Short Stories by Otkfme (part 2)
 
Contributed by - Otkfme@comcast.net

 

 

Julie Part 1

I wanted to find a spanking partner so I first went on the net. I found a website that had personals that had to do with spanking and discipline. My ad read, "SWM, 38, St. Paul, MN, looking for SWF near my age to spank me. I have been a naughty boy and am need of at least weekly discipline. Please email me at otkfme@aol.com"

I didn't hear back from anyone for about two months and then I finally got an email. It read, "Hi, I am a SWF, age 36, that would like to find out more about you. I like to spank naughty boys. Has a woman ever spanked you before? Tell me more about yourself. I also live in your area. Julie."

So we exchanged emails and I found out that she lived in a nearby suburb of Minneapolis. Next, we exchanged phone numbers and I got to hear her voice. Her voice was sexy and at the same time very confident. I found out that she was not in a current relationship and that she had spanked many of her former boyfriends.

We had many conversations where we shared our likes and dislikes in spanking, and we agreed on many things. Julie also had a wonderful sense of humor. When we finally felt comfortable enough with each other, we decided to meet at a local restaurant. That way if things didn't work out, we could just eat and leave.

I arrived about ten minutes early, and I watched for a woman with flowing black hair, about 5' 10", white blouse, and a black mini-skirt. That's how she described herself to me. I recognized her immediately, and we were soon sitting at a booth, eating and talking. Julie was even more charming than on the phone. At one point in the conversation, she had me stand up, turn around, and show her my butt. She was pleased that my butt would make a very good target for my punishment, and next the conversation led to what we were going to do next.

Since Julie would be more comfortable at her house, I decided to follow her home. She lived in a nice sized townhouse and she didn't live too far away from me. Julie didn't want to discipline me in her living room because it had a large picture window. Julie also didn't want to use her bedroom since this was the first time we had met. So she took me downstairs.

It was a finished basement with carpet, television, a chair, a couch, and a coffee table. She must have figured that we would be coming back to her house because on the coffee table was a hairbrush, a few paddles, and some other stuff. We had already discussed the safe words, and Julie knew how I liked to be spanked.

Julie sat on the chair and said, "Well, Clyde, you have been a naughty boy and you deserve a spanking. Come over here so that I can prepare you for your spanking."

"I don't deserve a spanking." I said. "What did I do wrong?"

"You mistreated our waitress and you talked too loud at the restaurant. So come over here for your spanking." I walked over to Julie and she unbuckled my belt, unzipped my slacks, and pulled them to my ankles. "Step out of these. I don't want them getting in my way." So soon I was standing before her in just my boxer shorts. "Now bend over my knee for your spanking." Julie hiked up her skirt so that I would have her nice thighs to lay upon.

Soon my hands and feet were on both sides of her chair. "I am first going to use my hand to spank you, to warm you up. But soon you will feel my hairbrush and paddles." Then my spanking began. Julie started fairly softly, and her spanks made more noise than what I could really feel.

"You seem to have taken my hand fairly easy, so next you will feel my hairbrush." I could feel the hairbrush more than her hand, but I still couldn't feel too much. "Stand up, a minute. I don't think my spanking you has had much effect." I stood up and she said to turn around. Then I felt her fingertips in the waistband of my boxer shorts, and soon they were at my ankles. "Step out of these please."

After I did so I felt Julie's hands on my bottom. "Your butt is just barely pink. I see that you need a lot harder spanking. Turn around and bend over my knees, again." I was now naked from the waist down and I had an erection. Julie noticed and said, "Don't worry about hiding it, just bend over my knee for your spanking."

This time I could really feel the sting of the paddle on my naked raised bottom. After about thirty spanks I began to squirm about. "Now my naughty boy can feel the paddle. Stop moving about so much and please count each spank."

Counting the spanks makes me very aware of my spanking, but I counted them out loud. I could feel a real warming of my bottom, which very good to me. After thirty spanks, Julie said as I felt her hands on my bottom, "Next, I want you to stand up, and go over to the end of the couch and bend over it."

Once I was in the position I thought she wanted me, Julie said, "I want you to spread your legs so that I can spank you in your most tender spots." I spread my legs, but she still said, "Just a little bit further." Then I felt her ankle next to my foot forcing me to spread my legs even more. I felt so exposed like this with my penis and balls hanging down and unprotected.

"Have you ever been spanked with a riding crop?" Julie asked.

"I don't think so," I replied. "What does it look like?"

"Stay bent over and I will show you." Then Julie held the riding crop by my face.

"I don't think so," was my reply.

"Good, you'll feel something different from a spanking from me. I like the little thing at the end, it helps me reach your entire bottom." Then I felt it hit my penis and balls. I started to move about and Julie said, "Stay still, or your spanking will last even longer. Please count, again."

When the riding crop hit my bottom, It felt like a straight line of fire across my bottom. It was a lot different from the paddling that I had received from other women. With my legs stretched far apart, Julie was able to spank me on my tender cheeks by my bottom hole. Now my whole bottom felt like it was on fire. I still was able to take more so I didn't say anything.

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

"No, I never have."

"I am going to give you only three strokes of the cane since you have never been caned before. You really will be able to feel it on your already red and sensitive bottom. Please count them and say, 'Thank you, Julie', after each one. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Julie."

She tapped me on my bottom with the cane, I heard a strange whistle noise, and it felt like a hundred bees had stung my bottom in a straight line. My hands instantly went back to rub my poor bottom.

"I told you that you would really feel the cane. Remove your hands and this will be number one again because you forgot to count. Stay in position, count each stroke, and don't rub your bottom."

The next stroke fell, I stayed in position and said, "One, Thank you, Julie."

I heard the whistle again, the hot sting of the cane, "Two, Thank you, Julie."

"For your last one, I want you to stay in position and don't rub your bottom."

I felt the tap of the cane on my bottom, heard the whistle, and "Three, Thank you, Julie." It took all that was in me to stay bent over and not rub my poor bottom.

"I have something that should sooth the pain." Then I felt a nice cold cream being rubbed on my burning hot bottom. It felt so good. Julie even began to rub it between my legs. I started to squirm about and she said, "Hold still, or else I will get out the cane again and give you three more strokes."

