Siris Sexual Spanking – P1

Mark’s hands wandered to her breasts and toyed with her nipples in a lazy manner.

“Did you enjoy that?” He asked her with a satisfied grin, knowing full well she had. She rested her head into the crook of his neck and said,

“Couldn’t you tell?”

“I’m surprised you didn’t wake the baby!” He teased her.

“I couldn’t help it. That was so intense.”

He kissed her neck and agreed with her.

“I know.” Mark gave a pleasurable sigh before adding,

“I don’t think I would ever grow bored of you. You challenge me in so many ways.” Siri stiffened slightly in his arms but said nothing.

“Oh oh. What have I said?”

“Nothing.” She said firmly and attempted to stand up and move away from him.

Mark allowed her the freedom to move but followed her to arise himself and stand next to her.

“Come on, let’s have it.” He whispered his breath hot against her neck, close to her earlobe. She shook her head and kept her eyes averted away from his.

“I must have said something to upset you?” He said calmly allowing his breath to blow hot air onto her bare skin. She shivered in response.

“Tell me.” He pleaded with her. Turning her body so that she stood in front of him, she threw her arms around his neck and burrowed her head into his shoulder.

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“Oh dear, I have made you feel insecure, haven’t I?” He teased her as he stroked her back. She nodded against his chest, feeling her cheeks growing hot with embarrassment; she couldn’t bring herself to look at him.

“What did I say honey?” He asked her walking his fingers up and down her spine.

“I can’t bare the thought of you going off with someone else.” She mumbled so low that he could barely catch the words.

“Sh. We’ve had this conversation before, haven’t we?” She nodded against him.

“But you said…”

“Sh. I didn’t say I was going to leave you or anything of the sort, did I?” He cut her off. Before she could respond to him, he went on.

“What I said was quite the opposite in fact! I said I wouldn’t get bored with you.”

“But you said I was challenging, as if it was wrong of me to be like that!” His knuckles reached up and brushed the side of her face before he answered her.

“What I meant was that you keep me on my toes both in and out of bed!” He laughed. “Anyway I’ve told you before you’re a challenging character.” She nodded remembering back.

“What I meant today is how responsive you are to any new sexual suggestion that I make. You’re always so passionate. You don’t realise what a gift that is.”

“By that you mean your ex-wife hated sex!” She threw at him defensively pulling back out of his arms. He let her go and watched her as she braced herself against the work surface, her knuckles showing white as she clenched the kitchen sink behind her.

“No that isn’t what I meant at all! Jesus! You’re so difficult sometimes, everything I say you take the wrong way!”

“So she was good in bed then?”

“Siri I’m not even going down that road so didn’t even try and go there!” He warned her threateningly.

“That means she was.” Siri muttered to herself.

“Of she would be. Why wouldn’t she be? She was a model wasn’t she? I bet she had loads of men around her, not like me cooped up in an all girl’s school, not knowing any men except my Dad and my brothers. Stupid naïve little Siri!” She taunted herself in a mimicking voice.

“Siri stop it now! I am not going to get involved in this argument. We’re just going to end up going around in circles. We’ve already had this conversation before. You take everything I say the opposite way to what I actually mean! I’m not going to keep explaining myself to you every five minutes because you don’t listen in the first place!”

“I do listen!” Siri shouted at him.

“Is that why you had such a wonderful relationship with your Dad then? Because you always listened to everything he said? Hm? Is that what this afternoon was all about?” He asked her sarcastically.

“Fuck off Mark!” She cursed at him in temper.

“Oh getting too near the truth now, are we?”

“I hate you!”

“Really?” He raised one eyebrow at her in disbelief.

“Then why did you just let me make love to you on the kitchen floor?”

“I didn’t! I…” Mark squawked with laughter interrupting whatever Siri had intended to say.

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Bethrowed Juliettes Spanking – P4

Juliette had been lost in her own thoughts whilst David sat, as she supposed, reading quietly. She had welcomed him home warmly and sincerely upon his return from Birmingham Airport and there had been no lack of genuineness in her embrace and kiss, yet she knew that she was being torn, for there could be no denying that her affections were being drawn, in part, towards the alluring persona of this new light in her social life, a light so different from that safe light to which she had become accustomed. A light flecked with hints of mystery and wildness. It excited her and she was not entirely uncomfortable with that. Thus, it took three attempts before David’s quiet voice interrupted her reverie, as she was folding her jeans. Once the contact had been made, she turned and smiled at him.

“What’s up, Ike?”, she asked, in a voice that was pure delight to David, whose admiration of Isambard Kingdom Brunel had earned him this potentially misleading sobriquet.

David smiled and looked at her for a few moments, stirring very normally and healthily at the sight of his wife, standing, half turned towards him, wearing only a dazzling white bra and shorties – contrasting irresistibly with the golden brown of her diligently-maintained tan – and champagne-coloured hold-ups. The combination of curves, from her elegant shoulders down to her shapely legs, never failed to take David’s breath away – not that Juliette was always allowed to know this! David’s gaze focused momentarily on the beautifully enticing curvature of Juliette’s firm bottom, to which the tailored shortie knickers clung like a second skin. His mind was made up. Juliette was about to witness and experience something that would have one of two effects.

