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.

On My Way Home

The party is over and I am about to head home. Hopefully tonight I can catch up on the weekly pics. I might be offline for a couple of days while I move into my new apartment and get reconnected to the Internet. Hopefully this will keep you busy by listing the stories of mine you can read on this site. Just note that a lower case  ‘f’ signifies an older teen save for  ‘1979 –The First Spanking m/f’which was my first real life experience. Feel free to leave me a comment about the stories and what you would like to see.

Into A Far Away Place

Here is a new story for you. The audio to the first part is on this site in the archives, but this is the first time that I am posting it in full on this site. Of course it will be added to my fictional story page.

Part 1

Yanina sat in her bed engrossed in the literary classic  ‘Tom Brown’s Schooldays’.

Yanina, an American Latina, had developed a strange desire for anything remotely resembling English heritage, certainly anything pertaining to schooling in the olden days. This fascination stemmed from her obsession within the world of domination.

There seemed to be no logical reasoning for this fascination, sure there had been spankings growing up, probably more than average, but nothing to substantiate the desire to be dominated by a strict man. The only thing close to this experience as an adult was really of no consequence, a few smacks here and there from playful boyfriends, and one very prolonged birthday spanking from a landlord with whom she had developed a sexual relationship with soon after, and while that came close to a proper spanking, it was still done in fun and her modesty was protected by her underwear, even if they felt nearly invisible for the most part.

Yanina had read of Tom Brown’s caning over and over again, the description and the strictness of the event stirred her emotions into a fantasy playground. She sank further and further under the covers and read the part one more time, drifting off as she once again imagined the swish of the cane coming down. Very soon, Yanina had entered deep into her sleep and the land of her unconsciousness took over what was to be an exciting dream filled night.

Yanina strolled through the sweet smelling meadow holding a fresh flower to her face, swishing her dress as she walked, how beautiful England was. The further she walked the closer the old school came into view, SCHOOL, oh no, I don’t want to be late. Yanina broke into a run, trying to gather as much speed as she could, her mind full of the dreaded punishment that awaits any boy who arrives at school late. BOY, but I’m not a boy, but I can’t be late,I mustn’t be late.

She was running as fast as possible, why are these other boys walking so slow, don’t they know what will happen, I can’t be late. I look such a mess, my shirt is hanging out, doesn’t look like I have showered in a week, my satchel is dragging on the floor as I run, and where on earth did these horrible looking shorts come from?

Looking behind her, Yanina watched her pretty dress fly away into the meadow, pausing for a moment as she marveled at the beauty of the scene, then she heard the bell ring. Her mouth opened and she realized that that was the first bell, when it rings again she needed to be sat at her desk. There was no way she could make it. Yanina broke into a sprint to make the second bell. The faster she ran the less she seemed to be getting anywhere, her heart pounded as her mind ran over the consequences that awaited her for sure.

It seemed like an age before she arrived, but finally she reached the side of the old schoolhouse, peering up the side of the old building, the schoolhouse seemed to be about 50 foot tall. Yanina ran her hand across the wood as she slowly walked up the side of the building before coming to the corner, she turned the corner and her heart sank. There, stood at the door, was the old schoolmaster with his handlebar mustache. Her eyes met those of the red faced man and then to his side at the crooked handled cane he was holding.

The schoolmaster pulled the watch from his pocket and gazed at the approaching boy with a stern glance. Yanina approached with her head held low, shuffling her feet as she went. It what seemed to be the loudest voice she had ever heard, the schoolmaster bellowed at her  “WE DO NOT ACCEPT TARDINESS AT THIS SCHOOL MASTER URTEAGA, I AM GOING TO MAKE AN EXAMPLE OF YOU TO THE WHOLE CLASS” and with that she felt her ear being tugged as she was led at lightning pace into the school classroom.

