The Romance of Chastisement

The Romance of Chastisement

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

A New Release on Blushing Books

I'm excited to announce that Blushing Books has now released my supernatural thriller novel,  LaForge, on its website with a completely redesigned cover. The link to the blushing books store is
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LaForge has been available for awhile on Amazon and some other platforms, but it is not widely known among the romance readers Blushing Books serves. And it should be, because at its heart, LaForge is very much a romantic novel.

The story centers at first around Sam Reilly a contractor who retires from the rat race to pursue his passion for cabinet making in rural Pennsylvania. There he meets a group of women who he comes to know as the Delphian Sisterhood, four very pretty young women living a simple communal life on their own terms. After saving two of the ladies from rough treatment at the hands of some local toughs, Sam is enlisted as their "Guardian," an office that brings responsibility for protecting them---and interestingly, for imposing domestic discipline. Not only that, but these ladies have healthy sex drives and Sam's services in that department will be required as well.But just who are they? The more Sam is around them, the more puzzled he becomes, for they seem to have powers that transcend normal human capabilities. And then there is their dark legacy. They are being pursued by someone or something unearthly. All Sam knows is that the center of the mystery lies in an alpine village high in the Cascade Mountains of Oregon called LaForge.

In Part Two a  young sculptress, Bridget O' Brien, forsakes the high life in New York to settle in Laforge. There she meets Tom McRae, the local sheriff's deputy. Tom is instantly attracted to this beautiful lady and is glad to take her in hand in more ways than one, especially when she disobeys an instruction to stay out of a local off limits area. But romance blooms nonetheless, and Bridget vows to stay. However there are responsibilities attached to young women who choose to adopt LaForge as their home. There is The Rite of the August Moon, an ancient ceremony which must be performed by a young female volunteer. It it a test of courage involving an ancient tree, willow switches and a sacrificial maiden. It requires ultimate trust, the type of trust one would place in a lover for life. Bridget and Tom must overcome their fears and doubts and go through with The Rite if they are to have a future together.

In Part Three Sam Reilly has tracked the Delphian Sisterhood to LaForge. On the way there he meets Rachael Greene, a beautiful scientist who is searching for her lost sister, last seen in the company of the Delphian Sisters. What they discover is that there is an existential threat to the village of LaForge and its way of life. Dark forces have convened, determined to reignite an old feud and wreak revenge on the village and its inhabitants. It will be up to Sam and Rachael and Tom and Bridget to travel into the heart of a dark cult and confront an ancient evil, one that revels in the use of the whip and the lash. It will require sacrifice and fortitude and a stout heart to rescue Rachael's sister and the Delphians.

The book is several things. It's an erotic spanking novel, a romance and a supernatural thriller. It contains numerous scenes of domestic discipline, quasi-judicial type punishments and erotic spanking together with some rather steamy sex. Fans of erotic spanking coupled with a compelling plot and romantic relationships should like this one.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

The Acme Paddle Company



The Acme Paddle Company is the brainchild of Colin Masters. Who could have anticipated, in 21st century America a sudden demand for disciplinary spanking paddles, erotic spanking paddles, pedagogical spanking paddles? But it happened. The company a one man show. Colin makes the paddles himself, does the marketing, keeps the books--and makes direct sales calls.


THE RETURN OF ACME PADDLE CO.


The drive out into the country was scenic, Colin had to admit that. Picturesque farms surrounded by rolling hills, Fall colors exploding with the turning of the leaves. Yeah, very pretty.  But it was a long drive. Down the interstate for over three hours and then it was off on a confusing series of state and county roads. He had to look at his gps navigator several times, but eventually he found the road that led down along the river. It was a good thing they’d agreed to pay him for his time. Ordinarily he wouldn’t waste a day and a half traveling this far. No matter how much they bought, it wouldn’t be worth it. This sales call was different, though. The woman on the phone had made that clear. They were willing to pay him a handsome fee just to make the call and present his wares. Well, money was money, any way you looked at it. They had even sent a check, so here he was, sample case and all.

The mysterious woman, who had identified herself as Emma Pearson, had not even told him exactly why her employer, a Mrs. Edith Fontaine, was even interested in something like spanking paddles. She had sounded like an efficient secretary setting up a routine meeting. Colin mused that that’s probably exactly what she was.

He almost missed the gravel drive, obscured by bushes as it was, but, no mistake, that was the right number. So he turned in and wound around down a long hill through some old growth trees. Finally the house came into view, a stately Georgian mansion set among a grove of ancient oak and maple. It looked as though the back of the house fronted on the river. Colin realized why money had been no object. He was looking at old money, a lot of it. The house must be ten thousand square feet. And there were several outbuildings. The grounds were meticulously manicured. As he drove in, he scanned the windows of the three story mansion. There was a flutter of movement from a curtain on the second floor. He thought he’d seen a face peering out.

That must be him. Emma caught a glance of the man as the late model Acura pulled into the circular drive. She pulled back. I wouldn’t want him to think I was spying. But what she saw as he emerged from the car gave her tummy a little flutter. He was tall, in his thirties, with dark slightly curly hair, well built and quite handsome. Yep, just as advertised. Well, this gets more interesting by the minute. He carried a metal case like a suitcase. She started toward the stairs, down to the foyer to greet him. This ought to be interesting.

Aunt Edith, otherwise known as Mrs. Fontaine (“but just call me Aunt Edith, dear”), her employer, had been the driving force behind this little project. And no wonder. Aunt Edith had been rousted out at 2 am two days ago and had been required to present herself at the county jail to post bail for her two nieces, the twenty year old Tanya and her sister Brittney, younger by a year. They’d been caught up in a sweep of raids on local roadhouses in which the sheriff had been looking for under aged drinkers, kids from the local colleges. The pair had taken Aunt Edith’s Buick, without her permission, naturally, and had bounced from bar to bar until they’d been caught using fake driver’s licenses at a disreputable haunt called the Dew Drop Inn. Then it had been off to jail and the ensuing 2 am call.

Emma had had to go too. Aunt Edith, a formidable woman even now in her late sixties, was recovering from hip replacement surgery, and Emma drove her everywhere. It was just one more of her duties as Mrs. Fontaine’s secretary and personal assistant. It wasn’t a bad job. In fact it paid well and it was pleasant out here in the country, a quiet refuge away from the chaos of the city. A place to recharge after the incident with her ex-fiancĂ© Kevin, and time to deal with the awful burden of guilt that she carried as a result of that terrible night.

Kevin. It was hard to put it out of her mind, even though it had happened nearly a year ago. The week before the wedding she’d fought repeatedly with Kevin. Cracks in their relationship had emerged, things that had simmered under the surface. Then she’d heard about the bachelor party and the strippers. She’d confronted Kevin at the rehearsal dinner. It had ended in a horrible screaming match with Kevin taking off in angry frustration, peeling out of the country club parking lot in that little sports car. Like it had been the last straw. Then the accident. He’d lost control and run into a ditch. A concussion and several broken ribs was the result, and he was lucky at that. After that it had been over. Six months later he married an old flame.

All my fault was her daily remonstrance to herself. I’d been so stupid. Ashamed with herself, she wallowed in self pity and withdrew from the world, taking this job, out here in the country, away from friends, family, everyone. She had told Aunt Edith about it, hoping for sympathy but Aunt Edith had said, “So you’re punishing yourself with this self-imposed exile. You need to purge this and move on, girl. So you made a mistake. You have a career, a life. Get on with it.” But so far she couldn’t, and the self pitying continued.


