Her oblivious friend 2 (M/F story)

When Olivia arrived in class that Friday, Simon greeted her with a kiss. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Erica staring at them, and Olivia felt a little tinge of pleasure from the look on the girl's face – it was clear that Erica realized that she'd lost the battle for Simon's affection. Not that Simon had ever realized that there was one, of course.

"So, are you two finally dating?" Jacob asked, raising an eyebrow at his friend. Simon nodded. "How did that happen?"

A cold shiver ran down her back as Olivia waited for Simon's reply. At no point had she thought of telling him to lie about that – and Simon, who was an honest person, wouldn't see any reason not to tell the truth. He would calmly inform the class that after she discovered his secret kink, she'd stood in his bedroom in a slutty maid outfit and asked him to spank her, and he'd happily obliged. DOING it had been embarrassing enough for her – but standing here and listening to him tell them all about it? That would be torture! She wanted to give him a subtle wave to keep quiet, but she knew that there was nothing she could do that would penetrate his usual denseness – at least nothing that wouldn't be picked up by everyone else in the room.

Simon thought for a second. "Well, yesterday, she came to my house to play video games, and she told me how she felt. I realized I felt the same." He shrugged. "Not much more to say, really."

Olivia managed to keep her face neutral as she breathed a sigh of relief. What a sweet reinterpretation of events. It turned out Simon could be tactful as well. Who knew? That was an even bigger surprise than discovering that he liked to spank girls.

After school, they headed back to his house. His parents would not be back from their cabin trip until very late, so they sat in the living room chatting and watching TV.

After a while, he smiled at her. "By the way, how is your bottom feeling? I hope I wasn't too hard on you yesterday."

She beamed back. "All healed, thank you." Her impish side made her give him a lustful grin. "Would you like to see?"

"Nah, I believe you," he said, returning his glance to the TV. It took almost a minute before he realized what she'd said. He spun around. "I mean, yes please!"

Olivia stifled a chuckle. Simon had a lot of good qualities, but there was little chance of him being the brains in the relationship.

She tossed her hair and glanced flirtatiously at him as she leaned over his lap. His hand rubbed gently on the seat of her skirt, and she purred softly, pushing her bottom into his palm. Eventually, he raised her skirt, lowering her green cotton panties to reveal a beautiful bare bottom. His fingers explored her curves, and she moaned.

"Hm. There's a few faint marks," he said quietly. "A little bit of pinkness. Not entirely healed, I see." He rested his hand on her bottom, squeezing gently. "Maybe I should spank you for lying to me…"

Her oblivious friend (M/F story)

"I have a question," Simon said. The two upper sixth students, who had known each other for most of their lives, were sitting in a pair of bean bags in Simon's bedroom, watching an old movie they'd seen multiple times before.

"Go ahead," Olivia responded, not taking her eyes off the screen.

"You know how I can't tell when a girl is flirting with me?"

Olivia sighed. "I've noticed," she said with a touch of bitterness that she knew Simon would be too dense to pick up on. In many ways, Simon was a wonderful guy – tall, handsome, kind, occasionally witty, and in excellent shape, but he was also the most oblivious person she'd ever met.

"You know Erica in our maths class? I'm wondering if she's interested in me."

"Oh really?" Olivia responded drily. "What makes you say that?" Apart from the way the girl would throw herself at him at every opportunity?

Simon shrugged. "Just a feeling I have."

"And you? Do you have feelings for her?" she asked, trying to sound as if the answer to her question couldn't possibly break her heart into a million little pieces.

He frowned. "No, I don't think so. I've been wondering if I should tell her I'm not interested, but if I'm wrong and she HASN'T been trying to flirt with me, that would come off as arrogant, wouldn't it?"

Olivia breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes, it would, but I think you're right about her, so go ahead. So, you're not interested in her?" She grinned. "Is there someone else who has caught your eye?" Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she started to toy with her hair, fluttering her eyelashes at him.

He thought about it. "No," he concluded. "There's no one."

She wanted to scream from frustration, but took comfort in the fact that at least that meant he was still available.

Olivia wasn't sure when she'd first fallen for Simon. They'd known each other for so long, it was hard to pinpoint when affection had changed to infatuation. She'd tried to let him know how she felt, but Simon was not a man who spotted subtle hints – or any other type of hints, for that matter.

