Mall Santa

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Generally I only write about discipline between a husband and a wife. Sometimes I will reference parental discipline. But what about those unfortunate girls who crave submission but have no one to submit too? And what about those poor girls who are stuck in a relationship with a spouse who refuses to discipline them?

I saw this series of pictures and a story came to mind. So here goes.


Stephanie, Carrie and Laura chatted happily as they wandered through the mall, their bags full of purchases they had made. It was Christmas time and their hearts were in the giving—and buying—spirit.

Suddenly Stephanie stopped, grabbed Carrie’s hand and said, “Uh, Girls, lets go this way!” pointing toward the left.

“Don’t be silly,” Laura replied, “We’re going to JC Pennies, and that is this way!” she said indicating the direction they had been going.

“B-but I don’t want to go there anymore, I want to go this way!” Stephanie argued emphatically.

“We’re GOING to Pennies! I have a coupon.” Carrie said taking Stephanie’s hand and pulling her toward the store.

“B-b-but, my husband’s over there!”


“In the Santa costume, right over there, he’s a mall Santa. If we go that way he’ll see me.”

“So? Your gifts are hidden in bags, what’s the big deal?” Laura questioned.

“Well,” Stephanie whispered, “I’m not supposed to be here.”

“What do you mean, you’re not supposed to be here, you’re a grown woman, you can go anywhere you want! Don’t tell me you let Judd tell you when you can go to the store!”

Suddenly they hears Judd’s voice call out, “Stephanie!”

Stephanie blushed and tried to dart away, but Carrie was still holding her hand and didn’t let her go. “Come here, Stephanie!” Judd commanded in a voice that was not to be disobeyed. Slowly Stephanie walked toward her husband. Her head hanging.

Carrie and Laura followed bewildered at the scene. Judd put the closed sign on the Santa booth and brought Stephanie inside closing the curtain. They heard muffled sounds of Judd scolding and Stephanie whimpering. Suddenly why hear her yell, “No! Judd, not here, everyone can hear! Can’t this wait till we get home?” Then they heard a small struggle followed by the sound of smacking and struggling. Stephanie let out a little screech.

Intrigued, Carrie pulled open the curtain a little and peeked inside. She gasped, and dropped the curtain. “What,” Laura asked, “what did you see?”

“See for yourself!” Carrie said motioning toward the curtain.

Laura quietly peeked inside. The view shocked her and thrilled her all at the same time.

Picture1There was Stephanie lying over Santa’s knee getting a real honest-to-goodness spanking!

Feeling guilty for looking Laura two dropped the curtain. She looked at Carrie, who was covering her bottom with her hands and blushing!

Picture2Laura and Carrie stood there silently listening as Stephanie struggled to keep from crying out loud.

Carrie peeked inside again, this time Judd had flipped up her skirt and was ministering directly to her panties.

Carrie blushed with excitement. She had always fantasized about having a strong man take her over his knee and spank her. But alas, she was single, and hadn’t found any men she could trust with her secret.

By the time Stephanie’s spanking ended, her resolve to stay quiet had dissolved and she was bawling over Judd’s knee.

Carrie and Laura had been listening with keen interest. Laura noticed that Carrie kept her hands covering her bottom the whole time. Then she suddenly noticed that she too was absentmindedly rubbing her bottom too.

Finally after a lot of sniffling and quiet talking that they couldn’t make out Stephanie emerged from the Santa booth, her face tear streaked. A mortified look on her face.

She stood in front of her friends for a minute looking at the floor. “I guess you know now why I didn’t want to go this way.” she said meekly, “You heard it, didn’t you? I’m so mortified.”

“Yes, Steph, we heard it.” Laura confirmed sympathetically. “But its OK we won’t tell anyone.”

“You probably never want to see me again.” Stephanie wailed.

“Nonsense!” Carrie soothed, Picture3“We’re best friends, we’d never little a little thing like a spanking   get in the way of that! Lets go to the girls room and get your face cleaned up so people won’t   know you’ve been crying.”

They began walking toward Pennies again. When they got to the bathroom Carrie got   wet paper towels and began gently washing Stephanie’s face. Laura was brooding. “You’re not   going to let him get away with that, are you?” she said angrily She pulled out her cell phone.   “I’m gonna call the police and report him for domestic violence!”

“No!!” Stephanie screamed and lunged for the phone. “It’s not domestic violence, it’s   domestic discipline. I’ve agreed to submit to Judd and let him set the rules. When I disobey, I’ve agreed to let him spank me for punishment.”

“What???” Laura gasped incredulously, “girl, you’re crazy, I’d never let my husband be in charge, let alone hit me!”

Carrie argued, “Laura, don’t be so harsh, I think it’s kind of a neat kink. IF that’s what she wants, then its ok!—as long as he’s not forcing her! Besides, hearing Stephanie get spanked kind of turned me on too!Picture4 And don’t tell me it didn’t you as well, Laura, I saw you rubbing your bottom.” Laura hung her head, she couldn’t deny it had turned her on too.

Stephanie took a deep breath, she was ready to explain. “Thanks Carrie,” she began then turned to Laura. “Laura, I used to think that way too. I ran roughshod over my husband and made many demands of him. I was anything but respectful and submissive…I was also miserable. Then I attended a women’s conference in which they explained about Biblical submission and discipline. I decided to ask Judd to give it a try. Our lives have not been the same since. Since I handed over control to my Husband I have finally found peace. It has made me feel so much more free and whole as a woman and wife. And even though I don’t like it very much at times like this, I will never go back. It’s well worth it!” She said with her usual confidence.

Picture 4-1After cleaning up, Carrie and Laura went with Stephanie to return everything she had purchased, disobediently. The hole time they asked her questions about domestic discipline. Carrie especially seemed fascinated. When she finished returning her items, Stephanie said, “Well, I’m going to go home now, I’m not supposed to be here anyway, you know.”

Just then they walked past the Santa booth. “Just a Minute, Steph.” Carrie said running to the booth. She whispered something into Judd’s ear and he quickly closed the booth again.

Stephanie and Laura followed Carrie into the closed booth. Carrie sat on Judd’s knee. “Mr. Judd, I mean Santa, I’ve been a naughty girl too. B-but I don’t have a husband to discipline me! I have fanaticized for years about having a strong man take me over his knee and spank me. But I always thought that was crazy—like I was the only one who wanted to submit to a man.” Picture5Carrie took a quick breath and plowed on. “Please, I know you’re not my husband, but you’re my best friend’s husband and, and I really need you to spank me!”

