Thursday, 18 September 2014

Spanking Story: The Spanking Agency #8 - The Interview.

Scenario: A series of episodes based around the idea of a special escort agency set up by a woman called Molly Malone and the spanking adventures of the girls who work for her.

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High summer and the air simmered gently as the sun sat lazy in the sky peeking in through the blinds of Molly Malone's office as she interviewed the, potentually, newest recruit for her Spanking Agency. A 50 year old gentleman by the name of Bernard Bertram Bigglesworth the Third who sat opposite her in an outfit that made him look like he had just walked out of a 1950's catalogue and who was the bearer of a smart slicked back grey quiff and a bushy moustache that made him look even more like he came from another era.  Molly smiled as she listened to his lyrical tones and the way he made each word sound like a story in itself. The man was an out and out charmer.

"...oh crikey," he said thoughtfully. "Forever and a day I suppose. The Mater and Pater were brought up religious and strict so it was only natural that they did the same with the six of us. Myself and five sisters that is. Any misdemeanour or hint of mischief was met with the strap which hung by a hook on the back of the pantry door. Many a time I would come home to find an elder sibling yelling blue murder bent over a fireside chair as Mater strapped seven bells out of her bare bottom. I suppose that's where the seed was sown for this sort of thing."


Molly glanced down at his resume. "A teacher then a Headmaster?"



Friday, 27 June 2014

Spanking Story: Rosie Dixon - Spanked Nurse


 Authors Note: "Isn't it amazing what you find when looking through an old hard drive. I discovered this story about Rosie Dixon!! Blimey, this was one of my very first stories I wrote years ago. I had completely forgot about it until this morning. So here it is. I think its a fun story. Its a bit rough and ready with my punctuation all over the place but I do hope you enjoy reading it. Ian."

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Slipping his fingers into the waistband of her white knickers, he began to tug them down over the cheeks of her fat bum which were still throbbing smartly after the first few spanks her had given her over her underwear.

"Oh..hmmmmmmmmm must you?" sighed the blonde haired girl as she lay over his lap wriggling slightly as his warm hand grazed a particularly sore spot on her upthrust behind.

"Fraid so petal. Remember, its intended to be a punishment to teach you not to be so forgetful in future isn't it?" he replied starkly as the full bulging expanse of her arse popped into view.

"Oh well, s'ppose so, I guess." she sniffed, wishing she wasn't so scatterbrained with her money for look where it had got her........about to be spanked!!

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"Brrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!" shivered Rosie standing in the lobby to the block of flats where she and the other Nurses lived as she shook out her black umbrella sending raindrops flying everywhere. The building, a grey concrete tower, five stories high with around ten individual apartments was situated just across the road from the Royal Victoria Hospital and so was popular with those that worked there. At the sound of her moaning a head popped itself out of the "Enquiries" window as she folded her brolly, wincing as she started to undo the buttons on her bright yellow raincoat.


It was Mr Hardy. Her landlord.


"Hello petal, raining hard?" he smiled as she looked down at the puddle forming round her feet and groaned.


"Its bloomin' tipping it down outside Mr H so it is, oh bugger I'm wet through!!" she sighed slipping off her waterproof to leave her standing shivering in her rather tight white uniform. Watching keenly as she tottered around, Mr H stuck out his tongue and licked his nose as she bent over at the waist trying to straighten her white stockings and giving him a first class view of her rather large white covered bum sticking up at him.

"By gum....." he muttered to himself, smiling innocently as she straightened up and came to stand before him as he looked out through his office window. One thing twenty-four year old Miss Dixon was not and that was lacking in the "well-stacked in all the right places" department for she filled out her uniform with a kind of innocent "umphhhhh" that whenever he saw her had him walking around with a hard-on for the rest of the bloody day!!

"Hard day luv?" he asked trying hard not to stare like a dirty old man.

"Hmmm hmmm, I was on bed bath duty today...blecchhh, never seen so many randy old men Mr H, it was like privates on parade. I tell you Mr H, I didn't know where to look half the time aaaaaaand even some of the buggers offered is money to..to...well, you know." she stuttered to a blushing halt as her landlord bit his lip trying not to laugh at the disgusted look on her pretty young face.

He could just about picture all those old codgers lying in bed when in walked Nurse Dixon with her soap, water and sponge. "Hello Mr So and so...would you like me to give you a bath this morning?" Hah, bet they all thought Christmas had come early the lucky devils!!


"Best get yourself upstairs and dry off before you catch yer death of cold Rosie." he smiled as she reached up to untangle the tats in her long hair, just as he was about to return to his desk a thought occurred to him as he watched the sway of her arse as she made her way to the lift.


"Oh nearly forgot pet, remember its that time of the month again oky-dky?" he called after her as the doors shwooshed open and she stepped in. Rosie blushed and gave him a weak smile.


"Oh crumbs," she thought to herself as the lift shuddered its way up to her 4th floor flat."...the rent!!"


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Spanking Story: The Spanking Agency 7 - A Proper Charlie

Part 1.

Blimey. There are just some weeks when you don't know whether you're coming or going. And that was most certainly the case for twenty eight year old Melanie Sykes who was one of the Spanking Agency's favourite girls and who was making her way towards her next appointment.

It was the third that week and she was worn out. Her poor bum!! Monday had been another session with the very enthusiastically swishy, Mr Hall. He certainly was a whizz with his Colepepper cane. Good grief, he had her shrieking so loud she had lost her voice for a day or so. It was just as well she had a pain tolerance to admire for he had left her arse in right state.

Then on Wednesday the phone had rang. It was Dolly, the Agency's secretary. Was she available for an appointment later that day? Had her bum recovered? It was an emergency last minute booking. A little get together with some spanking enthusiasts who were looking for a lady to have some belt slapping fun with. Of course she was available. Was there a bonus for double time? Yup. Very nice. Seven p.m sharp. Taxi all sorted.

By the time ten o'clock ticked around, and she was safely on her way home, it felt as if her well therwacked and blazingly sore rear was the size of Mars. It had certainly been a novelty to be walloped by three men all at once with each holding their own leather belt just itching to have a go at her poor rump. Bent over a chair, first one had stepped up CRACK, then the next THERWHUPP and, finally, the third gentleman with a SHERLAPTHERWICK that had her yelping and drumming her feet as they went around again. And again. And AGAIN. Crikey, what a ta doo. As requested, to round off a thoroughly enjoyable time, she had to service her clients. By the time a taxi was called, her pussy was as red raw as her bum!!!

So, as you can see, Melanie Sykes was having a very interesting week...

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Saturday, 24 May 2014

Spanking Story: The Spanking Agency 6 - The Tale of Molly Malone

Winters bite had swept the world in a sheen of frosty white that sparkled in the late evening blackness lit only by shafts of humming neon. From her office window, Molly Malone sat in the darkness at her desk looking out across the white rooftops at the end of another working week. It was quiet now and the only noise came from the dull rumble of traffic down below. She enjoyed these moments of solitude, and mused idly where on life’s journey she now stood; both professionally and personally.


Professionally, things were good and on the up. The Spanking Agency was a great success as she always suspected it would be somehow. It was the nature of the beast and that beast needed to be fed. It was nearly six months now when she had decided to go ahead with what had been an idea that she had mulled over for a long time. The Spanking Agency. She smiled at that. To create and build something on so simple a premise. Of course it was going to be a great success. There was never any doubt for she never underestimated the dark side of human nature and the need to explore the inner self.

But, as in all things, there was a negative side.

That came with the sacrifices she had to make in her personal life. Her last relationship had ended nearly a year ago and the loss of emotional and physical companionship was beginning to cast their shadows over her. The physical was obvious but it was the emotional that she missed the most. The simple pleasure of being able to talk to someone and share the joy of conversation and those special moments. Molly rested her head back against her seat and sighed to the silence. “Come on,” she said to herself. “Let’s go home.”

She slipped her coat on and was about to lock up when the phone rang.

“Great.” she muttered. Leave it. Just go. But she hesitated. The phone continued to ring in the dark as if it knew there was someone there. Nine till six. What part of office hours don’t people understand? They’ll call back tomorrow when Dolly was back. Go home. She dropped her coat on her desk and picked up the phone mid ring.

“Hello?” she answered.

There was a soft hum on the line but no one answered, though she could hear the faint sound of someone breathing at the other end. “Hello, can I help you?” she asked again, slightly exasperated.

“Is that the Spanking Agency?” said a voice suddenly. A man’s voice, but not overtly masculine.

Molly shifted the phone to her other ear. “Yes it is. I’m sorry but you’re calling after hours if you’re looking to book an appointment,” She reached across her desk and picked up a large black book. “Can you call back tomorrow?”

A pause. “Is there no one available tonight?”

Molly ran her hand through her thick brown hair. She could do it now. He probably wouldn’t call back if she brushed him off now. It would only take a moment after all. “Tonight?” she replied. She had opened the book and was running a finger down the list of entries. She saw that every girl was booked up solid till at least the middle of next week – allowing for recovery period and all that. “No, afraid not. The earliest I can fit you in is Thursday. Depending on your requirements of course.”

Another pause. “That’s kind of disappointing.” Another pause. “What about you?”

