Talking in the cinema (M/F story)

In the darkness of the movie theatre, Gwen leaned over to her boyfriend, saying "I can't believe they put the actress in that dress. Have you seen anything so ugly?"

"Ssh! No talking during the movie, remember?" Logan whispered back, as quietly and kindly as he could.

"And that makeup!" She pretended not to have heard him. "I wonder if it was the same person who committed both offences."

"People are trying to watch the movie," he whispered, slightly less kindly now.

She rolled her eyes. "It's a boring movie!"

"Shh! And you're the one that really wanted to watch it," he pointed out, still whispering.

Unable to think of a retort, Gwen sighed and leaned back in her chair.

A few minutes later, Logan leaned over to her. "Put your phone away," he whispered.

"Now YOU'RE the one talking," she replied sullenly – though just as loud as before.

"The light from your screen is distracting the people behind you. Put it away."

"I'm bored, so I'm going to check Instagram."

"You are going to put that phone away and be quiet, or I'm going to take you outside and put you over my knee – at which point you can make all the noise you want," he whispered in her ear.

Gwen froze, her eyes wide while a cold shiver ran down her back. Hurriedly, she placed the phone in her pocket. She knew Logan did not make idle threats. She prayed that no one had overheard him, but the whispers of the surrounding moviegoers dashed her hopes.

"Did you hear that? I think he threatened to spank her!"

The misaddressed emails (M/F story)

Melanie bit her lip as she looked at her boss, who was sitting behind his desk with a stern expression on his face. "I can only apologize for the mix-up, Mr Garner," she said. The tall, young redhead did her best to look as sorry as she felt.

"That sounds very good," Mr Garner replied as he steepled his fingers. The dark-haired, clean-shaven man seemed to be very good at looking disappointed. "But this isn't the first time, is it? Sending an email to the wrong company is bad enough, but to send a confidential contract…" He sighed. "I had to have to make some real apologies here."

She hung her head.

"Nothing more to say, Melanie?" he asked.

Melanie tried to think of something that could make the situation better. 'I am very sorry'? 'I'll do better'? 'My work will be exemplary from now on'? She couldn't think of anything that didn't sound trite. She opened her mouth, intending to say something like "I'll be a good worker", but to her horror, the words that emerged were "I'll be a good girl, I promise!"

As soon as she realized what she'd said, Melanie let out a small squeak, placing both hands in front of her mouth while blushing bright red. She stared at the floor as if hoping it would swallow her up, and it took some time before she dared look up at her boss.

Mr Garner was leaning back in his chair, doing his best to hide an amused smirk. "Well, that's…" It was clear he was trying to think of an acceptable response. "Well, that's good to hear, Melanie. You may return to your desk."

As she forced herself to walk calmly out of the room, barely resisting the urge for headless flight, she could hear him chuckle quietly.

Melanie let out a deep sigh as she sat down at her desk. She'd made a fool of herself in front of Mr Garner yet again! Her boss was only five or six years older than her, but he had a quiet confidence and self-assurance that made him feel older than that. He was kind and considerate, but when she disappointed him, he would look at her and speak to her in a tone that made her tummy do flipflops.

He was a good-looking man, too, and Melanie hated it when she looked incompetent or childish in front of him. She wanted so badly to impress him!

Chrissy and Tess (F/ff, f/f story)

Chrissy hissed in pain as the slipper once again smacked down on the seat of her panties. "Five, Miss," the stout, curvy redhead said with a wince, grabbing the other end of the desk to resist the urge to protect her bottom. She knew Miss Henley would not approve of that.

"You may get up now, Christine," Miss Henley said. The middle-aged teacher was tapping the slipper against her palm. "You may also lower your skirt, if you wish."

Chrissy rose and pulled the hem of her uniform skirt down over her white cotton panties, rubbing her bottom gingerly. She then moved to stand next to Tess at the front of the empty classroom.

"Now, I don't think either of you will be sending notes in my class for a while, will you, girls?" Miss Henley said with a wink.

"No, Miss Henley," the two teenagers replied in chorus, doing their best to sound remorseful.

The teacher seemed on the verge of dismissing them, when Tess leaned towards her friend and whispered in her ear: "Wow, the old lady must be getting soft in her dotage. I barely felt that!"

Chrissy froze, trying to keep her expression neutral, while hopefully making it perfectly clear that SHE had not said a word. From the expression on their teacher's face, Chrissy guessed that Miss Henley had overheard the remark. Tess was not always as quiet as she should be.

"Would you care to repeat that, Theresa?" Miss Henley said sweetly.

"Me, Miss?" The lanky brunette almost looked innocent. "I said nothing, Miss."

Miss Henley sighed. "I'm not as old as you think I am, Theresa. But if you feel that your spanking was not hard enough, I'm sure I can satisfy you. Bend over the desk again."

Tess' eyes widened, and her hands reached back to clasp her bottom protectively. "Oh! Please, no, Miss!"

"That wasn't a question, Theresa, it was an order. Bend over the desk – you should know the position quite well by now."

With an expression of apprehension on her face, Tess inched forward. She leaned over the desk and grasped the other end as if she'd done this hundreds of times before, though in truth, it had only been a few dozen. "I'm ready, Miss," she announced, with only a slight trembling in her voice to reveal her nervousness.

"Not quite ready yet, I'm afraid," Miss Henley replied drily as she raised the girl's uniform skirt, tucking the hem into the waistline. She then moved her hands to Tess' panties. "I think since I'm so old and feeble, these will have to come down, so you can feel it properly."

Writing deserved spankings (non-story)

Unfortunately, I still have little time for writing stories, but decided to at least upload something.

 

One of the rules I write by is that punishments should feel earned. I occasionally read a story or see a captioned image and think "That spanking is an overreaction." Obviously, this only applies to punishment spankings - fun spankings never need a reason, and unfairness can sometimes make them even more fun. In some stories, the unfairness is meant to be the point, where we sympathize because the spankee suffers something undeserved, but often, the author is just stricter than I am, or not worried about the fairness.

 

One common theme is a maid that is spanked for dropping a plate while washing up, or smashing a vase while dusting. That's just an accident that could happen to anyone, and should not earn her a punishment. But if I wanted to write a story like that, how would I do it?