Tuesday, September 26, 2023

Sent for the Cane - Erotic Chastisement


This excellent work was published posthumously. The author died in 2015 and never got a chance to publish this treatise. Consequently, it has never been professionally edited. Nevertheless, it is a wonderful read for those interested in Erotic Chastisement.

Monday, September 11, 2023

Typical Tuttle Mother-in-Law


Author's Note:  Due to absolutely no demand whatsoever, I have decided to pen another story in my amazingly popular Tuttle series (and I wish to thank all THREE of you who have faithfully read the entire set of stories) set in a Southern town during the 1950s.

Thursday, August 31, 2023

Justice Weekly


For 26 years from 1946 until 1972, Justice Weekly numbered among the tabloid press published in Toronto, Canada. While included in the sensational press, Justice Weekly was quite different, truly unique and never replaced.

Thursday, August 24, 2023

Belinda's American Education - Preparation for Punishment - Part 6

Continued from  Belinda's American Education - Part 5

The fact that she couldn’t possibly have contraband did not deter Miss Rawlings.  Belinda sobbed openly as garment by garment she slowly surrendered her dignity again. 

“This must be difficult for you, such an educated lady,” Miss Rawlings purred, as Belinda reluctantly relinquished her clothes.  “But we have rules. You should be wearing the regulation blue blazer with the school logo on it, so even if you do make it over the wall everyone who sees you will peg you as a snotty little brat who needs a good fanny tanning!  And that, my dear, is precisely what you are going to get!”
Rather than allowing her to strip at the Nurse’s office, Miss Rawlings “saved time” by forcing poor Belinda to strip near the storage area where her clothes were kept.  Then Miss Rawlings took the blushing Belinda by the ear and marched her, buck naked, past numerous groups of workmen on the long trek to the nurse’s office.

Friday, August 18, 2023

1948 Mercer Riot gets some women strapped!

Seems like 10 strokes wasn't enough if 10 more continued to be problematic and even 5 more were repeatedly so. 

Readers, what do you think they should have done instead? 

Tuesday, August 8, 2023

Tuesday, May 30, 2023

Belinda's American Education - Escape - Part 5

Continued from Belinda's American Education - Stepmother - Part 4.

 *** Excerpts from Belinda’s Dissertation***

“Most women think themselves superior to their unfortunate sisters forced to bend and bare for discipline.  Indeed, the typical housewife or business woman finds it difficult to imagine herself strapped down over a punishment trestle for the strap or cane.

“Surely I would never drop my pants on command, or touch my toes, or wiggle my bare fanny under the strap!  After all, I am a lady!”

What these women fail to understand is the difference between a lady and a reformatory guttersnipe is not the way she acts but the way that she is treated.”  


Monday, January 2, 2023

How Sexual It is! (F/FF, hairbrush, strap)

I got this story off an old forum a long time ago. Almost forgot about it.

My  most memorable spanking happened several years  ago
about  two days before my wedding. I have three sisters  and
two  of  them were already home with their husbands, waiting
for  the  wedding. One of my sisters and I have a  difficult
time  getting along when the stress is high and believe  me,
right  before a wedding in the home of the bride, stress  is

Thursday, December 29, 2022

Cheyenne's Barn Thrashing - cont'd

Sorry everyone. I didn't realize I never published this. 

Cheyenne bucked desperately, hands gripping at the cloth thrown over the hay bales. Her cries had turned to howls as Edward laid on stripe after stripe. She at least knew better than to try and cover her butt with her hands so she clung as tight as she could to the cloth. Tears ran down her face as she begged, begged for him to stop. First it was stop, then she promised to be a good girl, then she just had the strength to say please.

Finally it was over and she slumped over the bale, weeping, exhausted, fire raging across her ass. Both cheeks and some of her thighs were criss crossed with an angry red patchwork of dark red lines. The red halos of fire surrounding each stripe combined to make her ass a brilliant red and a few weals rose on the once smooth skin. She sobbed into the blanked as she lay exhausted, arms and legs limp. Behind her she heard Edward cleaning up the switches and moving things around. The sounds seemed so distant as she slowly gathered her strength. Finally she struggled up, heedless of her nakedness.

