Working Late (a strap-on and spanking short story)

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I want to tell you about how my Aunt Jenny (whom I was living with full time) gave me and my cousins a severe spanking with the strap. Secondary school, despite my mum's assurances that 'it would be alright' and that 'the teachers took care of everyone, was a miserable time for me.

Like many boys, I loved cars. Val’s husband had a classic Mustang and had promised me a ride in it when we got over there. I was very excited about this. So he brought out another ice cube and ran it between Kim’s bound and clamped breasts before bringing it down her stomach and just above her vibrated pussy. He removed the vibrating wand only to replace it with the ice cube, which he slowly rubbed around Kim’s hairy pussy until it glistened with moisture. He then took one finger, made cold by the ice, and inserted it into Kim’s exposed womanhood. Few houses in the UK have a basement, so it was such a novelty for me. I loved the fact that their basement was used for a games room and storage and laundry. There was a spare TV and a sofa for anyone who wanted to watch an alternative programme.

Suspicions on the River

Instead of being bound at just wrists and ankles, additional ropes had been used to bind Kim’s elbows and knees to ensure that escape was impossible. Mark had also fashioned a tight crotchrope that was also tied to the bed so that the slightest wiggle would remind Kim of the intruder in her private bits. In the cloakroom I learned what it was that she said to the students. In a quiet voice she told me she was sorry she had to strap me, but she felt I'd been wanting to be strapped for a long time and that afternoon I had talked in class just to get her to strap me. We both liked that idea, and we spent the next couple of hours taking turns spanking each other. We used bare hands, a plastic spatula, a hairbrush, and even Mom's big paddle. It hurt tons, but that just made it daring and risky. We certainly weren't bored any more! Give her another ten and send her to bed," Mom said to Dana. "I'm exhausted and I've got to take a shower." After that, us doing the warmup was the new norm. It didn't happen when only one of us got in trouble -- Dana got it just a day or two later for something she'd done at school, and Mom spanked and paddled her. But whenever two or more of us were due, Mom let us do the warmup.

Thomas couldn't believe what was happening to him. He felt the cane tapping gently across the centre of his bared bottom cheeks, He had no idea what to expect, but he was dismayed that even these gentle taps stung unpleasantly. He screwed his face up in dread in anticipation of something considerably more painful One of our favorite things was comparing our bodies after just one of us had gotten spanked. We'd stand side by side in front of a double mirror and compare one red, sore bottom with one white, unblemished one. It was so fascinating, a living before and after picture. If I was the one spanked I loved it, feeling how hot and red by butt was, but if Shayla had the red bottom, I was fascinated and excited that my smooth cheeks were going to look like hers in twenty minutes or so. It was over, but for a few moments I stayed bent over that table. It never occured to me to ask Val to stop and the truth is that although she swung a mean paddle (I suspect she’d had some practice over the years as a mom), I had also found the spanking exciting and perversely enjoyable. Val managed to hit just the right note – hard enough to really sting without being enough to have me bawling my eyes out. I pulled the quilt over my head, the feeling of helplessness and misery of the day overwhelming me...and I silently cried. Kim smiled and held up her hand, “Stop! No need to explain. I take it that you would like to avail of our ‘special arrangement.’” Mark nodded silently.We did deserve it, since we'd all gone to a party where alcohol was being served and we knew Mom would be livid when she found out. We must have spanked, paddled, and whipped each other for more than two hours that night. It was definitely too severe, but at the time it felt right. Shayla and I looked at each other in surprise. We weren't sure what to make of this, but the truth was that we'd both enjoyed spanking each other and it was certainly far better than Mom doing it, so we didn't argue. We just nodded and went up to our room to strip and spank each other. Whimpering with fear and humiliation, Thomas slowly undid his trousers and allowed them to drop to the floor, then, with his face now glowing an even brighter red, he eased down his underpants.