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The inheritance – part 2

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A whole week had passed since her aunt’s funeral and just two days since her ‘date’ with Eric. But two days was not enough for Sophie to come to terms with what she had done. She had lain awake at night, wondering how she could have been so wrong about herself. If you had asked her a week ago if she’d ever have sex for money, she would have cursed you. Now she cursed herself, called herself a whore or worse. A whore however, did not make as much money as she would by fulfilling her aunt’s last three contacts. A whore just got paid for sex, Sophie did so much more. ‘Fantasy fulfilment’ her aunt had called it. Sophie wasn’t sure whether that made it better or worse. If she was being honest with herself however, what bothered her most was not being paid for sex. It was the fact that she had enjoyed it; not just the sex, but the taboo feeling she got by being paid for it. She had two more contracts to fulfil and she did not feel guilty about that, she looked forward to them. She’d meet one of the other two clients after work today. ‘You should be ashamed.’ She told herself when she found out how wet and excited she got, just by thinking of meeting this stranger. But her self-scolding only turned her on even more. ‘Just wait.’ She said to herself. ‘They won’t all be like Eric. Who knows what this guy wants to do to you. And the contract is already signed, you have no way to stop him.’ This did make Sophie hesitate. What if the other contracts did contain some dark, perverted fantasies of these strange men? She could try to convince them to annul the contract. But that hadn’t worked with Eric, it might not work with the others either. Like this, the whole day running up to the meeting, her emotions bounced back and forth between shame, excitement and fear.

The second customer Sophie would service as her aunt’s replacement had invited her to his home. Sophie was quite nervous going to a stranger’s house, but since he already had a contract with her, there would be no reason for him to harm her in any way. The house she arrived at was quite ordinary, in the middle of a residential area. It made her feel more at ease, believing any man who lived here would be a normal, every-day person. When he opened the door for her, she was strengthened in that belief. The middle-aged man had short grey hair, wore faded jeans and a simple blue sweater. Sophie imagined he was a bit older than Eric had been. This did not make her feel uncomfortable, in fact, she thought it would be weird if one of her customers would be closer to her own age. The man shook her hand and invited her in. “Would you like a drink?” He asked her after guiding her to the living room. It was quite messy and Sophie had to clear away a collection of old magazines before she could sit down in the sofa.
“Yes, please.” She said. “Some water would be fine.” The man left her alone to get the drinks, which gave Sophie the time to look around the room. The furniture looked old-fashioned, like something the man had inherited from his parents or grandparents. There was an old scratching post in the corner of the room, but no cat around. A laptop stood half-opened on the coffee table; Sophie fought the urge to look at what the man had been doing before her arrival.
“So, what I this about?” The man asked when he returned with two glasses of water. He looked slightly nervous, just like Eric had been. These men were used to secrecy when dealing with her aunt. He did not understand Sophie’s role in all of this.
“I’m afraid I have some bad news.” Sophie said. She had again chosen to give the news in person. “My name is Sophie and a little over a week ago, my aunt passed away.” She paused for a moment. “You know my aunt of course, because you had a contract with her.”
The man hesitated. “I’m sorry for your loss.” He said. “I’ve known your aunt for quite a while. I might’ve been just one of her customers, but I believe we were close regardless.”
Sophie nodded. “Of course.” She said. “I’m sorry to be the bearer of such bad news.”
The man smiled sadly. “It’s okay.” He said. “My name is George by the way.” He hesitated again. “Do you know, what kind of work your aunt did?”
“Yes.” Sophie said. The man blushed. “That’s the other reason I’m here. You still have an open contract with my aunt and we need to discuss how we’re going to handle that. You see, after my aunt passed away, I took over the company.”
The man stared at her open-mouthed. “You took over?” He asked. “How does that work?”
Sophie blushed slightly. “Well, you contract wasn’t really with my aunt. It was with her company. Now that I have inherited the company, it is my duty to fulfil any contracts that are still open.”

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The domme’s apprentice

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It all started with a simple email in which Erika asked the following:

Mistress Anna

Before I ask for your help, I wanted to say I’m a big fan of your work and your video’s. Your professional attitude in what you do is what convinced me in contacting you.

My name is Erika. I’m twenty-four years old and I’ve been in a strong relation with another girl my age for over three years now. Her name is Sophie. Early on in our relationship we’ve discovered each other’s interest in BDSM. We have experimented together, spending plenty of time across each other’s knees, just like the women in your videos. As things progressed, we started to fall into more specific roles, where I would more often be the one dominating, while my girlfriend would submit.

My girlfriend is the one who showed me your video’s for the first time. Video’s in which such spankings aren’t just part of a sexual experience, but a lifestyle encompassing discipline. We have discussed making the step from fun to discipline a lot, but we feel insecure as how this would influence our relationship and how to make that first step. This is why I hoped you could help us. Perhaps you could share some of your knowledge and give us some tips on how to move forward with such a relationship.

