Spilled Coffee

Yesterday afternoon I was filling up the coffeemaker and notice I had not spilled a single drop when filling the reservoir.  Quite a little accomplishment, even if I have to say so myself, since most of the time there is a small puddle on the counter which I have to wipe up before starting the appliance.

Waiting for the pot to fill, my mind started to wander. First to spilling the water and not wiping it up, which obviously led to a naughty secretary and it was all down hill from there. I have heard of some strange reasons leading to a spanking, but spilling water while refilling the coffeemaker and not cleaning it up would definitely be one of the kookiest. Admitting why you got spanked would be worst than the embarrassment of the spanking itself.

Now spilling coffee and leaving those little brown circles splattered across the counter is a different issue. Coffee is quite obvious when spilled and it it just pure laziness or disrespect for one’s coworkers when it is not cleaned up.

So the question today is, what is the kookiest reason you have known of which lead to a hot bottom?

Environment – Magnifying the Embarrassment

I have previously went through positions and implements, the How and What of a spanking, now I move on to the Where. The environment where the initial decree and the actual spanking can have a profound impact on the effectiveness of the spanking. A girl going bending over for six of the best in the Dean’s private office has a considerably different impact than the same girl bending over in front of an auditorium full of her peers.

To help the creativity get flowing, I’ve made a list of all the places I’ve heard of actual or realistic spankings taking place. I’m not talking where single swats or where only children would be spanked, rather where full on spankings of adult girls could be safely delivered.

Which ones have you heard of before?

Area location Embarrassment Factor Risk of Interference
Girl’s Bedroom Minimal None
Parent’s Bedroom Minimal None
Bathroom Minimal None
Study / Den / Library Minimal None
Kitchen Low Minimal
Living Room / Family Room Low Minimal
Garage / Workshop Minimal Minimal
Woodshed / Barn Minimal None
Porch / Deck Medium Minimal
Yard / Garden Medium Minimal
Classroom High Minimal
Hallway Medium Low
Principle’s / Headmaster’s Office Low None
Gym / Locker room Low – High Low
Dorm Room Low Minimal
Dorm Common room High Low – Medium
Boss’ Office Low Low – Medium
Storeroom Medium Medium
Bathroom / Locker Room Low-Medium Medium – High
Boss’ Office Low Minimal
Restroom Medium Medium
Dressing Room / Changing Room Medium Medium
Car Low – Medium Low
Public Bench High High
City Park / Playground High High
Tent / Campground Medium Medium
Recreation Vehicle (RV) Low Minimal
Woods Low-High Low-High
Beach / Public Pool High High
Prison / Reformatory (historically) Low None
Town Square (historically) High None
Church basement / Sunday School High Low
Hotel Low Minimal


Willow Groove – Babysitting for the Featherstone’s

May 17th, 2003
Thomas and Marie Featherstone’s house

Jennifer let out a sigh as she plopped down on the couch. “It’s 8:59 and the kids were sound asleep. 400 channels yet nothing on. It was Saturday night, what did she really expect? Cable on Saturday night is just populated with cartoons and those old B-movies. I hope I never become one of those women who love these cheesy Lifetime movies. At least this one’s lead is good looking, but my Mikey is better. Maybe Mike could come over and keep me company. I got like 3 hours before the Featherstones would be back home. He can study for his finals here. I could even help him study Anatomy and Physiology. She could teach him a few things they didn’t teach in the pre-med program. Hmmm…That sounds good,” she thought.


The ring of her phone startled her slightly. She’d told Mike to call her when he got there so that the kids wouldn’t be woke up. “I’ll be there in a moment,” she said as she made her way to the front door.

“Thanx, babe,” she heard from Mike through the phone. Opening the door, she saw Mike standing there in a polo and khaki shorts with his backpack over one shoulder. Jennifer stepped to the side as he entered then locked the door behind him. She’d seen enough slasher flicks to always remember to lock EVERY door in the house when she babysat. Locking the doors and keeping a cell phone close by was always the mistake the blonde chick in the movies.

“Your looking sexy as always,” Mike said leaning down to kiss Jennifer, which she eagerly accepted.

“Why don’t we get you set up in the family room,” Jennifer said after catching her breath from the kiss. She lead the way to the family room while intentionally swaying her hips a little more than normal. The AE hoodie she wore covered most of her shorts, giving the illusion that she was just wearing the sweatshirt.

