The Romance of Chastisement

The Romance of Chastisement

Friday, September 21, 2012

The Spanking Games

This is a novella that is now up in the Amazon Kindle bookstore and is available for purchase for only $0.99. Such a deal! Those who are familiar with my work may recognize it as a re-edited version of an older work of mine, well known by some, and that is why I'm practically giving it away.

The link to Amazon is here. And here is what it's about:
   
What would you do for ten thousand dollars? A struggling actress is given an opportunity for a large payday and all she has to do to earn it is to participate in a game. The game is a variation of hide-and-seek, a hunt in the woods, and she is among several young, athletic women who have been offered ten thousand dollars to be "prey" for the hunters. Sounds easy. The catch? There are forfeits to be paid by the losers of the game and the forfeits will be humiliating and painful. Public spankings will be administered to some. For others, lots will be drawn to determine their fates. Those forfeits will include formal public punishments administered by a professional disciplinarian with implements and apparatus reminiscent of the 17th century including stocks, whipping posts and the birch rod. Against this backdrop Cindy Morgan, a young actress, meets Mark Hudson, a handsome and curious thrill seeker drawn to the game for reasons he does not fully understand. A romantic attraction quickly develops between the two, but Cindy is conflicted. She is drawn to Mark, but fears the fate that would befall her as one of the captured "foxes." Can she have it both ways? Let the games begin!                                         
                 

                                           

Monday, September 17, 2012

Souvenir Shop

You see them in resort towns, you see them in areas where tourists go, like the Smoky Mountains or any seashore town. They are these chintzy tourist trap shops that sell, for lack of a better description, tacky crap. But they also sell these little cedar paddles with cute sayings on them. And you have to wonder---who buys them? And for what purpose? As our story today illustrates, they may even hold a fascination for the merchants who sell them.




                     The Souvenir Shop

I've always been drawn to those souvenir and novelty shops. You know the kind. They can be found in any tourist area. They sell absolute crap--coffee cups, wooden plaques, Indian moccasins(genuine...right), postcards with lots of potty humor on them, etc. But what really draws me to these places are the paddles. These things are small and medium sized wooden paddles that are made for one purpose only: spanking. You know this because it says so right on the paddle. "Board of Education" says one with a picture of a boy and girl bending over grabbing their ankles. Another proudly proclaims: "for the cute l'il dear with the bare behind"---whew! bare behind yet! Others I've seen say "Heat for the Seat", "Attitude Adjuster", "Texas Tailblazer" (naturally, the Texas one is bigger than the others).

Who buys these things? Inquiring minds want to know! Is it frazzeled parents on vacation with whining kids in the back seat ( "you see what your dad just bought? another word out of either of you and we use it right now!") Or could it be honeymoon couples? ( "Sue Ellen, you promised to love honor and obey, an' iff'n you don't, I got just the thing here for that cute behind of yours.")angry wife, perhaps? ("Harry, the next time you sneak off to go fishin' I'm going to warm your fanny with this!")

 I had always been fascinated by spanking. Although I wasn't raised in a spanking household(with a few notable exceptions), lots of my friends were, and I revelled in their tales of spankings and whippings--the gritty details of who got it, and why, and how it got dished out. What did he/she use? a belt? a switch? did you have to take down your pants? how many licks? Wow, you mean Cathy got it on the bare? and you saw it? I'd hear stuff like: "Mrs Jones made the whole 6th grade line up and bend over and she went down the line and paddled everybody one at a time--you shoulda heard everybody bawlin'--she paddles hard!"

 So by the time I was in my teens spanking was fully engrained in my psyche as a highly erotic thing. I had even spanked a few girlfriends--just horsing around, you know, but it always gave me such a woody. I would see John Wayne spank some starlet in a TV movie and go around hard for days. I think some of my girlfriends actually liked it because afterwards the petting got hotter.

 One of my first jobs (at age 23) had me traveling by car in the South. I had to travel a lot of back roads to small towns that weren't on the interstate. As I said, these souvenir shops are all over any place where there is any kind of tourist attraction. In rural Northern Alabama there are some mountains and there are caves--thus there is maw an' paw in the station wagon with the kids, there are motels and cottages for honeymooners, and..... there are souvenir shops.

