I sit behind you... M/F, domestic rl

I sit behind you, and I lean forward, and kiss your neck. I trace your muscles with my fingers, still so amazing to me how different you and I can be. And I trace the scars as well, I know them all well, and I'm glad that you don't mind that I love to touch them. I also love how when we are at the beach, and you pull off your shirt, how the young guys will look at you, your muscles, but then those scars, and I can see them wince. And I get all tingly inside knowing I'm yours.

I kiss your neck again, blowing softly on the damp skin after, giggling as I watch your skin twitch at the cool sensation.

Then I yelp as you reach behind you, and gather me up in one big arm, and simply pull me up and around and onto your lap like I'm a toy. My insides are tingling again, and more.

I love being on your lap.

Or over your lap. Even for the punishment spankings. Well, not the actual spanking, but the fact that you love me enough to correct me when I need it, I do love that about you. And, if I'm going to be spanked, there is a comfort to being over your lap, feeling your hard warm thighs under me, your arm pressing on my back.

I'm so very happy right now, my arms are around your neck, and I pull myself up on you, and kiss you, then I soften, and you Kiss me, claiming my mouth, kissing that spot below my ear that makes me melt, and I croon, and your hand is playing with my panties, your other hand playing with my bare breasts through my unbuttoned shirt, and I'm so randy right now, but so sensitive to, every touch is exquisite, yet almost to much.

I try to turn to face you as I sit on your lap, my legs wanting to part, to wrap around your waist and hold you tight to me, but thug that you are, my thug, you don't let me, you hold me where you want, how you want, and I have no chance of breaking away, and knowing that I'm under your control is such a rush and turn on.

You kiss the spot below my ear again, then her sister on the other side, and my panties are so wet now, not damp, wet, and you nibble my ear as your finger is taking ever so wicked liberties below my panties now, and you whisper what a naughty little wife you have, and I shiver, my nipples going past hard, to painfully hard.

For almost two weeks now, you have, after giving me quite the punishment spanking, you have given me maintenance spankings, twice a week, on Tue and Thur, and my bottom is tender even now, but I'm so very much yours. All I can think about is you, about behaving, pleasing you, you bedding me, all of it.

It all jumbles together.

My panties are being slid down now, but you avoid the more sensitive and needy areas, as I pout, and then I find myself being turned over your lap, and I whimper.

You leave my panties banded about my lower thighs, and lean down and kiss each cheek on her plump sore crown, then you rub, softly, and start to spank, not so softly.

My bottom clenches at each spank, and I end up rubbing myself against your jean covered thighs as I try to escape the spanks, and the friction makes me even more frantic, hotter now than my bottom.

But you force me to your rythmn, not mine, and then the occasional Hard spank brings gasps and squeals and frantic kicking and parted legs.

Fingers on my fanny, softly parting and spreading cheeks, and my face is red, I'm embarrassed and excited, and you know it.

I feel your finger tracing my wetness, then that spot between thigh and labia, teasing me, then back up between my cheeks, tapping against my shy bottom hole, and you tell me how you are going to spank between my cheeks, and make me bring you the small wooden spoon and you are going to spank All over between my cheeks, and I whimper as you spank me, because I know you will, and I know what will happen after....

love,
Angie

Anne Taintor part 2

Okay, here is Anne's website, great page.

http://www.annetaintor.com/

And here is are some of my fave sayings of hers, you'll have to go there to see the drawings.

why yes, I am that kind of girl

inner beauty is for amateurs

what part of "I'm hung over, go home" don't you understand?

whoever said "less is more" had probably never had quite enough "more"

I believe we have and opportunity to make some extremely poor choices

martinis... they're not just for breakfast anymore

all the baking soda in the world could not mask the scent of her despair

now that he had bought the cow, the milk was going to be extraordinarily expensive

what muffled screams, officer?

whatever had she done? and with whom?

if by "happy" you mean trapped with no means of escape...? then yes, I'm happy

remember sweetheart... mommy loves you, but she doesn't have to like you

she was one cocktail away from proving his mother right

there was nothingpassive about her aggression

I love not camping

maybe I want to look cheap

domestically disabled

you'll eat it...you'll eat it and like it

high maintenance doesn't begin to cover it

she kind of enjoyed working for an idiot

she thought of him fondly as "Plan B"

old enough to know better... too young to give a rat's ass

the secret ingredient was resentment

nothing says "hello sailor" quite like ruby red lipstick

an attitude is a terrible thing to waste

she had no intention of suffering alone

stop me before I volunteer again

The humor of Anne Taintor

I hope you've liked these, she has quite a few books, as well as tons of other merchandise, out there.

love,

Angie

Sister problems part 2 f/f

I pouted, but I knew she wasn't joking either, so as soon as she got out the door, I finished drying off and got changed. The stupid vest and even dumber panties,then the blouse and jumper.

Dang. I looked in the mirror, turned my head, turned and looked again. Dang! I didn't really look any different in this then I had when I was 12! I could feel how hot my face was, and I felt sort of teary, too.

I wasn't sure how much time I had left, I had sorta lost track, so I got my fanny out and down and found Sly. It was a good thing I had, as even though she was yapping on the phone again (ha, so much for Sly not thinking she was girly), probably with Ellen, she actually had the kitchen timer out on the coffee table! Gosh! I had about 45 seconds left but I'm glad I hadn't dawdled any longer.

"....yeah, sorry, so stuck here for at least today, and probably going to have to be babysitting her for the rest of the week as well..."

I blushed again, I didn't think she really had to say babysitting, she was just showing off and being mean, now.

"..but yeah, they didn't say I couldn't have anyone over, just that she couldn't. So stop on by whenever you want,'k, and keep me company. Hang on a sec, a'right?"

She put the phone down, but didn't bother covering it up.

"Well you just made it, smart. You need to get started on your chores, Mommie left the list for you on kitchen table. "

And that was that, she didn't even say anything else, I was just ignored, dismissed.

"Slllyyy come on, can't I wait a bit and then get started? I've got plenty of time, and ..."

I sorta didn't finish as she just looked at me again.

"Yeah, sorry, hang on again, I have to take care of something real quick. No, no need to hang up this won't take long."

