Spanking Story: Rosie Dixon - Spanked Nurse

 Authors Note: "Isn't it amazing what you find when looking through an old hard drive. I discovered this story about Rosie Dixon!! Blimey, this was one of my very first stories I wrote years ago. I had completely forgot about it until this morning. So here it is. I think its a fun story. Its a bit rough and ready with my punctuation all over the place but I do hope you enjoy reading it. Ian."

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Slipping his fingers into the waistband of her white knickers, he began to tug them down over the cheeks of her fat bum which were still throbbing smartly after the first few spanks her had given her over her underwear.

"Oh..hmmmmmmmmm must you?" sighed the blonde haired girl as she lay over his lap wriggling slightly as his warm hand grazed a particularly sore spot on her upthrust behind.

"Fraid so petal. Remember, its intended to be a punishment to teach you not to be so forgetful in future isn't it?" he replied starkly as the full bulging expanse of her arse popped into view.

"Oh well, s'ppose so, I guess." she sniffed, wishing she wasn't so scatterbrained with her money for look where it had got her........about to be spanked!!

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"Brrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!" shivered Rosie standing in the lobby to the block of flats where she and the other Nurses lived as she shook out her black umbrella sending raindrops flying everywhere. The building, a grey concrete tower, five stories high with around ten individual apartments was situated just across the road from the Royal Victoria Hospital and so was popular with those that worked there. At the sound of her moaning a head popped itself out of the "Enquiries" window as she folded her brolly, wincing as she started to undo the buttons on her bright yellow raincoat.


It was Mr Hardy. Her landlord.


"Hello petal, raining hard?" he smiled as she looked down at the puddle forming round her feet and groaned.


"Its bloomin' tipping it down outside Mr H so it is, oh bugger I'm wet through!!" she sighed slipping off her waterproof to leave her standing shivering in her rather tight white uniform. Watching keenly as she tottered around, Mr H stuck out his tongue and licked his nose as she bent over at the waist trying to straighten her white stockings and giving him a first class view of her rather large white covered bum sticking up at him.

"By gum....." he muttered to himself, smiling innocently as she straightened up and came to stand before him as he looked out through his office window. One thing twenty-four year old Miss Dixon was not and that was lacking in the "well-stacked in all the right places" department for she filled out her uniform with a kind of innocent "umphhhhh" that whenever he saw her had him walking around with a hard-on for the rest of the bloody day!!

"Hard day luv?" he asked trying hard not to stare like a dirty old man.

"Hmmm hmmm, I was on bed bath duty today...blecchhh, never seen so many randy old men Mr H, it was like privates on parade. I tell you Mr H, I didn't know where to look half the time aaaaaaand even some of the buggers offered is money to..to...well, you know." she stuttered to a blushing halt as her landlord bit his lip trying not to laugh at the disgusted look on her pretty young face.

He could just about picture all those old codgers lying in bed when in walked Nurse Dixon with her soap, water and sponge. "Hello Mr So and so...would you like me to give you a bath this morning?" Hah, bet they all thought Christmas had come early the lucky devils!!


"Best get yourself upstairs and dry off before you catch yer death of cold Rosie." he smiled as she reached up to untangle the tats in her long hair, just as he was about to return to his desk a thought occurred to him as he watched the sway of her arse as she made her way to the lift.


"Oh nearly forgot pet, remember its that time of the month again oky-dky?" he called after her as the doors shwooshed open and she stepped in. Rosie blushed and gave him a weak smile.


"Oh crumbs," she thought to herself as the lift shuddered its way up to her 4th floor flat."...the rent!!"


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Spanking Story: When A Spanking Isn't Enough

It was a warm spring day that found yours truly with a day off from the daily grind idly wandering between the shelves of an old backstreet city bookshop that bore the quaint name of "Books ‘R’ Us ". Wandering just about summed it up. That’s the problem with days off work, you invariably find yourself at a loss, bored rigid and wishing you were really back at work so you wouldn't be bored on your day off.

Anyway, I really needed something to take my mind off life, the universe and everything since my last would -be-forever relationship had walked out spectacularly a week ago.

I was probably feeling sorry for myself and now bereft of regular bonking it felt like my scrotum was dragging on the floor. My lack of an emotional and sexual outlet had come about suddenly during a heated row about something I forget with a hysterical Cybil, a drama queen if ever there was one, running round our/now my flat screaming blue murder that I was, to quote delicately, "Uptight, bloody boring and useless in bed!!"

