56 Years Old Today

Don’t worry,  there won’t be any links to gift registries,  quite the reverse actually,  I’m going to be giving YOU stuff to celebrate my 56th year. Okay,  for the video I ask simply for a question,  but that is all that I ask for,  and in reality I actually ask that so that I can give you even more moving forward.

It has been a tougher year this year without a doubt,  it is the first birthday that I have had since my last family member passed away,  but I’m not going to dwell on any negativity,  today’s post is about giving. So there is going to be a free video  (for the cost of a question),  some nice rare photos,  and links to birthday related stories that I have on my site. So before we get on to the pictures,  let’s start with the video.

The video that I am giving away today is stored in my Google drive,  you simply send me your email address in the form below and I send you a link to the video. Don’t worry,  I don’t keep the email addresses nor do I use them for anything,  they are used to send you a link to the video,  that’s it.

The video that I have chosen is one that I put together and it features 23 minutes of spanking over panties. You have heard from me a hundred times on this topic,  I’m like the anti genitalia Colonel in the spanking world. So as it is my birthday and as I have a deep rooted preference for spankings being given over panties,  as opposed to bare bottom spankings with gyno cam,  that is what we are going with today. If that doesn’t interest you then no harm,  no foul,  we all have our own interests in the spanking world. The 23 minute video is a compilation taken from all of MY SPANKING FILMS,  and most of the clips of course involve WHITE NYLON PANTIES.

Below is an image from the movie which also shows the timestamp,  and below the image is the form where for simply asking me a question,  I will provide you with a link to the spanking film. Keep in mind that all questions asked will be used in future posts when I do a Q and A,  and don’t worry,  your question will be posted anonymously,  guaranteed. If you are not interested in the movie,  not to worry,  just scroll past the form where more stuff awaits.

That’s not all though,  this is a celebration of my 56th year and as I am frequently reminded that I bring content to you all that people haven’t seen before,  then why should today be different. First up is one of my favourite recent spanking finds. The guy is holding a wicked looking carpet beater,  and while there is never any information provided on these photos as to whether or not they are real or staged,  I’m going to take an educated guess judging by the look on the woman’s face and by the fact that the carpet beater is in motion,  that this spanking is probably more real than it is staged.

The image is from 1961 from an unknown location and this will be added to my PLAYFUL SPANKINGS folder.

You have heard of paddle boards right? Ever wonder how they got their name? Click on the image for the full sized version.

If I could have a spanking wish right now then I think that this next image would sum it up quite nicely. It would be so nice to hop into a time machine and replace the guy in this scene. You know,  my name really is Richard,  it isn’t just a stage name,  so that could be me right there with that girl. Her outfit is just about the hottest thing out there,  and that type of outfit would get my spanking interest back in a heartbeat.

For some reason,  I just don’t believe her  🙂

You of course have to excuse my obsession,  but seriously,  is there any finer site that seeing a red bottom shining through the panties? First picture is from PUNISHED BRATS,  second picture is of the model TEN who is also featured in the video above..

Well I hope that you have enjoyed the photos as a part of my birthday celebration,  also don’t forget that I frequently include birthday spankings in my stories. Rather than linking them all individually though,  here is the page to my FICTIONAL SPANKING STORIES where you can peruse at your leisure.

 

Behind The Story

Before I get started on my prose today,  I just want to tell you about a book that I picked up last week.

At the BBW party,  Violette De St-Sienne was selling her new book. As I am a firm believer in supporting people’s efforts in the spanking community I went ahead and picked a copy up. Now I haven’t read it as of yet,  but I did want to let you know about it so that you can check it out. If you go to THIS PAGE on Amazon you can have a look inside of the book.

On Twitter a couple of days ago I made a random tweet and for some reason it started getting likes all over the place. It was only 45 likes,  but for a male spanker on Twitter that is quite a lot. In fact I am going to guess that it is the most likes I have ever got for a Tweet.

The reason that I made the tweet was based on MY LATEST STORY. There was some self-evaluation based on the fact that after spending 6-8 hours writing the story,  it only got two replies. The thing is I think that I get it though,  I only know one way to write and that is how spanking pertains to me,  it isn’t the same for everyone.

Spanking story sites seem to be a thing of the past,  there are a couple of traditional ones out there and then some where sexual activity is the primary focus of the story. Of course there are bloggers like myself who also write stories,  and I have mentioned it many times before,  the stories alone on my website account for 25% of all traffic. That is quite a high number considering that I don’t write many stories,  and most people come to my website to look at the latest finds that I am bringing to the spanking world. The stories though,  even the ones that I wrote back in 2007 are read frequently.

The main story site that I know of is THE LIBRARY OF SPANKING FICTION. This site is frequently updated and I have even donated a couple of stories for them to sell in compendiums to raise money for their site along with other authors.

Now I’m treading on dangerous ground here,  because there is always the likelihood that someone will misinterpret what I am saying,  but there are trends that I observe that make me understand that people have their own writing styles and I am no different than that.

One time it was said to me that nobody can tell if they will or will not like a spanking story in a few seconds. Now I disagree with that wholeheartedly,  in fact if in the synopsis it is indicated that the story involves the cane,  then I won’t even open it. That’s quite funny really considering that everyone and their mother seems to want to ask me to cane them,  but I get zero interest from reading a story involving a caning,  literally zero. Likewise,  if I start to read a story and it begins  “In 1874”,  I’m out of there. While I can read a story from the 1930’s or 40’s,  I predominantly want the stories that I read to be from the 1950’s onwards. If I’m not mistaken,  I only wrote one single fiction story that involved the cane,  and that was INTO A FARAWAY PLACE.

There are a lot of authors who stick to their chosen format,  and I’m one of them so this isn’t a criticism. Some of them always use the same implement,  even if other implements are involved. I’m a hand man myself so I understand it,  for many others they always have to have the cane used,  or the hairbrush or the strap. Likewise for some there is no variation when it comes to the bare bottom,  every spanking in every story has to be on the bare from the get go for some people.

So this is where I think that I sometimes fall short,  my stories almost always use the same formula. The formula is based upon fact however,  these were the spankings that I either witnessed growing up,  or saw in comic books or in mainstream movies,  and indeed they also reflect how I play. Virtually every story that I have written on this site has been of the M/F genre,  combining that with my REAL LIFE STORIES and my site is almost exclusively M/F to be honest. It is a formula that I have rarely deviated from since I started writing stories. On my site there is one,  just a single one that involves an F/M spanking,  and even that is mostly F/F. That story is THE FLY ON THE WALL. Then to break the M/F genre once more and try to promote a little diversity,  the last two stories that I have written were F/F stories. Again though,  those are the only two F/F fiction stories I believe.

In the LATEST STORY I took some of the reader suggestions into account and tried to incorporate a lot of what was suggested to me. Obviously I couldn’t do everything asked,  but I did use the opportunity to build some character development and include some of the things that readers wanted. So in regards to the spanking itself,  even though the story was F/F,  I also include flashback spankings that covered every genre,  M/F,  F/F,  F/M and even M/M memories.

Going back to the root of the topic though,  the formula that I use is almost always the same. I focus solely on spanking,  predominantly spankings with the hand,  and almost always the spankings are given over the panties.

