Ladies in Charge : An F/M Spanking Story Collection
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Here is the product description:
A brand new, never before published collection of short
stories and novelettes, this volume explores the dynamics of F/M and F/F
spanking, domination and domestic discipline in a variety of settings and
fictional situations. This collection includes six stories of lengths from
4,000 to nearly 10,000 words for a total of over 40,000 words. The stories are:
“The Woman Next Door” – When a captivating single woman
moves in next door, a young tech whiz still living at home attempts to wire her
house for video and sound, but in the process makes a stunning discovery that
will change his life profoundly.
“After Church” – A slice of life in a conservative rural
town in the 1950’s, a time when corporal punishment is not only common, it is
the accepted method of dealing with the folly of youth. As the story unfolds,
two cousins sit nervously in church on a Sunday morning, knowing they must soon
face the consequences of a bad decision the night before.
“Gloria Denham” – Todd, an assistant tennis pro at a posh
resort, fancies himself the consummate ladies man. Although he has been
instructed not to fraternize with the guests, he cannot resist the gorgeous
platinum blonde sitting next to him in the resort bar. He is about to meet his match in more ways
“Sally’s Mom” – A coming of age story in which a young
college student dating a local girl in a conservative southern town learns a
little about strict family discipline and a lot about the mysteries of women.
“Wrestling Ladies” – When Bruce is invited by his co-workers
for a night of fun at a local ladies wrestling club, he has no idea what to
expect. What follows is a mind blowing journey of sexual revelation that will
test his limits in every way.
“Whipping Boy” -- When Rory discovers his new neighbor is
his grade school teacher from 15 years ago, the one who used her paddle to such
great effect, he wonders if she still has it – and if after all these years,
she still uses it.
This is a unique collection but there is a common theme. In the F/M genre I've always been fascinated by the dynamics of the younger less experienced man and the older woman. It's a match that puts both sexes together at their respective sexual peaks. All of these stories feature that combination in one way or another. Take an inexperienced but hormonally charged young man. Add an older and more worldly woman. Throw in a healthy cup or two of domination and our spanking kink and you have a hot stew cooking. Here are a couple of excerpts:
From The Woman Next Door:
At home he fired up his computer and logged in the remote fiber optic mini cameras he had planted. The bedroom, BR 1, 2 and 3? Check. The family room, FR 1and 2? Check. Den/library L 1 and 2? Got it. The bathroom? (He was almost ashamed of himself for this one, BA 1. Almost.) Check. There was nothing more to do but to wait.
It wasn’t long in coming. He logged on well after dark and was treated to the sight of her puttering around. He figured she must have gone into the kitchen for a while, but eventually she entered the family room for a time and turned on the TV. He kept one eye on the monitor, waiting for her bedtime ritual. At around 10:30 she turned off TV, and went into her bedroom. He hit BR 1 and watched goggle-eyed as she stripped down to bra and panties, revealing that gorgeous figure – the trim waist, the long legs, the flaring hips, the high set tits . She was a ten, no doubt about it. BR 2 and 3 popped up in separate windows. Then the bra came off allowing those wonderful breasts to spring free. Then the panties. She padded around the room in the buff, giving Curt all that he could possibly ask for.
It became a nightly ritual, the bedtime routine. To Curt’s utter delight he discovered that she slept in the nude, so he could also catch her in the morning when she got up. He could not decide which he liked better, evening when she stripped down or morning, complete with shower. What she did for a living, Curt didn’t know. He had to leave for work before she did.
A few days later, there was a change. Curt was at home and had logged on. She entered the house. Someone was with her. Another woman. This woman was younger, a short cute brunette. They prepared dinner, sat at the table, ate and chatted. Curt watched with one eye. Nothing really to see, just some friend of hers invited over for dinner. They got up, went into the TV room. The young girl left for a moment. Robin sat, waiting.
The girl reentered the room. Curt sat straight up, stared at the screen. She was different now. Instead of casual business attire, she was now dressed like a schoolgirl. She wore a plaid skirt, very short, bobby sox, and a white blouse. Her hair was in pigtails. She looked years younger. She stood at attention in the middle of the room. Robin rose and walked around her, saying something while the girl put her hands behind her back and dropped her chin, eyes downcast. Robin was talking, wagging her finger. She appeared to be scolding the girl. Damn! He wished he could hear what they were saying. There was something incredibly erotic about this. Something sexy was going to happen.
Sure enough, Robin must have issued a command because the girl lifted her skirt. Underneath it she had on plain white cotton panties that hugged the luscious contours of her pert bottom. Curt’s cock surged. He held his breath. The girl blushed under the relentless scolding. Robin sat down on an ottoman in front of a leather couch, made to girl come around to her side. She pointed at her lap, and the young woman lowered herself across Robin’s knees, face down. It was obvious to Curt that she was going to be spanked. He couldn’t wait to see this.
He could see but he could not hear, as Robin began spanking the girl with her open palm. But he could see the flesh wobble underneath the panties. She spanked alternate cheeks briskly. It went on for several minutes. The spanks looked real, not like play taps. That was confirmed when she slipped the girl’s panties to her knees revealing a flushed pair of bottom cheeks, made red from the spanking. The young woman squirmed.
The spanking resumed, picking up in tempo at times, at other times slowing down. FR 2 gave him a full-on view. The young woman’s bottom was positioned perfectly, jutting upwards, the fleshy mounds jiggling as they absorbed smack after smack. The girl squirmed but did not try to get away. In fact it looked as though she was grinding her pelvis into her tormentor’s knee. Robin began to let her hand linger after each full spank, rubbing the punished globes that now glowed a bright red, like a pair of stoplights against a white background. Then Curt saw her hand stray to in between the girl’s legs. She stiffened, then began to jerk and lurch. Robin was stimulating her sex and the girl was being driven toward an ecstatic release. When it came, the girl shook all over, humping up and down wildly, then slumping over the older woman’s knees, spent as the climax subsided.
