Spanking

Spanking is considered by the Illuminated to be the most useful form of discipline. This is because it provides an immediate negative reaction to an undesirable behavior and it can be altered in length and severity so that it is appropriate to a particular situation.

A spanking can take many forms, and we will discuss several here.

Having been raised in the Church of the Illuminated, you have all been spanked during your childhoods. If you are an older sibling in your family, you may have given spankings to younger brothers and sisters. However, spanking your wife is a different experience than spanking a sibling or any child.

Consider first a traditional, moderate spanking.

After you have discussed your wife’s misbehavior with her, you will proceed to uncover her bottom or tell her to do it herself. You will then seat yourself on a chair, a bed, a sofa or another piece of furniture that will allow your wife to be pulled across your lap. Small women can be spanked over your lap on a chair, but larger women will require the support of a sofa or bed. Remember her comfort. You want the pain she experiences to be in her bottom and not because of poor positioning.

Pull your wife firmly across your lap, and do not begin the spanking until you have positioned her appropriately. Most likely you will want your wife’s bottom to be squarely over your lap. Some men prefer to have the bottom positioned slightly more on one thigh. You will discover the positioning that is most comfortable to you.

Once her uncovered bottom is appropriately positioned, place your hand on it. Allowing her to feel the weight of your hand on her bottom sets the appropriate mood for the spanking. Do not allow clenching of the bottom cheeks. If this becomes a problem, spank her on the thighs until she relaxes the muscles in her bottom.

Begin the spanking with a sharp slap to the bottom of one or both of her cheeks. You will concentrate your spanking on the base of her cheeks because that is where she will feel the burn when she sits and because that is the safest place to spank. Some men prefer to spank one cheek and then the other, while other men prefer to spank in the middle of the cheeks.

Unless your wife has a very small bottom, it may become necessary to move the cheeks with one hand while you spank with the other. This is so that you are able to spank the area under her bottom cheeks where she will put much of her weight when she sits. Do not hesitate to spank this entire area. If you are having trouble reaching all of your wife’s bottom, tell her to part her legs so that you can have access to more of it. You can also tilt her bottom upward with her legs straight.

Some husbands will reserve spanking the thighs, especially the tender inside areas, for serious misbehavior or punishment during the spanking. This can be useful if your wife cannot control herself while being spanked. For example, if your wife repeatedly kicks her legs toward your face or reaches back with her hand, you can pull her bottom cheek back and spank hard on the insides of her upper thighs. This will remind her to keep herself under control.

Of course if your wife cannot control herself, you can pin her down by placing one of your legs on top of hers. This way you can wallop her bottom hard without the risk of being kicked.

One technique that works for many couples during a spanking is requiring the young lady to verbally admit to her misbehavior. Her husband will give her bottom several hard spanks and then prompt her to repeat a statement such as “I was a naughty girl to skip prayer meeting today” or “I will not skip prayer meeting again.” Each statement should be followed by hard swats. This will cause your wife to associate her misbehavior with the feeling of being spanked. You can enforce that association by saying something like, “This is what will happen every time you skip prayer meeting” or “girls who skip prayer meeting have their bottoms spanked.”

Some women respond to scolding while being spanked, while others are so focused on the spanking that they cannot hear what you are saying anyway. You will learn what is best for your wife.

Over time you will learn when to end the spanking. You will want to spank your wife to the point of crying tears of real repentance. When your wife is truly sorry for her actions, you should be able to hear it in her voice.

Most women will require no more than a moderate spanking. Remember that a woman’s response to punishment is based more on the emotional than the physical. If you able to understand her emotions, you will not need to make the spanking severe.

The sofa was on fire.

Frankie stood staring at it for a few moments. She decided that it wasn’t on fire, really. There were no flames. But it was certainly making a lot of smoke. She tried to remember if her cigarette had been the cause of the trouble. She looked down at her hand. Through a mist of vodka, she saw that she no longer held her cigarette. It must be hers, then, that was burning a hole in the cushion.

“I smell smoke,” said a voice. Frankie wasn’t sure where the voice was coming from. It seemed to float toward her through the room. She craned her neck to locate it. Her straight, soft hair fell across her bare shoulders, and she wondered what had happened to her t-shirt.

“It’s the sofa!” someone else yelled.
She felt herself being jostled out of the way as the smoke was cleared. Someone dropped her cigarette into a glass of water.

“Hello,” she said.

The person looked at her. “Frankie? Are you okay?”
“Uh huh,” said Frankie, bobbing her blonde head up and down very slowly and peering into the person’s eyes. This person seemed to have three of them.

“How much have you had to drink?”

Frankie felt two hands on her shoulders that she recognized as belonging to her best friend, Jessica. Frankie sighed with relief.

“Jess!” she exclaimed, breaking into a grin. “What are you doing here?”
Jessica looked worried. “We came here together, Frankie. We came in your car.”

Frankie nodded again. “Okay, then. Are you ready to go home? I’m ready to go home, Jess. I don’t feel so good.”

Jessica shook her head. The motion caused her to slip a little, and she steadied herself. “Oh no, girl. I’ll drive. You’ve had too much to drink.”

“I’m fine!” Frankie protested. She started to take a step toward the door, but then she fell down onto the formerly smoldering sofa. She closed her eyes. “Just lemme rest a minute.”

“Frankie? Frankie?”
Frankie barely heard Jess. She felt like she was floating away.

Then everything went black.

“Good morning.”

Frankie squinted into the bright sun that streamed through the kitchen window. Then she slumped into a chair. It had taken all of her strength to move from the sofa to the kitchen.
The person standing in front of her handed her a cup of coffee. The smell made her stomach turn.

She looked up at the person. He was tall with dark brown hair and a bit of scruff around his face. He wore running shorts and a t-shirt advertising a 10K in New York City.

Frankie blinked several times. “Do I know you?”

