Alpha Delta Pi Sorority House
Beach Fun
Birthday Party
Engagement to Kathy
Grocery Store
Grocery Store - Part 2
Looking for a Spanking
Paddle Shopping
Writing Class

Alpha Delta Pi Sorority House

When I was attending college, I liked to pull practical jokes on people. I was able to handle spiders, ants, and other insects with very few problems. When I attended my classes, I liked to drop the ants and spiders on a person's clothes or on their desk. Usually after a few minutes, the ants and spiders would make the person jump out of their desk and disturb the class. It was even more fun when I did it to the girls that were in class. They would usually scream, and make a real big deal about finding the ants and spiders. I thought that no one knew that I was the person who was putting the ants and spiders on other students.

This is what happened to me on a Saturday. Every Saturday morning, I would put on a t-shirt and shorts, and then jog around the campus. I was able to stay in shape this way. So on one Saturday morning when I was jogging, I noticed some girls jogging along with me. I thought this was really nice, since on most Saturdays, no one would jog with me. After a few minutes, the girls got real close to me and boxed me in.

"Please follow us," one of the girls said. "Don't try to break away, or we will use force to make you follow us."

I didn't want to cause an incident, so I followed their lead. When we got to the Alpha Delta Pi sorority house, the girls lead me inside. Now I knew I was in trouble. Earlier in the year, I had startled Elizabeth, the president of the sorority, with a snake. After about a week, she had me tracked down, and I was spanked by the girls of the sorority house.

I was lead into a large room next to the kitchen. There was a large white board for writing messages on, a table with various spanking implements, and a wooden stock. Standing next to the stocks was Elizabeth.

"Thank you for bringing Clyde to me to be punished." Elizabeth said. "Please stay here until I have Clyde completely under my control."

Then she turned to me and said, "I thought you learned your lesson when we spanked you after the snake incident, but apparently, it didn't have much affect on you. After this punishment, you probably will never bother students with your ants and spiders, again. Please take off your t-shirt, and then come over here so that I can put you in the stocks."

Next, she raised the stocks so that I could put in my head and wrists. I had learned by my previous spanking by Elizabeth that I had better follow her orders, so I quickly took off my shirt and walked over to the stocks.

"Hurry up and place your wrists and head into the stocks, unless you want help from my sorority sisters." Elizabeth said.

I didn't want to be forced into the stocks, so I humbly place myself into the stocks. Elizabeth quickly closed the stocks, so now my head and wrists were trapped in position. The stocks weren't very tall, so I was in a bent over position. I was now no longer to see what was happening behind me. Then Elizabeth and the other girls proceeded to completely strip me. Off went my running shorts, my jock strap, and my shoes and socks. I felt so embarrassed like this, being completely naked in front of the girls. Next, they spread apart my legs, and secured them with a spreader bar. Now I was very aware that my balls and penis were dangling between my legs and also completely exposed.

Then Elizabeth said, "I know a way to keep you aroused during your ordeal." She then put her hands underneath her skirt and removed her panties. She placed her panties on my head with the crotch of her panties over my nose. I could now smell Elizabeth's sweet female scent, and I felt my penis develop a large erection.

I felt several pairs of hands on my penis and balls as I heard one of the girls say, "Look at his nice erection. He sure response well to your panties."

"Let's warm up his naughty ass before the others find him like this." Elizabeth said. "Grab a paddle and let's spank him at the same time."

Being in the stock, I was unable to see what was going on behind me, but all at once I felt the sting of several paddles on my naughty naked bottom. Now and then, I also felt a riding crop being used to hit my exposed penis and balls. I felt completely humiliated, felt the pain of the paddles, but also felt the pleasure from the women tickling me and touching my penis and balls.

"His poor ass is pink already. Let's stop spanking him for now so that our other sorority sisters can spank and tease him." Elizabeth said.

Then she wrote this on the whiteboard in front of me. "This is Clyde. He has been causing havoc with our other sorority sisters by putting spiders and ants on them. Feel free to spank and tease him. Our main spanking ceremony will take place at 11:30 AM in the main living room."

Elizabeth and the girls then went into the kitchen to eat breakfast. I tried to wiggle out of the stocks, but I was held tightly in place. As the sorority girls slowly woke up and went to breakfast, they would walk past me and make comments on my situation. Some would pick up a paddle and give my poor unprotected bottom a short spanking. Others would tease me about my exposed erection, and tickle my body under my arms and on my penis and balls. I felt so helpless like this.

After what seemed like many hours, Elizabeth appeared before me and said, "It's time for your ceremonial spanking in front of the whole sorority. Once I release you from the stocks, please follow me into the main living area."

She released me from the stocks and still left her panties on my head. "What about your panties?" I asked.

"They look good on you like that. Now follow me."

Once we entered the main living area, I noticed that all of the women had formed a large circle. Also, each woman had a sorority paddle in her hands. In the middle of the circle was a large wooden chair. Elizabeth dragged me into the middle of the circle, and she sat down on the chair. Two of the women came up to me and forced me to kneel down in front of her.

"This is Clyde, who many of you have met before. He is the same naughty boy who was responsible for the snake several months ago. This time he has been putting spiders and ants down the blouses of our sorority sisters. Now he is going to be punished for doing that. I will first take Clyde over my knee for a spanking, and once I have completed spanking him, he will stand up, and the next sorority sister can sit down here and spank him. Once everyone who wants to has spanked Clyde, then we will have him crawl through our paddle lines."

All of the women cheered and made crude remarks to me.

"Form a line in back of my chair for those who would enjoy spanking Clyde. And now we will start Clyde's punishment. Clyde, please bend over my knees for your spanking."

I felt so humiliated to be spanked like this in front of all of those women. When Elizabeth finished spanking me, I had to stand up while the next woman sat down. Elizabeth stood next to me, to make sure I bent over each woman's lap for a spanking. Sometimes I would be further humiliated as the women would check out my erect penis and balls.

By the time all of the women had spanked me, my ass was on fire.

"Now form your spanking lines and grab your paddles. Clyde will now crawl on his hands and knees as you spank him."

Then Elizabeth forced me to my knees and I had to crawl between the women. There was much laughter in the room as my spanking went on and on. Once I had crawled back to the wooden chair, Elizabeth said, "Clyde, stand up and put your hands on your head so that we can examine your naughty naked ass." I next felt many hands on my ass. The women made many comments on how red and hot my ass was.

"Keep your hands on your head and face the sorority girls." Elizabeth told me.

I felt so humiliated. "Hand me Clyde's clothes." Elizabeth said. "Last time we kept your underwear after your spanking, but that this time we will keep your shirt and jock strap. If we catch you doing something naughty again, you will leave here naked after your spanking. So you can get dressed now and then you will be free to leave."

I put on my shoes, socks, and running shorts; and quickly left the sorority house. I guess I need to change my behavior.


Beach Fun

This happened to me when I was a freshman in college. It was Spring Break time, and me and a few of my buddies flew down to Florida to party and to have some fun. I was doing okay in college, and we wanted to have fun and meet some chicks at the beach.

The beach was full of women of all ages tanning themselves in the great Florida sun. A lot of them were lying face down with their tops undone so that their backs would get a no line tan. I thought I would have some fun by buying a large soaker water gun. I would find a woman who looked like she was sleeping or dozing, and then I would squirt a lot of water at her face. It was great! Usually, all of the sudden cold water on her face would startle her and she would rise up and put her hands on her face. In doing so, I was usually able to see her naked breasts. Because the water startled the women, I was able to see their naked breasts and quickly run away until I found another sleeping woman.

