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I want to share my progress since last update down 20# funny when spanked and you don't want to be it has impressive results in motivating me

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A scorching Texas sun beat down as Tara and her friend
Megan lounged in the back yard in their new thongs.
Both girls had chugged some cold beers, and now
all Megan wanted was to kick back and relax, listening
to the tunes on a C&W station from Fort Worth playing
on the boom box.
But Tara would not stop her nagging.
The blonde former high school cheerleader seemed like
today all she wanted to do was bitch and moan and
gripe about anything and everything she could think
of. And, frankly, she was getting on Megan's nerves. The
sun was hot, the Budweisers were cool, there was a
slight breeze and everything was there to make for a
perfect late summer afternoon. But Tara's bratty
behavior, her whining and endless chatter, was putting
a damper on it all. Megan just rolled her eyes,
adjusting herself face down on the blanket and
pretended not to hear.
The sound of a motor followed by slamming cardoors
announced the arrival of the girls' two friends,
Christy and Denise. A moment later they strode into
the back yard, Denise in cutoffs and halter top and
carring a six pack, and Christy in shorts and T top
with a blanket and bottle of suntan oil. They quickly
peeled off their outer garments revealing the fetching
new thongs they'd just gotten from Fredricks of
Hollywood, and stretched out on their white blanket
next to Megan and Tara.
"Hey, Christy" Megan said, "Lemme have some of that
lotion, okay?" Obligingly, the blonde, blue-eyed
Christy stepped over Denise and knelt down beside
Megan, rubbing some of the Coppertone onto her tanned
skin. "Mmmmmmmmmmm, that feels great !" Megan cooed, lifting herself up long enough to take a sip of beer from the still frosty can. She put her head down on
her arms, closed her eyes and drank in the good
sensations of sun, wind and Christy's soft hands
massaging her back and thighs. Everything would have
been heaven, but Tara continued to whine and complain.
"Hey, you guys" Denise piped up, "Did y'all remember
it was two years ago today they had the big paddlin'
out in Timpson?" Christy and Megan giggled. Yeah they
remembered ! It was a big news story at the time, the
entire senior class including the Homecoming Queen and her court of honor each got three licks with the
paddle for hanging out in the parking lot after first
bell. The three girls talked about the incident and
laughed slightly, but Tara was grumpy and pouty,
irritated that her three friends weren't much
interested in her whiny complaints today. Megan
glanced at Tara, noticing her firm, brownly tanned
bottom cheeks beautifully accented by the violet
thong, and all the chit-chat about 38 red, sore
fannies suddenly made her blurt out "I think I see
another butt that needs to get swatted !"
Christy and Denise burst into laughter at Megan's
remark, but Tara sat bolt upright and scowled. "Yea,
yea, yea" Tara mocked, "You guys are so $^$%#@ funny!" With that, impetuously, she reached over with one bare foot and kicked over Christy's bottle of
Coppertone, sending the liquid streaming out across the
blanket. "HEY !" Christy yelled, "Don't be such a
little brat, Tara !" Megan had had enough. Growing
up in a home with two sisters, and now an aunt to
neices and nephews, she knew exactly how this kind of
silly misbehavior should be addressed, whether the
guilty party was 8, 18 or 28. Megan scrambled to her
feet and took Tara by her arm, pulling her upright as
Denise and Christy looked on, open mouthed, suspecting what was coming. "MEGAN, what are yew DEWIN'?" Tara yelped, slightly fearful now at Megan's reference to a spanked butt. "You've been a little bitch all freakin' DAY, Tara" Megan scolded, "And I'm tired of
it. You wanna behave like a little kid, okay ! You'll
be treated like a little kid !"
Grasping her right arm, Megan steered Tara off the
dry, tickly grass and onto the sunbaked concrete slabs
of the patio, quickly sitting down on the step and
pulling the squirming, protesting Tara across her lap.
"MEGAN ! DAMN IT, NOOOO !" Tara wailed, "PLEASE !"
Megan ignored her as she raised her right leg and
tucked it firmly around the backs of Tara's thighs to
hold her down. Denise and Christy, laughing
hysterically, stood on the grass watching, their eyes
alight. On the radio, Shania Twain belted out "Honey,
I'm Home" as Megan raised her hand and brought it down hard on Tara's soft, quiverring backside ....
SMACK !!!! Tara screamed. "OWWWWWWW ! KNOCK IT OFF !"
CRACK !!! AYOWTCH !!! Tara began blubbering ....
"Honey, I'm home and I had a hard day ...." Shania
sang as Megan's hand rose and fell, rose and fell,
landing hot and hard with a fast series of sharp,
crisp smacks on Tara's rapidly reddening haunches.
CRACK !!!! WHACK !!!! SMACK !!!!! THWACK !!!!
"YEOWWWCH IT HURTS !!!!!" Tara wailed, furiously
squirming and trying to kick as her punishment
continued to her woe and to Denise and Christy's
amusement. Christy took and sip of beer and Denise
shifted her weight from one leg to the other, each
glad it wasn't her over Megan's lap.
CRACK !!!! SLAP !!!!! WHAP !!!!!! "Hey, Hey, Hey hey
hey ....." Shania wound up, her high notes nowhere
near as high as Tara's, crying and bawling as her
tender backside burned like hellfire. After a couple
of dozen spanks, Megan allowed Tara to stand. The
well chastened blonde ruefully reached back rubbing
her fanny, her face flushed and hot, salty tears
coursing down her cheeks. "Are you gonna behave now?" Megan demanded. Tara nodded, a lump in her throat, doing all she could to suppress a sob. "Okay, I HOPE so" Megan said. "We're gonna have at least another 30 minutes of peace and quiet around here cuz YOU, young lady, are gonna go stand in the corner for half an hour!" Taking Tara by the hand she led her into the kitchen, positioning her firmly in the corner beside
the fridge. "You move ONE INCH from here" Megan
warned, "And you're getting another licking. PLUS I
WILL send you to bed without supper tonight, you
understand ?" "Yah, Megan, okay, okay ..." Tara
winced. The girl knew she had better obey, because
Megan WOULD make good on her threat of early bed, no
supper and other tanning if she didn't. A stray tear
dribbling down her face, Tara stood silently in the
corner and Megan padded back outside.
Christy, Denise and Megan relaxed in the back yard,
all three excited and giggly over Tara's well earned
spanking. But Christy and Denise knew they had best not get too mouthy or bratty, because the look on Megan's face made it clear that more than one licking could be dished out today if a bad attitude called for it !

