under the waistbands of her panties and shorts, and pulled both down in a quick maneuver.
It was true. Nothing about the day went the way she would have planned or made it happen. He spanked her. And then it was over. Carl cuddled with Marissa until she stopped sobbing and her breathing returned to normal.