Twelve Smarting Tails

by Penny Birch

Genres: Erotic & Steamy Romance

Synopsis

Twelve Smarting Tails offers a dozen brand spanking new short stories. Each written from the viewpoints of Penny Birch's best known characters and focused on a favourite fetish.

From spanking to pony-girl play, from plain old sex to some of the most bizarre scenarios ever created, Penny provides it all. And there's one thing you can guarantee, the girls get spanked!

Release date: April 12, 2012

Publisher: Headline

Print pages: 254

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‘MORRIS,’ I INSISTED, ‘you cannot let Jemima do this. It’s far too public.’

He spread his hands, all sympathy and innocence, but I wasn’t fooled.

‘I know what you’re going to say, Morris, that she’s grown up and can do as she likes, but think about it, she’s at university, with her whole life ahead of her. What if it becomes common knowledge that she’s been spanked in public?’

‘She won a greedy girl competition last month,’ he pointed out, ‘and she’s a regular at my parties.’

‘I know she is, and I wish she wouldn’t do it, but anyway, that’s different. Only a few, safe people come to the spanking parties, and at least she was in a cubicle for the greedy girl thing. This will be right out in the open. It’ll be all over the Net in no time at all!’

‘No it won’t. Cameras are banned. Look, you know what she’s like. It’s already a bit late if she’s planning on going into politics, Penny. And besides, it’s nothing to do with me.’

‘Yes it is, Morris. You invited this Hochhauser woman over here. Who is she anyway?’

‘Dr Miriam Hochhauser is a respected American academic …’

‘A respected academic? She goes around spanking girls, generally in public!’

‘You’re a respected academic and you go around getting spanked.’

‘Maybe, but I don’t flaunt the fact to the wide world. Seriously, Morris …’

‘You’re behind the times, Penny. They take their spanking pretty seriously in the US. Miriam has had papers published on the subject; Consensual Domestic Discipline in the American Home I think one of them was called.’

‘Maybe, but this is not the USA and Jemima is not travelling around the country being spanked by some mad American bitch.’

‘How do you plan to stop her? It’s not up to me, Penny. I wish it was, but …’

As he trailed off he spread his hands in the same infuriating gesture. I decided it was time to admit to the truth.

‘The thing is, Morris, that if she does it and it gets out, which it will, I’ll never hear the end of it. You know what some people are like …’

‘Yes, and the likely consequences for you, which I have to admit I find more amusing than otherwise.’

‘I bet you do, but that’s hardly the point, Morris. I don’t mind the spankings so much anyway, but …’

I would have carried on, but a woman had stepped out from the house and was walking towards us. She was tall and bony, with close-cropped blonde hair and tiny glasses that gave her an earnest, almost severe expression. I’d guessed it was Dr Hochhauser herself even before she spoke, her accent pure California.

‘Morris, hi. Did you get me my demo bunny?’

She barely troubled to acknowledge me, but Morris was quick to make introductions.

‘Miriam, this is my friend Penny. Penny, this is Dr Miriam Hochhauser. You can speak freely in front of her.’

‘I always speak freely. Now, about my demo bunny?’

‘I’ve asked Jemima …’

‘But unfortunately she’s not available,’ I broke in.

She gave me a glance that suggested my opinion was of no consequence whatsoever, then addressed Morris.

‘Oh, I’m sure I can persuade her. She would be perfect, such a pretty girl.’

‘But not available,’ I insisted.

‘I’ll speak to her. She’ll change her mind.’

‘No, she’s not available. I’m sorry.’

‘And do you speak for her?’

She was looking down her nose at me, as if I was some particularly ill-mannered child who’d spoken out of turn.

‘I introduced her to all this,’ I said, ‘so I feel responsible for her, and I don’t want her doing it.’

‘As I understand it, Jemima is able to speak for herself.’

‘She’s still at university. She has her whole career ahead of her, and …’

‘Stop right there. If we – and I take it you are one of the community? If we are ever going to succeed in gaining mainstream acceptance we need to be out and proud. No shame, Penny, that’s what matters. Take the gay rights movement as an example …’

She carried on, speaking as if she was lecturing to a group of rather dim, foreign students with no background in Western culture whatsoever. I listened patiently, waiting for her to finish, but her droning, forthright tone suddenly changed to enquiry.

