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Mama Said

Mon, 07 Jul 2025 20:01:40 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: "Cass, stop, please!" "Sorry, Marissa. Mama said she wants your butt washed before bed. If you just took your bath like a good girl and let me scrub your bum, it'd be over already." "That's embarrassing! This isn't fair!" "Well now you've done it. Mama said if you don't cooperate, she wants that butt spanked first and then washed." "What!! I'm too old for a spanking! I'll take the bath! I'll take the bath!" "Well you still fit across my lap, so I'm gonna bust your butt for a little bit and then we will see if you comply."

Dirty Girls 2

Mon, 07 Jul 2025 19:37:25 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: When daddy finished with Maddie, he sent her to the house. Mama would be waiting there for her, ready to take her to the bath, and probably land a few of her own swats to the girl's red behind. As soon as Maddie went running back to the house, daddy turned around to look for Chloe. His paternal instincts were kicking in hard. He could simply sense the naughty butt hiding somewhere in the foliage. He looked low and high through the area. She held her breath as he got closer. Her bum tingled, feeling his presence approaching. She turned to check the soles of her feet. Maybe they weren't that dirty. Maybe daddy wouldn't spank her after all. She frowned when she saw the bottoms of her feet covered in dirt. She quietly began trying to wipe some of it off when she heard the plant above her rustling. "Gotcha" daddy said as he grabbed her by the collar of her dress and lifted her out of the brush. He walked over to a stone platform next to the house. Chloe was the eldest of the sisters, and she knew better than to expect to get out of trouble. But that didn't stop her from whining about how unfair it was that she was going to get punished just for going outside without shoes. Daddy sat down and hoisted her over his lap and briefly inspected the soles of her feet. He was not happy with what he saw. She could see the anger in his face. She knew she was going to get a good, hard spanking on her bare behind. A moment later, her dress and panties were moved out of the way, leaving her naughty pale cheeks sticking in the air. "Please daddy I'm too old for-" WHAP!!!!!! The spanking had begun. Her sassy cheeks burned under the rapid spanks. Back in the house, Maddie and mama paused to listen to the sound of Chloe getting her bare butt blistered.

Dirty Girls

Mon, 07 Jul 2025 19:24:46 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: Chloe and Maddie were not allowed to engage in what was deemed 'unladylike behavior.' This included all kinds of things. Swearing, fighting, talking back, speaking out of turn. One thing Maddie and Chloe were not allowed to do was go outside barefoot or get dirty. It was absolutely shameful for a girl to do so. But Chloe and Maddie were naughty girls. They constantly misbehaved, and often got caught. Today they went off to play in the woods nearby without even letting anyone know. And they went without their shoes. Mama saw this from her balcony, and ran to find daddy. Daddy, upon hearing what was happening, stormed out to find the two little brats. He marched out into the woods. The girls heard him coming and fled. He chased them to a clearing. He was way too fast for them. His legs were much longer than theirs. First he caught Maddie. She was the youngest and always got her spankings first. She whined, argued, pleaded, and pouted as he forced her over his knee and bared her naughty behind. She knew exactly what was coming next. She was a very naughty girl and spent a lot of time over daddy's knee. She hated spankings. They were always, without exception, delivered bare butt in her house. And daddy always made her stick her butt up for the punishment. She could feel his gaze on her naughtiest, most private areas. He began smacking her upturned rump. She began crying immediately. Chloe hid behind a tree nearby, too tired to run any further. She listened to her sister get her butt busted, amused but also very nervous that she would be getting hers soon if daddy found her when he finished with Maddie.

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Group Chat

Mon, 07 Jul 2025 02:58:02 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: You caught your girl making some tall claims in the group chat made of her and a bunch of her friends. Essentially the picture she was painting was that you were an emasculated doormat and that she ran the show around here. You decided to paint a much different, more honest picture of the situation for them.

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Birthday Wishes

Mon, 07 Jul 2025 01:53:56 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: Birthday spankings were a big deal in her country. A girl refusing her birthday spanking was seen as a huge party pooper, bordering unacceptable rudeness. In some families, girls could get away with refusing. Hers was NOT like that. Hers was the kind where they would carry the birthday girl back to the living room and bend her over the chair, and maybe use a belt if she didn't take her licks. In some families, girls just got a couple light-hearted swats on the bum. Hers was NOT like that. They had Uncle Ron. Ron was a huge man. Other men thought he was huge. Next to Emily, he looked like an absolute giant. He literally knelt down to talk to her. And no one spanked harder or with more enthusiasm than he did. He knew he was strong, and he liked to make every girl's special day a little more intense. Every time her birthday was about to roll around, Emily would ask her mom if Uncle Ron was going to be there, and beg mom not to invite him. These requests were shot down immediately. Mom would gasp at the audacity of the mere idea of not inviting everyone's favorite Uncle Ron to the party. "You just want to get out of your spankin'. Not happening, missy!" Mom would laugh. Once the party started, Emily would be having a great time. She loved having her friends and family all together, mingling and laughing. She couldn't wait to open presents and eat cake. But every time she caught a glance of Uncle Ron, she remembered what she still had coming, even though she would internally coach herself to relax, that she was way too old for that now. Still, just the sight of him or mention of his name made her bum tingle in anticipation of baring in front of everyone. But eventually, a few hours into the party, mom would bring out the dreaded spanking chair. It usually lived in the basement, where Emily and her sister were taken for real punishment spankings. But during birthdays it made the journey up to the living room, so everyone could see the birthday girl get her butt lit up. Emily saw mom coming up the stairs from the basement. She saw the chair in mom's hands as she struggled to make it around the corner with it. She got up and tried to excuse herself to her room. Maybe it wasn't too late to make a run for it. She could probably climb down from her window. She spun around to speed walk to the stairs. But standing right in her way was a mountain of a man. Like a brick wall she had no chance of getting through. She yelped as he grabbed her by the arm. "No chance babydoll. Wouldn't want you to miss your birthday spankin'!" he laughed as he dragged her to the living room. Uncle Ron didn't like escape attempts and he was going to lay it on extra hard today. He needed to make an example out of her. He couldn't let any of the other girls at the party get any ideas.

Walking In

Mon, 07 Jul 2025 01:20:46 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: You were hanging out at your cousin's place. You left to go get some snacks at the convenient store around the corner. You walked back, reading the ingredients on your chips, wondering if the preservatives were bad for you, not knowing that during this time, your uncle had gotten a call from your cousin's school, informing him of her recent class skipping. When you got to the door, you could hear crisp swats and feminine yelps muffled through the door. You paused for a moment in disbelief. Your heart began to race. You knew your cousin got butt whoopings. Or at least you thought you remembered hearing her get one many years ago. You had fantasized about her still getting them now, but would never have imagined that to actually be the case. And you certainly never thought you would be lucky enough to witness one. Uncle Steve was very athletic, to put it mildly. And he was a strict man who didn't put up with a lot. The last thing you wanted was his anger directed at you. All you needed was one glimpse to burn into your memory forever. But how were you going to pull this off? You could climb on the garage. No, no, that wouldn't get you a good view of her room. It sounded so similar to the last time you heard her get it. There was no mistaking it now. The memory came back, stronger than ever. Madison kicking Grandma's dog. Uncle Steve yelling and dragging her to the other room. The way she yelped in pain now was almost identical to back then. The swats became harder and more rapid. This was probably the finale, and you were missing it, again. You needed to do something. Ah. An idea came into your mind. You put your ear buds in, and turned on some music. You opened the door and walked inside. The sound of the spanking was way louder in here, and you could easily hear it over your headphones. But they wouldn't know that. You walked up the stairs. SMACK "owie!" SMACK "daddy please no!" Your cock grew hard. you hid it with your waistband and baggy t-shirt. You took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled. You grabbed the door knob and opened the door. It took every ounce of will power you had to keep from smiling at the beautiful sight, and keep your face looking like you were surprised and awkwardly uncomfortable. In front of you was your cousin's bare red butt, upturned compliantly over her daddy's knee. She strained to comply with her punishment, but years of butt whoopings taught her this was by far the best option for her. This is what you came for. You mentally recorded every jiggle of her butt, the way she obediently laid over his knee, the texture of her squeals and screams. For those few seconds, you etched it into your memory with machine-like focus. Hearing something, she looked back over her shoulder. Her eyes widened in horror. "Ohmigosh!!! Daddy!! Daddy stop!!!" She tried to stand up and reach back to cover her butt with dress. "Oh, uhm, my bad," you said convincingly as you removed one of your ear buds, your music still blaring from them, "I, uh, didn't hear you. I probably should've knocked..." "Get out you idiot!" Madison shouted. She clearly thought the whooping would be over now that someone had seen her naked rear end, humiliating her infinitely. But either way she wanted you out of that room so she could try to pretend the last few minutes never happened. "It's okay, have a seat," Uncle Steve said as I grabbed Madison's hands and held them up away from her dress. She gasped and struggled in vain to free her hands from his grip. He grabbed the hem of her dress with his other hand and lifted it up, revealing once again her plump behind, which was burning red from the thorough spanking and still bare, with her white cotton panties pulled below her cheeks. "Daddy! What are you doing! Stop!!" she shrieked, squirming harder to free her trapped arms, wiggling her exposed hiney. "As you can see, We're sort of in the middle of something. I guess you're already here, so you may as well learn a thing or two. This is how you deal with a girl who skips class. If you ever have a daughter this will be useful for you. Watch and learn little man."

