Kenny Crimson

Kenny Crimson thought about spanking a lot. Ironic,
given that to this point in his life, his bottom had felt no more
than a casual swat. Kenny’s parents divorced when he was young and he
and his sister had stayed with their mom. Whether by nature or
experience, Kenny’s mom was not the type to spank. Kenny’s dad was more of
a spare the rod type, but he moved back to Houston following the
divorce and saw his kids only on holidays.

Perhaps it was the lack of spanking in his own home that had made
Kenny so curious about what went on in others. He had practically
made a study of the subject. Kenny knew that the Kelly twins next
door could expect their mom’s hairbrush or their dad’s belt if they
acted up. Tina Anderson, a single mom down the street, had been
known to put her kids over her knee bare bottomed for hand spankings
and the spoon. At the Vasquez house, all three of the kids knew that
their dad kept a well used strap behind the master bedroom door.
Facts like these spun around Kenny’s brain, making him wonder what it
would be like to get in trouble in a home where parents spanked.

That opportunity came not long after Kenny turned eleven. His dad had
gotten remarried and asked that Kenny and his sister come to Houston
to spend the summer. Kenny was excited at the prospect of going
someplace new. He and his sister, Tara, flew down to Houston and were
met at the airport by his dad and his new wife, Angie. Kenny took in
all the sights of a new city as they drove towards his dad’s house.
It was a bit awkward as the four of them caught up, but Kenny liked
Angie right away. She seemed younger than his mom and dad and she was
pretty. Angie had grown up in Houston, in a large Mexican-American
family.

Within a week, Kenny and Tara felt right at home. Kenny met Matt
Kirby, a ten year old who lived next door to his dad’s house and they
ran around together all day. And just as in his own neighborhood,
Kenny started to learn of the disciplinary practices employed by
local parents. According to Matt, his mom was not shy about using a
wooden paddle on his bare bottom. Mrs. Kirby was a very attractive
brunette and Kenny could not help but imagine what she looked like
spanking.

But the bigger surprise than learning about Ms. Kirby and her paddle
was a discussion that Kenny and Tara had with their dad and Angie.
Kenny’s dad had been raised with a strap and had always planned on
spanking his own kids. Angie’s parents, like many Latinos, were firm
believers in corporal punishment. Angie had felt a leather sandal on
her bare bottom many times and she dreaded her father directing her
to her room while unbuckling his belt. She felt that most parents
these days were too lenient. Long before Kenny and Tara had touched
down in Houston, Kenny’s dad and Angie had decided that old fashioned
discipline would be the rule in their home. Or as his dad has put it during
a family discussion “we only have a few simple rules – no disrespect,
no dishonesty, no deliberate disobedience – but if you break them,
your butts will pay.” Angie had placed a wooden hairbrush on the
kitchen table so there was no mistake about what they were talking
about.

Not long after that, Kenny was at Matt’s house, playing in his
backyard. Kenny was careful to go in the house every few minutes to
check the clock, because he had to be home by 3:00 p.m. Just before
3:00, there was a loud bang as Liz Kirby came charging into the
backyard. “Matt, how many times have I told you not to leave anything
in your damn pockets when you put stuff in the hamper!” Liz was
waving a damp white shirt with a large red stain on it as she tore
across the yard and grabbed her son’s arm. Kenny felt invisible as
Matt was dragged back towards the house. “My favorite blouse – you
won’t sit for a week” was the last thing Kenny heard as his friend
disappeared into the house, leaving the back door open. Kenny’s heart
was racing – it was too much for him, the threat of the paddle, Liz
Kirby’s curvy body peeking out from a sun dress, the fear in Matt’s
face. Kenny had to see it!

He ducked into the house and walked towards the den, from which Kenny
could hear Liz Kirby’s angry voice. He looked around the corner and
there was Matt, face down across his mom’s thighs. Matt’s white butt
had been bared, a small wooden paddle being applied to good effect.
Liz looked determined as her arm snapped down, the paddle making a
loud cracking noise as it danced across Matt’s bottom.

