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Below is the updated collection of my spanking eBooks. The usual details apply. If you have Kindle Unlimited then you can read the book for free, otherwise it is $2.99 (£1.99) to own.

The first book listed (Discovering Spanking – Omnibus Edition) is a compilation of all 4 Discovering Spanking books in the row below it, and that eBook costs $7.99, which is an overall saving of 33% over the individuals volumes. The second book shown below (Southern Spanking) is a compilation of three books from the bottom row, and that eBook is $4.99, which is a savings of 40% over the individual stories.

Remember, if you have Kindle Unlimited you can read everything I have written for free. I believe you can get a 30-day trial for Kindle Unlimited on Amazon.

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Detective Susie On The Case

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The time has come where I can finally share a full spanking story for you all. On Amazon, where I sell my eBooks, they allow the first 10% of each book to be used for promotional purposes. Because my latest eBook is 100,000 words long, this means I can share the first story in its entirety.

The new eBook is a compendium of all four volumes of my Discovering Spanking series; however, all 16 stories contained in this new book were fully revised and polished, and they are now a much better read. If you are interested in reading the book in full, you can do so by clicking on the image below or by CLICKING RIGHT HERE.

The eBook is free to all Kindle Unlimited subscribers, and it costs $7.99 to buy outright. This is a 33% discount when compared to the individual volumes.

DISCOVERING SPANKING

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Detective Susie On The Case

Chapter 1: Collecting the Evidence

A rumor had been circulating in the neighborhood of an event involving one of the local men and a young woman who was visiting him. Like a game of Chinese whispers, this rumor soon took off into a life of its own, each time being embellished further and further away from the truth. There was some truth to the rumor, but no one knew exactly how much of it was true.

Susie had heard of this rumor, and she was a very curious cat to know whether it was true or not. The rumor involved a friend of hers, Lisa, and try as she might, Lisa remained tight-lipped about the whole affair, like she was keeping a deep, dark secret.

Susie thought of the rumor going around, and she couldn’t understand Lisa’s take on it. If that had been her, she would have made it abundantly clear that it wasn’t true, but Lisa didn’t do that. Instead, she just used ambiguous terms whenever the subject was brought up. Statements like ‘People do like to gossip’ or ‘Everyone is frequently trying to get in other people’s business.’ She never outright confirmed nor denied what had supposedly occurred, nor did it seem to bother her that people were gossiping. Susie simply had to find out for herself. It was time to put on her detective hat.

Susie knew Mr. Johnson from the neighborhood, though not so much as a friendly face to say hi to every morning or quickly make some small talk on the way past his house. She never took him for that type of man, ever. If she had, she would have spent far more time getting to know him. But no, it couldn’t really be true, could it? She had to find out for herself.

Each day she would go on her walk, but rarely was she able to talk to him whenever he was in his yard. What she wanted to ask him couldn’t be shouted from a distance; it had to be asked up close, like the little secret that it was.

She had walked past his house perhaps a dozen times, each time hoping that he would be close enough to the fence, but he never was; he always seemed to be out of arm’s reach. That is, until that one fateful day.

This was the day! Detective Susie was going to get to the bottom of this malarkey.

As she approached, she could already see him from a distance; he was tending to his garden, right by the fence. Susie was elated; she would finally get a chance to ask him in person whether the rumor was true. She desperately wanted to know; it was important to her.

With a smile on her face, she sauntered by on the path outside of Mr. Johnson’s house, ready to greet him cheerfully. His back was to her as Susie neared, but that didn’t deter her.

“Hi, Mr. Johnson.” She greeted him warmly.

He turned his head and was pleasantly surprised to see the young woman from the neighborhood.

“Hello, Susie, what are you up to today?” He asked in reply.

“Just going out for my daily walk. It’s a lovely day, isn’t it?”

Yes, indeed, it was a lovely day. It is always a lovely day when a neighbor stops by for some small talk. There was one problem for Susie; how was she going to be able to muster up the courage to ask him if the rumor was true?

They briefly spoke about the weather, politics, and the state of one of the gardens in the neighborhood, but she couldn’t find the right segue into what she really wanted to ask him. This situation changed when Mr. Johnson seemed to indicate that he needed to get back to finishing his self-imposed task for the day. It was now or never for the budding young sleuth.

“Mr. Johnson,” she said, “may I ask you something?”

“Sure thing,” he replied. “What’s on your mind?”

“This question may sound rather peculiar, but are you aware that there is this rumor going around the neighborhood about you?”

“People say the darndest things, Susie, nothing but busybodies not minding their own business.”

“But doesn’t it bother you what they say? I mean, it sounds rather personal, if you don’t mind me saying. I would for sure want to put a stop to the rumors if they weren’t true, if it were me.”

“I can’t control how people spend their time, Susie; if they want to spend it gossiping about me, then so be it, and it doesn’t bother me.”

He was doing the same thing that the blasted Lisa had been doing, neither confirming nor denying the rumor to be true. It was so infuriating, but she wasn’t leaving that spot until she knew the truth, so she flat-out asked him.

“Is the rumor true, Mr. Johnson? Did you really do that?” she requested.

It was the strangest question to ask, outside in the open air no less. Not that anyone could hear her, but still, it wasn’t like they were sitting at a kitchen table discussing this topic. Then again, perhaps that was the thrill of it, knowing that people might be watching from afar; it added a little bit of excitement to the discussion.

The look on Susie Brown’s face was priceless when the answer came; did Mr. Johnson just say that he DID, in fact, give her friend Lisa a birthday spanking? Ever since she had heard this rumor a few weeks ago, she had been curious about it, perhaps knowing that her own 20th birthday was just a week away, so she shyly started to ask him how it came to be that he spanked her. Was Susie trying to get an idea of what a birthday spanking might entail to satisfy that curiosity of hers?

Her face couldn’t get any redder if she tried, as she asked. “How did the spanking come about?”

“Oh, that was easy. I knew it was her birthday, so I asked her if she had had her birthday spanking yet. When she said no, I told her that I would gladly give her one if she wanted me to.”

Susie thought long and hard for a moment. This rumor must have been going around for months. Lisa’s birthday was 6 months ago already; how come she only heard about this rumor recently?

Still, she was very intrigued by this discrepancy in her thoughts. What type of girl would willingly bend herself over the lap of a man for a birthday spanking, and at her age? Lisa is just a few months older than Susie is herself; what on earth would make her bend over and stick her bottom up in the air, ready for a stern man to spank those cheeks until they were bright red? Those naughty, bare bottom cheeks were clearly designed for spanking. Focus, Susie, focus.

“So, um, I guess you gave her 20 playful taps, or something? I’m just taking a guess here.” She asked, with her mind full of the sight of a naughty bare bottom getting spanked.

Mr. Johnson smiled at the blushing Susie, and he began to provide her with every little detail she seemed to be seeking, with a devilish grin on his face. “Well, Susie, we were in my living room, near to where my dining table is. I grabbed one of the chairs and put it in the middle of the room, and then Lisa went over my knee, just like a bad little girl does. Next was the fun part, though. I pulled her skirt all the way up her back, and I started patting the seat of her panties, and I told her that she was lucky that she was only getting a birthday spanking, because if she were getting a real one, she would be a sorry young lady. The poor little thing was squirming all over my lap, and I hadn’t even started her birthday spanking yet. So anyway, I gave her 20 firm whacks, one for each year of her age, followed by one for luck and one to grow on, and that was that, a well-spanked little girl with a red bottom standing in front of me trying to rub the sting out.”

Susie almost fainted at such a vivid description of a naughty girl getting an actual spanking, just like she had always imagined. What a vision Susie had in her mind.

“Didn’t she mind that you saw her panties?” She murmured.

“I’m pretty sure she wasn’t thrilled about it, but I firmly believe that when a girl goes over my knee for a spanking, she should at least feel like she is being spanked, even if it is just a birthday spanking. And poor little Lisa was wearing these tiny nylon bikini panties, so they didn’t offer her much protection at all. They were the cutest things that really accentuated her curves, and you should have seen them ripple and flutter every time my hand smacked them; it was the most delightful sight to behold,” he said as he laughed.

With her cheeks burning from her blush, Susie replied playfully, “That must have been positively awful for her, being spanked at her age.”

He winked back. “She didn’t seem to mind TOO much. If she did mind, she wouldn’t have been so sassy during her spanking.”

Detective Susie was taking all kinds of notes in her head; she was close to solving the case, but she felt that she needed to see the evidence first. A good detective always ensures that they visit the scene of the spanking, er, crime.

During the next two encounters where Susie saw Mr. Johnson in the garden, she didn’t make any mention of her upcoming birthday, but she did pay close attention to the size of his lap and the size of his hands. On the morning of the day before her birthday, she took her shower and got herself ready for the day; instinctively, upon opening her drawer, she selected a thin pair of white nylon panties. She blushed as she pulled the flimsy material up over her butt and studied it in the mirror, imagining what Mr. Johnson was going to see.

Susie knew immediately that she would imitate Lisa’s choice of panties as soon as Mr. Johnson had informed her of the type of panties Lisa was wearing the day she was spanked and how much he enjoyed spanking her naughty bottom over them. No wait, what was she thinking? There was no way he was going to spank her.

Next, she chose a short, flared skirt, one that wouldn’t take much to lift up, as she demonstrated once again in the mirror. Just in case she also had to endure the humiliating experience being over his lap. He wouldn’t do that to little old me, would he? She pondered.

As she walked towards Mr. Johnson’s house that morning, like she did every day, she convinced herself that a spanking wasn’t going to happen; after all, that’s silly, even if it was her 20th birthday tomorrow.

As Susie approached the house, she could see him in the garden already; only this time she didn’t just wave and say hi as she was passing. This time she stopped at his fence and started talking to him. If he didn’t come over now, then she would try and catch him on the way back, but thankfully he started to edge closer as he made small talk about the weather.

They talked for a few minutes before Susie completely chickened out, even going as far as starting to walk away. All of a sudden, she stopped, turned around, and, with a blushing face, said, “I have to finish my walk early today so that I can get home and get changed; my friends are taking me out for my birthday dinner tonight.”

“It’s your birthday, Susie, and you didn’t mention it?” Mr. Johnson smiled and asked, “Did you get your birthday spanking yet?”

With her face bright red, Susie replied, “Not yet, but I was hoping maybe I would get one later from my friends.”

“I can give you a birthday spanking right now if you want one?”

Mr. Johnson was a wise old man. Susie’s earlier questions regarding Lisa’s birthday spanking let him know pretty early on that she was interested in the subject, and what a coincidence that she showed up at his house on her birthday, wearing a short, flared skirt, no less.

