The Spanking Machine

All that I ask is that you be kind to me with this story. Today I was going through an old external drive and I found a spanking story that I wrote 15 years ago in 2003. The chances are, unless you are a Windsor stalker, lol, that hardly any of you would have read the story. It was on a spanking site for a few years but it disappeared over a decade ago.

Of course 15 years ago I couldn’t write for shit either, and I’m sure some would say the same now. So while the nucleus of the original story remains, large portions of it were rewritten or added to, so much so that the story is 50% longer now than when I started editing it.

There’s an old saying though, you can put lipstick on a sow, but it is still a sow. Regardless THOUGH, I do hope that some of you find a way to enjoy a new spanking story that will probably appear a little bit amateurish. BTW, I found the image below on the web, if it is yours then please let me know and I will credit you.

THE SPANKING MACHINE

Sal was a carpenter by trade who took on many private assignments, one such assignment that he was currently working on was from a video company for him to produce a computerized spanking machine. His knowledge of computer technology was good, but he had enlisted an expert to assist in the project.

Stephanie had been going steady with Sal for 18 months now. Though spanking was not a part of Sal and Stephanie’s life, the spanking machine was something that intrigued her curiosity a lot. Sal was going away on a business meeting for a few days and Stephanie had the keys to his place. There was a curiosity itch that needed to be scratched, and curiosity had got to this cat.

One day when Sal was away and Stephanie had the day off, her plan was to involve a snooping mission at Sal’s place. As soon as she arrived at his place she went to the basement where the spanking machine was located. Sal had already told her that it was finished other than some varnishing, so naturally she wanted to show her appreciation for his workmanship, I mean, why else would she want to see the finished product? Once Stephanie made her way to the basement she found the manual for the spanking machine and started to flip through the pages. The manual explained all of the different levels and intensity of the settings, the wooden hand was programmed to land in 32 different strike zones, which, considering the size of it, would also strike multiple times in other zones, the machine would start slow and then quicken as it progressed based on the numbers that had been entered into it. Once programmed, there was a locking device which went over the waist tightly and a lock which pinned the right arm around the wrist.

Stephanie must have read the manual from front to back to make sure that she understood every single detail. Some would say perhaps, that in her mind she wanted to make fully sure that there was no chance of a malfunction. In hindsight, if she hadn’t skimmed over one section she would have been able to read about the important buttons that were situated on the left side of the panel. As the mechanical locking device came from her left side, it almost served as a body as it prevented her from moving that hand back. This was important for two reasons, firstly for a level of authenticity, but also because this was the hand to activate the emergency device buttons that were on the panel.

If Stephanie had read that part it might have saved her from the reading every page in the manual, especially as the thought only crossed her mind the moment she put her hand down her side and it was locked beside her hip. What if the machine malfunctioned, how would she get out? Those details were noted on page 23, the two emergency buttons on the control panel were as basic as they could be. One was to stop the machine, the second was to activate an emergency release on the locking device, a built in safety mechanism.

Stephanie pondered the machine and with a devilish grin she decided to try it out. With the controls she figured to be safe she would set it at medium, and as it had 32 areas of landing she chose 64 spanks, then finally set 2 minutes for the machine to be activated. She pulled her jeans down but decided to offer herself the protection of her pink nylon panties. Over the lap area of the machine she placed herself, wriggling to find the most comfortable position, she giggled and tried to remember how long it had been since she had been in this position, now in her early 20’s she knew it had been many years. Of course if she had remembered then she would have left her jeans up for sure, the only barrier her panties were going to provide was purely a psychological one.

The machine set into action, first her hand slotted into the lock by her waist for her wrist, which was then quickly followed by the lock going over her back. The lock kind of hurt a bit, but ten out of ten for construction, it effectively pinned her to a point where she could barely move her upper body. Only now did Stephanie begin to think this isn’t such a good idea as she looked over her shoulder awaiting the first swat. The thirty seconds remaining felt like thirty minutes as she stared as best should could. The wooden hand was only barely in her peripheral vision and the only thing she could really see was the crown of her upturned bottom. There was a whirring from the machine and Stephanie sucked on her bottom lip, half in anticipation and the other half in fear.

The spanking began, CRACK… “Yeoow, MOTHER OF PEARL” she screamed as the hard wooden hand slapped onto her right cheek, it stung like the dickens. WHACK, the fire then spread to her left cheek, she pulled at her hand to escape but there was no escaping, smack, smack, smack, smack, only six spanks in and already she was shouting out utterances of pain, if Stephanie had have known how much the wooden hand paddle would sting then the machine would have been set to mild instead of medium without a shadow of a doubt.

One thing was abundantly clear, the thin pink panties were of no consequence at all to the fearsome sting of the wooden hand. In no particular order the wooden hand warmed her fanny from the tops of her thighs right to the top of her panties, smack, whack, slap… OW, ouch, yeoow. Instinct told her to plead her case with a sorry, but what good would it do, slap, smack, spank,… ouch, ouch, ow. If anyone had of been walking past they would have assuredly thought that a naughty girl was getting her long overdue comeuppance.

The machine was now picking up pace and she hardly had enough time to finish an ouch before the next spank landed. She kicked her legs wildly and begged for the machine to stop, her ass was on fire and she had tears rolling down her cheeks, crack, whack, slap,… ooh, yowch, ow. Not that her panties had offered her any protection anyway, but with her wild gyrations they had now ridden up to a point that it was practically a bare bottom spanking.

The spanking machine abruptly stopped, Stephanie swiveled her hips to try and eliminate some of the sting as she impatiently waited for the machine to release her. Finally the locking devices unclamped and she was able to stand and almost immediately she furiously rubbed at her brightly glowing well spanked red seat. “Holy Shit” she exclaimed out loud as she rubbed tears from her eyes, I’ll be buggered if I try that again she thought as she went upstairs still rubbing her bottom with her jeans at her knees, making her shuffle her feet.

The first thing she saw was a dishcloth, Stephanie ran it under the cold water tap and placed the damp cloth over her well spanked rear end, it didn’t even occur to her at that point that she was still wearing her panties, such was the stinging sensation throbbing on top of her bottom. After the dishcloth was left in place for 5 minutes, Stephanie went to the hallway mirror to survey the damage, she just could not believe how bright scarlet her bottom was, she prayed it would not bruise too bad. Then her thoughts went back to that awful machine, Jesus Christ, how could I smile and think it would be a bit of fun, she chastised herself, while at the same time reminding herself to not let her curiosity ever get the better of her again. This was one lesson she never wanted repeated, EVER.

Part 2:  

Stephanie had returned to her home in Westchester County the following day before heading in to the City to work, she had packed some clothes and decided to stay over at Sal’s in Brooklyn that night. Her friend Juliette lived in Brooklyn also, so she planned to visit with her right after work.

During the day at work, Stephanie had a hard time sitting still, every time she slid in her chair a little it caused her to wince. After work she boarded the D train which took her to Seventh Ave in Park Slope where her friend Juliette lived, this was only a short walk to Sal’s place on Prospect Ave.

Once she reached her destination she greeted her friend with a big hug and then they set out on their way. The girls chatted away as normal until Stephanie asked Juliette if she remembered the spanking machine that Sal was making for that film company.

