The Romance of Chastisement

The Romance of Chastisement

Sunday, June 29, 2014

New Book Release (and F/M Sunday)

It's now live on Amazon. Amazon US and Amazon UK

The Health Club is a 25,000+ word novella about a fitness center that guarantees results. And with good reason -- you will attend workout classes or else. It's the "or else" that makes for an intriguing story. Throw in a boy-meets-girl romance and a jealous and domineering female trainer and you have a multi-way spank fest that keeps on coming. This is a switch story with M/F, F/M and F/F scenes (just so no one feels neglected). A companion novella, "Certificate of Correction" explores a world in which young people may elect "the CP option." Accept a session of corporal punishment and the slate will be wiped clean. Enter a new probation officer and her boyfriend. She must learn to use the implements of chastisement herself -- it's part of her job. Who can she enlist to help her? That's what boyfriends are for.

Here is a sample F/M excerpt:



The time came, though, when Danny missed three in a row. He was tired and didn't feel like going a third time that week. "So I have to listen to a lecture," he thought, "no big deal." To his dismay, it was Sandra who gave him the word.

"You and I need to have a little talk, Danny. You have missed a whole week without coming to at least three classes. Meet me at the front desk tomorrow at 5:00pm. Wear regular workout gear." She had fixed him with a thin smile as she gave him the news. It was a little unnerving, thought Danny, like being caught at some naughty deed by the homeroom teacher and called to account. Sandra’s look was unsettling. And what about that boyfriend story? He had to admit to himself that he had been avoiding her. Was this to be some sort of payback?

Still, Danny was curious and was feeling the faint stirrings of desire; Sandra was gorgeous, and she did seem to like him. Besides, it sounded like the worst that would happen is that he might have to do sit ups for her or something.  It’s not like I’m this Todd character, he thought.

So, the next day when Danny met Sandra at the front desk, he wore his workout shorts and a tank top as he’d been told. He fidgeted nervously, waiting. Other club members gave him knowing looks as they passed by, like he was some schoolboy waiting in the hallway outside the school office. Then Sandra appeared. She was dressed as usual in white short shorts and an abbreviated tee shirt that exposed her navel and proudly displayed her ample bust. The sight of her in that get up always made Danny’s pulse race.

"Well Danny, I regret this is necessary but you will follow me to the session room and cooperate fully."

Danny nodded hesitantly while she added, "Failure to comply with this program will result in cancellation of your contract and forfeiture of all funds due."

Holy cow! He hadn’t known that. "Ok, but what are we going to do?" queried Danny. This whole thing was starting to sound way too serious. Why did he have this feeling like he was headed for the principal’s office?

"Just follow me," said Sandra in clipped tone of voice.

They took an elevator to a basement in the building that Danny never even knew existed. At the basement level was a corridor. Sandra led the way, presenting Danny with the opportunity to observe once again the luscious sway of her rear. Despite the strange nature of the situation, Danny began to feel distinctly aroused. His erection caused his shorts to develop a tent. They were alone, in close quarters, in a deserted area of the building and a subtle power shift had become apparent. But Sandra was very much in charge, and this thought was making Danny uneasy. Images of the Todd story flashed in his mind.

Sandra opened a door at the end of the corridor and flipped on the light switch.  Danny let out an involuntary gasp as he entered the room. The room was Spartan except for a strange object at its center. It was a short square platform with a T-shaped pipe sticking up in its middle forming a pair of handles at knee height. There was a sturdy desk and an armless straight-backed chair at one side of the room away from the T-bar platform. Acoustic insulation lined the walls.  The most alarming feature of the room was, however, the wooden paddles that hung on a nail behind the desk.

Before Danny could even open his mouth, Sandra commanded him not to say a word but to stand in front of the desk. As she sat down and took a ledger from a drawer, Danny managed to stammer, "Now wait a minute! You don’t seriously intend to paddle me with that thing?" he said, pointing to the paddle on the wall.


