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Highwayman
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Username: Highwayman
Post Number: 6
Registered: 05-2005
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Steve hated going to these parties. Whenever his wife Vanessa announced another work-related get together, his stomach dropped. She and her coworkers would talk about business and other coworkers not in attendance, and the husbands, wives and significant others would spend the night working to make conversation amongst themselves. Any time someone tried to mingle or participate with the working group, they were made to feel even more like the social pariahs than they already were. He never complained though, and went along to keep the peace.
So when Steve went into the kitchen for another beer, he interjected what he thought was a witty and funny comment into the conversation that Vanessa was having with her coworkers. They looked at him with that “and who are you?” look, and Vanessa brushed him off with a flippant comment
Steve eyed her carefully. With her nose up, she ignored him and went on with her so-called friends. He looked at her with a decidedly angry and menacing expression. Her co-workers eyed him with a superior haughtiness. She saw the look and decided to challenge him in front of everyone to regain her upper hand with the crowd.
“What are you going to do? Spank me?”
In a flash, he suddenly saw red. Knowing he was in front of a lot of people kept him in check. The flame burned hot inside him when suddenly he realized that it was she who sealed her own fate. In another flash, he was calm again, but the crowd around him was not.
“ooooOOOOOOooooo!” came from just about everyone in the room.
“C’mon Steve! Do it right here!” said someone, standing next to the island in the middle of the kitchen, slapping the white Formica.
“Look! You can use this spoon!” said another, brandishing a wooden spoon from the crockery full of cooking utensils by the stove.
Others just laughed, like this was a big joke. Vanessa was laughing also, and playing with the crowd. “Noooo! Noooo! I promise to be good!” she squealed in a pretend little girl voice.
Steve was laughing along with the crowd on the outside, but inside he was strangely calm. Tonight was the last night Vanessa would make him the butt of any joke. Tonight was the last night she would talk down to him in front of her friends and co-workers. Tonight, she would be his wife, and he would be in control.
A little later, after about half the party crowd stumbled home, Vanessa was helping the hostess pick up the glasses, napkins and crumbs that littered the house. Steve was casually observing her while discussing with a few of the guys who were left how the Miami Dolphins were doing this season. When he noticed her going to the empty kitchen, he excused himself from the conversation and went in there. She was standing at the sink, emptying glasses into the sink and loading the dishwasher. Calmly, he leaned back on the counter next to the sink, crossed his arms and took a sip from his beer.
“This was such a fun party. Karen is such a wonderful hostess. The least I can do is help her clean up a bit,” Vanessa chirped.
Steve said nothing. He completely removed all emotion from his face and stared straight ahead. Vanessa babbled on while loading the dishwasher, completely oblivious to her husband’s body language.
“Sue and Patty are so funny when they get a few drinks in them. You’d never know it from the way they behave at work. And Tom! My God! What a mouth on him!...”
Steve did not move a muscle. He just calmly took a sip of beer now and then and continued to stare straight ahead. He waited until the perfect opportunity to…
“Hello? Heeelloooo? Earth to Steve? What’s the matter, honey? I think I just may have to cut you off!” She reached for his beer can and took it out of his hands. Steve did not even blink and continued to stare at the refrigerator across the room.
“Are you OK? What’s with you? Did you and the boys smoke something funky out on the deck?” She stopped with both hands on the counter, talking directly at him and wondering what was going on.
‘Just wait for it. Just wait for it,’ Steve thought to himself.
“Are you upset about something? Did someone say something to you? What? Was it something I said?”
Like an animated character at Disneyland, Steve turned his head slowly to the right until his stare rested on his wife. ‘Wait . . . for . . . it . . .’
His eyes burned into Vanessa. His face betrayed no emotion. The puzzled look on her face was just priceless; a look of worry, frustration and puzzlement all rolled into one. ‘I will remember that look for the rest of my life,’ he thought.