The first thing Yanina thought of was the deep musky smell of old wood as she floated into the classroom. There was dead silence in the room, as she now stood at the head of the class all alone. She looked at the faces of all the young boys and her heart went out to whatever unhappy state they lived in. Not one of them looked healthy and the fear was spelled on each tiny face. The tiny circle she stood on seemed to be illuminated from everything else. Out of the corner of her eye she saw another group of people, they were sat in what looked to be a jury box. In the forepersons chair was her Mother, shaking her head and sniffling into a tissue, Yanina felt such shame for her Mother to see her like this. Also in the box were her Brothers and Sister, neighbors, even the storeowner from the local deli.

Right at the very end of the bench, in what seemed to be an attached seat, sat her old landlord. With her head slightly bowed she blushed at his gaze, this was the Man who last year had stirred emotions within her that she had never experienced before. He was not a real handsome Man, but her heart was with him as she fondly recalled when she half heartedly struggled over his lap as his hand came down over and over again on the seat of her underwear.

SWISH…………Yanina’s gaze left her landlord and turned into an open mouthed fear as she watched the schoolmaster begin to swish the thin cane through the air. Her legs went to jelly as her arm was grabbed and she was led to the master’s desk. With her back to the rest of the class, the schoolmaster roughly pulled the suspenders off of her shoulders and yanked her britches down. His big hand pushed her between the shoulder blades all the way over the desk. Lying down, Yanina reached for the far end of the desk and held on tight to the fraying wood. The schoolmaster then stood behind her and reached for the hem of her shirt, Yanina buried her head into the desk as the master raised her shirt to reveal the pristine white tap panties she wore. As this happened the classroom of boys began to giggle heartedly at the sight of this boy wearing such dandy underwear. The schoolmaster fumed “SILENCE, IF I HEAR ONE MORE WORD FROM ANY OF YOU AND YOU WILL GET TWICE WHAT MASTER URTEAGA IS ABOUT TO GET”

Yanina laid there prone, turning her head to her left she looked squarely at her Mother who was still sobbing. Yanina tried for all her might to apologize to her Mother but no words came, she just lay there feeling ashamed.

The thin rattan cane now rested across the seat of her tap panties, turning away from her Mothers look, Yanina placed her forehead on the desk. Not a sound could be heard as the room went eerily quite. The cane left it’s target and WHOOSH, came down with lightning speed across both buttock cheeks. The fiery burn startled Yanina as she clenched her butt cheeks tightly together to try and fight the fiery sting coming from her nether regions. Her eyes clenched tight as she prepared for the next stroke, SWISH, down it came again and Yanina’s right foot left the ground very slightly, this time, not only her butt clenched, but also her right ankle and foot seemed to fuse into one as it tightened. The third stroke came down, SWIIIIIISSSSHHHH, this one caught her by surprise, catching the lower part of her bottom, her right heel came off the floor all the way to her scorching butt as she shouted out loud “OWWWWWWWW”. Trying to rock her body from side to side only made her tap panties move over the raised lines across her rear, causing her great discomfort. SWIIISSSHHHHH, the 4th stroke opened her tears as her body began to go limp over the desk.

With eyes now a puffed red, Yanina swiveled her head to her left as the 5th stroke landed, SWIIISSSHHH. Greatly aware of the fire behind her, she looked through tear stained eyes directly at her landlord, she shook her head softly and murmured  “Why have you done this to me”. As the tears flowed her eyes transfixed on his as the last hard stroke landed, SSSWWWIIIISSSHHHH. It was over, her landlord seemed pleased as the schoolmaster helped her to her feet. With a body sapped of strength she struggled to pull up her britches and fix her suspenders.

Yanina looked at the class and they all had their heads buried into there schoolbooks. She turned back to her landlord who was now sat at the bench by himself. As she rubbed her butt very gently her eyes dropped to his hands, there he was smacking HER hairbrush into his palm. She didn’t need to hear his words, his actions spoke very clear, the next birthday spanking young lady, is going to be a lot longer, and we will be using this wooden brush as well.