On this particular afternoon I was done for the day looking for a motel, but it was early, so I was also killing time. I had noticed one of those shops coming up on the highway and decided to check it out. It was a pretty big one, all wood ( a log cabin type) with a wide wooden porch. I was the only car in the parking lot. It was hot and it was the middle of the week so I guess that explains why it seemed to be a slow day.

I walked in and looked around. At first there seemed to be no one there, but then a voice from the back told me to come on in. The owner of the cheery voice was a very attractive woman of about 35 or so with dark hair and blue eyes. She was wearing tight white shorts and a denim shirt that had been tied at the midriff to make it a halter top. She was about 5'8" and had long athletic looking legs, a slim waist and a firm high-set pair of breasts that strained against the confines of her top. To my young eyes she was (for an "older" woman) quite a dish.

She smiled and asked me if I was looking for anything in particular and I said "no". She told me to browse all I wanted, but to holler if I needed help. As I said thanks and she turned to walk away, my eyes were drawn to her full, round bottom encased in the cotton shorts. The cut of her panties was clearly visible through the thin material, and her rear cheeks gave a sexy little wiggle as she walked.

I browsed around looking here and there and finally spotted the paddles wedged in next to the cedar "home sweet home" plaques and the corncob pipes. There were a lot of them! There were all the types I had seen before and many I hadn't. I never had actually bought one of these things, but for some reason that afternoon I decided to do just that. I was busy examining all the different texts on the paddles when I heard that voice behind me again. She startled me and I jumped . She laughed and apologized and then asked me if I liked the toy paddles. Yes, I said, and I was thinking of getting one for my girlfriend. She giggled and asked if it was for me to use on her or the other way around. I said it was certainly for me to use on her as she had a good spanking coming for being rude and making me wait too long when I picked her up for a date . Well, she said, have you ever used one? I admitted I hadn't. Then you don't know what one feels like, do you, she said. You know you don't want to hurt her, you just want to make a point, and you look like such a nice young man, I'd hate to see you ruin things with your girl.

I said of course not, she just needs a good lesson.(I wanted to sound manly and in control. As you might expect I had no such girlfriend.) "Well you know", she said, "these things can really hurt". She told me that she sometimes spanked her 11 year old son and her 13 year old daughter with the "heat for the seat" paddle, a little board about 10" long and about 1/4" thick--made of cedar.In fact the daughter had been spanked not 10 days ago.

 I replied that it didn't look like it would hurt much over jeans or whatever she was wearing at the time. "By the way", I said , "What was she wearing"? Now my interest was really piqued. I wanted to know what she did and how she did it.  She replied that the naughty girl in question was bare-bottomed over her knee at the time and that the paddle had done quite an efficient job of instilling some respect for parental authority.

She cocked her head and added with a sly smile:

"You sure seem interested in spankings, young man" she said, with a chuckle, "and by the way, my name's Joanne."

"Yes ma'am....I guess...but I really do want one of these for my girlfriend", I said, now blushing with embarassment."And my name is Ken".

She laughed, " OK...OK., Ken...but, I really recommend a trial before you buy one.  You have to know how to use it or you will end up either hurting her or not getting the message across. You need to have a paddle that you can put some force behind, but not bruise her bottom. Are you going to let her keep her skirt down? or perhaps skirt up so you spank her panties? or are you going to be a wicked boy and take her panties down? Will she bend over and hold her knees like she did in her sorority days or are you going to haul her over your knee? All these things are important."

I admitted I hadn't thought that far ahead.

She stood there thinking for a minute, and told me to wait there. Then I saw her go to the front of the store and lock the door. She flipped around the "closed" sign in the window, and came back, telling me that now we wouldn't be disturbed. Then she motioned for me to follow her...and to bring whichever paddles I was interested in. I followed her to the back of the store where there was a door leading to a back room. She opened the door explaining that this was a storeroom for the shop that incidentally doubled as the "woodshed" whenever parental discipline was to be meted out. The room had lots of boxes stacked along the walls but there was also a sturdy-looking armless chair and a low table in the middle of the room. Although I was in the dark as to exactly what she had in mind, I was excited about being in that secluded room with this sexy -looking woman and a selection of toy paddles.

