Real Life TTWD

Hi my spanko ladies and lads, how is everyone? I am neck deep in trying to understand math these days (whining dramatically), but I am still writing! I have officially started my first solo book which will hopefully be done within the end of this year! I do plan on still updating here once a week though, but I wanted to ask your opinions on some topics I had in mind.

As you all know I like to talk about spanking, TTWD, DD or whatever you want to call it in my real life sometimes. It’s a way to help you guys and even myself. But here’s my question what do you want to know about?! I have several possible topics in mind and want to know if you want me to talk about any of them or if you have another one in mind.

Here is my possible topic list:

When TTWD is hard
The Switch Problem
Psychology and Kink
My first “spanking”
Sexual vs. Non-Sexual spanking
Mistakes I’ve Made
BDSM and our place in it
Brat vs. Bottom vs. Me
Switching with A Switch
Heartbreak in TTWD

Anyway, everyone please pick one or two and in the comments tell me what you would like to discuss! Also, if you have something different in mind you can leave that too or even a story request!

Alas, the other reason I decided to just talk to you all today. I have had this blog for some time now and I thought maybe it was time for me to expand it a bit. I wanted to know if anyone would be interested in joining Patreon for exclusive content I would be writing. Basically, you pledge a small amount of money a month and get access to stories, photos and other content that wouldn’t be available to anyone else. It’s something I’m just considering so let me know what you all think!

Talk to you kinky folks later! Have a spanky week!

Hi spanky ladies and lads,

I know I’ve been awfully quiet these past few weeks, but I have a good reason! I was traveling to New Orleans to spend some time with my wonderful switchy lady friend for a conference about BOOKS! Needless to say, we had an amazing adventure seeing a new place, learning about writing and spending lots of time together!

New Orleans is unlike any city I’ve ever seen, there is always a party, a good drink and live Jazz! There were many first for us on this trip, but especially me! I’ve added some pictures to show you of some of the adventures!


An outdoor patio where we had brunch to live jazz our first day!
Trolley cable cars that go all over the city! This one is from the early 1900s!
Joan of Arc state near Jackson Square! ( I got educated about who she was, so cool!)
Cafe Du Monde famous for their beignets!
One of the many above ground graveyards that New Orleans is well known for. Some of the graves dated back to the 1800s
Boats on the Mississippi!
So beachy 🙂 
Cathédrale Saint-Louis and statue of Andrew Jackson 
Canal Street!
View from the hotel room, yes that is the Super Dome
Could stare at it for hours! 🙂 
Near Jackson square, balconies like these were everywhere and often hanging with flowers! 

Now now, I’ll stop spamming you all with pictures and get to what you all really want to know about. Yes, we all had a nice kinky time, but all I’ll say is who knew hand on bare bottom could make a girl squirm and blush so much! 😉


– LT

A book for you all…

The lovely Stardawn Cabot has just released book three of her The Sangrain Tiger’s Tale series. There is some wonderful info below about it.  Show her some love for another wonder spanky book. 😀 🙂

This third installment of The Sangrain Tiger’s Tale picks up five years after Silver and Keridwen return to Sangria. Life is going well; their family is growing and thriving, their people are prospering, and Silver and Keridwen have never been happier.  There is just one small problem – Keridwen has become almost too complacent and through a series of pranks discovers that she has lost the ability to control her shifts from her adult form to the body of a 10-year old at will.  Worse than that, however, she’s forgotten how to be small as the everyday demands of running a kingdom have gotten in the way of Keridwen being her true self.  To help Keridwen find her way again, Silver declares that a little vacation back to Earth is warranted.  Unfortunately, their vacation is abruptly cut short as Silver and Keridwen’s twin daughters accidentally return to Sangria with only Silver’s mother to protect them.  Not knowing where the twins landed, possibly hundreds of miles from their home, Keridwen follows them while Silver returns to the Capital and tries to find them through more traditional means.

Now with the family split, Keridwen’s little problems grow into an almost unfathomable task as she tries not only to find her daughters and reunite with her wife but is also confronted by her past – a past that she not only wants to forget but is ashamed of.   Will her past haunt her to the point where she is unable to become the General, preventing her from protecting her people and reuniting with her family, or will life as she knows it forever be shattered?

This story is fantasy, includes a sexually-graphic lesbian relationship, spanking, and elements of age play.  If any of these things offend you, please don’t buy this book.

A sneaky peaky:

Silver shook her head as she watched Keridwen play in the water.   The Little General had been at it for almost two hours, finding pure delight in the water and the rolling waves.   They’d played with most of the things Silver had purchased, including the inflatable beach ball, the Frisbee, and finally the boogie board, which Keridwen was currently experimenting with.  They’d seen some older kids run along the water’s edge and ride the board across the wet sand.  Keridwen was trying to mimic them and was having a marginal amount of luck. Silver had finally left to her to play and returned to the towels to rest.   She was exhausted, and she didn’t know where Keridwen found the energy to continue.

The beach had gotten more crowded as the day wore on.  There were many more people both on the sand and in the water, and so Silver didn’t interfere when a small group of children engaged Keridwen.  There were two boys and a girl, all around Keridwen ‘age,’ and one of the boys had a boogie board as well.  They talked for a while, and then one of the boys took a turn on his boogie board, riding more into a wave then along the shore.   He crashed and went into the water, only to pop up a moment later laughing.

The rest of the children and Keridwen joined in in his laughter and seeing that they were having a good time, Silver relaxed.  Keridwen had taken to the water like a duck, as she usually did, and after making sure she was feeling secure, Silver wasn’t really worried about her.  Deciding to let her play for a while, Silver picked a book out of her bag before getting comfortable and enjoying the sun.

Over the last few years, Silver had rediscovered reading.  In Sangria they didn’t have television or even electric lights, so often nights were spent around the fire with a good book.  She’d read a lot of Sangrian literature, but also had her own stash which was available to only to those who had knowledge of Earth.  Stephen, her brother, would often raid her collection and Aderyn and occasionally Jayson or Seth would as well.  As her girls got older, she would make sure they had a library of Earth literature as well.  There were good lessons and good stories from both cultures, and she hoped that it would help round out their education as they grew.  Turning her attention to her book, Silver managed to let herself get lost in its pages while still keeping an ear and the occasional glance out toward Keridwen.