Jennifer let Mike sit down before she choose her spot on the couch. She choose to straddle Mike’s legs while facing him. It took only a second for them to begin making out again. Jennifer let his hands and tongue explore her body and mouth, respectively, as the ache in her pussy increased. She could feel Mike grow hard underneath her and rubbing against each other through clothes was only going to get her so far. She needed more. Finally she couldn’t take any more she broke away from his mouth.

“Hey, I have this itch I was hoping you could scratch,” she said seductively.

Mike had a little bit of a puzzled look when he responded with, “ah ok. Where is it at?”

Jennifer spun around to be seated low on the couch then reached up under the sweatshirt and lowered her shorts and panties in one motion. “It’s right her.” Mike just smiled as he reach out for her naked sex. “Oh you better use your tongue, your fingers look too rough for my delicate skin.”

Mike wasted no time kneeling in front of her then starting to lick her delicate folds with his tongue. The first touch of his tongue caused her to moan. He licked up and down, back and forth, in and out and generally let his tongue explore her pussy. Flicking her clit and going in and out of her vagina generated extra long moans.
Jennifer was just about to climax when she heard a voice behind her. Mike froze as she twisted her head around to see Thomas and Marie Featherstone standing at the entrance to the family room.

“What do you think you are doing?” Mrs. Featherstone said quietly yet clearly angry. Mike quickly moved back and stood up while Jennifer pulled down the front of her sweatshirt.

“Ahh ahhhh.” Jennifer was a lost for words.

“Come on, we are going to have a talk!” Marie said while grabbing Jennifer by the forearm. Jennifer snatched up her shorts-panties ball with her left hand as she was pulled out of the family room and up the stairs to the master bedroom. Mrs. Featherstone released her in the middle of the room while she went back and closed the bedroom door. Jennifer just stood there pulling her shirt down as far as it would go while watching her right foot twist into the carpet. She knew she was in trouble.

“So this is what you think are appropriate activities after the kids go to sleep?” Marie asked in a hushed voice.

“No..” Jennifer responded with a voice an octave higher than normal. It was the demure ‘little girl’ voice she always took when in trouble.

“It surely didn’t look like it. Don’t you like babysitting for us?”

“Yes…I’m sorry.”

Marie grabbed the wooden hairbrush off the dresser then sat down on the edge of the bed before pulling Jennifer over her lap. “This is the least you deserve for your actions tonight,” Marie said as she pulled back Jennifer’s sweatshirt to reveal her naked backside.

“Please, don’t. I’m really sorry Mrs. Featherstone,” Jennifer said, but it didn’t deter Marie from beginning the spanking.

Crack! “Ooouucchhh!” Jennifer yelped loudly. It was a little to loudly for Marie. She glanced around for a moment for something to hush Jennifer and spotted the ball of shorts and panties laying on the floor. Holding on to Jennifer with her right arm, she reached down and scooped up the clothing. Marie noticed the center of the panties were a little damp so she twisted the panties before feeding the damp section first into Jennifer’s mouth. She didn’t actually get much into her mouth, but the portion sticking out would act as an effective gag.

Jennifer was too focused on the stinging in her right buttock to realize what Marie was doing until her panties were inserted into her mouth. They filled up the front of her mouth and she could taste something odd. It was sweet yet kinda musky.

“Keep those in your mouth. I don’t want the kids waking up. If they do, I’ll have Thomas take you to the garage and use a switch on your butt.” Marie threatened. Jennifer hand never felt a switch, and didn’t want to start tonight.

Crack! “gaarrrpphhh!” Marie laid into Jennifer hard with the hairbrush, getting muffled cries, wiggling and kicking as a response. The panties worked well as a gag she realized. She’d have to try it herself the next time Thomas spanked her. Then they wouldn’t have to get a babysitter and go park like tonight.

Marie had worked up a sweat before she’d felt Jennifer was well punished. Her butt was a deep red with a hint of purple and she’d generally stopped kicking and yelling so much. “Ok, get your butt in the corner until we are ready to take you home. And keep your hands on your head and those panties in your mouth,” Marie said as she helped Jennifer off her lap. Marie watched Jennifer walk over to the corner of the bedroom before she headed off to check on the kids and find Thomas.

Jennifer cried lightly in the corner while her mind raced. How could she be so brazen? Oh, her butt ached. As did her pussy. Mike didn’t finish the job. But her father surely would with her butt when she got home. Get in trouble at school or work and get in trouble at home was her parents philosophy. It meant she’d be touching her toes for the paddle before bed tonight. Eighteen swats on her already sore bottom was going to be rough. Maybe she could sneak by her parents tonight. It’d at least put off her punishment tomorrow.