“Oh, I’m not sure,” she responded coyly. “That sounds awfully embarrassing, I must say.”

Opening his gate, he ushered her in. “Why don’t we go inside and talk about it?”

Susie shrugged but dutifully followed him inside his house.

“That’s quite a coincidence that we were talking about Lisa getting her birthday spanking just the other day, isn’t it?” He teased her.

“It is, I guess.” She replied. “I just wanted to know whether or not the rumor was true, you know; I didn’t want anyone thinking badly about you or anything.”

“I don’t think there is really anything that bad about giving a young woman a birthday spanking, but people do like to gossip. In fact, some women might well enjoy something like that.”

The temperature in Susie’s face was rising. Who on earth would ever enjoy something like that, she thought to herself? Perish the thought.

Susie then watched as Mr. Johnson pulled the chair out from his dining table and moved it into the middle of the room. Was Detective Susie finally going to get to see the evidence? Her stomach was flipping rapidly as he sat down.

“So what’s it to be, Susie?” he asked. “Are you ready to join the birthday spanking club?”

Susie felt helpless as he guided her over his lap, like a little child with her bottom sticking up in the air. Mr. Johnson wasted no time in pulling her skirt right up, so far that the bottom of her back was also bare. She was so embarrassed, a grown man getting to see her bottom like this, encased in the smallest of panties.

Mr. Johnson chuckled, “Did you and Lisa go panty shopping together, or are little white nylon panties the in thing now?”

She couldn’t believe that he was talking about her panties, nor that his hand was placed firmly upon them. It was purely a coincidence that she had specifically chosen to wear these panties today; it didn’t even cross her mind that they would be exposed for a spanking. Pure coincidence it was.

Mr. Johnson asked her one more question: “Do you remember that I lectured Lisa first?”

“Yes, Mr. Johnson.”

“Very well then, we shall begin.”

Mr. Johnson began to spank each panty-clad cheek in turn throughout his pre-spanking lecture. “Now then, Susie, you are a very lucky girl that all you are getting today is a birthday spanking, because if I had you over my knee for a proper spanking, you would be a sorry little girl.”

She had no idea how many times his hand had just come down on her little bubble butt, but each panty-covered cheek was beginning to feel the warmth beneath it. What was really strange, though, was that she no longer minded as much. Yes, she felt every smack, but it wasn’t exactly bad. In fact, now that the lecture was over, she was almost disappointed that all that was left was her birthday spanks.

Mr. Johnson addressed her one more time as he rubbed his hand over her bottom. “Now, Susie, are you ready for your birthday spanks, or are you going to be like Lisa and need me to repeat what I just said?”

For the first time a smile came over her face as she looked over her shoulder, almost giggling as she saw her scantily clad bottom sticking up in the air. “That’s hardly fair, Mr. Johnson. My bottom is already burning, and you are asking me if I want you to spank me some more?”

“Oh, this isn’t spanking, Susie,” he said as he resumed warming her panty-clad bottom. “This is just a few playful swats between friends.”

Susie giggled and kicked her legs in a playful manner as his hand came down over and over on her bottom. “Ouch, that’s not fair. I’m not going to be able to sit down at dinner tonight if you keep spanking me.”

Mr. Johnson continued to smile as he looked down at the now blushing pink bottom cheeks; he figured he should probably stop now and give the little sprite her birthday spanks, but like Lisa before her, Susie wasn’t exactly complaining as her bottom was spanked. He stopped and looked at her bottom, her panties completely disheveled and her pink cheeks glowing. Susie looked over her shoulder, first at her bottom and then straight into Mr. Johnson’s eyes. It was the same look that Lisa had given him the first time he spanked her the day after her birthday and the spanking after that. It was the look of a young woman unsure whether the spanking was going to continue or not.

All that remained were the 20 spanks for her birthday that had her giggling like crazy. After the spanks were over, a strange thing happened.

When Susie first had her skirt lifted, she was horrified that this man could see her panties, but now, she did not have a care in the world as she held her skirt up and rubbed the sting out of her bottom, her panty-covered butt on full display. Of course she could have let her skirt fall and then rubbed her bottom, but what fun would that be?

“I guess you had better go and get ready to see your friends.”

“There is plenty of time for that; I need to finish my walk first and probably rub some lotion on my bottom.” She joked.

The time went by, and finally she got ready to leave, but not before Mr. Johnson told her that if she came back tomorrow, he would have a gift for her.

Susie smiled and replied, “It’s not another spanking, is it?”

It seems like Detective Susie hasn’t completely solved the case just yet, after all.

 

Chapter 2: Solving the Crime

After a late night out with friends the night before, it was a late morning start for Susie. She had breakfast and then dove into the shower to freshen up. It was time to get dressed and prepare herself for her early afternoon walk. She smiled to herself as she pulled the pink nylon material up over her bottom. When Susie had talked to Mr. Johnson yesterday, she hadn’t even told him that her actual birthday was today; she had simply told him she was going out with friends for her birthday. Susie didn’t specify that she and her friends were going out one day earlier than her actual birthday was.

Instead of a skirt, this time Susie opted for a pair of pink shorts to match her panties, of course. As she pulled them on, a thought crossed her mind. If she had worn shorts yesterday, she would have probably kicked them off during her spanking. How awful that would have been, to leave her in nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of panties! She definitely needs to wear shorts today, then.

Susie felt like the bubbliest girl in town; she had a real spring in her step as she headed towards Mr. Johnson’s house. I mean, he did say to stop by, right? He said he would have something for her.

As was the routine every day, when Susie approached Mr. Johnson’s house, he was already outside working in his yard. He spotted Susie early and waved to her as she approached, then walked to the fence to greet her. He reaffirmed that he had something for her in the garage, so the two of them walked up the path where her surprise awaited.

The garage itself was more of a workshop than a traditional garage, for it was here where Mr. Johnson conducted his hobby. It was unbeknownst to most people, but he liked to create wood carvings, and one he had completed recently he wanted to give to Susie for her birthday.

It was quite the surprise to her when he handed her a carving of an elk on a small patch of grass. Something quite unique and completely unexpected. After talking for a while, he invited her in for a cool drink, and they then made their way into the kitchen of the house. After preparing some lemonade, they headed to the dining room table, a place quite familiar to Susie from less than 24 hours ago.

The playful atmosphere of the day before was still there, but there was a more mature tone to Mr. Johnson’s voice today. Once they were sat down, he wanted to know why she had been so curious to learn whether the rumor she had heard about him was true or not.

This question was tough for Susie; it was like her detective work was being rumbled, but she tried her hardest to appear mature. There was a genuine concern for his reputation that was at the forefront of her mind; it wasn’t only about the potential of having her bottom spanked. She tried to convey this feeling to him, while obviously leaving the spanking part out of it.

“Well, Mr. Johnson,” she began, “I really was concerned with the way people were discussing you. It was like they were painting you out to be some kind of weirdo or something, and I really didn’t like it. I’m not one to judge, and I wanted to show you some support, just in case the rumors made you feel bad.”

Mr. Johnson was happy with her kind words, and he let his guard down a little bit from the game the two of them had obviously been engaging in.

“It was a little difficult at first,” he replied, “but if the only rumor going around is that I gave Lisa a birthday spanking, then that seems relatively harmless in the grand scheme of things. The busybodies might not have had every single detail right, but there are far worse rumors that they could spread.”

Detective Susie thought that she had solved the crime, but the new witness statement gave her pause when she realized that she may have overlooked some vital details. Inquisitively, she followed up.

“What do you mean when you say that they didn’t have all of the details right?” she asked.

“Let me ask you, Susie, what was the rumor that you heard?”

“I thought we covered that. The rumor was that you gave Lisa a birthday spanking, and you confirmed that to me yesterday, quite literally.”

“And it is one hundred percent true; I did indeed give Lisa a birthday spanking, just as I described and just as I demonstrated.”

Susie was a little confused. “Then why do you say that they didn’t have every single detail right?”

“I will explain it to you. Six months ago I had some fun with Lisa, and I gave her a birthday spanking. However, there is a bit of a catch, I’m afraid to say. The rumor only started a couple of months ago, presumably when a nosy busybody was either at my door or perhaps saw shadows in the window; I’m not entirely sure which. When that person started to gossip and spread the rumor, they obviously assumed I was giving Lisa a birthday spanking. That’s why it didn’t bother me, because many months earlier, I did indeed give Lisa a birthday spanking; it just wasn’t at the same time that they thought I was giving Lisa a birthday spanking.”

Susie furrowed her brow, trying to process the information he had just given her. It was like a jigsaw puzzle that she was trying to put together. It took her a minute before the pieces fell into place.

“Wait, so you’re saying that the rumor that you were giving Lisa a birthday spanking was incorrect, but as you had given her one previously, it was still the truth? What would make them start the rumor months after the fact?”

She was really close to cracking the case, but she still hadn’t discovered the smoking gun. It was right there, though; her mind was racing at full speed, and it was on the tip of her tongue. The light bulb finally went off.

“Hang on,” she continued. “Are you saying someone heard you spanking her and they assumed it was her birthday spanking?”

Detective Susie had her hand on the handle; she only needed to open the door.

“That’s exactly how the rumor started.” He grinned.

Susie was stunned; she had solved the case, but she still needed a motive.

“What on earth were you spanking her for then?” she asked.

Mr. Johnson laughed; he was about to reveal the secret.

“Every now and then, whenever Lisa is feeling a little stressed, she comes over to see me and gets her bottom spanked. This is similar to a release of endorphins. Nothing serious, just a good smacked bottom to help relieve the stress.”

Susie blushed a deep red. Not only had she solved the case of the rumored birthday spanking, but she also solved her own case as to why she found herself sitting there in her little shorts, knowing full well that they needed to be pulled down for a sound spanking. It was difficult to talk now that the case was solved. Mr. Johnson wasn’t the defendant after all; he was the judge, jury, AND executioner.

With a nod of the head and a blushing face, she responded, rather meekly, “I understand.”

All of a sudden it felt like the roles had reversed, and now Mr. Johnson was the detective.

“Which brings us to now, Susie.” He stated, “After what happened yesterday, why do you find yourself here today?”

There was no way she was going to say it, absolutely no way in hell. Whatever would he think if she answered him honestly? He was going to have to try much harder than that to get her to break; who does he think he is?

“I guess for the same reason Lisa was here.” She replied.

So much for that; she cracked straight away and sang like a canary. With a nod of the head, Mr. Johnson scooted his chair around, then patted his lap.

“No time like the present, Susie.”

How could he have so much power over her? Why is she finding herself standing up and walking to his side? Only she knows, but it is something she has thought about for a very long time.

