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Gwendolyn is Punished for Flirting – a fragment


Gwendolyn blushed, and dropped her chin to her shoulder. She knelt on the floor and risked a quick glance at him through the fringe of her black bangs.

“You know what’s coming,” he said roughly.

“Yes Sir,” she murmured, dropping her gaze to the floor once again.

Gwendolyn got slowly to her feet and shuffled to the corner. Once there, she raised her skirt and stuffed it into her belt, and began to ease down her panties.

“All the way,” he said.

“Yes Sir.” Gwendolyn’s voice was barely above a whisper.

Stooping she pushed her panties to her ankles and then straightened up.

“Don’t move until I am ready to deal with you,” he said growled. “Not one inch.”

Michael crossed the room and retrieved a hair brush from the dresser. He also picked up a straight-backed chair. Returning to the center of the room, he set the chair down squarely and placed the brush on the seat.

Gwendolyn listened nervously. She knew what he was doing and why. She would have to wait for her punishment

Behind her, Michael crossed the floor and sat in a comfortable leather recliner. From the sound of it, Gwendolyn believed he was reading a magazine, slowly flipping the pages.

After about 10 minutes of standing, Gwendolyn moaned and began a slight twisting in the her corner. Michael allowed her this tiny movement for only a few seconds: “Stop that,” he barked. Gwendolyn froze.

Michael read for nearly an hour more, glancing occasionally over the edge of the pages at Gwendolyn. Her pert bottom was lovely; and she trembled just a bit as she waited for the punishment she knew was coming.

At last, Michael stood up and dropped his magazine into the leather chair. He crossed the floor to the straight-backed chair and sat down. At last, he gave the command that Gwendolyn longed for: “Come here,” he said.

She turned at once, and then hesitantly shuffled forward, her ankles hobbled by her panties. This was the part she liked: Laying over his knees and hugging into his thighs. He was warm and hard beneath her.

“Now, my dear. You know what’s coming, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

Michael stiffened. “Yes what?”

“Yes Sir,” she whispered.

Gwendolyn shifted on his lap, lifting her bottom a little.

Michael gazed at her bottom as she pushed it toward him. He saw there a couple of small bruises, evidence of her last spanking.

Michael ran his thumb along the crack of her bottom. “How long did you have to stand up at the dinner table after you last spanking?”

Gwendolyn wiggled her rump at his gentle touch and sighed. “One whole day, Sir,” she said ruefully. “Breakfast, lunch and supper.”

“And this time?” he queried. “How long do you think?”

“I don’t know, Sir.”

With the hair brush in his right hand, and his arms gripping her legs, Michael suddenly slapped her bottom. CRACK! It was a satisfying splat that pulled a gasp from Gwendolyn. She crossed her legs tightly at the sudden sting.

Michael struck again – CRACK! – spanking the other cheek.

Gwendolyn hissed and wiggled her behind at him.

“Sometimes I don’t know why I bother,” Michael said. “You never seem to learn from your spankings, do you?” Michael didn’t wait for an answer.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Gwendolyn sobbed and bucked furiously. “No Sir,” she cried.

“You flirt without permission,” Michael growled. “Maybe these spankings don’t work. Maybe I should find a new pet.”

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“O, please,” Gwendolyn cried out. “Please don’t give up on me Sir. I won’t flirt with anyone ever again!” Gwendolyn’s voice was strained, and she pumped her thighs hard against Michael’s legs. “Spank me! Please spank me. I deserve it!” Gwendolyn was sobbing. “But, please don’t give up on me!”

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“I won’t give up,” Michael said with a grim determination. “But if I see you even look at another man, next time, I will use the cane.”

Inside, Gwendolyn’s heart leaped, and despite the pain in her butt, she smiled wickedly. “Oh Sir,” she sobbed. “I promise, I’ll be good!”


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Bettie Page Comic from Fetish Press


Bettie Page has always been a love of mine, and I stumbled across this comic during my travels. The publisher misspelled our darling’s name, but still … well. See for yourself. It’s here for the download.

Bettie Page comic

Click to download the Bettie Page Comic

Over the years, Bettie worked in San Francisco, in Haiti and New York City. It was in the latter that she tried to find work as an actress. While in NYC she supported herself by working as a secretary. In 1950, while walking along the Coney Island shore, Bettie met Jerry Tibbs, a police officer with an interest in photography. She was a willing model, and Tibbs took pictures of her and put together her first pinup portfolio.

After that, Bettie entered the field of glamour photography as a popular camera club model. Bettie’s name and image became quickly known, and in 1951, her image appeared in men’s magazines such as Wink, Titter, Eyefull and Beauty Parade.

English: Bettie Page with a riding crop

English: Bettie Page with a riding crop (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

From 1952 through 1957, she posed for photographer Irving Klaw for mail-order photographs with pin-up and bondage themes. Klaw also used Bettie in dozens of short, black-and-white 8mm and 16mm films. These silent featurettes showed women clad in lingerie and high heels, acting out scenarios of abduction, domination, and slave-training; bondage, spanking, and elaborate leather costumes and restraints were included periodically. Bettie alternated between playing a stern dominatrix, and a helpless victim bound hand and foot. Klaw also produced a line of still photos taken during these sessions. Some have become iconic images, such as his highest-selling photo of Bettie — shown gagged and bound in a web of ropes, from the film Leopard Bikini Bound.

