A Time For Everything Part 2

I was sitting on the side of my bed, strap in hand, thinking about what I had agreed to do next. I honestly didn’t know if I could use it or not.

I had hard feelings for the strap. However, I knew most people did prefer it over other implements. I stood and walked back into the living room, pausing in the doorway, watching this moment. I would never have another first like this. Giving my first spanking to someone. I didn’t think this day would come I thought that I would have to hide the desire and need to Top within me forever. It wasn’t normal, but in a strange, in a very small sliver of my mind, this moment felt completely normal.

As I was watching the little imp, I noticed she was repeatedly running her palms down her legs, shaking her hand and twisting her hips from side to side. This worried me. She wasn’t normally a fidgety person.

“Jodie? Are you okay?”

Again I must have started her, for she jumped in her place.

“Y- yes I’m fine just a bit nervous is all.”

“I see.”

I didn’t know what to say to her. I suddenly felt my heart ache. Had I done something wrong? She was nervous. I didn’t know what to do! What was I supposed to do? I mean should I tell her to come out and get dressed or just keep pressing on? In that very moment,

the only thing I could think of wanting to do was crawling into my Top’s lap and hiding for a long while. So, that’s what I did. Sort of anyway.

I retrieved my phone from the coffee table and instantly sent a message to my Top. It was slightly frantic and dramatic.

                               Ma’am! Jodie finally agreed to let me help her. I spanked her with my hand

                                and now I’m about to use the strap! However, she is all nervous and in the corner

                                and everything. What do I do? I just want to run away.

Thankfully the reply I got was almost instant.

                              Little Bit breathe. Just do what I would do with you if the situation was reversed.

                                Assure her you aren’t going to hurt her and when you go to spank her put your

                                hand on her back to reassure her. But most of all breathe. It’s going to be okay.

                                You know what you are doing Little Bit. Let me know when you are done. I love

                                you, Little Bit.

I read her message with my heart racing several times. She was right I did know what I was doing. I mean mostly I knew the mechanics of giving a spanking. I had been on the receiving end enough times and had seen countless ones being given. I took another cleansing deep breath and called for Jodie.

“Jodie, hon why don’t you come over here and bend over the back of the couch.”

She slowly faced me waddling over, leggings and panties half-mast, to stand in front of me before she turned to the couch and almost jumped over the back of it due to her short stature.

“Hon, I will not hurt you okay? I promise you. If you need to use polar bear do so. I won’t judge if you need to.” I placed a hand on her lower back and gently rubbed circles for a moment allowing her time to get used to her position.

Finally, after we were both settled into our positions she looked back at me and told me, “I’m ready.”

I gave her bottom a gentle pat with my hand before picking up the strap and resting it on her bottom.

The room was silent around us until the strap rose and then fell on her still blushing cheeks.

SWISH, CRACK! The strap had landed in the middle of her bottom.

Her bottom rose into the air then squirmed like she was trying to get away. The red line across her cheeks indicated that the swat had indeed been true. Still, I pulled the strap back again and aimed it for the same place.


Her head flew up, “Lex!”

I placed the strap aside before taking a step towards Jodie rubbing her back again, “Relax and breathe hon. We can take it slower if you prefer.”

She shifted around, looking back at me, to talk to me again while staying in her appointed position with her legs dangling in the air, “No, it’s okay I was just being a bit of a brat that’s all.”

“Uh huh, that’s what I kind of figured.”

Moving aside, I swatted her bottom ten times with my hand as hard as I could. SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT on the right cheek and then SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT on the left cheek.

“Owie, ouch, hey! What was that for?!”

“For being a little bit of a brat.”

She tried to hide her giggles, however I didn’t notice the subtle movements of her body that gave her away. I shook my head glad that then tension was no longer there. While I did still feel like running out the front door to find my Top to hide into I knew I could finish this for her sake.

Picking up the strap I stood back and aimed a little lower on her bottom just under the red stripe that was already present.

SWISH, CRACK! the third stroke of the strap landed just where I had aimed and another mark appeared while I watched.


Jodie grabbed a pillow and hid into it trying to muffle the ragged breathing she was doing.

SWISH, CRACK! Another stripe in the exact same place. I knew her bottom must be on fire now, with a deep ache in her muscle. Up came her legs and back came her arms with this stroke. Unlike before, she didn’t say anything this time.

“Jodie, honey, make sure to keep your legs down and closed if you can I don’t want to hurt you.” Now I stood closer to her making sure to keep my left hand on her back while my right hand pulled the strap back and brought it down in a quick stroke across her sit spots SWISH, CRACK!

This time her reaction was delayed and I was thankful I had a hand on her back. She tried to stand up, however, her legs just dangled in the air, kicking frantically in the air.


“Young lady, I do not tolerate that language while spanking someone! If it happens again I will be washing your mouth out with soap.”

She cried into the cushion, “I’m sorry, Lex. I’m sorry. It hurt!”

“Last one. It’s going to be harder than the rest.”

She moaned, holding the pillow tighter. I raised the strap for the last time and brought it back, quickly connecting it across her sit spots. She yelped loudly into the pillow and relaxed in her place over the back of the couch.

I placed the strap aside again and stood beside her soothing her backside with my palm, “You did good hon. Whenever you are ready I’ll help you up.”

Her reply was almost instantaneous, “I’m ready, can you help me?

“Of, course hon.”

I carefully helped Jodie up off the back or the couch and immediately engulfed her in my arms in a secure hug which she returned.

Breaking the hug she told me, “Thank you, Lex. I think that helped. I needed that.”

She fixed her clothes and we went around to the side of the couch, sitting close side by side, not touching.

It was a bit awkward. I wanted her to cuddle on my lap, but I didn’t know her well enough to really make that offer. Instead, I leaned over and gave her another hug, which again she returned.

Now I wasn’t sure what to do. Looking at her she seemed to be trying to collect her thoughts and feelings so she would be ready for me to take her home.

