Monday, October 13, 2014

Kandy Gets the Kane

Strippers, they live in a world where they seem to think that rules do not apply to them. Outlaw runs a tight ship at his bar. If a Stripper gets three strikes it's either out the door or they take a spanking to keep their job. Kandy has been spanked twice before. This time Outlaw decides it's the cane for her. 

 Kandy gets spanked, ass fucked, then caned. This is a lesson that she will never forget. 

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Sunday, September 28, 2014

Two Spanked Bartenders

Starring Becky

                                                                Featuring Shy

Two Naughty bartenders are given a choice either you'll be fired for using drugs at work or you can take a spanking. Both girls get a severe bare bottom spanking.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Kandy with a K, gets the belt

As a certain Judge's daughter found out there is nothing like the sting of the belt. Kandy is a very naughty girl who is lazy and refuses to do her assigned work at the club. Now Kandy is from the country, she came to the big city to be an actress but things are quite going the way she wants. A call home to her mother and her boss finds out she frequently needs a bare bottom belting to get her in line. First she gets ten over her sweat pants, then she must lower them and her panties for a bare bottom thrashing that leaves her crying.



Monday, October 24, 2011

Spank the Girls and Make them Cry

A Spanking Just doesn't seem like it has accomplished it's purpose if you don't make the water fall from the young ladies eyes before you are done. How do you really know if she has learned her lesson, otherwise? At we try to make all our lessons meaningful. So the water falls from the eyes and sometimes the snot comes out of the nose as well and just to make sure we don't stop when the crying starts.

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Saturday, October 22, 2011

Main site gets a OVER HAUL!

Okay everyone can stop their bitching! I updated the site. Finally got time! Offering over 700 free stills and 20+ free Video's on the main site!

Picture and Video from Kandy Caned and Ass Fucked in Full HD

Friday, October 21, 2011


I always try to give my movies as much realism as possible. Spankings are meant to teach a lesson and there is no point in spanking a girl that is not naughty. This girl, Sara was an accounting student that both me and my brother let do our taxes. My brother was smarter and had his taxes redone. I was dumb enough to send them in. Luckily I sent them in early, they were sent back to me with a note that said if I turn these in like this I would likely get audited. Now Sara had often joked with me that someday she might have to "make one of my movies" because she needed the money. After I got my taxes back....well let's just say one thing lead to another and this young lady wound up getting a much needed spanking.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Favorite Model: Tasty

Tasty was only in one Wellspanked film and that was Shop Lifter Caned and Ass Fucked. In the film she plays a shop lifter that has been caught by security and taken to his boss. The boss of course gives her a choice, corporal punishment or jail. She chooses the punishment and is spanked, caned, and paddled until her butt is bright red and tears are flowing from her eyes.


Thursday, October 13, 2011

The Study. Spanking fiction by Susan Thomas

The Study

The Woman walked down the corridor as so many had walked before her…..carrying a birch. She had no idea where she was, nor yet how she had come to be in this place but she did know why she was there: it was to be punished. She had only a very vague idea about what she had been doing before she was “summoned” to this place to be met by the Housekeeper.

Had you questioned the Housekeeper she would have told you that the women were often confused: they came from their office desks; from soulless production lines; from energetic classrooms; from their beds where they had been sleeping (these were the most confused as they still thought they were dreaming); and even from their baths whereupon they arrived naked and dripping.

The women were from every conceivable type of background: they varied in age and looks; in educational attainment; in aptitude and attitude. There was only one thing they shared in common…….their feeling of guilt. It was their guilt that made the summons possible.

The Housekeeper who met them was a motherly sort of woman: plump and kind, she dealt with their confusion with endless patience. A few made pretence of not understanding why they were there but she lowered her glasses and gave them such a penetrating, albeit understanding look that they gave up such folly. Although most asked questions very few received answers, instead they were given short instructions.
“Take this birch and walk straight down the corridor to the very end. There you will find the door to the Study. Make sure you knock and wait until you are invited to come in. It would be very rude to The Gentleman just to barge in.”

