Annabelle (part 36)

A/N: This series is not for minors. It contains sexual content and adult F/F spanking.



This chapter is a continuation of the end of chapter 35. Link: https://ashtale.wordpress.com/2021/10/09/annabelle-part-35/

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Leda stood by the entrance to the tent and motioned for Lydia to step inside.
“Shall we?”

Lydia nodded nervously. As she walked past Leda, the redhead put her hand on her back her rubbed her gently.

They entered the tent that had been enchanted to be bigger on the inside. Leda led the younger woman over to a stuffy-looking sofa.

“I’ll sit on the sofa, shall I?” Leda sat down and patted the seat next to her.

“Okay,” Lydia mumbled nervously and sat down next to the redhead. She felt Leda’s hand rubbing her back again.

“Are you sure that you want this, darling?”

Lydia nodded. “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Good.” Leda patted her hand. “Then I think you can bare yourself for me, my dear, and lay over my lap.”

“Oh…okay.” Startled by how quickly the older woman went to business, Lydia got up and nervously tugged at her waistband. “How far down should I…?”

“Just take them off,” the older woman instructed.

Lydia pulled her trousers down to her knees. She stopped and sighed, and feeling embarrassed and exposed, she pulled them off entirely.

“Good girl,” Leda said, praised. “Let’s go,” she commanded, patting her nap.

“Right.”

“I think maybe “Yes, ma’am” is better for this situation.”

“Right. I mean… yes, ma’am,” Lydia corrected herself.

She approached Lydia, her lower body completely bare, and slowly placed herself over the older woman’s lap. She could feel her top that normally covered her bottom, rise to her lower back, leaving her exposed and feeling a cold breeze on her bare skin. Then she felt warmth as Leda rubbed her bottom gently.

“How about we start a little slow, and then I will increase the intensity after a while.”

“That sounds good.”

“Alright, darling,” Leda said giving Lydia’s bottom a smack which caused the younger woman to whimper a little. “You relax and make yourself comfortable. This is not meant to be a punishment, but I won’t go too easy on you.”

“I don’t want you to.”

“I know.”

Holding Lydia firmly in place, Leda started spanking her with firm swats of medium intensity. Lydia laid obediently over her lap and did not squirm, whilst her pale bottom pinkened little by little. After a little while, Leda increased the force a little, and the woman over her lap let out small little whimpers.

“That’s right, darling. It stings a bit, doesn’t it?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Excuse me?” Leda said, giving her a harder smack.

“Oooh! I meant, yes, ma’am.”

“That’s better.”

Leda stopped spanking and took a moment to rub the now pink bottom over her lap.

“I’m thinking I should spank you with my hand a little longer, but then I think we should switch to an implement.”

“Okay…” Lydia sniffed. She was crying softly, not from pain, but from the emotions that overcame her as she was draped over another woman’s lap.

“Are you alright, darling?” Leda asked softly.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little emotional.”

“I understand. You needed a release.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’ve been wanting this for a while.”

Leda rubbed Lydia’s back a little. “And you need to feel cared for, don’t you? Well, I’m here for you and I care.”

“Thank you,” Lydia sniffed. “That means a lot.”

Leda stroked her hand gently through Lydia’s hair. “Now, darling, what kind of implement do you want me to use? Or do you want more than one?”

“Do you have something leather?”

“I do,” Leda said, smiling to herself. She had a rather solid leather paddle. “I also have a nice cane.”

“A cane?!”

“Yes, but I won’t use it too harshly. But if you want to skip the cane, I understand.”

“Umh… I’m a little curious.”

“I thought so…” Leda smiled and started spanking her again. This time she spanked a little harder, and Lydia immediately started squirming a little over her lap.

“Oooh… that stings.”

“Oh, I expect it does, darling. I am not holding back now,” she said happily as she peppered Lydia’s backside with stinging swats. Her cute bottom went from pink to a darker red.

Once Lydia was kicking her legs a little, Leda decided she had used her hand enough, and she was quite satisfied with her work. The bottom over her lap was glowing.

“Let’s take a little break.” She gently patted Lydia’s bottom. “Up you get.”

Lydia got up and rubbed her stinging bottom.

“Sit down on my lap, darling.” She held out her hand to Lydia who gingerly sat down on her lap. Leda put her arms around her. “How are you doing so far?” She rubbed her back as Lydia rested her head against her shoulder.

“I’m doing alright.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, I want to keep going.” Lydia sniffed. “Please?”

“Okay, darling,” Leda comforted her. “As long as you feel up to it.”

Lydia nodded.

“We can do this whenever you feel like it. You don’t have to do anything bad. You can be my good girl. Goddess knows I need one of those!”

Lydia laughed a little and snuggled more into Leda. “I’d like that.”

The older woman kissed her softly on her forehead. “Then that’s settled. You’ll be my girl.” She patted Lydia’s bottom. “You can ask me for a spanking if you need it, or… you can ask for a snuggle and some comfort. That’s alright too. I don’t just dish out discipline, you know. Sometimes a girl just needs to feel cared for.”

After they had had a little break, Leda tapped the side of Lydia’s thigh, motioning her to get off her lap so she could stand up.

“Are we ready to continue? I need to find my paddle.”

Lydia nodded, looking a little nervous. She tugged her shirt a little down, knowing it barely covered her bare bottom.

“Hmm… now where did I put it? I haven’t used it in a while,” Leda mumbled. “Ah, I remember!”

She withdrew a small pouch from the pocket of her cloak and opened it. The pouch was tiny, but Leda’s whole arm went into it as she audibly rummaged around its content. It looked strange from the outside, almost as if, Leda didn’t have an arm at all, but being a witch, it was not the first time Lydia had seen such a pouch. She was impressed because creating a bigger space inside a smaller item was difficult magic. However, it did not surprise her that Leda was capable of such things, she was rumored to be the most powerful witch in the area. She had a natural-born talent that few possessed.

“Got it!” Leda withdrew a leather paddle from her pouch. “This should do nicely,” she said, tapping it against her hand. “Do you want to get back over my lap?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Lydia replied, approaching the older woman whilst giving her bottom one last rub.

She lowered herself over Leda’s lap. Her shirt covered the top part of her bottom, but pulled it back to the small of her back, baring her entire bottom, now glowing red after her warm-up spanking.

“There we go,” she said, rubbing Lydia’s bottom gently. “You’ve got a nice warm-up. Now let’s use this paddle for a bit, shall we?”

“Uh-huh.”

“What was that, darling?” Leda gave the woman over her lap a sharp smack.

“Ow… I meant yes, ma’am,” Lydia corrected herself.

“That’s better.”

Leda grabbed her leather paddle and placed it gently against Lydia’s bottom. The younger woman winced as she felt the cool leather against her warm backside. Leda lifted her arm and brought it back down on Lydia’s bottom. She started gently, reading the body language of the woman draped over her lap. Realizing that she was being a little gentle, she increased the force a little, resulting in a little whimper from the younger woman.

“Are you alright, darling?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“How is this intensity?”

“It’s stingy, but bearable, ma’am.”

“Good.” Leda continued smacking the bottom over her lap. “Then I shall continue like this, and then, after a while, I shall use more force.”

“Okay… I mean…. Yes, ma’am.”

Over and over the leather landed on Lydia’s bottom. Each blow brought with it a fresh sting to her already tender skin. She mostly laid still, though a little grunt or whimper would occasionally escape her if the paddle hit a sore spot. Leda brought the paddle down in a steady rhythm, making sure to cover the entire surface of Lydia’s backside. She would on occasion, smack her upper thighs, but as it wasn’t a punishment spanking, she mostly smacked her bottom.

“I think you’ve been needing a good spanking for a while, haven’t you, my girl?” she asked a whimpering Lydia.

“Yes, ma’am, I have,” Lydia sniffed, yet again overcome with emotions.

Leda slowed down the spanking. “That’s it, good girl,” she said rubbing Lydia’s back gently. “Are you still doing okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine, ma’am,” Lydia sniffed. “I don’t need you to stop.”

“Good. Well, I think you can get up now, and I’d like you to get on your knees on the sofa and stick your bottom out for me. I’ll give you some harder swats with my paddle before we move on to the cane.”

Lydia obediently got up and knelt on her knees, facing the sofa. She bent forward and stuck her bottom out.

“Like this?” she asked.

“Yes, very good,” Leda said approvingly. She was standing on Lydia’s left, patting her bottom. Her hand rubbed gently all over Lydia’s bottom cheeks and the top of her thighs. “Good girl. I will now give you the last swats with my paddle. Please stay in position, these will be harder.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Leda placed the paddle against Lydia’s right sit spot. She lifted her arm and swung her arm upward. The paddle made contact with a loud crack.

“Oooh!” Lydia winced as more swats made contact with her bottom, and the force of the blows made her jolt forwards. It hurt, as Leda was aiming a lot for her sit spots, but the steady build-up of intensity made it easier to bear. She knew she could stop it at any time, but she didn’t want to. She needed this. She kept her bottom in position, sticking it out to obediently receive her spanking. It was painful and arousing at the same time, and on occasion, she would lick and bite her lip. The last ten swats with the paddle made her yelp a bit, but she took them like a good girl.

“I think that will do,” Leda said, putting away her leather paddle. She inspected the bottom in front of her, stroking her hand over some blotchy marks. “You will have some bruises, but I don’t think it will be too bad.”

“I don’t mind,” Lydia said. “I’d be a little disappointed if I didn’t have any marks after taking a long spanking!”

“Something tells me that you are enjoying this,” Leda chuckled.

“Sorry,” Lydia said, embarrassed. “I don’t mean to… I…”

“Don’t be sorry, girl. It’s not your fault,” Leda reassured her. “This was not a punishment, remember? It is perfectly normal for someone to enjoy a spanking if it is not a punishment. I don’t mean to embarrass you, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it has made you aroused.”

“Sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry!” Leda smacked the bottom in front of her for emphasis. “I don’t want you to apologize for having a normal reaction, and one that is out of your control. Do not apologize for reacting exactly how I expected you would.”

Leda started rummaging in her pouch again. She pulled out a long, thin cane and swished it in the air, which made Lydia wince.

“Now… I think we also agreed that you could use a little dose of my cane?”

“Umh… yes… but I’m a bit scared of that.”

“Very understandable,” Leda said softly. “I rarely use the cane for discipline, and the few times I have, I have been rather gentle with it. It can be a very harsh implement, but I don’t use it harshly on my girls.”

She placed the cane across Lydia’s bottom and tapped it gently against her bottom. “Do you trust me?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am. I trust you.”

“Good girl. I will start light, and we’ll see how it goes. With the cane, you are in control. Alright, my love?”

“Alright. Thanks.”

“I’ll give you the first stroke now.”

Leda lifted the cane and brought it down with a flick of her wrist, but it was not very harsh.

“How was that, darling?”

“I couldn’t feel that too much, I think you can do it a little harder.”

“Alright, let’s try another one.”

Again, Leda raised her arm, but this time she used more force when she brought it back down. The cane made a swooshing sound before it hit the already reddened bottom with a little “twack!”. Shortly after, Lydia flinched. It was clear that she felt it more that time.

“Owww…”

“Stings a bit more this time, yes?”

“Oooh… yeah, but it’s not unbearable.”

“Well, I think we will stick to this intensity. How about ten strokes?”

“Yes, ma’am. That sounds good.”

“Good girl. And remember that we can stop anytime you want.” She tapped the cane gently against Lydia’s bottom. “Stick this bottom a little bit more out for me,” she commanded, and Lydia obediently did as she was told. “Please count the strokes. We’ll start at one.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Ma’am!”

“I want you to count and say “ma’am”. If you forget to say, ma’am, that stroke won’t count. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Leda readied the first stroke. She placed the cane on the middle part of Lydia’s bottom.

Twack!

“One, ma’am.”

Twack!

“Ooh…two, ma’am.”

Twack!

“Ow, three, ma’am.”

Twack!

“Four! Ma’am.”

Lydia inspected the younger woman’s bottom. She traced her fingers over the red marks that had been left by the cane. They were red, but they were probably not going to last a very long time. Her strokes hurt, but they were not brutal, and they would not break the skin. She readied another stroke, aiming at the lower part of Lydia’s bottom. The younger woman obediently kept her position and stuck her bottom out. Lydia gave her three strokes on her sit spots. These strokes made Lydia’s cries a bit more audible, but she kept her presenting her bottom to Leda, awaiting the rest of her caning.

