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A Spanking for the Teacher
Frank stood at Gina Castleberry's door and stared. He'd tried knocking several times but would stop just as his knuckle touched the door. For what he was planning to do, Gina could sue the pants off of him and he knew it. However, he also knew he could easily bring her before the school board for what she had done to Abby earlier in the week. If she was smart she wouldn't fight him.

Of course he would give Ms. Castleberry a choice. She could either take the paddling of her life from him, right then and there, or explain to the school board why she had spanked his daughter on her bare bottom for something she hadn't even done! He felt sure after careful consideration she would select the former choice.

He'd finally be able to get his hands on Ms. Castleberry's fine looking behind which was something he had been thinking about ever since he'd met her in the principal's office the week before.

He'd come up with the idea the night Abby had come home and told him Ms. Castleberry had found the real culprit behind the desk fiasco and hadn't even bothered to apologize to her for the hasty punishment!

Of course Abby had been in an amazing amount of trouble lately but he still wanted her to know he would stand up for her when she wasn't in the wrong. That was important to him. He wanted both his girls to know he loved them and would always go to bat for them when possible. Justice was justice after all.

So with that thought in mind, he found himself standing in front of Gina's door trying to scrape up enough nerve to knock. Finally striking up the courage, he banged his fist a little harder then he had intended to against her door.

Several moments passed before the door slowly opened and a face peeked through the crack of the door.

Without smiling, Frank cocked his head slightly so his eyes were even with hers and asked gruffly, "Ms. Castleberry do you remember me?"

"Yes," she replied with a frown, "You're Abby Levine's father. What can I do for you?"

"I'd like to come in and talk with you for a few minutes if you have the time."

"Well the truth is Mr. Levine I don't usually talk with parents in my home, plus as you can see I called in sick today. That's why I'm not in school. Why don't you come by school tomorrow afternoon and we can talk then, okay?" She gave him a pasted half smile and started closing the door.

All the years spent on the police force caused Frank to automatically place his foot in the door so it wouldn't close and said, "Uh Ms. Castleberry I'd really like to speak with you now. It's very important and I guarantee you will want to hear what I have to say."

"Mr. Levine, really!" Gina spluttered as she watched him push his foot in even further.

Attitude Adjustment
Emma stared hard at the door. So far she had seen three people go in but no one had yet come back out. That meant one of two things. Either there was another way out once you got on the other side, or no one left alive! She prayed it was the former.

She'd been waiting for quite a while. Not that she was really in a great hurry to get back there but she did want to get the whole stupid thing over with. Practically every nail on her right hand was chewed down to the quick from nerves.

She was the only one left in the waiting room. Everyone else had been called. She wondered what would happen if she just got up and walked right out of the door and went home. But she didn't. She knew she'd be caught and her punishment would just be worse. So, she sat and waited.

Finally the older woman behind the desk looked straight at her and said, "They're almost ready for you. Please go in and strip from the waist down. They'll be with you in a moment."

She wondered who 'they' were but was afraid to ask. She thought she was seeing one man but apparently she was seeing several.

Slowly, standing on shaky legs, Emma walked towards the door. Each step she took seemed to grow heavier and heavier until finally she reached her destination. Turning the knob with a sweaty palm, she opened the door.

At first glance upon stepping into the room, Emma didn't see that it looked much different from how a doctor's office might look. There was an examination table in the middle, a sink on the side and plenty of cabinets. But on a closer inspection of her surroundings, Emma discovered a few rather alarming corporal punishment items she'd never seen before pushed into one of the corners. And one wall was totally lined with paddles of different shapes and sizes. Emma shivered apprehensively.

Reluctantly, she closed the door behind her and began following the directions she had been given. Before long her new linen skirt and black panties were both draped across one of the many chairs occupying the room. She wasn't sure whether or not she was supposed to be sitting or standing. The lady hadn't said anything about that. So she simply stood leaning against the examination table and stared once more at the stupid door.

It seemed like she had been standing for an eternity before she heard a loud knock on the door. She hadn't even said, "Come in," before three men came waltzing in, practically ignoring her very existence as they continued talking with one another. In fact, it was several long seconds before they seemed to realize there was a fourth person in the room.

"Miss Banks?" the oldest of the three men asked as he read the name off of a chart that he held tightly in his hands.

