If I had a time machine...

The Guardian has an interview with Suzie Quatro, featuring her wearing a leather jumpsuit in a 1973. This picture makes me really wish I had to time machine, so I got back to the very moment this picture was taken and SQ could put me across her laps to spank me.

Three strikes...

When I was fifteen years old one of my teachers, a pretty blond lady of 27 at the time, had a simple rule if you had failed to your homework three times within the span of a half semester, you had to serve one afternoon detention. And she always checked at the beginning of each class if we had actually done the assignments for that day. If you hadn't, she would make a note of it.

As you might guess, I earned three strikes and so I had to spend an afternoon at school - doing the very assignments I should have done at home. Unfortunately another teacher, who did not even teach me, was responsible for supervising naughty students serving detention.

I read on corpun.com that in the USA there are still hundreds of schools that use corporal punishment as a method of enforcing discipline. Also many American schools offer misbehaving students the choice between either detention or a spanking. If my teacher had given me that same choice, I am quite sure I would have opted to getting spanked by her (preferably OTK).

Though she had only punished me once for not doing my homework on three on three occasions, this very incident I will never forgot. Even nearly fifteen years later I still fantasizes about an alternate history, in which that particular woman had smacked my butts instead of giving detention.

Married to Esther

Today I published a new story at FictionPress: Married to Esther.

This is a story about a man who is in a female-led marriage with a former classmate of his: Esther. The narrator's wife is a successful violin player, while he is mostly a stay-at-home dad.

Obviously, Esther disciplines her husband whenever she sees fit and he finds himself regularly across his wife's laps for a firm spanking. Though their rocky past, the narrator is devoted to Esther and he willingly submits to her authority.

Currently available is the prologue ("An Unexpected Reunion") and the other chapters will follow as soon as they are ready.

If the Rejuve Universe were real...

In 2015 I wrote a short post on the Rejuve Universe created by Lurking Dragon. There I expressed my doubts on the effectiveness of rejuvenation as a criminal sentence. Nevertheless I also stated I found the very idea of this technology very intriguing.

So if rejuvenation as depicted by LD were a real technology, would I be willing to have myself thrown back into childhood? Actually I believe I might do so, if given the choice to grow up again - at least I would be strongly tempted to seriously consider this second chance.

To what age would I like to return? In the Rejuve Universe there is a so-called puberty barrier which means one cannot regress to an age older than twelve. Well, I guess this would be a choice, as in real life I was about that age when I really went to spanking fantasies featuring myself. (Before then spanking was more an abstract thing that happened to other people.)

Whom would I choose as my "parents"? Given my interest in female dominance, one would not surprise that I would prefer to be raised again by a "lesbian" couple and I also know whom I would prefer as my "mothers": my high school sweetheart (whom I will simply refer to as "M" in order to respect her privacy) en her best friend ("N").

Of course, in this scenario I would like M&N to be very strict disciplinarians, who will not hesitate to put me my across their knees whenever I break their rules or if I am sloppy in doing my many chores.

I am not so sure about the need to get back to school (after all, in the Rejuve Universe rejuves keep their memories and I have already a university degree). Though M&N could experiment with some home schooling instead: "forcing" me to continue my use of Duolingo and to actually make use of my account at Khan's Academy.

Obviously I would not be allowed to, say, watch TV unless I have completed my chores and my "homework". Also there will be curfews and bedtime - sufficient sleep is important as everyone should know. Perhaps they will also make some rules regarding playing with myself.

From my Straf Verhalen site I know that there are lot of people who search for stories featuring aunts who spank their naughty nephews. So I think that in this scenario the lady friends of M&N might double as my aunts - family relations in the rejuve universe are already somehow arbitrary - whom I have to treat with proper respect and who have full authority to spank me when they see fit.

While I wish M&N to raise me in a rather strict fashion, I hope they would (if this scenario would ever become reality) also treat me with genuine affection - it is Loving Female Authority after all what I long for. Spanking when I need so, hugs when I deserve them.

Birthday present

On the morning of my 18th birthday my stepsister Camilla woke me up.

"Happy birthday, sweet step-bother!"

