Spanking Storybook

This story was submitted by Kara Johnston and was previously posted on Katie Spades blog.  Thank you, Kara, for sharing your story with us.The Porch

It was a braided oval rug, an island on the wood of the front porch, but for Lauren it was her place of peace. She sat there, ankles folded, rounded back, arms wrapped around her knees in the early evening light. The shadow of her house stretched out before her on the lawn. She could slowly move her head side to side looking between the spindles, each shift changing the view. There were mares and foals grazing in the paddock in front of the house and each subtle movement altered the scene, some coming into her sight, some out of it. The sun was only just beginning its’ descent distorting the shadows, elongating them into odd shapes cast in the crimson hue of the sunset. Red sky at night, sailors delight. Lauren wondered if that were true. Tonight’s red- sky meant good weather tomorrow if it was to be believed. Summer was a good time for Lauren, babies growing strong in the fields. She adopted her uniform for the long warm days, cut-offs, sandals, and t-shirts. It seemed to best suit her boyish looks. She absently picked at the edge of the rug with her long fingers flicking away imaginary pieces of fiber. Nothing but mares and foals on the grass that stretched down to the creek. A sea of green broken by white fence boards

“Sailors delight”, she thought.

The sharp splat of the screen door slamming shut gave her a start. Lauren rested her chin on her knees and gazed at the horizon.

“It’s time,” she heard him say quietly.

She could see his bare feet next to her island on the wood, he’d be bare cheated above his faded jeans, she needn’t look.

“It’s time Lauren”, he said it more sharply as if she hadn’t heard him before.

She reached up and took his hand turning his wrist, the face of his watch said eight o’ clock, he was right, it was time. She placed the palms of her hands flat on the warm wooden deck and slowly pushed herself to her feet. The full paddocks came into view, mares and foals eating lush grass in the twilight. Lauren undid the snap of her shorts and pulled until the zipper uncoiled; hooking the thumbs into the waistband of her undies she pushed to the floor until she could step out of them leaving them in a mass atop her sandals. The heat and stillness of the air was obvious now clinging to her flesh like a living thing she stepped up onto the gunwale of the porch railing placing each foot slightly more then shoulder width apart against the spindles. She bent over the railing with a practiced move and grasped the gunwale with both hands. The wood against her stomach made her breath come short.

“You know better”, he said quietly, tapping a finger on the small of her back.

Lauren exhaled and pushed up onto her toes bending her further over, thrusting her hips back and pressing her onto the wooden rail, she waited.

Lauren studied the shadows on the grass, the darker green inside their borders until she heard the tell-tale snaps of a belt being pulled through the loops of blue jeans. The clarion sound that made burning bile rise in her throat as far back as she could remember, tonight was no exception; she coughed and choked it back.

“Why do I do this Lauren?” his tone was professorial, asking a question he’d asked a hundred times or more, the answer was known by rote.

“Because you can”, Lauren bit her lower lip as soon as she spoke, it was there in an instant.

Snap!

The belt landed across the center of her upraised backside making her suck the damp air deep into her lungs. The pain lingered and grew after the initial shock departed.

Crack!

The second landed almost on top of the first, making her arch her back, the burning spread, the backs of the legs ached, she could feel perspiration on her face but still she held fast to the porch.

Lauren could hear them now. The first lash of the belt brought heads to attention, the second sent mares and foals racing away from the sound. She could hear their hoofs as they pounded on the sod. She could imagine manes and tails flowing, it was a beautiful sight. She was afraid for them; a foal could stumble or be run into by a frightened mare. A foal could be injured, a foal could be killed.

Crack!

The third landed solidly across her bottom closest to the tops of her thighs. It was not a random strike; he liked to beat her there.

By now the herd was at the far edge of the field, milling, looking back at the anticipated danger. Lauren didn’t have to see them, she knew what was happening. Mares and foals.

“Why do I do this Lauren?”

She coughed a bit, and steadied herself on her toes.

“Because I like it.”

The mares and foals now grazed at the far end of the green sea. There was no danger for them. Lauren rose higher onto her toes, thrust back her hips, arched her back and waited.
Red sky at night, mares and foals.

Finally, our first spanking story review.  Thank you for being patient.

I chose Unbroken Pony to be my first spanking story review, because it goes back to my internet beginnings.  Unbroken Pony was written by Ginger and is posted on Laura’s Spanking Corner.  I’ve been reading spanking stories online for over a decade now.  I started on groups like alt.sex.spanking and soc.sex.spanking.  Laura’s Spanking Corner is a collection of many of the stories that came out of those groups.  I’m so glad to see it has lasted all these years.  I believe it has changed domain names, but I’ve always been able to find the site with a simple Google search for “Laura’s Spanking Corner.”  The site lists stories by author and still represents some of the best free spanking stories you can find online.

Unbroken Pony is a sweet, sexy story with two very different spanking scenes.  The first one is a mother spanking her teenage daughter with a hairbrush.   The second is the girl’s uncle spanking his new bride.  Ginger packs a lot into this short story.  I love how she gets right to the “action.” Lil, the uncle’s new bride, watches Annabelle’s spanking while her husband watches her reaction to the spanking.  The best part of the story is the interaction between Lil and her husband.  This is Lil’s first spanking ever, and her husband makes sure it is unforgettable.

