House Warming

“…great, I’ll see you in about 20 minutes then,” I said then hung up the phone.

My new home. A spacious one bedroom, well I didn’t need any more room than that there was only me and of course my gorgeous cat.

“He’s coming over Henry,” I said to my cat as he purred happily on the corner of my dark comfy sofa. “So, you had better behave. No rubbing against him and leaving your fur everywhere, I’m the only one allowed to rub against him. Got it?”

Henry licked a paw, closed his eyes and purred louder. “I’ll take that as a yes then.”

I looked around and decided it was tidy enough. I had no intention of fussing, what you see is what you get, this is my place I will do as I please here. With that in mind I went to the kitchen and put a particularly large wooden spoon I had purchased on the counter.

TV didn’t much interest me so I put on a Sam Brown CD and curled up on the sofa to flick through a magazine. Henry decided my spot looked comfier than his and he was soon curled up with me.


The doorbell rang and I almost jumped out of my skin, not being used to the sound. I shuffled to the door in my slippers, straightened my skirt, raked my fingers through my hair and opened it.

“Hi Geoff! Come in,” I said gesturing him into my home.

“Hi Melanie,” he replied and stepped in to kiss me hello. I returned the kiss and added a hug.

“Come through, there’s not much to see but it is cosy.”

“It’s nice and you seem to be all settled in. Didn’t know you had a cat.”

“Oh, that’s Henry. Don’t let him take advantage of you. Can I get you something to drink? Tea, coffee, wine?”

“Tea would be great, thanks.”

Geoff wandered over and petted Henry then followed me into the kitchen. He immediately noticed the wooden spoon on the counter. Laughing he picked it up.

“Hmm, now what is this doing out when there appears to be no cooking going on?”

“One likes to be prepared for all eventualities,” I said with a cheeky grin on my face then turned back to the task of making tea for two.

I heard the spoon before I felt it but yelped all the same. This wasn’t how things were meant to go. Time to improvise. Turning around I grabbed the spoon out of Geoff’s hand and backed him up to my new dining table. His eyes lit up with mischief and something else…anticipation.

“This is my new dining table; do you like it?” I asked him and gripping his arms I spun him around to have a better look.

“Very nice,” he said.

“Take a closer look.” I gently pushed his back so that he lays over the dining table in the perfect position for me to use the wooden spoon on his backside. I wasted no time and bring it down hard on the seat of his pants.

“I had the spoon first!” he grumbled.

“Aww, too bad you didn’t hold onto it.” I then set up a good pace whacking each cheek as hard as I could. “I bet you can hardly feel that through those jeans.”

“Trust me,” he said, “I can feel it.”

“Nahh, not well enough. Stand up.” Geoff stood and attempted to turn around. “Ah, ah, ah, stay where you are.” I undid his belt and then his jeans and let them slide down to his feet before pushing him over the dining table again.

“Having fun Melanie?”

“Immensely!” That said I went back to whacking his bottom with abandon. Soon enough I got the few grunts of pain I hoped for.

I moved away, pulled out one of the dining room chairs and seated myself. “Get those trousers and underpants off. Time for a real spanking.”

Geoff stood again, a little breathless this time but still grinning all the same. “That was a real spanking.”

“No, no it wasn’t, come along,” I said and smiling patted my knees. I handed him the wooden spoon when he was in place. “Here, hold onto this for a while.”

Getting comfortable I held him tightly around the waist and then started smacking his bare bum with my hand. Light to medium spanks only including the tops of Geoff’s thighs, that always got his attention. He was a little tender and pink from the wooden spoon so my hand was making an impression quickly. Harder spanks had the odd ‘ow’ coming out much to my delight.

“Well you have always made it clear you were happy to have a spanking ‘just because’ so here we are,” I stated as I continued spanking though my hand was starting to feel it.

“Indeed, I do, as do you, won’t be long before you too shall be squirming and singing.”

“Yes, but not just yet. Be a good chap and pass me the wooden spoon.”

“So soon?”

“Are you complaining?” I added a few very hard spanks with my words.

“No, no, just asking.”

“Hmm…” I alternated hard with soft spanks to keep him guessing and ensuring the target area got its just deserts.

“Geoff, can you reach one of my slippers?” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied and without being asked removes my left slipper and hands it up to me.

“You see, you are a good boy and we know what happens to good boys don’t we?” I brought the slipper down hard across his sit spots.

“Yes, we do.”


“Yes, we do, ma’am.”

