• Antique Shopping
• Brush Lady
• Discount Store - Part 1
• Discount Store - Part 2
• Computer Glitch
• Pizza Man
• The Ranch
• Unexpected Visitor
• Valentine's Day

Antique Shopping
By Otkfme

I am a 35-year-old traveling salesman who travels most of the year. I am single and live in a townhouse, so I don't have to worry about getting home at a certain time. My work requires me to travel several states, so I go through a lot of small towns.

Sometimes I like to stop an antique stores. After a busy day of business meetings, it is nice to see the old stuff that brings back memories. When there is a bargain, I like to bring it home with me.

I stopped at a motel in a small town and checked in. After checking out the room and taking a small quick nap, I decided to eat. I have found out that the local eating establishments in these small towns really dish up good food. It was almost 6 PM and before I got to the restaurant, I went by a nice little antique shop. So I decided to go in and see if I could pick up any bargains. A little bell rang as I opened the door to the store and at the front counter was an older woman, I would guess about fifty, and she greeted me.

"If you have any questions on anything, be sure and ask."

"I'm just looking. Thanks." I replied.

The store was laid out real well. All of the glass was in one area, old metal objects in another area, and the store even had lots of old phonograph records. I was taking my time looking around when she said, "We close at 6 PM. I'm going to lock the front door so nobody else can come in, but you can look all you want. I'm in no hurry to leave."

That's what I enjoy about small towns. Time never seems to be a big deal in their lifestyle. Anyway, as I was looking through the store, I came across a corner of the store that was set up like an old school room. It had a teacher's desk complete with a wooden paddle hanging from one side, a blackboard, and several old student desks. The desks were angled and they had a place for your books underneath the seats. There were some other school paddles hanging on the wall along with some old school pictures. This really brought back some old memories when I went to school.

Back then, the teachers were permitted and expected to punish you if you were naughty. I was a young male with a lot of excess energy, and I would tease the girls a lot and get myself into trouble. So I got to feel the paddle on my naughty bottom many times. Now, I guess I do miss that discipline to keep me on focus.

I was touching some of the paddles when the clerk came up behind me and startled me. "This area brings back many memories to most people. I thought you might be back here."

"Yes, I was a naughty boy in school and felt a paddle like this many times." I replied.

"Those are paddles from a old one room school house that they closed down many years ago. That is also where the desks and other things came from."

"I have to confess, I miss being punished by my teachers." I said. "They used to keep me focused on my work. Sometimes I wonder what it would be liked to be spanked again." Still holding a paddle in my hand.

"Well, the store is locked." She said. "If you really want to, we could role-play, and I could be your teacher and spank you. I'm old enough that I could have been your teacher."

I was surprised by her reply. "It would be interesting if I acted like a naughty little boy, again."

"If I spank you, you will need to call me Miss Jones and follow my every command like a young schoolboy." She said.

"I will be good, Miss Jones." I said. "Please spank me."

She pulled out the teacher's wooden chair and said, "I will start with an over the knee spanking hand spanking. So stand beside me and bend over my lap."

Soon my feet were on the floor on one side of the chair, and my hands on the other side. I felt like a little boy, again. I could hardly feel the spanking and she must have noticed this. "You act like you aren't feeling anything." She said. "Stand up and put your hands on your head so that I can take down your slacks,"

"Yes, Miss Jones." I said.

She unbuckled my belt, unzipped my slacks, and soon they were on the floor next to my ankles. I still had my underpants on. "Bend over, again." This time I could feel the spanks a little bit more, but they were still light. After about five minutes of this hand spanking, she said, "You have really been a naughty boy. Now I want you to go over to your desk and bend over it."

With my slacks at my ankles, I hobbled over to the desk and bent over. She was trying to get my shirt out of the way when she said, "I should pin your shirt out of the way but I don't have any safety pins right now. Why don't you stand up and take off your shirt." So I stood up and handed her my shirt. "Bend right over the desk, again." I was now feeling quite embarrassed because I was now nearly naked, except for the white briefs I was wearing.

Next, I saw her go over to the teacher's desk and take the paddle that was hanging from the side. Now I could feel the spanks with the paddle, but they were still light. She stopped paddling me and asked, "What is your first name?"

"That's right, I never told you." I said. "My name is Clyde."

"Well, Clyde." She said. "You have been a very naughty boy today so you deserve a paddling on your bare ass."

Then I felt her fingers in the waistband of my briefs and then they were down to my ankles. "Please don't spank me on my bare bottom." I pleaded.

"If you would have acted better in class, you wouldn't be receiving this spanking." She said. "Now stay in position."

I never would have believed that I would be getting a spanking in an old school setting, when I decided to spend the night in this small town. Then my paddling started again. This time I could really feel it on my exposed bottom. "Your ass is now turning into a nice red color." She said. "Stay in position while I get rid of your slacks and underwear," I felt her pull at my feet, and now I was naked except for my shoes, and I was getting a paddling like a naughty little schoolboy. Then she continued to paddle may naked bottom for about five minutes.

"Now stand up and walk to the corner of the room. Put your hands on your head and don't rub your bottom. This way you can think about the spanking you just received." I wanted to rub my bottom because it felt sore and hot, but I stood with my hands over my head. Then I heard the bell ring that was attached to the front door of the store.

"I thought you had locked the door. Should I get dressed real fast?" I asked her.

"No, stay right where you are. My daughter and I were planning to go out to eat after the store closed."

"Mom, where are you?" I heard a female voice say.

"I'm over here, in the school section." I was facing the corner so I couldn't see her daughter, but I felt embarrassed to be standing there naked, with an obvious red bottom from a spanking.

"I see you have found another customer interested in the old school stuff. And it looks like he has felt the paddles already." Her daughter said. "Do you mind if I examine him?"

"Clyde, stay in position while Jan, I mean Miss White, examines you." Then I felt her hands on my bottom and along my inner thighs. This gave me an instant erection.

"I think he needs a further spanking." Miss White said. "Why don't you get him in position again while I find my paddles." Then I heard her daughter leave the area.

"You better bend over the desk, one more time." Miss Jones said.

I wasn't expecting this. "My daughter is a school teacher. She also remembers when she was able to spank her students for misbehaving. In fact, some of her old students still come back here to be spanked by her. She keeps her paddles hidden away just for an occasion like this. I better be quiet. Here she comes again"

Her daughter bent down and showed me a wooden paddle with many holes and a riding crop. "This is what I have decided I will spank you with. Since my mother has already given you a good spanking, I won't spank you too much more. But first, spread your legs far apart."

I had never been spanked with my legs apart so I hesitated. Then I felt the riding crop hitting my tender insides of my thighs. "Hurry up! Get those legs apart."

"Yes. Miss White." I replied. Now I felt totally exposed to this woman who I had just met. My penis and balls dangled between my legs as she proceeded to paddle me. The holes in the paddle made it really sting a lot. And to make things worst, she also used the crop to hit my penis and balls.

She finally stopped paddling me and said, "You can now stand up and rub your ass." As I rubbed my ass, I could now see her daughter's face. She looked about my age and she was dressed in a nice skirt and blouse. When I was rubbing my sore bottom, I was now aware of my erection.

Her daughter must have seen it to, because she said, "I don't think we are done with him quite yet. Hold his hands behind his back and spank him while I relieve him of his naughty erection."

Her mom pulled my arms behind my back and my spanking started again. This time, her daughter was pulling on my penis and balls. It took less than a minute, and soon cum was shooting out of my penis. Her daughter grabbed a nearby rag and cleaned me up. Then I was handed my clothes and shown where the bathroom was located.

I cleaned myself up some more, got dressed, and went to the front counter. There stood the two women and some of the paddles from the back. "So which paddles do you want to buy?" Her daughter asked me.

"All of them, I guess." Was my reply.

After I paid for the paddles, they asked me. "Were going out to eat. Why don't you join us."

"Okay," I said. "I may have trouble sitting down for a while, but I haven't eaten yet."

"Good. Follow us and we will get a table far away from everybody else so that we can discuss your spanking. By the way, here is a business card for the store, so you can call ahead when you come by here, a second time."

So off I went to discuss my further spankings from these women.

 

Brush Lady
By Otkfme

My wife spanks me, but up until this time, it has been kept as our little secret. But my wife surprised me recently when I came home from work. We were having our supper and she said, “Remember the brush man that went from door to door about thirty years ago?”

“Yes I do,” I replied.

“Well he has been replaced by a woman who sells brushes and other things. Her name is Sue and she dropped by our house today. She told me about her products and her new product line, and I invited her back so that she could demonstrate her products to the both of us.”

I didn’t think this was unusual in any way, so I asked, “When will she be here?”

“About seven. I think you will find her products very interesting.”

