Friday, January 13, 2017

Naughty Jamie's first spanking

Quarter House Rules
- Naughty Jamie-

Jamie arrived a few weeks earlier than LeAnne and was already finding Quarter House and its rules the most wonderful experience of her life.  Her father, a widower, seemed to have little time for her growing up and she longed for the attention of a man, but not just any man.  She had dreamed of a man with authority who could take her and mold her into the woman she wanted to become.


Jamie's first day at Quarter House was like all the other occupant's first days, filled with emotions from anxiety to wondrous bliss.  However, with Jamie there was an embracing and acceptance of her submissiveness that few fully experience.  Unlike the other occupants, when Jamie knew she was in for a spanking because Mr. Edwards sent her to her room, or if she simply wanted one and did whatever she needed to do to get it, she would take before pictures so she could gaze in the mirror afterwards and see how red her bottom really got, even though a camera was against Quarter House Rules.



There was no deigning her enthusiasm for being spanked was an addiction.  It was something she always thought about and at Quarter House it was a dream come true.  She had never been spanked before her arrival and now she couldn't think of ever not being spanked.  For Jamie, she had years of spankings to catch up on.

The reality was that she didn't need to try and get spanked.  Her undisciplined behavior anyway got her into enough trouble without intentionally provoking a spanking.


She would never be able to forget the day, time, minute and second of that first spanking she received from Mr. Edwards. Jamie hadn't been at Quarter House for more than an hour, less in fact, and she had broken a rule.  She hadn't been given the customary welcome spanking yet but since she had broken a rule, which, she already knew should be obeyed, Mr. Edwards felt it best to welcome her with a good disciplinary spanking.  

He took her by the arm and calmly walked her into the game room.  Leaving the door open wide he walked her to the wooden chair conveniently positioned for maximum arm swinging and sat down.  For a few seconds Jamie was a bit confused.  At first she thought, "Where am I gonna sit?"   But as she stood to his right it then quickly dawned on her that she wasn't going to be sitting, perhaps for awhile.


Mr. Edwards casually leaned to his right and with his right hand began pulling down one side of her gym shorts and with his left pulled down the other side.  He made sure in doing so that her panties came down at the same time.  In a split second, before she could get a word of protest out she was across his lap with her bottom fully exposed and his right hand still sliding everything down for maximum exposure to his target area.  The only thing she had time to do was think to herself, "He's not messing around here is he?"


She was confused at the time.  Part of her was a bit frightened while another part of her was experiencing pure excitement.  "Is this how spankings start?  Is he going to use his hand?"  It was perhaps the thought of Mr. Edwards using his bare hand on her bare bottom that made her feel an excitement she'd never experienced.



The idea of her shorts and panties around her ankles and her exposed like that almost made her want to cheer Mr. Edwards on.  She had know idea what a spanking felt like but just before that first swat she had a feeling she would be wanting a lot more in the future.  Then it landed!  The callused palm of a man's hand that pretty much fully covered her right check and then her left.  To her surprise there was more shock than pain.  The shock came for the honest fact that those first two smacks didn't really hurt at all.

Jamie was unaware of what a warm up spanking entailed.  Since it was her first Mr. Edwards would begin by warming her bottom up in such a way that it wouldn't hurt as much during the spanking but after the effects would be felt for some time.  Many a young woman had fallen under the deception that the spanking they were getting wasn't all that bad, until afterwards and they tried sitting down or had to sleep on there stomach.

Mr. Edwards hand began a steady rhythm and it wasn't long before Jamie's legs began their dance as she tried moving her bottom around to perhaps miss each blow.  She didn't take into account his expert aim, not to mention experience, with spanking naughty bottoms.  It didn't take long for her to realize that with her shorts and panties around her ankles she was in a sense, all tied up.  Each smack was slightly beginning to intensify and like every rookie spankee Jamie instinctively reached around with her freed right hand to protect her bare skinned behind.



With a simple ease and grace Mr. Edwards grabbed her wrist and pinned her arm to the small of her back.  Now she would find out what getting down to business in a spanking really meant.


There was a sense of fear but she wasn't afraid.  It was more of a fear of the unknown yet adventurous in nature.  "How long would the spanking last?  How long would the effects of the spanking linger?  Would she be spanked to the point of crying?"  All of these questions and more raced through her mind and still she was focused on his bare hand making contact with her bare bottom.  It was exhilarating to her.