So I stayed bent over while she rubbed the cream all over my bottom, between my legs, and down the backs of my thighs where she had spanked me. "Now go over and stand in the corner with your hands at your sides. Don't even think about rubbing your bottom."

Although I had a sore bottom, I did not rub it. After about ten minutes of standing in the corner Julie said, "I really enjoyed spanking you, Clyde. Did you like it?"

"Yes I did. I have never received a spanking like that from any other woman."

"Good, then I want you to come to my house next week at 7 PM for another spanking. I expect you to be on time and I want you to bring me a little present for spanking you. Surprise me with something. But before I let you get dressed and go home, bend over my knee for one last spanking."

So I walked over to Julie and bent over her knee again. "My. Your bottom is bright red. The cream I put on you should help with the pain." Then she proceeded to give me a short hand spanking of about 20 spanks. "I look forward to spanking you every week, and trying new things on you. You can get up and get dressed, now."

So that is how I first met and was spanked by Julie.


Julie Part 2

Last week I had met Julie and she had spanked me. I had met Julie over the net and she also enjoyed spanking me. After my last spanking, she told me to bring a present for her and to be at her house at seven o'clock. Now it was six fifty-five, and I was ringing the doorbell of her townhouse. I had bought a dozen red roses for her and I was anxious for Julie to open the door.

Soon the door opened and Julie said, "Good, Clyde. You are right on time, come on in." Once I was inside she said, "I want you to follow these specific directions when you come to visit me at my house. First, ring the doorbell quickly three times, that way I will know it is you. I will have the door unlocked five minutes before you are to arrive. Open the door and walk right in. If you have something for me, place it on the table." Julie pointed to a table near the door.

"Go ahead, you can put the roses on the table right now." As I put the roses on the table she started down the steps to the downstairs. "Please follow me." Julie went over to a hutch that was along one wall. She opened the middle drawer and said, "This is the drawer that I will store the implements that I will spank you with. Empty the drawer of anything that is in it and place it on the coffee table." She closed the drawer and said, "Then I want you to take off all of your clothes, including your shoes and socks, and place them in a pile near the empty corner. Next, I want you to stand in the corner, facing the corner, with your hands at your sides. Do you understand what I expect you to do?"

"I guess so, Julie." I said.

"You better know, or your spanking will be more severe. Also, while you are in my house, call me ma'am. Never call me Julie. Is that understood?

"Yes, Julie…I mean ma'am." I said.

"Good. Let's go back upstairs, and you go back out the door. We'll start all over again." Julie said.

Soon, I was standing outside of her door with the roses in my hands. I rang the doorbell three times, let myself in, put the roses on the table, and went downstairs. I opened the hutch drawer and pulled out two paddles, a riding crop, and a cane. There was also a jar of cold cream that I put on the coffee table. It was interesting to see and hold the spanking implements that would be used on me. I undressed, and was soon standing in the corner with my clothes in a pile next to me.

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and heard Julie say, "Clyde, it is good to see that you followed my orders." She stood next to me and patted my bottom and said, "You can't hardly tell that I spanked you last week, but I can change that."

Julie went over sat down in a chair in the room and said, "You can come over here and bend over my lap for your spanking. I am first going to warm you up with a hand spanking." Soon I was over her lap and she started to spank me. "I'm so glad that we got to meet each other. I really do like to spank you."

After a few minutes of the hand spanking, Julie said, "Now I am going to spank you with a paddle. I think about twenty swats should turn your bottom a nice pink color." Then she started to spank me with the paddle. I stung a lot more than her hand, but it was tolerable.

After the twenty swats, Julie said, "Now stand up and bend over the end of the sofa with your legs spread apart." I never liked having to spread my legs because it totally exposed my penis and balls. I felt a tapping of the crop on the insides of my thighs and Julie said, "I want them spread more than that." So I strained and spread my legs even further apart. Then I felt the crop hitting my penis and balls. "I like it when a man is bent over, has his legs spread and his penis and balls are hanging down. That way I can really tease him as I spank him. Don't you agree, Clyde."

"Yes, Julie." SWAT. "I mean yes, ma'am."

"That's better. Now stay in position while I give you twenty swats with this riding crop." Julie would give me a few swats, then tickle me with her hands or the crop on all parts of my body. I didn't know what to expect next, pain or pleasure. It was actually real exciting for me to be spanked this way.

After the twenty swats of the riding crop, Julie said, "Last time you received three strokes of the cane, today you will receive six strokes of the cane. Be sure to stay in position and count these out for me. Be sure and say 'Thank you, ma'am', after each stroke. Do you understand, Clyde."

"Yes, ma'am." I replied. I didn't like to be spanked with the cane. It really hurt. I felt the cane tapping my already sore bottom; I heard the whistle, crack. "One, thank you, ma'am." It felt like a hundred bees stinging me in a straight line.

Whistle, crack. "Two, thank you, ma'am."

Whistle, crack. "Three, thank you, ma'am." Now my bottom really burned, and I had three more strokes to go.

Whistle, crack. "Four, thank you, ma'am." I wanted to rub my bottom, but I stayed in place.

Whistle, crack. "Five, thank you, ma'am."

"You have only one left, be sure to stay in position." Julie said.

Whistle, crack. This time I raised up and rubbed my poor bottom. "Please bend over, again. You forgot to count the stroke."

I slowly bent over, whistle, and crack. "Six, thank you, ma'am."

Then Julie went over and sat in the chair, again. "Stand up, and come over here and bend over my lap." Once I was over her lap, I felt a cool lotion on my poor burning bottom. "This should help you sit better. And now I want you to take me out to eat at a fine restaurant. That way I will get to know you better. But before you get up and get dressed, and since you are in a wonderful position for me, I will paddle you ten more times."

Julie paddled me ten more times but I didn't have to count them. Then Julie allowed me to get up and get dressed, and then we went out to a fine restaurant. Although I had trouble sitting, we had a good conversation and we talked about spanking and other stuff. Julie seems to be a very interesting woman.

I drove her home, and as she got out of my car she said, "I want to see you at my house at five p.m. next week. Be sure to be on time and bring me another gift. Bye."