This was great fun for me and the men who were on the beach who were able to see the startled women. Most of the time it worked very well, and I was doing it to woman after woman. I was on the part of the beach where there were some nearby houses. I squirted a woman with some water, saw her nice round naked breasts, and ran away. But this time, a woman stopped me by grabbing my arm. She was about my same height and very strong.

"I've been watching what you have been doing to the women on the beach. I want to have a good talk with you." She had such a strong grip on my arm that I had no choice but to go with her to a nearby house. Once inside, she threw me down on a chair and stood over me. She stood about six feet tall, had a wonderful smooth tan on her body, was very muscular, and almost looked like a bodybuilder. I would guess her age to be in her late twenties or early thirties.

She towered over me and said, "I have been observing you squirt water on women, and then getting a look at their bare breasts. Not only is that disrespectful to women, but it is also against the law. I should call the police, right now, and have you arrested for disorderly conduct and fourth degree rape."

"No, please don't call the cops on me!" I pleaded.

"That would be a good way to teach you a lesson. You would probably spend your entire spring break in jail."

"I'll apologize to the women, or anything you want. Just don't call the cops." I said.

"You'll do anything?"

"Yes I would!" I exclaimed.

"If you apologize to the women and take a spanking from me, I won't call the police."

"A spanking? But I am a freshman in college."

"Either you take a spanking from me or I will call the police. Which will it be?"

"What type of spanking?" I asked.

"It would be severe and on your bare ass. You would have to agree to submit to the entire spanking, without complaint, or else I will call the police to come here and pick you up. You aren't the first boy I have spanked for disrespecting women, and you won't be my last, either."

"I guess I will agree to be spanked." I said.

"I thought you would. Come along with me to my back playroom." She grabbed my arm again, and escorted me to a back room. The room had paddles and stuff hanging from the walls, and in the middle of the room was some odd shaped furniture. "You will address me as 'Ma'am' during your spanking and you are only to speak when spoken to. If you talk out of line, your spanking will be more severe and last longer. Do you still agree to be spanked or shall I call the police?"

"I still agree to be spanked." I said.

"The first thing I want you to do is to take off your T-shirt and shoes."

I hesitated and she grabbed a paddle that was hanging on the wall and gave me a swat. "Hurry up. I don't have all day." She said. Soon I had my shirt and shoes off. "Now stick out your arms." She up wrist cuffs on me, and soon my wrists were secured to ropes above my head. She went over to the wall and pressed a button and soon my arms were stretched above my head.

"Now let's see what you look like naked." Then she slipped off my swim trunks. I was now completely naked and she was now securing ankle cuffs on me. "Spread your legs!" She commanded. I did so and she still said, "A little bit more." She took a spreader bar and connected it to my ankles. Now I was completely vulnerable to what she wanted to do to me.

I felt her hands squeezing my bottom and she said, "My, you have a nice firm ass. It will be fun to spank it." Then she went around to the front of me. I had an erection and after seeing it, she went over to a table in the room and got a shoelace. She tied it tightly around the base of my cock and balls and said, "This should make you more aware that you are totally naked in front of me, and now under my control." The shoelace did make me acutely aware that I was a helpless naked male about to be spanked by this woman I had just met.

She picked up the paddle again, and went in back of me. Then my spanking began.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! "What state do you live in?" She asked.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! "Minnesota." I replied.

Then she gave me a really hard hit from the paddle. "How are you suppose to address me?"

"Ma'am. Sorry, Ma'am." I said real fast.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! "That's better. And where do you go to college?"

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! "University of Minnesota, ma'am."

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!" What year are you and what is your major."

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! "I am a freshman and I hope to become a chemical scientist. Ma'am."

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! "Well, I need to teach you to respect women. You can't go through life treating women as just sex objects."

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! "I think I am learning my lesson, ma'am."

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! "Good for you! Your ass is beginning to turn pink, so now I am going to release you but continue your spanking over the horse. When I release you, keep your hands above your head and stay in place."

First she disconnected the speader bar from my legs, then lowered the ropes from the ceiling and released my hands. She grabbed hold of my still erect cock, and led me over to a padded wooden horse. She had me lay on it so that my legs were spread and my stomach was resting on the padded part. My wrists and ankles were attached to the legs so that I was unable to move, again.

She grabbed a ridding crop from the wall and said, "I like to spank men and boys in this position because I have full access to your body, and I can spank you all over." With that, I felt the crop hitting my inner thighs and my cock and balls. I tried to react to the crop, but I was unable to because I was secured in place.

Then she started to give me small stinging hits around my asshole, up and down my back, and all over me. I was soon moaning and was moving about. "Stay in one place and take this like a man." She said.

"Yes, ma'am." I tried not to move about, but the crop really stung me. My whole body felt on fire. She kept hitting me with the riding crop as she told me she was a self-appointed keeper of the peace for the beach. She said she spanked the most boys during spring break and whenever the colleges were on break.

"For the last part of your spanking I will use the cane. But first, I want to move you to a different position." She released me from the horse and led me over to another piece of furniture. It was made of wood, had a padded shelf and the top slopped down. "Knell on this and bend over it." Then she secured my hands, again, secured a belt around my waist, and put a strap around each of my knees. Now I could not move.

"Have you ever been caned before?" She asked.

"No, ma'am."

"I'm going to give you six strokes of the cane. This way anyone will be able to see that I have spanked you. The welts should be able to be seen for a whole week." Then she began to cane me. Although I thought that I could withstand a lot of pain, the strokes really did hurt. I actually yelled out when she gave me the last stroke.

Then she came around in front of me and released one arm. "Hold still while I write something on your arm. If you move about, I will give you six more strokes of the cane." I didn't want to be caned anymore, so I held still while she wrote on the inside of my arm, "I've been spanked by Jane."

"I used a permanent magic marker and this should be able to be seen for the entire week you are here in Florida. If you want it removed, stop by here on Friday and I will use something special on it to remove it. I want you to apologize to the women you sprayed with water and show them your arm. If they want to see your spanked ass, I want you to uncover it for them so that they can at least see you cane marks. Do you understand, Clyde?"

Jane gave me a swat with a paddle, "Yes, ma'am."

"Okay, I will now release you. Please stand at attention until I tell you that you can get dressed."

It felt so good to know that my spanking was coming to an end. I stood at attention as Jane undid the shoestring that was tied around my cock and balls. "You can get dressed, now. Then go and apologize to the women that you sprayed with water."

It was real humiliating to be seen with that writing on my arm. Many women had me show them my bare ass with the welts left over from my caning. This really taught me to treat women with more respect.

On Friday, I dropped by Jane's place, again. You could still see the writing on my arm. Before she removed the writing from my arm, she had me lower my swim trunks and bend over her lap for a last spanking.

Spank. Spank. Spank. "I hear that you have been a good boy." Spank. Spank. Spank.

"Yes ma'am." Spank. Spank. Spank.

"I hope you have learned your lesson!" Spank. Spank. Spank.

"Yes, ma'am." Spank. Spank. Spank.

"Will you ever disrespect women, again?" Spank. Spank. Spank.

"No, ma'am." Spank. Spank. Spank.

"Then you can stand up and pull up your pants."

I was so glad that this was only a short spanking and that I wasn't taken into her playroom to be caned, again.

"Now hold out your arm and I will remove the writing."

