Hello all,

I normally write prompts that feature female spanking/punishment only, but why not switch things up once in a while! The below prompt is based on the premise that two people (my female character and yours, whoever you happen to be) begin a relationship in a place where a) fraternisation is forbidden by the local rules and b) there is a policy in place to use corporal punishment (primarily spanking with any accompanying methods, such as corner time or mouth soaping) for breaking the said rules. We can decide how far (if at all) the relationship has progressed, with anything on the table from first kiss or a date to regular sex.

The setting can be a workplace, a college (with 18 students), a strict household in a very traditionally minded town/neighbourhood, or even some wellness retreat where one is supposed to focus on oneself.

If you are male interested in female spanking only, I am very open to the variation where the policy is carried out with a strong bias against women and your character will get away with a slap on the wrist (if that) and admiration of his peers while mine gets the full humiliating and painful punishment and the accompanying ridicule. I am also open to throwing some race/culture play in, being Asian in real life.

Below is a suggested opening, but it is NOT written in stone and is more of a sample of the writing style than anything else. I am intentionally leaving a lot of the details vague (Alex is a random gender-neutral-ish name). Please do NOT respond directly in character; instead write a couple of sentences about the overall direction you want the scene to go and mention anything you want to focus on or avoid. I will either ignore or mock (and then ignore) one liners and messages which indicate the sender failed to grasp the point of the set-up completely.

Speak soon! Messages strongly preferred.

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From my position in the corner I obviously cannot see very much (which is the point, of course), but I can almost physically feel the eyes on my shamefully bare bottom; I wonder if Alex is feeling the same way. It won’t be a very long corner time, I suspect, before the main course of the punishment begins to turn us into red-bottomed bawling messes, but enough to let us get properly horrified of what’s to come and supposedly to think about our behaviour. Speaking for myself, I am quite sure I regret being caught, not the act itself; it’s the rules that are stupid and outdated and still followed for no real reason, not our feelings.

Unfortunately, stupid and outdated as they may be, they are still being enforced; I hear the steps approaching the wall of the discipline room we‘re in on which the selection of implements is hanging from the rows of hooks. “The cane for you two lovebirds today, I think”, I hear. I know I should have expected that, but my heart still sinks. It will be a long afternoon.