You can find this spanking story, All the Days of Our Lives by saradora at the Library of Spanking Fiction.  This is an M/F spanking story about an engaged couple working out the terms of their domestic discipline relationship.  I can’t say enough about what a beautiful love story this is.

There are no names in this story.  The boyfriend spanks his girlfriend very hard for not taking her medication.  We hear his point of view as he expresses how much he loves her and why he spanks her.  She struggles with being spanked.  She decides to leave him because of the spankings, even though she clearly loves him.

While she is gone, she realizes she can’t live without him.  So, they begin negotiating the terms of their future domestic discipline marriage.  He agrees to some of her conditions for spanking her, but it’s the “love, honor and obey” part of their vows that cause conflict for them.  Can they work out the terms of their relationship and live happily ever after in a loving discipline marriage?

This is the first story I’ve read by saradora, and I definitely plan on reading more.  I love how she expresses the emotions of both of them in this story.  It’s well written and makes me think about how a couple might really discuss discipline during engagement, working out terms they can both accept.  Domestic discipline isn’t always about the man being dominant and setting all the terms.  At its best, it’s a mutual agreement that bonds the two together in an intimate and loving way.

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Back to my newest find in free spanking stories, the Library of Spanking Fiction. As of today they are up to 7,174 items in their library.  That is a serious amount of spanking stories!  So today I stumbled upon Linda’s stories.  Oh my goodness! I’m going to have to read all of her stories now.  Let’s talk about “Sisters in Crime.”

Lindsey’s sister, Kathy, is coming for a visit.  Now Lindsey is married to Ben, and they have a domestic discipline marriage.  Kathy is staying for a month, so you already know that someone is going to get into trouble.  Kathy manages to quickly get herself into some serious trouble and winds up having to call her sister to bail her out of jail.  (Wow, that’s way more trouble than even I’ve ever been in.)  Unfortunately for Lindsey, she agrees to keep things from her husband Ben.  We all know that never works out.  They always find out, always.  In this case, Ben finds out pretty much immediately.   So now we have Kathy who has lied and been arrested, and Lindsey who hasn’t been truthful with her husband.

It’s Lindsey who has to deal with her husband first.  She knows better of course.  Ben spanks Lindsey in front of Kathy, much to Lindsey’s embarrassment.  Ben is that perfect disciplinarian that gives no nonsense spankings, but is also tender and forgiving when it’s over.  Don’t you love those?  Kathy has to decide if she is going to submit to a spanking as well.  It’s obvious from the beginning of the story, that she respects Ben and he cares about her as his sister-in-law.  It’s seeing how domestic discipline really works between Ben and Lindsey that makes Kathy agree.  Lindsey had done wrong, she was punished, and now she’s forgiven.  Something in that touches Kathy, and she agrees to the spanking.  It’s a real punishment spanking, but also very much loving domestic discipline.

The story doesn’t stop there.  Ben introduces Kathy to his friend, Paul.  It doesn’t take long before Paul is spanking Kathy.  Of course, Lindsey doesn’t get off too easy with Ben either.  There are plenty of spankings in this 7-chapter serial.

Linda’s other 2 serials are also excellent, Disciplined with Love and the Farmer’s Girl.  Of the 3, I liked Sisters in Crime the best.  Linda has a bunch of short stories as well.  A few appear to be further stories of Ben and Lindsey.  I’m going to check those out next.

If you like domestic discipline M/F stories, you’ll love Sisters in Crime by Linda.

The Houseboat is written by Katrina Devlin.  She’s one of my favorite authors on the site.  She often writes historical spanking stories, but this one is a contemporary.  After reading The Houseboat, I sure hope she decides to write more contemporary stories, specifically about a few of the characters in this story.

The Houseboat is 9 chapters long.  All 9 chapters are already available on the site.  Members of the site know that new stories are introduced one chapter at a time, but once it’s completely released, the entire story remains available in the database until it eventually is released in an ebook.  I really like the longer stories as I’ve said before. I like to really get to know the characters.  Other readers may like shorter stories that get right down to the spanking scenes.