As Susie stood beside him, Mr. Johnson reached out to tug at her shorts. Susie continued to blush as he freed them and watched them drop to the floor. Now she was standing there just as she had imagined, in just a t-shirt and a pair of panties, with her shorts puddled at her feet. It was an enthralling feeling, but not quite as good as the feeling when he grabbed her arm and pulled the young detective across his lap.

Mr. Johnson surveyed his target. A thin layer of pink nylon partially covered the two lily-white bubbles. He grinned at the sight; Susie was indeed like Lisa, as he had suspected all along. He gave each nylon-covered cheek a hearty smack and then addressed her.

“I’m going to spank you now, young lady, and after a while I am going to pull your panties down and spank your bare bottom. I will let you know when I am about to do it, but just know that you can say no. If you say no, I will finish your spanking over your panties. Are we clear?”

“Yes, sir.” She replied but almost chastised herself. Where the hell did ‘Sir’ come from?

It was too late now; Mr. Johnson’s hand went up and landed firmly on her right cheek and then her left. There was no playful opening like there had been yesterday; this time he was spanking continuously in a steady cadence, alternating cheeks as he did and holding onto the writhing young woman.

Susie, for her part, had a vision earlier that morning, one where her shorts would be kicked off during the spanking. It had come to fruition; her shorts were long gone, and she was kicking her legs in a vain attempt to avoid the blows landing on her bottom. Hard, stinging blows that were causing her to yelp and whimper. It was everything that she wanted and then some.

Being as experienced as Mr. Johnson was, he watched her bottom glow in color. Susie’s panties were mythical, really; sure, she was wearing them, but she wasn’t exactly getting spanked over them. The flimsy nylon had worked its way up her bum, and her cheeks were almost entirely bare; their only purpose really was for her modesty. Of course, it is difficult to be modest with her bottom sticking up in the air, getting soundly spanked.

Mr. Johnson seemed to know exactly what she wanted and needed. He wasn’t severe; this application was just a plain old spanking. Certainly it hurt; there wouldn’t be any point if it didn’t, but it wasn’t cruel by any means. After a minute of turning her bottom bright pink, the moment of truth had arrived. Susie was about to hear the words that she never once thought she would hear in person, but that moment had, in fact, arrived. Mr. Johnson paused, ever so briefly.

“Now, Susie, I am going to pull your little panties down, and I am going to give you a spanking on your bare bottom.”

Susie couldn’t believe it. She didn’t want it to happen, but at the same time, she wanted to have no say in the matter; it was something that she had thought about for as long as she could remember. She bit her bottom lip in embarrassment as she felt his fingers enter the waistband, and then almost as if in slow motion, he pulled them down to her knees. It was ecstasy, pure bliss. She was now lying over a man’s lap with her bare bottom on display for the first time in her life. She felt his arm pull her in closer, and he resumed, in earnest this time.

From the tops of her thighs to the crown of her bottom, Mr. Johnson spanked her all over. At one point he delivered ten consecutive spanks where her buttocks met her thighs, which caused Susie to clench and cry out in pain, and then he would resume on the fleshy part of her bottom. He knew exactly what he was doing; this increased rhythm was going to be the most uncomfortable change of pace for her. Just when she was tolerating the spanks on her bottom, he would return to the tops of her thighs; the poor thing had no idea where she was going to be spanked next.

All in all, Susie had been spanked for about 4 minutes, start to finish, and now Mr. Johnson had completed his task. Susie was breathing in air as the warmth of her bottom started to glow; it was a beautiful shade of red. After letting her compose herself for 30 seconds, Mr. Johnson did the gentlemanly thing and pulled her panties back up, at least getting them as far as he could from that position. Susie stood up and fixed them properly once she was able to.

Susie had tears in her eyes. The tears were not from any pain that she suffered and not from the spanking itself. They were tears of elation. She had always wanted to be spanked just like that. The previous day had been a little taste of what might be, and today, she got everything that she wanted. There was no rubbing; she simply sat on Mr. Johnson’s lap and hugged him and then held onto him until her endorphins had subsided.

Once it was over, Susie reveled in the warmth that permeated her backside; it was the most exhilarating feeling. She almost didn’t want to leave, but she felt a little self-conscious about being underdressed at that moment. Susie reached for her shorts and gingerly pulled them up over her well-spanked, panty-clad bottom.

The biggest grin came over her face as she addressed Mr. Johnson.

“Thank you so much; I have wanted one of those for the longest time.”

He returned the smile. “I got that feeling when you started asking questions about it.”

It was about to be the most wonderful, platonic relationship that a girl could wish for. He would be a good friend, but one who would put her across his knee when the time came to give her a good spanking. Could life get any better for her?

Final verdict: Susie Brown… GUILTY, as charged!

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That’s what she said!

*Quick 8.48pm update. The information I had was incorrect. The eBook gets released at midnight local time wherever you are. So, right now it is already live in the UK and Europe, but it won’t be live in the USA until midnight local time wherever you are. Of course, if you are reading this on Thursday then fuggetaboutit, the book is live everywhere right now.*

Today I need to make this post announcing my brand SPANKING new eBook. The reason for this announcement is simple. Tomorrow I will have the opportunity to post the complete first story in the new eBook for your enjoyment, free of charge.

I previously shared the first chapter of the story entitled “Detective Susie on the Case,” and tomorrow I can finish that story by posting the whole tale.

The new eBook, which is the complete compilation of the first four volumes of the DISCOVERING SPANKING series, is already live. However, as of the time of writing, it is in pre-order status. When the clock strikes 7pm on the East Coast tonight, the book will be fully live.

The eBook gets a midnight release in the UK and a 4pm release on the West Coast. The release time is basically six hours from the time of this blog post.

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DISCOVERING SPANKING

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Here is the pre-order page for the UK. CLICK HERE.

Book Summary

This eBook is the 100,000-word Omnibus edition containing all four volumes of the Discovering Spanking series. The four volumes were previously released individually on Amazon.

You get 16 different spanking stories regarding first-time encounters in this collection. All of these encounters happen outside of the family home. These spankings may come from a neighbor, an employer, a friend’s dad, or other individuals that people encounter. The story length varies, with some stories being 10,000 words or more. Most stories fall between 5K and 8K word counts.

Here are the titles of the 16 stories, along with the initials regarding scene orientation.

Volume 1:
Detective Susie on the case: M/F
Remembering Matron: F/F
Matthew Visits his Neighbor: F/M
Trapped in a Window: M/FF
Spanked in the Snow: M/F

Volume 2:
Her Big Girl Knickers: F/F
The Old Country Store: M/F
Caroline’s Blues: M/FF

Volume 3:
Spanks for Pranks: M/F
The Rumor: M/F
The Trouble with Tammy: F/F

Volume 4:
Jessica’s Paddle: M/F, F/F
The Old School Uniform: F/F
Liam and Lana: F/M, M/F
A Sexy Birthday Spanking: M/F
The Spanking Machine: X/FF

Legend: M/F – Male spanks Female. F/F – Female spanks Female. F/M – Female spanks Male. X/F – Machine spanks Female.

All of the characters in these stories are fictional, and all are over the age of 18.

This eBook is over 100,000 words long.

eBook Excerpt and Process

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Just recently I released my 15th spanking eBook, and the 16th eBook is a little more than two weeks away. The new eBook is titled “Suzette Comes to America”

Allow me to share the writing process for you.

The new eBook is 26,000 words long. If you can imagine the process taking 1 hour for every thousand words written, which includes revising what I have completed each day, then the baseline timeframe is 26 hours that I spent writing the book.

The first 26 hours isn’t the final number. Once I have written the eBook, I then have to revise and edit the entire book, which takes several more hours, and then I have to read the whole story for any last-minute changes. The formatting only takes about an hour, so that part isn’t too bad.

All in all, I would estimate I spent around 32 hours of man-time writing the new book. That amount of time doesn’t sound too bad on the face of it, but when you consider that I can usually spare an hour a day writing, you can understand how long the eBook takes to write.

When I am able to put some extra grind in, I can normally get a new eBook out in 30 days remembering, of course, that the writing has to be of high standard in order to sell the stories.

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Using Amazon’s rules, I am allowed to share the first 10% of the eBook for free as a promotional tool. Therefore I can share the entire first chapter, and the opening paragraphs of chapter 2.

SUZETTE COMES TO AMERICA

Prologue:

The Cast of characters on the cover: Left to Right.

Blue dress: Fiona, the oldest daughter.

Green Dress: Suzette, the cousin from England.

Uncle Frank.

Aunt Nancy.

Cream Dress: Maggie, the youngest daughter.

The term “Discovering Spanking” relates to the process where an adult who has never been spanked before is suddenly introduced to the concept of discipline.

This introduction can take many forms, and it often comes about through casual conversation and exploration. Many times it can come in the form of a birthday spanking, which evolves into something more serious.

The story in this eBook is a companion to the series of short stories that I compiled into four volumes called “Discovering Spanking.”

This time I present the story as a single novella. We follow the journey of Suzette, an English woman who travels to America to stay with her extended family. She discovers spanking through the conversations of her cousins and their friends, and it isn’t long before she, too, has tangible memories to share in the future.

There has long been a saying that one is never too old for a spanking. In Texas, that saying holds especially true.

The “Discovering Spanking” universe is expanding from short stories into a themed collection of novellas. Each novella will be a companion book to the main series, and each story will have new characters for you to enjoy and follow.

Many people discover spanking later in their lives. It could be through accountability or curiosity. Once bitten, however, it is like a stimulant that you want more and more of.

 

Chapter 1: Coming to America

It was the trip of a lifetime for Suzette; she was heading to America to spend the summer with her aunt and her family. Her Aunt Nancy had left England 26 years ago, and while she would see her numerous times over the years, the older that she got, the less frequent the visits became.

When she was very young, Suzette had met her two cousins and her aunt’s American husband, but, in reality, she barely knew them. They were, of course, all friends on social media, but even then the interactions were sparse. One of her cousins, Maggie, was the same age as her, while her other cousin, Fiona, was approaching 21 years old.

Suzette’s excitement level was through the roof. She would spend twelve whole weeks in the Texas Wilderness, a new adventure for a young woman who had never once left her home country before, and this trip would also be the first time that she would spend her birthday away from her immediate family.

During the initial arrangements for this trip, Aunt Nancy had shared some details that were vitally important for Suzette. Firstly, they led a Christian lifestyle, and therefore Suzette would be required to attend Sunday church with them. Even if she wasn’t a religious person herself, Aunt Nancy had informed her niece that Sundays were considered a big community event. It was more about being good neighbors than it was about the religious service, though Suzette would be required to show respect as a representative of the family during the church gathering. The other important requirement that Suzette needed to know was the drinking age in America. While it was 18 in the UK, the drinking age was 21 in America. Not that the Murphy family imbibed alcohol at any time, but it was important for their new visitor to know.

