Juvenile, Knackers and Leather

The next day, Carla and Sammi were in the office working on the shoot for the Bryson Motors campaign when raised voices disturbed their concentration. They tried to ignore the commotion, and almost succeeded, until the shouting turned to shrieks and then the distinctive sound of a palm striking bare flesh. The pair looked at each other, dropped what they were doing and dashed outside.

The sight before them stopped them in their tracks. Dominic had Jo across his knees. He had her skirt up and knickers down, and he was spanking her bare bottom vigorously. Jo was kicking and bucking, screaming at him at the top of her voice, “Stop you fucking moron! If you don’t stop fucking smacking me I will rip your knackers off and shove them down your throat OWWWW!!” (more…)

Spanking Wishes


I really wanted spanking, but I knew not what to do

My Albert, he was lovely, but he didn’t have a clue

I tried just being naughty, and acting like a brat

He said to me amusedly, “you’re worse than having a cat”

I burnt his favourite shirt when ironing one night

He said, “No mind my dear. It was getting rather tight”

One day I didn’t cook for him. I just lay all day in bed

He got home feeling peckish – and got pizza in instead

One time I went out shopping, spending far too much on clothes

Albert smiled and shook his head. “It’s in your genes, I suppose”

So I took it one step further. I took my brush and said

“Please use this to correct me”. He simply brushed my head.

I bought a belt for him to use upon my womanly cheeks

He looped it though his pants and said, “I’ve been needing one for weeks”

A riding crop, a bamboo cane, a ruler – I bought him all these things

And yet he didn’t take the hint, to make my bottom sting

One day, when subtlety was done, I bared my butt and said

“If you don’t spank me hard right now, that’s it – we’re through. You’re dead!”

Albert stood, his mouth agape, he knew not what to say

I climbed up on the duvet and bent, as if to pray

My bum was high, my knees were spread. I screamed, “Do it now, you prick!”

“For if you leave me wanting, I’ll boil your frigging dick!”

“Oh Anne”, said he, “I can’t have this, your being very crude”

“Your bum up high, your parts exposed, now this is very rude”

“You’ve asked for this, and now you’ll pay. Your bottom it will smart”

“Just remember that you asked for this. I’m not stopping once I start”

Bert gathered all the items I had bought to inflict pain

The brush and ruler, crop and belt, and yes, he got the cane

He used each item thoroughly, and reddened up my cheeks

I screamed and bellowed, ‘Stop, I beg – I won’t sit down for weeks”

“Oh no”, said he,” I will not stop. You asked for this, alright?”

“Now hush and take your punishment. I’ll spank you well tonight”

“In fact I think I’ll spank you daily, before I venture out”

“To keep you on the proper track as a dutiful little spouse”

It’s been a month. My bottom burns. I can’t pull up my pants

For every day, and every night, Albert makes my bottom dance

I wish I hadn’t pushed him into spanking my behind

Instead, I should have spanked him for being friggin’ blind

I could have had him on his knees, and caned his little tush

Instead it’s me with a sore bum. Oh shoot, I’m such a klutz!

Toby’s Tale


Poor Toby had a problem,

He knew not what to do.

Despite his best endeavours,

He didn’t have a clue.


See, Toby’s little secret,

The thing he held so dear,

Was that he craved a spanking,

And a red and painful rear.


But Toby was a lonely lad,

He knew no willing lass,

To whom he could turn, openly,

And ask to spank his ass.


He tried to spank himself one day,

With a paddle, and a shoe.

He whaled away with vigour,

‘Til his bum was black and blue.


This satisfied him somewhat,

But not the whole degree.

A lady’s touch was called for,

To set his pleasure free.


Technology released him,

From his poor, forsaken state.

When through his cyber-searching,

Came forth his perfect mate.


Suzie came on Tuesday,

She yanked his undies down.

And took him over bended knee,

Then wrapped her arm around.


She pulled her arm back sharply,

Her first spank hard and true,

Toby jerked and bucked unwittingly,

And gave Suzie the brown eye view.


Not one to take things lightly,

She set about his naked buns.

With hairbrush, hand and ruler,

‘Til his cheeks were red as plums.


And though she had him blubbing,

She spanked his bottom still.

She whupped him with a rattan cane,

Until she knew he’d had his fill.


Poor Toby couldn’t sit all week,

He had to stand to eat.

His poor bruised bottom smarted,

If he lowered it to a seat.


Yet once his bum was healthy,

His urges rose again.

His bottom tingled daily,

At the thought of exquisite pain.


And so he dialled the number,

And called dear Suzie’s home.

So now they meet up weekly,

And chat daily, on the phone.


Toby’s bum is glowing now,

More often than it’s not.

And he is most enchanted,

So grateful for his lot.


Chef School – roasted rumps

“Annie! Annie! Get over here!” The call came from Chef Michael and was not the sort of command to be ignored. Annie sheepishly peered round the door of the walk-in freezer.

“ W –what can I do for you, Chef?” she stammered.

“Get your skinny little arse over her right now.” Annie hung her head and walked across the kitchen floor. As she approached Chef she saw he was holding a plated meal in his right hand.

“You do know the difference between a medium steak and a rare steak, don’t you?” snapped the Chef, as he picked the meat off the plate and waved it in her face. “Rare makes for a tender bite. Medium is tough and unyielding. You do know who just sent back this steak? Only the food critic for the Daily Grind.”

Annie could not help flipping back a smart reply. “If we had steak that was well tenderized and good quality, it wouldn’t be tough no matter how we cooked it.”

Chef Michael exploded at this comment. He grabbed Annie and pulled her firmly to him. “I’ll show you what well tenderized looks like, and I’ll show you what a rare steak should look like if you cooked it properly. In fact, I think I’ll show everyone.”

