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.

So last night I spent some time back  at what is becoming one of my favorite free spanking story sites, the Library of Spanking Fiction.  I read a few of Brianna’s stories.  She tends to write brother/sister themed spankings stories.  If you are offended by minors being spanked, then you’ll want to skip the stories I’m about to review.  If you’re looking for stories of loving domestic discipline where spankings are given in the best interest of the girl,  you’ll love these.

First, go to the Library of Spanking Fiction and select “Brianna” from the author drop down list.  Now choose, “Serials.”  All 3 stories there are very good, Just Shannon, Molly, and Studying Abroad.

In Just Shannon and Studying Abroad, the story is M/f with an older brother (or step brother) and a minor sister.  However, in Molly, Brian is a young man who takes an interest in Molly, a 12 year old girl.  Molly is having a tough time, and when her mom runs out on her, Brian takes her in.  As expected, Molly has behavior problems, but Brian sees the good girl in her and genuinely cares about her.  Still, he doesn’t tolerate her misbehavior.  The author does a great job of making the reader accept Brian’s discipline role in Molly’s young life.  It isn’t easy for Brian to spank Molly, but he does it because he feels it is best for her.  It’s a lovely story of young girl who finds someone who believes in her and guides her to be her best.  OK, yes, she gets quite a few spankings along the way. I loved the caring, loving relationship between Molly and Brian.

Definitely check out the other 2 stories under Brianna’s serials as well.

This story is 5 chapters long and tells the story of a woman’s first spanking.  She gets it in an unconventional way too.  Claire seeks out her spanking fantasies at a company called No. 31.  Think about the number 31 as the company’s logo.  Now turn the number 90 degrees.  Clever, huh?

I loved the playfulness of this story.  It’s a positive story of a woman daring to finally get the spanking she’s always dreamed of having.  Claire’s fantasy is a classic naughty employee and her boss scene, but hearing Claire’s thoughts as her fantasy comes to life reminds me of all the reasons why I have these same fantasies.  Mary is an excellent writer, and I plan to read more of her stories soon.  This is her only serial (many chapter story) on the site right now.  She does have 11 other short stories listed.

I’m going to say it again.  If you haven’t checked out the Library of Spanking Fiction for free spanking stories yet, you are really missing out.

This is the first story I’ve read by Ruegirl.  I chose her story for this review because she’s one of the biggest contributors to the Library of Spanking Fiction.  She has 210 serials (that’s actually 210 chapters of serials), 124 stories and 1 poem listed on the site.  That’s a serious amount of writing.

Walking Disaster is a reference to the main character, Grace.  She tends to be a bit clumsy, not to mention frequently late and accident prone.  Yet, as Jake finds out, she’s very good at her job.  Jake decides to “help” Grace be more focused.  In no time, they are lovers, but Grace discovers that Jake is not the man she thought he was.

Ruegirl’s spanking scenes are excellent, and there is plenty of them in this story.  If Grace isn’t getting spanked by Jake, Becka is getting spanked by her husband, Tony.  Becka and Tony are secondary characters in the story.  They are a married couple with a routine Friday night spanking.  Their Friday night spankings add a little spice to the story too.

The writing in Walking Disaster is excellent.  You do have to pay attention to the characters’ names because the scenes move and change rather quickly.  This is the kind of story I love.  Jake starts out just wanting to help Grace, though he’s obviously attracted to her.  Soon, he’s in love with her, but as the plot progresses, Jake has to help Grace get over his betrayal of her trust.  Will Jake and Grace live happily after ever with Friday spankings too?  You’ll have to go read Walking Disaster at the Library of Spanking Fiction.

(If you need to know how to access stories at the Library of Spanking Fiction, you can read my initial review of this free spanking story website.)

So let’s get to A Perfect Date (it’s under the P’s not the A’s).  This is the first story by flopsybunny that I’ve read.  It’s a short story, but packed with fun.  You will really feel for poor Amanda who gets the raw end of the deal (I know, I had to do it) from the cop and her boyfriend, Greg.  This is a very quick read with a little surprise twist thrown in at the end.  If you are in the habit of making out in a car, you might think again after reading this one. Well, if you are a woman that is.  The guys may have another opinion.  It was definitely a perfect date for Greg.

I’ll be reading more from Flopsybunny.  She’s a talented writer, and I love how she gets right into the action of a short story.  So for a quick read tonight, look up A Perfect Date on the Library of Spanking Fiction.  You won’t be sorry.

I randomly looked for one of the latest stories posted.  I read Cherry Hart Falls by Juliabee.  You need to be signed in to read this story (registration is free).  Go to Juliabee’s stories and select “Serials.”  There you’ll find the 3 chapters of Cherry Hart Falls.

Juliabee does nice job with developing the plot of this story.  No, every chapter is not full of spanking, but by the time Mac and Lexie get to it, you will be cheering them on.  Mac struggles with his feelings for Lexie, but he finally realizes she’s the women for him.  You’ll love Lexie’s sassy attitude.

It’s an enjoyable story with lots of fun dialogue.  If anything I would have liked the story to be longer.  The secondary characters will also make you laugh.  Lorna, Lexie’s sister, or Tina could easily have their own stories come out of this one (I’m hinting and hoping). Cherry Hart Falls seems like a spanking fun place to be.

I’ll definitely be checking back to see if Juliabee adds any new stories or serials on Library of Spanking Fiction.

