New F/F Spanking eBook!

Hello dear readers:

Alyx Rancher, the veteran writer of ff spanking genre and our beloved mayor of Global Village, has published a new book Super Top. It features a formidable ENGLISH professional Top who goes around helping other tops deal with their brats! *bg* Sounds wonderful and delicious to any spankos right? IT IS. There are THREE stories in the series. You can get it here on Amazon:



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Two new f/f blogs

I’m a bit behind (ok very behind ;)), but just wanted to share with everyone two exciting new f/f blogs. The first one (link here: is by the veteran author of f/f spanky genre and our beloved Mayor of Global Village Alyx. As some of you may know, Alyx had all her wonderful stories up on her blog for many years free of charge. I hope you’ll pop over to her new blog and support her writing career by purchasing her books on Amazon.

The second blog (link here: is by Anna Reilly, aka Micah who is also an accomplished author of f/f spanking and romance stories. There are already several great entries posted on her blog! Please go visit and support her too.

I’ve linked both to my blogroll. We need more f/f spanky stories! *bg*


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Maddy & Gen 5: Aloha Xmas


Maddy’s December conference in Honolulu was held in the sprawling Hilton Hawaiian Village compound. The large room on the mezzanine in the west wing was bustling with the presence of 200 or so plant pathologists from all over the world. Genevieve sat in the audience, marveling at how composed and confident her girlfriend looked behind the podium. In a simple beige pencil skirt and a white top, waving auburn hair lying naturally around her shoulders, the petite Dr. Madison McGrath smiled at the room as it finally quieted down in anticipation of her keynote speech.
Maddy is in her element for sure, Sensei beamed with pride.
If the enthusiastic applause erupting at the end was any indication, the speech was well received. The audience asked Maddy many technical questions about her ground-breaking research on emerald ash borer in North America and she answered all of them expertly, showing her solid knowledge on the subject.
“That was excellent, Hon!” After the meeting was over, Genevieve walked up to the front and gave her girlfriend a big hug.
“Thank you Gen.” Maddy rested her head on Sensei’s should for a brief moment, relieved that it had gone well.
“C’mon, let’s get out of here now.” Sensei looked at her watch, “Time to go meet –” she didn’t have a chance to finish.
“The Aloha Top!” Maddy exclaimed excitedly as she remembered their plan.
At the entrance of a seafood restaurant, the two women nervously looked around trying to locate the legendary Aloha Top. A gentle pat on Maddy’s arm caused her to swirl around, looking directly into a smiling face.
“Maddy?” The short-haired woman was wearing a blue Hawaiian shirt.
Maddy nodded, “You … AT?!” using the Aloha Top’s nick that everyone in the small f/f kinky community was fondly familiar with.
“Yes!” AT replied and gave Maddy a big hug. Then she turned to Genevieve, extending out her hand, “And you must be Gen.”
Another round of huge hugs and greetings ensued before the waiter led them to their booth, right by the open windows. Outside, ocean waves were gently swaying onto the shore where the singing seagulls were busy chasing their food.
The Aloha Top is not very scary. Maddy smirked and relaxed, sinking into the booth. On the contrary, she seems rather friendly and nice.
It was wonderful for the three women to finally meet, after years of email correspondence in which Gen and Maddy expressed their love and admiration for AT’s f/f stories. The beloved characters in discipline relationships captured so many readers’ hearts and Maddy and Gen were two of the staunchest supporters and fans of the Top.
After lots of laughter over a delightful seared native mahi mahi and poi lunch, they made plans to meet again on Xmas eve when AT had the day off.

The two holiday makers flew to the Big Island the next day. They explored the volcanic park, swam in waterfalls and cycled on winding trails, ate at roadside food stalls, and lounged on black and green sand beaches before returning to O’ahu.
On Xmas Eve, AT took them to the Pali overlook to see the wonderful panoramic view of the northeast coast of the Island. It was a bright day with the bluest sky Maddy had ever seen. The December sun was warm but the trade winds howled in the gust blowing Maddy’s shoulder length hair into her face. The three women walked briskly on the short trail along the cliff while AT told the story of how King Kamehameha 1 conquered the Island by winning a very bloody battle at this exact spot.
Afterwards, they piled into AT’s car. “Alrighty, to my office.” Maddy and Gen were very excited to visit the Aloha Discipline they’d read so much about from the blog. Maddy was literally bouncing on her seat. As they were pulling out of the parking lot, the car made a left turn quickly and was on the main road right away.
Sensei gasped silently.
“Hey,” Maddy’s jaw dropped. She pointed at the “No Left Turn” sign on the roadside as they passed.
The driver noticed their reaction. She chuckled, “Guess I was a bit naughty back there huh.” She added, “It’s just so much easier this way to get back on the road.”
She’s lucky there’s no cop lurking around.
Maddy turned to her girlfriend with an incredulous look. See, if a Top can break rules like that, what do you expect from me? Maddy’s smug curl of the lip said it loudly.
Sensei frowned, giving Maddy a “Don’t Even Think about it!” stern look.
When they arrived at the Aloha Discipline office, Maddy looked at the non-descriptive brick building and quipped, “Hey AT, how come there’s no Aloha Discipline sign with your picture on the door?”
Haha very funny, typical brat. AT and Sensei rolled their eyes and shook their heads.
AT put the key in and slowly opened the door. “Tadaaa, here it is.” She proudly waved her arm in a semi-circle across the spacious room. “Welcome to Aloha Discipline! This is where I …” she cleared her throat, “where naughty women receive their spankings.”
Maddy and Gen gingerly stepped through the threshold into the room. They were totally in awe of this place and couldn’t believe they were actually standing right there.
“The business is booming,” AT chatted. “Not complaining though, just that I may need to quit my day job AND take on an assistant real soon.” The professional disciplinarian exuded utter confidence when she showed her guests every implement displayed prominently.
Maddy’s eyes were drawn to the long bench in the middle of the room. She knew what it was for of course. This is where the action happens! The brat shuddered, a tingling shot down her spine as she remembered stories of discipline that’d occurred on this very bench.
“Wanna try the bench, Maddy?” AT’s voice floated into her consciousness.
“Wha, what?” Instinctively she went to hide behind Sensei, shaking her head.
“Oh c’mon hon,” Sensei chuckled, playfully swatting Maddy on her bottom. “You’ve been dreaming about this day for how long now?”
The younger woman blushed. She turned to AT and nodded shyly, “Yes, please.”
With a big grin on her face, AT gently guided Maddy to lay herself face down onto the bench. Maddy was surprised it’s actually quite comfortable with the soft flannel cover and the bench was wide enough for her to stretch around. Hey this is almost like the day-bed I had at home when growing up. What’s even more amazing, she could lay her face right into a hole of the softest cushion just like on a massage table.
“Ok, are you comfortable Maddy?” AT asked as she pushed a button to adjust the incline of the bench so the bottom was at a perfect height and angle.
“Heheh, this is great!” Maddy wiggled around getting real comfortable.
In the next hour or so, the Aloha Top was truly in her element. She demonstrated her disciplinary skills using her hand and then different implements, especially with the cane because Gen had asked for specific advice on how to use a cane effectively but safely. Poor Maddy’s shorts and underwear didn’t stay for long after a warm-up with AT’s electrifying palm. Her bare butt got to taste every implement AT owned, and even Sensei got to practice a few whacks with the cane. Before long, Maddy’s bouncy bottom turned rosy, and then quickly morphed into a flaming red summer peach in Georgia.
Wow, AT’s stamina is amazing and her techniques are flawless, Watching the professional at work, Sensei couldn’t help but marvel at the Aloha Top’s confidence and skill.
After the demonstration session was over, Sensei helped her whimpering girlfriend off the bench and re-clothed. “Thank you for this special treatment, AT!” Sensei gave AT a heartfelt hug. “You made Maddy’s dream come true.” Rubbing her sore bottom vigorously, the spanked woman felt completely sated. Both visitors were very grateful to their friend for her generosity because they knew this was something extraordinarily special for a spanko.
“You’re welcome.” AT replied graciously, “Consider it an early Xmas present to both of ya.” She winked, “Besides, I enjoyed it very much.”

