Belgravia: Another Side – Part 2

 

Authors Note: Thus, this is not a stand-alone story. You must read Part 1 in order to understand how the characters got into this situation. Next, the drawing above depicts a "Welcome" to a penal institution, and one occurs at the very end of this part. 

Belgravia: Another Side – Part 1

Having watched and immensely enjoyed the recent series, my thought was to pen a short story from the same time period. Above all else, what I learned from the series is how it was women who actually defended and enforced the class structure of that time. This reminds me of another writer's observation: “It is very remarkable how women are the guardians of the traditions of their own discipline.” 

My goal here then was to weave a tale mixing these two similar, yet radically different ideas together in one story....

How Women Were Flogged in Russian Prisons

I admit that the illustration above is a tad misleading (click on the drawing to see full size).  It came from a book published in Germany in the year 1898, two years before this letter was publish. Nevertheless, it accurately depicts the typical discipline dispensed in prisons ruled by autocratic regimes at that time. Now the letter itself is dated July 25, 1880, but was publish in a book written by a Frenchman named Jean de Villiot in 1900.  There exists a very old English translation, but I've only seen fragments of it. What's posted here is my translation and while not perfect, I believe I've captured the essence of the good doctor's letter.

On the Spot Can Be Better

 

This is my very first Tuttle story. The story posted earlier (Typical Tuttle MIL) is my most recent and there are several in between. It's difficult for us to know what stories to post here. Please feel free to add anonymous or named comments giving us some direction on the kinds of stories you want.  

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.

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.

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. (Click on the pic above to read clearly front and back cover.)

Corporal Punishment was included somewhere in each issue – sometimes it was buried in an article or two, but frequently in the letters section. Mostly the focus was domestic, but not exclusively.  For example, there were numerous letters about the Toronto Women’s Reformatory, Andrew Mercer.

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.

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? 

Orange Turns BLACK AND BLUE

Hello everyone! I'd like to introduce a new guest author Tiredny. 

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.”  

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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
high.

Cheyenne's Barn Thrashing - cont'd

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

[continued from Part 1] 

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.

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.

Belinda's American Education - Stepmother - Part 4

[Continued from Part 3]

DING-DING-DING-DING!  

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?

DING-DING-DING-DING!

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. 

Belinda's American Education - Enrolled - Part 3

[Continued from Part 2]

 “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.”

Belinda's American Education - Corner Time - Part 2

[Continued from Part 1]

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.

Bethany's Woodshed Gets Taken to the Woodshed

 Recent NY Times article about Bethany's Woodshed: 

https://www.nytimes.com/2021/10/03/business/romance-publishing-blushing-erotica.html

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?

Belinda's American Education - M/F - 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.  

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. 

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."

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!!

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.

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. :-(

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.

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.

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.

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.

#TumblrIsDead

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!

strictspanking.bdsmlr.com

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

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…

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.

Susanne's first spanking

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

Enjoy!

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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. 

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.

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.

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.

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!"

The future - part 2 (F/M)

Continued from Part 1

"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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

[Continued from Part 3]

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.

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.

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

[Continued From Part 2]

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.

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.

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?”

Amelia’s Induction (F/F)

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

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“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.

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.

Spanking 101

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

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."

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. "

Wendy handed the strap back to her and Mackenzie felt a shiver of dread knowing her mother was about to take over her strapping.

Mackenzie heard her mother move over to stand beside her left hip and then felt the pressure of the leather strap being held against her throbbing bottom cheeks.

"As you can see I have the strap centered on Mackenzie's bottom so that it makes contact squarely with both cheeks and does not wrap around her right hip upon contact." Mackenzie's mother instructed Wendy.  She then raised the strap up to shoulder level and paused.  "you want to start each stroke from this level and make an arc down toward her bottom."  "For maximum effectiveness picture the impact point on the front side or you may slow down as it gets close to hitting her."

Letting the strap back down by her right side she then placed her left hand on Mackenzie's left hip.

