A Whipping With a Riding Crop

Jane climbed down from the horse, sweaty from an afternoon ride and smiling at the fun. She patted Lucky and went to fill a bucket with something tasty for him. When she got back she fed him and took care of all the little things that make a horse comfortable. She turned around to see her Mother standing there suddenly, which was unexpected.

Jane was only 20, but extremely bright and independent for her age. She had pretty dark brown hair tied back in a ribbon, and beaming blue eyes. She didn't realize that soon her pretty eyes would be welling up with tears, her independence having gotten her in trouble again. Her mother casually tossed her backpack at her feet near the front of the stable area she was coming out of.

Her Mother believed very strongly that underage people shouldn't drink, except perhaps for a special occasion with something light like champagne, and under adult supervision. Jane staunchly held her own opinion about such things, she figured that if she could consider joining the military at her age she should also be able to get a beer if she wanted one and knew how to behave. At college she drank with her friends occasionally and never got in trouble, and was even honest with her Mum about it. The Mother had expressed disapproval but accepted that her daughter was in some ways a grown woman. The comment she had made about it months earlier was that she understood and hoped she'd be careful, but that she better not ever catch her doing that at home before her next birthday.

It was Summer now and Jane was back at the family ranch, and she had forgotten all about that. She was now very used to all her new adult freedoms. When she packed to come home she still had half a bottle of Jack Daniels and some Tequila, and she put the bottles in her bag. She didn't want to waste the expensive liquor.

The bag at her feet made Jane very afraid, particularly when she looked up to see her Mother standing there fuming. She told her daughter firmly that there was to be no underage drinking in her house ever, and that since she was so childishly disrespectful and disobedient she was going to be punished appropriately.

The hair on the back of her neck stood up because she suddenly remembered all of the many spankings she got as a younger girl. It had been years, but her Mother had that tone. Decisive. Jane didn't have long to think about it as she watched her mother pull a chair from the edge of the wall to a well lit spot under a hanging light bulb. This seemed very ominous to Jane.

Her Mother wouldn't have gone through her things, but she had tripped on the bag which her daughter had left open, and knocked out it's contents. She explained that to Jane, who was getting more pale by the minute. The girls Jaw dropped when she was told that she first get a spanking like a naughty little girl, for simply having disregarded her Mother's wishes. Then, because she was no longer a little girl, a more memorable punishment would follow. She didn't say what, only that Jane would make it much worse for herself if she didn't acceppt it with as much grace as she could muster.

Sitting on the chair her Mother magically produced the same hairbrush she had been spanked with more than a few times as a girl, and made Jane pull down her raiding pants and pretty satin panties. Shaking, Jane complied, feeling like the straw covered ground might disappear under her feet. She nearly fell into position across her Mothers lap, and the lady began to paddle her bottom with the brush with no remorse about delivering a good hard spanking. She lectured her about respecting others and herself, and how she expected that a real spanking would make her really think more carefully next time.

Jane squirmed across her mother's lap, the hard smacks seeming unbearable. Had it hurt this much when she was younger, she wondered? Her soft skin became very tender and hot quickly, and she begged her mom to stop. To no avail, just as it had been the last time her Mother spanked her, the punishment continued until she was crying and kept going.

Finally her Mother put the hairbrush down, which was a great relief for a second. Then she remembered what her Mother had said before she spanked her with the hairbrush. Now she was made to get up and lay across the chair, while her Mother got her riding crop.

It slashed through the air and collided with both of her bottom cheeks at once in a burning line of fire. Again and again the crop landed, not just the tip, but the whole length of the little whip. Jane yelled out and her mother paused to tell her that it really didn't matter how much noise she made, they were in a stable in the country. She was going to get the whipping she deserved weather she liked it or not.

Line after line landed on the girls bottom as she apologized and tears streamed down her face.

Finally it stopped and her mother let her get up and pull her cloths back on. She told her that she was almost proud of her for taking her punishment so well, and she'd save the bottles for her 21st birthday.

A Spanking for the Naughty Maid

The beautiful blonde girl wiggled, her long hair streaming over her shoulder and down towards the hard wood floor underneath them. Her sexy little French maid costume was askew, the back of it pulled up exposing her soft round fleshy bottom. She was laid across a strong looking man’s lap, and he had her held in place so tightly that she couldn’t have wiggled out of it even if she tried. He was slapping her bare bottom repeatedly, spanking her quite soundly. His hand came down across her ass in a particularly hard swat and she moaned out loud, but he hushed her and told her that she had been very naughty. She had this coming for a long time, he reminded her, and continued to spank her with quick hard smacks that left a hot stinging impression.

