Becky Spanks Herself (by Al Gore)

I "found" this in Drafts dated from August of last year. Sorry for losing it Al.

I got home early one afternoon, there was a sound, a rhythmic thump, almost like someone was playing a game in the bedroom. My first thought was the cat was doing something weird, funny, or cute, so I tried to be quiet. As I made my way upstairs to our bedroom, I noticed the door was ajar, and the soft, muffled sound grew clearer. It was a steady, rhythmic smack. Curiosity piqued, I tiptoed closer, not wanting to disturb the cat. But when I reached the door, I realized the smacking was definitely not coming from our cat. It was a sound I had heard before, but not exactly like this, and certainly not from Becky. Becky stood in the middle of the room, naked, with a reddened bottom, with my favorite ping pong paddle in her hand. Her eyes were closed and a look of intense concentration on her face.

Becky's hair was wet, plastered to her skin from a recent shower. The damp towel she had wrapped around herself was now discarded on the bed. Her pink ass still glistened with a light sheen of water, and the scent of her freshly washed body filled the room. She brought the paddle down on her cheek again, a smack that echoed in the room. The sound of the paddle on bare ass, wet and firm, followed by a small hop and a guttural moan that sent a shiver down my spine. I had never seen her do this before, and she was so...vocal. The next smack was to her thigh, a little softer, but no less impactful. Her thigh quivered with the sting, and she let out a sound that was somewhere between a yelp and a sigh of satisfaction. I so wished I could record this moment to listen to it later, her moans and squeaks, the smack of the paddle, the symphony of her self-inflicted pleasure.

The rhythm grew faster as Becky's breathing grew heavier. She had always told me she liked it when I spanked her by hand, but her paddling was so much harder than I ever had..  It was fascinating and a little intimidating. I felt a twinge that I had not gone far enough, but it was quickly replaced by admiration for her ability to enjoy such spanking. I had always been careful, mindful of her limits, but here she was, pushing past them with an intensity I had never seen.

Becky did one more quick flurry of smacks, alternating between her cheeks and thigh, building up to a crescendo of moans and sighs. She opened her eyes, and the moment she saw me, a flash of embarrassment crossed her face. Her hand froze mid-air, the paddle hovering over her reddened ass. For a second, we just stared at each other, the silence thick with anticipation. Then she took a deep breath, and her face softened into a smirk. She let out a shaky laugh. "Well," she said, trying to play it cool, "you're just in time for lunch."

Entirely Suitable for Spanking

 

Shoo-wee, you hurt me like a bee
A bumble bee, an evil bumble bee

Highly Spankable Bottoms

 

Heinlein Spanks

I enjoyed reading Heinlein. The Spankings were a dessert. 

Robert A. Heinlein included spanking (often as disciplinary or erotic elements) in several of his novels, typically in contexts involving authority, family dynamics, or future societies. Below is a list of confirmed instances, based on direct textual references and fan analyses (e.g., from the Heinlein Society and reader discussions). I've noted the context briefly to avoid spoilers:

• Glory Road (1963): Explicit spanking scene during a romantic/disciplinary encounter between the protagonist and a female character.
• I Will Fear No Evil (1970): Contains a spanking scene in a BDSM-influenced context involving the main characters.
• Time Enough for Love (1973): Multiple references, including Lazarus Long spanking a female companion as part of their relationship dynamic.
• The Number of the Beast (1980): Features spanking in adventurous/sexual scenarios among the protagonists.
• To Sail Beyond the Sunset (1987): Maureen Johnson (the narrator) describes being spanked as a child and later in adult contexts.

Less explicit or debatable cases (mentions without full scenes):

• Stranger in a Strange Land (1961): Brief reference to corporal punishment, but no detailed spanking.
• Have Space Suit—Will Travel (1958): Implied disciplinary spanking in a family setting, but not graphic.

Heinlein's later works (post-1960s) tend to include these elements more openly, reflecting his evolving themes of free love and alternative social norms. For exact quotes or page numbers, check physical editions or searchable e-books, as they vary by publisher.

You Tell Us

Were you ever spanked in the backseat of a car?

Were you ever taken to a woodshed to get spanked?

Memories

His memory popped into my consciousness. He was a professor at UAB. Bacall and both had him. No one who had a class with him will ever forget him. I had him for a course on the history of the Spanish in the SW. It was my senior year. I missed one question on the midterm. It was school tradition that graduating seniors who aced the midterm were excused from the class with an A. Fuck that; he was my Wednesday night entertainment. I missed one question on the final about a caballero who killed some Indians. We were to name the mesa in New Mexico where it happened. Nothing in the library about it. He told me no one aces his exams.

We unexpectedly came across him socially a few years after graduation. I would tell tales of that, but smoke and booze muddled my memory. He wrote a book telling the history of New Orleans through cocktails that were developed there. There is a challenge for a young man. Take a walking tour through the French Quarter, drinking one cocktail at each bar that specializes in it. You will be crawling by the time you get midway through. Ask me how I know.

I looked him up today. Found that his middle name was Lazarus. And that he had been knighted by King Carlos for his research into the history of Spanish rule here.

Here's to you, Jack Holmes.

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We had a big soirée for Bacall's 50th. Probably 50 guests. Family, friends, co-workers. Had heavy hors d'oeuvres catered. A memory for me was a game of Pin the Macho on the Man. The man was a 3 by 3 poster. For an hour or so the women were sharing scissors, calmly cutting out cardboard penises to pin on the man. I kept wincing.

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We raced a small sailboat all over the eastern side of the country. From Maine to Coconut Grove and as far west as KC. Most of the regattas were at sail clubs, cousins to yacht clubs. Yacht clubs are a different breed. I recall one that had a helicopter landing pad, and the family arrived from NYC for the weekend. The daughter deplaned carrying her formal gown.

At another club we walked the docks looking at the yachts. A gold platter pulled in. A uniformed crew made the boat fast to the dock. A middle-aged woman emerged and did exercises on the dock. When she stepped aboard the yacht, the crew again emerged, cast off lines, and they were gone. It's a different world.

Most clubs have reciprocal arrangements. Our membership from our sail club allowed us entry to exclusive clubs. The women always wore gloves to dinner.

Spanked