Julie Part 3

I arrived at Julie's house a few minutes before five o'clock, as requested by Julie. I rang the doorbell three times, and then let myself in. I next laid a box of chocolates that I had got as a gift for Julie on the table by the door. Then I went downstairs and opened the hutch drawer that contained the spanking implements that Julie would use on me.

I was surprised because this time it contained stuff that you would normally find around the house. There were wooden spoons, a thin wooden cutting board, a ping-pong paddle, and some other kitchen type stuff. I still placed it on he coffee table and then got undressed. Then I stood in the corner and waited for Julie to spank me.

To my surprise, I heard two people come down the stairs. "Clyde, you can come over here and stand by me for your spanking." Julie said. When I turned around, I saw a woman about Julie's age sitting on the couch.

"This is Linda, one of my friends." Julie said. "She is interested in meeting you because she is considering the possibility of spanking her boyfriend. I thought it would be good for her to observe me spanking you, and she could also participate in your spanking. Is that alright with you, Clyde?"

I had no other choice than to say, "Yes, ma'am." When I first met Julie, I knew she liked to spank me, but she didn't tell me that she was going to allow her friends to also spank me.

"Good, Clyde. Now go over my knee for a warm-up hand spanking." As my spanking began, she said to Linda, "I always warm him up with a hand spanking. That way he can be spanked for a longer time."

"I'll remember that." Linda said.

After hand spanking me for about five minutes, and some girl talk, Julie said, "Linda, do you want to try spanking Clyde?"

"Yes I would." Linda said. "I have never spanked a man before. I want to see what it feels like."

"OK. Clyde, stand up and I will out of the chair so that Linda can sit down and spank you." I stood up, and soon I was over Linda's lap. She was spanking me lightly compared to the way Julie spanks me.

Julie saw this and said, "You can spank him harder than that. He is a big boy." Then Linda's spanks became a lot harder.

Linda also spanked me for about five minutes and the Julie said, "His bottom is starting to turn pink. Clyde, I want you to stand up, go over to the end of the couch and bend over it for the rest of your spanking."

I did so with my legs spread apart. It was sort of embarrassing for me to be like this in front of a woman who I had just met. With my legs spread like this, it completely exposed my penis and balls as they hung down between my legs.

Julie tapped the insides of my thighs with a wooden spoon and said, "Spread them a little more. I like Clyde like this because I can play with his whole body as I spank him. I also start out with the bigger implements, like the paddle, and later fill in with the wooden spoons and the other smaller things. Linda, why don't you stand on one side, I'll stand on the other. That way both of us can spank him at the same time."

Then my spanking began again, with both women spanking me. It felt strange because sometimes I felt hands on my penis and balls, and tickling on my sides and back, while I was being spanked. It gave me a real pain/pleasure type of feeling.

They spanked me like this for a good twenty minutes to a half-hour. "See how his bottom is turning bright red." Julie said. "I think we should stop for now. Clyde, stay in position while I put some cream on your burning bottom."

"Yes, ma'am." I said. I next felt some cold, soothing lotion on my hot bare bottom. It always felt real good for Julie to put the lotion on me.

"Clyde, go stand in the corner while I finish talking to Linda."

"Yes, ma'am." I said.

As I stood in the corner, Julie said to Linda, "You are welcome to spank Clyde anytime you are over here. Also, I hope that you can see that you don't need to buy expensive paddles and stuff to spank your boyfriend."

"Yes, I thank you for allowing me to spank Clyde. Now it should be much easier to spank my boyfriend. Clyde, it was nice meeting you and spanking you. I hope we can do it again sometime."

Then Julie and Linda went upstairs and I heard Linda leave. Julie came back downstairs and sat on the chairs, again. "Come over here so that I can give you another hand spanking before we go out to eat." Once over Julie's lap. She said, "I hope you liked being spanked by Linda and me."

"Yes, ma'am." I said.

"Linda is one of my best friends from high school, and we have stayed in touch with each other. I hope you can meet more of my friends, as we get to know each other, better."

Julie spanked me for a little longer, then she allowed me to get dressed and we went out to eat. I never know what to expect from Julie.


Julie Part 4

I was shopping at a large discount store near me when I ran into Linda. I needed some toothpaste, and I was standing in a long line to be checked out. When the woman ahead of me turned around to look at something, I recognized her as Linda.

She also must have recognized me because she said, "Oh, Hi! I'm Linda, Julie's friend."

"And I'm Clyde. Small world that we would meet each other in a store like this. I don't live to far from here and I dropped in to just buy some toothpaste."

"Well I'm in here to buy some stuff that Julie suggested to spank my boyfriend with. Are you busy after this?"

"No, I was just going to go home and watch some television."

"Would you be interested in following me to my place so that I could try my new stuff on you?"

"I guess so." I said. I wasn't expecting another spanking, especially from Linda.

"Good. I am driving a blue Ford. After we check out, just follow my car."

We checked out and I followed her to her house. It wasn't too far away from the store, and she lived in a nice neighborhood. Once we were inside, she led me to her living room and pulled down all of the shades.

"Clyde, I enjoyed spanking you when I was at Julie's house. I didn't think I would have an opportunity to spank you so soon." Linda sat on the couch and said, "Come over here so that I can prepare you for your spanking."

"Yes, Linda." I said.

"I have read in books about spanking men, and I want to spank you, my way." Then Linda started to undo my belt, unzip me, and soon my slacks were at my ankles. Next, her fingertips were in the waistband of my underwear, and they were at my ankles.

"I like it when a man allows me to strip him before he gets spanked. Go over my knees for a hand spanking." I was now naked from the waist down, over Linda's knees. Then she started to spank me.

"I heard from Julie that you had an ad on the net about wanting a woman to spank you. Is that correct?"

"Yes it is. That is how I found Julie." I said.

"Well now that you have found me. If my boyfriend doesn't want to be spanked, can I keep on spanking you, Clyde?"

"I guess so. If Julie will allow it." I said.

"I'll talk to Julie about that. You've had enough of a warm-up hand spanking. Stand up so that I can get ready for the rest of your spanking. Take off the rest of your clothes while I prepare the room."

As I undressed, Linda grabbed two chairs and set them back to back. "Clyde, I want you to kneel on this chair, bend over the back of it, and hold on to the seat of the other chair. And yes, spread your legs as far as the chair will allow."