Yanina’s eyes never left the slapping of the brush into his palm and the schoolroom went pitch black, with only spotlights on the pair of them, SNAP, Yanina shot up in her bed sweating profusely.

What a horrible nightmare she had just had. Almost instinctively, she reached behind her and rubbed her hand over her butt to make sure it was a dream, it was. With a trembling body, Yanina wrapped her arms around herself and headed into the bathroom. Re-emerging, she sipped at a glass of water as her body shook with a chill. Walking over to her dresser she caught sight of herself in the mirror, cold, shaking, with sleepy eyes she put down the glass and rubbed her body warm with her hands. From the bottom of her eye she caught sight of it. Now her dream began to come back to her as she reached down and picked up her wooden hairbrush. Holding the brush there was only one image on her mind, the image of her previous landlord holding the brush, smacking it into the palm of his hand. For the next few weeks, whenever she brushed her hair in the morning, the same image kept replaying itself over and over again in her mind, her old landlord, holding her brush.

Part 2

Three weeks had passed since Yanina had her vivid dream, and not a day had passed where she didn’t picture herself face down over her old Landlord’s lap, getting her bare bottom spanked.

Many a time a cold sweat came over her as she relived that dream, it was all so real, yet it was so far away. She knew one thing, if she didn’t act upon this dream now, she would probably never act upon it. Easier said than done though, how on earth could she possibly approach this subject with Mr Robinson, her old Landlord. What if he was to laugh until his ribs hurt, how could she live with that shame?

One thing that hadn’t crossed Yanina’s mind as of yet, perhaps he doesn’t even live in that house anymore. These were the thoughts going through her mind as she drove up the street upon where she once lived. Slowly pulling to the side of the road opposite the house, a ream of butterflies went through her stomach as she spotted his car in the driveway, he did indeed still live here.

Time had stood still for the young girl, she had barely realized that it had been nearly half an hour that she was sat there daydreaming. All the time she kept telling herself how stupid it was for a 24 year old young lady to have these desires, a complete mixture of emotion, some sadness, some excitement, even a little bravery. Could she at least go and knock on the door and say hi? He wouldn’t suspect a thing and was sure to be happy to see her.

Perhaps it was because she had taken such a long time to get dressed that day, perhaps secretly knowing that she wanted to see him prompted her to dress so seductively on this day. Whatever it was, a sudden urge of bravery saw her open her car door.

Like she was in a dream again, Yanina found herself standing outside her car feeling vulnerable, straightening imaginary wrinkles out of the white summer dress she had chosen to wear. Within a few seconds she had convinced herself to stop being so silly and at least go and say hi, she hadn’t come all this way for nothing. Even though nothing was going to happen, her imagination would be racing after talking to him again.

Confidently,Yanina bounded towards the front door, pausing just slightly before ringing the bell. The 10 seconds it took for him to answer it felt like ten minutes to her. And there it was, the door opened and a shocked Mr Robinson smiled with delight at the young girl he hadn’t seen for nearly two years.

Giving the girl a hug he remarked  “Yanina, what brings you here?”

With a friendly smile in return she replied  “I was just in the neighborhood so I thought I would take a chance and see if you were in”

“Well come on in my dear, it is a pleasure to see you again”

They both entered the living room and hugged once more before Mr Robinson went to the kitchen to make some coffee. Yanina was pleased at her decision and chastised herself for being so foolish in the first place, of course everything was going to be okay.

The atmosphere was very relaxing now, the two of them sipping coffee and catching up on both old times and new. Everything was perfect until Mr Robinson chose an uncomfortable memory, one that immediately had the girl blushing, the memory of the birthday spanking he had given her.

Mr Robinson chuckled at the colour of the young lady’s face and kind of revelled in her embarrassment. “Come come Yanina”he said “there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, it was only a little birthday spanking”

Yanina tried to put on a brave face, knowing what she was feeling inside, “I know Mr Robinson, but it was a funny position to be in over your lap an’all, I’m just glad it wasn’t a proper spanking”

Oh my, the breath just left her body, did she really just say that, the hot feeling of flushed cheeks descended upon her once more and she looked down.