Molly blinked with surprise. “Me?” She smiled despite herself. The cheeky bugger. “No, no. I don’t do that sort of thing.” She could feel herself blushing. He probably thought she was the secretary or something. Good grief, no, she most certainly didn’t do that sort of thing – these days.

“Why not?” asked the voice.

Molly shifted uncomfortably where she sat on the edge of her desk. “Why not?” she began, feeling slightly put out by his question. “I’d say it’s because I’m the boss of the Agency, that’s why not.”

Another pause. “I don’t see why that’s a problem. Does making you the boss make you somehow different from the others?”

Molly frowned. Just WHO was this guy? “Not at all. I run the business and hire girls who want to do this particular line of work. That’s how it is. Anyway, I don’t see how it’s any of your business if you don’t mind me being so blunt.”

She could sense the smile in his voice. “Sorry, no offence meant. I just thought that for someone to come up with this kind of thing in the first place they would have a reason to do so.”

“Reason?” She could feel her heart skip a beat. Reason? Of course there was a reason. Every adventure began with a reason. Her bottom began to tingle which made her blush even more. She should put the phone down right now.

“For doing what it is you do,” he said. “Since you’ve told me you’re the boss then I guess it was your idea in the first place. I was just wondering where such an idea came from.”

She knew exactly where the idea had come from. A five year, virgin relationship with the perfect man who showed her what it meant to be a woman both in body and spirit. A man who knew how to handle women who wanted to be handled in a certain way. He had certainly done that. Her bottom had never been the same since. The many spankings he had given her in their time together had lit a fire that burned twice as bright today as it had back then. From such feelings the Spanking Agency had been born.

She wasn’t going to tell him that. Not if she could help it.

“Well, that’s for me to know and you to never find out.” She laughed despite herself. She had to admit she was warming to him.

“That makes me sad.”

“Sad?” She thought he even sounded sad. The charmer. Curiosity was getting the better of her. Admit it. You would love to know just who this guy is she thought to herself.

“Yes,” he said. “You sound,” A pause. “Interesting and interested.”

“Oh I do, do I?” Go home woman. Let the day end as it always did. This guy could be a complete loon for all she knew. Bypass Heartache Avenue. “And just why is that?”

“Because I know that you know the reason you haven’t put the phone down.”

 

Spanking Story: The Winner Takes it All


"Joe," pleaded Jenny as she tried to tug her hand free of his firm grip. "Be reasonable. It wasn't my fault!!"

Her fiance ignored her and dragged her into the bedroom. When she resisted at the door, he gave her a firm tug which made her stumble forward onto their double bed. This time there was going to be no arguments, no escaping consequences, and definitely no post punishment moods. Nope, this time, he was going to cane her pert little bottom then he was going to make her do what she had always been reluctant to do.


Not listening." he said as he locked the door then stood with his back to it.

Jenny scrambled to the other side of the bed and stood facing her soon to be husband. What was he going to do now? She sniffed feeling affronted, miffed, angry and nervous all rolled into one. It so wasn't definitely absolutely NOT her fault that she had forgotten to do what he told her to do. He sure looked determined. She swallowed hard.


They'd been together a mere six months and she was beginning to realise her man had serious bossy boots issues, which was sort of a problem because she was more stubborn and headstrong than him! Just why did he have to be so right for her?! She glanced at the crotch of his jeans. Apart from that silly. Though THAT was definitely a bonus, it was his all round yumminess which she loved about him. He did have his faults and she shivered for she knew he was about to show her what one of those faults were.

What would it be this time?

She figured he had a sliding scale of "Jenny's Boo Boo's" that he referred to when needed. Which she realised was becoming more and more regular the longer their relationship went on. Instinctively, both hands crept around and grabbed each full bum cheek which were clothed in a tight white pair of panties beneath a full pleated summer skirt. The scale so far had been spanking, slippering, belting and strapping - all suffered under duress but always with a tingle at the end. To think he wanted to make love straight after he had given her a sore bum. The nerve of the man! But today's little mishap went far beyond anything that she had done before. Think worst case scenario and double it. That meant only one thing..

"Fetch the cane, Jenny." he told her.

Oh no!! She stood fiddling and twisting on the spot. Her pretty faced screwed up in imagined pain and she pouted as she tried to wheedle her way out of this new punishment. When he had brought a bundle of canes back from the DIY store she thought they were for his tomatoes!! Boy, was she wrong.


When he had laid the strap, the belt and his slipper on the bed one morning and told her what they were for she could only stand there open mouthed and wonder what on earth had gotten into him. When he snapped his fingers and said, "Oops, forgot something." and then went to the cupboard and took out one of those canes she wondered if she really knew him at all. "For when you're really really bad, Jenny." he warned her as he bent the wood into a rainbow shaped arc between his hands.

And what had she replied? Had she told him if he so much as pointed that thing at her she would run a mile? Nope. Call the police? Nope. All she had done was stand there looking at him with wide eyes and muttered "Then I shall have to be a very very good girl all the time then, won't I.."

There was less chance of that than the moon being made out of cheeze.

 

Thursday, 1 May 2014

Spanking Story: Like Mother Like Daughter




It was late one winter's Wednesday evening when the phone rang at Mrs Bentley's thatched roof cottage. Constance Bentley, a slim, well proportioned lady in her late 50's and recently divorced from her slapdash of a husband Bruce of some 25 years put aside her sewing and went to answer it. It was her daughter, Abigail, on the other end of the line sounding, well, quite upset by all accounts. Constance was a little shocked as to be expected. "Abigail dear," she asked concerned, "Whatever is the matter ?!"

Her daughter took after her both in good looks and deportment. Even though she was dark and her daughter blonde. Her daughter was also a headstrong girl of nineteen who had been married to George, a city broker, for some 3 months and they had moved into a large stately home nearby thankfully. It sounded like her precious pumpkin was crying. What on earth had happened ? Had there been an accident ? Was she alright ? She clutched the phone closer to her ear and listened as her daughter spoke. "M..mer..Mummy, c..can you you come round quickly. I....that is, George wants to...wants to speak to you right this m..mer minute...please Mummy." whimpered her daughter sniffily.

Where her daughter was concerned nothing was too good. "Of course dear, I shall get my coat and be there forthwith. Don't cry pumpkin, I'm sure whatever the problem is we can sort it out. Leave the backdoor on the latch and I'll be there in about 5 minutes. Is that husband of yours home from work yet ?" There was a pause.

"Y..yes Mummy, he's right here....waiting for you." she finished enigmatically.

Constance frowned. She didn't know what to make of that. Perhap's they'd had an argument. "Well, can't stand around thinking about it." she thought to herself. If that oaf of a husband has been upsetting her pride and joy there'd be hell to pay. "I'm on my way sweetie, won't be long...."

Spanking Story: When A Spanking Isn't Enough

It was a warm spring day that found yours truly with a day off from the daily grind idly wandering between the shelves of an old backstreet city bookshop that bore the quaint name of "Books ‘R’ Us ". Wandering just about summed it up. That’s the problem with days off work, you invariably find yourself at a loss, bored rigid and wishing you were really back at work so you wouldn't be bored on your day off.


Anyway, I really needed something to take my mind off life, the universe and everything since my last would -be-forever relationship had walked out spectacularly a week ago.

I was probably feeling sorry for myself and now bereft of regular bonking it felt like my scrotum was dragging on the floor. My lack of an emotional and sexual outlet had come about suddenly during a heated row about something I forget with a hysterical Cybil, a drama queen if ever there was one, running round our/now my flat screaming blue murder that I was, to quote delicately, "Uptight, bloody boring and useless in bed!!"

Oh ouch, is that all. Spare my feelings why don't you. At the time that hurt more than I was willing to admit, even if there was more than a grain of truth to it.

As she threw her things in her suitcase, and I stood there like a stuttering idiot, she reached the door and delivered her coup de gras "And you've got a tiny dick too!!" SLAM.

With that, Cybil, the bitch queen from hell, left my life. I stood there stunned for a second watching in the third person as my whole existence went down the proverbial toilet. As things unravelled, I walked to the window and happened to glance out just in time to see a flash blue convertible pull up and Cybil, my Cybil, throw her suitcase into the back and jump in next to a grease ball with slicked black hair and sporting a pair of cool looking shades.

My nice, cosy, humdrum life that had deflated like a lead balloon suddenly went pop.

Why that conniving, lying, two faced little slut !!

In a sudden flash of angered inspiration I flung my window wide open and shouted to the two figures lipo-sucking below "AND YOU'RE A CRAP COCKSUCKER TOO !!" before slamming it shut again enjoying her new beau's rather startled double take no doubt wondering where that rather despiriting bit of information had come from. Despite knowing it was a complete lie, Cybil could suck a golf ball through a straw and make me whimper like a little pup, it made me feel better…..a little.

So here I was, single, sexless and bored browsing in a backstreet bookshop trying to keep my mind off where the hell my next shag was going to come from when an angel spoke to me.

"He's good isn't he ?" said a soft feminine voice from somewhere behind my left shoulder.

