Tuesday, August 31, 2010
All drugs have two names, a trade name and generic name. You can see this in common pain killers. The trade name for one is Tylenol and it's generic name is Acetaminophen. Aleve is also called Naproxen. Amoxil is also called Amoxicillin and Advil is also called Ibuprofen.
The FDA has been looking for a generic name for Viagra.
After careful consideration by a team of government experts, it recently announced that it has settled on the generic name of Mycoxafloppin.
Also considered were Mycoxafailin, Mydixadrupin, Mydixarizin, Dixafix, and of course, Ibepokin.
And on a side note aren't you a little disappointed that Viagra wasn't developed originally by the Upjohn company - I mean really.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
But on to my true romance - there are many ways to be romantic. Over the past 4 years Nick has shown me that he is familiar with many of these ways – he has used candles and wine, he has brought home spanking toys, he has made me spanking toy, he has, at times over the years, insisted that I write him once a week about my feelings – that was very romantic! I think most folks who know him wouldn’t picture him that way, but he is.
He was at his most romantic when I came home after my first day with the kids. I was dead! Now this is normal for me when school starts. I spent the summer where my two major strenuous activities are reaching down to pick up my computer and walking down to the pool to climb onto a raft. Trading that in for standing on concrete for 8 hours and ‘performing’ and my back, my knees and my feet were killing me. I felt like someone had taken a base ball bat to me.
I made it home and collapsed into my recliner. Nick let me rest a while and we talked about my day. But then he did what in my mind was something as romantic as it gets. He led me back to the bedroom and undressed me. He had me lay on the bed and he gave me a full massage. He rubbed Ben-Gay into my lower back that was really hurting. He even massaged my feet that were hurting so badly (I LOVE to have my feet massaged). I was laying there in pure bliss. He got out the bath brush but he used it to scratch my back and it felt soooo good. He didn’t forget the spanking; it was a fine good girl with a few from the bath brush just to leave a great lasting sting. When he was finished he pulled the sheet over me and told me to take a nap while he fixed supper. Now come on folks – what could be more romantic for an exhausted wife?? A great massage, a little spanking and a nap while he cooks for me. I felt like a million bucks when I got up.
The next day at work I told several of my colleagues what he had done the evening before – a vanilla version. It was then that several of them mentioned the ‘S’ word. I can tell you I was stunned! I can’t believe they called me spoiled! Well they can say what they like, all I know is that my husband is a true romantic and I love him!
Friday, August 27, 2010
Serena opened her eyes to the familiar sight of the carpet from her vantage point bent over a stool in the master bedroom. She grimaced as the leather paddle came down hard on her bare bottom. Whack. Serena gritted her teeth. Whack. The paddle continued to fall and her husband, Rafael, began to whisper sexual suggestions as his spanks became caresses. Serena had prepared herself for a discipline spanking and really wasn’t in the right frame of mind for this type of play. Since the spanking started, she was feeling off emotionally and vulnerable. Even though she had a safe word, she wanted to be a good submissive and obey her husband’s wishes. Rafael alternately spanked and caressed along with an ongoing dialogue about his sexual feelings towards Serena. Normally this would be arousing for Serena, but today she continued to withdrawal inward and disconnect from the situation. She finally jumped out of position and clutched her arms to her chest. “I can’t do this,” she said in a desperate voice.
Rafael was confused, “What’s the matter?” he asked. He moved toward Serena in an attempt to comfort her.
Serena retreated and hugged herself tighter. “I can’t do this, I feel like a whore. I can’t stand the way this is going and I feel like I am being raped.”
Rafael was taken aback. He had been completely oblivious to her discomfort earlier. My God, he would never want her to feel uncomfortable, let alone like she had been violated. “Babe, what is gong on? What can I do?”
“I can’t do this tonight. I am totally freaked out!” She was near tears and she just wanted to run away.
“No problem,” Rafael soothed. “Let me hold you and take care of you.”
