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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:


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.

The living room’s sofa

Hello again everyone,

In last weeks poll an overwhelming majority voted for ‘spanking’… perhaps I should’ve been more clear that all the options would consist of spanking-related pictures (this is a blog about spanking after all), or perhaps I haven’t posted enough pictures with actual spankings in them lately.
On a side note, I know I promised 10 pictures, and you’re getting 10 today. But I’m afraid I will run out too fast at this rate, so from now on I’m sticking to only 5.

Anyway, I went through my list of ‘spanking’-pictures and came up with the subject of ‘living-room’-spankings, more precisely even, spankings on the couch/sofa. A lot of domestic type spankings (thus not secretary, schoolgirl etc..) are shown as taking place in the (relative) privacy of the bedroom. However the idea of a spanking in the main living area of your home can be quite interesting as well.
This kind of spanking is less of a hidden/secret way of punishment, it’s just a normal way of dealing with naughty behaviour, we don’t have to hide out in the bedroom, we can just do it right here and now.
Talking abour right here and now, it can be more of a surprise as well, you’re not warned that you would be spanked, not sent to your bedroom or anything, just, well… right here and now.
And lastsly of course there is the lack of privacy. Anyone else could just walk in on your punishment, could see your humiliation, which is of course, nice in a way I can’t really explain.

Secondly, the couch, sofa. It is maybe smaller than the bed, but offers many different options of positioning, but you’ll see that in the pictures. Firstly,as demonstrated nicely in this drawing, there is the armrest. It pushes up this little girls bottom nicely to receive her punishment from her big sister.


We all know of course, that it’s not big sister’s job to punish her, so when daddy arrives the poor blonde is saved and dark-haired sister takes her place.


Still over the armrest, you can raise that bottom even higher by taking the naughty girl over your knee. Those legs will be dangling in the air and kicking delightedly.


The next set really shows of what I had in mind when choosing this subject. You’re sitting in the couch, discussing your behaviour and if you don’t have an adequate explanation for your actions that same comfy sofa turns into your punishment-bench.

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Of course the sofa doesn’t always have to be uncomfortable. When it’s deep enough the spanking can sit back and the naughty lad’s body is fully supported, letting her raise her bottom well for a good spanking. Who said spankings were only for naughty girls must’ve been wrong, this lass is surely enjoying her soon to be red bottom.


Speaking of red bottoms, this girl has one. The couch in this case serving as a resting place. I might wonder why she is not in the corner, but hey, perhaps she is just waiting for round two.


Some couches come with low padded benches to rest your feet, or in this case a naughty young lady. This girl had been warned not to go swimming in the neighbour’s swimming pool without permission and now she is finding out why.


Let’s hope for this lady that her boyfriend is not going to spank her bottom as red as that couch. Surely she has not been that naughty…


Let’s finish today’s pictures with this marvelous bottom, slightly pink and presented to us perfectly by bending over for the cane.


And for those who actually read past the pictures and are interested in my personal spanking experiences. Mike did give me a sore red bottom after I called him out n his mentoring in my previous picture post. I’m also dating again, not sure yet whether he’s a spanker though. Have a nice day and don’t forget to vote for the next set of pictures.

Hey everyone

Well, it’s been a long two months and I guess again my bottom deserves a good thrashing for making you wait this long. (yes Mike, that’s a hint, weren’t you supposed to be mentoring me?)

The tumblr experiment did not go as well as hoped, and instead of wasting my time trying to make it work, I decided to try something else.
I still have a quite big collection of pictures ready to share. So why not just post them, you might ask? Well it was a huge mess, just one folder with all of them thrown in… But I spent a lot of time today organizing them in groups so it will no longer be such a pain to find some pictures with a common story or idea to share.

The plan is: I give you guys a few options to pick from (offering a choice between a few groups that have more than 10 pictures) and then post 10 pictures from that group that are in some way similar.

For example: Had you guys picked ‘otk’ last week, today’s post would look like this:

Well, last week you guys chose to see pictures from my ‘otk’collection. The pictures I chose are all that are ‘in my opinion’ quite realistic photo’s of otk spankings. Enjoy.

In the first picture the naughty girl keeps her legs closed firmly and her panties protect her modest, this and the not so comfortable position she’s in are more likely to find in a real spanking than one done for our entertainment. Oh, and the smug look on the spanker’s face does look like some personal involvement.