Class President

Sun, 06 Jul 2025 22:52:22 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: Fiona had won the election for class president. Things at school had gotten way out of hand with misbehavior, and Fiona was elected as the tough on crime candidate. All the hoops she had to jump through, and the wheels she had to grease- it was all about to pay off. She was finally in a position to crack down on naughty behavior. For a long time, naughty girls had gotten away with bribing or intimidating their way out of disciplinary measures. Cigarette use was through the roof, with a large group of girls bringing them to school for sale. Bullying was rampant. So was theft. Everyone knew how bad things were, and they were getting worse every day. Fiona campaigned on a wide ranging platform, but it was obvious there was a primary issue. Her campaign's slogan, "bring the strap back," was not figurative speech. Her party was calling for the full restoration of corporal punishment, including bare butt spankings. Currently a rule was still on the books allowing a girl to be punished with a ruler on her palm up to three times, but this was a far cry from Fiona's vision, and it was almost never used due to the corruption in the old administration. But today was a new day. Everyone stayed up the night before to watch the results roll in. Everyone expected a tight race, and for Fiona's rival, a girl who epitomized the corrupt status quo, to eek out a slim victory. But Fiona won in a landslide, demonstrating how sick and tired most of the students had become with the terrible state of things. Fiona secured 87% of the votes, with 9% going to her main opponent, and 4% going to various others. This was a mandate to rule with an iron fist, or, rather, a leather belt. Fiona strode confidently into school the day after the election with Matilda, her top henchgirl and most ardent supporter. Matilda was a die-hard believer in the movement, and had already cracked a few eggs making this omelette. The tension was thick. Would Fiona and her cronies go through with it, and take on the scourge of misbehavior? Or cave under the pressure of the corrupt establishment? After setting up her office, the first task of the day was to deal with the girls who had been written up. The first was Penny Cochran. She had been caught bullying a classmate and was detained with contraband in her bag. Matilda, who had been up all night pulling strings, gave Fiona the good news that she had successfully rammed their emergency disciplinary measures bill through the student parliament with ease before she brought Penny in to the discipline room. Fiona smirked when she saw Penny. She could never prove it, but she was pretty sure Penny stole her phone last year. Matilda also had various bones to pick with Penny. "Well, well," Fiona almost sung, "if it isn't Miss Cochran. Things are going to be different around here. Bend over." Penny shuddered. She was familiar with Fiona's campaign promises, but she assumed that she would change her tune after getting elected, and would drop the charges against Penny immediately after a phone call from her connections. But those connections would not be saving Penny's rear end today. "Wha- what the hell are you talking about??" Penny spat out. "Your butt, Penny. I'm gonna spank it. Now bend over and stick it out and get this over with." Fiona said. "You can't do this! Don't you know who I work for??" Penny gasped. "Oh I know exactly the scum you work for. And they can't do a thing to save your naughty little bum bum today." Fiona smiled, sliding a copy of the school newspaper across the desk, with headlines declaring the passage of the emergency discipline measures act, or the 'bare butt bill' as the press had been calling it. "I have every authority to do this. Now present your behind for discipline or I'll have the authority to escalate this and use a belt." Penny tensed up. She didn't flail or run. There was no sense in doing that. Fiona alone was twice her size and could easily overpower her, and with Matilda the henchgirl there it would be two against one anyway. But she also didn't comply. Fiona sighed, frustrated, and began lifting Penny's skirt above her butt. Fiona grabbed the waistband of Penny's panties and began to yank them down. Penny held the other side of her waistband, fighting to keep the thin cotton shielding her dignity, at least for another moment or two. "You're going to regret this, Fiona. Believe me, this won't end well for you," Penny snarled. Fiona smirked. "Not as much as you're going to regret giving me justification to use my belt."

Results

Sun, 06 Jul 2025 17:26:04 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: Your girlfriend had always been interesting. When you hung out over the weekend, she hadn't told you she snuck out. Not until you dropped her off afterwards and she told you to roll up slowly with the lights off. She kissed you goodbye and then ran off to a window she had left open. You watched her climb sneakily as you slowly pulled off. Once you reached the end of the block and put your lights back on, you could faintly make out the sound of shouting in the distance. When you saw her at school on Monday, you asked why she hadn't been responding to your texts. She told you she won't have her phone for a while because she's grounded. Surprised, you asked how she got caught and what happened. She told you she had something to show you later, and that she'd be by your house at 5 in the evening. 5 came and went, and it was almost 7 by the time you heard a tapping on your window. She came inside and apologized for taking so long and explained she had to trick her mom into thinking she had to be at school late. You asked what she wanted to show you. She said she wanted to show you what happened the other night. That you might find it interesting. She had you close your eyes for a moment. You heard rustling of clothes and then her voice: 'okay, open your eyes.'

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Holding It Back

Sun, 06 Jul 2025 16:28:57 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: Stephanie's step-daddy was jacked. And he was not afraid to spank her little behind hard when she got out of line. He only ever had to spank with his hand because he was so strong that Stephanie would be screaming and crying from the first swat to about five minutes after the whooping stopped and the burning pain finally started to subside into a smolder. He was very protective and kind otherwise, treating her like a princess most of the time, but if she did something that warranted a butt busting, it felt like she was being handled by a gorilla. Every spanking started on her skirt. And it would already make her cry. Then he would pause give her a chance to apologize. If her apology was enough to cover her misbehavior, he would let her go. But this almost never happened. Usually he decided she needed the second round, which meant putting her back over his knee and giving her the same dose again but with her skirt lifted. Spankings on her panties like this were the most common. They would make her flail and scream. The whole neighborhood could hear her shrieking and his hand raining down on her butt. The burning across her behind would throb into a naughty, forbidden excitement in her core, a mingling, morphing, and spreading of sensations that began with the commencement of the spanking, and heightened greatly after the lifting of her skirt. She was always terrified at the idea that one day he might notice how wet her panties got during these punishments. He would pause and again give her a chance to apologize. Usually these stuttering, sobbing apologies were enough and she was sent to her room, with her bottom thoroughly sore from the spanks and her ego thorough sore from the humiliation and especially the knowledge that he saw her panty-clad hiney. She would pout and run off to her room, where she would deal with that mingling of sensations privately. But sometimes her behavior was so naughty that even these frantic, tear-filled apologies were not sufficient. Those times, he would shake his head in anger and disappointment and her stomach would flip in horror. She knew that look meant one thing: it was time for a bare butt spanking. He would yank her panties down, removing the last layer of modesty protecting her bottom cheeks, her wet pussy, and her puckered, pink tushy hole from the world, from the cool air, from his piercing gaze. He would bend her back over his knee, thrusting her butt into the air, putting her most private parts even more on display. Then the real spanking would begin. The kind of spanking that a girl doesn't forget. The kind that lets her know that her behavior was absolutely unacceptable and that it will not be tolerated. The kind that reminds her that someone is in charge of her, someone who cares to make sure she acts right. The kind that breaks naughty spirits and leaves a tushy sore for a week and a half. The punishment was far, far more effective. Somehow the pain was far worse, and the psychological impact of having nothing left to protect her naughty bottom, not even a millimeter of white cotton, was immense. His access to her naughtiest, most private parts was absolute, and had absolutely zero dependency on her agreement. In these moments she felt the manifestation of his authority over her, in its most pure form. For these reasons the spanking was not only more effective, it was also more arousing for her. For Stephanie, her bottom was intrinsically erotic. Instinctually she knew there was something naughty about it. Any male attention on her bum would excite her. Any mention of butts, especially her own, would send her into a horny daydreaming that she had a hard time shaking. She also had a very sensitive bottom. And each time his hand connected with it, lightening shot through her nerves, across her bottom, into her core, and through to her brain. The sense of total powerlessness and burning pain in her bum made her gush. The force of the swats and the jiggle of her cheeks vibrated through her. She would try her hardest to think of anything else to prevent the sensations from driving her over the edge. But the experience of her bare bottom getting spanked could not be pushed from her mind. With every ounce of mental energy she had, she fought to hold back the moans that so desperately began bubbling up inside her. She tried to stop squirming and shaking, and clench her cheeks to prevent the delicious vibrations from reaching her core. But with each swat, with each moment of being bare butt over his lap, her will to resist chipped away like marble under a chisel. Slowly, but surely, her female instincts would take over. She spread her knees and lifted her feet. She arched her back, tilting her butt upwards, giving his punishing swats optimal access to send waves of force reverberating inside her. She would begin to grind on his powerful leg slightly. Her nipples would harden and become extremely sensitive to every shift of the fabric of her shirt. The sensation would build dramatically. A great pressure grew inside her slowly. Suddenly it would begin rapidly increasing in intensity. Her pink anus would begin puckering and then contracting tightly. She tried to fight it, knowing that she must be putting on a humiliating show for him. But it was useless. Her tushy hole was completely out of her control now. She would look back over her shoulder, up at him. His face would invariably be painted with a stern, determined expression and a slight smirk at the effectiveness of his disciplinary action. His gaze would invariably be locked on her naughty, upturned butt, which was completely naked for him. And invariably, during this part of the punishment, she was certain, his eyes were fixed on her spasming anus as it forcefully contracted. Seeing him looking down at her tushy hole sent her over the edge. Knowing that she belonged to him, knowing he had complete control over her, knowing that he could bare her butt and make her act this way for him- it was all too much for her to fight the building climax. She could hold it back for quite a while, for minutes that seemed like hours, as she balanced right on the edge, sweating, straining to control herself. But his laser focus on her tight, pink-brown ring of her anus sent her right over. Her brain would flood with pleasure as the moans escaped from her mouth. Her entire body tingled, especially her pelvic area and buttocks. Her inner thighs would be completely soaked. She was wet mess of sweat, tears, drool, and pooling desire. She would ride this rollercoaster a few times before finally laying limp, sobbing softly. Once he saw this, he knew the spanking had been effective, and he was looking at a good girl again.

