The Trouble with Trouble – Part Five

Part one can be found here.
Part two can be found here.
Part three can be found here.
Part four can be found here.

I groaned loudly as Kerry tipped me into the air forcing my head closer to the ground. From experience, my sit spots and thighs would be the next target. I was right. The next insanely hard swat that landed was on my right sit spot. And the next one was too. She kept spanking the same spot over and over. I was sure if I could see my backside Kerry’s handprint would be tattooed onto the area for the next week!

“Ma’am stop. Please, ma’am! I don’t want a spanking!” I threw my hand back in a valent yet useless attempt to stop her. Without pause she took my hand in hers, interlacing out fingers together, “That’s not how you stop this. You know your word. That’s the only way I’m done.”

Just as she finished speaking she moved to the other sit spot and did the same thing. Swatting hard, building the pain to a level I wasn’t accustomed to when it came to her hand. All I could do was lay over her lap and accept it. My throat was dry from all the yelping I was doing. When she handed me a pillow to hold onto as I felt pools arise in my eyes.

With the pillow now close ma’am intensified her effort and moved to the only place exposed to her that wasn’t surely red and on fire. The back of my thighs. The first swat that landed felt like torture. The second wasn’t any better. She always used the same methodical technique on the very rare occasion she spanked my thighs. Down one leg and up the other. Each side would receive three flaming swats in this fashion. How long she did it was another matter. Sometimes she would only visit once or twice and others she would spend just as much time there as she did on my cheeks.

She seemed to be doing the later now, however, “Little bit, I love you more than you could know. I’m here for you always. Tonight could have gone a lot differently if you would have talked to me and been honest with me, instead you are getting a very hard spanking.”

I held onto the pillow as I felt my heart physically hurt. I knew she was right. But I also knew there was something inside of me that needed precisely what she was doing at the moment. I felt the first wave of tears stream down my face when Ma’am’s hand squeezed mine tightly. The tears weren’t the slow steady kind but instead were the loud, ugly, soul cleansing kind. I continued crying hard the entire time ma’am spanked. I thought about everything that had happened today and I felt horrible. More than horrible even. Ma’am cared too much about me. I wasn’t sure if I would ever understand why, but she did. Even when I cursed her out and told her to leave she cared enough to take care of my needs.

The thought of that made me cry harder as the swats were slowing down. She was one of the few people that cared enough to stay no matter what. I knew ma’am deserved to know the real reason today had been so horrible.

I felt when ma’am stopped her relentless punishment of the backs of my legs, through the tears, I tried talking to her, “Pl- please-..” I tried, however, was awash with another wave of desperate tears.

Ma’am understood what I was asking for. She pulled me up from over her lap and cuddled me close to her. I fell willingly and whole heartily into her arms and just cried as I hid against her chest.

I couldn’t tell you the amount of time I was there, crying, however, she never let me go. As my breathing slowed and evened out she whispered into my ear, “Little bit, you ready to tell me what was going on today?”

Without moving I nodded slowly, I was going to, however, I didn’t want to come out from my hiding place against her chest.

“You can stay right there little bit. I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.”

Ma’am rubbed soothing patterns on my back like a mother would a sick child as she patiently waited for me to talk to her. Taking a deep breath I told her, “I got my mid-term paper back. It was an ‘F.’ They… they are accusing me of cheating.”

I felt her arms tighten around me which made me relax into her even more. I felt protected in her embrace, “Ma’am they can kick me out. In the least, I will fail my class. I’ve got a disciplinary hearing in a week.”

“Lex, I know you would never do such a thing. We will gather all your research and even get logs for the research library. I even have a lawyer friend that will help us if we need it. I promise you, Lex, I’ll do everything in my power to make sure they don’t kick you out or fail you.”

I closed my eyes and rested against ma’am. I had refused to think about it all day. The spectacle of being asked to stay after class so the professor could speak to me. It was humiliating and painful. What was worse was being forced to stand there and not be able to defend myself. And to top it all off I was going to be called in front of a board of ten administrators to explain myself so they could decide if they should kick me out. I had wanted to crawl in a hole then. However, I had several classes left at this point and had to go to them. It hurt to think someone thought I cheated. I expected perfection from myself and tried so hard to keep an ‘A’ in all my classes. I just cried harder thinking about what it would do to my GPA if I did fail. I’d lose my scholarship and be forced to take out an extensive loan or worse.

Ma’am stopped petting my hair and asked suddenly, “Little bit, do you know why they think you cheated?”

I shook my head before hiding myself under her chin again. “I only know the professor said there were two papers that were similar in nature. He wouldn’t tell me anything else. Why would I be the one cheating? I don’t understand.”

I still didn’t want to move from my place against ma’am’s chest. I could hear her heartbeat and knew it was going to be okay. However, as soon as I thought about what I had done to her this evening my tears started a new. I couldn’t begin to express just how sorry I was for what I had done, “I’m sorry ma’am. I’m so sorry.”

“I know little bit. You are already forgiven.” Ma’am held me as I continued to cry and again, we found ourselves in silence other than me in tears of regret and anguish at my actions.


The Trouble with Trouble – Part Four

Part One is Here.
Part Two is Here.
Part Three is Here.

Keep it spanky, my kinky folks! – 🙂

As we finished our meal in silence, I stood, collecting the dishes, pilling them on top of one another, so that I could begin washing up. I tried to ignore Kerry as she stood and helped, but everything in me wanted to snap at her. I didn’t want her to help me. She was treating me like a child at this point!

“You don’t have to help me. I’ve got it under control. I know you have better things to be doing.” I could hear how cold my voice sounded. My bottom twitched knowing that was not the best idea.

“Hey, I have nothing I’d rather be doing than be here with you. I’m helping you because you seemed stressed and have a lot on your plate.” She soothingly answered while rubbing the small of my back from her place beside me at the kitchen sink.

“I don’t need fucking help,” I growled lowly to myself and I dropped the dishes loudly into scalding hot water.

“What was that, young lady?” Ma’am’s hand stopped moving on my back and I could see her staring up at me from the corner of my eye.

“I wasn’t talking to you.” I spat out at her, venom filling my voice.

“I’m aware. You know how I feel about cursing.” I huffed, ignored her, sticking my hands into the hot water, grabbing the first plate, scrubbing it clean.  Ma’am took the plate from my hand and began drying it. Everything happened in slow motion.

I saw what Kerry was doing, I spun, raising the wine glass above my head, and hurled it against the wall opposite both of us, watching it crash loudly into the wall and shatter into one thousand tiny pieces.

Kerry was standing, eyes wide at my display of emotion. I began to yell, “Why can’t you just leave me alone!? Just get out of my house and leave me alone!”

I could feel the day snapping inside. Every emotion came spilling out at my mouth and into the one person that seemed to be able to stay when no one else would. Even though I knew somewhere inside my head she meant well, I had enough. If she didn’t understand otherwise I was about to make sure she understood in a way she couldn’t mistake. I didn’t want her here. Or well that was the part of me that won out at least. I had to ignore the part of me that still wanted to jump into her arms and beg her to hold me all night.

My actions weren’t the only ones that happened in slow motion Kerry’s did as well. Carefully, she put aside the dishes she was drying and with her right hand seized my left ear, pulling me towards the doorway to my living room.

“You’ve done it, little bit. You’ve pushed all you are going to tonight. It’s about time for a second dose of my hand.”

I was led through the kitchen, around the glass and then into the living room. I struggled to get loose, however, I realized spanking bottoms wasn’t the only toppy exercise she was expert in as the hold on my ear redoubled and she added her other hand to the back of my pants making sure I wasn’t going to go anywhere.

