Spanking stories involve characters who like to spank or be spanked.
They could be over the knee (otk) spanking stories, or people being spanked with a cane, paddle, flat of the hand, tied up against an X-shaped bondage device, or any other imaginative form of subtle 'punishment'.
Lisa sat in the coffee shop trying to read a book but couldn’t focus on it. The remnants of her last spanking, just three days ago, had faded from her bottom but not from her mind. She felt like she’d taken her punishment for her perceived responsibility...
I was nineteen and worked for an electronics and electronic warfare company in test and development as a senior technician. Uni was not for me. At the local technical college, I got an HNC in electronics and carried on with an Open University degree whils...
This is the second part of a series. Before reading this, you may wish to read the first part. Richard met his former geography teacher on the train home from London. Miss Scott was just six years older than Richard. They were attracted to each other and...
Her name was Justine, and I had met her a few times during my badminton sessions at the sports club. Quite young, I'd put her at between twenty and twenty-five, and certainly under thirty. She was of average height, with a slim waist, nicely rounded hips...
I had a fantastic childhood growing up in a neighborhood with over a dozen kids my age. Never lacking a friend to play a game, go for a bike ride, or explore the woods, it was idyllic. There was a pretty even count of girls and boys, and as such, we also...
Tony and Mary had been married for several decades. Mary was about ten years older than Tony, so her sex drive wasn’t nearly as strong as Tony’s. But they both felt that they had a healthy marriage. Every year they sat down and reviewed everything in thei...
Lisa sat in the coffee shop trying to read a book but couldn’t focus on it. The remnants of her last spanking, just three days ago, had faded from her bottom but not from her mind. She felt like she’d taken her punishment for her perceived responsibility...
Richard was twenty-three, a PhD student at a prestigious British University. He was doing one of those PhDs that only someone else with a similar PhD understands. He had been in London, visiting some friends. They had drunk a lot the night before. Being s...
It was a warm, late summer day, and the sky was an intense shade of blue that seemed to stretch on forever. The sunlight streamed through the open window, casting a soft, golden glow across the teenage boy's bedroom. The air was thick with the scent of fr...
Rachel had found herself in the dark, praying for illumination as to what could possibly be wrong with him. Bertie had been withdrawn for the last week, quieter even than usual, and while her boyfriend was a classic introvert at the best of times, he also...
I was the head teacher of a private girl’s school in England from the early seventies until the mid-eighties. Corporal punishment in schools is still legal and accepted by many parents. I had joined the school, having worked in a similar school, where the...
Louise arrived at the Fox’s house in the London suburbs forty-five minutes after her train had dropped her at King’s Cross Station. As usual, they had been sexting one another on their phones during the journey. They were both aroused. The lovers kissed o...
I was eighteen, and in the summer before I went to uni, I was working on garage fuel pumps in the days before self-service. One of our regular customers was a lady in her mid-thirties whom I will call Vera. She always smiled and was very forward and provo...
Her name was Sophie, and she’d worked in the restaurant for as long as Bertie had been around. She’d worked as a table greeter and a waitress, and had even put in shifts cleaning dishes when the job had demanded it, working her way up the chain of command...
I was nineteen and had just got home from uni for Easter. I’d assumed I’d never be going to stay with Auntie Beryl again but then a friend of Mum’s had an emergency and had to stay at our house and my room became hers. A few phone calls later and I was to...
I had been a sailing club member since I was thirteen, and I was now seventeen and doing my A-level studies at a local technical college. Joan was the Commodore of the sailing club following the last committee meeting. Joan had divorced and owned an old t...
