Working Late (a strap-on and spanking short story)

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I thought so," she said in the same quiet voice. "I think you're going to be sorry to get your wish. I'm going to strap you and I'm going to do a good job. Now, hold out your hand."

The following year the invitation was reciprocated and we went to the US to stay with them. By then I was 14, almost turning 15. Now mind, dinnae cry oot when he belts ye. He's a bastard and enjoys hearin' us yell.' Ah did it once an' he jist laughed and gied me a double-hander.' Before Thomas realised what was happening, the agony erupted with increased intensity across his bottom and the room filled with screams. Miss Craven sat down with a sparkle in her eye, flushed with excitement and a smile on her face, as she waited for the screaming and writhing to subside. A gentle tap, then what! Bloody hell, the hardest so far! “Four ma’am.” My fingers were starting to go numb from gripping the table so hard, and my bum was just plain on fire. He remembered being tied to a chair wearing only his briefs, tightly bound, gagged and blindfolded. After an hour of teasing, he was told to bring himself off while Kim watched. It was humiliating but exciting.

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Thomas changed his route to school after that incident, always fearing that a woman wielding a cane would be waiting behind the gate for him when he passed by. The image of her haunted him. Even now, fifteen years later, the image he had manufactured in his own head, made him nervous each time he had to pass near to 'Wood End House'.

You can keep my my money until I do," he replied at once, desperate to say anything to avoid any more strokes of the cane biting into his burning, throbbing bottom.Then I talk seriously to her, show her the nature of the fault, and the need of punishment as a cure. Next I put on the waist band, after having told her that if she submits quietly no one needs to know; if she struggles I must call in help (girls generally prefer to be quiet). Two more to go. I’ll lay these on a bit, honey, OK?” What? Lay them on! What the hell were the other six? Fun pats? Not long after that Dana was off at a college and it was mainly just Shayla and I spanking each other. A few times a year Dana would return home and on at least two occasions, we told her she deserved a spanking and we each gave her a really good one. She didn't seem to mind and went along with it. A lawyer, in charge of his firm's dress code, uses his position to administer corporal punishment. (2,360 words.) I was speechless – two or three? How come I got eight? And ‘love taps’. My bottom told me very firmly that swats five and six were hard and the last two about as hard as she could manage. I am sure Val enjoyed paddling me.

This did nothing to assuage my mounting terror as I watched. There was a specific technique to receiving the belt, requiring the victim to hold both hands out , palms upward and one hand supporting the other. The belt was not designed to draw blood but rather...to hurt, and one girl who was apparently a habitual latecomer, received a 'double-hander' which meant first one hand was belted, then the supporting hand was placed uppermost to receive the same treatment. Well I don't usually pay a fifty percent deposit," she replied firmly, "I pay when the work is completed to my satisfaction. When can you start?"Mark untied the crotchrope tormenting Kim noting how Kim’s pussy had wet the strands that were inserted into her.

Aunt Jenny arrived, saw the damage and learned from the neighbours what had gone on. We were sent to her bedroom. Once there, we held each other, trembling, and started to cry. She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. It was cold. So cold, sitting here, naked, on this solitary plastic chair. A single bulb hung above her, the only frail source of light or warmth in this lonely place.

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AsaJones on Protected: Protected: In Three’s ~ No-9 – ‘Princess Spanky Gets A Job’, Part Two – Part 10… The spanking took a long time -- twenty minutes, by no coincidence -- and by the end my hand was aching. I could see why Mom was using the hairbrush more and more with us. I might be biased, but my twin and I got the raw end of the deal. Though we were younger than Dana, it was too much trouble for Mom to use different implements for different girls, so once Dana switched to a new punishment tool, we all did. That meant Shayla and I got everything a year earlier than Dana had. Unfair! Last week, I found myself at Cafe Gratitude in Los Angeles, eating a gluten-free scone and fuming about gender, as one does in 2016. On the receiving end of my rant was my friend “Lori,” a 23-year-old MFA student studying queer theory. I was saying something like, “Sure, it’s cool that we live in this post-everything world where gender is over and hetero-normativity is off-trend and all the rules of sexuality have been thrown out the window. Life is more free now. But we’re also being forced to ask ourselves some serious questions. Like, ‘Does shaving my armpits make me a bad feminist?’ And, more pressingly, ‘Is my strap-on a symbol of male supremacy?’ And if so, should I set it on fire as a performance art piece?”