Page Index
- Forgotten Toy (M/F)
- Spanked All Weekend Long (MF/m)
- Athletic Daughter Spanks Weak Dad (F/M)
- Old West Spanking (M/F, public)
- Schoolgirl Spanking (F/F)
- School Uniform Violation (F/F)
- Bed Wetting Husband (FF/M)
- Julie's Overweight Sister (F/F)
- Exchange Student (F/MM)
- Nylon Panties (FF/M)
- Babysitter Blues (FM/FM)
- Shotgun Proposal (F/FM)
- More Than He Bargained For (F/M)
- Keeping up with the Jones' (FM/FM)
- Breastfeeding her Baby (F/M)
- Self-Spanking and the Stepmom (F/M)
- Like Father Like Son (FF/MM)
- A Motel Tryst (FF/M)
- Strip and Spank, the Game Show (F/F, public)
- Marooned! (M/F)
81. Forgotten Toy
Every Friday evening, Sarah and Dave made sure to set aside some quality time for each other. They had been married for ten years, and while the spark of romance may have faded a bit, they were determined to keep the flame alive.
One of their favorite rituals was their regular date night, where they would go out for dinner, see a movie, or just spend some alone time together. As part of the fun, Sarah always made sure to dress up in something sexy, knowing that it would drive her husband wild.
But this particular date night was going to be a little different. Dave had a surprise in store for his wife, and he couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she found out.
As they sat down at their favorite restaurant, Dave reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, remote-controlled device.
"What's that?" Sarah asked, her eyes lighting up with curiosity.
"It's a little something I picked up just for tonight," Dave replied with a wicked grin. "I thought it might add a little extra spice to our evening."
Sarah's eyes widened as she realized what the device was for. It was a remote-controlled vibrator, one that Dave could use to stimulate her arousal at his pleasure all evening long.
"Oh my god," Sarah exclaimed, her cheeks flushing with excitement. "I can't believe you got this for me."
Dave chuckled. "I thought it would be a fun way to keep things interesting. And besides, I know how much you love a good surprise."
Sarah went to the ladies room and inserted the device. Dave kept the remote for himself.
As the evening wore on, Dave couldn't resist the temptation to give his wife a little taste of what was to come. Every now and then, he would surreptitiously press the button on the remote, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Sarah's pussy.
Sarah couldn't believe how turned on she was, and she could barely contain herself as they walked through the crowded streets, trying to act normal despite the fact that she was practically vibrating with desire.
Finally, they made it back to their apartment, and Dave wasted no time in stripping his wife down to her lingerie. He took control of the remote, teasing her with tantalizing vibrations as he explored her body with his hands and lips.
Sarah cried out in pleasure as Dave took her to new heights of ecstasy, and she knew that this was going to be a date night she would never forget.
As the night drew to a close, Sarah and Dave lay in bed, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.
"That was amazing," Sarah murmured, snuggling closer to her husband. "I can't believe how turned on I was the entire evening. I've never felt like that before."
Dave chuckled. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. And who knows, maybe we can make it a regular thing."
Sarah's eyes lit up. "Do you mean it? Can we have a date night like this every week?"
Dave nodded. "Absolutely. In fact, I was thinking we could make a deal. From now on, you have to dress up in sexy clothes and wear that little device for every date night. What do you say?"
Sarah couldn't believe her ears. She had always loved dressing up for her husband, and the thought of being able to do it every week was almost too good to be true.
"I say yes," she replied, planting a passionate kiss on her husband's lips. "I can't wait to see what other surprises you have in store for me."
From that point on, Sarah and Dave's date nights became even more exciting and intimate. They explored new restaurants, attended concerts and plays, and always made sure to set aside some alone time for each other.
And best of all, Sarah always knew that no matter where they went, she would be wearing something sexy and feeling the pleasure of her husband's vibrating touch through the remote-controlled device. It was a deal that they both couldn't get enough of, and it only served to strengthen their bond and keep the flame of their love burning bright.
On their latest date night, however, Sarah couldn't believe it. She had completely forgotten to wear her device. It was something she had never done before, and she felt guilty for breaking their agreement.
"I'm so sorry," she said, hanging her head. "I don't know how I forgot. I feel terrible."
Dave wrapped his arms around her, giving her a comforting hug. "It's okay, babe. We all make mistakes. I'm sure it was just an oversight."
Sarah shook her head. "No, it wasn't. I feel like I let you down. I want to make it up to you."
Dave thought for a moment, then a mischievous glint appeared in his eye. "I know just the thing," he said with a sly smile. "How about a little spanking to alleviate your guilt?"
Sarah's eyes widened. She had always been a little curious about spanking, but she had never actually tried it before.
"Do you really think that would help?" she asked, a hint of doubt in her voice.
Dave chuckled. "I think it might. And besides, it could be a lot of fun. Trust me, you'll feel better once we're done."
Sarah took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay, I'm game. Let's give it a try."
Dave led her over to the bed, and Sarah lay down on her stomach, waiting for the spanking to begin.
At first, the spanks were light and playful, just enough to make her squirm and giggle. But as Dave's hand landed harder and faster, Sarah began to feel the heat of the spanking in her skin.
She gasped and cried out, a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through her body. And as Dave continued to spank her, she found herself becoming more and more aroused.
Finally, Dave stopped, and Sarah rolled over, panting and smiling.
"That was incredible," she said, reaching up to kiss her husband. "I can't believe how much I enjoyed it."
Dave grinned. "I'm glad you liked it. And remember, if you ever forget your device again, you know what to expect."
Sarah laughed. "I won't forget again, I promise. But I have to admit, I'm looking forward to our next date night even more now."
And with that, Sarah and Dave snuggled up together, enjoying the afterglow of their naughty little playtime. They knew that their love was stronger than ever, and that their bond was only getting deeper and more passionate with each passing day.
82. Spanked All Weekend Long
On Friday evening, little Timmy was sitting at the kitchen table, fidgeting nervously as he waited for his punishment. He knew he had been naughty and had disappointed his parents, and he was dreading the spanking he knew was coming.
Finally, his mother and father called him into the living room and sat him down on the couch next to them. "Timmy, you know why you're here," his father said, his voice stern but loving. "What you did was very bad, and as a result, you are going to have to have a red bottom all weekend long."
Timmy's eyes widened in shock. A red bottom all weekend? That seemed like an eternity! He couldn't even begin to imagine how sore his bottom would be by the time Sunday rolled around.
His mother began to spank him, using a wooden spoon to ensure that his bottom would be a nice, deep shade of red. Timmy tried to be brave, but he couldn't help the sobs that escaped his lips as the spanks rained down on his bottom. When it was over, he was left with a sore, red bottom, and he knew he would have to face more punishment in the coming days.
For the rest of the evening, Timmy's bottom was checked periodically to make sure it was still the desired shade of red. If it wasn't, he was spanked again until it was.
On Saturday morning Saturday morning Timmy's mother woke him up and pulled back the covers to check his bottom. She found that his bottom was not nearly as red as it should be, so his mother spanked him with a hairbrush while he was still in bed.
On Saturday afternoon, Timmy was playing with his friends in the park when his mother came to check on him. She pulled down his pants in front of his friends. Timmy was embarrassed but tried not to show it, knowing that his friends would tease him if they saw him blush. unfortunately, she found that his bottom was not red enough, so she pulled him aside and spanked him with a wooden spoon while his friends watched in shock.
On Saturday evening, Timmy's father took him into the kitchen and lifted up his shirt and lowered his pants to check his bottom. Timmy was embarrassed but didn't dare complain, knowing his father was already in a bad mood. His father spanked him with a wooden spoon while standing him on a stool.
On Sunday morning, Timmy's mother checked his bottom while he was getting
dressed for church. Timmy was embarrassed but tried to act nonchalant,
knowing that his little sister was watching from the doorway. His mother noticed that his bottom was not red enough. She spanked him with a belt while he was bent over the bed as his sister watched.
On Sunday evening, Timmy was reading a book in the living room when his father checked on him and found that his bottom was not red enough. He spanked him with a paddle while Timmy was lying on the couch.
This went on until bedtime on Sunday, and by the end of it, Timmy was exhausted and sore.
But as he lay in bed that night, he knew he had learned his lesson. He had been naughty, and he had been punished for it. He vowed to be a better child in the future, and he knew that his parents only spanked him because they loved him and wanted him to grow up to be a good, responsible adult.
83. Athletic Daughter Spanks Weak Dad
As an athlete, Sarah was strong and fit, while her father, John, was small, weak and out of shape. But when John said something hurtful to her during a heated argument, Sarah was taken aback. She had always struggled with her father's harsh words and actions and this latest incident was the straw that broke the camel's back.
Sarah was furious and felt that her father deserved to be punished in the same way that he had punished her all those years ago. Without a second thought, Sarah grabbed her father by the arm and led him over to the couch.
"What are you doing?" John asked, a look of confusion and fear crossing his face.
"I'm giving you a taste of your own medicine," Sarah replied, her voice cold and firm.
John tried to resist, thrashing about and trying to wriggle free from Sarah's grip. But Sarah was too strong for him. She bared his bottom, then put him across her knee for a spanking.
Despite his struggles, Sarah easily controlled him, holding him firmly in place with one hand while spanking him with the other. John kicked his legs and shouted protests, but Sarah was undeterred. She spanked him firmly and extended the punishment until he began to take it submissively.
As the spanking continued, John began to realize the error of his ways. He sobbed and apologized for his hurtful words and actions, promising to never speak or behave in such a manner again.
Sarah continued to spank her father until she was satisfied that he had learned his lesson. When she was finished, she helped him up off the couch and gave him a hug.
As Sarah helped her father up off the couch, she gave him a stern look. "I hope you learned your lesson, Dad," she said. "If you ever speak to me in that rude and hurtful manner again, I will not hesitate to give you another spanking. And let me tell you, it will be even worse than this one. I may use a paddle, or I may use the belt. And you will be completely naked for it, so there will be nowhere to hide."
John nodded, tears still streaming down his face. "I understand, Sarah. I'm sorry. I won't let it happen again."
Sarah gave him a hug and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you, Dad," she said. "I just want us to have a healthy and respectful relationship."
John returned the hug and kissed her on the forehead. "I love you too, Sarah. And I promise to always treat you with the respect and kindness you deserve."
And from that day on, John kept his promise. He was more mindful of his words and actions, and the relationship between he and his daughter was stronger than ever. Sarah, having learned a valuable lesson herself, vowed to always strive to be a kind and understanding person, just like her father had taught her.
As the days passed, John kept his promise and was always mindful of his words and actions around Sarah. But one day, he let his guard down and made a snarky comment to his daughter during a disagreement.
Sarah's eyes narrowed and she gave him a warning look. "You know what that means, Dad," she said sternly.
John's face paled as he remembered Sarah's threat from years ago. "Please, Sarah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it," he begged.
But Sarah was firm. "I gave you a chance to be respectful and you blew it," she said. "Now you have to face the consequences."
Without another word, Sarah, using her strength and athleticism, stripped her father naked and then carried him over to the couch and draped him over it as he kicked and complained. She then retrieved the paddle and the belt, setting them both on the table.
"Please, Sarah, not the belt," John pleaded. "I'll take the paddle. Just please, not the belt."
Sarah hesitated, then picked up the paddle. "Okay, Dad, I'll go easy on you this time. But if you ever disrespect me again, it will be the belt."
John nodded, tears streaming down his face. "I understand, Sarah. I won't let it happen again."
Sarah spanked her father firmly with the paddle, making sure he knew she was serious. When she was finished, she helped him up off the couch and gave him a hug.