Sunday, December 4, 2022

Apologies for tardiness

Hello everyone. As you probably noticed I have been absent for quite a while. I have been checking in on the site but haven't had time to post anything. 

I just noticed that a lot of comments were posted and held up in moderation for quite a long time. In some cases years! What happened was I got a lot of spam comments from China. In order to stop things I set comments to moderated only. I thought I'd be notified by email anytime there was a comment but I must have disabled that also As a result a number of people posted comments and they remained in purgatory until now. I'll be more diligent on checking messages and comments going forward.

Saturday, December 3, 2022

Belinda's American Education - Stepmother - Part 4


For a moment Belinda thought the school bell was ringing inside her head.  

Belinda groggily opened her eyes and looked out the window to her left.  Why was it still dark?


Why were there bars on the window?

Where was she?

The clanging bell ceased.  Feminine voices - hundreds of them.  Belinda watched as the women around her roused themselves and opened the lockers at the foot of their beds.

It hadn’t been a nightmare.  Belinda Krueger, 25, heiress, doctorial student, was now a lowly prisoner at Jameson Reformatory. 

Monday, November 15, 2021

Belinda's American Education - M/F, otk hand - Part 3


 “If you’d like to, you can take her down to the nurse.  She needs to be given her shots, and to be examined for contraband.”

“Yes, I’d enjoy supervising that,” Professor Winters said, as Belinda’s eyes grew wide as saucers!

“You may wish to take a hairbrush along, in case this impudent piece of baggage gets lippy,” the principal counseled.

 “That’s quite alright, Frank,” Professor Winters chuckled.  “My hand will be more than sufficient to administer a memorable correction.  Besides, in Belinda’s case I definitely want to get a feel for the situation.”

Saturday, October 23, 2021

Belinda's American Education - Corner Time - Part 2

Corner time really gives a girl a chance to think, which was precisely what Belinda was doing.  

How had it come to this?  A few scant moments before she had been Belinda Krueger, PhD student and respected associate Professor at her University.  Now she was a freshly spanked miscreant with her bare bottom on display in the principal's office at the Jameson Reformatory.

Belinda was standing in the corner with her skirt pinned up, front and back, and her panties around her knees.  "If my student's could see me now…"  Belinda shuddered at the thought.

Thursday, October 7, 2021

Bethany's Woodshed Gets Taken to the Woodshed

 Recent NY Times article about Bethany's Woodshed: 


For those that don't have access to the NY Times:

In interviews with The New York Times, a dozen Blushing authors and seven former employees described a haphazardly run business that frequently failed to pay authors on time, and threatened them with lower royalties and defamation lawsuits if they defected.  Some writers who spoke to The Times discovered they were not being paid for books that Blushing was selling through certain online vendors or in audio format. Others were locked into contracts that gave Blushing “permanent and exclusive” rights to their books and pen names, which publishing experts called onerous and outside of industry standards.

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To keep pumping out new releases, Ms. Wills padded inventory by taking older books and repacking them with new covers, sometimes under a different title and pen name, according to several former employees.

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Has anyone bought from Bethany's Woodshed? Thoughts?

Saturday, October 2, 2021

Belinda's American Education - (M/F, cane) - Part 1

Belinda Krueger felt every bit the crisp professional as she crossed the office to greet the principal of the Jameson Reformatory.  Although only 25, she was already a rising star at her new American University, and in her stylish worsted wool blue suit, dressed the part.


"I'd like to thank you for taking the time to meet with me today, sir," she said, shaking the principal's hand.  "I've been having a bit of trouble with my Doctorial dissertation, and my department chair seems to think that you might be of some assistance."


