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The Secret, Part 4 (A spanking story – includes sex)

**Part 1-3 synopsis:**

*Well, if you’re reading this, then you probably know the back story. But if you’re just coming into it, my name is Jenny, and this series is a collection of stories about the strangest, and most wonderful year of my life: the year I turned 18.*

*When I was 15, my mom married my step-dad John. It took me a while to warm up to him, but we eventually became very close. As I finally blossomed into a woman, we became even closer. We started flirting, and cuddling on a regular basis, at least when no one was watching. It was all very confusing since John was only 15 years older than I was (my mom had me a young age), and he was really handsome! It all came to a head when I finally outdid myself, and took some mascara from Target without paying for it. My mom decided it was time to bring the belt back into my life.* Read more »

A Baker’s Dozen: Co-workers Learn the Joys of Erotic Spanking

F/f

Megan Van Stein was a stunning 21-year old community college student from Southern California. She started working at Bakers Dozen, a local bakery, and coffee shop by her school, to help pay her way through college.

Dressed in her turquoise apron, tied over a white t-shirt, and blue jeans, Megan looked like the perfect girl next door. She had light brown hair, green eyes, and a smile that was irresistibly infectious. Her small, hourglass, frame added perfectly to her innocent appearance. She was soon the favorite of many of the bakery’s regulars, especially its male patrons. Emily, the owner, noticed that once she hired Megan, sales increased by 30%.

Emily took notice of Megan as well. She was happily married, but she had always had a secret thing for girls, and kinky foreplay. Her favorite fantasy had always been giving a cute little thing like Megan a hard spanking for some made-up infraction. She would often imagine scenarios where she would take the young girl into her office, pull down her pants, and swat her backside with a hairbrush, or a paddle. She loved to imagine the way she might squirm, or moan as her bottom was spanked again, and again. Megan had such an exquisitely spankable butt, Emily often thought to herself. It was small, but round, and it filled out her jeans perfectly. Emily loved watching Megan walk, each cheek moving back and forth, taunting, and teasing her with every movement. Read more »

The Ultimatum, Part 1 (A spanking story)

F/m spanking

She had me. There was nothing I could do. I had only been renting the room from her for six months, and I had been late on rent 3x. I couldn’t afford to lose the place. She knew it. That’s why Kristen gave me the ultimatum. She pulled out a wooden paddle from her nightstand drawer, placed it on top, and looked at me sternly.

“I just finished a 12 hour day at work, and I have zero patience left for you. You can take a paddling, or you can pack up your shit, and find a new place. What’ll it be?”

I stood frozen for a second, and then blurted out the next thing that came to mind. “Where did you get that thing???” I said, my voice starting to quiver.

“I used to teach high school in Florida. Sometimes you have buy your own supplies. Don’t change the subject. Am I evicting you, or am I spanking you?”

I could not believe this was happening. I should have known though. Neighbors told me that she was a little nuts, and my room price was suspiciously cheap.

“What…will it be!” she shouted impatiently. Read more »

Employee Discipline (A F/m spanking story)

“Good afternoon, Cameron. Shut the door please.” Her words were chilling. I reluctantly obeyed, knowing that the phrase “shut the door please” was generally not followed by words of praise, or congratulation.

“Have a seat. I need to talk to you about something,” she said matter of factly.

I swallowed hard, and took a slow, deep breath. I didn’t want her to see how small I felt when she called me into her office like this. I sat down, crossed my right leg over my left, trying to take a confident posture. I placed one hand on each leg, and looked at her directly.

“Sure…what’s up Candace?” My voice betrayed me. It was shaky, and timid.

“Cameron, how long have you worked here?”

Immediately, I knew where the conversation was headed. My sales numbers were down, and I had been late a couple times the previous week. “Three months,” I replied.

“And how many chances have I given you to improve your performance?” her words hung ominously in the air. My mouth went dry.

She stared directly at me, callously refusing to break eye contact. Read more »

The Secret: M/f, spanking, sex,

It was the most humiliating moment of my life, standing there in the kitchen, having to decide between the belt, and the law, but I had little choice. My mom, and step-dad had caught me shoplifting, and since I was 18, I could go to jail. There was only one way to avoid getting the police involved. I had to take the belt whipping of my life, as my mom phrased it.

Thankfully, she gave me the option of getting it from her, or from John. I chose John. Having to bend over, and present my butt to my own mother was beyond what I could take. I would rather get arrested. But John was a man, and not even my real father. He was only 15 years my senior. And as uncomfortable as it made me to admit to myself, I had developed a little crush on him. We were as close as a daddy, and daughter could be, although we were more like friends.

My punishment was to take place the night after the incident, while my mom was out shopping for things to make dinner with. They informed me that it would be severe, and that I was to hold still throughout unless I wanted to get it again the next night. But I had a strategy… Read more »

A Good Husband

M/F spanking

Wife spanking. As taboo as it seems now, it was once a common practice in American households, right up through the 1950s. Barbaric? Maybe by today’s standards, but it never occurred to us to think of it that way. I was only 20 when I married Richard. I grew up without a father, and I was rarely disciplined by my mother. I turned out ok, but I had some terrible habits. One of those was drinking, and then driving. One time I got into an accident. For weeks after, my guilt turned me into a shadow of my former self – emotionally unavailable, and lifeless.

There was no punishment initially. Richard came home one evening, and said he had had a talk with our pastor, Reverend Maxwell. He told me to go upstairs, and wait for him. I asked him why.

“Do you trust me, and submit to my authority as your husband?” he asked.

“Of course, I do,” I replied without hesitation.

“Then go upstairs Christina. I don’t owe you an explanation.” Read more »