Jumping slightly, I turned to find myself staring open mouthed at a young woman of, say, 20 years with dusky blonde straight hair reaching just past her slim shoulders, a figure that was hidden behind sensible clothes consisting of a white blouse, a dark black skirt, legs in black tights and a pair of scuffed low heeled black shoes. She had a pixieish face that tapered into a cutish small chin and was wearing owl like spectacles behind which a pair of wide green eyes twinkled at my confused and blushing state.

Whoa, holy shit. As usual in first meetings with the opposite sex my mind went walkabout as it scrambled around trying to think of something sensible to say. Involuntary, my eyes dropped to the dark divide which peeked alarmingly from the open neck of her blouse which hinted at a pair of breasts that would make Dolly Parton feel inadequate.

Noticing my eyes popping she just smiled a lovely smile.

And those lips. The thought of those slipping slowly over my pecker end, down to my short and curlies before drawing back up with an obscenely sucking pop made me feel like I'd just eating a hot chillie whole. Oh my, where the hell have you been in my life ? Do you want to have my babies? Why'd I have to go through dispiriting relationships with Angela, Lulu, Jenny and finally that slut from hell, Cybil, to get to you? I stood there still mute, doing my best Goofy impersonation with the book clutched to my chest.

"Who ?" was the best I could come up with. Shit Henry, get with the program. I lifted the book and looked at the cover. "Oh Baxter, y..yes very. You a fan?" I finished lamely as she tilted her head to one side as if considering the gibbering wreck in front of her. I'd begun to notice things, little things, like the faint spray of freckles across the bridge of her nose. The fine arch of slightly darker eyelashes. The way she "ummmed" before saying anything and, with a twinge of relief, no rings on her fingers.

It was then I also realised she was pulling a wooden trolley stacked with new paperbacks behind her. "Oh, you er work here ?" I asked.

She turned and picked up a few books in her slim hand. "Ummm huh. Nearly 3 months now. I'm on my gap year at Uni. Figured I needed to earn some money to help pay off my debts and keep the landlord off my back, literally!!" she laughed, with more than a hint of irony. She even turned a delightful shade of pink.

I wanted to beat her landlord senseless and shake his hand for having exquisite taste at the same time. My eyebrows rose at her comment.

She just waved her hand. "Kidding," she grinned. "He's ummmmmmm like 70. Seriously, it isn't easy being a student these days you know," She nodded at the book in my hand. "Its nice to see someone with good taste. Not everyone's a Tolkien or Star Trek groupie. God knows we get plenty of those in here. I like my science fiction more science than fiction and I just love Stephen Baxter."

Trying to ignore the vision of her being ravished by Klingons, I nodded. "Same here, though some of his stuff is pretty way out. I'm just surprised that a, you…er."

"That a girl like me is into hard science fiction ?" she laughed gently. "Oh ummmm, we're not all obsessed with Mills & Boon you know." she finished, reaching past me to re-stack the shelf with new books.

She had that faint sent of primrose which wafted enticingly under my nose making my toes curl as my eyes caught the subtle shift of her bust under her blouse. She looked well graced in that department. What I wouldn't give to suck on those babies. Nervously, I glanced around wondering why she was talking to me. Perhaps she thought I was a shoplifter or something.

But she seemed content to make small talk and not let our one sided conversation slip away into an awkward silence. Her charm and easy manner dragged me out of my shell and we talked about familiar things like work, interests and, of course, books. She appeared in no rush to end our chat and not in the least bothered that I was obviously a good few years older than her (I'm just 30 and look it).

It then dawned on me that maybe I should ask her out. A date? Oh shit. I could feel my heart thudding at the very thought of asking her. What if she was just doing her job and making small talk to help the time pass? Unsure, I began to "ummm" and "ahhhh" which I always did when I was outside my comfort zone. Right now, I was so far out of it I was on another planet. Good God, you uptight fool, just ask the bloody woman out!!

Just as I had grown a set of major stones she suddenly said, "Ummm, I'm due to finish work in 15 minutes or so and there's a coffee shop just round the corner I usually go to. Ummm, I was wondering if you fancy joining me?"

I was so surprised that it took a while to lift my jaw off the floor and accept her invitation.

With a knowing look, she offered me her free hand. "Hi I'm Rachel by the way."

 

Tuesday, 8 April 2014

Spanking Story: The Spanking Club


The woman stopped at the plain front door and reached up with a gloved hand to press the buzzer below the intercom. Stepping into the shelter of the alcove out of the biting winter wind, she leant forward twisting her head slightly so she could hear any response better. When there was no reply, she pressed the buzzer again listening to it echo dully somewhere in the flat above. Another pause, then...

"Hello ?" It was a woman's voice, bright and enquiring.

The visitor stepped closer still, stooping so her mouth was close to the speaker.

"Er, hi. I've er.. an appointment for two o'clock." she replied, glancing over her shoulder in case some passer by might hear. She was shivering slightly with a mixture of nervous anticipation mixed with no little amount of trepidation. Her mouth was dry and her heart was pounding in her chest. "I...I was told this was the address."

"Ah, yes. Is that Mrs Dickinson ?" asked the voice again. "April Dickinson ?"

April licked her lips which were slightly chaffed due to the cold. "Y..yes that's right."

"Hi there, its Faith. Remember me ? I was the one who chatted with you when you contacted us last week. Do you remember the password I gave you ?"

April nodded despite herself. "Uhuh, I think so...do you want me to tell you it here, right now?"

There was a warm laugh, slightly metallic sounding. "Please do, it's simply a precaution Mrs Dickinson. We have to be sure who we allow in. Pays to be on the safe side you'll find. Go ahead....tell me your password."

Mrs April Dickinson, a tidy, comfortable lady of forty, widowed with two son's long since flown the nest, of hesitant manner and of "volumptious" build paused for a moment suddenly aware of actions and consequences therein. By saying the "word" she was stepping out of her current life with all its security and predictability into a life which was anything but predictable or secure. She didn't have to. She could just turn and walk away and forget she'd ever seen that message whilst surfing around on the Internet. But she didn't move. In fact, she doubted she could move anywhere at all !!

"Mrs Dickinson ?"

April bent closer still, her lips were literally touching metal.

"Spanking...." she whispered.

Spanking Story: Secret Society of Spankers

Introduction:

Gallowgate House was as imposing as it's name suggested. An austere two floored building born out of the press-gang era during the latter 1800's, it sat hidden away from the shine and sheen of present day 21st century living. Inside its walls, it's history was that of the secret underground where people dwelled in it's Victorian shadows which gave life to mysterious meetings and gatherings concerning deeds best left unspoken. Even to enter it today was to step back in time into a whole new world. A world of mystery and enlightenment.

A world of secret societies.

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part 1:

Don took his eye off the road and looked at me. "I forgot to tell you something."

It was a steaming evening with a low slung sultry sun and I'd wound the windscreen down half way letting the cool breeze waft over me. "Forgot what?" I replied as the car crested a rise and dipped down into a gully heading towards our destination. Not that I had any inkling where we were going in the first place for this particular destination was an intended mystery to me.

My companion smiled knowingly. "You have to do an initiation."

"A what?"

"Initiation. Before you can be accepted, you have to take the initiation. It's the rule and rules are rules." He glanced at me again and I could see he was much amused at my bemused look. Initiation huh? He didn't say anything more but just sat their driving with a smile on his face. Sunlight suddenly broke through the canopy of poplars that lined this side of the road blinding me with its glare. Pulling down the visor, I stared out of the window seeing the outskirts of a town in the distance. "Initiation?" I thought to myself. Probably something dumb like stripping down to my shorts, being smeared with treacle and having to recite some obscure gobbledygook whilst standing on one leg. No problem - I can do that. Though why I'm doing this in the first place God alone knows. I must be out of my tiny mind.

It's all his fault. Don. My work buddy. "Do you really want to know how I got that promotion Bill?" he'd asked me out of the blue one day. I suggested that he had either been the right person for the job or he was banging Miss Dooley, our boss, big time. "Hah!!" he'd laughed, slapping me on the back. "I wish." We were stood at the bar and he was buying me the pint he owed me. The first of several come to think of it. "In fact, I'm doing something so much better than that." he continued as he pointed out somewhere for us to park our backsides. Sitting in a quiet alcove in your typical village pub I'd frowned at him. He laughed all the harder and just tapped the side of his nose with a finger. "Secret. Let's just say it's not what you know but who you know."

"You have been screwing the boss." I muttered, feeling as if he was leading me around like a blind man on a leash.

He supped his pint for a bit then put the glass down and licked the froth from below his beak like nose. "I'm not. Scouts honour. It's true what I said though. It's not what but who you know. If you have the right connections you can do anything."

I snorted. "Don't tell me you're a bloody freemason." I was genuinely suprised for Don didn't seem the type to be a member of the funny handshake brigade. Or sheepshaggers incorporated as an old pal once told me. He wasn't far wrong in my humble opinion.

Don had the good grace to look affronted by my suggestion. "Oh Christ no. Don't be stupid Bill, this is me remember? No, I'm in with a different er crowd. As different as chalk and cheese." He picked up his glass again and raised it to his lips. He paused and looked at me over the rim. "Interested?"