She took the paddles and put them on the table except for a rather large one which she swished through the air a couple of times. She explained that this one (a "Texas Tailblazer") was a sorority-type paddle and should be used with the recipient bending over with hands on knees. "Go ahead", she said, "bend over". I was dumbfounded. She was proposing to try this out on me! I hesitated. She asked if I didn't want to know what it felt like since I might be using it on my "girlfriend". Being as excited as I was, I said ok, and assumed the position, slightly bent over, my hands on my knees. My slacks were stretched pretty tight across my tush, because when she delivered that first crack! it sounded like a pistol shot. Four more times in the space of about 20 seconds she smacked me with that paddle. It stung a bit but also felt good--a warm tingle started to develop. I told her that it didn't hurt that much. She smiled and gave me 5 more. Now things were starting to get warm back there and on the last one I stood up and rubbed. She asked if I'd had enough and I said I had. She then handed the paddle to me and bent over, saying I should now give her 10 swats, just as hard.

 I was stunned! This gorgeous woman was asking me to paddle her! As I stood there speechless, she said that I needed to actually use it myself now that I knew what it felt like. I will never forget that luscious sight of her round bottom straining against those tight thin shorts as she bent over. I drew my arm back and smacked the paddle flat against her rear, spanking both cheeks with a loud crack! She yelped, gave a sexy little wiggle, and told me to smack her again, this time with a bit more authority. For the next couple of minutes I set about to paddle her pretty derriere with solid spanks that echoed around the room. She uttered a little "ouch" at each one and stood up after about the 15th one, rubbing her buttocks.

She asked me if I liked that style of paddle, and I said it was ok but  that maybe something more intimate would be better. She agreed and picked up the "heat-for -the -seat" paddle. It was about 10" long and 3" wide.

 "I don't think you will feel this much over your pants, Ken. Maybe you should take them off", she said with a meaningful look.

I kind of gulped, but nodded OK, and slipped my pants off. This game was definitely getting serious and the was a lust-charged tension in the room. Now I was just in my jockey shorts and a knit shirt. Joanne sat down in the chair and motioned me toward her. She said that if it was intimacy I wanted, I should place my girlfriend across my lap for her spanking. She was proposing to show me what that felt like. I felt incredibly aroused and saw Joanne's eyes drop to the front of my underpants where a distinct bulge was showing. She gave me a knowing smile and patted her thighs. My hardon got even harder when she said:

"Come on Ken, you bad boy, get over momma's knee. You are going to get  a goooood  old fashioned spanking."

I eased myself across her lap. I could feel my penis wedged in between her legs and growing by the minute. I must have looked a sight! My shirt fell forward leaving me bare except for my cotton encased bottom perched over her right thigh .Only my toes and fingers touched the floor. With my white socks still on I must have looked like her 11 year old upended over his mother's lap for some stern "bottom justice".

She asked me if I was ready. When I said I was, she patted my bottom with the paddle a few times and then brought it down with a loud crack! It stung. She smacked it down once again  across both rear cheeks. That stung too. AS she fell into a steady cadence, smacking the little paddle across my bottom, I began to feel a burning sensation that was getting hotter all the time. I was determined not to cry out, but I did begin to wriggle across her lap in a vain attempt to ease the stinging heat imparted by the paddle. I was hissing through my teeth as that paddle went crack! Crack! Smack! against my fanny which I guessed was now getting red. Crack! Smack! Crack! Smack! Joanne sure knew how to spank!

"What do you think (crack!) Ken? Is (crack!) your bottom getting warm? Crack! Spank! Smack!"

"Oooh…yes , Joanne I think that (crack!…ouch) this one does a very good (crack!..owww!) er…..job."

After a few more whacks , Joanne said:

"We have to try one more thing Ken. You can't really know what a spanking with a paddle feels like until you feel it on the bare skin."

with that she grabbed my right hand yanking it into the small of my back so I couldn't move. She laid the paddle on my back and inserted her fingers into the waistband of my shorts. Before my brain could even register what was happening, she tugged my underpants down to my knees baring my bottom.

"There!" she said. "Now you look like a naughty lad ready for a real spanking. Ken, its been my experience that spankings are not really effective unless they are given on the bare bottom. I must say, you look cute with your bare tushy upended over my knee, but get ready because I'm going to show you what a sound…..and I mean sound...… bare fanny tanning is all about!"

