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.

Spanking Shorts #1- Work Before Play

I'm also working on a series of short-short spanking stories, around 1,000 words each; where the story is mostly action with little bits of plot revealed as the spanking happens. Here's the first one, what do you all think? I also decided to add this one to the new eBook, which is part of a series of spanking short stories I've put together.

Work Before Play

M/f – bare bottom hand spanking

She had been very naughty, and she knew it as her roommate was pulling her up off the floor. He had at least taken meticulous care as he unplugged her headphones from her laptop, so she could actually hear him. He asked how long she had been playing video games, which he had apparently asked her several times while she was unable to hear him with the sound turned up. Stunned, she told him for a little bit, and that she was just taking a break. It was the sharp tone in his voice when he stated “that’s a lie and a fabrication.” That sent shivers down her spine as he had purposefully picked her laptop up from her lap and set it on a table next to the couch she was leaning against. To her, these things seemed to occur almost all at once, as she became aware that he was pulling her up off her seat, sitting down on the couch behind her, and pulling her in a smooth motion across his lap. To herself she immediately thought, ‘This can’t possibly be good.’

Her sudden realization was punctuated by a sharp slap across her bottom that made her squeal. It wasn’t that she didn’t know exactly what he meant to do as he had pulled her into that position, but somehow the sharp instant sting surprised her like it always did. Almost embarrassed at her obvious reaction she tried to calm herself down with a quick deep breath, which didn’t seem to help this time as the initial smack turned into a rain of blows. There was apparently not going to be a discussion about this one. The sting intensified spreading across both cheeks, and she let out a much quieter but more genuine little moan. The pinstripe slacks she was wearing provided no protection, though just as she thought that she felt his other hand move on her waist tugging at the top of her trousers. She dropped her shoulders and felt her moistening eyes plead, though she was staring up at a spot on the wall and couldn’t make eye contact. She knew better than to argue this anyway.

Her lithe little hands worked underneath her, scraping between the rough texture of his jeans and her smooth fine linen pants. She found the center and undid the clasps on her waistband, unzipping and undoing them as she leaned up just slightly to pull them down. That he had even started to spank her with them still on indicated just how determined he was to do this right now, but there was no question even to her that it wouldn’t end with her modesty so intact. She whimpered a little, but dared not give any real protest to the way things went. Black panties with little lace edges also got yanked down exposing creamy white skin as the flurry of hard slaps continued.

He had her permission to do this anytime he wanted to or thought she deserved it, not that it seemed he needed such permission. There was really nothing she could have done from that position to stop him in the process. His hand landed hard, flexing across her bottom flesh until the creamy pale skin turned pink, then closer to a bright and blushing shade of red. She knew why she was getting spanked, and couldn’t in any honest way argue in her defense. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway, except possibly by making the punishment worse.

The thought of her bare bottom upended in such a childish way embarrassed the pretty young woman of 26. That she had agreed, even asked for this, nearly infuriated her at this point. Yet she couldn’t really be mad, because he had caught her wasting time when she had an important project to be working on. Her bottom burned with a hotter and hotter intensity as he continued spanking her, unaware of her internal thoughts. A deeper breath, and she tried to accept more gracefully the stinging blows as they covered her ass in uncomfortable heat. She knew she shouldn’t have been blowing off time with the video game she liked, and now like a character in some little play she was helpless to the fate that had already been written. She’d be spanked like a child for being naughty, and playing around when she was supposed to be working was definitely naughty. Although she liked being spanked sometimes, this sudden harsh thrashing for something real was not what she enjoyed. He was only smacking her with his hand, but his hand across her bottom felt like it was made of steel or something stronger. Unable to help herself any longer she wailed out loud, her long hair whipping across her face as she tried to turn her head and look up at him pleadingly. She knew better, it was not over yet.

He started to slap not just her fleshy bare bottom, but her upper thighs, and it made her cringe and squeal. She pleaded with him, that she knew she had work to do, and that she’d get right on it if he’d let her up. The spanking continued, him muttering something about how she should have done that earlier. He went back to concentrating on each of her exposed bottom cheeks, her tangled panties a mess around her knees, as she tried not to kick or struggle. She knew that would only make the spanking longer, and possibly encourage him to use something harder. She could tell at least that he knew he was getting his point across already in a memorable way.

Finally the smacking slowed a little and he paused, asking her if she’d finally finish her work now. Emphatically she made promises she meant, and he made some small grunt of agreement. To be sure, he reminded her that he knew she had been naughty and had every bit of this spanking coming, and proceeded to swat her bottom harder and harder until tears spilled down her cheeks and touched her quivering lips. Then he stopped and helped her up, kissing her forehead gently as she got up and straightened her clothing.

Gingerly she sat back down at her desk to finish her work.

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