Zoe goes to sleep (M/F story)

Part of the Zoe & Thomas series.

"Thomas? Thomas? Wake up!"

Thomas sat up in bed, trying to clear the fog of sleep from his head. His girlfriend Zoe was shaking his shoulder, staring at him. "What? What is it?" he asked, yawning. "What's wrong?"

"You know the movie we watched last week – the one with the brain surgeon martial artist who does rocket science?"

"…Buckaroo Banzai?" he hazarded. He had a strange feeling that this was not, in fact, an emergency.

"Yeah, I think that's it. Is the cowboy the bad guy from the movie with the swords?"

"Hm?" He tried to follow her train of thought. "…Highlander? Yeah, that's Clancy Brown in both of those roles," Thomas replied, mentally congratulating himself for figuring out what in the world she was talking about.

"OK, great! Thanks!" She smiled.

He looked at her, eyebrows raised. "And you absolutely had to know the answer to that question at…" He glanced at the alarm clock. "One in the morning?"

"I was lying awake, and it was really bugging me!"

"And you didn't think of looking it up on your phone?"

She pouted. "You've told me you don't like it when I use my phone in bed!"

For a few seconds, Thomas wondered whether he should explain to her that he liked being woken up in the middle of the night for a stupid trivia question even less, but he concluded that this was a conversation that could wait until morning. "Well, good night, then." He gave her a gentle kiss and laid his head down on the pillow.

He eventually drifted off, but he found himself being shaken awake again. "Thomas? Thomas!"

"What is it now?" he said, glancing at the clock before looking at her. Two AM. It was certainly possible that THIS time, it was something actually important, but somehow, he doubted it.

"Would you still love me if I was a slug?"

Thomas struggled to remain calm. "Zoe, it's the middle of the night and I have work tomorrow."

She glared at him. "That's not an answer!"

He sighed. "Yes, I would."

"Even if I was all slimy and stuff?"

"Yes, even then. I love you with all my heart." Though admittedly, right at this moment, it wasn't easy to remember why. He leaned in and kissed her again. "And now, we're both going to go to sleep, and you're not going to wake me up for any more silly questions. Because if you do, I'm going to put you over my knee and blister your bottom." To emphasize his words, he flipped her over and delivered two hard swats to each of her panty-clad cheeks. She squealed, rubbing her rear with an offended air as she glared at him, but he'd already rolled over and closed his eyes.

The highwaywoman 2 (M/F story)

I had been riding through the countryside for almost a week when I happened upon a small, cozy-looking inn, and I decided to get a small private room. I am almost certain that the innkeeper overcharged me, but I could afford it, and I was grateful for the opportunity to spend the night under a roof.

After bringing my packs up to the room, and discarding my sword and armour, I went to the common room for some food and a few cups of ale. At one of the tables, a tall, red-haired woman was sipping a glass of wine. When she spotted me, her eyes widened and she let out a small gasp. She then immediately turned her eyes away, pretending she hadn't looked at me, and her face was pale.

From her reaction, she knew who I was, but it was clear she did not wish to speak to me. I decided to eat my dinner and pretend to ignore her in return, while I occasionally glanced subtly at her to figure out how she knew me and whether I had offended her in some way. Her dress looked far too expensive for a peasant, but not expensive enough for a noblewoman, nor would I expect one of the nobles to slum in this inn with us commoners. Was she a merchant, maybe, or a merchant's wife? I searched my memory, but I could not remember seeing her before. Maybe I would recognize her if I heard her voice, but I could not think of a way to achieve that without approaching her, and I did not want to be rude.

Having eaten, I ordered another ale and rested a bit before the fire before heading to my room. The woman was still at her table, and while she did not lift her head as I left the room, I could almost feel her eyes on me.

I had been reading for a bit by candlelight and was pondering whether I should go to bed early or take a small walk, when the door suddenly opened. A tall, red-headed woman wearing a long-coat and breeches, with a cloth covering the lower half of her face, entered the room. My eyes widened as I recognized the highwaywoman who had tried to rob me a month before.