"I'm sorry, Sarah," John said, his voice choked with emotion. "I won't let it happen again."
"I hope not, Dad," Sarah replied, tears in her own eyes. "I just want us to have a healthy and respectful relationship."
But one day, John did re-offend yet again and Sarah had had enough. She was livid and determined to make him pay for his disrespect.
Sarah made her Dad strip naked, grabbed the belt and led her father to the middle of the room. She held his hand, then began whipping his bottom as he danced in a circle around her.
John cried and begged for mercy, but Sarah was relentless. She whipped him for a good ten minutes on his bare bottom and thighs, making sure he knew she was serious.
John never disrespected his daughter again after that.
84. Old West Spanking
Maureen was a simple woman who lived in the small town of Oakwood in the old west. She was married to a man named John, who owned a successful ranch just outside of town.Maureen had always been a bit of a traditionalist, and she didn't appreciate the fact that her husband spent so much of his time in the saloon. She knew that there were prostitutes who worked there, and it made her uneasy to think that her husband might be tempted by their charms.
One day, Maureen had had enough. She marched into the saloon and approached John, who was sitting at the bar with a few of his business associates.
"John, how could you do this to me?" she exclaimed. "You know how much I hate it when you spend all your time in this place, especially with all these...these...women around!"
John could see that his wife was upset, and he knew that he had to do something to calm her down. He stood up and put his arm around her, trying to reassure her that he had no interest in the prostitutes.
"Maureen, darling, I'm sorry if I've made you worry," he said. "But I promise you, I'm not here for the women. I'm here for business. I just have a drink or two to relax after a long day at the ranch."
But Maureen was having none of it. She pulled away from her husband and gave him a stern lecture about the importance of fidelity and respect in marriage. John could see that all of his business associates were starting to lose respect for him as his wife berated him in front of everyone.
In that moment, John knew that he had to take drastic action. He picked up Maureen, threw her over his lap, lifted her dress, and gave her a good spanking over her pantaloons right there in the middle of the saloon.
With the spanking already well underway, the barkeep stepped forward and handed John a small metal coal shovel.
"Here, I think this will help you get your point across," the barkeep said with a sly grin.
John gave Maureen several whacks with the shovel, causing her to yelp in pain and surprise. When he was finished, he put her back on her feet and looked at her sternly.
The entire saloon, including the prostitutes, erupted into cheers and applause. Maureen was mortified, but she knew that her husband had only done it to protect his reputation and the respect of his associates.
"I'll be at home if you want to come and apologize," he said coldly before walking out of the saloon.
Maureen was humiliated and shocked by her husband's actions. She had never been treated this way before, and she didn't know what to do. She stood there in the saloon, tears streaming down her face, wondering if her marriage would ever be the same again.
Maureen was a mess as she collected herself and prepared to leave the saloon. The patrons and the prostitutes all offered their unsolicited advice on how she could make it up to her husband, most of which involved pleasing him in the bedroom. Maureen was mortified and couldn't believe that they were all talking about her and her marriage in such a way.
"Hey honey, if you really want to please your man, you should try using your mouth a little more," one of the prostitutes called out to Maureen. "Men love a good blowjob, and it's a surefire way to keep him coming back for more."
Everybody in the saloon laughed at the suggestion.
"You know, ma'am, if you want to keep your man happy, you might want to consider spreading your legs a little more often," one of the men at the saloon called out to Maureen. "Men need a little loving now and then, and it's a wife's duty to provide it."
"That's right," everybody agreed, much to Maureen's shame.
"And you'd better learn to be a little more obedient if you want to keep that man happy," a different man said.
"And, you know what, darling, if you want to try something a little different in the bedroom, you might want to consider getting it doggy style," another of the prostitutes called out "It's when your man takes you from behind, like you're a little bitch," she added, in case Maureen didn't know.
The final suggestion was the most humiliating of them all.
"You know, darling, a lot of men really enjoy some backdoor action," yet another of the prostitutes called out to Maureen as she left the saloon, crying. "Maybe you should consider trying it out with your husband. It might just be the thing to keep him satisfied and coming back for more. A little intercourse up the bum?"
Maureen ran out of the saloon embarrassed to her core and crying.
Maureen was a mess as she arrived home. She had been so embarrassed and humiliated by the things that the patrons and the prostitutes had said to her, and she couldn't stop the tears from flowing.
When she arrived home, she found John sitting in his chair, nursing a whiskey. He didn't even look up as she came in.
"John, I'm so sorry," Maureen said, tears streaming down her face. "I shouldn't have spoken to you like that in front of everyone. I was just worried about you and I let my emotions get the best of me."
John looked up at his wife and let out a heavy sigh. "Maureen, I love you, but you have to understand that my time at the saloon is important for our business. I'm not there to cheat on you or disrespect you. I just need to relax and unwind after a long day."
Maureen nodded, understanding now how much pressure her husband was under. She went over to him and wrapped her arms around him, apologizing again for her behavior.
"I-I don't know how to tell you this, but...everyone in the saloon was giving me suggestions on how to please you," Maureen stammered through her tears. "They were talking about our...sex life and suggesting all sorts of...filthy things. I don't know how to deal with it, John. I feel so humiliated and embarrassed."
"Oh, were they now" John said with a laugh in his voice. "And what did they suggest?" he asked, grinning,
Maureen was hesitant to repeat the suggestions that the patrons and the prostitutes had given her, but John was insistent. He wanted to know exactly what had been said.
Maureen sighed and reluctantly began to repeat the suggestions that had been made to her. She was embarrassed and ashamed, but John listened attentively and chuckled at some of the more absurd suggestions.
"One of the men at the bar said I should spread my legs more often for you," Maureen said, blushing.
"Yup, I think we should be doing more of that," John said with a grin.
"And one of the prostitutes suggested that I give you more blowjobs," Maureen continued, her face turning red.
"No complaints here, I think we should be doing that also."
"Another person suggested that we try doggy style," Maureen said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Well, I definitely think we should be doing more of that," John said, trying to keep a straight face.
"And another person even suggested that we try out some intercourse up my...bottom hole," Maureen said, looking mortified.
"Well, I definitely and for sure think we should be doing some of that," John said, finally breaking into a fit of laughter.
Maureen was feeling embarrassed and humiliated as she and John talked about the suggestion of "intercourse up the bottom hole." She couldn't believe that people would even suggest such a thing, and she was mortified that her husband had heard it.
"John, I can't believe they would even suggest something like that," she said, shaking her head. "I would never want to do something like that."
"Are you sure, Maureen?" John asked, a sly smile on his face. "It sounds like it could be a lot of fun - for me that is. And if I told you to do it, would you do it?"
Maureen blushed and hesitated for a moment. She knew that her husband had a dominant side, and she didn't want to disappoint him.
Maureen nodded timidly, her eyes downcast.
"Yes, John," she said quietly. "I'll do whatever you want. I just want to please you."
"That's my good girl," John said, a satisfied smile on his face. "And there's no time like the present."
Maureen was both nervous and excited as John led her up to the bedroom. She had never done anything like this before, and she wasn't sure what to expect.
John, sensing her nervousness, took her in his arms and kissed her gently.
"It's okay, Maureen," he said softly. "I'll be gentle and take care of you. Trust me."
Maureen nodded and let John lead her to the bed. He undressed her slowly, revealing her naked body to his gaze. He kissed her all over, exploring every inch of her skin with his lips and tongue.
When he was satisfied that she was fully aroused, he positioned her on the bed and prepared to enter her. Maureen tensed up, unsure of what to expect.
"Relax, Maureen," John said softly. "It might be a little uncomfortable at first, but I promise it will be worth it. Just trust me."
Maureen took a deep breath and nodded, trying to relax. John entered her slowly, taking care not to hurt her. She gasped at the unfamiliar sensation, but John continued to move slowly and gently, whispering words of encouragement in her ear.
As he thrust deeper and deeper into her, Maureen began to feel a pleasure that she had never experienced before. She moaned and writhed beneath him, urging him on, using her fingers to pleasure herself as John thrust into her bottom hole. And when they finally reached their climax together, Maureen was left breathless and satisfied.
As they lay in each other's arms, Maureen couldn't help but feel grateful to her husband for introducing her to such a wonderful experience. She knew that they had a special bond and that they could trust each other to explore and fulfill each other's desires. And she couldn't wait to see what other pleasures and adventures awaited them in the future.
The next morning, Maureen was shocked when John told her to go back to the saloon and thank the girl who had suggested "intercourse up the bottom hole." She couldn't believe that he would ask her to do such a thing, especially after the embarrassment and humiliation she had suffered the day before.
"But John, I can't do that!" she protested. "I'll be too embarrassed!"
"I understand that it might be difficult for you, Maureen," John said, a serious look on his face. "But this is a small price to pay for your disrespect and disobedience yesterday."
Maureen knew that she had no choice but to comply with her husband's wishes. She reluctantly got dressed and headed back to the saloon, her heart racing with anxiety.
When she arrived at the saloon, she spotted the girl who had made the suggestion immediately. She was a young, pretty brunette, and she was chatting with a group of men at the bar.
Maureen approached her timidly and cleared her throat.
"E-excuse me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just wanted to thank you for the suggestion you made to me yesterday. It was very...enlightening."
The girl looked surprised, and she pretended not to remember what she had said.
"I'm sorry, what suggestion?" she asked innocently.
Maureen blushed and hesitated, not wanting to repeat the explicit suggestion in front of the group of men.
"Come on, sweet cheeks, don't be shy," the girl said, a mischievous smile on her face. "I'm sure these men would love to hear what I suggested. Go ahead and say it out loud."
Maureen blushed even deeper and looked down at the floor. She was mortified and didn't know what to do.
"Come on, darlin', speak up," one of the men said, laughing. "We won't judge you. Just say it."
Maureen knew that she had no choice but to comply. She took a deep breath and forced herself to speak.
"You...you suggested that I try...intercourse up the bottom hole," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"And did you?" the prostitute asked.
"yes..." Maureen said with a tiny whisper.
The group of men erupted into laughter and hoots of approval, and the girl smiled triumphantly. Maureen turned and fled the saloon, her face burning with embarrassment.
As she walked home, she couldn't help but feel a sense of shame and failure. She had let her husband down and had embarrassed herself in front of a group of strangers. She knew that she had a lot of work to do to earn back her husband's trust and respect, and the respect of the community, and she vowed to be a more obedient and submissive wife in the future.
85. Schoolgirl Spanking
It was a typical autumn day in the small town of Millville, America. The leaves had just started to turn golden and red, and a crisp coolness filled the air. Mrs. Thompson was in the kitchen, preparing dinner for her family as her daughter, Annie, sat at the table doing her homework.
"Annie, you need to finish your math homework before dinner," Mrs. Thompson called out from the kitchen.
Annie sighed and rolled her eyes. She was tired and just wanted to relax after a long day of school. "Mom, I don't understand this. Can't I just do it tomorrow?" she pleaded.
Mrs. Thompson came into the dining room, wiping her hands on a dish towel. She was a strict but loving mother, and she believed in the importance of education. "Annie, you know the rule. Homework comes before dinner. Now, I don't want to hear any more complaints. Get it done."
Annie grumbled but eventually got back to work, struggling through the math problems. Mrs. Thompson returned to the kitchen, humming to herself as she finished preparing dinner.
A few minutes later, Annie slammed her textbook shut and stood up from the table. "I can't do this! It's too boring!" she yelled, throwing her pencil down in frustration.