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Tara the Brat - Part Two
Christy, Tara and Megan stretched out and soaked in the
blazing Texas sun. The three friends' toned and
tanned young bodies in their daring thongs would
certainly have aroused any guy who happened to catch
sight of them, including the 12 year old brat who
lived next door. The boy was even now peeking out his
bedroom window enthralled at the sight of the girls'
long legs, curvaceous forms and browned, sunwarmed
skin. Megan knew he was there, and she laciviously
wiggled her firm buttocks and lay with her legs
slightly parted in hopes of making him watch all the
harder and suffer the pangs of adolescent lust. "Let
him look!" Megan thought silently to herself. "At his
age, guys think about only ONE freakin' thing !" She
smirked and suppressed a giggle.
As Megan mused, Denise busied herself with the outdoor
grille. The girls were planning a cookout and Denise
- the only married gal of their little group - could
always add something special. Tim, her hubby,
sometimes joked Denise was a skillful in the kitchen
as she was in the bedroom, words that brought a pretty
blush to her face and evoked laughter from her
friends. "Megan, where's the dang Kingsford charcoal at?" Denise called, rousing Megan from her revere. "Oh, it's inside, I'll fetch it" Megan said, getting up and
scampering towards the kitchen door.
Pushing aside the sliding glass partition from the
patio and stepping inside, Megan stopped dead in her
demanded of Tara. Because, contrary to her order of
only 10 minutes before, the blonde, statuesque Tara
had left the corner and was halfway across the kitchen
floor, seeming to be sneaking towards the window to
peek out. "MEGAN .... I .... I .... um ..... I thought
the half hour was over ... uh ..... " Tara stammered,
desperately trying to think of an explaination for her
Megan understood it all in one glance. "WHAT did I tell you would happen, Tara?" Tara's face flushed and she stared down wordlessly. "WHAT DID I TELL YOU, TARA?" Megan demanded again, loud and stern. " said I'd get another spankin' and have to go to bed with ...without supper ...." Tara replied in
a small, meek voice. The look in Megan's eyes reminded
her of the look in her mom's eyes not so many years
ago when she was to get a taste of maternal
correction, Texas Style, and she involuntarily placed
one small, soft hand on her right butt cheek.
Megan shouted to Christy and Denise, "Hey you guys,
get on in here !" Padding into the kitchen, the two
girls immediatley understood Tara had bratilly ignored
Megan's order. Spying the old pinewood school paddle
hanging on the wall, Christy smirked and said "Hey,
Tara babe, I think maybe y'all need a little discipline like we got in school, remember that ?" Oh man, did Tara remember that day before Thanksgiving, 1992, when Miss Murphy had made her tender fanny blaze like a furnace, and she felt her stomach do a flip flop at Christy's mention of it. Megan took the heavy paddle off its hook and strode over to Tara's left, slightly behind. "Over the table, young lady!"she snapped. Tara didn't move. "SMACK!" "YEOWTCH" Tara yelped as Megan's hand crisply slapped her trimlittle ass. "I SAID OVER THE TABLE AND I MEAN RIGHT DAMN NOW !" Megan meant business. Ruefully, Tara pushed aside a lock of blonde hair and turned to bend over the table. Bending, her buttocks were thrustoutward and upwards, a lovely and erotic sight inother circumstances, but today a somber one as her twin globes were about to burn as a sacrificial offering in reparation for bad behavior.
"Denise, y'all said this here is the second
anniversary of the big paddlin' at Timpson, right?" Megan asked. "Yup" Denise replied, "They all got three
licks!" "Okay, then" Megan said, "Three licks it is!"
She tightened her grasp on the paddle's wooden handle.
"Stand with your feet further apart, Tara" she
commanded, and Tara nervously spread her legs, leavingthe most soft and fleshy regions of her fanny all the more vulnerable.
Megan lightly touched the paddle to Tara's bottom,
lining it up just as a vice principal in North Carolina once had with her at age 18. Megan swungthe paddle back. Christy, her eyes dancing, momentarily rubbed her left ankle with her big toe asshe and Denise looked on, spellbound .....
The wooden paddle cut through the air ......
Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooosh ........
THWACK !!!!!!!!!!!
OWCHIEEEEEEEE !!!!!!" Tara screamed. The hard wooden board sunk into her tan flesh with the sound and the sensation of a firecracker exploding. Her pretty eyes
teared as she tried to steel herself for what was
Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooossshhhh ....
OWWWWWW MY GAWD !!!!!!!! The punished blonde bawled as the second spank rocked her up on her toes and made her butt feel as if she'd just sat on a hot stove.
"Owowowww ..." she whimpered, near sobbing.
"I'll be good ..... "
Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooosssshhhh .....
SMACCCKKKKK !!!!!!!!!!
The old school paddle delivered a final, stinging
chastisement to the young woman's lucious backside.
She lept up, placing both hands on her reddened cheeks
and wailed "THAT HURTS SO MUCH !!!!!" then burst into
tears. Megan returned the paddle to the hook.
"What else did I warn y'all would happen, Tara?" Tara
choked back a sob. "Early bed without supper..." she
said in a little girl voice. Christy and Denise
snickered. "Just like when we were 12!" Denise
laughed. Taking Tara by the hand and accompanied by
their two friends, Megan led her to the bedroom and
pulled back the covers. "Okay, young lady, get to bed
RIGHT NOW !" delivering one last hand slap to Tara's
thigh to hurry her along. Sniffling, Tara crawled
under the covers and buried her face in the pillow,
her eyes wet with salty, hot tears.
"Tara" Megan said, "Y'all can just lay here and be hot
and hungry. I'm takin' the electric fan. You better
not get up until mornin' cuz if you do, well, you
remember the rule from when we were kids !" Tara
blushed with shame. Christy tucked her in and thought
to herself how terribly warm Tara was going to be
under those itchy blankets on his late summer afternoon
without air conditioning or even the fan to stir the
air. The three girls all wished Tara "Good night" and
left, closing the door and returning to the yard for
their cookout.
Tara lay on her tummy under the covers, her cute butt
smarting. She was hot and thirsty and her stomach rumbled with hunger. The sweltering Texas sun shone brightly into the room, and the warm breeze carried in the delicious scent of the steaks grilling outside. Tara winced at the sting, but in her heart she knew she'd earned her spankings today, both of them, and she knew what Megan had done she'd done out of friendship. The tall, shapely blonde turned slightly on her side and rubbed her sore, aching cheek with one soft hand. Yes, her backside hurt, but the hurt felt kind of good, too, in a strange and unexpected way. Tara suddenly felt very loved, and grateful to have friends like Megan, Christy and Denise.
Comforting herself, she drifted off to sleep with the
hint of a smile on her face.
THE END (_|_)

