Saturday Spanking — May 18, 2024

When a naughty girl has it com’n…

Nikki Gets Disciplined

Has Nikki been talking with the cops? Let’s find out…

This story continues poor Nikki’s torment at the hands of the Mobster, Lenny, which began with Nikki Learns A Lesson and then with Nikki’s Trip to the Dungeon. In the story herein, Lenny has heard that Nikki was arrested and he’s concerned she’s given up his secrets to the cops.

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Brie holds the door as I enter Lenny’s other office. Lenny points to a chair for me and jingles the ice within the glass in his hand, signaling for Brie to bring him fresh drink. “Do you care for something, Nikki?”

“Wine, please.”

Brie leaves and closes the door.

“What do the cops know?”

“Not much. Just that two clients were murdered. I got the impression they were testing me, but I didn’t tell them anything.” I swallow. “What exactly has been going on? What am I evolved in?” I try to divert the conversation.

“You are not evolved. We have been honestly cooperating with the police. Damned if that doesn’t feel weird. Some guy has been using stolen identities to join the club. He has been getting past Emil’s background checks. He gets the women alone, and then kills them. There have been two.”

“Three,” I say before I can stop myself. “There was another that was not one of our clients.”

“Really? Anyway, it’s over. We have him now. He will sleep with the fishes tonight.”

Brie returns with our drinks and I quickly down the glass of wine. Lenny tells Brie to bring another.

Lenny’s voice turns to ice as he says, “Nikki, stand up and take your pants down.”

Coming here this afternoon, I’d worried about Lenny punishing me for talking to the cops.

Standing, I unbutton my jeans and push them down to my knees. “Panties too.” There’s a knock on the door and Lenny says, “Come in.”

Brie enters just in time to watch my plain white cotton panties slide down my thighs to my knees. Brie continues to stand in the open doorway holding my glass of wine. While there is no one else currently standing behind Brie, anyone who should happen to walk past will see my bare bottom, and anyone in the dressing room will be able to hear my screams as Lenny spanks me.

While Brie gazes wide-eyed at my butt, Lenny is smiling and admiring my shaved, bare-as-a-baby’s pubis. I stand at a loose attention with my arms at my sides, making no attempt to cover myself. My fingers curl inward as though holding a roll of dimes. Staring at him, I wait for his eyes to find their way back up to my face.

Finally, his eyes meet mine and he continues with my torment. “Nikki, would you like Brie to give you some nice hard swats on your little bootie?” He says it loud enough for those in the changing room to hear. Now everyone will know exactly what is happening.

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Fine Fanny Friday — May 17, 2024

Today is the day for…

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Dan and Betty’s Spa Day

Dan lost no time stripping nude. He insisted I strip likewise. Two minutes later, we were lying on the tables with our heads in the donut-shaped face pillows, but turned to face each other. I giggled.

“What?” he asked.

I was about to ask would happen if he got an erection, when Janet and Robbie entered. I had not expected for Robbie to be a guy. My kitty clenched with the thought of his hands on me. I squeezed my thighs together. I wondered what Dan would think.

Janet stood on the far side of Dan’s table and began to massage his shoulders while Robbie positioned himself beside my table and did likewise. I watched Dan get a full body massage while he watched Robbie do me. By the end of it, the sheets had been replaced with carefully positioned towels covering only the essentials, and we had been thoroughly massaged front and back. The magic kneading fingers came close, but never strayed into inappropriate places. I had been worried through the whole thing, but the spontaneous erection issue never came up. Their work completed, they left us to rest and dress.

“No, Dan, we are not doing that. They said to take our time dressing, they did not say ‘feel free to make out’.”

“Betty, sweetheart, they know we are here to have fun.”

“No, I’m not giving you a blowjob. I enjoy sex with you, you know that. And I’ve no objection to oral sex, but no blowjob here and now.” After a few seconds of looking at his disappointed puppy dog eyes, I added, “I’ll give you two back at your place.”

I honestly did not think sex would be at all appropriate, but this did appear to segue into a kinky discussion.

After the massage, we went to dinner. Dan grinned and talked about the massage through the whole thing. He talked about watching Robbie knead my butt and thighs. I drank wine and smirked at him.

“Were you serious about what you said at the spa?” he asked, as he drove us back to his apartment.

“I guess so, what did I say?”

“You know, that you would give me oral sex… twice?” He grinned like a schoolboy with his first Playboy magazine.

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Toe Tickle Thursday — May 16, 2024

Ah, her toes look best when…

Adorn with her panties!