“What? WHAT?!?! Me? Something I said? What? oooooOOOOOoooo, I know. It was the spanking comment, right? I was kidding, Steve! God! Can’t you take a joke?”
Now she was staring back at him with a look of exasperation. Steve counted slowly to five and finally said in a soft, clear voice,
“Wait until we get home.”
Vanessa’s eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open. Before she could respond verbally, Steve pushed off the counter and walked out of the kitchen.
Vanessa did not know what to think. She looked into the sink and blinked a few times. Would Steve actually consider raising a hand to her? He’s always been so gentle and quiet. He was so patient with their dog and was a wonderful gardener. Steve did not have sex; Steve made love regardless of where or when. She blinked a few more times, rinsed and dried her hands and went off to find him.
Steve was in the hallway with Sue, getting their coats out of the closet. They said their good nights and thank you’s and went to the car. Steve went directly for the passenger side; Vanessa understood and unlocked the car. When Steve got in and buckled up, he again removed all emotion from his face and stared straight ahead.
Vanessa got in and started the car. She noticed his demeanor as they backed out of the driveway.
“What is with you? You have a sense of humor. You can’t see that it was a joke?”
He was waiting again…
“I was having such a good time, and then you had to be the wet blanket. I don’t get what…”
He cut her off by turning his head again to look directly at her.
“And you can stop with that Exorcist impression. You are starting to freak…”
“When we get home,” he started in that cool, calm voice, “you will go into the kitchen and bring to me every spoon, every spatula, every long, flat cooking utensil you can find…”
“WHAT?!?!?” she screeched, but he continued.
“And then you will go into our bedroom and bring me every belt from both dressers and the closet that you can find.”
“FOR WHAT?!?!?” she yelled again.
“And then you will go into the garage and find any piece of wood that is about a foot long.”
“YOU’RE CRAZY!!! WHAT IS WITH YOU?!?! DO YOU THINK YOU ARE REALLY GOING TO SPANK ME?!?!? HUH?!?!? ANSWER ME!!! STEVE!!!”
Steve turned his head slowly back to face the front. “Watch where you are going and watch your speed.”
She had really hit the gas in her shock at the words coming from his mouth. She hit the brake and slowed down to a more moderate speed.
“I’m sorry, Steve! I didn’t mean to make fun of you! But if you think you are really going to spank me, you are dead wrong! D-E-A-D wrong!”
She parked the car in the driveway and they both entered the house. After they put their coats away, Vanessa started up the stairs to the bedroom, but Steve went into the dining room and sat down at the head of the table. It was waiting time again.
He could hear her upstairs getting undressed, her shoes being kicked into the closet, the zipper of her dress. He waited. She brushed her teeth, and he heard the toilet flush. He waited. He heard the closet door open, and he knew she was contemplating what to wear tomorrow. He waited. He heard the bed springs squeak as she settled herself in. And still he waited. After about 15 minutes, the wait was over.
“Steve?” she said. He remained silent, waiting.
He heard the bed springs again, and the upstairs hall light turned on. “Steve?” she ventured again.
He sat up straight and folded his hands on the table. Like the spider waiting in his web, he was calm.
“Honey, where are you?” she asked down the stairwell, and then he heard the stairs creak as she came down.
She came around the corner into the dining room in her robe. “Honey, what…” she stopped suddenly and looked at him. He turned to face her.
“I am waiting.”
“For what?” she said.
“Is your memory that short?” he said.
“What? Come to bed; it’s late.”
“I am waiting.”
“If you think, for one minute, that I going to…” She did not have a chance to finish
His voice boomed so loud that she nearly fell over.
“SHUT UP AND BRING ME WHAT I TOLD YOU TO BRING ME!!!!!”
Fear overtook her and she started to babble. “Steve, you drank too much. This is not like you. You need a good night rest. You’ll feel better in the morning. Come to…”
He was getting angry, but he got a grip on himself. This was his night. He relaxed and let a mild threat out.