“Hon, will you be okay if I go visit the ladies room? Then when I’m done if you are ready I will take you home?”

“Sure, Tall Girl that is fine.”

I pecked her forehead with a quick kiss, without thinking about it, picked up my cell phone again from the table and went down the hall to the bathroom.

Shutting the door behind me, I sank to the floor, head beginning to throb and back beginning to ache. I never knew just how much it could take out of someone to spank a person. I was suddenly more grateful for my Top’s steadfastness than before.


It’s done. I want to run away and be in your arms and hide there forever.

Ma’am must have been waiting for me to tell her how it went because the typing bubble popped up moments later,

                                                 Relax Little Bit. Stay with her and take care of her right now. This is

                                                Part of it too. I promise I will be here when you two are completely done.

                                                You can then be in my arms after that okay?

I held tight to that promise. I wanted to run away so bad. My insides had never felt as turbulent as it was now.

                                                Okay… I will… promise you will hold me later though even if

                                                It’s just virtually? I feel so… everything.



                                                Little Bit, I promise you I will take care of you as soon as you are

                                                Done with Jodie. Now, go back to her. I’ll talk to you later. *hugging

                                                you close*


                                                *hugging you back*


I went back into the living room to find Jodie pulling her sweater on and noticed she had gathered her bag and put her shoes on.

“I take it you are ready to get home?”

“Yeah, I think I better, I’m tired and it’s getting late.”

“Okay, hon let me grab my keys.”


Our ride to Jodie’s house was silent for the most part, other than a few random comments about the weather and traffic. I knew I was thinking about what had happened earlier and I had a suspicious feeling that she was thinking about the same things, which I’m sure was helped by her tender bottom.

I put the car in park in front of the house and turned to look at Jodie on the other side of the dark car, “How about we meet tomorrow for coffee? We can talk then and stuff.”

“That’s fine with me. 3 pm?”

“I’ll meet you there.” I leaned over and gave her quick hug and watched her climb out of my car and go up to the walk to her front door and enter inside.

I sat in the dark for a bit. Trying to collect myself for the ride home. I was also, mentally scolding myself for feeling the way I was right now. I made mistakes while spanking Jodie. I should have warmed her up more. We should have talked more before. She had been drinking! I replayed the entire night and cringed at all the things I did wrong.

I decided the over thinking and processing would be better off in my house while in my PJs.

Pulling into my driveway I felt my heart lighten when I saw ma’am’s car in the drive. Instantly, I knew she had come to check on me and take care of me if necessary even while my thoughts were with Jodie.

I walked into my living room and found her waiting for me, sitting on the couch where I had sat just a while earlier.

“Ma’am, you are here!”

“I told you I would be Little Bit.”

I didn’t say anything else other than going straight to her, sitting on her lap and hiding in her arms. She held me close and I felt waves of love and protection wrap around me. I knew I didn’t have to make any more decisions for a while and could just relax with my ma’am.


A Time For Everything Part 1

To the person, this is loosely based on. Thank you for everything you did for me then and everything you do for me now. But today specifically, thank you for being my first toppy experience. 😉

Part two of this is already written you guys 🙂 So, if you all are well-behaved brats and comment you may just get the second half of this story tomorrow if not maybe I’ll just have to wait. 😉


“You know Jodie the offer is always there.” I gently squeezed her forearm before getting up and moving to clear the dining room table of our dinner dishes.

Her hazel eyes followed my movements like a rabbit watching a fox, before she went to stand along with me, “Let me help clear up.”

“No it’s okay you are my guest. Sit finish, your drink.” I smiled at her and began collecting the dishes.

I entered into the kitchen and began to load the dishwasher. My mind was centered on the brat in my living room though. I didn’t want to pressure her to let me help her. That’s not something I could decide for her, but I could tell what she was in need of. She needed a spanking. Her shoulders were tense and eyes were not as bright and shiny as they normally were. We spoke often about the stress of her family life and her need for a few glasses of wine to relax at the end of the day. It made me worry for her, and also nervous that at some point we might find ourselves as top and brat, but that was a thought for the distant future.

Sticking the last plate into the rack I closed the dishwasher returned to find Jodie pacing from one side of the living room to the other, still sipping from her glass of red wine.

“Hon? Are you okay?” She jumped and spun round to face me. “Oh, hey are you sure I can’t help you with the clearing up? I’m being a bad guest.”

“Yes, hon I’m sure. It’s all loaded into the dishwasher now.”

I sat on the sofa, watching as Jodie grew quiet again slowly swirling the last remnants of wine around in the bottom of her glass. I felt my gut tighten. I had a feeling she was thinking more and more about the offer I had made her.

“You okay?”

“Huh? Yes. All is ooookay.”

“You know you can tell me anything if you need or want to.”

The room was without sound. So quiet I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears and the car buzzing by in the distance.

Her voice was unexpected and shaky, “Okay, yes.”

I looked at her completely confused. It took me a moment to realize what in the world she was talking about. I honestly had no clue. Finally, though I realized this was her version of asking for help, which made me want to find a door to run out of.

Something inside of me knew I needed to lead her into actually saying what she was talking about so I questioned her, “Yes what hon?”

“Well, you know, what you said earlier.” I felt my right eyebrow raise of its own volition.

“Hon, I need you to tell me, just so that we are clear with one another.”

She looked all around the room except at me, chewing on her nail a bit before muttering out, “Yes, I want you to try to help me. Only if you are sure.” I was relieved that she finally could admit what she wanted. At the same time though I was unsure I was the one that should be giving it to her.

“I am very sure hon. Tell me what you think you need.”

“Maybe some with the strap. I don’t need the cane tonight.”

I cringed inwardly, but made sure I didn’t make a face or even move my body. What this fiery little Brit didn’t know was I had never actually spanked anyone before! I definitely didn’t want the first time I do it to be using the strap. However, I knew there was a lot of tension between because we were learning each other still, so I nodded my head and held out my hand towards Jodie, “Come stand in front of me please.”