That night Gen and Maddy sat on their balcony drinking rum laced eggnog, watching the setting sun over the ocean turning into a breathtaking orange and yellow fireball. The hustle and bustle was quietening down as most of the tourists had gone back indoors when the night fell. There were still a few paddle boats in the water near the shore though, and here and there scattered on the sand were young lovebirds enjoying themselves.
Maddy wiggled in her plastic chair, fidgeting, trying to get comfortable.
“How’s that bottom of yours? Still sore?” Gen teased.
“Ya bet. AT did a real number on my backside.” The spanked woman was all smiles.
“Agreed,” Sensei smiled back sympathetically. She put down her cup, got up from her chair and retrieved a little jar from her handbag.
“Here sweetie,” she handed it to Maddy. “New soothing balm for your sore bottom.”
“Aw, how thoughtful,” Maddy exclaimed gratefully. “Put it on for me, please hon?”
“Sure, but why don’t you open the lid for me?”
Maddy removed the lid. She blinked as a ray of shimmering metal caught her eyes. She stared at the silver band snuggling in the jar, mouth wide open.
The beam on the older woman’s face was like the Aloha sunshine, only brighter.
“Will you?” Genevieve whispered.
The younger woman’s heart was melting. She threw herself into her partner’s open arms. But being a naughty brat, she decided to have some fun. Stepping back, eyebrow rising, she looked at her partner in the eye and enunciated each word with enough posh British tone and precision she could muster, “Ms. Genevieve Osaki, you must ask properly. I won’t answer unless you ask properly.”
Huge fans of Downton Abby, both women knew it was a direct quote from Lady Mary to one of her suitors.
The little brat won’t let me have it that easily huh. Sensei mused. “Asking you properly?”
“Why yes, Ms. Osaki.” Grinning widely with a mischievous gleam in her eyes, the younger woman was not budging.
Taking a deep breath, Genevieve got down on her knee and took Maddy’s hands into hers. Their eyes locked. “Ms. Madison McGrath, will you marry me?”
“YES!” Maddy bent down and held Gen’s face in her hands. “It will be my greatest pleasure to be your wife, Ms. Osaki.”
Both women were tearing up. Gen pulled her fiancée up and gently slid the ring onto Maddy’s vena amoris. It fit perfectly.
As she was admiring her ring, Maddy suddenly lost her footing and her body was becoming horizontal as she landed over her partner’s knee. The older woman adjusted her position on the sofa.
“Hey,” Maddy protested. “Whatcha doing, my love?”
“What am I doing?” Gen repeated the question as she peeled down Maddy’s shorts and panties, laying bare two soft orbs that still sported fainted redness. “You wanted proper, right?” She playfully slapped the upturned bottom, one on each quivering cheek. “I’ll show you how spankos propose properly, Missy!”
Maddy giggled and whined, “But my bottom is sore already.”
“Well, your naughty bottom will be even more sore after I properly propose.” Sensei said in a mock stern voice before delivering half a dozen sharp slaps to the peachy bottom.
“Owww.” The prone woman wiggled her hips and squealed.
“Madison” SWAT! “McGrath,” SWAT! “will” SWAT! “you” SWAT! “be” SWAT! “my” SWAT! “wife?” SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
Maddy answered “YES” after each swat as her bottom bounced and jiggled under the impact of Sensei’s firm palm. Afterwards, Gen stopped spanking and started to gently caress the red tender bottom, making circular motions on each cheek. Maddy’s breath became more rapid and she slowly turned around locking her grinning grey eyes with Gen’s dark brown, pulling her partner down.
“Please Sensei, promise you will never leave me,” murmured a breathless Maddy.
“I promise, my dearest and naughtiest brat,” purred Gen, lowering herself into her lover.
The moon light shone through the open window, witnessing the two lovebirds entangling their tongues and bodies in a slow love dance on the sofa.

Around the midnight they heard a rustling at the door. Gen quickly threw on an oversize t-shirt and hurried to the door. “Anybody out there?” Rubbing her eyes, she thought she saw Santa retreating at a brisk pace, tall and slim in a well-tailored red garment with the white fur collar and the black boots contrasting the red in the moonlight.
“Hm, strange. Nobody is out there but I thought I saw Santa, only it’s a much more spiffy kinda Santa.” Gen stood by the door and quipped.
Before she even finished the sentence, the thought struck both women. “OMG, it’s Kris?” Maddy rushed to the door, in all her naked glory.
“Look, there’s a package here.” She picked it up.
They closed the door. Inside the festive wrapping paper lay a soft brown leather belt, M and G carved into the silver buckle.
Wow, no kidding. Kris is real.

The next day they met up with AT for a Christmas drink in one of the fancy hotels on Diamond Head. They had a table on the deck overlooking the blue ocean and the white sand beach.
AT sat down on the wicker chair and immediately bounced back up. “Ow. These darn chairs are really hard.”
Maddy and Gen exchanged a puzzled look.
A waiter materialized promptly, holding a stack of fabric cushions. “Ma’am, would you like one of these?”
“Oh, thank goodness.” AT answered gratefully, taking one from the waiter. “You guys are so very considerate.”
“Well ma’am, for some reason, every year around this time more patrons complain about hard chairs. Something to do with Xmas Eve I figure.” The waiter kept a straight face as he explained while Maddy also took one from him for herself.
Aloha Top blushed. It was a very subtle and inward kind of blush. She coughed and quickly changed the subject by handing a wrapped box to Maddy and Gen, “Merry Xmas and congrats on your engagement.” She gave them each a big hug.
Eyes widened, Maddy said, “How did you know?”
“Kris told me,” was the Top’s reply.
“Kris? She visited you too?” Maddy’s face broke into a wide smirk. “Ahhh.” She winked, a big glint in her eyes.
“Ah what?” AT’s eyebrow rose.
“You got spanked, didn’t you?” Maddy blurted out triumphantly.
The Top didn’t answer, but sat straighter in her seat, a picture of toppy dignity.
“You did!” Maddy persisted in a typical brat way, sporting the biggest of all victorious smugness and declared, “For that left turn yesterday!”
AT blushed again, this time outwardly and quite profusely. She glared at the brat, “Alright, yes I did if you must know.” She rolled her eyes and shifted in her seat, “And for some other” she cleared her throat, “minor indiscretions over the last year.” Then in a typical toppy voice she said mock sternly, “Now can we move on and order our drinks?!”
Such an adorable top, AT is. Maddy and Gen giggled.
After they ordered their drinks, Maddy opened the package and found herself holding a long, beautifully polished ebony Throne Spanker.
“Thank you so much,” the newly engaged couple gushed as one as they fought to have a closer look and to touch the shining wood.
“Hope you enjoy it.” AT winked with a wide grin, “I’m pretty sure Gen will.”
It was Maddy’s turn to blush as she gently felt the smooth surface of the paddle before handing it over to Sensei.
Sensei looked at her brat affectionately. “Well, between this beauty and the belt Kris gifted us last night, I have a feeling that someone is not going to be able to sit very much next year, I’m afraid.”
The younger woman pouted, “But I thought we just got engaged and you love me.”
Gen chuckled, pure bliss on her face. “Of course I do sweetheart. What can I say? Love may conquer all, but spanking conquers love.”
AT nodded approvingly, “Well said, Gen!”
Maddy and Sensei then presented their Xmas gift to the Aloha Top. Maddy carefully put it on the table and slowly pulled off the red velvet cover revealing a glass sculpture. “Tadaaa, specially made for you in Murano!”
The vintage thick glass statue was about a feet tall, featuring a short haired woman (with striking resemblance to AT incidentally) with one hand on her narrow hip, the other semi-raised holding a little paddle. Her facial expression was a vivid mixture of benevolence and authority, her eyes nurturing and warm and yet stern. The Italian phrase “Disciplina Aloha” was discreetly carved into the glass stand.
AT’s eyes widened as she gently touched the glass. She was amused but pleased. “Wow, I LOVE it. Thank you both.” She gave Maddy and Gen each a hug. “Guess I can put it at the entrance of the office to greet all the naughty women.” She quipped, winking.
Maddy couldn’t help but giggle, remembering the somewhat awkward conversation she had with the glass maker in Murano and the amused look on his wrinkled face when he finally understood what she’d wanted him to make.
Their drinks arrived.
“To love and spanking.” The three life-long spanko women raised their glasses in the warm Aloha sun.



Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

This story is part of Alyx’s 2016 Christmas Gift Exchange here.

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Alternative Medicine

These two characters appeared in an earlier story: Rosie’s Birthday Treat.

Dr. Penelope Olive Ponsonby was wrapping up her day in the office when a text message popped up on her phone. It was from her former student Rosie-brat.

Sick in bed. Hate it hate it hate it!!!!!!!!

Dr. P knew the brat quite well and was familiar with her somewhat dramatic way of expressing her thoughts and feelings, but still, EIGHT exclamation marks. Really? The Top frowned, brows furrowing.

You okay, sweetie? She typed quickly and pushed the send button.

NOOO, not okay!!! Headache and aching all over!!! It’s killing me!!!

The professor grew a little alarmed. She knew Rosie had just returned from a work trip to a South American country where the Zeke virus was ravaging the population.

She rose from her chair, grabbed the leather briefcase, and flew out of the door.

Arriving at Rosie’s apartment, she quietly pushed the door open. Rosie was lying in her big bed, flushed in the face, Kleenex strewing around.

“Hello Rosie,” Penelope greeted the brat in a concerned voice.

“Oh hi Dr. POP,” Rosie greeted her former professor with a wry smile. The usually spirited woman looked defeated, misery written all over her fatigued face. “Thanks for coming,” her voice low and hoarse.

Dr. P sat on the edge of the bed and put a hand on Rosie’s forehead. Slightly warm.

“Been to the doctor’s, Sweetie?”

“Yeah, Urgent Care.” The sick woman replied, scrunching her cute little nose in detestation.

“What did the doc say? Is it Zeke?” Penelope asked softly.

“No” was the grumpy answer as Rosie raised her voice. “The old guy gave me a total of no more than three minutes of his time after I had waited for an hour!” The brat sounded indignant, “God damn it!”

“Shhh, calm down.” The Top’s eyebrow shot up but she thought it best to ignore the language and concentrate on Rosie’s illness at hand.

“What did he say then?” The professor repeated her question.

“No blood test or anything even after I told him where I had been! Just said I didn’t have skin rash or red eye so it wasn’t Zeke.”

“Well, what IS it then?”

“Upper respiratory infection, whatever that means,” the sick woman answered tersely, shrugging.

“Oh.” Penelope was relieved as she gently patted Rosie’s cheek. “It’s a common enough illness. Have you taken your meds?”

“Yeah. But it’s not doing any good I’m afraid,” Rosie complained. “I still feel like crap!”

The Professor narrowed her eyes. “When did you take it?”

“Half an hour ago!” Rosie pointed at the little antibiotics packet on the bedside table dismissively, her face betraying frustration at the apparent ineffective meds.

“Ah.” The older woman was aware that patience was not exactly this brat’s strength or virtue. “You know, Z-pak is very potent. Give it a little more time and you should feel better.”

The younger woman gave her teacher a glare, clearly not convinced. She curled up and her body started to rock from side to side restlessly, hands pounding on the bed.

“Settle down, Sweetie.” Ever so patient, Penelope cooed in a comforting voice, brushing a few strands of hair out of Rosie’s eyes and tucking them away behind her ear. “Stay still and try to relax and rest, okay?”

“Can’t!” Rosie spat out a miserable reply as tears rolled down her face.

Whoa. “Hey there.” Penelope grabbed a tissue, gently wiping Rosie’s face.“What’s the matter?”

A brief pause.

“WHY WHY WHY!” Rosie cried out, banging her head on the pillow.

“Why what, Sweetie?”

“THIS!” She shouted ruefully. “I hate this stupid body. Why is it so weak?! Why did it make me sick huh? I hate it!” Fresh tears poured out, “I never get sick ya know.”

“Shhh.” Penelope sighed and remained quiet for a second.

“I see.” She came to the realization that it was Rosie-brat’s attitude that needed an adjustment which would then hopefully lead to her calming down and taking care of her sickness. Something stronger than a Z-pak must be dispensed.

“Come here, I know just the way to help you calm down and rest.” So saying, the professor positioned herself on the edge of the bed and effortlessly pulled the petite woman over her lap, hitching up her pajama dress slip swiftly to the waist.

“Hey, whatcha doing?” Rosie immediately became alarmed.

“I believe you will benefit from some of my um … let’s just call it alternative medicine, shall we?” The Top said firmly.

“Nooo,” the upturned woman started kicking. “You can’t spank me today,” she whined.

“Oh?” The amused Top inquired politely, “May I ask why?”

“’Cause I’m S-I-C-K, duh!” Rolling her eyes, Rosie-brat emphasized her point by enunciating every single syllable of the word slowly and carefully.

SLAP! “Watch your tone, missy!” It was not a particularly hard swat but one the Top hoped would be sharp enough to get the brat’s undivided attention.

“Ow, sorry.” Though covered in cotton underwear, the sting on the bottom could still be felt acutely. Rosie’s hand instinctively flew to protect her innocent backside.

“Now listen to me, Ms. Rosie Young,” the Top instructed in a stern voice, gently removing Rosie’s hand away from her bottom and parking it by her side. “Cut out this silly tantrum immediately! I mean it!” SLAP, SLAP, two solid whacks, one on each cheek.

“Ow.” Obediently, Rosie stopped wriggling and kicking. She rested her head on the rumpled sheets, whimpering softly.

