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Stories • Bad day at the Office

August 13, 2016, 1:32 pm
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Bad Day at the Office.

Our story this time takes place late one Friday afternoon in the office of Debbie Williams, a 30 something sales manager of a pharmaceutical company. She is studying a computer print out of last months sales figures of one of her new staff, Karen Oliver. She picks up the phone and dials the number.
“Karen, come into my office now please.”
A few moments later there is a knock on the door.
“Come in.”
“You want to see me Debbie?” enquired Karen, stepping into the office.
Karen is early twenties, fairly tall with dark hair and wearing a dark blue trouser suit.
“Yes Karen, sit down,” replied Debbie waving her hand in the direction of a chair next to her desk.
Karen sat down and made herself comfortable.
“I’ve had the monthly sales figures through this morning and in your case they don’t make pleasant reading.”
“Oh,” replied Karen, dropping her eyes so as to avoid contact with her sales manager.
“Yes, oh,” said Debbie. “I’m sure that you are well aware of how poor yours are?”
“Yes,” muttered Karen. ”But I have tried hard this month.”
“It doesn’t seem like it from here,” replied Debbie, eyeing Karen up and down.
“But honestly Debbie I have been working hard to improve,” pleaded Karen.
“Evidently not hard enough,” stated Debbie. “This is now the third month in a row that your figures have been below the standards that we expect from our sales team.”
Karen was now starting to wriggle uncomfortably.
“I’ve had you in here twice now and you’ve promised to improve.”
“I’ve really tried my best but the sales just don’t come, perhaps I need more training?” said Karen hopefully; she knew that she was now having to start fighting to keep her job.
“I do want to keep my job and I’ll do anything I can,” grovelled Karen.
“As it happens I had a meeting with the sales director this morning and he was all for getting rid of you.” said Debbie with a very serious tone to her voice.
“Oh no, please Debbie, don’t get rid of me.”
“I did put in a good word for you and said that I would take all steps to get you to improve so he has given you more chance,” said Debbie.
“Oh Debbie, thank you so much, I won’t let you down,” replied Karen gratefully.
“It’s not quite as easy as that,” replied Debbie. ”You need some incentive to get you working even harder.”
“Anything Debbie.”
“You won’t be so keen when you know what that incentive is,” threatened Debbie.
The expression on Karen’s face changed.
Debbie, who was wearing a short skirt with her legs crossed, pushed her chair back and Karen got a quick glimpse of stocking top as she did so. Then Debbie reached forward and opened her desk draw and took out a thick wooden ruler. Karen looked puzzled.
“You are going to report back here at eight o’clock sharp on Monday morning and you are going to feel this ruler across your backside,” announced Debbie.
“Eh,” said Karen in a startled voice.” What do you mean?”
“Precisely what I say.” replied Debbie.
“You mean you’re going to whack my bum with that thing?” said Karen incredulously.
“Exactly that.” replied Debbie.
“But you can’t, I’m not a little girl you know,” said Karen indignantly.
“Oh yes I can. If you want your job that’s what you’re going to have to take.”
“I’m not doing that,” retorted Karen angrily.
“In that case I shall arrange for you to have a month’s notice,” replied Debbie. “You said you would do anything to keep your job so this is it.”
“Yes but I didn’t think of anything like that,” protested Karen.” Isn’t there any other way?”
“Nope, take it or leave it,” said Debbie, smacking her left hand menacingly with the ruler. “It’s up to you.”
Karen shuddered as the ruler made a juicy smack on Debbie’s hand. She remained silent for a few moments while she decided what to do.
“Alright I’ll be here on Monday morning.”
“Good girl,” said Debbie. “I think you’ll find this will spur you on to better things.”
“I hope so,” replied Karen.
“Alright you can go now,” said Debbie putting the ruler back in the draw.
Karen got up and left the room.
Debbie sat back with a smile on her face. She’d been waiting for ages to be able to do this. Many times she’d walked into the sales office and seen Karen bending over her desk and had dreamed of going over and giving her bum a good whack and now here was her chance.
For both women the weekend dragged on but for different reasons. Debbie couldn’t wait for Monday morning while Karen was dreading it. Eventually the appointed time arrived and Karen knocked on Debbie’s office door.
“Come in,” called Debbie trying to disguise the excitement in her voice.
Karen entered and after closing the door turned towards Debbie’s desk in front of her. Her heart missed a beat as she saw the dreaded ruler lying on the desk.
She walked over and stood in front of the desk. Debbie stood up, pulled down her tight skirt and picked up the ruler.
“You know why you’re here so let’s get on with it,” said Debbie walking slowly round the desk. Her heart was already beating fast with excitement and her hands were sweating as well. I’ve waited long enough for this she thought to herself. She took Karen by the arm and led her to the spot where the whacking was to take place.
“Stand here,” she commanded.
Karen’s heart was pounding as well and her hands were sweating but not for the same reason.
“Now bend over,” instructed Debbie.
Karen paused for a moment and then reluctantly bent down and put her hands on her legs just below her knees.
“Right over, touch your toes,” barked Debbie.
Karen stretched down but had to bend her knees slightly to get there.
“This is really uncomfortable,” muttered Karen.
“You’ll find that things can be uncomfortable in this line of business,”retorted Debbie. She pulled the end of Karen’s jacket up over her back and stepped back and stood admiring her beautifully rounded backside in her tight trousers. The seam cutting into her bum between the cheeks pulling the trousers even tighter.
I’m going to really enjoy this thought Debbie.
“Right, keep still and don’t get up until I tell you and you’d better keep quiet if you don’t want anyone outside to know what’s going on,” advised Debbie.
She stepped back and got into position to deliver the first whack. As she did so she felt a dampness in her knickers. Am I enjoying this that much she thought to herself. She drew the ruler back and brought it down hard right in the middle of Karen’s bum.
THWACK!!!
“Ow,” gasped Karen.
Debbie drew the ruler back and down it came again.
THWACK!!!
“Ouch,” muttered Karen trying to keep her cries down.
THWACK!!!
“Ow,” gasped Karen as the ruler landed on the spot of the first one and she jerked upwards.
“Keep still,” growled Debbie. “That’s only half way.”
Karen breathed a half sigh of relief. At least I’m taking it well enough she thought, it’s only six.
THWACK!!!
“Ow, Ow,Ow.”
Only two more she thought. Meanwhile Debbie was concerned that she wasn’t having the desired effect and drew the ruler further back and brought it down with all her strength.
THWACK!!!!
“Yeeooowww,” cried Karen leaping up and grabbing her backside.
“Get back down,” ordered Debbie. ”And that’s an extra one for getting up.”
“Oh no, please, it really hurts,” groaned Karen still standing rubbing her backside.
“It’s meant to,” Snapped Debbie. “Now get down again before I give you two extra.”
Karen reluctantly bent down and waited.
THWACK!!!!
“Aaaggghh,” she groaned and jerked up but managed to get down quickly.
“Last one,” announced Debbie.
Again she drew the ruler back and brought it down with all the force she could muster.
THWACK!!!!
“Ooouucchhh,” cried Karen holding her position.
“I hope you’ll remember this for a long time,” said Debbie standing back and reviewing the throbbing backside in front of her.
“Yes Debbie, I will,” whimpered Karen.
“Right then, get up.”
Karen slowly drew herself up and her hands immediately flew to her throbbing backside. Thank goodness, it’s over she thought, her eyes starting to water.
“May I go now please?” asked Karen.
“No.” snapped Debbie. “From now on your sales figures will be assessed weekly so you will report to me here at 4 o’clock on Friday and if you haven’t improved sufficiently this week then you’ll report back here at 8 o’clock next Monday and next time it’ll be over your knickers, you’ve had far too much protection this time, I’ve been too lenient with you.”
“Oh no, please Debbie, I don’t deserve this,”complained Karen.
“Well, you know the alternative don’t you,” remarked Debbie.
“Yes I do,” replied Karen.
“If you’re going to improve you’d better go and make an early start,” said Debbie
“Yes, I will,” replied Karen making a beeline for the door.
Debbie grinned with satisfaction. Did I enjoy that, she thought to herself as she returned the ruler to the desk draw and sat down, her knickers wet with excitement. Meanwhile Karen had run to her desk, taken a mirror from her handbag made for the toilet to inspect her throbbing backside. Once inside the cubicle she pulled her trousers and knickers down looked at her crimson backside in the mirror.
Bitch, she thought.