“Well now, Carrie,” Judd said in a calm authoritative voice,

“You know that spankings are not just for play, they’re punishment, and they hurt, and you won’t like it one bit.”

“Y-yes sir, but I have been naughty, very naughty. Please, I really want this.”

“Ok Carrie, but once I start there’s no backing out, no matter how much it hurts and no matter what you say. Do you understand?” (“Yes, sir.”)   “and these ladies here,” Judd said motioning toward Stephanie and Laura, “are witness that this spanking is completely voluntary, you asked for it with no coercion?”

“Yes sir,” Carrie blushed when she realized that her friends were watching this. She’d been so focused on finally getting the spanking she had always wanted that she forgot her friends were there.

“Ladies?” Judd queried Stephanie and Laura. Both nodded their agreement to be witnesses.

“Ok then Carrie, You’ve been a very naughty girl and I’m going to give you a sound spanking! Lie over my knee!” Judd said taking charge.

Picture6Carrie obediently positioned herself as she had seen Stephanie do. <SWAT> Judd’s hand crashed down on her skirt covered bottom. Carrie gasped! This hurt far worse than she thought it would. <SMACK> <SWAT> <SPANK> his hand rained down fire on her bottom. She began to feel desperate. “STOP!!! “ she yelled, “I’ve changed my mind, let me up!”

<SWAT> “Young lady, <SWAT> you agreed <SWAT> that once the spanking started <SWAT> <SWAT> <SWAT> there would be no backing out! <SWAT> <SWAT> I’m afraid you have no <SWAT> choices <SWAT> left <SWAT> in this matter. <SWAT> <SWAT> <SWAT> I’m in control <SWAT> and I will <SWAT> spank you as <SWAT> long <SWAT> and as hard <SWAT> as I want!” <SWAT> <SWAT> <SWAT> <SWAT> <SWAT> <SWAT> Carrie wailed under the punishing heat of his swats.

Picture7Finally Judd stopped spanking her. She tried to get up and away from this terrible scene. “no, no, Carrie dear. You can’t get up, your spanking’s far from over!” Judd scolded as he lifted her skirt.

“What! No! you can’t do that, I’m a grown woman, that’s embarrassing. I don’t want you looking at by butt!”

<SWAT> Judd’s hand crashed down on her bottom not only protected by her thin panties, it hurt a 10 times more! And Carry immediately began crying. “Carrie dear, <SWAT> Naughty girls, <SWAT> like you, <SWAT> don’t get to choose what they’re wearing for their spankings either. <SWAT> <SWAT> <SWAT> I always lift Stephine’s skirt <SWAT> for her spankings!” <SWAT> <SWAT> <SWAT>.

Picture8Carrie felt totally helpless and she lay over Judd’s knee. He had her totally in his power! “OWWWW, I’m sorry,” she wailed as her foot kicked up writhing from the pain.

So this was what her fantasy felt like. She had near truly felt the feeling of utter helplessness and total surrender before. On one hand, she hated it and wanted like nothing else to get up, run away and pretend nothing had ever happened. On the other hand she felt overwhelmed with peace and joy. She was really turned on but submitting to Judd. As she tried to sort through her emotions, through her tears, Judd stopped once again.

“Now Carrie, I know you think you have already received a very sound spanking. But I’ve learned from experience that a girl never learns until she is taught on her bare bottom.” Judd said. Picture9Grasping her waist band and pulling her panties down. Carrie, now fully submissive, didn’t protest. He was in charge, if he thought she needed bare bottom, she would submit to that too!

<SWAT!!> <SWAT!!> <SWAT!!> Carrie’s wails reached a new, uninhibited pitch. She didn’t care if everyone in the mall could hear, all she cared about was that she was a naughty girl getting a sound spanking. She noticed that if a spanking on the panties hurt 10 times more than over her skirt. This was 100 times worse. The sting of his hand on her bare flesh was unbearable and she kicked and screamed with abandon. <SWAT!!> <SWAT!!> <SWAT!!> <SWAT!!> <SWAT!!> <SWAT!!>

When Carries bottom was bright pink and she was reduced to a sniveling mess. Judd finally stopped.

Picture10He held her and comforted her until she stopped crying. She felt like a new person. “Thank you, oh thank you, Mr. Judd, I feel so much better!” she said submissively.

Judd scolded her in a fatherly fashion.

After a long time Carrie meekly asked, “Mr Judd?”

“Yes Carrie?”

“I don’t have a man to discipline me. But now I’m more convinced than ever that I need one. Will you… Will you be my disciplinarian?”

“Well, sweaty, I’m Stephie’s husband and disciplinarian. I don’t think she’d want to share me with any other woman, do you?”

“I know. B-but you can’t be my husband, but daddy’s spank their daughters too, Will you be my daddy and discipline me?”

“Well I’ll talk to Stephanie about it and let you know.”

Judd helped her of his lap, “well you girls better get home!”

As Carrie and Stephanie get ready to go. Laura ventured. “M-Mr Judd. I can’t believe I’m saying this but I don’t think my friends should have sore bottoms and me not. I too was not supposed to spend any money at the store today. Will you, will you S-Spank me too?”
“You’re married, Laura, that’s your husband’s job!” Judd argued.

“I know but until a few minutes ago I thought this was all crazy town. I would never let my man lay a hand on me, or tell me what to do. But Stephanie has been telling us about how miserable her life was before she submitted and how wonderful it is now. Then I saw Carrie getting spanked and it really turned me on. But I’m afraid. I’m afraid to tell my husband, what if I can’t stand to be spanked, and he wants to spank me for the rest of my life. So I want to try it out with you. If I can take it, I’ll tell my husband tonight, If not, I’ll keep it a secret.”

They negotiated for a while, finally Judd agreed to spank her too. “But I will not condone keeping secrets from your hubby. When I’m done with you will definitely be telling him what happened! Now come over my knee.”

Picture11Judd quickly took charge of Laura and had her crying before he even lifted her skirt.

Judd Was surprised how much of a crier this seemingly tough woman was.

But he was determined to give her the full experience so he lifted her skirt.