“You’re being such a good girl for me,” Leda praised. “See? There is no need to disobey or break rules. If you just ask nicely, I’ll be happy to give you what you need.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Are you doing okay, sweetheart?”

“Yes, ma’am. It stings, but I’m fine.”

“Good. Well, the cane does sting a lot, but I think we’re doing okay.” Leda tapped the cane on the marked bottom. “You’ve got three strokes left. Would you like them to be a little bit harder? If not, that is perfectly fine.”

“I… I think I want to see what a harder stroke feels like, ma’am. You can make the last three harder.”

“Alright, darling. I’ll make them a little harder, but I will not use full force. I’m not comfortable doing that to my girls.” She stroked her hand gently over Lydia’s bottom.

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“Alright. Last three then.”

Leda lined the cane across the middle part of Lydia’s bottom. She raised her arm and brought the cane down with more force than before.

Twack!

“Oooh… ow…. Eight, ma’am!” Lydia shook her bottom a little. It was clear that this stroke hurt more.

Twack!

“Arghh…. Nine, ma’am.”

Twack!

“TEN! MA’AM.”

Leda threw the cane onto a chair and immediately started inspecting Lydia’s bottom.

“The last three might bruise, but your skin is not broken.”

“May I get up now, ma’am?” Lydia asked.

“Yes, of course, darling.”

Leda opened her arms to Lydia who immediately buried herself in her embrace.

“Thank you,” she mumbled into the older woman’s shoulder.

“You’re welcome, darling,” Leda said, kissing her forehead. “Shall I heal your bruises for you?”

“Umh… I want to… eh…”

“You want to look at your bottom in the mirror?” Leda gave Lydia a knowing smirk that made her blush as she nodded. “I see. How about I leave the marks, but I will rub a nice, soothing cream on your bottom for you?”

“Thanks,” Lydia said, blushing. “That sounds good.”

“Did you get what you wanted?”

“That and more.”

“I’m glad, darling.” Leda once again put her arms around Lydia. “I feel protective of you, Lydia. Stick with me and my coven, and you will be cared for. And you will never have to feel downtrodden again. We take care of our own, in more ways than one.”

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted,” Lydia said, her voice cracking as she got emotional.

“Shhh… I know, darling.” Leda held her tight in her arms and spoke to her in a soothing voice. “You’re a good girl, don’t let anyone tell you that you’re not. You deserve so much more than you have been given so far in your life.”

Leda loosened her embrace and gave Lydia a mischievous smile.

“Now… if you want to admire your spanked bottom before the others get back, you better hurry.”

Lydia grinned as Leda turned her towards a mirror and swatted her in its direction. In front of the mirror, she admired her marked bottom; however, she was a little conflicted. If she saw, how would she explain these marks to Annabelle?

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Annabelle (part 35)

A/N: This series is not for minors. It contains sexual content and adult F/F spanking.

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“Good morning, darling”, Lydia said, shaking Annabelle gently and kissing the top of her head.

“What? It’s not morning yet.”

“Yes, it is. It’s early, but it’s morning. You’ve been sleeping like a rock since before I came back last night. I had to do all the packing myself.”

Annabelle sat up in bed and winced slightly.

“Bottom a little sore?” Lydia asked, raising her eyebrow.

“A little,” her girlfriend said pouting a little.

“You shouldn’t have said those things to Leda. What were you thinking?”

“I was mad! She admitted to keeping secrets from me. She knows who I am and she still won’t tell me.”

Lydia put her arms around Annabelle and held her close. “I know it must hurt not knowing.”

“They lied to me.”

“I know, baby. But you know, if they are working this hard to keep the truth from coming out, there must be a reason.”

Annabelle gave her a hard look.

“But keeping the truth from me?”

“Leda said the less you know the…”

“Yes, but it’s ME. It’s my identity, my life.” Annabelle was getting angry again, but Lydia just held her close and gave her little kisses.

“Shhh… calm down. Did you at least get to talk about Eylion too? You know Leda is worried sick about her.”

Annabelle relaxed her body at the mention of Eylion’s name. “Yeah, we talked. I told her that we had made friends there, I told her about the passages and that nobody else knew about them. If Eylion is in danger, she can go into hiding within the castle. Besides, I don’t think anyone knows Octavia Sprytt is Alexis’ spy.”

“Oh, I don’t think so either. She plays her part well,” Lydia added. “Though I think it partly because she is naturally a little grouchy and strict.”

“I miss Eylion,” Annabelle said looking sad.

“I know you do. Hopefully, they’ll get her out of there soon.”

Lydia got up from the bed and held out a hand for Annabelle. “Come on, I got the bathtub ready for you. We’re leaving in a couple of hours. This is your last chance to take a proper bath for a couple of days.”

“Will you join me?” Annabelle asked not-so-innocently.

“Are you going to be a good girl today?”

“Of course. I’m always a good girl.” Annabelle winked and pulled her lover with her towards the tub.

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“Ready to leave, girls,” Leda said in her fake, sugar-sweet voice when they arrived outside of the inn after breakfast.

“Yes, mama,” they both replied, following the act. Annabelle could feel herself blushing a bit. It was embarrassing calling Leda “mama”, even if it was all an act in front of strangers. A little away from them, Lucas Storm was making a show out of asking the staff for directions to a place that was nowhere near where they were going, just in case someone was on to them.

“Darling, why won’t you let me braid your hair,” Leda said to Annabelle. “Nobody is going to see your pretty face like that.”

“No, I like it this way,” Annabelle said, pushing away Leda’s hand from her hair. And they continued like that until Lucas was done asking for directions. They left the inn knowing that they had done a good job planting false information about their whereabouts. If anyone came round asking there would be plenty of people who could send them in the wrong direction.

Walking through the city with Leda and Lucas was different. She felt they blended in more as a family. When it was just her and Lydia, Annabelle felt like she had the eyes of the world on her, but now she was just part of the hustle and bustle of Dragonsdale. It felt safe. However, she felt a little jealous when Leda took Lydia’s arm in hers. She knew it was part of the mother-daughter act, but she still wanted to grab Lydia’s hand and walk off with her. Instead, she had to suck it up as Leda walked arm in arm with her lover. They looked good together. Annabelle was so caught up in staring at the two women walking in front of her, that she nearly walked into two men carrying a big glass window. Lucas only just grabbed her before she smashed into them.

“Oy! Watch it!” One of the men called after them. Annabelle blushed with embarrassment, but Lucas only winked at her.

Dragonsdale was different from back home. Everything happened at a faster pace; the people there seemed to have busy lives. They barely noticed the little red-headed family making their way through the city. They stopped at stores and markets on the way, and they took detours through side streets. They didn’t want to appear as if their only priority was to get out of town. When they got to the edge of Dragonsdale they discretely disappeared into the forest.

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“Finally!” Leda said. “I’m so sick of pretending to be this woman.”

“I like her,” Lucas said. “She’s nice!”

“Thanks,” Leda replied darkly.

“Oh, she’s got nothing on you, darling,” he said, winking.

Annabelle grabbed Lydia’s arm and dragged her along with her into the forest, leaving the old married couple to bicker in peace.

“Hold on, you two!” Leda called. “We need to stick together.”

“You can see us, can’t you?” Annabelle called back with a bit of an attitude. She still hadn’t forgiven Leda for keeping secrets from her.

“Hey…” Lydia said, tugging her arm even closer. “Be nice.”

“I’ll think about it,” Annabelle muttered.

“She cares about you.”

“And I care about the truth.”

Lydia sighed and shook her head. “You’re not being fair. I think you should apologise.”

“Me? Apologise?” Annabelle stopped and looked shocked at Lydia. “Whose side are you on?”

“I side with both of you.” She pulled Annabelle closer and kissed her cheek. “I want you to learn the truth about yourself, and I understand your frustration when so much is kept secret. But I also understand sometimes the less a person knows the safer they are. Leda does not want to keep secrets from you, but she knows it will keep you safe.”

“I should get a say in what I think is best,” Annabelle argued.”Darling, please don’t take this the wrong way,” Lydia said looking slightly embarrassed, “but you do not always make the best choices.”

Frustrated, Annabelle let go of Lydia’s hand and continued walking without her.

Behind them, Leda saw Annabelle storm off. “That girl,” she grumbled. “Annabelle!” she called after her as she approached Lydia.

“You two relax, I’ll catch up to her,” Lucas said jogging after her.

“That girl is pushing all my buttons right now,” Leda said, shaking her head.

Being the diplomat, Lydia said, “She’s just upset. Can you blame her? She’s tired of not knowing who she is, and there are people with the answers right in front of her.”

“I suppose that is vexing,” Leda agreed. “But she better get rid of that attitude before she meets Andromeda because she does not have patience with such behaviour, I can promise you that.”

“I’ll have a word with her about that later,” Lydia promised.

“You better, because Andromeda will not hesitate to put her in her place.” She raised an eyebrow. “Then again… Annabelle seems to have become more insolent lately, perhaps she needs someone like my mentor to bring her back down to earth. If she learnt anything at that school, it was not discipline.”

Lydia cleared her throat. “I disciplined her! I did not let her get away with…”

“Of course, dear,” Leda said, reassuringly, “but the others?”

“Well, the students were often punished unfairly by the others. I suppose they sort of ended up resenting authority. They probably felt like they were on their own in the world.”

“I see…”

“I’m sure you have heard about the incident with the prank potion she and Eylion put in the food while on kitchen duty.”

“What?!”

“Oh… really? Christophe told Annabelle he would tell her mentors about it. But… so…no then?” Lydia cleared her throat. “Never mind that.”

“No, young lady, I think you had better tell me exactly what naughtiness my apprentice got up to at that school.”

“But… she did it to cause trouble for the order…”

“I told her to behave herself while at school,” Leda said sternly. “I did not want her misbehaving whilst in the clutches of that woman!”

“I warned them of that when… when it happened.” Lydia looked sad.

“What happened?”

“Well, Annabelle and Leda were on kitchen duty, and then at supper, the staff started talking backwards after they started eating.”

Lydia groaned.

“It was very obvious who was behind it,” Lydia said. “ They were the only two on kitchen duty. It was a punishment they received their first day.”

“First day?!”

“Well… “

“Those two!”

“Yeah, they have a nose for trouble, alright. They must have known they would get in trouble for pranking the staff, but I don’t think they realised how bad it could get. That is when I warned Annabelle. I said they wouldn’t send her home until they were happy with her. I think, perhaps, that is when Annabelle realised that I was conflicted by the order.” Tear started forming in Leda’s eyes.

“Sorry…” she excused herself, wiping them away. “I just… I feel so ashamed.”

Leda put her arm around her. “You were in a difficult position.”

“Yes, but… I knew she was bad. I’ve known for a while, yet I did nothing for the longest time.”

“And now you will do something, right?”

“I guess…”

“Can I share some assumptions I have made about you?”

“About me?” Lydia looked surprised. “Umh… sure.”

Leda looked into her eyes. “I see in you a broken spirit. Your family has trodden you down and made you feel inferior and weak. They have overlooked your talent, and they have treated you poorly.”

Lydia looked embarrassed.

“You haven’t felt loved, have you?”

Lydia shook her head. “Annabelle makes me feel loved, and it feels wonderful, but… it’s not…”

“It’s not enough? You need to feel loved in different ways,” Leda stated.

Lydia nodded. “I care about her a lot, and I try to protect her the way I wanted someone to protect me. That dynamic feels right when I’m with her.”

“But you also want to feel protected,” Leda said. “You want someone more experienced to take you under their wing, to make you feel loved and cared for the way you make her feel.”

Lydia raised her eyebrows in surprise. “How… how do you know these things?”

“I’m just guessing,” Leda said, “but it makes a lot of sense.”

“I take the lead with Annabelle because it feels right when I’m with her, but I don’t want to take the lead all the time, and that makes me feel conflicted.”

“You don’t have to feel conflicted,” Leda reassured her. “You can have both.”

“I can?”

