K.C. Perrin Spanking Stories

He was close, Anita could hear his footsteps crunching through the forests undergrowth. All she could do was hide and hope that he hadn’t seen her yet. It was slowly getting darker, the sun hung low, casting large shadows from the trees all around her. She was using those to hide, but the forest wasn’t […]

Day 57 The farm looks beautiful in fall, golden and red. I started my day by visiting Pierre’s shop and buying some seasonal appropriate seeds, my favorite option was cranberries, so I bought most of those. The rest of the day was spent planting them and cleaning up the farm as bit, as well as […]

Day 29 Summer is here. Pierre had a bunch of new seeds in stock, and I bought as many melon and blueberry seeds as I could. On my way back to the farm I ran into Harvey. We exchanged a quick hello – the first words we’ve spoken since my spanking – but nothing more. […]

You found an old dusty leather book, hidden in an attic, when you open it, you realize it’s someone’s diary. You wouldn’t normally intrude on someone’s privacy by reading their most private thoughts, but this book is old, its owner long gone. Most entries are rather mundane, glimpses into the every day life of the […]

Today was a special day, for John had invited Emma for dinner at his place and she’d agreed to stay the night. The two of them had been dating for two months already, after they’d been introduced by one of Emma’s friends. It wouldn’t be the first time they slept together of course, they hadn’t […]

The red light of the clock radio on her night stand caressed Emily’s naked skin in the otherwise pitch-black room. She lay on top of the fresh, linen sheets on her bed, propped up by pillows beneath her back, her legs crossed, waiting for her husband. Andrew would be home late that day, he had […]

There was a woman tied up in Aaron’s living room. She stood between the sofa and the small coffee-table. She was stark naked, her chest heaving with excitement, her erect nipples pinched by two strands of rope. The rope ran down from a hook in his ceiling, wrapping around her wrists and lower arms. It […]

Several tools of torture hung from rusty old hooks in the stone wall, hooks, pincers, whips and more. They hadn’t been used in years, just like the old stretching rack in the middle of the room and the stocks that were gathering dust in the corner. The old dungeon had been abandoned when the new […]

The following story was written by my lovely wife as a father’s day gift and she wanted all of you to enjoy it too. “Go ask your father, dear.” Carol’s daughter smiled and turned on her heels, her ponytail bobbing up and down as she ran through the house calling for “Daddy! Daaaaah-deeeee! Daddy!” “Daddy?” […]