But with Tanya and Brittney there was chaos of a different sort. With their mother in a sanitarium and their father having fled to Europe, the two girls were on their own. So they had been deposited with their great aunt on the old family estate so they could take make up classes at the state college ten miles away, as day students. That way Aunt Edith could keep a sharp eye on the two, who were trouble from the get-go. The way it was supposed to work was that the girls would be isolated from their n’eer-do-well friends in the city and would have no choice but to buckle down and complete needed class work. That was the deal and the girls had agreed, albeit reluctantly, to behave for once. Paris Hilton had nothing on these two, it seemed. But, after a while the absence of their normal party scene had been too much; hence, the sneaking out to the off limits bars.

It was on the way home from jail, with Aunt Edith fuming and giving the girls a severe dressing down, that the idea had sprung up.

“What you ladies, and I use the term loosely, really need is a good old fashioned paddling right across those sexy rear ends of yours. If I’d been caught by my father doing what you had done, it would have been out to the barn. I’d have been put right over his knee with my skirts up and panties down around my ankles and he’d have worn out my fanny with a paddle that he’d made just for such occasions. He’d have spanked my little seat until I was seeing stars and sitting would have been impossible for days.”

Tanya and Brittney had just pouted. Brittney said, “They don’t do that any more, Aunt Edith. It’s positively medieval.”

Mrs. Fontaine had given both an unnerving stare and had said, “You know what girls? We’ll just see. You two are going to be punished for this little episode. I’ll decide on that later, but mark my words, there will be consequences for this incident.” The girls exchanged nervous glances but had decided, wisely, to say no more.

When they got home she sent the girls to bed. They had flounced off with a “whatever” and two big sets of eye rolls. That had made Aunt Edith even more angry.

“I’m serious,” Aunt Edith had said to Emma. They had repaired to the study. It was 4 am. “If I can find that old paddle of my father’s, I’ll use it on their bare little bottoms. That will straighten them out.”

That she had the power to do that was indisputable. Aunt Edith controlled the family trust and among the Fontaine clan her word was law. She was clearly in loco parentis as far as Tanya and Brittney were concerned. She had made that clear to the girls’ parents and both had agreed. In fact, it had seemed to Emma that they had welcomed an excuse to park their wild and bratty daughters under the stern authority of Aunt Edith. And she had help too. Greta, the big Swedish housekeeper had remarked upon more than one occasion that she thought the two needed “their little hinders smacked.” At over six feet and near two hundred pounds, she could probably handle them both at once and enjoy doing it. The woman intimidated Emma, too.

In the meantime, while Aunt Edith had carried on, Emma, while listening politely, was on the internet. And what should pop up but the Acme Paddle Co.?

 “If you can’t find the paddle to spank them with, Aunt Edith, here is a local company you could call. They appear to have all sorts of paddles for giving spankings,” said Emma. She said it calmly, amazed to find this sort of thing. A modest proposal. She didn’t think for a minute that Aunt Edith was serious.

“What’s that?” said Aunt Edith. Emma showed her. There was a picture of Colin Masters and an array of paddles complete with descriptions and prices.
“Handsome devil, isn’t he?” Aunt Edith chuckled. Emma could tell that a plan was forming in her employer’s head. “Tomorrow, call them. And get him out here--that one, the owner. Pay him whatever it takes. We’ll have a little party for our misbehaving little dollies. And after that I predict they will be very good little girls indeed.”

So she had called, and now he was here, so she answered the door.

Colin was greeted by a thirty-ish very attractive woman wearing a straight skirt and blouse. A pretty face was framed by light brown hair pulled back into a bun. A picture of secretarial efficiency. She led him into the house and bade him follow her to the study. The view from the rear was spectacular too and Colin wondered if perhaps she were the reason for his visit. Wouldn’t that beat all? He mused. Perhaps the secretary has made too many typos.

Speculation was cast aside with the entry of Aunt Edith. Emma introduced her as Mrs. Fontaine. “A pleasure,’ said Colin, extending his hand. “This is a bit unusual, but here I am, so how can I help you?”

Aunt Edith had been a formidable figure in her day, but now, having just had hip replacement surgery she was getting around with the aid of a walking stick. But the intense grey eyes, and the ramrod straight posture advertised that she was still a woman to be reckoned with. Colin could see that this was a woman whose mere presence in a room commanded immediate respect.

“It’s my two great nieces, young man. They need discipline, a very old fashioned type of discipline.”

“I understand,” said Colin. “I make disciplinary tools of that nature. I make all types---for use over clothing, for use on the, er, bare. For imparting a mild sting or a severe one and everything in between. What would you like to see?” Colin opened his sample case on the desk.

Aunt Edith came closer to inspect. “My father had a paddle,” she said, as she perused the sample case. “And it was a real stinger, let me tell you. Hmmm….it looked a bit like that one.” Aunt Edith pointed to a short paddle. It was fifteen inches long on the business end with a six inch handle, three inches wide and sort of thin. The edges were all rounded.

“That is a very popular model,” said Colin. “It’s made of a thin ash so it’s light and easy to control. It’s long enough to be used while standing next to the recipient or can be used in the nursery position, with the recipient over your knee.”

Emma licked her lips as she imagined what it would feel like, being held over a knee for a spanking with this thing. Poor Tanya and Brittney were in for a rude shock.

“The light weight makes use over outer clothing impractical. We recommend a single light layer if you wish to preserve modesty,” added Colin.

Aunt Edith snorted, “I got my lickings bare. That’s the way it was. What else have you got?”

Colin brought out a thin ruler paddle in a polished hard wood and an eighteen inch paddle in pine. “Both of these are also very versatile. They sting pretty bad, but even on the bare they tend not to bruise.”

Aunt Edith nodded to herself, seemingly satisfied with what she was seeing. “I’ll take all three,” she said.

Colin was happy with the sale, but he said, “I could have shipped you these. You didn’t need to pay me to come all the way out here.”

Edith Fontaine smiled broadly. “Oh, but I did, Mr Masters. You see I have had hip replacement surgery from which I am recovering. So I need a man to demonstrate these implements and teach me how to use them---and to be my proxy to dole out a little domestic discipline for me.”

Colin raised his eyebrows. Who? He looked at the cute secretary. She blushed and looked away. No, not her too?

Edith saw the look he gave Emma and chortled. “Just my two reprobate nieces,” she said. But perhaps a good spanking from an attractive man would bring Emma out of her self-pitying funk. How long is she going to hide from the world and keep moping about? Well, to the task at hand.

“Emma, could you find Tanya and Brittney and tell them to come here?”

Emma nodded and went off in search of the two sisters.

Colin watched her go then turned to Aunt Edith. “Look, Mrs. Fontaine, I…” Colin had misgivings about this. “There could be liability.”

“Do not fret, Mr. Masters. I am in loco parentis with respect to these girls  here, and I am prepared to give you a release absolving you of any and all liability. I need for you to perform a service and you’re obviously the right man for the job.”

Her air of absolute and non-equivocal authority convinced Colin. At about the same time Emma walked back in with Tanya and Brittney. The first thing the two noticed was Colin, and they straightened up, preening unconsciously in front of an attractive male. Colin took note as well. Both were clad in short wraps that presumably covered bathing suits. They had been sunning out by the pool.

