Working Late (a strap-on and spanking short story)

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Mark stood up from his work with grim satisfaction in his eyes. Kim had replaced him on the bed and she was even more tightly bound than he had been. Mark had tied Kim spreadeagle, stretching her limbs to their limits. He had not stopped there, however. He had rummaged through Kim’s stash of bondage materials and added to her restraints. Beyond the thrill of the power shift, what Claire didn’t expect was how intimate the sex would be. “The person has to be very trusting of you. You have to listen to their physical cues and gauge if they’re having pleasure or if you’re hurting them. You have a lot of control, and that became very sexy to me. Before Jim, I’d always thought of myself as submissive, but through that experience I accessed a totally different side of myself.” From somewhere, she produced a coil of rope, and before Thomas had grasped what was happening, she had secured his wrists to a heavy brass drawer handle on the far side of the heavy oak desk.

Aunt Jenny arrived, saw the damage and learned from the neighbours what had gone on. We were sent to her bedroom. Once there, we held each other, trembling, and started to cry. They're coxes - the apples." she said after a few moments, obviously in no hurry to return to her house. "The tree's past its prime now, but I enjoyed excellent crops until a few years ago." Good," she said, standing up and walking to a cupboard. "Let's swap apples for strokes of the cane, strokes of the cane across your bottom, Thomas." I was speechless – two or three? How come I got eight? And ‘love taps’. My bottom told me very firmly that swats five and six were hard and the last two about as hard as she could manage. I am sure Val enjoyed paddling me.I was just admiring your apple tree," he replied awkwardly, not being able to think of what to say. She looked at him with a slightly amused look on her face and he felt his face flush again and his erection harden. After that, we often spanked each other when Mom and Dana weren't around. We never discussed why we liked it or questioned each other about it; it was just something we understood.

Bending low over Miss Roberts' vast pine desk, shame shook Carly. Gripping the edge with her fingertips, she presented her thin white cotton panties for punishment. Her punishment must hurt her. She hadn't trusted her mum to understand. She hadn't trusted Miss Roberts, and she hadn't trusted herself.

part of Edinburgh deemed to be socially deprived. The school reminded me of a prison, with pupils as inmates and staff whose sole duty seemed to be the daily containment and control of us.

Carly shivered. She'd imagined her warm welcome accompanied by an extreme thrashing. Proud of her flawless apology, Miss Roberts would still condemn her to a severe sentence. Her memorable initial visit had hurt far worse than she'd expected. However, her stunning relief and soaring self-respect had beaten her every dream. It wasn't anything like a spanking from Mom. Mom's spanks were vigorous. She had a heavy hand. Shayla and I were close and I knew she didn't want to hurt me, so her petite hand was light. Even after several minutes I wasn't wiggling like I did from Mom. Thomas was unable to put Miss Craven out of his mind for the rest of the week. He was almost desperate to know if she was the same lady who had threatened him with the cane. The thought excited him and scared him. Thank you," Carly said. She counseled herself. She'd earned this. Her suffering was essential to regain Miss Roberts' respect.

(****, F/f, Severe, severe daughter strapping)

That's when the phone rang and we thought we'd gotten a reprieve, because Mom had an emergency call-up at the hospital. She had to run right then. Shayla and I were so relieved! Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your Val finished doing things in the kitchen and came through to where I was sitting. She asked me all about my trip to the meeting and what I thought of the Mustang. I liked Val a lot – she was very homely and friendly towards me. “You’re not much into hoops huh?” She said looking at my magazine. I explained that I liked football – but English, not American! Thomas changed his route to school after that incident, always fearing that a woman wielding a cane would be waiting behind the gate for him when he passed by. The image of her haunted him. Even now, fifteen years later, the image he had manufactured in his own head, made him nervous each time he had to pass near to 'Wood End House'.

All the way down to the basement, my excitement grew. In my fantasy I had only ever wanted a spanking, but a paddling would be just as exciting. In my head, I kept thinking: “I’m being taken to the basement for a paddling!” This thought still plays a part in my fantasies to this day. Come in, Thomas," she said firmly, leading him to a large oak study, then sitting down behind a desk to face him. I'm sure we went overboard and punished ourselves way harder than Mom ever would have. There was one time when we used the big paddle and strap and then Dana insisted on a little switching to finish things off. I want to tell you about how my Aunt Jenny (whom I was living with full time) gave me and my cousins a severe spanking with the strap.Carly, please trust me. Growing up, my friends got caned." She maintained her momentum. "You've intended to visit Miss Roberts for years, haven't you?" Yesterday, when Miss Roberts and I met with you and your parents, you remained adamant you'd expected therapy." I might be biased, but my twin and I got the raw end of the deal. Though we were younger than Dana, it was too much trouble for Mom to use different implements for different girls, so once Dana switched to a new punishment tool, we all did. That meant Shayla and I got everything a year earlier than Dana had. Unfair!