"It's you. It's really you," she whispered, staring at me as if expecting me to disappear in a puff of smoke. "I've found you at last." She took a step forward, closing the door behind her.

I swore under my breath; my packs were at the other end of the room, so once again, the woman was standing between me and my sword. At least I was wearing clothes this time, but I still didn't have my armour. Rising to my feet, I slipped my hand subtly into my pocket and found a pen knife. Not much against an armed opponent, but if I charged and caught her by surprise…

" You have no idea how hard I've tried to find you," she said, still in that quiet whisper, as she walked towards me. "I cannot stop thinking about what you did to me."

I tensed my muscles, ready to leap at her, when I suddenly realized that her scabbard was empty, and so were her hands. I frowned. What sort of highwaywoman leaves her sword behind while seeking her vengeance on a man she hates? We already knew she couldn't take me in unarmed combat.

I stood unmoving, muscles still tense, as she slowly approached me. "No one has ever taken charge of me like that. The way you disarmed me, then dragged me over your lap…" She blushed. "Lying over your naked thighs, feeling your… manhood… poking me in the stomach…"

I said nothing, but my hand was still closed around the pen knife, just in case this was some bizarre bluff to get me to lower my guard.

"I cannot decide whether I want you to take me over your knee or to your bed," she whispered. "Do as you prefer, Sir Knight." She briefly met my eyes, before glancing shyly at the floor. "Please?"

The highwaywoman (M/F story)

It was a warm spring day, and I was travelling through a forest on my way to visit a merchant I'd traded with some times before. I kept my sword at my side in case I ran into animals or bandits, but I'd heard no stories of wolf attacks or holdups in these parts for many years, so I was quite relaxed, not scanning every shadow.

About midday, I reached a quiet forest lake. I was growing quite hot in my armour, so I decided to strip off and dive in. I swam around for a bit, enjoying the feeling of the cool water against my skin and the warmth of the sun on my back, when I suddenly heard trilling laughter. "What's this? A knight caught off guard?"

I spun around and saw a tall woman in a long-coat and breeches, with a hat on her head and a cloth covering the lower half of her face. She was standing near the shore, close to the spot where I'd left my packs and clothes. In her hand was a longsword, and she held it like someone who knew how to use it. From her dress and manner, I suspected she was a highwaywoman.

"What do you want?" I said, swimming closer to her until I could stand on the lake bottom. I could have explained that I was no knight, merely an officer of the guards, but this seemed a poor moment for idle chatter.

"Those bags look heavy. I suspect that there are more than a few coins there, and I have decided to lighten your load – out of the goodness of my heart, of course. If you try to stop me, I will cut you down." There was a sparkle in her eye that suggested she was grinning, but the cloth made it hard to be sure. "And you presently appear to be ill-clad for combat."

I cursed; she was right to conclude that I had no desire to enter combat against an armed opponent while I was naked, but I also couldn't let her rob me. Since combat appeared to be inadvisable, I decided to try diplomacy. "Can't we talk about this?" I said, walking towards her with my arms raised. "I'm sure there is some way to –"

The highwaywoman had begun to search my packs, but she turned her head when I spoke. Suddenly, her eyes widened. "S-stop," she said, her voice strangely nervous. "D-don't come any closer!" She held her sword threateningly in my direction, but to my surprise, I could see her hand tremble.

Wondering what in the world was going on, I studied what little I could see of her face, and I had the impression that there was a blush in her cheeks – though it was hard to tell, particularly at this distance. I was standing roughly waist-high in the water, and I suddenly realized that it wasn't my face she was looking at. Her eyes were rather lower than that.

This seemed surreal. From her initial bravado, I had judged her to be an experienced highwaywoman, but it seemed the sight of a naked man made her squirm. Maybe she was less experienced in other areas than robbery.