The paddles were just like ones he had seen in high school. They looked formidable. On each one was a name, and Danny realized that these were the names of the club’s trainers.

"Danny," began Sandra," you agreed to this when you signed the contract. If you walk out of this room, you are out of the club and you must still pay the remaining balance of your contract. Frankly, I think a little talk here with me right now will help motivate you to take this club's rules seriously and you will achieve your goal. But, it’s your choice."

Danny saw that he was trapped. He was ashamed to just quit, and on top of that his arousal had begun to run rampant. The thought of turning himself over to Sandra for a paddling was embarrassing, but also exciting in a strange way he didn’t understand.

"For a first time offender, Danny, the club feels that 10 licks with the paddle will encourage you to attend classes as we insist. It's really for your own good. You will remember this the next time you think you are tired or just don't want to bother.  You might like to know that every staff member here has gone through an even more vigorous regime. And as you can see," she said, rising and turning around to unclip her paddle from the wall, "they had plenty to work with on me." The last comment was delivered with a hearty smile and a pat to her bottom, which filled out her tight white shorts to perfection.


She took the paddle off its hook and turned. "Let’s go Danny, sign the book here and we will get this over with. When I countersign it we are done."

Danny’s heart was threatening to burst through his chest. A cold sweat had broken out. She’s really going to paddle my ass with that thing. It’s to get back at me for ignoring her and spending time with Tracy. "Please Sandra, now, not too hard, ok? I'll go through with this because I want to continue here."

Even as he said it, Danny’s mind flashed through every childhood punishment he’d ever had at the hands of a woman: his mother spanking his bare bottom when he was six for playing in the street; Betsy Collins, a babysitter, spanking him for refusing to go to bed when he was eight; Mrs. Freeny, his seventh grade teacher handing out a paddling to him and two other boys when he was thirteen. Sandra’s voice snapped him out of his reverie.




"Danny, are you listening? Ten licks is ten licks, but you can take it. Your little girlfriend Tracy took ten from Chrissy soon after she joined, and she didn’t quit."

Well, thought Danny, so it is about me and Tracy. But if Tracy can hold still for 10 swats I can surely stand it.

He took a deep breath to calm his nerves. "What do you want me to do?"

"Step onto the platform, bend over and hold onto the handles," commanded Sandra, pointing at the T-bar with the paddle. "Do not let go or that swat will not count."



Danny stepped onto the box and bent over, grabbing the twin handles of the short T. The posture stretched his shorts tight across his buttocks. The feeling was one of vulnerability and intense embarrassment. Sandra stepped up and positioned herself to Danny's left. She patted both cheeks of his fanny, and he flinched at the light contact. Assuming a proper stance, she drew her arm back.

Danny gritted his teeth and tensed his body. Here it comes, he thought.

Swinging in a long horizontal arc, she delivered the first swat with a deft wrist-snapping motion at the end.

CRACK! The paddle struck Danny square across the lower part of his bottom. An instant flush of red heat engulfed Danny’s backside.

"Yeeeow" cried Danny, unable to believe how much it stung.

"That's one, Danny. Here's two." Danny heard a whoosh and then…


CRACK!  "Ouch, oh God that stings...please...not so hard." Danny could not believe the smarting sting. His eyes began to water.

SMACK!  "Ow!Yow!stop!" entreated Danny, now panicked.

WHACK! Another swat seared his bottom. "Four!" intoned Sandra.


"For God's sake, please ... no more," cried Danny who felt that the awful sting was so intense that he was losing control. He let go and stood up, clutching his rear cheeks.

"That one did not count, you stood up and let go of the handles," said Sandra." Bend right back over, put your fanny in the air, and don't move."

Gasping now, Danny complied.

CRACK! Another smack seared his rear end.

" Owwww!" wailed Danny, "I can't take any more. Really!"
Danny stood up again, frantically rubbing his stinging bottom. That one had really hurt.