My wife had me bring out two wooden straight back chairs and put them in the living room. She also had me clear off the coffee table. Soon it was seven o’clock and there was a knock on the door. My wife quickly answered it and Sue walked in. She was wearing a very short skirt and a white blouse.

“Could your husband help me carry in some cases from the car? Sue asked.

“Sure, he’d be happy to.” My wife replied. “You two haven’t met yet. Sue, this is Clyde. Clyde, this is Sue.”

So I helped her carry two heavy bags from the trunk of her car. As I was carrying the bags into the house, Sue said. “Your wife has told me so much about you. It will be so nice to demonstrate my products on you.”

I thought her statement sounded weird, but I really didn’t think much of it. Sue spread some of the contents from one of the bags onto the coffee table. They were a bunch of different brushes. From clothes brushes to hairbrushes. But it surprised me when my wife and Sue sat on the wooden chairs as opposed to sitting on our nice sofa.

Then Sue said, “You told me that you like to spank Clyde with a hairbrush, do you want to try any of these.” Now I knew why she had invited this brush saleslady over to our house. She wanted to try out some new spanking tools on me. Now my wife usually spanks me on the bare behind, and I thought it would be different with Sue being here.

“Clyde, pull down the shades and then take off your shirt and undershirt. Then come over here and stand next to me,” my wife said.

I am very submissive when my wife spanks me. If I disobey her in any way during my spanking, she spanks me a lot harder and for a longer time. So soon I was standing beside her.

“I always spank him on the bare,” she told Sue. “So Clyde, put your hands above your head while I pull down your slacks and underwear.” So now I was standing before my wife and Sue completely naked. “Over my lap you go.”

“Why don’t you start with this one,” Sue said as she handed my wife a hairbrush. Then my wife started spanking me with it. My wife would give me about ten swats from a hairbrush, then Sue would give her another brush. I could really feel the difference between the brushes, and I guess the two women could see a difference in the results.

Then my wife told Sue, “Why don’t you try spanking Clyde.”

“Clyde, come over here so that I may spank you. Let me first hike up my skirt, so you don’t mess it up.” Then I went over Sue’s lap and she started spanking me with her various brushes. After about twenty spanks, Sue said, “Stand up now, so that I can show you our new line of products.” Sue went over to her other bag and pulled out a bunch of items. They were straps, cuffs, paddles, and plastic things. “Clyde, hold out your arms so that I may attach wrist cuffs on you,” Sue said. Sue then got off of her chair and turned the chair around so that the back was facing me. “Bend over the chair.”

She took one of the plastic things and showed it to my wife. “You don’t have to use rope anymore. These plastic ties come in various widths and lengths, and you can use them over and over again.” Then Sue used the plastic ties to secure my hands to the chair, using the metal rings in the cuffs. Next, ankle cuffs were put on me, and with my legs spread, they were likewise secured to the legs of the chair. “This next product you will really like. They are thigh straps. They keep the thighs spread wide apart while you spank him.” Then the thigh straps were put on me, and now I felt that I was really exposed for the two women. “Try this paddle on him.”

Then my wife started to spank me again using the various paddles. Being secured to the chair, I was forced to stay in place and be spanked. After about ten minutes like this, Sue said, “Let me demonstrate a new product for us. It has about five fingers to it, and it works real well when someone is secured like he is. You can use it horizontally like a paddle, or you can use it vertically, and really get to his sensitive areas.” Then Sue gave me a vertical swat that hit my penis and balls, and it also hit the very tender insides of my buttocks. It stung so much that I made the chair bounce around. “Now you try it,” Sue said to my wife. My wife spanked me the same way Sue did, and I made the chair bounce around some more. After a few more swats of the five-fingered thing, my wife spanked me with the other paddles that Sue had laid out on the coffee table.

“Let’s leave Clyde secured in his present position while I talk to you about purchasing these products.” She told my wife the price of the various brushes, paddles, cuffs, etc., and showed her several catalogs. But what really surprised me was when she said, “And if you agree to give a party where I can demonstrate my products, I will give you 15% off anything you buy now, plus a choice of one-hundred dollars worth of products after the party.”

I had never been spanked by anyone other than my wife until now, and now she was asking my wife about a party where I would be spanked by five of my wife’s friends and Sue. I was shocked to hear my wife say, “That sounds like a great idea. Let’s schedule a party!” Then my wife and Sue figured out a good date for this party. Meanwhile, my bottom was very red and I was still bent over and secured to the chair.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Sue said. “You always want to be sure that he is feeling OK after a spanking, so we added this to our product line.” Sue went over to one of her bags and pulled out some more stuff.

“Very interesting,” my wife commented.

Sue had put on a special glove, then I felt her rub something around my asshole, and then I felt her fingers inside me. Since I was still secured to the chair, I just had to allow her to do this to me. Then I felt her fingers withdraw, and I felt something else being inserted into my asshole.

“It will take a few minutes to take his temperature, so why don’t you show me what you want to buy, at this time.” Sue said.

So my wife picked out various brushes, paddles, and cuffs to be used on me. Sue wrote up the order, put away some of the stuff into her bags, and then said, “Now its time to see what his temperature is,” and she withdrew the thermometer. “Right where it should be. You husband seems healthy.”

Then Sue started to undo the cuffs that secured me to the chair. My buttocks really hurt from the spanking, and as soon as I stood up, my hands went around back to sooth my buttocks. I guess I had an erection, because Sue said, “It looks like Clyde enjoyed the spanking, too. I will look forward to spanking you again at the party next week.”

I guess that’s another story.
 

Discount Store Part 1 F/M
By Otkfme

After college, I got a good job at an advertising agency. My job was to make up television and radio commercials for various clients. I made a very good living, but I spent a lot of time at work. So I got an apartment in a very large building, which was located in the suburbs. I was really happy when a large discount store was built next to the apartment. It was only a block away, so I was able to easily walk over to the store to buy about anything I needed.

One day I was shopping in the housewares section and I noticed the wooden cutting boards. Most of them were made out of wood and had a handle on them. They reminded me of the wooden paddles that my teachers would hang on their desks. I attended school where paddling a student was accepted, even expected, by my parents and the town I lived in. Also, if I were spanked at school, I would receive another spanking once I got home.

Anyway, I picked up one of the wooden paddle cutting boards and hit my hand with it. I wanted to find out how much it stung, and if it would remind me of my school spankings. I remembered how these spankings helped me improve in my schoolwork and helped me be more disciplined in my life. As I was wondering what it would be like to be spanked again, I swung the paddle around and hit my ass with it several times. It didn't have much affect on me since I had all of my clothes on. When my teachers spanked me, I was either over their lap or bent over a desk. They would pull down my pants and spank me on my underwear. If I were really naughty, I would be spanked on my bare skin. I was caught up with my memories and I didn't notice an older woman in the aisle watching my strange behavior.

She startled me by asking; "Don't you live in the apartment building next to this store?"

"Yes I do. Why do you ask?" I replied.

"I live in that apartment building, too." She said. "I could help you use that wooden cutting board." She wrote something down on a piece of paper and handed it to me. She also gave me a set of wooden spoons. "Please call me once you get back to your apartment, that is after you buy this cutting board and these wooden spoons."

Before I could say anything, she turned around and walked away. I opened the piece of paper and it said, "Former Schoolteacher. Sally." and it had her phone number on it. At first I wasn't sure what had happened to me, but I bought the wooden paddle cutting board and the wooden spoon set. By the way, the cutting board and spoons had a Martha Stewart as the name brand. As I walked back to my apartment, I was wondering what might happen if I call this woman. After all, I am now a successful businessman in my thirties, and I am no longer a naughty schoolboy.

Once I was back in my apartment, I called her. She told me that she used to be a schoolteacher and she used to spank her students. She had taken an early retirement and wondered if I needed a spanking. I told her that the spankings I had received seemed to help me when I was growing up, and I probably needed a spanking. I found out that she lived in an apartment that was just three floors above me, and she wondered if she could visit me in my apartment. I had nothing else planned for the rest of the day, so I told her that she could visit with me in person.

Since I am very busy with the work I do, I actually don't spend a lot of time in my apartment. So I had to quickly pick up trash and clothes, before Sally saw my messy apartment. After about ten minutes, there was a knock on my apartment door. When I opened the door, I saw the same woman who handed me a note in the discount store. She was wearing a nice dress and was carrying a duffel bag.

"Welcome to my apartment," I told her. "Come on in and have a seat."

She came in and seated herself in the middle of my sofa. I sat across from her on a recliner chair. I was surprised when the first thing she asked me was, "So you would like me to spank you?"

"I guess so." I replied. "I never expected this to happen to me when I was looking at the cutting boards that reminded me of paddles."