Caned at the Manor
Saint Saviours was founded as a charity in 1876. It was originally set up to help young women who had 'lost their way' in life. In the early years this generally referred to women who frequented the taverns and plied their trade of prostitution. Financial assistance, training and encouragement were provided to teach these women alternative means of earning a living. Over the years the objectives broadened to provide support to financially disadvantaged women with the talent to succeed in life. Through the generations a number of wealthy benefactors ensured the ongoing viability of the charity, which deals with thousands of applications for assistance each year.

Bernadette Wilson was an attractive young woman of 24 years of age. She had striking auburn hair, stood 5 feet six inches tall and had a well proportioned figure honed by regular exercise and visits to the gym. She had been married for three years to Stephen, a junior administrative civil servant. They had chosen not to start a family until they were financially able. Bernadette worked at a hypermarket in Croydon. She had done so since leaving school at the age of seventeen. She had excelled in her GCSE examinations and had embarked on an 'A' level course with a view to university entrance. She sustained this for about ten months but then found that the distractions of growing up resulted in her losing interest in academia. She abandoned her education and started work, initially stacking shelves at the supermarket, then progressing to the check out tills and then to a supervisor role. It was there that she hit the glass ceiling. Opportunities above her level were restricted to management trainees. She needed a university degree or at least three good 'A' levels to even apply to join the supermarket management scheme.

Her good friend Katrina Smith had a similar background. She was of a similar age and like Bernadette, had abandoned her education half way through her 'A' level course. She had fallen in love with a handsome young Spanish man whom she met on holiday in Benidorm. She decided to stay and found a job working in a bar. Like many holiday romances, this was doomed to fail. Five months later Katrina returned to Croydon, much to her parent's relief, and secured a job in a supermarket. It was here that she met Bernadette and soon they became very good friends. Katrina was two inches taller than Bernadette, slim with long black hair. They both enjoyed physical fitness and were regular attendees at the local gym. The two worked as supervisors at the same store.

The store manager at the Croydon branch was a lovely lady by the name of Stephanie Taylor. She was liked and well regarded by all the staff but it became apparent that she identified both Katrina and Bernadette as having management potential. Separately she called them both into her office for career interviews and convinced each of them that they should apply for the in house management trainee programme.

I was so lucky to have met Sharon. I am Ruth, 25-years-old, and a secretary in the HR department of a large firm. Sharon is 45-years-old, but the twenty year age difference was no problem at all.

I was immediately attracted to Sharon. She is my Mum's age, but I never had a good relationship with her. Unfortunately for me my own mother was far from loving. In fact she wasn't particularly interested in me at all. I longed for a mother's love. In Sharon I had found what I wanted - the security of a loving mother.

Sharon attended the same keep fit classes at the sports centre that I did. After a couple of sessions I started chatting to her. We got to exchanging banter during the class and after the session started going together for a coffee. One time, Sharon asked if I was interested in seeing the latest rom-com film with her. I was, and we went together.

We were soon an item, and my friends joked how Sharon was my Mum's age. I told them that we were just friends but pretty soon Sharon was known as my chummy mummy. I had never heard the term before. Maybe it was unusual having a friend the same age as my Mum. However, I rather liked the idea. The age difference was a bonus for me, anyway.

What I didn't tell my friends was that Sharon's own mother/daughter relationship had also been an abject failure. So she was looking to befriend the daughter she never had. Well, no, actually she had a daughter - but the teenage years were a nightmare and they fell out. Sharon always reckoned she had failed her daughter who went off to University but never came back home to live. Slowly they had lost touch.

Sharon and I just clicked and we got on really well. When out together we heard whispers around us that we seemed like a mum and daughter. We liked those comments.

After a few dates Sharon opened up further and told me that she felt if she had been stricter with her daughter that maybe she wouldn't now be wasting her life - 'living the dream' - as her daughter put it when they last spoke on the phone. In return, I explained to her that my Mum just left me to fend for myself and I knew that I could also quite easily have spiralled out of control. I managed to turn myself around but I would have liked a more disciplined upbringing. It was after a few drinks that I admitted to Sharon, blushing, that I was so hung up about the lack of discipline in my life and often wondered what it would have been like to have had a strict Mum.

Sharon looked surprised by my comment and asked cautiously, "What kind of discipline?"

