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Alice Gets Spanked! #Satspanks, #SnippetSunday, #SeductiveSnS, and #Wewriwa

*sigh* Spanked by the Headmistress, though we all know that it’s Ana who wears that garb. So beautifully written and presented; I love her turn of phrase and well-wrought language.

Okay. Who am I kidding. I also love the spanking!

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Tanya gets the Hairbrush – a fragment

“I want you to bend over the desk, Tanya.”

Tanya was trembling. Her bottom lip quivered, and she opened her blue eyes wide. She was about to protest my decision – to plead with me. To beg forgiveness.

I didn’t repeat myself, merely pointed at the desk with my large, wooden hairbrush. I was unmoved by her desperate gaze. I could almost feel the butterflies batting about in her stomach, the panic and fear gnarled together in Tanya’s mind. I narrowed my eyes at this young woman. There would be punishment before I forgave her transgressions.

Tanya bit her lips and shuffled forward, the soles of her patent leather shoes making a gentle shush-shush sound as she crossed the floor. Behind us, Sylvia Jenkins bowed her head. She was next, and Sylvia knew that this was a preview of her own punishment.

“Slip off your panties, and then lay across the desk. Arms and tummy flat on the desk, and spread your feet shoulder-width apart.”

Tanya’s face crumpled when she realized that I wouldn’t change my mind, that this punishment would continue. Yet, the young woman obeyed and moments later her bottom was high in the air, the light material of her pleated skirt trembling as Tanya’s body shook, awaiting the first impact. I loved the rounded curve of Tanya’s backside, even hidden as it was by the plaid skirt. She was a beautiful girl, with a firm body and lush figure. Her long, slim legs were bare: pale and smoothly muscled.

I raised Tanya’s skirt above her bottom and tucked it in at her waistband. Behind me, Sylvia gasped; she dreaded her own spanking, especially now that she understood that it would be on the bare bottom. I smiled to myself and glanced over my shoulder at the frightened girl. Sylvia’s eyes were wide, and she stared hard at Tanya’s exposed backside.

“Open your legs a little wider,” I said, tapping Tanya’s ass smartly with the hairbrush. The girl jumped at the unexpected impact, and then spread her feet just a little bit wider.

“Please, Ms. Wilkins.” Her cry was a plaintive moan. “I promise. I’ll never do it again. Never!”

I tapped Tanya’s bare bottom with the brush. “I know you won’t, my dear.” Then I stepped back and set my feet and held the brush lightly against Tanya’s quivering left cheek. I got a feel for the distance, and then brought the hairbrush high above my right shoulder. Sylvia’s sympathetic whimpers joined Tanya’s; it was a stereo effect of fear.

Then I brought that heavy wooden brush down in a big arc and accurately whacked Tanya’s meaty behind. I felt the brush smack into the soft flesh of the girl’s bottom, and her upturned ass jiggled with the force of the strike.


Tanya’s wailing joined the ferocious impact of the wooden brush, and I knew that she was correct; Tanya wouldn’t break the rules again.

Bad Girl in Atlantic City #SatSpanks #SeductiveSnS #ASMSG

Bad Girl in Atlantic City: A Spanking Adventure

Bad Girl in Atlantic City: A Spanking Adventure

This is an excerpt from Bad Girl in Atlantic City – the story of two young women who duck out of a conference to have fun along the the city’s famous Boardwalk. Selena suffers painful consequences when she leaves a hotel without her counselor’s permission, and then lies about where she went. Not only is the 19-year-old girl spanked for her misbehavior – she learns about “figging” firsthand when Ms. Wild inserts ginger root into Selena’s bunghole prior to delivering a hot spanking to the girl’s bare butt. Don’t miss this erotic F/f tale of spanking, domination when Natasha Wild teaches a bad girl to behave when she’s in Atlantic City. This tale is graphic in nature and is meant for adults only. All characters depicted are 19 or older. In this snippet, the advisors discover the girls’ misbehavior.

“This will probably be our only chance at some peace and quiet without a dozen girls in tow,” Natasha said, laughing.

It was Bill who spotted the girls. He and Natasha were sitting inside a small pizza shop, sipping soda and sharing a small pie. Natasha’s back was to the window. Force of habit led Bill to choose a seat facing the door and broad picture window.

“Oh, hell,” he muttered, setting his slice of pizza down.

Natasha looked up. “What is it, Bill?”

“That’s one of my girls,” he said, nodding toward the window. “What the heck is Amy doing on the Boardwalk?”

Natasha turned around and saw a pretty, dark-haired girl strolling casually down the wooden walk. Another girl walked beside her, and as the twosome merrily walked along, they were apparently oblivious to their chaperones in the pizza parlor. “Shit,” Natasha murmured. “Sorry, Bill. Pardon the language, but that’s one of my girls with her.” She pointed at the other girl. “That’s Selena,” she said. “She’s a handful, but I never thought she would skip out of the conference.”

Bill scowled and crumpled a napkin between his fingers. He was normally easy going, quiet and not given to anger. “When I get my hands on Amy,” he said, “she won’t be able to sit down again until we get back to Michigan.”