“Of course” Juliette smiled

“Well last night like an idiot I decided to try it out” Stephanie said giggling,

“Did you really”? Juliette quipped excitedly “was it fun”?

“Not in the least, no sir” Stephanie replied “I felt like a well spanked 10 year old when it was all over”

“I bet you loved every minute of it, what did you do later on that night I wonder, I’m sure you took a friend to bed with you while your bottom tingled, I know I would have” Juliette teased.    

“I very much doubt you would, the wooden hand made my butt bright red and made the seat of my panties feel like they had been pulled from an oven”  

“I doubt if that was the only thing that felt like an oven” Juliette wisecracked and both girls burst out laughing.  

The same curiosity that had intrigued Stephanie was now consuming Juliette’s mind, maybe she could walk Stephanie to Sal’s. The thought of having her bottom spanked like a naughty girl, then coming home and spending some time with her mechanical friend, was tying her stomach in knots. As the night went on, Juliette would make the occasional remark about the spanking machine. Stephanie finally decided to make way and Juliette said she would walk her home,

“You don’t have to do that, I’m Okay” Stephanie stated

“No, I want to, maybe I can see how the spanking machine works….. or feel how it works” Juliette said giggling.  

“I can tell you my dear, 64 spanks with that wooden hand, with only your panties in the way and you will be crying like a naughty schoolgirl, believe me”      

Juliette had butterflies in her tummy with excitement as they walked through the streets of Brooklyn, in 10 short minutes they were in Sal’s basement surveying the machine, Juliette was now giggling but in a slightly nervous manner, she was determined to follow through however. After a brief chit chat about the programming, Juliette completely removed her jeans and fixed her hi cut white nylon panties behind her, Stephanie smirked to herself as she watched Juliette, she could see her lily white bottom which had little protection and was actually quite looking forward to watching it become bright red.

Juliette approached the lap area and sexily wiggled her butt before bending over with her bottom perched in the air. As Stephanie began programming the control, Juliette subconsciously was still trying to maximize the use of her panties behind her. With the machine set, Stephanie directed Juliette to put her hand in the lock on the floor. Her hand now locked and the mechanical arm locking in to place, 22 year old Juliette began to kick her feet exclaiming nervously “oooooooohhhh” as butterflies went through her tummy. Stephanie remembered it took about thirty seconds before the spanking began so she walked past Juliette and playfully stated “So this naughty girl deserves a spanking does she”? All the while crisply smacking Juliette’s pantied rump.

“Hey, cut that out” Juliette said before she was cut off in mid sentence by the sound of the machine began to whir, she put her head down and murmured “hmmmmmmm” and then it began, WHACK, “Whoa” Juliette cried … whack, smack, slap, ohh, ow, ouch, crack, smack, ouch, ouch, … Stephanie watched diligently as her friends butt began to redden very quickly under the wooden hand and broke out into a smile that a Cheshire cat would have been proud of. Juliette on the other hand thought that it was pretty much what she expected it to be, especially as one who had never been a stranger to a parental spanking when one was required, which in her case was far above average. As much as she kicked her legs in an unladylike manner and squealed and cried at the unrelenting spanking, she was taking an unusual comfort from being spanked in this manner. Stephanie marveled at Juliette’s ability to not be crying at this point as her little bottom was rosy red, she was far more resilient than Stephanie herself had been when she was getting spanked.

It was only 30 seconds more before the spanking was complete and Juliette had stopped kicking by the time the machine delivered its final flurry. In seconds Juliette was able to stand up with two welled up eyes. She rubbed at the intense heat coming from her seat and did the time honored spanking dance, something that she had personally perfected more times than she would care to admit. Juliette felt awfully strange about the spanking, while it hurt like the dickens, she felt a strange feeling of satisfaction inside of her, perhaps it had been so long since she had had a spanking that she felt it was the needed bit of guidance that she was lacking in her life.

Not much more was said between the two and before long, Juliette was marching her well spanked bottom home, knowing full well she would be masturbating for a long time that night. She did resolve to herself though to try and pay one more visit before Sal returned from his trip. Stephanie was pretty quiet, she had enjoyed watching the spanking but felt a little bad at Juliette’s demeanor after the spanking. Realistically she had nothing to worry about from Juliette’s post spanking placid frame of mind. The two of them had grown up in different environments, what Stephanie assumed was a deep embarrassment from Juliette was so far from the truth. Her demeanor after the spanking was simply the grounding of being brought back to reality, like a steadying of the mind, the feeling a naughty girl gets after a spanking no matter her age.

Stephanie decided to go back to the basement after her friend left to put the machine back as she had found it. As Stephanie approached the machine she cried “Holy Fuck” as she noticed that the mechanical arm had not returned to its proper slot once the machine had been switched off. Now her fear was genuine, there was a nauseous well forming in the pit of her stomach. Stephanie played with the controls for two hours trying to fix the spanking machine but it was all to no avail. She was really upset at herself because of all of the hard work Sal had put in to making the machine for his client “How the hell am I going to explain this to Sal”? She said to herself as she began to think up excuses. That was just a natural reaction for Stephanie, because if the truth was known, she was as honest as the day is long. The only thing that Stephanie had to look forward to was staring at her feet and twiddling her fingers as she explained to Sal what really happened.

It was a really sad feeling that she had at that point, and it was no better in the morning as she once more tried to fix the damn machine. There was a trust that had been broken, one that she wasn’t sure whether or not it could be repaired. This was going to be the longest two days of her life.

12th Anniversary

December 24th, 2006 was the day that I decided to start this blog, a full 12 years ago. Now I know that there are spanking blogs that have been around longer than mine, but I’m hard pressed to think of more than two at this moment in time that are currently active.

If I’m not mistaken then the aptly titled SPANKING BLOG is the longest running spanking blog out there, starting in 2003. And Bonnie’s BOTTOM SMARTS predates my blog by a year. Are there any other spanking blogs that started in 2006 or before? CHROSS also started a few months before me but his site hasn’t been updated for nearly a year so I don’t know if it will remain a non active site or not.

Twelve years ago today I made two posts, firstly the spanking Christmas card shown below as I set the blog up, and then I posted THIS STORY. Coincidentally, does anyone remember what my blog was called before I renamed it to my stage name back in 2008?

Technically I am “Working” from home today, so I can’t do a super long post, but later tonight I am going to write part two of my MOTHER SPANKS DAUGHTER – OVERHEARD story. This one will be titled Mother Spanks Daughter – The Best Friend.

For those of you who celebrate it, a Merry Christmas to you all, keep checking back daily as I am going to be posting frequently moving forward.

Observed Spankings

As you know I am currently in Tokyo and I don’t have access to my spanking files,  so as it is laundry day I will have to make something up on the fly.