"I cannot have this, Danny. Please stay in position and take it like a man," said Sandra in a flat tone. She patted the paddle against her bare thigh impatiently.

"I can't … I can't ... it just hurts too much," pleaded Danny. He had gone beyond his ability to take it. The intensity of the awful sting had been stunning. He’d never expected it to hurt THAT much.

"If you can't hold still, I will have to do this the old-fashioned way,” said Sandra ominously. She returned to the desk and, sliding a drawer open, pulled out a short wooden paddle about the size of a ping pong paddle.

"What do you mean?" glubbed Danny.

"Just this!" said Sandra, grasping Danny by the earlobe and walking him over toward the chair.  She grabbed the short paddle with her other hand, and tugged Danny by the ear. Danny's head twisted in pain as he stumbled ignominiously after her. Seating herself in the chair, she flipped Danny face down across her well-muscled thighs and clamped her left arm across his back in a steely grip.

"What are you doing!?" cried Danny." Let me go!!" He could not believe this. She had him over her knee like when he was eight years old and Betsy Collins had spanked him. He remembered how embarrassed he’d been then, wriggling over her knee, his PJ’s at his knees while she had spanked him until his bottom had been a hot pink and he’d cried. That was nothing compared to now.

"Since you won't take your licks like a man, I'm going to
give them to you like a little boy!"



Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Sci-Fi Spanking

In honor of the Sci Spanks blog hop, for which I am "ambassadoring" I'm presenting my own little sci-fi nugget. This one is from The Menace from Mongo. Commenting on the story won't win you any of the big prizes. You'll have to do the blog hop for that. But I will give away to one or more lucky commentators a free copy of either of my Sci-Fi stories, The Menace from Mongo or Pendragon's Lash. When you comment, tell me which one you'd like.




 Flash heard the heavy tread of boots coming down the corridor, faintly at first, then louder as they drew closer. There were at least five or six of them. Then they flung open the door. The guards stood to one side and allowed the woman, who was apparently royalty, to enter. She was dressed in a gown of some filmy material. It flowed to her feet clinging to curves that outlined the shape of her willowy figure. She wore a tiara of some type and her arms and wrists were adorned with bracelets. She looked like royalty with her tall, slender, aristocratic features. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a hairdo that made her look like a Greek goddess. 


Behind her, the guards held another woman. Each soldier held an arm but that didn’t stop the woman from struggling. This one was pretty and voluptuous, her dark unkempt hair falling in ringlets to her shoulders. She wore only a short thin tunic. Her shapely legs were on full display and the hardened nipples of her breasts strained against the flimsy material.  There was another woman, too. Some sort of advisor he guessed. Not royalty.


“Earth man, stand up.” It was the one he assumed to be royalty addressing him.

Gordon managed to get to his feet. He was chained against the wall. He’d been that way for hours it seemed, and he was stiff from the confinement, not to mention what he’d already been put through.

“I am Princess Aura. This is Dr. Pagea. You are to perform a task for us and we will watch.” The voice was haughty. It was that of a woman confident that her orders would be obeyed instantly.

Flash strained against the chains, glaring. “And if I refuse?”

“Your friends,” she said. “They will suffer.” She said it casually, as if it were of no importance.

He knew they had Dale and Zarkov. They had landed in a desert area of some sort, but buildings had been visible as they had descended from orbit, so he knew they were not far from civilization. Tests showed the atmosphere was breathable and so they had ventured out. They had looked around and were scrutinizing the landscape and the flora when flyers of some type had landed and men had emerged. The men were apparently soldiers of some type. Their dress and weaponry was curious. A mix of bronze age tunics with leather and armor, they also carried weapons that looked like firearms of some type. To their surprise, despite overtures of peace and friendship the trio had been arrested at the point of these weapons and forced into a flyer.

