Hard Spanking Girls

(A Parody of Fat Bottomed Girls by Queen)

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Are you gonna spank my butt tonight

Ah, make it match the red firelight?

Are you gonna give it all you’ve got?

Hard-spanking girl, you make my bubble butt so red!

I was just a naughty lass

With no one to spank my ass,

But I knew someday fully disciplined I’d be

Then I finally found my Jannie

With the guts to whack my fanny;

My strict woman! You made a good girl outta me.

I’ve been stretched across your knee,

I’ve been sore as sore can be,

I’ve been standing in the corner for so long.

Well, I think I’ve learned my lesson

‘Cause you got a full confession

Oh strict woman! You’ve gone and made me family.

Ah, won’t you spank my butt tonight

Ah, make it match the red firelight?

Ah, won’t you give it all you’ve got?

Hard-spanking girl, you make my bubble butt so red!

Hard-spanking girl, you make my bubble butt so red!

Now, my rear end’s been set ablaze

Ain’t sat comfortably for days

And I still owe you three pages’ worth of lines

Well I think I’ll mend my ways

‘Cause it’s rough to spend your days

Sitting on a well-spanked bottom all day long

Are you gonna spank my butt tonight

Ah, make it match the red firelight?

Are you gonna give it all you’ve got?

Hard-spanking girl, you make my bubble butt so red.

Hard-spanking girl, you make my bubble butt so red.

(Get out your brush and spank!)

Copyright Ⓒ 2013 by Aunt Carla

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In the Corner Again

Part Two

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(Our story began here: http://auntcarlascorner.blogspot.com/2013/06/in-corner-again.html)

SMACK!!

"OW!!"

That first, resoundingly hard smack to my bare buns did not bode well for the rest of my punishment. And my loud, involuntary vocal response cast aside any hope that I might retain a shred of dignity in this situation. This was the third time I was being disciplined for the same offence; Maggie clearly intended it to make its mark, both literally and figuratively.

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

"OW ... OWWW!!"

Her hand rose and fell, rose and fell, making repeated, stinging contact with my poor bare cheeks. At this point, I was still quite painfully aware of the telephone receiver, carefully placed on the coffee table between my mouth and bottom so my "audience" could appreciate the sounds coming from each. Besides playful birthday spankings, this was the closest to a "public" spanking I'd ever received, and I wasn't enjoying it one bit.

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

"AHH ... OWWWWW!!!! OW, PLEASE!"

"Please? Please what?!" Maggie demanded, never slowing her pace. "We've barely begun, little girl!" With that, she switched her attentions to the ultra-sensitive tops of my thighs; my keening rose an octave and became much louder. She thoroughly tanned my bare sit-spot and if I'd been capable of clear thought at this point, I would have thought that I wouldn't be sitting comfortably any time soon.

I started kicking my bare feet helplessly in the air and squirming in a vain attempt to dodge that punishing palm for even a second. I reached back to try to protect my backside, but she was too well-practised for me; she just grabbed my hand with her free one and pinned it against my back, never breaking her stride. The heat grew steadily in my entire bottom and the tops of my thighs, and my vocalizations became increasingly shrill.

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

"OWWWWWWWW!!"

The pain was just awful, and I was becoming desperate. Just when I thought my poor bottom couldn't possibly absorb another smack, she stopped suddenly. I sobbed and heaved over Maggie's lap while she caught her breath. After a moment, she reached over and picked up the phone.

"You still there, Miss Dee?"

(I would later learn that Dee had replied that not only was she there, she was riveted!)

"Good. Well, it's time to move on to the bath brush."

"NOO!! PLEASE!!" I shrieked in horror, any thoughts of maintaining some semblance of dignity long gone. "Please, I swear I've learned my lesson; you don't have to..."

SWAT!!

"OH MY GOD ... OWWWWW!!!!"

SWAT!! SWAT!! SWAT!! SWAT!!

"AHH ... OHHH ... P-PLEASE!!"

I hadn't felt the terrible sting of that wood in ages, and it was worse than I remembered. (I think Maggie was wielding it with less restraint than usual, in honour of its being my third punishment for the same offense.) In any case, I was literally screaming over her knee as the brush kept tanning every inch of my rear end. When she reached my sit-spot with that dreaded implement, the pain was so exquisite that I virtually levitated off her lap. I gasped in a loud breath, then made no sound at all for several seconds as the brush did its singularly nasty work. Then:

"AHHHHHHHH!! OWWWWWWWWW!!"

