Mrs. Santa Claus - (F/X)

Christmas is right around the corner so I thought I'd give you all this holiday story. For those waiting for more of Liz and Shannon, patience please. Been hard to get time away from real life but I haven't forgotten. In the meantime, enjoy.
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Making a list . Checking it twice. Gonna find out who's naughty and nice. Everyone knows about Santa Claus bringing presents to the good children of the world. But has anyone heard about his wife, Mrs. Santa Claus? That story isn't very well known. The problem is, the people who know the story don't want to admit it. Why you ask? Well maybe they have some painful memories...

Liz Get's Another Spanking (or two) - Part I

This is the second followup to "Shannon's Spankings"

Shannon tapped her foot impatiently. It was past 9 and Liz still wasn't home. Glancing around Shannon took in the scene. Nothing too bad but it was enough. A few clothes strewn on the floor in Liz's room and two dishes in the sink. But Shannon knew this was Liz's way of pushing the boundaries. Shannon didn't want things to get further out of hand. Weeks ago after Ron left Shannon in charge, Liz had straightened up a little. Of course Liz still had a bit of an attitude but Shannon had forced her to sit down and listen to the rules. Liz had begrudgingly signed the contract and agreed to all the terms.

Liz Gets Hers - Part 3 (F/F, paddle)

For those that don't know, this is a followup to the series "Shannon's Spankings"


Shannon, for her part, was dry mouthed. This was what she wanted but somehow it didn't seem real. She had of course imagined her self taking vengeance on Liz but her earlier failed attempt had quashed her hopes. Now they were rekindled with the all too real spanking Liz had just received. At first hesitating she now eagerly took the paddle from Ron and seated herself on the chair. She felt exhilarated

Both Ron and Shannon looked at Liz. "Umm. Liz. Get over my lap." Shannon tried to emit authority but it was a bit daunting. Liz after all, had been such a psychological torment to Shannon all those years it was hard to reverse things in a flash.

Liz Gets Hers - Part 2 M/F

Sorry for the delay everyone.
For those that don't know, this is a followup to the series "Shannon's Spankings"


A few hours later an embarrassed Liz was inspecting her light pink bottom in her room with a closed door. Her pjs were puddled around her ankles and panties at half mast. Fingers stroked her butt searching for any blemishes but she didn't expect any. It was only a hand spanking after all. More infuriating than the sting of the spanking was the embarrassment of being draped over Shannon's lap. But she had not gone willingly and squirmed and fidgeted every step.

Outside a visibly frustrated Shannon sat on the chaise lounge in the living room. Things had not gone as expected. True, Liz had come back, appearing penitent and agreeable to the contract Shannon had proposed weeks before. Liz had signed it after getting settled. However, when it came to accepting her first spanking from Shannon she had been all but cooperative. Fussy, fidgeting and simply defiant she had managed to dodge the worst of the spanking. Finally Liz had been able to squirm off Shannon's lap and fled to the sanctuary of her room claiming to have fulfilled her obligations. She had received her "spanking" after all and was therefore absolved of her actions.

Shannon for her part, was furious at the entire matter but unwilling to attempt pure force to subdue Liz. There was no point in an all out catfight. It wasn't her way and in any event, she was uncertain if she could overwhelm Liz. What she needed was Liz to accept her authority. At the moment it wasn't happening so she was forced to place a phonecall to Liz's dad Ron.

Liz Gets Hers - Part I

Sorry for the delay everyone. I rewrote this a few times trying to get it just right.
For those that don't know, this is a followup to the stories "Shannon's Spankings".


Liz stood facing the door. It seemed so .. solid. Like a doorway to another world. And it was. A doorway to comfort and warmth, structure, guidance and all things good. Under one arm she had a bunch of clothes. The other held a sack of random items. Things she needed and some things she didn't. But she had clung to them to maintain her sanity. It wasn't easy living on the street.

 The last week had not been easy on her. In fact the last months had not been easy on her at all. She thought back on how she came to be in front of Shannon's apartment door in this state.

