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Playing With AI Storytelling

One day a while back I was browsing through spanking blogs when I found a post about spanking stories created by AI over on Strict Julie. I didn’t think too much more about it but I know that she had turned out a hundred plus stories using it.

Now I already use a ChatGPT substitute to help me with my vanilla Youtube scripts. What generally happens is I put my script into the AI and it returns my writing in a more presentable format. It is perfect for what I need because my scripts tend to run longer than my video footage and the AI pretty much halves what I have written.

Well this week I was scrolling the blogs again and once more I saw a more recent post on the strictjulie site concerning an alternate pay site for creating stories. Let me tell you at this point that most AI story generators are heavily censored, you need a degree in engineering to circumvent its filters, lol. In the comments on the latest post Strict Julie gave an example of the prompts she used to generate a story.

So I wondered if the AI that I used could generate a spanking story. By the way, I got the idea from Strict Julie’s site, therefore as a decent human being I am linking to her site as a courtesy for bringing the idea to the table. That’s only fair, right?

Now look, I can tinker with it until the cows come home, but, I entered my prompts based on the structure example that Strict Julie provided and this is what it spanked out. Like I said, I could have tinkered with it and created something much longer, but my only intention is to show you the possibilities. So I present to you a story written by AI.

The Country Store Paddle

The sun was shining brightly on the small country store, casting a warm glow on the wooden exterior. The bell above the door chimed as Jessica pushed it open, the tiny bell echoing through the empty store. She had been searching for the perfect paddle for her sorority, something that would be both fun and functional. As she wandered the aisles, she couldn’t help but feel a little nervous, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she glanced around.

“Can I help you find something?” The store owner, a tall, muscular man with a salt and pepper beard, asked, his voice deep and friendly.

“Uh, yes,” Jessica stammered, “I’m looking for a paddle for my sorority. Something fun and…uh…”

“Spankable?” The store owner suggested with a grin, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

Jessica blushed even harder, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. “Yeah, exactly,” she muttered, her voice barely audible.

The store owner led her to the back of the store, where a shelf was filled with various paddles. “We have a variety of paddles here,” he said, gesturing to the shelf. “From light and fun to heavy and serious.”

Jessica glanced at the paddles, her eyes widening as she took in the range of sizes and shapes. “I’m not sure which one to choose,” she said hesitantly.

The store owner leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Let me give you some advice,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “If you want a paddle that’s both fun and effective, you should try it out first.”

Jessica’s eyes widened in surprise, but she nodded, her curiosity piqued. “How do I do that?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The store owner smirked, his eyes still locked on Jessica’s. “I’ll close the store for a few minutes, and I’ll show you.”

Jessica hesitated for a moment, but then nodded, her curiosity getting the better of her. “Okay,” she said, her voice barely audible.

The store owner locked the door and pulled down the blinds. He then flipped on the lights, casting their shadows on the wooden floor. “Alright,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Let’s see how you like a spanking.”

Jessica’s heart raced as the store owner led her over to a wooden chair in the corner of the room. He sat down and patted his lap, his eyes never leaving Jessica’s face. “Over my lap,” he ordered, his voice firm and commanding.

Jessica hesitated for a moment, but then she stepped forward and bent over the store owner’s lap, her hands landing on the floor in front of her. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her face flushing with embarrassment.

The store owner reached up and grabbed a small wooden paddle from the shelf, his eyes never leaving Jessica’s face. “This is the one I recommend,” he said, his voice low and husky. “It’s small and light, but it packs a punch.”

Jessica’s eyes widened as the store owner brought the paddle down on her shorts, the sound of the impact echoing through the room. She yelped, her face flushing with embarrassment, but she didn’t move.

The store owner brought the paddle down again, and again, each time leaving a bright red mark on Jessica’s seat. She could feel her bottom starting to sting, but she didn’t move, her face burning with embarrassment.

Finally, the store owner stopped, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Alright,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Now, let’s try it with your pants down.”

Jessica’s eyes widened in shock, but she didn’t move, her face burning with embarrassment. “What?” she stammered, her voice barely audible.

The store owner reached down and tugged her shorts down, exposing her thin pink panties. “I want you to feel what a real spanking feels like,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

Jessica’s heart raced as the store owner brought the paddle down on her bottom, the sound of the impact echoing through the room. She yelped, her face flushing with embarrassment, but she didn’t move.

The store owner brought the paddle down again, and again, each time leaving a bright red mark on Jessica’s bottom. She could feel her bottom starting to sting, her face burning with embarrassment.

