The Corporal's Punishment

Perfect Punishments 7

Xcite Books Ltd

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 16,700
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A collection of five mixed, varied and explicit spanking stories.

The Corporal’s Punishment by Robin Moreton

Corporal Charley Compton was called into General Rufus K Slocum’s tent. He had defied a direct order, the action having saved his brother, Jimmy’s life. The General though demands obedience and when his orders are defied the culprit must be punished. But the Corporal has defied something else, something that none of the other soldiers could possibly know and now the General has found out. What punishment will this hold?

Red by Charlotte Stein

Someone has spanked Blake Cooper’s ass. The biggest, most arrogant of douchbags to walk the earth has been spanked but by who?Does he cry tears of shame in delicious agony Scarlet wonders? Unable to clear her mind of images she conjured up in her mind she becomes obsessed as to who it could have been to lay that red imprint on his ass.

The Happiest Days by Amelia Thornton

Being a teacher isn’t easy as Miss Smithson well knows so when Fridays come she’s happy to leave her workplace to rush home and take her place at being a pupil again and in her mind the happiest days of her life. This Friday though she forgets the time and arrives late only to bear the wrath for her tardiness.

Pat-a-Cake by Sandrine Lopez

Not nipples, clit or a g-spot can hold a candle to fingers and palms for this young lady. Hands had always held a fascination for her so when young Scott ran his hot tongue up her palm and slid it between her fingers, sucking on them one by one, she almost passed out with ecstatic bliss.Then along came Dylan who introduced her into other ways to use her hands and his.

Reading Between the Lines by Izzie French

With the internet knocking her trade Sophia couldn’t wait to run upstairs to the room holding her late father’s collection of erotica. She loved nothing more than to masturbate with an open book, knowing she could be seen if so desired from at least one inhabitant from the university buildings. She sighed with pleasure remembering of days long ago only to become alerted to someone standing in the shadows. He has a business proposition for her but before that he proposes something else.

These stories have also been published in Ultimate Spanking ISBN 9781907016127

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Perfect Punishments 7

Xcite Books Ltd

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Word Count: 16,700
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Virginia, September, 1862
‘What you did today was brave but foolhardy, soldier,’ General Rufus K Slocum growled from behind his trestle war-table. To one side of the lantern-lit tent hung his sword in its scabbard and a daguerreotype of President Lincoln; on the other side was the furled Union flag.
Reluctant to make eye contact, Corporal Charley Compton stood to attention at the closed entrance flap and studied the superior officer’s slightly ginger sideburns, which seemed to bristle. ‘Yes, sir.’ Charley’s eyes lowered, staring at the cane on top of the outspread map. A wicked-looking cane.
Slocum’s Union jacket was unbuttoned, revealing an opened sweat-stained shirt and curling chest hair. Shadows flitted across his handsome features, the light from the lantern flickering. He was rumoured to be in his thirties, but seemed older. Running a hand through his long unruly brown hair, Slocum barked, ‘Look at me when I’m speaking!’
‘Yes, sir,’ Charley responded tremulously and their eyes met. The general had captivating periwinkle blue eyes, which, contrary to his tone, did not appear to contain any anger.
Getting to his feet, the general wrapped both hands round the cane. ‘You defied my direct order, Corporal,’ he said.
Charley blinked and quailed as if the general had used the cane. ‘Yes, sir. I’ll accept your punishment, sir.’
‘Damned right you will!’
Charley’s legs trembled. ‘But I had to save Jimmy, my brother.’
‘Aye, and you did. I’ve never seen anything like it! Your intemperate action was the catalyst, Corporal. If you hadn’t risked your life by rushing forward to rescue your brother, the rest wouldn’t have followed. Those damnable rebels didn’t expect a charge, by God, but that’s what they got – thanks to you disobeying my order!’
Charley’s palms felt damp, clammy. ‘I’m sorry, sir – for disobeying …’
Slocum let out a mixture of a bark and a laugh then walked round the table and stood in front of Charley, one hand slapping the cane against his boot. The general was a good ten inches taller and smelled of cigar smoke, an avuncular aroma. ‘How is your brother?’
‘Thank you for asking, sir,’ Charley replied, surprised at the change in the general’s tone. ‘Surgeon says he was lucky – if it had been an inch either way, the bullet would have – er – deprived him of his manhood, sir.’
The general grimaced. ‘Aye, that’s what I heard. Lucky fellow – to have such a brave sister.’
‘Pardon, sir?’
Slocum looked askance at Charley, fingers stroking his chin. ‘I was there while the surgeon operated on your brother. He was delirious. Thanked his sister, Charlotte. That’s you, isn’t it?’
Charley swallowed then nodded. Her mouth was too dry to answer.
‘You realise I must punish you, don’t you?’
Annoyed at feeling unsoldierly with tears welling at the corners of her eyes, Charley croaked, ‘Yes, sir. I deserve to be punished – for disobeying your order.’
Gripping the cane, with his hands behind his back, he walked round Charley, and murmured, ‘It’s quite uncanny, quite strange …’
But Charley deemed it prudent not to enquire further. She felt the tip of the cane slide down her straight back, pressing her threadbare shirt against her perspiring shoulder-blades.
‘Drop your britches, soldier,’ the general ordered.
She drew in a breath. This was so humiliating! Perhaps she should turn and leave. He had no right – then she remembered her promise to Ma. ‘I’ll stick with Jimmy,’ she’d said, not appreciating the subterfuges she would have to undergo to preserve her modesty and keep her secret. She was nineteen, older than Jimmy and therefore responsible for him.
‘Corporal, I don’t like to be kept waiting! My orders are to be acted upon immediately!’
Feeling her stomach swirling with unaccustomed sensations, she replied, ‘Yes, sir, sorry, sir, at once.’ Fingers fumbling, she unbuckled her belt and unbuttoned her trousers and pushed them down to knee-height. Even though she was wearing rough and itchy long-johns, she felt naked before him. Her face reddened with shame – and something else. What was it, though? Anticipation, daring, devilment?
The tip of the cane flicked the flap at the rear of her long-johns and sent an odd spasm through her loins. ‘Sir?’ she whispered.
‘I used to chastise my late wife, soldier.’
‘Yes, sir.’ On impulse, she added, ‘I’m sorry for your loss, General.’
‘Aye. Thank you, Corporal. You know, I used to chastise her on her bare ass.’
Inwardly, Charley groaned, knowing and fearing what he was going to demand next.
‘Bare yours, Corporal.’
Without replying, Charley reached behind her and unbuttoned the flap at her bottom; it dropped down and she was surprised to experience a flow of pleasure as she felt a draught of air on her exposed buttocks. It didn’t seem possible, but her face was hotter still at this ignominy.
‘Good. Obedience is very necessary – remember that, soldier.’
‘Yes, sir. I’ll do anything you require, General, just please don’t muster me out,’ she begged. ‘I promised our parents I’d look after our Jimmy.’
‘We’ll see,’ he said, ‘though I don’t make promises I can’t keep. Now, bend yourself across my desk. But gently does it, I don’t want this week’s campaign torn.’
‘Sir,’ she whimpered, suddenly conscious that it would not only be her naked bottom visible to her superior officer. Obediently, Charley carefully leaned over the trestle table, her chest on top of the war map, offering up her white twin globes.

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