A good half hour or so passed before Silver looked up and saw Keridwen and her new friends heading her way.  “Having fun?” Silver quipped as Keridwen plopped down on the towel next to her.

“Yes, although,” Keridwen paused, looking back to her friends.  “I was invited to go get some ice cream.”

“The shop is just down at the end of this block,” the oldest boy spoke up.  “We go there all the time.”

“They live here,” Keridwen supplied.  “That’s Joey, by the way, his brother, Andrew, and their cousin, Silvia.”

“My name is Silvia too,” Silver smiled.  “But everyone calls me Silver.”

“I told her that,” Keridwen informed Silver.  “We were hoping we could leave their stuff here with you and we could go.  I’ll bring you back something.”

Silver chewed her lip for a moment.  “I don’t like the idea of you being out of my sight.”

“It’s not like we’ll be in the water, and it’s just down the street.  Please?”

“How about I just go with you?”

“Silver,” Keridwen’s voice dropped. “What about the stuff?”

“The stuff is fine, no one will mess with it, and if they do, who cares?”


“Keridwen, what’s rule number two?” Silver’s voice dropped down into a whisper.

Keridwen’s cheeks reddened, and before Silver knew what was happening, she turned to her new-found friends.  “I changed my mind; I don’t feel like ice cream anymore.  You can still leave your stuff if you want.”

“You sure?” Joey asked.

“Yes, I forgot ice cream sometimes hurts my stomach.  I’ll see you when you get back.”

Silver was quiet for a moment as the boy shrugged and dumped his boogie board down next to Keridwen’s before leaving with the two others.  “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Neither did you,” Keridwen huffed, pulling her knees up under her chin as she dripped into her towel.  “It was just down the street.”

“I know, but I told you I don’t want you out of my line of sight.”

“I’m going to go back to the water.”

“I think you need to stay up here for a bit.”

“Why? You left me alone a few minutes ago.”

“One, the attitude, and two I think you could use a break.  How about a snack?  I’m hungry, I bet you are too.”

“I want ice cream.”

“Well, it’s too late for that.  I have trail mix or chips, or how about a cupcake?  I have some chocolate…”

“I don’t want any of that,” Keridwen cut Silver off.

“Well at least have some water,” Silver pulled out a bottle and opened it for Keridwen.  “You’ve been in the water too long without drinking.  You’ll get dehydrated.”

Keridwen gave her a hard look before taking the bottle and managing a small slip.  She then wrinkled her nose.  “It’s not cold.  Ice cream would have been cold.”

“You know what?  That’s enough.  You just earned yourself a time out.  Ten minutes, Keridwen.  You can sit there and think about your attitude.  Drink the water, but no talking.”

Keridwen narrowed her eyes.  Planting the bottle down in the sand between them, she turned away from Silver and lay down on her towel.   Silver felt the initial surge of annoyance, but after a moment of studying Keridwen’s posture, she felt it just as quickly leave.

Uncharacteristically, Keridwen hadn’t argued with her.  She’d simply turned away and seeing the pose made Silver frown.  She wondered if maybe she’d gone too far.  Keridwen seemed almost excited when they agreed that Silver was going to be tougher on her, but now with the attitude, she was confused.

Finally giving out a long sigh, she reached out and put at hand on Keridwen’s lower back.  “Am I being a total jack ass?”

Keridwen turned her head back toward Silver.  She wrinkled her brow, but slowly nodded her head.  “Yes.”

Silver chuckled; well at least I know you’re still not able to lie to me.  “If you want to hurry up, you can probably catch up with them.”

“What about rule number two?”

“Promise you’ll go get the ice cream and come right back?”

“Of course.”

“And you’ll bring me back something chocolate?”

Keridwen nodded.

Silver grabbed her wallet and handed over a $10.  “Hurry up.  It’s hot, and that ice cream is going to melt fast.”

“Okay,” Keridwen smiled, jumping up and kissing Silver on the cheek.  “I know you are trying to step up.  I appreciate it, even if you need to relax a bit.”

Glitter Storm – Part Two

Just a quick moment to say happy two-year blog anniversary! It’s been an amazing two years. I have been writing stories since I was old enough to understand the concept, but I never thought anyone would ever want to read them. It has been a pleasure having this community welcome me so warmly and the friendships I’ve made through it is unlike anything I ever thought possible for this shy kinky girl. So, thank you for being here, reading, commenting, and interacting! You guys are awesome! 😀

Photo by Thor Alvis on Unsplash

“Thank you so much. We will call back down whenever we are done with it,” Andi said as she handed the bellhop outside the door a few dollars in a tip. She took the vacuum from his hand and dragged it into the room, leaving it just inside the door before turning to her brat with a renewed sense of determination.  

            In the corner, London shifted uncomfortably once more. She could barely hear the conversation between Andi and whoever brought up the vacuum cleaner, and while she worried the man may have able to see her in the corner, she didn’t want to risk moving.Andi was already beyond upset, and the last thing she needed to do was push any more buttons, like moving without permission.

           Still, it felt as if an eternity had passed since she arrived in the horrid corner.Why she had been so… so stupid to listen to Angela? Just why? Within their group of friends, Angela was known to bethetrouble maker. She herself had heard countless stories and seen multiple instances of the trouble Angela was capable of.It was just stupid.

London shifted again and thought about the sting that was still ruminating on her bottom cheeks. If Andi’s hand stung that much, how bad would the tawse be? She felt herself gulp as the door to the hotel room closed and she heard the soft pads of footfalls stalking closer to her.

            Before she could prepare herself though, Andi reached the corner and popped London firmly. “You ready, little brat?”

London only nodded her head and shifted.She was already feeling rather miserable for herself, but the pop only emphasized her fears of how much her lesson was going to sting.

            “Words please.”

            Even through the nerves, London managed to find her tongue and mumbled a quick, “Yes ma’am.”

            “Good, go ahead and step out of your jeans and panties and come with me.”

