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American Idol, Submitted anonymously
I'm a contestant in the audience of "American Idol", and I just ADORE Simon, and think that he and Ryan Seacrest should get together...anyways, Simon is being his usual boorish self, and Ryan, perky..adorable, bitching Ryan, can't suppress his laughter as several outraged female fans (me being one) rush Simon in the midst of his verbal rampage about the untalented male singer onstage. Together as one, we grab cups of water and fling them over Simple Simon's head, completely drenching him and cutting off his next words.
I was totally prepared to take flight once my common goal was accomplished...anonymity restored after just microseconds in the spotlight.
However, that was not to be. Randy, pretending to be an outraged male even though laughter also curved his sensous lips, caught me around the waist as I made my getaway. I was not prepared for what happened next! Paula, aghast at the way her co-judge was manhandling me, a female audience member, jumped up and raised her hand to first intercept, then to slap Randy. As Randy struggled with me (I am no lightweight and could hold my own in a fight), Paula had her wrist grabbed by none other than Ryan Seacrist, who had come down from stage left!
"Let it happen, P.A.," he told her, grinning like a fool. Only to jump up, incensed, a moment later and grab his pained hindquarters. Simon, still soaking wet from his impromptu shower, hauled off and whacked the young showman hard across the seat of his trousers. We were all so stunned that Randy stopped trying to restrain me and loosened his grip, Paula was released, and I stood there smiling from ear to ear. "Oww, Cowell!" Ryan whined, "why'd ya do that? You big brainless bully!"
Ryan stood on the table, glaring at Simon, who stood on much more solid ground. He used his position to grab Ryan around the waist and haul him over one muscled shoulder in a fireman's grip. My heart swelled with girlish delight, and I slapped one manicured hand down on Ryan's rounded rear, outlined in detail as he hung, suspended upside down, across the handsome Brit's shoulder.
"Free spanks on Seacrest!" I shouted, forgetting completely the reason I had Randy's handprints on my forearms. He seemed to have forgotten that as well, as he joined in the melee, spanking Ryan's cute little backside. The emcee, however, was neither seeing the joy nor the fun in the session, as he shouted threats, kicked wildly and squirmed for all he was worth, to no avail.
"Owww!" he cried out, "Stopppp!! Paula, help me! It hu-r-r-r-rts!!!"
Instead of helping, Paula went to Simon and whispered into his ear. I couldn't hear but whatever she had said made the fair-skinned man blush to the roots of his hair before he turned a stern eye on the pert judge.
"Oooh, Abdul, I should spank your bum for that, you little brat," he chided her. I strained closer to hear, but was pulled up short when Randy once again closed his hands over my arms. I looked down at them and sighed in pleasure at the contrast of his dark skin against mine. That pleasure was short-lived as he seated himself in his plush judge's chair, smoothly turned me over his lap and held me there effortlessly with one big hand pressing down my back. The other began a staccato dance, palmside down, on my upraised behind. It did not hurt as much as one might have thought, and I was already so turned on by the idea of being thisclose to Rowdy Randy, that all resistance simply melted, right along with my insides. I went 120 percent into sub mode, accepting the sharp spanks he rained on my bottom as my due.
I was horrified in the next few seconds, to realize that he was determinedly pulling up my leather skirt to bare my bottom.
"Randy, no!" I shrieked, "We're on national television!" He laughed, and truly a laughing man was a freak of nature, at least to the one upended on his lap, using his knees as a shelf for her kidneys. His palm smacked once more and I shrieked again, this time in pain. For a soft man, he had a very hard hand. I strained against his grip, wanting to get up, wanting more, much more...and wanting to know how Simon was faring with his little trouble magnet. Randy must have sensed that the brat over his knees wanted what he was giving, as he started spanking me with a regular cadence, and I was pleased to discover that he really knew how to spank a woman. His hand began a pattern, circular in nature, around the perimeter of my bottom, then in the middle right across my hole, then from side to side. He tipped me forwards a moment, so that the ends of my hair swept the carpet. I knew what he was doing...he was 'rounding out my bottom', making a certain target higher and more accessible, and I cringed, knowing, dreading, yet anticipating, what was to follow.