Now the writing would no longer embarrass me on my arm. I was so glad when I got back to Minnesota and back to school. This experience really made an impression on me, in more ways than one. I now have a lot more respect for women.


Birthday Party

As many of you already know, my wife spanks me. She has been spanking me for a number of years, and she says that it keeps me in my place. It has also helped in respecting my wife, and pleasing her at all times.

On my birthday, she usually gives me a special birthday spanking. One year she took me out in the country, tied me to a tree, and spanked me. But this is the birthday spanking I remember the most.

First I need to explain that most of her friends know that she spanks me, and some of her friends have taken part in my spankings. Hopefully you have read my other stories about being spanked by her friends.

One year my birthday fell on a Friday. I went to work, as usual, but when I arrived home, our living room was filled with my wife's friends. A large cake was sitting on the kitchen table, and the icing showed a bare male bottom being paddled. They all sang Happy Birthday to me and then they had me open up presents. Every gift that I received was a spanking instrument. I got a ping-pong paddle, wooden spoons, a riding crop, wooden paddles, a cane, and a present that said to open last, which was a blindfold and handcuffs. I had to thank each woman for the gifts, and then the blindfold was put on me. Next, I had to put my arms behind me and my wrists were handcuffed. I was then told to stand in place while they prepared me and the room for my spanking. My wife had two of her friends come over and first they took off my shoes and socks, then they unbuckled my belt, took off my slacks, and then my underwear. Now I was standing before the women, naked from the waist down, blindfolded, and with my arms handcuffed behind me.

"First, everyone will hand spank you." My wife said. "Let me lead you to the chair where your spanking will take place." I felt a pull on my penis, and I took several steps until I was next to a chair they had put out in the middle of the room. "I'm going to take off your handcuffs so that you can lay over her lap, but I am going to leave your blindfold on so that you won't know who is spanking you." My wife took off the handcuffs and soon I was laying over one of her friend's lap. "Clyde is 40 years old, so give him forty spanks." My wife said. Then I felt the forty spanks. "Now stand up so that my next friend can spank you." My wife had five of her friends over for my birthday, so by the time I was spanked by my wife and her friends, I had received 240 hand spanks.

"Now it is time for us to use your new birthday presents on you," my wife said. "I'm going to turn around the chair, then I want you to bend over it. But first take off your shirt." Still blindfolded, I took off my shirt and bent over the back of the chair. "Spread your legs," my wife said. Then I felt ropes being used to tie my ankles to the feet of the chair. Then I felt the handcuffs being put on me again, and the handcuffs must have gone through the bottom rung of the chair, because I was now unable to stand up again. "That is to make sure you stay in place during this part of your spanking. Lets start with the paddles. Who wants to go first? Give him forty swats of the ping-pong paddle"

So I first received forty swats of the ping-pong paddle, then forty swats of everything else until they got to the cane. Then my wife said, "Each one of you will give him two strokes of the cane. Let me show you how to use the cane. First, you tap his bottom to measure where you are going to land the cane on his bottom. Then you swing it back, and like a golf club, hit his bottom. Like this!" I felt the tap of the cane on my bottom, the whistle, then it felt like I was stung by a hundred bees in a straight line. "See how easy it is. So who wants to go first?" Then I felt the tap, heard the whistle, and felt the sting of the cane. This went on until I was caned by all five of her friends.

"Before we untie Clyde from the chair, everyone should examine his spanked bottom." Then I felt many hands on my bottom, examining my welts. They commented on how red my bottom was, and how they looked forward to giving me another birthday spanking.

My wife then had them free me from the chair, but the blindfold was left on and my hands were handcuffed behind me, again. "Each of you should say goodbye to Clyde before you leave, and I hope to see you next year." So as each of her friends left the house, they felt my penis and gave me another quick spank on my behind. After they had all left, my blindfold was taken off and then I had sex with my wife. That was a birthday party to remember.


Engagement to Kathy

I met this very wonderful woman called Kathy. We have been dating for about nine months and it seems like we agree on a lot of things and we like to do the same activities. I met Kathy through a friend at work, and she has changed my life.

Recently, when I took Kathy out on a date to a restaurant, I got down on my knee and asked her to marry me. To my surprise, she didn't say "Yes", but she said that she would think about it.

A few days later she called me on the telephone and she said, "I have some real concerns about marrying you."

"Tell me your concerns. I can change." I replied.

"When we are on dates, you really notice other women as they walk by. Also, I am left alone on many weekends while you are with your friends on fishing trips and other outdoor activities."

"I really care about you." I said. "I can pay more attention to you."

"But it also seems like you don't give me the respect that I deserve." Kathy said. "You always walk far ahead of me and you also don't open doors for me."

"I can do those things for you and show you more respect!" I pleaded.

"Well, I have been talking to my other girlfriends about your behavior, and they suggested that we meet this behavior modification counselor." Kathy said. "I guess she has helped other couples both before and after they are married. Would you be interested in meeting her?"

"If this would make you happy and you would marry me, I would see her." I said.

"I need to tell you that her methods involve spanking, and you would need to pay for her time." Kathy said.

"I haven't been spanked since elementary school, but if this would make you happy, I guess I would meet with her." I said.

"I was hoping that you would agree to meet with her." She said. "I have already invited her to my house on Friday evening at 7 PM. Her name is Elizabeth, and she suggested that you take a shower before you come over to my house. Be sure to wear clean underwear and be at my house by 6:45 PM. Any questions?"

"I guess not." I said. "I'll do just about anything to make sure you will marry me. So I will see you on Friday."

I wasn't looking forward to a spanking, but if this would allow me to marry Kathy, it would be worth it. On Friday, I left work early to have plenty of time to eat, shower, and clean myself up before I drove to Kathy's house. I arrived right at 6:45 PM, and Kathy quickly let me into her house and we sat down and talked on her sofa. She told be that she was so happy that I had agreed to meet with Elizabeth, and I had agreed to be spanked. Also, after my spanking, she would let me know if she would accept an engagement ring from me.

Then the doorbell rang. Both of us went to the front door to meet Elizabeth. She was about our age, and she wore a white blouse, a short black skirt, and a black jacket. Elizabeth looked like a businesswoman. She also had two paddles and a riding crop in her hands. We introduced ourselves and Kathy invited her into the living room. Elizabeth sat the paddles on an end table and had me help her take off her jacket so that clothing did not restrict her arms. She sat down on the sofa next to Kathy, and had me knell down in front of her.

"You can call me Liz, and I expect you to follow everything I tell you to do." Liz told me.

"Yes I will, Liz."

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

"I think it was when I was in the sixth grade."

"If your parents had kept spanking you as you were older, you probably wouldn't be in this position right now. Keep knelling and don't say a word while I talk to Kathy." Liz said. Then Kathy talked to Liz about my bad behavior. Kathy made it sound like I was a real jerk, and that I had little respect towards her and other women. Liz also talked to Kathy about our physical relationship. It was hard to just keep knelling in front of Liz while they talked about me in a most intimate manner.

"Clyde, I now want you to stand up with your hands over your head so that I may prepare you for your spanking. For the rest of the evening, refer to me only as 'ma'am', and don't say anything unless spoken to or if you are asked to speak. Also, you can walk away from this spanking at any time, but if you do, you will no longer be able to see Kathy again. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Liz." I replied.

Liz quickly grabbed a paddle and gave me a swat. "How are you suppose to address me?"

"Ma'am. Sorry ma'am." I said.