As Mackenzie felt her mother's hand on her she tried to think of some way to not react to the humiliation she was feeling knowing what a show she was giving Wendy.  She decided to try to mentally distract her self from what was going on.

Mackenzie's mother continued, "As you can see by the bright red tone of Mackenzie's bottom I have left a lower portion that needs further attention. " She moved her hand down to the area where Mackenzie's legs met her ass.  "This is referred to as the sit spot and is more sensitive to spanking."  She moved her hand around Mackenzie's under swell and upper thighs.  "Spankings applied here will be felt every time they sit down."  "This is the area I want you to concentrate on by giving her 18 smacks with the strap."

"That should be an appropriate punishment for your bad behavior to Wendy."  "do you feel that is right Mackenzie?" her mother asked.

when she got no response to her question Mackenzie's mother applied 2 hard hand spanks to Mackenzie's ass.  One on each red ass cheek causing Mackenzie to  arch her hips forward from the impact.

" I expect you to answer me immediately when I speak to you Mackenzie." she said.

The sudden pain on her throbbing ass brought Mackenzie back to where she really was. She heard her mother say she expected an answer but did not really remember what it was about.  "I am sorry mother I did not hear what you asked."  " Can you  please ask me again ?"

"I asked if you felt 18 strap strokes on your sit spot would be an appropriate punishment for Wendy to give you." her mother said.

Mackenzie was horrified. It was bad enough that Wendy was going to strap her.  But to agree to 18 strokes on her sit spot was the ultimate humiliation.  Mackenzie thought about it for a few seconds knowing that if she said no then her mother would only increase her punishment.  Hesitantly Mackenzie said  "yes Mother if you think that will be enough than I agree."

"Very well " Mackenzie's mother said.  "Here is how it will be done." " Mackenzie will first apologize for her extremely rude behavior to you Wendy and then will request that you use the strap to give her 18 smacks on her bare sit spot and upper legs. "  "She will keep count for you and any that she misses will not count toward the 18." "After each smack she will thank you for it and request that you give her the next one." "After the 18th she will thank you for the entire 18 and say that she deserved each one."  

"Mackenzie you will speak loud enough that I can hear what you are saying or it will not count . " "Should there be to many mistakes we will start over no matter how many  you have already had."

 " Wendy I expect you to utilize what I showed you and also to take time between each stroke for the previous one to sink in. " "After each 6 I want you to pause and run your hand over Mackenzie's ass to evaluate how it is progressing."

 "Do you both understand what you must do ?"

Wendy nodded that she did and indicated that she was ready.

 Mackenzie said she understood and prepared to do as told.  Mackenzie's mother handed the strap back to Wendy and stepped back to watch saying "alright Mackenzie lets get started."

Mackenzie took 2 deep breaths and then said "Wendy I am truly sorry for the terrible way I treated you the other day.  I deserve to be punished for that."  " Would you please use the leather strap to give me 18 strokes on my bare sit spot and upper legs?"

Wendy said she would and reminded Mackenzie she was to count each one then thank her and request the next one.

"May I please have the first one ?" Mackenzie said. 

Wendy raised the strap to shoulder height and brought it down with as much strength as she could get.  The strap landed squarely across Mackenzie's lower ass cheeks with a loud splat.

 Mackenzie yelped in pain and kicked her feet trying to relieve the pain that radiated from her tender under swell. 

 "ONE"  she said making sure to speak loudly enough for her mother to hear.

"Thank you Wendy, may I please have the next one."

While waiting for a minute for the first smack to radiate thru Wendy saw the red trace where the strap had landed striking both cheeks. 

 Wendy raised the strap again and repeated the previous stroke with the same result.

Mackenzie yelped again as the pain in her tender ass cheeks felt like they were on fire.

 "TWO"  Slowly gathering herself she thanked Wendy and reluctantly asked to receive the next strapping.

"THREE E E "  Again the strap landed across Mackenzie's lower cheeks causing her to arch forward as the pain coursed thru her.  Slowly she returned to her position and thanked Wendy.  Taking a deep breath she said "Wendy please give me the next spank."