Going through my fictional stories there are four occasions where the spanking being given was observed,  and I have to admit I do enjoy a story where there is a third party present. That could take the shape of the third party who is next in line for a spanking,  or someone who isn’t getting spanked but perhaps should be,  or the third option,  someone witnessing a miscreant getting a much deserved spanking as perhaps an added embarrassment for the person being spanked. Two of my stories are birthday spanking stories,  one where the other two girls are likely to get a spanking in the future 3 GIRLS,  and the other a playful camp scenario witnessed by the camp directors wife,  JANE’S BIRTHDAY SPANKING. The third story features a girlfriend playfully spanking her boyfriend,  only to be caught by her mom. She then has to watch as her mom spanks her boyfriend and then the roles are reversed,  THE FLY ON THE WALL. Lastly,  it is an almost observed spanking as a boyfriend listens to his girlfriend get spanked,  though future episodes will feature observed spankings starting with the girlfriends best friend getting it,  MOTHER SPANKS DAUGHTER.

Obviously being a person who goes to spanking parties,  you can generally bank on observing dozens of spankings,  but what I am thinking of is more personal spankings. Even as someone who has filmed many scenes for others, it is rare to feel like you are witnessing something personal.

There was one notable exception a few years ago and that was a spanking I filmed for DANA SPECHT and SARAH GREGORY.  In this scene Sarah had spent $500 on a credit card,  in fact the scene might even have been a real one,  and Dana decided that was worthy of 500 spanks. It’s been a while but I think Dana spanked Sarah over her panties for the first hundred and the rest were bare. What I vividly recall was that Dana was determined from the start,  there was no warm up and as I was mere feet away I got to see first hand just how hard Dana can spank when she sets her mind to it. In fact early on I was thinking how is Sarah ever going to get through 500! She did,  but boy was her butt red by the end!!

So what about you?  Did you ever witness or hear a spanking that you didn’t expect?  Perhaps someone saw or heard you being spanked that caused embarrassment?  If not,  perhaps you have been offered a front row seat,  who would you love to watch get spanked and by who?  COMMENT HERE.

Mother Spanks Daughter - Overheard

There are many different facets that developed this story,  all of which came to a head this past weekend that made me want to put all of the pieces down and create a story about it. Normally I go for a bit older than some of the characters in this story  (All still adult)  but as we are dealing with a Mother spanking a daughter I had to have some semblance of believabality to it.

The components are as follows. As you will constantly from my popular posts,  the mother spanking daughter pics is always at the top. Combine that with the recent story survey and more people were okay with a full spanking given over panties than I expected. As this is my preference then this is the route that I went. The first two girls that I would visit to spank both lived in apartment complex’  and I can guarantee that many of those spankings were heard. Then we have the unexpected witness part. This once happened to me at a party,  I was asked if I would be the cameraman for a mother and daughter spanking scene between Dana Specht and Sarah Gregory. So I got to spy on it from mere feet away a mother giving her daughter one spank for every one of the $500 she had spent. That was just about as real a hand spanking as I have seen,  and I got to be the unexpected witness to it. Finally,  there have been many stories written about overheard spankings or being an unexpected witness to a spanking and I enjoy them a lot,  so a thank you to all of the authors who helped to sow this seed in my mind. You can add your thoughts in the form below,  or,  you can also email me at richardofwindsor@gmail.com if you don’t wish to use the form if you have feedback.

Mother Spanks Daughter  –  Overheard

It was in the fall of 1986 that Tim started to date Elaine. She lived in an apartment complex with her mom and he lived with his parents a few miles away.

Tim had observed that her mom was a bit old fashioned,  in fact when they started dating,  Mrs. Ferris called the pair of them in and set a strict guideline of rules about what they could and could not do. When she brought up what level of physical interaction was allowed,  both Tim and his 18 year girlfriend blushed furiously. Not because the pair of them hadn’t already broken a number of the rules,  but just the fact that this woman in her mid 40’s was saying things like  “At no time will there be touching of the penis or breasts”

In that realm there hadn’t been,  so Mrs Ferris had nothing to worry about,  though I dare say that she wouldn’t have approved during their necking sessions. Still,  Elaine had a good head on her shoulders and no matter what Tim had for future plans,  she already had her own set of rules as to how far she would allow things to go.

An incident occurred three months into their relationship that completely changed the dynamic. Tim and Elaine had received permission from her mom to attend a concert but she set a strict curfew of 11pm,  the concert should be over by 9.30pm so they had ample time to get home. Tim even smiled to himself that he would probably get an hour in the backseat of the car with her before she had to go indoors.

The event was wonderful for the pair of them and their friends who joined them in a double date,  a real bonding session that seemed to strengthen their relationship. After the concert was over their friends asked if they wanted to get something to eat. Elaine was rather skittish about the idea but her friend,  Bri,  talked her into it. If Elaine had one really bad cross to bear,  it was that she let Bri talk her into many things that she later regretted.

“The concert has just finished,  Lainey”  said Bri  “We’re going to be stuck in traffic for half an hour anyway,  we just as well let it clear first”

Tim concurred  “Bri’s right,  we have plenty of time to get you home”

Elaine begrudgingly agreed,  rationalizing that they had 90 minutes and the ride home was roughly 35 minutes,  so they all hopped over to the pizzeria opposite the venue for a short while.

As they ate Tim did notice that Elaine was somewhat quiet and that she checked her watch several times,  but for the most part he thought that was because she didn’t want to be there,  though she was polite during the gathering. By the time 10pm came Elaine was starting to usher people out,  doing her best not to let the conversation drag as it seemed to be doing. It wasn’t until 10:10pm that they got in the car. Elaine was a bit pensive at this,  they had a spare 15 minute window which in her mind was cutting it fine.

Once Tim starting driving it appeared to the entire world that Elaine was looking at her watch every 90 seconds,  they had only proceeded ten minutes into their journey when disaster struck. It occurred to none of them that on this night the local college football team had their opening match of the season. Each minute along the route the traffic started to get heavier and heavier,  60mph soon became 20mph,  crawling down to a near stop once they hit the thick of it.

By the time the traffic had fallen back into a normal pattern,  it was 10:50pm and there were still 15 miles to go before they reached home. Elaine’s only hope was that they were just a few minutes late and the hope that her mom would be reasonable,  which she had been in the past. All of this of course would have been relevant if the last 15 miles were at 60mph from pillar to post,  but of course it never is. Once you reach town you are in a 45mph zone and those last few miles always have traffic lights that Elaine already knew from previous excursions had formed a conspiracy against her.

The ride through town had been virtually silent,  it was already 11pm when they entered,  and those last five miles had been a painful stop/start journey which they are in any town. It was about ten minutes after eleven that Elaine looked into her lap,  a pout forming that Tim neglected to notice,  she already knew that the horse had bolted the gate. While Mama was fair about most things,  staying out late beyond the designated time was not one of the areas she was fair about. Like any concerned parent,  the worry about her daughter’s safety began long before 11pm,  in fact it would be fair to say that it was a lifetime attachment. In Mrs. Ferris’ eyes,  breaking curfew was the height of disrespectful behavior,  a path Elaine had walked down a half dozen times over the years. As Tim opened the car door at 11:18pm,  a brief thought entered her mind,  but the thought disappeared as quickly as it entered,  it mattered not that she was 18 years old.