"Yes, I spoke with him this morning," the principal said, sinking back comfortably into his large leather chair.  "Have a seat, Miss Krueger."


Belinda sat down on the chair opposite the principal.  Unlike the principal's comfortable perch Belinda's chair was hard and wooden and Belinda fidgeted a bit to find a comfortable position.  


Tuesday, July 27, 2021

Blistering BBQ - F/M belt, hairbrush

Sorry I haven't posted any stories in awhile. Just been too busy. But I have a lot of them brewing in my head. Just need to sit down and type them out!

This story was sent in awhile ago and I forgot about it. Enjoy! 


I'm a spanked husband. I've read some other people's accounts but I think mine is a bit different. You see. I don't want to be a spanked husband. I just am. It's a little bit hard to explain but basically I love my wife and everything is great. The only thing is once in awhile she will decide I need to be spanked and there's nothing I can do about it! 

The story I want to tell is about my worst spanking experience. 

Sunday, October 11, 2020

Another World - F/F, M/F

This is a story from looonngg ago. Enjoy


"Remember," he warned me as we headed down into the holler.  "Remember, it's

a different world out here.  You have to remember your place."

"Place, shmace," I muttered, but then nodded and ressured him, parroting back

what he'd told me about a million times.  "I know, I know.  I'm a woman.

 We're at the bottom of the totem pole.  You're the youngest son and I'm your

wife so I'm the bottom of the women's totem pole.  I have to do whatever you

say.  I have to do whatever your mom says.  I have to just shut up.  I know."

Saturday, June 27, 2020

Sandy and Sue Spanked at College (M/FF)

This story was sent by a guest author. Enjoy!

It was Easter break for Sandy and she spent it with her sister Sue at Sue’s college.  Now that it was early April, the springtime temperatures, greening trees and lawn, and budding flowers made the campus look beautiful.  Sandy really enjoyed “college life” – being in a dorm, eating at the dining hall, seeing all the college students, and, most of all, attending a couple of parties! 

Unfortunately, the week was coming to an end, and Sandy’s Dad was coming up to bring Sandy home.  It was the middle of Saturday afternoon when Dad arrived, and the three got a late lunch at the college center cafeteria.  The girls were having a great time recounting the activities of the week.  Well, it was fun until Sandy let it slip that she had attended a party where alcohol was flowing freely.  Now, Sue was 20 – technically still too young to drink since the minimum age is 21.  Dad would have been able to overlook that fact – after all, he trusted Sue and knew she was a very responsible young lady – it would be OK for her to drink a little at college.  But it became all too clear that Sandy had also been drinking – at age 18!!

Friday, August 23, 2019

Gaia's First Real Punishment Spanking

And another great story by guest author SteveH. This is a real story!

Just recently divorced, my good friend Michael, the manager of a strip club, suggested I try hanging out at his place and hook up with one of his “fun” girls that liked having a good time and knew how to reciprocate. Needless to say, these girls were beautiful and did know how to return favors. But the one who caught my eye was a very shy Spanish girl who called herself “Gaia”. She is one of the most exotic girls that I ever seen as well as being incredibly cute with an absolutely heart-warming impish smile. With Gaia also being freshly divorced, we decided to start off as friends with benefits in order to see what, if anything, developed from there. Being absolutely vanilla, the kinkiest that Gaia ever got was being paddle lightly (five whole swats! Lol!) before having sex once with an old boyfriend.

Saturday, August 3, 2019

Pics or no pics?

In the past I have avoided adding any pics to this blog. The intention was rely on proper storytelling without the crutch of salacious photos. However, a guest artist has submitted some photos for perusing and I decided to add them to a new page.

I'd like to hear your opinions. Photos or no photos? I'd run a poll but Google has removed the polls gadget. :-(

Thursday, August 1, 2019

Taming the Brat

Another great story by guest author SteveH. This is a real story!

