The Night Before – Paddled Like a Naughty Schoolgirl

A Schoolgril spanking fantasy Alex Reynolds finds herself getting spanked in dention
AAA Spanking Alex Reynolds having her skirt lifted in Exemplary Detention

Paddled Like a Naughty Schoolgirl

“That’s it young lady. You have been warned and now you butt is going to pay for your attitude and bratty mouth.  You need to be paddled like a naughty schoolgirl to learn your lesson.” She looked at her husband mockingly. Then he added. “it’s off to the principal’s office with you.” Handing her a note with an address and room number on it, Followed by  second form that read
 
Punishment Slip
Student Name __________Alice King______________
Offense Disrespect, Inappropriate Language, and Bad Attitude
_____________________________________________________________________________________
 
Recommendation Corporal Punishment and Detention
_____________________________________________________________________________________
 
Additional Information ____Second Referral for behavioral issues this term_______
 
 
Well he said with a smile “you’re in enough trouble already I wouldn’t keep him waiting. She gather a few things. Plugged the address into her phone not knowing who or what was waiting for her on the other end. So her skort clad bottom and tank top nervously made their way to the car. Not that her work out clothes would offer her poor bottom much protection if she was going to get swats. Het stomach flipped and her pussy clenched at that thought.
 
A short time later she arrived as the address, parked the car, made her way through the lobby and thought about whether or not any of those people secretly knew her fate. Just like being sent to the office at school was she going to be paddled like a naughty school girl and before lunch the entire place would be whispering about how she had yet again managed to have her bottom whacked with the board.
 
 
Ding – the elevator announced its arrival at appropriate floor. She walked down the hall and knocked on the door. Sir stood there in a suit and tie that unlike his usual ones had the actual look of something a school administrator might wear. “Can I help you?” he greeted her not breaking character. Alice produced her “Punishment slip” from her purse. He made he stand there on the threshold while reading it.
“Well Miss I think you are overdue to come in” not once breaking from character. “Have a seat and I’ll be with you shortly and pointed her to a chair.   HE went about his business doing whatever until he finally looked up at her “OK Miss. Let’s talk about why you’re hear and what we’re going to do about it.”
 
Reciting the punishment slip to her word for word and having poor Alice elaborate of each offence he was every bit the stern disciplinary one would expect. When he was done hearing her side of it.
 
OK Ms King here’s what’s going to happen. To start your time here you are going to write for me “I am a very naughty girl and deserve to be paddled for my attitude, language and disrespect.
After you’ve completed those 100 lines for me you’ll be given 10 swats with the heavy paddle. After which you will complete the following questionnaire on why you had to have swats applied to your bottom, what you learned from it and how you are going to avoid being sent here to be disciplined by me again.
 
She was given loose leaf paper and a pencil. Cursing silently in her head she began writing her lines.   Not in any hurry she took her time but finally finished and let Sir know that she had completed them. Very well.   He said bringing out the paddle and placing it on the desk in front of her with a solid thud. Then took his time looking at eve one of the lines she had written for proper form.
“Stand up, come over here, Place your hands on the wall and bend over” She obeyed and her all to thin skort stretched across her lovely round bottom. She wished she had worn jeans today, and thicker panties, anything to help with the pain and marks she was about to receive. One would think such a good bad girl would be better prepared.
 
He advised to hold position or there would be plenty swats and to count each whack of the paddle.
Failure to count would of course earn this schoolgirl another swat.
He tapped he butt with the paddle before landing a solid searing swat. The kind that he left in place well after it landed and her backside was set on fire.

two girls lined up facing the wall and paddled over their jeans
from Firm Hand Spanking two naughty schoolgirls paddled over their jeans

“One” she said noting how no warm up unlike when they played other games made all the difference.
The second landed, then the third, this was serious he was delivering every bit an authentic school paddling to her. Each swat’s force measured, her bottom already bruising for the board landing solidly. Lengthening the time between impact sop just as the pain stared to fade it exploded again.   Eventually the paddle landed for the 10th time. She waiting until being told to stand and then led to a hard wooden chair, made to sign her punishment slip, and given the essay to complete while sitting not at all comfortably.
When she finished her second writing assignment he finally broke character. “Let’s discuss this over dinner and then get you home and in bed.   You have a very long day ahead of you tomorrow” His evil grin giving her just a hint of what she might be in for.
 
Of course not wanting her to forget what had happened he had her seated on an unpadded wooden chair at dinner and then would make her tell him stories about her most recent paddling, her past punishments and other spanking she had gotten.   Her day of Service and submission laid before her but he very much wanted her to remember the past as she wondered about the future.
 

Well Spanked Part 3 The Aftermath

In case the title  didn’t give it away this is the third (and final) installment in our “Well Spanked” series; Part 1 The Warm up and Part 2 Throughly Thrashed in case you missed them.It’s funny how the stars align on rare occasion so when the Kink of the Week Topic was “Marks” I had to fight the temptation to post this immediately rather than wait for it to be a Sinful Sunday Post. 
– Mal
I went in intending to leave her marked.  It seems a bit odd to see the words written out since that not usually the case.   It  came from the desire to not have a repeat of the last time I spanked her bottom.   Usually the scene is what it is and even if its a straight up spanking I’m looking of other things, dynamics, fantasies, roles, whatever to be part of it. Marks may or may not be a by product of that. But  not this time the challenge has been issued that I couldn’t leave her with a sore sit spot, not later that night let alone the next day or several days after that.
It was not my first rodeo, I’d spanked a person or two in my life (a small understatement) and I knew that to get her to that point it would take a long drawn out scene (last time we played her rosy red bottom was back to white before the ropes came off despite multiple OTK sessions earlier in the day). The reality was that I would have to go at her a little hard at times.  That varying the intensity from slow paced thuds and to fast crisp spanks this time it would be more than just to effect her head space but also to get her to the point she dared me to take her, to leave her sore and marked.
AK's Well SPanked and Glowing Bottom
Above is the results 10 hours after we stopped playing her bottom was still showing signs of the previous nights fun.   She admitted it was sore “but I can still sit”.   Raven would later confirm that while she could sit and was savoring the lasting effect she was feeling it more and more as the day wore on.
 
The Brusies from her spanking are starting to showOne day later the bruises from her spanking are starting to really show.  Raven had taken to giving her a nice swat or two when she passed by and sneaking up on her to poke and grab her still sore butt.  She’d brag to me that she still can take more, so next time we play this hard I may have to offer a reminder session a day later.  Nothing like starting over when she can still feel the last one.
Two Days after her spanking
So the above is after more than two full days.  Still marked, the bruises now in a variety of shades.  The lighting BTW is the result of a power outage and not out attempt to be cool and artsy with this shot.
4 days later
The new red spot is from sitting,   Too bad isn’t it I was hoping LR was going to send me a video of her getting her bottom rewarmed while it was still sore (Remember folks I’m a bit of a sadist).   The only marks left are mid cheek and ironically not from the paddle or belt but from my hand.  Admittedly it was fun for me to get the pictures since i had to leave and couldn’t be there to see the results in person.   Perhaps Alice will comment on how often she stole a glimpse of the marks.  I got daily updates and quickly created a new folder on my phone keep them stored in.
 
As for me I’ve been on the S&M impact toy shopping spree of a lifetime.   Looking for new paddles and toys, leather and wood and maybe a few things even more vicious than that to add to my collection.
 