Mrs. Thompson's patience was wearing thin. She marched into the dining room and stood in front of her daughter, hands on her hips. "Annie, I've had enough of your attitude. You will finish your homework and you will do it with respect and effort. Do you understand me?"
Annie crossed her arms and pouted. "No, I don't understand. Why do I have to do all this work? It's not fair."
Mrs. Thompson's face turned red with anger. She had had enough of her daughter's disrespect. Without another word, she grabbed Annie by the arm and led her into the living room. She pointed to the corner with the wooden spoon she was still holding. "Annie, go stand in the corner and think about what you've done."
Annie, now realizing she had gone too far, started to cry. "Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."
Mrs. Thompson's anger softened slightly at the sight of her daughter's tears. But she knew that discipline was important for Annie's growth and development. She walked over to the couch "Annie, come here," she said sternly.
Annie hesitated but eventually made her way over to her mother. Mrs. Thompson took hold of her daughter's hand and placed it on the couch, bending her over. "Annie, you are going to get a spanking for your disobedience and disrespect. And you will get it on the bare, so you remember this lesson."
Annie started to cry harder as her mother lifted up her school uniform skirt and pulled down her panties. She closed her eyes tight and braced herself for the punishment.
Mrs. Thompson spanked her daughter several times, each swat making Annie yelp and cry even more. When she was finished, she hugged her daughter tightly and kissed the top of her head. "I love you, Annie. And I'm doing this because I want you to grow up to be a responsible and respectful young lady. Now, go finish your homework."
Annie sniffled and nodded, grateful that her mother's punishment was over. She returned to the dining room and finished her homework, vowing to be more obedient and respectful in the future.
86. School Uniform Violation
It was a beautiful autumn day in the small town of Millville, America. The leaves on the trees were a vibrant shade of orange and red, and a cool breeze blew through the streets.
At the heart of the town was a private, all-girls college called Millville College for Women. It was a prestigious institution, known for its excellent academic programs and strict rules for its students, including traditional schoolgirl uniforms.
One of those students was a young lady named Emily. She was a senior at the college, and was well-liked by her peers. She was smart, ambitious, and had a quick wit that often left her friends in stitches.
Emily and a group of her friends spent most of their days at a cozy little coffee shop called The Daily Grind. It was a popular hangout for both students from Millville College and the nearby public University.
Every day, Emily and her friends would sit at their favorite table by the window, sipping on their lattes and giggling as they watched the boys from the university walk by. It was a fun game for the girls to see who could catch the eye of the most handsome boy, and they often found themselves flirting with them when they came in to order.
In order to appear more attractive to the boys, and despite the strict rules at their college, some of the girls would roll the hem of their skirts up and unbutton the top buttons of their blouse. Emily did this the most, and her friends couldn't help but admire her confidence and boldness.
Emily and her friends couldn't resist the temptation of a little harmless flirting. They knew they were taking a risk, but they couldn't resist the excitement and thrill of it all.
As Emily and her friends continued to spend their days at The Daily Grind, they never expected to run into any of their parents there. It was a place for them to escape the strict rules and expectations of their college and home lives, and they enjoyed the freedom and independence it provided.
But one day, everything changed. Emily's mother and a close family friend decided to stop by the coffee shop for a quick cup of coffee before running errands. They had no idea that Emily and her friends spent so much time there.
As they sat down at a table, the family friend noticed Emily across the room and pointed her out to Emily's mother. "Is that Emily over there?" she asked, intrigued by the group of giggling girls.
Emily's mother turned to look and was shocked to see her daughter sitting at a table with a group of boys, her school uniform altered to reveal more of her legs and her top button unbuttoned. She was flirting and laughing with the boys, completely ignoring the strict rules of her college.
Furious, Emily's mother stormed over to the table and confronted her daughter in front of everyone. "What do you think you're doing, young lady?" she demanded. "I can't believe you would disrespect the rules of your college like this and act in such a inappropriate manner."
As Emily stood in front of her mother, she couldn't believe what was happening. She was embarrassed and humiliated that her mother had confronted her in front of everyone, and she couldn't believe that she was being scolded for something so minor.
"Mom, I'm sorry," Emily said, trying to calm her down. "I didn't mean to disrespect the rules of the college. I was just having a little fun with my friends."
But her mother was not convinced. "You know the rules, Emily," she said sternly. "You're not allowed to alter your uniform or flirt with boys. And yet, here you are, doing both. I'm disappointed in you."
Emily's friend Sophia watched the scene unfold with a mix of embarrassment and anger. She couldn't believe that Emily was being treated this way in front of everyone, and she felt the need to stand up for her friend.
"Mrs. Thompson, I'm sorry, but I don't see what the big deal is," Sophia said, speaking up for the first time. "We're just having a little fun. It's not like we're doing anything wrong."
But Emily's mother was not swayed. "Sophia, I understand that you want to defend your friend, but the rules are the rules," she said firmly. "Emily needs to adjust her uniform and stop flirting with boys. And that's final."
Emily was furious. She couldn't believe that her mother was making such a big deal out of something so trivial, and she couldn't take the embarrassment anymore. She threw a tantrum, yelling and screaming at her mother as everyone in the coffee shop watched in shock.
As Emily continued to throw a tantrum, her mother stood firm, determined to teach her daughter a lesson. She knew that she had to follow through on her threats, no matter how difficult it was.
"Emily, I'm not going to repeat myself," she said sternly. "You have two options. You can either adjust your uniform yourself, or I'll do it for you. It's your choice."
But Emily was stubborn and refused to back down. She was embarrassed and angry, and she couldn't bear the thought of her mother touching her uniform in front of everyone. So she continued to yell and scream, refusing to listen to reason.
Finally, after several minutes of arguing, Emily's mother had had enough. She grabbed Emily's arm and marched her over to the bathroom, determined to fix her daughter's uniform herself.
As they entered the bathroom, Emily continued to struggle and resist, but her mother was stronger. She buttoned the top button of Emily's blouse and rolled down the hem of her skirt, fixing her uniform to the proper length.
Emily was humiliated and furious, but there was nothing she could do. She knew that she had brought this on herself, and she vowed to never let it happen again.
As Emily's mother finished fixing her daughter's uniform, she grabbed Emily by the ear and marched her out of the bathroom and back to their table. The entire coffee shop was silent as they passed, with everyone watching in shock at the scene unfolding before them.
"We're leaving now," Emily's mother said in a loud, stern voice. "And let me tell you, young lady, you're going to get a spanking as soon as we get home. This behavior is completely unacceptable, and I won't stand for it."
Emily's face turned bright red with embarrassment as her mother dragged her out of the coffee shop and into the car. She couldn't believe that she was being treated this way, and she knew that she had really messed up this time.
As Emily's mother marched her out of the coffee shop, all eyes were on them. The boys and girls who had been sitting at the nearby tables couldn't believe what they were seeing, and they whispered and speculated amongst themselves about what had happened.
"Did you hear what Mrs. Thompson said?" one of the boys whispered to his friend. "She told Emily that she was going to get a spanking as soon as they got home. I can't believe it."
"I know, right?" his friend replied, shaking his head. "I wonder if it will be on her bare bottom or not. My mom used to do that to me when I was younger, and let me tell you, it was no joke."
The girls at the table nodded in agreement, all of them feeling a mix of embarrassment and respect for Emily's mother. They knew that she was a no-nonsense woman who expected the best from her daughter, and they couldn't blame her for disciplining Emily for breaking the rules.
"I'm sure Emily will learn her lesson," one of the girls said quietly. "She's a good kid, but sometimes she just gets carried away with having fun. I'm sure she'll think twice before doing anything like this again."
The others nodded in agreement, all of them hoping that Emily would take this experience to heart and make better choices in the future. They knew that Mrs. Thompson meant well, and they respected her authority and guidance, even if it meant a painful punishment for Emily.
As they drove home, Emily's mother lectured her on the importance of respecting rules and being mindful of her actions. Emily listened quietly, tears streaming down her face as she realized the gravity of her mistake.
When they finally arrived home, Emily's mother wasted no time in carrying out her threat. She took Emily over her knee and flipped up her skirt and pulled down her panties, exposing her bare bottom. Then, she spanked Emily firmly, making sure to deliver a lesson that she would never forget.
Emily cried and begged for mercy, promising her mother that she would never behave this way again. And as the tears flowed and the spanking continued, she knew that she had truly learned her lesson. From that day on, she made sure to always follow the rules and make her mother proud.
Meanwhile, as Emily and her mother left the coffee shop, the other girls couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear and anxiety. They had all witnessed the embarrassing scene between Emily and her mother, and they knew that they could be next if they didn't follow the rules.
So, with shaking hands, they all adjusted their uniforms back to regulation. They rolled down the hems of their roots, buttoned up their blouses, and made sure that everything was in place. They didn't want to risk getting spankings from their own parents like Emily would, and they knew that it was better to be safe than sorry.
The boys at the table watched in amusement as the girls fussed and adjusted their uniforms, and they couldn't resist teasing them a little. "Looks like someone's afraid of getting a spanking," one of them said with a grin.
The girls blushed and tried to ignore the comment, but the boys persisted. "Come on, admit it. You all just don't want to end up like Emily, getting marched out of here by your moms."
The girls rolled their eyes and tried to brush off the teasing, but they knew that the boys had a point. They had all learned their lesson from Emily's mistake, and they were determined to follow the rules and avoid any unnecessary attention.
Despite the teasing, the boys couldn't help but feel a little bit of respect for the girls. They knew that it wasn't easy to stand up to their parents and follow the rules, and they admired their determination and discipline.
87. Bed Wetting Husband
It was a hot summer day when the newlywed couple walked into the store. The husband, John, had been experiencing some embarrassing bed wetting episodes and his wife, Jane, had decided that it was time to buy him some diapers. John was mortified at the idea of wearing diapers, but he trusted his wife and was willing to try anything to stop the bed wetting.
As they walked through the store, Jane asked an attractive female store clerk for advice on the best type of diapers to buy. The store clerk led them to the diaper aisle and showed them several different options. John was overcome with embarrassment as the store clerk explained the features of each diaper.
Suddenly, John threw a tantrum, stamping his feet and shouting like a child. Jane was taken aback by his behavior, but the store clerk remained calm and understanding. She suggested that they go into the empty stock room to discuss the options in private.
Once inside the stock room, the store clerk turned to John and said, "You are acting like a naughty little boy who needs to be disciplined." With that, she bent him over her knee and gave him a thorough spanking. John was shocked by the sudden turn of events, but he couldn't help feeling a strange sense of arousal at being spanked by a woman he found attractive.
After the spanking, the store clerk helped John try on several different types of diapers to see which fit best. John was embarrassed to be standing there in just a diaper, but the store clerk was professional and didn't seem to mind. They finally settled on a thick, absorbent diaper that would hopefully keep John dry throughout the night.
As they left the stock room, John was sucking on a pacifier that the store clerk had given him to help calm his nerves. Several female shoppers looked at him with raised eyebrows, and one even made a comment about the noise of his spanking.
"Look at that cute little guy with the diaper and pacifier," one woman said to her friends.
"I heard the noise coming from the stock room earlier," another woman chimed in. "I wonder what they were doing in there."
"I bet he was getting a spanking for being a naughty little boy," a third woman said with a wink.
John blushed with embarrassment at their comments, but his wife just chuckled and squeezed his hand.
"Don't worry, dear," she said. "I'll take care of you and make sure you behave like the big boy you are."
They checked out at the register, and the store clerk wished them luck with their new purchase. John was relieved to finally be out of the store, but he knew that he would have to face the teasing of his friends when they found out about his bed wetting and diaper-wearing.
