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I enjoy the spanking lifestyle and writing spanking stories.  I've been into the internet scene since I was 15ish.  I'm also into the real life scene, as I have attended parties and met with a number of spankos outside of the internet world.  I feel that I have a pretty good handle on the spanking scene from the perspective of someone growing up in the internet age.  I enjoy chatting with people for the purpose of chatting -- exchange of knowledge and opinions.  I'm also open to offering advice for anyone starting out.

Outside of spanking, I enjoy traveling, partying, philosophizing, thinking about sociology, guitar hero, roller coasters, and being spontaneous.  

19 January 2015

Guest Story -- Natalie

By Dee (author of Lucas).  Dee sent me this ages ago and for some reason I never posted it.  It's one of my favorite brother/sister stories.  Maybe if you leave a lot of nice comments she'll write more :)  Fourteen year old Natalie is concerned about one thing only:  making friends with the cool kids in her new high school.  This causes her to make some bad decisions which allows her to see a side of her older brother, Lucas, that she's never seen before.

Natalie
by Dee

“Natalie! Hurry up or Luke and I are leaving you!” yelled Cody from the bottom of the stairs as he put on his backpack. It was a typical school day for the Kamiya kids. The younger kids all already left for school and Jade and Kenta already left for work. Lucas offered to give Cody and Natalie a ride since their high school was on the same direction as his work. They could’ve walked since it was a 30 minute walk but they were running late because of their sister.

“Just hang on! I’m almost done!” replied Natalie while she stared at herself in the mirror, checking every side of her body. She made a face and grunted as she stripped off her shirt and tossed it on her messy bed that is now full of clothes.

“Ugh! Nothing looks good on me today!” muttered Natalie while she rummaged through her closet. Ever since she started high school she had been so concerned about her looks and what people think. Of course it’s understandable since every freshman wants to be cool and that was the case for Natalie. She wanted to be popular and hang out with the cool people. She figured that since her eldest brother Lucas was really popular when he was in high school it shouldn’t be so hard for her. Her outfits, however, have been giving her a tough time.

“Dammit Natalie! We’re leaving!” yelled Cody as he opened the door and walked out.

Lucas sighed and grabbed his keys. “Girls…” he muttered.

“Wait!! I’m coming!!” yelled Natalie. She quickly grabbed a shirt and pulled it over her head while she ran downstairs.  She tackled her backpack and ran out the door and into the car.

“Sheesh man, about time. Why must you always make us late?” asked an annoyed Cody.
Natalie buckled her seatbelt and panted, “Shut up,” she said.

15 January 2015

Throwback Thursday!

Two things...  First, I'm thinking about doing this Throwback Thursday thing every so often, hopefully to inspire myself to write more and also to share some of my older (and not so great) stories.

Second, there's a very special reason that I chose a story from this particular series as my first TBT post...  can you guess why??  ;)

From October 2005, one of my favorite Terrence/Brianna stories:  Dinner at Romano's

13 January 2015

by Mackenzie -- Procrastinator's Oblivion

Mackenzie's Story.  Kris is having a hard time staying focused and doing as she's supposed to in school.  By chance, she meets a fellow spanko, Heath, and turns to him as a mentor.  After working together for a bit, he's unimpressed when he finds out that she's still not following the rules they have set for her.  Find more of Mackenzie's stories on her blog:  Mackenzie's Incredible Story World

Procrastinator's Oblivion
by Mackenzie

“So what are you going to do?”

Heath’s words played through my mind on repeat as I sat in front of my computer screen, facing yet another blank page at 2:00 in the morning.

“Tell me”, he said, as he smacked me with that damn paddle over and over again.What are you going to do?”

“I’ll do my homework on time! I won’t procrastinate!” I promised, screaming at the top of my lungs.

“And?” he asked, slapping me again with that damn thing. “What else?”

“I’ll take care of myself.”

“And how are you going to do that?”  I didn’t answer, but sobbed instead. I don’t think he liked that.  “How are you going to do that?” he asked again, this time enunciating more harshly. I still remained silent. “Hmm, Kristy? Tell me, what are you going to do?” He smacked me again with the paddle. “Do I have to get the belt?”

“No!” I screamed, “No!”

“Then tell me what you’re going to do.” He hit me again.

“I’m going to do my homework on time! I won’t procrastinate! I’ll go to sleep at a reasonable hour! I’ll eat healthier!”

“That’s what I want to hear,” he said, slapping me again and again. “Just a little more to drive this lesson home. I don’t want to do this again. Do you understand me, Kris?”

“Yes, sir.”