Sure enough, he spanked the underside of my bottom cheeks with great loud cracking slaps. I was yelping with each blow and trying to grind my sopping wet pussy on his knee as well. Suddenly the blows halted, a soft hand patted my hot skin and soothed some of the pain away as I lay over my tormenter's knee, sobbing softly.
"Bloody hell, Jackson," a voice from above me declared, "her bum's hot enough to fry mashers!" More embarrassed at the thought of Simon touching and seeing my bare bum than all of America, I jumped up from Randy's lap, tugged my panties and skirt over my blazing backside, and rushed back to my seat. My co-conspirators eyed me with a mixture of glee and envy, as I kneeled by my chair instead of sitting in it. Sitting would be a luxury I could contemplate in about ten hours, I thought. Peering over the tops of the crowd's head, choosing not to notice all the stares and catcalls directed my way, I watched to see what else would happen to the smartassed Seacrist.
I needn't have looked...I could hear Simon berating the younger man for earlier transggessions, before hearing another sound that was more than familiar...the sound of a hard palm meeting soft, bare, uninitiated bottom. The yells of pain that rose up from the area I had just vacated were sung this time in a trembling tenor voice, as Ryan Seacrist discovered that Simon Cowell did not like to be called by his last name, did not appreciate water being flung on him by the younger man in a fit of pique...and from the sound of it, did not intend to let him up for a long time. The band onstage had stopped playing...in fact, the only sound in the huge auditorium was the sound of that spanking. I stood up, walked back up to the table, flung my arms around Randy's neck and kissed his cheek.
"Thank you for my spanking, Sir," I said softly, rubbing against the handsome black man like a kitten. He patted my hand awkwardly. "Don't mention it, little girl, I just couldn't have anyone booing my dawg, Simon," he blustered.
Spanked by a Friend's Stepfather: (Submitted anonymously)
My friend's stepfather once spanked my bare bottom over his knee when I was 18 yrs old. This is my story...
We had used his car when he was away. To cut a very long story short, as I pulled in the driveway, Mr Harvey was paying a cab. He raised his eyebrow at me as I turned off the engine. I just thought I would be yelled at and my friend would get all the grief. True, I was the driver, but I did not accept responsibility. Sian panicked and was blushing incredibly as she was pleading for forgiveness. He sent her to her room and explained he wanted 10 mins with me. As she scuttled off he shook his head and said words to the affect of "You're going to regret stealing my car". He lead me by my elbow to his study and sat down. "I won't use a whip or belt, but you are going over my knee for a sound thrashing madam."
Spanking has always been a fantasy of mine so I became very aroused although had never been spanked. I did however offer the expected protestations such as "You wouldn't dare" and "you can't!". He firmly grabbed my wrist and hauled me over his knee. I twisted and writhed as he delivered a handful of relatively tame whacks upon my skirt. I could feel myself become wet and open as he spanked me. He yanked up my skrt and pulled down my knickers - I was humiliated and instinctively kicked out and swung my hand round to protect my bottom from a naked beating. He was quick to counteract as he held my wrist firmly in the small of my back and trapped my legs between his. My arse was on full show and writhing under his tight hold.
After a short pause he began to spank my naked bottom very hard. I gasped with each whack. They were very fast and I became tired quickly. I gave into the thunderous spanks and lay limp over his knee with my knickers down my thighs, my skirt hitched up and my bottom turning crimson. When he had finished, he rubbed my bottom gently while I was still bent over his knee. He adjusted my clothes and before sending me home he warned "You're lucky you got away with a hand-spanking, Sian is going to be bent over the table and be whipped with a riding crop."
I left, went straight home, into my room and masterbated. I fantasised about being whipped by Mr Harvey.
