Crime never pays!
I’m not saying that she was asking for it, but as I closed the door to our tiny apartment, she was lying over the back of the sofa, her tight skirt-clad bottom gently swaying up in the air, enticing me, beckoning me over. Next to her, precariously balanced on the back of the sofa was a hairbrush, a silicon spatula and a belt, waiting for me. From the tightness of her skirt, I could see that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She didn’t say a word and shook her bottom a little more, as if a taunt.
Not one to go against her wishes, I uncuffed my shirt and rolled up its sleeves. I appreciate comfort, you see, and I didn’t want to give her a subpar performance. After all, she had gone through all that trouble to… lie around waiting for me, I guess. There probably were a hundred reasons for her to deserve a spanking, and, truthfully, I didn’t really need to know which one had brought that about right then and there.
Instead, I put the tip of my fingers in the small of her back, and felt her shiver. A small moan escaped from her lips, and I noticed that she was wearing a blindfold. One hand still on her back, the other slid across the skirt and cupped her round cheeks. She shook her bottom a little more, pushing it into my hand. I went down to her thighs and caressed them, seemingly at random, losing my hand between them. Her breathing was getting harder already, and she spread her legs a little.
Bending down, I laid a soft kiss on her right cheek, then immediately followed with a hard slap that pushed her hard against the back of our sofa. She cried out, but said nothing more. I spanked her left cheek just as hard, and she pressed herself against the sofa again. She raised her bottom up, tiptoeing in her heels, wordlessly begging for more. Being a gentleman, I obliged.
Slap after slap, she cried and moaned and heaved. At some point, her skirt had come up, revealing that I had indeed been right and that no underwear was to be found underneath it. Her pearly white cheeks had gone to pink, to red, to bright, deep crimson. I could see that her blindfold was getting wet, and that she was biting her lips not to cry harder. Between her thighs, the pearling wetness was an invitation and I couldn’t help but slide my fingers over it, caressing, probing, and teasing her. She pressed her legs shut and pushed her bottom out. Clearly, it wasn’t time for that yet. I grabbed the hairbrush.
Later, finally satisfied, she ripped the blindfold off, panting. On trembling legs, she got up. Without looking at me, she started walking towards our bedroom. Then, looking back over her shoulders and with her tongue licking her lips, she asked:
“Well? Is that all you’ve got?”
— Moi j’abuse ?
—Et en quoi, s’il te plait ?
—Euh, mes fesses ?
—Oui, et ?
—Et tes mains qui les tapent, mes fesses !
—Je vois toujours pas en quoi j’abuse ?
—J’ai rien fait !
—Ah oui ?
—Ah bah c’est un comble…
—Bah oui, hein… Cette fessée, là, c’est de l’abus !
Sa main s’abat une fois de plus sur la croupe déjà rougie de la demoiselle.
« Mais arrête !
—De me fesser !
—Mais rien du tout, Julie. »
Une autre claque, plus forte.
« Mais si ! Arrête ! J’ai rien fait !
—On est d’accord.
—Tu te fiches de moi, Thomas ??
—Ah non, je te prends très au sérieux, ma chérie… »
Il attrape sa culotte et la baisse en deux mouvements secs qui font rebondir les petites fesses de sa victime. Elle s’agite et remue, ce qui ne fait qu’amplifier le spectacle qu’il apprécie. Il la fesse de nouveau, à pleine main, laissant une marque brûlante. Elle gémit.
« Maaaais ! C’est pas juuuuste !
—Tu n’as rien fait, oui oui…
—Alors arrête !
—Tu n’avais rien à faire ?
—Quoi ? »
La claque la fait bondir. Sur le haut des cuisses, sèche et soudaine.
« Tu m’avais promis que tous tes dossiers seraient bouclés, oui ? »
Elle ne dit rien. Une autre claque. Une autre, cinq, dix.
« Oui !
—Oui quoi, Julie ?
—Oui, j’avais promis…
—J’ai rien fait…
—Vu le pot de glace vide, les canette de coca et l’état du salon, t’as passé la journée devant la télé, je me trompe ?
—Non quoi ?
—Non tu te trompes pas…
—Et donc, cette fessée, tu la mérites ?
—Bah oui mais…
—Mais quoi ?
—C’est pas de ma faute…
—Ah oui ?
—C’est de la faute à Netflix…
—Ah ça, quand tes fesses seront de la couleur du logo, on verra ce que t’en dis ! »
Elle fait la moue.
« Tu vas pas annuler l’abonnement, hein ?
—Oh non, t’en fais pas, tu regardes tes séries, et moi je profite d’un autre spectacle… »
Sa main frappe, Juli sens ses fesses qui gigottent. Clairement, il y gagne, le saligaud.