“If I find out that you haven’t improved, the spanking you get will be much worse. Do you understand me?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good,” he said, slapping me one more time with the paddle. “Get up. Stand in the corner. Don’t come out until I tell you to.”

09 January 2015

by Mackenzie -- Pittsburgh Adventure

Mackenzie's Story.  It's winter break, and Leah and Nora are looking for something exciting to do before they have to go back to school. One of their favorite bands is coming to play in Pittsburgh, the closest they've ever come, and they don't know when they'll get to see them again. Guess it's time for an adventure. See more by Mackenzie at Mackenzie's Incredible Story World

Pittsburgh Adventure
by Mackenzie

It was Sunday afternoon sometime in late December. I had just been upstairs in my bedroom talking to Nora on Skype as I was looking for concerts to go to, together before our winter break ended.  When we were younger, we’d spend hours at the local record shop, browsing the CDs. We were constantly exchanging mixtapes and playlists, and whenever we had extra money, we’d go to a local concert. Louisville had some pretty big bands come through, and some smaller indie ones that Nora and I were also interested in, so there was never a shortage of music festivities to go to. And sometimes, if we were lucky, we’d get to go to Nashville, and some of the bigger bands, or international bands, would play there.

We were in the middle of talking about the possibility of going to see Mary Lambert downtown that Friday night, when I stumbled across tour dates and places for Sigur Ros, a band that Nora and I had fallen in love with the moment we saw their first music video. They were also from Iceland, and rarely travelled to the States. When they came, they’d hit the major cities: Los Angeles, Seattle, New York… places like that. But this time, they were coming to Pittsburgh, the closest they’d ever been to Louisville.

 “Oh my God, Nora, you’ll never guess what I just found,” I said, a grin spreading wide across my face.

“What?” she smiled back. I laughed. “What is it?” she said in exasperation.

“Sigur Ros is coming to Pittsburgh!” I squealed.

“No. NO FUCKING WAY. You’ve got to be kidding me.”

I grinned. “Yep!”

“That’s only 6 hours away!”

“I know, it’s the closest they’ve ever been!” 

Her smile faded, “There’s no way we can make it out there though.”

“Why not? We’ve both got savings, and a ton of Christmas money.”

“Who’s going to drive us out there?”

“I will, silly!”

She scoffed. “Yeah, right, like you’ll be able to get your brother to agree to that.”

“Just watch me work my magic, Nora. You’ll see.”

05 January 2015

by Mackenzie -- First Party

Mackenzie's Story.  Here is another segment in Mackenzie's (almost) famous Shane and Leah series.  Leah gets a little too drunk at a party and Shane isn't too happy about it.  My favorite kind of story!  Hope you enjoy, and for more of Mackenzie's work please visit her blog:  Mackenzie's Incredible Story World.

First Party
by Mackenzie

“She walks in beauty, like the night
   Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
   Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
   Which heaven to gaudy day denies.”

Lord Byron “She Walks in Beauty”

I am suspended at the edge of a light beam. All that glows around me is made of gold. She walks in beauty before me, and I am reminded of that day in class when we read Lord Byron. She walks in beauty, like the night / Of cloudless climes and starry skies. Nora stands in front of me in a long flowing dress. I hear her voice, distant, like an angel’s and my vision, hazy. Leah. Her hands reach towards me and I wonder for a brief moment if she’s going to kiss me. Then I feel a shake, like an earthquake

“Leah!”

“What, huh?” I focus my eyes. “Oh, Nora. How you doing? You enjoying this party!?”

“Listen, we need to go home,” she says, looking me in the eyes.

“Woo-hoo! Don’t you wanna keep partying!?”

She hands me her cell phone. “Call Shane,” she says.

“Blech,” I roll my eyes. “Shane’s no fun. But fine, for you,” I say, bopping her nose, “Just for you,” and make a pitiful attempt at dialing the number before she sighs and takes the phone from me, dialing it herself.

“Shane? I’m sorry. It’s Nora. We went to a party after the dance and… uh, I had a little to drink. But Leah’s completely wasted. Neither of us can drive, can you pick us up?”

16 May 2014

by Mackenzie -- The Brightest Beacon

Mackenzie's Story.  Raised in a conservative Christian family, Leah's older brother, Shane, gets kicked out of the house when he comes out to his parents. 9 years later, Leah finds herself in a similar situation, and struggles to cope. Will Shane be able to pull her back from the edge?

The Brightest Beacon
by Mackenzie

If there is a man who lies with a male as those who lie with a woman, both of them have committed a detestable act; they shall surely be put to death. Leviticus 20:13.

