Lesson in Obediance

I picked up my phone for the 12th time in 10 minutes and slid my thumb across the screen to unlock it, scrolled briefly and then relocked it. And then tossed it aside again, surely huffing dramatically in the process.

I could see ma’am on the other side of the living room playing a game on her tablet, she had a bit of a gaming problem, not she would ever admit to it. Once in a while her blue eyes would move into my direction and look at me for a moment and then go back to playing. The room around us was silent other than both of our breathing in turn and the occasional car passing by outside. The TV wasn’t on and neither was the radio.

I was so fidgety. I couldn’t seem to stop bouncing my legs up and down or stop the desire to recheck my phone again. Finally, after almost twenty minutes of my fidgeting, Ma’am broke the silence, her voice firm, but caring as always, “Little bit, what is wrong?”

Her voice alone sent shivers down my spine, my voice quivered as I spoke, “Nothing ma’am, sorry, I’ll try to stop fidgeting so much.” I felt bad that I was fidgeting enough for her to notice. It was childish really.

Ma’am put her tablet down and gave me a hard look, “Little bit, I asked you a question and I expect you to answer me.”

I found the floor more interesting, as I chewed my lip, trying to find an excuse to tell her. How could I put into words everything I was feeling at this moment? I had recently started topping more than more person full time and it was draining to say to least. I enjoyed it I did, and it was fulfilling, however, many days I felt like I was responsible for more than ones person’s life when I didn’t even have mine together really.  I was craving submission under my Top. I needed the roles we had grown accustomed too. Not in the sense of a spanking really, but in the doing as you are told because I tell you to and that is what is best for you type way.

Apparently, I had wandered around in my thoughts too long, as I was brought back into the here and now when Ma’am cleared her throat. I looked up at her and saw the look. The look that caused me another set of shivers. Picking up my phone again I spun it in my hand before murmuring, “I need to submit…”

Ma’am watched me carefully for several moments before crooking her finger at me indicating for me to come to her, which caused my stomach to drop a bit with dread. Reluctantly, I did as asked and crossed the room to stand in front of her not daring to meet her eyes.

“Look at me, little bit.” Ma’am voice was now firm, but loving. I slowly brought my eyes to look up at her when I did she reached for my hand before gently asking me, “Are you needing a trip over my knee, little bit?”

I chewed on my lip for a few moments before I was able to mumble out a few unintelligible words. I didn’t honestly know what to tell her. I sincerely didn’t want a spanking, I just wasn’t in the mood or frame of mind, but at the same time, I wanted to give up control for a little while. I wanted to be Topped, but without a sore bottom tomorrow!

Ma’am squeezed my hands before letting them go and leaning back in her chair, “Go get the brush off my dresser, little bit.”

My eyes widened at her words! I hated the brush with a passion. I hadn’t done anything wrong! And she was going to paddle me with the hairbrush! The damn thing would leave marks with just a light swat.

“Ma’am, please, not that!”

“Little bit, go get my brush and bring it to me.”

I already could feel tears in my eyes as Ma’am and I just stared at each other. I really wanted to her to say she was joking and I didn’t have to go get the brush. We were like that for several long moments in many ways I knew ma’am was telling me she had all night that she could wait until I was ready.

As a few tears fell ma’am spoke again this time much gentler, “Trust me little bit.”

I swiped away the tears before turning to leave the room. Every step I took felt like I was walking closer to my backsides own doom. I could feel Ma’am watching me until I disappeared from her sight.

As I looked at the brush resting on the dresser I felt every muscle in my backside clench in dread. I really didn’t want a spanking with the brush. It would hurt deep in the muscle for several days if not longer depending on how it was used.

Picking it up with just two fingers I slowly walked back into the living room, to find that ma’am was no longer in her chair, but in the middle of the couch. I stood in front of her a little further away than I normally would, causing a small smile to spread across her face.

Holding out her strong hand Ma’am ordered, “Hand me the brush, little bit.”

I just shook my head ‘no’ there was no way I could do that! My stomach was in knots and I wanted to start crying again. I didn’t want to do what was asked. It was no fair being spanked for nothing!