She racked her hand through her hair several times without saying anything before she slowly took my hand and came to stand in front of me.

I held her cold hands in mine and looked up at her.

“Can you tell me what your safe word is?”

It took her several long moments before she came up with it, “Polar bear.”

I gave her a hard look for more than one reason. She should know it like she knows her own name! And it honestly was a crazy safeword who uses polar bear?

“Okay, hon you say that if you need it. Do you want to say or ask anything?”

Her voice was a few octaves higher than normal, “Well… I just I wasn’t expecting you to do this… you know right now.”

”Well, we don’t have to do it right now, but there is no time like the present. We both have our courage up enough at this point that I think it will do you some good.”

“Oh, okay.”

“I care about you hon that’s why I’m giving you this spanking.”

As soon as the word spanking left my mouth she started fidgeting from foot to foot. I knew that feeling. Just the mention of the word could make the slightest of spanko squirm and have butterflies flying around in their gut.

I didn’t say anything else, but shakily reached for the waistband of her leggings and tugged them down to her midthighs making sure to avoid eye contact with pretty much everything other than my own lap. It was awkward as I tried to help her over my knee only to realize I probably should move to the middle of the couch before guiding her into place, which caused us both to giggle nervously.

Finally, with shifting and a lot of awkward moments, I got Jodie over my knees allowing her entire body to rest on the couch. I was silently thankful she was so little as I knew not what the hell I was doing.

I stared down at her pantie covered bottom. Nausea was hitting in waves and my palms were a sweaty mess.  I didn’t know what in the world I was doing. How does one spank somebody!

I finally snapped out of it when she wiggled around my lap, “Lex, you’re staring at my bum!”

I wrapped my arm around her waist much like my Top had done to me so many times before, raised my palm, lightly slapping it down in the middle of her cheeks.

The only indication she had even felt the slap was a slightly abnormal intake of breath.

Steeling my mind and trying with everything within me to repeat what had been done to my own backside so many times before, I raised my palm and slowly started awkward light swats all over her cheeks.

I sneakily checked my watch and realized I had randomly been swatting her for close to three minutes without so much as a squirm or ouchy. I knew from experience that I would definitely not be so still or quiet because it would already feel like a raging inferno was building in my backside. I knew it was time for the unavoidable. I needed to bare her bottom.

“Okay, hon can you uhm… lift your hips a little?”

She laid still for several moments before slowly shifting forward and pushing her bottom into the air. Carefully I hooked my fingers into her red panties and tugged them down just enough to uncover her bottom leaving them at mid-thigh.

I was disappointed to see that her cheeks were not even pink by now. I had indeed been spanking, however, not nearly hard enough apparently.

So, again I wrapped my arm around her waist, part of me secretly scared she would squirm off my lap, raised my palm and began to bring harder swats down on her cheeks. I was fascinated watching her skin actually begin to change colors as my palm repeatedly landed. However, soon I realized how much my hand actually hurt!

Apparently, giving a spanking wouldn’t just be an uncomfortable experience for the spankee, but also one for me as well! I couldn’t spank her for long before having to stop momentarily and shake my hand out before returning to spanking her.

This is what we did for over ten minutes. I would spank as long as I could, all over her bottom with what I would later realize was medium-light swats until. Then I would pause, shake my hand out before repeating the process all over again.

It felt like forever before her bottom was a uniform shade of pink. I was hot and beginning to sweat for the work out this was and from the body heat, we were sharing. However, the little brat over my lap had not moved much at all.

I stopped and rubbed her cheeks for a moment, relishing in the slight warmth her bottom was emitting. However, as I rubbed my hand over and across her bottom I realized I had not even spanked her sit spots at all. Which made me want to cry a little bit. I hadn’t been doing a good job of warming her up!

I carefully pushed my right knee into the air tipping her up exposing the underside of her bottom and sit spots to my hand. Carefully I methodically began to color her skin. I soon noticed the difference with swatting there! I had only visited each sit spot a few times before she began to jerkily move around my lap. I was actually glad to see she was starting to react because honestly, my arm was beginning to tire already. Who knew dishing out a spanking really could be hard work?

“Ouchy Lex! That stings!”

“I’m sure it does.” I tried to stay calm and focused on my task at hand. I knew I needed to ignore the creeping guilt that was coming into my mind, from knowing I was causing her pain. She wanted and needed this spanking.

Soon enough, however, I placed the last round of medium swats on each side of her cheeks. SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT on her right sit spot and another five swats on her other sit spot SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT.

When I stopped I gently ran my hand across her cheeks again, silently pleased that she was finally warmed up.

“Okay, hon. I think I want you to go stand in the corner for a bit. I didn’t plan well ahead and I need to go get my strap.”

She jerkily nodded and began the uncomfortable crawl off my lap. I grabbed her arm and helped her find steady feet. We both blushed as I pointed towards an empty corner in front of the couch.

She shuffled to the corner with her leggings and panties around her knees, bright pink bottom on display and pushed herself into the corner like she was trying to hide there.

I surprised even myself when my voice was firm but caring as I told her, “Okay you. Stay there for a bit I’m going to go get the strap and give you some time to think about what is happening okay?”

“Yes, Lex.”

Keys Part 2

“Mmmhmm didn’t think so. Doodle I want you to go stand in that corner with your pants and panties down and your hands on your head. Bitsy come here and stand in front of me.”

With a dramatic eye roll, my little Italian stood, crossed the room and stood in the corner, while Bitsy stood and slowly walked around the table to stand in front of me.

However, before our question and answer session started it was interrupted when I noticed that my other brat was leaning completely against the wall of the corner, arms crossed and had indeed not bared her bottom like she had been ordered.

I gave Bitsy a look, before giving my attention to Doodle, “Young lady, you know better than that. Get in position now, or I promise you I will go upstairs and get my lexan paddle for your spanking.”

