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Bethie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Bethie
Post Number: 1414
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Friday, May 04, 2007 - 03:58 am: | 
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This is the grand prize of this year's anniversary contest: the Son of Buster paddle from Leather Thorn Paddles!
It's a beauty and the lucky winner of this years contest will be the recipient of this example of John's excellent leather workmanship.
For those of you who come in as runners-up in the contest, I have a few consolation prizes; a Jokari paddle, two hairbrushes, and a long-handled bathbrush. From personal experience, I can assure you these are all impressive toys to have. The lucky bottom who gets to "enjoy" one of these prizes really might need some consolaton! 
Entries won't be judged, instead I'll choose the winners by way of a drawing. Each entry submitted will give the entrant a chance in the drawing. For example, if you submit three entries, your name will be entered three separate times for the drawing.
Now for the entry details:
1) Pick a spanking implement. Such as a hairbrush, Jokari paddle, razor strop, paddleball, leather paddle, belt, bathbrush, cane, or any other implement you can think of.
2) Write a short story in which your chosen implement is used for a spanking. Try to include as many details as you can such as the reason for the spanking, how the implement is used, and whatever other descriptive details that are relevant for you.
Enter as many times as you want and don't worry about the length of the story or the quality of your writing. This is for fun and I want you to enjoy yourselves.
Have fun and good luck!  |
Blushingbride
Spanko
Username: Blushingbride
Post Number: 92
Registered: 10-2006
| | Posted on Saturday, May 05, 2007 - 08:54 pm: |
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As we loaded up the last of the luggage, you told me to go upstairs to make sure nothing was forgotten. I comply, but am surprised that you follow me up.
Glancing into the bathroom, checking for missing toiletries that I’d need in the coming week, I don’t see anything left. On turning around I see you sitting on the edge of the bed, wooden hairbrush in hand, and a smile on your face. As you motion for me to approach, I ask, “what’s this for?”
“We’re going to be away with so many of your family members, that I don’t think you’ll be getting this for a while. I just want you to have a spanking before we leave for you to think about while we’re away.”
As you pull me closer you place the hairbrush on the bed beside you, and undo my jeans. Sliding both my jeans and my panties down around my knees you pull me over your lap, letting me rest my head and shoulders on the bed. I feel my jeans tighten around my ankles as you have stepped on them, effectively pinning my legs so I can’t kick.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“Owwww!” I yelp in response to the pain flaring in my cheeks.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
As I continue to voice my distress at the hard spanks I am receiving, I hear you chuckle. “You’ll be missing this long before the end of the week, but you complain now. “
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
As you give me a final set of 10 you assist me to stand, cuddling me close. As I try to get my breathing back in control, I feel you pulling up my panties and jeans. “Dry your eyes, love,” you tell me. “We have a long drive ahead of us to the cabin.”
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Weasel
Advanced Spanko
Username: Weasel
Post Number: 280
Registered: 06-2006
| | Posted on Sunday, May 06, 2007 - 12:19 pm: |
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They went up into the mountains to pick huckleberries and Jeff told her to stay close, since bears like huckleberries too. Lisa was focused on moving from one berry bush to the next, and suddenly she realized she couldn't see Jeff! A feeling of panic came over her as she heard a rustling in the bushes and a distinctive grunt. She quickly and quietly headed in the other direction, back the way she'd come. She was nearly crying with fear and looking back over her shoulder to see if the bear was right behind her when she bumped headlong into Jeff.
She fell apart. "Oh my God, Jeff, there's a bear over there!" she whispered shakily, quivering with fear.
"I thought I told you to stay in sight!" He scolded her as they continued away from the danger zone. Lisa was crying by this time, with relief that Jeff had found her and she made no effort to defend her stupid actions.
Immediately upon getting back to camp and relative safety, Lisa was instructed to drop her hiking shorts and bend over a handy log with her bottom up in the air. Jeff's belt slipping through it's loops was what she heard, followed by Jeff's voice scolding her for not listening to him in bear country. The danger she'd placed herself in was inexcusable he said, as the belt flew, striking her bottom again and again. He scolded and struck until her tears flowed freely and she apologized over and over again for causing him such worry and placing herself in such danger. Afterwards, he pulled her in close to him, and held her in his strong arms. "You scared the crap out of me baby", he murmured as he hugged her and kissed her hair, "You have to listen to me when we're in the woods, it can be so dangerous and I would go crazy if I lost you!"
Lisa knew she was loved by a caring man and snuggled closer into his arms despite the burning bottom he'd given her. She promised herself and him she would never do it again, the lesson was not lost, and the spanking she got told her more than anything, she was loved tremendously.
Some day you'll spank me... er thank me for this!
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Prissietl
Advanced Spanko
Username: Prissietl
Post Number: 164
Registered: 07-2006
| | Posted on Sunday, May 06, 2007 - 01:04 pm: |
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I stand on the back deck looking around at the beautiful sights before me, so excited to finally be on vacation.
The children are having fun building a sand castle .
I am so into the moment i didn't even hear the front door open and close.
"Hi sweetie" gets my attention.
I turn around and my breath catches, there he stands.
"You were a little sassy at the outdoor market today, i think you need to be reminded of who is the Top and who is the bottom my dear."
"Loose the pants and wait in the corner (which i HATE) while i get ready".
I want to protest but the look in his blue eyes and tone of his voice let me know, its not a good idea, so i do as i am told.
I can hear him moving around but i don't dare turn around (as i know that is against the rules, and I'm not breaking anymore rules.)
"Come here" are the next words i hear, i do as i am told.
He is sitting in a chair he placed in the center of the room, i approach him on his left side and with out a single word i am pulled across his lap.
Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack
SmackSmackSmackSmackSmackSmack.
I am squirming much more than i expected with just his hand.
SMACK SMACK SMACK the last 3 are very hard and i put my hand back to block, (big mistake)a second later it is pinned in the small of my back
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK "THOSE ARE FOR PUTTING YOUR HAND BACK" I am told (duh like i didn't already know that)
I am helped to my feet and then put back in the corner.
I want to rub...... but again i know the rules, so i do my best to stand still.
"Come here" the words make my heart skip a beat.
As i turn around i see he has the pillows on the bed. This makes me very nervous.
As i start to get on the bed, i am told to "Stop"
He walks to me and slowly hooks his fingers around the band of my light blue panties.
I feel them hit my ankles and i step out of them.
I position myself the way i know is expected.
Then i hear him say "We are due for dinner in half an hour lets do this right and get it over with ....do you understand me?" In the position i am in i know better than to answer any way other than "Yes sir"
The next sound i hear is the unmistakable sound of his belt buckle. (oh not the belt, i hate the belt i think to myself, i do not voice this because i know i have NO say in the spanking in anyway)
I hear the hiss of the belt coming through the air a second before i feel the bite.
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK i try to roll from side to side as I'm promising to be good and never sass him again.
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
"PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I PROMISEEEEEEE I WILL BE GOOD I WILL I SWEARRRR"
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
"ARE YOU GOING TO BE SASSY AT DINNER?" I am asked
"NO" i answer (wrong answer)
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK "ARE YOU GOING TO BE SASSY AT DINNER?" i am asked again.
"No Sir" i answer this time.
He leans over and plants a kiss on my forehead "that's my good girl , now get dressed while i get the kids."
"Yes sir" i answer him with a smile.
Once a princess always a princess
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Badgirl
Advanced Spanko
Username: Badgirl
Post Number: 287
Registered: 11-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, May 06, 2007 - 02:29 pm: |
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She wandered into class fifteen minutes late, as was her usual. She was 28 and far older than the rest of the first-year students. She knew she had a bad attitude, but she was smart, and did well despite teachers not liking her. She didn't need brownie points, so they could just shove it.
She sat down with a smirk as the prof looked up and acknowledged her presence. "Ms. Kelly, what have I told you about being late? Specifically, what did I tell you yesterday about being late."
She rolled her eyes. "That you appreciated me coming at all?" A student in the back snickered.
"No, Ms. Kelly, said the upright 50 something year old man, I said that it was inappropriate, disruptive and rude."
"More disruptive than this lecture during class time?" A couple of students snickered this time.
He ignored her comment entirely. "A lady should be respectful to her elders, Ms. Kelly, and to her classmates. It seems to me you must be neither" he continued his reprimand.
"I guess I'm not a "lady". ALthough, last time I went to the toilet, they sure looked like lady-parts. Wanna check and see?" She taunted him and stood up, raising the hem of her skirt.
At this the whole class laughed, for the look on the poor prof's face of horror and dismay was priceless. He looked up, and as an idea came to him, he smiled.
"Alright, since the entire class seems to feel this is funny, the entire class will pay the consequence. 5% deduction on all of your final grades, and a 25 page paper for tomorrow on discipline and respect. This paper will be graded, and worth a further 10% of your final grade. I can assure you now, that I will think you all did a terrible job. Except Ms. Kelly. As you all think she is so funny, I suppose she should not be penalized for her behaviour." The class groaned, and various students spoke up.
"WHat?! That's not fair!"
"You can't do that sir, I can't afford to lose 15%"
"Nice job, Kelly, thanks a lot!"
"Please sir, reconsider" etc.
The sound of the protest was deafening. The prof raised his hand. Silence fell slowly.
"Well, as I said Ms. Kelly, it appears that you have no respect for your fellow students. If I am wrong, speak up now, and save them from this punishment you have earned them. Will you take the punishment for them?"
Kelly thought about it for amoment, but knew she had no real choice. Even with a 15% reduction, her final grade would still be in the 80s. Many of her classmates would fail. Besides, she could always bring it up after the semester, and demand a scholastic hearing.
"Fine, whatever. I'll write the stupid paper... but if you already know you aren't going to like it, maybe I won't really stick to the proposed topic. Cool?" SHe sneered at him, annoyed that he was pushing so hard. It was 15 minutes for G-d's sake!
"Oh, Ms Kelly, I don't think you understand. You have to take all of their punishments. At 5% a head, that's a 60% drop in your final grade. And you still owe me 12 25 page papers." Kelly blanched. "That's not possible... You can't..." she fell silent for a moment. She couldn't fail a class... Not if she wanted to finsh university. But she couldn't be responsible for others failing this class. Damn him for putting her in this position.
"Alternately, we could change the punishment, and make it more feasible. I know you are here on scholarship, and would hate for one bad habit to cost you your degree."
Kelly nodded. "Please sir, what do you suggest?" As she stumbled over the word sir, he smiled.
"I am going to teach you discipline, the old-fashioned way." And with that he picked up the meter ruler and pulled her over to the desk. He bent her over it, rump facing the class, and lifted the skirt she had taunted him with earlier. "Of course, he said, I will only do this with your consent. In front of your classmates as witnesses, do you agree to this punishment?"
Kelly muttered something under her breath, but knew she had no real choice. Never one to look weak, she wiggled her derriere at him, and said "of course, whack away!" Of all the days to wear a string thong!
The class fell silent, and a couple of people in the audience coverd their eyes or looked away.
whooosh. Smack! The ruler whistled throught air, and landed with no uncerrtainty on her sit spot. THis was a man who knew how to use a ruler.
"OW! Fuck! That hurts." Kelly started to stand up. The prof laughed and pushed her back down, his strong arms holding her immobile.
"We are not done by a long shot. The way I figure it, each of these is worth 1%. So sixty of these.... and then 12 with the belt -- for the papers." He felt her tremble slightly under his hand. Good, he thought. Fear is good. "Now for these to count, you must accept them with respect for me, as your professor. So each time one lands, you will say nothing, but count it aloud, so the whole class can hear, followed by a "thank you, sir!" Is that clear, Ms. Kelly."
"Crystal." She glared at him.
"So obviously, that first one did not count." HE chuckled at the expression on her face.
THen he began in ernest.
Smack! "One, thank you sir" Smack! "Two thank you sir"..... and so forth. Each blow landed in a full impact strike across her lovely white derriere. Five blows covered her from top to bottom, and with metronimic precision, he restarted at the top! Smack! "Six, thank you sir!" By eight she started trying to get away, and he had to pin her in place more firmly. "Nine, thank you sir" By eighteen she had reached back twice, and gotten her hands tied to the chair for her troubles.
"Twenty one thank you sir" She hurled at him. Hating him with all her might. But by twenty six full strong whips with the wooden ruler her bottom was scarlet, with a welt or two forming, and she began to cry. He could tell the crying in front of her peers hurt her more than the ruler, but knew it was good for her. At thirty one, she could barely speak "Th -- th-- thirty one thank you s-s-s-sir" At thirty five she stopped counting, and was unable to do anything but wail. After five uncounted whips, the prof paused.
"You do understand that they don't count unless you count them out, right, Ms Kelly." But she was beyond speech. "Well, he said, I suppose in addition to humility and respect, we could teach one more lesson today. If you can ask for it, any one of your classmated can count them out for you. However, I insist, that you thank me after each five. Will you ask for help? Or shall we just keep going for another 2 plus hours, until the end of class?"
Kelly fell silent for a moment. She never asked for help. She didn't have to. She was strong and fiercely independent. But the memory of the last 5 whacks, that counted for nothing spurred her to action. "Jenny, she called to a girl she had met in another class, could you, please?" Her voice cracked, but she managed to say it.
Jenny came hesitantly to the front of the class. And the prof resumed. Before there was even a chance to discuss it further.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Jenny counted. And at forty, Kelly said "thank you sir".
By 65, Kelly was wailing. Her bottom had welts on its welts, and she could no longer stand, but had her whole weight resting on the desk.
The prof gave her a moment and then began to untie her hands -- he had used this blet to them in the first place, and she had 25 more coming.
She saw the determination in his eyes and for the first time her defences faltered. “Please, sir, she begged, no…. please, I can’t. Have mercy. Please…”. She began to cry. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I’ll be on time. I’ll be more respectfully”
He looked into her eyes and saw the sincerity in them, and threaded his belt through his pants. “That’s all I ever wanted from you, Ms. Kelly. That’s all I ever wanted. You may take a seat.”
He began, then, to cover his course material. And permitted himself only a silent chuckle as Kelly sat in her chair and winced.
