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Is anything wrong officer? (part 3)

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The hallway outside the office was empty except for Maria. As head of the complaints department, she made sure of the privacy of her officers. Where she was standing, about two steps from the door, she could hear the sounds of spanking and a girl squealing inside. From the dozen officers that worked under her, only two knew about the activities that sometimes went on in that room, one of those girls was inside now. Sophie hadn’t done anything wrong of course. A young officer had used excessive force during an arrest and it was the complaints department’s job to make these things go away without too much fuss.
Unable to contain her curiosity, Maria stepped towards the door and looked inside through the small window at the top. Sophie was bent over the desk naked from the waist down, her bright red bottom pointing at the door. The man whose complaint she was dealing with, was whipping her with her own belt. Maria winced as she heard the girl whimpering. She was glad it wasn’t her bending over that desk. Most complaints like this her girls could handle, only for something big did the head of the complaints department bend over herself.

Maria felt she had changed a lot in the last month. She could still remember that first spanking while she was patrolling the streets. Funny how that had been a career-making move. As head of the complaints department, she had learned a lot about the task-force. Every rookie mistake, every inappropriate action was brought before her. Most of the time she managed to deal with it quietly. Tickets were shredded, files deleted, apologies written. The spankings were captain Reynolds’ idea; she’d gotten the first one herself when she was just a mere officer. It had been her own idea to include more girls wishing to earn a little extra. She had more ideas like that since working here. There was a surprisingly large demand for police-uniforms – people liked roleplaying – and an equally large supply of old uniforms she could give away. It wasn’t enough to stifle a complaint of course, but very few people did not appreciate a small gift after their complaint had been dealt with.

The spankings were the most successful of course. The hardest part was deciding when the person filing a complaint would be interested in such an arrangement. The one she was looking at now hadn’t been hard. The man who had been whipping Sophie – he had now stopped, Sophie was standing in the corner – ran an online spanking blog.
As the spanking seemed over, Maria knocked at the door and entered without waiting for a response. The man turned to look at her, Sophie didn’t move from her spot in the corner. “I hope everything has been satisfactory, Mr. Peeters?” She asked.
“Wonderfully so.” The man replied. “I wish I’d known before how you dealt with complaints in here.” He was grinning broadly.
“I assume you’ll wish to drop your complaint then.” Maria said, it wasn’t a question. “The paperwork is in my office. Do you know the way?”
The man nodded. “I’ll wait for you there.” He said, leaving her alone with Sophie.
“Are you okay?” Maria asked after he left.
Sophia hesitantly left her spot in the corner. Tears had run down her cheeks, leaving tracks of her make-up. “Yes ma-am.” She said.
Maria smiled at the girl. “Take your time to clean yourself up. After that you can take the rest of the day off. I’ll make sure that the paper-work gets filed and you receive your extra payment. I’ll see you again tomorrow.”
“Yes ma-am.” Sophie said. She was already getting dressed again.
Maria smiled. Sophie could take a good spanking, Maria didn’t know what experience she’d had with it in her past, but she’d figured out what Maria and the other girl had been doing by herself and had requested to be part of this agreement.

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A little black dress – finished!

Hello everyone, it’s finally finished!

A little black dress is a fantasy novel littered with eroticism and spanking scenes. Unlike the over-used romantic story of “woman falls in love with man with a kinky fetish” this story is a classical fantasy story with interesting characters and a real plot. Spankings are not what this story is about, they are just there to spice things up.

Below you can read the prologue of this novel.
If you are interested in reading the rest of the story, you can now find it as an e-book on amazon for kindle (links below)

Prologue

There were no crops in the fields around her, just some small green weeds that might or might not grow into something later. “But there isn’t even anything here to steal.” She stated the obvious. “I was on my way to the farmhouse.” She had seen it from the road, just past this one field. She had even approached the farmer when she had seen him come out on the field. But as she gave her explanation she raised her dress in obedience to the farmer’s wishes. Her last experience just a week ago had taught her not to delay with excuses. The mud of the field covered her bare feet and splatters of it reached all the way to her knees, but above that she was naked to the waist, nothing marring her soft pale skin. The black dress, hoisted above her hips, was all she was wearing, one of only two items she owned, the dress and the leather strap the farmer held in his hand.