Tim walked Elaine to the door in abject silence,  he felt bad for her,  but mostly bad for himself as he didn’t even get to have a kiss and fondle session before they said goodbye for the night. Elaine rang the bell and looked at her feet as she waited for the door to open,  when it did she looked up,  that was the confirmation that she needed,  the fairness quadrant had been used up. Mrs. Ferris looked at Tim and curtly said in a polite a tone as she could manage  “Goodnight,  Timothy”  and then turning to her daughter she added  “You,  inside”!

As Tim headed to his car a sentence went through his head  “Timothy,  pfft,  stuck up old boot”. He hadn’t been called Timothy in a decade. Tim got in the car and started the engine,  then noticed Elaine’s makeup kit on the passenger side floor. It was a case of in for a penny,  in for a pound,  the damage had already been done and he already knew that he wasn’t going to be able to see Lainey for a while after this anyway,  he was pretty sure of that vibe. He wouldn’t cause any further damage by returning her makeup kit as well.

Tim started to walk back to the apartment complex expecting to hear a war of words going on,  but as he drew closer he heard something completely different,  it was like they were actually fighting. It stopped almost as soon as it started,  and he was just about to ring the bell when he heard Elaine shouting  “No, Mom,  I’m sorry,  we got stuck in traffic”

He didn’t hear anything from Mrs. Ferris,  the next sound he heard was like the one he heard before,  only this time is was crisper and more distinct. He heard the sound about ten times before it fully hit him….  “Oh my god,  she’s getting a spanking”

He stood there with his mouth open as he listened outside the door,  then he worked out what was different,  she must have been getting a spanking on her dress as he had walked up,  and now,  oh my god,  her mom must have pulled it up and now she is getting spanked on the seat those pale pink nylon panties that he caught a glimpse of when she got out of the car. That image stirred red hot emotions in him and in seconds something was straining the front of his pants.

Inside the house that is exactly what was going on,  Elaine was face down over her mother’s lap as she had been dozens of times before over the years,  and the firm maternal hand of justice was being applied to the thin seat of her nylon panties just as it had been dozens of times before as well. The routine was well established by now,  Elaine dutifully complied when told to adopt the bottoms up position,  her mom took her right wrist and tucked it into the side of her body which also secured her into a position where she could neither break free nor put her hand back to protect herself. Finally,  her legs were well clear of the floor which allowed her to kick them at will,  something that she made full use of.

Elaine’s bottom was already a darker shade of color than her pink panties were and would end up no doubt glowing like a beacon if history was any indication. Many times in post spanking days Elaine had often joked to herself,  if there were such a thing as the spanking Olympics her mom was guaranteed to be in with a chance at a medal,  definitely if it was an endurance event as she seemed to have an endless source of energy.

Minutes passed and the only sounds that Tim heard were the sounds of a maternal palm striking a naughty girl’s bottom,  and the cries and yelps and pleas of his girlfriend. The spanking sounds were as obvious as anything could be,  and Tim looked around,  thinking to himself that if this was in the daytime,  then any of the neighbors would be able to hear the sounds of a spanking,  as well as anyone walking by the apartment. If only he knew that not every community was like the community he grew up in.

Not that Mrs. Ferris ever needed to count,  but at around this point her firm,  paddle like hand,  had landed around 350 times over the last five minutes. Perhaps it was because of her own spankings in the 1950’s,  and that of her two sisters at the hands of their own mother that she rarely felt the need to pull Elaine’s panties down,  though it was an option that was always on the table,  or it could have been that her panties were so thin anyway that it made zero difference. Through years of experience Mrs. Ferris knew that because Elaine’s feet didn’t touch the floor,  and with all of the kicking that she did,  her panties would gradually ride up anyway,  meaning that at least for the last minute or two she had been bare bottomed for all intent and purpose anyway.

Time had stood still for Tim,  he had no idea how long he had been stood there. When there were no more sounds to be heard he snapped back into realization and quickly abandoned the idea of returning the makeup kit,  instead making a hasty retreat to his car with a thousand thoughts running through his mind. He was still in a state of shock that his girlfriend still got spanked at her age,  but he also had wicked thoughts of getting that brat over his own knee as well.

Inside the house Elaine had stood up and straightened her panties,  and now two hands were furiously rubbing the thin nylon seat of them. She made her own way to bed,  knowing that any discussion would take place in the morning. She wasn’t stupid enough to know that a spanking would be the be all and end all,  oh no,  there was still going to be a grounding and a further tightening of boundaries that would last for a period of time before they were relaxed again.

Once she arrived in her bedroom she cracked the window to get a breeze in,  and then lay face down on the bed with a bottom as bright as Rudolph’s nose. If only Tim had stuck around,  he would have been sure to catch a glimpse every time the curtain occasionally blew back,  in fact he more than likely would have tried to jump through the security bars once she lifted her hips and slowly drew her panties down over her flaming fanny. He wouldn’t have been the first person to see the aftereffects of a spanking through that window,  nor had he been the first person to hear the sounds of a good sound spanking coming from that apartment,  far from it,  indeed,  over the years Elaine had on many an occasion herself had a good snicker at the sounds of someone else getting a spanking in the complex. It’s always a lot funnier to hear a spanking going on when you aren’t the one getting it.

This was the community that she grew up in,  what had happened this night was as normal to the community as the daily newspaper. She protested a little bit while getting spanked,  but she had already resigned herself long before it happened that she was going to get a spanking. She didn’t even consider it unusual at her age,  she just naturally assumed that as long as she lived under her mother’s roof it was going to happen. At least she had been spared the indignity of a bare bottom spanking,  something that being 20 minutes late past curfew was not guaranteed.

As she lay there feeling the breeze on her butt,  she switched out the light. Her mind now thinking how long she is going to be grounded for,  it was Bri’s birthday in two weeks,  there was a good chance that any restriction would have been lifted before then. She then snubbed her nose at the thought of Bri,  she was partially to blame for her spanking in the first place.

Story Results Coming

I’m determined to post the results of the story poll that I did either tonight or tomorrow. So far I have received over 400 responses which is outstanding,  so I want to break down each section properly. If you still want to add your views the poll is at the bottom of the photo.

The Making Of A Story

While I was in Vegas,  the following image appeared on my Twitter feed. I stood there with my mouth agape,  what an awesome picture of a mother spanking her daughter. What makes picture images even more awesome is that you get to decide what is happening. This tweet is embedded with the permission of Miss Hardcastle.

If you click on the image then be sure to hit the love button on the photo,  let them know that you enjoyed their contribution.

This photo above I don’t think that you need to be a genius to guess why the spanking might be taking place. I see a gymslip,  in fact a full school outfit,  but one item of clothing seems a little out of place for a schoolgirl to be wearing!!

When that photo went up it immediately gave me an idea for a story. Of course in my world the panties would be white,  but either way mum is going to turn what’s under them bright red. You can imagine her school friend watching,  knowing she also was in on the inappropriate school wear caper.

So that brings me onto the topic of spanking stories,  the type of stories that I like,  and the types that I don’t like. At the bottom of this post there will be a survey on spanking stories,  only fill it out if you so wish. Obviously I have written many stories so you will already know what I like,  and if you want to read my stories you can do so by clicking either of the links below.

