The Baron's daughter (f/F story)

 "You must be Claire Hulme," the Baron said, holding out his hand. While shook it, she took a moment to study her new employer. Baron Laney was a short man, but she could tell there was great strength in his arms, should he care to use it. Potentially a very scary man, but there was something in his eyes that told her he wasn't; he didn't have the strength of character.

After a short meeting, where she was instructed in her new duties, Claire was taken to meet the girl she would be responsible for, during the months that the Baron was out of the country. She knew a few things about her; her name was Katherine, after a local saint. She was in her late teens. And she had been quite a bother for her previous caretakers. That didn't matter. Claire never feared challenges.

Katherine was in the training room, practising her fencing. Claire frowned; she had always found the sport quite unladylike. One of the servants informed the lady that the new caretaker was here, and Katherine removed her mask, stepping over to greet the newcomer.

And as soon as she looked at her face, Claire was struck by how unlike her father the girl was. There was no uncertainty, no weakness, in her eyes. She had a very dominating personality, and she didn't care to hide it. Claire found herself thankful that she didn't seem to have inherited her father's physical strength.

Later, Claire was in her room, reading a book, when she suddenly noticed Katherine leaning against the mantelpiece, grinning at her. She frowned; she hadn't heard the girl knock.

"What are you doing in here, girl?"

"Father has left," Katherine said, taking a step forward, still that wolf-like grin on her face. The Baron went away that morning, and wouldn't be back for weeks. "From now on, I'm in charge."

"I beg your pardon, young lady!?"

"I'm in charge," the girl repeated, as if talking to a particularly dim servant – or a child. "You do as I say."

"Your father left me in charge, girl," Claire said, trying to regain the authority that she could feel slipping from her fingers under those cold, blue eyes. "You're going to obey ME, not the other way around."

"Oh?" Katherine said, raising an eyebrow. "We'll see about that."

The book fell to the floor as Katherine grabbed her caretaker's wrist. Claire found herself on her feet, then off them again as Katherine sat down on the bed, pulling the struggling woman over her knee.

Caught by the neigbour (F/m story)

The whole thing started with Jacob, by his window, gazing at the stars. He quite enjoyed staring at the little lights blinking so far overhead. This night, however, he found something else to draw his attention.

The closest neighbour of Jacob and his parents was Beth. Beth was around thirty years, and Jacob had always found her very attractive. She was a tall, shapely blonde with a nice smile and an even nicer body. Her bedroom window faced Jacob’s, but his was on the third floor; hers was on the first. Jacob had never given the window much thought; she kept the curtains closed most of the time, so there was rarely anything to see.

Tonight, however, was different.

Jacob realized three things as he looked down at his shapely neighbour’s window. First of all, that most of her clothes were at the floor, as she tried on outfit after outfit. Second, that he was too high up to get a good look at what was happening. Thirdly, that outside Beth’s window, there were some bushes that would give him a much better view. He hurried outside as quietly as he could, as to not wake up his parents.

When he got to the bushes, Jacob found to his surprise and joy that what little clothes Beth had been wearing, had joined the rest at the floor. Jacob was no stranger to the shadier sites of the web, and had seen quite a few girls wearing very little clothes, and hordes of girls wearing none at all. But he had found very little that could compete with his neighbour. She had the most wonderfully round, full bottom he had ever seen, and he could watch this all day.

After she had faced away from him for some time, looking into her closet, giving Jacob a perfect view of her rear end, she turned to pick up some clothes that was lying on the bed. Now, Jacob could view a triangular patch of hair that made his erection even larger. He lifted his gaze to concentrate on her breasts, but noticed something different; her eyes. They were large, blue and beautiful. They were cold, with just a hint of anger. And they were looking straight at him.

Beth leaned forward, opened the window a little, and whispered coldly to him; "Go inside the house and wait for me in the living room. NOW." The smile that always danced at her lips was gone, and Jacob didn’t even consider not doing as she asked.

Attitude (m/f story)

"Can you come straight home from school today, Ann? I need some help outside."

Ann sighed. Staying at her brother's place was a lot better than with her parents, but even he nagged her. "I was going to go to the mall!"

"You can go afterwards. And weren't you there yesterday?"

"It's a big mall," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Well, you're helping me today, so deal. And I'd lose the attitude if I were you, missy."

"Oh, fuck off." Seeing the look on his face, she realized her mistake just a second too late.

"Come here." He patted his lap.

"Chris, I didn't mean it, I-"

"I don't have time for this. Come here."

"Now, if you'll just -"

"Do you want me to get the paddle, young lady?"

She didn't. Slowly, she made her way over to her scowling brother. She lifted her skirt up and lowered herself over his lap, as she had so many times before. He lowered her panties and started spanking, wasting no time on a warm-up; she was going to school soon, and didn't have a lot of time.

One hand around her waist to keep her from squirming away, he spanked hard and fast, covering her bottom in hard slaps.