“Not that!” She couldn’t get her clothes down fast enough then. She hated the lexan paddle with a passion. She said it was the stingiest of all the implements.

“Good girl. This is your one and only warning.”

With that, I turned back to Bitsy.

I looked up into Bitsy’s eyes as I held her hands in mine, “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“Just that I am sorry ma’am I shouldn’t have… well done all of this.”

“I know, Bitsy. Let’s get this done.”

I reached for the waistband of her leggings and tugged them down to her knees then returned for her panties tugging them down as well. With her clothes around her knees, I led her across my lap, making sure her body was resting on the couch.

I wrapped an arm around her waist holding her tightly to my body, wanting to make sure she didn’t fall off my lap. I let her settle in place for a few moments before raising my palm and bringing it down in the beginning series of sharp swats that were meant to warm her bottom before I applied the spoon.

“Bitsy, I love you with everything in me and I love having you both here, however, I can not allow you two to come in and destroy this place. Do you understand that? You are both adults you should inherently know better.” Bitsy just nodded her head frantically in understanding as I increased the strength of the swats that was connecting with her bottom beginning to make her skin pink and warm.

SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT! I began to rain down swats in the same place over and over which made the woman jump and jerk around a bit showing her discomfort in the newfound sting, however, I knew we were far from done and I held onto her tighter and continued the volley of spanks that had now turned her bottom deep pink.

I easily pushed her hips into the air fully exposing her sit spots to my hand, which caused a groan of realization about what was coming next. Indeed I did not let her down as I spent several minutes using various methods to warm her milky white sit spots much to Bitsy’s protest. The little Brit started yelping with every swat I made as I continued to build heat by swatting repeatedly in the same spot.

Finally when her entire bottom, sit spots and upper thighs were warm to the touch and glowed a blushing deep pink color I stopped and gave her a gentle rub, which was always the signal that I was going to start with an implement.

“Can you tell me why I’m going to spank you with the spoon, my girl?”

“Because we destroyed your house ma’am.”

“Very true.”

I picked up the spoon and rubbed circles all over her bottom allowing her time to anticipate the first firm spank. This also gave me a chance to watch the corner making sure the brat in it was still doing what she was supposed to do. Standing reasonable still, contemplating what was going to happen later.

I raised the wooden spoon and brought it down in a sharp CRACK! on her right cheek and watched as a red splotch appeared where the spoon had landed. Her reaction was delayed for only a moment.


I knew I needed to make an impression so I wasted little time in bringing the spoon down again in another sharp CRACK! on the other cheek, which of course resulted in another yelp of pain and a dramatic twist of her body. This started a quick patter of sharp cracks all other both of my brat’s cheeks quickly turning her bottom into a mess of red splotches. Again I tipped her into the air and focused just on her sit spots spanking in the same place for several minutes before swapping to the other side to do the same thing.

I had to hold on tight to my bratty girl as her bottom grew hotter. Soon she was issuing apologies and asking me to stop with every breath she took.

“OW! I’m sorry ma’am! It won’t happen OW! I won’t do it again! OWWW.”

My heart hurt as I continued the spanking. I hated being hard on her or either of my girls. I’d rather give them fun bratty spankings and lots of rubbing and cuddling other than sternly punishing them. It just wasn’t what I liked to do. However, I knew they needed it. It was what worked for us all so I focused and knew they would be okay.

A quick hard series of cracks broke through to her brain and she settled down and accepted the spanking. I slowed down the fast swats of the spoon and began the last round.

Hard CRACK on her right cheek, Hard CRACK on her left cheek, back to the right CRACK and then again on the left CRACK, each swat left a slight white mark indicating that it was likely going to cause bruises after the spanking was over with. For the last two swats, I focused on the center of her right sit spot and raised the spoon high and snapped my wrist down CRACK! resulting in a loud yelp and then on the left sit spot CRACK! causing another yelp, however, she didn’t move around.

As soon as I dropped the last swat I tossed the spoon aside and just held my girl over my knee.

Leaning close to Bit I spoke into her ear so only she could hear me, now was our time, “I’ve got you, Bit. I love you, honey. You are forgiven.” I took my right hand and rubbed soothing circles over her inflamed skin to dissipate some of the sting. It was all over now. For her at least. I just wanted to comfort us both.

I knew she was ready to get up and have a proper hug when she began to squirm a bit more, undoubtedly aware that she was in this position, bare with her red bottom over my lap. Carefully I helped her stand on shaky legs and I too stood. I welcomed her into my arms and held her there for a while, “I’m right here Bit. Right here. You did good. You okay, honey?”

“Yes, ma’am, I’m okay.”

Squeezing her again, I told her, “Go on back to the corner okay? I’ll call you out when we are done.”

She nodded and slowly shuffled back over to the corner pressing herself into it as far as she could and rested her head against the wall. I could tell just by the way she was carrying herself that she was much calmer now, which is when I realized that she probably just needed this which is why she had even done any of those things.

I then turned my full attention to my other brat who was still shuffling a little in her corner. I took a deep breath to find some level of patience and called for her, “Come here Doodle.”

She jumped when she heard my voice, undoubtedly unaware of when I was going to call for her to come meet her fate. Doodle reluctantly turned and with blushing red face looking down then trudged over to stand in front of me.

When she arrived, I sat back on my place on the couch and held the woman’s hands in mine trying to meet her eyes, “Look at me, please.”

Sluggishly, she did so, finally allowing me to see those dark eyes of hers. “Can you tell me why you are about to get a spanking?”

I had to be different with SnickerDoodle. She was a completely different person. She needed the lecture before the spanking. And, there where still times she struggled with English so I needed to make sure she understood everything going on.

“Because we made a mess in your house.”

“That is part of it. What else.”

“Uh… I don’t know?”

“Because you were being a mega brat earlier after I caught you two in the act?”


“There is no maybe, Doodle you were disrespectful to a great extent. You know I don’t tolerate that. Over you go.”