“I don’t know what your plan was, why you decided to walk through my fields and not use the perfectly good path that lies but a few minutes from here and would have led you straight to our front door. Maybe you’re telling me the truth, maybe you’re just a silly girl that made a mistake. But stealing or no stealing, you’re still trespassing and mistakes have to be paid for.” He had walked around her and the small leather strap landed with a loud thwack across her bottom. She clenched her teeth as the farmer positioned himself behind her. He took his time, once more the strap flayed her bottom and she yelped in pain, he let the pain sink in, let the situation sink in as a cool breeze from the open fields stroked her stinging bottom and once more the strap landed replacing the cold with heat. Last week she had tried to hide her pain, too embarrassed and stubborn to cry. She had learned it would only encourage them to continue until they got the result they wanted, but not today, today she yelled.
The farmer handed her the strap after those three strokes and told her to cover herself. She let the dress fall and felt the rough wool chafe against her bottom, only three smacks, but it still hurt, she could almost see the broad red stripe the strap must’ve left behind. But only three, she wondered if showing her pain instead of hiding it had helped, or whether this man was less cruel than the other. She did not have much experience as a gaeth after all.

Being a gaeth was al she knew was true about herself. She had no memories older than two weeks, no recollections of her past before waking up in a stable owned by a cruel farmer. But she was wearing the black dress, cheap wool that fitted her body snugly and the leather strap, hung from a metal ring sewn on her dress at the hip. The dress symbolized what she was, did she really want to remember her past? Did she want to remember who had turned her into this person, her parents who had sold her to the people? They probably had their reasons, no-one would choose this life for their daughter, but sometimes it was the only way to get out of debt.
Selling you to the people they called it, but in reality they sold you to the Perchen. They called themselves a religious order, perhaps they were, but what they definitely were is rich. They offered to pay your debts for you, all of them, if you had a son or daughter to join their order. You didn’t really join them however, instead you became gaeth and you had to serve the people. All your possessions were taken from you and you would be dressed in black and given a small leather strap to hold.
In the religious tales told by the Perchen, gaeth were the children of the gods. They were on earth to serve the people. Their rules were paradoxal; a gaeth is free, they can go where-ever they want, but at the same time they have to serve anyone that asks or sets a task for them; they have no possession that was not given to them by the Perchen, but after finishing a desired task, the one who set it is obliged to offer them food and a place to rest; no harm is allowed to a gaeth by law, yet they are but children and like children they can be punished, the leather strap is a symbol for the only way a gaeth should be punished, they are children and a spanking is the way for them to learn from their mistakes.

She knew all this, yet she didn’t know who or where she was as she followed the farmer to his farmhouse. She wondered what had happened to her, but al she needed now was something to eat and a place to rest. The farmer would offer her that, if she did her share of work. She wondered what he would ask of her. In the previous place she had stayed, there had been two male gaeth, they had done all the heavy work on the fields and had been rewarded with good decent food. The farmer had thought her too weak for the work and had her do some dirty chores and then only gave her some bread to eat. When she had complained he had put her across his lap, the ease with which he had done so still scared her and the spanking he had given her still made her wince. She didn’t remember ever being spanked before, it probably wasn’t her first spanking, but due to her lack of memories, it certainly felt that way. There had been no privacy as the farmhouse was just one big room and everyone had seen her kick and cry, struggling almost naked over his lap as he had punished her. Just remembering the embarrassment almost made her miss a step.
Normally you started your life as a gaeth at an early age, young enough that nudity did not embarrass you and that being punished like a child was fitting as you were still a child. But missing the memories of growing up as a gaeth made her live them anew as a young woman and showed her how embarrassing they really were. All she could hope was that with time her memory returned, and these feelings became normal.

