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.