A surprising suggestion (M/F story)

I was 16 when I met Nora. We were in the same geography class, and I was interested in getting to know the short, red-haired girl with the deep green eyes. She later told she was equally interested in getting to know the lanky boy with the dark, unkempt hair and charming smile.

I was 17 when we started dating. I didn't want to ask her out when our classmates were around, in case she rejected me, but we ran into each other in the grocery store one day. We went to see a movie - possibly a superhero movie, but I can't remember. The goodbye kiss at her doorstep was far more memorable.

I was 18 the first time I spanked her. She hadn't shown up to school that day, so I went to her home to see if she was OK. I found her drinking beer on the sofa and watching TV - her parents were away, so she intended to party all weekend. I tried to talk sense into her, but she blew me off and insulted me. Angered by the dismissive attitude she was suddenly displaying, I ended up sitting next to her on the couch and dragging her over my knee. I first spanked over her sweatpants, which I then pulled down to smack the seat of her panties. She was soon apologizing and promising to be good. When it was over, she sobbed into my chest, worried that I hated her. I told her I loved her, but that I wouldn't let her treat herself this way – or me, for that matter. I also warned her that any future misconduct on her part would earn her another trip over my knee. She pouted at this prospect, but didn't protest.

I was 19 when Nora broke up with me. I'd given her quite a few spankings over the last year (every time I felt she deserved it), so my first worry was that I had been too strict with her. She assured me that this wasn't the problem; according to her, I had never been too cruel, had never punished her when it wasn't deserved, and had never taken advantage of her in her vulnerable state. No, the problem was that she was moving away to go to college in two weeks, and I was staying in the same city. She had no desire to be in a long-distance relationship, so it would be better for us both if we ended it now, instead of letting it drag on for another few months. Nothing I could say could change her mind, so we parted ways.

It was four weeks after this that I received the phone call from her sister that would lead to one of the strangest events of my life.

Be careful what you wish for (F/F story)

I had always had a fascination with spanking. I loved to read about it, grinned whenever it appeared in a movie or show I was watching, and if anyone made a spanking reference in real life, I would blush and squirm. For years, I had wanted someone to call me a bad girl, take down my shorts and panties, and spank my bare bottom good and hard.

When I first met my girlfriend Chloe, I was attracted to her long, red hair, deep green eyes, and melodious laugh, but it was the fact that she could throw around the word 'spank' so casually that really settled it. When her team won, she might say they spanked the opposition. When she saw a teenager dressed like a tramp, she might nudge me and say that girl needed a good spanking. She didn't do it often, but every time she did, it gave me a small, pleasant jolt.

Obviously, I wanted her to spank me. There was no doubt about that. But as our relationship progressed, I wasn't entirely sure how to broach the subject. I'm sure she would give me a few smacks in bed if I asked her to, but how would she react if I asked her for a good, hard, over-the-knee, bare-bottom spanking? Would she laugh at me? Would she look at me in disgust and call me a pervert? Would she give me a few gentle pats and think it was enough? I didn't want to take the chance, so I never asked. As the months went by, it weighed heavier and heavier on my mind, but I never found a way to introduce the subject, so I smiled and pretended everything was perfect.

Everything changed on our one-year anniversary. Chloe told me she would prepare a romantic meal for us. I headed to work with a grin on my face, but arrived to find the office in chaos. One of our servers had gone down, we had lost a lot of data, and I found myself buried in work to try to retrieve it. Hours went by as we went into damage control. I didn't even notice when my workday ended, or that my phone was out of battery, so preoccupied was I with what I was doing. By the time I finally glanced at a clock, it was 7 PM. I was meant to be home two hours ago.

When I finally made it home, the look that Chloe greeted me with was cold enough to freeze nitrogen. The dinner was cold, the outfit she'd picked out for herself was replaced by a worn t-shirt and sweatpants, and any romantic fun she'd planned was now cancelled. I tried to explain about the disaster at work, but she wouldn't hear it. "You could have sent a message - or at least made sure your phone was charged, so you could answer when I called!" She turned around and strode off, leaving me feeling miserable about what I'd done to her.