She had been wearing white panties that matched the costumes cute little apron, but they were now tangled just above her knees. It had the effect of making it harder for her to move her legs to avert the blows that seemed to rain down unending. She was actually about 26, but she looked more like she was sixteen in the outfit, which amused him greatly. She felt more like a naughty little girl who was being punished every second, as the sounds of him smacking her butt rang in her ears. How had she gotten herself into this position again, she wondered, but had trouble focusing.

Just when she thought it was getting really bad and she couldn’t take the stinging sensation he picked up the hairbrush. It was wooden and old fashioned, and she knew what was coming. She begged him not to use the brush, but he told her to stop making such a fuss and began to swat her bottom with it. He reminded her that he had been lenient, that she got away with too many things, and while he might help her out sometimes there had to be a line where she paid some kind of price-- and this time it was going to be in the form of a very long spanking. She whimpered at that and he continued to paddle her bare ass with the hairbrush until it was almost glowing red.

He made her get up and stand in the corner for a few moments, holding her skirt up to expose her reddened bottom. He thought it was kind of cute framed by the little dress, and told her so. He also told her that he didn’t think it was cute when she behaved like a really naughty little girl, and he planned to remind her further of what that can earn a girl. After she stood there for the eternity of five minutes with her hot bottom throbbing, he made her lay over his desk and push her naughty little bottom up into the air. She heard the clanking of metal as he undid his belt and he stomach tightened with anticipation.

It made an awful sound as it came through the air landing in a powerful crack across her bottom. Again and again he whipped her with the stiff thick leather belt. Tears welled in her eyes as it came down harder. Sixty times it whipped her poor bare bottom, her trying desperately to stay in place until he was done. Finally he stopped and asked his lover if she thought she’d let him catch her reading spanking stories when she promised to do the dishes again tomorrow. She composed herself after a long minute and kissed him deeply.

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Looking for A Strict Aunt?

F/f spanking , hand and hairbrush

She had been looking for another woman to “play” with for a long time, and by play, I mean she wanted an authoritave strong woman to pull her across her lap and paddle her bare bottom. The lady was straight and had played around this way with boyfriends before, but the focus seemed to much to edge towards sex. It wasn’t that she didn’t like having sex, but the part of her brain that was turned on by spanking was somehow different than the part of her brain that liked it when her body was explored in a pleasuring way. It seemed a hard thing to explain to the men who had been in her life, not that they weren’t nice guys. That was part of the problem, she wanted the spanking to hurt and make her feel like a naughty little girl being punished, and somehow that didn’t work whenever the guy in the situation would stop the spanking in progress to ask softly “Honey baby doll, does that feel good? Is my naughty little girl enjoying it?” Not that that didn’t make her giggle and have fun with it, but somehow it wasn’t quite what she was looking to experience.

So she started to fantasize about being spanked by another woman. She imagined the role relationship as authorative, stern, but not abusive. She remembered stories she had heard as a girl from other young ladies at school, about how their Mothers had punished their naughty behavior with a swift and firm spanking; sometimes using things like a hairbrush, a ping pong paddle, or a wooden spoon. She remembered back to her childhood, how confusing it was when she heard those stories, because she’d go home and re-imagine how it happened as she fell asleep. Sometimes she would even dream of a strong maternal figure disciplining her and insisting she be a good girl, and would wake up sweating. She felt frightened of the dreams, and as frightened as she was, she felt equally turned on in a way that confused her. Who would want to be spanked?

She did. As an adult she had already tried it with a number of lovers, but it wasn’t going somehow to the place she wanted, and she remembered those old daydreams again. When it finally happened it was almost a surprise. She had idly been looking through personals adds, a private little pleasure. She never really responded to them, just read them for amusement and the occasional erotic thrill. This one she responded to, although at the time it was more a game than something she expected she’d follow through on. It just sounded so much like one of her fantasies.

STRICT AUNT SEEKING NICE BUT NAUGHTY NIECE

You know that your Aunt has been lonely, living by herself in that big old Victorian mansion. She would like to go on a little vacation with you. You know that she’s strict, but also a lot of fun, and maybe want some time away from the daily grind. She’s more than willing to cover dinner, entertainment, and hotel costs while you take a fantasy vacation with her; although she’s warned you that if you don’t behave like a good young lady should she’ll be responsible to punish you in the old fashioned way. Serious inquiries only, just consensual BDSM fun woman to woman, NSA.

She couldn’t help but respond to the ad because she was curious, although she didn’t really expect or hope that it would lead to anything. The idea secretly thrilled her, but she also didn’t want to hook up with some crazy lunatic or some diesel dyke that might want completely different things. This one sounded different, however, and she sent the woman who posted it a private message from the perspective of a sweet but sassy niece.

They wrote back and fourth for a couple of weeks, and she discovered that her “Auntie” didn’t lived about an hour away, near a pretty little tourist town with a lakefront. The older woman invited her to meet her for dinner at a posh seafood restaurant next to a charming old fashioned hotel, and offered to get a room for the night. If they hit it off in person, she’d stay with her at the hotel that night, and if not she could drive herself back…no pressure to agree before getting to know one another more. The only catch wasn’t really a catch, the dominant woman wanted her to pretend for the outing that she really was her niece, and that they were catching up after not having seen each other since she was a child. It sounded like a fun game.

