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Here’s an excerpt of a St. Patrick’s Day spanking story on Discipline and Desire.

Lucky, Lucky Me by Robin Smith

Most couples have a special day, one they set apart from the rest of the year and have little extra-special celebrations on.  I guess for most people it’s Valentine’s Day, but I personally think it’s a little sad when you let a greeting card company tell you what day should be special.  Whatever, to each her own.  Other couples pick their days in a more esoteric way, like, the anniversary of the day sea lions swarmed the coastal road, and they ended up trapped in their car for six hours, surrounded by angry sea lions, drinking cherry soda and necking like kids.  The couple, not the sea lions.  An experience like that is bound to make one’s relationship extra-special and therefore make the day likewise.  And the rest of us pick pre-made holidays, either because of some extraordinary significance, like they had their first kiss under the mistletoe on Christmas, or zombies ran amok through their town on Arbor Day, or maybe just because all the rest of the holidays were taken by other couples in their lives.  Whatever.

Mine is St. Patrick’s day.  Why?  Because I’m a lucky girl.

Find more great holiday spanking stories at Discipline and Desire.

The Wailing
By Katrina

“I know Derek well enough; we were almost like brother and sister
growing up, and he is my cousin.”

“Believe me, as a husband, he’s totally different.”

“Hallie Anne Burnford, I introduced you guys. Don’t you think I knew
what I was getting you into? You were much too wild in your younger
days, and now you’re a veritable saint.”

“Hardly,” laughed Hallie. Then her friend’s words sank in. “Excuse
me, Madame, did you just imply what I think you implied?”

“Of course, love. I knew he’d spank the spitfire right out of you.”
____________ _________ _____

A Stitch in Time
By Louise Collins

“What’s that? Who’s this Mrs Watson you’re talking about?” Charlie
asked quizzically, turning his focus towards Kylie, who finally
cottoned onto the vibes from her friend to stop her gums from
flapping.

Charlie glanced at his wife, who bore that kangaroo-caught- in-the-
spotlight look, and even in the half-dark, could see that her face
flamed the same colour as her shirt. Quickly making an excuse to go
and give Suzie a hand with the kids’ games, Kylie started to move
away.

“Not so fast there,” Charlie called, stopping her rapid
retreat, “Hey, since you’re going that way, I’m sure you wouldn’t
mind keeping an eye on our two rug rats for a while. I think my
darling missus here, and I, have something to sort out back home.”
____________ _________ _____

The House on the Hill
By Sebrina Winchester

“If you weren’t such a closed-minded dumbass, maybe you could
entertain the thought that you don’t know everything, and that there
are some things that defy logic and explanation. ”

The look on his face was just plain frightening. She knew without any
doubt that she’d stepped over the line. He didn’t say a word, just
walked over to the old table and slid a chair out. Putting it in the
center of the room, he lunged towards her and grabbed her arm. He
then pulled her along with him to the chair. Sitting down, he quickly
drew her across his knees.

She’d never been in this position before, but she knew instinctively
what would happen next.
____________ _________ _____

A Witch’s Dilemma
By Kristin

“Damn it, Jacob! Would you stop doing that? It’s not fair that you
can read my mind so easily, especially since you never let me see
what’s going on in your head!”

“Believe me,” Jacob said, his voice low and smooth, “you don’t want
to know what I’m thinking.”

“Probably not.” Deidre had lived with the knowledge of her fate for
a year. She didn’t need to see Jacob’s thoughts to know that she was
in for a serious punishment the moment he regained his human form. ”

Don’t miss these spanking stories and more at Discipline and Desire.

His Truck is written by a new spanking story author, Yaya. This story is very well written and is a classic domestic discipline story. I’m not sure whether this wife told the truth about the truck to her husband because she is so well behaved, or maybe the author was just limited on story length because it was Fantasy Friday. It’s sort of refreshing to see a naughty wife tell the truth right away and not try to hide her mistake which will always lead to more spanking. Oh wait, we like that part too. Either way, we all want the story to get right to the good parts. And she sure does. I enjoyed the story, and John reminded me a lot of my husband.

I think I’ve said this before, but I enjoy the pictures that PK chooses to go with the stories nearly as much as the stories. She’s got 3 in this story that complement it very well, and I bet 2 of them will appeal to the spanko in you, too.

I’d love to see more stories from Yaya. I hope she continues to write. Visit New Beginnings and read, His Truck.

This story is a bit different from the norm in that it is written as a dialogue. For example, this is from Sunday Afternoon on Wilhelmina Dreams:

Her: [she goes and sits on his knee] That okay?

Him: Mmhmm. Actually no, how about you lie over my lap instead.

Her: [she moves to lie over his lap] Better?

