"Come here, Katie." When he says "Katie" instead of "Kate," I know what's coming. My husband Rick spanks me a lot. We discovered early on in our relationship that I loved a good spanking as much as he loved giving them. And he slid right into the leadership role in our household. And when I fall out of line, he'll discipline me, but I'm a good girl, for the most part, so most of my spankings are... just because. Just thos...

Alice never talked with anyone else about the extra room in their house at the end of the hallway. It wasn't anything that really came up in conversation. If anyone asked, she simply said they used it as a storage room and didn't open the door. No one besides her and her husband Mike ever went in, and she had a special reason not to go in if she didn't need to. Mike was a stockbroker and made very good money. They had no...

I'm a lucky girl. I love a good spanking, and my husband loves to give them. And he's not one to hold back. He's got a whole drawer full of implements, and I've felt them all. He doesn't always make me cry, but even when he does, it's not long before I'm feeling the throbbing of the bruises and welts on my poor bottom make my pussy start to itch in that special way. But our relationship isn't just fun spankings. I have a...

It was a fine line, Tom realized, between ogling the scene playing out in front of him and trying to not conspicuously look away. He was at a spanking party at the local BDSM dungeon, and in front of him a very petite college-age-looking girl was draped naked over the lap of a slightly older twenty-something girl wielding a leather paddle. The younger of the two was crying incoherently while the other was working her bott...

I'm very lucky. I met a very wonderful man when I was in college and married him. We've been married ten years now. He's an electrician and we live in a cozy little house in the suburbs. His day starts early and he usually leaves without waking me, but his day ends early too, so we have afternoons and evenings together. I know he loves me, and he's a kind, loving husband. He never shirks from helping me around the house,...

Louise was panicky as she sat in her car at a red light. She was on her way to her weekly spanking from Janet, and she was late. Over the weeks, her Thursday afternoon appointments had become routine, so she wasn't on pins and needles all morning long anymore. She set an alarm on her phone and sat down to write some poetry, and had gotten lost in it. Unfortunately, she had set the alarm for AM instead of PM, so when she l...

My name is Anne. I'm eighteen, and a senior in high school. I'm a pretty good student - I get good grades for the most part, but I'm not very outgoing. I have some close friends and we talk about, well, all the stuff I bet you can imagine girls our age talk about. A lot of it (well, most of it if I'm being honest) is about boys. I'm still a virgin, and sometimes my friends tease me a little about that. I've been out with...

My name is Samantha. I am nineteen years old and live at home with my dad while I go to community college. Mom left when I was twelve and it's just been the two of us since then. It was hard at first. Daddy worked, so he would take me to school in the morning and I had to take a bus home, or get a ride with friends or something. I'd be on my own for the afternoon. Unless he said it was OK for me to spend the afternoon wit...

Life went on for Louise. She missed Mike, of course, but her weekly sessions with Janet kept her much more grounded, and feeling much more herself. The spankings were almost always the same, and always ended with a cathartic, soul-cleansing cry while Janet held her. And more often than not, there was a little bit extra before Janet sent her back home. But this week, Louise knew would be different. It was stupid of her, sh...

Hi. My name is Cindy, and I'm married to my wonderful husband and Daddy named Tom. I love him very much, and I know he loves me. Our relationship is rich and complex, but as you could probably guess from me calling him Daddy, he is my leader as well as the love of my life. I'm by no means a perfect wife. I have a willful streak and when it gets out of hand, Daddy will tell me so, and if I don't rein myself in, he'll pass...

It's Mindy again. I shared with you last time how I'm spanked, but I have to admit that there have been exceptions to that pattern. For the most part, Daddy spanks me just because he wants to, but there are times when I am naughty and he give me a well deserved punishment (for the record, let me remind you that Daddy is not my actual father. He's my fiancé Mark, but to me he's my daddy and I'm his good little girl, most o...

My name is Audrey, and I want to talk about the gift I gave my husband, Ted. It's a complicated thing to describe fully, but in essence, I gave him control of me in a very basic way. I gave him the ability to turn me on, almost literally. We met as young professionals and started to date, and the details of that are fairly ordinary. When we started sharing intimacy, it was always good. As we got closer, we shared with eac...

I don't know quite what to make of this dream. I've never dared to tell anyone about it, and I don't think I ever will. I don't dream it every night. I don't know when it will make its presence known. Sometimes it's infrequent enough that I've almost forgotten about it. It starts somewhere in the middle of a normal day. I volunteer at a modern art museum four days a week, as a roving guide of sorts - answering questions f...

"Alright, Mindy, go get yourself ready for your spanking." That's what Daddy says every time I'm going to get a spanking. Don't get me wrong, he's not my Father, he's my fianceé Mark, but to me he's my Daddy and I'm his good little girl. Well, most of the time. Daddy spanks me a lot. Mostly because he wants to, and I have to admit that getting a good bare-bottom spanking from Daddy makes my little girly bits get tingly an...

"Mindy, come out here, please." Daddy's voice tore me away from my magazine. He's not my father, mind you. To everyone else, he's my fiancé Mark, but he's my Daddy and I'm his good little girl. Well, mostly. I put the magazine down on the dining room table, stood up and walked to the living room - the source of his voice. Daddy was sitting in the middle of the couch. He had turned on every light in the room as bright as i...