Our second spanker is wearing comfortable at-home clothing, not planning anything special that day when the need for a spanking arises. The girl’s panties aren’t lowered, adding to the feel of a real domestic spanking scene.


Another at-home spanking, what makes this one so realistic besides again the lack of need to lower those panties is the struggling girl, no need to aim that butt at the camera, but more trying to keep it away from daddy’s hand.


Of course, I’m no saying spankings aren’t realistic when your bottom is bared, I’ve experienced the opposie myself. A boyfriend or husband spanking will definitely lower those panties, like the man in this picture. The realism? Look at the decoration of the room, this is no film set.


Not only your bottom blushes when you get spanked and either this girl is a good actress, or she really is embarrassed to be spanked, also who’d take such a young looking girl as the spanker, seems more like a sister or a friend. And lets not forget the detailed room again.


The realism in this one comes from the point of view, we’re just peeking inside and the quality of the picture (quikly, grab your camera phone). It could all be a set up of course, but who wouldn’t dream of being an unknown spectater of this?


Panties coming down, hand pulled out of the way. Perhaps she’s a good actress, or perhaps she really is sorry for the trouble she’s caused.


We could sit comfortably on the bed, put on some sexy outfit on the spankee and aim the camera at her butt. Or we could just give her a real spanking instead.


This last one is my favourite, there are so many details right. It must be really hard to make a boss-employee spanking look real, but let’s see. The office looks like an office, not just a desk, but folders, cabinets a phone papers and random attributes and lets not forget cables behind the desk that are all plugged in. Both spanker and spankee aren’t wearing their finest, just everyday working clothes, not even sexy panties on the naughty lady, just ordinay blue ones. Those panties are pulled down, but not taken off and dissapeared and she’s still fully dressed for the rest, no need to go naked in front of your boss, just because you forgot to answer that one email…


Well, that makes ten, I hope you enjoyed them and hopefully agree with my assesment. I do know of course that probably none of these are real, but in fantasy such things don’t matter. Take a look at the poll for the next batch and until then.

Like her little sister: story

Hello everyone, I’ve finished another story.
With 59 votes (little over 44%) most of you wanted to read the story about Larissa and her little sister.
Now I wasn’t planning on just writing one of the three stories, I’m actually writing all three of them. But as the theme was ‘reader’s choice’, the winner of the poll will actually consist of three or four stories. After each story there will be a poll, giving several options on how the story should continue. The option with the most votes will be my starting point for the next installment of the story.

The building site and The hotelroom (with 38 and 37 votes) will be posted in just one story later this month. But for now, enjoy the first installment of Like her little sister and don’t forget to vote for the poll in the end for how you wish the story to continue.

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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.


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?


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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Meru’s struggle

Hello everyone, this sunday’s drawing lessons I will be sharing a lot of pictures. These are made to accompany a set of stories written by Vpanovic on AnimeOTK. I will not add any commentary to the pictures because they are supposed to get you intrigued/interested in the story. So quickly hop over to animeOTK and enjoy this amazing story. Log in if you have an account, or register (it’s free). Go to download links and spanking stories and search for Meru’s struggle. You will find eleven great chapters to download and read.

The illustrations are done by CC, one of my favourite artists on animeOTK and are what made me decide to read the story.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 6: short comic

Chapters 7-9 didn’t get any illustrations done. But by now you should be intrigued enough to go read the story. Let’s all just hope CC got a good spanking as well for not illustrating the last chapters.

The look on her face

Hey everyone, I’m glad I’m back and able to share some more fantasies with you.
This sunday’s drawing lesson is about a very particular situation. Imagine you’re witness to a spanking, but you can’t actually see it, all you see is the look on the girl’s face and of course the sounds you hear.

Imagine you’re up late on christmas eve and you here the bells of santa’s sled. You go outside and see his sled parked on top of your neightbour’s building. The light is on and inside you see the young girl nextdoor facing the window, a big man in a red suit behind her. Through the sound of christmas carols down the street you hear the sounds of a spanking coming from her house. This girl was definitely on santa’s naughty list. When it is all over she waves him goodbye and then finally sees you. Wave back at her, she’ll blush.

Now not everyone believes in santa, so that might be hard to imagine. So lets make things easier, the young girl next door still lives with her parents? Well one day maybe her mother will give her the spanking she deserves. Perhaps because she didn’t clean the house and the result is there is nothing to bend her over, nothing except the window sill of the open window.