Sly was standing now, and I'm a lot smaller anyway, and in my old clothes, I felt Really small. And young.

"Angie? Come here please, now."

Crud. And she had That look to. I went, not fast but I went.

I got there, and couldn't look her in the eye. So I looked at the floor.

"S-Sly? I'm sorry, I won't backtalk anymore, I'll go do my chores an...."

She just put her finger to my lips then, and very softly tapped them. Pops she called them. I shut up and even my ears felt hot now.

"Angie? I know you are going to do your chores now. Because I told you to. I'm not going to put up with you backtalking, sassing, or arguing with me everytime I tell you to do something, okay? And this is the only warning I'm going to give you. If I have to repeat myself after this, if I have to tell you something twice, if you backtalk me, I'm not going to argue. I'm going to spank you until you are really, really sorry you didn't mind me right off the bat. Angie, do you understand me?"

Her finger was still on my lips, so with big eyes, I rapidly nodded yes that I did!

"Good. Turn."

I squeaked as she actually turned me as she said it, and then I squeaked again but didn't move as she pulled the back of my jumper up and then pinned it up in back so my panties were showing! I almost whined out 'Slyyyy!' again, but stopped myself before it left my lips.

She took my left wrist, and raised my arm up, and I gasped as she said "hold still", then squealed and danced as she swatted me four times, Hard right across my panties!

"Scoot" she said, so I scooted, cringing a bit at the next, "and don't you dare unpin your dress, I'll let it down when I'm ready. Good. Hey, Ellen? yeah,no, it's fine, Angie was just acting out, so had to swat her is all. Sure, come on over now, not a problem."


Love,
Angie

Sister problems f/f

(this is a variation of my family stories. here, Sly is almost 17, and I'm 14. And our parents are a Lesbian couple. If this isn't for you, you've been warned. And no, no sex.)

"Slyyyyyyy!" I whined out in my best whine, "C'monnnn, it's not fair!"

That was as I was fresh from shower in my towel, looking at what my loving sister had so thoughtfully laid out for me on my bed. I couldn't believe, she had actually Picked out my clothes, like I was 5 or something!

She was there of course, waiting for me, leaning against my wall, tshirt, and olive drab cargo shorts. Arms folded across her chest.

"And just what isn't fair, Angela Lynn?"

I flushed and cringed at that, a hand sorta going on it's own to my bottom. I only ever get called Angela Lynn when I'm in trouble or being scolded. And my hand, well, when she called me that, my bottom started throbbing from my little 'talk' last night with Mommie.

I don't think it's right that someone just saying your name should be able to make your bottom hurt like that. Like it's linked or something.

I pouted and flounced a bit. I've been working on my flounce.

"You know, well, This!" I pointed for dramatic effect to my bed. "You didn't have to pick my stuff out ya know! And even if you were supposed to, you didn't have to be pick out that outfit, gawd!"

"Not fair? Okay, Angela..."

Well at least she'd dropped the Lynn....I still pouted though.

"How's this for fair? I already had plans today, I was supposed to be going with my friends to the amusement park. And now I'm not. And why is that, Angela?"

Dang, still at Angela. She was ticked. She usually didn't stay mad at me that long. I mean, she was bossy and everything and pushy and picked on me, but she usually didn't stay mad at me.

"I'm sorry Sly, I didn't ask for you to have to stay home, ya know! I coulda just stayed home alone, I am 14!"

Even as I said that though, I turned so I wasn't looking at Sly, she wasn't smiling at All anymore, and what I'd just said sounded stupid even to me.

She surprised me like she sometimes does, sorta being right behind me, and then her fingers under my jaw, turning my head to make me look at her, like Mommie and Daddie do.

Quiet voice now.

"Angie? I asked you a question, and I Want an answer...."

She got that trick from Daddie....

Even if I couldn' t lower my head, I could still look at the floor, so I did. My face was hot as I answered her.

"Um, because, I sorta got into trouble, and they wanted you to stay with me?"

I yelped as she swatted me through the towel.

"You didn't 'sorta' get into trouble. Why did I have to stay home?"

"Slyyyyyyy!"

Another swat, another yelp.

"Last chance. One...two....."

Dang!

"Okay okay! I was in trouble cause I hadn't done my dumb chores and had went out anyways, and then when I got grounded, I snuck out when no one was here! Okay?"

My face was very hot now, and my bottom was hurting again, I was recalling last nights 'talk' in a lot of detail.

"And?"

I gave her my best kitten eyes but they didn't work on her this time. I scooched away before she could swat me again.

"And, and you had to stay home cause Mommie and Daddie said I...." I paused, and decided I better say exactly what they had said, "...obviously couldn't be trusted to stay in when I was grounded, so they needed you to watch me. But I'm really really sorry Sly, honest, I am! And I'll listen to you an not give you any problems, but I can pick my own clothes out!"

"Angie? What did Mommie say before they left?"

Dang.

"Angie?"

"Um, Mommie said that you were in charge, an better mind you and do what you said or, well, you know."

"Or what, Angie?"

"Slyyyyyyy! " I stamped my foot a bit, but you weren't falling for that either. The boys sometimes did now.

"Or, Mommie said if I didn't mind you or listen to you or obey you...." (Mommie had been Quite specific in how she had worded that) "...that, that Daddie was going to take her belt to my bottom when they got back. 'K?"

"So, Angie, I think you better starting minding, and listening, and obeying, don't you? Or your going to go over My lap before they even get home. And, I think if I have to stay home to babysit my 14 year old sister, like I'd have to a little kid, you might as well dress the part, don't you?"

I mumbled out a "Yes Ma'am".

I looked back at the bed. Stupid outfit anyway. I mean, it's not fair that I wasn't really any bigger now than I was at 12. Well, okay, 11, but almost 12. And I don't know why Mommie thought she had to keep my old clothes around. But there was this dumb vest instead of a bra, not that I really needed one yet, Mommie let me wear one so I wouldn't get teased, but the little girl vest was there. And stupid old cotton panties, briefs! Disney princess ones! With shiny pink elastic at the waist and legs! And a jumper and with a white capsleeved blouse! The Only saving grace was that it wasn't my old grade school uniform jumper, but this was way childish.