My hands still raised, I walked rapidly towards her. As soon as my loins emerged from the water, the woman's eyes widened, and she turned her gaze away bashfully, clearly embarrassed.

By the time she finally remembered that it was unwise to take your eyes away from the person you are robbing while they are moving towards you, I had grabbed the wrist of her sword arm. She tried to struggle free, but I proved to be stronger and managed to disarm her. I threw the sword away, and she shrank before me. She was clearly a threat if she was armed and I was not, and it is possible she could have defeated me if we both had a sword, but with neither of us armed, there was no contest, and it was clear she knew it. I was naked, but while she was clothed, she was not wearing armour either.

She gave me a defiant glare. "I have no intention of ending up at the end of a rope, Sir Knight. You must kill me now, for you will never bring me in alive." She did her best to sound brave, but her eyes revealed how scared she was, and her voice was trembling even more than before.

"I do not kill unarmed women," I told her, "And I have no intention of dragging you through the forest until we find a town. Instead, I have another punishment in mind." Her eyes widened, and she probably wondered what I meant. Instead of telling her, I decided it was time to show her.

Still holding on to her wrist, I suddenly sat down on a fallen log and dragged her over my lap. She fell forward, landing on my naked thighs with a gasp. Before she could react, I had pulled her breeches and underwear down to her knees, landing the first of many smacks to her bare bottom.

Angie 3: The truth (M/F story)

Third and final part to the little series. Sorry it's a week late.

Three months had passed since Angie moved into my flat, which meant it was also two months since the day I took her over my knee and spanked her butt for her attitude and her refusal to clean up after herself. She was still living there, telling me that it was impossible to find an available flat within her price range, which I could easily believe.

Angie was the younger sister of my college buddy Dylan, and an attractive young lady. Earlier in the year, she'd spent a night in my guest bedroom so that she could attend an early college interview nearby, and she had ended up asking me for a spanking because she couldn't fall asleep. Surprised by the request, I had eventually agreed. A few months later, she'd moved in with me when she found mold in her new flat. Her deficiencies as a flatmate were soon apparent, and her brother suggested that I should deal with her immaturity the same way he had: a good, hard spanking with her shorts down every time she mouthed off or made a mess. In the end, I'd taken his advice.

Two months later, I could tell that the idea worked – partially. After a spanking, Angie would behave for several days, cleaning up after herself and dropping the eyerolls and sarcasm. However, after about a week, her attitude would return, and she would quickly earn herself another spanking on the seat of her panties. She'd stopped trying to argue when I told her that she needed an attitude adjustment, bending obediently over my knee without me having to drag her, but she still couldn't behave for more than about a week.

One morning, I found her sitting on the sofa in her pyjamas, watching TV. I frowned. "Angie, didn't I tell you to hang up the laundry before you went to bed last night? And you promised you'd do it?"

She bit her lip, glancing aside. "I forgot. I'll go do it once this show is over, I promise!"

I folded my arms in front of my chest. "I had to re-run the load. You'll hang it up when it's done, but before that, you're getting another reminder to keep your promises. It would be one thing if this happened once, but this is the third time in a row!"

She rose to her feet, staring at the floor, and I took her place on the couch. She stood before me, and my hands moved to the front of her pyjamas. I undid the knot, slowly pulling her pyjama bottoms down to her knees – before suddenly noticing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

"Go put on some panties, Angie," I commanded, averting my eyes. I'd spanked her in a thong several times, but I'd never taken her panties down. Partly to protect her modesty, and partly because her brother had asked me not to, and I saw no reason to refuse his request.

"Why?" she asked, a pout on her lips. I stared at her. "Why do I have to put panties on?"

"That’s… I can't… It's not –" I babbled. For once, I found myself speechless. I had not expected that question.

"Can't you spank me on the bare bottom for once?" She fidgeted with a strand of her hair.