Kind regards
Erika

She had sent this email just a week ago. Mistress Anna had answered not two days later. Her answer had been short, but had included an invitation to come meet her in person and talk face to face about their desires. This is why Erika and her girlfriend Sophie – whom Anna had explicitly said should attend as well – drove up the lane to the front door of the large mansion where mistress Anna lived.
Nervously the two girls walked up the short flight of stairs to the large double doors. Mistress Anna opened these shortly after they rang the bell. She looked just like in her video’s: her hair was put up with not a strand out of place, her make-up was subtle and accentuated her face, her dress hugged her body and was almost short enough to reveal the lace at the top of her stockings. In short, she was beautiful. Her broad smile made the girls immediately feel welcome when she invited them in and led them to the sitting room. When Erika recognized the room from several of the video’s she’d watched, she realized many of Mistress Anna’s films were recorded in her own home. The realization woke the butterflies in her stomach. A quick look at Sophie told her she recognized the space as well, she was blushing deeply, they had probably both fantasized visiting this room and its owner, but for other reasons then just talking.
They sat down on the sofa on which many naughty girls had cried their eyes out as mistress Anna offered them something to drink. Fidgeting and unable to look at each other they waited for her to return.

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Parent’s night – choose a story

Hey everyone

A little while ago I posted a poll with different pictures from which you could chose a story. I have now finished the story inspired by this winning picture, hope you will all enjoy:

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As a young mother, Samantha raised her daughter, Anna, all by herself. The father, had disappeared shortly after their fling, leaving her a teenage mother. Taking care of the child on her own had not been easy and when puberty hit, Anna had been nearly unmanageble. By the time her daughter turned sixteen, Samantha had feared she would turn out just like her: a school drop-out with a belly big from some acne-ridden boy she met at a party. That’s when she intervened and sent her daughter to a different school. Anna had been attending the private institute for three months now and her beaviour had already improved remarkably.
The OTK Institute for Girls was a girls-only boarding school that was specialized in trouble-makers like Anna. One of their controversial policies was the use of corporal punishment. Anna had already more than once arrived home on friday with faded marks on her bottom. The girls stayed at school during the week, under constant supervision, only going home during the weekends and holidays. The school kept an open communication with the girls’ mothers, keeping them involved and informed. Every other month, some of the mothers were invited to the school to discuss their daughter’s progress. Which was why Samantha now made her way through the school’s hallways, looking for the classroom with Anna’s superviser.

When she finally arrived at the typical classroom, opening the door without knocking, she feared she’d gotten the wrong room. A blush krept up her face as she saw a woman, a bit older than herself, standing in the corner of her room with her bottom bared and red from a spanking. Before she could apologize and leave however, the other woman in the room sitting behind the desk spoke: “You must be Samantha, Anna’s mother? Please come in.”
Confused and unsure of what was going on Samantha approached the desk and sat down on one of the hard wooden chairs. She tried her best to ignore the woman in the corner.
“I’m Erika, Anna’s school superviser. This your first evaluation, isn’t it Samantha?”
Samantha confirmed her that it was. The young woman – she must’ve been 5-7 years younger than herself – started listing the good and bad behaviour her daughter had displayed at her school. She asked if Samantha had received all the notes with concerns from teachers. Samantha confirmed that she had.
“Anna’s behavious has improved since she is with us.” Erika concluded. “But not nearly as much as we expected. We’ve already talked to her about this, and it’s made us think you might be the problem.”
Samantha blushed. “Me?” She asked. “What do I have to do with it?”
“You are her mother, aren’t you?” Erika asked. “What have you done to improve her behaviour? How have you improved her upbringing?”
Samantha didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t done anything really, except for sending her to a new school. “What do you mean?” She asked.
“You haven’t punished her when she got in trouble? Or rewarded her for good behaviour, have you? You’ve put all that responsibility in our hands without doing anything yourself.”
Confused Samantha replied: “Isn’t that the whole point? In this school she will be taught discipline and how to behave herself.”
Erika shook her head. “This is a joined enterprise. We work together with the girls’ parents, especially their mother, to better their lives. You will need to do better in the future, or you will find yourself in this room much more often than you will like.”
“What happens in this room then?” Samanthe asked.
Erika looked over her shoulder at the woman in the corner. Samantha had almost forgotten about her. “Haven’t you guessed?” She asked. “You’re getting the sme treatment your daughter does when she misbehaves.”
Samantha blushed deeply. “You’re joking! You can’t do that.”
Now it was time for Erika to look confused. “Of course we can. You agreed to it when you signed her up for this school.”
Samantha shook her head. “I agreed to no such thing.”
Erika turned and pulled a pack of paper from a drawer beneath the desk. “It’s right here in the school rules.” She said. “You should’ve gotten a copy when you signed it. You did sign the rulebook, didn’t you?”
Samantha blushed. She remembered signing the thing. She hadn’t read it of course, who ever read a school’s rulebook? “Yes, but…”
“There’s two chapters about discipline, one for the girl assigned to the school and one for her mother. You can’t have missed it, so I don’t see the problem…” The superviser stood up from her chair and Samantha shrank back in her chair.