Hump Day — May 15, 2024

This is the day for…

Surprises!

Imagine her surprise when she gets trapped my the masseuse.

The Massage Trap

During an innocent trip to the masseuse, she becomes trapped by the Mob

His hand left my bottom, leaving it suddenly cool. He walked toward the head of the table, back into my view. He stopped in front of the chair with my clothes and stared down at them. He reached down and picked up my red satin panty. He let the smooth silky fabric drape over one finger. He held it up close to his face.

Is he going to sniff it?

“You can leave anytime you want.” He waited for that joke to die. I could hardly get up and stomp out nude. “I won’t make any attempt to hold you here, but I really would appreciate it if you stayed and had a conversation with me.” He talked slowly and precisely. “I only want to talk with you about David.”

“Get out now, or I’m going to scream.” I try hard to sound firm, but it came out as a mere squeak.

“Please don’t, Sally. Don’t scream. That would be unpleasant and useless. Juliette, and everyone else, is gone. The spa is closed and empty. There is only you and me, and two of my friends,” he glanced to the door, “waiting in the hall. If you scream, they’ll come in to see,” his eyes trailed along my bare back, “to see what’s wrong.” He stepped closer, holding my panty a mere foot from my face. “Get up and run out if you wish, but a conversation would be much better.”

While the path to the door remained clear, he held a position between me and my clothes — and my car keys.

“Okay, what do you want?” I surrendered.

“Ah, it took a while, but I finally have your undivided attention. I want to know if you and David are still lovers.” He spoke more quickly, speaking to my panty. When he finished, his eyes focused on mine.

“I just don’t understand what we have to do with you,” I squeaked.

Leaning a few inches closer to my face, eyes locked on mine, he said, “Drag this out as long as you like, Sally. I’m certainly enjoying your company.”

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Cougar Gets Spanked

When a naughty girl teases the …

The handyman, she gets spanked.

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Cougar Gets Spanked

The handyman turns the tables.

She chuckled. “It was really naughty of me, don’t you think?”

“Yes… very naughty.”

“Such a naughty girl deserves a… a spanking. Don’t you think? I’d feel much better if you’d give me a spanking. Then I’d know you truly forgive me.” She trailed her hand down my arm. Her tiny hand rested on my larger hand, which gripped the steering wheel. “I bet you could give a girl a nice smack on the posterior.” When I said nothing, she asked, “Do you get a lunch break?”

“Yes, but I already ate lunch.”

“That’s fine. Tomorrow, I’ll wait until tomorrow.” She let a silence hang in the air for a moment. “So, about 12:30, you’ll be over?”

I swallowed and imagined spanking her firm derriere. Once again, she had snared me.

“Sure.”

“I’ll leave the door unlocked. Just come on in.” She smiled and backed away from the cart.

I tapped the gas petal. As I drove away, I watched her in the rear-view mirror. With her back to me, she pushed back her robe to expose her bottom and tugged on the leg-hole hem of her bikini.

What had just happened? What game was she playing?

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Two 4 Tuesday — May 14, 2024

Bare Butt Sailing

Karen learns that divers do IT deeper

After getting kicked out of the St. Augustine harbor, I sailed to Key Largo where I took up residences along the Port Largo canals. I had been the mate on the dive boat Karen and Janet had used. Later, after meeting at a bar, Karen and I made maximum use of the hot tub. And then…

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After a few minutes more of small talk and a round of beers, I untie the boat and begin to motor down the canal toward the open sea. At the third channel marker, I engage the autohelm and step up to the mast on the roof of the cabin. Pulling first the mainsail halyard and then the jib, I quickly raise the sails. Trimming in the sheets, the sails snap taught as they catch the southeasterly breeze and the boat heels and surges forward. The two women grab on to the cockpit coaming and stare nervously as the water sweeps up the leeward side, close to the boat’s rail.

“No worries,” I quickly assure them, “that’s what she’s supposed to do.”

Janet picks up a flotation seat cushion and heads for the bow deck. Using the cushion as a back rest, she reclines against the cabin roof facing forward. A minute later, I watch as she unfastens the back strap of her bikini top. She pulls the bra half of her bikini free from her head and hair.

“Janet, that’s not allowed,” I call to her.

Turning to lay on one side, she looks back to me; her exposed breasts unfettered. “What?” she asks.

“Topless sunbathing,” I continue, “it’s a rule I have… no topless sunbathing is allowed on my boat. If you take your top off, you must go all the way… au naturel.”