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Breaking Her In

Fri, 20 Jun 2025 20:27:59 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: Elvira loved her job at the summer camp. Her favorite thing was breaking in a new brat. All the other staff loved to watch a pampered new girl who had never heard 'no' before a judge had sent her to this camp. Emily was exactly that kind of girl. The moment she walked off the bus, everyone could feel it. The attitude in every word. The plump cheeks of her naughty bottom jiggling with every step. Everyone knew it would be a matter of hours, maybe even minutes, before that bottom was doing a new dance over Elvira's lap. But no one dared mention it to her and ruin the afternoon's entertainment. Emily had never been spanked before in her life. But despite her unspanked bottom, she had heard rumors of how they work. From what her friends had mentioned, they involved hard smacks with a hand on the butt, and that the spanker tells the girl getting spanked how many spanks she is getting, like ten, or twenty. Emily would soon find out that here things work a little different. Spankings didn't come with a set number of swats. They could go on for hundreds of swats. Sometimes thousands depending on who was delivering the spanking. Elvira had a reputation for simply spanking until she felt like stopping.

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Attention

Wed, 18 Jun 2025 18:29:14 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: She was warned many times not to come into his room. But the attention she got from doing it became like a game to her. Plus she just loved to flirt with his friends. It annoyed her brother and his one of his friends was legitimately cute. He warned her several times, implying that he would get her punished if she kept it up. But she didn't believe him and kept pushing his buttons. Today in particular she was putting it on. She returned to his room after being shooed away the first time. This time she was wearing the new pink shorts she got, which were so light they were practically see-through, and started flaunting herself indiscreetly. "You know, if you come in here trying to show off your butt for attention like that, I'm telling dad and you know what he's gonna do," her brother started. "Shut UP" she said, shoving him. She couldn't imagine the embarrassment she would feel if her crush knew how she got punished. "Are you serious?" he asked, incredulous that she had shoved him, which was a completely new misbehavior. "Oh, I get it- you don't want Mitch to know how you get it when you get in trouble, is that it?" "I said shut UP" she yelled, punching his shoulder. "You know what, That's just about all I can ignore" he sighed. Finally, her brother had decided to do something about it. He was going to make sure she would be too embarrassed to talk to his friends again. If she wanted to be an attention seeking brat, she would learn how it feels to have an audience watch her get reprimanded. "I think I'll show them exactly what you get when you misbehave." Mitch watched, first in shock, then amusement, then arousal, as the girl's brother shoved her on the bed and rolled her over, with one hand on her back holding her down and one hand beating her little bottom cheeks so hard they glowed through her shorts. She screamed and thrashed, vowing revenge as she tried to turn over or cover her poor spanked bottom. But he proved he could hold her in place and apply a scorching smacking, making her bum red hot. Her mind was forced to recognize he had all the power here. Her butt was completely at his mercy. She began sobbing as she squirmed helplessly. "Maybe I should show him how you really get it" he said. Mitch had no idea what this meant, but the girl knew exactly what the implication was and began begging desperately for her brother to let her keep her shorts up.

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I don't mind

Tue, 17 Jun 2025 15:29:53 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: Alright little miss, you want to talk back, you can go to bed with a red hiney. I don't mind. You think I won't spank your sassy butt? That's it, come here you little brat.

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Uncle Dan

Mon, 16 Jun 2025 22:07:56 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: Briana's mom wasn't exactly a pushover, but she was just a short woman and often tired from work. She had a hard time keeping up with Briana's discipline needs. Her brother dan would help out when he could. He would always be stopping by to help with various handyman tasks on the house, or for family gatherings. He was a very social and funny guy, who enjoyed entertaining others. One way he often entertained the whole family during any kind of gathering was to publicly punish Briana. Briana, being the unruly brat she was, would inevitably act up. The details were always different, but every time there was a crowd, Briana would, eventually, one way or another, grievously act out and cause a problem. Uncle Dan was always waiting for exactly this. Like some kind of wizard, without fail, he would always be right there to catch her doing whatever it was that was naughty. He could just sense it and was always in the right place at just the right moment. He would snatch her up shove her over his knee. The noise of her protests would already be so loud that everyone's attention would be drawn to her and uncle Dan, so there eyes would already be upon them to watch the baring of her bottom. Feeling the cold air across her bum and realizing her bare hiney was on display in front of the entire family, Briana's screaming would escalate. And they would sharpen even further when he began smacking her naked, upturned butt. Uncle Dan's spankings were not like spankings from her mom. Uncle Dan was 6'4. Uncle Dan weighed 240lbs. Uncle Dan worked out. A lot. And she could feel it with every smack on her sensitive tushy. And when she would cry, he often stopped not to comfort her like mom would, but instead, ever the entertainer, he would sarcastically mock her crying before shoving her head back down across his lap and roasting her butt again. Their audience would share a laugh and cheer Dan on as Briana shrieked and squirmed. Sometimes he would stop to talk to the crowd or make Briana say embarrassing things. But he seemingly always returned to busting her butt, in what felt like an eternal loop of pain and embarrassment for her. The nickname he affectionately used for her was freckles. It was his discrete way of reminding her that he had seen her naughty butt upturned and bare over his lap, and that he knew the cheeks of her bottom were covered in as many freckles as the cheeks of her face. He would comment on how cute her freckles were every time he took her panties down for a spanking, and everyone in the room would agree, and she would blush deeply. Whenever he called her freckles, especially in public, that same blush returned as she immediately recalled the feeling of being over his lap with her bottom exposed for punishment.

Big Brother

Mon, 16 Jun 2025 21:32:11 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: Audrey liked winter in general, and the holidays in particular. But when her brother was home from college for the holidays, he was always helping mom with discipline. And he was much stronger than mom. When it was just mom, Audrey could get away with all kinds of nonsense and get a couple swift swats on her clothed bottom. Her brother resented this and tried his best to correct Audrey's course in the time they had during the holidays. He would watch her like a hawk and the second she got out of line, he was all over it. And I mean he was beating that naughty butt like he was getting paid to. Hard. Rapid. Bare bottom. His hand was like fire raging across her backside. Audrey hated how bad it stung but something about the whole situation made it impossible for her to stop thinking about it for a long time after. Audrey's art teacher assigned a bunch of drawing prompts, themed with the upcoming holidays. One prompt was 'what naughty girls get.' Audrey's teacher expected to get a pile of drawings of coal for this one. But this was Audrey's entry. And she wasn't the only girl to turn in something that looked more like this than lumps of coal.

Conversations

Mon, 16 Jun 2025 20:55:09 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: When Ashley misbehaved badly, mom would send her to her step-dad's office to have a 'conversation.' A 'conversation' with her step-dad meant he would make Ashley strip down to her panties and tell him what she did to get sent to his office. Then he would bend her over his left knee and beat her bottom with his huge, strong right hand. Once her bare butt was bright red, he would make her face him and the talk would start. This talk consisted mostly of him lecturing her. He would shame her for her actions, and warn her of how he would punish her butt if she got sent to his office for the same misbehavior again. But every so often he would interrupt his monologuing with a question. These questions were very important. He used them to make sure she couldn't allow her attention to drift from her punishment and his monologue. If she answered incorrectly, her would turn her back over his knee and beat her bare bottom fiercely, and for at least two minutes before letting her back up to make another attempt at choking out the right answer between her sobs. The definition of 'correct' for these answers was very specific. She had to not only answer correctly, but also with the correct wording, and in a sweet, submissive tone. She also needed to end every statement by addressing him as 'daddy.' There were countless occasions Ashley had gotten her butt spanked for not having a sweet tone or wording her answer incorrectly. Sometimes even if she was answering correctly, he would mix hard single swats in to emphasize his points. Ashley hated 'conversations.' She hated that he could make her strip and bend her over. She hated getting her bottom cheeks beat. She hated how he shamed her and made her answer so precisely and pay attention to his lectures. One thing she hated in particular was how, when he made her posture up to speak with him, she could always see, just behind her over her shoulder, her bare butt in the mirror. Her plump tush would, without fail, be somewhere between bright and dark red. And because of the way she was positioned, something else was visible in the mirror. Her most secret of secret openings, her most embarrassing private place, her pinkish-brown puckered anus, was completely exposed, looking back at her in the mirror from between her two fat, spanked cheeks. It winked and puckered uncontrollably due to the complex mix of fear, shame, pain, and sexual arousal. He didn't even need a mirror in his office. She never saw him use it for anything. He barely used the mirror in the bathroom. Her theory was that he got it specifically for this. For 'conversations.' To make sure she would know what he sees when he turns her over to punish her backside. To make sure knows he can see not just her burning red buttocks, but the tight, wrinkled ring of her tushy hole. On days when Ashley had annoyed her particularly, mom would stand outside the door, leaning against the wall, and listen to the conversation. Today was one of those days. She listened as Ashley admitted what she had done. There was a pause. Ashley's step-dad was probably radiating with silent anger. Ashley was going to get a real butt whoopin today. There were a few footsteps followed by a gasp. Next was a very familiar sound. Ashley's quiet begging grew louder for a moment before it was replaced by ear splitting cracks and shrieking. This went on for a few minutes and then paused. Ashely sobbed and the lecturing started. It went on for several minutes, with an occasional loud spank followed by a yelp and then more lecturing. The first round of questions began. D: "Who's your daddy?" A: "You are, daddy" D: "And who is my girl?" A: "I am, daddy" D: "Are you a good girl or a naughty girl?" A: "Naughty girl, daddy. A very naughty girl" D: "And what does that mean?" A: "It means I have a naughty butt, daddy" D: "And what do naughty girls with naughty butts get?" A: "Spankings. Bare butt spankings." There was a pause. Ashely realized she had forgotten to say "daddy." A: "I mean, spankings, daddy! I'm sorry daddy! I didn't-" But Ashley's voice was interrupted by a loud crisp smack as her step-dad's palm bit into the jiggling mass of her upturned butt cheek. This was followed by a rapid succession of crisp smacks and Ashley howling. Mom sighed and smiled, feeling grateful. The naughty girl's screams were delightful music to her ears. She loved knowing she could rely on her husband for help. She loved knowing that Ashley's burning red bottom would be way too sore to sit down for the next three days. And she loved knowing that she wouldn't have to deal with any sassy attitude out of Ashely for that time.