Many of the women had never seen a birch before but all were able to work out what it was for: all understood the nature of the punishment they were about to receive. The Housekeeper warned them that they would have to receive their punishment on unclothed skin. “The Gentleman will tell you what to take off. I don’t know what he will say because it depends on the nature of your error. It may be that you will have to strip off completely. Don’t be embarrassed if you have to do that: he is like a Doctor you know.”

The corridor was really quite unusual: clearly Victorian it had a tiled floor along its entire length. An intricate pattern of red, black and green tiles stretched out giving a feeling of spaciousness. The walls were half panelled but unusually the panelling was painted a classic cream colour: the wallpaper above was a rich William Morris. There were very few paintings or ornaments but instead small tables along the length carried vases filled with flower arrangements. The feeling was of warmth and light. It was corridor that normally would invite dalliance but not for the women. They had a birch to deliver and guilt to be dealt with.

The Woman had reached the study door and hesitated. It was not fear of punishment for she knew that the torment of the birch could never equal the torment of the guilt she carried. Her hesitation was to ensure that she was carrying herself well: shoulders back, head up and tummy in just as her grandmother had taught her. She knocked and heard the words “Come in”. The voice was not at all harsh. It was deep, pleasant and carried both authority and kindness.

The Woman entered the room and held out the birch to the gentleman who stood there but he made no effort to take it so she cradled it much as one would a baby. He was tall, with dark hair going grey that was brushed right back from his forehead. He was undoubtedly good looking but it was his presence that one noticed most. He had an enormous authority but combined with a deep understanding and compassion. No woman would ever have lied to him, not because of fear, but simply because it seemed so futile.

The room was huge: opposite the door was a large bay window that overlooked a garden. It was lined with built in bookcases all with glazed doors to protect the books. A large fireplace was against one wall with two deep leather armchairs. In the bay was a large desk with a number of books and papers on it and in the large carpeted space in the middle of the room was a large, extremely solid table. It had nothing on it at all and no chairs for anyone to sit and work at it. The Woman instinctively knew why it was there.

The Gentleman looked at her with sadness. He would question her, although he already knew why she was there, and then he would chastise her. Most of the women screamed and cried (although very few cried for mercy): the noise of their chastisement echoing down the corridor and through the oak doors to reach the Housekeeper’s ears. She would smile…….nothing nasty at all: it was a smile of understanding. She knew exactly what they were going through but as she would put it, “It is for your own good dear.”

The gentleman questioned all the women in much the same way. He found women to have a much greater sense of guilt than men but they still needed to be questioned before punishment. The purpose of the questioning was firstly to establish precisely what it was they had done wrong so that they could understand and acknowledge the reality of their errors and not just carry a vague guilt. After that they had to accept responsibility for their errors: in that they were no better than men. “So little progress over the centuries” he thought. “What was it Eve had said? ‘It was the serpent that made me do it.’ Today it is usually the husband or boy friend they blame.” Having accepted the responsibility it was a short step to repentance. When that was achieved he proceeded swiftly to the punishment that would give them the release they needed.

He looked fondly at the Woman before him. He had to spend so little time questioning her for more than most she had a clear understanding of her errors and responsibilities. Nevertheless he must punish her severely for her errors were grievous ones.

“You understand that I must chastise you severely? It is for your own good”
The Woman nodded. She was calm as she stood with a natural grace that made her beautiful.
“You must remove all of your clothes: your errors demand it. Fold your clothes neatly and place them on an armchair. Then I wish you to stand in the corner holding this book that I shall give you. In it I have already written the details of your errors and the punishment to be given you. You may keep it so that it can serve both as a reminder and a warning.”

The Woman nodded. She stooped to remove her shoes and placed them neatly under one of the armchairs. Her hands went to the buttons on her blouse and she began to undo them. It was as if she was drugged and she couldn’t seem to hurry but just slowly and methodically undid the buttons. The gentleman made no attempt to look away. She removed her blouse and folded it before placing it on the seat of the armchair. Her long blonde hair flowed over her shoulders. She had slim broad shoulders and her skin was flawless and creamy: without her natural grace and carriage she was beautiful but the combination was breathtaking. The Gentleman watched her undress with the appreciation normally reserved for a great work of art.