Ginger has been able to combine a nonconsentual mother/daughter spanking and a nonconsentual, but sensual husband/wife spanking into the same short story.  My favorite line in the story is :  “Do you really think you can out run me, wife?”  This sums up the alpha male personality of Jon.  I’ve come back to this story many times, and each time I love to relate to the final scene between Lil and Jon.  You’ll have to read Unbroken Pony if you want to find out how that scene ends.

Ginger, if you are still out there online, thank you for giving us a story that is an example of what a great spanking story can be.

Go read Unbroken Pony , and be sure to come back and let me know how you liked it.

This is the final chapter of Brotherly Love, written and contributed by Karen Fix. Thank you again, Karen.

“Wh…What are you doing Marcus?” She asked in a timid voice as she began to stew a bit more. He just looked at her sternly, which was hard for him to do. In a way he was enjoying watching his sister squirm with anticipation. It told him that his lesson so far was registering with her, and she knew that he wasn’t messing about, not when it came to her future. ‘As if you don’t know’ he thought as he opened up the desk drawer and pulled out their mother’s old sturdy oval wooden hairbrush. He looked at it and remembered many a times that he himself had felt the retched sting delivered to his bottom over mom’s lap. He came out from behind the desk, pulled the chair out and set it in front of the desk. He sat down still keeping his eyes on Shannon.

Shannon couldn’t believe he was going to spank her and at her age. What a major embarrassment it was for her.

He sat down in the chair and looked at Shannon, patting his strong thigh he motioned for her to step forward.

“Come on, young lady. You know the routine. It’s not like I haven’t busted your little fanny before. So let’s just make this as quick as possible. The better you behave the quicker we can put this all behind us and move on.”

Shannon sighed at this indignity. ‘God, he’s actually going to…to… aww geez, can this get any worse?’ she thought as she gave a final attempt to get out of what was going to be the hardest spanking of her young life.

“C’mon Shannon, I don’t have all day. Get a move on it.” He looked up at her impatiently and giving her a sterner look. She gulped nervously and finally but reluctantly laid across her brother’s firm lap.

“God ,Marcus. You’re really that mad at me that you’d resort to …to…”

“To what Shannon? Resort to having to do what I should have done months ago? To caring enough about you to take the time to discipline you in this fashion?” he asked in a strict tone as he slowly peeled down his sister’s cotton jodhpurs past her quivering cheeks. “You certainly didn’t act like this when you had your fanny tanned by Mom and Dad so why should it be any different now?”

“Yes, but that…I was a kid then, it’s…I’m too old to be spanked now!” She protested from her upturned position. He laid a few hard quick slaps to her backside. ‘SMACK…SMACK…SMACK!

“Listen sis, when you want to act like a rebellious little bratty kid then guess what? You’re going to be punished like one. So, get SMACK used SMACK! to WHAP! it!”
Already she could feel her bottom starting to heat up under Marcus’s stinging swats. Man, he could spank hard, and it was about to get a whole lot worse before the session would be done. Marcus then raised his hand and delivered another volley of hard quick stinging smacks to Shannon’s rear end just to make sure he had his little sister’s complete and undivided attention.

“OWWWWWW!! Marcus come on that hurts! Lighten up a bit will you?”

“Oh I think not lil one. We’re just getting started, and I intend to make sure you remember this lesson for a long time! I’m not doing this just for kicks you know. I’m doing this because I love you sis and I’ll be damned…SMACK!…if I’m going to let you foolishly…SMACK!…throw such a promising future away!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Understand me young lady?”

“Yessssssss!!! Oh Marcus I doooooo!!”

“Good!!” he retorted as again his large hand rose and fell on Shannon’s defenseless upturned panty clad bottom. She began to wiggle and squirm to avoid his relentless stinging swats. ‘SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SPANK! ‘SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SPANK! SPANK! SMACK SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SPANK! SPANK! SMACK!’ He now spanked harder and faster finding a steady rhythm not slowing his pace, purposely aiming at the tender skin of her sit spots. She began to yelp and squirm more vigorously as the stinging intensified. She was now definitely beginning to regret her inattentive attitude towards her brother and her future. Finally Marcus stopped the spanking and gently rubbed Shannon’s warm buttocks. He could feel the heat through her panties. She tried desperately to contain the tears that were threatening to cascade down her pale cheeks, but finding it most difficult at the present time.

“Well young lady I think it’s time for these to come down.” Shannon groaned at this final indignity as he slid his fingers under the waistband of her panties and slid them down to meet her pants.

“Now, missy, it’s time for the REAL lesson to begin and hopefully we won’t ever have to have this ‘chat’ again. Agreed?” he asked as he reached behind him to pick up mom’s hairbrush off the desk.

She just looked up at her brother over her shoulder and nodded in agreement. He could see the remorse in his sister’s eyes. It was breaking his heart to have to do this, but he had to do what he had to do. He wouldn’t be doing her any favors by allowing her to ruin her life.