We were having a conversation about M/F spankings in other parts, so here we go!
Though I personally prefer F/F scenarios, I do try to keep some variety around here ^^
Had fun colouring that bottom, too 😁
Anyway, tell me what you’d like to see in the future!
“Quiet down, please!” the teacher said to the class. The boys stopped chatting as they saw the pile of papers that she was holding.
“Are these our tests, Miss?” a boy named Ryan asked.
“They are. Now, please take a purple pen and go through the annotations as I hand them.”
There was a rustle as the boys dutifully looked into their pencil-cases for the necessary pen. As post-16 students in one of the top grammar schools in the country, all of them were used to weekly tests, and needed little reminder of what to do. Discipline and behaviour had never been an issue.
“Got it!” Ryan said, holding his pen up. “First?” he looked around. “Boys, always competitive…” Miss Moore thought.
With a tut, she put the paper down on the boy’s desk. He gasped.
“What is this?” he asked.
“That’s your test, Ryan,” she said.
“I can see that, but it seems you’ve given me a… C minus?”
“Indeed, Ryan, that’s quite disappointing… Did you revise before this one?”
“Of course I revised,” he said with a frown. “Not that I needed to, this was ridiculously easy. There must be a mistake.”
There was a snicker behind him. “Is that a C, Ryan?” another boy asked.
“No way!” Ryan said, “Miss has made a mistake.”
She huffed. “There is no mistake! I do not make mistakes. Maybe you need to reconsider the amount of effort you should put into your work, young man.”
Ryan frowned and turned the page, quickly scanning through the answers. Miss Moore gave the next boy his test.
“Miss!” Ryan called.
“Not now, Ryan,” she replied tersely, and kept handing out the tests.
“Hey, Ryan!” the boy behind him called, “Look, an A!”
“A plus!” another called out.
“Quiet, boys…” the teacher warned.
“But Miss!” Ryan called again.
“That’s enough, young man!” she snapped. “I can see that you are disappointed with your grade, but it is merely a result of your own complacency. No one else in the class is complaining. In fact, no one else did quite as bad! Maybe next time you will check your work before handing it in, and make sure that you didn’t make silly mistakes that end up costing you dearly, yes? Now I don’t want to hear one more word about it, understood, Ryan?”
“Ryan?” she asked again.
“Yes, Miss… But…”
“Not another word! I’d rather not have to discipline you. Though if I’m honest with you, a result like that should be reason enough for a good spanking!”
There was a OoooooOooooh from the other boys. It had been a long time since any corporal punishment had been needed, and Miss Moore was well fit. More than one boy had dreamed of being pulled over her lap… or the opposite.
She looked at the rest of the class and lifted a finger in warning. “That’s quite enough, boys. You only have twenty minutes to do your corrections, then the lesson’s over. And as for you, Ryan, I would use my time wisely if I were you and try to understand what went wrong so it doesn’t happen again.”
For the next ten minutes, only the rustling of papers and pens could be heard. As the minutes ticked by, Ryan’s frown only deepened, until he couldn’t hold it in anymore and rose his hand.
“Miss?” he asked.
Sat at her desk, she slapped it with the tip of her fingers and rolled her eyes. “I thought I made myself clear, young man?”
“Yes, but can I show you something, Miss, please?”
“Yes, yes, if there’s something you don’t understand, I can help you, of course.”
“Poor little Ryan can’t even correct the mistakes himself…” said a voice behind him.
More snickers behind his back, and Ryan felt his cheeks blush in shame and anger.
“Shut up!” he said, turning around.
“Ryan!” Miss Moore said.
“I’ve had quite enough of your attitude, young man!” she hissed. “I think you and I are going to have a talk at lunch.”
More ooohs and aaahs.
“But you got it wrong!” he said, “Look!”
He held his test up.
“You’ve marked each question as if it were the next,” he continued. “See? The first one here? It’s correct, right? And this one, look? It goes A, C, D, but you circled A, C, D on the next one. And then the next, and then the next!”
Miss Moore snatched the paper off his hand and started leafing through it, blushing. “I-I…” she stammered.
“Well?” Ryan asked.
“I think…” she started.
“Did he get it right?” one of the boys asked.
“Legend!” another yelled from the back.
“It’s all correct, isn’t it, Miss?” Ryan asked with a smile.
“Y-yes… It appears so…”
“So what you’re saying is…” Ryan continued, grabbing his chair and dragging it in front of the desks. “What you’re saying is that you made a silly mistake?”
“I… Hum, well…” she stuttered again.