Ooops.... I think I got carried away. Oh, well. |
Buenaventura
Supreme Spanko
Username: Buenaventura
Post Number: 624
Registered: 04-2006
| | Posted on Sunday, May 06, 2007 - 06:56 pm: |
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They were high in the mountains and everybody except they two had gone into town sightseeing.This was their first time alone since she and her family had arrived four days ago.He smiled at her cruelly.Well sweetie I guess it,s time to say be careful of what you wish for it might come true.They had discussed this spanking for six month over the internet the time had at last arrived.He savored the moment looking at her with his cold blue eyes.She shivered and knew that she really deserved this spanking.For months he had remonstrated with her about being late about her sassiness and and her smoking.Now the time had come for her punishment.He took his instruments from his briefcase the three paddles wondering in which order to use them.His heavy wide strap that in the city he couldn,t use because it was so noisy.The flexible wicked bathbrush.And his latest adquistion A beautiful cordovan belt that he now wore.
He said ok baby I,m going to start with the light paddle to warm you up.You can take this on your pants.Come here and bend over the back of the couch.She approched him with trepidation thinking oh boy let,s see if you can take this. She shouldn,t have been so sassy but knew that because it was long distance and she had nothing to fear she could get away with it.
He took her hand and hugged her with his right arm and asked are you ready for this?She shivered and said I think so.He gently pushed her upper body ove the back of the couch to where she could just keep her balance by placing both hands on the seat.On the table along side of him his toys (as he liked to call them) lined up ready to use.He selected the light paddle that a friend in the states had sent him and changed to her right side being lefthanded.Her wonderful ass stuck up in the air invitingly.He smiled and swung the paddle with what he thought of as medium force and she jumped. He followed quickly with five more.Whack whack whack whack!!She was squirming now and he said don,t squirm yet we,ve just started.He swung the paddle five times more with a little more force.She started raising one leg then the other.She tried to block her behind with one of her hands but when she picked it up to put it behind her her legs came up in the air and she was more helpless then ever before in her life.He laid the light paddle on the table and picked up the heavier jokari paddle he loved this paddle maybe because he,d won it in a contest many months ago.He lined up on her fanny and let loose they first whack.OW she said goddamn it that hurts.He laughed I,m still warming you up my dear he said.Then five in a row very fast OW OW OW OW OW she shrilled.he stareted laying into her ass with a will she so much deserved this.Another five and he though I guess she,s ready for the bathbrush now.She had no idea of the power of that brush but oh my she surely was about to learn.
He changed to the brush and flexed it in his hand with a couple of swings and it arched through the air.What a wonderful feeling he felt looking forward to the rest of her spanking.He said after the bathbrush you,re to go to the corner do you understand?(He knew she hated the corner)Yes sir I understand.She was being very submissive hoping for some mercy on his part.It was not to be.He swung the bath brush five times not as hard as he might.With this brush it didn,t matter from the first smack she howled OW NO No Please.She tried to get out of his strong grip and felt helpless because she couldn,t raise up or turn to the side.She was stuck over this damn couch.He continued much harder with five more.She was almost crying but her pride would not let her.now with as much force as he dared(he knew his strengh)he smacked away.She felt lightheaded.The endorphines were kicking in but that damn brush really hurt.He stopped and massaged her butt and could feel the heat emanating from her ass.He smiled and knew that she would remember this day for the rest of her life.He pulled her up and said take off your pants NOW raising his voice slightly asserting his authority.She looked him in the eye and saw his determination and loosed her pants.The panties too my dear.Do it he said when she hesitated.She bashfully pulled off her panties as this man had never seen her naked.He took her by the ear and pulled her to the corner.Now stay there and put your hands behind your head.She obeyed there was nothing she could do but obey.
He sat down on the end of the bed and watched her looking at the lovely color her ass was taking.He smiled as he lit a cigarette and relaxed thinking of what was coming.When he finished smoking he said ok lets go outside she looked at him wondering what he had in store for her.He opened the door and walked outside loving this special place because there was nobody for miles around.He listened to the birds the rustle of the wind in the trees looked up at the incredible blue sky and thought how lucky he was to live in such a paradise.She walked timidly outside not used to being half naked out in open like this. Even if there was nobody about.Then as her eyes took in the beauty of the place she thought it fuckin hurts like hell but you asked for this and what a beautiful place to be.There was a railing around the porch and he bent her over the railing and she put her hands on the supporting rail beneath.He said stay there and walked back in the house and picked up the wide strap that he had made by a shoemaker and whose sound he loved. Walking out and swinging the strap when she saw him she blanched.Oh God she thought that thing was really long and thick.He smiled at her and said you,ll love this.Oh sure I will she said in as sarcastic a voice as she could muster.He smiled at her spunk and thought let,s see if you,re as spunky in five mins.He lined up on her butt and let fly the first whack with all the swing he could WHACK!!Wow how loud the strap was what a wonderful sound he said to her.She said I don,t think it,s so wonderful!!with a tone of voice that just invited much more.He swung with a will five in a row very hard.When she tried to stand straight he pushed her down and send loudly STAY IN POSITION!She settled down and thought I,ll never ever again sass this man.Now are you ready to promise that you will not be late for the rest of the year? he asked.She would promise him anything now to get this over with.Yes yes I promise anything please but please stop now I,ve learned my lesson.He smiled and siad I,m going to give you twenty more with the strap and you are going to count them out loud do you understand me?Yes sir she said but please couldn,t you make it less.Give me a break I,ve taken this so far I can,t stand it anymore. He said you will take it and more and swung the strap hard.Ow one sir!Ow two sir!OW OW three sir!The strap smacked loudly covering all of her bottom with every smack.It was more than anyone had ever given her and she felt her sex very wet and hot.Finally he arrived at twenty her ass turning purple and welts starting to rise.He rubbed her ass and said now come in here and pulled her over to the bed sat down pulling her over his knee and imprisoning her hand in the middle of her back.She felt helpless and wondered what he had in mind.He rubbed her butt and said this is the final part of your spanking my dear and just because it,s my hand don,t think it,s going to be easier.She realxed thinking that after all he had done a handspanking was nothing.Ha she didn,t know!
He was ready to finish her off and started spanking her with all his strenth knowing that with the endorphines she could take a lot but he,s planned for that and would spank her two three or for times changing the rhythm and not letting her get set rubbing her ass every once in a while feeling how hot her behind was and ready to finish off with a flourish.He gave her twenty spanks more and she was crying never having felt a hand harder than his. At last he relented and puled her up sat her down on his lap and hugged her and petted her.She felt his hardness through his pants and was becoming more aroused with every carress.But it was not to be they heard the cars pulling up thirty yards down away from the house.She,d have ten mins. to pull herself together and she picked up her clothes and dashed for the bathroom.He picked up all his toys and put then away in his briefcase then walked out on the porch and prepared to stall the two families as much as he could to give her time to cool down and meet up with everybody.He smiled thinking of the only part that was lacking from this spanking but had been wonderful enough anyway.He thought damn I didn,t use all my toys. |
Bethie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Bethie
Post Number: 1420
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Monday, May 07, 2007 - 12:23 am: |
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 Awesome entries, everybody, I'm impressed!
We gave the Beaver Tail paddle from Leather Thorn quite a workout last night and if the Son of Buster paddle is anything like it, whoever wins the grand prize is in for a treat. |
Weasel
Advanced Spanko
Username: Weasel
Post Number: 285
Registered: 06-2006
| | Posted on Monday, May 07, 2007 - 01:47 am: |
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spanking haiku
Leathers sanguine sting
Reddened bottom quivering, aflame.
Rueful, sated smile.
Some day you'll spank me... er thank me for this!
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Spanking_deserved
New member
Username: Spanking_deserved
Post Number: 9
Registered: 04-2007
| | Posted on Monday, May 07, 2007 - 11:41 am: |
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She ran down the street, heels in hand, trying to get home before he would realize she was late again. being honest with herself she knew he was sitting there watching the clock and quietly adding up how many swats she would receive when she walked thru that door. She had been past curfew several times in the past couple of weeks, and he had warned her this evening that if she was late, 5 swats would be given for each minute she was late. She now wished she hadn't gone out with the girls to a night club that was so far away from home, and she didn't have enough money for a cab. It had been raining, her blouse clung to her skin making the fabric somewhat transparent, leaving little to the imagination, he wouldn't be happy about that either.
She burst through the door, water pouring off of her, making a puddle in the entry way, her heels in one hand, shirt hiked up just under her butt, and her blouse clinging to her body. He met her at the door, paddle in hand. She felt a shiver run up her spine, at the look on his face. He found himself extremely aroused by the look of her, but he wouldn't let on, at least not until after the consecquences of her actions had turned her bottom to fire. "Take those clothes off, now." He said sternly. She complied, knowing she didn't want to make things any worse. "You were 13 minutes late. You didn't keep your promise of being home on time, but I assure you I intend to keep my promise." She walked toward him after undressing, and he lead her to his den. She went to the desk and bent over it grabing the other side of the desk. She was quaking, knowing she was in for it, but she knew she deserved it. "I apologize for being late, I am ready for my lesson, sir." He smiled to himself, she had finally learned to take a punishment without all the attitude.
Smack! Smack! Smack! The slow methodic swats, landing hard across her bottom echoed through the house. She was trying not to scream, but her bottom was heating up fast. Her grip tightened on the desk. Smack! Smack! Smack! A yelp flew out of her mouth. Smack! Smack! Smack! At 35 smacks, he stopped and made her go to the corner and rest on her knees. He admired his handy work, in the candle light. Her bottom had the appearance of an apple, shining bright red. After a few minutes of rest he brought her back to the desk, "please, I have learned my lesson, no more please. I won't be late again." He bent her back over the desk, she gripped the other side, and braced herself. Smack! Smack! Smack! Tears began streaming down her face, sobbing quietly, she took the rest until he finally stopped. She laid on the desk, until he returned with a warm blanket. He wrapped her up in it and carried her to the love seat. He sat down with her on his lap, and cuddled her while she continued to sob. They both knew she had learned her lesson and wouldn't be late home again.}
"Teach me a lesson, please..."
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Tmichellebrat
Advanced Spanko
Username: Tmichellebrat
Post Number: 149
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Monday, May 07, 2007 - 02:48 pm: |
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"Take your jeans down" he ordered as she walked into the house. She just got home from work and was confused as to why she was already in trouble, no explanation of why just orders and she is about sick of it. "No I will not." she retorted back. "Are you diobeying my orders." he asked. "You bet I am." she answered back angrily. She was shaking because she knew this was a no no but she was just tired of this attitude of his.
He was tired of her bratty attitude and he was going to finally show her who was boss. He took her by the arm and dragged her into thier bedroom. He bent her over the bed and grabbed the wooden paddle on the bedside table. "I am going to teach you a lesson that you will never forget young lady" he said calmly but firmly. She knew she was in for it but she wasn't about to go down that easy. She started to flail her legs and tried to get up but he had her pinned down to where she couldn't move. WHACK,WHACK,WHACK,WHACK,WHACK down went the paddle on her bratty backside. "Are you ready to obey" he asked. "Nope" she said. "Wrong answer" he said. WHACK,CRACK,WHACK,CRACK,WHACK,CRACK,WHACK down went the paddle again but this time much harder and she started to cry. The pain was intense even through her denim jeans, she could feel the burn and ache. "Ready to obey" he asked. "Yes Sir" she cried out. Much better he thought. "Now stand up and take your jeans and panties off." he ordered. She panicked, OMG he is going to spank me some more she thought. She fumbled with the button on her jeans and finally got them off and then down her panties came. She stood there half naked in front of him and she saw he was taking his belt off."No please Sir, I am sorry." she protested in tears. "Oh your going to be sorry once I am done." he said. "Now bend over that bed, elbows touching the bed." he ordered. She slowly turned around and obeyed and bent over and she started to cry because she knew that this was going to hurt on top of an already sore bottom. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK. "Are you going to obey from now on young lady." he asked. "Yes Sir" she cried. "Good" he said. "That spanking with the belt and paddle were for disobeying me when asked to prepare for a punishment." he explained to her. "I am now going to give you six of the best with the cane." he explained. "You will count out each stroke with a thankyou Sir and that will be the end of this punishment." he said. She was shaking and didn't think she could take six from the cane but apparently she had no choice, and worse yet she didn't know what she was even in trouble for from the start. He always likes to keep her guessing which is the worst part. She heard the wooosh in the air from the cane and started to cry harder because she knew what the cane felt like, and it would hurt worse because her bottom was already sore. WHOOOSH, CRACK "one thankyou sir" she sobbed. WHOOSH, CRACK "two thankyou sir" WHOOSH, CRACK "three thankyou sir" WOOSH, CRACK "four thankyou sir" WOOSH, CRACK "five thankyou sir, WOOSH, CRACK " six thankyou sir." She was trembling in pain and crying. "Are you sorry" he asked. "Yes Sir" she answered. "Good, now you may get dressed and get yourself composed." As she got dressed and washed her face and got into some comfortable clothes she still wondered why she was spanked. She went downstairs and sat on the couch next to him. "Come here darling" he said. She scooted over next to him and cried in his arms, "I am sorry for whatever it was I did". she cried. "Shhh shhh my dear, I know you are, it's over so don't fret over it anymore. he said. She wiped away her tears and looked at him , "btw what was it I did that got me spanked." she asked. "Because your a brat and I thought you needed it." he said. She stayed in his arms for the rest of the night in absolute harmony. |
Rawhide
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I just answered my own question on how many times I can enter! Upcoming soon I hope!} |
Badgirl
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Post Number: 293
Registered: 11-2005
| | Posted on Monday, May 07, 2007 - 09:10 pm: |
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She burst into tears for the third time that day. Unfortunately for her, he saw.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
But she couldn't answer. how could she tell him that he was right. She had taken on one thing too many again (Ok, 6 or 7) and she just couldn't cope.
But she didn't have to answer. He already knew. "When we get home, I am going to help you the only way I can. By reminding you to listen to me."
For the rest of the day, she dreaded her punishment. It was almost enough to make her cry all over again. At the same time, she looked forward to the release she knew she would find.
He took his own car home, and got there half an hour before she did, as she stayed late to try to gain some semblance of order.