As they walked home, John couldn't help but feel grateful to his wife for her understanding and support. He also couldn't stop thinking about the attractive store clerk and the spanking she had given him. He knew that he would have to be on his best behavior from now on, or he might find himself over her knee again.
88. Julie's Overweight Sister
Julie sat at the kitchen table, scrolling through her phone as she waited for her sister to arrive. She had been struggling with her weight for as long as Julie could remember, and Julie had finally decided that enough was enough. She was determined to help her sister lose the excess pounds and get healthy, no matter what it took.
As she waited, Julie's thoughts drifted to her own experiences with weight loss and motivation. Her husband had been a bit overweight himself, and Julie had taken it upon herself to help him get in shape.
At first, it was a struggle. Julie's husband was a bit of a foodie, and he loved nothing more than indulging in rich, delicious meals. But Julie was determined to help him, and she knew that the key to success was motivation.
She started by setting small, achievable goals for her husband, and rewarding him with a special treat whenever he hit one of those goals. It could be something as simple as a new video game or a night out at his favorite restaurant.
But as time went on, Julie realized that she needed to up the ante a bit. She knew that her husband responded well to a bit of discipline, and she started using spankings as a way to motivate him to stick to his diet and exercise routine.
As her sister, Lucy, walked through the door, Julie snapped out of her reverie and stood up to greet her. She knew that she had a tough road ahead, but she was determined to help her sister reach her weight loss goals, just as she had helped her husband. And she was confident that a combination of motivation, discipline, and a bit of tough love would get the job done.
Lucy was skeptical at first. She had tried countless diets and exercise regimens in the past, but nothing seemed to stick. But Julie was determined to help her, and she knew that she needed to be firm but fair in her approach.
So, she set up a strict diet and exercise plan for Lucy, and made it clear that she expected her to stick to it. And whenever Lucy slipped up, Julie was there to provide a firm reminder of the importance of self-control.
At first, Lucy struggled to stick to the plan. She was used to indulging in her favorite foods, and the strict diet was a big adjustment. But Julie was there to offer encouragement and support, and she never let Lucy give up.
However, as the weeks went by and Lucy continued to struggle with her self-control, Julie found herself having to resort to more drastic measures. She knew that Lucy needed a stronger motivation to stick to the plan, and so she reluctantly began using spankings as a way to discipline her sister and keep her on track.
At first, Lucy was resistant to the idea of being spanked by her sister. But as she started to see results, she became more and more receptive to Julie's methods. And before long, she was shedding pounds left and right.
One day, Lucy, Julie, and Julie's husband were having a meal. As Lucy sat at the kitchen table picking at her salad, Julie noticed that her sister seemed to be struggling with her self-control. She could see the longing in Lucy's eyes as she glanced at the plate of cookies on the counter, and she knew that it was time for a reminder of the importance of sticking to the plan.
But before Julie could say anything, Lucy reached out and grabbed one of the cookies. She took a quick bite, then looked up at Julie with a sheepish expression. "I know I'm not supposed to have these," she said, "but I figured one little cookie wouldn't hurt."
Julie's eyes narrowed as she looked at her sister. She knew that Lucy was struggling with her self-control, but she also knew that one cookie could easily lead to another, and another. And she was determined to help her sister stay on track.
Without a word, Julie walked over to Lucy and stood in front of her, hands on her hips. "Lucy, I can see that you're having a hard time sticking to the diet," she said sternly. "And I know that it's not easy, but it's important that you stay on track if you want to reach your goals. Do you understand?"
Lucy nodded, looking down at the table. She knew that she had been struggling with her self-control, and she felt a sense of shame wash over her. She knew that she had disappointed her sister, and she didn't want to let her down.
Without another word, Julie reached down and took Lucy by the hand, pulling her up from her chair. "Come on," she said, a note of firmness in her voice. "It's time for your punishment."
Lucy's heart sank as she realized what was coming. She had received spankings from Julie before, and she knew that they weren't easy. But she also knew that they were effective, and that they helped her to stay on track.
As Julie led her over to the kitchen table, Lucy couldn't help but feel embarrassed at the thought of being spanked in front of Julie's husband. She knew that he had seen her being disciplined before, but it still made her blush to think of him watching as she was brought to tears.
Without a word, Julie sat down on one of the chairs and pulled Lucy over her lap. As Julie started to lift the hem of Lucy's skirt, Lucy couldn't help but feel a sense of panic. She knew that her sister was going to bare her chubby bottom for the spanking, and she couldn't help but feel embarrassed at the thought of her husband seeing her in such a vulnerable position.
As Julie bared Lucy's chubby bottom, Lucy felt a sense of shame wash over her. She knew that her sister's husband was watching closely, and she couldn't help but feel self-conscious about the sight of her jiggling flesh as it was spanked.
Lucy let out a gasp as she felt the cool wood of the wooden kitchen spatula against her skin, and she knew that this was going to be a tough punishment.
But despite her embarrassment, Lucy knew that she needed this punishment. She knew that it was the only way to help her stay on track, and she was determined to endure it. And as the spanking finally came to an end, she felt a sense of accomplishment wash over her. She had made it through, and she knew that she was one step closer to reaching her goals.
89. Exchange Student
As the winter months approached, a married couple decided to open their home to an exchange student, an 18 year old young man. The husband and wife had always enjoyed hosting people in their home, and they saw this as a great opportunity to learn about a different culture and make a new friend.
However, the couple had a unique dynamic in their relationship, with the husband being submissive to the wife. There were many house rules that the husband needed to follow. These rules included things like the wife always waking up to freshly brewed coffee, the husband always getting up from the table first to start cleaning up, and any semen ejaculated in the house needing to be consumed by the husband. There was even a rule that if the wife was ever irritated by the husband, he would be symbolically spanked for embarrassment. The couple had even gone so far as to frame these house rules and hang them on the wall as a reminder.
However, when the exchange student arrived, the couple decided to be discreet about their rules and hid the framed rules in a drawer. They knew that some of the rules might be difficult for the student to follow, such as the rule about semen consumption, and they didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable.
Despite their efforts to be discreet, the exchange student was a curious person and eventually stumbled upon the hidden rules. He was a little shocked by what he read, but he knew that it was none of his business and decided to keep it to himself.
As the winter turned into spring, the exchange student's stay with the couple was coming to an end. He had really enjoyed his time with them and had learned a lot about their unique dynamic. One day, while the wife was in a particularly irritable mood, the husband accidentally did something to annoy her. In accordance with the house rules, the wife took the husband to their bedroom for his symbolic spanking.
As it turned out, the exchange student had been peeking through the cracked open door while stroking himself. The wife was a little shocked by this, but she also saw it as an opportunity to introduce the exchange student to her house rules. She came up with a separate set of rules for him, also framed, and both sets of rules were displayed on the wall.
The exchange student was a little hesitant at first, but he eventually came to enjoy the dynamic between himself, the wife, and the husband. He found it exciting to be submissive to a strong and confident woman, and he appreciated the structure and discipline that the house rules provided.
One day, the exchange student found himself feeling very horny. He missed his girlfriend aback home, and he was starting to crave some physical intimacy.
The exchange student confided in the wife about his feelings, and she was sympathetic. She knew that it could be difficult being away from home, and she wanted to help the exchange student feel better. So, she came up with an idea.
She told the exchange student that it was okay for him to masturbate, but that he had to do it with her permission and supervision. She also told him that, in accordance with the house rules, her husband would have to consume any semen that was ejaculated.
The exchange student was a little hesitant at first, but he eventually agreed. He knew that the wife was a firm but fair disciplinarian, and he trusted that she would make sure that everything was done in a safe and consensual way.
So, the exchange student and the wife went to the bedroom, where the exchange student masturbated in front of the wife. When he finished, the wife made sure to collect all of the semen and call her husband into the bedroom.
As the husband stood in the bedroom, staring down at the small cup of semen in his hands, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. This was the first time he had ever consumed someone else's semen, and he wasn't sure what to expect.
The wife stood next to him, her hand on his shoulder, offering guidance and support. The exchange student watched from a distance, a little embarrassed but also curious to see what would happen.
The husband took a deep breath and brought the cup to his lips. He could smell the faint, musky scent of the exchange student's arousal, and he could see the thick, white liquid swirling around inside the cup. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he could really go through with it, but then he remembered his role as a submissive and the house rules that governed his behavior.
He closed his eyes, tipped the cup back, and let the semen slide into his mouth. It was warm and salty, with a slightly bitter aftertaste. The consistency was thick and sticky, and it coated his tongue and lips as he tried to swallow it down.
The wife watched with a mixture of pride and amusement as her husband struggled to consume the exchange student's semen. She knew that this was a big moment for him, and she wanted to make sure that he was able to fulfill his duties as a submissive. So, she leaned in and whispered words of encouragement in his ear, telling him how proud she was of him and how much she appreciated his obedience.
Finally, with a little bit of effort, the husband was able to swallow the semen. He opened his eyes and looked at the wife, a mixture of relief and accomplishment on his face. The wife beamed back at him, proud of the progress he had made.
The exchange student watched the whole scene with a mix of fascination and embarrassment. He had never seen anything like it before, and he wasn't sure what to make of it. But he knew that he had to respect the dynamic between the husband and the wife, and he was grateful for the opportunity to be a part of it.
90. Nylon Panties
One day, John approached his wife, Sarah, with a request that he had been thinking about for a long time. "Sarah, I know this might sound strange, but I've been reading about discipline spanking and I think it could be really good for us. I know you're hesitant because you don't want to hurt me, but I promise that I'll let you know if it gets to be too much. Please, just give it a try."
Sarah was hesitant at first, but she trusted John and agreed to give it a try. They set some ground rules and made sure to communicate throughout the process. At first, Sarah was very gentle and unsure of herself, but as she got more comfortable, she began to let go and really put her all into it.
John was surprised by how much he enjoyed it and how much it turned him on. Before he knew it, Sarah had become an expert at spanking and their dynamic had completely changed. Sarah took charge in the bedroom and began to implement strict orgasm control, leaving John begging for release.
John had gotten more than he bargained for, but he couldn't deny that he loved the way Sarah took control. Their relationship had transformed into a female-led one, with Sarah calling the shots and John happily submitting to her every desire. He had asked for a simple spanking, but he had gotten so much more than that.
As Sarah's confidence grew, so did her creativity in the bedroom. One day, she presented John with a pair of thin nylon panties and told him that he was to wear them whenever he did household chores. John was a little surprised, but he trusted Sarah and agreed to give it a try.
As the days went on, John found himself becoming more and more aroused every time he put on the nylon panties. He couldn't help but think about the spanking that would inevitably come when Sarah decided it was time.
One day, Sarah decided it was time for John's spanking. She led him to the bedroom and instructed him to bend over the bed. Before starting his spanking, Sarah poured water all over the panties, making them thoroughly wet.
Sarah then gave him a long, hard spanking. John yelped and squirmed, but he couldn't deny the pleasure that was coursing through his body. When Sarah was finished, she helped him to his feet and kissed him deeply, leaving him weak in the knees.
From then on, John knew that he was fully and completely under Sarah's control. He loved the way she took charge and made him submit to her every desire,
Over time, John found himself becoming more and more aroused every time he put on the thin nylon panties that Sarah had given him. He couldn't help but leak pre-cum into them as he went about his chores, and he couldn't wait for Sarah to inspect his panties at the end of the day.
Sarah's mother had come to visit, and, much to her amusement, John was required to continue wearing the thin nylon panties while doing his chores. She was present when Sarah led John into the bedroom for his inspection. Sarah's mother raised an eyebrow as she saw the wet spot at the front of John's nylon panties.