They’d all been taken at once and told they’d be escorted to the throne room of the apparent ruler of this hostile planet. A soldier had told Flash  that he was called Ming the Merciless and that they were on the planet Mongo. They’d tried to establish that they were diplomatic emissaries from Earth, on a mission of peace, but this announcement had been received with contempt, and they had been promptly seized. Flash had tried to put up a fight but had been stunned by some sort of ray gun, the weapon carried by the soldiers.

They’d been taken before Ming and the next thing Flash knew he had been thrust into an arena and forced to fight wild ape men captured in some remote corner of Mongo…for their amusement. It was surreal, like some crazy variation on Caligula or Nero of ancient Rome, only this was Mongo, another planet.

But he found that on this planet he had exceptional strength and agility. Perhaps it was the low gravity. He had defeated the ape men by employing his Navy Seal hand-to-hand skills. Then they’d thrown him in this cell. He had not liked the way this Emperor Ming had looked at Dale. He felt naturally protective of her and feared what Ming might have in mind.

********

“So then. What do you want?” Flash stood there defiantly but he felt helpless. As long as they held Dale and Zarkov, he had to do their bidding.

The Princess smiled. “Our genetic stock is weak. Mongo needs new blood. That is why we speed toward Earth, to select the strongest of the Earth people as breeding stock. We will see if you can provide it. We will test this slave, once you are finished with her. She is scheduled to be disciplined anyway, so we have decided that you will do it.  It is the way slaves are treated here on Mongo. We will see how you handle a female of ours.” The girl, upon hearing this struggled against the grip of the soldiers. 


“See, she rebels, the little she-cat. So you will tame her as we observe. Let’s see,” said the princess, cocking her head and thinking, “What will amuse us? I know. She has behaved like an obstinate child, so she should receive the punishment usually given to an obstinate child. You will strip her naked and place her across your knees. Then you will spank her buttocks soundly until I tell you to stop. After that, you will have your way with her. That should teach her a good lesson and render her suitable for our tests.” 



The slave girl tossed her head and glared at Flash. She looked him in the eye then spit, as if daring him to touch her. Flash grimaced.

Princess Aura smiled a thin smile. “She does not appeal to you, earth man?” Then the smile hardened. “Unchain him. You will do this, earth man. Remember, we have your friends.”

Flash massaged his wrists as they unlocked his manacles. The slave girl eyed him warily. He had no choice. He reached for the girl as the guards shoved her toward him and then stepped away. They shut the cell door and observed through slots in the walls. It was just Flash and the slave girl left in the empty cell, but pairs of eyes peered through the slots. 



Flash reached for the slave girl and caught her wrist. She tugged back, but her strength was no match for his. He pulled her to him and whispered to her. “I don’t want to do this, but I have no choice. Cooperate and I’ll go as easy as I can.” Her response was to hiss and struggle. Ok, thought Flash, if that’s the way you want it. He grabbed her and the flimsy tunic fell right off. She seemed shocked to be stark naked and stood as if dazed. Flash pulled her over to a low bench and sat on it. So she’s been a naughty girl, has she? Ok, here goes. He flung the girl face down across his knees. She tried to wriggle away, but Flash caught her hand and pinned it in the small of her back.


 The girl’s pale bottom cheeks quivered as she kicked and struggled. She was perfectly shaped with a firm, rounded bottom nicely set off from the tops of her thighs. The full fleshy cheeks jutted upwards as the girl was held face down, jackknifed across his knees.  Flash raised his hand and delivered a crisp smack to the wriggling backside. The girl flung her head back and shrieked. He smacked her again, this time on the opposite globe and she wailed. Flash looked up at the Princess and paused.


“Well, Earth man, proceed. We will tell you when to stop.”