In The Houseboat, the spankings are not the main focus.  This is a relationship story about Ruby and Will and how two very different people come together and fall in love.  What really makes this story special is the unique secondary characters, specifically Ruby’s family and Will’s band members. I would love to see Amelia and Cary as wells as Pryor and Ariana get their own stories.  Katrina does an amazing job with creating characters that you can’t get enough of.

Ruby Davenport is a 36-year-old woman getting over a bitter divorce and the death of her young son.  She decides to start a new life by buying a houseboat and living on it.  Docked next to her houseboat is “Strummer” which is owned by Will, a musician with specific ideas about how bad behavior from a woman should be handled.  While Ruby is trying to put together a new life, she realizes she wants Will to be a part of that life, even if he does have a firm hand.

This is a fun story with great dialogue.  My favorite part of The Houseboat is that the spanking seems like such a natural part of the story.  If you are a member of Discipline and Desire, please make The Houseboat your next reading choice.  You won’t be sorry.

By Christina

The walk from the living room to our bedroom was the longest journey I have ever taken. I’m sure that’s how the people on death row feel as they are taking that last walk down the corridor before meeting their fate.

I walked into our bedroom and headed straight for the closet.  Shaking as I opened the closet door I reached up, got the wooden paddle off of the shelf and carried it to the bed where I laid it.  It hurt just to look at it, and I shivered at the memory of the feeling it has on my bottom.

I took my shirt off, folded it and laid it on the chair nearby.  Started to unfasten my jeans and stopped to think of what would happen if I chose to keep them on.  Last time that happened, Keith decided to give me two spankings: the one I had previously earned and then one for not obeying him that night.  With that thought going through my mind, I hastily pulled my jeans and panties off and also placed them in the chair with my shirt.  I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for what seemed like forever.

I jumped as I heard the door open.  He slowly shut it behind him and walked over the bed where I was still at.  I was too frozen to move.  As he towered over me I could feel his disappointment in me.  He reached for my hand pulling me up as he nonchalantly switched places with me and before I had a chance to react I found myself pulled down over his knee.

“I don’t see the big deal, Keith.  It’s only a couple hundred dollars.  I can get a job and pay it off later.”  I began to plead my case again. Really I didn’t see the issue. Yes we have always had money problems but seriously I can handle it.  And we are better off now.  So what’s the big deal?

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! My thoughts were quickly interrupted as his hand began to spank my bottom.  Obviously he didn’t agree with my point of view.  He continued to spank; I continued to be my usual bratty self.  I was not going to cry.  I was not wrong here.  At least I didn’t think so.

“Caroline, you can not go off and do your own thing.  We are a couple. We are in this together. And when rules are set you will learn to follow them.  Or I will assist you in learning this lesson”.

He spoke so calmly to me.  Yet I could still hear the frustration and disappointment in his voice.  I shivered just knowing that his stopping to say those words meant the he was also using this time to switch to the paddle.  I braced myself for it.  And I waited.

And then it happened.  The one thing that was worse than having him paddle me.  He slid me off his lap as he stood and exited the room, leaving me right where I was.  He’d never done this before.  Was he really that mad?  Would he come back?  Am I to move?  Does he not love me enough to punish me?  Too many thoughts running through my head.  I couldn’t even see straight.  The room had gone hazy, and I was shaking so fast.

I don’t know when, but sometime later I realized that I was still sitting on the floor.  Only now Keith’s arms were wrapped around me as he held me tight.  The blurriness of the room was caused by my own tears as I was crying uncontrollably like never before.  I knew he loved me.  Even through his disappointment I felt that love.  But the tears just couldn’t stop.  Even without a good paddling, I felt his forgiveness as he continued to hold me, rubbing his hands on my back and lightly kissing me.  His not spanking me was a worse punishment than I ever would have imagined.  Yet I still felt freed somehow…

The End

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One More Account

By Christina

“You opened another credit card account that we don’t need” Rick exclaimed!

Our credit debt had increased drastically the past year. I’m not really sure where the money all went to.  Just a little outfit here, a couple new pairs of shoes there, and it just seemed to add up faster than I kept track.  Oops!  I guess I just did a little overspending.