She studies me for a moment, and then I see her squirm and wiggle behind the cabin roof. Then she holds up the panty half of her bikini and waves it in the wind.

“Yes, that’s better,” I shout, over the roar of the wind and rushing water.

Karen studies me for a moment, and then says, “That’s not exactly fair. You are topless,” she drags a fingernail across my bare chest and then tugs at a tuft of chest hair.

Shrugging, I unzip my shorts and pull them off with my underwear. I toss the bundle into the cabin. I recline on my side along the port cockpit seat. After a moment of playful reflection, Karen too strips off her bikini and tosses it on top of my shorts on the cabin floor. She reclines in a parallel posture along the starboard seat.

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No Bra Monday — May 13, 2024

Was she a witness, or something more?

I knew it was the wrong thing to do, but I did it anyway

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She sucked in a deep breath, and said, “I don’t know the man. He got into the elevator with me. We got off on the same floor. I don’t know him and never saw him again.”

“Why were you on the sixth floor?”

“That’s were my friend’s room was.”

“Please, let’s dispense with the bullshit. I know an awful lot about what was happening on that floor last night. I don’t care if you were turning tricks. I want you to tell me the fucking truth.”

“I’m not a prostitute. I like to have a good time, and if guys want to give me money, I don’t refuse. I had met a guy earlier. He was married and didn’t want his friends to see him with me. So, we went up separately. I don’t know his name either, and I don’t remember the room number. He was standing in the hall waiting for me when I got off the elevator. That man,” she pointed to the photo, “got off at the same time. I didn’t pay attention to where he went.”

“And this morning?”

“My friend had an early flight. He left me in the room. I slept late. As I said, I don’t know what time it was when I left, but there were cops in the hall. I wanted to avoid them, so I simply ducked down the stairs.”

“What time did you meet your friend in the bar?”

“It was not at the bar. He was playing craps and winning. He won a lot and called me his Little Good Luck Charm. He gave me some of his winnings, and I was very grateful. I’m not sure of the time when we went upstairs; there are no clocks in the casino.” She drew a breath. “In the morning, there was a knock, that’s what woke me up. I thought it was the maid. The guy was supposed to put the do-not-disturb sign out, but I guess he forgot. Anyway, I didn’t answer, and the maid did not come in.”

“You didn’t hear any gunshots, women screaming, or other noise in the hallway?”

“No, it was pretty quiet. Like I said, we were pretty busy.”

“Okay, wait here.” I wondered how a backdoor entry into that slender butt would feel.

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Sunday Funnies — May 12, 2024

It’s her birthday and …

I get to do the spanking!

Making Love with the Frenchman

Ravished on the high seas

During the Civil War, a young widow crosses the Atlantic to attend nursing school in England. A rogue artist captures the attention of the young widow.

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The large room is filled with piles of barrels wrapped together with rope nets. These bundling nets are intended to hold the cargo secure as the ship rolls. The room is dimly lit by only the starlight filtering through the open deck hatches. In a storm, these hatches would be closed, but on a clear hot night they are open to help ventilate the ship’s interior.

We are not alone! As Julien continues to grip the wrap closed about my arms, he pulls me between netted piles of barrels. At least two other couples are snuggling into the natural hammocks formed by the nets. I can well guess what they are doing as I hear soft feminine voices moan in pleasure. Perhaps, this is where Janice is! Julien finds an appropriate nook and he presses me backward into the netting. Finally, he releases my arms as he takes a step back to gaze upon me. I recline in a half laying posture against the hammock netting.

He lifts one of my feet from the deck and tucks it into the net so that the heel of my boot holds against the rope net. Then, he does the same with my other foot. My heels are high and my legs are wide open. With my feet thusly bound, Julien lifts the hem of my frock until he sees I am bare, without undergarments. He lets out a soft moan as he is reassured of my purpose to lie with him. From somewhere in the darkness, a woman issues her own moan as a seemingly answering cry of the wild.

Julien lies atop me and kisses me. His tongue opens my lips and lightly touches mine. A spark ignites with his tongue’s caress and a fire of desire is soon burring in my belly as I shudder.

“Are you cold?” Julien asks, as he releases my lips.

“No. I am burning with a fire for you.” I sigh and compress my knees to hold his thighs tightly.

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Saturday Spanking — May 11, 2024

Just because you’re a good girl…

Doesn’t mean you won’t get a spanking!

Road Side Rescue

Stranded woman is rescued by a Dom; she learns to behave

“Are you all right, miss?”

