F/M Spanking Story – Dana Kane’s Spanking Story Contest Entry

This is a story I wrote about the only time my girlfriend, M,
(now my ex) spanked me in front of someone else:

M’S VISITOR

I used to date a woman named M who was the kind of person
who liked to take charge.  In a conversation with her one
night about how we were punished growing up,
I revealed to her that I used to get spanked by my Aunt (***)
  To make a long story short, when Mary saw how
respectful I was to my Aunt even as an adult, she decided that
 it wouldn’t be such a bad idea if she spanked me when I deserved it,

It was about eight o’clock p.m. on a weekday, and I was waiting in
my studio apartment for M to come over, with both anticipation
and dread.  In a telephone conversation the night before, we had
some silly argument about where to go on vacation, and M became
quite perturbed, but I thought I avoided a spanking because the
conversation ended with our agreeing to meet for lunch (we worked about
10 blocks away from each other).  M also said she would spend the
night at my apartment.  But for some reason, I didn’t put the lunch
date in my calendar, and I totally forgot to meet her.  I
realized this when I got a message from her at about
five p.m., letting me know that I stood her up for lunch. 
She said she was going out with friends for dinner and drinks,
and that when she came over that evening, as she so eloquently
put it, “the back of my hairbrush and your bare butt are going to
get up close and personal.”

At about ten p.m., the doorman rang my buzzer to let me know I
had visitors.  I thought I had misheard because, of course,
I was only expecting my girlfriend, but then when I opened
the door, I saw both M and her close friend, S.  When
they came inside, both slightly buzzed with the scent of
alluring perfume, cigarette smoke and cocktails, I kissed M
warmly on the lips, and gave S a peck on the cheek.  M said,
“I thought I would bring S over for a nightcap,” and
she asked me to open a bottle of wine.  I always felt a
little funny around S because I knew she disciplined her husband
by spanking and by other means, plus I knew that M has told her
everything about our disciplinary relationship.  In
fact, S helped M pick out the paddle style hairbrush she uses on me. 
Just as unsettling was the fact that S is gorgeous, with her
beautiful Scandinavian complexion, long straight blond hair,
bright blue eyes, and athletic lithe body.  More than once,
M spanked me because she caught me staring at S.  The fact
that she’s a lawyer who works in a high-powered
corporate firm, who on that evening was wearing a perfectly tailored
charcoal business suit, the skirt of which stopped well short
of her knees, only added to the appeal.

After I poured the wine, I wondered if M (who looked incredible
herself, in her navy blue tank top with matching jacket,
and tight designer jeans), forgot about my spanking, or whether
she was just waiting for S to leave.  When we finished
our glasses of wine, M suddenly said, “OK, you know we have some
business to attend to.  I will not tolerate you arguing with me
about silly things.  But, what has earned you a date with my
hairbrush was how you stood me up for lunch.  How many times
have I told you to write thinks like that down, so you don’t
forget?  Get ready for your punishment.”

I looked over at S, felt myself blush, and said to M, “aren’t
you going to wait until S leaves.”  S pretended to look at
the books on my bookshelf.  M responded, “You know S knows all
about this aspect of our relationship, and how, in fact, she
was instrumental to my learning how to become your disciplinarian. 
You also know that she disciplines her husband the same
way, and quite a bit more severely at that.  I won’t ask you again.”

The room had just got much warmer, and my throat tightened up,
but, as is the routine when I was about to be corrected by M,
I stripped to my underpants and waited by the foot of the bed. 
I was hoping beyond hope that before M removed my
last garment of clothing and pulled me over her lap, she would ask
S to leave so that she could punish me privately.  But nothing doing. 
M sat in front of me on the bed, and repeated why she was going
to spank me.  She added to the list the fact that my apartment
was messy.  “I didn’t know you would bring a guest!” I said,
but M explained that it was too messy for her, guest or not.

As I faced her and away from S, she pulled down my briefs and
I stepped out of them.  “Now bring my my hairbrush, it’s in
my purse” said M in her sternest voice.  As I turned just my
head around, I saw that her purse was on the small table
next to the easy chair where S was seated.  “But M!” I started
to plead.

“I told you to get my brush.  Do I need to repeat myself again?” 
M said this in such a tone of voice that I knew I would be
very sorry if I defied her.  I quickly turned around with my
hands over my privates, practically ran to her purse, reached
in it to get the brush (with one hand still covering myself
as best I could) and returned to M.  I avoided making any
eye contact with S, but I could almost feel her eyes on me. 
I handed M the brush and she pulled me over her lap.  I
looked over towards S, and saw her stand up and come closer
so she could get a better view. 