The Top continued in a more soothing tone, “Sweetie, all you need to do to get better is to stop fighting your body, calm down and rest.” She rested her palm on the upturned woman’s backside before continuing. “I can understand it’s difficult for someone who hardly gets sick, believe me I sympathize, but all the more reason to listen to your body. It’s saying it needs rest, and you ought to listen.” SMACK, SMACK, two more firm swats landed on Rosie’s poor cheeks. “You understand?”

“Ow.” Rosie opened her mouth and mumbled something, face still buried in the sheets. Her words were muffled.

“What was that?” Penelope asked while her arm continued to swing up and down forcefully.

Rosie lifted her head, “Ow ow. Well, you made it sound like it’s a living thing …”

“Well, it IS a living thing, is it not?” POP, POP, the sound of a slapping palm bounced against the wall.

“Ouch. I guess,” the chastised woman conceded, clenching and unclenching her bottom cheeks. “But I – I just feel that it should listen to ME, not the other way round.” She pouted.

How imperious, the Top shook her head, typical brat thinking. Rosie-brat thought she heard the lightest of chuckles. Penelope slowly pulled down the naughty woman’s cotton underwear to the middle of her thighs revealing two pink colored globes.

“Think it this way.” CRACK, CRACK, the Top resumed hand spanking the warm bare bottom. “Your body has treated you very well as you trotted the globe, has it not?” She paused briefly though they both knew it was a rhetorical question. “Now it’s your turn to take care of it.” SLAP, SLAP! Then the older woman’s tone became softer and tender as she tried patiently to make Rosie see her point. “Don’t you think you OWE it to your body to give it the best care possible, so it can recover quickly and go back to taking care of you?”

Though the sharp slaps on the flesh were beginning to sting more, Rosie found herself paying more rapt attention to the lecture instead of her poor bottom. She swallowed hard before lifting her head and turning around to Dr. P, a grin slowly emerging on her face.

“What?” The Doc asked.

“Um, have I ever told you” Rosie’s grin grew bigger, “that you were truly a very sensible woman?”

The Doc’s eyes smiled. “No, but I will take that as a compliment.”

Sensible. Good, I’ll show you sensible! Muttering to herself, Penelope delivered a half dozen crisp smacks adding more heat to the small fire on Rosie’s bottom which by now sported a nice rosy color resembling a ripening summer peach. The upended woman wiggled a little and her breathing slowed as tension left her body.

A pleased smile broke out on Penelope’s face teasing the corner of her mouth. She gave a final volley of several brisk swats. “I’m pleased to tell you Rosie, your bottom color now matches your name. Looks very SENSIBLE to me.” So saying, she patted the warm and smooth derriere a few times before pulling the brat up to a sitting position.

“Owi.” Rosie buried her face into the professor’s neck.

“Well?” Penelope gently squeezed the freshly spanked bottom. “Ready to rest?”

“Yes ma’am.” The brat blushed, nodding.

Dr. P helped the younger woman crawl back under the blanket and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“Sleep well, Sweetie. You’ll feel so much better when you wake up, I promise.” She added, “Oh by the way I brought your favorite chicken soup from the Soup Tzar Kitchen. I’m gonna leave it in the fridge, ok?”

Rosie’s face lit up, “Thanks Doc. You’re the best.” She gingerly sat up straight and gave Penelope a big hug. And the wisest.

“You are very welcome, Rosie-brat. Anytime.” The Top replied fondly.

Warm bottomed, Rosie fell to a sound slumber before the professor even left the apartment.

Driving back, the Top imagined Rosie-brat waking up from a restful sleep feeling much better, her usual spunk returning. The professor could almost see Rosie stretching and yawning, rubbing her spanked bottom and declaring with her usual flair, “Hey, Dr. P’s alternative medicine worked!”

Chuckling, Dr. Penelope Olive Ponsonby felt pleased with herself. A sound spanking after all, she mused, was not always for punishment. More often than not, roasting a brat’s naughty bottom is the only reliable way to bring her back to her senses!


Though a work of fiction, this story was inspired by a RL occurrence. I’m eternally grateful to a caring yet firm Top who generously dispensed a dose of her wisdom when I desperately needed it.

Feliz cumpleaños to a top-notch toply Top. 🙂

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Happy Lunar New Year!

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Monkey See

Monkey Spank!


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An Early Xmas Present

Turns out this is a prequel (sorta) to last year’s Xmas story. 😉

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My new teaching assistant, Tessa Blackwell, is kinda scary, and scarily hot.

Let me explain. In all my other large classes most people pretty much carry on what we do all the time; that is to say we play games, text, surf the web, watch Youtube, or just take a nap. However, on the days when Tessa teaches the class, it’s an entirely different story. When she enters the room her deep gaze sweeps the 80 or so unruly undergrads in the classroom and we all somehow stop talking, put away our iphones, and sit a little straighter in our seats. A collective hushed silence reigns the big room until she opens her mouth and addresses us in a nonsense-free tone. This happens every time when she teaches.

Now I’m not saying Tessa’s physically intimidating; on the contrary, she has soft features on her face, and though with impressive muscled arms and legs indicating some sort of athletic prowess, she is rather slender. She rarely even raises her voice in class. No it’s not her body I’m talking about, it is those big eyes, greenish gray with an intense gaze that sends the warning message, “Do not mess with me, kids!”

The good thing about having a teacher like that is I pay rapt attention in class, though mostly on her person rather than her lectures. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who sometimes drools a little. But I also do my homework diligently and no slacking the entire semester. When she makes a comment like “Good job” or “Excellent effort” on my assignment I find myself blushing. I show it proudly to Misty, “Hey look, I got a great comment from Tessa!” But my roommate only shrugs, “What’s the big deal?” while rolling her eyes.

Can’t she tell I’m totally crushing on Tessa?! THAT is the big deal Misty!

I especially appreciate Tessa’s office hours and take it upon myself to show up every chance I get. I look around her office trying to see if there’s a picture of a boyfriend or girlfriend. I blush when she asks me to sit down or when she says cheerfully “What can I do for you today, Molly?”

“Hmm, er … could you please explain the difference between negative reinforcement and punishment again?” I stammer.

“Ah, that’s a tricky one!” she answers sympathetically and patiently explains it to me.

I confide in Misty, who, in order to “put you out of your misery” in her words, kindly offers to snoop around to find out if Tessa is attached or if she’s into girls for that matter.

I’ve kept a straight A so far in class, which I can’t boast for my other classes. But I still show up in her office hours asking her to check my final project proposal. It’s a late afternoon and she looks a bit tired. Before I have a chance to talk, she sighs, “I would kill to have a cappuccino right now.” I jump out of my seat and offer to get one for her from the Starbucks in the student center. Her eyes brighten, “Really?” I’m almost out of the door when she says, “A blueberry muffin too, please.”

I come back with the goodies and her face breaks into a most beautiful smile. I melt.

The day after the final, Misty and I join others in our favorite Happy Hour hut in College Town. This place lets you drink all the beer and eat all the pizza you want for 10 bucks! Half way into the evening, Misty elbows me whispering “Look who just walked in!” I turn around and see Tessa and a couple other grad students sauntering towards us. She catches my eyes, smiles and nods slightly. I smile back and wave at her. She stops at our table, a surprised look on her face when she sees the half empty beer mug in front of me. Her big eyes shoot me a slightly disapproving kinda look and I blush, my stomach churning ‘cause see, I’m not quite 21 yet. But honestly, an occasional beer can’t really hurt. Tessa reads my thoughts. She pats me on the shoulder and simply says, “Come to my office tomorrow, ok?” before heading to her table.