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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Her note read as follows:

“Mi querido Rogelio—each time I receive a gift from my ‘secret admirer’ I imagine that it comes from you. Still, if it is so, I am deeply puzzled, for I know you must disapprove of my conduct with the innocent men whose lives I’ve disrupted. Indeed, I am a mystery to myself, and my guilt is as profound as my inability up to now to change my behavior. Here then, is my wish—please punish me as you see fit, and then do with me as you want…I am yours.”

I found her in the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, face buried in her hands. I had to practically pry her hands open before I could kiss those lips that had filled my reveries for months. When she started to stammer something I put my fingers to her lips, feeling that this was no time for talking, and quickly turned her over my lap.

She was quiet now, only sighing as I slowly slipped her skirt up to reveal the thong I knew would be there. The sight of her voluptuous buttocks, essentially naked and turned up for me so invitingly, was more intoxicating than the rum I had consumed that afternoon.

I began by scolding her, and I meant it—I reminded her of my friend Magdalena, who became so distraught after Anna lured her lover away that she withdrew in the middle of the semester and returned to Puerto Rico. The things I told her she already knew, but hearing it from me, in that vulnerable and exposed position, seemed to have a strong effect on her. She began to tremble slightly, keeping her face hidden from me so that it was impossible to tell if she was already crying, and all she could say was “Yes, Rogelio,” in an uncharacteristically soft voice.

Then I began to spank her, but not like the playful spankings I had sometimes given those former girlfriends who took such delight in provoking me. I spanked her purposefully, hard and rapidly, as a husband might spank a wife found gambling away the rent money, or a father with a teenage daughter arrested for reckless driving. It was with a feeling of great satisfaction that I felt her defenses starting to crumble, and before very long she was crying openly in what must have been a moment of profound catharsis for her. She no longer turned away from me, and seemed to be not at all embarrassed that I could see large tears tracing their path down her beautiful face.

We had been so focused on the moment that I do not believe either of us had heard Fidel’s incessant yapping during the entire duration of the spanking. I let her up then, with no clear idea of what would come next. Anna, however, was much clearer. She locked Fidel in the bathroom and went off to compose herself in the other room, returning with two tall cuba libres. She sat on my lap, apparently having lost none of her taste for taking the initiative, so that I could feel the warmth of her buttocks on my legs. We began to kiss passionately, after which it seemed very natural to spontaneously turn her over my knee again.

This time the tone was completely different. A subtle but unmistakable squirming of her hips told me that it was time to remove her thong, which slipped easily over her pink bottom. In another moment she was gasping and moaning, her derriere rising rhythmically to meet the palm of my hand—in short, a romantic spanking, segueing smoothly and inevitably into the most intense lovemaking of my life.

So that is how it began, two years ago, although it seems like yesterday. As for tomorrow, it is not easy to say. Anna wishes to return to Nicaragua someday soon, so we have a long road before us, and the most complicated and difficult part of it is only just beginning.

Oh, you ask, what did I write in my envelope on that fateful day? I leave that to your imagination.

The End

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She greeted me the next day wearing a short burgundy dress that showed her slim legs to advantage, a white shirt with gold cuff links, and the hoop earrings, which I complimented.

“Yes, they’re from a supposed ‘secret admirer’.”

She smiled her enigmatic smile—did she suspect?

“Whose numbers, I’m sure, are legion.”

“Oh Rogelio, you sound like a character from a Jane Austen novel.” But I could tell she liked it.

While she prepared cocktails in the kitchen of her charming, understated apartment, I examined her bookshelves. Along with the expected psychology texts and Latin American novels I spied a volume which immediately led me to reformulate my plan—it was “Story of O,” by Pauline Reage. Clearly there was more to Anna Natalia Chamorro than I had dared to imagine.

She returned with the cocktails (designed, I’m sure, to cloud my judgement), and the little dog, who regarded me balefully, its beady little eyes barely visible through a tangle of white hair.

“Say hello to Fidel,” she said, indicating the little cur, who sniffed my pants leg and took it upon himself to growl ominously, as if he could intimidate anything larger than a hamster.

Without further ado Anna seated herself at the chess board, again taking the white pieces.

“I have a suggestion,” I said. “To make the game even more interesting, I propose we play for secret stakes.”

She looked at me inquiringly.

“Each of us will write a wish on a piece of paper and seal it in an envelope. When the game is over, the winner will receive his or her wish.”

Now she eyed me with amusement, but, as I had calculated, her self-confidence led her to agree. She took a while to write down her stakes, we each sealed our envelope, and it was time for the game to begin….although truth to tell, it had been underway for some time already.

This time around her attention was focused, and her attack as subtle as it was ferocious. Forty five minutes and three cuba libres later I was still parrying her moves, and while we were playing on relatively even terms, something strange and unexpected began to occur. I found myself consumed with the desire to learn what she had written in her note, that note which she had so carefully composed. My instincts told me that the only way to gain a decisive insight into Anna’s carefully guarded soul was to read that note, and it seemed there was only one way to guarantee that. Thus I decided that, my competive nature be hanged, I would lose, but so cleverly that she would not suspect my complicity in her victory.

Her reaction upon winning the game was a study in contrasts—at first an unmistakeable exultation in her eyes, quickly replaced by every sign of confusion and nervousness. She stood up suddenly, startling Fidel, and drained her cocktail glass. Then she pushed her envelope toward me, her hand shaking, saying:

“Please read this, but I have to wait in the other room. If I have misjudged you, please leave and never mention it to me again, or to anyone else. All will go on as before. Otherwise…”

But she could not continue. She practically ran from the room, followed by Fidel, and slammed the door behind her. Her note read as follows:

- To Be Continued -   I know I know that was a mean place to leave you hanging like that.

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