A second chair stood beside the desk. The superviser sat down and carefully arranged her skirts. “If you have no further objections.” She said. “You can come lie across my lap. I see you’re not wearing pants so you don’t need to pull those down. I’ll deal with your panties myself.”
Samantha blushed scarlet. She had no idea what to do. Running away was too embarrassing, but getting spanked would be even worse. She couldn’t run away of course. If they refused to accept Anna, she’d become her old unmanageble self. She needed them. She just didn’t understand why she had to be spanked.
‘Because you’re a bad mother.’ A tiny voice said in her head. Samantha blushed deeply. But part of her felt the voice was right. Suddenly she felt guilty. It wasn’t the first time she felt like this. Every time she’d seen the faded marks on her daughter’s bottom or the note in her agenda saying ‘discipline administered’, she’d felt that guilt, the feeling that she was failing her daughter.
Slowly she got up and moved to Erika’s side. She promised herself then that she would try harder, that she would be a better mother. The spanking she was about to receive would just serve as an extra encouragement to do better. She bent over Erika’s lap.
The young woman grabbed her by the hips and pulled Samantha forward until her hands rested on the floor, her bottom atop Erika’s lap high in the air. Samantha blushed thinking of how her own daughter must’ve found herself in the same position across the same woman’s knee. Erika grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled up the skirt until her panties showed. Samantha whimpered at the humiliating position she found herself in. “These are cute.” The young woman said. “Where did you buy them?”
Samantha blushed scarlet. Why was she talking about her underwear? “Victoria’s secret.” She replied.
“I like them.” Erika said. “Anna has some like thse too, doesn’t she?” She asked as she slipped her fingers behind the elastic and slowly pulled them down to bare her bottom. “Though they might be a bit inappropriate for such a young girl.”
“She doesn’t have anything like these.” Samantha replied, momentarily distracted from the fact her bottom was being bared. “Unless she…”
Erika pulled her panties the rest of the way to her knees with a short jerk. “Unless she stole yours.” She finished her sentence.
Samantha blushed, suddenly aware of how exposed she was.
“Well then, let me show you a way to deal with her the next time she steals one of your underwear.” Erika said. And without further warning, she swung her hand and smacked Samantha’s bottom.
Samantha squealed in surprize, but Erika didn’t give her much time to breath. One smack followed the other and the sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room, accompanied by Samantha’s squeals and whimpering.