Huh? Is it good or bad?

Misty leans towards me and winks, “Far as I know she doesn’t have a significant other.”

I go to her office the next day as instructed. She seems happy to see me, shows me my final grade – I got an A! “Congrats Molly. You worked hard this semester.” She gives me a hug and I feel her hand move slowly down my back brushing against my backside. I blush profusely.

“How ‘bout me taking you to lunch to celebrate eh?” She asks, her eyes smiling.

We walk into Little Joe’s, the popular Italian place in the Commons. We are lucky to have a booth and Tessa asks me to sit next to her rather than across. Our legs touch under the table before they bring the bottomless salad. By the time the warm garlic bread is served our hands are resting on each other’s thighs. When our waitress comes with our eggplant lasagna we are too busy kissing to notice.

Tess and I are getting along splendidly. In fact we are quite a contrasting twosome: she’s 5’8” and I’m a measly 5’3” and a half; she has dirty blond hair and greenish gray eyes and my hair and eyes are both dark brown; she’s a few years older and has somewhat of a boss-like demeanor; me? I look um … impish most of the time.

Kinda like a quintessential duo of Top and Bottom, ha!

Now there’s only one problem, a fairly big one though. Tessa is totally vanilla. I’ve been wracking my brain on how to turn her into a spanko ‘cause my peachy bottom is getting really itchy every day. It needs some serious attention.

I try to introduce her to my favorite f/f spanking story blogs. She reads a few stories and giggles, raising her brows, but says it’s not really her thing.

Not really her thing? Seriously? I sigh heavily.

I do not give up though. Christmas is just around the corner. I’m determined to make sure my itchy needy peachy behind gets the attention it so deserves before we go home for winter break.

One way or another, Tess is gonna spank me before we depart for the holidays!

While out shopping, I tell her my recurring dream: I am naughty and misbehaving in her class and she grabs me by my ear and marches me to the front of the classroom, and puts me over her knee and spanks me in front of the entire class! Afterwards she puts me in the corner with my underwear pulled down so the whole class can see my red bottom.

I of course blush when I am recounting this, squirming a little too, embarrassed.

She looks at me with narrowed eyes, thoughtful. “You are such a little pervert,” she declares, half laughing. “Be careful what you wish for, you exhibitionist!” She threatens, patting my burning cheek.

But days pass with nothing. I am starting to feel deflated and disappointed.

Two days before we are going home for the break, Tessa makes dinner for us and afterwards we are cuddling in her couch when she turns to me, “Hey Mo, show me some of those spanking stories you’ve been reading.” I jump up and almost trip over the ottoman to reach my ipad.

While she is reading Peach’s Cat and Stella stories, I watch her reaction intently. She blushes a little and giggles here and there too. A good sign I tell myself.

She turns her amused eyes towards me, a mischievous grin on her face.

“What?” I say. “You like the stories?”

She smirks but does not reply. She continues to look at me with raised eyebrows like she’s gonna pounce on a prey or somethin’.

The next day Tess greets me at the door of her apartment with a hug and leads me to her bedroom.

“Change into these, Mo,” she commands simply and gives a pat on my bottom, winking.

I pick up the clothing from bed. There’s a white short sleeved shirt, a navy blue pleated skirt, a pair of white knee high socks, and a pair of black Mary Jane. There are also two blue scrunches next to the pile.

O.M.G. She’s really gonna play! My heart starts to race as my trembling hands rip off my clothes and put the uniform on.

I look at myself in the mirror. With two high pigtails, rosy cheeks, and the girl’s school uniform, I could easily pass as a middle schooler.

I walk out of the bedroom, slightly trembling. Tess is seated by the kitchen table, her laptop open to a spanking blog page, a plump red bottom displayed prominently on the screen.

Whoa, there’s a wooden ruler lying on the table too. I’ve never seen that thing in her apartment before!

She beckons me with a crooked finger. I demur and shuffle my feet towards her.

She reaches up and smooth out my pigtails, my shirt, and then my skirt. She looks down at my socks and shoes before giving a slight nod of approval.

“Now stand straight and tell me why you are here, Miss Jane,” she says in a naturally stern voice, reminding me of her demeanor in the classroom.

“Who the f*^k is Miss Jane?” My mouth gets ahead of my brain.

She frowns and picks up the ruler. THWACK, it lands forcefully on the back of my skirt.


“Watch your language, little missy,” she warns me, winking and mouthing: “Mary Poppins.”

Oh, THAT Jane. She knows I love the movie.

Rubbing my backside, I play along, “Yes, Mary Poppins, I’m sorry.” Though my rear burns a bit my heart is soaring.

She doesn’t miss a beat, “How ‘bout Miss Poppins?”

“Yes, ma’am, Miss Poppins.”

“Good girl,” she seems pleased. “Now answer my question,” ruler tapping on my thigh.

“Huh? What question?”

THWACK. The ruler lands in the middle of my bottom.

“Ow.” I rub my cheeks. “Umm, I was naughty, perhaps?” I venture tentatively.

“Yes.” She affirms. “Be more specific,” she instructs, looking me in the eye.

Crap. I better think of somethin’ clever, and quick.

“I … er … I didn’t hand in my homework today.” I stand with my hands on each side, feeling like I’m back in middle school, in Principal Huffpuff’s office.

“Care to tell me why, missy?” The ruler taps the corner of the table.

I look down at my feet. “Cuz I forgot to do it last night. I was …”

Two cool fingers lift my chin up. “Too busy reading naughty spanking stories?”

Holy moly. She’s catching on real fast.

“Bu-but how did you … know?” I stutter a little.

“Because I was right there!” She states, sounding exasperated.

“You were … there, Miss Poppins?” For a second I’m confused.

My awesome girlfriend realizes what she’s done and bursts out laughing. “All right, forget I said that.” Shaking her head, she puts her free hand over her forehead.

Then she puts on a serious face again. “So were you reading spanking stories last night instead of doing homework, Miss Jane?”

“Um, yeah … maybe.”

Another whack on the butt.

“Yes I was, Miss Poppins, Ma’am,” I say correctly this time.

Tess stands up and leads me to the living room. I do a double take when I see all her stuffed animals lined up on the coffee table facing the couch.

She sits down on the edge of the couch and points at her lap.

A thrilling chill runs down my spine. I lower my body and dive over her knee.

Ah, I’ve missed being in this position for a long while.

“For your naughty behavior, Miss Jane, you will be spanked in front of your classmates!” She announces. I can tell she’s trying hard not to laugh.

I look over at the coffee table and o.m.g, each fluffy stuffed student seems to have a big mirth on their face.

She flips up my skirt and starts to hand spank me on my undie-clad bottom cheeks, gently.

I wiggle my butt and pout, “You’re supposed to spank harder.”

“Oh, you little brat! You want harder?” She delivers a few sharper slaps, the sound echoing off the wall. I love it!

“Yeah, like that.” I wiggle more, giggling, edging her on.

Tess gives me a dozen more fairly hard slaps before pausing. She hooks her fingers inside my undies, peeling them down, and rubbing my tender cheeks.

“Wow, they are quite pink, your cheeks!” She exclaims, sounding surprised and in awe.