Enough imagining, lets get to our third girl this week. She was taking part in a marathon. But the naughty misses choose to take a short cut. She got caught however by the owner who’s terrain she was tresspassing. He gives her a good slippering with his shoe while in the distance the other runners that took the correct route will see the cries on her face and the sound of her red bottom being smacked.

Our last girl is in a most embarrassing situation. She was in her backyard, just chatting a bit with her neighbour, flirting even. When her husband came home he found she had done none of her chores and he definetely didn’t approve of the flirting. He decided to pull down her pants and spank her right there. The fence protected her modesty a bit, but she couldn’t hide the cries on her face from her neighbour she had only just chatted with and the sound of smacks on her bottom were definately a turn on for both men.


This sunday’s drawing lesson I have some spanking pictures that bring back memories. In these pictures it’s not the spanking that brings back memories, but something else. Somehow this is imagining a spanking in a situation you remember, eventhough there wasn’t a spanking in the real memory. O well, you’ll see what I mean.

The first picture reminds me of when I was a little girl and it was summer. It’s the chair used for the naughty girl to bend over. Almost everyone must’ve had that type of chair. I’m sure we did. It reminds me of family parties in the backyard, never was I spanked during one of those, but imagine if I had? The embarrassment and excitement that would’ve come with that. I’m sure me and my cousins would’ve earned a good spanking with a switch from the backyard at at least some of those occasions.

Our second picture reminds me of schooldays. Like any school we had “runs”. I’m not sure how to call them in English, but a large group of kids running a couple of laps around a thicket of trees. There would always be those that hid behind the trees and just sit there as the rest of us finished their laps. They would join us again in the last lap without having done anything at all. I’m sure those cheaters would’ve learned something had they been treated like the girl in this picture.

Our third picture brings me back even further. Back to when I played with dolls, I remember fondly that my barbie earned spankings regularly, just like the one in this picture. Perhaps I already knew back then what type of girl I was. No-one ever found out about those games with my dolls, I imagine would that have earned me a spanking, or not?

Our last picture is more of the now, everyday I take the train to work and I used travel by train to school as well. The long ride was always boring and a place to fantasise. Often enough I got home with my panties wet because I had sexual fantasies the whole ride home. Often I fantasised about being spanked, by the conductor, for not having a proper ticket, or by someone else for other reasons. But unlike the girl in this picture, I’m still waiting for my public transport spanking.

Hope you liked today’s post. If you like stories, I also added a couple of pages to ‘a little black dress’ today.


Sunday’s drawing lessons.
Although I like a surprise, your naughty behaviour suddenly crossing the line and being pulled over for a spanking. Sometimes some anticipation can be very interesting as well. Being told you’ll get a spanking when you get home – yes despite fantasies, sometimes it just is too public – can be very exciting and scary at the same time. Waiting for a spanking can be embarrassing as well, being told to go to your room, but having to wait until he finds the time to deal with you, you’ll get punished but that doesn’t mean you get the attention you secretly wanted right away.

Anticipation for me is almost always arousing, doesn’t matter if it’s an erotic or disciplinary spanking. My nerves in my bottom seem to ready themselves for what is to come, heightening their sensitivity, feeling everything such as the slightest brush of my clothes. I get all warm and my thoughts all jumbled up, not really able to think of anything else but what is coming. Which can be very irritating when you’re in public and need to communicate.

Even more interesting then just being told to wait, is being told to ready yourself. During a normal spanking you can struggle or protest. But if you just readied yourself for it, protesting later seems so silly. Waiting for a spanking is in that way a very submissive act, knowing you are accepting your fate, and him knowing you will listen to him.
Readying yourself could be undressing, baring your bottom or getting into position even. But instead of actually readying for the spanking, it could also be readying for the punishment in whole. For example, standing in the corner, awaiting your punishment with your bottom already bared.

The fist girl in our drawings is waiting in bed, she is keeping her bottom raised for her spanking and the hairbrush is laying in wait.

The second girl today is ready to bend over the table. Her bottom is bared and she offers you the belt, handing it over with her teeth, her hands already positioned on the table.

Our third girl today already had some part of her punishment, but is waiting on the bed, face down, while her spanker is getting a strap for further punishment.

Our last girl today seems uncertain who is about to enter her room for her punishment. Is it the person she was hoping for? Where there more possible spankers? I’m sure there is a story to be told here.


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