Marie-Louise Spanked For Crashing – P2

Posted by Editor - July 15th, 2020

With that, John lifted his hand and brought down a flurry of smacks on her jean-covered backside. Marie-Louise closed her eyes, tensed and tried not to squirm, but she knew that by the time her father was finished, she would be kicking and crying and pleading for him to stop. John stopped for a moment, and Marie-Louise exhaled. She felt his weight adjust underneath her, and knew he was reaching for something. She opened her eyes in time to see him pick up her hairbrush. She let out a moan.

“No Honey, not the brush.”

“Would you prefer the paddle little girl?”

“N-no sir.”

THWACK! The hairbrush landed hard right on the center of her bottom. Marie-Louise let out a yelp. Back and forth from cheek to cheek John peppered his little girl’s backside until she was squirming. With that, he gave her a final SWAT with his hand.

“Stand up.”

Marie-Louise pushed herself up and did her best not to rub. John reached for the waist of her jeans, and had them unbuttoned and down to her knees before she could even think to protest. He took her wrist and again pulled her across his lap.

“You, little girl, are going to learn that rules and laws are meant to be obeyed.”

“But Honey, I know that….I just forgot…”

“Well, then hopefully this will help you remember.”

John placed the brush on her backside, and Marie-Louise clenched her cheeks together. He raised the brush and brought it down on her sit-spot. Marie-Louise inhaled sharply through clenched teeth. She tried to count the spanks, certain that if she could just keep count she could imagine the end of this flurry, and somehow she would survive it.

“I asked you a question, and I expect an answer.”

Marie-Louise was startled back to reality. “I, uhm, I don’t know.” She weakly replied, hoping that her answer would somehow satisfy the question.

John put the brush down and continued with his hand. “You SPANK know SPANK perfectly SPANK well SPANK that SPANK ‘I don’t know’ SPANK SPANK is not SPANK an acceptable SPANK answer SPANK SPANK SPANK. Try again. SPANK SPANK”

“I don’t remember the question Papaaaaa.”

Darias Birthday Spanking

Posted by Editor - July 1st, 2020

Daria was turning thirty; today was a special day. She spent the night before playing, knowing she had a party to attend this evening.

The curly hair brunette set out her clothes a blue satin dress something, which she knew would match her tan complexion very well.
Time was nearing for the party when it finally arrived she was greeted by her friends and her family. Her sister had brought along a few of her own friends intent on “Setting her up”. That didn’t really go over to well with Daria who smiled nicely at the guys her sister had dragged along.

After the cake and the gifts, the young damsel decided she’d take a walk in the garden to her surprise a stranger met her under an orange blossom tree on a bench. He had not been among the guests – or at least Daria didn’t recall him there. She would have remembered. His striking predatory features and the well-trimmed goatee would have stuck in her mind.
She went to ask his name, but instead, he placed a finger to her lips. Shaking her head he said: “Now Miss Dariahave you been a good girl?”
She found herself blushing, but a grin crossed her face.

“Young lady I asked you something.” Demanded the stranger.

Daria smiled, playing would make her feel good. “No sir I’ve been very naughty.” She purred.

“Perhaps the birthday girl needs a spanking?”

Though he made it a question the stranger didn’t allow Dariaany options. With one swift action, he pulled her over his knee. Slowly he lifted the hem of her satin dress finding underneath silky emerald green panties.
Smack! He landed one test swat it produced an “Ouch”, but also a giggle from Daria. “Now thirty swats” said the stranger. “Perhaps this might be to much?”

“No sir – I’ve been a very naughty girl.” She looked up over her shoulder batting her eyelashes at him with a smile.

Not saying another word the stranger began the spanking, soft at first but then building harder. After ten whacks he paused and reached for the elastic of Daria’s panties pulling them down to her ankles. Her ass was already the color of an apple. “Now how does that feel?” he asked.

“Oh it stings.” She purred.

“Okay then.” Said the stranger continuing the spanking pleased by the little yelps and cries he was causing.

After her thirty swats the stranger stood Dariaup and hugged her. Nibbling on her ear he whispered. “Happy birthday love.” Daria smiled and kissed him back warm all over.