A few sluts out there can’t handle the touch of a whip without struggling enough that it becomes a pain in the ass to give them a proper punishment. When you get one of those particularly bad slaves it sometimes takes a bit of invention to get them immobile enough to administer proper discipline.

This blonde brat is one of those sluts that tries to dance away whenever she feels a single tail across her ass. She didn’t think I had any way of keeping her from getting away, but I loved the look on her face when she saw the wheel. This little toy kept her nice and still for me. As much as the bitch squirmed, I was able to get her with my favorite single tail. It was her first time getting a proper discipline session, so she ended up crying, sobbing and begging me to stop. I wasn’t about to do that though. Until every inch of her skin was red and covered in welts I didn’t stop, so she got a proper taste of how true discipline works.

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We stopped near a huge old tree, and Dave nodded toward it. I hesitated, looked around, tried to still my heart, swallow hard. All of those things all at once most likely. This was a very new experience!

I pressed myself against the tree, pulled my skirt up, pushed my panties down, and the unmistakable sounds of his belt leaving it’s loops carried to me, and then the first LOUD swat landed. I think we were both very still after that. I know that I looked out through the trees to see if anyone stopped … if any alarms were about to be raised … if anyone was peering into the trees to see what that sound had been.

So far so good!

He stepped back and spanked again. A hard spank, and again my ears strained to hear someone running to the rescue … shouts of alarm … and nothing!

More spanks, hard spanks. They built in intensity as our courage built. It was not a punishment spanking, but the intensity of emotion was nearly overwhelming. I had never experienced anything like this before. The spanks would push me into the tree … my groin … ok, clit … would brush against the rough bark, and then the belt would land again. Again and again.

No, the fear of discovery never faded. Yes, the heat in my bottom intensified, and yes, my pussy was wet and wanting. After about 25 hard swats with his belt, Dave stepped up behind me, pressing his warmth against my warmth and pushing his fingers between my legs.

Whispering in my ear how naughty I was. “You’re soaking wet baby girl.”

Yeah … well … look what you’re doing to me!

He kissed my neck as his fingers pushed inside me, and then pushed deeper still. I hung on to that tree in front of me, and pressed my clit harder against it. His other hand moved to my hip and he pulled me back toward him, sort of against his side. This left me bent at the waist, but still hanging on to that tree, panties around my knees, but my bare bottom hidden by my skirt which had fallen back into place.

Looking down and seeing his hand beneath my skirt was very erotic … naughty erotic, and his fingers were pushing deeper inside me … and doing something else at the same time. I gasped and asked him what he was doing … but talking was hard. My body jerked as spasms ran up through me from my pussy. I needed desperately to push into his fingers, and pull away from them at the same time. I had never felt anything so intense.

His fingers began to move faster and harder, the top of his hand seemed to be fucking me even as his fingers inside me were. I don’t know … it’s very hard to describe! But it was incredible, and I asked him again and again what he was doing to me, and then a rush of sweet, deep orgasm ran up through me again. Taking my breath and my thoughts and my everything with it as the cum squirted out of me and ran down my legs and over his hand and wrist. I watched through tears … shocked and afraid I had just peed on him, yet sure that nothing like that had ever happened to me before.

Thank goodness I had that tree to hold onto, and his arm around me to steady me, because my knees and the tears gave way at the same time. I don’t know what he was thinking, but his fingers didn’t stop moving, though they were gentler now. But every few seconds he would increase the tempo and strength, and another wave would rush over me, and I’d squirt again, and the tears would flow harder and I don’t think I ever stopped asking him what he was doing to me.

When we finally caught our breath and I stood, my panties were soaked. Not wet … soaked. As if I had dunked them in water. Dave knelt down and slid them to my feet, and I stepped out of them. He smiled at me and kissed me deep, holding my wet panties between us.