Picture12He paused for a few seconds with his hand high up in the air ready to spank. Laura braced for the impact, but it didn’t come. As she waited, the helplessness of her situation began to sink in. She was totally exposed to his will. He could hold her there as long as he wanted. She began feeling very tiny and out of control. The anticipation build, she was a nervous wreck. How could she stand getting spanked any harder. The first part over her skirt had been bad enough. She twitched her bottom nervously. And waited. As the wait lengthened Laura felt more and more submissive—and strangely enough even though she was scared, she liked it too! Suddenly his hand whacked down on her bottom. Laura SCREAMED and kicked. Picture13But she could do nothing to get away. She was truly helpless– and it felt good!

Laura bucked and kicked and wailed as all naughty girls should when their panties are getting soundly spanked.

Laura put on such a show for them as she bucked, kicked and cried genuine, heartfelt tears that Judd almost felt guilty being the one to see this instead of her husband. “Max will certainly enjoy spanking this girl!” he thought to himself.Picture14 He was having a hard time controlling his feelings of lust for this pitiful girl. If she were his wife he’d want to spank her every day! He could tell she would make the perfect submissive wife and he determined to not let her up until he had extracted a promise from her that she would ask her hubby to spank her that very evening!

Picture15For her part, Laura was a mess. The spanking was totally destroying her arrogant self reliant persona. She hated the spanking but what she hated even more was that she also felt like she needed it, really needed it.

The feeling of having someone else in charge and submitting to his discipline turned her on like nothing ever had. She was starting to fall for Judd, which made her feel all the more guilty. Still she hesitated to make a commitment to this lifestyle. It felt good to submit for while, but she wasn’t sure she could give up control for the rest of her life!

Picture16Then she felt Judd remove her panties. And the dam broke. He hadn’t asked if he could, he just did it. And she had no say in the matter. She was embarrassed and humiliated to have her bare bottom on display for him but he gave no heed, she had no say! She began bawling in utter defeat. As he spanked and spanked she gave up all will to fight, she just accepted each swat as they came.

Judd stopped spanking, but kept her over his knee. “Laura,” Judd’s voice broke into her thoughts. “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes, sir,” she sobbed in humble abandon.

“From now on, young lady, you will submit to your husband. Do you understand?”

Picture17Here he was telling her instead of asking again—and here she was letting him–she loved it! She no longer had to carry the weight of her world on her shoulders. She could give that to her man—he was strong enough! She was now so free, so surrendered—Suddenly she knew exactly what she wanted!

She pictured herself over her husband’s knee. Now she just needed to decide when to broach the subject.

Judd continued. “Now tonight when Max gets home, you will tell your husband you want to submit to him and let him know I spanked you. Do you understand?” Still he gave orders, not questions. “Yes sir” she heard herself say, surprising even herself. She hadn’t decided when she would talk to Max, but the question had just been settled for her. There was no need for her to fret about it. All she heeded to do was obey! This was easy.

“One more thing,” Judd said slapping Laura hard on her bare bottom. “Promise me that you will ask Max to give you a sound spanking TONIGHT! For going to me instead of him with your concerns.

“I promise!” she said emphatically.

“Then you may get up.” He invited.

Picture18The three girl’s held hands as they walked out to their cars. They were happy. They had long been best of friends, but now they were sisters. Each had experienced a profound change in her life.

One no longer felt she had to keep her submissive life to herself. She how had girls to share it with.

One was about to embark on a whole new life of submission with her husband.

And one was hoping against hopes that someday soon she would be taken under Jedd’s wing as her daddy. Yes they were all changed, and they were a sisterhood–the sisterhood of the spanked.


Picture19That evening Laura kept her promise. She took off her skirt and vest and met her husband in just her blouse and panties when he came home from work. She told him about the three of them getting spanked that day at the mall. She told him about how Stephanie’s marriage was transformed when she submitted to Judd and said she had decided she needed Domestic discipline.

Then she apologized tearfully for being so disrespectful, disobedient and bossy in the past and asked him to spank her soundly for it.

Picture20To her surprise, Max readily agreed and immediately assumed an heir of authority over her. He took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. He pulled down her panties, put her over his knee and spanked her soundly. I turned out Max was a natural disciplinarian!

Picture21Laura did her part too, putting on that amazing show she had done earlier. Bawling in pain but reveling in the peace of submission.

Max was so turned on his girl’s performance over his knee that when he was done spanking her he turned his submissive girl over on the bed and Undid his pants. Laura crying profusely from the spanking when max initiated intercourse. Laura cried submissively through the whole experience, which they both agreed was the best sex they’d ever had.


Picture22That night Stephanie got a text from Judd ordering her to set the spanking chair in the middle of the living room, change into her pajamas and be standing in time out with her bottom bare when he got home.

She nervously complied. He found her obediently standing in time out against the living room wall nervously rubbing her still pink bottom.

Judd led her over to the chair and explained that he didn’t think she had gained full release in her earlier spanking because she had tried to hard to hold back her cries so as to not have the whole mall hear.

Picture23“Tears are healing, and you didn’t have the opportunity to let them flow freely.” He said she needed the opportunity to have full release and so he was going to give her another spanking.

Stephanie, didn’t think she agreed with her husband, she felt quite submissive from her previous spanking, but he was in charge, not her, so she bent over his knee.

Since this is an epilogue, not another story, I’ll not go into the details.Picture24

Suffice it to say that Stephanie got a very sound spanking.


And there was no shortage of tears shed. She made no attempt to stifle her cries or hide her pain.

In short order she had kicked her pajama bottoms off and was writhing in agony over her hubby’s knee.


For his part, Judd was impressed with the show she gave him. This was even better than Laura’s show! It encouraged him to keep going just a bit longer than he intended. He decided that two spankings in one day was a good thing for Stephie.


When Judd finally stopped spanking her, Stephanie lay submissively over his knee crying until she thought he had no more tears left.


In hindsight she had to admit, if only to herself, that Judd had been right, she did need to be brought to tears.

Judd helped her up, took her by the hand and led his still sniffling wife to the bedroom when he lay her down. She too cried submissively through another awesome intercourse with her man. There’s just something special about having sex with a man you’ve allowed to totally dominate you.


Picture29And what about Carrie? She too cried on her bed that night. But not because of a spanking, but because she had no one to spank her.

Laid out her secret array of paddles she’d collected through the years and sat on her bed fantasizing.

In her fantasy someone came into her room picked u the paddle and ordered her to turn over.

Her fanciful disciplinarian made her stand up and pulled her pajama bottoms down.