Aside from some minor cultural differences, though, the main purpose of this visit for Suzette was to become closer to her extended family while also learning about the American way of life, specifically the Texan way of life. While Suzette may have had a broad understanding of America, she was not aware of regional differences compared to what she may have seen on television and in movies up until that point.

The day of departure had finally arrived, and Suzette stood in the airport with her mom, ready for the ten-hour flight. She had two suitcases with her, one filled with her clothes and the other filled with items for her extended family that her mother was sending. Suzette was able to pad that second bag with extra items of her own, but the main purpose of the second bag was for the items she would buy in Texas, plus any gifts that her American relatives were sending back to the UK.

It’s not that Suzette would go short in any area, because she was staying with family. If, by chance, she didn’t have something that she needed, her two cousins would willingly share their belongings with her. She had not a worry in the world, and while she had taken more than her fair share of personal finances with her, she would also learn one important aspect of Texas family life. Suzette was going to be a guest in the Murphy household, and she would be treated accordingly by her aunt’s family with generous hospitality.

When the flight arrived in Dallas, the young Englishwoman was mesmerized. Her extended family greeted her with warm hugs and embraces, something that she wasn’t really used to coming from England, and when she left the airport for the 30-minute drive, her eyes were as wide as saucers. 12-lane highways, store signs as big as houses, and cars the size of small buses—it was all too much to take in. Virtually everything she saw was simply electrifying. Even though she had arrived from England, there was a saying that she had often heard, and that was that everything in Texas was big, even more so than the average American state. Upon first sight, Suzette believed it. To her, everything seemed positively huge, and she was mesmerized by what her eyes could see.

Once the 30-minute drive to her summer home had been completed, the visual feast didn’t stop there. Compared to her humble upbringing, the house that Suzette was going to be staying in was huge. It was overwhelming if the truth be told, and once they pulled up to the home, her extended family treated her like royalty. Naturally she went to the rear of the SUV to grab her bags, but she wasn’t allowed to. Once the trunk had been opened, Uncle Frank directed his daughters to grab a suitcase each, and Suzette even got a little thrill when each daughter replied, “Yes, Papa.” It was like she was a living part of an old western novel. Suzette even joked to herself, wondering if they all shouted goodnight to each other just like she had seen in the TV show The Walton’s.

During her summer stay with her extended family, Suzette was going to be sharing a room, and indeed a bed, with her cousin, Maggie. Prior to her arrival, Aunt Nancy had prepared a dresser for her to store her clothing for the summer. There was even a small section for her to use in the closet, should it be required.

It had been expected that on the first night things would be a little different than the rest of her stay. Because Suzette was likely to be suffering from jet lag, Aunt Nancy had made emergency preparations in anticipation. Suzette was sharing a room with Maggie; it would be unfair on her cousin if Suzette woke up at 3am as sharp as a tack, so Aunt Nancy explained to Suzette what she could do.

The basement of the house was normally a place reserved for Frank. It wasn’t quite a den that one would associate with a guy, but it did have some of those amenities. If it came to a point that Suzette rose early, then she could go to the den, where there was a large TV, a fridge, and most importantly, a futon to lie on.

Aunt Nancy had fully anticipated this possibility, and she had chosen the basement for a reason. She expected Suzette to have trouble sleeping, and by setting up a place for her in the den, she assumed that Suzette would go there, fall asleep at some ungodly hour, and likely sleep like a baby until noon. By being in the basement, the rest of the family could go about their daily routine without disturbing their visiting relative, and Suzette could sleep and acclimatize to her new environment in her own time. The jet lag wouldn’t last long, so it was a welcome addition to have an extra place for her to stay during that period.

That night, Aunt Nancy’s prophecy came to fruition. Suzette did indeed wake up in the early hours, and she was bright-eyed as she sat in the den watching infomercials until the time came when she passed out on the futon with the television still running. In the morning Aunt Nancy went to check on her, and Suzette was sound asleep, dead to the world.

It only took a couple of days for Suzette to acclimatize to her new environment, and soon after she was going on daily trips exploring the wonderful aspects of Texas culture. Practically everything was new to the guest from England; it was a sensory overload for her. At nighttime her adrenalin was still high, even when she retired to the room that she now shared with Maggie.

Being new, there were a few things that her uncle and aunt let slide, but there needed to be a point where they set the ground rules. It was at the end of the first week when she got her first indication that things on the surface might not be all that they seemed to be. On the night in question, Suzette was in a particularly excitable mood, and once she was in the room with Maggie, she was having the time of her life with her cousin. It was around 11pm when a knock came on the door.

Maggie already knew who this was, and she weakly muttered “come in” to the guest knocking on her door. Suzette was already up and bouncing around the room when the door opened; it was Uncle Frank, and he had a rather unfriendly look on his face.

Allowing for the fact that Suzette was still learning about family life in Texas, he allowed her a little grace, but he did say what was on his mind.

“Girls,” Uncle Frank began. “I have to get up early in the morning for work, so please keep the noise down; it is very late.”

It almost seemed sassy when Suzette replied, “Sure thing, Uncle Frank.”

The door closed as an irate Frank left the room, and Maggie then set about trying to calm her cousin down, but she wasn’t as successful as she had hoped. Despite her best efforts, only 15 minutes had passed when another knock on the door came, but this time it was knocked at the same time it was being opened. Suzette was about to see another side of Uncle Frank.

“I’ve told you once,” Frank said, “and I won’t tell you again. Suzette, get yourself into bed right now. If I have to come back a third time, neither of you will like it, so knock it off.”

This time the door closed rather loudly, and an open-mouthed Suzette looked at Maggie as she climbed into bed.

“What’s up with him?” Suzette asked,

A rather meek-looking Maggie whispered her reply. “Shush, you’ve got to be quiet. If he comes back a third time, he will whip our butts good, and trust me, you don’t want that.”

Suzette assumed that this statement was a metaphor; after all, they were both 19, and obviously she didn’t mean he would actually ‘whip their butts.’

With another sassy comment, Suzette added. “Don’t worry, I will use my English charm on him.”

Maggie poked her. “Be quiet, I’m serious; his belt is no joke. Please don’t push him.”

Because it was late, Suzette decided to drop the subject, but as Uncle Frank would be leaving for work early in the morning, she would leave it until then to press Maggie further with what she had said. Suzette didn’t believe the term ‘whip their butts’ was meant to be a literal term; in fact, she was pretty convinced of it, but she did want to find out what her cousin actually meant by saying it. She deferred the topic and let it drop, not out of fear, but because she was a guest in this house and didn’t want to disturb her uncle’s rest deliberately.

 

Chapter 2: Family Bonding

It was after 9 am the next morning when the two sleepyheads arose. The first port of call was the kitchen, where they would have a quick breakfast, and then they would return upstairs to get ready for another fun-filled Texas day. It was going to be a special day as well, for it would be the first time that the two sisters and their international cousin would be able to spend the day alone. Fiona was going to drive them to the city limits, where they would take a train into the city itself for an exciting day of exploration in the bustling neighborhoods.

Once breakfast was over, Maggie and Suzette used separate showers to get themselves ready for the day. Once Suzette walked back into the bedroom, Maggie was already getting dressed, and she had some questions for her American cousin, more out of curiosity than anything else.

In a somewhat pensive tone, Suzette asked what was on her mind.

“Last night, Maggie, you made a wisecrack about your dad’s belt. What was up with that?”

It most certainly hadn’t been a wisecrack; Maggie had been serious, and she let Suzette know so.

“I don’t know what it is like where you come from, but if you had kept on making noise last night, he would have come into our room with his belt in hand, and he would have whooped our tails to a point that we would have had to sleep on our tummies.”

Naturally, Suzette didn’t believe her, and she assumed that her American cousin was trying to scare her.

“As if,” Suzette replied, “we’re 19 years old, and I’m soon to be 20; there’s no way he would do that.”

Disbelievingly, Maggie shook her head. “You have no idea about Texas, trust me. As long as we are living under his roof, then we follow his rules, and if we don’t, we have to suffer the consequences. If we are lucky, we just get a spanking, but believe me, he will use his thick leather belt at the drop of a hat. That also goes for Fiona, and she is two years older than us. I don’t have any doubt in my mind that the same rules are going to apply to you as well just as long as you are living with us. Just so that you know, I’d bet you a dime to a dollar that your parents know about this arrangement; otherwise, I don’t think he would have let you live here for the entire summer.”

Suzette was shocked; there was no way that her parents would allow her uncle to spank her, would they? No sooner had she thought about that question, she already had doubts in her mind as to whether her parents would allow that or not. What if they had designated spanking rights to her uncle? I mean, technically, he wasn’t even related to her; it was only by marriage, and he wasn’t exactly a blood relative. Once Maggie had made her speech, Suzette had little left to say. Everything she wanted to cover was running through the deep thoughts in her mind, but she wasn’t totally going to let the subject drop; after all, she would be spending the whole day with her two cousins, and she had questions, like serious questions.

It was 11am, and the three young women were standing in the doorway with Aunt Nancy, with the oldest of the three getting an earbashing about the dos and don’ts concerning the upcoming trip into the big city.

They all waited patiently for her to finish, and once she had done so, the three women headed toward the waiting car.

The drive itself would take about 25 minutes to get to the outskirts of town, where they would be able to board a local train. This way they could leave their car in a cheaper parking lot and not have to worry about its safety in the big bad city. 25 minutes might seem like a long time, but when you have questions on your mind, that time evaporates pretty quickly.

Thankfully for Suzette, she already had an easy segue into the conversation that she wanted to talk about. As the car took off, Suzette was riding shotgun next to Fiona, and while they spoke about the places they were going to visit that day, Suzette was awaiting her opportunity to pounce. That moment came when Maggie mentioned an off-limits place in the city that the girls couldn’t visit. As quick as a flash, Suzette seized upon the opportunity as she looked at Maggie in the back seat.

“Let me guess, if we go there, then your dad will whoop our butts, right?” The disbelieving English cousin said.

The story continues…

USA VERSION: SUZETTE COMES TO AMERICA

UK VERSION: SUZETTE COMES TO AMERICA

eBook Number 14

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Did you notice I never put “NEW” in the title?

There is a reason why I never added “New” to the title; it is because the eBook is made up of three different novellas. However, all of the full-length stories have been edited and fully revised.