London found her ears burning with embarrassment, and the smirk that Andi was giving her, told her she wasn’t the only one.Carefully, she managed to strip, stumbling as she tried not to think about what was coming next.It took a moment for London to gather her courage, but she finally looked up at Andi.She chewed her lip and then took Andi’s hand.

            “Okay you, let’s go and get this backside warming over with,” Andi said as she squeezed the fingers in her hand before leading both of them to the end of London’s bed. Andi reached down and placed a quick kiss to London’s forehead then pointed to the pillow. “Go ahead and bend over, little brat. Get comfy you are going to be there for a bit.”

            London hesitated, but knew what was expected and slowly stood on her toes before falling over the edge of the mattress. Andi placed a hand on either hip, slightly adjusting the London into a position and London internally cringed. She knew that Andi was lining her up, giving her the best access to her backside, and especially her tender and dreaded sit-spots.

            “Okay, little brat. Anything you want to say?” Andi asked as she patted one perky cheek.

London gasped at her touch but shook her head.“Only that I’m sorry, ma’am.”

            “I accept your apology, and you are forgiven. little brat.” 

Andi then rubbed London’s bottom a moment more before she reached over her and picked up the twase. At 30 inches long, with 20-inch-long falls that were each an inch wide, the twase’s twin tails would sting something fierce to any woman’s behind, much less to London’s sensitive skin.Andi didn’t hesitate; however, as she stepped to the side and aimed the twase against still pink skin. She tapped it lightly waiting for London to relax. As soon as her cheeks softened, Andi raised the twase and brought it down lightly across the full of both cheeks.

            London was surprised when the first swat of the twase landed with just enough force to string but not much more so than Andi’s hand. She had tensed in preparation for an assault, but the second connection of the twase was much like the first. It was stingy but surprisingly light. By the time she had received five of the lighter licks, all across the full of her cheeks, she had begun to believe that she wouldn’t have too much of an issue handling this.

Her relief, however, wasn’t to last.The sixth stoke broke Andi’s inner mantra and landed much harder across the center of London’s cheeks.As the sting registered, London couldn’t help gripping the bed sheets in agony as the swat not only stung but then seemed to grow deeper as it resonated into her bottom. She didn’t like that and found herself crying into the bed as she felt the twase travel down to rest along her sit spots.

            “Little brat, listen to me. What you did today could have been dangerous. What if I had got some of that glitter in my eyes? Or your eyes for that matter. What if one of us would have inhaled it and it got into our lungs?We would have ended up in the emergency room. That is not okay, and I’m telling you now if I ever hear you pranking people with glitter again. I’ll make sure you don’t sit for a month.”       

With that warning, London felt another equally hard stroke connect across the full of her bottom. It stung and just added to the already uncomfortably fire in her cheeks. It took everything in her not to reach back and rub. She danced on her toes as the twase returned to tapping.

While London danced, but Andi was patient. She waited for her to still before delivering another stroke, this time light, but lower to her undercheeks. London sighed a little in relief at the lighter stroke but slightly flinch again as Andi resumed her pre swat tapping.

            “Just three more,” Andi announced still tapping.

            London whined into the bed and clutched the fabric in her fingers tighter. She went up on her toes before settling back into place. Andi pulled back as soon as the brunette was settled. The crack of the tawse was rung in the room. The stroke was hard and left a red slash across London’s sit spots.

            London huffed in quick, shallow breaths fighting the urge to scream. That swat had been the hardest of any she had received so far and stung deep into her bottom. After a long moment, it started to dissipate, and she was able to settle again only to cringed as the tawse returned to her bottom. She squeezed her eyes closed readying for the next swat. She was fighting the tears threatening to fall.

The leather left, and she felt herself tense. When it returned, hard and sharp, she couldn’t breathe for a second.Fire raced through her bottom. She wriggled frantically hoping that’d help dissipate the sting.  

            “One more little brat then we are done,” Andi quietly assured somewhere behind her.

Without warning, another hard swat landed across the bottom of her cheeks leaving a streak of fire behind. London quickly grabbed a pillow yelping into it loudly before reaching back to very carefully rub her molten backside.

            Andi dropped the tawse and stepped closer to her little brat placing one hand to tenderly rub alongside London’s. The other went to make slow soothing circles on her back.“You did good honey. Good girl. All is forgiven now. Come here and let me hold you.”

Andi carefully guided them both to the head of the bed and pulled London close and held her, and London tucked herself under Andi’s chin and curls up as tight as she could. “I’m sorry for dumping glitter on you, ma’am.”

Andi pecked her forehead and squeezed the younger woman tighter.“You are forgiven, little brat. I meant what I said though. I’m inspecting your bag for any other pranky stuff.”

At the threat, London just wriggled a bit and hid in Andi’s chest. Andi chuckled and held her even tighter. Quietly, Andi began to hum a lullaby and rocked side to side allowing London to relax.Eventually, London’s breathing slowed as her body relaxed. Andi continued to hum and watched as London’s eyes fluttered closed. They were heavy, and she was fighting actually falling asleep.

A few times through the lullaby, however, London’s soft snore proved that she finally had succumbed to sleep.Andi carefully slid her down to the mattress and settled her onto a pillow. Andi then slid out from under London and pulled a blanket over her.

She stood from the bed and went to pick up her hat. Her favorite hat. It was still covered in glitter and Andi couldn’t help but growl at that. “Damn, glitter storm.”

Glitter Storm – Part One

New people and new story for you all! 🙂

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Have a spanky week friends 😛

London pressed her hand over her mouth trying to contain a giggle that was threatening to give away her position. Anxiously, the brat held her breath as she carefully leaned around the corner of the small hotel room and watched as the room door eased open and Andi pushed her way inside.

What happened next seemed like slow motion for just as Andi crossed the threshold, the string which had been taped to the back of the door pulled the plastic cup, tipping it all the way over, and effectively dumping eight ounces of glitter all over the tall redhead. Andi froze in place and looked up blinking away some of the glitter caught by her light blonde eyelashes. She didn’t move for a long moment, almost as if she was in shock, but as she stood there, still staring at the cup, her voice broke through the hotel room. “London. Eve. Wells. Here. Now.”