I knew how Rick felt about overspending.  We have talked about it for a long time.  Before he set the spending limit six months ago, I did a lot of frivolous shopping.  But when we didn’t have enough to make the car repairs because I had maxed out all our cards, Rick decided it was time for a change.

He decided that it was best to cut up most of our cards.  We did keep one for fun stuff, and one for emergencies.  And then he also put a limit on how much we could spend each month on frivolous activities and items.  I did really good at staying on track for a while.  Of course I would have this urge every once in a while, but I knew my husband meant business so I never went overboard on anything.

But I always really wanted to shop.  I was an impulse shopper by trade.  So when I got the pre-approved card offer in the mail I jumped on it.  Besides, I would just take one quick shopping spree and then pay it off before Rick every found out…no harm, right?

I thought it was a brilliant plan, until today.  He got home long before I did and started going through the mail.  To my surprise …and his…there was the credit card bill in the stack; a bill for a card that he didn’t approve, much less say that we could open.

Rick stood there glaring at me, waiting for an answer or an explanation, or something.

“I um, well I,” I stood there looking between my feet and the papers he was waving in his hand.

“I’m waiting, Caroline.  Did you open a credit card account without my permission?”

I opened my mouth to speak but all that came out were a couple of sounds.  I wasn’t sure if I was more shocked that I actually disobeyed him or that I got caught.

“I’m still waiting for an answer and I don’t plan on having to wait to long.”  Rick was getting more ticked as I just stood there avoiding his question.  He knew the answer already, so why did I have to answer him?

Yet the look in his eyes told me I should spill it.  “I’m sorry. I was good for so long and I felt I just needed to release and shop.  I was going to pay if off before you found our, I just…” I trailed my voice as I watched his face darken.

“So not only did you disobey me with opening another account, but you also were planning on deceiving me and lying about it. I see…” Rick walked over to me and placed his hands on my shoulders.  Looking at me squarely in the eyes so that mine met his he softly spoke.  “Go to our room, get undressed, and have the paddle out waiting for me.  I’ll be there in a few.”

- To Be Continued -

Wait, wasn’t that her line? Allie looked up at him. “Sure, Honey. What about?”

“Why don’t you tell me? Have you been good lately?”

“What? Yes, I’ve been good.” Allie smiled and leaned up to kiss him. He kissed her back. Damn he was a good kisser.

“Stop trying to distract me, Sweetheart. Tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong, Ben. Why do you think something is wrong?” she answered innocently, though not truthfully.

He growled softly under his breath. “I’m going to have to drag this out of you, aren’t I? Why don’t we start with this mood you’ve been in the last few days?”

Now why is it that when you get the opportunity to discuss something you’ve been wanting to discuss, but it isn’t when you wanted to discuss it, you do stupid things.

“I am NOT in a mood!” Allie shot back at him as she tried to get up from the couch. Just as she made it to standing, Ben’s arm came around her and pulled her face down over his lap.

“Hey! I said I’ve been good!” she yelled as she struggled.

That was only answered by a hard smack to her backside. She squealed and looked back at him. Oh this wasn’t good. His face looked firm and determined. Wasn’t this what she wanted? Well, yes, but no, but it wasn’t supposed to go like this.

“Start talking, Allie,” he said much too calmly.

Allie whined, “I can’t tell you. You’ll think I’m a horrible wife.”

She felt the hem of her dress raised and her panties pulled down as she struggled to get off his lap. “You can’t spank me. I haven’t done anything!”

Six hard smacks landed on her bare behind. This was so not a playful spanking she thought as she tried to catch her breath.

“I’m waiting,” was all he said.

“Please, Ben. I don’t want to talk about this right now.”

He made one of those long-suffering sighs and lit into her bottom hard and fast. Allie was kicking and crying and struggling with everything she had. Not that it did her any good of course.

Crying over his lap, Allie wanted to tell him the truth but was still afraid he would think she was awful, or worse that he would think she was crazy for needing these type of spankings whether she misbehaved or not. It had taken a lot to ask him to discipline her with a spanking when she didn’t obey him. How could she possibly explain to him that she just needed this without having to misbehave to get it. She didn’t understand it herself.

