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253 views · 18 days ago

boobies
peach knickers
spank me Master, spank me hard :)

134 views · 18 days ago
Kik

I'm free and interested in receiving or giving spankings to people, preferably women on Kik message. User name time99909. Message me!

136 views · 19 days ago



Best handwriting, neatly done, pleased it's all completed for today.with no arguing. :)

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127 views · 19 days ago

I recieved a message from Mr G in the evening yesterday.
My phone had not been working properly so i didnt look at it until later on after Mr G fixed it.
Master has given me new lines to do from now.

Just because Master isnt being stern, i should still treat him with respect and submission.

It was only 50 lines until i chose to argue about starting them at 8pm last night.
Sending me another message, he made a spelling mistake which i chose to correct him on.
100 lines for being a smart ass. He then messaged.
Me being me then decided i would argue the unfairness of this, that i was only correcting his spelling mistake and it should go back to 50.
125 now, stop arguing before it returns to 200 like it was last week,,then you will be moaning that it takes too long. Just get it done !

From then i chose sensibly to shut up, and just get them started.
It works out to be 4 pages of lines, luckily the long sentence fits on one line.
Im doing my best hand writing so he can read it and will continue like a good little sub to write them daily, take a pic of them and send them to him before 10am every day.

Now i need to be a good girl all day, so hes happy with me and can start a new week being good, behaving, following the rules and being his perfect little sub. :)

285 views · 19 days ago

I'm curious if you ever had a set of rules that you or your submissive had to follow?

The ones I've had have included:

Don't skip meals, don't take diet pills, don't purge, get enough fluids every day, exercise every day, keep my house clean, obey him and my doctor, tell the truth, take my meds, don't sleep too much, don't sleep too little, (8-10 hours a day), be in bed by 11, don't be on the computer too much, don't watch too much tv, have a healthy diet, be careful how i manage my money, ask for help when i need it, no swearing, no bad attitude, no procrastinating, be punctual, check with him at night for the next day for what i will be allowed to wear if i am allowed to wear clothing and he will pick what clothes i wear by me telling him what i have, ask for permission to get dressed, ask for permission to masturbate, ask permission to go somewhere, drink 2 glasses of milk a day, call him sir or Daddy, only weigh myself on Mondays and Thursdays.

202 views · 19 days ago

I don't usually work on Sundays but I do have work tomorrow n in 4 hrs in due to get up n aint been to bed yet lol.. oh boy gonna b sooo tired tomorrow .. beware I get cranky when I'm overtired but hey ya wont know the difference lol

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296 views · 19 days ago

Dear Spanking Tube friends,

I imagine most of you know, but just in case some don't:

bamboo and rattan are different things

Rattan is safe to cane people with, bamboo isn't. Bamboo can split lengthways producing an edge like a knife that can inflict a real cut.

Tops, please just don't strike anyone with bamboo.

Bottoms, don't let anyone hit you with a bamboo rod.

I was shocked yesterday to see a professional domme proposing to cane people with bamboo plant stakes. That's just wrong.

160 views · 19 days ago

Indulging my inner-geek girl again, along with my inner-spanko girl, and I got to thinking: how perfect would the post-apocalyptic setting be for a myriad of spanking stories?

Whether it's zombies, or environmental/nuclear disaster, EMP, political breakdown, the genre involves a breakdown in society, and people attempting to put their world back together.

Sounds to me like the perfect place for lots of spankings.

Bratting, not so much. Unless your the pleasure girl (or boy) of the regional warlord, there just aren't many situations when bratting would be appropriate in the post-apocalypse - and if it happened, like in one of those times when you forgot yourself and the zombie hordes wandering outside, the consequences of bratting wouldn't be very desirable, even for the hardest of hardcore spankos. However, for the warlord's (or warlady's) pleasure girl, the consequences could run the full spectrum, and might be a great source of stress relief, especially for that local despot trying to cling to control.

For the wasteland warriors, spanking would most likely come up as a harsh reality of the new world disorder. It's a matter of getting back to basics, every man and woman has to contribute, penalties for putting oneself or the group in danger have to be swift and effective. The short, sharp shock of a sound spanking is exactly the kind of justice needed, maybe just a few swats until there is time - and safety - to handle the problem more appropriately (and more prolonged).

And when there's time, you may be lucky if it's in private - in the brave new world, public chastisement may be quite common, for its deterrent effect on the rest of the community. Whether ecstasy or agony, it's possible everyone would know exactly why you're sitting gingerly for a few days after.