London’s stomach dropped. Andi’s voice sounded more that irritated, and it suddenly occurred to her that she just might be in a bit too much trouble. Still, the prank had been a classic, and London straightened, she couldn’t help the grin that wouldn’t go away. Andi looked like she had been outside in a snow storm… only it was sparkly shiny flecks of metal rather than ice. The sparkly glitter was very much unlike the hard toppiness-shell she usually wore. She was typically wrapped in a flannel long sleeve, tight hip-hugging jeans, which were held in place by her mean leather belt, and boots of some flavor. Often, she even had a wide brimmed western hat that kept her long locks contained. She was a picture of southern cowgirl… even covered in glitter.

“Yes, ma’am?” London crowed as she scooted to stand in front of Andi. She was at a safe distance of course, and she had to resist the urge to reach back and cover her backside just based on the tone Andi was using.

Andi’s blazing blue eyes met London’s green ones. “What did I tell you after the fake spiders?”

London gulped and clenched her still slightly tender bottom. She remembered that conversation well. Sitting in on meetings the next day had not been anywhere near as fun as she thought it might be.

“Uh… well… you said you were going to take a twase to me… if there was any more pranks before we got home,” London gulped. The twase looked mean and if what Andi told her was the truth it would leave an impression for sure.

Andi nodded, lips pinched in a thin line. “And what would you call this present glitter situation?” Andi asked finally stepping fully into the hotel room and dropping her backpack by the door in a poof of glitter. London felt her body take a small step back.

“Well, er… uhm… Angela encouraged…” London tried fell silent. Andi’s left eye twitched like it always did when she was about to get swatty, and London again wondered if maybe she’d gone a bit too far. It sounded like a bit of fun… at the time.

“And you thought it would be a good idea to listen to Angela of all people? The same one who has gotten not one, but two separate warning swats from me today alone?” Andi’s west Texas accent drew out and London wanted nothing more than to squirm at the funny feeling that had returned to her belly. Damn that Angela for talking her into trouble!

“Well, I didn’t think too much about the thing you said after the spiders,” London replied, shifting nervously. “And as Angela already pointed out, I already had the stuff to do it so might as well put it to good use.”

London didn’t get to say more as Andi took step forward and grabbed her by the ear. She then took a quick two steps across the room, and before London knew what was happening, she felt her jeans fall down her legs and her body being led over Andi’s lap. Only a moment, later she was face to face with a couch cushion, and Andi was pulling her panties up between her cheeks effectively baring her poor bottom.

“Apparently, the last conversation we had was not enough for you to stay out of trouble. But I suspected as much. I’ve never known anyone to learn anything from just a hand spanking, including you.” Andi expertly wrapped her arm around London’s hip and began to work on her bottom. First quick deliberate swats were administered. London started to squirm almost immediately as Andi struck back and forth, sweeping upward across the fullest of both of her cheeks. London could definitely tell there was something different about this spanking. Maybe it was Andi spanking harder to begin with or her already sore cheeks, but her feet couldn’t stay still on the carpet. Her toes began to drum with ever stroke of Andi’s hard palm.

As Andi’s focused on giving London a session she wouldn’t soon forget, London had a hard time staying still. It was no longer funny as London noticed glitter flowing down around them both, settling on to the couch and the floor. She yipped and bounced all over Andi’s lap, each swat reminding her that she was already too tender from the last time. London found herself gasping, and then gripping the cushion tightly when Andi began focusing on just one cheek at a time swatting the same spot repeatedly

“When I’m done spanking your bare, naughty, little bottom I’m going to go through your bag and see what else you have hidden away, brat. And anything you shouldn’t have, I’m confiscating!” Andi declared with a particularly nasty swat to London’s sit spot. She then continued to slap a quick and deliberate rhythm onto the place where London’s thigh met bottom until London was sure it must be a it was a deep, rosy color and London was sure it was actually smoking.

Just when London thought she could take no more, Andi relented and stopped to rub the tender cheeks over her thighs. “Little girl, I’m going to let you up and when I do you are going to march just like you are over to that corner and plant yourself there until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand me?”

London groaned still over her lap but nodded into the couch. Carefully, she let Andi help her up and steady her before pointing here to the corner of the room. She knew Andi was watching her, but she couldn’t resist rubbing her cheeks with one hand as she shuffled, holding up her pants at the knees with the other hand as she walked.

The waiting game then began, broken only as London heard Andi pick up the phone and call the front desk. “Yes, this is room 702, do you have a vacuum cleaner you can send up? We made a small mess and we need a little help.” A short conversation later, in which London squirmed in the corner through it was agreed that someone would be up shortly with a vacuum.

After hanging up the phone Andi looked at the little brat in the corner. She sure asked for it this time. The three feet around the door was covered in glitter and there was a trail between the door and the couch of the room she was currently sitting in. Andi as carefully as possible unbuttoned and pulled off her shirt and rolled the glitter inside attempting to prevent any further mess from happening. Her shirt off, she took the hat from her head and sat it on the small table in front of her, resisting grumbling about the $200 hat being covered in glitter dust.

Andi again checked once more on the brat in the corner before going to find another shirt and pulling it on over her head. Her next stop was her bag of toys. Pulling out the twase, she laid it on the center of London’s bed. Finally, she placed two pillows at the end of the same bed before turning back to her charge.

“As soon as the vacuum is here you are going to meet the twase little girl!” Andi announced before she returned to her seat on the couch to await whoever was bringing up a vacuum. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily for her brat, It didn’t take long before there was a solid knock at the door.

Scare Me Like that Again – Part 4 Final

Thank you to my amazing co writer for pulling this last part together by writing 99% of it. You are the best. 🙂

Part one.

Part two.

Part three.

“Thirty,” Melissa started, giving Sarah a medium pop with her palm.  Sarah grunted, squirmed, and tried to keep focus. “Twenty-nine,” Melissa then said, with another pop.

Sarah whimpered, wiggling her backside and wishing that Melissa would just hurry up.  The next twenty-eight counts were surely going to kill her.  Twenty-seven hit low, making Sarah wince at it connected with her lower cheek, right where it met her thigh, and then it’s twin, twenty-six left a matching palm-print on her other cheek.