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Asking for a Spanking – A Fragment

“Take off your skirt and jacket.” Mason issued the command calmly, and knew that the woman would obey. After all, it was she who had come to him to his office and admitted theft at his store. She wanted to be punished – wanted to cleanse guilt from her mind and conscious.

Slowly, she nodded, then removed her jacket. Folding it neatly, she placed the garment on a nearby chair. Next, she unzipped her skirt, removed it and placed it on top of her jacket. They were smart clothes – expensive, and Mason knew this woman to be as wealthy as she was beautiful. He licked his lips, and then forward in his chair.

“Your hose,” he said simply, tilting his chin upward.

Shaking back her hair, the woman slid her thumbs into the waistband of her pantyhose. As she bent forward to remove the silky hose, Mason was treated to a view of her cleavage, as her breasts were still hidden by her white shirt. Mason decided to allow her the dignity of the shirt, excited by the prospect of spanking a half-naked woman.

She dropped her hose on top of her skirt and jacket, then stood erect, flushed with embarrassment.

“Come here,” Mason said. “I want to see you.” Mason pushed his chair back from his desk; the floorboards squealed in protest.

She stepped around the desk, and Mason had a good view of her hour-glass figure, nude from the waist down.

“Over my lap,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “Get comfortable.”

Head down, she shuffled forward, bare feet whispering on the hardwood floor. She seemed nervous, yet draped herself gracefully over Mason’s lap. Standing on tip-toe, she breathed heavily as his strong hands pulled her tight to his waist. She adjusted her position so that her fingertips and toes were both in contact with the wooden floor. Her eyes were closed when Mason raised her blouse high on her back. One hand caressed her panty-covered bottom, while the other held her tight to his hard body. She shivered when he tucked his fingers under the waistband of her undergarments.

“Ohhh,” she moaned when he tugged at her panties. Her legs were pressed tightly together, and the material was trapped at her crotch. She took a breath and spread her legs slightly.

Mason smiled as bared her bottom, pulling the woman’s panties to her ankles.

The first slap struck with no warning.


His firm hand slapped her left cheek and she jumped, despite her promise to herself that she would lay quietly and take her punishment. The spanking stung, but not too badly.


When his hand struck her right cheek, a nearly electric spark of arousal shot up her spine, and she instinctively shoved her pelvis hard against his lap. She gasped at the sudden desire for more, and gripped his legs tightly.

Sophia’s Spanking – #SatSpanks and #ASMSG

Bad Girls get Spanked

Bad Girls get Spanked

We were having a quiet dinner, a wonderful roast chicken that Sophia had obviously spent hours preparing. All of my favorites were there, spread out on a beautifully set table: mashed potatoes with gravy, green bean casserole, a freshly baked apple pie, and a lovely bottle of white wine.

Something was up. The meal was too perfect for the kind of rush-around days that were so common in the spring. Business was brisk, and yet Sophia had taken the time to put together an awesome meal.

“This is delicious,” I said, looking over my glass at my girlfriend. She blushed and looked down at her plate.

“Do you really think so, Alice?” she said softly.

Sophia didn’t look up. Something was definitely wrong. I carefully laid my fork on the table and touched the corner of my mouth with a napkin. “What’s wrong, Sophia?”

For a moment, Sophia was silent, though she wiggled uncomfortably in her chair. Then, Sophia straightened, looked me in the eye and pulled a note from her pocket and handed it across the table to me. She didn’t flinch, but her hand shook.

I looked down at the paper in my hand. It wasn’t the note that I thought it was. “Do you care to explain this?” I held the traffic ticket up and turned it till it was facing Sophia.

“I got caught speeding,” Sophia said calmly. “I was coming around the bend by Parker’s Creek-”

I didn’t let Sophia finish. This was the third ticket she’d gotten in a month – more than $500 in fines!

I leaped out of my chair and grabbed Sophia by her thick, dark ponytail. Yanking her forward, I bent Sophia across the table. I stepped quickly around behind her. Before she knew what was happening, Sophia’s skirt was tucked into her waistband and I had yanked her panties down around her ankles.

“Another ticket!” I was enraged. We couldn’t afford the tickets, nor the increase in our vehicle insurance, and Sophia was perilously close to losing her license. I raised my hand high. “Count them, Sophia!” I took a quick measure of her beautiful round bottom before I let my hand fall.


“One!” Sophia’s voice was sharp, and the number came out in a bark. “Please, Alice. No more!”


“Two!” Tears choked her voice. “Alice, I promise-”


“Th-th-three!” Sophia knew better than to lose the count, but still she pleaded with me between strokes. “Alice, oh god, Alice; it hurts!”


The sound of my hand meeting Sophia’s bottom got louder and faster, and she gritted her teeth while she sobbed out each and every stroke.

Internally I decided that 20 hard smacks would get the message across to Sophia that tickets for speeding were inexcusable. Besides, we still had a bottle of wine to finish and a long night ahead of us.


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