Cleanup (M/ff story)

Mindy slowly woke up on a beautiful Friday afternoon, seeing the sun shining through the living room windows. The lanky, blonde 18-year-old sighed contentedly, stretched herself on the comfortable couch, and looked up to the see the disappointed face of her older brother glaring down at her. In an instant, all the fog of her drowsiness was gone, and she sat up. "Robert! I didn't think you'd... I mean -"

"You didn't think I'd be home from my work trip until tomorrow? Was that what you were about to say?" He looked around at the messy living room, particularly the half-full beer bottles. He glanced over at Mindy's best friend Courtney, who had been sleeping in the comfy chair. Like Mindy, she was clad in pyjamas, and her nervous countenance now mirrored his sister's.

"I can explain," Mindy said quickly. He folded his arms in front of his chest and gazed expectantly down at her, and she realized that she didn't know what to say. Was there anything she could come up with that would make the situation better?

When she hesitated, he turned his gaze on Courtney. "And you? Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

The plump, short girl with the long, dark hair silently shook her head, looking as if she was actively trying to sink into the chair and disappear from view. Robert was a tall, muscular man, but with a friendly smile that made her weak in the knees. Courtney couldn't deny that she found her friend's older brother attractive, and she hated it when he glared at her with that disappointed look.

Anna and Rosie 4: Kissing up (f/F story)

When the doorbell rang, a few things surprised me about the sight that greeted me when I opened the door. The first was that Anna, my neighbour's daughter, was there. There was nothing inherently unusual about this, as she now showed up once a week to give me a good spanking, for our mutual enjoyment. But she always came on Fridays, and this was a Tuesday. The second was that her usual cruel, cocky grin was replaced with a sad pout, and it was clear she had been crying. She was also wearing a skirt instead of her tight jeans.

"Mum spanked me today," she said as she walked into the living room. She didn't wait to be invited in; she rarely asked for my permission about anything. "She found out I skipped school yesterday. I'm not happy about it, so I decided to come over here and take it out on YOUR butt."

I nodded. This wasn't the first time she'd spanked me for something unrelated that she was unhappy about in her life; it relieved her stress, and I liked it when she was strict with me, so I didn't see a problem with the arrangement. The only downside was that I'd likely struggle to sit down at work tomorrow, but that was a problem for later.

Anna and Rosie 3: The list (f/F story)

It was a lovely, warm Friday afternoon. Several of my co-workers were finding their nicest dresses, preparing to go out on the town. I was sitting in my living room in a t-shirt and sweatpants, waiting for a teenager to come over and spank my bare bottom like I was a misbehaving child.

I shook my head. Why did it feel like I was the lucky one?

The doorbell rung, and I opened it to find Ana giving me the strictest glare she could muster. She was wearing a worn t-shirt and holey jeans, and carrying a small shopping bag. She immediately entered the living room, and I followed her.

A few weeks before, I had spied through the window as the eighteen-year-old was spanked by her mother. When I was caught, her mother had mistaken me for a teenager instead of the 30-year-old businesswoman next door, and had spanked my bare bottom while Anna watched and laughed. Anna had eventually found out who I was, and had decided to spank my bottom instead of telling her mother. Now, going over her lap had become something of a regular occurrence – to our mutual enjoyment.

"Have you prepared the list?" she asked me with her most dismissive glance.

I hurriedly retrieved the sheet of paper and brought it before her. The week before, Anna had decided that she wasn't going to just pull me over her knee and spank me – she was going to punish me properly for my real misdeeds. For that purpose, she'd given me homework; over the week, I would write down everything I did wrong, big or small. I would give her the list, and she would decide on an appropriate punishment. Somehow, I got the feeling that whatever I wrote down, the end result would be a bare-bottomed spanking over her knee. And I was fine with that.

Month-long break

For a while, my routine has been "write one story per week, let it rest for at least a week, then edit it an upload it during the weekend." This is to give myself time to think about a story I've written, remove things that aren't necessary, add things that are missing, and rewrite those bits that don't quite work. There are some weeks where personal stuff means I haven't had time to write a story, so I've grabbed one from the buffer.