English: Bettie Page with a riding crop

English: Bettie Page with a riding crop (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

In 1953, Bettie appeared on The United States Steel Hour and The Jackie Gleason Show. Her Off-Broadway productions included “Time is a Thief” and “Sunday Costs Five Pesos.” Bettie acted and danced in the feature-length burlesque revue film Striporama. She was given a brief speaking role, the only time her voice has been captured on film.

In 1954, Bettie was signed for a photo session at the wildlife park Africa USA in Boca Raton, Florida. The Jungle Bettie photographs from this shoot are among her most celebrated. The leopard skin patterned Jungle Girl outfit she wore was made, along with much of her lingerie, by Bettie herself.

In 1955, Playboy founder Hugh Hefner, selected Bettie for the Playmate of the Month centerfold in the January 1955 issue. The famous photo shows Bettie, wearing only a Santa hat, kneeling before a Christmas tree holding an ornament and playfully winking at the camera.

English: Bettie Page spanking a tied-up woman

English: Bettie Page spanking a tied-up woman (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

In 1955, Bettie won the title “Miss Pinup Girl of the World”. She also became known as “The Queen of Curves” and “The Dark Angel.” While pin-up and glamour models frequently have careers measured in months, Bettie was in demand for several years, continuing to model until 1957. Although she frequently posed nude, she never appeared in scenes with explicit sexual content.

… from Wikipedia

A Twin’s Spanking – a fragment


From the corner of my eye, I saw him approaching. Damn. He must have seen me.

He got close, leaned over and whispered in my ear. “If you do that again, I’m going to get the paddle.”

Shit! Yep. Definitely caught. But I was confused and a little scared. My twin sister was supposed to be here tonight, but at the last moment, I had taken her place. According to my sister, Gwen, her boyfriend (who didn’t know we’d switched!) and I were supposed to canoing after dinner.

“Could that be what he meant by paddle?” I knew wasn’t sure, but I was just trying to convince myself it was something darker.

With dinner done, my sister’s boyfriend, Jon, and I walked back to the cabin. It was glad it was dark. Much less chance of him figuring out who I was and asking questions I didn’t want to answer. And I was half-convinced that we would take the trail to the lake instead of our temporary home in the woods.

We didn’t. Instead, he climbed the stairs to the rough-hewn cabin, pushed open the door and went into the dark. Odd that he didn’t flip the switch on the way in. “We have electricity in the cabin,” I thought.

“Come on in,” he called out from inside.

Warily, with my hands stretched out in front of my face, I entered the cabin. Almost immediately, he grabbed my left arm and yanked me forward! Tumbling toward him, I tried to protect myself. I threw my hands out in front of my face and was surprised with I didn’t hit the floor.

Instead, my full weight landed squarely across his knee. “Shit!” I said. “What the hell?”

Upon entering the cabin, Jon had sat down in a straight-back chair, and now I was laying across his lap. And as soon as he grabbed my skirt, I knew exactly what was happening! He was going to spank me!

“O, damn,” I thought. “Damn, damn, damn.” I wanted to to shout at him: “It’s a mistake, damnit! I’m not my sister!” But, I knew better. Gwen and I had concocted this scheme, and I couldn’t go back on the deal. I knew before I agreed to change places with my sister that Jon was a Dominant. I knew that he would demand obedience, but I never expected to be spanked. Still, I couldn’t go back on my word to my sister. I would have to accept this!

I shuddered in his lap. “How did I get myself into this mess?”

Jon tucked my skirt into my belt and then pulled down my panties. I felt the screams on my lips: that I wasn’t Gwen; that I didn’t deserve this spanking!

But I couldn’t do it. She was my twin. We were more than just sisters. So when Jon’s hand came to rest lightly on my bare bottom I shut my mouth and bit back any cries.

“You were a brat at supper, Gwen,” Jon said. “You made fun of the food and my friends. You embarrassed me.”

Jon’s hand was still on my ass as he lectured me again about my manners and attitude. “Jeez,” I thought. “He’s so nit-picky! How can Gwen stand him?” Yet even with those thoughts, I kept my mouth shut. Normally, I would have mimicked him – sarcastically making fun of his scolding. But with his hand on my ass, as I lay across his knee – I knew that it was best to keep quiet.

“This won’t be bad,” I told myself. “He doesn’t dare really hurt me. A few light spanks, and it will be finished.” I smiled, because I knew he couldn’t see me. I would keep my mouth shut and take it for my sister.

At that moment, there was a sudden CRACK! as he walloped my right butt cheek! At first I was stunned, and before I could react, three more spankings hit my cheeks!

