The Punishment Files: Volumes 1-3: Thirty Spanking Stories

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I was concerned about being trapped in this thing. Not that I was about to run out and bang the first woman I met on the street, but I confess I do occasionally masturbate when Mary’s not around. Four months would be a very long time before my next release, I thought. I’m used to a couple times a week—maybe three or four, some weeks. Especially since I’m not getting any action from my wife. But if the key is readily available… I’d never need it except when I’m home and Mary is either out for the day or down for the night. What the hell. I hate conflict and the girls have this all worked out. Sure beats talking to lawyers. And it would satisfy a certain curiosity. Dirty girl!" she said again. "You can't keep any part of yourself clean, and now you're making a mess of the kitchen. I guess it's up to us to clean up again!" Jacob raised a large hand to her face, grabbed her cheek, and gently pulled her lip from her teeth with his thumb. At the Reynolds’ home, punishments were considered sacred. If you were due one, you got it, regardless of where you were or who was around. This meant that over the years Stacy had been spanked in front of aunts and uncles, cousins, friends, her pastor, and even complete strangers. She’d been subject to public spankings in parks, restaurants, gas stations, and malls. Five or six, you keep your jeans," he said, "three or four, you keep your panties, one or two, I paddle you bare. This roll counts towards your total swats."

Now and then, Mary would get depressed about the passing years and having to start over, but when that happened, Mary’s lifelong friend, Sue, would be there to support her. We saw a lot of Sue, those days. If you’re republishing online, you must link to the URL of this story on propublica.org, include all of the links from our story, including our newsletter sign up language and link, and use our PixelPing tag. Now, since you seem to be having difficulty following instructions, we’re going to add a little incentive so you can remember to do as you’re told.” Jacob unbuttoned her jeans and slowly pulled them down, letting them drop to her ankles. He then hooked his fingers around the waistline of her panties and pulled them down to join her jeans. His kind choice had stung sense into her without great discomfort. She deserved whatever he prescribed. His moderate discipline drove her determination to support him with excellence tonight. I put on a clean pair of boxers, jeans, a polo shirt and my crocs and left the bathroom in search of dinner. I walked into the kitchen, brandished the key for the ladies to see, and put it in the corner of the drawer we use for small tools and random stuff.Kudos to that sub teacher for catching the quirk at the start of junior school, bless her little pudding-bum, though much of the scarring had taken hold by then.

After Viennese shortbread accompanying rose-petal panna cotta, she drew Mrs. Davenport aside while their men chatted. Her discreet stinging bottom had lasted an hour, settling into a pleasant promise. Over and over the cane came down on my poor butt and upper thighs. I was now wailing and crying out the count, my crying and sobbing so pathetic that by the 14th stroke I was ready to barter anything to avoid the last. The fifteenth stroke was piercing and I felt my skin break.

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Barb lets out a long wail and starts to cry. She’s bawling through the ring gag, shaking all over, legs spread like she’s begging me to reach in and unplug her.

So Stacy decided to forge her parents’ signature on the note. She practiced in between writing her essay and by Sunday she could mimic both their handwriting styles and signed the paper. The next day she handed in her essay and the parental notification form, which were both accepted. Stacy had escaped free and clear! A husband is suddenly inspired to spank his wife just before she goes to work each morning. (1,955 words.) The removal of a person from memory may take several forms. For instance, the name of a person may be scratched away from public inscriptions. In addition, statues of a condemned individual could be reworked, and the faces of their images mutilated. His voice was barely a whisper, “This is so you won’t be able run again, Sara. You’ll be here forever with me, always. Doesn’t it sound magical?”

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Oh God," moaned Stacy. She argued as much as she dared, which wasn’t much, for she could see her parents were furious at her behavior and she couldn’t really disagree. She did deserve spanking, but did it have to be in front of her boy cousins? You can only imagine the expression on our young faces when the teapot came out—sugar cubes and cake, after all that gardening work. Shame masks were a type of embarrassing punishment device used in Europe and New World colonies during the 17th and 18th centuries. It was meant to humiliate the person who was forced to wear it. The masks were made of cold, unyielding metal and would have been tortuous when fitted tightly on the offender’s head. We were high school sweethearts. I was the class nerd, into math and science, and Mary was the poet, never without a good book. My social skills were limited to answering direct questions with direct answers, rarely initiating a conversation. She was friendly and outgoing—at least compared to me—but not a risk taker.