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Stories • Double trouble

August 15, 2016, 11:41 am
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We’re at school with that terrible twosome Laura & Karen, sixth formers in trouble again. We join the pair as they lounge against the wall outside the classroom, having been sent out for talking and giggling. Suddenly at the end of the corridor appeared the figure of Mrs Roberts, the deputy head.
“Hey, look out,” said Laura. nudging Karen as she spotted the figure striding towards them.
“Now we’re for it,” muttered Karen, as both girls stood up straight.
“What are you two doing?” she asked as she reached the pair.
Both girls looked at one another, shifting uneasily as they stood there. Karen was the first to speak.
“We’ve been sent out of class.”
Mrs Roberts stared intently at the two girls turning then to stone.
“In that case as you have nothing better to do you’d better go and stand outside my office.”
“What now?” blurted out Laura.
“Yes now, not next week, you stupid girl,” snapped Mrs Roberts.
Laura felt about two inches tall. Mrs Roberts had a way of making girls feel small. She strode off leaving the girls to make their way to her office.
“You know what this means don’t you,” said Laura gloomily as they started the long trek to Mrs Roberts’s office.
“Don’t remind me,” replied Karen.”I think we’re going to be putting our hands under the cold tap.”
Laura gave a nervous giggle.
Both girls had been to Mrs Roberts’s office before and had received one stroke of the cane each.
“How many d’you think we’ll get?” asked Karen as they neared the office.
Laura shrugged her shoulders.”Your guess is as good as mine.”
“Won’t be that many surely. It’s hardly the crime of the century, getting sent out,” said Karen hopefully.
“S’pose your right,” replied Laura.”My guess is two.”
“No more surely,” added Karen.
“Just have to wait and see,” said Laura with a sigh. “I suppose we asked for it.”
“You’d think we’d learn wouldn’t you,” said Karen wistfully.
“We should, but then that’s us isn’t it,” said Laura ruefully.
After what seemed an age, always the same when you’re waiting for the cane, Mrs Roberts appeared. She opened her office door and ushered the girls in. They stood in front of her desk as she sat down.
“Now then, you know my views on girls being sent out of class don’t you?”
“Yes Miss,” the girls replied.
It was well known around the school that if you got caught outside the classroom you got the cane.
“In that case you know what happens next,” said Mrs Roberts rising from her chair and walking over to a wooden cabinet on the wall. She opened the doors to reveal four canes hanging up. These canes were well known throughout the school as Mrs Roberts always referred to them by numbers. Number One was the thinnest and most feared by all the girls, as it seemed to sting the most. The numbers then went up to four and the canes got thicker. Mrs Roberts would stand in front of the cabinet and think out loud about which one to use and today was no exception. Karen and Laura stood with sweating hands and hearts pumping as they waited for the decision.
“I think its number three for you two,” announced Mrs Roberts, taking the appropriate instrument from its hook.
The two girls breathed a sigh of relief although they still knew that it was going to hurt.
“Karen Edwards, come here,” came the sharp voice of Mrs Roberts.
Karen took a deep breath, turned round and walked over to where Mrs Roberts was standing, cane in hand. She gulped as she took one look at it. Meanwhile Laura was still standing and listening, thinking I wish it was me going first.
“Hold out your hand,” she ordered bending the cane between her hands.
Karen produced her right hand.
“Are you right or left handed?”
“Right handed,” replied Karen.
“Then hold out your other hand.”
Karen changed hands and Mrs Roberts pushed it into position with her cane. Karen tensed herself as Mrs Roberts raised the cane and brought it down with a whoosh and then a dull thwack as it connected with her hand. Karen screwed up her face as she fought against the pain that seared through her hand. The cane was raised again and came down on the end of her fingers.
“Aaaaggghh,” she gasped, snatching her hand away and thrusting it under her armpit.
“I hope that will teach you not to waste time loitering outside classrooms,” said Mrs Roberts.”Now get out”
Karen needed no encouragement to carry out that order and made a speedy exit from the room with her hand still under her armpit.
“Laura Barry, come here.”
Laura turned and walked over to Mrs Roberts.
“Hand out” she snapped.
Laura produced her left hand which Mrs Roberts took to mean that she too was right handed. She pushed Laura’s hand into position and raised the cane. Down it came with the same sound as with Karen.
“Ooooww,” gasped Laura as the cane fell across her fingers, always more painful than on the palms. She threw her head back and took a deep breath and then waited for the next stroke. Down it came almost on exactly the same spot as before.
“Ooouuuch,” yelped Laura; like Karen snatching her hand away but this time bending nearly double and putting both hands between her legs.
“Now get out,” ordered Mrs Roberts.
Laura made as quick and exit as Karen who she found waiting outside the door.
“S--- that hurt,” gasped Laura, wringing her hand vigorously.
“You’re telling me, right across my b----- fingertips, the cow,” groaned Karen.
‘Look at that,’ said Laura, producing her hand which already was starting to show two red lines almost on top of one another.
Karen opened her hand and looked at it.
“Come on, let’s run them under the cold tap,” suggested Laura.
“B----- good idea,” retorted Karen and the pair rushed off to the washroom.
After several minutes under the tap, the pair dried their still throbbing hands and made their way back to class. Karen looked at her watch.
“Crikey, we’re ten minutes late for our next lesson.”
“So what, we’ve got a good excuse,” retorted Laura.
“S’pose so,” agreed Karen as they reached the classroom door.
The pair went in and were greeted by a glare from Miss Briggs.
“Just where do you think you’ve been?” she demanded turning from writing on the board.
“Been to see Mrs Roberts,” said Laura cheerfully.
“What for?” asked Miss Briggs.
Both girls fell silent, they hadn’t expected an inquest.
“Well?” snapped Miss Briggs, who was not noted for her patience.
“We got sent out of the previous lesson,” confessed Karen.
“Misbehaving again I suppose,” said Miss Briggs.
Both girls’ eyes looked at the floor.
“Yes Miss,” muttered Karen.
“You know what happens to girls who are late for class don’t you?”
Of course, all the class knew what happened.
“But it wasn’t our fault, she kept us waiting for ages,” said Laura.
“Of course it was your fault, you shouldn’t have been sent out of class in the first place,” snapped Miss Briggs. “I’m not prepared to accept any excuses.”
She then went to her desk and took a white plimsoll from one of the drawers. Karen and Laura looked at one another and then at the class. Several girls were grinning at their misfortune others were no doubt looking forward to the prospect of a bottom warming.
“Come here Laura,” sighed Miss Briggs
Laura went over to Miss Briggs.
“I dread to think how many times I’ve told you to bend over.”
“This isn’t fair,” groaned Laura.
“Shut up and bend over, I’ve had enough of you two already,” snapped Miss Briggs taking Laura by the arm and pulling her into position with her back to the class. Still holding the slipper in the other hand she pushed Laura down where she took up the customary position, holding her ankles. Miss Briggs stepped back and took aim; she was not the hardest of slipperers, but could still make it count.
Whop!
The slipper landed on Laura’s left cheek bringing up the bottom of her skirt.
Whop!
This time on Laura’s right cheek. No sound from Laura as it was considered bad form to cry out in front of the class. How many am I going to get she thought..
Whop!
This one right across the middle of Laura’s bottom. She jerked forward just managing to keep her balance.
“Get up,” snapped Miss Briggs letting her slippering arm drop by her side. Laura ruefully got up and faced Miss Briggs who stared at her intently.
“Get to your desk,” she snapped.
Laura with a face as red as her bottom through embarrassment, made her way to her desk rubbing her bottom. There were several sniggers from the class as she did so. Miss Briggs glared at the class.
“Any more of that and you’ll join them,” she snapped.
“Karen, come here.”
Karen, who had been standing and watching and feeling each of her friends whacks stepped forward to take her own punishment. Miss Briggs quickly pulled Karen into position.
“Bend over,” she ordered.
These two words always struck fear into any girl’s heart and Karen and Laura were no exception. Karen bent over feeling highly embarrassed as most girls did when they got it showing their bottom to the class. At least this time their knickers weren’t on show as sometimes happened.
Karen took her three much the same as Laura and returned to her desk, highly aggrieved as was Laura, at getting what they thought was a totally unfair punishment. At the end of the lesson there was the usual barrage of questions as to how many they got, did it hurt etc. For Laura and Karen it was a day they would rather forget.