The person shook his head. “I don’t think so.” He tossed her something. “Put this on.”

She flushed as she realized she was only wearing a skimpy undershirt. She took the offered t-shirt and pulled it over her head. It was several sizes too big, and the extra fabric fell off her shoulders.
She tried to look around, but the motion made her head hurt. She looked back up at the stranger. “Where am I?”

“You’re at my house,” he said brightly.

She moaned. “Did I… I mean, did we?”

A look of confusion crossed his face, and then he laughed. “No. You spent the night here, but you were alone on the sofa.”

“Oh,” she said. She looked at the coffee and then back at the man. “The party was here.”

“Yes,” he said. “And it looks like it was quite a party.”

“This isn’t your house. This is Mandy’s house,” she protested, remembering. She and Jessica had come here to see Jess’s new friend, Mandy. She was throwing the party.

“I’m Mandy’s brother,” the man said. “I own this house.”
“Oh,” she said again. She closed her eyes.

“But I wasn’t here last night,” he explained. “And apparently Mandy decided to have a wild time in my absence.”

She started to nod and then let her head fall down onto the table. It landed with a thump. “Ow.”

“You okay?” he asked her.

She grunted.

“I’m Nick,” he said. “I’m headed out the door for a jog, but if you need me…”
“No, I’m fine,” she murmured from her spot on the table. Then she lifted her head. “Where’s Jess?”
“I don’t know,” said Nick. “I don’t even know Jess. But Mandy’s not here either, so maybe they’re together? There’s a green Sunfire in the driveway.”

“Mine,” said Frankie.

The phone rang. Nick answered it. Frankie noticed his large hands as he gripped the receiver. “Hello? Uh huh. Where’s Mandy? Yeah.” He put his hand over the phone receiver and turned toward her. “Are you Frankie?”
She nodded and held out her hand. He passed off the phone.

“When you’re done I want to talk to my sister,” he said.

Frankie put the phone up to her ear. “Hello?”

“You okay, Frankie?” It was Jess. “I didn’t mean to leave you there alone. I was a little drunk last night, and you were all passed out on the sofa.”

“Where are you?”
“I’m at the apartment. Mandy took me home.”
Frankie nodded. Her head was still spinning. “Oh. Nick wants to talk to Mandy.”

“Who’s Nick?” Jess asked.

“The brother,” said Frankie. “And the roommate, I guess.”

Then Jess was gone. Frankie handed the phone to Nick. He put it up to his ear, and Frankie dropped her head back down on the table.

“Where are you, Amanda?” Nick demanded.

Frankie groaned. The tone reminded her of her father. She did not want to be reminded of her father, especially when her head was spinning.

“I want you to come now,” he said. “We’re going to talk about this…. No…. no…. You’re nineteen years old! You’re not even old enough to drink.”
Frankie groaned. She hadn’t known Mandy was underage. No wonder the girl had asked them to stop for liquor on the way over.

“No,” said Nick firmly. “Right now.”

He hung up the phone and turned back to Frankie. His gaze reminded her of the police shows she’d seen on television. She half expected him to turn a spotlight on her. “So what went on here last night?”

“I don’t remember,” she said honestly.

“Figures,” he said. “You okay to drive home?”

She felt nauseous. “No.”

Nick sighed and helped her to her feet. “The spare bedroom is just down the hall, first door on the right. You go in there and sleep it off.”

He guided her down the hall, and she found the bedroom.

“And the bathroom’s across the hall,” he said, just before leaving her. “Use it if you feel sick. I’m not interested in cleaning up vomit this morning.”

She nodded obediently. Then she climbed onto the strange bed and fell asleep.

She awoke to a sound she thought was the clap of thunder. Then she thought it might be someone building something outside. As she became more awake and took in her surroundings, she realized what it was. She had heard that sound many times during her childhood.

She sat up and looked at the clock. It was after noon. She sighed, glad she had made it through the morning without being sick. She stood up and crept to the bedroom door. She opened it a bit, and the sound got louder. It was coming from one of the other bedrooms. When she stepped into the hall, she could hear voices with the sound.

“Nick! Nick, no!” a female voice begged. She sounded near tears. “Nicky, please. I’m sorry!”

The cracking sound got faster and louder. “This is never going to happen again,” said Nick.

“It won’t! It won’t!” the girl insisted. “Ow! Nicky!”
“No drinking, no parties and no strangers in this house, Amanda,” Nick said, emphasizing his point with some particularly harsh smacks.

“I won’t! I won’t do it again!” Mandy nearly screamed.

The cracks continued, and Frankie closed her eyes. She heard Mandy crying hard. In the sobs, she could also hear an echo of herself when she was back at home over the knee of her father or her own big brother. She slid against the wall and listened.

In a few minutes, it was over. She heard the siblings talking in low voices, but she couldn’t understand what they were saying. She went back into the bedroom and crawled under the sheets.

She pulled the covers up to her neck and let herself relax into the cool sheets. The sounds of the spanking hadn’t bothered Frankie in the least. She had grown up in a family with six children, and there was hardly a day when someone wasn’t getting spanked. Frankie’s own brother, Josh, had even done the honors a time or two when he’d come home from college. In fact, she had no doubt that if Josh were in this bedroom with her, he’d be doing to her exactly what Nick was doing to his sister in the other room.

She smiled and then sighed. She did miss her family. But she reminded herself that this move across the country was exactly what she needed to put her life in order. In Frankie’s small town everyone knew everything she did. To them she would always be The PK, the preacher’s kid. They knew her life story inside and out. They knew that she was the rebellious youngest daughter of Pastor Caro. They watched her like a hawk, daring her to make a mistake.

With everyone just waiting for her to sin, it was no wonder she’d started at such a young age. In the shadow of her gloriously well-behaved older sisters, there was no role for Frankie except to be the bad seed. It was how she got her attention, even if that attention usually involved her bare behind.