 Jamie's legs had been flailing, thrashing and kicking so much that she finally managed to fling off the panties and shorts around her ankles.  Now with every swat her legs quivered and trembled with each going their own direction without the restraints.  She was stimulated by the spanking and sensing form the pain at the same time.  Wanting it to get over with and wanting it to never end. 



Thoughts raced through her mind as to what would happen when it was all over.  This being her first spanking ever the idea of aftercare was unknown to her. 



Then it stopped and so did the kicking.  His hand went down her left leg and even with the pain throbbing from her bottom she couldn't help but wonder where exactly his hand was going.  The reality was that he would use his hand to slightly push on the inside of her left knee and he instructed her to stand.  He then guided her to his lap where she sat as he comforted her while she regained her composer.  She thought, "I want to do this again!"



Friday, January 6, 2017

The Stables - continued two

 "You're getting a hair brush this time," LeAnne heard as she was able to sneak up and hide in an empty stall right across from the office door, which was open and for any and all to see.  The girl's pants and panty's came down and without any fuss she went right across the Stable Mistress' lap.



Within seconds of being across her lap the hair brush came down with a no none sense manner and force.  One resounding "Smack" after another.  First on the right check and then on the left.  As the girl's spanking continued and continued LeAnne found herself more and more engrossed in the entire event.



LeAnne had never witnessed such a thing.  There was no attempt to hide what was happening.  Anyone could walk right by and see what was taking place.  Would they stop and stand there to watch or would they simply keep going?  As she watched each stroke of the hair brush land on the girls bare and very tight bottom LeAnne began realizing she was aroused by all that was happening.  How long would the spanking keep going?  Would the girl soon being crying?  How often did she get spanked and how often did the Stable Mistress deliver spankings to her or any of the tenants at Quarter House?  Would the girl be spanked to tears and then told to stand in the corner or would she be sent back outside without any bottoms on at all to complete the duties she got spanked for.

LeAnne's mind was racing.  She could help find herself excited by what was happening either.  She looked around to make sure there was no one else around and when she was sure she slid her panty's down, lifted her skirt and began fingering herself to complete the moment.  48 hours earlier she would never, in her wildest dreams, think she'd be standing in a horse stall watching a young woman getting her naked bottom spanked with a hair brush while she stood their panty's to her ankles fingering herself.  She couldn't help think of herself as being the naughty girl getting spanked and it aroused her like she'd never been before.



It seemed LeAnne's finger was keeping rhythm with every stock of the brush.  The sound each slap made as it found it's way to her ears intensified more and more. 



This was such a no none sense spanking and LeAnne couldn't help the feeling of pure freedom in its expression.  There was no doubt that she had been awaken to feelings she never knew she would ever have.

As the brush came down faster LeAnne's finger worked harder.  As the girl moaned more and more LeAnne quietly moaned with her.  It was as though the two of them were experiencing the moment together but one experiencing the pain and the other the pleasure. 

And now with her legs kicking and the brush coming down even harder and faster LeAnne knew it would soon be over.  She wanted desperately to climax before the end for the girl's spanking was through and before the last stroke came down she came too.  Standing there with her legs spread apart they began to quiver as she climaxed to the stable girls punishment.


It seemed as soon as the spanking started it was over.  It couldn't have lasted more than 5 minutes and the stable girl was standing, rubbing her bottom and whimpering as the Stable Mistress ordered her to put her bottoms back on and get back out to her chores.  But it just occurred to LeAnne that she was now stuck there.  She quietly bent down and pulled her panties up but was too afraid to peak over the stall window to see if the coast was clear.  There was a rush of anxiety mixed with shear terror and excitement while she stayed still hoping the two would be leaving soon so she could go unnoticed while she left the stables.  As  she knelt there she wondered if one day she would be across the same lap getting her bottom spanked red.  The thought of getting spanked by Mr. Edwards now seemed exciting.  In part because he was a man she had never met before until yesterday and he had not only seen her naked from the waist down but had spanked her naked bottom with his hand far more than she wanted, at the time.  Now with the thought of a female doing the same thing it seemed adventurous and even stimulating.

