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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:

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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…
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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?

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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…
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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:

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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.
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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.
Enjoy…

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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.

Enjoy…

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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.


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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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…

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

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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.


My best friend’s father – pt.2

Hello everyone, making up for lost time, second post of the day.
I just finished part two of my best friend’s father, you’ve all waited very long for this, so I hope you enjoy.

(ps: for those wondering, there will be a part three soon)

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