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Showing posts with label corporal punishment. Show all posts
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Thursday, November 3, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
Spank the Girls and Make them Cry
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Saturday, October 22, 2011
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Friday, October 21, 2011
ACCOUNTANT HELD ACCOUNTABLE
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
Thursday, October 13, 2011
The Study. Spanking fiction by Susan Thomas
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Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
Kandy Caned (and Ass Fucked) In Full HD
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Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
THE SHOPLIFTER
Eighteen year old Lisa sat on the edge of her
bed, that all too familiar feeling rising in the pit of
her stomach.
"Why?" she thought to herself, "Why did I ever take
that dare to try and sneak that blouse out of the store
without paying fot it? Drat that Jennifer, now I'm going
to get the spanking of my life because of her!".
Lisa need not have worried though, because just three
blocks over a similar scene to what Lisa was awaiting
was just at that moment beginning to be played out.
Jennifer was sitting in her room, dressed as she was
always made to before her father came in to administer a
spanking. She could already feel the butterflies building
in her stomach that always accompanied the waiting.
Her dad had hardly said a word during dinner, she knew
he was VERY upset at her this time. So, it came as no real
surprise to Jennifer when, after dinner, he told her to go
upstairs to her room and get ready to recieve a sound spanking.
That meant to get undressed and put on just the short cotton
nightshirt kept just for this purpose, and her panties, and
wait until her father came up.
After half an hour or so Tom, Jennifer's dad, came up
the stairs and into her room
"Well young lady, what have you got to say for yourself
before we start?". "Do you know how embarrassing it was to
get that call from the store manager, that my daughter, who
was taught better, was caught stealing with a friend of hers?".
"B-B-But Dad, I'm sorry, I-I won't ever do that again,
please don't sp-spank me, I'm too old for that now", stammered
Jennifer, tears already starting to well up in her eyes since she
knew what was coming no matter how much she pleaded.
You're also too old to be stealing from other people
Jennifer", said Tom. "You should have known better than to
do that, think of how embarrassing it would be if this got
out, that Tom Martin's daughter is a shop lifter? I'm just
glad the manager was nice enough to call me instead of the
police. Tomorrow you are going back to the store and
apologize for stealing from him, and you're going to pay him
for the things you tried to steal out of your allowance, do
you under-stand?".
Jennifer nodded, "Yes sir".
"Now young lady, I'm going to give you a licking you're
not going to soon forget".
She watched mesmerized as her father started to unbuckle
his belt and remove it from his trousers.
Tom pulled out the bench by the dresser as he finished
removing his belt and sat down. "Now young lady, take your
panties right off, and come here".
"Oh please daddy, don't make me take my panties off", she
pleaded. It had been almost 2 years since her last bare-bottom
spanking and she didn't want her dad to see her now matured
young body, "let me keep my panties on, it hurts bad enough
like that".
Tom wasn't having any of that though. "Listen my girl,
you get them off now, or I'll do it myself and that will add
10 strokes to your punishment, now don't argue with me anymore!".
The thought of her dad pulling down her panties plus the
idea of 10 extra strokes in the mood he was in helped her make
her decision. Trembling, she did as she was told.
Oh how she hated for him to see her private parts which only
now were just starting to be nicely covered with hair, it was so
humilliating.
Slowly she walked over to Tom, who took her by the arm
and pulled her right across his lap. Taking her hands
with his left hand he put them in the middle of her back, and
taking his right leg, placed it over her legs to keep her
from kicking and falling off his lap, he wanted to make sure
she got everything she deserved. Also this centered her bare,
defensless bottom directly over his lap, pointing up perfectly
for the severe strapping he intended to administer to his
naughty daughter's bare backside.
Tom looked down on the sight in front of him, the
rounded bottom, quivering in anticipation of what was about
to come, the pubic hairs just starting to show from between
her white upturned bottom cheeks, soon to be striped and wealed
by the belt he was holding, and thought that she was indeed
getting too old to be acting as she had been. She was already
sobbing softly at what was to come, but Tom was determined that
this lesson would not need to be repeated and that she would
be crying like a 5 year old when he was finished with her.
And to this he held true.
"You will receive 25 strokes", he said breaking the
silence, "and you will count each one out loud, do you understand
Jennifer?".
"Y-Y-Yessir", she said. "Please not t-t-too hard"she
begged,"I won't do it again, I promise!", she pleaded. But
her pleas fell on deaf ears.
"I know you won't do it again, not after I finish with
you, you shouldn't have done it in the first place girl",
said Tom.
The butterflies took flight in Jennifer's belly again
and her bottom was starting to tingle at the thought of the
whipping that was about to begin, she knew that this time
there were going to be no half measures, that she was about
to recieve a hard spanking that would surely make her cry
long before it was over. And she was right.