"When was the last time you were spanked?" She asked.

"I guess it was in junior high school. I had teased some girls in class and it disturbed the class, so my teacher had me stay after school for a spanking."

"How were you spanked?" Sally asked.

"My teacher had me bend over her desk for the spanking. I was really embarrassed because she pulled down both my pants and underwear and spanked me on my bare bottom."

"You told me you thought the spankings helped you with your school work." Sally said. "So are you willing to submit to a spanking from me?"

"I haven't been able to concentrate at work, so a spanking may help me out. So yes, please spank me!" I said.

"If you agree to be spanked by me, I expect to follow all of my commands and orders without question. If you don't, I will stop your spanking and walk right out of the apartment. Do you agree to that?"

"Yes I do." I replied.

"Also, starting now and until I have finished your spanking, you will address me as Mrs. Jones. Do you agree to that?"

"Yes I do." I replied.

"Please answer with 'Yes I do, Mrs. Jones'. That will cost you extra five swats of the paddle. Are you ready to be spanked?"

"Yes, Mrs. Jones." I replied.

"Good! First I want you to get the paddle and wooden spoons you bought and place them on your kitchen table." So I went out to the kitchen and set down the wooden paddle and spoons on the table. "Now I want you to completely take off your shirt and slacks, then stand in front of me with your hands on your head."

I felt good that I was able to leave on my underpants, and I stood in front of her with my hands on my head. I didn't mean to, but I felt an erection coming on, and I felt my penis stretching out my white cotton briefs. I guess it felt exciting standing almost naked before an older woman who was about to spank me. To my surprise, her hands quickly went to the waistband of my underwear, and she pulled them down to my ankles. "I always give a spanking on the bare skin. Please step out of your underwear and give them to me, and then go over to your kitchen table and bend over it." I guess that she was ignoring my erection that was standing straight out.

I couldn't believe that I was doing this. I had just met Mrs. Jones a few hours ago, and now I was naked and bent over my kitchen table to be spanked by her. Then she brought over her duffel bag and pulled some of her own paddles and placed them on the table next to me.

"I will start your spanking with the stuff you bought at the store, and then I will use my paddles on you. My paddles will sting you a lot more. Are you ready to be spanked?"

"Yes, Mrs. Jones." I meekly replied.

"First, I want you to spread your legs apart. That way I can spank you in your most tender areas." As I spread my legs apart, I felt her hands on my ankles spreading them even further apart. "Now you look ready to be spanked."

I felt totally exposed and vulnerable. My erect penis and balls were dangling down between my legs and I felt completely under Mrs. Jones' control. I saw her pick up the wooden spoons that I had bought and my spanking began. "These should warm up you ass to start with."

I could feel the spanking, but it didn't hurt much. Then she sat down the wooden spoons and reached for the wooden cutting board paddle, which I had bought. "Next, I will give you ten swats from your own paddle."

The ten swats hurt a lot more than the wooden spoons, and now I was beginning to really feel my spanking. I was really glad when the ten swats were over with.

Next, she picked up a large wooden paddle with holes in it and said, "I am now going to give you fifteen swats from this paddle, but this time I want you to count these out loud. I will also ask you some questions between each swat. Are you ready/"

"Yes, Mrs. Jones." I replied.

"You have a very messy apartment. Don't you agree?" SWAT!

The paddle with the holes in it really stung my naughty naked bottom. "Ouch!" I yelled out.

"You forgot to say 'One' and answer my question." Mrs. Jones said. "Therefore we will start with one all over again. Also, if you keep yelling out, I will need to gag you. So are you ready for your first swat?

"Yes, Mrs. Jones." I meekly answered.

SWAT! "One, and yes I have a messy apartment." I said.

"You will clean up your apartment a lot better the next time I see you. Correct!" SWAT!

"Two! Yes, I will clean it better!" I said.

"Are you currently dating anyone?" SWAT!

"Three. No." I said. Now I was feeling very vulnerable and completely under Mrs. Jones control. Also, not only did I have to remember how many swats I had received, but also answer her questions.

"Would you like a woman in your life?" SWAT!

"Four. Yes, Mrs. Jones."

"Would you like to meet my niece?" SWAT!

"Five. Yes, Mrs. Jones."

"She is going to be over for lunch on Sunday at noon. Could you join us?" SWAT!

"Six. Yes, Mrs. Jones."

"And you will have cleaned up your apartment by then. Correct?" SWAT!

"Seven. Yes, Mrs. Jones."

"Good! We will see you in my apartment on Sunday at noon. Be sure and be on time." Mrs. Jones said. "Now I will give you your next eight swats very quickly. Be sure and count them starting at eight. SWAT!

I took the next eight swats without yelling out. Now my poor bottom felt like it was on fire. I started to bring my hands back to rub my bottom when Mrs. Jones said; "Don't you dare rub your bottom. Stay in place while I examine my spanking results on you." Then I felt her hands all over my bottom and even between my legs. "You have a nice red bottom. You should be able to feel this spanking for a few days. Stay in this position until I leave your apartment. I will write my apartment number on a piece of paper and leave it with you. I look forward to your next spanking."

Then she gathered up her paddles and put them in her duffel bag. She wrote a number on a piece on paper and laid it next to my head. "I look forward to see you and my niece on Sunday at Noon." Mrs. Jones said before she left the apartment.

Once she had left, I went to the bathroom and looked at my burning bottom in the mirror. It had a nice red hue all over it. When I went to sit down, I needed to use a pillow. Then I wondered what Sunday would be like.


Discount Store Part 2 F/M
By Otkfme

I had been spanked by an older woman in the building, and was now invited to her apartment to have lunch with her and to meet her niece. Her niece visited her for lunch about every other week, and Mrs. Jones thought that I should meet her. The niece was supposedly about my age, and was still single. Since I was always looking for new single women to meet, I agreed to have lunch with Mrs. Jones and her niece.

Mrs. Jones' apartment was very clean and nice. She had the table set very precisely, with everything in its proper place. When I arrived right at noon, Mrs. Jones greeted me and introduced her niece, Karen, to me. Karen looked about my age and was a very pretty woman. I was a little taller than she was, and she was wearing a white blouse and a pleated plaid skirt.

"Everything is already to eat, so let's sit down." Mrs. Jones said. Then we had a wonderful meal of steak, potatoes, peas, and a nice pie for desert. Mrs. Jones and Karen asked me a lot of questions as we ate. I told them where I worked and what I did. I also was able to ask Karen a lot of questions about her. I found out that we had a lot in common, and that it was real easy to talk to her.

After we finished eating, Mrs. Jones had Karen and I sit in the living room and talk while she did the dishes. We talked for a long time, and I was really interested in possibly dating Karen. Karen then asked Mrs. Jones if it was all right to go to my apartment to talk. Mrs. Jones said it was OK, so I showed Karen my apartment. Although I had tried to clean it after my spanking from Mrs. Jones, it still wasn't as clean and nice as Mrs. Jones apartment.

Karen and I talked and talked, and then I finally got up the courage to ask her if she would go out on a date with me. "I would love to, but it will depend on what happens next." Karen said. Let me run up to Mrs. Jones apartment and get something. I'll be right back. Then she left the apartment. I was thrilled to finally meet a nice looking woman that we had a lot in common in our work and with our ideas. I couldn't wait to get to know her better.

I heard a knock on my door and I let Karen back into the apartment. To my surprise, she was now carrying the same bag that contained stuff that Mrs. Jones had spanked me with. "Please sit down so I can ask you a few questions before I will agree to date you." Karen said. Once seated, Karen asked, "My aunt told me that she had spanked you and that you wanted to be spanked. Is that true?"

I was shocked that Mrs. Jones had told her niece about spanking me. "I'm surprised and embarrassed that she told you. But yes, she spanked me." I replied.

"If I were to let you date me, I first want you to submit to a spanking by me. And you will follow my every command. Will you do that for me?"

Karen was the first woman that I really felt truly compatible with. So I said, "Yes, I really do want to date you! So do you want me to bend over the table like I did for your aunt?"

"No! I want you to go into your bedroom and take off all of your clothes. Put two pillows under your stomach, and lay on them in the middle of your bed. I'll give you one minute to do that." Karen said.

"But…" I started to say something.

"Hurry up! You're wasting time."

So I ran into my bedroom, quickly took off my clothes, and lay down on my pillows. This made my poor bottom stick high up in the air. As soon as I was in position, Karen walked into the bedroom.

"You really do need a woman in you life. Your apartment is still messy, and you didn't even bother to neatly fold your clothing. You really deserve this spanking. Don't you?" Karen asked.

"Yes I do." I meekly replied.