For this reason, Frankie had no problem knowing that Nick had just spanked his little sister in the next room. The thought actually made her feel a little bit homesick.

She closed her eyes and rested for a little bit longer. By the time she finally got out of bed, it was nearly two o’clock.

She made her way back into the kitchen, this time feeling much more chipper. Brother and sister sat together at the kitchen table. The house had been cleaned, and everything looked like it was back to normal.

“Hey Frankie,” said Mandy brightly. “Feeling okay?”

Frankie smiled. “Much better, thanks.”
Nick was standing by the microwave. He’d changed into jeans. “You want a bagel or something?”
Frankie nodded and accepted the food gratefully. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, thankful that there were still several left.

Nick shook his head immediately. “Nope. Not in this house.”

Frankie grimaced. “I did it last night.”

Mandy groaned as her brother shot her a look.

“You’re not doing it now,” said Nick.

Frankie’s anger began to rise. She glared at Nick. “Who says? I’m an adult. I’ll do what I want.”

Nick raised his eyebrows at her. “This is my house,” he reminded her. “And waking up hung over on a stranger’s sofa is not the behavior of an adult, young lady.”

Frankie rolled her eyes and stuffed the cigarettes back into her pocket.

“This is what your friends are like?” Nick asked Mandy.

“Hey, don’t talk about me like I’m not here,” Frankie protested. She looked at Mandy. “Brothers are a pain.”

Mandy started to smirk but then set her mouth into a straight line when she saw her brother watching her. Her eyes laughed when she glanced at Frankie.

Then Nick turned his gaze to the visitor. “As long as you want to be part of the conversation, why don’t you tell me about how you and your friend came to buy alcohol for my teenage sister.”

Frankie shrugged and looked at Mandy. The teen was tall and slender with a mass of brown curls. “She looks twenty-one,” said Frankie helplessly.

Nick was incredulous. “You didn’t ask her?”

Frankie shot her hands up. “Hey! I’m not on trial here.”

“You could be,” Nick growled, his dark eyes zeroing in on her. “Buying alcohol for minors is illegal.”

“Wait,” said Mandy with a sigh. “Jess asked. I told her I was twenty-one.”

Frankie looked triumphantly at Nick, but he was focused on his sister.

“You what?”
“I told her,” Mandy said softly. “I told her I was twenty-one.”

Nick shook his head and then folded his arms. He stood there breathing deeply for about thirty seconds. Then he said, “I am going to blister your butt.”

“Nick!” Mandy protested. Her cheeks turned pink.

“’Manda, I am way beyond caring who knows that you get your little hiney spanked,” Nick said threateningly.

Mandy looked like she wanted to crawl under a chair. Her cheeks blazed red. She turned to Frankie. “We come from a very conservative family.”

“You don’t have to explain anything to her,” said Nick. “This is between you and me.”
Frankie ignored him. “It’s okay, Mandy. When I was sixteen, I snuck into a frat party and got drunk on beer. I had to stare at the empty beer can on the floor while my brother smacked my bare behind with a paddle.”

The room went silent. The siblings both stared at her.

“Really?” Mandy breathed. “I didn’t know anyone else had a family like that.”
“Lots of people do,” said Frankie. “Especially back in Georgia. Why do you think I left?”

Mandy laughed. Then she remembered how much trouble she was in, and she looked at the table.

Nick was still staring at Frankie. “I wondered about that accent.”

Frankie smiled. “I’m a Southern Belle.”
Nick laughed, and Frankie was surprised to notice that he had a fantastic smile. “You certainly are,” he said.

Frankie’s eyebrows went up. He seemed to be flirting with her. She glanced at Mandy and then looked back at Nick. “Don’t you think she’s been through enough?”
Mandy looked up hopefully.

“No,” said Nick.

Frankie smiled. “You are just like my brother, Josh.” She pursed her lips together. “Tell you what? You let Mandy off the hook this time, and I’ll buy you lunch.”

Both girls looked at Nick expectantly. He seemed to consider this offer for a moment. Then he said. “Okay. Just this once.”

Mandy breathed a sigh of relief.

“But if this ever happens again, you are in real trouble,” he told his sister, his voice low and serious.

She nodded solemnly. When Nick had turned away from them, she mouthed the word thanks. Frankie winked at her.

Nick stepped into the hallway to pull on a jacket. When he returned, he addressed Frankie. “Come on.”

She looked up. “Where?”

“You promised me lunch,” he said. “You drive.”

Frankie laughed and stood up. Then she smiled at Mandy. “I guess we’re going to lunch. See you later.”
Mandy grinned and watched them leave. Just as the door was nearly shut, it opened again. Nick stuck his head through. “You are grounded,” he told her. “You’re not going anywhere for a week.”

She pretended not to hear him.

The Preacher’s Wife

By Jennie May

Frankie sat perched on the wooden chair outside of the farmhouse’s front room that Nick used as his office. She and Nick had been married for only a few months, and he had recently begun a position as pastor of the nearby Abington Community Church. Nick was handling the position well, in spite of those who thought he was too young for that level of responsibility. He had proven that he had the experience and the skills to lead the church effectively as well as to deliver inspiring and enlightening sermons. Frankie, however, was finding that her role as a pastor’s wife was not as easy as she had expected. In spite of years watching her mother in the same role, Frankie was having trouble with the diplomacy and grace required.

Frankie couldn’t see into the office, but she was still aware of the unfolding events. The door was open, and she could hear everything that was happening inside. She bit her lip, listening to the conversation.

“I understand,” said Nick. His voice was low, serious and completely professional.

“It’s not that we necessarily disagree with what Frankie said,” a higher voice explained nervously. “We understand her feelings on the matter.”

“But we disagree with the tone she took with Mrs. Dell and with the words that she used to explain her position,” said Marshall Kent, the oldest and most serious member of the church board. Frankie could just picture the old man’s round face crumpled into concern.