“Little bit, hand me my brush.” Her voice had become firm again, she was trying to get through to me I knew, however, my brain and heart didn’t want to agree. However, when she narrowed her eyes at me I stepped forward placing the brush in her hand, I didn’t want to push and give her a real reason to punish me.

“Thank you, little bit. Now I need you to take down your jeans and panties and put yourself over my knee.”

I was shocked, to say the least! She never made me do that she would always bare me and pull me across her knee herself. Now, I really did start crying! I was completely dreading this! It had been a long time since I got a spanking for being naughty! But apparently, that was about to change.

However, I was resigned to the fact that I was about to get my butt busted with her brush. I fumbled with the button on my jeans finally getting them down to my knees before closing my eyes and pulling down my panties as well.

I moved closer to her and began to bend over her lap or more really controlled falling over her lap. She caught me guiding me into place. It was much easier when she did it for me! She helped me settle into position with my body resting on the couch, holding a pillow close as I continued to gently cry.

Before she could even touch me I found myself begging her not to spank me, promising that I didn’t do anything wrong. I felt her hand rub soothing circles on my bottom and back. Several minutes of this passed. Finally, I could hear her speaking to me, “I am very proud of you, little bit.”

I cried into the pillow a bit harder, but asked her, “B-but why m-ma’am?”

She continued to run soothing patterns across my back and bottom both as she spoke to me, “What you did just now, was complete submission. You did several things you absolutely didn’t want to do because you were told to.”

I just nodded my head and tried to think of something else before she told me, “Relax, little bit, it is all okay. You are okay. I have you. I have never hurt you have I?”

My voice broke as I cried out, “But you-your gonna spank me!” I just wanted to crawl up into her lap and hug her tight at this point. I was so desperate to be in her arms and out of this position I sincerely thought about getting up without her permission.

“That’s not for you to worry about, little bit. Just trust me.” I nodded again and started to breathe deeper and just focus on her calming touch. Soon my heart was a lot calmer and I was no longer crying.

I was rewarded soon when she raised her hand bringing it down in a soft swat on my bottom, “Good girl, you relax. I’m in charge here.”

Soon the first swat was followed by a second, then a third. She wasn’t spanking hard at all, but just creating a warm tingly sensation in my bottom. It was rather pleasant actually. I closed my eyes and sank further over her lap as she continued to warm my backside with a slow steady spank of her hand while stopping to rub some of the sting out between sets of spanks.

Quickly I was completely relaxed and warm over Ma’am’s knee as she continued to praise my behavior and talk to me about everything that had been going on recently. When I was just warm enough she helped me up, righted my clothes and pulled me to sit on her lap in her arms.

“That’s my good girl. I have you right here. I love you little bit. I am so proud of you.”

I laid my head on her shoulder and whispered back to her, “I love you too Ma’am, thank you.”

She kissed the top of my head as I closed my eyes feeling loved, cared for and completely hers.


Paper Back!!

Hey spanking friends!! I have some exciting news for you all! Fourteen First is now available in paperback!! Yes, that is correct this amazing book, if I do say so myself, is now available in paperback. 🙂 So, perhaps pick up a hard copy for you and that special person in your life. Also, if you happen to pick up this book, either e-book or hard copy, please, please, please leave a review on Amazon, you all will never know what it means to me and the many others when you all review this book for us. If you want to make sure your public name is different there is a setting called ‘public name’ you can change it under. Happy reading.

Link: https://www.amazon.com/Fourteen-Firsts-Anthology-Lesbian-Spanking-ebook/dp/B075FT2G12/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1506389202&sr=8-1

Fourteen Firsts Cover

Spanking as a love language.

Hi, all. I’m back with a real post for you all. I have a story that is almost ready for you guys, so hopefully, I will get that posted tonight. If you don’t mind read and possibly tell me what you all think if it’s the same for you or even if you think I’m completely crazy. While I’m here I should mention I have started school and that keeps me pretty busy, but I am going to try to keep stories and other post coming for you all.