I was once again forced to reevaluate some of the things I thought I knew. "Angie," I said slowly, staring at her. "Do you LIKE being spanked?"

Angie 2: Cleaning up (M/F story)

 "Angie," I said, doing my utmost to keep my voice calm. "Remember what I said about cleaning up after yourself in the kitchen?"

"I'll get to it later," she said dismissively.

Angie was the younger sister of my good friend Dylan. A few months before, she had spent a night in my guest bedroom so that she wouldn't have to get a hotel room for a college interview. Her interview had been successful, and she'd decided to find a small job here to give her some spending money during her studies.

One day, she called me and said that the flat that she'd found had mold and was unsafe, so she asked if she could stay with me for a bit until she found a new one. I'd agreed, since she'd been a perfect guest and I'd enjoyed our chats – not to mention that she was quite cute, with a beautiful rear end that was enhanced by the short shorts she chose during the day and the tight pyjamas she wore at night.

Unfortunately, she'd turned out to be far less considerate as a flatmate than as an overnight guest. She was messy, rarely cleaned up after herself, and played loud music, and when I tried to bring it up, she sassed me.

"That's what you said yesterday," I reminded her.

"And I'll get to it! Eventually," she told me, returning her gaze to her phone. It was like she was TRYING to annoy me!

Feeling my blood pressure rising, I decided to go for a walk to calm down. I had only gone a few minutes when my phone rang. "Hi, Wayne. How's it going?"

"Hello, Dylan," I replied, sighing. "No change, unfortunately. That sister of yours is a mess! I don't know how you lived with her for so long."

"Of course you do!" he chuckled. "If she made a mess or gave me attitude, I put her over my lap and tanned her little backside. We talked about this, remember?"

"Yes, well, I can't do that, can I?" I responded drily.

He was quiet for a few seconds. "Wayne, have you been dropped on your head recently? Of course you can! You DID, remember? Quite effectively, too, as far as I understand it, though I obviously wasn't there."

"Yes, I spanked her to help her sleep – because she asked me to," I replied. "I can't spank her just to get her to behave."

"Why not?" he asked. I tried to think of an answer. "Just tell her that she can either clean up after herself, take the spanking, or move out."

"You're a fount of wisdom, Dylan," I replied. "Talk to you later."

Deciding to act immediately, I turned and headed back. To tell the truth, the reason I'd been hesitant to punish Angie was that I'd enjoyed taking her over my lap a little too much. Her beautiful bottom had felt wonderfully soft, and I'd loved seeing it bounce under my palm as she squealed. Punishments should be about improving her behaviour, not for my enjoyment.

However, as I glanced at the mess that had been my kitchen, I decided that I would DEFINITELY enjoy this.

I walked up to Angie, grabbing the phone from her hand. "Hey!" she cried out indignantly, glaring up at me. "Give it back!"

"You'll get it back once the kitchen is spotless. And you're going to start cleaning right now," I said, using my sternest tone.

She rose to her full height, glaring at me. Since she was more than a foot shorter than me and about half the weight, it wasn't particularly intimidating. "Or what?" she spat.

"Or I'm going to take you over my knee and spank you," I replied calmly.

Angie 1: Falling asleep (M/F story)

"Hello, you must be Wayne," the short, young brunette standing on my doorstep said as she held out her hand. "I'm Angie." She was wearing cutoff jeans and an old t-shirt.

"Nice to meet you." I shook her hand and stepped aside to let her enter. "Need a hand with that backpack?"

"Nah, but thanks for the offer," she said. "I'm travelling lightly. I'm only spending one night here, remember?"

Angie was the younger sister of Dylan, a good friend I had met in college a few years before. A week ago, he'd called me and asked if his sister could borrow my guest bedroom for a night, which I of course agreed to. She had a college interview here tomorrow morning, but it was too early for the trains, she didn't have a licence, and she didn't want to spend money on a hotel room if she could avoid it. He'd told her that he had a reliable buddy with a clean guest bedroom, and she'd thought it was an excellent idea.