“I can’t,” Serena said. “I need some space. I don’t know what is going on with me.” She got dressed quickly and nearly ran out the bedroom door.
Rafael cleaned up their toys and got dressed. He went into the living room with Serena and looked at her with concern. Serena could see Rafael looking at her out of the corner of her eye, but she was in a weird state. She needed to regroup. She new Rafael cared about her but right now she was not sure if she could ever be spanked again without this horrible feeling.
The rest of the night progressed quietly until they went to bed. The bed always seemed huge when they were unhappy with each other. It was as if there was a physical chasm between them as real as the emotional one.
Serena called Rafael from work and told him some of the things she thought had set off in her moment of panic. Rafael listened patiently and reassured Serena that he would never hurt her physically or emotionally. He said he understood what had upset her and he was sure they could make adjustments and work this out.
The phone call had helped some, but Serena was still scared and out of sorts. She was not sure that she was willing to try spanking again. That panicky feeling was intense and certainly not fun. Should she risk feeling that way again?
Rafael and Serena spent another tense night disconnected and hurt. Rafael was extra gentle with Serena to try and convince her that it was safe to open up to him again. Despite his best efforts, Serena continued to be distant and avoided eye contact.
The next morning Rafael was at the end of his tolerance. He decided the time for walking on egg shells had passed. Serena was in the bathroom preparing for work. Rafael walked in and smiled, making a point to look her in the eye. “It’s time to get you out of your funk,” he said as he slid his arm around Serena’s waist.
Serena tensed slightly at Rafael’s touch. Rafael ignored it hugged her tighter to his chest. “You need a spanking. You know that I would never hurt you and you know I respect you. Tonight we will take care of this.”
Serena felt a chink in her emotional armor. She met Rafael’s eyes and nodded slowly. Rafael left the bathroom and got ready for work. When Serena came out of the bathroom there was a distinctly lighter mood in the room. She actually smiled tentatively and initiated a brief discussion with her husband. Rafael knew he had made the right decision this morning. He kissed Serena goodbye and went to work mentally planning the events to come that night.
The moment of truth had arrived. Rafael took Serena’s arm gently and said, “It’s time,” he guided her into the master bedroom where the stool sat in the middle of the room.
Serena spied the stool and the familiar churning began in her stomach. Warmth spread from her bottom and her middle to her extremities. She hesitated in the doorway and waited for Rafael to prompt her. She hoped that he would put her over her knee and not bend her over the stool. She needed the physical connection with him.
Always seeming to know what she needed, Rafael sat on the stool and beckoned her over to his lap. He took her arm and carefully helped her over his knee. She was extremely nervous as she settled into this vulnerable position. Rafael held the leather paddle and tapped it lightly on her jean covered bottom. He increased the force and began spanking. He maintained a steady but easy rhythm. The swats were not hard and were causing little discomfort at this point. “Stand up and take down your jeans and panties,” Rafael directed.
Serena complied and placed herself across Rafael’s lap bare bottomed. Rafael laid the paddle against her bottom for a moment and then resumed the spanking. This time the paddle fell harder. Smack. Smack. Rafael kept a constant pace. Serena’s bottom was starting to burn. Each swat with the paddle built the sensitivity in her backside. Rafael spoke calmly as he spanked. “You know that I would never hurt you physically or emotionally, right.” He asked.
“Yes sir,” Serena responded as expected. Smack. Rafael continued to query Serena, “Do you have a safe word?” he asked. “Yes sir,” she replied without hesitation. “You know that you are to use your safe word any time you are physically or emotionally uncomfortable, right?”
“Yes sir,” Serena said humbly. Rafael put the leather paddle down and picked up the wood paddle. The first swat was jarring. Serena grunted and clenched her jaw.
“What are you supposed to do if you are uncomfortable during a spanking?” Rafael asked with another harder swat.
“Use my safe word sir,” Serena grunted. Swat. Swat. Swat. The paddle scorched her bottom in rapid succession. “That’s right,” Rafael confirmed.