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

I howled my surprise and displeasure and fought hard in his lap! But Jon was strong, and he held me tight with one arm while delivering stinging swats with his free hand.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

My firm bottom was getting one hell of a spanking and Jon showed no signs of slowing down. He alternated the strikes so that both cheeks got equal attention. He even spanked the tops of my legs!

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

I was crying loudly at each spank, and my tears soaked his jeans. My bottom was on fire, and I was totally focused on the heat of each stroke.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“Yes sir, yes-sir, yes-sir!” I blubbered between the severe strokes. “Please! Yes sir! Anything!”

CRACK! CRACK!

I was saying anything I could think of to get him to stop smacking my bare bottom!

CRACK!

Finally he stopped, and rubbed my bottom lightly. I sobbed and arched my butt into his gentle hand. “Please. Yes. Anything.” I was babbling, and I knew it.

He let me stand, and I pulled my panties up. Jon looked up at me from his chair. He put his finger under my chin to raise my tear-stained face. “Next time, you’ll behave at dinner,” he said. “Bratty girls get spanked. Even when they’re not Gwen.”

I gasped! Jon knew! “But-”

He put his thumb on my lips. “She would have known better than to be so wicked at dinner,” Jon said. “She doesn’t have a bratty bone in her body.” Jon smiled. “Not anymore.”


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Her boyfriend Needs Correction – a fragment


Mary stared hard at the photos Mistress Alice had spread out on the table. She was having issues with her boyfriend and had answered an Internet advertisement for correcting relationship problems. That had brought Mary to Mistress Alice, and this … well … Mary really didn’t have a word for the room she was in. Paddles and whips were hung from the walls like decorations. Photos of crying men were framed and displayed alongside different implements of punishment.

“What you see here is a caning,” Mistress Alice said, tapping a photo with one of her long fingernails. “A caning is the most severe discipline package that we offer.” Mary looked up at the Dominatrix. Mistress Alice was dressed head to toe in Latex. The skin that showed was porcelain white, and her eyes were dark. “The cane is made from rattan, and we will teach you how to wield it effectively.” Mistress Alice waved to the pictures on one wall where the framed photos of a dozen bare-assed men were displayed. “As you can see from those photos, each stroke of a rattan cane leaves a raised weal on the buttocks or legs.” The Dominatrix smiled; her lips were painted bright red. “A dozen strokes are administered in the first caning,” she said, licking her teeth. “If he needs further correction, we can set up a session of two or three dozen strokes.”

Mary’s breathing quickened. She moved through a series of photos showing caning. At the caning’s progression the recipient’s face changed from screaming, to crying, to horror.

“Take a look at that photo,” Mistress Alice said, pointing to a specific black and white image. “When a caning of more than a dozen strokes is given, about half of the remaining strokes are given on top of previous weals. But they’re placed diagonally, intensifying the punishment and the lesson.”

Mary gazed at the picture of the criss-crossed weals. She set her lips tightly and pointed at a photo. “I’ve seen enough,” she said.

Mistress Alice smiled again. She recognized Mary’s reaction, and knew that she had a new customer. “You can make an appointment any time, but a deposit is required,” the Dominatrix said. “Also, you must accompany him to our clinic.”

“Will I get to watch him while, uhm…”

Mistress Alice had anticipated the girl’s question. “Sessions are private, but you can view his caning from the adjoining room through one-way glass.”

“By myself?”

“We know that some women find the administration of discipline to their wayward significant other quite erotic,” Mistress Alice said. “You will have your privacy.”

Mary drew a credit card from her purse and handed it to the Mistress. “Can you tell me more about the sessions…”


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The Next Big Thing – a Spanking Blog Hop


I was tagged for The Next Big Thing (Spanking Edition!) by Emma K. Gardner. (thanks sweetie! blog hopping posts are still new to me, but I love all the spanking!)

What is the working title of your book?

Strangeland: A Woman’s Journey

What genre does the book fall under?

Erotic spanking story.

Which actors would you choose to play your characters for the movie rendition?

Angelina Jolie. (I’d love to share a spanking and some romance time with her!)

What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?

A woman wakes up in a place too-simply described as strange, and finds herself at the mercy of people who are just out of this world.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?

I’m not done yet!

Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?

Self-published for Kindle, Nook and iTunes.

What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?

I’m not really sure. Is anyone else out there writing a Sci-Fi spanking book?

Who or what inspired you to write this book?

I’ve always had a fascination for girls with blue skin. This is my chance to write a story about a race of blue-skinned women who rescue and punish girls who need it.

What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?

Readers will explore the Spanking Universe in this tale, and they’ll find new ways to apply a blush to a woman’s cheeks.

My tags are: Sadie Mcvie, Cara Bristol, Anastasia Vitsky, Saffron Sands, and Modesty Ablaze. If you were tagged and want to join in the fun, follow the directions below:

  • Give credit to the person/blog that tagged you
  • Post the rules for this hop
  • Answer these ten questions about your current WIP (Work In Progress) on your blog
  • Tag five other writers/bloggers and add their links so we can hop over and meet them.