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."

Abigail's adventures 3: Pushing her luck (F/F story)

As the first light of dawn entered the room, Abigail groaned loudly and rolled over. This was far too early to wake up! A few minutes later, her eyes shot up when a hand began to gently caress her bare bottom. Where was she, why was she naked, and whose hand was that?

She realized that she was in the room of her flatmate Nilima. The day before, Abigail had returned home after a long, hard, and wonderful spanking from her former employer Isaac, to find her flatmate spanking herself with a wooden spoon. Deciding to give her a hand, Abigail had bent the girl over the kitchen counter and spanked her bare bottom with the spoon until she cried and squealed. The two girls had then ended up naked in Nilima's bed, caressing each other's bottoms while spreading some cooling lotion. They must have fallen asleep in the end.

She glanced out of the corner of her eye and confirmed with a sigh of relief that the hand exploring her bottom belonged to Nilima. The girl stared at her target with wide eyes, and Abigail could guess why – the redness would have faded by now, but the bruises would only be more visible. Her skin was most likely very marked.

She could have scolded her flatmate for touching a sleeping girl like that, but decided not to. Nilima was naturally curious about this new world she'd stumbled into, and Abigail HAD invited her to rub lotion into her sore bottom, which carried an implicit permission to caress her backside. She also didn't protest when Nilima gave her a gentle slap – in these circumstances, the urge would be hard to resist.

When Nilima gave her some harder smacks, however, giggling as she watched the flesh bounce, Abigail decided that she had to put her foot down. She lifted her head. "What do you think you're doing?" she said sternly, grabbing the girl's wrist.

Nilima froze. "Abigail!" she squealed. "I thought you were asleep!"

"I was – until someone started smacking me." She shook her head. "Nilima, you can't possibly be dense enough to think that someone will remain asleep while being spanked?"

"I was just curious what it would be like," she mumbled. "Your butt is so cute!"

Abigail grinned. "Thank you. However, I think we need to clear up a little misunderstanding – regarding WHO is going to be doing the spanking around here, and WHO is going to have her adorable little bottom smacked." Tightening her grip around Nilima's wrist, she sat down on the side of the bed, dragging the mischievous minx across her lap.