"Are you going to lose that attitude, Ann?"

"Ow! Yes, I promise."

"And you're going to go straight home from school today?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Are you going to watch your language in the future?"

"Yes, sir," she said through the tears rolling down her face.

When he was satisfied that she had learned her lesson, he helped her to her feet. She stood there, jumping from foot to foot as she tried to rub the sting away. When she thought he was far away that he wouldn't hear her, she let out a small, silent "Bastard."

He turned around, and from the look on his face, she realized that she hadn't been as silent as she thought she had been.

"I went easy on you," he said as he dragged her over his knee, "because I thought you'd might like to sit somewhat comfortably during your school day. I guess I was wrong."

Ann didn't think he could spank harder than he had during her first spanking, but she soon found out just how wrong she had been. She kicked her legs, pleading for the spanking to stop, but he ignored her. He held her down and kept smacking until he felt she was sorry enough

He helped her to her feet and marched her to a corner.

"School's in thirty minutes. You're going to stay here, hands on your head and butt on display, for fifteen, and I'll drive you. If you move or talk at ALL during your corner time, you'll be getting the belt when you get home. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good." He gave her one last slap before leaving her to think.

A Tempting Target (M/F story)

 Brian had always loved the clean-up after a party. When his friends had parties, he was the guy that always stayed behind to help. He knew this made him strange, but he had accepted it long ago. It was just something about how it was all evidence that a good time had been had, and how fun the next party would be. He couldn't explain it, but he never felt the need to.

Usually, there were a couple of people willing to help out, but tonight, it was just him and the host. The host was Steph, a small redhead that he'd known for a few years. 'Steph' was short for Stephanie, he knew that, but no one ever called her that. It was Steph, and had always been.

It had been a pool party, and they were both still dressed in their swimwear. This made Brian feel somewhat strange; in addition to being cute, Steph had the most well-shaped rear end he'd seen, and in the tiny bikini she was wearing, he got more than an eyeful. He tried to be covert about his staring, but he had a feeling she could tell.

They were placing the last remnants of the beer in the fridge when it happened. Steph was bending over to place something on the bottom shelf, leaving Brian with the best view of his life, when he stepped forward to give that cute little bottom a good smack. It was irresistible.

She jumped to her feet and faced him, and Brian got ready for her rage. To his surprise, she didn't yell at him or slap his face or anything, just studied him, before saying, “Don't start something you don't intend to finish.”

Fair's fair (F/ff and ff/F story)

Mary Benton placed her hands at her hips as she glared at her two daughters. "What have your father and I told you about these?" She held up the pack of cigarettes that she'd taken from them a few minutes before.

Corinne looked at the floor, unable to face her mother's wrath. Leanne held her gaze, but didn't answer. When they'd lit up, they had thought that their mother was out shopping. They hadn't expected her to get home so fast, and they hadn't anticipated how smelly the cigarettes were.

Mrs Benton looked from one to the other. "I had expected better from you. You're both in your teens, you'll soon be adults, and you'd better start acting like it soon." She folded her hands across her chest. "Right. Into the living room. You're both getting a paddling."

They'd known it was coming, but it was still scary to hear the words spoken aloud. Corinne looked tear-eyed at her mother. "Please, not the paddle! We won't do it again, honest!" Leanne just rose to her feet; she knew that trying to talk their way out of their punishment was useless.

"Get going, Corinne," Mary said, giving her youngest daughter a swat when she didn't move fast enough. Corinne jumped into the air, giving off a little yelp. Leanne rolled her eyes at her younger sister's theatrics.

Mrs Benton got the paddle from the drawer in the hallway, patting it against her palm. "Right. Which one of you will be first?"

Leanne looked over at her sister, who was trembling and biting her lip. She sighed, wondering why her sister had to be such a baby every time they got punished. She stepped forward.

"Raise your skirt and bend over the chair," Mrs Benton told her oldest daughter. Leanne did as instructed, leaning forward, placing her hands on the seat of the chair and pushing her bottom out as far as she could manage. No use earning extras.

"I think ten strokes should do it. Brace yourself."

In Her Office (F/M story)

There was nothing in the world I hated more than being asked by my wife to stop by her office. My wife, Diane, worked at a small office in the middle of the city. All of her employees were young, intelligent good-looking women. And every single one of them knew that Diane spanked me.

Most of the time, Diane punished me in the privacy of our own home. She bared my bottom, pulled me over her lap and smacked me with her hairbrush until I was truly sorry. But sometimes, if she learned of my misbehaviour while she was at work, or really wanted to humiliate me, she would ask me to stop by her office. Today was such a day.

As I entered the office, the first girl I saw was Karen. Karen is probably my least favourite person in the whole world. She’s a redhead that looks like a cat toying with a mouse. She’s an old friend of my wife, and has not only seen me punished at work, but at home as well. Once, when my wife felt I had been too rude to her guest, she had even gotten to punish me herself. Whenever she saw me, her face turned into a gloating sneer.