Tanya had dark hair styled in a short page boy. A short girl with nicely toned dancer’s legs, she had wide hips but a tiny waist that emphasized her bubble shaped and very prominent rear. Brittney was taller, slender and blond. Both were very cute girls.

“Tanya and Brittney, this is Mr. Masters. I have invited him here to provide me with a demonstration of a product of his which I intend to put in frequent use as soon as I recover from this blasted surgery.”

Tanya and Brittney looked at each other with blank expressions. They have no clue, thought Emma.

“Mr. Masters owns the Acme Paddle Company. I have seen his wares and it turns out he has a spanking paddle just like the one my father had. Furthermore, ladies, I intend to have him demonstrate its use this very afternoon--on the two of you.”

That got their attention.

“What?” They almost shouted in unison. “That’s ridiculous! You can’t do that. You can’t be serious.” Aunt Edith let the girls go on for about one minute then held up her hand.

“I can and I will. Or, you two will be cut off without a cent. You will have to go out, find a shabby apartment and get jobs at the lowest wages imaginable. You will give up all of this, too”, she said extending her arm to indicate the house the grounds, the pool, the servants—everything they took for granted. “So, to live under my roof, you will accept the discipline you have coming. Do you understand, ladies?”

Now the bravado was gone. Now they were cowed by the sheer force of Aunt Edith’s commanding personality. They fidgeted nervously.

Tanya whined, “Please Aunt Edith, no. Really…a s-spanking? It’s too childish. We’re too old for this.”

“Too old?” She raised her eyebrows. “Mr. Masters, who were your last sales made to?”

Colin cleared his throat. “Ahh, one was to a college sorority, and most recently I sold some paddles to a girls’ volleyball team. They had all agreed to institute a discipline regime among themselves for slacking off at practice. They really wanted to win,” he added.

“You see?” said Aunt Edith with a triumphant flourish of her arm.  “Perfectly appropriate for girls your age. Now. Mr. Masters, what do you require?”

“I’d like to know what they did to deserve a paddling,” said Colin.

As Aunt Edith recounted the events of the previous evening the girls began to fidget. Colin pursed his lips and frowned. Yes, definitely appropriate, he thought.

“All I need is a sturdy armless chair,” said Colin.

A smiling Greta appeared and brought one in. Colin selected the 15 inch ash paddle and sat down. “Ok, who’s first?” he said.

No one moved. Then Aunt Edith said, “Tanya, your turn to face the music. March yourself right over there. Oh, and lose the beach wrap---you won’t need it.”

Tanya hesitated then said, “Oh, all right, but I think this is just silly.” She undid her sash and let the brief robe fall to her feet. Colin whistled to himself. Tanya’s bikini was indeed brief, merely a string top and a thong bottom. She was practically naked. Colin thought he saw a blush, but she stuck up her chin defiantly and walked over and stood to Colin’s right with arms folded.

Colin looked up at her and said, “If you please, Miss Fontaine, place yourself across my knees.” He tried to sound matter-of-fact about it.

Tanya huffed, but lowered herself across Colin’s lap. He shifted her until her prominent bottom was centered and the uppermost point in her rudely jacknifed posture. Once he had her in position he regarded the truly stunning bottom covered, actually uncovered, by a mere bit of butt floss.

Tanya squealed at this indignity but Aunt Edith admonished her, “You wear a thing like that to go swimming? What is that---a thong? Well, young lady, you can sure be punished in one.”

Colin picked up the paddle from the floor. Tanya wriggled, her head turned looking back over her shoulder.

“How many swats do you want me to give her?” asked Colin.

“How many do you think are appropriate? My father never had a set number. He just spanked until I was bawling my eyes out.”

Colin thought a minute. “With this paddle, on the bare bottom, I’d say about twenty.”

Aunt Edith nodded. “Twenty-Five it is then. Proceed Mr. Masters.”

Tanya sputtered another protest but it was drowned out by the sharp splat of the paddle as it landed squarely across her sit spot.

“Ahhh…..noooo!” shrieked Tanya. “That stings!”
Splat! Swat number two struck, prompting an even louder yelp.

Colin proceeded to apply a very noisy and apparently stinging paddling to Tanya’s jiggling bottom. He settled into a tempo, landing a spank about every two seconds. Tanya pleaded for him to stop. She tried to kick her legs but Colin shifted her to his left thigh and clamped his right leg over hers, trapping her in a lewdly jacknifed position, her nose at the floor and her bottom propped up over his knee.

Having secured her, he resumed. The paddle cracked down repeatedly, with sounds like gunshots, creating red bands across Tanya’s quivering bottom cheeks. She wriggled and thrashed but Colin was bigger and stronger and merely kept on delivering spank after spank even as she squirmed and drummed her toes on the floor.

Eventually she began to apologize.

“Hey, I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Make him stop, Please Aunt Edith! Oww! Owww!”

Apparently the sounds of contrition were not sincere enough for Aunt Edith who stared in stony silence at the proceedings and watched her niece’s paddling continue.

Smack! “Yeow!” Tanya shrieked, the paddle stinging ferociously.
Whack! “Ahhh….owww!” Another swat made her bottom cheeks ripple at impact
Crack! “Owweee!” Tanya was wriggling as much as she could but Colin had her securely pinned.

Emma could scarcely breathe. Her eyes were wide as saucers and her heart was pounding as she watched the lurid tableau. At the same time she noted with grim satisfaction that this was just what little miss Tanya needed, a strong man to put across his knee and provide some much deserved chastisement. A girl sometimes needs that. Even as the thought crossed her mind, she wondered where it had come from.

By the time twenty five sonorous smacks had been doled out, Tanya was blubbering tearfully and promising all manner of good behavior from now on. Colin lifted her up and her hands flew to her inflamed bottom cheeks. She did a shameful dance hopping from foot to foot while Aunt Edith lectured.

“Now let that be a lesson to you, Tanya. No more cavorting around. You will buckle down. Now go stand in the corner facing the wall while Mr. masters deals with your sister.”

At the mention of her name Brittney froze, her eyes wide like a deer in the headlights.

“Please no, Aunt Edith,” she wailed, waving her hands as if she could make this embarrassing prospect go away. But Aunt Edith was implacable.

“Drop that beach wrap and get over there this instant, Brittney,” she commanded.

With fumbling fingers she undid the drawstring and doffed the short robe. Brittney was a bit taller and more slender than Tanya, but she had a great figure nonetheless. Her blonde streaked hair fell to her shoulders, bangs framing her pretty face and those big blue eyes now wide with apprehension. As soon as she drew near, Colin reached out and took her wrist. She gave a little squeal as Colin deftly turned her across his left knee. Then he picked up the paddle.

Crack! That first smack made Brittney toss her head back and arch her body. She howled, “Yiii….owww….that hurts!”
Crack! Smack! Whap! Colin gave her three quick smacks, all of them landing squarely on the ripest curves of Brittney’s bottom.

“Yeeeowww!” Brittney let loose with a shriek.

If anything, Brittney’s paddling was even noisier than Tanya’s. Brittney had no intention of enduring her spanking in stoic silence and howled and shrieked from beginning to end. The next several minutes were a cacophony of loud cracks from the paddle and Brittney’s anguished yelps, entreaties and promises to be good. But Aunt Edith kept a stone face throughout. Brittney’s kicking, flailing and wriggling did her no good at all as the paddle flattened her sumptuous bottom with each loud smack. As with Tanya, Colin locked his right leg over her thighs which reduced her kicking to toes pounding the floor.

