Just read that reading page 69 of a book is a test for whether you'll like it and getting its flavour.
I've written two books of spanking stories (unpublished
) - here are my pair of 69's - What do you reckon?
...have fun imagining being caught, having to confess, having to bend over, having to have skirts raised and knickers lowered… And that’s before she did her trawl. In retrospect it was good that she was given this instant mental ‘freebie’ because the net was very frustrating…
Who’d have thought so many people used spanking as a metaphor for a sporting defeat? Or so many earnest people wanted to discuss real parental responsibility stuff? She’d been worried about the serious warnings of adult material when she’d entered her search then been disappointed by the irrelevance of most sites. She was also subject to some porn freebies that she found unpleasant and was invited to pay up to see torture! She did, however manage to find sites that despite their desperate attempts to lure her in and demanded her email and/or credit card details, gave her some free images that she enjoyed. She skipped through the serious bondage and S.M. stuff and feasted her eyes on more everyday images of spankings that fitted in with her fantasies and enabled her to add to the collection.
She didn’t know why the pretty blonde was placed over the wooden contraption or what it was. It looked like a well-worn piece of builders’ kit but had two kneeler-like pieces and a higher shelf/step in the middle. She was knelt on one side, with the shelf under her tummy and her arms down with her hands on the ‘kneeler’ on the other side. She was wearing a little t-shirt, socks and trainers and her white panties were pushed down to just above her knees. For some reason she was also wearing a hard hat and working gloves. You could see red marks on her bottom and there was a man wielding a strap about to leave his mark again. It looked like a scruffy office. Jean found the incongruity of the hat and gloves to her taste. In her ‘story’ Jean was a young...
Well it is fiction, but I do remember my first trawl of 'spanking' and I still have memories of that picture... 
I dimly became aware that the initial rain of harsh blows was being replaced with more measured blows and through my pain I was aware of Steif’s accompanying commentary.
“Well, sweet Lady Eleanor, having you over my knee like the naughty little girl you sometimes become is a sweet (spank!), sweet (spank!) pleasure… If only (spank!) I’d thought of it sooner! (spank!) Think of all the (spank!) irritation (spank) we both could have been spared (spank, spank!). You can be such a brat (spank, spank!) you know Ellie, and I resent (spank, spank, spank!) being distracted (spank, spank!) from my sweet lady Eleanor…
(spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank!)…
Although (laughingly) (spank!) there are some (spank!) compensations!
(spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank!)
I became aware of Steif’s now still hand on my throbbing bottom. Surely it shouldn’t hurt so much when he’s no longer spanking me. I was aware of waves of pain overwhelming my poor, vulnerable cheeks.
“Well, Eleanor, I think you’ve got off lightly for the pain you caused us both with your intolerable behaviour. I think however you must receive the promised little extra something for causing your devoted servant such naughty distraction with your bare bottomed cheek…and (with such pleasurable strokes of that very bottom that excited as well as frightened me) for depriving me of the pleasure of pulling down your knickers for your first spanking, young lady! Now I want you bent over the foot of the bed with that naughty bottom of yours on display while I find something to thrash you with!”
I'd forgotten how pompous I'd made 'Steiff' (pronounced Steve - A bit like the Welsh for 'taxi' being 'tacsi'! )! I find this sexy as a fantasy, but I'd hate Steiff in real life and not let him anywhere near me! Since writing this I have met real-life Steiff-types and the women who love them - Definitely not for me! Reality and fantasy are funny and interesting things.