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As an engineer, David knew that there were, basically, two options available to someone faced with structural problems. Either repair them or take the structure apart and start again. The latter option, with the thought of losing Juliette, made David feel physically ill, but a new element was making its presence felt in his thought processes, a willingness to take a major gamble in order to save something very special. He suddenly realised how physicians and surgeons must sometimes feel, when going beyond the safe boundaries of established practice, in their endeavours to advance the cause of Medicine and Surgery. The nettle had to be grasped and there was no time to lose. Within a matter of days, the structural faults could prove irreparable.

David smiled at Juliette, put his magazine down and beckoned to her to come across and sit by him on the bed. She laughed and said something about his need to be patient and wait, as she had a busy day tomorrow and didn’t want to be late getting to sleep. Her continuing giggles and move towards the bathroom were halted in their tracks by David’s next question.

“Would Mark also have to wait, Sparks .. or should I say ‘Honeyvix’?”

Juliette was on the verge of demonstrating how she had acquired the first of those two nicknames when she wisely thought better of it and turned round, with an expression that was a strange mixture of astonishment, uncertainty, even a hint of contrition. David remained surprisingly cool – surprising even to himself – and beckoned once again.

“Come and sit here, please, there are things we need to talk about?”

Juliette tried a very brief foray into the ‘affronted party’ scenario and was about to accuse her husband of spying on her when the prudence function in her mind re-ran the mental record of how she had sent the email to Mark, signed ‘Honeyvix’. She flushed as she recalled how her finger must have slipped whilst entering the address and how she had not looked to check that it was the correct one before sending the message and deleting the copy from the ‘Sent items’ folder. A change of tactics was needed – urgently.

As Juliette’s arms flexed and her hands rested on her waist, just above the exquisitely feminine roundness of her hips, David realised that, thus far, the scenario was developing as he had predicted to himself. Now she would try the ‘what do you expect me to do on my own for days at a time’ routine, which had come up on previous occasions during pillow talk, although couched in different terms. Again, the prediction proved correct. David remained silent, and continued to beckon to his wife. For some reason, of which she was not entirely certain herself, her stubbornness refused to yield to reason and chose, instead, to persevere in ‘injured party’ mode. The stand-off continued, along with the monologue that formed the steadily weakening defence that Juliette was desperately trying to put together.

It was at this point that David faced his most difficult choice of all – when to fire the single torpedo which, if it went astray, could destroy all that he and Juliette had worked to establish over the past six years. In such matters, precise science has little part to play. Intuition is all. David pressed the ‘Fire’ button.

“Do you want this marriage to sink, Juliette?”

His wife knew instantly how serious the situation was, for David hardly ever used her real name – and then only for verbal rebuke. She had never had to face anything stronger than a well-reasoned, caring dressing down from the man who, she was confident, depended upon her as she, if she would only admit it, depended upon him. Somehow, though, she sensed that this was not to be such an occasion. The stakes were far higher and the torpedo was heading straight for her stubbornness hull. She had two choices…….. either she could call his bluff and walk out or she could take the gamble and see what lay ahead for the two of them. She shivered and her hands moved almost of their own accord, for no valid reason, to her bottom. She looked her husband straight in the eye and fixed him in her gaze. Her decision was made. Her position was held and the torpedo duly struck, with full impact, in a devastating broadside to her pride and stubbornness. For the first time in many years, a tear of remorse formed in the corner of her eye. Her left hand moved quickly to erase the evidence, but it was too late. Slowly, she walked towards David and sat on the bed beside him.

“OK, Ike, so you found out. What now?”

David remained silent for a few moments.

“What do you want to do now, Juliette?”

Juliette imagined, for a fleeting moment, that a quick and skilful back-hand volley might just catch David off guard and give her the edge, but she knew instinctively that she was wrong. She fidgeted with the duvet cover and looked down.

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Spanked At The Park – P1

There was a gentle wind blowing off the lake. From where he stood in the
ranger’s station, Tom Walker could see the tips of a thousand Douglas firs
bending with the breeze. The treetops rolled like a dark green ocean.
Tom poured himself a cup of coffee and picked up his binoculars.
Taking a sip, he put the high-powered lenses to his eyes and scanned
the woods. Mid-morning is a good time of the day for a forest ranger.
There’s nothing much to do, the coffee is fresh and the world looks perfect.
His gaze meandered past the trees, over the bluffs and across the lake.
He focused in on a small trail of smoke coming from the southwest corner
of the woods. It seemed odd because Tom didn’t know of any campers out
that way. Deciding to investigate, Tom threw on his jacket and headed
for the door. But before he could leave, he was met in the hallway by
Julie Bramble who had just walked in. Julie was a counselor at Running Bear
Summer Camp a few miles away. In their three year association, Tom had
become more than friends with Julie. She was a buxom, twenty-five year old
with short auburn hair and a winning smile. She wasn’t smiling right
then, however.

