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.
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.