The entire story is like that.  It’s fun and playful, yet sexy and erotic too.  Have you ever just wanted your man to be a bit more dominant?  Well that’s what this woman is after, but he takes it into his own hands.  Which is what she really wanted anyways, right?

Read Sunday Afternoon, I think you’ll like it.

The First Time

By Kevin

And so the time had come. We had considered it. Discussed it. Debated it. Researched it. Prayed over it and finally agreed to it. And so in silence she undressed as I sat on the end of our bed.

She stood in front of me. Naked, vulnerable, questioning, searching and yet still trusting. Her nakedness, her vulnerability, reached far beyond the clothes that she had dutifully discarded. My respect for and attraction to her reached so far beyond the beautiful form she revealed to me.

Gently, nervously and yet oh so longingly I reached out to her, taking her by her wrist and silently I guided her closer to me so that she came to stand before me and yet so deep within my heart.

The man in me wanted so much simply to enter her, to cherish her, to experience her. The husband in me needed so much to nurture her, guide her, respond to her, to protect her.

Our eyes met and within our gaze so too did the oceans of questions that I knew flooded our minds. Questions that now found their voice only in the silent reflection each of us were having and the prayers that found voice only in our own individual heart-speak. .

“Am I doing the right thing?”

“How do I discipline her and yet love her at the same time?”

“What words do I use?”

“What if I can’t go through with it?”

“How can I, who messes up so much myself, discipline her for messing up?”

“Will I irredeemably change the way she looks at me?”

“How can I who am suddenly feeling so nervous and unsure, show her the strength and assurance that I know she needs from me right now?”

“Lord, I need your strength and guidance.”

And what of her? What of the questions I knew were swimming behind her searching gaze?

Is she asking…

“If she was doing the right thing?”

“How can someone discipline her and love her at the same time?”

“How she should react?”

“If she could actually go through with this?”

“Will this change the relationship we had with each other? The way she looked at me? The way she looked at herself?”

“If she was a child or a woman?”

“How can she put aside her fear and submit?”

Is she too asking the Lord for guidance and strength?

Is that guidance and strength meant to come to her through what I now do?

“You know we discussed this?” I asked her firmly but lovingly.

She said nothing and yet in this I knew she was saying yes.

“And you know that this is something we both agreed was what God would want from us both?” She nodded, “I know,” she whispered her nerves spoken only through the gentleness of her response.

“I love you and want so much to help you fight your temper.” I told her. “And I will do anything to help you be the woman, the mother, the wife you need and want to be and who God wants you to be.”

Her trembling hand reached out and rested on my arm.

“And I will do anything to be the man, the father, the husband, God wants me to be.” I added as I pulled her across my lap and held her gently but firmly as I guided her into position..

And so it had started, a new journey, a new loving, a new depth – a new beginning born out of the desire to be obedient, to cherish, to love, to nurture and to respond.

A new world born out of a heartfelt loving and washed in the tears we both shed and shared that night.

It seems to me  like M/F spanking stories are getting harder to find.  I see a lot more F/F, M/M and F/M spanking stories.  I’m not sure if this is a new trend or just that these sites have gained popularity and are coming up higher in the search engines when I’m googling for stories.

Another thing I’m noticing is a lot more spanking stories with a strong D/s or bdsm theme.  I’m not opposed to these stories, but sometimes I just want a spanking story without the extra intensity of bdsm.  Domestic discipline spanking stories are another type I’d love to find more of to review here.

So, have any of you read a good spanking story lately?  I want to read it!  Leave a comment and let me know the link. Thanks!

*** New Author! ***
Business Proposal
Chapter One
By Jessica Wallace

Restlessly, Matt interjected. “Let’s not forget that we’ll be
evaluating the elimination of a number of jobs in the Marketing and
Business Development departments. This is a decision the company, and
Charlene and I take very seriously. Both projects have merit, and
they would both mean a number of jobs would no longer be needed. This
group is tasked with assessing each initiative and recommending a
course of action.”

With a dismissive wave toward Matt, Charlene stepped in. “Thank you
for the clarification, Matt; I think we should start by reviewing the
initial proposals.”

Matt shot a placating smile at Charlene. “Yes, I agree, Charlene.
I’ve put together a summary of the computer system proposal.” As he
spoke, he tried not to think about how annoyed he was with her. She
could be so patronizing and self-involved! It’s too bad she’s a
colleague, he thought. He had a sure fire cure for insolent young
ladies. He smirked as he pictured himself pulling her over his knee
for a lesson in manners.
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*** New Author! ***
Snogging Games
Chapter One
By M.D. Johnson

Ellen smiled conspiratorially at Anne. “You have to be able to give
up control to the man and just be sensual. That dominance play is
very sexy.”

