No spanking Stories

Sunlight peeked through a hole in the canvas above her, and try as she might Alicia couldn’t turn away to avoid it. The strange woman behind her snored loudly, and she finally had to admit that she wasn’t getting back to sleep. The morning air whistled in through the seams in the tent, and she shivered under her blanket. Her second night here, and she was still shocked by how cold the badlands could be. She’d found hersel...

She didn’t want to hurt Bertie. But it was coming to the point where that pain would be inevitable. Two years, Rachel remembered. It had been two years since they finished couples’ counseling, two years since their therapist of all people had introduced them to a community of kinky people like themselves. Since then, Rachel had seen more red or marked butts – her own included! – than she’d ever thought she’d lay eyes on....

Bertie had once told her over dinner that no food drew him back to a specific time and place like two-dollar student discount pizza. While he’d never admitted it, Rachel knew from the occasional stain on his clothes that he indulged in that nostalgia perhaps a little more than he should. But she’d never gone to university, and the two-dollar slice he remembered from his school days now went for three-fifty. The only time...

"I just don't know what to do anymore, Susan. He has been completely out of control since his father left." "This might seem a little draconian but have you not thought about corporal punishment?" "He is nineteen years old, Susan. Wouldn't it be completely inappropriate?" "Nonsense, Wendy. It didn't do my kids any harm. John is completely out of control. Look at Derek now. He is working at a fancy bank in the capital and...