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Writing a story about a naughty girl is almost as good as having her bare red bum across your knee.

The BDSM escape room

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Mia was a girl who liked things kinky and rough. She did not have a boyfriend, but a few play-friends who were more than enough to fulfill her sexual needs.
She’d met most of them online or at a BDSM-party or other gathering. They’d spanked her, tied her up, fucked her, tortured her and pleasured her.
Mia was submissive. She liked serving her friends, obeying their commands and being punished for failing them. She called them Sir, and did whatever they wished of her; for they knew her limits and she knew theirs.
Things had grown stale however. These scenes with her friends were still fun, but no longer original. It was hard to come up with another scenario or another role-play. Most of the time they didn’t even bother.
Online, Mia complained to her submissive friends that she missed the adventure. Now that she had experienced all her fantasies, there was nothing new for her. She missed not knowing what was going to happen, being nervous for a new experience.
This was when one of her friends suggested she contacted James. She did not want to say what was so special about James, but she’d had a great time and she was sure Mia had never experienced anything like what he had to offer before.
Mia contacted a few other friends and they too had heard of this James. He was a well-respected member of the community and everyone that had met him said he was a thrust-worthy person.
Mia sent a short email to this James, explaining she’d heard of him from her friends and wondered what it was he does.
James offered she visit him to find out herself.
Normally, Mia wouldn’t visit someone at their home on their first meeting. She’d prefer somewhere public for safety; but because he had the reassuring approval of multiple of her friends, she made an exception this once.
“It’s a game.” James explained.
Mia had arrived at his house on a Saturday afternoon. James lived in a clean, modern home. He was friendly, charming and quite handsome. Mia still had no clue what he did that her friend found so special, but even then she would not mind getting kinky with him.
“What kind of game?” Mia asked, intrigued.
“You could see it as a sort of test.” James said, not giving away too much. “If you successfully solve the test, you win. If you don’t, you lose.”
Mia bit her lip. She had played many kinky games in the past, not very different from this one she guessed. “So I assume that if I lose I get spanked, but if I win, I get fucked?”
James laughed. “Oh no, nothing quite as simple as that. You will provide me with a list of your limits. When you lose, I can do anything I want to you, as long as it’s not on that list. I will give you a similar list of my own. If you win, you can ask anything of me that’s not on mine.”
Mia licked her lips. Those were some high stakes to play with. “What kind of test? Will it hurt and does it involve sex? How do you decide whether I’ve failed or not?” She wanted a bit more detail before she’d agree to such terms.
“The fun part is you don’t know until after you’ve agreed.” James said with a sly grin. “But I can tell you this. You will have to use your brains to solve this test and it’s not up to me to decide whether you succeeded or not. That part is completely objective.”
Mia pouted, a test for her brain seemed boring. It was the bet that would make this interesting. She’d have to let him do anything he wanted if she failed and she didn’t even know what she’d be failing at yet. At least failing wasn’t subject to his opinion so he couldn’t just make her fail.
“That doesn’t sound very entertaining. She said.
“Oh don’t worry about that. I’m sure the test will have you hot and bothered while you’re busy trying to solve it.” James said mysteriously.
Mia raised an eyebrow. What could he possibly have planned for her? “Very well.” She said. “I’ll take the challenge.”
James got up and fetched a sheet of paper and a pen.
“Write down all your limits, please. He said. “Sign with your name and suggest a safe-word in case you wish to end the test early.”
“What happens if I end the test early?” Mia asked while trying to think of all those weird, disgusting or dangerous kinks others might like, but she definitely wanted to avoid.
“Nothing. Neither of us wins.” James explained. “The only reason you could have for finishing early is perhaps a panic attack. If that happens, I’m not going to make you do anything but help you relax.”
Mia blinked. A panic attack? What kind of test was this? Still, she wasn’t giving up now. She finished her list of limits and handed them to James.
“Great.” He said, reading it quickly. “This leaves plenty of room for some fun.”
Mia blushed.
“Now, you’ll need to undress before the test starts. I want you completely naked.” James said.
Mia smiled. Well this test was certainly starting out interesting. She got up out of the sofa she’d been sitting in, took one last sip from the drink James had offered her and then wriggled out of her dress.
She did not blush as James watched her undo her bra or even when she bent over to pull down her panties. She loved the way he looked at her naked body.
“I’m going to blindfold you now.” James said. “Then I will lead you to the room where you’ll play the game.”
Mia nodded, telling him she was ready.
Completely naked, except for the blindfold, she was guided through the door at the back of James’ living-room. At the end of the hall, he opened a door. Mia knew they were at the back of the house, but there was no cold air telling her they’d left the building. Reassured that he wasn’t leading her somewhere outside, away from the privacy of his home, she let him guide her into the room.
“Stand still.” James said.
Mia could hear him pick something up that sounded like a metal chain. Goosebumps appeared all over her body. She hadn’t been chained up in a long time.
James placed something against her throat and fastened it around her neck, a soft leather collar. Mia could feel the chain that was attached to it fall against her body, it felt cold between her breasts. Then it disappeared as James picked it up and attached it somewhere.
“When you hear the door lock, you can take off your blindfold.” James said. “You will then have one hour to escape from this room. If you don’t make it out in time, you lose. The things you find in here will give you some idea of what I plan on doing with you.”
Mia gasped. He was going to lock her up? His game was an escape room? She suddenly heard the door lock and quickly pulled off the blindfold.
She stood in the corner of what must be James’ private play-room. The floor and walls were dark, rich wood and there was little light in the room. In one corner stood a large metal cage with restraints. In the other corner a large, blood-red leather sofa. In the middle of the room stood a spanking bench, a small pedestal with a box and a chest. Against the furthest wall stood an old wooden desk.
The leash on her collar was fastened to the corner and all she could reach was the spanking bench, the mirror on the wall behind her and the chest beside the sofa…