Drawing Assignment 2

Mon, 16 Jun 2025 18:43:58 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: Drawing Assignment submitted by Bobby Marlen Prompt: "Draw how everyone gets ready for bedtime at your house." "My sister needs her temp taken every night. She always throws tantrums and says no when she sees the thermometer. So dad spanks her butt and then puts the thermometer in it. I think its funny that they spank her butt."

A Proper Apology

Mon, 16 Jun 2025 18:21:28 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: Penny's mommy married a man from a distant country. He worked in tech. Though wealthy from innovating within his field, culturally he was very conservative. Penny's mommy had previously held some very modern ideas about discipline, and was not very strict at all. When they all moved in together and Penny's new daddy saw how she was misbehaving and treating her brother, he immediately concluded that the current approach was not viable, and let Penny's mommy know that there would be new discipline methods. Penny's reign of tantrum terror was over. Now were the days of what her new daddy called 'A Sincere Female Apology.' What this consisted of was first the female in question getting stripped and spanked bare butt. Secondly, with her shirt raised, she had to present her spanked rear to the person she wronged, spread so her anus was completely exposed. Lastly, she would admit what she did, apologize profusely, and beg forgiveness. If the offended party was satisfied, she would be let up. If not, the spanking would continue. Needless to say, for the first few months, it was a near-daily occurrence that everyone would gather to watch Penny get spanked and forced to apologize with her bottom on display. And needless to say, her brother very often found her apologies to be lackluster, and in need of additional rounds over daddy's knee.

How He Handles Her

Mon, 16 Jun 2025 17:44:38 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: "This is a drawing of my sister Emma and her boyfriend Mike. Sometimes they get into arguments. She likes to argue a lot but he knows how to handle her."

Drawing Assignment

Mon, 16 Jun 2025 15:25:43 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: Audrey Klipburn's submission for art class drawing assignment #4. Prompt: "How punishments work in your household" Grade: A+

Old School

Mon, 16 Jun 2025 15:13:16 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: It's just the way things are around here. All that lily-livered hippy mumbo jumbo didn't fly. No one cares what the big city people think. No one cares what some psychology grad student thought. Out here they had a tried and true cure for girls who talk back or disobey. It was called butt whippin'. And it was applied very, very effectively in darn near every single household that dotted these beautiful hills. That's not to say there was never an instance of a girl trying to debate her daddy while getting hauled over his knee, citing this or that psychology journal, feminist blog, or big city news media. It's just that the only difference this ever made is that her bottom would be a bit more sore for the next few days.

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Naughty Nightclub

Mon, 16 Jun 2025 14:50:26 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: She wasn't oblivious about what she was getting herself into when she picked up a job at Naughty Nightclub. It was a very high paying job at a cutting edge club that all kinds of powerful, rich, and famous people partied. So tons of girls in the area and well beyond wanted to work there. But there were definitely rumors. Rumors about that the management was very strict with the girl. Rumors that girls would get punishments. And rumors whispered quietly between suppressed horny giggles that these punishments were given to girls on their bare bottoms. And she honestly didn't mind that idea at all. She had been spanked her whole life growing up. Mom, dad, grandparents, uncles, aunts, babysitters, teachers, principals, coaches. Her butt was no stranger to spankings, and as much as she found it painful when her mom applied the wooden spoon, she wouldn't mind it at all if it came with the salary this place was offering. The first time was a big surprise for her though. In her experience, a spanking is a private, intimate matter that involves a girl being punished far away from prying eyes or ears. That is not how things worked at this nightclub. On her first day, she was a little nervous about these rumors, but nothing happened. So on the second day, in typical female nature in the absence of consistent discipline, she immediately got comfortable and talked back to the manager. A moment later she found herself getting spanked in front of the whole club. Despite the pounding music, the sound of a wide leather strap connecting with her plump ass and her yelping in response cut through between the kicks and snares. Most people watched, but no one seemed even surprised. Some people glanced over and then returned to whatever they were doing, as if the spectacle of her squirming red bottom and kicking feet was completely normal. Another aspect that differed from her understanding of what 'spanking' meant was how it was handled after the fact here. In her mind, after a spanking, a girl gets sent to a corner for ten minutes to calm down and think about her behavior. Here, it meant getting right back to work nude, with her bum on display, plugged and red from spanking, eliciting pats, swats, and pinches from all the patrons as she walked by.

A Helping Hand

Mon, 16 Jun 2025 14:28:03 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: Mommy was having a hard time getting Chloe to listen. Chloe used to listen, but that was a long time ago. Back when Mommy could hold her down and put a spanking across her behind. Now Chloe was too much for her to control. Daddy hadn't seen much of this, being busy at work. One day at the park, Chloe saw some ducks. She began climbing over the side of a bridge and over some rocks, down to ducks. "Chloe that's dangerous, don't climb on that!" Mommy called. Chloe simply ignored her. Daddy was confused. "Does she not hear you?" he asked. "She hears, she just never listens. She knows she's too big for me to punish her anymore," Mommy admitted. Daddy was not amused by this. He was a stoic man, and tried not to show it. But he was pissed. Daddy climbed over the side of the bridge, reached down, and grabbed Chloe. She protests and kicked as he carried her over to a bench with Mommy following close behind. He had Mommy sit down and then sat down himself before putting Chloe across both their laps. Chloe screamed and wailed. This was humiliating. She was too old for spankings, especially in public. But her screaming and wailing only drew more eyes to her rear end as daddy lifted the back of her dress. Mommy looked at Daddy. "Oh dear, do you really think spankings will work for her, at this age?" Daddy nodded. "Think about how often she disregards what you tell her." Mommy looked back inwardly, over the last few weeks, and the countless instances of disrespect. Chloe had turned into a little brat. And it was time to do something about it. "You're right. This needs to be done. And it needs to be done right." Mommy declared, grabbing Chloe's waistband and yanking her little panties down. As the cotton slid down her thighs and the cool spring breeze invaded the space between her jiggling cheeks, Chloe yelped indignantly. Mommy began beating Chloe's little bottom with determination, making her scream even more. All the people in the park looked on, enamored and amused with the display of loving maternal correction, many of them commenting on Mommy's speed and accuracy, or the adorable plumpness of Chloe's behind. Chloe squirmed and swore at her mother and demanded release over and over. After a few minutes of hard spanking, Chloe's bare bum was a fiery red. Her swearing and yelling subsided, replaced first with silence from Chloe, and then with crying. Chloe was transforming back into a good girl. Mommy began spanking with hard, slow smacks along the sit spots of Chloe's upturned rump. Chloe would yelp as the smack connected with her seat, and then return to quiet sobbing until the next smack came. After just a few of these, Chloe relented. "I'm sorry mommy, I was naughty for not listening to you. That was wrong. I deserve this spanking." Mommy was shocked to hear this. It had been so long since she had heard the sound of sweet obedience from Chloe. She could not believe that all it took to fix what seemed like an insurmountable and ever-worsening problem was to turn the girl over and smack her behind. She would never make the mistake of trying to deal with this on her own again. From now on, she would be enlisting daddy's help as soon as Chloe refused a punishment, and making sure Chloe didn't ever go too long without a good, hard, bare bottom spanking.

Putting up a Fight 2

Thu, 12 Jun 2025 07:24:35 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: When it came to givin' his girl a spankin' papa didn't play around. It was always bare butt. No negotiations. It was inevitable that her bottom would be naked and red if he decided that to be necessary. But she still did everything she could to make it as difficult as possible.

Putting up a Fight

Thu, 12 Jun 2025 07:13:25 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: When daddy decided it was time for her bottom to be spanked, there was no way out. But that didn't mean she wouldn't make a fuss. She would take her spanking, but not without one hell of a fight.

Please

Thu, 12 Jun 2025 05:34:19 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: The college wasn't willing to admit them unless they had a local father figure to enforce discipline at home. They finally found someone willing to sign the contract for the role. Just the contract wasn't enough though. They had to be able to proved they were punished sufficiently at home any time the college sent a referral home for discipline. They desperately hoped that their new caretaker would be willing to give them proper consequences so they could continue their attendance at the prestigious university.