"So let me get started." Karen then pulled out the paddle with the holes in it and started to spank me. It stung a lot more than the spanking I had received from Mrs. Jones. I kicked my feet and tried to block my spanking by placing my hands over my bottom.

"My aunt warned me that you may not like to be spanked like this. But she included something in the bag to take care of this situation." Karen then reached into the bag and pulled out cuffs and some rope. She started with my wrists and tied them to the bedposts. Then she tied on ankle to the bedpost. I soon realized that my legs would be spread wide apart and that my penis and balls would hand down between my legs.

"Please don't spread my legs like this." I complained.

"You should of thought of that before you started to kick you legs." Karen said.

Then my spanking started again. Although the spanking stung my poor bottom, I felt excited being completely exposed to her like this, and I had an erection. Karen must have noticed because she would use the riding crop and flick it between my legs. I had a wonderful feeling of both pleasure and pain at the same time.

She spanked and spanked me, using every paddle and spanking implement in the bag. Then she stopped and asked, "Where is a key to your apartment?"

"In my pants pocket."

"I'm going to leave you like this for about ten minutes. I want to talk to my aunt some more. This way, you can think about the spanking you just received." She then left the bedroom and I heard my apartment door close.

I tugged at the ropes, and found out that I was totally at Karen's mercy to release me from my bonds. But I still felt excited, and my bottom had a nice warm feeling to it. It seemed like an hour, but Karen finally returned to my apartment. After examining my poor spanked bottom, she rubbed some lotion on it while I was still tied down. She also rubbed some lotion between my legs and stroked my erection.

"So it looks like you enjoyed your spanking. Let me relieve you of this!" The Karen stroked my penis and balls until I came all over my own bed. "I guess that will give you something else to clean up. I'm going to write my phone number on a piece of paper then release you. Please stay in position until I leave the apartment."

Karen loosened my cuffs and untied the ropes, and wrote her phone number down for me. After she had packed up the duffel bag, she climbed between my legs and said, "It was nice meeting you. I expect to hear from you so that we can go out on a date and I can continue to spank you." Then she grabbed my penis and balls and stroked them some more.

"I will be sure and call you!" I said. And then she left the apartment. What have I just gotten myself into?
 

Computer Glitch
By Otkfme

I’m 30 years old, single male and I work for a large company that sells scientific computer products to businesses. This means I spend most of my day in a small cubicle along with a lot of other people. My job is to work out any bugs that may be in any of the programs that we offer to clients. So most of my day is spent in front of a computer or on the telephone. I tend to work long hours so I don’t get much time to socialize with the opposite sex.

Our company has a large lunchroom where we can either bring in our own food or they also serve hot food. But I tend to either sit alone or with the other guys who work on the same programs I work on.

Anyway, to my surprise, Cathy came up and sat down next to me during lunch. Cathy is about five years older than me, but is always is fashionably dressed, and looks very young for her age. Cathy started working for the company about a year ago, and is very good at writing our manuals for the programs that the company sells. This means that she needs a good background in both English and science.

After the usual hello and how are you, Cathy asked, “Could you come over to my house, tomorrow, and work on my home computer. It has been acting slow, lately, and some of the programs have not been working properly. Can you help me out?”

“If I am not working late tomorrow, I’d be happy to help you out.” I said. I consider myself to be a real computer wiz, and I had been interested in getting to know Cathy for a long time. I just never got up the courage to talk to her.

“Good!” Cathy exclaimed. “I can make you a good meal to eat while you work on my computer, and we can also get to know each other better. I better let you finish your lunch, and then you can follow me home, tomorrow.”

This gave me time to gather up my repair programs, plus I downloaded some new programs that are supposed to make a computer run faster and better.

The next day was Tuesday, and I didn’t have to work late. So I followed Cathy home to a very nice looking townhouse. When I walked through her door, I was amazed how nice and clean, and well organized her house looked. My house tends to be cluttered with stuff all over, and not very clean. But since I live alone, no one can complain but myself.

Cathy showed me the computer room and I started repairing her computer. “I’ll start making us something to eat,” Cathy said. “I’ll call you when it is ready.” So I started working on her computer. And yes, it was working very slowly and certain programs didn’t work very well. So I started by using my repair programs on her computer. It took a while, but things started to work faster on her computer. “Supper’s ready.” I heard Cathy said.

When I sat down to eat, I was really surprised at what Cathy had made. It was a roasted chicken with mashed potatoes and cream corn. It tasted really good. For desert. Cathy served me a homemade cake. We were able to talk while we were eating and I found out more information on what Cathy likes to cook and eat. Then it was back to her computer. After I thought her computer was fixed, I put on the new programs that I had found on the net to make her computer work even faster and better.

While those programs were being loaded and installed, I was able to talk some more with Cathy. I found out that she used to be a junior high teacher teacher at a private school. She had taught English and Science to 7 – 9th graders. But the enrollment of students had gone down and she wasn’t paid very well, so she switched to this higher paying job.

So it was a nice evening for me, and I got to know Cathy better. Back at work, Cathy smiled at me during the rest of the week, and thanked me for working on her computer. But on Friday, she didn’t make eye contact with me and seemed very cold towards me.

Then on Monday of the following week, Cathy asked, “Can you come over to my house after work? I want you to look at my computer, again.”

“Sure.” I said. I was looking forward to another great meal and good conversation with Cathy.

After work and once we got to her townhouse, she said, “Just have a seat on the couch and I want to show you something.” She went into her kitchen and brought out a bill from a computer repair company. “After you worked on my computer, it completely froze up, and I took it into this company to get it repaired. I think you would be interested in what they said was wrong with it.”

Under comments about the computer, it read, “ Three programs were recently loaded on the computer that caused the problems. Each program had multiple viruses and worms that disabled the computer. Furthermore, part of your hard drive was erased and many of your applications were scrambled. The computer is working okay now, with no worms or viruses, but your applications should be reinstalled and hopefully you have backed up your data. About 50% of your information was lost due to the three programs recently installed on your hard drive. Cost of the repair, $300.00.”

I was shocked by what I read. It was true that I had not tested these new programs on my computer before I installed them onto Cathy’s computer, but I had obtained them from a source on the net that I have never had a problem with.

“I feel that most or all of the repair costs should be paid by you, since you installed those corrupt programs on my computer.” Cathy said. “Second, I will have to spend many hours putting programs and information back on my computer, and I feel that you should compensate me for my loss. Do you agree?”

“I guess so, but I didn’t think any of my programs would harm your computer.” I replied. “Also, I have no money in savings and I am living paycheck to paycheck, so I can’t pay you back right now.”

“When I taught school, if any of the boys in my class got in trouble, they had to stay after school and were spanked.” Cathy said. “I’m willing to let you pay me back as little as ten dollars a week, but only if you agree to a weekly spanking until you pay me back. I would also add an additional weekly spanking for every hour I spend putting programs and information back on my computer.”

“You don’t need to spank me. I can help you get your computer back up and running.” I said.

“You caused all my problems in the first place, and I don’t want you to touch my computer, again.” Cathy said. “Either you agree to be spanked every week until you pay me back, or I will let everyone at work know what you did to my computer and you will probably lose your job.”

“Please don’t tell the others at work about what problems I caused on your computer.” I looked into my wallet and found fifteen dollars. “ Here’s fifteen dollars. I’ll pay you back as soon as possible. Please don’t spank me.”

“I accept your fifteen dollars, but I expect you to experience your first spanking right now. I will teach you how to submit to your weekly spankings until you pay me back. Also, I will add an additional spanking for every hour I spend reloading programs and restoring my data. Are you ready for your first spanking?”

“This seems ridiculous for a grown man to be spanked for this, but I guess I agree.” I said. “What do you want me to do?”

“When you arrive at my house for your spanking, I want you to first take off all of your clothes and fold them and lay them on the couch. Then I want you to stand in the corner with you hands on your head and your legs spread apart. So start stripping right now!”

I felt very embarrassed taking off all of my clothes in front of one of my co-workers. I slowly took off my clothes and folded them and placed them on the couch. When I was down to my shorts, I hesitated.

“I always spanked my students on the bare skin, and your going to be spanked the same way.” Cathy said. “So hurry up and take off your shorts.”

As I took off my shorts, I was now aware that I had a large erection. As I tried to cover it Cathy said, “Most of the boys I spanked also had erections, so don’t try to cover it up with your hands.” Then I felt her guide me over to the corner of the room. “Now put your hands on your head and spread your legs.”

Now I felt totally exposed and completely under Cathy’s control. “Spread your legs a little further apart.” My erect penis and balls were sticking straight out between my legs. “Stay there and don’t move while I prepare myself for your spanking. Also, only look straight ahead into the corner.”