This story has two possible endings. Either Mia escapes from the room, or she doesn’t …

Both endings are available on my website; but before you can read it, you need to play a game. You need to help Mia escape.

Only those who manage to escape from the room will be able to read the alternate ending!

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The stolen bikini (part 3)

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part 1
part 2

The day before, Sophia had walked the streets of a small town besides Michael. She’d been wearing only a bikini and a dress that was so see-through, that anyone might se that she’d been recently spanked, if they looked close enough.
Anytime someone looked at her, Sophia wondered if they noticed. At first, it made her blush; but as the day progressed, she started to feel excited by the idea of them seeing.
Sophia always told herself that she could enjoy these vacations so fully because no-one knew her. That’s why she did not mind people knowing she slept around with other guests at the hotel she was staying in. So why should she care if they knew she got spanked? Let them think what they want, they didn’t know her and she’d never see them again before she went home.
If she could show her red bottom unashamed, she could be proud at herself for her self-confidence, she thought. At home she’d never admit she liked to get spanked when she deserved it; but out here that admission was anonymous.
She asked Michael if they could spend the rest of that evening at the pool.

“Are you sure?” Michael asked her when they returned to the resort. “Most of the marks won’t have faded yet.”
“I am.” Sophia replied. “It’s like you said. I should be proud of them instead of hiding them. Let everyone at the pool see what happens to naughty girls.”
Michael laughed
When they arrived at the pool, many guests had left to have dinner at the resort. This meant there were chairs available for them.
Sophia hesitated for a few more moments and then pulled her dress over her head. She still wore the same bikini of the day before, the one which bottoms did not cover an inch of her behind.
She looked at her buttocks which were still slightly pink and bore some obvious bruises. With a blush, she laid down on her lounging chair. She turned over to lay on her belly, daring herself to show off her bottom.
Michael left to get some things from his room. All alone beside the pool, Sophia could feel dozens of eyes on her. The men always looked at her, the way she was dressed. She wondered what they were thinking now.
More and more people returned to the pool after dinner and as they passed her chair, Sophia noticed the look of surprise in their eyes as they passed her. It made her blush, but at the same time feel triumphant. Yes, she had gotten spanked and yes she was brave enough to let them see.
Michael returned from his room with two towels and sunscreen for the both of them. Sophia stood up to place on of those towels on her chair and then helped him apply the sun-screen.
When she laid back down on her chair, Michael did the same for her. His hands felt strong and cool on her back, her legs and bottom. She wondered how many other men were watching her get oiled up like this.

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The gentleman (part 3)