For myself, I'm no "pleasure girl" in the fantasy - I'm not exactly a "damsel in distress," either, but a companion/sidekick for a post-apocalyptic Amazon warrior, roaming the wasteland and helping the innocent. She would be my protector, I would be her comforter - and whether for my smart mouth or occasional dumb decisions, she would have ample cause to apply hand, wood, or leather to my ample behind.

And just like everyone else in the post-apocalypse, we would be doing exactly what we needed to find some happiness in the new normal.

151 views · 19 days ago

Hey, so I just finished a spanking session, and the spankee brought to my attention, that there are spankos in this world that are Anti-Social. I have been noticing this when I send messages to some people asking them "How they are doing? And Are you up to chat?" They don't respond to this at all. And now, I finally found out why. And the spankee that I spanked from Baltimore did some research together after the session. And we discovered something, spanking can cause people to be Anti-Social. I'm thinking, "Hard-spankings?" The spankee seemed to think so. So turns out, yes, it's true, spanking can make people feel Anti-Social and not in the mood to chat or message others. Especially if I want to spank them. So even if you did get spanked, or spanking in the past made you anti-social, carry a conversation. What are you afraid of? The fact that you're gonna get spanked again? Or do you just look at the message, not respond, then move on because you were spanked and don't want another one? Well listen up, there is nothing wrong with having a normal conversation even if you were spanked now or in the past. So if you see a message, respond to it, don't be an ass just because you were spanked in the past or now that made you anti-social, you respond. Common courtesy. Now, return to your normal lives.

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237 views · 19 days ago

to just raise my skirt, slip off my under britches n just crawl across someones lap n feel the sting of their hand as it connects with my bare behind......... *lil sigh*...yep very much in the mood

149 views · 19 days ago

i felt like writing another blog but i don't know what else to write about so i'll add some more of my most memorable Pez stories.

she was soooo friendly. she never met a human she didn't like but she was very picky about what dogs she would hang out with. Below is a picture of Pez (the all white dog) with my ex husband's mother's dog Bitsy. Pez tolerated her but it was obvious that Bitsy liked Pez more than Pez liked Bitsy. Pez was older but Bitsy was still the top dog. She always wanted what Pez had and it bothered me that Pez would *always* just give in to her. Pez would just grumble when Bitsy took her stuff and then she walked away and played with something else.

although she loved everyone she adored David more than anyone. she would growl at me if i had to wake him up to get ready for work. even if she didn't see me and was under the covers i would still hear, "grrrrr". lol he had been unemployed for a long time but when he went back to work she was very depressed. she was sleeping on the bed all day. i was worried about her so i brought her out and put her in front of her food and water bowl but she just ran back to the bedroom and hid under the covers. ("she'll NEVER find me under here.") lol well you can lead a dog to water but you cannot make them drink. aint that the truth. so i went back in the bedroom and asked if she wanted to take a walk. she was so excited. she never turned that down.

she absolutely HATED her flea and tick treatment. every time David took her collar off she knew that was a bad sign. either it was a bath or that treatment. so she trembled whenever he did that. he put it on her and when he let her go she would always try to get if off by wiggling around on the carpet. then she wouldn't look at us for the rest of the day. she would face the wall and lie down.

i wanted to make her bed (a wedge) even more comfortable so i put pillows on top of it. she had more trouble getting up by herself and was wobbly trying to walk on the pillows. i told her she had soft pillows now and asked her if she liked it. she said, "grrrrr". i'll take that as a no so i took them away. oh well. i tried. i didn't think about how hard it would be for her to get up and walk around.

she was over the moon happy whenever David asked her if she wanted to take a walk or a ride in the car. A ride in the car was almost always to David's mother's house but of course a few times it was to the Vet. If David went a different way she got all panicky. She always sat on my lap and I could feel her heart racing. She was looking all around looking really worried. When we got to the vets she whined and it even sounded like, "oh NO!"

another time i was on my laptop as usual. she hopped up on my lap and pulled my arm away from the laptop mouse. she pawed at it for a moment and then hopped off the couch. she looked at me like, "i don't get what the fascination with that thing is. i can't believe you think THAT thing is fun. now a ball, a kong or a squeaky toy...THAT is REAL fun." lol

one time she was intently watching David eat a pizza. i love to watch her do anything. i think i appreciated her more than David did. later that day pez was whining and whining about something under the couch. we thought it was her ball but we couldn't see anything. i had to get the flash light and then David said, "oh. you've GOT to be kidding me!" he picked up a tiny, tiny piece of sausage. pez immediately gobbled that out of his hands and chewed it up really fast. then she was happy. she just couldn't let that go. i think she has a better attention span than a lot of adults do.