‘So if not Jemima, how about yourself?’

‘Me?’ I answered, taken aback.

‘Well, you’re little, and kind of cute. Do you like to be spanked?’

‘Oh, she likes to be spanked,’ Morris put in, laughing. ‘She even gets spanked by …’

‘Shut up, Morris!’ I hissed as the blood rushed to my cheeks. ‘I’m sorry, Dr Hochhauser – Miriam, but it’s out of the question. I have a responsible post at …’

I trailed off, not wanting to tell her what I did, as she seemed far from discreet.

‘As I was saying,’ she went on, ‘it is essential that we stand up and be counted, but if your identity is an issue for you I’d be happy for you to wear a wig, and there will be no photographs or filming allowed.’

‘Thank you, but I really think you’d be better off with somebody else.’

‘If that’s the way you want it, fine. Do you have Jemima’s cell number, Morris?’

‘I’ll do it!’ I said as Morris reached for his phone. ‘Or how about Annabelle, or Sophie, or …’

‘It’s a question of finding the time,’ Morris said. ‘Jem’s at university and you teach, so you can do it, but most of us have to work.’

‘Are you a teacher?’ Dr Hochhauser asked.

‘A university lecturer,’ I sighed. ‘In genetics.’

‘You would be ideal,’ she responded. ‘You see, it’s a common misconception, and one we must challenge, that the only women who enjoy submissive sexual roles come from deprived or alternative backgrounds, thus allowing the establishment …’

She was off again, and I waited for her to wind down before speaking again.

‘What exactly do you need me to do?’ I asked, although I had a fairly good idea from what Morris had told me.

‘It’s important that I illustrate my lectures,’ she told me. ‘It’s all very well to make a statement to the effect that, for example, many women actively court domestic discipline, but those who doubt will simply dismiss either anecdotal or statistical evidence, preferring to retain their own, preconceived ideas. Therefore I need an intelligent, articulate woman who is prepared to make an unequivocal statement to the effect that she freely accepts and enjoys physical discipline, and to demonstrate as much.’

‘So you’re going to spank me?’

‘Of course, both in order to prove my point and to add interest to my lecture. I take it you do receive regular physical discipline from your husband?’

‘I’m not married, and nor is Jemima for that matter.’

‘Ah, I do apologise. You are in a civil, lesbian partnership then?’

‘Not really, no. I have a girlfriend, but it’s a casual relationship and she’s also submissive.’

‘How very curious. Don’t you find it difficult to meet each other’s needs?’

She was looking at me as if she was examining a specimen, and a rather unsatisfactory one at that, while I’d been getting slowly pinker and hotter as we discussed my spankings and all the while praying Morris would keep his big mouth shut. He didn’t.

‘We have a little community,’ he told her, ‘as I was explaining earlier. I spank Penny occasionally, and so does Melody.’

‘I see. So you are bisexual and polyamorous?’

‘Yes,’ I admitted, wondering why she didn’t just tell me I was a slut and have done with it. ‘I suppose you could put it that way.’

‘There’s nothing to be ashamed of,’ she said, ‘although I confess I had hoped for somebody a little more conventional. Isn’t there anybody you go to for regular, disciplinary spankings?’

My face must have been the colour of a beetroot, and Morris was examining his fingernails in a detached fashion, presumably happy to keep my guilty secret as long as I went along with Dr Hochhauser’s scheme.

‘No,’ I lied, ‘not regularly.’

‘Hmm,’ she responded thoughtfully, ‘that’s a shame, but you’ll have to do, I suppose. I will of course need to satisfy myself that you’re genuine.’

‘How do you mean? You don’t expect to spank me now, do you?’

‘Oh, it’s essential, absolutely essential. I need complete confidence in my ability to deflect accusations of using paid models, or anybody but a genuine, amateur enthusiast.’

‘Morris will vouch for me,’ I pointed out.