"Now stand still while I prepare you for your spanking." Then Liz unbuckled my belt, unzipped me, and soon my slacks were at my ankles. Then she grabbed the waistline of my briefs.

I quickly reached down to stop her from pulling down my briefs. "What are you doing?"

"A spanking should always be given on the bare skin." Liz said. "Now put your hands over your head again. You have just earned yourself five extra swats of the paddle." Soon my briefs were down to my ankles. Then she rolled up my shirttails so that I was completely naked from the waist down. I felt so embarrassed being exposed like this, in front of a woman who I had just met. I also had a big erection that I wanted to cover up.

"Turn around so that I can examine your butt." Liz said. Soon I felt her hands kneading and caressing my bottom cheeks. "You have a very spankable butt. Turn around and lay over our laps so that I can start your spanking."

Since Liz was seated to the right of Kathy on the sofa, I had to lie over both of their laps. This put my head and shoulders on Kathy's lap, and my unprotected bare bottom on Liz's lap. "I'm going to warm you up with a hand spanking." Then my spanking started. Liz spanked me first on one cheek than the other. I was also aware that my erect penis was dangling between Liz's thighs. It seemed like I was experiencing both pain and pleasure at the same time.

While Liz spanked me, Liz talked to Kathy on how to spank me. "This puts him in a very vulnerable position. It's a good time to talk to him about behavioral issues when you are spanking him. You always have his undivided attention."

Liz kept talking to Kathy, then she stopped spanking me and said, "Now we will move on to the paddles. Clyde, stand up and don't rub you butt." After they also stood up, Liz said, "Now I want you to knell on the sofa and bend over it." After I assumed the position, I felt Liz flick the insides of my thighs with the riding crop. "Spread your knees for us." I was now aware that my penis and balls were totally exposed and dangling between my legs. To make things worse, Liz used the riding crop to play with my penis and balls.

Then my spanking started again, but this time with the two paddles. Now and then she would stop my spanking, and she would remark, "See how his butt is turning a nice red color." Then I would feel four hands rubbing my tender warm bottom.

Liz also had Kathy spank me with the paddles. At first Kathy didn't spank me very hard, but with coaching from Liz, she was spanking me as hard as Liz.

"Will you now give Liz more respect?" Liz asked.

SPANK, SPANK, SPANK!

"Yes, ma'am." I replied.

"And are you willing to be spanked by Kathy at anytime she feels that need a good spanking?" Liz asked.

SPANK, SPANK, SPANK!

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good! Now stay in that position as I talk to Kathy." Liz said. "Kathy, you get to keep the two paddles and the riding crop that we just used to spank Clyde. Are you interested in seeing any more spanking implements?"

"Sure I would." Kathy said.

"I'll run out to my car and bring in some more implements for you to try." Soon Liz returned with a large leather case filled with various spanking implements. Liz showed them to Kathy and demonstrated them on my still bare and upturned bottom. I was also asked how much each one stung my poor naughty bottom.

Then to add to my humiliation, Kathy brought over my wallet and I had to pay Liz for spanking me and also for the spanking implements that she had just bought.

"Thank you, Clyde." Liz said. "Stay in position, since I am sure that Kathy will want to spank you some more. And Kathy, you can always call me if you want to learn more techniques in spanking Clyde in a more severe manner." Then Liz put on her jacket and left the house.

Kathy spanked me for a little bit longer then said, "You took your spanking very well. Now you can get down on one knee and ask me to marry you."

I started to go over to where my clothes were, when Kathy said, "I want you to ask me just as you are, in the nude."

"But….."

"So do you want to marry me?" Kathy asked.

I quickly went over to her and knelt on one knee. "Kathy, I love you and would do anything for you. Will you please marry me?"

"I will marry you if you agree to be spanked at any time that I feel you deserve it." Kathy said.

"You can spank me at any time I deserve it. Please marry me!"

"Yes, I will marry you, Clyde." Kathy said. "Now kneel on the sofa again so that I can spank you for a few more minutes."

As I bent over the sofa, I felt Kathy tap the insides of my thighs and I spread my knees far apart. I now realized that I would be under the total control of Kathy.


Grocery Store

This happened to me when I was in college. I went to the grocery store to pick-up a few items that I needed for supper. The store I went to had a free coffee area for the customers where you could get a free cup of coffee and sometimes they even had cookies and donuts. This happened about 4:30 PM when everybody seemed to be buying something for suppertime, and the store was quite crowded. I had in one of those small baskets that carry a few items in one hand and I was reaching for an empty coffee cup with the other hand. A woman was standing in front of me and she had just poured herself a full cup of coffee. Anyway, I accidentally bumped her with the plastic basket and coffee spilled down the front of her dress. To make matters worst, the dress was a light colored cotton dress and the dark coffee spread all over the front of her dress.

I said, “I’m sorry. Is there anyway I could make it up to you!”

“Are you kidding. Now I will need to dry clean this dress, and even then I’m not sure if the stain will come out. If you were one of my kids, I would give you a good hard spanking when I got home,” the woman said.

“I’ll pay for the dry cleaning, but is there anything else I could do to make it up to you,” I said.

“I wasn’t kidding about you deserving a spanking,” she said. “If you pay me for the dry cleaning and you agree to follow me home for a spanking, I’ll forget about the whole thing.”

“But I haven’t been spanked since I was twelve years old,” I said. “Isn’t there any other way I could make it up to you?”

“Either you agree to the spanking and paying for the dry cleaning, or I will make a big scene in the store, and you don’t want that to happen.”

“Okay, I’ll take a spanking,” I said.

“Good,” she said. “Put down your stuff and follow me home. I don’t want to be seen like this for very long.” So I followed her out of the store and we got into our cars and I followed her home. Once we got there, she showed me in and said, “Why don’t you sit on the sofa while I go into the bedroom and change.” So I sat there and waited. Soon she came out wearing a different dress and she took a chair from the dining room and placed it in the middle of the living room. She sat down on the chair and turned to me and said, ”I want you to come over to where I am seated, and stand there with your arms at your sides.” So I went over to her and I stood as she directed me. “When my kids were growing up, I always spanked them on their bare bottoms and they were expected to follow my every command or else they received a more severe spanking, and I expect the same from you. Do you understand?”

“Yes I do,” I replied.

“Also, during the spanking you shall refer to me as Mrs. Anderson if you need to address me, but otherwise you will only speak when spoken to. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Yes what?” she asked.

“Yes, Mrs. Anderson,” I said.

“That’s better,” she said. “Now I want you to stand still with your arms at your sides while I prepare you for your spanking.” So I had to stand there while she unbuckled my belt, unzipped my slacks, unbuttoned them, and guided my slacks to the floor. I started to say something and she said, “I told you I always gave my kids spankings on their bare behinds, and that’s what you’re getting. So stand still and don’t say a word!”

Then she grabbed a hold of the waistband of my underwear, and she pulled them down to my ankles. I was now standing naked from the waist down in front of a woman I had just met. I had an erection, and she noticed it. “I see you are a little excited. My boys sometimes would have erections at the beginnings of their spankings, but they would always go down by the end of the spanking. Now lay over my lap.” She first hiked up her skirt and then she positioned me so that my penis was between her legs. Then the spanking started. She started lightly but soon the spanks really stung, and she covered my whole bottom. While I was still over her lap and while she was spanking me she asked, “I never asked your name, what is it?”

“Clyde,” I answered.