A few finals thoughts on Marks.
Shifting away from the scene above with Alice and looking at my own comments over the years.  Often I’ll swat the Blonde on her cute ass just hard enough to leave a faint hand print (ok sometimes that one smack will be bright red and show each finger in a clearly outlined way. For god’s sake I’m a spanking top what do you expect?).  She’ll grumble sometimes mockingly, some times genuinely and my response has always been “I’m just marking my territory”.   Looking back at it there was more truth in that than there appeared to be on the surface of that cavalier retort.
Whether my hand print had faded or not my habit is often to swat her playfully as we pass each other. Sure its usually playful, never mean spirited, and is often lighter than a pat on the back during a hug with an acquaintance but in some primitive way somewhere in my fucked up brain I’m marking her as mine to anyone watching.  Despite what I do there are times when I don’t share well.   So marks aren’t just for bottoms and subs, they can serve a purpose far beyond the physical.  And while the ones you can take pictures of or steal looks at in the mirror certainly serve a purpose even the ones that fade quickly can be a reminder or symbol of an attachment.
Kink of the Week
Sinful Sunday

She Said Being a Test Bottom

Sexually Speaking He Said She Said - The Female PerspectiveDisclaimer:  the Pixie’s part was recorded as a conversation with Mal immediately prior to the They Said Segment which is a deviation for how this column is typically done.  Mal claimed it was because of time constraints but we think he just wanted to torment her a little more and thought she might never get around to typing things out. Which is probably accurate. The He Said piece is called “The Paddle Test” will be linked from here when it’s available.  The They Said Potion “The Test Bottom and the Mad Scientist” will conclude this topic

Malflic’s Pixie Said…
So I guess this in my “punishment” because I wouldn’t let someone take any pictures of my ass when he was done spanking it. So I was “convinced” to talk about the experience instead.   I’m Malflic’s Pixie and I’m the only one who gets away with calling him Daddy.   The Daddy thing started it as a joke and when I saw it freaked him out so I kept doing it everywhere.    Recently I was sassing him and he told me I needed a good spanking.  Which if you know me is pretty much always the case and not something I’d pass on all that often.   So I played along and asked “Daddy” if he was really going to do it.   I already knew the answer and had played this game with him a few times before and that is when I was told not only was he going treat me like a bad girl but he had a few new things to try out on me which is what led to yesterday.
I found out that had had two new paddles he “needed to try out”  that were gifts that had been given to him.  So I showed up, bratted him a little just to set the mood, and then waited for him to tell me to go to the dining room so things could begin.  Of course he sent me to his office instead which was new and said he’s join me in a few minutes.   I’d been in his office before but just for a visit this time there was an large ottoman with pillows on top of it right in the center and two black paddles laid out.
Typically we set a scene, I get paddled more or less in character and then we go back to normal.  This time though I was treated more or less as a science experiment.   New toys, new position, and no role play but that didn’t mean there was any less spanking involved.   The round paddle had a deep thud on the foam side  I could feel each swat deep in my bottom.  I liked it a lot and the sound was wonderful.  The wooden side of it was thuddy and heavy but still different; it had a bit of sting but nothing major.   Then there was the Evil One – It fucking hurt and of course someone didn’t show me much mercy.   I didn’t get to get into a play head space because he kept soliciting feedback and was in mad scientist mode and not at all into playing Daddy.  Guess I was just the lucky girl who got picked to  be his lab rat.
 
 

A Surrender, Part 3 – Mistress returns

By request and due to their over all popularity part 3 of a female dominate series of stories for all you male subs, female tops and switches out there.Of course you can read the first 2 installments but just to bring you up to speed.

A very thoroughly spanked male sub waits naked and still in position from his last punishment for his Mistress to return and administer his next session of the evening.The promise of anything but another spanking on his red and bruised bottom would be a reprieve even if it includes more wicked little devices and cruel attention to his nether region.

Waiting his bared bottom still flushed and the dark shades of purple becoming more evident every few minutes he stood there.She had spanked him before but never as hard or as long as what he had just gotten.Two clamps on his balls left him some where between tortured and excited and the cold lube on the plug in his ass had warmed and only added to the sensations he was feeling.

The pain danced with pleasure as he took pride in how he had handled his punishment,but pride was a foolish thing for a slave, and especially foolish knowing that there was more to come.

Her foot steps on the stairs echoed.His throbbing bottom waiting for her in plain view as she entered the room, she drank it in and just couldn’t help herself.She walked over and patted it a few times, he tensed as even the slightest little smack sent new levels of pain coursing though his body.

“I see you stayed just like I left you.”Her mind still spinning in indecision, he waited for her hoping she wasn’t going to do what he was anticipating.

“But first we’ll start with just a little reminder, just so you don’t forget what you’ve already learned.”Her voice confirmed everything he feared and as the leather slapper met his bottom he fought through the sting “yes Mistress”.  She spanked every so lightly but it didn’t feel that way on the receiving end.Her cruel little reminder left him dancing and struggling to stay in place as she swatted one cheek and then the other slowly and deliberately with a sense of enjoyment and satisfaction.

Soon her interest waned and she removed the plug and clamps all but unannounced.“Kneel, and lick my boots”he stood and turned around to see her waiting in shiny black boots, a latex corset and panties matching panties.Seconds later all but threw himself at her feet just relieved that she was moving onto something else.

“Oh you didn’t think it was going to be that easy did you”she inquired

“No Mistress” he said pausing.

“Good now don’t miss a spot” as she danced a flogger across his back.Whipping him at will as he knelt at her feet.Every so often she was tempted to land it a little lower and as his back glowed a soft pink and red she reached further and place a hard stoke across his ass.He paused.She gave him another that sent him in to writhing misery.“who said you could stop pig.”She demanded, as she continued to abuse his bruised and tender bottom with her flogger.

“Please Mistress” he pleaded looking up at her.She was so arousing to him even now.

Knowing he was at his limit “Fine so maybe your poor little bottom has had enough for a while.Stand up”

He did so quickly.“I see you’re enjoying this so lets see how your hard little dick likes what you’ve just earned it.”She said grabbing him roughly by his manhood that was in fact was from small and instantly grew completely rigid with her touch.

“Trust me this won’t feel good for long” Stroking him, teasing him, and making certain he was enjoying it at least a little.Next she wrapped the thin rope over the base of his dick tightly, wrapping each of his balls until they were separated and bulging against each of the tight little loops of ropes making that made the restraints.

She then took a small leather strap in one hand and the base of his erection in the other.A soft slap across the top of his penis, and then another until she got to 10 each a little harder than the last.“now for the under side holding it up she whipped the underside of his dick’s head 10 times each strokes sending a mixture of pain and pleasure racing through his body.

“Now let’s add a little something to the fun” placing leather restraints around his wrists and ankles and fasting him tightly in place he stood waiting for her to begin again and she tortured his cock first the top side top and then bottom mercilessly whipping him with the strap paying particular attention to the fat mushroom shaped tip.Then a light but stinging beating with a wooden ruler covering the tip of his dick with extra care and precision that left him moaning and on the edge of an indescribable sensation, stopping ever so often to taunt him with long strokes of her hand, masturbating him to the point of pleasure but never too close to release and then inflicting more pain.

Clamping his nipples she added small weights drawing the pinch to a pulling bite, tugging and then letting them hang there pulling relentlessly against him. Reaching and squeezing and patting his still glowing bare ass and finally unbinding his cock and balls.

“Look your little balls feel neglected as she pulled out a latex flogger and began to address the neglect.He writhed in torment and she delighted not only in his suffering binding his still obvious erection to his torso to keep it stimulated and out of the waywhen she cupped his ball flogging first with a leather toy and then a wicked little latex implement with countless soft and thin strands stinging and going astray.He moaned and drew inside of himself as she continued.

Removing her black panties he watched as she revealed a cleanly shaved pussy that glistened with her arousal. Then releasing him he followed he across the room and placed his head between her legs sending a shudder through her soaked pussy as his tongue danced over her lips and in and out of her.

Taking him in hand and positioning him between her legs she tapped his abused little cock against her clit over and over again to the edge of her own second release and well into to it as he stood and watched his mistress cum.

“ Do you want to fuck me” she asked.

“Yes Mistress” His answer almost too eager.

“In time but not before I finish fucking you” Now standing in front of him she helped him to his knees and he looked on while his mistress placed he harness around her small waist and long toned legs.Reaching into the toy chest she removed a pink dildo that he had never seen before, it was longer and thicker than any they had ever played.Astonished as she strapped it on her intention was now perfectly clear as she moved towards him the size and girth becoming even more worrisome as she drew closer.

She stopped in front of where he was kneeling.Eagerly and hoping to avoid the alternative took it into his mouth as his lips stretched to swallow it.“Nice try but you know exactly where it’s going”As she stepped back and now behind him his red and purple bottom in the air waiting she eased the heavily lubed massive toy into him and back out again until a nice rhythm of her hips bouncing off his beat red ass had been established, adding the occasional hard spank to his punished bottom for added effect.

After thoroughly and savagely fucking his ass she mounted him and his raw dick fucking roughly until she came again and again, finally giving him permission to do the samehe did so almost instantly and forcefully from all the stimulation over the course of the evening.