“That blouse cost a hundred bucks and you are going to remember
that . . .” Matt yelled in response, his legs kicking. At that point,
Mrs. Kirby threw one of her own legs over Matt’s, pinning his in
place. With that, the paddling became harder and faster, Matt’s rear
turning pink and then red, with darker spots where the paddle made
solid contact. Matt was bawling, but his mom continued on. Kenny kept
leaning around the corner to get a glimpse, mesmerized by his
friend’s cries from the paddle whipping down and the sight of Liz
Kirby’s pretty face looking as serious and angry as he had ever seen
her.

Kenny decided that he had risked enough. He bolted out the back door,
just as he heard Liz Kirby yelling that “you are not sorry yet . . .”
Kenny’s heart was racing, he was breathing hard and his face was
flush. He couldn’t believe what he had just seen. Kenny crawled
behind a hedge at the side of the Kirby home. He knew that his friend
was being punished, could still hear his crying. But Kenny wondered
what it would be like to take his friend’s place.

Suddenly, Kenny’s thoughts crystallized – he was supposed to be home!
Angie had made arrangements for Kenny and his sister to take placement
tests at the local elementary school, “just in case.” It was last
minute, it was a favor and they had to be on time. And now Kenny
realized that he had been sitting behind the hedge for awhile.

Kenny sprinted home, through the front door. He hadn’t cleared the
entryway before he felt a hand on the back of his neck, pushing him
into the den. It was Angie. “Where have you been? Its 3:45, we missed
your test and I had to call your dad.” She was angry, Kenny could
hear it in her voice. She had pushed him away from her as she was
speaking and Kenny turned to look at Angie. She was wearing dressy
white shirk and a short sleeved tan colored shirt over a tube top.
Kenny could not help but notice how pretty her long dark hair looked,
tied back. But that observation was cut-short.

“You are in for it, your dad already told me to blister your bottom,
mister.” Angie kicked off her chunky heeled sandals and went towards her
room. She returned with a large, wooden hair brush. “March” was all
she said as a hand in his back directed Kenny towards the sofa. Kenny
couldn’t believe it – his first real spanking! He could barely breath.

Angie sat down, put the brush next to her and called Kenny over. He
came close, right in front of her, almost touching Angie’s legs. “You
have embarrassed me, deliberately broke our rules and that butt of
yours is going to learn a lesson.” Kenny started to protest, but he
could see how mad Angie was. He was almost shaking as she reached up
and unsnapped Kenny’s jeans. He looked down, saw Angie’s bright red
nails in his waistband and felt jeans and briefs being yanked to his
ankles. He was bare, right in front of her!

Before Kenny could react, he was being pushed over Angie’s right leg.
It was smooth, warm, soft . . . . But those feelings were short
lived. The hairbrush landed with a crack, the sharpest sting Kenny
had ever felt. He yelped and the brush landed on the opposite
cheek. “You are going to be a very sorry boy, Kenny.” He already was,
as the brush went back and forth, lighting a fire in his behind.
Kenny reached back, to block the brush and Angie grabbed his wrist,
pinning it gently into the small of his back. “You are going to take
every one of these!” She still sounded mad and that intensity was
matched by the action of the brush. Back and forth it went, Kenny
crying out and then sobbing.

Angie could see that Kenny’s bottom was turning several shades of red. He
was crying and there was little resistance left in the boy. She gave
him five more hard swats and put the brush down. “Kenny, you need to
let us know where you are and be home when we say, understand mi
hijo? We care about you but we will teach that bottom a lesson. And
next time, el cinturon.” Kenny had no idea that Angie was threatening
him with the belt. But after his first trip over her knee, he was
sure that spanking was not as fun as it looked!

Saturday Morning

Saturday Morning

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Amber and Clay walked out of their first floor apartment into the bright warm August morning. It was their tradition for the nine months that they had been dating every Saturday morning they picked a local restaurant to have a nice big breakfast at. Most Saturday mornings they woke up around 8 and would lie in bed talking until around 9, but this morning was different. Amber had definitely woken up on the wrong side of the bed. Clay had already warned her if she didn’t get her act together there was only one way this was going to end. Amber knew what that meant, she would be face down over his lap. She had decided that she was going to try to avoid that and had been cordial as they got showered and dressed and headed out to breakfast. As they got into the car Clay realized that he had forgotten to grab the newspaper that was laying on the welcome mat. Since he was already in the car he with a smile asked “Hey honey could you grab the newspaper for me?”

