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Caught daydreaming again, instead of getting on with her work in detention, Kirsty knew she was going to experience her first ever slippering.
PE teacher Mr Price was supervising detention, and he was a firm believer in strict painful consequences for anyone stepping out of line.
“Kirsty Brownlow”
“Yes, Sir?”
“You have been given work to do during your after school detention, is that the case?”
“Yes, Sir”
“But, you were just staring into space, and doing little else.”
“Yes, Sir”
“I am sure you are aware that failing to do your work in detention will result in you receiving corporal punishment.”
“Yes, Sir. I am sorry Sir”
“You will be very sorry before long girl. Now stand up and bend yourself over the desk.”
“Yes Sir. You slippered two of my friends last term. Pippa Wright and Debbie Smith were fooling around in detention and you slippered them both with six hard whacks. You really hurt them Sir, and they still talk about how horrible it was. You are a big strong man Sir, and six with the slipper is too many for girls.”
“Well, Kirsty. You will soon have a clear opinion on the severity of six scorching smacks with the plimsoll. Now do as I asked and bend over the desk, before you make matters ever worse for yourself.”
The seventeen year old girl knew that further words were pointless and positioned herself across the desk for her first ever experience of corporal punishment.
She felt her skirt being lifted and her knickers being quickly pulled down.
“Stay in that position and this will soon be over Kirsty. Scream as much as you want, but stay in position, and no swearing.”
“I’ll try Sir, I really will”
Mr Price took two steps back and then skipped forward crashing the rubber soled plimsoll down onto the athletic white target before him. He watched as her buttocks changed in colour to pink, red and then a bruised purple colour. Meanwhile Kirsty was yelling out loud and tears were already flowing down her crunched up face.
Kirsty had expected pain, a lot of pain, but nothing could have prepared her for the agony of that first stroke.
Still not recomposed, but back in position, was the cue for Mr Price to deliver the second accurate stroke. Aiming at the left buttock he knew Kirsty’s whole bottom would suffer from the impact as she was so slim. A chunkier girl or boy may only get a one and a half buttock coverage from the size nine plimsoll. Once when slippering a particularly big girl named Nicola Butterworth he had barely made any contact with her right cheek, with the left side of her bottom taking the full impact of the four full force whacks he had administered.
Twisting and dipping as her knees gave way after every whack, Kirsty knew she only had one to go. “Come on, come on, be brave” she told herself, as she clenched her fists and buttocks in anticipation of the final whack.
Mr Price was impressed with how well Kirsty had taken the punishment so far. He took two steps back and then delayed his approach for a few seconds. Then with additional speed he skipped forward and with an even greater backswing he brought the rubber plimsoll down on the already bruised bottom. Kirsty howled loudly over and over, experiencing a further level of agony than she had previously.
Satisfied that he had done his job well, Mr Price ordered Kirsty to pull up her knickers, and to adjust her skirt. She eagerly followed the instructions and still feeling quite shaky she needed to hold onto the desk for support.
“I know that hurt girl, but you took it well. Now it is over do you still think six whacks is too many for a girl?”
“Well Sir. I cannot describe the intense pain after ever smack, and I am still in pain, and I’m sure I will be very sore for days. But, it didn’t kill me Sir, did it.” Kirsty managed a smile and it was met by one from Mr Price.
“Sir”
“Yes, Kirsty?”
“Is the cane really worse than what I just had?”
“Do all you can to avoid finding out Kirsty, and if you do find yourself being beaten with a cane make sure it is not me thrashing you with it. I don’t just give the hardest slipperings in this school, I also have the reputation for dishing out the most severe canings.
“I bet you do Sir. I certainly never want you putting any stripes across my bottom with a cane, and getting six strokes makes me feel ill. You gave Harriet Lovett six of the best last term when The Headmaster was away on a course Sir. She showed us her bottom the next day in the showers. Horrible bruised stripes and raised flesh. Miss Raynard spotted her showing us, and immediately pulled her out of the showers and gave her a sound spanking with her hand on her wet bottom.
“So you won’t be showing your bottom off to your friends then Kirsty”
“Not in the showers I won’t no, Sir. My bottom is sore enough already”
They smiled at each other again.
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10 Erotic Spanking Stories That Every Naughty Girl Will Love
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By Liza Walter — Written on May 14, 2021
We’ve all heard of "50 Shades of Grey." When the trilogy and movies were popular, it made BDSM, spanking, and sex, in general, a pop-culture phenomenon.
No longer were we embarrassed to talk about our kinky side, but stay-at-home mothers and businesswomen alike spoke about how they dreamt of meeting their own Christian Grey .
Spanking can be something fun and flirty or go as far as severe and painful. Some people find pleasure in pain , and there’s no shame in that. Many even consider the sting of the spank an aphrodisiac. 
In the Kama Sutra, which people basically use as a how-to on tantric sex, there’s a whole list of different positions just for spanking. So you can get your freak on every night and never get bored!
