I didn’t write any free spanking stories today, so to make it up to you, here is a picture are two pictures of Rachel Maddow. These should be sufficient.
Rachel Maddow Revolutions
Rachel Maddow Revolutions
Sadie Drops The Cheese | Obeying Rigel
Cheese. It’s milk that’s gone hard, you know. Or as Stephen Fry would say, “the celebration of what happens when milk goes off big-time stylie’”
Here’s a bit of spanking story for you, which is what happens when spanking fantasies congeal into words.
Sunday was a work day, and Sadie had never been so glad to get up early and leave the house. She dressed gingerly, choosing a skirt and knee high tights over pants to avoid excess fabric to ass contact. Rigel had done a proper number on her backside, and it still throbbed gently when she put pressure against her cheeks. Fortunately work involved a fair amount of standing anyway.
She took a moment to straighten her shoulder length blonde streaked hair, gazing at herself in the mirror with a worried expression. She was still in shock that Rigel had dared hit her at all, but then again, Rigel was used to hitting people. She probably thought it was normal.
Smoke and Mirrors | Obeying Rigel
What happened after the bit that happened before…
“Sadie…Sadie…” Sadie stirred to discover that a gentle, but persistent nudging was prodding her awake.
“What?” Sadie muttered, stretching out in her bed and wincing as her bottom spasamed in pain. As the nudging continued, she stuck her head out from under the covers and found herself looking into Rigel’s deceptively kind brown-eyed gaze.
“Oh my god. How did you get in?” Sadie squeaked, lifting her head up over Rigel’s shoulder and seeing that the door was no longer dead bolted. So in addition to being a martial artist, Rigel was apparently some kind of magician to boot.
Rosy Red Bottom Achievement Unlocked | Obeying Rigel
Grab a cup of tea and some bikkies. This is a long (and painful) one.
“I can’t believe you hit me,” Sadie muttered, shifting on her backside as they drove back to her home.
“Has that never happened before? You never got spanked when you were a kid?” Rigel inquired.
“No! That’s abuse!” Sadie exclaimed indignantly.
Rigel looked plainly amused as she glanced over at Sadie. “Do you feel abused?”
“… Not really,” Sadie had to admit finally.
She didn’t know how she felt really. Her bottom didn’t really hurt all that much. There was some sting there, but nothing awful. It was more the embarrassment of being bent over and smacked as if she were some insolent little kid that caused her cheeks to burn.
She Don’t Need No Education | Obeying Rigel
This post bought to you by the guy who idles his V6 engine for half an hour outside my house at midnight.
A little excerpt from the story, designed to tease you into reading more. Think of it as the fluffer of the spanking romance genre. I like my ladies erect.
“Yeah, sorry about today,” Sadie apologized. She was feeling guilty now she knew how much the whole deal meant to Rigel. “I didn’t mean to be disrespectful, not like that.”
“How did you mean to be disrespectful?” Rigel quirked a brow.
Sadie giggled. “You know what I mean, I mean I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
“Ah I see. Well my feelings aren’t hurt. I know where to find you to exact a little discipline.”
“What?” Sadie blanched.
“Actions have consequences, little girl,” Rigel purred.
Rolling her eyes, Sadie regretted having bought up the martial arts thing at all. “Yeah, and the consequence is I won’t crash your class again.”
Rigel reached over and gently traced a finger tip down the back of Sadie’s neck. Her casual, tender touch sent shivers of pleasure down Sadie’s spine, distracting her from her defiance. “That would be a pity. You’d learn a lot from it.”
Sit Down And Eat Your Dinner | Obeying Rigel
This is a third chapter of Obeying Rigel. It’s a quarter to two in the morning on Sunday here. Those two facts are all anyone needs to know about anything. Ever.
For a moment, Sadie forgot to breathe. How could Rigel, a woman she’d only met a few hours before, understand her so completely? Sadie’s brain whirred in high gear for a few long moments before coming to the only logical conclusion. It was a coincidence. Rigel didn’t really know anything. She was bluffing. And if she was bluffing, Sadie could bluff back. A slow smile spread over her face as she took a step back, putting some much needed distance between her and Rigel. “Nice line,” she said cynically.
“I’m sorry?”
