OTK Box Set: Seventeen Short Spanking Stories

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Each new bungalow Mrs Pike lived in, she named herself. She had a flair for it - and she liked to think that something in this world would outlast her. She'd lived in a nice place off Mapperley Plains which she'd called "Saigon" - a topical reference to something she'd heard on the news. The next one she named "The Point", since it was right on the furthermost tip of a triangular new development. Marie had been expecting for the second time when she moved in there. She hated Marie Like That - couldn't look her in the eye with that awful smug lump bulging out of her. That remark stung, probably because it was so true. In my depressed state, I had done no housework since a few days before Lucille’s demise, and the house had reached a condition that would certainly have earned me a very severe paddling over Lucille’s knee if I ever let it get even a tenth as sloppy while she was still alive.

Just wanted you to know I wasn’t afraid,” she said, “of touching you. Of having you inside me. That’s what I wanted. I was thinking of you, that’s all. And it was so silly. Silly me, that is. Silly.” p.m. Come home with daughter, cook tea (that’s an evening meal in the north of England), and do daughter things. Stroke two confirmed it had been no mistake - it was even harder. Thomas shrieked in agony and began to struggle.I hated giving birth to Geoffrey," Mrs Pike said, when Marie helped herself just like that to more bread sauce. "It was just like going to the toilet, only worse."

So Gretchen's teeth went first and then she went all diabetic, which affected her sight. And the blindness made her very tired. She'd nap on and off , and sleep through any noise. "Not much good as a guard dog," Mrs Pike told her son with a degree of satisfaction. Excellent. This will be fun then. The cane hurts so very much more then you might imagine, Thomas. I do so love to observe the reaction of a first caning. Perhaps we'd better make sure you stay in place."Mildred went to Ivy’s, where she met Betty and Mary. Like the fire in the plump bottom of our naughty girl, news of the good irls downfall began to spread. When it’s cold and clear and dark enough to see the stars really shine, I put on the sweater she gave me, sit on the ground and look up. I feel warm though it’s night all over.[private]

The journey to the end of the day was like some heroic trek in a fantasy novel. Long and arduous. The lunch time collection of the ‘death sentence’ sent a cold shiver to her tummy. The words left the slip and ran amok in her brain. There before her the words threatened her bottom. I'm pleased to announce that I've just published a new story collection, Twelve of the Best: Volume 13! Karen took out the envelope containing the slip….the slip…the white crispy slip, the DETENTION SLIP, and walked gingerly by the stairs and into the kitchen. “Hello Mum. I got this today.” All the words looked so official, having been typed by the school secretary. And signed by her teacher in ‘Quink’ blue, fountain pen ink.I'm in so much trouble. I can't believe you did this Lily, do you have any idea how this makes me look? I'm supposed to be making sure you girls do what you're supposed to be doing, and when Blair asked if you were ready for your test I told her you were! How did you know all of the answers I asked you yesterday?" she asked, looking at me. After we had been married for over 20 years and the kids were grown and gone I finally got the nerve to ask my wife to spank me. At first she thought I was nuts but I showed her my collection of “No-Nonsense Ladies” magazines she agreed to give it a try. Karen felt aroused slightly, which made her feel even more of a naughty girl. But stood before Mummy as she scolded her was such a mixture of feelings. Her pubic hair had grown, it was now a delightful mixture of light fair hair with a hint of ginger, like her hair. The mirror of the dressing table was behind her, so Mummy could see her bottom, a bottom she was so proud of, like her new breasts, pert, and pleasingly plump. This wasn’t the worst whuppin’ she’s ever given me (and no my Queen that is not a challenge;) , but it certainly got my attention and adjusted my attitude as only a good whuppin’ can!

a.m. Wake early and intend to write. Arse about online instead. I swear the only way I get something done is if I’m procrastinating over doing something else. Mildred was walking by, the strains of the spanking symphony drifted through the window turning into a cocophony of sound, hard whups! and long, long howls of pain! She nodded satisfactorily. “Good old Mummy, keeping up the standards, that’ll teach her!” Here's another listing of spanky goodies, so do make your way to the LSF to read your favourite spanking stories... not just the recently loaded ones, as there are over 27,000 others too! I wonder how long it would take to read every single one of them ... Last time I hit the hills was with Bronwyn Evans. First time for both of us, not terribly successful. But we kept trying, over and over again, in other locations, strictly indoors, with the windows shut tight, curtains drawn.On the Thursday after he actually told her, Geoffrey came over for a late soup and cheese supper. Soft white rolls, Lurpak, Dairylea spread. To say the least, the meal was a slow somber affair. Mummy had given her a small portion, knowing that her tummy would be in knots. Soon the table was cleared, and the pots washed. Once they were all put away, Mummy spoke. “Up you go.”Karen climbed the curved oak stair case slowly, her head down. She reached the landing and sulkily walked to her door. In she went and shut the door behind her, resting against it. She cried, she had let her Mummy down, she had been naughty girl. After all her praise, she was now a naughty girl, about to get a bare bottom spanking