Punished Girls
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Even tho Mr G is away, I've still managed to get myself in trouble, for arguing yet again, not doing as I was told yet again and arguing/discussing I called it my punishment for arguing.
All because we were discussing buying a bit gag, and I found a pretty pink one, very cheap on Amazon. As it was from China it would take weeks to arrive.
But i ordered it as we texted each other.
Without approval.
This led on to me arguing about buying it, then I was instructed to write him a story.
I was being deliberately awkward asking if he wanted me to write it on WhatsApp oorin my notebook.
In the end he phoned me, telling me I wouldn't act this way if he was at home.
I've now been awarded with 200 lines, plus continuing with the story.
I took some pics of how my mouth pulls faces he doesn't like.

These aren't as bad as the brat looks I can do.
And yes I acted like a brat last nite and this morning.
And we still have to "discuss"my buying without approval.
I think we all know what that "discussiin" means.

83 views · 14 hours ago

I'm 18 and I feel like I'm probably the youngest person on this site aha. But anyway I'm looking to get more involved in the spanking fetish community in my area but I'm not exactly sure how to do that so if anyone has any advice please message me :)

111 views · 20 hours ago

what are your hard limits? mine are the cane, anything that causes bleeding, lack of intelligence, no sense of humor and a few others i may mention later but i want to hear what other people's are.

Punished Girls
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I don't owe anyone any explaination for what I say n do......... n I'm not lookin for pity or makin any excuses for myself.. when I'm an asshole ill own up to it.......n yes I know its quite often...but yes I have ALOT goin on in my life.... I'm not goin to disclose the biggest issue here because I just cant.. all I'm gonna say about that is its been goin on for over a yr now..... its a life or death situation ... people r in danger.. ive never felt more helpless in my life n what is goin on is on my mind so much that I swear I'm gonna totally lose it...add to that just normal every day life the cat, my partner, my job, n yes even the internet at times just gets to be a lil too much ... I don't have anyone to talk to.....not really talk to...I have my kids of course but I'm THE MOM... I'm the one that THEY have to be able to come to... I'm the one that they can depend on so I cant fall apart with them.....I have to make sure I remain strong n be their leanin post....this issue has effected us all n I pray every day.. many times a day for a solution.. a happy endin...... but I'm at that point where I don't see that happenin....... so yeah sometimes I'm funny , sometimes I'm a nag... sometimes I'm silly.. n sometimes I'm just a plain ass... bear with me , it may not get any better................

75 views · 23 hours ago

I've been wanting to meet new like minded ppl so if you want to see me live on Skype comment here and I'll send you the information.... I'll be waiting