“You have three things missing in that play scenario, Ellen.” Anne
wiggled her finger like a mother at her friend’s nose. “One, I enjoy
being in control, so finding the moment when I’m being passive is
going to be elusive. Maybe when I’ve been crying or concentrating on
helping my lover. Two, I don’t want my lover to ask me because I’m
not going to just allow it to happen. He’s going to have to want to
brand me as his mate for life when he does it because I’m not going
to let twenty-five different guys pull my panties off. And lastly,
number three… the sex better be as good as you say, or I’m coming
back to you to demand a full refund of my advice money.”

——————————–

*** New Author! ***
The County
By Cordelia

“Oh! Frank! That was great! You protected my honor! You’re my hero!”
cried Maggie. She thought her husband was so brave…

“I told you to shut up!” Frank said sternly. “What were you
thinking!?! You could have been hurt! For the love of God! You act
like you’re only five years old! And you’re gonna be treated like
that! Go back home and bare that butt of yours! Nose to the wall!
Now!”

Maggie left running and crying. None of his workers said a word. Not
even James. That meant she was in a lot of trouble.

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by Ginger Leigh

by Ginger Leigh

Jarrod’s first thought as he approached the bed was to toss his naughty new wife upon it just for the satisfaction of seeing her response. However, her head was buried in his shoulder and she was hanging on to his neck so tightly, her body so tense, he thought he might have frightened her. He intended she respect him, but fear and respect were two different things. He sat down on the bench at the end of the bed, gently, with her still in his arms.

Neither husband nor wife moved for a moment; both stayed still long enough to catch their breath.

“Look at me,” he stated quietly but as a command.

When she did so, Jarrod knew he was correct about her being frightened.

“You’ve nothing to fear, darling. I’m only going to love you, as a husband loves a wife.”

Jarrod reached up and pulled one of her hands from around his neck. He kissed her palm and then placed that hand in her lap. Brushing her long dark curls off of her face he said, “Rebecca, you are a beautiful woman, did you know that?”

She smiled like she’d heard that compliment many times before.

“Yes, I suspect you do. I’m sure you’ve been told that often enough,” he said as he picked up and kissed her hand again. He replaced her hand to her lap but held on to it this time.

“Have you also been told that your general character and behavior are atrocious, and that you are arrogant and selfish and as stubborn as a mule?”

Angry at the unexpected insult, Rebecca scowled. She tried to get off his lap and away from his hold on her. He allowed her to stand but captured both her hands in his and pinned her hips between his knees, facing him.

“Be still and listen to me, Rebecca. This is something you need to hear so you will understand the why of what I’m about to do.”

Rebecca didn’t know what he was going to do, but she did know she didn’t like the ominous tone with which he was talking to her. She wiggled and tried to pull her hands away from his. He told her again to be still. When she didn’t, he pulled her over his left thigh, delivered five sharp whacks to her behind and stood her up again before Rebecca knew what hit her. She looked at him with blinking eyes, shocked that he would do such a thing.

“Now, will you be still and listen to me or do you need more encouragement to do so?” he asked sternly. She didn’t answer, but she stood as still as a statue. Jarrod took her hands again.

“Rebecca, before I met you, your father confessed to me that you were extraordinarily spoiled and that he had done you an injustice by giving in to your every whim as you were growing up.”

Rebecca frowned and turned her head away. Her father lamented that she was spoiled to her, but she felt betrayed he would say so to someone else.

“Look at me,” Jarrod admonished again.

“It is true, Rebecca, and I believe you know it too. You are self-centered and hell-bent on getting your way in every situation.”

Rebecca wanted to be angry at him and refute what he was saying, but she couldn’t, because she knew he was right. For the first time she could remember, Rebecca felt ashamed of her behavior; including the behavior that landed her here, married to a man she didn’t even know. Tears began to form in her eyes. Jarrod took that as a good sign. He didn’t intend to tear her down, but at the same time, he wanted her to face the truth.

As if he had been reading her mind, Jarrod continued. “Rebecca, it is time for you to meet your husband. My name is Jarrod Thomas Barkley and I am not a man who will tolerate your selfish, willful, spoiled behavior or disrespectful tongue. The sooner you understand that about me, the happier you will be as an individual, and the happier will be as a couple.”

“All right, Jarrod. I understand,” replied a subdued Rebecca. She really did feel motivated to be a better person. It was the first time she had ever been confronted this way.

Jarrod stood and placed his hands on her upper arms, rubbing them a moment. She looked up at him and he spoke to her with eyes full of compassion and resolve.

“Darling, I know you think you understand. But I am going to help you truly understand. It may, or may not need to be repeated. That depends entirely on you.”

Jarrod sat back down in the middle of the bench.

“Bring me your new hairbrush, honey, from the dresser there,” he pointed.

Rebecca was so confused. Did he want to brush her hair? How was that going to help her understand what he was talking about? She did as he said. He took the hairbrush from her and set it on the bench next to him and looked at her again.

