OTK Box Set: Seventeen Short Spanking Stories

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Now she had a vehicle for her pride. She had always been proud of her daughter, a bright intelligent daughter. Not many from the village had got into Grammer School in recent years. She knew that a lot of her peers in the W.I. Would be saying that very night…”I hear Karen got into Grammer school, she deserves it, her Mummy will be so proud.” Here's another listing of spanky goodies, so do make your way to the LSF to read your favourite spanking stories... not just the recently loaded ones, as there are over 27,000 others too! I wonder how long it would take to read every single one of them ... At times, spanking was an obsession, and one made all the more torturous for the shame I felt harboring it. For more than 20 years I thought there was something wrong with me. I thought that if, by chance, someone else felt the same way, then they'd be a dirty old man with a grubby overcoat and bulging eyes. But I couldn't help it. I didn't choose to be kinky in this way, any more than a man or woman chooses to be straight or gay. The way I saw it, homosexuals had their closet and I had mine. Only mine was a lot smaller, and I was the only one in it. I know you know what's expected of you here because I've taken a lot of time to make sure you understand, so none of this is a surprise to you. There are consequences for lying, there are consequences for being rude and not listening to Megan, there are consequences for cheating, and there are most definately consequences for being suspended from school. That'll stay on your record Lily!" Excellent. This will be fun then. The cane hurts so very much more then you might imagine, Thomas. I do so love to observe the reaction of a first caning. Perhaps we'd better make sure you stay in place."

p.m. Go out for a meal to celebrate daughter surviving the Titanic. Food is pretty good but I enjoy the view of the bar even more. Hot bartender makes pulling a pint intensely erotic. All sharp lines and bright blue eyes. I want him to dominate me and spank me. Share no more than a few glances with hot barman but the fantasies in my head keep me entertained for the rest of the evening. I’m a sub husband. My wife does not “punish” me per se. My whipping are very beneficial for both of us and even though I for one would like to be punished her response when we’ve discussed it is that I’m an adult and she can’t see how punishment of any kind works with adults.

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She wasn’t really my aunt. Maybe her name wasn’t really Doris, I don’t know. She was one of my mother’s friends, and my mother had lots of friends. They’d come over, drink, blab. Usually the party went on all night. Aunt Doris used to come into my room to make sure I was still alive. Sometimes she flopped on my cot and told me a story. She smelled of booze, perfume and something else, something I liked. Aunt Doris’ stories were on the short and dirty side, but they were the only ones I got. Okay...lose the attitude" she said calmly. "I'm just trying to understand. You knew that you had a responsibility, but you chose to take the easy way out so that you could do something fun despite the consequences. Is that right?" she asked. I nodded my head yes. I brewed a pot of coffee and took a cup to Vera, prepared as she’d requested (no need to be boorish, even if she had been a little rude in the manner of her request).

a.m. When I get home I greet my husband with a kiss, which leads to him running his hands all over my velvet-encased body, which leads to us getting naked. He sits and I get on his lap and straddle him, facing away from him. He comes, I don’t; it’s not the best position for me. But my husband is brilliant because as I lean over the sofa arm he fingers me as I rub my clit. He loves to see me come and understands I need direct clit stimulation more often than not. Yes, I would have. School is important Lily. They could have taken you shopping another day....the mall will always be there." I relate. As a man, though, it's a little different -- we're not supposed to hurt women, we're supposed to protect them. I've never hit a woman in my life, and abhor those who do, including those who emotionally abuse their partners. That's the essence of my shame, deepened by the impossibility of trying to explain it to someone who is not a spanko, someone who isn't wired to understand. As Keenan said: Thomas couldn't believe what was happening to him. He felt the cane tapping gently across the centre of his bared bottom cheeks, He had no idea what to expect, but he was dismayed that even these gentle taps stung unpleasantly. He screwed his face up in dread in anticipation of something considerably more painful About once a month we would go antique shopping with the goal of finding a new spanking implement and then we would hurry home to give it a try. Once a spanking was announced I had to strip and remain naked until she decided it was the time and this often meant I was around the house naked for several hours until she decided it was time for my spanking.I can’t, can’t I?” Vera said, a glint of purpose in her eye. “Shall we put that statement to the test?” The spit in her mouth had gone, her knees went weak as she saw Mummy swell before her taking a deep breath. Her eyebrow lifted and vanished beneath her fringe. She sat down, and opened the envelope. People still flew around in silver Constellations in those days. Everything in America looked big, beautiful, full of hope and dreams. I parked my incredible new car as close to the runway as the law allowed, watched the gleaming airplane taxi, race its engines and take off towards the sunset. I waved at the porthole I thought might be filled by Aunt Doris’s face. I stayed on the runway till dark. Wife Led Marriage (WLM), Domestic Discipline (DD), Wife Spanks Husband, Secretary Spanks Boss, In Front of Others

In the meantime, I’m grateful she’s been so game. Later at the dinner party, our naughty server Melanie dropped a dessert spoon into my lap, and it was too symbolic to ignore. So yes, I spanked her. And my darling wife raised Melanie's crisp little skirt for me. Slight of stature Vera may be, but she is what would be called “wiry” in a man—strong and athletic in a compact frame. I managed to stifle further outcry for the next dozen spanks, but Vera was applying the paddle with at least as much authority as Lucille ever did. Eventually I could no longer keep my distress under control, and I began to beg and plead for her to stop. When this had no effect, I cried out and promised to mend my ways. The paddling proceeded unabated. I ultimately surrendered completely and lay sobbing in submission as Vera continued to apply spank after burning spank to my naked and defenseless bottom. Mrs Pike had stomach trouble on and off for days after Marie's outburst. "Is it such a sin," she wrote in a letter to Marie, "to want to have my own son close at hand? In case anything untoward should happen?" Anyway, along with my belt, I wore one of my favorite pairs of belt whuppin’ sandals…a pair of dark brown, leather Rainbow thongs. Kind of hard to tell from the picture, but the color of them matches closely to the color of my belt.

She asked what I was thinking. I said I learned more from the last 3 hours than 4 years of college. Aunt Doris never finished high school. She never told me why she left home at 16, but I gathered it wasn’t a pleasant or pretty picture. Suddenly she wanted to talk about the past. Out in the parking lot, both of us woozy from low-grade champagne and pre-lunch martinis, Aunt Doris handed me the keys to her convertible. “You drive. Get used to driving dreamboats for a change.” When it’s cold and clear and dark enough to see the stars really shine, I put on the sweater she gave me, sit on the ground and look up. I feel warm though it’s night all over.[private] I know, I shouldn't have done anything that I did...I just...I didn't think it through enough" I said.