By this time Emma was beside herself. It was the most electrifying thing she had ever seen and it alternately sent chills and hot flashes through her core. Watching this very attractive man dish out a spanking to the two errant nieces like some determined father dealing with misbehaving offspring made her feel excited and apprehensive at the same time. Why it seemed to affect her so, she wasn’t at all sure. She was watching something that beckoned, a siren song. Part of her was sexually aroused by the whole thing. I mean, here was a virile male exercising domination over these two nubile girls in an almost primitive way. The other part of her feared that exercise of raw male power. It was like staring into the eyes of the tiger. Kevin had certainly never made her feel that way.

Brittney howled as the last few licks of the paddle cracked down on her now very red bottom. Colin pulled her up and like her sister she did the same spanking dance, rubbing and crying. Aunt Edith sent her to an opposite corner.

“And both of you stand there and think about what you did until I send for you. Greta, you watch them. If they move come and tell me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Greta with a wide grin.

“Young man, let’s go into the parlor.”

Aunt Edith led Colin and Emma into the front parlor. She sent Emma to arrange for some tea. When they were seated Aunt Edith said, “That was very impressive, Mr. Masters. I doubt that my two spoiled nieces will be running off to any roadhouses with false identification anytime soon.”

Colin acknowledged that that was probably the case.

“At any rate, I may have another job for you. I am on the board of trustees at Hawthorne Academy, a school for young ladies. It’s not far from here. I’ve of a mind to send you to see the headmistress there. Discipline and deportment are becoming huge problems there with some of the young ladies. As a private school they have much more leeway to deal with such things. I’ll make a call in the morning. In the meantime, I’d like to have you stay here with us this evening. We have a guest house and it’s very comfortable. Then if I can set up an appointment, you could head for Hawthorne with having to drive back to the city. What do you say?”

“Ah, sure that would be fine,” said Colin. “I would be in your debt.” Another sales call. That would be an unexpected bonus.

“Splendid. It’s settled then. Oh, and we’ll expect you for dinner. Emma will show you to the guest house.”

Colin followed Emma outdoors to a cute cottage. Having doled out paddlings to the nearly bare backsides of two very attractive girls, the sway of Emma’s attractive hips was almost too much. He hoped she wouldn’t notice his aroused state when she turned around. I think it’s cold shower time, he thought.

“Well, this is the guest house,” Emma announced, turning around. Oh my, he is in a state. “Uh, I’ll come get you for supper, but if you need anything…”

“I’ll be sure to call,” he said.

“Uh, wait a minute.” He caught her as she started to leave. “I’m curious. Why are you out here? I mean, you’re young and attractive and I bet you have a degree. Why plant yourself way out here? It can’t be the pay…or is that it?”

Emma’s heart gave a leap. He was perceptive, all right. And he called her attractive. “It’s, well, a long story…maybe, maybe later. I have to do something. Aunt Edith wants a word with me.”

Colin shook his head, watching her from the window as she walked away.

Actually she was on her own time now, but a thought had invaded her head and she could not get it out. Maybe it was time. Maybe this was the opportunity she’d been waiting for. Could she finally deal with her guilt and shame and put the whole sorry mess to rest once and for all? Would a short, sharp shock do it? She wandered into the study, thinking. She certainly deserved something like this. But it would be too weird to just ask. How to do it? Her eyes fell to the desk. There, in plain sight---the personal stationary of Edith Fontaine. She sat down, took a sheet, and began to write.

This story and others are available in the eBook Have Paddle, Will Travel.

 (Over to your right is a link directly to the Amazon Bookstore.Just click on the cover.)

Sunday, January 19, 2014

New eBook Released!

The paired novelettes, Willow Wood Estate and Madeline Smythe are now available at the Amazon Kindle bookstore HERE.
Here is a description:

WILLOW WOOD ESTATE
A young and impressionable coed. An older, but beautiful and sophisticated dominant woman. An isolated country estate harboring old secrets. A circle of women devoted to the study of the sensuous arts of spanking and erotic flagellation.These are the ingredients that come together in this tale of F/F erotic discipline and sex.

Amy Munson has been given a summer job of cataloging a library at Willow Wood by the new mistress of the estate, Athena Winslow. Mainly curious at first, Amy is nonetheless drawn deeper and deeper into Athena Winslow's circle and its tender web of sensual delights; and little does she know what ultimately lies in store for her.


MADELINE SMYTHE
When attorney Ray Slater travelled to Florida to bail his niece out of jail, he never expected to meet her friend Shelly Coleman. Even more, he never expected that Shelly would actually seek him out to ask for discipline at his hands.
Nor did he expect that Shelly's faculty advisor, Madeline Smythe, would make a similar request. So he wasn't that surprised when the two of them enlisted his aid in a role playing weekend at a country manor presided over by Shelly's eccentric great aunt. Great Aunt Bertha has insisted that Shelly be punished for poor performance at school and Ray must convince her that he is up to the job.

Release dates for Barnes and Noble and the Apple store are yet to be determined. Watch this space for announcements.

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Before the Party

Here's a little story that is part of this month's release. Willow Wood Estate and Madeline Smythe, a volume of paired novelettes will be released next week. I'll announce the exact date when I know.
Now for the story:

As the car approached, Amy could see that there was a driver and a passenger. It pulled up in the long circular driveway and came to a stop by the door. A tall and rather solid looking red haired woman wearing what appeared to be a chauffeur's uniform emerged from the driver's seat. She opened the passenger door and Athena got out. The chauffer handled various shopping bags and followed behind Athena as she strode through the front door. Amy had scurried back to the library. Although curious, she wanted to be seen as working when Athena arrived. She was not so confident of their relationship that she should assume special treatment. Athena was still her employer. And lately she'd fallen behind, too enthralled with Calvin's erotica collection to be very efficient.

But Athena paused and saw her through the open library door.
"Amy, please come and meet Paulette." The red head tilted her head and smiled as if amused by the look on Amy's face which was obviously a reaction to Paulette's odd attire.

"Paulette is a special friend of mine. She is here for the gathering tomorrow." When Athena saw Amy's confused look she added, "Oh, didn't I tell you? Some friends of mine are gathering here in a few days for an event. It is an annual convocation. And, I want you to be included. Here, I bought you something special to wear for the first evening of the convocation, a dinner party." Athena handed her a box.

Amy gulped. "For me? I didn't know about a party. Why?"

Athena put her palm on Amy's face and looked into her eyes. "Because, my sweet girl, I want to show you off."

"Thank you, Athena," said Amy. Then a part of her wondered---what kind of event would this be exactly? The strangeness was becoming more and more apparent. First, there was Athena and her students. Then Calvin. Then Witch Hollow and the willows. Now here was Paulette, a voluptuous woman in an odd role.

Athena smiled like an indulgent aunt. "Now, go try it on. I want to see you."

Amy smiled, enthused now that she'd been given a present. "All right," she said brightly, and proceeded to go change.

"We'll be in my studio," Athena called after her.

In her room, Amy opened the box. Inside was what appeared to be a white frock with blue piping. Her eyes widened in disbelief. It was some sort of little girl's frock. It was almost like a sailor suit, with puffy sleeves and a wide blue trimmed collar. She sighed and put it on. The skirt was short, really short. There were also black shoes and white ankle socks. She looked at herself in the mirror. The outfit made her look like she was twelve. She couldn't wear this ridiculous thing. Still, Athena had given it to her. She decided to confront her about it.

