Due to a hectic real-life schedule, and a minor throat infection, there will be no story this week or next. I plan to upload my next story during Easter, two weeks from now, if time and health permit.
Norse Cavalier
Spanking stories written by the Norwegian fellow known as the Norse Cavalier
Saturday 16 March 2024
Brief hiatus
Sunday 10 March 2024
Paperwork (M/F story)
In the bedroom, however, her tastes were rather different. She liked to let her stress and responsibilities fade away, and find some strong, dominant man to whom she could really reveal her submissive side. While she greatly enjoyed these little sessions, which left her sore-bottomed, sobbing, and satisfied, she always made sure to keep the two parts of her life completely separate, and had never been tempted to mix business with pleasure.
That is, until she noticed Jacob.
Jacob Shepherd was one of her employees – a tall, handsome man with a charming smile and an athletic build, so it was not hard to notice him. However, it was his personality that made an impression on her. Jacob had a bit of a dominant streak, and he was the first to take charge if he noticed something that needed to be done. He often counselled interns and new employees, giving them guidance and advice, and when they erred, he was strict, but fair.
At one point, Jacob had taken one of the interns aside to scold her in private for some silly mistake she'd made. Carol had wandered past, and deciding to hide and listen, she'd heard the whole speech with a grin on her face, imagining herself as the subject of his displeasure. She pictured him frowning at her with those clear, blue eyes, his deep voice lecturing her about her misdeeds.
In her mind, he would undress her verbally – and then physically. With her skirt raised and her panties lowered, Carol would be taken over his knee, where he would show his displeasure with a firm spanking on her bare bottom. She would squirm and plead for mercy, but he would not relent, ignoring her pleas and protests as he blistered her bottom. Finally, once he was satisfied that she was truly sorry, he would end the spanking and let her stand up. However, he wouldn't let her rub her burning bottom – he'd slap her hands away and tell her to stand with her nose in the corner and think about what she'd done. Meekly, she'd obey, standing on display with her hands on her head. Then, he'd take her in his strong, safe arms, comfort her, caress her, and then place her down on her own desk and ravish her until sunrise.
Waking up from her daydream, Carol discovered she was dripping wet. Hurrying to the bathroom to find some much-needed privacy, her experienced fingers began to give her relief.
Sunday 3 March 2024
The college flatmates (M/F story)
"Lane's here," Jackie told her college flatmate when the doorbell rang. She kept absent-mindedly toying with a lock of her long, red hair. "We are going to hang out in my room and listen to music. Hope you don't mind?"
"Go ahead," Cassie said, sipping her cup of tea. "I have to work on an assignment anyway – we're handing it in tomorrow. Have fun." The skinny, dark-haired goth smiled as Jackie bounced off to greet her tall, handsome boyfriend. There was only the slightest blush in Jackie's cheeks that revealed she wasn't telling the truth, but Cassie was not fooled – and the lascivious way that Lane looked as his girlfriend as they disappeared into the sanctuary of her bedroom was another strong clue.
For the first month or so after moving in, Cassie had obviously assumed that the couple were having sex whenever Lane came over, and she didn't understand why they needed to come up with excuses and play excessively loud music to drown out any noise. They were all adults, the two were in love and dating each other – why did they have to pretend?
A few weeks, however, she'd found the missing piece of the puzzle. They weren't having sex – or at least, not JUST doing that. And now, she knew why they were so eager to drown out the noise.
As the sounds of Sabaton rang out in the quiet apartment, Cassie gave the amorous couple a few minutes to get sorted before sneaking up to the door. It wasn't necessary for her to tiptoe – she could have marched over there in army boots, and they wouldn't have heard a thing – but she did it anyway, because she felt it was appropriate.
Kneeling down, she placed her eye to the keyhole. Lane was sitting on Jackie's bed with something almost resembling a scowl on his face, lecturing his girlfriend, though through the door, Cassie obviously couldn't hear a word that was being said over the music. Jackie was standing in front of him, fidgeting slightly in a passable impression of a naughty girl pretending to be sorry for whatever she'd done.
After a few minutes, Lane reached forward, grabbing his girlfriend's hand. The young woman was dragged over her boyfriend's knee with only token efforts to resist. With her head and torso resting on the bed and her long legs touching the floor, Jackie's bottom was centred over her boyfriend's lap. With unconcealed joy, he lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing a pair of black satin panties, and began to caress her bottom. Then, he lifted his hand high in the air.
