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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.

Sorority Spanking Rules – a work in progress


Well, my dears, I’ve finally begun my next story, and it’s coming quite nicely. The story is set on a college campus – three sorority girls who’ve broken the rules and about to find out how seriously the sorority president takes those regulations. And for those of you who have read Camp Spank, this story explores Kiyoko Nagamo’s early years.


EXCERPT
“This calls for a celebration,” Stacey had suggested. Stacey was the bad girl of the trio. Pretty, with waist-length red hair, the girl was like a fiery sprite, leading Jill and Jennifer into escapades that tested all of their limits. Under Stacey’s guidance, the girls had many adventures that took them to the edges of respectability and university law. Once, the threesome had dared to swim naked at midnight in the university’s reflecting pool, embracing one another in a slick parody of a lesbian threesome. Another night found them dodging the college’s dull-witted campus police force after they “liberated” all of the mice in the university’s testing facility.

“We’ll have a party in your room,” Stacey said, urging Jennifer and Jill to enjoy their triumphs. She had clasped her hands together as though in prayer and leaned forward with a mock whisper: “Just a small one.”

Without thinking about the consequences of getting caught, Jill and Jennifer agreed. Their victories that week were too great to ignore; they had to remember the moment with a small but vibrant party. Later that evening, they smuggled both alcohol and boys into Jennifer’s and Jill’s room, admonishing the latter to keep quiet. The boys promised to be on their best behavior, yet the party had quickly gotten out of hand, and complaints soon found their way to Phi Gamma’s Sorority President, Kiyoko Nagamo.

Millford College was a co-educational university. Boys and girls shared classes, as well as the college campus. And one of the dormitories was even co-ed, with only a single floor separating the sexes. But several of the sororities at the university held onto the old-world belief that young women needed the protection and structure that a restricted house offered. Phi Gamma was one of those houses.

Only a few weeks earlier, two of the sorority’s pledges had been paddled by the sorority president after the girls had broken the rules by having a small bottle of vodka hidden in the freezer of their small univeristy-supplied refrigerator. They pledges hadn’t been kicked out of the sorority, though each had received a dozen swats with Old Ben, a handmade paddle measuring three feet in length. Kiyoko had calmly administered the punishment in front of the entire sorority, amidst much giggling as the punished girls cried out after each swat.

“Look,” Stacey had said. “We’ll have the party, and we won’t get caught. We can keep the boys occupied, so that they don’t make any noise. And even if we are caught, it’s just a few swats with a paddle.” Stacey had snapped her fingers. “Swats from a paddle are just piffle! A baby could take a paddling.”


Stacey seems to have it all figured out … but there are some surprises in store for the fiery redhead.

Keep an eye out for Sorority Spanking Rules – coming soon!

Camp Spank – excerpt


Camp Spank by Alice Dark

Camp Spank by Alice Dark

Camp Spank – where the women are spanked, the men are caned, and in the end, the girl finds the girl of her dreams.

Excerpt – As Kiyoko and Bri viciously cane two men, Captain Andrea Jenkins and Sergeant Dominique Watson find their attraction for one another growing.

As twin fourth strokes whistled through the air, Andrea leaned close to Dominique. The captain had removed the pins from her blonde hair, and it fell in waves around her shoulders. Dominique caught the rich scent of coconut as Andrea leaned close and whispered into her ear. “Private Nagano is well-versed in whipping a man.” Andrea’s full lips casually brushed Dominique’s skin, and the sergeant shivered, yet held her ground. “Where do you think an innocent young woman learned such an interesting skill?”

Dominique held herself rigid and stared straight ahead. She wanted nothing more at that very moment than to drag the captain to the forest floor, strip her of her uniform, and apply her own dark hand to Andrea’s lovely white bottom. Watching her recruits whip two young men had aroused a fire in Dominique, and it was an inferno that only her lovely blonde superior could quench. Yet the officer, as near as she was physically, was still separated from Dominique by regulations, rank and Army custom. Dominique’s fingers twitched with every impact, and she ached to clutch Andrea tightly to her own body.

“I don’t know,” Dominique finally said through stiff lips. “Kiyoko has always been the violent surprise in Charlie Squad.” The sergeant closed her eyes slowly against her own desire. Her body trembled as Dominique resisted the impulse to ravish her captain.

“Kiyoko.” This time Andrea purposefully brushed her lips against Dominique’s ear. “My understanding of Japanese is fuzzy, but I believe that translates roughly to ‘innocent young lady.’


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Spanking Sandra – a fragment


Angela examined Sandra’s bottom with a critical eye. The 20 strokes that she had given her crying girlfriend had resulted in a lovely blush; no single hand print stood out on Sandra’s naked bottom. Instead, the spanks blurred together into a uniform pink of near perfection.

“Up!” Angela said sharply, smacking her girlfriend’s bottom again. “Off to your corner, while I try to sort out the mess that you’ve made.”

Still sobbing, Sandra pushed herself off of Angela’s lap and bent to retrieve her skirt from the floor.

“Leave it,” Angela said, pointing Sandra to her corner. “You won’t need your skirt to think about how you’ve overspent your budget again.”

“But-”

Angela’s glare cut Sandra off in mid-sentence. “Now,” Angela snapped, as she picked up their shared checkbook from the sofa cushion. “I can’t believe what a mess you’ve made of this!”

Sandra snuffled back a sob and hung her head. Her long, blonde hair obscured her pretty, blue eyes. “I’m so sorry,” Sandra said, dragging a toe across the carpet. She sniffed again. “Really. I don’t know how it happened!”

Shaking her head, Angela pointed once again at the corner across the room. “Go,” she said. “Now.”

Sandra walked slowly to the corner, and stood facing the familiar walls for what seemed like the better part of an hour. She sniffled. She sobbed. And she wanted desperately to rub her sore bottom, but Sandra knew that it would only infuriate her girlfriend. Sandra wasn’t allowed to touch her bottom after a sound spanking until Angela gave her permission.

The problem was that Sandra had no mind for numbers and no control when it came to spending money. The skirt that lay rumpled on the floor was the reason the young blonde had been spanked and was now standing in the corner. Short and plaid, the skirt was perfect for showing off Sandra’s her fine legs. She couldn’t resist the purchase, and it seemed such a bargain at only $200.

Sandra sniffed again. The burn in her bottom was finally beginning to fade, and she hoped that Angela would forgive her soon. The corner was becoming all too familiar, and Sandra was worried that someone could pass by and look through the window to see her naked bottom.

Finally, Angela broke her silence. “Sandra,” she said lowly.

The young blonde turned at her name. She had a properly penitent look on her face, though Sandra’s lips were quirked in a smile.

“Yes,” she said, hopefully.

That’s when Sandra saw the hairbrush in Angela’s hand. Fresh tears spilled over her cheeks when she realized what was about to happen.

“Do you want to tell me about the blouse you bought at Macy’s last weekend?”

A Reminder, my dears


I shouldn’t have to say the word out loud, let alone stencil it on my chest to get you to pay attention; but sometimes, my dear, you need a reminder.

Your ass belongs to me. No one else. You do what I say, wear what I tell you to wear. Come when I whistle, and then beg me for more.

When I come home, I expect you to be waiting at the door, head down and ready for whatever I’ve prepared.

I am your Mistress. You are mine. You belong to me.

You have one choice to make today: You may select your implement of punishment. Once you’ve done that, I want you to take off your clothes and lay across my lap.

Remember the count, my pet, lest we begin again.