Sunday 26 May 2024

Linda shows off (M/F story)

Linda looked around the gym with a grin on her face. The gym had some new members, and there were now some very cute boys there that were older than her. Tall, dark, handsome boys.

She was wearing tight tracksuit bottoms that effectively highlighted her lovely rear end, and a shirt with deep cleavage – even if she didn't have much to show off in the latter department. She decided that today, she would give the new members something interesting to watch. She liked it when men watched her in the gym.

A couple of the most attractive boys were sitting on the rowing machine, so Linda selected the pulldown machine standing in front of them. She knew this showed off her butt excellently, especially if she actively pushed her bottom out. She started exercising while humming quietly to herself. After five minutes, she let her glance glide over the room, and noted that the two boys sitting behind her were trying to hide that they were staring. She stared straight ahead and grinned to herself – it was working.

Fortunately for her, there was a stair-climber next to the pulldown machine, and when Linda tired of cycling, she moved on. She started walking, and she felt her tracksuit bottoms tighten over her cute backside in a way that had to be quite interesting to watch. She pushed her bottom out unnecessarily far as she walked, but not so much that it would be obvious that she was doing it on purpose. She had to maintain her deniability, after all. The next time she looked around the room, the two boys had stopped rowing, but they were still sitting on the machines, and their shorts were not quite loose enough to hide a growing bulge at the front.

Linda decided to move on to some other exercises. She walked to another part of the room, where she would do some squats. She stood with her back to the weight-lifting area, which was empty – but not for long. As soon as she started to squat, the two boys decided it was time to start lifting weights. She gave a low moan as she bent down, and grinned as she heard a similar groan from behind.

Suddenly, she heard a voice she had not expected. "Linda! What are you doing?"

She looked up and saw David walking towards her. Her boyfriend, who was usually so sweet and nice, had an angry look on his face. "Hi, David. I didn't think you'd be here today? Lovely that you came anyway," she said, looking innocently up at him.

"Don't even try," he said as he approached her. "What do you think you're doing? I'd heard the rumours, of course, but I didn't think they could be true."

"What do you mean? I'm just exercising," she responded, still trying to look innocent.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "You're standing there showing off. You're putting up a show for these boys – how do you think that makes me feel?"

Ah. That was a little too close to the truth for her comfort. "How can you say that? How can you accuse me of something like that?" She pouted and tried to look insulted. "You wound me."

But for once, her puppy dog eyes weren't working, and he was still angry. "I've had enough, Linda. I'm tired of you flirting with others and trying to make me feel stupid when I call it out. You've gone too far! You're completely without shame. I'm going to spank your bottom for this!"

When he said this, Linda blushed scarlet and hid her face behind her hands. Loud chuckling could be heard from the onlookers, and Linda felt so embarrassed that she almost fainted. Not only was David – sweet, kind David – saying that he was going to spank her, but he said it in the gym while everyone was listening. Now everyone knew what he was planning to do when they came home! She wanted to sink through the floor. She couldn't imagine anything more embarrassing than this.

Suddenly, he grabbed her ear. Linda yelped as he started to drag her over to a bench. What was happening? He sat down, and she was suddenly dragged over his lap, with her face toward the floor and her butt in the air. For a moment, Linda was completely disoriented and had no idea what was going on, but when she felt a gentle, anticipatory slap on the tight seat of her tracksuit bottoms, her eyes widened.

David wasn't planning to take her home and spank her. He was going to spank her here and now.

Sunday 12 May 2024

Linda's cousins (M/F story)

Linda rolled her eyes as she entered the mall, followed closely by the giggling girls. Today, she had to join her two 18-year-old cousins on a shopping trip. The twins Vicky and Melissa were petite blondes with ponytails and blue doe eyes. They were usually kind and friendly, but incredibly annoying! They giggled and chatted constantly, and they could ask ten or fifteen questions in a few seconds without waiting for a response. In addition, they were unbelievably stupid. Linda did not cherish the thought of having to spend the whole day with them.

For several hours, Linda walked around the mall with the twins trailing behind her, with their bothersome giggling and whispering in her ears. They talked non-stop, and never about anything that was remotely interesting or worth listening to. She grew tired of hearing it, but she knew from experience that it wouldn't help to say anything to them. They would only snicker even louder and find something even stupider to talk about.

