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.  

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.

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.