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Stories • "The Mean Girls"

August 17, 2016, 6:53 pm
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There’s no two ways about it, she was a mean girl, and she was naughty too. Us four girls were hanging out since we were in grade school, and our number five, Cindy, was the most obnoxious, opinionated, and most mean of us all.
We tolerated her put-downs, making us feel less than her for years. She’d tell us about how she’d laid on her bed, naked, and played with herself; how she exposed herself to her little brothers, twitching her bare bottom at them; how she was more experienced than any of us, we were babies with little tits, she’d say, and laugh at our innocence. There was always talk about “teaching her a lesson,” but when it came down to it we’d just forget and go onto something else.
Then, one Summer, there was a mud-wrestling contest that was being set up in a barn, in the next town over, and we just knew that Cindy would go for entering the contest, seeing how she’d be getting naked during the proceedings, and knew she’d win the prize.
“Hey Cindy, you’re gonna love this: there’s a mud-wrestling contest for women in Holdoke this weekend. You should enter, and wear a bikini...The prize is a hundred dollars for the winner,” I said to her.
“Damn, I’ll be butt-naked before it’s over...So hot, huh?”
“Sure, but you’ll be a hundred dollars richer. Let’s go Saturday night. I’ll drive...Maggie, Jean, Jenny...We’ll all go and root you on...It’ll be a hoot.”
“Okay..Sure...I’ll kick that other girl’s bare ass..It’ll be great!”

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Between the four of us it was all set. Maggie would be the photographer, and get as many pictures of Cindy as she could, once Cindy was naked. Jean, Jenny, and I would stand at the sidelines, rooting Cindy into the buff.
It was a ten minute ride into Holdoke, and when we got there the venue looked more like a warehouse than a barn. Cindy was wearing a pair of short-shorts and a tee-shirt, and she told us she was wearing a red bikini beneath. She said, “Man, I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m going to be completely nude in the mud...swishing my bare ass in front of everybody..whoo, I’m SoooOOOO naughty!,” laughing up a storm, all the way to Holdoke.
I had to hold back my giggles, because I was thinking about the consequences of this and couldn’t wait to see what I knew would come of it. Those red bikini bottoms would say it all, Cindy, I thought to myself, as we pulled into the venues parking lot.
We were all Seniors in High School, so it was no big deal to pass for 18. Cindy signed up for the second set, and she’d be matched up with the next girl who signed up. There was a crowd of twenty or so inside. Cindy, immediately, pulled off her short-shorts, and tee-shirt. I whispered to Maggie to wait till Cindy was wrestling, and nude, before taking any photos. Jean and Jenny were all smiles as they gazed at Cindy’s firm breasts & bubble-butt stretching the bikini. They couldn’t wait to see those small pieces of fabric ripped off her, rolling in mud, fully exposed, bare-assed. Cindy would regret this night for the rest of her life. Oh yes, we lived in a small town, and everyone knew Cindy...Just what you’d expect from such a naughty girl. Cindy just didn’t care, and walked right into this trap we’d laid out.
The first set went by very quickly, both girls covered in mud, and nude. Their bottoms and tops were off in seconds, the one girl spanking the other girls ass, then straddling her, holding her down, and rubbing her face in the mud; smacking her butt till the bell rang out. They both got up, and the winner stood with her legs outspread, both her fists pumping the air. We all cheered, including Cindy, who was excited about being next in the pit, almost weak-kneed, at the prospect of being naked, and spanking her opponent.

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“Are you ready, Cindy?,” I asked.
“Hell yeah, this is gonna be great...can’t wait. I’m kinda wet, down below, after watching that..whew-wee! Everyone’s gonna see my asshole and pussy and all...I’m all hot, Ginny...I’m gonna spank her ass! Look at her...no tits at all, miss tiny butt...She’ll get me naked, but she’ll be sorry when she’s bare-assed. I can’t wait to get this bikini off, and roll in the mud. That Hundred bucks is going to be mine!”

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And, that, folks, is exactly what happened. Cindy was in the mud maybe three seconds before the other girl tripped her up, and pulled off her bikini bottoms. Cindy retaliated with snatching off the other girl’s top, and knocking her back into the mud. Then, Cindy pulled off her top, and threw it aside, straddled the other girl, and pulled down her bottoms. She then proceeded to spank the other girl, holding her down...both of them nude.
Maggie, had her digital camera out, and was clicking away the whole time. She made sure to get as many pictures of Cindy’s face as she could....however, there were definitely many of Cindy’s asshole & pussy (just as Cindy said everyone would see)...Oh, how true this turned out to be!

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I never witnessed such unashamed and shocking behavior. My face was red just watching her; my mouth, forming a little “oh” of disbelief. Cindy got her hundred dollars, and went off to shower herself off with a garden hose outside. She put her short-shorts and tee-shirt back on, and we all drove home, laughing all the way. She wouldn’t be laughing for long however...and, either would I, sad to say.

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Maggie posted the pictures to “Truth or Dare.com.” She pretended to be Cindy, posting the photos as her, with her name. Soon, word was spread around town and school, to go to the web-site and check out Cindy E’s pics, and how shameless, how naughty, they were. Cindy’s brother heard about the web-site and checked it out...This was what I read there, supposedly written by Cindy: “It was so great being naked and mud-wrestling..just loved spanking that girl’s ass! Oh, I’m soOOOO naughty & hot...I could use a spanking, myself..Bad Girl!”
Of course, Maggie knew that these words would plant a seed in Cindy’s brother’s head. He’d spent the last year, looking at Cindy’s bare bottom, and had kept his mouth shut to his parents, but now Cindy had gone too far and was literally asking for it. He went home, and booted-up the website for his mother.
“Look, Mom, what Cindy was doing this past weekend..The whole town is looking at these photos“.
There was Cindy, on her knees, mud covered, with her legs spread, and the crack in her ass spread also...her mud-covered asshole, puckering; There was Cindy, straddling another girl, and spanking her ass, mud flying; and there was Cindy, standing with her back to the camera, victorious, with her mud-covered ass, outthrust. There were multiple photos, one more naughtily exposed than the next. Cindy’s mom went red with embarrassment and anger, looking at each photo, saying, “Oh, my God....oh, no, Cindy...Oh my God!”
“Look at what she wrote mom”
His mother read aloud, “It was so great being naked and mud-wrestling...just loved spanking that girl’s ass! Oh, I’m soOOOO naughty & hot...I could use a spanking, myself..Bad Girl!”
“Oh, really, Cindy?,” his mom said, “Well, I’d say I agree. Jason, call your sister, and tell her to come home immediately....”
“Right, mom. Will do.”