Sarah was pleased with John's efforts and rewarded him with a passionate kiss. She then turned to her mother and said, "See, Mom? This is what happens when a man knows his place and does his duties properly."
Sarah's mother chuckled and patted John on the head. "Well done, dear," she said. "You're a good husband."
"We still have to deal with this wet spot, though," said Sarah. She led John over to the bed and instructed him to bend over, while her mother watched with interest.
Sarah gave John a long, hard spanking across the bottom of his nylon panties. Hi mother-in-law was standing in front and paid extra attention to the wet spot on his nylon panties. John yelped and squirmed, but he couldn't deny the pleasure that was coursing through his body. When Sarah was finished, she helped him to his feet and kissed him deeply, leaving him weak in the knees.
Sarah's mother clapped and cheered as she watched the scene unfold. "That was amazing!" she exclaimed. "I've never seen anything like it. You two are so in sync with each other."
From then on, John knew that he was fully and completely under Sarah's control. He loved the way she took charge and made him submit to her every desire, and he was grateful to have such a loving and supportive mother-in-law. He knew that as long as he had Sarah by his side, he would never want for anything more.
91. Babysitter Blues
Julie was excited to be babysitting for her neighbors. She had always been a responsible and reliable sitter, and the kids loved her. She arrived at the house at the agreed upon time and settled in for the evening.
The kids were well-behaved and went to bed without any fuss. Julie sat down to watch a movie and before long, her boyfriend arrived. They had planned to have a quiet night in, but things quickly escalated and they ended up fooling around in the living room.
Unfortunately, they were caught by the parents who had hired Julie to babysit. The couple was mortified and apologized profusely, but the parents were furious. They scolded Julie and her boyfriend, telling them they had broken the rules and betrayed their trust.
As punishment, the parents decided to spank both Julie and her boyfriend on their bare bottoms. Julie had never been spanked before and was mortified at the thought. She begged and pleaded, but the parents were firm. They had them bare their bottoms and then bent both of them over the couch and administered a painful punishment, leaving their bums red and sore.
Julie and her boyfriend were both humiliated by the experience and vowed to never break the rules again. They were also left with a newfound respect for authority and the consequences of their actions.
After the punishment from the neighbors was over, Julie and her boyfriend were both in tears and promised to never let something like this happen again. The parents, still upset but satisfied that justice had been served, called Julie's parents to inform them of the situation.
Julie's parents were shocked and disappointed when they heard what had happened. They rushed over to the house to pick up their daughter, who was now sobbing uncontrollably. When they arrived, they found Julie and her boyfriend sitting on the couch, still trying to compose themselves.
Julie's father immediately took control of the situation. He told her that she had not only let herself down, but she had let her family down as well. He then offered her a choice: she could either go back home with him and receive a spanking with his belt, or she could accept a hand spanking over his knee with the neighbors and her boyfriend watching.
Julie was mortified at the thought of being spanked in front of her boyfriend and the neighbors, but the idea of a belt spanking was even more terrifying. She hesitantly agreed to the hand spanking, and her father helped her over his lap.
The spanking was painful and embarrassing, and Julie cried and begged for it to stop. But her father was determined to teach her a lesson. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the spanking was over. Julie's father stood her up and hugged her tightly, telling her that he loved her and that he hoped she had learned her lesson. Julie was in tears as she hugged her father back and promised to do better. The neighbors and her boyfriend watched on, learning a valuable lesson about respecting authority and the consequences of breaking the rules.
92. Shotgun Proposal
It was the 1950s, and Mary was a single mother raising her daughter, Sarah, on her own. Mary had always been a strict parent, believing in the power of discipline to shape a child's behavior. Sarah had always been a bit of a rebellious teenager, pushing against her mother's rules and boundaries whenever she could.
As Sarah entered her 20s, she was still living at home with her mother and was expected to follow the rules of the house. One of those rules was that Sarah was not allowed to have boys over when her mother wasn't home.
Sarah had been dating a boy named Jack for a few months, and she knew that her mother didn't approve of him. Mary thought that Jack was a bit of a troublemaker and feared that he would lead Sarah astray.
Despite her mother's warnings, Sarah couldn't help but be drawn to Jack's rebellious spirit and carefree attitude. She found herself constantly sneaking around and breaking her mother's rules to be with him.
One evening, as Mary was out running errands, Sarah invited Jack over to the house. They spent the evening cuddled up on the couch, watching movies and making out.
Just as they were getting into a more intimate moment, they heard the sound of the front door opening. They quickly jumped up, trying to straighten themselves out before Mary walked in.
But it was too late. Mary had caught them red-handed, and she was not happy. She immediately scolded Sarah and ordered her to go to her room.
Sarah, feeling embarrassed and ashamed, obeyed her mother's command and trudged up to her room. She knew that she was in for a stern lecture and possibly even a spanking when her mother came up to talk to her.
As she waited for her punishment, Sarah couldn't help but feel a mixture of anger and sadness. She knew that she had let her mother down and had broken her trust, but she also couldn't shake the feeling that she was being unfairly punished.
When Mary finally came into the room, she sat down on the edge of Sarah's bed and looked at her with a mixture of sadness and disappointment.
"I can't believe you would do this, Sarah," Mary said, her voice heavy with emotion. "I trusted you to follow my rules, and you let me down. I don't know what to do with you anymore."
Sarah sat silently, tears streaming down her face as she listened to her mother's words. She knew that she had messed up, and she was willing to accept whatever punishment her mother deemed necessary.
But as the lecture went on, Sarah began to feel a sense of frustration growing inside of her. She knew that her mother loved her and only wanted what was best for her, but she also couldn't help feeling like she was being treated like a child.
After a long and emotional conversation, Mary ultimately decided to ground Sarah for a week and give her a stern lecture about the importance of following rules and respecting authority.
Sarah knew that she had learned her lesson, and she promised her mother that she would do better in the future. As she watched her mother leave the room, she couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness and regret. She knew that she had disappointed her mother, and it was a feeling that she never wanted to experience again.
Despite her mother's punishment, Sarah couldn't stay away from Jack for long. She knew that her mother didn't approve of him, but she couldn't help the way she felt about him.
So, over the next few weeks, Sarah and Jack continued to sneak around and see each other whenever they could. They knew that they were taking a risk, but they couldn't help themselves.
One evening, while Mary was out at a ladies' social club meeting, Sarah again invited Jack over to the house. They immediately started making out on the living room sofa.
But they didn't realize that Mary had forgotten her keys and had come home early. As they were getting into some heavy petting, they heard the sound of the front door opening. They quickly jumped up, trying to straighten themselves out before Mary walked in.
But it was again too late. Mary had once again caught them red-handed, and she was again not happy.
"I can't believe you would do this, Sarah," Mary said, her voice heavy with emotion. "I trusted you to follow my rules, and you let me down. I don't know what to do with you anymore."
Sarah sat silently, tears streaming down her face as she listened to her mother's words. She knew that she had messed up, and she was willing to accept whatever punishment her mother deemed necessary.
But Mary had a different idea in mind. She knew that Sarah and Jack were in love, and she didn't want to come between them. So, she offered them a choice.
"You can either accept a spanking from me, in front of each other, and then get engaged afterwards," Mary said. "Or, you can choose to never see each other again."
Sarah and Jack looked at each other, unsure of what to do. They knew that a spanking would be embarrassing and painful, but they also knew that they couldn't bear to be apart.
In the end, they both decided to accept the spanking and get engaged. They knew that it wouldn't be easy, but they were willing to do whatever it took to be together.
As Sarah and Jack stood before Mary, they knew that their punishment was about to begin. Mary had always been a firm believer in the power of discipline, and she had never hesitated to use spanking as a way to correct her daughter's behavior.
Sarah and Jack were both nervous as they waited for Mary to begin. They knew that they were in for a painful and embarrassing punishment, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over them.
Mary began by lecturing them about the importance of following rules and respecting authority. She told them that their actions had consequences, and that they needed to take responsibility for their actions.
Then, she told Sarah to pull down her pants and panties and bare her bottom. Sarah hesitated for a moment, not wanting to expose herself in such a vulnerable position. But she knew that she had no choice, and so she reluctantly obeyed.
As Sarah bent over, Mary walked behind her and picked up a wooden spoon from the kitchen. She knew that it would sting, but she also knew that it would get the job done.
With a firm hand, Mary began to spank Sarah on the bare bottom. She gave her many hard swats, each one causing Sarah to yelp with pain. Jack watched, feeling a mixture of guilt and arousal as he saw Sarah's bare bottom being spanked.
After the spanking was over, Mary told Sarah to stand up and face her. She looked at her with a mixture of sadness and love in her eyes.
"I hope you learned your lesson," she said, her voice softening. "I love you, and I only want what's best for you. But you have to learn to follow the rules and respect authority."
Sarah nodded, tears streaming down her face. She knew that she had disappointed Mary and that she had let her down. But she also knew that she had learned her lesson and that she would do better in the future.
Next, it was Jack's turn. Mary told him to pull down his pants and underwear and bare his bottom. Jack hesitated for a moment, but he reluctantly obeyed.
As Jack bent over, Sarah couldn't help but blush at the sight of his bare bottom. She had never seen it before, and she very much liked what she saw.
With a firm hand, Mary began to spank Jack on the bare bottom. She gave him as many hard swats as she had Sarah, if not more, each one causing him to yelp with pain. Sarah watched, feeling a mixture of guilt and arousal as she saw Jack's bare bottom being spanked.
After the spanking was over, Mary told Jack to stand up and face her. She looked at him with a mixture of sadness and love in her eyes.
"I hope you learned your lesson," she said, her voice softening. "I only want what's best for you and Sarah. But you have to learn to follow the rules and respect authority."
Jack nodded, tears streaming down his face. He knew that he had disappointed Mary and that he had let her down. But he also knew that he had learned his lesson and that he would do better in the future.
Sarah and Jack were still recovering from the pain of their punishment when Mary told them to turn and face each other. They both blushed, feeling embarrassed and exposed with their pants still down around their ankles.
But Mary had a surprise for them. She told Jack to get down on one knee and propose to Sarah. Jack hesitated for a moment, not sure if this was a joke or a punishment. But when he saw the serious look on Mary's face, he knew that she was serious.
So, with a nervous smile, Jack got down on one knee and took Sarah's hand in his. As he did, he couldn't help but notice that his face was very close to Sarah's bare pussy. He could see the pink folds of her labia, and he could feel the heat emanating from between her legs.
At the same time, Sarah couldn't help but notice the Jack's penis. She could see that he was aroused, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement in response.
Despite the awkwardness of the situation, Jack tried to focus on what he wanted to say. He looked into Sarah's eyes and said, "Sarah, I know we've had our ups and downs, but I love you more than anything in this world. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
Sarah's eyes welled up with tears as she looked down at Jack. She had never expected this, and she couldn't believe that she was getting engaged right after a spanking. But as she looked into Jack's eyes, she knew that this was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
"Yes, Jack," she said, her voice choked with emotion. "I will marry you."
As they embraced, Mary smiled with satisfaction. She had always known that these two were meant for each other, and she was happy to see them finally take this step.
93. More Than He Bargained For
As a young man, Jack had always been curious about spankings. He had heard about them in passing, but had never experienced one firsthand.
One day, he decided to bring up the topic with his girlfriend, Sarah. "Sarah, have you ever given a spanking before?" he asked, trying to sound casual.
Sarah raised an eyebrow. "No, I haven't. Have you ever received one?"