She turns my bottom towards the coffee table, “Let’s show your classmates a spanked naughty bottom.”

I actually feel real embarrassed. Weird.

“Have you had enough spanking, Miss Jane?” She pats my cheeks.

Is she kiddin’?

“Er … I was VERY naughty, remember, Miss Poppins?” I’m hopeful this is enough to get her to continue.

Apparently it is, ‘cause she picks up the ruler.

She wields that thing like a pro. It hurts more on naked flesh but I enjoy the sting.

“Am I supposed to scold now?” She pauses and asks.

“Yup.” I answer crisply, wriggling my hips back and forth.

“You naughty girl, will you hand in your homework on time from now?” Tess uses a stern voice, punctuated with a couple whacks.

“Yes, ma’am, I promise to be a good girl.” I actually mean it ‘cause by now my bottom is starting to sting a tad too much.

“No more reading kinky stories when you are supposed to be doing homework, yes?” Two hard slaps land on my left cheek.

“Ow, yes, Miss Poppins.” I kick my legs to deflect some sting.

Clearly Tessa is enjoying herself. “Are you embarrassed being spanked on your bare bottom in front of your classmates, Miss Jane?”

Darn, she’s getting good, almost too good.

“Yes, I am, Ma’am, very embarrassed.” I turn around to look at my fluffy classmates and they all seem to wink at me and nod their silly heads.

Tessa pats my sore bottom and rubs her hand in circles, presumably admiring her handiwork.

“You know Molly, I could spank you for real for drinking alcohol at Happy Hours.”

My heart sinks. “Oh c’mon Tess, I only had some beer.” I plead.

A pause. “All right, I suppose a beer or two won’t cause any harm.” Then her voice becomes a tad serious, “But promise me no hard stuff ‘k?”

“’K. I promise Tess.”

Tessa lifts me up to my feet, straightens my hair and clothes before getting back to role play. She mock barks, “Now get your ass to the corner, missy!”

I stare at my toppy newly-minted spanko of a girlfriend in awe, full of gratitude. I love her so much but “Um … Miss Poppins is not supposed to say ass.” I remind her meekly.

“Oh,” she says, putting a hand over her mouth and chuckles. “Ok, please move that red bottom of yours over to the corner, Miss Jane.” She enunciates each word clearly.

“What if I don’t eh?” I tease her.

She accepts the challenge, standing up from the couch half smiling. I step back but she firmly grabs my ear and spank-walks me to the corner. I try to protect my backside with a free hand.

She tucks my skirt up to make sure my spanked bottom is visible. Then she slaps my tender bottom cheeks a few more times, chuckling, “This is actually fun. I can totally get used to this.”

Oh dear, sure hope you know what you’re getting yourself into, Molly.

My lovely girlfriend purrs in my ear, “Merry Christmas, Mo. Hope you liked your early Christmas present.”

“Are you kidding? This is the best Xmas present ever!” I swoon into her soft neck. “Thanks and I love you so much, Tess.”


Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

This story is part of Alyx’s 2015 Christmas Gift Exchange here

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The Little Dream Weaver

Many happy returns of the day, Your Majesty Ma’am 🙂

Once upon a time, the Sapphic Spanking Kingdom stood proudly in the middle of the big ocean like a huge rock. Queen Aster had ruled the small island nation for over two decades now. Her Majesty’s reign was characterized by her kind, compassionate and gentle nature, and her subjects responded well to her touch of maternal love. The little Kingdom had enjoyed peace ever since she came to power after her father, the former King, had passed away. The ruler’s affectionately called “the People’s Queen” by the inhabitants.

In the SS Kingdom, it was the traditional custom that only the female gender was empowered to carry out disciplines, and only to female recipients, little girls or grown-up women alike. It was common for the mothers, grandmothers, aunts, older sisters or cousins, or even neighbors to dish out spankings to naughty girls or women, on their luscious bare bottoms, sometimes in public.

The biggest spanko in the history of human kind, Queen Aster was fully aware that disciplinary spankings were not necessarily fun affairs for either party involved, especially the receiving end. Being the compassionate type, she installed an annual Sapphic Spanking Kingdom Party, at which true fun was to be had by all who attended. According to the island tradition, a girl turned into a woman at the tender age of 16 when she was allowed to attend the spanking parties where many kinds of playful and pleasurable spankings were gloriously and generously on display for her to behold and to experience.

There on the edge of the SS Kingdom lived Pearl, a petite girl of 14 with almond shaped eyes, emerald and sparkling, and long brown hair tied into a pony tail. Her olive skin was smooth with a youthful and beautiful glow. The girl was already well on her way of pubertal growth because her body now showed a womanly curves, her breasts in full blossom and her bottom a round ripen peach.

She and her father lived in a nice cozy cottage that he had built with bamboo sticks and coconut tree leaves. She did not remember her mother because the poor woman passed away from hemorrhaging after giving birth to her, as this was unfortunately a rather common case in those days. Her grief stricken father, a carpenter, never remarried for fear a step mother would surely mistreat his little precious daughter. The man did not have much schooling or money but he was a doting father. His only child was his sunshine.

Not having a mother meant that Pearl was seldom disciplined growing up, let alone spanked. Sure she had seen plenty times when her aunts spanked her cousins when they were naughty. Occasionally one of her aunts would give her a swat or two on her bottom as a warning if she misbehaved, but the girl had never had a proper spanking, the OTK type or otherwise, her little bottom remaining virtually a virgin for all spanking purposes.

She had on many occasions observed her adult female relatives getting very excited before the annual Sapphic Spanking Party and heard them whisper and giggle afterwards while rubbing their bottoms. Though very curious, Pearl was a quite introverted child, too shy to ask her aunts or older cousins about their fun spankings at the party.

Though sometimes lonely, Pearl was quite a self-sufficient and independent girl. She did not bother her father with any requests or demands; instead, she was mostly content being alone. Left to her own devices, Pearl let her wild imagination take over, weaving elaborate dreams full of beautiful women, princesses and palaces, soft and bouncy bottoms, and fun and pleasurable spankings.

On lazy summer days, the Little Dream Weaver lay on her favorite hammock in front of their small cottage, the towering palm trees swaying in the warm breeze providing welcome cool shade for her. The large black cicadas perched on top of the banyan tree nearby chirped loudly. The best time was in the evening when the sunset cast the lagoon in brilliant hues of red, orange and topaz. Pearl loved watching the setting sun, her face caressed by the gentle evening breeze. With her beloved kitten Tilly snuggling on her chest, she wove dreams after wonderful dreams full of spirited Sapphic spankings. Often times she blushed, burying her face in Tilly’s soft fur coat and giggling uncontrollably at her own tales.

She remembered when she was only a small child, her father took her to the People’s Queen annual parade on the SS Kingdom’s main boulevard. When the royal carriage drew nearer, she saw the regal Queen sitting straight backed with her only daughter, the little Princess Liha sitting next to her. The Queen was wearing a blue and yellow royal gown streaked with gold threads. Her Majesty smiled and waved at the little girl, or so Pearl told everyone. It was only a fleeting moment, but the Little Dream Weaver was smitten, completely and hopelessly. Queen Aster was so beautiful in the little girl’s eyes: round dark brown eyes, jet black wavy hair, silky olive skin, moon shaped face, and bright full red lips. Her frame was ample and matronly, her smile warm, kind and loving.