Leda pushed Lydia’s chin up with her index finger so that she looked directly into her eyes. “If you join our coven, little girl, you will have to accept our hierarchy. You may continue your relationship and your dynamic with Annabelle, but know that there are witches above you that you will answer to. Understand?”

Lydia’s eyes widened. “What…. What exactly do you mean?”

“It means that you will have to follow our rules and you will do as I say if I give an order.” She patted Lydia’s bottom, “Or you might find yourself over my knee.”

“You mean you will spank me? Over your knee?”

“I most assuredly will, if that is what you need. You have had that experience, I’m sure.”

Lydia shook her head. “Not… not really. I have been punished, but I’ve often been slapped in the face, or been made to bend over for an implement to be used on me.”

“But not taken over someone’s lap?”

“No, never.”

“What about hugs afterwards?”

Lydia laughed at this. “Nobody in my family hugs.”

Leda pulled the younger woman into her arms and held her tight. “I would never slap your face. I’m sorry you have had that experience.” Lydia clung to her and buried her face in her shoulder. Still clinging to the other woman, she said,

“Leda? Must I do bad things to get spanked?”

“You mean you want to get spanked?”

“I just… I have all this guilt, and I feel bad. I want that attention, but I don’t want to do bad things to get it.”

“I understand,” the older woman said softly.

“Do you?”

“Yes, I do. You want a release, which puts you in a tricky situation.”

Lydia nodded, but she couldn’t meet the older woman’s eye. She kept her face buried in Leda’s shoulder.

“You want it, and if you don’t get the attention you want, you might try to get the reaction by doing things you shouldn’t. Even if that is not what you want.”

“I don’t want to do anything that displeases you,” Lydia mumbled.

“I know you don’t, but you desire what you desire.” Leda patted her back. “All you have to do is ask.”

“Ask?”

“That’s right. Use your words, tell me of your need.”

“I…” Lydia hesitated. “I need a spanking. I… want…” She stopped looking down on the ground. It was too hard for her to finish her sentence. Leda finished it for her.

“Well, we’ll have to deal with that, won’t we, darling,” Leda said, cupping her chin. “I need you on your best behaviour, I don’t want to risk you doing something stupid.”

Lydia looked up at her, her eyes widening.

“When we set camp tonight, I will send the others out on an errand, and you will get some time over my knee.”

*

When they set up camp, Annabelle was in a better mood. It was easy for her to get along with Lucas. They were a lot alike. They had the same humour and the same interests. Annabelle hadn’t known a lot of men before she came to live in this world, only the man she thought was her father. And after her stepmother had tried to marry her off to Lord Stratton, it had been hard for her to trust them.
It was strange to think that Lucas had been married – was married still – to Leda. They had this whole history together, and Annabelle had no idea what Leda was like when they were happy together. They must have been happy together if they had gotten married. Did Eylion know about this? He must have hurt her badly because Leda was short-tempered and annoyed with him, and Annabelle knew her to be a very patient person. However, whatever he had done, Annabelle did not let that get in the way of her getting to know him.

“Alright, you two,” Leda said to Lucas and Annabelle. “You are responsible for getting us firewood.”

“Yes, boss,” Lucas said, winking at her.

Annabelle shrugged, she didn’t much mind having something to do. “You coming?” she asked, Lydia.

“No, I need to talk to Leda about something,” Lydia said.

Annabelle thought she seemed odd when she said it. She struggled to have eye contact with her, and it looked like she was blushing. It made her feel a bit uneasy, and she felt a bit jealous. It was probably unfounded, but she felt it nonetheless. “Alright,” she mumbled, feeling a bit hurt.

“Lucas, a word,” Leda said, leading her husband away from them.

Annabelle approached her lover. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah…” Lydia said, still unable to keep eye contact.

“Lydia? Why are you acting strange?”

“I’m not!”

“Yes, you are,” Annabelle said, accusingly. “And I don’t like it.”

“Honey…”

“Is this because of Leda? What has she said to you? What are you guys going to talk about?”

“It’s… it’s hard to explain. It’s kind of personal…”

This made Annabelle feel even more hurt. “Personal? But you can tell Leda, a woman you don’t know that well, but you can’t tell me?”

“Annabelle…”

“You do realise that she is over a hundred years old? She is much too old for you!”

“What? What are you talking about?” Lydia looked her in her eyes with a soft look. “It’s not what you think… it’s… I’m not…” She pulled Annabelle closer and hugged her tight. “I am not crushing on her if that is what you think.”

“You’re not?” Annabelle asked looking a bit scared. She felt insecure.

“No! Goddess, no!”

“But… Leda is so… tall and pretty… and…”

“So? Annabelle, you are amazing. I like you, you know that. How can you doubt that after our journey together? After all the times we… you know… we…”

“We fucked?” Annabelle said.

“Argh… there you go being all crude again,” Lydia scolded.

Annabelle giggled. “Sorry… I just knew it would annoy you.”

“You…” Lydia said, kissing her girlfriend, “are… a…very bad girl”. She kissed her several times. “I promise to explain later tonight, okay? I just can’t right now. I need to talk to Leda alone. It doesn’t mean that I don’t trust you, and it doesn’t mean that I am in love with someone else.”

“Okay…” Annabelle muttered. “I suppose I just have to trust you.”

“Yes, you do.”

Lydia kissed Annabelle again, just as Leda and Lucas came back. Lucas grabbed a satchel and threw it over his shoulder.

“Ready, Annabelle? Let’s go and find some firewood. Leda wants us gone for at least an hour, so we should be able to find enough.”

“I’m ready,” Annabelle replied. She looked at her girlfriend one last time and got a reassuring nod back.

“Let’s go then.” He gave Leda a salut. “We’ll be back in an hour or so, boss.”

Leda raised her eyebrow. “Why are you still here? Go!”

Lucas and Annabelle looked at each other and left camp.

Leda turned to Lydia and gave her a weak smile. “Now… are you ready?” she asked.

“I think so.”

Leda cast a spell that expanded as a glowing dome around their campsite. Lydia recognised the spell as a protective spell that would make their camp invisible to anybody Leda did not approve of. Leda also cast a spell on their tent, and Lydia knew that nobody outside the tent would be able to hear what was going on inside it.

“Then let’s go inside the tent, shall we?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Lydia said nervously.

To be continued…

Annabelle (Part 34)

A/N: This chapter contains the disciplinary spanking of an adult.  

Previously:

“Okay… but tell me this…”

“What?”

“Who am I?”

****

“Excuse me?” Leda looked a little taken aback.

“You heard me,” Annabelle said. “Who am I? Why do some people react when they see me? Alexis reacted to me when we first met. Lucas Storm thought I looked like someone he knew. And why did you give me the locket knowing it was special? I want answers.”

“Annabelle…” Leda hesitated. “I… I can’t answer that.”

“Yes, you can! You know, Leda. I know you do.”

“It’s complicated…”

“But you must tell me!” Annabelle said this last part a bit loudly.

“Do not take that tone with me, missy!” Leda scolded.

“I will use whatever tone I want. I am sick of being bossed around and never given any information. You expect me to just do what you say, go to Andromeda, when you can’t even be honest with me? Forget it!”

Leda raised an eyebrow. Annabelle kept challenging her, looking firm.

“Young lady, I am not above taking you over my knee.”

“Why? For asking questions?” Annabelle asked, she could feel her blood rising. The look Leda gave her scared her a little, but she didn’t break eye contact.

“For being disrespectful. All of the instructions given to you are for your own safety…”

“Well, you can take your instructions and shove them up your….”

Leda cut Annabelle off and grabbed her arm. The moment Annabelle had said it, she knew she had gone too far. She should have known before she said it, that that comment wouldn’t go down well with Leda. The older woman swiftly pulled Annabelle over her lap.

“I can see that you need a little disciplinary attention before you’re ready talk.”

“No! I don’t need…”

Leda slapped Annabelle’s bottom, hard. 

“Ow! Leda, let me up, dammit! You’re not my mentor!” 

“You know very well that I am allowed to spank you if I feel that you need it, young lady. Just like your mentors can spank Eylion if they see fit.”

“But…”

“This is what it’s like to be part of the coven. You should be grateful you’re a part of one.”

Annabelle squirmed over the older woman’s lap, trying to get up, but Leda held her securely. She gave Annabelle a dozen swats on the outside of her shorts, before she pulled them down, along with her panties.

“Hmm… I can see someone has recently been spanked by someone else,” Leda commented. “Did Lydia punish you earlier today?”

“I… no! It wasn’t like that.” Annabelle could feel herself blushing, remembering the sexual encounter with Lydia previously. She had also never been spanked by Leda before.

“Ah, I see. Christophe did mention the two of you seemed close,” Leda said. She rubbed her hand over a mark on Annabelle’s bottom. “Well, I can promise you this is not going to be that kind of spanking!”

And with that, she brought her hand down sharply on Annabelle’s already reddened backside. 

“Owww! I just want answers!”

“That is no excuse to speak to me the way you did, missy!” Leda said, peppering Annabelle’s bottom with stinging swats. “I will not tolerate such disrespect. I am your elder, and in our little coven, I am almost up there with Alexis in the hierarchy.” 

“Fuck your stupid hierarchy!” Annabelle blurted out, kicking with her legs and trying to squirm loose from Leda’s hard grip. 

There was a dangerous silence, and Annabelle immediately knew she had crossed a line. She had already crossed the line, which was why she was over Leda’s lap to begin with, but now she had crossed another. Leda was silent for a long time, giving Annabelle time to really appreciate just how much trouble she had gotten herself in.

“You’re not really doing yourself any favors, are you, my dear? I think perhaps my hand won’t teach you a proper lesson this time. I can see that you have changed since we last saw each other. You are less timid, which can be a good thing, but the old Annabelle would have known better than to show such disrespect.” 

She grabbed Annabelle around the waste and stood up. Annabelle’s shorts and panties fell off as she dangled from Leda’s strong grip. Leda dropped Annabelle on her bed.

“Lay down,” she commanded. “I need to find an implement.”

“Nooo….” Annabelle whined. 

“Yes, I think so, my dear,” Leda said. “You will learn never to speak to me like that again, and I can only warn you not to speak to Andromeda like that. I wouldn’t even have dared to try.” 

Annabelle was about to argue, but Leda had just turned and was leaving the room. She closed the door behind her, no doubt to go to her own room to retrieve something. For a short second Annabelle had the idea of putting on her shorts and try to escape out the window, but then she realized that she would eventually have to face Leda, and who knew what kind of trouble that would lead to! 

***

Outside the door, Leda met Lydia in the hallway. 

“Are you done talking already?”

“No, but I am afraid Annabelle has decided to be difficult. I am getting my hairbrush.” 

“Really? What happened?” 

“Let’s see… when I told her she needed to follow the instructions given to her,  she told me I could shove my instructions up my you-know-where…”

Lydia winced, but she didn’t say anything. She had never heard Annabelle say anything like that before.

“Then,” Leda continued, “When I reminded her of our coven’s hierarchy and that she had to respect her elders… well… let’s just say she dropped a massive F-bomb.” 

“So…”

“So your girlfriend is in big trouble.” She raised an eyebrow at Lydia. “Are you going to try to convince me not to spank her?”

“No,” Lydia shook her head. “It sounds like she has earned herself a punishment. But…”

“But what?”

“But… you should know that she has recently been spanked a little bit, so…”

“I have seen the marks you left, young lady, but I don’t think they were from a punishment.”

“Well… it… I didn’t… eh…”

“You didn’t spank her as soundly as you would have if she were in trouble? I know. I know about… those kinds of spankings too.” She gave Lydia a reassuring smile. “I am an experienced disciplinarian, Lydia, don’t worry. I would never harm her.”

“Good. I mean… not that I thought you would.” 

There was a silence between the two. Then Lydia said, “So… about this journey…”

“We’re leaving in the morning,” Leda replied.

“All of us?” Lydia asked. 

“Yes. The three of us will depart from Dragonsdale together, and Lucas is going to accompany Annabelle all the way to Andromeda. It will be safer, and it will look less suspicious.” She looked into Lydia’s eyes and put her hand on her shoulder. “I know you care for her.”

“I do,” Lydia replied, nodding. 

“But you know how this journey has to end, don’t you?”