When she walked in the front door, there were a dozen roses waiting for her, and a glass of white wine on the mantel. Gratefully, she took a sip and inhaled the sweet scent of the red and white flowers. She stood there for a moment, until she heard him call her into the living room.
She walked in and saw him there on the couch. He patted the seat next to him, and held her tight as she finished the glass of wine. When she was done he told her it was time, and guided her up to the bedroom. There, on the bed lay a hairbrush, a paddle, a crop, a belt and a rubber spatula.
"How many times today did you find yourself crying?" he asked. "Honestly."
"Four, she answered.
"Then you will get four with each instrument. After a hand warm-up. Assume the position."
Without a word, she lay over the pillows he had placed on the center of the bed. And he began to softly rub her pale globes. She sighed, and he began, softly at first, and as she relaxed into it, he applied more and more force. After ten minutes her rump was a pleasant shade of pink, bordering on red, and he decided she was ready.
He began with the hairbrush and full force laid it upon her backside. She winced but didn't move. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! by the fourth whack she had begun to whimper. Without letting her rest he picked up the crop. WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! THe welts rose almost immediately, and she began to cry in ernest. Again he proceded to the next instument without pause. This was the paddle, with a heart shape through the center. It flew threw the air with the power of a million demons, and left heart shaped imprints on her welts. One, two, three, four. She began to kick and flail, he paused, only for long enough to tie her in place. Then the spatula laid into her, with precision accuracy, he hit her squarely on the sit-spots, and she wailed. Again, and again and again.
Finally, he picked up the belt. He paused now. "You know that I do this because I love you, and I hate seeing you so overwhelmed. DO you know why I picked 5 instruments?" She shook her head. "Because that's how many days ago I first noticed you were in over your head, yet you never asked for help. YOu must learn to accept less work, and ask for help when you need it."
" I know, and I'm sorry. I hate that I make you sad even more than I hate making me sad."
"Hush, baby, it's almost over. And then we will figure out how to make tomorrow easier."
She sighed, and he picked up the belt. The tears began flowing before he even made contact, she hated the belt so... Whack! Whack! WHACK! WHACK! At last he was done. Urgently he ripped off the cords tying her down and gathered her in his arms. He held her as the sobs wracked her body, and she clung to him as she could not let herself do at work.
Then they went downstairs to where he had supper waiting, and started to figure out her projects. |
Prissietl
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Post Number: 169
Registered: 07-2006
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"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING" he asked her as he wrapped a beach towel around her.
Before she could answer he added YOU WEREN'T THINKING WERE YOU?" She just looked at him unsure if she should even answer. "NO YOU WERE NOT!" She looked around at the others on the beach praying they were not hearing any of this. SMACK A very hard hand landed on her backside as she walked toward her room "GET YOUR BUTT IN THAT CABANA NOW"
"OK ok I'm gonna calm down before i deal with you" he tells her.
" Loose the pants and get into that corner and do not move...you think about what you did and how dangerous it was. She looked at him lowered her eyes and did as she was told.
With that he picked up his cigarettes and walked out the door.
How stupid could i have been she thought, he warned me not to go into the water that the riptides were strong, but did i listen....no .
...The sound of the door brought her back to the moment.
"I am very upset with you, you put yourself in danger, danger i warned you about."
"This is going to be very hard for you but i expect you to submit to it as best you can" he tells her
He sees her shiver and tells her to come to him.
There is a writing desk in their room he clears it off as she stands watching.
He pulls her to the side of it and tells her "Go over the desk grab the other side and do not come up"
For the first time she notices she is shaking.
"You got yourself into this and you will submit to it" he tells her.
With a whimper she goes over the desk.
He pulls out the paddle and tells her "I was hoping we would be using this for fun not punishment"
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
She is kicking her feet as he tells her "you got a long way to go" CRACK CRACK CRACK he gives her a second to catch her breath CRACK CRACK CRACK
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
On the last lick she tries to come off the table "DON'T YOU MOVE" is all it takes, she loweres herself back onto the table.CRACK CRACK CRACK
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
"You will think twice before you ever disobey me again. CRACK CRACK CRACK
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
now back to that corner" he tells her.
She is relived as she thinks her punishment is over. boy was she wrong
after a few minutes he calls her back to the table.
upon realizing the spanking is not over her eyes fill with tears.
"YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF YOU KNOW" he tells her.
"Yes sir" she almost whispers
"Very well, lets get it finished" that's when she saw what was to finish her spanking, his heavy wide leather strap.
He lectured her the whole time he spanked her....SMACK "you will not break rules" SMACK "do you understand me" SMACK "You could have been killed" SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK
Then it ended
. He helped her to the bed where she laid down on her belly.
As he smoothed her dark hair from her face, she promised to never disobey him again.
Once a princess always a princess
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Yellaslug
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Post Number: 1
Registered: 05-2007
| | Posted on Tuesday, May 08, 2007 - 03:44 pm: |
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"Go get the chair" he said as we walked through the front door. "I can't believe how you behaved tonight"
"But honey.." I start to say even as I walk to get the chair and place it in the middle of our living room.
"No buts, Just because you got a gutter ball does NOT mean you are allowed to swear like that. There were children present. Now, go get me the paddle and the brush."
Hearing that tone of his voice, I know better than to try to plead, I just go get the required implements and bring them back to the living room. When I see him already seated in the chair, a feeling of dread comes over me.
Meekly, I hand him the tools of my correction, and stand there with my head down awaiting further instruction.
"Good Girl, at least you're being obedient now, even if you weren't earlier," He says as his eyes tell me that he's sorry He has to do this, but all the same, he reaches over and unfastens my jeans button and zipper. "Pull your pants down and then get yourself over my lap"
I sniffle as I wriggle the tight jeans over my abundant hips and then down to my knees. The fact that he has not told me to take my panties down too means that I'm in for a long spanking not just a hard one.
Once I've draped myself over his lap, he begins to scold me, but I don't really hear much. I make the required responses in the right places but other than that, can only think of how sorry I'm going to be in just a few minutes. Eventually, after what seems like hours, I feel the paddle laid across my back for further use and the brush further up on my shoulders. This means I can't wiggle too much, cuz if they fall, I"m REALLY in for it.
Suddenly I feel his had on my bottom, rubbing slightly, then a quick flurry of Smacks from his palm descent on my proffered rear.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOW!!" I holler, "That hurts!"
"It's supposed to hurt, you obviously need to learn to better control your temper and by extension your mouth, so its going to hurt for a while."
'Smack smack smack' his had says all over my bottom. His hand continues to fall for an eternity, then a brief pause, I have started really sniffling by now, but though my bottom is stinging, I'm not yet crying much. That is, until I feel him pick up the paddle from my back, "NOOOOOOOOOOO! Not that! PLEASE not that! I promise I'll never swear again! Please Don't spank me with the paddle!" I wail.
"You will not only be getting the paddle, you will also be getting the paddle on your bare bottom, Now lift your hips so I can bare this nice pink bottom for the next portion of its punishment."
Starting to sniffle harder I nonetheless comply so I don't have to get the belt. I HATE the belt, more than I hate the paddle or even the brush.
I feel the cool air of the air conditioner blow on my now naked rear and then the soft 'pat pat pat' of the paddle as he takes aim, then a hundred bees sting into my unprotected rear as the paddle slams into my flesh. 'whack whack whack whack whack whack whack whack whack' he peppers me with firm stinking swats all over my ample posterior.
"I'M SORRY! I'll never swear ever again. I promise. I'll be a model citizen. OUCH OUCH OOOOOW!" I cry as the sobs finally start and the tears flow freely down my cheeks.
"Thats(whack) what you (smack) Said (smack whack spank) last time and I let you off with the warning (whack whack whack) this is what would happen." he said unsympathetically. Now, you are paying the penalty and its time to switch to the brush, your backside is a lovely shade of red, now we're going to get it to match your favorite sweater."
At this news, I set up a wordless howl and get ten hard swats on the backs of my thighs for my trouble.
"Calm down, you knew this was coming, you can cry, but not scream."
Finally, he picks the brush off my shoulders, and says "You're going to get 30 with the brush then 40 more with the paddle, you can cry and kick a little, but if you kick to high, I'll place some on your thighs and they wont count. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir." I say through sobs.
I did earn a few extras on my thighs, but eventually it was over and I cried for about 5 minutes over his lap. Then he picked me up and cuddled me for a few minutes before telling me, "Alright, off to your corner and keep your pants and panties down around your ankles."
At this news I started sobbing again, but he stood me on my feet, and gave me a swat to hurry me along, and I stood in the corner, arms folded behind my back and wishing I was allowed to rub.
After 15 minutes he asked me "do you know why I had to spank you like that?"
"Yes, sir, because I was irresponsible for swearing when there were other people and even children present."
"and...?"
"And because I know better than to lose my temper anywhere."
"Good, you may come out of the corner now and put the things away, but first, take of your pants and panties, you'll be going bare the rest of the evening, so next time you'll think about what you say before you say it." |
Minerva
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Registered: 06-2006
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He stared straight at me, his eyes concerned. "You work too hard, Therese Eileen Stevens. I keep telling you to delegate, and to take breaks. Trust some of the work to Von and me, if you can't trust it to anyone else." He is not angry. He's worried. Worried for me. It's sweet, and it's maddening. Especially as I'm supposed to be an ex-nun, and he is very recently divorced. I don't know how I'm meant to feel about him.
I turn to face hime, closing the folder I was working with. "I know, Mitch. There's just so much to do. The ward's under threat, and Von's an EN, so the RNs just don't give her the level of respect her experience deserves. And you're all over the place, I can't delegate to you!" By now I'm giggling. So is he, for that matter.
I know my hairbrush has gone limp in his hands. It would not have even been a serious spanking anyway, just a reminder to take things easy for once. But I can see his resolve to even hold the pretence of discipline ebbing away as he shakes with laughter.
"Oh, Terri, Terri. Always you find excuses!" he gasps, reaching out to grab my arms and lifting me easily over the top of my desk. He pulls out the chair, and sits calmly, as though we were having a simple meeting. I move to close the door, feeling nervous for the first time in some weeks, before turning to face him, twisting the edges of my jacket in my fingers.
"Ah Sullivan. Calm down, everything's going to be fine." He's right of course. And the old pet name is usually soothing. So why, oh WHY, am I still nervous? Why have I got a flock of butterflies fluttering around my epigastric region? (Medical term- means belly)
"Come here, Sullivan." Mitch calls me, his voice calm and even. I am severely overworked, he knows that, all he wants to do is remind me to not let myself get so overwhelmed by it in the future, even if that means asking for help. I move towards him, reaching out witn my left hand. He takes it, gently, and draws me easily across his lap.
I think Mitch's patting my bottom is supposed to be reassuring, but all it really does is make me more nervous. He lifts his right hand and brings it down firmly over the seat of my skirt. Not for the first time today, I am glad I decided not to wear trousers to work. Easier to rearrange myself, later. Also, less embarassing.
I squeak. My usual initial protest. The squeak does not mean much, simply discomfort. The discomfort mounts as the spanks continue, slow and steady, firm and even. Force is neither needed, nor used. After all, this is not a punishment, merely a reminder. I remember the look on Von's face earlier, and realise that if Mitch wasn't, she probably would! DATING, or BONKING the boss is a social faux pas, but how the bloody hell do you respond to getting SPANKED by an employee? Or by someone you're in charge of?
The idle thoughts are chased from my mind by Mitch's low voice. "Therese, we love you, all of us. Definitely not the same way, but let's not go there. We are all concerned for your wellbeing, and when you let yourself get this severely stressed and overworked it reflects on the entire department, not just on you. You're a sensible woman and an excellent administrator, I know you can know that. What you need to accept is that not even you can do everything, and it's time you stopped trying to."
Normally I would have a ready comeback. Normally I wouldn't let someone boss me about. But he's not, it's not even a lecture. It's just sheer common sense, and it's starting to get on my nerves!
I don't get the chance to think about it for long though, as Mitch's next spank lands on my bare bottom, and I suddenly notice the weight of the material on my back. While I've been musing, the bugger has managed to bare my bum, and without me noticing. Once again, I squeak in protest.
"Hush, Terri. And stop thinking about work! Will you EVER learn?!" To most, the tone is exasperation. I know him better. He's joking. Or a little frustrated, but nothing major. I notice he's picked up the brush, and he's just lightly tapping it. Now this I REALLY hate, and I tell him so.
"Calm down, baby. I just want to make sure I have your attention," Mitch says, laughing at my put out look. "Well, you've definitely got that. You may not like my attention in a bit, mind!" A brave attempt at being ominous. NUM Sullivan is ominous. Terri just wants to go to bed! (YOU, MIND, GUTTER, OUT!!!!!!!!!- That goes for the lot of you!)I'm tired.
I know he's nearly finished, though. When he starts with the brush, it always means he's nearly finished An even three dozen swats. 36. Ironically, although not coincidentally, also my age. Just a slightly firmer reminder not to do it again.
And of course, he has to say that if I do it again, he will repeat the spanking. He always saya that. So why the bloody hell don't I pay attention? Great. Bloody great. Now I'm arguing with myself. I feel myself tense. I'd forgotten how much that damned brush stings.
"Sullivan. Sullivan." I think Mitch is trying to get my attention. I know I'm either doing this weird closed-jaw scream, or whimpering. Both seem to worry my colleagues, and Mitch. For different reasons, I hope. The reactions, that is, not the people. (Gutter-brains, the lot of you!) "Terri, you worry too much. Calm down, girl. You think too much. I thought I just gave you the consequences of getting overstressed, do you want another dose?" I think he's joking. I HOPE he's joking. Ah, he's sniggering. Yes, he's joking.
"Mitch!" Half almost snarl, half groan. He laughs. "Hush, Sullivan. Let your brain disengage for a bit, let me do the thinking." Once again the closed-jaw scream. "NNNGGHH" I think that's what it sounds like. Anyhow, it sounds frustrated. And a turmoil of other emotions too, of course.
He helps me up, first replacing my knickers and then letting my skirt fall back down. Almost compulsively I pull at the hem, until he takes my left hand again. "I'm here, Sullivan. I'm here. Everything's normal, you know that."