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"Oooooooooooh ....... Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ....... Yummmmmmmmm ........." 18 year old Connie cooed and moaned, sunk deep in the straw pile in the shadows at the back of the barn. Beside her, cast carelessly on the dirt floor lay her skimpy cutoffs and halter top, her bra and panties. For Connie, breathless, had what she'd always desired: a real cowboy. Billy Bob was atop her, their bare, sweaty flesh squirming in a steaming frenzy of teenage love and lust, Connie's deep, wet itch being scratched as only a boy can do. The two teens' mounting passion built towards its climax and suddenly, deliciously, Connie felt as if the sun had exploded inside her. Her blonde hair splayed out on the hay, she threw her head back and shreiked, a high, girlish wail of desire fulfilled as the burning friction scorched like the fire of hell and transported her to the cloudy zenith of heaven. Billy Bob groaned, his tight, hard ass pounding up and down like a jackhammer as an explosion of lava erupted, making him grit his teeth and pant furiously as his body shook with more pleasure than he thought he could endure.
Perspiring, gasping and supremely sated, the two young lovers fell limply onto the soft straw, wordlessly basking in the afterglow of passion and cooling down. Since daddy had hired Billy Bob earlier in the summer, Connie had learned what it truly meant to be a woman. Yes, she'd had boyfriends, young local men she'd dated in high school, but none had ever come close to lifting her up to the screaming transports of raw sexual joy as did "Her Cowboy." Those guys were just kids, but Billy Bob was a real man, and one who knew how to make her feel like a real woman. Connie smiled and nuzzled her lover, resting her head on his broad, muscular shoulder. As the sunbaked Texas afternoon dawdled on, they drifted off to sleep.
"WHAT THE HELL ??????" Connie awoke with a start and Billy Bob sat bolt upright. Glaring down at them, his face like a stormy night, stood Connie's Daddy. "Daddy!" Connie exclaimed, trying desperately to grab her discarded clothes, her mind whirling in a thousand directions and now terrified. "BE QUIET, LITTLE GIRL" Daddy roared, dragging his naked, blushing daughter to her feet and grabbing her arm like a iron vice. "YOU, BOY, you PACK YOUR THINGS and GET OFF MY PROPERTY RIGHT DAMN NOW, YOU HEAR ME YOU WHITE TRASH PECKERWOOD ?" Billy Bob, more concerned with saving his own hide than coming to the aid of his lover, scrambled up, grabbed his jeans, boots and shirt, and beat a fast retreat from the barn and the older man's wrath. Billy Bob knew Connies daddy was a real redneck, one who'd stop at nothing to defend his old fashioned notions of a daughter's honor. "Nope, the best thing to do is grab my stuff and hit the highway for Oklahoma," he thought. Raising dust in his battered F150 he took one last glance back at the barn and wondered how Connie would try to explain things to her dad.
Before the sound of Billy Bob's truck faded down the county road, Daddy stood glowering furiously at his youngest girl. "Did your mother and me raise you to be a slut? he demanded. "Well ?" His strong arms folded, he stood awaiting an answer. "N, daddy ...." Connie stammered. "I....I'm sorry ..." "SORRY MY ASS !!!" Daddy roared. You're sorry you got CAUGHT, but you're not sorry you rolled in the hay with the damned hired help. Well, Missy, you're going to be a good bit sorrier, y'all can be sure of that !" Connie tried to back away, wishing only she could get her cutoffs and top back on, and feeling helpless and hopelessly exposed. Despite the blazing heat of the August afternoon she felt a chill. "Mom and me raised you to be a Christian" Daddy continued. Daddy was a lay deacon in the Baptist Church and Connie had accepted the lord and been baptized when she was 14. "What would Pastor Edwards think if he knew about this ? What would your mother think?" Connie was silent, shamed beyond any words of defense. She was a young woman with all the gnawing desires of young womanhood, and she had succumbed to temptation. Succumbed, and been caught. She knew what the Bible taught about sin, and she also knew what it had to say about parental correction of the young. Lord knows, Pastor Edward returned to this theme from the pulpit on many a Sunday. The minister was known as a strict disciplinarian in his own house, and it was rumored even his pretty, 30ish wife Anne was not immune to an occasional trip across her husband's knee.
Now, in the silence of the sweltering barn, Connie heard the sound she dreaded most: the metallic clink of Daddy's belt buckle and the whooshing sound it made and he quickly pulled it out of the belt loops on his work pants. She looked up, imploringly, but what she saw was a look of grim determination on Daddy's face and the brown leather belt, doubled over and hanging in his right hand like a rattler poised to strike. It happened in a heartbeat. Connie's dad, a large, well built man toughened by years of outdoor work, grasped his 120 pound daughter and forced her gently but firmly down on the very hay bales where only a short while before she and Billy Bob had squirmed and kicked, enjoying each others young, well toned bodies. "DADDDDYYYYYYYYY !!!!!!" the girl wailed, hoping somehow to avert her well earned chastisement. "I'M 18 ! PLEASE DON'T !" Daddy said nothing, but swung the heavy leather belt over his right shoulder. Connie tensed, trying to ready herself for what he hadn't experienced in over a year. The sweat trickled down her face and she sobbed in shame and self pity. The belt whooshed down ........

Punished Girls
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CRACK !!!!!!!! Connie screamed, this time not in ecstacy but in agony. The tough leather bit into the girl's soft ass and stung as if she'd been bitten by a scorpion. WHACK ! SMACK ! THWACK ! Over and over the rawhide belt impacted the teen's quiverring, reddening cheeks as she twisted, cried and wailed out her pain and humiliation. "DADDDDDDYYYYYYY PLEASE ..... PLEASE ! I WON'T DO IT ANYMORE ........ !!!!!!" But Daddy was relentless. As the father of three daughters, he knew only too well that a girl will promise anything to stop a sound spanking once it has started. And, though Connie's cries hurt his heart, he knew where his fatherly duty lay and raised the belt again .... WHACK !!!! CRACK !!!!! THWACK !!!!!! Across Connie's ass cheeks the belt burned angry red weals, and then seared across the backs of her legs as she howled. A gush of salty tears streamed down her face and her entire backside scorched as if she'd sat down on a hot stove. "I'M SORRRRYYYYYY !!!!!!!" Her cries startled some robins in the apple tree outside, and they took off in a flock, seeming to follow Billy Bob down the road. Then, at last, the punishing agony ended.
Connie, shaken by the pain and nearly hoarse from crying, was allowed to stand. "Get dressed" Daddy told her. "I won't tell mom what happened today, but you had BETTER NOT EVER do this again, you understand ?" The meaning of her dad's words were clear: lovemaking belonged in marriage and not in a sordid trist between two kids in the haypile. Connie nodded. Daddy refastened his belt and looked into his daughter's eyes. "I'm sorry I had to do this, honey" he told her, "But sometimes the 'Rod of Correction' is needed even at your age." Connie, hurriedly pulling on her cutoffs, was afraid she'd burst out crying again if she tried to speak, so remained quiet. "Y'all can get to your chores later" Daddy continued, knowing that some of Connie's friends were coming over that afternoon. And with that, he turned and went back to the house, closing the screen door quietly behind him.
Connie was walking across the soft, sunwarmed grass behind the house when a cardoor out front let her know Tara, Christy and Denise had arrived. Similarly attired in shorts or cutoffs with halters or T tops, Connie's three high school friends appeared from beside the house, one carrying a 12 pack of Pepsi. As they fell into conversation, the three other girls immediately sensed something was wrong, and Connie blurted out the truth. "Oh my GAWD!" Tara gasped, feeling a sympathetic twang of pain at hearing of Connie's belt whuppin' only minutes before. Tara, Christy and Denise all knew the feeling on their own daddies' belts on their curvy young rumps, and all four girls had also felt the sting of the paddle in school. Their own chastisements, and those of friends and enemies, were now and again the topic of discussion between them, and the whole subject of spankin' 17 or 18 year olds seemed kind of funny ... just so long as THEY weren't the 17 or 18 year olds being spanked. Be that as it may, however, the girls had grown up in a small rural town in east Texas where sore fannies at home and school were just a part of life that had to be accepted.
"Come on" Christy said, "Let's go on up to your room and hang out, watch CMT." The four girls padded upstairs and Connie sat down gingerly on her bed, moving her stuffed teddy bear to one side. Tara went into the bathroom and returned moments later with a bottle of aloe vera cream. "Roll over" she told Connie, who, understanding what her friend was about to do, rolled on her tummy and hiked down her cutoffs and frilly panties, revealing two bright red butt cheeks. Denise whistled. "Ohhhh, man" Christy said, "Girl, that's GOTTA hurt !" The three felt genuinely sorry for their friend. Taking a bit of lotion on her palm, Tara gently massaged Connie's fanny, slowly rubbing away some of the heat and lingering sting. One final, small tear dribbled from her eye, but Tara's hand felt so good and soothing, and she felt comforted and good having her three gal pals with her right now: they all knew what this was like, too, and being real friends were glad to help her through it.
Connie's backside hurt less when she pulled up her cutoffs and then sat on the edge of the bed. Gretchen What's-Her-Name was belting out "Redneck Girls Like Me" on the TV when Christy smiled and reached for her backpack. "Um, ladies?" Christy giggled, "I got somethin' here to go with that Pepsi and I'll bet it'll help Connie feel better, too!" Christy drew out a pint bottle of Jack Daniels. "WOW" Denise squealed, "Where the heck did ya get THAT ?" Christy laughed. "I found the key to my dad's liquor cabinet... he'll never miss it !" Cautiously, giggly, enjoying their forbidden fruits and ever so careful not to let Connie's mom or dad discover their partaking of adult beverages, the four teens had a fun couple of hours. Tara suggested that weekend they drive on into Foat Wuth cuz she knew of a big party going on Saturday night. Connie seconded that and, forgetting the now fading sting in her nether regions, said "Hell yea ! Maybe we'll meet some real cowboys !!!"