Now I was once again in a very vulnerable position to be spanked by Linda. "As I spank you with these various items I just bought, tell me how it feels."

Then I had to tell Linda how each item felt. Some really stung me, and some just made a lot of noise. I was spanked like this for about a half-hour. Then she said, "Your bottom looks pretty red. Stay in position while I get some lotion." It felt real cool and nice as Linda rubbed the lotion into my burning bottom.

Then I was allowed to stand up and get dressed. Before I left, Linda wanted my home phone number, so I gave it to her. As I drove home, I thought that I sure wasn't expecting to be spanked, when I was just going to a store for some toothpaste.


Miss Johnson FF/M (part 1)

As I look back at my early education, one teacher who met a lot to me was Miss Johnson. She taught my sixth grade class, and she helped me get serious about my education. Up until that time, school to me was just something you had to sit through. Until I had Miss Johnson as a teacher, I didn't do my homework, and I didn't pay attention in class.

When and where I went to school, corporal punishment was allowed. All of the teachers had a paddle that hung next to their desk, and the teachers would paddle the students both during class and after school, if you had to stay for detention. If you were really naughty, you were sent to the principal's office for an even harder spanking.

The teachers also informed your parents when you were spanked at school, and I always received another spanking at home for my bad behavior.

I received many spankings from Miss Johnson, and they helped me concentrate on my schoolwork. Miss Johnson seemed to take an interest in spanking my poor bottom and helping me get serious with my education.

Now I was a freshman in college, and it was during spring break so that I had some time to visit the elementary school I used to attend. I timed my arrival at the school so that the students would be gone but the teachers would still there. The hallways seemed a lot smaller than I had remembered, but the old school building was still the same. I then went into my old sixth grade classroom and Miss Johnson was sitting at her desk.

"Hello, Miss Johnson. I am Clyde from your class about seven years ago."

"Hi, Clyde. Yes, I think I remember you. What brings you back to the school, again."

"Well, Miss Johnson, I wanted to see the old school and I wanted to see if you were still teaching here."

"I'm still here. The school hasn't changed much. How are you doing?"

"I'm a freshman in college and I'm studying to be an accountant. I wanted to let you know that you really helped me take my education seriously. In junior high and high school I was a B+ to an A- student, and I studied real hard."

"If I remember right, didn't you get in trouble many times in class and I gave you quite a few spankings both during class and after school in detention?"

"Yes, I guess I was quite the trouble maker back then, but your spankings and your concerns about me really turned around my education."

"I'm happy to hear that I was instrumental in you getting a better education. It will really pay off for you once you finish college."

"Actually, I wanted to see you for two reasons. First, to let you know how you helped me change and that helped me to do better in school. Second, that I am now having trouble concentrating in college, and I was wondering if you could help motivate me again, like you did in sixth grade."

"I don't have the time to be a college tutor for you, but what did you have in mind?"

"Remember when I wasn't concentrating in class, or when I didn't do my homework?"

"Yes, I think I punished you."

"That's right! I got a spanking from you, either during class or during detention. It really made an impression on me. Now, I'm not concentrating on my school work in college, and I would like you to help me out, again."

"Are you saying that you deserve a spanking? Aren't you a little too old to be spanked?"

"I'm never too old to be spanked. And if I were to be spanked by you, Miss Johnson, maybe it would turn my education around, again. Would you please spank me?"

"Since you are older, the spanking would be more severe than what you received in the sixth grade. And you would have to sign a paper giving me permission to spank you, the same letter that I send out to my student's parents to sign. Also, that you would follow my every command without hesitation or complaint. Do you agree to my terms?"

"Yes, I would. Miss Johnson." Then she reached in her desk drawer and got out the paper for me to sign.

After I signed the paper, Miss Johnson put it into her desk drawer and said, "OK Clyde, let's get started with your spanking. First, come over and stand by the edge of the desk and drop your slacks."

I had remembered that Miss Johnson used to spank me over the desk when I had to stay after for detention. It was always with my pants pulled down and she would spank me over my underwear. So I dropped my slacks and waited for her next command.

"Now bend over the desk and grab the other side. Be sure and stay in position and if you get out of position or rub your bottom, it will only make your spanking last a lot longer." Now it seemed like I was in the sixth grade again, and about to be spanked by Miss Johnson. "Your bottom is much bigger now. It gives me an easier target to hit."

Then my spanking began. Miss Johnson was using the big wooden paddle that hung by her desk. It didn't seem to hurt as much as I had remembered. I didn't say anything and Miss Johnson spanked me like this for about five minutes.

She must have noticed that I wasn't getting much from my spanking because Miss Johnson said, "It looks like the spanking isn't having much effect on you. I think I know how to make you really feel it." With that, I felt her fingertips on the insides of my briefs. Soon they were at my ankles with my briefs. Then I felt her hands on my now naked bottom.

"Your cheeks aren't even pink, yet. Now, I think I can change that." I did feel embarrassed being bent over and naked from the waist down. Miss Johnson continued to spank me, and this time it did hurt a lot more when then wooden paddle hit my bare bottom.

"This should help you concentrate on your lessons. Too bad you are away at college, because you deserve a spanking like this every week until your grades improve." Miss Johnson continued to spank me. Then I heard a knock on the door and someone walked in.

"Opps, I didn't mean to disturb you." A female voice said.

"That's okay." Miss Johnson said. "This is Clyde, a former student, and he wanted me to spank him, again. Clyde, don't change your position, but this is Miss Jones, our fifth grade teacher. Do you remember her?"

"I think I remember her," I said.

"I just wanted to leave a few papers for you to look at. I'll be on my way."

"You can stay if you want, and watch me spank Clyde. Come over here and see how his bottom is turning pink." Miss Johnson said.

Then I felt Miss Jones' hands on my bare bottom. "It is so much better to spank someone on their bare bottom. You can really see what effect the spanking is having on them. Clyde, I think I remember you being a naughty student and getting spanked by me, too."

"Yes, I guess I was a bad student back then."

My spanking continued as Miss Jones watched. "I hope this spanking is having an effect on you." Miss Johnson said to me.

"I think I have something that will make Clyde really remember this spanking even more.. We aren't allowed to use it on our students, but I think it would help in this case. Let me go back to my room and get it." Miss Jones said.