RICHARD WINDSOR’S FICTIONAL SPANKING STORIES

RICHARD WINDSOR’S REAL LIFE SPANKING STORIES

Now it was once said to me when I opened a story and then closed it that nobody can tell whether they like a spanking story or not within ten seconds. (They have a block in place to stop stories being opened quickly for bandwidth reasons) I disagree with that though,  there are many times that I can tell within the opening paragraph whether I will like the story or not. If any story starts with the following  “It was 1856”,  or  “It was year 2194”  then I simply cannot read them. I get nothing from futuristic spankings,  and Victorian era spankings will perhaps get the quickest closing from me. If a spanking isn’t in the time frame from the 1950’s until the modern era,  then it is going to be almost impossible for me to read it.

Similarly,  I also have a big aversion to daddy spanks daughter spanking stories. If it is well written and somewhat dignified,  then I can read one if it is a believable story. With that said,  if within the first paragraph or two the girl has been made to strip nude,  then I am long gone. In fact it would be fair to say that my mindset is such that anytime a girl is made to strip nude in any scenario then I am going to have a difficult time reading the story.

Obviously this extends beyond just a written story. If I do a roleplay then pretty much everything that I have written above would also apply.

We then get into the level of severity,  and once again my real life also applies to my stories and the stories that I like reading. There is nothing wrong with a good sound spanking,  but when it gets into certain levels of severity then I lose focus and the spanking story becomes completely unbelievable based on the story that has been laid out before us. Now don’t get me wrong,  I understand that for a lot of people the severity of the spanking is the most important thing,  both in real life and in the written word. For me though the severity of the spankings that I give are somewhat reminiscent to the stories that I write and the stories that I like to read. In the fantasy world of hardest spanker at a spanking party,  you won’t find my name anywhere near the top of the list. There is a certain way that I like to play and I am more than content with that style.

And one final thing that I have to mention that I don’t like before I get into what I do like,  and that is related to exposure and sexual interaction. You have read from me many times that I abhor seeing any form of gratuitous vaginal exposure in spanking photos. It is hardwired for me,  something that I can’t change,  the moment that I see it then I will not watch a video or view a photoset if the primary focus is actually on the genital exposure and the spanking is secondary. That goes for stories as well,  spanking is a completely separate entity for me on film and in the written word. I want the sole focus to be on the spanking itself. If there is a domestic scene that involves some form of lovemaking afterwards,  at a real stretch I can read it providing again that the primary focus is on the spanking itself. A lot of the reasons that I no longer go to spanking sites is that the exposure level seems to have increased dramatically over the years,  and genital exposure is the antithesis of what I want to see in a spanking video. I understand that I am in the minority on this,  but you can’t teach an old dog new tricks,  it is what it is.

Now for the ideas that I do like.

Many times in my stories you will see that it involves a neighbor,  that is because I am one of those people who strongly avoids family based spanking stories. There are probably going to be one or two that I have written that do involve a family member,  but almost exclusively it will either be just a birthday spanking or at worst a mother/daughter spanking. The only one that comes to mind is the mother/daughter spanking in my story THE FLY ON THE WALL.

This is a topic that I have discussed with DANA SPECHT in our annual interviews several times,  especially when she is talking about roleplays that she does. I’m not alone having those thoughts by all accounts,  there are many people like me who simply have to disassociate immediate family and that is where the ever helpful spanking neighbours come in. Now let me clarify something before I go any further,  on film,  and on film only,  I have absolutely no problem with mother/daughter spanking scenes. I don’t read stories so much about that scenario,  but I can watch,  and do enjoy,  video presentations of such.

Now I am still in Vegas,  though I am leaving soon,  and as always when I talk to people and they bring up my site,  they bring up two topics. The vintage photos obviously,  but also for lovers of spankings over panties images and stories,  they know that they will get a plethora of that on this site and of course the requests of me to post more.

This topic also relates to both the mindset that I have always had and the types of story that I both write and enjoy reading myself. When I picture a spanking in a non family environment,  which virtually all of my scenes are,  I could not imagine any of those scenes being on the bare bottom. I know that I am totally weird in that,  but it is deeply ingrained in me. The absolute worst case scenario I could ever imagine happening for real would be the seat of the underwear being exposed,  and of course in every story that I write then that worst case scenario is subsequently fulfilled 🙂

I tie this into the genital exposure thing,  I simply do not have to see it,  therefore it is completely irrelevant to me if the underwear stays up for the entire spanking or not,  I’m more than perfectly okay with it. A lot of that goes back to early age whenever we would see a comic book,  virtually all spankings were never bare. Now I know,  I am probably in a 1%  minority here,  but I get as much from a spanking over the panties that the other 99% in our world  do from a bare bottom spanking. In my world it simply doesn’t have to happen. Like I said,  don’t jump on me,  I get that I am strange in this department,  but my feelings are strong on it.

When I write a spanking story the baring of the bottom is infrequent to say the least. Almost exclusively the first spanking will never be bare,  but perhaps the second part of the story may involve a bare bottom. It isn’t something that I am ashamed of,  and I will freely talk about it. This whole world of ours is built on the thoughts that we have ingrained in our minds,  and I am very happy with the thoughts that I have. I hold no shame in thinking this way,  in fact it is fair to say that I couldn’t envision it any other way. Obviously I have spanked more than my fair share of bare bottoms over the years,  but,  allow me to dictate a whole scene from start to finish,  or write a spanking story,  then it will be done exactly as I have the vision in my mind. In real life there is an expectation that the panties will eventually come down,  I understand that,  and like I said above,  it is irrelevant to me. So at the same time I am not bothered in performing that service for a play partner either,  as I know that it reaches certain triggers for many people,  so obviously I am happy to oblige the lady in question if that is something that works for her.

I also have happy triggers though,  many of them,  and if a girl is pleasant enough to grant me a few of those triggers in real life then why wouldn’t I also be happy to give her what she wants,  the way that she wants it. Again,  that is a topic that I have broached many times,  but I know what it is that I like,  what works for me,  and I’m not afraid to ask for it. So you can bet your bottom dollar when I write a spanking story,  every trigger that works for me is included in that story!! Let me know your own thoughts below if you so wish,  this is a topic that I love to engage in.

Of course you never know,  if I like your idea then I might write about it. You can also email me at richardofwindsor@gmail.com if you so wish.

Time For A New Story

Many years ago,  back on the Compuserve days,  I used to write lots of stories. Of course back then I was just starting out so the stories sucked. The thing is though,  despite being known for my vintage spanking collection,  people come to this site copiously to read the stories,  and from what I can see they will read the same story over and over again if they like it. It is one thing that I neglect as I might write one story a year nowadays. My plan originally had been to publish a book of stories,  something that I may still do,  but for now I will focus my attention on short stories for this site.

Below is a list of ideas that I have,  but it isn’t done and dusted. There are times where I read a story and it gives me an idea to write my own story,  so perhaps you have your own ideas for a spanking story that you would like me to tackle. A number of the stories that I have written were upon request which I turned into a story I shared with everyone. There are checkboxes in the form below and you can enter as many or as few as you want. Here is a synopsis of the ideas that I currently have for my new story.