M began her spanking and I knew she was showing off to S
because she spanked with particular zeal.  Instead of alternating
buttocks, which is how she usually spanks, she smacked each
cheek ten times hard.  Then she started alternating. 
“Now[SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK], not only did you
argue with me on the phone [SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK],
but I just won’t tolerate you not writing down our lunch
appointment [SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK], and
you standing me up [SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK].  And then I come over [SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK] to find your apartment a mess [SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK SMACK] made more embarrassing [SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK] by the fact that S is with me [SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK]. 
Am I getting through to you? [SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK]. 
A pause of about 10 seconds, then approximately another ten
to each cheek.  This was most she had ever lectured during
any spanking up through that time.

During the first twenty, I gritted my teeth and took my
punishment silently not wanting to be embarrassed in front of
S, but when she started lecturing me with
the swatting in between, it just was too painful, and I howled
and begged her to stop.  After the final 20 swats, I was bawling,
and I assured her repeatedly that she had gotten through to me. 
Of course I promised her I wouldn’t argue with her
anymore, would never stand her up again, and would keep my apartment
clean — anything to stop her wicked hairbrush from descending
again and again on my incredibly sore butt.

She ordered me to get off her lap, return her brush to her purse,
and to stand in the corner with my hands clasped on top of my head. 
S, who was standing right behind me, said to M, “look how red
you’ve made his cute little bottom!  To me,
there’s nothing quite like a freshly spanked male ass!”  I’m so
proud of you M. What an effective disciplinarian you are.” 

Through my pain and tears, I heard M say thanks, and they
started talking about something else as if I weren’t in the room. 
“Well at least,” I thought, “S isn’t focused on me and seems to
have forgotten about me.”  S, who had returned to the chair she
was sitting in before, then said, “M, I ran out of
cigarettes at the restaurant.  Can I borrow one of yours?”   
M said she could and said she would join her, and I heard her
opening her cigarette case.  

“You can come out of the corner for the meantime to light our
cigarettes,” said M.  I turned around again covering up as best
I could with my hands, and went to put on my clothes.  “Did I
tell you that you could get dressed?” asked M.  I wouldn’t
dare argue with her so with one hand over my privates, I got the
lighter from her purse, lit M’s cigarette, and was about to light
S’s when M said, “for God’s sake, light her cigarette and put
your other hand at your side.  S has seen her husband and plenty
of other boys naked many times.”

I followed M’s directions but, to minimize my exposure, I quickly
lit S’s cigarette and quickly turned around.  “***,” said S, “I want
to say something important to you.”  My back was towards S and I
dared not turn, as now I felt some stirrings in my groin. 
“What is it?” I responded.

M said, “***, you will cut out this nonsense right now!  I will
not tolerate your being rude to my guest.  Now I want you to turn
around, look S in the eye when she’s speaking to you, and keep
your hands clasped behind your back until I say
you can unclasp them!”  I hesitated, and M warned “If you don’t
do so immediately, I’m going to get my brush, and you’ll find yourself
 over my lap again.”

Of course I did what M asked, except that when I turned around,
I found I couldn’t look I beautiful blond S straight in my eye. 
I thought she was going to say something to M but, instead,
she grabbed my chin with her hand forcing me to look at her. 
She then proceeded to lecture to my naked blushing self, completely
exposed, how lucky I was to have a girlfriend like M, who took the
time and the effort to properly discipline me.  “You know ***,”
she continued, taking a deliberate  drag of her cigarette and
tilting her head up to slowly exhale the smoke (not exactly in 
my face, but very close to it), “if R stood me up for
lunch, even without any other punishable offenses, I would have
used my big paddle,and turned his butt purple, as opposed to the
lovely shade of red your butt is now. So you should also thank M
for showing you some mercy.”  Just then I saw her eyed
glance down for an instant.   When she looked up, she had a half
smirk on her face.  “M, I can never get over how long your
cigarettes are, and I’ve always wondered if other things in your
life measure up.”  They both giggled, as S squeezed my chin and
let go, and M ordered me back to the corner, still with hands clasped
behind me so that I could not rub my sore buns. 

Thankfully, S left about five minutes later.  That night, after
 we had sex, M explained that, on the day S helped her pick out her
hairbrush, she had promised that S could watch a punishment session. 
“I’m not sure if I’ll have her watch again, but you deserved every bit
of that spanking for what you did today.”  I agreed with her wholeheartedly,
promised I wouldn’t do it again, and we had a second go-around. 
Even though she rubbed my buttocks with soothing cream
before we went to sleep, I still had to spend the entire night on my stomach.

-S