I laughed and applied the slipper with vigour, alternating slow with fast, soft with hard. When both of Geoff’s cheeks were a lovely deep shade of pink and I was getting regular grunts of pain only then was I satisfied.

“All done, you did very well. I don’t have any cream in here, we shall have to go into the bedroom for that,” I added slyly.

He knelt next to my chair catching his breath a little red in the face. I caught his chin in my hand and kissed him. “You alright?”

“Yes, I didn’t expect that.”

“Decided to start as I mean to go on, besides I had to make sure my new dining suite was up to it.”

“Yeah right, any excuse will do, now my turn.”

“What? Oh, but I have to get the cream.” I jumped up and tried to run off with Geoff hot on my heels. My slipper slowed me down and he caught me before I got out of the lounge. I soon found myself face down on my own bed over Geoff’s lap, skirt up and knickers being tugged down.

“This is your house warming present which will be more of a bum warming present,” he said obviously pleased with the turn of events.

“Hang on, I started on your jeans this isn’t fair.”

“That was your prerogative and this is mine. I say on the bare. Now, I seem to remember in our last discussion the mention of six hard ones to start with the hairbrush.”

“No, that was you that said that.”

“Precisely,” Geoff said and brought the wooden hairbrush he had snagged off the dressing table on the way in down on my bottom with little mercy.

“Oooowwww, hey, not fair…Ahhh! Oooh! Ouch! No! Stop!”

“There you go six hard ones, you did well. Mr Hand to continue.”

“Oh, okay then, if you must,” I said and tried to hide my grin, knowing that I wouldn’t be grinning all the time. A perfect house warming present indeed.



Switched with Delight

“…forty, ahhh, forty-one,” she yelped, breathing hard.

“There, a birthday spanking you won’t soon forget. Was it all that you hoped for?” he asked as he rubbed the soothing cream into her burning bottom.

“More than, thank you,” she sighed dreamily still floating somewhere near the ceiling.

“You did very well, I did do it quite hard and thought you might give out around thirty. But no, my brave girl took them all.”

“Yes, and soon your brave girl is going to have some fun of her own.”

“But you are the birthday girl and…”

“And as such can decide whether she wants to spank next or be spanked. I choose to spank,” she turned her head and gave him a delighted and slightly evil grin.

“You want a cup of tea then, or something?” he hedged.

“Nope, just you, my knee, face down. Nowish.”

“A foot massage?”

“Nope,” she said again patting her knee, “I will take it easy…to start.”

He snorted with laughter, then sighed and got into position.

“Over the jeans? Well since I think my hand will be about as effective as swatting a fly with a toothpick I am forced to start with something a little sturdier. How about Larry the leather paddle?”

“Can you not give them male names when you use them on me.”

She rolls her eyes. “Okay Lucy the leather paddle,” and finishes by bringing it down hard on his backside.


“Got your attention, did it? No more back-chat my boy or things will get worse for you.”

She hears him laughing.

“Are you laughing at me?” And before he is able to answer starts whacking away with glee and abandon. “You will be laughing on the other side of your face when you feel this on the bare.”

“No doubt,” he replied as more laughter spilled out.

“All right get those jeans off now. Let’s see if I can get make you sing a real happy birthday to me.”

“This was supposed to be your spanking remember.”

“Indeed, and it is my spanking…my spanking of you and I can’t remember enjoying my birthday more. We’ll have tea and cake to celebrate later…much later.”

Holding him in place she started on the first of what would be much more than forty swats.


Switching Proposal

Special thanks to Darren for his assistance with this story.


Deidre sat in the company board room alone. The place was empty; a state-wide public holiday meant a skeleton staff was required. She, apparently, was the skeleton.

The company was looking at switching storage companies and a representative was coming to entice her to make the change; another poor soul who had to work instead of enjoying the day off.

Sighing she glanced over the proposal but her mind drifted to the chat she had with her online friend that morning. Smiling she remembered his flirty words threatening a spanking for her use of words he didn’t like; of course, she did it on purpose as he well knew. Later his talk of kissing her pretty toes that never failed to get her attention and the subsequent discussion on the dire consequences if his ministrations did not meet with her approval. Her threat of a sharp hand spanking over her knee to improve his disposition had them throwing innuendo and suggestion back and forth. Deirdre laughed thinking on this and smiled, pleased, over having met such a kindred spirit. They had many things in common including having to work on a public holiday.

