Spanking Storybook

Well, I’m back.  It’s been a while.  Life gets busy, and I have to keep up with my home stuff, or the husband spanks, you know.

So last night I spent some time back  at what is becoming one of my favorite free spanking story sites, the Library of Spanking Fiction.  I read a few of Brianna’s stories.  She tends to write brother/sister themed spankings stories.  If you are offended by minors being spanked, then you’ll want to skip the stories I’m about to review.  If you’re looking for stories of loving domestic discipline where spankings are given in the best interest of the girl,  you’ll love these.

First, go to the Library of Spanking Fiction and select “Brianna” from the author drop down list.  Now choose, “Serials.”  All 3 stories there are very good, Just Shannon, Molly, and Studying Abroad.

In Just Shannon and Studying Abroad, the story is M/f with an older brother (or step brother) and a minor sister.  However, in Molly, Brian is a young man who takes an interest in Molly, a 12 year old girl.  Molly is having a tough time, and when her mom runs out on her, Brian takes her in.  As expected, Molly has behavior problems, but Brian sees the good girl in her and genuinely cares about her.  Still, he doesn’t tolerate her misbehavior.  The author does a great job of making the reader accept Brian’s discipline role in Molly’s young life.  It isn’t easy for Brian to spank Molly, but he does it because he feels it is best for her.  It’s a lovely story of young girl who finds someone who believes in her and guides her to be her best.  OK, yes, she gets quite a few spankings along the way. I loved the caring, loving relationship between Molly and Brian.

Definitely check out the other 2 stories under Brianna’s serials as well.

No it’s not my 31st spanking story review.  At least I don’t think it is.  That’s the name of the story.  It’s a clever and very creative name too.  No. 31 is a free spanking story at the Library of Spanking Fiction.  It’s written by Mary, and it’s a M/F spanking story.  (Look under Mary’s serials with the drop down menu on the home page.)

This story is 5 chapters long and tells the story of a woman’s first spanking.  She gets it in an unconventional way too.  Claire seeks out her spanking fantasies at a company called No. 31.  Think about the number 31 as the company’s logo.  Now turn the number 90 degrees.  Clever, huh?

I loved the playfulness of this story.  It’s a positive story of a woman daring to finally get the spanking she’s always dreamed of having.  Claire’s fantasy is a classic naughty employee and her boss scene, but hearing Claire’s thoughts as her fantasy comes to life reminds me of all the reasons why I have these same fantasies.  Mary is an excellent writer, and I plan to read more of her stories soon.  This is her only serial (many chapter story) on the site right now.  She does have 11 other short stories listed.

I’m going to say it again.  If you haven’t checked out the Library of Spanking Fiction for free spanking stories yet, you are really missing out.

This story was originally posted on on the Christian Domestic Discipline group by Kevin. It is a true M/F, domestic discipline story, and he has given his permission to share it with Spanking Storybook.

The First Time

By Kevin

And so the time had come. We had considered it. Discussed it. Debated it. Researched it. Prayed over it and finally agreed to it. And so in silence she undressed as I sat on the end of our bed.

She stood in front of me. Naked, vulnerable, questioning, searching and yet still trusting. Her nakedness, her vulnerability, reached far beyond the clothes that she had dutifully discarded. My respect for and attraction to her reached so far beyond the beautiful form she revealed to me.

Gently, nervously and yet oh so longingly I reached out to her, taking her by her wrist and silently I guided her closer to me so that she came to stand before me and yet so deep within my heart.

The man in me wanted so much simply to enter her, to cherish her, to experience her. The husband in me needed so much to nurture her, guide her, respond to her, to protect her.

Our eyes met and within our gaze so too did the oceans of questions that I knew flooded our minds. Questions that now found their voice only in the silent reflection each of us were having and the prayers that found voice only in our own individual heart-speak. .

“Am I doing the right thing?”

“How do I discipline her and yet love her at the same time?”

“What words do I use?”

“What if I can’t go through with it?”

“How can I, who messes up so much myself, discipline her for messing up?”

“Will I irredeemably change the way she looks at me?”

“How can I who am suddenly feeling so nervous and unsure, show her the strength and assurance that I know she needs from me right now?”

“Lord, I need your strength and guidance.”

And what of her? What of the questions I knew were swimming behind her searching gaze?

Is she asking…

“If she was doing the right thing?”

“How can someone discipline her and love her at the same time?”

“How she should react?”

“If she could actually go through with this?”

“Will this change the relationship we had with each other? The way she looked at me? The way she looked at herself?”

“If she was a child or a woman?”

“How can she put aside her fear and submit?”

Is she too asking the Lord for guidance and strength?

Is that guidance and strength meant to come to her through what I now do?

“You know we discussed this?” I asked her firmly but lovingly.

She said nothing and yet in this I knew she was saying yes.

“And you know that this is something we both agreed was what God would want from us both?” She nodded, “I know,” she whispered her nerves spoken only through the gentleness of her response.

“I love you and want so much to help you fight your temper.” I told her. “And I will do anything to help you be the woman, the mother, the wife you need and want to be and who God wants you to be.”

Her trembling hand reached out and rested on my arm.

“And I will do anything to be the man, the father, the husband, God wants me to be.” I added as I pulled her across my lap and held her gently but firmly as I guided her into position..

And so it had started, a new journey, a new loving, a new depth – a new beginning born out of the desire to be obedient, to cherish, to love, to nurture and to respond.

A new world born out of a heartfelt loving and washed in the tears we both shed and shared that night.