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It is still amazing to me, to this day, that Cindy was completely unaware of the firestorm we’d set in motion with those pictures. She was hanging out in the park with us (Jenny, Jean, Maggie, and I) when her phone rang.
“Yes, Jason...Okay, I’ll be home in ten minutes,” we heard her say to her brother.
“Well, I gotta go home. My father’s coming home from work early and we’re gonna eat dinner soon. See ya later, kids.”
When she walked away, I turned to Maggie and said, “Oh boy, I think she’s gonna get it good....I think Jason took the bait, and spilled it all to his Mom.”
“I wish I was there when her Mom saw those photos! She must be livid.”
“Cindy’s completely clueless!,” Jean said.
“Serves her right. She’s such an exhibitionist, and her brother knows that she’s now gone too far,” said Maggie, who put all of Cindy’s words in her mouth and posted them.

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It was at this point that I realized something I hadn’t considered, and wish now that I’d thought of before telling Cindy about the mud-wrestling contest. In a way, what I’d set in motion, and what we’d done---all four of us girls---was “mean” and “naughty” also. In order to provide Cindy with a comeuppance, we had to be just as mean & naughty as Cindy was; we’d have to participate in the exposing of those photographs, and document the fact that we were participating in this event...Oh no, I thought to myself, I hope Maggie didn’t post all the photos! I remembered one I might have not looked at clearly the first time I went to the web-site...but then...oh, shit! I took out my phone, and brought the truthordare.com site up. Scrolling through the photos, I looked, and then...there was Cindy standing with her back to the camera, her butt outthrust, and her two hands raised in a fist of victory. There, right there, facing Cindy, outside the mud-pit, you can see me, and Jenny, and Jean. There I am, with my mouth forming that little “oh” of surprise and disbelief, at Cindy’s naughtiness. Anyone who looks at this picture, will recognize us, all three of us. Maggie was the one who took the pictures!
“Maggie! What did you do! Look at this photo...You can plainly see me and Jenny and Jean, smiling & cheering...Well, Jenny and Jean are smiling and Cheering; I’m standing there with my mouth open...We’re just as screwed as Cindy! Maggie! How could you be so stupid!”
“Oh, no...I didn’t even realize you three were in the photo. Damn..all I saw was Cindy’s bottom, and her raised fists.”
“Well, Cindy’s gonna figure out who took the photos, Maggie, so I guess all our gooses are cooked,” said Jenny.
Maggie took the phone and deleted the photo, but it was too late!

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Meanwhile, back at Cindy’s house, this is what transpired, according to Jason. When Cindy came into the house Jason was seated on the sofa, watching T.V.. His mom came out of the kitchen and said, “Hey Cindy...you’re looking all sweated up. Why don’t you go take a nice cool shower. Your father’s going to be home in about an hour, honey.”
“Okay, Mom..that sounds good”
When Cindy went into the upstairs bathroom, Jason and Mom went up into Cindy’s room. They turned on her lap-top and brought up the pictures & the post Cindy had written.
Her mom took a hairbrush off Cindy’s night-table, and laid it upon the bed, within reach. Then she sat down on the bed, and waited. Jason went into the hallway when he heard the shower turn off. He left Cindy’s bedroom door open, and stood outside his bedroom door.
Cindy emerged from the bathroom wearing a towel. Her hair was wet and she was obviously naked under that towel.
“What’cha staring at big-boy,” she said, then, turned around and bent over, lifting the towel away from her ass, exposing herself. “Kiss my ass, Jason.”
Jason smiled, as she giggled, and walked into her bedroom...Oh, boy, he thought, is she gonna get it now!
Jason stood in the doorway, and listened to his mother.
“So, Cindy? What’s this I see on your computer?”
Cindy bent over a bit, in front of the computer screen, and the towel became untucked, falling to the bedroom floor. She was staring at the photo of her, speechless...Jason could see her asshole begin to pucker, in nervousness & embarrassment, because her bare feet were somewhat akimbo...Finally, she found her voice:
“I didn’t...no, oh my..they made me do it..that’s not...”
“That’s you in those photos, right? You posted this for the whole town to see! Cindy McGee, you should be ashamed of yourself....You like being naked, young lady, in public....you want a spanking ‘cause you’re a bad girl.” And, with that said, his mom gave her a good smack on the ass...
“Owwahhoowh...I didn’t...Mom!...”
....”Oh, you did, Cindy...That’s what you wrote, isn’t it?
And, you exposed yourself to your brother in the hallway, just now, right?”
“Mom...Jason! You don’t understand...I know I was naughty, but I won a hundred dollars, and I didn’t....”
“Wrestling nude...spanking! Then posting it online, and proudly telling your friends all about it! How could you do such a thing!”
“Maggie took...”
But, Cindy didn’t get to say anymore. His mother wasn’t listening, but Jason heard her say, “maggie,” and realized that Cindy had been tricked. He was speechless with glee, as his mother grabbed Cindy round her waist and tipped her across her knees.
“Well, young lady, here’s the spanking you wanted.” His mother picked up the hairbrush, and proceeded to spank her as hard as ever. Cindy’s tits were jiggling, and she raised her ass to meet the brush; both, bare, feet kicking.
“Owwhaww, Momma, stop! That hurrrts!”
“You’re gonna be quite sore when I’m done---”smack, smack...spank!---..“You won’t sit down for a week!”
When mom was done, Cindy’s ass was blazing red. She spent the evening, lying on her tummy...no dinner for her.

