Mr. CR

[badman-goodgirl]

Prepare yourself for spanking.

[spankingsphere]

[bull-horns]

The slut told me that I can’t have her whenever I want…well, I bet she will change her mind in a while!

[your-mr-c]

Stand up, he said. She was draped over his lap. The spanking had stopped. She stood before him and inhaled sharply as he pulled her panties down. She knew that was coming, but still felt the nerves rise in her stomach at the idea of being naked and exposed before him.

Then something new happened. Something unfamiliar. He instructed her to lift her feet as he removed her simple pale pink cotton panties from around her ankles. He normally left them around her ankles and put her back over his knee. This was new. It thee her for a loop. And then he stood up, her panties, wet with arousal, in his hand as he lay poked down into her eyes.

“Open your mouth,” he said, his voice stern but calm. She did as she was told. She felt as he slowly stuffed her panties into her mouth. She could taste herself as they filled her mouth. He kept stuffing and she didn’t know if she could take all of that. She felt like she might gag, but finally he stopped, leaving her mouth forced open and the taste of her own pussy overwhelming her senses.

Then he pulled her back down over his lap.

[s0phia9]

Corner Set.

My Daddy @native-monster-sir wanted me to post this as a reminder: rules matter and listening isn’t optional.

I didn’t behave the way I should’ve.

I didn’t follow rules, talked back a lot and kept pushing instead of listening.

This is my reminder to do better next time.

[your-mr-c]

He stripped her naked and put her over his knee like a naughty girl. It still surprised her, an adult woman with a good job and a kid, hauled over a man's lap and spanked.

What surprised her even more was how wet it made her, and how she found herself humping against his leg as he spanked her with his bare hand. Her arousal did not go unnoticed. She could feel an orgasm beginning to build deep inside herself when the spanking ended.

In her mind, she begged him to continue, to punish her harder. But instead he helped her stand up. She went slowly, letting him guide her. Her knees were weak.

He turned her gently toward the bed and told her to bend over. "Spread your legs," he said. She did as she was told. He sat back in his chair and enjoyed the view. She felt completely exposed, bent over before him.

The thought made her feel both humiliated and turned on. Then she heard him stand up and undo his pants.

Did you like this little story? Support local smut: check out my short story collection! You can find it at Amazon and read for free with Kindle Unlimited.

[your-mr-c]

Erotic spanking stories

So I've been working on finishing up some writing that has been in the works on and off for a few years. This collection has four very different stories of M/F spanking and discipline. These narratives are fiction, but draw heavily from my experiences, relationships and love affairs. I'd love any feedback and thoughts on how these turned out.

Here is how the collection starts:

There she was. Again. Staring down at the hardwood floor. Her hands flat, keeping her steady, giving her something to focus on. Her long, dirty blonde hair fell around her face to the floor. Her large breasts hung down in front of her face, swinging with each blow. She hated that part, watching her pale breasts jump and shake as the spanking picked up. It felt obscene. She considered her boobs one of her finest assets, but it was humiliating to watch them bounce and swing haphazardly just inches from her face.  So she stared at the floor, wondering how she ended up back in this position over his knee.  He had found his rhythm. Switching sides with each slap of his bare palm. The spanking continued, firm but not too hard.  Slap. Slap. Slap.  His wife lay naked, draped over his lap, her ass positioned front and center, high enough so her feet couldn’t touch the floor. She had a full body, almost an hourglass from this angle. At times they’d joke that she had “baby-making hips,” broad and curvy, spreading down to round, plump cheeks. Light pink turned darker towards red as the spanking continued.  Slap. Slap. Slap. She could feel a burning pain rising. He wasn’t spanking her any harder, but the steady drumbeat was having its desired effect.  She could feel the coarse fabric of his pants on her bare stomach and thighs.  Why had she agreed to this? Barely a year into their marriage and she’d already earned herself a spanking a half dozen times. Sure, he’d spanked her playfully when they were dating, but never like this. So why did she agree? She always asked herself that question when he put her over his knee. 

You can find the full collection at Amazon and read for free with Kindle Unlimited. And seriously, thoughts and feedback are truly appreciated. If folks find this little sample to be a turn-on, I will post more highlights.

[your-mr-c]

A story in five frames.

[your-mr-c]

There's something about taking a well-spanked woman by the arm and putting her in the corner. Her sore ass is put on full display as she stares at the wall, thinking about the spanking she just received and what could come next. By standing there and doing what she's told, she shows her complete obedience and submission.

[your-mr-c]

He stripped her naked and put her over his knee like a naughty girl. It still surprised her, an adult woman with a good job and a kid, hauled over a man's lap and spanked.

What surprised her even more was how wet it made her, and how she found herself humping against his leg as he spanked her with his bare hand. Her arousal did not go unnoticed. She could feel an orgasm beginning to build deep inside herself when the spanking ended.

In her mind, she begged him to continue, to punish her harder. But instead he helped her stand up. She went slowly, letting him guide her. Her knees were weak.

He turned her gently toward the bed and told her to bend over. "Spread your legs," he said. She did as she was told. He sat back in his chair and enjoyed the view. She felt completely exposed, bent over before him.

The thought made her feel both humiliated and turned on. Then she heard him stand up and undo his pants.

Did you like this little story? Support local smut: check out my short story collection! You can find it at Amazon and read for free with Kindle Unlimited.

