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SPANKED! - VOLUME 2

by LSF Publications


1. Three Girls

by Sam Stewart

"But it makes no sense!" Janice screamed. "Ring the solicitor; it must be a mistake! I want to go too!"

Dave Harris was used to his young wife's frequent tantrums and he patiently tried once again to calm her down. "It's here in the letter, Janice. You read it yourself. Your Great Aunt Jane has insisted that you should not be allowed to come with me to the solicitors."

Janice flounced away and dropped sulkily into an armchair.

"It doesn't mean she hasn't left you anything. You know she was always a bit eccentric."

Janice didn't answer, so with a shake of his head, Dave fastened his coat, gave his wife a peck on the cheek and set off for his appointment.

An hour later, Dave sat in the old world offices of Randle and Sons with two other men, waiting for William Randle to begin the proceedings. A pretty secretary brought a tray of tea and invited the group to help themselves.

"I'll pour," said Dave, climbing to his feet. "I'm used to it, living with Janice."

The other two nodded understandingly. Both Mark, Dave's brother-in-law, and Peter, the husband of Janice's cousin, were familiar with Dave's wife.

"How come Janice isn't here laying down the law?" asked Peter.

"Not allowed," said Dave. "The solicitor's letter gave strict instructions that she had to stay away."

"We got one of those too," said Mark. "Mind you, Cindy was happy to stay at home and let me deal with this."

"Yeah," said Peter. "Melanie was told to stay away too. Strange though, I always thought Aunt Jane had a soft spot for Melanie."

The conversation was interrupted as William Randle entered the room carrying a number of documents and a home recorded DVD.

"My apologies for the strange arrangements gentlemen," said Randle. "But Jane was quite specific about the reading of her Will. I have to tell you that the main reading will take place tomorrow and your wives will be invited to attend." The three men looked mystified. "However, there are special bequests for each of you which are to be presented today, in the absence of your good ladies."

Randle slipped the DVD into a laptop on his desk and turned it so the beneficiaries could see the screen. He then handed each of the recipients a package. Dave received a letter, sealed in an envelope and addressed to his wife. Mark received an A4 manila envelope, also sealed. For Peter, the package was a box, eighteen inches square and quite thin, sealed and addressed to Melanie.

"I thought the bequests were for us," said Dave.

"All will become clear," Randle answered. He pressed a few keys on his laptop and Aunt Jane appeared on the screen. She looked frail but she still carried the air of dignified authority that had made her the family matriarch.

"Boys," she began, "well I guess I'm dead. Don't be too sad. I had a good run and I enjoyed every minute. I think it's important to enjoy life, don't you?"

The three couldn't help nodding. But then Aunt Jane took on a more serious look.

"I've asked you three here to try and guide you in the right direction. It seems to me that none of you are really getting the best deal at the moment.

First, I'm going to start with you David. You're a good man, a patient man. But there comes a time when even a man such as yourself must put his foot down and say enough is enough. Janice, my great niece, is a monster. Don't try to defend her. We all know the truth. She has been a selfish spoiled brat for twenty-five years and she is showing no sign of growing up. Well, as my dear late husband always said, there is only one good way to deal with a brat: a damn good spanking and straight to bed! Mr. Randle will have given you an envelope containing a letter. When Janice throws a tantrum about the Will reading and demands the sapphire ring that she always hoped I would leave her, give her this letter and then give her what she really deserves. Don't let me down, David and don't hold back.

Now I come to Mark. What I have to tell you Mark is very hard to say and it will be very hard for you to hear. Please open the envelope that Mr. Randle has given you."

Mark ripped open the manila envelope and pulled out a photograph. He turned pale and a lead weight dropped in his stomach.

"The man kissing your wife," Jane continued, "is her lover, Tony Spall. I know you must be angry and upset but believe me, I know people and Cindy loves you. The man in the picture is nothing more than the plaything of a bored housewife. Indeed he is the plaything of several bored housewives. I do hope you will give Cindy a second chance but at the very least you must sort this out. I will not have my great niece making a fool of you. I am leaving you a hairbrush. It is strong and hard and has been in my family for many years. It is time for you to show Cindy what happens to girls who behave in this atrocious manner.

Finally, I come to you Peter. Your wife is neither cheating nor spoiled. In fact Melanie is a very nice young lady and a very good wife. However, she came to see me recently and I could tell she is not entirely happy. She has a secret that she is afraid to tell you. Give her the box and don't be shocked at what happens.

So that's it boys. Do as I say and things will work out for the best. Come back tomorrow for the full reading and bring the girls. Good bye boys and good luck."