Embers Glow 2

Thu, 12 Jun 2025 05:10:41 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: Ember was shocked that her father not only finally saw through her act, but also some how grew a pair and was giving her butt a real blistering. He was really swinging for the fences. She had fully dropped the little angel act now. As she squirmed and squirmed, she screamed obscenities and threats at him. He stared down with determination and quiet rage, watching the naughty bottom change from white to pink, pink to red, red to crimson. As the fire continued building in her behind, panic set in for Ember. She flailed wildly but it did absolutely nothing to delay, let alone prevent, the next spank from coming down. And the next one. And the next one. Her lower lip began to tremble as her angry screams grew hoarse. Her helplessness was starting to set in. Her utter powerlessness to stop daddy from smacking her sore buttocks over and over. The sheer difference in strength and power between them. His ability to force her into this humiliating position, expose her most intimate part, and deliver chastisement across it regardless of how much she fought. One smack- out of all the thousands of smacks she received across her rude little ass that day- one particular smack finally pushed her back into reality, into the realization that not only did daddy have the power to do that to her, he had the authority and the responsibility to. The reality sunk in hard: she was getting a spanking and she deserved it. Her screams turned into genuine sobs. She continued to squirm but in a much more subdued way now. Her sobs were mixed with babyish pleading and sincere apologies. Instinctively, the conquered female raised her hips, arching her back slightly, and offering up her already-red bottom, knowing that she was a bad girl and needed a spanking. Finally daddy let her up. She sobbed, hopping from one foot to another, rubbing her tender tush. She expected a hug at best, or to be sent to the corner at worst. Instead, daddy was just pointing at the bed. She looked at him, confused. "Get on the bed. On your tummy," daddy commanded. "Wha-what?" Ember stuttered. There was no way he planned to punish her more. Her entire bottom was literally glowing already. "Your mother would like to have a word with you," he said.

Embers Glow

Thu, 12 Jun 2025 04:51:38 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: The personality of an elf is greatly influenced by the name they are given. Her parents had named her Ember, hoping to instill a spunky spirit that reflected their passionate way of living. They got much more than they bargained for. From the beginning, Ember was a feisty, naughty girl. And she had an obsession with fire. Often she was caught playing with matches. Constantly she would talk back. She was a total daddy's girl. And that's what kept her from being punished sufficiently, or sometimes even at all. Her mother would beg daddy to punish her, and sometimes he would. But she would put on the waterworks and do her best to manipulate her way out of the situation. Her mother understood females and their behinds, as she was a female herself. She knew the light pats her husband would lay down were not sufficient to bring out real tears, let alone curb bad behavior. She begged daddy to use a strap, like the one she had grown up with, but he was a softy, a doormat. One day, daddy came downstairs to enjoy his morning coffee. He did a double take as something caught his eye out the window. Smoke from behind the garden shed. There was a loud bang and great ball of fire plumed into the air. He ran out and found Ember. She had been playing with matches, gasoline, and other solvents from the garage. She was trying to douse the fire with a garden hose. The little explosion had severely damaged the side of the garden shed, destroying tons of daddy's tools and projects. He ordered her inside and put the fire out himself. He braced the remaining structure of the garden shed. As he cleaned up the soggy rubble of his projects, he found something that sparked an idea. A thick, leather strap with the end split into three loops, that he often used for sharpening shears. Usually when Ember had been naughty, and his wife wouldn't let up about it, daddy would sulk his way into Ember's room, talk to her about the misbehavior, give her bare behind a few measured swats with his palm while she did her dramatic performance, and then give her a prolonged hug and leave. Today was different. Today, he walked into the house, marched into the kitchen where his wife was, and slammed the strap down on the table. His wife turned to see her husband, fuming mad. She was about to ask what was the matter when she saw the strap. Her bottom cheeks clenched instinctively. It was the same style her own father used. "You've finally come to your senses," she smirked. "She's really done it this time. She caused an explosion. Busted the shed halfway down. She could've seriously hurt herself. I want you to take this strap and light her little bottom up this time. I can't bear doing it, her sobbing always breaks my heart." he requested. "You can't be serious darling," his wife laughed, "let me show you something." He followed her up the stairs. She turned back to him and said "shh... quietly." They silently approached the door to Ember's room. He looked at his wife with concerned confusion. She pointed at the keyhole. He crouched down and looked inside it. Inside, Ember was practicing her performance in front of her mirror. She huffed and puffed and worked up a few tears in the corner of her eyes. She lifted the back of her dress and lowered her panties, looking back over her shoulder at her plump tush in the mirror. She knew she had an adorable bottom and she took advantage of this as often as possible. To get attention, mercy, favors, you name it. "I'm sorry daddy, did I burn down your little shed?" she said in a sarcastically sweet voice, wiggling her bottom and watching it jiggle in the mirror. "Oh no, are you going to give my little tushy a spanking? I'm sooooo sorry" she laughed, patting her backside. She was gleeful at the knowledge that she had daddy wrapped around her fingers. "Ugh I'm so glad he's a pushover" she said as she tousled her hair. He opened the door slowly. Ember yelped and spun around when she noticed him, hurriedly lowering her dress. Usually she heard his heavy footsteps well before he reached her door. She immediately launched into her manipulative performance, feigning great guilt over her behavior. She had rehearsed all of this before, of course. She alternated rapidly between flattery, apology, and self-pity. She paused for a moment. Something was off. Usually she could expect him to be comforting her and patiently explaining expectations to her while he pet her hair. Ember looked up at daddy and saw his face, contorted and red. His eye twitched slightly. He was silent, but there was something boiling under the surface. "Um, Daddy?" she stammered out as he walked over to her, towering over her. He picked her up roughly and carried her under his arm. Surely her act would still get her out of any serious punishment. She was still confident in that. He placed her over his lap as he sat down. She squealed as he skipped over any kind of discussion straight to baring her butt. She launched back into her performance. "I'm sorry I was a naughty girl, daddy. I didn't mean to burn down your shed" she said sweetly, wiggling her bottom. "I promise I won't do it again. But I understand if you think I need some spankies." There was no response. An awkward moment of silence lingered. Just then a deafening crack split the silence. An explosion of hot pain jolted across Ember's upturned bottom and through her body to her brain. Ember shrieked at the pain and shock, barely maintaining the sweet voice she usually used in any interactions with daddy. "YeeEOW!!! Daddy! What are you doing!" The jolt of pain subsided into a warm throbbing just as another searing smack was delivered to her other cheek. "What the hell Daddy! You're HURTING me!" Her real voice, her brat voice was starting to shine through. The next few smacks continued with a slow steady pace, with similar force and through similarly indignant protests. Ember began squirming. Her hands tightly gripped his leg and the chair. Her legs kicked behind her as if doing the butterfly stroke. Ember was stunned at this turn of events. Daddy was supposed to be her doormat. He existed to serve, protect, and pay for her. She couldn't believe he had the nerve to hurt her perfect, delicate, little hiney. She was a princess. And this was no way to treat a princess. She looked back over her shoulder and saw her mother watching from the doorway. "You.... you're making him do this! You old hag!" she spat at her mother. "What did you just say to my wife?" Daddy snarled. Ember had never heard him speak like this. Suddenly, the spanks began raining down rapidly, with little concern for if they landed on her chubby bum cheeks or her thighs. She screamed in pain, flailing. She thrashed and bucked in ways that looked nothing like the rehearsed bum wiggles from her usual performance. The uncontrolled bawling and resulting mess across her face looked nothing like her typical calculated use of tears. He pinned her down and continued applying crispy fire across her deserving backside as she wailed, kicked, and scraped at his legs. It was going to take a lot more than a few minutes of spanking to break this brat and make her see the error of her ways. But daddy still had all day, and mommy still had the strap.

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Maternal

Wed, 04 Jun 2025 03:08:09 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: Mommy absolutely loved spanking Sarah's naughty bottom. There were few things she loved more. There was something magical about catching Sarah when she had been bad, and being able to provide the exact care she needed right across her naughty little backside, as hard as any mommy could. It lifted her spirits to know that she was spanking the bad out of Sarah, to watch Sarah literally become better under the punishment of her hand. Sarah would always be her baby after all, and she loved to purify her sweet girl. Not to mention Sarah's perfect adorable tushy and the way it bounced while she squealed and squirmed. Sarah didn't always get caught, but when she did, she always got a spanking, and the spanking was always delivered to her bare bottom with extreme enthusiasm, without exception.