“I bet they swoon when you tell them that, don’t they?” Sadie smirked.
Rigel tilted her head as she looked at Sadie. “And who might ‘they’ be?”
Waiting On The Naughty Bench | Obeying Rigel
Oh well. Look here. It’s a rock and roll chapter of Obeying Rigel. With no nuts. Typical.
Held back after class, Sadie squirmed on the bench she’d been sitting on for the past forty minutes, minus the brief few minutes when she’d been getting changed back into her street clothes whilst the rest of the class learned how to yell threateningly at attackers.
Kate had already headed home right after class with a frown set firmly on her face, and by the sounds of the last remnants of fading chatter, everyone else was almost out the door and on their way back wherever they had come from.
The gymnasium had a weird, hollow feeling to it when it was empty. Sadie blamed that for the weird curdling sensation she had in her stomach as she waited for Rigel to finish up in the changing room. A clock at the head of the hall ticked loudly, marking the seconds with rigorous indifference. As she nibbled at her fingernails, Sadie wondered why she’d agreed to stay, or even why had she agreed to sit on the ‘naughty bench’ in the first place. She could have just walked out when Rigel had shown her attitude in the first place. But there was something about the woman, even though she never raised her voice or even seemed angry, that made Sadie stop and listen.
“I must be mental,” Sadie muttered to herself.
Obeying Rigel | A Lesbian Spanking Romance
Snuggly wuggly womance!
“But I don’t want to go, Kate!” Sadie’s voice rose to a pitch of whine that only dogs could hear.
Kate, her tall, brunette and freckled friend laughed as she laced her trainers. “We’re going. We have to go. Don’t you want to be able to defend yourself?”
“No,” Sadie pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’ll find a big bad butch dyke to take care of me.”
“Ugh, Sadie,” Kate wrinkled her nose. Kate was straight. Kate was straight in the same way parallel lines were straight, but she took more pride in her straightness than they could ever do. “Well, it’s too late now, we’re here. Get changed for crying out loud, the class is supposed to start in a minute, I don’t want to be late.”
“Ugh, Kate!” Sadie mocked her friend with a gleam in her eye. “Fine. But I’m doing this for you, remember? She turned and stripped off her shirt and jeans and reluctantly slid into a pair of athletic short shorts and vest, and, as a final touch of athletic style, an 80′s style sweatband that made her short hair stick up over it, transforming her from a pretty girl to something out of a boy band producer’s worst nightmare.
“You’re not going to wear that, are you?” Kate sounded mildly horrified.
The Trouble With Ono | B.R.A.T Stalker
Brat Stalker 5.1
“So this was your idea of discipline?” Darby returned to her line of questioning as Ono stood in the middle of the ring looking vaguely befuddled.
“It was some exercise, a little bit of training. It wasn’t my idea for her to throw herself into the furniture,” Ono replied defiantly.
Chase grinned, both at his description of her escape from the ring and the tone in his voice. She knew that tone all too well, that slightly sulky, sightly defensive tone. He was like a little boy in trouble with mommy and though he stood at well over 6 foot, his expression was one of juvenile guilt as Darby approached.
“I expected a proper punishment,” Darby replied. “If you cannot follow through with your responsibilities, I will follow through with you.”
Ono swallowed visibly. “What… what do you mean?” Chase’s eyes grew wide. She knew exactly what Darby was inferring, and even though he was playing dumb, it looked as though Ono knew exactly what she meant as well.
(more…)
A Fate Worse Than Spanking | B.R.A.T Stalker
There are apparently some things in this life worse than spanking. Who knew?
Brat Stalker 5.0
“You like beer?”
Chase didn’t like beer at all, but the ordeal of the past few days had her ready to leap at anything likely to alleviate stress.
“Yeah, thanks,” she took the offered bottle with a grateful smile at her rescuer.
They were in Ono’s quarters, which were similar to Chase’s, but had the benefit of being much more spacious and well appointed. Evidently working your way up through this place resulted in a few perks.
“You’ve earned it,” Ono winked as he spread out in a comfortable arm chair and took a swig from his own brew.
“I’ve earned something,” Chase said mournfully, picking at the label on her bottle. “Darby is going to kill me.”
(more…)
