A continuously growing collection of short stories featuring women spanking men. Stay tuned and enjoy! Riley had been in the middle of brushing his teeth in front of the bathroom sink. He was shirtless, and donned a pair of tight fitting cotton boxer briefs.
by Charles Hamilton the Second
Jenna's Spanking Stories
Warning: this fic contains non sexual, non consensual spanking, if you don't like, stop here, don't flame. Hermione Granger come up here. Clearly you were cheating, so you will receive twenty five with the paddle. And detention for the rest of the week.
Herb Schneider had been a postal worker for nearly twenty years and he thought he had seen it all until one day he stopped to deliver a parcel at the MacDonald residence. Even as he walked up the path he knew something was wrong; he could hear the yells of a young man coming from inside the house. By the time he reached the front door it was obvious to him: the cries were coming from the living room. Without thinking, he peered through the window and his suspicion was confirmed. Mr MacDonald was sat on the couch and face down, stretched across his legs, was his son. The boy was easily as tall as his father, but not as heavy and Herb could tell, not as strong. The boy lay flat on the couch; his legs bent a little at the knees behind him: in front he clutched a scatter cushion to his chest. He wore a wide brown leather belt which his father had gripped to tug the denim tightly across the bottom. As each swat connected with his buttocks, the boy screwed up his eyes, puffed wind through his mouth and wailed. Did fathers still spank their sons, Herb wondered.