Oh ouch, is that all. Spare my feelings why don't you. At the time that hurt more than I was willing to admit, even if there was more than a grain of truth to it.

As she threw her things in her suitcase, and I stood there like a stuttering idiot, she reached the door and delivered her coup de gras "And you've got a tiny dick too!!" SLAM.

With that, Cybil, the bitch queen from hell, left my life. I stood there stunned for a second watching in the third person as my whole existence went down the proverbial toilet. As things unravelled, I walked to the window and happened to glance out just in time to see a flash blue convertible pull up and Cybil, my Cybil, throw her suitcase into the back and jump in next to a grease ball with slicked black hair and sporting a pair of cool looking shades.

My nice, cosy, humdrum life that had deflated like a lead balloon suddenly went pop.

Why that conniving, lying, two faced little slut !!

In a sudden flash of angered inspiration I flung my window wide open and shouted to the two figures lipo-sucking below "AND YOU'RE A CRAP COCKSUCKER TOO !!" before slamming it shut again enjoying her new beau's rather startled double take no doubt wondering where that rather despiriting bit of information had come from. Despite knowing it was a complete lie, Cybil could suck a golf ball through a straw and make me whimper like a little pup, it made me feel better…..a little.

So here I was, single, sexless and bored browsing in a backstreet bookshop trying to keep my mind off where the hell my next shag was going to come from when an angel spoke to me.

"He's good isn't he ?" said a soft feminine voice from somewhere behind my left shoulder.

Jumping slightly, I turned to find myself staring open mouthed at a young woman of, say, 20 years with dusky blonde straight hair reaching just past her slim shoulders, a figure that was hidden behind sensible clothes consisting of a white blouse, a dark black skirt, legs in black tights and a pair of scuffed low heeled black shoes. She had a pixieish face that tapered into a cutish small chin and was wearing owl like spectacles behind which a pair of wide green eyes twinkled at my confused and blushing state.

Whoa, holy shit. As usual in first meetings with the opposite sex my mind went walkabout as it scrambled around trying to think of something sensible to say. Involuntary, my eyes dropped to the dark divide which peeked alarmingly from the open neck of her blouse which hinted at a pair of breasts that would make Dolly Parton feel inadequate.

Noticing my eyes popping she just smiled a lovely smile.

And those lips. The thought of those slipping slowly over my pecker end, down to my short and curlies before drawing back up with an obscenely sucking pop made me feel like I'd just eating a hot chillie whole. Oh my, where the hell have you been in my life ? Do you want to have my babies? Why'd I have to go through dispiriting relationships with Angela, Lulu, Jenny and finally that slut from hell, Cybil, to get to you? I stood there still mute, doing my best Goofy impersonation with the book clutched to my chest.

"Who ?" was the best I could come up with. Shit Henry, get with the program. I lifted the book and looked at the cover. "Oh Baxter, y..yes very. You a fan?" I finished lamely as she tilted her head to one side as if considering the gibbering wreck in front of her. I'd begun to notice things, little things, like the faint spray of freckles across the bridge of her nose. The fine arch of slightly darker eyelashes. The way she "ummmed" before saying anything and, with a twinge of relief, no rings on her fingers.

It was then I also realised she was pulling a wooden trolley stacked with new paperbacks behind her. "Oh, you er work here ?" I asked.

She turned and picked up a few books in her slim hand. "Ummm huh. Nearly 3 months now. I'm on my gap year at Uni. Figured I needed to earn some money to help pay off my debts and keep the landlord off my back, literally!!" she laughed, with more than a hint of irony. She even turned a delightful shade of pink.

I wanted to beat her landlord senseless and shake his hand for having exquisite taste at the same time. My eyebrows rose at her comment.

She just waved her hand. "Kidding," she grinned. "He's ummmmmmm like 70. Seriously, it isn't easy being a student these days you know," She nodded at the book in my hand. "Its nice to see someone with good taste. Not everyone's a Tolkien or Star Trek groupie. God knows we get plenty of those in here. I like my science fiction more science than fiction and I just love Stephen Baxter."

