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Lucinda’s Caning – a fragment

“Remove your blouse and skirt and hang them neatly in the closet.”

Lucinda was terrified and blushing near to tears. Yet she moved shaking fingers to the buttons of her blouse. As the button popped free, Terri turned from her girlfriend and walked to a tall cupboard in the corner of the room. Lucinda squeaked as Terri opened the door and selected a cane. The rod was about three feet long and a half an inch thick. Terri held the cane for a moment, then grasped either end and flexed the slender wooden implement. Releasing one end, the cane sprang back into shape, as though it had a life of its own.

Terri then turned to see her girlfriend standing nervously by the chair. The young woman was wearing only her pantyhose and bra.

“Pantyhose, too, Lucinda. And your panties.”

A single tear slid down Lucinda’s cheek as she bent to obey. She didn’t want to give Terri any more reasons to be angry with her and quickly discarded her silky undergarments.

“Please,” Terri cried, covering her modesty with her hands. “I’m so sorry! I’ll never do it again!”

Terri shook her head back and forth, and her blonde curls followed her movement. “I don’t enjoy caning you,” she said slowly. “But this whipping will teach you a lesson that you will remember for a long time.” Using the cane as a pointer, Terri gestured at their bed. “Now lie face down on the bed, and grip the far edge.”

Lucinda was sobbing openly, yet she moved quickly to obey. When the young woman was in position, Terri stepped forward and tapped Lucinda’s bottom with the cane, causing the girl to flinch. Terri then drew the cane back. The quick swish of the air alerted Lucinda of the impending strike, and her buttocks involuntarily tightened.

Then Terri unleashed the first stroke, slashing the cane down sharply with a flick of her wrist.

She’ll Get a Spanking When She Gets Home – a fragment

Carol heard the wail of the siren behind her. First she glanced up into the rearview mirror, then quickly at her speedometer.

“Damnit,” she squeaked. “Oh, no!”

The needle hovered at 70 miles per hour, a full 20 mph over the speed limit. Carol gripped the steering wheel tightly and took her foot off the gas pedal. She fought the urge to jam her toes onto the brakes.

“Shit,” she murmured as the car coasted to a stop. “Shit, shit, shit.”

The radio was still loud in her ears. Ironically, Radar Love was the current tune.

No more speed, I’m almost there
Gotta keep cool now, gotta take care
Last care to pass, here I go
And the line of cars drove down real slow

Behind her, a motorcycle cop pulled his beefy bike close to Carol’s rear bumper.

“I can’t get a ticket,” Carol moaned. “Not now.” She reached over and snapped off the radio. “Damnit. Not another one. Sylvia will kill me!”

Two weeks earlier, Carol had been ticketed for driving 50 mph down a city side street. The scenario had been much the same. The young woman had lost herself in the music on her radio, and Carol hadn’t paid attention to her speed or surroundings. Unfortunately, she had breezed past a patrol car without so much as tapping her brakes. That ticket had taken $380 out of twosome’s monthly budget. A month before that, a separate speeding ticket had cost the couple nearly $500.

“If you get one more ticket,” Sylvia had said. “I will blister your ass until you can’t sit down.”

Carol and Sylvia had been lovers long enough for Carol to know that her significant other was not joking when she promised to spank her. Past misdeeds had resulted in merciless punishment. Long spankings that left Carol bruised and crying. And quite recently, Sylvia had purchased a wicked little cane from a Web site in the U.K. Carol hadn’t yet experienced that thin piece of wood across her bare backside, and she wasn’t at all looking forward to feeling that cane on her flesh.

A boot crunching in gravel caught Carol’s attention. She looked into her side mirror as the officer stepped alongside of Carol’s car.

“Damnit!” Carol ran nervous fingers through her long blonde hair. She was young and pretty, with a clear complexion and bright blue eyes. “I can’t get a ticket,” she thought. For one brief moment, Carol considered hitting the gas hard and speeding away.

“License and registration, Miss.”

Carol closed her eyes and gripped the wheel. The moment passed. She huffed out a huge sigh, opened her eyes and began to rummage through her large handbag.

“Please, officer,” Carol whispered as she withdrew her drivers license. “I wasn’t going that fast. I mean, I’m late for an appointment.”

Carol turned and batted her long eyelashes. She blinked several times and tried to look both innocent and vulnerable. “I mean, I can’t get a ticket. Please.” She opened her eyes wide and stared pleadingly at the young officer.

“Ma’am, do you know how fast you were going?”

Faced with her misdeed, Carol began to sputter. When she was nervous, Carol talked. A lot. Often, she said way more than she should. She pleaded. She cajoled. Carol rolled her eyes and begged. She even explained that Sylvia had threatened to spank her soundly if ever she got another speeding ticket.

“And she’s not kidding about the spanking, officer.” Carol’s bottom lip trembled. “She has a cane, and she will whip me very hard.” Carol batted her long lashes. “Please, can’t you let me off with a warning?”

“Sylvia?” the cop asked. “Your girlfriend is Sylvia Caruthers?”

Carol stopped speaking. The officer knew Sylvia. Warily, she nodded her head.

The officer took off his sunglasses and smiled. His eyes were chocolate, and his grin was wide and toothy. “You know, I went to school with Sylvia.” He nodded his head as he slipped his glasses into his shirt pocket. “I always liked that girl.” The officer winked. “Not like-like, of course.” He smiled again. “Not that I couldn’t. But she liked girls better than boys even then.” The young officer pulled out his ticket book. “I liked the way she thinks. A strong woman who knows what needs to be done.” The officer put his pen to the pad and began to write the ticket.