For many spankos like myself, spanking can have a profound impact on daily life, whether spanking is real life or virtual or a combination of the two. Today I want to talk a little bit about spanking being a love language in our lives. In real life, I am not a physically affectionate person. That is just not me, however, I have discovered that virtually I am. I like to hug, kiss and just cuddle with someone and yes be spanked for the closeness of it. Maybe, it is because I don’t do it in my real life as much, who knows. But recently that hasn’t happened and it can be emotionally hard to deal with when you need and want that human connection.

As some of you know, my personal life has been a bit rough lately, but I’m getting through it and learning a lot about myself in the process. Thankfully, I have several important people in my life that have been very supportive and willing to do anything they can for me. And for that, I am extremely grateful. So, to those of you that have been there of late, even when it was hard, thank you. You will never know what it means to me. Saying this, I needed some attention recently for some what I found to be surprising reasons. I asked one of these important people to help me in a way no one else can at the moment. In truth I told her several reasons I needed to go over her knee for a spanking, (yes I still blush a little whenever I think that word, but that is a different post entirely), however, to tell you the truth in hindsight I think most of it was because I needed a few moments to feel loved and cared for, but didn’t know how to ask for that any other way. I had told her I couldn’t focus and I needed to be centered among several other minor reasons. While this was true. In a way, I was feeling lonely, needy and overall emotional. It embarrasses me to say this, but being over someone’s knee and them “whacking” away at your backside doesn’t make you feel lonely anymore. And one most certainly feels loved as you are cuddled thereafter.

This, however, got me to thinking. Is spanking a love language in some relationships. I know for me it is in certain relationships I have and had in the past it is. Of course, it is not the only love language, but it is an important way for me to feel and possibly even give loving feelings to someone. The love a top and bottom shares, especially if they aren’t romantically involved, is one that is unlike anything else. It goes much deeper than a friend and is much different than with a romantic partner. When you enter into those relationships you are handing a little of your heart to the other person and hoping they don’t break it or give it away. The two people can be very protective of each other, wants the other to be fulfilled and happy, and really does get emotionally invested in the other person.

So, I guess I say all of this to say, I know spanking is a love language for me. And as embarrassing and uncomfortable that can be to admit it is something that I need so I don’t feel lonely and so that I know I am cared for. And to try to be clear, it is not always sexual. In fact, it is very rarely that way for me. So, yes there are times when I need a spanking for the aftercare or just the care of it in general. When you are willingly giving up control to another person and trusting them to take care of you in mind, body, and spirit, there are few things that can be more vulnerable than that. But there are also, few things that can be as comforting as someone holding your hand with one hand and spanking you with the other and telling you they care for you and that they are here for you.

Is anyone else this way? Has anyone else out there found unexpected reason and ways that spanking “works” or you?



Fourteen First – Has Arrived!

Hey, all spanking people! I have wonderful news! Fourteen First officially released today! This is the anthology many amazing women worked hard on most of the summer! So hurry on over and get your copy today! There are some amazing authors and stories in there (I couldn’t help, but take a peek earlier today)! Also, a quick thank you once again for the amazing work that Stardawn Cabot and Claire Britain did for this book, without you ladies it wouldn’t have been possible. 🙂

Fourteen Firsts Cover

Here is the blurb just to tease you all a little. Happy reading. 🙂

Fourteen Firsts was a labor of love by 13 different authors who have one thing is common. As both editor and a contributor, Stardawn Cabot spent many months putting together this collection of stories. Many of the authors have never been published before, but they are all excited to see the proceeds of this book go to charity. In the following pages, you will find tales of princesses, warriors, lawyers, and even modern-day heroines, all who find that special someone who can care for, protect, and discipline when needed. Each tale has its own unique spin on what a ‘first’ can be, and although the cover pretty much says it all, we hope that you enjoy these adult-themed stories, and check out other books by these great ladies as well!


Amazon Link: www.amazon.com/dp/B075FT2G12/ref=sr_1_8?ie=UTF8&qid=1504801202&sr=8-8&keywords=Fourteen+first


Happy Birthday

Morgan looked at the clock. 12:01 am. Time to commence with her plan. Sneaking quietly to the sleeping woman’s bedside, moving aside the dark locks, splayed across the pillow, she took the bottle of lukewarm chocolate sauce and dripped a few drops on her milky neck. The woman barely stirred, so leaning down carefully, Morgan slowly started to suckle the chocolate off her skin.