“If you wanted the newspaper you should have gotten it while we were heading out the door, you stepped right over it.” Amber huffed as she walked the ten feet back to the door apartment. As she reached down to pick up the newspaper she felt a strong arm grabbing hers she swung around to see Clay. He unlocked the apartment door and led her inside.

“I will not tolerate you talking to me that way.” he said in his I mean business tone as he led her to the bedroom. “I warned you this morning, but I guess you had to push me just a little bit more. Stand in the corner young lady and think about why you said what you said and how disrespectful that was.”

“Yes sir I am sorry” Amber said with her nose pressed firmly into the corner. She could hear Clay rummaging through the collection of spanking implements that were kept in the closet. Her stomach tightened as she heard him open the long shipping tube that the cane was stored in. She knew that she deserved the cane, but was hoping that he wouldn’t think so.

“Are you ready to take your punishment young lady?”

“Yes sir”

“Good, please turn around and come over here.” Clay said as he sat down on the edge of the bed. When Amber was in front of him he undid her jeans and slid them down then he pulled down her blue cotton panties obediently she stepped out of both of them. Clay then motioned for her to position herself over the side of the bed with her hips elevated by a couple of pillows. Her spanking started immediately he started firmly warming her up with his hand. Then he grabbed the paddle and with firm rhythmical strokes turned her bottom from a soft pink hue to a deep crimson. She was crying hard into the bed. He gave her a brief reprieve as he put the paddle away and picked up the cane. “We are almost done, but because this is the second spanking this week for that tongue of yours I think that a few strokes with the can are in order. I am going to give you six strokes with the cane. If you remain in position and take them obediently then we will be done.” As he let the last word out he raised the cane and brought it down in the exact center of her bottom. A white line appeared immediately then quickly turned red. Then he brought down the cane just above the first stroke, the third stroke was just below the first and then the last three criss crossed the first three. Amber to his pleasure had stayed in position and taken the whole punishment like a submissive woman should. Clay bent down on the bed and gently rubbed Ambers bottom while kissing her passionately and telling her that she once again was his good little girl and all was forgiven.

As one can imagine by the time that they were ready to leave the apartment again it was lunchtime, and Amber asked to go to a restaurant that had very comfortable seats.