I was soon reduced to unintelligible keening sounds, kicking like an Olympian athlete and squirming with all my might for just a moment's respite from the horrible, inexorable sting. No such respite was forthcoming. I finally just ran out of steam; one simply cannot keep fighting such a spanking indefinitely. (Later I learned that I'd been over her lap a solid ten minutes.) I collapsed in a defeated heap on Maggie's lap and lay there, absorbing the impossible stinging pain with hardly a sound or a movement.

I must have gone into some sort of spanking-induced trance, because suddenly I was aware that the punishment had ended and Maggie was on the phone again, talking to Dee.

"...and I think you'd be quite pleased with the color, Auntie Dee," she said, still breathing a bit heavily from her exertions. I sobbed and twitched as she poked my thoroughly reddened flesh with her finger. "Yes, I believe this has got to be Miss Carla's most remarkable spanking to date. She's a uniform bright red from the top of her tailbone down to the tops of her thighs. Pardon? Oh yes, of course she's still got corner time to serve. But she's going to spend the first ten minutes in the center of the room so I can get good photos from every angle."

It's indicative of how well-spanked I was that I didn't even respond to this news. My universe had shrunk to a small, incredibly sore region of flesh.

"Well, I'm going to hold on to the pictures, just in case our little girl forgets again. I very much doubt she will, but if she does, there'll be a bunch of photos coming your way. OK!"

She held the phone down to my ear. "Your Auntie has something she wants to tell you."

A croaky "Mm ... hmm?" was all I could muster.

"Well, my dear girl," Auntie Dee enthused. "You've taken quite the impressive spanking today! Are you going to be a good girl from now on?"

"Y-yes, Auntie," I managed.

"Excellent. As much as I would delight in photos of your glorious body from every angle, I don't think that's Maggie's intention. She just wants you to go back to honouring your agreement with her as you've done so well until recently. You will do that, won't you? I hope you appreciate the titanic self-control I must bring to bear to not hope you backslide, Cara Mia."

"Yes, Auntie, I understand."

"Good girl. Well, I know you'd like to get your corner time over with. You'll call me some time tomorrow to let me know you're okay?"

"Yes, Auntie Dee, I will."

Maggie took the phone said goodbye, then stood me up. She hugged me tight and kissed my tear-stained cheeks, saying, "I love you, Baby. I never wanna have to spank you that hard again."

"I know! I'm so sorry!" I burst into tears, and she hugged me again, stroking my sweat-drenched hair. Then she said, "Okay, you're starting corner time in the middle of the room tonight. Did you hear what I told Dee?"

"Yes Ma'am," I said quietly, beet-red in all four cheeks as she led me to the center of the room.

"Good. Hands on your head now, Baby."

True to her word, she began snapping pictures of me from the front, back and side in all my tear-stained, naked glory, and I shrank in shame by the time she was done. Then she put the camera away and took my chin lovingly in her hand.

"These are just for my pleasure, Darling. You are more beautiful after a spanking than I can stand, and I've often thought I'd love to be able to admire your beauty this way when I hadn't just disciplined you."

Joyous tears began to flow. The fact that she thought me beautiful in my sweaty, disheveled, teary state was just overwhelming. She continued.

"I wanted to make a real impression, not just on your bottom, but on your mind as well. This wasn't about chores done or undone; it was about you and me honoring our agreements with each other. I won't be sending these pictures anywhere, but next time you're tempted to break one of our agreements, it might be helpful for you to imagine how betrayed you'd feel if I did. 'Cause that's how I feel when you don't do what you say you're gonna do. Can you do that for me?"

Crying copious tears, I nodded in the affirmative.

"Good girl. Okay, off to the corner with you!" 

I squealed as she lightly swatted my scorched buns, then trotted over to the corner and put my hands on my head. Maggie likes me to cry in the corner and not be able to wipe my tears; she says it's cathartic, and I quite agree. I've been standing here for what seems like forever now, naked and vulnerable beside the row of windows in the living room. My bottom has never been so sore. And Maggie really loves me.


Copyright 2010 by Aunt Carla
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In the Corner Again

Part One

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So here I am in the corner again, my blazing bare backside shining like a distress beacon into the living room. I'm naked as usual, and I feel quite vulnerable standing next to the row of uncovered windows here in the living room. I know they face the backyard, which is one big wooded area, and that the chances of anyone seeing me are slim. Still, it's terribly unnerving.

Maggie came home from work a full two hours early and found me playing on the computer in my underwear instead of doing the housework as I'd promised. I had my headphones on, and I didn't even hear her come in. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I virtually leaped out of my chair in fright! She motioned for me to take the headphones off, and I knew my goose was cooked - and that my bottom would soon be well done! She said I must have subconsciously known that I needed to be punished; otherwise I wouldn't be in just my bra and panties in the middle of the day. "Remove them and join me in the living room," she commanded.

