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Spanking Required: Brooke’s Online Adventures
Book One

by Bree Jandora



Copyright 2011 Bree Jandora
All rights reserved.

Published by Loco Press




All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

All characters represented in this book are eighteen years o
age or older.


WARNING:  Book contains themes like forced sex and consensual non-consent.  YOU WERE WARNED!


Other books by Bree Jandora:

Spanked by Daddy

Daddy Spanks the Girls

For Daddy’s Love

Dawn and Jordan

Punished Daughters: The Collection




“Shit!” My hand hit the alarm clock on my nightstand. Another Saturday morning when I woke up to the nauseating sound of an alarm because I forgot to turn it off the night before. And there was no going back to sleep. I briefly thought about ripping that stupid clock out of its socket and throwing it across the room.

Hopeful that I’d somehow drift back into my dream, I closed my eyes and let my head sink back into my pillow.

Mmm.. there was a sudden itch I had to scratch…

I flung the covers off to my left and stood up. It only took me a few seconds to completely undress. I let my nightgown and panties fly off to the floor somewhere. Then I got back in bed and spread my legs apart as wide as possible. In no more than a split second my fingers reached down to my pussy to get nice and wet so they could slide all around my clit.

Oh… it was
good. I smiled, taking my time. My long-time boyfriend and I broke up several months earlier and I lived alone. Since then, on Saturdays—if I had no other plans—I made sure to take a good bit of time to give myself the quality attention I deserved. And once I gave in to the pleasure of this routine, it felt like I had reunited with an old friend after many years. I gave myself a good orgasm at least once a day anyway, but there were nights before bed when it was rushed. Today, though, I was in no hurry.

I bit my lip, thinking back to my dream. I was such a bad girl, shoplifting at the mall. A man saw me and chased me down. He took my arm and dragged me to the food court to bend me over his knee and give me a sound spanking right there in front of everyone. Like any dream, there were a lot of weird details that made absolutely no sense but I didn’t question them. I simply recalled the way he spoke to me:

Time you learn a lesson, little girl. You’re gonna get a butt warmin’ like you ain’t never had before.”
It sounded so old-fashioned but that kind of talk was exactly what did it for me.

I rubbed my clit faster and faster as I thought about it. He ripped my pants off and spanked me quite hard with his hand in the middle of the mall food court. I don’t even remember if there
were people around. I just know that faceless-dream-spanker-man smacked away until I was kicking and screaming. I think he even said something about using a paddle if only one were available.

As soon as the threat of a paddle entered my thoughts, I felt the glorious pressure build. “Ohhh!” My hips bucked against my hand and I was suddenly in the throes of a wonderful orgasm.

I didn’t give a fuck if my neighbors upstairs could hear. I let go. The sounds of my moaning and wailing filled the room as I rubbed my clit, letting my climax consume me.

When I finished I stared up at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath. I usually liked to take more time with myself but that dream brought forth fantasies that cut straight to my deepest desires. Fantasies about paddles and belts always sent me right over the edge but never with such little build up. This morning, it felt like someone pushed a magic button that sent me immediately into ecstatic overdrive.

A half hour later I was in front of my computer in my snuggly white robe, slurping coffee out of a mug the size of a soup bowl. I was still in my hazy dream fog, and, as amazing as my dream and subsequent clit-rubbing session were, my Saturday afternoon would include a few errands that required me to wake up completely.

I checked my email and surfed the Internet for a while. That dream just wouldn’t leave me alone. No matter what I did—reading the weather report, bookmarking coupons, clicking around new Facebook pictures of people I barely knew—all I could think about was getting spanked in the mall.

I couldn’t deny it anymore. It was a craving gone out-of-control. I had to find someone to give me a spanking, maybe even hard enough to make me cry. And was what so bad about that? So what? I liked to be bent over someone’s knee once in a while as someone wailed on my backside until I couldn’t sit down. I was an independent adult woman who had certain needs. It didn’t make me a freak, no matter what Joshua said.

Oh, Joshua.
I hadn’t thought much about him lately. Six months had passed since our break-up. We lived together for two years, beginning before we even graduated from college. I thought he was ‘the one.’ He had a beautiful, sculpted body and dark brown eyes that could melt my heart into a puddle.

But there was one thing he couldn’t give me: a spanking. And that was why we broke up. I tried so many times to talk him into it but he said he felt like he was abusing me. I even got him to go for it a few times when he was drunk but he always regretted it later. Either that, or he didn’t remember it after he sobered up. One day I went as far as to ask if he would mind if someone else spanked me. That was his last straw.

If he had any weird sexual kinks, he sure never told me about them. It was all just plain vanilla sex with him. Nothing special. It was good in the technical sense. He loved to lick my pussy more than anything else in the world and he was damn good at it. And I mean,
. That was enough to keep the relationship going for a surprisingly long time. Well… that, and, “He’s such a nice guy, Brooke. You’re so lucky to have him!” from every friend and family member he met. But eventually, I needed more. I could no longer deny myself this craving and it had only gotten stronger since the break-up.

I knew what I had to do.

