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Good Girls, Bad Girls: They All Deserve a Spanking


Anna pulled her car onto the gravel driveway and eyed the crumbling mansion with suspicion. It didn’t look like anyone had been in the home for years, and it damned sure didn’t appear to be a good place for a meeting.

“More like a place for a murder,” she murmured to herself. “Or something equally as bad.”

Even good girls deserve a spanking

Anna took a note from her pocket and compared it to the address.

“1313 Mockingbird Lane,” she said to herself. Anna kept her voice low. There was no one around – no one to hear her ruminations. But still, whispering seemed appropriate. “It’s the right address. But this damn sure doesn’t look like the right house.”

Anna shook her head. The address matched the one she has received in e-mail. But something was off. “Damn,” she muttered, then lifted her door handle. “I’ll have to check this out.” Her foot crunched into the gravel, and Anna stood straight beside her car. She eyed the house again for movement, then carefully closed the car door.

Anna was dressed simply: khaki pants, a white blouse and sneakers. She had her hair tied back into a ponytail and wore no jewelry. Typically, when Anna received email at her private address, it meant a mission. But this particular email hadn’t been specific enough for her to suss out a possible agenda. So rather than wear a black unitard and camouflage make-up, she chose more direct clothing. Easier to explain why she wasn’t dressed as a spy, than to wear her more typical garb.

The downside, of course, was that Anna was a beautiful woman with large breasts. If she wasn’t trying to hide her identity, she was the kind of woman who stood out in a crowd.

Even now, in the dimming sunlight, she almost glowed in the dark. Anna knew that she was gorgeous; that she attracted both men and women. But that couldn’t be helped. Indeed, it could turn out to be an asset, she thought.

Anna glanced at the email that she had printed out. “Go now, to 1313 Mockingbird Lane. Find a woman named Jenkins.”

Nothing more to the email. The headers had been forged; not at all uncommon in her line of work. She couldn’t trace the email. But then, only her handlers had her Hush mail account.

So when Anna received the email, she locked up her house and hit the road. She always closed the house up tight when leaving for a mission. No telling how long she would be gone. Closing up a house that tightly was expensive, but so was Anna. There weren’t many freelance female agents, so Anna could charge what she wanted. Besides. She was good at her job. As good as any man, and more versatile.

Anna crumpled the note and shoved it into her pocket. Carefully, she approached the house. A sudden gust of wind howled around the edge of the home as she drew near. It whipped a few strands of her blonde hair loose from the ponytail. The sun edged a little lower in the sky. Anna looked up.

“Was that candle always lit?” Anna wondered. “I don’t remember it.” Apprehension caused her to be more cautious in her approach. She crouched and noted that the sun also seemed to have dropped below the horizon. Tall trees surrounded the mansion, and the grounds were suddenly gloomy. In her crouch, Anna seemed to skitter across the front lawn. She was careful, but still, Anna was expected.

The front door creaked open before Anna could put a hand to the knob. “What the-?” Anna was startled only because there was no one behind the door; there was no one visible who could have pushed it open. “Shit!” she murmured. “Not good.”

Still, a job was a job. Anna was well paid because she wasn’t easily scared off.

She stepped onto the porch and looked inside. What she saw surprised her.

Outside, the house was a decaying mansion, passed its prime and grandeur. There were a scattering of broken windows, missing shingles and broken drainpipes. The lawn was more field than grass, and the stand to the mailbox was snapped in two.

Anna was ready for the home to be in total disarray – empty, and void of life. But that’s not what she found. The inside of the home was impressive, a lush beauty that belied the crumbling exterior. The foyer glowed with candle light, and it flickered off rich, hardwood floors. Above the floors hung paintings of nude women, cavorting with men and satyrs. It all looked almost demonic, with the paintings of nude seeming to dance in the red flickers. And the sounds! Tinkling laughter – definitely that of women – filtered through the home, and from somewhere, a jazz piano.

“This gets stranger and stranger,” Anna murmured. She put a hand into her pocket. Anna rarely used her weapon – a snub-nosed .38 – but she had it with her always, just in case. Anna didn’t mind that it created a gun-like bulge in her pocket. So much the better that people knew she was armed. “Let’s just see what we shall see.”

Anna slipped carefully through the door. Once inside, Anna could see there was a sign posted in the hallway: “Alice’s House – Enjoy Yourself.”

As Anna read the sign, the door slammed shut behind her.

“Goddammit!” Anna leaped to the door and grabbed the knob with her left hand. With her right hand, she pulled the pistol from her pants. “Open the fucking door!” Anna had the gun out, but there was no one to point it at. She yanked at the door knob. The front door didn’t budge.

“This isn’t funny, goddammit!” Anna waved the gun around. “Show yourself!”

She’s a bad girl.” It was a woman’s voice, and it was beside Anna! She whirled to her right and aimed her gun; but there was no one there!