“ left something outside the door could you get it for me?”

He answered and opened the door to find the switches she had cut earlier waiting for him.He carried them to her and bent back over the spanking bench.His heart sank again.“Oh I was just bringing those along for another time but if you really need another reminder I’d be happy to help.”The first one cut across his back side, every muscle in his body tensed and he fought to stay in position.She continued on with well placed strokes and long pauses, enjoying the sound of the implement swooshing through the air and then sending a crack out through the room as it landed.How he tensed and pleaded for it to be over yet he stayed in position and waited, waited for it to end, waited for her to apply another stinging swat . He waited to knowing that he would do anything else she wanted.

What she wanted was his fat sore cock inside of her…but that could wait just a few more minutes.

A Surrender, Part 2 – Later that night

By request and due to their over all popularity part 2 of afemale dominate series of stories for all you male subs, female tops and switches out there.This one crosses fromspanko to bdsm so like the character in the story…you’ve been warned.

After visiting for hours during what she considered to be a pleasant evening the time came to take their leave and quickly her role as guest and friend faded and once alone in the car she became his mistress instantly.But other than the change in her demeanor not much was said until after their garage door began to open and the car made its way into the drive way.

“Take care of any needs you’ll have since we’ll be there for a while and then meet me in “the room” Her voice matter of fact.As the garage door closed he scurried off quickly and relieved himself.Afterhurrying back through the house he descended the stairs to basement and found himself in the hallway that lead to as she matter of factly put it “the room”and no sooner than he entered it her gaze was waiting.He entered, stopped at her feet, kneeled down with his eyes cast to the floor and waited to be told what to do.

“Why are you here?” her inquiry directed at him.

“To serve you Mistress”his best submissive voice

“No to be punished and prove you’re not my worthless little slave” her voice harsh

“Yes Mistress” he looked up meekly with out lifting his head.

“We’ll begin again where we left off, with your pathetic little ass”Grabbing his arm and leading him to a bench that he knew all too well the meaning of.As he approached his already tenderbottom reminded him of earlier when he had been whipped with a belt and then she finished spanking his bare bottom with freshly cut switches.

Waiting for instructions he stood where she left him in front of a spanking bench that it was only a matter of time before she bent him over.

“lets see what should I used first.”Now toying with him he watched her go through an extensive collection of paddles one by one looking at each and deciding whether or not it would have the right effect.

“I think this one to start” as she pulled out a very stingy thing round wooden number that she knew always got is attention on a lily white ass so it should work quickly tonight on one that had already been thoroughly punished and then a wide thick leather number to follow up with.

“Are you ready to begin” she asked walking toward him an implement in each hand.

“Yes Mistress”

“Then you know what to do, strip and then I’ll help you into position”She watched as he removed every stitch of clothed lastly his boxers that covered a well marked and still lightly colored bottom.

Standing in front of the bench waiting, slightly aroused by what was about to happen.

“Ask me” she insisted.

“Mistress will you please punish me” he said, he hated to ask yet she loved to humiliate him and to hear him ask.

“How would you like to be punished” playing back knowing that she could twist any answer to be right or wrong.

“As you see fit Mistress”He answered.She smiled a pleased but wicked little smile.It seemed that he had learned something along the way but that wasn’t going to spare him a single lick tonight.

Her hand swatted his bottom sharply and he winced.Then she proceeded to bend him over to begin his spanking.Positioning him just, bent at the waist, legs spread she patted him firmly a few more times to be certain he was set perfectly and admiring in detail her earlier handiwork.Tracing the welts, studying a few small bruises on his waiting bare bottom she had every intention of torturing far more before moving onto other things.

He waited patiently on display as her hands caressed and patted, it was a mixture of teasing pleasure that was exiting him despite what was yet to come, a remaindered of the earlier session and a seemingly eternal wait for her to begin again.

“Time for your paddling” she said stepping back and picking up the thin wooden ping pong paddle.Crack, the sound of it impacting his back side filled the room and the sting of the first swat alone brought back the sensations that had faded sine his earlier discipline.After two more in the exact same spot she switched sides swatting the same spot crisply three times and then launched an attacked on his all ready tomented ass that left his butt stinging like a swarm of bees and him dancing in place over the spanking bench, cheeks clenched to lessen the sting and hand clenched to hold himself in place.

She was relentless and after every inch of his bottom was covered in fresh spanks she began again until he was a glowing shade of crimson.Finally pausing.

“Now that you’re warmed up a little let’s make sure that you understand what I’m going to do to you”She said

“yes mistress”The leather paddle came down hard across his sit spot on both cheeks after he answered.

“I’m going to finish beating your naughty bottom” she paused

“Yes mistress” another swat harder than the last set his backside even more ablaze

“Yes Mistress what?” He saw where this was going, as the full effect of the last one settled in.

“Yes Mistress you’re going to finish beating my naughty bottom”Another crack filled the room.

“That’s right and how did you say that I should punish you”she asked paddling him again.He paused to collect his breath but it took too long in her mind and she swatted him again.

“ I asked you to punish me as you see fit.Mistress” he answered. She was bored and was done toying with him.

And swatted him again, as that one set in she gave him another, and then another until 10 hard swats each with an long drawn out pause.He heard he heels on the concrete as she walked away.The sound of the toy closet opening was unmistakable and moment latter she returned with a 4 in wide wooden paddle.

“Count them” She ordered as he tensed not knowing what was coming.The first one made it obvious.

He gasped, and called out “One Mistress”

“the number will be fine for this part but if you move we start over at one” She reassured him and before he could answer then next swat arrived on his bottom that had already been taken from tender to sore and was well on it’s way past red to a lasting deep shade of excruciating purple.

“Two” he called out after winging and shifting about ever so slightly

“Three” he said forcing the breath from his lungs and hoping it would stop soon

The fourth he called out after a short rest and it had landed on his sit spot yet again fulfilling her earlier promise that he would want to spend the next week trying to stand.

Five, six, seven, and eight each left him counting the number and on the edge of begging for her mercy, pleading with her not to stop but to move on to something else.He resisted and did his best as she finished his spanking with another harsh smack as he called out 12 nearly under his breath.

“now I’m almost done with your naughty ass but not with the rest of you”Her tone making it all to clear his ordeal was far from over.

At first it was cold, and wet but he resisted the urge to fight and held on as his butt was plugged without warning with a small toy and an inordinate amount of lube.Next still bent over his backside not only thoroughly abused but now filled she moved onto his balls placing two small clamps on them.

“There that should give you something to think about” she said her hand smacking his fiery hot bottom a few times for good measure.She delighted as how he struggled to obey and took all of the pain she inflicted o willingly but what pleased her most was feeling him surrender in those last few spanks to what ever she truly wanted as he collapsed on to the bench in earnest.

“now I know that you know no to move, those clamps and that plug had better still be in place when I return.”She said sitting the wooden paddle on his back as a reminder.

“Yes Mistress” his voice accepting that the night had only just begun

His Mistress took her leave her heels clicked across the concrete and up the stairs as he remained in position, raw, bruised and spread by her toy that filled him, and two new devices pinching his balls. He was left wondering what was next and how much more there was to come.

A Surrender, Part 1 The beginning

By request and due to their over all popularity another female dominate series of stories for all you male subs, female tops and switches out there.This one crosses from spanko to bdsm so like the character in the story…you’ve been warned.

There was no doubt he was going to be punished it was something that he had earned in his mistress’s eyes.At times he craved the attention, the release and the surrender to every wicked little whim and desire, now was one of those times as he played mischievously disobeying instructions and lessons that had long ago been learned.It was the little things that he knew got to her. They were things no one else would even notice or think twice about.But she certainly did and the look before she even opened her mouth said it all.

You’ve been warned” she whispered to him.He knew what that meant and then turning to her hosts and friends a few minutes later.

“If you’ll excuse us for a few minutes we have some things to attend to and a few errands to run if you don’t mind.”This was news to him but as pleasantries and assurances that they’d be back shortly were exchanged, she headed for the door and he followed.