and speaking of a good attention span another time i was walking her around the block. she saw a cat go under a car. she tried to go after him/her but i pulled her away. when we got back to that same spot she remembered which car it was and tried to look under there again. lol how silly. and smart.

sometimes i think about getting a dog or a cat but i can barely take care of myself adequately so i know i wouldn't be able to afford any vet bills. oh that reminds me of the time pez swallowed one of david's pills. i told David i thought she did that but he didn't want to hear it or believe it. she started acting very strange. lying on the hardwood floor in the dining room with her tail turned inward instead of outward and perky. she never did that before. she had trouble walking so i insisted that we take her to the vet. they did some tests and said they saw something on the xray but they didn't know what it was. i told them i think she swallowed one of David's pills but he still denied that even though i saw her chewing on something on the floor very quickly and he had a dangerous habit of not picking up anything that he dropped on the floor. they told us to take her to the pet emergency room immediately. the doctor there said they could tell she was at least constipated but wasn't sure if there was something else wrong or not yet. while we were waiting other people in the waiting room talked to us about their animals. one person said their dog had cancer, another one's cat got run over by a car. then they asked us why we were there. david said..."well...they think she's constipated." they looked at us like "are you kidding me? constipation isn't an emergency." she survived thankfully but he still didn't start picking up anything that he dropped so i had to be extra vigilant! grrrr how irresponsible!

i love animal stories. anyone else care to share their own?

125 views · 19 days ago

I get spanked by my boyfriend quite often and also quite hard but i also like to be spanked by women but my favorite thing to do is spank others who feel they need it i am in NJ and would like to find someone near by PM me if your interested thanks happy spanking! couples welcome but no single men please

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227 views · 19 days ago

Last night I got a light punishment for forgetting to do something on my list, so I was reminded that I was getting 50 with the belt for a reminder to do it. It wasn't a bad punishment,actually fairly light but it was definitely enough to remind me to do what I am asked when I am asked to do it. He also thought it would be a good idea to put up an after picture, I was conflicted about it because I have a lot of self image issues, but I did agree after an hour or so to have him take a picture and I posted it as asked. Although I am not comfortable with having it up on here, I do feel good that I did what he asked, I don't know how long it will be here because I am still embarrassed about it being up, and he said that I could remove it after a few days, so I did it just to please him, so if he's happy that I pushed myself then I am happy that I pleased him. I am aware also that because I waited about an hour that the photo doesn't really show the full effect of the punishment so sorry about that, but it was still a huge step for me.

102 views · 19 days ago

Just wanted be nice and say hi and hope you all have a great day. Hugggss

129 views · 19 days ago

Every morning at breakfast my wife and I do the New York Times mini crossword on my phone. The mini crossword, which usually takes us about three minutes to complete, is only available on mobile phones apparently. So as we were sitting there solving away we got to the clue for 10 across, five letters, that said, "Hit bottom?" Those of you familiar with crossword lingo will know that the question mark at the end of the clue means the answer is going to be a clever play on words. Hmm. Hit bottom. Five letters. Let's try it. I typed in S-P-A-N-K. My wife, who is pure vanilla despite my efforts to convert her, just glared at me and stuck her tongue out. When you complete the puzzle it'll either say, "Congratulations!" meaning that all your answers are correct, or else it'll say, "Almost done." This time it said, "Congratulations!"

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163 views · 19 days ago

Here's a link to the Preacher spanking scene from last Sunday - it's around the 2 min 30 sec mark

https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=spanking+on+Preacher+tv+show+season+finale&&view=detail&mid=F2F54EA300451FD27AA0F2F54EA300451FD27AA0&FORM=VRDGAR