When you ask for feedback on what people want to read,  you will be amazed at the passion that people have when it comes to their preferences. Obviously the main one,  and there are times when people actually complain,  but the main one is that people want and expect is the spanking to be on the bare bottom. A person has to write how they feel about something for themselves though. Starting from when I was growing up at an early age I never once witnessed a bare bottom spanking,  at the very worst it was given on the panties or underwear,  and that was at worst. Every single comic book that I read the female got it on the panties  (POST HERE)  save for the ones that wore shorts,  and on television it was never on the bare.

It is a part of me just like the spanking itself is,  and I know that this sounds stupid,  but if a spanking is given on the bare bottom then it doesn’t register as a genuine spanking to me. I’m pretty weird,  aren’t I?  I mean that in all honesty and sincerity though,  the most genuine spankings that I watch are normally the ones that are the opening spanking scene in a spanking movie. It is something that I just cannot help,  it is something that I have felt for as long as I have had an interest in spanking. It started at an early age and the seeds were sewn long,  long ago as to what spanking means to me in terms of one being genuine. This is something that is DEEPLY ingrained in me.

Having had many a discussion with fellow spankos in person,  I am by far not alone when it comes to open displays of genitalia in spanking films. For me it is a complete turn off and I switch the movie off the moment it becomes a vagina show. Thankfully there is a small network of people who agree with me on this one which is comforting. Now I’m not knocking the practice,  I want people to produce whatever sells for them,  I’m just speaking from a personal level that it has the opposite effect on me.

The bottom line is that I have tried my hardest to change things up whenever I write a spanking story,  but there is a formula that is set in my mind as to how I want to represent spanking and what it actually means to me. When people leave suggestions in the story recommendations I do try my hardest to take them into account. I’m afraid that I will never write a spanking story that starts on the bare from the get go,  but suggestions such as  “Ankle socks”  do it for someone,  or the mother has to straighten her skirt first,  and many such quips like this that people really want in a spanking story that makes a spanking work for them,  then those I can include in the story quite easily.

Let me make one addendum to this prose though. From a personal level I have always thought that panties should be worn under pajamas,  however,  if a spanking is given and the pajamas are taken down and the spankee is not wearing panties,  then for some unknown reason that spanking does come across as being genuine to me. Maybe it is because I find pajama spankings to be so freaking hot that the simple fact that a person is wearing pajamas circumvents my usual inability to see a bare bottom spanking,  if they have on pajama bottoms then it doesn’t matter to me if it then goes to bare bottom,  I’m perfectly fine with that.

Mother Spanks Daughter - The Best Friend

This is probably one of the longest short stories that I have written and it took me the best part of the day to complete and edit. Even then it is only 6,250 words long,  but it felt like I wrote 30,000 words. You have the opportunity to leave feedback if you want. At the end of part one of this story I left a form for users to submit their ideas as to what they wanted to see in part 2. Many of you will see that I have included some of those ideas as best as I can. Once you read the story,  if you feel like leaving feedback or making a suggestion for part 3 then I will welcome it all,  whether positive or negative.

You can read PART 1  <—– by clicking on the highlighted text.

There are always bits of real life that are added to stories and the reason that I chose the year 1986 was because of a film that came out in 1983. 1986 was chosen because it was the year before I moved to America. In the 1983 film,  Joysticks,  Joe Don Baker tells his fully grown daughter,  Corinne Bohrer,  that she is not to old for a spanking. It was really hot and it spoke to me of a different time. So before the story,  know that a quick one liner gave me some inspiration,  and when you picture the scene described,  here is an image from the same film of the type of panties that girls wore in the 1980’s. Now onto the story,  I hope that you like it. To avoid any confusion Brittney and Bri are the same person,  likewise Elaine and Lainey are also the same person.

Before you read the story does include a lot of memories of spankings since past,  these include M/F,  F/F,  F/M and M/M. If that is not going to interest you then just look at the panty covered spankable bottoms below and move on  🙂

Mother Spanks Daughter  –  The Best Friend

Back in 1986 it was a different time, especially in Texas. It was long before a more liberal movement started to emerge regarding the use of corporal punishment, indeed, in this particular town if you weren’t subject to spankings growing up then you were one of the unusual ones. Sparing the rod and spoiling the child was as common as hot dinners.

The fact that Elaine’s mom still spanked her at 18,  going on 19,  wasn’t entirely unheard of at all,  especially considering that Mrs. Ferris had received her last strapping at the hands of her own mother when she was 20 years old. The old premise was more common than not,  as long as you are living under this roof you will follow my rules,  and the consequences for breaking those rules would be carried out the old fashioned way.

It wasn’t the same for everyone,  it had been four years since the F bomb had dropped out of Bri’s mouth. Four years since she was last staring at the carpet as the Paternal hand stopped the spanking to draw the last remaining piece of protection down over an already well spanked bottom,  and four years since she had to carry her father’s strap to the shed with him in tow to enforce to his charge that it would be the last time she ever dropped the F bomb in his house.

Even to this day she remembers walking to the shed with tears running down her cheeks,  hoping against all hope that nobody in the neighborhood was looking out of their window as she did the walk of shame. Fourteen well placed swings of the belt later on her bare bottom had her dancing all over the shed and promising that she will never again utter a curse word. She wasn’t just promising her dad,  she was also promising herself.

Four years had passed,  and even though she was about to turn 19,  she also knew that if she ever dared mutter so much as a single curse word in front of her Father then she knew exactly where she would end up,  that much was a guarantee. The strap still hung in his room,  even though it hadn’t been used at all for nearly three whole years,  and Bri would only have to glance at it sideways for her stomach to start flipping knots. It’s not like the spankings themselves weren’t something to be afraid of anyway,  but when the strap came into play and either herself,  her brother or her sister had to carry it to the shed with their father walking behind them,  the whole process took on a whole new psychological torment. Just the mere thought of carrying the strap that was going to be applied to her own bottom would make her go weak at the knees,  and even now just catching a glimpse of it would make her blush a deep red.

The fact that Elaine still got spanked was never really spoken about,  but Bri was fully aware,  just as she was aware of all of her other friends who were still subject to some parental discipline,  so it wasn’t unusual in that aspect. So when she called Elaine’s house two days later to make plans and her mom informed her that she was grounded for breaking curfew,  it was with a sympathetic nod that Bri mentally accepted that she was grounded on a spanked bottom. With her birthday just two weeks away to the day she very meekly asked how long Elaine was grounded for. Mrs. Ferris was as astute as a fox and she knew the reason behind the question,  so she simply replied “As long as I come to an understanding with Elaine,  she will be able to attend your birthday plans,  Brittney”

Once the phone was placed on the receiver Brittney let out an audible sigh of relief. Her birthday was on a Sunday so that meant a Sunday brunch with her family,  church,  and then a rather conservative gathering with extended family members. It’s not that Bri would complain about any of that,  but she did want to spend the day before her birthday with Lainey and a few other friends. There was no guarantee that Elaine was going to be at church today,  but past history in any family where discipline was involved would generally mean that going to church would be the one social outing that was accepted and allowed. Bri was hoping deep down that she would at the very least get to briefly speak with Elaine later that day at church,  even if that was in the presence of both sets of families in a cordial environment.