LeAnne waited in the stall for only a few minutes when the coast was clear but at that moment it seemed an hour.  As stepped outside the warm morning sun reminded her that it was not only a new day but a new an exciting life ahead.  In less than 24 hours she had left her old life behind and was now living a brand new one.  One that she could never have imagined but was eager to explore.  The Quarter House estate was large to say the least and she had a lot to explore that day.  As she walked from the stable to the road she looked toward the house and then turned to walk down the road and go further into the estate and explore.

LeAnne being the naive young woman that she was, had no idea that she was embarking on a new life that she had never expected or even dreamed of.  

Thursday, January 5, 2017

The Stables

Quarter House Rules
- The Stables-





Occupants of Quarter House enjoy a wide variety of activities but along with these activities come responsibilities too.  LeAnne was very enthusiastic when she rose the following morning after her first night in her new home.  She was told the evening before that she was allowed to sleep in since she hadn't yet been assigned chores or even started her first class.   


As she looked out her window she could see the Horse Stables in the distance and couldn't wait to get down there and explore.  Making sure she didn't put any jeans on she got dressed and headed down stairs and out to her destination.


It was beautiful inside and one of the cleanest stables she'd been in too.  She hoped she'd be able to ride but wasn't sure if she even dare.  No, she knew she shouldn't even attempt saddling up a horse that wasn't hers.  But, for the moment anyway, she was just fine with taking in her tour of this magnificent place.  She could imagine herself brushing down her horse, putting the saddle on and then ridding all day through the tall grass and any trails out there just waiting for her to discover them.

The still silence of her day dream was broken when she faintly heard two female voices in the distance.  One of the voices was most certainly a voice of authority and the other seemed younger and pouty.  Her curiosity got the best of her and she simply had to find out what was going on.  She stealthy followed the sound of the voices making sure no one could see her infringe on this private exchange.  Just as she got close enough to peak around the corner she witnessed a mature woman, perhaps the stable mistress, grab the ear of a girl her own age and lead her down the stable hall.  It was clear just from seeing what was happening that the girl was in trouble but it was confirmed when the scolding began and that it was going to be taken care of right then and there.



Now the girl was penitent as "I'm sorry." came out of her mouth more than once.  "You're going to be," replied the mystery woman.  As they reached the stable office LeAnne could hear, "Now take down your shorts and panties!"





Monday, January 2, 2017

The Arrival - continued five



There was an unexpected sensation originating from her now well spanked bottom.  It was a threshold she had reached and now the pain seemed to be dissipating.  She wasn't sure what to think.  It wasn't hurting half as bad as it was just minutes earlier.  But, as she witnessed in the mirror Mr. Edwards' hand still coming down she felt she should still be putting up a fuss and verbalizing discomfort.  If not then perhaps he'd feel she could take more and the spanking might continue on.


Just as she thought it might get worse Mr. Edwards' rhythm began slowing as the smacks from one check to the next got further apart in frequency.  He began scolding her and explaining why the spanking wasn't just for wearing blue jeans.  She was more than willing to give out a hearty, "Yes ,Sir!" with the hope it would slow his pace even more and it did.

Then finally his hand stopped coming down and he told her to stand.  Sobbing and rubbing her sore bottom Mr. Edwards got up from the chair and pointed to it and told her to knell on the seat and fact the back of the chair.  LeAnne gave a horrified look of surprise with the only thought running through her mind was there was more to come.  But, she did as she was told.


Her spanking was over and now Mr. Edwards simply wanted to get a good look at his handy work.  It was also a resting, or cooling of period, for LeAnne while she gathered her composure.  As she knelt there and exposed Mr. Edwards went over some rules again and reminded her that if she broke any of them, even that day, she would be getting another spanking.  Of course LeAnne responded with a "Yes, Sir!" and "No, Sir!" like she was in boot camp.  She wanted there to be no doubt regarding her compliance with The Quarter House Rules.

Sunday, January 1, 2017

The Arrival - continued four

 This time LeAnne needed no warning because she could view his large callused hand as it lifted up to begin the first real spanking of her life.  There was no longer an anticipation when his hand would strike her bottom.  This time she could see it plan as day.  Even though each slap to each cheek was firm and sound Mr. Edwards was still not delivering his severest blows.  Still, each smack was worse than when she was standing and yet not so bad that she couldn't tolerate them.



Mr. Edwards strokes were calculated, slow and methodical.  As it began to sting LeAnne's only thought was on how long this would go on and would there be even more?