Trying to ignore the vision of her being ravished by Klingons, I nodded. "Same here, though some of his stuff is pretty way out. I'm just surprised that a, you…er."

"That a girl like me is into hard science fiction ?" she laughed gently. "Oh ummmm, we're not all obsessed with Mills & Boon you know." she finished, reaching past me to re-stack the shelf with new books.

She had that faint sent of primrose which wafted enticingly under my nose making my toes curl as my eyes caught the subtle shift of her bust under her blouse. She looked well graced in that department. What I wouldn't give to suck on those babies. Nervously, I glanced around wondering why she was talking to me. Perhaps she thought I was a shoplifter or something.

But she seemed content to make small talk and not let our one sided conversation slip away into an awkward silence. Her charm and easy manner dragged me out of my shell and we talked about familiar things like work, interests and, of course, books. She appeared in no rush to end our chat and not in the least bothered that I was obviously a good few years older than her (I'm just 30 and look it).

It then dawned on me that maybe I should ask her out. A date? Oh shit. I could feel my heart thudding at the very thought of asking her. What if she was just doing her job and making small talk to help the time pass? Unsure, I began to "ummm" and "ahhhh" which I always did when I was outside my comfort zone. Right now, I was so far out of it I was on another planet. Good God, you uptight fool, just ask the bloody woman out!!

Just as I had grown a set of major stones she suddenly said, "Ummm, I'm due to finish work in 15 minutes or so and there's a coffee shop just round the corner I usually go to. Ummm, I was wondering if you fancy joining me?"

I was so surprised that it took a while to lift my jaw off the floor and accept her invitation.

With a knowing look, she offered me her free hand. "Hi I'm Rachel by the way."

 

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.

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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 ?"

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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: 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......"

 

Spanking Story: Walloping Pancake Sally

"I pancake REAL good."

Johnny looked at his work colleague. "You what ?" he asked surprised.

"Pancake," replied Sally without missing a beat. "You know, spanking or whatever. My arse pancakes real good. Ask everyone who's had a go at it."

Somehow Johnny got the impression that her idea of "everyone" was different from his. In the office, shop floor packer Sally had what was politely termed as a "reputation" and she didn't give jack shit who knew about it. A real free spirit was Sally. She looked it as well, 26, single, well-off, dammed good looking in a sluttish type of way and who lived life not only to the limit but beyond it by all accounts.

So here he sat listening to her during mid-morning break as she educated him to the joys of spanking and spin-offs therein. The image of her bending over their Supervisors desk while he lashed seven shades of shit out of her backside brought a wry smile to his face. Mr Butterworth, you kinky bastard. Does your wife know ?

He really doubted that somehow.

He wondered how many of the lads in this place had "had a go" at her rear end. He sure as fuck hadn't. He wondered if he should ask. Maybe if he asked her politely, "Sally, would you do me the honour of letting me spank your big fat arse please. Pretty please ?", she would let him. The thought was the far side of insane before he'd even thought it. He wouldn't have the nerve or balls to ask her in a million years. Still, this particular topic of conversation sure as hell had livened up what would otherwise have been 15 minutes of sheer boredom before she went back to the daily grind of packing toilet rolls and womens "things" and he back to his mundane existence in accounts.

Oblivious of his thoughts Sally continued on her way... "I was born with a big bum I reckon. Some girls are aren't they ?" she said brightly. Johnny nodded sagely as if he knew what the fuck he was talking about. "Its funny isn't it, I never knew I was into getting my arse smacked until someone asked me if he could do it and would I let him. Maybe I've always been into it. My dad used to spank me when I was growing up when I got into trouble. I used to scream my bloody head off. He worked at the Shipyards on the Tyne did my dad and he had hands like a bloody gorilla's. Huge they were and calloused !! Geez, his spankings really hurt they did. He never spanked me when I was little though...only started when I was 12 or so and was going to High School. I remember once when my mam caught me smoking with some friends and told him he went apeshit and grabbed me and bent me over the arm of the settee and took off his belt and gave me a right thrashing over my jeans. I was sore for a week and could hardly sit still in class !!" Sally made a face. "Funny how I quite enjoy it now isn't it Johnny after all these years ?" she mused as she smiled at the tab in her hand.

"Uhuh. "said Johnny. "Any idea why ?"