But if you need some inspiration, here are excerpts from 10 short erotic spanking stories that will make you itch for the flogging. Naughty girls, enjoy! *wink*
"Smack! Smack! Smack! Three blows in quick succession and while they weren't painful, they surprised me, which was why I reacted the way I did, calling out in shock and surprise. I heard him chuckle from where he stood behind me and I could sense that he was smiling, loving this.
I was on my stomach, my hands tied to the bed frame with one of my many scarves, the soft material feeling comforting yet ominous at the same time. I flinched when he rubbed a gentle hand over the sensitive area where he had spanked me. It was his mixture of both gentle and rough, pleasure and pain that kept me on my toes and kept me guessing. It was something I loved about him.
Gently he continued to rub over my a** with a gentle palm, and I relented slightly and relaxed. That was a bad idea on my part. As soon as I relaxed he spanked me. Smack! I swore underneath my breath and he laughed loudly from behind me.
I couldn't deny how arousing this was to me though, and he knew this. He ran two fingers up and down my slit , teasing me, feeling how wet and turned on I was by all of this. He rubbed the two fingers over my a**, over the red area from where he had spanked me. Smack! He spanked me again, my a** stinging and feeling slightly sticky." 
Read the full erotic story: Your A** Is Mine
"Not once did the paddle stop. Dr. Derrier's warning of pausing must have either been a psychological trick to torment the girl, or he discovered he was more fit than he expected, and no rest was needed.
On and on the paddling went. Thirty strokes, 35, 40, 45. Fifi's a** was red, then scarlet, then crimson, then purple. Still the paddle didn't stop. Every blow nearly knocked the poor girl over, but the paddle didn't care.
Fifi was sobbing now, her body collapsed across the sofa arm. She no longer cared about anything except the end of her punishment. Her a** moved without her will, now, jiggling with fear and pain even when the paddle wasn't striking.
At 50, she screamed and moaned loudly, arching her back, every part of her pleading for mercy. But no quarter was given. The last 10 were harder than ever, walloping the tender lower portion of her buttocks and the tops of her thighs. The pain must have been spectacular but Fifi didn't even react. She was in another world, panting and weeping."
Read the full erotic story: Lecture Punishment
"I was naked, lying on the padded bench. A heavy leather sash wrapped around my waist and held me in position. Wrist cuffs were attached to the top of the bench. Ankle cuffs held my feet wide apart and unable to move. I'd never felt so vulnerable in my life. It was exhilarating. It was terrifying.
Behind me, Gary was calibrating the arm, making sure the angle of descent would connect with my buttocks. I prayed it would be accurate: I'd hate to have a stroke hit me too high.
'Gary, we don't have to do this! You win. I believe you that it works.'
'Of course, dear,' he said absent-mindedly, still busy with his settings.
S***! Why had I argued with him? I'd told him he'd wasted $500 and the thing would never work. Now I was about to find out how wrong I was."
Read the full erotic story: Settling the Argument
"She turned to the couch and placed her hands on the arm, bending forward. Dave placed his hand on her a**, rubbing it lightly. The feeling was gentle and sensual, and she relaxed. The first slaps were light on her skin, merely taps and teases. She relaxed further and let her mind float along the sensations.
Mia did not register that the strikes were harder until the first jolt of pain moved through her body, sliding along her nerves, up her spine, and to her mind, shooting through the sensual haze that filled her.
The sound of flesh striking flesh pierced her ears and the shock of a harder strike moved through her body. Dave alternated between her a** cheeks, each strike sharper, harder, and faster than the one before it.
Her body shivered with each strike as her mind swam in the pain of each strike, sharp, warm, and hard. The feeling of his palm striking her skin made the warmth between her legs soar and she wanted more, evermore. The increase in pain only brought it on more, and her arousal only made her a** more sensitive."
Read the full erotic story: Spank Me
"Almost before she could regain her breath, the fourth landed in her crease making Katie cry out loudly as she struggled with the ‘oh so sharp’ pain. She was whimpering and gasping all the time now, her marvelous bottom making constant adjustments.
James worked his way up her bottom trying not to land any strokes on top of previous ones as he did not want to be unnecessarily severe. There was hardly any space for the final one which he resolved to make hard and low. He did so and it resulted in a sharp scream from Katie as it had found the area just below the overhang, for the second time!
Her curiosity about the cane has been well and truly satisfied and she certainly felt no need to rise to her feet and thus incur extra strokes!
'You may get up when you are ready,' said James.
Katie gingerly unlocked herself from the position she had to adapt and stood up. Writhing and twisting, she stamped her feet and did a little dance to try and dissipate the fiery pain. She could not bear to rub her sore bottom but gained some relief from cradling both cheeks and gently nursing them."
Read the full erotic story: The Doctor's Wife
"Without waiting for any permission Lindsay lent forward and lifted up the hem of Ms. Brown's dress. She then put her thumbs inside the elastic of her knickers and looking up yanked them down. 'Step out of them,' Lindsay ordered.