“I’m losing patience, Honey. Do I need to send you for the hairbrush?”

“No, no please! It’s just that I needed a spanking. I don’t need the hairbrush, honest.”

“What? What do you mean you needed a spanking? I just spanked you a few days ago.”

“Not that kind of spanking, Ben. This kind,” Allie put her head down and cried from complete embarrassment, and then she started rambling through her tears. “I wanted a discipline spanking, and I don’t know why, but I just did, but I didn’t want to purposely do something wrong to get it. I guess I wanted you to just know, just read my mind or something, and I know I’m lucky that you spank me, and I feel so guilty that I want more from you after you’ve already been so understanding about all of this. Please don’t think I’m a horrible wife,” she sobbed over his lap and waited for him to tell her how awful she was.

Ben rested his hand on her red cheeks and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Sweetheart, I have a beautiful woman over my lap with the sexiest red ass I have ever seen in my life trusting me to spank her to tears. If that is what having a horrible wife is, then I’d take it any day of the week.”

Allie stopped crying and looked back at him, “You would?”

“I would. Now let’s finish your spanking, and then we’ll talk about how to fix your ‘I need a spanking’ moods.”

He didn’t give Allie a chance to answer. He just started spanking. He covered both cheeks and the back of her thighs with stinging slaps that echoed in the room. Of course that was quiet compared to the cries and promises coming from his wife. He lectured and scolded her about not coming to him and trusting him to take care of her. He also promised her the hairbrush if she ever went for days carrying the “I’m a horrible wife” guilt again.

Some time later, Ben pulled his sobbing wife onto his lap and rocked her telling her how much he loved her. When she finally quieted her crying, Allie cuddled against him content and happy with all those wonderful feelings that she always got after a spanking was over.

Ben patted her tender behind. “Are you ready to talk about your moods?” he asked. Really she wasn’t. She just wanted to rest in his arms and maybe even take a nap.

“How often do these ‘I need a spanking’ moods happen, Allie?”

Well, heck, she wasn’t going to get a nap. “About once a month, Honey, but I feel better now.”

“Uh huh, until next month.” He shifted her on his lap. “Look at me, Sweetheart.” He had that tone in his voice again. The one that always made her tummy flip and the rest of her get all warm and turned on. She obeyed him and looked up at him.

“From now on, every first of the month, you will get a discipline spanking…”

“But..”

“I’m not finished, Allie,” he waited for her to get that contrary look off her face. When she finally did, he continued, “These monthly spankings are not for misbehaving. You’ll still get spanked when you misbehave. These will be discipline spankings to remind you that I care about you and how you behave, that you agreed to submit to me, and just because you need them. Do you understand?”

Allie thought about all the arguments she could make. Instead, she nodded and asked, “Are they going to hurt? I mean like punishment spankings?”

He smiled at her, “Of course they’re going to hurt. They won’t be play spankings.”

“Every month?” she asked.

“Every month, on the first of the month,” he said.

“And you won’t forget?” she said with a pout.

“And I won’t forget,” he answered smiling at the adorable face she was making.

“You promise?” she said as she cuddled back against.

He laughed, “oh I promise, Sweetheart.”

And so readers, it turns out the cure to Allie’s “I need a spanking” mood was once-a-month, no-matter-what, just-because- she-needed- them discipline spankings.

Liz was one of the lucky ones. Her husband spanks her. Well, Allie’s did too, but Liz’s husband was the real deal. Allie frowned. That sounded ungrateful. Allie was one of the lucky ones too, because her husband spanks her. It was just different, because it had been Allie’s idea. Grrr, even that sounded like she was whining. Forget it. It was better to wait for Liz because she would understand even if Allie did sound like an ungrateful whiner.

Another 45 minutes later and Allie was blessed with the chime! “Liz is online.” It’s about time.