Intrigued more than interested, I shrugged before nodding. Guess there would be no harm in just finding out what he was up to. "Sure. Why not?" Besides, it might be my lucky day. They might be a bunch of depraved swingers or something. It was about time I put my frustrated libido to good use. If it didn't get a dammed good workout soon it may as well shrivel up and drop off for all the good it's doing me.

Little did I realise that I wasn't exactly that far wide of the mark.

 

Sunday, 23 March 2014

Spanking Story: Rainshowers


The sun had disappeared behind forbidding clouds and a moment later the rain burst from the grey skies soaking the young woman as she made her way from her rural home towards the nearest, and only, bus shelter on the outskirts of the small hamlet where she lived.

"Oh damn!" she cursed as she tried to use her bag as a makeshift umbrella as she started to run towards the shelter which was still a ways off in the distance. "Bloomin' rain!" she squealed as she grasped her lapels under her chin and ran faster - well, as fast as her high heels would allow.


*

The bus shelter itself was cut haphazardly into the side of a secluded road and was surrounded by thorn bushes, spiky hedgerows, fauna and weeds. To use it you had to look hard to find it. Soaked to the skin, Lindsey Bell - an outgoing nineteen year old light brunette - skipped nimbly around a puddle and scampered into the dry confines of the rusting bus stop out of the rain to find there was someone already there taking shelter too. Surprised, for it was rare to see anyone using the shelter at all, she stood in the doorway for a moment whilst dripping rainwater and looking dishevelled as she unconsciously reached up and tried to fix her shoulder length hair that hung limply around her pear shaped face. She must look a sorry sight and no mistake. "Oh." she said. "Hello."

The man looked at up her. "It never rains but it pours." he smiled, moving aside so she could sit on one of the metal seats he had vacated that were bolted solidly into the cracked concrete floor. "Last all day I reckon." he observed in a deep voice that bore a hint of a Northumbria accent.

Lindsey made a face and shook herself like a dog. But it was no use, she was totally soaked through and her clothes would take an age to dry out. What was worse it had to happen today of all days. Just typical. Today was the day of her big job interview in the city and she was dressed to impress in a cream jacket and skirt with white blouse. Nitwit! She should have at least had the foresight to have carried her umbrella. So much for it being "a sunny day with the odd light shower." Too late for that now she thought ruefully.

She glanced at the man who had returned to reading his newspaper. He was a great bear of a man. Possibly in his middle fifties she mused noticing his angular features and metal grey hair, which was nicely cut and trimmed giving him the impression of being someone who knew what he was about. He was wearing a dark windsheeter coat, blue shirt and jeans and had a big black hold-all at his feet. She also noticed he had labourer's hands. Big, gnarled and rough. She swallowed and stepped cautiously forward. "I guess so." she replied as she began to sit down then stopped due to the damp tightness of her skirt restricting her movement. She grimaced and sighed. "I'm so wet through I can't even sit down."

She looked out of the shelter as the rain continued to fall incessantly creating great big puddles along the roadside verges. Where was the bus? She looked at her watch. It wasn't due for another 10 minutes at the earliest. She turned to find the man looking up at her curiously. "I think I'm a bit early. Nerves I guess."

The man's eyebrows raised slightly. "Nerves?"

She nodded. "I have a job interview in a couple of hours. In the city. The weatherman said sunshine and the odd shower and now look at me. I look like a drowned rat and there is no way I'll be able to dry off before then. I knew I should have hired a taxi." She tried to sit again but as soon as she started to thrust out her rear she squelched and jumped back up muttering darkly under her breath as she bent forward slightly trying to squeeze out some of the water from her knee length skirt. It was sodden and clung to her cream stockinged legs no matter what she tried to do. Forgetting where she was, she reached around herself and with her free hand slapped her skirted bottom twice - the resultant crack echoing wetly around the confines of the metal shelter and causing a spray of rainwater to explode from each impact. "Ouch." she winced despite herself. It was then she remembered….

She turned to find the man staring at her - her bottom actually - with a bemused big grin on his face. She blushed scarlet and started to stutter an apology. "Oh my, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I just wish I wasn't so wet." she explained, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole. What must he think of her? "I hope I haven't offended you or…"

The man raised his hand stopping her rambling. "Of course not my dear. I've seen worse I think." he laughed. "Besides, you should be complimented on finding such a novel solution to your problem of how to get dry."

Lindsey blinked. Explained like that it didn't sound so bad. He bum still tingled where she had slapped each cheek. Solution? She nibbled her lower lip considering what he had said. Was he talking about what she thought he was talking about? She felt her heart flutter. Spanking herself dry? He was looking out at the rain so she secretively reached around behind herself again. Surprised, she noticed that the material of her tight skirt seemed a wee bit drier in patches where she had slapped herself. Maybe if she did it a few more times her skirt would no longer be wet.

She was still clutching her bottom when he turned and looked at her again. He had a knowing look in his eyes. She turned even redder and gave him a weak smile in return. "Ah." she wondered licking her upper lip. "I hope you don't think me forward Sir but if the solution you're thinking about is the one I think you're thinking about - " she took a deep breath. " - I think perhaps you're the one who can help me with it more than I can myself. Does that make sense?" She stuck out her hand whilst leaving the other rubbing her bottom. "If you're willing I think formal introductions are called for don't you?" The bus wasn't due to arrive for another 10 minutes or so. Just enough time she calculated to do the deed. "Hi, I'm Lindsey." she said by way of introduction.

The man looked at her for a moment then shook her proffered hand. "Well, I think that is a splendid solution to your problem Miss Lindsey and it will be my absolute privilege and honour to lend you a good firm hand so to speak. You can call me Farmer Jack."

Pitter patter whispered the raindrops.

 

Spanking Story: The Spanking Agency 5

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Inserting his key into the lock, Mr Lister opened his front door just as the first pitter patter of raindrops fell from the grey leaden skies. Glancing up to the heavens he sighed for it looked like another storm was on the way.

Slipping off his black Macintosh, he threw it on the ornate coat stand in the hall and went into his kitchen to make a cup of tea to warm his bones after another hard day at work. Whistling along with his kettle, he stood looking out of his kitchen window as the thunder clouds rolled in listening to the tap-tap-tap against the glass.

Oh well, another lonely night in watching the television.

*


"Bugger, bugger, bugger !!" muttered the young woman as she hurried along the street pulling the lapel of her bright red coat tighter round her neck as she held her handbag comically over her head trying to keep dry from the falling rain. One thing she was not and that was dressed for the bloody weather. Sighing, she realised it was no use for she was soaked to the skin and twice as miserable with it. "If that silly bugger hadn't wanted me to suck his thing I'd of been home now!!" she muttered to herself as she finally reached her garden gate. Opening it, she slammed it shut angrily behind her and tottered up to her front door in her high heels rummaging in her bag looking for her keys.

Uh oh.

"Ohhh noooo bugger, bugger, bugger!!"

*

"Ahhh smashing." sighed Mr Lister contentedly as he sat back in his chair with his mug of hot tea steaming nicely in his grasp. "Nothing beats a hot cuppa after a hard day at work." Picking a biscuit from his plate, he carefully dipped it in making sure it was thoroughly dunked before nibbling on the soggy end. "Ummmph.....heaven."

On his television Wendy the weathergirl was sticking a black cloud with raindrops right on top of where he lived smiling sweetly as she chirped. "Can expect heavy rain for the rest of the evening, so if you're going out be sure to take your brolly with you." Admiring the girls rather splendid bottom when she turned to her weather map Mr Lister glanced out of his window watching as the storm grumbled its arrival by raining harder.

"Well Wendy sweetheart, looks like its just you and me and a cup of tea again."

*

Rosemary Butler was having a seriously bad end to her day. It had all started nice enough when she got a phone call from Dolly asking if she was free that afternoon to visit a client at his home who had asked for a "Big busted twenty something blonde". Such a description fitted the twenty-four year old Miss Butler to a tee - especially in the big and busty department. Thinking that the extra money would come in handy she had jumped at the chance. So, that afternoon at twenty past three she found herself outside a huge block of flats staring upwards, hoping that number thirty-two wasn't on the top floor.

Shit. It was.

An hour later she again found herself in the exact same spot. Except this time with a well slippered bright red bum that throbbed something horrid and the lingering taste of slightly bitter male spend on her tongue. Still, at least she could put her "ill gotten gains" towards something nice and give herself a little treat when she went shopping at the weekend.

It was as she made her way home that things got decidedly worse and wetter until she found herself standing before her front door soaked to the skin and locked out. Wet through, she ran round the back and peered in through the sitting-room window as her make-up ran down her face. Her gaze finally settled on her mantelpiece and with a groan she banged her forehead against the glass.

"Shit, shit shhhhhhhit." There they were. Her bloody keys.

*

Thump - thump, rat-a-tat TAT.

"Huh, what?" mumbled Mr Lister as he sat dosing in his comfy chair. There was another knock. Somebody was knocking loudly on his front door and threatening to pull his knocker off its hinges by the sound of it. Slipping on his shoes, he went to his window and peeked through his net curtains. Blimey, there on his doorstep was what appeared to be a young lady in a bright red coat and high heels who was doing a decent impression of being a drowned rat!!