Sally blew a smoke ring thoughtfully. "Hmmmm, dunno really. Maybe its the thrill. Sort of sexy naughty in a being a bad girl again way. I really like being made to take my knickers down knowing that my bums going to hurt for a bit later. I like the sting."

"Sting ?"

"Uhuh, the sting. After the pain goes away my arse only stings a bit. Its quite nice really. Its sort of a warm glow like when you eat a hot pepper and it spreads all over." she explained, moving her hands from her crotch over her belly to her impressive bust. Johnny just swallowed hard.

"What do you prefer ?" he asked.

"What ?"

Johnny rested his elbows on the table and propped his chin in his hands. "Well, what I mean is. Do you prefer a straight over the knee spanking or do you like things used on you ?" An honest question he thought.

Sally pursed her lips, considering. "Erm...well, I've had a belt used on my bum. Oh, and a strap thingy too, one boyfriend even used a ruler on it !! " she laughed, giggling behind her hands. "What else ? Oh....and my ex-french teacher sneaked his school cane home one night and gave me twelve licks with that. Oooooo that brought tears to my eyes I can tell you !!!"

Johnny smiled, daydreamingly. Downstairs he had a raging poker that he knew he was going to have for the rest of the dammed day. What he needed was a girlfriend not another night with slow hand luke. "Well, which is it then ?" he asked again.

"Oh, well, has to be a good old fashioned over the knee spanking for me Johnny. I just luv it, luv it, luv it !! Thats how I learned that my bum pancakes good." she replied, glancing up at the clock. Johnny noticed the look and sighed that the moment would soon be lost. Typical, bloody typical. Good old Johnny, the firms resident agony aunt. Got a problem ? Want to talk about it with someone you can trust ? Johnny's your man. He'll never take advantage of all your guilty secrets. He's a man of honour and principle is our Johnny. Your mother would even like him. He's a girls best friend.

"I've never done it. " he thought depressively. Except it wasn't a thought. It should of been - honest, but it kind of slipped out in his abject desperation. The weary words of a has been, except he hadn't even aspired to the "has" bit yet, more like "please God give me a fucking break".

He hadn't even realised he'd said anything until he saw Sally staring at him with surprise. "You haven't ?" she blurted out as if it was the most astonishing thing she'd ever heard.

"Wh..what ?" he gasped, looking uncomfortable and as if he wanted to run for the hills. What had he said ?!! Oh....my......GOD !!

"Spanked anyone." said Sally sympathetically. "Not even a girlfriend ?" she asked. What sort of girlfriend wouldn't put her arse at her man's disposal ? Was Johnny dating a nun ?

He could see the pity written all over her face and he shrivelled a little more inside. Girlfriend ? As if only. Embarrassed, Johnny stood up and went to the sink to rinse his coffee cup then get the hell out of Dodge asap. "Er...no, not really. Anyhow, never occurred me to ask if I could I er guess." he muttered over his shoulder. Not so much a little white lie as a great big black fucker !! He couldn't get back to work fast enough. Knowing his luck, that little tid-bit of information would be all round the place within the hour. Sally, bless her black nylon stockings and suspenders, was not one known to keep secrets to herself as he could tell from past experiences. A conquest is meant to be shared was her motto. Many's the time he'd walked past the "group girlie huddle" next to the water dispenser and he could feel their eyes on him as they'd watch him go by and giggle something hilarious or other about his lack of pokerbility. Probably ended with the obvious query "virgin ?" Ah well. Least the pay was decent. He jumped suddenly when he felt Sally's lips close to his ear. He was so surprised he couldn't move as he felt her hands wrap round his waist.

"Well then Johnny sweetie, I think I can help you out there don't you ?"


 

Spanking Story: STAR TREK - To Boldly Spank Where No Spanker Has Spanked Before

Somewhere in the 23rd century.

Space the final frontier: “Captains Log star-date 424.6 The Enterprise is currently en route to Starbase 12 for some much needed routine maintenance after escorting the Romulan freighter “Ptankar” and its cargo to the eighth moon of the planet G547-T. Once we reach our destination all personnel and their families will be allowed seven solar days shore leave. Core crew will stay on board to check ship systems and undertake any running repairs as per requirements for our next assignment. Picard out.”

1: A figment of the imagination.