I pulled her over my lap and wasted little time hooking my legs over hers and wrapping an arm around her waist holding her to me, knowing as soon as the swatting started she would be moving all over the place.

“I love you, Doodle that’s why I am giving you this spanking.”

Her spanking started much like Bitsy’s had. I raised my palm and started a quick pattern of sharp swats that echoed through the room around us. Her body laying on my lap was reassuring to me in a way. At this moment I could protect, defend and care for my girl. Or both of my girls really. Here and now we were us and no one could stop us.

I had placed no more than twenty swats on Doodle’s barely pink bottom and she started moving around trying to get away from my hand. And with another twenty she was kicking her lower legs sporadically. She moved a lot during a spanking. I think that is the brat side of her that does that.

However, I continued spanking soon just focusing on one cheek for a long few minutes. Repeatedly swatting in the same place and then again on the other cheek with a long few minutes of repeated swatting. This move made her groan loudly and continuously into the couch cushion. I could see she wanted to throw her hand back and protect her bottom from my swatting. Mentally I split my attention to watch for her hand in case it did come back. I didn’t want to hurt her.

It was many months ago that I had given up getting her to keep her legs down and hand out of the way. I knew she couldn’t. It just wasn’t in her. And she was smaller than me by enough that I could do it for her, so it was better than causing us both torture trying to make her do something she couldn’t.

It didn’t take long for her delicate olive skin to turn pink and warm indicating it was time to focus on her sit spots. Expertly I maneuvered her into the air, exposing the skin below her cute little tan lines, and swatted back and forth between the two wanting to make sure they were very warm before the spoon would visit there.

She really hated this more as I was swatted her sit spots. It causes her to begin wiggling side to side dramatically and finally caused her to throw a hand back to protect herself. Without much ado I caught it and pinned it to her side, interlacing out fingers, keeping it out of the way so it wouldn’t be hit.

With her sit spots now warm to the touch and deep pink, it was now time for an implement. I stopped and rubbed her perky cheeks for several minutes allowing her to calm down before I picked up my faithful spoon and rest the cool wood on her bottom again.

“Tell me why you are getting this one more time.”

“Because I’ve been really bratty today ma’am and we made a mess.”

“Yep, that’d be it.”

With that, I again tucked the woman under my arm and raised the spoon and brought it down in a first SPLAT! Across the center of her cheeks and quickly brought another firm SPLAT! down on her right cheek and another SPLAT! on her left cheek. However, unlike Bitsy, Doodle’s bottom did not mark indicating a bruise would form. So, I just had to be careful and remember where and how hard I swatted her, so not to go overboard with the spanking.

This was the beginning of five minutes of continuous medium swats back and forth between cheeks warming every part of her cheeks. Soon apologies started, “Ma’am please, I’ve had enough I’m sorry! I won’t do it again! I’ll behave! I’m sorry.”

Her bottom grew to a deep red color as I focused just on one side for two minutes SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! all on the center on her right cheek.

“Please, not that! It hurts!”

I felt another pang in my heart knowing I was actually hurting her. However, I reminded myself that she wanted and needed this and it would be worse for her if I didn’t follow through with what I was doing. She needed consistency and accountability.

“I know it hurts, Doodle. It’s a spanking it’s supposed to hurt.”

I moved to her left cheek repeating the steady barrage of swats causing sting to go deeper into the muscle. SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

“OOOWIE, MA’AM, PLEASE.” I could hear how desperate her voice was, however, I knew she was finally getting to the breaking point, as her movements were slowing down and my hold on her wasn’t as tight.

Tipping her into the air I laid the swats onto the center of each of her sit spots. SPLAT right sit spot SPLAT left sit spot SPLAT right SPLAT left SPLAT right SPLAT left SPLAT right SPLAT left.

About ten swats later Doodle started crying into the couch, which was a sigh of relief for this was a sign I could finally bring this spanking to a close. Raising the spoon high into the air I dropped a hard SWAT on her right cheek making the woman gasp and squeeze my hand tightly, then a matching hard SWAT on the left cheek.   Finishing this off I placed two hard swats on each of her sit spots SWAT SWAT right SWAT SWAT left.

Finally, it was over. I laid the spoon aside and gently placed a hand on her bottom in comfort, however, did not rub. I let her lay there crying as long as she wanted to. I knew she was remorseful for what she had done and how she had acted towards me. Getting caught up in the heat of the moment there were times when she would push a bit too far and end up having to pay for it with her bottom.

Finally, Doddle’s tears slowed and I helped her up from over my lap and brought her into my arms to cuddle with. It might seem strange to some, however Doodle needed a lot more cuddling and aftercare than Bitsy did. However, that wasn’t a bad thing. In many ways, I needed it to. It was a time to reconnect and make sure we were okay with one another.

I noticed Bitsy in the corner beginning to get antsy so I decided it was time for some group hug time.

“Bitsy, honey, fix your clothes and come over here with us and get another cuddle.” While Bitsy did as told I helped Doodle do the same thing, fix her clothes, there was no need for that level of embarrassment.

Bitsy came over and I welcomed her onto my other knee and hugged them both. We spent a long time sitting like that. Sitting in silence close together while all three of us came down from the intense scene we just had together. This was the first time both brats had been spanked in the same room at the same time.

“You two okay?”

Doodle just nodded into my shoulder and Bitsy giggled a bit and told me, “My bum is sore.”

I shook my head at them both and gave them a last round of hugs before telling them both, “I think it’s time for you two to get cleaning. The entire house has a lot that needs to be done. I think you can start at the front door and work your way through the house.”

Both women pouted at my announcement, but both got up, probably because of the lingering hurt in their backside. I smiled as I watched both women hug each other and go to find some cleaning supplies. I loved those two.

I was exhausted, spanking those two wore me out. I laid my head back and groaned as a feather puffed into the air at my movement and slowly floated back down. I just closed my eyes and decided it was best not to think about the mess around us.