About three years after we married, Carly's slightly younger sister Renee came to live with us after getting thrown out of my mother-in-law's house for the umpteen time. The two girls could not have been more different. Where Carly had been studious, Renee was a natural born party girl and big time brat and compulsive liar, who was always trying to manipulate people. Especially her boyfriends.
Carly was dead set against having Renee stay with us. The two would often ague in front of me over issues that went back to their childhood days. While they were in another argument, Carly looked at me and said "You want to spank someone? Then spank her!" which only provoked Renee to say "Fine! I'd love it! I'm not a wuss like you Carly!" A boast that I would remember in the future.

Tuesday, July 16, 2019

Guest post - How I got into spanking - part 1

SteveH is a guest author who writes how he got into spanking. Read and enjoy:

1) Maureen: I got into spanking by witnessing my curvy neighbor Maureen get 
a bare bottomed hairbrush spanking by her father. We were both about 12 at 
the time and watching her ass and pussy buck as she squirmed under under 
each blow made me rock hard. We we're both playing "doctor" and were caught 
by her father so my sexual excitement was already peaked. I ran home right 
after and masturbated 4 or 5 times. I didn't understand the attraction at 
the time but I knew from that moment on that spanking, me spanking a 
female, was going to be a central part of my life for evermore.

Saturday, April 20, 2019

The Septa's Revenge - Part 3 (F/F)

Trying to finish this story for you people since GoT has already started. If you haven't read the earlier parts please do so. Here's Part I.

"Go to the Center Garden and fetch me three switches," she said as she looked straight into Queen Margaery's teary eyes. She was immediately rewarded by the look of shock and horror.

"But, but.. I'm naked!" Margaery exclaimed. "Someone will see!" She collapsed and knelt in front of the stern Septa. "Please please. Not that. I can't possibly." She was babbling as thoughts raced through her head. Someone most definitely would see and people would talk. Even the most loyal of subjects enjoyed gossip and news of the naked queen fetching switches for punishment would spread like wildfire. She was desperate.

Septa Nyla was resolute. She looked down at the begging girl. "If you will not fetch the switches, I will call for a public birching," she announced.

Thursday, April 11, 2019

The Septa's Revenge - Part 2 (F/F)

Hi everyone. Sorry for the long hiatus. Now that Game of Thrones is coming back for it's final season I thought I had better get this story out. It's been in my head for quite a while.

For those that haven't read part 1, start here.

Tears streaked down Queen Margaery's face as Septa Nyla continued spanking for another good ten minutes. Margaery bawled and pleaded like a common girl and the Septa was pleased. She paused and looked at Margaery's bottom. It was a bright red from below the tailbone to past thighs. The Septa was adept at spanking having both received and given them during training. She also knew that there was much more she could do and it would bring her great pleasure to do it.

Sunday, February 17, 2019


My apologies to everyone. I simply haven't had time to write. I haven't given up on spanking though. It's very much on my mind all the time. More so maybe! In any case I'm sure you've heard about Tumblr dropping all adult content. It's very sad because tumblr used to be a great place to meet people. But where one door closes, another opens. A new website has arisen and hopefully it does well. I have created a blog there myself and have been uploading video snippets. Drop on by!

Tuesday, June 5, 2018

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?" 

Saturday, April 7, 2018

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.  

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

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.

Friday, February 23, 2018

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

Saturday, December 16, 2017

Aunt Claire - Part I

Another story from our guest author Erotic Beauty


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…

Saturday, December 9, 2017

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.

Sunday, December 3, 2017

Susanne's first spanking

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

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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. 

Sunday, November 12, 2017

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.

Thursday, September 21, 2017

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.

Friday, September 15, 2017

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.

Tuesday, April 18, 2017


 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!"

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

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.

Friday, February 24, 2017

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.

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

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.

Monday, January 23, 2017

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.

Thursday, January 19, 2017

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.

Saturday, January 7, 2017

Happy New Year!