“Vanessa, you really don’t want me to get up from here and find those things myself. You really don’t want to make me do that. Now, be a good girl and do as I asked.”
She disappeared around the corner. Silence. He knew that she was now very, very scared. A few more seconds went by, and he heard her scurry away and run up the stairs. The bedroom door closed and he thought he heard it lock. More silence. Steve started counting very slowly.
1 . . .
2 . . .
3 . . .
As he was counting, he decided that at 100 he would stop and go get her.
4 . . .
5 . . .
When he got to 23, he heard noises coming from behind the closed door.
When he got to 38, the door opened and he heard her start descending the stairs.
At 41, there was silence again.
42 . . .
43 . . .
He could picture her shivering, frozen halfway down the stairs. He didn’t hear her continue her trip until he was at 49.
She came around the corner again with a handful of about 15 belts. Most of them were hers, flimsy fabric fashion belts. But his were there also. She placed them on the table in front of him. He looked at them carefully.
“Good girl, Vanessa. You even got the thick, leather belt from my jeans. You were very thorough,” he coolly hissed.
“Steve, you are really starting…”
“Now, have you forgotten to check the kitchen?”
“No, but Steve…”
“No? Tsk, Tsk. Then you didn’t check the kitchen on purpose? That is not good, baby girl. If you forgot, that is one thing, but to not obey on purpose, well, that will make it all the worse for you.”
“Steve, I…”
“NOW!!!!” he bellowed, the volume alone knocking her into motion toward the kitchen.
He did not have to count this time. Drawers opened and were quickly rifled through and shut. She appeared moments later with an armful of utensils and dropped them as gingerly as she could on the table with the belts.
Before he could praise her for her fetching skills, she was off and running. He heard the garage door open, and he smiled. ‘I wonder if she is enjoying this? Naw, she’s scared shitless. I wonder how she will take it…?’ His mind wondered until he heard the garage door close and she appeared with various boards and branches from the kindling pile and unloaded them on the table.
“Stand at the other end,” he ordered.
He admired her form. The voluptuous breast, the narrow waist and wide hips. The robe had fallen open a bit, and he could see she was wearing a light pink silky top with straps. That meant she was also wearing the light pink silky shorts.
“Remove your robe,” he said lovingly.
She unknotted the terry belt and let the robe fall to the floor. She suddenly felt exposed and cold, so she crossed her arms across her chest.
“Steve, I… “ she began, but did not finish.
“Put your arms down at your side,” he said.
She did so. In a moment, her nipples became erect and shone through the silky top. Suddenly, she was blushing.
He looked at her and smiled. She noticed this display of emotion and relaxed a bit. She smiled back, coyly cocking her head to the side and rocking right and left a little.
“Steve, I…” she began again.
“It is not your time to speak,” he said. “I will tell you when you may speak again. Do not let another word pass from your lips, baby girl. You will get an extra stroke for every word you speak from here on. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Steve, but I…” He looked at her with a piercing eye, and she knew she made a fatal mistake.
“That is four, baby girl. Four more spanks. You really need to learn to listen and heed,” he growled. “Now, let’s see what you brought for me.”
Steve started sorting through the pile of belts, spoons and sundry items from the garage. He picked out the heavy leather belt that she had pulled from his jeans. ‘She must have known I would have asked for this specifically,’ he thought. Then he picked out a thin, braided belt that went with one of her business outfits. A large wooden spoon he thought would do nicely, but instead picked the slotted spoon. ‘I wonder if that would make a pretty pattern on her behind.’ Then he noticed a board, a 1 x 4 piece of wood. ‘Nice. Very nice,’ he thought.
He didn’t look up; he seems to be completely absorbed with the selection process. If he had, he would have seen Vanessa’s eyes getting wider and wider. She wanted to protest, but she had never seen him like this before. He was a completely different person. ‘Is this a game? Is he really serious? He can’t mean to spank me for real! Should I run? My God, he has the slotted spoon!’ her mind reeled at what was happening. Confused, scared and shocked, she could do nothing but stand and watch.