Swat. “Now we have a few things we need to discuss about your behavior,” Rafael stated firmly. He spanked her twice hard on each cheek. “You blackmailed me into telling you where the hidden candy was by threatening that you would go out and buy candy if I didn’t tell you. Do you remember that?” Rafael inquired as he spanked her several times hard.
“Yes sir,” Serena squeaked. The pain was beginning to test her limits but she did not need to use her safe word. The wood paddle was the most painful of all of their spanking implements and she felt the tears well up in her eyes.
“You also drank three sodas and you know there are medical reasons for you to avoid sodas, right?” He smacked her hard with the paddle several times. “Yes sir,” she cried out. Now the tears were flowing freely and she began to feel remorse for her behavior.
“Just because we have a disagreement, that doesn’t give you free reign to toss the rules out the window,” Rafael lectured. He spanked her another six times and looked down at her, “right?” He said firmly. “Yes sir!” She howled through her sobbing.
Rafael put the paddle down and rubbed her bottom lovingly. Serena went limp across his lap and worked to slow her breathing and bring her crying under control. “Step out of your pants and bend over the bed,” Rafael instructed.
Serena noticed the cane on the bed and shuddered. Rafael approached Serena and picked up the cane. “I want you to remember what you need to do if you are ever uncomfortable during a spanking,” he said. Swish, crack! He laid a line of fire across the middle of her bottom.
“I am to use my safe word sir,” Serena breathed out.
“Would I ever hurt you purposely in a way that would make you feel badly?” Rafael asked. Swish, crack! Another stripe formed just below the last. “No sir,” Serena whimpered.
“I have always respected you and I would never want you to think otherwise, right?” He slashed the cane above the first two strikes. “Yes sir!” Serena cried out.
“Good girl,” Rafael encouraged. “I’m going to give you six more for your defiance with the candy,” he said. You are to count each stroke. The first stroke was hard across her sit spot. “One sir,” she breathed. He spanked her again just below the previous, “Two sir,” she gasped and grabbed the comforter for support. Her bottom was in agony and she began to sweat and tremble. The fifth stroke fell on the back of her thigh, “Five sir!” She yelled. Rafael paused to allow her to breathe through the pain. Number six was the hardest stroke low on the back of her thighs, “Six sir,” she grunted as she collapsed on the bed.
Rafael rubbed her back and her bottom while she sprawled, her muscles flaccid, across the bed. He gathered her up in his arms and pulled her into his lap. He stroked her hair while she buried her face in his chest.
This had been an intense session and yet Serena was more aroused than she had ever been. She felt a powerful connection to Rafael and she longed to strengthen the intimacy she felt. As if on queue, Rafael caressed her bottom with increased enthusiasm. His hand ran up her bottom and around to her abdomen. He lowered his head and kissed her stomach below her belly button. Serena moaned in approval. His mouth continued to work downward until he found her hot and ready. She arched to him when his mouth made contact with her intimacy. Rafael loved the sweet taste of her and worked his tongue enthusiastically. Serena felt the heat begin to build in her middle as her bottom throbbed against the sheets. Rafael teased her relentlessly, sensing her building excitement and backing off just before she reached the peak. Serena rocked in time with Rafael’s ministrations and begged him to let her release. He groaned against her and brought her back to the edge. She whipped her head back and forth in agony while Rafael continued to drive her mad. This time he didn’t stop and she exploded in wave after wave of climax. Her entire body contracted in time with each wave of pleasure. She didn’t know if she could take the intensity of sensations.
After she composed herself, she reached for him, running her fingertips down his belly to feel his length. He was like iron. She unbuttoned his jeans and released him. He gasped as she wrapped her fingers around him and tested his arousal. She lowered her head and took him into her mouth. She felt him pulse as her mouth moved against him. She tortured him slowly over and over until he thought he would erupt. “Stop,” he panted. She moved her mouth to his belly and kissed and licked to give him a minute to recover.