Hi everyone! I'm still here. Just been too busy to write. I have a lot of ideas however and hope to post more often. I would like to ask a favor. Although I have over 2 million views (!) there are not too many reactions on the stories. Please select one of the reactions so I can determine which stories are popular. It's anonymous and only takes a second. Thank you.

Saturday, October 8, 2016

A Visit to Aunt Alice's - F/Ff

Not written by me. Got it from an old board way back when.

 This story has nothing to do with the other Alice stories. I guess Alice was just a popular name at one point?

    It was late Sunday afternoon, and the two girls were having a bit
of fun, more delicious because it was so strictly forbidden.  Mother
had clearly made it clear that she would not tolerate in any way the
use of any tobacco in her household, and at least Linda knew that this
was so.  She had had some "experience" with mother's disapproval on
this count once, only two years before, but she had blissfully decided
to disregard that unpleasant memory.  So, Linda, the eighteen year old,
and her seventeen year old cousin, Susan, were gleefully puffing away
on their Marlboros when Mother/Aunt caught them in the act, quite by
accident and much to their later regret.

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

The Adjustment - M/F

A guest author, Isabella Laase, has submitted this story. Enjoy.

Her foggy gaze moved toward the sound of the bedside monitor and the baby’s soft whimper. Anna held her breath while she directed every sense she had, real and imagined, toward the goal of willing her daughter back to sleep. The magical mother power had never worked in the past, but for the first time in weeks, the baby settled and all was quiet.   

The sun peeked through the skylights of the master bedroom, and Anna stared out the floor to ceiling picture windows that overlooked the majestic lake framed by distant mountains. It had required a work of the heart to renovate the run down cottage to their demanding satisfaction, but both she and Allen refused any kind of curtain that would block the power of their view. The sunrise display of yellows and pinks diffused across the sky, but her exhausted brain refused to enjoy the gift given to her eyes.
The expensively decorated room led to a huge master bath and an elegant combination of tile and granite, but hours of careful design choice were a long distant past. Lakefront property for successful career executives made sense; but the baby would be walking soon, and they feared for her safety surrounded by so much damned water. They had plans to sign the realtor’s paper work later that day.
Allen moved in his sleep. Her body had grown soft and curvy with pregnancy, but his remained rock hard with chiseled biceps and abs. The reddish tinge to his day’s beard complimented the neatly trimmed brown hair, and she knew there were killer brown eyes underneath the deep sleep.

Friday, February 19, 2016

Poll #2

Our next poll shows gender preferences. Our of 700+ respondents chose their favorite top/bottom genders for stories:

44% favored M/F
36% favored F/F
34% favored F/M
5% favored M/M

I expected M/F to be the favorite but am a bit surprised to see F/F tied with F/M with such high numbers. Looks like I need to write some more F/M stories as those are being neglected.

Alice Learn's Who's in Charge - Part 4 M/F

Ronald looked at the figg thoughtfully. It was a handspan long and thicker than his thumb. Could it be twice as thick? It seemed reminiscnent of a peeled potato but seemed more fibrous. And it had a knobby end that still had remnants of it's original skin while the uneven shaft was peeled as completely as an unusually shaped item could be.

Friday, January 15, 2016

The Dairy Queen Girl - F/F

Guest author Cliff has submitted this story. Enjoy.

Growing up, my Mom managed the Dairy Queen in my home town.  I played Pop Warner football when I was 12 years old.  Normally, we had practice on Mondays after school.  On Monday morning, the coach's son let me know his Dad had to make an emergency trip out of town and practiced was cancelled. 

Our house was only a few blocks away from school and I got home about 3:15.  My mother usually worked until at least 5:30 PM.  She did not like phone calls at work and being home early was not anything I needed to let her know about.  Shortly after getting home, I was in my room and heard my Mom come through the front door.  I started to come out of my room and I could hear she had someone with her.  