I heard Cathy leave the living room and then she returned and placed many items on the coffee table in front of the couch. “You can turn around and walk over here and stand next to me.” When I turned around, I was surprised to see several paddles and hairbrushes on the coffee table. Cathy had also changed her clothes. She was now wearing a white blouse with short sleeves and a very short black leather skirt and was seated in the middle of the couch.

Cathy hiked up her leather skirt and I could see that she was wearing pantyhose. “Now lay on the couch so that your weight is on the couch and your penis falls between my thighs.” I now had many mixed emotions going through my mind and body as I lay over her lap. I could feel her nice warm nylon covered thighs move together to trap my erect penis between her legs. I was now also aware of her perfume and that I was totally naked and under her complete control. This also brought back memories when I was a naughty little boy and was spanked over the knee of my mom.

“I will first start with a hand spanking, but you will eventually experience my hairbrush and paddles.” Then, to my surprise, I felt her hands all over my bottom. “Spread your legs apart so that I can spank your most sensitive areas. You have a very spankable butt and I want to make sure I turn every inch of it a nice shade of red.”

Then my spanking started. It was strange because I felt both pleasure and pain. After several spanks, Cathy would rub my bottom and tell me that I really deserved this spanking. Her hand spanks graduated from being firm and soft to very hard. This made the lower half of my body feel very warm and I began to wiggle about. “If you keep wiggling, I will need to change your position.” Cathy said.

But her hand spanks were beginning to hurt, and I continued to wiggle. My spanking stopped and Cathy said, “Since you continue to wiggle, I want you to stand up and then bend over the side of the couch.”

As I walked over to the side of the couch, I saw Cathy pick up the hairbrush and walk over towards me. I next felt her hand on my back as she guided me to bend all the way over the side of the couch. Now my head and arms were on the couch cushions, and my poor bare bottom was sticking way up in the air. Then I felt her hairbrush tapping my inner thighs, “Spread your legs wide apart for me.” Now I felt completely vulnerable with my penis and balls hanging completely exposed between my legs.

My spanking started again, but this time with her hairbrush. The spanks also hurt a lot more than with her hand. So I started to put my hands in back of me to protect my poor bottom. I also turned my head to watch her spank me. “Keep your hands away from your bare butt and keep your head forward, or I will make your spanking even more severe.” I didn’t want to a more severe spanking, so I slowly put my hands back on the couch cushions and faced forward.

Cathy then replaced the hairbrush with a round leather paddle from the coffee table. She held it close to my face so that I would have a good look at it. “I will now give you a five minute spanking with this paddle. Be sure to stay in place” Then I felt this new paddle not only on my poor bare bottom, but also on the back and insides of my thighs. Sometimes, Cathy would flick the paddle so that it would hit my penis and balls. She would also use her hands to sooth my poor bottom. So I was never sure if I would feel pain or pleasure. It really gave me a weird feeling.

Finally Cathy quit spanking me with the leather paddle and then picked up a longer wooden paddle with holes in it. “This is a paddle I reserved for my most naughty students. Since this is your first spanking from me, I will only give you ten swats from this paddle. But I want you to count out loud after each swat, and also say ‘Thank you, Cathy’ after each swat. If you rise up or rub your ass, the swat will not count and will be repeated. Are you all set for this last part of your spanking?”

“I guess so!” I replied. “I have no choice.”

“Keep your head forward and steady yourself.” Cathy said.

SWAT!

The paddle really hurt, but I said, “One, Thank you Cathy.” I wasn’t sure if I would be able to take ten swats from this paddle.

SWAT!

“Two, Thank you Cathy.”

“Clyde. I want you to set aside every Monday evening for your spanking.”

SWAT!

“Three, Thank you Cathy.”

“You will follow me home after work for your spanking.” Cathy said. “Once you enter my house, I expect you to strip down and stand in the corner.”

SWAT!

“Four, Thank you Cathy.”

“Until you have paid me back, I expect you to follow, without protest, my every command.”

SWAT!

“Five, Thank you Cathy.”

“We are halfway through with this paddle. You’re doing very well!”

SWAT!

“Six, Thank you Cathy.”

“You will become my own special spanking boy!”

SWAT!

“Seven, Thank you Cathy.” I had to hold on tight to the couch to stay in position.

“I hope you pay me back slowly, so that I can spank you for many months.”

SWAT!

“Eight, Thank you Cathy.”

“Now I will give you two quick and hard swats. Please stay in position.”

SWAT! SWAT!

“Nine and ten. Thank you Cathy.”

Then I felt her hands all over my bottom. “I will stop your spanking now, because it looks like you have had enough and you are now bright red. I will also give you a choice. You can either stand in the corner for five minutes or you can go over my lap and I will rub cool lotion on your red butt.”

My poor bottom was really burning hot, so I said, “I guess I will go over your lap for the lotion.”

“Good choice. Now stand up and lay over my lap with your legs apart.”

I was on the verge of crying, so I didn’t hesitate to lie over her lap. The lotion felt very cold at first, but it felt very good. And I had no choice but to hold still as her hands even went between my legs and caressed me everywhere.

“Now stand up, get dressed, and leave my house. You will probably need a pillow to sit on during work tomorrow. I look forward to your spanking next Monday!”

So I quickly dressed and left Cathy’s house.


Pizza Man
By Otkfme

When I was in college, I needed a job to help pay for my tuition and housing. There wasn't much of a job market, so I had to settle for a job as a pizza deliveryman. This was a hard job for me because I have trouble with directions, and many times I drive around in circles to find places.

After I had been working there for two weeks, my boss warned me that I needed to do a better job at delivering the pizzas on time, or else I would lose my job. I felt I really needed this job since it was helping me pay for my education.

This happened on a very busy Saturday night. It seemed like everyone in the town was ordering a pizza. My boss gave me four pizzas to be delivered to three places. I put them in a special cloth case to keep them warm and headed out to deliver them. The first two places were close and easy to find. They liked the fact that they were piping hot and were delivered quickly, so I got a big tip.

The last address was in a part of town that I wasn't used to. Although I looked up the address on a map before I left the pizza place, I had a hard time finding the address. There was only one way into this area and by the time I found the address, it had been a full hour since I left the pizza place.

I rang the doorbell and a woman about my age came to the door. "These are the pizzas you ordered," I said, "Please pay me $20.49 for the pizzas."

"We ordered the pizzas over two hours ago." The woman said. "I want to see them before I pay for them."

I handed the pizzas to her and she opened up the boxes and checked them. "Both of these pizzas are cold plus one has the wrong ingredients on it. I refuse to pay for them and I want to call the pizza place and complain about long it took to have them delivered!"

"Please don't call them!" I exclaimed. "I'm already on probation and I would lose my job."

"Well, I'm certainly not going to pay for them, but I am sorry if this will make you lose your job." She said.

"I'm willing to do anything for you if you don't call the pizza place!" I pleaded.

"Would you be willing to do anything for me which would include a spanking?" She asked.

"I do need to get back to the pizza place before 10 o'clock, and it will take me about 10 minutes to drive back to the pizza place." I said. The time was now ten minutes after nine, so I knew whatever she did to me would last only thirty minutes. I hadn't been spanked since I was in elementary school, and I didn't want to lose my job. "If you don't call the pizza place, I would be willing to do what you want."

"Good! Step inside and take off your shirt and slacks."

When I entered the house, I saw two more women sitting in the living room watching television. I wasn't expecting this.

"Yes, the pizza was for the three of us. Now hurry up and take off your shirt and slacks." She took me by the arm and escorted me to the middle of the living room. "We have another pizza delivery guy who was over two hours late in delivering the pizza. He has already agreed to do whatever we say for the next half-hour, and that includes a spanking."

The woman was now helping take off my clothes by unbuckling my slacks and pulling them off. "Also, take off your shoes and socks." She commanded. Now I was standing before these three women in just my white briefs. I felt so embarrassed and I had no idea what these women had planned for me. "Now put your hands on top of your head and stand still."

The two women who were seated on the couch came over and sat at my feet as the woman slowly pulled down my briefs. I had never been stripped like this before three strange women and I had an instant erection. The woman pulled my briefs completely off my feet and now I was completely naked. "Spread your legs wide apart so we can clearly see what you are made of."

Then I felt their hands exploring every inch of my naked body.

"He has a nice ass." One of them said.

"Look at his erection, already," another woman said. "And we have just begun!"

"What's your name?" One of them asked.

"Clyde." I replied.

"You look like a college boy. What year are you?" A woman asked.

"Yes, I am a freshman at the university."

"Well, this should be a very educational evening for you." The woman said who opened the door. "Now get down on all fours with your knees spread apart so that we can examine that nice ass of your more closely."

