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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.

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┬ábecome 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.

Reunion: story

Hey everyone, here is another story for you to enjoy.
It’s a different take on the schoolgirl fantasy, one I’m sure you’ll all enjoy.

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Work ethic

Hello everyone, we’re here for another sunday’s drawing lesson.

Today’s subject is spankings at work. A good work-spanking-relationship can be very interesting. It can be a boss-employee relationship, where spankings are due for substandard work, missed deadlines and customer complaints; or for more personal reasons such as improper behaviour or not following the company’s dresscode.
The most common work-spanking-relationship is probably the boss-secretary relationship. But I personally like those relationships where the spankee is more than just a secretary,imagine a succesfull businesswoman. She is a valued part of the organisation, but no-one knows that after work hours her boss treats her like a naughty little girl.

We could take that even further. Perhaps it’s the boss that gets spanked by her employee. He might have gotten sick of being ordered around by his arrogant boss while he knows well enough how to do his job. When he finally takes her over his knee he considers it worth losing his job over. But then discovers she kind of likes it and a very special boss-employee relationship is born.

Today’s pictures are all by Kamitora, one of my favourite spanking artists.

The woman in the first picture is getting a hard lesson on her very red bottom. Her short purple dress probably didn’t impress her boss in his proper suit. Luckily he has a ruler ready to teach his employee’s how things work in his firm.

The woman in the second picture is a bit higher up on the corporal ladder, we can tell from her proper dress: that skirt, blouse, stockings and shoes, with her hair in a thight bun. But that doesn’t mean she is safe from having her bottom bared for a good paddling if that’s what’s needed.

The girl in our third and fourth picture is all the way at the top. She is the boss, but her employee simply could no longer take her behaviour. Her panties are literally pulled off for her embarrassing bare bottom spanking. Things will never be the same between these two.

100 posts and 50.000 views

Yesterday my blog received its 50.00th view and today I’m posting my 100th post. Reason enough to celebrate I think.

That’s why I’m not going to bother you today with long paragraphs of text, but just an interesting cartoon spanking story, by one of my favorite artists cc: ‘three times a lady’

Role reversal

A favourite spanking fantasy for many, the naughty schoolgirl being spanked by her teacher. But today lets reverse these roles. The naughty teacher spanked by one of her students. Now when would this scenario be possible?
– Perhaps the teacher broke one of her own rules? I always hated it when the teacher was late for class, if we did that we’d be in trouble.
– Perhaps the teacher was unfair, giving her favorites (or the sexier dressed girls) more points for the same answers.
– Perhaps the teacher was behind on her subject, which could prove a big problem for the students in their exams and years to come.
– Perhaps the teacher was late in processing her students papers, much later than she had promised them their results.

I’m sure there could be many reasons. In the picture I’m sharing today, the teacher gave her student a B+, but their agreement seems to be he always gets an A. Why would they have such an agreement? Because if she doesn’t, he gives her a spanking. Now that’s a nice fantasy, the poor teacher forced to give undeserved grades or submit to a punishment. A bit unrealistic, but I’m sure many of you would’ve loved this teacher-student relationship.

teacher spanked by student

Another great drawing by kamitora


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