The Cannery - Part 2 (F/M, tawse)

My heart raced as I looked around. No escape. I tried the door frantically but it was locked. Sweat poured down my face as I had a panic attack. I couldn't move, could barely breathe. I couldn't even think of what to do. No matter. There really wasn't anywhere to go anyway. The stockroom had a few shelves with canned goods but nothing to really hide from. I stood there marking time as I awaited Mrs. Booker.

It seemed like forever but probably just a minute or so as I heard a key in the door. My insides churned and I felt that funny feeling between my legs when you know you're dead. I had a momentary vision of that strap whistling through the air and the loud crack it landed on Jessica's ass. Soon that would be me.

Shannon's Spankings - Part 4

    Shannon had never been whipped, although Henry
had threatened it more than once as the next logical step
beyond paddling unless Shannon mended her ways.  She
really didn't know what to expect, except that it would be a
profoundly unpleasant experience, especially since her
bottom was already so sore that the lightest slap would
make her gasp.

Shannon's Spankings - Part 3

    They went out to the glassed-in patio, with Shannon
still clad only in her underwear, and after the adults were
settled in the wicker furniture Henry said to her,  "I've
decided to punish you for disobedience by giving you a
whipping with a switch."  Shannon felt a bit lightheaded at
the news, but she remained silent as he went on, "I want
you to go out and cut a few birch switches, from three to
four feet long, up to an inch thick at the base.  I want only
green, pliant switches."  He took his pocketknife from his
pocket and handed it to her.  "After you bring them back
we'll decide which one to use on you."

Shannon's Spankings - Part 2

Forcing one foot in front of the other, a step at a
time she finally made it down the stairs and to the dining
room doorway; she paused outside and desperately
gathered her flagging courage before stepping into the
room.  She blinked back the tears forming in her eyes,
determined not to lose her last shred of dignity and cry in
front of everyone.  Finally she entered the room, and all
eyes turned towards her.  She could feel her face flaming
just at the thought that they knew what was coming.
She focused her attention on Henry, who held the
power of both pain and mercy over her.  She approached
him on legs gone rubbery and held out the brush.  "Here it
is, sir," she said softly, forcing the words past the
tightness in her throat.  She had never called him Dad, and
usually called him Henry, but when she was under
punishment all he would accept was "sir".

Shannon's Spankings - Part 1

Another oldie but goodie. Not sure where I got this. Enjoy

Shannon trudged up the stairs, dragging reluctant
feet that suddenly seemed to be made of lead.  Her
destination was the upstairs bathroom, where she was to
fetch the big, old-fashioned wooden hairbrush and bring it
back down to where her family was waiting -- not just her
immediate family, her mom and sister Megan and
stepfather Henry, but also Henry's brother Ron, Ron's wife
Kate, and their children, 13-year-old Kevin, and Liz, who at
18 was the same age as Shannon.

Phi Kappa Psi - Part 4 FF/F

A Peek Into Shelly's Diary

Dear Diary,
Sorry for the bad handwriting but I'm writing standing
up. Why? Well I got myself in a bit of trouble the other day. It
all started Saturday night. I wanted to go to the movies with
some friends. Well I didn't have enough money and I just thought
I'd borrow some from my someone. I guess I should have said
something but I was in a hurry and so I just went into Erika's
room next door and took some money out of her purse. She was in
the shower so what could I do? Anyway, someone must have seen
me because when the next day I received a summons to appear
before the "D" Board. I couldn't believe it. I mean I was going
to pay it back. And they could have just reported it to my Big
Sister.

The Cannery - Part 1 F/F

Back when I was in college I took a year off to work in a remote cannery town. It was a pretty crappy job in a crappy area but I was in a bind. The year before I had gotten a credit card, run it way up and struggled with my student loan payments. Basically I was a typical college kid being irresponsible with money. My parents were in a financial bind themselves due to the economy so I was left to fend for myself. I considered bankruptcy but they cosigned for some loans and would be left with the debt so I decided to take a year off. The cannery job paid really well for a college student and I needed the money so I took it. It was there I learned the joys and pains of spanking.