It is worth pointing out that the discipline of the time was common place,  nobody considered it unusual and it wasn’t conducted in a spiteful manner. Each family had a lot of love involved with them and the belief was that the installation of traditional family values helped to steer a young ward into the right direction in life. Most practitioners of discipline were themselves once a recipient of the same set of traditional family values,  and they were all deemed valuable members of society. Whilst it wouldn’t be commonplace,  it also wouldn’t be completely unheard of for a girl in her early 20’s to get a good strapping in the barn should she consider herself a bit too big for her britches. There were many different variants of old horse straps and bridles which continued to serve a purpose long after they stopped being used on the horse in many a barn across this quiet town.

Punishments were almost exclusively conducted within the same family,  it would be very rare for it to take place outside of the home,  though of course paddling was still employed with gusto. In fact most of the kids growing up had also heard of the rumor that the church minister himself was the owner of a school paddle in his office,  a rumor that grew into an urban legend.

Twenty five to thirty years ago the urban legend was more than just a rumor,  the most trusted member of the community was indeed a man whose services were required by many families. Christian discipline was,  and in fact still is,  thought of as a necessary component in a family’s life,  and in the 1950’s it wasn’t unusual for the minister himself to spare the rod at the request of a parent,  normally in their presence. It became a practice that slowly disappeared over the years to a point that it only became a rumor,  and then became an urban legend. Nobody knew if it was really true,  except perhaps for the older folks who grew up during those formative years,  and they were not people who would ever entertain discussing such a topic.

Yes,  while in this small town everybody seemed to know their neighbor’s business,  there were in fact some secrets that were never spoken about. There wasn’t a single person who ever admitted that they were once paddled or spanked by the minister,  and there was likely to be the same amount of people who would never confess that their  “Have to meet with the minister”  proclamations over the subsequent years were far from being meetings to discuss the latest church fundraiser. The legend started thirty years ago,  the secrets of many an adult remains until this current day.

Elaine and her mom were ready in their Sunday dress to make their way to church. Elaine was very mindful of her situation and she would never want to disrespect her mom,  so she was a little apprehensive when she clasped her hands in front of her as she looked at the floor and meekly asked her mom a question in a little more than a whisper. “Mom,  I know that I am grounded until next week, but would it be okay if I ask Brittney what she wants to do for her birthday”?

Mrs. Ferris was a strict mother,  but she was also a warm,  loving person who valued friendships. She had no intention of restricting Elaine from speaking with Bri at church,  and in fact she appreciated that Elaine had respected her enough to ask for her permission first. With a warm smile she said that she could,  but also warning her not to abuse her freedom at church today. A very happy Elaine suppressed her happiness and politely replied  “Yes,  Mama”

Tim was also going to be at church today with his own family,  but unlike the two girls who wanted to talk with each other,  Tim on the other hand was decidedly in favor of minding his p’s and q’s. His goal was to wait for Elaine to call him and if he was able to make eye contact with her at church for a quick smile then he would see that as a victory. It was mostly based on his desire not to get Elaine in any more trouble than she was already in,  even though the process was a bit of a foreign concept to him that he didn’t fully understand.

The environment that Tim grew up in was vastly different to that of his girlfriend and Brittney,  he grew up in a very progressive family who did not believe in corporal punishment. His experiences in that field he could count on one hand,  well,  after overhearing Lainey getting spanked he had now started on the second hand. He was aware of friends getting paddled at school,  and while his parents did not allow that for him it actually wasn’t even something he had ever given more than a second thought to. He had only ever been spanked once in his life and that was during a sleepover by his best friend’s mom. He had often wondered if his friend’s mom had told his parents about it,  he certainly hadn’t. Tim was embarrassed about the whole affair and the only reason that he wouldn’t tell his parents was through the fear of disappointing them.

He could only look back at the incident with some humor. Despite being in the unusual position of staring at a carpet for the first time in his life,  he distinctly remembers a joke that he made to himself as his friend’s mom pulled his pj bottoms down. The silly joke being that if he hadn’t worn underwear then he would have had his bare bottom showing. The joke was fleeting of course,  it was soon replaced by the unbearable sound and feel of a maternal hand landing on its upended target. Tim would have sworn that it went on for half an hour,  but it lasted less than a minute as he howled and squirmed with all his might. He then had to watch through tear stained eyes as his friend got the same treatment,  though it was significantly longer and harder than what he himself had got.

Then there was the time that his friend,  TJ,  had got the belt from his dad the previous night before. The reason that this was memorable was because TJ quite happily pulled his shorts down to show all of his friends what his bottom looked like as if it were some type of trophy. Tim sat there in awe at the slightly faded red lines that seemed to adorn every inch of his friend’s hind end. He had also seen another friend very briefly dance a merry tune as his dad swung the belt,  but in that instance he was petrified and ran away as fast as he could after watching the thick leather belt land two times.

The most memorable spanking that he was a witness to was one that was forever etched in his mind that had happened many years ago. It was the only time that he had ever witnessed a full on spanking to that day,  and he wasn’t likely to ever forget it.

Tim was with a group of friends when one of their gang,  Micheal,  gleefully joined them. The reason for his joy was quite apparent very quickly as he announced with a tremendous amount of satisfaction that Kimberly,  his older sister,  was going to get a spanking. Tim had a huge crush on Kimberly and as his friends started to leave he hung back slyly before slowly scooting off,  his intended destination being the Smith household. It seemed like a no loss situation,  he could amble around the property and if he was caught he had an easy out,  he was just looking for his friend Michael.

Upon arriving at the house it didn’t take very long at all for him to hear that something was about to happen. All he had expected was to hear the sounds of his crush getting a spanking,  he had no idea at that time that where the spanking was due to take place was in the basement where the laundry machine was. He discovered that by listening to the scolding that was taking place and following the sound of the single voice that he could hear. When he arrived at the final location where the voice had led him to,  his mouth flew wide open as he crouched down and realized that one of the small windows to the basement would allow him a birds eye view to the scene that was just about to commence.

He had missed the part where Kimberly was pulled over her mother’s lap,  he also missed the pulling down of the white shorts that now sat puddled at her ankles. He joined the proceedings as Kimberly’s hand was firmly planted on her bottom trying to protect the seat of her way too thin sky blue nylon panties. He kneeled there peeking in through the edge of the window as the battle of the loose hand commenced. Kimberly’s mother won that battle easily and soon the offending hand was tucked under Kimberly’s own body being held there solidly by the hand of her mother,  which was also tucked under her body holding on to Kimberly’s only defense.

What happened next is something that Tim will never forget. Apparently out of nowhere,  as if Kimberly’s mother had pulled off some kind of magic trick,  a stout wooden backed hairbrush was in her hand and it was heading down as fast as lightning upon Kimberly’s barely covered fanny. Tim kneeled there in awe as the hairbrush rained down at a steady,  rhythmic pace covered every single inch of Kimberly’s bottom. He could not forget Kimberly frantic attempts to avoid the smack of the brush as her legs kicked wildly and her pleas of forgiveness got louder by the second. His eyes transfixed on the thin nylon rippling at every smack that the brush landed upon them,  and how her frantic gyrations would cause those panties to ride up and up until the hard backed brush was striking nothing but bare skin as the spanking progressed,  repeating the same pattern of covering every inch of the scarlet bottom several times over before all was said and done.