Sunday 25 February 2024
The cellphone picture (M/F story)
Stephen sighed as he thumbed through the stack of reports, trying to find the one that was actually relevant. The blond barrel-chested man in his thirties was sitting in a meeting room, preparing a presentation on a customer with Rachel, one of his coworkers, and there was a lot of old data to go through. It didn't seem to bother Rachel much, though – she had a sunny disposition.
His phone, which was lying on the table, buzzed with an incoming message. After a few seconds, Rachel looked over at him. The tall, well-dressed woman with the long, curly red hair raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you going to see what it was?"
"It can wait. I'm trying to find the right file," he said absently, still working his way through the reports.
"It could be important," she suggested. "Or urgent!"
"If it was urgent or important, they would have called," he said drily.
"Come on, aren't you curious?" she ribbed. When he shook his head, she declared, "Well, I am!" And before he could react, she'd picked up the phone. "Oh, it's a picture! Someone sent you – " She went quiet, and for a few seconds, she stared wide-eyed at the screen. Blushing furiously, she placed the phone slowly down on the table, then walked out of the room, deliberately avoiding eye-contact. On her second try, she got the door open, and she almost managed to avoid walking into the doorframe on her way out. Her footsteps disappeared down the hall.
It was with a certain feeling of trepidation that Stephen picked up the phone.
The text had come from Molly. It was a picture of her bare bottom, coloured red and then beautifully decorated with cane lines that had just begun to bruise. It was accompanied by the words "Look what you did to my butt, you brute :-) Can I call you for another set once this one has faded?" A lovely text to receive from the petite imp, but not one he was eager for his female coworkers to see.
Sunday 18 February 2024
Spanked by her boss (M/F story)
He sighed; it never felt good to have to fire an employee, and the fact that Annabel was his wife's best friend did not make it easier. "You know why I've called you in here," he said.
She nodded, her face showing just how miserable and nervous she was.
"When you go out on the town with clients to celebrate a big contract, we would expect you to drink in moderation," he said drily. "Getting absolutely hammered? Dancing on the table? Being a little TOO honest with some of our favourite clients?" The dark-haired, athletic man looked at his notes. There was also a rumour that she'd taken her shirt off, but he decided not to ask. He didn't want to know, and he suspected that she wasn't too eager to talk about it either.
Annabel wet her lips, but it seemed she still found nothing to say. She was also still staring at the floor.
"I've got Johnny doing damage control. He MIGHT be able to salvage the deal, but it's going to take a lot, even for him." He paused. "You know what I have to do, don't you?"
Somehow, she managed to hang her head even lower. "I'm fired, aren't I?"
"Can you give me a good reason why I shouldn't?" he said calmly. It wasn't a rhetorical question; he really, REALLY wanted her to find some reason why she should keep her job. He'd tried, but had come up empty.
"I'm very sorry, Mister Leyton," she said, finally meeting his gaze. "I'll never do it again!"
"I didn't think you WOULD do it again – I still can't believe you did it at all," he said. "Not good enough, I'm afraid."
"Carol's not going to like it if I lose my job," she said, then paled and took a step back when she saw the expression on his face.
"How DARE you!" he snapped, feeling his calm demeanour slipping away. "How dare you bring her name into this!" With an effort, he managed to bring his emotions under control. "I'm well aware of your close friendship with my wife," he said as calmly as he could. "But it's not relevant to this situation, and it cannot affect our working relationship." He frowned as something suddenly occurred to him. "On the other hand, if you think I'm letting it affect my judgement negatively – that I'm treating you unduly harshly – I'm happy to send this matter to Jane, and let her make the final call."
Annabel shook her head. "I'm very sorry, sir. I shouldn't have brought it up." He nodded; he certainly agreed with that. "But isn't there anything I can do, sir?" she begged. "Isn't there any way to keep my job?"
He shrugged. "If there is, I can't find it."
For a few seconds, her gaze drifted, as if she was deep in thought. Seeming to make up her mind, she swallowed and looked at him. "You know, Carol has told me a lot about you and your private life."
He raised an eyebrow, wondering where this was going. She wasn't doing herself any favours by bringing up his wife again, and if she was trying to blackmail him or something like that, he would make sure she regretted it.
"She's talked about her… punishments," Annabel said, licking dry lips and squirming under his cold gaze.
"What did she say?" he said calmly.
