This. is. fucking. hot. A very erotic, very poetic and lyrical tale of spanking and orgasm.

Excerpt: He pushes her knees even further apart and she bites her lip; shame and anticipation building like warm honey inside her.

She stays silent however, silent as he traces his finger tips over the lines and welts he has created on her thighs and bottom and silent as she moves against him, her will not her own. She tries again to feel shame but the emotion is lost as his finger reaches just under the curve of her bottom and disappears forwards to trace the evidence of her desire.

She feels his thighs as he leans against her and alters the belt. His thighs are broad and naked. He is naked behind her as she is naked before him. She is bent and exposed before him. She knows that he is hard, she fees him nudge against her as he repositions the strap of leather.

It rests over her back, the buckle bouncing slightly against her ribs when he makes her shudder with his touch.

He leaves it there after he has used it, taking it up without warning and slashing it across her thighs and the curve of her cheeks. At first she cried, then she begs but at some point it became this moment.

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Not So Submissive is a blog written by Indy, a real world spanking player who not only indulges her kink but is kind enough to share her spanking journey with the world at large.

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I don’t mean to deny that the physical handling has its place, and that, too, was very important in this encounter. At the beginning of the scene, Paul took me OTK while he sat in a chair, leaving me semi-dangling over his lap in a way that made me feel small. Then, he put me into a corner while he arranged the room to his liking for the rest of the scene. Holding the back of my neck, he gently pushed me all the way in, until my nose and forehead touched the wall. It was as if he had stroked a submissiveness spot on dog, and it quite literally sent a chill down my spine

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Questergirl‘s blog is a rich place for any spanko in search of recountings of real spankings and fictional tales alike. The story featured here is not a story so much as a ‘trip report’. A hard playing spanko with a bottom that has borne the brunt of enough real discipline to make many women quiver, the stories from Questergirl’s spanking life will have you alternately gasping and… doing other things.

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This was also the night he decided he was going to teach me about patience, with many implements. He used the Lexan, the wooden paddle, the rubber ruler and the Loopy. I also noticed him doing something with his computer, which distracted me for a minute at first, but he was rather insistent with the spanking and the lecturing, so my focus was back pretty fast. LOL I started crying pretty fast, what with him going at it really hard with the paddle. I don’t need to go from memory about this spanking. Remember when I said he was doing something with his computer? Well, we had been talking about doing more audio clips, so Mr. Sneaky RECORDED the spanking on his Garage Band program!! I do have it on my iTunes and my iPod now, and damn is that paddle LOUD.

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Melissa knows she needs a spanking, but there’s no-one she trusts to give her one until she comes across an advertisement for a professional spanker. Who better to bare a deserving bottom and spank it bright red than a man who has upturned many dozens of deserving ladies over his lap? Told from the point of view of spanking virgin Melissa, this highly erotic spanking story by Iraussieguy will have you tingling and wriggling in your seat.

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“Very good Melissa, are you ready to complete the spanking?” Matt said as he once again sat on the couch his eyes roaming my body.

I nodded at him through the tears and resumed my position over his knees, I knew he could now see all my arse and pussy but I didn’t care, I was on fire inside and wanted my bottom to be on fire too.

There was to be no gentle resumption of the spanking as the first smack landed with a stinging ‘whack’.

“Owwww,” I yelled as the hard smacks continued without let up. Once again I was wriggling around on Matt’s lap.

“Ouch, ohhhh, oh God, stop, pleeeeease stop,” I cried, not meaning what I was saying and of course Matt didn’t let up as I had not used the code word. The spanks were getting harder and Matt paused more between each hit. My poor arse was now on fire as each time Matt seemed to hit just that little bit harder. Oh how it was stinging and once again the tears were running down my cheeks. But still I wanted more, I was so excited now, the smell of a very turned on woman pervaded the room, after all these years I was in ecstasy from the agony!

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Valentine’s Day is a story by Tenth Muse Top about a rebellious and rather misbehaved chocolatier. It is erotic, but more than that, it is beautiful. There’s something quite literary about it and even if that word puts you in mind of dusty people in tweed you shouldn’t let it put you off.

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Hand, over hand, he pulled the braided cord towards him – he could see chocolate: sculpted, coloured and dusted with pale icing sugar… The colour work was subtle, sculptural in itself, the chocolate smooth and curved and dimpled and…

Dimpled?

Henri gasped, stunned. For there, as beautifully and skilfully crafted as though Michelangelo had made them himself, was a full-size sculpture of a woman’s naked bottom. The hips were dark around the sides and dusted in the cleft with icing sugar; the buttocks themselves were curved and pert and proud – and they had a definite reddish hue about them. It looked like …a well-spanked bottom!

“Sacre-BLEU!”

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Quite a fun and erotic little spanking story about a young lady who acts out in the hopes of a spanking and gets much more than she bargained for. This is just one of Truth and Love‘s many spanking stories available free on Literotica.

