Spanking Story: When Harry Spanked Sally

Harry looked out of the window as another woosh of snow blew past outside as they sat in the warmth and glow of the initimate restaurant. His companion, Sally, sat opposite finishing off her desert of strawberries and cream in that deliberate and studious way that always made him smile. She was, as his mother used to say, a bit of a "fusspot".

"Walking in a winter wonderland..." murmured Harry, picking up a napkin to dab his lips. Sally glanced up at him then out into the dark seeing the snowflakes silhouetted in the arc of lamplight across the way.

"Ohhh, its snowing Harry, look !!" she smiled like a child,"I do so love winter."

"I know you do. Remember the time we went skating on the lake ? Or, hey, what about last Christmas when we built that snowman and you stuck the carrot in the wrong place. Naughty, naughty !!" he laughed.

Sally blushed. "I was wasn't I ?" she whispered bending forward over the table so no one else could hear her confession, her eyes glancing across to the other tables. Harry sat back and wiggled his brows before winking. He felt good, life was good, had been good and he had good friends like Sally with whom he could share his love of eating out.

He had known Sally for most of his adult life, they had met years ago in college studying English Lit. He had noticed her straight away, she stood out from the crowd like a beacon with her shoulder length crinkly strawberry blonde hair, shapely figure, though she usually hid it under volumnious sweaters and roomy skirts and baggy trousers, and slightly lost appearance. But the thing he liked most about her was her eyes. They were Disney like, big, round and deep blue. With her always slightly bemused expression they made her look so innocent as if she wanted to say "Nooooo really ??!!" all the time. Like now.

They were friends, good friends but just friends. He was 40, she was 38. They had both loved, lost and consoled each other many a time by ordering ice cream and sitting in front of tv watching "Its a Wonderful Life." Every evening they'd ring each other to tell of their day, work and all that. Discuss things, problems needing solving, intimate things...well, sort of. "No secrets." Sally had said one night last week suddenly as they sat on the sofa watching the game. Harry agreed after a seconds musing. Truth or dare.

Truth.

Sally had collapsed in a fit of the giggles. "You're into what ?!!"

 

Spanking Story: The Spanking Agency 4

It was a cold December day and the smell of snow lingered in the air as the shadowy figure of a man made his way through the park towards the small boating lake situated on its south side.

Nature was in hibernation, the flower beds were bare of colour and the wind whistled through the skeletal fingers of the trees with a ghostly whisper.

Not that the man noticed as he sat down at a particular bench to wait, he had far more important things on his mind this December day.

*

Sally Albright glanced up at the supermarket clock and groaned to herself as she released she was going to be late.

The queue she was in seemed to stretch for miles and moving in slow motion as she muttered under her breath wishing they'd hurry up. Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, she plopped her basket on the till and waited as the shop asistant scanned her groceries through the infra-red beam accompanied by the beep of bar code recognition.

Finally, smiling as the young man packed for her and handed her her shopping she quick walked through the milling shoppers and out into the crisp December air.

 

Spanking Story: He Tarzan She Jane

Brenda Turpin looked up from behind her desk at the sound of a slight cough and an "Er, excuse me, I was er wondering can you help me please ?"

Brenda automatically reached up to pat her greying perm and straightened her nametag. Smiling politely as she was trained to do, the fifty year old mother of four and recently divorced from a no-good layabout whom she had discovered was dipping his wick in other wells, offered the young lady standing before her a seat. "Yes of course, how may I be of service ?" she said sweetly as she had done countless times that day, week, month and God knows how many years.

Rachel Green, a twenty-five year old brunette, single and unemployed nodded and pulled out the chair and sat wriggling for a second to get comfy and compose herself. "Hope so, I was just checking the boards for the latest vacancies and noticed one that sounds interesting. Do you have any more details ?" she asked. "Lets have a look shall we. What number was it ?"

Rachel looked down at the piece of paper where she had scribbled the vacancies registration number. "Felling 4532, the one asking for a graphic design assistant."

Keying in the number on her computer Brenda waited for the details to come up on her monitor. "Looks like the weathers turning." she smiled making small-talk.

"Hmm, think snows on the way, soon be Christmas." agreed Rachel searching her handbag for a hankie to wipe her nose blue from the cold.