Athena stood by the window explaining something to Paulette. It was so strange. Paulette wore a coat and black trousers, almost like a man's. She also wore a little cap, just like a chauffer. But the figure inside the trousers did not belong to any man. She had on a white shirt, too, and her rather full breasts left no doubt as to the gender of the red haired "chauffer". It was as if she were merely playing the role of a servant of some type; she seemed more like a friend to Athena than an employee.

Amy strode purposefully into the room and stopped in the middle to address Athena. "I can't wear this! I look ridiculous." Paulette smiled and raised her eyebrows as Athena turned. She looked Amy up and down, appraising her.

"You like absolutely perfect, Amy. Wouldn't you say so Paulette?"

"Why yes, I would. Who is she, your teenage niece?" Paulette stifled a chuckle.

Amy pursed her lips and frowned at Paulette. "I'm not wearing this to your....your party. It's embarrassing."

"Amy, let's not be petulant, dear. You are so very cute and adorable. They're going to fawn all over you, won't they Paulette?"

Paulette nodded. "Very cute," she said.

"I don't care," said Amy. She stamped her foot without realizing that that probably made her look like a child throwing a tantrum. "I'm not wearing it!"

Athena scrunched her lips. "I see. Amy, do you know Paulette's role with my friends?" Amy shook her head. "Paulette is very special. You see, she is the sergeant-at-arms for my little club. She is very skilled at what she does."

"What does that have to do with anything?" asked a frustrated Amy.

"Only this, Amy. If you continue to behave like a petulant child I may have Paulette demonstrate her considerable skill for your benefit," said Athena smoothly.

Paulette smiled broadly, as if she would like nothing better. She took off her jacket. She put her cap on top of it. When the cap came off, she shook her long mane of flowing red hair. Amy gulped, suddenly intimidated. Paulette was taller than her by at least six inches and outweighed her by forty pounds. But why should that matter?

"I can't wear this," Amy persisted. "I'm not a child. But it makes me look like one."

"Are you so determined to disobey me, Amy?" Athena turned to Paulette and what she said shocked Amy to her core.

"Spank her soundly and put her on display in the corner. I'll be back in few minutes."

Amy couldn't believe her ears. The shock of that casual statement sent a cold chill up Amy’s spine. She looked at Paulette whose lips were curled up in a thin smile. "What? Athena?" But Athena had left, shutting the door behind her.

"You heard Aunty Athena," said Paulette, grinning broadly as she approached the girl.

Amy was frozen to the spot. This was not happening. It all came on so swiftly. The next thing she knew, Paulette had grasped her wrist and was pulling her along, headed for an armless chair that stood out from the wall.

"Oh! Let me go!" Amy squealed, but the larger woman handled her easily. She sat down and swept Amy across her knees with what seemed like no effort at all. Amy felt an arm clamp her back, pinioning her helplessly across Paulette's sturdy thighs. Her frock was raised in back. All she had on underneath were plain white panties. She gasped in shame as even these, her last vestige of modesty, were slipped down, baring her bottom. The tiny panties fluttered at her knee hollows impeding her ability to kick her legs. For a moment all she felt was a cool breeze. Then smack! smack! smack! smack! Paulette's palm landed on her nude bottom cheeks delivering crisp authoritative spanks that made her screech.


"Ow! Ow! Ow!" she yelled. This really stung. The woman had a hand like a paddle. This was no erotic idyll. Amy was getting an authentic spanking.

For the next several minutes and without interruption, the walls of the studio echoed with the sounds of meaty smacks being applied to Amy's bare bottom. The impacts made her teeth rattle and the sting was unrelenting. Each explosive smack was a searing burn. Amy thought to herself the same thing thought by naughty girls since time immemorial---Stop! I'll be good! I'll be good!

Amy wriggled and bucked. She put her hand back to shield her bottom. Paulette just laughed and grabbed it, pinioning her wrist to her back. "No, no, no, little girl. Athena said 'a sound spanking' and that's what you get," she laughed. “This little fanny is going to be well warmed by the time I’m done.” The spanking increased in tempo as Paulette spanked hard and fast. The cute bottom cheeks rippled and quivered with the repeated impacts of Paulette's hand.

"Yow! Yow!" Amy squealed. She was now practically beside herself from the overwhelming burn visited on her backside by Paulette’s unrelenting hand . Her eyes flooded with tears. She was drooling. "Ah...ah...ahhh!" she bleated, all to no avail.


"Now, little miss, will you behave?" Smack! Smack! Smack! These spanks were slower but even harder.

"Yes! Yes! Oh, please stop!"

"And you will wear the frock Athena bought for you?" Smack! Whap! Crack! The big woman's palm stung atrociously.

"Yes! I will wear it! Yes!"  Anything to make it stop!

"Then you may rise," said Paulette, lifting her up and placing Amy on her feet. Amy started to pull her panties back up. "Uh, uh," said Paulette. "Leave those down. Over to the corner with you." She pointed to a far corner.

Amy managed to shuffle over to the corner.

"Face the corner and lift your skirt," commanded Paulette. "Do not rub yourself. Stay that way."

This was the worst yet. Horribly embarrassed and shamed, Amy lifted the skirt to expose her bottom, which she imagined must be beet red, and faced the wall like some disgraced schoolgirl. Her bottom burned. It was positively throbbing. She longed to rub it, to alleviate the awful sting. The other spankings now seemed like playful encounters. Amy heard her walk out, but was too emotionally drained to do anything but stand obediently in the corner, like some recalcitrant child, now duly reprimanded. It was utterly humiliating.

But as the heat in her bottom began to subside, she felt that familiar tingle of arousal. Somehow the shame began to feel delicious. How could that be? The sting subsided to a glow that was almost sensuous. Still, she waited in silence. Minutes went by.
A sudden sound made her turn her head. It was Athena.

"There, you naughty girl. Will you behave now? I see that Paulette has done a thorough job on your naughty backside." Athena regarded her, standing there with her arms folded, shaking her head back and forth.

Amy did not know what to think. She was a conflicted mess of emotions. She just nodded, too overwhelmed to do anything else.

"Come then," said Athena, holding out her hand. "Let's get some cold cream for that bottom."

In a daze Amy pulled her panties up and took Athena's hand. She meekly allowed Athena to lead her upstairs. She stood still while Athena undressed her. When she was quite naked Athena sat on her bed with a large jar of some type of cream. She motioned for Amy to come to her and to climb over her lap. But this time not for punishment. Athena rubbed the cold cream all over Amy's reddened behind, kneading and stroking. Amy moaned with relief at the feel of the soothing cream. She almost purred like a cat.
And then...? Trust me, there's lots more.

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Guest Author---Nigel McParr



The One Buck sale continues. In the meantime here is a story by a guest author.

Nigel McParr wrote for several spanking publications in the 1980's. He doesn't have a large body of work as far as I know but what he does have is very entertaining. His tone is reminiscent of some of the early pioneers with mostly domestic and school scenes, frequently in an F/F orientation.



A Day in the Dorm
By Nigel McParr



It was two AM when Kim let herself into the dorm and tiptoed up to the room
she'd shared with Nancy since they were freshman. She listened for Nancy's
measured breathing before she flicked on her bed lamp and stripped off her jeans
and top. After removing her bra and panties, she took a second to study herself
in the full length mirror on the closet door. It was the girls' single
concession to vanity in their plain little room.