101 views · 1 days ago

I thought I would try some photos of me wearing my Basque, I love the colour purple.

I do feel sexy in it.

And I do like taking pictures in the garden, I'm not bothered if anyone sees.

Wanted to go into the driveway and take a selfie leaning against Mr G's Porsche but I didn't have the nerve to do that.

118 views · 1 days ago

brand spankin' new Speedo's - boys size 24

Punished Girls
150 views · 1 days ago

I apologize for yesterday... Take it or leave it...

174 views · 1 days ago

Both Barb and Nicole had been at their desks, heads down, waiting to go to the principal's office at 2:00 O'Clock to see Mr. Erickson when Mrs. Woolsley arrived to escort them down. She was a tall woman in her early thirties, pretty in a severe sort of way except when she smiled.
Today she wasn't smiling.
"Come with me" she said, leading them to the Girls' Washroom. Once inside, she told them both to pull down their cutoffs. Puzzled, they obeyed. After a quick inspection she told them to pull their pants back up. "Some girls get hold of an extra pair of panties or two and put them on so the paddle won't hurt quite as much," she explained as they accompanied her downstairs to Mr. Erickson's office.
At that point Nicole began to sob.
"There's no use crying now," Mrs. Woolsley said sharply. "In a few minutes Mr. Erickson is going to give you something worth crying about with the paddle!"
Nicole sniffed and rubbed her eyes.
Nicole had gone in first because she hadn't cut class, which meant that she was only going to get five licks. Barb waited outside on the hard wooden bench under the portrait of Governor Wendell Anderson. Millie, Mr. Erickson's secretary, glanced over at her and gave her a superior little smirk.
Millie was in her early twenties and was pretty in a cheap sort of way. Now married, she had been a student at Gopher Prairie High School and had come back to work for Mr. Erickson. She was known throughout the campus for her short, tight skirts and it was rumored that she still made out with some of the Senior boys.
Mr. Erickson's door was closed but she could hear muffled voices from behind it. Unable to make out what was being said, she could tell that Nicole had started crying again.
"Do you have to pee?" Millie asked suddenly. Barb looked up, surprised, and then shook her head "no." "Cause when you get that first lick you'll wet your panties for sure if you do," Millie said.
"It's all right," Barb said quietly.
"I got corporal punishment like three times when I was here, so I know," Millie confided.
"Did.....did it hurt?" Barb asked with uncertainty, feeling her knees begin to tremble.
"Like sittin' on a hot stove," Millie answered. "My mom used to give me the switch all the time but that was nothin' compared to the paddle when Mr. Erickson spanks you."
All at once there was a sharp, smacking sound from behind the door and Barb heard Nicole cry out, then sob:
"One....thank you, sir!"
It had been nearly three months ago and Barb had stayed after school to help her pretty, dark haired Home Room teacher, Ms. Bakke, clean up after art class. When they were finished, Barb had to go to the Girls' Washroom before heading home. It was nearly 4:00 and she had a lot of homework, so she hurried down the hall and entered the bathroom rather quickly.
She'd been astonished to find Kimberly Olson, a beautiful blonde girl, standing with her back to the large wall mirrior, her jeans and panties in a muddle at her feet, glancing over her shoulder at her bare bottom, which was completely red and appeared slightly swollen in places. Kimberly had tears running down her face. When she saw Barb she quickly pulled up her jeans and panties.
"I....I thought everyone had gone home..."
"What HAPPENED to you ??"
"I got paddled by Mr. Erickson. For smoking."
"Oh my god !! How many did you get ?"
"Five," Kimberly had said, beginning to cry again.
"Did they hurt ?"
"Jesus Christ, " Kimberly had sobbed. "They hurt like crazy. I'm not gonna be able to sit down in class tomorrow."
"I'm sorry", Barb had said. "I really am."
"Just don't tell anybody," Kimberly begged. "I don't want everybody to know that I got a spankin'."
"I won't say a word," Barb had promised. "Thanks," Kimberly had said. " I gotta go." Obviously embarrassed, Kimberly had left quickly. The rest of the afternoon Barb hadn't been able to get the memory of Kimberly's red, sore bottom out of her mind.
"You'd better get yourself ready," Millie whispered urgently. "They're almost through with your friend."
THWACK! came the sound from inside Mr. Erickson's office. Nicole howled and then managed to sob: "F-five....Th-thank you, sir!"
"I sure don't envy you," Millie said in a low, conspiratorial voice, "gettin' ten."
Just then the door marked Principal Oscar Erickson opened and Nicole hurried out, her face red and wet with tears. She was rubbing her bottom through the material of her cutoff jeans with one hand and wiping her face with the other. She glanced at Barb and then left the outer office.
Mrs. Woolsley stood in the open doorway. "Come in please, Barbara."
Feeling scared and queasy, Barb stood up. Her knees were weak and she knew her hands would tremble if she didn't keep them at her side.
She walked inside the Principal's office. Ms. Bakke, her home room teacher, sat on Mr. Erickson's leather couch. She seemed sorry for Barb and looked like she didn't want to be there. Mr. Erickson stood by his desk. He had taken his jacket off and his right shirtsleeve was rolled partway up his forearm.
On his desk lay the wooden school paddle which wasn't as big as she had imagined it. Made of pine, it was perhaps 18" in length and had black electrician's tape wrapped around the handle.
"You and Nicole left campus during school hours without permission," Mrs. Woolsley said disapprovingly. "Nicole had a free period but you cut class, young lady, which doubles the seriousness of your offense. Just the fact that this happens to be summer school doesn't mean that the normal rules are relaxed, you must have understood that!"
"Barb," Mr. Erickson said patiently. "You don't know how much I dislike having to administer this kind of discipline, but you broke two very important school rules and District policy is clear about what your punishment has to be."