“Are you telling me you didn’t check your work before handing it in?” he grinned, “I think you’re the one who needs a lesson, Miss…”
The other boys in the room were gleefully looking at her, arms crossed, a smile on their face. One of them, Ian, went to the door and casually leaned against it. A few already had their phones out.
“I don’t know what you’re saying, Ryan, but…”
“What I’m saying, Miss, is that we expect a high standard of work from you, just as you do from us. That’s only fair, right?”
“Yes. I-I suppose?”
“And you said it yourself, such silly mistakes are reason enough for a good spanking.”
“I… Did I say that? I… Hum…”
“You said it, Miss…” said another student with a wry smile.
“Yup, you did,” chirped another.
“What’s my grade?” Ryan asked.
“A… A plus…” Miss Moore said, hesitantly.
“What was it out of? The marks?”
“One… One hundred and ten…”
Ryan looked around with a grin. “What do you think, guys? One hundred and ten, sounds fair?”
All of them nodded, some of them mouthing “Yeah!”
“I… I don’t think that’s appropriate…” Miss Moore tried, but Ryan was already pulling her over his lap.
Quickly, he landed a series of slaps over her dress. It was clingy enough that he could see the patter of her lacy panties underneath. As she wriggled and protested, he held her firmly in place and only spanked her harder, encouraged by his classmates, several of which were pointing their phones at them.
“Maybe next time you won’t be so quick to dismiss questions, Miss?” he said with a grin, and kept landing hard, open-palmed smacks on her curvy ass.
“Oww!” she yelped in pain, “Please! You’ve made your point!”
“Lift her dress!” one of the boys called. Many others approved. Not one to disappoint his audience, Ryan quickly pulled it up, revealing a white pair of lace knickers under which creamy-white buttocks were turning pink. After a second of admiring the view, he went back to work, much to the delight of the other boys. As more slaps poured down, Miss Moore was blushing from both ends, and tears had begun rolling down her cheeks. She was begging and crying out with every other slap, knowing that a classful of boys were staring at her rear, and that a frilly pair of lacy lingerie was all that protected her dignity —the little of it she had left, anyway.
“Have you been counting, Miss?” Ryan asked as his hand hit her wobbling bottom once more.
“The one hundered and ten slaps?”
Ryan tutted and shook his head, “Were you not paying attention, Miss? I thought the task was quite clear… Such a silly mistake… Should we start again at one, then?”
“N-no! Please! Ryan!”
He nodded to another boy. “Joe. How many?”
“Sixty four,” the other boy said.
“See? We do pay attention, don’t we miss?”
“Y-yes, I-I’m sorry!”
“You said it yourself, you should make sure that you don’t make silly mistakes that end up costing you dearly…”
“Yes… I’m sorry… I…”
“Only forty three to go!” Joe said with a grin.
“No, please!” she moaned.
“Oh yes…” Ryan said with a grin, “But first…”
Pinning her arm behind her back. he grabbed her panties and slowly, almost delicately pulled them down to her thighs, revealing bright red, clenched cheeks. She kicked her legs in protest, but there was nothing the could do. There was palpable excitement in the room, and none of the boys said anything, as if stunned by the view. Big, ugly tears were running down Miss Moore’s cheeks and she screw her eyes shut.
A sudden massive slap made her open them wide again, and she cried out in pain and surprise.
“How many more?” Ryan asked.
“Forty two!” she moaned.
“Well done!” he said and slapped her ass again. And again, and again.
“T-ten!” she sniffled a few minutes later.
“Six! Six! Oww!”
He held his hand high. “Anything you want to tell us, Miss?”
“Will you make any more silly mistakes?”
“No! No! I will check my work! I won’t make silly mistakes again! Please”
Just as the final slap landed, the bell went off.
Ryan let his teacher go and got up.
“There you go lads, class dismissed!” he said. Behind him, one hand on her desk, Miss Moore was rubbing her red, painful, punished bottom.
Polly closed the door and stepped into their apartment. She could feel herself blush already. That phone call one the way home had not been pleasant, and she knew very well what was waiting for her. Polly was a bubbly 25-year-old, as upbeat as they came, and she always found a silver lining to every situation. This time, however, there wasn’t any that she could discern.