"Good. I'm glad we understand each other. You have five minutes to be dressed, and downstairs. If I were you, I wouldn't test me right now, Angie."

And then she was out the door.


love,
Angie

Feeling young, reparenting, and where my head is at lately

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Post spanking stool time, and this really hurts!

A fun spanking store, if you didn't know of them....

Hi all,

Quite a while back, found this place while browsing, http://secure.rosybottom.com/

and do they ever have some cute things! If you see something you like though, pick it up, don't wait, because if something isn't selling, they Do adjust their inventory!

Case in point, my Husband got me one of their decorative kitchen sets ( http://secure.rosybottom.com/product_info.php?cPath=28&products_id=131 - the white one) but mine also had an apron to go with it. So much Fun to have something like that sitting out in the open, and have women comment on it, without having a clue.

And for those into spanking 'plus', check out their bondage, and nipple wear items.

Oh, and also their cute little spanking 'ecards' that they have. http://www.rosybottom.com/postcards/

have fun!

love,

Angie

A little holiday update, MF rl

Goodness ,hi all, hard to believe that the weekend is pretty much over!

Well it's been eventful past few days.

We actually got a head start on Friday's Consensual Spanking day, starting Thur.

I got spanked after work, with Jack just turning me over his lap, and flipping the skirt of my nice work dress up over my back, as he spanked me with his hand over my panties, then on my bare fanny.

After pulling my undies down, the bully made me go and get the rotten little wood Cracker Barrell paddle. Some of you will know what this is, hard to explain otherwise. Lets just say that it Really stings even for good girl spankings and is Loud!

So, he has been taking advantage of our summer empty nest by using all our loud toys.

Of course, since this wasn't a punishment or discipline spanking (and yes, there is a difference between the two) there was also lots of 'checking' to make sure I was alright.

And oh my was I.

I was also spanked again that night, before an early bedtime. Not that we went to sleep. That one was with the delicious London Tanner DD strap. Yum.


And, to clear up an apparent misconception, most of my good girl spankings are Not hard, or at least most of the spanks aren't.

The spankings vary in length and intensity, and part of the fun is I'm not quite sure what he often has in mind, I Love that he is in control, not me.

Friday morning, started the day with hand and my brush, so domestic, sigh . And then back to bed, of course.

And another spanking later that night, with my sorority paddle, bent over the back of the couch..... where I stayed for my 'comforting' after my paddling.

A quick little hand spanking Sat. morning, he was late for his early fishing with his buddies (sob, I'm so neglected!) and then later that day, we got ready to do our part grilling and such for our block party. Then fireworks, then home, and one of my Fave things to be spanked with, the light wooden oven shovel. Looks nasty, loud as all heck, but such a Nice little sting. Then we had our own fireworks show.

This morning, however, was not all fun and games. It's been a while since I had one, but I got a preventive spanking with the little lexan paddle! Ow! He even bared my bottom first and made me go and get it from where it hangs by the fridge! Meanie! Although I was pretty meek and compliant at the time. Oh, and this preventive spanking was to remind me that gossip is not acceptable, and I Very sincerely believe that and tearfully and repeatedly told him so.

I think that pretty much does it.

Love,
Angie

Because it's summer and it's hot out....

Drawing by Kami Tora, from anime otk

Okay, it was Not a lie! M/F, rl

Husbands, despite being loved and needed, are at times terribly unfair!

I Still maintain that I answered him honestly, that it wasn't even a fib, let alone a lie, when he asked me what I'd been up to this evening, and I told him housekeeping.

Just because He assumed I meant the cleaning around our house, housekeeping, instead of clearing out all the deadwood from yahoo groups (went from 11 pages to only 4 1/2, and as Slow as yahoo groups is, that was work!), housekeeping, is a fault of his assumptions! Housekeeping is a perfectly acceptable term for what I was doing, I've seen others use it too!


sulking as I sit on my pillow.....

love,
Angie

drawing by Kami Tora, at anime otk

Hawaii spankings, F/f, M/F, rl, domestic

a repost from SIN, gosh, wrote this must be about 10 years ago now.

A certain someone, when they found out that I lived over here, asked if I had ever been spanked with a slipper. And the answer is yes, yes I have.

Now that I am feeling up to writing new stuff again, I thought this might be a good way to get back into things.

Over here in Hawaii, the most common footwear is what everyone calls 'slippers' (or in the local pidgen slang, 'slippahs').

Now these are not bedroom style slippers, or the gymshoe type of the UK. These are what would be called back on the mainland sandals, or in many cases, flip flops or shower shoes.

Those inexpensive little thong type plastic/rubber bottomed sandals with no heelstrap that go between your big toe and the one next to it. Except over here, you can go from the really cheap flimsy ones, to the fancier ones, with patterned soles, and thicker, and all sorts of designer colors and such.

Now one of the benifits of being a woman is getting to hear all the girl talk around the office and at social occasions and such. And it is amazing how often the subject of kids and discipline comes up, without ME being the one to bring it up. Invariably, some one mentions spanking, and everyone shares their experiences.

Despite all the different family preferences for spanking tools, overall winner here is the slipper. Everyone from the grandmother types in my office, to the new little receptionist, just out of high school, all have tales about their tails feeling the slipper.

It is a fairyl COMMON sight, to see out in a park or in a parking lot or at the beach, to see some frustrated parent, moms more often than dads, with a kicking and fussing kid over their lap, while the slipper is most vigorously applied despite the kicking and howling and crying and pleading.

And this isn't always just little kids either. I've seen some teenage misses upended over parental laps out in public, getting a quick lesson in manners, and the fact that they aren't quite as grown up as they thought they were.

One of the more recent sightings happened at the beach. A mom that I had a nodding aquaintance with was nearby with her family. Pretty good kids for the most part. One of the girls was 15, my youngest girls age. The next girl was 13, and then a boy about 5.

Mom had to go back to the car for something, and she told the 13 yo to watch the boy, and make sure he stayed in the shallow water. That much I heard. I went back to sleep, and a little while later heard some crying down at the water, so I looked up, and saw the boy getting rolled in the surf, no sister or anyone else around.