Quickly, CC’s breathing changed indicating that the chocolate sauce and suckling had indeed done its intended purpose. Looking up Morgan spotted gray eyes watching as she continued to lick and suck for a moment longer.

Morgan’s voice broke the quiet with a whispered secret, “Good morning, birthday girl.” The two shared a happy grin for a moment, both glad to be able to spend this special day together.

Finally, breaking her surprised silence, CC huskily told the woman who was still hovering close, “That was a very nice way to wake up.”

“Wasn’t a bad way to wake you up. Happy birthday, sweetie!” Morgan smiled again at the woman and moved to sit next to her instead of continuing to lean over her.

Turning over to look at Morgan, CC asked in a sleepy voice, “So what is this about you waking me up in the middle of the night?”

Giggling a bit, Morgan told the sleepy woman, “Well, I owe you a spanking and I figured you would want to get that over with!” CC’s eyes widened at this news and she quickly sat up.

“A-a spanking, whatever for?”

“Your birthday spanking of course!”

Morgan watched at a light blush crossed the woman’s face with this news, however when Morgan held out her hand to the woman she gladly took it and quickly found herself facedown over the Tops knees.

Morgan enjoyed the feeling of CC resting comfortably over her lap… it felt so right and the view wasn’t half bad either.

“I believe the custom is a swat for every year and one to grow on, but for you it will be one to grow on and one because you are a brat and one because you are my favorite brat and one be-“

CC wriggled, just so, as she protested, “HEY! I have been good and it is my birthday after all, I want to be able to sit!”

Laughing, Morgan had to agree, “Well, I guess maybe not then!” so slipping down the woman’s pj’s Morgan started gentle spanks to CC’s pert bottom, *SWAT* “One.” *SWAT* “TWO.” *SWAT* “Three.” Morgan took a moment to gently run her fingers up and down ticklish bare thighs making the woman squirm, and giggle.

Before long Morgan continued the gentle spanks, watching as her skin just blush pink, *SWAT* “Four.” *SWAT* “Five.” *SWAT* “Six.” Again Morgan took a moment and rubbed soothing circles onto the woman’s behind not wanting to actually cause any pain.

Raising her right palm again Morgan continued. *SWAT* “Seven.” *SWAT* “Eight.” *SWAT* “Nine.” *SWAT* “Ten.” *SWAT* “Eleven.” *SWAT* “Twelve.”

Morgan paused again, but this time leaning down to place a gentle kiss on the back of the brat’s neck, murmuring in her ear. “Are you enjoying your birthday spanking, sweet heart?”

Sighing deeply the woman nodded and whispered out, “Yes, very much.”

Morgan smiled and continued spanking her, now just a bit harder, sense her bottom was warming nicely, *SWAT* “Thirteen.” *SWAT* “Fourteen.” *SWAT* “Fifteen.” *SWAT* “Sixteen.” *SWAT* “Seventeen.”

Each connection of palm and bottom spread the heat from CC’s backside to other more delicate places that was begging to be attended to.

Morgan noticed at this point CC was arching her backside up to meet hand, so she continued spanking, speeding up the swats so the woman wouldn’t explode out of desperation, *SWAT* “Eighteen.” *SWAT* “Nineteen.” *SWAT* “Twenty.” *SWAT* “Twenty-One.”

Now, both women were breathless and CC reached back to hold. Hold whatever part of Morgan she could reach. Morgan obliged and interlaced their fingers together at the small of the woman’s back.

*SWAT* “Twenty-Two.” *Swat* “Twenty-Three.” *SWAT* “Twenty-Four.” *SWAT* “Twenty-Five.” *SWAT* “Twenty-Six.”

Taking a moment, again to rub the woman’s bottom, she told her, “The last two are always zingers.”

This information caused CC to gasp in shock, but before she could utter a word, Morgan planted the last two firm swats, that echoed in the room, on the woman sit spots, *SWAT* “Twenty-Seven.” *SWAT!* “And one to be bratty on.”