 

However, due to a busy spring, my backlog is now spent, which means that for the past few weeks, I haven't spent as much time editing as I would like, and I don't like to upload stories where I feel I could have done better.

I could change to a "upload when it's ready" policy, but having a once-a-week upload gives me an incentive to work on it.

I'm therefore taking a month's break from uploading, which I'll use to create a buffer. The next story will be uploaded the first weekend of June.

Anna and Rosie 2: Found out (f/F story)

Three days had passed since I spied on the woman next door spanking her daughter, before being dragged inside and spanked by the angry mother who had mistaken me for a bratty teenager instead of the 30-year-old businesswoman I actually was. At the time, I was convinced that I wouldn't sit for a week, but when I woke up the next morning, my bottom felt fine, and there were only the slightest traces of my adventure.

It was now a lovely Friday afternoon, and had just come home from the office, still dressed in my pencil skirt and professional top. The doorbell rang, and I opened it to found eighteen-year-old Anna, the petite, blond-haired girl whose spanking I had witnessed - and who had laughed wickedly as she watched my own bottom being blistered. She was wearing jeans and a top, and a look of boredom, as if she had more interesting places to be right now.

"Hi there. Mum sent me over with some mail that was accidentally delivered in our mailbox." She handed me the letters, then smiled. "You know, I guess in some way, I should thank you for spying on me. If you hadn't been there, she would have given me a whole lot more – maybe she would even have used her hairbrush." She grinned wickedly. "Besides, it was really funny to watch you squirm over her lap. And those cute yelps you made!"

"I'm glad you found my pain amusing," I said sarcastically, glaring at her as a blush spread across my cheeks.

She looked at me, then suddenly furrowed her brow, staring at me as if seeing me for the first time. "Hey, why are you dressed like that? Are you going to a costume party or something?"

 

I froze, realizing what was about to happen.

 

"And that makeup - it makes you look like a much older…" Her eyes widened. "Holy hell. There's no mother and daughter here, is there? YOU'RE Rosie Adams, the woman who just bought this house."

Anna and Rosie 1: Peeping at her spanking (F/f, F/F)

The first thing I did when I came home from the office was to change out of my pencil skirt and professional top, straight into sweatpants and an old, worn t-shirt. The business consultant gig had allowed me to buy a house in my thirties, but being forced to dress nicely all day was certainly one of the downsides. After wiping off the makeup, I headed for the living room to read for a while before I made dinner.

Shortly after I sat down, I heard a woman's voice in the distance. "That's it! You're getting a spanking!" The book flew from my hands as I jumped to my feet, and my heart pounded in my chest. I'd always had a deep interest in spanking, despite never encountering it in real life – no matter how much I wished it, I'd never been spanked, never seen anyone get spanked, and never spanked anyone. And now, someone was getting spanked nearby.

However, it was the next sentence that really took my breath away. "Mum, you can't! I'm eighteen, I'm far too old for –" The voice of a teenaged girl desperately trying to seem like an adult. I realized that the voices were coming from next door.

The Magic Ring 3: In the café (M/F & F/F story)

It had been three weeks since I found the strange ring down by the lake next to my school, which meant it was also three weeks since my teacher Mr Page had spanked me in detention, and two weeks since my best friend Joanne had placed me over her knee. Despite my hopes, neither of them had since expressed any intention to spank me – and neither had anyone else.

On a lovely Saturday morning, I was the only customer in a small, cozy café. There was one person working there at the moment: a tall, handsome man in his early twenties. He was in good shape, wearing a tight t-shirt and jeans, had long blond hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a smile that made my insides melt. In fact, I could find only one flaw in him; he had made no attempt to flirt with me, despite the glances I threw at him, and my attempts to flirt with HIM went nowhere. Either I was too subtle, or he wasn't interested. I could probably try harder, but I was scared to find out it was the latter. But how could he possibly ignore a cute eighteen-year-old in a low-cut summer dress?
 
I sighed unhappily – he really was a good-looking man. As I pouted into my mug of hot chocolate, I murmured to myself: "I wish he'd take me out back and spank me." And to my surprise, for the third time since I found it, I saw a flash of light from the ring on my finger.

