MARASCHINO FICTION
Spanking Art and Stories by The Black Mask
TABLE OF CONTENTS
THE TRIPLE PLAY
"Conrad's hand pistoned down almost faster than the eye could follow, scalding her upper thighs. Kicking and screaming, Charise shimmied her hips over his lap, desperate for even a moment's respite from that blazing palm. The pain was overwhelming. She beat her hands on the floor, shrieking in red-bottomed agony. Charise had never experienced a spanking so severe; she'd rarely suffered more than twenty firm smacks on her pantied bottom until now. This was, in fact, her first genuine spanking - ever."
PART ONE: CHARISE
ROOMIES
"Shanna shrieked in time to Joe's tempo, keeping pace with each blazing smack. The pain was blinding, insufferable. How could this be happening? Here she was; eighteen years old, a high school graduate, taking a bare bottomed spanking like a spoilt little girl! She wanted to wail her agony, tell Joe how sorry she was, but there was no space between scream and breath. What had she done to deserve this? She must have been terribly naughty to rate this kind of punishment..."
PART ONE: SHANNA'S TALE
BREAKFAST AT SUZIE'S
"Suzie wailed in absolute humiliation. Bending over from the hips, she peeled her underwear gingerly down her thighs, placing her pert, young bottomtops on open exhibition. They seemed to peek out from over the lacy trim of her waistband, soft and ripe and invitingly lush. I stared in eye-bulging astonishment, entranced by the spectacle of those smooth, alabaster globes. I couldn't help myself, I just had to look: her quivering, white cheeks seemed to fill my entire field of vision..."
PART ONE: THE GIRL NEXT DOOR
THE PERSUADER
"Tracey bent down to touch her toes at John's command, presenting her bottom to his unwavering scrutiny. He'd had left her with no options; she waited in quivering silence while John ran his fingertips over her tense, twitching buttocks, checking her bikini line and patting the gentle bulges of her upper thighs. Her bottom was a thing of wonder: John always took a few moments out from his schedule to run his gaze over those orbs of fleshly delight.
"OK," John told her, giving her fanny a brisk, stinging slap, "over my knee, young lady..."
PART ONE: PASSIVE RESISTANCE
HONEYMOON SUITE
"Delia's fanny was full and lush and delectably soft, highlighted by the snowy expanse of her bikini triangle. The recent indentations of her panty lines were clearly marked on her tightly clenched bottom-tops. Garry patted her cheeks approvingly, marveling - as always - at their perfect, satiny texture. His impudent young bride had the most gloriously contoured bottie he'd ever known - and this was saying something, considering how many he'd seen over the years."
PART ONE: THE WEDDING NIGHT
STAY-UP STOCKINGS
"Monique's breath caught in her throat as she came forward to receive her punishment. Her mind was whirling as it had on all the previous occasions - shame and fear and childlike embarrassment filled every inch of her being. A wild strawberry flush suffused her snowy complexion. No matter how many times Tom Blackmore drew her across his knee, she could never quite accept what was happening to her. Sobbing like a disconsolate child, she shook her glistening black hair from her eyes, spraying tears through the air..."
PART ONE: AU PAIR
CORPORATE DISCIPLINE
"The cane lashed down, rending the air. It struck Carla's peach with an explosive crack, creasing both cheeks in its cruel descent. The flesh yielded beneath that shocking impact, adding another bright, crimson weal to her bruised melons. A sharp, blinding heat strafed down her legs; scalding every nerve in its path. Carla screamed, a shrill, ear-splitting wail of anguish torn from the depths of her lungs."
PART ONE: VIPERS
OLD FAITHFUL
"Weeping with shame, Allison bent over and peeled down her briefs. Her smooth, dimpled cheeks popped into view, clenching back and forth in anticipation. A thrill of gooseflesh rushed down her inner thighs. Her tushie was now completely exposed; she was practically nude from the waist down. This was the point at which her punishment became a nightmare: she’d been punished in precisely this way since early childhood, but in all that time, she’d never grown used to baring her bottom..."
PART ONE: ALLISON
REPRESSED AGONY
"Placing a shy hand over her delicate, blond pubic thatch, Kellie stepped out of her underpants and walked tearfully over to Bobby's side. Her shoulders heaved and folded as she stammered out her apologies, hopelessly hoping for last second reprieve. Wearing nothing but a loose cotton halter-top and a pair of frilly white girl-socks, she had a wistful, innocent beauty found only in young girls poised at the brink of womanhood."
THE WALK OF SHAME
"Tanya Harrow was a pretty, petite girl with large blue eyes and wavy brown hair spilling down to her hips. She had long, slender legs and a waist so tiny that a man could almost encircle it with one hand. She was wearing a white lace D-cup bra (extremely low-cut in the cleavage) and a pair of pink satin panties; high-cut briefs with floral lace trimmings. They were tightly stretched across her firm but beautifully curved little tushie. Tanya imagined how they would look, clinging to her thighs as she bared her plump, ripe cheeks."
PART ONE: TANYA
FEATURE ARTICLE:
ALL IN COLOR FOR A DIME
A HISTORY OF SPANKING IN COMICS
COMING SOON:
CRESCENDO OF AGONY
THE BLACK MASK COMPILATION
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