Captain Jean Luc Picard took a deep breath and drew himself up straight as he expanded his lungs feeling the satisfying flexing of his rib-cage. At that precise moment in time he was in the Medical Bay sitting on one of Doctor Crushers medi-vac recliners. He had removed his Starfleet uniform and was dressed in casual black trousers and white shirt as he watched the ships Doctor run her portable medical scanner over his chest. He raised an eye-brow. “If you dont hurry up I shall turn as blue as a Kaylek.” he muttered as she smiled when her instrument finally beeped that it was done. “Well Doctor.” he asked. “Am I as fit as the fiddle I told you I was?”

Doctor Beverley Crusher, a 40 something shapely brunette with a thorough bedside manner looked up at her superior officer. Picard was staring at her in that slightly authoritative way he had but a look that was tinged with mild amusement too. She kept him dancing a moment longer as she slipped the scanner back into its case. “Im happy to say your fiddle is in fine working order Captain.” she nodded with satisfaction.

Picard blew out his cheeks and was already getting to his feet. “Good, then Ill return to the bridge.”

Beverley laid a hand on his chest. “But, thats not to say a little r and r wouldnt do you good either Jean Luc. In fact, being chief medical officer on this ship I could order you to take a break.” she smiled as she saw him frown as he reached for his jacket.

As he shrugged himself into it he turned to her. “Ah, now Beverley, you know I would like nothing more than to head down planet side with the rest of the crew and relax but I need to be here to ahh keep an eye on things.” he paused and stood with his hands on his hips. “Besides, forget about me. Why are you still on board?”

He tried to look stern but gave up and started to laugh as Dr Crusher tried to think of a suitable reply but gave up and swatted him on the arm as she turned to check the bio scan results that blinked and throbbed on an overhead zero x-display. He heard her laugh. “Hey stop that, in here I give the orders remember.”

Picard held his hands up as his eyes suddenly fell onto his Doctors rather attractive rear that was enticingly outlined in all its voluptuous glory through her blue medic smock. It was definitely his favourite feature of her. Not that she knew about his admiration of said region of course to begin with. Ship gossip gossip which inevitably reached to the top was that the glamorous Doctor was seeing no one in particular. Maybe that stuffy Ambassador whatshisname had found her too hard and hot to handle. That was no real surprise he thought. He knew she was a fiercely independent and determined woman. But that posed an interesting question and possible proposition for him now that he was also currently available too. What was that 20th century saying again? Faint heart never won fair maid. No doubt that included what lay beneath her smock. He stood fastening his top button when he suddenly broke into a wide smile. “Actually Beverley.” he grinned. “Ive just had a rather inspired idea for both of us.”

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Spanking Story: Miss White Miss Red Miss Black and Me

Part 1: A darker shade of white.

The problem with living on the edge of temptation all the time is knowing that whilst you may have an itch you're unable to scratch due to circumstance there's always that faint possibility - or wishful hope - that suddenly somewhere one day you may find someone who is willing to do it for you. If you're prepared to step off the edge that is....

Their names aren't important. Not in this context anyway. I'll just call them Miss White, Miss Red and Miss Black.

*

Let's begin at the top. Dept. Sup. Miss White is a woman of the world. Nobody can teach her anything. She knows it all. When she wants something she makes it as plain as day she'd better get it. Hot as hell one minute, cold as ice the other. Irrational hormone imbalance doesn't cover it. Great White's have nothing on her. The first of the great female predators that stalk the office where I work. She can smell blood in the water a mile off. She looks the business too. Mid-thirties, she's a bleached bottled blonde who exudes confidence in her own ability and who has a fetish for shoulder pads and power dressing minus the slack's and makes sure everyone under her know she's la femme fatale - the boss and who doesn't take any crapola from anyone. Yes Miss - No Miss.

Miss Red is a different bitch all together. Early twenties, dexterous to the point of sublimely erotic, this woman knows how to dance over a keyboard and make small-talk at the same time like no one's business. An pleasant enough up-market plain jane with a thing for simple blouse, fiery skirts and matching stockings she knows her place and her limit's but that doesn't stop her wandering eye. If only her old man knew. If he doesn't he's a bigger idiot than what I take him for. A woman like that need's a good seeing to every day - and I'm not talking about spanking her hot little arse either.