Ms. Brown winced as he stepped out of her knickers and watched Lindsay put them on the table. She also looked at Lindsay’s lap and saw that the hem of her dress had risen right up and that her thighs were almost completely bare. She had a pang of memory again when she recalled that she had also had feelings for Lindsay.
She had only been 16 years old at the time but she found her a very friendly young lady who worked hard and was sweet-natured. She remembered being unable to control her anger at the time but after spanking and caning her she did have regrets. She wanted to say sorry so many times but just could not bring herself to do it. Now she was looking down at Lindsay's bare thighs and saw that she was quite the young woman. In fact, she was now someone that she quite fancied.
Ms. Brown had mixed feelings of dread of being punished but also feelings of remorse for what she had done and now feelings of passion as well as she looked at the angry young woman sitting on the chair. She knew that she had to hand over control to Lindsay."
Read the full erotic story: The Ex-Student's Revenge
"I feel your hand now start to lightly stroke my a**, from my back down to my knees, your fingers gently trail. I sigh.
Then from nowhere your hand lands SMACK on my a**. I gasp, another smack falls. Not so hard at first, just shock making me gasp, but getting harder as you rain blows all the way from the top of my a** down my legs to my knees.
Harder and harder, tears stinging my eyes now. Light stingy slaps and deep heavy thuds. The heavy thuds, on that sweet spot between a** and thigh, make me squeal, and drip, the most.
Every now and again, you pause and stroke me lightly and tenderly, and this makes me moan loudly. Especially when your fingers trail between my legs and slip on the wetness gathered there.
When your fingers reach my clit, I buck and squirm in your lap, and know you are enjoying this as much as me when I feel how hard you are. Your fingers tease and pinch my clit, and when you remove them my body tries to follow you of its own accord. You slide a wet finger into my a**, in and out, exquisitely slowly, until I groan and grind my clit against your leg.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK again, your hand spanking hard and fast now, until I am really crying, both from the pain and from frustration. Tears run off my cheeks.
Your hand which was holding my head up, moves to my back and wraps around me to hold me down and stop me wriggling off your lap.
Oh God, I need you so much now. I am wondering how this will end."
Read the full erotic story: A Spanking
"James brought the shaft of the whip down across Maria's upraised bottom. Her cry was muffled by the teddy bear.
James gave her a stroke every few seconds, each stroke leaving a faint red line across her buttocks. Maria tried to think about the things that she had done to earn herself a spanking, but as the whip burned across her bottom all she could think about was how much it hurt.
Soon she as crying softly into the terrycloth of her bear. James gave her a stroke near the lower curve of her bottom, where the tender skin was sore from the paddling he had given her. She pressed her thighs together, clenching her buttocks, squirming as the fire of the whip stroke burned across her bottom.
'You know better than that, love,' James reminded her. 'You've just earned yourself another two strokes.'
Maria moved back to the center of the pillows, her thighs together, her hips pressed down.
'Thighs spread and get that bottom up,' James ordered.
'Good girl,' James told her when Maria had complied. 'Now keep that bottom nice and high for me.'
James brought the whip down across Maria's upraised bottom. She cried out again but managed to stay in position, pushing her bottom up, offering it for the whip. She managed to stay in position for another six strokes when James gave her another hard stroke across the lower curve of her bottom."
Read the full erotic story: Confession
"Shelby was in agony. Her buttocks stung slightly but it wasn't enough. Her sex was so hungry she wished he would whip her mercilessly until the pain blotted out the unsatisfied desire of her sex. She got her wish.
The first blow was on the side of her left breast and she screamed in shock. Then the right breast was struck and she was sobbing. The crop began spanking each breast in turns, striking the sides, then from below, and then the hyper-sensitive nipples. The blows were not hard. In fact, they were very mild. But the sensation was electrifying on Shelby's tender breasts.
Then the crop returned to her buttocks and Shelby got what she had wanted. A hard series of strokes left her bottom covered with dozens of tiny red welts, each pulsing and throbbing independently. The thin sheaf of leather struck her thighs and calves, leaving her legs tingling with sensations.
She groaned and cried and begged but Andrew was a rock. He showed no mercy."
Read the full erotic story: The Affair
Feeling the thong go further into my a** as it was stretched by me bending over the bed. My face pressed into the mattress without my hands to support me and hold me up.
He ran his hand over my exposed a**, caressing it and sending chills down my spine. Then it hit me. It took a minute for the pleasure to take over after the initial sting of the leash. It was his favorite toy to use to turn my a** red. Other than his hand, of course. Then I was distracted from my thoughts as the leash hit again. This time bringing a moan from my lips.
This continued for a few minutes of me moaning as he varied in both speed and power with his lashes. I could tell this excited him just as much as it excited me as I felt his c*** against my leg. Rock hard.
But sooner than I liked it was over and I started to come down from my pain and pleasure high when he started to kiss my shoulders. Down my arms. Making me shiver with want. He pulled again on the collar making me rise from the bed."
Read the full erotic story here : Watching Me
Liza Walters is a writer who covers astrology, pop culture, and relationship topics.
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