Karen turned around and shouted towards my wife’s office. “Diane, your husband’s here!” It was clear that she wanted the entire office to know.

Diane marched towards me, clearly irritated. “Do you know what you’ve done?” she asked me. I shook my head; I didn’t have a clue. “Do you remember my friend Alice, the policewoman?” I nodded. “Earlier today, she called me about the speeding ticket you got last month. Remember that?” I nodded; that spanking had been one of the worst I had received. “Remember how you promised to pay it before it became a problem?” I nodded. “Well, if Alice hadn’t intervened today, that ticket would become a problem.”

Not wasting a second, she grabbed my ear and dragged me into the office. I heard the snickering of the girls in the office, and a surprised gasp. This was strange, but I had other things of my mind, so I didn’t think too much of it.

When we got to her office, my wife told me to drop my trousers and underpants and stand in the corner. She sat down, taking a few phone calls while I stood there waiting. By this point, one or more of the girls would usually find some excuse to come into the room while I stood there with my rear on display.

Today, it was Grace, a tall blonde who entered the office to deliver a report she had completed. She handed to my wife, and stood there for a while making small talk. I could almost feel her eyes on my bottom.

After fifteen minutes in the corner, my wife called me over. She rolled her office chair back to allow free movement of her arms, picked up the hairbrush from her purse, and pulled me over her knee.

She wasted no time with warm-ups or lecturing, but started smacking my rear end with the hairbrush. The hairbrush was small, covering very little area, so Diane compensated by smacking fast and covering my entire bottom.

Diane was a firm believer of quick punishment, and soon, I was crying loudly. I had started kicking my legs, and begging for her to let me up. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Me still draped over her lap, she called out for whomever it was to enter.

In came Grace, smiling as she saw me lying with my pink, bare bottom in the air. With her was a short brunette I had never seen before. Grace looked at my wife. “Diane, it turns out Michelle here has never heard about how you deal with Benjamin. I was wondering if she could stay here and watch?”

“Were you planning to stay as well?” My wife said knowingly.

“That was the idea, yes,” Grace replied.

“I don’t see why not,” she said. When she was sure her audience were sitting comfortably, she continued the spanking.

She spanked even harder than before, taking more pride in her work when she had an audience. I tried my best to remain collected when others were watching, but soon, I was crying and kicking my legs again. I heard the new girl gasp in amazement. “Wow! His butt’s so red!”

My wife laughed. “With a strong hairbrush and a stronger will, it’s not hard. Come, feel his bottom.” Michelle walked forward, and gently poked my bottom. Then, she slowly rubbed it.

“It’s really warm,” she said, sounding surprised.

“Do you want to try this?” My fears were confirmed when the hairbrush rubbed my bottom again. Michelle gave me a couple of light pats, trying to work up the courage. The pats grew harder until they turned into smacks, and soon after, she was laying it on my poor bottom as hard as Diane did.

“That’s enough,” Diane laughed. The hairbrush changed hands again, and when Michelle had sat back down, Diane continued.

All resistance I had due to my audience was gone, and I was shamelessly kicking my legs and begging for the spanking to stop. Luckily, soon after, the spanking stopped.

As Diane directed me back into the corner, I heard the girls going back to work. I knew that at least one of my wife’s employees would come into the room to see my red bottom, but since there was little I could do about it, I didn’t think too much about it.

I heard my wife whistling silently near me, clearly satisfied about a job well done.

Alexander and Adeline 2: Meeting Again (M/F story)

 Ten years later, Alexander was sitting in a carriage headed for the royal summer palace. His father had been invited to speak to the king about some minor matter, and had been told that he could bring his son along.

Alexander dried his sweaty hands on his trousers. This would be the first time he met Princess Adeline since that adventurous summer, and he was feeling nervous. He was anxious to see her again, but also worried about how she’d receive him – would she be angry about the liberties he’d taken? She was a princess, after all, and probably more aware of her status than she’d been at ten years old.

When they arrived, his father was shown into his audience with the king, while Alexander was directed to the library, where Adeline was thumbing through a book. She was now almost as tall as him, and had a strikingly beautiful figure. She was dressed in white cotton trousers a white top, and simple sandals, and her long hair was tied back in a ponytail. She looked up when he entered.

He was about to bow respectfully, when she suddenly ran forward and hugged him. “Alexander! It’s so good to see you!” A few of the maids present looked up at this unexpected display of emotion, but quickly minded their own business.

“Princess Adeline,” he said as respectfully as he could. “It warms my heart to see -”

“Still a twit, I see,” she said, smiling at him. “I thought we could go for a walk and talk for a bit, make up for lost time. Does that sound good to you?”

They headed down to the lake, where Adeline sat down by the bank and began throwing rocks into the water, like she’d done all those years before. He sat down a respectful distance away from her, but she immediately scooted over to him. “You know,” she said, whispering into his ear. “It’s going to be a few hours before we have to be back to dinner. I was thinking we could head into the forest and see if we find our old hiding place. Aptly named, really. I got a lot of good hidings there." She rubbed her backside theatrically and made a pouting face.