“I…I’m so sorry M…Marcus I…I hope you know that.” She said through trembling lips. She wasn’t making this very easy for him.

“Yes Lil one, I know you are.” He raised the hairbrush and began to spank her bare defenseless bottom with hard, fast repetitions, alternating cheeks. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! WHAP! WHAP!

“Ohhhh Marcus! It hurtssss it hurts!! I’m sorryyyyyy I’m sorryyyy!”

“I know it hurts, young lady. It’s a spanking. It’s supposed to hurt!” he replied in a stern tone as he continued the assault on her reddening upturned bottom.

She kicked her legs and squirmed over his lap for all it was worth. Finally not able to contain her guilt any longer the tears of remorse were released and gushed out of her blue eyes, flowing freely down her face. Marcus didn’t let up as he continued the spanking not missing a single opportunity to redden every inch of her bare bottom concentrating on her tender sit spots. By the time the spanking was over he looked down at his sniveling, sobbing and very well spanked sister. He put the brush aside and began the gentle rubs to her crimson flaming cheeks as she lay over his lap crying like she did when she was 10.

“I’m sorry I had to do this Shannon, but you know as well as I do that you’ve deserved this for quite some time now. I’m just sorry I didn’t have the guts to get this strict with you sooner. But mark my words lil lady from this point forward things will be very different around here. You understand me?”

“Y…Yesss S…Sir, I do,” replied a very sorry and contrite sibling.

“Good girl.” He continued rubbing Shannon’s bottom, and then lifted her up onto his lap. He wrapped his long strong arms around her and held her in a loving embrace as she cried into his chest.

“Shhhh…It’s all over now, lil one. All is forgive. You’re going to be fine, and you’re going to have a great life.”

he nodded and looked up into her brother’s consoling face and quipped a little grin through her tears.

“Yes, especially with my Guardian Angel around to kick my butt if I screw up again, huh?”

He chuckled a bit as he patted her tenderized bottom.

“Well maybe not kick it, just some well placed swats to get you going in the right direction.”

She smiled as he continued to rock her. She finally realized that even though her parents were gone, she really wasn’t alone. She could once again feel the love and the security that she though she had lost so many years ago.

“You’re right, big brother. I am going to be all right.”

He smiled at her and helped her off his lap. He guided her to the corner where she was left to collect herself and think of better ways to make her big brother and guardian proud of the future Dr. Shannon Taylor, D.V.M.

The End

This is Part 3 of Brotherly Love written and contributed by Karen Fix.

“Oh come on Marcus, it’s not like I’m not doing my share around here and I don’t think the barn would go belly up just because I missed a few days of teaching, besides you’re here to fill in and…”

“See? This is what I mean!” He said cutting her off, “You have no sense of responsibility, you seem to think that you can just goof off when ever you want and expect me to pick up after you, well guess what? It doesn’t work that way. I gave you this job for three reasons.” Becoming annoyed with his sister’s truculent attitude, he could see she needed a major attitude adjustment and he was just in the mood right now. He sat on the edge of his oak desk dissecting her with his eyes, arms folded.

“First, you’re going to school, and I know it’s expensive. I knew the extra money would help you out a great deal. Second, the job would also give you a sense of independence and self esteem to one day make it on your own. It’s a big harsh world out there, and I won’t always be around to make sure you’re looking after yourself. Finally, I see a potential in you to become a prominent big time rider. You have what it takes to become an Olympic caliber rider one day, but you just don’t see that. You used to have such a strong drive and commitment to become a better rider. You even earned your level 1 teaching certificate so you could teach, but lately all I’ve been doing is watching you slowly regressing. It’s like you don’t give a damn! You’ve totally lost any desire to achieve anything… including your grades young lady! You have always been an ‘A’ student, but lately they’ve just flown right out the window! Don’t you want to succeed in life any more? Don’t you want to become a Vet; or was that just another one of your passing fancies? Well believe you me, Missy, I DO want to see you succeed but you damn well won’t if you keep going the way your going and if you think for one minute that I’m just going to idly stand by and watch you piddle your life away. Then, you’re sadly mistaken, young lady, because that WON’T happen… not while I’m around and still you’re care giver. You understand me?”

She just sat on the sofa listening to one of the harshest scolding she ever heard come out of her brother’s mouth. She was seeing a side to Marcus she had never encountered before, and she didn’t at all like it, ‘He sounds just like daddy and his damned sermons’ she thought as she tried to keep her eyes dry. He sat on his desk and studied Shannon’s reactions and how she was beginning to pout and squirm a bit. He knew he was beginning to get through to her, but he thought he’d let her squirm a bit longer before he turned up the heat.

“Is anything I’m saying, lil lady, getting through to you?”

She just looked up at him and nodded in agreement. She wanted so much to just retaliate but she couldn’t. Everything he had said to her so far was the truth even though she didn’t want to accept it, and given the mood he was in, at the moment she felt it wasn’t the best time to become argumentative with him. She knew what was to come next was inevitable. He didn’t like raking his little sister over the coals like this but in his mind her future was at stake, and he wasn’t going to let her foolishly throw it away. He stood up and went behind his desk. She nervously watched his every move.

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