Working Late (a strap-on and spanking short story)

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Working Late (a strap-on and spanking short story)

Working Late (a strap-on and spanking short story)

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I'll appreciate your corporate apartment tomorrow night when she's beaten me." Anya had granted her its benefit while she leased her own. On the Sunday morning, Val’s husband asked me if I’d like to join him to go to a ‘coffee meet’ in the Mustang. The other kids my age were not bothered about such things and so we set off, just me and him. That Mustang sounded so sweet – I felt like a movie star.

I even spotted the naughtier exit hole above, winking casually at me. It fascinated me, since it wasn't a part of my anatomy I had any way of seeing. I marveled at how it looked. I couldn't believe Mom had been seeing that when she spanked me! Mark remembered being stunned by Kim’s words and asking for details. Kim calmly explained that he’d have to submit completely to her whims and be treated as an object of her desires, whatever they may be. He had gone home to think about it and decided that to be enslaved to an attractive older woman wasn’t so bad. They’d left her alone. Here, in this room. Just her and the punishment frame, and the small pile of prison clothes that she’d removed, as instructed, and placed in a neat pile on the floor. She stood, then walked up to stand behind him, then gently traced a finger across the lattice of angry weals that covered his bottom. I don't have to speak to you," Carly said, noticing the beautiful Indian lawyer waiting outside her college gates. Yesterday she hadn't liked her. Nothing had changed.She turned on the TV and sat down, looking for all the world like a regular mum. Only she and I knew that five minutes earlier she had paddled my bottom good and sore. I collected my magazine and sat (carefully) in the lounge with Val until my own mum joined us again. Val looked over and smiled at me once or twice, probably knowing my bum was stinging pretty good. I’m sure she had a lot of spanking experience, probably when her kids were a bit younger. Most women paddling a boy for the first time would have gone much easier to start with, but Val had the measure just right. Well, maybe she could have gone a little easier – I still had a mark on my behind three days later when we flew home. Miss Roberts studied her reformed client. She'd thought Carly wise. Recent events had disappointed her. Swift rattan sliced into her tender thighs, eviscerating her confident preparation. She cried out as white hot pain agonized her skin, wriggling her hips.

But Mom was working late that night. She'd left us a casserole to put in the oven. I was anticipating my spanking and I was a little apprehensive since it seemed like years since I'd gotten it from Mom. I finally suggested Shayla give me a warmup. Dana was there and wanted in on the action and since this was a punishment, I agreed. I might be biased, but my twin and I got the raw end of the deal. Though we were younger than Dana, it was too much trouble for Mom to use different implements for different girls, so once Dana switched to a new punishment tool, we all did. That meant Shayla and I got everything a year earlier than Dana had. Unfair! She remembered Clare and Jessica's discomfort, exposing their secret to request her help. She'd admitted knowing girls at school who got caned. Impressed by her friends' dedication to exemplary behavior, she'd kept her famous poker face. I want to tell you about how my Aunt Jenny (whom I was living with full time) gave me and my cousins a severe spanking with the strap. Anya smiled. "Good. I've spoken to Miss Roberts. Your appointment is tomorrow evening. Your silly behavior will cost you. Show her you're sorry."Mark then took a pair of pincer nipple clamps and brandished it in front of Kim’s wide open eyes before slowly applying them. Kim tried to surge off the bed but the ropes held her firmly.

Here is an edited extract from Richard Manton’s story ‘Whips Incorporated’ relating to Mrs. Walter: You live at home," Anya said. "I'm guessing your parents saw your cane marks. You created your deceptive tale to cover yourself. Am I right?" Before Thomas realised what was happening, the agony erupted with increased intensity across his bottom and the room filled with screams. Miss Craven sat down with a sparkle in her eye, flushed with excitement and a smile on her face, as she waited for the screaming and writhing to subside. People liked to call us triplets, but only Shayla and I were born on the same day. Dana was born a year earlier. Raising three girls so close in age was a challenge for Mom, as you can imagine, but she made it work. Her secret was strict discipline.

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At the time, both myself and her daughter Hannah were 10, and Hannah’s sister Kelly was a year younger. All three of us earned the dreadful stinging of that strap. We spanked the hell out of each other all afternoon until Mom got home from work (she was on the day shift then), and she was impressed. She used the big paddle on our butts, delivering a certain number of swats for each poor grade. I couldn't even do the math, but Shayla and I must have gotten two dozen each and I think Dana got ten. It was the first time I remember not dreading report card day!

A flogging bench makes its appearance in a Janus story by Richard Manton, ‘Whips Incorporated’. This story was based on a chastising service provided by a real-life person, a Mrs. Walter, in Clifton, Bristol in the late C19. Mrs. Walter offered a very special service to sensitive parents who felt their girls needed a good thrashing but didn’t like to do it themselves… ‘those who were unnerved by the screams and struggling of their offspring’. Good. I'll expect you at 8am sharp." She raised her eyebrows slightly, indicating that she expected a reply in the affirmative. Come in, Thomas," she said firmly, leading him to a large oak study, then sitting down behind a desk to face him. The spankings were similar to before, but we just used our hands. This wasn't an offense that warranted a hairbrush, we felt, and the spanking was pure pleasure. We got our bottoms nice and pink and glowing hot, so when Mom came up 30 minutes later, she was pleased. Give her another ten and send her to bed," Mom said to Dana. "I'm exhausted and I've got to take a shower."Later, lying in bed feeling the thin welts raised on my bare bottom, I relived the entire afternoon: the spankings from Dana and Shayla, my thrilling spankings of their bottoms, the long hard lashings from Mom, and watching my sisters get switched. I must have come a dozen times.



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