Crack! Whack! Crack! Smack! Smack! Crack!

 She started smacking my bare cheeks with a rapid fire delivery that stung so much that it left me momentarily breathless. Then I started to yelp. The firey sting from that paddle was 10 times worse on the bare! I could only squirm and blubber desperate pleas for her to stop. But she would not stop. She just kept right on cracking that paddle down right on the fleshiest part of my seat.

"Now I guess you know what a real bad boy spanking is like." Crack! Spank! Crack!" I think all boys could use a bare fanny spanking from time to time." Crack! Smack!

She kept on spanking like she was in a trance, oblivious to my distress, but I had reached the end of my tolerance.

"Yeowwww…..Joanne…STOP!!!!!STOP!!!!"

Abruptly the spanking stopped and there was silence. I squirmed off her lap and jumped to my feet hissing through my teeth and furiously rubbing my buttocks, oblivious to the fact that my engorged penis was bobbing up and down in front of her face.

"My God, Joanne, that really hurt! What did you think you were doing?!"

As if it had suddenly dawned on her, Joanne's hands flew to her mouth and she dropped the paddle with a loud clatter."Oh my God, Ken, I'm so sorry. Please, please forgive me, I just got carried away."

I allowed as how she damn well did get carried away, and finally mustered enough composure to pull up my pants. Then she shocked me again.

Handing me the paddle she said:

"I'm dreadfully sorry Ken. Please take this paddle. There is something I want you to do. Can you sit?"

I nodded and sat down, wincing as my inflamed rear end made contact with the seat. Joanne fumbled with a zipper on her shorts and then to my astonishment, pulled them off leaving her in sheer nylon panties and her halter top. She proceeded to undo her shirt revealing a firm pair of breasts in a skimpy bra. Clad now in just bra and panties she walked to my right side. I gripped the paddle and gazed into her eyes.

"Ken, I was awful to you. For that you must put me across your knee, pull down my panties and spank me real hard. Use that paddle and spank until my bottom is good and red."

Before I could answer, she lowered herself over my lap and gripped the rungs of the chair.

"Go ahead, take my panties down, Ken"

I transferred the paddle to my left hand, inserted my fingers of my right into the elastic of her panties, and pulled her panties down to her knees.

Her bottom was round and full, a gorgeous pair of alabaster globes that jiggled slightly as I shifted to perch her over my right thigh. She pushed on the floor with her toes arching her buttocks in anticipation of the paddle.

Smack! her bottom jiggled. Smack! the paddle left a hot pink band on the skin. Smack! right across both cheeks. Smack! Crack! Smack! I started spanking in earnest, bringing the little paddle down in a snapping motion with my wrists. Joanne began to yelp, but I kept up a steady
tatoo of spanks. With each spank, her rear cheeks would flatten, then bounce back into shape with a little wobble each time.

"Ooh, Ken, thats it-- spank me harder", she said, now arching her fanny up in time with the rhythym of my smacks. For the next few minutes the room rang with the sharp retort of the "heat-for-the-seat" paddle against her bare quivering bottom globes. Her buns were really getting red and I decided to finish with a rapid volley. As I cracked the paddle down in a fast flurry of solid spanks, she squealed and wiggled, humping up and down on my legs. Finally I slowed down and with a last few solid whacks, I stopped.

I noticed she was sobbing quietly so I put the paddle down and began to rub her bottom to ease the sting. My fingers found her slit which was wet and slippery. Joanne moaned as I began to rub her there. She slid from my lap and knelt in front of me between my legs. I stared in shocked silence as she pulled my cock out of my shorts and placed it in her warm soft mouth. The sensation imparted by her lips as she bobbed her head up and down was one of pure hot pleasure. She alternately swirled her tongue around my penis and slurped with her lips gliding over my hard shaft. When I could stand no more I pulled her to her feet. She turned her back and putting her hands flat on the low table, parted her legs and arched her rear. I entered her from behind and pistoned in and out of her hot sheath, my belly smacking her well reddened cheeks. I held out as long as I could but she soon climaxed with a shudder, triggering my own orgasm.

When we recovered she explained that her husband had died two years previously, leaving her the store. The kids were at camp. She was alone.