And of course he's right. He only ever calls me Stevens when he wants to tell me off seriously about something, or when he wants to make an important point. Otherwise, I am always Sullivan. I wonder if that will ever change. I wonder if I ever want it too. I snarl in frustration, as I realise I am beginning to sound like a teenager in love. Mitch just giggles again. |
Badgirl
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Post Number: 294
Registered: 11-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, May 09, 2007 - 03:32 pm: |
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A discipline limerick
There once was a girl who was naughty
And occasionally she could be haughty
She went over his knee
Got the paddle times three
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Prissietl
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Username: Prissietl
Post Number: 172
Registered: 07-2006
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"Shit I'm late" Lexie thinks to herself as she enters the restaurant. "of all times to be late."
Funny, tonight was a night just such things were going to be addressed.
Tonight was to be the first of what would be monthly meetings between her and her good friend Chris.
Chris is a wonderful man a great friend who has agreed to help Lexie keep herself in check and well behaved.
Once a month they would meet and go over the list he asked her to keep and things would be handled according to list.
it had seemed like a good plan at the time , now she not so sure as cow size butterflies swim through her whole body.
As she enters the restaurant she sees him from across the room , he looks at her then at his watch then back to Lexie.
"Shit" she thinks to herself again
"You know your irresponsibility drives me crazy" Chris tells her as they sit waiting for their diner.
"I know, but i don't do it on purpose" she tells him
"that's what you always say" he comes back
"Let's just enjoy our diner we'll talk about it over drinks"
"Lexie wanted to talk about it now, but she just looedk at Chris and nodded.
"Not hungry" he asks her when he noticed she had not eaten much
"No not really"
" Have you lost you mind,...... what are you doing, ........are you crazy"........all these thoughts were going through her head as they walked up to her room.
She knew that once she entered there would be not turning back, Chris would be a whole different person. fair but firm, very firm.
Chris had lodged ed the door open so Lexie didn't have to knock. she let herself in and closed and locked the door behind her.
"Come here Alexis" the sound of her full name grabbed her attention, she almost jumped at the sound of his voice.
Lexie walks slowly into the room where Chris is waiting.
"Lexie you know how much i care about you, don't you"? he asked
"yes"
A simple look told her that was not the right answer
"yes sir" she answered in a soft voice eyes to the floor
"Lexie look at me,........ do you trust me? he asked
Lexie looked into his eyes "yes, i do" she told him
"Good," Chris then sit down on the bed and called Lexie to his left side.
Looking at Lexie, Chris can see the panic in her eyes, but he is so proud of her for being so brave.
Chris pulls Lexie across his lap, she is very tall and it take him a moment to get her just right.
he rests one hand on her back and with his left brings it down hard.
"SHIT" Lexie thinks to herself and before she can think anything else...smack another hard one.
Lexie drew in her breath with each smack trying her best not to cry out.
"Enough of this loose the pants" Chris tells her as he helps her to her feet.
without a word Lexie lowers her jeans. "just take them all the way off" he then tells her
Then its back over his lap, smack smack smack smack
"OW" that hurt!" Lexie yells
"YES I know" is all he said
then SMACK SMACK SMACK 4 more very fast and twice as hard.
OOOWWWW CHRIS NO NOT SO HARD, IT HURTS she told him
SMACK SMACK
NO CHRIS I MEAN IT STOPPP!!' Lexie cried as she put her hand back to try to protect her butt.
"OH YOU DID NOT JUST DO THAT" Chris said he grabed her arm and held it to the small of her back.
"PLEASE CHRIS, THAT'S ENOUGH"
"Honey we have just started and if you don't behave your just making it harder on yourself. SMACK SMACK SMACK "NOW BE A GOOD GIRL AND BE STILL" he told her
Shit Shit SHIT!!! is all she can think, as she feels her panties being pulled down.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. "Now off to that corner you go" Chris told her indicating the corner he wanted her in.
She always thought she would be such a handful very sassy in Chris's prescience but it was the opposite without one word she walked to the corner.
Chris loved the power of dominating such a strong willed woman like Lexie
"Stop that fidgeting" Chris told her it worked for about 3 minutes
he then said "I said to stand STILL" that had a little more of an effect.
Lexie tried to stand very still, she could hear Chris doing something she found out what when he told her to turn back around.
"Come here" he told her but she couldn't take her eyes off of his hand and what is in it.
"NOW LEXIE"
Lexie jumps but she starts to walk slowly to him
he then told her "PUT YOUR HANDS ON THE END OF THE BED AND BEND OVER"
it was a very firm command that did not have to be repeated.
Why are you being punished Lexie?? chris asked her
For my irresponsibility, she answered
"And"?
For my tardiness"
"AND"
"Speeding"
"AND"
"Not being able to control my temper" Lexi was some handful
"That's right" he told her
WOOSH WOOSH WOOSH WOOSH
OWWWWWWWWWWWWW ....she haven't even seen it coming the belt
WOOSH on that one she is up off the bed trying to pull away.
Chris just keeps swinging.
"DANCE ALL YOU WANT TO LITTLE GIRL, YOU CAN'T GET AWAY is all he said
That damn belt, he was right it could reach you even if you tried to get away
around and around they went Lexie jumping and squealing and Chris swinging and laughing.
ENOUGH...COME HERE GET ON THIS BED" he tells her.
"NOW"
She doesn't have to be told again
he had placed 2 pillows on the bed
"THERE ON THE BED HANDS ON THE FLOOR" he tells her
Lexie quickly does as she is told
I'M SO SORRY CHRIS I WILL BE GOOD PLEASE LET IT BE OVER" she tells him
"I WILL DECIDE WHEN ITS OVER YOUNG LADY NOT YOU" is all he said
with that he lands the brush CRACKooowwwwwwww CRACKoowwwwwwww
crackOOWWWWWWWWWW CHHHRISSSSS NNOOOOOO
CRACK CRACK CRACK
"OH CHRIS PLEASE STOP I'M DONE I'M DONE" CRACK PLEASEEEEEEEE" Lexie almost screams out
CRACK CRACK CRACK
CRACK CRACK CRACK
The spanking stops, he feels her body shaking, and knows she is crying
"Is it over" she asked him in a very soft voice
"Yes baby its over" he tells her as she sits on the bed he pulls her close
she is crying in full not embarrassed by the emotion.
"Here baby" he says as he rolls her over and starts to rub her very red butt
"You are a good girl" he tells her
she nuzzles up almost puring
"Thank you for caring enough about me to punish me" she tells him
"Anytime little girl, anytime,
Once a princess always a princess
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Minerva
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Username: Minerva
Post Number: 4
Registered: 06-2006
| | Posted on Thursday, May 10, 2007 - 08:39 am: |
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Shit. I'm in trouble again. And with no-one to help me, I guess I'll just have to deal with it myself. I take out my hairbrush, and my belts. I have two, a thin, rainbow plastic one, and a thicker green and brown leather one.
I start with my hand, swinging as often and as hard as I can. I need the release, even though it isn't coming. I don't get any release for some time.
I snarl in frustration, and switch to the brush, swinging hard and fast. It stings and burns, but I still don't feel any better. I keep swinging for a few minutes, then switch to the plastic backed belt.
I don't have the same flexibility with the belt, but it does hurt enough to allow some relief. I swing as fast, and as hard, as I can, for some minutes, before starting to use the brown belt.
Finally I experience something remotely like release. It is the closest I ever get to release, and it is blessed. The pain of the brown belt allows me to finally release the guilt of the last space of time between sessions, and I am finally able to cry, even though the tears are short-lived.
Breathing heavily, I flop down onto the bed. I am exhausted, but I do feel a bit better for this session. Of course, it will be less than a month before I have to repeat it, but that can wait until it happens. |
Minerva
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Username: Minerva
Post Number: 5
Registered: 06-2006
| | Posted on Thursday, May 10, 2007 - 09:15 am: |
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He swings the cane at my shins, laughing madly. I dance away from him, giggling like a schoolgirl. He drops the cane, and picks up his long strap. Now I know he means business. When we work with the cane, he is playing. But that strap means business, and don't I know it.
The strap shoots out, catching my thighs. I freeze in position, shaking. Tears start forming in the corners of my eyes.
The strap catches my bottom, this time. And again. ANd four mour times, and I am crying. Crying quite hard.
He keeps going. 15 more whacks with the strap, 21 in total, and he drops it. It clatters to the floor. I don't know how I manage to stand, still. Perhaps it is strength from an old experience.
He moves towards me. "Sweetheart. Hush, child. Breathe in, then out. Slow deep breaths, good girl." The usual words. Not helping, not fucking helping. I continue to shudder.
He reaches out, wrapping a soft blanket around me. "I'm here, love. I've got you." He is lifting me, carrying me across to the bed, helping me lie down.
The last thing a know, before sleeps overcomes me, is that he is still sroking my hair. This is one of the few compensations of one of our sessions, and I allow myself to enjoy it. |
Sarahdog
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Username: Sarahdog
Post Number: 1
Registered: 05-2007
| | Posted on Thursday, May 10, 2007 - 01:52 pm: |
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A brush and a chair by the bed
Have been there since the day they were wed
To turn up the heat
He warms up her seat
When he’s done then she’s down giving head |
Rawhide
New member
Username: Rawhide
Post Number: 15
Registered: 04-2007
| | Posted on Thursday, May 10, 2007 - 03:11 pm: |
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Sarahdog,
Nice poem for those of us that love to rhyme!} |
Rawhide
New member
Username: Rawhide
Post Number: 16
Registered: 04-2007
| | Posted on Thursday, May 10, 2007 - 03:39 pm: |
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THE PUNISHMENT
I am sitting here at my computer,
wondering what I'm going to do to her.
She was caught smoking,
her punishment, she won't be joking.
She closed the door behind her,
and entered the room.
She handed me the paper,
awaiting her impending doom!
"You are going to suffer pain,
for the rules you have broken”.
Bend over the desk,
if not, I'll give you the cane!"
She bent over, hands on the table,
I lifted her skirt up over her ass.
Down her panties slid over her knees,
and as far as I was able.
I spread her legs apart,
lips staring me in the face.
Soon the paddle came out,
and the spanking would start.
The crash was loud, "I heard a scream",
her naked flesh turning bright red.
Down came another, really hard,
too many more she will dread.
Fluid was leaking from her lips,
between her red ass and hips.
I put my hand on her back,
so she could not stop the next attack.
She squirmed and wriggled to and fro,
what I am to use next, she did not know.
WHACK,WHACK,WHACK,WHACK!,
my wooden brush was on the attack!
She screamed with all her might,
and she put up a pretty good fight!
But the wooden brush was too strong,
she will not last for very long!
Her ass was as red as the sun,
pain searing down her legs.
I was having a lot of fun,
but: “STOP, she pleads and begs!”.
After fifty hits or more,
her ass was way beyond sore!
I stopped to feel her wetness down below,
turned on, this told me so!
“You have not had enough,
now it is time to get tough!”.
“You may think this is too soon,
but now you are going to get the spoon!”.
“Bend over the wooden chair,
hang onto the legs below!”.
“Get your ass high in the air,
or I’ll make your ass that of your red hair!”.
She tells me she could not take any more,
and screamed and begged me to do no more.
But I silenced her cries with a SMACK!,
the wooden spoon was on the attack!
STING STING STING STING,
purple marks left their trail!
I hit her sweet spot down below,
her legs closed as the heat began to grow!
“Spread your legs, drop them to the floor,
or I will make you beg from getting more!”.
Tears were rolling down her cheeks,
from the pain she hadn’t had in weeks!
Her whole body began to quiver,
wetness below, that of a river!
I picked her up off the chair,
her whole body began to shiver.
I knew she had reached her peak,
and cheated me out of the pain she was to get.
So I whispered into her ear:
“There is more coming my dear!”.
She refused to do what was my plan,
so down came my heavy hand!
I spanked her so hard,
her ass cheeks looked charred!
She begged me to stop,
her head began to spin.
I threw her over the table,
spread her legs and tied her to the top.
Her hands were gripping the table,
holding on for all she was able.
White knuckles gripping with fright,
this spanking was to go on all night!
“You may think I am insane,
but now you are going to feel the “CANE!”.
Tears, fear, fright, dread all on her face,
I could see her heart begin to race!
“Now you will see what REAL PAIN is my dear,
for the CANE raises your red skin”.
There is no mercy here,
for the WELTS and PAIN, will beg for you to give in!
“Your punishment is twenty strokes,
and that should do the job!”.
She asked me why such a high measure,
“I said: “Because you took from it, PLEASURE!”.
THE END IS BY MY HAND! |
Pegus
New member
Username: Pegus
Post Number: 7
Registered: 05-2007
| | Posted on Thursday, May 10, 2007 - 09:40 pm: |
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It was January and already dark at 5PM. It was raining and I was trying to rush by staying off the freeway and taking the canyon. "Damn California drivers, why didn't they learn to drive in the rain", I thought.
Jasmine had called on my lunch break and left a message for me to meet her at her place at 6:30. I hadn't been with Jasmine in more than a week which was far to long. Even though I knew I would punished whether I was late or not I had to at least play my part and make an attempt to be on time.
I found a parking place a block from her apartment. It was pouring rain now and I cursed my self for leaving my umbrella at the office.
It was 6:40 when I got to her door which was left ajar. I was drenched,hair soaked makeup running and totally out of breath from running in my heels. She was sitting on couch watching the news on TV. She wore only a sheer camisole and panties. No matter how many times I see Jasmine I am awed by her mear presence. Tonight was no different. Beautiful brunette hair, brown eyes, perect figure. "Born to make love to the camera", I thought. The camisole fell over her firm breasts revealing her large brown nipples. On the couch next to Jasmine was a red leather riding crop. Now I was wet in all the right places.
Without looking from TV she said simply, "you're late". I started to explain about the traffic but she interupted, "excuses bore me, go shower and change into something of mine for the evening".