Picture32She put her hands on her head pretending to be getting Scolded, but she couldn’t pull her pajamas bottoms down with her hand on he head!







Picture33.pngShe imagined a hand leading her to the corner. And as she stood there, her fanciful disciplinarian puller her panties down.

But her imagination was not good enough. How could she truly be submissive when she had to pull her own panties down, and walk herself to the corner?

Picture34She took her nose out of the corner, for there was no one to tell her not to, and cried. Was she doomed to never have someone to discipline her?








She lay herself over the foot of the bed imagining it was a man’s lap. A hand swatted her bare bottom. But alas, it was her hand, and it’s impossible to truly spank yourself.


Removing her pajamas and panties she flopped down on the bed, her bottom still pink from her earlier spanking, and cried herself into a fitful sleep.


In her dreams she heard the lash of a leather strap whip down on her bare bottom, but she awoke before it actually hit, leaving her to cry herself to sleep again.


Again the whistle of the strap invaded her dreams, as she braced for impact she woke up crying. Was there no hope for her?

All night long her fantasies plagued her. When she woke in the morning she called Judd and begged him to be her daddy. But he just said that He and Stephanie would have to talk about it and He’d get back with her. The tone of his voice told her it was no use. And what about Stephanie? Why would such a lucky girl want to share her man with her? No, the decided, I’m just not destined to be disciplined.



Picture39And then on Christmas morning, Carrie sleepily padded into the living room, wondering what she should do with her holiday. She had no relatives near and she always felt a little lonely on holidays while everyone else was celebrating with their families.

She jumped! There, in her living room sat Judd.
“Judd! W-what are you doing here?” She stammered.

Picture40“I just thought I’d bring you a Christmas present! One I know you’ll really like!” Judd said. Carrie got shivers up and down her spine. There was one present she really wanted, and she had asked Santa for it, although she knew Santa was Judd.

“What is it, What is it?” she asked excitedly.

Picture41.jpgJudd handed her a green box with a snowman on the front. With the eagerness of a school girl she opened it to find a pair of panties, that said, “I’ve been Naughty, Spank me!” A paddle. And a letter. She read the letter.

Dear Carrie, Stephanie and I have discussed your request as I promised we would. We have decided that it is ok for you to have me as your daddy. But since you will be my child, not my wife, there will be no sex involved. Also, children need mommies as well as daddies so we have decided that Stephanie will also serve as your mommy. From now on you are to address us as daddy and mommy. If you still agree to this, sign the following contract and give us a key to your apartment. You will be submitting to our direction and discipline. We will make the rules and discipline you when you break them. You will also give up any right to privacy and property. We may come over and check on you unannounced whenever we want. And you must always text us to let us know what you are doing and where you are. Love, Daddy and Mommy.”

Picture42She happily signed the contract and handed it to Judd.

“Now you realize that this contract gives up all your rights to us, honey, and there is no out, unless we decide to release you, until you get married. It will be hard learning to be a submissive daughter after being independent for so long, you’ll probably need lots of spankings at first. Do you understand that?”

Picture43“Yes, sir. This is the best day of my life!” she answered happily.

“Well we’ll see about it being the best day after you get the rest of your present—a sound spanking, then you are coming to stay at our house until New years… Now come lay over my knee.”

She had longed for a spanking for so long, yet now that it was eminent, she was having second thoughts. “b-but, I’m still opening presents, c-can’t I at least finish that before my spanking?” She pleaded.

“Carrie, when daddy tells you to do something I expect you to obey immediately! From now on if Daddy or Mommy tell you to do something you have just two choices. Do it immediately, without arguing or complaining, or do it later with a sore bottom. Now get over my knee!”

Picture44.jpgCarrie whimpered but obeyed. Judd began spanking her soundly. And she resounded soundly, that is with lots of sound.

After only a few swats he pulled her pajamas and panties down and began work on her bare bottom. “Carrie, you now have no right to privacy. I will spank your bare bottom whenever I want to, young lady!”Picture45.jpg


Picture47.jpgHer spanking was long and painful. Carrie bawled in full submission.





When the spanking finally ended, Carrie was totally submitted. She cried unashamedly over his knee. Thankful to finally be experiencing what true submission is really like, and knowing that this would never end!


Judd, finally let Carrie stand up. She rubbed her sore backside furiously.Picture52.jpg

He scolded her a bit then said, “Come along Carrie, lets get some clothes packed for you, then go home. Mommy in anxious for your help preparing Christmas dinner and after the guests leave she’s planning on giving you a sound spanking with her big wooden spoon.”

Carrie sighed contentedly, This was just perfect. A family to spend Christmas with and not one, but two disciplinarians to help her learn submission.

>Final Epilogue<<

  • Laura found that she had a very hard time learning submission. She got spankings nearly every day for months. But finally she caught on and her marriage became total bliss…Even if her bottom was total bliss-ter at times.
  • Stephanie Continued DD. But enjoyed having a friend in Laura whom she could talk openly about submission. “Coming out of the closet” so to speak was that last piece she needed to be totally free. Stephanie took a little while figuring out how to be in charge of Carrie, while submitting to Judd. But here again submission helped out. Both women submitted to Judd, and he was the ruler of the home. Stephanie just helped keep Carrie in line.
  • Carrie adjusted quickly to her new lifestyle, even though she needed lots of spankings. Her relationship with Stephanie and Laura changed, though. She was no longer their friend, but Stephanie’s daughter. She learned to call Laura Auntie Laura. And she had to obey these ladies, instead of powel around with them.
  • On New Year’s Eve, Judd invited Laura and Max over. As the “child” in the family, Carrie was soundly spanked by Judd and Max then put to bed at 8:00. Then at 11:00 PM Laura and Stephanie were summoned over their husband’s knees. Judd explained that this would give them a clean slate for the new year. Then both ladies were spanked for 50 minutes. At 10 till midnight the bawling girls were bent over the back of the couch, a clock in front of them. Each man grabbed a paddle and waited. At 11:59:30 they began swinging the paddle in time with the second hand as the counted down from 30. It’s doubtful that the girls even heard them count below 25 because of their wailing. Carrie woke up and ran to see what was the matter. She arrived just in time to see her mommy and auntie Laura ring in the new year in tears. She was happy (even though she got another spanking for getting up), they were all happy.
  • THE END!