As the car door closed and the engine started her pleasant tone changed now that they were alone.“I am going to beat your little ass so red you’ll spend the rest of the evening standing and the remainder of the week trying not to sit down”

He knew she was serious but surely they weren’t going to drive 45 minutes across town to home.Sitting silently she drove a little further out, pulled down a few back roads and with nothing in sight but country side and hills stopped the car 5 minutes from where they had just been.

“Get out and follow me”she lead him though a patch of trees and evergreens, surveyed the surroundings, listened to make sure nothing seemed to be with in earshot, and instructed him.“Give me your belt and a bare bottom right now or it will only be worse!”He knew she wasn’t playing and with a swift motion his belt was unbuckled, out of the loops and placed in her hand.Almost as quickly as she folded it in half his pants were lowered and he began to bend over.

Nothing was said. He settled into position and the few seconds that did pass seemed like an eternity before she laid that first biting smack that swooshed through the air onto his backside.She whipped the thick brown leather belt with relentless precision and a no nonsense pace across his bare ass over and over, turning his white cheeks to a fiery stinging red almost instantly.

He struggled to stay in position hands on his knees and bottom pushed outward towards her as the speed and intensity continued on.Each stroke stinging more than the last, the pain grew even more intensely building upon itself as the punishment continued on for nearly 5 minutes.

She spoke, the pause was welcomed.“I hope you know this is just the beginning of what you’re going to suffer for your behavior.”

“Yes Mistress” he answered not knowing at all what she had planned.

Five more lashes with the belt to refresh his memory left him uncertain.

“Don’t you dare move.”

He didn’t as he heard her footsteps move away from him.He could hear her off in the distance.Not sure if she had returned to the car, or wanted a few minutes to collect herself.But suddenly he could hear her approaching again.

I’ve decided to make the most of our little start and finish this part of your punishment with something new.He heard it cut through the air, and cut it would as she swung the switches she had collected so he could hear them before being beat with them.

The first bit into his already sore bottom with an searing intensity.Each of the strokes made her displeasure more apparent.There was nothing but the sound of the implement going though the air and then impacting his backside with intention and force.Marks from the branches began to rise and she had just started.After breaking position ever so slightly his admonishment was “Oh so you still haven’t learned to obey, Maybe something thicker will help your naughty ass learn to stay in place.

Pausing only long enough to pick up another more menacing and painful stick and beginning again by more marks over his red bottom that had been more than covered with welts on top of growing welts from the back top of his thighs, to the core of his now exhausted and pain filled being through a thoroughly disciplined butt.

“That should make you a good boy for the rest of our outing.But don’t forget you still have more coming when we get home later.” She said stopping to look at her work in a dark crimson, her long nails tracing the lines across his bottom.He waiting and she swatted him with her hand, almost playfully.

Wincing and tensing again she took the opportunity to place a few firm hand spank on his hot cheeks. “ Not stand up”He did, pants still around his ankles waiting to be told he could get dressed again.

She looked at him.

“Thank you Mistress for correcting me.I am sorry I disappointed you.” He offered.

“No you’re not, you wanted punished.So just you wait.”

Moments later he was allowed to redress and found himself sitting gingerly in the car riding back to her friends.

True to her word, he wanted to stand but being wicked she asked him to sit next to her on a wooden bench.The evening wore on and all the while he wondered what else she had in store when they got home.

Through the Walls

It’s been a while since I’ve penned a pure spanko story so here it goes.  I got the idea while out on a run yesterday through a new neighborhood a few down from mine. Tradesman talked and hammered inside a newly constructed home I was passing.  The homes were so close, perhaps 12 feet apart it made me wonder what else could be heard through the walls. Is it still called voyeurism if you can only hear it and not see it or is it simply eavesdropping?   

 

 

 

It was an unseasonably warm Saturday afternoon and John decided to spend a little time outside, just puttering mostly with this and with that but nothing in particular.  After all there weren’t many warm sunny days in the middle of winter and even though the holiday decorations had been long since put away still the tepid breeze gave the illusion that spring time might be just around the corner if not already upon him.

Winter was an odd time and the normally bustling neighborhood became dormant, no one out chatting on the side walk.  No kids in the streets, BBQ’s, over the fence conversations, or hours spent in the sun tending to lawns and gardens in a endless battle against nature and man to have the best coiffed patch of suburbia.

Every one pretty much knew everyone else but winter was reduced to waving from cars and even the dogs ran back in when let out as quickly as possible to avoid the cold.  There was one exception, John’s new neighbors who moved in late last fall just as the weather turned.  Sure he had done the neighborly thing and introduced himself but shortly after that the first cold snap started.  Standing at the back corned of the house puttering with the down spout he heard a faint crack come from his new neighbors’ house.

Thinking nothing of it he continued to while away his time.  Dressed in her little school girl out fit complete with scuffed shoes and a wrinkled un-tucked blouse and an indecently short plaid skirt that didn’t even completely cover her panties Lisa made her way to the living room and the closed shades tightly.  Passing past the table that loomed ominously in the center of the dining room she peeked out into the yard and saw John by the back corner of the house.  Fortunately he didn’t see her as she drew the thick drapes and sheers so tightly that the light of day had vanished leaving the room in an odd dark state for a moment.

John still unaware in his quiet suburban Hamlet tending to the things he perhaps loved but certainly occupied his time with.  Other things were a foot and had yet to start in earnest when he heard Dave’s voice stern and slightly elevated through the wall “You had better get your nose in that corner young lady”  the chandelier now ablaze  compensating more than adequately for the eclipsed sun.

John knew what he thought he heard.  When the thought dawned on him that he knew for a fact that Dave and Lisa didn’t have any children. Perhaps his old ears were not what they once were.  Still he lingered near the back corner his house, not really knowing why, then again he was out side puttering just to putter so why not stay where he was and fix the edging, think about the upcoming planting.

Lisa at that very moment was just inside her home’s walls was pressing her nose and perky little chest into the corner that 5 feet or so on the other side of the same corner her unsuspecting neighbor studied his landscaping. Dave was opening the Armoire and the squeak of the hinges made Lisa’s heart jump as she began to worry about exactly what her was moving from it. She could hear him placing an assortment of things on the buffet.

“Stick that little ass out”  Dave instructed walking towards her.  Crack, his hand landed on one cheek and then the other.  Then a few more, John’s ears perked up.  And Dave’s voice rang through clear as a bell.  “I’m going to beat that little ass of yours bright red.  Do you understand?”

Lisa answered even more clearly, “Yes sir”.  He smacked each of her cheeks soundly with his hand a few more times just to let a little sting start to build.  John was certain of what he was hearing. He inched away from his garden and toward their walls, he couldn’t believe his ears.

“Now say it”  Dave asked.

Lisa, still with her nose and tits pressed in the cornered and her cheeks the slightest shade of pink under her panties pleaded playfully.  “Don’t make me ask.”

Dave’s eyes narrowed “I asked you to say it. Don’t make me ask again” Pausing, picking up a leather paddle and cracking it just hard enough on his own leg to get her attention.

Lisa still playing “Can’t you just do it.  I don’t want to say it.”

Dave grabbed her by the waist pulling her bottom out ward immediately after she finished and landed the long leather paddle across her in quick succession five times.

“So you want to be defiant today young lady!” He added as he paused.

John listening intently still couldn’t believe his ears, he forgot that it was a warm winter day with the sun on his face.  He forgot that he was holding a flat spade to fix his edging and in drinking the sounds of his new neighbors forgot that a few seconds earlier he was worried about one of their welfare when he heard Lisa giggle.

“of course, That’s half the fun.” She added in a tone that he at first wasn’t certain of. And then after hearing five more cracks of the paddle.

“Well?” Dave asked

Lisa off balance, still more or less tucked into the corner, hands out against the wall with her stinging butt pulled out toward the room giggled.  Dave waited and then swatted her again, she laughed and then once more the paddle cried out “CRACK” as it landed over the shirt tails, skirt and panties.

“Fine” she put on her playful pouty little voice “I’ll say it, you know that I hate when you make me say it”.  John focusing waiting with great anticipation to hear what she said as Lisa looked back at Dave and with a grin “I’m ready for you to spank me!”

Dave replied “why?”

No sooner than the words sank into John’s head, making certain that he was hearing what her thought he was hearing wondering what he should do, notify the authorities, ring the door bell to see if she’s alright but just then she added quite loudly, dropping the pout “Because I love it, I want you to bend me over, pull down my panties, and spank my naughty bare ass bright red.”  Her arousal growing as the words escaped her lips.