Marie returned to the bedroom to summon Jennifer downstairs. Thomas had just returned from taking Mike home and would walk Jennifer back to her house. “Come on, lets get you home before it gets too late,” Thomas said as he opened the door for Jennifer. Jennifer paused before walking outside with her panties and shorts still in her mouth. She pleaded with him through big, puppy-dog eyes to let her remove the gag, but Thomas just pointed outside. It was hopeless, she’d have to keep them in her mouth, and he’d make sure her parents found out, then she’d be getting the paddle.

Thomas walked slightly behind Jennifer as they covered the block and a half between their homes. Thomas had to give her a little bit of a nudge to get her up the sidewalk to her front door. She could see the lights on in the living room, meaning her parents were clearly still awake. Once they made it to the front door, Thomas gave a solid knock to announce their presence. After a little rustling inside, Jennifer’s father opened the door, shocked to see Jennifer and Mr. Featherstone standing there.

“Into the living room now young lady!” Jennifer’s father told her then looked up at Thomas, “What did she do?”

“Marie and I caught Mike going down on her in our living room this evening.”

“I’m soo sorry she behaved so badly. I’m going to make sure she won’t be thinking about repeating such for quite some time.”

“Oh, Marie already introduced her backside to our hairbrush. I hope you don’t mind,” Thomas stated casually.

“No no, I’d have been surprised if she hadn’t. But we have a rule around her, if they get in trouble outside home, they get in trouble at home also.”

“Understandable. I’ll let you get to Jennifer. Have a good night.” Thomas said as he backed off the porch.

“Good night, and sorry again.”

“It’s ok. Teenagers will be teenagers.” Thomas said smiling as he walked away.

Jennifer’s dad closed and locked the door before returning to the living room. Jennifer bent over and holding her ankles, waiting for him. Her reddened butt was pointing upwards, with the paddle sitting on it. Her mom even made her keep her panties in her mouth while bent over.

“Jennifer, Jennifer, Jennifer. How could you let a guy go down at you, especially while babysitting. We raised you better than that,” her father said as he picked up the paddle.

“You need to learn to think first. Now you’ll get one set for getting in trouble at work.”

Her father took a stance off to her right before tapping the paddle a couple of times on her bare butt. The first tap caused her to jump slightly.

CRACK! “waagghhhhhhffff!” Jennifer cried into her gag. The impact carried her butt forwards a little bit causing her to slightly wobble.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Jennifer’s father laid the swats on hard and fast, until Jennifer finally stumbled forward from the force of the impacts. He gave her a few moments to regain her balance and absorb some of the effects of the paddle.

CRACK! “ggrrrfffff!” Jennifer stumbled forward a little again. He father then ushered her back into place with his left hand, then left it in the small of her back, preventing her from stumbling forward.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Her father laid the swats on fast again, counting them off in his head as he went along “7…8….9…10…11…12.”

“Six more, then you are to go straight up to bed.”

CRACK! “grraapphhfff!” The swat landed right at the bottom of her butt cheeks. The pain caused Jennifer to collapse her knees a little and squat down for a second before returning to position.

CRACK! Jennifer shifted her legs against each other this time, which rubbed within her crotch. She hadn’t noticed it before, but she was very excited down there. It must’ve been because Mike didn’t finish, she thought.

CRACK! The pain radiated straight through her butt to the front, increasing her arousal.

CRACK! Jennifer cried out of habit, but was considerably more focused on her arousal now. She could now feel her wetness on her lips and it scarred, yet excited her more that her parents might realize.

CRACK! The paddle delivered an equal amount of pain and pleasure to the confused girl.

CRACK! “GGGGGRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFF!” IT must’ve been the last swat Jennifer thought since it was twice as hard as the previous ones.

“Ok, off to bed you go,” Jennifer mother said as she help her stand up. “And we do not want any more of this behavior, got it?” She said as she removed the gag.

“Yes ma’aaam!” Jennifer barely made out before humbly leaving the room. Jennifer scampered as fast has her tender bottom would allow up the stairs and to her room. She had one hand locking the door while the other went straight for her crotch. She dived face first onto the bed without removing her right hand. After the first moan escaped her lips, she bit down on her teddy bear’s leg to gag herself. Teddy had always there to make her feel safe when she was scared or nervous, but now he had another job.