Wendy drew back the strap and swung it so that the entire 3 inches of leather hit the back of Mackenzie's legs just below where they met her bottom.  There was the sound of the leather striking bare flesh followed immediately by a loud shriek from Mackenzie.  Wendy paused waiting for Mackenzie to count and request she continue.

"FA-FA-FOUR " Mackenzie finally said thru trembling gasps.  taking her time to continue she finally said "Thank you for that Wendy." "please give me another one."

Wendy drew the strap back and struck once again on Mackenzie's legs.

Mackenzie screamed from the pain radiating from her upper legs and without thinking started to drop her hands down to try to rub away some of the pain.

Thru the pain she heard her mother say "Don't you dare try to rub or protect your ass."  "Get those hands back up now or we will start the count over and after the 18 I will administer an additional strapping as punishment."

Mackenzie quickly returned her hands to the top of her head.  Thru trembling lips she thanked Wendy and requested to be given the next swat.  Suddenly she realized she had forgotten to count the last one.  She quickly said  "FIVE."

"I warned you about making mistakes Mackenzie ." her mother said.  "that last one did not count toward the 18."  "you will count the next one as number 5. " "I would suggest you pay closer attention or this may take a long time to complete."

Wendy applied the next swat back on Mackenzie's lower cheeks.  As the strap struck, Wendy watched how Mackenzie's cheeks wiggled as she returned the strap.

"FIVE"  Mackenzie called out then thanked Wendy and requested the next swat.

With a loud smack Wendy again struck the upper leg area causing Mackenzie to lurch forward and shake her ass trying to alleviate some of the mounting pain.

"SIX" Mackenzie said "thank you for that one .""May I please have another."

Wendy changed the strap to her left hand and turned so her right hand could reach Mackenzie.  Reaching out she placed her hand on Mackenzie's left hip just below her waist.  She then drew her palm slowly down the left cheek until she reached Mackenzie's leg.  Moving her hand across to the right leg she slowly brought her hand up and across Mackenzie's right cheek.  As she did this she felt the warmth and was amazed by the red coloration already present compared to her own hand.

When Mackenzie felt Wendy's hand rest on her left hip she was absolutely horrified.  It was terrible enough knowing she was naked on display and being spanked by Wendy but now she also had to submit to her examination.  As Wendy's hand traveled down one side and back up the other just the pressure was enough to cause flashes of pain in her bottom.

Wendy stepped back into position and took the strap back in her right hand. Raising her arm she delivered the next spank.  This continued for the next 6 swats with them being spread from sit spot  to legs.  As with the first ones Mackenzie continued to count, thank Wendy and request the next one.  By the time that they had done the twelfth one Mackenzie had broken down and was starting to sob from the pain.  She also had been pleading for it to stop as she did not think she could take any more.

Once again Wendy used her hand to examine Mackenzie's bottom.  As she drew her hand down the left cheek and back up the right one she saw Mackenzie flinching with each touch.  It was very obvious that any contact was causing Mackenzie pain and the flesh was now a uniform bright red.

As Wendy turned to deliver the final 6 spanks she was stopped by Mackenzie's mother.

"You are doing a very good job of spanking my daughter." Mackenzie's mother told Wendy.  "However I think we need to make a slight change to how we are doing it for the final 6."

 "Mackenzie get down off the bench ,step back, bend over and place your forearms flat on the seat with you facing the wall." " Arch your back so that your bare bottom and legs are completely available to receive a hard strapping."  Mackenzie did as told realizing that this now presented her naked and vulnerable for anything that was to come.  "you no longer have to count or thank or request the next one Mackenzie."

Wendy I want you to give her the final 6 starting at the top of her bottom and descending down to her legs. "  " Make the strap strike so that the upper edge lands where the bottom of the previous one landed." " I want to see a uniform red across her entire ass." "Do you understand what I mean Wendy ?"

Wendy replied "Yes mam I believe I do"

"excellent give them quickly and hard with minimum hesitation" Mackenzie's mother said. Turning to Mackenzie she said " I expect you to remain in position thru this entire portion with your back arched to present a clear target for the strap."