Wait 'til your father gets home! - M/F

Not my work but one of my favorite stories!


I still blush every time I remember that day. It was a never ending day,
the longest day of my life;  or so it seemed.  After all,  I was twenty
years old, and it was damned embarrassing to have anybody know that Dad
still took a strap to my bare seat.

My parents were southerners from Louisiana, but we lived now in a small
New Jersey town, and like most fathers there, my  Dad believed in strict
discipline. He had told me long ago that he didn't cotton to all that
nonsense about a girl becoming a woman when she was eighteen. He then
added that I could expect to drop my panties for the strap right up
until I was twenty-one; and even beyond that, if I was still living at
home!

Phi Kappa Psi - Part 3 F/F

Monique was getting nervous. The Board members had been
discussing her punishment in whispered tones for a long time.
The two other girls had already been sentenced and were gone.
In fact Shelly had been sent for immediate punishment in the
other room. Monique wondered what happened to her. The first
girl, Giselle had been sentenced to get paddled. Monique's
stomach had gone topsy-turvy after hearing that sentence.
Everyone, including, herself had gotten spanked now and then,
but the last time she was paddled was during Initiation. She
wished she had never smoked that joint. It was sort of unfair
in a way, she thought. After all, other people in the sorority
had been smoking. It just that when the campus police came in,
she was the one with the joint in hand. The sorority usually
turned a blind eye to the members' party activities but since
she got arrested it was a different story. It was like a black
mark against the sorority, especially since the school paper
would carry the story on Monday. Her roommate bailed her out
but someone already knew because when she came back to her
room there was an official summons to appear before the "D"
board on Sunday. So here she was, waiting for the Board
members.

Phi Kappa Psi - Part 2 F/F

Monique, Shelly, and Giselle sat apprehensively before
the sorority Disciplinary Panel. They each had broken different
rules but knew they were all in big trouble.
  Usually, when a rule was broken, the guilty person was
assessed a number of demerits. She was then responsible for
reporting the new demerits to her Big Sister. Her Big Sister,
if necessary, would carry out the punishment. At each level of
demerits, different punishments were handed out. These ranged
from spankings to paddlings. At the end of each month, the
demerits were wiped clean. For example, a person who accumulates
10 demerits would be spanked by her Big Sister. If she received
10 more before the month was up, (for a total of 20) she would
get spanked with a brush. And so on. This system was
responsible for keeping all the girls in line and it worked.
However, for more serious offenses, the culprit had to go before
the Disciplinary Board.
After what seemed like an eternity the Board finished
their deliberations.

Phi Kappa Psi - Part 1

Hello everyone. Here's a story I wrote a long time ago. Hope you enjoy.

p.s. For all you lurkers out there, please select a "reaction" at the bottom of my posts. They are anonymous and will help me tailor the stories to your interests as well as giving me a warm fuzzy feeling that someone out there appreciates my work. ;-)

Now on to the story..............

Life in a sorority was good. And if you happened to be
a member of Phi Kappa Psi, it was even better. Phi Kappa Psi
was one of the most exclusive sororities on campus. It boasted
almost a hundred members, each of them beautiful and
intelligent. The sorority's social events were always the most
popular on campus. As a well known contributor of money and
volunteers to various charities, Phi Psi garnered praise from
school administrators. Held in high regard, Phi Psi had no
problem getting its members favorable treatment.
  As a member of Phi Psi, one could expect numerous
perks. Extensions for papers or rescheduled tests were easily
procured using the sorority's influence. Tickets to special
events, lunches with important people or access to restricted
information were also common. Simply being a member was to be
in the limelight of the college.
  Many members lived in the Phi Psi house on sorority
row. The house itself was very stylish. In fact it was
almost luxurious. Rooms were large and clean. There was a
beautiful garden out back and a pool. There were two large
screen televisions with cable in the entertainment room and
study lounges upstairs. The house was kept up very well by the
members.
Yes, life was good in Phi Psi. That is, until
one breaks the rules...