In layman’s terms, that means the grammar and punctuation have been improved significantly. Do you have any idea how long it takes to read and edit 66,000 words? 🙂

This anthology eBook is comprised of the previously released stories, Spanking in Sunset Creek, The OTK Sorority, and Jane’s Summer Spankings. Like I said, though, all 66,000 words have been re-edited and heavily revised.

This is where the bonus comes in. Each eBook costs $2.99 individually, but the cost of the combined anthology is $4.99. That equals a 44% discount if you buy the anthology as opposed to the individual eBooks.

Here is the link to the new book, and if you visit the page, then be sure to check out the “Read sample” on the left-hand side. You can get to read half of Spanking in Sunset Creek for free.

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Book Summary

The stories take place in Texas, Arkansas, and Georgia, respectively. The three stories contain approximately 66,000 words.

Spanking in Sunset Creek:

Elaine and her friend, Chelsea, live on the conservative side on the railway tracks, while Elaine’s boyfriend, Tim, lives on the progressive side of town. In the neighborhood where Elaine and Chelsea live, old-fashioned values remain true to this day, just like they did in the 1950s. No matter their age, just as long as they live under their parent’s roof, they are still subject to spankings.

In this story, Tim initially overhears Elaine’s mother spanking her, though she is now an adult. This sets off a chain of events where Chelsea receives a playful spanking from Elaine’s mom before, later that same day, Tim spanks both Elaine and Chelsea.

The OTK Sorority:

The Omega-Theta-Kappa sorority (OTK for short) is an exclusive Christian sorority that generations of families attend. The sorority is old-fashioned, and the Christian values that the young women must adhere to are the same ones that they grew up with. Much like their time with their families, the sorority enforces these values through spanking.

Each new pledge who enters the sorority must purchase her own paddle from Mr. Clark’s country store, but to ensure they have purchased a paddle that the sorority would deem suitable, each young woman has to try hers out before she leaves the store.

When Ella arrives for her spanking, she innocently informs Mr. Clark of something. He realizes that Ella’s big sister has played a prank on her. Mr. Clark lets Ella know that her big sister, Trudy, needs to call him. Trudy realizes that she is in trouble.

The story builds to a crescendo when the sorority initiation takes place. The four new pledges are aware that they will get spanked with their new paddles on initiation night, but knowing that information ahead of time is no comfort for their poor bottoms.

Jane’s Summer Spankings:

It is the summer of 1985, and Jane Witherspoon is heading to America to work at a summer camp on a cultural exchange program.

The young woman is so excited to learn about and experience all of the local traditions and customs in the state of Georgia. However, one unexpected custom raises its ugly head on only her second day there. That custom is none other than the tradition of birthday spankings.

Jane’s curiosity gets the better of her as she gets a trial run of a birthday spanking in lieu of her actual birthday the following week. This sets off a chain of events where she pushes her boundaries by wanting to explore this phenomenon more.

Jane isn’t the only one at the camp exploring spanking, though. One of the cabin supervisors has also been a frequent visitor to spanking land in the past, just as she will be in the present as well.

All of the characters in this story are fictional, and all are over the age of 18.

Three Spanked Girls

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As I am closing in on $5,000 in earnings from eBook sales in the last 14 months, and as I seem to be riding a solo journey on this blog, I just as well fill out another of my promotion pages today. I’m about $70 short of the $5K.

P.S. I also have to pay 15.3% in SSI and Medicaid taxes on every penny I earn as a self-employed author, so take that into account. That’s on top of my regular taxes.

I’ve already completed the DISCOVERING SPANKING 4-book set, but I still have to create 9 more pages for the other books. Today I am going to focus on my first eBook, 3 SPANKED GIRLS.

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Chapter 1: Amanda’s Birthday Spanking

Today was Amanda Carter’s 21st birthday, and it was a day that would be very special to her. Birthdays normally come and go and are soon forgotten about, but this was one birthday that Amanda would never forget.

The morning had come and gone, Amanda had arisen nice and early and was soon enjoying a lovely shower. As she dressed, a smile came to her face, as only it could when somebody had a birthday. Breakfast with the family was a joyous affair, and she got to open her presents soon after. Mostly they were items she had requested, so there was very little in the way of a surprise, though of course she was delighted with the new gadgets that she received.

Her day had already been planned, she was going to go to her friend Julie’s house, and later on in the afternoon they were meeting up with the rest of their little group, for a day out at the mall. Amanda wasn’t totally happy about the mall trip, being that she was not exactly the cool kid amongst the group, she wanted the day to be about herself, but she also knew that Elizabeth would command all of the attention, and would somehow bring the day around to being about her. Amanda tried to shake off any negative thoughts, though, because until the afternoon, the day was about her, and she joyfully made the trek over to Julie’s house.

When she arrived at the Rogers’ household, it wasn’t long before she was in Julie’s room, opening what she considered to be her best gift of the day. The gift itself was under no circumstances the most expensive gift she had received that day, nor was it a complete surprise, but she loved Julie dearly, and just the fact that it had come from her made the present very special indeed. In fact, the wrapping itself must have taken her half an hour to do, so much so that she didn’t even really want to ruin it by opening it.

Open it she did though, and the new hello kitty shirt couldn’t wait a single day to be worn. She quickly took off her white blouse and put the hello kitty shirt on, tucking it carefully into her short light blue flared skirt. Heck, even the colors matched as if she already knew what skirt to wear that day, and of course she knew what Julie was getting her.

Soon enough, it was time to get a bite to eat, and the girls headed downstairs. When they stepped into the kitchen they were met by Julie’s dad. Immediately, Amanda began to play with her hair, her crush on him more than obvious now than it had ever been to anyone watching. When he asked them what they were up to today, Julie told him how it was Amanda’s birthday and that she was treating her to a day out. Mr. Rogers’ smiled at the blushing girl and said that he hoped that she would have a wonderful birthday, but then totally took her off guard when he asked her, “Did you get your birthday spanking already?”

Amanda’s face could not have gotten any redder than it was the moment he said that. Why couldn’t he have asked her that when the two of them were alone, she would have been over his lap, with her panties down around her knees, in a nanosecond if he had. Her face wasn’t red with embarrassment at the indignation of his suggestion, it was red from the embarrassment that she would have secretly loved a spanking from Mr. Rogers.

There was this one time, about a year ago, when Mr. Rogers had playfully threatened her with a spanking, and while it wasn’t carried out, Amanda would be lying if she said that she hadn’t thought about it long and hard afterward.

Despite her blushing, she at least managed a cheeky response, perhaps with a secret long shot hope that maybe she would get a spanking. “Not yet Mr. Rogers, but the day is still young.”

Julie giggled at this playful exchange between her father and her best friend, and said, “Perhaps you should spank her daddy?”

Trying not to be obvious, Amanda slapped her friend on the arm, “Julie, you just stop, your daddy wouldn’t dare spank me.”

Perhaps sensing that Amanda was being a little coy, Mr. Rogers pulled out a kitchen chair, then sat down.

“Oh I wouldn’t, eh, then why don’t you come over here and find out whether I would spank you or not.”

A rush of excitement swept through Amanda’s body. Had it not been for Julie being present, she would have practically flown over his lap, but with Julie there she wasn’t giving up so easily.

Turning to her friend, she said, “Now look what you’ve done, maybe you should be the one getting the spanking.”

Julie replied, “It isn’t my birthday, is it Daddy?”

To which her father responded, “No darling, only Amanda has a birthday today.”

Amanda scrunched her nose up and got a little closer to Mr. Rogers, “Fine, whatever.” she said, “Just don’t spank me too hard.”

“And how old are we today?”

Oh boy, such a tough question. Amanda’s head tilted from side to side, as her mouth moved as if she was trying to say something. In her mind she was pondering, ‘can I get away with saying I am 260’? Obviously she couldn’t, but she could add a little sass to her demeanor.

“I’m 21,” she replied, “You know, so I’m clearly old enough to know right from wrong.”

Mr. Rogers reached out his right hand and took Amanda by her hands, and moved her next to him, “So, that is 21 spanks, plus one for luck, and one to grow on.”

Amanda pressed her thighs against his and smiled sexily at him. Mr. Rogers smiled back and placed his hand on her lower back, then guided her over his knees. Amanda felt totally vulnerable, bent over like that with her bottom sticking up high, and she quickly reached back to make sure her skirt had stayed down. Mr. Rogers watched her display and waited for her to put her hands back in front of her, then as quick as a flash, he whipped the skirt all the way up. Amanda jumped, and her hand flew back once more, first to grab the skirt that was now on her back, and then to place her hand on her panties.

Julie jumped for joy, “Ooh, Daddy’s going to spank you on your panties.”

Amanda scorned her laughing friend, “You are going to get such a spanking from me later, mark my words.”

Mr. Rogers comfortably took Amanda’s hand and held it by her side. He looked down at her little bottom now encased by a tiny pair of white nylon panties, the tone of which almost matched her skin color, and he patted it firmly half a dozen times.

Looking at his daughter, he said, “Look at your little friend here, bent over my knees like a naughty little girl with her bottom sticking up in the air. It seems to me she has been needing a spanking for a while now.”

Julie laughed once more, “Oh yes daddy, spank her good, she really deserves it.”

Amanda gave her friend the evil eye once more, feeling the warmth of Mr. Rogers palm resting on her bottom. She wondered whether all these pats were the actual birthday spanks or not, as he patted her bottom several more times, her mind switching between embarrassment and excitement. One thing was for sure, he was certainly taking his sweet little time over the proceedings. Even Julie was wondering what the delay was, as she eagerly awaited the spanking of her friend.

Of course, it is not every day that the best friend of your daughter is bent over your lap, with her sexy panties on display. Why would he rush such a delectable scenario?

Mr. Rogers studied the target beneath him and picked his spot. He raised his hand a foot from the target and brought it down firmly on her right cheek.

Amanda jumped at the impact and emitted a vocal sound from her mouth, quickly followed by, “What the hell was that? That stung.”

Mr. Rogers smiled and repeated the measure with five more steady spanks, alternating butt cheeks as he did so to the bucking woman beneath him. Amanda had scrunched her face up, the spanks were a lot harder than she thought they were going to be, though at the same time, she would have been disappointed had they not been hard enough for her to feel them.

As Mr. Rogers had paused during the spanking, and as the warm glow started to build in Amanda’s bottom, she looked over her shoulder and said, “I thought I said not to spank me hard.”

Mr. Rogers caught a faint glimpse of the smile on her face and replied, “I can spank you a lot harder if you want me to.”

Amanda laughed in response, “No, no, it’s okay, we’re good.”

Now in a teasing mode, Mr. Rogers quickly snapped the hem of her underwear and said, “Perhaps if you wore more sensible panties, you would have a bit more protection back here.”