My tummy flipped as I heard her rummaging under the cabinet in the master bathroom, which could only mean I was gonna get it with the bath brush! I hate that thing with a passion: it's never been used to wash a bathtub to my knowledge, but it certainly has seen a lot of action! She knows I fear it; that's why it only comes out when I've earned a punishment spanking.

And yes, I knew I'd earned one fair and square. As an online grad student who does freelance copyediting, I'm the one who's home all day, so we agreed awhile back that I'd do most of the housework. That way, Maggie could come home from a long day at the office to find a beautiful, well-kept home, and we could spend a pleasant evening together. After that last long, drawn-out punishment I endured two months ago for shirking my household tasks, I really did change my ways. For a solid two months, I got all the housework done long before she got home. I really meant to do it today, but the lure of the computer was strong. Nothing makes me feel sexier than surfing my favourite spanking and Lesbian sex sites in just my bra and panties. So after I'd gotten most of my schoolwork done, I took off my pajamas and started cruising the net. It was loads of fun, until the time came to pay the price! 

Walking downstairs naked to the living room corner is always a harrowing experience. We have lots of windows, which have only wispy, see-through curtains on them. I just knew I was giving the neighbours a free show as I scurried downstairs to my doom! When I got there, Maggie was still fully-dressed in her work clothes, making me feel my nakedness even more acutely. She was sitting at the kitchen island, sipping wine when I appeared; she didn't say a word, she just pointed at the corner. Blushing deeply and feeling like a naughty child, I put my nose in the corner and my hands on my head. I heard her kick off her shoes and flip on the TV. Corner time in our house is never shorter than 30 minutes, and often lasts up to an hour. Of course, I had no idea exactly how long I'd been standing there, because time in the corner passes unfathomably more slowly than ordinary time. 

After what seemed like an eternity, I heard her pick up the phone and dial a number. I thought she must be doing some bank business or perhaps calling her mother. Imagine my shock and horror when I heard this:

"Hi, Dee? It's Mags." (A gasp from me) "Doing fine, how 'bout you? Well, remember what I promised you a couple of months ago? Yes, well, today's the day." 

I was so horrified; I turned around and spoke - something that's forbidden during corner time.

"Baby, you can't be serious!" I exclaimed.

"Sorry, Dee," Maggie said into the phone, "I have a naughty girl here who's determined to add to her sentence." Then to me, "I assure you I am most serious, young lady. What did I promise you last time?"

"You said, um, you said you'd spank me longer and harder and..." My voice grew faint as I was overwhelmed with embarrassment. "And you'd let Dee listen," I practically whispered.

"That's right. Did you think I was kidding?"

"Um, no, Ma'am. But PLEASE! Can't you give me an extra-long spanking and corner time instead?" I begged.

"You're already getting both," she said flatly. "But you're also having an audience, as promised. An ordinary spanking doesn't seem to work for you for very long. Now tell Auntie Dee why you're being punished." She held out the phone.

I regarded it as one might a poisonous snake. "Please!" I begged more pitifully. 

Maggie walked over to me and gave me four sharp swats to the backside.

"Ow! OW! OK!" 

I took the phone from her and, in an agony of humiliation, said, "Hello, Auntie Dee." 

"Hello, my dear. I just heard what I believe were swats to a naughty bottom. Have you been shirking again?" she asked in an authoritarian tone.

"Y-yes Ma'am," I croaked. "I didn't do my chores. Maggie came home early, and I swear I was gonna do them before she..."

"Enough of that!" My English aunt cut in. "If I understand correctly, you are to do your household tasks before anything else. Isn't that right?" 

I sighed, and tears began to well up in my eyes. "Yes, Ma'am," I said miserably.

"And what, may I ask, were you doing instead?"

"Oh, please, Auntie, don't make me!"

"You will answer anything she asks!" Maggie thundered.

My tears spilling over, I told Dee what I'd been doing, and with prodding from Maggie, what I'd been wearing.

"I see. I must say I'm rather disappointed," she said. "Wasting time on the computer in the middle of the day, and in your underwear at that! Didn't you tell me two months ago that you were a 'changed woman'? That you were going to do all your chores from then on, well and on time?"

"Yes Ma'am." 

"And didn't Maggie warn you I'd be listening in if you ever had to be spanked for shirking again?"

"Y-yes Ma'am, but I never thought..."