I cracked my bedroom door and saw it was a cute girl named Cheryl, who worked for her at DQ.  I had talked with Cherly a few times when I went up to my Mom's work.  She was very pretty and had a nice personality.  Even though she was 19, she did not seem to mind talking to a 12 year old boy. Talking with Cheryl, I learned she was from Iowa to attend school on an academic scholarship. I saw Cheryl was in Jeans and t-shirt, so she must be off work that day.

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Alice Learns Who's in Charge - Part 3 M/F

It was spankings such as Brenda's that led to Alice fantasizing in her diary about Barbara's ouster. She always referred to Barbara as "dour Barbara" in the diary since Barbara insisted the girls refer to her as Miss Barbara. If she wants a title she can have one! thought Alice gleefully.

Sometimes Alice wondered why she disliked Barbara so much. Alice herself still received spankings from Ronald now and then. But she held him no ill will. If anything she felt a stronger bond due to the intimacy of the punishments and consolation that followed. But with Barbara it was different. Maybe it was because Barbara was much more strict. Or maybe it was because she was a woman. Regardless, Alice and Barbara were like oil and water.

Alice often escaped to the stables when Ronald wasn't around. She didn't want to be forced to participate in any of the girls punishments and she didn't like seeing how Barbara treated them.

Sunday, December 27, 2015

Alice Learn's Who's in Charge - Part 2

This is my own followup to the previous story.  Comments welcome.

Alice closed her diary with a smile. She had just finished writing another fantasy where she managed to get "dour Barbara" fired as governess and run out of town. Alice closed her eyes savoring the feeling but reality crept in as always and tainted her thoughts. The reality was Barbara was still firmly ensconced in the household affairs. Ronald, while deeply in love with Alice, never entertained the thought of firing Barbara and in fact, Alice was careful never to run afoul of Barbara herself.

Monday, September 7, 2015

Claire's Fantasy Fulfilled - (M/F)

This story was written by a guest author Paddlr.

Claire sat nervously in her car and looked at the entrance to the local restaurant.  Thinking back it had been exciting to do the email exchange about her desire to be dominated and punished.  But to actually meet was something entirely different.  After several exchanges of emails she had agreed to meet him at a local restaurant.  He had suggested it to help her feel safer for their first meeting.  With a deep breath she got out of the car and walked to the door and entered.  Looking around she saw him sitting in a booth in a secluded section.

As she walked over he rose and said “Hello Claire. It’s nice to see you came.”  Indicating one side of the booth he told her to have a seat and then sat across from her.  “Is there anything that you would like?”  She hesitated and said “Maybe some coffee."

He motioned for the waitress and when she arrived asked for coffee for them both.  After getting their coffee he said “Since this is our first in person meeting let’s just start by talking for a bit.”  He kept the conversation general until he saw that she was finally beginning to calm down.  Finally the conversation died down and he asked “are you still wanting to experience what we have written about?”

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Amelia’s Induction (F/F)

A guest author has submitted this excerpt from her latest submission to Amazon. Read and enjoy!


“Miss Baxter, you are frankly a disgrace.”

The judge’s words rang in Amelia’s ears. She could feel her face flushing and the dewy hint of tears forming in the corner of her eyes. But the adversary was undeterred. Women in authority always scared Amelia that little bit more. To overcome such a passively institutionalised patriarchy and rise to that rank implied a strength of will that quelled any thoughts of misbehaviour in her.

She shut her eyes tight as she prepared to hear her sentence. Images of getting caught shoplifting flooded back; that horrific moment of being led away, gently but firmly, by the police officers. The look on everyone's face. Even now, she could feel the eyes in the room boring into her. It was the worst thing she could think of, to be a spectacle, to be seen in an embarrassing predicament.

Friday, July 24, 2015

Cheyenne's Barn Thrashing - M/F

Cheyenne walked as fast as she could but couldn't help stumbling. It just wasn't easy since Edward had a firm grasp on her ear as he marched toward the barn. She would have willingly followed him, meek as a lamb to slaughter if only he allowed it. But being dragged by the ear was part of the punishment. A humiliating display to anyone watching that she was being led to the barn for a spanking. In fact, some of the ranch hands were nearby and snickered. They had seen this before. Her face flushed hot even though she couldn't see them. No matter how often she was led to the barn it was as embarrassing as the first time.