I headed to the bathroom to wash off the day's makeup, and my eyes rested on the wooden hairbrush I kept there. Chloe often teased me about having such an old-fashioned brush, and never suspected that I spanked myself with it when I was home alone. As I looked at it, I started to wonder if there was a way out of this situation.

Home to Dinner (M/F story)

Christine grinned to herself as she slipped into her skimpiest skirt, checking that the tight top properly showed off her cleavage. In a few minutes, her husband would come home, and instead of the dinner being on the table, he would find his slim redheaded wife in the bedroom, in some revealing clothes. To show his displeasure with her laziness, he would immediately take her over his knee, bare her bottom, and give her a long, hard spanking, then take her to bed. She grinned; she couldn't wait!

Soon, she heard his car pull into the driveway. His slow, measured footsteps entered the kitchen and living room, and then approached the bedroom. The door opened, and she saw her six-foot-tall, dark-haired, muscular husband with a look of disapproval on his face. She expected it to light up at the sight of her outfit, but he merely raised an eyebrow. "Go wait for me in the living room," he said, and left. She was slightly confused; she'd expected him to throw her over his lap then and there. What was he planning?

She did as he had told her. A few seconds later, he entered with a coil of rope he'd retrieved from the garage. He pointed at the dining table. "Stand at one end, then bend forward over the table." His tone was calm, but authoritative. Slightly uneasy about what exactly he was planning, she obeyed. He cut off a piece of the rope and tied her left foot to one the leg of the dining table, then tied her right foot to another leg. Two more pieces of rope tied each of her hands to the legs near the centre of the large table. He tied the knots so well that she knew there was no way for her to wriggle free, and the rope was thick enough to hold her in place. She was trapped in a humiliating position, with no way to escape, completely at his mercy, and growing wetter every second. He'd never tied her up before. Despite all their spanking play, this was a side of him she'd never seen before!

Tutor's Lesson (F/F story)

"You must be Jenny," I said to the eighteen-year-old girl who'd just rang the doorbell of my apartment. "I'm Samantha. Have you ever had a tutor before?"

The tall, dark-haired girl in the school uniform shook her head. "No. I haven't done so well in Maths as I should expect, and my parents had heard good things about you, which is why they hired you."

I smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, I'm sure we'll get your grades back up," I said as we went inside. I sat down on the couch and waved for her to sit down next to me. "Why don't you open your books and - are you OK?" I asked. She'd winced when she sat down.

"It's nothing," she said hastily. When I continued to stare at her, she sighed. "Like I said, my grades haven't been as good as they should have been. My parents said I needed a tutor, I disagreed, and I used some words I shouldn't have, so..."

"They spanked you!?" I said, shocked. I'd had something of an interest in the subject for years. I'd never been spanked myself, but the thought that this eighteen-year-old was still being placed across the parental lap brought a blush to my cheeks. At 27, I could barely remember what it was like to be a teenager, but being punished like that by my parents would have probably made me so embarrassed I'd want to die. And from the expression on Jenny's face, she wanted me to change the subject.

As she opened the book, we started going through the bits she struggled with, but I found my thoughts drifting back to the image of Jenny being bent over someone's lap, squirming and squealing as her rear was reddened.

Skirt trouble (M/FF story)

It was two weeks since Helen and her boyfriend Brad had split up. Still getting used to living alone again, she'd received an invitation from her childhood friend Anne to stay a week or two with her. Anne lived out in the country with her boyfriend Darren, and felt that the change of scenery would be the perfect cure for Helen's mood. Helen had agreed.

She'd arrived Friday evening, and they'd enjoyed a nice dinner as she was introduced to Anne's boyfriend. Darren was a charming, handsome man who seemed to infect others with his grin, and Anne was also a real joy to be around, so Helen could feel her mood improving already.

The following morning, Darren was baking cupcakes while the women sat in the living room, chatting over a cup of coffee. Anne suggested that the two of them should go for a walk in the nearby woods. "Let's just grab a couple cupcakes and go."