We caught our breath and he tucked my wet panties into his pocket. Everything surrounding us in those moments was intensified. The air on my skin, the sounds of the leaves rustling in the trees, the voices of people walking the outer paths, birds … and our breathing. My pussy was still throbbing and felt swollen as well. Dave smiled and kissed me again. A deep, wet kiss full of laughter and excitement and love. A lot of love.

Then he took my hand and led me even deeper into the woods. With every step I could feel my swollen pussy brushing my thighs, cool air sliding beneath my skirt and the rustle and crunch of leaves as he again searched our surroundings.

And again he found what he was looking for. A fallen tree, just the perfect height to bend me over, lift my skirt and again apply his belt to my bare bottom. I know the spanks were hard, and the sound still carried, and the fear of being discovered in such a compromising position never left … but my bottom lifted to those spanks. Each and every one.

Then he was behind me, his hand beneath my skirt and his fingers pushing inside me again. And it wasn’t just a leftover feeling, my pussy was swollen, and he smiled and pulled me into another deep kiss before taking my hand yet again and leading me on.

To another fallen tree, but a much bigger one. He pulled me close and kissed me before pushing me gently down to kneel between his legs. He unzipped his jeans and released his cock as he leaned back, and I took him in my mouth.

“Lift your skirt baby girl.”

I did, and the cool air washed across my very warm bottom as I sucked and licked his cock. His hands moved to my cheeks, and then into my hair. I LOVE when he plays with my hair! I shivered and moaned and sucked harder, pressing my pussy down onto the heels of my feet at the same time. He came, deep and hard, holding me close as he did. I sucked and swallowed … sucked and swallowed … and this time we were both catching our breath as he pulled me up against him and slid his hands beneath my skirt to hold my bottom.

So much emotion! So much intensity … and he wasn’t done. We tucked his cock back inside his jeans and he took my hand and led me still deeper into the woods.

Not far, another 20 feet or so, to a partially fallen tree … propped semi-upright by the trees next to it, and slender enough and close enough to the ground that I could reach up … from my tip toes! and hold onto it … tight as it would turn out.

My tummy was doing flips … and I shivered, as much with need as with the ever present fear of discovery. I felt … very exposed, and though I could have let go of that tree at any time, the thought never crossed my mind. I was very deep inside the place he had led us too.

He lifted my skirt and settled it around my waist, stepped back, and began to spank again. He didn’t double the belt over this time, but left it’s full length hanging as he spanked.

Just three hard spanks. It turns out the belt was too hard to control and the spanks were landing too high on my bottom, but the snapping effect of the top delivered sharp, stinging swats, and then he was holding me again.

He whispered that it was time to go, and I nodded. And I so didn’t want it to be time to go, but I reached for his hand as I stepped away from the tree, and he held mine tight. My mind was reeling, my head spinning. I had no idea how to get back to the car at that point, but he led me out of the trees and to the path, and then on to the car.

I wanted nothing more than to be gathered up and held tight as I tried to process everything that had just happened. I could see my panties peeking out of his pocket, and feel tears again in my eyes.

We got into the car and he pulled my panties from his pocket as I reached for a comb to try and make myself presentable again. He laid them over the console between the seats and directed the vent so that the heat would flow over them and dry them before I had to slide them back on … though they would still be pleasantly damp!

We didn’t talk a lot on the way back to the airport. Just … too many emotions vying for our attention. Too many thoughts … we’d never experienced anything like what had just happened.

My pussy still felt … full. Swollen. And my bottom was very warm, even though the spankings hadn’t been punishment spankings. They were a reminder that I was His Girl. A reminder of what that means. Though I was headed off to see friends, there were still His rules to be obeyed, His standards to live up too …

Reminder spankings are very special. They vary in intensity, and this time they had been slow and measured strokes, with lots of touching and teasing in between. Reminder spankings always leave His marks on me … my bottom or my thighs, the tops of my legs … my inner thighs. Somewhere I will be marked as His …

because … I am His!