A few seconds later, the man was standing over me, giving me a lascivious grin. "You seem like someone who's been a very naughty girl. Am I right?"

I stared at him open-mouthed. Ignoring my advances all morning, then suddenly this? From total obtuseness to lewd comments? I felt we'd skipped a few steps somewhere. Not that I minded, per se.

"Have you been a bad girl?" he repeated. Blushing and unable to speak, I nodded. "Well, I know just what you need." His evil grin grew wider. "You need to be punished." He went over to the entrance and flipped the "Open" sign to "Closed", then walked back to me and gently grabbed my hand. "Come with me, young lady."

I didn't resist as he led me away, and the pieces finally started to fit together in my head. Somehow, I'd found a magic ring. Every time I'd ended up being spanked, I had literally WISHED for it, and they had obeyed my commands.

I'll admit I felt a tinge of guilt as we entered the back room. This guy was only spanking me because the ring was making him do it, and morally, I should probably find a way to stop it. However, he was very cute, I really wanted a spanking from him right now, and I'm sure that with a bit of creativity, I'd found some way to repay him afterwards. Show him how grateful I was.

New term

For a while, I've been struggling with how to categorize some stories. I have written punishment stories, where the spanking happens to punish the spankee, and consensual stories, where it's for mutual enjoyment. But a lot of my stories fall into a third category: the spanker THINKS they're punishing the spankee, but they're actually enjoying it, and may have deliberately caused it in the first place.

I'm going to start categorizing these latter stories as "supposed punishment". Let me know if you have a better tern.

The Magic Ring 2: Besties (F/F story)

"I cannot believe you'd spill something on my skirt, then try to hide it from me! Ruin your OWN things all you like, but leave my stuff alone," Joanne snapped as she paced back and forth on the floor of her bedroom. Joanne was my best friend; she was a petite girl with long black hair, deep green eyes, and a laid-back nature – though obviously, right at this moment, that nature was nowhere to be seen.

"I've already said I'm sorry. What more do you want?" I said as I stood before her, barely managing to resist the urge to roll my eyes. We had been planning to go to a club, and she'd decided to wear her newest skirt. It was when she retrieved it from her closet that she discovered what I'd done. "It was an accident."

"Oh?" she said, spinning to face me. "Was it an accident that you went to my closet, taking the new skirt I haven't even worn myself yet – without asking me? Was it an accident that you spilled soda all over it at the party? Was it an accident that you then hung the stained skirt back up in my closet, hoping I wouldn't notice?"

"I washed it first," I pointed out. "It isn't my fault the stain is still visible. Also, spilling the soda WAS an accident."

The glare she cast in my direction told me that my comments were not appreciated. "I can't believe you!" she fumed. "You have no respect for other people's property! Do you have any idea how hard this will be to clean?"

At this point, I was no longer able to stop myself from rolling my eyes. She sounded like my mother, not my best friend. "I've apologized. Are you going to lecture me all day? I wish you'd spank me or something – get it out of your system," I said, having given up all attempts to hold my tongue.

Suddenly, I saw a gleam of light from my hand. I glanced down at the ring I'd found the week before – on the day that Mr Page had spanked me in detention. What a wonderful day; a new piece of jewellery AND a trip over the knee of my most handsome teacher? Sign me up! There had also been a flash of light from the ring on that day; probably I'd held it at just the right angle to reflect the light, but I hadn't been able to replicate it. Before now, that is.

Joanne frowned as she regarded me, then sat down on her bed. "That sounds like a good idea, actually. Bend over my lap."

A shiver ran down my back, ending up as a gentle tingle between my legs. "I'm sorry?"

"My words don't seem to be getting through to you, so I'm going to see what my hand can do. Over my knee NOW!" She patted her lap.