As her bottom slowly turnd red, Samantha fought to keep her self-composure. Though that proved impossible in the position she was in. Her hair hung in front of her eyes, her bottom stung, it hurt and was only getting worse, she couldn’t stop herself squealing or kicking her legs and tears were making a mess of her mascara.
The young woman who held her down with a single hand pressed against her lower back was obviously experienced in giving a good spanking. She never knew where the next smack woul land, how hard, how fast. She’d spank herslowly, hard, each smack sending a shockwave through her body and leaving behind a large stinging area on her bottom. Then she’d suddenly speed up, spreading a quick flurry of stinging smacks all across her bottom that made her squeal and try to wriggle away to safety. But there was no safety to be had, not from that hand punishing her bottom. Dark lines of mascara ran down her cheeks as Samantha cried for her helplessbess, her guilt, the pain and the extreme embarrassment.
Her bottom was bright red when Erika finally let her rest. The young woman’s hand rested on her thighs, uncomfortably reminding her of her embarrassing nudity, but thankfully away from her hot stinging cheeks. “You can get up now.” She said.
Samantha stood, she winced when her skirt fell down, brushing heavily against her sore bottom. She carefully touched them.
“Don’t start rubbing yet.” Erika said. “Stand over there and bend over my desk please.”
Samantha’s eyes popped open in surprise. “What? No, please no, not any more.” She pleaded.
Erika walked to the desk and picked up a long wooden ruler. “Now Samantha!” She said. “A simple hand-spanking might be enough for a little girl like Anna. But for a grown woman like yourself we need to be more dilligent.”
At each step that Samanthe took she wanted to turn and run, until she finally reached the desk.
“Bend over.” Erika said.
Whimpering Samantha bent over. The wooden desk was low, her bottom was up high in the air. She flinched when Erika dropped something heavy on the desk. It was Anna’s agenda. “Twenty-four notes.” Erika said. “That’s quite the amount. Normally we would double that number for the amount of srokes you’d receive from the ruler. But you’re lucky this is your first time. If it was twenty-four notes in one month, you’d get 48 strokes, but these are the notes of her first three months in our school, so you’re only getting 36.”
Samantha winced, thirty three smacks of that wicked ruler scared her too much to think. The cold wooden ruler was placed across her bottom. She sqealed as it disappeared and then reappeared with a loud thwack, leaving a red stinging stripe across her bottom. “Count them, please.” Erika said.
“One.” Samantha whimpered.
Each stroke landed hard and sharp across her bottom, Samantha called them out loudly, afraid to miss one. The desk carried most of her wait, but her legs shivered keeping her sore bottom up in the air exposed to her punishment. New tears rew lines alongside the old ones on her cheeks as they passed the half-way point. She was sobbing and squealing as she counted past twenty. Every number came out as a whisper when they reached thirty. After thirty six, she didn’t move, afraid that if she did, Erika would declare they would start the next part of her punishment. As long as she stayed where she was, she could believe it was over.
“Get up please.” Erika said. “I hope you’ve learned a valuable lesson today.”
Samantha stood and blushed. “I have, miss.” She said.
“Good, then go and stand in the corner, please.” She turned to the other woman standing in the corner. “You can leave now Mia.”
Samantha looked up at the woman who hard, if not seen, heard everything. She blushed scarlet. How could she have forgotten the woman was there? Mia, the woman in the corner, pulled up her panties and hurried out of the room. Samantha took her place in the corner. “Hands on your head.” Erika said, she stood right behind her. Samantha did as she was told as Erika rolled up her dress, hooking it behind the ribbon on her lower back, making sure her red, sore bottom was exposed as she stood in the corner. “You dropped these on your way to the desk.” She said, dropping her panties at her feet. Samantha stared at the wall and blushed.
There was a knock at the door. “Come in.” Erika said. “You must be Clara’s mum. Come sit.” Samantha blushed as she felt a second pair of eyes on her bottom. But she listened closely as Clara’s mother received the same treatment she was just starting to recover from herself.


A mean prank – part 1

Hey everyone

It’s been a while, but I finally have another story for you 🙂

Hope you like it. 

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“Emma Timor is requested at the counsellor’s office. Emma Timor, to the counsellor’s office…”

Sarah smiled broadly as she heard the voice-com right after she had left the office. “I don’t want to get her in trouble, Sir.” She had said when visiting the counsellor herself. “I wouldn’t tell on a friend if I wasn’t really worried about her. It’s just …” She had put on her most sincerely concerned face. “My grandmother died of lung cancer not long ago and now seeing Emma smoking, I can’t help but worry.”
Sarah’s grandmother was still alive however and Emma had probably never in her life even touched a cigarette. She was a perfectly well-behaved student. This was probably the first time she was ever called to the counsellor’s office. The pack of cigarettes he would find in her purse had been planted there by Sarah, her so-called friend.
Sarah made her way to the tiny garden outside the counsellor’s office as she knew Emma must be making her way to that very office right now. She could sneak in and observe what happened through the office window. The scolding Emma would get would be ample payback for what she had done to her.

Emma and Sarah weren’t actually friends. In fact Emma was two years older and only knew Sarah as the annoying little girl that dated her younger brother. To Sarah, Emma was the older sister that was one of the most popular girls in school that always ignored her and refused to be her friend.
As an undergrad student, it had been hard for Sarah in this new environment and Emma had ignored her so completely she might have not existed. She felt full of righteous satisfaction as she was just in time to see Emma enter the counsellor’s office.

Shyly Emma entered the office. She had been here only once before – when her mother was very sick and she had been too emotional to participate in class – and the counsellor had really helped her then. Somehow that association made her fear he had bad news for her.
To the left stood the counsellor’s high wooden desk, but like last time he was seated in the comfortable leather sofa in the other corner. “Emma, please sit.” He indicated and her fear increased.
“Is something wrong, Sir?” She asked him.
“I just wanted to have a word with you Emma, is that ok?”
Emma sat down in the sofa and nodded, confused but relieved.
“You know that smoking is bad for your health, don’t you Emma?”
Emma’s confusion only increased. “Yes, Sir.”
“And that smoking on school property is forbidden for just this reason.”
“Of course, Sir.”
The counsellor looked at her expectantly, but all Emma could do was stare back in confusion.
“Emma. Have you been smoking on school property?”
Emma nearly gasped in surprise. “Of course not, Sir. I would never.” She coloured slightly red in anger at the accusation.
The counsellor mistook her blush for embarrassment however and continued. “You haven’t? Are you carrying any cigarettes with you right now?”
“No, Sir. I don’t smoke.” Emma said vehemently, crossing her arms.
“So you won’t mind me having a look in your bag then?” The counsellor asked.
Upset with the situation Emma grabbed her bag and handed it to him roughly. “Go ahead.”