I was still blushing, answering, "Well, erm, being spanked if I needed to be." I added after a moment, "You know, like if my Mum decided I needed to be."

Powder Blue Panties in Singapore
Sarah Payne was regarded as a vivacious beautiful young woman at the young and perhaps tender age of twenty four years. She was slim and stood about 5 feet six inches in stocking feet. She had shoulder-length black hair cut into a bob, with piercing blue eyes - altogether she was someone that turned heads. She exuded confidence and this showed in her bubbly personality. Although bright, she had a history of under-achieving. She attended a normal comprehensive school in Buckinghamshire but left at the minimum leaving age of sixteen without a solitary academic qualification. She hadn't shown any aptitude for academic application and her school reports reflected that this was not due to any inherent problems (she had been assessed as having average intelligence), rather that she had not shown any interest. She was good at sports though and played tennis and netball for the school.

Sarah obtained a job as a trainee hair stylist upon leaving school but gave this up within a year as she was fed up with making cups of coffee, sweeping up hair and washing customers' hair prior to the administrations of the trained stylists. She transferred her energies to learning the beauty trade and made a better fist of this. She quickly picked up the basic skills of pedicure, manicure, facial treatments and waxing and soon became proficient. The salon where she worked sent her off to college one day a week to hone her newly acquired skills and she started collecting certificates of competence in a range of beauty applications.

At the age of twenty two she noticed an advertisement for beauticians to work on cruise ships from an agency based in Singapore. Interviews, skill and aptitude tests were conducted in London. Sarah was very much the 'pick of the bunch' and she was issued an initial contract of twelve months. This saw her embark on a new chapter of her life. Although nominally based in Singapore, Sarah was soon working as a beautician on cruise ships. She loved the work and was relatively well paid. Tips were generous and she was able to accumulate savings which she wisely banked in a Singapore based bank account.

However, all good things inevitably come to an end. The agency for which she worked did not have their contract with 'Celebrity' cruises renewed. As she was technically regarded as self employed there was no obligation for the new contractor to take her on, so for the first time in her life, at the age of twenty four, she found herself redundant and out of work. She had sufficient savings to remain in Singapore, having found herself a modest apartment to rent. She decided to see a little of Singapore and Malaysia having realised that whilst she had visited many countries over the previous two years, there had been limited opportunity to go ashore to see the sights. It was during this brief period in her life that she decided that the beauty business was fairly precarious.

David McKnight was an internet programmer in Austin, Texas, when the internet was young in the early 1990s. He saw its potential and invested in some companies that he thought would profit as more commerce moved online. Those investments shot up dramatically during the technology bull market, and he got very nervous when his paper profits exceeded ten million dollars, so one day he sold everything.

He missed the exact top of the stock market bubble but was extremely happy to be in cash when the crash came. He reinvested in U.S. treasuries and safe, secure companies that paid nice dividends.

He decided to move to a country where the cost of living was low and he could live well off his investment income. Mexico came to mind but he didn't know Spanish and the culture was so different he wasn't sure he would enjoy it. More research turned up the country of Belize.

It was a former British colony, its official language was English, the currency was dollars, and it was a democracy. A large percentage of the early European settlers came from Scotland and most of their descendants stayed there. It had one of the lowest population densities in all of the Americas and enjoyed a booming tourist industry. After many visits to the country, he decided it was the place for him.

David was able to buy a large mansion in a beautiful location for about one-fourth, or less, of what it would have cost in the United States. The country was highly developed, so cable television, cell phones, and internet access were not a problem. He quickly started making new friends but, from time to time, would invite a few of his old friends, including former girlfriends, to fly down and join him for a couple of weeks. He worked as an internet consultant occasionally from his home just for the fun of it. He considered his life to be near perfect.

Because of its English heritage, he soon discovered that corporal punishment was still very common in Belize. Through reading the newspaper and talking with friends, it came to his attention that teachers spanked their students, many husbands spanked their wives, and even some employers would spank their employees on occasion.

He found all of this very surprising, but it also intrigued and excited him. He had fantasized about spanking someone for years and loved to visit web sites about this kink. He owned an extensive library of spanking novels and videos and occasionally would write a short story about a man spanking a young woman. Some of these were available at various spanking story sites.

