The Punishment Files: Volumes 1-3: Thirty Spanking Stories

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Good,” Jenny says confidently. “Now, here’s what’s going to happen. I feel you need to learn respect for your mother. It’s not been easy on her y’know. Trying to raise a confident boy on her own. “ He frowned. Her attitude had been a growing problem since they'd woken. Mr. and Mrs. Davenport had founded their trusted software business twenty years ago, developing an extensive client base. Relationships mattered to them. Decades younger, he needed to convey a loving, homely impression to win their hearts and acquire their company.

You can’t edit our material, except to reflect relative changes in time, location and editorial style. (For example, “yesterday” can be changed to “last week,” and “Portland, Ore.” to “Portland” or “here.”) She held herself still. The paddle crashed into her bare bottom, forcing a wave of throbbing pain as her stinging skin sizzled. Proud to take it bare, her sex swept pleasure towards her pain. The paddle blasted her butt, its broad expanse overlapping previous swats. Absorbing the heavy impacts she deserved, she gasped as pain surge through her bottom.If I have to tell you again you will get a spanking for that before your real punishment begins. Do you understand me?” He landed a few swats across her sit spots. It wasn’t until later that night that she remembered that Friday evening was when her pizza party was scheduled... almost her whole senior class was coming! Five or six, you keep your jeans," he said, "three or four, you keep your panties, one or two, I paddle you bare. This roll counts towards your total swats." The Davenports departed, well nourished and infused with confidence. She relayed her private conversation with Mrs. Davenport to Mark. Meanwhile, seated on the sofas and chairs were Stacy’s relatives. Her aunts and uncles watched with grim satisfaction, the males admiring the teen’s mature form, while her cousins giggled and gawked. They weren’t immune from physical punishment themselves, but it was still thrilling to see a big grownup girl like Stacy get her plump behind blistered.

I hope you have enjoyed this first chapter of Sweethearts. The story continues with our hero falling ever deeper under the women’s control, until he has completed the “Five Milestones for a Submissive Male.” I kneel on the tiles and grab her hair, pull her head toward me. “One more hole,” I grin, wrapping the crook of my elbow around her throat. As always in such situations, Stacy initially felt the shame most of all and thought it was the worst, but as the spanking went on and on, the pain soon became her main focus. By the end she was howling and sobbing and begging like a three-year-old. Peter looks longingly over at his mother, expecting her to see the sad look in his eyes. “Mom…?” he says, giving it one last try at manipulating her.Peter looks down at the sinister expression on his auntie’s face. Then he looks at the living room door and his mom is nowhere to be seen. She’s gone. She’s left him here. Voices were hard to hear through the lid and all the goop in my ears, but there was a lot of laughter, and not a little moaning and screaming. I suppose it could have been faked for the benefit of the garbage, but why bother? We'd played with them before, and I had no doubt that the toys, fingers, and tongues were all being put to proper use. And here I sat in the dark, covered in goo and trapped in plastic, able only to listen. His conviction carried to her ears, and she smiled from her heart. Her small soft hand, firm in his grasp, he pointed at the signature of her naked curves imprinted on their soaring glass. «Beginning I guess I still don’t see the reason for concern,” I said, “but you said there is something I can do to assuage Mary’s anxiety? I’d like to keep this as pain free as possible, so what can I do to help?” She noticed that she could see the top of the mounds of her breasts now and realized that they were expanding rapidly. The pain was excruciating and she couldn’t keep herself from screaming, the tears flowing from her eyes like thin rivers of anguish. Her breasts became larger and larger until, the pressure of them crushing into her ribs unbearable, the sight of them terrifying. They had grown so much that they pressed again Sara’s chin and mid-drift and rose high into the air. The swelling finally stopped and she exhaled, relieved, but disgusted at how unsightly her chest had become.

A lawyer, in charge of his firm's dress code, uses his position to administer corporal punishment. (2,360 words.) You look fantastic," he said, hoping to imbibe her with spirit as he watched her full effect arrive in their spacious living area. A joke!?” Keri gasps. “You drove the principles car off a cliff! How is that a joke, Peter? People could have been killed!” The earliest account that we have of the iron maiden dates to the 18th century and was written by a historian claiming that a criminal was executed using an iron maiden in 1515. However, many scholars believe this story was invented by the historian or was a misinterpretation of a medieval punishment device known as the Schandmantel (German for ‘coat of shame’), which was worn by German prostitutes and poachers for public humiliation. Although similar to the iron maiden, the Schandmantel didn’t have spikes inside it. Standing, she rubbed her burning bare butt to ease its fiery sting. "God, I'm sorry. I've never been more sorry in all my life," she groaned. Pressing her sex against his obvious erection, she hugged him and said, "Thank you for paddling me. I deserved tough love."

I changed out of my work clothes, put on a robe and walked across the hall to the bathroom I’m using. I pulled out all the pieces and laid them on the counter. The way they fit together, I could see a couple places that looked likely to snag a hair or two. Peter just stares at his Aunties face as she talks. The vein on her head is popping out, so he knows she’s serious. Naturally, she was found out. Her teacher was suspicious as the writing style was nothing like her own, using sophisticated words Stacy didn’t know. A bit of researched turned up the identical essay online and Stacy was busted. She sobbingly confessed and begged for another chance, terrified that if she failed the class she wouldn’t graduate. A mother insists she try corporal punishment before enrolling her kids in a strict private school. (5,500 words.) The elephant is considered to be smart and easily trainable compared to many other wild animals. They could even be taught to torture criminals, or execute them slowly. As an example, an elephant could be commanded to break a criminal’s limbs before crushing his skull. Some elephants were also trained to slice criminals to pieces with “pointed blades fitted to their tusks”.

She appeared, and leaned over the mouth of the can. "Well, garbage, we're mostly done, but it's time for a break. Cleanup is a lot of work, especially in these outfits. So, we're going to have a little fun. She held up several lovely toys, including a dildo, a Hitachi wand, a butt plug and a strap on. "Just think - if you were something besides garbage, you might get to see what's about to happen - maybe someone clean would even join in! But we're about to get a different kind of dirty, so..." He returned, closing their bedroom door, carrying their short brown leather discipline strap. Folded over like a belt and stitched together, a split on the curled end doubled its sting. It appeared innocent, but she'd experienced its punishing power.The Daddy just needs to be a big, strong lump, and is granted a position of prestige and respect—I got it without having to earn the stripes. Keri sniffs in and wipes at her eyes. “I’ve….,” she says, trying to talk through the tears. “I’ve had enough Peter. I can’t deal with this anymore.”