"Thank you, Camilla."

Camilla gave me three kisses on my cheeks, and one on my lips.

"Step-brother, I have something for you."

She then put a box wrapped in dark blue paper, on my chest. Eagerly I unwrapped the box, and a couple of moments later I discovered it was a chastity belt for male. Honestly I was not surprised that Camilla gave me this. My stepsister hated it if I masturbated with her permission. She has put me over her knees many times after catching me masturbating.

"Simcor. would you please put on this chastity?" "Of course, Camilla."

The idea that Camilla would from now control if and when I was allowed to get an orgasm, aroused me. For the last few years I had been her willing submissive, and this was just the next phase.

I stood out of my bed, I dropped by shorts. Subsequently I removed the belt from its box, and put it on. After I had locked the belt, my stepsister demanded:

"Give me the key." "Yes, miss."

"I'll keep this key with me, boy. Since you can't control your masturbation behaviour, you are in need of a more stringent form of discipline."

"I understand, miss Camilla."

"You will have to earn sexual pleasure, and I will decide whether you deserve an organism. Is that clear?"

"Yes, miss."

"Please, lay on your belly."

When I was laying on my bed, Camilla gave me a birthday spanking with her riding crop. Thereafter, I was allowed to stand up again. My stepsister gave me an intense cuddling.

My personal weight coach

My best friend is Sylvia, a tomboy whom I knew from high school. After graduating from high school, we stayed in touch with each other. And from time to time, usually a few times a year, we visit each other.

During one visit at her place, my former classmate remarked:

"Sam, you have a littly belly, haven't you?" I nodded, and replied:

"Yes, I am a little bit overweight."

"Do you have plans to do something about it?"

"I intend to do physical exercises, but you know..." "You mean you haven't the discipline to do so?" "Yes."

Then Sylvia got a big smile on her face.

"Maybe, I can help you."

A little bit amazed, I asked:

"How?"

"I can help you with your lack of discipline."

"Please, explain."

"What you need is a clear program of exercises, and weight loss targets  with deadlines. I can make schedule for you. Let's say that you have to lose five kilograms in six months, we could agree that each month you try to get rid of one kilogram."

"I understand your schedule. However, the problem is that you need to do exercises, and if I forget those... You know."

"I see, and therefore it's necessary that there are consequences if you don't lose your with in time."

"Consequences? What consequences?" I curiously asked my friend.

Sylvia stood up, and left the living. A few moments later she returned, now with a whip in her hands.

"I got this whip as a birthday present a few years ago."

I didn't need a further explanation what my former classmate meant with consequences.

"So you're going to whip me, if I don't lose enough weight?" "Exactly."

To my own surprise I wasn't shocked. On the contrary I felt a little bit excited by Sylvia's proposal.

"The first thing we need to do, is to establish how much weight you need to lose," Sylvia explained to me. "Hence I need to measure your length and weight." "Yes."

"Sam, could you take off your clothes, please? Only your boxer short can you keep on." "Yes, I could."

And slowly I started to remove my clothes. Meanwhile Sylvia collected a measuring tape and a weight scale. And when was standing in my boxer, the young woman said:

"Go stand against the wall."

I did what Sylvia instructed me. And when I stood against the wall, she put a small pencil line on the wall at the height of the top of my head. Subsequently she measured the length from the floor to the line. Thereafter I had to stand on the scale, and she noted down my weight.

Then my former classmate took her smartphone, and she entered my length and weight into some app.

"Sam, according to this app, you're six kilograms overweight. Hence I would suggest, that we agree that you will lose half an kilogram every two weeks." "That seems reasonable." "All right, then I suggest the following rules to follow. First, you will do twice a day ten minutes of exercises, I will give you list of suggestions you could do. Second, you will only take three meals a day. If you follow these rules you will lose your weight according to our schedule."

Sylvia took a short break.

"I will only measure your weight, that's the only way I will check what you do. But if you haven't met your target I will whip you. For each kilogram above schedule, you will receive ten strokes with this whip.

"And once you are at your proper weight, we will continue this program, but then to keep you on your right weight. Okay?" "Yes, Sylvia."