A loud annoying ‘ding’ brought her out of her reverie. Her one o’clock appointment was on time. Time for work; she stood, smoothed her skirt, straightened her jacket, and checked her hair before heading for reception.

Deidre greeted the representative who was neatly attired in a suit, his dark hair trimmed and blue eyes clear. She noted his eyes flickered, just for a moment, to her shoes. She wore her favourite strappy black heels that had a tasteful bow over the top of the foot displaying her painted toe nails through the sheer stockings to perfection.

“Deidre Anderson,” she said putting out her hand.

“Karl Wayne,” he said taking her hand for a firm shake.

They frowned at one another a moment as if something here was important, Deidre shook her head and smiled. “This way Karl,” and lead him to the board room.

The meeting went as expected and was over soon enough. The nagging thought that this Karl was her online friend refused to budge from Deidre’s mind. Her online friend was also called Karl, though she referred to him as ‘falcon’ and this man fit some of the things she knew of him. Of course, it was a coincidence but the suspicion remained.

“You know,” Karl started and then cleared his throat, “you seem very familiar to me, as if we have met before.”

“Yes,” Deidre replied slowly, “I was just thinking something similar.”

“You wouldn’t frequent Featherdale Wildlife Park by any chance? It’s a bird’s paradise, thought maybe I had seen you there.”

Deidre stared at him and realised her mouth gaped open, shut it with an audible click and replied weakly. “I can’t say I’ve ever been there. Oh, but I do love birds, very much.”

“Of course, who doesn’t. If I was to make a guess I would say you like watching the smaller birds, of the cooing variety.”


Karl frowned at her choice of words and she burst out laughing.

“Dee Dee, you really are a brat,” Karl said using her nickname, one of her nicknames and her eyes shone with merriment and perhaps a hint of something else.

“Falcon,” she said as she stood.

“Colombe,” he said as he stood and faced her.

Their hands touched and the first two fingers overlapped and clung for a moment. They looked at each other, a short glance that exchanged a million words and feelings. Then the fingers parted and they were themselves once again.

“Who was to go first?” Karl asked.

“You, remember, after all I am the novice and you must set the example.”

“I think that’s topping from the bottom.”

“Well since we both top and bottom I think it makes little difference.”

“Right, one sore bottom coming up then. Over the table; courage little bird.”

Karl brought his palm down smartly on her covered bottom. Smack, smack, smack, a dozen maybe more, at least enough to stop her cheeky tirade.

“This won’t do,” and he hiked her skirt up, takes aim again and delivers just as many hearty blows as hard as he dared.

Her bottom became warm indeed but still this was not how it should be, bare bottom was what they had always discussed.

“Take down your panties young lady.” She immediately complied feeling hot and tingly and not a little aroused.

“It’s as I thought, not just a bad girl but a naughty one as well. Lascivious little bird. Go on wiggle for me.”

Moaning as he rubbed his palm over her heated flesh, she wiggled her bottom hoping he would be naughty too. His fingers dipped a little lower before spanking her again. Six spanks, three hard to each cheek, in quick succession then a slow rub and repeat. He continued this for some time even spanking the tops of her thighs and paying particular attention to her sit spots. Her bottom was getting sore indeed.

“I told you it would be a real spanking, but it appears I only have this belt to continue with.”

“Well, my dear sir, you will have to use it, indeed I shall not stop you, but remember I may not be so lenient when it is my turn.”

“What?” Karl roared with feigned indignation. “Are you threatening me? You are in no position young lady to threaten; indeed, you are in the perfect position to be punished should you do so.”

Deidre giggled at his words, he always made her laugh but soon the belt cracking across her already tender rump stopped her mirth. The belt was wielded well and she thought of nothing but the next stripe, then the exquisite pain that followed. Determined to take as much as she could; it hurt, it hurt like nothing else and she was soon crying out with each stroke but underlying it all was a deep sense of satisfaction.

It was over all too soon and Deidre lay across the table breathing heavily her bottom on fire. Tears pricked her eyes but had not fallen.

“I didn’t want to go too far, it is your first time,” Karl said rubbing his palm soothingly over her red bottom. “I’m not exactly prepared for this, so I don’t have anything to rub you down with. Ice would help if you have some.”

“Not on your life, my dearest Falcon, I have a spanking to deliver,” she said and pushed herself up off the table and gingerly pulled her panties up and pushed her skirt down.

With a flushed face, Deidre seated herself on the nearest chair. She adjusted her position a few times wincing and then pointed to her shoes. Karl wasted no time in getting down on the floor and kissed each of her exposed toes. She squealed as he did this obviously delighted with the attention.