"Ah, here we go. Graphic design assistant," read Brenda,"Thirty-five hours a week, some weekend work might be involved as well. Six pounds an hour. Send a covering letter and curriculm vitae to a Mr Woodward by the 20th of December. Interested ?"

Rachel nibbled her lower lip as she considered her options. Though she didn’t know why. It was fast approaching Christmas and she needed a job. She had no choice and this didn’t sound too bad. She had only one question left to ask. "Sounds fine thanks. What’s the name of the company and where is it ?"

*

Spanking Story: Dominus Domina

Jane was in big trouble.

As usual she'd been seeing how long she could stretch the patience of her new boyfriend by running around their new home in just a blue shirt and skimpy pair of knickers telling him that she wasn't in the mood for sex because she'd be late for work. "But I really will be honey !!" she teased as she gave him a flash of her smashing bottom as she scrambled around looking under their bed for her stockings.

That'd teach her to have another night of unbridled, garment throwing passion. Her new lover sure was a tiger between the sheets as well as between her cheeks !! "Mr Harris is a stickler for good time-keeping and I've already seen what happens when he gets angry."

Jeff grunted. "Oh sure. If that's the best you can do you deserve a sore arse twice over !!" he roared as he jumped up and chased her through to the kitchen where he caught her round the waist and hauled her cursing, squealing and laughing over his bare shoulder and marched her back into the bedroom where he threw her down over his knee.

"NO WAIT JEFF !!" she shrieked, giggling despite herself. "YOU CAN'T. I REALLY WILL BE LATE AND I'LL GET INTO TROUBLE - AGAIN !!!!"

Sensible and reasonable chap that he was - he ignored her and pulled and tugged her knickers down off her bottom and gave it a quick-fire SLAP SLAP SLAP to shut her up. Which of course was totally pointless due to the fact that he had just given her three hard spanks to her very spankable arse. Which of course was totally pointless due to the fact that he had just given her three hard spanks to her very spankable arse.

"YEOWCH - YEOWCH - YEOWCH !!" yipped Jane trying to fend him off and protect her cheeks from any more stinging ringing slaps. "You bastard !!" she growled. "You and your bloody spanking. Is that all you ever think about ?!!"

Jeff licked his lips. "WIth an arse like yours sweetheart it's hard not too. Now shut up and take your lickin like a man.'" he ordered as he easily held down his cursing and struggling girlfriend. He had to admit that the fight was half the fun of the exercise - that and watching her butt turn from a snowy white to a cherry red of course. Though he knew that this time there would be no making up straight afterwards. He sighed. Guess a spanking man can't have everything. He zipped in a few more rat-a-tat raps that had Jane flayling about wildly as she yelped and whined that he was a complete and utter prick.

"Why you - you OUCH !!" his girlfriend cursed as she twisted too and fro trying to reach back with her right hand to fend off his stinging blows which were now peppering her now tingling rump. Why couldn't he wait for later after she was finished her shift at the coffee shop ?!! "Men can be just so bloody unreasonable at times." she winced as another SPLAT echoed around their bedroom. Reaching across, she grabbed a pillow and swung it at him as hard as she could catching him on the side of his head.

In response to her attack Jeff grabbed her by her long blonde hair and gave it a painful tug. "Do that again and I'll go get thewhip. I'm not finished yet dealing with your arse. Now stick it up sweetheart so I can get a few good slaps on it. " he warned her, raising his hand again and bringing it down with a forceful....

"OWWWWWW !!!!" squealed Jane loudly, thinking it best she not wallop him with the pillow again. At the mention of the "W" word she thought submission was definitely the better part of valour at least where that bloody awful thing was concerned.

She only got a taste of THAT when she'd been REALLY bad or naughty. A session with that was not one to take lightly, although she had to admit, the sex afterwards was especially electric.

*

Spanking Story: The English French Maid

Mr Buntz slipped on his white glove and walked over to the dresser as Francesca watched him with rising trepidation.

Standing with her hands behind her back, she bit her lip as he extended a white finger and drew it oh-so slowly along the top of the wood.

There was an ominous pause as he looked at the result, inspecting it closely causing twenty-five year old Miss Francesca to swallow nervously as her employer turned and "tut tutted" as he held out his extended digit, waving it under her pert nose.

"Whats this girl?" he asked.