The selection made, he took the implements into the living room and laid them out on the overstuffed leather couch. He went back into the dining room and smiled at his wife, as she did not move an inch while he was gone. He went up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She started to relax in his arms, but he whispered in her ear.
“Don’t make a move. Don’t make a sound.” He felt her tense up again. He held her like this for about a minute, then he moved his right hand up and cupped her left breast.
“You have the nicest tits, baby,” he hissed into her ear. His thumb and forefinger found her pert nipples and began to pinch and roll it between them. “I don’t think I ever told you that before. I love how soft and lovely they are. I love watching them as we make love. But tonight I’m going to watch them especially closely, because tonight we aren’t going to make love.” He moved his mouth right over her ear and dropped his voice down so it was barely audible. “Tonight, we are going to fuck.”
He felt her tense up like never before. He could actually feel the hair standing up on her skin. While his right hand kneaded her breast and teased her nipple, his left hand moved down over her panty-shorts and cupped the swell of her mons. She kept herself trimmed nice and short, so he could feel her heat in his palm. The tip of his middle finger worked down into the hot slit and gently stroked her swelling bud.
“But first things first. We are home now. And you taunted me in front of your friends and coworkers and then laughed. That wasn’t very polite. It wasn’t nice. And it certain was not respectful.” Steve hissed the last sentence menacingly. “I don’t like being the butt of jokes, especially from my wife. I don’t like feeling stupid in front of your coworkers. I don’t like feeling like I’m on the outside. You are my wife. You need to respect me. I am always to be included with you. I asked you to marry me, so you are mine. The wedding vows bound you to me. And if you can’t show me respect, can’t include me in your little work clique, and make fun of me, I have no choice but to discipline you. You are the one who brought up spanking in front of everyone, so it was your choice for what is about to happen. I hope you learn from this.”
He removed his hands from her sensitive spots and untwined his arms from her. “Turn around and face me,” he growled. As she turned, Steve noticed the tears in her eyes. Fear? Terror? Sorrow? Contrition? He wasn’t sure, but she did look especially beautiful and vulnerable. He took her hand and led her into the living room to the edge of the couch.
“Here is what I decided,” Steve started. “You will be spanked 25 times for making a fool of me in front of everyone. You will get 10 more for not believing me and screaming at me when we were in the car. While I was waiting for you a little while ago, I counted to 49, so you will get 49 more for making me wait. You will get 10 more for forgetting – no, for purposely not going to the kitchen as you were told. And then there are the 4 extra you earned just now by speaking when you were told not to. How many spanks is that, baby girl Vanessa?”
Her mind could not focus. ‘How many?’ she thought. ‘I don’t know. Ummmm… 25…10… That’s 35… Did he just say fuck? Ummm… OK, 35… 49… My tits? Breasts, maybe, but not tits… 72…”
He knew she was not focused, so he hauled off and gave her a firm, hard slap on the rear.
SMACK! She jumped and gave a surprised little squeal. “EEE!”
“I will tell you, baby girl, that is 98 spanks. Put your knees on the arm of the couch now.”
Vanessa climbed up on the couch as she was told.
“Spread your knees further apart. That’s it. More. More. Good. Now put your hands down on the cushions,” he directed. She did as she was told, and came face to face with the implements of punishment he had chosen. He picked up the leather belt and walked behind her.
“I will go easy on you to begin with, since I know this is our first time. But expect no mercy, baby girl. You have earned this spanking.” He reared back and gave her a gentle yet firm smack with the belt. “How many is that, sweet baby girl?” Vanessa said nothing.
“Please don’t make me wait again, sweet girl. How many is that?” he asked more sternly.
“One,” she whispered in a cracking voice.
“Please be a bit more clear, baby girl,” he said lovingly, and hauled back for a slightly harder smack.