“Well I don’t think I ever had a reason to give you a proper spanking, did I?”

Yanina’s cheeks were hotter than ever, now all she wanted to do was change topics, and quickly. “I don’t suppose so Sir” What was she doing? SIR, oh geez, she wished that internal voice would stop interrupting.

Mr Robinson chuckled once more but decided to tease her a little  “Then I hope you don’t give me a reason to anytime soon”

Yanina was beside herself, almost to a point of tears, so close and yet so far. Is that sentence the end of it, does she press on, will she die of embarrassment in the meantime?

Part 3

Yanina needed a break. A break from the embarrassment, a break from the excitement, sheesh, just a break just to clear her head a little. Still blushing madly, Yanina excused herself to the bathroom. Walking slowly across the room she smiled coyly as their eyes met, then subconsciously put both hands on her butt as she passed him. Mr Robinson smiled with a nod of some unknown approvement as he watched the young girl scurry by out of the room.

It was in the bathroom that decision time was fast approaching, what did those eyes mean as she passed him? Did he know? Is he thinking the same thing as she is? Even though her mind was not made up, she was certainly taking her time in front of the bathroom mirror making sure she was looking her best. What holds in store when she returns to the living room, is it over with, or is it just beginning?

Yanina began the slow walk down the stairs and headed towards the door to the living room, upon entering she was slightly shocked to see Mr Robinson standing. This was unexpectedly intimidating to the slight girl to see his huge frame in the middle of the room. Peering out of the corner of her eyes at him, she headed towards where she had been sat, nervously. Mr Robinson watched her scurry by again and once more grinned at the minx.

Mr Robinson noticed the young girl sat fidgeting and walked towards her, waiting for her to look at him, which of course she was flatly refusing to do. He remembered now how Yanina used to be, how her shyness seemed to almost be like a game to her, there was always something so wonderfully appealing about her.

Looking down at her, Mr Robinson asked  “So why was you holding your bottom a few minutes ago when you passed me, Yanina? Did we miss a birthday or two?”

Yanina now sat not knowing where to look. This is where she wanted to be for so long now, but could she go through with it, what was holding her back. It wasn’t perfect, she wanted a proper spanking, but would have to settle for a birthday spanking instead. Is it worth a final shot?

“I guess so” she replied timidly  “Amongst other things”

Mr Robinson’s eyebrows raised intriguingly  “And what other things would they be Yanina?”

Yanina slumped into the couch wanting to pour her heart out, almost on the verge of crying. “I don’t really know Mr Robinson, just sometimes I don’t know if my motivation is what it should be. I spend days daydreaming when I should be focused on my work, I just don’t know if I can cope with the pressure anymore”

“Young lady, you are 24 years old with the palm of the world in your hand, what pressures can you possibly have”

“I don’t know, I just never focus on what I should be doing and I get really depressed and stressed when I fall behind”

“So you need to get motivated so that you can focus on what you should be doing, eh? Is this the real reason that you came to see me today?”

Yanina sat there silently, feeling slightly ashamed at herself.

“I asked you a question Yanina, is your lack of motivation the real reason that you came to see me today?”

“I guess so”

“So how do you propose that I can help you with your motivation?”

“I’m not sure really”

“Oh I think you are fully aware young lady. Perhaps that is why you were holding your bottom a few minutes ago”

Yanina felt herself sinking further and further, she wanted to scream yes but was now really ashamed. “I don’t know” she replied.

“Well I was about to give you a birthday spanking, but something is telling me that perhaps I should go a step further, is that what you want?”

Yanina sat there, unable to reply to his question, instead just offering a shrug of her shoulders. Mr Robinson nodded his head, even though she was not looking at him, and walked to the other side of the room to pull a straight backed chair into the middle of the room. Yanina pouted as she watched him from the top of her eyes, still with her head bowed low. Mr Robinson sat down and looked at the shameful girl.