Late for the Bus

Bare bottom, Comforting, F/ f, Hair Brush, Implied, M/F, Mommy, OTK, Panties down, Spanker/Spankee, Stories

“Ashley” Mommy hollered, “This is your last warning! If you don’t get up and get ready for school in time you’re going to be in big trouble!” Ashley had developed a habit of dawdling in the mornings before school. She slept late, took forever to get dressed and often didn’t even have time to eat her breakfast before she had to run to catch the bus. Her parents had nagged and scolded her to no avail. Her poor daddy had been late to work many times because she had missed the bus and he had to drive her to school.

But last night mommy and daddy had made a decision, things were going to be different from now on.

Ashley finally came shuffling into the kitchen just as the bus pulled past her house. “Well, dear, I’m afraid your daddy’s going to have to take you to school again today. You know that always makes him late. Hurry up and get your shoes on. He’s almost ready to go now.

“But I’m hungry!” Ashley whined, taking a bite of the pancake that was sitting cold on her plate.

“You can eat once you’re all ready to go; if you have time before daddy’s ready. Get your shoes on and your hair done!” Mom ordered.

“Harrumph” Ashley muttered. She preferred to ride with Daddy anyway. It was a much shorter ride than having to ride the whole bus route. Slowly Ashley put on her shoes, and made her hair into a pony tail.

She had just sat down to eat her pancake when her daddy said, “Let’s go Ashley, I’m going to be late!”

“In a minute, I’m almost done Daddy,” She said unconcerned with his time.

“No, NOW!” Mommy said taking her by the hand and dragging her into the garage. Daddy grabbed her backpack and got into the driver’s seat.

Mommy opened the back seat and shoved her in. Then, to Ashley’s surprise, as daddy opened the garage door and started the engine, Mommy got in the back seat with her!

“Mommy! What’r you doing?”

“Daddy and I told you that we will no longer tolerate you being late again. Well, you are about to regret not to heeding our warning!”

Mommy scooted into the middle seat and buckled her seat belt. “Ok dear,” she called to daddy, “We’re ready to go!” Daddy immediately began pulling out of the driveway.

“Wait!” Ashley yelled, “I’m not buckled yet!”

“I’m afraid you won’t be needing a seat belt today” Mommy replied pulling her hairbrush out of her purse.

“B-b-but, you always have be buckled, its not safe…” She began to argue. But before she could finish, Mommy pulled her face down over her lap right there in the back seat.

“Ashley June, we are fed up with you dawdling around in the morning then making daddy late. From now on, if you have to ride with daddy, it’ll be a very unpleasant trip!”  Mommy scolded as she lifted Ashley’s uniform skirt and pulled her panties down.

“Noooo you can’t <WHACK> ouch!” Ashley’s protest was interrupted with a sharp swat on her bare bottom. Ashley screamed, as much in surprise as pain. But mommy didn’t stop. Before she could collect her breath for another scream mommy’s hairbrush cracked down on her other bottom cheek. <SMACK> “Yeaaaaoowwwww!!!!” she bawled, drumming her feat against the car door.

Mommy went to work raining fire down on poor Ashley’s lazy bottom. And it seemed to work, for those legs that had moved so slowly as she was getting ready to go to school now drummed vigorously against the car door locking and unlocking the door each time her toes hit the button.

After about 6 hard swats, Ashley was writhing around in pain from the spanking. Mommy lightened up a bit, after all, this spanking had to last for the full 15 minute car ride. But Ashley hardly noticed. With her bottom on fire, the lighter and slower spanks were just hard enough to prevent the burning in her hindquarters from subsiding and she continued to wail and kick and flail around over her mommy’s lap.

Fortunately for Ashley, there were no traffic jams on the way to school, for her parents had decided that, no matter what, this spanking would not end until they got to school.

As she wailed her way through this terrible ride to school, Ashley didn’t notice her daddy make the last turn onto the road her school was on, but she did notice that Mommy suddenly resumed the fast hard swats she had begun with. <WHACK, SMACK, SWAT> “Whaaaahaaaaahaaaaa” Ashley answered, letting out a new, more earnest wail of protest. She had thought it couldn’t get any worse, but now she knew it could.

As daddy pulled up under the awning at the front door. Mommy gave her one last extra hard swat on her sit spot, pulled her panties up, and opened the car door. She could just barely hear her mommy’s voice over her loud wailing, “We’ll Ashley dear, we’re here at school, now be a good girl and run along to class!” Mommy said, as if nothing unusual had happened.

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Ashley was crying so hard that she didn’t even notice her mommy lift her out of the car and set her on the sidewalk, allowing her skirt to fall and hide her well spanked bottom, and hand her her backpack.

As daddy drove off, Ashley stood on the sidewalk bawling and rubbing her sore fanny as best she could with her large backpack in the way. In a few seconds she regained her bearings and suddenly a new feeling overwhelmed her, embarrassment! Not only was her bottom on fire but she’d been spanked right in front of the school. She looked around, her hand still unable to avoid rubbing her stinging behind. She was glad she’d gotten there before the bus. If her friends had seen this she’d never hear the last of it.  She saw Mrs. Teal, the carline attendant, walk over toward her. Desperately she tried to stop crying.

“What’s the matter hon?” Mrs. Teal said in a motherly tone.

“<hiccup, hiccup> Nothin'” Ashley muttered her hand still desperately rubbing her well spanked bottom.

“Why are you crying, Ashley?” Mrs. Teal insisted sympathetically.

<hiccup, hiccup> “I-I’m n-not crying” Ashley insisted, unconvincingly. Just then the bus came into view. Ashley gasped.

Mrs. Teal understood fully, taking her hand she led the still sobbing girl into the school. “Mrs Lidel,” she addressed the pretty, young, lady who sat at the front desk. “It seems Ms, Ashley has been an naughty little girl and just got her poor little fanny soundly spanked. I’ve gotta go meet the bus. Will you please take Ashley into the staff bathroom and help her clean up before the other kids get here?”

“Sure, Mrs. Teal” Mrs. Lidel said sweetly taking Ashley’s hand and leading her into a quiet room. She sat down on one of the teacher’s lounge chairs and lifted Ashley into her lap. “Now, Ashley dear, tell me what happened?” She said in a kind, sympathetic tone. A sudden torrent of tears coursed out of the little girl as she sobbed out the whole matter, including the fact that she had been making her daddy late for a while.