“I understand completely,” Nick repeated. “Frankie needs to learn how and when to express herself.”

Frankie winced. She felt terrible that she had put her husband in this position. He had just started his job, and she was already causing trouble. She had known all along that Mrs. Dell had been one of the people who had been against Nick’s being hired as pastor.

Frankie thought about Mrs. Dell and tried to contain a grumble. Old Mrs. Dell was the most miserable woman in the church. She complained about everything from Nick’s sermons to the color they had painted the church nursery. She had been talking Frankie’s ear off last Sunday when she mentioned that she didn’t believe children under the age of 5 should even be brought to church.

“Disruptive, that’s what they are,” the woman had said, squinting her eyes at a group of children playing nearby. “In my day, children knew how to behave. Now they just run like wild animals. You should speak to your husband about banning children from services.”

“Banning the children?” Frankie had repeated. “But how will they know about God?”

“They’ll find out about God when they’re old enough not to both me during worship,” Mrs. Dell had snapped.

For a moment Frankie had just stood in front of the woman, shocked. Then, too quickly, she found her voice.

“Jesus said let the little children come to me. Perhaps we should ban nasty old women instead, Mrs. Dell.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Frankie wished she could grab them all and shove them back in.

Mrs. Dell had huffed and turned quickly on one heel. Then she’d made a beeline for Marshall Kent.

That was why the church board was visiting Nick today. Frankie was so embarrassed she felt like crawling under a table. But she knew that if she wasn’t there to see the church board to the door, it would disappoint Nick.

She would do her duty as a minister’s wife, even if it squashed her pride.

Frankie stood as the little group left Nick’s office. She stood with her hands clasped against the back of her skirt and forced a smile.

“I’m glad you understand, Nick,” Marshall Kent said, shaking her husband’s hand.

Nick nodded solemnly. “I’ll take care of it Marshall. I appreciate you bringing it to my attention.”

Frankie swallowed hard. She moved to stand beside her husband and say goodbye to the church board as they left the little house. Each member told Frankie goodbye, but each seemed a little bit nervous to be speaking to her. Frankie felt like a naughty child who had been tattled on by the neighbors.

Frankie bit her lip and looked down at the bed.

Nick pulled her across his lap and positioned her bottom over his thighs. Then he flipped up her skirt and pulled down her panties.

“You have more responsibilities than the average woman, Frankie,” he told her sternly. “You are a minister’s wife, and the way you act is a reflection of me.”

Frankie felt chastised before the spanking even started. When it did start, the stinging slaps fell fast and with force. Her bottom soon felt like a ball of rubber left out in the sun. She involuntarily kicked her feet and closed her eyes tightly as Nick’s hand landed again and again on her bare cheeks.

The spanking wasn’t long, but the sting in Frankie’s bottom was intense when Nick let her up. There were tears in her eyes as she stood in front of her husband.

“I love you,” Nick told her, his eyes revealing his adoration. “I don’t know what I’d be without you. I know that I ask a lot from you so that I can pursue my calling, and I appreciate that you are willing to fill that role.”

“Of course I’m willing!” Frankie said, momentarily forgetting the sting in her backside. She threw her arms around him. “My calling is to support you in yours. I’ll do better, Nick. I promise.”

He laughed, pulling her onto his lap. She winced as she sat. “Maybe you’d better promise to try.”

“I promise to try,” Frankie told him. She kissed him and snuggled into his shoulder, breathing in his scent.

He held her there for a moment and then let his hands began to wander over her body. Frankie groaned and pushed herself toward him.

They both stayed in the bedroom until the next morning.

Katie’s stomach did a flip-flop as she fell onto Evan’s muscular legs. She gave a little squeak at the impact. Evan positioned her so that her bottom was centered on his lap.

Katie was wearing nothing but a work shirt of Evan’s. When she was standing, it hung off her shoulders and down to her knees.

Evan pushed the fabric toward Katie’s waist to reveal her bare bottom. He put his right hand over both cheeks and began to massage the skin.

“Naughty girl,” he murmured, his voice deep and soothing.

Katie squirmed. “Naughty? I didn’t do anything.”

“Not yet, but you will,” he told her.

Katie shook her head in protest. “You can’t spank me for something I might do.”

“I can’t?” Evan’s voice betrayed laughter. He leaned back and regarded her.

“Maybe you can,” Katie conceded with a smirk. She relaxed over Evan’s lap and sank into the feeling of his fingers on her bottom. The fingers journeyed very slowly toward the center of things, and Katie’s pussy began to throb with anticipation.

But before Evan’s fingers made their way into Katie’s personal crevices, he pulled his hand back and began swatting her bottom.

“Ouch!” She yelped, jumping at the surprise attack.

Evan kept smacking her until she could feel a little sting building.

“That hurts!” she complained.

“That doesn’t hurt,” Evan told her. He placed five rapid fire swats on her left cheek and then repeated on the right.

“Yes it does!” she yelled.

Evan stopped and placed his hand on her bottom. “No, Katie. But I can certainly make it hurt..” He pulled back his hand and smacked her bottom hard. “That left a handprint,” he announced.

Katie yelled, biting her lip to stop herself from cursing.

“Now are you done complaining?” Evan asked her.

“Yes,” she said. She let her head fall down onto the sofa while Evan kept whacking away at her bottom.

“I don’t deserve a spanking,” Katie muttered trying to sound annoyed. She knew her voice betrayed her growing lust.

“You always deserve a spanking,” Evan told her. He spanked her low and in the middle of her cheeks, and Katie could feel her body grow moist.

“Just creating a little heat,” Evan told her. He swatted her a little harder, and smiled when Katie yelped.

“You have the sweetest little voice when you’re being spanked,” he told her.

Katie rolled her eyes and was immediately thankful that Evan didn’t see it.