“Let me go! That hurts! Let me go right now.” I knew I must have sounded like a child screaming at their parent’s, but it didn’t matter. My words were being ignored as I was continued to being frog-marched through the house.

Suddenly I realized where she was leading me. In the middle of the room still stood her chair. Yes, it was her chair alone. There was only one purpose for it. It was for her to sit on while she spanked the daylights out of me.  I didn’t have time to think before my pants and panties both where in a heap around my feet and I was being hauled over her right knee with expert ease.

I realized as soon as the first swat of her hand landed on my bare cheeks that she was being very easy on me earlier in the evening. That one swat was enough to shoot fire throughout the center of my backside and make me want to rub the sting away.

Her voice broke through the loud echo of swats, it was strong and surprisingly calm, “I knew I should have just taken care of this the moment you got home today. And that’s my fault. I should have realized what you really needed a very sound spanking and just took care of it instead of letting you brat your way around all night. Don’t worry little bit. I’m going to make sure it’s taken care of now!”

The entire time she spoke she continued with her quick hard swats pounding them down all over my cheeks. It only took moments to build a deep pain in my rear at the pace and strength she was going. The squirming I was doing now was not me bratting and trying to get her to stop! No, I couldn’t control my squirming from the pain she was applying to my backside!

However, that’s not the only thing I could feel happening. As she spanked and spanked holding me in place to take what I realized was a richly deserved spanking I could feel my emotions once again come alive inside. However, this time they were going to come out differently.

“Lexington Claudia you know better than to curse and throw things! Either of us could have been hurt with flying glass. I’m not sure what in the world you were thinking young lady but rest assured when you sit for the next few days you will indeed have a good reminder that it better never happen again.”

Spanking Books Everywhere!!

Spanking fans gather around! We have so much spanking fiction to read of late it makes me so happy that folks are writing and expanding in this market! One day hopefully we will be equally represented in the spanking community! Anyway below are several books and authors for a spanky roundup of fiction. Know that all authors love when you leave em a review or comment! (If you need help reviewing without your name being public just ask we can help with that!)

First up:

Many of you know the lovely Alyx Fic/Rancher through her blog Alyxfic or her professional site AlyxRancher where many a spanky folk have gathered over the years to enjoy Alyx’s deliciously squirmy fiction for years now. Season’s Heatings is a collection of Alyx’s holiday spanking stories from years prior (and I hear there may be a new one too!). So, if you are still in a holiday mood or just a spanky one give this collection of stories a try! (Also, isn’t that cover awesome!)

Second up:

My good bud Claire Britain published her sequel Riley’s Reckoning back in late November where we get the great pleasure of continuing to follow Riley’s and Joanna’s story. Well, lucky for you all I happen to have a little bit that Ms. Britain is willing to share! If you enjoy be sure to check out this book and her first one Reigning in Riley! Also, go follow Wayward Angles to keep up with what she is getting up to! (Which is usually trouble!)

Bit from Riley’s Reckoning:

“Riley, in the bedroom closet, behind the door on the rack, there’s a black leather belt. I need you to go and get it for me,” Joanna directed somberly.

Riley saw Kate turn around after hearing Joanna’s words and a single tear rolled down her cheek as she stood compliantly to retrieve the belt.

“Riley,” Joanna said in a softer voice, making Riley stop and look at her. Joanna reached out and grasped the smaller woman’s shoulders before bending down and depositing a small kiss to the top of her head.

Riley’s lip began to tremble, so she turned and headed toward the bedroom. It didn’t take her long to find the belt Joanna had told her to retrieve. She took it off the hook and held it in both hands, running the supple leather that was about an inch and a half wide through her fingers. She wasn’t afraid; if anything, she was more than ready to accept whatever Joanna had in store for her, as she stared at the leather strap in her hands.

“Bring it here, Riley,” she heard Joanna demand, bringing her out of her trance.

Riley looked out from behind the closet door and saw her girlfriend sitting on the bed. She didn’t hesitate as she headed over to the bed to face Joanna. Joanna held out her hand and Riley threw the belt into her hands with a huff.

“Riley, do you know why…”

“Yes, I do, can we just get this over with?” Riley asked, not making eye contact with her lover as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her running pants and began to peel them down.

“Stop! You seem to forget who’s in control here, young lady.”

“Whatever, just do it already,” Riley replied, her running pants now at her knees as she began the same process with her panties. Before Riley could dispense with her underwear, Joanna reached up and grasped Riley by the ear and steered the younger woman down over her thighs. Riley felt her panties being pulled up tight, exposing her nether cheeks then Joanna began a flurry of crisp, fast spanks as her girlfriend lectured her.

“You, young lady, will do as you are told, otherwise we are going to be here a very long time. Do you understand me?”

Third up:

Finally, I get to my brilliant co-author and dear friend Ms. Stardawn Cabot (I just call her Ms. Cabot it aggravates her ;P ) She has been diligently working on republishing The Sangria Tiger Tales! Book one was available a few weeks ago and book two will be available Monday but is on preorder now. 🙂 The Sangrian Tiger Tales is a fantasy world about Queens, love, forgiveness and fighting for your family and country. Lucky for me and you all Ms. Cabot has sent me a small bit to share with you all! Also here is the link to her newish blog!

Bit from book one:

“What’s gotten into you?” Silver asked noticing that Keridwen was sitting and staring at her.  She’d been very quiet throughout the afternoon, but now that they’d camped for the night, she was expecting Keridwen to relax and settle in. “You feeling alright?”


“Keridwen, I asked if you were feeling alright.  You’re too quiet, honey.  Are you sleepy?”

Keridwen shrugged.  “Not really.  I’ve just been thinking.”

“Oh? About what?”

“You,” Keridwen admitted with a small blush.  “I’m just sitting here and watching the sunlight play off your hair.”

“Keridwen, we talked about this,” Silver scolded.

“I’m not doing anything, Silver.  I can’t help the way I feel.  You’re beautiful; especially your hair.”

Silver rolled her eyes.  “It’s just dirty blonde, flat, and usually unruly.”

“My people would never refer to it as dirty.”

“Well, that’s what my people call it.”

Keridwen shook her head.  “I would never call it such.  It is too beautiful to be referred to as dirty.”

“I’m curious then, what would you call it?”

“Your hair?  Hmmm, I told you hair is important to us.  It’s is never merely brown, or blonde,” Keridwen looked at Silver for a long moment, examining her before she replied.  “Early morning sunrise, golden, but still mixed with darkness.”

“You told me your sister was the poet, but I think you’re selling yourself short,” Silver teased.

“What that a short joke?” Keridwen asked before sticking her tongue out.

“Brat.  Come here.”

Keridwen smirked but wandered around to Silver’s side of the fire. Sitting down next to her, she let Silver pull her into a side hug.  “I hate being short.”

“I don’t mind it,” Silver admitted, “Although you’re a lot of fun when you’re taller,” she teased with a little tickle.  They grew quiet a moment as Silver looked up at the sky.  “Your sky is so different here.”

“Do you miss your stars?” Keridwen asked.

“A little.  I guess I never paid much attention to them, but it feels odd.  This world, it’s very different, but it’s the same enough that it reminds me of Earth.  The sky is the one thing that reminds me that I’m not there anymore.”

Last but not least:


Just thought I would take a moment to mention my own baby again (sorry for some of you that are probably sick of it by now!) Melissa and Bethany (Beth) Winters are identical twins, but that’s where their similarities end — or so they think. Beth is a lonely work-a-holic while Melissa is happily committed to her partner, Sarah. When Beth stumbles upon Melissa’s secret, however, she is shocked, confused, and more than a little curious. Not able to let the secret go, Beth confides in her twin, but her confession opens up a whole new world to both of them which forces Beth to make a choice. Will she run from the only family she has or will both sisters find a way for their lives to change for good?

