Naked spanker (F/F story)

Erica frowned angrily as she stood at the door to her younger stepbrother's room, listening to the feminine moans coming from inside. When their mother had left for that weekend course, she'd expected Paul to bring his girlfriend Melanie over, but she had hoped he would have the courtesy of doing it when she was out.

 

If their mother found out about Paul's visitor, he'd be in a world of trouble. But if she told her, it would just be her word against his, and she knew that her mother would side with Paul again. She pouted. Get caught shoplifting and lying about a few times, and suddenly you're treated as if your word isn't worth anything around here.

 

Half an hour later, her gaze fell on her cell phone, resting on her desk. An evil idea started to form in her mind. Paul's word might be worth more than hers, but not more than a picture. As she stood there, holding the cell phone in her hand, she heard Paul moving through the halls as he asked Melanie if she wanted anything at the store. Erica panicked slightly. If Paul was already dressed and headed to the store, it was possible that Melanie was dressed as well. A photo of a pretty young woman in his room might be enough to get him in trouble, but not half as much as a photo of a naked young woman in his bed. She hastily made her way to his door, peeking into the room, and breathed a sigh of relief. Melanie was lying in his bed with a very satisfied grin on her lips, and there was little doubt about what exactly she'd just been up to.

 

Erica quickly pulled up her phone and snapped a picture, but the loud click was enough to get Melanie's attention. The woman looked over at her. “You're Erica, right? Paul's stepsister?” She sat up in the bed, staring cold daggers at her. “Would you care to tell me why you just took a picture of me?”

Helping Her 2: Dress-up (M/F story)

Sequel to Helping Her.

I couldn't contain my smile as my phone rang, and I saw that it was Mary on the other end of the line. It was a few months since Mary, my best friend's gorgeous big sister, had asked me to take her over my knee and give her a good spanking. I'll admit, it was a weird idea, but I found myself enjoying it more than I would have thought possible. Since then, Mary had gone back to college, living in a small apartment she rented. In one way, this was good; since there were no parents or siblings around, she could spend the entire day getting her bottom smacked without anyone barging in on us.

 

On the other hand, Mary's college was an hour or two away by bus, meaning that we could only see each other at weekends. I spent most weekends at her place now, counting the seconds between each visit.

 

"Hey Rick, that order I placed online finally arrived," she told me.

 

"Going to tell me what it is?" I asked. She told me two weeks ago that she'd ordered something online, but she refused to tell me what. I'd threatened to spank it out of her, and she'd told me that would be fruitless, but I was welcome to try.

 

"Let me put it this way: Have you ever wanted to paddle a cheerleader?"

 

To tell you the truth, I had never given it a moment's consideration before. Yes, I know, not much of a spanko, am I? Well, I'm knew to all this. "I do now," I told her.

 

"Well, make sure you get on that bus this weekend, and I'll see what I can do."

 

She hung up, without as much as a 'goodbye'. She referred to this as 'bratting for a spanking'. Well, I was going to do my very best to oblige.

Helping Her (M/F story)

Sometimes, it's possible to go back and pinpoint the moment, the exact moment, when an important part of your life began. Other times, it's a gradual process. This was the former.

 

I can't tell you when the first time I talked to Mary was, of course. She was the older sister of David, one of my best friends. Mary and David were quite good friends, in spite of being siblings, and the three of us played together several times growing up. She was several years older, of course, but still fun to be around.

 

But even though I'd talked to her before, and we'd played games growing up, I still consider that night the origin of what was to happen.

 

A month or two before my eighteenth birthday, I was staying the night at their house. Mary was home from, spending time preparing for her exams. David and I had played video games until he fell college asleep, at which point I picked up a book and started reading. At one point, I had to go to the bathroom, and I sneaked off, tiptoeing to avoid waking anyone. After all, everyone else was asleep. It least, that's what I thought. On my way back, however, I thought I heard crying coming from Mary's room.

 

The door was slightly ajar, so I stopped to peek in, seeing if everything was all right. I had expected to see her either crying to herself or fast asleep (I wasn't entirely sure I'd heard crying). Those two things, I was prepared for. What I was not prepared for, however, was to see her kneeling on the bed, nightshirt raised to bare her bottom, smacking herself with a small hairbrush. But that is what I saw.

The Student and the Landlady (F/F story)

 “So, you are interested in renting the apartment?” Cynthia asked the young woman.

 

“Yes, Miss Ellis,” Tracy replied. Tracy Everett was about twenty years old, with short brown hair and a slim frame. She wasn't a tall woman – in fact, she was half a foot shorter than Cynthia. But there was something about her that commanded respect, something that made her more intimidating than her young age and short frame would suggest.