Francesca stared at the offending smudge going cross-eyed with fright as she felt her insides turn to jelly for she knew exactly what was coming. "Er..it..its dust Sir." she mumbled not able to meet his warped gaze through his thick frames.

"I KNOW its dust girl," he rumbled threateningly. "I want you to tell me WHAT ITS DOING THERE?!!" he finished, his voice rising as he loomed over her as she stood fidgetting in her "quaint" maid's uniform.

"Er, I...er...dunno Sir." she replied lamely, realising she was in for an uncomfortable evening judging by the rising colour of Mr Buntz's purplish face and the wriggly lines adorning his furrowed forehead.

"Dunno, DUNNO?!" he shouted going potty. "What sort of answer is that you silly girl?" he thundered as he quickly stripped off the offending glove with a snort of disgust and tossed it onto the bed.

Acting like an apoplectic Headmaster, he puffed himself up and pointed ominously towards the door. "You know the rules my girl. Get your fat arse down to my office and bring back my things. Right now do you hear me!!" he ordered grasping her by her bare arm, spinning her around and giving her short-skirted bum a hefty wallop to send her on her way with an "Owch..yes Sir!!" as she stumbled out of the room in her high-heels.

Oh golly gosh gumdrops.

Her big bum in for it now!!

 

Spanking Story: FRIENDS 3

THE ONE WHERE ROSS AND RACHEL ARE ON A BREAK AND JOEY DISCOVERS RACHEL'S ONE HOT BABE WITH A KINKY SECRET.

Part 1.

In Phoebe's apartment Joey was being serious.

"But I just don't get it Pheebs. How could they just like, break up?!" He shook his head as he and Phoebe sat together on her sofa devouring their way through an express espresso frisbee sized with everything pan-pizza. "I mean, this is Rachel and Ross we're talking about here. They were meant to be together. Like Fred and Wilma. Like Starsky and Hutch. I just don't get it. I wonder what the problem was?" he frowned.

This was not good. He was the sort of guy who liked everything in his life to run smoothly and that included his friend's personal relationships.

Phoebe Boufette licked her lips then her fingers clean, one at a time. "Sex."

"Huh?" Joey wore an expression that was like a blank canvas. Sex? No way could it be that. After all, he was an expert in such things and he would of known if it was something like that. His brow furrowed for it suddenly occurred to him that he hadn't had a girlfriend in like, a whole month. Four weeks?!! He really needed to get back into the ballgame as soon as possible. He, Joey Tribbiani needed to keep his well oiled machine - well oiled. He wondered if that cute sales assistant at that big department store on Upper West Side was still available for a date. He figured he still had her phone number lying around his apartment - somewhere.

Phoebe got up from the sofa and took the pizza box to the waste disposal before raiding the fridge. Of course it was sex. It was ALWAYS sex. Boy, people can be so in denial sometimes. She came back to sit beside Joey and handed him a cool beer. He still had that cute "hello…anyone home?" expression on his face. Joey, good old non-complicated Joey. "Yes Joey, sex." she said firmly again. "How did all your relationships break up?"

Joey raised a characteristic eyebrow at that question. That one was a bit too near the knuckle for comfort. His eyebrow got higher as he went mentally through the reasons for all those he could remember. Ding ding. "Er, ah." he muttered sheepishly, unable to meet her knowing gaze. "Sex too I guess."

"See. You can have the IQ of the brainiest person that ever lived but it all comes down to how much or how little you're getting. Simple huh?" she smiled. "I'm a people person. I really should have been a psychiatrist like Dr Ruth. I am the knower of and solution to like all of the worlds' problems."

But Joey was still frowning. "Ok so it's like sex k." he said. "But this is Rachel we're talking about here Pheebs. We are talking about a woman who put the x in porn here." His eyes were wide open and his head was nodding in that determined way he had as if to emphasis his point - no matter how dumb it was. He paused for a second and frowned like he had thought of something really - really - mind bogglingly terrible. "You don't think that Ross got suddenly gay do you?" he blurted out.

Phoebe shrugged as she sipped her beer. She'd noticed lately how Joey had always somehow managed to engineer Rachel into his every conversation. "Ross is too much of the drama queen to be gay, though he does seem to be developing a queer taste for sleeveless sweaters and watching QVC lately. OO OO hey, if he is really going gay do you think he would help me with my décor?" she asked brightly.