The Magic Ring 1: Hot for Teacher (M/F story)

I sighed as I looked at the work I'd been assigned. Being stuck in detention really wasn't the way I had wanted to spend my Friday afternoon, but my wishes had not been taken into consideration. The teacher had caught me with a pack of cigarettes, and though I was old enough to smoke, I'd been given detention for smoking on school grounds. I pointed out that I hadn't – I'd gone down to the nearby lake instead. In consideration of this, the charges had been dropped, and I'd been given detention for leaving school grounds during the school day instead.

I started to work on the assignment, fuming to myself. This was so unfair! I was eighteen – a woman, not a girl, and shouldn't have to sit in detention. It was bad enough that I still had to wear this stupid school uniform. I was also the only student in detention today – it was just me and the teacher.

Mister Page was sitting at the front of the classroom, throwing me the occasional scowl to remind me to feel sorry for my misconduct. That meant there was at least one bright spot to being here; I had something nice to look at. Robert Page was a tall, handsome, dark-haired, well-dressed man in his early thirties, and he seemed to be completely unaware of the way some of the girls would giggle and flutter their eyelashes when they saw him. I had to admit I found him quite fit as well.

"Still, there are better things I could do on a Friday afternoon," I muttered. I had a bad habit of talking to myself; mumbling the thoughts that other people would leave as internal monologues. It had gotten me in trouble a few times, but fortunately, Mister Page was too far away to hear me.

As I continued to write, my eyes rested on the ring I'd found on the shore of the lake, and which I now wore on my right hand. It looked to be a beautiful silver ring with a small, red gem on it, but I assumed it was a cheap fake – in real life, you didn't stumble upon valuable jewellery on the beach during a smoke break.

I glanced over at Mister Page, who was writing something in his notebook. "You're just as unhappy about being here as I am, I suppose," I mumbled just as quietly as before. "You poor thing. I wish you'd take me over your lap and spank me instead – then we could both go home." I had always had a secret interest in spanking, and the thought of being placed over Mister Page's knee was far more appealing than being stuck doing schoolwork all afternoon.

Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I could see a flash of light from the ring, and I frowned, looking down at my hand again. What had just happened? Had I held it at just the right angle to reflect the sunlight? I tried to wriggle my hand back and forth to repeat the exact circumstances, but couldn't get another flash like that. With my mind occupied, I hadn't noticed that Mister Page had risen to his feet, and looked up to see him standing next to my desk, scowling down at me.

"Not focusing on your assignment, Miss Pacelle?" he said in a disapproving tone. "I don't think detention is having the intended effect on you, young lady. Maybe it's not the right punishment for sneaking off school grounds." He furrowed his brow as if considering something. "No, I think we should try something else. Maybe a good spanking would teach you the error of your ways."

I stared at him in shock. He couldn't have said what I thought he had said, could he? My handsome teacher could not just have threatened to spank me; I must have misheard him. But he grabbed my arm, pulling me to my feet.

Gambling (MM/FF story)

"Oh, come on, Lynn. I'm sure you can find the money somehow," Elizabeth whined to her older sister. The petite teenager had short-cropped red hair, and a cute button nose covered in freckles. The worn, dirty summer dress she wore would not have been considered suitable attire to the daughter of a country squire if her father had seen it, but Elizabeth rarely cared about what other people thought.

"I'm not sure I'm comfortable helping my baby sister enter a gambling den," Lynn responded. Unlike her younger sister, Lynn kept her ginger hair in long curls, and the tall woman wore a beautiful gown that her husband Michael had bought for her. They were sitting on a bench in the garden of Lynn and Michael's manor, having just gone for a nice walk on the grounds in the sunshine.

"I am eighteen - I'm not a child anymore. I've been to the places often enough to learn how to play cards, so I'll get the money back before the evening is over - probably."

"I could ask Michael for some money, but he'd definitely want to know what I was going to do with it. Do you expect me to take it without his permission? Or lie to him about it?" She shook her head. "And what do you think Father would do if he found out about it? He would not be happy, I can tell you that. You'd probably get a spanking."

Elizabeth shrugged. "That's my problem, sis. I'm willing to risk that. Besides, why are you so worried? You're 25, and a married woman - Father would never spank you now." She raised an eyebrow. "Or are you worried about Michael? Do you think your husband will take you over his knee?"