Friday, February 06, 2015

Fantasy Friday - Do You Understand?


I'd love to do anything I can to help my snowbound friends in the frozen north. I don't have a shovel and I have nothing to make spring come any faster, but I can post a warm story from several yeas ago. I think this story is one that many of us can relate to. So here's hoping this warms you up...





Do You Understand?


Kate walked through the shopping centre, dragging her feet as she went. She hated shopping centres. All the clothes seemed designed for stick thin teenagers, not for large 26 year olds, who hated pretty much every part of their body. She’s always hated the way she looked, ever since she had hit puberty, and the puppy fat had come along for the ride. The trouble was that it had never gone away again, just sat there, increasing in volume over the years.

She’d tried all sorts of diets, but her heart was never in it. She’d loose some weight for a while, but then she would also lose her willpower, and the weight would gradually creep back on.
She sighed as she walked past yet another shop designed only for 16 year olds with
 size 8 figures and washboard stomachs. Ed caught her sigh and turned round, looking at her questioningly.

She still couldn’t quite believe that this gorgeous, good looking man still seemed to be interested in her, four months after they had first started going out. Actually, she couldn’t believe when he had first come up to her, at a party her friend Louise had dragged her along to, and asked her if she wanted to go out for a drink sometime. She’d had relationships before, of course, but at the moment she was the biggest she’d ever been and her self esteem was correspondingly at rock bottom. She had thought it might be a joke, maybe his friends had bet him that he wouldn’t ask out the fat girl… but he seemed sincere, and with Louise standing there, unsubtly jabbing her in the ribs, she had little choice but to agree. They’d gone out a few nights later, and had a lovely evening, and to her surprise, he’d asked her out again. And again. A month later they were officially an item.

Nowadays, they stayed over at each others places at least a couple of time a week, and to everyone else looked like a secure and happy couple. Not to Kate though. She still questioned every day what he saw in her, and why he wasn’t repulsed by her. She wondered again why she’d agreed when he invited himself along on her shopping trip. It was enough of ordeal trying to find clothes that actually fitted her and didn’t make her look like a sack of potatoes, all the time surrounded by skinny minnies, without having to have Ed realise exactly how big she was and come to the conclusion that he would rather be with someone thinner and prettier.

She sighed again. Ed stopped and turned around. “Katie, seriously, what is the matter? You’ve been miserable all day. This shopping trip was your idea. I thought this sort of thing was supposed to be fun, but the way you’re acting like its one step up from Chinese water torture. Come on; tell me, what’s the matter?”

She looked at him. He was standing there looking so lovely in jeans and a blue T-Shirt, his dark hair catching in the sunlight. He’d never get why she felt the way she did, and what’s more, her insecurities would probably drive him away.

“Oh, it’s nothing, I’ve just got PMS…”

He glared at her, “Katie, don’t lie to me, your period finished a week ago, there is no way you have PMS. Seriously, what gives?”

She looked at him again, standing there so confident and sure of himself, and something inside her snapped.

“Oh you’d never bloody well understand! It’s alright for you; you’re so damn sure of yourself! You don’t know what it’s like to spend your whole life feeling fat and ugly!”

Ed just stood there, looking shocked. “Kate, is that how you see yourself? As fat and ugly?”

Katie glared at him “Of course I do! And so does everyone else. Women like me are always the fat cows. We’re always the butt of jokes. The world is full of skinny, bitchy teenagers, and everything is designed to fit them, and not big fat ugly people like me!!” And with that she burst into tears and sat down on a nearby bench, sobbing her heart out.

Ed sat down next to her and gently pulled her into a cuddle.

“Katie, listen to me, I do NOT think you are fat or ugly. To me you are a gorgeous, voluptuous, beautiful woman. I could never go out with some stick insect, they do nothing for me. I need my woman to have curves, and to look like a real woman.” He turned her face to him and looked her in the eyes. “Do you understand?” he asked.

Kate choked back a sob and responded. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better. You can’t possibly really find me attractive.”

Ed was the one to sigh this time. “Right, we are giving up on the shopping trip, we’re going back to my place and I’m going to make you believe I’m telling you the truth.”

“Fine!” Kate got up, “I’d rather be anywhere but here right now.”

Half an hour later they were back at Ed’s flat and Kate was sitting on his sofa, having a drink of water. Ed walked back into the room and looked at her. “Have you calmed down?” Kate nodded. “Good. Now this is what’s going to happen. I want you to stand up and undress.”

Kate looked up, startled. “In the middle of your living room? In the middle of the day??” She had always avoided getting undressed in front of him, finding ways to avoid him seeing her completely naked, except in the semi darkness. He looked right back at her. “Yup. Right here, right now.”

Something in his tone compelled her to do as he said, though she couldn’t for the life of her think why. She took off her cardigan, and then her skirt and top, slowly, but in no way trying to tantalise. She stood there in her bra and knickers, feeling very embarrassed. Ed looked at her and smiled. “And the rest…”

“Please Ed, no, I’m embarrassed. Don’t make me…”

He raised an eyebrow. “Do you want me to come over there and help?”

She most definitely didn’t, and in response she slowly took off her bra, covering her breasts with one hand. He looked down at her knickers, meaningfully. She sighed, and awkwardly, using just one hand while still trying to keep her breasts covered, pulled them down. Then she quickly put her hand over her crotch.

Ed smiled. “Good. Now I want you to put your hands by your sides. I want to be able to see you in all your glory.”

Kate’s arms shook as she them away and put them by her sides. She looked down at the floor, cheeks flaming with shame. Ed got up and walked over to her. He stood in front of her.

“Katie, I want you to look at me.”


With difficulty, she raised her gaze to meet his, still hot with embarrassment. He raised his hand, and his finger traced the contours of her face.

