LOL!

I found a blog just now called Create Your Own Spanking. You can get to it here.
You fill in all the blanks, and it creates a custom spanking story for you. Too much fun! Just remember, if you have a pop-up blocker, hold the Control key when you click 'I guess I'm ready'. There will be a couple of small boxes that pop-up, and then a box with the story.

Here's the first one I got. I'm sure I'll try it again and see how creative I can get!

Leigh Gets Herself a Spanking

Leigh was in trouble and she knew it. She wondered if Mark would spank her right away or make her wait. ''Waiting is the worst!'' she thought, though in this case maybe it would be better to put it off... She didn't need to speculate, though, she'd know soon enough - she could hear a man's footsteps approaching the door. As she watched, the handle turned with what seemed like an unnatural slowness. An icy hand gripped her right in the middle of her bottom.

''Act natural,'' she told herself, which only caused her to give a nervous giggle just as her husband walked in.

''What's wrong?'' Mark asked immediately.

''Me? Nothing! Why do you ask?''

''Just that you have a strange look on your face.'' So much for ''natural,'' Leigh thought. Mark continued. ''Okay, what have you done?''

''Um... nothing?''

''Leigh...''

''Yes, Mark?''

''Come on, out with it. Now.'' He had never been all that patient in these situations and was already heading toward the kitchen. Leigh hurried to head him off.

''It's nothing, honest. It's just that... Well, I...'' Try as she might, she couldn't think of a way to make it sound any better.

''I spent more than my allowance ,'' she said with a rush. Mark stopped in his tracks, slowly turning to look at her.

''Leigh Marie! It's nothing, honest?'' he mocked in a voice of disbelief. ''It doesn't sound like nothing. It sounds a lot like wasting money.'' Leigh felt herself tighten at that word - it had unfortunate connotations - unfortunate for her and unfortunate for her bottom. ''We've talked about wasting money, haven't we?'' Mark's speech went on. ''We have a way of dealing with wasting money, don't we, young lady?'' Every time he used the term ''wasting money'' he might as well be saying ''spanking,'' she thought. ''Leigh Marie, you do know how we deal with wasting money, don't you?'' Instinctively Leigh's hands shot back to cover her bottom, in a way answering Mark's question very clearly. Though that's not the answer her voice gave.

''Well, I know... but... I thought... maybe this time...

''You thought maybe this time what, young lady? That you wouldn't be spanked? That wasting money wouldn't get you a good bare-bottomed spanking?''

Leigh didn't want a spanking - Mark's spankings hurt! While she was getting them they stung like mad - she was always convinced she just had to get away and never could - and they left her so sore! Not just sore, very sore - sore like when you sit down a long time later you can still feel it like you just got it, that kind of sore. And she certainly didn't want one of those - especially not on her bare bottom!

And that was exactly how her husband was going to spank her - over his knee, her head down, jeans off, bottom up, panties down, bottom bare, her fair skin inviting his stern reproval! Mark had never once let her keep her panties up. Quickly Leigh's mind raced to remember what panties she'd put on, thankful that her red ones wouldn't add any to her embarrassment - having her bottom bared was embarrassing enough as it was!

Part of her wanted to run and hide, but most of her simply followed Mark into the kitchen - the kitchen, where she was always taken to be spanked. Much as she hated getting a spanking, especially one of Mark's spankings, she really did dislike wasting money and really wished she could stop doing it. If having her husband spank her would stop her from wasting money, maybe that was a good thing - if only it didn't have to be such a spanking!

Once in the kitchen, Mark looked at her sternly as he sat on kitchen chair, extending his legs as her soon-to-be ''resting'' place. My God, already? Leigh thought to herself, but Mark, instead of immediately motioning her over his lap and into place, clasped a hand on each of her arms.

''Now Babes, I want to be fair about this, you know that, I hope. You should also know that I'm disappointed to hear about your wasting money.'' Leigh's spirits sunk even lower, though for a new reason now. She didn't like to disappoint Mark. ''Very,'' he added. Maybe she really did deserve a spanking. ''I want you to tell me how this happened,'' he concluded. She tried to bow her head but with a gentle touch he raised her chin and made her look him in the eye.

''I don't know...'' was all she could think of to tell him. It would take too long to explain and not do any good anyway - but he wasn't about to settle for that.

''This wasting money of yours, it must have had some reason. It didn't just happen, now did it? And I want you to tell me how or why it did.'' His face hardened even further. ''And you are going to tell me.''

''It's like this - I wanted the necklace.''

''I see. Leigh?''

''Yes, Mark?''

''Did I just hear anything that would keep me from giving you a spanking? Anything that would discourage me from giving you each and every swat of the spanking you've earned?''

''I don't know... maybe...'' she replied sullenly.

''Leigh Marie.''

''No. I guess not...''

''No. Nothing I heard dissuades me in the least. You, young lady, have behaved yourself into a panties-down spanking and now you are going to get it.''