Allie: Hey Liz. I’ve been waiting for you.
Liz: Hey, what’s up?
Allie: I’m in one of those moods again.
Liz: Uh oh, “the I need a spanking” mood?
Allie: Yes, but I feel so damn guilty that I need it, and not just a play one. I even got one of those the other night and it helped, but it just wasn’t what I needed.
Liz: sheesh, girl, I could give you one of mine.
Allie: LOL, no, though it does sound tempting.
Liz: That’s because you’ve never felt Kyle’s lexan paddle

Allie knew that Liz’s husband spanks whenever he thinks she needs it, and Liz is expected to submit to whatever spanking he decides she needs – paddles, belts, hairbrushes and other things Allie couldn’t even think about. She also knew that Kyle probably gives much harder spankings than Allie could ever take. She’d never even felt a lexan paddle, and didn’t have any desire to feel one from all she’d heard about them. Allie’s problem wasn’t her husband’s ability to spank, it was getting him to take the initiate to spank. Kyle seemed to almost instinctively know when Liz needed a spanking. At least it seemed that way. Liz never got the “I need a spanking” mood.

Liz: try being a brat. That always gets me spanked.

Allie thought about Liz’s words and started heaping the guilt on herself again. Why couldn’t she just be happy with what she had? She had to admit that most days she really was – very happy, ridiculously happily married. It was just when the “i need a spanking” mood would hit and wouldn’t let go. Then there was the guilt and feeling horrible about herself, and let’s not even talk about the “why the heck do I even need discipline” feelings.

LiZ: you still there?
Allie: yes sorry. You know that’s the whole thing, Liz. I don’t want to be a brat or have attitude to get a spanking. I know he can’t read my mind either. So I don’t know what to do to make this feeling go away, and the more it hangs on the worse I feel about myself.
Liz: Why do you feel bad about needing a spanking?
Allie: No, I feel bad about not being thankful that my husband does spank me. I read the forums. I know how lucky I am. I know most women with this need would change places with me in a heartbeat. Heck, they’d kill to be in your place.
Liz: Well until they met up with the immovable force that is my husband. Then they’d think just like I do, “what the heck did I get myself into.”

Liz’s husband had been a spanking man since they met in college. He had always spanked her for bad behavior, and of course they had plenty of the sexy, yummy kind of spankings too. In fact, Liz was more likely to complain how unfair a spanking was than to ever get the “I need a spanking” mood. Allie wondered if she was just idealizing Liz’s marriage.

Allie: Maybe I need rules like you do.
Liz: don’t go there, girl. Trust me. There is nothing fun about rules.
Allie: but if I had rules maybe I wouldn’t get these feelings – needing discipline. The rules would be a sort of discipline, wouldn’t they?
Liz: Rules just mean you don’t get to do what you want to do whenever you want to do it. And my paddle wielding husband makes me tell on myself when I break a rule. I mean do I look dumb to you? I know that’s going to get me spanked.
Allie: LOL Do you even ever break the rules, Liz? I know he has that evil paddle. You must be a brave girl.
Liz: Oh sure I break the rules. I’m just really careful about it.
Allie: OH! I am so telling on you. LOL What happened to telling him about it?
Liz: Yeah well that’s one of the rules I break a lot.

Allie thought about that. Even with rules and the certainty of a paddling, Liz still misbehaved. She sighed and felt even more confused. Maybe this “I need a spanking” mood will just pass on its own.

Liz: Think about why you feel you need a discipline spanking. Do you just need a good cry?
Allie: I’m not sure. That’s part of it I think.
Liz: Do you need his attention? Because hey there are a lot better ways to get attention.
Allie: No it’s not that I’m sure. He gives me a lot of attention.

The chat was quiet for a few minutes while both of them ran for a diet coke refill.

Allie: You know. I think I just need something emotional that comes from a real disciplinary spanking. I’m just not sure what to call it or how to express it.
Liz: Well girlfriend, you have only have so many choices here. You talk to him or you misbehave.
Allie: I hate that whole idea of misbehaving on purpose. It just feels fake.
Liz: I think you hate that he can’t see what you need, that he can’t read your mind.
Allie: OK, now I’m back to feeling horrible about myself.
Liz: Talk to him. It got you this far hasn’t it?
Allie: I’ll think about it. Thanks Liz.

They said goodbye just as Allie heard the garage door opener signal her husband was home.

- to be continued-