He quickly glanced around to confirm that no one was nearby to see them. He really didn’t want to explain why the princess was rubbing her butt in his presence.

“So, what do you think?” she said. “Care to pick up where we left off?”

He opened and closed his mouth a few times. “I don’t… this isn’t...”

“What’s up with you, Alexander? You seem so distant.” She threw another rock into the lake. “You know, the only reason why I convinced my father to summon your father here, was so that the two of us could see each other again. Why don’t you want to go play with me?” A thought suddenly struck her. “Do you have a girlfriend waiting for you?” He shook his head. “A boyfriend, then?” He shook his head again, and she added, “What is it, then?”

“I just don’t think it’s appropriate,” he told her. “You’re a princess, the heir to the throne, and I’m -” He shook his head again. “It’s inappropriate.”

“It wasn’t inappropriate last time we met.”

“It was, but we were too young to realize,” he told her. “We know better now. I’m pretty sure that -” he lowered his voice, just in case, “that spanking a royal bottom is some form of treason.”

“I just don’t see why our statuses matter so much to you. I enjoyed what we did together, and I think you did too.” Seeing him blush, she continued, “I want to pick up where we left off.”

“I do too,” he admitted, “It’s just… inappropriate.”

“So, this is all because I’m the princess, is that it? Well, in that case,” she said, folding her arms in front of her. “Alexander, future Lord of the Silver Marshes, I ORDER you to take me into the woods and spank my bottom. Is that understood?”

He shook his head.” I can’t -”

She glared. “Are you refusing a direct order from the heir to the throne? That can have consequences, you know. Now, do as I say immediately.”

Despite himself, he smiled. Adeline had her own spin on diplomacy and negotiations.

They soon found the disused cabin. “The dust’s gone,” he observed.

“Yes, I went out here a few days ago and had a quick clean. I didn’t want us to return to dinner with dusty clothes.”

“You cleaned it yourself?” he asked.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m royal, not disabled. Besides, I didn’t want anyone else to know about the place. It’s our little secret, and I want it to remain that way.”

They entered the cabin. Like he’d done so many times before, Alexander picked up one of the chairs and placed it in the middle of the room. He sat down, and the princess immediately placed herself across his lap. Her weight was more noticeable, and her arms and legs could touch the floor – the last time she’d been over his knee, she’d been a lot shorter.

He grabbed her trousers and jerked them down to her knees.

“Careful!” she scolded. “This is expensive fabric, and I’d rather not have to tell anyone why my trousers are ripped. Neither would you, I expect.”

Alexander gazed down at the snow-white cheeks below him, barely covered by a pair of thin white panties. In the years since he’d seen her, Adeline had grown into a woman, with a woman’s curves. He started to rub her bottom, gently pinching and stroking her. She began to breathe heavily. “This is different,” she said after a while.

He slowly lifted his hand and brought it down on her pale bottom. Her breathing intensified as she began to wriggle around. He spanked slowly and carefully, enjoying the sight of her bottom bouncing around under his palm.

Suddenly, she gasped. “Oh! I can feel your…” she took a deep breath. “You’re poking me in the stomach.

He blushed, realizing how aroused he was. “Sorry,” he said.

“Don’t be,” she told him. “It’s having a similar effect on me.” He could see a dark patch on the crotch of her panties.

After a few minutes, her bottom had turned pink, and they’d reached the point where they had usually stopped. But Alexander didn’t want it to end, and he didn’t think that’s what she wanted, either. Slowly, he reached forward and placed his fingers in the waistband of her panties. She squeaked in surprise, but didn't protest. After a few seconds like that, she lifted her hips, waiting for him to slide her panties down. He did so, slowly and carefully.

For the first time in his life, he looked down at her bare bottom. He began to rub it again, slowly going in circles on her perfect rear end.

“You’re beautiful,” he said after a while. She blushed, hanging her head low.

“Spank me,” she said. “Don’t stop now. Please!” He did as she instructed.

With gentle strokes, he spanked her bottom, while she moaned and squirmed over his lap. The once-pale cheeks were slowly turning red under his firm palm.

There were tears in her eyes when he helped her off his lap, but she eagerly grabbed his shoulders, kissing him passionately. After a brief second of surprised paralysis, he kissed her back, his hands circling her waist. When she pulled back, breathlessly, they looked into each other’s eyes and knew that their relationship would never be the same.

Alexander and Adeline 1: Summer Children (m/f story)

 It all started when Alexander, oldest son of the Lord of the Silver Marshes, was eleven years old. He was spending the summer on his father's holiday estates on the shore of the Fossegrim Lake, which was located not too far from the royal summer palace.

Alexander was down at the lake, staring out across the water, when a girl suddenly approached him. “Hi there,” she said with a friendly smile. “I didn’t know there were other kids around. I’m Adeline. I’m ten.”