Sarah looked in on the conversation. The glass window was only a single pane and she could hear every word being said. She had hoped for more than a friendly conversation, but she was sure that would change when he found the cigarettes she had hidden.
The councillor got up and placed the bag on his desk. Sarah smiled as she saw Emma stay behind in the sofa, sulky and with her arms crossed.
“What is this?” The councillor asked, showing the pack he found almost immediately.
Emma turned and coloured red as she saw what he was holding. “Those aren’t mine!” She said as she jumped up, she reached the desk in only three strides. Sarah almost laughed in glee at how distressed she looked.
“Did you think I wouldn’t find these?” The councillor asked. “Or that I wouldn’t look even when I asked?”
“No! They’re not mine!” Emma repeated.
The counsellor laid the pack on his desk and crossed his arms. Sarah readied herself; here came the scolding she had been hoping for… “Emma. People have seen you smoking and I found this pack in your bag myself. Denying it’s yours won’t do any good. Normally I’d give you a simple warning, but your behaviour makes it clear to me that will just not do.”
Emma coloured red and sputtered before replying. “But they aren’t… My behaviour, what do you mean?”
“Your refusal to acknowledge these as yours, Emma. You’re a grown woman; no-one here can stop you from smoking if you want, as long as it’s not on school property. Why are you denying they’re yours? It’s as if you’re denying you have a problem at all. I’ve been a student counsellor for many years Emma, I know a cry for help when I see one.”
Sarah had to dive behind one of the bushes to stifle her laughter. ‘A cry for help’. This was just too funny.

Emma stared open mouthed at the counsellor, unable to reply to his theory.
“Do you still live with your parents, Emma?” The counsellor asked her. “Maybe I can call them and we can discuss this together.”
“No, I mean yes, I mean I still live with them, but please don’t call them.” This time her blush was one of embarrassment. The counsellor might consider her a grown-up capable of her own choices. Her father would definitely not agree when it came to smoking.
“Why not, Emma? This is a problem and it should be dealt with.”
“But it’s not, they aren’t…” Emma blushed. “I mean, can’t we deal with it, just you and me?”
The counsellor’s look seemed to penetrate her. “How do you suggest we do that, Emma?” He asked.
Emma looked at the pack on the desk. “You should take away the cigarettes, Sir.” She said.
He smiled slightly. “I was going to do that anyway, Emma. But how is that going to help? You can just buy a new pack.”
Emma hesitated. “What would you…” She blushed. “What would you do if your daughter was caught smoking?”
“I would like her school counsellor to tell me, so we could deal with it privately.” The counsellor said.
Emma giggled nervously. “But what would you do?”
“That’s quite a private question Emma. How things are done at my home are none of your concern.”
Emma blushed deeply and a long silence stretched. “But if you’re suggesting I would treat you like I would treat my own daughter if she was caught smoking… You should know she’s a lot younger than you are and she’d get a good spanking on her bare little bottom.”
The silence stretched longer, until the counsellor picked up the pack of cigarettes and dropped it into a can. “Would you like me to call your parents now?”
Emma shuffled nervously. To face her father, or accept a spanking from the counsellor. Neither of them would believe the cigarettes weren’t hers. “No, Sir.” She whispered. “I’d like to deal with it just you and me.”

Sarah gasped as she peeked in through the window. The conversation had taken a turn she had never expected. She wondered if they were playing a trick on her; if they knew she had placed those cigarettes. But they didn’t suddenly open the window to catch her and when Emma bent over the counsellor’s wooden desk, her own heart rate increased.
The counsellor raised Emma’s skirt and revealed the sexy black, laced panties she wore. Even when being spanked Emma could look attractive, hot even. It was an intoxicating view, one of those times a girl would wonder whether she was not bi-sexual after all. It made Sarah wonder what Emma feared her parents would do, if she preferred this over them thinking she smoked.
The councillor used the flat of his hand to smack Emma’s bottom and the intimacy of it made Sarah’s lower belly clench. The sight was arousing her and when the councillor grabbed Emma’s panties to pull them down, she felt her own panties grow wet in excitement.
Emma herself however was squealing and moaning, the sounds of her discomfort clearly audible in the garden between every loud smack. She argued shortly against her panties being lowered, but the counsellor ignored her complaints. He pulled them down and told her his own daughter would get her bottom smacked bare as well.
Sarah sat with her nose nearly against the glass of the window, oblivious of being caught as she looked at the scene. Justice was being served she felt. A scolding she had hoped for, but what she was seeing now was even better. Absent-mindedly her own hand had pushed up her skirt and was touching herself. Not playing, she wouldn’t go that far. But somehow she couldn’t help but be excited at how good it felt to see Emma punished. Emma’s bottom was turning bright red and she on the other hand was clearly not enjoying her punishment. She sobbed and was on the edge of crying.