Mrs. Lidel held the little girl and comforted her, knowing that she needed to get all her tears out. “I know it’s been a rough morning, dear, but your mommy and daddy really do love you. They wouldn’t spank you like that if they didn’t. It shows they love you too much to let you keep such a bad habit.”

“B-but it hurtzzz!” Ashley wailed.

“I know, I know, it hurts, I’ve been spanked too, you know. Spankings are supposed to hurt. That will make you not want to do anything to earn another one. But after a spanking I always am a lot better and I always feel very loved by the person who spanked me!”

Ashley cried a little longer then her tears began to subside. “Mrs. Lidel?” Ashley asked hesitantly.

“Yes?” Mrs. Lidel encouraged softly.

“D-did you get spankings too, when you were little?”

“Not when I was little… I wasn’t as lucky as you, My parents didn’t care enough about me to spank me.” she replied.

“But, you said you’ve been spanked too? Who spanked you?” Ashley asked.

Mrs. Lidel blushed a deep pink. “Umm…” She fidgeted nervously. Then looking at her watch she quickly replied. “Oh, look at the time, we’d better get you cleaned up or you’ll be late for class!”

Taking the little girl by the hand she led her to the staff bathroom, relieved that Ashley didn’t press her question. As soon as they entered the bathroom Ashley needed to go potty. Having shared all with Mrs. Lidel she didn’t think twice about it, as she lowered her panties and lifted her skirt to sit on the potty. Mrs. Lidel blushed again as she noticed that the girl had indeed gotten a very sound spanking.  When she was done, Mrs Lidel helped Ashley wash her face and redo her hair (which was rather wild from her ordeal.)

Even after washing her face, the girls’ face still looked red and puffy from crying. “They’ll see that I’ve been crying, they’ll know!” Ashley cried mortified as she looked into the mirror.

“Ah, I have just the trick for that!” Mrs. Lidel said riffling through her purse. She pulled out a makeup package and expertly covered all the redness and puffiness on the little girl’s face. “There, Ashley, all pretty again!” Mrs, Lidel pronounced as the girl looked at herself in the mirror. Ashley smiled for the first time that morning. “Now, you’d better get to class. I don’t think your bottom wants to find out what your parents will think of you getting a tardy!”

As a renewed Ashley ran off toward her classroom, Mrs. Lidel closed the door of the bathroom once again. She flipped her own skirt up and lowered her panties then blushed deeply at the sight of her own pink bottom. Her’s was larger than Ashley’s but they both carried the same glow.

Pulling her panties back up, she checked her own makeup in the mirror to ensure that there was no evidence on her face, then returned to her post at the front desk.

Mrs. Lidel winced as her bottom settled into the chair, she mused, “I may not have had great parents like Ashley does, but I’m sure happy God gave me a husband like Mike, who makes up for lost time!”



A Housewife’s Job

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Many housewives say they don’t work. But indeed we do work. Our job is to keep the home clean, tidy and in order, and be a help meet for our husbands. Unfortunately many women don’t see this as a job, and don’t make job performance the priority they would if they went to an office for 8 hours a day.

Part of this may come from the fact that there’s incredible job security as a housewife. If she doesn’t do her work at an office, she will be reprimanded then fired. But if she doesn’t do her job at home, she cannot be fired. and if her husband complains he is called a bigoted chauvinist.  So she is lacking bother the dignity and discipline of her work.

But while housewives cannot be fired, their husbands can fire them up on their bottoms. When a couple practices domestic discipline, the wife’s job at home is valued and she had consequences if she doesn’t do her work.



As Traci sorted beans, she regretted, watching that TV marathon instead of doing her work. Her bottom was on fire, but she knew she deserved it. Even with the fire in her back side Traci felt the love of her husband. She hated to be spanked, but she was quite sure she’d hate not being spanked even worse.


Traci turned around, “Hubby” she said, “Thank you. I needed that. I promise be more diligent in my job.”


Unfortunately for a housewife, there are just too many implements available in the average kitchen.

As Jaimee re-entered her messy kitchen her sore bottom reminded her ruefully that it’d been a lot easier to just get it done when she was supposed too.


When her spanking is over she still has work to do


She’d been lady today now she was looking forward to a long night of housework, with a sore bottom.


Her bottom freshly spanked, Stephie, finally began preparing her hubby’s dinner.


Gabriela’s efficiancy report for the day came back lacking, so her husband/boss assigned her to overtime. Unfortunately, her overtime pay was a very sore bottom, which he gave her as an advance.


Notice the smile on Gabriela’s face? The spanking hurt, but the dignity, love and security her she feels knowing how highly her husband values her work makes her feel like a million dollars (a sore mission, that is).


After church Marva found herself crying over her husband’s knee. Then, because she’d goofed off on Saturday, she was not to share a lazy Sunday afternoon with her man. But there was one thing she could do to keep connected with him as she played catch up. she knew that with her skirt up, her hubby wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off her well spanked bottom.


The house had been covered in dust, but her bottom wasn’t covered in anything (except pink) while she fixed this problem.


Penny had swept her work under the rug too long.


There’s something very humbling about scrubbing floors on your hands and knees with your well spanked naked bottom on display for your loving husband to see. That’s one reason I try to get the floor scrubbing done when he’s at work.


The switch lines still stung as Meghan finally got down to business.


This morning, before leaving for work, Hubby had told Meggs that he was tired of her laziness. Then slipping her nightgown and panties off, he put her over his knee for a sound spanking. When he finished spanking her he held her tenderly as she wept, then helping her back to her feet he instructed, “You are forbidden to wear any clothes until this place is immaculate. And I’ll be the inspector!’ Then as he walked out the door for work he’d added, “Oh, and you can expect a spanking every morning before I go to work and evening when I get home until I’m satisfied that this place is in perfect order.v I know you can do it, dear.” Meggs cringed, she knew he was right, she could and should do it, but she feared it’s take all week.


As her week of cleaning neared an end, a new joy flooded Meggs. Yes, the twice daily spankings had been tough, but the sense of security and joy she felt having her man take charge of her was worth it. And seeing hubby so turned on by her naked body was a wonderful side benefit. As she set about her daily tasks she was pretty sure that tonight would be her last spanking, she was certain the house would pass hubby’s inspection today. But she wasn’t certain she’d be wearing clothes tomorrow, her choice this time.


Poor girl, should have washed that floor before going on pintrest.


Kelly couldn’t believe it, but she actually liked this new arrangement. Even with her bottom on fire, somehow she felt it was right for her–for them. She got back to work, with a glow in her spirit that matched the glow on her bottom.