"Okay, I'll keep spanking Clyde until you get back." Now my bottom was getting sore and it was beginning to heat up.

In a few minutes Miss Jones returned. "This is a cane which I got from a professor who lived in England. He said it was used on boys over there on a regular basis. Usually, only six strokes were given at a time with the student bent over touching their toes. Do you want to try it on Clyde?"

I felt some hands on my bottom, again, then Miss Johnson said, "Clyde, let's try this cane on you. Stand up. Move away from the desk, and bend over and touch your toes. Miss Jones, why don't you give Clyde the six strokes of the cane. Clyde, why don't you count them for us."

After I was bent over touching my toes I felt the cane tap my bare bottom as Miss Jones said, "I guess this really stings, but stay in position and count the strokes." Then I heard a whistle and it felt like a straight line of burning fire on my bottom. I stood up and rubbed my bottom.

"Bend back down and stay in position, and since you forgot to count, this will be number one, again." Miss Jones said.

SWISH! CRACK! "One." It really hurt but I stayed in position.

SWISH! CRACK! "Two." Never had a spanking been so painful for me. What was I thinking when I asked for this spanking!

SWISH! CRACK! "Three." My poor exposed bare bottom was really painful, now.

SWISH! CRACK! "Four." Only two more left.

SWISH! CRACK! "Five."

I felt hands on my poor bottom and Miss Johnson said, "Look at the welts on his bottom. I can see why they don't let us cane our elementary school students. Only one left, Clyde."

SWISH! CRACK! "Six." I somehow managed to count the last stroke and stay in position.

"Well, I better get back to my classroom, now." Miss Johnson said. "Thanks for letting me help spank Clyde. And Clyde, you better be a good boy."

"I will." I said. Then I heard the door open and close, again.

"Remember after I spanked you after school I had you stand in the corner. Stand up, leave your bare bottom exposed, and stand in the corner while I finish grading papers."

I felt like a little boy, standing in the corner with my pants down. After about ten minutes, Miss Johnson called me over to her, again. She sat on a chair and said, "Bend over my lap for a final hand spanking." Soon my hands and feet were on the floor and I was bent over her lap. Miss Johnson spanked me some more as she said, "I hope this will help you improve your class work. Your probably deserve a spanking like this once a week to keep your grades up. Too bad you are away at college."

"Actually, the college that I am attending is about an hour's drive from here." I said.

Miss Johnson kept spanking me and said, "Why don't I give you my home address, and I could spank you every Friday night at 7 PM. That way you could tell me how well you are doing in college, and I could spank you to help give you incentive to keep your grades up."

"Okay," I said. "Ouch! I think that would help me out."

I was starting to squirm about because the hand spanking on top of the six strokes of the cane really hurt.

"Stop moving about so much. Just a little bit longer and I will be done with your spanking." Miss Johnson spanked me for about two more minutes, and then I felt her hands rubbing my bottom. "You should be able to feel this spanking for a few days. You can stand up, now, and pull up your pants. I will give you my home address and then I expect to see you at 7 PM next Friday for another spanking."

"Thank you, Miss Johnson." I said. "You helped me so much when I was in the sixth grade and I'm sure this is going to help me while I am in college."

I left her classroom, rubbing my poor bottom, and wondering what my spanking on next Friday would be like. I know this is going to help me do better in college.


Miss Johnson F/M (part 2)

When I was in sixth grade, my teacher, Miss Johnson, would spank me. I felt that it turned around my life and helped me do better in school. Now I am a freshman in college and I am studying to become an accountant. My grades currently aren't so good, and I seem to have trouble concentrating. So on spring break, I went back to the old school and had Miss Johnson spank me again. Before I left the old school, we set it up where I would go to Miss Johnson's home every Friday night at seven to be spanked. The college that I go to is only an hour away from where Miss Johnson lives, so this worked out fine for me.

She gave me quite the spanking in the school when I visited her, but I wasn't sure what it was going to be like to be spanked in her house. I thought that I had allowed plenty of time to get to her house, but with more traffic than what I had anticipated, plus trying to find Miss Johnson's house for the first time, I was ten minutes late. Miss Johnson greeted me at her door with a paddle in her hand and an angry look on her face. "You're ten minutes late and I don't tolerate my students being late. Hurry up and step inside, and I will hang up your jacket."

As she took my jacket, she moved over a small throw rug to reveal a white line that was about two feet from the front door. The line also had two small X's that were spaced about a foot and a half apart. "Put your feet on the Xs, and put your hands out in front of you and lean against the door." After I was in this position she said, "I always expect my students to be on time. Since you were ten minutes late, you will receive ten swats of the paddle."

She raised back the paddle and gave me a very hard swat. Although I still had all of my clothes on, I was surprised how much I felt the sting of the paddle through my pants. By the time the ten swats were over with, I was amazed that my bottom was already starting to heat up.

"Come into my living room so that we can talk about what type of spankings you deserve every week." Once in her living room, she offered me tea and a cookie. I told her that I had felt the last spanking she gave me for three days, and it had helped my concentration in my studies at college. She told me that I needed to bring with me each week, the grades and scores that I had received on any of my tests, quizzes, or assignments. We would then discuss them, and then I would be spanked accordingly. At the end of the semester, I would receive a longer spanking, depending on how well I improved in school. This sounded fair to me. I was surprised at how calmly we were able to discuss my spankings.

"Before I begin your formal spankings, I need to ask you a few question and get some honest answers. So come over here and stand in front of me." I stood in front of me and proceeded to undo my belt and unzip me. "Stand still and put your hands on top of your head." Then with one quick yank, my slacks were at my ankles. Underneath, I was wearing some colorful boxer shorts. "Never wear these when you come to my house to be spanked. Always wear white cotton briefs." Soon, my boxer shorts were also at my ankles. I didn't mean to, but I had a good size erection standing before her. "I'll ignore that for now, just bend over my lap." She hiked up her dress and spread her legs so that my penis was dangling down between her legs. Then I felt her strong thighs squeeze together and hold my penis and me in place. I felt like a naughty little schoolboy.

"I see your bottom is already a little pink from the ten swats of the paddle when you arrived late. Your bottom will turn a lot redder by the time you leave here."

Spank, Spank, Spank.