“They are sensible, it’s not like I am wearing a thong or anything,” she replied, then reached back to prevent them from riding up any further. “Besides, you have no right to even be looking at my panties, that’s totally uncalled-for.”

“Well, they are very pretty.” Mr. Rogers added, and he patted her bum several more times.

Amanda looked over her shoulder and looked straight at Mr. Rogers, “Look, can we just stop talking about my panties and get on with the spanking already?”

Mr. Rogers smiled and replied, “As you wish, my dear,” and he delivered six more solid rapid spanks to the upturned bottom. Amanda bucked and twisted at each swat, thinking how fruitless it was to try and straighten her panties as they rose once more.

“How many is that?” he asked.

Amanda was incredulous, “Probably about sixty by now.”

“No, that was twelve, and this is thirteen, and fourteen, and fifteen, and sixteen.”

Mr. Rogers was spanking firmer than before, and he watched with delight as each cheek started to glow. Aiming at the bottom part of her cheeks, he landed one more to each cheek, before delivering the last three right across the center of her bottom.

He then announced, “One to grow on,” and delivered a real stinger to her left cheek, and finally, one for luck, as he did the same to the right cheek.

Amanda quickly got up and started to rub the seat of her panties as she walked back to Julie. Mr. Rogers grinned and thought to himself, ‘For a young lady who was so concerned about me seeing her panties, she sure is showing them a lot now’.

As Julie laughed, both girls headed out of the kitchen. Once at the door, Amanda looked behind her and smiled towards Mr. Rogers. Amanda didn’t stop rubbing her bottom for five minutes afterwards, and both girls studied her pink bottom for quite a while longer. Before long the birthday spanking was forgotten about and the girls talked about their day ahead, though not both of them had totally forgotten about the birthday spanking, it played over and over in Amanda’s mind. Yes, it did sting an awful lot, but Amanda loved every minute of it. Within the hour, the girls headed back downstairs to leave for the day, but before they left, Julie said she was going to get them some water to take with them.

For a brief minute Amanda was alone with Mr. Rogers in the living room. He smiled at the blushing girl and asked, “How is your bottom?”

Amanda just grinned back and replied, “It’s tingling, but it is a nice feeling.” Then she winked at him.

Mr. Rogers enjoyed the sass and replied, “You really must be a naughty girl then.”

To which Amanda responded, “I guess you were right, I have been needing a spanking for a while now.”

As she said this, Julie came back in, and soon the girls headed towards the door. While Julie went through, Amanda looked back at Mr. Rogers and flipped her skirt up with both hands. “Thank you for the birthday spanking, Mr. Rogers,” she said, as she headed out of the door with a big grin on her face.

This is only chapter one of a 33,000-word collection of short stories. There are 5 stories that make up the eBook. CLICK HERE TO VIEW THE BOOK.

Changing Covers

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Today I was going to share another fantastic restoration piece that I am delighted with, much like the Samantha Woodley image that I shared in my last post. However, the website seems to be dead right now. Spring is always quiet everywhere. So, I just as well look after number one and spam one of my books instead.

Check my DEVIANTART profile later today because I might post the restored picture there instead. In fact, I post daily spanking images on DeviantArt as it is, so it might be worth your time to have a look at my recent posts.

I also post a daily picture on my BACKUP BLOG, so I have alternatives if you are only looking for spanking pictures.

Here is the new cover for my JANE’S SUMMER SPANKINGS eBook. At one time the original story was one of the most popular on this blog. However, that short story was made into a full novella, so perhaps it was better served remaining as a short story.

Since I updated the book cover, the eBook has gained some traction.

My Seventh Spanking eBook

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Book Summary

It is the summer of 1985, and Jane Witherspoon is heading to America to work at a summer camp on a cultural exchange program.

The young woman is so excited to learn about and experience all of the local traditions and customs in the state of Georgia. However, one unexpected custom raises its ugly head on only her second day there. That custom is none other than the tradition of birthday spankings.

Jane’s curiosity gets the better of her as she gets a trial run of a birthday spanking in lieu of her actual birthday the following week. This sets off a chain of events where she pushes her own boundaries by wanting to explore this phenomenon more.

Jane isn’t the only one at the camp exploring spanking, though. One of the cabin supervisors has also been a frequent visitor to spanking land in the past, just as she will be in the present as well.

This book features all male/female OTK spankings, with an emphasis on spankings given over the panties.

Approximately 24,000 words.

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Another 10%

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Below are the opening 2 chapters from the collection of short stories that I wrote entitled DISCOVERING SPANKING – VOLUME 3. For promotional purposes, I am allowed to share the opening 10% of each eBook. In order to view the full book you can click on the link in this paragraph, or click directly on the image below.

I have already built pages for the other 3 volumes of this series. All three links below have free spanking stories for you to read. Today’s post will round out the set for the Discovering Spanking series.

DISCOVERING SPANKING:

DISCOVERING SPANKING – VOLUME 2:

DISCOVERING SPANKING – BONUS STORIES:

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The eBook below contains 3 long spanking stories with approximately 27,000 words.

DISCOVERING SPANKING – VOLUME 3

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Spanks For Pranks:

Chapter 1: A Memory

One day, whilst out shopping in the town, some memories came flooding back to Linda. These memories had been rekindled in a novelty store when she had stumbled across something that she had once owned. It was an item that had brought her untold joy and amusement all those years ago, even if that joy and amusement had come from the reactions of her victims.

What was this item that she had found?

The item in question was a fake rat. It was one of those rubbery things that, at first glance, would send a chill down anyone’s spine. Perhaps on the surface, when seen close up, it might not have appeared to be real. However, when placed in a nook or cranny somewhere, with only the head or tail peeking out, the fake rat was as real as the day was long. Certainly to the person who would discover it as their minds played tricks on them.

At home it had been confiscated more times than she would care to admit, and when she played that prank on the neighbors, they would often laugh, at least externally. Internally, however, they each had their own thoughts as to what should happen to that bratty neighbor of theirs.

None of this compared to summer camp, though. Inevitably her fake rats would be confiscated during the summer, which is why she would always take three or four of them to camp with her. Linda could normally get a good week out of a fake rat before it was confiscated, normally because she would ‘rescue’ it before the maintenance crew arrived to do a sweep of the cabin. Even better for her, nobody ever knew that she was the person who conducted this annual activity.

There was always this thrill of doing something so deliciously naughty and mischievous, and even on the rare occasions when she was caught out, all she had to do was listen to the riot act being read to her. Nothing of note ever happened, save perhaps for her reputation as a troublemaker being enhanced. As Linda held the fake rat in the store, knowing that she was definitely going to purchase it, another memory quickly came back to her.

There was this one time, many years ago, when Linda was helping out her neighbor, Mrs. Wilson. It was only a small job where she could earn a few dollars, and all it entailed was cleaning out the shed in the garden and moving some of the items from the basement into said shed. It was an opportunity that simply couldn’t be passed up.

As Mrs. Wilson made a trip to the open basement, Linda took the fake rat from her pocket and placed it right behind the shovel in the shed. Of course, she didn’t place the entire thing behind the shovel; she only put the head behind the shovel and left the back end, including the long tail, sticking out in the open.

Even to this day, ten years later, she could still hear the shrieks from Mrs. Wilson as she came running out of the shed just a few seconds after entering it. However, things were different this time around. Normally, whenever she would play one of her pranks, the initial shock would soon be followed by laughter, even if the victim didn’t find it particularly funny.

Not so in Mrs. Wilson’s case, though. For her, the event had been particularly traumatic, and even when Linda retrieved the fake rat to show her that it had all been a joke, her explanation had fallen on deaf ears. She was banished from the house almost immediately by the shaking woman, and she left without so much as a dime in her pocket for the work that she had done that day.

It was a reaction that Linda had encountered many times before, but in almost every incident previously, even if it took a little time, people would eventually see the funny side of it. Linda even trudged off on that particular day lamenting how much of a drama queen Mrs. Wilson was being.

Even though Linda had felt that Mrs. Wilson had been overly dramatic, it did gnaw at her a bit. The older woman had been so shaken that she had even cried, and there was a little twang of guilt in the younger woman. Based upon past experiences, though, she would put on her manipulative hat the following day and pay a visit to Mrs. Wilson, with the intention of using her natural charm to play the role of an innocent prankster. It had worked many times before, so why wouldn’t it work again?

Unfortunately for Linda, her pre-planned routine didn’t work out as well as she had planned the following day, and even though she had been shocked by the words that were said to her that day, the memory of them was so strong that she still remembered them ten years later.

She had rung the doorbell of her neighbor, and she was standing there as innocently as an angel when her life changed a little bit. It wasn’t Mrs. Wilson who answered the doorbell; instead, it was the rather gruff-looking Mr. Wilson who answered it.

Initially, Mr. Wilson didn’t say much, though perhaps the angry look on his face told its own story. He stood there, silently, as Linda began her insincere ‘butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth’ speech, like she had done on countless occasions beforehand.

There was a difference this time compared to all of the other times that she had used this tactic in the past. Mr. Wilson’s eyes pierced her own as she stumbled over her fake apology, his face seemingly getting redder by the second. It was apparent that he wasn’t buying what she was selling. In fact, Linda didn’t even get to finish before an angry Mr. Wilson interrupted her.

Her prepared speech had worked many times in the past, but it wasn’t working today, and in an elevated voice, Mr. Wilson let her know exactly what he thought of her little prank and how his wife had reacted to it. Linda was so shocked by his response that she stood there with an open mouth. Nobody had ever spoken to her like that before.

If the lecture hadn’t been bad enough, it was what he said before he slammed the door shut that had stuck in her head for ten years. Just when it looked like Mr. Wilson was going to blow a gasket, he looked her dead in the eyes and barked the following, with his angry finger wagging in her direction, and he appeared to mean every word of it.

“If I had my way, I would put you across my knee, and I would give you a damn good spanking. You wouldn’t find your stupid little prank anywhere near as funny if you weren’t able to sit down for a week.”

That was it. He didn’t embellish it; he simply told her what it was that he thought she deserved, and then he slammed the door shut.

Perhaps if they had talked about it some afterwards, then she wouldn’t have felt the way that she did. But there was no opportunity to discuss it. He had said it, and he had meant it, and by slamming the door shut afterwards, it seemed to enhance how serious he was about it. There was no room for Linda to try and sweet-talk her way out of this one; she was left with his burning words ringing in her ears. He thought that she deserved a good old-fashioned spanking, and it’s not like she could argue the point. After all, his response had been pretty valid.