Nervously, she tucked one side of her hair behind her ear, took her jacket off and hung it in the hallway. James, her boyfriend, was waiting in the living room. She knew he was because he had told her that’s where he would wait for her. He had also told her about what would happen next. In truth, she had hoped she would get away with that one. Unfortunately, she hadn’t counted on the credit card bill coming in the mail. Isn’t it all online these days? she told herself. She bit her lip. She was stalling, standing there in the hallway like an idiot. She felt a knot in her stomach; she hadn’t been spanked in so long…
Yet, there was desire there too. The spanking would hurt. The shame… Would too, in a different way. But she had been feeling bad about that stupid bill for days, and she craved the catharsis. She craved his hands over her, and around her once he was done. She wanted him to tell her it would all be okay, and that he was going to take care of it. Take care of her.
Oh yes, it would burn. She would cry, and beg, and plead. She would curse her own stupidity, and he would scold her like a child… She shivered. Anticipation? She pressed her thighs together. She was still in the hallway. She knew he had heard her come in —their front door needed a good push to close, it was never a discreet entry. She pulled down on her dress. It felt very short, all of a sudden.
Would he take her panties off? Of course he would. When she was spanked, it was a proper punishment, and a proper punishment was on the bare bottom. She knew that. She hated that. Or did she love it? That moment when the fabric slid down her thighs… It signalled the last stage of the spanking, so to speak, things getting serious. Anything before that was only foreplay.
Foreplay… Was it what it was to her? No, it was a punishment. Pain. Humiliation. Her bottom throbbing in agony, fire radiating from her rear. And fire right between her legs too… She would push her bottom slightly up, parting her leg knowing his eyes would be all over her intimacy. Maybe she would moan. In pain, absolutely, but something else too. She was blushing hard already. Her breathing was heavier.
Would he spank her long? Yes… He had told her already. He wasn’t even mad about the bill. He was mad that she hadn’t told him about it. Especially when it was past due. Maybe, somehow, she had wanted this to happen? She wanted him to take charge… She wanted to lose herself in the comfort of him calling the shots. She also knew the effect her punished bottom had on him. The slaps themselves wouldn’t be the only thing to be hard.
But… He would make her wait. She knew it. He had told her. She would be spanked, she would be punished, then sent to the corner while he dealt with the money. She would have to wait, exposed and deliciously horny for him to come and finally forgive her. Would he take her against the wall? Would he take her in his arm and carry her to the bedroom first? Maybe he had some other thing in mind… He had been waiting for her a while, and he was nothing if not imaginative. She shivered again.
Then she remembered that she was still in the hallway, and that she was still making him wait. Before any of that pleasure, before the forgiveness, there was a spanking waiting for her. A hard, painful, and shameful one. She breathed hard.
And stepped into the room.
It was a quiet day, it seemed, and the shop was empty. After the festive rush, it was no surprise. People had had their fill of shopping and crowds for a while. That, or they were all still in a food coma. Bliss, Liam thought. He walked towards the back of the shop and found the till, behind which stood a very bored young woman, staring at and twiddling on her phone.
Liam came to stand in front of the now-ubiquitous plexiglass screen and made a little polite wave.
“Heya,” he said. “Happy New Year.”
“Yes? Can I help you?” the young woman said, a practiced look of indifference on her face.
“Hum, yes, it’s for a return. I bought this for a gift and it—” the man started.
“Do you have a receipt?” she interrupted him.
She rolled her eyes. “A receipt. Piece of paper with the price on it. Proof of purchase, yeah?”
“Hum, I’m not sure, I…” Liam hesitated
“Next!” she yelled, looking behind his shoulder.
“No proof, no service. Next!” she yelled again.
He turned around.
“… There’s nobody else here…”
“Right, guess I get a break, then.” She smiled and looked back at her phone
“And my return?”
“Can’t help ya.”
“Could you just take a look?” he asked, ticked.
“Did you find you receipt?”
“Can’t help you.” She cut him.
“Please? It’s unopened.” He showed her.
“Listen, I’m not trying to be a pain here. I have a customer account here, you can probably—”
“Like I said, nah,” she cut him again
He looked around again. “Can I speak to someone else?”
“What is it, Karen? You want to talk to the manager?” she grinned.
“That’s not what I said. Listen, I’m really not trying to be difficult. I’m just trying to return something and, quite frankly, you’re just being rude, you know?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. The customer is always right, isn’t he? And I, the poor little employee should so whatever you want. Is that it?”
“That is… Not what I said either? I’m fine with just an exchange. See? It’s in perfect condition.” He showed her.
“Nah, you see, I’m very busy, I don’t have time to deal with stuff like that.”
“You… don’t look very busy?” Liam said through gritted teeth, his patience wearing thin.
She waved her phone. “Uh, yeah? I’m talking to people?” she said, dismissively. She looked him up and down. “Yeah, it’s probably not a problem that you’d have…”
He frowned, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means leave me alone, you creep.”
“Right, where’s the owner then?”