Evan’s hand stopped swatting and rested between Katie’s legs. His palm was partially in her bottom crack and his fingers slid down between her legs. Evan had a large, heavy hand. Katie sometimes wondered if there was concrete inside.

“I’m going to fuck you hard and then paddle your sweet behind,” Evan announced.

Katie smiled. “Sorry, honey. I have an appointment back at the office.”

“Hm, so I only have time for one? Should I fuck you or paddle you?” Evan mused, teasing her verbally and with skillful fingers.

Katie wiggled her bottom seductively and pushed back against Evan’s hand.

“Okay, okay,” he told her. He slipped one finger and then two inside her. She rocked against him.

“Who’s the appointment?” Evan asked. He wiggled his fingers against the rough inner wall of Katie’s vagina, and she went weak.

“Uh.. hm?” she breathed.

Eric pressed his fingers against her. She moaned loudly. “The appointment, Katie. Who is your appointment with?”

“Oh, that woman Charles recommended,” she said. “It was the contract we worked out last night. More.”

“More?”

“More pressure.”

Evan complied with Katie’s request and pushed his fingers against her with a slow pulse. Katie’s head swirled and she concentrated on the feeling.

“You’re going to hire her then?” Evan asked, continuing his intrusion.

“What? Yes, of course, if she agrees. Oh Evan,” she moaned. “That feels so good.”

Even pressed a little harder, and Katie squirmed.

“Your bottom still warm?” Evan asked her.

Katie nodded. The answer to that question was always yes.

“Let’s just make sure,” he said. Katie whined as Evan popped her bottom quickly twenty more times.

The sting in Katie’s bottom wasn’t unbearable. In fact, it was the center of a glow that went all through her body.

Evan slipped his fingers back between her legs, and Katie moaned. He brought her to the edge, back arching toward him, and then he pulled away.

He stood and flipped Katie onto the bed on her back. He kept his eyes on hers as he took off his clothes. Then he slowly unbuttoned the shirt she was wearing and pushed it aside. He climbed on top of her and leaned over her body, making her feel small and possessed.

“You are so wet,” he told her. “Somebody likes to be spanked.”

Katie grinned, and Evan leaned down to kiss her on the mouth. His lips pressed forcefully against her own.

Then his other parts were pressed against her, too. Katie moaned as Evan slipped inside her, filling places she hadn’t known were empty. Evan gave her a moment to feel him inside her before beginning to slowly rock back and forth. Katie moved with him, pressing her hips up and pulling him into her.

“Naughty baby,” Evan whispered in her ear as he rocked her body forward and back. “We’ll have to find time for that paddling.”

Katie arched her neck a little. She could feel Evan’s warm breath against her chest, and it was bringing even more heat to her already burning body. She matched Evan’s rhythm, the pressure inside growing more and more intense.

Just when she thought she would burst, he stopped.

She whimpered.

Then he began to move again, this time with stronger thrusts that moved her whole body with him. Katie felt her desire rising like a tide, and she shuddered.

“Go ahead,” he told her softly. His voice was calm but broken by his own heavy breathing.

The orgasm washed over her like water. She closed her eyes and felt the waves rush, bringing her out to sea and then back again.

Evan came more explosively, intensifying Katie’s rolling waves like a storm at sea. By the time it was over, Katie’s legs felt weak.

Evan climbed off of her and then leaned back against the sofa with a heavy sigh.

Amber woke up in the twin bed and pulled the princess sheet and blanket up to her chin. She yawned and snuggled deeper into the blankets. She knew that Gina would be in soon.

Gina opened the door and stepped inside. “Good morning, Amber.”

Amber looked up at Gina and grinned. Gina was in her mid 40s, about 20 years older than Amber. She and her husband, Dean, had been clients of Katie’s for a long time. They had worked with other girls but enjoyed Amber the most.

“Good morning, Mommy,” said Amber. She sat up and stretched her arms. She climbed out of bed and padded to Gina. Her drop-seat footie pajamas were warm and cozy. Secretly Amber wished she had a pair for her apartment in the city.

Gina patted Amber’s bottom and gave her a kiss on the head.

“Now go potty, honey and then make your bed. Daddy’s waiting for us in the kitchen,” Gina told her.

Amber padded to the bathroom while Gina disappeared toward the kitchen. On the way back, she ignored her bedroom, knowing that was what the clients wanted. She climbed up onto the wooden bench at the kitchen table and let Gina serve her pancakes.

“Good morning, Daddy,” she said to Dean. He was drinking his coffee.

“Good morning, sweetie,” he answered her with a smile.

“Did you make your bed, Amber?” Gina asked.

Amber looked away. “Um… yes.”

Dean looked at Amber. “Young lady, are you telling the truth?”

Amber shrugged. “I’ll make it later, ‘kay?”

Gina put her hands on her hips. “Amber Jane, did you just lie to your mommy?”

Amber conjured up a guilty look. “I… I didn’t mean to.”

Dean put down his coffee. “You know better than to lie to Mommy, Amber. Go to your room.”

Amber slammed her fork against the table. “It’s not fair!” she shouted.

Dean stood, and Amber scampered to her room. Dean and Gina followed close behind.

Dean grabbed Amber by her forearm and seated himself on the small bed. He pulled Amber across his sturdy thighs.

“Daddy, no!” Amber pleaded. “Daddy don’t spank.”

“You’re getting a good, hard spanking,” said Gina. Her hands were on her hips. “You were a naughty girl. You disobeyed Mommy when you didn’t make your bed, and then you lied about it.”

While Gina was scolding, Dean was unbuttoning the little flap on Amber’s pajamas. He pushed the fabric down on both sides so that Amber’s bare bottom poked out like two little hills with a valley in between.

Dean began spanking Amber with swift, firm swats. Amber started to sniffle and kick. “No Daddy! Stop!”

“Daddy will not be stopping until your little bottom is nice and pink,” Gina said while Dean continued to spank Amber.