Last but not least is Miss Black. Now Miss Black was born to be writ large about. A vamperella if ever there was one with her long midnight mane she's not only Black by name but also black by look. Same mid-age range as Miss Red, she can stop a bunch of raving madmen at 10 paces with a mere look of disapproval. This woman exudes sex appeal and flaunts it like the showbiz slut she thinks she is. Miss Black is also the one who orders lunch.

So there you go. As you can tell, working in a space of about 15 metres by 10 isn't exactly easy for a frustrated spanking sophisticate such as yours truly for they've all got fantastic arses and know it. Like I said, temptation - what a bastard. Each woman knows what she's got and knows exactly how to use it. There's Miss White with her "both hands on the table in front of you as she leans suggestively forward" - just enough to show off some serious cleavage along with her bad girl crucifix when she's chewing you out. Miss Red's innocent finger to the lips "Oh whoops, look what I've dropped. Aren't I clumsy ?! I'll just make sure I bend right over in front of you to pick it up" - to give you an eye-level view of her pair of firm taut buttocks that have just enough daylight between them to get your blood and testosterone racing. Then there's Miss Black's "Basic Instinct" manoeuvre. A classic ensnared pussy parade behind a dimorphic cotton screen. No feeding allowed for this feline or you'll get a nasty surprise. The kind that makes sane men break out in cold sweats.

Somehow this battle of the sexes isn't such a fair fight anymore. Whatever happened to male hunting female ? Is it me or did the pursuit of love, life and happiness suddenly get turned arse over tit overnight ? Guess that what happens when you've been out of the big game loop for so long. Women got wise and wiser. They can probably spot a spanking man a mile off as well. Maybe it's a sixth sense they have. Maybe they already have me figured out. They say never judge a book by it's cover. If that's the case then I'm the exception to that rule. My whole persona must be writ large across my forehead like some sexual tattoo as I sit there watching their blatant excessive expressive rhythmic symphonic cheek movements when they walk past you knowing that your eyes are glued to their bodies like they're on some sort of public peepshow catwalk for fat arsed lovers. On any given monday, showing off a new outfit they'll ask me innocently "Does my bum look big in this Ian ?" when they already know the answer. As a spanking man, how could I say "Oh God yes. Your fat arse looks far too big in that toots." ? It doesn't get any easier. The sheer frustrated thrill of being stood there feeling like a spare prick at an orgy as they discuss "women's" things around the water tower and how their "boyfriend's, one night fling's, husband's ect" couldn't feel their way out of a wet paper bag and what they wanted was someone who really knew how to handle a woman. With knowing smile's and glance's they know what they're doing to me. Step off the edge and let's play honey.

One day, one gloriously outrageous fucking day I'm going to give Miss White, Miss Red and Miss Black each a spanking to end all spankings. I swear - even if it's only in my mind. Temptation - what a bastard.

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Spanking Story: FRIENDS 2

THE ONE WHERE RACHEL LETS ROSS TRY OUT HIS BRAND NEW SPANKING TOYS HE BOUGHT FROM THE SEX SHOP ON HER FAT BOTTOM...

[Honestly, I tried to think of a snappier title but failed - author]

Meanwhile, at Ross and Rachel's apartment...

Rachel stood in the open-plan kitchen slicing and dicing some serious vegetables for the evening meal. She'd finished early at Central Perk and thought she'd surprise her boyfriend of two months with a delicious meat and vegetable hotpot. "Two whole months ?!!" she smiled to herself as a whole carrot was hung, drawn and quartered with skilled ease.

Amazing, two months. Who would of believed it ? Certainly not her. Ross may of had a long standing crush on her since they were kids but he was geeksville personified when they'd been at school together. Then, Ross was the kind of guy who wore his shirts tucked into his underpants. It was ironic, but she knew she had never given the gangly Mr Geller a second look or thought in those days. Especially when he grew that Groucho Marx moustache that made him look like Tom Sellecks twin brother.

She sighed at the memories as she picked up the slicing board, went over to the oven and using the knife, slid the diced carrots and suede into the pan where the meat was stewing nicely on medium heat. Once done, she gave the wooden board a quick clean with Mr Sqweezy and picked up her glass of wine. It sure as hell had been an interesting two months that was for sure....