Copyright 2013

Amy Learns to Serve - F/F

I didn't write this story. It came from a BBS a loooooonng time ago. How many of you even know what a BBS is? ;-)


Let me tell you a little bit about me.  When my great adventure began,
I was young (age 23) and not very experienced.  Oh, I had sex any
number of times, in a number of different ways, but I never felt the
wild excitement in actually doing those things that I imagined in
advance. I had a million different, very kinky fantasies, things
that I really wanted to do but was afraid to try, even if I had the
opportunity to try, which I really didn't have.  Mostly, my fantasies
involved me as a sort of slave girl, captured by some strong
individual.  Some days I imagined my master to be male and sometimes
a female, with special events for each one. What I thought I really
wanted was a strong master or mistress, one who also had wild sexual
fantasies, and who would take charge of me and would then act out
those fantasies, obviously with me playing out the part of slavegirl,
used by a master (or maybe better yet, mistress) in strange and
delicious ways, hopefully with an audience watching, and most delicious
of all, whether I liked it or not. I wanted strange and sexy things
to happen and not have any say as to the agenda, to be used, perhaps
even to be a little bit abused.

The Test - part 2 M/FF

"Well who wants to go first?" he asked. Both of them
were understandably silent. It was very quiet as he let them
stand there for a moment. Neither of them could look him in the
eye. They were like students in a classroom, trying not to
attract attention and be called on. Unfortunately there were
only two "students" in this classroom.
"Ok, then," Dave said easily, "Mary you'll go first.
Why don't you go to the kitchen and bring back a chair."
With downcast eyes Mary left the room. Her heels
clicked on the hardwood floors as she dragged back the plain
white pine chair. Although armless, it was a sturdy chair that
would serve Dave's purpose well. Mary placed the chair in front
of the desk near the center of the room. She looked at Dave for
her next instruction. All she wanted was for this to be over
but Dave seemed intent on taking his time.

The Test - Part 1 M/FF

"So do you know what to do?" Mary asked Heidi.

"Yeah. I guess so. Are you still sure you want me to do
this?  I mean, what if he does go for me? Not that I'm saying
he will, but just in case?" Heidi asked. She sipped her coffee
with a little smile dancing on her pretty face.

Mary frowned momentarily and then relaxed. "Well he
won't," she said airily. "And if he does, then my test worked
and I'll dump him!" She pushed her food around her plate. After
a moment of silence she smiled mischeviously again and the two
started to giggle. They resumed their talk.

Mary and Heidi were sitting in a coffee shop downtown.
What they were discussing was a plan to test Mary's fiancee,
Dave. It was all Mary's idea. She was very much in love with
Dave, but she was a little insecure. You see, Dave was a real
find. He was a young executive at an advertising firm.  His
good lucks and natural charm swept her off her feet when they
met. Unfortunately, he was a little too charming. It seemed
that there was always some other woman talking to him or
looking at him wherever they went. Now nothing ever happened
that wasn't innocent but Mary's insecurity gnawed at her.
Although she was very pretty, possibly even beautiful, she knew
that many men liked variety and that was one thing she couldn't
compete with. Her own earlier experiences at seducing other
women's men now sat on her shoulder's like an immense weight.
So even though there was no indication that Dave would ever
cheat on her, she concocted a plan to test his fidelity.

Margie's Spanking - F/f

I didn't write this story. I got it from some forum years ago and it has the ring of authenticity.


Margie and I both lived in the same apartment house in Boston.
I with my Mother and she with her Father and Aunt Jean.
We were both sixteen at the time of the following event.
In the 50's spanking was still a frequently used form of punishment.
Even the schools used canes on students hands and backsides.

Margie and I had been out on a date. We had attended a CYO dance.
After the dance we went to a local hangout. A White Tower Hamburger
joint. Like most young people we lost all sense of the time. When Margie
realized the time it was past midnight. I was supposed to have her back home
by eleven. We immediately left the hangout and started walking the few blocks
back to the apartment house.

When we arrived and were walking down the corridor towards the apartment that
Margie lived in, the door opened and her aunt was standing there. We had
expected her aunt to be upset, however she was calm and invited me in "for a
few moments".

