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! 

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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. 

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.

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...

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.