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part 1 – part 2

Two weeks passed before Samantha heard from Mike again. She still was absent-minded around her friends and had to admit to them she was seeing someone. The kind of relationship they had, she kept quiet about of course.
When Mike texted her, inviting her over for dinner, she replied immediately that she could. In a way, she was grateful that he had invited her to his place. Hers was a bit of a mess and she knew from his stories that he considered this a good enough reason to give a young woman a very red bottom.
On the night of her date, she did her best to dress as sexy as she could. She wore a short yellow dress, knowing Mike would love the stockings she wore underneath. She chose black lingerie, knowing it contrasted nicely with the light dress.
Preparing herself like this, she was reminded of the fact they’d agreed to have sex on their second date. It was a bit weird, going to a date having already agreed to that; but not as weird as being spanked for wanting it on the first.
When she arrived, Mike was wearing clean-cut jeans and a clean shirt. On top of that, he wore an apron. “Good evening my lady, please come in.” He said.
Sam blushed, feeling over-dressed for the occasion. Mike was obviously preparing dinner for her himself and wasn’t planning on taking her out.
“Please excuse me for just a moment.” Mike said after he guided her to his living-room. “The meal needs a few more touches and then I’ll join you.
Alone in the room, Sam looked around to see what she could discover about him. The room was clean and the furniture was modern. There were a lot of books, which meant Mike didn’t just write, but read as well. None of these were erotic at al though.
She could hear him in the kitchen and later somewhere deeper in the house going up some stairs. When he returned, the apron was gone and the jeans and shirt replaced by a suit.
“Excuse my earlier appearance.” Mike said. “I had not expected you so early.”
Sam blushed. “No Sir, excuse me for embarrassing you by arriving early.” She’d practiced a proper submissive attitude by reading as many of his stories as she could.
Mike smiled broadly. “I shall forgive you young lady, but only this once. Now please, join me at the table for dinner.”
Sam grinned broadly as she let Mike help her with her chair. She made a mental note not to arrive too early next time; for Mike might sound playful, there was no saying she might not end up over his knee the next time she caught him not ready for their date.
Mike served her perfectly prepared steak with steamed vegetables and baked potatoes. It was a simple, yet delicious meal. He offered her a glass of wine as well, but made her promise not to drink more than one so that she was sober enough to consent to his wishes when he took her up to his bedroom.
Sam only drank half her glass and had to force herself to touch the meal. She was too distracted about the anticipation of the things he might do to her.
When she finally cleared her plate, she shot Mike a challenging look. “Enough foreplay.” She said.