Brenda - Part 3 M/F

Professor Theron turned to face Brenda. She was still in the corner, hands on her head, panties about her knees like he placed her. He half smiled. She looked so cute like that. Then his face went hard again. Cheating, lying, those were two things that really got his blood boiling. He spent twice as much time as other professors in office hours because he really cared for his students. There was every opportunity to ask for help. Many a time before he had arranged for extra tutoring or even had tutoring sessions himself to help a student particularly stumped with his material. So in his mind, there was no excuse for cheating.

And lying was a sin that he placed high on his list of sins. He always felt that integrity was not emphasized enough to todays younger. Well it looked like he would be doing a bit of his special "tutoring" today.

"Brenda, turn around," he said in a stern voice. She seemed smaller as she turned to face him. Maybe it was because she she was wearing socks and panties and the slimmest of blouses. That blouse had looked so cute in the morning but suddenly felt precariously about to float away. Brenda felt very weak. The ordeal of standing in the corner in plain sight of the other students had taken it's toll. There was no attempt at subterfuge, no scheming. She just wanted this to be over. But she also dreaded what was to come.

Brenda - Part 2 M/F

Inside the office, Professor Theron was busy answering questions. It alwasy got busy right before midterms. He even helped some students with their projects for other classes. That's just the type of person he was. He glanced at the clock and noticed the hour.

"I'm sorry everyone, but todays office hours is over. I'd be happy to answer more questions but I have some business to attend to. If you like, you can wait outside while I take care of this. It'll  probably take about half an hour."

The students glanced at each other with perplexed looks. Shrugging, they walked outside still discussing amongst themselves the different homeworks. Outside, Brenda shrank down in embarrassment. One of the male students had glanced down at her with a questioning look. Was *she* the business to attend to? Brenda hoped they'd go away. Maybe to the cafe for a coffee. Surely, they wouldn't wait outside!

She didn't have a chance to watch them further as she heard Dr. Theron come outside. His stern gaze motioned her inside. With her head down in embarrassment she quickly scurried in, her arms holding her books tightly across her chest. She barely noticed the other students watching the whole event with wide eyed wonder.

Brenda - part 1 M/F

Brenda glumly sat on the bench in the hall while chattering students rushed about. She closed her eyes in an effort to calm her stomach. She didn't know what was in store for her but she knew it was bad. She closed her eyes in an attempt to calm her stomach and reflected on the the events which she regretted oh so much.

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Last month her statistics professor, Dr. Theron, had assigned the class a midterm project. It wasn't all that difficult, even though Brenda hated math. But it was tedious, which she hated even more. Of course, it was exactly the type of project that Dr. Theron liked to assign.

Dr. Theron was a relatively new member of the faculty. He was younger than the average professor. At least, younger looking. Brenda didn't quite know how old he was. All she knew was that she was hopelessly infatuated with him. She wasn't usually attracted to faculty, but something about him was different. He was handsome of course, but there was something about him that really drew her. Maybe it was because most of the guys she dated were brainless frat boys, always loud and boisterous. Each one trying to out do the other, and loudly telling outrageous stories in obvious attempts to impress her. Dr. Theron on the other hand was quite the opposite. He carried himself with an understated self confidence. In class, he lectured quite efficiently, expressing all the mathematical theorems in ways that the liberal arts majors could understand quite well. He spoke with quiet authority but would raise his voice when needed. Woe be the student who forgot her homework. A raised tone and a hard look was all it took to reduce the student to an blushing apologetic mess. But he was fair and an enthusiastic teacher and so well liked.

Welcome!

Welcome to Strict Spanking Stories! I know there's lots of other spanking pages out there but if you're like me, you're always looking for "the one". You know, the one which has exactly your interests. Because spankos are as different as snowflakes. As much as I enjoy browsing all the different pages, at the same time I get frustrated sifting through them for just the right story. And so I've decided to present my list of favorite stories. Some of these are collected from other locations* and some are my own writing. I hope you enjoy them and if you have any of your favorites I'd love to read them.

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