"Do you promise to be on time each time you visit me?"

"Yes I do!" I replied.

Spank, Spank, Spank.

"And do you promise to visit me every Friday night, with no excuses."

"Yes I do!"

Spank, Spank, Spank.

"And will you share all of your grades with me?"

"Yes I will."

Spank, Spank, Spank.

"Now I want you to stand up and take off all of your clothes, including your shoes and socks. Leave your clothes in here and then follow me unto my office for your formal spanking."

In her office was a large wooden desk. There were also many paddles and spanking implements hanging on the wall. "All of my students bend over the desk when I spank them. Please assume the position and grab the other side of the desk."

After I was in position, I expected my spanking to begin, but she said, "This isn't going to work quite right since you have long legs. Please stand up." She went to the corner of the office and placed a large board with a lot of padding on the desk. "Please bend over, again." Now my feet barely touched the floor. Then she reached down and spread my feet apart as she said; "I always want your legs spread apart when I spank you."

Now I felt totally exposed for my spanking. This position made me very aware that my penis and balls were dangling between my legs, also totally exposed.

"Since this is your first spanking at my house, you will receive thirty swats from this paddle with holes in it." She placed the paddle on the desk near my face, for a few seconds. This way I was able to clearly see what I would be spanked with. "I want you to count out loud each swat, and be sure to stay in position. Are you ready for your spanking to start?"

"Yes, Miss Johnson." I replied.

"Here's your first swat."

SWAT!

"One." I yelled out. It hurt a lot more than I had expected.

SWAT!

"Two." My spanking continued like this up to twenty swats, then the doorbell rang.

"This has taken more time than I had expected," Miss Johnson said. "That must be Sue. She has an eight o'clock appointment with me. Stay in place as I answer the door." As she left the office, she left the door to the office wide open. I now felt very embarrassed because I knew that Sue would be able to see me naked and bent over the desk from the living room.

I heard Miss Johnson escort Sue into the living room and Miss Johnson told Sue, "As you can see, I am running late and in the middle of spanking Clyde. I should be with you, shortly."

Then Miss Johnson entered the office and shut the door. "That's Sue out there. I think she also attends the college you go to. I guess you can meet each other after your spanking. Now where was I?"

"You have given me twenty swats of the paddle. I have ten left." I said.

"On these last ten, please count them out loud, but this time say 'Thank you, Miss Johnson' after each swat."

SWAT!

"Twenty-one. Thank You, Miss Johnson."

After she gave me the thirty swats of the paddle, she said, "Stay bent over so that I can examine my work." Then I felt her hands on my red and tender bottom. "You can stand up and get dressed, now."

I stayed in position and said, "But my clothes are in the living room!"

"That's right." Miss Johnson said. She opened the office door and said to Sue, "His clothes are on the floor close to you. Could you bring them into the office so that he can get dressed."

Now I felt even more embarrassed. Sue would be able to see me naked and bent over the desk. Sue walked into the office with my clothes and said, "His ass is really red. He should be able to feel that spanking for a few days."

"Clyde says that the spankings have helped him to study better in college, the same as you." Miss Johnson said.

"I have a question for you." Sue said to Miss Johnson. "I noticed that Clyde wore boxer shorts. You gave me five extra swats of the paddle when I wore the wrong underwear, even on my first visit to you. Did you give Clyde his extra five."

"That's a good point." Miss Johnson said. "I almost forgot about his extra swats. Do you want to give the extras to Clyde?"

"I'd be happy to!" Sue exclaimed. As Miss Johnson handed her the paddle, Sue said, "Now stay in position and count these out loud."

SWAT!

"One." At least she didn't spank me as hard as Miss Johnson.

SWAT!

"Two."

This continued until I had received my five extra swats. "You can stand up and get dressed, now." Miss Johnson told me. My poor bottom was really hurting and I quickly stood up and rubbed it. I forgot about the fact that I was showing off a big erection. They must have noticed because Miss Johnson said, "Isn't it cute when naughty boys show off their erections after they are spanked?"

"It is cute." Sue said. "If I arrive early next Friday, can I help you spank Clyde, again."

"That sounds like a good idea." Miss Johnson said. "That should make Clyde study even harder. Don't you agree, Clyde?"

"I guess so." I said as I quickly got dressed.

As I got my jacket out of the closet and was leaving Miss Johnson's house, Sue said, "I look forward to help with your spanking, next week." I knew that I would be studying very hard over the weekend and during the week. Everytime I sat down I would have a reminder of my spanking.


Miss Johnson - Sue F/M (part 3)

I had first met Sue under some very embarrassing conditions. I'm in my first year of college and I had driven an hour to visit my old sixth grade teacher. She had agreed to spank me to help me improve my grades and concentration in college. I was completely naked and bent over her desk for my spanking. Sue arrived in the middle of my spanking, and my old teacher also allowed Sue to spank me. Also, I found out that Sue attended the same college that I was attending.

Anyway, on Monday I was sitting at a campus cafeteria eating lunch when Sue came up to the table I was sitting at and sat down. At first I didn't recognize her until she asked, "Is your name Clyde?"

"Yes it is. Why do you ask?"

"My name is Sue and I believe I spanked you on Friday evening. Now do you remember me?"

Now I felt very embarrassed. Sue had not only spanked me but had also seen me completely naked. "I guess I remember you."

"So, do you like to be spanked by Miss Johnson to improve your grades in college?" Sue asked.

I couldn't believe that I was having this conversation out in a public place. "Yes." I answered. "I feel her spankings help me concentrate in high school, so I wanted her to spank me so that I would do well in college." I couldn't believe that I was saying this to Sue.

"Well, I could save you the drive down to Miss Johnson by spanking you myself, right here on campus." Sue caught me completely off guard and I didn't know what to say. Sue continued, "Remember, I have already spanked you and Miss Johnson will allow me to spank you some more, even if you continue to be visit Miss Johnson."

The college I was attending had a small campus with a lot of housing nearby. "I might be interested. Do you live nearby?" I asked.

"I live about two blocks from here." Sue said. "Why don't you follow me to my place, so we can talk some more."

I don't know why, but I agreed to go to her place. It was a small duplex and she had rented one side of it. Once inside, it had a very small kitchen, a small bedroom, bathroom, and a living room with some furniture and a large oak office desk.