Waiting For a Punishment

Waiting For a Punishment

“You had better be on your best behavior, young lady, or there will be serious consequences when we get home. Have I made myself clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
That warning was long forgotten as Brad gave Christy’s bottom a warning swat. The two of them had been down in the basement of his parents’ home alone. Brad had been working on their computer, and he had been asking Christy to do very easy tasks that would help him get this job done faster, but the only thing that Christy seemed interested in doing was looking through his family’s photo albums.
Every time he asked her to do something, she would give him a dirty look or roll her eyes, and this last time, she was brazen enough to say “Can’t you just do that yourself?” After he delivered the warning swat, he looked at her surprised face and sternly said “Remember the conversation that we had in the car?” Knowing that he was going to have to follow through on that threat, she replied “yes, sir”, quietly so that his parents couldn’t hear the word “sir” if they were listening.
They went about the rest of the day’s activities without the need for any more warning swats. Around seven, as they finished with dessert, Brad rose from the couch and said “Well, we really should get going before it gets much later.”
The goodbyes were said quickly and then they were on their way back to Brad’s apartment. Christy sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window thinking and wishing that the drive was shorter and that she could just get the punishment over right then. She hated feeling like there was a wall between them.
“Are you okay? You’re being really quiet over there,” Brad quietly asked.
“You know very well why I am being quiet. I hate waiting for my punishments,” Christy snapped.
She knew that she shouldn’t have snapped like that, but that was how she felt. They drove along in silence for about half an hour and then Brad turned off the highway and into a rest stop.
“Why are we stopping?,” Christy asked, looking at him for the first time since they had pulled out of his parents’ driveway.
“We are stopping because you don’t want to wait for your punishment, and because that attitude of yours needs to be adjusted. I will not tolerate you snapping at me like that,” he said as he pulled into a parking spot that was secluded somewhat from the other cars.
“Please get me your hairbrush,” he said as he turned the car off.
Christy reached onto the floor and grabbed her purse, unzipping it slowly before reaching in and grabbing the hairbrush for him.
“I’ll take that,” he said, holding out his hand. She shoved it into his hand, not at all thrilled with the idea of taking her punishment in the car where there was a remote chance that someone could see her, even though the parking lot only had two other cars in it and there was no reason that any other car would be driving down to the end of the parking lot that they were parked.
“Wow, young lady, you really do need that attitude adjusted; I would think that anyone who knew that they were moments away from getting their ass beaten would try their best to not make the person holding the implement any more upset, but you don’t seem to have grasped that concept. Hopefully after I am done severely paddling your ass with this hairbrush, you will think differently. Please remove your pants and panties and kneel on your seat facing the back.”
Christy quietly did as she was told. When she was in the position that he had requested, he adjusted the back of the seat a bit so that the angle was a little more suitable and then began firmly spanking her backside with his hand. After what was probably about three minutes of steady strokes with his hand, he picked up the hairbrush and firmly pressed it against her bottom.
“Okay, young lady, I am going to turn on my iPod and I am going to spank you for the full length of three songs; after that we will be done as long as you have behaved. If you do anything disobedient during those three songs we will continue for another three songs. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
He turned on the iPod. The first song began playing and he began steadily paddling her bottom to the rhythm of the song. The first song was only about halfway through and she was already having an extremely hard time — he noticed, but didn’t say a word and certainly didn’t lighten up any.
By the end of the first song he was pretty sure that she wasn’t going to make it through this first set of three songs without moving. She was already sobbing and rubbing her feet together like she did every time that she felt the urge to kick. When they were about halfway through the second song, she broke and yelled “I am sorry, sir! Please, my ass is on fire!” and then she turned her butt to get out of the way of the hairbrush.
“Young lady, I will not tolerate you protesting like that, and I will certainly not tolerate you moving out of position. It looks like I have no choice but to finish out these three songs and then spank you through another three. Young lady, if you move any more, I will add another three songs to that.”
As he said that he had paused the song. “Now, young lady, please get back into position and stay there.”
Christy returned to her position, upset with herself for not being obedient. Yes, it did hurt, but it was supposed to hurt and if she had just behaved earlier in the day they wouldn’t be here. Somehow, she managed to make it through the rest of her punishment without moving. When the last song ended, Brad delivered one more solid stroke to her bottom.
“Okay, young lady, please put back on your pants and panties.” She did as she was told as she wiped away the tears from her cheeks. They were once again on their way back to his place. Brad looked over as Christy tried to find a comfortable position. He smiled.
“Comfortable?”
“Yeah, just fine,” she smiled at him, making a slight face. She still loved him even if he had just beaten her bottom so soundly that she couldn’t find any comfortable sitting position. She was just happy not to have that wall between them anymore.

Saturday Morning

Saturday Morning

Amber and Clay walked out of their first floor apartment into the bright warm August morning. It was their tradition for the nine months that they had been dating every Saturday morning they picked a local restaurant to have a nice big breakfast at. Most Saturday mornings they woke up around 8 and would lie in bed talking until around 9, but this morning was different. Amber had definitely woken up on the wrong side of the bed. Clay had already warned her if she didn’t get her act together there was only one way this was going to end. Amber knew what that meant, she would be face down over his lap. She had decided that she was going to try to avoid that and had been cordial as they got showered and dressed and headed out to breakfast. As they got into the car Clay realized that he had forgotten to grab the newspaper that was laying on the welcome mat. Since he was already in the car he with a smile asked “Hey honey could you grab the newspaper for me?”