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But that wasn’t all for Cindy, because as soon as her father got home, her bottom got a double-whammy. She was lying on her tummy, nude, upon the bed, asleep. Her face, pressed into the pillow, and her red ass, up and exposed. She was immediately awoken by her father, who slapped her, four times, hard across her backside....and held her down for a blistering spanking, she’d never forget...She pleaded with her father to stop, tears falling, as her ass got progressively sore & hot. She’d left her hairbrush on the night-table, and when her father’s palm was sore, he picked that up, and carried on, raising more than a few welts on her bare buttocks. He knew that half the town was now gazing at his daughter’s nudity; her asshole, on view, along with her vagina-lips, and shaved pussy...By God, so shameless, and never again!, he thought to himself, with embarrassment...his face, red and hot, as he carried on for another hour...She’d learn her lesson, two times over, every time she sat down upon her shapely bottom...showing herself to her brother; spanking another naked girl, and posting it on the internet, proudly...“That’s not---spank,swat,smack,spank,again & again---how we raised you, Cindy”
“AwwwhOOOooowh, daddy...ohhh, please stopppppp, it was MaggieEEEEE who Awwwwowwh, posted the photos & wroooote awwwhoww...abouuut spankings...”
“Really, Cindy? Those photos were of you...--Smack! Spank,Swat,again!---and, I’ll be sure to speak to Maggie’s mother after I’m done with you!
“awwwhowwh---I’m sorry, daddy...pleeeeeese stop!
Jason and Cindy’s mother watched from the bedroom door, as the punishment continued...
“Just what you asked for Cindy...”
“oowwwh”---smack, to center cleave, and asshole--”ahhhhowwh!..Jenny and Jean tricked me tooooo..along with Ginnnnny----Spank, spank, Smack, Smack, to her splayed legs, bringing up the rear....
“They’ll be dealt with also. I’ll see to it, Cindy,” her father replied, and brought the spanking to an end. “Now, go to sleep, and tomorrow you’re going to spend the day completely naked, cleaning the bathroom...all day & all night you’re going to be nude, and if anyone comes visiting you’ll remain naked as the day you were born, since you like exposing yourself so much...I want your red bottom exposed, for all to see...I’m going to ask Grandma McGee to come over, and give you a talking to. Maybe she’ll do more than that in a few days, when your bottom is ready for another spanking.”
Then, upon those risen welts, he smacked her ass three more times with his palm, and walked out of her bedroom.
Cindy, with tears falling, reached back with her hand and rubbed her sore bottom, blazing red, and welted-up.
As promised, one day later, after Jason watched her scrub the bathroom floor on her knees, and clean the toilet bowl, in the nude; watched her stand at the dining room table, eating dinner, nude and very embarrassed, her red bottom for all to see; and, watched her sit on a pillow, in front of the t.v., stark naked, with her legs crossed, her hands, covering her crotch, the door-bell rang, and in walked Grandma McGee, who proceeded to give her just a bit more than a talking to. Photos of this would be posted to truthordare.com as, “Cindy: number 2, and, just what she asked for!---Cindy, over her grandmother’s lap, nude as the day she was born, receiving a well deserved spanking.”
However, before this was posted, there’d be a whole lot more emerging for Jenny, Jean, Maggie, and I---Ginny, the instigator, and writer of this story. Oh, for shame, I really am naughty....so sorry....ahhh, no. Kisses, Ginny.

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We were completely recognizable in the photograph. Stupid Maggie, planted the seed for Cindy’s brother, but used every photo for the post. Everyone who saw the photos guessed that Maggie took them & posted them, so then a few started the rumor that we’d all mud wrestled, and Cindy was the only winner...They could see that Cindy had been tricked and wanted to get us all in trouble...As Jenny said, “all our gooses would be cooked”...oh, how right she was.

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It was Mrs. McKinney, next store, who alerted my mother to the photos on the net. She knew that I was good friends with Cindy, and couldn’t resist informing my mom about what her daughter found on the computer---Cindy, bare bottomed naked!
That’s when Mom logged-on and saw me in one of the photos. My Sister, Carol, was with her when this happened, and saw how red in the face Mom was. Carol was giggling in unbelief at what she was seeing.
“Ginny! That’s Ginny in the photo, along with Jenny Conners & Jean Phillmore.
“Oh, my Mom! Look what Cindy wrote!
“This is disgraceful! That girl should be ashamed of herself. A BAD GIRL, indeed! You can see every bit of her, stark naked, for shame, covered in mud“. Carol was transfixed, gazing at the photo of Cindy, on her knees, with her backside facing the camera; her ass-cheeks spread, and her asshole completely exposed...
“Oh my, she’s really going to get it, when her parents get wind of this,” said Carol, “The whole towns gonna see this!
That, according to Carol later, was when the telephone rang. It was Jenny’s mother, who informed my mother that I, Jenny, and Jean mud-wrestled also, and that Cindy won the hundred dollar prize. My mother said, “Oh, really..Thank you Jean, for telling me...” Then, they got in contact with Jean’s mother & Maggie’s mother. All three mother’s would bring their daughter’s to my house. All this occurred as I was still in the park, hanging out by myself, after Jenny and Jean went home, along with Maggie. Maggie, after receiving a couple of good smacks to her jean-clad ass, confessed to taking the photos and posting them, pretending to be Cindy in what she’d written. Maggie’s mother grabbed her by the earlobe, and marched her right out the front door, smacking her ass right into the passenger seat of the car. They drove to my house. Jenny, knew as soon as she saw her mother that she was in big trouble. Her mother didn’t believe her protests that she didn’t mud-wrestle, and drove her straight to my house after giving her bottom a hard, swift, spank, saying,”That’s only the beginning, young lady. Now get your ass in the car!” Jean, was completely shocked and speechless, upon hearing from her mother say she knew she’d mud-wrestled also. After seeing those pictures of Cindy, she didn’t want to hear another word out of her,--- which was okay, because Jean was too dumbfounded to speak. Jean was put in the car, and driven to my house. (at least, Jean’s mom didn’t smack her on the ass. Jean was too embarrassed & mortified to say a word....as the car pulled up to my driveway, with her mother chastising her all the way, Jean almost started to believe what her mother was saying; she was so ashamed, and felt naked. She was no longer smiling. All three girls were hustled into a bedroom, and ordered to remove their clothes....all of them!

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All of this was happening as I began my long walk home, taking my time, with a red face and my thoughts running wild:
“God, I just know Momma has seen that photo and knows I was there. She’s gonna be mad, and disappointed in my behavior, but maybe it won’t be so bad. Damn, Maggie, why’d you have to post that photo! I’m just as naughty as Cindy...just as naughty...Jeez, I wouldn’t blame Mom if she spanked my bottom..oh, no I hope not, just like that stupid post said...”Bad Girl....spank my bottom, I should have a spanking” oh, I’m sorry, Cindy...poor Cindy...all I did was make an ass of myself...Ohhhh, I bet the whole town knows; there’s Mrs. Pritchit from across the street...she’s looking at me kind of funny..she looks mad like she knows I was at the mud-wrestling contest..oh, she’s giving me the “shame-shame” sign with her fingers“....”naughty girl!,” Mrs. Pritchit yells out, as I open the front door and walk in.