Since I thought we were finished, I tried to collect my clothes. But my friend stopped me.

"Before you put your clothes back on, I suggest you will receive ten strokes with the whip. In that way, you will know what it felt to be whipped." "Okay." "Put your hands on your knees, and bent over." "Yes, Sylvia."

When I was in position, she hit me with her whip.

"Sam, I will whip you with harshly, because it's intended as a deterrent. Severe pain is therefore necessary." "I understand."

And after ten force full blows, I had difficulty to sit for the next few days. According to my best friend Sylvia this would keep me line with my exercises. And she was quite right, at least for the first few weeks...

Camilla's Aunt Barbara

During the summer holidays of the year in which I turned 15, my stepsister Camilla and I spent the first two weeks at the farm of her aunt Barbara, which was located near the shores of the Frisian lakes. Camilla's aunt lived there together with her daughter Myrtle, who was just a few month my senior.

Myrtle and her cousin were avid sailors, and hence we spent most of our time sailing at the lakes. And because she had the most experience of us all, Myrtle was our captain. Camilla and I had to take her orders, but we did not mind that. The girls and I had a lot of fun together.

At the third day, we returned from the lakes at around six o'clock. Aunt Barbara had already prepared dinner when we arrived at her farm. After we had finished eating, Myrtle, Camilla and I were supposed to do this dishes. But since Myrtle's mother did not own a dishwasher, we had to do it manually.

The girls and I soon agreed, that I what do the dish washing and that my stepsister and her cousin would take care of the drying. While I was filling the sink with hot water, Camilla and her cousin produced a pile of clean towels. It took a while before the sink was filled, and meanwhile the two cousins had become slightly impatient.

Both girls already had a towel in their hands, waiting for the first item to be dried. When the sink was finally filled, I bend myself over it. And while I was busy with washing the first few items, I felt two hits right after each other at my butts. In a reflex I was looking behind my shoulders, and I saw Myrtle and my stepsister each with a twisted towel in their hands.

Immediately I got whipped again by them.

"Do not look behind you, keep washing, boy." Myrtle said with a stern voice. Thereafter I was hit again. "You are too slow, keep up speed!" said my stepsister, as if it was an order.

I continued to wash the dishes, while ignoring the towel whippings. But because the pain, that proved to be impossible. And honestly it aroused me. Rather than speeding up, I was washing as slow as I could, hence inciting the girls to whip me more and over an extended period of time.

In the end it took me about ten minutes to finish the dish washing. During this period I was whipped over a fifty times. So my butts were glowing of pain.

A few minutes later the girls had finished to dry the clean dishes. And subsequently we went to the living. There my step-cousin said:

"Young man, you have been slow with washing the dishes at purpose. That is very, very naughty."

"And therefore you will get punishment," my stepsister added.

"So put your hands on your knees, and bend yourself," Myrtle commanded.

I saw that the girls had taken wooden spoons from the kitchen. Without hesitation I obeyed my stepsister's cousin.

With the spoons the girls spanked me then, in alternating fashion: first Myrtle, then Camilla. They spanked me very energetically, and I received a countless number of hits over the period of, I guess, three minutes. Thereafter, I had to return the spoons to the kitchen.

That night I had to sleep at my belly, and the next few days I was also unable to sit comfortably.

My Stepsister Camilla

My parents divorced when I was six years old, and my mother remarried when I was fourteen years old. My stepfather Stephan was a colleague of my mother, and he had a daughter from his previous marriage, with the name Camilla. Unlike my mother, Stephan was a widower instead of a divorcée, since Camilla's mother had died in a car accident a few years earlier. After the wedding my mother and I left our rental apartment and moved into Stephan's house.

Though Camilla's was about seven months my junior, my stepsister tried to dominate me from the first moment. To be honest, I was quite attracted to Camilla, as she was a beautiful girls. So my stepsister succeeded quite well in dominating me. Whatever she asked me to do, I did so without complaint. But because of this, we developed a strong and intimate bond with each other. My stepsister was smart enough not too much from me, that it would negatively affect my performance at school.