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For research purposes only

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The bright white light of a computer screen was all that illuminated Emma’s room while she worked on her book. It had been several weeks since she finished the last chapter and she was committed to finish at least another this night.
Emma wrote romance novels, but this book was going to be slightly different. Instead of her normal, soft-core sex-scenes, she wanted something hot and steamy.
Emma had many kinky fantasies of her own, but she had never incorporated them in one of her books before. In this chapter, one of her characters was going to get a spanking; which was one of Emma’s biggest fantasies.
It wasn’t going to be an erotic spanking however. The character in her book was an experienced submissive, with a strict, dominant husband. She would be getting a firm, disciplinary spanking for failing to follow his rules and keep up with her chores.
Her readers would join her main, female character who secretly witnesses this spanking. She would be highly aroused by what she sees and will—later in the book—experience a more erotic version of this spanking.
The whole scene was ready to begin. It was dark outside and the main character was hidden just below the window sill. Inside the light was on and the strict husband had just arrived home to see his wife lazing about while her chores remained undone.
She just didn’t know how to begin.
Emma had fantasized perhaps a hundred times about being spanked. She could imagine how the scolding would go and how the spanking would start. When she imagined what the naughty wife should feel however, she could only sense arousal and excitement. She had no realistic idea on how a true submissive would feel when being punished, not for fun but for real.
Worse, despite her fantasies, she had never actually experienced a spanking. She didn’t know how it would progress and it pain would feel.
She had some idea of these things. She could just write down how it felt in her fantasies; but she didn’t want her book to sound ridiculous if her imagination was too different from reality.
In a separate window on her computer, Emma was browsing a forum about kink and fetishes. Most men that contacted her on this website merely wanted a hook-up with a girl like Emma, single, attractive and interested in an array of fetishes. She had joined the forum a long time ago however and through weeding out the idiot’s she’d made a few close friends.
One of these was John. He was an experienced dom who had always treated her friendly and polite. He never asked her to meet or play together, even though she knew that in the time she’d known him, he’d had many dates with young women who wanted to feel what it was like dating a dom. Emma’s profile said she wasn’t looking and he respected that.
Emma didn’t know whether there was a reason those dates never worked out, or if John refused to commit to anything more serious. It did make him a reliable source to answer many of her questions when it came to her fantasies.
She had messaged him about her problem with the next chapter and was waiting for him to come online. John always answered her questions promptly. Emma knew he loved talking to her about these things. Discussing her fantasies must turn him on nearly as much as her. All thanks to the anonymity of the internet.
When John came online, his answer was short and simple: “Have you tried reading some stories from others about disciplinary spankings?”
Emma quickly replied that she had. It had been a chore; the forum was filled with such stories and most of them weren’t by very good authors. After weeding out those, she had to find those with the right topic and then those with a plot that was too ridiculous to be taken serious. The remaining selection had been very small.
“It might take some time, but if you find one written by an experienced submissive, that should give you a pretty accurate idea of how she feels. The physical reaction might be a bit hard to describe, but you could always try spanking yourself and see how it feels.” John replied to her rant.
Emma blushed at his proposal, but promised she’d think about it if she couldn’t find the right story to cure her writer’s block.
She sighed as she went back to the forum thread that listed the stories posted by all the members. She had already gone through this and felt very little courage to do so again.
Well, if you’re going to be lazy, you might as well do the self-spanking. She told herself. It will be good research and you deserve it for being a sloth. The fact that the idea greatly aroused her was certainly not the reason for choosing a more hands-on approach to her research.
Emma had spanked herself a few times in the past, trying to experience her fantasies by herself. She had always given up quickly, choosing simple masturbation over the inauthentic feel of a self-spanking.
Not this time, she told herself. This time she wasn’t trying it because she felt horny. She was doing research and she couldn’t back out early.
She knelt on her bed and looked down over her shoulder at her bottom, illuminated by her computer-screen on the desk. She only wore a t-shirt and panties this late at night, so there wasn’t much to protect her bottom when she aimed a swat at it.
A soft sting spread through her cheek and Emma raised er t-shirt before landing a few more.
As she enjoyed the glow that caused, she thought that the strict husband in her book would not spank his wife this gently. She gathered some pillows on her bed and dropped herself over them emulating the position his wife would be over his knee. She even pulled down her panties so that her bottom would be bare like hers.
In this lying position, she quickly realized it was too difficult to spank her own bottom effectively. She needed something to reach it better.
On her way back from the bathroom where she had picked up a hairbrush, she noticed John had sent her another message. She blushed, for she’d assumed no-one would know what she was doing; but John must surely suspect that her bottom was getting spanked by her own hand, right this moment. He might not now who she was or where she lived, but it embarrassed her none-the-less.
She ignored her computer—feeling too shy to answer any messages at this moment—and reassumed her position on the bed.
The smacks with the brush hurt a lot more, but that was to be expected from a disciplinary spanking. The hotter her bottom got however, the more aroused she got. Assuming that the pain would soon overtake her excitement, Emma continued her spanking. She was adamant that this time, she would not back out.
When she was done, her bottom was red and felt on fire. She’d never spanked herself this hard or this long, yet she felt disappointed. Her arm distracted her for it ached from the unfamiliar movement repeated again and again. At no point had she felt out of control of the situation, even though she’d forbidden herself to stop. Every smack she’d given herself, she’d known was coming. She knew exactly where it was aimed and how hard it would land.
She picked up her pillow and dropped it on her chair before sitting down behind her computer again.
“Remember you can ask me if you want a dom’s perspective on the spanking.” John’s message greeted her.
“Thanks for the offer, I’ll surely make use of it. The self-spanking wasn’t much of a success, though.” Emma replied, she blushed, admitting what she’d done to him; but she really needed his help if this book was going to be written.
“It wasn’t? Perhaps you need to try harder. I could instruct you if you want.” John messaged back.
Emma blushed deeply, imagining it vividly.
“Just an offer. I’m not trying to coax you into anything.” John quickly added to his message.
“I know.” Emma replied.
She thought about it for a moment, giving it some real consideration, but decided that was unlikely to work. It wouldn’t solve everything that made a self-spanking so different from a real one.
“I don’t think that’s going to do it. The only think I can think of that would actually work is a real spanking and that’s obviously not going to happen.” She replied.
“Why not? I’ve always wondered why you were on this forum, but never went further than just talking about your fantasies. We’ve talked about them often enough for me to know you really want to. Why are you so afraid to make that next step?” John answered her.
Emma blushed. “It just hasn’t happened. It’s not like I’m actively avoiding it.”
“I think perhaps you believe too much in your own stories, everything is easy in those romantic books you write. In real life things don’t happen by themselves. You have to go out and take what you want.” John replied.
Emma bristled at his tone. She always liked when John sounded a bit strict; she had accepted his soft rebuke after her rant about the stories on the forum; but sometimes it became a bit too personal.
“That’s easy for you to say. You don’t get an avalanche of messages when you post on your profile that you’re looking for someone.” She replied.
“That’s true, I don’t; but posting that you’re not looking will worsen your odds even more. Besides, do you think I enjoy going on dates with women, just to never hear from them again, or realizing they’re not really what I’m looking for?” John answered.
Emma took a deep breath. She knew John for a long time and knew he was not really after a one-night-stand when he went out on one of those dates. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I just don’t know how I would start looking without being overwhelmed by offers,” Emma replied honestly.
“Well, during your time here, you must’ve met some people you find appealing. Why not start with them.” John’s wrote.
“Are we still talking about research for my book, or about dating?” Emma asked.
“Whichever you like. Both are possible.”
Emma bit her lip as she stared at her screen. She didn’t want to message someone and ask for a date. She was too romantic for that. John might laugh at her, but she liked the way things happened in her books.
She wondered instead who of her friends she could trust to spank her for research purposes only, no further intentions. The answer was obvious of course and staring her right in the face.
“Would you like to help me with research for my book?” She messaged John.
He did not answer right away.
“How would I be helping you?” He asked.
“I want a firm, disciplinary spanking, just like the character in my book. No sex, no playing and no feelings; purely professional.” Emma answered, blushing deeply as she wrote this down.
“I don’t know. I’ve given disciplinary spankings before; but always to a girl I was dating. There were feelings because I cared for her.” John replied.
“Don’t you care for me as a friend?” Emma asked him.
Again, it took a long time for John to answer and Emma feared she might have made him angry with her manipulative tone.
“How about we go out for drinks first so we can discuss this in more detail. Let’s call it a preliminary meeting, since I know you wouldn’t be interested if I called it a date.” John replied.
Emma blushed at his offended tone, but agreed that his was a good idea. After a night’s rest and a face-to-face discussion, she might have second thoughts about letting herself get spanked.
“Okay, we’ll discuss it first. I’m free this Friday or the next. I guess we should meet somewhere public.” Emma replied.
“This Friday is fine. I know from your profile that you’re in the London area. I’ll meet you at Charing Cross Station, is that doable for you?” John asked.
“That’s perfect. Around seven?”
“Seven it is, see you then, Emma.”
“See you Friday, John.”