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Tracked

Tue, 03 Jun 2025 21:25:55 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: Deep in the Ahalian jungle, the small Celesari tribe had exploded into an advanced civilization over the course of just two hundred years. This advancement was fueled largely by imperial expansion, and demanded strict discipline across society, especially for females. Mothers were under great social pressure to make sure they raised obedient daughters. Vaelani woke up to find her daughter Mae had run away from home to explore forbidden parts of the jungle. She had to find the girl before anyone else found out, or it could create a massive scandal for her family. Vaelani tracked the naughty girl for four days, through thick jungle brush. She was headed towards Nahar, the massive waterfall at the top of a mountain which could be seen from the treetops in the jungle valley where they lived. Vaelani found each spot where Mae had set up camp for the night. She was somewhat impressed by the girl's ability to craft cute and durable shelters. But she was critical of what she felt was a diet too rich in sugary fruit, and indicative of the girl's inability to hunt. She shook her head at the girl's stupidity, running into the wilderness, to a region close to enemy lines, just to eat fruit and nuts, when the luxury of life under male rule at home provided an abundance of bread and meat. As she walked through the jungle, Vaelani occasionally snapped a small branch off of a tree and swished it in the air. The thought of whipping her daughter's rear with it helped her cope with the frustration and annoyance. Sometimes she would even bend forward slightly and test the switch against her own backside. Finally, on the fifth day, Vaelani heard Mae singing up ahead. She crouched low, moving slowly, to make sure the girl wouldn't hear her and have a chance to make a run for it. She approached delicately through the brush, and paused for a moment to watch the girl. Mae was nude, bathing in one of the rivers that flowed from the base of the waterfall, which was only another kilometer or two away. Mae whined to herself about how uncomfortable and dangerous the trail had been so far. Vaelani waited behind a tree right next to where Mae had set down her clothes. When the girl came out of the river finally, Vaelani grabbed her by the ear as she bent to pick up her bra. The girl yelped in shock, then in pain, as he mother dragged her by her ear towards a log. "Aii! Mommy! What are you doing here!" she screamed. "Making sure you can't sit down on that naughty hiney for a week before I take you home with me!" her mother declared as she forced the girl over her lap. The Celesari culture knew a thing or two about dealing with misbehaving young females, and Mae knew her mother was not exaggerating. She kicked and flailed as her mother's hand began smacking her plump upturned bottom. "Maeyara I have had it with you! You could've died out here! Don't you ever pull a stunt like this! Ever again!" Vaelani yelled angrily as she beat the two jiggling cheeks as hard as she could, punctuating every word with a crisp smack. For the next ten minutes, all of the animals in the area either watched with amusement or fled in terror in response to the display of human punishment. Mae was no stranger to a good butt spanking. Spankings were an extremely common occurrence for girls in her culture. They even had holidays and feasts dedicated to the punishment of misbehaving girls. But she had never angered her mother this much before. And she also had never been spanked on a wet bottom. Usually her spankings would've been done by now, a minute or two in, and she'd be rubbing her bottom, apologizing, and wiping away a few stray tears. At the moment, she wasn't a fifth of the way done yet, and already a flailing, jiggling mess of tears and incoherent screaming and begging. Vaelani's arms were strong, strong enough to hold Mae down despite the girl resisting as hard as she could. But Vaelani's hands were small, and her daughter had a plump, round bottom. In fact, she had a reputation as having the cutest, plumpest bottom in the Celesari empire. It was going to take a while to thoroughly roast her chubby cheeks to a sufficient pink. Vaelani was loving every moment of it, finally releasing days of anger onto the girl's naughty bare rump. The walk back home was long and arduous. Mae, who usually walked freely in quite immodest clothing without a care, was now acutely aware of how red and visible her bottom was, often walking with her hands behind her, covering it, hoping no one saw them. During the multi-day journey, her mother would often wake up, remember that her daughter risked her life to see a waterfall, and in the process forced her to spend a week and a half walking and sleeping in the wild. With her mother's anger reignited daily, Mae often spent the first minutes of her morning dancing in a circle as her mother whipped her behind with a switch, determined to make sure the girl's bottom stayed bright red for the entire journey home.

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For the Record

Mon, 02 Jun 2025 04:50:56 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: She had been acting like a little brat on social media. And often posting very slutty pictures. This caused a huge scandal when daddy found out. Her terrible actions created a massive embarrassment for the family, and now it was time for her to feel the embarrassment. She had caused everyone to think that her parents must've done a very poor job raising her. He wanted to make sure everyone knew she was being raised properly. He logged into her account and post a video letting everyone see how thoroughly he chastised his naughty daughter for her misbehavior. After a few days, word would get around, and then he would have her delete all of her accounts. She hated knowing that her bare butt was going viral, but it was what she got for posting pictures of her butt for attention on social media. It would be a long time before she had a smart phone or social media account again.

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Run

Fri, 30 May 2025 21:30:38 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: You were hanging out with your friend Alice. Some how she had a huge collection of pastries with her. You didn't really think to ask where she got them, you were more concerned with eating them. The two of you had wolfed down about a dozen of them when someone hollering for Alice could be heard in the distance. Alice suddenly looked panicked. You realized that she must've stolen these pastries. "Hide in that bush," she told you, stuffing the box into your hands. You crouched inside of the bush silently. Alice hid behind a small fence. Everything was quiet for a tense minute or two, everything was still except for a slight breeze shaking the leaves of trees. The sound of someone rustling through the brush slowly overtook the silence. Alice's nanny came stomping around the corner into your view. Alice gasped and crouched lower behind the fence, but it was no use. "There you are you little brat!" she hollered, grabbing Alice by the arm and pulling her up, into the air, over to the other side of the fence. "Where are they?" the nanny demanded. "Where's what?" Alice tried to play stupid, though her face and hands still had bits of the pastries on them. "That's it I've had it with you, young lady!" The nanny shouted as she spun Alice around and flipped up her dress. Alice didn't wear panties so her butt was completely naked now as Alice held her by the arm and began whipping her with the strap. Alice yelped and danced around in a circle. By the time she paused, Alice was sobbing and red in the face from screaming. Her bare bottom throbbed, covered in angry, bright red stripes. The nanny caught her breath. "I'll give you another chance, Alice. Where. Are. They?" Alice, having already been thoroughly thrashed, was starting to regret her naughty behavior, and was thinking of coming clean. But she realized that if the pastries were never found, her nanny wouldn't have any real hard evidence to show to daddy, and daddy was the one she was truly afraid of. "Answer me, young lady!" the nanny demanded. Under the pressure, Alice knew she had to do something. She turned to look at you and shouted "Run for it, Claire! She's got the strap! Run!"

Bare Feet Bare Bottom

Fri, 30 May 2025 20:16:03 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: "How many times have I warned you not to walk around outside barefoot??"

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A Little Help 4

Thu, 29 May 2025 18:34:43 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: Not long after you started dating, Elly began asking you for help disciplining her adult daughter, Samantha. "Bust her butt, just once, please. She doesn't even respect me anymore" she would beg. Samantha was a very, very naughty girl. She would go to all night parties, staying out and doing who knows what, without even calling to say where she was. One day, during an argument, she threw something at her mom. For you, this was the last straw. Doing stupid teenager stuff, partying- all that was bad but you didn't feel it was your place to step in. This, however, was different. Samantha needed to be taught a lesson. You walked into the room to find Elly beginning to cry and Samantha ignoring Elly and scrolling on her phone. "That's about enough of this, Samantha," you said. "Oh honey, thank you so much, she really needs this," Elly said, yanking Samantha off the bed by her ankles, and forcing her to bend over for you. Samantha normally would've fought tooth and nail if it was just her mom. But with you towering over the entire situation, and realizing her butt was in serious danger now, she was frozen, blushing deeply with her butt sticking out. Elly grabbed the hem of Samantha's dress. "Mom!" Samantha yelped, "What are you doing!!" "You know exactly what I'm doing," Elly snapped back at her, "You know all your spankings are bare butt." Samantha's entire face blushed deep red at her mother saying the words 'spankings' and 'bare butt' in front of you, and even moreso at the realization that you were about to see what she was wearing under her dress. "Mom, stop! You can't- I've got my, my- you know!!" she scrambled to find the words to protest without mentioning the dreaded word. "Shut up, Samantha," Elly said, lifting the back of Samantha's dress up, revealing a puffy white diaper. Samantha groaned in humiliation. "You earned this," Elly chided as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of the diaper and yanking it down. Samantha's plump white butt now stuck out at you, demanding to be disciplined. Elly held Samantha's dress out of the way as you began applying your thick leather belt to the underside of her bare butt cheeks.

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A Little Help 3

Thu, 29 May 2025 17:58:48 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: Violet's mother had been warning her all week that if she kept acting up, she would finally give in to your request for permission to discipline her. You had been dealing with Violet's terrible attitude and constant misbehavior for a few years now. By the end of the first week, you had been begging Violet's mother to either do something about the situation or to let you. Violet's mother had always been overly permissive. You succeeded in convincing her to start spanking, but she lacked the strength to teach Violet a serious lesson. One day, Violet's mother had finally snapped and had enough. "You know what," she said, bending Violet over her bed and yanking the girl's pants and panties down, eliciting a yelp, "you keep your naughty little fanny right here and wait for your step father to come home." Violet's heart dropped into her stomach. "But I'm... you can't, I won't, I-" she began to sass. "Don't you dare move or I'll have him use the paddle," her mother promised. You arrived home from work. Violet's mother came to you and explained the situation. You tried to conceal your delight at the opportunity and maintain a solemn exterior as you took off your belt, doubling it in your hands. "Go get her, tiger. Give it to her good for me. She really crossed the line this time," she said. You walked up the stairs, dopamine flowing harder with every step. You opened the door to Violet's room and found her, bent over, pouting like the brat she was, her fat butt sticking out, her virgin anus puckered. She blushed deeply and wiggled her bottom at you. "Well, you gonna spank my butt or what?"

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A Little Help 2

Thu, 29 May 2025 17:18:39 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: You went out for a quick errand. Leaving your girlfriend in charge of Charlotte. You were a bit concerned because Charlotte had woken up in a bad mood again, but how much trouble could she cause in half an hour? You returned home to find that Charlotte had been a huge brat and somehow earned herself a red bottom. But Charlotte was not that much smaller than your girlfriend. And she wasn't going down without a fight. When you entered the door, both ladies looked up at you, one in surprise and fear, the other in frustration and relief. "A little help, please?" your girlfriend asked. You came inside, set down the bag from the store, and smirked as you rolled up your sleeve.

A Little Help 1

Thu, 29 May 2025 17:03:12 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: You: "But I'm sure you can handle it" Her: "I've spanked her three times this week and she keeps acting up and sneaking out. She needs a good butt whoopin. I don't have the upper body strength, look at her bottom, it's barely pink. If this keeps up-" You: "But I'm not sure if it's-" Her: "Please just help me with this. It won't take long." You: "But she's eighteen already, isn't it like," Her: "No girl who lives under her mother's roof is too old for a spankin. If she wants to live her, she is going to follow my rules or get spanked." You: "I'm not even her biological-" Her: "You think her butt can tell whose belt it is? Just whip her naughty little ass already, for goodness sake." You: *Sigh* "Alright, alright. I'll punish her. Make sure you keep her hands up front. Megan, you've been a very naughty girl. I care about you, and your mother has asked me to punish you more thoroughly. This is for your own good. Now stick that naughty little bottom out."