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Molly was out behind her house the day he moved in. A mid-sized U-haul pulled into the parking lot below the condominiums and this tall, broad shouldered man wearing a white tee shirt and tight faded blue jeans hopped out of the cab. He had a couple buddies with him, one in the passenger seat and two more that pulled in behind the U-haul in a pickup loaded with stuff. Molly was intrigued and curious, but her chronic shyness, as always, took over. She quickly grabbed the romance novel she’d been reading in the early morning sunshine and took cover inside.
She listened to the men all day as they worked. They weren’t exactly noisy, but her house was cattycornered to this new neighbor’s, and in close proximity. She found herself craning her neck out her window to try to get another look at the man.
That evening, after she had gotten ready for bed and turned out the lights, she noticed a light on in the new man’s room across from hers. And when she peeked around her curtain, she was surprised to find that she could very clearly see into his bedroom. There he was, lying on the bed, reading a book.
She tried to turn herself away, chiding herself silently that she shouldn’t be looking at him when he was unaware. She certainly wouldn’t like someone to watch her like that. But her eyes were locked on his darkly haired, bare chest and the strong, muscled forearms that supported the volume in his hands. Even from this distance she could tell that his hands were big, and probably strong and hard. As she continued to study his hands, a shiver ran through her that wasn’t exactly due to the chill of the early spring air on her flesh.
She found herself settling cross-legged onto the carpet in front of her window, and it was another hour before she finally moved from her spying position to get into bed. And that was only because the new neighbor closed his book and clicked off his light and she couldn’t see anything else.
She wondered, feeling ashamed of her behavior as well as foolish, if she would have sat there through the night, watching him sleep, if she could have only seen in the dark.
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The next morning when Molly woke up she remembered her unusual behavior and blushed hotly. Whatever had gotten into her? She’d never done anything like that before and, she vowed, she never would again.
She went about her day as usual. She went to work, stopped at the grocery store on the way home, and made a healthy meal for herself. After she’d cleaned up, she logged onto the computer and spent some time catching up on the newest spanking stories on her favorite sites and newsgroups. She even worked a little on a story she was writing herself, her very first one. It was purely fantasy, and though spanking was something that she’d fantasized heavily about for as long as she could remember, she was having trouble putting her thoughts into words. She supposed it was her shyness coming out on paper.
When she finally went into her bedroom, smelling fresh from a quick shower and dressed in her favorite nightgown, she was yawning with fatigue. But all thoughts of a good night’s sleep fled when she caught a quick glimpse of her new neighbor, reading in bed again. No shirt again, the white sheet riding low on his hips. His handsome face was softened with a smile at whatever he was reading and a few dark locks of hair fell over his forehead in a becoming, boyish manner. Molly was once again drawn to him, and she found herself once again sitting on the floor of her bedroom, watching him in silence, as still as a stone.
A few minutes had passed when a sudden blur of color beside him surprised Molly; she barely caught herself from exclaiming a loud cry, before she realized that a cat had jumped up next to the man. A silver tiger butted its head against the corner of the book and closed its eyes with obvious delight as the man set aside his reading to stroke and scratch the tabby. She was touched by the way he attended the cat, with full abandon and much exaggeration. She could tell he was speaking to the cat, though of course she couldn’t hear what he was saying. Molly was a real animal lover, having learned from past experience that animals were always the most understanding and loyal of friends. Something in her really softened towards this man, this stranger whose name she did not even know, as she watching him lovingly play and pet his cat.
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From that night on, Molly’s bedtime ritual was to watch her new neighbor until his light went off. Then, and only then, she would put herself to bed. What followed that were highly erotic dreams, starring the man she watched through her window. Dreams of submission, of spanking, of his dominance and loving guidance over her. Dreams of fulfilling her lifelong fantasies with him.
Molly chided herself every morning when she awoke and recalled the vibrant images from her dreams. Who was she kidding anyway? She was Molly Gray, "Mousy Molly" as she’d been called in school. She was plain, drab looking, and dull. The only thing that made her personality even mildly interesting was her spanking kink, and there was no way that she would tell anyone about that! Not that it would help her cause anyway – that would only made him turn tail and run from her even faster.
Another woman might have thrown together a cake or a batch of cookies and walked them over to his door as a way to introduce herself. "Hi, I’m Molly Gray. Welcome to the neighborhood," she could say. It wouldn’t be so hard. Maybe for another woman. But for Molly, memories of past rejections and her painful shyness kept her from even trying.
So instead she tried to content herself with watching him each night before bed. Her guilt grew, but she felt she couldn’t help herself. Though she wouldn’t have admitted it, even to herself, Molly was already half in love with the stranger living two doors down.
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The dreams that haunted Molly at night made her restless and edgy with unsatisfied desire in the mornings. It didn’t help that she still read all the spanking stories she loved so much, though it did seem that the dreams and their erotic content were helping her own writing project along.
In an effort to work off some of the tension caused by the dreams, Molly started jogging again. She had been an avid jogger, one of the kind that you always saw out at the same time every day, despite what kind of bad weather might be coming down around her. She’d gotten out of the habit, however, and she wasn’t in the tiptop shape she had been in before. She was still able to run a decent mile, though, and set about jogging at least three every other day.
It probably would have been a better stress reliever for her if she didn’t insist on jogging past the mystery neighbor’s house every day. She was always careful to plan her run when she saw his car was out of the parking lot, so there’d be no chance of seeing him by accident. But even so, there was always a risk that he would return while she was running and she’d come across him on her return trip. And one day, it finally did happen.
She cursed herself the second she saw the dark blue Hyundai sitting in its usual spot. Why did she insist on going this route when it would have been so much safer to lope around the other way? Well, she thought, darting an anxious glance towards his front door, at least he was already inside…..
At that exact moment, the door opened and before Molly could force her eyes away, out he came. He was dressed in faded blue jeans that had a hole just below one knee, and a hunter green flannel shirt. He looked down at her and smiled as he closed the door behind him. Molly lost her breath that fast, then tripped on one of the cracks in the sidewalk, and went sprawling forward to land hard on her bare knees.
"Are you all right?" her neighbor asked, running down the steps to the sidewalk with an ease and balance that was ironic considering the way she’d just tripped over her own two feet.
Molly was embarrassed beyond belief, and didn’t have the voice to answer him at first. She sat back and winced at the angry red scrapes she now sported on both knees.
He made a sympathetic sound. "Here, let me help you."
Before she could even start to protest, he had literally picked her up in his arms, draping her wounded knees over one forearm and supporting her back with the other. He started climbing the steps to his home.