Amber wiggled her bottom under Dean’s descending hand. “Daddy no! I’m sorry!”

Dean landed several more swats on Amber’s uncovered bottom. Then he looked at Gina. “You think it’s pink enough?”

“Yes!” cried Amber.

Gina pursed her lips. “A few more for the lying.”

Dean followed his wife’s directions and landed five more hard swats to the pink skin. Amber cried out with each one. When he was finished, Dean let Amber crawl off of his lap.

“Daddy, aren’t you going to put my flap back?” asked Amber in a teary voice.

“But where IS it?” Meggie asked, squinting up at the large building in front of them. She had been promised three different swimming pools and a private beach.

Jack took her hand. “It’s back there. I promise. All you can see from here is the main house.”

Meggie had to admit that the main house was impressive. It reminded her of old Southern homes with its sturdy columns holding up a massive front porch. A wooden fence that Meggie judged to be about 8 feet high guarded what was behind all that house as far as Meggie could see.

There were many cars in the parking lot already with plates from all over. The resort would be open all summer, and guests would come and go as their own schedules allowed.

There had been no signs for the resort, and there was no advertising. It was snuggled up into a remote area where it would be hard for someone to just come across it by accident.

Jack pulled the large suitcase, which supported a smaller one, out of the trunk of their car. Meggie flung her own duffle bag over her shoulder and followed her husband inside.

Meggie’s body registered a little shock when she stepped into the almost chilly air-conditioned main house and out of the nearly oppressive summer heat.

A huge, grinning man greeted them at the door. He had silver hair and a friendly face. Meggie judged him to be in his late 60’s at least. He held out his hand to shake Jack’s and then Meggie’s.

“Welcome. I’m Uncle Everett. You have reservations, I assume?”

Jack nodded and followed the man to a desk and a small computer.

Uncle Everett looked closely at Meggie. She was wearing short navy blue shorts and a t-shirt with a scene showing exploding fireworks. She had pulled her hair into a ponytail and tied a red ribbon around it.

“I’ll need proof that she’s over 21,” said Uncle Everett sternly. He looked hard at Jack. “If we catch anyone here under 18, we do pursue legal action.”

Jack started to laugh but then cleared his throat instead. “Oh Meggie is far past 21. She’s very youthful looking.”

Meggie pulled herself up to her full 4’10” and handed her ID to the man behind the desk. She was, in fact, nearly 30 but small and baby faced.

He nodded and smiled. “Checks out.”

He handed Jack a key and pointed him to the elevator. They would be on the second floor of the large house with a view of the saltwater pool.

“I want to swim!” Meggie announced when they were in the elevator.

“We’ll swim,” Jack promised. “Calm down.”

On the way to their suite, Jack and Meggie passed a couple on their way one of the pools. The man had on blue swim trunks and a t-shirt advertising a steakhouse. The woman wore a pink swimsuit with white polka dots and lacy frills. It had clearly been custom made for her, perhaps modeled after a design originally meant for a toddler. The couple was about the same size. The woman might have been slightly larger, even. But it was clear to Meggie that the man was in charge.

Meggie sometimes wondered what it would be like if she was the dominant partner and tall Jack the submissive. It made her giggle.

The woman and Meggie grinned at each other as they passed.

Meggie appreciated the woman’s style. She herself tended to dress young at these events. After all, that was part of the fun. But she preferred regular looking clothes to the frilly stuff for herself and she knew that not everyone could pull off the look the way that she could. However she enjoyed seeing the sometimes outrageous costumes that other people chose to wear. Some even wore diapers and baby bonnets.

Jack opened the door to the suite, and Meggie immediately ran inside dropping her duffle bag on the floor. She went to the window where she could see a huge pool surrounded with people.

“That’s where everyone is,” she concluded.

“There and at the other pools,” said Jack. He stepped up behind her to take a look for himself. “There are two more on the property as well as some smaller areas for privacy, or so I’m told.”

Jack let his hands roam Meggie’s body as she studied the scene outside. She could instantly pick out several male dominant, female submissive couples just as she and Jack were. But there were also femdom heterosexual couples and plenty of same sex couples too. In some cases Meggie couldn’t immediately tell from clothes or behavior which was the dominant partner. She reminded herself that some people like to switch back and forth. She watched a woman in a large sunhat and a skirted swimsuit taking another woman across her knee. The submissive woman wore a frilly two-piece, and her partner pulled the bottoms right off. She took a small paddle from the table beside her and delivered a swift spanking to the naked bottom. Then she sent the woman back into the pool with her bottom bare and pink.

The Babysitter

“We’ll need you for about four hours each evening,” Marla said. She wasn’t looking at Kasey. She was looking at her phone. She turned to her husband. “I’ve got to take this call. Can you hammer out the details, hon?”

Brian, Marla’s husband, nodded and accepted a kiss from his wife before she left the room. Kasey watched Marla’s feet tap the wooden floor as she walked briskly away. She was obviously a woman who took business seriously.

Brian leaned forward and folded his hands. His blue-grey eyes gave Kasey a bit of a shock between her legs. She wondered if he could tell. She uncrossed and then crossed her legs under her plaid skirt. When she chose her scholarly outfit she thought it would make her look responsible. Now she was wondering what Brian was thinking.

“We both work a lot, almost every evening. That’s why we need you,” Brian continued.

Kasey shifted in her seat. She was a 19-year-old college student and was living away from home for the first time. She had answered an ad in the college newspaper for a babysitter and had ended up in Marla and Brian’s multi-million dollar home.

Marla and Brian’s three-year-old son, who had been mentioned in the ad, had turned out to be a tiny dog with puff after puff of white hair. His name was Cody and after greeting Kasey, he went to sleep on the large dog bed in the corner of the room.

“Any questions?” Brian asked Kasey. “Is the money we’re offering okay?”