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When I walked into the house, Mom was sitting on the couch, and my sister, Carol, was seated at the dining room table. Carol giggled when she saw me standing at the open front door in my cut-offs and tee-shirt.
Mother pointed to the open lap-top on the coffee table, which was pulled away from the couch.
“Ginny,” she said, “Can you explain this to us?
“I’m sorry, Mom. We just wanted to teach Cindy a lesson, but I guess it back-fired...and,....”
“.....”Yes, I know. Cindy ended up winning a hundred dollars, but you didn’t..did you?”
“I didn’t....”
“No you didn’t win, and you didn’t have your picture taken, but I heard all about you stripping off your clothes and getting into the ring!....Now, Ginny, take off your clothes, all of them, right now!”
“But, Mom...Please...Maggie wrote..”
“Yes, I know what Maggie wrote. She wrote your thoughts, and Jean’s and Jenny’s. Now take off your shoes and socks, and then the rest of it. I wanna see what everybody in town is talking about...Do it now, Ginny, or I’ll get up off this couch and do it for you!
I had no choice. I gave Carol a look, who had a silly grin on her face.
“Okay...I guess I deserve it.”
“Boy, Ginny! Are you in trouble,” Carol said.
I closed the front door, and then walked over to my mother. I reached down, as my face got hot again, and pulled off my sneakers, and threw them angily towards the dining room. Then I pulled off each of my socks, and chucked them aside. I unclasped my cut-offs, and pulled them off, and then my panties came down, and I stepped out of them. I pulled my tee-shirt over my head, and threw that onto the pile, then unhooked my bra, and threw that away also. Now, my mother was gazing at my shaved pussy & my bare feet. A little “Oh” formed in her mouth, of surprise, just like the face I made in the photograph. My face went three shades of red.
“Girls!,” my mother yelled, “Come on out here, this minute!”
I looked up, turned around, with my butt facing my mom. Jean, Jenny, and Maggie came out of the bedroom, naked, with each mother holding their daughter’s by the earlobe.
They looked so downcast & chastised, embarrassed in their nakedness, I was speechless. This was like a bad dream, a nightmare. Carol wolf-whistled.
“Ginny, you’re the instigator, so you go first! Okay girls, you’ll have to wait, cause this is gonna take awhile...
“Mom, Pleaseeeeesee...”
“You guess it back-fired, huh? Well you’re gonna feel alot of a back-fire, you won’t sit down for a week!
She then tipped me, grabbing me ‘round the waist, and I ended up across her lap. My bottom rose up, as I struggled, and she held me in place with her free hand. I couldn’t have been more ashamed and embarrassed. Unseen by me, she picked up a hairbrush from the end-table, and proceeded to smack my ass with it, chastising me the whole time...
“Just what you wanted, huh Ginny?”-- Smack-spank-swat-center cleave, ten, twelve times, and I was balling my eyes out. I raised my bottom, meeting the brush, as it decended...such a naughty girl, I knew I was.
“You like showing your backside, huh, young lady? You have a nice red ass now, I’d say“--------(smack,smack,spank,spank, harder and harder, with no let-up, and through my tears, Jenny and Jean and Maggie, looked on, squirming in anticipation, knowing they’d be sharing the same fate; their faces were red with shame, and each mother gave their bare asses a warm-up spank, sending them falling to the carpet, with their bottoms up, side-by-side.
Carol laughed out loud, and clapped her hands, as mom really let me have it now, using her palm. The three girls, looked up from the floor, as my leg fell off my mother’s lap, and I raised up my ass. Exposing my asshole to her palm. She just let out a breath of “oh my” indignation, thinking I did this on purpose, and let loose with a long series of hard smacks upon my asshole & both cheeks, and feeling now completely humiliated it was all I could do to stop the fire raging in my hind-quarters. My butt-hole was stinging, red-rimmed...she really let me have it. This was when I resigned myself completely, and just cried, knowing that this was exactly what I deserved, admitting to everyone in the room, crying out,
“I’m such a naughty girl....I’m sorrrry...ohhhhawhhh, that hurts so bad...bare naked...stop, mom, stop!”
It was over now. Jean and Jenny and Maggie received the same as me.
My Mother asked us to get up on the couch, with our faces to the wall, on our knees. We four girls did as we were told. We were side-by-side on the couch, with our red bottoms on display.
Carol took a photograph. Maggie’s Mother uploaded the photo to truthordare.com with the posting: “Naughty Girls”--After Cindy 2”

I couldn’t wait to get out of town, and go off to college. Now I know I should definitely pause when thinking about teaching a naughty, mean, girl, a lesson. But, as they say, the end justified the means.

Ginny M.---August,2016.




















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Rob and Laura Petrie from the old Dick Van Dyke Show reenact a scene from a contemporary movie.

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Statistics: Posted by sadicopt — Sun Aug 21, 2016 12:52 am

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Mainstream Spankings • A little playful role play spanking (F-F) , just two slaps, on Arabic Star Academy

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the video's URL :

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rM41iws98ps

A little playful role play spanking, just two slaps, featured on Arabic Star Academy ( a singing reality TV-show)

This clip shows (Ghada Jreidi) from Tunisia, age 22 at the time of the contest, playfully slapping her co-contestant ( Kanza Morsli) from Algeria, age 24 at the time of

contest.

And I'll put a general translation to help clarifying what is going on:

00.00 - 00.35

kanza : I swear it's the first time I was with him ( as in talking with him, nothing that sexual at all) , 'mom'

Ghada : Walk ! ( It's one word in Colloquial Arabic for both walk and crawl, so it can be : Crawl ! )

Kanza : I swear it's the first time I was with him, 'mom'

Ghada : Walk! I said Walk!

Ghada : Who is that one that was with you back there in the street?

Kanza : I don't know him, I swear I don't , 'mom'!

Ghada : Who is he?

and it goes like this for awhile

the laughing girl, with the soda can, is (Sheren Yahya) ,( Yahya is the Arabic/Islamic version for John), from Egypt, age 19.


00.35 - 01.00

Ghada : Are you hanging out with men? ( in the sense that a girl should only hang out with other girls, like in medieval times)

Kanza : No! no!

Ghada : You want to Embarrass me?

Kanza : Please, 'mom', no more !

and it goes like this for awhile

Sheren : ( laughing out loud)


01.00 - 01.30

Ghada : You want to Embarrass me?

Kanza : I love him, 'mom' !

Ghada : ( shouting something indistinct, while spanking Kanza )

Then, Lea Makhoul , (23, Frensh Lebanese), was calling Ghada's name, as to warn her to be careful not to shout , in the fear her voice might be affected, seeing that it's a

singing competition and all, and Ghada was assuring her that her voice was hurt,( the last time?), because of something else, so shouting has nothing to do with it.

And it goes like this for awhile, with Kanza and her "I love him" excuse, and Ghada belittling that..

01.30 - 01.51

Kanza : ( breaking the role play) That's enough, you've hurt me, ha ha !

Sheren : In the streeeeet, is it necessary to do that squeal?

Ghada: Yes, we do it like that in Tunisia.

Sheren : It's a must?

Ghada : ( noding her head )


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Mrs Wilson was busy preparing the evening meal when her 10year old daughter Emma came in from school.

“Hello mum,” said Emma cheerily.

“I’ll give you hello mum,” retorted her mother sharply.

“Why? What’s up?” asked Emma with a puzzled expression on her face.

“What’s up, what’s up,” repeated her mother angrily, ”you know very well what’s up.”

“No I don’t.” replied Emma, although she could guess.

“I’ve just had a phone call from your form teacher to say that you haven’t handed in any homework this week. You’ve made all sorts of excuses and you’ve told me that you’d done it. Lies, lies and more lies. You’ve shown me up and made it look as if I don’t have any control over you. I’m fed up with your lies and deceit.”

Mum was getting really angry now and Emma was thinking to herself, how am I going to get out of this.

“I’m sorry mum, I won’t do it again, promise,” grovelled Emma.

“You’re dead right you won’t. I want to see all your homework in future and I shall be checking with your teacher to see if it’s done properly,” said mum, standing over Emma with her hands on her hips.

“Oh mum, that’s not fair,” pleaded Emma.

“You’ll have to learn that nothing in this life is fair. Now get upstairs to your room, your bottom has got an appointment with my slipper,” snapped mum.

“Oh no, not that, it really hurt last time I got it,” groaned Emma unconsciously putting her hands on her bottom.

“That was nothing to what you’re going to get this time. Now get upstairs before I really lose my temper,” shouted mum.

Emma could see that her mum was getting very angry and thought better of arguing any further. With a shrug she left the kitchen and went upstairs.

“And don’t forget to take your shoes off,” yelled mum as Emma went along the hall.

Emma made her way upstairs and into her bedroom, took of her coat and sat down on the bed. I’m really for it now she thought. Last time she had the slipper she had to bend over and got eight hard whacks across her skirt so she was thinking perhaps I’ll get twelve this time. She sat there swinging her legs backwards and forwards trying to calm her nerves. It was some time before she heard mums footsteps on the stairs and she instinctively stood up as her mum came into the room.

“Right my girl, I’m going to give you a spanking you won’t forget in a hurry,” said mum smacking her hand with the slipper.

“Please mum, couldn’t you give me some other punishment,” pleaded Emma in a last ditch attempt to avoid the slipper.

“You don’t seem to understand anything but a spanking,” replied mum walking over and sitting on the end of the bed.

“Now come here” she snapped grabbing hold of Emma’s arm and pulling her round to her right hand side.