There was no help for it. Flash applied a stinging barrage of spanks to the succulent behind of the slave girl. She writhed and kicked but he held her down easily. His hand rose and fell, rose and fell. For the next few minutes the cell resounded with the sharp smacking sound of Flash’s palm on the unfortunate slave girl’s bottom. Her hind cheeks took on a distinctly bright red hue. Her cries rose to shrill yelps as he continued to spank her vigorously. She wriggled, humping up and down, pressing her pelvis into his knee. Then her cries became dull moans. For a time Flash was sure that she was actually trying to pleasure herself, lifting her bottom in time to the descending spanks then grinding herself on his knee…it was most curious.


“Stop!” The princess commanded. “It is enough.” She smiled and turned to leave. “I understand your need for privacy, but be assured that we are watching. Now do as I commanded.” And she and her entourage left, slamming the cell door.


The slave girl slid to her knees. Her eyes were heavy with lust. Without being told to do anything of the kind and to Flash’s utter surprise, she pulled out his manhood, stiff and engorged. Obviously she was aroused as a result the lusty spanking he’d administered to her jouncy behind, a behind which had wriggled so sexily. She pleasured him with her mouth until he was hard, and then turned, placing herself on all fours and thrusting her well spanked behind toward him.  She looked over her shoulder expectantly. Flash did not have to be told what to do. He mounted her and rode her to climax. Once her passion had been unleashed, she turned out to be insatiable and demanded that he take her, over and over, until both were exhausted.


They came and got her shortly thereafter and left Flash alone in the cell.

 

Sunday, June 22, 2014

F/M Sunday -- The Charity Auction

This vignette is from my upcoming release of that ancient internet classic, The Health Club. When I set out to publish The Health Club, I really had no idea how much work it would need. This story was one of the very first I ever wrote. Hell, it may have been THE first. At any rate, it needed lots of editing and rewriting. But it's almost ready and should be out before the end of the month.

The basic set up is that a young man joins a health club to get in shape. The trainers are all female, all gorgeous and have fit, well-toned bodies. Results are guaranteed because members sign a contract under which they must attend classes -- or else. It's the "or else" that may be of particular interest to those of you reading this.


Art by Sardax, Alazar and others. Photos by Dreams of Spanking, A Voice in the Corner's Vintage collection, others.


Somehow in all of this the club holds a charity fund raiser, an auction at which the "merchandise" is the presentation of a skit for the amusement of some very unique patrons. 




The richly dressed crowd was milling around the bar and buffet when Vicky took the podium.



"Attention everyone, we are ready to start. This year we have a very unusual treat for you. I know you are all staunch Republicans and church-goers, so I know you have a special interest in retribution.”



That drew a big laugh from the assembled guests.



 “So tonight, The Health Club presents some very naughty members of our club who must, unfortunately, atone for some past misdeeds. And it is you, my dear patrons, who will decide their fate. Each of these young men and ladies have been paired with an instructor at my club. Each pair has been dressed and equipped to enact a scene of well deserved chastisement. But how severely will each be punished? That is what you will decide. You will bid against each other to determine the number of strokes, licks, spanks or lashes each of these naughty lads and lassies will get. The dollar amount of each one will be based on the severity of the implement. So, let’s get started. The winning bidder will be entitled to sit in this chair or stand if they wish, right in front of the stage to closely observe."



  The skit to be presented by our protagonist, Danny Martin, and his aerobics instructor, the tall and formidable Chrissy, is of a young man in trouble with his strict 19th century governess.





At the microphone, Vicky said, "I would now like to introduce Danny, a very naughty lad, and his governess, Chrissy."



Danny could not help but blush as he walked onto the stage amid cheers and catcalls. He felt very embarrassed to be wearing the juvenile sailor suit with white knee socks accentuating the short pants that were way too snug.



"Would you get a load of those cute buns in that little sailor suit?" said one very attractive 40ish tall and svelte platinum haired lady to her younger companion. "I like to get his tush bottoms up over my knee".



"Then go for it," said her equally lovely friend. "I'd like to help," she giggled.



Chrissy followed Danny onto the stage, tapping a large oval-shaped wooden hairbrush against her palm. 