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The wedding ceremony

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Most wedding ceremonies take place in front of your friends and family. For Scarlett, this was only the case for two out of three of hers.
She had started the day early. Her friend Emma had already been waiting at the front door while Scarlett was taking her morning shower. Emma was a beauty-specialist and had come to do her friends hair and make-up on her special day.
The early hours of the day had passed in a blur. Luckily, Scarlett had planned the day perfectly and anything she’d forget, would be rectified by the master of ceremonies she had hired.
It wasn’t long before she stood at the steps of city-hall, her hand resting in the crook of her fiancé’s arm. Their witnesses stood behind them, followed by their parents, family and friends.
Lucas wore a dark, sexy suit with a gleaming white shirt and shiny blue tie. Her own dress was perfectly white, with pearls along the bodice and a skirt that dragged a long way behind her.
Traditionally, a white dress meant that the bride was still a virgin on her wedding day. It’s an old tradition though, and like many modern brides, Scarlett had chosen to ignore that rule and go for white anyway.
The ceremony at city-hall was the least pompous of them all. The room was nicely decorated of course and the official was affable and occasionally funny; but this just felt like doing the paper-work.
When they left city-hall, they were officially married. At least as far as the state’s concerned.

The second ceremony was at a church. It was past noon by the time her father was leading her down the aisle. They’d had sandwiches and drinks for lunch before they arrived.
It felt a bit odd then, having her father hand her over to her husband, when they were technically already married. But that’s just one of those oddities when combining a state and church wedding.
The church ceremony made up for everything the previous one was lacking. The church was beautiful with stained glass windows, golden candlesticks and large burning candles. The guests stared at her as she walked down the aisle while a cousin of Lucas played the wedding march on her violin. She saw tears in more eyes than just those of her mother.
It might not mean anything official except perhaps in the eyes of God, but it was everything she had hoped for.
When she left the church, she wore a ring on her finger and everyone was eager for the wedding party. Little did they know that a third ceremony was planned.

After the church wedding, but before the wedding dinner, all the guests were expected to rest or check in at the hotel. The young couple would go to the local park to have their wedding pictures taken. Afterwards they would all gather for a reception, followed by dinner, cake and dancing.
No-one but Scarlett and Lucas knew that there was one hour of freedom between their photography session and the reception.
The last part of the day would take place in a hotel’s banquet hall. Most guests had rented a room at the hotel and so had the young couple, the brides’ suite to be exact.
After making sure no-one had seen them, they made their way to their room. This was where the third and last ceremony would take place.
Scarlett and Lucas shared a secret that none of their friends or family knew. Early in their relationship, they had discovered their mutual interest in kinky activities like spanking, bondage and submission.
They had planned this secret ceremony to incorporate their submissive versus dominant lifestyle into their wedding.


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A rainy day part 3

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This is the last part of this series,you can reread the first two parts here:
part 1part 2
It is worth your time reading them again, as I have edited and improved both stories


“That’s the same skirt you were wearing yesterday, isn’t it?” John asked.
Emily blushed. It was the same skirt, or at least one of the same size as the one she’d been wearing the last two weeks.
Every day, she entered her boss’ office before going to her own desk and every day he’d mention her skirt was at least five inches short. Starting the day of with five solid smacks on her behind made her so horny, excited, happy even, that she never hesitated when he told her to bend over.