Workplace Discipline: Submitted by a woman in her early 30's
WORKPLACE DISCIPLINE
I am working late at the office, I have been late in a number of mornings and I am trying to make some time up. I can see my boss walking over to my desk, he and I are the only ones still here, I hope he will be impressed that I am still working.
“ Julie, will you come into my office please, there is something we need to discuss” he says. He looks rather stern and I feel slightly anxious, I know I have been late but I just find it so hard to wake up in the morning.
I go into his office and he shuts the door behind us. He tells me that he has noticed I have been late in on numerous occasions and that it isn’t good enough. He says he has no alternative but to fire me. I can feel the tears pricking my eyes and start begging him to reconsider, promising that I will mend my ways if he will give me another chance.
“There is an alternative” he says “ if you accept a punishment of my choosing then we shall say no more about it”. I can’t imagine what he has in mind but I readily agree, anything will be better than losing my job.
“Please come and stand in front of my desk, I want you to bend over it and stretch your arms out in front of you” I stare at him in horror, it slowly dawns on me what punishment my boss has in mind, I start to beg him to think of something else but he tells me it is this or the dole queue so I reluctantly do as I am told. I feel humiliated and vulnerable but I don’t have any choice.
Once I am in position he grabs my hands and binds them together with rope, which he then attaches to the desk. He then walks behind me, kicks my legs apart and ties each ankle to a desk leg with some more rope. Finally he secures some gaffer tape over my mouth. I can feel my heart pounding, I know now that I will have to take what is coming. I have never been spanked before, not even as a child, so I have no idea whether I will be able to cope with the pain.
My boss opens a cupboard and pulls out a school cane. I can’t believe he is going to use that on me, I always thought the cane was quite a serious punishment tool, I know now this is going to hurt. I try and stand up but the rope makes that impossible. I start to plead with him but it just comes out as incomprehensible mumbles. I can feel the tears coming but I hold them back, I am determined not to break down in front of him.
He walks behind me and tells me that I will receive 18 strokes of the cane and then I feel him lifting my skirt up and pulling down my tights and panties. I feel so exposed and feel so glad that no one can see me in this position.
I feel the cane lightly tapping on my backside as my boss lines up for the first stroke and then suddenly THWACK and I feel the breath is knocked out of me. I can’t believe that a piece of wood could hurt so much. THWACK the second stroke comes, slightly lower than the first. I try and clench the muscles in my bottom in the vain hope it might make it hurt less but my boss sees what I am doing and tells me to relax. THWACK, THWACK, THWACK the strokes come and each stroke sends waves of pain through my body. My bottom feels like it is on fire and I don’t know how I am going to get through it, and yet I know I have to because I am powerless to stop them. There is nothing I can do to ease the pain, my backside is a prime target for the cane and my boss doesn’t miss.
Finally it is over, my backside is raw and I know I won’t be able to sit down comfortably for a few days. I can feel my boss run his hands over my reddened cheeks and it feels quite nice, even though I am loathed to admit it. His hands then reach between my legs and into my pussy.
“Julie, you are soaking wet, you must have enjoyed yourself”. I can’t believe I have become aroused, how can something so humiliating and painful be a turn on. I hear my boss undoing his trousers and the next thing I know he is inside me. I try to protest but in truth I am glad I am tied up and unable to resist. I don’t want my boss to think that I am enjoying this but his hard cock does feel good inside me. He pumps hard and fast, his only concern is for his own pleasure and yet I have never been so turned on in my life. I feel him cum inside me and his juices run down my leg. He then brings his fingers to my clit and when he touches it I can’t help but groan with desire. It doesn’t take long for him to bring me to orgasm and I shudder with pleasure.
He unties me and I slowly stand up and rearrange my clothes. I wince slightly as I pull my panties over my sore bottom.
“Perhaps we should make this a regular session, I think you will benefit from some good old fashioned discipline”. “ Yes Sir” I agree and run out of his office feeling very embarrassed. I have certainly seen my boss in a new and unexpected light and I shan’t forget my punishment in a hurry.
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