But before she did the counsellor stepped back and walked around the desk. Sarah jumped back lest he see her. He didn’t and instead picked the pack of cigarettes out of the can and dropped it in front of Emma’s red sweaty face. “Next time you feel the urge to smoke, think of this.” He said. “And if that doesn’t work, if you smoke again anyway, come back to my office and we’ll try again.”
Emma blushed and tried to nod as she lay, still bent over his desk. He sounded so sure, sure that she would give up herself for another spanking if she smoked again. No, not again, she reminded herself, she hadn’t done it before, she had almost forgotten. She could almost believe however, that if she did, she would indeed ask for his ‘help’ again. “Yes, Sir.” She said.
“Good. You can get up now and cover yourself.”
Emma blushed. She was afraid to move; afraid of how her sore bottom would feel. But she had almost forgotten how exposed she was to him. Being reminded now, she quickly pushed herself up. Her skirt dropped down and the soft fabric covered her sensitive bottom. She pulled it up and gasped in surprise seeing how red it was. Wincing she pulled up the soft black panties. They were uncomfortably snug.
“When you’ve composed yourself, you can leave. But remember our deal, Emma.”
“Yes, Sir.” Emma breathed deeply through her nose, composed her face and picked up her bag before heading towards the exit. When the spanking had started, she had sworn revenge on whoever had played this prank on her. Now all she wanted to do was get away as quickly as possible.
She didn’t see Sarah who had left the garden moments earlier and was already gone when she reached the bicycle stalls. It hadn’t occurred to her till now that she’d have to sit on the hard saddle all the way home with a sore red bottom. It almost made her cry after all. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It could be worse. She told herself. He could’ve told my father and he would’ve used his belt…

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Keep an eye out for the next part to see if Emma gets her payback on Sarah, or if she has more evil pranks ready.


My first spanking

Good morning everyone

When I first started writing these stories I didn’t know where to start. I decided not to use the chronological route, but the route that explains me step by step. This is why I started out with my first spanking, the point where my interest in sex took the path of BDSM and led me to become a kinkier person.

I wrote this story in third person as it helps me look at it from a different perspective and lets me learn from my own past as I’m telling you about it.


There are some things you need to know about Emma before I can tell you the story of her first spanking. Anyone who knew Emma, really knew her, would know that it was only a matter of time before she ended up across someone’s knee, or in this case bent over a desk. When she was younger, Emma was the girl you tied up when you played cops and robbers, she was the girl that got spanked by daddy or mommy when you played house, she was the girl who sometimes seemed more interested in your older brother than in yourself. No-one knew Emma like that however.
Emma knew of course, but while she had lost her virginity some years prior this event, she had not dared venture outside the comfortable world of vanilla sex. In fact, she had no idea how she could. She had not planned to be spanked this day, had not hoped for it, but it was the best thing that could have happened.

In the late spring of 2007, Emma had dressed to the occassion. It would not be the first time she used her body to her advantage, she had used sex before to get what she wanted. More than one handjob or blowjob in her past had helped her ahead in ways otherwise impossible. Very rarely had her panties been lowered for the same reason, but today might be one of those days. She was looking forward to it.
These last weeks before school finals, Emma had procrastinated on her assignments and she was in trouble of failing math without them. She had never seduced a teacher before. Well, she had worn her shortest skirts on test days and flirted with them freely, but nothing like today. She should’ve laughed at the improbability of it all, seducing your math teacher for better grades was probably the biggest cliche possible when it came to these kind of things. Instead she had picked out her sexiest set of underwear of black lace. The spring weather was perfect for the occassion, allowing her cute pumps, bare legs and a very short skirt, her white blouse so thin it was acceptable only on hot days such as this.