Buttered Buns

I do not belong in the restaurant business. Well let me take that back, since I now own half a dozen restaurants. I do not belong in the restaurant business as a waitress. I learned that while working my way through school. I was working full time at a clothing store in the mall while studying business administration at the local university when a friend of mine recommended I apply at the restaurant where she worked. Every waitress there was making more than I was so I figured why not. On Cathy’s recommendation I got the job.

I started just after the spring term ended so that I’d have 3 full weeks to focus on work before the summer term started. The first few days I went through training during the mid-morning and afternoon lulls then would work as a hostess during lunch time to get a flow of things when it was busy. On the third day I got 3 tables of my own and I did OK. I messed up one order and broke two glasses. The fourth day didn’t go much better, as I messed up 3 orders and spilled a tray of food all over the kitchen. Diane, the owner, chewed me out in that motherly, ‘I’m disappointed in your actions’ type way. She also made it clear I needed to improve fast, or I couldn’t continue. I felt so horrible when I went home that night and pledged to myself I’d do better then next day.

The next day one of the waitresses called in sick which short staffed us. Then around 10:30 another waitress got sick and Diane sent her straight home. It’s not good for a restaurant to have someone throwing up in the bathroom. It turnout she was pregnant and that was the first of many episodes of morning sickness. Her little girl is so adorable, but that’s a different story. In summary, I had six tables during the Friday lunch rush.

It turned out that six tables were five too many. During the 2 hour lunch period, I dropped three glasses, two of which where half-full, messed up 4 orders and tripped over a gentleman’s attache case, spilling a try of food across that floor. As soon as the crowd died down, Diane had the other waitresses cover my tables and sent for me upstairs in her office. I knew she was going to sack me, but I really needed the job and started crying before I even made it to her office.

“Brittney, yes come in,” Diane said as she opened the door. I was ushered in front of her desk as she closed the door behind me and returned to her chair.

“Please don’t fire me,” I blurted out before she had a chance to say anything.

“Why shouldn’t I? You clearly know you’ve been doing a bad job and I rightfully should fire you,” Diane said as she leaned back in her chair.

“I’m really trying and I swear I’ll do better. I just haven’t grasped everything yet.” A tear ran down my cheek.

“You’ve gotten worst as the days have went by. I’m worried you’ll hurt a customer next if I don’t fire you. Why should I keep you?”

“I’ll try really hard to be better and.. and… I really need the money, and my mom will kill me if I get fired.”

“I don’t she’ll actually kill you for being fired.”

“But I’ll feel like dying once she gets done with me.”

“Being yelled at and feeling guilty at doing a poor job is part of growing up.”

“If only it was guilt,” I said under my breath. This got Diane to raise an eyebrow.

“What do you mean, ‘if it was only guilt’?” Diane asked.

I began to deeply blush that Diane had heard my slip. Should I tell her? “Hmm…oh nothing.”

“Come on, your blushing profusely. What did you mean?” Could I trust her with my secret? I only knew complete professionalism out of her and maybe it’d get me a second chance. Ok, I’d go for it. “Well… I’ll get… hmmm… punished for being fired.” Diane just cocked her head to the side, knowing there was more to it. “with a hairbrush.”

“You mean spanked?” Diane asked for clarification.

“Yes.” I said meekly. I didn’t realize I could blush even more than I had been.

“At your age? Wow.” Diane looked down at her desk to think while I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me. “If you got fired, what would your punishment be?”

“Hmmm…. mom would spank me with her hairbrush and ground me until I got a new job? Please don’t fire me. I’ll take what ever punishment you feel is appropriate. Dock my pay, whatever, just don’t fire me,”

I pleaded. Diane held up her index finger getting me to stop blabbering.

“Why do you allow your mom to still spank you at your age? Your legally an adult.”

“Hmmm… I don’t know. It’s just how it’s always been, and I guess it’s effective. It’s better than being grounded or being yelled at a feeling sad for days afterwards. I may be sore for a day or two, but there’s no tension afterwards. I don’t know really.”

Diane thought for a few moments before speaking again. “Do you feel a spanking is an appropriate consequence for your poor performance as a waitress?”

“Hmm…I guess so?” I answered, unsure where Diane was going with the question.

“I can’t dock your pay for the damages you’ve made already, since you already owe me a week’s salary. You can either quit or you can take a spanking from me for your poor performance.” Diane paused for a moment to see if I’d answer then continued, “You don’t have to tell me your choice now, if you choose to be spanked, come find me when your shift ends, otherwise just go home and I’ll send you any credit-card tips you have beyond your debt. But be forewarned, if I spank you, you will be giving me consent to spank you as I see needed in the future. Now get back to work.”