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Barb felt herself blushing furiously. She started at the carpet, not daring to look at the handsome,40ish principal who had always been her friend and confidant.
"Five licks with the paddle for leaving campus....and five more for ditching class. I'm sorry this has to be done, but its for your own good because we care about you. And the sooner we get started, the sooner it'll be over with," Mr. Erickson continued.
"Each time Mr. Erickson gives you a spank with the paddle," Ms. Bakke said quietly, "You'll have to count out the lick and then say 'thank you, sir.' That's all part of your discipline. Do you understand?"
"Y...yes, ma'am, " Barb said, feeling tears beginning to form in her throat.
"Mrs. Woolsley and Ms. Bakke are here to act as witnesses, " Mr. Erickson explained. "Minnesota state policy requires that whenever a student is spanked two witnesses must be present."
"Yes, sir," Barb answered, still staring at the carpet, flushed. She wished he would start and get it over with before she burst into tears.
"All right, young lady, bend over and grab your ankles, " Mr. Erickson said, picking up the paddle.
Barb turned around and assumed the position, hands clutching her ankles, her bottom up in the air.
"Ready?" Mr. Erickson asked.
"I...I guess so" Barb replied, closing her eyes and clenching her teeth. She wondered if Millie was listening and secretly laughing at her predicament.
Owwwwwwww Barb gasped involuntarily, then: "One. Thank you, sir."
The paddle had cut across her bottom like fire. She felt the hot, salty tears begin to well up in her eyes.
She caught her breath. "Two, thank you, sir," she managed to blurt
"Three, thank you, sir, " Barb cried, openly sobbing now.
"Four, thank you, sir, " she said, barely able to get the words out. How could she endure six more ? Her slightly plump bottom was raw and hot and sore. It felt like the skin of her cheeks was sticking to the thin, worn denim of her cutoffs.
"Five. Oh, it hurts.... OWowwww.....Thank you, sir, "
"Six.....Th-thank you, sir..."
She thought about begging him to stop, but she knew in her heart that it would do no good.
The wooden paddle smacked into Barb's quivering bottom with the sound and the sensation of a 4th of July firecracker exploding.
"Seven," she sobbed, "Ooooooooo, it stings... so much, sir. "
"Eight, " Barb moaned, her face wet with tears, her fingers pressing into the skin of her bare ankles. Her entire being seemed to be centered on her searing, tender bottom. "Th-thank you, s-sir."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......" the girl gasped, fighting the urge to stand up and clutch her bottom.
"N- n- nine. Thank y-you... sir."
God! Just one more. She wondered if she had wet her panties.
"YEOWWCH!!" Barb yelped before stammering out "T-ten, thank you, sir. "
Somehow she had made it through her paddling.
"Okay, Barb, you can stand up now, " Mr. Erickson said.
Barb stood up and cupped the cheeks of her bottom, throbbing and red hot even through the denim.
Mr. Erickson had laid his paddle back down on his desk and was rebuttoning his shirtsleeve.
"Would you like a tissue? " Ms. Bakke asked sympathetically. She shook her head, raising one hand to her face to wipe away a tear. She knew she wouldn't be able to sit down and was almost looking forward to the ten minute walk home, glad that she hadn't driven
to school this morning.
"I hope this has taught you a good lesson, Barb, " Mr. Erickson said, not unkindly.
"Yes, sir, it sure has," Barb replied ruefully, continuing to massage her aching bottom.
"I'll be calling your mom about this, "Mr. Erickson told her.
" you....have to? " Barb asked, crying.
"Yes, I'm afraid so, "he said.
"Can...can I go home now, please?" Barb asked.
"Yes," Mr. Erickson told her. "Of course, you still have one hundred minutes of detention to serve. You can start that tomorrow."
"Yes, sir, " Barb said.
"And, Barb ? I hope that I never have to use this paddle on you ever again, " Mr. Erickson told her, a warning note in his voice.
"No, sir," Barb answered, choking back more tears.
She said goodbye to the three of them then crossed back through the outer office, not looking at Millie who busied herself typing.
She went to her locker, got her books, and started towards home wondering how she would explain what happened to her mom and dad.
Once outside, the girl slipped off her sandals and thought to herself how nice the sun warmed pavement and tickly, dry grass felt in contrast to the red hot soreness still making her buttocks throb.
She knew that the first thing she would do when she got home would be to lock herself in the bathroom, take down her cutoffs and panties and see just how red her bottom really was.
As Barb sobbed softly into her pillow late, late that wet and thundering night, her right hand gave her solace. One particular nether region seemed to cry out for more solace as she concentrated on the fading sting of her paddling and remembered Kimberly Olson's red bottom.