I go and drag him out, and asked him where his sister was, and he didn't know. About then, mom comes along, and the story is repeated. Then comes in miss 13, after waving goodbye to some boys that were WAY to old for her 13 yo butt.

Her mom starts lecturing right away, and telling her how much trouble she is in, etc. Her daughter cops a real teen attitude, with a "Mommmm, I AM 13 you know," and even better, "I don't know why I have to watch him all the time, all I do is work!"

Mom grabbed her wrist, sat down, pulled her over her lap right there on the beach, and took off one of her thick soled slippers, and went to work on her daughters bottom right then and there! She had been swimming too, so her little bikini bottoms were still wet, as was her fanny! And boy, take it from experience, does that ever increase the sting.

The bottoms were moderately modest, but they had ridden up a bit, and her mom made sure to REALLY redden any uncovered sit spot till it was glowing. From all the crying and pleading, she didn't sound so grownup anymore. When she let her up, she was dancing around, and people were looking and pointing, but no sympathy for her though.

Didn't even get to run into the water to hide her red butt and upper thighs, mom made her stay on the beach, babysitting her brother for a while longer, before she let her go swim to hide and cool off.

It is also fairly common around the island to see the boys and young men when they are playing around at the parks and beaches with their girls, to spank them a couple of times with the slipper, hard enough to make them rub, even if it is a couple of swats.

And, as I said in the beginning, I have been spanked with a slipper also, by my husband and my Momma Sue. He hasn't been shy about doing it at the beach, and he really lays some licks on!

Of course, between his laughing and me carrying on, it's evident that it's just playing around, if a bit hard, and not once has anyone ever intervened or come over to see if I was okay.

I normally retreat to the water as soon as I can. If I'm lucky, I can coax him into the water as well, so he can comfort me properly out there, in the waves....

love,
Angie

An evening surprise F/F, domestic

It had been a fun evening out. I had dressed up, and he had taken me out for dinner, drinks and dancing. He was so very romantic and smelled so good when we slow danced... just thinking about it now gave me little shivers as I happily smiled to myself.

"Wine me, dine me, then 69 me" I heard myself mumble out loud.

"What was that Kathy, I couldn't quite hear" he said as he pulled into OUR driveway (happy shivers again).

"Nothing" I quickly reply, "just talking to myself about how happy I am."

He opens my door, and of course as I am slightly bent over as I get out, he gives me a pat and a pinch, and of course I squeak in mock protest, even as I ensure my bottom stays in contact with his big hand as long as possible. I snuggle in to him as we walk to the door. And all of a sudden, the door pops open and there Angie is standing in the entryway, backlit. And she looks mad for some reason.

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I reach out and grab Kathy's wrist, and pull her inside. I notice that she has been drinking, and think that is good, that it will just make everything easier if she is a little off balance.

"It's about time you got home, young lady! Do you have any idea what time it is?" I ask of her in my best mom voice, and the girl inside of her responds,

"I think it's about 1, why..." but I cut her off.

"That's correct, 1am, and I don't seem to recall your father or I changing your curfew past your normal 11 pm school night time, missy. And you," I say, looking right at her flabbergasted husband of 3 months, "what do you have to say for yourself, keeping a High School Senior out till this time, and has she been DRINKING?!!"

The look on his face is priceless, but he doesn't know what to say, so I help him out.

"Oh , I see by the look on your face you really did think she was older. What did my girl do now, say she was a senior when you asked about school, but just happened to forget to mention she's a high school girl,not a college woman yet. Well, she looks much more mature than she acts, so I can understand your confusion. Consider yourself lucky that my husband is away, now good night."

And I push him out their door and then lock him out of their house , but not before passing him a piece of paper...

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I feel Angie grab my wrist again, as she starts in scolding me, and I'm getting a little upset here, I don't know what type of game she is playing but I had been looking forward to a good roll in the sheets and now this, this had to stop.

I tried to put the brakes on while I said "now wait a minute Angie..." but we never slowed (man she was strong, must be all those martial arts classes she's always doing) and my verbal protests were equally ineffective.

"NO, now YOU wait a minute missy. I may only be your step mom, but if you don't feel like calling me mom tonight, that is fine, but you can call me ma'am instead" and she accompanied this with a hard spank on my fanny. And all of a sudden I felt 18 again.

"Yes ma'am" I hear myself say, and she drags me past our bedroom to the guest room and pulls me in and proceeds to spank me all the way to a corner, where she tells me to stay.

"You have been out of control for quite a while, Kathy my dear, but 18 or not, this type of behavior stops tonight, do you understand me?" she asks, and for some unknown reason I get those same little shivers I had in the car, but there is the spice of fear to go with.

"but what did I do" I childishly whine, hating the way I sound.

"What did you do,is that the question? Okay then little girl, we have breaking your curfew, not letting us know where you were going to be, lying about where you said you would be going, DRINKING while a minor, dating a boy older than you without introducing him to your father or myself, and look at what you are wearing!"

I am stung by the last comment because I like this outfit!

"No wonder he thought you were older, when you deliberately try to dress up like a successful young business woman out on the town, but that skirt is so tight I can see the outline of your panties, and are those THONG panties you are wearing Kathy? Didn't I tell you you were not allowed to wear thong panties, missy? So lets add inappropriate attire to the list, why don't we? Anything else to say now?"

And I am amazed at how strict my new 'mom' is and I wonder just how strict her mom was with her!) and shuffle in my corner and mumble out a "no ma'am".

"Good, I don't feel like staying up any later, let's get this over with. Lift your skirt above your waist and bend over the pillows at the end of the bed."

I feel myself blush as I do as I'm told, and a tear trickles down my cheek.

"My god Kathy, your panties are wet all the way thru! Did you stop someplace to park on the way home!?"

And I can see my reflection in the mirrored closet doors, and see to my horror that my white satin panties are indeed visibly wet, and I don't know what to say, and I start to cry and sniffle a little as she loses patience and puts me over the stack of pillows, my ass high, my feet off the floor.