“Katherine Lucy Morton, I want you to understand that I love you, and I think you’re beautiful”.

She dropped her gaze again, unable to believe him. He took her chin between his hands and brought her eyes up to meet his. While he was holding her gaze, his other hand carried on tracing.

“I love your beautiful eyes, and your smile. Your shoulders, your arms…. I adore you big, bouncy breasts” he continued, trailing a finger round her nipples, making them erect.

“I love your curves, and your stomach, and that gorgeous pussy, but most of all, I love your beautiful round bum”. His hand rested on it.

Kate stood there. She didn’t know how to respond. She was turned on, but embarrassed by the compliments being directed at her. Ed continued to look her in the eyes and carried on speaking.

“Katie,” it really upsets me that you think this way about yourself. That you have such low self esteem, and talk about yourself in such derogatory terms. I want that to change. I want you to appreciate just how sexy you are, and to stop putting yourself down constantly. And I’m going to make that happen by doing something I’ve wanted to do since the first moment I met you.”


With this, he took her by the arm and walked over to the sofa, and sat down. Kate looked at him, confused.

“In a minute”, he continued, “you’re going to put yourself over my lap, and I’m going to spank you. No, listen! For two reasons. One is because you are just so damn sexy, and I’ve wanted to do this for four months, but the other reason is that I want you to start to learn that it’s not acceptable to think or talk about yourself in such a way, and hoping this will help you realise that.”

Kate looked at him in disbelief. He had to be kidding. Spanked? Like some little child?! No way! She started to move away, but he still had hold of her arm. He shook his head. “Don’t even think about it. I would like you to get over my knee of your own accord, but I will put you over it if I have to.” His tone became more serious. “Katie, I promise you that I won’t go too far, or hurt you, or give you more than you can take. I love you, and I think this will be good for you”.

She looked at him uncertainly, but something in his tone reassured her. Still not quite able to believe what she was doing, she awkwardly lowered herself across his lap, so that her torso and arms were resting on the sofa. He put one arm around her waist, and the other hand gently rubbed her bottom, she tensed.

“Just relax, OK?”

He rubbed a bit more, and, silly though she felt, lying as she was, she started to relax a little more. It was at that point that the first spank landed on her right cheek. It wasn’t hard, but the shock of it made her gasp. He rubbed the spot.

“That wasn’t too bad was it?”

“I suppose not”

In response, he delivered four crisp swats, alternating between cheeks. She gasped as each one landed, and the sting grew. But at the same time, she felt strangely aroused. She could feel her pussy getting wet as she laid her, and wondered at it. Ed was speaking again.

“Katie, I want you to understand that the kind of sentiments you were using earlier on are just not acceptable”. As he talked, he punctuated his words with more smacks, working all round her bottom, low and high. While none of was individually very hard, the sensation was building in her cheeks, and couldn’t help wiggling to try and ease it. He just gripped on to her waist harder, and started to spank harder, talking all the while.

“I love you, I think you are beautiful, and I want you to learn to love yourself, and to appreciate the beautiful body you have, in all its glory. I never want to hear you putting yourself down again. I care too much about you to want to see you hurting yourself with these thoughts.”

The sting in her bottom was quite fierce now, but in spite of that distracting her from his words; somehow what he was saying was getting through. He kept calling her beautiful. He kept saying that he loved her curves, and he obviously liked her bottom, or at least what he was doing to it, the evidence was easy to feel, pressing into her crotch. Maybe he really did mean what he was saying… Tears sprang to her eyes, caused both from the pain of the spanking, and the realisation that this man did actually seem to love her for who she was, and what she looked like.

He stopped spanking, and started rubbing gently, all over her bottom. The tears rolled down her face as she gave in to the emotions overwhelming her, and the feeling of being cared about. He pulled her upright, onto his lap, and wiped away a tear. He turned her chin so she was looking him in the eyes again.

“Now do you understand?”


~o~



Our story today came from Eliane. Eliane is from the UK.  You know one of her interest, of course, is spanking. The other is the theatre (as you would spell it in the UK). This was her first story. Again it's been a while since I've heard from her but maybe she will come by and comment. This was someone first attempt, Nick wrote one - you're next. Send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com


Written by PK at 7:00 PM

9 comments

9 Comments:

At 3:51 AM, Blogger an English Rose said...

Hi Pk, nice story, wish that all men were so accepting and that all of us could just be happy whatever we weigh!
love Jan,xx

 
At 11:51 AM, Blogger Alyssa Hart said...

I totally sympathize with Katie. Well written story Elaine!

 
At 12:15 PM, Blogger Leigh Smith said...

Nice story Elaine, hope you send us another.

 
At 12:54 PM, Blogger ronnie said...

Elaine, thank you. Really enjoyed your story.

Thanks PK.

Love,
Ronnie
xx

 
At 3:15 PM, Blogger Minelle Labraun said...

Loved this again!! So needed for many of us curvy ladies!
Thanks PK!

 
At 5:07 PM, Blogger Roz said...

Wonderful, sweet story Elaine. Really enjoyed this and hope you will write more. Thank you PK :)

Hugs
Roz

 
At 10:02 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I loved this story. I would love to read more from Katie and Eddie.

Linda B.

 
At 12:24 AM, Blogger Cat said...

Love this story...reminds me of something similar that happened to me. Would love to read more from Elaine if she would be gracious enough to share.

Thanks PK...wishing you and Nick a wonderful weekend.

Hugs and Blessings...
Cat

 
At 3:01 AM, Blogger Blackbird said...

Loved your story Elaine. I think many of us have to go through Katie's feelings, whatever size we are. Loving ourselves as the women we are is not made easy! And there's nothing like a spanking to make you hear a different point of view....

Thanks!

BBxx

 

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