Sunday 11 February 2024
Blistered bookworm (M/f story)
"So I see," Mr Becker commented drily. "And just two weeks late this time – instead of your usual month."
Jessica blushed. The eager bookworm was a bit absent-minded, and she had a tendency to forget about return dates. Mr Becker had scolded the petite brunette for it more than once. "I'm sorry. I thought I'd remember this time, but I guess I didn't," she said with a wince. "Same fine as usual?"
"That's correct, but I'm afraid that's not all." The tall, dark-haired man in his early thirties steepled his fingers, looking severely at the teenaged miscreant. "I'm afraid you've been late too many times, Jessica. You've proven yourself unreliable. Per school rules, you are banned from bringing any books home."
"I'm sorry?" Jessica said, blinking in confusion. He couldn't have said what she thought she'd heard, could he?
"I'm sorry too, Jessica," he said, his expression not changing. "But those are the rules, and I see no reason to make an exception in this case."
"I'm banned from the library!?" Jessica stared at him in horror, trying to process this terrible development. "Please, Mr Becker. You can't do this!" she pleaded pitifully.
"You're not banned from the library" he told her, trying to calm her down. "You can still come here and read – you just can't take any of the books home with you."
"Please, sir," Jessica pleaded. Tears were running down her face, but she didn't care. "Please. I need this library. I promise I'll do better. I'll return the books on time from now on! I'll pay DOUBLE the fine. I'll do anything – just don't ban me!"
Sunday 4 February 2024
Internet anger (M/F story)
Jeff arrived home from the office to find his girlfriend in her pyjamas at her desk, typing furiously on her computer. "Hi, honey. How was your hike?"
Mary started, as if she'd been too preoccupied with whatever she was doing to notice him enter. "Oh. Hi, Jeff. I haven't gone yet. I was just... I'll go later."
He stepped over to her, kissing her forehead, which made her grin and blush. Jeff was a foot taller than her, thin and lanky, and the short, curvy redhead liked it when he babied her. Standing close to her, Jeff could confirm that she also hadn't showered today. "I thought your plan was to go for a walk early today, and then make dinner?"
"It was," she nodded. "I just decided to browse Reddit before I left, and ..." She waved her hand vaguely at the screen.
He looked over the shoulder. "You've spent the entire day arguing with people online?"
"Did you SEE what this guy wrote about The Last Jedi?" She grumbled. "I wasn't going to let him get away with that."
"And how many hours have you spent trying to correct him? You had plans today – did you really think that getting angry at people online was a better use of your time? " His disappointment was clear in his voice. "And it looks like we're going to have to have another discussion about which words are acceptable and which are not. I'm not happy about this vocabulary," he said, with a raised eyebrow.
Mary fidgeted in her chair. "I couldn't let him say those things unopposed!" she snapped.
"Well, I think it's about time you logged off," he said, closing her laptop. She pouted, but didn't protest. He then surprised her by taking her hand and gently pulling her to her feet, before guiding her toward the couch.
As she was being led, Mary wondered just what her boyfriend was doing. A sudden suspicion made her bottom tingle unpleasantly, and she stopped, a cold shiver running down her back. "Jeff, what are you doing?"
"We are going to have a little discussion about how you've chosen to spend your day," he said.
Ah. That didn't sound good. "Am I going to like this discussion?"
"No, you are not," he told her gently.
"When... when you say 'discussion', do you mean you're going to take me across your knee and spank my bottom?" she said in a tiny, fearful voice.
"That's correct," he said, his voice still gentle as he sat down on the couch. "I think that's the best way to handle this. Don't you?"
Sunday 28 January 2024
Linda plants evidence (M/F story)
Linda smiled mischevously while sneaking through the changing room at the school's gymnasium. She quickly went through some of the jackets hanging there, and in Sophie's pocket, she found a pair of airpods. She glanced around to confirm that she was alone, and then placed them in Anna's bag. She then hurried out of the changing room before anyone noticed she had gone in there.
Lately, there had been a lot of arguing in the girls' changing room – insults thrown back and forth, a bit of scuffling, and some claimed that things had been stolen. Coach Henry, a tall, athletic man, had finally had enough of the 18- and 19-year-olds who couldn't act more maturely, so he'd finally announced that if they were going to act like children, he'd treat them accordingly, and that he'd take them over his knee and spank them if they didn't stop. The girls had giggled and treated it as a joke, so it came as a shock to them when he bought a small wooden paddle and hung it up in his office. This had led to a remarkable improvement in changing room behaviour; no one wanted to be the first girl to be spanked by the coach.
