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

[Continued from Part 2]



"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.

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?" 

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 But alas, the guards had long been replaced by Faith Militant.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.

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…

Shoplifter - F/F

 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!"

Liz Gets Hers - Part 3 (F/F, paddle)

For those that don't know, this is a followup to the series "Shannon's Spankings"

[Continued from Part 2]

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.

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"

[Continued from Part 1]

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.

The Cannery - Part 2 (F/M, tawse)

Continued from Part 1

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.

Shannon's Spankings - Part 4

[Continued from Part 3]

    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.

Shannon's Spankings - Part 3

[Continued from Part 2]

    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."

Shannon's Spankings - Part 2

[Continued from Part 1]

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".