Finally, the store owner stopped, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Alright,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Now, let’s talk about the benefits of a paddle and a spanking.”

Jessica stood up, her face still burning with embarrassment, her hands rubbing the seat of her scorching bottom. “I… I don’t know what to say,” she stammered, her voice barely audible.

The store owner smiled, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “A paddle is a great tool for discipline, but it can also be a lot of fun,” he said, his voice low and husky. “And a good spanking can teach you a lesson, and make you feel good at the same time.”

Jessica’s face flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn’t help but agree with the store owner. “I… I guess so,” she stammered, her voice barely audible.

The store owner grinned, his eyes still locked on Jessica’s face. “I’m glad we had this little chat,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Now, let’s find you the perfect paddle for your sorority.”

Jessica nodded, her face still burning with embarrassment, but she couldn’t help but feel a little excited. “Okay,” she said, her voice barely audible.

The store owner led Jessica back to the shelf, his eyes never leaving her face. “This one,” he said, pointing to a small wooden paddle with a heart-shaped handle. “It’s perfect for your sorority, and it’ll remind you of our little chat.”

Jessica nodded, her face still burning with embarrassment, but she couldn’t help but feel a little excited. “Thanks,” she said, her voice barely audible.

The store owner smiled, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “You’re welcome,” he said, his voice low and husky. “And remember, a little spanking can go a long way.”

Jessica blushed even harder, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, but she couldn’t help but agree. “I… I will,” she stammered, her voice barely audible.

With the paddle in hand, Jessica left the store, her face still burning with embarrassment, but her heart pounding with excitement. She couldn’t wait to share the paddle with her sorority sisters, and to see the looks on their faces when they heard the story of how she had found it.

As she walked back to her car, Jessica couldn’t help but think about the store owner’s words. A little spanking can go a long way, she thought, her face still burning with embarrassment, but her heart pounding with excitement. And she knew that she would never forget the day she had found the perfect paddle for her sorority.

After The Spanking

As Jessica drove back to the sorority house, her mind was still filled with the events of the day. She couldn’t help but feel a mixture of excitement and embarrassment, but she knew that the paddle would be a hit among her sorority sisters.

She pulled into the sorority parking lot, her heart racing as she got out of the car and made her way to the front door. As she opened the door, she could hear the laughter and chatter of her sisters filling the house. They were all gathered in the common room, enjoying a movie night.

Jessica walked into the room, her heart pounding in her chest, the paddle tucked discreetly under her arm. She couldn’t help but feel a little nervous, but she knew that she had to share the paddle with her sisters.

“Hey, girls!” Jessica called out, her voice shaking a little. “I found something really cool today!”

Her sisters turned to look at her, their eyes wide with curiosity. “What is it?” one of them asked, her voice filled with excitement.

Jessica held up the paddle, her face flushing with embarrassment. “It’s a paddle,” she stammered, her voice barely audible. “I found it at this little country store, and I thought it would be perfect for our sorority.”

Her sisters gasped in surprise, their eyes widening as they took in the paddle. “Wow, that’s so cool!” one of them exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.

Jessica blushed even harder, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, but she couldn’t help but feel a little excited. “Yeah, I thought so too,” she stammered, her voice barely audible.

As her sisters gathered around her, their eyes filled with curiosity, Jessica told them the story of how she had found the paddle, and the spanking she got in the process. Her sisters listened intently, their faces flushing with embarrassment, but they couldn’t help but feel a little excited.

“So, what do you think we should do with the paddle?” one of them asked, her voice filled with excitement.

Jessica thought for a moment, her face still burning with embarrassment, but she couldn’t help but feel a little excited. “I think we should use it for fun,” she stammered, her voice barely audible. “Like, for punishment, but in a fun way.”

Her sisters nodded, their eyes twinkling with excitement. “That sounds like a great idea,” one of them said, her voice filled with enthusiasm.

And so, with the paddle in hand, Jessica and her sorority sisters began a new tradition. They would take turns spanking each other with the paddle, laughing and giggling as they tried to outdo each other. And every time they used the paddle, they would remember the day it was discovered.

As the years went by, the paddle became a symbol of their sorority, a reminder of the fun and laughter they had shared together.

And as Jessica looked back on her college years, she couldn’t help but feel a little nostalgic. She had learned so much during her time in college, and she had made so many memories with her sorority sisters. But it was the paddle that stood out the most, a small wooden object that had brought them all so much fun and laughter.

