From the Top Shelf - It's Your Turn

For today's spanking fiction, you're going to have to write it yourself. There are three interactive stories in the works at The Story Book - a site devoted to letting the reader have the fun of deciding what happens in a spanking story.

The rules are simple: Read the story as far as it has gone, including whatever other readers have written in the comments. Then you pick up the story from where the last comment finished. A paragraph is enough, but more is fine too. And you can take the story in any direction you like.

Here is a snippet from Running for her Life:

Slamming the door behind her, Brittany ran out into the street. She had her shirt only half tucked into her skirt and her hair tie was falling out as she headed towards the store. It was only a block and 1/2 away and once there she was going to call Caroline and beg her to help her get out of this situation. Will Caroline help me again? After all the times I've left and then returned again and again, are they sick of me? What will I do if they say they can't take me in? I can't go back to Frank, he's killing me inside. Larry and Caroline are my only hope!

As she gets to the store, she walks inside and falls into one of the snack booths and proceeds to get her cell phone out of her purse. She glances briefly out the window and sees a red truck and her heart stops, she panics for a moment and then breathes a sigh of relief when she watches it turn and drive on down the road... whew.. she puts the phone up to hear ear, hearing it ring... ring.... 'oh I hope they haven't gone on vacation'.. ring.. "hello", Brittany's face changes into a relieved smile, an expression she hasn't shown for the past few days... "Caroline..." she can't help it.. she starts to sob... "please help me". 

What happens next? It's up to you. Go to the Story Book here to add your paragraph.

You Completed the Caption

This threesome prompted some wild speculations from readers.

Mindset: So mate, have you tried that cane you carry to keep the situation in check?

Michael: "I say, Clive, I know your horse lost at Ascot but having your wife pay off your wager with a bare bottom caning is brilliant."

Six of the best: The gentlemen in the middle is saying to the gentlemen on the left, "James, I am going to have a spanking good time tonight. For I promised my wife to give her 'six of the best', the very best strokes of the cane, on her naked rear end."

Ronnie: "Victoria, George here has agreed what while I'm gone for the month he will visit you on Thursdays for afternoon tea, after which he will administer the cane to you as per my instructions."

Kitty: The lady, let's call her Henrietta, says to the gentleman on the left, "Winston has given me permission to invite you over to spank me while he watches. Will you do it? You can use the cane if you'd like!"

Lea: She's saying, "Those canes really aren't necessary, you can put them away. Really!"

Richardmt: I say, old chap, Would you mind giving me an introduction?

Mitch: Two sophisticated gentlemen and an elegant lady are intensely involved in a discussion about how as the aunt to her brother's children she had to use the cane as the Governess was not doing her duty.

Prefectdt:  Gentleman on the left to the Lady on the right, "Are you enjoying yourself?"

Lady replies, "O God! No! I'm just counting the loose change in my skirt's front pocket. Honest!"

Gentleman in the center, "We'll talk about this when we get home darling."

Red: Yes, Reginald, my lady does enjoy a good swishing once a week, but she only permits other men to watch if she is permitted to give them a good swishing after hers. All on the bare you understand!

Daisychain: She is saying, I am glad you guys only use your canes for walking. I prefer other implements on my behind! 

Hermione: Mary? And John? But I thought mine was the only cane in your life.


Thanks for sharing part of your weekend with us. See you all next week for another challenge!
 

Complete the Caption

Two sophisticated gentlemen and an elegant lady are intensely involved in a discussion about...?

Complete the caption by leaving a comment, and I will present them to society in the next post.

A birch-lover's dream

You will probably recall this post about a set of paddles sold as a wall decoration.

Recently I happened to stumble across the home furnishings store that sold them. I hadn't realized that the store was in my vicinity, but was happily surprised, and made a detour on my way home to drop in and explore.

I didn't see any paddles hanging on the wall but - you won't believe this - the interior of the store was a birch-lover's dream. Bunches of long twigs stood in large vases on the floor. Others were displayed invitingly on top of coffee tables. There were fat bundles everywhere I looked. They came in all colours, lengths and thicknesses; curly, straight, thick, thin - you name it.

I can't imagine displaying so many spanking accessories in my own home. Ron would have something to say about cluttering our coffee tables with six-foot long birch rods. But it was lovely to feel that spanko tingle as I explored the showroom. As I left, I promised the greeter that I would return and bring my husband. Who knows what impulse might strike while he's examining the merchandise.

I looked up the merchant online when I got home, and sure enough, the birch bundles are on the website, curiously listed under "artificial flowers".

Fanny Floss

I'm at a loss for words.

Please tell me this is a joke.

Has anyone actually seen this product? Or used it?

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

Ron is a very kind and generous man, but he rarely gives me flowers. His reasoning is simple: why cut flowers just to watch them wilt and die when you can enjoy them growing outside (for a few months of the year, anyway.) So imagine my surprise when, late one afternoon, he walked in the back door and presented me with a single daisy.

The weather here has been excruciatingly hot and very dry, and our front lawn is brown and parched. The only spots of green are the weeds that thrive in all conditions. Numerous daisies had popped up all over the brown expanse, and Ron picked one for me as a means of weed eradication.

Still, a flower is a flower. I beamed at him, thanked him profusely, and hugged him tightly before I hurried to the cupboard for a vase.

"It was only a joke," Ron protested as I filled the vase with water. 'You don't have to do that."

"Yes I do," I replied, and plopped the single daisy into a green glass vase too big for one flower. "That was so sweet of you. I love getting flowers." Was that a blatant hint or what?

The next day, I came home from work to find the green vase full of daisies, along with a single stem of Queen Anne's lace.

 

My joy knew no bounds. Again, I hugged and kissed my thoughtful husband, who protested weakly.

"I'm going to mow tomorrow, so why not bring a few into the house, since you like them and I would have cut them down anyway."

What a guy. How should I repay his thoughtfulness?

Choices

Which girl got spanked? Which one needed it? Which girl are you?

What is the moral of the story?