Punished Girls
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I love wearing bodytights! Especially for punishment spankings! I just bought some new bodytights and I tried on my new tan bodytights and I loved the look and feel of it! I had to tell my spanker that I needed a spanking in my new tan bodytights right away! I was able to get a nice hard spanking! I hope you will all enjoy seeing me getting my spanking in tan bodytights! When I put them on they looked so good and felt so amazing that I wanted to get a hard spanking immediately! I really like my new tan bodytights! I also got pink, beige, and a new black one also!

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Amor Omnia Vincit
~ er ~
Mummsy Wummsy Thumps Sugarlump!

(Note: certain names were changed t' protect th' guilty)

Svenskarnas Dag, Dean wuz fifteen,
th' farm beheld this raucous scene:
Dean's big sis Jill, betrothed t' Jack,
ignored her chores an' sassed Mom back.
Jill, feelin' lazy, waxed quite rude
an' showed one saucy attitude.
Jill licked a chocolate ice cream treat,
in Wranglers, NASCAR tee, bare feet.
Mom scolded, "Girl, hop t' it now!"
Yet Jill, with giggle an' arched brow,
quipped: "Damn it, Mom, don't nag at me!
I'm all grown up. Hell, I ain't three!"
'Twas then Jill learnt, eighteen er no,
that, yep, athwart Mom's knee she'd go!
('round here folks said, this twernt no fun,
"Yer Just-A-Kid 'til Twenty One.")
Jill yelped an' tossed her rich waves brown
as Mom yanked jeans an' panties down,
an' deftly answered Jill's wisecracks
with that danged hairbrush: ten good *SMACKS!*
Dean didn't pause t' ponder why
sweet Sis would squirm, kick, squeal an' cry,
'cause Mom's thick antique maple brush
betimes had made his young tush blush!
Jill wiped away a salty tear,
leapt up an' rubbed scorched chubby rear.
Ya see what spankin's all about
in wet blue eyes an' blushin' pout.
T' make stuff worse Mom, ornery, said:
"Go brush yer teeth an' GIT t' bed!"
an' *SNAPPED!* her fingers. So, that's why
one steamin' evenin' 'fore July,
denied her supper, Jill would lie
abed unfed an' roast in heat
from scaldin' Sol an' red beet seat!
Next mornin', when Jill told Jack that,
Jack laughed, "Dear heart, don't play th' brat!"
Jill so felt th' naughty daughter,
shamed an' shocked by what sass brought her.
Tho she did not know it yet,
that "Time o' Month" she'd truly get
a greater shock. Like all her kin,
Jill's Christian, too. She's Born Again!
Whilst Scripture chides us ne'er t' sin,
'pon th' haypile unwed lovin'
left a wee bun in Jill's oven!
Jill's rump's plump, yet nine months later?
Tummy's round like some boiled tater!
Mom's love caused Jill's chastened rump,
an' Jack's love caused Jill's Belly Bump!
Yo, kids? That happens when ya'll hump,
an' bed springs squeak an' headboards thump!
Ya know Faith Lutheran, Gopher Prairie?
'Twas th' spot them two would marry.
Pastor Jenson called th' Banns
in Sunday's hot air, stirred by fans,
unitin' them two redneck clans
as both kids glowed with joyous plans.
Our lovers in a fortnight wed,
an' I applaud th' life they've led.
Near four years on, th' ol' homestead's
still home t' two like newlyweds!

Punished Girls
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After almost what seemed like hours, the sound of the front door slamming, and what sounded like three voices, startled the young man out of his sorrowful consideration of his situation. Not being even able to yell, from the gag in his mouth, he nervously waited, hoping that the mailman would NOT come into the room. A moment later, those hopes were dashed, as the door opened in the mirror. Three heads looked in, and the two men, one of whom was a stranger, and a woman with spiky hair, startled him, with what looked like overeager leers at his bottom. They all smiled, and the woman started to laugh. She said to the men. "Let me have him first. I don't want his bottom spoiled for me". The two men left, chuckling to themselves. The woman, dressed in leather that looked real, and dark black, walked into the room, and placed her hand, with long red nails on his bottom.

Smiling, she leaned over to his ear, and said smoothly "Do you know that I do with nice young meat like yours?". Shaking his head, he could only struggle against the bonds. As he watched, she placed her gym bag on the floor, and heard the zipper slide slowly open. As his eyes grew large, he saw a long, black rubber dildo, on a harness, placed on the table. And then, a long whippy tawse came out next. As he watched, she smilingly placed the harness around her hips, and made it fast and tight. Watching her walk around him, the black dildo bobbed menacingly, and she reached into her bag, and brought out a tube of lube. As she watched his arching eyes go wider, she applied the lube all along what looked to be almost a foot of rubber. Now realizing what would happen, he shook violently in his ties, which only made her laugh.

Fetching her tawse, she walked around his face, and rubbed the tip of the dildo in his face, and reached over, and lashed his bottom, right in the middle, with the tawse. As his eyes filled with tears from the pain, his nose felt the hard rubber pressing against his mouth. He kept it closed.

She laughed. "O.K. don't want to make it slick?. Then we'll just get this over with". She walked right behind his bottom, and while leaning forward, pressing the knob up against his bottom, she started whipping his back. As his back screamed from the abuse, he felt the knob sink into the first ring of his bottom, and as he moaned and started to sob, she entered him with half of the dildo. Pressing harder, she forced each inch of that black rubber cock up his virgin ass, and moaned as she realized his ass was untouched. With a full thrust, she rammed it home, making his cheeks split wide open. With the tawse, as she withdrew the dildo on the backstroke, she would whip the tawse up and around his thighs. Reaching with the long leads, to his cock and balls, she started grinding her hips, making each powerful stroke count, and making a cross hatch of stripes on his upturned and thoroughly raped bottom.

As she humped and whipped his bottom, his mind went into a space where he never knew it could. His hips started pushing back against the nasty intrusion. Suddenly, as her moans started keening, he felt a further thrust inside of him, and his cock, started to spurt without his control. She laughed, and reached around and moved her spiked glove hand on his member, squeezing every last drop out. As she withdrew from his bottom, he almost collapsed from sheer exhaustion.