“Clyde, I’m sorry we had to meet this way, but I am glad you decided to come home with me for a spanking.” I felt like a little kid being spanked by my mother. Soon the spanking stopped and she said, ”After a hand spanking, I would always paddle my kids. So stand up, and once I get up I want you to bend over the back of the chair with your hands on the edge of the seat.”

“Yes, Mrs. Anderson,” I said.

“Now you are learning and acting like a good boy,” she said. As I leaned over the chair, I saw her go into the bedroom and get a paddle. It was a long wooden paddle with holes in it. “This is really going to sting, but my kids could take it so you should be able to handle it. You now will get 50 swats of the paddle. If you move from your position, I will add more to that, so be sure and stay bent over.”

I was surprised how much the first swat hurt. When I was younger, my parents would sometimes paddle me, but the paddle never had holes in it. So by the time I had received about forty swats, my bottom was really hurting. On the next swat, I stood up and rubbed my bottom. “I told you not to move from your position,” she said. “For that, you will receive ten more swats. Bend over, again.” So I bent over to receive twenty more swats. At fifty swats she said, “That takes care of your fifty swats, now stay bent to receive your extra ten swats of the paddle.”

I bent over again and I stayed bent over until the last two swats. They were so painful that I stood up again and rubbed my poor hurting bottom. “Clyde, it seems like you want me to spank you all day. Standing up again will cost you extra ten swats again. Please bend over, again.”

So I bent over the chair again and this time really grasped the edge of the seat so that I would stay in position. In this manner I was able to take the next twelve swats. As I received the last swat she said, “Stay bend over until I say you can stand up. I want to examine your bottom.” Then I felt her hands on my poor bottom. At least they were soft and didn’t sting like the paddle.

“I will make you a deal,” she said. “If you agree to be spanked by me at the same time next week, I won’t make you pay for the dry cleaning.”

Since I was a college student and money was tight, I said, “Okay, I guess I would agree to another spanking from you, Mrs. Anderson.”

“The next spanking will be more severe and I expect you to be here right at 5 o’clock a week from today. Before you leave, I want your complete name, phone and address so if you don’t show up, I know how to contact you. But you can stand up now, and pull up your pants.”

So I left her the information she needed, wrote down her house address, and told her that I would be sure to be there next week. I left wondering what my next spanking would be like!


Grocery Store - Part 2

Last week I went to the grocery store and I accidentally knocked a woman who was getting coffee. I went all over her white cotton dress, and made a big mess. I offered to pay for the dry cleaning of the dress and anything else I could so. Well, she had me follow her car to her house, and then she spanked me. I was told that if I showed up at the same time next week for another spanking, I wouldn't need to pay for the dry cleaning charges. I'm in college and money is very tight, so I agreed to another spanking.

It was a Saturday evening and I was supposed to be at her house at five o'clock. Traffic was all tied up because of an accident, so I was running a little late. By the time I got to her house, I was over five minutes late! I rang the doorbell, and Mrs. Anderson answered the door with a portable phone in her ear.

"I told you that it was very important that you be on time for your spanking." Mrs. Anderson said. "I was trying to call you right now to see what was delaying you. Now that you are finally here, go into the living room and take off your slacks, shoes and socks. Put them in the corner of the room and then wait for me to give you your spanking. Since you were late, you will get an extra paddling. I'll get the paddles and stuff, and will be right with you."

I felt embarrassed taking off my clothes in a middle of the living room of an older woman that I had just met a week ago. My mind was racing with thoughts of what this spanking would be like. The phone rang, and I could hear Mrs. Anderson talking to someone, but after a few minutes she went to her bedroom and came out with some spanking implements and paddles in her hands.

After putting a straight back wooden chair in the middle of the living room, she called me over to her. "Stand in front of me with your hands at your sides." Then I felt her fingertips in the waistband of my underwear and soon they were at my feet. "Please step out of your underwear so they don't get in the way of your spanking." She next tossed them over to the corner where my slacks, shoes and socks were located. I was now completely naked from the waist down, and I also had an erection. My face was also red from embarrassment.

"Don't worry about your erection, just bend over my knees for a hand spanking to begin with. I wish you weren't so late since I have other plans for tonight. Stay still for this hand spanking." Then Mrs. Anderson started to spank me. I felt like a naughty little boy being spanked. Mrs. Anderson doesn't like me to say anything, so I kept quiet. After about two minutes of spanking, she said, "Now stand up and then bend over the chair so that I can paddle you. Also, take off your shirt."

I stood up and took off my shirt. Now I was completely naked as I bent over the back of the chair. I gripped the seat of the chair very tightly because the last time she spanked me, I got extra when I got out of position. I saw her reach for the paddle with holes in it. That paddle really stung my ass when she spanked me the last time. "You are going to get fifty swats of the paddle. Keep quiet and stay in position, or I will give you extra swats. Also, spread your legs apart."

I spread my legs apart a little, and was very aware that left my penis and balls dangling between my legs. I felt a swat from the paddle on my inner thighs, and she said, "Now spread you legs wider than that." She kept swatting my inner thighs until my legs were wide apart. This completely exposed my most sensitive, tender parts of my ass to the paddle. "Now stay in that position while I paddle you." Then my paddling started.

As she was paddling, she said, "I had my white dress dry cleaned, and to my dismay, the coffee stain was still left on my dress. So now you have ruined my 200-dollar dress. If you agree, after the paddle I am going to use a cane on you. I only used the cane on my kids if they were very, very naughty; since it is so severe. It's either the cane or you pay me 200-dollars for a new dress. What do you want to do?"

As a college student, I didn't have an extra 200-dollars to give her, so I said, "I don't have the money to pay you back, so please cane me." I didn't believe that I said that, since I had read how painful a caning could be, from articles in magazines about European school punishments.

After about 40 swats of the paddle, her doorbell rang. "Stay in position while I take care of this." I didn't want extra swats, so I stayed in position. I heard the door open and heard Mrs. Anderson talk to another woman. To my surprise, her friend was now in the living room and was looking at me. She was about my age, and now I really felt embarrassed and humiliated.

"Clyde, this is Elizabeth." Mrs. Anderson said. "We have a dinner date that we don't want to miss. I also told her about the incident in the grocery store."

Then Elizabeth said, "I would have pulled down his pants and spanked in at the grocery store. He is a very naughty boy. Let me examine his well spanked ass."

"Clyde, stay in position as Elizabeth examines you." Mrs. Anderson said.

Next, I felt her hands on my warm and burning ass, and her hand even went between my legs and grabbed my penis and balls. "It seems like he is enjoying his spanking."

"Men and boys seem to get excited when they are spanked." Mrs. Anderson said. Then she reached for the cane and started swishing it in the air. "I don't have time to give you your full spanking, so I am going to give you two strokes of the cane. But I will need you to come back next week for the rest of your spanking. So stay still."

Next she gave me two swift strokes of the cane. It felt like two burning lines of fire going across my ass. It was more than what I ever expected, so I stood up and rubbed my poor ass.

"Since you stood up, you will get the full twelve strokes of the cane next week." Mrs. Anderson said. "Also, the rest of your paddling. So be sure to be on time. You can get dressed now."

As I went to the corner of the room and to get dressed, I heard Elizabeth ask Mrs. Anderson, "Is it OK if I help you spank him next week?"

"Sure, that sounds like a good idea."

I left Mrs. Anderson's house real fast, and I wasn't looking forward to another spanking from Mrs. Anderson, especially since Elizabeth will help her with my spanking.