Deep down, she knew that there was no sign she could give him that would have an effect, and that she should just tell him how she felt, but she was too scared to do that. They'd been best friends forever – if he didn't feel the same way, would their friendship survive? Could he still hang out with the girl who had professed her love for him? Did she even want to do that?

When the movie ended, he turned to look at her. "I need to head to the store to pick up some stuff for my parents before it closes. Want to come with me?"

She shook her head. "Nah, I'm too comfortable. Could you buy some snacks for me, though?"

"Sure." He thought for a second. "A bag of Maltesers and two cans of Diet Irn Bru?"

She grinned. "You know me so well." She blew him a kiss as he left, and was only slightly hurt when he didn't blow one back.

She leaned back, intending to take a little nap, but there was something about seeing that unmade bed that irked her. While Simon was far from a slob, he didn't quite meet her own high standards of tidiness. She eventually managed to rise from the bean bag, shuffling over to the bed. When she plumped the pillow, her hand touched some magazines hidden beneath, and she sighed to herself when she realized what it was – of course the eighteen-year-old boy had some porn magazines tucked away. Even Simon had flaws, it appeared. She glanced at the cover, and her eyes widened. A young woman dressed in a maid's uniform, bent over the lap of a stern-looking man as he spanked her bottom. She looked at the others, and they were all variations upon the same theme – young women, usually maids, being spanked. She was speechless. She'd had no idea that Simon was into this stuff.

Could this be a silly misunderstanding? Maybe the magazines belonged to someone else, and had ended up in his bed through some strange turn of events that she didn't understand yet? On a hunch, she picked up one of the magazines and turned to the first page. She sighed, shaking her head. Simon was the only person she knew who could even think of writing his full name in his porn, in case it became lost.

At first, Olivia felt disgusted, but soon calmed down. His kink was odd, but perfectly harmless, and it wasn't as if he'd inflicted it upon her – the only reason she knew about it was that she'd been too nosy. Then, she began to wonder if she could use this knowledge for her own ends. She would know if her best friend had ever spanked a girl, wouldn't she? She didn't think he could keep something like that secret from her, and as far as she knew, he hadn't. What would he do if one offered herself? Would it turn out that the way to his heart was through her bottom? She decided to see if that costume shop downtown was still open for business…

Unmuted (M/F story)

 It was Friday, which meant that I was working from home. I was sitting in my comfiest chair, but was still clean-shaven and well-dressed, since I wanted to be in the right mental state for work. I had already finished the reports I had to complete before the weekend, and I was now in a Teams call with my boss Judith about what we'd be focusing on next week.

Meanwhile, my girlfriend Madeleine, who had the day off, was being a brat. She wanted to cuddle on the sofa with me and watch some TV, or show me some memes on her phone, and wouldn't listen when I told her that my workday wasn't quite over yet.

The tall brunette was now bent over the coffee table, pretending to tidy up, while wearing her shortest skirt and no panties, and wiggling her rear end enticingly. She was being distracting, and from the smug look on her face, she knew it.

Deciding that I needed to deal with the situation, I moved the mouse to the mute button in Teams. Keeping my face impassive, so as to not reveal anything on camera, I glanced at Madeleine. "Young lady, if you don't start behaving, I'm going to take you over my knee and spank you until you can't sit for a week."

Two things happened after that. The first was that Madeleine grinned even wider, poking her tongue at me as she wriggled her backside even more – just like I knew she would. The second was that I heard a gasp coming from my headphones, and looked back at the screen to see Judith staring open-mouthed at me.

To my horror, I realized that I had clicked the wrong button. I hadn't turned off my microphone – I'd turned off my camera instead. My boss had just heard me threaten my girlfriend with a spanking.

I quickly turned my camera back on, but before I could say anything, Judith left the call. I stared at the screen. Should I send her a message? Try to explain the situation? There was a big risk of making the whole thing worse, and I decided that the best thing to do was to leave it until Monday morning. Hopefully, I would think of a way to explain it all during the weekend.

