Aunt Claire - Part I

Another story from our guest author Erotic Beauty

Introduction

Hi Claire.

Hi Nancy. How are you?

Fine, thanks. Listen…Me and Mike we’re thinking to go one week on vacation. Of course Melany
doesn’t want to come with us. Can I ask you if she can stay at your place that time?

There’s no problem for me.

Thank you, I very appreciate that.

Little sister, you don’t have to worry about that.

Actually, there’s something else I want to ask you…you know, Melany could be very difficult to
manage sometimes. When I try to ground her she raises hell and starts to act like a fool.
I’m so tired of that, I think she really needs some discipline. I even thought to spank her now and
then, but I really have fear of the consequences. I know I’ve not the right to ask you something
like that, but you could try at least to speak with her…

Susanne's Second Spanking - F/F

Guest author Erotic Beauty has submitted a sequel to his last story about Susanne's first spanking

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Hi guys. It’s me again. Susanne.

Three days after my first spanking, here we go, immediately the second one, and even the third.
Alice was right. She was perfectly right. I have to admit that a spanking never comes alone, there’s
always another one around the corner.

I’m pretty embarrassed to tell you the reason of my second spanking, but I have to. Otherwise Alice
is going to spank me without even think a little bit about that.

Susanne's first spanking

Here's a story from a new guest author "Erotic Beauty".

Enjoy!

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Hi guys, I’m Susanne, and I’m here to tell you my story.

My sister obliged me to write it to you, actually. Yes, my older sister, Alice. I’m 16, she’s 22. We live together, and now Alice has to take care of me, because our mom is out for work, and our dad divorced from her since I was 8. I didn’t see him anymore, but I don’t miss him at all. As well as I can remember he was drunk every day, he was rude and he didn’t give me a lot of attention. By that time our mom became more severe, by the way. She was alone, with two young daughters to educate and to maintain. Alice was an adolescent, angry and with a lot of trouble in her head. One evening she even accused mom for the separation, saying to her that if dad was gone it was her fault. Mom, maybe for the pain, maybe for the stress, since that day started to give her corporal punishments, every time she just acted a little bad, or cursed her for any reason. “It’s the only way you’re going to be a good girl” she used to say to her every time she spanked her, and I can assure you of that, Alice took a lot, a lot of spankings. 

The Schedule - F/F

Here's a story from another author of long ago.

How many of you had other non-spanking friends find out about your spankings?


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Karen was so proud of herself.  Her young cousin, Cindy, was
visiting and Karen wanted to show off a bit.  Karen bragged about her
life of freedom at college, of her late nights on campus, of the
parties, and of the "all nighters" she was involved.  Indeed, Karen even
whispered to Cindy, who of course was totally inexperienced, of her nights
with her boyfriend--all night going all the way (as she thought her young cousin
would understand it).  Sometimes, Karen did use the phrase "making love"
to impress the young girl.

Real Life Story

 Letter from a reader

                             
Dear Eddard,
     My  husband and I have been reading your stories with enjoyment,
but  also with wonderment. I'm confused. I don't know what to think of
my  situation.  I am willing to admit that I  enjoy  reading
these your website very much. I'm not  so  willing  to
admit  some other things that reading these things  make  me
wonder   about.  I  have  always  thought  of  spanking   as
discipline  until lately when my husband found your site online.
I always felt that I deserved a spanking  when I got one. Then it
was always like  an  extra touch  of forgiveness that making up after
the spanking  was so  nice.  I  guess I was simply naive, but I  never  really
thought  about this. Here I am thirty-five and admitting  to
being  such an innocent. Instead of trying to figure it  all
out, I'm going to tell you my story.

Note to anonymous commenters

Hi all,
  First, sorry I haven't posted a new story lately. I've just been super busy. I have a lot of stories buzzing around in my head though.

  For all you people that write anonymous comments, please add a name at the end so I know who to reply to! I don't care if it's fake. I just want to know who to address.

Shoplifter

 A guest author has submitted this story. Enjoy



"Your mother wants to talk with you,"  Auntie May said, handing me the phone.    Aunt May was new in my life,  recently married to my Uncle and she and I did not get along.  Aunt May was only 27, a trophy wife, just nine years older than my 18 years and she thought she was "all that."  Real snide and condescending to me.
  But she was an adult, my "elder" and I was raised to obey and respect all adults...or else.

  Which was why I was shaking when I took the phone, hearing my angry mother's voice, "Rachel! How could you!?"
"But mom..I...."
 "Shoplifting?  You have one minute to explain yourself young lady!"