“Yanina, come over here please”

With her stomach in knots, Yanina stood slowly and pigeon stepped her way to Mr Robinson with her head remaining low. She finally reached his side and stared down at the huge lap beneath her tiny frame. Mr Robinson reached up and lifted her head from underneath her chin, staring intently into her eyes. “This is nothing to be ashamed of Yanina, by the time we are done you will feel much better about yourself”

Even though it is something that she had hoped for, Yanina really had no idea why. It wasn’t as if she was necessarily looking forward to it, but just looking at him almost reassured her that this was the right thing to do. Slowly Mr Robinson took her by the hand and guided her over his lap, guiding until her feet left the floor and she grabbed one of the legs of the chair, while her other hand grabbed his ankle.

Even though she was 24, at this moment she felt no more than 10 years old as his hand rested upon the seat of her summer dress, gently patting the small bottom it encased. Yanina looked down at her hand as his hand descended downwards towards the hem of her short dress. Her face grimaced as he slowly drew it upwards, slowly exposing the seat of her pink satin panties. The grip tightened around her waist and she felt his hand leave her bottom, Yanina grabbed on tightly to what she was holding just as his huge hard made contact with her bottom, she gasped at the sudden sting and then again shortly thereafter.

Very rhythmically, Mr Robinson began to firmly spank the young charge under his control, alternating his hand from one cheek to the other. Yanina concentrated on the warmth he was generating on her bottom and occasionally raised her right leg when the smacks rained down. After perhaps a minute, Yanina was starting to squirm under the relentless smacks raining upon the seat of her panties.

Mr Robinson paused with the firm smacks and rested his hand upon her hot bottom, gently caressing the pinkening cheeks. “I am going to help you regain your focus Yanina, and hopefully this is something that you will think about in the future”

With that, Mr Robinson inserted his fingers into the waistband of the girls flimsy underwear and slowly drew them downwards towards her knees. Yanina just let her head hang low at the sudden embarrassment of her bottom being exposed for the first time. Once more,she felt the grip around her tighten and prepared herself for what was to come, little did she know that it was going to hurt a lot more than she had thought it would.

It took only 8 firm spanks on her bare bottom before her head started to move from side to side, her legs now beginning to involuntarily move with the motions of the spanks that were landing. Little noise had appeared by this point, but now they were beginning to hear the little whimpers emanating from her mouth, punctuated with the occasional ‘ow’.

Steadfast in his approach, Mr Robinson picked the pace up. He could already see her bottom turning a delicious shade of dark pink, and he watched as she attempted to squirm from side to side to avoid his hand. The noises coming from her mouth were now loud ones and he had to hold her tightly. Still, he continued to give the girl what he thought it was that she was missing. As her bottom burned under his hand, Yanina began to gently sob. Mr Robinson was aware of this and finished spanking her with a few well placed spanks.

The spanking was over. Mr Robinson ran his hand over the flaming cheeks then aided the girl to her feet. Yanina’s shoulders dropped as her hand went to her eyes to cover her tears. Mr Robinson pulled her close and sat the crying girl on his lap, embracing her as she sobbed. Yanina buried her head into his broad shoulder and wrapped her arms around him, allowing Mr Robinson to rub and soothe her burning bottom as she hugged him.

They sat in this position for several minutes, neither one wishing to let the other go. Finally, Mr Robinson eased the girl back and offered a reassuring smile to the red eyes that looked back his way. After gently patting her bottom, Yanina stood up, reaching for her falling underwear as she did so. Gingerly, she eased them up and grimaced as the elastic slid up her sore bottom, both of them smiled at this. One more hug and the pair of them headed back towards the couch. Mr Robinson offered Yanina another cup of coffee, to which she replied  “Yes please”

“Good” he said  “I think you and I need to have a talk” and then he left the room. Yanina watched as he left, then felt the catharsis escape from her body. Boy did she need that, she could only hope that the conversation that he wanted, was the same one that she wanted. A discussion about future events, and what the consequences would be should her focus wane from time to time in the future.