A very bad girl,” another voice agreed. “Only bad girls have guns.” It came from the other side, and Anna spun again, this time letting go of the door knob. She turned right. Then left. Then entire circle, waving the gun the entire time. “Where are you!?” Anna screamed. “Goddammit! Open the damn door.”

I bet she came here to steal something.” It was a third voice, and again, it was female.

Miz Jenkins will know what to do with her.” It was yet another female voice .

“Jenkins!” Anna snarled. “Bring me your Mrs. Jenkins,” she snapped. “Bring her to me now!”

Suddenly, the temperature in the house seemed to drop by about 20 degrees, as a cold wave swept down the hallway. The gun was snatched from Anna’s hand by invisible forces and Anna’s hands were pinned to her sides.

That’s Miz Jenkins,” an older, female voice said. Anna was lifted by unseen hands until her feet dangled above the floor. Anna kicked the empty air, but connected with nothing. “You girls are right,” Miz Jenkins said. “This is a bad girl.

“Fuck you!” Anna screamed. “Let me go.” Anna kicked again. And again, her foot connected with nothing.

Apparently in response, Anna’s khaki’s were unsnapped and then yanked off her legs. Anna found herself nude below the waist except for her white cotton panties.

Hold her, girls,” Miz Jenkins said, still invisible. “I know just what bad girls need.”
In front of Anna, a piece of the hardwood floor was slowly bent upward until it snapped!

Bad girls need a spanking!

Anna struggled wildly in the ghostly arms, kicking and flailing. All the while her eyes tracked the three-foot piece of flooring as it floated around behind her.

SMACK!

“Yowtch!” Anna screamed.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Yow! No! Stop!”

Suddenly, Anna felt her cotton panties snatched off. Her ass was bared, and there were female voices giggling all around her.

SMACK!

“Ouch!” Anna yelled again. The swinging board was relentless, and Anna’s legs were flailing in mid-air. And though her buttocks burned from the spanking, she felt a different kind of warmth beginning deep in her belly: One set of the ghostly hands had released her, and found their way to her pussy.

“Oh, god! No!”

As the board rose and fell, the fingers slid deep inside of her.

“Stop! No! Don’t! Stop!”

Apologize!” It was Miz Jenkins’ disembodied voice issuing the command. “Apologize for swearing!

“All right!” Anna screamed. “I’ll be good! I promise. I’ll be good!”

The board hovered in the air. “Apologize for swearing,” Miz Jenkins said again.

Anna was still suspended in in the air, ghostly fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy. Her ass was bright red and her legs were exhausted from kicking. “Fuck off!” she screamed. “Let me down!”

SMACK!

Say that you’re sorry!” Miz Jenkins demanded.

Anna spun in mid-air. Her legs were tired, yet she was still horny. She couldn’t see anyone, but felt another set of hands join the first: four hands stroked her pussy; the board rose and fell.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Are you sorry?” the disembodied voice of Ms. Jenkins demanded.

Anna felt herself lowered to the floor. She couldn’t kick, and really didn’t feel like moving. A ghostly mouth was on her breast. Ghostly hands covered her body and masturbated her furiously. She sucked in a breath; the makeshift paddle was raised high in the air. Anna felt an orgasm boiling her stomach.

“I’m a good girl,” Anna said through her teeth. “And good girls deserve–” Anna gasped as three fingers slipped deep inside of her and tongues slathered her body. “Fuck you, Casper,” Anna said between clenched teeth.

SMACK!

–End–


This post is part of Spank or Treat 2012.

Here are the rules:
Visit each blog between October 29th and 31st to read the posted Halloween stories. Leave a comment answering the story question on each blog.

Spank or Treat

Spank or Treat 2012

Once you have visited and left comments on all of the blogs, visit Ana’s blog to sign up for the prize drawing.* Brownie points if you describe the Halloween costumeyou are wearing. Deadline is midnight EST (UTC -5) on October 31st!!

Visit any of the participating blogs after Halloween to see who was lucky enough to win the prize.

Happy Halloween! Have fun and spank hard! Kat and Natalie look forward to wishing you a very happy spanky holiday.

Participating Authors (subject to change)

Alice Dark

Anastasia Vitsky

Cara Bristol

Celeste Jones

Constance Masters

Emma K. Gardner

Patty Devlin

Renee Rose

Starla Kaye

Sue Lyndon

The fine print:

Only one entry per person, please. Late or incomplete sign-ups (i.e. only visiting some of the blogs) will not be accepted. Participants must be age 18 or older. Attempts to spank the authors will be met with ridicule or giggling, depending on the individual. If the winner does not claim his or her prize within one week, another winner will be randomly chosen from the original participants.
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*Link to sign-up post will not go live until October 29th.


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Bettie Page – Wicked Girl, Spanking Comic


I’ve always loved Bettie Page, a brunette Spanking Queen with a shoulder-length hairdo and blunt-cut bangs. She was – and still is – an idol of mine.

I love the thousands of black-and-white glossy photographs her her in high heels, bikinis, negligees and quite often nothing at all.