We have several sneak peeks here and here! Please take a look if you so please!

Anyway, I hope you discover something to keep you warm as this winter keeps going and going! I know it’s colder here this year than it’s been in a long time and I always need something to keep me company as I curl up under a fuzzy blanket. 😉


Finally, I wanted to take a moment to make a short but completely unrelated announcement. I have decided to remove all my poetry from this blog and keep it just to spanking stories and topics about spanking. I thought I would mention that in case anyone wanted to read any of it before it was all gone.

Have a lovely rest of your weekend folks and keep it spanky – LT

Dear Diary 1/24/2019

Hi lads and ladies and everyone in between! I wanted to briefly speak about this intermission between “The Trouble with Trouble” parts. I was about to post the next part, however, I realized that it needed a good bit more editing than I thought so I need this week to work on that. Also, I realized I haven’t gotten much reaction to the story as a whole so I’m not sure if you all are enjoying it! So, if you are and want to see it back next week let me know, please! Feedback keeps Jojo and I both motivated to keep creating stories and post for you all. Anyway, this is just a one-shot until I figure out where The Trouble with Trouble is going or if it’s going!

Also, I feel sad that I have to address this, but I feel I must with these Diary entries and anything I post especially in the first person. All my stories are fiction. They are based on stories and fiction I create in my head. While on rare occasion stories may be loosely based on real life that is rare and very loosely based. For instance, these diary entries are not actually me, but about someone that lives in my head! Anyway, I felt the need to declare that as it’s been something that I’ve been asked about before. I hope you all enjoy my first person pov stories. 🙂

Keep it spanky and enjoy Dear Diary 1/24/19 – LT

Dear Diary,

Being switchy pants is sometimes hard. It’s complicated and messy. It’s hard to top when you feel like a brat and hard to be a brat when you feel like a top. Today it’s one of those feeling like a brat when I should just stick to being a Top. It’s been a long time since I’ve been over anyone’s knee and I can tell. I’m moody and just want to cuddle with everyone. I need someone to take me by the ear and pull my pants down and well… you know the rest. I’ve tried everything I know how. Being bratty, just asking, and even acting out a little bit. Okay, a lot bit but eh… no one has that responsibility. I wanna pout but I don’t get that privilege either. I think I’m jealous of those that do get someone toppy. Anyway, I’m not sure what to do. I don’t want to make anyone feel bad or guilty, because it’s hard for everyone. I suppose I’ll go crawl into my bed and close my eyes and hope to go to sleep to the thought of just what someone toppy would do if I was with them.

I’d probably whine and ask them not to, but at the same time be thrilled that they were going to finally give me what I’ve been needing an wanting for so long. I would blush fifteen shades of red as they asked me just what brought us there. Sure, I’d answer but as usual, that wouldn’t be enough. She’d probably send me to a corner where I’d struggle to stand any sort of still, but I’d think about what was going to happen. That’s when the tingling feelings would really set in. Low in the belly and the untouched skin of my cheeks. I’d try to focus on where those two walls met but I’m sure that’d be more focused on the impending spanking. Finally, she’d call me, and we would have a short conversation. When the conversation was over, I’d then find myself pulls quickly over her knee. It’d scare me at first, I’m sure. It always does, but then there would be relief. Relief of the knowledge I don’t have to be in charge for a few minutes. Within a few short moments of her finding my waist and getting comfortable something would shift. I’d be able to begin to let go.

I know it hurt when her hand finally met my backside. But do I need that. I imagine she’d start slow and build the rhythm slowly. I’d just relax an let go. The feeling of hand on bum is like nothing else. It’s warm and stings and even hurts a lot if the swat is hard enough or there is enough of them in a row. I can only imagine hiding my head into a pillow as she swats faster and harder. The heat building and the bottom becoming more uncomfortable. She would eventually reach for the boy shorts and jerk those down as well as her sure strong voice would tell me off for allowing myself to become this tense and stressed. It gives me shivers just to think about bare skin meeting bare skin. I’d blush again feeling exposed and venerable over her knee, but I’m sure that feeling would quickly fade just as quickly as that hairbrush was felt on my now exposed skin.

The hairbrush while it’d hurt, I crave it. It’d sting and burn and just plainly hurt, but it would be the time for her to get me out of my head. Every swat would release another layer of stress. Of anxiety. Of worry. Each swat would be a vacation for my thoughts. I’d be more too though. She’d be showing her love. Her care. Spanking is a dance of two people’s need for a mutual physical connection. Painful connection, but still a connection. While I’d be grateful for every swat of that brush after the spankings were over I can admit I would be a bit of a baby. I don’t have such a strong pain tolerance. I’d whine and wriggle, but I do hope she wouldn’t stop anytime soon.

I can imagine the sting of her brush as she would visit my pour sit spots. That’s the part I’d feel later. Each spank would create a reminder I would feel for days to come for whenever I’d sit. I’d hate it. Oh would I hate the feeling of being held and place to be spanked, but I’d be necessary. I know I’d embarrass myself with my need to kick and wriggle as those swats punished my sit spots. Those last few would ring out around us and I would find myself tired. And I’d want to cry, but with my flaming cheeks and depleted emotions, I’d finally still as the spanking ended on the hardest note yet. I also crave the feeling just after the end of the spanking. Just as she puts the brush aside and hand will sooth the damage she did. I’d find solace in her touch. The silence would be a comfort for once.

I’d like to stay there over her knee being cared about for a bit before she would finally help me up to stand and find my place on her lap. I imagine her touch as I would be welcomed into her open arms and hide against her feminine frame. I want her cuddles just as much as I want her spanking palm. I’d cry diary. When she was finally able to give me a kiss on the forehead and rub my still exposed cheeks as I hide against her bosom. I’d cry about the unfairness of her having to take me to task. And the relief I felt because she did. I’d no longer feel guilty for being moody because I’d been well punished for it. Finally, she’d make me climb into bed sans pants and tuck me in tight. I’d sleep on my tummy with a small smile on my face as my poor bottom throbbed at such a through thrash. Sleep after such a thorough spanking isn’t like anything else, diary. And man would I sleep.

That’s what I’ll try to imagine tonight as I snuggle in my bed. The feeling of a raised bum, spanking palm, warm embrace and forgive naughtiness.

Night Night Diary.

– Switch in need of a Top

The Trouble with Trouble – Part Three

Part One Here.
Part Two Here.

I could feel Ma’am’s eyes on my back as I harshly chopped up tomatoes. Kerry had followed me into the kitchen a while after I had marched off. I didn’t have to look to know what she was doing as she stood there. I could vividly picture her arms crossed across her chest, left ankle crossed over the right, shoulder leaning against the kitchen door frame. Her eyebrows would be pinched together and lips in a thin line.

I tried hard to focus on my chopping, ignoring my fluttering stomach and racing thoughts, as I heard Kerry stride closer to me. “Let me help you cook. It’ll get done faster that way. You should focus on school work anyway.” Heat exploded from my chest. It was like she thought I was incompetent or something! I had managed my life well before she was a part of it. I didn’t need help now!

“I’m fine! Don’t need you to help me!”

Instantly, Ma’am removed the knife from my hand, placing it on the counter, spun me to the side and began connecting her solid hand to my still uncomfortable bottom as she firmly spoke, “You do not yell at me, young lady! You get your backside upstairs to your bedroom and don’t come out until I come to get you.”

Every word she spoke was equally punctuated with a firm swat which continued guiding me towards the stairs with a firm hand on my arm and steely palm on my bottom. I ran as fast as I could up the stairs fighting back a pool of tears. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. Why would I talk to my Ma’am like that? I wanted so bad to go down and climb into her arms and never let go, but at the same time, I couldn’t admit that’s what I needed so bad right now. I hated this.