Punished Wife by Victoria Wood:

Val was sitting on the bed reading in her nightgown, dreading the sound of footsteps on the stairs. She had been a very bad girl, and her husband was no doubt going to spank her bare bottom until she could barely sit down. She would cry and cry, but he would show no mercy. He was strict and never let her off the hook. But he was sexy and powerful and charismatic and wealthy – and she loved him. There is no way she would ever give him up, even if it meant a lifetime of punishment. She would just have to learn to behave herself better than she had for the last two years.

Michael entered the room and saw his beautiful wife sitting on the bed, but he was not moved. She had disobeyed him and was in serious trouble. Pretty soon, he would have her over his knee, watching her sweet white bottom turning crimson, as she cried and pleaded and squirmed and wriggled, trying to get away from the hairbrush or the paddle or the belt. He hadn’t quite decided. But one thing was clear. She needed to be taught a serious lesson. Why did she have such a hard time understanding who was boss in their marriage?

“Get up and take off your nightgown.” When she heard the commanding tone in his voice, Val knew not to disobey. She felt fear and dread in the pit of her stomach. She did as she was told.

Michael positioned the “spanking chair” in the middle of the room. “Come here.” When she approached him, he placed his hand under her chin and said, “I don’t like having to hurt you, Val. But when you disobey me, you really leave me no choice.” Michael was lying. He actually enjoyed punishing Val. He loved the power of it. He loved seeing her will break and the plaintive way she looked at him, and how she was always so much better behaved after a spanking, as if trying to work her way back into his good graces.

“Go get the hairbrush paddle.” Val’s stomach bolted. The hairbrush was one of the most dreaded implements in the arsenal. At least he didn’t say “the cane.” “Did you hear me?” he barked. “Yes, sir.”

Val’s eyes filled with tears, as she made her way across the room, opened the drawer, and removed the wooden hairbrush paddle. How could something so small hurt so very, very much? She had had many sessions with the hairbrush and at that moment would have done anything to get out of her punishment. She was doomed.

When she returned to the chair, Michael grabbed her arm and quickly pulled her across his knee. Val panicked. “NO!” she screamed, as she quickly rolled off his lap. She tried to scramble across the carpet, half crawling, but Michael was on top of her immediately. He grabbed her by the arm and roughly yanked her to her feet. His hands quickly went to his belt buckle.

Val burst into tears. “Please not the belt, Michael. I’m sorry! I just don’t want another spanking.” “Well you should have thought of that before, missy.” Val was transfixed by the sight of Michael unbuckling his belt and slowly pulling it through the belt loops – and by the familiar sound the leather strap made as it came off. She whimpered but knew she was in for it.

“You know better than to try to avoid a punishment, don’t you Val?” “Yes, sir,” she sniffled. “Get over the bed. Now.” Val did as she was told, sticking her bottom out for punishment. But Michael was angry. He was sick and tired of having his authority challenged. Plus he didn’t want to give the girl any warm-up on her bottom before her paddling. So he doubled up the belt, grabbed Val’s arm, and laid the belt down hard, right across the back of her thighs. She screamed. She screamed and tried to pull away. But Michael had her in a death grip, and he whipped her thighs over and over – about ten times in all. Val was sobbing. It hurt so badly, she could barely stand it. She knew from experience that welts were already forming. Oh! No shorts for a while, she thought to herself.

Michael knew he should make her get back in position and submit to the belt without being held, but he was eager to put her over his knee. He’d make up for his leniency with the hairbrush, he rationalized.

He returned to the spanking chair and called her over. Sniffling, Val inched her way across the room. “Over my knee, young lady. Now!” As Val complied, she felt Michael’s strong arm pulling her tight, making sure there was no way to escape. She knew what she was in for and started crying anew.

Whack, whack, whack, whack. The vicious hairbrush came down hard on the meat of her bottom, and Val cried out in pain. “Michael, please! Please stop! I can’t take it! Please!” She knew it was pointless, but she always had to try. Michael peppered her bottom with the hairbrush. As the pain intensified, Val started to buck and wiggle and squirm on his lap, trying desperately to get her bottom out of the way of the brush. She hated being spanked and would have done anything to stop the punishment. Anything.

