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Before I post the next installment of a mean prank, I wanted to write another story as a break.
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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.

A trade

Hello everyone

You know now how Emma became interested in the art of seduction, in using her body to get what she wanted. If you don’t, go read my previous story. I call what she did seduction, but at the start there was not much to it. These things need practice, experience and self-confidence. Emma was not a virgin, she had lain with a man before, but this is not the same as offering sex, offering yourself, as a trade for something else.
This story takes place only two weeks after the previous one. Emma had learned from her stepfather that her body was a valuable asset when it came to getting what she wanted. With him it had only been about getting away with an expensive phone bill and all he had done was look at her. Now she wanted something more, not from her stepfather, she was not ready for that, but from someone more impressionable.

It was not really necessity that drove her to it. Help would be welcome, but if she wanted to, she could have done without. A school assignment was what Emma had planned to use as an excuse to delve deeper in this discovery of herself. She had three more days to finish this assignment. It would be a close cut to finish in time, unless she asked someone’s help. She had chosen a boy in her class, his name was Michael. Michael didn’t have a lot of friends, he was the quiet type. Most importantly, Michael always had his assignments done in time. Emma had picked him because she thought he would welcome the attention of anyone, especially a girl and he would not brag about it afterwards either.
Emma approached him during a break between classes. When she asked him if he could help her with her assignment, he looked surprised. She had rarely spoken to him, but he seemed happy for her request. Just like she had thought, he jumped at the opportunity to help her. When he asked her if they should arrange a time to meet and work on it together, Emma reacted hesitantly. “Couldn’t you just do it for me?” She asked. Michael reacted disappointed, his hope quickly dissipating, afraid she just wanted to take advantage of him. “I’ll make it worth your while.” Emma said. “I’ll pay you back.”
“How?” Michael asked.
Emma grinned, already feeling the coming success. She wasn’t very seductive she knew, too straightforward, but this was her first time. “Use your imagination.” She said. “I could do anything you like.” Michael blushed slightly but did not respond. “Are you a virgin?” Emma asked, blushing herself that she had to spell it out for him. “Have you ever had a blowjob?” She asked. Both times Michael shook his head, telling her he hadn’t. “Meet me after school if you want one.” Emma said. “I can give you my work on my assignment then. If you still want to help me with it.”

The end of the schoolday had approached quickly and Emma found herself waiting in the small alley behind the school. All the other students had already left and Michael hadn’t appeared. If he thought she was pulling a prank on him, he might not show up. Just as she was about to leave however, she saw him approaching from the other side. “I thought you wouldn’t come.” She said.
Michael looked very nervous. “I wanted to help, are you really going to…”
Emma managed a smile, it was easy to hide her own nervousness now that she could see how he was. “If you want me to.” She said. “No-one is here to see.”
He looked away from her, quickly scanning the street. “Here?” He asked.
Emma stepped closer to him, this wasn’t her first time pleasing a man, she had nothing to be worried about. She reached for the buttons of his pants, they were already stretched to bursting. “Where else?”
Michael didn’t object and thus she undid the buttons and zipper of his jeans. He wore plain navy blue boxers, thrust forward through the opening. She got on her knees before him, the sidewalk tiles were hard and her skirt was too short to protect her bare knees. Using both hands she pulled down his boxers and she could hear him gasp. His erect penis was fully swollen, inches from her face. He wasn’t big, but not too small either, he smelled clean. She felt excited herself, her panties would soon be wet through and through. She reached inside his boxers with her left hand and cupped his balls, knowing her previous lover had loved that. Michael groaned audibly. “Tell me when you’re going to cum.” She said, before taking him in her other hand and leaning closer. She stroked him softly with her hand, planting a few wet kisses along his shaft. When she took the tip between her lips he trembled softly. The noises he made, made her feel powerful. She looked up at him an traced the full length of his cock with her tongue, massaging the tip with her fingers. She opened her mouth to take him inside her and he suddenly moaned. “I’m going to…” He didn’t finish the words before Emma felt the hot sticky goo on her cheek, dripping from her chin. For a moment she felt upset, he was supposed to warn her so she could take it in her mouth and not make a mess. But at the same time she felt proud, proud that she had been able to make him cum so fast.
“I’m sorry.” Michael said. “I couldn’t stop it.”
Emma smiled up at him, still sticky with his mess. “It’s ok.” She said. “It was your first time. You’ll do better next time.” She fished a handkerchief from her purse.
Michael quickly covered himself as she got up. “Next time?” He asked.
“Of course. Unless… You don’t want to help me with more of my schoolwork?”
For the first time Michael seemed calm. “Of course, I’d love to help you. Do you have your work? I’ll finish it for you right away.” He had a sense of purpose and Emma knew her work would be done perfectly.

Later that night Emma lay on her bed. She’d had a relaxing evening of watching tv. Thanks to Michael she had no work to do for just a small price. She imagined she could still taste him in her mouth, though she had dinner since. After switching off the light and retiring to bed, the scene kept replaying in her head. Her hands slipped beneath the blankets, inside her panties and she found her pussy wet and waiting.
Playing with herself, slowly she formed her own version of what had happened earlier that day. In her head Michael was not a nervous guy, unsure of what was going to happen. He was confident, in her version he was in charge. He told her what he wanted from her, told her he expected a reward for his work. When she knelt in front of him, his hand grabbed her hair. He pulled it so it just hurt a little, holding her in place so she could not go anywhere. His cock filled her mouth completely and he made her work hard for his cum. When she finally received it, he told her to swallow it and then thank him, not just for doing her work, but for letting her suck his cock.
She came trembling, her thighs sticky against the wet mattrass. When she dozed of to sleep she wondered, maybe next time she should pick someone more confident then Michael. Someone like the man in her fantasies.

I hope you liked this story as we dig deeper in Emma’s past together. Don’t forget to comment or message me with your questions. Next time we’re going further back, to Emma’s first sexual experiences.

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.

The most embarrassing spankings

Hey everyone

Today you wanted to see a set of the most embarrassing spankings in my collection.
Hope you enjoy…

This teacher doesn’t just send you out of the classroom, she follows you and gives you a spanking in the hallway. Maybe not as embarrassing as a spanking in front of the class, except that anyone might pass by and your classmates will still hear what’s going on. I chose this one because it was different from the oh so familiar classroom spankings, yet still very embarrassing.


Daddy/boyfriend/husband doesn’t care that he has a friend over, when you deserve a bare bottom spanking you will get one. The witness is now still just listening from afar, but the open door is an obvious invitation to come and watch.

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The authorities are supposed to help you, but what if they turn on you? Perhaps you did something wrong, but there’s an even moreembarrassing possibility: You called them for help, but on their arrival they decided it’s you who’should be spanked for wasting their time.


The next picture isn’t so much about the scene, but the position. I chose this as the most embarrassing position as it leaves you completely exposed. This girl still wears her op, but should that come off as well, the spanker would have full view of everything you have to offer.


A spanking by your boss can be quite embarrassing, but what if there are still coworkers around? Your own panties in your mouth to silence your squeals. Embarrassing yet effective.


Hope you enjoyed, don’t forget to vote for the next set.

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 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.

A misunderstanding: story

Not all spankings or stories need to be long drawn out things. This quick short story with a quick short panking will hopefully quickly set you afire as well. Hope you enjoy.
I have also added the first part of chapter 4 of a little black dress, follow the link in the header.

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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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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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