"This is a very small place, but I live here all by myself." Sue said. "Have a seat on the couch so we can talk some more." After I was seated she continued, "I could review your work and your grades, and give you the appropriate spanking. Stay there while I get something to show you."

Sue went into her bedroom and came out with a cardboard box. She placed the box on the coffee table next to the couch and pulled out some paddles and other spanking implements from the box. "See, I have the necessary equipment to give you a good spanking."

I was surprised that she owned all of this spanking stuff. "Well, maybe." I said.

"I would spank you on a weekly basis, and in-between, when needed. So, will you allow me to help you out in college by spanking you?"

This arrangement would allow me more flexibility and save me a long drive, so I said, "Yes, this does sound like a good idea. I guess you can spank me to help me with my grades."

Sue moved the coffee table and said, "Let me give you your first installment. Take off your shirt and then stand in front of me with your hands over your head."

"But I was just spanked on Friday."

"Then this spanking should help you a lot with your concentration in your classes." Sue said. "So take off your shirt and come over here." I thought, why not, so I took off my shirt and stood in front of Sue. "I enjoy striping a man of his clothes before a spanking." With that, Sue unbuckled my belt, took down my slacks, and then took down my underwear. Now I was basically totally nude, and standing in front of Sue. Although I felt embarrassed, I still had an erection, which Sue noticed. "I got a good look at your penis on Friday, and now I have a better view of it. In the future, I may help you with it. But for now, step out of your clothes and go over and bend over my desk."

Now it felt like the spanking I received from Miss Johnson. It was like being a naughty little schoolboy, again. Although I had my legs spread apart, I felt a tap of the riding crop on my inner thighs, and Sue said, "Spread apart your legs a little bit more for me." Then Sue began spanking me with her various implements. Since my poor tender naked bottom was already sore from my Fridays spanking, I was soon squirming about.

"I think that will last you for this week." Sue said. "You can stand up now, and rub your bottom."

Although my spanking from Sue didn't last long, my bottom felt real hot and sore. Then we traded phone numbers and set up my next spanking for the same time next week. This should really help me concentrate on my classes in college.


Family Friend, Jane (part 1)

One summer, when I was 18 years old, my parents went on a vacation. My parents were going to be gone for three months and they didn't trust me to be alone for that length of time. I didn't know how to cook for myself, and I didn't know how to keep the house clean. I had lived a sheltered life where my mom had done all of the housework and I just studied and did my homework. So they had a family friend, Jane, who had just graduated from college, come to baby-sit the house and me. Jane's family used to live down the block from us, and Jane used to baby-sit for our family. As a baby-sitter, I recall her spanking me, since she had permission from my parents to punish me. It worked out well for her to watch over me since she was able to cook good meals for me, and she kept the house clean. Before my parents left they told me, "Jane will be in charge of everything while we are gone. If you get into trouble, we have given her our full permission to discipline you. So don't get into trouble." I was basically a good kid back then, so I thought I had nothing to worry about.

But at age 18, my hormones were raging, and I was alone with a woman, who was only five years older than myself. I didn't know a lot about the opposite sex, hadn't gone out on that many dates, and I wanted to find out more. Our house had a guest bedroom, and that is where Jane was sleeping.

One day, when Jane had gone grocery shopping, I went into the guest bedroom. I wanted to see and touch her bra and panties. I had seen catalogs were they showed women wearing them, but I wanted to see what Jane wore, and what they looked like up close. I guess I got carried away, because I spent more time than I thought, looking and feeling all of her bras and panties. I also wanted to see how it felt to wear her thin smooth panties, so took off my slacks and underpants, and tried on a pair of her panties. To my surprise, that was when Jane entered the guest bedroom. She caught me, wearing her panties, with the dresser drawers open, and me fondling her other panties.

"You naughty boy!!" Jane exclaimed. "You should never go through the clothing of someone else, and you should never wear another person's underwear, especially of the opposite sex."

"I'm sorry," I said.

"You will really be sorry, once I punish you for going through my clothing." Jane next sat down on the edge of the bed and said, "But before I punish you, let me have a closer look at what you look like in my panties. Come over here." I had an erection already from the silk panties, and they were so sheer that you could see everything. So I was quite embarrassed, but I walked over to her anyway.

"Put your hands on top of your head and keep them there while I examine you," Jane said. Then her fingers touch my penis and my bottom. "You act like you enjoy wearing my panties. Did you know that girls shave themselves so that they look better when they wear panties? Let me pull down the panties and see how much hair you have." She pulled down the panties, and now I was standing before her, naked from the waist down. "If you are going to wear my panties, you should have no hair down there. So let me get my razor, but you stay there with your hands on top of your head."

So she went into the bathroom and came out with a razor and some shaving cream. She put the shaving cream all around my penis and balls and shaved me. While she was shaving me she said, “This will make you look like a girl when you wear my panties.” After she was through shaving me, she got up from the bed again and came back with a wooden hairbrush and a paddle. “Now I am going to spank you for going through my underwear,” Jane said. “You can take you hands off the top of your head, now, and lie on the bed over my lap for your spanking.” Jane was wearing jeans and soon my penis was between her legs, as I awaited my spanking. “First, I’m going to start you off with a handspanking, then I will use the hairbrush, and then the paddle.”

The handspanking wasn’t too bad, but by the time she had used the hairbrush and the paddle on me, my bottom was really hurting. While she was spanking me with the paddle she said, “After your spanking, I’m going to take you shopping with me so that you will have your own panties to wear while I am here.” Soon, my spanking was over, and then she had me pull up the panties that I had on of hers, and put my slacks back on. “You should grab a pillow to sit on in the car, you are going shopping with me.”

So we went to several women’s lingerie shops, and she got me some panties. It was so embarrassing, she told the sales clerks that the panties were for me to wear, and at one store she even had me pull down my slacks so the clerk could see the panties that I had on. What made matters worst, the clerk also noticed my red bottom, and Jane told her that she had just spanked me.

So during the remainder of Jane’s stay, each morning I had to drop my pants for her and show her the panties that I was wearing. She also shaved me every three days, so that I would like a little girl down there. Jane also found a few more things to spank me for, so I got used to going over her lap for a spanking.

