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Is anything wrong officer? (part 3)

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The hallway outside the office was empty except for Maria. As head of the complaints department, she made sure of the privacy of her officers. Where she was standing, about two steps from the door, she could hear the sounds of spanking and a girl squealing inside. From the dozen officers that worked under her, only two knew about the activities that sometimes went on in that room, one of those girls was inside now. Sophie hadn’t done anything wrong of course. A young officer had used excessive force during an arrest and it was the complaints department’s job to make these things go away without too much fuss.
Unable to contain her curiosity, Maria stepped towards the door and looked inside through the small window at the top. Sophie was bent over the desk naked from the waist down, her bright red bottom pointing at the door. The man whose complaint she was dealing with, was whipping her with her own belt. Maria winced as she heard the girl whimpering. She was glad it wasn’t her bending over that desk. Most complaints like this her girls could handle, only for something big did the head of the complaints department bend over herself.

Maria felt she had changed a lot in the last month. She could still remember that first spanking while she was patrolling the streets. Funny how that had been a career-making move. As head of the complaints department, she had learned a lot about the task-force. Every rookie mistake, every inappropriate action was brought before her. Most of the time she managed to deal with it quietly. Tickets were shredded, files deleted, apologies written. The spankings were captain Reynolds’ idea; she’d gotten the first one herself when she was just a mere officer. It had been her own idea to include more girls wishing to earn a little extra. She had more ideas like that since working here. There was a surprisingly large demand for police-uniforms – people liked roleplaying – and an equally large supply of old uniforms she could give away. It wasn’t enough to stifle a complaint of course, but very few people did not appreciate a small gift after their complaint had been dealt with.

The spankings were the most successful of course. The hardest part was deciding when the person filing a complaint would be interested in such an arrangement. The one she was looking at now hadn’t been hard. The man who had been whipping Sophie – he had now stopped, Sophie was standing in the corner – ran an online spanking blog.
As the spanking seemed over, Maria knocked at the door and entered without waiting for a response. The man turned to look at her, Sophie didn’t move from her spot in the corner. “I hope everything has been satisfactory, Mr. Peeters?” She asked.
“Wonderfully so.” The man replied. “I wish I’d known before how you dealt with complaints in here.” He was grinning broadly.
“I assume you’ll wish to drop your complaint then.” Maria said, it wasn’t a question. “The paperwork is in my office. Do you know the way?”
The man nodded. “I’ll wait for you there.” He said, leaving her alone with Sophie.
“Are you okay?” Maria asked after he left.
Sophia hesitantly left her spot in the corner. Tears had run down her cheeks, leaving tracks of her make-up. “Yes ma-am.” She said.
Maria smiled at the girl. “Take your time to clean yourself up. After that you can take the rest of the day off. I’ll make sure that the paper-work gets filed and you receive your extra payment. I’ll see you again tomorrow.”
“Yes ma-am.” Sophie said. She was already getting dressed again.
Maria smiled. Sophie could take a good spanking, Maria didn’t know what experience she’d had with it in her past, but she’d figured out what Maria and the other girl had been doing by herself and had requested to be part of this agreement.

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The domme’s apprentice

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It all started with a simple email in which Erika asked the following:

Mistress Anna

Before I ask for your help, I wanted to say I’m a big fan of your work and your video’s. Your professional attitude in what you do is what convinced me in contacting you.

My name is Erika. I’m twenty-four years old and I’ve been in a strong relation with another girl my age for over three years now. Her name is Sophie. Early on in our relationship we’ve discovered each other’s interest in BDSM. We have experimented together, spending plenty of time across each other’s knees, just like the women in your videos. As things progressed, we started to fall into more specific roles, where I would more often be the one dominating, while my girlfriend would submit.

My girlfriend is the one who showed me your video’s for the first time. Video’s in which such spankings aren’t just part of a sexual experience, but a lifestyle encompassing discipline. We have discussed making the step from fun to discipline a lot, but we feel insecure as how this would influence our relationship and how to make that first step. This is why I hoped you could help us. Perhaps you could share some of your knowledge and give us some tips on how to move forward with such a relationship.

Kind regards
Erika

She had sent this email just a week ago. Mistress Anna had answered not two days later. Her answer had been short, but had included an invitation to come meet her in person and talk face to face about their desires. This is why Erika and her girlfriend Sophie – whom Anna had explicitly said should attend as well – drove up the lane to the front door of the large mansion where mistress Anna lived.
Nervously the two girls walked up the short flight of stairs to the large double doors. Mistress Anna opened these shortly after they rang the bell. She looked just like in her video’s: her hair was put up with not a strand out of place, her make-up was subtle and accentuated her face, her dress hugged her body and was almost short enough to reveal the lace at the top of her stockings. In short, she was beautiful. Her broad smile made the girls immediately feel welcome when she invited them in and led them to the sitting room. When Erika recognized the room from several of the video’s she’d watched, she realized many of Mistress Anna’s films were recorded in her own home. The realization woke the butterflies in her stomach. A quick look at Sophie told her she recognized the space as well, she was blushing deeply, they had probably both fantasized visiting this room and its owner, but for other reasons then just talking.
They sat down on the sofa on which many naughty girls had cried their eyes out as mistress Anna offered them something to drink. Fidgeting and unable to look at each other they waited for her to return.

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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:

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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.


A mean prank – part 1

Hey everyone

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

Hope you like it. 

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“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…

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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.


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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At the swimming pool – part 3

Hey everyone

I’ve already finished a third part to this story. They’re all very short pieces, making it easy to write a few quick stories in a row.

Like I said last time. From here on the story is pure fiction and no longer based on my friend’s memories. (not saying anything about her fantasies of course)

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My best friend’s father pt.5

Hello everyone

The story about Sophie and her best friend’s father is coming to an end. I hope you will all like the story finish I’ve come up with to end this series.
Five parts seemed long enough and I’m sure you’re all waiting for new and interesting stories as well.
Emjoy

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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


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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