In a surge of energy, Rafael flipped Serena on her back and pinned her to the bed. He held her hands over her head and descended on her breasts with his mouth. He was a wild man. His tongue explored her ruthlessly and he took her nipple in his teeth biting down lightly causing her to yelp. Her breath was coming in choked sobs. She was desperate to feel him inside her. “Please,” she begged. “I want you inside me.”
Rafael pushed himself into her warmth. She cried out when he buried himself in her to the hilt. Lost in passion they were joined in bliss. They moved together urgently, rushing to the peak. Serena felt the friction of their joining, the heat on her bottom, the throbbing in her breasts and she started trembling. Her breath quickened and Rafael took her mouth and kissed her deeply. Serena was overwhelmed with the stimulation. Rafael took one big thrust and she cried out in another earth shattering climax. At the same time Rafael reached his peak with a passionate growl.
They both collapsed on the bed spent and sated. Serena rested her head on Rafael’s chest and relaxed. Her bottom still hurt and she knew she wouldn’t be sitting comfortably for awhile. Rafael smacked her backside lovingly. “What are you supposed to do when you feel uncomfortable during play?” he asked firmly.
“Use my safe word Sir,” Serena replied. She looked up at Rafael and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you,” she said, “You knew just what I needed.”
This story came from a reader a while back. Jessica wrote several stories for Fantasy Friday over a year ago. All of them very good but this is what she told me at the time.
This story was based on something that really happened with my husband and me. Writing things down tends to help me process them and, you know, the sex part is just fun! My husband's approach to ultimately dealing with the conflict worked perfectly. When I gave this to PK, I really didn't expect people to focus so much on the "moral" to the story. I hope everyone enjoyed it; I certainly had fun writing it.
Jessica I don't know if you are still reading or not but I want to thank you for your story. Maybe you're still writing?? I'd love to have another from you. I haven't had any new stories in a while. If you have one to share please send it on. If you want to know more about Fantasy Friday you can read here. You can send your stories to firstname.lastname@example.org
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Now if I had my druthers (to speak a little southern) it’s the things like the weight sometimes or the getting into bed late that he would take care of separately from our fun and sexy afternoon of erotic spanking and sex. Since I’m so darn near perfect there aren’t many rules I ever break. I really do try on the bed time thing but I love staying up late. And I know I have to keep working on the weight. But I need those spankings, or some stress relief or something during those times when I just want a little attention and just don’t have the time and energy for love making no matter how much fun it is.
It’s that time of year. It’s hard changing from the sleeping late, the lazy day’s playing on the computer or in the pool, reading and writing, afternoon play dates with Nick. When you have summers off they’re very hard to give up. But the time has come. I’m kinda getting excited about getting back but the switch from PK to Mrs. Teacher messes with my mind. I love teaching and I’m good at it. I give my job my full concentration when I’m there but I have my real life at home and I want to be able to fully enjoy being Nick’s wife too, he sure could help with some well timed swats!
Monday, August 23, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
By the time Bill’s birthday came the next week Ali was a basket case! She had read enough blogs by this time to know that many women said that the anticipation was worse than the spanking – she hoped so!
Dressing that night was tough. Looking through her drawer for lead-lined panties had been fruitless and it didn’t sound like she was going to be able to keep them on anyway. She settled for a matching set of bra and panties, lavender and lacy. Perhaps they would be a distraction and at least speed things on to the part of the evening that she looked forward to more than the spanking. Ali turned to stare at her reflection in the mirror. Who was she trying to kid. She was probably as excited about the spanking as Bill was now. Yes, she was scared but now she had to see what it was really like.
Next was trying to decide on panty hose, a garter belt and stockings or bare leg and sandals. ‘Great’ she grumbled to herself, ‘I haven’t found that post that gives the proper way to dress for a first spanking!’
As nervous as she was, opening the door and seeing Bill calmed her. His kiss, his touch, his taste and smell – everything about him had come to mean love and security to her. The wolf whistle and the admiration in his eyes gave her a small thrill too. “Good Grief, Ali, how am I supposed to keep my hands off you through dinner?” His hand gently massaged her ass as he whispered in her ear “I’m very excited about my gift”.
