Spanksgiving: A Collection of Erotic Spanking Stories

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I am pleased to find that you will accept my proposal. I have detailed the finer points of our arrangement: Layla hadn’t realised what she was getting herself into when she agreed to allow her boss to discipline her for her lateness. Little did she know she would awaken a need for domination and punishment. Nor did she expect to discover the thrill she felt when she allowed the fierce and intense Mr Larson to spank her. Is that so?" my mother said. "Well mister, you've got another thing coming. I WAS going to let you have the side down while you slept in there, but since you are acting like an ungrateful spoiled BABY, a crib is where you belong...with the side UP!"

She wondered if he had thought about her. Whether he had masturbated to the thought of her. Whether he wanted to take her. She stared at her feet. It was tough to hear. Stealing a glance at the paddle due to punish her, she flinched. I will use leather, ropes, chains, or tape to restrain you—if you are not happy with this, then please say so in advance. His hardness drove her pride sky high. Her sex soared up the window, lifting her mind over the city. Flying on his flawless love, she flung her arms wide against the glass, and screamed, "I love you."Layla was too busy to think about the odd meeting with Mr Larson until she arrived home after two in the morning. She was exhausted again, but she could not sleep. She wasn’t aroused this time. She was annoyed. Mr Larson had tried to bully her. He tried to make her buy him a drink because she was rude! He was the judgemental one. He was just a bully. He had taken advantage of her. She felt stupid that she had let him spank her. She was so shy and gullible, he must have known he could get her to agree. Get her to submit to him. You take money for sex—that’s a whore. Whatever. I don’t know why you’re bothered as long as you get paid.” Our first Underground Spanking dinner party. Organized by a bubbly redhead known as Chef Steel, these parties feature three-course meals paired with wine, served on china and crystal by respectful staff who glide about ensuring the guests' needs are attended to.

My birthday fell on a Monday that year, but during the school summer holidays. The day before, my parents had arranged a surprise trip to a theme park. Part of the surprise was that Tom and his parents came along – it was a brilliant day out. She cursed her body for its excited response to his offer. Her pussy was soaking. “How often?” she asked. “I could not tolerate such a beating every night.” Tom stayed for tea. I sat uncomfortably. Mum caught my eye on and off and smiled knowingly. Dad came home and asked me how my day had been. I told him it had been the best birthday ever – which was true.

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We saw my Uncle Harold that day. Only time I ever saw the old man, he died when I was 13. He took an instant liking to me though. He didn't like anyone, that old man, but he liked me. My brother and sister were jealous when Uncle Harold gave me a brand new Baseball. It was so big to me at the time...I couldn't even hold it right in my hand. I have a blasted degree, and I can’t do anything with it. Perhaps I can retrain. What about teaching? No, how will I pay my debts? I will increase your salary by the equivalent of your bar earnings if you agree to quit that job so you are in work on time every day and also spend a few hours with me at my pleasure.” He didn’t respond, and instead, he led her up the stairs to the attic. Layla was relieved to find he wasn’t leading her to a dungeon. The attic held a metal-framed bed that had wrist and ankle restraints fitted. There was also a desk, a bench, and various odd-shaped chairs that had restraints attached, and a metal frame that looked to be used for restraining a person who stood. It was after midnight, and Layla desperately wanted to sleep. She would habitually spend time watching TV when she got home, but she did not want to risk getting up late.