Jack blushed. "Well, no, but I've always been curious about it. Do you think you could pretend to be my babysitter and give me a spanking?"
Sarah hesitated for a moment, but ultimately agreed. "Okay, but only if you promise to behave for your 'babysitter'," she said with a smile.
Excited, Jack eagerly nodded. "I promise, I'll be the best-behaved 'kid' you've ever had."
Sarah chuckled and led Jack to the bedroom, where she had set up a makeshift "nursery" with a small bed and some toys. "Okay, now go lay down on the bed and I'll be your babysitter," she said.
Jack eagerly obeyed, laying face down on the bed and closing his eyes, waiting for the spanking to begin.
Sarah hesitated for a moment, then tentatively gave Jack a light slap on the buttocks.
"Ow! That hurts!" Jack exclaimed, sitting up and rubbing his butt.
Sarah laughed. "It's supposed to hurt, silly. That's the whole point of a spanking."
Jack blushed and lay back down, this time bracing himself for the spanking. Sarah continued to spank him, gradually increasing the intensity.
Despite the initial pain, Jack found that he actually enjoyed the spanking. It was a strange and exhilarating sensation, and he couldn't wait to experience it again.
When the spanking was over, Jack sat up and hugged Sarah tightly. "Thank you for indulging my curiosity," he said. "I had a lot of fun."
Sarah smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Just remember, it's always important to communicate your desires and boundaries with your partner."
Jack nodded, grateful for Sarah's understanding and willingness to try new things with him. From that day on, spankings became a regular part of their relationship, bringing them even closer together.
As time went on, Jack's curiosity about spankings only grew. He began to crave more intense and realistic spankings, and begged Sarah to give him a "real" one.
Sarah was hesitant at first, but eventually agreed to give Jack the spanking he wanted. She grabbed a wooden spoon from the kitchen and prepared to give him a "real" spanking.
At first, Jack was excited about the prospect of a more realistic spanking. But as Sarah began to spank him, he quickly realized that he had underestimated just how much it would hurt. The wooden spoon stung his skin with each blow, and tears soon began to stream down his face.
Despite the pain, Jack refused to cry out or beg for mercy. He was determined to see the spanking through to the end.
But as the spanking continued, Jack's resolve began to crumble. He could no longer hold back his tears, and soon he was sobbing uncontrollably.
When the spanking was finally over, Sarah gathered Jack into her arms and held him as he cried. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you so much," she whispered, kissing the top of his head.
Jack sniffled and wiped his eyes. "It's okay, I asked for it," he said sheepishly. "I guess I learned my lesson about getting what I ask for."
Sarah chuckled and kissed him again. "Yes, you did."
Jack nodded, grateful for Sarah's understanding and patience. He had learned a valuable lesson about communication and boundaries in their relationship, and he knew that he could always trust Sarah to respect his limits. From that day on, Jack's curiosity about spankings was satisfied, and he was content to enjoy them in a more controlled and consensual manner.
94. Keeping up with the Jones'
The Jones and the Smiths were two married couples who lived next to each other in a quiet suburban neighborhood. They had known each other for many years and had become close friends, often spending time together and helping each other out when needed.
One day, the two families were gathered at the Jones' house for a barbecue. The kids were running around and playing together, having a great time. However, as the afternoon wore on, the boys began to misbehave, ignoring their parents' warnings and getting into all sorts of mischief.
Despite their misbehavior, the Jones didn't seem to mind and didn't do anything to discipline their children. Mrs. Smith noticed this and brought it to the attention of Mr. Jones. "Don't you think you should do something about the boys' behavior?" she asked Mr. Jones. "They're going to turn into little brats if you don't set some boundaries."
Mr. Jones shrugged and said, "Oh, they're just kids. They're bound to get into trouble every now and then. It's not a big deal."
But Mrs. Smith wasn't convinced. She had always believed in the importance of discipline and had raised her own children with strict rules and consequences. She decided to offer some advice to the Jones. "Have you ever tried spanking?" she asked. "It can be an effective way to teach kids right from wrong."
The Jones looked at each other in surprise. They had never even considered spanking as a form of discipline. In fact, they didn't even know how to spank or what it felt like.
Sensing their hesitation, Mrs. Smith offered a solution. "Why don't we give you a demonstration?" she said. "We can spank both of you so you can see how it's done."
Mr. Smith nodded in agreement. "Sure, we can do that," he said. "It'll give you an idea of how it works."
The Jones looked a little uneasy at this suggestion. "Do we have to do it on the bare bottom?" Mrs. Jones asked.
Mrs. Smith nodded. "Yes, it's important to experience the full punishment," she explained. "Part of the effectiveness of a spanking is the embarrassment of having to bare your bottom. It helps reinforce the lesson and ensures that it won't be forgotten."
The Jones reluctantly agreed, and so the four of them gathered in the living room. Mr. Smith took Mrs. Jones over his knee and gave her a series of hard swats on the bare bottom, each one landing with a loud smacking sound. Mrs. Smith did the same to Mr. Jones, making sure to spank him longer and harder than Mr. Smith had spanked Mrs. Jones.
To their surprise, the Jones found that the spanking was much more intense than they had anticipated. It stung and left their bottoms feeling sore and tender. But they also knew that they deserved it for not disciplining their children properly.
After the spanking, the Smiths explained to the Jones that it was important for the punished person to spend some time in the corner with their bare spanked bottom on display. "It's a way to reflect on their misbehavior and understand the consequences of their actions," Mrs. Smith explained.
The Jones were a bit hesitant about this, but they agreed to give it a try. Mr. Jones was sent to stand in the corner with his red, spanked bottom on display, while Mrs. Jones did the same.
As they stood there, the Smiths talked to them about why it was important to discipline their children and set boundaries. "It's not about being mean or cruel," Mrs. Smith said. "It's about teaching kids right from wrong and helping them become responsible adults."
The Jones nodded, understanding now why the Smiths had spanked them. They had been so focused on being their children's friends that they had forgotten their role as parents.
After a few minutes, the Smiths allowed the Jones to return to their seats. The Jones sat gingerly, still feeling the effects of the spanking on their tender bottoms. But they knew that it had been a valuable lesson and one that they would not forget.
From that day on, the Jones used spanking as a form of discipline and noticed a marked improvement in their children's behavior. They were grateful to the Smiths for showing them a better way to parent, and they knew that their kids would be better off as a result.
95. Breastfeeding her Baby
John had always been fascinated by the idea of being treated like a baby. As a grown man, he longed for the feeling of being taken care of and pampered in every way. He had never shared this desire with anyone before, but one day he decided to open up to his wife, Mary, about his secret longing.
To his surprise, Mary was more than willing to accommodate his request. She knew that John had always been a bit of a "mama's boy," and she loved him just the way he was. So, she set about making all of John's baby fantasies come true.
First, she bought him a crib and filled it with soft blankets and plush toys. She even purchased a set of tiny baby clothes for him to wear. John was overjoyed at the sight of all these babyish items, and he couldn't wait to try them out.
As soon as he was settled into his new crib, Mary began to treat him like the baby he had always wanted to be. She fed him with a bottle, gave him warm baths, diapered him, and rocked him to sleep at night. John loved every minute of it, feeling more loved and cared for than he ever had before.
As the days went on, Mary became more and more creative in the ways she took care of John. She sang lullabies to him, read him bedtime stories, and even made him special "baby food" purees. John felt like the luckiest man alive, and he knew that he had the most amazing wife in the world.
Despite the strange circumstances, John and Mary's relationship only grew stronger as they explored this new aspect of their love. They learned to communicate and connect in ways they never had before, and they found joy in the simple pleasures of life.
In the end, John realized that all he had ever wanted was to feel truly loved and appreciated, and he knew that he had found that with Mary. He was grateful for her willingness to accommodate his unusual request and for the happiness it brought to their lives.
As the weeks went by, John started to push the boundaries of his baby role-play with Mary. He began acting out, throwing his food on the floor and crying when he didn't get his way. Mary tried to be patient with him, but she knew that she couldn't let his bad behavior go unchecked.
One day, as John was throwing a tantrum at the dinner table, Mary decided she had had enough. She picked him up, placed him over her knee, and removed his diaper giving him a firm spanking. John was shocked and embarrassed at first, but as Mary continued to scold him, he realized that he had been acting like a spoiled brat.
Tears welled up in John's eyes as he apologized to Mary for his behavior. He realized that he had been taking advantage of her kindness and that he needed to start behaving like a responsible adult. Mary hugged him tight and assured him that she loved him no matter what, and that she just wanted him to be happy.
After the spanking, Mary cradled John in her arms and gave him a warm hug. She could see that he was feeling embarrassed and ashamed, and she wanted to make him feel loved and accepted.
"Come here, baby," she said, patting her lap. "Come sit with me."
John obediently climbed onto Mary's lap and snuggled close to her, feeling the warmth of her embrace. Mary stroked his hair and whispered sweet nothings in his ear, trying to comfort him.
As they cuddled, Mary could feel John's tension melting away. She knew that he needed this kind of physical affection and reassurance, and she was more than happy to provide it. She held him close, breathing in the scent of his hair and feeling the beat of his heart.
After a few minutes, Mary could feel John's body relax completely. He had fallen into a peaceful slumber, and she knew that he was finally at ease. She smiled down at him, feeling a surge of love and tenderness.
As she sat there, Mary couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them. She knew that their baby role-play was unconventional, to say the least, but she couldn't imagine her life without it. She loved taking care of John and nurturing him in every way, and she knew that he loved being taken care of by her.
As John slept, Mary decided to take things one step further. She unbuttoned her blouse and offered him her breast, knowing that it would be the ultimate act of nurturing for him. John stirred and latched on, nursing hungrily as Mary held him close.
As John breastfed, Mary couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and fulfillment. She loved nothing more than taking care of him in this way, and she could see that he was enjoying it too.
As she held him close, Mary's hand strayed down to John's lap. She couldn't resist the urge to touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin and the beating of his heart. She stroked him gently, watching as he closed his eyes and surrendered to the pleasure.
John's body responded to Mary's touch, and she could feel him growing harder and more excited. She grinned to herself, knowing that she had the power to bring him pleasure in this way. She continued to stroke him, her hand moving in a slow and steady rhythm.
As John reached his peak, Mary felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. She had brought him to the brink of pleasure, and she knew that he was hers to do with as she pleased. She held him close, feeling his release and the warmth of his cum on her hand.
In that moment, Mary knew that she would do anything for John. He was her baby, and she would love and care for him always.
96. Self-Spanking and the Stepmom
The young man sat in his room, staring at the screen of his laptop. He had always been fascinated by spanking stories, and he had spent hours reading through forums and blogs, trying to understand why. Now, as he sat alone in his room, he couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to experience it for himself.
He looked around the room, trying to find something that he could use to spank himself. There was nothing. He wandered out of his bedroom to the room of his stepmom who was out. His eyes landed on a hairbrush that was sitting on her dressing table, and he knew that it would be perfect. He picked it up and ran his fingers over the bristles, feeling a shiver of excitement run down his spine.
Without hesitation, he stood up and began to pull down his pants. He was nervous, but he was also determined to see this through. He positioned himself over the bed, and then he brought the hairbrush down on his bare buttocks.
The sensation was intense, and he couldn't help but cry out in pain and pleasure. He spanked himself harder and harder, relishing in the intense sensations that flooded through his body. He had never felt anything like it before, and he knew that he was hooked.
The young man was caught off guard when he heard the door to his room open. He quickly pulled up his pants and turned around to see his stepmom standing in the doorway, a look of shock and confusion on her face.