 

“I've finished my bachelor's degree, and I want to get started on my Master's as soon as possible. This apartment is about as close to my new school as I can get.”

 

“Oh my, how efficient,” Cynthia replied. The woman was more than a decade older than Tracy, had blonde hair and a curvier body, and she also lacked the radiating confidence that the student had. She smiled at her new tenant, but there was something about the younger girl that made her slightly nervous, and she wasn't entirely sure what.

 

Cynthia had handed her the contract, and Tracy was thumbing through it. While she committed every last detail to memory, she also glanced at her new landlady, carefully studying her. The woman wore very conservative clothing, and little make-up. Her body was certainly one that could be shown off, but she chose not to. That was interesting. The woman's eyes kept looking at Tracy's body, but if she felt observed, she would look away, as if she was afraid of getting caught. Possibly not as straight as she imagined herself to be, Tracy concluded.

 

So her new landlady had an attraction to the female form she wouldn't admit to anyone, possibly including herself, and didn't seem to be particularly confident. The efficient student had learned all she could about Cynthia, and knew she'd been single for some time. Her conclusion was that, given the right stimuli, the woman would be very easy to dominate. Tracy had a feeling she would have great fun at this place.

 

“Consider the apartment rented, miss Ellis.”

Will against will (M/F story)

 He rubbed his forehead in pure frustration. This wasn't working. He looked up at his girlfriend, as she stood there, facing the corner with her hands on her head. Her entire body was telegraphing her unwillingness to give in.

 

"All you have to do is call her and tell her you're sorry, and this will all be over."

 

"I am not saying sorry," she said calmly.

 

He picked up the hairbrush, patting it against his palm. "You know, you can make this a lot easier on yourself."

 

"I am not saying sorry," she repeated, as calmly as before.

Snow in the Dark (F/F story)

Katherine was standing on the balcony, wearing only a thin pair of pyjamas, and looked at the snow falling silently over the neighbourhood. She wondered briefly if there was anything more beautiful than a calm snowfall a dark night in January, covering the world like a big, white blanket. She couldn't think of anything.

 

"What are you looking at?" Veronica joined her on the balcony, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She walked over to Katherine and gave her girlfriend a hug.

 

"The first snow of the year. Look how beautiful it is!"

 

Veronica looked at the white flakes floating in the wind. Even though she didn't have Katherine's love of snow, she had to admit that the neighbourhood was remarkably pretty that night.

 

For a while, they just stood there, silently watching the falling snow. Katherine was resting her head on Veronica’s shoulder, a bit overwhelmed by the sight. Finally, Veronica cleared her throat, and with a small smile on her lips, she whispered into her beloved's ear: "You know, Katherine, you know you shouldn’t be out here at this time of night. You have to be at work tomorrow, and should really get some sleep."

 

Katherine immediately understood what Veronica was thinking. "You're right. I think I need to be punished for this," she said with a large smile. She had a feeling they were going to play.

Distracting (M/F story)

I knew Therese didn’t want to go to the party tonight. I had been married to her long enough to know that. But somehow, she thought that I was unaware of this, so she decided to tell me – repeatedly – that she did not want to go.

 

I reminded her that I wasn't the one that had accepted the invitation, and that a few very good friends expected us to be there. The only answer I got, was a childish "I don't want to!" If she had stamped her foot, the image of the stubborn six-year-old would have been complete.

 

I was standing in the bathroom shaving when she entered to take her shower. Out of the corner in my eye, I could see her taking quite some time taking her clothes off. I turned to tell her to hurry up. As she wriggled out of the tight jeans with slow, sensual movements, I realized that my cunning little minx was trying to get me focused on something quite different than the party.

 

"Nice try, Therese, but you promised we would be at the party, and I plan on making you keep that promise." She turned around with innocent eyes, pretending she didn’t know what I was talking about. Those innocent eyes were less convincing when she at the same time breathed in and pushed her chest forward. We had been married for five years, and that body could still take my breath away.

The Hiking Cabin (M/F story)

I had been walking for three hours when I felt the first raindrops against my skin.
 
I had a few days off, and had decided to walk in the mountains all day. Unfortunately, I was in no way dressed for rain, so the next few hours could be quite uncomfortable. I looked up at the dark clouds and decided that this was most likely more than a light shower. I checked the map, and noticed that there was a small hiking cabin less than fifteen minutes away – free to use for any member of the public.
 
A small, cosy hut squeezed between the trees on the path. It looked old, but in good condition, and it would do nicely to protect me from the rain. The interior consisted of a small table, a few chairs, and a bench. Sitting on one of the chairs was a redheaded girl with a large smile. I smiled back. Maybe the next few hours would be more enjoyable than I had expected.
She told me that her name was Sarah, and she looked to be a year or two younger than me. She turned out to be remarkably easy to talk to, and we had one of those long, interesting conversations you can only have when you meet a stranger far from everyone else. An hour slipped by, and the rain had stopped. We walked outside, and I learned to my disappointment that she was heading another way.
 