Standind behind him now, she raised the tawse, and counting them all out, laid 50 more lashes across his bottom, with the long strands catching his now gaping hole. As his mind went blank, his whole body raged with pain, and slowly, he sank into oblivion. His body was being ravaged, but his mind escaped.

The last thing he heard, consciously, was her voice. "Now you are ready for Big Tom, and Don". Her heard her derisive laughter as she went out the door. His bottom was a shambles, with his hole feeling like a truck had come down a wrong way street. The clock ticking on the wall made him dread another minute, but the door, slightly ajar, stayed in position.

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This is a story that i wrote and am now republishing. 50/50 real and fantasy. Hope you enjoy it.
Based on 1st time event in L.A. @ age of 22.

When I opened the mail that afternoon, after returning from my engineer's job, I had no idea what might be instore for me. The unstamped, hand written envelope, said. Photo inside. Do not bend. I opened it. Inside was a photo of me, sunning in the back yard, idly caressing myself, lazily. I tore open the envelope, and a note dropped out. Picking it up gingerly, I read, with rising surprise this missive:


I see you can now be aware, that your back yard antics are captured in my telephoto lens. I have many more of these, and if you want them back, with the negatives, you will be at my house, tomorrow(Friday) night, at 8 pm sharp. We will negotiate a fair arrangement. I don't want money.

Don the Mailman

My mind raced. This was the smarmy guy that lived at the end of the cul de sac, just down the road. And, his upper deck had a good view of our backyard pool. At first, I thought, no biggie. I would go over there, and see what he had to say, and then maybe shove a hundred at him.

The rest of the week raced by. I almost forgot the appointment. But at 8 o'clock sharp, I knocked on his door. It opened promptly, and there was Don boy, in cutoffs. He smiled, handed me a beer, and said "Come On in". We can settle this like men, right?

So, I walked over to his table, and he had some cards spread out. Want to play five hands of poker, winner take all? He asked.

Sure, hiding my smirk, knowing how good I was at poker. We played four hands. Broke even, two and two. On the final hand, he looked at me hard, and said "This is for all the bananas. The photos and negs are yours, IF you win this hand". What I did not know is that when we switched to tequila and beers, is that my tolerance was not that good. So, after a few rounds of bluffing, calls, and raises, the die was cast.

I turned up Kings over tens. Don had a full house.

So, with a weird smile on his lips, he said.."You've been a good sport. Just go in the back room, behind that brown door, and the photos and negs are in an envelope right on my weight bench". I'll be here when you get back.

So, with no regard for anything, and a slight buzz on my head and face, I got up, walked to the back room, and sure enough, there they were. I leaned over, the bench, since the envelope had fallen on the floor on the other site. As I reached for the envelope, I heard a noise behind me.

Half turning, I saw Don smiling right behind me. His strong arms pinned me to the weight bench, as my legs kicked furiously. He just sat on my back, and took my hands, and pinned them behind my back, painfully forcing them up high. He leaned over, and said "Just calm down. You are going to get what you deserve."

My mind raced. What I deserve? What is that supposed to mean. While I was kicking and wriggling, under his weight, I felt his hands wrap a loose rope around my wrists. Quickly my hands were pulled over my head, and tied together to the hook on the wall over the weight bench. Turning quickly, he leaned over, and grabbing each of my ankles in turn, he tied each of them to the leg of the bench.

Stepping up, he looked at me, tied to the bench, and made a few adjustment. Then with my face down to the bench, his hands moved over my bottom. I started to protest, but as soon as my mouth opened, he shoved some of his briefs into my mouth, and tied it off with a rope. I struggled, but the ropes held me tight.

He leaned over to my ear. Patrique, today is the day you pay for your sins. I am going to whip your ass, and have you for my boy tonight. So, you might as well relax.

As I struggled with the ropes, I heard a laugh behind me. Don pushed his hand up under my waist, and with a quick twist(did not know mail men could be that strong) unsnapped my tennis shorts, unizipped them, and pulled and tugged on them, until they were spread wide between my thighs. "Tch..tch. Can't have these in the way, now can we?" I watched in the workout mirror on the wall, in rising horror, as Don pulled a long knife from the drawer, and proceeded to cut the tennis shorts off of me. I watched as the 60 dollar shorts, were shredded and piled loose on the floor. Don smiled, and with the knife edge along my thighs, did the same thing with my briefs, and held them up on the knifepoint, for me to see.

I could feel the cool air on my now naked bottom, and my wriggling and struggles only intensified. Don would have none of that. Stepping close to my legs, he aimed his large hand at my bottom, and applied 25 strokes on each cheek, with the intenstity only getting higher with each stroke. My bottom exploded in pain and heat, and he picked up his digital camera, and took five shots of my now reddened bottom. My breathing was becoming ragged, from the exertion of trying to get free.

Don smiled. "Patrique, You may be more than I can handle on my own". With that, he took out a paddle from the drawer, raised it high, and with a solemn cadence, applied 30 more strokes right across the tender underside of my cheeks. My eyes teared up from the pain. He just laughed.

"I will be going out for some 'supplies' for a little while. While I am gone, I have a surprise for you". As I watched him in the mirror, I saw a cabinet open, and inside where canes, tawses, leather straps, and a pickle jar, which looked completely out of place. Leaving the door open just enough so I could see all the tools, he picked up the pickle jar, opened the lid, and extracted some sort of root.

Stepping up to my lets, he pushed my cheeks apart, and with only the oil from the root, pressed it firmly into my bottom. As it pushed deeply into me, I felt a sudden warmth, then a searing heat.

Don laughed. "That is my special root, from the ginger tree". "It has been steeping in a special oil of horse liniment". So, when I return, your bottom ought to be nice and tender and ready. Patting me on my cheeks, he turned, and closed the door.

As soon as I heard the door close, I started to do two things. First, to try to push that root out of my bottom. No matter how I tried, the shape seemed to keep it plugged deep inside, where the intensity of the burn was only becoming moreso. As each minute went by, the burn inside my bottom, was matched by the burn on my cheeks. My situation seemed hopeless. I waited, breathing raggedly through the gag in my mouth.