"What's wrong?" Madeleine said next to me, suddenly worried. She must have noticed my expression. I explained what had happened, and she stifled a giggle, almost managing to look sympathetic. "Poor Jerry," she said, kissing me. "I'm sorry. I guess I shouldn't have distracted you while you were working, should I?" She fluttered her eyelashes. "Maybe I should be punished…"

Noticing that my workday was essentially over, I needed no further encouragement. I turned my laptop off, taking a seat on the sofa. Madeleine placed herself over my lap, and I flipped up her skirt, revealing a beautiful pair of bare buttocks. My hand smacked down hard on her quivering cheeks, and she let out a delighted squeal as I spanked her. I grinned, deciding to enjoy the moment and worry about the future later.

Suggest sequels (also, I describe how I write stories)

This didn't get much response the last time I tried it, but that's not a reason not to try again.

 

Sometimes, people want me to write sequels to the stories I've written, which is always flattering. Now, I'm going to let my readers vote on which one. Write a comment naming a story of mine you'd like to see a sequel to, and once I have a few suggestions, I'll create a poll. Whichever wins, I'll write a sequel to it.

 

Feel free to also suggest what you'd like to happen in that story. I'm not promising to follow your suggestion, but if I like your ideas, I will use them. I might also write sequels to the runners-up, if inspiration strikes me.

 

I'd also like to share with you my process for creating stories, in case anyone was curious.

Zoe & Thomas: Working from home (M/F story)

 Part of the Zoe & Thomas series.

 

 Thomas sat at the desk in the spare bedroom, a cup of tea at his side as he typed at his work laptop. Behind him, his girlfriend Zoe entered the room, dressed only in one of his old shirts as she stretched sleepily. Her professors had taken the week off for an autumn break, so she didn't have college classes this week.

"Hey, babe," she mumbled as she leaned down for a kiss on the lips. "Let's have breakfast!" She thought for a second. "Though I suppose it'll be lunch in your case, won't it?"

"Hello, sweetie," he responded, beaming up at her. "That sounds great, but lunch is still an hour away, and I have a Teams meeting with my boss soon."

She pouted. "I'm not sure I can wait that long. I'm hungry now!"

"Then have a snack or something, and I'll join you when I can – or you can go ahead and eat, and we'll sit together during lunch. Whatever sounds best to you."

She folded her arms in front of her chest, pouting even more. "I thought the whole point of you being home was that we could spend time together. I don't know why you don't want to be around me."

He sighed, preparing to break it down for her yet again. "Zoe, the office job pays a LOT more than my old job at the gas station, it's more fulfilling, it's safer, and I'm not as tired at the end of the day, which are all good things, right?"

She nodded, still pouting.

"The only problem is the commute, which is longer than I'd prefer – but the boss allows me to work from home most of the time, which is very nice of her." He smiled. "That way, I avoid the commute, and we can spend breaks and lunch together – in fact, you can bring a book or something in here, and we can spend every second together, as long as I actually do my work. The problem is, if I don't complete my tasks, I can't work from home any longer, which would be bad."

Zoe was still pouting. "I wish you could come to lunch with me NOW."

"And so do I – but unfortunately, I still have that meeting." He smiled at her, kissing her again. "You can be patient for one little hour, can't you?"

"I guess," she mumbled. He turned to his laptop again, checking what he needed to prepare for the meeting. Suddenly, he felt her lips at the base of his neck.

"Zoe, it's hard to concentrate when you're kissing my neck," he scolded.

"Really?" she said, grinning as her lips moved to his ear. "Guess you have to take a break, then."

He sighed. "I told you that I have a meeting. You're not being a good girl, Zoe. Do you want me to take you over my knee?"

She shivered. "No," she grumbled.

"Then I suggest you start behaving."

Zoe & Thomas

 I've decided to make pages linking to all parts of a series, to make it easier for readers to find them when they want to read the whole thing. This will be slowly and gradually, and I don't know when the next page will be created.

 

"Zoe & Thomas" is the tale of a bratty woman in her early twenties, and the boyfriend that disciplines her when she needs it. All parts are M/F punishment stories.

Part 1: The inappropriate costume  

Part 2: Puddles

Part 3: Halloween in the cemetery

Part 4: Working from home

 

It's always fun writing Zoe's dialogue, as she is eternally unable to realize that she's talking her way into trouble.  If she just realized what she was doing, she could apologize and avoid a spanking - but then there wouldn't be a story, would there?