My Story World

Even though I haven’t written a story in ages, and for the only reason that I don’t have as much time anymore, I am always amazed when I check my stats to see how many times my stories are read each day. Obviously my focus nowadays is finding rare pics for you, but people still come here just to read the stories.

Now somebody who I communicate with has a birthday coming up and she wants me to write her a story for her birthday, and being that I don’t mind writing birthday stories then it should be an easy task to do. With that in mind I thought that I would share a list of my stories on this site, each with a brief synopsis so that you guys can choose what you want to read. The comment section is open on all of them so feel free to let me know your thoughts on each story, I would love to hear some feedback and get your opinions on the stories.

This list is done in order of popularity based on how many times each story has been viewed so far this year.

1979 –The First Spanking

This is where it all began for me, the first time as a teenager that I ever spanked a girl. Even 35 years later I remember it clearly and this is where the mystery of the white nylon panties comes from, for that was what my girlfriend at the time was wearing. It isn’t the longest spanking by any means, but it is perhaps the most important one…. READ MORE

Missy Gets Spanked In Public

This is a big entrance page story mostly for people looking for public spankings. Unfortunately the title is a little misleading as the spanking took place at a spanking party. However, it was done very publicly with the intent of causing her some embarrassment. I even spanked three girls while I waited for her just to add to the anticipation…. READ MORE

Jane’s Birthday Spanking

Jane is a junior counselor at a summer camp and is boarding with the camp director and his wife during the summer. It was the night of her 19th birthday and the old custom of birthday spankings had raised its head. Jane happily played along and before long the seat of her panties were getting warmed…. READ MORE

Birthday Spanking For Laura

A man is visiting his next door neighbour when her bratty daughter arrives and starts to lay down subtle innuendos about what the two of them are up to. When he finds out that she has a birthday coming up he threatens to spank her and is encouraged to do so by her mom. When the spanking is over a further threat is made to the mom who has a birthday coming up. Part two has yet to be written…. READ MORE

Ellee Gets Spanked

In what was the first of many spankings for ellee, we see each other for the second time and this time she gets a spanking. What was very unusual for spanking a girl for the first time I used my hand, hairbrush and the cane. Part two of the story happens two weeks later where I put the extra effort in and created a full blown scenario, all unknown to her at the time, in what is still one of my favorite roleplays. Lots of great pics attached to this story…. READ MORE

Getting The Cane

A real life story from when I was at school and where the cane was still employed as an instrument of correction…. READ MORE

Three Girls Part 1

Yet another in the collection of birthday spanking stories. This time three young women are on their way out for the evening when the father of one threatens to give her friend a birthday spanking. After he is dared he follows through quite intently, much to the arousal of the other friend who is watching…. READ MORE

Meeting Amber Pixie Wells

My first venture out in the spanking world and the first person that I got to meet was none other than Pixie. We spent a very memorable afternoon together which began when I got to the lobby of the hotel to meet a girl wearing a schoolgirl outfit. My red face soon gave way to Pixie’s red bottom…. READ MORE

The Fly On The Wall

The only story on this site that features an F/M spanking. Originally written for a spanking story contest, two neighbors discuss the spanking that the daughter had received and fool around a little bit. The fooling around soon becomes heavy petting and they get busted by the girls mom. What follows is a long painful spanking for the both of them, courtesy of the hairbrush…. READ MORE

A Simple Birthday Spanking

An erotic story of two neighbors and a birthday spanking. It is a very short story where your imagination is left to decide what happens once he carries her upstairs…. READ MORE

Scenes From A Film Shoot

Back when I used to shoot with Punished Brats, this is a story of one of those film shoots. Spankings for Pixie, Juliet Valentina and Violetta…. READ MORE

Emily And Tom

Written in anticipation of meeting up with someone, who eventually did not come. However, there is still the story which is sexual in nature…. PART 1PART 2PART 3.