In the weeks that followed, Linda was still shocked, to the point that she would avoid the Wilsons as much as she could. When those occasions did occur in the future, the response of her neighbors was polite, naturally, but it was also curt. She was getting the cold shoulder treatment, perhaps no more than she deserved. It even got to the point where Linda admitted to herself that she would rather take a spanking than be ignored by the two of them. That was likely the reason that she still remembered the event clearly, even ten years later.

Nobody had ever spoken to her like that before.

Now that she was 25 years old, it was likely that Linda would never have a need for a fake rat anymore, but that didn’t prevent her from purchasing it as a memento. It’s not like she could take it into work with her and scare the other office workers, though it was always a consideration. Unfortunately, there were responsibilities to consider.

If she lost her job by playing a stupid prank, then she would also lose her apartment, so it wasn’t something that was possible. Linda had a good job, and she rented a small apartment above her landlord’s apartment, and the rent was super affordable. There was far too much to lose by playing a silly prank.

Chapter 2: The Prank

In Linda’s bedroom there was a small stand composed of three layers. It was on this stand where she kept her knick-knacks. Plush toys of a multitude of different characters, and even a few pop-up cards of K-pop stars. Those were collectors’ items that she loved to find online. Considering what was on that stand, the ugly-looking fake rat seemed totally out of place, but perhaps that was its charm. It stood out like a sore thumb, and it always brought a smile to Linda’s face.

The apartment itself was rather old, having once been the upstairs of the main house. Once her landlord’s children had left home, and his marriage disintegrated, her landlord, Richard Williams, had converted the upstairs portion of his house into an apartment, and likewise, he converted the basement into another apartment. Mr. Williams, himself, lived on the ground floor, a more than spacious area for a single man.

Even though he didn’t charge an arm and a leg for his rented living quarters, the money that he did take in afforded him the luxury of only needing to work part-time, with early retirement just a few years away. His upcoming pension was more than adequate, and when he started to draw from that, the added income from his tenants would afford him the luxury of travel whenever he felt like it.

Mr. Williams was blessed with considerate tenants, and during the times when repairs in the house were needed, he had the time to perform them by himself, thereby saving even more money. While not affluent, he certainly had little to worry about in terms of finances.

One weekend, Linda was engaged in a pleasant conversation with Mr. Williams. He was talking to her about the drainage in her kitchen sink, and he informed her that he needed to upgrade the main pipe due to city compliance, and he was looking to arrange a time, possibly on a weekend, when he could stop by and do the necessary repair work. Being that she was aware of his laid-back schedule, Linda even offered him a proposition. Rather than arrange a time when both of them were free, she informed him that he could stop by at any time when she was at work to do the repairs at his leisure.

Initially, it was a bit uncomfortable for Mr. Williams. He was very much of the opinion that the rented space was a private area, and he would never encroach on anyone’s privacy, but Linda assured him that it was no problem, only requesting that he let her know when he was going to do it so that she could have the kitchen prepared for him.

Richard Williams wasn’t one for dilly-dallying, so as soon as he accepted her offer, he got the ball rolling, and he suggested that he could complete the work on Tuesday morning, and that way it would give him some leeway should any issues occur. Linda was more than agreeable to this, as she already had a firm trust in her landlord. He had always seemed like a stand-up guy.

On Monday evening Linda began to prepare the kitchen. Not that there was much to prepare, as she always kept it spotless anyway, but she wanted to make sure that all dishes were cleared and put away, and she even went as far as removing everything from the sink and counter itself. When Tuesday morning arrived, all she had to worry about was washing her coffee cup. Everything was set for the repairs.

Linda got herself ready for work and then made her bed. A smile started to form on her face, similar to the mischievous grin that she always had whenever she was a naughty teenager a decade earlier. The fake rat was staring up at her from the small stand in the corner of her room. Her eyes looked upwards as her devilish thoughts took over. She hadn’t done this for years, but it would be so good to relive a memory.

Just before Linda left for work that day, she walked over to her stand and grabbed the fake rat, and then she accompanied it on the short journey toward the kitchen. Surely she was too old to pull a naughty prank on her landlord, wasn’t she?

Not Linda!

That naughty girl that lurked inside of Linda was always there, even if she didn’t get to let her loose very often these days. Today was different, though. A little harmless prank could never be turned down, and she even imagined the excitement she would feel, not knowing what Mr. Williams’s reaction would be. At least until she could bring it up during the week sometime.

With the precision of a stealth bomber, Linda carried her rodent friend into the kitchen and opened up the cupboard beneath the kitchen sink. She surveyed it for a few seconds, but she had already spotted the location that it was going to be placed almost immediately. She crouched down, leaned forward, and then buried the head of the rat out of sight, underneath the main pipe.

Should anyone happen to open that cupboard, perhaps like an unsuspecting landlord or someone, then the first thing that they would see would be the hindquarters of a fake rat, with its long tail featured prominently on the cupboard floor.

Linda stood up and closed the cupboard doors behind her, and then she leaned down to reopen them. It was perfect. The fake rat was likely to scare the bejeebus out of anyone who happened to be unfortunate enough to open that cupboard. It was purely coincidence that her landlord would be opening that very cupboard within the hour.

Linda Clarkson was such a naughty girl. She always had been.

Richard had heard the car pull out of the driveway that morning, and he was never one to put things off, so he had planned to fix the upstairs sink as quickly as he could. It was close to 10am when he gathered his equipment, and he headed up to Linda’s apartment.

Richard Williams always valued privacy, so his plan was to take care of the repairs that he needed to do and then leave the apartment at the earliest opportunity. He would then text Linda to let her know that everything was finished. Once he arrived in the apartment, he laid a cloth on the kitchen floor, and then he arranged the equipment that he would need for this project.

Before he began, there was the important initial task to perform. He had to shut the water off in the kitchen before he could start. As he would need to enter the cupboard itself in order to reach the main faucet, he dropped to his knees and then opened the cupboard doors under the sink.

Had Linda seen this event take place in person, she would have likely dropped to the floor laughing. Richard had opened the cupboard door, and he almost instantaneously shouted out, “Holy shit,” as he involuntarily flung his body backwards.

Attempting to peek around the open cupboard door, he stared intently at the motionless tail and back end of what he assumed was a rat. It hadn’t moved, though. Was it dead?

Despite his initial shock, he knew immediately that if the rat had been alive, then it would have scurried away at the first inkling of light. He looked around the kitchen and spotted a straw broom, and he quickly took hold of it.

Tentatively, Richard approached the open cupboard, and he peered inside once more. He studied it for a good ten seconds, altering his body for a better view of the still motionless rodent. He was even more tentative as he stuck the broom into the cupboard and poked at the rat, and after a couple of jabs at the tail, it still wasn’t moving. He was pretty shocked that a rat had made its way into his house because he had never encountered that before.

Richard hadn’t planned to open anything in the kitchen that day other than what he was there for, but in this instance he needed a bag of some type. After opening a couple of drawers, he finally found a small collection of plastic shopping bags, which were perfect for his task at hand.

Using the broom once more, he began to ease the rodent out from under the sink, but something didn’t seem right. It wasn’t moving like one would expect a dead rat to move. He had anticipated it bending in the middle, or the body having some give to it, but it did neither. The rodent he was sweeping remained plump, almost bouncy in a way, and there was no give to the body. When the full rat came into view, its face was also alert, almost comically so. Richard poked at it with the broom, and it bounced sideways, the facial expression remaining the same.

The initial shock had disappeared, and now he was curious. He still wasn’t certain that this was a toy, but with each passing second it was beginning to look more and more like one. Finally, he flipped the broom upside down and used the handle part to poke at the rat. It squeezed in the middle and then expanded back to its original shape. It had taken him a good few minutes to realize it, but he finally worked out that the rat he had encountered was nothing more than a toy.

Richard now had a dilemma, though. He could put it back once he was finished with his task, but if Linda was unaware of it being there, it was also likely to scare the life out of her. Likewise, he could hardly leave it lying around anywhere else for the same reasons. It wouldn’t matter where it was placed; it would be sure to frighten her.

Wisdom being the better part of valor, Richard bagged the fake rodent, and he then set about his task for the day. He would take it with him once he was finished with his project, and then later on that night he would pay Linda a visit. If it had been a toy that she had misplaced, then there would be no harm, no foul. And if she was unaware of it being there, then he would have likely saved her from an unexpected fright.

Richard Williams didn’t know that he had such a naughty tenant who was renting an apartment from him.

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Best Selling Author

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Yes, it’s true; your humble host is officially a best-selling author!! Okay, I will be truthful; it is more of a participation trophy than anything else. Amazon placed me in a category that I didn’t request, and my eBook was the best-selling in that category by a lot. They have since removed me from that category. BIRTHDAY SPANKINGS.

However, for a single day I was officially a best-selling author, and I have a screenshot for proof. You might have to click on the image to read the details.

Over the weekend I worked diligently on my upcoming Omnibus eBook, and after hours of graft it is finally ready. The Omnibus edition eBook will include all 4 volumes of my DISCOVERING SPANKING series.

The eBook is exactly 100,298 words long. Due to the size, I am probably going to put it up for $6.99, but it will still be free to those of you who use Kindle Unlimited. Every story in all four volumes has been thoroughly revised. I am confident that someone will find a misplaced comma in this collection among those 100,000 words.

Remember, it is self-publishing. That means I do everything. I write the book, edit the book, format the book, and then I publish the book. Not bad for a guy who doesn’t even have the equivalent of a high school diploma and who never attended college.

The Omnibus eBook will have a publishing date set of May 1st, 2026.

Next up, I have two projects. Firstly, I am going to revise the BRITISH SPANKING eBook. It will be a second edition, and the eBook will be renamed to “Kathy and Bella.”

There is a reason for the renaming.

Kathy and Bella is a story with 12,300 words, and it accounts for half of the eBook. What I am going to do is increase that story with a few more chapters, probably bringing it toward the 20,000 words mark. And I will likely increase the story “Sticky Fingers” as well. The book currently has 26,000 words, and I will increase it to perhaps 36,000 words.

The above story might be ready by mid-May. Once I have finished that eBook, it will be on to the next one.

My project for June will be the third and final volume of the SPANKING NEIGHBOR series. The story is likely to be a long one with a target goal of around 30,000 words.

So much for my plan to only write 4 eBooks this year, lol. By the time June arrives, I will already be on my 5th eBook for the year, and there will still be six months left after that.

Discovering Spanking – Bonus Stories

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Today I am doing a rare cross-post with my daily upload over on DeviantArt. The reason is pretty simple, I am spamming my new eBook. Underneath the image you will find the first chapter of the first story from the new book. It is the maximum amount that I am allowed to share by Amazon.