When Mackenzie's mother had stepped back to observe Wendy moved into position to deliver the final spanks.  Drawing her arm back she delivered the first one near the top of Mackenzie's bottom.  Almost immediately she delivered the next ones with no delay between them.  By the time she had given Mackenzie all 6 Mackenzie was in tears and attempting to subdue the intense pain she felt. Mackenzie's ass was a brilliant red from top to  bottom.

After she felt Wendy's hand leave her burning bottom Mackenzie remembered what she still had to do.  Drawing in a deep breath she said "Thank you for giving me 18 sound strapping's on my bare bottom and legs.  For the way I treated you I deserved each and every one and hope you feel this was enough punishment.

Stepping back over, Mackenzie's mother told Wendy she appreciated her assistance and she could go.  Mackenzie heard the door open and close as she remained bent over on display for her mother.

Reaching down and getting Mackenzie by the ear her mother escorted her over to the wall where she had been placed earlier.  "Mackenzie you are to stand here facing the wall with your spanked ass on display for the next 10 minutes.  I want you to place your hands crossed behind you at the small of your back while  holding  this strap. If you move or drop the strap I will give you another strapping on your obviously tender bottom.  She then handed the strap to Mackenzie as she  got in the ordered position.

After 10 minutes Mackenzie's mother called her over to where she was sitting on the bench.  For the entire 10 minutes she had been watching Mackenzie stand on display.  "Bring your clothes over here." she said.

Mackenzie retrieved her clothes from where they were and stood in front of her mother still teary eyed and looking down.  "You may get dressed" her mother said.

Mackenzie laid her clothing down on the bench and picked up her panties intending to pull them on.  "give me those" her mother said.  "you will not have those to use as protection from the those tight pants you chose to wear. "  Mackenzie handed her panties to her mother and reached for her pants. She bent over and stepped into each leg of her pants and started to bring them up.. As they reached the upper portion of her legs where Wendy had strapped her she felt intense pain and burning.  As she tried to pull them over her reddened bottom the pain was like being strapped again.  She pulled them back down to mid-thigh and said "I don't know how I am going to get these on my bottom is so tender."

Mackenzie's mother gave her a stern look and told her " You should have considered that when you originally wore them."  "Your choice is to either put them on or go out thru the store with your well spanked bare bottom on display."  "I would imagine the people out there seeing your reddened bottom  would understand why you were not wearing them."

Mackenzie knew that her mother was quite serious about the choices she had. Mackenzie grabbed the waist of her pants and pulled hard to get them over her enflamed ass.  As she pulled them over her lower cheeks they caused the flesh to compress and roll.  Suffering thru intense pain she was finally able to get them all the way up but now had to button and zip them  After doing this there was now a constant throb of pain and burning where the coarse material of her pants irritated her bottom flesh.  Tucking her sox in her pockets and slipping into her shoes let her avoid the pain of having to sit down and pull them on.

When her mother got up and started for the door Mackenzie wiped her eyes with her hand to try to hide she had been crying.  As she walked toward the door the movement of her bottom against her pants caused her flashes of pain.   She regretted having chosen tight jeans to wear because they had rough material in direct contact with her burning bottom.

When they got outside of the room they were at the service desk where Mackenzie saw Wendy standing and watching.  Mackenzie's mother spoke to Wendy. "Thank you for the use of the quiet room and the personal assistance you delivered Wendy."

Looking intently at Mackenzie's face Wendy replied "I am glad I could provide what you requested."  "Should you ever need anything again feel free to let me know ."  Wendy had  a knowing smile on her face.

Mackenzie was sure that her face was probably as red as her bottom upon hearing  Wendy.  Was Wend indicating that she wanted another chance to give her another spanking.

Mackenzie's mother said " I will keep that in mind." as she started to leave.  Wendy watched them leave seeing how Mackenzie squirmed with each step as she followed her mother and pictured in her mind what she had just witnessed in the quiet room. She wondered how long it would be before Mackenzie would be able to sit without experiencing pain and quietly laughed.