As she graduated and prepared to leave college, Jessica couldn’t help but feel a little sad. But she knew that she would always have her memories of the paddle, and the spanking she had received in the process.

She packed up her belongings, her heart heavy with sadness, but her mind filled with the laughter and joy that the paddle had brought her. As she closed the door to her sorority house for the last time, she took one last look at the paddle, hanging on the wall, and smiled.

She knew that the paddle would always be a part of her, a reminder of the fun and laughter she had shared with her sorority sisters. And as she drove away from the college, her heart filled with nostalgia, she knew that she would never forget the day she had found the perfect paddle for her sorority.

F/M Friday 65

Dude doesn’t post for weeks and now he is posting daily? LOL.

This past week I have been looking at an AI story generator. Now for my scripts for my Youtube channel I generally put into an AI for the purposes of editing it. What normally happens is I put a three page script in to be edited, and the AI spanks out a version that is about half the length of what I wrote. This is vital for my videos because I need to put a lot of narration into relatively short videos. The AI output is actually my writing, the AI just condenses it into a shorter form.

Obviously these AI sites are not very friendly when it comes to spanking material, but with a lot of effort and manipulation from what I can tell, you can get a half decent spanking story out of it. Well lo and behold I found a story generator this week that is void of the normal censors these type of sites generally put on, and they can be quite strict sensors at that. The site I found though doesn’t seem to have any, at least not in the terms of a spanking story.

My days of actually writing stories seem to be behind me, or at least at present I don’t have the motivation to do so. The only encouragement the blog seems to give are comments such as “Good story, now write me another one” 🙂

So tomorrow I am going to give it a shot. I will put instructions into the story generator and then whatever it turns out I will share with you all. It won’t be a proper story like I normally write, but it should be fun to see. I will share the links where the idea for this concept came from tomorrow.

Windsor Wednesday Classic – 270

Today we have a senior superlatives triple header. As you all know by now, I try to keep my posts with a maximum of three spanking images, that way I feel that the viewers can appreciate each one. Just a personal choice and opinion of mine. Though of course I will throw out a six pack every now and then of images that would rarely see the time of day otherwise.

All pics will be added to my SUPERLATIVES folder.

The first image is one that I have sat on for four years now and I really love this one. While it is obviously much older, to me it has this ‘American Pie’ feel to it, mostly I guess because the guy looks like Jason Biggs. It would be a stretch to say that the woman looks like Alyson Hannigan, but you can see where I’m going with this, right?

The second image this week is one that it would have been likely to have made its own post, it is certainly good enough, but I will throw it in with this three spot this week. What is it that he is holding do you think?

And lastly, not a very good picture, but I am sure some of you out there will love it.

F/M Friday 63

If you come to this site on a Friday solely for the weekly F/M pic, you will have to pardon me and indulge me for a second, but damn if I wouldn’t want to grab that paddle from her hand and give her six of the best on the spot myself, lol. It’s almost as if she is reading the viewers minds 🙂

This will be added to my F/M COLLECTION page, which always surprises me that it is the most viewed page on this website (other than the homepage).

 

Paddled On The Spot

Whatever the frivolous reason was, can you imagine a world where playful spankings were conducted on the spot by consenting adults?

Okay, so the real reason for this Saturday post is that I am trying something out. In the near future I will delve deeper into this, but I am trying out new ways to get some interaction on the blog. The easiest way to do this is to use the ready made comment section. So here we go, this link will take you right to the comment box! Click below.

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F/M Friday 62

As you can see I am trying to get back into the swing of things. I even looked for some new pics last night, that was the first time in months that I started looking for new material. This was the old fashioned way as well, going through books page by page. There was only one birthday spanking pic that I found, but it was better than nothing.

Anyway, it looks like band practice has upped it a level, it appears someone wasn’t playing the drum correctly.

Windsor Wednesday Classic – 264

Can you imagine if this image had made a mainstream publication back in the 1940s or 1950s? Depending of course on when the picture was taken. I’m thinking 1950s because a flared skirt was more popular in the 1940s whereas the pencil skirt became popular in the 1950s.

The 1950s were also the time where it was more common for a person to be curvaceous, so a photo like this in a 1950s magazine would have probably set the magazine on fire. Of course the image never made a magazine, it is simply from someone’s personal collection that is now being sold to the highest bidder, but it is always interesting to visit olden times.

I mean it’s not exactly a great spanking pic, certainly not with what the guy was holding. Now, if he was holding a big old paddle then it might be a different story 🙂 In fact I am pretty good at photoshop, maybe I will create an image from this one 😉