Looking for a Spanking

When I was on Spring Break, I was spanked for squirting water on women by the beach, and then seeing their naked breasts as they shook off the water. The spanking taught me to give women more respect. But now I was back in Minnesota in college, and I was getting back to my old way of thinking. Women were quickly becoming just sex objects to me, and I thought another good spanking would get me back into the proper prospective.

So I looked into an alternative weekly paper called "Metro Pages". It had a large personal pages and it had a special section called "The Far Side", which dealt with various fetishes. I was surprised when I came across an ad that said, "SWF, experienced dom looking for naughty and bad boys/men for spanking/discipline. I will work with both novices and experienced individuals. Box #####."

I called the box number and left a short message with my name and telephone number. The following day, a woman with a very pleasing voice called me back. I told her about my spanking during Spring Break, and told her I felt I needed another spanking. She seemed very understanding and she seemed to be very capable of giving me a good spanking. I found out that her name was Kelly, that she was about four years older than I was, and she wanted to meet me.

We agreed to meet at a restaurant near her house so that we made sure we were comfortable with each other before she spanked me. I was to look for a tall blond haired woman, with a tight red skirt, in the lobby of the restaurant. I described myself to her, and we were to meet the next day for dinner.

When I got to the restaurant and spotted Kelly, she was really tall and beautiful. I introduced myself to her, gave her a rose, and we sat down and talked as we ate. Kelly was definitely in control of our conversation, but I still felt comfortable around her. She asked me more questions about wanting to be spanked, and we set up some safe words if I felt she needed to stop spanking me. Soon, our dinner was over and I paid for the meal. of course, and I was to follow her to her house.

She drove a new car and her house was only three blocks from the restaurant. The house had two stories and it was a fairly new home. When we entered her house I was surprised to see another woman. "This is Nancy, my roommate." Kelly said.

"Glad to meet you." I said.

"I'm taking Clyde upstairs to spank him. You can join us later, if you wish." Kelly said.

This sort of embarrassed me, since this was a new woman I had just met and now she knew I was about to be spanked and she might join in on my spanking.

"I'll be done with what I am doing in about ten minutes. I'd be happy to join you in spanking Clyde." Nancy said while I was going up the stairs.

Kelly opened the door and I was told to walk in, take off all of my clothes, including my shoes and socks, and wait for her to return. She turned on the light and quickly shut the door behind me. The room looked similar to the room Jane had when she spanked me during Spring Break. But this room had more spanking implements hanging on the walls and more strange looking furniture. I quickly took off my clothes, neatly folded them and put them in the corner, and sat down on the only chair in the room.

Soon the door opened again, and Kelly walked in. Now she was dressed in a black leather outfit that had a plunging neckline and it looked similar to a one-piece bathing suit. It had a zipper in the front that went between her breasts and her legs. Kelly said, "Stand up. These are the ground rules during your spanking. You are only to speak when spoken to, address me as 'ma'am', and follow my every command without hesitation. If you don't respond quickly to my commands, your spanking will be even more intense. Do you understand, Clyde?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, ma'am." I quickly said.

"That's better. Let's begin by you standing up, I'll sit on the chair and I'll examine your body." After she sat down, she pulled my body next to hers. Then she played with my cock and balls. I was already aroused at just looking at her body and this made me even more erect. "Now turn around and put your hands on the top of your head so that I can see your spankable butt." Now I felt her hands all over my ass cheeks.

"Very nice ass you've got for spanking. So let's begin. Follow me!" She led me over to a bed in the room. After sitting down, Kelly said, "Now lay on the bed so that your penis is between my legs, and your weight is on the bed."

As soon as I was over her lap, she pulled me towards her and put her legs together. Now I was held in place so that I couldn't move. Then my spanking started. She would alternate between pain and pleasure. Sometimes I was tickled, or soothed with her hand, other times she would spank me really hard and fast. I really didn't know what to expect next.

"Now that your butt has turned a nice pink color, lets move on to another way of spanking you. Stand up and follow me, but do not rub your bottom." We went over to a padded spanking horse. She put both ankle and wrist cuffs on me, and then I was secured to the spanking horse. Kelly secured me in such a way that my legs were spread and my cock and balls were dangling down.

"Let's see how you respond to this." Kelly said. She showed me the riding crop she had in her hands and she began to flick it in the tenderest parts of my inner thighs and also at my cock and balls. This caused me to jerk about a bit.

"Be a good boy and hold still." Then she continued with the crop. Kelly also used on me various paddles and other implements. She would take each one off the wall, show it to me and spank me with it. It was interesting to me the different sting I felt with each implement.

Next, I heard the door open and Nancy walked in. She was also wearing a similar outfit as what Kelly had on. "I'm happy you could join us. I was about to give Clyde six strokes of the cane. Why don't you cane him while I run off and make a quick phone call." Kelly said.

"Sure, I'd be happy to." Nancy said. Then I heard the door closed and felt Nancy's hand rubbing my ass. I felt so embarrassed. Nancy was a woman I had just met and now she was able to see me completely naked, with my legs spread apart, and she was about to cane me. "Kelly does a really good job of spanking men." Nancy said. "Your ass is nice and red all over. It must feel real warm."

"It does feel really warm and tingling." I said.

"Let's change your position. I'm going to release you, don't rub your ass, and I'll put you on the wooden X."

It felt good to be released from being bent over the horse, but now I was being secured to a large wooden X on one wall. My arms were spread apart above my head and my legs were spread wide apart.

"Have you ever felt the cane, before?" Nancy asked.

"Only once," I answered. "It left welts on my ass that lasted a week."

"Then you know what to expect. I'm going to give you six strokes of the cane. That way you will really be able to feel that you have been spanked. Get ready."

Then I heard the whistle and felt the red-hot sting of the cane on my ass. It made me jump a bit, but I didn't move much because I was secured to the wooden X.

I thought that my spanking would be over with after the sixth stroke, but then Nancy said, "I want to finish off you spanking by putting you on the bodyboard." I was released from the wooden X and she walked me over to the bodyboard. This was a large flat piece of wood that had a bar that went through the middle of it. It was suspended from a stand, and it allowed the bodyboard to revolve around the center metal bar. It had holes in it, one for your head, one for your chest, and one for my cock and balls. I had to step up on it when the board was in a vertical position. Then Nancy put it in a horizontal position, and secured my body to it using rope and straps. My arms were at my sides, and my ass was totally exposed. Nancy put the board back into a vertical position, and she put nipple clamps on my nipples. I was next moved to a 45-degree angle, and Nancy put weights on my cock and balls. It was an unusual feeling for me because I could watch what she was doing, but I couldn't do anything about it. Then I heard the door open and Kelly walked in.

"I'm glad you're here." Nancy said. "I was about to finish Clyde off, and I could use your help. Why don't you spank him while I milk him." Nancy then took off the weights and started to stroke my erect penis. Meanwhile, Kelly had grabbed a paddle and started to spank me. It was very exciting for me, and soon my white cum was squirting into Nancy's hands. My body jerked and relaxed. Soon I felt the rope and straps being taken off my body, and I was released from the bodyboard.

I thanked the two women for my spanking, and then I was allowed to dress. Now I know that I can call Kelly and Nancy if I need another spanking.


