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Spanking at the park – choose a story

Hey everyone

A little while ago I posted a poll. In this poll you were to choose a picture on which i would improvise a story. When I did however, I made a mistake and forgot to add one of the options to the poll. I added the option later, but it obviously got a lot less votes.

To make up for my mistake, I wrote a short story for the picture that was at first left out of the poll. Hope you enjoy:


The sun stood high in the sky and the soft breeze was just enough to make the day’s heat bearable. It was a warm summer’s day and the local park was already slowly filling up. Most of the students were still at school however and it was still quiet enough for Mike to sit and enjoy reading his book in the shade of a tree. Shortly ater he sat down, a young couple passed him and lay down in the grass just a few feet away from him. Mike noticed because the girl was wearing an extremely short dress. Those were one of the reasons he enjoyed sitting in the park in the summer, at least outside the peak hours like today. As he looked up over the edge of his book, he saw the girl had turned on her side, her tiny skirt barely enough to cover her full, round bottom. The guy she was with lay on his back, his cap covering his face to protect his eyes from the sun. The girl played with the grass beneath her hands as she was obviously bored as her boyfriend dozed off. Mike couldn’t stop looking, he was completely distracted from his book by her bare legs and the darkness beneath her skirt. Just an inch or so more and he might catch a glimpse of her panties, he thought.
Suddenly the girl looked over her shoulder and caught him peeking at her. Mike blushed and looked down at his book. But over the edge of the text he could see her smiling at him, she did not look away again. Then he noticed her hand reaching down as she pulled up her skirt slightly. Mike’s breath caught as he caught a glimpse of the bright red panties underneath. He pretended to be reading his book as he grew rock hard with excitement. The girl wriggled her bottom slightly as she returned her attention to the grass in front of her.
Every time Mike lowered his book and peeked at her legs and panties, the girl looked up and smiled at him, as if she could feel his eyes on her. Long minutes passed, Mike read the same page in his book four, five times, without remembering what he was reading. He was not sure what to do, the girl obviously enjoyed teasing him, but was he supposed to keep watching, or just occassionally peek? The guy laying next to her was completely oblivious of what was going on. At one point the girl looked over her shoulder at her boyfriend before curling up a bit more, showing off a bigger part of her panties and the curves of her bottom. Mike took a deep breath and failed to pretend he was still interested in his book. The girls hand appeared between her legs, rubbing the soft red fabric between her legs. The curve of her lips became obvious beneath her panties as she slightly spread her legs to pressed a single finger between them.
Mike’s breathing grew ragged as the girl rubbed herself, his own pants threatened to burst and he felt a deep urge to touch himself. He was afraid however to move as it might spoil the moment.
The girl bit her lip and stared at him, making no secret of what she was doing, of he she enjoyed hm watching her. A small moan escaped her lips and the guy beside her moved. She froze and Erik quickly looked down at his book.

His heart was beating at lightning speed. He heard the guy sit up. HE felt like he’d been caught doing something wrong, even though he hadn’t done anything, just watch. “What are you doing?” He heard the guy ask.
The girl’s answer was whispered, too quiet to be heard.
A small argument arose and Mike tried to focus on his book. The guy was loud and clear while the girl was quiet and embarrassed. No matter how hard he tried to ignore them, he couldn’t help overhearing the things he said. “… you’re always doing this … so inappropriate … embarrassing …”
When the girl suddenly squealed, Mike quickly looked up. He feared the guy might’ve hit her in his anger. Instead, he saw her laying across his lap with her bottom in the air. The red panties and curved bottom she’d been teasing before were now in full display for anyone to see. Her boyfriend smacked her bottom hard and Mike’s erection returned immediately. He no longer pretended to read his book as he witnessed the young girl’s public spanking. The quick hard smack and her squeals and moans. Before she could react her panties were lowered and Mike had a great view of her bare bottom and a pussy still wet from when she’d been rubbing herself before. The spanking continued as the girl squirmed and begged, her bottom slowly turning nearly as red as her panties had been.
When they finished the girl rolled off her boyfriend’s lap and quickly covered herself. The guy scolded her in a whispered voice, this time Mike could not understand what they were saying.
After a while, the girl stood up and approached him, rubbing her bottom as she stood in front of him. “I want to apologize.” She said. “For exposing myself in front of you and creating an embarrassing and humiliating situation for the both of us. I’m sorry.”
Mike stared at her in surprize. “It… It’s okay.” He said. “I didn’t mind.”
The girl blushed. “Thank you.” She said before quickly running back to her boyfriend.