“I want to talk to you!” she stated, planting herself between the ranger
and the door.”

“You mean you want to talk AT me, don’t you?”

“I’m serious!” Julie said. “There’s a rumor going around about you and that
horse rancher from the valley!”

“Really? Where did you hear this rumor?” Tom asked.

“At the Flat Branch Bar. I heard folks talking about you and that Davis
woman just last night.”

“First of all, her name is Braire- Letitia Braire. And what were you
doing at the Flat Branch? You don’t drink!”

“If you must know, I was looking for you.” Julie said. “I went by your
cabin last night and you weren’t there, so I figured you must have gone
into town. Look, don’t try to change the subject! People are talking about
you and that woman and it just doesn’t look very… professional!”

“Well, what are they saying?” he asked.

“What do you THINK they’re saying?!”

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“I don’t know. She’s a fine looking woman. She is unattached and I’ve been
over to her place a few times. Maybe people think we’re seeing each other.”

“No, they think you’re BANGING each other! Some say they know it for
a fact!”

“Who says they know it for a fact?”

“Debbie Morrow! Julie shot back. “She’s heard all about it!”

“Oh, come on! She’s a waitress in a bar! She’s bound to hear all kinds
of wild stories!”

“Debbie heard this story from Miss Braire herself! She told Debbie that
you two had a little meeting in the woods and that afterward she couldn’t
ride her horse for days!”

Tom thought about it a moment, then burst into laughter.

“It’s not funny!” Julie shouted.

“It is if you know the whole story!”

“So is it true?” she demanded.

“Not really. I mean, I didn’t give it too her THAT hard!”

Julie brought her hand across Tom’s face so fast that he almost bit
his tongue.

“You bastard!” she hissed as she turned to leave. Tom snapped out of
his momentary daze and grabbed Julie by the arm.

“Hey, wait a minute!”

“Get away!” Julie said, trying to slap him again.

But this time Tom grabbed her other arm before she could strike. He held
Julie’s arms at her sides as he calmly spoke.

“Hold on now. I think you misunderstood.” he said, guiding Julie to
a nearby chair and sitting her down. “I did run into Letitia in the woods
the other day and we did have a little meeting, but believe me, it was
anything but friendly! See, I found her riding her horse near the east side
of the lake which is way off the horse trail. I drove up and told her
that it wasn’t a safe place for riding and offered to escort her back to
the trail. She argued for a while then gave me the old one-fingered salute
and rode off. So I got back in my truck and followed her until I had her
cornered near the foothills. I was so angry by then that I was thinking
about hauling her into the sheriff’s office, but then I had a better idea.
I remembered that trusty oak paddle of mine in the glove box, so I decided
to give her a taste of the tear-jerker.”

“You didn’t!” Julie gasped.

“I did! And you should have seen the look on her face when I came out
of the truck with that paddle in my hand!”

“Did she make a run for it?”

“She didn’t have time! I dragged her down off that horse and over to a
fallen tree before she could blink. Then I hauled her over my lap and
started whacking her fanny. Boy, did she start yelling! Worse than you do!”

“I don’t blame her!” Julie said, remembering her last encounter with that
particular paddle. “You spank hard with that thing!”

“She deserved every swat she got! Anyway, I paddled her for a good minute
or two and when I stood her up she was bawling and rubbing her bottom like
a teenager!”

“I bet you liked that!”

“Well, she did look awful cute. Not as cute as you, of course.”

Tom lifted Julie’s chin with his right hand. He leaned in and their lips
met in a soft kiss. All the tension in Julie’s body fell to the floor.

“So all you did was spank her?” she whispered as she wrapped her arms
around Tom’s shoulders.

“Yeah.” he whispered back. “Then I told her that next time I caught her,
I’d use my belt. After she stopped crying, she apologized, got on her horse
and rode away. So she couldn’t have been THAT sore! She must have been
exaggerating when she told the story to Debbie.”

“Not only that,” Julie added. “but the way Debbie told me the story,
it sounded like something completely different happened out in those woods.”

“There you go, that’s how rumors get started. Somebody exaggerates, then
someone else puts their spin on the story and the next thing you know
there’s a big scandal! I think I’ll drop by the Flat Branch this weekend.
Let’s see if Debbie can talk her way out of her own trip to the woodshed!”

They both laughed as they shared a tight embrace. Tom picked Julie up in
his arms and sat her down on the edge of the desk. She wrapped her legs
around Tom’s waist as they kissed once again.