Adeline was a short, friendly girl with long, blonde hair and bright green eyes, and was wearing a simple, white summer dress. He gave her a brief nod. “How do you do? I am Alexander, son of Frederick, the Lord -.”

She giggled. “No need for all of that! I went for a walk to get AWAY from that formal stuff. I just wanted to know if you wanted to play. Though I suppose you’re not really dressed for playing at the moment.”

Alexander looked down at the tailored suit he was wearing. “I’m dressed to suit my stature,” he told her.

“You’re dressed like a twit,” she replied.

He folded his arms in front of his chest. “You watch your tongue. You know, as your elder, I’m going to take you across my knee and spank you if you don’t behave.”

He’d meant to give her a little fright, and maybe make her start showing him the respect he felt he deserved. The girl gasped, and her heart seemed to skip a beat. “Really? I don’t think you’d really do that.”

“Why don’t you behave, and you won’t have to find out?” he said smugly.

She sat down on the shore, and started to throw rocks into the lake. After a minute or so, he joined her. “So would you do it?” she said eventually.

“Do what?”

“Spank me. Would you do that?”

He thought about it. “I don’t know,” he said honestly.

“Have you ever spanked anyone before?”

“No. I once saw one of the maids spanking her daughter, though. We’d been playing outside, and she’s messed up her dress.” The girl seemed intrigued, so he continued. “The maid took one look at the girl, and then pulled her over her knee before raising her dress and lowering her panties.”

“Really?”

“Uh huh. She kept spanking that girl until her bottom was red, and she was squealing loudly.”

The girl sat there, thinking. “So, you’ve never spanked anyone before?”

“Never,” he replied.

They sat in silence for a few minutes. “I’ve never been spanked before.” He didn’t respond, and she added, “Maybe we should do something about that.”

“Huh?”

“I know of a little cabin in the woods near here. It’s never used, so I like to go there to think. It’s my little secret place.” She looked over at him. “We could go there, and you could spank me.”

He stared at her. Was she being serious?

She took his hand. “Come on,” she said. “I’ll show you the way.”

A few minutes later, they were standing outside a disused woodcutter’s lodge in the forest. The door was locked, but Adeline pulled out a key that was hidden under a rock. The inside was dusty, with a few beds, a table, and four chairs.

“So,” she said, looking at him. She was grinning nervously, as if she was both eager about and dreading what was about to happen. “How do we do this?”

Alexander wasn’t too sure, either, but he decided to take charge. He pulled out one of the chairs, placing it in the centre of the room, before sitting down. “I think you’d better lie across my lap,” he told her. She did so.

He looked down at the seat of her white dress, before grabbing the hem and pulling it up to her back. This revealed a pair of white cotton panties, covering a pale rear end. When he placed his fingers inside the waistband of her panties, she gasped. “No!” she said. “Don’t do that.”

He hesitated. “But the maid -”

“I know. But leave them up. Please?” she looked at him with large, pleading eyes. He let go of her panties, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Nervously, he began to spank her. His palm struck her pale bottom, causing it to jiggle slightly. She wriggled a bit, but there was a wide grin on her face that made it quite clear how she felt.

At the back of his mind, he wondered if he should be lecturing her now. “You’ve been a bad girl, Adeline,” he told her in his best attempt at a strict voice. From the way she giggled, he guessed that it wasn’t quite as strict as he hoped. “And now, you are going to pay for your misbehaviour.”

“Oh no,” she said theatrically, wriggling her backside. “Please, don’t spank me, Alexander. I’ll be good.”

The sting began to grow, and she was soon squealing every time his hand landed, but she never lost her grin. Her backside was now turning pink, and after a few minutes, Alexander stopped. “Have you learned your lesson now, girl?” he said.

“Oh, yes, sir, I’ll be ever so good!” she said, in her best attempt to sound contrite. As it turned out, her acting skills weren’t any better than his.

She rose to her feet and began to rub her bottom.

“How do you feel?” he said. “Does it hurt?”

“No,” she said. “It stung a little while you were spanking me, but it doesn’t really hurt. My butt’s warm and tingly. It feels really nice,” she told him. “I’m not sure we did it right.”

They locked the door as they left the cabin. “This was fun,” she told him. “We’ll have to do this again. Should we meet down by the lake tomorrow?”

“Sure,” he told her, giving her a friendly smile. “I’m glad I met you, Adeline.”

“I’m glad I met you too, twit,” she said, giggling.

They walked out of the woods and headed home, him going back to his father’s estate, and her heading for the royal summer palace. As she watched her, cogs began to turn in his head.

If Alexander had paid a little more attention in his studies, maybe he would have recognized her earlier as Princess Adeline, heir apparent of the kingdom. He would probably have spoken differently to her when they first met, and things would likely not have played out the same way. But he hadn’t.

