Pestering (F/F story)

Jill smiled as she looked at her girlfriend, who was lounging on their bed in their tiny flat. Rachel was wearing a nice-looking top, a short skirt, and her dark hair was loose around her shoulders. The only thing ruining a very appealing view was the fact that she was reading one of her textbooks, making notes on a sheet of paper.

"Come on, Rachel, put that book down. I want to have some fun tonight," Jill exclaimed.

Rachel looked over her glasses at her girlfriend with an annoyed look on her face. "None of that whining, please. I told you had some college assignments I needed to finish today. We can have fun once that's done."

"But I'm bored, and you're hot," Jill pointed out.

Rachel shook her head. "Read a book or go for a walk. You can watch some TV or play some games if you keep the sound low. Do whatever you want, as long as you don't disturb me until I'm done."

Jill rolled her eyes. Homework was one of the reasons she chose not to go to college after finishing high school - working at a grocery store had its downsides, but at least they never asked you to write assignments during your spare time. "I can't believe you're choosing that book over me," she grumbled. "Don't you love me anymore?"

Rachel glared at her, rapidly running out of patience. "I've told you, we're not doing anything until my schoolwork is done. Bothering me won't get you what you want... and if you don't let me study, I'm going to give you something else you don't want." A sudden thought struck her. "In fact, why don't you fetch my hairbrush?"

The mentor (M/F story)

At the age of twenty-three, the office worker Lena had ended up in the fortunate position of being mentored by Edward Robbins, one of the higher-ups at the company. He had told her he was impressed by her ambition, her work ethic, and her willingness to own her mistakes – her most glaring flaw was her lack of experience. With his guidance, her work improved rapidly. However, he eventually noticed that her progress was threatening to make her overconfident. She didn't heed him as much as she did during the first few months, and she took unnecessary risks. He tried to talk to her, to guide her back to the path. It seemed to work, for the first few days, but she was soon getting lazy again.

Five months after the start of the mentorship, the real trouble happened. Lena had sent some documents with confidential information to the wrong contractor, leading to some difficulties with the client. After making a few phone calls to calm the situation, Mr Robbins called Lena into his office.

He had not asked her to take a seat, so she stood before his desk, fighting the urge to fidget. She felt like a schoolgirl standing before her strict headmaster. Mr Robbins was a tall, broad-shouldered man with strength in his frame, confidence in his eyes, and just a hint of grey in his dark hair. He was currently examining some documents, not looking at her – she knew it was a deliberate tactic on his part; he was trying to heighten her discomfort. It was working.

Finally, he placed the documents down and glanced up at her. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

"I am sorry, sir," she said, meeting his gaze. "It was a silly mistake, made in the heat of the moment. I should not have been so careless."

"No, you shouldn't," he said. He picked up a pen and made some notes on a piece of paper – she'd never quite worked out whether he was actually writing something, or just giving himself time to think, and to let her stew. He looked up at her again. "I'm about to write a report on this affair, and I have two options. The first is to write exactly what happened, which will be a black mark on your record. You'll certainly survive, but it is likely to affect your future career trajectory."

She knew he was telling the truth – this would be an obstacle for her. "And the other option?" she asked.

An unexpected meeting (M/F story)

I recently noticed that I hadn't uploaded this story, which is a sequel to The Hiking Cabin. Both stories were written for a Norwegian spanking story group many years ago. I've now translated them.

 

This was about three weeks after the incident in the mountains, where a cute girl who called herself Sarah stole my wallet and tried to escape. I caught up with her and spanked her soundly to repay her. Afterward, she stole my watch and disappeared without a trace. Needless to say, I've kept better care of my valuables after this.

I feel it's necessary with some background information. I started working right after high school, and noticed that my IT knowledge wasn't as good as it could have been. The local college had some IT classes available, and I took a few to further my career. Eventually, I'd ended up as a teacher's assistant in some of the classes.

It was a Monday morning, and I went into the data lab to meet the new students. I gave a short explanation of what was expected of them, and how I could help. As I glanced over the room, I could see a red-haired girl that I recognized. This wasn't that unusual, as I'd seen Sarah everywhere the last few weeks – she'd made quite an impression. The unusual part of the situation was that it seemed she was actually here.