A little over two weeks ago, Emily had spent a day in the office without skirt or trousers. It had been an accident, but one with unforeseen consequences.
She had not expected how aroused she’d be, sitting behind her desk, half-naked for her co-workers to see. She wouldn’t have believed she’d had the nerve to walk among them in her panties; but she had.
She had enjoyed teasing them, loved the attention it had gotten her. Until, her boss had spanked her for such inappropriate behaviour.
That wasn’t why she was in his office now however. Ever since the incident, Emily had enjoyed teasing her co-workers. She’d begun wearing sexy, revealing outfits to work every day.
When her behaviour became unacceptable, her boss spanked her again. This time, he did not wait for her colleagues to hear and thus they had all heard what happened to her and how much she enjoyed the punishment.
Now, she was to submit to an inspection of her skirt every day before work. An inspection she failed every day.
She tried not to tease her colleagues anymore, but at that she wasn’t very successful either. Her boss had spanked her four more times in his office in those two weeks. He always fucked her after her punishment was over, but Emily would have to wait until after hours before she was granted the same release.

“Take them off.” John said.
Emily froze, she had already bent over halfway, ready for her five smacks to begin the day. Slowly, she pulled up the tiny skirt, revealing her sexy panties and the garter belt holding up her stockings.
“Did I ask you to pull them up?” Her boss asked. “Take them off.”
Emily blushed and straightened from her bent over position. She undid the zipper of her skirt and pulled them down; wondering what his plan was.
“Take off your blouse as well.” John said.
Emily undid the last of the buttons one by one, still blushing as he asked: “What are you doing?”
“It’s been two weeks, Emily.” Her boss replied. “And we’ve made no progress. If you can’t wear an appropriate outfit to work, you might as well wear nothing at all.”
Emily bit her lip as she placed her blouse on a chair. She remembered vividly sitting behind her desk in her panties. Was he going to make her do that again, this time in just her underwear? Her heart was racing with anticipation.
“Now your belt and stockings.” John continued.
Emily blushed as she sat down on the chair, slowly pulling off her stockings. How much was he going to let her keep on? Surely he didn’t really mean it when he said ‘nothing at all’?
“And your bra and panties, please.” Her boss said.
Emily gasped. “No, please.” She begged.
“Take them off, Emily.” Her boss said. “Maybe this will help you remember to put on something decent tomorrow.
Emily’s hands were shaking as she unclasped her bra. He was just punishing her. She thought, He would let her put them back on before she went to the office she shared with her colleagues.
She blushed deeply as she placed her bra with the rest of her clothes. Her boss might have fucked and spanked her, but he had never seen her fully nude before.
When she’d pulled down her panties, she stood completely naked and vulnerable before him.
“I thought of sending you to your office like this, young lady.” Her boss said. “But you would be too much of a distraction for the others.”
Emily sighed in relief. He wasn’t going to make her do it after all.
“So that’s why I moved your computer to my office. So you can work in here today.” John continued.
Emily gasped. The whole day in her boss’ office and without any clothes on. She’d have screamed of embarrassment if she hadn’t felt so excited at the same time.
“Your desk is in the corner. You can get to work now.” Her boss said.
“Yes, Sir.” Emily replied, blushing as she sat down behind her desk.
“Oh and Emily. Since you’ll be working here. I’m giving you a couple extra tasks.”