Adeline and Alexander spent the rest of that summer together. They would often play outside, fishing on the lake or picking berries in the woods. At least once a day, they would return to the cabin, their secret little hiding place in the woods. He would take her over his knee and spank her bottom while she wriggled, giggled, squealed, and grinned like she was about to die from happiness. This had quickly become their favourite game. He never again tried to pull her panties down, deciding not to push his luck.

When summer ended, they both returned home, and the two friends began to drift apart. As Alexander grew older, he began to realize just who she was, and how lucky they’d been that no one had found out what the two of them were up to. If anyone learned that the heir of the kingdom had been taken across the knee and spanked by the son of – if truth be told – one of the lesser lords of the land, it could have become a scandal.

Her wish (M/F story)

 Roger stood by himself in the living room and tried to understand the sentence whirling around in his head. He filled another glass of brandy, took a small sip, and repeated the sentence again. "Caroline wants me to spank her," he said to himself. "My girlfriend wants me to take her over my lap, pull down her panties and slap her bottom until she starts to cry."

He concluded that it still didn't make sense. He assumed it wouldn't start to make sense if he continued to stand there, and another brandy probably wouldn't give new insight, but he saw no reason not to try. He had always seen himself as someone who would try new things. Last week, for example, he had finally given in to his lover's requests and promised that he would perform violence on her. His promise had made her so happy she almost cried. And he had tried; several times in the last week he had taken her over his lap and tried to spank her. But he couldn't – he didn't know how to give her what she wanted.

He reluctantly put the bottle away. He still hoped that everything would make sense if he had a few drinks, but it hadn't helped so far. And he had to be careful not to drink too much; what he was about to do would be difficult enough, and if he attempted it under the influence, it was guaranteed to go wrong.

Caroline was standing in the bedroom, with her nose in the corner and her hands on her back. He hadn't asked her to stand there, to think about the punishment that was due, but she pretended that he had. Goosebumps appeared as she thought about those large, powerful hands of his that were about to land on her unprotected rear end.

Deep inside, she knew that she shouldn't hope for too much. After all, he'd tried a few times, and he still couldn't do it. It was not natural to him; he just wasn't created like that. But if she continued to advise him, and tried to guide him, it had to work eventually?

He entered the room and sat down on the side of the bed. She turned toward him, and with a flirty gaze she leaned over his lap. She would prefer to stand in front of him, looking shamefully at the floor while he lectured her, before he pulled her over his lap. But those things would have to come later, when the essentials were in place.

He had to draw his breath as he lifted her skirt, and Caroline smiled to herself as she felt something press against her stomach. She was wearing a pair of sexy silk panties that he loved to see her in – or, more correctly, he loved to pull them off her.

As Roger grabbed the panties and started to lower them, he felt like he was ruining a work of art. A backside like this in panties like these should be in every art gallery on the planet. Her rear end was lovely on its own, he admitted as his hand began to stroke it. He wished that this was all they had to do that evening – groping her butt before they jumped into bed – but she wanted something else, and he would do his best to give it to her.

His first strokes were light – some light slaps she barely noticed. He drew his breath and tried again. Don't be afraid, you're not hurting me, she'd said. He wished he could rely on that. He gave her some harder smacks with his flat hand.

"Roger," she moaned. "It's a butt you're spanking, not a TV you're slapping into activity. Curve your hand, and try to cover my entire bottom. The goal is an even pink colour all over." Actually, she would prefer red or even crimson, but again, some things would have to come later.


He curved his hand. The slaps came evenly, first on the right side, then on the left, until he had found some sort of rhythm. He spanked harder and harder, and Caroline had to admit it began to hurt. She let out an "Ouch!" as she felt tears at the edge of her eyes.

He immediately stopped spanking her and grabbed her shoulder. "Are you OK? Did I hurt you?"

She sighed. "Roger, do you remember what I told you on Monday? About the colours?"

"Are you talking about that security word thing? Red for stop and similar?"

"Safeword, but yes. The reason we have those words is that the spanker doesn't stop just because the spankee cries out in pain or yells stop – sometimes you can't control things like that, and pausing ruins the flow." She smiled encouragingly up at him. "But it was excellent up to that point, so if you could continue like that?"

The white posterior on his lap had begun to turn pink, and Caroline could again feel tears at the edges of her eyes. She decided it was enough; she really wanted a proper spanking, where she cried loudly and kicked her legs in pain, but she doubted he was ready for that yet, and she wanted to try again soon – tomorrow, if possible. Many light sessions would be better teaching tools than one hard one. "You can stop now," she said, and was surprised when he continued to spank her. What was going on?

She quickly realized her error. "Red!" she called out. "Red, red."

He immediately stopped spanking her. "I'm sorry, I just thought –"

"My fault," she said as she stood up. "It's my fault, I confused you. You did the right thing."

He could see in her eyes that, once again, she hadn't gotten what she wanted. What she NEEDED, he corrected himself. He knew this was something deep inside her, something unchangeable. A need he couldn't fulfil.