Wondering what was up he went and answered the door.

*

"Here you go my dear, wash your face and dry yourself with this." smiled Mr Lister handing the young woman a damp flannel and big blue fluffy towel. "Now get yourself in front of the fire and warmed up or else you'll catch a chill." he ordered as his unexpected visitor stood in her short black dress sipping a cup of hot tea thanking him profusely for his kindness.

"I'm so sorry to be such a nuisance Mr ummm, Mr er...." she shivered, suddenly realising that although she lived but three doors away she didn't know his name.

"Lister, its Mr Lister." he said. "But most people just call me Jack."

"Oh, right ok J..Jack." she smiled thankfully. "Well, erm, you see I've gone and locked myself out and I went round the back and I see I've left my bedroom window open. So I figured best find someone with a ladder and well, I remember seeing you out last week cleaning your upstairs windows and and well..." she finished, licking her upper lip hoping she hadn't presumed too much.

"Ah." nodded Jack understanding her predicament. "Say no more. Tell you what, get yourself warmed up and once the rain has stopped I'll go fetch my ladder and see what I can do." Smiling gratefully, she started to dry her hair, rubbing vigorously with the towel. Unable to see his face, Jack found his gaze glancing down to her rather splendidly voluptuous figure that was doing interesting things in her tight top.

Swallowing hard, he tried to concentrate on something else. "Oh, erm...I er...don't er.." he began as she bent forward and shook out her long blonde hair before snapping back up straight and rubbing it again.

Peeking out from the towel, she stuck out her hand. "Butler, Rosemary Butler but most all call me Rose."

Taking her hand, he shook it before they both laughed.

"Nice to meet you Rose."

Out of the window the rain clouds were drifting away.

 

Tuesday, 18 March 2014

Spanking Story: Vital Statistics

Larry Smith felt like a spare dick at an orgy. No surprise really since he was standing, stranded, looking bewildered in the lingerie department of one of the more renowned and salubrious women's fashion store's in town. His discomfort was also compounded by the fact that he seemed to be the only man in the place.

He should of known better. He should of refused point blank when his girlfriend had replied to his question. "Larry, honey, do you really know what I fancy for my birthday ?" she'd told him with a wicked smile. Larry had felt his toe's curl when she whispered what she wanted him to get her in his ear. Like the nitwit he was, he had simply nodded an "Oh uhhhhhhh, sure. I can get you one of those.....things. No problem."

Big mistake. A bloody great big dammed woppa of a mistake he thought as he tried to avoid catching the eye of any women who happened to be glancing in his general direction out of knowing curiosity.

Trying to look as if he knew what the fuck he was doing, he blindly picked up the nearest thing he could find. Which, unfortunately in this case, just happened to be a leopard skin two-piece that was too far on the lacivious and skimpy side to be decent. Turning beetroot, he stood there holding it at arm's length as if the leopard was still attached and eyeing it with a kind of fascinated horror. What was worse, on the other side of the rack, a gorgeous brunette had suddenly popped up and was smiling at him with a look that made him wish the ground would open up and swallow him whole.

Larry smiled back weakly and held up the hanger for her to see. "Er....for the girlfriend. " he blurted out, trying, but failing, to sound confident. The gorgeous brunette merely smiled wider and said "Ahhhh....nice choice."

Larry did the only sensible thing he could think of. He turned, holding the bra and knicker's automatically to his chest to find himself modelling said garment in a 7ft long mirror.

Behind him he heard the gorgeous brunette burst out laughing. He not only felt completely ridiculous he sure as hell looked like it as well. "Oh shit." he muttered as he glanced around hoping no one else had seen his comedy routine. Where was the exit when you needed it?

But he had been noticed. Several ladies were watching him from various corners of the store and each had that knowing look on their faces. Larry just put on his best "warning - useless man alert" face and hurridley put those "female thing's" back. This wasn't working out as he'd planned. In - spot something quick - then out again asap was the idea.

He was about to make a run for it when someone behind him said. "Hello, you look lost. Can I help you ?"

Larry turned and looked slightly down from his 6ft 4" height to find himself staring at a middle-aged greyblue haired lady who was dressed smartly in a dark pinstriped jacket and skirt with black stockings and sensible shoe's. He glanced at the plastic name tag which was pinned to her impressively voluptious bust. She was the manageress.

Larry self-conciously scratched his ear. "Er...I er...." He gave her a helpless shrug and his shoulders drooped in resigned defeat. "I'm sort of.." He frowned thinking of the correct word. "Lost."

The lady laughed. "Don't worry about it. You'd be surprised how many men we get in here especially round Christmas time who say exactly the same. Are you buying for someone ?" she began. "Or are you..." Her voice drifted off and it took Larry a second to understand what she was inferring. He blinked. What ? How could she think he was buying for himself ? Christ, did she think he was someone who liked wearing ladies underwear ? For a moment he imagined himself in a pink matching bra, panties and stockings with his body hair bursting out everywhere.

Come to think of it he might actually look pretty good.

He shook his head and held up his hands in front of him. "No no nooooooooo."he blustered feeling flustered. He dropped his voice to make him sound deeply butch and masculine for emphasis. "Not for me, what I mean is, I'm not.....I mean I don't - you know." He waggled his head from side to side. "I'm a man's man." He paused. THAT sure didn't sound right. "Actually, I'm here buying something for my girlfriend....for her birthday."

The lady smiled. "Ah, I thought so too. I was only teasing. Here let me show you what we've got."

Larry, still aware that he was the centre of attraction, breathed a sigh of relief and followed the lady, head down and unconsciously staring at her thrusting marching bottom as he went.

 

Spanking Story: Dealing with Daddy's Girl


It had been one hot day in the middle of June '52 as I recall when the remarkable Miss Marple had entered a particularly favourite restaurant I frequented and thus stepped into my life changing it forever...

*

The dog days of June had thankfully passed into a breezy July of hot-house temperatures, much beverages drank and minimal clothing need worn. Which judging by the vision sitting opposite me at our table this very second was fine and dandy by me.

Being an item, we had arranged to meet for lunch which we always did on tuesdays for she liked to spend some of the weekly allowance her daddy gave her shopping in the city and afterwards she'd meet me from work at our favourite table at the Boulevard en Suite to muse of the day we had each lived through.

She had entered gracefully with that whimsical air of beauty knowing, gliding amongst the diners and drawing many an admiring glance dressed as she was in a sleeveless white top and knee-length plain cream skirt with a hem-line of lace. A brief kiss on the cheek and we settled down to our meal. The food and wine was exquiste as we relaxed and I listened to her talking about her day, the things she'd bought and general idle curiosities that crossed her mind for she was not one to let a silence last for long in attentive company.

Resting her chin on an up-turned palm her eyes drift idly around the room, a sure sign that her mind was beginning to wander as the wine took affect. I smiled indulgantly able at lesiure to sit and admire her obvious pristine charms and wonder what they'd be like free of clothes and cares. For despite the obvious temptation, a gentleman would never force such an issue whatever the given opportunity. "Had a good day ?" I asked, making small talk to bring her back to me.

She blinked and smiled a perfect smile. "Oh my yes, don't I always. If daddy wants to give me money who am I not to indulge myself and see that it is spent forthwith !!"

I took another sip of wine. "You spent all of it?" I enquired, slightly perturbed.

My lovely companion smiled, rather cheekily I thought with a touch of devilment glinting in her eyes. "Uhuh.." she whispered bending forward across the table. "All gone."

I was hard pushed to keep even the mearest hint of a smile off my face as she proceeded to show me her newly bought wares. Much as I'd thought. Clothes and knick knacks that would most probably be worn or used once and then discarded. "All of it? I don't think daddy will be pleased. Wasn't that sum supposed to last you for a week ?" I enquired. Though she was the apple of her fathers eye I'd come to discover he was a man of strict morals and unbringing who ruled his house with a rod of iron and not one to accept loose morals.

"Oh, well, yes I suppose so. Besides, what he and ma'ma don't know won't hurt them or to the point, heaven forbid, me will it ?" she sniffed, blushing slightly and lifting her chin up haughtily. "I mean, you certainly won't inform him will you? " she stated flatly looking me in the eye. "After all we are an item."

Why, the trumpted up little madam !! Whilst somewhat grudgingly admiring her barefaced cheek I was shocked at her attitude. Especially her presumed opinion of my moral fibre or lack of. "Oh, and what makes you think I won't inform him ?" I enquired.

She smiled knowingly, smugly. "Well, I know you won't. Least not if you want to stay in my good books and find favour."

I was so shocked I could only stare at her as she reached into an ivory bowl and popped a grape into her mouth chewing smugly as if she knew she was right. "You think so hmmm ? Supposing I did. What would happen ?" I asked, regaining my composure as I dabbed my lips with a white napkin. At my question, she stopped chewing and her face turned slightly pale.

"Oh, well, daddy would do what all daddies would do wouldn't he? He'd blow his top and definitely take me in hand."

"In hand ?"