“What are you doing?” squealed Emma.

“Giving you something I should have done a long time ago,” said mum.

“I always have to bend over for the slipper,” complained Emma.

“Not this time,” replied mum pulling Emma over her lap and then lifting her skirt up.

“No” cried Emma putting her hand back to try to stop mum pulling up her skirt.

“Oh yes, and those knickers are coming down as well,” replied mum reaching into the waistband of Emma’s blue school knickers and pulling them down to her knees, despite Emma’s desperate attempts to stop it.

Mum then pulled Emma into a comfortable position and put her arm round her waist and gripped her tightly.

“Now then young lady, I want to hear you say sorry.”

There was a pause and a mumbled sorry from Emma.

“Say it properly as if you mean it,” snapped mum.

Emma said it in a loud voice.

“That’s better, now let’s get this done,” stated mum firmly.

Emma took a deep breath and grabbed hold of the legs of the chair. This was a familiar position for her for a hand spanking but not for the slipper.

Whack.

Emma winced as the slipper landed on her left cheek.

Whack

She winced again as this time it was on the right one.

Whack Whack Whack Whack

Emma hadn’t experienced a sting quite like this before. She bit her lip and wriggled to try to hold off the sting.

“Keep still,” ordered mum. “I’ve hardly started.”

“Please mum, it hurts real bad,” complained Emma.

“It’s meant to. It’s meant to teach you a lesson.”

Whack! “Oooww.”

Whack! “Ouuch.”

Whack! “Ooow.”

Whack! “No, please.”

The whacks continued, first the left cheek and then the right. Emma squealed and kicked but it made no difference, mum was determined this time to make it count.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Three juicy stingers right in the middle of Emma’s backside.

“Ooooowwww.”

“Oooooouuch.”

“Yeeeooow”

“Please stop mum,” snivelled Emma, tears now running down her cheeks.

“Not until I’m satisfied that you’ve learned your lesson,” retorted mum raising the slipper again.

Whack! “Oooww.”

Whack! “Aaaggh.”

Whack! “Ouuch.”

Again the whacks continued and Emma now screamed and kicked. She was certainly learning her lesson alright.

At last mum relented and stopped. Emma lay across her lap crying bitterly, her backside glowing a deep red colour.

“Now are you sorry?” asked mum.

“Yes.” came the tearful reply.

“Get up then” said mum.

Emma slowly raised herself and stood up her hands going straight to her stinging backside.

“Now, I don’t ever want to have to do that again,” said mum standing up, “I’ll call you when your meal’s ready and make sure you do your homework.”

Mum then walked out and left Emma standing rubbing her backside.

Although Emma was still in tears she managed to poke her tongue out as her mother went out. She then went over to her dressing table and looked at her burning backside in the mirror. Silly old cow, she said to herself, I’ll get my own back on her one day. She then pulled up her knickers and threw herself down on her bed and continued crying.

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I shouldn't really be posting here, but I had to say something somewhere because what I discovered tonight I found to be of profound interest.

Like many of you, I'm sure, I first encountered the so-called "Spencer Plan" years ago on the internet, back in the 90s in fact. I was of course more taken with its salacious details when I first came across than I was concerned with its provenance, and so I read the now-familiar story about this thing becoming something of a sensation when it first appeared in the 30s, and Dorothy Spencer being inundated with requests for information, accepting it for truth without a second thought.

In subsequent years I wondered some about the fuzzy details of this thing, but it hardly seized control of my mind. Many years after I initially read about the plan, I finally came across an article that once-and-for-all articulated the skepticism I had felt in a vague way about this supposed first-half-of-the-twentieth-century phenomenon. The person had done his/her research, and in much more detail than I could have, laid out the case against it (the details I am about to provide come from the talk page on the Spanking Art Wiki article for the Spencer Spanking plan; what became of the original article, or where I found it, are lost to me):

1. There is no verifiable mention of the existence of such a plan before the 1966 publication of a book by John Barry called Chastisement published by Brandon House.

2. Searches for any original copy of the book come up empty, even on rare book sites; this seems odd for a book that was supposedly very popular.

3. A search of the Library of Congress catalogue turns up no such title.

4. A similar search of WorldCat, which catalogues books from all over the world, turns up nothing.

5. Not only can no original copy of the book be found, or any record it was ever published, but contemporary mention of the phenomenon it supposedly started cannot be be found anywhere... before John Barry in 1966.

I read the article I found making these same basic points years ago, and thought that I was impressed by whoever did that research, wished I had done it, and thought, "That is that. It's a fake, as I suspected, and it was written by John Barry."

Occasionally I still think about it and wonder if any more investigation has been done or if the internet has largely caught up with the times and revised its opinion as to the authenticity of the piece. Tonight was one of those nights. On the same page where I read a summary of the case against the Spencer plan (see above), I saw a brief rebuttal, which referred to a catalogue of copyrights for pamphlets. A little hunting to track down what the OP had said and - DAMN - there it is, in black and white:

https://books.google.com/books?id=jl5bA ... ng&f=false

Someone had copyrighted the title Spanking Plan, and the name associated with it was Dorothy Spencer - and this was done in 1937.

So why no copies anywhere? Why no mention? I thought about this and considered that a copyright is not a publication - lots of things get copyrighted that are never published. So perhaps this Dorothy Spencer copyrighted this thing and never got it published or even attempted to get it published. Years later, by pure happenstance, John Barry comes across the title, and, as a writer of erotica, picks up on it and embellishes the story and voila! The legend is born. But the problem with this is, as best as I can tell, this single reference to Dorothy Spencer's Spanking Plan is not cross-referenced in any way, anywhere. So unless he came across it by pure accident - and what was he doing, thumbing through the 1937 register of copyrights? - how would he have gotten the name and title right? Seems like too much of a long shot; it seems more likely that he knew about it because, in some form, it existed.

So, who was this Dorothy Spencer? The listing I link to provides precious little information, not even a place of registration (and, as I said, registration for copyright does not equal publication, so we can't be sure it was ever truly "published" as we would commonly understand that term). So it's hard to limit her by location, since we have no information, and there is also the distinct possibility that "Dorothy Spencer" was a pseudonym.

Nevertheless, I tried searching around for Dorothy Spencer on the internet before it finally occurred to me to search that same record of copyrights for 1937 to see if there was anything else published by someone with the same name. And there was one hit: a young anthropologist who was a sometime lecturer at the University of Pennsylvania was published in a book that was a compendium of essays commemorating, I believe, the 25th anniversary of Penn's anthropology department. Her article was on native Fijians and their dreams. Her name and the title of her article are listed here:

https://books.google.com/books?id=F31aA ... 37&f=false

A little more hunting and I found a scholarly book on Google, published much more recently, which references Spencer's work and explains that she had some interest in the sexual dreams of the people she was studying. I thought that was intriguing enough that I kept digging, and I found that it turns out that the University of Pennsylvania holds most of this woman's hand-written notes from years of research and visiting with native tribes in various parts of the globe; indeed, they have made a recent project of cataloguing those notes and making them available to researchers, although they have not been typed up.

And then, the motherlode:

This article details some of the work that was done cataloguing her notes, and discusses the work that she did. The writer of the article says, about 3/4 of the way down the page:


I was quite intrigued by the relatively frequent mention of punishments for mischievous boys, both in the meeting cards and others. I don’t know if we can properly call these boys delinquent, they just seem to be your garden-variety local troublemakers–bored boys being boys, so to speak. Regardless, it was interesting to see how common corporal punishment appeared, with the boys being punished for conscious actions such as stealing and holding a servant boy underwater, to seemingly chance occurrences like being stung by bees. There was no further context around that last one, so I couldn’t ascertain whether the boys were purposefully disturbing the bees, or if there was a taboo on being stung, or what. Regardless, corporal punishment appeared rather commonplace in the Munda villages, with fathers beating their sons for correction, and the wife of a man named Laro beating him for being too careless with their baby!