I felt like a cow being examined before auction. Their hands were everywhere, feeling my body and most private parts. One of the women went into the kitchen and brought out a wooden straight back chair and placed it in the middle of the living room, next to me. The woman who had originally greeted me at the front door sat down on the chair.

"Clyde, you can stand up, and then bend over my lap for a spanking." I stood up and soon was bent over her lap. She was wearing a short skirt, and she hiked it up before I bent over her lap. Then she positioned me so that my penis was between her strong thighs. Next, she closed her thighs together so I was held in place by my erection. I felt like a naughty little boy getting a spanking."

"The first part of your spanking will include each of us spanking you twenty times on your bare ass for delivering the pizza so late. And from now until you leave this house, you will address us as 'Yes, madam.' Is that understood!"

"I guess so." I replied.

I felt five quick stinging spanks on my naked upturned bottom. "Is that how you are suppose to address me?" She asked.

I rethought my reply and said, "No, madam."

"That's better." She said. "Those first five won't count. Now get ready for your spanking."

"Yes, madam." Then my spanking started. My spanking from her was a combination of pain and pleasure. After a few spanks, she would rub my bottom and sometimes even tickle my sides, and then spank me some more.

Soon she said, "Clyde, you can stand up now. Julie, it's your turn to spank him."

Julie sat down on the chair and noticed my still present erection. She stroked my penis and said, "It looks like you are enjoying your spanking. Is that true, Clyde?"

"I can't help it, Madam." Was the only reply that I could think of.

"Don't just stand there! Bend over my lap for your spanking." Julie ordered. She readjusted me several times so that I was in a good spanking position for her. Then Julie started to spank me. She spanked me a lot harder than the first woman and soon I was squirming in her lap.

"Clyde, stay still or else you will receive twenty extra spanks from me." Julie said. So although my poor upturned naked bottom really hurt, I held as still as I could as Julie spanked me.

"Clyde, stand up so that Karen can spank you." As I stood up, Julie sat down on the couch and Karen came over to me. Karen was wearing a tee shirt and some jeans. To my surprise, Karen slipped off her jeans before she sat down.

"I want to feel your body next to my naked thighs." Julie said. "So bend over my lap for your spanking."

It was very exciting for me to go over her lap since she was now wearing only skimpy panties from the waist down. I was sure that she enjoyed the feel of my erect penis between her naked thighs. Julie also rotated my spanking with rubbing my bottom and tickling me. By the time Julie had finished my spanking, I still had a big erection.

"Clyde, stand up and bend over the end of the couch so that we can paddle you." The first woman said. My bottom felt sore and hot, so I rubbed it as I went over to the end of the couch.

"Look at his erection, now!" Julie commented. "Hurry up and bend over the end of the couch so that we can paddle you."

"I'll get the paddles." Karen said.

"Since there is only five minutes left to spank you, all three of us will paddle you at once." The first woman said. Then my paddling started.

"His bottom really looks red now." Julie said.

It seemed to take forever, but they finally quit paddling me. Now my ass was really burning with heat.

As I stood up, I rubbed my ass and although my ass was sore, I still had an erection. They must have noticed because Julie said, "It looks like we still have some unfinished business. Please bend over the couch again, but this time face up."

I was aware that this would put my erect penis up high in the air, so I hesitated. I felt five quick swats of a paddle on my sore ass and Julie said, "Hurry up!" So I bend over backwards over the end of the couch. Then the women started to stroke my penis and balls. In less than a minute, I was squirting my cum into their hands.

They cleaned me up with a wash rag and then Karen said, "I guess you need to get back to work. I hope you deliver pizza to us, again."

So I quickly dressed and left their house. When I got back to the pizza place, my boss noticed that I wasn't sitting down and was rubbing my ass.

"I see you must have had the delivery to those three women on the north side of the city." My boss said. "I hope you enjoyed it."

I guess I was set-up.


The Ranch F/M
By Otkfme

After I finished high school, I needed a summer job to help pay for my college education. I was eighteen years old and I had applied to many companies, but I had no interviews. Then I saw an ad in the paper to work at a horse ranch. I needed to report to a hotel lobby at a certain time. I brought my resume and I had an interview with an older woman about working on the ranch. I was given literature about the ranch and was told I could have the job if I would sign the contract. I told her that since this was my first job and that I was only eighteen years old; I wanted my parents to read the literature and contract. I was to call her if I accepted the job.

My parents thought the job would be a great experience for me. All my room and board would be paid for, plus I would make good money. Although I would be expected to work six days a week, I would be given a day off and the workdays would be only eight hours long. Also, if I was willing to work more than eight hours, I would get overtime.

The ranch was located in the middle of nowhere, and about 90 miles from the city I lived in. The literature said that I would have limited phone privileges, and there was no television reception, so bring books. The contract seemed okay with my parents, except for a clause that mentioned something about corrections would be taken for any misbehavior. So I called her back and told her that I accepted the job on the condition that my parents would take me to the ranch and look it over. If they were uneasy with anything, I won't work there. I was to report to the ranch on a Saturday, a week from now.

When I arrived with my parents, the same woman that interviewed me also showed me and my parents the ranch. I had a nice room for myself, and we were also able to talk to the other workers. Everything seemed great and then my parents asked her about the punishment clause. She told my parents that it involved "the woodshed", and that she would show my parents "the woodshed", but I wouldn't get to see "the woodshed" until I needed to be disciplined.

After my parents saw it, they said that this was a great opportunity for me, and left me there for the summer. They also reminded me that since I was now eighteen years old and an adult, it was up to me to make my own decisions and they left.

The older woman at the ranch was named "Sally". She was thirty-seven years old with two boys who had married and no longer were living on the ranch. He husband had been recently killed in a car accident, and she was left alone with the ranch. There were six ranch hands, and a maid. The maid fixed all of the food and kept the ranch house clean. Sally supervised everyone and also helped in running the ranch.

Sally gathered me and two other new ranch hands together in the living room and explained the rules for working there. The rules seemed simple, we need to be awake and dressed for breakfast at 6 PM, and we needed to be there for the 6 PM dinner. We could either get lunch at the ranch house, or we could take a lunch with us if we were working far away from the house. Also, we were expected to put in a full day's work, and no sleeping while on the job. If we broke anything, we were responsible for either fixing it or for paying for it. There was flaterising with the opposite sex. That was an automatic 30 demerits. Every week on Wednesday, she would have a short job review with the workers, and she would discuss your pay for the week and any demerits. She gave each of us a sheet of paper on how we would earn demerits, and when a twenty demerits or over were reached, it would be taken care of in "the woodshed". She also had us pick out work clothes needed from a special laundry room in the house. Since we were new to the ranch, our first workday would start on Monday.

At first I worked in the barn and stables so that Sally could watch over me. It was a great job! I learned how to ride a horse, and used a horse in the work I was required to do. I also learned how to take care of horses and train them. It was hard work, but very rewarding. On my weekly reviews, Sally gave me extra pay and very rarely earned a demerit.

But one Saturday, I went into the city with the other ranch hands and was told that the car would leave the city at 10:00 PM. If I wasn't at the car at that time, I would be responsible for my own transportation back to the ranch. Anyway, I went to a dance club and found a girl to hang out with. I really liked her, and she dropped me off at the ranch around 3 AM in the morning. I had to work on Sunday, and I fell asleep while repairing the fences around the ranch. Sally had high-powered zoom binoculars that had a built in digital camera. So on Wednesday, during my work review, she showed me pictures of me sleeping. That was automatic twenty demerits, and with the ten demerits I had already accumulated, I had thirty demerits. I was handed a sheet to sign acknowledging my thirty demerits and that I agreed to the punishment. Sally also told me that if I didn't accept the punishment, I would need to leave the ranch by Thursday evening and I would receive payment for the work completed up until now. I really needed the money for my college education, so I agreed to the punishment and signed the paper. She told me to meet her outside of "the woodshed" at 7 PM, after dinner and my demerits would be dealt with.

The rest of the day, I was worried about what my punishment would be like. Since my parents had seen "the woodshed", I felt that it must be okay. At dinner, I didn't eat very much, and I went to my room for a quiet time.

At 7 PM, I met Sally outside of "the woodshed".

"If you don't want to be punished, you can still leave the ranch with the money that you have made so far." Sally said.

"I am using the money to pay for my college education, and you did catch me sleeping. So I do accept the punishment that I deserve," I said.

"You are a smart young man. You are also one of my best workers, but you can't sleep on the job. So follow me inside and let's get this over with." Sally said.

"The woodshed" was a small storage shed attached to the nearby farm. Sally always had a padlock on the doors, and the workers were not allowed to see the inside of the shed unless they were to be punished.