The things my two brats get themselves into.




Keys Part 1

Hey guys and gals (mostly gals if I had to guess 😉 ) I’m finally back with a spanking story. It’s going to be in two parts because it is 5000+ words long, so maybe that makes up some for my absence! I have the entire thing written so no worries about long delays in reading it! I will post part 2 tomorrow night. I hope you all enjoy. It’s a bit different.


I walked up to my house to the sound of two shrieking women which caused a pang of worry to shoot through my gut. Hurriedly, I fumbled to shove the key into the lock and twist it just so releasing the columns allowing me to open the door. The grey frame and filled door opened to reveal the mess that was inside. White duck feathers, presumably from the inside of my numerous throw pillows littered every surface I could see, the floor, console table and there were even a few floating down from above, dozens of shoes, looked like they had been used to throw back and forth in a fight, and lastly there where random wet patches, hopefully of water, on the cream walls and dark hardwood floors some of which had caused the feathers to stick. I stood in complete shock for a minute trying to slowly take everything in around me. What had those two been up to?! My worry suddenly turned into a small amount of aggravation with those two women. I knew I’d regret the day that I gave them keys to my house!

Moments later both brats began banging down the stairs and yelling back and forth accompanied by an only partially filled throw pillow which was scattering even more feathers through the house.

Soon as my SnickerDoodle made it to the bottom of the stairs quickly followed by Bitsy I ordered them both, “Do not move.” I heard the ice in my own voice. I knew I was too upset with them right now. Who wouldn’t be? My house was a wreck and it was done by two adults I trusted with keys to the very place that they had destroyed.

Instantly both women’s faces changed from funny grins to something of grim shock as they seemed to take in the house around them for the first time.  I placed my bags on the floor and slowly walked over to stand in front of both of my brats.

I stood and stared between two sets of green eyes. Each much different than the other, hoping beyond hope I was making them both squirm where they stood. One set of eyes held a level of remorse and apology and the other held rebellion. I’d have to work on the one that was feeling rebellious.

“Would one of you like to explain to me what in the world is going on here?”

At the same time both women fumbled out in excited voices, “She started it!”

“Stop it. Both of you! I did not ask who started it. I asked what happened here.”

When neither woman spoke, I raised an eyebrow and grabbed each by the upper arm and lead them into the living room. First I lead, Bitsy to the far right corner and had her stand there then I lead, my little SnickerDoodle to the far left corner and had her stand there, encouraging her by placing a hard SWAT on her legging covered backside.

Stepping back to the center of the room I looked between the two of them and wanted to just shake my head.

“Neither of you better move or talk while I am gone. I want you both to think about what you did today and why you thought it was okay to do it am I understood?”

A quiet, “Yes, ma’am,” was heard from Bitsy, however, nothing was heard from the other corner. I walked up close behind SnickerDoodle and whispered in her ear, “I asked you a question young lady and I expect an answer,” SWAT!

“Owie! That wasn’t necessary!” Immediately her small hand came back to rub where I had swatted her, but quickly I moved her hand and pinned it to her lower back.

“Oh, but it was young lady now do you need to go over my knee before and after corner time?” SWAT! SWAT!!

“Ouch owie! No ma’am not necessary.”

“Good. I’m waiting.”

“I will not move ma’am.”

“Good girl. I’ll be back soon.”

Backing away I studied the both of them in the corner one more time before I slowly started walking towards my kitchen. I was just as shocked to find the state it was. Looking down there was a fine layer of white flour on the floor, counters and breakfast table. You could clearly see the footprints too and fro. Also, there was a mound of sugar on one counter by the stove with a broken glass jar it used to be held in. I slowly walked further into the kitchen only to freeze when I stepped in something that squished. I took a long deep breath, looked down only to discover there were broken eggs in places under the flour. I turned to the nearby bar stool and sat down, hiding my face in my hands as I repeatedly counted to ten.

I lost track of time as I sat there contemplating what in the world I was going to do with the two brats in the other room, but when I came back to my senses I could hear quiet angry whispers seeping through the wall separating the living room and kitchen. Those two! Quickly, I grabbed the heaviest wooden spoon I had and marched into the living room.

“I thought I told you both to stand there and be quiet?” My voice was at this point that unmistakably of their top that was not in the mood to play at all.

“We were ma’am!” Protested Bitsy from her corner.

“Oh? Then what was all the whispering I heard from the other room? And I know I saw you both turn back towards the corner when I walked in here.”

This time it was Doodle that piped up, “But ma’am you were gone forever!”

Walking to stand beside the coffee table I stopped patting the spoon against my right jean covered thigh and pointed at one then the other with it. “I don’t care if I was gone an hour young lady. You knew I had not left you alone. I was in the other room. Both of you over here side by side, hands on the table.”

Matching groans came from both women. Bitsy, however, was the first one to turn and sulk in the appointed direction, refusing to look at me in the eye, followed closely behind Doodle who gave me a scornful look as she came to me. The shorter of the two, Bitsy, gave me sad eyes, turned and bent over placing her hands on the table, leaving her bottom in prime spanking position. Doodle arrived then and gave me a long pout and crossed her arms, however, relented as soon as I moved toward her spoon at ready.

Moving I stood between the pair and tried to gather my thoughts. Words could not begin to express how disappointed I was with them for their foolishness today.

“You both are going to tell me what happened. Bitsy you go first. Calmly and slowly so I make sure to understand everything.” I prompted her with a swift tap with the spoon to her vulnerable bottom which made her yelp and jump.

“Well, ma’am, you see, we were talking earlier and we realized the three of us hadn’t spent any time together lately and we thought maybe since it was the weekend we should and we thought you would be happy to. Well so we made this plan and went and rented a few films and then popped to the supermarket for a bunch of snacks and sweets and stuff then we came back here and used our key to get in. Well, when you texted us it would be a while before you got home we decided to watch a film without you. Well, the film we choose was right boring and then you know how I am I like to talk and stuff while watching television and I might have picked up a pillow and smacked Doodle with it..”