“If you wanted the newspaper you should have gotten it while we were heading out the door, you stepped right over it.” Amber huffed as she walked the ten feet back to the door apartment. As she reached down to pick up the newspaper she felt a strong arm grabbing hers she swung around to see Clay. He unlocked the apartment door and led her inside.

“I will not tolerate you talking to me that way.” he said in his I mean business tone as he led her to the bedroom. “I warned you this morning, but I guess you had to push me just a little bit more. Stand in the corner young lady and think about why you said what you said and how disrespectful that was.”

“Yes sir I am sorry” Amber said with her nose pressed firmly into the corner. She could hear Clay rummaging through the collection of spanking implements that were kept in the closet. Her stomach tightened as she heard him open the long shipping tube that the cane was stored in. She knew that she deserved the cane, but was hoping that he wouldn’t think so.

“Are you ready to take your punishment young lady?”

“Yes sir”

“Good, please turn around and come over here.” Clay said as he sat down on the edge of the bed. When Amber was in front of him he undid her jeans and slid them down then he pulled down her blue cotton panties obediently she stepped out of both of them. Clay then motioned for her to position herself over the side of the bed with her hips elevated by a couple of pillows. Her spanking started immediately he started firmly warming her up with his hand. Then he grabbed the paddle and with firm rhythmical strokes turned her bottom from a soft pink hue to a deep crimson. She was crying hard into the bed. He gave her a brief reprieve as he put the paddle away and picked up the cane. “We are almost done, but because this is the second spanking this week for that tongue of yours I think that a few strokes with the can are in order. I am going to give you six strokes with the cane. If you remain in position and take them obediently then we will be done.” As he let the last word out he raised the cane and brought it down in the exact center of her bottom. A white line appeared immediately then quickly turned red. Then he brought down the cane just above the first stroke, the third stroke was just below the first and then the last three criss crossed the first three. Amber to his pleasure had stayed in position and taken the whole punishment like a submissive woman should. Clay bent down on the bed and gently rubbed Ambers bottom while kissing her passionately and telling her that she once again was his good little girl and all was forgiven.

As one can imagine by the time that they were ready to leave the apartment again it was lunchtime, and Amber asked to go to a restaurant that had very comfortable seats.

The Package

Stacy plopped down on her overstuffed couch with a carton on Ben and Jerry’s and flipped through the channels trying to find the hockey game. Just as she found the channel and opened her carton of chocolate chip cookie dough there was a knock on her apartment door. She went to the door and looked through the peep hole, it was just the guy from next door that had been her best friend since the day that she moved in 3 years ago.

