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When your boyfriend is a cop who fixes your traffic tickets, and your father is the chief of police, it’s really not smart to misbehave with either one of them:

By 9 pm, Mary hadn’t returned, or called with an explanation.
His anger fueled by her lack of consideration, Jim called all over
town, trying to find his girlfriend. At 10 pm he located her in at the
gym, in the jacuzzi. He asked the manager not to tell her he’d
called, and to stall her, if she tried to leave before he arrived.

“There you are! I want an explanation why you broke our date,
and I want it right now!” he demanded.

“What right do you have BARGING here on Women’s night?” she
countered, trying to throw him off guard.

“I have the right to search for a missing person – actually a
selfish brat who cancels a date without an explanation, then hides in
a jacuzzi. The owner let me in since she knew we were lovers, and no
one else was here.”

Mary felt somewhat secure in the pool with him kneeling at the
edge.

“Get out so we can talk properly!” he said, reaching for her.

Mary countered his grip and almost pulled him into the water.

“You want to play rough, do you?” he asked as he hauled her
out of the jacuzzi.

“Let me go,” she cried.

Jim sat down on a bench and pulled her over his knees. “You
deserve this!” he told her as he got her into the traditional spanking
position. “I don’t care if you’re dripping wet, I’ll dry you out
fast!”

As he looked at her cute bottom in the bikini suit, he noticed
the marks from the hairbrush. “Well, what do we have here? Don’t tell
me you got spanked recently!”

“Let me up, you brute!” Mary cried, struggling. “I don’t want
a spanking!”

“You are not getting up until I decide,” Jim replied sternly.
“Your wants are not important now. I demand some answers. Why didn’t
you go to work today? Where did these marks come from, and why did you
break our date?”

“Let me go!” she repeated, struggling wildly across his lap.

“Since you persist in acting like a spoiled brat, I’ll just
have to `add’ to the job someone else started.” With that he started
to pull her bikini bottom down.

“NO! Someone will come in and see us!” she pleaded, trying to
keep it in place.

“They won’t see any `skin’ they haven’t seen before. As for
watching your spanking, that will add to your punishment.”

Mary wiggled, but couldn’t get up. By now Jim had removed her
bikini bottom completely, and she was quite conscious of her bare
bottom sticking up for anyone entering to see.

“Not ready to tell me the truth yet?” he queried. “Then
prepare to accept the consequences,” with that he brought his right
hand down sharply on her left cheek.

“OW! That hurts! Stop!”

“I’ll stop when you’ve given me some honest answers and you’ve
been properly punished for your treatment of me.” With that Jim gave
her an matching spank on the right cheek.

They were only two spanks, but on her wet bare skin, Mary’s
bottom started to turn bright red almost immediately. On top of the
sound hairbrushing she’d received from her father, she was already
experiencing a lot of pain.

“NO! No more. Please!”

“I don’t hear any answers,” Jim countered, applying two
stinging spanks across the lower part of her bottom.

“OUCH! OW! Please, I’ll tell you. Just give me time.”

“You have ten seconds. Make it fast, or I’ll start again,” he
replied, keeping his hand poised over her quivering pink bottom.
“Ten… nine… eight… seven… six… five… four… three…
two… one! Sorry, time’s up!” with that Jim gave her another hard
swat on her left cheek.

“NO! I’ll tell you. Please stop! she sobbed. “It was my
father. He found out about the tickets, and used a hairbrush – the
first spanking I had in ten years.”

From Mary’s Brush With The Law, by Charlie.

It all started, as many kinky stories do, with what was supposed to be just a routine visit to the gynecologist.

However, our girl Riley Shy began to realize that something unusual was going on when she saw the black latex gloves and the very functional medical-grade humane restraints. By the time the ball gag came out, she was helpless:

All this bondage gave the exam itself a most unusual character. But she was a good girl throughout, and earned a reward. No, not a lollipop you sillies! A spanking!

From Whipped Ass.

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I love this animated .gif of Bill Clinton spanking Hillary in the oval office:

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From Flickr:

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Sounds like a fun spanking evening at Bonnie’s house:

While I was changing, he had placed a blanket over the wooden bench and a bath towel in the center on top of the blanket. After several minutes of delicious kissing and fondling, Randy whispered in my ear.

“Straddle the bench and sit on the towel.” I complied. I had expected to be told to either bend over the bench or lie upon it. Randy’s plan wasn’t anything quite so conventional.

“Lean forward” was my next whispered command. When I did so, I felt something slide beneath me from back to front. It was a very odd sensation. Only later did I learn that he shoved an inactive bullet-shaped vibrator inside the towel. The vibrator sat partially in a crevice between the slats in the bench such that it didn’t quite feel as though I was sitting on something.

