Margaret Knows - MF/m

A guest author has kindly submitted this story. Comment below please.

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Hi, my name is Kent Bedlawn and I am pacing back and forth waiting for my favorite (and currently only) girl friend, Margaret Chastine. Suddenly, the door swings open. It might have been fatal if I'd been standing behind it. Margaret walks into the room. 

"Hi, Maggie," I say. 

"Hello, Kenny" she smiles. 

My heart rate increases dramatically. Ushering her in, we sit down on the couch together. I am just thinking this would be a good time to ask how she is doing when, out of the blue, she looks me full in the eyes as if to make sure I won't lie. 

"Kenny," she questions, "Did your family ever spank you?" 

Cynthia's First Spanking - F/ff

Here's a story submitted by Biggest Brat. 


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 "Beep, beep, beep", went Cynthia Johnson's watch.  Cynthia quickly shut the watch off.  Although she'd carefully muffled it under her pillow, she was still afraid that her father, a true night owl might hear it.  Or her little sister, Eliza-brat (short for Elizabeth).  Or her big, ANNOYING sister, Barbra.  Her mother, equally irritating, was thankful a heavy sleeper.  Cynthia hopped quietly out of bed, landing on her toes and bending her knees so as not to make a sound.  She slipped on a pair of jeans, a white bra, and a dark blue t-shirt and stole quietly down the hall and out the front door.  Outside, she breathed a sigh of relief.  

"I did it", she muttered to herself.  Now for the fun part.  Today has been her first day back to school.  Most teachers were a bit more lenient these day since kids were still just out of Summer vacation, but Denise Roads (Ms. Roads), Cynthia's new English teacher, had called on her friend Dorothy Hess and her for "persistent chatting", even though Cynthia had just been trying to learn about the new boy whom Dorothy had met at her summer camp.  She'd given both of them a 1-hour detention and told them they were lucky they didn't get a spanking from her.  

The Septa's Revenge, Part 1

This story is years late I know but I hope you still enjoy it.


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Margaery's hand flew to her stinging cheek. Rubbing the sting away she stared incredulously at her Septa, who had slapped her. The nerve! She was Queen! How dare she!

Septa Nyla's stone face stared back. "Confess," she repeated. She didn't move but Margaery instinctively stepped back.

"Confess? I have done nothing!" She yearned to call out to the guards and have this haughty woman dragged away into the dungeons. But alas, the guards had long been replaced by Faith Militant. And even then, who dared stand against the Sparrows, now that the High Sparrow had King Tommen's ear. It was only by appearing pious did she have any freedom of movement.

Septa Nyla advanced and raised her hand again. Margaery stumbling back, nearly tripped on the lounge nearby. Her face flushed, this time in embarrassment. She was caught aback at the turn of events. In earlier days this would never have happened. She was Queen of Westeros! It was unthinkable.

"Confess," Septa Nyla repeated.

New stories coming soon?

Hi everyone, sorry for the lack of new stories. I have been incredibly busy and it just doesn't seem to let up. I do have a number of stories rattling around in my head and I'm desperate to get them out to you so bear with me. I'll try to find some way to post them.

In the meantime, I'd like to introduce you to a nice blog I used to read, "The Spank Shop".

It's an older blog and seems abandoned but the stories are timeless. Here's one of my favorite stories from there:

Spank shop wendy