The sting lingered and Sarah found herself wiggling.  It was almost distracting enough to pull her from what was going on between her legs, but that was quickly forgotten as Melissa paused and massaged her bottom.  She then let her fingers roam, flowing between Sarah’s legs and touching her opening, just below where Sarah had the vibrating egg pressed. Melissa dipped her fingers between Sarah’s wet lips, rubbing back and forth for a moment, making Sarah instinctively clench, trying to prevent the wave of passion that she felt threatening to explode.  

In the back of her mind, she just wanted to let it go, but Melissa’s warning kept her squirming.  She knew her partner well enough that the punishment for disobedience wouldn’t be worth it, even if this had started as a play session when Melissa got in a toppy mood, there was no mistaking it for anything but serious.

All too soon, Melissa again let go and returned her palm to Sarah’s backside. “What number were we on again?”

Sarah’s eyes went wide.  She had no idea. “Um,” she hesitated and then winced as Melissa tapped her.  

“Yeah, I thought so.  Maybe we should just start over.  I was counting from fifty right?”

“Thirty!” Sarah immediately countered.  “I swear it was thirty.”

Melissa chuckled and tapped her again.  “Thirty then,” she said giving Sarah a half-strength swat.  

“Twenty-nine,” Sarah again immediately added.  

“So it is,” Melissa said, giving her another swat.  She then resumed swatting, slowly, back and forth. She didn’t count aloud, but Sarah was counting in her head and knew that her partner was doing the same.  

By the time she reached eleven, and then ten, Sarah was again writhed.  “Alright, Sarahbell,” Melissa encouraged. “Nine… eight… seven….”

At the sixth swat, Sarah yelled out, “Six.. five… oh god, four… three… oh, Mel… two.. And ONE!” And Sarah could no longer control herself.  She arched her back and let go, feeling wave after wave of pleasure course over her. Her legs started to shake and she found herself collapsing onto the mattress.  Her hand went limp and pulled the egg away. She almost didn’t notice Melissa take it from her and turn it off.

“Oh God,” Sarah moaned into the mattress as Melissa supported her by rubbing her back.  “That was… that was amazing. Maybe I should startle you more often.”

Melissa merely chuckled as she climbed onto the bed in front of her partner and scooted close to pet her hair. “Incorrigible, I tell you, incorrigible.”

Sarah moaned into the mattress once more before pulling herself up to lay her head on Melissa’s lap. The two women sat together in the still silence for some time before Sarah placed a kiss to her lover’s thigh. “Love you,” she mumbled tiredly as her eyes drooped.

“I love you too,” Melissa smiled as Sarah’s eyes stayed closed.

Sarah muttered something else but ended up sighing as Melissa’s hand trailed down to her bottom and started to gently stroke and pat it.  It was very warm, and although it was only part of her that was still throbbing she knew she was going to remember this moment every time she sat down for the next day or two.

“We should think about dinner,” Melissa said as she continued to pat her.

“I’m not hungry,” Sarah mumbled.

Melissa chuckled again.  “You will be as soon as the feeling returns to your legs”

Sarah wrinkled her nose and looked at up Melissa.  “My legs aren’t the thing I’m worried about,” she said, rubbing her own backside.  “Maybe I just don’t want to sit at the table.”

“Is that all,” Melissa smiled.

“No,” Sarah moaned as she rolled over and looked up at Melissa, meeting her eyes.  “I”m sorry I scared you. I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just having fun.”

“Who says I wasn’t having fun too?” Melissa teased.

Sarah’s eyes went wide before she promptly stuck out her tongue.  “Now who is the brat?”

“Still you, dear.”

“Hmpt,” Sarah grumbled. “Alright, I’ll eat, and sit down at a table on one condition.”

“What’s that?” Melissa asked, cocking a curious eyebrow.

“Surprise, you’re taking me out to dinner!”

“How about… Surprise! YOU are cooking me dinner,” Melissa countered.

“Hey, I’m the one with the sore backside.”

“Yeah, and cooking will keep you on your feet a bit longer,” Melissa winked.

Sarah’s lip tucked into a pout before she suddenly smiled after getting an idea.  “How about I’ll stand to order a pizza, then we can cuddle on the sofa while we wait?”

“Hmmm…” Melissa considered.  “I suppose that would be acceptable.”

Sarah agreed with a nod before slipping away from her partner and standing.  Again, her hands went to her backside, giving herself a sympathy rub. “I don’t suppose surprising you with pineapple will work tonight?”

“I think we’ve had enough surprises, and what did I say last time you ordered pineapple on my pizza?”

Sarah wrinkled her nose.  “You wouldn’t really spank me again tonight, would you?”

Melissa gave Sarah a small growl. “You wanna bet?”

“Actually, this may surprise you, but no.”

“What did I say about surprises?”

“So… then that’s a yes on the pineapple?”

“Sarah Anabelle…” Melissa warned, but Sarah had already turned and fled into the kitchen.  With a little luck, she’d be able to grab her phone and hide in the bathroom before Melissa could intervene. Truth be told she wasn’t the biggest fan of pineapple either, but then it always surprised her how much Melissa hated it, especially on pizza. Some surprises were so worth it, even if it meant another day or two before she could actually sit comfortably again.

Scare Me Like That Again – Part Three

Part one can be found here.

Part two can be found here.

Please please let us know what you think. 😜 Have a spanky week everyone! 😛

Melissa placed a sharper, resounding swat on the across the center of both cheeks, before beginning to pat once more. “I can see you’ve not had enough attention, young lady! I’m going to make sure you don’t sit comfortable tomorrow!”

Melissa’s voice was firm and husky from arousal making it even sexier than normal. It caused Sarah to shiver a bit, but she was suddenly distracted as she felt Melissa’s hand travel back between her thighs and tease her sensitive flesh. She whimpered; the fire below almost instantly reigniting.

Sarah began pushing back, trying to gain more contact before Melissa pulled her hand away again, only to be interrupted by Melissa’s scold. “Not yet, little brat. Up you go and over the end of the bed.”