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Marias Bad Behaviour – P2

Mark sat her up, and wiped her tears away. “Now about those house rules”. Your bad attitude will no longer be tolerated. If by some chance you choose to display it again, you will receive the same of what you just got a small taste of. And by the way, don’t think for one minute this punishment is over with yet. We have only just begun. Fresh tears flowed down Marias cheeks. I work hard all day and will not tolerate disrespect from you when I get home at night. Do you understand?… Maria nodded her head.. Mark took Marias chin in his hand… “I want to hear your answers please”…. In a very low voice, Maria answered “yes”…. Do you remember what we agreed upon when we got married Maria?. You would stay home and take care of our house and someday our children. Maria knew what was coming next. If I ever come home to a mess like this while you are out in the pool, there will be severe consequences to pay… Do I make myself perfectly clear?. Mark waited for Marias answer.. Without looking at Mark, Maria just answered ‘Yes sir”. Good… that’s my girl… Mark leans over and kisses Maria’s head.

Now, to finish your punishment for these last few months of bad behavior. You will have no pool time tomorrow. No matter what, you are not to go out of this house tomorrow. Is that understood? Maria started to protest.. but the look in Mark’s eyes stopped her in her tracks… She backed down.. “Yes sir” she answered. (Mark was beginning to like this…) and you will receive 10 more spanks with this wooden spoon, without complaint. Maria hung her head as new tears dripped onto her lap. After your punishment is over, you will go straight upstairs to bed.. Understand?… A faint Yes was all he needed.

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Mark turned Maria back over his lap and positioned her so she was as comfortable as she could be under these circumstances. He could have gotten his point across without the last spanking, but he wanted to make sure she knew he meant business. He picked up the wooden spoon and rubbed it across her naked skin… Every muscle in her entire body stiffened… CRACK… Mark counted them all out… slow and steady… all 10 spanks, without so much as a peek out of Maria… Her ass was bright red.. Was it all from her punishment or maybe some was from the sunburn she had ?. He helped her up off his lap… turned her toward him and pulled her bikini bottoms back up.. Mark stood up and took Maria in his arms… Kissing her as she cried… He held her for just a few minutes, and told her it was time she went to bed. She turned to walk away and he patted her butt. A smile came across her lips that Mark could not see… She slowly ascended the stairs and went to bed.

The next day, Mark pulled into the driveway at his usual time. He wondered what Maria had been up to all day. Or was she even still here?.. He was pretty rough on her last night. Even though she deserved exactly what she got. He loved his wife, but could no longer live like he was… The more he thought about it, the more he was sure she would be gone. He reached up to unlock the door and it flew open . There was Maria… all smiles .. She threw her arms around Mark’s neck and kissed him like she hadn’t seen him in months. He instantly knew he had made the right choice and tonight was going to be so much different than last night…

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Bethrowed Juliettes Spanking – P3

Just over twenty-four hours later, David was sitting in bed, reading a magazine, when Juliette entered their bedroom and walked across to the dressing table. She crossed her arms and took hold of the hem of her tailored white T-shirt, with her company’s logo embroidered neatly into the lower right-hand corner. As she often did, she watched her reflection as she pulled the garment up slowly and over her head, before shaking it out and taking it to the Ali Baba in the corner of the room, by the bathroom door.

David lowered his magazine and watched the ritual with interest, pondering the thought that this girl was still able to stimulate him as powerfully as she had ever done. Indeed, he was about to allow his thoughts to wander distractedly along that path when the more pressing need brought itself afresh to the forefront of his mind and his thoughts went back to the strange e-mail he had received that morning in his hotel in Nuremberg. At first, he had put the use of the wrong Christian name down to a lapse of memory, for Juliette had a cousin by the name of Mark, but as he had read the e-mail, it became apparent that the cousin had not been in her mind at all.

Lawyers would have had their time cut out trying to draw any conclusive proof of misplaced intentions on the part of Juliette, but a husband who suspects he may be losing his wife’s affections does not work to Judges’ rules and the instruction of his mind is not subject to the provisions set out in the Police & Criminal Evidence Act. Suspicion alone is enough to provoke a response from a man who feels threatened. This having been said, David’s response was not conventional – for one very good reason. His life revolved around Juliette and her happiness, so it would hardly have been appropriate to lay into her verbally and risk saying things that could do irreparable damage to their relationship. As for physical intervention, if this was to happen, it would have to be very different from that which he had witnessed throughout his childhood and adolescence, as his long-suffering but deeply loyal and devoted mother had tolerated, without demur, the violent manifestations of inadequacy to which his father -like his father before him – had always been prone, whenever things did not go entirely his way. David had been appalled at this, but had, at the urgent insistence of his mother, resisted the temptation to challenge his father. The abuse had, nevertheless, left mental and physical scars on both wife and son.