‘Of course,’ Morris put in, ‘but I do feel Miriam should set her mind at ease, while as you’re going to end up over her knee anyway, you might as well get used to it, don’t you think?’

‘Oh, all right.’ I sighed. ‘If you really have to. Let’s go inside.’

‘It really is quite essential,’ Dr Hochhauser assured me.

I had my doubts, as she’d brightened up quite a lot for somebody who was about to dish out a spanking just to test me, and I had to ask.

‘I take it your interest isn’t purely academic, Dr Hochhauser?’

‘Call me Miriam, please, except during your punishments, as that would be inappropriate. Yes, I am naturally dominant, as I am sure you realise, and as such I always give discipline when in a relationship. That also applies to a working arrangement, so while we are together I will expect you to submit to discipline from me as you would expect to do with a regular partner. Now then, where shall I have you? In here, why not. I’m sure you don’t mind Melody watching?’

We’d entered Morris’ living room, where Melody was curled up in one of the chairs with a magazine. She hadn’t even known I was at the house, and looked up in surprise as we came in.

‘Hello, Penny,’ she greeted me. ‘What are you going to do to her, Miriam?’

‘Just a little demonstration of my authority, and a test of her need,’ Dr Hochhauser answered. ‘Take your skirt off, Penny.’

It seemed easiest to obey, while I couldn’t help but react to her firm, no-nonsense manner, and to her casual assumption of the right to punish me. I was pleased to have avoided an awkward situation with Jemima as well, and felt no more than a little put upon as I unfastened my skirt and stepped out of it, leaving me with my panties on show and in no doubt at all as to my status. Morris had sat down next to Melody and all three of them watched as I folded my skirt and put it to one side, then came to stand in front of Dr Hochhauser where she’d sat down on one of the plain, straight-backed chairs kept specifically for spankings.

‘Come across my knees,’ she ordered. ‘Yes, that’s right. I see you know that much, at least.’

‘It’s not my first time, believe me,’ I told her, now in classic spanking position with my body draped across her legs and my bottom lifted for attention.

‘I’m sure it’s not,’ she told me, ‘but there’s a world of difference between the sort of clumsy, inexpert discipline you’re used to and what I expect. It’s about more than just smacking a girl’s bottom, you know, and more than just presenting yourself for smacking.’

I wasn’t sure if I’d ever heard anything quite so conceited from a dominant woman, or man, and I’d met some real prodigies, but to my surprise neither Morris nor Melody spoke up. They were watching, though, Mel cuddled into Morris’ shoulder as Dr Hochhauser went on, taking hold of the full, white knickers I’d put on that morning as she spoke once more.

‘Let’s have your panties down then, Penny, and we’ll soon get you dealt with, and perhaps teach you a thing or two at the same time.’

I hung my head, resigned to the ignominious treatment of my bottom as she took hold of my waistband and pulled down my panties. She was far, far from the first, more like the hundredth, and I must have had it done well over a thousand times, but I can never, ever get rid of the sudden flush of shame at having my bottom laid bare for punishment and now was no exception. A weak sob escaped my throat as my knickers were inverted around my legs and I closed my eyes, imagining how I’d look to the others, with the full, pale globe of my bottom on show, stark naked, and the lips of my cunt visible between my thighs, stripped of my clothes and stripped of my dignity.

‘Always spank on the bare bottom,’ Dr Hochhauser remarked, addressing Morris and Melody. ‘Not to do so erodes your authority and reduces their respect for you as the disciplinarian. Never, ever listen to any excuses. Panties come down, but I think little Penny here knows that, don’t you, babe?’

‘Yes,’ I admitted, reflecting that Morris at least had been spanking girls long before she’d been born, while what Melody didn’t know about maintaining her authority could have been written on the back of a postage stamp.

I squeaked as a single, hard smack was applied to my bottom.

‘Yes, mistress,’ Dr Hochhauser corrected me. ‘You’re under my discipline now.’

‘Yes, mistress. I’m sorry, mistress,’ I replied, trying my best not to sound sarcastic.

‘That’s better,’ she said, and she began to spank me.