The first corporal punishment he actually witnessed in person was at the home of his friend Edward Matthews when he and his wife, Susan, invited David over for dinner one evening. He had met Edward at a party and discovered that he had several things in common with him - they both were of Scottish descent, loved chess, were online gaming fanatics, and were programmers.

Myra's Domestic Discipline
My name is Shawn and I'm a graduate student at Yale working on a PhD in math. I've always dated younger girls. My first date as an eighth grader was with a seventh grader who lived on my street and who was friends with my younger sister. During high school, the girls I dated were usually just a year or two younger, but by the time I was a college senior, I was mostly dating college freshmen and they were most often three years younger. Now as a graduate student, freshmen girls still attract me so the age difference might be as much as six years.

I always select those young women who are petite and shy, who have a submissive nature, and who are inexperienced sexually. Of course, they also have to be beautiful and smart, possess a great personality, and have a nice round ass. In a large university setting, it's surprising how many females meet all those qualifications. I'm a dominant male that likes to spank young females and I've found that girls with those traits will often submit to a relationship that includes erotic and punishment spankings.

My latest conquest is Myra. She majors in mathematics and is six years younger, ten inches shorter, and ninety-five pounds lighter than I am. A blonde blue-eyed beauty from California, she was raised by very strict parents who belong to a strange religious sect.

They only allowed her to date in groups, prohibited the use of makeup, made her wear conservative clothing, and insisted on a 10:00 pm curfew even when she was a senior in high school. They spanked her for the slightest infraction of their rules and would still be spanking her if she hadn't moved. When she turned eighteen, she inherited some money from her grandmother and immediately left home to attend college in the east.

Just a few weeks after she arrived at Yale, I noticed her in the mathematics building where I was attending a graduate seminar. She looked like a lost little girl as she wandered down the hallway peering into each room while avoiding eye contact with everyone.

I noticed she was strikingly beautiful and had a fantastic figure even though her makeup was a mess and she was wearing a very unstylish dress. I walked up to her and asked if I could help. Her first impulse was to say no and turn away, but instead she answered in a meek voice, "I'm looking for Math 107 and I forgot the room number."

"Do you know the teacher's name," I responded.

She shook her head as she answered, "I just remember it starts with an H and he's very tall."

"That must be Harkness and I saw him enter a room just a few minutes ago. Let me show you."

I led her to room M122 and saw how relieved she was when she realized it was the correct room.

"Oh, thank you so much," she said with a bright smile.

Spanked by Her Best Friend's Husband
This is the story of the night I gave my wife's best friend a spanking, and I'm not talking about a few swats on a jean-covered bottom. Mary got a full punishment spanking on her bare behind with my hand, a wooden paddle, and a strap. In fact, she was completely nude when I spanked her, and the punishment session lasted over two hours. My wife, Jane, watched and assisted the whole time, and even encouraged me to spank harder at one point. Mary's backside was just as red and she cried just as much as when I spank my wife - I'm an equal opportunity spanker.

I bet you're wondering how this came to happen. Well, my name is Bob, and as I've said, I'm married to Jane. We're both twenty-six years old and have been married for three years. For the last two of those years, I've spanked my wife on a regular basis for various offenses, usually immature behavior involving money.

I come from a spanking family. My dad spanked my three sisters, my mom, and me. I was a good kid but my youngest sister wasn't - she last got her butt blistered at the age of nineteen when she came home drunk from a frat party one night while in college.

Dad always spanked us on the bare and in front of the rest of the family. He reasoned that the embarrassment of this reinforced the pain of the spanking. I never saw him spanking my mom, but I heard a lot of her punishments, and my parents had no problem with talking about her spankings in front of us teens.

My wife, Jane, was an only child, and her parents never used corporal punishment. However, my family's spanking practices fascinated her. I heard her talking several times with my mom and sisters about their spankings during our visits. At least twice, she was present when my dad gave one of my sisters a spanking, once with a belt, and once with a paddle.

So during our second year of marriage, when Jane bounced checks for three months in a row, I told her I was going to spank her. She didn't look surprised and just nodded her head while making no objections at all. She told me later that she knew this needed to happen because of her immature behavior, and that she had been ready for it. She's been getting about a spanking a month ever since.