"What the hell are you doing?" she asked, her voice filled with disbelief. "And in my room of all places?"
The young man's face turned red with embarrassment as he tried to come up with an explanation. "I was just, um, experimenting," he stammered.
His stepmom's eyebrows furrowed. "Experimenting with what? Spanking yourself with my hairbrush?"
The young man nodded sheepishly, not knowing what else to say.
His stepmom shook her head in disbelief. "I can't believe you would do something like this," she said, her voice laced with disappointment. "Do you have any idea how strange and abnormal this is?"
The young man hung his head in shame, knowing that she was right. He had let his curiosity get the best of him, and he had crossed a line.
"I'm sorry," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable."
His stepmom sighed and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around him in a comforting embrace. "I understand that you were curious, but you have to understand that this is not normal behavior," she said softly. "We need to talk about this and figure out why you feel the need to do things like this."
The young man took a deep breath and looked his stepmom in the eye. "I've always had a fascination with spanking," he admitted. "Ever since I was a kid, I've been drawn to the idea of being punished in that way. I know it's weird, and I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable."
His stepmom was quiet for a moment, considering his words. "I can understand why you might be interested in something like that," she said finally,
The young man nodded, grateful for her understanding.
His stepmom gave him a small smile. "It's okay," she said. "We all have our quirks and fetishes."
The young man felt a weight lift off his shoulders as he realized that his stepmom was willing to accept his interest in spanking. He couldn't believe his luck.
"Thank you," he said, feeling overwhelmed with gratitude. "I really appreciate your understanding."
His stepmom chuckled. "Well, since you're into this sort of thing, maybe I could help you out," she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I could spank you, if you'd like."
The young man's eyes widened in surprise. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Are you serious?" he asked.
His stepmom nodded. "I'm willing to try it, if you are," she said. "But we have to make sure we set some boundaries and make sure we're both comfortable with it. And it's important that you know that this doesn't change anything in our relationship. I expect to be treated with respect."
The young man nodded, understanding her conditions. "I agree," he said. "And thank you. I can't believe you're willing to do this for me."
His stepmom gave him a soft smile. "I care about you, and I want to make you happy," she said. "But we have to be careful and make sure that we're both on the same page. Okay?"
The young man nodded, feeling grateful and loved. He knew that he was lucky to have such an understanding and supportive stepmom. And he couldn't believe what was happening. His stepmom had actually offered to spank him, and he was about to experience his fantasy in a way he never could have imagined.
"Take off your clothes and get over here" she told him, taking a seat at her dressing table with her hairbrush in hand.
He took off his clothes and positioned himself across her lap, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. His stepmom placed a hand on his back, letting him know that she was ready. "Are you ready?" she asked.
The young man nodded, his heart racing. "Yes," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
His stepmom began to spank him, starting with slow, gentle strokes that gradually became harder and more intense. The young man felt a mix of pain and pleasure, and he couldn't help but cry out with each new swat.
As the spanking continued, he felt his body start to relax and surrender to the sensation. He had never felt anything like it before, and he knew that he was hooked.
When the spanking finally came to an end, he was left panting and covered in sweat. His stepmom helped him to his feet and wrapped him in a warm embrace.
"How was that?" she asked, her voice filled with amused concern.
The young man smiled up at her, feeling a deep sense of gratitude. "It was amazing," he said. "Thank you for doing this for me. I never thought I'd experience something like this."
His stepmom returned his smile. "I'm glad that you enjoyed it," she said. "And remember, this doesn't change anything in our relationship."
The young man nodded, understanding her words. But couldn't stop thinking about the spanking that he had just received. The sensation had been intense and unforgettable, and he knew that he would never forget it.
As he stood there naked, recovering from the experience, he noticed that his stepmom was watching him with a curious expression.
"Is everything okay?" he asked, feeling a bit self-conscious.
His stepmom nodded. "Everything is fine," she said. "I was just noticing that you seemed very aroused during your spanking. It was almost as if you enjoyed it more than you expected to."
The young man blushed, not sure how to respond. "I guess I did," he admitted. "It was a lot more intense and pleasurable than I thought it would be."
His stepmom smiled. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said. "But I was wondering if you'd be comfortable with something else."
The young man raised an eyebrow, curious. "What did you have in mind?"
His stepmom hesitated, clearly feeling a bit nervous. "Well, I was thinking that maybe I could watch you pleasure yourself while thinking back on this spanking," she said. "I know it might be a bit strange, but I just feel like it would be a way for me to understand your desire for spanking and how it affects you."
The young man considered her words, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. He had never done anything like this before, but he knew that he wanted to make his stepmom happy after what she had just done for him.
"Okay," he said, making up his mind. "I'm willing to try it if you are."
His stepmom smiled. "Thank you," she said. "I'm really looking forward to this."
The young man lay back on his stepmom's bed, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. He had never done anything like this before.
His stepmom took a seat beside him, watching him with a mix of curiosity and arousal. "Are you ready?" she asked, her voice filled with anticipation.
The young man nodded, feeling a surge of desire. He closed his eyes, thinking back on the spanking that he had just received and letting his imagination run wild.
As he started to pleasure himself, he could feel his stepmom's gaze on him, fueling his desire. He let out a low moan, unable to hold back his pleasure.
She had never seen anything like this before, and she was fascinated by the way he closed his eyes and let out low moans of pleasure.
She could see the muscles in his chest and arms flexing as he touched himself, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. She had always known that her stepson was attractive, but seeing him like this was a whole new level of sexy.
She watched as he brought himself to the brink of climax, his breath coming in short gasps,
As the young man approached climax, his stepmom watched with a mix of curiosity and arousal. She could see the tension in his body, the way his muscles flexed and his breath came in short gasps.
And then, with a final cry of pleasure, he came, his body shaking with the intensity of his orgasm. She watched as his ejaculate shot out, the force so strong that it sprayed across his stomach and chest.
She could see the sweat on his brow, the way his chest and arms glistened in the dim light. And as he lay there, panting and spent, she couldn't help but feel a surge of desire.
She had never seen anything like this before, and she was fascinated by the raw sexuality and vulnerability of the moment. She knew that this was a special moment, one that they would always remember.
As the young man recovered from his climax, he opened his eyes to see his stepmom smiling down at him. She leaned in to give him a soft kiss, feeling grateful for the trust and vulnerability he had shown her.
After a moment, she leaned in and scooped up his ejaculate with her fingers, bringing them to her lips for a taste. The young man then watched with a mix of shock and excitement as she brought her fingers to his mouth and insisted that he swallow every last drop.
At first, he was hesitant, not sure if he was comfortable with something like this. But as his stepmom's gaze locked onto his, he could feel his resistance melting away. He opened his mouth and allowed her to feed him, feeling a mix of pleasure and submission.
When he was finished, his stepmom said, "That was amazing. I've never seen anything like that before."
The young man blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I'm sorry if it was weird," he said.
His stepmom chuckled. "It wasn't weird at all," she said. "It was actually quite hot. I'm glad that you were able to share that with me."
The young man smiled, feeling relieved. He was glad that his stepmom had enjoyed the experience as much as he had.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said. "I've always wanted to explore this side of myself, and I'm glad that I have you to share it with."
His stepmom gave him a warm smile. "I'm happy to be here for you," she said. "And I'm looking forward to doing it again, just don't let your father know."
The young man felt his heart fill with love and gratitude. He knew that he was lucky to have such a understanding and supportive stepmom, and he couldn't wait to see what the future held for them.
97. Like Father Like Son
It was a typical Saturday morning when Sarah's mother-in-law, Mary, stopped by to visit. Sarah's husband, Mark, was out running errands, and Sarah was happy to have some company while she tidied up the house.
As they chatted in the living room, Mary suddenly glanced down at Mark's discarded jeans and noticed something strange peeking out from under the waistband. "What on earth is that?" she asked, picking up the jeans to get a closer look.
Sarah blushed as she realized what her mother-in-law was seeing. It was Mark's chastity device, a metal cage that he wore to prevent him from getting an erection. "It's something we use in our relationship," Sarah explained, trying to deflect Mary's curiosity.
But Mary was not satisfied with this vague explanation. "I've never heard of such a thing. Why would you do this to my son?"
Sarah hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal to her mother-in-law. She knew that Mary would never understand the dynamics of their female led relationship, with Sarah being in charge and Mark submitting to her authority.
But Mary persisted, and Sarah eventually decided to take a chance and explain everything. She told Mary about the spankings and orgasm control techniques she used to train Mark and keep him obedient.
To Sarah's surprise, Mary was fascinated by this new information. She asked questions and listened intently, clearly intrigued by the idea of a woman taking charge in a relationship.
As they talked, Sarah realized that she had a unique opportunity to mentor her mother-in-law and help her understand the benefits of female led relationships. She shared her own experiences and offered advice, hoping to inspire Mary to explore this exciting new dynamic.
Over the next few weeks, Sarah watched with delight as Mary began to embrace her new role as a dominant woman with her husband, Mark's dad, Tom. She started using spanking and orgasm control on him, and he was thrilled to be under her control.
Sarah was proud of the progress her mother-in-law had made, and she was grateful for the chance to share her knowledge and experience. She knew that Mary would always be grateful to her for opening up a whole new world of possibilities and helping her become the woman she had always wanted to be.
The next time Mary and Sarah and their husbands were together, Sarah couldn't help but tease the men about how they were now both under female control. "Like father like son," she chuckled as she watched Mark and Tom squirm under the gaze of their dominant wives.
Mary joined in the fun, grinning wickedly as she told Tom to fetch them all drinks from the kitchen. Tom obeyed without hesitation, knowing that disobeying would result in a painful punishment.
As they sat on the couch, sipping their drinks and chatting about their relationships, Sarah couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. She had come a long way since first discovering the world of female led relationships, and she was thrilled to see her mother-in-law embracing the same dynamic.
"It's so empowering to be in charge," Mary said, a dreamy look in her eyes. "I never realized how much I was missing out on until I started exploring this side of myself."
Sarah nodded in agreement. "It's a whole new world when you take control," she said. "I'm so glad I was able to help you discover it."
As the evening wore on, Sarah and Mary continued to mentor each other, sharing their experiences and offering advice on how to keep their men in line. They laughed and joked, feeling more connected and empowered than ever before.
And as they watched their husbands happily serving them, they knew that they had truly come full circle. They were now both in charge, and they were loving every moment of it.
As the evening wore on, Sarah and Mary became more and more playful with their men. They loved the feeling of power and control that came with being in charge, and they were eager to show off their dominance.
So, to reinforce their domination over Mark and Tom, they stripped them both naked in front of one another to show off their chastity devices. The men blushed and tried to cover themselves up, but the women enjoyed the sight of their naked bodies, fully exposed and vulnerable, and compared them.
"See how obedient they are?" Mary chuckled, patting Mark on the head like a well-trained dog. "We have them exactly where we want them."
Sarah nodded in agreement, grinning as she ran her hands over Tom's toned physique. "It's so satisfying to have them under our control," she said. "I can't imagine ever going back to a traditional relationship."
Feeling mischievous, the women decided to take things one step further. They both grabbed their men and pulled them over their laps, ready to give them a good spanking.
Mark and Tom yelped in protest, but they knew better than to resist. They submitted to their wives' punishment, wincing and wriggling as the women spanked them across their bare bottoms.
When the spanking was over, the women sent their men to their corners to think about their status. "Stay there until we say you can come out," Mary ordered, wagging her finger at Tom.
Mark and Tom obeyed, standing in their corners with their heads down, ashamed of their naughty behavior. But despite their embarrassment, they secretly loved being under the control of their strong, dominant wives.