I showed her where she would be spending the night. Neither of us had eaten dinner, so I ordered a pizza, and we ate it on the couch, watching TV and chatting for a while. Angie looked nervous, but it seemed like that was worry about her interview and not something I'd done. Eventually, she bid me goodnight and went to bed. I didn't have to get up early, so I decided to watch a movie, though I obviously turned the sound down so that I wouldn't disturb her.

The movie was almost over when I suddenly heard a door creaking and noticed that she was peeking out at me. When she realized that I was looking back at her, she slammed the door shut. A few minutes passed, and I heard the door open again. This time, I kept my eyes on the screen. Soon the door creaked shut. This repeated itself a few times, before she finally opened the door and came towards me. "Wayne?"

I looked up. Her long hair, which had been tied up, now cascaded down her shoulders, and she was wearing a pair of pyjamas that hugged her curves very nicely. "What is it?" I asked, managing to look her in the eyes.

"I… I can't sleep," she told me. "Too worried about tomorrow."

"I'm sorry to hear that," I responded. "Anything I can do to help?" I considered offering to warm some milk or something, but I didn't want her to think I was treating her as a child – though admittedly, she was technically still a teenager.

She bit her lip, fidgeting. "You know I live with my brother, right?" I nodded; I'd been aware of that fact. "Did… did you know that he punishes me?"

"… The subject has never come up," I replied, wondering where this was going.

"He… whenever he's disappointed in me, he puts me over his knee and spanks me." Her face was now bright red and she glanced aside, no longer able to look me in the eye. My eyes widened; I had a hard time imagining this woman being disciplined like that, especially by the laid-back guy I went to college with. These things didn't happen, did they? I was also wondering why in the world she was telling me about it. Most girls would probably have died rather than tell some guy she'd just met that she was spanked like a child by her brother.

I said nothing, and eventually, she continued. "It's awful, it's humiliating, it's painful… but it's also… " She swallowed a lump in her throat. "It makes me feel safe. Particularly when he hugs me afterwards and tells me I'm forgiven. I also sleep like a rock afterwards. Being spanked makes you really, really tired." She stared at her feet. "A few times, when I can't fall asleep, I've even ASKED him to spank me. It's stupid, but it really works." She took a deep breath, and I could see her tremble slightly. "But… well… he's not here…"

The champion and the cleric 2: Diplomacy (M/F story)

Nathaniel tried his hardest to keep his face neutral and resist the urge to sigh. Being the prophesized Chosen One and champion of the Valley of Mirth had many advantages over his former life as a poor farmer, but there were downsides as well. Today, he was meeting with Bartholomew Blackstone, leader of the Merchant's Guild. They were hoping to forge an alliance against the Baron, but the man had a mercenary nature and an unpleasant disposition. Laenarisa was there to help, but unfortunately, she wasn't being particularly helpful today.

"I don't believe you realize that people are dying," she snapped at the smirking merchant.

Blackstone shrugged. "That is unfortunate, but it's their own fault for not securing supplies before launching their uprising. You cannot expect the members of my organization to make a hasty decision just because some peasants were impatient."

"Mister Blackheart, you cannot –"

His smile disappeared, and he scowled. "It's BlackSTONE, little cleric. Mister BlackSTONE. It's not the first time you've made that mistake, and I'm starting to suspect it is intentional. I suggest you watch your words more carefully, or this interview could have some unpleasant consequences."

Deciding that he needed to act before Laenarisa could dig the hole deeper, Nathaniel took a step forward. "We are very sorry for the mistake, Mister Blackstone. Believe me when I say that it was entirely unintentional, and we meant no disrespect, I assure you." He made a small bow, then placed his arm around Laenarisa's shoulders. "Now, I need to have a little discussion with my companion, so if you will excuse us for a few minutes? Thank you." He turned around, steering Laenarisa towards the stairs.

