Ich werde hier ab und zu Spanking Stories (exspecially about naughty daughters),  Mind Control oder Raceplay stories auf Deutsch oder Englisch u.a. posten. Also schaut mal rein!

I will post spanking stories, mind control stories, raceplay stories and else .So have a look.

To start: a small spanking story from an British magazine:

"When he's finally been nagged into smacking his daughter he takes her into the sitting room. Diane makes sure she's wearing' her school uniform of grey skirt, blouse, tie, socks and navy knickers. He's just pulled a chair out and is sitting down when she says, all innocent like:

"Shall I take my skirt off, Dad? I mustn't get it creased."

Before he can reply she's standing there with no skirt on, just blouse down to her hips, bare legs and a soulful expression.

Now he's seated and starts to mumble about her being naughty or cheeky. Diane pretends to listen and, at the same time, raises her blouse and slips her knickers down over her bum, leaving them bunched at the crotch.

"Don't do that when I'm talking, dear," says her father, going slightly pink in the face.

"Oh I'm sorry dad, I was only trying to help," stammers the darling daughter. At the same time she turns her back, showing her plump round bottom to her father and fumbling to pull her pants up.

Father is now distinctly embarrassed as he says: "Alright, leave them, leave them. Just stand still and listen to me."

She lets her parent rabbit on for a little while.

"Shall I draw the curtains Dad? . . You don't want people looking in, do you?" she interrupts.

"Hey, what? Yes ... no! Alright, but hurry." Diane has already turned and walked off across to the window. She makes sure her blouse is tucked up and her father has to watch her naked behind with the dark knickers bunched around its base as she wiggles away. When she reaches up to close the curtains, a little more of her goes on show just for an instant.

She is back in front of her father, looking as though butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. He has loosened his collar. He tries to remember what he was saying. He gives up trying. Get it over with. That's his best bet. Gently he takes his daughter's wrist and guides her towards his lap. Diane holds back.

"Please Daddy, may I leave the room for a moment?" He looks up into two worried blue eyes. "It's urgent!" she whispers, blushing prettily.

The confused dad watches a pink bottom mince out of the room. He waits one, two, three minutes . . . the door opens, she is back, the blouse higher on her hips, the knickers halfway down her white thighs.

Now Diane's dad is only human, and he's definitely noticed that Diane isn't his little girl any longer. She's quite a big girl with a plump round bottom and a lot of other things.

The darling daughter gets about four light smacks and she give a little tearful cry. . .

"Are you all right dear?" says her poor bothered dad.

"Yes, I think so Daddy, go on, I'll try to be brave," sobs the daughter.

Of course, by now it's really all over. One more pat and she's back on her feet.

"And let that be a lesson to you," says dad, trying to sound stern.

Diane says she's never had more than six smacks and, unknown to her mum, her pocket money's been increased. So there you are, we don't lose them all!