She surprised me by suddenly giving me a hug, before leaving the cabin. I must confess that I focused my gaze on an unusually attractive part of her anatomy as she left, but like I said, it was unusually attractive.
 
I continued down the path, and thought about the girl. She had made a strong impression on me. After maybe half an hour I noticed that something was wrong. The jeans I was wearing were tighter than the ones I usually wear, so everything in my pockets presses against my thighs as I walk. In my left pocket I keep my keys, and my right pocket usually contained my wallet. It was no longer there.

A small bet (M/F story)

 Erica crept closer to her boyfriend Keith, resting her head against his chest, feeling his heartbeat against her cheek. They were snuggling on the couch, watching an old detective film on TV – Keith had control of the remote for the evening. She had never been as interested in these films as he was. She'd done some acting in her teens, but was in no way an expert, and it depressed her how often she felt she could do better than the actors and actresses on screen.

 

He lowered his head towards hers, and she was expecting a quick kiss or two, but instead, he whispered into her ear: "How would you feel about a little bet?" There was an eager confidence in his voice.

 

"A bet?" she replied, looking up at him.

 

"Yes. I think I've figured out this film," he said confidently as he nodded towards the screen. "I'll tell you who the killer is, right now, and if I'm right, I win the bet. If I'm wrong, you win."

 

"What are we betting?" she asked, sitting up; she wanted to be sure she didn't agree to something she'd regret.

 

"Well, if I'm wrong, I'll take you to that fancy new restaurant downtown."

 

"That Italian place?" she asked him, excitement clear in her voice. They didn't get to eat at places like that too often.

 

"Yes. A nice evening out tomorrow, just the two of us – candlelit dinner, the works," he said, running his fingers through her hair. An evil grin spread across his face as he continued: "But if I'm right, if I have figured this out, I get to give you a spanking."

The teacher (M/F story)

 Jacob once again found himself in detention, the sixth time in three weeks. If he'd been the worst behaved in his class, he wouldn't have minded, but he was by no means the noisiest kid in the room. Well, "kid" wasn't really the right word; he was in upper sixth form, and legally an adult, but as long as he was in school, he was under their authority. Which he wouldn't have minded, if that authority acted fairly.

 

He looked up at his teacher, sitting at her desk in the front of the classroom. He didn't know why Sarah Collier, the tall woman with the blonde hair, had decided she hated him, but it was becoming increasingly clear to him that she did. He'd only been in her class for a month, but there was no doubt at all what she thought of him.

 

To be fair, there were a lot of teachers that were annoyed with Jacob. He was that kind of charismatic kid that never seemed to pay attention, yet still got decent grades, Some teachers said he wasted his potential, others that he was a bad example to the other students. But none of them hated him like miss Collier did.

 

He hadn't really thought about WHY before, but he found himself with a bit of time on his hands, and decided to tackle the problem. Was it something he'd did, or said, during his first week or so? He thought back. Nothing came to mind.

 

Could it be something about his parents, did they pick on her at school or something, which she saw fit to take out on him? No. He remembered that Collier had only been in town a few years, and as far as he knew, she'd never met his parents. He couldn't think of anything to explain her hatred of him. Well, there was one easy way to find out.

 

“Miss Collier?” She looked up from her paperwork to look at him. “Why do you hate me?”

Lisa's Turn (M/F story)

A short sequel to Lisa's Mother, which I uploaded last week.

 

 It was a week since my girlfriend Lisa and I had been to her mother’s place to help her move, and therefore a week since I had pulled her mother over my knee and spanked her bottom. Since then, Lisa and her mother had spoken a couple of times over the phone, and I was impressed with the progress I had made. Mrs Milton didn’t deliver her usual barbed insults. Her daughter, however, saw this as some kind of trick, and was as rude as before. It pained me to see such strife between a mother and daughter, so I sat down with Lisa to convince her to give her mother a new chance. "Maybe you’re right, maybe this is a trick," I said. "But what if it isn’t? Don’t you owe it to your mother to make an effort?"

 

"This isn’t your concern! Just stay out of this. This is between that venomous snake and me."

 

When we got back, I had shown Lisa the paddle that we had found in the cupboard, the one both she and I had felt on our backsides while we were growing up. Now, I felt myself grasping the hilt of the thing, lying peacefully on the dresser nearby. "You watch your tone with me;" I said, pointing the paddle at her, "or you’ll be feeling this on your backside."