Caroline couldn't deny that she felt slightly disappointed. Nothing that was happening was the least bit natural for him. He couldn't understand her, her inner needs and desires. He truly didn't understand WHY she needed this.

But he still tried; again and again, he had tried to give her what she wanted. He was willing to this for her, to learn from her – and he was learning. He was willing to spank her, even if his upbringing and his culture told him not to hit his lover. He tried as much as he could. And he was hers.

She smiled flirtatiously to him as she took off her shirt, revealing her breasts to his gaze. She could see the bulge in his trousers as she slowly approached him with bedroom eyes. He had done the best he could, and deserved a reward.

Crystal II: A Broken Promise (m/f story)

 In the weeks that followed my spanking, I somehow found myself becoming friends with Crystal. She tended to have a smug smile on her face whenever she spotted me, but apart from that, we got along well. It was all water under the bridge, and I trusted her to keep the event secret. After all, she had given me her word that she wouldn't tell anyone.

Crystal had a friend of sorts called Allison. Allison was a tall, black-haired girl that loved teasing the younger kids, but never got caught. One day, she walked up to me while I was standing outside the school after the last class. “You’re that kid, right? Red-bottomed Ryan?”

With a cold feeling crawling up my spine, I pretended not to understand what she meant. “Don’t give me that,” she replied. “Crystal told me all about your little adventure in the woods.”

As I stood there, I heard a gasp, and Crystal came forward. “Allison, he wasn’t supposed to know I had told you!”

While the girls stood there arguing, I left. Crystal had broken her word. As I walked along, I heard Crystal running after me. “Wait up, Ryan!”

“Go away,” I said. But I stopped.

“Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t think Allison would tell you.”

“That wasn’t the point,” I yelled, tears forming in my eyes. “That wasn’t the deal. The deal was you wouldn’t tell ANYONE! Not Allison, not your family, no one. And how do you know Allison won’t tell others?”

This thought hadn’t occurred to her. “Look, I’m sorry, okay?”

“No. It’s not okay. You broke your word.” I turned to leave.

“I thought we were friends,” she said, a sad tone in her voice.

“We were,” I replied.

“L-look, I have an idea,” she replied nervously.

An hour later, Allison arrived at Crystal’s house. We told her about the deal me and Crystal had worked out; I would spank Crystal for breaking her word. Afterwards, all three of us would keep silent about everything. If anyone of us broke their word, they would receive a spanking from both others. I directed this last bit mostly at Allison, since I considered it unlikely that Crystal or I would mention it ever again.

I sat down on the bed, and Crystal climbed nervously over my lap. I raised her skirt and lowered her knickers, as she was to be as bare as I had been. I spanked quickly, moving my hand from cheek to cheek, and enjoying the look of the buttocks bouncing up and down. While I spanked, I thought about how painful my own spanking had been, how close me and Crystal had gotten in the last few weeks and how painful it had been to realize that she had betrayed me.

I smacked on and on, growing angrier by the second, until I heard Crystal let out a sob of pain, and I realized she was crying. Immediately, my anger was gone. Crystal was more than a friend, in some ways she was my best friend, and I didn’t like causing her pain. I glanced over at Allison, and decided to continue. The best way to make sure Allison kept her mouth shut was to make her scared to be spanked by us. That meant I had to give Crystal a real, painful spanking. I raised my hand again.

When the spanking was over, Crystal stood up, tears flowing down while she rubbed her sore posterior. It was clear that she felt she had gotten an unfairly hard spanking, since my own had been far lighter. Later, I told her about my reasoning, and she agreed it was not only right, but necessary.

Allison, clearly shook up by the intense spanking, left the house, swearing to keep her mouth shut. I stayed, spending the rest of the afternoon with my new best friend.

Crystal (f/m story)

 It was a warm summer’s day. The sun was shining brightly, a slight breeze made its way over the hills, and all around me were the sounds of nature. I barely noticed any of this, however. I had found something more interesting to focus my attention on.

In the river that was located about twenty feet below my current position, three girls were bathing, splashing about and laughing. All three were older than me (between eighteen and nineteen years old), tall, beautiful and with stunning figures. None of them were wearing anything.

Since it was such a warm day, they had decided to take off everything and just jump into the cold water. Since they couldn’t see anyone, they had decided no one was around to be offended by their nudity. They were partly wrong; a fourteen-year-old boy was hiding nearby, hidden in the bushes on the cliff overlooking the river. But I wasn’t the least bit offended.

To make my current situation even better, one of the three girls below was Diane. All the boys my age (and most of the older ones) agreed that she was the sexiest girl in town. I had a crush on her. She didn’t know I existed, but that wasn’t too surprising.

She turned to say something to one of the other girls, and I saw her breasts glisten in the sunshine, water dripping slowly off her. The smile on my face grew wider and wider.

Suddenly, I heard someone give a small cough behind me. I realized to my terror that although I was practically invisible to the girls below, I was easily spotted by anyone walking past the river on the northside. And behind me, with a strange, almost evil grin on her face, stood Crystal.

