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.
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”.
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”
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!!
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.
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.
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!
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.
The Fly On The Wall
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.
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.