Linda really wanted to see one of the other girls get spanked – sobbing and squirming over the coach's lap while he thrashed them long and hard with his paddle – but chiefly she wanted to see it happen to Anna. Anna was a petite brunette with doe eyes and a cute bubble butt. Some weeks ago, Anna had sent some pictures of herself in her workout outfit to Linda's boyfriend. The tight, white shorts disappearing into her crack had been a particularly attractive sight, so Linda thought that a fitting punishment for this shameless flirting was that the same shorts were spanked by the coach – or that they were taken down, and the cheeky girl was spanked on the bare! That would be even better.
When she returned to class, Linda did her best to appear nonchalant, and not show that she was waiting for something. Luckily, no one had noticed that she'd been gone. The minutes slowly ticked away as she ran around in the gymnasium, but finally, class was over, and they returned to the changing rooms. Linda delibaretly didn't look too closely at Sophie when she checked her jacket pockets, furrowed her brows, and walked back out again.
After a few minutes, Henry entered. "Someone has just told me that a pair of earplugs were stolen here today. Does the guilty party wish to step forward, so we don't have to waste any more time on this?" The girls looked at each other, but no one said anything. After a few seconds, the coach sighed loudly. "Fine, then I'll have to search you. Backpacks first, then you'lll have to empty your pockets."
The search only lasted a few minutes. When he pulled the airpods out of Anna's backpack, she stared at them, her face pale. "Those – those aren't mine!"
"Yes, I know," Henry replied drily. "They belong to the girl you stole them from. I expected better of you, Anna."
Sunday 21 January 2024
Linda peeks (M/F story)
Another story written for a certain naughty young lady I know.
"Come and look at this, Eileen," Linda said as she waved her friend over. The brunette Eileen looked at the dress that her blonde friend was holding. "Isn't this perfect for the party next weekend?"
Eileen shrugged. "It's very nice, but we've spent a lot of money already."
"You can afford it, can't you? Haven't you worked a lot of overtime lately? You have to spend that money, you know."
"Well… when you put it that way… it IS a really cute dress."
About two hours later, the two 19-year-olds came back to Eileen's apartment. "George, can you help us with these bags? There's quite a lot to carry," Eileen said to her boyfriend.
George raised an eyebrow as he looked at the pile of clothes. "Haven't we agreed that you should be spending less money on clothes?" he said with a sharp edge to his voice.
Eileen shrugged. "I've worked a lot of overtime lately…"
"…Because we were going on vacation next year, so we agreed it would be a good idea to start saving up," he continued. "Have you changed your mind? You should have told me."
She shook her head. "No, the Canary Islands sound really lovely, so we're definitely going."
"And how does that fit with going out and buying clothes – especially when your wardrobe is already full?" George folded his arms in front of his muscular chest, and furrowed his brow.
Linda grinned as she watched them. It was slightly funny to see her friend get scolded by her boyfriend – especially since it was partly Linda's fault.
Eileen placed her hands on her hips and scowled at George. "It's my money, and I do what I want with it."
"Do you want me to pay for the whole trip?" George asked sharply. Eileen shrugged, as if it didn't matter to her. George turned to Linda. "Linda, I think it's best that you go home. Eileen and I will be having a private conversation."
Linda turned to leave, but Eileen placed a hand on her shoulder. "You don't have to go if you don't want to. There's not going to be any such conversation."
"Yes, there is," George said in a very strict voice, and Linda shivered. She thought it was best to disappear.
She'd gone a few hundred meters down the road when she suddenly remembered that she'd left her shopping bags behind. She turned and went back, but before she could ring the doorbell, she heard voices from inside.
"George, you cannot do this! Let go of me!"
"No chance, Eileen. You've behaved like a brat, and you're getting a spanking."
Linda's heart was beating so loudly in her chest that for a moment she feared that they would hear her. Was Eileen really getting a spanking? From nice, sweet George? It sounded unbelievable – and also terribly delicious to think about. She thought about opening the door and telling them she was there to pick up the bags; maybe he'd let her watch while he spanked Eileen! But she doubted it. He'd probably wait until she left again. But maybe he'd forgotten to close the curtains…
Sunday 14 January 2024
Linda goes jogging (M/F story)
Written for a spankee of my acquaintance.