It was a pointless endeavor, but one that never ceased to please Michael, who took it as an invitation to spank the girl harder and harder. “Where do you think you’re going, Val?” Michael asked with a snicker. Val was sobbing at this point, and her bottom was quickly turning a dark shade of red. She began to kick her legs frantically, unable to beg anymore, due to the racking sobs. As the kicking continued, Michael applied the wooden brush to the backs of her legs, eliciting the most guttural noises he had probably ever heard come out of her mouth. This was a serious punishment. Probably up there with the last time he used the cane on her. He knew that she lived in fear of a replay of that session, yet for some reason, she still had the nerve to disobey him.

Michael continued spanking Val, applying the hairbrush long and hard over every square inch of her bottom and upper thighs. At some point, she stopped resisting and just absorbed the blows, chest heaving with sobs, carpet soaked with tears. When the poor girl’s bottom was thoroughly blistered and bruised, Michael finally let up. “Have you learned your lesson, young lady?” “Y-y-yes,” she hiccupped through her tears. “Are you going to disobey me again?” “N-n-no, sir. I’ll be good. I promise,” she somehow managed to reply.

On that note, Michael let her up. Val staggered back, trying to regain her equilibrium, and Michael grabbed her and pulled her close to him. He held her body against his and let her cry it all out, cradled in his strong arms.

Then he sent her downstairs to make his dinner, wearing a short t-shirt, but no bottoms.

On this night, the roar of the ocean seemed to be reduced to a gentle purr. The tide was out and the moon was full. The fresh breeze caused me to shiver ever so slightly, as much with anticipation as in reaction to the cool night air.

Across the broad beach and down to the water’s edge my lover led me. Not a word was spoken. Not a word was required. He knew well the carnal desires we share. The time to unleash them was nearly at hand.

The cold sand compressed beneath my bare feet, seemingly determined to delay my moment of truth. I too was determined. We had waited too long for this moment. There could be no turning back. Fate lay before me in the lapping waves.

Upon reaching land’s end, I silently removed my clothing. My lover positioned me at the very point where the waves were breaking. He gestured for me to lie on my front with my head facing the shore. Over and over, the chilly sea water surrounded me and then receded. In the waves, I felt suddenly one with the mother of us all. It was a peaceful, reassuring thought.

My consciousness was swiftly returned to the here and now by the familiar sound of a gentleman’s leather belt snaking its way toward liberation. My lover intended to spank me here in the water. I knew this, yet somehow, the notion seemed strangely novel. I craved the sweet release, yet I wasn’t certain I was prepared for the requisite pain.

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Celia lifted her ruffled petticoat. “Don’t make me remind you to get your bloomers out of the way” He said sternly fingering the belt and gritting his teeth as he watched her bare her bottom for him.

Celia’s hands trembled as she parted her bloomers so that her bare bottom was fully exposed. She cursed herself for being nervous as she bent over with her hands on the chair. She had been punished by Max on a regular basis ever since she was sixteen years old. He demanded complete obedience and compliance from his whores.

“I hate to do this Celia” Max said, though his words did not sound sincere.

Celia wanted to beg for him to let her transgression slide just once or for him to give her a less harsh punishment, but she knew he wouldn’t allow that. Max was known for whipping his whores firmly and frequently, and although Celia was his favorite, even she could not escape his retribution.

“Hold still and don’t make a sound or I’ll make you truly sorry” Max warned.

He didn’t need to remind her, she knew full well what the rules were. “Yes sir” she choked in a dry and feeble voice. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and she was fully aware of just how sorry he was about to make her.

SMACK! The crack of the belt struck her bare flesh. Her eyes closed and her lips quivered as the pain began to sink in. She knew better than to make a sound. Her hands gripped the base of the chair firmly and she willed herself to remain still.

SMACK! The second strike landed with equal intensity. “If I ever catch you buying dope again, I’ll – “SMACK! He didn’t bother to finish his sentence.

Continued