Reaching my bed, I curled up under the blankets and held onto my stuffed hippo closely and tried to relax. I replayed and replayed this day over and over in my head up until the most recent interaction with Ma’am.

I couldn’t explain it. I wanted to fight with her, but to snuggle in her lap. To get her attention and a reaction and for her just to leave me alone. Why did she always want to fix it? Why couldn’t I let her? This was so confusing.


I woke to the sound of someone lightly knocking on my bedroom door. I turned and saw Kerry enter and cross the room sitting on the side of the bed, “Hi, little bit, how did you sleep?”

I shrugged and sat up in the bed, stretching my stiff muscles, “I guess it was okay. I should have been doing homework.”

Ma’am cupped my cheek gently, “Bit, I know you do well with your school work and are always ahead, so you have no reason to be this worked up about a thirty-minuet nap.”

I huffed and went to stand up, but, was caught by ma’am, her pulling me back onto her lap, encircling her arms around my waist, a move that usually made me feel safe, however, today had the opposite effect.  I could feel my tense body getting ready to fight with her again. However, I silently sat listening to what she had to say to me.

“Are you calmer now, little bit?”

“I’m fine ma’am.”

“Just remember what I told you. You will go back over my knee for another spanking if you don’t cool it with that attitude.”

“Yeah, I got it.”

I got up from her lap and went downstairs to find the meal I had been preparing sitting on the kitchen table steaming hot.

Ma’am followed me down the stairs, “I hope my lasagna is as good as yours is.”

I didn’t respond, instead sat at the table in silence, tracing random shapes with the tip of my finger, finding the table more interesting than Kerry.

“Eat little bit, especially since you didn’t have lunch.” Kerry thrust a plate and fork into my hands.

“I’m not hungry.” Even as I said those words my stomach gave me away growling loudly, which made me frown sharply at my own body betraying me.

“Eat little bit I’m not asking.” I huffed scooping salad, lasagna and garlic bread onto my plate. However, I wasn’t going to eat without something to wash it down with.

I stood going into the kitchen, getting out a wine glass for myself and pouring a large glass of red wine into the glass.

As soon as ma’am saw the wine bottle and full glass in my hand she gave me a firm look, “Oh, I think not. You are in a mood, so no alcohol for you.” Without warning, she took the glass out of my hand and set it aside.

I tried to keep my growl low so she wouldn’t hear. I wanted to drink and to hell with what she wanted! I knew that it would allow me to relax and hopefully keep me out of trouble with Ma’am. So instead I took a long drag from the bottle and sat it on the table next to my plate.

Shaking her head Kerry took the bottle out of my hand as well and moved it out of my reach, “Enough you. This is absolutely the last warning you are getting. The next conversation we have is going to be with the paddle!” Pointing to my seat on the opposite side of the table to her she told me, “Sit. Eat. We have some things to discuss.”

I forced myself to slowly eat the first bite of the food. It was delicious, not that I wanted to admit that to Ma’am. It felt good to get food into my body even if I didn’t want to tell her that. I was glad she had put her foot down not that I would admit that

“So, little bit, you want to tell me what happened today that has you acting out,” I fiddled with my phone, I spun it around and around on the table top as she continued, “You know you can tell you anything. Maybe if you talk about it you will feel better.”

I chewed slower than necessary as I considered what she was saying, swallowing I admitted to her, “I won’t feel better when you get mad about me failing a quiz today.”

Ma’am laid her fork down and reached across the table stilling my hand, “You know I’ve never been mad at you for your grades. I know you work hard and do your best. Did you work hard and do your best?”

I shrugged, pulling away from her touch and continued to eat, realizing that eating meant less opportunity for me to speak to her. The less opportunity for me to speak the better.

“I’m here when you decide you are ready to talk.”


I nodded and continue eating, enjoying the silence between us.

The Trouble with Trouble – Part Two

Part One can be found here.

Two solid hands gripped either hip keeping me where I was on her lap, “Stop that. You aren’t going anywhere little bit. It seems you need to find out what happens to young ladies who don’t listen to their Tops and pout about being spanked.” Before I could control my own voice, I heard a whine rumble from my throat. I couldn’t see her, but I had a very educated guess at her reaction to me. She would pierce her lips and shoot me a stern gaze with her blue eyes. I could feel when one of Kerry’s arms tightened around my hip and the other leave its place on my body. I tensed in realization about what was about to happen.

True to my knowledge a first swat befall the center of my backside. I tried to not give her the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead of biting my lips together and curling my hands into a tight fist. I held silently for several minutes as the sounds of steady swats echoed around us.

However, it was pointless. Ma’am’s palm knew how to skillfully warm my bottom! The swats were growing firmer and firmer each round that was completed, all leading to one goal: building the heat up in my backside expertly!

“Owie, ma’am… come on… I’ll pay attention. I promise. ”

It wasn’t long before I had the uncontrollable urge to get away from the palm talking with my bottom. The heat started off as nothing more than a low tingly warmth. It quickly spread deeper into the muscle. The pain of a hand spanking is hard to describe. It’s a mixture of sharp pain, to begin with then growing soreness as the swats continue to build on one another.

My emotions bubbled in my stomach. Why did she have to spank me? It wasn’t fair! All I wanted was for her to stop. But as much as I wanted her to stop I also wanted her to bare my still clothed backside, spank harder and tell me all was going to be okay and hold onto me until I relaxed, for her to remind me that she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

However, the side that hated this won. I started kicking my feet into the air, matching her still steady pattern of swats.

Ma’am’s firm voice cut into the sounds of my spanking like a knife, “Little Bit, no kicking. You know better.” My only response was to kick hard and struggle to get away more fighting both my emotions and the warmth in my bottom.

I groaned loudly as I felt sure hands travel from my backside to the waistband of my leggings. She peeled them down over my cheeks exposing the back of my panties to her will. “You are going to relax and accept this spanking Lexington Claudia!”

The swats were much more pronounced now without my leggings the heat built faster and deeper this way. She was meticulous in her steady barrage of swats back and forth and up then down. Hoping to make her stop, I tried a different strategy. I sagged, limp, over her lap and stilled my movements, allowing the blood to rush to my head and her to completely support my body. It took a lot of willpower to completely relax all my muscles and give in, in the hopes she would stop. Thankfully a few swats later Ma’am stopped the swats resting her hand on my backside.

“Are you going to calm down, or do I need to send you after my paddle?” My tight lips contained the bratty answer that I wanted to give, instead, I nodded my head.

“Yes, yes I’ve had enough I’ll be good for you. No paddle needed.”

“The next time will be the paddle, understood?”

“Yes, ma’am, understood.”

I felt as Ma’am’s hand leave my backside once more and then brought down four hard swats that echoed throughout the house. She connected to the base of my bottom, where I sat, where my skin was much more sensitive. Each swat felt like it was being seared into my backside. I clamped onto the chair legs with a white-knuckle grip and wait for her to finish punishing my tender sit spots.

When Kerry finish spanking I felt her strong hands soothing my hot backside, yet still holding me securely in place, “You ready to get up little bit?”

I was more than ready. Without saying anything I struggled to get my feet back under me to find my balance as I stood. Kerry steadied me, holding my arm, “You don’t have to do everything on your own. I would have helped you up.”

“I know, but it’s fine.” Kerry reached out and pulled me to her guiding me to sit on her lap. Relaxing, I allowed myself to momentarily melt into her embrace. I buried my face in her neck and could feel her short auburn locks tickle my face. She wrapped her long arms around me and held me close to her. I enjoyed the silence until the sting in my backside became something, I couldn’t ignore any longer. Squirming uncomfortably my irritation at the world spurred itself to the surface once more and my now tender cheeks added to that irritation.