Fighting off thoughts of how soon Mark would have her fair bare and blushing, Leigh moved hesitantly to her husband's side and was a little surprised when he didn't immediately pull her over his waiting lap. Glancing up at his stern face, her surprise turned to dismay and she felt her stomach tighten.

''Oh no,'' she said softly, hopelessly.

''Oh yes,'' came his reply. ''You know better.''

''No, really - please? I don't need that... do I?'' This last was no more than a whisper.

''You need to learn, and the spoon helps you learn. Don't make me waste my time - spanking you by hand has never changed a thing.

''Go,'' Mark demanded and commanded.

Reluctantly - very reluctantly - Leigh trudged off to get the spoon. Retrieving it from kitchen drawer, she took just a tiny moment to feel both its unfeeling undefined and her own twinge of rebelliousness - ooo, to throw it, hide it, destroy it! Now that would be satisfying! Instead, the spoon would have its satisfaction on her, heating, punishing, scalding her poor helpless bottom. And if she ever did manage to do away with it, Leigh had no doubt that Mark would produce something even worse to deal with her current infraction and that additional one as well!

Shaking herself free of such imaginings, Leigh and her thoughts returned to the kitchen and her husband's side, meekly proffering the demanded and dreaded spoon, knowing full well that in mere moments it would be blistering her bottom, and thoroughly. Her poor little bottom! What did it ever do? It wasn't the one that had a problem with wasting money, she was. Why should it have to suffer? It just wasn't fair!

Oblivious to these objections, Mark still sat like a deity on kitchen chair, waiting to tumble her over his unforgiving thighs. As he reached to take the spoon from her, she pulled it back slightly.

''You'll start slowly, won't you?'' She knew she wasn't supposed to ask and he always replied with ''Is that what you deserve, young lady?'' But this once Mark just took the spoon from her and nodded sympathetically.

Seeing his reaction Leigh realized that she must be in even more trouble than she imagined. Her whole body stiffened and shook and she couldn't keep herself from turning and trying to run away - but Mark was too quick for her, he'd grabbed her wrist even as the spoon left her hand. Before she knew it she was over his knee and the blood was rushing to her head.

Spank! He began immediately - spank spank spank spank spank!

''Ow! Oh! Wait!'' No matter how much time Mark would take leading up to it, the first swat always startled her. Alternating stiffening and squirming, she quickly sunk into place as her husband jostled her for a better and steadier grip.

Spank spank spank - spank spank spank spank! spank! spank! spank! spank!

''Ow! No! Too hard!'' Leigh protested, though really her jeans muffled the effect considerably - nearly all of this pain was caused by her own tension and apprehension. So far!

Spank spank spank spank! spank! spank!

''Ow ow ow!'' she continued, only to have Mark chastise her further.

''Settle down, young lady - we haven't even started. I''m just getting you settled in. You can't even feel anything through your jeans.''

Spank spank spank! spank spank! spank spank!

''No, no! I feel it! I do! don't!'' Leigh insisted somewhat nonsensically - the chance that he would stop already was non-existent.

''Shall I stop already? I thought I was doing this for you - you do know what's next, don't you?''

Ah - here was the dilemma upon whose horns Leigh lay. To be spanked over her jeans, and therefore longer - or to shorten it a little and jump right to ''pants-down''? Or even panties-down? She made the same coward's choice she always had before.

Spank spank spank spank - spank spank spank! spank spank!

''No, no - that's okay,'' she decided immediately, and having done so found that this phase was much more tolerable. Maybe by the time he gets to my bare bottom I'll be ready, Leigh thought. Right. And maybe his arm will wear out first - or I'll just fly to the moon!

Spank spank spank - spank spank spank spank! spank! spank! spank! spank!

''Owww. Owwwwww,'' Leigh moaned softly, concluding that some sort of reaction was still in her favor. ''Hey! Wait!'' For no sooner had she resigned herself to an over-the-jeans spanking than the jeans-spanking was over! ''Stop! Not yet!''

''Oh?'' Spank spank spank spank!!! ''Haven't had enough yet? I thought you were in a hurry!'' Spank spank spank spank!!! Leigh's husband saw to it that these final swats before her jeans deserted her made all the more of an impression.

''OW! Geez!'' She twisted around in an attempt to see if he was still using his hand - it seemed harder than ever! All she managed to see was Mark removing her first line of defense. He slid the blue fabric off her bottom, revealing her red panties.

Spank spank spank spank!!! Haaaaah, Leigh thought.

''Haaaaaaah!'' Leigh said. She had thought of her jeans as sort of insubstantial it but had been giving her more protection than she realized - now with nothing between his hand and her thin panties his every spank stung and stung to high heaven! Spank spank! spank spank! spank spank spank! spank spank spank!

''Owwwwooooooo? Oww? Ow, ow?'' In her mind Leigh questioned if Mark really needed to spank her quite this completely.