This is the exact verse my parents quoted from the Bible the day they kicked my older brother, Shane, out of the house. I was 7 years old at the time. My brother, 19 years old, barely into college, and my parents cut him off from everything. They threw him out on the curb with a single suitcase and a backpack, not even offering him a ride or directing him to a safe place. I didn’t see him for 6 years, until I found him in the phone book at 13, and dared to bike across town to his address. I spent the next 3 years meeting up with him in secret, not letting my parents know about the secret rendezvous with their forsaken son and forcing Shane to remain silent about it, knowing that my parents would cut me off from him if they knew.

I was 13 when I thought I fell in love. She had dark hair, as dark as a raven’s. Emerald eyes. Black skin. She was beautiful. And I was barely a teenager, thinking I knew what love was and having nothing else to compare it to. But I was a girl. And girls weren’t supposed to love girls. I sat in church and listened to the priest when he told us that the world was coming to an end and that this was the first sign. First, they will allow the gays to marry, and then, slowly, the end will come. I believed him when he said that what I felt wasn’t love… it wasn’t emotion… it was sin.

I ran to Shane, anyway. 6 years had passed and I hadn’t heard from him, hadn’t seen him. But I ran. Because who else would understand? I ran and I found a 25-year-old man, happy, with a college degree, a career, a house and a husband. Surely, that should have cleared things up. Being gay wasn’t a sin… and I could really have a normal life. But Shane wasn’t a part of my life. He was a secret cove that I disappeared to when I wouldn’t be noticed. He was a forgotten branch of the family tree. The one link in the genealogy that years from now, my descendants wouldn’t be able to find. And his normal life didn’t comfort me, didn’t give me hope. I only saw that he had it because he was separated from us and from me.

But I was 13, and for the first time in my life, I had met someone that caused my lungs to explode and my heart to palpitate every time she walked by. Maybe it wasn’t love, but it was more than I could say for any boy I had met.

24 November 2013

Story: Christmas in Amsterdam

Misc Story.  Tessa is in the middle of all the insecurities that come with being a pre-teen.  While on winter break in Amsterdam, she worries that her cousin and friends think she's a loser, so she does what she can to prove them wrong.

Christmas in Amsterdam
by Breanna Carter

 When I was 12, the last thing I wanted to do was spend winter holidays with my dad's family in Amsterdam.  I didn't even know them that well, hadn't seen them in years, and had no interest in getting "reacquainted with my cousins" (as my dad called it), especially since my friend was having a huge New Years Eve party that *everyone* was going to, including my crush, Damien.

I begged and pleaded with my dad, but he'd already bought the plane tickets (before even telling me). "It's only for a week and a half, you can see your friends when we get back," he said, not looking up from the bills he was paying online.

"But Da-ad!  It's not fair!  You're ruining my social life," I wailed dramatically.  Hey, I was 12, I took everything as a personal attack against me and an attempt to rid me of any chances of survival in my peer group.

"Tess, I'm sorry that you think I'm ruining your social life, but we're going to Holland, end of story."

I growled and muttered something under my breath that my dad pretended not to hear, then stormed off, slamming my door.  I plopped down on my bed and cried for a few minutes, texting my best friend Chelsea about my futile attempt to persuade my father.  As if it wasn't hard enough for me to fit in already -- I was one of the "early bloomers" in my middle school, my curves feeling more like extra annoying weight than something to be proud of, and I had a frizzy mass of hair that was only remotely tame when I ironed it (and of course my dad didn't understand the importance of having a straightening iron and refused to buy me one).  Now on top of it, I'd be the only one in my class who didn't get to go to the super cool party everyone would be talking about when we got back from break.  I felt like such a loser.

11 July 2013

Brother/Sister story!

Guest story by Dee.  I bugged her enough to write a brother/sister story and she did!  I hope she keeps writing!  Lucas is left in charge of his 7 younger siblings while the parents are away for the weekend.  Kimi is the first to test his patience with her pre-teen attitude.

Lucas
by Dee

Like many young kids in any family, they always think their eldest brother/sister are the coolest and always gets excited when they are left being babysat by them because they are much more tolerant and flexible than their parents. That was the case for Lucas Kamiya. See, Lucas has a large family and he is the eldest out of 8 children. That's right...8. First, there's him who is 18 years old, then there's Cody (16), Natalie (14) , Jacob (11) , Kimi (10), the twins Kenny and Zenny (8) and finally Ashley (5 and a half). His parents, Kenta and Jade, are very fun, caring parents and are always putting their kids as their priorities. However, his father is very strict and is a firm believer in spanking. He does all the spanking in the household. With many kids like that, spanking seems to be the only option to keep his kids in line.