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"Uh—I’m okay," Molly managed to squeak as he deposited her on the wooden porch chair that sat on his front stoop. "My house is just two doors down. I’ll just go and…."
He gave her a gentle push back into the chair when she started to get up. "You’ll just sit right here and let me clean those knees," he said in a matter-of-fact, no-nonsense-tone that did funny things to her insides when all it should have done was rankle her. "Just wait here a second while I go inside for a couple things."
What could she do other than what he’d asked? She could run home despite what he’d said, but the man was her neighbor, and though she’d done a pretty good job of avoiding it so far, she was going to be running into him more often just because they lived so close to one another. How awkward that would be if she were to skip out on him now.
He returned quickly with a wet washcloth, a dry one and a bottle of antiseptic. As he knelt down before her and began to gently clean the red wounds with the wet cloth, he glanced up with a charming smile and said, "Name’s Dylan Stein. How do you do?"
She smiled shyly. Dylan, huh? That was a nice name.
"Molly Gray," she answered. "Nice to meet you."
His touch was so light she didn’t feel any pain at all as he tended to her.
"I’ve seen you sometimes going to and from your car, but I’ve never been able to catch you to say hello," he said.
"I…I’ve meant to stop over and welcome you to the neighborhood," Molly quickly replied. "But I just haven’t had the time."
He shrugged. "Well, here you are now."
They lapsed into silence as he finished cleaning her knees and prepared to run some antiseptic over them. "This might burn a bit," he warned quietly.
She nodded, thinking of other things she’d let this handsome man do to her that would burn, in other ways, as well. He made quick work with the antiseptic and after an initial gasp of air, Molly was fine.
Dylan sat back from her and gave her bare calf a pat. "All better now."
She smiled. "Thank you." She found herself staring into his eyes, which were a deep, dark green, and she had to really pry her gaze away before she looked foolish. She stood slowly and started to move towards the steps to continue on home. He stopped her with a light hand on her arm.
"Do you run every day?" he asked.
She nodded, a surge of ridiculous hope coursing through her.
"Would you mind some company sometime? I used to run myself, but I’ve gotten out of the habit since the move. I’ve been meaning to start up again, but I keep finding excuses to put it off. Maybe if I had someone to run with it would be the motivation I need to get off my butt again."
She laughed, though her stomach was knotted fitfully. She’d just fallen on her face in front of the man, would she be able to survive running with him? But as she looked into those eyes and glanced down at the warm, strong fingers that encircled her wrist, how could she say no to him? She didn’t want to say no to him.
"Sure, I’d like that," she said. He smiled. "I usually run in the mornings between 8 and 9, before I have to go into the office, but on the weekends, I’m pretty flexible."