She had chosen today because her last class was with the teacher she had set her eyes on. He was young still, not yet thirty, handsome and most importantly single. Many days she had flirted with him and she was sure he would be susceptible to her offer. The wait until the end of the class seemed excrutiatingly long and then came so sudden she was surprised to be alone with him in the classroom, the other students already gone.
“Was there anything I could help you with, Emma?” He asked when he noticed she hadn’t yet left.
Emma took one deep breath and approched his desk at the front of the classroom. “Yes sir.” She said. “I hoped we could talk about my assignment.”
He placed the books he was carrying back on his desk and put his hands on his hips. “You mean the assignment you should have handed in today?”
Emma blushed, but didn’t back down. She took a flirting stance, her legs crossed, hands shyly in front of her, letting her arms press her breasts together and bending forward slightly to make sure he had a good view into her cleavage. “Yes, sir.” She simpered. “I hoped there might be something I could do to make up for being late with my assignment. Some extra work perhaps.”
For a moment he seemed distracted, looking her up and down, his eyes ended far below her own, exactly where she had aimed them. “You could’ve just done the work you were given, instead of asking for more. But please tell me, what did you have in mind?”
“Anything, sir.” Emma breathed. “I’m sure you could come up with something appropriate…” She pauzed for a moment. “I’ll do anything you want.”
The silence stretched for a long moment. “What you’re suggesting, it’s hardly appropriate.” He replied. Emma didn’t respond, he had guessed correctly and she wasn’t going to deny it. “Extra work is hardly the right solution for not doing enough work in the first place. The consequences should be more fitting.”
Ema exhaled slowly, she didn’t care what he called it, as long as she got what she wanted. “Anything you want, sir.” She repeated.
“You shouldn’t be so sure.” He said. “Because I think a girl who doesn’t do her work should be punished.”
Emma hesitated for a moment, unsure of what he was implying. “How would you punish me, sir?” She asked.
He didn’t answer right away, hesitating to tell her what was on his mind, but she had been straightforward with him and in the end he told her. “I think a good spanking would be in order.”

Silence stretched longer than before. Emma was shocked, unable to respond. She hadn’t been spanked in years, not since she was a child. Her body reacted more quickly, she had always fantasized about spanking. Her bottom tingled all over, already anticipating what her teacher had threatened her with. Her pussy glowed hot in her black panties, juices building. He reacted to her apparent hesitation forst. “Perhaps you better leave now.” He said. It sounded threathening: if you don’t…
“But sir.” She barely managed a whisper. “You’re right, I deserve to be punished.”
A look of surprise crossed his face. “No, that wouldn’t be right, it wouldn’t be appropriate of me to do that.” Perhaps he had just intended to scare her off.
He couldn’t send her away, not now, not when she was so close to fullfilling a life long fantasy. “Please, sir.” She begged. “I’ve been such a naughty girl. I need to be spanked.” She stepped closer as she said it, fiddling with her hands to accentuate the shortness of her skirt.
She looked up in his eyes and saw the decision being made. “Very well then.” He said and grabbed her by the elbow. Fear suddenly wormed it’s way through her insides, quickly drowned out by excitement. He guided her to his desk, he was going to do it right here, in front of the empty classroom. Her skirt barely covered her hips as she was bent over the teacher’s desk. With one smooth motion her lifted them out of his way, stroking her bottom with his broad hands on their way up. With her panties on display she suddenly felt embarrassed. Not because they were wet or because he could see, she had hoped for that and more when she stayed after class. No, she was embarrassed because she was bent over for a spanking, a naughty girl about to be disciplined. Was he going to spank her for not doing her work or for trying to seduce him?
She felt two of his fingers hook inside her panties and her breath caught. “These are cute.” He said and slowly pulled them down, revealing her soft cream cheeks. He had bared her bottom and she hadn’t dared to stop him. His arm hand rested on her behind and then, suddenly, it was gone.

With a loud smack it returned and Emma squealed in surprise. It stayed and squeezed her bottom as he leaned closer, whispering in her ear. “Shh. What if not everyone has left? We don’t want anyone hearing, do we?”
Emma bit her lip. “No, sir.” She said and only grunted as his hand smacked her bottom again. Each smack came hard and fast, her bottom tingling, stinging, hot. She whimpered, moaned, grunted and tried not to squeal. Her bottom was on fire, it hurt, but it felt oh so good. She didn’t look back, didn’t see that her bottom slowly turned bright red. When he stopped the sting remained, but the room seemed suddenly quiet. She hadn’t realised she had been squealing at every smack, loudly enough for anyone to hear, except she knew no-one had or they would’ve intervened.
He leaned over again, his hand fondling her bottom as he did. “I hope you learned a lesson young lady, because next time I will use that ruler on your bottom.”
Emma opened her eyes, why had she closed them? When the fondling began? The wide wooden ruler, twelve inches in length was right in front of her face. Had that been there this whole time? “I have sir.” She managed, surprised at the hoarseness in her voice.
His hand slid lower, between her legs, feeling her up and she moaned deeply. “Are you sure?” He asked. “You’re so wet, maybe you have been enjoying this a bit too much.” His fingers slid between her lips and all she could do was moan. “Well, have you enjoyed it, Emma?” He asked.
“Yes, sir.” She answered shuddering.
His hand slipped away, his touch gone. Her hips raised by themselves, begging for more. “No…” she whimpered.
“No? No what, Emma?”
Emma blushed deeply. No, don’t stop. She thought.
A hand in front of her face picked up the ruler. “Parhaps you need a small preview, to be sure you understand what you could be getting yourself into.” The cold hard ruler replaced his hand on her bottom.
Emma looked over her shoulder. “If you think that’s necessary, sir.” She said. Only moment ago her bottom had been protesting against the constant smacks, but already she was longing for more.
Her squeal followed the loud thwack as the ruler hit her bottom. “Ten smacks.” Her teacher said and he landed the second before the burning hot sensation of the first dissapated. Only eight more landed, but each one made her squeal. Her eyes were closed and she was completely unaware of her surroundings as the sensations washed over her.