Kasey nodded slowly, trying not to appear too enthusiastic. Brian and Marla were willing to pay her $25 an hour for doing almost nothing. She hadn’t expected the job would be so easy. She could study while she worked. She smiled. It was a no brainer. “My only question is when can I start?”

“Tomorrow night if you’re available,” Brian told her. He stood, so she did too.

Brian walked Kasey to the door. “Pull up to the gate and it will open. When you get here tomorrow just ring the buzzer.”

Kasey tried to act like she had been to plenty of homes with security gates. Brian waited at the door until Kasey was safely inside her little Toyota.

By the time Kasey made it back to the dorm that night things were quiet. Most of the students present were studying or asleep, and the party girls had not returned from their adventures. Kasey slipped through the halls passing door after door with dry erase boards mounted to the outside. She stopped by the front desk to pick up her mail before heading back to her room.

The only thing in her mailbox was a notice from the school’s billing department. Kasey groaned. She knew what it was before she opened it. She owed the school several hundred dollars for charges at the bookstore, and the money was overdue. Kasey had called her mom to ask for the money, but her mother couldn’t send her anything until her next paycheck. Kasey hated to take her mother’s money anyway. She knew her mom was struggling.

Brian and Marla wouldn’t be paying Kasey until the end of the week. She wondered if she could ask them for an advance on her first night of employment.

Kasey let herself into her dorm room and tossed the notice in the trash. She was too tired to think about it.

Her roommate was out with her boyfriend, and Kasey knew from experience that she probably wouldn’t be back until the next morning. She pulled off her jeans and t-shirt and climbed into bed in just a cotton camisole and a pair of panties. Her sleep was restless. She kept dreaming about being thrown out of school for not paying the bill and then of Brian’s sexy eyes.

Kasey was fifteen minutes early for her job the next evening, but Marla was rushing out the garage door as soon as she saw Kasey enter.

“I’ve got a dinner meeting in ten minutes,” she said, grabbing her car keys from a hook on the wall. She wore what seemed to Kasey to be a replica of the skirted suit she’d had on the night before. “Cody’s asleep in the guest room. He’s eaten and probably won’t get up again. Just be sure his water is fresh. He doesn’t like any hair in it. Make sure he gets the bottled water from the fridge. And make yourself at home.”

Kasey said goodbye but Marla was already gone.

Kasey went into the family room and flopped down on the large, comfortable sofa. She placed her books on the coffee table and even opened one, but she soon lost interest. She was curious about her new employers.

Kasey had no idea what Brian or Marla did for a living, but she knew that it was profitable. The house lacked nothing. The kitchen was huge, and there were signs that a cook and housekeeper had been there that day. In fact she was pretty sure that even Cody had his meals prepared by a member of the staff.

She got up and began to explore the house. The large family room flowed into an even larger kitchen with stainless steel appliances and double ovens. There were even three sinks. Huge double doors led outside to a manicured backyard featuring a huge in-ground pool. Beyond the pool was a perfect lawn that unfolded into tennis courts.

The opposite door of the kitchen opened into a formal dining room and a hallway with a sprawling, formal living room. All of the furniture in the living room was white. The walls were white as well, and even the decorative pieces were white. Kasey thought it was almost eerie, and she was afraid to touch it for fear of leaving the tiniest spot of oil from her fingertips.

Across from the living room there was a computer room with two desks and one wall of bookshelves.

One set of stairs went up from the hallway and another set went up from the family room, both leading to the impressive second floor. Kasey climbed them being careful not to make any noise.

The first room she came to was Cody’s room. She only knew that because his name was painted on the door. She peeked inside and sighed. Cody’s room was about ten times more spacious than her dorm room and featured an overstuffed dog bed big enough for a person. She wondered if he’d let her move in with him. After Cody’s room she passed a gigantic bathroom. Two more rooms were furnished as guest rooms connected by another luxury bathroom. Cody snored loudly on one of the guest room beds. The next room was set up with workout equipment, which explained where Brian got those muscular arms. Next to this room there was another set of stairs.

Kasey climbed the stairs to find herself standing in a huge room spanning the entire third floor of the house. There was no doubt that this was Brian and Marla’s room. A king sized bed had been placed next to a wall of windows and the other end of the room had been set up as a seating area with a sofa, television and fireplace. Kasey walked slowly to a large dresser across from the bed. The only thing on it was a little wooden box with an orchid painted on top. Kasey had seen something like it on an auction show on TV. On the show, the little box had turned out to be worth several thousand dollars.

Kasey picked it up. It was heavy. She pulled up on one side, and the box opened. Kasey gasped.

There was cash in the box and a lot of it. She didn’t stop to count, but she could easily see several $100 bills. She looked around. Did she dare? She told herself that people like this didn’t know how much money they had laying around. She could pocket the money and then put it back after she got paid. Slowly she took five of the bills, leaving plenty behind. She closed the box slowly and jumped when the lid snapped into place.

Kasey’s heart was pounding as she hurried back down the stairs.

Kasey paid her bookstore bill the next day and had some money left over to buy a pizza. She stashed the rest in her jewelry box vowing to return the full amount after she was paid.

Kasey was relieved when neither Brian nor Marla said anything to her about the money the next few evenings. By the last night of the week she had relaxed completely and was toying with the idea of not giving the money back at all. After all they clearly had plenty. To them $500 was probably like extra change.

Friday evening it was Brian who met her at the door instead of Marla. The way he looked at her caused Kasey to feel a little jolt of anxiety.

“What are you doing here?” asked Kasey casually. “Taking the night off?”

Brian pursed his lips together. “I wanted to talk to you.”

Kasey looked into Brian’s eyes, but she couldn’t read them. She tried to stay calm. There were plenty of things he might want to talk to her about. She looked around. “Where’s Marla?”

“Marla took Cody to her mom’s for the weekend,” Brian said, his eyes not moving from hers.

Kasey swallowed. “Then you won’t be needing me tonight?”