"Let go of me!" she hissed.

"We are going to find a quiet, isolated spot for a little talk," he told her, still holding her firmly and moving rapidly.

She tried to wriggle free, but it turned out that a farmer used to handling spades and axes was a little stronger than a cleric that rarely lifted anything heavier than a book or a quill. "I don't think this is –"

"I didn't ask you what you thought, I told you what was going to happen," he said quietly, his tone making it clear that his decision was final.

Soon, they were in a remote storeroom. He made sure the door was locked and that no one could interrupt them before he turned to her. "Are you proud of your behaviour so far?" he asked her sternly.

She folded her arms in front of her chest, huffing. "That man is a greedy, heartless exploiter!"

"Of course he is – he's the leader of the Merchant's Guild. It's not a position often filled by philanthropists. However, we could really use his help, so you are going to lose the attitude and start being nice to him."

"I don't have an attitude!" she snapped, glaring.

Nathaniel sighed. "Is that so? I shouldn't be surprised. Do you need a spanking right now, or can it wait until we get back to our room?"

She gaped. "A spanking? Here!? Now?" She glanced around at the stuffy storeroom. "You wouldn't dare!"

The champion and the cleric (M/F story)

Nathaniel still found it hard to grasp just how much his life had changed. A few months ago, he'd been a young farmer trying to eke out a living on the outskirts of civilization. Now, he was being hailed as a champion, and many believed he was the Chosen One that would free the Valley of Mirth from the clutches of the evil Baron.

For the last month or so, he had been travelling in the company of Laenarisa, a Cleric who had offered to be his guide and advisor. The young woman had the services of the Temple at her disposal and was a well-read scholar, but she was quiet and rarely spoke. They'd just had an unpleasant encounter with some bandits, and while Nathaniel had managed to overcome them, she'd suggested that they should lay low in a small village for a few weeks and rest.

When they found a suitable village, Laenarisa decided to buy supplies and see if she could find some better maps of the area, and asked Nathaniel to hire rooms at the inn for them. He was now sitting in the inn's common room, sipping a mug of ale while he waited for her to return.

"Excuse me? You're new here, aren't you? I'd remember seeing you before," a sweet voice said. He glanced up to see a slim, attractive girl with blonde hair, wearing a simple cotton dress. She smiled. "Do you mind if I sit down?"

He smiled back at her. "I would be delighted if you did. Can I get you a drink? I'm Nathaniel."

"Thank you. I'm Thea."

She sat down next to him, and they started chatting. Nathaniel gave her his most roguish grin as she giggled at one of his lamer jokes; the day was turning out to be quite delightful, and it was a long time since he'd enjoyed himself so much.

"I've procured the maps, Nathaniel. Are you busy?" a voice said tersely. He looked up to see Laenarisa standing nearby, her eyes cold as she looked at him.

"Hello, Lenna" he said, smiling up at her. "Was there anything else worth seeing in the village? Thea, this is Laenarisa, a Cleric who travels with me. Laenarisa, this is –"

"Yes, well, I'm sure the young lady has some livestock she should be looking after, so we shouldn't detain her any longer," Laenarisa commented frostily. "Good day, Thea."

Casting a glance at Nathaniel, Thea rose and hurriedly left the table. Nathaniel studied Laenarisa as she sat down. "What's wrong with you today, Lenna? You didn't have to be rude."

"You are a very important person, Nathaniel. You cannot waste time on frivolities, or chatting to every peasant who walks past," she replied in a voice suddenly devoid of emotion. She waved a hand at the barmaid to order a drink.

"I thought we were here to relax and enjoy ourselves?" he said sceptically. "Doesn't sound like we're going to be busy, and I can think of few ways of spending my time that are more enjoyable than flirting with a cute girl."