Her friends - especially Nancy - said she had a great shape. Her breasts were
high and full, with a woman's fleshy hips and thighs. Her hair was a light
auburn color, and tended to turn red in the sunlight. She had luminous hazel
eyes and a wide full mouth with soft faint lips.

She ran her hand lightly over her breast and down her hip, caressing her
generous curves. She toyed with her nipples, teasing them until they were hard
and erect. Turning slowly in the soft light, she decided she was pleased with
the firm outline of her breasts and the taut line of her belly. "I really do
have nice tits," she murmured before stifling a yawn, stretching and getting
into bed. She was asleep almost instantly.

The next morning she woke with a start and glanced at her alarm clock. Bright
sunlight slanted into the small room. She tore out of bed and ran to the shower.
She came out in a half-run toweling herself dry. As she hooked her bra she
noticed the small white envelope sticking out beneath her door.

"Migod! What else can go wrong today?"

Picking up the envelope, she could almost sense its contents. Several times
Nancy had tried to warn her about the College's strict disciplinary policy and
her extracurricular activities. But she hadn't listened. She tore the envelope
open and pulled out a small note written in a cramped style:

Report to my office this evening at 6 PM.
Mrs. Kane
Dean, Student Nurses

Kim was terrified. She'd never been summoned to Mrs.Kane's office before but
she'd heard the other girls whispering about the leather strap and paddle she
kept in her desk. She grabbed a tissue, dabbed at the wetness in her eyes, and
desperately put on her makeup. She got into her student uniform and began to
feel a little better. It was a two-piece outfit consisting of a tailored
light-blue cotton dress worn under a crisply starched, white pinafore apron. The
apron had wide straps that criss-crossed in the back. Her uniform always made
her feel like a real nurse when she worked the wards.

The stiffly starched pinafore apron enhanced the already generous curve of her
full bustline. Sometimes while bending over to bathe older male patients, she'd
feel a tentative hand groping for her breasts. If no one else was in the room,
their fondling didn't upset her. She knew they were harmless, and she found
their light touch warm and stimulating. One quiet night on the ward she'd let
one old gentleman unbutton her front and slip his hand inside her bra. Nancy had
laughed hysterically. She said it would probably speed up his recovery.

Somehow she got through her classes that day and met Nancy back at the dorm.
They walked together to the Administration building before Nancy hugged her and
left Kim to enter the building alone. Other than the occasional odd clunk and
rattle from deep within the old brick building, she didn't hear a sound. The
building seemed to be completely deserted. She went up four flights of stairs
and then down a long, dimly lit corridor to Mrs. Kane's office. There was light
leaking from beneath her door. she drew in a breath and knocked softly.

"You may enter."

Kim didn't know it but Nancy hadn't left. She'd followed Kim straight to Mrs.
Kane's office. By the time she got there Kim was already in the lioness' den.
Holding her breath, she moved as close as she dared to the outer door of Mrs.
Kane's office.

The Dean's office was decorated in a rich but somewhat somber decor. The upper
halves of the walls were covered with a heavily embossed deep red wallpaper.
Dark wainscoting ran around the lower walls. There were two leather sofas and an
upholstered chair. Rows of filing cabinets were ranked along one wall. A heavy
floor-to-ceiling velvet drape several feet wide covered a portion of the wall
behind the Dean's desk. Kim had heard there was a door behind the drape that led
to what the girls called Mrs. Kane's "Inner Sanctum". There, the girls said, is
where Mrs. Kane kept her awful leather strap and several springy canes for those
girls who failed to respond to her paddle. There were potted plants everywhere;
on the window sill, the floor and the filing cabinets. The only light in the
room came from a small lamp on the polished oak desk. The rest of the room was
shrouded in semi-darkness.

Mrs. Kane didn't look up when Kim came in. She waved her to a chair in front of
her desk while she continued to write. Kim sat down and took the opportunity to
study this woman more closely. It had been a long time since she'd been in this
office.

Dean Kane was a buxom woman with a stiff no-nonsense matronly air about her. Her
tailored white uniform was neatly starched and pressed. A black-banded nursing
cap was securely pinned to the back of her head. Her olive complexion contrasted
sharply with the dazzling white of her uniform. Seeing her up close Kim still
thought she was an attractive woman. She had a smooth face, framed with dark
hair and a small almost petulant mouth. Right now it was pursed as she wrote.
Kim could see the first subtle streaks of gray starting to run through her hair.
She was wearing frameless glasses that made her large blue eyes look deceptively
kind and soft.

She sighed, and set down her pen. Removing her glasses, she slowly got to her
feet - her chair squeaked in relief as she got up. Kim had no idea she was so
tall. She seemed to tower over her. She positioned her fingers on the edge of
her desk, and leaned over the desk to Kim. She had a dark husky almost melodious
voice.

"Let me tell you, Miss, you may be a senior in good academic standing here, but
you are NOT exempt from our rules! I can expel you like that." She snapped her
fingers so hard they almost cracked. "Do you understand?..."

The woman's overriding presence washed over Kim, mesmerizing her. She was a big
woman with wide shoulders, a heavy bosom and fleshy hips. Her trim waistline and
the tight fit of her uniform accentuated the breadth of her hips and every
motion of her pendulous breasts. Her breasts were straining like water-filled
balloons at her bodice, while her nipples practically burst through the stiffly
starched fabric of her uniform. And she was not wearing a bra. She'd grown to
appreciate the naturally full shape of her heavy breasts and the freedom it gave
her. She paid no attention to the jiggling and swaying of her great bosom. In
fact she rather liked the impression it gave to her nursing students. To her it
was like a declaration of her supreme womanhood.

"...So what have you to say for yourself?" Mrs. Kane's voice abruptly jerked Kim
back to reality.

Unsure of herself, she squirmed deeper into her seat. Her resolution had
vanished. Her courage had simply melted away in the face of this awesome woman.
her voice was weak and quavery.

"Mrs. K-Kane,...I-I've been going out too much. But, I've resolved to stay in my
dorm and really hit the books...I mean it. I've already started to break off
with the gang." Her eyes filled with tears. The Dean's expression didn't change
as she handed her a tissue. "My poor aunt - she spent most of her life savings
to pay for my schooling. I just can't let that poor woman down. No punishment
would be too much. Oh, p-l-e-a-s-e give me one more chance."

Mrs. Kane nodded. "Its against my better judgement, but your concern for your
aunt and your penitent attitude may have saved you from expulsion. I'm not
convinced you even considered abandoning your friends until this evening, but
nevertheless I'm going to give you another chance."

She looked hard at Kim.

"But you must trust my judgement. To remain here you accept the punishment you
deserve. Is that clear?"

Kim nodded.

"That's settled then."

Outside the door, Nancy sucked in her breath. Here it comes, she thought. But at
least she's not being thrown out.

Mrs. Kane pulled out a desk drawer and took out a large leather-covered paddle.
Kim's eyes widened when the woman went to one of the sofas and seated herself on
the middle cushion.

"Strip to your bra and panties - and be quick about it."