Part 2 of a story already written:

  1. 3 Girls (Part 2) – A follow up to the story  “3 Girls“. This time it is Nicole’s turn for a spanking,  but she can’t wait until her birthday,  she wants to see Uncle Jim before that,  and alone.
  2. Laura’s Mom Gets Spanked – A follow up to  “Birthday Spanking For Laura“. At the end of the last episode Brian dropped a hint that Laura’s mom might also get spanked,  does he follow through with the threat? You can bet your bottom dollar that if he does then Laura will be getting a maternal spanking that evening as well.
  3. Jane Returns With A Friend – A follow up story to  “Jane’s Birthday Spanking“. I’m not going to lie,  this is my favorite type of story to write,  and if I went with my choice alone then this would be the next story. Jane returns to summer camp the following year and once again gets to live with the camp director,  only this time she has brought a friend. Double birthday spankings,  girls spank each other,  but they pull a prank too far and a double bedtime spanking is due,  only this time for real.

New Story Ideas:

  1. Life In A Sorority – I already started one a couple of years ago under the title  “Bainbridge House“,  but I didn’t come close to making it presentable. I’m thinking sorority initiations,  sisterly spankings and housemother spankings.
  2. A Country Store – I’ve read several stories in this vain and wouldn’t mind putting my spin on it. Like any of my stories,  if you wanted to contribute you could name characters,  offer ideas,  pretty much anything that you wanted. I do like the idea religious paddles for Christian households.
  3. School Roleplay – This would be the hardest one to write because the idea has only just come to me. However,  the thought that I have is that one of the women in the neighborhood finds out that one of her neighbors goes to spanking parties and she is intrigued by the idea,  so much so that she is tempted to have a trip down memory lane.

Your Own Story Idea:

Perhaps you have your own idea in mind for a story that you would like me to tackle. If not,  you could also use this space to add to one of the stories above. Someone you know visiting the country store? Sending a deserving bottom to Bainbridge house. There is no requirement here,  but if you are like me there are certain types of stories that do it for you,  so this would be your chance to request something. It might not happen right away,  but it would be in the tank for use down the line. And finally of course,  if you don’t wish to use the form you can always leave a comment or write to me at richardwindsor@richardwindsor.com

Check as many boxes as you wish in the form below,  I do intend to get around to them all eventually.

Top Ten Stories Of 2015

So let me put a little disclaimer out there first,  it might save someone opening ten browsers and matching various posts word for word. The stories have their own pages so therefore they are permanent fixtures on this site. If I included these in the top ten posts of the year,  the stories would pretty much dominate the top ten as they are always viewed more than my daily posts. The top ten of the year is solely for the posts that I have made within the previous 12 months. As the stories are a fixture it is only natural that they are viewed more often. In 2015 alone my stories were read 83,882 times,  that’s the final number for all of the stories combined.

Yes,  I know that I should write more stories,  and I know that I have been asked often for more. One day though when I have more time on my hands I will write more often. So here is the top ten of the year based on view count,  and I will just list them as they are without fussing around adding  ‘Number 1’  etc. There were play dates that I had at the SSNY party in December and at the New Years party,  but I didn’t get anyone’s permission to write about them so unfortunately I had no new stories to add to the list.

THE FIRST SPANKING

It is now 36 years ago that I officially began an actual life of spanking,  a very fortunate experience that helped shape the person I am. At that point in my life I was very confused with my thoughts of spanking,  certainly the beatings I suffered as a child were no source whatsoever to fuel those desires,  and still I was fascinated by the whole thing. When you suffer at the hands of someone else for so long you develop a certain sense of survival skills,  skills that aren’t measurable,  but skills that nonetheless protect you from the outside world and the capability to form functioning relationships. The first time I ever trusted a girl to let her become my girlfriend wasn’t until I was 16 years old,  that’s right,  I had never sought to form a relationship with a girl until I was 16. Most of that came from the fact that I never wanted to subject anyone to my life,  the fact that I spent every day of my life in fear,  wondering whether this was going to be a good day,  or a bad day.

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Ellee Gets Spanked

Now I’m not sure if we had talked about it beforehand in the earlier conversation,  or whether it happened on the spot,  but we both discovered that we liked to roleplay. So I was very quick to come up with a reason why my niece needed a spanking,  it was a real reason,  and Ellee began to plead her case. The first thing that I discovered was that this is one very smart girl,  she could think quickly on her feet and had me tongue tied. By the end of it I think that I was holding on to the flimsiest of reasons to spank her,  but then the magic happened. When I asked Ellee what I said I was going to do to her based on a previous discussion,  she lowered her head,  thumbed the hem of her pretty dress and simply said quietly   “A spanking”.

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Jane’s Birthday Spanking

A summer away from home for Jane, she was 18 and was a junior counselor at a summer camp. She got the exclusive placement due to being able to live with the camp director and his wife.

There was a camp break and it also happened to be her 19th birthday. Brian and his wife put on an amazing evening for her with lovely presents and then there was the cake to cut. Before they went there though,  Ann teasingly asked  “Shouldn’t Jane get her birthday spanks first”?

All three of them laughed and Jane retorted  “I remember my last one on my 16th,  ouch”  she said as she rubbed the seat of her powder blue flared skirt.

Brian also joined in the chiding  “Three years without a birthday spanking,  Anne,  I don’t know,  I have a feeling a naughty teenager needs a spanking”

Jane teased right along,  pretty much inviting a reaction as she laughed  “Why do I get this feeling that very shortly I am going to be over someone’s knee with my bottom sticking up in the air”

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Missy Gets Spanked In Public

The first day was awesome and I was so looking forward to another session with Missy. The first event on Saturday was the Tanner Reformatory and I played my role with delight. At some point during the proceedings I saw Missy get up on stage and get spanked,  at the time it was fun and I didn’t think anything of it,  not until I was outside talking to her much later that day.

At some point I had gone to my room to rest and I decided to test the waters further,  so I powered up my computer and started to type a letter to Missy. Here is what I wrote.

“Missy,  I thought after our little discussion yesterday that you had promised me that you were going to be a good girl.

Lo and behold,  what do I see today,  my Missy Doright up on stage misbehaving during her exercise program!! Now I noticed that you were so bad that someone had to spank you right there on stage.

Well young lady,  after our discussion yesterday,  don’t you think for one little minute that that will be the ONLY spanking you are going to get for misbehaving in class today!! Apparently 66 spanks was not a sufficient enough reminder to keep you on track,  so this time young lady you will be getting 100 spanks,  and we will see if that improves your behavior.

So at some point this evening I want you to put on your naughty girl panties,  you know which ones they are,  because from now on we are going to refer to them as your naughty girl panties,  and I want you to seek me out during dinner!!

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3 Girls –Part 1

It’s amazing when you think about it that she dressed so modestly,  because there was nothing modest about it when she was over his lap and her panty clad bottom was sticking in the air,  knowing that her friends,  neighbors and cousins were all being treated to a wonderful sight as they all laughed while she lay there red faced and praying for things to be over. It was never that simple though,  he would do this little talk about how he had spoiled her and perhaps how he should have done this a long time ago,  her face a deep scarlet with the knowledge that a bunch of eyes were probably transfixed on her upturned bottom as he talked. By the time he was done she was almost begging for the spanking to start,  and oh boy did he spank when it finally did start.