She scowled at him. "Cute? Her? You really think so? No, Champion. A man like you deserves…" She glanced away, staring at the wall. "Someone better." She tried to hide it, but it was clear she was hurt.

As Nathaniel looked at her, a lot of things suddenly began to make sense to him. He could have kicked himself. "I'm so sorry, Lenna. I never realized how you felt. Believe me, I would not have flirted with her if I had known. I didn't mean to hurt you, and I'm sorry." He knew that she was intelligent, kind, and attractive, but her stiffness and reserved nature had previously prevented him from viewing her as a romantic potential.

Laenarisa blushed, glaring at him. "Don't be absurd, Nathaniel! I'm a pure, virtuous Cleric," she scoffed. "I do not have those kinds of emotions. I'm only travelling with you for the benefit of all mankind."

He grinned; there was something about the look on her face that suggested that, despite her words, he'd struck closer to the mark than she was comfortable with. He inched closer to her. She didn't shy away from him, but her face grew even redder, and the hand that held her cup was trembling slightly. "You're cute when you blush. Has anyone ever told you that?"

"I am neither blushing nor cute," she insisted. She glared at him, her face now almost scarlet.

He tutted. "That's a lie. A Cleric shouldn't lie, should she? How naughty. Maybe I should spank you." 

Framing her friend (F/ff story)

When Haley entered the house of her friend Allison, ready to go on a trip to the mall, she expected to find her scrolling on her phone or watching TV – probably both at the same time. She would not have expected to see the high schooler bent over her big sister's lap, getting her bare bottom spanked, but that's what she found.

Haley stared. Could this really be happening? Was she dreaming, or had Lenore truly taken her little sister over her knee, raised her skirt, lowered her panties, and started spanking her? Things like this didn't happen!

Suddenly, Allison spotted her friend and let out a panicked squeal. "Haley! No! Don't look! Go away!" Tears were falling down her face, and she was squirming over her big sister's lap.

"Hello, Haley. Allison will be with you shortly," Lenore said calmly, continuing to spank her sister's reddening bottom. "She skipped school yesterday, so I'm reminding her not to do that."

"Ow! Don't look, Haley!" Allison yelped as her friend continued to stand there in the doorway and stare. "Lenore! Stop! You can't spank me when Haley's watching!"

The teenager howled as her big sister delivered a series of particularly hard spanks to her sensitive sit spots. "Can't? Do you really think you're in a position to tell me what I can and can't do, little girl?" Lenore raised an eyebrow. "Watch yourself, young lady, or I'll ask Haley to go to my bedroom and fetch my hairbrush."

"No! Ouch! I'm sorry, Lenore, I didn't mean it! Ow!" Allison kicked her legs, yelping with every hard smack on her backside.

Haley stared at the strange sight, her eyes wide and her mouth open. She'd never been spanked, and as far she knew, neither had anyone else she knew. That was some custom from the Middle Ages. But now, she learned that only had her friend Allison been spanked – she was currently being spanked! At the age of eighteen! By her big sister! This was unbelievable.

Abigail's adventures 4: Nilima's introduction (M/FF story)

"Welcome back, Abigail," Isaac said to the young redhead with the hour-glass figure. "It's good to see you again." As the two students entered the house of the tall, bald, muscular, middle-aged man, he glanced over at the other girl, who was a petite Indian woman with large, adorable eyes. "And this is the flatmate you told me about?"

Abigail waved her hand towards her friend. "Isaac, this is Nilima. She's been a bad girl and needs a good, hard spanking on her bare bottom."

Nilima let out a small squeak, cast her friend a panicked look, and suddenly looked very shy; the description was certainly embarrassing – but not inaccurate.

"I see," Isaac said. He studied Nilima for a few seconds, before turning his gaze upon Abigail. "And is she the only young lady present who fits that description?"

Abigail blushed, fidgeting. Isaac always knew how to make her squirm. "You should deal with HER first."

Isaac chuckled, before turning to the other girl. "So, Nilima, have you ever been spanked before?"