Sarah whined as she felt Melissa’s hands on her hips, helping her stand. She was still a little shaky from pleasure and had to pause as Melissa stood and stepped closer to her. Melissa’s hand cupped Sarah’s face before she leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to her lips. She continued kissing for a long moment as her hands gently fell from Sarah’s face and started to roam over Sarah’s chest. Soon, both sets of hands were liberally exploring each other’s soft curves; caressing, pinching, and groping as tongues began to intertwine.

Sarah’s administrations started to head south, but when she reached Melissa’s center, Melissa caught her hand. “I don’t think so. We’re not done with you yet, miss.”

“Oh come on, Mel. I want to make you whither and squirm too.”

Melissa gave Sarah a crooked smile before turning her around and swatting her over the edge of the bed. Forced on her belly, Sarah couldn’t help but pout. Melissa wasn’t playing fair tonight. She crossed her arms, tucking her head in them and shifted from foot to foot as she realized that something wasn’t right. Melissa was too quiet and suddenly being bent over the bed felt awkward and exposed.

“Turn around and you’ll regret it, young lady,” Melissa warned, startling Sarah as she snapped her head back to the front. She shifted her hips, this time feeling not exposed or awkward but again aroused. That tone, that threat, the way that Melissa had total control over her was causing goosebumps to rise on her arm.

Sarah was so focused on the tingling in her lower regions, that she was again startled. This time it was by a small cool bit of leather that Melissa was teasing her bottom with. Melissa rubbed to the right, then the left, and then suddenly it left her backside only to come back down with a sharp crack and a sting.

“Ouch!” Sarah grunted and then practically danced as the bit of leather was turned on end and traced along the inside of her cheeks, past per darkest hole and sensitive inner thigh.

“How do you like my new toy?” Melissa teased, using it to kiss Sarah’s cheek again with another sharp crack. “I picked it up last week at the feed supply store.”

Sarah’s brow knit together for a moment before she smiled, remembering a conversation they’d had just last week about leather and things they’d both been curious about. “It is a crop? It’s interesting.”

“Mmhmm,” Melissa acknowledged as she tapped the leather lightly against wetness. “I’m going to make you squirt before you come again, Sarahbelle.”

Melissa’s words made Sarah squirm. She jumped again as Melissa surprised her with yet another sensation. Without warning, Melissa leaned down and rubbed an egg-shaped device along Sarah’s entrance. It was already on, humming slowly and torturing Sarah with every electronic wave.

Sarah couldn’t help gasping and tensing as Melissa teased her lips and then slowly inserted it, pressing it against her button and making Sarah writhe in anticipation. “Mel… I’m… I’m not going… to last,” Sarah whined as her pink bottom moved up and down.

“Oh, you will last as long as I say you will, Sarahbell, or I’ll really punish you,” Melissa whispered almost daring her to go over the edge before she struck her with the crop her again. One stingy lick was followed quickly by another, each leaving a tiny red kiss on Sarah’s already tender flesh.

The renewed pain coupled with the constant vibrations caused Sarah to moan into the bed. She gripped the sheets tightly as Melissa trailed the small vibrator down to her clit and held it teasingly in place.

“Hold this baby. I’m going to need my hand,” Melissa directed.

Obeintianly, Sarah’s hand snuck under her body and down between her thighs to the magical egg. Her fingers briefly mingled with Melissa as Melissa let go her hold on the toy and Sarah took over.

“Don’t you even think about turning the speed up either, young lady!” Melissa threatened. The warning was quickly rewarded as Melissa switched the crop back to her right hand and gave Sarah a quick pop along her right thigh, leaving a distinctive pink mark. The lick stung, and Sarah found herself again writhing. One hand was focused on keeping the toy just in that right spot and the other still tightly gripping the bed sheet. Her backside was shamelessly stuck up in the air, and her breasts pressed uncomfortably against the mattress, but all Sarah could focus on was the humming between her legs and the occasional sting of her lover’s crop.

Sarah was lost between a world of pleasure and pain, which only fueled her desire. She wanted to come and needed to come, but Melissa’s warning kept her on edge. It almost made it worse. She’d take a strapping or switching in trade releasing her pleasure, but disappointing Melissa would be too high a price. Her lover was holding her back, but at the same time, Sarah knew that Melissa was only doing so to make the pleasure more intense.

Almost as if on cue, Melissa pulled the crop back and began to paint Sarah’s bottom with more splotches or red. She liberally covered both cheeks, her sit spots, even occasionally kissed her thighs. She was slow but rhythmic and as the pain increased, Sarah danced over the edge of the bed and moaned with ever lick laid on her bottom.

Sarah’s bottom was throbbing as were her inner folds. Her movements became more frantic as her hand pressed harder into her own body. “Please Melissa, please no more… I need too… I must,” Sarah begged.

Melissa answered her by redoubling her efforts with the crop. It struck lower, narrowing its interests on her lower cheeks. Sarah squealed and bucked, but she also held on tightly to her egg. She was almost there and wasn’t about to give up now. “Please Melissa,” she begged again, almost in a whisper. “I’m going to explode.”

“Not yet, bell. In fact, I’m going to count down from 30. When I get there, then you may let go,” finally Melissa assured her.

Sarah found herself nodding into the mattress. She needed that count down, she wanted it. The egg wasn’t just buzzing anymore, but getting hot. It was almost uncomfortable, but its job wasn’t done yet. Neither was Melissa’s attention to her backside as she felt her lover’s palm rub back and forth across her swollen cheeks.

“Thirty,” Melissa started, giving Sarah a medium pop with her palm. Sarah grunted, squirmed, and tried to keep focus. “Twenty-nine,” Melissa then said, with another pop.

Sarah whimpered, wiggling her backside and wishing that Melissa would just hurry up. The next twenty-eight counts was surely going to kill her.

Scare Me Like That Again – Part Two

Part One can be found here.