I am mortified as she pulls my panties sloowwwly down so they catch and release from my pussy and bottom little by little before she pulls them all the way off. She swats the inside of my thighs and I squeal and spread my legs embarrassingly wide.

"I am so disappointed in you, Kathy. I thought we had raised you better than this," and I feel ashamed at being the bad daughter.

"Well, you can learn the lesson the way I did when I was about your age, now you stay in position" and WHAACK!!! my head shoots up as my ass explodes with fire, that seems to go deep into the muscle and just keeps on burning! I gather myself to scream when WHACK! it is repeated again and my voice comes out as a strangled gasp, then the air finds my lung and I give voice to my discomfort.

I scream, I kick, I plead ,I blubber, I promise, nothing stills or slows her arm and that big sorority paddle I see in the mirror. I see my ass glowing red in the mirror, and she spanks on and on...

I notice that the spanking has stopped, and hear her murmuring to me thru my sobs, and I feel her soothing my ass, playing with my cheeks and between them, fondling my swollen,wet, slick, traitorous lips, and I feel myself open up to her, then she sliiiddes something into my pussy, and I gasp at the intrusion, and buck and that gives me all sorts of new feelings down there, and she leans forward, her hair tickling my neck as she is MY Angie again, whispering "shhhh, it's ben wa balls, relax, you're doing fine," and then her face changes and Momma Angie is back.

I see her leave the room and go into the bathroom and then I hear the water running, she returns and everything clamps down as I see her carrying the bright red enema bag, with an oversized nozzle attached!

"Maybe this will flush a little of that naughtiness out of you" she tells me, then spreads my swollen and sore ass apart, embarrassingly apart, and lubes me up in a decidedly non motherly way, her other hand tugging on the ben wa string and flicking my clit!

Then a "take a big breath Kathy" and no sooner do I than that big nozzle is IN!

She fucks me with it as I moan and cry for mercy and forgiveness, but all I get is the click and then the warm water runs into me, as she continues to fuck my ass with the tube, and play with my clit...

I happen to glance in the mirror, and can see in it's reflection how I look and I can even my ass as she has placed mirrors behind me so I am spared nothing, and then to my horror, even as my pussy throbs and becomes even wetter, I see HIS reflection in the mirror, looking at me from the balcony, peeking at me thru the window, he is witness to my punishment and shame.

The enema stops after only a little while, she tells me it is only half a quart, but then she plugs my ass up with a thick purple plug. My protests are stilled when she warns me that she can always get out the Vicks if i continue to fuss...

I see her pull out the reform school strap, the one like in the Nu West videos we have watched together, the one that is like the one she got it with as a teen, and I remember how the girls cry and yell, and my strapping starts, and goes on and on,bands of fire overlapping onto my ass and thighs, and I howl and blubber and promise the world, just like the girls, just like Angie had...

She helps me to the bathroom, and gets me cleaned up, undresses me and puts me to bed in my spare bedroom, laying bare bottomed on top of the sheets, fanny up of course.

"You sleep tight" she says, "and try to behave yourself."

She kisses me goodnight, and I hear her walk down the hall way into MY bedroom, and turn off the light. And I hear my window open, as he comes into my room, to comfort his punished girlfriend while her mom is asleep down the hall....

Love,
Momma Angie

My cousins and skirt lengths, F/f, rl

from a letter I sent to a friend....
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I had cousins who attended a Catholic school when we were growing up,and they told similar stories of the girls (including themselves) playing games with their skirt lengths. And, like your friend, corporal punishment was used in school, and occasionaly a girl was found to be way in violation, and was quickly taken in hand.

I remember them saying something though, not only about rulers being used to measure, but about a hand rule.

For some reason, possibly because it was considered cute on younger girls (or now that I think about it, perhaps because the parents didn't want to buy new skirts all the time...), the grade schoolgirls (grades 1-6, so ages 6-12) used the 'hand' rule for their skirt lengths, meaning that if they stood up straight, the skirt couldn't be shorter then their finger tips. If it was, and it wasn't due to rolling of the skirt, a note was sent home, saying that she needed a new size. If however, her skirt had been tampered with,well, she was turned over her teachers lap right there in class, and spanked! Eeek!

And, while it wasn't always over panties, it usually was, it was only girls in class, modesty in front of classmates wasn't a big issue.

Once in Junior High and High School however, they used a ruler; I think they said that the rule was no more than 2 inches from the floor, when kneeling, I could be wrong. Because of their ages though, Much rebellion at this, also, this was in the 60'sand 70's, and out in Los Angeles and think back to the skirts and dresses that the girls wore on such shows as the Brady Bunch, or the Partrige Family, or ModSquad, almost knee length skirts were Not the fashion, especially inLos Angeles! They said that almost every day, that more than one girl was soundly spanked (actually, the older girls were usually paddled or strapped!) due to a uniform violation.

Sometimes in class, but repeat offenders were sent to the Mother Superiors office for a very painful talk!

And, anyone who was spanked in school, had a note sent home, telling her parents what had happened, and why! So, most of the girls, such as my cousins, got spanked again that night, by less than sympathetic parents who ignored girlish pleas that they had already been spanked,hard, and their bottoms were still sore!

My one cousin said the most embarrassing one that she heard of was when one of her classmates got caught rolling her skirt up for the third time in not quite 3 weeks, and not just a little bit, but a lot, and was sent to the Mother Superiors office, who then called her mom, to let her know about the problem, again.

Except that this was the first mom had heard about it! The girl had been forging her mom's signature! So, her mom said she would be right there! The girl was nose in the corner till her mom got there,then got a lecture from her mom and the Mother Superior, got an over the desk strapping on her panties from the Mother Superior, and then her mom took her over her lap right there, and rumor had it that the panties didn't stay up and that a hairbrush was used! And, as mom left, she said her daddy would be talking to her that night as well!

love,
Angie

I woke up this morning M/F domestic, rl

I woke up this morning, my bottom still so very tender from yesterday. With the house empty again, you've been taking advantage of that, and, of me.

Playing in all sorts of places besides the bedroom, using all the 'noisy' implements when ever you want.