Disciplining her flatmate (F/F story)

When I first had the idea for last week's story about a woman that spanks her dorm-mate for being messy, I couldn't decide whether the spankee should be into it or not. In the end, I decided to write both. This is the second one – different in many ways, but based on the same premise. I hope you enjoy it.

 

 "When are you finally going to start vacuuming?" I said sternly as I glared down at my flatmate Luanna, who was sitting on the sofa and staring at her phone. We'd been living together for about a month, but it was beginning to feel like it had lasted a decade.

"I told you, I'll get to it, Joelle. Don't nag me. You're sounding like my mother," Luanna said, rolling her eyes in a way that would have been annoying for a teenager – and it didn't get any less infuriating when coming from a 25-year-old woman.

Luanna had only recently moved out of her parental home, where her mother had done almost all of the housework. As such, I now found myself with a flatmate who didn't clean up after herself, had never done her own laundry, and considered boiling an egg to be an impossible culinary challenge. She also seemed to struggle with the concept that the hot water tank in our flat was smaller than the one in her mother's large house. Every time I found myself forced to take a cold shower in the morning, I could feel my palm itch, longing to give Luanna the one thing her mother had never been considerate enough to give her: a long, hard spanking on the bare bottom.

And if there was one word that described Luanna, besides "brat", it would probably be "spankable." She was a tall brunette with a firm, well-shaped backside that she loved to show off in tight jeans, and there was something about her pouty expression that made me long to see her standing in the corner with those jeans pooled around her feet and her red bottom on display. She'd look even cuter like that, I decided. 

It would be one thing if she was eager to learn some of the things her mother had failed to impart, finally ready to grow up, but that was sadly not the case. When I offered to teach her how to do something, or help her with a task, she quickly tried to sneak away and leave it to me.

Deciding I had better things to do with my day than stand there and watch my flatmate not doing housework, I headed out. I was picking up a parcel from the post office, and we needed groceries. I'd previously tried to make Luanna do the shopping, but either she'd postpone it until the shops were closed, or she'd somehow convince herself that buying a latte at Starbucks counted as getting milk.

The line at the post office was even worse than I had expected, and when I finally returned to the flat, more than two hours had passed. Before entering, I wondered whether Luanna had moved a finger while I was away, and soon discovered that she had – she hadn't done any vacuuming, but she'd made herself a sandwich. I could tell, because there was an assortment of spreads standing on the kitchen counter, and a dirty plate on the coffee table with a half-eaten sandwich lying next to it. I sighed – never mind cleaning up after herself, the girl couldn't even place the sandwich back on the plate after taking a bite.

Luanna was still staring at her phone, and I could no longer contain my wrath. "Luanna!" I snapped, taking the phone from her hands. "Either you clean up this mess RIGHT NOW, or you'll find yourself over my knee for a smacked bottom. Is that clear?"

Dorm room secrets (F/F story)

When I first found out that I would be sharing a dorm room with Lily, and thus sleeping only inches away from the most attractive and most popular girl I knew, my heart started beating. I considered myself the luckiest girl in the college, and I was quite looking forward to it. By now, almost two months later, that initial delight had definitely worn off.

Don't get me wrong; Lily was still a stunner – a tall, curvy blonde with a cute button nose, and it was always captivating to watch her bend over to retrieve something from the bottom drawer of her desk, and see those tight pyjamas stretch nicely over that beautiful bubble butt. I could feel my palm itch just looking at it. However, she turned out to be a real pain in the rear to live with. She was never knowingly selfish, but she was shortsighted and seemed unable to predict how her actions would affect others.

Today, I had gone straight to the library after my college classes were done, and I returned to the dorm room in the evening to find that a party had happened while I was away. Beer bottles were strewn all over the room, crisps had been trampled into the carpet, and there were stains that hadn't been cleaned up, while Lily was lying on her bed reading.

"Hi, Debra," she called out in her usual cheerful tone. "What's up?"

"Had a party, I see?" I said curtly. She nodded, and I continued: "And when were you planning to clean this up?"

"I'll do it tomorrow," she replied casually. "I'm a bit tired now."

"Do you think it's acceptable to leave the room in this state until then?" I said, placing my hands on my hips in what my little sister teasingly called my 'mum pose'.