“Oh so you want to be spanked?”  Dave inquired?

“Yes, do you know how I want it?” she toyed back now pressed into the corner.  John drifting ever closed to his neighbor’s walls to make certain he didn’t miss a word.  Had he moved that way much more his ear might have been pressed against their wall barely inches from her nose.

“Bend over the table” Dave said leading her to the table and positioning her bottom in plain view her crest pressed into the surface arms reaching out to grab the edges.  John imagined the scene in his own way, slightly different but with the same end result.

Dave lifted her skirt, and patted her playfully.

“Not over them”  She said “Pull them down and spank my bare bottom” Wiggling her slightly pink cheeks at him and he lowered them and applied a wooden spoon covering every inch of her bottom.  John listened to each and every rapid fire sound and delighted murmur still imagining what was going on and not knowing exactly was killing him.

“How’s that young lady?” Dave asked.

“A nice warm up,  I’m sure I’m getting red.” She said loudly so Dave just played along answering in a tone that was crescendo as well. “So have you learned your lesson?”

“Not hardly spank me more, and harder, make it sting and throb” Lisa had never been shy with words but this was more talk than either was use to.  Was she topping from the bottom Dave wondered picking up the infamous CB paddle.

The first swat got her attention, and each subsequent one landed in a well spaced and firm handed approach that left her dancing in place and very much feeling the sting she had been longing for.

The pleas to stop began at first playfully “No more, I’ll be good” and “I’ve been spanked enough” but he figured she’d asked for it and not wanting to be one to disappoint was going to make absolutely certain that she had her fill.  Each smack felt like a swarm of bees, each pause the possible end both a longed for and hated part of play simultaneously.

Finally pausing to rest more from his own fatigue admiring her crimson and glowing cheeks.  “How red is it?”  she asked.  Acknowledging the shade her bottom had become with a pause and Lisa took the opportunity to jump in.  “Well I guess you’ll have to wait until this time next Saturday to give me the belt.” She offered he tone still elevated.

Dave just played along wondering if a few hard strokes of the belt right now might be a good idea but the thought faded quickly “but right now you can take me upstairs and finish off my bottom while you fuck me”  She stood up a daring move but Dave let it go since he was about to get his reward for playing with her.

Later as they left the house John was in the front yard still working. Lisa couldn’t resist the temptation of going over to simply say hi.  He wondered how her punished bottom looked under the jeans.  Dave joined her shortly there after and after a few niceties,  swatted her butt playfully and insisted they go.

John blushed, and Lisa flashed a devilish little smile offering “yeah we do pretty much the same thing every Saturday but I can’t wait until summer, when it’s really hot.”

John stood there with his tool covering his growing tool and as Lisa and Dave drove up the street she finally informed him about the neighbor listening in.

He got it now and understood the entire scene so much better  “Well you’ve always loved that.  Next time whether he’s there or not we’ll really give him something to listen to you little brat.”

“Oh he’ll be there” she offered already looking forward to the following week, this time she wouldn’t be the one calling the shots, it would be his turn and the play was always so much better that way.

No Pleasure

BE ADVISED This story depicts consensual F/M Spanking play and fantasies and is intended for adult audiences.

That said the last of 3 Fem Dom pieces I’d penned and originally posted elsewhere. If you’re not into such things skip it, if you are enjoy. Will I write more if the mood strikes me, the right idea hits or some wicked friend of mine asks.

A story of masturbation, embarrassment, and finally a sound spanking. It turned out a bit long.

“and I assure you mister you will not enjoy this one bit.” She stated as he was sent upstairs to stand in the corner and get ready for his spanking. Thinking to himself that he has yet not been able to take at least some pleasure every time she put some heat into his backside. He loved the surrender, the sensations, and it turned him on. It always turned him on and this was no different than every other time.
Standing in the corner waiting with an excited sense of anticipation and a growing arousal that spiked as he heard her enter. “ Come over here” turning to see her standing next to a chair at the end of the bed he hurried over finding a hair brush, and a small round wooden paddle laid out. “Strip” she said.
A new twist, normally she would sit and lower his pants and underwear right before he went across her lap. It turned him on even more. As he laid his clothes on the dresser and stood before her naked and fully aroused.
“Now” she said making sure his eyes were focused on hers, holding his gaze. “I told you, you weren’t going to get any pleasure out of this didn’t I?”
Still wondering how she was going to do that “Yes”
“And do you understand that?”
His pause gave her just the opportunity she was looking for “You’re not going to get to fuck me afterward, you’ve been a bad boy.” Nodding in understanding, this wasn’t the first time it wasn’t a play session.
“and this time you’re not going to want to jerk off afterward.” It was the first thing she said that made him pause, he was certain she knew but was stunned at the frankness of the comment.
“oh you didn’t think I knew what you were doing after I was done with you, As you stood up with that hard on of yours then sneaking off to finish getting dressed.” Starting to blush his mind racing but still convinced no matter how hard she beat his butt that soon after he would find pleasure in it and be back to his old tricks.
“Here” handing him a small towel “you will stand here and jerk off before you get disciplined. And I’m going to watch.” He started moving toward the dresser. “No lube hand to skin only.” Although embarrassed and never having made himself cum with anyone watching before he started stroking himself, exploding quickly into the towel. She had never humiliated him like that. He was ordered back to the corner.
Ten minutes later she returned and stood next to the chair. She led him to the chair and bent him over. Smack, a wooden spoon landed on one cheek, and then the other. After each began to sting she paused. Normally he was taken otk and not bent over. “stand up” and he obeyed. Taking his cock in her hand it was half aroused and sprung fully to life again. “I see you’re still enjoying this. I think you know what to do”. Handing him the towel. His hand back onto his member and began stroking it, the head grew sore as he worked himself to another orgasm a few minutes later. After his release as he finished wiping himself off now thought it was time and prepared himself for the next part.
“who said you were done?” she said coldly. “Keep pulling on that little cock of yours until I tell you other wise.” His erection fading from his last orgasm he tried and tried to work himself hard again, changing his stroke, changing his fantasies but it took time as he stood there with her watching as he struggled to keep a half hearted erection up, his dick was getting sore, it ached and the skin was beyond tender and starting to chaff severely. Finally coming, squeezing barely a few drops out before being sent back to the corner.
A short eternity passed as he stood there, wondering what was next but soon was summoned to her side and again was bent over the chair. The wooden spoon applied to his almost still white cheeks just as before and she stood him up again checking to see if he was turned on. Not this time, at least not yet. Bent back over she spanked him fast and hard as the spoon stung with each smack all too close to the last eventually covering his entire bottom. His cheeks glowing and the sensation building she paused and stood him up to find him not nearly as limp as she would have liked and took him in her hand again. Stroking him slowly he hardened slightly again. In the last hour he had been made to cum three times. He always came at least twice in a few hours after a session so the third wasn’t all that much of a stretch.
“still enjoying the though of me beating your butt soundly I see.” Her hand still working him, he want to not be turned on but her voice, her and what he knew was still to happen was too much and she took his hand in hers placed it on him and stated “Again” sitting to watch as he started to fade, she fondled his balls “ You are going to wish you ass was as sore as that raw little cock of yours when I’m done with you.” His pace quickened and he struggled in his mind to find another release and she patted him on his ass as he came. “see I knew you had it in you. Keep going don’t you dare stop.” But with the last one a massive release almost as intense as the first. He couldn’t keep himself hard, she even took him in her hand and her mouth for a moment but he stayed limp and too soon and sore to begin again.
Satisfied he was now taken across her lap and she hand spanked him until every spot was pink and shading toward red. He laid obediently across her lap. She reached for the hair brush and began to put its thick surface to work on him, slapping away mercilessly until he felt it in a way he had never done before. The pain went from a sting and thug to a burning the wouldn’t stop, in part because she was still peppering him with spanks, now at a pace that was slowed so that each one could be felt as she applied more force to them making certain that his discomfort was not only growing but intensifying. It always hurt but this time she made certain that he would remember not only what happened leading up to the trip across her lap but the spanking itself with perhaps more than a delayed sense of arousal for quite some time.
He began to struggle and she held him in place, he tried to reach back. “so you want it on you hand too?” She asked as the brush cracked his ass even harder and suddenly faster. “Fine Stand Up!” And he did quickly “hold out you hands.” She noticed he was still not turned on, perhaps this wasn’t any fun for him, just what she had intended. And placed five with the spoon on each palm. “ Don’t reach back again. or next time you’ll get 10 on each hand like I mean it. Now bend back over that chair and stay there” She positioned him until he was just right, giving an occasion smack with her hand. Finally pleased with his position and taking notice of his already bruised bottom glowing a deep red around the purple splotches.
The first one with the wooden paddle got his attention, and each of the others as he struggled to stay still and just take his beating but hew winced and eventually began to move a little never letting go and never standing up but shifting from side to side and bending his knees. She reveled in knowing that it was getting to him and continued on. Each firm swat sent a loud sharp crack from its searing impact through the room. It was building up so much he wasn’t sure how much more he could take or what was coming next. His bottom fully marked and varying shades of red and growing purple as the wooden paddle continued to be applied to his sit spot for emphasis. He would have those as a reminder for a few days or longer afterward.
She stopped. He stayed in position bracing for the next one, it didn’t come. Still he didn’t move, he didn’t dare knowing that it would get him penalty strokes and he had had more than enough a while ago. “You can stand up.” She offered. He slowly stood, ass still burning and throbbing, admiring her work walked up and squeezed it. He winced and clenched his cheeks and she squeezed harder and added her other hand to the side that had previously been neglected. Soon after she reached around taking his dick in her hand, unlike usual after a spanking it wasn’t hard, it was only in her mind mildly inflated as her hand tugged on his sore member it began to swell ever so slightly.
“That’s not fair.” He complained all too aware of what was going on in the palm of her hand.
“and just when I thought you didn’t enjoy what you received.” Her voice wicked and playful, her strokes becoming rougher as she pulled on him it hurt but he continued to grow. Playing with his balls and then touching his warm ass, slapping at it. “Here you know what to do.” She said, his heart sank his bottom still ablaze and each stroke hurting more than the last, he had never been so raw but as he thought to himself or so well spanked reliving the session as he brought himself closer to another agonizing orgasm. After he was done she milked every last drop out with her hands running them with a firm grip from his ball to the head over and over until dry.
“Still enjoying this?” She asked.
“No, not at all. It really hurt.” He said almost sharply.
“I told you wouldn’t get any pleasure out of this and I meant it.”
He just looked at her waiting to be told it was over.
“Get into position with you hands on the wall.” It wasn’t over, he paused, he wanted it to be but it wasn’t. “It’s not my fault, it wasn’t the spanking that turned me on. It was you. And your hands.” She just laughed “but it’s not fair” he continued. She added to the end of his words. “ I told you what position to get in I’m going to get your braided belt.”
He got into position and took each of the 20 well spaced strokes. Each had just begun to fade as the next was applied. She was right at the end of it all he had gotten no pleasure from any of it and he had never been so sore for so long.