When Dave returned home, Janice was waiting. It was early evening but she was still sulking and she had already changed for bed. Despite her frequent scowls, Janice was a pretty girl with long dark hair that cascaded over her shoulders and contrasted nicely with the pearly light pink of her satin pyjamas. Dave stepped forward to give her a hug knowing how sexy her slim body would feel through the shiny thin material. Janice took a step back.

"Well?"

"Well what, Angel?"

"Well what has she left me? I'll bet she's given that ring to Melanie. She knew I wanted it."

"Calm down. The main Will reading is tomorrow and you're invited."

"So what was today about then!" demanded Janice.

"It was about this," said Dave pulling the envelope out of his pocket and handing it over.

Janice ripped it open. She started to read and her eyes opened wide. She sat down and read it again. She didn't notice Dave taking off his jacket and rolling up his sleeve.

"This letter is from Aunt Jane," said Janice. "It says... Dave you wouldn't! It says she has given you instructions to... Dave, you... you're not seriously going to..."

"Spank you?"

Janice put down the letter and looked up at her husband. Dave strode purposely towards her. Janice scrambled out of her chair and ran.

"Don't you dare lay a finger on me!" she cried. She ran for the door, intending to flee up the stairs but Dave was too quick. He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off her feet.

"Dave, you can't do this to me! Let me go! Let me go! I'm not a child. I'm too old to be spanked."

Dave sat down and wrestled her over his knee. "This is how it's going to be from now on," said Dave. "You are a spoiled... selfish... lazy... bad tempered... brat." He emphasised each word with a hard smack on Janice's upturned bottom. "And brats get spanked!"

The satin of Janice's pyjamas made her very hard to hold. Dave pushed her top up her back allowing him to wrap an arm around her naked waist then he grabbed the waistband of her pants and dragged them down revealing her reddening bottom partly covered by white panties. He continued spanking furiously. Janice reached back, protesting and trying to cover her bottom, but he pushed her hand aside and pinned it out of the way. Janice was really bawling now but Dave had opened the floodgates on years of pent-up anger at his wife's bratty behaviour. He took hold of the waistband of her panties and as Janice tearfully wailed, "Noooo, pleeeease, I'm sorry," he dragged them down to the middle of her thighs. A full ten minutes of ferocious spanking turned Janice's bottom to a stinging, glowing scarlet. Finally, he let her go and she scrambled off his knee.

"Now," he said. "Get to bed, or shall I find a hairbrush and start again?"

Janice, wide eyed, shook her head and ran up the stairs. Dave could hear her crying in the bedroom. He wandered over to the sink and tried to cool his hand in cold water. He felt sure Janice would be wishing she could do the same to her bottom.

For the first time in years he felt as though he was in control. He strode confidently up the stairs and disappeared into the bedroom to comfort his wife.


Over at Mark's house, Cindy sat at her dressing table and checked her stylishly cropped blond hair and expertly applied makeup; it was the only thing she was wearing. She stood and sauntered towards the bed, where her lover waited, allowing him to drink in the beauty of her flawless naked body. Music played quietly and erotically and she swayed, caressing her breasts. She spun around and stroked and patted the firm rounds of her pert bottom, toned by daily visits to the gym. She faced her lover again and watched him stir as she licked her scarlet lips with the tip of her tongue. Then with the lithe movement of a panther she crawled onto the bed.

As Cindy's beautiful face moved closer to her lover, her lips parted. Tony lifted his head to meet her kiss. Suddenly, she pulled away, a look of wild panic on her face. Then Tony heard it. Someone was unlocking the front door.

"Oh my God, oh my God," Cindy cried. "It's my husband. Quick, hide."

Tony leapt to his feet, and Cindy gathered up his clothes and stuffed them into his arms. Mark was coming up the stairs. Cindy dragged aside the mirrored wardrobe door and bundled Tony into the space between her dresses. She slid the door shut then scrambled into bed and pretended to sleep.

Mark pushed open the bedroom door, dreading what he would find. Cindy lay in the bed, a picture of angelic innocence. She stirred as he came into the room and opened her eyes sleepily. She smiled.

"Hello darling," she said. "You're home early."

"Oh, so you know what time it is, even though you've just woken."

"Erh... erh... I..."

"What are you doing in bed?"

"I had a headache. I just came to lie down."

"Naked? With your best make-up on and your favourite perfume? You are naked under those covers aren't you?"

"I... I just wanted to be at my best when you came home, sweetheart. Why are you being like this?"

"Oh I don't know," said Mark. "Maybe it has something to do with this." He threw the photograph of Cindy and her lover onto the bed. Cindy stared at it horrified.

"I... I can explain," she said, though she didn't know how she was going to do it.

"Good," said Mark. "And I suppose you can explain this too." He marched over to the wardrobe and yanked the door open. Tony stared out at him with the terrified look of a rabbit caught in headlights, naked and trying to cover his embarrassment with an armful of clothes.



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