"Sounds good to me," he released her wrist and she felt the break of contact with a sharpness that was unsettling. She smiled at him once more in parting, before hurrying down the steps and around the corner to the safety of her own home.
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And so it was that Molly Gray began running with her neighbor, Dylan Stein. It was the last thing she had expected to have happen, and to her even greater surprise, it turned out that they became quick, comfortable friends. For the first time in a long while, Molly had someone to share her time with. And though she was still pretty shy around him, he made steady work at erasing her uneasiness.
They started out running together, and then they added an occasional meal together, taking turns at who did the cooking. She met his cat, Sterling, and they talked about books and movies and complained about their jobs. Dylan was a new history professor at the Community College, having just come from teaching at a private high school for four years. The idea of Dylan as "Professor Stein" gave her goosebumps, and she started having a whole new flock of erotic dreams revolving around her as one of his naughty pupils. She blushed to the roots of her hair sometimes when she was with him and he would tell her about his day at work. She’d get to daydreaming about one of her fantasies of classroom discipline from him and he’d eyeball her sternly for a minute and ask, in a mockingly terse tone, "Young lady, are you listening to me?" She wondered what he might do if one time she said no instead of assuring him she had been attentive.
If Molly had thought herself already half in love with Dylan before she’d even met him, now she would have had to admit she was both feet, head over heels in love with him. The more she saw of him, and the more she learned about him, the deeper she fell. The stories he told her about history were animated and alive with his love for the subject; the jokes he told were sweet and cute, never crass or dirty; he lent her his jacket if it was cold or raining, he held doors and always let her walk ahead of him as a gentleman would; he talked baby talk to Sterling and told her he’d love to have a whole passel of kids one day tearing around a big house with a huge front yard, nothing like the little condo he lived in now; he wore worn jeans and faded flannel shirts that hugged his lean legs and muscled arms, all the while looking as sexy as hell when he was really just careless about his dress; he liked to have music playing and candles or incense burning, and he was always ready with a smile or a gentle tease to brighten her day when she was in a bad mood. She also found out that he, too, did some creative writing in his spare time. Neither asked the other what kind of writing, or to see what had been written, though. Of course, Molly was curious to see something that Dylan had written, but since she didn’t feel comfortable sharing her stories, she didn’t ask to see his. She figured he refrained from asking to see her work for similar reasons.
In short, Molly was quite sure that she had found the perfect man for her, the one she wanted to wake up next to for the rest of her life.
But Dylan had come out of a nasty breakup just a few months ago, and had told Molly that he was taking "a break" from dating for a while. Molly figured that was the main reason why he had befriended her, and why she felt so comfortable with him. They were just friends, nothing more. Though she might hope for the friendship to grow into something more, she knew better than to think that a handsome, charming man like Dylan would fall for Mousy Molly.
The only problem with their new found friendship for Molly was the guilt. It was about a hundred times worse now than before, because she still couldn’t stop herself at night. She still sat on the floor of her bedroom, all lights off, peering around the curtains at Dylan as he read before bed. She’d felt bad enough about it before, when she hadn’t known him. But now it was her friend she was spying on. Every night she told herself she wasn’t going to do it, and every morning she had more and more trouble looking Dylan in the eye when they met for their run.
She wondered what was wrong with her. She’d always known she wasn’t normal, but what was it that made her watch him night after night like some obsessed nutcase? Normal people didn’t do that. But then again, normal people didn’t get turned on by the idea of being spanked, either.
Sometimes it was all she wished for, to be a normal person. To be able to find satisfaction in the normal sexual turn-ons, and not be so painfully shy that the loneliness she felt at night drove her to stare out her window at a man she hardly knew but had already given her heart to.
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It had been about four months since the start of their friendship when one Saturday afternoon as Molly was working at her computer on a new story, she heard Dylan’s familiar knock at her door. Smiling at the welcome intrusion, and wondering why he was stopping by, she quickly saved her work, closed the file, and turned her monitor off. She was so anxious to answer the door, she just left the computer running for the moment.
"Hi," he said, smiling, when she opened the door. He stepped over the threshold and strode into the room, surprising her a bit with his forwardness. She didn’t mind his coming in, of course, it was just not like him to do so without her inviting him first. She shrugged mentally and closed the door behind him. It was when she turned that she saw the box in his hand. And her heart sank to her feet when she recognized the plain, inconspicuous, brown cardboard box, with the unremarkable return address. In Dylan’s unsuspecting hand was the paddle that Molly had impulsively bought online two weeks ago. How had he ended up with it?