The longer Bitsy talked the more her British accent became noticeable, indicating she was legitimately upset, and the further her head fell trying to hide. Knowing she really was upset and waiting to give her a reprieve I gently stopped her with a hand on her back.

“Doodle, what happened after that?”

Voice filled with brattiness and a thick Italian accent that was, at times, hard to understand Doodle, huffed indignantly before continuing the story, “Well, I decided it wasn’t fair to be hit with the pillow! It had hurt! So, I picked the other pillow and started hitting her back. Well… I’m not sure what happened after that… next thing I know things were messy. We were in the kitchen with the eggs then I saw the flour and soon you were home.That’s all I know.”

I gave the woman a crisp *SWAT* just to remind her not to move before I walked around the coffee table and sat on the couch in front of the two women.

“Keep your hands on the table and look at me.” Reluctantly, on both accounts, both women looked up at me.

“So, let me get this straight. All of this started with a simple pillow fight because you were bored with your movie?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Answered both women in unison.

Taking another deep cleansing breath I began a lengthy lecture, “I trusted you both to respect me and my house when I gave you my keys. I have never minded you two coming here when I wasn’t around because neither of you has ever dared to disrespect my house like this before. I want this to be a safe place for the three of us to be whatever we want to be. That’s part of the reason the house doesn’t have close neighbors you two! So, that we can have fun and make noise as we wish in private, however, this is not what I had in mind! Do you realize either of you could have been hurt or broken something today when you were throwing things? What if you fell down the stairs while running or slipped on the water and eggs on the floor? Or what if you broke a window or something? I don’t have the extra money to fix that sort of stuff. Now, I’m going to give you both spankings today because you both know better. I shouldn’t even have had to tell you not to destroy my house. After you both have sore bottoms I’m going to have you clean this house from top to bottom, which is going to be both of your jobs for the next month to make lasting impressions. Lastly, if there is anything in this house damaged that needs to be fixed or replaced you two will be doing extra chores and work for me every weekend until  I think it is paid off. Do you two understand me?”

Bitsy’s eyes partially filled with tears as she nodded yes and mumbled, “Yes ma’am, I understand.” However, SnickerDoodle wasn’t in agreement, “No! I’m not cleaning your house for the next month! That’s not fair we didn’t dirty it and it’s not my responsibility.” Her voice was indignant and louder than normal. She was mad. I could also tell in her body language. She was struggling to stay in position with her hands on the table.

“You are correct. You won’t be cleaning it for the next month.” Doodle’s mouth spread in a sly grin as she processed my statement up until I added, “You will be cleaning it six weeks. Two of those by yourself thanks to that attitude. You want to go for more than that?”

“But ma’am,” she tried again.

“Two more weeks. I can do this all night. I do enjoy not having to clean.” I made eye contact with Doodle making sure she knew I was being serious. There was no way I would back down from this power struggle. She needed to know I was being serious.

Finally, that got SnickerDoodle to calm down. She huffed dramatically, stomped her foot a bit and muttered, “No ma’am I don’t want any more weeks.”

“Mmmhmm didn’t think so. Doodle I want you to go stand in that corner with your pants and panties down and your hands on your head. Bitsy come here and stand in front of me.”



Now what?

What is another word for shocked?

My heart had stopped seeing your name.

Your pull was instantaneous but action was not.

I just stared at what was before me until I couldn’t breathe.

What should I do?

Of course I knew.

But it was like slow motion as I waited and waited.

Hope and despair all at once flooded the air.

Finally there was no more silence but what did that mean?

I stumbled through words like a child learning to talk.

Hoping that I could say the right words that would bring you to talk.

More than once doubting myself.

Not only my doubts but others too.

Many told tales that I was choosing the wrong fate.

But sweet girl it seems it was a fate I was meant for.

Chasing ghost and shadows is in my blood.

Just don’t make me chase you anymore.

There are only so many ways these poems can end.

Together they would make quite a fairytale.



Again the single digits of night have come and you are on my mind.

Dear girl dear girl where have you gone?

What have you done?

It’s nights like now I wonder what it would be like with you here.

Would you nuzzle close for warmth.

Would you seek a comforting touch.

I try to close my eyes to be in your presence

But I find you haunt my dreams.

Your touch. Your laugh. You follow me there.

I always know it’s you from a far.

Dressed in black and lace and playing children’s games.

All this madness pauses me to wander.

Even if you snuck into my bed on this night.

Would you have changed your mind.

As much as I want you here I stand by what I said.

All is to much.

Nothing is to little.

But it’s still the only way for us.

One day it will all make sense.

Until then there is forgiveness.

Are we left here across from the other.

Pondering what it might have been.

Or do I have to ponder no more.

Last one for now.

Foolish Thoughts

How many times could I mend my broken heart?

Or chase a shadow that could not be told apart?

I thought love would be enough.

Now I wonder if that is just a foreign word to both of us.

Shattered dreams and broken promises lay in shambles round our feet.

I meant it ever time I said the truth.

But you dear girl decided that was to be proven false.

It is easier that way.

Easier for me to be wrong than right.

It scared you. I scared you. I know it did.

But there is still time for you to know what I said was true.

To let me love you for you.

To let me decide what is wrong and right.

Maybe it’s foolish these words I speak.

But I know one thing is true.

I’ve thought of you every day since the new rang true.

I promise you all I’ll get back to writing spanking stories very soon. I have two that are 3000+ words each that are almost done. In the mean time I’m sorry you all have to deal with my random poetry (sorta kinda not really poetry) ramblings till then. 😘

Broken Hearts

Missing you is hard.

Never having you is harder.

There are many books of words that were left unsaid.

And lifetimes of adventures we never had.

Loud melodies remind me of you play as a cover for this tragedy.

Times I wish I’d never known your name.