“On hols. It’s just you and me. And I’m busy.”
“You’re rude is what you are.”
“No, not whatever!”
“What, what are you gonna do, big man? Bore me to death?”
“Clearly, someone should have taught you some manners…”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah. Can you please leave me alone, thank you. Is that polite enough for you?”
“I would have been gone already if you’d just had a look, you know?”
“Good grief, you just can’t take a hint, can you?” she sighed. She put her phone up and looked at the screen, pouting, “Hey guys!” she said to the phone, “This is the creep that’s harassing me at work! Say hello, creep!” She turned the phone around to face him, and Liam could see himself on video.
“What the hell? Are you filming me?”
“Yeah, say hi!”
He shook his head and shrugged. “Unbelievable…” He turned around and started to walk back out. She came out of her booth and followed him, her phone still held high.
“And there you have it, you guys, that’s how you deal with rude-ass custom—”
Suddenly turning around, he grabbed the phone out of her hand and looked into the camera.
“You think I’m rude? I came here to ask politely for a return”
“Hey! Give it back!” she yelled.
He moved it away from her grasp, still talking to the camera. “This young lady is anything but polite, she thought that tapping away at her phone was more important than actually doing her job.”
“Give me my phone!” she yelled again.
“So I think I’ll give her a piece or my mind…” he continued.
“Give me my—”
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward what looked like a footstool. With the girl still protesting and trying to get away, he placed the phone on a shelf, camera still recording. He sat and pulled her over his lap in one fluid movement.
“What are you doing?!” she cried. The camera was pointing at her bottom, perched as it was over his knees. He turned to the camera once more. One of his hands was holding her tight by the waist, his other hand went up.
“And this, you guys, is what happens to rude girls…”
With a resounding ‘SLAP!’, his open palm came down on her rear, making her jump and yelp instantly.
“Stop!!” she cried, but it was much too late.
The smacks, slaps and spanks began pouring down one after another over her short dress, and it wasn’t long before she was crying and wriggling, hopelessly trying to get away from his firm grip. She hurled insults and invectives at him, from comments on his mother’s proclivities to questions about his manhood and what he could go do to himself with an impressive diversity of objects. Through it all, he said nothing, hitting her bottom, her thighs with the satisfaction of someone who’d been dreaming of it for a while.
He grabbed her dress and lifted it up to her midriff, exposing a little pair of white knickers.
“No! What are you doing you fucking pervert??” she yelled.
“What someone should have done a long time ago…” he replied with a grin and pulled the underwear down as well. Without missing another beat, the slaps resumed. Twenty more hard slaps and the pale pink had turned bright red. Thirty more, forty, and she was begging him to stop, kicking her legs, grabbing and holding to his leg. He held her firmly in place, relentless.
“So, do you have other comments to make?” he asked.
“N-no…” she said and sniffed.
“I thought so…”
His hand came down again slammed against her tender, hurt bottom. She cried out and whimpered. “Please…”
“Oh I don’t think so,” he said, the slaps falling without a pause. Left-right, left-right, evenly covering her naked, throbbing cheeks. She moaned and protested, tears rolling down her cheeks. He carried on without a word, enjoying the spectacle of her ass jiggling and bouncing under his undivided attention. Little by little, as her bottom became a darker and darker shade of red, her invectives died down and she started crying more. The insults became begging, became pleading, became apologies.
“PLEASE! I’M SORRY!” she yelled at last. He did pause at that.
“Are you going to do your job?” he asked, punctuating the question with a slap.
“Yes! Yes, please!”
“Was it so hard?” Another slap.
“No sir” Smack!
“Ow! N-no sir!”
“There we go… Get up!” he said with one final slap.
“Oww! Yes, sir…”
As she did so, he reached for the phone and, pointing it to her bruised bottom first, brought it up to her face.
“Something you want to say?” he asked, nodding towards the phone.
“I… I’m sorry… I’ll be m-more professional…” she mumbled
“How should you treat your customers?”
Liam turned to the camera one last time.
“And there you have, you guys! A lesson well learnt!” he said.
To all of you and all your loved ones, a Happy Christmas (or equivalent!). I hope that despite all that’s happening in the world, you find time to celebrate in the company of people you love.
This picture is also a request from the reward tiers of my game, Elven Kingdom! It is a tradition in the Kingdom that the Ruler be spanked by the spirit of Midwinter to bring a happy new year. As princess Maera is now in charge, she also gets to fulfil that duty! Thank you to the supporter, and feel free to check the game out!
I hope you’re not on the naughty list… But knowing some of you, that’s exactly where you want to be❤️
I make no apology ❤️