The very instant that the brush stopped descending on the well spanked fanny,  and a tearful Kimberly started to stand up,  Tim scarpered like Carl Lewis out of fear that one of them would look up and catch him spying on the spanking.

When Tim overheard his girlfriend being spanked it was the image of this particular spanking that kept running through his mind as he tried to picture Elaine getting spanked. Man,  he remembered every time he ran into Kimberly from that day forward whenever he was with Michael,  he could barely look her in the eye. However,  whenever she left them alone his eyes were transfixed and never left the bottom that he had watched getting a spanking. It was perhaps his best day ever when Kimberly left for college,  he no longer had to blush at the mere sight of her.

He was sheltered in his life from spankings,  but the sight of Kimberly getting spanked and the sound of Lainey getting spanked were two events that he could quite happily relive in his mind until the cows came home.

Everyone was at church two days after the event in their Sunday best,  once the service was over it was time for the families to socialize and catch up with one another. Tim stood close by his parents and their time at the post service gathering was going to be very short,  perhaps only ten minutes had passed before they were all in the family car heading home. That was the only time that Tim actually saw Elaine during the service,  as he was leaving,  but she didn’t see him. Elaine had seen the back of Tim’s head in the church but their eyes had not met.

As the church service attendees milled around talking to one another,  Elaine and Brittney pulled off one of their best stealth modes as they expertly inched their way step by step closer to each other. Like skilled tacticians they had soon maneuvered themselves from a small gathering into a place where there was just the two of them. They talked as quietly as they could and Brittney tried to offer up some comfort to her friend. “I’m sorry your grounded,  Lainey” she said in her best pouty face.

While Elaine had no intentions of passing the buck for her own lack of responsibilities,  she did make it known in a backhanded manner that she did have some displeasure with her friend. “If we hadn’t have stopped off for Pizza I wouldn’t be” she replied in the most non accusatory manner that she could muster.

Brittney looked like she had been stabbed with a needle. “I’m sorry” she pleaded with her friend.

Elaine let it pass and soon they were on to the fun subject of talking about the plans for the Saturday,  the day before Brittney’s birthday. The first port of call would be for Tim to pick up Bri,  and then the two of them could drive over to pick up Lainey before the three of them headed to the mall. Later that afternoon they would all meet up with other friends for an impromptu picnic in the park. The two of them didn’t have long left with their brief conversation as most of the church goers appeared to be wrapping up,  so Bri asked Elaine  “Does everything sound good”?

Lainey smiled as she was delighted to have something to look forward to,  but the little devil inside of her still wanted to pass some of the blame onto her friend for her current predicament. So before they broke up she teased Bri. “It sounds great,  Bri,  there’s just one question that we haven’t answered yet”

Bri perked up,  trying to think about what she may have missed,  before asking  “Which question is that,  Lainey”?

The devilish grin widened  “We haven’t decided who is going to give you your birthday spankings yet”

Bri chuckled and playfully punched her friend on the arm as she replied  “Uh,  like,  nobody,  HELLO”

Elaine winked as she stepped back towards the oncoming parents  “Alright,  I’ll ask my mom to spank you on Saturday morning then”

“The heck you will” a playfully alarmed Brittney said as she chased after her friend. Just before they met with their respective parents Bri grabbed Elaine’s arm and whispered in her ear  “Don’t you dare,  brat, I’m warning you”

The parents arrived and Elaine greeted her mom,  full of joy. “Hi Mom,  thanks for letting Brittney and I discuss her birthday plans in two weeks’ time,  I’ll be sure that you get a chance to wish her a happy birthday before we leave for the day”

Brittney blushed and grew feisty,  not only did her friend get the upper hand on this day,  but as she was also grounded for the next ten days she couldn’t even get a measure of revenge on her in any way possible. If looks could kill.

That night Brittney sat on her bed,  pained that she couldn’t call her best friend. Not just because of what had transpired,  but also because it was going to be an awfully long ten days not speaking with the person who she normally spoke with several times a week. However,  the elephant in the room still took over her thoughts,  much to her despair. The first thought of course being  ‘I’m glad the brat got spanked’,  but those thoughts were quickly replaced by what Elaine had suggested.

Mrs. Ferris wouldn’t spank her she thought, then quickly corrected herself with a silent laugh, actually, she probably would. She even went one step further by admitting to herself that she probably deserved a spanking anyway for the small part that she had in Elaine being grounded in the first place. Brittney quickly shook her head,  trying to erase the foolish thoughts that were swimming around in her mind. The seed had been planted though,  and try as she might it was unavoidable that she would picture a vision of herself lying over the lap of her best friend’s mom while they all laughed. The same vision was sure to appear several times over the coming week.

Day after day had passed and Bri desperately wanted to speak with Lainey. It wasn’t through any fear at all,  it was just the apprehensiveness of the unknown,  did Elaine actually say something to her mom? That question was burning Brittney up. The funny part was though,  Brittney acted as if she had no say in the matter. After all, she was an adult and she could flat out say no and move on if she wanted to. Unfortunately for her though that wasn’t how her mind worked,  she just needed to know whether Elaine’s mom planned to spank her or not for her birthday,  she just accepted it.

Elaine had virtually forgotten all about that playful conversation until the Thursday that she was no longer grounded when she went downstairs for breakfast,  two days before the Saturday in question. Elaine reached the kitchen and kissed her mom on the cheek as her mom stirred the scrambled eggs. As she headed to the table Mrs. Ferris said to her daughter that Brittney had called several times that morning already and that she wanted Elaine to call her back. As Elaine sat down at the table she jokingly announced  “She’s just worried because I told her that you were going to give her a birthday spanking” she said as she laughed.

Mrs. Ferris spoke as a matter of fact “That girl doesn’t need a birthday to get a spanking”

Elaine’s eyes bulged at what her mom said,  and she gleefully continued  “I agree mom,  so you will give her a spanking then”?

Mrs. Ferris grasped the wooden spoon that she was cooking the eggs with and playfully waved it in the air “Like she was my own daughter” before breaking out in a laugh.

It was only a playful suggestion by Elaine,  she really didn’t think about what she had said for the week prior to that morning,  and even just now it was no more than a flippant remark. She had no earthly idea that for ten days straight Brittney had pictured the scene in her head several times a day. When the two of them finally got on the phone Brittney was dying to ask Elaine if she had said anything to her mom,  it was only when the conversation was coming to an end that the topic even come up,  and it was at Elaine’s doing,  not Brittney’s. They finally confirmed their plans for Saturday and as Elaine stated that she would see her friend on Saturday morning she was sure to teasingly add  “Oh,  and mom was waving a wooden spoon this morning saying something about how you need a spanking,  just so that you know”

A thrill of excitement washed over Brittney’s body as her mouth opened,  before she spoke loudly back to her friend “There is NO WAY your mom is going to use a wooden spoon to spank me”

Elaine made a clicking sound with her mouth and finished with  “You had better be nice to her then”

Come the Saturday morning a completely unaware Tim drove over to Bri’s house to pick her up. He watched as she came down the driveway,  her ponytail bouncing behind her tied in a white ribbon,  her knee length blue summer dress flapping in the wind,  tied at the waist with a white sash. The whole ensemble complimented by her white shoes and white ankle socks that had a few rows of ruffles at the top. Thankfully she had Tim with her for the ride to keep her mind active.