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"The mailman delivered this to my box by mistake," Dylan said, answering her unasked question. Molly’s heart began to beat again as she smiled shakily. She forced herself to walk past him, towards the kitchen in the back of the house. Maybe she could collect herself if she had a moment alone….
"Thanks for bringing it over to me," she called from the other room. "Would you like a glass of iced tea?"
"No thanks." There was a pause. Molly busied herself with pouring herself a glass of tea while trying to get her hand to stop shaking. "I would like to talk to you about something, though. If you have the time."
"Sure."
Molly took two deep breaths, closed her eyes in a brief moment of silent prayer for her nervousness to fade, and started back towards her livingroom.
She very nearly dropped her glass of tea when she walked in. There stood Dylan in the middle of the room, the black leather paddle she’d purchased out of its box and in his hand. Behind him, on the computer monitor she knew she’d turned off was the damning background she’d loved so much when she’d found it on the internet: a cuddling picture of a couple, the woman’s bottom bright red from a recent spanking.
Dylan tapped the paddle against the palm of his opposite hand and fixed her with a steely glare. "You’ve been a very naughty girl, Molly," he said. Molly gulped. The glass shook in her hand.
She couldn’t say anything for a few moments, could only stand there and stare at him with that paddle in his hand and wonder how he’d found out and how long he’d known.
"I know that you’ve been watching me at night," he continued. "That’s a very naughty thing to do, Molly. Spying on a friend…." He made a low ‘tsk ‘tsk sound in his throat. To her relief he set the paddle on her coffee table and came over to her to take the glass from her hand. He set it down on her table and took her hands in his for a reassuring squeeze that surprised her. Wasn’t he angry with her?
Although she knew she ought to be explaining her own behavior, she heard herself asking about his instead. Not that her words made much sense in the jumbled way they fell over themselves as they left her mouth: "My package… you… why…. Open…?"
Dylan chuckled warmly. His eyes were kind on her face and she felt her cheeks blush with hot color. He cupped one side of her face with his hand and stroked the bloom of rosey red with his thumb. "I opened it by mistake," he explained. "I thought it was my order."
Molly’s eyes grew so big they actually hurt. His order….. !!
Dylan chuckled again. "I guess we’re both out to one another now, huh?"
Molly managed to blink, though she was still too stunned to speak.
Dylan gave a tug on her hand. "Come sit with me a minute, Molly. We have to have a talk…."
The words were so like those she’d read hundreds of times in the spanking stories she loved, and gooseflesh broke out all over her skin as she meekly followed him over to the sofa. When she started to sit beside him, he stopped her and pulled her down to sit on one of his knees instead.
She couldn’t help but glance at the paddle out of the corner of her eye. It looked a lot bigger in person than it had on her computer screen.
"Molly, look at me, please."
She managed to meet his eyes, though just barely. She felt her lower lip tremble.
"You’ve been watching me at night when I read in my bedroom," he said. "Care to tell me why?"
She swallowed hard on the tears in her throat. Her voice was husky when she spoke. "I… I was drawn to you from the day you moved in. I started doing it before I even met you. I’m not proud of it. I kept trying to stop myself but it was like I couldn’t help it. Even after we started being friends, I just couldn’t stop myself, even though I wanted to…."
Dylan was frowning at her. "I don’t really buy that, Molly," he said sternly. "You have the ability to control your own actions, just as everyone else does. If you’d really wanted to, you would have found a way, young lady."
She looked down at her hands in her lap, sniffled, and nodded. "You’re right," she admitted.
She could feel the heat of his gaze on her face, and the warm weight of his hands where they gripped her hips.
"What you’ve done is very wrong and naughty, Molly. You know that. What happens to naughty girls, Molly?" She couldn’t answer him, couldn’t say the words out loud, especially that one word. Dylan gripped her chin gently in one hand and turned her face up and over towards the damning wallpaper on her computer screen. "What happened to that naughty girl there?"
She found her voice somehow, and as she starred at the picture, squeaked out, "She got spanked."
"Yes, that’s right." Dylan brought her face back around to him. His eyes were still so warm and kind even though his voice was all business and no-nonsense. "Do you know what I think, Molly?"
She did, God help her. A shiver ran down her spine though she wasn’t sure if it was borne of excitement or dread. Probably a little of both.
"I think that you need a good spanking, just like she did. I mean we’ve got the paddle right here for it and everything. And you certainly deserve it."
"I…I’ve never been s-spanked before," she admitted quietly.
"Well, there’s a first time for everything, I guess," Dylan said dismissively. "And really Molly, the matter’s not up for discussion. But don’t worry, I’m an old hand, shall we say, at this." He chuckled at his wording. "And you’ll be safe with me."
Safe. That was an interesting way to describe it. She’d always felt safe with him before, she realized. And even though she was nervous and a little scared, as well as excited by what was coming, she also knew that what he said was true. She trusted him.

