Room 2D

From Spankorama II, a short but sweet (and seasonal) spanking for Samantha Woodley.

Molly had been excited to stay with her Grandpa for Christmas while her mum went away with her new boyfriend. She didn’t like him at all. But Grandpa insisted she should earn her keep with house duties and she was a lazy girl. So he punished her. Her bum and thighs had been different shades of red since the moment she arrived. But this was the worst. Grandpa had been to the pub with his friend Eric and came home to find Molly had forgotten to get their dinner ready. So Eric helped Grandpa undress her, and he held her arms tightly behind her back with his rough hands. Then Grandpa whipped her breasts with his belt. She cried and pleaded and struggled but they just kept going. ‘Let’s take her upstairs,’ said Eric. ‘It will be easier to hold her still on your bed.’ Indeed.

By regular correspondent and poet M.B. of Grimsby from Janus 58 On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, A paddling on my little derriere. On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Two smarting cheeks, And a paddling on my little derriere. On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Three tearful tannings, Two smarting cheeks, And a paddling on my little derriere. On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Four blushing bums, Three tearful tannings, Two smarting cheeks, And a paddling on my little derriere. On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Five burning bots, Four blushing bums, Three tearful tannings, Two smarting cheeks, And a paddling on my little derriere. On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Six stripes a-sizzling, Five burning bots, Four blushing bums, Three tearful tannings, Two smarting cheeks, And a paddling on my little derri...

Happy Christmas! This heart-warming seasonal family tale comes from Whispers 6. ‘Jeez! Fantastic!  Those  tits !’ Dave rolled his eyes and rubbed his crotch. ‘Oh boy, I wouldn’t mind having her give me a nice little  wank .’ ‘Cut it out,’ said Tom weakly. ‘Ahah!’ Dave reached across and punched his arm. ‘You want to keep her all to yourself, young Tom. She gives you a cosy little wank, does she, when it’s just the two of you here?’ Rick, sitting opposite, chortled. ‘It’s not a wank I’d like, it’s a bit of the old in-and-out.’ ‘Look  cut it out ,’ Tom Caulfield was red in the face. ‘You coarse buggers. I bloody wish I hadn’t invited you round.’ There was cackling laughter from his two friends, and more ribald comment. They were in Tom’s sitting room and the young lady in question had just departed, to get her hair done, Tom thought. His cousin, Carol. Nineteen and very beautiful and very well-built as w...

A festive Green Gables story from Blushes Supplement 24. Happy Christmas! Miranda looked out of the taxi window at stark winter fields on either side of the road and shivered. It was freezing out there: an icy wind and still frost from overnight. It was warm enough inside, in the taxi, but nonetheless… She glanced at the back of the driver’s head, then briefly met his eye in the driving mirror. She looked quickly away. Why had Mr Price sent her in a taxi, especially like this, the way she was dressed. Or wasn’t dressed. The driver knew . She knew he knew. The way he looked at her. Had her coat opened? It couldn’t have, she had been so careful keeping it closed ever since getting in. But she could sense that he knew. That she had nothing on under her coat. And what was to stop him, with one of those hot surges of lust for you that men got, turning off down some side lane, to a deserted, secluded little spot. Taking her out in the icy...