The Woman’s hands went to the button and zip on her hip and loosened her skirt. It was a fine quality wool skirt with a lining which made a rich swishing sound as she lowered it and stepped out of it. For some reason she seemed to think that she had to undress in the same spot in which she had had stood while he questioned her. This meant that for every item she removed she needed to walk over to the chair to place the clothing.

The gentleman enjoyed watching her move: the precise grace she brought to the simplest of movements was a joy to watch. She was now clad only in a cream coloured bra with matching panties: unusually (most of the women wore tights) she was wearing a suspender belt, that matched the rest of her underwear, and a pair of stockings. This remaining clothing seemed to accentuate her excellent figure and drew the eyes to the movement of her shapely bottom.

Now the Woman undid the clasps and extending each leg in turn removed the stockings: the actions were almost poetic and the bare legs justified the poetry. Slim and shapely they had the same flawless cream of her shoulders. Now she reached behind her to undo the bra: the gentleman held his breath hoping that her breasts would not disappoint. They did not. They were perfection in shape and colour with beautiful rosette nipples.
As she walked back to her spot clad only in her panties The Gentleman took in her figure and thought that he had never had such a beauty here in his study. Her hands went to the last remaining item of clothing and she slipped them gracefully down her legs before stepping out of them. She showed no trace of embarrassment even though The Gentleman (rarely for him) stared intently at that area they had covered. She was not shaven but neatly trimmed and the colour of her hair was golden: any man looking at her could not fail to be aroused.

The Gentleman stepped forward and gave her the book: it had her name handwritten on the front in a beautiful flowing script. “Take this and stand in that corner. Hold the book to your heart as a symbol of your repentance. I shall tell you when it is time for your chastisement to commence.”
Meekly, head bowed, she took the book and walked to the corner. The gentleman watched her shapely bottom glide across and began to wonder if she might not be the one he could ask to be his wife. She was intelligent and beautiful and he longed for someone to share the burden of his work and (of course) his bed.
The thought of The Woman sharing his bed was suddenly very appealing. He took himself in hand immediately: first came his duty to The Woman. If she took her punishment well then there was the time to think of other things

“It is time” he called “please step over to the table.” He indicated to her that she should stand at one end and bend over holding on the far side.

The Woman looked doubtful the table seemed so big. As if reading her mind, The Gentleman said quietly, “It will be perfect for you. It is perfect for each woman that takes her punishment here.”

For the first time a look of anxiety crossed her face and The Gentleman feared a flaw in her perfection. However, he was reassured by her words. “You won’t spare me will you? You will chastise me severely.” He smiled approvingly: indeed she did seem to have the ideal qualities to be his wife.

She bent across the table and gripped the far edge as instructed. The Gentleman stood to her left and rested the end of the birch in the centre of her right bottom cheek. He took a step back raised the birch and brought it down with a strong smack. A huge mark appeared on her bottom and she gave a soft gasp. The Gentleman liked the familiar sound of swishing that the birch made as it went through the air and the “shrack” sound as it smacked across the bare bottom. He gave her the second smack with no interval and again the soft gasp: her right bottom cheek was already quite red as he gave her the third. The cheeks moved in response to the smack, not as a cane produces, but with results that are much more evident.

The Woman continued to gasp softly for each of the first twelve smacks. The Gentleman changed sides in order to ensure that her left cheek was amply punished: throughout the twelve smacks he gave in this position The Woman gave soft gasps from time to time. Then he returned to her left side and began again: at each swish-shrack of the birch her bottom became more red and inflamed with a criss-cross of fine red lines with tiny deeper red marks that looked a little like blood spots. As he proceeded to administer the third batch of twelve smacks the Woman’s gasps became more noticeable and the very still position she had held was lost to jumping movements of her bottom and the clenching and unclenching of her hands. After forty eight strokes

The Woman’s bottom was highly inflamed with nothing to be seen of the creamy soft skin: instead was a tracery of harsh red lines with clear blood spots forming.
The Gentleman took a fresh birch and now applied the swish-shrack of the birch to the back of her thighs until he had transformed them to the same condition as the cheeks of her bottom. Swish-shrack …..swish-sharck at each smack in this part of the punishment The Woman cried out and her legs jumped and trembled. Finally he felt the punishment was near its end. He took another birch from the container: this was different in that it had only three switches in it. Each of the switches bound together was about a quarter of an inch thick and it was a fearful looking thing.