“I think so…” Lydia said, looking into Leda’s eyes. “You want me to go back with you.”

“Yes,” Leda nodded. “And Annabelle won’t be happy. In fact, given the temper tantrum she just threw, she will probably be furious once she finds out.”

 “But… I’m the one with the insider information,” Lydia reasoned. She knew this, she had known for a while that hiding at Andromeda’s was probably not for her. She just wanted to see Annabelle there safely. She hadn’t been able to tell Annabelle any of this, she knew she wouldn’t take it well. She would have insisted that she’d go with Lydia, but that could not happen. Everyone wanted Annabelle safe, and that was not with her mentors right now.

“You’ve worked close to Kendra,”  Leda said. “You’re her family, you know things.”

“Annabelle is going to hate me for this,” Lydia said, looking sad. 

“She won’t hate you,” Leda said, patting Lydia’s cheek. She gave her a smile. “She will be mad, really mad. But once she has calmed down, Andromeda will be able to make her see sense. She will understand why we need you.” 

Seeing the sad look on Lydia’s face, Leda pulled the younger woman into a hug. She held her there for a while, stroking her back. She could feel her relax a little in her embrace. Leda instinctively knew Lydia needed this reassurance. She knew this was hard for her. She knew Lydia had had a rough life, that she had never had the support she needed from her own family. It was strange, she thought, how Lydia, who had never received proper love from her own family, could find it in her heart to love Annabelle the way she did. Maybe that was why she was so good at loving Annabelle, because she gave her the attention she had wanted herself. Leda made a mental note to take Lydia under her wing. 

 “It’s best if we don’t tell her,” Leda said softly into her ear.

“Another lie?”

“Honey, do you think we will be able to get her from this inn if we tell her the truth?”

“Not a chance,” Lydia admitted, defeated. She sighed. “Fine, we’ll do it your way.” 

“Good girl.”

Leda entered Annabelle’s room again, finding the brat where she left her. She laid prone on her stomach, her red bottom on display and her head buried in her arms. It looked like she had calmed down. 

“Done with your little tantrum now?” Leda asked, folding her arms. 

Annabelle sniffed and looked up at her with innocent eyes. 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those thing.” 

“No, you shouldn’t have. And don’t think those puppy-dog eyes will get you out of a paddling.” She raised an eyebrow. 

“I just wanna know stuff… it’s stuff about me. I deserve to know things about myself.”

 “Annabelle, I know you feel like we are keeping too many secrets, I know you are getting frustrated and angry, but that does not mean that I will give into you.” 

Annabelle looked sad. 

“I’m tired of all the secrets, Leda.”

“I know.”

“I just want to know what you know.”

“But you can’t.”

“But…”

“There are a lot of things you are better off not knowing. We are in a situation where knowledge can be dangerous.” 

“But I just want to know who I am. Is that dangerous?”

Leda took a moment to think. 

“Yes,” she finally replied. “Right now, the less you know the better.” 

Annabelle opened her mout to speak, looking defiant, but Leda cut her off. 

“Enough of this, Annabelle.”

“But…” Annabelle started breathing faster through her nose. Leda could tell she was getting angry again.

“Don’t. Be a good girl,” she warned. Then she ducked as Annabelle threw a pillow, hard.

“NO!” 

“Oh boy,” Leda said, toughing the bridge of her nose with her finger and thumb. “Here we go again.” She gripped the hairbrush firmly in her hand, approaching the younger woman.

To be continued….

Jars of kink

So…. my friend, Emma, over on Emma’s Story Corner, made a post called “Jars of Spanko Kinks” and I used the blank templet she provided to do the same. Emma has seen this done with other kinks, and she made her own spanko version.

It was hard because I’m not sure, but I think I did a good job of representing my interests in various spanking activities. So without further ado, these are my jars of spanko kinks.

Mila Gets Two Tops (Mila and Blake)

Hello, my darlings. These are some new characters that I am working on. 😉 It started as a daydream I had and it developed from there.  I really hope you enjoy my new characters. However, just a warning, there is a tiny teeny bit of Japanese in the story.  But don’t worry, I’ve written in in “romaji” (roman letters), and it’s nothing complicated. So… just a quick Japanese lesson before the story:
* Hai = yes
* Sensei = teacher
* Gomenasai = sorry
* Shouganai = It can’t be helped   (It is expresses a situation that one has little control over. Very similar to the French – “C’est la vie”. However, in our story the characters incorrectly uses it to excuse something that can be helped!)
* Osoi yo  = You’re late

*

I don’t know exactly when I fell for Blake. We met each other through the amateur theatre, both brought there kicking and screaming by aspiring actor friends, too scared to join on their own. I only remember thinking that she was absolutely gorgeous, but I quickly pushed that thought out of the way. The tall, beautiful blonde was probably not gay anyway, and so why bother obsessing about someone that I couldn’t have? Blake had joined with her roommate, Kate, and I became friends with both of them on the first day, which is probably why I decided to come back. Hannah, my aspiring actor friend, decided that perhaps acting wasn’t her thing after a slightly embarrassing drama class in which we had to participate in some silly improvisation game. But I stayed, because I actually quite enjoyed acting, and I also quite enjoyed Blake and Kate’s company.

It wasn’t that long after I met Blake that things got interesting. We were putting on an all-female production of Twelfth Night. I had secured the part of Viola which was great because I got to cross-dress as the boy, Cesario, for most of the play. Blake was playing Olivia, the slightly older countess that would mistake me for a guy and fall in love with me. If you had told me a couple of months before that I would be doing an amateur production of Shakespeare, I would not have believed you, but there I was practicing my lines day after day, preparing for the opening night; and I had the time of my life.

I suppose my adventure with Blake started one night after rehearsals. I had to hurry because I had a Japanese lesson, and I was already running late. I walked into the dressing room to pick up my coat when I heard some chat from the bathroom. The door was open so I decided to go in and say goodbye to the others before I left. I just got thought the door, lifting my arm sort of in a half-wave at Kate as Blake stood with her back to me. I smiled and was about to open my mouth and speak when I suddenly heard Blake say, “I think I’d like her to be a little bit younger. Like Mila, she has a great ass, doesn’t she?”  I raised my eyebrows, and Kate’s eyes widened. She kind of shook her head a little in my direction, trying to warn Blake that I was behind her, but Blake  didn’t seem to notice.

“I’d love to spank her,” she finished. “Her tight, naughty ass could use some spanking.”

Then she looked up at Kate and realised that something was wrong. She turned around and saw me. She gasped, her face turning beet red. I pressed my lips firmly together trying not to laugh, but I probably wasn’t very discreet. My eyes were involuntarily crinkling at the corners.  Blake found her voice and said, “Don’t you dare laugh.” But she had just finished her warning when I completely failed and burst out laughing. I laughed so hard my eyes were watering, and it must have been contagious because now Kate was laughing too.

“Sorry,” I chuckled, heaving for a breath and wiping tears from my eyes. “Sorry, I can’t help it.”

“It’s not funny, guys,” Blake complained, hiding her face behind her hands. She was obviously embarrassed, but I think she was also relieved that I wasn’t angry with her, because I could see her mouth smiling slightly. I suppose she was scared of my reaction, but I really did not mind her talking about my ass; in fact, it felt like my prayers had been answered. I knew I had been attracted to her from start, but I hadn’t allowed myself the possibility that she could be interested in me. It would only be too typical if a woman that fine were straight, and even if not, I wouldn’t have thought her single. I remember the relief I felt when I learned that Kate had a boyfriend, because that meant she wasn’t going out with Blake.

“Really, Blake. Don’t worry about it,” I comforted her, winking.

Then I remembered that I had somewhere to be. “Oh, shoot! I’ll be late for class. I have to go.” I gave Blake a smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh, but it’s funny. You have to admit.” I didn’t want to just leave it like that, but I had to or I’d be even more late for my class, and Noriko-sensei would not be happy. She had already called me out on being late last time. I had gotten her in a better mood by incorrectly, and cheekily, using the Japanese phrase “shouganai”, “it can’t be helped”, which, although a commonly used phrase in Japan, probably shouldn’t be used to excuse tardiness. She jokingly warned me that next time she’d give me lines, and one can never be too careful. If my sensei gave me lines, I certainly would not be obliged to do it as she didn’t have that kind of authority, but I probably would out of respect for her.

“Are you coming tonight,” Kate asked, as I put on my coat and zipped it up, preparing myself mentally to step out into the cold winter air. I was going to miss my bus for sure.

“Yes, most definitely,” I said, straightening my coat and smiling at her.

“Good,” she said, giving me a smile back. “Dinner is at eight. Be on time.”

“I will,” I called as I hurried out of the room. “If I’m late, I’m sure Blake will be happy to spank me,” I teased, and I could hear Blake protesting and Kate laughing as I ran out the door.

*

“Sensei, gomenasai.” I bowed my head in respect, apologising as Noriko-sensei opened the door to let me in to the class room. Of course, the door would be locked. It had never been locked during class before, but I suspected that Noriko-sensei had locked it when she realised I would be late for class again, forcing me to knock.

“Mila-san, you’re late. Osoi yo!” Sensei chided.

“Hai. Gomenasai,” I said quietly, but my lips gave away a little smirk.

Sensei shook her head, but I could see her eyes smiling at me behind her black-rimmed glasses. The other students were sniggering at me in the background, but they were a nice gang, I knew it was kind-hearted.

“Mila, I would like to see you after class,” Noriko-Sensei said quietly so only I could hear. I nodded at once, wondering if she really was going to give me lines. “Take you seat, Mila-san,” she said a little louder so the others could hear. She returned to the  desk at the front of the classroom and sat down. I dropped my bag at the only available seat at the back of the class. “Turn to page forty-three in the workbook,” Noriko-Sensei instructed to the class. “Let’s go through your homework for today.”

“Shit,” I mumbled quietly to myself as I pulled my workbook out of my bag. I had forgotten to do my homework.

*

Noriko-sensei was a very interesting woman. Half Japanese, half English, and full on awesome. She was intelligent and witty. She liked me, I knew she did. However, our close relationship meant that she would often expect more of me than others in her class. She wouldn’t tolerate tardiness from anybody, and as it was an advanced class she expected people to do their homework. Because of our relationship, I often felt she pushed me more. Whilst some of the others could get away with speaking English to her in class, she would always demand that I try Japanese first, and then use English if I couldn’t express what I wanted to say adequately. She knew I was less shy, and I wasn’t likely to fall apart at her criticism. She believed in me and my abilities. And, although an incredibly attractive woman, I knew our relationship was a platonic one, if not quite conventional. She was probably twenty years older than me, and she was married. Learning this had at first been disappointing, but I had learned to live with it. I liked her, but I think it was more the authoritative attention that she provided which I found attractive, and that could be found in somebody else.

“So,” Noriko-sensei said after class, leaning against the teacher’s desk at front of the classroom while I sat obediently in my seat.  “Late again, eh?”

“Sorry, Sensei. I got caught up at the theatre,” I excused myself. “We’re putting on a production of Twelfth Night.

“I thought rehearsals ended at four o’clock. Did it go on longer this afternoon?”

“No,” I said quietly, cursing her good memory.

“So you can’t really blame your obligations at the theatre, can you?”

“But I talked to some of the cast members after,” I tried to explain, knowing that Sensei would find a way to dig the truth out of me if she wanted.

“And was that conversation so important that it could not wait?” she asked me, raising an eyebrow at me.

I shook my head, feeling guilty. I had stayed behind gossiping with some of the others until I was running late, and then I had stopped to talk to Blake and Kate, making me even later.

“Do you remember what I threatened to do if you were late again, Mila?”

I looked up from studying my fingers nails, surprised. “You mean… eh… make me write lines?”

“That’s it,” Sensei said, nodding. “Of course, you didn’t only show up late to class, did you? You also forgot to do any of your homework. What do you think I should do about that?”

“Spank me?” I joked, grinning. It came out before I could stop myself. I had been thinking about Blake’s comment earlier that afternoon. “Eh… I mean… sorry, Sensei, that was inappropriate.” I leaned my head down on the desk, hiding my face in my arms, embarrassed.