And even though they have almost all been of the good girl kind (except for those two official preventitive ones...), you know how I am, when you are giving me a good, sound, good girl spanking. Even though I may not have been in trouble, my body and mind start to react as if I had been, and I am promising you that I will be So good, that I will Listen and Mind you and Behave myself and Watch my temper and my language and my speed and well, everything!

Corner time, after a spanking like that, is as different too, as is a good girl spanking from a bad girl spanking. I want you So badly after. Sigh.

So this morning, I wake up, bottom delicously tender, my nighty up around my waist, my bare, still Very warm and Very tender bottom spooned into your hard belly and muscled thighs. I love the contrast between us, how hard you are, against my soft (and tender) skin.

I love the way you in your sleep hold me, your hand running over my curves as you feel me stir, calming me, reassuring me that you are there for me.

I feel safe, loved, protected. And very much turned on. I wriggle my rump into you, and can feel your hardness press between my cheeks,and I sigh happily again.

It's going to be a very good day.

Love,
Angie

(my very first brand new, non repost, spanking post here! yay me!)

Rue in the corner, M/F domestic

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I hate the corner, F/f, rl memory

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I hate the corner F/f memory
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I hate the corner.

I feel stupid having to stand there, and mad, but mad at me.

I can hear my sisters and cousins outside playing, the window is open, and my crying has slowed to the point it's more feeling sorry for myself crying now.

And with the slight decrease in the temp of my rear, and the lessening tears, I realize that if I can hear THEM outside so easily, they must have been able to quite easily have heard ME only a short time before, as mom took her brush to me again, and that thought, that they were all out there snickering at me, laughing and making fun of me, started up the tears all over again.

I hate the corner. Too much time to think.

Standing there with my hands by my sides. No rubbing or else, and I had learned my lesson about the 'or else' long before this; mom wasn't joking.

I hate the corner. At least this time my panties had been replaced, probably cause some of my male cousins were around, and it wouldn't have been proper for them to see my bare butt.

Although who knows, the thought crosses my mind, WHO was at the window peaking earlier as I lay bare fanny up squalling over mom's lap.

I hate the corner, way too much time to think. And right now I think that time is going backwards.

I must have been standing here for hours. I can hear the old fashioned clock on the wall, going tick tick tick, but can't actually see it, not without turning, and who knows if mom, or one of my aunts is looking. My aunts may, or may not, let me off, mom wouldn't.

I hate the corner. I sulk and pout. This is so embarrasssing, and I'm to old to be spanked like this anymore, like I'm a baby. I had kinda said the same thing while over mom's lap, right before the brush started in, and Mom simply said that judging by my behavior, apparently I wasn't too old at all....

I hate the corner...

love,

Angie

Um, since the tone is possibly darker than I had intended, a few editors notes.
1. the above spanking and corner time were well earned and deserved, lets leave it at that...
2. Although corner time always felt like forever, normally, between 5-15 minutes, and purpose was to allow the miscreant time to reflect, without any distractions, why she had just been punished.
3. After the whole punishment was over, their were hugs and pats and such, and you started over, the offense wasn't held over you...
4. Um, well, by the end of the corner time, I was thinking about why I had been sent there, and not just why it was so unfair...
Angie

But Mommmmmm! F/f, part 1

One of the signs of the changing times, is that no longer in many school districts do you have to rely upon an erring child to bring you a note home from school, telling you that they are or were, in trouble.

For those with internet access, you get a nice little email from the admin office, or in order not to leave out those with out computers, you get a nice little voice mail left on your phone.

Now, this was something I thought she was familiar with already, and since I had already heard about her getting detention via computer and phone, I was rather shocked at her attitude when she walked her little bottom through the door.

"Oh! Mom! Um, hi, I wasn't expecting to see you here. I'm sorry I can't chat but I'm going to meet Kari at the mall in a few, and then go over to her house to study, so by..."

"Hold it Right there young lady."

And while I already wasn't happy, the look of long suffering, the rolled eyes, the crossed arms, the jutted hip and bent knee Really really didn't help my mood out at all.

"So, how was your day?"

"Oh, you know Mom, nothing special, just like always. Can I go now, please?"

The last with that special teenage sigh, that parents all over know so well.

"No, you may not go now, young lady, and you had better lose the attitude as well, Angela Lynn, if you know what is good for you!"

Personally, I don't think that crossing her arms, and rolling her eyes as she huffed out a "fine, 'k then..." consituted losing her attitude, but we'd discuss that in a little bit as well.

"So, missy, Nothing you want to talk to me about, or think I might want to know?"

Squirming, and a very guilty look. That girl should never play poker.

"Um, no? I'm sorry I was snotty..." , even though she didn't sound sorry in the least, "it's not you, it was just a long day, may I go, please?"

Please. Well, that was a start.

"No you may not, now, sit your little fanny down, now, while you still can!"

Big eyes at that, lip out in a pout, but she sat, and not nearly as confident as when she walked in a few minutes before.

"You wondered why I was home early, Angela Lynn? Well, guess what I got today? I recieved a call and an email from your school, young lady, telling me you had gotten detention today. Care to tell me why?"

Bright red face, and looking at the floor, the bravado quickly leaving.

"Ms. Kimura gave it to me cause she said Iwas talking in class, and it was so not fair! I mean, its like the first time and she didn't give me a warning or anything! And it's not like it was during a test or anything and I wasn't being that loud, she just doesn't like me is all, Mom!"

More squirming from the couch as she looked up at me, wondering if I was going to buy this.

"I see. Ms. Kimura, the teacher that gave you an A at midterm? And who wrote what a good student you are? And how much you contribute to class, and are always prepared? That Ms. Kimura? She's mean to you, and doesn't like you? I see."

A LOT of squirming now, but not as much as there would be when I had her panties down and she was over my lap.

"Um, yes Ma'am?"

"Well, Angela, that doesn't sound terribly fair of her at all. I'll just give her a call, and find out whats going on. I don't want your teachers picking on you, after all."

Big eyes,at that.

"Mommmmm, no, you can't! Don't, please! I'll, I'll be so embarrassed!"

Oh, I liked that last part, a last ditch reason as to why I shouldn't call.

"Angela Lynn! Are you telling me what I can, and can't do, little girl?!"