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Birthday Spanking For Laura

They had been neighbors for nearly three years now,  not long after her mom had packed up and moved away from her husband with her 15 year old daughter in tow. Brian Larson had welcomed them into the neighborhood like he would anybody and provided them with any support that he could. Brian wasn’t an intrusive sort and really kept the relationship as a cordial one,always ready to help out when Rose Kelly needed some type of physical assistance around the house. For the most part that happened during the first few months and since that time he only helped roughly two or three times a year.

Part of his reluctance not to be intrusive was her teen daughter,  Laura. She was a normal,  bubbly kid,  a typical girl next door,  the type you wouldn’t hesitate to hire as a babysitter,  that would have been of course had he had any children. He knew it must have been difficult for the both of them so he tried to leave them alone as much as he could.

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Hanging With Pixie

I haven’t even added this one to my stories page yet,  but it was still the 7th most read story of the year. So let me quickly run to the story post and copy a synopsis so that I can create a page for the story.

Nonetheless,  I just had to be a bully. Remembering where I was it couldn’t be long,  but over my knee she went with her shorts down and a pair of purple nylon panties staring up at me. Normally I am one of those super nice guys,  a really concerned human being,  Sunday wasn’t one of those days. In England back in the 70’s we had a thing called a short,  sharp shock,  and that’s exactly what Pixie got. probably no more than 50 spanks,  but I do believe that I heard her say   “Oh Jesus”  during it. Yes,  I will be the first to admit that is was much harder than it needed to be,  and am I sorry for that? Well,  I will leave that for you to decide!

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Nurse Byron and the Manor House. (Long story)

Lyn Byron had worked for the same nursing agency for four years now. Most of her assignments were in nursing homes,  with the occasional engagement in a private house. Her next assignment was to be one that would change her life forever.

Lyn was busy with her laundry when she called the agency to check her schedule for that week. She was told of a new engagement in a private home with an elder gentleman. As per his wish,  he wanted to spend his recovery time at home following his operation. To help with the pain he would need round the clock care for a few days as the pain medication would put him in and out of consciousness.

It was Monday that was to be her first day at work. After getting herself ready,  she started on the drive to take over from the night nurse at this new patients home. Pulling into the driveway she was caught in awe at the size of the house,  it was like a stately mansion,  an eighteenth century house deep in the Virginia wilderness.

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The Fly On The Wall

A different type of spanking story for you compared to my other ones. This story contains F/f,  f/m,  F/m and F/f spankings.

It was a hot and humid summer in North Carolina,  the small town offered little but the sense of community was strong. Kyle had grown up there his whole life and this summer break was different for him. Two months prior,  the owners of the house attached to his had relocated to Florida,  in their place had moved a single Mom with her grown up Daughter. Kyle was pretty smitten with the next door girl immediately,  and for the past couple of weeks they had spent their summer break doing things together.

For some reason today was different. It was approaching supper time and the two of them were sat on the stoop of the local library. Tara had been unusually quiet that day like she had something on her mind. Kyle had tried to be the Knight in shining amour,  attempting to make her laugh,  or talking gently while trying to display a sympathetic ear,  but Tara remained pretty withdrawn that day.

Very shortly they would be leaving the steps of the library to head home for supper.

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Spanked The Girls And Made Them Cry

When the event occurred I took her by the wrist and led her to the library room,  for some reason I felt that the ambiance would add to the mood. As soon as we got to the room I put ellee in the corner and told her to wait for me,  and then I went back to the living area. Now ellee doesn’t know this,  but while I was there I talked to Jules and at one point I shrugged and stated  “I think she might cry”.

It wasn’t something that I was banking on,  it was just a feeling that I had from looking at her face. When I returned to the room I called her to me,  took her hands and placed them on her head and then pulled her skirt up. I had run this over in my mind beforehand during my period of reflection,  I stated to her the following sentence  “Now I’m going to ask you a question,  but before I do so I am going to help you with your answer”  and I proceeded to spank her thighs 6 times.

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The Story Archive

Occasionally I have to put the spanking stories in a visible post for the people who are not regular visitors here to see. It is one of the more popular features of this site and despite being known for finding rare pics,  the stories still account for 12.71% of all views on this site. So this time I am listing them with the scene content as well so that you can pick what is best for you.

In other news I am off work for a week so this week I will be posting something new for you every day,  which will mean rare spanking pics from now until next Sunday.

A Lodgers Regret

“Well if you were my daughter you would get a good sound spanking”

The words were still registering as her landlord closed the door behind him.

Mallory took her coat off and hung it up “A spanking,  pfft”

She was a little flustered as she made her way into the kitchen to prepare some food,  of course that was one area that she was covered in. The money issues mainly were revolved around frivolous activities,  like a new phone,  party gifts and a great night out. And then there were the car issues,  that one is genuine. Okay,  so what if he would have been more than understanding if her car trouble had left her short,  as he had in the past.

There was like a running conversation going on in her head,  mostly revolved around the guilt that he had always been really accommodating towards her,  it’s not like she takes advantage of his good nature all the time.

The horrible feeling of guilt didn’t leave her that evening as she still tried to make excuses in her head to justify her decisions. Maybe she could make it up to him somehow,  is it worth calling on daddy to wire her $300 to cover for her actions?

That thought quickly left. There would be even more guilt borrowing money from her Father knowing it was to cover her having been irresponsible. Who the hell does he think he is anyway? I’m 20 and a college junior for Christ’s sake,  not some snot nosed 10 year old.

The following day she made her way to her car and Mr. Watson happened to be in the garage,  her offering of  ‘Good morning’  went unanswered,  clearly it wasn’t as good a morning for him. Mallory put her purse in the car and made her way into the garage.

“Brian,  I’m really sorry that I am short with the rent,  I promise I will get it to you by the end of the week”

“And meanwhile I carry on paying the mortgage out of my own pocket,  huh?

Mallory looked sullen

Brian continued “It might be okay for you to saunter around without a care in the world,  but I have a family to care for. I give you a good price on an apartment to help you out and that’s how you repay me. There are plenty of students who would kill for an apartment like this and would happily pay a lot more than you are paying. Or not paying as the case may be”

Mallory looked like a scolded puppy as she apologized and turned towards her car. His words stung as she turned the key. Yes,  it was a great price,  a phenomenal one in fact,  well within her budget. That’s of course when you don’t go and spend that budget on a phone when you already have a good one.

Mallory spent the day at college in a haze,  it really bothered her that for once she got direct feedback from Brian,  instead of his usual accommodating behavior. What if he had planned to use that money for something important? This awful feeling came across her,  what if he had planned to take his wife and daughter out and now couldn’t afford to? It was really awful feeling this guilty,  more so than anything that she deserved to feel guilty,  and there was a strike against her right now in keeping an apartment that is virtually a gift comparatively speaking.

Driving home that afternoon she had to see Brian,  it will be so much easier if he can show some sympathy and accept a genuine apology.

The butterflies swam in her tummy as she walked up to press the doorbell,  and the wait for him to answer was dreadful. When he finally answered he almost appeared shocked to see her standing there,  and the disappointment was still clear on his face.