Crystal was a short, cute girl with brown hair and dark, almost black eyes. She was two years younger than me, sporty and energic, something of a tomboy. She was also Diane’s younger, less popular sister.

“Spying on my sister, are you, Ryan?” She shook her head in disapproval, the condescending smile never leaving her lips. “That’s no good, no good at all. Should I call her up and ask her what she thinks of this?” She seemed to be considering this for a moment. “Or maybe I should tell your parents. I think they know how to deal with this.”

“What do you want?” I said, trying to appear confident. I knew it was something; otherwise, she wouldn’t have wasted time talking to me. She would have gone straight to her sister. In addition, she was speaking very quietly, almost whispering. It was clear she didn’t want her sister to hear.

“Well,” she said, “If I told your parents what you have done, they would be angry, wouldn’t they?” From the roundabout way she spoke, I realized whatever she wanted would be very bad. “What would they do with you?”

I sighed. “They would spank me.” Even though most of the kids in my class were still spanked, I still found it embarrassing to admit to a girl, especially a younger girl.

“Well, then, if I don’t tell them, you won’t get your spanking.” Her grin grew even wider. “No one will punish you, so you won’t learn from your mistakes. So SOMEONE should punish you, right?”  

I stared at her, hoping she wasn’t talking about what I thought she was talking about. “You can’t mean- “

“What I mean is that you have a simple choice. Either I tell your parents, and they give you a spanking, or I tell no one, and…" She smiled sweetly. “I take you over my knee and spank you.”

My mind raced. Of course, being spanked by a girl, and even worse, a girl that was younger than me, would be an embarrassing event. On the other hand, she would certainly spank far lighter than my parents.

She saw me thinking, and lifted her hand as if swearing an oath: “Oh, and I promise that if you take your punishment from me, I won’t tell ANYONE about the spanking – or the peeking. Not my parents, not your parents, not my friends, not Diane – no one.”

“Okay, I’ll take your spanking,” I said at last.

Crystal clasped her hands in glee. She then waved at me to follow her. “I don’t want my sister to hear what’s going on,” she explained.

I followed in her footsteps for about five minutes, as we headed into the woods. She was cheerfully bouncing around, smiling and giggling. I was rather less cheerful about what was to happen. When she was satisfied that we were far enough from any curious eyes, she sat down on a fallen tree and beckoned me over with a crooked finger. I moved to her right side, and began bending over her lap, but she stopped me. She pointed at the long shorts I wore in the heat. “I really don’t think your parents spank you over your shorts.”

I backed away. She couldn’t mean…. But she was a GIRL!

She lifted her shoulders to indicate indifference. “You can still take the punishment from your parents. It’s not too late.”

I realized that I was in her power until the spanking was over, and decided to get it over with as soon as possible. With a deep breath to steady my nerves, I grabbed my shorts and pulled them down to my knees. I looked at her hopefully, but she just pointed at my underpants, then at the ground. With a sigh of defeat, I pulled them down, baring myself.

Crystal stared wide-eyed, and I realized that she had never seen a naked boy before. Self-conscious and rather embarrassed, I put my hands in front of my crotch.

That seemed to break the spell upon Crystal, and she pointed at her lap. I leaned over, and she positioned me so that my butt was higher and more available. With my legs still on the ground, I reached forward with my hands to steady myself. To my amazement, I found I wasn’t thinking about the spanking to come or the fun that was the cause of it, but how soft the legs I was lying over were. They were soft, smooth, girly legs.

Crystal was rubbing my bottom with her hand, giving it a pinch now and again. I realized that she was nervous, but determined. With a deep breath, she lifted her hand.

The smacks were light at first, and slow. It was obvious that she was trying to work up her courage. Then, they were a little harder, and at last, she worked out the speed. Pretty quickly, the spanks were raining down on my bottom. They weren’t too hard, but over time, the sting built up.

As she smacked on, I could feel her hand around my waist, as she wanted her target to remain stationary as she increased the speed. She was totally into it now, spanking several spanks per second.

She kept on, and after a while, I started to feel tears welling up in my eyes. I fought them back; there was no way a little girl was going to reduce me to tears. But she kept on spanking. And spanking. And spanking.

The sting building up was getting quite uncomfortable, and soon, I started kicking my legs a little. Crystal increased her grip around my waist, but didn’t slow down the slightest.

Shortly after the first tear fell down my face and hit the forest floor below, Crystal stopped spanking. I got to my feet, one hand rubbing the tears out of my eyes, the other the sting out of my bottom. I put my head over my shoulder to inspect the damage: my bottom was pink, as were the top of my thighs. I would feel it every time I sat down today, but it would be gone by tomorrow.

To my astonishment, I felt no ill will towards Crystal. Sure, she had spanked me, but I had to admit I had deserved it. In fact, this was one of the events that started my friendship to the girl.