She met with the lady and they had a fantastic dinner, laughing over a glass of wine and ‘catching up’, exchanging in their conversation some real life stories and views. When dinner was over she decided that she wanted to stay the night with her Aunt, and they went over to the hotel where the lady had already made reservations.

She had been instructed to bring a girlish pretty nightgown and to wear clean white cotton panties, but not to worry about anything else. When they got into the hotel room her Aunt told her she should go get ready for bed. Nervously, she did so, although there had been no treat of a spanking yet. She knew it was coming, that taking it this far meant it would be happening.

When she came out of the bathroom dressed in her pretty white and blue nightgown, her Aunt was sitting on the bed, and patted the mattress indicating that she should sit down next to her. The lady told her she wanted to have a little discussion. She knew that the young woman had been having trouble finding the right job, and she focused on that as she explained that she thought the problem was that she lacked discipline. Her Aunt looked at her and stated that she thought she knew exactly what she needed, and asked her what she thought.

Unsure how to respond her voice was shaky as she admitted that she sometimes had problems staying on track, but that she did really try. She didn’t want to admit, suddenly, that she wanted to be spanked. Her Aunt shook her head and said that she wasn’t being very honest with herself, and that it was an important thing in life. Then she said it. Her Aunt said in a matter of fact way that she needed a good spanking to put her back on track.

The girls eyes opened wide and she didn’t know what to say. She didn’t have to, because now her Aunt was simply telling her what to do. “Go get the big wooden hairbrush out of my tote bag.” The woman ordered. Without really thinking or meaning it the girl blurted out very naturally “But I don’t want a spanking.” The woman next to her narrowed her eyes and started at her sternly as she said “Yes you do, or you wouldn’t behave in such a way. I mean to teach you a lesson and give you the kind of reminder you’ll remember for a long time.”

Feeling flabbergasted and not wanting to argue something she didn’t really want to argue, she went and fetched the hairbrush. “That’s a good girl.” Her new Aunt told her, in a way that seemed sinister and loving all at once.

Soon she found herself across the other woman’s lap, her nightgown hiked up and exposing her firm and curvaceous bottom. The lady started to smack her backside with her hand, over the crisp white cotton panties that seemed so girlish. The slaps across her rear end weren’t exactly light, but they weren’t so hard that she couldn’t stand it. She managed to lay there like a good girl for her Aunt as the woman firmly spanked all over her panty clad bottom, and the sting and heat began to rise and feel a little sore. She could still breathe through it, and as much as part of her feared the spanking, she also didn’t want it to end too soon. Her relatively calm acceptance started to shift suddenly, as the woman yanked at the waistband of her underwear, telling her to pull them down.

She lifted a little and swiftly the panties came down around her thighs, and the older woman picked up the hairbrush. Her Aunt felt her muscles tense, and told her to settle down, that she knew she had this coming. Quickly, her Aunt started to paddle her bare bottom with the hard back of the big wooden hairbrush. The girl let out a loud “Oww!”, and the woman threw a pillow under her face, telling her she better burry it in that and not make such a fuss. She kept spanking her with the hairbrush, intent on delivering a real and hard spanking.

The girls heart rate sped up and she felt panicked as the lady kept whacking her butt with increasing strength and speed. She could no longer concentrate on being calm about it, her legs kicking a little involuntarily. The woman kept paddling her, and she knew her ass must be glowing red. Her face flushed with embarrassment to know that she had courted this, and it hurt like a thousand bee stings at once. Her Aunt started to lecture her on the importance of being honest with yourself, and how a good work ethic and more focus and discipline would be good for her life. It pulled psychological strings as well as physical ones, and she started crying, unsure of how much more she could bear.

Her Aunt did not seem moved by her sudden display of emotional distress, and the spanking continued, making her bottom hotter and hotter. A few very long moments later her Aunt stopped, setting the hairbrush down next to them, and stroking the girls hair. She made her stand up and lift her nightgown so she could see, and then told her to go look in the mirror at it and see what happens to a naughty girls bottom. In the mirror she saw that her butt was quite red, almost puffy, and had some little bruises starting to come up from where some particularly hard smacks had landed repeatedly. When she came back from looking at her abraded bottom in the mirror, her Aunt had poured them both a little glass of wine.

The lady asked if she was okay, and though breathless she indicated that she was. They talked for a while and finished their drinks, and her Aunt put some soothing classical music on the radio and told her it was time to go to sleep. This was the first time they played, and it led to a very good friendship that continued to be punctuated by this kind of playtime which she grew to fear and love all at once.

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