“My dear.” he said “Your punishment is nearly at an end. I shall give you nine more strokes with this more severe birch and then it will be over. You have done well.”

There was little wind resistance with this birch and The Gentleman delivered the first stroke with considerable force on an already highly punished bottom. The Woman’s head shot up and she screeched. She screeched and wailed throughout the nine blows and no wonder for the punishment was severe: “…but no more than you deserve my love…” thought The Housekeeper as she waited by the door of the study.
The Gentleman interrupted The Woman’s cries. “Your punishment is over” he announced “and my Housekeeper shall minister to you.”

The Housekeeper entered and no mother could have been kinder as she soothed and comforted The Woman. She had brought with her a bowel of water, towels and lotion: these she applied as The Gentleman sat at his desk and wrote. The Housekeeper helped her charge to dress but the panties were not put on.
By the time she was dressed The Woman had regained her composure but it was clear from her face and posture that she had been soundly chastised. The Gentleman approached and she held out her hand intending to shake his hand and thank him. Instead he took her hand gently in his and bowing kissed it. “My dear” he murmured “it has been an honour and privilege to give you your punishment. Before you go I have a letter that I would be pleased if you would read when you feel that you have recovered.”

The Housekeeper started and looked quickly at her employer who inclined his head in response. The housekeeper smiled; suddenly she was sure that this house would have a Mistress as well as a Master. Taking her charge gently by the arm she led her back into the corridor but The Woman turned at the door. She smiled at The Gentleman as he stood by his desk: indicating the letter and the table in one gentle, fluid movement she said “Thank You”.

When the door had closed The Gentleman stood finding that his thoughts were replaying her undressing but this time the setting was his bedroom. He indulged the pleasant train of thoughts for quite a while until, his hopes high, he returned to the papers on his desk. As he read, he knew that soon he would be issuing another young woman a summons to join him in The Study.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

THE BARN BURNERS spanking fiction by JujuBees

The Barn Burners
Natalie looked back over her shoulder at the billowing cloud of smoke in the distance. Her side was beginning to ache from running so fast. She knew she had to stop, she could go no further. She collapsed onto the ground next to a nearby tree to catch her breath. Beau came running up behind her and threw himself to the ground beside her, both of them struggling to catch their breath.

When she could finally speak, Natalie shook her head. “We’re in for it now!”

“Not if they don’t find out it was us.” Beau said hopefully, reaching inside his pocket, fingering the lighter he had just used to light the firecrackers. “I’m not sure anyone saw us there.”

They heard the sirens in the distance as the fire department pulled up to the vacant field to douse the flames. “At least someone called the fire department” Beau observed.

Natalie and Beau were fiercely loyal to one another. Their father had been sent to prison when they were three and four years old respectively, and their mother ran off and left them when they had been six and seven years old. After that, they had lived mostly with their great grandmother until last winter when she got very sick and had to be put in a retirement home. Now they were thirteen and fourteen years old, and had been living with their father’s brother and his wife, Uncle Dan and Aunt Ruth, for the past six months.

Natalie started to cry. “What if they find out we did it and send us away?”

“We’ll stick together no matter what” Beau assured her. “We won’t let them separate us or send us to some state home. We’ll run away first.” Beau said, though he knew his plan was easier said than done. They had been at the mercy of adults their entire lives, and the problem was there was no place for them to run. Especially, now that they were living in the country.

They stewed over their predicament for a long time, finally resolving they had to return home and hope no one suspected them of starting the fire. Uncle Dan was sitting in the rocker on the front porch when they arrived. “Where’ve you been?” He asked casually.

Beau shrugged “just out in the fields.”