“Brian,  I’m truly sorry,  really I am,  it was really irresponsible of me and I promise I won’t let you down again”

The reality had set in by now that she could actually lose her apartment because of this.

Brian showed no wavering in his disappointment “Until the next time,  right? And then we go through this charade again”

“No,  I won’t do it again,  I promise. I feel really awful and I spent the day regretting what I had spent money on this month”

“At least I am finally seeing some contrition”

“I’ll make it up to you,  I promise,  I’ll have the money by Saturday”

Brian sighed  “Very well,  but we might have to come up with some type of agreement to ensure this doesn’t happen again”

“I can assure you that it won’t”

“Well it had better not,  otherwise you might be looking for a new place to live”

Those were the words that Mallory did not want to hear,  and a valuable lesson was being learned. “I understand” she replied

“Very well,  I expect the money by the weekend”

His demeanor had changed little throughout the whole conversation,  and while Mallory had some satisfaction that she was able to convince him she really was sorry,  he was still upset,  that was easy to see.

As he stepped back to go into the house Mallory offered up a final line “Please don’t be mad at me,  Brian”

He stepped forward again in an authoritative manner “Well those are the consequences of your actions. As I told you earlier,  if you was my daughter I would have spanked you,  so expect an little despondency on my part”

Mallory walked dejectedly upstairs to her apartment and thought to herself “And I deserve a spanking”

The following day Mallory was flitting around the apartment when the doorbell went. When she opened the door she was greeted by Mr. Watson. Before she had a chance to greet him he said “That shelf we wanted for your balcony has arrived so if you have time I can put it up for you”

For the first time this week Mallory smiled “Oh sure,  that would be great”. He even offered a slight smile as he came in.

As Brian set to work Mallory set about making him a nice cool drink. She went out on the balcony and put it on the table and in a relieved manner said “I’m so glad you are not mad at me anymore”

His expression changed “I’m still plenty mad at you,  but we can just put it aside and let time take its course”

Mallory became agitated at this “Damn,  I would rather take a spanking than have you act like this”

All of a sudden the words had come out. The two warnings he had given and her own self-realization that she deserved a spanking and there it was,  unable to be pulled back.

Brian was unfazed by the comment,  he simply added to it “Well you deserve a spanking for the way you acted”

There was an uncomfortable silence for a few seconds before Mallory turned to go back in with a blush on her face.

Twenty minutes later Brian had finished putting the shelf up on the balcony wall,  and once done he entered Mallory’s apartment. She was sat in a chair and quietly thanked him. Brian looked at her and asked “What’s wrong”?

Mallory fidgeted in the chair and replied “Your reaction has been like a cold hard truth to me and I’m disappointed in myself”

Brian went to wash his hands and when he returned to the silent room he said “Okay,  stand up”

Mallory had no idea why she didn’t fight his words as she stood on her feet. Brian began to sit and already Mallory pleaded “Do we have to,  Brian,  it’s not going to happen again”

“It’s your choice. We can either handle this now or you can bring the money to me at the weekend,  it’s entirely up to you”

Mallory dropped her shoulders and edged slightly closer

Brian held firm as she neared “If you decide to go through with it I’m going to spank you soundly,  to a point that you will have trouble sitting tonight,  and I won’t stop until I see some contrition from you”

Mallory sighed deeply and moved to his side,  then gently eased herself over his lap.

Like a well-seasoned parental figure he reached for the hem of her summer dress but stopped at the sound of the screech “Wait,  NO!!”

“A spanking isn’t a discussion,  now you can either get up or let me get to business”

Mallory dropped her head with a whimper,  then fidgeted really uncomfortably as she felt her dress come up over her panties,  the cool air breezing across her globes. Brian lay his hand of the thin pink nylon that only covered half her bottom and spoke once more “We have come this far,  now when I start spanking you I am not going to stop until I have finished,  do you understand”?

She had come this far and somewhat defiantly replied “Yes!”

Brian wasted no time,  he raised his hand and brought it down smartly on her right cheek. Mallory gasped for air but before she could even do that another had landed on her left,  and again and again. There was no formality about this,  Brian’s hand went back and forth,  back and forth,  covering every inch of the parts of her bottom covered by the thin nylon,  and equally the healthy expanse of bare cheek exposed at the bottom.

Mallory forgave any attempt to remain ladylike and composed,  instead she wriggled like a snake over his lap and tried her hardest to avoid the slaps the best she could. Of course she couldn’t avoid any and soon her luscious white bottom had turned into a deep pink hue.

At about the 90 second mark Mallory started to become vocal “Oww,  I’m sorr-ouch-y,  Brian,  I’m  owww,  sorry”

Brian only paused for the briefest of time to grasp the waistband of her panties “If I have to spank you again,  these will come down”

Even though the next volley of spanks landed Mallory had already decided that there wouldn’t be a next time,  but she still had to get through this and it was almost becoming unbearable.

As stoic as she had tried to remain she felt two tears run down her cheek,  it was almost like that was her cue to allow things to take their natural course and soon the tears flowed freely.

Brian had waited for them,  and once they started he knew what to do. He didn’t stop spanking right away,  he just kept going until he felt her go limp over his lap with her body heaving. It was finally over.

Brian helped Mallory up and then sat her in his lap,  and while she wouldn’t have thought of it at the time,  later on she realized that she had gone pretty much into fetal position once perched upon his lap as he held her.

They stayed where they were for as long as it took for her to compose herself. Once she had done this she even offered a faint smile through her tear stained face. Mallory climbed off of his lap and very gently rubbed her buns,  Brian asked her if she wanted him to stay but she shook her head and said “I will be fine”

She wanted him gone right away so that she could strip off and go to bed,  which is exactly what she did. Mallory lay on her bed face down for a full five minutes with just her thoughts to keep her company,  and then just to check she lifted her head to peer over her shoulder at her naked butt,  which was still as red as an apple. Grabbing hold of her favorite teddy bear that was it,  she fell fast asleep for a long nap.

After showering and checking her bottom a 100 times,  Mallory finally got ready for her afternoon class. She looked for Brian as she left but couldn’t see him anywhere. The first time that she allowed herself a proper smile that day was when her shorts covered bottom made contact with the hot car seat  “EEEPPP!!”  she yelped,  and then the first of many smiles appeared.

Brian was certainly right with what he said earlier,  sitting sucked for the whole day,  every traffic light was treated to a bum shuffling dance as Mallory tried to get comfortable. The main thing for her though was the catharsis. It was a well-deserved spanking and she got every ounce of it,  and while she vowed that there wouldn’t be a repeat performance,  she also knew that one would happen if she screwed up again. Quite silly when you think about it,  she thought to herself,  getting spankings at 20 years old.

When she finally caught up with Brian two days later they were like two old friends,  she even thanked him and kissed him on the cheek. As they parted the smile was back on her face as she started to leave,  but before she completed that a little sass appeared  “By the way”  she said,  “I’m hiding from you on my birthday”. They both laughed and Mallory headed upstairs.

“Some chance”  he said to himself

“Some chance”  she said to herself.

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