Two hands touched her bottom, stroking it, squeezing it, playing. “Are you ok?” He asked, rubbing away the sting while he fondled her.
“Yes, sir.” She said and after a deep breath. “Thank you.”
His hands played more roughly now, squeezing, pulling her cheeks and lips apart. “I want to fuck you.” He said.
Emma blushed and breathed deeply. Why did she feel embarrassed now? She had wanted him to fuck her from the start. Her body longed to feel him inside her. She moaned softly and raised her bottom, but his hands did not dissapear between her legs yet. “Please fuck me, sir.” She said. “As a reward for the valuable lessons you’ve thought me today.”
He let go of her. She didn’t look back but just listened: the zipper of his pants, his boxers sliding down, the ripping of a condom pack. And then suddenly, he was against her, inside her. She was wet and he slid deeply, his hips crashing against her sore red bottom as he penetrated her. He was rough and fast, he made her come even faster than himself and she lay trembling on his desk, recuperating from her orgasm as he groaned loudly, reaching his own.

By the time she turned around he was already covered again. She felt slightly dissapointed she hadn’t seen him, but quickly pulled up her own panties. They were wet and would probably soak from more than her own juices before she got home. Her skirt felt rough against her bottom and some redness on her thighs was still visible. “You best be going now.” Her teacher said. “I’ll see if I can do something about your assignment.”
Emma blushed, like always slightly embarrassed about letting herself be used like this. Only today the excitement of having experienced one of her fantasies far overshadowed this feeling. “Thank you, sir.” She said before quietly leaving the classroom.


I hope you found this story enjoyable and informative. If you have any questions about it, feel free to cask in the comments.
In the next story I will explain why Emma feels the need to use her body to get what she wants.


The HWL facility

Hey everyone

To celebrate my return to the blog I already came up with a new story.
I have been wanting to write this one for a long time, but always felt deterred because it was too long and complicated.

The main character in this story will be enrolled for training at a facility that will set the stage for many interesting stories. The background for the story: who is the girl, what does the facility do, … was very elaborate so I decided to split the story in several installments.

Before we get into any action, in this first installment, our main character (and through her us) gets to know the facility and what it does.

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A misunderstanding: story

Not all spankings or stories need to be long drawn out things. This quick short story with a quick short panking will hopefully quickly set you afire as well. Hope you enjoy.
I have also added the first part of chapter 4 of a little black dress, follow the link in the header.

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My new mentor: personal story

Hello everyone, I’m going to start the new year by making good on at least one promise. I’m going to share the story of my first spanking of 2013. It is the story of what will hopefully bring a chance to my blog and improve my erratic blogging behaviour.
I promised to write this story to Mike, my new blogging mentor and old friend, it is also this months assignment, so I’m getting of on a good start this month. At the same time it is meant as an apology to all of you, for all the missed deadlines and broken promises of 2012. I hope I can be a better bloggess for you all in the coming year.

Never before have I shared a story about myself on this blog as open as this one, not with this many details and admitting this many feelings. I’m very nervous about your responses, but please comment if you want to, I’d rather have your remarks and critiques than your silence.
Some of it might come as a surprise to you, the amount I care about this blog, the severity of the spanking. But I hope that in the end that all helps in you getting to know me a little better.

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A series of unfortunate events: story

Hey everyone, it’s been a busy week and I have been writing stories. I even missed last sunday’s drawing lesson, but I am running out of drawings. I have a lot more photo’s than drawings, so Im going to skip a drawing lesson every now and then so that they can even out a bit more.

As some of you might have expected, I didn’t reach my goal last week, with only 2.986 out of 12.500 words. As agreed my friend spanked me for it. Missing so many words (it’s not a small deficit) she even decided to use a slipper on my bare bottom. Unlucky for me she did reach her goal, so I wasn’t able to return the favor.
But the next deadline is tomorrow, so lets hope I can reach my goal this week. (don’t worry, I have some stories done, I don’t haveto write them all in a day…

NaNoWriMo deficit: 2743/9514
NaNoWriMo weekly: 0/12.500
NaNoWriMo month: 5.729/50.000

This story is actually based/inspired on a great drawing that I will share at the end of the story.

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