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April 2014

Find your perfect spanking story…

A guide to these stories for new readers

Find your perfect spanking story…

A guide to these stories for new readers

Open question: Have you ever imagined being sent away to stay with Alice and Penny’s strict governess?

How was your stay? Was your arrival anything like this?

Open question: Have you ever imagined being sent away to stay with Alice and Penny’s strict governess?

How was your stay? Was your arrival anything like this?

When are you writing a new story? Will it be about punishment panties?

Patience, dear reader, stories can not be rushed.

Such impetuousness.

I think you’d benefit from staying a while with Alice and Penny’s strict governess.

Just imagine that.

You’d arrive to find the girls sitting demurely in their juvenile dresses, their hair tied into pigtails, their hands folded on their laps like proper little girls. Told not to speak unless spoken to, they’d greet you with a polite nod of acknowledgement. Their governess explains their appearance by relating how naughty they’ve both been, how she caught them both lying naked on a bed, with a smutty book hastily hidden under a pillow.

“Do you know what happens to naughty girls?”, she asks you.

You’re too embarrassed to reply.

In lieu of your answer the governess tells the two girls to stand and lift the hems of their dresses. They jump to their feet, complying quickly and without complaint.

You gasp when you see their plain white panties are pulled up so tight they look like thongs, a thin band of material between each girl’s swollen lips. You can’t help but stare at each girl’s mound, shaved completely bare, and now almost fully exposed to your gawping eyes.

Then she instructs Alice and Penny to turn around and raise the backs of their dresses. Now you can see a round pink circle on each of their buttocks, with the thin strip of their panties running between them. As you can see, the governess tells you, I believe in the virtue of regular bare bottom spankings.

You’re speechless. But secretly it makes you tingle too.

“Thank you girls, you may turn around now”, she says, before adding:

“Now, you both be good whilst I take our new guest upstairs, and help her get changed…”

You open your mouth to protest, to say that won’t be necessary, but her hand has already grasped your wrist, tugging you towards the door.

Because upstairs, a frilly pink polka-dot dress and fresh pair of plain white panties is waiting for you…

When are you writing a new story? Will it be about punishment panties?

Patience, dear reader, stories can not be rushed.

Such impetuousness.

I think you’d benefit from staying a while with Alice and Penny’s strict governess.

Just imagine that.

You’d arrive to find the girls sitting demurely in their juvenile dresses, their hair tied into pigtails, their hands folded on their laps like proper little girls. Told not to speak unless spoken to, they’d greet you with a polite nod of acknowledgement. Their governess explains their appearance by relating how naughty they’ve both been, how she caught them both lying naked on a bed, with a smutty book hastily hidden under a pillow.

“Do you know what happens to naughty girls?”, she asks you.

You’re too embarrassed to reply.

In lieu of your answer the governess tells the two girls to stand and lift the hems of their dresses. They jump to their feet, complying quickly and without complaint.

You gasp when you see their plain white panties are pulled up so tight they look like thongs, a thin band of material between each girl’s swollen lips. You can’t help but stare at each girl’s mound, shaved completely bare, and now almost fully exposed to your gawping eyes.

Then she instructs Alice and Penny to turn around and raise the backs of their dresses. Now you can see a round pink circle on each of their buttocks, with the thin strip of their panties running between them. As you can see, the governess tells you, I believe in the virtue of regular bare bottom spankings.

You’re speechless. But secretly it makes you tingle too.

“Thank you girls, you may turn around now”, she says, before adding:

“Now, you both be good whilst I take our new guest upstairs, and help her get changed…”

You open your mouth to protest, to say that won’t be necessary, but her hand has already grasped your wrist, tugging you towards the door.

Because upstairs, a frilly pink polka-dot dress and fresh pair of plain white panties is waiting for you…

Punished in Plum Panties

Reader lost-little-faerie writes:

I’ve been a bumbling mess all day. I dropped papers, stumbled and forgot what I was doing. I know exactly what’s waiting for me. Lunch came and I sat on in my car devouring the words in front of me. Completely unaware of my good beside me or the songs shuffling on the radio. I was two chapters into his suggested reading when my alarm went off. My heart, which till then beat a slow erratic beat, raced off and I muffled a scream. Entranced I didn’t realize my lunch was over. I started the car and drove back to work trying desperately not to grab my phone and keep reading. My day progressed with more dropping and fumbling. I could scarcely focus. I just kept seeing my plum colored panties laid out besides my brush on my freshly made bed…..

Getting home I glance at my bed and head straight to the bathroom. I put on some jazz and take a long hot shower. My mind can’t help but keep wandering back to panties awaiting me on the bed. I take my time drying off and blow drying my hair. Strolling over to the bed I try not to let my nerves get to he best of me. Fingertips brush the edge of the cotton. Propping up lots of pillows I bend over prepared to take my punishment. I’ve had very naughty thoughts of someone I can’t have. Sliding my hand up the handle I spank my bottom. “One.”  Again, “Two.” Thwack. “Three.” The sound of wood against my fluffy bottom. It hurts so good comes to mind.