“Both of Melissa’s eyebrows shot up. “You little brat!” Melissa grabbed Sarah by the arm, and she was no longer given any say as she suddenly found herself staring at the carpet. Her panties were down within a heartbeat before she felt Melissa’s palm kiss her backside for the first time. One swat quickly became two, and mere seconds later, Sarah was dancing frantically all over Melissa’s lap.

“Scare me, will you,” Melissa scolded between sharp swats. “How’s this for a surprise?” she continued unrelentless. Several long moments passed, but it was all a blur to Sarah as Melissa turned her cheeks from a pale pink to a bright, stinging raspberry. It was only once Sarah’s squeals of protests echoed through the house did Melissa stop the swatting and gently rubbed her warm cheeks.

“Oh… Mel…” Sarah moaned. She pushed her bottom higher, exposing her damp lips and inviting Melissa in. Her bottom was on fire, but the gentle stroking was causing other parts of her body to awaken as well.

Sarah was more than relieved when Melissa took the hint and allowed her hand to travel between Sarah’s spread thighs as she lightly began to tease with her fingertips. Melissa lingered there a moment, just long enough to make Sarah squirm before Melissa moved her hand back to her bottom cheeks and began swatting her once more. The swats were slower now, but more deliberate. Between her growing need in her loins and the building heat in her backside, Sarah was having difficulties focusing on anything. She felt helpless as she moaned and squirmed across Melissa’s lap.

“If you scare me again like that I’m going to make sure your spanking is a lot less pleasurable, young lady,” Melissa’s words made her jump. The tone had been in quiet warning with just enough edge to make Sarah’s stomach flop as she whimpered in response.

Between the sting and the massage, the tenderness of her lover’s palm was almost hypnotic. Sarah found herself drifting, and then suddenly stiffened as she felt Melissa’s hand travel back between her legs. Her bottom was throbbing, and her lower lips were tingling, but Melissa’s change in direction gave her hope.

Melissa found her hard clit and brushed over it lightly with two fingers. Her touch was just light enough to feel but much too gentle to bring any relief, and Sarah’s entire body trembled with the desire to push back for more contact.

To soon, however, Melissa’s hand left her lower lips and returned to her bottom to deliver several more slow and deliberate spanks. Each swat stung but also increased the wetness between Sarah’s legs tenfold. By a dozen stingy-spanks, her nipples her hard and painfully aching to be touched and played with. It was all she could do to just moan hoping that Melissa’s hand would soon return.

It seemed an eternity of withering and wiggling, but thankfully Melissa took mercy on her and again shifted. Both cheeks now burning, Melissa’s hand once again found her most sensitive spot, but this time Melissa’s destination wasn’t her clit, but instead, her folds. Melissa’s fingers tickled her entrance and gently massaged her pulsing lips. Sarah spread her legs further hoping to encourage Melissa’s playing. It did as Melissa’s damp fingers returned to Sarah’s clit and rubbed the hardened nerves with just enough pressure.

Sarah whimpered and held onto her lover’s ankles tightly as she finally pushed back, forcing more contact with Melissa’s hand. “Please, Mel… oh… need you.”

“You need me to what, Sarahbell?” Melissa teased.

Sarah bit her tongue, knowing that her answer could either encourage her lover to continue or even earn her more swats. Still, she was desperate, and so she answered honestly but almost in a whisper, “Fuck me.”

“What was that?” Melissa asked, suddenly pausing and making Sarah groan in frustration.

“I said to fuck me,” she begged. “Fuck me hard, Melissa Winters!”

“Oh really,” Melissa said with a chuckle. “Such language, little brat. Still, it’s a hell of a suggestion,” she taunted, letting her fingers ever so slightly brush across Sarah’s clit, before pressing it with her thumb. “Such a naughty girl,” Melissa said, pressing and rubbing once more.

With her thumb busy, she also allowed her middle finger to slip into Sarah’s entrance, moving in and out with the rhythm of her thumb. One finger became two, and Sarah found herself sliding forward yet, somehow still rising to meet Melissa’s hand. Her need was growing, the tension pressing those butterflies in her lower stomach to flutter at an alarming rate.

“Yes… yes… YES!” Sarah yelled as she felt the rush of release and then a wave of pleasure wash over her. Sarah trembled for several moments as Melissa’s hand continued to pull every ounce of pleasure out of her she could. Finally, she whimpered and squirmed forward and away from Melissa and her administrations. She could feel her lover’s hand slowly dance back to her throbbing bottom and pat each stinging cheek slowly just enough to keep the sting alive.

“You ever going to scare me again like that, little brat?” Melissa asked, her tone scolding as she alternated some of the pats for gentle rubs.

The softness allowed Sarah to steady her rapid breathing, but she couldn’t help a small smirk as she panted out, “May… maybe… if it leads to that!”

Melissa placed a sharper, resounding swat on the across the center of both cheeks, before beginning to pat once more. “I can see you’ve not had enough attention, young lady! I’m going to make sure you don’t sit comfortable tomorrow!”

Scare Me Like That Again – Part One

Hi spanky guys and gals, just a quick update. Sorry for not having many stories recently. Inspiration to finish stories has been waining, however, I do hope to keep posting every week for you all. So, this little bit is a scene me and the lovely Ms. Stardawn Cabot and I wrote about our characters from Confessions of Gemini. If you all enjoyed that story then hopefully you will enjoy this as well! There should be at least two more parts of this scene coming soon.  Tell us what you think. 🙂 


P.S. Oh, and if you haven’t checked out Stardawn’s blog out then you totally should! 😛

Sarah giggled as she heard Melissa call her name. She’d been home for an hour or so, waiting for her girlfriend to get home from work, but when she heard the front door open she’d gotten a sudden idea.  She knew she had a minute, and hoped that her heart-beat would settle before Melissa made it to their bedroom. Melissa would always end up there after work so she could change from her stiff work clothes into something more casual.

Quietly, Sarah slipped behind the door, leaving it open as she heard Melissa’s footsteps in the hall. The room was dark, but as Melissa called into the room and then flipped the light on, Sarah stepped in further back into the shadows of the door.

Sarah had to put her hand over her mouth to keep from again giggling as Melissa walked in a small circle and scratched her head.  “That’s so weird,” Melissa mumbled to herself. “Her car is here. Maybe she went for a walk?” She then shrugged and headed toward the closet to change.