Here's a link to the image of her hand-written note on the subject: https://pennrare.files.wordpress.com/20 ... page_3.jpg

Could it be that a scholar who lectured at the University of Pennsylvania and researched native peoples in their native habitats was also the infamous author of the "spanking plan"?

There isn't all that much out there about Dorothy Spencer - either one, but in this case I am talking about the scholar whose work we know. A final little interesting mystery here is this: we know when and where she was born - Chester, PA, in 1907 - but one must assume, at 109, she is dead - and yet there seems to be nothing about the circumstances of the end of her life. I've done all the research I can do tonight and assuming she is dead it should be easy enough to find out when and where it happened - but if she is dead, it would appear an institution as big and with as many resources as UPenn doesn't know it (check out the "Creator" listing on page 3).

Statistics: Posted by scholar — Wed Aug 24, 2016 6:54 am

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Stories • Re: Homework Trouble

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You are so very prolific. I enjoy your writing.

Statistics: Posted by adam24u — Wed Aug 24, 2016 6:32 pm

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Stories • Re: Love and Spanking 08

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great story. I love otk the best esp. when a naughty girl not only asks to be spanked otk, but seems to enjoy it as well. I love that everyone is spanked and spanks I think that is a wonderful arrangement. Thanks for sharing such great stories.
Have a great day.
Jim

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General • Re: Dorothy Spencer Spanking Plan

August 24, 2016, 6:06 pm
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I have a copy of an advertisement (classified ad) that appeared in The Wichita Daily Times (Wichita Falls) on Monday September 23, 1929 for information on adult spanking provided by Dorothy Spencer. Inquires were to be sent to a post office box in Tucson, Arizona. So the name Dorothy Spencer is first associated with adult spanking in the 1920s. The date of this advertisement (which I would just place here if this format allowed me) is just weeks before the stock market crashes.
Sweetspot

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Chross you upload three videos but what about another two? Thanks

Statistics: Posted by vegeta — Sat Aug 27, 2016 4:19 pm

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Mainstream Spankings • Two spanking scenes in the egyptian movie; too young to love,1966. ( M/F)

August 28, 2016, 1:29 am
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two spanking scenes in an Egyptian film, both are ( M / F )


- An important note:

I wanted to put subtitles with the clip, so I've uploaded them to a file sharing site, and I've tried to see if the rules' thread allow the usage of external file sharing site. And, since I found nothing against it, I presume it's fine. But if it isn't, then I apologize; I just want it to have subtitles with it. Also, sorry about the rather large size of the clip; I'm not good with technology.

- Basic informations :

the url :
https://mega.nz/#!mFlDCSbb!YeULmymqb_NY ... 2UgyVZAx_0


the Spankee:

سعاد حسني Soad Hosny, 23 at the time of the film. She's kind of a goddess in the egyptian cinema, and nicknamed the Cinderella of Arabic Cinema.

the spankers:

1- نور الدمرداش Noor Al-demerdash

2- رشدي أباظة Rushdy Abaza, 40 at the time of the film. He's also considered to be the perfect gentleman of the egyptian cinema. Some critic has said: ( no man should be jealous of Rushdy Abaza, and no woman should be jealous of Soad Hosny; they are simply out of everybody's league!)

- about the movie and its plot:

_spoiler alert !_

It's an Egyptian movie, and the year of production is 1966, and it's described as a romantic comedy film. The title in Arabic is ( صغيرة على الحب ), literally means young/small for love. And can be translateded to 'Not quallified to love' , but the more accurate translation, given the theme of the film, would be ' too young to love'. And to say it's a B-movie is an understatement.

In the first scene, we see Sameeha, the twenty one singer, ( played by Soad Hosny ( Arabic:سعاد حسني (January 26, 1943 – June 21, 2001) ) dressed as a child, after finding out that the singing audition the national TV is holding was meant for children, so, she posed as one. Her fiance Salah ( played by Noor Al-demerdash, Egyptian actor, 1925-1994 ) was working, and the kids outside the apartment was annoying him, and, being short-sighted, he mistook his fiancee for one of them, and spanked her .

The second scene is kind of hard to explain without giving a short summary to the whole film, and given how stupid the film is, I'll try my best to be impartial;

1- Sameeha is engaged to Salah, and her big sister; Kareema is married to Salah's big brother; Shakir, and she visiting her older sister in Cairo to attend to a singing audition, her fiance is also in his older brother's apartment, but the married couple has left for Alexandria to arrange their younger siblings' wedding with Sameeha's parents, leaving the engaged couple alone with an old housekeeper/nursemaid; nanny Aziza.

2- Kamal, played by Rushdy Abaza (Egyptian Arabic: رشدي أباظة‎‎) (August 1926 – 27 July 1980) , is a television director, and wants to make a little Operetta about a child having feelings for a young man, and magically transformed into a young woman to fall in love with him ( * I know; creepy af). So he wants a child singer, and the adult women will be played by his fiancee; Nadia.

3- Kamal mistook Sameeha for a child, and she fooled him once again imposing as her older sister, Kareema, this time in a dress, and kept meeting him as an adult and as a child. she mistook him for a single man, and wanted a relationship with him , in the adult form of Kareema. Her fiance, Salah, tried to force her to kiss him, while still dressed as child, and Kamal, unkowingly, mistook him for a pedophile, and insisted that Sameeha leaves Salah's apartment, and moves in to his and his grandmother's large house, along with her nanny.

4- amid all of this, Kamal falls in love with Sameeha, in the Kareema form, and admits his love to her, only to be caught by his fiancee. And Sameeha, shocked by the relization that he's engaged, flee. Then he breaks up with his fiancee, goes straight to Sameeha's house to make up with Sameeha, in the Kareema form, only to find her sister's husband, who heard the story from his brother, there. And after the initial misunderstanding, Kamal realizes that Sameeha has fooled him all along, and goes back to his house to set things straight with her.

And that is the beginning of the second scene;

She , oblivious to his recent realization of her trick, still plays the child act, and he plays along. And, knowing that she loves him, he lies to her saying that he doesn't like her sister, and that he only acted interested in her so that she still allows her baby sister to sing in his production, and she throws a temper tantrum because she thinks he toyed with her emotions for his personal gain. And then things get weird, he ordered her to be a good girl, still acting as if he thinks she's a child, and goes to sleep, and to close her eyes, and then he kisses her on the mouth, she slaps him, and he declares that only 'hitting' will teach her, and spanks her.

in the final part of the film, through a long turn of events, they admit their love for each other, and she plays both the child and the adult charactrers of the operetta, and he tells her he wants to marry her, and she asked him if he wants to marry Sameeha or Kareema, and he answers: " Sameeha!", to which she replys : " but Sameeha is too young to love" .

Statistics: Posted by faryak — Sun Aug 28, 2016 9:29 am

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Mainstream Spankings • Re: Two spanking scenes in the egyptian movie; too young to love,1966. ( M/F)

September 1, 2016, 12:56 am
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Excellent Post !!! Thanks a lot. The clips were floating around before, but nobody knew they were from the same picture, let alone could identify it. Thanks especially for the illuminating background information and the revealing subtitles. Great work. Yours maitrefesseur

Statistics: Posted by maitrefesseur — Thu Sep 01, 2016 8:56 am

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