Cautiously I stood, jerking my leggings back into place but, avoiding the sight of Ma’am, “I have a lot to do. I need to make dinner and do some work. You staying?” Ma’am silently watched me for several moments.

“Yes, I think I need to. I think me and you aren’t done talking tonight.” She announced a matter of factly.

I huffed and turned left her sitting in her oh so important ‘spanking chair’ and marched into the kitchen.

Another Snippet From Confessions Of Gemini

Below Stardawn and I decided to share another one of our favorite little snippets from Confessions of Gemini. 🙂 It’s available for sale on Amazon and for free on KU! (The link is down below!)  Any reviews would be greatly appreciated. Keep it spanky – LT

“What’s that?” Melissa asked.

“Ah, nothing. Just a little piece of trash.”

“Then why are you trying to hide it? Hand it over,” Melissa directed.

In another moment of panic, Sarah snatched the paper off the floor. She put it behind her back, protecting her ill-fated secret for a bit longer. “No, really it’s nothing. I’m just going to throw it away.”

Melissa stepped towards her, locking eyes with her and making Sarah very nervous. “I told you to do something, young lady, and I expect you to do it! Give me the paper. Now.”

Sarah shook her head and backed further away from the intimidating Melissa. She wanted to run, but hitting the counter, she quickly realized she had nowhere else to go.

“Now, Sarah Annabelle.”

Sarah’s eyes widened. There was no way she’d be able to get by Melissa without her lover catching her, and with the realization that there was no escape, the panic increased tenfold.  Her heart was beating faster and faster now.  Handing the paper over would be like confessing.   That was the last thing she wanted to do.

“Give that to me,” Melissa growled as she reached around Sarah for the paper in her hands.

Out of options, Sarah spun, tossed the paper into the garbage disposal, and flipped the switch causing it to roar to life and eat the paper.

Melissa’s mouth was agape as she looked from the sink and back at Sarah. Not blinking, she reached for the utensil holder sitting on the counter and pulled out a wooden spoon. She then took Sarah by the ear and led her to the end of the counter before pushing her over it.

“No, no, no, no,” Sarah begged as the spoon landed with a loud pop. “Please, I’m sorry, Melissa. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Really?” Melissa grunted as Sarah squirmed through a good dozen rapid-fire swats. “I can only imagine what you were thinking, or what was on that paper,” Melissa scolded, pulling Sarah back up only long enough to undo the button and zipper to her pants. She quickly yanked them down before pressing Sarah back against the counter.

“You’re going to tell me what was on that paper,” Melissa demanded, giving Sarah a pop on both her panty covered cheeks.

Sarah wiggled wildly across the top of the counter. The heat was quickly building in her backside and the spoon was far from her favorite implement. “Please Melissa, ma’am, you’ll be mad if I tell you,” she implored.

Her pleas fell on deaf ears, however, because Melissa didn’t relent. Instead, she continued her hold on Sarah’s lower back, placing two firm pops lower, on her tender sit spots. “Be that as it may, little brat, I want to know what was on that paper. And the longer it takes you to tell me, the longer your strapping is going to be later!”

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The Trouble with Trouble – Part One

Hiya spanky folks. I have a series for you all. This was originally intended to be for the latest anthology but I didn’t like it for that so here we are. It will be in 7ish parts in total and as I’ve been doing for a while now I’ll be posting one part each Thursday. This story is the Ma’am and little bit characters, but this is when I decided to name them and give some more detail about them. If you haven’t already follow me so you are the first one to know when the next part has been uploaded. 🙂

Keep it spanky and leave me a comment to tell me how it’s going. – LT

I couldn’t help, but once again admire, how beautiful my mahogany wood floors were, with their rich red color and the interlocking grain pattern throughout. I had never noticed, that is until four months ago when Kerry Volwskey walked into my life, as I had never been this close-up and personal to my flooring before. The floor contrasted starkly with my pale hands, which were holding up my tall frame of 6’1 steadily in place, over Kerry’s lap.

Long chestnut ringlets fell around my face as I gazed under the chair I was bent over. I noticed something else I had failed to before this moment. Ma’am always had on those black leather western boots that made her already tall frame more intimidating. I could hear the click-clack in my head and felt a wave of shivers run up my spine, her gait was unmistakably hers and usually, it ended with me in a position like the one I was now.

Kerry and I had met in the spring earlier in the year. I was young, almost innocent, and in need of someone to come along and guide me. Kerry was just that person, years of experience, and wisdom of more years than I, and a hell of a lot of patience and love. We clicked the first time we talked. She had a way to make me feel calmer and drew me into her presence, but it felt safe. However, unlike a lot of people at the spanking parties, we had been attending she wanted to talk about anything and everything, not just our shared kink. Our first conversations were about religion, psychology, education, politics and even technology. Our bond was quickly formed the first party we spent together, curled up, side by side, talking in what felt like our own little world.

Thinking back I could still feel the thrill I felt back then at receiving my very first spanking, which she had administered. I was being a bit silly and had dared her to do something about it. Well, true in Top fashion she did. From that moment our relationship just happened. I was a brat in need of a Top and she was a Top in need of a brat. It wasn’t easy at times, especially like now, as I was face down staring at the floor from over her lap with my butt rather unfortunately high in the air, but she was my Ma’am and I was her little bit.

I carefully adjusted both hands on the uncomfortably hard floor waiting. For what I wasn’t sure. I’m sure Kerry, or Ma’am, as I sometimes affectionally, sometimes brattily called her was speaking to me from somewhere above my prone backside, however, I wasn’t in a frame of mind to really focus or possibly even care what she was saying.

Yes, it had been one of those days.

One of those days when I didn’t give a fuck anymore. I wanted to run away and never come back. Unluckily I’d been caught before that could come to fruition, which had led to my current predicament.

Work sucked. School sucked more. And well, my family. That didn’t even suck. That’d mean any of them were talking to me, other than to tell me what a horrible person I was. However, I could hear the whisper in the back of my mind. None of this mattered right now. I should be focusing on the woman, rubbing, what I knew was a very steely palm, across my upturned rear end, but I couldn’t force myself to. Instead, all that I could feel was her legs against my belly supporting my body as I lay here and her warmth seeping into my cold tired bones.

The day had started out bad. As soon as I walked out of the house this morning it was freezing cold, a steady barrage of rain falling. I had only a few hours of sleep, which made everything seem to happen in slow motion. Finally arriving at my first class, only to realize I completely forgot about the damn abnormal psychology quiz, which of course I was unprepared for, surely failing it. Followed by having to skip lunch because I forgot my wallet at home.

Once the exhaustingly long morning at school was done, I went to work only to find I was going to run the ‘front’ of the supermarket by myself, as everyone else was busy or didn’t show up to work today. The shift had been long, a steady line of people getting ready for the Christmas. Despite the cheerful time of year everyone seemed to be grumpy or bitchy or mad at me for something I had nothing to do with. However, Kerry had been waiting for me when I walked in.

My heart jumped in my chest when ma’am placed an unfortunately hard swat to the back of my right thigh, shooting stinging pain into where it landed, however, grabbing my wandering attention.

Ma’am’s voice was steely as she asked, “Are you even going to act like you are paying attention to me, young lady?”

I bit my lip as I considered my answer. There was no right answer to her question. Obviously, she would know if I lied and said that I had been paying attention. And answering no I wasn’t going to pay attention would surely come out as a smartass answer… all of these options would surely lead to more swatting. Instead, I closed my eyes and did the only thing I could think of. I began to squirm, attempting, to get off her lap, even as I knew deep inside that it would a futile move on my part.