 We had quite a weekend. I never did find a motel, there was no need. I did test out a few more paddles as well as a couple of straps and a switch (an old Southern specialty). It seems she had been "on the boil" for a while, having sorely missed the attentions of her late husband and his firm hand.

I left, vowing to return. As luck would have it, I did not get back until that fall. Imagine my disappointment when I saw the sign outside--"UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT". She had left no forwarding address, but the new owners said something about family in the midwest.

So, Joanne, if you're out there now....I'm waiting (she'd be sixty by now but I don't care!).


Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Heather's Surrogate Mother (F/f)

Another entry in my showcase of other writers who seem to have disappeared from the internet. Today's story was written by an author who went by the handle rdbut but signed his stories as "Chuck". He wrote very much in the tradition of Will Henry who was such an influence on my early writing. This then, is a tale based upon a fairly unoriginal plot idea, the young girl who goes off to college but who still needs motherly discipline and finds it with a willing landlady. I say unoriginal, because it is now. It wasn't back then.








HEATHER’S SURROGATE MOTHER

Heather Conrad lay on her stomach across her bed studying for an upcoming college exam feeling warmth from the glow in her bottom that was still minus the panties it had lost earlier in the evening. But the warmth in her backside was matched by that she felt in her heart for the woman who put it there.
The 19-year-old had, just a few minutes earlier, spent a painful 10 minutes over the lap of her landlady, Sylvia Watson, getting one of the several spankings she had received since renting a room from a little more than a year earlier. Over that span of time, Heather had grown to love the 56-year-old woman who had become a strong force in her young life.
There was something about lying helpless over her sturdy lap that gave her the strange feeling of being cared for and protected. Her own parents were too busy traveling the social route to spend much attention on the upbringing of their lovely daughter, so her bottom had gone largely without the old-fashioned discipline that she had needed.
So starved had Heather been for love that she moved out and headed for a nearby Midwestern city. Fortunately, her high school grades were good enough to get her into a state college, so she took a job as a waitress at a diner to earn enough money to buy books.
But, needing a roof over her head, she began scanning the classified ads in the local newspaper, and one caught her eye. It was from Sylvia, stating that she had a room available for a young woman attending college. Heather quickly responded and made an appointment for that same afternoon.
Sylvia made it known that her late husband had left her well fixed financially, but she missed having someone else in the house.  Her maid had just quit and she offered Heather rent-free accommodations, including three meals a day if she wished, in return for her helping to keep the house clean. The teenager quickly accepted.
Everything went smoothly for the first couple months, but Sylvia began noticing a change in Heather’s demeanor. Normally an outgoing girl, she was becoming morose and finally asked if she was having a problem.
“I’m having trouble keeping my grades up,” she replied. “Classwork came easy for me in high school, but things seem so much harder now.
“They are harder, honey, because you’re in college now, but perhaps I can help you, Sylvia replied. “I used to be a school teacher, so I can probably serve as a fairly good tutor.”
“Oh, that would be great,” Heather exclaimed, her enthusiasm returning.
“You know, Heather,” Sylvia said, “it’s really none of my business, but I have noticed that you spend a lot of nights out with friends—time that could be spent studying.
“I know,” the girl responded. “I guess it’s being in a new city and seeing a lot of new things. And I’ve acquired some great friends at college. I guess I just have no control over myself.”
“That’s all well and good,” Sylvia said in a motherly tone, “but you can’t expect good grades if you don’t take time to read your assignments.  I enjoy you being here with me, and you have been good in helping me clean house, but I really want you to succeed in later life, and that means a good education.”
Heather hung her head. “You’re right, Mrs. Watson,” she agreed.
“I’ll try harder.”
“That’s easy to say,” Sylvia replied, “but sometimes you need a boost.  You told me about your parents and their lack of guidance over you. I would like you to look upon me as a surrogate mother.”
Heather’s face suddenly glowed. Not only did she have a place to live, rent-free, but an older woman she could lean on. But there was one thing she hadn’t counted on.
“If I am going to be that surrogate mother, however,” Sylvia added, “I must have the same control over you that I would have over a daughter.”
“What do you mean?” Heather asked.
“You’re 19 years old, Heather.” Sylvia explained. “You’re legally an adult, but you were denied something very important during your growing-up years, and that is discipline. You said yourself that you have no control over yourself and I am willing to assert that control, though I will have to have your full cooperation. Without it, I don’t see any point in trying to tutor you.”
“I-I still don’t understand,” the pretty brunette said.
“There are different forms of discipline,” Sylvia pointed out. “For instance, you can be disciplined on the job by being docked wages or demoted in rank. But the type I’m talking about is old-fashioned type used by mothers against their offspring down through the ages. I’m talking about good, sound spankings when they’re warranted.”
“Spankings?” Heather exclaimed questioningly. “Do you mean a spanking on the b-b-bottom?”
“To be more precise,” came the reply, “on the bare bottom.”