“Hey Brent, are you here to watch the game with me?”
“I wish I was just wondering if you would be around tomorrow?”
“Yeah, what do you need?” Stacy replied after she mentally checked her schedule.
“I have a package that will be delivered could you sign for it?”
“Yeah not a problem.” Stacy said without hesitation. They did this all the time, she was surprised that he even asked. Over half the time she forgot to ask him, but instead just put a note on her door that directed the delivery man to Brent’s apartment. “You know I don’t mind signing for your deliveries, just don’t forget to place a note on your door before you leave.”
“Thanks so much Stacy you are awesome. Well enjoy your game I have to get some sleep it is going to be a long day at the office tomorrow. ” Brent said as he turned to go back to his apartment.
Stacy curled back on the couch just in time to see a great slap shot that found its way to the back of the net. She felt great not only was her favorite hockey team up by 2 goals halfway through the second period, but she had just finished a young adult novel that she was sure was going to land her an attractive contract with a local publisher. The only thing that was still missing in her life was a tall dark and handsome man sharing this wonderful life with her. She had dated off and on since she was 16 but none of the guys ever seemed like marriage material. Now she was 25 and like her sister kept reminding her she wasn’t getting any younger. Stacy knew what she wanted when it came to a man and so far none of the men that had walked into her life fit the bill. She wanted a man that would listen to her, had goals, and most importantly wasn’t afraid to take her across his knee and spank her hard when she had been naughty or whenever he felt like it. She knew one of these days she would meet a guy that was a spanko, but until then she was satisfied to be single.
The next day was just like any other she got up late and was just about to start in on a big bowl of cereal when there was a knock on her door. It was the delivery man, she signed for the package and the delivery man was on his way. After she closed the door she examined the package. It was a plain brown box that just had Brent’s name and address on it, there wasn’t a return address. She thought that was a bit odd. The box was pretty long and was only about an inch and a half thick, but was surprisingly heavy. Her mind started trying to guess what was in the box, but she couldn’t think of anything that would fit in this size box and weigh as much as this did. She placed the box on the chair next to the door and figured she would ask Brent what was in the box when he came to pick it up.
She went about her day as normal as she could, but her mind and eyes kept going back to the package that was still sitting on the chair. She finally got up and reexamined the package. This time she noticed that the package was just held together with clear packing tape. The same kind that she had in her desk drawer, she figured she could open it see what it was and then tape it back up and Brent would never be the wiser. She knew that she shouldn’t be so curious but she couldn’t help herself. Stacy carefully cut the the tape and before she knew it she had the box open. She couldn’t believe her eyes. inside the box was a beautiful solid oak paddle. Her mind raced how had she not noticed that Brent was a spanko!
She swept her fingers across its beautiful glossy finish. It was a beautiful hand crafted paddle, she had dreamed of a paddle like this slamming across her bare ass. Just as she was turning the paddle over and over in her hands there was a knock on her door. She looked over at the clock it was 7pm. Her mind raced knowing that Brent was standing just outside her door and here she was snooping. He knocked again she tried to get the paddle back into the box and was just crossing her living room when Brent knocked again. She knew that she should call out and say that she was coming, but she couldn’t find her voice. She opened her desk drawer and found her tape she was just about to start taping back up the package when she heard Brent start to unlock her apartment with the key that she had given him about 2 years ago. The door slowly opened Stacy couldn’t move.
Brent was surprised to open Stacy’s apartment and see the lights on and she was there. “Hey, why didn’t you answer the door?” he said as he crossed the room to where Stacy was standing frozen the the same pose that she had been in when he opened the door. Then he saw exactly why she hadn’t answered the door. “What the hell are you doing? Why are you going through my package? I thought that I could trust you?” He was furious and embarrassed, how was he going to explain to Stacy why he had bought a paddle.
Stacy’s face was completely red she couldn’t figure out how she was going to get out of this one and still have her best friend. “I am sorry Brent” she began. “I just got so curious at what was in the box, I am sorry, but my curiosity got the best of me.”
“I don’t get it Stacy that was my package it had my name on it, why did you go through my things. I would never ever think about going through any of the packages that you have delivered to my place.” Brent said as he grabbed the box away from her hands.
“I am so sorry Brent I have no idea what came over me and how I can ever make things right between us again.” Stacy said with tears coming down her face. Brent was her best friend and frankly her only friend that she really felt really comfortable with. Then she thought about it and decided that she would offer her bottom. “Brent, I shouldn’t have gone through your package I am so sorry, but I think that the only way that I think this should be dealt with is by you using your new paddle to teach me a lesson about going through your things.”
Brent couldn’t believe what he was hearing, she just asked him to spank her. He just about had to pinch himself. This was a dream come true Stacy was constantly smarting off to him and then prancing around in front of him in pants that showed off her bubble butt that just screamed spank me. “I think that is exactly what you need young lady” Without another word Brent grabbed her arm and pulled her over to the couch and placed her over his knee. Then without a moment of hesitation he pulled her sweat pants and panties down in one swift motion. Then he raised the paddle and brought it down on her ass.
Stacy couldn’t believe how much it hurt as he brought it down over and over again in practically the same place then she felt the paddle coming down in the lower section of her ass over and over again. She started crying out with every swat. Brent didn’t let up until she was crying so hard that she was having a hard time breathing. He let her up and gave her a hug and told her that all was forgiven. Stacy couldn’t believe how much her bottom hurt, but she couldn’t help but wonder how this was going to change their casual friendship. Was this the start of a wonderful relationship?