The farm looked remarkably the same as the previous. She had introduced herself as Eve, the name she had adopted for lack of remembering her own; it was a common name, that of the first daughter of the gods, the first female gaeth according to the stories. The farmer had two sons out in the fields and a wife who she was now helping. She felt clumsy with the small knife she was using to peel the potatoes. The small wooden stool felt hard against her sore bottom and she feared she was doing such a bad job with the potatoes that it might get even worse soon.
“You haven’t much experience with potatoes do you?” The wife suddenly said, Miranda her name was.
“No miss.” Eve answered her. She looked as apologetic as she could, hoping she didn’t disappoint too much. “I’m sorry.”
“Oh no, don’t worry, here give them to me, you can go ahead and wash the cabbages.” She took the knife from her hands and took over. “You probably never had to do anything like this before, I’m sorry, we’ve never had a female gaeth here you know, I just don’t know what kind of work you’re used to.”
Eve looked up with a surprised look, the wet cabbage in her hands. She didn’t know what work she was used to either, so she couldn’t talk about that, instead she asked: “Really, I thought you’d see as much girls as men wearing the black.”
“Oh no, not at all, not out here, out on the farms. The girls go to the cities, don’t they. They don’t want to work the fields. Now I’ve never been to the city myself and I don’t like gossip and rumours, but it is said most of those girls serve the people on their backs.” The farmer’s wife seemed to enjoy having someone to talk to while working and despite her distaste of gossip she repeated every story she had heard of the services gaeth girls offered in the city. “Of course you’re not like that, you’re out here among the farms, you know I recognize a good girl when I see one.” She assured Eve when she started looking embarrassed. Of course she couldn’t remember her past, couldn’t remember if she had done any of the things the woman talked about or whether she had come from the city. If she couldn’t remember doing those things, did that make them irrelevant to who she was now, or not?
“I hope Jake – that was her husband – didn’t get angry at you for crossing the field, I heard him curse that someone was out there again, that was you, wasn’t it?” The conversation had taken a sudden turn when she had run out of gossip.
“Oh no, it was fine.” Eve answered, not sure she should tell her about the short punishment she had received, she didn’t want to seem complaining, everything seemed to be going well. “That was me yes, I’m sorry I didn’t know there was a path just ahead.”
The farmer’s wife smiled. “Oh don’t worry about it, I don’t think your small bare feet would do any damage to our crops. It’s just that about a week ago a group of men on horses passed by. They forced their way into our house, not telling us what they were looking for as they turned the place upside down. They came and left on their horses, trampling everything in that field, Jake’s been upset ever since, but what could we do, there were a dozen of them and they had swords.”
The woman had gotten all worked up telling her the story and Eve wanted to calm her down. “Well if they didn’t find what they were looking for they probably won’t come back.” She looked as reassuring as she could and at the same time wondered if this family was so different that she only had gotten punished because of some unfortunate circumstance. When they were ready with the food and the farmer and his boys got back from the fields and they offered her a seat at their table to share their food she was very grateful and hoped she’d meet more families like this one and less like the previous farmer she worked for.

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My best friend’s father pt.5

Hello everyone

The story about Sophie and her best friend’s father is coming to an end. I hope you will all like the story finish I’ve come up with to end this series.
Five parts seemed long enough and I’m sure you’re all waiting for new and interesting stories as well.
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The maiden and the prince

Hey everyone.

I’m bringing you another story today, for those of you waiting for the next parts of taxi driver and my best friends father, just a little more patience and enjoy this story while you’re waiting

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Things that turn me on

Hey everyone

The votes have been counted and today I will be hsowing you things – or pictures of things – that turn me on.