Morgan allowed the woman to relax over her lap for several moments breath rapid and hard as Morgan soothed circles wherever she could reach.

“I have chocolate ice cream and cake in the kitchen if you want some.”

CC shakily stood up, and told the woman, “That’s not what I want,” her voice deeper now with arousal.

Leaning down it was now CC’s turn to lead the dance between the two women. CC pressed a tender kiss on Morgan’s lips and moved to straddle her lap, kicking pants off in the process. The women fell back and with hands roaming and lips never separating.

They didn’t make it to the kitchen until the next morning for a breakfast of chocolate ice cream.

But I’ll leave the rest of that story up to your imagination.

Little Bit

The hem of my grey cotton t-shirt was much more appealing than looking into my ma’am’s blue eyes right now. I could feel the heat spreading across my face from the quiet questions she had been asking me. She knew. She always knew.  However, with her arms wrapped securely around my waist, with me curled up on her lap, as close to her as I could get I still felt safe. Her embrace was warm and secure.

She surprised me when she whispered into my ear, “Come on little bit, let’s get you over my knee where you belong.” Ma’am shifted to the middle of the couch while I awkwardly climbed from her lap, I was suddenly missing her arms as I stood in front of her.

Ma’am quickly divested me of pajama pants and guided me over her lap putting me into a familiar position. Quickly, I grabbed a pillow hugging it close to my face. Every muscle in my body, was tense with stress and anxiety.

Ma’am soothed patterns against my vulnerable backside, it was a promise and threat all at the same time, “Little bit, why are you over my knee about to get a spanking?”

Any words I managed to find got caught in my throat, so I just buried my face deep into the pillow and waited.

I didn’t have to wait long before the soothing motions stopped and Ma’am’s hand left my backside and quickly returned in a swift swat, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. A quiet gasp escaped my tight lips. It had been so long since I had been in this position. To long perhaps.

“Little bit, I asked you a question.”

Again, I just couldn’t force any words out, so I sank further into the soft pillow. I felt a gentle tap on my hip. I raised my middle and down went my panties exposing my bare backside to Ma’am’s will. Her strong left arm encircled my waist and quickly, her palm began a steady rhythm on my skin doing all the talking that was necessary.

With every swat the warm tingling sensation grew and I fell deeper and deeper into a relaxed state. Each stinging swat was like a fine point I could focus on and nothing else had room to enter my mind. My mind was empty. It was easily fifty swats or more before I even realized she had been talking to me throughout this spanking.

Turning my head to the side I listened to her gentle voice reassured me, “I have you little bit you can let go.” Over and over she repeated this sentiment as my backside started go from warm and tingly to hot with the repeated spanking of her hand onto my backside.

I closed my eyes and sighed deeply. Ma’am knew what that meant as she stopped spanking and started rubbed soothing circles onto my back, before I felt her move to pick up something behind me. As soon as the cool leather touched my backside I gasped in surprise. I didn’t know where she got that from, but it was definitely here now! All the muscles involuntarily tensed in my lower half.

“This isn’t punishment, little bit. Don’t ever forget, I love you. Relax.”

I shakily nodded my head and forced my muscles to relax. When the first slow easy swat connected I felt tears rush to my eyes, getting ready to spill over. The heat from the swat spread and warmed my muscle. She continued easy swats each causing the heat to build in my backside. None hurt too much but it gave me a break from the constant swirling of thought from my anxiety riddles mind.

She had only places five swats with the paddle when I felt the dam begin to crack open with a few silent tears leaking out over my cheeks. No more words were needed from ma’am. She increased the strength of the swats, helping me get over the edge. Two well-placed strokes to my tender sit spots and the dam completely broke. I burst into tears and sobbed openly into the pillow. Releasing all the pent up emotion. I didn’t notice the spanking stopping quickly thereafter. I did however, feel ma’am surprisingly soft hand rubbing some of the sting out while I cried, completely limp over her lap.