Friday, July 10, 2015

Spanking 101

For those of you interested in learning about how to spank, I recommend reading this blog called Spanking 101

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Alice Learn's Who's in Charge (F/F)

I didn't write this but got it from somewhere long ago... enjoy.

"I'm really glad you're going to be our new Mom," said Christie
happily.  "That governess of ours hardly lets us do anything, and she's
really mean.  Do you know she makes us call her 'Miss Barbara'?  And
whenever we break one of her stupid rules, she spanks us just as if we
were little girls.  She even makes me take my panties down and spanks me
on my bare fanny.  She does the same thing to Brenda, and she's seventeen!
 I think we're too old to be spanked."

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

The Quiet Room - Guest fiction followup

An anonymous author has kindly written a followup to the Quiet Room. Guess everyone wants to know if Wendy has what it takes. Read on and enjoy!

As Wendy lifted the strap Mackenzie looked back over her left shoulder and quietly whispered to Wendy " Please don't be too hard " and turned back toward the wall hoping her mother had not heard her plea.

Wendy drew her arm back slightly and flicked her wrist causing the strap to strike Mackenzie's ass at it's reddest point.  Wendy repeated this four times in quick sequence.

Shaking her head Mackenzie's mother stepped over to Wendy saying "this just won't do." "Using your wrist as you were might work for a child or as a warm up but not for a young adult's spanking." " let me show you the correct way to strap a young lady. "

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

The Quiet Room - FF/F

Mackenzie struggled vainly against her mother's grip. Mother was in no mood and was marching steadfastly towards customer service, dragging the reluctant girl behind her. Even though Mackenzie was 18, she was no match for her angry and determined mother. As they approached the counter Mackenzie spotted the girl working the front, Wendy, and blushed.

"Good afternoon. How can I help you?" asked Wendy with a customer service smile.

"I'd like to use one of your Quiet Rooms," replied Mackenzie's mother plainly.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

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

This is another in the series following "Shannon's Spankings"

Finally the door creaked open and Shannon's eyes snapped to the door. A wary Liz poked her head in, secretly hoping Shannon was asleep. When Liz's eyes fell on Shannon's face she gulped. Shannon looked angry.

"Where the hell have you been?" Shannon demanded.

Sheepishly Liz slinked in the room. She closed the door quietly behind her. It was clear she had been out and to a bar. Tight miniskirt, skimpy blouse and lots of makeup.

Monday, January 13, 2014

Ashley and her Mom - Part I (M/F)

I've always been a sucker for a pretty face. Ashley was no exception. I met her at the book store back when book stores were popular. This was before Kindles of course. Now the book stores are mostly shut down. Sad because it was the best place to meet beautiful, intelligent women. Ashley was actually just wandering through to the rest of the mall but I spotted her early and quickly intercepted her with a smile and some harmless question. Before I knew it we were chatting about this and that and I got her number. Soon enough we were an item and things progressed quite quickly.

Thursday, December 5, 2013

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.
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...

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

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.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

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.

Saturday, October 5, 2013

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.

Saturday, September 21, 2013

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.

Thursday, August 15, 2013

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.

Monday, May 13, 2013

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.

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

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."

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

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".

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

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.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

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

Friday, March 29, 2013

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.

Friday, March 15, 2013

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

Monday, February 25, 2013

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

Saturday, February 9, 2013

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.

Friday, February 8, 2013

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
Yes, life was good in Phi Psi. That is, until
one breaks the rules...

Copyright 2013

Tuesday, January 29, 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.

Monday, January 21, 2013

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.

Monday, January 14, 2013

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.

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

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".

Sunday, January 6, 2013

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.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

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.


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.


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