Debby rubbed her bottom ruefully, “Why, oh why can’t I stay focused without a sore bottom to remind me?” she wondered.


If there was one part of her job Mary hated it was laundry. Perhaps that’s why she always procrastinated on it. But now she knew there was something worse than doing laundry — doing laundry with a well spanked bottom!


“Get to work Shelly, they won’t wash themselves! Unless you want to spend more time over my knee first!”


She always thought she was lucky to have a pool.


But today she learned that with privilege comes responsibility.


As Shelly got better at her job her hubby decided it was time to help her get more concerned with the details.


Seems Alice’s hubby thought she had time for one more break, one that would remind her not to take a break all day long.


Tonight she must bring the wooden spoon to her bedroom…



The anticipation of having to do your scrubbing naked knowing that a sound spanking is on it’s way is almost as bad as the spanking, maybe worse.


That’s how we learn!


Having been given motivation Lizzy ran to the laundry room to her her hubby a clean shirt.


When Lizzy’s husband found out that he had no clean underwear, he decided something must be done to motivate her.


As Lizzy waited for the washer to stop she realized that this would take longer than she thought. hubby was sure to be unhappy with having to be late on account of her. In a sudden act of submission she grabbed a stick and headed back upstairs. It’s take at least 30 minutes until the washer stopped, plenty of time for him to spank her again.


With tear filled eyes she began ironing her hubby’s clothes.


Her bottom burned determination into her heart


As the cane thwacked down on her poor bottom, Jenny begged him to stop. she promised she would never again let him not have any ironed shirts.


Yes, from now on she would take good care of her hubby.


Jenny bent over the ironing board. She had one again neglected to iron her hubby’s shirts. He had nothing to wear.


Honey, you were to fold that laundry and put it away. now it’s all wrinkled!


Punishment fits the crime, She forgot to hang his suit, she it’s bare hanger is teaching her bare bottom.


“Next time I expect you to finishe the laundry before i get home, honey!” Y-Yessir” Whaaahaaahaaa


We normally try to hide our spankings from the world, but sometimes the evidence still shows. But what the heck, I’m proud of being a disciplined wife. a little red beneith my shorts aught to be a badge of honor!


Hubby told her he expected every article of clothing in the house to be clean and put away when he got home. SHe knew that meant her clothes as well.


It’s her spanking dress. long enough to cover her while standing up, but short enough to bare her when she bends over. The color is a guide for her hubby as he spanks her.


Darn! That kitchen has too many options to spank us with. Better keep them all clean, he tends to only use the ones we’ve not washed and put away.


Now, there’s a lucky girl who has a husband who truly loves her!


Hubby told her that she was to clean ALL the clothes today. So she put hers in the wash too.


Marilyn got behind on the laundry, so her hubby got on her behind.


Yo mama didn’t tolerate a messy bedroom, why should yo man?


When Mark discovered that she had been lying around all day and hadn’t even made the bed today, he gave her a new place to lie, over his knee


Melissa gasped, “You can’t spank me! I’m for wife, not your daughter!” But he could, and he did, and everything was different from that day on… Better!


Cassie sat miserably at the table. She new she deserved this, but that didn’t mean she wanted it!

Back to work honey. and you can keep your panties down until it’s done!


Turns out tears are a great additive to floor wax. The floor had never shone so brightly (Neither had her bottom)


Ashley never got the floor cleaner than when she mixed her cleaning solution with her tears.


“I’m not your maid!” Maxine shouted angrily! This earned her an instant trip over his knee. “I’m afraid, young lady, that as a housewife, your job is to keep this house in order, so in a way you actually ARE a professional maid, and to help you remember that, you will wear a maid outfit until you can prove that you have learned what your job in this household is. But you can skip the dress, so that you can remember what happens to naughty wives.


Amber gingerly bent to her work. Her fiery bottom motivating her to a new level of conscientiousness.


With a renewed sense of motivation burning into her bottom, Ginger set to work on her long neglected dirty floor.


How was Cherrie to know that her husband would inspect the carpet to see if she’d vacuumed?


Supper had been made even later but the unexpected trip over her hubby’s knee. Now she must get it naked.


Annette put his dinner into the oven to keep warm while her hubby warmed her bottom.


The spanking ended, Natalie was truly sorry she’d made her hubby wait for dinner. In repentance, she set to making her husband the gourmet dinner, she couldn’t help it being late, but she could make sure it was fit for her king!


As she packed the kid’s lunches, she dreaded what would happen when they caught the bus.


One benefit of doing chores naked is there’s no clothes to get dirty.


Fadia looked at the single dish. Only hubby would be eating tonight. Her meal would be replaced with a spanking.


An hour before he was due to return from work, Angie suddenly remembered Jacks’ instructions to her after her morning spanking, “Honey, when I get back this evening this kitchen had better be clean or you’ll be getting another spanking!” Panicked she turned off the TV and leapt off the couch. She ran to the kitchen. But it was too little too late. Instead of a kiss her hubby greeted her with a swat.


As Anna went through her daily chores she dreaded her hubby’s return. she knew she was in for it….


She’d always had a hard time remembering to dust. Today her hubby came up with a new plan to help her….


It’d been a rough evening. Bawling over her hubby’s knee. Then having to finish her neglected chores with her throbbing sore bare bottom on display. But now it was over. and she was in her happy place, curled up with her man, her strong, loving man. Yes, life is good!

Better Sore Than Sorry

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She bought her hubby this t-Shirt for his workouts. But it was a bit too small for him and he gave it back to her. Now every time she’s in trouble he makes her wear it as her punishment dress.

The message has taken on a new meaning for them. As every Domestic Discipline wife knows the sorrow and guilt of not being under his discipline is worse than the soreness of your bottom after he spanks you.

When she’s at home she must wear nothing but the shirt. She feels very vulnerable wearing it around the house waiting for him to come home and deal with her.

Of course when she goes out, he lets her wear jeans, but no panties. Even still she feels embarrassed, even though she knows anyone who sees just think she works out, she feels like every woman around her knows the real meaning…


Lesson in the water

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Bruce gazed out over the water, searching for Lindy. Where had she gone? He’d told her that he’d be right back and to wait for him. But now she was gone. He loved this girl a lot. But she was rather stubborn and free spirited. He wanted her to be his. He wanted to put a ring on her finger and marry this girl but she always said, “maybe someday, but not now, I’m not ready to settle down yet. I want to be free!”

