Working Late (a strap-on and spanking short story)

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But boy, did this news ever take the shine off my day! I was pissed off. I tried to be cool and convince myself it wasn’t as much fun as a ride in the Mustang, but inside I was screaming with frustration. I would have killed to have been there and to join in. OK, it wasn’t an over-the-knee spanking, but a paddling for fun had been missed. Thomas could think of nothing to say, and after a few moments Miss Craven seemed to forget the past. Why do you ask? Did you want to try? The paddle’s probably still on the table in the basement.” I said ‘yes please’ as enthusiastically as possible! Val laughed and said: “Come on, then!” Thank you," Carly said. She counseled herself. She'd earned this. Her suffering was essential to regain Miss Roberts' respect. But first," she continued, "I'd like you to help me with a bit of maths. It's not my best subject."

Carly, please trust me. Growing up, my friends got caned." She maintained her momentum. "You've intended to visit Miss Roberts for years, haven't you?"They're coxes - the apples." she said after a few moments, obviously in no hurry to return to her house. "The tree's past its prime now, but I enjoyed excellent crops until a few years ago." From somewhere, she produced a coil of rope, and before Thomas had grasped what was happening, she had secured his wrists to a heavy brass drawer handle on the far side of the heavy oak desk. This is the second time this week you’ve failed to memorize your Bible lesson,” Aunt Connie said. “Perhaps a whipping will help you concentrate.” Tapping her panties, the cane slashed into her bottom. Intense pain soared. She hissed as its heat scorched her mind. Live lines of fiery pain blistered her lying cheeks. Welcoming each searing stroke, her skin flamed in agony as her mind berated her and heavy marks of hypocrisy hurt her soft cheeks. Maybe we won't even have to tell Mom," I said. "If we punish each other hard enough, she doesn't need to know."

Well, well, it seems my dominatrix has a submissive streak hiding in her, eh?” taunted Mark. Kim squirmed and moaned as Mark diddled her wet slit. The strange thing was that even the paddling from Mom didn't bother me as much as it usually did. I suppose normally it came right after her vigorous spanking which had reduced me to a puddle of tears and fury, and the "big swats" (as I liked to call whatever the finale was) were just frosting on the cake that I truly resented. This time this was all Mom did and though it was terribly painful, I was able to bear it surprisingly well. I cried, of course, but through the first five or so I was almost enjoying it. I'm giving you freedom, Carly. You believe in strict discipline. I think you're wise beyond your years. You lied to protect yourself. You aren't a bad girl. I expect you to apologize to Miss Roberts. It will require immense humility, and I imagine hurt like hell." Now cum for mommy, dear boy! I want to feel you cum inside me...NOW!” growled Kim and with that command, Mark shot his load into Kim’s waiting womanhood and she yelped as her own orgasm followed.Secondary school, despite my mum's assurances that 'it would be alright' and that 'the teachers took care of everyone, was a miserable time for me. Three sisters spank each other to save their busy mom time. (Approximately 5,192 words. Originally published 2017-12.) We were lying facedown on my bed, stark naked. The leather strap was lying out and waiting, so Mom simply took it up and started lashing. She must have given us twenty strokes -- a bit harsh considering the circumstances, and I thought that since she'd hadn't gotten to spank us, she was giving some extras with the leather -- but I didn't mind. Like before, the warmup had aroused me and the strapping was enjoyable. Not quite as much fun as the hand-spanking, but I actually relished the sharper bite of the leather strap. We spanked the hell out of each other all afternoon until Mom got home from work (she was on the day shift then), and she was impressed. She used the big paddle on our butts, delivering a certain number of swats for each poor grade. I couldn't even do the math, but Shayla and I must have gotten two dozen each and I think Dana got ten. It was the first time I remember not dreading report card day! Few houses in the UK have a basement, so it was such a novelty for me. I loved the fact that their basement was used for a games room and storage and laundry. There was a spare TV and a sofa for anyone who wanted to watch an alternative programme.

Kim then turned around and now, facing Mark, she descended on his waiting length again as Mark stared wide-eyed at Kim’s incredible breasts. Large, shapely and lovely they were and she started to play with her breasts and nipples. Kim sighed, yelped and groaned as she dominated her prisoner. Fishmiester on Protected: Protected: In Three’s ~ No-9 – ‘Princess Spanky Gets A Job’, Part Two – Part 10… Thomas changed his route to school after that incident, always fearing that a woman wielding a cane would be waiting behind the gate for him when he passed by. The image of her haunted him. Even now, fifteen years later, the image he had manufactured in his own head, made him nervous each time he had to pass near to 'Wood End House'. The two families are still great friends, and we visit each other quite regularly. I have never mentioned anything about that day since to Val, although I’ve always wanted to ask if she was just messing about. I suspect I’ll never get a straight answer. As far as I know, nobody knew anything about that paddling except us two. I certainly didn’t mention it to anyone.

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Miss Roberts' fingers invaded her waistband, humiliating her as her disciplinarian whisked her panties to her ankles. Her bare bottom on display, she felt her eighteen years slip away. Before Thomas realised what was happening, the agony erupted with increased intensity across his bottom and the room filled with screams. Miss Craven sat down with a sparkle in her eye, flushed with excitement and a smile on her face, as she waited for the screaming and writhing to subside. Kim was very inventive in finding ways to bind and torture him. There was no pattern. She would sometimes bind him and ignore him. She would treat him like a footstool while watching TV. She would tease him mercilessly and delay his climax. He would be tied down and his body used for her pleasure. All through high school this became the new tradition. It was soon so routine for us to warm each other up that we did it without Mom even telling us. Like once we got our report cards and Shayla and I knew we were in for it. (Mom spanked for anything below a B.) Dana's report was marginal, but she said what the hey and joined us. She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. It was cold. So cold, sitting here, naked, on this solitary plastic chair. A single bulb hung above her, the only frail source of light or warmth in this lonely place.