Once the doors were opened, the first thing I noticed was stacks of hay around the outside walls. In the middle was a wooden horse that was normally used to hold saddles. Beside the wooden horse were several modified saddles that didn't have any stirrups. There were also several wooden chairs and stools. On one wall were various crops, whips, canes, and paddles.

"How tall are you?" Sally asked.

"I'm six foot even." I replied.

She took one of the modified saddles and secured it with straps to the wooden horse.

"I am now going to spank you while bent over the saddle on the wooden horse. Since you have thirty demerits, it will last thirty minutes and it will hurt. When was the last time you were spanked?" She asked.

"It was back in eighth grade by my dad for bad grades, so it has been a while." I said.

"Then I suggest you first get an over the knee warm-up spanking." Sally said. "It will not count against your thirty minute spanking, but it will make it easier on your butt to be warmed up first."

"Okay. If you suggest it." I said.

Sally got a wooden armless chair and put it in the middle of the room. "First take of your shirt and then come over here and stand next to me with your hands above your head." Once beside her, she undid my belt and lowered my jeans to my ankles. I felt thankful that she didn't take down my white briefs. I hadn't dated very many girls in high school, so I felt very embarrassed to be nearly naked in front of Sally. "Now bend over my lap so that your hands and feet are on the floor and you butt is high in the air." Sally was wearing a jean-skirt, and she hiked it up just before I lay over her lap. Now everything felt very strange to me. I feel the warmth of her body next to mine, and I could smell her sweet perfume. But I also felt very exposed and vulnerable in this position.

Then Sally began to spank me. It was obvious that she had spanked many people before me. Her spanks went from cheek to cheek, first starting softly, and then growing more intense. "Clyde, you are such a good worker, I was hoping that you would be able to work the whole summer without being punished. Some of my lazy workers I punish on a weekly basis, and then I fire them. So I hope you stay out of trouble." After spanking me for a while and the spanks started to sting, she said, "Now lift up so that I can pull your briefs down and see what your naked butt looks like,"

I hesitated and said, "But then I would be naked over your lap. Do I have to."

"Either walk out right now and lose your job or lift up." Sally said. I reluctantly raised up and I felt her fingernails in the waistband of my briefs and then she slid them down to my ankles. I already had an erection and I was now very conscious of the fact that I was now putting my penis between her thighs. Then I felt even more aroused as I felt Sally's hands on my naked upturned butt.

"Your butt is turning a nice shade of pink, but it will be totally red by the time I am finished with your spanking." She continued to spank my bare butt, but also stopped now and then to feel the warmth of my butt.

"Now stand up and bend over the horse." As I stood up, I attempted to hide my erection with my hands.

"I have spanked my two boys, my husband, and the other workers around here. So you have nothing to hide that I have not seen before." Sally said.

So with my jeans and underwear around my ankles and no shirt, I hobbled over to the wooden horse and bent over the modified saddle. I was now completely naked except for my jeans and underwear at my ankles. Next Sally came around in front of me and said, "Hold on to the bottom rung of the horse. If you let go, your spanking will last longer." Then she gathered some spanking implements and laid them on the floor next to my face so that I could clearly see them. She also picked up a kitchen timer and placed it with the spanking implements.

Sally picked up the riding crop and went around behind me. First she took off my jeans and briefs and then said, "Spread your legs so that they are on the outside of the legs of the wooden horse." I felt a tapping of the crop on the insides of my thighs to spread them even further apart. This was causing me to stand on tiptoe and it was totally exposing my penis and balls. The taps became even stronger as she said, "Spread those legs even more."

After Sally was satisfied in the totally exposed position I was in, she said, "These are the rules of your spanking. First, during your spanking, refer to me as 'ma'am'. Second, if rise up or get out of position, more time will be added to your spanking. Third, if you rise up more than once, I will secure you to the wooden horse. Fourth, you can scream or yell all you want; no one will hear you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I do." I replied.

Then I felt her hit me with the riding crop right between my ass cheeks. "What do you call me?" She asked.

"Yes, ma'am."

"That's better," She reached down, exchanged the riding crop for a leather round paddle, and set the timer for thirty minutes. "Your spanking will start now!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Then she started to spank me. The swats started soft, but gradually got harder and harder. Now and then she would pick up the riding crop and hit me on the back of my thighs and between my legs. I was squirming about a bit as I felt my ass get warmer and warmer, but stayed in place. That was until she picked up a long wooden paddle with many large holes in it.

SWAT!

It felt like bees had stung me. I stood up and rubbed my poor sore ass. "That will add more time to your spanking. Please bend over again and spread your legs apart." Sally said.

As I bent down, I saw the timer had fifteen minutes left on it. I spread my legs far apart and waited.

SWAT!

I couldn't help myself, and stood up and rubbed my ass.

"Bend back over, and raise up your left foot." Sally said. Then she exchanged the wooden paddle with holes in it for the riding crop. "This is for getting out of place, twice." I now felt her hitting the bottom of my foot with the riding crop. It really hurt and made the bottom of my foot real tender. "Now give me your right foot." And she continued hitting the bottom of my right foot.

After a while, she put my foot back on the floor, put the riding crop down, and went over to the wall to get something. She came back with some cuffs and rope. "I told you if you moved out of place twice, you would be secured to the horse. So give me your wrists." She put wrist cuffs on me and secured my hands to the bottom of the horse. Then she went around in back of me and put ankle cuffs on me and secured my legs wide apart on the horse. I tried to move, but was unable to even move a little bit. I glanced down at the timer and saw that I still had ten minutes left.

"Here we go, again." She said.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"I'm sorry that you have to endure a spanking like this." She said. "But it's for your own good."

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Now my ass was on fire, and there were almost tears in my eyes. But then, the bell rang on the timer. I thought my spanking was completed until she reached down and added five more minutes on the timer.

"The extra five minutes are for moving out of position."

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Then with about a minute left with my spanking, Sally put the paddle down and grabbed a cane. "I am going to give you three strokes of the cane so that you will know what to expect if you need to come back to the woodshed. After each stroke, please say the number, and 'Thank you, ma'am'. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am." I replied.

SWAT!

"One. Thank you, ma'am." It felt like a hundred bees stung me in a straight line,

SWAT!

"Two. Thank you, ma'am." I tried to stand up but I was secured to the horse.

SWAT!

"Three. Thank you, ma'am." I was glad my spanking was finally over with, when the bell rang.

She gathered up the spanking implements and returned with a jar of cream. Then I felt her hands applying the cream to my sore bare ass. "Now you ass is nice and red with three stripes. You should go to your room and sleep on your stomach tonight. But first let me ease the pain by applying this cold cream on you."

I was still secured to the wooden horse as she rubbed the cream all over my ass cheeks. It felt so good. Then I felt her hands on my inner thighs and between my legs. "Just relax." Sally said. Then she was stroking my penis and balls with the cream. It didn't take long and soon I came in her hand. After the spanking and milking, I stayed in place even after she released me from the horse.

"You can go to your room now. I hope never to see you in here, again" Sally said.

As I laid on my stomach, I though what a great job I had.

END


Unexpected Visitor
By Otkfme

This happened recently on a Saturday evening. I had been watching football on the television all day long and had completely ignored my wife. If I completely ignore her for any length of time when I am home, she feels that have been "naughty" and deserve a spanking. So on this Saturday evening, after we had our supper, my wife informed me that I was going to be spanked for ignoring her. My wife usually spanks me at least once a week, so I was used to the routine. The spanking would take place in the living room, and I first had to take off all of my clothes in front of her. Then it was over her knee for a hand spanking. After about five minutes of the hand spanking, I am let up and then I have to bend over the sofa or a chair to be paddled by various other spanking implements. I always need to stay in position during the second half of the spanking because if I rise up or move, the spanking is extended. Also, I am not allowed to talk unless I am spoken to or told to speak, such as counting out loud the spanks.

My wife had just completed the over the knee hand spanking and I was commanded by her to bend over the end of the sofa for the second half of my spanking. She had all of the spanking implements on the coffee table and had just begun to paddle me when the doorbell rang. She said, "Stay in position and I'll see who it is." So I stayed bent over the sofa and soon I heard another female voice. To my surprise, I heard both women walking towards the living room and they were still talking.

As soon as both women entered the living room, I heard "OOPS, I hope I'm not interrupting anything. Maybe I should leave."

"Please stay," my wife said. "I am in the middle of spanking my husband and you can even help out with his spanking. But first I better introduce you to each other. Clyde, this is Jill from work, and Jill, this is my husband, Clyde." I was so embarrassed, being totally naked and bent over the sofa.
Also, Jill looked like she was in her early twenties, so she was a lot younger than I was.

"Glad to meet you, Clyde," Jill said. Then she asked my wife, "Do you spank him often?"