He raised the belt and let it fall, CRACK!, it
landed in the center of her bottom leaving an angry red stripe.
"YEOWWW!", hollered Jennifer, she tried to move but
it was no use, her father had her firmly in place,"one",she
called out. CRACK! the belt landed again, "OHHHH, that's two"
WHAP!, "OHHHH, th-th-three she cried", her bottom already felt
like it was on fire.
"Please daddy..I'm sorry!"
CRACK! "OWWWW, th-that's f-f-four, oh please it hurts".
"It's supposed to hurt", was the reply.
WHAP! "OOOOO, five", Jennifer was starting to cry by now.
SNAP!, the belt landed again, "That's six", she sobbed.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!, again and again the belt landed on
her unprocted bottom, punctuated only by Jennifer's crying and
counting the strokes.
Tom looked down at his daughters bottom, now crossed
with angry red stripes with a few weals starting to rise,"This
will teach you not to take things that don't belong to you
young lady", he said raising his arm for another stroke.
SNAP! the belt came down on the lower part of her
cheeks, just above the thighs,"OWWWWW, th-th-that's ten", she was
bawling steadily now, "please no m-more, I'll be good", but it
was no use, the belting went on in earnest and she was sobbing
like a six year old from the tenth stroke onward. Finally at twenty her father stopped, and told her
to stand up, this she did, slowly, after crying for about
three minutes still over his knee,and turned to face him.
Modesty was no longer a primary thought as her hands rushed
behind her to rub her now very red and sore bottom."Now
young lady, for your last five I want you to kneel on the
stool here with your head on your hands and your bottom
raised and your legs apart".
Oh how she hated that, not only was everything,
everything exposed to her dad like that, but it also hurt
worse because he had more room to swing the belt, and in
that position she wasn't able to clench her cheeks to ease
awful sting of the strap as it fell on her unprotected bare
bottom.
By this time she had almost gotten her sobbing and
crying under control, but it started anew at these instru-
tions . Reluctantly, doing as she was told she knelt down on her
dressing table bench, resting her head on her hands, and
closing her eyes, she raised her bottom up to the ministrations
of her fathers belt.
Tom stepped behind her and raised the nightshirt
out of the way exposing Jennifer's now angry red bare
bottom, and pushed it up to the middle of her back where
it slid on up to her shoulders. "Don't you move out of
this position young lady, if you do you will receive
two extra for each one you moved on, is that clear?".
"Y-Y-Yes D-Daddy", she sobbed into her hands.
Tom looked down at her kneeling there and was at once
reminded of how much she was starting to look like her
mother, who, by the way was waiting in their bedroom for
the same thing her daughter was now getting, only more
severe for over-spending this month again, but that's another
story.
As he was looking he noticed that her pubes appeared
damp too,"hmmm", he thought,"she responds like her mom to the
strap too." Clearing his thoughts of what was coming later, he
moved behind Jennifer.
Without warning it came, Jennifer was caught completely
off her gaurd.
SNAP!! Jennifer howled and her hands rushed to rub
her bottom, that one felt twice as hard as the others, the
sting felt like molten fire on her upturned ass.
"Put your hands back where they belong" snapped Tom,
"now you have two extra for moving." She put her hands back
under her head, tears welling up anew. "Pl-p-please no", she
whimpered, but it was to no avail.
CRACK!! CRACK!! the belt exploded twice in a row, "OHHHH
it hurts so bad Daddy, please stop", she was already sobbing
like a little girl but to no avail.
WHISHHH SNAP! "OWWWWWW!!" she howled, "twenty-t-two",
she called out, this time not moving from position. CRACKK!!!
"AHHHHH", her head snapped back, "t-t-twenty th-th-th-three"
she sobbed, barely getting it out, the tears were coming in
steady streams now. "Please D-D-Daddy, I've had enough, I-I
d-don't need anym-m-more", she pleaded.
"I'll be the judge of that young lady", he said.
"Only two more to go, now stay in position and you
won't have to get any extra", said her father. Tom looked
at the now well striped and crimson bottom pointing up at
him, almost deciding that she had had enough. Then the thought
of her stealing came back and he decided that the full measure
was due.
HISSSS CRACK!! the belt found it's target again,
Jennifer jumped up rubbing her tender backside, crying,
yelped,"that's twenty f-f-four" she cried, then realizing
what she had just done she got back into position, but it
was too late.
"Didn't I just tell you not to move?" "Now you have
two more coming before the last one!"
"NOOOO please daddy, I d-d-in't m-mean to" she sobbed. "I
won't move anymore".
"You know what you were told, and that's what you're
going to get young lady." WHISSHHH SNAP!! "OHHHHHH PLEASE!"
she cried. WHISSHH CRACK!! "I-I-I'M SORRY".By now it was
hard to hear her through her sobbing.