That night Pearl had a wonderful dream. Queen Aster came gliding into her room, her eyes smiling showing a few lines on her smooth skin. She sat down at the edge of Pearl’s bamboo bed and took the girl into her open arms and cuddled her for a long while. “My child, you’re a good girl.” Her Majesty told her in a rich and supple voice. Then she gently put the girl over her knees. The spanking on her bare bottom was soft, sensual and thrilling and the girl had never forgotten it. So many times at bedtime she willed herself to have Her Majesty visit her again but it never happened after that.

The Year of the Dragon heralded the upcoming womanhood of Princess Liha, the Queen’s precious only child. The SS Kingdom celebrated the Princess’ 16th birthday with week-long festivities. The rites of passage on the island included many activities to initiate a girl into a woman, including Sapphic spankings. Every teenage girl on the island was invited to the party. Pearl was so excited she tossed and turned the night before on her bamboo mat, annoying the kitten immensely.

On the first day of the big party, Pearl eagerly waited in the long line to get in. However when it was her turn, the guard looked her up and down and refused to let her in. “You are too … young, little girl,” they told her. “But I’m 15,” she informed them. “Well, um… you LOOK too young,” they insisted.

Tears running down her face, Pearl ran all the way home.

The girl knew her clothes were too shabby and that was probably the reason she had not been allowed in. But Pearl was determined not to let that stop her from attending Princess Liha’s party. For the first time in her life she asked her father for a dress.

The carpenter listened to the girl and nodded. He then carefully removed a fancy carving of a beautiful dragon from his shelf. “Here daughter, this is made of the best koa wood on the island.” He instructed her. “Take it to the Mission House down the beach and ask for that nice haole Mistress. It should make a good trade for Chinese silk enough for a dress.”

Clutching the shining artwork in her hands, Pearl went and found the Mistress at the Mission House. The lady adored wooden figurine so much she pulled a bolt of silk from a trunk and gave Pearl a generous cut. The oriental fabric felt even smoother than the white sand on the beach, Pearl thought.

The next morning, the determined girl showed up at the line sporting a sleeveless low cut mint green silk dress made by the most famous island seamstress. The one-piece garment accentuated her curved body beautifully and the color of the dress making her eyes practically shine. With her long brown hair laying over her lovely bare shoulders in a smooth cascade, Pearl looked so poised and mature beyond her age. For this special occasion, the girl put a smudge of Cochineal on her lips so they appeared brighter and fuller than usual.

The guard did a double take when he saw the elegant girl. “Why my little girl! You look um… almost as pretty as our Princess Her Highness. What’s your name?”

“It’s Pearl, and I … I am a princess too!” The statement rolled out of Pearl’s mouth before she could catch it.

The guard’s face lit up. He carefully guided Pearl into the hall and over to Princess Liha. “Your Highness, here this is Pearl, another princess.” He bowed to them both, all smiles.

Princess Liha was struck by the petite beauty’s quiet and intense dignity. Pearl opened her mouth to explain, but Her Highness took her hand right away and led her to the dance floor. It took a while for the shy girl to warm up, but the two girls hit it off in no time. Like the Queen, Her Highness was a very kind soul, good natured, warm and trusting. Pearl instinctively felt safe and comfortable with the Princess.

By the end of the party, the two girls became inseparable. The Princess took Pearl to meet her mother, Queen Aster. “Mother, this is my good friend Pearl. She’s a princess too!”

Thus began the Little Dream Weaver’s epic tale.

Little Pearl soon became like family to Queen Aster and Princess Liha. The Queen treated her like another daughter. During long hours of sitting around the table after dinner or lounging on the beach in the evening breeze, Pearl wove tales after tales to entertain the royal mother and daughter. She told them her family had not been native to the SS Kingdom; instead they had fled from Gifi, an island nation about 1000 miles away from the Sapphic Spanking Kingdom. Her father was the younger brother of the King but had been driven out because the King had fancied her mother who was the most beautiful woman on the island and a daughter of the chief of a big tribe.

“See, I’m a Princess of Gifi!” Pearl announced dramatically, totally immersed in her own imagination.

The Queen and the Princess were captivated. “What happened to your family, dear?” they asked.

“The King, my uncle, was planning to lock my father away forever because he wanted to take my mother to be his second wife.” Pearl kept on weaving. “So my father escaped carrying me all the way to the SS Kingdom.”

The more fanciful tales she span, the deeper Pearl’s imagination ran wild until she believed she actually was a princess from Gifi. When she was telling the story, those beautiful almond shaped eyes would sometimes tear up as if the poor girl was mourning the loss of her heritage, her mother, her parents’ kingdom.

Queen Aster and Princess Liha were completely taken in. They both fell head over heels in love with this beautiful girl who looked so vulnerable when she was spinning her family tales. So Little Pearl wove on and on, tale after tale about the Island of Gifi, about her beautiful mother, her bountiful homeland, her lost kingdom.

Occasionally at quiet moments when she’s by herself, Pearl thought about the tales she’d been weaving and felt a tinge of guilt tugging at her heart. But she was having the time of her life and didn’t want to risk losing the affection and love Her Majesty and Her Highness showered on her. Just some silly harmless fibs, no real harm done, the Little Dream Weaver reassured herself. Though in her mind she knew that one day she would come clean to the Queen and the Princess. I just need to find the right time and right moment, she told herself.

The first time Princess Liha kissed the Little Dream Weaver on her lip, they were lounging on a quiet stretch of the beach, reveling in the simple joys of sand and watching ocean waves roar up before crashing into white froth. The kiss felt like a soft drop of rain landing on a flower pedal, delicate and yet passionate. They waded into the water and explored every part of each other’s bodies: round and firm breasts, erect nipples, nice curves around the middle, super smooth skin on the inner thighs, firm yet soft calves, and oh, and those plumpish yet taut buttocks. As they looked up at the clear and achingly blue sky, both girls knew in their hearts that they’d found the love of their life and the future promises were endless.

Living up to the Kingdom’s name, the lovers played spanking games many times, taking turns giving and receiving. As a bonus, Queen Aster also paid plenty of special attentions to both girls’ bare bottoms. Her Majesty was a superb spanker with her gentle but firm hand, though occasionally she used household items such as a hairbrush, wooden spoon, or bamboo ruler. Those were not punishment spankings; rather they were loving gestures of fondness and care. Oftentimes, the Queen made sure that Pearl’s bottom over her royal knee was warm and nice with a beautiful hue of pink, and the wiggling girl felt so cared for and loved. In her mind, Her Majesty practically became her mother.

The following year Pearl turned 16, becoming an adult woman in the island’s tradition. She and Princess Liha made quite a striking pair on the island: while Pearl was petite and slender Her Highness was taller and broader; Pearl had long straight brown hair, Her Highness had her raven curls cropped short. The two young women lovers were the favorite pair of the island folks.

That autumn, the Queen fell ill with a high fever. She lay in the royal bed getting weaker each day. The missionary doctor was called and declared that Her Majesty was stricken with a disease called typhoid which was not native to the island. “We brought it to the island,” he said forlornly. The doctor prescribed Western medicine and wished them luck before departing. Princess Liha and Pearl sat by the Queen’s bed day and night, refusing to leave. Food and water had to be brought in for them. They held onto each other tightly, whispering comforting words in each other’s ears and wiping away tears from each other’s face.