They had been to a makeup store and a couple of clothes shops, and were heading to a cosy little cafĂ©, where Linda could finally get a coffee, but the twins HAD to pop into an electronics store on the way. They entered the shop, and Linda's heart skipped a beat as she glanced at the sign hanging on the wall – "Shoplifters will be spanked." She knew it was the owner himself who'd hung it there. The rumours said that young women were in grave danger of a sound thrashing if they suffered from sticky fingers, but to her great disappointment, Linda had never seen anyone end up over his lap. She sighed – it would have been so lovely to see someone being spanked here!

She looked over at her two cousins, bending over to stare at an air fryer and trying to work out what it was, and she smiled as an evil thought struck her. Maybe this shopping trip would be more fun than she had expected…

Sunday 5 May 2024

The new butler (M/FF story)

Lady Lenora smiled at me at I sat down in her office. The slim, red-headed noblewoman was only in her mid-twenties, but she had a powerful, graceful dignity – the result of the centuries of noble blood that flowed in her veins, strengthened by her having to assume the title at such a young age. "So, Steven," she said, "You've applied to the position of butler?"

I nodded. "That's right, your Ladyship."

Sitting down behind her desk, she glanced at the papers I'd handed her as I arrived. "Your credentials are excellent. This employment history is very impressive., and I've heard good things about you." I thanked her for the compliment, and she asked some questions about my previous employers. I answered those that propriety allowed me to answer, and she seemed pleased with our discussion. I had a feeling I was likely to get the job – which was fortunate. Lady Lenora was known for paying well.

After a few minutes, she changed the subject. "Some of the maids in this manor can be quite mischievous at times, and I want to make sure that you are going to be able to handle them." I assured her that it would not be a problem, but she seemed unconvinced. "Let me ask you a direct question, then. Are you prepared to use corporal punishment?"

I raised an eyebrow at this unusual suggestion. "I suppose, but would it not be more appropriate for the housekeeper to handle such matters?"

She shook her head. "My housekeeper is very good at her job, but I can assure you that there are some young women in this house that need the firm, unyielding hand of a man. Which my housekeeper is not."

It seemed an odd proposal, but then again, her family had always been eccentric. Her grandfather, for example, had ordered the local priest to excommunicate an oak tree he particularly disliked. Many of her family members would probably have ended up in institutions if it hadn't been for their money and title. By comparison, Lady Lenora's request was quite harmless.

"Will I have some leeway in how harsh the punishments are, and what they are meted out for?"

She nodded. "I have no wish to make those decisions myself. I'll leave it in your hands, as long as you get results."

"Then yes, I am prepared to do that," I said.

"Excellent," she said with a warm smile. She then rose to her feet. "Now, could you please follow me?"

Sunday 21 April 2024

Mira's Maid (F/ff story)

All of the girls in my class wanted to be friends with Mira. She was popular, charismatic, a good student, and beautiful – not to mention that her parents were filthy rich. An 18-year-old couldn't dream of a better life than that.

Well, I tell a lie. Most of the girls wanted to BE Mira. But if you couldn't do that, being her friend was also good.

So when the bell rang at the end of the school day, and Mira asked me if I wanted to hang out that afternoon, I jumped at the opportunity.

We spent an hour or two at the mall, trying on skirts and sipping some eye-wateringly expensive lattes. For the sake of my pride, I'd made a token effort to pay for my coffee myself, but she insisted on treating me – which was fortunate, because I had very little money and really didn't want to waste it like this. I didn't even know they sold such expensive drinks in my little town, but I guess when your parents are loaded, you get used to treats like that.

Our shopping trip done, we headed back to her home to relax. As we entered the house, we were greeted by a very angry-looking maid. Yes, they have a maid. One who walks around all day in that silly black costume from old movies, and who cleans so they don't have to. Did I mention that her parents were rolling in it?

The maid, who was a tall, slim woman with short, red hair, folded her arms in front of her chest and glared at Mira. "And where have you been, young lady?"

I was slightly taken aback; I'd never had a maid before, but I didn't think they talked to their employers like that. Maybe it was because she was the daughter of the house and not the owner. Mira sighed, rolling her eyes. "I was at the mall, Abigail. Chill."

"Your parents gave you strict instructions to come straight home from school today. They wanted to talk to you before they left for their evening out, but they couldn't wait any longer." She raised an eyebrow in a way that reminded me of the expression my mother wore whenever I was in trouble. "They had also told you to clean your room yesterday, if I recall correctly."