To many people, the options would have been either to leave home at the earliest date or to tackle the problem head-on. David, however, was not ‘most people’ and he had resolved to find a way of dealing this that would leave minimal problems in its wake. To an extent, he had been successful and information had actually reached the single neurone that usually controlled Bob Malence’ sad life, telling him that it might be wise not to provoke even a mild-mannered son, who might yet prove unpredictable and might not always acquiesce to his mother’s pacifying entreaties. Thus, once David had become a man, Bob had decided that the best way to cope with his inadequacy would be to pickle it in alcohol and hope that it would cease to trouble him. It had been an effective course of action, but one that had left him as inanimate on the inside as he was incommunicative on the outside. As for Juliette, it was difficult to tell which of the options would have been better, but at least she was no longer in physical pain.

Whilst David was processing these thoughts at lightning speed in his mind, a parallel process was in operation, seeking to work out a strategy for preventing the collapse of the most precious structure amongst all his designs. The conclusion that he reached, as he watched Juliette’s reflection in her mirror, as she lowered the zip fastener on her beautifully-tailored jeans, would have startled onlookers even more than news of the marriage had stunned the families.

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Cinema Spanking

You and I are at a movie theater. We have the
 back row all to ourselves. No more than a minute
 after the lights have dimmed, you begin slipping
 your hand beneath the box of popcorn on my lap
 to give me an unexpected massage. I flinch in
 surprise at first and slap your hand away out
 of propriety. But after you make another advance
 beneath the popcorn, I find myself with a rather
 powerful involuntary hard-on. My whispered warnings
 for you to behave go unheeded. By the time the
 previews have ended and the feature has begun,
 you’ve managed to unzip my trousers and have worked
 your fingers into my briefs. When I mention that
 you’ll soon be in for a bottom-warming, you simply
 giggle and continue your game of pinch the pickle.
 After a few more squeezes, I place the popcorn box
 on the floor, grab hold of you and pull your
 wriggling frame across my lap. For a moment or two
 I hold you firmly in place, rubbing and kneading
 your ass cheeks as a prelude to the spanking you
 so richly deserve. Then, as something loud happens
 on the screen, I give the back of your skirt a
 sound smack. I wait for more noise and when the
 audience breaks into laughter, I spank you three
 more times in quick succession. This goes on for
 several minutes- something loud happens in the
 movie and you get a swat. The audience reacts
 and you get two smacks to your shapely rump.
 Then, just as I raise my hand to continue,
 I am blinded by an usher’s flashlight.
 Momentarily stunned, I silently hold you in
 place as not to expose myself. The usher turns
 off the light and through the darkness I seem
 to make out a smile coming across his face.
 Instead of throwing us out, he simply points to
 a balcony overhead.    

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 “You’d be better off up there.” he says quietly,
 as he turns and walks away.  
 As the usher leaves, you push yourself from
 my lap and stand up. Poking my cock back into
 my underwear, I rise and zip up. Then, taking
 you by the arm, I lead you out into the lobby
 and up the stairs. Once inside the dark empty
 balcony, we begin kissing. Our bodies press
 against each other. Your lips are soft and wet.
 I reach down between your legs, hoping to find
 moisture there as well. You are quite damp.
 Your thighs clamp around my fingers.
 Slowly pulling my hand away, I guide you to
 the rear aisle and bend you over the back of the
 nearest seat. Throwing you skirt over your back,
 I raise my hand to give that stunning ass of
 yours another dose of correction. But now there
 is a quiet scene being played out on the screen
 and I dare not spank you for fear of attracting
 attention. So instead, I begin working your thighs
 and buttocks between my strong hands, occasionally
 allowing my fingers to gently probe your most
 tender regions. Moaning ever so softly, you reach
 forward, gripping the armrests and elevate your
 exquisite backside, providing a none too subtle
 invitation. I immediately unbuckle my belt,
 zip down and push my pants to my ankles.
 Taking my almost painfully stiff rod in hand,
 I playfully slap your rosy cheeks with it.
 You begin to laugh, then cover your mouth as not
 to be heard. I continue teasing you by sliding
 the head of my member up and down the crack of
 your ass until you begin to grunt and wiggle
 your hips impatiently. So I enter you. Slowly but
 with determination I ease myself deep into your
 warm inviting passage. I step forward, taking you
 by the hips as I push my cock in up to its hilt.
 I slowly withdraw, almost completely, only to
 slide in deeply once again. I continue fucking
 you slowly until neither of us can stand it
 any longer. For a moment I stop all together
 and then start again, thrusting with greater
 and greater speed eventually bringing our act
 to an intense, if muted, climax.   
 Afterwards, we share a quick kiss and a
 long embrace before putting our clothing and
 composures back in order. We sit and watch the
 film for a while, but for some reason it seems
 rather dull, so we decide to go home and continue
 making our own entertainment. Leaving the theater,
 we walk past the usher who is now manning the
 candy counter. He looks away politely as we exit,
 pretending not to notice that my hand is cupping
 your lovely bottom. 

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Anyas Hard Spanking


Anya stopped dead in her tracks as the voice speaking these words made her blood run cold. Her mind raced as she tried to think of a good reason she had disobeyed him and left the house sick. Slowly, she turned and looked into her husband’s deep blue eyes, which now seemed to bore into her very soul.