Mary and her husband, David, are our best friends. We met them during college, and they got married just a few months after we did. We live close to them and the four of us get together at least once a week. David and I are close, but Jane and Mary are even closer and tell each other everything. I'm sure that Mary found out about Jane's first spanking the very next day. Just like Jane, both Mary and David grew up in families that didn't spank.

I met Brian during freshman orientation at the University of Texas when he became my assigned roommate for room 104 in Roy Hall. I don't know how they decided to match us but it worked out extremely well. While many students were switching every semester, Brian and I stayed together during our entire four years at UT.

We had several similarities but the most obvious was that we were both electrical engineering majors. This meant we had most of our classes together every semester and could help each other when one of us was having a hard time with something.

We also had similar values and outlooks on life although Brian's morals were stricter than mine were. He didn't smoke, drink, use drugs, or speak vulgar words. I smoked for a while but soon gave it up, would have an occasional beer but never got drunk, had smoked a couple of joints of weed but didn't like it, and said a few damns, hells, and shits from time to time.

I guess our biggest difference was that I grew up in Houston and Brian in a small West Texas town. The more I heard from him about growing up the stranger it seemed. His town had one movie theater while Houston had hundreds. He knew almost everyone in his city whereas I only knew some of my fellow students and a few neighbors. He had many aunts, uncles, and cousins nearby but none of my relatives lived near Houston. He graduated first in a class of nine while I was twenty-one in a class of over six hundred.

Our families were also very different. His mother never worked but mine went back to her career when I turned three. He had two sisters and a brother, all younger than him, whereas I was an only child. He kept telling me how strict his parents were and that they punished someone almost every week. I remember some timeouts when young and a few groundings as a teenager but my punishments were seldom and far between.

After graduation, we both went to work at the same firm in Austin so we shared an apartment for six months before deciding to buy a house. We found an older four-bedroom home near the campus that was in good shape and selling for a price that we could afford. We thought about renting out the extra bedrooms if we ever needed additional cash since there were always plenty of students in Austin looking for a place like ours.

One evening several months after we moved into the house Brian asked me to join him in the den for a talk.

"Jim, I have something important to discuss with you. My oldest sister Ruth will be graduating from high school soon and wants to attend UT in the fall. She has a full scholarship and can certainly afford to stay in a dorm but I don't think she's mature enough to live on her own. I would like for her to move in with us so I can keep an eye on her."

Anne Takes Her Punishment
When I woke up this morning, my twenty-year-old bottom was so sore it was hard to get out of bed. Just walking to the bathroom was an exercise in agony. After showering, I returned to the bedroom I share with John McKnight. I examined my hiney in the full-length mirror and couldn't believe how red and purple my ass was. John, my lover and the owner of the West Texas ranch where I work, gave me one of the harshest spankings of my young life last night. And all because of a little money, weed, and X.

John has spanked me many times in the two years we've been together, both punishment spankings and sexually charged erotic spankings. A punishment spanking from him usually starts with me being stripped of my clothes and thrown over his lap. All spankings are on the bare and they usually begin and end with a hand spanking with one or more implements between. A hand spanking from John hurts as much as a paddle spanking from someone else because his hand is as hard as wood. I always try to count the swats but invariably lose track around forty or fifty because the growing pain fills my mind and erases all thoughts. The spanking goes on as I beg, "Ouch, isn't that enough, John? I'm so sorry for what I did. Please stop. I'll try to do better. Ouch, ouch, my butt is on fire."

I should know by now that nothing I say will have any effect on the spanking, but I can't stop myself from trying every time. I'm helpless and defenseless so my voice is the only way I can express myself. I'm always crying after the first minute of the spanking no matter how hard I try to hold back my tears. After pleading during the next few minutes, I eventually lose my breath from sobbing and become almost unable to speak.

Yesterday afternoon was no different. He gave me a hard hand spanking in his office while nude and over his knees until I could hardly breathe and went limp in his lap. There was no more begging or struggling as I gave up control of my body to him and just suffered his discipline. Finally, he stopped and began to rub my sore bottom. I realized the first part of my spanking was over and wondered what he had in store for me next.

"That's the beginning of your punishment spanking, Anne. Are you sure you want me to continue?" John asked.

"Yes, sir," I sobbed.

He continued to rub my behind until I was able to stop crying and compose myself. He then gave me fifteen minutes corner time while he talked on the phone. I was sure glad no one came to his office while I was showing by bare butt. When he hung up the phone, he commanded me to bend over the armrest of the couch.

