A collection of five erotic stories with varied spanking themes.
Adult Education – Elizabeth Coldwell
A life-long good girl, Amanda finally decides to rebel when she struggles with an adult maths class. Behaving in a way to make even the most rebellious teenager blush it’s only a matter of time before her teacher Andy has to take measures to discipline her.
Victoria Pleases her Headmistress – Angela Meadows
Victoria is summoned to see Madame Thackeray, the headmistress of the Venus School for Young Ladies where a broad education is dispensed to the pupils. Her most recent assignment was not entirely successful and so she has to face her punishment which is an education in itself.
Noisy Neighbours – Teresa Joseph
Being the building manager for a university dorm turned out to be more of a challenge than John realised. The girls in the all-female accommodation had no respect for hard-working folk like himself who wanted to sleep at night. After a month of torment he decides to take control and give the girls the well-deserved disciplining they need.
Aviatricks - Roger Frank Selby
When Erik goes for a flying lesson with the delectable instructor Sonja he gets more than he bargains for. She is a master of teaching him that he has to resist all kinds of distraction when controlling the plane and, when back on the ground, get her husband to help with further instruction.
A Taste of Punishment – DMW Carol
Taking my online flirtation with the luscious Nick was something I’d been looking forward to for a long time. But he was going to have to learn that I’m always going to be the one in charge and a nice firm spanking was top of my list for dessert.
These stories have also been published in Naughty Spanking Two ISBN 9781906125899
My daydream was interrupted by Andy’s voice. “Would you like to explain to me what all this is about?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” I retorted, still in the rôle of the stroppy slacker I had become during the past few weeks of lessons.
“I know you have a problem with maths,” he said, “but you weren’t that far away from getting a pass mark. A little bit of hard work between now and the end of the course and you’d have stood a really good chance of getting that qualification. And that’s why I don’t want to see you throwing that chance away.”
“Well, do you know what?” I replied. “I really don’t care about that stupid qualification any more. Or this stupid class.”
Andy sighed. “I hoped you weren’t going to take that attitude. But seeing as you have, it looks like the only thing I can use to make you see some sense is some old-fashioned discipline. Bend over the desk, please, Amanda.”
For a moment, I just looked at him blankly. It was such an outrageous request that I thought he was joking. Then I saw his expression and realised he was utterly serious.
“I don’t have all day, Amanda,” he said, “so if you’d hurry up and do as you’re told.”
The desk was low, and made of chipped formica, so as I bent over it, my bottom stuck out in the air. I pushed a pile of exercise books and a chalk duster out of the way and gripped the edge of the desk, feeling slightly ridiculous. That, however, was nothing to how I felt as Andy gave me my next instruction.
“Right, I’m going to give you six of the best. It seems the most appropriate punishment, under the circumstances. In the old days, they’d have used a cane, but we don’t have that luxury any more.” I couldn’t believe it; did he really sound regretful that he couldn’t give me such a barbaric punishment? “So, six hard spanks it is. And after every one I’d like you to say, “Thank you, Mr Collins,” and reflect on how you’ve been letting yourself down.”
Whatever had happened to ‘call me Andy’, and just when had my usually laidback tutor turned into this stickler for perverse discipline? I didn’t have time to ponder on his change in personality very long, though, as he moved close behind me and continued, “Just one last thing. That little arse of yours is just too well protected, so I think we’ll have these off–”
As he spoke, I felt him fumbling with my belt, and then the zip of my jeans. Before I could object, he had tugged them down to my knees, leaving me in just the flimsy little pair of powder blue panties I had put on that morning. Knickers that made me feel sexy when I wore them, but would do nothing to shield me from Andy’s palm.
I shivered as he ran his hand briefly over the curve of my bum. The more he was making me wait, the more I wanted to beg him to hurry up and get it over with. He was clearly relishing the power he had over me, and I began to wonder if he’d been aware of my bad girl routine for longer than I had believed.
Just when I thought I would scream if he didn’t start spanking me, I felt his palm come down squarely across my cheeks. The force of the blow made me gasp, and I realised I’d been holding my breath.
There was a brief silence and then Andy said, “I’m waiting, Amanda.”
I realised what he wanted me to say, and blurted out, “Thank you, Mr Collins.” I felt as though I was slipping unprotestingly into the rôle of naughty schoolgirl, rather than the cool class rebel I had wanted to be.
“That’s better.” His hand stroked over my backside again, and then slapped me for a second time. Even though it stung through my thin knickers, this time I didn’t hesitate to thank him for the blow.