“Two,” Vanessa said. He could hear her tears in her voice.
SMACK! A bit harder.
“Three!”
SMACK!
“Four!!”
SMACK
“FIVE!!!” she screamed.
“No need to scream, my love. I am not deaf,” he said.
SMACK
“Six!”
Each stroke increased with intensity until by 15 he was really coming down hard on her. She maintained the count, and her tears flowed freely onto the couch. Each smack echoed around the living room, and as the intensity increase, Steve could hear the cracks echoing from down the hallway.
She endured the belt very well, but her panties were still on. When she counted to 25, Steve had her slowly kneel up on the arm of the couch. He put his arms around his wife again and held her. He pulled her back gently and held her firmly until her feet were on the ground and her legs regained some strength, firmly supporting her.
“You are such a beautiful girl, sweet Vanessa,” he growled in her ear. He moved his arms to the waistband of her panties. “It is time to take these off.”
“Nooooo,” was the faint cry from her lips. But his thumbs had already hooked around the elastic and he was pulling them down. Once he got them over her thighs, they fell freely to the floor.
He stepped away from her and sat down on the couch.
“Come here.”
She moved as if she were sleepwalking, slowly and purposefully over to him. He gently pulled her down and laid her across his lap, positioning her pink rump to receive the next round. He reached over for the braided belt and brought it down hard across her cheeks.
“Eleven!” she said.
“Very, very good, baby girl!” Steve complimented and gave her another smack.
The braided belt and the lack of panties really make her jump and squirm in his lap. She kept the count up to 35 with just a weak whimper in between, when he stopped and selected the wooden slotted spoon. Before beginning again, he lightly petted her hot, red bottom. She whined out an “Mmm Mmm Mmm” but did not verbalize her misery. He ran his hands down her thighs and back up on the inside of them, lightly brushing her sex as he went by. Her whimpers became more like purrs as he did this, but that changed instantly.
WHACK! Vanessa jumped and squirmed. “Thirty-Six!” She began whimpering and sniffling. WHACK! “Thirty-seven!” WHACK! “Thirty-eight!”
Steve could tell the spoon was really stinging her. The red welts that appeared on her tender bottom had little stripes in them, thanks to the slots in the spoon. She was keeping track and excellently tolerating his firm strokes. He began to loose himself in the loud smacks, the counting, his hold around her waist, the repetitive motion of his arm. As the time went on, his pace picked up, and he was spanking her all over her bottom and upper thighs. She could barely keep up counting with his strokes.
WHACK!”Eighty-five!”WHACK!”Eighty-sex!”WHACK!”Eighty-seven!”WHACK!”Eighty-eight!”
He stopped. He looked at the bright red rump on his lap. He was breathing very hard, and his breath was not soothing to Vanessa as it passed over her bottom. It was hot and stingy, and she continued to squirm in her misery.
After he calmed down and caught his breath, he helped her stand up. Her face was a wreck with tears, bright red cheeks, disheveled hair and red lips from where she bit them. She was still crying, her own breath short and hiccupping. She was looking directly at the floor, almost unable to lift her head. He stood with her and held both her hands.
“Look at me,” he said gently. Her eyes came up and met him. “Do you know how much I love you? Do you know how much I want you? You are the only woman I ever wanted, sweet Vanessa. I will love you until the day I die.”
She started sobbing uncontrollably. “There, there, now, baby girl,” he said soothingly and took her in his arms. Her arms weakly hugged him. Although she could not think after that ordeal, she felt like she was holding a football linebacker or a WWF wrestler or body builder. He felt huge, like a redwood. His body was hard and strong. Was this really her husband? Was he really this big and strong?
After she calmed down a bit, Steve stepped around to her side and scooped her up in his arms. She put her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder. The mighty redwood was suddenly mightier. Was her husband really Superman? No, he was the Incredible Hulk. She was just the damsel in distress, and he was the Hulk here saving her.