Six Swats for Her

“Men are so much like little kids” She thought to herself when he first tore open the box that had arrived that day. It had the look of so many other boxes that had arrived over the years, plain brown paper, nondescript company name and return address. There wasn’t a doubt that it was something of an “adult nature”. Boxes like this showed up at least a few time a month. The only thing that seemed slightly out of the ordinary, although it didn’t dawn on her until her tore it open was the length of the box. No sooner than the top flaps were open did it dawn on her that this wasn’t a new dildo or vibe, it was another paddle.
“Some men collect Guns, some cars but mine he collects sex toys and paddles.” The tone in her voice dull, she just wasn’t in the mood to play, anything short of a truck load of cash would have received the same jaded response that night. Undaunted he replied “Yes but unlike guns and cars they’re for you and they all get used.” His hands fished through the packing peanuts as he spoke and located his latest purchase, pulling it triumphantly from the box like he had just magically freed Excalibur from the stone.
Her eyes widened, it was not another hair brush, or even a bath brush sized toy She was expecting and in a way hoping he pulled out a leather a leather paddle, maybe even one that was a little wider than the ones already in their collection. She stared as he pulled out a long and wide a wooden paddle that looked like it meant business and nothing but business.
Her mind raced as to why he would have bought such a thing, the first thought was solely on a whim, after all most of their collection was bought on a whim because something caught their eye or piqued their interest. The she began questioning in her own mind if she had done something, anything that might have earned her a punishment spanking. Nothing horrific came to mind, she got a few spanks last week just because and not as part of erotic play. Anything serious had already been dealt with admittedly more playfully than not.
The direct route is most often the best so after a few seconds of awe she asked “what is that for?” He was already standing swinging it playfully through the air and getting the feel of it. “It’s for bad school girls; of course.” Then it all came rushing back the discussion of school paddling he had received and the ones she heard about growing up. Why did she say it; “I’ve always wondered what it was like to be paddled at school.” If that wasn’t an invitation nothing was, but at the time it seemed like nothing more than a passing harmless comment.
She tried to quickly get dinner on the table and she wasn’t about to ask him to help. “have you been a good girl?” He asked. There was no right answer to this one but he let her off the hook by stating. “ You know the worst part about school paddling?”
She shot back “yeah the bruised butts that tree will cause.”
He laughed. “Maybe? But knowing you have it coming and having to go to the office and schedule a time to go get your butt beat like we did in school. The worst part was the waiting”
She knew exactly where this was going, she might not have liked it but got herself into. “After we finish you’ll need to go see the principal and discuss your upcoming punishment.”
She ate quickly, he went at his regular pace, not slow but not quick enough for her. He helped clear the table and do the dishes just like there wasn’t this event hanging over her, he babbled on about his day.
She was almost speechless. She couldn’t believe it she was actually getting nervous, not just excited and a little trepidation like all the other times she had been put across his lap or bent over whatever was nearby but truly nervous, like she imagined she would have been if she had ever been sent to the office in school.
After all was said and done he wondered off to the den, leaving the new paddle in plain sight on the kitchen table. Shortly there after there was a knock at the door way.
“Come in” His voice so unassuming like he didn’t know who was knocking or why.
“Excuse me sir” She said falling onto her role in the event.  He looked up.
“I hope you are running an errand and haven’t been sent here because of another behavior issue.”
She blushed at his words. “Actually sir I have.”
“I see. You’ve been told what would happen if you ended up in this office again.”
Looking at her feet, his eyes meeting hers as she glanced up. “Yes sir” She paused knowing he was going to make her say it “ I would get swats” Her stomach in knots, her knees weak, he hadn’t said hardly anything and she was a wreck. Her mind exploring the horrors his new wooden implement would do to her tender bottom.
“Exactly right and when would you like to come back for your swats?” He asked cruelly knowing she was uncomfortable.
“I would like to take them now” She offered.
“Not at all possible, I have other things scheduled that YOU are making me late for.”
She stood silently “Fine since you don’t have a preference you can show up after the final bell at 2:30 tomorrow and get your swats before you go to detention to think about why you don’t want to be sent to me again.”
She thanked him for setting the time and left the room more nervous than when she had arrived. Not sure what he meant by “detention” but quite certain how long the scene would continue afterward. In a way it still excited her, wiggling her bottom at the thought through out the night of being at his mercy, not quite certain what to expect.
She woke the next morning and as she dressed she looked at her thickest sweat pants not an uncommon choice for laying around the house in on a lazy weekend day but chose Jeans knowing that if she tempted him he might not send her to change but put wood directly to her bare bottom, the thought truly frightened her.
She picked a t-shirt just like she would have when she was in school and as she looked at her panties she picked out a pair that covered her fully and she contemplated putting on a few extra pairs or maybe even a dozen to take some of the sting out. As she played the possibility of him noticing or dropping her jeans and discovering the “padding” would end badly for her much worse than id she just took her discipline as intended.
It was a trick she had used before. Thinking back to the time she had been caught wearing and extra pair of pants for a spanking as a kid, it earned her the only bare bottom spanking of her childhood and it was administered immediately and was twice as long as the one she had gotten before being discovered.
Around 2 she drifted off to her own room, she knew she was going to get it and couldn’t think of anything else. Trying to get it over with she showed up in the den five minutes early.
Shyly knocking and then sheepishly entering the room. “have a seat” he instructed her pointing to a wooden kitchen chair he brought into the room. At 2:30 an alarm went off and her heart dropped and stomach turned.
“Please stand up” he instructed her as he walked over to the corner and picked up the paddle. “Today you will be getting six swats. They will be administered full force over your jeans”
Full force she thought, how hard could full force be? This was not going to be fun it was going to be handled as punishment, just like it would have been at school.
“If you stand up or take you hands off the desk you’ll get more until you learn to stay in position. Understand?”
“Yes sir” she agreed as she made her way to the desk and bent over, hands on the top her bottom pushed out.
She stood for what seemed like forever second passed so slowly that they felt like hours. “Are you ready for your beating?” he asked.
“Yes.” She said weakly nodding. Tapping the paddle on her to direct his aim he drew it back and brought it down causing a loud crack that rang through the room and sent a searing pain into her back side.
He aligned his aim again at exactly the same spot he had just punished, drew his arm back and the second one stuck her already throbbing ass with even more force. She fought the urge to reach back.
The third seared the same spot again, she didn’t plan of sitting at all the rest of the weekend, a small scream entering her throat and escaping her mouth. “halfway there” he said reminding her how much more was to come.
He paused before the fourth, bent over with her ass throbbing he patted her with the paddle, even the taps got her attention, the fourth, she heard the crack of the wood against her backside fill the room. She looked back at him. Hoping for mercy when he saw her face.
“Two more” he said coldly the making the fifth register as the worst so far, her knees buckled and she wanted to cry, a tear welled up and her lips quivered no sooner than she pushed her bottom back towards him the searing pain of the final swat filled the room.
She was filled with relief that it was over, and that she had never been paddled at school. Awash in a mixture of emotions, she was told to stand.
“Before you go to detention drop you pants and lets have a look” he said breaking character. She dropped them quickly jeans and panties in one motion and suddenly eternally grateful she hadn’t tried to lessen the sting with extra undergarments.
He snapped pictures of her, the bruises just starting to show through the fiery red skin, more would be taken later but next she was set on the wooden “detention chair” which only emphasized the effect of the swats and her sore bottom even more. Snapping into character again. He said. “I’m off to call your parents that you’ve been disciplined and will remain in detention a while longer”.
She realized that she was going to get spanked by him again a little later when she “got home” but at least it wouldn’t be with that tree he just used on her.