She frowned. "Is something wrong, Debra? You seem upset."

"I'll tell you what's wrong," I said, starting to count on my fingers. "One, you hold a party here without asking me. It's my room too, and I have a right to know when there's going to be other people here. Who knows, maybe I'd accidentally left my underwear drawer open or something. Two, it's a bit hurtful that I didn't get an invite – I don't think I'd have spent the evening at the library if I knew there was a party."

A guilty expression crossed her face. She seemed about to say something, but didn't.

"Three. I come home after a long day of studying to find my room in a mess. If you're going to have a party, the least you can do is clean up after yourself – not leave it until the next day. Every part of the room is messy, and someone even accidentally spilled a beer bottle in my bed." I frowned. "At least, I HOPE that's what that small stain is…" Quickly sniffing it, I sighed in relief. "Thank God, it's just beer."

She rose up on her elbows, putting her book away. "Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't think –"

"I'm sure you didn't. You never do." I sighed. Too tired and frustrated to consider what I was saying, I blurted out "I should take you over my knee and spank you."

On the train (M/F story)

When Catalina boarded the train, she planned to read a bit in an empty compartment – which would not be difficult to find at this time of year. However, she soon spotted an attractive man sitting alone, and she concluded that while solitude could be great, there were benefits to company as well.

 

The man was tall and broad-shouldered, with deep blue eyes and dark hair, and the slight stubble gave him a rugged look. "Can I sit here?" she asked with a smile as she opened the door.

 

The man shrugged, barely glancing at her. It was not the dazzling grin of welcome she'd hoped for, but it would do. She sat down next to him, deciding that she'd quite like to get to know him better.

 

As the train rolled on, however, Catalina found her efforts poorly rewarded. She learned that his name was Arthur and that he was on his way home from a work conference, but while he answered all of her questions, he didn't ask any in return, and he did little to keep up his half of the conversation. He mostly stared off into space, as if he was thinking deeply about something – or possibly on drugs.

 

She nodded to the window. "Do you mind pulling the blind up? The scenery here is quite beautiful."

 

He shook his head. "Sorry, but no. Seeing things speed past is… stressful."

 

She raised an eyebrow. His taciturnity suddenly made sense. "You're scared of trains?" she asked incredulously. He nodded. "What about flying?"

 

"Flying's worse," he told her, his voice slightly strained. "Trains at least stay on the ground most of the time. I prefer driving, with full control over where I'm going, but that wasn't an option this time."

 

Catalina giggled; there was something delightful about this big, strong man being scared by something so silly. He cast her an angry glare; it seemed he did not find the situation quite so humorous.

 

She reached out to pull up the blind, but he grabbed her wrist. "Stop it," he warned in a quiet voice.

 

She tried to shake him off and reach the window, but his grip was firm; it seemed he was just as strong as he looked. "Or what?" she said sassily. "What are you going to do if I pull the blind up?"

 

"I'll put you across my knee and spank you," he said calmly as he released her arm.

 

Catalina gasped, her heart beating rapidly. He couldn't have said what she'd just heard, could he? She looked at him, trying to find some hint that this was just some flirty joke, but he seemed entirely serious. Her backside tingled, and she decided that there was something thrilling about this man speaking as if he had every right to pull her across his knee if she disobeyed.

The alchemist and the apprentice (F/F story)

"Great news, Tabitha!" Heidelore exclaimed when her assistant finally arrived at the workshop. As usual, the petite alchemist was wearing a leather apron, a robe that might have been clean once, and a manic grin, and her hair looked like she was waiting for a bird to nest in it. "I have a commission. Have you heard of Crescentia Falkenrath?"

 

The willowy apprentice thought for a second. "The senator's wife?"

 

"That's right," Heidelore confirmed. "It seems Senator Falkenrath doesn't like her wife's spending sprees, and is using a belt on the woman's bare bottom to make her displeasure known. Crescentia, not willing to change her habits, has hired me to make a salve or lotion that will make it possible for her to sit comfortably."

 

"And how much is she paying you for this?"

 

"Seventy denarii," the alchemist replied.

 

Tabitha whistled. "Wow. I wonder how the Senator will react when she learns about that expense. Sounds like it could be painful for Crescentia."