The future - part 2 (F/M)

"Excellent," replied Alicia. "Now let's see... It says here you were arrested last month for drunk and disorderly conduct, indecent exposure, public urination, disturbing the peace, resisting arrest and assault of a police officer. Furthermore, your blood alcohol level was .15." Alicia arched an eyebrow as she looked up from her iPad. "Is that correct?"

Evan nodded, as much he could in his predicament, miserably. "Yes Miss." He didn't know what to say but he felt it was better not to say too much.

"Ok. Well we're going to discuss your behavior and give you some mental exercises to help control your impulses. First, let's begin with ..." she dialed the graphical dial on her iPad and tapped the screen.

"Noooo. Wait, please," Evan begged. But it didn't matter. When she tapped and looked at him all he saw were her blue eyes like still pools of water.

Then the paddle smacked across his ass.

Rachel's quick lesson - M/F

"I've been busy!" Rachel fumed.

"Don't sass me young lady!" Ed retorted. "You've had plenty of time to get it done."

Rachel angrily knocked some magazines off the table. "If you want it so bad, do it yourself!" Suddenly her ear smarted. Ed had grabbed it and was dragging her to the kitchen!

"Let go!" she cried with her anger now tempered with fear.

"It seems like you need a lesson. You've been getting too big for your britches lately."

Rachel was dragged unsteadily by her ear to the kitchen. Her stomach started to flipflop. Had she gone too far?

"Ok, ok.. I'm sorry", she started whining. But Ed's hand didn't loosen. He pushed her towards the counter and in a second had yanked down her shorts. Then her panties.

The Awakening - Part II (M/F)

Our guest author has kindly submitted another story about her real life introduction to the world of spanking. If you missed the earlier post check it out here:  The Awakening.

And without further ado:

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Being in the field of psychiatric care has its ups and downs and one of them is that clients can become violent toward perceived authority figures, especially females.

Last time I wrote of my first experience having been spanked by my husband. I told you I was a housewife and this is still largely true, well it is now anyway! However a month or so after that first spanking my husband had relented and let me return to work on a very part time basis, working as an agency nurse for no more than 24hrs a week. This agreement was on the condition that I didn't attend any wards with forensic patients. For those of you who are unfamiliar with this term, it means that the client is dangerous to themselves or others and often criminally culpable.

Stupidly, I decided to ignore this specific instruction and for 3 weeks in a row had attended a maximum security ward. I thought I'd made a decent compromise as this ward only detained female offenders but it turns out I was wrong as on the 5th of 8 planned shifts I was violently assaulted leading to nothing more than a few angry bruises and a bruised ego. Unfortunately those bruises were on my face and there would be no way to hide them from my husband.

The future - Part I (F/M)

Hi Everyone,
   A poll I ran last year indicated many people are interested in F/M stories. Here's my latest attempt. Please  excuse me as it's a bit long winded and the "action" barely starts at the end of the story. If there's sufficient interest I will continue.

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Evan walked awkwardly down the hall. He was dressed in one of those gowns they give you at the hospital. Thin, flimsy cloth that loosely draped in front down to his knees. In the back, tied closed by a few narrow strips of cloth. Definitely embarrassing. Most the times he kept his head down, embarrassed at his appearance. But he was forced to look up from time to time as he searched for office C5. When he raised his head, he'd catch a glance at the others occasionally passing him. Some were like him, dressed in ill fitting gowns and keeping their heads down. Some seemed to be walking gingerly. There were others walking about in suits or office wear. It was a busy hall.

Finally he spotted it. C5. A plain wooden door in the middle of a white wall. The other doors seemed spaced far apart. He paused at the doorhandle and then with a deep breath opened it and stepped inside. It was not at all what he expected.

The Awakening - Part 1 (M/F)

 A guest author has kindly submitted this real life account of her recent introduction to the world of spanking. Enjoy.


I'm a 25 year old teacher. I married my wonderful husband in last year and quit work at the same time to become a house wife. He is 16 years my senior and quite an eminent classical guitarist. This means that a strict regimen of 4 hours a day of practicing must occur for him to maintain his wonderful skill. Prior to my moving in, I had not had a true appreciation for his dedication to his art for we'd only been able to see one another on weekends or the odd day that I had off.

Moving in has come as quite a shock. He practices for four hours and lectures for eight hours at a prominent music college leaving me idle and frankly feeling neglected. I felt duped at first, as though he had concealed what would be a lonely lifestyle for me so as to entice me in and trap me. He's an authoritarian and very old fashioned, he likes dinner on the table when he gets home and then it's off to practice. That having been said he's very loving and when we're together nothing could make me happier.

Happy New Year!

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