When they arrived at Elaine’s everyone took their shoes off and sat at the table as Mrs. Ferris served lemonade. It became apparent to Bri pretty quickly that it had all been a ruse,  a prank played with her as the victim,  she was sure that she had nothing to worry about based on how everyone was acting. The conversation itself was somewhat mundane as they were all discussing the different things that they may do that day.

The table that they were all sat at was against the back garden window with Mrs. Ferris sat with her back to the window,  Brittney was on her left and Tim on her right with her daughter sat opposite her. As the conversation wound down the three friends all stood up to say their goodbyes,  but Elaine moved her chair a few feet away from the table. She smiled at her mom and said that they are all going to get going now,  she then turned to Bri and with a big smile added “Once Bri’s had her birthday spankings of course”

Brittney’s face blushed a deep red as she turned to face Mrs. Ferris,  and while the feeling was nowhere even close to the feeling that she used to have when she would carry her father’s strap to be used on her,  a spanking is still a spanking. She was genuinely embarrassed and wished for any potential spanking to be over with as soon as was humanly possible. Mrs. Ferris stood up from her chair and chuckled at the blushing girl  “19 today is it,  we had better get started then”

Brittney simply retorted  “Yes,  Ma’am”  as if getting spanked by your best friend’s mom was a normal everyday occurrence.

Elaine eased past Brittney and sat in the chair that her friend had just vacated while a bemused Tim sat back down as well,  completely oblivious to the back story of what was about to occur. I mean,  birthday spankings happen,  he just wasn’t expecting one to happen right now.

Mrs. Ferris sat down in the chair that her daughter had so thoughtfully moved out for her,  straightened out her skirt and then beckoned the birthday girl over. Brittney’s face was the color of a ripe tomato as she looked at the wagging finger calling her,  and without hesitation she moved forward and put herself face down over Mrs. Ferris’ lap like she had done so many times before growing up.

Mrs. Ferris put one hand on the small of Bri’s back as Bri gently grasped the bottom rung of the chair with both hands,  quite happy to let her ponytail fall over and cover her face to conceal her acute embarrassment. As she peered at Tim’s socks out of the corner of her eye she quickly bolted upright as she felt Mrs. Ferris flip the back of her dress high up onto her back,  her hand flew back and she yelled  “JESUS”

With the expertise of a seasoned pro,  Mrs. Ferris caught the flailing hand and securely tucked it into her side all in one motion,  and without hesitation unleashed eight very sound smacks upon the flimsy light blue nylon material covering Brittney’s fanny. A chorus of sounds accompanied each smack “Ohh, Oww, Ouch, Ow, No, Oww, Ouch, Oww”

Mrs. Ferris stopped as Brittney gyrated her bottom,  trying for all her might to eliminate that wicked sting permeating from it. With a very stern tone of voice Mrs. Ferris stated “We DO NOT take the lord’s name in vain in this house,  do you understand me”?

A well chastised young lady was quick to apologize  “Yes,  I’m sorry,  Mrs. Ferris,  you just,  err,  surprised me. I didn’t expect you to do that”

Almost rhetorically Mrs. Ferris responded  “You didn’t expect me to pull your dress up,  what type of spanking would that be”?

It was second nature to Mrs. Ferris,  it wasn’t even a flippant comment,  it was a genuine statement. Having been the recipient on many an occasion herself growing up,  she was fully aware that the exposure of ones panties in front of a group of other people was almost as bad of a punishment as the spanking itself was,  so it was a perfectly natural thing to do.

Taking the role of educator for a moment though,  Mrs. Ferris decided to impart some wisdom on her daughter’s friend. “If that was a surprise to you then I apologize,  Brittney,  in this house however the least you can expect is a spanking over your panties whenever you get a spanking”. Mrs. Ferris then dished out a wisecrack as well  “Lucky for you, you are wearing such cute panties today”

Brittney buried her head in embarrassment as she heard all three of them all chuckle at that comment.

One thing about Mrs. Ferris was that she was a firm believer in her daughter being responsible for her own behavior. Nobody could be assigned blame for the choices that Elaine made. With that said,  three days after that dreaded last spanking Mrs. Ferris had a meeting with her daughter and they had discussed in detail what had happened on that fateful Friday night and why she had missed her curfew. For a fleeting moment before the birthday spanking itself began,  Mrs. Ferris looked at the bubble butt staring up at her and she felt like dispensing Brittney’s share of the blame for Elaine missing curfew upon those upturned cheeks. Missing curfew was Elaine’s responsibility though,  and while both Brittney and Tim had shared in Elaine’s decision making that resulted in her missing curfew,  the responsibility was ultimately Elaine’s. Mind you,  it was just her caring maternal nature to think that both Brittney and Tim would both benefit from the same spanking that she given to her daughter for their respective roles in the event,  and she would also be more than happy to be the person delivering those sound spankings,  so she felt not an single ounce of guilt for the spanks that she had given Brittney for taking the Lord’s name in vain,  in fact there was a little catharsis to it.

Mrs. Ferris placed her hand on the thin nylon seat and asked “Are you ready”?

Tim sat there with his mouth opened and Elaine beamed from ear to ear as Brittney replied  “Yes,  Ma’am”

Tim watched the hand slowly go up and then followed it down until,  just like what he observed years before,  it came smacking down and he saw the joy of her bottom bounce and her panties ripple like it was a trip down memory lane. That was one smack,  there were eighteen to go plus one for luck and one to grow on. Tim had a problem,  he had no idea how he was going to make it through watching the entire spanking and what was worse,  even less of an idea as to how he was going to hide his own embarrassment when it was all over and they had to walk to the car. He had seen Brittney in a bikini many times but this was vastly different,  he had full view of her panties and the little ruffled ankle socks he could see kicking in the background excited him more than he could ever have imagined.

Tim hadn’t thought of spanking as something erotic up until that point,  even if he had masturbated many times over the memory of Kimberly getting the hairbrush,  he hadn’t put two and two together that the two acts were related. However,  being that he was now perhaps only five feet away and listening to the sound of a spanking up close,  and also watching that part of the female anatomy bounce and jiggle and gyrate right before his very eyes,  it was a huge turn on for him. No matter what he could do there was one thing he couldn’t do,  and that was hide the sexual excitement he was getting from watching Brittney get spanked.

Elaine didn’t seem to notice,  she had her own birds eye view of her friend’s bottom getting a spanking and it was pure delight for her. She dare not say anything,  but man did she wish her mom would spank her a bit harder. Brittney just wanted it over with,  she was praying that Mrs. Ferris would just get on with it and hurry up and finish. She had been spanked before in front of others,  indeed just like now there had been more than one occasion when visitors were watching the seat of her panties as she was spanked,  but for some reason this seemed a little different. Is it perhaps that she was older now and it was more embarrassing to get a spanking at that age,  or was it perhaps that she herself had felt some responsibility for Elaine getting a spanking and she had felt deep down that she deserved a spanking as well?