“No, please, no,” Carol sobbed. “Sylvia will kill me for this! She will simply kill me!”

The young officer smiled and held out his ticket pad to Carol for her signature. “Now, now, ma’am,” he said, chuckling. “She’s not going to kill you.” He tore off the ticket and passed it through the window. “Whip your ass, certainly. But I imagine she’s spanked you before, hasn’t she?”

A red flush burned across Carol’s face as she nodded.

He chuckled. “And I imagine you needed it then, as much as you need it now.” There were tears in Carol’s eyes, yet the officer was impervious to her woes.

“Have a pleasant evening, ma’am. And try to slow down.”

Vacation Arrest – #SatSpanks #ASMSG

naked woman in a bikini on a white backgroundJoin two women when take off on an all-expenses paid vacation across country, but wind up on the wrong side of the law when they speed through the small town of Springton, Alabama. Katherine and Lindsay soon find out that justice is erotically different in the South, and the women have a choice: six months in jail, or accept whatever punishment local law enforcement decides upon. Enjoy Katherine’s and Lindsay’s sexy romp through humiliation, anal play, caning, and submission, when male and female officers teach these women a lesson in obedience! The story is F/M/f/f and is definitely for Adults Only.

“Well,” Katherine began. She licked her lips and appeared to focus on a distant object through the windshield. “Bill and I like mostly to play light bondage games.”

“Really?” Lindsay asked, sitting far forward on her seat. She dropped her hands into her lap. “Bondage? You mean with ropes and handcuffs?”

“Nothing dangerous.” Katherine’s face flamed a bright red. “It’s playtime, you know? And yes, we use ropes. He likes to tie me up and then tease me. Sometimes he blindfolds me.”

Lindsay sighed audibly and squirmed in her seat. “That sounds like fun.”

“I like being submissive,” Katherine said. “When Bill is in control, it gives him all kinds of kinky ideas.”

Lindsay’s eyes got wider as she listened to Katherine’s confession. “Wow!” she breathed. “I never would have guessed: “What does he do to you when you’re tied up?”

Katherine wiggled in her seat, trying to get comfortable. Talking about her adventures in the bedroom and office were making her hot. “Sometimes, he pinches my nipples when I’m blindfolded,” she said. “And he licks me all over while I’m helpless. Just the tip of his tongue; he drags it over my body, and his breath is hot on my flesh.” Katherine’s tongue slipped between her lips, and her voice got softer with the memory. “He likes touching my ass while I’m tied up, and I can usually expect to be spanked at some point.”


“Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it, Lindsay.” Katherine looked quickly at the young intern. “It can be very erotic.”

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Brent’s Punishment – for @paddledhusband

The evening sun was setting when Brent awoke to find himself sweating and tied to his marriage bed. He was naked, but for the ropes, and his muscles ached from the strain of his bonds. A ballgag effectively muffled his any screams for help, and Brent twisted his head, his voice a rough gargle deep in his throat.

“Oh good,” a feminine voice trilled. “You’re awake.”

A riffle of giggling swept the room, and shivers danced across Brent’s exposed flesh. Goosebumps dotted his skin, as though a cold breeze had crossed his nude body.

A woman in tight leather skirt, black hose and white blouse moved into his view. Brent twisted his head and canted his gaze upward. The long, red hair falling in soft curls to the woman’s shoulders told him that this was yet another lesson from his wife.

“To have a truly good husband,” the woman said over her shoulder, “requires discipline.”

Another round of embarrassed giggles alerted Brent that there was more than one woman in the room. He couldn’t twist his head far enough to be sure, but Brent suspected that his wife, Gloria, had invited her book club members to witness his punishment for today’s transgression.

Gloria tapped Bent’s buttocks with the tip of her thin, rattan cane. “My breakfast was late,” Gloria said, sharply rapping her husband’s ass again. “The coffee was lukewarm at best, and the eggs were too soft.”


Brent groaned into his gag and pleaded with his eyes.

“Discipline,” Gloria said to the unseen group of woman. “It’s what takes a beast, and makes him into a man.” Gloria raised the cane high into the air, well above her shoulder.

Brent heard the thin whistle as the rattan cut the air. He closed his eyes and bit sharply into the ballgag.

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Sorority Heat: A Tale of Revenge, Humiliation & Caning #HornyHDay


Welcome to Horny Hump Day, a Wednesday feature! In this blog loop, we provide you with tiny little tidbits of the most sexy and sensuous moments in our books. Just 3 sentences. The books might be already published, works-in-progress, or even classic literature we think you’ll like.

This post for HHD is from Sorority Heat: A Tale of Revenge, Humiliation & Caning. When Beth and Ally humiliate the girls of another sorority, it’s left to Yvette Sharp to see that the two young women are punished for their misdeeds. Yvette calls on Mistress Arlene, a latex-clad Dominatrix, to deliver a harsh caning that takes the girls to the edges of obedience and pleasure, before turning the girls over to the entire sorority for punishment! WARNING: Contains mature adult themes and explicit sex.

Sorority Heat: A Tale of Revenge, Humiliation & Caning

dominatrix in black leather corset with riding crop“Have you ever whipped a girl, Claire?” Arlene asked, walking around the table. “And I don’t mean those silly paddles,” she said. “I mean a proper caning!”

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