From: Ma’am To: Little Bit


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I know it’s late as always! I hope you all enjoy anyway!

“Little Bit.”


“I’m serious.”

I pouted. I was too!

She wasn’t being fair. Her perfectly manicured auburn eyebrow shot up.

I looked away and scowled at the world outside. The traffic finally lurched forward and pulled Ma’am’s attention away from me and back onto the packed highway in front of us. I crossed my arms and focused on the slowly passing city outside my window. All I want for Christmas played softly on the radio filling the silence we both had been dropped into.

“Little bit, you would be disappointed if I told you what I got you for Christmas as it wouldn’t be a surprise. You only have four more days to wait and then you will know. Surely you won’t combust before then. So. stop the pouting.”

She was right, but I couldn’t help but allow my bottom lip to poke out further as I whined, “But ma’am! You know I don’t like surprises.”

“Again, you will be okay. I promise.” I caught the slight eye roll she gave me and couldn’t help but to return it. When we fully stopped again, at the next red light her hand left the steering wheel and popped my thigh.

“I saw that little eye roll. Do you know how much of a brat you have been today?” Her tone held a warning. A warning that I knew too well. If you don’t behave I’ll encourage you to behave.

“Well, ma’am… you wouldn’t know what to do with me otherwise.” Ma’am’s blue eyes gave me a quick look before turning back to the road.

Okay, I suppose I should cool it with the brattiness. She did warn me twice and even swatted me once while shopping and at lunch. I was itching to know what she got in a very discreet, but recognizable package. From experience, I knew those long triangle shaped boxes where almost always from Ma’am’s favorite implement stop. However, I wasn’t going to mention that I had seen her sneak it upstairs last weekend… or that I had tried to find it.

I felt my bottom tingled thinking of what she would do if she found out that tad bit. Even though she warned me to stop bugging her about what she had got me for Christmas surely there had to be a way for me to find out what was in that special box before the big day. I needed to know just in case it needed to conveniently disappear for a while, but time was quickly running out. I had to act.

“Ma’am, can I come to your house tonight? I just want to be with you.” Ma’am didn’t take her eyes from in front of her, but I could see the edge of her smile.

“Of course, little bit. You never even have to ask.”

“Thanks. I hate being alone.”

I smiled a little in return and reached to turn up the music. I had found my way into her house without raising suspicions. I was like a spy. A bratty spy but a spy none the less. I was going to find that package and get rid of it if necessary.


Ma’am followed me into her bedroom and pointed at the bed. “Sit. Watch a Christmas movie or something. I won’t be long in the shower. Then you and I will make some hot cocoa and chat about what plans we have next week.” I huffed a bit, but did what she bid and hopped onto her bed and snuggled among the dozen pillows. We had come home and unloaded the car. She said she felt sticky from the coffee she had spilled all over herself earlier so she wanted a shower. So, here we were. Her wanting to shower, but also wanting to ‘keep an eye’ on me while she did.

I didn’t bother turning the TV on instead I snuggled comfortably among her pillows breathing in her perfume.

“You behave while I’m in the shower. You’ve been awfully bratty today. I’m watching you, young lady.”

The door to the bathroom quietly clicked closed behind Ma’am and the water turned on in the shower. I didn’t move or breathe for several minutes waiting as still as possible to see if Ma’am would come back out for something she might have forgotten.

“She must not be coming back.” I muttered, to the empty room. I carefully stood hoping the mattress under me wouldn’t squeak and alert Ma’am that I was up to something. As soon as I had two feet on the floor I knelt on the soft carpet beside her bed. Leaning down I scanned the far back dark corners under the bed but spotted nothing. Frowning, I got back upright and decided the closet was the next best bet. I crept to the door of her closet and twisted the knob completely to the right while holding my breath. My heart was beating wildly in my chest as I softly pushed the door open just as I peered over my shoulder checking for any signs of change in the bathroom.

The inside of her closet was just as immaculate as the rest of her house. Every piece of clothing neatly hung or folded and color coordinated. A row of hampers was along the back wall surely all color coordinated as well. Boots all aligned on the right which wasn’t surprising as that’s all I’d ever seen her wear. Shaking my head and the guilty feeling of being in her space I allowed the door to open fully and rest against the wall.

At first, I didn’t see any boxes at all, which was odd, because I knew she had to be hiding gifts of some sort. But there was cabinets and drawers around the room perhaps something was stashed there. Otherwise, where could she be hiding them?

I went to the first dresser two feet into the room. Carefully I slid the cherry finished drawer out part of the way only to reveal stacks of t-shirts folded and sorted by rows of color. I found myself shaking my head at my top. So meticulous. Silently I pushed that drawer back in and moved to the next one down. Again I found much of the same, rows of neatly folded PJ bottoms sorted by color and material.

“I should ask her to come organize my closet for goodness sake.”  I pushed the second drawer back into place and scurried to the closet door peeking out. I listened carefully for the sound of water still running in the shower. Thankfully I would still have some time to search.

As I turned back into the closet I caught sight of a short row of implements hanging behind a winter coat against the inside wall. I stepped closer suddenly unsure if I should be testing fate. Sliding the coat away from the wall revealed three pegs that had been screwed into the wall. One peg held rattan canes of different widths and length all hanging from leather ties connected to black and red handles. The middle held various colored crops. One crop had a heart shaped tip, another was whippy in nature and the other two was what you would expect to find on the end of a crop. The third peg over gave me shivers even glancing at it. It held Ma’am’s long walnut holey paddle. At 14 inches long and 4 inches wide that piece of wood was the only implement that I had felt which was hanging up there. The holes in it made it stinger and allowed the pain to travel deeper into the bottom for a longer amount of time. Or so Ma’am had explained.

I heard the grandfather clock downstairs began to chime and shook myself out of the trance the sight of so many dangerous objects put me in. I pushed the coat back into place and glanced around the room. Which cabinet to search first?

“Probably the one in the furthest back… She uses it less, I bet.” Nodding in agreement with my sound argument I entered further into the dangerous abode of my top’s closet.

I stood in front of the tall cherry doors and considered what I was about to do once more. I felt naughty. I could be caught. I shouldn’t be snooping. I should indeed wait the few days until Christmas. But… it was like the box was pulling me! I just had to know what was in that long triangle box ma’am got a few days ago. I pulled the silver handles and swung the doors open. Inside was just what you would expect to find. The bottom shelf situated at waist height to me had stacks of pants just as tidy as the rest of the closet. Two stacks of blue jeans, one stack of black dress slacks, one stack of grey slacks, and another stack of assorted colors.

The other two shelves where much the same. Different clothing all folded and sorted all perfectly in place. However, it was the very top shelf that caught my attention. I was almost too high for me to see anything on it, but I did catch a glimpse of the corner of a white box. I stepped back from the cabinet and stood on my tip toes trying to find if that was indeed the box.

I needed to get up there. But how? Maybe if I jumped and stretched. I went back to the shelf and stood on my tip toes and reached as far as I could.

“What do you think you are doing young lady?!” I jumped and turned quickly finding Ma’am standing in the doorway of her closet with her hands on her hips. She looked pissed. Her robe was loosely tied around her body and short locks dripping wet.

“Uh oh.” I’m sure I looked like a deer caught in headlights. Eyes wide and shocked, frozen in the place that was about to get me in trouble.

“Uh oh is right young lady. You are in more trouble than you know what to do with. So, this what you wanted to come over for? So you could snoop?” Ma’am reached inside the door and pulled the paddle from the hook. She took three steps my way. I felt my feet move away from their own accord. She stopped less than two feet from me and pointed at me with the paddle.