"No touching the cupcakes!" Darren said, affecting a strict tone as he wagged his finger at them. "Those are for after dinner. I haven't even put the glazing on them yet."

Anne poked her tongue at him, then went to fetch a bottle of water, in case they were in the forest longer than expected – she tended to worry too much. As Helen rose, she accidentally spilled some of the coffee on her jeans. Fortunately, she wasn't burnt, but as she watched the growing dark patch, she had no desire to go walk around in trousers with a wet, dirty stain on them. Realizing that she hadn't brought anything else fit for a trip through the forest, she went to Anne's wardrobe and grabbed one of her dark red skirts - the two were similar in size and had borrowed clothes from each other before.

Helen headed outside, where she expected to find Anne waiting for her, but she was nowhere to be seen. As she walked past the kitchen, the smell of freshly bakes cupcakes drew her in - Darren had left them to cool on the kitchen counter, near the open window. Drawn by the sweet smell, she quickly leaned in to grab a couple. They could enjoy them on their walk, and he'd never notice that two were missing.

While she was bent over the windowsill with her top half inside the kitchen, she suddenly felt a sharp smack on her skirt-clad rear end, and Darren's voice whispered teasingly: "Stealing cupcakes after being warned? Tsk tsk! I didn't think you'd need another spanking so soon."

Hired to spank (F/FF story)

I was sitting in my dorm room on a Saturday afternoon, browsing the web, when my phone rang.

"Is this Mary? Mary Flannigan?"

"Yes, this is me", I responded. Yes, that's my name – coupled with my shoulder-length red hair, people usually realized I was Irish even before they heard my accent, even here in the US.

"Hi, I'm Sofia Castillo - Roberta and Teresa's mother. How do you do?" Roberta had been a classmate of mine during high school, and we were now in some of the same classes in college. Teresa was her sister, two years older, who went to the same college - the two sisters shared a small apartment nearby.

"I'm fine, Mrs Castillo. How are you?" I'd met the woman a few times when I was at Roberta's house to work on class projects in high school. I knew she was a hard-working lawyer and I'd exchanged a few words with her, but I couldn't fathom why in the world she would be calling me.

"All's well here back home, but I'm worried about my daughters. They're throwing parties in the middle of the week, sleeping through classes, not completing their assignments on time - what's the point of sending them to an expensive college of they're not studying?"

"I'm... sorry to hear that, Mrs Castillo," I said, wondering why she was telling me this. I knew lots of students that partied a little too hard when they finally found themselves out of the parental home, and wasn't too surprised to learn that the two sisters were among them - there was always loud music when I walked past their apartment. I'd been invited to parties there on a couple of occasions, but I always declined if we had classes the next day.

"Please, call me Sofia. Those girls are lucky I'm not there - they would find themselves over my lap getting their bottoms smacked if it wasn't too far to travel! A good, hard, bare-bottom spanking is just the thing to get them back in shape."

Pool envy (M/F story)

It was a beautiful June day, and Brad was celebrating his twenty-fifth birthday. He'd asked his parents if he could throw a pool party at their house while they were on vacation in Rome, and they'd agreed. He was looking forward to a long day of sun, swimming, and beer.

He was currently chatting with Jen, a woman he'd shared some college classes with. Her long, red hair was wet and clung to her beautiful face, almost reaching down to her skimpy red bikini top. He headed over to the cooler by the side of the pool to grab another beer, when he suddenly felt someone push his back. He fell into the pool, and as he emerged from the water, he looked up into the giggling face of Lucy, the younger sister of one of his friends.

"You looked warm," the 22-year-old woman said with a grin as he climbed out of the pool. "I thought you needed to cool down."

"Well, you look cold," he said. With a flash, he lunged forward, grabbing her arm. She squealed as he pulled her close, placed his arm around her waist, and bent her under his arm. "I need to warm you up." With that, he delivered six hard smacks to each cheek of her pert, bikini-clad bottom, eliciting further squeals with every slap. He then released her, and she quickly moved out of his reach, poking her tongue out at him as she giggled and theatrically rubbed her rear end.