"Now", said Tom, "here comes the last one." WHISSSHHH
CRACKKK!!!! "OOOOOOOOH" cried Jennifer, "twenty-five!"
Tom looked at his prostate daughter's now red wealed
and firey bottom, criss-crossed with stripes, some turning to
a light purple already, as she cried like a 6 year old. He
didn't particularly like to punish his daughter, but he was
not going to be the parent of a thief either. He told her
that he didn't like to punish her, but that until she could
straighten up that this was what she could expect in the future
if it happened again, only more severe. Then he left the room
with belt in hand to go take care of his wife's unruly back-
side.
Jennifer stayd in position for a few more minutes sobbing
and crying like the punished girl she was and then got up, still
crying, and went over to her mirror,"Oh", she sobbed, "look at
my poor bottom, I won't be able to wear my shorts for weeks", she
continued to look at the stripes and welts left by her father's
belt. "Ohhh,it's so hot", she said to herself, and she noticed
that she was getting hot feelings somewhere else too, she almost
always did after the edge had worn off the pain from a good
hard spanking.
She lay down on her bed and began to rub her sparsely haired, and now very wet vagina, thinking to herself that she hoped she could find someone to take her dad's place someday when she got married to keep her in line the same way he did.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Ms. Johnson: Spanking Fiction by JuJuBees
Of all the firms she could have worked for, she chose to work for him. She wondered if the extra salary was worth it. She stood in the door of his office gripping her notepad.
“I warned you not to be late again Ms. Johnson.” He said with raised eyebrows.
If she blamed being late on the traffic, he wouldn’t listen. In fact, blaming anything or anyone aside from herself wasn’t an option. “I’m sorry sir.”
His eyes had that calculating look to them. “Come inside and close the door.”
Chills ran up and down her spine. She stepped inside his office and closed the door. He always had to make a production out of the situation, which only added to her humiliation. Things were never easy where he was concerned.
“Assume the position.”
“Yes sir.” Her voice came out shaky.
“You’ve been the best assistant I’ve ever had Ms. Johnson, but even the best of us sometimes need a reminder.” His voice was always smooth and calm and she wasn’t sure she had ever witnessed him being angry.
She slowly moved forward and placed her notebook on top of his desk. She then stretched her arms lengthwise along the top of the desk and leaned over. She thrust her bottom out and spread her legs shoulder width apart. Her skirt was stretched to the limit. She raised her head and looked straight ahead. She always wore a skirt or dress. She couldn’t remember the last time she had worn a pair of slacks. It hadn’t been for this job, it wasn’t permitted.
He paid her double what she could get elsewhere, but along with the big salary came a multitude of expectations, and his strict and uncompromising methods of discipline were one of those expectations. She had signed a very extensive contract with him when she signed on to work for him. Most of the time she felt the structure of the job was good for her, it was only at times like these that she had second thoughts. He made it clear she could leave his employ at any time with no hard feelings, and on days like this she wasn’t quite sure why she didn’t just walk away.
He opened the locked drawer of his desk and retrieved the wooden paddle. It was a long thin elegant paddle made from maple. It was hard and unforgiving. She had endured the feel of it against her bottom more often than she wanted. He walked slowly around behind her, taking his time, as always. Her face was bright red.
Lately at night when she was alone in her apartment, she found her mind wandering to thoughts of the paddle. She couldn’t help herself. She began to wonder obsessively if he ever paddled his wife the way he paddled her. She had to admit, the idea of him paddling his wife and then making love to her afterwards, seemed erotic to her. She had relished the thoughts of that with wicked delight.
He had secretly hoped she would give him a reason to punish her. He enjoyed the opportunity of smacking her beautiful bottom every chance he got. He slowly moved towards her and gently raised her skirt. Her bottom was nice and full. It was firm and round. Her bottom made the perfect target for the paddle. The fabric of her skirt was tight because her legs were spread wide, but he managed to pull it up and expose her panty clad bottom.
Aside from paddling her beautiful bottom, he relished the thoughts of dictating a letter to her immediately afterward. She would sit on the chair next to his desk on her freshly paddled bottom with her notepad in hand. He loved watching her struggle to maintain her composure, fighting hard not to react. She was prideful, too prideful to let him see her get upset. He didn’t care if she chose to have a break down in front of him, but he knew it was against her very nature. That was one of the reasons he admired her so much.
The cool air penetrated the space between her legs as her skirt was lifted. She wouldn’t admit it, but part of her secretly wanted him to order her to pull down her panties. She had fantasized about it more than once, him paddling her on her bare bottom instead of over her panties. But he never did that. Instead he always paddled her atop her panty clad bottom.
He usually delivered six hard swats. She closed her eyes and braced herself. This was so humiliating.