Paddle Shopping

My name is Clyde and my wife spanks me when I have shown disrespect to her or if I have been naughty. She also allows her friends to spank me when they come over. Anyway, my wife recently wanted to buy some more paddles and spanking implements so that when she had her friends over, everyone could have one. Also, this way I could be spanked by a number of different implements. So one recent Saturday, my wife took me shopping with her. She had heard of this adult store that also sold spanking implements. Mary, her best friend, had told her about the store. Mary had heard about the store from Pat, who has always spanked her younger brothers. The store was located on the outskirts of the city, and it also sold videotapes and books. In the back of the store, they had unique clothing and spanking implements.

My wife went up to the man who was at the counter in the back and said, "I’m interested in buying some spanking implements to be used on my husband. Do you have a place where I could try them out?"

"Yes, we do," he replied. "You’d be surprised how many times I get asked that question. Let call Jane, and she can help you out." So he got on the phone and said, "Jane, we have a couple out here that would like to try out some spanking implements, can you come out and help?" She must of said yes, because he hung up the phone and said that soon she would be right with us.

About a minute later, a young woman dressed in leather approached the back counter and said to us, "I’m Jane. I hear you want to try out some spanking implements. Follow me." So we followed her into a small room in the back of the store which had a lot of different paddles, crops, whips, etc; and a strange looking wooden contraption in the middle of the room. "Who gets spanked?", Jane asked.

"Clyde, my husband, does," my wife replied.

"Clyde, get undressed for a spanking," Jane said. And while I was getting undressed, Jane said to my wife, "All of the spanking implements in this room can be bought at our store. They all have price tags, so you can tell how much they cost. Do you want me to stay and demonstrate any of them to you?"

"Yes, I would enjoy that very much," my wife said.

"Good, I’d be happy to," Jane said. "But first we need to get Clyde in position. So Clyde, bend over this," and she pointed to the wooden contraption in the middle of the room. It was made so that it made your bottom stuck way up in the air. She turned a crank on the side of it which raised it even more, and this made my legs completely straight. Then she asked my wife, "Do you usually secure him when he is spanked?"

"No, I don’t," she replied, "But it might be a good idea in this case."

So then Jane took my wrists and secured them to wrist cuffs, which were attached to the legs of the thing I was bent over. Then she said, "Spread your legs," and she attached my ankles to the legs. A strap was put around my chest, and now I was really held in place and I couldn’t move. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me! Here was a strange woman about to spank me with various implements while my wife watched. "The thing that he is bent over is called our spanking bench. You can buy it from us in both the adjustable height style or a height made to order," Jane said. "The first paddle I want to show you is our double paddle. It’s longer than a normal paddle and it paddles each cheek at the same time." Then the spanking demonstration started.

Jane first showed her all of the paddles they had. The ones with the holes in them really stung my bottom. She also would let my wife try swinging the various paddles, so I was being spanked by both Jane and my wife. I was doing pretty good until she got to the riding crops. "Watch how you can use this," Jane said. Then she flicked it between my legs. Although I could hardly move, it made me move about. So now not only was my bottom being spanked, but my penis and balls were also being played with. My wife also had fun with the crops.

Jane demonstrated most of the spanking implements on me and then she got to the canes. Jane had already given us a cane for an anniversary present, so I was hoping I wouldn’t get caned. My wife told Jane, "We already have a cane, so you don’t need to show me those."

"But this one is very flexible, and I’ll show you how it performs," Jane said. Then I felt a tap on my bottom, the familiar whistle, and SPLAT! I could really feel that cane. "See the nice thin mark it makes," Jane said. "Here, you try it!"

Then my wife was handed the cane by Jane, then I felt the tap, whistle, and SPLAT! This cane really did have more bite to it than the one Mary had given us. "Does it feel different than the cane we have?" my friend asked me.

"It sure does!" I answered.

"Well since I like to always give you "six of the best" with the cane, I will now give you four more strokes. Be sure and count them," my wife said.

Tap, whistle, SPLAT! "Three, thank you, ma’am," I said.

"I see you have him trained very well," Jane remarked.

My wife kept caning me until I had my six strokes. At least, being secured down like I was, it made it so I wouldn’t get additional strokes for getting out of position.

After the caning, Jane asked my wife, "So, have you decided what you want?"

"Yes, I have. I for sure want to get that cane that I just used. Let’s leave Clyde secured while I purchase the implements." So they left the room, and I was left there with a very sore bottom, and still secured to the spanking bench.

When they finally came back into the room, I thought Jane would free me. Instead, she got out a tape measure and recorded how high the spanking bench was set at. "I ordered one for us," my wife said. Then my wife turned to Jane and said, "Before we free him, I want to paddle him one more time with that double paddle." Then I was spanked some more. "I really like this paddle," my wife remarked. "Lets release Clyde now."

Then Jane first freed my legs then my arms. When I stood up, I had an erection and Jane noticed it. "What do you do about this?’ she asked my wife.

"I usually milk him. Do you want to do it? She asked.

"Sure, but let me get something, first" She grabbed a pair of handcuffs from the wall and put them on me so that my hands were behind my back. Then she stroked my penis and balls until I came. I was then released from the handcuffs and told to get dressed, again.

Jane remarked to my wife, "You are lucky to have a submissive man who is willing to be spanked by you. I know you will enjoy spanking Clyde with all of your new implements."

I carried out the new paddles, crops, etc.; knowing that they would probably be used by my wife and her friends on me in the near future.


Writing Class

After I finished high school, I went to college because I wanted to become a newspaper reporter. I liked working with people and I liked getting the facts correct on events that happened in the community. So I entered college and took a lot of journalism classes. Most of the classes I really enjoyed and I had a very high grade point average. I made the Dean’s list every semester and everything was going great.

Then I had to take a class called “Writing Great Literature”. We studied the great written works throughout the centuries and then we had to write short stories and chapters for a book. This was a class that I had to pass to receive my degree in Journalism.

Anyway, I was used to writing just the facts but this class required you to write with feelings. My instructor didn’t think my stories displayed feelings for the characters, so she gave me failing grades on my stories. Since I needed to pass the course, I met in her office after class one day.

“I really need to pass this course!” I told Miss Smith.

“I realize that, but I am only giving you the grade you deserve.” Miss Smith said. “It seems like you have no feeling about anything. You need to change the way you write.”

“I have lived a sheltered life and have spent all of my studying to become a newspaper reporter. What can I do to get a passing grade?” I said.

“I have a good friend who used to teach writing in Europe and she is in the United States at this campus right now. I think she could help you out. You could visit her and write stories as extra credit, and you could use her as a mentor. Would you be interested?”

“I’d be happy to write more stories for extra credit, if that means that I would pass the class.” I said. “But would she be able to teach me about feelings?”

“I am certain that you would be able to have more feelings for your characters, once she tutors with you. Should I give her a call?” Miss Smith asked.

“Please give her a call right now. I will do anything necessary to pass in this class.” I said.

Then Miss Smith called her on the phone. I could tell by her conversation that they were good friends and had worked together at one time. Miss Smith interrupted her telephone conversation to ask me, “Would you have the time, right now, to see her in her office?”

“Sure, just tell me where to see her. I’ll be right there!” I said.

Miss Smith talked to her on the phone a little longer with her and then handed me a piece of paper. It had her friend’s address and phone number. “Hurry up. She will be waiting for you.”

Her name was Elizabeth Hamilton, and her office was just across the street. I knocked on her office door and a very pleasant voice said, “Please come in.”

A woman greeted me in her thirties and she was wearing a small leather dress and a white blouse. Her office was small and had a large wooden desk.