"About once a week I spank him. Or whenever he has been naughty and has ignored me," my wife said. "Have you ever spanked a man before?"

"No, I haven't," Jill said. "Can you show me how?"

"Sure," my wife said. "Clyde has just received a hand spanking from me, but he would be willing to get a hand spanking from you. Isn't that right, Clyde."

"Yes ma'am," I replied.

"So Jill, sit in that chair over there. Then ask Clyde to come over to you," my wife said.

So Jill sat down and said, "Clyde, come over here so that I may spank you." I stood up and walked over to Jill. "Now what do I do?" Jill asked my wife.

"Just hike up your skirt, spread your legs a little, then direct Clyde to lay over your lap so that his penis is between your legs. This way you have total control over him and you hold him in place."

So over Jill's lap I went. "Now what?" Jill asked.

"Put your legs together so that you have his penis clamped between your legs, then cup your hand and start spanking him," my wife said. Then I felt a few light spanks on my bottom. "You can spank him a lot harder than that! He's a big boy, he can take it." Then the spanks started to land a lot harder. "Be sure to alternate from cheek to cheek, so he doesn't get spanked in just one spot." Soon I was feeling a warm glow across my whole bottom from the spanking.

Jill must have seen the redness, because she said," Look how nice and red his bottom is turning all over."

"I think it is about time to move on to the second part of his spanking. Clyde, stand up, then bend over the end of the sofa so that you are in the same position you were in when Jill walked in." So now I was bent over the sofa, again. "Grab a paddle or whatever spanking implement you want," my wife said to Jill. "Then stand on one side, and I'll stand on the other side, and we can both spank him at once." Soon I was receiving a spanking on both cheeks at once. It begun to really sting, so I started to squirm about. Then my wife said, "Don't move around so much. This part of your spanking is all most over with. Stay in place." Although the spanking was really hurting, I stayed in place.

"You can stand up, now, and stand in the corner," my wife said. "Keep your hands at your side and don't rub your bottom."

After seeing me stand in the corner without rubbing my bottom, Jill said, "Your husband follows your orders very well."

"He knows that if he doesn't follow my orders, he'll get another harder and longer spanking," my wife said. Then they talked about their work and other things.

I think I stayed in the corner for about forty-five minutes, then my wife asked, "Before you go, do you want to give Clyde another over the knee spanking?"

"I would love to," Jill replied. "Clyde, come over her and bend over my lap for another spanking." So I had to lie over Jill's lap again so that she could spank my already sore bottom. But, after a few minutes of the spanking, I had an erection again caused by being spanked by this younger woman.

When the spanking was over with and I stood up, my wife noticed my erection and said to Jill, "When he has an erection like that at the end of his spanking, I always milk him. But since he is standing next to you, do you want to do the honors?"

"I would be happy to," Jill said.

"Good, I'll get a hand towel for you," my wife said. And soon Jill, a young woman who I had just met, and who had just spanked me again, was pulling on my penis and balls, and I was coming into the hand towel she was holding.

After I was relieved of my erection, my wife said, "Clyde, you can get dressed now and leave the room." But while I was getting dressed, my wife said to Jill, "When you drop by again, if you would like to spank Clyde, I'll let you spank him."

I thought,"Great, now another of my wife's friends knows that she spanks me, and now I will probably be spanked everytime Jill comes over to our house."


Valentines Day
By Otkfme

I have been dating a woman named Judy for several months. I really like her and we seem to have a lot in common. We haven't gotten really physical yet. At the end of dates we have kissed and fooled around a lot, but haven't actually made love yet. I send her special email and email cards on holidays, and even on her birthday.

Lately, Judy has gotten on my case because I haven't gotten her any gifts. Well, my work keeps me very busy. I work all day and a lot of times I have to work on evenings and weekends. Since my work schedule is somewhat flexible, I always make room to see Judy but I usually don't have the time to go shopping. I have told this to Judy but she has been on my case recently to get her a gift.

Now it is Valentines Day. I thought I would try to get her a box of candy or at least a rose, but my work required me to stay late and I just had enough time to get to Judy's house after work. We had it planned out that I would take her to dinner and then we would spend quality time at her house.

Judy was usually changing her clothes and getting her make-up all set when I arrived at her house so I would knock on the door and let myself in. I had reservations at a nice restaurant and was looking forward to this date.

Judy poked her head around the hallway and asked, "I'm not quite ready yet, but did you bring me a gift on this special day?"

"I was too busy at work," I replied.

"Well, could you call the restaurant and tell them we will be about forty-five minutes late."

"Is it going to take you that long to get ready?" I asked.

"No, but you'll know why in a few minutes." Judy said. "Just call them up and change the reservations."

I wasn't sure why she wanted the reservations changed but I got on the phone and changed them. In a few minutes, Judy emerged from her bedroom in a short red skirt and pink blouse. She looked wonderful! But in her hand she has a large wooden paddle.

"Why do you have a paddle?" I asked.

"Remember I told you that I belonged to a sorority when I was in college."

"Yes I do," I replied.

"Well in my senior year, I was in charge of keeping the girls in line by giving them a paddling on their bare butts. This was for anything from staying out too late to making poor grades. Now I believe you deserve to be paddled!"

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Well, I have repeatedly asked you to bring me gifts on special occasions. All I get are cute emails. Even on my birthday, I didn't get a gift."

"I have explained to you that I haven't had time to get you anything because of my work schedule." I pleaded.

"On this Valentines Day where things are red, and I want to turn your butt red for not caring enough about me to get me a gift. It’s either a spanking or you can walk out my door right now and never see me again."

As I mentioned above, I really liked Judy and I wanted to keep dating her. We were getting more and more physical with each other and I was starting to love her. The last time I had been spanked was in junior high school, and that was by my parents.

"Your not serious about giving me a spanking, are you? I asked.

"I am very serious about it. That's why I brought out this paddle," Judy said. "Either take the paddling or walk out the door right now."

I really didn't think I should be spanked for not bringing her a gift, but I said, "I want to keep dating you so give me a spanking."

"I was hoping you liked me enough to take a spanking. So let's get you ready to be spanked. I want you bent over the end of the couch for this. So first, walk over to the end of the couch and drop your slacks."

I felt embarrassed doing this, but soon I was standing in front of the couch with my slacks down to my ankles.

"Now bend over the couch and stick you ass up high."

Once I was in this position, I felt her fingertips in the waistband of my underwear. "What are you doing? I asked.

"I always paddled my sorority sisters on the bare butt and you are going to get the same treatment. So hold still."

Now I was completely bare from my waist down and bent over the end of the couch. I felt so embarrass being like this. Judy and I had messed around a lot, but I had never had been completely naked like this in front of her.

Then to my shock and surprise Judy said, "Now spread your legs apart so that I can get started on your spanking."

This made my penis and balls dangle completely exposed between my legs. Now I felt my head turning red from embarrassment.

"Now stay in position while I paddle you. If you rise up or try to cover your butt with your hands, your spanking will last even longer. Are you ready to start?"

"Yes I am." I replied. "Just hurry up and get this over with."

"I will start with softer swats of the paddle, to warm you up. Then the swats will get harder and harder as your spanking continues."

Then my spanking started. It wasn't too bad at the beginning, but after a few minutes, I could really feel the swats. Judy would stop now and then, and rub her hands on my warm butt.

"Your cheeks are turning a nice pink. But I am going to paddle you until your butt looks as red as my skirt."

Then my spanking continued. Although I was embarrassed being in this position and being spanked, I felt an erection coming on. Judy must have noticed because I felt her hands on my penis and balls. I started to rise up and I felt her hand on the small of my back keeping me in the bent over position.

"Stay bent over or your spanking will last longer, but I see that you are beginning to react to your spanking." I felt her hands on my penis and balls again. "Your butt is almost red enough for me. Just a few more swats of the paddle."

The last ones were really hard, but I stayed in position. "Your butt is now a bright red color, but stay in position and I will get some cream to rub on your warm cheeks."

In a few moments Judy came back into the room carrying a jar. Then I felt her soft hands and the cool cream on my burning bottom. It felt so good and it kept me aroused to have her hands all over my naked bottom like that.

"Stay in position. You've taken your spanking very well." Then I felt her spread the cream between my legs and on my penis. I felt like I was going to explode.

"You can stand up now. Pull up your pants so that we can go out to eat."

I stood up and rubbed my sore bottom. I know that Judy could really see my erection now, but I cared more about my burning bottom.

Judy glanced over to my erection and said, "I'll take care of that once we get back from eating. Let's go now so we won't be late, unless you want to be spanked some more."

So I pulled up my pants, and we went out to eat. I had a hard time sitting still at the restaurant, but we made love once we got back to Judy's house. That was a Valentines Day to remember.