It was Abigail who answered. "I've given her some swats with a wooden spoon, and a hand-spanking over my lap, but I stopped once she started to cry. Some smacks in the shower, a few whacks with my hairbrush over her dress when she was being more cheeky than usual… That's all her experience."

Nilima looked more and more embarrassed at being discussed like this. "Miss Abigail is correct," she mumbled, not quite daring to meet Isaac's gaze.

"MISS Abigail?" He grinned as he looked at Abigail. "You've had quite the little adventure, haven't you? Now, Nilima, I'm going to start off fairly gently and then gradually spank you harder and faster. Does that sound good to you?"

Nilima nodded, still staring at the floor, but Abigail pouted. "That's not how you spanked ME," she complained.

Isaac raised an eyebrow. "Abigail, the first time I spanked you, I'd hired you to work in my garden, and you were often late and never listened to my instructions. That spanking was meant as punishment. It was only when I saw the wet patch on your panties that I realized how much you'd enjoyed it."

Abigail squealed, placing her hands over her flatmate's ears. "Isaac!" she scolded. " Nilima doesn't need to hear this!"

Zoe's Valentine's Day (M/F story)

The fourth and last part of Abigail's adventures will be uploaded next week, but I wanted this uploaded before Valentine's Day. Another entry in the Zoe & Thomas series.

Zoe smiled blissfully as she curled up under the blanket on the couch. It was Friday, she didn't have any college classes today, and best of all, it was Valentine's Day! She wondered what Thomas was planning to do once he came home from work. Would he cook something lovely? Had he ordered a table at a nice restaurant? What sort of present had he bought? He knew how important the day was for her, and he always knew how to make her feel special.

Her phone rang. Seeing that it was her boyfriend, she eagerly picked it up. "Hello, darling!"

"Hi, Zoe. I've just been told that there will be a mandatory meeting at the end of the day, so I'll be about half an hour late. Thought I'd let you know. You have the day off, right? Were you planning to make dinner, or should I pick up a pizza on the way?"

Zoe's eyes widened. He expected her to cook on Valentine's Day? That was HIS job! And pizza? He couldn't even pick up something fancy? "I… I wasn't…" She was too stunned to speak.

"Oh, and I think I mentioned to you that I'm playing Fifa with Steve later today? Hope you didn't have any plans?"

Zoe couldn't believe her ears. He was going to play games with one of his buddies on Valentine's Day? After bringing home a cardboard pizza? She frowned. This would not go unpunished. "No plans, no," she said quietly.

"Are you OK?" he said, a hint of concern in his voice. "You seem upset. Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong. I'll have dinner ready when you come home," she promised, trying to sound cheerful.

"I'll see you soon. Love you, babe."

"See you later," she said, hanging up. She headed into the kitchen to prepare the first part of her surprise.


A few hours later, Zoe was lying on the bed with a glass of wine, still wearing her sweatpants and an old t-shirt. She'd originally planned to dress up before he came home, but their conversation had changed her mind. She heard Thomas enter the house and call out her name, but she didn't respond, and he started looking for her. By now, he would probably have noticed that the house didn't smell like dinner – Zoe had already eaten some pasta. She had no intention of cooking anything for him.

Thomas let out a shocked exclamation when he entered the living room. A few minutes later, he found her lounging on the bed. "Hello, Zoe," he said, his voice strangely calm. She didn't respond. "Would you care to explain why my PlayStation is full of porridge?"

"THAT is what happens when you ignore me on such a special day and make plans to play games with your friends instead," she huffed, glaring at him. "And pizza? Instead of a nice restaurant? Do you really think that's an appropriate Valentine's Day dinner?" She folded her arms in front of her chest. "I bet you don't even have a gift for me, do you?"

Thomas stared at her for several seconds, speechless. Finally, he sighed. "Zoe, Valentine's Day is tomorrow."