“Get into the bedroom and over the end of that bed. You are going to wait for me until I get dressed. Do you understand?” I nodded and felt my cheeks burn. I had never gone over her bed or anywhere but her lap before. It made me nervous and curious all at once.

“Verbal answers young lady.” Her tone was stronger than I had ever heard it. My butt was toast

“Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry. Please don’t use the paddle! I was just-“ Ma’am closed the distance between the two of us and pulled me away from the cabinets and immediately popped me with the paddle not once but twice. I jumped as the swats flooded my cheeks with pain.

“Ma’am! That hurt!” I urgently told her. As I tried to rub the sting away with one hand.

“That was the point young lady. There is going to be more of those to come. Get in there and wait for me.” Everything in my body wanted to whine and stomp, but my already throbbing backside told me it wouldn’t be the wisest decision to make.

I pulled out of her grip and post haste made it into the bedroom and threw myself dramatically over the end of her bed. I buried my face in the covers and tried to imagine what she was going to do when she was done dressing.

Why did I do it? Why couldn’t I just wait? For goodness sakes, it was just a few more days.. I felt tears begin to prick my eyes. I was so unfair. Why did she have to come out of the shower so quickly? And why didn’t I think?

It wasn’t long before I heard Ma’am muffled footsteps behind me. I didn’t dare look back in worry that I might make her more upset. She didn’t say anything only came to stand just to my left. I felt her hand patting my upraised cheeks. I wanted to squirm under her sure touch.

“Would you like to tell me just what got into you, little bit?” Her voice was calmer now, soothing almost. It somehow made me feel even more guilty.

“I was just curious, Ma’am.” I answered, without moving from my hiding place against the bed.

“Curious about what little bit?” I groaned quietly and shrugged. My desire to hide to was ever growing.  And so was the desire I felt for her just to get the swatting over with already. It was confusing, to say the least. Wanting to throw yourself over her lap and hide so you wouldn’t get spanked all at once.

“Verbal answers young lady. You have already been warned once.” Her voice hardened again. She was meaning business about me answering.

“Yes, ma’am. Sorry, ma’am. I just… was looking for something?”

“Up young lady. I’ve had enough of this going round in circles.” She grabbed two belt loops and pulled me upwards before I had a chance to protest. In a moment I was standing eye to eye with Ma’am. She had dressed in a pressed navy blue button down and form-fitting blue jeans. Her hair was mostly dry as well. She looked fierce. And Toppy. The brat inside me purred and whimpered.

“You weren’t perhaps looking for your Christmas gift were you young lady?” My heart skipped a beat. Shit. What was I suppose to say? I bit my lip and tried to back away. “Oh no, you don’t, brat.” She turned, sat down on the end of her bed and brought me to stand between her knees. Her hands were at the front of my jeans and unbuttoning my pants in moments. “You are going to answer me once and for all if I have to spank you before and after the answer!” With that statement, she whisked down my jeans and panties leaving them pooled about my ankles and my most intimate parts on display. My face felt like it was on fire.

She looked up into my eyes. “This is the absolute last time I’m going to ask. What were you looking for in my closet? I squirmed under her firm stare. I broke eye contact instead finding solace in staring down to her jean-clad thighs. I had never been so embarrassed standing in front of her before. What made it somehow worse was the actual disinterest she showed in anything below my waist.

“I was looking for the Christmas presents.” I felt her fingers go under my chin and bring my face back up to her’s.

“That’s what I thought. That was a very naughty and bratty thing to do. Is there any particular reason why you did that or where you trying to get my attention?” I wanted to groan. What was I suppose to tell her? I was sorta spying one day and saw her get that package? That yes indeed wanted her attention?

“Well, ma’am… the other day? Or well… last weekend? You remember that day I was here all day?”

“Yes, little bit… you are here a lot, but I remember? What of it?”

“I spied when the person came to your door. I saw them deliver the box from the implement store… they always ship in those long triangle boxes…” Ma’am’s eyebrows shot up at this admission.

“So, it wasn’t so much wanted to know the Christmas gifts as it was you wanted to know what I ordered from SpankyRUs?” I bit my lip and began to nod before remembering her earlier threats about verbal answers.

“Yes, ma’am. I thought it was going to be for us for Christmas.. and I wanted to know what you got so I could prepare myself.” Ma’am put a warm palm on each of my bare hips reinforcing the exposed feeling I had. My stomach was a mass of butterflies fluttering.

“What made you think it was anything for either one of us?”

“I… uh… well…” Ma’am pierced her lips and stood. She took my hand in hers. She without word lead me, hobbling because of my still trapped clothes, back to the scene of the crime. She went to the dresser I had partially looked through earlier and knelt down with me standing beside her hands attempting to cover my body. She pulled out the drawer revealing a massive collection of spanking implements. Most of which I had not seen before.

“What makes you think I need any implements? In fact all those shipments you’ve seen me get from SpankyRUs? Those weren’t for me. They are for a young top I’m teaching. And for that matter, I can leave an impression on you with my hand and hairbrush.” My mouth was agape. So many things to process at once. Why… how… when… My cheeks were bright red. I felt silly now. So silly. Ma’am quickly shut the drawer and stood back up again.

“I think we have many things to discuss missy.” I couldn’t help but gulp at the ominous feeling of her words. I was toast. My bottom took that moment to develop goosebumps at the cool air of her closet and the promise of attention. It reinforced just how exposed I was standing half naked while she stood fully clothed at my side.

“I mean… no harm done right Ma’am? I didn’t find anything. Maybe we can forget this whole thing?” Ma’am shook her head and maneuvered me to her dresser. I was led face-first across the top of said dresser and held on for dear life. I didn’t have time to adjust to my new position before the back of my shirt was up and her hand was applying brisk swats across both my cheeks.

“That may be so. However, the intent is the real issue here. You intended to snoop and find what I had hidden, didn’t you?” She asked while still working my backside. She didn’t give me a chance to answer, before continuing, “Yes, you did. So, I intend to make sure you never do it again.”  I groaned and squirmed from the very beginning of her swatting, and hung on for dear life as she went to work with even stronger swats.

Her hand worked back forth distributing swats. My bum didn’t say cool long as the heat built after just a few rounds. She wasn’t saying anything only intent on swatting. Her left hand was on my lower back holding me in place against the wood beneath me. I couldn’t help but begin to dance in place as she focused on one spot at a time with repeated echoing swats before she would move just a bit and repeat the exact same pattern of repeated swats.

“Tell me why snooping is naughty, little bit.” I kicked stomped my right foot as she focused on the crown on my right cheek.

“Because! Because it’s not nice to spy on the people you care about, ma’am?” She switched to my lower cheek after I answered.

“But why little bit? Why is it naughty?” I was struggling to keep hold of the back of the dresser as my cheeks turned into one flaming mass of skin. Her hand hurt! It was hard to focus on her and answer, but I did try between deep breaths.

“Because you- owww- trust… me, ma’am. And when- owie ouchhh- I snoop that breaks that trust?” I whined and answered all at once. Gosh, my backside was on fire already. I was regretting assuming the package was for us or me! And I was regretting snooping for said package!

“Correct. I want you to think about that as I finish warming you up.” I nodded vigorously. I knew I shouldn’t risk saying anything less she hear me utter a string of curse words. Her hand then began to methodically work its way from the very top of my right cheek down to my mid-thigh. The lower her hand went the more it stung. I was almost to the point of begging her to stop.

Now at mid-thigh, she worked her way back up again. Ever little piece of butt I had must have been visited a dozen times over by now. She was being relentless. I couldn’t help the owies and ows that were escaping my lips. My right side wasn’t the only one to receive this treatment! The left did as well. I was just as desperate when she moved there to work her way from top to bottom and bottom to top leaving stinging pain as she went. Finally at the top again she stopped swatting much to my relief. She took the time to cup one of my painful cheeks in her hand.