Rebecca Louisa, I am going to spank you, so you will know how it feels to have your fanny tanned. You need to understand that you will find yourself over my knee again and again if your ill-tempered behavior persists. Hopefully, you’ll choose to mend your ways rather than continue to be spanked like a naughty child.

“But . . . but you already did that!” Rebecca exclaimed, backing up.

“No, I swatted you for refusing to stand still. Now you are going to be turned over my knee and spanked with the hairbrush until I’m sure we have an understanding.”

Jarrod reached forward and grabbed her wrist and pulled her back toward him. She resisted his pull.

“But, Jarrod, I’ll be good, I promise, please don’t spank me!”

“I’m sorry, honey, but it is like Nick said—you are long overdue.”

In spite of her protests and struggles, 25 year old Rebecca Louise Barkley found herself lying facedown, a little cattycornered, across her husband’s lap. Her upper body was to his side and supported by the bench. She was pinned and made basically immobile by his left arm on her back. His left hand held her right wrist at the small of her back. She felt him lay the hairbrush against her nightgown-covered bottom and tried once more to wrestle free, but it was useless.

Jarrod rubbed her bottom with the brush in a circular motion for a few seconds, and then he started to spank. At first, Rebecca just willed herself to take the indignity and get it over with, but the longer he spanked, the more intense the sting became. She began to kick, and shout.

“Stop. Stop it, Jarrod. YOU’RE HURTING ME! Just wait until I tell my father about this!”

Jarrod stopped and said, “You just plan on that, Rebecca. I’m sure he’ll thank me.”

Rebecca, thinking that was the end of it, felt Jarrod tug at her cotton gown, causing it to rise up her legs. Then, to her mortification, he lifted it up over her bottom.

“What are you doing? Stop! “NO!” she shouted when Jarrod deftly undid her bloomers with one hand and then pulled them off completely in spite of her trying to hold on them with her legs.  The new bride’s face flushed from the embarrassment of having her bottom bare before her new husband.

What was worse was that when he had pulled down her bloomers, he shifted her forward, which caused her bottom to be even more prominently exposed. She knew he could see her most intimate parts. He was still for a moment, obviously enjoying the view. Rebecca startled when he placed his large hand on her bottom.

She braced herself, waiting for him to continue the spanking, but he only rubbed and caressed her. Rebecca’s body began to betray her and the anger she felt at being in this position as he rubbed and grabbed and massaged her warm bottom.

“Hmmm, such a lovely picture you paint like this, darling. Your bottom is so pretty, especially in this shade of pink.”

The combination of hearing Jarrod’s voice uttering sensual words and the continued ministrations of his hand caused Rebecca to feel completely wanton. She instinctively parted her thighs, aching for him to touch her even more intimately.

Jarrod smiled to himself at the gesture. He hadn’t meant to stop spanking his wife until she was truly repentant and now he was definitely distracted. He was just a bit surprised at her lusty response to his wandering hand. She had been so resistant to sex earlier – and a spanking has changed all that? Interesting, he mused.

“What is it you’re looking for, love? What do you want? For me to touch you here, perhaps?”

Jarrod’s fingers wandered to her most private place. She moaned a little “Ohhh” and he was suddenly in full blown arousal himself, wishing he was without the clothing that was now pinching him.

“Oh, Rebecca, darling, you are so warm and moist down here . . . do you know what that means?”

She didn’t answer, her breathing was becoming rapid.

“It means you are ready for me.” He inserted his fingers deep into her, in and out, rubbing her little button in between ins and outs. She pushed herself up from the bench with her unfettered left hand, arching her back and opening herself up to him even more.

Jarrod removed his hand reluctantly and rested it on her bottom. She intoned just above a whisper, “Please, don’t stop. It feels so good, Jarrod.”

He was in a quandary. When Rebecca pulled the stunt she did at the ranch last night, announcing their upcoming marriage when she had only known him for a few hours and when no such thing had been planned, he had decided then and there that he was going to turn the tables, marry her, and on their first night together, give her a blistering spanking she wouldn’t soon forget in order to set her on the path to becoming a more loving and less selfish person.

He had only gotten started with that spanking and now they were both sexually aroused. Should he just take her to bed now? Or finish that blistering first, while he had her in this position?

How angry was she going to be when he really lit into her? Would her budding sexual desire wane completely after he hurt her – and he would hurt her; being spanked on the bare with that hairbrush was going to burn like hell before it was all over with. He decided there was no way he was going to take her sexually against her will, so the consummation of the marriage may have to wait until her anger subsides – and how long would that take?

What to do? He had to decide, she was starting to squirm over his lap, wanting up. Which will it be tonight, Jarrod asked himself. Spanking? Or sex?