Hot Crossed Buns: Spanking short stories of erotic, play and discipline. Susan Kohler

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СКАЧАТЬ me and accepting your punishment, that’s just what you did.” There was no compromise in his voice. None in his eyes. “You will pay for those lies as well as the two tickets. I’m afraid it will take more than I can give you in one night. You will be punished tonight and again tomorrow night. Tonight we’ll use the stinging implements, and tomorrow we’ll use the ones that go deeper.”

      “Fred.” It sounded plaintive. She paused but knew she had something she needed to say, “Fred, I have to tell you something. I got a parking ticket today.”

      “So what?” he said lightly. “Parking badly may be stupid, but it’s not going to put you in physical danger, is it?”

      “No.”

      “Then let’s get back to the matter at hand.” He was stern.

      “Fred, I… ”

      “Not one word, unless you want to go for three nights.” She kept her mouth firmly shut.

      “And you will get the cane both nights, two dozen cuts,” he added.

      Her mouth shot open but he silenced her with a stern glance.

      “Over my knees,” he said without emotion.

      Once she was in position, he began to spank her without mercy, without warm-up, fast and hard. Each slap of his hand causing a loud CLAP as it landed. Each slap caused her to moan and gasp.

      It was a long spanking, a very long spanking. There was no mercy, no easy spanks, no slowing down. Finally he finished.

      “Lay face down on the bed,” he commanded.

      She put herself in position. He paddled her; again it was very hard and very fast. The paddle made a sharp CRACK, and her gasps became sharp little yelps of pain. She sounded strangely like a puppy that was accidentally stepped on. Finally, after an unbearable amount of time he stopped.

      Just long enough to pick up the leather. WHAP! Although she was used to spankings, she had very seldom been punished, really punished. The forty or fifty with the strap were almost unbearable.

      Finally, he gave the order for her to put the paddle away and bring the cane. She did, and then he ordered her to bend over the back of a chair and grab the seat. Normally she got half as many with the cane as with any other implement, but he sternly announced two dozen, and ordered her to ask for them, thank him for each one and keep count.

      “Please give me the first,” she said softly. Slash!

      “Ah! One, thank you. May I have another?” she managed. Slash!

      “Two, Ouch! Thank you. May I have another?” Her voice was even softer.

      “Speak up clearly,” he ordered her, “or the stroke won’t count.” And so it went, it was the most severe punishment she’d ever received and there was no hint of enjoyment or arousal behind the pain. It was just pain. Pure pain. The full two dozen with the cane almost killed her. At least it felt that way to her.

      “Stand in the corner!” he ordered sharply.

      Two corner times, two! She thought. I’ll kill him. What she did not see, with her nose in the corner, was how badly his hands were shaking, and how pale his face was. It was a long time before he composed himself and told her she could come back to bed.

      For the first time after any spanking, fun or discipline, there was no comforting hugs, no aftercare and no lotion tenderly rubbed on the injured area. Also for the first time, there was no cuddling, no tender lovemaking after the spanking.

      As she drifted off to sleep she had one question for him. “Fred, why did you wait until after we made love to punish me?”

      “I wanted to get rid of any pheromones before you got the spanking,” he said coldly. “I wanted to make sure you felt no trace of pleasure from your punishment.”

      “It worked,” she said, still sounding weepy, “believe me it worked.”

      “And I knew you’d be very sore, and badly marked after,” he added.

      “When have soreness and marks ever stopped me from making love?” she sighed, and before morning, they did in fact make love again. Still, she dreaded the night to come. The anticipation was almost worse than the punishment.

      The next day she stayed home from work. Not only was she sore, but also she dreaded the coming night.

      She woke up feeling queasy and unsettled. The feeling passed but it jogged something in her memory.

      That night as a grim Fred came it the door, she had a surprise for him. She had cooked a fantastic dinner for him.

      “Time to go upstairs,” he sounded resigned.

      “I think you might want to change your plans for tonight,” she grinned at him impishly.

      “Have you come up with a flimsy excuse to get out of your punishment?” he sounded skeptical.

      “A way out, yes,” she smiled at him. “Flimsy? No. I just found another reason to be extra careful.”

      She held out the little stick that said, “PREGNANT.”

       Sometimes you know you are wrong and careless. Sometimes a lesson works to change your ways. Sometimes you just have to grow up and find a new reason to protect yourself and your family.

       Three Couples And Their Toys

       How can you get your girlfriend to experiment a little more? Sometimes bringing in another woman is the best way. I know a lot of men and women who switch, so this story is my acknowledgement to them. I’m a natural bottom, but I can get references that when I top, I hit hard. Maybe too hard! I just think that if you’re going to do something, you might as well do it right! Put your best effort into it, so to speak.

      Marti and Russ hadn’t been together long but they were very close lovers. From the moment they met, they each knew this was something special, something rare. Russ had introduced Marti to a new form of play: spankings. Most of the time he was a playful, tender and passionate lover but once in a while he liked to take Marti over his knees for a playful, passionate, sometimes slightly painful spanking. Marti had learned to enjoy it, and the spankings had gradually gotten just a little bit harder, and quite a bit more frequent.

      They had only done hand spanking so far; they hadn’t tried any toys yet. Russ wanted to, but Marti was resistant. She didn’t know why she hesitated but the idea of a paddle or a leather strap gave her the shivers. Playing with toys wasn’t the only thing she was resistant to. Russ was also a switch, and he wanted Marti to spank him occasionally but she felt funny and awkward even thinking about it.

      So far she had resisted the idea, but she was gradually getting ready to give it a try. Heck, she thought, sometimes spanking Russ seems like a real good idea. He’s a good man, but still he’s well, a man.

      The other thing Marti had resisted was going with him to a place called The Paddle Club. Russ had never been himself, so he wasn’t able to give Marti any idea of what to expect, СКАЧАТЬ