I looked again. There were probably a lot of cute red-headed girls in this town, and I didn't want to be wrong. I wasn't wrong, and from the look of panic on her face, she seemed to recognize me as well. She looked like a rabbit trying to assess how hungry the fox that had caught her in her den was.

Big brother's privilege (m/f story)

 An old story I found in my archives. I wasn't sure whether to post it or delete it, but in the end, I decided on the former.

 

Part 1: Big brother's privilege

Marcus didn't even attempt to hide his grin as he made his way to his sister's room. Lena had earned herself detention in school, and the rule was that a detention in school meant a spanking at home. The knowledge that his bratty, snotty, constantly-in-trouble younger sister was going to get her bottom burned, would be enough in itself to make this an excellent day, but there was more. A few months ago, their parents had decided that the usual punishments weren't enough to keep her in line anymore, as her behaviour only worsened. They decided that an extra humiliation was needed to really make her fear her punishment sessions.

That's why, after much discussion and deliberation, they had handed Marcus a knife and told him to cut a switch he would get to use on his younger sister. Needless to say, Marcus had loved this turn of events, and just as obviously, Lena had hated it. The moment he put the switch down, and Lena jumped to her feet, clutching her aching buns, promising to never misbehave again, it was decided that Marcus would handle all her punishments from now on.

Marcus knocked on the door, waiting for her reply before he entered. He'd told her time and time again to stay out of his room, and he didn't want to barge into hers. Sure, he was soon going to bend her over a chair and apply the switch to her butt until one of them broke, but that was no reason to be uncivil.

Never too old (F/F, M/F)

At the age of 18, Annie was standing in the headmistress' office, fidgeting with the hem of her uniform skirt as Miss Holloway lectured her about her misbehaviour. She'd been caught in the girls' bathroom with a few cigarettes and a bottle of wine, and her teacher had sent her to see Miss Holloway. Absent-mindedly, the girl rubbed the seat of her skirt - she knew the usual punishment for such an infraction was the cane, but she had a small hope that she would be given detention instead.

Her hopes were dashed when Miss Holloway finished her lecture by glaring at her over the rim of her glasses. "I think the proper punishment for this infraction would be six of the best with the cane. Please raise your skirt, lower your panties, and bend over the desk."

Annie wanted to plead with her, to tell her that she would never do this again and that this was unnecessary, but experience had taught her that it would do no good. Obediently, she followed Miss Holloway's instructions while the headmistress went over to the cupboard to fetch the senior cane. As Annie placed her elbows on the table, assuming the position that was so familiar to her at this point, she reflected on her situation - here she was, practically an adult, only a month away from leaving school, and she was about to have her bare bottom caned. She didn't deserve to be treated like this.

Mrs Anson (F/f story)

I had recently turned eighteen when Mrs Anson moved in next door to my parents' house. She befriended my mother, and I quickly got to know her fairly well. Mrs Anson was in her forties, a friendly woman with short, brown hair and an air of confidence, as if she always knew what to do.

She often hired me to do small tasks around the house - mow her lawn, help her with the laundry, that sort of thing. Afterward, we would chat over a cup of tea and some biscuits.  Both of her daughters were away at college, only occasionally visiting her, so I sometimes felt like she mostly wanted me there as a replacement daughter. I didn't mind this, and since my own mother was very busy at work, the feeling was somewhat mutual.

One day, we were in her kitchen. I was drying some plates after washing up, while she was sitting at the table and talking to one of her daughters on the phone. They had been chatting amicably, but the girl must have said something that offended her mother, because a scowl suddenly appeared on Mrs Anson's face. "None of that, or you'll find yourself over my knee the next time you're home."

The plate slipped from my suddenly useless fingers, smashing to pieces on the floor. I assumed it made an awful crash, but I couldn't hear it over my own heartbeat. I stared at Mrs Anson with wide eyes. She couldn't have said what I'd just heard, could she?

Stress relief (F/F story)

When Jennifer walked through the door, Nicole could tell that her girlfriend was tired. She'd had been working long days recently, and it was starting to take its toll. Nicole walked up behind her and started massaging her shoulders. "Rough day at work?"

