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'. The most common type of erotic spanking is administered on the bare buttocks, but can also be combined with bondage, in order to heighten sexual arousal and feelings of helplessness in the spankee.
Christine experiences her first spanking at the hands of an experienced dom.
The door opened between them and Mark got his first look at Christine. She was average height for a woman, and had short, auburn hair. She was wearing a knee-length skirt, sandals and a white blouse with a plunging neckline that showed off her ample cleavage. For his own part, Mark was six feet tall, short blonde hair, and dressed in black jeans and a black polo shirt. They had been...Read On
He watched me touch myself, then taught me a hard lesson. All I wanted was for him to fuck me hard.
The meadow of grass was alluring; it beckoned me closer, tempting me to lay myself down in its embrace and take pleasure in the warmth of the afternoon sun. I had slipped away from the hustle and bustle of the village about an hour ago and have since been wandering the nearby woods, relishing the solitude that would, undoubtedly, dissipate the minute I returned home. I crouched down to study...Read On
Sylvie's vodka and orange in school has an unfortunate result for four girls.
The Birthday Treat by Sylvie Johnson as told to John Larame I It’s half past eight on a chilly Friday morning in February 1979. I’ve just finished my breakfast and am about to leave for school. My name’s Sylvie Johnson and I live with my parents in a rather nice house outside Gloucester. Daddy runs a small but profitable publishing company so we’re really rather well off. Mummy...Read On
The girls await their punishment.
The Birthday Treat by Sylvie Johnson as told to John Larame II After the shock of finding our names on Miss Fisher’s board, I don’t much enjoy the lessons in the afternoon. I can’t avoid thinking about what’s to come, but I know that any lack of attention in class on my part will almost certainly be immediately rewarded in the usual way. I certainly don’t want to start...Read On
The first two girls are dealt with.
The Birthday Treat by Sylvie Johnson as told to John Larame III The door is a heavy one, thick enough to reduce any talking to an incomprehensible mumble but not sufficiently deadening to cover the sound either of the impact of a stinging swishy cane on an unprotected pair of female buttocks or of any anguished response from the unfortunate recipient. The three of us...Read On
An unexpected and unwelcome bonus
The BirthdayTreat by Sylvie Johnson as told to John Larame VII In the entrance hall Miss Fisher’s talking to mummy - Christ ! supposing she somehow sees that I’ve got no knickers on - but as I go down she disappears in the direction of the office, leaving mummy to watch me with a broad grin as I reach the ground floor. I’m still hopping from foot to foot and there’s no way that...Read On
Sylvie's meeting with the cane gets closer
History repeats itself, although this time the initial discussion goes on longer and it sounds as if Tracey has more to say than the others did - surely she can’t be trying to talk her way out of it? However in due course the inevitable happens but this time the sound is more of a resounding “ thwack !” than the thinner, dryer “ thwick !” and the first two strokes are greeted by a yelp that...Read On
The Birthday Treat by Sylvie Johnson as told to John Larame VI Thankfully, she decides at last that I can go. She doesn’t bother to say anything - she knows that I’m in no state to listen to her - but simply opens the door for me to rush out into the corridor. By now the sting seems to have reached its climax but shows no sign whatsoever that it is going to ease off. God! How...Read On
Slvie's turn at last
The Birthday Treat by Sylvie Johnson as told to John Larame V I hear the swish of the approaching cane for a split second before it lands with full force right across the lower part of my bum. After the usual moment of numbness - which always seems to follow the first stroke but none of the others - the fire begins to burn right across the width of my arse, but Miss Fisher has...Read On