The new eBook has gotten off to a wonderful start, and if it keeps this pace up it is likely to set a new record for most sales/downloads in its first month compared to my other eBooks.

I’m currently writing my next eBook and I already have 7,600 words written already. It is possible that the next eBook could be ready by the end of next week.

Enjoy the free story below. It is a complete spanking and it stands as a short spanking story in its own right. DISCOVERING SPANKING – BONUS STORIES.

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Chapter 1: Searching For a Spanking Paddle

The old country store came into view as Jessica drove down the narrow, weather-beaten road. The sun was shining brightly on the roof of the cabin-like structure. The young woman driving along that road was on a mission, and this store was apparently the place where she could find what she was seeking.

As Jessica pushed open the old store door, the bell above it chimed, echoing throughout the empty store. Her eyes scanned the busy aisles and then towards the unattended counter, but there was no sign of life. She didn’t pay too much mind to it; after all, this was Texas, and so someone was sure to appear soon enough.

Jessica’s mission today was to find one item that her sorority house desperately needed, the perfect spanking paddle. The house didn’t need something excessive, just something fun. The paddle needed to be small, with enough sting to keep the bratty sisters in check when the time was needed.

Her eyes scanned the aisles of the store, but the poor lass didn’t even know where to begin looking. Naturally, because of her mission, Jessica’s cheeks were flushing with embarrassment, and her nerves were jangling with each tentative step.

Suddenly, a voice, seemingly out of nowhere, spoke. “May I help you find something?”

A startled shiver went through the young woman’s body as she turned around. Behind her stood the tall store owner. He was older, perhaps in his mid-50s, and he sported a salt and pepper beard. A friendly smile adorned his face.

“Oh, hi,” Jessica stammered. “I was, um, just looking around for a paddle for my sorority. Rumor has it that you carry such items. Is that true?”

A hearty laugh came from the store owner. “Indeed we do, my dear. If it is a spanking paddle that you are looking for, you have come to the right place.”

Jessica’s blush grew even harder. He could have simply said ‘paddle’ without adding the dreaded ‘S’ word, she thought to herself. However, she tried to stay focused and on task. “Oh, great. We’re just looking for something fun, you know, something with a little zip to it to keep around the sorority house.”

With a reassuring smile, he gestured for Jessica to follow him up the last aisle against the back wall of the country store. Once they reached their destination, his arm swept like a matador, as if to showcase the ready-made shelf that was filled with various spanking paddles. “We have a wide variety here, from the playfully light ones all the way up to the more serious paddles.”

Jessica glanced at the array of paddles before her, scanning the shelf up and down. “You have so many choices, I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

The ever-knowing store owner simply smiled. “Allow me to offer you some advice. If you want a paddle that is both fun and gets the message across, you should probably try it out first.”

Jessica’s eyes appeared quizzical, like she was trying to digest the words he had just spoken. “How would I do that?” She asked innocently.

The store owner simply nodded, something that Jessica found rather strange. “Tell you what,” he said, “let me turn the door sign around and close the store for a little while, and I will show you.”

The unintuitive young woman simply followed along, unsure of what he meant. “Um, okay,” came her short response.

The store owner walked towards the front of the store, locked the entrance door, and then turned the door sign around from open to closed.

There was a wooden chair sitting at the end of the aisle, an item that Jessica had barely noticed when she was studying the array of paddles. Once the store owner returned, he picked up one of the small paddles and then took Jessica’s right arm by the wrist and led her to the end of the aisle. “Let’s give the paddle a test run, shall we? This will give you some idea about what you are considering purchasing.”

Disbelief swept over the young woman as the store owner sat down on the armless chair. Surely he wasn’t planning to spank her, was he?

The answer to that question came quickly. The store owner patted his jean-clad lap, looked the young miss dead in the eye, and then commandingly stated, “Over my lap you go.”

Jessica was caught like a deer in the headlights; she didn’t know what to do. She didn’t even know the guy’s name, and here he was telling her to bend over his lap like a naughty girl. Every instinct in her body told her to walk out of the store while flipping him the bird.

But she didn’t.

She had never even been spanked before, but somehow she knew the position that she was being ordered to adopt. Her heart was pounding, and as ridiculous as the request was, Jessica found herself bending right over the waiting lap, all the way over until her hands touched the floor. She had no earthly idea why she had done as he had requested, and her face burned from embarrassment as she lay there with her bottom sticking up high.

That embarrassment only increased when she felt his hand smack her bottom twice, before he had even addressed the reason that she was here today. With the chosen paddle in hand, he began talking.

“This is the spanking paddle that I recommend for your sorority. It is small and light, but it is more than adequate when it is applied to a naughty girl’s bottom.”

A look of shock appeared on Jessica’s face as she felt the paddle land smartly on the seat of her shorts. She yelped, but otherwise remained motionless. It landed again and again, with each swat radiating on the flesh below her clothing.

“Is this as effective as you were hoping it would be, young lady?”

He asked the question while still spanking away at the seat of her thin cotton shorts, something that was starting to make Jessica squirm a little bit as she gently yelped.

“Gosh, yes, this one has quite a sting to it.” She bravely replied.

“Good, I thought it might. However, I very much doubt that you bratty girls will be spanking each other over your shorts, will you? So, let’s get these shorts down so that you can really get a sense of what it feels like.”

It was such a presumptuous thing for him to say, and Jessica began to decline the offer. “I would rather you… oh boy. Seriously, I already have an idea what the paddle feels like.”

Her protests were short-lived. In fact, halfway through her reply, she had to change direction because her shorts were already being pulled over her thin pink nylon panties, finally resting at the hollow of her knees.

The store owner had ignored everything that the young woman had said, like her voice was an invisible silence in the room.

The store owner continued. “There’s no point doing things in half measures; if you want to know what a spanking paddle really feels like, the very least we can do is warm the seat of your panties for you.” As he said these words, he looked down at her slightly pink bottom and then added. “Of course, these tiny panties that you are wearing aren’t going to offer you any protection, are they? It’s unbelievable what you naughty girls wear as an excuse for underwear these days.”

Jessica’s mouth opened wide as he talked about her panties. She had only walked into the country store looking for a spanking paddle, but now she had the indignity of a man she didn’t even know talking to her about the skimpiness of her panties. Had she entered the twilight zone or something?

What was even worse, she could feel him plucking at the nylon material like he was picking cotton, and he even snapped the elastic against her bottom on either side. He followed this plucking and snapping by rubbing his hand over both of her bottom cheeks. The store owner was taking many liberties with his roaming hand.

Jessica didn’t have too much time to ponder this embarrassing situation, though, because in short order the stingy little paddle was bouncing up and down all over her nylon-clad cheeks.

Now she was really in the swing of things. She had hoped to find a paddle that was fun but that had some zip to it, and that was what he was showcasing. If any passerby had happened to gaze through the windows of the old country store at that moment, they would have seen a young woman bucking and writhing over the lap of an older man while he soundly applied a mean little paddle to the seat of a woefully thin pair of pink nylon panties.

It would have probably resembled a scene from the 1950s, where an angry store owner was giving his naughty niece a good paternal spanking.

The store owner’s plan had been to methodically showcase his wares. It wasn’t the longest spanking ever given, even if Jessica likely felt like someone was holding her bottom against an open log fire. Nope, a good 100 smacks, just to make sure that she fully understood the effectiveness of said paddle.

A broad smile appeared on his face as he applied the final touches to his demonstration. Her thin panties were now nothing more than a wisp of material bunched firmly at the top of her bottom. Her bottom was virtually bare, so she was getting the full effect as to what a spanking paddle felt like.

Jessica didn’t particularly like it too much, especially as she had never been spanked before. Her virgin spanking was a beauty. Jessica received a couple of dozen swats over her shorts, followed by a sound panty spanking that ended up being a bare-bottom spanking.

It came as a great relief to Jessica when that nasty little wooden devil stopped landing on her tender cheeks, yet the store owner acted as if it were an everyday occurrence that a young woman would come to his store for a good spanking. He even took the liberty of rubbing his hand all over her red bottom, and he even slapped his hand down on her burning cheeks a dozen times after he stopped rubbing them.

The gruff man finally released her after delivering two more firm swats, and then he said, “Okay, let’s talk about your brand-new spanking paddle, shall we?”

Jessica didn’t want to talk about the spanking paddle at all at the moment. She instinctively jumped up, reached behind her, and then, in the time-honored tradition, she began to furiously rub the seat of her well-spanked bottom, just like every well-spanked naughty girl before her had done.

Even fixing her panties seemed to be a mistake as the elastic seemed to drag over her burning flesh, and once they were in place, the thin nylon seemed to be acting as a thermal heat conductor, trapping the flaming flesh so that it continued to burn.

As she reached for her fallen shorts, she began to pull them up as she replied, “I don’t even know what to say.” A large wince on her face appeared as the shorts brushed up over her red bottom.

The smug-looking older man seemed particularly happy with his recently finished sales pitch. “My family has been making spanking paddles for decades, my dear, so we know exactly what people are looking for. You want something that can be fun but can also be used for discipline when it is needed. I think that the paddle I just spanked you with satisfies both of those categories, wouldn’t you agree?”

These weren’t exactly the words that Jessica wanted to hear. If he already knew the type of paddle that she was looking for, he could have just told her. He didn’t need to actually spank her if he knew the answer anyway. Her upbringing told her to be polite, though, even if she felt like dropping an f-bomb or two.

“I suppose it’s fine, but you didn’t have to actually spank me; I would have taken your word for it.”

Jessica’s reply was rather meek. She wanted to be polite, but she also wanted to share, at least, a little defiance in her response. Not that it mattered to the store owner regardless. The cocky man was very arrogant with his reply.

“Nonsense!” he smiled. “I wouldn’t be a salesman worth my weight if I didn’t give you a practical demonstration. Now you know exactly what you are buying.” He paused for a second. “Unless you wanted to try a different model to compare it to?”

“Hell fuck no” were the words swimming in her mind, but her spoken response came quickly and firmly. “No, this one is fine.”

“Very well, one traditional spanking paddle it is. Let me get a brand-new one from the back room and wrap it up for you.”

Jessica followed the store owner towards the counter, her right hand still planted firmly behind her, still rubbing the tender flesh beneath her shorts and panties. Her eyes followed him into the back room, daggers being shot into his back by the dozen.

When the store owner returned, he was carrying a neatly packaged paddle fresh out of the box. As he rang up the transaction, he went into his well-practiced professional pitch.

“As a local store, we don’t really offer a guarantee; however, if the paddle should break at any point and we determine that it was from the craftsmanship, then just come on back, and we can work something out.”

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