You'd think that having both parents around, Lucas would have nothing to do with his siblings but because it is a large family, sometimes they can't go everywhere together thus sometimes having Lucas watch over the younger kids while the parents are out. The kids LOVE having Lucas babysit them because he is very lenient with the house rules and knows that he wouldn't rat them out if any of the rules were broken. Of course, the only type of rules that were ever broken when Lucas babysat was those small types of rules like no sweets before dinner, or no video games before homework. They knew that if they broke a serious rule...not only will he tell their father but he will also spank them himself. Of course they didn't know that at first and Lucas didn't either until one day, one of them took advantage of his tolerance.

It happened about 6 months ago during a school day. It was a Thursday morning and the kids were at the dining room table eating breakfast. Their mother was in the living room finishing packing a small luggage. She was going to go out of town for the weekend because she received a call from her sister who was sick and needed someone to help her for she was alone. As she was packing, she was giving her kids instructions.

"Okay kids, listen to your brother and don't give him a hard time. I'm only going to be over at your Aunt Lisa's place for the weekend to take care of her," said Jade as she walked by the dining room table, "I wrote her number down in case anything happens and you need to reach me."

"We'll be fine mom, don't worry." said Natalie, sipping her freshly squeezed orange juice.

Kenta walked in the dining room buckling his belt just as Jade finished packing and sealed the luggage shut. He went to say good morning to his kids and then turned to his wife, "You ready to go? I can drop you off at the bus station before I go to work."

"Yes honey, thank you! Lucas, call me if anyone is getting out of hand. I left some money if you want to order anything or need to buy something. Cody I found your CD player, I placed it on your bed, Natalie I ironed your favourite shirt it's in your room, Jacob I washed your gym shorts they're in the dryer. Kimi I signed your permission slip for next week's field trip, it's in your bag. Kenny stop smearing peanut butter all over Zenny's face and Zenny stop encouraging him to do so and Ashley, Lucas will take you to kindergarten soon so please go get dressed," instructed Jade. She then went to pick up her luggage and began to walk out of the door, "Good bye everyone, I'll miss every single one of you. I love you all!," she blew kisses at each of her kids and left.

Kenta began to follow his wife but he stopped and turned to face his kids, "Remember kids, I'll be home no later than midnight. I expect you all to be on your best behavior. That means I expect you all to have your homework and chores finished, understand?"

"Yes sir..." said all the kids said at the same time.

03 June 2013

Story: Senior Skip Day


Misc Story.  Alex, with her cute puppy face and ease with telling stories, is lucky enough to get away with almost everything.  On senior skip day, however, she finds out that she won't always be so lucky.  

This story involves drug usage, so if you're not cool with that, you probably shouldn't read it.

Senior Skip Day
by Breanna Carter

It was 8:20am on senior skip day and I was waiting in the school parking lot for my best friend Kayleigh.  She wasn’t actually supposed to be skipping school that day: her super strict, conservative parents would have nothing of it since her grades weren’t amazing and she’d missed so much school already.  But Kayleigh was the portrait of a punk rebel teenager, which meant she didn’t give a shit what her parents or any authority figure said, she was going to do whatever she wanted.  My parents, on the other hand, didn’t care that I was skipping school that day (or any other day really).  They were hippies, the total opposite of Kayleigh’s parents, and they let me get away with pretty much everything.  Well, most people let me get away with everything, because, unlike my best friend who had pink hair and various facial piercings, I was really good at faking innocence. I was shy and really smart, which really helped people believe the array of lies I spat out easily.  And if lying didn’t work, I just pulled out an adorable puppy face and within moments I would be let off with a warning.  That’s why Kayleigh and I made a great pair... she always got us into trouble, and I always managed to weasel us out of it.

I glanced around the parking lot, getting impatient.  She was twenty minutes late, and if she didn’t hurry up, the fat security guard was going to spot me and ask why I wasn’t in class like everyone else. 

Where are u?  I texted, checking the time again and drumming my fingers against the steering wheel in boredom.

Almost there she answered. 

I was about to text something smartass-y back about her lack of punctuality, but I spotted her older brother’s ugly old Jeep a couple of blocks away, speeding towards me.  Kayleigh was in the passenger’s seat putting on mascara and yelling at Jimmy, who was clearly ignoring her as he jammed to some obscure punk band.  He turned the volume down as he neared the parking lot and pulled up behind my car.

“Hey kid,” he said to me, waving and smiling. 

“Hey Jimmy,” I said back.

“Be careful with this one today,” he said, pointing to Kayleigh as she grabbed her backpack out of the back seat.  “She’s pmsing or something... very moody.”

15 February 2013

Wow!

The Spanking Library has published a collection of stories and decided to include one of mine in it.  Here's the link:  The Great Spanking Anthology