As if to delay the inevitable spanking he had coming, Karl decided to remove her strappy shoes. This meant Deidre had more time to delight in her quite sore bottom, as well as allowing him the pleasure of her pretty toes which she knew he would find satisfying.

Eagerly, she extended a shapely leg and without a trace of her earlier reticence, touched her stocking clad, crimson painted big toe to his lips; silently begging him to kiss them. She felt aroused yet also slightly concerned – after all going from a place where words ruled to an actual physical one was a big step and one they had not prepared for. Being this suggestive and even a little forceful placing what a cruel lover had described as unattractive toes between a pair of warm and welcoming lips was a leap of faith for her. She need not have feared and squealed again as he grinned a massive grin.

“Ask me nicely, DeeDee,” he said.

She continued to rub at his lips and knew this was one of his darkest desires seeing the light of day and hoped he would make the most of it. Karl took hold of the heel and sole, and bending forward kissed away at her dainty foot. She reclined smiling, loving the warm and wet feeling between her toes and secretly enjoying the fact that she had not asked nicely or otherwise.

“I could quite get into having my feet kissed you know,” she said, startling herself with the brazen admission.

Meanwhile, a pair of naughty hands had ventured higher and sneakily pulled down her ‘stay up’ stockings. She looked down to see Karl had the top of her stocking between his lips as he eased it down towards her knee.

“Oooh, you naughty man,” she groaned, by now quite excited, “not content with silky sheer coverings you now want bare toes do you?”

“Well alright,” she continued. “if you want to, you can take my stocking off, but this won’t get you out of the spanking you so richly deserve and desire.”

This was greeted with a husky laugh from Karl who continued pulling the stocking past her calf, towards a shapely ankle, across the sole of her foot, and triumphantly off her toes. Looking down Deidre waggled her foot and raised an expectant eyebrow. She was now very much feeling like the Domina he sometimes referred to her as and he set his warm mouth to her delicate pinkies…

“Enough,” she ordered a short while later, “now over my knee,” and parts her legs so that he can lie over one and she can trap his legs with her other. Once he is well settled she began the spanking trying to put all of the things she had learned into practice. Deidre didn’t hold back she spanked as hard as she could figuring his trousers and underwear afforded some protection. Soon though she wasn’t happy with the arrangement and asked him to remove both.

Back over her knee and she could see his backside was already a little red from her handiwork. Delight shone in her eyes, she hadn’t realised it would be this much fun. She felt decidedly wicked sitting on a very sore and aching bottom whilst she spanked the naked backside of her friend.

“Crimson I think you said,” Deidre stated as she spanked him on the bare. “Yes, I remember now.” Spank, SPAnk, SPANK. “Such a pity we don’t have time for three and out.” SPANK, SPANK, SPANK. “I really do have work to do you know.”

“Crimson it is ma’am. I wish, in no way, to diminish your pleasure.”

“Oh, you naughty man, you are good at this!” So, Deidre spanked all the harder and soon her palm was sore. “Where is that belt?”

“Over by the…”

“Got it! Right, now say please.”


Deidre brought the belt down hard across his sit spots. “Yes, sweety, you will remember me!”

She used the belt carefully having no experience and stopped every four or so to check on the colour, and the heat, as she rubbed her hand over his bottom, was incredible. She soothed his backside for a while and couldn’t help but gently caress other areas that brought a strangled groan from Karl. The flesh marked and angry surprised her but she continued all the same only stopping when he was indeed crimson.

Deidre rubbed his bottom some more before letting him know she was done. Karl slid off her knee, pulled his trousers and underwear back up and sat on his heels to catch his breath. She smoothed the hair off his forehead and he caught her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. He held her eyes and her palm for a moment then stood and straightened his clothing. There was a slight awkward silence as he arranged his papers and she donned her stocking and tidied the chairs.

“Deidre…” he began and she flung her arms around him and gave him a hug. She smiled as his arms circled her then released him and stepped back.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

He bowed. “I have to get back to the office,” he waved the proposal and put it on the table, “let me know if this suits.”

Deidre smiled and nodded.

Karl made to leave and then turned back to her. “Thank you…and I’ll chat with you tomorrow. Now that the ice is well and truly broken perhaps next time we can build up to the spanking with dinner and a movie first.”

“It’s a date,” she smiled and waved him off. Yes, this proposal would work out just fine.