 

"Hm?" Heidelore frowned. "I don't see… Anyway, I've made a few test batches that I think will work, but we obviously need to test them first, so it's good that you've arrived."

 

Tabitha felt a chill running down her spine, and her backside tingled unpleasantly. She had a feeling that she wouldn't like where this was going.

 

Heidelore picked up a leather belt lying on her workbench. "I bought this on my way to the workshop. You raise your robe and bend over the table, I strap your bottom, and we test them out on you."

 

Tabitha tried to swallow, her mouth suddenly bone dry. She had guessed correctly – she didn't like the direction this conversation had taken at all. One hand reached back to cusp her bottom, shivering as she thought about how that belt would feel against her sensitive skin.

 

In the years she'd been apprenticed to the famous alchemist, Tabitha had learned a lot, and there were certainly benefits, but she was also expected to act as guinea pig for Heidelore's various experiments. She'd been stung by insects, had itching leaves rubbed on her skin, and drunk various foul mixtures with unpleasant effects. And it would have been one thing if the cures always worked – but if they did, there wouldn't be any reason to test them, would there? Many of them did nothing, and some even made the problem worse.

 

And now, she was expected to bare her bottom for a strapping from her boss. She HAD to find a way out of this. And from the way her mistress looked at her, she had to find it fast.

 

"You know," the apprentice said slowly, trying to buy herself time to think, "I believe I see a flaw in this…"

Spying on the maid (F/M story)

"Hello, Mister Blakeley," Reinhild greeted her employer as she entered his home. "I'll just go get changed, and I'll start cleaning."

Cornelius Blakeley gave her his usual bland smile. "Hello, Reinhild. I look forward to seeing you in your uniform."

"Yeah, I'll bet you do," she muttered to herself as she walked down the hall.

Reinhild had been working as a maid for Mister Blakeley for almost a year, and the job had its upsides and downsides. On the one hand, she only had to be there a few hours three days a week, the work was not too hard, and he paid extremely well. On the other, Mister Blakeley demanded that she wear an old-fashioned maid costume while she cleaned – he claimed he liked tradition, but she was fairly certain that he was just a pervert, particularly since he liked to sit there and watch her clean.

He also wanted her to wear high-heeled shoes. She'd even brought some comfortable slippers from home, telling him that her feet would feel much better at the end of the day, but he wouldn't budge. The house was also surprisingly untidy, though she didn't know if he was deliberately making a mess so that he could watch her clean it, or if he was just a slob by nature.

Her uniform was waiting for her in the back room where she kept her cleaning supplies. She changed and went straight to work.

In the living room, Mister Blakeley was sitting in his comfiest chair, a novel in his hand. Despite her employer seemingly being engrossed in his book, she could feel his eyes on her as she cleaned, particularly when she bent over to pick up something on the floor. "Think of the money," she muttered to herself. The thought made her work a lot more bearable.

At the end of the day, she returned to the back room to change into her own clothes, sighing to herself. She would go home, soak in the tub, rub her aching feet, and spend tomorrow shopping. Standing there in her bra and panties, she hung the uniform up, and reached for her own clothes, when she suddenly frowned, glancing at the door – surely she'd closed that when she entered, hadn't she?

She walked over to shut it, and gasped. Her employer was standing on the other side of the door, peeking at her through the crack.

When Reinhild was younger, she'd once noticed the boy next door spying on her through a gap in the curtains as she was changing. Obviously outraged, she'd slammed open the window, dragged him inside by the ear, thrown him over her lap, and spanked his bare bottom until it was bright red and he was howling for mercy. He never tried that stunt again – at least not to her.

It's likely that this event was on her mind as she once again found her privacy violated – and maybe it was her memories taking control. Before either of them had time to think, she reached forward and grabbed Mister Blakeley's ear, making him squeal.

"Spying on me changing!?" she snapped at him. "What kind of pervert are you?" There was a stool in the room that she would sit on while changing shoes, and she dragged him over to it. Finally letting go of his ear, she sat down and immediately unbuckled his belt. His expensive silk trousers were unbuttoned, unzipped, and lowered to his knees. Feebly, he tried to stop her, but she slapped his hands away. In a flash, he found himself bent over her knee, staring at the carpet with his bottom in the air.