Mira huffed. "I'm hanging out with Jenny right now. I'll do it later."

Abigail the Maid nodded. "Yes, you will. Your parents instructed me to make sure you cleaned your room today. They also asked me to deal with your disobedience so far." She sat down on a straight-backed armless wooden chair that stood nearby, patting her lap. "Come here, Mira."

I stared at the maid. She didn't mean what I thought she meant, right? I just had a dirty mind – there was no way in hell that my eighteen-year-old classmate was about to be spanked by her maid. I glanced over at Mira, about to share my amusing mistake with her, and I was shocked to see her fidget and nervously chew her finger, suddenly transformed into a naughty little girl. She'd come to the same conclusion I had, and from her reaction, it wasn't the first time it had happened.

"Come here, Mira," Abigail repeated, her voice several degrees colder as she patted her lap again. I guess Mira's words had accomplished something – the maid HAD chilled.

Sunday 14 April 2024

The maid and the miss (F/f story)

The lanky, dark-haired teenager Luna was heading downstairs to the kitchen, looking for a snack, when she heard her mother's maid complaining to her visiting friend. The door was slightly ajar, and she saw that the two women were sitting at the kitchen table, each with a cup of coffee in her hand.

"And have you seen the state of her room?" Christine was saying. The tall, fair-haired maid shook her head. "If any of my sisters had made a mess like that, I would put them over my knee and warm their bottoms."

Isabel raised an eyebrow as she looked at her friend. "Luna's eighteen, isn't she?"

Christine shrugged. "Yes, but so what? She's not too old for a spanking, if that's what you think. My sister Anna is 21 now, and she's still subject to our parents' discipline – and mine, whenever I'm back there and my parents are too busy to deal with her." Isabel gave her a questioning glance, but Christine waved it away. "I'm ten years older than her, so she's expected to obey me."

"I'm pretty sure Luna's mother would object to such a treatment," Isabel pointed out.

"Obviously," Christine conceded. "The girl has never been spanked in her life. That much is clear." She sniffed disapprovingly. "Pity, really. I really think she would benefit from it."
 
Luna stood outside the room, her heart beating so loudly she almost couldn't hear what the two women were saying. For a brief moment, Luna was worried that they could hear it – and wondered what they would do if they caught her listening at the door. She shivered at the thought.

As quietly as she could, she retreated to her room, sitting down on her bed to process what she'd just heard. So, her mother's maid actually wanted to spank her!

The maid was correct that Luna had never been spanked – and when Christine said that this was a pity, Luna actually agreed completely. She'd been fascinated by spanking for as long as she could remember, and had wondered what it would be like to be taken across someone's knee. There was something exciting about the painful, humiliating act that had dominated her dreams for some time.

And now, she knew that there was a person living in the same house as her that wanted to make that fantasy a reality. She was certain that the big, muscular, determined maid could give a proper spanking if she wanted. Luna began to ponder what she should do about this situation.

She glanced around. She had to admit, her room was quite messy, wasn't it?

Saturday 13 April 2024

Maid Month

Recently, I realized that the last two stories I've written for the blog (the one I uploaded last week, and the one I'll upload tomorrow) featured maids as main characters, and so did the one I had started drafting (which I plan to upload next week). This was not intentional - I have a large folder of story ideas, and picked prompts essentially at random.
 
I then discovered that April is International Spank your Maid Month, which is a fairly interesting coincidence. I've therefore decided that the last story of April will ALSO feature a maid. Though despite the theme of the month, not all of these feature maids being spanked - sometimes, they get to spank others.

Sunday 7 April 2024

The maid's magazine (M/F story)

 Alice had been employed as a maid for Mister Hollins for about seven months now, and greatly enjoyed her work. Mister Hollins' mansion was quite large, but her employer was the only occupant, and the quiet bachelor created very little work for her. She spent a few hours per day dusting and cleaning, which still left her with a lot of time for herself. The only thing she wondered at was her uniform; she didn't think a lot of women wore the classic maid's uniform these days – the black dress with the white apron – but she knew her employer was a bit of a traditionalist.