Power Puff Paddled

Wed, 28 May 2025 22:05:38 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: The Professor noticed that discipline duty was taking up tons of his time lately. As any good engineer does in such a situation, he decided it was time to automate.

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Diary Debacle Comic

Wed, 28 May 2025 16:17:15 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: Blossom and Bubbles stole Buttercup's diary and showed everyone at school. Buttercup told on them to the professor. The professor gave Blossom and Bubbles a chance to own up to it and apologize, but they refused. The professor bared their little bottoms and sent Blossom to the corner while he spanked Bubbles. Then he spanked Blossom. Both brats were sent to the corner with red fannies and ordered to spread them. Blossom was talking in the corner and stopped spreading her bum and even got out of the corner to check her phone, so she got a second spanking, extra hard and on both her bum and her thighs. Blossom was sent back to the corner with a red butt and red thighs. This time much more willing to comply. The professor made them both kneel for the remainder of their corner time to make sure they weren't getting up. They both learned a valuable lesson about bullying.

Accountability Bot

Wed, 28 May 2025 15:23:12 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: "You like this?" SMACK "You like gettin your butt whooped?" SMACK "Owiieeeee NO! I hate this! I HATE it! I wish my parents never bought you!" SMACK SMACK SMACK "Well then are you going to keep skipping the college classes they pay for to show off your tush at the beach?" SMACK SMACK "Owieeee no I'll stop skipping I'll stop skipping!" SMACK SMACK SMACK "What are you gonna do instead?" SMACK "Owieee get my tush to class!" "That's right young lady. Now stick it out so everyone can see what happens to naughty girls. I'm going to take those bottoms down in a second" SMACK SMACK "Owiee no please please not bare butt cmon" "You wanted to show off that tushy didn't you? Let's see how confident you feel after this humbling." SMACK SMACK SMACK

Red Head Pink Bottom

Wed, 28 May 2025 04:04:44 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: It was the wrong day to test Daddy's patience. Both girls were in for a 'warm pink butt' as they called them. Not quite as bad as a 'hot red bottom,' but Daddy was going to make sure their attitudes were correctly adjusted. They hated the embarrassment of their bottoms being bared, but they couldn't deny having a warm backside helped them relax and behave.

Raising Concerns

Tue, 27 May 2025 22:47:22 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: Elly's folks had one or two experiences that should've keyed them in to the fact that she had a raging spanking fetish. The collection of belts, hairbrushes, and wooden spoons in her closet. The occasional strange autocomplete in the url bar of the shared computer. The way she would always jokingly suggest that they return to corporal punishment instead of grounding when she was in trouble, which they wrote off as her being dramatic. They were just somewhat oblivious in general, especially about matters like this. One day, when Elly came home from her boyfriend's house, she went upstairs and started undressing to take a shower. Mama walked into her room to ask for Elly's laundry. Mama gasped and dropped the basket she was carrying. "Elly May! WHAT happened to your behind!" Mama asked. Elly looked back over her shoulder and down at her bum. The cheeks of her face blushed deeply, almost matching the cheeks of her bottom. She turned around to face Mama and pulled the back of her shirt down over her bright red bum. "It's. Um." Elly gulped. Mama stared at her, waiting for something, anything to explain. "It's a... a sunburn. It's a sunburn, Mama." Mama was not convinced. She spun Elly back around, bent her over, and lifted the shirt. "Why you perverted little girl. You just wait until your father here's about this. I guarantee you won't be getting off when his belt and your tushy are having a little reunion party," Mama promised. Elly almost wished Mama was correct.

Caught Clubbing

Tue, 27 May 2025 22:21:03 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: Erica's boyfriend forbid her from going clubbing without him. He knew exactly how girls behave at clubs with strange men. "He's too controlling. That's completely unfair. Don't even listen to him. He'll never know if you don't tell him. Don't be stupid," scoffed Alyssa, Erica's notoriously naughty friend. Erica agreed. This was totally unfair. He can't just tell her what to do like that. He wasn't her father. So they went out clubbing. At an absolutely awesome club. Packed full of people. They danced with dozens of random men, and let a few of the men buy them drinks. They were absolutely blitzed. Eventually they made their way back, sneaking in to Erica's house. As they gently closed the door behind them, the lights flicked on. It took the girls a moment to adjust to the bright room. "Well, well, well," Erica's boyfriend said. "Ohmigosh! Da- I mean- Miles! I didn't know you were up!" Erica slurred. "And where were you girls?" Miles asked. "We were just at the grocery store" Alyssa hiccuped. Erica shot her a dirty look, disliking her poorly thought out response, which would be hard for them to stick to. "Where are your grocery bags, then?" Miles asked, amused by the poor attempt at deception. "We were just, uh, window shopping. Over there. At the grocery store," Erica fumbled. "And you went nowhere else tonight?" Miles asked. Erica shook her head and looked down. She was nervously sweating now. He was on to her. He was definitely on to her. But, being the foolish girl that she was, she decided to double down on her lies, hoping against all odds that he would just believe their lies and leave it alone, that he didn't have any hard evidence of where they actually were. "Quick question for you," Miles said. Erica looked up. "Yes, what is it?" Miles pulled out his phone and showed them the screen. "Did you forget that you have your location turned on" he asked, smiling with a menacing sweetness. Erica's heart sunk into her stomach. On his screen she could see a little pink dot with the name "princess" on a map, currently at their home. But beneath the map was a list titled 'recent locations,' with all the previous addresses she had been at, and at which times. The third item on the list read "STATIC PULSE NIGHTCLUB 2:39 AM." She looked at him. She opened her mouth to argue, to lie, but the look on his face told her there was no getting out of this. She sighed. "Can it at least not be in front of Alyssa?" she begged. He wasn't in a mood to negotiate. "On the bed. Bottom up. Now," he demanded. Alyssa giggled. She watched as Miles lifted up Erica's skirt, yanked down her panties, and began beating her bottom with a belt. Erica threw her head back, screaming. Alyssa was impressed and somewhat turned on by the scene of total male domination and female subordination in front of her- the way Miles had totally mastered her friend, the way Erica didn't even try to protect her bottom with her hands. She watched, in a drunken, horny trance, as her best friend's butt was beaten pink, then red, then burgundy. It was definitely not a surprise to Alyssa to see Erica get spanked. Everyone knew she got spankings. No one could remember who started the rumor, but word got out, and Erica had the most unconvincing denials anyone had ever heard. People saw her wincing sitting down, rubbing her bum, and accidentally calling Miles 'Daddy' all the time, and they could do the math. However, what WAS surprising to her was when Miles had finished with her friend's butt and turned to face her, snapping the belt in his hands. "I've been waiting a long time for this, Alyssa. Bend over." Her jaw dropped. "Wha?! You can't- I- I-" she stuttered. Erica was also shocked by this but too busy sobbing and rubbing her bottom to interject. "I already contacted your boyfriend and asked him what he would like for me to do. He specifically asked that I deal with you the same way I deal with Erica. Now get your naughty little butt up on the bed. Erica can tell you, it gets far, far worse if you resist," Miles stated bluntly. She hadn't been spanked in almost ten years. And never anything like how Miles did it. She shook with fear and tried to think of something to say to get out of it. But her mind simply couldn't find the words, and she watched in horror as her body simply complied with his commands. Instinctually, her female nature led her to obey the deep commanding voice. She crawled onto the bed on all fours and lifted the back of her dress. She wasn't wearing panties. She could feel him staring straight into her bare backside. She felt just like a naughty kid again. Soon, the belt was going to dance across her jiggling tush, just as it did to Erica's, turning it dark red as she screamed and begged. It occurred to her that he could now see more than just her cheeks. She could feel the cold air on her exposed anus, which puckered and unpuckered involuntarily. And she knew he could also see her little pink pussy, dripping wet, revealing her innermost feelings about male domination and bare bottom spankings.

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Daddys Home

Tue, 27 May 2025 21:15:34 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: Mama caught them out in the marketplace, talking to men, and dragged them both home by their ears. As if having that happen in front of the whole market wasn't embarrassing enough, Mama gave both girls a spanking. Bare butt. This day couldn't get any worse, they thought. But instead of sending them to the corner like usual, Mama told them "Bend over the bed and wait until Daddy comes home." Half an hour later, their father interrogated them, as they shifted their weight from foot to foot nervously, still bent over with their bums in the air. He already knew the answers to the questions, but still made them answer. Both girls found it hard to make eye contact with him, and mostly looked down. They occasionally nervously glanced up at his belt, knowing it would be coming off any moment.

Spread Em 1

Tue, 27 May 2025 21:07:35 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: Lucy was always a headache, always trying to argue, always trying to fuss. When her mother asked you to bust her butt, you knew it was doing to be a battle. Of course she wanted to negotiate, and you thought it better to let her off with a hand spanking instead of a paddling if she would comply and bend over willingly for it. One matter you would absolutely not budge on was her cornertime position. You felt very strongly that the most crucial part of a spanking was afterwards, when the spanked girl was forced to spread her bare spanked bottom and displaying her tushy hole to the whole house as a show of submission. Lucy argued and begged. She suggested alternatives. But you wouldn't budge. And when she kept arguing you showed her the paddle and told her any more arguing would void the deal you had made. Pouting, she bent over your lap and took her butt warming. When it was done, she got up and stood facing the wall with her hands at her side, softly crying. You cleared your throat. She turned to argue with you. You picked up the paddle. She groaned, turned back away from you, closed her eyes, and slowly pried her butt cheeks apart to display her naughtiest and most private hole to you.

