Spanking stories about naughty girls, strict women, and kinky couples
“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
Dear discipline diary… First off, I hate you. You’re stupid and I wish you didn’t exist. The only reason I’m writing in you right now is because daddy is being a big, mean asshole. It’s bad enough I have to get punished when he comes home but the fact that he makes me write about … Continue reading The Discipline Diary
Continued from Over the Nanny's Knee, Part 1 and Part 2 Going over Nancy’s lap for a spanking ended up being every bit as uncomfortable and embarrassing as I thought it would be. And I would have said that even if she hadn’t made me open up all of the windows, but that obviously made … Continue reading Over the Nanny’s Knee, Part 3
This story is a continuation of Over the Nanny's Knee It was Friday afternoon. Standing in the corner of Nancy’s room, holding a big wooden spoon in my hands with my pants and underwear at my ankles wasn’t exactly my idea of a good time, but there I was. I had followed her instructions to the … Continue reading Over the Nanny’s Knee Part 2
Good evening young man, I’m assuming you’re reading this in the evening since that’s typically when naughty little perverts like yourself go on the internet to get themselves off. Don’t try to deny it. I know exactly what you’ve been doing…reading erotica and having inappropriate fantasies about women or men that you have no business … Continue reading Your Final Warning…
Nancy Hall was only five years older than me when she started her job as our new nanny. Well, she wasn’t my nanny, per se. I was already grown and starting college. But I had three much younger siblings and my parents were gone on business so often that they needed someone to look after … Continue reading Over the Nanny’s Knee
There was a knock at the door and Joshua’s blood pressure rose immediately. He looked over the room for the third time since he had finished getting it ready. Everything was perfect. He took a deep breath. The knocking sounded again, this time louder. He scurried for the doorknob. “Hi! Come right in!” he said … Continue reading Spanking and Submission
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
“Oh no, it didn’t go through,” she said, looking down at the register. It took me a second to respond. In trying not to get lost in my favorite pair of blue eyes, I had become distracted by the barista behind her, and her luscious, denim-covered derrière. “Oh ok,” I said. “Should I pull out?” … Continue reading Blonde Roast: A bad barista is punished and pleasured
A first person account by Katie K. The one thing I’ll never forget about living in the Larsons’ house was the wooden paddle that hung on a nail in the downstairs hallway. It was about a foot long, an inch thick, light brown, and oval-shaped with a small handle on top. It was well-made but … Continue reading Coming Home
A Tender Moon 