At my fifteenth birthday Camilla woke me up:

"Congratulations my dear bother!"

"Thank you very much, Camla."

"Sammy, I have a special gift for you."

"What kind of gift?"

"I will give you a birthday spanking."

"A what?"

"I will put you over my knees, and then I will give as many smacks as your age in years plus one to grow up."

I had never been spanked before, neither as punishment nor as birthday present. Of course, I knew nevertheless that a spanking meant to be painful, at least to make sense as a punishment. But I was quite curious to find out how it would feel to get a spanking, so I complied with my stepsister's desire.

Without hesitations I stood up, and my stepsister was sitting at the edge of my bed. Camilla had already been dresses, while I was still in payjamas. Subsequently I bent myself over her lap, and when I lied with my belly on Camilla, she grasped me in a strong hold. Then she smacked my butts with her flat hand, it did really hurt. But simultaneously the spanking excited me.

Camilla administered the smack right after each other, hence the whole spanking was over within a minute. After the spanking my stepsister asked me:

"Did you like to be spanked, my bother?"

"Yes, I did."

"Maybe I should spank you once a week?"

"I think you should spank me more than once a week."

Camilla smiled, and said:

"Let's start with once a week. We can see later, if you need more frequent spankings."

Thereafter my stepsister pulled me up, and we started kissing and hugging.

After work

As a college student I had a job at a second hand bookshop owned by Marylin Stretton, who was twelve years my senior. I used by Ms. Stretton's only employee, and I used to work two days a week for her. The bookstore was located in the historical inner city of town with some 100,000 residents.

At one day, a Saturday in June, I overslept myself and hence I was late at work. Of course, I offered my apologies to my employer when I arrived at work. She seemed to accept my apologies, and urged me to do my job. I thought this would be the last thing about it, but I couldn't have be more wrong than that.

After a busy day, the shop closed at five o'clock in the afternoon. While I did some cleaning, Marylin went to the office to count the money box. Usually this wouldn't take more than half an hour. But when my employer and I were finished with our respective tasks, Ms. Stretton called me to her office.

"Young man, this morning you have been thirty minutes late at work." "I am sorry, Ma'am." "I've heard your apologies. But I am not quite satisfied, yet. You perfectly know that Saturday is the busiest day of the week, especially in summer with all those tourists in town. Therefore I need an extra pair of hands to keep this business running." "I see, Ma'am" "It's good you got my point. However, I believe you need a firm reminder that you have to be at work in time."

I was surprised, and what did she mean with "a firm reminder"? After a short, but tense, pause Marylin Stretton explained what she meant.

"You're a great boy, so I will treat you as one. Since you are perfectly aware of misdeeds and why these are wrong, you have to understand that things have consequences." I asked her: "What consequences, Ma'am?" My employer smiled at me, and said: "You will see."

Ms. Stretton stood up and walk to a closet. Then she produced a school cane from the closet. Subsequently she looked at me:

"Young man, bent yourself over my desk." Due to her stern voice, I obeyed this order without hesitation. After I had taken my position, my employer walked towards me. But at approximately one meter away from me, she stood still.

"Young man, since you was thirty minutes late, you will get thirty strokes with this cane. And you will count ever stroke loudly, and if you don't will start again at zero. Do you understand me?" "Yes, I do, Ma'am."

Then without warning I received the first hit on my seat. An intense shock of pain traversed through my body, but nevertheless I was quickly enough to count "One". The second hit came almost immediately after I had counted the first. Despite the shock of the second hit, I also counted this. Marylin repeated this until hit number ten, after which she took a short break.

The next series of ten strokes was administered in the same fashion as the first ten strokes. Shocks of intense pain traversed my body. Though I happily able to count each and every hit with the cane. After a second short break the third and final series of strokes followed.

After finishing the last series, Marylin let me gain my breath by letting me stand in my position for a few more minutes. Thereafter, she said:

"Young man, I hope you will never be late at work again." "I won't be, Ma'am." While I was allowed to stand up, the woman grasped me and give me a hug. Without resistance I surrendered myself to her. Marylin whispered in my ears: "You have got your punishment, my boy. Everything is fine now."