Mister Hollins was an athletic man in his late thirties, though his dark-blond hair had begun to turn grey at the temples, making him look slightly older. He was always impeccably dressed in a suit and tie, and treated his employees kindly, if formally. Alice had wondered where his money came from – was it all inheritance, or had he worked for it? He spent his days reading novels or going for long, slow walks on his rather large estate, but that didn't mean he'd always lived like that. She hadn't felt comfortable asking, though.

One day, she headed into town for a brief shopping trip. Stopping at a convenience store, she walked past the magazine aisle when something caught her eye. Among the adult magazines, she spotted one depicting a young woman in a maid's uniform bent over a well-dressed man's lap with her skirt raised and her panties lowered. Her bare bottom was bright red, but there was a blissful grin on her face. The title of the magazine was "Maid for Spanking". She stared at it, stunned and breathless, as her heart began beating rapidly. For some reason, Alice knew she had to have it. There was no resisting the sudden tingle between her legs.

The girl behind the counter gave her a strange, knowing smile as Alice placed it on the counter. Alice blushed, unable to meet her gaze – was the girl just amused that a young woman was purchasing something so naughty, or did she know who Alice was? Obviously, she wasn't wearing her uniform on a shopping trip, but there were a few people in town who knew about Mister Hollins' newest employee. Was this girl one of them? A maid purchasing a magazine about maids being spanked would certainly seem amusing. Was she making assumptions about what was going on at the mansion?

"Have fun," the girl called out as Alice fled the shop, blushing crimson and unable to utter a word in response. She hurried back to the house, eager to examine her new acquisition.

Monday 1 April 2024

Puddles (M/F story)

Featuring the same characters as The inappropriate costume. It also ended up featuring much of the same story beats, but I still think it's worth reading.

Many people would say that a 22-year-old woman was far too old to put on her favourite boots and go jumping in puddles. Zoe would poke her tongue at these people and call them names, and then keep jumping in puddles, because it made her happy.

Zoe had been at the store to buy sweets. Wearing a lovely yellow raincoat and her best boots, she'd spotted the giant puddles everywhere and wondered if there was a reason NOT to go splashing through them. Deciding, in the end, that there wasn't, she'd spent an enjoyable half-hour skipping from puddle to puddle. When she finally made it home, she was grinning happily, bouncing into the living room to tell her boyfriend all about it without even taking her muddy boots off.

Her boyfriend, who had spent the morning cleaning, was NOT grinning when he saw it.

"Zoe," Thomas said, clearly making an effort to keep his voice calm, "Is there a reason why you still have your shoes on?"

"You should have seen the puddles!" Zoe exclaimed, too excited to notice her boyfriend's expression, or the previously-clean carpets. "They were really big!"

"Zoe, please look around you. You've dragged mud all over the house." The tall, dark-haired man loomed at least a foot over his petite ginger girlfriend, and there was a look on his face and a tone to his voice that a perceptive listener might have noticed and taken into consideration when planning her next move.

Zoe, however, was more known for her cheerfulness than her perceptiveness or common sense. "Oh? Well, whatever. Anyway, the store had gummy worms again! They ran out recently, but they're back!" She grinned.

"Zoe," Thomas said, his voice now strict enough that even Zoe picked up on it, "I've spent the entire day washing and vacuuming, and I don't appreciate that you immediately mess it up again."

She bit her lip, realizing her mistake. Knowing that the best thing to do right now would be to apologize for her mistake and promise to clean it up, Zoe decided not to do that. "You're a sourpuss and a meanie, and I'm not sharing my gummy worms with you," she said, folding her arms in front of her chest.

The pout on her face was replaced with a wince as Thomas grabbed her earlobe. As she was dragged by the ear toward the straight-backed wooden chair that her boyfriend liked to keep in the living room 'just in case', she had a horrible feeling that she knew what he was about to do – and her fears were confirmed as he sat down, tipping her over his lap.

Saturday 16 March 2024

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 during Easter, two weeks from now, if time and health permit.

Sunday 10 March 2024

Paperwork (M/F story)

Carol Rollins was a petite blonde with an attractive face, and was skilled at getting people to underestimate her. Her meteoric rise to CEO of the company had come as a shock to many, and she surprised them even more when she showed them how well she handled it. In the office, she always listened to advice, and delegated responsibility to those that showed promise, but it was never left in doubt that she was in charge.

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.

Linda shows off (M/F story)

Linda looked around the gym with a grin on her face. The gym had some new members, and there were now some very cute boys there that were ol...