Sarah and Mary looked at each other and chuckled, enjoying the sight of their men standing in the corner like naughty boys. They knew that this was just the beginning of their journey into the world of female led relationships, and they were excited to see where it would take them.
Over the next few weeks, Sarah and Mary continued to mentor each other and explore their dominance over their men. They spanked and punished them whenever they misbehaved, and they enjoyed the sight of their men kneeling at their feet, begging for mercy.
As they grew more confident in their roles as dominant women, they began to incorporate other elements of female led relationships into their dynamic. They experimented with orgasm control, teasing and tormenting their men until they were begging for release. They also introduced new forms of discipline, such as lengthy and unpleasant corner time and 24x7 forced nudity, to keep their men in line.
Mark and Tom were more than happy to submit to their wives' authority, knowing that they were in the best hands possible. They knew that Sarah and Mary loved and cared for them, and they were grateful to be able to serve and please them in any way possible.
And as the years passed, Sarah and Mary continued to strengthen their bond and explore their dominance together. They were a team, united in their love of female led relationships and their desire to control and dominate their men. They knew that they would always be there for each other, sharing their knowledge and experiences, and guiding each other along the path to true dominance.
98. A Motel Tryst
John had always had a secret fantasy about being spanked. It was something that he had never told anyone, not even his wife Mary. But he couldn't shake the desire, and it had only grown stronger as the years went on.
So, when he came across an online forum for people with similar interests, he couldn't resist creating an account. It wasn't long before he was messaging with a woman who called herself "Miss Amelia."
Miss Amelia was interested in fulfilling John's fantasy, and they agreed to meet at a motel just outside the city. John's heart was racing as he checked into the room, excited and nervous at the same time.
When Miss Amelia arrived, John was taken aback by how beautiful she was. She was tall and slender, with long dark hair and piercing blue eyes. She was dressed in a leather corset and high heels, carrying a wooden paddle in her hand.
"Are you ready for your punishment, John?" she asked with a wicked grin.
John nodded, his mouth going dry. Miss Amelia led him over to the bed and instructed him to undress and lay down. She began to spank him with the paddle, each swat sending waves of pleasure and pain through his body. John couldn't believe how much he was enjoying it.
But just as he was reaching the height of his ecstasy, the door to the hotel room opened. It was Mary, John's wife, and she was fuming with rage.
"What the hell is going on here?" she yelled, storming into the room.
Miss Amelia turned to face her, a sly smile on her lips. "I'm so glad you could join us, Mary. I was just about to give your husband the punishment he deserves."
John's heart sank as he realized that Miss Amelia knew Mary. He had been foolish to think he could keep his secret from his wife.
Mary was livid. She glared at John, her eyes filled with hurt and betrayal. "How could you do this to me, John?"
John could say nothing.
"I think we need to have a long talk about this," she said, taking a deep breath. "But for now, I think you could use a little extra punishment."
And with that, Mary took the paddle from Miss Amelia and began to spank John herself. It was a punishment that he would never forget, but it was also the start of a new and exciting chapter in their relationship.
99. Strip and Spank, the Game Show
The bright lights of the studio shone down on the three contestants as they stood nervously waiting for the host to ask the first question. The male contestant, Jack, was sweating profusely, while the two females, Emily and Sarah, tried to calm their nerves by chatting quietly to each other.
The host, a flashy man with perfectly coiffed hair and a blinding white smile, strode out onto the stage, microphone in hand.
"Welcome to the hottest game show on TV: 'Strip and Spank'!" he shouted, to the cheers of the live studio audience. "Our three contestants tonight are competing for the chance to walk away with a huge cash prize. But be warned, every time they get a question wrong, they'll have to take off an article of clothing. And once all but one are naked, the winner gets to choose the naked contestant that they'll get to spank right here on live TV!"
The audience went wild as the host turned to the first contestant, Jack.
"First question: What is the capital of France?"
Jack hesitated for a moment before confidently answering, "Paris."
"Correct!" the host exclaimed, as the audience erupted into applause. "That's one article of clothing saved. Let's see how the ladies do with their first question."
Emily stepped forward, her hands shaking slightly. "What is the chemical symbol for gold?" she asked.
"Au," Sarah answered immediately.
"Correct!" the host boomed. "Two articles of clothing saved for Sarah, and one more for Emily. But be careful, because one wrong answer and it's game over for one of you."
As the game went on, the questions became harder and the stakes higher. Jack lost his shirt on a question about Greek mythology, while Emily lost her skirt on a question about the periodic table. By the time they reached the final round, Sarah was the only one still fully dressed.
"One final question," the host said, a sly smile playing across his lips. "What is the speed of light in a vacuum?"
Sarah hesitated, biting her lip. She knew the answer, but the pressure was getting to her. In the end, she guessed incorrectly, and with a sigh, she began to remove her blouse.
"And that means it's time for the final challenge!" the host exclaimed. "Sarah, the choice is yours: who will you spank?"
Sarah looked at her two opponents, both of whom were now standing naked on the stage. With a shrug, she stepped forward and delivered a hearty spank to Emily's bare bottom.
"Emily it is!" said the host. "Have at it, Sarah!"
Sarah grabbed Emily by the waist, sat on a high stool, and hoisted her up onto her lap, pulling her over her knee. Emily yelped again as Sarah began to spank her in earnest, each slap resounding throughout the studio.
The audience went wild as Sarah delivered an extended spanking to Emily's bare bottom, her arm moving in a blur as she administered the punishment. Emily squirmed and wriggled and bicycled her legs madly, but there was no escaping Sarah's iron grip.
The audience cheered and jeered, and some of their comments were picked up on live TV.
"I can't believe they're doing this on live television!"
"Sarah's really laying it on thick!"
"Ouch, that has to hurt!"
"Emily's really taking it like a champ!"
"Oh my god, look at Emily's bouncing breasts!"
"Yeah, I've never seen a woman's breasts bounce so much during a spanking!"
"I can't look away, this is too good!"
"I've never been so turned on by a game show before!"
"I've never seen anyone spanked so hard before!"
"I can't believe how red Emily's bottom is getting!"
"Oh my god, look at the monitor. The camera is zooming in on Emily's private parts!"
"And her bum hole, too!"
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Sarah stopped and helped Emily back to her feet. Emily's face was red and teary, and she had a blush all over her body, but there was a smile on her lips as she hugged Sarah tightly.
"Phew!" Emily said, laughing.
"Well done, loser," Sarah said, grinning. "But at least you won't be forgetting this game show anytime soon."
As the two women walked offstage, the audience erupted into cheers and applause. Sarah walked away with the cash prize and the satisfaction of a job well done. Emily received the runner up prize. But Jack got nothing but the embarrassment of having been seen naked on live TV, popping a massive boner as he watched Sarah spanking the naked Emily.
100. Marooned!
As the sun rose on the horizon, the young teenagers found themselves washed ashore on a deserted island in the Pacific Ocean. They had been the only survivors of a shipwreck that had capsized in the rough waters the night before.
The two of them, John and Mary, were both fifteen and had only known each other for a few weeks before their fateful journey. They had been thrown together by circumstance and now found themselves alone on this unfamiliar island, unsure of how they would survive.
But they were determined not to give up. Together, they built huts to shelter themselves from the sun and the rain, and set about learning how to hunt and fish for their food. They gathered fruit and berries and collected fresh water from the streams that ran through the island.
They were both very respectful of one another, and John honored and safeguarded Mary's virginity and female sensitivities.
At first, they worked together in harmony, each of them doing their part to ensure their survival. But as the weeks turned into months, Mary began to become more and more bossy, finding fault with John's work and nagging him constantly.
John tried to be patient with her, but eventually he had had enough. He put his foot down and gave Mary a firm spanking over her pantaloons, telling her that she needed to respect his efforts and stop trying to control everything.
At first, Mary was resentful of John after the spanking. She pouted and refused to do any of the chores that were necessary for their survival on the island. John tried to be patient with her, but he knew that they needed to work together in order to survive.
He decided to give her another spanking, this time more severe than the first. Mary howled in protest, as John dusted her pantaloons, but eventually she got the message and began to behave a bit better.
Unfortunately, Mary's rebelliousness did not disappear. There were several more instances where John had to take her over his knee and spank her until she learned to respect his authority, but it was always short-lived.
John knew that he had to take drastic measures to get Mary to behave, and he decided to try a different approach to her punishment.
John: "Mary, I've had enough of your disrespectful and disobedient behavior. It's time for a spanking to teach you a lesson."
Mary: "No, please, John! I'll do better, I promise!"
John: "I hope so, but I think this time I need to strip you naked before your spanking to really drive the point home."
Mary: "What? No, please don't do that! It's embarrassing!"
John: "It's necessary. Now stand up and take off your clothes."
Mary: "No, John, I can't! Please don't make me do this!"
John: "I'm sorry, Mary, but it's for your own good. You need to learn the importance of obedience and respect, and this is the only way I know how to teach you."
With Mary unwilling to do it himself, John forcibly strips of her of every stitch. Mary blushes profusely. She cannot believe this is happening to her!
Mary: "I'm sorry, John. I'll be good, I promise!"
John: "I hope so. Now, over my knee for your spanking."
Mary: "Please, John, I'm sorry! I'll do better, I promise!"
John: "I hope so, because you're going to get a spanking until you understand the importance of obedience and respect."
Mary: "No, please! I'll do anything, just don't spank me! Not like this! Not naked!"
John: "It's too late for that. This is for your own good."
John took Mary over his knee, holding her in place with one hand on her back. He used the other hand to deliver firm smacks to her bare bottom, causing her to yelp in protest. She begged for him to stop, but John was not convinced of her sincerity. He continued spanking her, making her repeat over and over again that she would be obedient and respect his masculine authority.
Mary: "Ow! Ow! It hurts! Please stop!"
John: "Not until you understand the importance of obedience and respect. Say it with me: I will be obedient and respect your authority."
Mary: "I will be obedient and respect your authority."
John: "Again."
Mary: "I will be obedient and respect your authority."
John: "Again."
Mary: "I will be obedient and respect your authority."
John: "And?"
Mary: "And I'm sorry for my disrespectful behavior."
John: "Good. I hope you've learned your lesson. I'll stop now, but if you ever disrespect me or refuse to do your chores again, you'll be getting another spanking just like this. Naked just like this."
Mary: "Yes, John. I understand. I won't do it again."
John: "Go dress yourself, Mary, and we'll say no more about it."
To John's surprise, the naked spanking had an amazing effect on Mary. She was finally tamed, and she came to enjoy the feeling of submitting to John's authority. She apologized for her rebellious behavior and promised to do better in the future.
Over time, Mary's rebelliousness disappeared completely, and she became more and more submissive to John. She enjoyed pleasing him and doing her part to contribute to their survival on the island. Sometimes she deliberately was naughty, but John knew what she was up to, and satisfied her need with more naked spankings, though they drove John as wild as they did Mary.
Eventually, Mary offered her body to John, and he gratefully accepted. They became lovers and spent the rest of their time on the island in a state of domestic bliss.
A year passed, and they had all but given up hope of being rescued. But
one day, a passing ship spotted the smoke from their campfire and came
to their aid. John and Mary were overjoyed to be rescued and returned to
civilization, grateful for the time they had spent together on the
island, and the lessons they had learned about trust and respect in
their struggle to survive.
When they finally got home, they knew that they would always be grateful to each other for the lessons they had learned on that deserted island in the Pacific. They went on to have a happy and fulfilling life together, always remembering the challenges they had faced and the love they had found in each other's arms.
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