On the seventh day, Her Majesty’s eyes fluttered open. She turned and her gaze fell on the two embracing figures in the large chair by her bed, fast asleep. A smile appeared on the Queen’s face. “My two dear daughters, forever,” she thought affectionately.

That winter, Princess Liha held Pearl’s hand, looked her in the eye and asked her to marry her. “Princess Liha and Princess Pearl! I really like the sound of it, do you darling?” The Princess asked playfully.

Pearl’s face went white. She lowered her head, tears slowly streaming down her face. “I … I can’t be your wife,” she sobbed.

“What? But why?” Princess Liha looked at her love’s ashen face, confused.

“’Cause-‘cause I am a bad girl, very bad.” Pearl ran out of the house and all the way back to her father’s cottage.

Pearl lay in her hammock, refusing to talk to her father. She cried and cried until her tears dried up. Guilt, remorse and doubt gnawed at her heart. Her father begged her to eat but she would only drink a little mango juice. Her father begged her to come in and sleep in bed but she shook her head. She spent a sleepless night in the hammock.

The next morning, Princess Liha hurried to her side. She climbed in to sit beside her lover.

“What’s wrong my love? Why did you say you were a bad girl?” She held Pearl in her arms, seriously concerned.

Looking into Princess Liha’s warm and trusting eyes, Pearl felt a terrible pain in her heart as shame and guilt washed all over her, numbing her senses.

“I love you, Pearl.” Princess Liha’s soft whisper brushed against Pearl’s neck.

The Little Dream Weaver’s confession tumbled out amidst sniffles and sobs.

Her Highness’s eyebrows rose and her lips pursed. She looked at her sweet Pearl, incredulous and speechless. Shaking her head, she slowly turned around and left.

She’s disgusted with me now, Pearl thought miserably. She doesn’t love me anymore. I’m finished.

Little Dream Weaver’s tender heart went to pieces.

In the afternoon a palace guard hurried to Pearl’s house. “Her Majesty sent for you, NOW.”

Queen Aster sat at the royal sofa in her private chamber, a stern expression on her face, no usual warm smile.

“I’m very sorry, Your Majesty.” Pearl got down on her knees and cried.

“You’ve been lying to us all this time?!” The Queen’s rich voice was low but Pearl could hear the hurt in it. “How could you, Pearl?

“I-I got carried away. I hurt you and Her Highness. I’m really really sorry.”

“You made me feel like a fool!” The Queen raised her voice a notch.

“Please punish me.” Pearl begged.

“Oh you will be punished, girl. But not just now because I’m very upset.”

Pearl hung her head.

“You have greatly disappointed me.” Queen Aster lifted two fingers and forced Pearl to look into her dark brown irises.

The Queen’s words stabbed at Pearl’s heart. I would rather die than disappoint you, my beloved Queen, Pearl wanted to say, tears running down her face.

“Now come with me.” The Queen rose and led Pearl to her private bathtub. She soaked the girl in warm water of milk and honey, and thoroughly scrubbed her body with a towel. Then she washed the girl’s long hair, oiled it and gently combed it. Pearl could hardly keep her eyes open after the bath and fell into a deep sleep in the Queen’s bed.

When she woke up, the sun was already setting. The room was quiet.

Queen Aster was sitting in a straight-backed mahogany chair. She beckoned Pearl to come over. The girl obeyed but kept her eyes glued on the floor.

“Look at me, my child,” the Queen commanded.

The girl obeyed. “I’m very sorry for lying to you and Her Highness and hurt your feelings.” Pearl murmured.

“You will be, my girl.” The Queen replied, pointing at her knee.

The spanking was quite a punishing affair. The poor girl’s bare bottom was slapped repeatedly by Her Majesty’s small but strong hand. The impact sent the peachy bottom cheeks bouncing around like two jiggling balls.


“’Cause I wanted you to like, to-to love me.” The upended girl sniffled.

“Silly child,” the Queen bend down and stroked Pearl’s hair. “I love you just the same whether you are simply Pearl from SS Kingdom or Princess Pearl of Gifi.”

“I know,” the girl replied miserably. The sting on her bottom was not nearly as bad as the pain in her heart.

SPANK, SPANK, SPANK. “I value honesty above all else, do you understand? It’s the foundation of trust.” Queen Aster lectured.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

The Queen’s hand came down hard again on the girl’s tender bottom cheeks. More stinging slaps followed by more lectures. Then she paused.

“Have you learned your lesson, my child?” The Queen patted the warm bottom on her knee, her voice full of compassion.

“Yes, Your Majesty. I will not break your trust again,” promised Pearl.

When the punished girl’s peachy bottom was red and no doubt rather sore, the monarch deemed the message had been driven home and she stopped spanking. She pulled the miscreant up into her lap and the girl winced and gave a little squeal when her tender bottom touched the Queen’s thigh. Her Majesty gently stroked the girl’s wet face and kissed her on the forehead.

“Forgiven me, Ma’am?” Pearl dared herself to ask through tear streaked emerald eyes.

The Queen nodded and held Pearl tightly, kissing her hair. It was such a nice feeling for Pearl knowing that the Queen’s love for her had not diminished. The naughty girl allowed herself a little smile.

The door creaked open slowly and Princess Liha came in. Pearl looked up, her eyes following her lover’s, inquiring and begging for forgiveness.

“You-you still wanna me to be your wife?” Pearl’s lips quivered, her voice barely audible.

Her Highness didn’t say a word. She held out her hand and led Pearl out of the Queen’s bedroom onto the balcony. Outside, the ocean breeze was refreshing. The setting sun streaked fiery red bars across the sky, the gnarled banyan trees glowing. Her Highness sat down on the bench and gestured Pearl to stand in front of her.

She said, “Yes Pearl, I still want you to be my wife, but not before -”

“You do?” Pearl’s emerald eyes widened. “Now you know I’m not a princess AND I lied to you?”

Princess Liha looked her lover in the eye and replied slowly but firmly, “Yes my love, I still love you and wanna marry you. But as I was saying, not before I give your naughty bottom a spanking you’ll never ever forget!” She pulled a wooden paddle out of her pocket.

Pearl’s body stiffened as she saw the solid piece of wood but was swiftly pulled over her lover’s knees.

From the Queen’s room, the monarch could hear the resounding cracks against bare flesh ringing throughout, mixed in with the punished girl’s devastating wails echoing into the still hour of the nightfall. “Must be quite a thrashing. Poor girl.” The Queen lamented, sighing.

Poor girl indeed. The Little Dream Weaver practically did not sit for a week!

On the first day of spring, Princess Liha and Pearl, a commoner from SS Kingdom were married in a celebration that drew the entire population of the island that lasted for three days. “Our Princess Liha and Princess Pearl, we love you!” Shouted islanders excitedly and proudly.

From that day on, the simple girl who’d lived at the edge of the SS Kingdom weaving her own imaginary tales, became a member of the island’s royal family, a real princess, her wildest of dreams fulfilled through love.

Princess Pearl continued to spin fantastic tales to entertain her beloved wife and the benevolent Queen, but she knew the difference between truthlike and truthful and would never cross the line again. And thanks to her loving mother-in-law’s encouragement, the Little Dream Weaver started to write her tales into stories.

The two women lived and spanked happily ever after, while now and then the kind and proud Queen Aster gifting a delicious royal tanning to each princess’ royal behind.


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