"Like you wouldn't believe." A slight moan escaped her lips. "Keep doing that!"

"A bit stressed?"

"More than usual, yeah, I'll admit."

"Do you want a spanking?" Nicole asked, her voice sympathetic and offering.

"Yes, please," Jennifer said, a thankful smile on her face.

Bailed out 3: Sent to bed (f/F story)

Third and possibly final part to this short series of a girl that spanks her older sister, which started with Bailed out.

Mary was sitting on her bed in her pyjamas, her stomach doing flipflops as she thought about what was about to happen. She'd taken some liquor from their mother's cabinet – since she was grounded and couldn't go to the pub, she had to be sober all of the time, and didn't particularly enjoy it. Her younger sister Wendy had caught her, scolded her for her theft, and told her to go to her bedroom, change into her pyjamas, and wait for a bedtime spanking.

As she sat there, dreading what was about to happen, Mary realized just how much her life had changed in just a few days. Last week, if someone had told her that she would meekly submit to being spanked by her little sister, she would have laughed in their faces. Now, it seemed unimaginable to resist her. In a few minutes, Wendy would enter the room, place her older sister over her knee, bare her bottom, and give her a sound spanking. There was no part of this that was up for debate.

Mary looked up at the clock, watching the minutes tick away as she wondered when Wendy would be here. Part of her thought the waiting was the hardest part, and wanted to get it over with, but another part knew that the hard part was still to come.

Suddenly, she heard her sister's approaching steps. She hung her head as the door opened, not wanting to see the disappointed look in her sister's eyes.

"Look at me, Mary."

Mary hesitantly obeyed. Her eyes widened as she spotted the large, heavy hairbrush in her sister's hand. It belonged to their mother, who had occasionally used it on the sisters when they were younger. She had never expected to see Wendy tap it against her palm in that familiar way.

Bailed out 2: The morning after (f/F story)

 In November, I asked my readers to nominate a story they'd like to see a sequel to, and intended to have a poll where people could choose their favourite. The only suggestion I got was Bailed out, about a woman who is spanked by her younger sister after a night on the town. This is that sequel. There will also be a third part next week.

When Mary woke up, she hoped that the events of the evening before had all been a terrible dream. She and her friends had not actually ended up at the police station due to drunk driving, and she had not been picked up by her younger sister - who had not taken her home and spanked her bottom, before tucking her into bed.

However, as she sat up in bed, her burning bottom dispelled all of her comfortable illusions. She rose, walking over to the mirror and lowering her pyjamas bottoms to study her pink rear end. Most of the pain and colour had faded, but there was no doubt about what had happened to her last night.

Well, it was time to correct some things! She was the older sister, and while their mother was away, she considered herself in charge. She would not be bossed around and disciplined by her younger sister - if any spankings were to be handed out, she would be delivering them, not receiving them! She was going to put Wendy in her place.

At the convent (M/FF story)

When I first looked through my files and found a story about a guy being a nude model in a convent, I found the idea so silly I wanted  to delete it unpublished. However, re-reading it, I found myself loving the way I had written it. Hence why I'm posting it here.

"So you're James," the woman told me as I entered her office. "The model? I'm Sister Stephanie." We shook hands, and I sat down in the chair opposite her. My employer turned out to be a blonde in her mid-twenties, with a friendly smile. "You seem confused," she said.

"I'd say unsettled, but that's splitting hairs. Point is, it's my first time working in a convent," I told her. "Not a lot of business here for someone in my line of work."

"Some of the younger nuns are taking up painting," she told me. "They're getting quite good at it, but... painting flowers and fruit gets DULL after a while. If you know what I mean."

"Moving on to painting people, that's natural enough. But they told me you were looking for a nude model. Is that true?"

She nodded. "Does that bother you?"

"Not at all, I've done this kind of work before. It's just... getting my cock out in a convent sounds like the highlight of a drunken story, not a day's honest work."

She blushed as she looked down at the paper, refusing to look me in the eye. "They warned us you were a very direct person."

"Sweetheart, you're going to be looking at it. Why does it matter if I talk about it?"

She blushed even redder, and didn't even seem to notice that she was holding her documents upside down. She was cuter when she was blushing, I noticed. She should do it more often.

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.