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The hotel manager

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It was late in the evening when John Michaels arrived at his favourite hotel. He was visiting the city for work and ever since discovering this particular establishment, he’d always made sure to stay there when work sent him this way. It was named The third corner, after its location on the corner of third street.
John was greeted by the desk manager when he entered; a young woman who—he thought—must’ve been promoted not that long ago, he was sure he’d seen her working as a serving girl on one of his previous visits.
The girl clicked around nervously on her computer, after John had given her his name. It seemed like something had gone wrong with his reservation. She sighed eventually. “I’m sorry Sir, it seems like we’re overbooked.”
John raised an eyebrow. “That’s unacceptable, it’s not like I can go anywhere else this time of day…” He answered, slightly worried.
“One moment, Sir.” The girl said. She picked up the phone and discussed the situation with someone he couldn’t hear.
Just a moment later, an older woman entered the lobby. John recognized her as the owner of the establishment.
“I’ll start the night shift early, Sophie.” She said. “You can take Mr. Michaels to his room.”
“Yes, ma’am.” The girl replied. “Please Sir, if you’d follow me.” She said to John.
John followed he girl as she led him past the rooms that were taken, into the back of the building. There was a small room with a large two-person bed. It was quite similar to the rooms he’d stayed in before, but not as tidy or clean.
“What is this room?” He asked the girl.
She blushed. “It’s my room, Sir. I sleep here after my shift, so that I’m here early in the morning to serve breakfast.”
“So, you live here?” John asked.
“No, I only work evenings and mornings. After breakfast I go home. But I do sleep here most days of the week.” The girl replied.
John nodded. “Well, it’s not the standard that I’m used to, but I guess it’ll have to do.”
The girl blushed again. “I’m really sorry for the inconvenience we’ve caused you Sir. To make up for this, I will personally serve you for the rest of your stay; should you wish a late meal or anything else. If you wish to punish me for my mistake, I will gladly accept that as well.”
John raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Did your boss tell you to say that?” He asked.
“Only, the first part, Sir. That I should personally make sure you had everything you wished for.”
“So you added the last part of your own accord? And how do you think I would punish you?” John asked.
“I’m not sure.” The girl said. “I didn’t really think it through, it just felt right to say so.”
“What would you say if I told you I was going to spank you?” John asked her.
The girl blushed and looked at him in surprise, obviously wondering whether he was joking. John looked dead serious.
“I guess, that would be acceptable. I was after all the one who made the mistake with the reservations.” She said.
John smiled, he hadn’t known that. “So you don’t think it would be wrong for me to spank you? You don’t feel too old, or find it too perverted?”
The girl blushed. “No, I think neither of those things.”
“Very well.” John said. He sat down on the bed in the middle of the room and gestured her to come closer. “Take off your jeans.” He commanded.


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His House, His Rules

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Hello everyone

It’s been a while since my last story.
This is because I’ve been busy these last few weeks reworking my novel: “Discipline for Charlotte”. With help from Stormy Night Publications, I improved and expanded the story and in return they published the novel under its new name: “His House, His Rules“.

I recommend checking out this new and improved version, even if you’ve read the old material, especially because there are some new and hot scenes.

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I’m very excited about this, because it’s the first time one of my works got accepted by a professional publisher. Take a look, post a review if you’ve read it and/or comment below.

Not convinced yet? Read the following excerpt:


Looking up as Charlotte returned to the room and seeing her standing hesitantly in the doorway settled his resolve as well.
With her face cleaned and her hair combed back, Eric was suddenly reminded of what an attractive young woman Charlotte was. She still wore nothing more than her underwear, a sexy set of matching bra and panties. Her bare skin looked soft, her eyes were opened large, her face full of anticipation, fear, and excitement.
It would be a pleasure having this naughty girl across his lap and spanking that bare round bottom.
“Come here,” he said, as he remained sat down on the edge of the bed. Charlotte approached him slowly, stopping right in front of him.
“I’ve been very disappointed with you today, young lady,” he said. Charlotte blushed and this encouraged him to go on.
“You really hurt my feelings when you threw that tantrum yesterday. I didn’t expect such behaviour from a grown woman such as yourself.” He paused to gauge her reaction, but Charlotte just blushed and looked down at her feet.
“At least you didn’t bother to put on a dress while you freshened up. After tearing the one you wore yesterday I think it’s fitting that you’ll get your punishment in your underwear. Next time then, you will think twice about being so careless.”
He looked at her and asked, “Well, do you have anything to say for yourself?”
Charlotte finally looked up at him, her red-flushed face unbearably cute. “No, sir,” she said. “Just that I’m sorry.”
Eric swallowed when she called him ‘sir.’ He felt the blood rush to his groin when she used the proper honorific without him telling her to. She stood in front of him with her feet crossed and her fingers entangled in front of her soft panties right in front of his eyes.
“Did you at least work on your applications today as you didn’t go to work?” he asked.
“No, sir,” Charlotte replied.
Eric shook his head. She was making it so easy for him. She really did deserve this spanking. He only hoped he could control his own arousal enough to concentrate on her needs.
“Get on the bed,” he commanded, placing his hand on the mattress beside him to indicate the right side.
“On your knees.”
Charlotte knelt beside him.
“Now, over my lap,” he said, guiding her across his knees.
He breathed deeply when her weight pressed down on his legs, her upper body resting on the bed beside him, her legs on the other side. Her back was arched, her bottom raised, round soft cheeks covered in the thin fabric of her panties, begging to be spanked. He placed his hand carefully on her behind, softly stroking her bottom. He wouldn’t hurry it this time. He would take his time, relax her into it, and then give her the spanking she deserved.
He hooked two fingers behind her panties and pulled softly.