"I-I've never been spanked before- "

"Mmm, yes. That's exactly the problem. Now strip to your underwear and come
here." The tone of the Dean's voice made Kim feel small, like a little girl. She
trembled as she slowly removed her uniform, shoes and nylons and crossed the
room to the Dean, standing before her in her underwear. Mrs. Kane smoothed her
starched uniform over her knees and then lowered Kim's panties down to her
ankles. In one smooth motion she took the shaking girl over her lap, placing
Kim's plump buttocks into perfect spanking position. She pinned the girl's
wrists behind her back.

Kim shivered again - she felt like a trussed pig being readied for slaughter. As
she lay across Mrs. Kane's lap, the warmth of her thighs and the pressure of her
heavy breasts calmed her. For one small moment her fear disappeared.

She didn't know it, but the Dean was simply assessing her bare bottom. As firm
and ample as it was, she concluded the girl could easily handle fifty or more
hard paddle strokes. But since tonight was to be her initiation, she'd hold it
to something less, perhaps forty. Next week, the girl would receive the full
measure of her paddle.

As Mrs. Kane raised her paddle, Kim could feel the shift of her heavy breasts
and thighs. She braced herself just before the first stroke landed with a clean
hard crack on one creamy buttock. The second stroke landed even harder on the
other buttock. She began to squirm and kick as she tried to escape pain she'd
never felt before.

The Dean frowned, there would be none of this nonsense. She gave her several
hard smacks that really made the senior howl. "Settle down. I'm just starting to
warm your insolent backside. Any more kicking and I'll really give you something
to cry about."

Dean Kane had spanked and strapped hundreds of her students. She could wield
both paddle and strap with complete and unabashed authority. It was a painful
reminder to Kim of what she'd done. The thick leather paddle spanked and spanked
her, smacking and cracking on her buttocks as if it were a natural extension of
the Dean's arm. Each stroke sank deep into Kim's cheeks, jiggling and burning
them. The marks produced by each application of the paddle slowly grew until her
backside was covered with a single glowing scarlet patch.

Kim was doing her best to be silent, but as the paddling continued, the pain got
worse. She simply couldn't hold back her tears. It was not only painful, but
humiliating and frustrating to be spanked like a little girl. She squealed and
howled at the sound and fury of Mrs. Kane's big paddle, but it continued to bite
into her cheeks, increasing their scarlet hue. She twisted her head around to
look at the Dean.

"Ma'am, please. It stings...and...burns. I'm s-sorry. I'll behave. Please let me
up.O-o-o-g-h, please won't you stop?"

The Dean smiled quietly to herself. The paddle had never failed her. She was
hearing what she wanted to hear from her naughty student. The paddle had broken
through the girl's tough outer veneer and was working inside now, where it
counted. Tears were an important part of her disciplinary regimen.

Outside in the hallway, Nancy was also in tears. Listening to the steady smack
smack of Mrs. Kane's paddle and poor Kim's cries and moans were unsettling for
her. She could hardly contain her emotions. She would try to make it up to her
when she returned to the dorm. She decided she'd better leave. She had no idea
how Kim would react if she knew she'd been eavesdropping.

The Dean gave Kim five more well-placed and hard strokes before she finally put
her paddle down and let the shaking girl slide off her broad lap. She told her
she'd taken her paddling well, but this was only the first one. She'd want to
see her again. There was still more work to be done. Kim listened through her
tears, wondering what she'd let herself in for.

As Kim left the office, she heard footsteps at the end of the darkened corridor.
Glancing down the dim corridor, she saw a slender figure in a student's uniform
disappearing down the stairs.

"Nancy!"


Kim didn't bother to chase Nancy. After the terrible paddling she'd just
received from Mrs. Kane, her backside was in no condition to run after her. She
walked slowly and painfully back to the dorm. When she entered her dorm room,
Nancy was laying on her bed, still in her uniform, reading a text book. Her face
was flushed and she was breathing hard. She glanced up at Kim with a questioning
look on her face but Kim didn't push it. She knew Nancy would confess. Right now
all she wanted was relief from her burning buttocks. She rubbed her sore cheeks
and looked over at Nancy.

"She spanked me! That horrible woman - Dean Kane - made me feel like a little
girl. She took me over her lap and spanked me with an awful leather paddle.
Damn! It really hurt. I was so humiliated. She treated me like I was in grade
school."

Kim crossed the room and eased herself down on Nancy's bed. "O-o-o-g-h, it
h-u-u-r-ts. Just to sit it hurts."

Nancy took her friend's hand. "It must have been terrible. Did you see the
velvet drape?"

"Yes, but she didn't take me behind it. She wants me to return every week until
SHE decides I've had enough correction. I wasn't sure when I left her office I
was still going to go through with this. I'm finding out I don't like being
under someone else's control. But she holds all the cards. I guess I'll stick it
out."

She rubbed her backside again. Damn! That hurt. Have you ever been spanked -
with a paddle? My butt is still on fire."

Nancy laid her book down, sat up and kissed Kim gently on her cheek. "Dear
pathetic Kim, you look so forlorn. I never told you this, but my mother spanked
me until the day I left home. When I was really bad, she spanked me with her
hairbrush and then I went over Dad's lap for a hand spanking too! Its odd, but I
miss those spankings. Is that strange or what?"

She looked deep into Kim's eyes. Did she understand? She thought she saw a
flicker of interest, but she wasn't sure. She wanted to tell her everything -
why her mother had been compelled to spank her so often.

"Get the unguent from the medicine chest. I need a good rubdown." Kim got up
slowly, and began to undress.

Nancy catapulted out of bed and ran to the bathroom. When she returned, Kim was
down to her bra and panties. She pulled her panties down to expose her flaming
red buttocks. Nancy went weak at the sight of Kim casually exposing her
voluptuous buttocks to her. She'd have traded places with Kim in a minute to
receive a spanking like that. Seeing Kim's reddened backside, flooded her with
high school memories: summer trysts with her girlfriend up the street, getting
caught together, the sharp angry sting of her mother's hairbrush. How she'd
savored the afterglow of those spankings. Her hands began to shake as she opened
the tube of cream. She'd never been allowed to touch Kim's buttocks before.

Kim was stretched out face down and naked on her bed. "Rub it in good," she
murmured.

Nancy squeezed a length of the ointment into her hand and began to massage Kim's
sore cheeks and thighs. She was surprised to hear Kim murmur that she liked her
touch. As she kneaded the firm reddened flesh of Kim's buttocks, going as deep
as she dared between her inner thighs, she closed her eyes and relived Kim's
paddling. She could recall every stroke, her anguished cries, the smacks of the
paddle, Mrs. Kane's words. For a few moments she was Kim.

Kim twisted her head around. "Nancy, you have a wonderful touch. That feels so
good. You're going to make a great nurse." Half asleep, she said, "Say, have you
noticed Mrs. Kane's breasts? They felt like pillows when she spanked me."

Nancy giggled. "Yes. they're like big melons. And she never wears a bra
underneath those horribly tight uniforms." She paused. "Kim, there's something I
must tell you. If I don't, I won't be able to forgive myself. I-I was outside
Mrs. Kane's door tonight -the whole time. I heard everything. I just couldn't
stay away. I had to be there with you. And since I couldn't go in with you, I
stood outside and listened. It was my way of sharing in your pain. Can you
forgive me?"

Kim didn't doubt Nancy's concern for her well-being. No, that was pure Nancy.
But she was beginning to see that Nancy wasn't kidding about missing her
parents' discipline. This girl wanted to be spanked. She twisted her head around
again and looked at Nancy. She could feel the first stirrings of her own
metamorphosis. Her latent dominance was stirring and for the first time she felt
its roar.