But I’m thankful to this day you wandered through.

Even when regret is a vastness I’ll never leave.

I’ll always have the what if to think of.

My broken heart and yours too.

That’s all we have left of this silly little love story.

I’ve spent many hours thinking of your complicated words.

Wondering if they where for me or for someone more.

I might never know for sure.

It may be best that way… leaving the fantasies of the other intact.

Neither of us knew what we had until it was lost.

We danced and we danced but never took a bow.

We left each other wanting more of the other.

Im here were you left me standing alone.

All you need is to reach out a hand I’ll be here waiting for you.

For now.

Bratty goth, strong woman, or scared child, they are all closely the same in one way or another. And well we all have been all of these more than once in our lives. Which ever you are I’m here. You can reach out but that is a choice you need to make. All it takes is a word. -LT

Scarlet Gardens Pr.t 2

Hi guys make sure to scroll down and read Scarlet Gardens before reading this. First time writing this… be gentle. 😉

Ava felt Erin’s hot breath on her ear as the dominant woman questioned, “Do you want to cum, my Ava?”

It was no secret what a hard spanking would do to the younger woman after she had time to calm down. In fact, Ava was sure her sex was dripping wet and she might actually cum from permission alone. Ava face heated as she buried her face in Erin’s neck, hiding behind her blonde hair.

“It wouldn’t take much madam, I’m sorry.”

Ava felt another firm swat on her still bare, red backside. Erin didn’t even have to explain why she was being swatted. She knew better than to apologize for being turned on. And it wasn’t like Erin hadn’t made her cum many times over before.

Ava jumped as Erin ordered the brunette to straddle her lap which spooked her out of her haze of arousal. Ava was surprised when she didn’t receive a lecture or even a denial of permission to orgasm. Still a little weak from her hard spanking, Ava stood from her place with a little guidance, stepped out of her clothing, and placed a leg on either side of her mistresses hips and slowly sat down again.

Erin’s green eyes gazed directly into Ava’s as she warned, “Don’t you dare cum without permission.”

Ava nodded and leaned forward to rest her head on Erin’s left shoulder just as she felt knowing hands slide down her body. One hand stopped on top of her mound, as the other one continued its journey around to Ava’s sore bottom pulling her closer while squeezing her firm left cheek at the same time.

Ava was completely lost when Erin leaned forward and placed her mouth just under her collarbone and began nipping and sucking gently. Erin continued to play with the bush on Ava’s mound, teasing her, but refusing to give the brunette what she wanted most.

Ava was writhing from the blonde’s teasing fingers as they slid further down teasing her entrance as Erin encouraged her, “Beg.”

Ava whimpered, she didn’t have it in her to do anything, but hang on for the ride. She closed her eyes tightly and pushed toward the fingers playing at her entrance seeking any source of stimulation she could. However, as soon as she moved Erin pulled her fingers away and made a harder nip at Ava’s skin leaving a mark with her mouth.

“Beg or I will stop.” Again Ava whimpered, but she took a deep breath, quietly crying out near Erin’s ear, “Please madam… please…”

“Please what, Ava?” Even in the heat of the moment, Erin’s voice was ice. She was still in complete control, even with a half-naked woman on her lap that was on the verge of orgasm she was completely in charge.

Ava’s voice displayed her bodies desperation for contact when she finally begged of her mistress, “Pl-Please fuck me, madam.”

“Gladly, my girl.” With that Erin push two fingers into sopping wet heat and allowed her thumb to find the blonde’s clit, brushing it very lightly, teasing it for a moment, before beginning to circle it.

Ava pulled herself impossibly closer to her mistress attempting to keep herself from kissing without permission. Every muscle inside her contracted when Erin’s fingers began to move inside. Pushing in and out slowly accompanied by well-timed swipes of her thumb around and around her clit. Each movement bringing her closer and closer to that precious peak.

Ava found words again to beg for what else she really needed in breathless haste, “Oh god, please, fuck, uh, spank me, please.”

Erin knew what the woman wanted before the words left Ava’s tongue. She raised her hand that was on the brunette’s rear and brought it down in sharp SWAT! She added this to the rhythm that she had set. Swatting, pushing, circling. Each and every move sending waves of pleasure through the woman on her lap, building her higher and higher. Her hips were now frantically bucking on her mistress’s filling fingers. She couldn’t get enough.

Ava was in heaven. She was so close. So very close. She gripped tighter as she felt the beginning waves of what was going to be a strong orgasm. “May I cum. PLEASE!” Her lower belly was impossibly tight with pleasure waiting to be released. She was holding back with every ounce of will inside of her until the moment her mistress said those few words. Looking up she met the woman’s blue eyes and looked deeply into them, silently begging.


With that one word, Ava stopped fighting. Every muscle in her body tensed as wave after wave of pleasure flooded through her body. Thinking and moving ceased. All she could focus on was the sensation that was centered on that one little point between her legs which Erin was still rubbing. She held onto Erin as tightly as she could as the woman continued to rub circles on her clit drawing the orgasm out for as long as she could.

Too soon Ava collapsed forward, breathing labored and sporadic, she rested against her Misstress and jerkily came down from her high. She moaned in disapproval as Erin slowly pulled her fingers from inside her body. However, she was grateful to feel arms wrapped around her giving her a secure hug.

Erin gently kissed Ava’s slightly damp forehead, “You did so good, sweetie. You are a very good girl.”

“Thank you, madam. That was… that was wonderful.”

“You are very welcome, lovey. You needed that.”

Ava blushed deeply and hid against the woman that meant so much to her. She loved her dearly as a friend, mentor and dominate. And maybe in another life, they would have been more, but she was grateful for what they were. There was no way Ava was going to make it to her session on time, but that was okay. She needed some real recovery time and needed to be held for a while.

Erin gently led Ava to the couch on the other side of the room. The two women snuggled together until Ava’s soft breathing, indicating sleep had taken over, could be heard it the silent room around them.