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Astrid Gets Her Chance

Tue, 27 May 2025 20:56:59 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: Astrid had been working at this mansion estate for five weeks. Every day, the little brat made her life an annoying nightmare, but was careful not to give any reason good enough for one of the servants to punish her. Astrid found this infuriating, but had to tolerate it in order to make ends meet. But today, while doing the laundry, Astrid was approached by the lady of the house, with a series of instructions for guest preparations. While running through the list, the lady of house paused and her nose wrinkled. "Ugh, Astrid, what is that smell?" Astrid took a moment to respond, having been dutifully noting each instruction in her mind and only just now realizing the lady of the house had stopped mid-list and asked a question. "Oh, um," Astrid began, "your daughter wet her bed last night. But don't worry, I'm about to wash the linens and they'll be good as new." "Hmm," the lady of the house frowned, "Be sure to whip her before evening. Now where was I..." The lady continued listing her instructions for the lavish accommodations her guests would receive. Astrid did her best to hide her smile and keep noting every instruction, though her heart and mind raced. She was finally getting the chance to avenge all her annoyance. She couldn't wait to finish the laundry and beat the bratty girl. Once the lady of the house left, Astrid washed all the laundry with a frenzied pace. She thought about all the whippings she had received, all the little things that made them more effective punishments. The baring, the chiding, the physical domination. She was going to employ every trick in the book now that she had her chance. With the laundry hung up to dry, Astrid ran back inside, through the kitchen, grabbing a large wooden spoon on her way up to the brat's room. She stormed in. "What do you want, ugly old hag?" the brat asked. Without a word, Astrid, fuming, approached the brat. The girl noticed Astrid's energy was completely different than usual and looked up in confusion. Her curiosity was alleviated, replaced by panic, when she saw the wooden spoon. She was a brat, not an idiot- she knew exactly what women used those wooden spoons for. She shut her eyes in terror and made a run for it. She was moving rapidly but didn't feel any floor beneath her. She opened her eyes and looked down. Her feet were dangling in the air. The disgusting servant Astrid had caught her and picked her up by her underarms. "Unhand me, cow!" She demanded. But Astrid just smirked with gritted teeth. "What are you doing?!" the girl shrieked as Astrid bared her naughty backside. "I want you to know, little miss, that I am going to enjoy this as much as you are going to hate it," Astrid promised. The girls eyes went wide. She screamed and flailed her limbs but it was useless. For the next twelve minutes, the entire staff of the mansion would pause their tasks and errands to listen to beautiful handiwork of Astrid and the soothing song of the screaming brat.

Diary Debacle 7

Tue, 27 May 2025 18:49:25 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: The professor lifted her off his lap and set her on her feet, took her stuffie from her, and smacked her bottom hard. "Now get in the corner and think about your behavior, young lady." Blossom yelped at the swat and rubbed her tush as she sulked over to the wall next to Bubbles. She wiped tears from her eyes. She leaned forward and placed her nose on the wall. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Blossom..." the professor called out, expectantly. She groaned, knowing exactly what he was demanding, but pretending she hadn't heard him. "Now, Blossom," he repeated. She squealed a whine and stomped her foot, but also complied, reaching back, grabbing a cheek with each hand, and prying them open, displaying her tushy hole to the whole room. The cool air tickled her anus and her hands pressing into her plump cheeks made them throb and burn. "That's better. Now keep those bums on display. I'll let you know when corner time is over," the professor said before leaving the room.

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Diary Debacle 6

Tue, 27 May 2025 18:26:54 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: Professor finally finished tanning Bubble's fanny and told her to switch places with her sister. She scrambled off the professor's lap, sobbing, hiccuping, and rubbing her bottom tenderly. She strained to gather her wits walked over to where Blossom stood in the corner. "Your turn," she sobbed. "Bubbles, stop rubbing and spread those cheeks. Get that little hiney hole on display and put your nose in the corner. And don't you give me that look or I'll come over there and give you something to really cry about. Nose in corner. Now. And Blossom, get your bottom over here" The professor commanded. Blossom turned around to face the professor. She desperately thought of any way to avoid or just delay the impending punishment from reaching her rear. "Professor, can I pick out a stuffie to hold? I mean, um, you let Bubbles do it so, so it would just be um, fair, right?" she stuttered out. The professor smiled lovingly at her. Blossom usually tried to project maturity, but the situation had drawn out a much more childish display from her. "Sure, but be quick," he said. Blossom scurried over to her bed, relieved for just a moment. She picked out her pink bear and hugged it tight. She turned to face the professor, almost hiding behind the bear, and slowly approached him. "Get your naughty little tush over here, Blossom. You know you've got this coming," the professor said, motioning for her to hurry up. There was nowhere to run or hide. She felt as if her soul was leaving her body as she watched herself walk on autopilot towards the professor, who lifted her up and put her over his lap. She now had an upside down view of the floor, the bottom of the chair, and her own feet dangling on the other side of the professor's lap. He lectured her about how naughty her bottom was, how cruel she had been to Buttercup, and how he expected more from her. But she was completely tuning him out and plotting revenge against Buttercup in her mind. She had to make that snitch pay. Mentally she drifted into various possible schemes. Her plotting came to a sudden end as she noticed the room had gone totally silent. The present moment came flooding back into her mind and her consciousness became completely dominated by the feeling of her bare butt sticking up in the air, completely vulnerable and exposed. This was inhumane. Humiliating. She was too old for this. She felt him pat her lily-white tush softly a few times. She shut her eyes and clung to her stuffie tightly. He was about to begin. He took a deep breath and stretched his arm. He knew that Blossom had been the mastermind behind stealing Buttercup's diary. And Blossom, being the oldest, was often held to a higher standard. So he had every intention of beating her naughty little butt good and hard today. She waited for a moment. Nothing. Then, suddenly- WHAP!!! A hard smack came down on her left cheek. She howled. She knew she had it coming good today, but she didn't realize just how good until that first smack came down. This was going to be a long, hard punishment. The second smack came down just as hard as the first, this time on her right cheek. She shrieked and kicked her legs, tears already forming in her eyes. "Professor, please-" was all she could get out. The smacks continued to rain down on her naked fanny at a dizzying pace. She moaned and yelped as her bottom began to glow bright pink. She flailed frantically but the professor held her down tightly and spanked every inch of her butt. She couldn't believe how hard he was smacking her bum. Life was so unfair. He was the meanest man in the world and her sister was so cruel for having gotten her into this terrible mess by tattling on her. Soon those thoughts were crowded out of her mind by the all encompassing fire on her rear end. Her entire awareness was limited to her two bouncing, burning butt cheeks, which were now an angry red. She began sobbing wildly and her feet slowly stopped kicking. She now lay limp over the professor's lap. He was nowhere near finished with her, though. He continued spanking and lecturing her for another five and a half minutes before letting her up.

diary debacle 5

Tue, 27 May 2025 04:36:36 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: Blossom scurried to the corner as best as she could with her panties and pantyhose at mid-thigh. She held her dress above her bottom, knowing she would get in more trouble if she failed to keep it up. She pressed her nose to the wall and tried to ignore what was happening, to no avail. Behind her, Bubbles stomped her foot, declaring the situation unfair and begged to not be spanked. The professor smiled at her adorable display and informed her that no matter what, she had earned a spanking and he was going to give it to her, but he would allow her to hold her favorite stuffed animal while she received it. She picked out her blue bear and fearfully walked back to the professor. Bubbles yelped as the professor lifted her up and positioned her over his lap. Her already bare bottom jutted up in the air. He lectured her briefly, sometimes patting her still-pale bum as she squirmed and whined, knowing she was moments away from a fire being lit across her backside. The professor finished lecturing and took a deep breath. Bubbles held her breath, shut her eyes, and gripped her stuffed animal tightly, waiting for the first smack on her tender butt. It came down like lightening. The piercing screams coming from Bubbles' mouth sent Blossom spiraling into anxiety. In just a few more minutes, it would be her ass getting spanked and her mouth screaming. Every cell in her body cried out for her to run. But she knew the professor was too fast and strong for her. Any further misbehavior at this point could get her whipped with the belt. Bubbles' began to realize how naughty she had been. The pain in her butt was forcing her to reflect on how cruel she had been to Buttercup. She had been a bad, bad girl, and she deserved every smack her bum was getting. She began sobbing freely and babbling out an apology. The professor looked down lovingly, seeing the naughty girl break and change. But he was still determined to finish punishing her rear for a few more minutes to make sure the lesson sunk in.

Diary Debacle 4

Tue, 27 May 2025 01:28:48 +0000

by: opopop

Description}: The professor tucked Blossom's dress up above her hips and yanked her pantyhose and panties to mid-thigh, exposing her lily-white, unspanked hiney. Blossom squirmed but didn't dare fight the professor to keep her rump covered. "Bubbles, get over here," the professor commanded. Bubbles groaned and reluctantly complied, walking up next to Blossom and turning around. She bent over, submissively offering her behind to the professor. He still grabbed her by the ear and held her in that position as he reached up under her skirt and yanked her white pantyhose and blue panties down just below her plump buttocks. He grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it up over her hips. She gasped at the feeling of cool air across her bum, knowing her naughtiest and most private parts were sticking out behind her on full display. He tucked Bubbles' dress up above her bottom before telling Blossom to get in the corner. It would be bubbles' turn to get punished first, as she was the youngest.