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As she lay with the textbook opened in front of her, Heather recalled that conversation very well. She remembered how surprised she was that spanking an 18-year-old girl was even suggested but, when “bare bottom” was added to the equation, she was temporarily speechless.
That was where Mrs. Watson best demonstrated her motherly bearing, telling Heather to sit down with her while they discussed the matter rationally. The woman’s power of persuasion soon had Heather agreeing with everything she said, especially when she stated that “everyone’s bottom should be spanked at least once in his or her life.”
So it was that limits were set for Heather to live under, most of them dealing with her school work. She was also informed that if her social life resulted in late hours and loss of sleep it could also result in a penalty. “I think 11 o’clock on a school night and 1 a.m. on Fridays and Saturdays are fair curfews, don’t you?” Sylvia asked.  Heather nodded her assent.
Thinking about that, Heather reached back to rub one globe of her perky bottom, for it was failure the meet the curfew the previous night that resulted in the spanking that was causing it to tingle and burn at the moment. Had she waited one more night, it would have been Friday and she would have had almost an hour and a half later and still meet the required deadline.
But it wasn’t Friday. It was Thursday, she didn’t enter the door until 11:40 and Sylvia, who was a late night television watcher, was waiting up for her. Noting the late hour, she told Heather to go on up to bed and they would seriously discuss the matter the following evening.  From past experience, Heather knew she might as well call off any plans for Friday night and possibly the following night as well.
It was 7 p.m. Friday when she was escorted into Sylvia’s bedroom and the two sat side-by-side on the bed. “What have you got to say for last night?” the woman asked.
“Nothing,” Heather admitted. “I just lost track of the time.”
“You know I don’t like to spank a young lady of your age, Heather,” Sylvia said as she touched the girl’s hand, “but I can’t allow you to go unpunished. We both agreed on the curfews, and this is the third time you’ve broken them. I let you off with a hand spanking the first two times, but now I’m afraid I’m going to have to use the hairbrush as well.”
Heather bowed her head. “Yes, Mom,” she said, having adopted Sylvia as her second mother, “I understand. I’m truly sorry.”
“I know you are, sweetheart,” the woman replied. “I hope this will be the last time I will have to spank you, at least for this reason. Now, while I’m getting the hairbrush, you slip into your nightie.” The two stood up and Heather began removing her clothes while Sylvia took the hairbrush from her vanity, then once again seated herself on the bed.
As Heather had removed the last article of clothing, Sylvia declared, “There’s no sense putting on your nightclothes yet since your bottom is going to be bare during the spanking anyway. Just come lay across my knees.” She patted her lap as an invitation.
Birthday naked, the pretty brunette took a few steps forward, then draped herself face down over the woman’s lap. She recalled the feeling of nervousness earlier that evening as she settled into position for what proved to be one of the hardest spankings she had ever received.
Sylvia’s palm slapped vigorously and repeatedly onto both buttocks until they were vivid red and feeling quite warm. Despite her attempt to keep from crying, Heather was bawling like a baby by the time the woman stopped. But that was just the appetizer, the main course being served up by way of the hairbrush that set her fanny cheeks on fire.
And that was what she was left with on that evening. First, Sylvia put her arms around the spanked girl as a sign that all was forgiven and rubbed cold cream into the hot flesh, then sent Heather to her own room and told her to spend the rest of the evening getting caught up on her school work.