“I would have thought you would have shown up at the fire, I’m sure you could see the smoke. Everyone around was there it seemed, it was quite exciting.” Uncle Dan said.

“We saw the smoke” Beau said nervously.

Uncle Dan was very suspicious of his niece and nephew. “Someone mentioned that you two were the culprits who started that blaze, but I told them I doubted it. Do me a favor though and turn out your pockets for me” Uncle Dan said. “Just so I can make sure in my mind it wasn’t the two of you that started that blaze.”

Beau’s face turned crimson. Natalie pulled out her pockets quickly, since there was nothing inside them. Beau carefully worked his pockets halfway out, hoping his uncle would think they were empty. Uncle Dan could tell Beau’s pockets were not all the way turned out, so he reached over and yanked on them until the incriminating contents fell to the porch. Beau closed his eyes as he heard the cigarette lighter and the few left over firecrackers hit the ground. He cursed himself for not destroying the evidence, but he had also never been searched before when he got home.

Uncle Dan looked at Beau curiously. “Care to explain the firecrackers and the lighter?”

Beau was unable to look at his uncle. “It’s not what you think.”

“Explain what it is then.” Uncle Dan suggested as Aunt Ruth joined them on the porch. Beau knew he was in trouble. He tried to will himself to run, but his legs were like lead and he couldn’t move. Uncle Dan reached down and picked up the firecrackers and lighter. “Anyone who saw these might think you had something to do with starting that fire.”

Natalie stood next to her brother Beau, staring at the ground and glancing up at Beau from time to time, following her brothers lead.

“Explain why I shouldn’t suspect you started that fire.” Uncle Dan suggested. But before Beau could answer, a cop car pulled down the long dirt driveway and two officers quickly got out and approached them.

“Good evening” Officer Parker introduced himself and his partner Officer Johnson. “Someone reported seeing two teens running away from a fire about half mile from here, just shortly after the fire started. We were told they lived here.” Officer Parker said.

Beau and Natalie knew they were busted. Uncle Dan handed the lighter and firecrackers to the police officer. “You might be interested to see what I found in their pockets.” He said.

Officer Parker looked intently at Beau and Natalie. “Care to explain what you are doing with these things?” He asked, and Natalie’s lips started to quiver and she began to cry.

“We didn’t mean to do it” Natalie burst out and Beau elbowed her as hard as he could. But that was the beginning of the end. Finally Beau and Natalie made a full confession that it was them who had lit the firecrackers in the field, but they both insisted they never intended for a fire to start.

Officer Parker explained to them both how extensive the damage was and that the old barn near where the fire started had been demolished by the flames. He talked for what seemed like forever to Natalie and Beau, and finally issued them both a citation to appear in juvenile court to answer for what they had done. Eventually Officer’s Parker and Johnson went back to their car and drove away and Beau and Natalie were left alone with their aunt and uncle on the porch.

Uncle Dan looked intently at them and frowned. “I suspect you found those old firecrackers out in the old garage. I’m sure my son Alex left them there a long time ago, but I told you the things in that garage were off limits. It’s been one thing after another since you both got here and quite frankly, I’ve about had enough of your shenanigans.”

“We’ll leave then” Beau said angrily.

“You’re not going anywhere” Uncle Dan informed him. “I never gave up on my own kids and I’m not about to give up on the two of you. However, when I finish with you both, you may wish I had.”

“What are you going to do to us?” Beau asked in a worried voice.

Uncle Dan and Aunt Ruth had raised three boys who were now grown and gone. Uncle Dan looked at Beau sternly. “I’m going to teach you an old fashioned lesson in obedience.” He said. “I told you to stay out of that barn and not to get into things in there. I’ve also warned you before about fire danger in the fields around here. We live in the country where everyone has a lot of property, and no one wants it destroyed.”

“Okay so I fucked up” Beau said angrily.

Uncle Dan looked at his wife Ruth briefly, then back at Beau. “I think we’ve had the discussion about bad language on several other occasions, so that isn’t helping your case.”