[danpatrick32]

[your-mr-c]

Forced to strip naked in front of him, she waited. The feeling of butterflies in her stomach grew as the minutes passed. The time waiting, naked and exposed, was almost as bad as the spanking itself. And she knew that was coming.

[your-mr-c]

Another excerpt

Here's another little excerpt from my short story collection. Read the first one here. This selection comes from the middle of another story.

He looked into her eyes. “Are you ready?” She nodded. She felt his hands undo the button on her jeans and pull down the zipper. Oh God, she thought, he is going to take down my pants. She kept her arms by her side and looked straight ahead, filled with a mix of embarrassment and fear. Her heart was pounding. She felt his hands as they went to the waist of her jeans, pulling her pants and underwear down to her knees in one motion. Standing in front of him, she felt more exposed than she ever had in her life. Her hands went to cover herself, to shield herself from his gaze.  He smacked her hand. “Put your hands back by your side,” he said, his tone commanding.  She stood before him, looking straight ahead, for what felt like forever but wasn’t more than a few seconds. She was all too aware of her body. She could feel the breeze from the ceiling fan on her thighs and across her backside. She could feel his gaze at her trimmed thin strip of pubic hair leading down. He felt his eyes on her pussy, her lips still swollen from her earlier escapades with the plug that now has her in so much trouble.  The thought popped into her head: She didn’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing that she shaved down there the day before. She felt his hand on his arm. “OK, come here,” he said, leading her over his lap and positioning her so her face was down and her hands supported her on the ground. Her plump ass directly over his lap. He started with firm swats, not too hard. Her ass had a nice full shape. He aimed for the spot where her butt met her legs. One hand held her waist, the other began spanking. Alternating cheeks, he spanked her. Slap, slap, slap Her body jumped with the rhythm of the spanking.  She stared at the floor and felt each slap. Worse than the spanking was the growing sense of humiliation, of allowing this man to pull down her pants and spank her like a child. The thought stuck in her head. She was a strong woman, but here she was, submitting to a man.  Making her humiliation worse, she fought another feeling rising inside her. It was a tingle, an arousal she didn’t expect and didn’t want.

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[mnspanking]

Next time I wouldn’t ask twice

[your-mr-c]

Erotic spanking stories

So I've been working on finishing up some writing that has been in the works on and off for a few years. This collection has four very different stories of M/F spanking and discipline. These narratives are fiction, but draw heavily from my experiences, relationships and love affairs. I'd love any feedback and thoughts on how these turned out.

Here is how the collection starts:

There she was. Again. Staring down at the hardwood floor. Her hands flat, keeping her steady, giving her something to focus on. Her long, dirty blonde hair fell around her face to the floor. Her large breasts hung down in front of her face, swinging with each blow. She hated that part, watching her pale breasts jump and shake as the spanking picked up. It felt obscene. She considered her boobs one of her finest assets, but it was humiliating to watch them bounce and swing haphazardly just inches from her face.  So she stared at the floor, wondering how she ended up back in this position over his knee.  He had found his rhythm. Switching sides with each slap of his bare palm. The spanking continued, firm but not too hard.  Slap. Slap. Slap.  His wife lay naked, draped over his lap, her ass positioned front and center, high enough so her feet couldn’t touch the floor. She had a full body, almost an hourglass from this angle. At times they’d joke that she had “baby-making hips,” broad and curvy, spreading down to round, plump cheeks. Light pink turned darker towards red as the spanking continued.  Slap. Slap. Slap. She could feel a burning pain rising. He wasn’t spanking her any harder, but the steady drumbeat was having its desired effect.  She could feel the coarse fabric of his pants on her bare stomach and thighs.  Why had she agreed to this? Barely a year into their marriage and she’d already earned herself a spanking a half dozen times. Sure, he’d spanked her playfully when they were dating, but never like this. So why did she agree? She always asked herself that question when he put her over his knee. 

You can find the full collection at Amazon and read for free with Kindle Unlimited. And seriously, thoughts and feedback are truly appreciated. If folks find this little sample to be a turn-on, I will post more highlights.

[your-mr-c]

She stood there, feeling absolutely mortified. Stripped naked, panties still around her ankles, and all too aware of the sun coming in the big bay windows behind her. The spanking was bad, but this was so much worse.

[your-mr-c]

Before she knew what she was doing, she had lost her temper. They were sitting at a busy bar after work. It took forever to get a drink. People were crowding in. She was already pissed after a busy day at work. She just lost it when some 20-something girl bumped into her and spilled her gin and tonic all over the bar. She just started yelling and cursing at the poor girl and her friends. She made a real scene. She knew she was in serious trouble when she felt her husband pull her out by the arm. The car ride home was silent. She tried to apologize but he shut her down, leaving her to think about what he said would happen if she lost her temper in public again. She knew what was coming.

[doctordreamersworld]

[your-mr-c]

He told his wife that if she did it again, he’d spank her — not some fun sexy-time spanking, a proper punishment. But she had to test him, she had to do it again the very next day. She knew she really messed up the second she saw his face. And now here she is, over his knee, pants down like a little girl. God dammit she wishes she had believed him when he said that.

[portraitsofspankedgirls2]

cute young girl spanked hard

[your-mr-c]

The shame she felt, made to stand before him and strip. She hated that feeling almost as much as the spanking itself.