I took a gulp of air as I left he office. The options ran through my mind as I returned to work.  It didn’t take me long to realize my only option was to take the spanking from Diane. The problem that annoyed me the rest of my shift was what to expect in a spanking from her. I found Diane running through some inventory issues behind the bar when my shift ended.

“Diane, hmmm… can we talk?” I asked as quietly as possible.

Diane looked up at me and smiled before answering, “Come on, lets go up to my office.” Diane lead the way back through the kitchen towards her office. On the way, she nonchalantly picked up one of the wooden cutting boards we use to serve fresh bread and butter to customers. I later learned they were called butter paddles, but when she picked it up, I knew she was serious about my spanking. Diane closed and locked the door behind us, making sure we weren’t disturbed.

“So you have decided on a course of action?” Diane asked.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And what would it be?”

“Hmm… to… hmmm… be… hmm… spanked by you, ma’am” I stuttered.

“And you realized that if you are spanked, you maybe fired in the future for poor performance AFTER today?”

I hadn’t really though about what would happened if I didn’t improve, but being fired sometime in the future seemed a lot better than today. At least I’d have more time to improve. “Yes ma’am?”

“And if it is effective, I may spank you in the future as I see fit?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. How does your mom spank you?”

“Hmm, bending over my bed.”

“Well we don’t have a bed, so lets use my desk instead. Get into position as if your mom was spanking you,” Diane said waving the paddle at the desk.

I stepped forward so that I my hips pressed against the edge of the desk then out of habit, I reached up under my skirt and pulled down my panties to my knees then bent forward over the desk. Finally I reached back and pulled up the back of my skirt, until my bare bottom was fully exposed. Diane let a little sigh when I exposed my bottom and I realized she may not have intended on spanking my bare bottom. She’d asked what mom would expect, so I was just doing as mom would expect.

“Today I’m going to spank you with this butter paddle until I feel you are contrite and learned your lesson from your poor performance this week. After today, we will work out a point system and you will be expected to bring me a paddle when you’ve earned a set number of points. Do you understand and still want to go through with it?” Diane asked.

“Yes ma’am.”

Diane held the small paddle up to my bottom for a moment then pulled back and brought it crashing home.

Thud! “Ouch!” The first swat caught me a little by surprise. It knew it was coming, but I thought it’d sting more than just hurt, kind of like mom’s hairbrush.

Diane didn’t give me much time to contemplate the differences between the hairbrush and paddle before delivering another swat, and then another and another. The paddle seemed to cover about half my butt with each swat, so they all basically overlapped each other, causing every swat to build upon the burn of all the previous ones.

Diane picked up a steady pace and kept it up through my “Ouch” period, and my kicking and pleading period and didn’t stop until I was way into my sobbing period. Mom normally stopped shortly after I started sobbing, but Diane didn’t realize the change in my demur and just kept going. I had become some focused on the never ending pain in my bottom that Diane had to actually shake me a little bit to tell me it was over.

I eased myself up, off the desk. Diane wrapped her arms around me in a tight hugged and held me until I stopped crying. It felt good. Well being wrapped in Diane’s arms felt good; my bottom surely didn’t feel good. All the stress associated with the job seemed to wash away in those 5 minutes.

Diane let me go once I stopped crying and composed myself some. We stood there talking for quite a while about many things, most of which were related to me. Diane told me how I seemed to have huge potential but she couldn’t figure out why I was performing so poorly.

We eventually got back around to future problems and discipline. We made a list of all of the mistakes I’d made during the week, only half of which Diane had known, then allocated points to each mistake. I was then to keep track of my mistakes and bring the paddle to Diane at the end of any day when I had 6 or more points.

It was after 7:00 when we realized the time. Diane was annoyed she hadn’t gotten a bunch of the paperwork and accounting done for the day yet so I volunteered to help her do it. She tried to send me home, but I refused and insisted on helping her since it was my fault she would have to stay late. The accounting stuff was kind of fun. It was like my accounting courses, but more interesting. I even caught an error, which Diane thanked me for.

If you’d have told me that my bottom could take as many spankings as it did during that summer, I’d have told you were crazy. After the initial spanking, I swear I spent the following two weeks over the back of that chair in Diane’s office. I slowly got better at my job. I ended up becoming Diane’s assistant by the end of the summer, which aggravated many of the other waitresses, especially Cathy. A year later Diane and I opened our first restaurant with me a minority owner.