The muffled voice through the closed car window startles me. I put my non-functional phone down and look at the potential assailant standing beside my car. However, he doesn’t look dangerous. The voice belongs to a silver-haired man with matching salt and pepper beard. With his round face, he looks a bit like Santa Clause. In the cold wind, his cheeks and nose are rosy.

I push the down button to lower the window, but nothing happens. Cautiously, I open the door. “My car died, and now it won’t start.”

“Try and start it, let me listen to it.” I turn the key and absolutely nothing happens. “The lights aren’t working either.”

“The battery is dead. It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes they fail like this — just spontaneously die.”

“I tried calling the auto club, but I can’t get any reception on my phone.”

“Yes, this is a rather secluded road. Not a very safe place to break down.”

“I didn’t plan it.”

“Yes, of course. Well, come on. Lock it up and let’s go.” His voice is commanding. Strangely, I am compelled to comply.

“Wait, you expect me to just go with you?” Better sense prevails to hold me back.

“As I said, it is not safe for us to simply stand around out here. If you can’t call anyone, what else are you going to do?” At that moment the rain starts. “The weather man says it’s going to be an ice storm tonight. You can’t stay here.” Again, the firm command in his voice demands action.

Walking anywhere was out of the question. I pick up my purse and slam the door on the dead car. I press the lock button on the key fob.

“That won’t work,” Santa says, “you’ll have to lock it with the key.”

After locking the door, I follow him to his car. He opens the passenger door for me. After taking a second to glance inside, to ensure no one else is in the car, I sit and wait for him to close the door.

This is it. Will I ever be heard from again?

He walks around and climbs into the driver’s seat.

“Will you please take me to a gas station?” I ask.

“No, that won’t do at all. In the old days, there were genuine service stations where you might have been able to buy a battery. But, not today. You won’t be able to buy a battery until morning.”

I guess Santa would know about the old days.

The rain turns to ice and adheres to the windshield. “I’ll take you home. Where do you live?”

I’m sitting in a car with an ax murderer, and he wants me to tell him where I live!

“Ah-ah, cross the river. I’ll show you where to turn.” I decide to stall. Perhaps, I will jump out when he stops at the red light just before my street.

As we round a curve, a police car blocks our path. Its flashing lights are blinding, but we can see two wrecked cars on the bridge beyond.

“The bridge has already iced over.” Santa throws the car in reverse and executes a three-point turn. He roars on in the opposite direction.

Damn, I should have jumped out and run to the policeman.

A few minutes later, we pass my dead car, now coated in ice.

“Now what are we going to do?”

“I’ll have to take you to my house.”

I watch the icy trees pass by as we head further away from the city. “No, maybe you should just drop me someplace safe. I don’t want to trouble you so much.”

He brakes the car to a stop. “Listen here, young lady, you are exercising good judgment in being cautious. But, look at the big picture here.” He points out the window to the densely falling, frozen rain. “There is no safe place out there tonight. And, I am simply not going to drop you off anywhere that I am not certain is safe.” He stares at me, waiting for a response, but I only stare at him. “Did you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Did I really call him Sir?

*****

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Fine Fanny Friday — May 10, 2024

With such a beautiful apple bottom…

She Takes It The English Way

Lieutenant Smyth takes command of her bum

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Lieutenant Smyth slowly spins me around and his lips move to kiss mine while he still holds my arms bound by his. He releases my mouth and presses my bottom against the bundled sail. His meaning is perfectly clear.

“Sir,” I quietly say, “I welcome your advance and I will make no cry of alarm. I will not resist you. But, please, you must not put your seed within me. I can barely feed myself. I can’t be left with a child.” Again the image of his manhood swelling in m mouth floats through my brain.

“Do as I instruct. Leave me to do as I wish and you will have no concern,” he responds. I relax within his arms. He releases my arms and hugs me. He kisses me tenderly and I warmly kiss him back.

Is he going to want my mouth, or my bum?

Turning me around again, he bends me over the sail bundle. It is my bum he wants. Lifting my frock’s hem he exposes my stocking legs and drawers. He unties the ribbon and pulls the halves of my drawers open to fully expose my pale bottom. I watch over my shoulder as he unbuttons his breeches, but I cannot see his cock. I open my thighs as wide as I can and his thumbs open my bottom cheeks.

And then, his firm, fleshy tip presses to the entrance of my wetness.

“Sir!” I exclaim, as I try to lift up and push him away.

“Hold fast, woman,” he firmly says, as he presses my back down flat. “I said I would take care of you and I know how to do that. Just do as I instruct.”

I relax and feel his cock again press to gain entry into my womanhood.

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