Don Barton Spanking Tales, Book 1

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When she went to catch the bus now, it was wiggle of a young woman. Even the man with the bowler hat who sat in the same seat every day started to smile, and greet her with a tipping of the hat. She had no idea that he began to see her differently, she just assumed it was cordial familiarity with a regular person he saw on the bus. That was enough motivation. I tried to press my chest into the table to stay still. Lisa just kept at it and I was finally out of control, sobbing, tears and snot running down my face. Finally she stopped, and I started to get up.

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Debby grabbed my arm and said “let’s go” in a tone I knew well. She took me to a guest room upstairs and said “strip”. I know better than to argue but I was getting quite excited, I knew she was going to spank me in a stranger’s room like and it was a strange feeling. His conviction carried to her ears, and she smiled from her heart. Her small soft hand, firm in his grasp, he pointed at the signature of her naked curves imprinted on their soaring glass. He softly uttered “I promise to be more respectful . . I . . . I really love, you . . ., and I am really sorry . . . Ma’am.” My wife began spanking me two years ago. She had asked me twice to wash the dishes. I kept repeating: “In a minute dear,” but kept loafing in bed reading sports magazines. Finally, my wife silently entered the bedroom in her soft flowery nightgown and got into bed. As we both nodded off, we began to cuddle. She is so beautiful. I love her hips and her bottom and her auburn eyes. I was almost asleep when I thought she murmured, “There will be a new regime tomorrow morning. We’re going to discuss your not helping enough and then I’m going to discipline you. This woke me up. I wondered if she’d put me over her lovely, maternal lap and spank me. If she did I would be easily overpowered because I’m smaller than her. “But…” I turned to her, but she was fast asleep.Jeez, I did exactly what you told me to. Why can’t you ever be satisfied? Maybe you should say ‘Thanks, Steve, for doing my banking.’ Or do it yourself.” Well Mike, you can either take a spanking from me, now; or when we go to your mom’s place this weekend she will pull down your pants and spank you in front of me.” Without doubt there would be a degree of jealousy from some with troublesome daughters too, and even though she would never admit it, that gave her satisfaction too!

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I just returned from Blogher. This annual writing conference ,focusing on women's contribution to the web, took place in San Francisco. I had a blast. I adored the panels, networking and the free corporate swag, but the highlight of the trip was hanging out with the girls. Have you a guilty conscience?’ Have you a need? An itch that needs to be scratched?’ Would physical chastisement help?’ A formidable no nonsense women. Her standing in the community was the fuel that drove her on. At Christmas she probably had to do without, to provide a lovely Christmas for her daughter. She was the woman you went to to get something done, Tombolas, Raffles, Carol Concerts to name a few. In short, she was a very much loved and respected member of the village community.

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Samantha was in blue jeans and her Eddie Bauer flannel shirt, and she started cupping and stroking my hot cheeks with her graceful fingers. Mark," she said, drawing him towards her. "I promise to bend in strict obedience, no matter my mood. I've granted you complete authority to punish me and require myself to obey."

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A poor crying Karen thought it was over, but Mummy was reaching for the slipper. Karen looked to the mirror and saw it, she looked over her shoulder, up to meet her Mummy’s eyes. I opened the door for Sandra; She’s a very attractive woman, about forty. You could tell that she was a little nervous meeting me and seemed in general to be a little bit “mousy.” Debby had asked me to grill some salmon for lunch but after it was done I stayed outside doing some yard work so the girls could talk. I wasn’t trying to listen but I could hear at one point that Sandra was crying softly, a little later there was some mischievous laughter from both ladies. She shivered as he returned, carrying their white oak punishment paddle. Six smooth holes drilled through it increased its speed, boosting its pain delivery. His promise powering her, she hung on his next words. The rest of that afternoon reverted to normal, with no further talk of birthdays or spankings. We ended up in my bedroom, as we often did these days, and my performance, if I do say so myself, was well above average. She held herself still. The paddle crashed into her bare bottom, forcing a wave of throbbing pain as her stinging skin sizzled. Proud to take it bare, her sex swept pleasure towards her pain. The paddle blasted her butt, its broad expanse overlapping previous swats. Absorbing the heavy impacts she deserved, she gasped as pain surge through her bottom.Murmurs and a few stifled giggles ran around the room. Every girl knew what that meant. So too did the teachers. Naughtiness can be found in many places, each with a miriad of nooks, crannies, and corners to explore. Such as ‘Vintage Fairs.’ , which I frequent often. I deal with curios, antiques and collectibles, when not spanking. I have a secret area, where people who know, ask…”er, hmmm, got anything interesting?” Lowering her in his powerful arms, he lay her on their dark cherry wood floor. Tiny repeated ripples stole her conscience sex as he settled beside her.

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At first, I did not realize I was no longer alone. When I became aware of more than the stew, my sister, mom, my Aunt Beth, and Samantha all yelled, “Surprise!” I almost dropped the hot lid of the pot on my foot. Holding their discipline strap, his authority swamped her in respect. Her sunny disposition had been absent since she'd woken. Angry at her personal deficiency, she'd failed to snap out of it. He should beat her. She must be excellent company tonight. His deal relied on her. Good boy. I want to hear you cry. I want you to become innocent as a baby and dependent under my discipline and care. Then I want to spank you some more. I’m going to spank my authority into your sweet, round bottom. Now, hold very still, sweetie. Can you show mommy how good you can be?” She'd warned him her period was approaching. It wasn't an excuse. Life and business continued. She appreciated his decision. She deserved this beating. Needed it. Her constant delivery of pain ceased. We are Mike. This isn’t for sex. I was talking with your mom. I told her all about your issues and she wasn’t surprised. She said that when you messed up and didn’t meet your commitments she would take down your pants and spank you.”She pressed her bare feet onto the floor to keep still. She needed her hurt to atone. The paddle punched blazing pain, meeting honest repentance. She panted, determined to respect her punishment. Instantly Debby was beside me laying in with all her might. We were all getting spanked simultaneously! I was still reeling when the next women came to me and Debby went on to the next guy. By the time the third lady was taking her turn I had lost all self control and was whimpering and moaning, all the other guys were in the same boat and that just seemed to encourage the ladies efforts. When all the ladies had their turn we The next day I called the local newspaper with an ad that the ladies had written the previous night. It read, Predicting your mood was a constant gamble. Our evening might have gone wrong if I hadn't strapped you."