Sarah watched Melissa pull her work shirt over her head and took the opportunity to slowly push the door away from her. She slipped along the wall and crept her way closer to her darker-haired partner. Just as Mellisa began unbuttoning her work pants Sarah readied herself. She took the final step, jumping out and yelling, “Boo!”

Sarah then smiled and started laughing as Melissa jumped into the air and then spun. Her partner’s eyes were wide, her hands clutched to her bra-clad chest.

“Sarah!” Melissa gasped at her girlfriend as she attempted to catch her breath. “You scared me half to death!”

“I know! I got you so good! You jumped and screamed…” Sarah trailed off giggling and unable to speak.

Melissa slowly breathed in and out. “It’s not funny, Sarah Annabelle! You really scared me.  I could have… I could have hit you thinking you were someone trying to attack me!”

“In fact, you are making my hand itchy,” Melissa continued to scold, but Sarah couldn’t contain her laughter.  The more Melissa tried, the funnier the whole situation became. Sarah continued to laugh until she was almost bent in half and was wiping tears from her eyes.  

Melissa frowned and crossed her arms over her chest.  When Sarah finally looked up she could see the irritation her partner’s face, and suddenly felt her own cheek warm.  “Hey, now it was just a joke, really? What’s the harm no one got hurt.”

Melissa merely raised her eyebrow, before pointing to the dreaded corner.  

“Oh come on, really?”

“So help me, Sarahbell.  March!”

Sarah rolled her eyes dramatically, but turned and settled herself into the place where the two walls met.  It was just a harmless joke. Silly fun. Why did Melissa always have to be a party pooper? With a frown on her face, Sarah shifted from one foot to the other while she waited for her partner to release her.

Seconds turned into minutes and Sarah was having a hard time focusing.  It seemed as if an eternity passed, but the room had been quiet for quite some time, and she was beginning to think of Melissa had forgotten about her.  “Melissa?” she tested, calling out softly, only to get no reply.

Thinking she must be alone, she called out louder, “Melissa?”

“I’m still here, brat,” Melissa practically whispered in her ear.  Her partner’s warm breath made goosebumps rise on her neck and arms and although she didn’t turn, she could feel Melissa’s presence practically touching her.

“Must… must I say in the corner?” Sarah whispered quietly still wanting to turn and look at her partner.

“Oh, you are going to want to come back over here shortly, little brat.”

Sarah felt Melissa’s palm pat her covered bottom in a way that told her she was going to be looking at the carpet shortly.  “Mel.. please… I.. I’m sorry.” She pleaded with Melissa.

Her partner didn’t say a word.  Instead, she felt hands slowly travel along both of her hips and around the front of her pelvis before they found their way to the string of her lounge pants. Still, Sarah stood facing the corner as she felt Melissa pull the string which was holding her pants in place. She felt goosebumps raise across her skin as her pants fell around her feet. Sarah then couldn’t help but squirm when Melissa’s hand trailed slowly up her now exposed thigh.

“Mel,” Sarah murmured quietly as she felt her insides twisted with desire.

“So beautiful. So perfect. But so naughty.” Melissa whispered into Sarah’s ear as she cupped her now partially expose bottom cheek.

Sarah forced herself to not turn. She wanted to feel Melissa’s wet lips and draw her into a hard kiss but was distracted once again. She quivered as she felt fingers began to lightly tease the waistband of her cotton panties.  

“So, little brat of mine. Should I take these panties down and pull you over my knee for a long spanking? Hmm?” Melissa purred.

Sarah whimpered her response, finding herself being turned and finally being rewarded as Melissa pulled her into a deep kiss.  

“Or maybe,” Melissa continued to tease I should have you bend over the bed so I can take a strap to you.  Put your bottom high up in the air and tease your little clit and make you beg for mercy between the stings of leather.”

Sarah felt her knees shake as she struggled to stay upright.  Any and all of Melissa suggestions sounded like heaven. After a moment though, she gave her lover a quirky grin and ran her hand up Melissa’s arm.  “We could do that, or we could…”

Melissa raised an interested eyebrow encouraging Sarah to continue.   

“Or we could let me surprise you,” Sarah giggled.

“Both of Melissa’s eyebrows shot up.  “You little brat!” Melissa grabbed Sarah by the arm and she was no longer given any say as she suddenly found herself staring at the carpet.  Her panties were down within a heartbeat before she felt Melissa’s palm kiss her backside for the first time. One swat quickly became two, and mere seconds later, Sarah was dancing frantically all over Melissa’s lap.  

The 50th Amendment……The right to bare ass..

That’s right, they have many names depending on where you come from, panties, undies, briefs, pants, butt they all have one thing in common (please excuse the pun, there may be a few more lol) and that is they cover the derriere.

And there are so many types out there for a girl to choose from, we’ve got full brief, midi, high leg, brazilian, tanga, bikini, G-string, shorts to name but a few. So that got me thinking? Does your age affect your choice of underwear?

In a few weeks’ time, I hit a big mile stone, I’m going to be 50 and yes, I’ve had my fair share over the years of wearing different types of undergarments, you could call it a Brief Encounter (did warn you about the puns) but now that I’m hitting 50, should I hang up the pretties, and go more utility?
For after all, this girl here has some stretch marks, and a bit of a tummy, I often think my bottom looks big. So, should I go more demure and just cover up? Can I wear what I wore back in my 20’s, or can I show a bit of cheek and dare to bare? Is it time for full granny bloomers and be done with?

Anyway, after careful consideration and a perusal of my underwear drawer, I’ve come to the conclusion that age DOES affect what you wear beneath your clothing. I’ve discovered the older I’ve got, the naughtier I’ve become. My bottom is the proud wearer of a plethora of panties. No way am I ready for long drawers. I have a knicker for different occasions, I shall keep it brief, but this is what I have:

High leg, shorts, brazilian, full coverage, school knickers, gym knickers, bikini, thong.

So, I may be rocking on 50, but no way am I ready to hide the rear and today is Thursday aka Thong Thursday…. yup and you’ve guessed it…….