New Years Eve Party

A New Years party at the Tanner house ended up as a wonderful evening, and it culminated with Pixie bratting me and getting a good spanking. Within a minute of the spanking ending Pixie was fast asleep…. READ MORE

The Errant Schoolgirl

A long time ago I used to visit a wonderful girl by the name of Raven. We engaged in a full roleplay where she played Miss Gallagher, a mischievous student. This spanking ended with a very long application of the cracker barrel paddle to her bare bottom…. READ MORE

A Weekend With A Good Girl

Many spankings occur when the beautiful Aurora comes to stay with me. This weekend was also the very first time that I used a cane, albeit from a one inch distance. When this story was originally written it was one of my most popular on spanking sites…. READ MORE

Nurse Byron And The Manor House

Probably the darkest story on the site, about a nurse who takes advantage of her unconscious patient, only to find out that his security cameras captured the whole thing. Set in a stately home, the house also contains a special play room which she is forbidden from entering. Once the video footage is reviewed, she is taken to the special room for her punishment…. READ MORE

Santa And The Gingerbread Elf

At one time the video to this story ranked as the fourth most watched video on spanking tube of all time. When it was eventually pulled it had been watched nearly a million times. Think about that! Even to this day I am asked about this video. I play the role of Santa and Audrey Knight is the most delectable naughty elf you could imagine. Pictures accompany this story…. READ MORE

Need A Ride Home

A man offers to drive his co-worker home in the heavy snow. On the journey she finds out that he spanked his daughters and it brings out the brat in her. What started as a plan to give her a playful birthday spanking ended up being a proper spanking due to her behavior…. READ MORE

Saturday Night In Vegas

At a weekend party in Vegas I hosted a small room party with friends which turned into an all nighter. One attendee was a vanilla girl who only came to the party with her friend. At 5.30am someone called my room, it was the vanilla girl, and soon after she received her very first bare bottom spanking…. READ MORE

Now at this point I am going to break the post up into two different posts. There are still half a dozen stories to add that are already listed, but as I was going through the list one thing was becoming apparent, I don’t yet have all the stories listed under the story categories. It dawned on me because one of the most popular stories to appear on this site wasn’t listed. I figured I had missed it in the stats but then I realized, I don’t have a story page created for it yet. The story was The Saturday Spanking Show which has been viewed thousands of times since I wrote it, but I neglected to create a page for it. That was the point that I realized that all of the stories featuring ellee, barring one, have not been added to the story section. I think this was because ellee has her own section on this site anyway as posts featuring her are incredibly popular. So this week I am going to create separate pages for all stories which I have yet to do, and that will also include older ones that I have yet to create pages for.

Who Likes Stories?

So I have a friend who has been asking me for a new story for a long time now and as I haven’t written one in a while I figured I would open it up and see if anyone has any ideas as to what they would like to see in a story. Obviously I have my own ideas. My ideas are about the enjoyment that one gets from the spanking lifestyle, not as an outlet to be mean spirited towards others.

The mean spirited behavior has driven me away a bit as my enjoyment from the spanking lifestyle begins to wane, there are some behaviors that I don’t get and will probably never understand. But the old adage applies, only you can control how you act and how you present yourself to others.

So with that in mind it takes me back to when I first started and the enjoyment that I used to get. Meeting people with a similar mindset, finding out what it is that they like and building stories based on combined ideas.

I’m going to write a story soon and right now I don’t have any idea as to what this story is going to include, so I am opening the floor to any suggestions, thoughts or ideas that you would like to see in a story yourself. Obviously I can’t include everything in one story, but I am a creative person and I have some ideas in mind for multiple suggestions to be incorporated. It is almost like a collaborative effort only I will be the one piecing it together. So if you have a suggestion as to what you would like to see in a story then add it in the box below, and underneath the box is a .list of stories that I have written that are currently on this site.

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