My name is David and I live in South Texas on a ranch near the Rio Grande River. My cattle, oil, and real estate interests paid off handsomely over the years, so I no longer have to worry about money. I love women but am disillusioned with dating and marriage. Therefore, I came up with a solution that is not politically correct, but which fulfills my needs while helping poor girls with limited prospects.

I go across the river into Mexico and find a beautiful young woman living with poverty-stricken parents. I discuss what I want, and if the girl and her parents agree, I start the process. I get a work visa for the young woman, move her into my home, and start the procedure for getting her U.S. citizenship. I pay her a good salary, enough to send money back to her parents, but also to save for her future.

There is no contract so she is free to return home at any time. When she gets her U.S. citizenship, which usually takes two or three years, I help her find an apartment and a job in whatever city in Texas she chooses. I also give her a new car and a check for $25,000. In exchange for all of this, she keeps my house clean, does my laundry, cooks, and performs secretarial duties. In addition, she obeys me in all things, satisfies my sexual needs, and submits to my discipline.

Sonia started working for me today. She's nineteen years old, about 5'1" and probably weighs less than 100 pounds. She has beautiful light brown hair which has a natural wave, and which she wears shoulder length. She has soft brown eyes, a bright smile, small perky breasts, and a nicely rounded little ass. Her complexion is very fair because her mother is Anglo. Her trim petite body has curves in all the right places.

After I bring her across the border, I take her to see Emily, a doctor who's a friend of mine. We dated at one time but are just good friends now. When a nurse calls Sonia back to the exam area, I accompany her. She checks Sonia's weight, blood pressure, and temperature then draws blood and asks for a urine sample. The lab will do all the normal tests plus screen for aids, pregnancy, and drugs.

The nurse then escorts us to a private examination room where Emily soon joins us and listens to Sonia's heart and lungs, examines her eyes, looks in her ears, and asks her numerous questions concerning her health. When Emily finishes, she nods at me. I tell Sonia, "Take your clothes off for the rest of the examination."

She just stands there as if she didn't hear me.

I say to her, "Take your clothes off so Emily can continue your examination."

Slowly and awkwardly, she takes off her shoes, jeans, and top. She stands there in her bra and panties.

"Take all your clothes off," I command.

The Disobedient Wife
She could hardly believe she was standing in the corner like a naughty little girl waiting for a spanking! She hadn't been forced to do this since she had been a senior in high school and stayed out all night with her friends. That one had been warranted. At least she could understand why her parents had been so angry with her.

Like a typical teenager, she hadn't bothered to call and let them know where she was or that everything was all right. Of course they had blown a fuse when she came waltzing in at five in the morning without a care in the world. But by that time they had been waiting for her in the living room, feeling fairly certain that she was safe because they had called several other parents and they were all saying the same thing... that their son or daughter hadn't come home yet either.

Man, the second she walked in the door that morning her parents began lecturing her on how irresponsible she was and how worried they had been. Then she was paddled within an inch of her life and made to stand in the corner with her panties down by her ankles!

But even though the spanking was severe and hurt like the devil, she knew she had deserved it and hadn't tried to fight her parents. She had submissively accepted it and gotten on with things.

This time, however, she did not feel that same conviction. In fact she really had no idea as to why she was even there. She kept going over everything in her mind. It had all started that morning after taking her class to the lunchroom. Katie had hurried back to her classroom to make a quick phone call on her cell phone. It was way past time to have her hair colored so she was calling Maria to make an appointment. That's when she noticed she had a voice message from her husband. Smiling she had played back the message thinking how sweet it was for him to call her at school.

The smile quickly turned to a frown as she listened to the nasty message. His voice was thunderous as he told her that she was in trouble and she had better have her bottom in the corner with her panties pulled down when he got home or else! He hadn't even bothered telling her why she was supposedly in trouble.

So instead of calling Maria, Katie sat at her desk and brooded about Jeff's message. She tried calling him back but his secretary had told her he was in meetings all afternoon and wasn't able to take calls. So there she was, with no way to confront Jeff about why he was so angry. She was doomed to worry about the whole mess until he got home that night.

Katie tried keeping her mind busy and not worrying about the punishment that was looming ahead.