Mitch threw his hand up. “DON’T!!!” he commanded in a tone she knew well. Mitch stood 6’04” and fairly towered over Anya’s 5’05” frame. He slowly and purposefully approached her as she began to nervously play with the bottom of the t-shirt she was wearing. “Anya Marie…just what do you think you are doing?” His voice was low and steady as he asked her this question, not seeking an answer. “Just this morning I left you with a fever of 102.5! You were to be home resting! Instead I find you here…at the store…would you care to explain yourself?!?”

Mitch glared at Anya as she nervously stumbled over her words saying, “I…I’ve been feeling better and I was bored to tears.”

Taking his wife by the arm and leading her out of the store to his car, he stated, “We’re going back home and have a little discussion, young lady! Let me assure you, you will not be bored to tears.”

“But…but…”Anya stuttered

“I don’t think I would say anything further, Anya Marie,” he strongly suggested.

She wisely took the hint and sat quietly on the passenger side while she tormented over the fate that surely awaited her. Mitch was very serious about his wife’s health since a severe bout with strep throat which landed her in the hospital the previous year.

While Anya sat thinking, so did Mitch as he drove. He thought about his wife driving with a high fever, possibly passing out behind the wheel of the car…and any other number of things that could have happened.

In silence, they approached the house. Pulling into the carport and stopping, Mitch turned to Anya and carefully said, “Get on up to the bedroom…NOW!”

“Yes, Sir,” she nearly whispered, opening the door and exiting the vehicle.

Mitch watched as Anya slowly went inside, knowing what was running through her mind. Shaking his head, he quickly called his brother, making arrangements to pick up Anya’s car later that day. He then strengthened his resolve and started inside himself.

Anya sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Mitch to come up and discuss matters with her. She was not looking forward to this discussion.

She heard Mitch slowly climbing the stairs and then watched as the door opened.

Looking at Anya sitting appearing so pathetic, he went into the bathroom to get the digital thermometer. He needed to know if she was still running a fever. He would not punish her that day if she was.

“Open up,” he ordered, placing the thermometer under Anya’s tongue then turning the armless desk chair and sitting.

“Honey,” Mitch started. “Do you understand how much I love you?”

Anya responded with a quiet nod.

“Do you realize that you could have been seriously injured had you say…passed out due to your fever while driving? You could have been hurt or hurt someone else!” He expressed with great concern evident in his voice.

Anya glared at the floor as the thermometer signaled it was done. Removing it, Mitch stood shaking his head. He then showed the display to his wife.

“101.9,” he stated. “And you are out running around!”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Anya said, beginning to cry.

“Get changed and get back into bed. When your fever is gone, we WILL be discussing your behavior, young lady!”

“Yes, Sir,” Anya answered and quickly complied.

For the rest of that day and the next day, Mitch stayed with Anya and nursed his ailing wife.

Two days later, Anya sat on the edge of the bed with the thermometer protruding from her mouth once again, Mitch watching her.

Beeping indicated that the moment of truth was at hand. Mitch looked at the display and nodded.

“98.2,” he stated. “I think it’s time we have that talk, young lady.”

Sitting down in the armless desk chair, Mitch called Anya to him. Slowly she obeyed, eying the mahogany brush sitting ominously on the vanity, well within her husband’s reach.

“Honey,” Mitch began. “Do you understand why I was so upset…and why you are being punished?”

Hanging her head, she answered meekly, “Yes, Sir.”

Rolling up his sleeves, Mitch declared, “There’s no reason then to put it off any longer,” reaching out and pulling down Anya’s panties, allowing her to step out of them before gently guiding her over his lap.

“I hate to have to do this, honey, but you are going to begin taking your health seriously.”

With this statement, he began bringing his massive hand down repeatedly, turning her bottom bright crimson.


Quickly reduced to tears, she wiggled and squirmed as she yelped, “Yes, Sir.”

Stopping for just a moment, he reached over to pick up the mahogany brush to make extra sure the point was understood and driven home.

CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK At this point, Mitch let the brush do the talking for him. The brush fell for a solid 5 minutes until Anya lay, limp and sobbing over her husband’s lap. He then lay the brush back down on the vanity and began gently rubbing Anya’s back saying, “its okay, honey…all is forgiven…it’s over now.”

As her crying grew to soft sobs, Mitch picked up his well spanked wife and carried her over to the bed, where he lay her down gently and cradled her in his arms. He stroked her long amber locks as the woman he loved more than life itself drifted off to sleep and, gently kissing her forehead, whispering, “Life is good.”