Linda smiled as she jogged down the track. It was a lovely spring day, the sun was shining, and the 19-year-old felt that this was the day she was going to beat her personal record. Another kilometer or two, and she'd stop – and the young blonde had moved faster than ever before.
As she continued to jog, she pulled out her phone to change the song. She'd heard this one far too often lately, so she quickly scrolled down to find something she hadn't heard in a while. Something by Pitbull, maybe? Unfortunately, she didn't look where she was going, so she suddenly crashed into something and fell back, her bottom slamming down on the hard track.
She sat there, rubbing her sore posterior, and glanced up at a tall, athletic man in his twenties who was looking sympathically at her. Just like Linda, he was dressed in running clothes. He'd stopped at the side of the track to drink water, and she had apparently jogged straight into him. "Are you OK?" he asked her kindly, and held out his hand to help her up.
Linda slapped his hand away, and stood up without his help. "I almost broke my record, and now I can't. It's your fault – you should apologize!" she said sulkingly.
The man raised an eyebrow. "So you run into me because you're staring at your phone, and you expect an apology from ME?"
Linda scowled at him. "You were in my way! If you're not running, you can get out of the way for the rest of us."
"I was on the side of the track, young lady," he pointed out, with a hint of irritation in his voice. It was clear he was not impressed by her tone. "And it was you who ran into me. It's clearly YOU who should apologize."
Linda stood with her hands on her hips and stared at the man. How did he dare to talk to her that way? "It's YOUR fault that I fell and hurt my butt, and don't pretend otherwise," she said, shoving him in the chest.
The man glared back, his gaze stern, and Linda took an involuntary step back. "I did not come here to argue with insolent girls, but if you don't watch your mouth, lttle miss, your butt will hurt a lot more – because I will take you across my knee and spank you."
Sunday 7 January 2024
Country boy 2: The Woodshed (m/F story)
A sequel to Country boy.
It was now about a month since a boy in his late teens had taken my 32-year-old bottom over his knee, bared it, and spanked it soundly. I had been driving on a backwater road, with no food or water with me, and no map. When my phone's battery died, I lost the GPS that I'd relied on, and had no way to call for help. To make matters worse, I then got a flat tire. Crying my frustration to the heavens, I had proclaimed that I deserved a good, hard spanking – and Ken, who had been walking nearby, overheard. He fixed my tire, pointed me in the right direction, and spanked my backside, and I was grateful for all three actions.
And now, I was heading to his house, hoping that he'd spank me again.
Regular spankings had not been a part of my life since my boyfriend broke up with me half a year ago, and I missed it. I had long ago discovered that I was a woman who needed to sit gingerly from time to time, and I should never go too long without a burning backside. Being unspanked for long stretches of time just led to me acting foolishly. Therefore, I decided to look up Ken's address and visit the only person who had given my butt what it needed since my boyfriend left. Though he was inexperienced, he was also a quick learner, and an absolute natural at delivering spankings. I could have phoned ahead and told Ken I was coming, but I decided it would be much more fun if I didn't.
It was about six in the afternoon when I spotted the lonely house. As I drove closer, I spotted a tall, strong woman in her forties who was sitting on the porch. I realized it was Ken's mother, as she had the same blue eyes – and the fact that they lived in the same house was another obvious hint. As I introduced myself, I spotted Ken exiting the house behind her. His eyes widened when he saw me.
"Hello, I'm Christine," I told the woman as I shook her hand. "A month or so ago, I had a flat tire near here, and Ken was kind enough to give me a hand when and where I needed it the most." Standing next to his mother, he raised an eyebrow at my little joke, but made no comment. "I was driving through the area now, and realized that I hadn't thanked him properly, so I thought I'd take the opportunity to do it now."
Ken's mother, whose name turned out to be Margaret, smiled at me with a typical mother's pride at hearing her beloved son praised. We chatted for a while, and Margaret asked me to join them for some coffee. As she went inside to prepare a pot, I was left alone with Ken. I grinned at him, but he glared back.
"You should have told me you were coming," he scolded.
"I know," I said in an impish tone of voice, sticking my tongue out at him. "What are you going to do about it?"
Brief hiatus
Due to a hectic real-life schedule, and a minor throat infection, there will be no story this week or next. I plan to upload my next story d...
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The first thing I did when I came home from the office was to change out of my pencil skirt and professional top, straight into sweatpants a...
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In the passenger seat next to me, my mobile phone made some final sad, tired noises before shutting itself off, completely out of power. I s...