Bettie inspired comic books, fan clubs and Web sites around the world. And in 2005, someone finally make a film about her life: “The Notorious Bettie Page.”

I stumbled over this comic years ago in my travels. For now, my lovelies, enjoy it. And as Halloween approaches, think about wearing a costume that honors Bettie Page’s memory.

Get the comic here!


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The Reminder


Lesbian spanking, F/f spanking, Femdom, DominaYou are mine. You belong to me.
I decide what you see.
What you say.
Where you go and how you get there.
I own you. You are mine.

And tonight, I’ll remind you of exactly what that means.


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Spanking Meg – a fragment


She slapped the girl hard across both ass cheeks and Meg squealed. It wasn’t a cry of pain or outrage, but something more — something deeper and primal. Alice knew that even though Meg seemed terrified, she was enjoying her helpless situation. Alice spanked her bottom hard again, and two red hand prints slowly criss-crossed Meg’s perfect, white behind.

“Tell me Meg,” Alice said, licking her lips. “When was the last time that you were spanked?”

Meg shut her eyes, and a fine tremor shook her frame. “Please, Mistress Alice,” she moaned. “Please don’t spank me again!” But even though Meg seemed to be begging to be released, Alice noted that Meg didn’t struggle to get away; she actually clawed deeper into Alice’s lap as thought to become a part of her.

Alice spanked Meg’s bare ass hard again. Smack! Smack! Smack! Then after those three beats Alice spanked Meg again a little harder.

“Ooh,” Meg growled kicking her legs. “Please, Mistress Alice!”

“You haven’t answered my question,” Alice said again, spanking the girl’s cheeks slowly and firmly. They blush so beautifully, Alice thought.

Meg didn’t responded, but arched her butt into the spankings.

“You are going to tell me,” Alice said, gritting her teeth. “I will make you say the words.”

“Bitch!” Meg squeaked, shaking her head.

“As a matter of fact I am,” Alice said, smiling wickedly. “But you would likely know me better as the Evil Queen.” Smack! Smack! Smack! Alice punctuated the statement with three rapid swats. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! After only a moment’s pause, Alice delivered five more rapid-fire spankings – her palm to Meg’s burning ass cheeks.

Meg burst into tears, but still she clawed at Alice’s lap as though she was trying to be one with the woman. “Please, Mistress Alice! Please! Please!”

Alice’s wicked smile widened, and she whacked the poor girl’s bare ass. Smack! Smack! Smack!

The Caning of Misty Day – an excerpt


“Oh, god, Heather!” Misty’s voice was a harsh and insistent whisper. “Please fuck me. Quit screwing around and please, fuck me!”

The Caning of Misty Day: A Lesbian Threesome of Spanking and Sex

The Caning of Misty Day: A Lesbian Threesome of Spanking and Sex

But Heather didn’t rush her seduction. She noticed Misty toes curling tight, bunching the soft material of the comforter. Misty was vulnerable at this point – unsure of what would happen next. She sighed again a deep sigh of resignation, as if she was fully letting go – giving herself to Heather, both physically and mentally. In smooth, almost liquid movements, Misty spreads her legs wider and wider.

Heather smiled inwardly at the surrender by her girlfriend. In their relationship, Misty was normally the aggressor. Heather tickled Misty’s pussy with the tips of her fingers, encouraging the girl to spread her legs even wider. Soon, Misty reached the point where she has strained her knees to the widest. To give Heather even more access, Misty drew her feet together so that the soles were flat against one another. This caused Misty’s vaginal lips to open, and gave Heather clear access to Misty’s engorged clitoris.

It was as though Misty was flower, spreading wide to take full advantage of Heather’s warmth and affection; it was an unveiling, a moment of sweet release for Misty. It took all of Misty’s courage to expose herself so thoroughly, but once she has done so, she had the strength to continue.

The two of them remain motionless for a moment as though captured in a photograph: Misty, as the exhibitionist, and Heather as a voyeur.

The moment passed, and Heather reached for Misty with one hand, pulling her closer, while allowing the fingers of her free hand to gently stroke stroke Misty’s vagina. Misty’s pussy was wet and warm. Heather smiled softly and stroked her fingers up and down while her thumb encircles Misty’s engorged clitoris.

Misty growled deep in her throat, a primal noise of need that was long and low. She trembled and strained to open her legs even wider, but they were already as wide as her flexible muscles would allow. Misty’s ass rose just a bit off the bed; she was reaching for more – for Heather’s fingers deeper into her pussy. Any vulnerability that Misty had shown early has passed. Now, she wanted only satisfaction.

Heather continued to stroke Misty and noted the orgasm that was building in her girlfriend. Misty’s pussy was hot and slick – Heather’s fingers slid in and out easily.
Misty began grunting; her peak approached quickly, and suddenly Heather changed the rhythm. Instead of stroking in and out of her lover, Heather used the palm of her hand to spank Misty’s pussy. Lightly at first, but Heather soon increased the pussy spankings in intensity.

“Oh my god,” Misty groaned. “Oh, please let me come!”


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