"N-no Ma'am! Gosh no Mom! I didn't mean it like you can't, but like please don't!, okay?"

I had the phone, and the list from the fridge,the one with her current teachers on it, and their work and home numbers.

"Oh, I'm most certainly going to call, my dear."

And I started to do just that.

A teary daughter interrupted me again.

"Please? Mom? You don't need to call, honest! I, I sorta fibbed to you before."

I stopped the call, and looked at her, with her big teary eyes.

"You 'sorta fibbed', Angela Lynn? Or do you really mean you lied to my face, not only when I asked you if you needed to talk to me about something, but when I confronted you about your detention, about why you got it?"

"Y-yes Ma'am. That's what I meant. I sorta lied."

"And what did you 'sorta lie' about, little girl?"

Soft crying now, which I ignored. She should be teary and worried.

"A, about not telling you I got detention, an..."

When she was in trouble, her 'ands' always became 'an'...

"an then when you asked, I lied about why I got it...."

I was in a basic Mom pose then, hands on my hips as I looked down at her.

Finally figuring out that this might not be the best time to push things, she rapidly continued on, without further prompting from me. Although my toe tapping on the floor might have encouraged her.

"Um, well, it sorta like wasn't the first time I had talked in class or that she had warned me?"

Assisted by my look, that was followed up with,

"It was sorta more like she had warned me three or four times, or so?"

"So she wasn't being mean to you all the time and picking on you for no reason,and just handing out detention for not really doing anything at all?"

"N-no Ma'am."

"Okay. Well, why don't you put your nose in the corner, after you call Kari and tell her you won't be meeting her at all today, because you are grounded."

At the stricken look, I continued on. "Yes, you Will tell her you are grounded, and not just that you can't make it. Unless you want me to spank you first, and then you can tell her that you are grounded, and spanked?"

"But Mommmmmmmm!"

"Angela Lynn, I've had it with your sass and backtalk! Don't you ' But Mom' me! Since you can't do what I tell you without whining, you can do your corner time with your skirt up now...."

"But Mommmmmm, that's not fair!"

Some girls are slower learners then others.

"Panties down as well, now. Want to push it any more? No? Stand up, and come over here then, little girl."

She tearily did so, and kept her hands out of the way as I put her skirt up in back, tucking it into her waistband, and then I tugged her pink cotton boyshorts down to her knees, and she was crying as I did it.

Encouraging her with a firm maternal palm to a soft daughterly bottom, she did indeed call Kari and tell her that she was grounded. Then her nose was in the corner, bottom on display until I called her out.

love,
Angie

Bob, please no! MF/F, role reversal

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"Bob, pleasssse, no!" I wailed out, as he didn't slow down in his
walk with me to the master
bedroom, my wrist firmly trapped in hishand, being made to walk along, drug along, actually, like a girl being taken to the parental bedroom for a spanking.

Except that Bob wasn't my father, he was my son in law, and my smiling daughter was walking behind us, determined not to miss any of the show that was occuring...

I drug my feet the closer we got to the bedroom, terrified at what was going to happen, what I couldn't seem to stop, and Bob had had enough, and Jerked me past him, letting go of my right wrist with his left hand, catching up my right arm, with his right arm, and then proceeded to spank walk me, daddy style, the rest of the way into the room!

I squealed and begged and demanded and danced as we suddenly seemed to be moving to slow, now, and tried to get my left arm behind me to block his spanks, but it didn't work, wherever I was, his hard hand was someplace else.

He was saying something to Jill, but I really couldn't tell you what, I was to miserable to care, and then he was sitting on the bed, pulling me between his legs, and I fussed but resistance got me no where, I was rapidly put over only his left knee, and I squirmed and kicked, again alternating begging for mercy and Demanding that he stop this instance, but neither approach seemed to work.

There was a Resounding SMACK!!!! right across the center of my bottom, covering the central divide, and it certainly got myattention! My legs came up, a frantic flutter kick, and my head lifted up in response as well. NOW I was listening as well as feeling everything that was going on.

"...tired of telling you the same things, over and over again,Angela!"

I blushed as I heard the scolding, bad enough to be where I was,about to Obviously get spanked, but I had only ever been called Angela growing up when I was in trouble, and for my son in law to call me that, it was humiliating, embarrassing, humbling, and effective, I found myself reacting more as a naughy young woman rather than as his wife's mother...

"I will NOT have the two of you fighting and arguing all the time!"SMACK! and squeal!"I will NOT come home to an unhappy wife all the time!"SMACK! and squeal!

As he lectured, I felt his hand going to the bottom of my skirt, and felt myself grow even redder as he raised it, not sexily, but so matter of factly, up my thighs and Over my pantied and pantyhosed bottom! I really struggled and begged then, but No more demanding,I can assure you!

"You may not believe this, young lady..." and I Died when he called me young lady!

"but for the most part I really dont' mind you living here with us!But,"

SMACKSMACKSMACK and lots of squealing!

"you need to learn that while you are family, and this is your house in that sense, it Isn't Your house, it's Mine, and I make the rules, not you!"


My fussing increased as I felt him tug and yank and pull down my pantyhose and panties till they were a tangled knot around me knees,and then his right leg clamped hard against my legs, trapping me in place, and before any more spanks landed, in girlish rememberance and desperation, I put my right hand back, in another futile gesture, he simply took it and placed it at my side, and then started the Real spanking, as he continued to lecture.

"My house, Our Rules, Angela Lynn! And if you can't abide by what Jill and I want, then you will either find yourself over my or her knees for a spanking each and Every time you act up, or you can move out, which we All know you can't afford to do! I suggest you learn some manners and Grow up if you ever want to sit again!"

I was crying hard, bawling really, at the combinded effect of words and horrid painful spanks...

And I heard Jill encourage him, she had been Really put out with me today, " Spank her harder, honey! She spanked my sisters and I Way harder than that when we were growing up! SHE said the whole point of spanking was to make it hurt, so the naughty girl would remember to behave herself for days to come! And mom has So much bottom to cover, make sure you spank All of it, even if it takes a long time!And I can hand you the brush or get the paddle or strap dear, or..."