An all day affair

BE ADVISED This story depicts consensual F/M Spanking play and fantasies and is intended for adult audiences. 

 

For my regular readers this is an older piece originally posted elsewhere. And the 2nd of 3 Fem Dom pieces.  If you’re not into such things skip it, if you are enjoy.

 

 

 

There is a strong sexual theme mixed in with the spankings.

 

 

It started out like most Saturday’s Joe woke up earlier than Mary and headed off to the gym while she slept soundly.  Nothing unusual 60 minutes of cardio and then he lifted for a bit before heading home.   Their lean toned bodies were usually enjoyed by each other by each other through out the week but Saturday there was a day filled with erotic possibilities and at least one spanking as foreplay if there wasn’t a discipline one to be given that day.  There had been days when each of them paddled each other for various misdeeds but most often they alternated with one topping one week and the other the next purely for erotic play.

 

As he stood in the large glass enclosed shower Joe was particularly horny it had been since the following weekend since they had been intimate and as he washed he began to fondle himself. Watching as he went from washing to playing with himself then back to washing.  “so I see you’re not to tired now!”  His hand freezing in its place mid stroke.  It wasn’t like she hadn’t longed for him through out the week but he was too tired, falling asleep with seeming little or no interest in her needs.

 

Embarrassed that he had been more or less caught in the act mumbled a nearly incoherent response about washing as she approached.  “You better stop that right now, finish your shower and come see me in the bedroom after you’ve dried off.”  Reaching in and stroking him. 

 

Thinking to himself oh how he loved Saturdays typically a day of listless gratification and amazing sex.  Wrapped in a towel his muscular body and cleanly shaven face and balls made their way into the bedroom.  Perhaps he had misunderstood he thought as he entered since she was fully dressed.  Tight jeans, casual heels and curve hugging blouse straining against her large breasts.  She was decked out in her casual sexy best and not sprawled across the bed waiting for him. 

 

Meeting him halfway across the room she walked up and kissed him then reaching behind him patted his bottom.  “Are you ready?”  She asked rubbing his hardening cock through his towel she continued “for today’s sexual adventure” he agreed and after the towel found it’s way to the floor he was led toward the bed gently by his erect midsection.  

 

“Over the corner of the bed you bad boy.”  She instructed pulling off his towel and watching his naked body lay itself over the edge of the bed.  She knew how turned on he got, he knew what was coming and what typically followed. 

 

“I said the corned not the edge.”  She corrected him and he scooted into the position she asked for.  He had never been put over the corner of the bed his knees bent one across the end the other up the side of the mattress, his bottom spread wide with his belly firmly placed on the bed.   “Almost right” she said playfully guiding his hips into the air and back off the edge then reaching for his hard cock and placing it so it was pointed downward.  He was only getting harder with the excitement of the new position and the guiding touch of her hand.

 

“I’m going to spank your bottom” she began her lecture he drank in the words.   “you have been very very bad today” caressing his exposed bottom with her long French manicured nails.  “and if I catch you touching yourself that way again today…” her voice trailing off as he fingers traced up his thighs, cupping his balls in her hand she leaned into him “it will be the wooden paddle with holes in it over the dining room table for you.”  He understood that meant a hard paddling not blushing pinkish red cheeks from playful one. 

 

She began lightly smacking his firm white ass, working it from top to bottom and side to side.  It tingled and began to sting every so slightly and after several minutes of light playful smacks taunting spanks and the continued lecture about how she had needed him especially last nigh she again began to tease his cock a finger pressing small circles into the underside of its head as he began to lose himself in the sensation she stopped and began to pepper his bottom with far more intensity than before as it turned from a slightly less than white shade to a gentle pink as it started to redden.  His arousal obvious for anyone to see hers far more hidden in both her demeanor and inside the denim she was wearing.  She sat on the edge of the bed as he stood up and again took him in her hand. 

 

“so your punishment for jacking off and ignoring me will be this”  she stopped stroking him. “get dressed but to save time today don’t wear any underwear.”  And with that she stood and headed out of the room “I’ll see you downstairs and remember you had better not touch yourself.” 

 

He was filled with lust, never before had she teased him like that during a spanking and she had never teased him to the point of full arousal only to leave him standing there naked, erect, and red bottomed unfulfilled.

 

After dressing he found her sitting in the den watching TV.  As he past the door heading to the kitchen “ Breakfast is in here, coffee and all.”  She called out to him causing him to abandon his planned route and join her.  Quickly spotting the food and more importantly the beverage at the far end of the couch he made a B line for it.  Reaching out and taking his hand as he past.  “was my bad boy well behaved while he got dressed?”  “Of course” he said coolly.

 

She again began to stroke him and immediately he was as aroused as 10 minutes ago she was convinced that at least he had listened to her.  Undoing his pants she continued to toy with him as they fell open.  She worked magic on him as he began feel far off in the distance the potential for an orgasm.  “but you were a bad boy.”  Continuing to stroke him he glanced at her opening his beautiful eyes murmuring in pleasure.  Fighting back her own lust and needs “and bad boys don’t deserve this now drop those pants and get across my lap.” 

 

Not fighting or resisting he let he jeans fall to the floor and placed himself across her knee she picked up his spanking where it had stopped just a few minutes earlier.  Smack, smack, smack her hands landing crisply on his already shaded bottom until he began to wiggle and squirm.  Firm solid spanks well spaced covered his backside and then a few more hard ones before she went back to alternating between teasing his balls and tracing her nails over his now well warmed glowing bottom. 

 

“Stand Up”  she said firmly and as he stood obediently next to the lap he had just been across she toyed with his cock yet again as she lectured him. “You ignored me all week and then I find you beating off in the bathroom.”   Again she held him in her hand long firm stokes the length of his cock as he stood there with is stinging bottom just wanting to ravage her right there and then.  Coffee could always be reheated.  She pulled up his pants and he leaned in to kiss her, not just lovingly but passionately.  “This isn’t going any where.  Do I need to put you back across my lap already?”  Knowing she wasn’t kidding and she wasn’t going to give in he ate his breakfast and gulped down his coffee while sitting at her side, they stared at the TV, talking just like always, real conversation mixed with casual sexual banter.   

