Spanking – Jonathan Quincy Graves Spanking Fiction

The Rustler

By Jonathan Quincy Graves ‘He can’t know much about the cattle business,’ Jasmine mused as she waited for the failed rustler to regain consciousness. Anyone who did, and there were not many left, would have known the flatulence capture device the law required each steer to wear used the methane to power a wide range…

Even Hotter

I reached for my belt, but Mary slapped my hands away. “I’ll take care of that. All you have to do is stand there… well, and bend when the time comes.”

Too Darn Hot

By: Jonathan Quincy Graves “You know what I would like to do?” “No, John, tell me,” Mary said. We were lying on her bed, me in my boxers, her in her panties. It was a hot day, and the walls of her apartment baked in the sun all afternoon. The window air conditioner wheezed away,…

The Music – 2-Escalation

In my dreams, and in the stories I read on the web, spankings were always bare bottom spankings. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like.

The Music

Mom has big strong hands, and she applied one with considerable force to my bottom. The reality, much more intense than my imagination, brought on tears in short order.

Lexan Motivation

“Lay yourself over mommy’s lap and let’s see if this Lexan paddle was worth the investment.”

First Birthday Spanking

“You wanted to get into spanking,” Vickie said, “but I’m not interested in being on the receiving end. So be a good boy and think of this spanking as your birthday present to me.”

Chick Flick

By: Jonathan Quincy Graves CBS picked the worst possible moment to break for a commercial, and Amy expressed her irritation in the pace and force with which she applied her paddle. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Her arm rose and fell; her wrist snapped to finish each stroke with maximum effect on my flaming bare bottom. It…

Procrastination

By Jonathan Quincy Graves “If you were mine,” she said sternly, “I’d bare that naughty little bottom of yours, take you over my knee, and spank you long and hard until I was sure you had seen the error of your ways.” My jaw dropped at this pronouncement, but I found myself with nothing to…

Revelation

By Jonathan Quincy Graves “Tell me,” she commanded, her breath tickling his ear. “Once we are engaged to be married, you will reveal your body, one stage at a time.” “And what price will you pay for that gift?” “The strap,” he answered with a shiver. “Delicious. Give me details,” she whispered, stroking him slowly,…