She licked her lips as if remembering something upleasant "It may have escaped your notice Sir but my daddy is a very strict daddy. He certainly doesn't brook argument from any of his daughters, especially his eldest one. "No excuses, no scenes and no blubbing !!" he always says. He just cuts to the chase and takes the rod to our er..." she glanced quickly around, lent further forward and whispered. "Bottoms."

Bottoms ? Her bottom ?!! The thought of her pater taking a slice of swishy bamboo to her as yet unseen on my part (for shame Sir) derriere was one to linger over and cherish on a lonely night. I can well imagine the scene as he laid on a bakers dozen of whippy stingers, more than enough to chastise a willfull and naughty young lady such as the remarkable Miss Marple.

Across from me I could see her licking the whipped cream off her desert spoon as if all was well in her little world. So she thinks I wouldn't tell hmmmm?

 

Thursday, 13 March 2014

Spanking Story: After School Detention

The corridors of St Mary's Girls School are quiet and silent now after the final bell has rung at the end of another day.

Everyone, teachers, pupils, office staff and cleaners have long since departed and gone home...all that is except two.

For them there is the small matter of detention and a punishment to be dealt with.

*

Angela frowns as she approaches Mr Edwards office.

She knocks on his door softly but there is no answer.

"Maybe he's forgotten." she wonders, her spirits lifting for being sent to see Mr Edwards after school was a daunting thing indeed. Should she go ?

Angela bit her lip and looked around then ever so slowly she turned the door handle and peeked inside. What she saw made her heart sink for there in the middle of his office had been deliberately placed a desk and atop that desk was the thing all the naughty girls in school feared the most....his black handled cane !!

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a strong sturdy hand grasped her shoulder. "I've been waiting for you my girl." whispers a deep manly voice in her right ear. "And you know how I HATE to be kept waiting for bad girls like you. Get inside....NOW !!"

Jumping with fright, Angela quickly entered his office and turned about to try and explain.."Mr Edwards..Sir, I..I can...it wasn't my fault. I was only pretending to smoke. they made me do it honestly !!" she whimpered, feeling her tears starting to well.

But he would have none of it. "Be quiet !!" he roared. "I'm not interested in your excuses girl. You've been sent to me to be dealt with and dealt with you shall be. Now stand before that desk and get your hands on your head or else I'll have to spank you as well." he ordered sharply, giving her firm rump a stinging slap to hurry her up.

"Ohhhh OUCH !!!" squealed Angela doing as she was told.

Mr Edwards stood behind Angela inspecting her then ordered sharply. "Lift your skirt girl and tuck it into your knickers so I can see what sort of bottom you've got and what I have to deal with here. I've always suspected you have a rather big one."

Not wanting to get into even more trouble Angela did as she was told, fumbling with her skirt until she thought it was secure enough to replace her hands on top of her head again. In one way she was dreading it, but in another she wished he'd get a bloody move on and get it over with !!

Mr Edwards picked up his punishment stick and approached his charge. "Bend over the desk so I can get a better look. Aha, yes. Interesting. I was right, you do have a sturdy behind Ms Johnstone. I think a good round dozen should be enough to teach you the error of your ways. Don't you agree girl ?"

"Y..yes Sir. Mr Edwards. If you say so Sir." sniffed Angela.

Angela waited wondering what Mr Edwards was up to behind her. In the corner of her eye she could see the shadow of his cane moving across the wooden floor....

Then suddenly she felt his hand pull her skirt back down over her knickers before he stood once again at her side. "I need to make sure I have enough room for to swing my cane, so stand still while I gauge the distance. Stand still now or else !!"

Angela gulped and bobbed her head in alarm. She couldn't move if she wanted to anyway !! She was so scared she let out a little squeal of fear as she felt the tap tap of the cane end over her short skirt as she heard him, mutter to himself "Hmmm...splendid. There's enough room to get a good swing." Now that he had obviously satisfied himself she trembled as he tucked her skirt back up again and told her "Right my girl, lets begin your thrashing shall we ?"

Angela wished she'd never listened to her school chums in the first place and hoped she'd never see another cigarette again in her life !!

Mr Edwards paced back and forward once or twice staring at her quivering bottom. She certainly was a well built girl and had all the right amount of padding in all the right departments. Such a bum deserved to be thrashed soundly he mused.

"Let us begin shall we ?" he said as he raised his wicked cane and brought it down across Angela's fleshy bottom with a resounding "SWISH - CRACK !!"

As the rattan sank into her bumflesh Angela jerked against the desk and howled "AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE OW !!!!!"

Mr Edwards, satisfied of a stroke well done and delivered good and hard, warned her as he saw her about to rise. "STAY DOWN GIRL !!!"

Whimpering Angela gathered her courage and did as she was told.

His cane fell a second time.

"NOOOOOOOH PLEEEEEEEASE IT HURTS MR EDWARDS!!" she screamed as she felt the stroke rebound and curl away like a hissing cobra. Oh how her poor bum stung !!!

Mr Edwards, now able to judge how hard he could thrash her, continued on.

Therwick - Swoosh - CRACK!!!

Angela flopped across the wooden desk and began to moan and wail. Suddenly there was a pause. Had he finished ? No. She turned her head when she felt his fingers slip under the elastic of her panties and ease them over her painfully swollen buttocks and down her legs. She was bare. He had finally stripped her for the remainder of her punishment.....

 

Spanking Story: To Spank a Thief

It is not a well known fact that the Head of Security had eyes in the back of his head and could spot a thief a mile off.

But he did, which at that moment was just as well as he watched the young lady emerge from the changing rooms, glance nervously around and head quickly for the store exit.

Mumbling into his radio, he set off to intercept his prey who was clutching a leather shoulder bag to her chest before she could make good her escape. "Got you..." he smiled.

*

Lucile Lips looked at Ivor Biggun the store detective with a questioning "Well...where is it ?" glance as the young lady emptied her bag on the table in front of them.

But to her Security Guards surprise and dismay there was nothing - least nothing stolen he could see. Ivor blinked, removed his cap and scratched his bald pate in puzzlement. The girl, a slip of a thing of about twenty-three with mousey shoulder length hair, turned and looked at him smuggly as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. Ivor looked to his Supervisor and spread his hands helplessly. He was positive he'd seen her go into the changing room carrying something. "I know what I saw." he said determinedly. "Why else would she have gone into the changing rooms?" he challenged looking at his boss.

Miss Lips, a sort of attractive in a plain sort of way bee hived battleaxe of thirty plus turned to the girl and peered at her over the rim of her spectacles. That was a good point made by her Head of Security. Why had she gone into the changing rooms ?

The girl chewed her gum harder and blew a bubble. "I was lookin' for the loo wasn't I ?" she retorted sharply. "I've done nowt wrong. N'if you can't prove it you can't keep me here. I've a good mind to go get my dad. He'd sort you out. He knows all about the law. He'd sue !!"

Ivor grunted. Like father like daughter obviously. Why wasn't that a surprise he thought disgustedly as he eyed her up and down as she stood before him. Must be one helluva family. Pity, she was a bonny wee thing and had a figure to match judging by the short skirt she was wearing "Careful Ivor." he thought to himself, "You're not only sounding twenty years older than her but twenty years stupider as well."

Realising the situation was getting out of control his boss raised a placating hand. "Now, now, there's no need for that is there Miss...Miss ?"

The girl picked up her mascara and lipstick. Flipping open her compac she stared at them both over the mirror. "Oh no you don't. I'm not telling you my name. I'm not that stupid. You'd run a check on me. I know all your tricks I do. Maybe I should call the Police and tell them that Lurch here got me in here under false pretences and frisked me for a quick thrill hmmm ?" she sneered." A bit of bad publicity for your store wouldn't go down to well on the front page of the local paper now would it ?" she suggested as she ran the lipstick over her each lip.

"Why that stuck up conniving little cow !!" raged Ivor to himself. Given half the chance he'd teach her a thing or two about manners. She wouldn't be so smug then by God. But he knew he was in a pickle. He'd practically frog marched her through the store holding her by the arm as the other shoppers stopped and watched. He'd get the sack he was sure of it. But he could of sworn.....

"Perhaps we can come to some sort of er arrangement then ?" suggested the older woman, trying to defuse the situation.

The girl paused in her preening. "Arrangement. Like wot ?"

Lucile Lips was thinking on her feet. "Maybe we could give you some vouchers...you know for discounts."

The girl thought for a second and shook her head. "Hmmmmmmmm nope. I want cash."

The Supervisor blinked. "Cash ? Oh, I'm not sure I'm allowed to......how much ?"

The girl snapped her compac closed. "A hundred."

"What ?!!" blurted out Lucile and Ivor togther.

The girl just smiled and with the index finger of her right hand dialled an imaginary phone. "Ring, ring.....hello is that the Police ?". At the helpless look on the other two faces she started to laugh. This was better than shoplifting any day !!


 

Thursday, 6 March 2014

Spanking Story: The Spanking Time Traveller

Authors Note: "Always been a big fan of stories that involve anything to do with the paradoxes and possibilities of being able to travel in time. HG Wells Time Machine is one of my favourite novels and I thought it would be an interesting challenge to write an erotic romantic spanking story involving the subject. Hope you enjoy it."