But first, I want to share with you something else that turns me on: spanking stories.
The main reson I like to write the stories I share with you, is because they turn me on. However, not only my stories do, so do others. Often I’ve find other people sharing my stories or linking to them and I thought it would only be fair if I returned the favour every now and then. So today I wanted to suggest this story to you:
No good deed goes unpunished by Enzo on Every day spankings.
I’m not going to tell you what it’s about, just go read it and know it stayed in my mind the rest of the day and especially during a steamy shower before bed…

Back on track: today’s pictures. You all know by know that what turns me on is spankings and little displays of public nudity or embarrassment. But it would be too easy to just share those. Instead I made a selection of interesting pictures.

First, there is art. Does art turn me on? Well if it sets my imagination going, yes it does. This strange photograph would set any spanking-enthousiasts warped mind into imagining things the author probably hadn’t intended. But then again, what else could this collection of seemingly random placed chairs be for than a meeting of mentors and their naughty bare bottomed girls for a shared spanking experience? Could be a competition… Last one to back for mercy and get up wins.

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Messages left behind. We don’t know what happened here, anything is possible really. But some naughty girl’s panties left behind in the movie theatres sets our minds thinking the most interesting of situations. To me this is much more interesting than actually seeing what happened, that would just tell us one story, this tells us dozens… Well let’s just hope that one actual story involved a spanking for such naughty behaviour.

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Seeing spanking or other sexy things in something another person wouldn’t. You probably have to be an ass-lover – or have a dirty mind – to see the message hidden in this sign. But when you do, fun times follow. What makes this picture even better is the actual sexy bottom accompanying it.

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Long legs. Yup, just a trait of an attractive female, but not just because I like to look at women. Unlike our sexiest part,our naughty behinds, it is ok to display our legs in public. (as long as the weather cooperates) This picture proves to me how sexy legs can be, even something as utterly unsexy as chaning a baby’s diaper can look hot with legs like these. Proof that maybe legs are too sexy to be shown so publicly, but than again, I do like a bit of public showing-off…

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Ok, so I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t make a post about what turns me on without combining my two most favorite turn ons: a nice behind and a public situation. And what is better for that than the swimming pool? Scanty clothes, barely more than lingerie, often wet and for everyone to see. When I go to the pool it’s not to swim, it’s to show off and stare at the competition.

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I hope you liked this post, depsite the low amount of actual spanking. Vote in the poll for the next one and I promise: more red bottoms.


A birthday surprise

Hey everyone, a quick, but nice story I came up with not too long ago, and makes me wish my girl’s birthday wasn’t still half a year away…

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Alone at work: story

Hey everyone.
I have finished another story for you all, I hope you’ll enjoy it.

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Not what it seems: story

Helo everyone,

I have some unfortunate news, the hosting-site where I saved all my ‘naughty’ imagery, has closed down without my knowledge. This means that over 80% of the images that I still wanted to share with you is gone. I will have to build up my collection all over, so in the meanwhile you will have to do with less images on my blog than you’re used too.

But don’t worry, I still have plenty images to share and find new ones constantly. And I’m going to make up for it with more stories too.

I got the idea for today’s story while writing the three parts of ‘like her little sister’, but where a lot of you couldn’t relate to that fantasy, I’m convinced that this one will be more to your liking. Enjoy…

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The hotelroom: story

Hey everyone,

Enjoy one of my favourite stories

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Fun with friends

My friends and I often have some fun at sleepovers/parties. Coming across the following two pictures immediately made me think about such evenings. Which fun party would you enjoy the most? And don’t go cheating by saying ‘one followed by the other’.

The sexy strip poker evening with friends. Now I know all your imagination runs wild, the naughty girls getting caught by a man (or multiple men) and each of them getting their naughty bottom spanked in their current state of undress. But spanking is in the second picture just some sexy fun for this one.

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Or the sexy spanking evening. Just wondering, does everyone get a turn? Or is this an intervention amoungst friends to teach one specifically naughty girl a lesson?

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