Unknown to LeAnne it was approaching the time for the other occupants of Quarter House to come back from their daily routines and assemble for dinner together and then settle into their evening routines.  It was not at all uncommon for occupants, through the years, to hear a spanking being administered at any given hour or room at Quarter House.  That fact however still didn't preclude one or more occupants stopping in their tracks to either just listen, make a remark or simply give a nod as they lifted their eyebrows as to say, "I know what she's going through!"  I'm sure if she knew about her spanking being heard by others now LeAnne would have been far more embarrassed than she already was.  However, modesty or embarrassment wasn't really on her mind at the moment.




It would never have occurred to LeAnne that while she was upstairs getting a bare bottom spanking, her first ever, down stairs the other young women of Quarter House where gathering together while and setting the dinning room table for dinner.  To everyone there it was just another normal day.





Every clash now intensifying was gaining a rhythm slightly faster and slightly harder.  It didn't do LeAnne a bit of good to cry with more sincerity.  Her cries seemed to fall on deaf ears anyway.  It was finally time for her to put her hand to her mouth to muffle her crying.  She was on fire and there was no one willing, or wanting, to put it out.

Saturday, December 31, 2016

The Arrival - continued three




She was unaware of the fact that many a sheltered and to say the least, spoiled, young women such as herself desired to be punished for their misdeeds and down right disobedience.  Even though she was 18 LeAnne still felt her parents were getting rid of her by sending her off to a college that was well away from home.  That wasn't how they felt at all.  Her mother was an illuminist of the college and a former occupant of The Quarter House.  She knew better than LeAnne that her stay there would be just what she needed.  LeAnne had great potential in life but she lacked discipline.  Both self discipline and the discipline needed for one's own actions.  She hadn't a clue that her mother was disciplined by her father through regular spankings but that was indeed something she had been lacking and greatly needed from that day forward.

Without warning or indication Mr. Edwards placed his left hand on the small of her back.  It startled her slightly but she keep her hands where they were.  The sensation of a man's large and callused hand touching her skin was almost beyond words.  Even more exciting was that fact she had just met this man and already and here she had bared herself to him. 




From the small of her back Mr. Edwards' hand nudged to her right hip.  The sensation on her exposed skin was so intense she almost didn't care what was going to happen next.  Suddenly, like a gust of window coming through an open window causing the drapes to flutter about, the thought came to her that he might be using something other than his hand.  She had to admit to herself that whatever was used was a long time coming. 




Just as the thought occurred to LeAnne that maybe she could get out of the dilemma she was in Mr. Edwards wrapped his left arm firmly around her waist as he raised his right hand to let down a firm smack to her naked behind.  It actually wasn't at all what she expected.  LeAnne envisioned her bottom burning from the first smack to the last and instead his first smack seemed to be done in such a way that he was more or less just marking his territory.  Then a smack to her other check with the same intensity. 

As another came down and then another LeAnne began telling herself that this wasn't so bad at all.  Little did she know Mr. Edwards was simply warming up her soft white orbs so they could take a much sounder chastisement than she contemplated.   Mr. Edwards had said little as he delivered blows to LeAnne's flesh and without warning, once again, he stopped, let go of her waist, backed up and told her to remove her jeans completely.



Her bottom was warm but it remarkably didn't hurt.  LeAnne began telling herself she could do this.  She, of course, couldn't see that her bottom was turning a nice shade of pink as she stood there naked from the waist down.  As she stepped back she noticed a chair next to a mirror on the floor that was leaning against the wall.  Her mind was racing as she began pondering what was next.  Actually, she knew pretty well what was next.  She just didn't want to admit it to herself.




Mr. Edwards, without saying a word, simply sat down in the chair and then with his right hand gave a few pats on his right thigh for LeAnne to assume a new position.  LeAnne gave a surprised look coupled with a naughty girl pout and voluntarily placed herself across his lap.  He placed is right hand on her right bare cheek and with his left he pointed to the mirror.  Then he instructed LeAnne to straight ahead at the mirror and not to take her eyes off of it.  He wanted her first spanking at Quarter House to be memorable and it would be.  She would have the sensation of pain coming from her naked bottom and the memory of watching herself receiving that pain would never leave her mind.