He took her upstairs and into the bedroom. He slowly put her down on her feet.
“Wait here for me,” he said and walked out of the bedroom.
She just stood there, looking down at the floor, not thinking about anything in particular. She realized the bed was behind her, and suddenly she thought about the cool sheet and how good they would feel on her hot behind. She almost sat down, but suddenly Steve was there. She did not notice that he was carrying the 1 x 4 board.
He walked up to her side and said directly in her ear, “We are almost done, my sweet baby girl.”
Her tears and sobs were immediate. “Noooooooo” she whined weakly though the tears.
“Hush, hush, my love. You must complete your punishment. There are only 10 more strokes left. You are my very good, very brave little girl,” he purred at her as he started to arrange the pillows on the bed.
“Turn around,” he commanded, and she did so. “Place your knees on the edge of the bed and put your head on the pillows.” She did so slowly and stiffly. ‘Just 10 more and we’re done,’ Steve thought. ‘Just 10 more and you will be completely mine.’
He went up behind her and very gently placed his hand over her sex. He slowly and lightly started rubbing it. Vanessa’s whimpers of pain and agony changed to purrs of pleasure. He held her swelling nest in his hand, and again allowed his middle finger to work into the dampening folds of her pussy. She was becoming more warm and receptive with every stroke.
“I know that feels good, sweet girl, but the task at hand must be finished first.” He drew his hand from her slowly, lingeringly. “I will count the final 10 for you, my love.”
The board came down. WHACK! He made sure that it hit flat across both cheeks. WHACK! A good, firm stroke. WHACK! Not too fast, not to slow. WHACK! She rocked into the pillows with each stroke. WHACK! She muffled her screams into the soft feathers. WHACK! Was she arching her back? WHACK! Her pussy was swollen and wet. WHACK! He could see the red and redder welts across her bottom. WHACK! Even harder now. WHACK! So hard, she nearly fell over.
He dropped the board and looked at her, so vulnerable, so punished. He could not take his eyes from her. So obedient, so willing. Was this the same Vanessa? The power broker, corporate ladder climber? So submissive, so dominated. ‘So mine,’ Steve thought. His eyes never leaving her, he removed all his clothes. He did not realize he had a strong erection until he took his underwear off. He stepped behind her again and cupped her pussy as before. ‘So mine, so mine…’
“Now you will never forget that you are mine, sweet Vanessa.” He found her clit with his finger and stroked it. “You are my wife, you will always treat me with respect, love and devotion at all times, whether I am with you or not. I am your husband, and I will love your for all time,” he said in a firm, low tone that even still seemed to echo around the room.
Vanessa heard all Steve was saying. Her bottom was on fire, and he was stroking a different kind of fire between her legs. His hand felt huge holding her like that. He held her entire being with just one hand over her sex. As he spoke and stroked her, her desire rose within her like it never rose before. She was consumed by him and wanted nothing more than for him to possess her fully.
Steve could feel the wetness rapidly increasing. He stepped up to her, removed his hand and began to stroke her with his own throbbing erection. She arched her back even more and slid her knees further apart. She turned her head to the side and moaned loudly with each stroke. His cockhead, wet with his own precum and her pussy moistness found the entrance to her vagina.
“And now I will take you, my sweet wife,” and he slid into her fully with one thrust. His hands held her hips and he began to thrust into her. She immediately began to rock back and forth and moan with each thrust. Holding her tightly, he increased the pace. As he began to slam into her harder, his own hips met her hot, spanked bottom, turning her moans into screams.
“We are fucking, my love. I am fucking you. I’m fucking you hard with my big cock. I’m fucking your pussy hard and deep with my big, fat, cock!” Steve grunted out as he plowed into her. He never remembered her pussy this hot and tight. She gripped him, and his hips thrust into her harder and faster. He put his knees on the bed for better leverage and pounded her deep.