After a while I could feel Sensei’s hand on my shoulder. Then I felt her rub my back. “That is not a bad idea, young lady. Not a bad idea at all.”

I looked up at her, gaping. “Eh… what?”

“Perhaps I should dole out some real punishment.” She raised an eyebrow at me, smiling slightly. “Perhaps I should spank you.”

My eyes widened. “Eh… do you… I mean… are you being serious?” It was such a strange situation that I didn’t quite know how to interpret it.

“Yes, I am,” she said, patting me on the shoulder. “However, it is entirely up to you.” She sat down by the desk next to me, and gave me a serious look. “Why did you suggest I spank you, Mila? Was it just a joke? Or did you mean it?”

I could feel my face turning red, and I took a minute to think, looking deeply into Noriko-sensei’s beautiful brown eyes. “I… well, I suppose it came out as a joke,” I started, hesitantly. “But… there was something that triggered it, I suppose.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

I took a deep breath. “Well, see… the reason why I was late… well, I mean… I would probably have been late anyway,” I gave her a little smile. “But the reason why I was even later was because I walked in on someone talking about me. Her name is Blake, she plays Olivia in the play, and I kinda like her… like… a lot.”

“What did she say?”

“Well, she was standing with her back to me, and then she told our friend Kate that I have a great ass and that she’d like to spank me. That… eh… my tight, naughty ass could use some spanking.” I blushed even harder.

Noriko-sensei laughed out loud. I giggled.

“Anyway, that is why it was on my mind, I suppose.”

“I see.” Noriko-sensei studied me for a while. “And do you want her to spank you?”

I nodded shyly. “I think so. I mean… I kinda teased her about it.”

“Of course, you did.”

“She was so embarrassed when she saw that I had heard, but I couldn’t help but laugh. However, I think… I mean… I am really attracted to her, and I think her dominant personality is part of that.”

“You think?” Noriko-sensei chuckled.

“Sensei, do you think that I should ask her if she has feelings for me?”

“Yes, I think you should,” Sensei said, nodding.

I smiled at her. “Thanks, Sensei. I guess I should get going.”  I got up to leave.

“Hold on, young lady. We’re not done yet.”

“We’re not?”

“No, we are most certainly not.” She stood up and folded her arms. “Do you accept my spanking or don’t you?”

“Oh… that… eh…” I scratched my neck. “What do you suggest? I mean… do you want to spanke me?”

“Mila, if I didn’t want to spank you, I wouldn’t have offered, would I? Now, I think we both know that our relationship is not a romantic one.”

“Yes, I know.” I nodded.

“But that doesn’t mean that I am not willing to give you a spanking when you need it, or when you want it. There are different types of spankings, and I would be happy to give you punishment spankings, but also not so serious spankings if you should want that.”

“Really?” I asked, my mouth half open in shock. I could not believe the conversation I was having with my teacher, yet I automatically knew that I wanted this from her. 

“Yes, but I think if this thing with Blake works out, you should be open with her about that. I will be here for you and for your needs, but I advice you to be honest with a potential lover.”

I nodded, seriously.

“Now, seeing as you have been late to several classes and you have forgotten to do your homework, if you agree to be spanked by me now, you can consider it an actual punishment.” She walked over to her desk, and opened a drawer. She pulled out a long wooden ruler. “I’ll tell you what. You can choose between 200 lines and spanking, or 500 lines.”

“500?” I asked, gaping.

“Yes,” she said, smirking. She walked over to the blackboard. “I want you to write “I am really sorry. In the future, I will not come late to my Japanese class” either two-hundred or five-hundred times.” She wrote the words on the blackboard.

申し訳ございませんでした。将来、日本語の授業に遅れて来ません。

“Well?”

“I don’t want to write it five-hundred times,” I said, trying to pout without smirking. I really craved a spanking from Sensei. 

Noriko-sensei smiled and pattet the wooden desk with her hand. I walked over to her and bent over, placing my elbows and palms on the desk. I suddenly became very conscious of the fact that I was wearing a checkered, pleated skirt, almost as if I subconsciously knew I was going to get spanked by my teacher. How’s that for a school-girl fantasy!

“Good girl,” Sensei said, as she placed herself on my left and placed her left hand on the small of my back. “I will spank you a little with my hard first, I think. Then your backside will be nice and warm for my ruler.”

“How long will you spank me?”

“I’m not sure yet, I will need to pay attention to your reaction to it, and to the colour of your backside.”

“You… eh… you will pull up my skirt?” I asked, nervous.

“Oh, yes. You will feel my ruler directly on your bare bottom.”

“Awe,” I whined. “That is embarrassing.”

“That is part of the punishment,” Sensei reminded me. “I will start the spanking on top of your skirt though, gradually warming you up.” She placed her right hand on my bottom, rubbing it slightly in a circular motion. “Are you ready?”

“Emh… I suppose,” I said, letting out a little whimper.

I felt Sensei raise her hand and I closed my eyes knowing what would shortly follow. Her hand came down sharply on my bottom. It stung a little bit, but it wasn’t unbearable; Sensei didn’t use full force. She kept swatting my skirt-covered behind slowly, with firm swats that gradually built up a sting in my behind, and little by little she increased force and pace. After a while I let out small whimpers, and shortly after Sensei stopped spanking me and rubbed my bottom for a bit.

“Are you doing okay?” she asked me, patting my bottom lightly.

“Yes, Sensei,” I said truthfully. My bottom felt stingy, but it wasn’t that bad. I knew that it would get worse, especially once Sensei used the ruler on my bare bottom!

“Now, remind me, missy, why am I spanking you?”

“Because I was late, Sensei.”

“And?”

“And… and… emh…” I hesitated, thinking.

“You homework?”

“Oh, yes, that.” I giggled nervously. “I forgot to do my homework.”

“That’s right,” Sensei said, giving me a sharp swat to my bottom, harder than any of the previous ones. I gave a little whimper. “You know I don’t appreciate tardiness, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Do any of the others come late?”

I thought for a moment. “Well, it is possible Sensei. Just because they come before me, doesn’t mean that they are not late.”

Sensei gave me another hard swat, causing me to wince.  “Don’t be cheeky, young lady. You are in enough trouble already.” She patted by bottom lightly. “I think it is time I lift your skirt now,” she said, moving her hand slowly over my bottom, her hand following the curve of my cheeks down to my thighs before she lifted my skirt, revealing my cotton panties with little cupcakes on them. I heard Sensei chuckle and I could imagine her eyes crinkling into a smile as she saw them. I had a nervous feeling that there might be a wet patch on my panties, but if Sensei noticed she didn’t say anything, she just fastened my skirt in the waistband.

“These are cute,” she said, patting my cupcake panties, “but I think these better come down too.”

I responded with a complaining whimper as I felt her fingers under the waistband, slowly tugging them down, leaving them mid-thigh.

“My, my, your bottom is looking slightly rosy,” she commented, feeling my warm cheeks with her hand. “But I don’t think I am quite happy with the colour yet. I will have to spank you some more with my hand before I let you taste my ruler.” 

Noriko-sensei started spanking me again, her hand moving faster and harder than before. Her swats fell in a steady rhythm and the burning feeling in my bottom was building up. It made it harder to stand still. 

“Oww!”

“Maybe someone will come on time next week, hmm?” Noriko-sensei said and she tightened the grip she had on me with her left arm and started focusing her swats on my sit-spot. 

“Yes, Sensei.”

“Are you going to be a good girl?”

“Yes, Sensei.”

“You will do your homework, and finish your lines for me?”

“Owwwiee… ow… yes, Sensei. I’ll be good!” 

Noriko-sensei slowed down. She was still spanking me, but her swats were not quite as hard. 

“I want you to spend extra attention to your lines. I do not want to see sloppy kanji, or you will do it again.” 

She stopped spanking me and rubbed my bottom. My backside was burning, and she hadn’t even spanked me with the ruler yet. Then a thought struck me.

“Sensei?”

“Yes?”

“Are we alone in the building? What if someone is outside the door?”

Noriko-sense chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry about that. We should be the last ones here, but even so these classrooms are pretty soundproof.”

“How do you know? Have you spanked any other students in here?” I asked, feeling slightly jealous.

“Is that a tone of jealousy?” She said, and I could feel her smile.

“Maybe…” I muttered.

Noriko-sensei chuckled. “Relax. Believe it or not, but I don’t make a habit of spanking my students. But I do have a wife, you know.” She patted my bottom slightly. “Now… are you ready for my ruler?”

I whimpered. My bottom was burning, but I was a bit curious about her ruler. I would never admit it to Noriko-sensei, but I had fantasised about her bending me over a desk and spanking me. And in my daydreams, she did not let me off with only a hand spanking. 

“Well?”

“Ye… yes, Sensei.” 

“Good.” Sensei picked up her ruler from the desk. It was a bit ruler. It was long and flat, and about two inches wide. “I happen to know this ruler is perfect for spanking.” 

She stood behind me and patted my bottom lightly. “Stick out your bottom, girl. You will present me with your bottom for punishment, and you will keep your position, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sensei.”

“I will give you twenty swats with my ruler.”

“Twenty!!!” 

“Ten for being late, and ten for not doing your homework.”

“But I already got spanked with your hand,” I argued, looking back at Noriko-sensei who stood behind me with the ruler, ready to wallop my behind.

“Well, yes,” she said, smirking. “I always give a hand spanking first.” She rubbed her hand over my red bottom. “I like to redden a naughty girl’s bottom cheeks with my hand first. Give her a proper warm up, you know.” 

“You are really enjoying this, aren’t you?” I asked, rolling my eyes.

“Immensely,” she said, giving a chuckle, or maybe it was more like a cackle. 

Noriko-sensei lined up the ruler across my bottom. I could feel the cold wood in the middle of my bottom, covering both of my bottom cheeks. She pulled back and swung down, and the ruler landed on my bottom again with a CRACK! 

“Owww!” I howled slightly, shaking the pain out of my bottom. It wasn’t the worst pain. Noriko-sensei had probably not given me a very hard one, but it did have a bite.

“That is one. Maybe I should make you count in Japanese.” 

“Nooo!” I argued. “I don’t want to count.”

“Oh fine,” she said, lining up the ruler again. “Spoilsport.”

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! 

She kept bringing the ruler down on my bottom, keeping the fire in my bottom going. When we were half way through the strokes with the ruler, she stopped and rubbed my bottom again. I was holding my breath. 

“Need a break?” she asked, sounding a bit concerned. 

“Yes, please,” I said, breathing out. “May rub my bottom a bit?” 

“Yes, you may.” 

I immediately got up and started rubbing my poor bottom. I tried to bend my head back to look at it, but it wasn’t that easy. 

Noriko-sensei chuckled. “Want some help?” She held up her phone, offering to take a picture. 

“Yes, please.”

She took a photo and showed me on her phone. The bottom in the photo was bright red! 

“Wow! My bottom is so red!”

“And no bruising,” she said proudly. 

“Yeah, I would have expected there to be, especially after the ruler.”

“There still might be, but I did try to avoid it.” 

“Either way, you have done a number on my bottom,” I said, pouting.

“And you still have ten swats with the ruler left to go,” she said, raising her eyebrow at me. 

I automatically reached back and rubbed my bottom. “You know… if I had known this would be the punishment, I would probably have tried a little harder to make class on time.”

“In other words, Mila-chan needs to have her bottom spanked more often,” Noriko-sensei said. She grabbed my arm and forced me to bend back over the desk. 

She finished by giving me the last ten swats with the ruler more quickly. It was hard to stay in position, and I felt like she put more force into the last swats. When she finished I was dancing while rubbing my bottom fiercely. 

“Owww! You lit my ass on fire!”

“Maybe next time you will come on time! And do your homework.”

“Yes, Sensei,” I muttered. 

Noriko-sensei held out her arms to me, which was not very Japanese at all, and I walked into her embrace. She hugged me really tight, stroking my back. It felt nice. This experience had brought us even closer. I hoped that if things worked out with Blake, she would still be okay with me getting spanked by Noriko-sensei from time to time. She wasn’t a lover to me, but a mentor and a friend. I gladly accepted her discipline and guidance. 

“Thank you, Sensei,” I said, still enveloped in her embrace. 

“You’re welcome, Mila-chan.”