After my parents got back, I wore my regular underwear, again. But I do miss my old family friend, Jane. Now that I am older, I hope to visit her someday, and bring the panties that she bought me. Who knows, she may even spank me again!


Family Friend, Jane (part 2)

When I was 18, my parents were on vacation for three months and left a family friend Jane, in charge of the house and the discipline of me. Jane had just graduated from college at the time, so she was about four years older than I was. She caught me going through her bras and panties, so she spanked me.

As I grew older, I missed Jane and how her spankings changed my life. I went to college and moved away from my parents, and dated a few women. So I was surprised during my last year in college, during the holidays, to get a letter from Jane. She said that she was getting married in early January, and that she wanted me to be part of her wedding party. The letter went on to say that I was one of her most favorite friends, and hoped that I would accept her invitation.

Her wedding date was before my college classes began again, so I accepted her offer. She was marrying into a wealthy family, so almost everything was arranged for me and I didn't have to use much of my own money. Jane mailed back to me airline tickets, a voucher for a taxi to the hotel, and my hotel reservations. The wedding was going to take place in a large old church in the middle of the city, and the hotel was only a block away from the church. Most of the hotel was filled with her wedding party and nearly all of her guests.

She was very organized with her wedding plans. I would arrive on Thursday afternoon, and on Friday morning, be measured and pick up my rental tux. Late Friday afternoon would be the wedding rehearsal, followed by a dinner. Her wedding was to take place on Saturday at four in the afternoon, followed by a reception that had a fully catered dinner. I was grateful that Jane had my flight back booked on Monday, so I would have Sunday to relax and enjoy the city.

My flight went very well, and I was surprised at the nice large room she had reserved for me at the hotel. The tuxedo rental place was only a few blocks from the hotel, and I had no trouble with the tux rental. Jane had also prepaid for my tux rental. Everybody was so busy, that I didn't get a chance to see and talk to Jane until her wedding rehearsal. I thanked her for everything and soon the rehearsal started. Jane told me that she really wanted to talk to me some more after the rehearsal dinner.

At the rehearsal, I found out that I was paired up with one of Jane's younger friends, Linda. She was also in her last year of college and was always a close friend of Jane. I guess that Jane had been her mentor, and she had been a really close friend for the last six years. At the rehearsal, they told us that the pictures would be taken at one o'clock, and probably take two hours. This would give us a whole hour to relax and prepare for the wedding.

The rehearsal dinner was a full five-course dinner back at the hotel. The food was great. Jane came around to me during the dinner and said she wanted to talk to me some more in my hotel room after the dinner. Since I was in a strange city with no evening plans, I told her it would be good to talk to her some. After speaking with the rest of her wedding party, I went up to my room and relaxed. About a half an hour later, I heard a knock on the door and it was Jane. I let her in and we talked on the couch. I had grown much bigger since she took care of me at age eighteen, and my voice had gotten deeper. She told me that I would make a great husband for a woman, someday.

Then the conversation turned to when she had taken care of me when I was eighteen. "I have so many pleasant memories of that summer, that is why I wanted you to be in my wedding party. You will always remain my one of my most favorite friends."

"I am grateful to be part of your wedding party." I replied.

"Remember when I caught you in the guest room going through my bra and panties and what I did to you?"

"Yes, you spanked me and had me wear panties while you stayed with me." I said.

"You do remember. Good for you."

"Those spankings actually taught me more respect for women. So I was happy to see you, again. I was hoping that you would spank me, again." I said.

"So do you still wear those panties I bought you?" Jane asked.

"As you can see, I have grown a lot since then, so they no longer fit me."

"Clyde, pretend that I am babysitting you and stand in front of me with your hands on your head. You have been a naughty boy and I just caught you going through my things."

I stood in front of her and she unbuckled my belt, unzipped me, and brought my slacks to my ankles. Soon my underpants were also at my ankles. Now I stood in front of Jane, naked from the waist down. I had an instant erection, standing before her like this.

"As I remember, you reacted the same way when you were eighteen." Jane examined my penis and balls and said, "you need to shave down here if you are to wear my panties during the wedding. Stay right here with your hands on top of your head, while I run back to my room to get some things. Where is your room key?"

"On the television." I replied.

"Stay right there. I'll be back shortly."

I felt sort of funny, standing with my hands on my head, and naked from the waist down. But in a few minutes, Jane walked in the room carrying a bag.

She pulled out a razor and some shaving cream. She then went into the bathroom and came out with a warm washrag and towel. "Stand still. I don't want to accidentally cut you." Soon I felt the coolness of the shaving cream, and the cool air around my now hairless penis and balls.

"Before I try my panties on you, I believe you deserve a good spanking. Go over my knees so that I may spank you." Jane was wearing a short skirt with pantyhose. She hiked up her skirt and soon I could feel her soft smooth legs under my body. My erect penis dangled between her legs. She closed her legs together, so I was tightly in position. "I am happy to hear those spankings you helped change your life."

"I now treat women with a lot more respect since you spanked me." I said.

"So let me turn you white bottom a nice shade of red." The Jane started to spank me. Since it had been a few since Jane had last spanked me, it took a little bit of time to get used to. She started with softer spanks, and they became harder and harder as time went on. It was nice to smell her perfume, feel my bottom warm up, and be totally under the control of Jane. Soon the spanks were starting to sting and I began to squirm a bit.

"Don't move around so much. Your spanking is almost over with." Jane said. After a few more spanks, Jane said, "You can stand up now."

I stood up and my hands quickly went back and rubbed my poor bottom. Meanwhile, Jane reached into the bag and pulled out three pairs of panties. "Stand with your arms behind your back as I try these on you." Then I had to step into each pair of panties as Jane pulled them up and examined me in them. All three had a lot of little lace on them, and she thought a pink pair fit me the best. They were made out of very thin silk and barely held my erect penis in them.

"Be sure you wear these to the wedding, tomorrow. I want to remember that you have a well-spanked butt and you are wearing my panties in the wedding pictures."

"But I will feel so embarrassed. What if someone notices?" I pleaded.

"That is why I wanted you in the ceremony, and why you are one of my favorite friends. I need to see my other guests, now. See you tomorrow." Then Jane took her bag and left my room.