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Marias Bad Behaviour – P1

Mark pulled his car into the drive. He takes a deep sigh before even getting out of the car to go into the house. He and Maria had been fighting for months. He couldn’t even remember what had started the whole thing, but he was getting tired of it. He had decided that he had enough. Enough of her nasty attitude, enough of her cold shoulder, enough of her ignoring him. Mark felt that he was just there for his paycheck. Maria didn’t work outside of the home, and they didn’t have any children yet. They had only been married 3 years, and it didn’t look like they would make 4. He unlocked the door and went on in. Instead of Maria meeting him at the door with kisses like she used too, Mark found yesterdays newspaper still where it was this morning when he left, the breakfast dishes still piled in the sink, and there were no signs of dinner anywhere. .The piles of laundry were still there, where they had been dumped waiting to be washed.

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Maria was out in the pool, soaking in the sun. Mark yelled for her to come in the house. No response. He opened the sliding glass door and called for her again. She didn’t even acknowledge the fact that he was even home. He closed the door and decided to wait it out. Finally, she walked through the kitchen, heading for the refrigerator. She made herself a glass of ice tea, and turned to leave, without even looking Mark’s way. That was all it took. Mark saw red, and it was not Maria’s sunburn. “Dammit Maria…. this is going to stop right NOW.! “ Maria stopped long enough to set down her glass before she gave Mark one of her very cold shoulders and “I don’t give a shit” looks. She turned her back to him and began to walk away. Mark grabbed her by the arm and spun her around to face him. “You better listen to me you little brat, or you’ll have to pay the consequences for your nasty ass attitude and I am not sure you will like it very much”. Maria tried to pull her arm free, but Mark’s steel grip held her like a vice. “Let me go, you’re hurting me”, was all she could say. She was shocked by Mark’s actions. To her surprise Mark smiled. His mind was way ahead of her. He had been thinking about this for a week now. It seemed like everything was falling into place. “Let’s have a little talk, shall we Miss Brat?”

Before Maria could open her mouth to protest, Mark had grabbed a wooden spoon from the kitchen counter, and was pulling Maria towards the sofa. In one swift motion, Mark sat down and pulled Maria over his lap, and pinned her arm behind her in the small of her back, careful not to hurt her. He laid the wooden spoon on the sofa beside him. Maria felt good lying across his lap. This was the closest he had been to touching her in weeks. She struggled to get off his lap. Panic was building deep inside her, and she was scared. Mark had never acted this way before. “This isn’t funny anymore Mark… Let me up”. The next thing Maria heard was the sound of a sound spank landing square in the middle of her bottom. And then another … And then another.. She was kicking and screaming by this time.. “Do I have your attention now, my little Brat?” He hadn’t spanked Maria hard yet.. He didn’t have too. All he wanted right now was her undivided attention, and he had it.

I think it is time to lay down a few house rules Mark said to Maria. She didn’t want any part of this discussion and struggled to get away from him again. Another solid crack to her already warm bottom. Maria let out a scream. She tried to kick him… and even tried to bite his leg.. Mark was beginning to loose his patients again.. He slipped his finger into the band on Maria’s bikini bottom and yanked it down to her knees. Her heart was immediately in her throat. She had never been spanked as a child, let alone an adult. “Ok, ok, ok….. I am listening.” was all she could manage to get out before another loud crack rang through the air. Tears were beginning to sting Maria’s eyes. “Please stop Mark, this really hurts”. Just for good measure, and to make sure he had Marias full attention, Mark gave Marias bare ass 5 more good spanks with his hand. She could not stop the tears now.. She knew she had been a real brat these last few months and she deserved exactly what she was getting. To her surprise, Mark gently turned her over and held her on his lap for a few minutes and let her cry..

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Bethrowed Juliettes Spanking – P2

Six years down the line from a marriage that had been given six months to live by the most optimistic forecasters, it was beginning to look very much as if it had simply been an error of calculation on the part of the latter, for early signs of structural failure were very much in evidence in the household. David’s work required increasing periods of absence from home, whilst Juliette’s professional life was opening up very appealing new opportunities in all areas of her life. At first, she had dismissed these as the normal process of temptation after a few years of very contented and fulfilling – albeit childless – marriage. She and David had maintained the flame that had ignited between them, following their first encounter when he had been arranging a business visit to the Far East in connection with a major transport engineering scheme. They both enjoyed the good life as well, although this was one area in which the differences in temperament did manifest themselves, since David’s inclination tended, unsurprisingly, to be towards caution, whereas Juliette was often seduced by the appeal of flamboyance. In fact, it had been the fifth anniversary dinner, at an extremely expensive Spanish restaurant, that had caused the first major confrontation between them, an event that had left Juliette, egged on by Rioja-induced anæsthesia of her inhibitions, to create what could have been an embarrassing scene in public, had it not been for quick-thinking David’s sharpness of mind.

From that point on, hairline cracks had begun to appear and Juliette’s social life had begun to include other avenues for stimulation. She had no difficulty whatsoever in making acquaintances – although, like David, she was also careful in choosing friends. When she started tapping the keyboard of the family computer during the evenings whilst David was away, to chat with him in various parts of the world, it was not long before she started to leave the machine switched on at the end of her Messenger chat and went on to surf her way into new waters. In this medium, despite her sharpness in the 3-dimensional world, she had been somewhat out of her depth. There had been nothing sinister about her contacts, as she had seen the perverts and morons off very promptly. What she had not prepared herself for was the way in which she would respond to the people whom she came to like – one in particular.