Chapter 1 - New Start
The hissing swish of the birch through the air seemed to fill the space between the whitewashed stone walls. It was a room devoid of furniture save for the large wooden block over which was bent the figure of a woman. Her knees were secured by a broad leather belt to a ledge while her arms were pulled forward, thrusting the bared buttocks into prominence. The rod in use was no untidy collection of twigs that might do duty as a broom, but a choice selection of slender switches reinforced with thin hazel wands and bound tight into a handle.

While the body jerked in response to each cut, there had been no sound beyond the sharp intake of breath when the lithe tips worried at spots of especially tenderised flesh. Before long, however, the instrument was used up in a mess of ragged ends with broken fragments scattered around the site of the action. Thus the chastiser put it to one side and reached for a replacement that had been pickling in a tub of brine and vinegar. When those substances found their way into raw abraded flash it would be with notably sharp effects. The birching was about to be taken to a new level.

What was happening on that July afternoon could not in any strict sense be described as punishment. That is what takes place when an offence is committed, the guilt of an individual is established and sentence is carried out. But this event was no sentence. Wrong doing was involved, certainly, in past thoughts and actions that had been admitted. The point of the exercise, though, was not in delivering retribution but to purge and absolve and move on. All through the cleansing power of ritual pain.

As an agent of such, there seemed to the community that had adopted it something peculiarly appropriate about the birch. Without the bruising power of cane or whip, its action felt to the recipient like a no less fearsome kind of flaying. As if the skin was being stripped away - agonisingly - to take with it the sins of a former life.

But the woman on the block was in no state to appreciate the finer points of her treatment. As stroke after stroke of the limber stems lashed their stinging wetness into raw flesh, stoicism was abandoned. Cynthia moaned, whimpered and shrieked by turns as the young Andrea strained to keep her grip fast on the victim's wrists.

At last it was over and the second tattered bundle cast aside. Andrea helped the birched woman to her feet where she faced her tormentor. The official of the remote community, duty done, touched her shoulder and Cynthia managed to bow her head in submission to it.

"Thank you, councillor."

"You did well. And welcome to your place with us, sensei. You will go forth and teach what you know." She bowed her head too then took her leave. "You are in the good hands of our member."

The Diet Plan
Mick rolled over in bed and placed his arm around the waist of his wife sleeping beside him. As he made contact with her skin he began to think of how wonderful her body was, the smooth skin, her curves in all the right places. As he stroked her stomach, he felt no bulges or love handles on her sides. It was a pleasure to feel and a beautiful sight to see, especially when she only had her silky lingerie on.

He thought back to the previous few months. Carol, or Tinkerbell as he affectionately called her, had told him about needing motivation to stick to her diet. The pictures in their photo album, they had pulled out in view of their upcoming anniversary had shown a much thinner lady and she wanted to get back to what she was when they were first married.

They discussed many things but in the end Tinkerbell smiled and jumped on his lap while telling him she had the perfect motivation plan already in mind. The plan in itself was simple enough, she was required to lose two pounds a week, and every Friday morning her scale would show whether or not she had been successful. If she had not lost the pounds, she would be squirming and kicking over his knee while her bare bottom was warmed up by his hand that evening.

The other side of the motivation was not what he expected. If she was successful in losing the two pounds per week, then he would be over her lap that night for a spanking, given with her hand and a ping-pong paddle she constantly kept by the bed. Mick wondered why he should be spanked for her success, but with her sitting on his lap kissing his neck and looking into his eyes while pleading just a little, he agreed to the plan. After all, how many weeks would she actually succeed?

The first Friday Tinkerbell ended up over his knee for a spanking was one she did not forget all weekend. He made her squirm and kick and by the time he sat her up to cuddle her on his knee, her bottom stung for the next hour. She loved the way he held her and stroked her hair in order to stop her tears as she sat bare bottom on his lap. Kissing her cheeks and wiping away the tears made her connect with him in a strong emotional bond. It was energizing to them as individuals and to their soon to be thirty-three years of marriage.

The second Friday she was giddy all day. She had lost almost three pounds and it was his turn over her lap. Carol smiled all day as she waited for him to get back from work, because she intended turning his bottom a bright red.

"Hey Tinkerbell, what about going to a movie tonight?" he asked shortly after they had finished washing up the supper dishes and the nightly news was over.