There were cheers from most of the lads, and a few of the women offered insincere, smirking protests of this brutal treatment of an innocent girl, but Jen was staring at him in shock. He walked over to her to continue their conversation, but as he approached her, she turned her head with a blush and walked away.

Love our Lifestyle!

 This is the 17th annual Love our Lifestyle Day, where the spanking community shows its appreciation of its bloggers. Readers are invited to visit all the blogs they frequent and leave a comment. Thank you to Hermione at Hermione's Heart for reminding us of this lovely day, and to Enzo at Everyday Spankings for the picture.

I usually don't write about myself here - this is a place to store my stories, and I'm afraid I don't have any exciting spanking-related events from my own life to describe. I've been interested in spanking for as long as I can remember, but have never spanked anyone or been spanked myself. I started writing stories almost two decades ago, but most of them only existed as files on my hard drive. I'd never uploaded them anywhere, and thought it was time to share them with others. I hope at least some of my stories have brought you joy.

Blackmail (M/F story)

Cody was two years younger than Paula, the girl next door. They were friends, but not close friends, though they had hung out quite a bit when growing up. Since she was the older, and was acted somewhat more responsibly, their parents had often left her in charge when they were young, which had irked him greatly. She hadn't teased him too much about it, but there was something slightly smug about her smile that made him want to take her down a peg. The thought of seeing her brought low was greatly appealing to him.

Shortly after he turned eighteen, Cody was sitting in the living room watching TV, while his mother was outside, reading a book in the sun. Suddenly, Paula entered the house and walked straight into the kitchen. As she didn't glance around, he realized that she hadn't seen him. He watched her withdraw his mother's wallet from the purse standing on the table, and she took a few bills that she placed in her pocket. She turned to leave and almost walked straight into Cody, who was standing right behind her.

"Oh! Cody, I didn't see you there."

"That was obvious," he said, raising an eyebrow. "I was on the couch watching TV. Stealing from my mother? That's a tarnish to your good-girl reputation, isn't it?"

Babysitter believes in spanking (F/M story)

"I just don't see why you won't allow me to spank Corey if it's needed," the babysitter said.

"We've talked about this, Jenny," Malcolm Fowler replied. It was clear the subject made him uncomfortable. "Besides, has Corey ever done anything to deserve it when you're babysitting?"

"No, not yet – you know Corey's always well-behaved. But it's always good to have the option if it's needed. I feel like you don't trust me."

"Not at all," he assured her. "You're very trustworthy - far more responsible than I was at eighteen. But I just don't think children should be spanked."

As Mr. Fowler left, Jenny reflected on her position. The eighteen-year-old student was the preferred babysitter for most of the parents on the street, and apart from Mr. Fowler, all of them had given her the right to spank her charges when necessary. She'd asked him why not, but he'd seemed uncomfortable with the idea and explained that he didn't believe in spanking children. She decided to let the matter go - he had made it clear that he trusted her, and Corey didn't really need it anyway.

As Jenny headed toward the living room to hear if Corey wanted to watch a movie, she noticed a light from Mr. Fowler's room. Her employer had forgotten to turn off his computer.

Seeking suggestions for a poll about sequels

I've had some requests from people who want me to write more sequels, so I've decided to have a poll about which of my stories my readers would most like to see a sequel to. So leave a suggestion in a comment to this post, or contact me through other means, saying which story you'd like to see continued. In a few weeks, I'll create a poll with the suggestions I've received. Once the poll has ended, I pledge to write a sequel to the story with the most votes. I might also write sequels to the nearest runners-up - I haven't decided yet.

If you want to, feel free to suggest what you'd like to see in the story (implements, positions, reasons for the spanking, reversal of spanker/spankee, new characters introduced, etc - be as detailed or as brief as you want). If I like your suggestion, I might use it as a basis for my story, but I make no promises on that point.