Beau’s jaw tightened. Uncle Dan was a reasonable man and had been very patient with Beau and Natalie. He usually gave them extra chores for discipline, which they hated to do and they seldom followed through with the extra chores, or any of their regular chores for that matter, unless they were threatened with harsher consequences. Uncle Dan had taken away their privileges and given them a good talking to countless times, but in reality nothing had really worked with them and they continued to do pretty much what they wanted.

“There comes a time when there’s been enough talk and the time comes for action.” Uncle Dan said. “So let’s take a walk.” He took Beau by one arm and Natalie by the other, leading them off the porch and over to the side of the large house to a grove of willow trees.

Beau swallowed. “This is bullshit.”

Uncle Dan raised his eyebrows as he proceeded to demonstrate the finer points of how to cut a switch.

“You can’t use that on us” Beau said emphatically.

“Your opinion is noted” Uncle Dan said handing the freshly cut branches to Natalie and escorting them both back to the house. They stopped on the porch briefly as Uncle Dan took time to clean off the branches with his pocket knife. Beau and Natalie watched with growing concern. Then he led both of them inside the house into the living room. Aunt Ruth busied herself in the kitchen.

“You can’t do this” Beau stated.

“I don’t want to Beau, but quite frankly you leave me little choice.” Uncle Dan stated emphatically. “This was how I learned to behave when I was young.” Uncle Dan stated. “And trust me I started minding a lot better after a good whipping.”

Natalie started to cry. Uncle Dan pulled out the ottoman and told Natalie to bend over and place her hands on either side. “Oh please Uncle Dan” Natalie said in anguish.

“This is what my brother and I received plenty of times when we were your age.” Uncle Dan quipped. “You’ll survive.” Natalie willed herself to bend over as instructed. Uncle Dan yanked on her shorts and panties and they fell down around her ankles, exposing her bare bottom.

Uncle Dan raised the switch high up in the air, bringing it down with a smooth swift stroke against Natalie’s bare bottom. SWISH! “Owwie” Natalie screamed standing up and reaching back to feel the fresh welt.

“I know its hard Natalie, but keep your hands flat on the ottoman and stay bent over or I will have to add more licks.” Uncle Dan warned.

With that Natalie started to cry “This isn’t fair.” But she bent back over the ottoman. SWISH! SWISH! The switch touched her bare skin two more times sharply causing her legs to wiggle back and forth. “Ouch!”

“Stay still” Uncle Dan warned her. “It’s important that you take your punishment like a young lady.”

Out of all the spankings Natalie remembered experiencing in her life, none were nearly as stinging as this one. SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! One after the other landed against her bare flesh and she screamed out in anguish. “Please stop” she sobbed.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! One after the other, this time moving down across the backs of her thighs “Ohhhhhhhh” she cried hysterically when the switch stung the backs of her thighs. SWISH, SWISH, SWISH, the licks fell in rapid succession, and Natalie thought she might die. She grabbed onto the ottoman for all she was worth her knuckles turning white. The whipping didn’t stop until her uncle had delivered thirty stinging licks to her bare bottom and thighs, most of them to the backs of her thighs.

She was begging for mercy. “No more please, please” she sobbed hysterically.

Uncle Dan decided that was enough for her and told her to pull up her pants and trade places with Beau. She bawled in pain as she pulled up her panties and shorts, the welts on her legs were visible beneath the bottom of her shorts.

Beau never remembered feeling this nervous. “Get over the ottoman and take your punishment like a young man” Uncle Dan said sternly.

Beau swallowed the lump in his throat and moved forward and leaned over the ottoman. His Uncle yanked down Beau’s pants and boxers, and they fell in a heap at his ankles, just as Natalie’s had.

SWISH! Uncle Dan wasted very little time getting started. “Oh Shit!” Beau said standing up in surprise.

“For swearing I’m adding five more” Uncle Dan said “and if you get up again, I’ll add another five. Stay still and take your punishment.”

Beau never felt such hatred and loathing in his life, being humiliated like he was. He gritted his teeth determined not to cry. SWISH, SWISH, SWISH! Uncle Dan wasted no time continuing with the punishment. Beau gritted his teeth. This was more pain than he ever remembered feeling from any other spanking in his life, even some of the beltings he received from his mother’s boyfriend when he was just a kid.