Chef stuck his fingers in his mouth and emitted a shrill whistle. The kitchen staff all looked up. “Everyone, over here. I’ve got a special lesson to teach you all with Annie as my star pupil.”

With everyone gathered, and Annie held firmly by her upper arm, Chef announced his plans to the team.

“It seems Annie does not understand about handling quality meat, so I’m about to show her how a tenderized steak should feel. I am also going to show her how a rare steak should look. You all get to benefit from her lesson.” With that, Chef spun Annie around and swiftly bent her over the stainless steel countertop. He then reached around and undid the drawstring waist of Annie’s whites. He yanked her pants to the ground. Annie’s pert bottom was presented to the ogling kitchen staff.

“First things first, remove all packaging” instructed Chef. He reached forward and yanked down Annie’s white cotton knickers, leaving her bare and fully exposed to her kitchen colleagues. “Now, we need to test the quality of the meat.” With that, Chef grabbed her buttocks and squeezed the firm flesh until Annie squealed. He then pulled her buttocks apart revealing her secret brown hole. Her neat pussy was also clearly on show to the group of male and female students. Chef squeezed and mauled Annie’s cheeks, fingers deep into her buttock cleft. Several times he brushed her pussy lips, causing her to groan in despair of her predicament.

“Okay, so we clearly have some tough meat here that would benefit from a little tenderizing.” Chef Michael pulled back his hand and delivered a sharp smack to Annie’s firm right cheek. Annie yelped and tried to pull away but Chef held her firm with a hand in the small of her back. He looked with satisfaction at the red hand print he had left on the white buttock flesh. He moved to the other side and delivered another hard smack to her left cheek, leaving her with a perfect pair of palm prints on her posterior.

“Now, who can tell me what colour a medium steak should be?”

Melissa’s hand shot up. She was always first to answer any question, “Pink in the centre, Chef.”

“Very good, Melissa. Please step up here.”

Melissa stepped sheepishly forward and stood looking down at Annie’s bum. Chef spoke to her again. “Now Melissa, as you’re so knowledgeable, why don’t you show us all what a properly cooked medium steak should look like?” The girl looked confused. Chef Michael put his face an inch from Melissa’s. His voice was a whisper. “If you would rather I used your arse to show everyone what a medium steak looks like, carry on,” he snarled. “Otherwise, show me what a medium steak looks like, using the piece of meat I’ve tenderized for you.”

Melissa looked helplessly from Chef Michael to Annie’s naked cheeks. She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t really want to spank her friend, but equally she didn’t want to put herself in the same predicament. Half heartedly, she slapped her friend’s bare cheek. Chef Michael was not having any further insubordination. “If you can’t follow instructions, someone else can. With you as the model,” Chef flipped Melissa down alongside her friend, and quickly exposed her rump, displaying two perfect pairs of buttocks to the admiring but nervous group of young chefs.

“One medium steak, coming up.” Chef rained down a rapid fire series of slaps to Melissa’s right cheek, leaving the left unmarked. In no time, her bum shone pinkly on the right. “There, that is what a medium steak looks like.” Chef looked at the group. “Sarah, would you please show me a medium steak using Annie as your model?”

Sarah stepped forward with a gleam in her eye. She was a bigger girl, and she had been envious of the pretty pair in front of her now. They were always flirting with Chef and the men in the team. She stepped forward and gave Annie a half dozen hard smacks, covering her right cheek with blotchy finger marks.

“No, no, you need to be firm AND gentle. Like this.” Chef repeated his lesson on Annie’s left cheek, leaving her with a smoothly pink cheek alongside the blotched and red right cheek. Annie sniveled and squeezed her bum cheeks in an attempt to diffuse the sting.

‘Now, try again on Melissa, and make sure you get it right this time, or we will have another practice subject to work on, and your butt will need a fair amount of tenderizing, I can tell.” Chef whacked Sarah through her whites. She stepped forward with some trepidation, and delivered a dozen or more firm smacks to Melissa’s left cheek, covering the whole surface of buttock from thigh to the top of her arse crease. She stepped back and admired her handiwork. Melissa’s left cheek shone pinkly and matched the right perfectly. Melissa and Annie now displayed four red cheeks to the group.

“Excellent work!” Chef placed his hands on Annie’s buttocks and held the cheeks apart, showing her wrinkled brown hole and pussy to the group. Her labia now hung slightly open, the excitement evident in the glistening folds. “See how a little tenderizing gives us such a nice juicy centre?” Chef held Annie’s cheeks firmly, pulling her up on her toes and exposing her sweet pussy to the group. Annie felt herself growing more excited and moaned in embarrassment and frustration.

Chef dipped a finger and dragged it along Annie’s slit to wet it. He then forced his moistened finger into Annie’s bottom hole. She shrieked at the invasion. Chef laughed and continued his probing. “This meat is definitely ready for some rub-in seasoning.” Chef released Annie and moved over to Melissa.  “I’ll just let Annie’s steaks rest for now and we will prepare this other steak as a nice rare piece of sirloin.”

Chef grasped Melissa firmly round her waist and delivered a cascade of slaps across the entire surface of her bouncing buttocks. Each smack was delivered with precision, so that he covered her entire naked rear evenly and raising the pink hue to a deeper shade of red. Melissa squealed and squirmed with the pain and shame.

“Medium Rare,” called Chef above Melissa’s cries. “See how we’ve got that deeper red at the centre? Now on to a rare steak throughout.” Chef continued to rain down smack after searing smack. Melissa’s bum felt as if she had sat on the skillet directly.

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