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“Alright, Linda,” I said quietly, “bend over at the waist but not all the way. Good, now undo your jeans, pull them down and hold them up just a little above your knees.”

“Oh God, Rick, please no,” she whispered, “don’t make me show my underwear outdoors.”

You’re going to show a lot more than that, I thought to myself, but did not say out loud. I needed to overcome her inhibitions gradually. Each step of her exposure had to seem to her to be a minor escalation from what she’d just done.

So I just hissed “I warned you about stalling. For that, you get five extra spanks in this set. Now, get those pants down.”

She gave a little cry and hurried to obey. Her face turned pink as she undid the top button of the jeans and unzipped the fly. Still bent over, she looked frantically in every direction and then, with her thumbs in the waistband, she pulled them down and let them drop.

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This is the first story I’ve put on this site that isn’t really about spanking – yet. It’s part of a domestic discipline mini-fic series by Serenity Everton and it’s, well, it’s fucking beautiful. If you’re looking for hand on ass action, you’ll be disappointed. If you’re looking for something that goes deeper and finds the core beneath all that smacking, then you’ll be hooked.

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He’d positioned her head on his upper arm, gripped the back of her hair in his hand and had proceeded to explore her body with his other hand until she’d been arched and tried desperately to push his hand against the throbbing pearl of flesh at the head of her vulva.

“No,” he’d said huskily, capturing her wrist. He tucked it beneath his thigh, then very deliberately and with his eyes on hers, had lifted her other wrist to rest on the back of her head, where his hand could hold it in place.

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This short erotic spanking story is packed with bratty resistance, but as with all good spanking stories there is a happy (red bottomed) ending.

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“Please don’t.” It’s the first time anything polite has passed her lips since this started. It’s too little too late. His hand is at her waist, flipping up the skirt she wishes she hadn’t worn.

She cannot believe he’s seeing her in her panties. She blushes crimson as he slips a finger into the waistband and slips them down too, leaving her naked and pressed over his hard thighs.

A little sob escapes her lips. He’s hardly laid a hand on her but already it’s more than she thinks she can take. Her bottom tingles where he touched her lightly, her breath comes quick and shallow. It’s really happening. He’s actually going to do it.

A quick slap gets her attention. “Bottom up, young lady.”

Her whimper is pitiful. Isn’t it enough that she’s there, bare and about to be spanked? Does she really have to participate in her own punishment?

“No.” She says the word again, but this time there is no defiance in it, no conviction. It is a whine, a plea destined to be denied.

He props his thigh up, lifting her hips with it. The position is undignified, her legs splay slightly no matter how much she tries to push them together. His hand is back, a warm palm across her cheeks. The touch is devastatingly intimate.

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Take your panties down.

That’s right, all the way to your knees.

I want to see that bare bottom of yours. I want to see your pretty blush as my eyes roam over your body. I want to see the curls between your thighs as you try to hide your secret places from my gaze.

It’s worse having to take your panties down yourself, isn’t it?

If I slid them down you could be petulant and defiant, but this way you are the one showing me your bottom and your pretty pussy. You are the one putting yourself on display.

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Atrocious Lex is a long running lesbian spanking series following the fortunes of Atrocious, a pretty young wanderer who manages to run afoul of all the wrong people. What ensues is sex, spanking and a great deal of discipline that she resists with all her might!

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“Now, what shall we do to teach you a lesson?” Ayla asked. “You’re filthy you know. What have you been up to?” It was a rhetorical question hardly requiring an answer and the mud didn’t seem to dissuade Ayla as she slowly slid her hand up from Atrocious’s knee to her inner thigh.

Atrocious gulped. The outcome of this little interlude appeared to be all too clear as her body instinctively responded to Ayla’s touch. The pulsing arousal between her legs returned with a vengeance, reliance on her other senses heightened by her inability to see. She parted her legs slightly and moaned happily when Ayla slid her fingers all the way up and pressed her fingertips gently against Atrocious’ core for a moment.

Unfortunately the pleasant sensation was short lived. The fingers withdrew and the next thing Atrocious felt was a quick slap across her face. It was not hard enough to be truly aggressive, more like the swatting motion of a cat toying with its prey. Caught between desire and fear, Atrocious growled in response.

“Naughty,” Ayla noted in the darkness. “Very naughty.”

Before Atrocious could curse, the fingers returned between her legs. Ayla stroked through her britches, petting her pussy with a massaging motion that elicited soft moans. It was hard for Atrocious to stay angry when she felt so good, it was hard to be afraid when her hips were lifting off the chair and her mind was consumed with the desire to remove her pants.

Boldly, Atrocious reached down and shoved at the waistband of her britches, forcing them down over her behind. She was forced to clamp her thighs together a motion that ejected Ayla’s fingers, but it was the work of a moment to kick her muddied pants off and when she was done she spread her legs hopefully once more.

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