“Have a seat so we can talk.” I sat down and she seated herself behind her desk. “Miss Smith tells me that you are a very good student but you are having problems in her class. She told me about you and I think I can help you. Would you be willing to do as I say? I would make it possible for you to pass her class.”

“I need to pass her class to graduate, so I would be willing to do about anything.” I said.

“According to Miss Smith, you write like you have no feelings. I can make sure that you have feelings and emotions in your writing. I will do it by letting you experience an event, and then you can write about your experience. Would you be willing to work with me?”

“Sure,” I said. “Can we start now?”

“Follow me to the basement, so that we can start your first experience.” Then we left her office and went down two flights of stairs. “The university set up a special room for me that is very private and soundproofed. That way there will be no interruptions.”

When she opened the door to the room and turned on the light, I was surprised at what I saw. The room was carpeted and had many hooks on the wall. Each hook either had a paddle, cane, or other spanking implements, plus various restraints. On the floor was various odd shaped wooden furniture that I had never seen before.

“Where I come from, students are spanked and caned while in school, and even in college.” She said. “It helps the students concentrate on their studies and it also helps with their behavior in class. A spanking and caning can be very embarrassing and sometimes painful. I would like you to have this experience and write about it. You don’t have to go through with this. You have a choice of this or fail your writing class.”

“This looks very scary to me, but I need to pass Miss Smith’s class, so lets proceed.” I said.

“Very good.” She said. “I will talk you through everything and help you feel emotions for your story. So first, take off your shirt.” As I took off my shirt, she went over to the wall and grabbed some items.

“Now put your hands behind your back and from this point on, only speak when spoken to and call me ma’am. Is that clear?” She said.

“Yes, ma’am.” I felt cuffs on my wrists and my hands were now bound behind me.

“I will now take off the rest of your clothing, starting with your shoes and socks. So please raise up one foot for me.” She said.

This situation started to become very embarrassing for me. After my shoes and socks were taken off, she took off my belt and unzipped my jeans. I had to stand still as she slowly slid my jeans down my legs and then she folded them and put them with the rest of my clothing. Now I was standing before a woman who I had just met in my shorts. I couldn’t help it but I had a growing erection. It made a very obvious tent in the front of my shorts. Then, without saying a word, I felt her fingernails in the waistband of my shorts and they were slid off my body.

“How does it feel to be standing completely naked before me? Remember your feelings and put them in your story. Many feelings must be going through our body since you don’t know what is going to happen next. Also, by the fact that you have an erection, you must also be sexually excited.” She said.

I was now acutely aware of her perfume, her smooth voice with a British accent, and the fact that I was now completely naked and under her complete control. She grabbed me by my penis and led me over to a stool with many straps on it.

“Please bend over the stool and spread your legs. I will start you out with a mild paddle spanking, and will not secure you unless you move about a lot.” She said. I felt her hand on the middle of my back as I was bent over. She even disconnected my wrist cuffs, and allowed me to grip the legs of the stool. There was a slanted mirror in front of the stool, so that I was able to see what she was doing behind me. She walked to the wall and took down several paddles and placed them on the floor next to my head.

“These are the paddles that I will use on you. Spread your legs a little further apart for me.” As I spread my legs, I was very aware of my penis and balls dangling down between my legs. Then she grabbed a round leather paddle and stood in back of me. “When was the last time you were spanked?”

“I think I was twelve years old. I was spanked for not doing my homework.” I replied.

“Who spanked you and were you spanked on the bare?” She asked.

“My dad was an over the road salesman, so my mom spanked me. She would take down my pants but I was always spanked on my underwear.” I replied.

“I always like to spank on the bare. It allows me to see how my spanking is affecting you. Prepare yourself, your spanking is about to begin.” She said.

Then she started to spank me. First one cheek then the other. She also started fairly soft and then paddled me harder and harder as she spanked me. After a few spanks, she would put her hands on my bare bottom and rub my cheeks. This made me feel sort of funny, because I was feeling both the pain of her paddle and the pleasure from her hands.

“You bare bottom is now changing from white to a nice shade of pink. When I am finished with your spanking, your bottom should be a nice shade of red.” She said. “Now stand up and follow me to the next part of your spanking.”

She led me to the wall where there was a large wood structure in a shape of an X. Grab the upper rings with your hands and spread your legs. Now I was against the wooden X, with my arms spread wide above me and my legs spread wide apart.

“You have taken your spanking very well so far, but now you will be able to feel the sting of a paddle with holes in it.” Then she held the paddle next to my face. The paddle was about a foot long, one-half inch thick, and had then large holes in it. “Remember how it feels and write about it in your story”.

This paddle really warmed up my poor naked bottom and really stung. I was also feeling both pain and pleasure because after every three or four swats of the paddle, she would rub my bottom, and sometimes she would softly hit my dangling penis and balls with the paddle.

“Your bottom has turned a nice shade of red. But for the last part of your spanking, you will receive six strokes of the cane.” She led me to a chair and had me bend over it. “In my country, a cane is administered for punishment from when you are a child until you are full grown. Couples also cane each other to keep their marriages alive and well. So please bend over and stay in position, and count each stroke and say ‘Thank you, ma’am’. If you forget to count or say thank you, the stroke will not count. Are you ready?”

I didn’t know what to expect, so I said, “I am ready.” I heard a bunch of whistling sound and a tap on my bottom, then…

SWAT! I had never felt anything like this before. It felt like a hundred bees had stung me in a straight line. Or it felt like a red-hot iron had rubbed against me in a straight line. I instantly stood up and rubbed my poor naked cheeks.

“Now I know for sure you felt something.” She said. “That stroke didn’t count because you forgot to count and say thank you. Also, since you stood up, I would normally add another two strokes. But since this is your first spanking with the cane, I will give you only six more strokes of the cane.”

I had heard that the cane really hurt from stories I had read, but I never expected this. But I bent back down, and anticipated the next stroke. I felt a tap of the cane, heard the whistle.

SWAT!

Although it really stung, I stayed in position and said, “One. Thank you, ma’am.”

Tap, whistle, SWAT!!! “Two. Thank you, ma’am.” I wasn’t sure if I could take four more strokes from the cane. My whole poor naked bottom felt on fire.

Tap, whistle, SWAT!!! “Three. Thank you, ma’am.” It was now taking all my concentration to stay in position.

Tap, whistle, SWAT!!! “Four. Thank you, ma’am.” I wanted this to end, but I needed to take this caning to get a passing grade in my class.

Tap, whistle, SWAT!!! “Five. Thank you, ma’am.”

“You have taken the caning very well.” She said. “Only one stroke left. Please stay in position until I say you can stand.”

Tap, whistle, SWAT!!! “Six. Thank you, ma’am.” Then I felt her hands all over my poor hurting naked bottom.

“You should be proud of yourself. There are seven parallel welts, evenly spaced, across you red bottom. You will probably feel this for a few days.” She said. “Stay in position and I will rub some lotion on you to cool you down.”

She walked across the room and came back with a tube of lotion. Then I felt the coolness of her fingers on my welts and my red-hot bottom. I felt funny because her hands were all over me, even between my legs on my penis and balls. I was still in pain from the caning but also experiencing the pleasure from her hands. Then she suddenly stopped.

“You can stand up and get dressed now.” She said. “I will expect you to write a story about what happened, and hand it in to Miss Smith’s class within two days. Please express your feelings you felt during the spanking. If you need to write another story, I can always give you another spanking.”

I got dressed and wrote this story. I hope I don’t need to write another story to get my degree.