As was only natural, the first month and a half had mostly been taken up with pure unadulterated sex. Sure they'd gone on romantic dates to the movies, theatre or spent some time enjoying moonlight meals at various restaurants but, and there was no point trying to avoid the subject here, they'd spent just as much time screwing each other stupid. She certainly wasn't embarrassed about that. Not at all. She had no problem admitting she enjoyed sex enormously. Why should she be ashamed of admitting as much ? After all, wasn't this the 21st century ? Women's liberation and all that jazz. She'd certainly taught her stuffy palientologist a thing or two about human coupling. Besides, she loved watching him imitate Goofy when he hit the roof during one of their "animalistic" sessions. So sex was great. Better than she thought it'd be. Ross having a rather impressive dick certainly helped things too of course. So she was happy, contented and, not to put too fine a point on it, was in serious trouble of developing the John Wayne walk. Wide eyed and legless. But that had all changed about two weeks ago....when she'd asked Ross about his "IT"

Rachel slipped into a table chair and instantly regretted it. "Ummm...ooooo." she mumbled softly as she gingerly resettled her rear-end back down. Only this time gentler. Her bottom was still sore after last nights "episode". She took another sip of wine, her lips mulling over the tang and turning into a wry smile of bemusement at her own actions and reactions to discovering that she actually....no ACTUALLY quite liked letting Ross do his thing with her backside. So what was last night ? Four ? No.....wait, she'd forgotten about Sunday last when Ross had grabbed her in the shower and bent her naked over the bathtub while he gave her a fairly hard spanking with each slap sounding twice as loud due to the spray. After he had finished she'd practically jumped his bones (oh..ha ha) and was amazed they'd both managed to stagger to work on the following Monday morning. No, that would be five. Over the two weeks he'd spanked her five times. Though she knew the horny dinosaur would of done it more if he could. He was probably just shy. She laughed out loud. "Suuuuuure !!"

"Spanking huh ?" she mused, mulling over the wine absent-mindedly. It wasn't so bad at all. After the initial fright of the first time when he'd been so pissed off with her telling Pheebs about their little secret that he had literally grabbed her, threw her resisting over his lap and tanned her hide while she threatened she was definitely going to castrate him......when he let her up.

It was then fate opened the manual of her sexuality and decided to add another page after "Greek...penchant for backdoor plumbing when in right mood." and she discovered she actually enjoyed the feel of it, the unexpected thrill of it and the outrageous kinkiness of it. Hmmm, maybe that was the secret. It was kinky. Out of the norm. Doing something out of the ordinary. Sort of thumbing her nose at conventional wisdom about what and how the career woman of today was supposed to act. Yeah, that was it. He was doing something kinky with - to her and she liked it. Kinky is as kinky does. What had he called it again ? Oh yes, stuff. Her boyfriend liked to do stuff.

With her free hand she reached behind herself and idly rubbed her tush. "Stuff huh ?" she said aloud. Maybe there was other "stuff" they could try. She took another sip as she glanced at the clock wondering what Ross was doing at work now.....

Spanking Story: FRIENDS 1

THE ONE WHERE ROSS & RACHEL DO THAT SPANKING THING..

Rachel snuggled closer to Ross as they lay together in his double bed.

Ross was reading but Rachel had other things on her mind. "Ross..." she whispered, easing herself up to rest against his left shoulder and running a finger teasingly across his breastbone.

"Hmmmmmmmm ?" Ross replied absent-mindedly trying to ignore her obvious charms. Once he got his nose in a book nothing would unplug it. Not even Rachel. Naked. In bed. With him. But only just mind.

Rachel ignored his off-handed reply and soldiered on for she was determined. "Ross...do you, well, what I mean is." Rachel took a deep breath. This was really really important. She had been going nuts thinking about it. "Do you, is there anything, well you know, you like.............doing ?" she breathed in his ear. To show she was serious she stuck out her tongue and licked his earlobe causing Ross to shrug up his shoulder as she tickled him. "If there is, you can tell me. I won't tell a soul I promise. In fact, I might just.....you know, do it." Rachel could feel her heart hammering in her chest. Phew. She'd finally said it. She'd often wondered if there was a darker side to her new boyfriend. The idea seemed totally absurd. "This is Ross we're talking about here !!" she'd thought initially. Ross, Ross. Good old dependable, trustworthy, boring Ross. The dinosaur guy. If this guy has a kink he keeps it well hidden. Or so she'd thought.

That was until last week..........