"I understand your concern, but you eavesdropped on me, you little brat!" Kim
rolled over to face her room mate in time to see her room mate blanch. "I'm
beginning to think what you need is a return to an old fashioned regimen of
spankings. I'm not your mother, but I'll bet I can spank that backside of yours
just as well."

Kim sat up. She was eye-to-eye with Nancy now. but Nancy couldn't maintain Kim's
stare. She held her hands and dropped her eyes to the floor. A pouty look spread
over her face. For a second she looked so adorable, Kim wasn't so sure she could
spank her. At the same time, Nancy's little girl response empowered her, urging
her to go ahead. Kim swung her legs over the bed and patted her bare thighs.

"Come here, miss. You've been a bad girl, listening where you had no business.
You're going over your mother's lap."
As Nancy shyly approached her, Kim found herself slipping into the role of
Nancy's surrogate mother.

"Get out of that uniform, young lady. This will be a bare bottom spanking."

Kim watched Nancy get out of her starched pinafore, dress and slip. When she was
down to her bra and thin white cotton panties, Kim unhooked her bra and dropped
it to the floor. Just like her mother might have done, Kim inserted her hand
inside the waistband of Nancy's panties and slid them down to her ankles. She
looked up at the girl just in time to see a deep rosy blush spreading over her
face. Kim nodded approvingly.

"After what you did, you should blush. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
With that she gave Nancy a sharp open-handed crack with the palm of her hand.
The strength of the spank surprised them both. Kim was clearly enjoying her new
role and Nancy's transformation into such a passive young lady.

She had a young woman's peach-hued complexion, and sharply defined, delicate
features. Unlike Kim who was full-busted and voluptuous, Nancy's breasts were
small and firm with tiny hard pink nipples. She had pitch black hair, large
brown eyes and a pert red mouth. Her waistline was ridiculously small. Her
inordinately plump buttocks tapered into slender thighs and long shapely legs.

Kim gave her a maternal frown. "Over my lap, you naughty girl."

Nancy didn't resist Kim as she was taken over her lap. She was barely in place
when Kim's hand came down in a flash and sank with a loud splat into Nancy's
springy cheek. She immediately followed that with another good spank. Two
bright-red hand prints suddenly appeared on Nancy's alabaster backside. She
began to squirm and kick. Kim let her have several more good bare-handed smacks.


"Stop that squirming, this instant!" Kim surprised herself again. "Or I'll
really give you something to cry about."

Kim could feel the power rushing through her as she administered the noisy
spanking. She relished the power she held over this slim and attractive girl.
Nancy's pitiful protests and her reddening backside fueled her drive to give her
a spanking she wouldn't soon forget. The harder she spanked the girl the more
Nancy regressed into the little girl state.

"O-o-o-g-h! M-Mother, I'll behave. No m-m-more playing with girls. A-a-a-r-g-h!
I-I promise. Please, stop!"

Down the hall, there were three seniors and a lone freshman standing in the
hall, listening to Nancy's whining pleas and the sharp crack of Kim's hand. The
freshman had been trying to pass and was now being held in check by the seniors.
"I hear Kim really got it from Mrs. Kane tonight-"

"Sounds to me like she's taking it out on poor Nancy."

"Poor Nancy! That little brunette bitch deserves it. She's nothing but a slut."

"She probably tried to get into bed with Kim tonight." They all laughed. The
freshman wondered about her fate.

"Migod, she's really getting it."

"Speaking of getting it, this little one is overdue." The tall blonde senior
with her hair in braids looked at the freshman, a short plump blonde. She went
pale and tried to back away.

"Take her into my room," the tall blonde ordered.

The other two seniors grabbed her and escorted her into the blonde's room. She
slammed the door shut, but the freshman didn't protest - she knew better than
that. As the three seniors removed her uniform, they made an elaborate ritual
out of taking off the freshman's underwear. She blushed scarlet as the two
seniors knelt and slowly worked her panties down over her heavy hips while the
tall blonde aggressively fondled and stroked her plump sex and soft inner
thighs.

"Unhook her bra."

One of the girls got to her feet and unsnapped the bra. The sheer weight of her
breasts as they were freed pulled the bra straps off her shoulders. The tall
blonde who wore her hair in thick braids was obviously the leader. She cupped
the freshman's breasts and nodded. She was satisfied with their fullness. Like
jackals the other two seniors held back and waited. They wanted to take the girl
but they didn't dare touch her without the blonde's permission. Meanwhile the
freshman was forced to stand naked and shivering while the tall blonde probed
and examined every inch of and orifice of her body.

She finally nodded. "She'll stay with me tonight. Get the paddle and put her on
the bed."

The two seniors threw the girl on the bed, face down and pinned her legs and
arms securely between them while the tall blonde picked up the sorority paddle
and approached the bed. With both hands on the paddle, she began to fiercely
spank the freshman's plump cheeks. When she was tired, she gave the paddle to
one of the other seniors. All three girls took their turns spanking the girl's
ripe buttocks. They did not intend to stop until her backside was close to
blistering. They ignored the poor girl's shrieks and screams, spanking her until
she was reduced to uncontrollable sobbing. She was crying so hard she couldn't
speak when they finally let her up. Her backside had been paddled to a deep
maroon color. It was welted and striped. When she tried to put on her panties
the blonde ordered her restrained again.
"Hold it! We're not through with you yet. How would you like to get another
paddling tomorrow night?"

"N-No! I've had enough," the girl responded between sobs.

"We'll make a deal. You clean our rooms and do our laundry for the rest of this
year and we'll see that you're not paddled again. Otherwise, its going to be
bottoms up every night for the rest of the year."

"A-Alright. I'll do it."

The blonde senior nodded. "Good. You can start tonight with my room. There's one
other detail. When you are performing your maid services, you will this apron,
and nothing else!" She held out a tiny white organdy see-through apron.

The freshman shook her head. "No! I won't do it."

"Put her back on the bed again, girls. This time I'll teach her to say yes."

They grabbed and spread-eagled her again on the bed while the blonde senior laid
another twenty-five strokes onto her already scarlet cheeks. When she was
finished, the freshman's bottom was beginning to blister.

"Now will you do as you're told?" The blonde held out the tiny apron again.

"Yes," she blubbered. "I-I'll wear the a-apron."

"Good." She waved the two seniors out of her room. "That's enough excitement for
one night."

The last thing the girls saw as they left their classmate's room was the tall
blonde taking the sobbing freshman into her arms and kissing her full on her
lips while she fondled the heavy fullness of the younger girl's breasts.

Down the hall Kim and Nancy's room was quiet. Nancy was stretched out on her
bed. Kim was sitting beside her. Nancy was looking up at Kim.

"I suppose the whole dorm knows you spanked me. But honestly, Kim, I-"

Kim leaned down and pressed her finger to Nancy's lips. "Hush. Don't say a
thing. Your mother understood and so do I. I think we're both beginning to
understand who we really are." She laid her hand over Nancy's and closed her
eyes for a second.

Nancy was crying softly. "Kim, From now on-"

"Come to mamma," Kim whispered and put her best friend to her breast. When Nancy
found her hard nipple and began to suck, tiny shivers of delight shot through
her breast. She lifted Nancy's wet face to hers and softly kissed her. The wet
taste of her lingered on her lips as she slid into bed alongside her slender
room mate.