Soon, ma’am eased my clothing back into place and guided me back onto her lap, cuddling me close to her. I once again got as close as possible to her and allowed her to hold me for a while. It was so safe in her arms. While in many ways we were equal, she always swore to protect me to the best of her ability… even from myself, and that was what tonight was for. Her protecting me from myself. I had started getting lost in stress and anxiety.

I buried my face into her neck and continued to cry knowing it was okay to do so. There would be no rush to go anywhere. After, almost twenty minutes of tears I could hear her occasionally saying, “I love you, little bit. I am never going anywhere.” In that moment I believed her. I had to. She kept my feet on the ground and my mind centered. And I felt the same. I loved her and would never walk away. If only she would have me.


Hi all!

So, hope you enjoyed my first attempt at a first person pov story it was short and sweet and to the point in my opinion, but turned out well! Also, wanted to add that I should be making several more post in the next 24 hours so make sure to come back and check! Also, will have an exciting announcement soon!


Happy Spanking, LT

I Promise!!

Hello all! I know I’ve been very silent for like two weeks now (yes longer than that), however my muse has really been like… well bratty and not being very nice of late. I am working on a few different things, but I don’t know when that will happen. Anyway… though I would share another picture with you until then. And yes this is pretty close to the truth not that I would know anything about pouting. 😉


Submission the choice.

As most of you know at this point I’ve been in a Top/brat relationship for about two months now with a very special person. The journey has seen really high highs and really low lows. I don’t trust easily and I’ve made many mistakes along the way, but I have learned more about myself than I ever thought possible. Toppy lady and I just kind of fell into these roles we are in, it happened natural really, at first at least. However, the one huge thing I’ve had to learn is what submission really is, what it takes to be submissive and what it feels like when you get there. I don’t have all of this figured out of course, but  I’m beginning to learn what my journey looks like.

Submission is a choice. It’s a choice I have to make daily and sometimes even more than one time a day. It’s not a feeling and it doesn’t actually just happen, for me at least. I always thought that submission would be this feeling you would have, but it’s not. Submission is the choice to allow someone else control part or all of your life. And let me tell you it can scare the hell out of you. Like I said earlier I don’t trust people naturally, it just doesn’t happen that way. But then to have someone that is worthy of that trust enough to choose what is best for you in several aspects of your life that is a learning experience. There were times and I guess still are times when I fight it every step of the way. Thankfully, I have a Top who is extremely patient and stubborn that will stick with me no matter what I do. So, I have had to make the conscious effort to chose this everyday ever since I realized this and it has made life less complicated and our relationship more fulfilling in many ways.

When I choose to submit to Karen (name changed to protect the not so innocent 😉 ) I instantly become more stable. A lot of times in my RL I feel like I’m free falling into a wide open abyss and that I’m out in the world vulnerable, alone and scared. I also felt like I was wandering around a bit. When I submit she will protect me from everything including myself. I no longer have the worries of the world. I find comfort here in the land of trust and dependence on another human if it is only for a few short minuets a day.

Here is the big thing though. Submission isn’t a requirement of our relationship. It isn’t even a demand or expectation really. It is a gift that I freely choose to give to her. Yes, that maybe hard to understand, but through the time we have spent together and her continued proving to me she isn’t going anywhere it is a desire that has grown inside of me. I want to give her that gift, because I do trust her with my life.

I won’t tell you that is has gotten easier though. If anything it has gotten harder. I went into the relationship thinking that being a brat/bottom to someone would come naturally for me. However, it actually doesn’t. In fact I like control things quiet a bit, which might explain my Switch tendencies, but that is a whole other post. But, what I have found here when I can submit is peace. It’s like the person at the core of who I am is alive and well and so very loved and cared for.


Until next time, LT

I’ll Be

So, this song has been on my mind recently and inspired a lot of things I have been writing that I will eventually get around to sharing with you all. So, if you all don’t mind give it a listen or just read it through. Then if you have a song that has been speaking to your heart of late please feel free to share. And make sure to check out the story I posted earlier today.


Anyway, this is for someone special. . . you know who you are. 


I’ll Be – Reba


When darkness falls upon your heart and soul.

I’ll be the light that shines for you.

When you forget how beautiful you are

I’ll be there to remind you.

When you can’t find your way,

I’ll find my way to you.