She was good, very firm and even, quickly bringing the heat to my bottom and to my sex, but she seemed utterly unaware of the irony of the situation, which was that most of my arousal came from the humiliating situation she’d put me in, spanked in place of Jemima by a woman of truly extraordinary conceit. Yet if she didn’t know what was going on in my head she clearly thought she did, in detail.

‘There, isn’t that what you need?’ she said as she continued to spank. ‘It is, isn’t it, Penny? You need proper, regular discipline, don’t you, from a truly dominant woman? I know, Penny, I understand. That’s right, push up your bottom, let your feelings show. I know, babe, I know. Let it all out. She is a natural, Morris, but she does need some proper training.’

‘I’m sure she’ll learn a great deal from you,’ Morris answered, his voice so unctuous that I found myself looking around in surprise despite the stinging slaps being applied to my bottom.

He looked calm, serene even, although the bulge in his trousers suggested he wasn’t entirely immune to the view of my bouncing bottom and wet cunt. I couldn’t help but wonder what he was up to, but held my peace as my spanking continued, still to the same firm, even rhythm. At last she stopped, leaving me hot and needy, if very far from the sort of helpless, dizzy ecstasy I’d so often reached across other people’s knees, let alone the deep, liberating satisfaction I knew I could achieve at times. It was nice, though, and I had been overdue a spanking, so I was left purring faintly with my bottom pushed well up, hoping she’d want to masturbate me, or maybe make me lick her. 

‘And now, Penny,’ she said. ‘I’m going to teach you how to say thank you for your spanking.’

I knew how, exactly how, and responded with a sleepy smile as I climbed down from her lap to my knees. She was in a short, black dress, which she immediately tugged up, exposing the crotch of her lacy, black panties. I burrowed my face in, lapping at her neatly shaved pussy the moment she’d pulled her panties to the side. She didn’t comment, for once, allowing me to lick at my own pace with her eyes lightly closed and her face set in ecstasy.

Morris and Melody were just visible from the corner of my eye, his cock now in her mouth as he fiddled with her from behind, each pleasuring the other as they watched me lick. I already had my bottom pushed well out, with my cunt and anus on plain show between my open, rosy bottom cheeks, while I knew that my lowered panties and the tail of my blouse hid nothing and only made the display of my rear view ruder still. My hand went back between my thighs and I’d begun to masturbate, cautiously at first, in case Miriam took exception to me pleasuring myself while I was supposed to be concentrating on her, but she didn’t even seem to notice and I’d quickly begun to rub harder.

I knew what I was going to come over, the shame of having turned up with the intention of giving Morris a piece of my mind for offering Jemima out for spanking in public and ending up not only bare bottom across Miriam’s knee, but on my knees with my face in her pussy. Worse still, I had the prospect of a whole series of humiliating public spankings in front of me, my panties pulled down and my bottom smacked over and over again, and no doubt at all that I’d end up just the way I was, with my bare bottom stuck out as I licked her to ecstasy and rubbed at my own well spread cunt, leaving no doubt whatsoever that I enjoyed being spanked.



Our first engagement was at a place called Freedom Hall, in central London. I’d never heard of it, but it turned out to be a big, Victorian building divided up into meeting rooms and small lecture theatres. The rather wordy motto above the door declared the rights of all to speak freely regardless of their politics, religion or other concerns, which amused Miriam.

‘Imagine the expression on the founders’ faces if they knew their institution would be used to lecture on domestic discipline.’

‘They were Victorians,’ I pointed out. ‘They have wondered what all the fuss was about. Which room are we in?’

‘The William Wilberforce Theatre,’ she told me, indicating a plan of the building on one wall.

It was the main lecture theatre, rather to my surprise, adding to my nervousness at the thought of what was coming. The public spanking was bad enough, but it wouldn’t be the first time, and the whole thing about spanking is that once you’re in position and your knickers are down there’s not a great deal you can do about it, while I knew full well how I’d react afterwards. Answering their subsequent questions was going to be a lot harder, hideously embarrassing but without the reward of arousal.

‘I will need to go over my notes,’ Miriam stated. ‘Get me . . .