By fifteen my was pink and warm. At 34 I could take no more. I put the brush aside trying not to move my stinging bottom. Taking a couple of breaths I gingerly sat up. I winced as my panties slid over my red thighs and bum. Tugging them securely up  and making sure they encompass my wet slit I tied them with a lavender length of ribbon making a little bow. I giggled, a little terrified of what I was going to do next…

I picked up my brush and laid 10 more lashes across my bottom. By now each land of the wood making me drip a little more into my painfully wedged panties. it was odd how something that should be so extremely uncomfortable was so arousing. Maybe it was just endorphins but I loved it.

Staring dubiously at the rope dangling from my bed post. After a short tussle I eventually got my self tied on my tippy toes. I hung there for what seemed like hours. Slowly inching my way down. The pain between my cheeks like needles and knives.

Untying myself i slowly stepped into my black plaid PJ’s careful not to rub up against my tender skin and bound a tight knot at the back with a length of plum ribbon.  making sure my panties and PJ’s had nice tight knots, I crawled into bed to wrap myself around my stuffed elephant. My juices soaking through my pants. The torture!! I am tempted to rub up against my giant elephant just for some relief. But I don’t dare.

My alarm annoyingly goes off and without thinking I rollover onto my sore bum. Ouch. Turning off the alarm I manage to get upright and start untying ribbons. I am forced to peel my plum undies away from my swollen lips. A motion that has me biting my bottom lip….

 

Punished in Plum Panties

Reader lost-little-faerie writes:

I’ve been a bumbling mess all day. I dropped papers, stumbled and forgot what I was doing. I know exactly what’s waiting for me. Lunch came and I sat on in my car devouring the words in front of me. Completely unaware of my good beside me or the songs shuffling on the radio. I was two chapters into his suggested reading when my alarm went off. My heart, which till then beat a slow erratic beat, raced off and I muffled a scream. Entranced I didn’t realize my lunch was over. I started the car and drove back to work trying desperately not to grab my phone and keep reading. My day progressed with more dropping and fumbling. I could scarcely focus. I just kept seeing my plum colored panties laid out besides my brush on my freshly made bed…..

Getting home I glance at my bed and head straight to the bathroom. I put on some jazz and take a long hot shower. My mind can’t help but keep wandering back to panties awaiting me on the bed. I take my time drying off and blow drying my hair. Strolling over to the bed I try not to let my nerves get to he best of me. Fingertips brush the edge of the cotton. Propping up lots of pillows I bend over prepared to take my punishment. I’ve had very naughty thoughts of someone I can’t have. Sliding my hand up the handle I spank my bottom. “One.”  Again, “Two.” Thwack. “Three.” The sound of wood against my fluffy bottom. It hurts so good comes to mind.

By fifteen my was pink and warm. At 34 I could take no more. I put the brush aside trying not to move my stinging bottom. Taking a couple of breaths I gingerly sat up. I winced as my panties slid over my red thighs and bum. Tugging them securely up  and making sure they encompass my wet slit I tied them with a lavender length of ribbon making a little bow. I giggled, a little terrified of what I was going to do next…

I picked up my brush and laid 10 more lashes across my bottom. By now each land of the wood making me drip a little more into my painfully wedged panties. it was odd how something that should be so extremely uncomfortable was so arousing. Maybe it was just endorphins but I loved it.

Staring dubiously at the rope dangling from my bed post. After a short tussle I eventually got my self tied on my tippy toes. I hung there for what seemed like hours. Slowly inching my way down. The pain between my cheeks like needles and knives.

Untying myself i slowly stepped into my black plaid PJ’s careful not to rub up against my tender skin and bound a tight knot at the back with a length of plum ribbon.  making sure my panties and PJ’s had nice tight knots, I crawled into bed to wrap myself around my stuffed elephant. My juices soaking through my pants. The torture!! I am tempted to rub up against my giant elephant just for some relief. But I don’t dare.

My alarm annoyingly goes off and without thinking I rollover onto my sore bum. Ouch. Turning off the alarm I manage to get upright and start untying ribbons. I am forced to peel my plum undies away from my swollen lips. A motion that has me biting my bottom lip….

 

Do you happen to have any lesbian stories?

I have written several featuring spankings of young ladies by female disciplinarians. What exactly happens between them after bottoms are smacked – I leave as an exercise for your imagination.

Your homework then, dear reader, is to read the following stories, and then imagine the delightfully explicit details of their assignations for yourself.

In Cosmopolitan, ladies play at being schoolgirls for a weekend, just imagine the naughty possibilities, from kinky misdemeanours in the dorms, to what might happen when Miss summons you to her private study and pulls down your knickers.

Lupercalia features a headmistress who likes to completely undress those she disciplines; she must find that very arousing, don’t you think? The same story also tells of a priestess who bathes and massages the young ladies who visit her temple. Can you imagine what she longs to do?

Then there’s Punishment Panties, Can you think of what the girls got up to at the lake, whilst lying naked beside each other, drying in the summer sun? Or can you imagine being their strict governess, having to perform intimate inspections throughout the day to ensure the girls’ panties remain tight. How long do you think she’ll be able to resist before her fingers start to wander?

Finally, there’s Ups and Downs, a story of a governess, a headmistress and the schoolgirls in their care. This one isn’t just about discipline, it’s about looking after those you love.

I wish you many happy imaginings.

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