A special folder in my browser bookmarks was called, ‘Listings.’ I picked a generic word as to not draw attention, in case anyone else happened to look at my computer. The only reason I hadn’t already done this was that I was afraid of what my friends might think if they knew. It wasn’t because I was afraid to meet a stranger online. That part, in fact, turned me on even more. But I was finally past the point of caring what anyone thought, even if they did find out. I was frustrated and horny, and nobody knew what I needed better than me.

The thought of placing this ad had me smiling and squirming in my seat before I even created a user profile. I decided to create one ad that I would copy and paste at several websites. I had already browsed the ads in the past without responding to any of them. There were just too many, and it was overwhelming to try to find exactly what I wanted. I might peruse the ads again some other time. For now, I would place an ad of my own.

Title: “Spanking Required”

Size four brunette, 23 years old, has a perky round ass that needs some attention. Not seeking a relationship. I just need to go over your knee for a good, sound, bare bottom spanking when required.

I almost added more but I didn’t know what to say. I felt it was a ‘less is more’ situation. I honestly didn’t know if I preferred a man or a woman. I wanted to say that I preferred paddles or an occasional belt, but how did I know for sure? Aside from the spankings I received from my parents until I left for college, only a few boyfriends had spanked me and they always used their hands. I was pretty much open to anything and I still had a lot to learn. I hoped to find someone who could open me up to spanking pleasures I didn’t know existed.

Also, maybe I wanted a relationship. If the right person came along, I could certainly be persuaded. And I now knew beyond any shadow of a doubt that the ‘right person’ was someone who genuinely wanted to spank me. Oral sex proficiency would, of course, be an added bonus.

I posted the ad at three websites along with a scantily clad picture of myself taken from the back—by Joshua. It tugged at my heartstrings when I saw it on the first ad. He’d be mortified to know I used one of his pictures for this. Or, hell, that I was doing this at all.

On my way to the shower I had to make another pit stop in my bedroom. I shrunk out of my robe and threw myself down on the bed. This time I knew better than to let myself get off so fast. I took my time, reaching climax after masturbating for a good fifteen minutes before getting up to enjoy a long, luxurious shower…where I had a very powerful shower massager.

Damn, I needed a spanking. And soon.


I spent all day Sunday answering ads and masturbating, all the while trying to weed out the freaks. Many of the responses looked promising. Others were downright scary. I wasn’t interested in being hung upside down by my toes and beaten with a bull whip, as one response promised. I saved that one in my email in a folder called ‘Not a Chance.’

I had other folders set up, such as ‘Curious.’ One such email in that category was from a husband and wife, both of whom were super cute, who asked if I might consider a spanking followed by a menage. The thought of it led to me pulling down my panties and spreading my legs wide to get myself off in my computer chair. But I wasn’t sure I was ready to experience a menage for real just yet. That idea would have to simmer for a while.

There were a surprising number of requests from men old enough to be my father, or older. Those also went to my ‘Curious’ folder. I knew I might have to follow up on one of the emails from a man calling himself ‘fatherman1.’ He said he liked to have loving relationships with his ‘daughters’ and he knew exactly how to give me the discipline I required. Also, he would expect nothing in return for his kindness. I hadn’t really thought about being spanked by someone so mature, but I found the possibility intriguing.

Finally, I narrowed it down to one guy, mostly because he was good looking, lived across town, and was available that night. He went by the nickname ‘LeoLion’ but said his real name was Christopher in his email.

We could’ve met in a hotel. That was his first suggestion. But when he gave me the option of just coming over to his place, I jumped on it. I knew it was risky and probably stupid. I’d never met anyone online before. That’s when I realized I was in it for the thrill as much as I was the spanking. My heart raced at the idea of showing up at a stranger’s house to get punished. And that’s exactly what I did that evening.

As I sat on the street in my car, staring at his two-story brick house on Sycamore Street, I wondered if I should call a friend and ask them to check on me later. But as I went down the list of friends on my cell phone, I knew there wasn’t a single person who wouldn’t think I was crazy for doing this. Besides, the idea of doing it without telling anyone added a dangerous element that made me want to do it even more. I finally just hopped out of my car and ran up to his front door before I changed my mind.

Christopher answered the door immediately. “Hello?”


Before I could even get a good look at him, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside the house, looking around past me like he was afraid someone would see.

He slammed the door behind me. “I’m Christopher. I’ll be spanking you tonight.”

“I’m Brooke.” Damn, he looked even better than his pictures! He was taller than I expected. That’s the first thing I noticed. And he was perhaps a tiny bit heavier, like maybe he’d gained a few pounds or started working out since the pictures were taken. He had a shaved head and light blue eyes, making his olive complexion look exotic. The long-sleeved pinstriped shirt he wore gave him a distinguished appearance, like he was ready to slip on a suit and go to the office.

“You’re very pretty, Brooke.” He smiled. “I like this little school girl outfit.”

“Thanks. You’re kinda hot yourself.”

His smile spread even wider. “Oh yeah? You’re not disappointed?”

I shook my head. “Hell no. What’s there to be disappointed about?” His gorgeous smile totally caught me off guard. Not only was he tall, exotic, and handsome, but this guy was going to spank me? My clit was already tingling. I swear, I could’ve had an orgasm right then.

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