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It had been less than 20 minutes since Sylvia left the lovely teenage brunette with a spanked-red behind and was now putting the dinner dishes into the dishwasher. She felt great affection for the girl and was seriously trying to help her get through a troublesome time in her life.
Brought up without fear of retribution, it was amazing that Heather had turned out to be, basically, a good girl. But, had she been left on her own at this early age, Sylvia had to wonder how long she would remain that way. There were temptations in the world that the girl was yet unable to deal with.
Sylvia was being honest when she told Heather that she did not like to spank her, but, in her heart, she felt sure that she was doing the right thing. Over the past year, the girl had come to accept the spankings as part of life, something most children has learned at a much earlier age.
Her mind traveled back to the first-ever spanking she had administered to Heather and she smiled understandingly while recalling the embarrassment the girl felt when she was over the punishment lap and her panties were being lowered. She begged to be allowed to retain that last covering to her bottom but, when she was admonished to behave herself, she gave up the fight and relaxed as the panties continued on their southward journey. They stopped midway down the thighs. In that position, she looked like a perfect angel, but with the soft-skin buttocks of a female human being.
It was a posterior that, encased in a pair of tight pants, would cause any boy to find himself with a tent in the front of his trousers. But bare, as it was, it just looked like a naughty bottom waiting to be punished. It was ripe, apple round and colored rapidly under just the hand and, when the hairbrush was used, it glowed crimson and hot to the touch.
But, since that first time, Heather had always taken her spankings well and, when the “sentence” came down, she offered no argument and voluntarily placed her buttocks in position over the corrective lap.
Sylvia decided to check on the girl and see if she had fallen asleep yet. But, after knocking softly on Heather’s bedroom door, she opened it and was surprised to see her still lying on the bed studying, with her red and bare bottom still turned up to the ceiling.
“Are you all right, dear?” Sylvia asked.
“Sure,” came the reply. “I’m just about ready to turn out the light.
“I hope you learned something tonight, honey,” the woman said as she walked forward and placed a palm on the spanked left bottom cheek, finding it to still be quite warm.
“I did, Mom,” Heather replied. “You have a way of getting your point across to a girl.”
They both laughed.

Monday, September 10, 2012

Naughty Wives Volume 2

It's now up on Amazon. This collection has four stories which average about 5000 words each, and comes in at 61 pages.

The link is here
                                                              


A quartet of short stories featuring misbehaving wives and the husbands who correct their naughty behavior.

In CYNTHIA'S CASE a compulsive shoplifter unknowingly steals from a store owned by her millionaire industrialist husband. He enlists the aid of a unique security service to provide much needed corrective therapy for the light-fingered wife and instruction to the husband for follow-up at home.

In A TWO SPANKING OFFENSE, Ted, a bewildered husband, arrives home only to find a trashed house, the aftermath of a wild party given by his teenaged step-daughter. Her mother, also away on a business trip, is furious and insists that the step dad punish the teenager with the family paddle. He does, but even this fails to satisfy his wife who insists that this is a two spanking offense. After investigating the facts Ted agrees, and sets out to deliver the deserved punishment, although in a manner far different from what his wife had envisioned.

The third story, DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES 1952, reveals just why housewives in the 1950's who did not behave might have been so desperate. Sound like a TV series? Stick around and find out.

Finally, in CRACKER BARREL we discover the curative power of those little Cracker Barrel novelty paddles on repentant wives who have behaved foolishly and only want to apologize and make up.

All of this for the princely sum of $1.99
                                

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

The Naughty Wives Collection redux

Ok, now it's up on Amazon. Don't know what the problem was earlier but it's been fixed.

So here it is. The Amazon link is here. This is a trio of stories, all about headstrong, bratty, or otherwise misbehaving wives and their long-suffering husbands who feel compelled to restore a little discipline to the relationship. It's only $0.99 so what do you have to lose? Feedback would be greatly appreciated.
                                   

Sunday, September 2, 2012

An Unfortunate Glitch

My Kindle ebook, reported yesterday as successfully published, is not available. I am attempting to find out what the problem is.I'll make an announcement here when the book is up on the Amazon Kindle book site. Sorry for the false alarm and I'm working on it.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

The Naughty Wives Collection Vol 1

It's an ebook now available for Kindle at the Amazon bookstore. I'm new at this ebook publishing thing, so more later, but go check it out---three hot stories for the princely sum of $0.99. Here is the link: http://www.amazon.com/Disciplinary-Tales-presents-Collection-ebook/dp/B0094KFHUK/