A collection of five erotic stories with mixed spanking themes.
Learning her Lesson by Chloe Devlin
Lodging under Mr Jenkins’ roof means abiding by certain rules. When Debbie stays out late at a party, only to be caught trying to sneak back into the house, she knows she’s broken two of those rules. And Mr Jenkins is determined to make sure she learns the importance of obedience, as well as initiating her into the pleasure only an experienced disciplinarian can give.
Sole Indiscretion by Elizabeth Coldwell
If there’s one thing Professor Dobinson hates, it’s flip-flops. Forbidden from wearing them in his presence, Louise does her best to follow his rule, until the night she stays over with her boyfriend and doesn’t have time to change before work. That’s when she discovers there’s more than one use for her flimsy, unsuitable footwear...
Merrilee Swings by Eleanor Powell
Merrilee wishes to expand her circle of spanking friends, and a swinging website seems the best way to do it. Then her friends, Bob and Sue, come round for dinner, only to catch her with her pants down – literally – and soon her wish is coming true much faster than she could have ever hoped.
Imagine by Beverly Langland
Beautiful, submissive recording artist Suzie promised her boyfriend she’d do anything he wanted to celebrate his birthday. Her shameless behaviour in an expensive restaurant was all the excuse he needed to give her a thorough spanking. At the urging of her sound engineer, Gina, she describes the encounter in deliciously explicit detail, revealing to Gina the true delights of aural sex.
Him by Cyanne
He turns her on more than anyone ever has, but the fact he’s married means they can only meet for secret, infrequent assignations. For him, she plays the Gothic vamp, wild and wanton, the woman his wife will never be. And in their seedy hotel room, she submits to his every desire, letting him bare her bottom so he can stripe his belt across it...
These stories have also been published in Naughty Spanking Three ISBN 9781906373702
The click of the door sounded louder in the quiet room than it actually was. Debbie knew that the sound meant she was caught. And that she would be punished.
The Jenkins had told her their rules when she’d moved in at the start of her last semester in college. Staying out too late was a major no-no. And sneaking in was an even bigger one.
She pulled herself the rest of the way through the window into her room. As she stood up, a light flashed on, revealing Mr Jenkins standing in the doorway to her bedroom. He had a wooden instrument in his hand, kind of like a fraternity paddle.
“Where have you been, Debbie?” His deep voice sent shivers through her. So far she’d behaved well enough to escape punishment, although she’d heard the cries of some of the others when they misbehaved. Although no one would tell her exactly what happened behind closed doors, they always had a sparkle in their eyes the next day when talking about it. A spurt of excitement shot through her at the thought that she’d finally discover all those secrets.
“At a party, Mr Jenkins.” Her voice quavered, despite trying to keep it steady. “I’m sorry I’m late.”
He tapped the harsh wood against the palm of one hand. “I’m sorry, too, Debbie. You know you broke the rules.”
She nodded, her heart starting to pound.
“Then you know you must be punished.” The words slid against her skin like silk, arousing every nerve ending.
She shivered again, but didn’t say a word as he locked the door behind him, his body a menacing presence. She knew he’d never seriously hurt her, but she also knew that she wouldn’t escape punishment. She trembled as he walked over to her, but by clenching her fists, she managed to stay put when he reached out a hand to touch her shoulder.
“Take this off,” he said, fingering the cotton material of her shirt.
She stared at him, wide-eyed. Did he really say what she thought? Was this really going to happen?
“You heard me,” he said. “I want you to take off your blouse and skirt.” He whacked the wooden paddle against his denim-clad thigh, the sound reverberating in the room. “Now!”
Feeling self-conscious, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and drew it off her shoulders and arms. Then she unfastened her long, flowery skirt and let it drop to the floor. Thinking she might meet up with Ricky, she’d worn her nicest undies – her garter belt and stockings with matching bra and thong.
“The bra and thong, too,” he said. “But leave the rest on.”
Wondering what on earth was going on, she reached behind her and unsnapped the tiny hook holding her bra closed. It fell forward on her arms, letting her small breasts poke free. In the cool air of the room, her nipples puckered invitingly. But she also knew it wasn’t entirely the cold that made them do that – it was also a deep-seated excitement that was building in her belly.