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The girl next door

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Summer-break was only two days old and Sophie was already bored out of her mind. What was a twenty-year-old girl to do all day out in the suburbs, living with her parents? All year, she’d live in the city, among friends; but these two months of summer were lonely and dull. That one week in August when she’d go on a trip with her friends seemed still far away.
The problem was of course, that nobody near her own age lived close-by. She had no-one to hang out with except her own parents.
There was the couple across the street however. They had moved in last year while she was in college. They were the closest to her age by a far margin, somewhere in their late twenties.
Still, Sophie didn’t think they’d have much in common. Anyone who freely choose to live a boring, dull life in the suburbs couldn’t possibly have anything to offer a city-girl like her.
They were her only hope though, and alone in her room, Sophie stared out the window at the house across the street. It was dark outside and she couldn’t see much; but a light was burning in a room on her neighbours second floor.
Sophie wondered if they’d just forgotten the light, or whether they would be returning. She had turned off her own light so they wouldn’t catch her peeking on them if they did. She knew it wasn’t polite to spy on her neighbours, but she was bored and had nothing else to do.
When the door to the empty room opened and her neighbours entered, Sophie blushed. The man was wearing only his boxer-shorts and the girl was completely naked.
Sophie turned away from the window, embarrassed for what she had seen. She could not help herself though and turned to watch again, shyly moving towards the window.
The couple was kissing. The man’s back was turned to the window, so she could no longer see his naked wife. Her hands were grabbing his shoulders, her fingers digging deep into her skin.
Sophie couldn’t avert her gaze. She hadn’t seen the couple before. The man was very handsome, with broad shoulders and a well-muscled back. His boxers were tight across his hips and firm buttocks.
For a moment, she imagined those hands on his shoulders to be hers. She had not seen much of his wife, but that short glimpse of her naked body told her they looked alike. That same slim built with firm breasts and wide hips; the same pale skin and long brown hair.
When the couple moved to the bed, Sophie wondered if they didn’t realize everyone could see them; or if they were just caught up in the act. Nobody ever came outside at night in this boring neighborhood of course; but with their curtains open and lights on they were in plain sights for peeping toms like Sophie.
When the man turned around to sit down on the edge of the bed, Sophie admired his broad chest before admiring his wife. Her pale skin looked soft and vulnerable in the light, looking in from the darkness.
She knelt on the bed, but did not straddle her husband like Sophie had expected. Instead, she bent down and draped herself across her husband’s lap. With her hips resting on her husband’s knees, her bottom was raised high in her air.
Sophie blushed when her neighbor spanked his wife. She watched in fascination how he raised his hand and smacked her upturned bottom; how his wife arched her back and rocked her hips, obviously enjoying the treatment.
As a college-girl, Sophie considered herself far from innocent; but she had not expected this boring, suburban couple to be so kinky. While she was adventurous herself, Sophie’s experiments with BDSM hadn’t gone farther than blindfolds and handcuffs. She’d certainly never been spanked.
Her neighbor’s spanking turned out to be more than just a few playful swats. Her husband’s hand kept raining down on her raised bottom while Sophie watched.
Sophie nearly pushed her face up against the window, trying to see what was happening. She wished she could hear them; she could imagine it lively: the sound of the spanking, the moaning and squealing of her neighbor.
She imagined she could see a trace of red on her neighbor’s bottom, even from this distance all the way across the street. Her poor bottom must hurt, but she did not show any signs of struggle except for the occasional kicking of her legs or shaking of her head.
When the woman slid down from her husband’s lap, Sophie wondered how long she had been sitting at her window, how long she’d been staring.
Now kneeling at her husband’s feet, Sophie could really see the shade of red on her neighbor’s bottom. She could not see what she was doing; but the motions were obvious when the woman bent forward, putting her face right in front of her husband’s lap, bobbing up and down as he grabbed her by the hair.
Sophie blushed as she witnessed her neighbor giving her husband a blowjob. Was she thanking him for her spanking, or making up for whatever it was that had gotten her spanked? She wondered.
The woman stood up at a command Sophie could not hear. She got a short glimpse of her neighbor’s erection now that his boxers were down, before his spanked wife straddled his lap.
When the man grabbed his wife’s sore red bottom in both hands, Sophie felt her own hands reaching down into her trousers. She gasped when she noticed how wet she was. Her panties soaked with arousal from watching her neighbor’s spanking.
She blushed deeply, but could not help herself as she touched her hot pussy and swollen clit.
After the long and sensuous spanking, the aftermath was quick. Her neighbor rode her husband roughly until – Sophie imagined – they both came with loud and shuddering orgasms. Sophie herself, who had been watching this whole time, had not enjoyed the same physical sensations; but she came just as quickly as they did. Shuddering uncontrollably, she moaned softly as she leaned against the window, still spying on her neighbors.


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