*

It was Wednesday and Rachel was at work sitting behind her plush desk on whose top sat a pile of paperwork >----------< this high. But her mind was on anything but her work. It had been a week since she and Ross had split up. The reason for breaking up was something they had seen coming from a long way off. It had been a long fuse on a slow burn. Despite everything, the companionship, good sex (but not great - her fault?) and the spanking it had somehow gone pear shaped.

She swizzled around in her chair until she was looking out of her office window at the cityscape below. Even despite the spanking. So much for the others always telling them their relationship "ever since high school was meant to be". She felt a deep sadness in her heart for she had discovered how much Ross had wanted her back then. But times moves on and people change. Even true love can fade - despite the spanking.

She lifted a hand and rubbed her temple. Things had got complicated real fast. Since when did spanking go to the top of her list of most important things in a relationship? Ever since the first time he slapped her big fat Greek ass. But in reality, the reason was sadly so simple. The thrill had gone. The zip, zing, pizzaz - whatever, had gone. Work had contributed too she realised. It had been much easier when she worked as a waitress in Central Perk just serving coffee. But through circumstance, she had moved up in the world to land her dream job. He had his professional life and she had hers. They had drifted apart and the spark just wasn't there anymore.

Even despite the spanking. The spanking. She sighed. Now that was one thing she would really, really miss. What would the next man in her life think of her if on their first date she asked him "Do you spank?" She made a face. That would never EVER happen for there was no way she could be so bold. It was all his fault. "Damn you Ross Geller." she whispered out loud. "Why did you have to spank my ass?" She got to her feet and rested her head against the glass looking down at the worker ants far below. Sighing, a face suddenly appeared into her consciousness - someone totally unexpected at that moment.

She smiled as the face asked her. "Yo Rach, how's your ass doin' ?"

*

Spanking Story: The Spanking Agency 3

Catherine Turner clicked open the door and stared upwards.

"Oh, heck !" she muttered between her perfect teeth. Why did the office have to be on the first flipping floor ? Climbing Mount Everest would be easier AND less painful.

Best get on.

"Ouch."

"Ow."

"Geez."

"Hmmmm ahhhh."

With each stair taken, her little yelps of distress got louder and louder. Cathy, wincing with pain shook her pretty red head. "All because some daft bugger wanted to cane a nun."

*

Dolly looked up from her desk as the door to the office opened and in walked, rather stiffly the youngest member of the Agency.

Catherine Turner had barely turned eighteen when she had presented herself with the nine other ladies for the interview.

Even Molly was surprised at the young looking woman. "Are you sure you're eighteen?" she had asked.

"Cross my heart Miss Malone." she had replied with wide eyed innocence. As things turned out, Cathy Turner was a seasoned pro of the red bummed brigade.

Dolly smiled with amusement at the memory. She got to her feet and came around her desk as the younger woman stood in the middle of the floor with an "I'm in agony.!!" grimace on her screwed up face. Dolly wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulder.

"Sweetheart, are you alright?"

Cathy nodded. "Ooooh Dolly, I would be if I had someone else's bum...cor mine doesn't half sting!" she whistled in reply.

Dolly laughed. "Rather you than me flower. Here sit yourself down and I'll make us a nice cup of tea, hmmm"

Cathy shook her head, her red shoulder length hair flying. "Sit, you must be joking Dolly!!" she grunted, wobbling stiffly to the small couch in the corner. "Not with the state of my arse, ....bloody cane!!"

Dolly smiled at her friends childish petulance. All show of course. Dolly knew all about Miss Turner's little quirks and kinks."Well dear, you did say you liked to take a caning didn't you hmmm?"

Cathy turned and slowly settled her bum on the soft seat. "OW. Flipping OW, I bet that silly bugger has drawn blood, I tell you Dolly he didn't half lay into my arse. OW hmmmmm, ahhh, that's better. Just throbbing a bit now."

Dolly giggled at the comical sight of the jack-in-the-box easing her arse down on the padded couch like an aeroplane having a bumpy landing. Serves her right!! Dolly poured them both a hot cup of tea and brought it over to where Cathy sat still wincing at the sting. "So, come on then, tell your Auntie Dolly all about it, I want every juicy detail mind." grinned Dolly over the rim of her cup.

Cathy reached forward and picked up her cup from the coffee-table. "Nosey," she smiled, but continued on. "Well I guess it went like this......"