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Another time, another place....

Higher than way up high in a building that was taller than tall the Time Traveller stood before a wall that wasn't a wall on the beginning of his journey far away from the hustle and bustle of the big city metropolis below. The wall, which wasn't a wall, swirled like a clearing mist, bee bopped a jingle and cleared to reveal the image of a grandfather clock. and the simple phrase. "What is time ?"

"May I help you ?" said the wall suddenly as the face of an attractive woman appeared.

The Time Traveller smiled. "I hope so. " he responded warmly as the wall opened and he entered into a room where time ceased to exist....

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Spanking Story: Heaven Help My Big Fat Ass When Daddy Goes Apeshit!


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Flowella stared fearfully down from her upstairs window as her Daddy strode purposefully up the gravel path to their stately home looking as if he'd swallowed a rather large wasp and was chewing on it with relish. She could literally see the steam coming out of his ear's. She stepped back suddenly when she saw him look towards her bedroom window. If look's could kill...

"Oh my Fluffy, he's seen the Roll's !!" she groaned as she gripped her pet poodle tighter whilst she patted the dog's head nervously. "Heaven help my big arse when Daddy goes apeshit !!!!"

Monday, 3 March 2014

Spanking Story: When Harry Spanked Sally


Harry looked out of the window as another woosh of snow blew past outside as they sat in the warmth and glow of the initimate restaurant. His companion, Sally, sat opposite finishing off her desert of strawberries and cream in that deliberate and studious way that always made him smile. She was, as his mother used to say, a bit of a "fusspot".

"Walking in a winter wonderland..." murmured Harry, picking up a napkin to dab his lips. Sally glanced up at him then out into the dark seeing the snowflakes silhouetted in the arc of lamplight across the way.

"Ohhh, its snowing Harry, look !!" she smiled like a child,"I do so love winter."

"I know you do. Remember the time we went skating on the lake ? Or, hey, what about last Christmas when we built that snowman and you stuck the carrot in the wrong place. Naughty, naughty !!" he laughed.

Sally blushed. "I was wasn't I ?" she whispered bending forward over the table so no one else could hear her confession, her eyes glancing across to the other tables. Harry sat back and wiggled his brows before winking. He felt good, life was good, had been good and he had good friends like Sally with whom he could share his love of eating out.

He had known Sally for most of his adult life, they had met years ago in college studying English Lit. He had noticed her straight away, she stood out from the crowd like a beacon with her shoulder length crinkly strawberry blonde hair, shapely figure, though she usually hid it under volumnious sweaters and roomy skirts and baggy trousers, and slightly lost appearance. But the thing he liked most about her was her eyes. They were Disney like, big, round and deep blue. With her always slightly bemused expression they made her look so innocent as if she wanted to say "Nooooo really ??!!" all the time. Like now.

They were friends, good friends but just friends. He was 40, she was 38. They had both loved, lost and consoled each other many a time by ordering ice cream and sitting in front of tv watching "Its a Wonderful Life." Every evening they'd ring each other to tell of their day, work and all that. Discuss things, problems needing solving, intimate things...well, sort of. "No secrets." Sally had said one night last week suddenly as they sat on the sofa watching the game. Harry agreed after a seconds musing. Truth or dare.

Truth.

Sally had collapsed in a fit of the giggles. "You're into what ?!!"

 

Spanking Story: The Spanking Agency 4

It was a cold December day and the smell of snow lingered in the air as the shadowy figure of a man made his way through the park towards the small boating lake situated on its south side.

Nature was in hibernation, the flower beds were bare of colour and the wind whistled through the skeletal fingers of the trees with a ghostly whisper.

Not that the man noticed as he sat down at a particular bench to wait, he had far more important things on his mind this December day.

*


Sally Albright glanced up at the supermarket clock and groaned to herself as she released she was going to be late.

The queue she was in seemed to stretch for miles and moving in slow motion as she muttered under her breath wishing they'd hurry up. Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, she plopped her basket on the till and waited as the shop asistant scanned her groceries through the infra-red beam accompanied by the beep of bar code recognition.

Finally, smiling as the young man packed for her and handed her her shopping she quick walked through the milling shoppers and out into the crisp December air.

 

Thursday, 27 February 2014

Spanking Story: He Tarzan She Jane

Brenda Turpin looked up from behind her desk at the sound of a slight cough and an "Er, excuse me, I was er wondering can you help me please ?"

Brenda automatically reached up to pat her greying perm and straightened her nametag. Smiling politely as she was trained to do, the fifty year old mother of four and recently divorced from a no-good layabout whom she had discovered was dipping his wick in other wells, offered the young lady standing before her a seat. "Yes of course, how may I be of service ?" she said sweetly as she had done countless times that day, week, month and God knows how many years.

Rachel Green, a twenty-five year old brunette, single and unemployed nodded and pulled out the chair and sat wriggling for a second to get comfy and compose herself. "Hope so, I was just checking the boards for the latest vacancies and noticed one that sounds interesting. Do you have any more details ?" she asked. "Lets have a look shall we. What number was it ?"

Rachel looked down at the piece of paper where she had scribbled the vacancies registration number. "Felling 4532, the one asking for a graphic design assistant."

Keying in the number on her computer Brenda waited for the details to come up on her monitor. "Looks like the weathers turning." she smiled making small-talk.

"Hmm, think snows on the way, soon be Christmas." agreed Rachel searching her handbag for a hankie to wipe her nose blue from the cold.

"Ah, here we go. Graphic design assistant," read Brenda,"Thirty-five hours a week, some weekend work might be involved as well. Six pounds an hour. Send a covering letter and curriculm vitae to a Mr Woodward by the 20th of December. Interested ?"

Rachel nibbled her lower lip as she considered her options. Though she didn’t know why. It was fast approaching Christmas and she needed a job. She had no choice and this didn’t sound too bad. She had only one question left to ask. "Sounds fine thanks. What’s the name of the company and where is it ?"

*


Spanking Story: Dominus Domina

Jane was in big trouble.

As usual she'd been seeing how long she could stretch the patience of her new boyfriend by running around their new home in just a blue shirt and skimpy pair of knickers telling him that she wasn't in the mood for sex because she'd be late for work. "But I really will be honey !!" she teased as she gave him a flash of her smashing bottom as she scrambled around looking under their bed for her stockings.

That'd teach her to have another night of unbridled, garment throwing passion. Her new lover sure was a tiger between the sheets as well as between her cheeks !! "Mr Harris is a stickler for good time-keeping and I've already seen what happens when he gets angry."

Jeff grunted. "Oh sure. If that's the best you can do you deserve a sore arse twice over !!" he roared as he jumped up and chased her through to the kitchen where he caught her round the waist and hauled her cursing, squealing and laughing over his bare shoulder and marched her back into the bedroom where he threw her down over his knee.

"NO WAIT JEFF !!" she shrieked, giggling despite herself. "YOU CAN'T. I REALLY WILL BE LATE AND I'LL GET INTO TROUBLE - AGAIN !!!!"

Sensible and reasonable chap that he was - he ignored her and pulled and tugged her knickers down off her bottom and gave it a quick-fire SLAP SLAP SLAP to shut her up. Which of course was totally pointless due to the fact that he had just given her three hard spanks to her very spankable arse. Which of course was totally pointless due to the fact that he had just given her three hard spanks to her very spankable arse.

"YEOWCH - YEOWCH - YEOWCH !!" yipped Jane trying to fend him off and protect her cheeks from any more stinging ringing slaps. "You bastard !!" she growled. "You and your bloody spanking. Is that all you ever think about ?!!"

Jeff licked his lips. "WIth an arse like yours sweetheart it's hard not too. Now shut up and take your lickin like a man.'" he ordered as he easily held down his cursing and struggling girlfriend. He had to admit that the fight was half the fun of the exercise - that and watching her butt turn from a snowy white to a cherry red of course. Though he knew that this time there would be no making up straight afterwards. He sighed. Guess a spanking man can't have everything. He zipped in a few more rat-a-tat raps that had Jane flayling about wildly as she yelped and whined that he was a complete and utter prick.

"Why you - you OUCH !!" his girlfriend cursed as she twisted too and fro trying to reach back with her right hand to fend off his stinging blows which were now peppering her now tingling rump. Why couldn't he wait for later after she was finished her shift at the coffee shop ?!! "Men can be just so bloody unreasonable at times." she winced as another SPLAT echoed around their bedroom. Reaching across, she grabbed a pillow and swung it at him as hard as she could catching him on the side of his head.

In response to her attack Jeff grabbed her by her long blonde hair and gave it a painful tug. "Do that again and I'll go get thewhip. I'm not finished yet dealing with your arse. Now stick it up sweetheart so I can get a few good slaps on it. " he warned her, raising his hand again and bringing it down with a forceful....

"OWWWWWW !!!!" squealed Jane loudly, thinking it best she not wallop him with the pillow again. At the mention of the "W" word she thought submission was definitely the better part of valour at least where that bloody awful thing was concerned.

She only got a taste of THAT when she'd been REALLY bad or naughty. A session with that was not one to take lightly, although she had to admit, the sex afterwards was especially electric.