Mark Warner was 15 years older than Juliette and was a freelance software engineer who was doing very nicely for himself in the South-West of England. He was happily married and was father to three children. Like many other people who had discovered the Internet, he had not set out with the specific aim of finding new social territories to explore and the thought of infidelity had been totally alien to him. However, neither he nor Juliette had foreseen how events would develop. Had either of both of them taken the time to look ahead, they would have heard the roar of the cascades ahead of the boat that was carrying their friendship along deceptively still and bewitchingly calm and pleasant waters. Unfortunately, they became so engrossed with each other that neither of them noticed, or even tried to see, that they were drifting at an alarming rate towards marital catastrophe. In truth, whilst the excitement of ‘Net flirtation was intensely enjoyable, neither of them really wanted the situation to get out of control, but neither of them felt the need to test the brakes. It was, therefore, obvious, that this responsibility would fall to somebody else.

As it turned out, it was on David’s shoulders that this landed, in a manner that was really too bizarre to believe.

Late in the evening, on one very cold February day, on the eve of David’s return from Southern Germany, Juliette was reading carefully through an e-mail she had written to Mark when the telephone rang. It was Joline, anxious to find out if her older sister could babysit for her 12-month old daughter on the following day, so that the harassed parents could get out for a few hours for some ‘quality time’ together. As with many a conversation between sisters, the agenda was self-extending and the conversation moved on to other topics. Having acquired a degree of multitasking skill, Juliette was filling in the e-mail address as she spoke to her sister. The address book appeared in the usual two columns on the screen and Juliette highlighted ‘Warner, Mark’. She was about to click on it when Joline came to a particularly hilarious point in the diary of her daughter’s activities, in which she had managed to re-programme Grandad’s video recorder with acutely embarrassing consequences. Juliette howled with laughter and her finger just caught the ‘shift column’ button via the mouse, moving the highlight to ‘Malence, David’. Unfortunately, such was the laughter that Juliette had been unaware of this and the e-mail was duly despatched and, in the custoJuliette mechanical manner, deleted unchecked from the ‘Sent items’ box in the email window.

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Spanked By Master

I heard the sound of His cane whistling through the air before it struck my tender cheeks. My eyes were closed and I gripped the edges of the desk tightly in a futile attempt to prepare.


I jumped; I just couldn’t help it. Instantly the painful mark from His lash begin to well up on my exposed flesh. He chuckled, enjoying my obvious discomfort, and raised the cane to punish me again.



Eyes watering, I helplessly clenched my cheeks against His punishingly hard strokes.



Pain filled my head even as intense desire drenched my inner thighs, and I bit my lip in concentration.



I could feel tears welling up, threatening, as he stopped the punishment long enough just to trace the lines on my ass.

“Three more, little one,” he murmured, and I braced myself for the rest of my promised punishment.



The tears were falling easily now; He’d never caned me so hard before. I was whimpering when I heard the sound of the last stroke begin.


He immediately dropped the cane. His firm hands comforted me, caressed me, touching the areas that radiated heat as I sighed in pleasure and pain.

His big hands moved from tracing the lash marks to spreading my sore cheeks. I moaned as His lubed fingers toyed with my ass, teasing, probing, penetrating. He added more lube and then more fingers to ease the path as I gasped and squirmed in surprise. Then past my loud protests He held me down over the desk and began to force a huge plug into my tightest hole.

I kicked my legs and groaned but he wouldn’t stop. Slowly, relentlessly, he pushed the enormous toy into my ass.

The Pain Files

“M-Master, please!” I begged, but he said, “Shhhhh,” and continued.

Finally it became almost too painful to bear and I knew He was at the largest part of the toy. I shouted “No!” and then felt the plug slide all the way inside, my cheeks closing around the intruder.

“Open your eyes, sarahh.” He said, interrupting my whimpers and wild thoughts, and that’s when I realized another Master was in the room. He was standing in front of me, fly undone, waiting for my mouth on his thick erection.

Well-trained, I opened my mouth without hesitation and he immediately filled it with his hard cock. He fucked in and out without mercy. As I attempted to adjust my own Master roughly entered my wet pussy from behind with his enormous tool.

I tried to picture what I must look like at this moment; bent over a business desk in front of two well-dressed men, completely naked, bare cheeks criss-crossed with lash marks, huge plug protruding from my ass, thick cocks from two Masters penetrating my mouth and pussy.

Ass cheeks sore, all orifices filled, properly disciplined; is it any wonder that I came suddenly, without warning, without permission, my body helplessly gripping the Masters who were using it well?

In a daze I heard my own Master’s warm chuckle as he continued to thrust into me. I knew I’d have to be punished for my orgasm without his consent.

I couldn’t wait.

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