Brittney would never admit to anyone that the latter was closer to the truth than any other excuse that she could come up with,  it was something that she had ten days to think about and perhaps that was the reason why it never crossed her mind to question that her friend’s mom was going to spank her. That was a secret that she would keep to herself. It was much the same as the feeling that a lot of the older women in the small town would encounter from time to time,  and just like Brittney it was a secret that none of them would ever share with anybody. The urban legend of the Minister with a paddle in his office was an actual secret shared by a good number of women in this sleepy town,  and each of them was happy to play along that this story was just an urban legend. It was like their own little secret society. The real truth of the matter is that the feeling of repentance is something that sticks around inside of a person until it can be released,  and some of the townsfolk had personally known the most trusted man in the town for up to 30 years,  from back when their own parents would seek out the disciplinary help of the Minister,  to the secrets of today where those same people could still seek out the help of the same Minister,  only under their own terms now.

“And one for luck”

That was the pronouncement that the maternal palm had landed on the pretty blue nylon panties for the last time. A total of 29 spanks in all when you count the eight seat scorchers that started off the spanking. Luckily for Brittney the other 21 smacks were delivered at nowhere near the intensity of the first eight,  however,  the first eight did satisfy her curiosity as to how bad it could be. She wouldn’t dare confide anything that was troubling her with her father,  could she with Mrs. Ferris though?

Brittney stood and smoothed down her skirt as Mrs. Ferris reached in to hug her,  Elaine also sprang to her feet to join in the hug. Ever the opportunist,  Tim saw a window of opportunity and in a nanosecond he bolted out of his chair towards the front door,  talking as he went that he was going to start the car. He wasn’t going to respond to anything that was said to him,  he was effectively deaf,  dumb and blind at that moment. The only person who could potentially see him as he bolted from the chair was Brittney,  but he had to take the chance. If she saw the tent protruding in his shorts then he would live with it,  just as long as Mrs. Ferris didn’t see it.

When Brittney and Elaine got to the car,  Brittney made a dramatic sound of anguish as she sat down,  it was purely for comedic reasons. She loudly went into Valley girl mode and staring at her friend she stated “I am SO going to get you back for that,  just wait until your birthday”

Elaine mocked her and replied  “WHAT – EVER”

Bri turned to Tim as he began to pull away and said to him “Please spank her for me,  Tim”

Elaine laughed and put her hand on Tim’s thigh,  far too close to the problem that he was still trying to repress,  and said “You wouldn’t spank little old me,  would you sweetheart”?

Elaine left the subject right there,  she had seen more than enough as she removed her hand to know that he probably would spank her.

End of part 2


So there you have it,  if you wish to leave a comment you can do so by leaving it at the bottom of this post,  or,  alternatively,  if you would like to make a suggestion for part 3 of the story then by all means do so by using the form below. Even if that is to offer some criticisms. I put a lot of work into writing this story so I would like to get some type of feedback for it.

As you will see in the story,  I have left a lot of open ended scenarios for readers to think of a suggestion.

Elaine of course has her mom,  but her friend has also suggested that Tim spank Elaine,  and Elaine seems to know that the idea would excite Tim.

Brittney of course has admitted to herself that she actually needed a spanking,  does she want to follow up with Mrs. Ferris,  or will she fall afoul of her father and slip up with a huge NO NO cuss word?

Then we have the minister and the secret society of parishioners who have secretly visited him,  some for up to 30 years,  to receive their repentance. Who are these people? Is Mrs. Ferris a member of the Minister’s secret society?

And finally we have Tim as a wildcard, whose girlfriend seems to know that he might spank her. I also received many responses the last time as well suggesting that Tim spank the mom. However,  he is also under the spanking radar of his girlfriend’s mom,  and hopefully Kimberly and her mom never found out what he did.

The choices are yours,  and based on the last time that I ran this questionnaire the responses will be a combination of all of the various scenarios described above.

Q And A Part 2

What is your best method to determine if you have a spankee on your hands (pun intended)?

I’m going to assume that in this situation we are talking about vanilla life. As I have mentioned numerous times,  I don’t hide who I am from my network of friends. Therefore it is pretty easy to determine based on the types of questions that I get and the fact that someone is willing to interact on that topic. This isn’t to say that they are a spanko,  but there is definitely an interest.

A couple of instances stand out. One time when we were at a bar event a group of us were outside smoking. Obviously what I do is titillating to many and at one point the guy who ran the event grabbed his girl,  swatted her on the butt and said that she is always asking him to spank her. She blushed and laughed as they wrestled,  and up until that point I had no earthly idea,  this girl had never once approached me or had spoken to me about it.

Another time involved an old friend who had moved away. It was my birthday and on Facebook she sassed me about my age. I made the generic comment  “You are out of arm’s reach right now,  but you won’t always be”

Her response,  and it is important to note that she responded,  was  “RUT ROH”. Now you tell me if that isn’t spanko talk!! It was ironic that we were both in Japan at the same time last year,  but she had left Tokyo by the time I got there.

What are your top sources of spanking content  —  i,e;  blogs,  sites,  etc.?

In a nutshell, the last two don’t apply. 99% of my findings are original findings,  I get no content from other spanking blogs or sites. It is just a part of my personal ethics,  I want my blog to be popular based upon my own work,  I don’t want the blog to be popular using the content of other bloggers. There may be the odd time where something catches my eye but I will always link back to that person,  and most importantly I will let that person get a good run out of their find first before I repost it.

There is a wealth of material out there that I use that is free. From Archive dot org to city libraries. You have to go searching for free digital material,  free yearbooks online,  or digital library archives. Nine times out of ten there is going to be no search facility other than separating types of content. Therefore you have to find a collection and do it the old fashioned way,  search each publication page by page. There are also a wealth of free newspaper archive sites and most of these can be searched using keywords.

The other option that I personally use,  other than Ebay finds,  is to find digital archives that are pay sites. There are far too many to mention but there are some newspaper sites that have millions of pages archived. You simply search for digital collections online and roll your sleeves up for some hard work. It’s the only reason that I get annoyed when people take my finds,  they have no idea just how much work/cost I am putting in to find content for them to snaffle.

Who do you think is producing the best spanking scenes these days? I would vote for SGS with their Strictmore series and various scenes on her other sites,  like Spanked cheerleaders.

I hate to sit on the fence but this is one of the most subjective questions that I could be asked. First of all I wouldn’t knock anyone on the material that they are producing for their sites,  I think that it is wonderful and I wish everyone nothing but success.

The question itself though is really tough for me because I am painstakingly particular about what I like and what appeals to me in regards to spanking. For example,  on Sarah Gregory’s MOMMA SPANKINGS,  the video Spanked Sober is one of the favorite videos in my collection. In fact I will double down on that,  I personally cannot relate one iota to the thought of someone being  “Spanked sober”. The scenario itself is unappealing to me. So if you keep that in mind along with the fact that I have watched this video many times,  it kind of tells you how good the spanking movie is. It is the type of spanking movie that I consider traditional in every sense of the word,  I loved it.

Most of the time nowadays I purchase clips on clips4sale that appeal to me,  and generally that is only if there is a preview on spanking tube that allows me to see what type of film it is. I’m trying to add more and more sites to my Clips4sale page providing free advertising to spanking producers,  but it is something that I need to work harder on.

As I said,  I’m not going to single any site out,  they are all wonderful and they all provide a service. Most of what I enjoy personally is not found on commercial sites,  I’m very particular. Take GRACE’S BEDTIME SPANKING for example. That is a free clip on spanking tube and is about as perfect a spanking as I could find that suits my personal taste.