When troubles come around,

I will come to you.


I’ll be your shoulder when you need someone to lean on.

Be your shelter.

When you need someone to see you through.

I’ll be there to carry you.

I’ll be there.


I’ll be the rock that will be strong for you.

The one that will hold on to you.

When you feel that rain falling down.

When there’s nobody else around.

I’ll be.


And when you’re there with no one there to hold.

I’ll be the arms that reach for you.

And when you feel your faith is running low.

I’ll be there to believe in you.

When all you find are lies.

I’ll be the truth you need.

When you need someone to run to.

You can run to me


I’ll be your shoulder when you need someone to lean on.

Be your shelter.

When you need someone to see you through.

I’ll be there to carry you.

I’ll be there.

I’ll be the rock that will be strong for you.

The one that will hold on to you.

When you feel that rain falling down.

When there’s nobody else around.

I’ll be.

I’ll be the sun.


When your heart’s filled with rain.

I’ll be the one.

To chase the rain away.


I’ll be your shoulder when you need someone to lean on.

Be your shelter.

When you need someone to see you through.

I’ll be there to carry you.

I’ll be there.

I’ll be the rock that will be strong for you.

The one that will hold on to you.

When you feel that rain falling down.

When there’s nobody else around.

I’ll be.

I’ll be.



I’ll Be lyrics © Alfred



Ice cream Afternoon

Hey my fellow spankos, 

New people for you, hope you all enjoy. 🙂 Will be posting something a little different later today so make sure to stick around and see that. 


CC and Morgan sat across from each other at the kitchen counter both eating bowls of ice cream after a long day. CC’s brow crinkled as she studied each bite of chocolaty goodness. Morgan didn’t like the serious look her partner in crime had so she scooped up a little bit of whipped cream and flicked it across the counter at her, watching it land on her arm. CC looked up and gave a grin before slowly leaning down, and slowly licking it off her skin while looking at Morgan in the eyes. Morgan raised a brow and brought her finger to her mouth, sucking the rest of the whip cream off not breaking the eye contact. CC gave a wry smile and scooped up a bit of ice cream and dropped the spoon full directly onto the back of Morgan’s hand that was still resting on the counter


CC’s giggles caused her black locks to move with her amusement, “Uh huh.”

Shortly ice cream, chocolate sauce, and whipped cream were coving a good portion of the kitchen and both ladies, as squeals of delight filled the air.

Neither woman heard the door to the apartment open, however they did hear when Andi stren voice broke through the laughter, “What tha-,” but she stopped short upon realizing just how big the mess was.

CC and Morgan quickly sobered up a bit and turned, eyes wide, to find their roommate standing there with a hard look on her face, hands placed on her hips.  Andi’s normally pain, freckled face was turning a deep pink.

When Andi found her voice again she evenly told both brats, “You two will be cleaning this up then you will be getting a spanking for having a food fight of all things!”

“Yes ma’am, yes miss.” Was echoed simultaneously back to Andi.

“Get to cleaning you two. You have 30 minutes. Then I want you both to shower.”

Thirty minutes went quickly as the two brats cleaned every surface of the kitchen covered in stickiness. Morgan couldn’t help giving CC a playful swat, causing her to gasp out loud, as she was bent over cleaning chocolate sauce off the floor. However, with a sharp look from Andi sent her quickly back to work. Dang. Andi wasn’t happy.


Andi stared at Morgan and CC who were standing very close, now clean and in PJs, with the back of their hands brushing, both with hair still wet from their shower.

“Who would like to explain what you two were doing when I came home?”

Both women stood there in silence, not wanting to be the first to speak.

Andi stared them down with her hazel eyes. Deciding nothing was forth coming she choose for the two brats, “CC, you first.”

CC voice held a little sass as she told her, “We were eating ice cream, miss.”

Morgan closed her eyes and moved away from CC just a bit. That wasn’t a good answer. Andi crossed the room to CC.


After several swift swats CC finally found the words to describe what happened when Andi had been out. After listening to the muddled story Andi told both brats, “You to that corner.” Pointing at Morgan and a nearby corner and then did the same to CC. When both brats were situated in the separate corners Andi issued her next order, “Pants and panties down ladies.”