Picking up on this, her husband didn't hesitate. ''If you didn't want this spanking, young lady, you shouldn't have been wasting money,'' he decreed, his logic unassailable. Like she hadn't thought of that! ''You know what wasting money gets you - maybe next time you'll have an easier time deciding what you really want!''

''Grrrr,'' Leigh grrrr'd - quietly.

Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank! spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!

''Ow oh ow oh ow ow ow!''

From long experience Mark knew just what he was doing. Half or more of his spanks landed where her panties had ridden up due to her unflattering position. Not only did they sting all the worse, they were those same low spots Leigh already knew she'd feel long afterward. How was she ever supposed to sit again?

Spank Ow Spank Ow Spank Ow Spank! On they went, like partners volleying on a tennis court - except that her soft bottom was no match for her husband's hard hand, and in this match she was being soundly beaten! And the sounds of that beating were Spank Ow Spank Ow Spank Ow Spank!

''Oh oh please,'' she protested - a lot of these spanks should count as panties-down! Not that they would, and not that she thought otherwise for even a moment. Nonetheless Leigh felt that some sort of protest was called for. Spank spank spank - spank spank spank spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! Ooooo, Mark knew just how to make her feel those! And Leigh's poor little bottom did - each and every one!

Then quickly a lot more protest was very much called for!

''Oh no - really - no, please, no. Please?'' Her husband had stopped spanking long enough to pluck at the waistband of her panties - and she did not want them down! She grabbed them herself and held on tightly. ''Not those - they don't make a difference anyway,'' she claimed, fibbing slightly - though she was always surprised what a difference they did make. One by one, Mark peeled her fingers from her red panties. And then they were gone.

Spank! spank! Her fair cheeks, only slightly colored by his gradual chastisement, were now fully under his hand - and eyes. Hold still! she told herself, wanting to minimize any jiggling or inappropriate exposure - try to hold still!

Spank! spank! Spank Spank! SPANK SPANK!

Maybe kicking and squirming was a better approach after all!

Spank! spank! Spank Spank! SPANK SPANK!

Suddenly he was in a hurry, a man with a mission. Now that he had her bare bottom in sight and squarely in his sights, he wanted it sore and stinging - both, a lot, and right now!

Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!
Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!
Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!

Couldn't Mark hear her at all? Nothing seemed to slow him down! Just as she thought her poor little bottom would burst into flames, her husband's grip tightened! Her stomach followed suit as Leigh recognized the meaning of this gesture!

''Oh no! No! No! OW! OH!'' His spanks rained down so much harder without slowing down at all. Her kicking and struggles became furious, but the harder she fought, the harder he spanked!

Spank! Spank!

SPANK! SPANK!

Spank! Spank!

SPANK! SPANK!

''OW OH OH OH OW OH OH!'' she cried. When, oh when, would this be over? And then, with frightening abruptness, it was!

''Now, young lady, it's time we took care of this wasting money,'' Mark pronounced.

Oh no! The spoon - smack smack smack smack smack smack smack! By the time she realized what was about to happen her spoon spanking was already well underway! Instantly the warmth of his hand was replaced by the sting of the spoon's wood. Oooo, did that hurt! Leigh could never remember quite how much until she was feeling it - but as soon as she felt it she could remember - remember all too well!

smack smack smack smack smack smack smack!

''No, no - stop! Enough! I'll be good! I promise! Oh owwwwww...''

''Leigh Marie! Your wasting money? This is most certainly NOT enough, except that it's enough out of you. Now hold still. You know you've earned this - and more. If you're good you'll get a lot less of the ''more.''''

smack smack smack smack smack smack smack!

Try as he might to be ''fair,'' when it came to wasting money her husband was strict. That spoon HURT!

smack smack smack smack smack smack smack!

''No, no, not more - please, not more. Ow oh ow oh ow...''

smack smack smack smack smack smack smack!

''No - no please! I'll be good! I've learned my lesson - I have!'' As well she may have - her usually fair cheeks shone from the spoon's harsh wood.

''Then hold still, Babes, so I can finish.'' And finish he did. With a flurry of smack-smack-smack's he made sure she'd have no place to sit, not for a good long time. Then the hardest yet, right in the center - smack smack smack smack smack smack! Even as Leigh recognized these as his final spanks she could take no relief as the barrage drove her past all limits of ''taking it.''

''Whaaa - aaa - ow - oooo - ooo - ooo - ooo - NO!''

''Okay, Leigh. Okay, Babes. Breathe. Now breathe...'' Mark encouraged. As slowly as it had begun it just as suddenly ended. Slowly Leigh calmed down and her breathing did steady a bit.

''Now, young lady - no more wasting money - understood?'' Somehow Leigh nodded her acquiescence. And as she returned the spoon to kitchen drawer, she never wanted to have anything to do with wasting money, the spoon, or even her husband sitting on kitchen chair - ever, ever again!
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Matt Anglen - 2004

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