Are you happy,  on occasion,  to allow an OTK spanking to be entirely over the young lady’s skirt;  without proceeding to spank her over her panties or on her bare bottom?

One of the best strengths that I have is my ability to understand the psychology behind spanking. I personally could not care less what the level of covering is. More times than I have had hot dinners have I read a comment or story that states  “Spankings are ONLY giving on the bare bottom”. I’m so far away from that,  I could point to a hundred different scenarios that work just as well,  far too many to mention in fact.

One time a girl asked me if I could wear a suit and she wanted to be spanked wearing her pajamas. The moment that I thought about it I found the scenario so incredibly hot.

In regards to the question I am completely happy to work with someone,  in fact I have already done so on numerous occasions,  who wants to retain full clothing. I understand fully what spanking means to people and the little intricacies that are important to individuals.

The surveys that I will do from time to time are some of the best reading material that I have come across. Everyone has that one thing that does it for them,  it can be as simple as ankle socks,  ribbons in the hair,  a suit and tie. I understand it all. There are a hundred different items that excite me in spanking,  the level of clothing is not important at all to me if that is what someone requests.

Do you think there’s been a decline in the  “traditional”  spanking scene and that it’s becoming more commercialized and sexualized?

This is a very tough one to answer because there is a danger that producers are going to get their knickers in a twist,  so I have to be diplomatic in my response.

To fundamentally answer the question as it has been asked then my simple answer would be yes,  I believe that there has.

We have to take into account though that I only speak for myself. What interests me probably doesn’t interest anyone else,  nor is it likely to put cash on the table for the people producing the material. As I have discussed many times,  if female genitalia is presented in a spanking movie,  then I lose interest in that movie immediately.

Let me clarify that though,  many times you know what is going to be presented to you so you don’t have to take much of a chance. Some productions are clearly about showing as much of the vagina as is humanly possible and that fact isn’t hidden. Likewise,  if a spanking movie is more in the traditional sense but they have gyno cam in place,  I know that I’m not going to enjoy it.

I’ve run into a problem before with this,  in fact a girl who is almost one third of my age,  lol,  once chastised me for my opinions on this topic. I have no problem with the scene in general going in this direction,  nor does it concern me as a movie customer. There is always material out there that caters to what I like,  just perhaps not as much as there once was. Even though the act of spanking itself is sexualized,  I’m just one of the very few who is turned off by the combination of spanking and sexual voyeurism. If the act is coincidental then I can easily overlook it,  but most of the time the goal is to be anything but coincidental,  it is actually as much a part of the focus as the spanking is.

Again,  I don’t mean to knock anyone on this topic,  I can only speak of my personal experiences.

The advent of the site HOT MOVIES has been a revelation for me. On that site I am able to watch a spanking scene up until the moment that it stops being enjoyable for me and I can move onto the next spanking film.

Since you do so much in the scene  (writer;  researcher;  blog poster;  businessman;  actor;  interviewer;  party attendee and invitee)  which is your favorite hat to wear as it were?

You know I have to go back to basics,  my favorite part has to be researching and blog posting. I do like writing stories,  but I like to write about things that are interesting to me. Part of the problem that I have there is that I feel like my stories have become somewhat repetitive. There is no doubt that the spanking stories are the most viewed item on this blog,  by a long way,  but many times I feel like I am writing the same story,  just in a different format.

I ran a survey at the bottom of the story MOTHER SPANKS DAUGHTER  –  OVERHEARD and I got so much feedback that it feels hard to actually write a part two. The reason being is that I feel most people will be left disappointed. There are 4 main characters in the story,  Mrs. Ferris,  Elaine,  Tim and Bri,  and the feedback so far has encompassed every possible spanking scenario imaginal between the four of them. While Mrs. Ferris spanking Bri and/or Tim has the most votes,  I feel like I would let a lot of people down if that was all that I wrote about.

In a nutshell though,  my hobby of looking for unique and rare spanking pictures that have not yet been seen before,  that is by far my favorite part in the spanking scene. I get immense satisfaction when I find something new.

To be honest as well I also like answering questions. Maybe I will do a video giveaway and force people to ask me a question for a free spanking video.

The Spanking Machine

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

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

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

THE SPANKING MACHINE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part 2:  

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

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

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

“Of course” Juliette smiled

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Top Ten Stories Of 2018

It is that time again for the annual list of most read stories from the year of 2018. Unlike the top ten posts, the criteria for this one is different in that it didn’t matter what year the story was posted, this list is based on how many times those stories were read in 2018. Overall my stories were read over 100,000 times in 2018 and it is probably the most popular feature on this site. The list this year has seen some changes, most notably in the top spot where my new story was the most read in 2018. Without further ado, here are the most read stories in 2018.

Number 1:

MOTHER SPANKS DAUGHTER – OVERHEARD

This was my new story in 2018 and it outdid all of the other stories on the site. Unlike the top ten posts list, the story was read only a thousand times more than the second most popular.

The story is set in 1986 and features a girl breaking curfew. After her boyfriend drops her off he discovers her makeup kit on the floor of his car. As he walks back to the house to return the kit he is startled by the sounds of a spanking taking place. Unable to help himself, he stands there and listens in until the spanking is finished. The story will continue once I start writing again as it has been very popular and was left open ended for future adventures. READ THE STORY HERE.

Number 2:

THREE GIRLS  – PART 1

Three girls are about to celebrate the birthday for one of them,  but before they leave the house a daughter hints that her father should spank her friend. He duly obliges,  but it is the other friend who isn’t getting spanked that is turned on the most by this. How long will it be before she gets a spanking?

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. Read more…..

Number 3:

1979 THE FIRST SPANKING

We all had to start somewhere,  and my first experience took place in 1979. The spanking may not have been a classic,  but it is very memorable and resonates with me to this day. My girlfriend at the time was wearing white nylon panties that day,  and it is an image that has proved everlasting,  even though I have probably spanked another 100 girls the same way,  it never gets old and is a big trigger for me. Read more…..

Number 4:

THE FLY ON THE WALL

A different type of story to those that I normally write. In this story a young man knows that the girl next door gets spanked. When they are alone he playfully agrees to let her spank him. It is during their game they are interrupted and now it is the woman next door who gets to dish out the spankings. His curiosity is now more than satisfied as his neighbor leaves him with a well spanked fanny listening to the sound of the girl next door having a hairbrush applied liberally to her bottom as he leaves. Read more….

Number 5:

MISSY GETS SPANKED IN PUBLIC

Another real life spanking tale,  this time done at a spanking party. The title is slightly misleading,  however,  it did take place in the middle of a room,  albeit a room full of spankos. Another first time spanking between friends. Read more….

Number 6:

JANE’S BIRTHDAY SPANKING

Living with a summer camp director and his wife for the summer,  Jane playfully teases when the director suggests a birthday spanking for her. It is a little more than she bargained for,  but she didn’t mind,  in fact the following morning she was getting a repeat performance. It was probably a long summer for Jane. Read more…..

Number 7:

ELLEE’s STORY

This story details how ellee and I got to become friends after meeting at a spanking party. There is a review of the first spanking that I gave to ellee and then a much more detailed account of an elaborate roleplay that the pair of us did. During this account ellee gets spanked,  then gets the hairbrush and finally she is caned. There are 12 super hot pics attached to this story so be sure not to miss this one. Read More…

Number 8:

A LODGER’S 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 of the time. Read More….