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"First I think a little corner time is in order for you, young lady," Dylan was saying. He helped her to her feet and led her to an empty corner of the room. "Nose in the corner and no turning around until you’re told. Is that clear?"
"Yes sir," she whispered, tucking her chin to her chest and feeling more shy now than she ever had in her life.
Dylan studied her a moment, then pressed a reassuring kiss on her cheek. "Don’t hide yourself from me, Mol," he said gently. "Okay?"
She met his eyes briefly. "Okay."
He ran a hand tenderly down her long hair before pointing back to the corner. When she had righted herself again, he left her side. She could hear him moving about behind her. There was the sound of the blinds being drawn and then the darkening of the room as the drapes were drawn. A lamp clicked on to bring more light. Then she heard the scrape of the coffee table being moved away from the sofa, and finally the springs of the sofa as they gave under his weight. She concentrated on the sounds and their meaning, trying to distract herself from the thought of what was to come and the way the skin on her bottom was quivering as she stood there waiting to be punished.
Finally she heard his voice. "Okay, Molly, you can turn around now. And come here."
Molly found her legs stiff and quivery as she moved to stand to his side. He looked up at her and took hold of her hand. He pressed a feather light kiss across the knuckles.
"Being spanked is something you’ve fantasized about for a while, isn’t it?" he asked.
She didn’t see the sense in denying the obvious; the proof of her kink was sitting within his reach on the coffee table, waiting to be applied to her backside. She nodded her head and said softly, "For as long as I can remember. But I’m still nervous."
Dylan nodded. "Well, I think you should be. I am flattered, really, by what you did, but I’m not pleased by it. And I’m going to punish you for your behavior. But you should know that I’m not going to be all that hard on you. You don’t have any reason to worry, okay?"
"Okay." She managed to give him a wobbly smile.
"That a girl." He cleared his throat. "Now then, let’s get started, shall we? Bend over my lap here, Molly."
She could only look at him for a moment, absorbing the moment and his words, accepting the fact that doing as he asked would be submitting to his control and willing herself and her correction into his hands. When she finally obeyed his request, bending her body over his jeaned knees, her skirted bottom topside, a delicious feeling of absolute vulnerability washed over her. A tremor of need coursed through her when Dylan’s warm hand cupped her curves through the cotton cover, smoothing the material of the skirt over her backside.
She heard herself whimper and blushed furiously at the helplessness of the sound.
Dylan made some fuss of positioning her body over his legs until he finally got it to his liking. Molly could feel her knee length skirt riding up due to the angle at which he had her bent over. She wondered if he would spank her on her bare bottom, and couldn’t decide if the idea excited or repelled her.
He didn’t say anything before the first swat fell and it caught her by surprise. It was louder than she had expected, and the sound was more of a shock than the pain, which was minimal. He followed the first spank with more of the same, pausing after a dozen had rapidly rained down. By then she was beginning to feel the first heat through the cotton of her skirt and the silk of her panties beneath.
Dylan reached past her and she knew he was grabbing the paddle that lay waiting on the table. Her stomach was suddenly alive with jittery somersaults when she felt him rest the weight of the paddle against her.
"This is a beautiful paddle," he remarked as he circled the large, black leather business end around one cheek and then the other. "I saw it myself on line, and was tempted to buy it to add to my collection."
His collection? Good Lord, what had she gotten herself into??
He tapped the blade of the paddle ever so lightly against her. "I think we’ll start with five, for now. Are you ready?"
"O—okay."
A split second later, the first smack fell and Molly gasped at the sting of it. Even through the layers of clothing, that paddle was hard. The second spank cracked down, followed by the third and Molly let out a loud, "Oww!" in protest.
"Stings, doesn’t it?" Dylan remarked dryly.
"Yes!"
He didn’t seem to have much compassion, for he fired down the next two swats, one after the other, and they seemed even harder than any before. Then he said, "And we’re just getting started, young lady."
Molly glanced over her shoulder and he grinned at her. He handed her the paddle, and said, "Hold that for me a minute."
And there she lay over the man of her dreams’ lap, holding that horrible paddle that she’d spent her hard earned money on, while he folded up her skirt, and surveyed her lacy white silk panties with both his gaze and his hand.
"Very nice," he remarked, running his fingers along the elastic at the legs and waist of the expensive panties. She was sure he was going to pull them down, but he didn’t. The warmth in her bottom was spreading, and she felt a throb of desire as she anticipated his next move.
He began spanking her again, slower this time, so that each swat had a chance to really sink in. Just as the sting began to fade from one smack, he gave her another, and Molly was gasping from the intensity of them. The swats were much crisper and sharper now, of course, since he had pulled her skirt up, and Molly didn’t think he was really staying his strength for all that he had said he would go easy on her. She hadn’t expected, despite all the different kinds of spanking stories she had read, that it would really hurt this much, and she was unprepared for it. She found herself kicking and squirming over his lap, whimpering and yelping in time with the tempo he beat on her backside.
When he had given her another dozen swats, he paused to rub at her bottom. "Shh, Molly," he crooned.
"It hurts!" she complained, to which he laughed. She shot him an angry glare over her shoulder.
"It’s supposed to hurt, you silly little girl," he said. He put out his hand and said, "Paddle please."

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