Friday, December 30, 2016

The Arrival - continued two

In a tone that seemed to cause her whole body to lightly shiver Mr. Edwards began explaining that all occupants of The Quarter House have never been, and will never be, allowed to wear blue jeans except in the performance of specific assigned outdoor duties.  It was then, as she was wrapping her head around what he had just said, that she heard him tell her to unbuckle and lower her pants.

Suddenly and without warning LeAnne began feeling her face blush.  To her it wasn't so much the act of pulling her blue jeans down.  It was more the fact that, of all days, she chose to not wear any panties.  She liked not wearing them.  It gave her a sense of freedom.  Not to mention excitement knowing that she was dressed, or not fully dressed, that way.  Like an old computer with the spools and flashing buttons LeAnne's brain began piecing together the events of the day.  There wasn't a person on the Estate that she knew.  Her parents kept her phone so she couldn't call anyone.  For a millisecond she thought of bolting out of the room but where would she go?  She didn't have a clue as to where she actually was either.

Without thinking, her hands seemed to have a mind of their own and made their way to the top button of her jeans.  Perhaps the thing to do was to simply stop thinking about it and just do it.  In the end she thought, "What could happen.  I'd be embarrassed, he would be embarrassed and he would tell me to pull them back up."   She placed her thumbs on each side of her jeans waistband and slowly pulled her skin tight pants down.  She had to admit to herself there was an excitement to it all.  Here was man she'd never met before ordering her to do something she would have never dreamed of doing.  She felt vulnerable and safe at the same time.  After all Ms. Bell was downstairs.  Then came another thought.  She certainly wouldn't be the first young woman to show up in blue jeans so her mind accepted the idea that this must have happened to many other girls before her.



There was a peaceful excitement now, as her jeans were  pulled down to her thighs.  Still no response from Mr. Edwards either.  This must be what he wanted?  He would have said something if it wasn't, right?  What would be next?



Now, with her pants to her knees she was fully exposed and it was obvious she hadn't been wearing panties.  Mr. Edwards was calm and collected as his reaction to her unveiling seemed routine and ordinary.  LeAnne began to consider the idea that this had indeed happened before, with other young women just arriving, and this was now, for her, an unrehearsed scenario played out many time before.  If so, and this was just the first act, what was next?  The stage was set but for what?  The unknown was exciting and scary at the same time.  In truth, what was happening now could never have been dreamed of when she stepped foot on the train platform less than an hour ago.



She wanted so badly to know the plot and how her character's fate would conclude.  There was an undeniable sereneness about her surrendering to his authority.  It allowed her mind to accept standing there in front of a man, exposed and vulnerable, without feeling shame or humiliation.  Still, she could not help but wonder what would be next.  Would she find herself stand totally naked in front of him?

Finally, through what seemed like hours but in reality was only minutes, a response and reaction came from Mr. Edwards.  First came the scolding for wearing jeans and all the reasons why it was in the Quarter House Rules.  She had never heard it before but as she stood there exposed the rules seemed more than reasonable.  The idea of the rules being archaic and out dated was irrelevant since she was standing there with her jeans to her knees and fully unveiled anyway.  She would never have done this, or allowed it to happen before, but somehow this was different.  This was new, it was different, my god it was exciting in fact.  She had never been scolded like this and even though one might think it was unfair, because she had no idea of any requirements beforehand, LeAnne began to consider the idea of some penalty for her infraction.  Mr. Edwards asked LeAnne if she understood the rules regarding her wearing jeans and with more of a reflex response she gave a node indicating that she did.  In fact, she now had an insatiable desire to just take them completely off but of course didn't because there was still the thought that at any moment she would be ordered to pull them back up and button them.

There was no indication Mr. Edwards would be standing up and when he did LeAnne's body froze in anticipation.  She could imagine a great many things but decided to let her mind go blank instead.  All she could hear in the room was his voice ordering her to lean forward and place her hands on top of the table.   She had no clue that this is how it was done.  Since the beginning of Quarter House every young woman started her occupancy this way.  The key with every woman, young or old, is to establish authority and discover her willingness to submit to it.  With LeAnne there was a willingness in part because of the "unknown" factor.  Another reason was the thrill of exploration.  She hadn't been told what was happening next but she could make a very good educated guess.  As she rationalized it she could accept a spanking for a wide variety of reasons known only to her.