Groans were heard but both did as bid and exposed their backsides to the Top’s eyes.

Andi could be heard leaving the room then coming back soon and sitting down on the couch.

“CC, you are up first, dear.”

CC hobbled across the room and stood in front of Andi.

“Do you know why we are here?”

“Yes, miss. We had a food fight in the kitchen and made a huge mess.”

“Correct, little girl. Over my knee.”

In short order, CC was pulled over the taller woman’s thighs, allowing her to rest her head on the couch and feet on the floor. Helping CC position herself, Andi didn’t waste time, bringing her hand down with the first of many swats watching as her skin changed color, quickly heating up. CC started squirming quickly. The heat in her bottom was matched by the heat in other places. By the time thirty swats had landed CC was crying out. Andi held her tighter and spanked harder so that each swat was landing with an echoing POP. By now the milky white skin was no more and was replaced by a deep pink and her legs were moving around in a chaotic pattern. Deciding she had had almost had enough Andi placed a final ten really hard swats at the base of the woman’s backside,on her sit spots before stopping and rubbing some of the sting away before helping her up and giving her a gentle hug, telling her she did good. She led the woman back to the corner though, telling her they were not quiet done yet and to not rub.

Morgan stood in the corner listening to CC’s spanking. It was torture. In many ways she wanted to beg Andi to stop spanking her and in other’s she wished she could turn around and watch the scene unfolding behind her. However, at the same time Morgan knew that soon she would be meeting the same fate which caused her bottom to clench in anticipation.

After she returned to the couch minus CC, Andi called, “Morgan, it is your turn.”

Morgan’s stomach dropped at she scurried as best as she could to stand at the appointed spot.

“You know why you are about to get your backside lite up?”

“Yes ma’am for the mess we made.”

Nodding, as no other words were needed, Morgan soon found herself facedown over Andi’s lap. Knowing it was coming Morgan immediately offered her hand up. She wasn’t known for keeping still. Andi took it, pinning it to the smaller of her back and began to set Morgan’s backside on fire. Quickly, her bottom turned warm from the repeated slapping of both cheeks and sit spots. Andi was teaching her a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget! By the time fifty swats landed Morgan’s skin was a deep pink and she was yelping out with every swat that arrived which was echoed by the loud POP each caused. Andi decided she had almost had enough and raised the woman’s bottom exposing her sit spots more and landing ten hard swats there making her collapse on the couch. Andi, helped the woman up, after rubbing some of the sting away, gave her a gentle hug and led her back to the corner.

Little did Morgan know, but CC had been having some of the same thoughts while standing in the corner that Morgan did. She wanted it to stop. But she wanted to watch too. And man was she tempted to reach back and rub her flaming backside.



Andi looked at both women in the corner, bare red backsides on display, time to finish this she thought, “Okay, both of you over here, side by side grab your ankles please.” Morgan and CC both soon found themselves bare backside in the air, shivering, staring at the dark colored carpet.

Andi pickup us her leather paddle and tapped it on one pink bottom then the other, “Okay, one good swat each and then we need to get to bed.”

Stepping up behind Morgan first Andi told her, “Stay in position,” before bringing back the paddle and planting a first hard lick in the center of her backside. Morgan moaned and kept a tight grip on her ankles as the pain exploded deep in her muscles. Then she felt Andi’s gentle hand soothing some of the sting out.

Next, Andi stepped up behind CC. “Same thing, stay in position.” Placing a hand on her lower back Andi brought the paddle back and landed it back firm stroke in the center of her round bottom. “OWIE!” CC yelped loudly, when the pain registered, however she too kept a hold on her ankles as Andi did the same for her, rubbing some of the sting out of her skin and muscles.

“Okay you two can stand up.”

Morgan and CC stood and Andi quickly engulfed them both in a big hug giving them reassurances that they were forgiven and loved.


It wasn’t long before Andi tucked both women into bed placing a kiss on each of their foreheads. CC and Morgan cuddled together placing butterfly kisses on each other’s face before drifting off to sleep with warm backsides and light hearts.