He settled for the brush, and she settled in the chair by the bed,legs curled up and smiling at my loss of adulthood...and the last thing I really remember hearing was her telling him not to forget corner time, or having to sit at the kitchen table and write an apology after it was all done....and I remembered how the girls had hated that,sitting there on fresh spanked bottoms covered only in thin panties, while the rest of the house milled around normally,squirming on those hard kitchen chairs...and I knew she hadn't forgotten either.

love,
Angie

Sometimes F/f

"Mommmieeee Owwwieee! ow ow owww! Oh I'll be good ! Pllleaseee, my bottom hurts! It was an accident!"

The last was Not the right thing to say at that moment!

"It Spank was most Certainly Spank NOT SPANK! an Accident Spank Young Spank Lady! Spank Spank Spank!"

I snugged my arm over sly's waist a bit firmer, as she was wriggling pretty good, and resumed our little Mommie daughter talk.

"An accident, Spank, babygirl, Spank, is just that! Spank! It happens, Spank, and not much you could do about it! Spank spank spank! However, spank! trying to see Spank just Spank how Spank far Spank you Spank could Spank jump Spank over the puddle, SPANK!, is NOT SPANK an accident, Spank little girl, and when you get Spank your clothes Spank all dirty Spank when you fall in Spank! that wasn't Spank an accident either! Spank spank spank!"

Which is where we are now. Just a short time before, I was just about ready to go out the door, collect my brood, and make our way to church. However, I then heard a commotion outside, with sly explaining loudly and desperately as to why whatever had just happened really wasn't her fault, and my oldest calling down the hall for me.

I rush to the back door, and look out, to see sly standing there, dripping with that nice, orange red mud we have here. And all over her brand new clothes and sneakers, her 'good' shoes. Sigh, those had lasted all of five minutes.

Big eyes, when she saw me.

"Mommie, I'm sorry, I just wanted ta see if I could jump across the puddle, and I made it, but then I slipt, and sorta fell back in, an..."

Counting to ten in my head, I took a breath.

"Hush, now. And strip off your clothes, All of them, young lady, right there, you are Not tracking mud through the house!"

Of course that got a protest of sudden modesty from my resident nudist, and while she was doing that, I too was stripping down, taking my dress and slip off, lest it become irreparably stained as well.

And so, in bra and panties, I retrieved my youngest, picking her up under her arms, and carrying her down the hall to the bathroom, and then setting her back down only when her feet were in the tub.

sly, for once, wisely decided on keeping her mouth shut, and I called out for Jenny to get her fanny into the bathroom, and told her to wash sly off, Well, while I took care of her clothes, and pretreated them, hopefully before they had become instant play clothes.

So, muttering under my breath, and hoping my neighbors were either already gone, or sleeping late, I went back out in my undies, at least they were cute, got the hose, and rinsed off the worst of the mess, stuck them in a garbage bag so as not to leak all over the house, and then to the laundry.

Presoaking accomplished, I went back to the bathroom, where Jen was just finishing up with my naughty little mudmonster.

"Thank you honey, make sure you and your other sister are ready when I'm done here, and do Not give me that look, you will both be going with us, and sitting with us, clear?"

And no grumbling, just a yes Ma'am, knowing in my present mood that whatever she said not only would be a losing argument, but might also get her fanny swatted.

sly was still in her towel, when I led her to her room, and then, before I bothered redressing her, I got the the little paddle that lived in her panty drawer out, and over her protests, flipped her over my lap, lifted the towel and paddled her bare and still damp bottom soundly, much to her dismay and many squeals, protests, and and very quick crying.

I went over the usual Mom list as I scolded her while I spanked her, the How many times do I have to tell you, What were you thinking, didn't I tell you after you got dressed not to get dirty, that those were your brand new clothes, etc.

Of course, all that was said as I paddled her little bottom, fast little spanks, five or so in the exact spot, before moving on, getting a nice little fire going, on a bottom that was still a faint pink from her spanking last night.

Like other girls I've spanked, sly didn't seem to appreciate my technique any more than they had, squealing, crying, kicking, and I tucked her arm to her side as she reached back desperately to try to cover her rapidly reddening rump.

I finished with a set that worked it's way down the little divide between her two babyfat cheeks, her bottom small enough that the little plastic paddle ball game paddle covered a fair amount of bottom on both sides, with each spank, and then for the finale, ten Good Spanks to each little sit spot!

Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!

"Now, young lady..." , and this as I rubbed her back and let her cry it out over my lap, "I Know you are sorry now, sweety, but you are Always sorry after, babygirl, just like you were last night at bedtime, and I ended up having to spank you then too. Mommie needs you to try to start thinking Before you do something you shouldn't, okay, honey? Good. Now, we have to get going, up we go."

I picked her up, legs around my waist, and carried her to her room, plopped her tummy down on her bed, got a clean pair of Lilo and Stitch panties out, a new pair of shorts, a green tshirt with honus (turtles) on it, and in short order, despite squeals as soft cotton panties did their best sandpaper imitation going on her bottom, had my baby dressed, picked her back up, and out the door we went.

Once there though, she had a new problem, one that I could sympathize with, you would think whoever makes those wood pews does so specifically to make sitting for spanked girls (and wives) as uncomfortable as possible.

"sly", I said quietly in her ear, "stop squirming, please, and sit still, and listen."

An unhappy little face looked up at me, and whispered back in my ear, even as she mostly stopped the Big squirming, and seemed more to be moving by clenching first then the other cheek, "But, Mommieeee, it hurts!"

Well, it had been quite quick that we had gotten here, not even corner time for her little bottom to cool down. So, I picked her up and set her on my lap, letting her squirm until she got as comfortable as she could, petting her hair.

"Okay, babygirl, shhh, you can sit on my lap, but no playing, no squirming, and listen, okay, otherwise I'll take you to the ladies room, if I need to understand? Good girl."

And that was my morning.

Angie
I swear, sometimes, I don't know what gets into girls, I really don't. They can have a good spell, and not get into trouble for a while, and other times, will slip, do something, and then get back on track.
And then other times, well! You would Think that after you had just gotten spanked, you would go out of your way to behave, but that is, amazingly enough, quite often not the case.


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