He raised his arm high in the air holding the paddle firmly in his right hand. His technique with the paddle, like most everything else in his life, was flawless. Down came the paddle with a whoosh accompanied by a loud CRACK! The paddle found its intended target and struck her tender round bottom with a fury.
Ms. Johnson didn’t move or make a sound, even though the swat hurt worse than she remembered. She knew after six of these she would be very sore. Then would come the part where he would make her sit on the chair next to his desk while they went over his schedule or he dictated a letter to her. That was why she had brought her notebook with her in the first place. She closed her eyes and prepared for the next swat.
He had to admire her courage. Whoosh CRACK! The second swat fell with a vengeance. She stifled the urge to cry out and her eyes stung hotly from holding back her tears. Damn! That hurt!
“Tardiness has always been a pet peeve of mine.” He said in his calm voice. “I’m not sure why exactly, but when someone keeps me waiting, it really frustrates me.” Whoosh CRACK!
The third swat found the target. It was a lot like a bolt of lightening striking against her tender flesh. Despite the intense pain she managed to continue holding her position. Her heart was racing a mile a minute and the adrenaline was pumping through her body. Her bottom was on fire, but still she remained stoic.
“I recall when I was at Langdon. There was a slimy fellow there by the name of Stuart Schmidt. He was always tardy. I had the pleasure of administering a good many swats to him, because I was the Captain who was over him. That poor fellow, I hope he learned his lesson and is no longer late, but somehow I doubt it.” Whoosh CRACK!
She managed to remain stoic once more. Her eyes were still stinging and her bottom was on fire. She had heard many times about Langdon Academy. It was the military academy he attended in his youth. She wasn’t sure why, but each and every time she found herself in this position, he saw fit to take a stroll down memory lane.
“Yes, Stuart was not good at anything, though he wanted to be” He continued, “Although now that I think of it, Stuart did get rather good at taking his swats, I’ll give him that.” Whoosh CRACK!
It was all she could do at this point to maintain her position and keep her eyes focused straight ahead. She had been counting the swats silently and she knew the next one was the last one. It was going to be the hardest. It always was. She braced herself, gritting her teeth. Her eyes were bloodshot from holding back her tears. She simply wouldn’t allow herself to break down and weep in front of him, even though the sting was almost unbearable. She knew from experience she would have two prominent round targets on her bottom. Each target would be just about equal in size and coloring with an unusual whiteness in the middle. It was a good thing she didn’t have any time for romance, she had no idea how she would ever explain her bruised bottom to a lover.
“I think the paddle that was used at Langdon was much thicker than this one.” He mused. Whoosh CRACKKK! He finished with an especially hard swat, as usual.
She jolted forward slightly from the impact of the last blow. It was the only indication she had felt anything the entire time, aside from her stinging bloodshot eyes. The tears almost broke through the surface from the last swat, but she managed miraculously to hold them back.
“Now we can get down to business.” He mused and walked back around the desk placing the paddle in his drawer. “Let’s go over my schedule.”
“Yes sir.” She managed weakly. She closed her eyes and forced herself to stand. Her bottom was on fire. She looked with apprehension at the leather chair sitting off to the side of his desk. She always sat in that chair. She smoothed her skirt down over her sore bottom and picked up her notepad. She slowly lowered her burning bottom into the chair. She held her notepad in hand and looked down at it to avoid his intense gaze. The chair was cushioned, but it afforded her very little comfort. It took a strong will for her to maintain her composure. Her bottom was burning hot.
After the longest thirty minutes she had experienced in quite some time, she was finally allowed to leave his office. She rushed to the women’s restroom, quickly finding an empty stall. She entered the stall and locked the door behind her. She leaned against the side of the stall and allowed the tears she had been holding back to finally fall. A couple of sobs escaped her lips as her tears flowed freely. She grabbed some toilet paper to mop away all the water. The humiliation and pain had been intense, as always. She had known when she arrived at work that morning that the paddle would be her fate. He had warned her about being late again. Now it was over.
After about fifteen minutes, she composed herself and set about redoing her make-up. She took some time to examine her bottom in the mirror. It was a mass of bruising. She rubbed it fiercely. It was going to be a long day, but she knew when she got home she could fondle herself and rub her sore bottom all night long. That was her routine these days after being paddled. It was becoming an addiction for her. An addiction she was afraid she may never overcome.
Story by JUJUBEES this story and other fine fiction can be found at JuJuBee's Journal
Monday, August 1, 2011
Nothing like a good Spanking to change an Attitude!
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Sunday, July 31, 2011
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Thursday, June 23, 2011
Just Busted Holly! Now Available at Wellspanked.net
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Thursday, April 28, 2011
Just a Few Spanking Pics for you Pleasure
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Saturday, April 16, 2011
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