Her eyes never left the TV. |
Midnytedreams
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Username: Midnytedreams
Post Number: 3
Registered: 05-2007
| | Posted on Friday, May 11, 2007 - 09:30 am: |
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I enter the shop and see that two woman are by themselves looking at the novelties and lingerie in the store, with the lone female cashier behind her counter. I walk up to the counter and tell her My name and ask if My package has arrived yet I special ordered. she looks on the computer and says yes and goes to get it, as I wait I feel the womans eyes on Me,
Knowing they are curious to know what I bought. The salewoman appears from the back with My package lays it on the counter and says that I should know there is a no return policy on special orders. I nod and say will check it out before I pay the balance then, I reach down open the box, the women in the store are curious to see what is inside,as I open the wrapping My new prize is before My and the cashiers eyes.
Three feet long with wide leather straps thirty in all thick with a mother of pearl handle and a plate engraved and inbedded in the handle of silver SK, I see the cashier's eyes as she looks upon it and can see the secret she holds within, I look from the box and straight into her eyes as I say ,"Do you like it" I see her eyes cast downward as she barely speaks ,"yes Sir" . My instinct was right submissive she is.
I take the whip out of the box and grasp the length in both hands testing its measure. The ladys in the store looked shocked as it is brought in view, ones lip quivers as she asks to see it more closely, I say come here and they both as if hypnotized come closer, the saleswoman is just watching as I watch her breathing increase and her face blush, one of the woman tentively reaches out to touch it. they stroke the leather now both have touched it, as I say to truely appreciate it it must be felt on the bare skin as it lands as I take the whip and swipe it across My lower arm.
It is the only thing heard in the store as it smacks down, they look on as I hold it by the handle and it drapes down My leg . the one woman asks what I intend to do with it is it just for show. I tell her " No , it is for a deserving female" they tremble before Me as I imagine they have never seen a True Dominant male only read of them in romance novels. I hear the saleswomans voice low and cracked as she says " Is everything to your satisfaction Sir. with the imphasis on Sir. I ask if she would allow Me to go in back and see if it was as sturdy as it looked, She looks at the women and says she will be right back, she then said "after you Sir"
We walked into the back I looked around and saw boxs and boxs then turned and looked at her and said "Are you owned " as her eyes lowered and she instinctively placed her hands behind her back she said "No Sir" Then she heard Me say "you will do".
I took her by the wrist and placed her by the box ,she wore a sweater and skirt I turned her and placed her over the boxes lifted her skirt and discovered to My delight she was bare underneath and took her sweater and placed it over her shoulders and leaned over her and placed the whip across her so the lashes draped her ass and said " is this what you desire" the tremble that went through her body was felt through the whip as she whispered "Yes Sir".
I started out slow and light so her skin would sensitize to the leather 20 lashes in all then reached between her legs and felt the heat and wettness coming forth from her body then took her face in My hand and said "Do you desire more". with quivering lip she said "i desire to please you Sir" I then gave her 20 more lashes.
As the lashes fell I heard a gasp from behind us and saw both women standing in the doorway I calmly helped her to her feet and straightened her clothes and then walked right past the women and to the counter. I placed the whip back in the box and waited first the two woman entered then the salewoman , she asked "will there be anything else Sir" and I said "Yes" , and closed the box and handed her My card and the rest of the money for the purchase, You will deliver this to the address on the card when you get off. Then turned and walked out the door without it. |
Blushingbride
Spanko
Username: Blushingbride
Post Number: 98
Registered: 10-2006
| | Posted on Friday, May 11, 2007 - 07:21 pm: |
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I walk up the stairs in the morning, trying to be quiet. I know hubby is sleeping, and as frazzled as I am, I don't want to wake him so early.
I slip into the bathroom to change and wash up for bed, after a very long night at the hospital. As I climb into bed, you turn towards me. "How was work?"
That's all it takes. I start crying. "Horrible," is all I can manage through the tears.
You hold me for a long time, allowing me to cry out all the frustrations of the shift. As I start to calm you ask me if I'm going to be able to sleep. I shrug in response.
You shift, then draw me over your lap. "Let's see if I can help with that."
I hear the drawer in the bedside table open and close, but can't tell what you've grabbled.
With hard slow strokes you begin spanking me, and I can tell it's the wooden spatula. as the spanking continues, I start wimpering. With each spank you seem to be striking harder at my now blushing backside.
You continue to spank, with slow hard strokes until I am struggling and kicking and then I feel it. The release of all the tension from work. It hits me suddenly, out of no where. I stop struggling, stop complaining. You continue for a few more strokes, and then I hear you put the spatula down.
You rub my red and sore butt for a moment, but then assist me to roll back off your lap. "I love you" I hear you whisper as I slip off to sleep. |
Badgirl
Advanced Spanko
Username: Badgirl
Post Number: 301
Registered: 11-2005
| | Posted on Friday, May 11, 2007 - 10:46 pm: |
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You come home and find me in front of the television, the empty package of cookies in front of me. I can feel my heart quicken, and I know the guilt is apparent in my eyes. I shouldn't have eaten that package of cookies. I should have been reading my school stuff.
"Didn't you have work to do?" you ask in a tone that really requires no response.
I try to justify, explain what a hard day I have had, but you will hear none of it.
"Assume the position"
I stop trying to explain and bend over the couch. You start with your hand, a dozen or two solid whacks, I know this is just the beginning. You look around and see a ruler I should have been using to draw graphs.
"How long have you been avoiding you homework, little girl?" Although I am neither little nor a girl any longer. But unlike the grown strong woman I have become, I accede to this treatment. "I shall spank you with this ruler for as long as you have been watching TV"
I cannot manage for that long, he knows that. So this will be multiple sessions long. He starts with the ruler, unyielding and harsh he makes contact. Over anv over again. Every second or two i can hear the ruler whistle through the air, a warning to the searing pain in my bottom.
After 15 minutes you stop. I am sobbing, and truly sorry. You hold me for a moment, and then tell me that we will be doing this every day for the next 5 days, for a total of 1.5 hours.
Then you send me off to start my schoolwork. I do it lying on my belly, as my rump is still burning, and inconsolable.
But I focus very well.  |
Sarahdog
New member
Username: Sarahdog
Post Number: 2
Registered: 05-2007
| | Posted on Saturday, May 12, 2007 - 04:24 pm: |
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A gal with a man who was shy
‘bout kissing the lips ‘tween her thighs.
So she beat with a belt
‘Till he willingly knelt.
Now on request he happily dives. |
Buenaventura
Supreme Spanko
Username: Buenaventura
Post Number: 632
Registered: 04-2006
| | Posted on Saturday, May 12, 2007 - 08:33 pm: |
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Meeting the different planes and getting everybody into their different rooms was finally finished.My dream had at last been realized.Everybody from the den had finally gotten organized and come down to Guatemala.Now next morning it was time to show them Antigua and get them into seperate ruin sites so that they could be spanked by their spanking partners in an exotic and safe setting.
Bethie had really helped a lot along with Shylah Fanny and Tammy.Surprisingly Badlady had helped a lot having come down with out her partner.Of course Prissie had been invaluable as my old friend who knew me well and had already been to Guate she and Eric could even guide a little.Next morning after breakfest we got everybody into their rental cars and told them where we,d meet up in Antigua.This a an almost 500 year old city destroyed in two earthquakes in 1773.and now called the colonial city of the americas
It has many ruins churches convents and houses and stables.
Finally assembled in the parque central(central park)I sent the small groups off to the different ruins for their first spankings.My spanking partner was off on vacation with her husband and son visiting europe.When it was just badlady and I. I said well young lady that just leaves us doesn,t it?I,ve been wanting to spank you for a very long time my dear.Now taking her by the hand we walked to the abandoned cathedral and climb slowly into the belfry.Every once in a while she glanced at me a little nervously. I just smiled and led her further up.At last we arrived.The view was magnificent.We could see the vulcan de agua(the water vulcano that had exploded so many centuries before burying Guatemala,s first capital city in water and mud.That,s when they had built Antigua but had no luck here either what with the two earthquakes that destryed the city.What a beautiful majestic vulcano it is.I had climbed it last year with my kids and loved it very much.What a backdrop for the spanking that badlady was going to get!I had decided on a hand spanking first and then my belt.I took her hand and looked her in the eye saying ok kid it,s finally time for what you,ve been looking forward to for all this time.I pulled her over to a huge rock and as I sat on it pulled her over my knee.I settled her down over my lap and pulled her a little closer so I,d have both cheeks in range.Then my hand came down on her butt whack amd then the other cheek whack!I rubbed her cheeks and then again whack whack whack whack!!She started wriggling and showing signs of dicomfort.i continued for 5 mins.putting a little more oomph into each spank.She started protesting no please Buena I promise I,ll take more time for myself I really will.Why is it that I don,t believe you young lady?I asked You,ve got yourself into a bundle of nerves from trying to always do everything yourself.Now until I have a promise that I can believe this will continue.Then I started raining spanks down on her ass quickly one after the other.For ten mins.I continued then told her to stand up.When she was up I reached over and loosed her belt then the button on her shorts and pulled them down to her knees.No Buena please no don,t take my panties off.Without listening I reached over and pulled her panties down too.Then pulling my belt off I took her hand and turning her sideways started whipping her with my belt.YOW she said Ow Ow no please I promise to do what you say.After a dozen more hard hits with the strap and her dancing around the belfry I asked her are you ready to start letting other people help you when you have an overload of work??Yes Buena yes please stop please.Well as this is the first day in Guate we,ll leave it at that for now but I think you need a little more correction as we go along on this trip.She rearranged her clothes and we hurried down the stairs and out to the street to see that the other couples wwere starting to stroll into the park in front of us This afternoons lunch should bring some good stories of what they,d seen and who had gotten spanked and where.(To be continued= |
Badgirl
Advanced Spanko
Username: Badgirl
Post Number: 312
Registered: 11-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, May 12, 2007 - 11:39 pm: |
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I walk down the street
My thoughts they are deep
It's not so far
I don't need the car
It's gotten quite cold
On my cell, on hold
If I could just get this done
I could go have some fun
My nose is bright red
And my fingers feel dead
They've gone all white
Shoot, you were right
You said take my coat
I said "that won't float
I have to look right
For this meeting tonight"
I'm cold and I'm running
muzak still humming
I don't check the street
I don't hear the beep
I see the car swerve
I jump back to the curb
I drop my phone, crack!
can't get a signal back
You jump out of car
"How did you get this far?
You're freezing and stupid
I told you I'd do it"
"Now don't argue, get in,
I'll drive you, and back agin"
But when we are home
And we are alone
My skirt over my hips
put your hand to my lips
"not a sound, sweetiepie
you don't get to cry"
"You were stubborn and wrong"
you pick up the tong
and whack 1,2,3
stars do i see.
But you are not done
This battle not won
This lesson not learnt
So much more hurt.
"You could have died!
Let me help you," you cried.
And the ruler lands true
In ten sets of two
And then comes the shoe
I don't know what to do
I kick and I fight
But you hold me down tight
"Stupid!" you say
"You scared me today."
"I won't do it again,"
I say to you then.
A couple more whacks,
then you get the ice packs
and hold me while I
can finally cry. |
Lil_bit
New member
Username: Lil_bit
Post Number: 6
Registered: 05-2007
| | Posted on Sunday, May 13, 2007 - 08:02 pm: |
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We pulled into the driveway and he shut off the motorcycle. “Go upstairs and get undressed and wait for me”. he says. I start to protest “Honey please” but one look from him and I run into the house. I here him come into the house behind me but he doesn’t follow me yet. I take off all my clothes and sit on the edge of the bed going over how I got myself into this predicament.
It started out such a great day. We were with a bunch of friends drinking and having a good time. One of his friends asked me if I’d like to go for a ride. Not thinking of the rules he set for me, I just hopped on the motorcycle and went. Well this friend didn’t ride very good so with everyone watching we hit a pothole and laid the motorcycle over. Of course with a few drinks in me everything is funny so all I could do is sit there and laugh. I was still laughing as people came running to see if we were ok. Then I saw his face. He had that “Now you’ve really done it” look. He reaches down and pulls me to my feet and pushes me in front of him to our motorcycle. Several hard spanks land on the seat of my jeans making me move faster knowing that everyone can see what he‘s doing. I say “honey no one was hurt what’s the problem”. He just looks at me and says “we’ll “discuss” it when we get home“.
So as I sit here reflecting on the day it dawns on me I broke one of his most serious rules. I was never to ride on a bike with anyone but him. He made this rule for safety and I know I have really blown it. I already have tears running down my cheeks as he comes into the room “Honey I am so sorry” I say. “I know you are but that doesn‘t change the fact that you are going to be punished and its going to be hard” he says. He comes to sit on the bed next to me “You know why I make these rules for you” he looks me in the eyes “You could have been seriously hurt or even killed!” I lower my eyes to the floor wishing a big whole would appear and swallow me. I hate how much I have disappointed him. “I wasn’t thinking honey I just wanted to, I’m so sorry” As tears run down my face he says “You have more than earned this spanking and I‘m going to make sure it’s one you don‘t forget ”. He pulls me over his lap and without another word and begins a series of smacks, Over and over up one side and down the other. From the top of my butt to the middle of my thighs. He especially likes the tops of my thighs. “Owie honey please!!! That really hurts.” “Its supposed to hurt” he says and continues on his journey. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK five in a row on each thigh. Then up one side and down the other. By now I am sobbing, it hurts so much. As he spanks he lectures “You” SMACK “are never” Smack “going to” Smack “forget” Smack “the this rule again” SMACK, SMACK, SMACK “If this takes all night I’ll make sure of it.” Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack his hand comes down again and again. I’m frantically wiggling to try to avoid his hand but he has a tight grip. “Oh pleeease I cant take any more. I’m sorry, so sorry. I’ll never ever, ever forget again”. Suddenly he stops and rests his hand of my lower back. “I was so scared when I saw you on the back of that motorcycle” he says “I knew he couldn’t ride very well and that something was going to happen. I will see that bike going over in my dreams for a long time” Those words sink in and I feel so bad about disappointing him I just lay there over his lap sobbing. “I want you to know I am only doing this because I love you” he says. “I want you to lean over the bed for me” “Please can’t you be done, I hurt so bad already?”. “No I want to make sure that you remember this for a long time. You are going to get the strap and then it will be all over” he says. “Oh pleeeease, not that. I hate that thing. Don’t you think this is enough.” I sob. He stands me up and points to the bed knowing I won’t disobey him. I lean over the edge of the bed on my tip toes and put my hands in front of me and hang on to the bedspread. I close my eyes knowing this is really going to hurt but I really deserve it.. He raises the strap and brings is down on my already fiery bottom. All I can do is let out one long scream after another as the strap lands again and again. Finally after what seems like hours he stops. I just lay there crying. He pulls me up into his arms to cuddle and tell me how much he loves me and doesn’t want to lose me. I tell him again how sorry I am and that I love him too. We sit this way for a long time then he lays me into bed and covers me whispering “all is forgiven” |
Rawhide
New member
Username: Rawhide
Post Number: 19
Registered: 04-2007
| | Posted on Monday, May 14, 2007 - 08:47 am: |
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INTO THE WOODS
The young man had a fantasy and she had the same. So, he drove out to a wooded area
and parked in a secluded spot. He took the bag from the car and they walked about a
mile into the woods. There was soft moss on the ground and a log that had fallen.