Until he turned it on, that is! Wow. I practically stood up when the buzzing startled me. It felt great, but I just didn’t expect it at that moment. Before I could recover from that first shock, the tip of the riding crop made abrupt contact with the skin of my left cheek. Ow!

“Sit down and lean forward.”

Again I took my place atop the undulating towel. Again my bottom felt the fierce kiss of the whip.

These twin sensations were so amazing that I barely had a chance to reflect upon how available and vulnerable my bottom was in this position. Randy took full advantage by striking all over my quickly reddening globes. It hurt to be sure, but it was a hurt I craved.

I found myself gently rocking my hips to maximize the effect of the vibrations. The cumulative effects of snap, sting, rub, and buzz quickly overtook me and I began to pant with passion. Sensing my approaching climax, Randy applied the crop swiftly and sharply. My entire being quaked with orgasmic release. I squeezed my eyes shut as waves of pleasure and pain and pleasure swept me away.

Here’s an account of a butt plug used to help a young lady maintain focus, so she won’t enjoy her punishment spanking too much:

After twenty spanks at a moderate pace, my buttocks were feeling prickly. Rick
has a strong hand and it doesn’t take much to get my bottom burning when he’s
on the job! By the time I requested spank number twenty, I was panting and my
counts were more or less shouted out. I knew I was squirming and could feel
his hardness pressing against my hips, but he held me firmly in place.

Then what I feared most happened. He told me to stop counting. I knew what
that meant.

Rick would usually stop part way through my spankings to “check his little girl
for naughty thoughts,” as he put it. I felt him bend over as his right hand
parted my ass cheeks and thighs. I could feel his breath on my whispy tuft of
hair covering my pussy lips as his fingers wiggled their way to my little slit.
I heard him chuckle as his finger probed my womanhood and then withdrew…very
wet indeed!

“I see my little girl is taking perverse delight in her punishment again,
hmmm??”

I tried to bury my head and not answer, but a sharp spank on my bottom brought
me back to the present.

…

“Well, young lady, seeing as how you’re enjoying your spanking so much, I’m
going to make sure you keep your mind focused where it’s supposed to be!” he
lectured.

I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, but I knew it would certainly get
my attention, no matter what. Rick was quite creative when it came to my
spankings….and I knew this time would be no different.

I felt him stretching as if he were reaching for something. I felt him spread
my butt cheeks wide apart with his fingers, and immediately sensed the tip of
his other finger with something slippery and cool on it touch the center of my
little brown button. I clenched up. Just as my anus relaxed, I felt his
finger tip slide gently into my anus….then push steadily up into my rectum.

“Relax and remain still, my pet. I’m just lubricating you so my butt plug will
slip in nice and easy,” he explained.

‘BUTT PLUG?!’ I thought incredulously. My God, he can’t be doing this!

“Oh please, Sir, puleeeze…not the butt plug. I’ll never be able to face you
again. Please don’t embarrass me like this. I promise I’ll be good and take
the rest of my spanking well for you!” I pleaded. It obviously had no effect,
as Rick ignored my begging and continued twisting and flexing his finger inside
me, making sure that I was thoroughly slicked up for what was to come.

His finger finally slid out and my anus closed around it, returning to its
normal diameter. I relaxed for just a second before I felt my cheeks being
spread once again. This time, the sensation against my brown crinkle was
colder…and I knew that this was the butt plug I had been promised. I hung my
head low and scrunched up my face as I waited in anticipation for my asshole to
be violated.

“Relax, honey. It will go in much easier if you don’t resist it,” Rick
thoughtfully explained.

I tried to relax my bottom cheeks as the tapered end of the soft rubber plug
began dilating my tight little anus on its way inside. I felt it get wider and
wider, until it reached the end where my anus gripped down around the narrower
detent at the end. I felt him tug it slightly to make sure it was seated
properly.

“Now we’re ready to finish your punishment for today, Miss Naughty. I trust
you will be concentrating on what brought you here today for the rest of our
session, won’t you?” Rick inquired.

“Y…yes, Sir,” I said simply, being at a complete loss for words at this
point.

“You may continue the count, then.”

I clenched my ass down around the butt plug as I prepared for the new onslaught
of spanks.

‘Twenty-one!” I almost shouted.

SMAACKKK!!!

From Gabrielle’s Spanking — author unknown.

Fans of the motivational power of high-velocity leather will appreciate the “slavercising” going on in this shoot from The Training Of O. You’ve got your basic stretching:

And running in place:

And then you’ve got your advanced class, which would be nearly-impossible bondage duck-walking:

Yeah, she’s feeling the burn:

Even under the blindfold, in this picture you can hear her thinking “Just how much further do I have to go?”

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