“Sit down,” Brian said, directing her to the white living room. Kasey prayed that her shoes were clean enough not to get the carpet dirty.

She took a seat on the living room sofa as Brian had instructed. Brian didn’t sit. He stood over her. Kasey was surprised to notice just how large he was. She looked up at him through nervous eyes.

“I want to talk to you about the money,” Brian said.

“The money?” Kasey asked, hoping he was referring to her pay.

“The money you took,” Brian clarified. “Don’t play dumb, Kasey. We have security cameras in every room.”

Kasey’s mouth dropped open. She was shocked to realize that there were cameras in the house. “You’ve been filming me?”

“We film every person who comes into this house,” he told her evenly. “You want to explain yourself?”

Kasey bit her lower lip. “I just… I had a bill from the campus bookstore, and I didn’t have any money to pay it.”

“You could have asked,” Brian pointed out. “We would have fronted you the money.”

“I should have asked,” Kasey said hoping to earn some sympathy by agreeing with Brian. . “I was going to return it.”

Brian crossed his arms over his chest and stared into her eyes. “What are we going to do with you?”

Kasey didn’t know if he wanted an answer or not.

“Suggestions?” he prompted.

Kasey shook her head. “Don’t fire me.”

Brian nodded. “If Marla knew, she would fire you.”

“Marla doesn’t know?” Kasey asked. She felt a glimmer of hope. If he hadn’t told Marla, it might mean that Brian didn’t want to fire her after all.

Brian shook his head slowly. “Marla does not know.”

Kasey began to think she understood where Brian was going with this. Sex was nothing new to Kasey. She’d been active for several years, and she was attracted to Brian. “What do you want me to do?” she asked in a low voice. She hoped she was indicating that she was willing to do whatever he wanted.

“Not that,” he snapped.

Kasey flushed.

“I’m willing to let you keep this job, but I think you deserve to be punished for your theft,” Brian told her.

“Punished?” Kasey tilted her head. What could he mean?

“Yes. I’m going to take you upstairs and spank your bare behind,” he told her.

She looked for a clue that he was kidding, but she didn’t see one. “You want to spank me?”

He nodded. “I have wanted to spank you since the moment I saw you, and now I have a reason.”

“But no sex?”

He shook his head. “No.”

Kasey thought about this. Like most young women her age she had not been spanked growing up. But she knew that it was a punishment that had been given to children, and she couldn’t imagine that it would be so bad. And if it would allow her to keep this job, it was absolutely worth it. She looked up at Brian and nodded. “Okay.”

Brian’s eyes developed a dark haze, and he took her by the hand. “Let’s go.”

Kasey stumbled up the stairs behind Brian. She felt anxiety but also excitement, wondering how this was going to play out. She had always been attracted to strong, take-charge men but she had never seen one in action.

Brian took Kasey into the bedroom and shut the door. He sat her down on the huge bed, physically moving her body with his.

Kasey was nervous. She sat on the edge of the bed with her hands pressing into the mattress on her sides. She kept her knees and feet together. She watched Brian as he watched her.

“Okay, young lady. It’s time to talk about your misbehavior,” Brian said. “You know what you did was criminal? You seem worried about being fired, but I could call the police.”

Kasey blinked. She had not thought about that. He was right. Taking the money was a pretty stupid move. She couldn’t imagine having to tell her mom that she had been charged with theft. She would do anything to avoid that.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Brian asked.

Kasey shook her head and swallowed hard. “No. I shouldn’t have taken the money.”

“You are right. You shouldn’t have taken the money. Didn’t your parents teach you that it’s not right to steal? What would they think if they found out?” Brian demanded.

“My mother would be very disappointed,” Kasey admitted in a small voice.

“And your father?”

“I don’t have a father.”

Brian mulled this over. “I’m about to show you what it feels like to have a father.”

Kasey felt her breathing become shallow. She hoped she wasn’t going to pass out.

“Stand up,” Brian commanded.

Kasey stood and remained still as Brian unsnapped and then unzipped her jeans. He pushed them down over her hips, and Kasey felt a sense of embarrassment as well as a shot of sexual energy. Brian’s hands slid over Kasey’s panties, and her knees went weak. She had to hold onto Brian to keep from falling.

“You okay?” Brian asked.

Kasey was touched by the tender tone of his voice. “Yes.”

He looked down at her face. “Have you ever been spanked?”

She shook her head.

“Not by your mom or even a boyfriend?”

She shook her head again.

Brian nodded slowly. “I see.”

Kasey was beginning to get very nervous. She was hyper aware that she was standing before a very attractive man that she barely knew, and that her pants were at her knees.

Brian sat down on the bed and patted his thigh. “This is where your naughty bottom goes.”

With Brian’s guidance, Kasey placed herself over his lap. All of her weight rested on Brian’s thighs. He put a hand on her panties and patted her bottom.

Kasey felt a strike of lightening in her sex at this little gesture. She closed her eyes and tried to keep herself together.

Brian rubbed his hand over the fabric of her panties. “This is what is feels like to be a naughty little girl about to be spanked.”

Kasey’s nerves were tingling. Why didn’t he just get on with it? The talking was making her crazy.

“You know you shouldn’t take things that don’t belong to you,” Brian said. “That was not a good decision. I hope that next time you are tempted to steal you’ll think about where it got you.”

He didn’t wait for her to answer. Instead he lifted her slightly with one hand while he pulled her panties down with the other.

Kasey sucked in her breath, realizing that Brian now had her bare bottom over his lap.

“That’s right, Kasey,” said Brian. “Naughty girls get spanked on the bare bottom. That’s the old-fashioned way, and it works.”

He patted her bottom again, this time with no fabric separating his skin from hers. She was surprised to feel that his hands were rough. He squeezed her right cheek and then her left.

Then suddenly his hand came down on her bottom like a thunder crack.

She cried out and jumped forward.