F/M Spanking Short Stories: Spanking Short Stories, #1

By Brooklyn Maxwell

Two great short F/M femdom spanking stories in one volume.
The Hairbrush:
Amelia's partner confesses his desire for a hairbrush spanking. She wants all fine the details but will she carry the spanking out? When he's rude to her one morning he discovers perhaps it was a bridge too far, and perhaps his fantasy is about to become a reality.
The Caning:
Jake has a gambling problem and Masie is at her wits' end to solve it. His discussion about childhood discipline gives her an idea of how to cure him. When she purchases a cane, Jake is not so sure if he's on board. By then, though, it might just be too late.

Contains explicit adult themes, fetishes, adult consensual spanking and caning.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BrookMax Publications
• Release date: May 19, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224621026

Book preview

The Hairbrush

Tell me, she said smiling, her blue eyes twinkling softly.

About the hairbrush?

Yes, I want to know.

It had tumbled out of me in a rush that evening. I don’t know why. Perhaps Amelia made me feel safe, or something. I told her about my fantasy, I’d been keeping it hidden for a long time. There it was though. I had revealed the deep longing I had inside, and now she wanted to know more. I hesitated but I knew if I didn’t tell her now, properly, then the chance may be gone, because I may never want to speak of it again. So, I threw caution to the winds and began it.

Well... I come home... and everything seems fine but then in the living room, I see it.

The hairbrush? She smiled again her eyes a warm glow filling my heart with love, like she always did.

Yes, and it’s on a chair.

What kind of chair? Details, Amelia liked details. They were important to her. I liked details too. Details were everything to my fantasy, all of it in my mind’s eye.

It’s a straight-backed wooden chair with no arms, and the hairbrush, it’s one of those big oval kinds made of wood.

Yes?

Yes, and you don’t say anything. You don’t mention it, but it just sits there, while we have dinner and we both know what’s coming next.

She cocked an eyebrow, quizzically. What is coming next?

The punishment, you’ve been planning for me.

And why did I want to punish you? She needed to know these things.

I... well maybe I didn’t do something I said I’d do, or upset you, or something I ventured.

She thought for a moment. Hmm, yes, I can think of times like that.

I blinked a little, but it was probably true, I wasn’t always the best at keeping promises.

So then, after dinner, you say...

I say?

"Remember how, you didn’t do whatever it was, well... I’m not happy