SWISH, SWISH, SWISH, SWISH, the licks continued to fall one after the other and after twenty, Beau had to grip the ottoman vehemently, so he would not stand up or reach back to block the switch.

“You really need to think things through before acting as foolishly as you did” Uncle Roy said as he continued. SWISH! SWISH!

Beau was made of strong emotions, but he could no longer hold back his tears. “Oww” he started to let go, feeling extremely humiliated. “Ouch” and the tears flowed freely.

Uncle Dan gave Beau fifty licks in total, swish after vicious swish listening to his nephew sob and try to hold still. Beau’s bottom and upper thighs were striped red and raw from the switch.

“No more” Beau begged in his humility. “Please.”

Uncle Dan finally withdrew the switch and told Beau to pull up his pants. Beau struggled, just as his sister had, to pull up his pants over his stinging bottom. His eyes were filled with tears and as he looked over he saw that Natalie was still bawling like a baby.

Uncle Dan looked at them both as they stood side by side in front of him. He placed his hand under Natalie’s chin and tilted her face up so he could look in her eyes. “I’m sorry I had to do that, and I know it hurts.”

He then looked his nephew squarely in the face. “I’m really sorry Beau, but what you did was not okay. It’s not okay to set fire to fields and then take off without even bothering to call for help. You acted very recklessly all the way around.”

Beau couldn’t stop crying as he felt the burn on his bottom and upper thighs. “Yes sir.”

“Things are going to change around here” Uncle Dan said. “You are both going to start doing what you are supposed to be doing. If you don’t, then we may have to do this again, but I sincerely hope not.”

With that, Uncle Dan took Natalie in his arms and hugged her. “I’ve grown to love you both just like my own kids, though I’m sure at times like this that’s hard for you to imagine. I only had to whip my three boys a couple of times over the years, and I sincerely hope this is the one and only time I have to whip you two.”

Uncle Dan reached over and hugged Natalie who sobbed heavily against her uncle’s chest. He released her a moment or two later and she ran and hugged her Aunt Ruth who was standing in the hallway. After several moments hugging Aunt Ruth, Natalie then retreated to the privacy of her bedroom to examine her welts and rub her sore bottom.

Beau stood facing his uncle, unable to stop his tears. Uncle Dan reached out and embraced Beau. Beau had not been hugged in a long time, especially by a man, and he suddenly felt himself melt as if he was a little boy again. Beau had always been strong, for his sister’s sake, but suddenly that was gone. His back shook vigorously as he sobbed against his uncle’s shoulder. “It’s okay to cry and let it out son” Uncle Dan said. “I know it hurts. And for the record, I know you didn’t mean to start that fire, but you really didn’t think about your actions.”

“I’m sorry” Beau sobbed.

“It’s okay” Uncle Dan said, patting him firmly on the back. “We won’t talk about this anymore. You’re square with me, but as for the citation you got from the police, that matter will still need to be resolved between you and the courts.”

“Yes sir” Beau said sniffing and trying to compose himself.

“Go on up to your room now” Uncle Dan said.

Beau swiftly went up the stairs to his room, passing Natalie’s closed door. When he entered his own bedroom he quickly closed the door, and ripped off his pants to relieve his burning bottom. He then threw himself down on his bed and began rubbing his bottom with vigor. He had never felt anything that painful in his life.

When they were alone, Dan looked at his wife Ruth and embraced her, kissing her forehead. “I thought we were done raising kids.”

“Me too” she sighed heavily. “And those two are full of spunk.”

Dan smiled, “Yes indeed, you can certainly tell they belong in this family.”

Monday, October 10, 2011

She Did it! Girl Spanks Girl!

Under the Pain of getting her first ever spanking, Big Breasted Allie breaks down in tears and cuts a deal. She fingers these two for stealing money out of the cash register. Having over heard these two in the dressing room, she knows that one of them is a thief.

The Girls are spanked and made to spank one another till one girl confesses. Very hard spanking, paddling, and strapping.

She Did It!