Hired to spank (F/FF story)

I was sitting in my dorm room on a Saturday afternoon, browsing the web, when my phone rang.

"Is this Mary? Mary Flannigan?"

"Yes, this is me", I responded. Yes, that's my name – coupled with my shoulder-length red hair, people usually realized I was Irish even before they heard my accent, even here in the US.

"Hi, I'm Sofia Castillo - Roberta and Teresa's mother. How do you do?" Roberta had been a classmate of mine during high school, and we were now in some of the same classes in college. Teresa was her sister, two years older, who went to the same college - the two sisters shared a small apartment nearby.

"I'm fine, Mrs Castillo. How are you?" I'd met the woman a few times when I was at Roberta's house to work on class projects in high school. I knew she was a hard-working lawyer and I'd exchanged a few words with her, but I couldn't fathom why in the world she would be calling me.

"All's well here back home, but I'm worried about my daughters. They're throwing parties in the middle of the week, sleeping through classes, not completing their assignments on time - what's the point of sending them to an expensive college of they're not studying?"

"I'm... sorry to hear that, Mrs Castillo," I said, wondering why she was telling me this. I knew lots of students that partied a little too hard when they finally found themselves out of the parental home, and wasn't too surprised to learn that the two sisters were among them - there was always loud music when I walked past their apartment. I'd been invited to parties there on a couple of occasions, but I always declined if we had classes the next day.

"Please, call me Sofia. Those girls are lucky I'm not there - they would find themselves over my lap getting their bottoms smacked if it wasn't too far to travel! A good, hard, bare-bottom spanking is just the thing to get them back in shape."

Pool envy (M/F story)

It was a beautiful June day, and Brad was celebrating his twenty-fifth birthday. He'd asked his parents if he could throw a pool party at their house while they were on vacation in Rome, and they'd agreed. He was looking forward to a long day of sun, swimming, and beer.

He was currently chatting with Jen, a woman he'd shared some college classes with. Her long, red hair was wet and clung to her beautiful face, almost reaching down to her skimpy red bikini top. He headed over to the cooler by the side of the pool to grab another beer, when he suddenly felt someone push his back. He fell into the pool, and as he emerged from the water, he looked up into the giggling face of Lucy, the younger sister of one of his friends.

"You looked warm," the 22-year-old woman said with a grin as he climbed out of the pool. "I thought you needed to cool down."

"Well, you look cold," he said. With a flash, he lunged forward, grabbing her arm. She squealed as he pulled her close, placed his arm around her waist, and bent her under his arm. "I need to warm you up." With that, he delivered six hard smacks to each cheek of her pert, bikini-clad bottom, eliciting further squeals with every slap. He then released her, and she quickly moved out of his reach, poking her tongue out at him as she giggled and theatrically rubbed her rear end.

There were cheers from most of the lads, and a few of the women offered insincere, smirking protests of this brutal treatment of an innocent girl, but Jen was staring at him in shock. He walked over to her to continue their conversation, but as he approached her, she turned her head with a blush and walked away.

Love our Lifestyle!

 This is the 17th annual Love our Lifestyle Day, where the spanking community shows its appreciation of its bloggers. Readers are invited to visit all the blogs they frequent and leave a comment. Thank you to Hermione at Hermione's Heart for reminding us of this lovely day, and to Enzo at Everyday Spankings for the picture.

I usually don't write about myself here - this is a place to store my stories, and I'm afraid I don't have any exciting spanking-related events from my own life to describe. I've been interested in spanking for as long as I can remember, but have never spanked anyone or been spanked myself. I started writing stories almost two decades ago, but most of them only existed as files on my hard drive. I'd never uploaded them anywhere, and thought it was time to share them with others. I hope at least some of my stories have brought you joy.

Blackmail (M/F story)

Cody was two years younger than Paula, the girl next door. They were friends, but not close friends, though they had hung out quite a bit when growing up. Since she was the older, and was acted somewhat more responsibly, their parents had often left her in charge when they were young, which had irked him greatly. She hadn't teased him too much about it, but there was something slightly smug about her smile that made him want to take her down a peg. The thought of seeing her brought low was greatly appealing to him.

Shortly after he turned eighteen, Cody was sitting in the living room watching TV, while his mother was outside, reading a book in the sun. Suddenly, Paula entered the house and walked straight into the kitchen. As she didn't glance around, he realized that she hadn't seen him. He watched her withdraw his mother's wallet from the purse standing on the table, and she took a few bills that she placed in her pocket. She turned to leave and almost walked straight into Cody, who was standing right behind her.

"Oh! Cody, I didn't see you there."

"That was obvious," he said, raising an eyebrow. "I was on the couch watching TV. Stealing from my mother? That's a tarnish to your good-girl reputation, isn't it?"

Babysitter believes in spanking (F/M story)

"I just don't see why you won't allow me to spank Corey if it's needed," the babysitter said.

"We've talked about this, Jenny," Malcolm Fowler replied. It was clear the subject made him uncomfortable. "Besides, has Corey ever done anything to deserve it when you're babysitting?"

"No, not yet – you know Corey's always well-behaved. But it's always good to have the option if it's needed. I feel like you don't trust me."

"Not at all," he assured her. "You're very trustworthy - far more responsible than I was at eighteen. But I just don't think children should be spanked."

As Mr. Fowler left, Jenny reflected on her position. The eighteen-year-old student was the preferred babysitter for most of the parents on the street, and apart from Mr. Fowler, all of them had given her the right to spank her charges when necessary. She'd asked him why not, but he'd seemed uncomfortable with the idea and explained that he didn't believe in spanking children. She decided to let the matter go - he had made it clear that he trusted her, and Corey didn't really need it anyway.

As Jenny headed toward the living room to hear if Corey wanted to watch a movie, she noticed a light from Mr. Fowler's room. Her employer had forgotten to turn off his computer.

Seeking suggestions for a poll about sequels

I've had some requests from people who want me to write more sequels, so I've decided to have a poll about which of my stories my readers would most like to see a sequel to. So leave a suggestion in a comment to this post, or contact me through other means, saying which story you'd like to see continued. In a few weeks, I'll create a poll with the suggestions I've received. Once the poll has ended, I pledge to write a sequel to the story with the most votes. I might also write sequels to the nearest runners-up - I haven't decided yet.

If you want to, feel free to suggest what you'd like to see in the story (implements, positions, reasons for the spanking, reversal of spanker/spankee, new characters introduced, etc - be as detailed or as brief as you want). If I like your suggestion, I might use it as a basis for my story, but I make no promises on that point.