From the Sarah Saga, with thanks to Topcat599 Frank and Sarah's story began here *** “That was an amazing scene.” “What?” Sarah asked, genuinely confused. The night had barely begun and, here among newish friends, she’d yet to establish the sort of connection she needed before feeling comfortable submitting to a spanking or anything … Continue reading Strangers No More
There is something particularly awful about being bared for a spanking. Bad enough knowing that it will be on the bare bottom, but having one's clothing removed by another in preparation is an exquisitely embarrassing and intimate invasion.
From the Sarah Saga Sarah came home to find Brian seated on the sofa, already in spanking position. “You think you’re clever do you?” he asked, hefting the copy book she had left for him. His half-smirk told her that, despite his words, he appreciated the humour in her essay. After all the … Continue reading Leading and Learning: Closer to the Edge
I'm not one to run, and not very fast. I make exceptions for things like being chases by bears. . . or, perhaps, spankers.
From the Sarah Saga Sarah stood up, stretched, and smiled with relief as the bus finally pulled into the station- a euphemism if there ever was one. The station consisted of a quiet turnaround point, small carpark, and wholly inadequate shelter. Fortunately the threatening storm had held off, and Sarah was mostly dry as she … Continue reading Leading and Learning: In Unexpected Places
So easy to loose one's balance with the waves, smooth rocks, not to mention the spanking. Falling would only make matters worse, with the spanking continuing on a wet bottom. Unless, of course, she can swim fast enough to excape. . .
Sarah glanced around the darkened club and tried not to panic. She’d never felt quite so uncomfortable in her life, and she wasn’t even being spanked. Not yet, anyway, and perhaps not at all with the way she had chosen to dress. She took a deep breath as she glanced at the scantily clad … Continue reading In Uniform