"And here is the lovely Chrissy, his governess. Danny has been very remiss in his studies, and there is about to be a reckoning at the hands of Chrissy and her sturdy hairbrush. As you know, the hairbrush is a ladies' instrument of correction, and no self-respecting Victorian governess would be without one.  Danny is about to find out that, wielded by a determined feminine hand, it can really light a fire in a naughty seat. Ladies, this is your chance to see a cute but very naughty boy get a good sound bare-bottomed spanking. I know you have husbands that you can easily imagine in Danny's position (laughter) so use your imagination and let's start the bidding. $75 per spank. Ladies, come on. I know you want to see Danny get his cute buns tanned, but good. Turn around, Danny, and let the girls inspect the merchandise.”




More laughter erupted.



As Danny attempted to smile Chrissy spun him around so the crowd could see him from the rear. There were whistles and hoots as the women admired Danny's tush, packed into the juvenile, too tight short pants. The bidding was competitive. It was one society matron versus another for the privilege of a front row seat at Danny's bottom warming.



At 80 smacks, $6000, the platinum-haired woman and her younger companion placed the final bid.



"Congratulations to Yvonne, everyone. Yvonne, come on down to see this lad get his just desserts. And, Chrissy, be sure to give him a good one!"



"That I will, ma'am", laughed Chrissy.



"Now, Danny, you know you have neglected your studies and you've been very disobedient. I think you know what happens to bad boys who don't obey. Master Danny, it’s time for your spanking!"



With that Chrissy sat in the chair and pulled Danny between her knees.



"We'll just have these little pants right down!" said Chrissy undoing snaps and tugging the pants down to Danny's knees, baring his bottom. Danny blushed beet red at the embarrassment of being partially denuded in public. In private was one thing, but this…




Chrissy upended Danny across her lap. His nose nearly hit the floor as he was put over her knee. His legs were too short to find purchase on the other side and they waved in the air. It was a helpless feeling. To make matters worse, and despite the humiliation of his position, he felt his penis getting stiff as a result of the contact with Chrissy's thighs. He felt the cold hard surface of the brush tapping his rear cheeks, and he tensed, waiting for it to start. He did not have to wait long.



Smack! whack! smack! whack! Chrissy brought the brush down forcefully. Left cheek, right cheek, smack! smack! The sting took Danny’s breath away.




"This should teach you to mind me, young man!" she said. Chrissy briskly paddled Danny's upturned fanny. "I'll have no more disobedience and more diligence in your studies."



"Yeoww -- owww -- owwww!" Danny could not believe the atrocious heat imparted by the hairbrush. As Chrissy continued to spank, he flutter-kicked his feet. His legs were fettered only at the knees by his short pants and he imagined that he looked almost comical, like the reactions of a ten year old, kicking and squirming over the lap of his gorgeous young governess, who was quite determined to teach him a stern lesson in deportment. The hairbrush continued to rise and fall, connecting with resounding smacks against Danny's burning buttocks. After 40 searing spanks, Chrissy halted.



Danny looked up. Chrissy had responded to a signal from Vicky. This was not good, thought Danny.



Yvonne strode to the podium.



"I will go one better than Marion," said Yvonne, the stately platinum blonde. "Laura and I will donate $15000 to finish Danny's spanking ourselves....." she paused for effect …"in private!"

There was a collective intake of breath followed by murmuring in the audience.




Vicky did not drop a beat. "Well, I think that's fair," said Vicky. "We all got to see Chrissy give Danny a good tanning, so let’s leave him now to the tender mercies of Yvonne and Laura. What do you say?”




The audience applauded with assent.



"Vicky dear, do you have a bedroom we can use?" asked Yvonne.



"Use any room you wish, Yvonne. My house is at your disposal"


It goes downhill from there, as you may imagine. Or not, depending on your point of view. Either way it's a hot scene (as are all the others). Watch this blog for the release announcement.