But it wasn’t over. Robin stood her up and undressed her, stripping her nude right there in the family room. Then the young woman returned the favor, unzipping Robin’s dress, helping her out of it. The women repaired to the leather couch where the young woman knelt between Robin’s legs and pleasured her orally. Then they traded places. But before the young lady had come again, Robin lifted her up and pointed to the couch. The girl bent over the back of the couch while Robin walked over to the wall and opened a cabinet. Curt could see that inside were whips and paddles hanging on pegs. She selected a whip of short strands and positioned herself behind the girl who now looked over her shoulder, almost eagerly it seemed, ready to be whipped. And whip her Robin did. For several minutes she flogged the twin bare cheeks of the girl’s behind, painting darker red weals against the red-suffused flesh of her spanked bottom.
Then she put the whip away and took the girl by the hand, leading her to the bedroom where they made love, their bodies writhing and grinding together as they caressed and licked each other in every way imaginable. Curt’s eyes grew big when, at one point in the evening, Robin strode out of camera coverage only to return with a large black dildo strapped on to her mid-section like a belt. The young woman knelt on the bed on all fours and Robin reamed her sex from behind, banging her roughly and slapping her ass while she did it, until the girl shook with another orgasm.
Eventually they had spent themselves. The lights went out and Curt saw no more.
The episode with the cute girl had whetted his appetite. Not only was his neighbor hot, she was sexually kinky as well. He could only hope she had more friends like that one. The spanking and whipping had excited him more than anything he could remember. Seeing it was one thing, but what if he could hear too? The thought intrigued him. But how?
Before he could figure that out, she had another guest. The interlude with this one was even more eye-opening than the first. He had logged in at around 8pm and was treated to the sight of her in a tight black skirt that came well above her knees. She wore a white blouse with a choker collar and six inch heels. Odd attire for an evening at home. She made herself a drink at her wet bar and sipped it slowly, lost in thought. Then she turned her head as if she had heard a sound, and left the room. When she returned, a young man was with her. Ah, finally, the boyfriend, thought Curt. But this guy looked younger, maybe in his late 20’s. He looked more her type though. Nice suit. Polished shoes. Very buttoned down. He could be a lawyer, maybe. Or a stockbroker.
They talked. He looked sheepish, like he was explaining some failure or offering some excuse. Suddenly her hand flashed out and she slapped his cheek, hard. He did not try to defend himself.
She looked him up and down while he stood there rubbing his injured cheek. She slapped the other cheek. The guy just stood there, dazed. Then she pointed at him and gestured. The guy nodded nervously then took off his jacket, then his tie and shirt. She watched with her arms folded as he stripped right in front of her. The pants came off, then the undershirt, and finally his boxers. She barked some order at him. He snapped to and stood there at attention, stark naked.
While he stood waiting, she went to her cabinet of whips. When she turned and came back she was brandishing a thin yellow cane. Now Curt understood the clothing. She was playing a sexy schoolteacher and he was her naughty charge. She talked and walked around him in circles, lecturing, making her points with the cane which flexed and quivered as she wagged it his direction. His expression drooped. A naughty schoolboy called to task.
She must have issued a command because the man came around the back of the couch and bent over it, gripping the front cushions and offering up his buttocks for what Curt imagined would be a severe caning. He was right.
She tapped his rear cheeks a time or two then sliced the vulnerable flesh with full arm swipe that made the man flinch and rise halfway up. A thin red line bisected the nude cheeks of his bottom. He danced from toe to toe on the carpet, maybe trying to shake off the awful sting. It looked for all the world that it hurt like crazy. Curt counted twelve strokes, each one apparently given with the full strength of her arm. The guy’s body reacted to each stroke. He squirmed, his arms flailed, he rose up part way only to have the cane tap him on the back, no doubt a signal to bend over again. He imagined she said ‘Get back into position, boy. Stick that naughty bottom out. We’re not done yet.’
It was harrowing and exciting all at the same time. So his neighbor was some sort of dominatrix?
Curt imagined himself in the guy’s position – or the girl’s. He found that either thought made his dick hard. How could that be? He had not been spanked since he was a kid, and that had been no fun, but this looked sexy as hell.
After she had given him twelve harsh strokes, she took his hand and led him into her bedroom where, like the girl from the other night, he pleasured her with his tongue. She guided him, encouraging him with a riding crop applied judiciously to his tender rear as he lay on his stomach, his head between her thighs, his mouth in her crotch. He kept it up until she threw her head back in a climactic frenzy.
The next part made Curt break out in a cold sweat, spurred on by both horrid fascination and arousal. The guy did not get to fuck her. Instead Curt saw him assume a position on the bed, on his knees and elbows, ass up, his buttocks rudely exposed and vulnerable. Robin left the frame. When she returned she was wearing the strap-on dildo. Kneeling on the bed behind him, she guided the phallus into his anus. He must have resisted because she slapped his bottom hard several times, before he was able to relax and take it, all the way in. Then she began to stroke in and out, slowly at first, then faster. He reached back and curled his fingers around his erection. She rammed him, banging him like he was a rag doll. He tossed himself off as he took Robin and her strap-on dildo up his anus, pumping away at him like a jackhammer until he spewed his seed in great jutting arcs all over her bed sheets.