*

“Mila! Finally.” Kate opened the door for me and let me into the hallway. “You’re late!”

“I know! I’m sorry, Kate. I brought you a bottle of wine, though,” I replied handing it over to an eager looking Kate. 

“Oooh, this looks nice.” She said, checking out the label. “Oh, alright. I forgive you, but Blake might give you a spanking.” She winked at Blake who joined them. We both giggled at her expense, while Blake looked embarrassed. 

“I look forward to it,” I said and smiled at Blake. “So… is there any food left?” 

“Oh, we didn’t eat yet. Kate burned it,” Blake said.

“Hey! It was an accident.” Kate pouted. “We just ordered pizza. It’ll be here in about twenty minutes.” 

“Nice, I love pizza!” I hugged Kate.

“Who doesn’t,” Kate said, grinning. “Oh… but… I thought since it’ll take twenty minutes, I would eh… well… I have something to do in my room. So you guys just… you know… entertain yourself.” 

My gaze followed Kate’s back as she left the room in a hurry. She was being very cryptic. 

Blake turned to me, looking a bit nervous.

“Hey… can… can I talk to you for a bit?”

“Sure,” I said smiling.

“Follow me.” 

Blake took me with her into her bedroom. I had never been in her room before. It was nice. Very minimalistic, but stylish at the same time. She sat down on the bed and patted the mattress next to her.

“I just wanted to talk about what happened earlier. I am really sorry if… if I made you feel uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t,” I assured her. 

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” I smiled and put my hand on hers. “But… I did want to ask you something.”

“Yeah? What?”

I took a deep breath. 

“Blake… I have… feelings. Like… for you. And I was wondering if maybe you had feelings for me too? Or am I just a tight ass to you?” I winked at the last part.

Blake chuckled. She smiled at me, and her eyes crinkled. 

“Mila, I have feelings for you. You are more than just a tight ass to me. That’s just a bonus. I like butts, and yours is really nice.”

I laughed. “Thanks. Well… if you wanted to spank my bottom, you could. I wouldn’t mind that at all. Though perhaps not that much tonight.”

“Yeah, might be a bit soon? I wouldn’t want to move to fast for you.”

“No… it’s not that,” I said, hesitating. “It’s just… my Japanese teacher spanked me for being late, and forgetting my homework.”

“What? For real?” Blake raised her eyebrows.

I nodded. “And she said I should tell you if I wanted to start something. She said to be honest about it. If we went out, would you mind if Noriko-sensei spanked me sometimes?”

“Are you romantically involved?” she asked.

I shook my head. “Not at all. She is married, and I am pretty sure she is monogamous.” 

“Then I wouldn’t mind. As long as it’s with your consent.” She smiled at me. “But I am monogamous too. If I start going out with you, then I wouldn’t be seeing anyone else, and I would hope you wouldn’t be romantic with anyone else either.”

“I only want to be with you,” I said looking into her beautiful eyes, and for good measure, I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed me back, and for a moment there was a lot of kissing. We laid down on the bed, making out. Blake reached out and grabbed my bottom.

“Owww…” I muttered. “Sorry… a bit sore.”

“Poor, baby. Can I see?” she asked. She looked very eager. “I want to make sure you are alright. And maybe… maybe I can rub some cooling cream on for you.”

“That would be lovely,” I replied grinning. “How do you want me?” 

Blake smiled. “How about across my knee?”

I tried a story generator…

I was trying to get any ideas for the X-mas exchange, and so I decided to play with a story generator. The result was actually kinda funny. So… I present to you….

The Snow that Flurried like Shouting Reindeer

Santa looked at the Stingy newspaper in her hands and felt cross.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her dark surroundings. She had always loved cold Norway with its shaky, smoggy snow. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel cross.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Charlie . Charlie was a hilarious devil with tall hands and red butt.

Santa gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an admirable, incredible, mead drinker with curvaceous hands and beautiful butt. Her friends saw her as a doubtful, determined do gooder. Once, she had even brought a burnt puppy back from the brink of death.

But not even an admirable person who had once brought a burnt puppy back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Charlie had in store today.

The snow flurried like shouting reindeer, making Santa irritable.

As Santa stepped outside and Charlie came closer, she could see the gorgeous glint in her eye.

Charlie gazed with the affection of 9573 courageous helpless horses. She said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want a resolution.”

Santa looked back, even more irritable and still fingering the Stingy newspaper. “Charlie, Is that real leather,” she replied.

They looked at each other with concerned feelings, like two cautious, curious cats rampaging at a very caring holiday, which had piano music playing in the background and two sympathetic uncles hopping to the beat.

Santa regarded Charlie’s tall hands and red butt. “I feel the same way!” revealed Santa with a delighted grin.

Charlie looked worried, her emotions blushing like a melted, mutated map.

Then Charlie came inside for a nice drink of mead.

THE END

Ally’s First Spanking

A/N:

This story contains consensual F/f discipline spanking.

I first wrote this to someone else because I lost a bet, but we also decided to enter it as part of a contest with other writers. Some of you might have read it already, but some have not. I hope you enjoy these new characters. I hope to write more about them some time.

*

Ally parked her car in a tiny town down a sideway from Interstate 55. She had been visiting her grandparents in New Orleans and was driving a new car home. Her grandmother had given her the car! Her father said not to take it, that it was a piece of junk, and that her grandmother hadn’t been driving it for years. But Ally thought this baby was awesome and it was free. She was a college graduate withs student loans and low-paying job she hated. She couldn’t afford a new car, but she needed one. Her grandmother told her to come visit and not tell anyone else in the family, it would be their secret. She would stay the owner and keep paying for the insurance and Ally could drive it. It seemed like a sweet deal, and it saved her a train ride home, because she could just drive.

     So now Ally found herself in a small town in what appeared to be in the middle of nowhere. She needed a break as she had been driving for hours.


“That your car, ma’am?” A man had asked her outside the local shop.

“Yes, it is,” she replied proudly.


“It sounds like the engine needs checking,” he said, looking worried.


“Oh.” Ally frowned; she could not afford any heavy repairs. “Yeah, I’m going to do that,” she lied. She had no plans having this car checked out for a while. Her grandmother said it was fine, and why would her grandmother say that if it wasn’t true. Cuz your grandma is old as dirt, she don’t know what she’s talking about, her father would say.


    She sat down on a bench outside in the sun with a strawberry slurpy. While she was there, she might as well check her new app SpankR. It was an app that told you if another spanko was nearby. She had set the filter to woman seeking women in the hopes that she could find a girlfriend who would spank her. But she would also be open to find someone to play with. She didn’t really think she would get lucky with finding another lesbian spanko in this little town, but she checked the app anyway. She was taken aback when she saw that there was another female spanko called BikerSpankR only 30 meters away from her. She looked around her. Out here in the smoldering sun there were no women. She hoped BikerSpankR was a real woman and not just some dude catfishing! She got up, thew away the rest of the slurpy, and went into the store. In the distance she could see the top of a woman’s head behind a shelf.

As she got closer and saw the rest of her body. Her dark-brown hair was tied in a low ponytail and she was dressed top to toe in a leathery motorcycle gear. Her leather jacket open showing off a thin tank top showing off a chest that Ally could appreciate. She was hot! Could this be BikerSpankR? She hoped so! She acted on her impulse and sent BikerSpankR a message:

AllySpankee: Hello. How are you? 🙂

There was a ping in the hot woman’s pocket. It had to be her! BikerSpankR took out her phone and read the message, then she looked up, probably seeing the close proximity to Ally. She looked straight at her and raised an eyebrow. Ally blushed.

“Eh… I was only checking if it was you,” Ally mumbled and looked down feeling embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to eh… you know… stalk you.”

“I see,” said the woman, her eyebrow still raised, but she smiled slightly.

“Yeah, I’m just taking a break from a long drive and so I thought I would check the app, you know… to see if there could possibly be others in this tiny town.” She scratched her neck.

“Well, I sure hope you are not using that phone while driving, young lady.”

“No, I wouldn’t!” Ally said quickly, though the truth was she sometimes opened Spotify on her phone while driving, and she probably shouldn’t. “So… you just passing through?” she asked, she could feel her face blushing.

“Yeah, I’ve been to New Orleans with some friends.”

“Oh, me too. I was visiting my grandparents. My grandma gave me her car.”

“That old one outside?” BikerSpankR asked, looking doubtful. “I don’t know if that is safe to drive, are you going far?”

“Not too far. I’m having it checked out,” Ally lied for the second time. She was a little disappointed that BikerSpankR didn’t like her new car. She probably had a couple of hours left of driving, but she didn’t want to say that now that her car’s condition was being questioned.

“Good, you really should have it checked out. Don’t drive it too far, okay?”

“I won’t,” Ally replied.

A guy came approached the woman; he was wearing his own motorcycle outfit.

“Steph, we’ve got a motel not far from here. Are you coming?”

“Yeah,” BikerSpankR replied, or Steph as was apparently her name. She smiled at Ally. “I’ve got to go, but you can add me as a friend if you want. I don’t bite.”

“Thanks,” Ally said, smiling. She waved at the super-hot biker chick as she left the store, feeling a little disappointed.

*

After she had eaten a bit and had a bathroom break, she got back into her car, winced at the start up sound, and continued her long drive home. Instead of driving back where she came from, she decided to follow another side road North, thinking that she would get back to the highway at some point. She wanted to see more of the greenery and not speed down the intersection. She was on a small road somewhere when her car started making funny noises.

“What the?? Not here, dammit,” she scolded her car. The car responded to its “talking to” by smoking from the hood.


“You have got to be kidding me!”


Ally just managed to get to the side of the road when the car just gave up on her. It made a weird sound like THUMP, THUMP, THUMP and then after a CLANG the engine died.

“Shit!”


Ally got out of the car, the hood was smoking heavily, and she coughed when she tried to open it. This was not good, and she didn’t even know where she was. She had never had a car before, so she opened the glove compartment to check if there was a book or some documents that could give her a clue. If not, she would check online. The glove compartment was empty. She looked under the seats, she checked if it was over the sun visors, she checked the backseat, the trunk, nothing. That is when she realized there wasn’t even a spare tire! Nor did she have any documents to prove the ownership of the car.


“Dangit, grandma! What the hell?”

She grabbed her phone from her pocket to search online what to do in a situation like this, when she saw she had a message from Steph, aka BikerSpankR. At least she had cellphone reception here!

BikerSpankR: Thanks for adding me as a friend. It was nice to meet you today. Did you get your car checked out?

Ally sighed, then replied.

AllySpankee: Hi. No problem! It was nice to meet you too. Eh… about the car… I didn’t get it checked and it broke down! You don’t know who I should contact, do you?

She bit her lip, hoping Steph know what to do.

BikerSpankR: What do you mean you didn’t get the car checked, young lady? You said that you would.

AllySpankee: Well… I meant like… in the future some time. But I probably should have because now my car has broken down and I don’t know what to do.

BikerSpankR: Where are you? You can’t have gotten that far.

AllySpankee: Hold on, I’ll check.

She checked her location on her GPS and sent it to Steph.  

BikerSpankR: Wait there, I’ll come and help you.

AllySpankee: Really? Thanks!

BikerSpankR: Uh-huh. You make my palm tingle, little girl. I think we need to have a little talk.

Ally could feel her face turning red. The hot biker chick from the store was coming to help her, and she had most definitely made a spanking reference! She felt butterflies in her stomach and her butt cheeks clenched! And she called her “little girl” which kind of embarrassed her, but she also kind of liked it. And this woman was coming to help her. Would Steph maybe also spank her? Was she in real trouble?! Pull yourself together, Ally! What is this? A spanking story? That’s not realistic. You don’t even know this person. She is just being nice. She opened the car door and sat inside with the door open, waiting. She was glad that the sun was going down soon, it wasn’t so hot anymore, and she was only wearing denim shorts and a tank top. She kicked off her blue converse and ballerina socks and laid down on the seat, relaxing.

She didn’t know how much time had passed when she heard the sound of a motorcycle in the distance. She sat up and looked outside. The sky was a light pink as the sun was setting. Ally quickly got out of the car to greet, Steph.

“Thank God you’re here,” she said, approaching Steph as the other woman took off her helmet. “I have no idea what to do in a situation like this.”