Number 9:

A BIRTHDAY SPANKING FOR LAURA

Coming of age birthday spankings are something that I very much enjoy writing about,  a hint of playful innocence combined with an exploration of the spanking lifestyle. The formula to this story is the same as the others,  but of course with a twist. A girl walks in on her mom and the neighbor having coffee,  being the brat that she is she makes all types of innuendos trying to embarrass the neighbor. When she makes a sassy comment about what he will give her for her birthday,  he suggests a spanking. Unfortunately for Laura,  her mom only encourages it. Once the spanking is over and the two adults are talking on the phone,  it would appear that the neighbor just threatened to spank Laura’s mom as well. Read more….

Number 10:

A SIMPLE BIRTHDAY SPANKING

Nothing but a sexy spanking here between two neighbors. Things get so hot that he carries her upstairs after where you get to let your imagine run wild. This story is very short,  but hot. Read more….

Top Ten Posts Of 2018

Every year I post a top ten list of the most viewed posts from the previous year. The criteria is simple, all of the posts shown below were posted in 2018 and the results are based on how many times that post was viewed individually. If a post was made in December 2017 and had enough views in 2018 to make the list, then I will include it here.

Number 1:

MOTHER SPANKS DAUGHTER – OVERHEARD

Every year there is one post that stands out far above all other posts in terms of numbers,  and this year is no different,  in fact,  this post was viewed more times in 2018 than all of the rest of the posts in the top ten list combined. This story was read 8,000 times in 2018,  and that number is just by people who directly clicked on the post. The number doesn’t include people who read it by entering my site via the home page.

I am going to be writing part 2 soon,  I promise,  and I will include some of the ideas that readers have submitted. But for now though,  if you haven’t read it yet,  here is the most read post on this website for 2018. It is a story of a boyfriend standing outside his girlfriend’s apartment as he listens to her mom giving her a spanking. READ THE STORY HERE.

Number 2:

GRACE’S BEDTIME SPANKING

I’m going to have to come clean here, the second most popular post from 2018 was my top ten review of 2017. This annual post is always popular, but as it is just a list of other posts, then I will remove it from the top ten of 2018. However, for transparency you at least know which post had the second most views.

There is no mistaking that there are only a few videos that appeal to me. My criteria for what I watch is very selective, any sign of it actually being in reality a vagina exposure movie as opposed to a spanking movie is a complete turn off for me. I simply can’t watch them, they ruin my headspace. Likewise, any movie that is a demonstration as to how hard the top can hit as opposed to being a spanking movie, that is also a turn off. My criteria for watching a movie is a good old spanking with zero exposure of genitalia.

The movie below, to me, is a classic case of a spanking movie done right. Nothing over the top in regards to severity, a great angle to watch a movie from, perhaps maybe a little lighthearted roleplay, but the spanking itself was great. I loved every minute of this short movie and apparently the readers of this blog did as well. It was the second most viewed post on this site in 2018, so if you want to get an idea as to what is important to me in a spanking movie then watch the one listed below. By the way, this isn’t a professional production, this is simply a guy with a camera at home, and it is perfect in every way.

WATCH THE MOVIE HERE

Number 3:

STORY THOUGHTS RESULTS

Perhaps somewhat surprisingly, the results of the spanking survey that I did where I asked everyone what type of spanking story that they like reading came third in 2018. Maybe not an absurd surprise I guess when you consider that over a thousand people responded to THE SURVEY, but considering the level of photos that I post then I was mildly surprised this one came in third.

CLICK HERE to read the results of the spanking story survey.

Number 4:

FATHER SPANKS DAUGHTER

So this was a little experiment that I did, being that my Mother spanks daughter posts are highly popular. I figured that I would try and see what the response would be for a Father spanks daughter post. The post in question did come in at number 4 for 2018, so perhaps there is some legs to it. The post included the image shown below from 1958, a real life dad and his daughter posing for a spanking for a newspaper article.

CLICK HERE for the post and the full sized copy of the newspaper article featuring the spanking image shown below.

Number 5:

WINDSOR’S SUNDAY CANDIDS – 69

The most viewed photos in the top ten I don’t choose, they are purely based on page views. So why this photo made the top ten I have no idea, it is simply a F/F paddling pic shot from the front. It isn’t one of my best photos by any means, but, that’s what people looked at in 2018.

CLICK HERE for the full post.

Number 6:

BIRTHDAY SPANKINGS

A lot of my audience comes to this site via search engines using some variation of the term birthday spankings. Obviously I have a number of stories on the subject and also a huge page full of vintage birthday spankings. This post featured a newspaper clipping from 1941, and I also included every link that is on my site for birthday spanking material. So if birthday spankings are your thing, this is definitely the post for you.

CLICK HERE for the full post and the full sized version of the image below.

Number 7:

OBSERVED SPANKINGS

While I was in Japan in November I wrote a little prose on my cell phone just to keep the blog active. There isn’t much to this post other than me talking about people being in a position to observe a spanking going on. It is quite the fantasy of many people, and of course all of us who grew up with the spanking gene remember each and every spanking that we saw or heard, didn’t we?

CLICK HERE for the full post.

Number 8:

INTERVIEW WITH OPHELIA DE HAVILLAND – PART 4

This audio interview was posted during my darkest period of 2018, right after my brother had died. It was a continuation of an audio interview that I conducted with Ophelia a couple of years back, which ended up being posted in eight parts. It is well worth a listen.

CLICK HERE for part 4 of the interview

CLICK HERE to check out all episodes in the series.

Number 9:

WINDSOR WEDNESDAY CLASSIC – 114

This was one of my personal favorites in 2018, but it only just crept into the top ten posts of 2018. It is one of those old time sexist ads, this one coming from Argentina in 1946. Now I almost exclusively post my own spanking finds, and this case was no different. However, the structure that I use for labeling my finds is unique, and while this find was in the folder that it should have been in, it was labelled with a different structure. So there is a remote possibility that I got it from another spanking site. It is unlikely but it certainly could have been posted elsewhere. Harry notified me that he had posted a copy of the ad previously, and that is good enough for me. I’m always overly generous when it comes to linking other spanking sites, even when I don’t have to, so I am happy to once more link to another site where you might find a lot of material that you haven’t seen before.

CLICK HERE for the full post and the full sized version of the spanking ad.

CLICK HERE for Harry’s post featuring the same ad.

Number 10:

SWITCHING SPANKINGS AT THE CABIN

To round out the top ten most viewed posts of 2018,  we finish with this old series of vintage photos that are quite unique. The photos feature a young couple in an old American log cabin taking turns spanking each other with a broom. No knowledge is given as to the relationship of the couple involved,  so that is left for you to decide. Next up will be my top ten stories of 2018.

CLICK HERE for both pictures that are in this post,  both of them are full sized.

12th Anniversary

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

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

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

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

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

Observed Spankings

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

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

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

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

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

Mother Spanks Daughter - Overheard

Part two of this story has now been posted MOTHER SPANKS DAUGHTER  –  THE BEST FRIEND

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

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

Mother Spanks Daughter  –  Overheard

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Read part 2 right here ———–> MOTHER SPANKS DAUGHTER  –  THE BEST FRIEND

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