A mean prank – part 1

Hey everyone

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

Hope you like it. 


“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…


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.

Just some pictures

Hey everyone

With restarting the blog, I went through the linksin our blogroll and deleted all the old links of no-longer active sites.

I also added a link to Perrin’s tumblr where he shares some very nice spanking pictures.
And decided to show some of the best I found here. :)

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Sophie’s student job

Hello everyone, my name’s Perrin and I’m the lucky guy that gets to share this blog with two lovely girls.

Emma has already shared some of my stories in the past, but from now on I’ll be posting them myself. I don’t have a backstory or picture as interesting as “kinky-emma”. Instead I will make a good start with a sexy new story for you to enjoy.

I hope you will all enjoy Sophie’s student job.

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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.

Childhood memories

Hey everyone,

Some of you might be dissapointed that the option from my previous poll: ‘childhood memories’ is not about spankings from your childhood. It has nothing to do with going over daddy’s knee or visiting your mean uncle. No, instead I’m going to corrupt – or ver-naughty-fy – your childhood memories by adding a spanking element to them.

The idea is simple, take something from your childhood and imagine how it would be with spanking added:

Childhood memory one: The power rangers.
Power rangers save the world yes, but they are also adults, and like adults they have needs, and by needs I mean sex:


Of course, when there is sex involved, there will be complications. What if your best friend the yellow ranger tries to seduce your partner? You can’t let it ruin your friendship, you have to save the world together. But you can give her a good power spanking…

Childhood memory two: Peter Pan.
Who of us spankes did not love the naughty little fairy tinkerbell/ And especially this scene where Peter collects some fairy dust?


Well, apparently the cosplaying girl below did not remember that part. She does not seem pleased of our idea to play out that specific scene. We all know of course that she will get it anyway in the end. If she is a true Tinkerbell, she is naughty enough for it anyway…

Childhood memory three: Pokemon
I’ve always felt pokemon would become even more interesting with the occassional spanking. I’m not sure about Gary spanking his rival’s mother. I had thought more about spankings as a result for losing a pokemon battle or something. But this kinda shows my point anyway:


Of course there are many more attractive pokemon trainers in more recent versions. This one finds herself in a very naughty situation, definitely worthy of being spanked too, accident or not… Poor diglett.

I’m ending this post with a special poll.  Before you get to vote for the next picture set, I want you to choose for a continuation of this one, the options are:

Pokemon: When a trainer’s pokemon grow up they get stronger and smarter. So when the trainer, sometimes just a young and inexperienced girl does not care of them properly, who better to spank her than her own little monsters?

Princess Peach: Have you ever wondered what bowser does with the princess when he kidnaps her? All his poor henchmen get killed by Mario, it seems only fitting that he let the surviving ones take revenge on the princess…

Choose one and I will upload the corresponding set of pictures soon.

Taxi-driver pt.1 – story

Hello everyone, time for another story.

Summer is almost over and I wanted to share this last summerday-inspired fantasy with you before it gets cold again.
This story actually contains two fantasies, one which wasn’t even spanking oriented, but by merging them I created a story fit for this blog.

As you can see, I named it part 1, so be sure that you will get the second part of  the story later.

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My best friend’s father – pt.3

Hey everyone,

I Told you the next part would be here soon, Sophie is really getting to know her best friend’s father well.


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The middle of the night – story

Hey everyone, I have another story to share.
This one is a bit darker than any have have written before, but I hope you will like it none the less.
I’m not sure I’ve captured the scene realistically enough, but the fantasy itself is far from realistic, so it doesn’t matter that much.

Enjoyand keep an eye out for My best friend’s father part three, coming soon.

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The building site

Hey everyone,

Do you remember my story ‘the building site’?
You can read it here: https://1001spankingfantasies.wordpress.com/2013/02/21/the-building-site-story/
Well somebody must’ve found it inspiring, just look at this:

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I must say, finding this picture, reminding me of my story has put me in the mood of writing more.
So if I can get five inspiring worthwile reactions from different people on this post, I’ll write a sequal to this story.

Have a good day.


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