"Hush, child. As you admit you failed to discharge your responsibilities properly, I think you would be well-advised to take your punishment with as much decorum as possible. I shall be listening in, and I expect nothing less."

"Yes, Auntie," I sobbed.

"Give Maggie the phone, dear."

"Yes, Auntie."

Maggie took it and said, "Are you ready to listen to this naughty girl's spanking, Auntie Dee? Good." I watched in horrified fascination as she put the receiver down on the coffee table, only a few feet away from where I'd be squawking and kicking my way through the spanking. I have zero control over the noises I make while being smacked, and Maggie knew the humiliation of being overheard by someone whose opinion of me I value so highly would be an excellent deterrent to future misbehaviour. She took my left wrist and guided me over her lap, where I hung in misery.

"I should say for the record," Mags said loudly, "that little Miss Carla is going to receive a good hand spanking followed by a healthy dose of the bath brush." (I groaned quietly at this). "She is fully naked at the moment, and will remain so until she is sent to bed." 

I groaned out loud, overwhelmed by embarrassment. I felt Maggie raise her hand high, and waited with my eyes scrunched shut for the first spank to fall. 
Copyright 2010 by Aunt Carla
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Bare Bottomed Angela Leigh

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“Don’t mind Angie; as you may have guessed, she’s being punished.”

Mr. Osgood’s guests smiled at this largely gratuitous announcement from their host. His niece Angie, a stunning nineteen-year-old redhead, was obviously in disgrace. She wore nothing but a white bra and a matching g string, and her bare bottom bore signs of a recent encounter with a hard open palm. Forbidden to speak unless spoken to, she was required to serve her Aunt and Uncle’s guests in her current humiliating attire all evening, and she knew she could probably expect a “reminder” spanking at the end of the party. If she was extraordinarily lucky, it would happen after the guests had left.

“So what did the girl do to earn a spanking?” Mrs. Winthrop wondered aloud.

“Ethel!” Mr. Winthrop said sharply. “I’m quite sure the girl is embarrassed enough without having her offence broadcast in public.”

“Oh, that’s quite all right,” Angie’s Aunt Patricia put in. “We consider embarrassment an essential part of Angela’s correction. Tell our guests what landed your bare bottom over Uncle Timothy’s knee, Angela Leigh.”

Poor Angie’s face was oven-hot. All eyes were on her, and she was a modest young woman. She had never quite gotten used to having so much of herself on display for punishment, even though it had happened several times since coming to live with Uncle Tim and Auntie Pat.  

“Yes, Ma’am,” Angie said, turning from Auntie Pat to face Mrs. Winthrop. Her blush extended down her neck and threatened to spread all the way down to her full breasts. “Uncle Tim thought I was getting thoughts above myself and...and needed to be brought down a peg or two, Ma’am.”

The guests tittered at this. The thought of the young woman being stripped down to her skivvies and spanked over her uncle’s lap simply for “getting thoughts above” herself was an entertaining idea.

“And how did this ‘getting thoughts above yourself’ manifest, young lady?” asked Ethan, the Winthrops’ 22-year-old son. There was considerable amusement in the young man’s voice, and his eyes were sparkling with merriment. Angie, for her part, found herself staring at her toes, her face aflame.

“Don’t be rude, girl,” Mr. Osgood admonished his niece; “look at the gentleman and answer his question.”

It was the hardest thing Angie had ever done, but somehow she managed to raise her head and meet the eyes of her interrogator-- a young man less than three years her senior.

“I...I said, um...I said (here her voice trailed off slightly) I thought I was too old for...this kind of discipline.”

“Now, you know perfectly well that isn’t what you said,” Mrs. Osgood chided. “Tell young Mr. Winthrop precisely what you did say.”

“Oh Auntie, please!”

Mrs. Osgood strode over to her niece and planted two smart, open-handed swats on the girl’s already hot-pink bare behind. “If you know what’s good for you,” she said, “you’ll obey without another second’s delay!”

Tears sprang to poor Angie’s eyes, and she rubbed at the reignited fire in her tail. “I said...I mean, I meant to say...that I told Uncle Tim I thought I was too old for spankings.”

“Apparently not,” observed Mrs. Tate from across the street. This was greeted with some highly amused chuckles from the assembled crowd.

“Well, now that we’ve established that,” said Mr. Osgood with a smile, “my drink needs refreshing. If anyone else needs a refresher, by all means let my naughty nice know.”

It was going to be a long evening for bare-bottomed Angela Leigh.

Copyright Ⓒ 2013 by Aunt Carla

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