“I should make your bottom match the color of Santa’s coat shouldn’t I?” I groaned and clinched my vulnerable cheeks. She wasn’t done yet!

I swallowed the frog in my throat and quietly answered, “Whatever, you wish ma’am. But I assure you that I’ve learned my lesson!” She chuckled and released my cheek from her hold instead patting it again as she had earlier.

“I don’t think you really have yet. But I have a way to make sure you do. Why don’t you stand up for me?” My belly dropped. The paddle… she had said…no… I stood and instantly went to cover my bottom with both hands and tried my hardest not to poke my bottom lip out.

“Ma’am please… not the paddle… it hurts so much.” Ma’am pushed my messy locks behind my ear and leaned down to plant a quick kiss on my forehead.

“You were so curious as to what was in the box I’m going to show you.” I watched as she went to the still open cabinet and reach up to the top shelf and pluck the box from above. She held it out to me.

“Open it little bit.” I wasn’t sure I wanted to open the box. Not sure at all. In fact, I was positive whatever in there I wasn’t going to like the feel of on my bottom!

“But Ma’am I thought you said this was for someone else? I shouldn’t open it if it’s for someone else.”

“It was but I think you might find it interesting. Besides, that wasn’t going to stop you earlier.” She scolded giving me a look. I chewed my lip and reluctantly reached for the box. I took it from her and opened the end of it. My belly flipped when all I saw were several long rods wrapped in bubble wrap. My hands were shaking as I pulled the first rod out. I handed the box back to Ma’am and kept the bubble wrapped rod. I gulped as I pulled the tape loose allowing the bubble wrap to come off what it was protecting.

It wasn’t a cane like I suspected. Or even a crop. I really didn’t even know what it was. Sliding it fully out of its protective layering I could see a clear glass or plastic looking rod that was very thin. About the width of a wooden pencil lead. The business end was about a foot in length. It looked deadly. For my bottom at least.

Questioningly I looked up at Ma’am. She placed the box on the ground and stepped towards me carefully removing the implement from my hand. She took it and flexed it while giving me a firm look.

“This is called a naughty switch. It’s appropriately named for those brats that end up on Santa’s naughty list. It’s like a smaller, stingier version of a switch. It’s made from Lexan and it is very flexible. The rest of the box is pretty similar. Some of them have wooden knobs on the end. I think this one will do to cure you of your curiosity.” I couldn’t help but whimper at the thought of a naughty switch with wooden knobs on the end. My butt tingled uncomfortably. I shifted from foot to foot.

“I don’t think that’s necessary Ma’am. I’m still hurting from your hand.” And it did! My butt still stung from her chastisement. She flexed the naughty switch once more. The corner of her mouth turned up just a bit.

“Oh, it’s completely necessary. Now come on you. I think you just might as well bend over and touch your knees. I don’t want your bottom getting cold.” I wanted to whine. So much. She wasn’t being fair. If I had known that was in the box I wouldn’t have been anywhere near as curious! Or if I knew it wasn’t even for her.. or us… or whatever. Ma’am raised her eyebrow and pointed to my knees. I gave her my best innocent look, but she shook her head and pointed once again at my knees.

I closed my eyes and slowly bent forward and placed a palm on each knee. This position felt so exposing. I was very willingly giving her my bum to punish as she saw fit. I felt her at my side again. Her denim pants brushed my bare skin sending chills up my spine. Her arm snaked its way across my lower back and she held my right hip. The feeling of cold plastic surprised me, but nothing like what happened next.

I heard the swat before I felt it. There was a quiet whoosh thwack. Then burn. Loads of fire. I instantly stood and rubbed my cheeks frantically. And even jumped up and down That had hurt so much! I could feel a fine line raising where she had swatted.

“Ma’am!” My voice was wet with tears. My bottom was never going to forgive me for my silliness.

“Now, little bit. You think about this naughty switch every time you think of being a brat and snooping in mine or anyone else’s things.” I nodded vigorously. I didn’t want to be snoop ever again! “Okay, little bit. Hands back on knees. We aren’t done yet.” I resisted the urge to stomp my foot at the unfairness of not being done instead decided to do as she asked… at least while she was wielding such an implement. I didn’t want to test how many times she could swing such an implement.

Again, the sound of the swat was the first indication that reached my brain. It took a moment longer for me to feel it. It was somehow worse than the first. I held my breath and didn’t move hoping that if I didn’t move that it would dissipate faster. Behind closed-eyes tears began to slide down my face. Ma’am rubbed my back slowly but stayed at my side resting the naughty switch against my cheeks.

“Breathe, little bit. Don’t try to fit your reactions. I know it stings.” I nodded and let the tears come more freely. They ran down my face now as my breathing was labored and erratic. I struggled to stay with my hands on my knees. But now I wanted her to be proud of me. Gone was any feelings of brattiness or resistance.

Ma’am quietly warned me of the last swat. I willed myself to take it like a good brat, but I couldn’t. I reached back and found Ma’am’s hand on my hip and held onto it tightly. The last swat was again to my sit spots. It was harder than the rest and crossed the previous lash. It felt like the switch had seared into my backside and would remain that way forever. I wasn’t ever going to sit comfortably again.

“Owwww!” I jumped up and immediately dived into Ma’am arms. I hid against her body and cried. She pulled me into her arms and walked us awkwardly to the bed. She removed my tangled clothes and helped me to sit. She laid down and allowed me onto her chest.

I could feel the cotton of her shirt was wet with tears as I laid there and cried against her. She slowly played with my hair and rubbed the bit of my bum she could reach.

“Do you know why I spanked you, little bit?” Her voice was no longer firm, but quiet and soothing. She was holding me as close as possible and it felt nice. She was comfortable.

“Yes, Ma’am. I was naughty looking for the box or Christmas present or whatever you want to say. I was snooping. I broke your trust Ma’am. I really am sorry. I’ll not do it again. I promise.” I looked up into her blue eyes and she planted a kiss to my forehead.

“You are forgiven, little bit. I understand a brats curiosity. But I think I might have solved part of that for now at least.” Ma’am smiled and patted my sore butt. I nodded and hid against her.

“You are right. I’m not curious about anything anymore. Not curious about what is any boxes. Not curious about what you got me for Christmas either.” Ma’am chuckled and shifted us into a more comfortable position with us both laying on the bed, but her still holding me.

“I gave you what you really needed for Christmas, little bit. A firm spanking.” I wriggled at her side pressing further into her hiding my embarrassment. Maybe she was right. All a brat ever really did need for Christmas was a firm spanking. Not that I was ever going to tell her or Santa that.

If you haven’t read AlyxFic’s Xmas Exchange you should do! Many F/f spanking stories to be found over there!

To read more about this duo go here:

I also hope you all have had a happy and safe holiday season!

Keep it spanky – LT 🙂

Working the Kinks Out

Hi all, I thought I would pop on and give you all an update about Confessions of Gemini! We are extremely thankful for everyone that has bought the book and read! We have been in the top 100 of several categories since we released which is amazing! However, unfortunately, we did know that the book was unsearchable without the link we have been posting, but that is fixed now! So, if you had problems finding it before there shouldn’t be trouble now. If you still do please let Stardawn or I know so we can get in contact again with Amazon.

If you haven’t had the chance to read it and are curious there is still a sneak peek available here!

If you do read we would love for you to leave us a review! (Even if you hated it!) It means so much when you do even if it’s just a thumbs up!

Finally, if you are curious as to what my bratty co-author is getting up to these days make sure to pop over and visit her new blog as well at

Gemini Cover

See you spankos for a special Christmas treat soon! Keep it spanky! 😉