"Perfect, he said!" She gave him a smile and knew what he was going to do to her!
She was wearing a flimsy dress with silk laced panties underneath. He motioned for
her to bend over the fallen log. She got scared and refused. So out of the bag he pulled
a pair of hand cuffs. He grasped her hands and put them behind her back and locked the
cuffs into place. She struggled to get free but the cuffs just got tighter! Then he shoved
her over the log. He lifted her dress, her ass exposed to him. Over to a tree he went and
got a switch from it swishing it in the air. She begged him not to use this but her cries
would not be heard in the wilderness. He spread her legs wide and then ripped her underwear
off! Her ass was NAKED, pussy lips exposed to the chill in the air. She could feel the cold
air moving across her pussy lips and her awaiting ass! A swish in the air and she knew it was
going to sting, BAD. SMACK, the switch came down with a mighty sting! Then another
swish with the switch and she begged for mercy! There were red stripes on her ass
but she was enjoying her little fantasy as much as he was even though it hurt! He gave
her fifteen hits and her pussy was wet but her ass was red and screaming in pain! When
he was done he pulled his belt off of his pants. She heard the sound of the belt buckle.
She knew she was in for more pain! But first he wanted to check her wetness so he checked down below and she was wet! He retracted and held the belt up high. It was a thin one and she knew
it was going to sting bad. Down it came with a hard SMACK! A stripe and an OW were
left behind. Her ass was on fire! Down with another hit and she screamed and her sounds
echoed off of the trees. Her legs wiggled and she tried to break free but the hand cuffs
tore into her flesh! He spread her legs wider and the sun shone upon her wet glistening
lips! Then he smacked her one hit after another until she started crying and her ass
wiggled to and fro. Her ass cheeks were bright red and felt like fire! The position
over the log was nice though because she was so vulnerable and exposed! The belt marks were taking their toll! She had red stripes on her legs and ass and were starting to turn the color of all hues. He was hard
as a rock!
He then reached into his toy bag for another surprise. Out came the paddle with holes much to her demise! She begged him not to use this weapon of mass destruction but her pleads were to no avail! High in the air she was waiting for the first hit and suddenly, he stopped and just laid it on her ass! She was bewildered and wondered why he had stopped. Anticipation and fear gripped her for she knew he was putting fear in her for a paddling to come! Then the paddle swung high in the air and down it came with a mighty WHACK! Her ass jumped in the air and a loud scream she yelped out. He said: “You are to receive twenty of these my dear!”. She begged him not for so many but it was on deaf ears! Down came four more in a row-WHACK,WHACK,WHACK,WHACK! The pain was too much to bare! Fifteen to go and he gave her a rest. Then he polished her off with five more SMACKS! Ten more to go and he decided to change his plan. He told her he was going to let her off easy and forget the last ten. She was so relieved! Her ass was on fire and welts began to appear. But, he was no fool when he pulled out a wooden hand brush! He went in front of her and showed her what was next. It had a long handle on it for his swing that would be the best! Her cries of mercy were ignored. Tears streamed down her face and she wiggled to get out of the cuffs. But to no avail she could not move. He went around back to her ass and saw that fluids were leaking from her lips. She was in fear of what was to come but also enjoying the spanking of what was to come and the natural surroundings where no one could hear. He positioned himself next to her to get the best swing and rubbed her ass and felt the bumps and welts. The colors were taking their toll! Around her waist went his left arm and he was ready to give her harm. SMACK, SMACK,SMACK,SMACK,SMACK! She got five in a row and screamed until she could speak no more! “How many of these am I to receive she asked in a squeaky voice?”. He said: “ Leave that to me my dear!”. Her ass was hotter than the planet Mercury. He could melt an ice cube in a second! His hand glided over her ass cheeks and she shivered. She was prepared for more. But he undid her hand cuffs and she wondered why. “Get up off the log he commanded!”. She got up, pulled her dress down and he yanked her over his knees. “It is not over yet dear!”. He lifted her dress and exposed what was left of her ass. “I will give you what I feel is best, for you love me, don’t you?”. Of course she said “YES!”. “Then I will go easy on you and give you ten of my best!”. His BEST! Her heart began to pound in fear because he had a heavy hand! His left arm pulled her right arm behind her back and pinned it down while taking one of her legs and pinning one down also. She was helpless to move and was at his mercy! The SMACKS came down rapidly one after another not giving her a chance to hardly do anything but SCREAM! Her back arched as he swung the brush not missing a spot on her ass. After the ten were delivered he suddenly stopped for there were blisters all over her butt. She was wailing, crying, garbled cries of pain, heavy breathing, and relief that hopefully this was the end. Suddenly he saw he missed a spot and took his hand and gave her twenty hits on that spot! “Now this spanking is done!”. He lifted her up off of his knees and she stood before him holding her butt. One of his fingers checked the wetness below and he knew it was time to go and finish their love making at home. But, he made her bend over the log again and she wondered why. Out of the bag he grabbed his digital camera and took shots of her back side for their album at home! He will put some on the web with no name or face to show. She pulled her dress down and they kissed with deep thrusting tongues. They packed up their things and headed for home. She had to sit on her side for the way back for she could not sit, but a smile ran across her face!
THE END! |
Sarahdog
New member
Username: Sarahdog
Post Number: 3
Registered: 05-2007
| | Posted on Monday, May 14, 2007 - 03:31 pm: |
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There was a young bride indeed
Whose husband would not fill her need
So she fixed it you see
By yelling “Spank me!”
And her order he just had to heed.
When a certain young lady was bad
She got a dose of the strap from her dad
But now she’s a bride
So her man tans her hide
And his in-laws say “Well done young lad.”
A young man with a brush on a chair
Had a wife who was ranting “Not Fair!”
But he held his ground
And pulled her face down
Then paddled her butt on the bare.
There once was a barmaid named Mandy
Who in her short skirt looked quite dandy
When a man at the bar made a pass
By fondling and smacking her ass
She returned a right-cross that was dandy |
Badgirl
Advanced Spanko
Username: Badgirl
Post Number: 326
Registered: 11-2005
| | Posted on Monday, May 14, 2007 - 04:51 pm: |
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I'm so tired, I can't even see straight, but I take the keys out of my purse, and get into the car. It's the middle of winter, and it takes a few minutes for the car to warm up, so I close my eyes and enjoy the peace and quiet for a moment. Then I remember that I have phone calls to make, and so I start doing so, taking out my agenda and making notes as I make my way through the list.
Finally, the windows are defrosted enought that I can see. It's 4pm and I have been up for three days with only an hours sleep last night. I haven't eaten and the burning in my belly reminds me that I will have to do so soon. To silence it, I grab a handful of Tums.
I edge my way out of the parking lot slowly and hit rush hour traffic. The frustration is killing me. G-d knows how long I have until I need to come back to work. I think, to hell with it, i edge into the Taxi lane.
I make it about 5 miles, I am almost home, when I see the lights in my review. Dammit! I think. I almost made it. Oh well, I can flirt my way out of this. I freshen my lipstick as the cop approaches the car.
He's built and stern and maybe 5 years older than me, and he looks at me and says, badgirl, it's you? Shoot. It's him. He's caught me here before. There will be no pleading my way out of this one.
But he gets this glint in his eyes, and has me get out of the car. He handcuffs me and bends me over the trunk, puts his gloves on and starts up.
"No, I scream, just give me the ticket! I was tired and trying to get home quickly. I'm sorry! Please stop! Nooooooo!"
The only response I get is the WHACK! WHACK! WHACK of his hand. Thankfully I am wearing my jeans, and I am well padded. He notices that I have stopped screaming, and rapidly guesses the reason for my comfort. He pulls down my jeans, leaving my thong up -- as if it offers any support! I can feel the cold air against my skin, the wind running between my legs and over my cheeks. And of course his hand, now fully felt. WHACK! SMACK! WHACK! SMACK!
Cars passing by, stop to stare. Men whistle at me. I hide my head and hope no one recognizes the car. OMG, what would they think at work?
"Please, stop" I beg through the tears. But he keeps going.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK faster and faster they land. I can hear the whistle of his hand in the air just before the sting. I am yelping and hollering, dancing to get away, but he has me exactly where he wants me.
After 15 minutes of him peppering my bottom, I am certain I am bright red -- all four cheeks!. Finally he stops, and uncuffs me. As I pull up my pants, he writes up the ticket and hands it to me.
"What?!" I scream, livid. "After what you just did to me, you have the audacity to give me a ticket." He whips me around again and gives me ten through the jeans with his belt. Damn! I hadn;t even noticed him take it off!
He gives me the look, and I get into the car without another word, but boy does it hurt to sit back down. I'm awake now!
I get home and start making my supper for my hubby. He gets in and takes off the uniform, and puts away his gun.
"Supper will wait he tells me. You are in serious need of a punishment. First of all, you got a ticket today. Second of all, driving home when that tired is stupid and reckless -- you should have taken a taxi. Third of all, your tone on the road was unacceptable."
"No baby, I beg. That's over and done. We dealt with it already. Can't I just pay the ticket and will enjoy the nice dinner I have made?" I start to tell you how tired I am, but realize that that's your point.
"Look at the ticket, sweetheart. It says a fine of 100 lashes with the hairbrush, payable by me." I hadn't even looked at it. SHIT!
"But you're right. Right now, more than a punishment, you need to sleep. But tomorrow morning leave yourself enough time to pay your ticket..." He smiles at me, knowing that the postponment makes it so much worse.
"Now, let's eat." And he takes the cushion off my chair. Ouch. Tomorrow's gonna suck. But maybe next time I'll think to take a taxi..... |
Prissietl
Advanced Spanko
Username: Prissietl
Post Number: 174
Registered: 07-2006
| | Posted on Tuesday, May 15, 2007 - 11:43 pm: |
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OH BITE ME! She yells as she walks out of their bedroom. She is so sick of fighting over money.
"We are not finished here" Mitch says in an angry tone. " Wanna bet!" she shoots back.
mitch and Stacey rearly argued, but only because Mitch is so calm and easy going, Stacey can be a handful. She has always been that way, a bit of a princess i guess you could say. High strung , sassy, and outspoken.
( the very things that Mitch loves about her are also the very things that make him crazy.)
Walking back into the bedroom, Stacey grabs her purse off the dresser.
"Where do you think you are going"? mitch asked in a very clam tone.
"shopping" she answeres (in her signature sassy tone.)
"Oh no your not"! he tells her. "And whose gonna stop me?" (those are words Stacey will never forget saying. they were the straw that broke the camels back as the saying goes.)
without missing a beat he slames the bedroom door and locks it. "what the hell do you think your doing!!?!! Stacey says.
He grabs his wife of 18 years and pushes her against the wall. "something that i should have done years ago" he tells her.
Stacey starts to protest, but he tightens his g he has on both of her wrists with one hand and puts a finger to her lips with the other.
"ssshhhh" he tells her in a very calm tone.
I am the man of this house , I put food on the table. I put a roof over your head.
I put clothes on your back. I see to it you have credit cards to all your favorite stores. I see to it you have plenty of money in your bank account so you never want for much. I see to it you have a very nice car to drive. AND THIS IS THE THANKS I GET??
Stacey starts to protest, "I AM SPEAKING TO YOU, AND I DID NOT TELL YOU TO SPEAK" mitch says in a tone Stacey has never heard him use with anyone.
"I will not put up with this disrespect from you ever again, do you understand" he asked her. she just looked at him, and said nothing. (Stacey had never seen her husband act like this, she didn't know what to think, but she did know she was a little uneasy.)
I AM YOUR HUSBAND i am the head of this household and you WILL treat me with respect. he tells her
A little nervous at the way he is acting Stacey says "I'm sorry i was hateful" Sorry isn't good enough this time he tells her.
What do you mean? she asked. "i told you i was going to do something i should have done a long time ago, i am going to take control of my house, and my wife!"
with that he leads her to their bed where he sits down. "Drop your pants"
What!!!??!! Stacey says confused . Do as your told and drop your pants"
I WILL NOT!! Stacey cries in a very unsure high pitched tone on the verge of panic.
Without warning Mitch bolts up off the bed grabbing his wife. "You most certainly will" and you will do it without one more word"
still very confused and uncertain Stacey slowly unfastened her jeans, "NOW!" he commanded. Unsure of why, Stacey found her self doing as she was told.
"now the panties" he said in a very stern tone.
NO WAY!! Stacey heard herself say. " i will tell you what"he said "either you pull them down or i will" Stacey looking kinda pale did as he commanded.
He sat down on the bed "lay across my lap" he told her, oh my gosh now she understood exactly what was going on. ARE YOU CRAZY!! I'M LEAVING!!
In that instant Mitch was up and unbuckling his belt, Stacey froze, as she realized he was totally serious. NO..NO..PLEASE PLEASE" she begged.
He laid the belt down and sit back down. "IF you don't want to feel my belt you will obey me and not make me tell you twice". "Is that understood" ......"yes" she answered.
"Do you agree that you were very disrespectful to me"? he asked her
"Yes " she said meekly "Do i have your full attention now" he asked her
"yes " she again answered. "From this day on you will NEVER be disrespectful to me again without being corrected" do you understand me he asked. "yes " she answered.