Vanessa was going wild inside. She was now being fucked by the Hulk. His cock never felt this big, never went this deep before. She was shivering and quivering all over. Her bottom screamed in pain from Steve’s body slapping against her, but he held her firmly with his mighty hands. She was moaning and screaming with passion and sexual tension that was firing through every fiber of her being.
Steve became a wild animal with his fucking. He withdrew from her and stepped up on the bed. His feet were on either side of her calves, and he squatted down and re-entered her. Like a wild animal taking his submissive mate, he drove into her long and hard.
“Do you feel my cock, sweet girl? Can you feel every hard inch of me inside you? Take my fuck, my sweet girl! Take my fuck!” It was his turn to screaml. With each statement, Vanessa responded with her own scream.
When she began to cum, she uttered the first words in hours. They sounded foreign to her, like somebody else was saying it. It was as if she never talked before and these were her first words ever.
“YES!!! YES!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!! GIVE ME YOUR COCK!!! GIVE ME YOUR FUCK!!! YES!!!”
Her orgasm took her breath away. Her entire body expanded and contracted. The waves smashed against her and pulled her under.
Steve felt her orgasm. Her pussy gripped and pulsed around his pounding cock. He felt the swelling in his cockhead, his own need to make sure his cock was as deep inside her hot wetness as possible. The fire shot though him and he rammed into her as deep and hard as he could. He screamed and grunted in passionate anguish. He released himself deep inside of her and flooded her with his white hot cum.
He climbed down off of her, resting on his knees on the bed behind her. He slipped his arms around her, cupped her breasts, pushed and guided her to lie down on her belly with him resting on top. As she slid down the sheets, his still hard cock slipped back inside her. Her bottom felt like it was burning his abdomen, and her pussy was now soft and calmly receptive to his cock.
“You are mine, sweet Vanessa,” he growled lovingly into her ear. “All mine.”
“Yes, my husband. I am yours. You are the lord of my world. For now and forever. I am yours,” she said as she drifted into a deep sleep.
Alas, he was the Highwayman
The one who comes and goes
And only the Highway Woman
Keeps up with the likes of those...
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Smartnnaughty
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Post Number: 13
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Monday, May 09, 2005 - 07:53 pm: |
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Wow! From a too-independent woman to a submissive one in only a night. Great writing, Highwayman. Keep those fingers typing for those of us that like what you write.
SnN |
Shylywondering
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Username: Shylywondering
Post Number: 1
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, May 10, 2005 - 07:53 am: |
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I just loved this story! It rings soooo true.
What a wonderful way to begain....To bring out her true submissive side.
There are so many women who long for their husbands to "take control" of them when they come
home from their high powered jobs.
I really enjoyed reading this |
Chloe
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Username: Chloe
Post Number: 5
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, May 10, 2005 - 11:34 pm: |
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Wow, boy do you know what a woman wants ... well this woman anyway.
Chloe
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Bethie
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Username: Bethie
Post Number: 119
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, May 11, 2005 - 04:47 am: |
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Good story, Highwayman! I hope we get to read more of your work. Thank you! |
Naughtybynature
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Username: Naughtybynature
Post Number: 43
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, May 11, 2005 - 06:04 pm: |
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Wonderful Story. Look forward to more.
Did is a word of achievement, Won't is a word of retreat, Might is a word of bereavement, Can't is a word of defeat, Ought is a word of duty, Try is a word of each hour, Will is a word of beauty, Can is a word of power.
*(Unknown Author)
Don't take life so seriously.....it isn't permanent
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Maelyssa
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Username: Maelyssa
Post Number: 5
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, May 15, 2005 - 10:33 pm: |
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Loved that one
Thanks! |
Rebel
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Post Number: 2
Registered: 06-2005
| | Posted on Friday, June 10, 2005 - 03:25 pm: |
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This story is awsome....I had the chills then warmed up real fast reading it...I love your writing. You not only feel like your there but you can feel the swats too  |
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