“Good afternoon, Ma’am. Do you know why I pulled you over?” asked the officer, looking down at his subject with an air of callous authority. The young woman gave a grimaced smile and scrunched her shoulders to her ears. “Was it because I wasn’t wearing any panties?” The officer’s brooding gaze broke into embarrassed laughter. … Continue reading Crime and Punishment
The punishments at my house were given in 4 varieties: 3, 6, 12, or 24 strokes with Daddy’s thick leather belt, always on the bare butt, always given very hard, always in the same position: bent over, hands at your ankles, legs straight. Breaking position or being uncooperative once was forgiven with a warning. Twice … Continue reading The House Rules
Rebecca sat on Mark's bed and waited for him to come home from soccer practice. On Tuesday nights her mom had bible study at her friend's house, and her dad was away on a work trip for the week. The opportunity couldn't have come at a better time. She licked her lips, and smiled deviously … Continue reading Rebecca’s Revenge, Part 2
Rebecca closed her locker, and looked anxiously up at the clock as it struck noon. In only ten minutes she was expected in the dean’s office, and typically a summons to see the dean only meant one thing. She looked dejectedly at the piece of paper in her hand. It was marked with her Calculus … Continue reading Rebecca’s Revenge, Part 1
The doorbell sounds and I quickly dry my hands at the sink. I rush to the door, and open it. My heart quickens as I see you - a familiar face draped by curly brown hair flowing down to meet a green blouse. But your smile… It’s different: timid, reserved. Your hands rest … Continue reading What Are Friends For?
Thomas hung his head as he plodded on along the dirt path toward the large oak tree that stood ominously behind the main house. In his right hand he held a thick strap made of brown leather. In his left hand was a piece of paper, folded carefully in half. As the mid … Continue reading The Whipping Tree
Note: This story is part 3 in a series but reads just fine on its own without any knowledge of the previous stories. Enjoy! Act 1: There is a cool October afternoon from years ago that sticks out in my memory. I was walking home from school with a heavy backpack full of textbooks. I … Continue reading A Lesson in Obedience, Part 3
F/m spanking, no sex By the time I reached the top of the stairs the usual chip on my shoulder had given way to sweaty palms, and a knot in my stomach. I was now nothing more than a helpless, naughty boy who had been sent off to await discipline. I normally would have been … Continue reading A Lesson in Obedience, Part 2