*



Wednesday, 26 February 2014

Spanking Story: The English French Maid

Mr Buntz slipped on his white glove and walked over to the dresser as Francesca watched him with rising trepidation.

Standing with her hands behind her back, she bit her lip as he extended a white finger and drew it oh-so slowly along the top of the wood.

There was an ominous pause as he looked at the result, inspecting it closely causing twenty-five year old Miss Francesca to swallow nervously as her employer turned and "tut tutted" as he held out his extended digit, waving it under her pert nose.

"Whats this girl?" he asked.


Francesca stared at the offending smudge going cross-eyed with fright as she felt her insides turn to jelly for she knew exactly what was coming. "Er..it..its dust Sir." she mumbled not able to meet his warped gaze through his thick frames.

"I KNOW its dust girl," he rumbled threateningly. "I want you to tell me WHAT ITS DOING THERE?!!" he finished, his voice rising as he loomed over her as she stood fidgetting in her "quaint" maid's uniform.

"Er, I...er...dunno Sir." she replied lamely, realising she was in for an uncomfortable evening judging by the rising colour of Mr Buntz's purplish face and the wriggly lines adorning his furrowed forehead.

"Dunno, DUNNO?!" he shouted going potty. "What sort of answer is that you silly girl?" he thundered as he quickly stripped off the offending glove with a snort of disgust and tossed it onto the bed.

Acting like an apoplectic Headmaster, he puffed himself up and pointed ominously towards the door. "You know the rules my girl. Get your fat arse down to my office and bring back my things. Right now do you hear me!!" he ordered grasping her by her bare arm, spinning her around and giving her short-skirted bum a hefty wallop to send her on her way with an "Owch..yes Sir!!" as she stumbled out of the room in her high-heels.

Oh golly gosh gumdrops.

Her big bum in for it now!!

 

Spanking Story: FRIENDS 3

THE ONE WHERE ROSS AND RACHEL ARE ON A BREAK AND JOEY DISCOVERS RACHEL'S ONE HOT BABE WITH A KINKY SECRET.

Part 1.

In Phoebe's apartment Joey was being serious.

"But I just don't get it Pheebs. How could they just like, break up?!" He shook his head as he and Phoebe sat together on her sofa devouring their way through an express espresso frisbee sized with everything pan-pizza. "I mean, this is Rachel and Ross we're talking about here. They were meant to be together. Like Fred and Wilma. Like Starsky and Hutch. I just don't get it. I wonder what the problem was?" he frowned.

This was not good. He was the sort of guy who liked everything in his life to run smoothly and that included his friend's personal relationships.



Phoebe Boufette licked her lips then her fingers clean, one at a time. "Sex."

"Huh?" Joey wore an expression that was like a blank canvas. Sex? No way could it be that. After all, he was an expert in such things and he would of known if it was something like that. His brow furrowed for it suddenly occurred to him that he hadn't had a girlfriend in like, a whole month. Four weeks?!! He really needed to get back into the ballgame as soon as possible. He, Joey Tribbiani needed to keep his well oiled machine - well oiled. He wondered if that cute sales assistant at that big department store on Upper West Side was still available for a date. He figured he still had her phone number lying around his apartment - somewhere.

Phoebe got up from the sofa and took the pizza box to the waste disposal before raiding the fridge. Of course it was sex. It was ALWAYS sex. Boy, people can be so in denial sometimes. She came back to sit beside Joey and handed him a cool beer. He still had that cute "hello…anyone home?" expression on his face. Joey, good old non-complicated Joey. "Yes Joey, sex." she said firmly again. "How did all your relationships break up?"

Joey raised a characteristic eyebrow at that question. That one was a bit too near the knuckle for comfort. His eyebrow got higher as he went mentally through the reasons for all those he could remember. Ding ding. "Er, ah." he muttered sheepishly, unable to meet her knowing gaze. "Sex too I guess."

"See. You can have the IQ of the brainiest person that ever lived but it all comes down to how much or how little you're getting. Simple huh?" she smiled. "I'm a people person. I really should have been a psychiatrist like Dr Ruth. I am the knower of and solution to like all of the worlds' problems."

But Joey was still frowning. "Ok so it's like sex k." he said. "But this is Rachel we're talking about here Pheebs. We are talking about a woman who put the x in porn here." His eyes were wide open and his head was nodding in that determined way he had as if to emphasis his point - no matter how dumb it was. He paused for a second and frowned like he had thought of something really - really - mind bogglingly terrible. "You don't think that Ross got suddenly gay do you?" he blurted out.

Phoebe shrugged as she sipped her beer. She'd noticed lately how Joey had always somehow managed to engineer Rachel into his every conversation. "Ross is too much of the drama queen to be gay, though he does seem to be developing a queer taste for sleeveless sweaters and watching QVC lately. OO OO hey, if he is really going gay do you think he would help me with my d├ęcor?" she asked brightly.

*

It was Wednesday and Rachel was at work sitting behind her plush desk on whose top sat a pile of paperwork >----------< this high. But her mind was on anything but her work. It had been a week since she and Ross had split up. The reason for breaking up was something they had seen coming from a long way off. It had been a long fuse on a slow burn. Despite everything, the companionship, good sex (but not great - her fault?) and the spanking it had somehow gone pear shaped.


She swizzled around in her chair until she was looking out of her office window at the cityscape below. Even despite the spanking. So much for the others always telling them their relationship "ever since high school was meant to be". She felt a deep sadness in her heart for she had discovered how much Ross had wanted her back then. But times moves on and people change. Even true love can fade - despite the spanking.

She lifted a hand and rubbed her temple. Things had got complicated real fast. Since when did spanking go to the top of her list of most important things in a relationship? Ever since the first time he slapped her big fat Greek ass. But in reality, the reason was sadly so simple. The thrill had gone. The zip, zing, pizzaz - whatever, had gone. Work had contributed too she realised. It had been much easier when she worked as a waitress in Central Perk just serving coffee. But through circumstance, she had moved up in the world to land her dream job. He had his professional life and she had hers. They had drifted apart and the spark just wasn't there anymore.

Even despite the spanking. The spanking. She sighed. Now that was one thing she would really, really miss. What would the next man in her life think of her if on their first date she asked him "Do you spank?" She made a face. That would never EVER happen for there was no way she could be so bold. It was all his fault. "Damn you Ross Geller." she whispered out loud. "Why did you have to spank my ass?" She got to her feet and rested her head against the glass looking down at the worker ants far below. Sighing, a face suddenly appeared into her consciousness - someone totally unexpected at that moment.

She smiled as the face asked her. "Yo Rach, how's your ass doin' ?"

*

Monday, 24 February 2014

Spanking Story: The Spanking Agency 3

Catherine Turner clicked open the door and stared upwards.

"Oh, heck !" she muttered between her perfect teeth. Why did the office have to be on the first flipping floor ? Climbing Mount Everest would be easier AND less painful.

Best get on.

"Ouch."

"Ow."

"Geez."

"Hmmmm ahhhh."

With each stair taken, her little yelps of distress got louder and louder. Cathy, wincing with pain shook her pretty red head. "All because some daft bugger wanted to cane a nun."

*

Dolly looked up from her desk as the door to the office opened and in walked, rather stiffly the youngest member of the Agency.

Catherine Turner had barely turned eighteen when she had presented herself with the nine other ladies for the interview.

Even Molly was surprised at the young looking woman. "Are you sure you're eighteen?" she had asked.

"Cross my heart Miss Malone." she had replied with wide eyed innocence. As things turned out, Cathy Turner was a seasoned pro of the red bummed brigade.

Dolly smiled with amusement at the memory. She got to her feet and came around her desk as the younger woman stood in the middle of the floor with an "I'm in agony.!!" grimace on her screwed up face. Dolly wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulder.

"Sweetheart, are you alright?"

Cathy nodded. "Ooooh Dolly, I would be if I had someone else's bum...cor mine doesn't half sting!" she whistled in reply.

Dolly laughed. "Rather you than me flower. Here sit yourself down and I'll make us a nice cup of tea, hmmm"

Cathy shook her head, her red shoulder length hair flying. "Sit, you must be joking Dolly!!" she grunted, wobbling stiffly to the small couch in the corner. "Not with the state of my arse, ....bloody cane!!"

Dolly smiled at her friends childish petulance. All show of course. Dolly knew all about Miss Turner's little quirks and kinks."Well dear, you did say you liked to take a caning didn't you hmmm?"

Cathy turned and slowly settled her bum on the soft seat. "OW. Flipping OW, I bet that silly bugger has drawn blood, I tell you Dolly he didn't half lay into my arse. OW hmmmmm, ahhh, that's better. Just throbbing a bit now."

Dolly giggled at the comical sight of the jack-in-the-box easing her arse down on the padded couch like an aeroplane having a bumpy landing. Serves her right!! Dolly poured them both a hot cup of tea and brought it over to where Cathy sat still wincing at the sting. "So, come on then, tell your Auntie Dolly all about it, I want every juicy detail mind." grinned Dolly over the rim of her cup.

Cathy reached forward and picked up her cup from the coffee-table. "Nosey," she smiled, but continued on. "Well I guess it went like this......"