 

By early afternoon the couple readied themselves to go out and take care of the things that needed done.  Drop a few things in the mail box, pick up a few things for dinner and a bottle of wine for later.   Gathering his keys she met him at the front door blocking it with all her sensuous beauty before he could open it she finally returned the passionate intention of his earlier kiss.  He knew eventually she would melt her lust got the better of her as often as his did.  Heavy petting and heated grouping of lovers all too familiar with what got the other’s engine running.  Her back against the door, hands massaging his backside and patting it playfully as a reminder of its earlier treatment.   His hands brought her to the edge of release. On the edge of surrender their lips broke apart and she said breathily in his ears.  Not take me, or words of alluring encouragement but “ I left a few things in the office could you go get them for me?”  Couldn’t it wait he thought as her jeans fell to the floor her breasts out of their bra cups the tight T-shirt pushed up exposing them.  “ I asked you to go get them, my bad bad boy.  No go and don’t make me ask again.”    So he did with his belt unbuckled, the button of his jeans undone and his jeans all but falling from his hips as he walked.  Entering the office on the desk was a large pink vibrator standing up.  As he walked over to pick it up he noticed the wide leather paddle laying behind it.  Debating whether to pick one or both he left with both of his hands full and returned to the front door to find his lover fully disrobed and waiting.

 

“ah see you can be a good boy if you want to” she said kissing him picking up whether they left off then taking the toy and the paddle from him Now bend over with your hands on the stairs”  Again tormenting this time by placing the vibrator against his balls, “Five to start.”  His pants around his ankles his still blushing bottom waiting for the swats with the wide and thick leather paddle/  They were hard and spaced the first was a swarm of bees by the fifth both cheeks were flaming each had landed on his sit spot  Staying in position she slithered past him and brought herself to release with the toy inches in front of him as he stayed bent over watching.   “A few more for good measure.” She added as she slipped back around him.

 

Crack another landed then three more before ending with one that landed with everything she had to give.  Helping him back into his jeans as she paraded in front if him pulling on his cock then stopping to be sure he didn’t cum and starting to pull on him again.  His teased taunted and stroked member was getting as sore and raw as his backside but no relief for either appeared to be in sight.  Finally they dressed and left after he used his hands and mouth to get her off two more times.

 

 

 

Later that day as the last bag was carried into the house and placed on the cold stone counter Mary was waiting for him with a wooden spoon in one hand tapping it tauntingly on her open palm She didn’t say a word. Based on the earlier events she didn’t need to. Their excursion out had taken them several hours and in her mind she was now way behind schedule and the entire time she was distracted as she day dreamed about his next little interlude With out being told Joe waited to be told how to position himself as he dropped his pants with out being asked. “Over the butcher block table and make sure your delicate little bottom if facing the kitchen.” She instructed noticing his already mild arousal.
After taking away the chair and positioning himself Mary admired the marks she had left earlier, evidence of his three previous session already that day. No one too long or intense but when combined they had a nice effect. After putting away the last of groceries not needed for that nights meal she approached Joe and tapped sore cheeks with the spoon.
“Here let me help you she said again guiding his hips a little farther back and taunting his cock with her touch as he started to grow harder once again. “Is my bad boy ready to have his butt reddened again?” Joe still reeling with the lust from earlier in the day answered yes only wondering what was next.
“since its almost dinner or it will be when you’re allowed to stand up I want to make sure you remember this meal.” He didn’t like the sound of that not one little bit and she went to work on his sit spot and only his sit spot landing the spoon over and over twice on one side then twice on the other alternating sides until he was dancing in position and stinging like a swarm of bees before placing it on the table next to him. “Stay right where you are.” As she sat the spoon down next to him and walked back into the kitchen as started cooking. Each time she had a few minutes between preparing the meal she would come back over and tease his cock with her hand, fondle his balls playfully as she reached around him her hips pressing in to his back side. He was glad it was only pasta and salad and not a turkey dinner since he hadn’t been told he could move. One minute trying not to moan in pleasure to ignore her touch as she roughly handled him then minute next struggling to hold in position as she peppered his bottom some more with the wooden spoon.
The table was set and his cheeks were fully a glow. Removing the cushion from the wooden chair Joe was told. “ Now sit that bare ass of yours on the chair and if you squirm through the meal I’ll use a little more spoon on you until you do” She wondered if this was ceasing to be fun for him but not a complaint so far, well at least not one other than about his backside. Joe ate quickly, Mary took her time and told him to stay there while she cleared the table.
Joe was sent ups stairs. No other instructions were given so he stripped completely and positioned himself over the corner of the bed like earlier in the day. A few minutes later Mary followed expecting to find him lounging about watching TV and relaxing. Perhaps with a glass wine and the room bathed in candle light. Instead she turned off the over head light and took the liberty of lighting a few candles. Joe was instructed to stand up and face her. “ Now why were you treated the way you were today?” she asked her tone more playful than it had been “was it because you decided to Jerk off rather than have me.” He nodded in agreement. Well then I think it is time to finish your punishment and put this all behind us.
She had him lean forward and put four mild swats with a small paddle on each side. Counting out loud “1,2,3,4 on one and 1,2,3,4, that makes two.” She again began to tease his raw cock bringing him to full mast as it stained to grow even harder. He hand circling the head pressing on the underside and then stroking its length. She held one hand open and slapped his dick against her hand just like she had done with the wooden spoon. “ Look now you bad boy now I’m spanking you cock.” Joe stood silently completely aroused but uncertain when or if she would continue or was it to be like all the times earlier in the day when she brought him so close to orgasm and then went to work on his now ginger backside again. She continued to tug on him, he had never been so sore before as she continued. Circling around him smacking playfully then teasing him some more.
More swats with the small paddle then back to his front. 12 friction filled strokes with a firm grip and them more smacks with her hand. “almost there my bad boy you are almost done. She kissed his neck, dragging her nails across his red ass then swatting him with her hand as he stood there a willing recipient. Most of the next day would need to be spent in loose pants lying on his stomach.
“Do you still want to jerk off?” she ask. “No” he replied. “ Well all day it has felt like someone needed to beat off. I bet those smooth soft balls of yours are aching to explode.” She didn’t wait for the answer. “have you learned your lesson?” again he agreed.
“Well just to make sure kneel down over the foot stool at the end of the bed.”
As he positioned himself across the stool Mary disappeared into the closet. Lying face down he feared the worst, another implement, perhaps the riding crop. She had taken it from him several times but to that point he was never that brave and at this point of the day he was glad he never got around to buying a cane.
He heard her coming back into the room his cock pressed downward and still raging with lust. She liked seeing it, she knew it was hard for her even after all she had put him through today, that he wanted her now more than when he first walked out of the shower in a towel. “Just a few more Love” She told him encouragingly as she stood in front of him in crotch less panties and heels leaning over and patting his bright red ass. He winced with each tap, gasped with each smack and moaned with each caress. Finally after 10 more minutes of torment she helped him to his feet. “now my bad little boy that part of your beating is over with.”
The wording struck him as odd. As she sat on the foot stool guiding him directly in front of her “now you can touch yourself” She said putting a small amount of lube on him, sliding her hand over him again and again the coolness soothing as her hand glided over him.
“Hold out you hand.” As he did she put a few drops of lube on it “Now finish what you started this morning.” Not taking his cue she instructed him “I want you to beat off right here right now and I’m going to watch.” She had just taken him somewhere they had never gone before and as he began by turning him side ways and placed his now lubed hand on his member. He stood between her legs as she sat on the foot stool, a small paddle in her right hand spanking him with quick crisp blows and a vibe on his balls in her left.
With each smack he winced as he struggled past the embarrassment of masturbating in front of her and the pain of the swats made it had to concentrate as he tried desperately trying to finally get off long and day filled with the build up to that moment. Finally bringing on a gushing orgasm the vibrator cranked to full against his balls as his legs quivered in exhaustion and his red and bruised ass getting the last smack of the day.

 

Now it was time to tend to her needs as she laid back kissing her exposed parts, lapping at her she moaned in delight.