“Don’t you think you should know that when you get a car, young lady,” Steph asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Umh… maybe. But my grandma said the car was fine,” Ally replied, defending herself.

“Did anyone other than your grandmother comment on the car?”

“Well…” Ally hesitated.

“Yes?”

“My dad kinda said never to take the car because it’s a piece of junk.”

“I see…”

“But I love this car! I have fond memories of it!”

“Well… I need to tell you something about cars, Darlin.”

“What?”

“They don’t last forever. Especially not if they are not taken properly care of, and this car has not been taken care of.” She studied Ally with a sympathetic look. “Was the car everything you thought it would be?”

“No…” Ally admitted. “It makes weird noises, there are no documents and no spare tire!”

“Then why did you take it?”

“Well, I didn’t know when I took it.”

“You didn’t check?”

“No… because… my grandma just said to take the car and she would continue being the owner and pay for the insurance and stuff. I wouldn’t have to worry. It was a free car!”

Steph put her face in her palm and sighed.

“I should have listened to my dad,” Ally said, pouting.

“Maybe you should call your dad.”

Ally frowned, she didn’t really want to call any of her parents and tell them about what she had done. She hadn’t lived with them in years, but they had pretty much forbidden her from taking that car. She kind of felt like she would be in trouble.

“Go on,” Steph pushed.

Ally picked up her phone and called her dad. She kind of hoped he wouldn’t answer, but of course, he picked up immediately.

“Hey, baby.”

“Hey, daddy,” she said, remembering too late she was selective about when to call him “daddy” and not “dad”. It gave her away.

“What’s wrong?”

She took a deep breath and told him the whole story. Then she held the phone away from her ear as he belted out, “Dangit, Allison! I’ve told you; your grandma is coocoo for cocoa puffs! You can’t take everything she says at good value.”

“But.. dad…”

“That car was not in any driving condition, it doesn’t even have any insurance. I cannot believe you drove that thing! You could have been in a terrible accident!”

“But grandma said…”

“Grandma says a lot of things. Last week she called me and asked when I was coming home from college. You have to get it into your head, baby, she is not all there anymore. That car was going to the junk yard.”

Ally bit her lip, she felt tears prickling. Her father didn’t normally yell at her, and he sounded pretty mad. Steph held out her hand to Ally, asking for the phone. She then took over the conversation, assuring Ally’s father that she would arrange for the car to be picked up and that she would help Ally to get home safely. When she hung up, she looked at Ally and shook her head.

“Sounds like somebody was warned against driving that car,” she said, looking stern. “Actually, I believe you were expressly forbidden from taking the car.”

“I’m a grown woman. Do you always listen to your parents?”

“My parents were meth addicts, so no.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“But your father knows cars and he knew that car was not at all safe.” She shook her head. “Your dad says you live in Memphis, so do I. I’m going to text my friend and ask him to see if he can get you a helmet and a jacket. You can ride home with me.”

“You live in Memphis too?” Ally asked surprised. What a coincident!


“I do. You can stay in my motel room for the night.” Steph looked at her phone. “But I think we have some time to deal with your irresponsible behavior before sundown.”

“Eh… do… do you mean…” Ally stuttered.

“Well, AllySpankee, your profile says you feel you need some old fashion discipline, and I must say that I absolutely agree with that assessment.”

Ally’s eyes went wide.

“Yes, but…”

“Do you not think you have earned yourself a spanking? Or maybe you don’t want me to spank you?”

“No, that’s not it at all. I do,” Ally said quickly. She did want Steph to spank her, or at least she thought she did. However, she had to admit the thought made her nervous, especially since it would be a punishment. “It’s just that we’re outside.”

“In the middle of nowhere. Nobody around for miles, my dear. If I spank you at the motel we’re staying at, a lot of people will know about your punishment.” She put a hand on Ally’s shoulder. “Out here we have privacy.”

“Umh… okay…”

“Let me just make this very clear, Ally.” Steph said, looking serious. “You do not have to accept any punishment from me or anyone. There is no pressure. I just sense that you want this, and I am offering to discipline you.” She smiled at Ally. “I mean… you did find me through SpankR.”

Ally nodded.

“Do you think I deserve a spanking?” she asked looking up at Steph.

“I am very careful about using the word “deserve” when it comes to spanking, because it should always be consensual, even when used for discipline. I don’t want anyone to feel pressured to accept a punishment spanking if they don’t want that kind of attention; however, if I was topping someone and they did something like this…” she shook her head, “you bet they would have earned themselves a spanking!”

“I guess I have been kind of silly,” Ally mumbled. “I should have just taken the train home.”

“True,” Steph admitted. “But then we would never have met. If I believed in such things I would say “everything happens for a reason”, but I choose to think of it as an unfortunate yet happy coincident.”

“Should we use a traffic light safeword system? Are you familiar with that?”

“Yes, I know how it works.”

“Then I think we can start in the back of the car.”

“Start?”

“I think we will start off with a good hand spanking, and then you can bend over for my belt.”

Ally gasped, and then she looked helplessly as Steph opened the back door and sat down in the middle. She patted her lap and beckoned Ally without saying a word. Ally knew what she wanted, so she slowly approached the car and crawled into the backseat where Steph took her by the arm and guided her over her lap.


“What if someone comes?”


“Nobody will come, honey. If they do, we will hear and see them.”


“Will you stop if someone comes by?”


“Of course, I will. And you also have your safeword remember?”


“Yeah…”

“Now, honey, I am going to put my left arm around you waste like so,” she put her arm around Ally’s waste, “and I’m going to rub you a little bit before we start.” She put her hand down on Ally’s bottom.  “I don’t always do this, by the way, but it is the first time we are doing this, and we don’t really know each other.” She rubbed Ally carefully over her bottom and her back.

“Thanks,” Ally said, relaxing a little. “I was a little nervous about meeting people with this app, although this wasn’t really how I imagined it.”


Steph chuckled.


“I’ve never done this before, but I have been wanting some…  eh… some discipline.”


“Well, you will be getting some discipline, little girl. Trust me. I hope you are aware that it is not going to be a fun or sexy spanking.”

“Yes, I know,” Ally replied. “But my friends on the app, UKbrat and AmsterSpank, they say discipline helps with guilt, and also with stress. They say it makes them feel better.”

“Well, you should have some guilt to get rid of, don’t you? I think it is time to start this spanking.”

Ally winced. “Well, I supposed it’s better to get it over with.”

“Good girl.”

Steph raised her hand and brought it back down hard on Ally’s denim shorts. She let out a little whimper, but the blow wasn’t full force. Steph was starting slowly, building up speed and force gradually. Ally could just register a sting from one swat when another hit its target. Her bottom was starting to sting a little, but she tried to lay still. If this spanking was anything like in the spanking stories, she would feel the need to squirm later on.

“This car has not been fit for driving in a long time, young lady,” Steph scolded, whilst delivering a steady supply of stingy swats to the seat of Ally’s shorts.

“Oww…. but… my grandmother…”

“Your grandmother has dementia. That is what you father told me over the phone.” She stopped spanking Ally for a moment. “And you know that. You knew you should have listened to your dad, and not someone who can’t even remember what she had for breakfast.”

“But… it was a free car with no strings attached,” Ally mumbled.

“I can see we’re not learning a lesson,” Steph said. “That’s okay, so far we’re only on the warmup.” She yanked down Ally’s shorts and underwear, revealing a pink bottom. “Not the color I want,” she commented. She brought her hand sharply down on Ally’s bare bottom.

“Ow!” Ally whined. “That hurts.”

“Yes,” Steph said. “Spanking hurts. Who would have thunk it?”

She then started spanking Ally again, now with much more force and speed. She peppered the other woman’s bottom with hard swats.

“Just.” SPANK! “Because.” SPANK! “A car.” SPANK! “Is free.” SPANK! “Does not mean it is safe to drive!” SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

“Yes, ma’am!”

Ally was now wiggling over Steph’s lap in the backseat. She seriously hoped nobody walked past, because they would definitely hear her getting spanked.

 “No matter how many nice memories you have of it, it is not worth losing your life over!” SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

“Owww…”

Steph was focusing on Ally’s sit spots, making sure to turn the brat’s bottom properly red.

“Do you hear me???” Steph scolded.

“Yes! Oww… yes, I hear you,” Ally said. “I’ll never drive it again!”

“Well, we know that!” Steph said as she stopped spanking and started rubbing Ally’s bottom. “You know why? This car is finished. When it gets picked up in the morning, it will be taken to a junk yard.”

Ally sobbed a little. She felt upset that the car was being destroyed. She had had a car for a day. For one day she had a car that was all hers. But mostly she felt a little guilty for the trouble she had gotten into.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to cause so much trouble and make you help me.”

“It’s not about causing trouble, hon, it is about you putting yourself in danger,” Steph said, continuously rubbing the red bottom over her lap. “You could have gotten yourself killed. That is why your father was so angry. You’re his daughter, he could have lost you because you didn’t listen to his advice. What if the car had broken down on the interstate and caused a fatal accident?”

“That would have been really bad,” Ally agreed.

“It would, indeed. And even if nobody got killed, you wouldn’t have had any insurance!”

“Well, that’s because my grandma told me she had insurance.”

“But you knew your grandmother wasn’t all there,” Steph said, swatting Ally hard.

“Oww…” Ally pouted. “Alright… maybe I didn’t want to believe that there was something wrong. I just really wanted my own car! My job right now sucks.”

“Uh-huh, well now you don’t have a car, and you have a spanked bottom!”

There was a long silence before Ally said, “Things could be worse.”

“You’ve been wanting this for a while, huh?” Steph chuckled.

“Yes,” Ally mumbled.

Yes, and the car brought me to you, she thought. She didn’t say it out loud, but she was very grateful she had broken down in the middle of nowhere. The spanking hurt, but this attention from Steph felt really special, and Ally was going to get to sit behind her on her motorcycle all the way home to Memphis. Perhaps Steph would want to meet again.

“I think we are ready for the last part of the spanking,” Steph said, patting Ally’s bottom. “Up you go.”

Ally pushed herself up to a sitting position. Her bottom felt hot and sore against the car seat under her. “Ow…” she said, rubbing her bottom with one hand.

“You have earned that sting, young lady. Now let’s get out of the car, I need some space to swing my belt!”

Ally felt the hair on her neck stand on edge.

“Yeah, about that… umh… don’t you think that I have learned my lesson?”

“No. I promised you a hand spanking and the belt,” Steph said firmly. “No scoot. Out of the car.”

Ally hurried out of the car. She pulled her shorts back up to prevent them from falling to the ground. It was almost dark outside now. They still had enough light, but it was disappearing fast. She moved over so that Steph could get out too. It took her a little longer to get out as she in the middle and the car’s backseat wasn’t that big. Steph was a little taller and her legs a little longer. When she finally managed to crawl out and straightened up, she started unbuckling her belt while Ally watched with wide eyes. She pulled the black leather belt out of the loops and folded it in two.

“Come here,” she commanded and pulled Ally with her to the front of the car. “Pull down your shorts and panties again, and bend over the hood.”

Ally knew better than to make a fuss, so she pulled down her shorts and underwear. It was less embarrassing now that she had already gotten her bottom spanked soundly over Steph’s lap. But the bending over part was humiliating. If someone show’s up now, I am going to dig myself a hole and never come back up! But nobody came, they were all alone. She bent over and leaned against the hood of the car, her shorts and panties around her ankles, presenting Steph with a red bottom.

“Good girl, we’re almost done.”

“Eh… Steph, do you think I will be able to sit comfortably on your motorcycle?”

“Let’s hope so, but I can’t make any promises.” Steph placed herself behind Ally on her left side. “I’m going to give you ten, and that is me being nice because you haven’t had the experience before.”

Ally sighed. “Okay.”

“And in the future, you will be driving safe do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Steph let her left-hand rest on the small of Ally’s back. “Please keep your hands on the hood of the car, I don’t want you to reach back when I’m swinging an implement. I don’t want to hurt your hand.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Okay then.” Steph tapped the leather belt a couple of times lightly against Ally’s warm, red bottom, before she raised her hand arm and brought it hard back down.