"'OVER MY LAP" this time she obeyed him.
as soon as she was over Smack Smack Smack three very hard smacks without so much as a word.
Stacey tried to rise. ":Where do you think you are going? he asked
"You will not move until i say you are done is that understood little girl"! she tells him .Smack Smack Smack three more fast!
Stacey is crying by now half out of pain half out of humiliation. As he continued to spank her she wiggled trying to get down. "If you put that hand back here or try to get up again we will start over" do you understand??Smack Smack "yes" she cried.
mitch was loving this, unsure of why he had not done this years ago. He would have to thank the new guy at work, who had told him about spanking his wife of 24 years on a regular basis when she got out of hand.
SMACK SMACK SMACK "Now if you think you can controll that smart ass mouth of your you may get up. do you think you can Mitch asked. "yes " Stacey said between sobs.
do you understand that today is the first day in a new way of life for us" "yes " she replied.
"Good" he told her the next time i "correct" you, if i have to tell you anything twice you will fell my belt is that understood"? "yes " Stacey replied with tears rolling down her cheek's.
with that mitch kisses her and goes into the other room.
Once a princess always a princess
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Petergrimm
New member
Username: Petergrimm
Post Number: 4
Registered: 05-2007
| | Posted on Thursday, May 17, 2007 - 08:30 pm: |
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It doesn’t look like much, a pencil slim chromed handle and twenty black rubber fells. The whole thing fits in a pocket, no more than 12’’ from the end of the jewel tipped handle to the tips of the fells. A few bits of costume jewelry, plumbing and bungee cord transformed into an instrument of erotic pain.
She is blindfolded, naked, placed and positioned to my will. She struggles to maintain position, arched like a bow from the bed, only the back of her head and shoulders, and her feet touching the bed. Her arms vibrate from the strain as she grips her ankles. I have not much time, she can hold this position for only a few minutes; they will seem an eternity.
I draw the cold chrome slowly along her inner thigh, to touch her center, already glistening, moist, though we have not yet begun. She shudders as the smooth cold nestles between the folds – from the sensation or from recognition of the instrument, I can not tell. Slowly as though we had all the time in the world I draw it up, sliding over that sensitive nub till the fells tickle and dance. This time the shudder is sensual, I reward her with a quick flick, the fells whisper and she bucks as they kiss her inner thigh. She breathes, hissing as she processes the pain. A brush of red lines appears, clear and distinct against the white skin.
Again I draw the slim handle along her thigh, smoothing over the strike. This time her body convulses as the cold metal touches her center, as though it could draw away from what is to come. I flick again, the other side, symmetric, she jumps and her grip on her ankle loosens. I cup her breast and knead gently as she regains position.
It is time. I begin slowly, lightly, a series of flicks in a measured cadence each precisely placed. Successive strikes almost, but not quite overlapping, from just above her knee to just short of her center. She is not ready for that yet. One side then the other, keeping the cadence, keeping it light. Now again, harder, the same pattern, red lines forming this time. She is breathing deeply now, with the strokes - in, strike, hissing out, again, in, strike, hissing out. She is moving now as well, bucking, dancing, arching into each strike. It is harder to lay the strikes as precisely on a moving target; I do not mind.
This time as I reach the top of the thigh, I jump over her quivering sex and continue up her hip. I let each strike wrap a little, just over the curve, first of her hip, then her belly, continuing flick, flick, flick, up to just below her breasts. She is moaning now, thrusting her hips and arching her body even more tightly. I drag the fells over her nipple and she shudders in some mixture of fear, longing, and sensual excitement. I gently rub the red lines I have marked her with. I switch sides and begin to mark the opposite side, each strike as symmetric as I can make it.
This time as I near her ribs she loses her grip on her left ankle; that wrist has always been weaker. I push her back down as she struggles to regain position. We are not as young now as we once were and she has held that position long enough. She settles onto the bed with a sigh, rolling her head to ease the kinks. I take her hands and guide them to the headboard; she fumbles a moment then finds the rail and grasps it. I nudge her legs open; there is a catch in her breathing as she faces the stark reality of her vulnerability, certain what is coming, wanting it, fearing it.
I resume where we left off, the cadence only slightly disturbed. I switch sides again, angling the strikes to cross the lines already there. This time I allow the fells to just kiss the underside of her breast. She keens, but does not demur. Again I switch sides to complete the series. Both sides, from knee to breast are marked with crossing brush strokes of red. She is floating now, easily handling all that I am giving her. It is time to ratchet up the pain.
I begin again, this time above her breasts, the fells striking from her breast bone fanning outwards towards her shoulders in a deep v pointing directly to her sex. I alternate sides, working down towards her breasts. Her whole body jerks as the fells first kiss her nipples. She cries out on the next strokes as the tips wrap directly onto those points, now diamond hard, and she thrashes and sobs as I cross those stokes with another pair, and then again. Enough, she is near breaking, and that is not the point today.
I continue down over her ribs left, right, left, right. Here there is no wrapping. The strokes are quick and sharp, but she has moved beyond that. Compared to what has just past and what is to come, this is a respite. From the way she moves, I sense the fear and anticipation building, even as her breathing accelerates. Each stroke, each incremental index of the v is moving the lashes closer to THERE. Now over her belly; she is moaning and rolling her head, pleading, unintelligible, incoherent.
I cup her breast and roll the nipple. Nipples do not mark easily but the touch rekindles the fire of the fells. I ask her if she is alright. She shudders, and as if swimming up through a thick fog, takes a deep breath and a moments later, mutely nods.
I touch her then. I trace her cleft with my finger, separating the folds. She is wet and warm, and silky smooth. My finger slips inside and she bucks against my hand as my thumb finds the nub and begins to circle it.
I begin again with my little instrument, beginning just below her ribs. The strikes are harder now and I slow the cadence, so she can process each strike. The tension builds. My thumb and finger working to the same rhythm; she is riding it, preparing to fly.
Over the belly now, each strike lifting her higher. She is dancing up off the bed again, hips up thrust and thrusting. She has turned inward now; I no longer exist except through the direction of twenty rubber fells and the sensations at her very centre. She has left me and is dancing alone with her lover the lash.
Now the few final strokes – one each in the valley between thigh and mons, then sharp flicks to her very centre, the fells wrapping the very nub. My thumb joins my finger driving up into her. One, two, three, and she screams and shatters, hips bucking in time to the spasms gripping her belly and flying out to the ends of her being. She body slams the bed, head rolling, and primitive, inarticulate sounds are torn from deep in her throat. From experience I am wary and dodge her arms as she slams the bed again, gripping and twisting at the sheets. Deep in her warmth my fingers and thumb mark time with the tremors there.
But then the tremors subside and her hips still; her death grip on the bed eases. My fingers slow and retreat, now gentling and smoothing rather than enflaming.
I gently rub her tummy, easing the cramps that linger from her violent release. Her breathing slows and she reaches for me with languid arms. She curls into me as I take her in my arms, and we snuggle, replete. Beside us on the bed, the instrument lays abandoned, innocuous and insignificant, nothing more than a few bits of costume jewelry, plumbing and bungee cord |
Minerva
New member
Username: Minerva
Post Number: 6
Registered: 06-2006
| | Posted on Sunday, May 20, 2007 - 10:15 am: |
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"I can't believe you just did that, Mitchell John." She shouts. My wife of six months. She is already about a month pregnant, but that doesn't diminsh her temper. And I have just spent more time worrying about a colleague, and an old flame as well, than I did about her.
"Rosie, please. Calm down." I talk normally. I would have thought, after the bomb scare, that I had the right to worry about her. After all, I may be married, but Terri's my friend too, and far closer than Rose, although I could never admit that to either of them.
"How COULD you Mitch? There's more to life than Terri Sullivan!" Rose is ranting. "I know, sweetheart. We're all worried about all of them. Von's missing too, you know." A brave attempt at placatinng. It doesn't work. Rose marches across to me, and slaps my face, hard.
I step back in surprise. "Rose!" "Save it, Mister!" OOOOKAy, I don't like that phrase. It never bodes well. And, sure enough, Rose grabs my arm, and pulls me into a nearby office. She slams the door, locking it, and turns to face me.
"Mitchell John Stevens, I had thought you would be a more devoted husband. I had thought you knew what your priorities were. Clearly you need to be reminded." She pulls out an armless chair, and sits down. "Come here," Two words. Two little words. I hate them.
"Coming," I whine. I am meant the be the one with power in this relationship. Well, it is based on equality, but I'm the only one who's so far seen a necessity for spanking. Of course, I've asked for it, literally, before now. But I've had to talk her step by step through it.
Rose grabs me, and pulls me over her lap. She loses no time, as the spanks begin almost while she is still positioning me. Even reluctant, Rose is a powerful spanker. And when she wants to... Well, stress wasn't the only thing making me cry.
Rose just kept spanking, until she felt it had been enough, before pulling me to my feet, and pulling down my trousers and boxers. This accomplished, she pushed me over the desk, before picking up the wide ruler.
"Since you are behaving like a lovesick schoolboy, it is clear you need to be reminded of your age. So, Mitchell John, how old are you?" Bloody hell. One of those. Well, she's really mad at me. She knows this is the one thing I truly can't stand.
I close my eyes in frustration. "I'm 36, Rose." "Well then, Mister, let's hope this helps you to remember to act 36!" WHAP after WHAP after WHAP. At least I don't have to concentrate on counting them. The pain has definitely overtaken the stress, and I wish, not for the first time, that the room was soundproofed.
I don't even have the strength to snarl, or to express my feelings. All I can do is cry. So I do. As much as possible. I had forgotten how much that blasted ruler hurt.
I notice a clatter, and realise she's dropped it. The next thing I realise is that wearing boxers permenantly might be a good idea. My bum feels swollen beyond all recognition.
"Sweeheart? Mitch?" I tense. I'm not sure who's speaking, and the one person I want it to be is the one person I'm sure it's not. "I'm here, love. Rosie's here." Well, as long as she leaves the thorns off, I'm happy. I love the woman, even though she is a little weird, and very possessive.
"Rose. Honey, I'm sorry." I think I'm on autopilot. No, I really am sorry for offending her, or whatever I did. I'm just not sure I didn't dream apologising. "I know, sweetheart. I am too. Hush, Mitch. I'm here, it's over." No, not a dream. Good.
I pull myself shakily upright, and want to swear at her. Of all the offices to pick, she picked this one?! Then my brain reengages. Of course, this one was the closest. And, it is, thank God, soundproofed. I think we made sure of that about a decade ago. Rose looks amused.
Finally, I have to laugh. More at the look on her face than anything else, although I'm not telling her that. Nor am I telling the owner of this office what happened. She's got enough to worry about.
"Come on. We need to see if they've been rescued yet." Rose's voice pulls me out of my musing. "Coming, love." I shake myself hard. I need to be presentable, and I need to be coherent. It takes a few seconds, but I finally straighten my tie, and walk out of the office.
"Any news?" "We've heard from them, but they're trapped. Von says not to worry. Terri's trying to keep a young patient calm." In other words, all systems go, everything is normal. Thank God.
I smile in relief, before glancing at Rose. "Well, girlie? Home time, I think. You're stressed, and that won't do you, or our little 'visitor' any good."
We smirk at the gasps of shock from the others in the area. "Yep, Rosie's pregnant. More details as we learn them." They're still cheering when we leave. I just want to be out of there. Rose does too. We head home, for dinner. |
Bethie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Bethie
Post Number: 1482
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, May 20, 2007 - 08:28 pm: |
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I just realized that another project is going to keep me busy for the next few days. I don't want to end the contest and make y'all wait until I can find time to have the drawings, that wouldn't be any fun!
I've decided the only fair thing to do is to keep the contest open until midnight Pacific US time Wednesday. I'll check the entries, do the drawings, then annouce the winners on Friday.
So keep posting entries and good luck to everyone! |
Minerva
New member
Username: Minerva
Post Number: 7
Registered: 06-2006
| | Posted on Monday, May 21, 2007 - 09:08 am: |
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Darn. And I was hoping to know the results now. Well, IF I win, you may need to wait a bit for a mailing address. Which brings me to the fact that it's also going to be airmail, since I'm in Australia. I guess I need to be spanked for that.
Well, I guess that gives me a reason to spank you, Young Lady. *Takes out hairbrush and waves it around, menacingly* |
A_crimson_rose
New member
Username: A_crimson_rose
Post Number: 1
Registered: 05-2007
| | Posted on Wednesday, May 23, 2007 - 12:15 pm: |
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
> *He enters my room*
> "I got a phone call just now......seems you have
> been a VERY bad girl while I've been at work, huh?"
> *He sits on my bed and grabbing my wrist pulls me
> over His knee*
> "What happens to bad girls, Crimson??"
> "They get a spanking......"
> "How do they get a spanking, Crimson?"
> "On their bare bottoms...."
> *With that He pushes up my skirt and quickly rakes
> down my panties....*
> SMACK!
> SMACK! SMACK! "OWWWWW!"
> SMACK!
> SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK.....
> "OOOWWWWWIE!!!!!"
> *Soon the swats all run together until my poor
> bottom is all red and stinging!*
> *He stops for a moment and I take a breath*
> "Now get up and go fetch the hair brush!"
> *I gasp!I thought that was it! I should have known
> better, I had been a very bad girl!*
> *I go get the wide flat-backed wooden hairbrush
> from my dresser and pouting I hand it to Him. He
> pulls me quickly and forcebly back over his lap*
> SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
> OH PLEASE??
> *I feel the tears welling...*
> "I'M SORRY, SIR!"
> He replies, predictably..."Not nearly as sorry as
> you are about to be..."
> SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!SPLAT!
> SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!SPLAT! SPLAT!
> SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
> SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
> SPLAT! SPLAT!SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
> SPLAT!SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!SPLAT!
> SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!SPLAT! SPLAT!
> SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
> SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
> SPLAT! SPLAT!SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
> SPLAT!SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!SPLAT!
> SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!SPLAT! SPLAT!
> SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
>
> *sobbing and crying now*
>
> SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! "WHAAAAAAAAA!" SPLAT!
> SPLAT!SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!SPLAT!
> SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!SPLAT! SPLAT!
> SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
> SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
>
> *He stands me up to face Him, panties still at knee
> level, tears streaming down my face*
>
> "I trusted you to behave yourself while I was away,
> and LOOK what you do! What have you to say for
> yourself, huh?"
>
> "I'm sorry...(sob,sob)...I was a very bad girl....(sob,sob).."
>
> "Now you will go and stand in that corner...panties
> down as they are.....holding your hairbrush for
> at least one hour. I say at least because after
> that hour when you are ready, you will bring me
> this hairbrush to the living room and ask me to
> punish you with it again. Only this time it will
> be in front of the picture window where anyone
> walking by might see the very naughty girl getting
> the spanking she so richly deserves.
> I wouldn't take too long either young lady, because
> either way you will be paddled once more at bedtime
> even if it all runs together! It's your choice."
>
> *sniffling, I wait, nose pressed into the corner,
> holding this nasty hairbrush at my back. I feel
> the cold room air on my poor blistered bottom...
> Oh it stings so bad!....knowing there is so much
> more to come.....knowing I deserve it.*
>
>
I don't know how long I had been standing there, surely my hour had passed and then some so how come my bottom was still on fire?? How much more reprieve could I give myself??
But I knew I was only prolonging the inevitable......
When I came downstairs He was sitting at the dining room table calmly reading a newspaper like my whole world wasn't falling apart!
*In my most meekest voice..*"Sir, i-i-i've been a very bad girl, please punish me?" *I hand Him the hated hairbrush*
"Yes my dear, I most certainly will."
And with that He stood and taking my wrist dragged me along to the chaise lounge which He had so thoughtfully pushed right up to the middle of the picture window facing the street! He sat, reached up under my skirt to pull down my panties again, and bent me over His lap. He wasted no time in setting to work paddling my already blistered backside......
THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT! on one cheek.....THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT! on the other.....on and on...
I tried so hard not to cry out, I bit my lip and hoped everyone on the street had picked this day to stay indoors......
THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!
THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!
THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!
THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!
No such luck, out of the corner of my eyes I see passersby stop to watch, some point and laugh or gasp at the view of my tail up over Sir's knee being punished like the naughty girl I have been!
But soon they were forgotten!
THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!
"OH SIR????? PLEASE?????"
THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!
"I'M SORRY!!!!! I"LL BE GOOD AND I'LL NEVER BE A BAD GIRL AGIAAAAAN!"
THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!
But soon I was crying too hard to even beg coherently....
THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!THUD! THUD! SPLAT!SPLAT!SPLAT!
"Now I hope you are suitably ashamed of yourself young lady, and I believe the whole neighborhood too is now aware of what a bad girl you are! You will spend the rest of the evening right here where I can keep an eye on you!"
He stood me up and tucked my skirt into my waistband.
"Go stand in that corner right there (still in full view of the damn window!) and leave that bottom bared for display!"
"Yes Sir"
"And don't forget that I will be revisiting it at bedtime...perhaps you need a figging at that time as well...."
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Petergrimm
New member
Username: Petergrimm
Post Number: 7
Registered: 05-2007
| | Posted on Wednesday, May 23, 2007 - 06:57 pm: |
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Once upon a time, in a far far away land there was a castle. In that castle lived the King and Queen and their daughter, the beautiful, if somewhat spoiled, Princess Elizabeth. Also in the castle, in the kitchen, to be precise, resided a wooden spoon, a handmade wooden spoon which was not quite symmetric, but had a long handle and so was quite handy for stirring the soup.
Now it so happened that this wooden spoon was not a happy wooden spoon. He, for it was a he-spoon, so wanted so much more than to stir soup, as honorable a profession as that may be. Oh! He so envied the silverware with their sterling polish! To be a soup spoon or even a tea spoon and be set out on the head table in the great hall! Day after day he would be left sitting on the edge of the stock pot, a bit of noodle or parsley clinging to his less than perfectly shaped bottom, or worse face down on the hot stove, while he could hear the silverware jingling and clattering happily as they were washed up and carefully polished dry ready for the next meal. And while he stirred soup, the silverware felt the cool refined hands of nobility. And surely the visiting nobility admired their polish and design and hefted their weight, and thought what a wealthy and powerful king this was to own such fine cutlery.
The spoon was not the only one unhappy in the castle. The princess too yearned for something, though truth be told she could not tell anyone what it was that she lacked. For she had everything! Indeed, in their attempts make their daughter happy the King and Queen had provided anything she asked for or needed and a great deal more besides. But it did no good. Though she sent many hours in introspection and many more hours acquiring and playing with all the things money could buy, she was still desperately unhappy yet could not say why! Despite all that was done for her, the princess remained moody and unhappy, and worse, did her best to make everyone else feel the same.
Unfortunately the princess knew she was being unreasonable, but she could not stop her herself from wanting something, some elusive thing just beyond her understanding. She knew when she was being a royal bitch, and even felt guilty, but her lack, her yearning drove her so that she made herself and all around her miserable.
At first her behavior was set down to teenage angst, since she had been a delightful and well behaved child up until then. But it got no better as she grew older and left her teen years behind. She was now twenty-two and well on her way to becoming a veritable shrew.
The King and Queen were at their wits end.
This particular day there had been a particularly unpleasant scene. The princess had requested a new robe, and the King has ordered the most beautiful gown to be made. Unfortunately the princess, instead of being happy, had seemed even more miserable, had found every fault with it, and then thrown it in the fire before bursting into tears and running from the room.
“Enough! What that girl needs is to be married and be someone else’s problem” shouted the King.
“Perhaps you are right,” murmured the Queen. “Perhaps love and romance or a child of her own would make her happy”
And so they decided that they would send out word to the neighboring realms and principalities that their daughter was in need of a suitable spouse.
And so began a parade of the most handsome and most suitable young men invited to pay court to the princess. The game would play out, each time the same, the only question being how long each suitor would last.
The young man would show up with his retinue at the door. He would be greeted by the King and Queen who would assure themselves he was indeed eligible to court their daughter. He would then be introduced to Princess Elizabeth. Entertainment and feasting, and dancing and plays were laid on with many opportunities for the young people to meet and get to know one and another. And everyone just waited for the princess to send each young man packing.
One was too old, though he was scarcely thirty. Another too tall, another too short, that one not handsome enough and that one too oily. (Though the Queen did agree the Duke of Savoy was oily.)
And if the suitors did not take a subtle hint like “Go away! I will never marry you!” the Princess was quite capable of making her point more bluntly, such as by emptying the soup tureen over the Duke of Savoy’s oily head when he tried to cop a feel under the table.
Then one day, a young man from a far distant realm showed up at the door. Truth be told by that time all the young men were from far distant realms since all the local eligible husband material had been sufficiently abused as to have word spread about.
Anyway this young man, Peter Grimm was from a rather low branch of the nobility, being nothing more than a younger son of a minor Baron, but as the King said, “he can walk and chew gum at the same time” and “beggars can’t be choosers” whatever that means. The Queen though he was actually quite dashing, and seemed a cheerful happy sort of person; Lord knows he would need to be that to survive Elizabeth!
So with the blessing of the King and Queen, Peter was set to court the fair Elizabeth.
Now Peter, for all his charm and light spirits was nobody’s dummy. As a second son, he had to make his own way in the world, and snagging a princess; even a vile tempered ugly one would be quite the catch and assure his future. And then he met Elizabeth.
She was beautiful beyond his wildest dreams, enough to make his knees weak and his tongue dry. And rather than vile, she seemed sad and rather resigned to meeting him. He expected an acerbic tongue. He found she was quite prepared to sit quietly, moodily staring off into space as he attempted to engage her in the banal chit-chat the nobility considered polite conversation. Indeed, she never really seemed to see him - not that her vision was lacking or anything, just he never really ever had her attention.
So how to win her? It seemed quite insurmountable.
The Queen, of course, was helping all she could, arranging various entertainments and events. But after cooling his heels once too often hoping Elizabeth would make an appearance, Peter decided enough was rather too much – he would find her hiding spots in the castle and she would have to see him!
And so it was, after seeking up, and seeking down, that Peter finally found her moping in the kitchens. By that time he was no mood for further games, so her disinterested “Oh, it’s you.” was sort of like kicking a big old bear. A big old bear with a toothache.
Without thinking things through, Peter grabbed the wooden spoon from beside the soup pot, and he smacked Elizabeth smartly on her backside, on her right cheek to be precise.
Well, she yelped. And then she looked surprised. And then she looked bemused. And then she wiggled her bottom!
So Peter gave her another smack with the spoon, left cheek.
Elizabeth yelped, closed her eyes and swayed. Now what could Peter do? Any gentleman, even a mad spoon yielding bum smacker would not let a lady fall down, so he just had to lend her his arm. He found it fit quite nicely, just under her breasts, encircling her ribs and pulling her close. And there, she fit quite nicely too, thigh to thigh, soft breasts brushing his arm as she sort of half draped over him.
Which meant she was in perfect position for more smacks of the spoon, and that suddenly seemed to be a very good idea, given the way she sighed, moaned and rubbed against him! So a very surprised wooden spoon soon found himself warming the rather delightful tush of the Princess herself!
A good twenty strokes later, Peter figured she had had enough. So he kissed her instead. And that seemed to be just as effective in pulling another long drawn-out sigh from her. So more kissing seemed in be in order. Which lead to more sighs and some moans, though truth be told Peter was not sure which of them was making more noise.
After a while Elizabeth pulled back a little, though she retained a firm grip of his lapels. “Who knew? Who knew what I needed was you and a wooden spoon?”
Which was clear as mud, but Peter was not giving up his advantage so he replied, “Yup, That’s what you need, me and a wooden spoon!”
So Elizabeth said “Marry me!” And kissed him again.
Peter looked deep into her eyes. Whatever it was he saw there made him want to dance for joy. “Yes, I’ll marry you! Yes, yes! Me and the wooden spoon, we’ll both marry you. Yes, yes, yes!”
The wedding was a stupendous affair. The silverware shone and sparkled, and clinked and clattered merrily, as the guests urged the wedded couple to kiss. And kiss they did. Though once, instead of a kiss, the groom lightly smacked the bride on her tush.
The bride gently protested as all the guests roared with laughter. That is everyone laughed except the Queen. She grew rather thoughtful and frowned. But then observing the bride blush prettily and smile adoringly at her new husband, she too smiled, reached over, and pinched the King, hard, right where he sat.
The King just said “Later, wench!” and pinched her right back, high up on her inner thigh. And he smiled as she winced and crossed her legs.
“Well, that’s one little bruise I’ll have tomorrow.” the Queen silently mused, “But a girl can certainly hope for more!”
Unfortunately, the wooden spoon, as usual, missed the feast. He was not unhappy though. He had been carefully polished with lemon oil and beeswax ‘til he shone, wrapped in a sheer silk negligee and packed carefully in the honeymoon luggage. Not even that negligee would be between them tonight! For certain, the wooden spoon knew he was the happiest wooden spoon ever!
And so they all lived happily ever after! |
Bethie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Bethie
Post Number: 1493
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, May 24, 2007 - 03:24 am: |
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Thank you all for participating! I've enjoyed reading each of these entries and I'm really glad this is going to be decided by a drawing. There's no way I could pick a winner; they're all wonderful!
Thanks again and I'll have the results up Friday! |
Bethie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Bethie
Post Number: 1501
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Friday, May 25, 2007 - 05:50 am: |
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I know you've all been waiting for this one!
The Grand Prize winner of the Son of Buster Paddle is...Prissietl! 
Jokari Paddle winner - Blushingbride
Bath Brush winner - Minerva
Hairbrush winners - Petergrimm & Rawhide
Winners please contact me via PM or bethie@spankingden.com with your info so I can get your prize to you.
Congratulations to the winners and thanks to all of you for participating! You all did a wonderful job and I wish I could give something to each and everyone of you. Thank you! |
Rawhide
New member
Username: Rawhide
Post Number: 22
Registered: 04-2007
| | Posted on Tuesday, May 29, 2007 - 09:09 am: |
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CONGRATULATIONS TO: Prissiet, Blushingbride, Minerva, Petergrimm on your great stories! I also want to congratulate to everyone that submitted some GREAT stories! They are all keepers! Can't wait to get my hair brush to redden a bottom! This was a great contest and I} look forward to another one! |
Prissietl
Advanced Spanko
Username: Prissietl
Post Number: 178
Registered: 07-2006
| | Posted on Tuesday, May 29, 2007 - 01:45 pm: |
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I am so excited,  I wanted that Son of Buster Paddle so bad!! Hope it gets here in time for my vacation. If it does, i will share it with Buena,  (his spankee is much tougher than me,  she's a queen spankee, me...i'm just a princess spankee  i will love it.... .....but she will REALLY love it!! )
THANKS BETHIE!! 
Once a princess always a princess
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Buenaventura
Supreme Spanko
Username: Buenaventura
Post Number: 652
Registered: 04-2006
| | Posted on Tuesday, May 29, 2007 - 04:01 pm: |
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 Hope I get to use it on both a ya Prissie.Yeah thanks Bethie.I,ll see if my shoemaker friend can make a copy.Boy are we looking forward to the third week in June. |
Bethie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Bethie
Post Number: 1529
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Friday, June 01, 2007 - 08:25 pm: |
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Buena, I bet you are, it sounds like y'all are going to have a great time!
Priss, you should get it in time! |
Prissietl
Advanced Spanko
Username: Prissietl
Post Number: 181
Registered: 07-2006
| | Posted on Wednesday, June 06, 2007 - 11:04 am: |
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I GOT IT BETHIE.,,,,,,,I GOT IT !! THANK YOU!!!!!! But i think i may "forget" it when i pack. 
Once a princess always a princess
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Buenaventura
Supreme Spanko
Username: Buenaventura
Post Number: 661
Registered: 04-2006
| | Posted on Wednesday, June 06, 2007 - 12:05 pm: |
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Hmmmm now that could be a big mistake!! |
Bethie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Bethie
Post Number: 1558
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Friday, June 08, 2007 - 02:32 pm: |
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Prissietl, I'm glad it got there safely! Yay!
Ohhh you've got to take it so we can get a full report from you and BV about it! |
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