Suddenly he spotter her, out in the water, past the sign that warned of a dangerous current. She was struggling against the water with all her strength. Bruce RAN as fast as he could to the ocean and swam powerfully toward her. Grabbing her and pulling her to safety.

“Lindy!” he shouted as he carried her over his shoulder back toward the beach. “What in the world are you doing here? Didn’t you see the sign?”

“I s-saw it, B-but I thought I could handle it, I wanted to see what it was like, I wanted to be free!”

Bruce planted a hard <SLAP> on Lindy’s bottom. Lindy screamed, “What did you do that for? You can’t hit me! Let me down.”

Bruce swatted her again, “I Intend <SLAP> to teach you <SLAP>that freedom <SLAP>  doesn’t mean<SLAP> you can do whatever you want. <SLAP><SLAP><SLAP><SLAP>” Bruce scolded as he spannked.amanda-stanton-in-bini-at-a-beach-in-cancun-10-15-2016_3

“Hey!” Lindy screamed back resisting his spannking, “how dare you!<SLAP> oww. Let me down! <SLAP> oww. You have no right to <SLAP> owwwwww hit me! <SLAP> Whaaaa. I’m gonna call the <SLAP> owwww cops, I don’t ever want to <SLAP> owwww see you <SLAP> agaiiinnnn whaaaaaa!”

“Lindy, <SLAP><SLAP><SLAP> I love you <SLAP>too much <SLAP> to not get this important message <SLAP>through to you. <SLAP>your disobedient, free spirit almost <SLAP>got you killed! <SLAP><SLAP><SLAP>. I don’t care <SLAP> if I go to jail, <SLAP> you’re worth it <SLAP> to me if I could just <SLAP> help <SLAP> you <SLAP> to <SLAP> learn<SLAP><SLAP><SLAP>!”

Bruce Spannked and Lindy fought until all her fight was gone. Finally submitting to Bruce she lay limply over his shoulder and wailed. amanda-stanton-in-bni-in-cancun-mexico_5Bruce suddenly realized what he had done. Now he’d really blown it. If he didn’t end up in jail, she’d certainly never see him again. But he did have to admit, it’d felt good. His sassy girl had needed a good tanning for a long time. And now that she was crying submissively over his shoulder, he felt a great sense of love and protectiveness well up inside him toward her, as he carried her limp sobbing body to a sand bar.

He put Lindy up on the safe sand bar and braced for her on-slot of wrath.Amanda-Stanton_-Bini-2016--25 Instead she sat there on the sand deep in thought. Finally she smiled meekly at him, “Thank you for saving me, hon!” She said softly, “I-I guess I was pretty stupid huh?”Amanda-Stanton_-Bii-2016--42



Bruce was shocked at her change of attitude. “I-I’m sorry I Spannked you, Lindy, I was just so, so–”

“Don’t be,” Lindy interrupted, “I deserved it, In fact I’ve realized I’ve deserved a lot of spannkinggs since we met. I like a man who is strong enough to put me in my place….” Lindy’s voice trailed off and she looked down at the water.  “I guess what I’m saying,” Lindy continued very deliberately, “is that I’ve realized that I can’t do it all on my own, I do need a man, and I want that man to be you. I want you to love me, guide me, protect me and discipline me. I am ready to settle down and only then will I be really free.”

Lindy moved in for a long kiss, “Bruce, will you marry me?”


“Hey, I’m supposed to ask that question!” Bruce laughed.

“Well then hurry up and ask, ’cause I’m ready to say yes!” Lindy smiled.

Bruce got down on one knee in the water, gazed up into Lindy’s bright eyes. He saw a peace and joy there that he’d never seen before. “Lindy Ann, Will you marry me?”

“YES!!!” Lindy screeched, leaping into Bruce’s strong arms. “Yes, Yes, Yes a thousand times yes. I want to be yours, I want to submit to you and obey you. I need your strong arms to protect me. YES, YES I’ll marry you!”amanda-stanton-in-bini-in-cancun-mexico_11

They had an incredible moment there by the sand bar. Finally Bruce said, “I think we should get back to shore now.”

“Oh Bruce,” Lindy said helplessly, “I’m scared to go through all that water by myself, I need a strong man to get me safely to shore, please carry me.”

Bruce Chuckled, “Ok Hon,” Bruce turned his back to Lindy, “Hop on!”


And Bruce carried his sweet Fiancee, on his back all the way to shore. When they were safely back on shore, Bruce put her down and put his arm around her tenderly as the walked slowly toward their hotel, each silently lost in their own thoughts.


Finally Lindy broke the silence, “Bruce?”

“Yes hon?”

“I-Meant what I said back there in the sea, About needing a strong man to care for me, guide me and discipline me. And I know that I can be a stubborn and free spirited. But I don’t want  that anymore, I want to submit to you, and please you, and obey you. B-but I don’t think I can do that on my own. I need your help. Promise me that you will not let me get by with disobedience or stubbornness or any of that stuff.  I don’t wants to do that but I know I will–and–and if I do… Promise me, Bruce, I mean this with all my heart, Promise me that you will put my over your knee and spannk me soundly just like you did out there in the ocean, ok?” Lindy looked at Bruce with pleading eyes.

“Are you sure you know what you’re asking for?” Bruce asked, “If I were to spank you every time you acted up you’d be over my knee constantly!”

“I-I know, and I d-don’t really want to be spannked, b-but I NEED to be. So yes, every time I act up I want you to spankk me and do it soundly, Even if I protest or resist, spaank me anyway! ok? Promise.”

“Ok, Lindy, I promise,” Bruce said giving her a playful swat on her bottom. Lindy smiled and they walked together in comfortable silence back to their hotel.


Epilogue: Bruce had been right about Lindy’s need for discipline, Her life long bad habits came naturally.  In fact, They had not been back in the hotel for an hour before Lindy found herself crying over Bruce’s knee. The next morning started with a sound spannking and didn’t end until she’d made the trip over his knee 3 more times. She begged and pleaded with him not to spannk her so hard, but he just reminded her that she was the naugghty girl and he was her disciplinarian, it was his job to decide how hard she needed to be spaanked, not hers. and after each spankking, as Bruce held her in his strong arms, Lindy would look admiringly into Bruce’s eyes and whisper, “Thank you, dear, that was exactly what I needed.”