WHACK! The belt whipped her bottom leaving a burning sensation. It wasn’t long after the first lick had register that she got another, and then another. WHACK! WHACK! It was hard not to get up or not to reach back, but Ally focused on staying bent over and keeping her hands on the hood. However, she did wiggle her butt a little after every lick to shake of the sting. WHACK! WHACK!

“Oww… it stings!”

“Yes, it does,” Steph commented. “You should think about that the next time you want to be this reckless. She rubbed her hand over the marks on Ally’s bottom. “Almost done, you have five more.”

“From now on any car you drive will be safe, it will have an insurance, and a spare tire. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And when you come home you will take the time to learn what you are supposed to do in emergencies, so you don’t have to ask a stranger. Because not every stranger is me.”

WHACK! WHACK!

“Owww… I’m sorry, I’ll do better!”

“Yes, you will!” WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Steph delivered the three last licks with the belt quickly. She then helped Ally stand up straight and immediately pulled her into a tight hug. Ally who had been crying slightly towards the end accepted the embrace and hugged back, burying herself into Steph’s shoulder while the other woman rubbed her back, comforting her.

“Good girl,” Steph said, patting her a bit on her bottom. “I’m going to give my friend a call and he’ll come over with a helmet for you.”

“Oh, I can’t just go without for now?” Ally asked and immediately felt stupid when she saw the top in front of her raise an eyebrow. “Oh… I mean… eh… sorry,” she mumbled looking down.

“Uh-huh.” Steph pushed her chin up with her index finger forcing her to look into her eyes. “We are not driving without a helmet.” She let go of Ally. “Excuse me while I make the call.”

After Steph had made some phone calls, she took Ally back into the back seat for some aftercare. Ally got to snuggle close, while Steph held her. The brat then dozed off a bit in her arms while they waited. She didn’t know if this was normal for a first meet with someone on the SpankR app, but she was very pleased with her find. Maybe this was just the first of many adventures with BikerSpankR and AllySpankee. It certainly felt more than just some random hookup, and maybe their relationship would develop as they traveled back home together. Ally couldn’t wait to get back on the app and tell UKbrat and AmsterSpank about her experience! As she laid in the backseat with her head in Steph’s lap, she felt a lot less stress than she had a in a while. She didn’t have a car anymore, but what she did have was a stingy bottom and a feeling that everything was going to be okay.

Annabelle (part 33)

A/N: This is part of a F/f spanking discipline story. All characters are adults and the story was written for an adult audience.

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Previously….

“The O’Neill family?”

“Yes.”

“Come right this way. We’ve arranged a private room for you.”

They followed the waitress through the dining hall. She waitress held a door open for them.

“Your mother is already waiting for you.”

“Our mother?”
….

Annabelle and Lydia looked at each other with a puzzled expression. They entered the room and saw a redheaded woman sitting by the table, waiting for them. She turned around, and Annabelle’s mouth dropped. Leda got up from the table and held her arms open.

“Darlings!”

“Led… eh… mother!” Annabelle said, playing along whilst the waitress was still in the room. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, my babies! I wanted to surprise you!” Leda sounded completely different from what she usually sounded like. She was a good actress. She grabbed both Annabelle and Leda and hugged them tightly and kissed their faces. “Honestly darlings, you’d think you two could send your mumsy a letter once in a while! Your father and I have missed you so much!”

The waitress left the room and closed the door.

“Oh good!” Leda rolled her eyes. “So typical of Lucas to get me to play the most annoying person in the world. His idea, not mine.” She smiled at Annabelle. “It’s so good to see you. Good job getting so far.”

Annabelle looked sad. “But Eylion is still at school…”

Leda stroked her cheek. “I know. It’s been hard.” Her eyes looked glazed. “It was awful how they just came and took you, and we only allowed a short goodbye.”

She gestured them to sit down by the table where food had been laid out.

“Eylion has her own part to play, Annabelle. It’s hard for me as her mentor, I wish she was here with us now. But I know my Eylion will be able to do an important job from the inside. It won’t be long and she’ll be out too. I’m sure of it.”

“Did you come here alone? Does Gwen and Aisling know I’m here?”

Leda bit her lip a little nervously. “Do you want the honest truth?”

“Yes, please,” Annabelle replied, wanting nothing but the truth. There had been too many secrets.

“Alexis and I… well, we… ” Leda looked like she was a naughty apprentice in trouble. “We sort of haven’t told them you escaped yet.”

“What?! Leda!”

“I know!” Leda winced. “I know it’s terrible! It was all Alexis’ doing. She made me not tell. We’ve been paying attention to your movements on the map in secret. When we saw you approaching Dragonsdale Alexis arranged for me to come here and look for you at the inn. I just met Lucas and he told me of your plan, and he invited me to play the overbearing mother.” She rolled her eyes. “Honestly, that man is impossible.”

“I thought you were a couple,” Lydia commented.

Leda who hadn’t taken much notice of Leda other than hugging her for show, raised her eyebrow at Lydia. Lydia shrunk in her seat.

“Oh, sorry…”

Just at that minutes Lucas Storm entered the room.

“My girls, how lovely. All waiting for daddy, hmm?”

All three women winced at the awkward comment.

“Lucas, let’s not pretend to be a happy redheaded family when we’re alone. It’s so embarrassing,” Leda said, waving her hand over the stew on the table. A ladle floated in the air and started serving them.

“You don’t like being my wife?” He asked, sitting down next to her. “Oh wait… you are my wife!” He smirked at her.

“What?!” Annabelle almost choked on her water as she took a sip. “You two are married?”

Leda glared at the man who claimed to be her husband.

“Technicalities,” she said, disapprovingly. “We’re not together.”

“We could be,” Lucas said, winking at her.

“No, not really, ” Leda replied. “We could have been together if you hadn’t…” she stopped.

“Botched it?” he asked.

“Never mind.”

“Leda, you know I never wanted to hurt you. Maybe you could give me another…”

“Let us not air our dirty laundry in front of Annabelle and Lydia,” Leda said, cutting him off.

There was an awkward silence, broken by the clatter of spoons against their bowls. Leda took a deep breath.

“Did you two meet any trouble on the way?” she asked Annabelle and Lydia.

“Not really,” Annabelle replied. “We hid from some mortals by the blue lake, but only because we didn’t know if they were friends or foes. Most likely they were just travellers themselves.”

“That’s good,” Leda said smiling. She looked at Lydia. “And you… you decided to leave your post at the school, I see?”

Lydia nodded seriously, and she blushed a little. “I understand if you don’t trust me, Leda,” she said, looking serious. “My family ties and my role at the school does make me suspicious.”

“It does,” Leda agreed.

“But I can assure you, I am not my family. I have never had cruel intentions towards any of the students. The order was going to get rid of me, I don’t know what plans they had, but they wouldn’t have let me just go.”

“No, I suppose they think you might know things you shouldn’t?” Leda asked.

“Probably, but I know more than they suspect,” Lydia replied seriously. “I’ve been wanting out for a while, but it’s dangerous without contacts. Annabelle leaving was my ticket, and… well… I figured she could use my protection on her journey.”

“That I agree with, and she probably could use some discipline too,” Leda said, winking at Annabelle.

“Hey!” Annabelle was about to argue, but Lydia cut her off.

“Oh, she does,” Lydia chuckled.

Annabelle blushed.

“That is nothing to be embarrassed about, Annabelle,” Lucas said, winking at her. “We have all been through what you are going through as an apprentice. You magic is starting to develop, you crave independence and you rebel, but at the same time you need someone to hold you back and teach you to be safe. It is part of growing into your magic. Magic can be dangerous, and it doesn’t mix well with stupid decisions.”

“Old people can be really stupid too,” Annabelle argued.

Lucas, chuckled. “I agree a hundred percent! But older people have more control over their magic, and they are less likely to injure themselves with magic. Magic is also a great responsibility, those of us who have this gift should use it for good, and so we are perhaps sometimes harder on magicians than we would be on mortals.”

“But… the order, they don’t use their magic for good.”

“No, even the old and skilled can be corrupt, and that is a problem. This conflict has been going on for a long time, Annabelle, much longer than you have been alive.”

“But…” Annabelle looked to Leda. “But I thought Alexis was a member of the order, if this conflict has been going on for a long time…”

“It has, Annabelle, but the order was never supposed to be about power and control. Alexis helped form the order two-hundred-years ago, it was meant to be an order for all witches and wizards with different political opinions. It was a place to unite and come to agreements that would benefit all of us. There were systems put in place to make sure no group within the order got too much power, that they could always limit each other. They were supposed to compromise and make decisions together. However, little by little things have changed, and the power balanced has been corrupted. The order is not what it once was, and it does not work the way it was intended to work. The conflict within has existed for a long time, but only now have the balance been destroyed. Alexis could no longer be in it, if she had tried to stay, it would put her in danger.”

“She has formed a new group, hasn’t she?” Annabelle asked, looking to Leda and Lucas. They both stayed silent.

“Hasn’t she?” Annabelle repeated. “And you’re in it? And Gwen and Aisling?”

There was an uncomfortable silence as Leda and Lucas tried to come up with a way to not answer Annabelle’s question, but they were saved by a knock at the door as a waitress came in to ask them what they wanted for dessert. When she left, Leda took a deep breath.

“Okay… that is enough secret talk. Let’s just enjoy our meal, and then Annabelle and I will talk in private later.”

Annabelle wanted to argue, but she knew it would be no use if Leda had decided to change the topic. For the rest of the meal they talked about their trip, what they had seen, and what problems they had come across. Leda asked Annabelle about what new spells she had learned. Lucas promised to teach her some fun spells, but he didn’t want to say what they were in front of Leda.

*

After supper, Leda and Annabelle left Lucas and Lydia downstairs and made their way up to the Annabelle and Lydia’s room. When they got inside, Leda checked Lydia’s protective charms, before she and Annabelle sat down to talk.

“Leda, we overheard Kendra Onbush saying that you guys had disappeared. She said Gwen and Aisling’s house was empty, that you had disappeared. Where is everyone?”

“Oh, that… well… we were warned that our houses were under surveillance.” She shrugged. “It didn’t really come as a surprise. They could ,of course, not overhear anything on the inside, but they had people outside, watching us. It didn’t feel safe. We decided to move to a safe house. We’re all together, we’re all safe.”

“But why?” Annabelle asked. “Because Alexis is leading the opposition to the order? That is her new group, isn’t it?”

Leda raised an eyebrow. “You are being very nosy.”

“I deserve to know things,” Annabelle argued. “Are you staying with Andromeda?”

“No.”

“Well, would you mind telling me why I should go to Andromeda’s house?”

“Because it is the safest place for you.”

“But you guys have a safe house? Why can we not go there?” Annabelle asked. She wanted to be reunited with her mentors.

“Annabelle, things are rather complicated right now.” She took a deep breath. “Alright, Alexis has a new group, and the three of us are working against the order. But that does not mean that you are invited to join, in fact, you should stay away. This is politics that you do not understand, and these are people who can seriously harm you. You would be much safer with Andromeda. She left the order years ago because of the corruption.”

“But… but I want to be with you guys. I can help.”

“No you cannot, Annabelle. You are a witchling, and the witches and wizards in the order can be very dangerous.”

“But…”

“Annabelle,” Leda cut her off, raising an eyebrow. “No. You cannot come with me. I understand that you want to, but you can’t. Tomorrow, you will continue your journey to Andromeda, and Lucas and I will take you there. We will continue presenting ourselves as a family while traveling, it will look less suspicious as the order are looking for two young women traveling alone. Once you have reached Andromeda, I will let Gwen and Aisling know that you escaped and that you are safe. It is much less likely that they will kill me if I can assure them that you are in safe hands.”

Annabelle frowned. She knew there was no way Leda would take her back with her.

“Okay… but tell me this…”

“What?”

“Who am I?”

Spanko Art!

Hello! As some of your know, I have been wanting to create my own spanko art for a long time.  I’ve only made one image so far, but I have uploaded it to my Spanko Art page, which you can see above in the pages bar. There I will upload my spanko art so everyone will be able to find it and enjoy. I didn’t go to art school, so be kind! 😛
If you should want to use any of my images, please give me credit as the creator and link to my blog when you do.

This is my first image of Annabelle.

Annabelle 1