Ali tried to swallow a gasp at the flow of wetness between her legs at his touch. She had been this way for days. She seemed to be in a constant state of arousal, but she didn’t want Bill to think that the idea of a spanking was causing this! Okay, she had agreed to one spanking, but if he thought it was affecting her like this there was no telling where it might end!
They had gone to her favorite restaurant and she was sure the meal had been wonderful. But as they arrived back at Bill’s apartment Ali realized she has no idea what they had talked about during dinner. Bill didn’t have any doubt where Ali’s mind was as they ate. With a light kiss and a hug Bill took her hand and led her to the bedroom. The first thing she spotted was an armless chair and an ottoman sitting beside it. Bill looked at Ali and laughed. “Honey, this isn’t an execution, it’s a birthday spanking! You don’t need to look so scared. What are you thinking right now?”
“I was thinking that I should be dating an 18 year old instead of someone 37!”
Bill laughed and gave her another hug. “Don’t forget the one to grow on now! And don’t think the warm up counts either!”
“Warm up? But… wait, you didn’t say…” Ali began sputtering. Bill raised his eyebrows and she quieted. “I’m in charge now honey and you've read enough to know that every good spanking begins with a warm up!”
Without further discussion Bill took the chair and guided Ali over his lap. Embarrassment was the first emotion for Ali. She was physically comfortable enough with her upper body on the low ottoman but over his knee, truly bottoms up just seemed to be such a submissive position.
“Honey,” Bill began as he started rubbing, I have wanted to spank this beautiful ass since the first moment I saw you. And with that he began a firm but not hard spanking over her loose flowing skirt. He’s not going to spank hard, Ali convinced herself, just before he increased the tempo. It didn’t hurt but he did have her attention and her attention increased dramatically as he flipped up her skirt. “So beautiful” he murmured as he began rubbing.
Ali was in such a state already that she blushed and could only hope he did not yet realized how wet she was. Suddenly the warm up took on a different intensity in both speed and firmness. This was really starting to sting as Ali began wiggling a little.
“So you’re starting to feel it are you?” She could hear the grin in his voice.
“Yes” she answered “are you sure this is a warm up?”
“Yes honey, I’m sure. You’ll know when I start spanking for real. For one thing a real spanking is not done with panties on! The stinging warm up lasted several more minutes and was intermingled with rubbing and squeezing.
When Bill finally slipped his hand between skin and panties Ali instinctively clamped her legs together. “You don’t want me to pull your panties down? Alright, maybe it would be better if you did it for me.”
Ali only had time to think “NO” before she found herself on her feet. Bill sat back with his arms crossed and looked pleased with himself. “Everything Ali, take off everything, I want to see all of you.” Ali had undressed in front of Bill dozens of times but never like this. She didn’t even try to identify her feelings. Looking down she quickly stripped down to bra and panties. “Wait” Bill commanded. “Look at me Ali, now keep going.” With some difficulty Ali looked directly into his eyes as she removed her bra and finally her panties.
Bill reached for her and again pulled her across his lap. The first 10 birthday spanks alternated on her bouncing cheeks and were noticeably harder than the warm up. Bill rubbed lightly as he asked “What do you think honey, can a spanking be arousing?”
Ali couldn’t make herself admit everything she was feeling. “No” she almost whispered “spanking doesn’t excite me sexually.”
She jumped as Bill’s finger ran over her swollen, dripping clit. “Ali, don’t you know bad girls can be spanked for lying?” “No, wait…” Ali started. But Bill laughed and said, “it’s alright honey, I lied too.” He said fingering her more vigorously, “I’m not really 37, I’m really 73. But don’t worry you are holding up beautifully!”
The next 10 caught Ali in mid-giggle and made her gasp. This was really stinging! Bill concentrated the next 10 at the top of her thighs. “Ow! Stop” Ali gasped “Hey that hurts!”
“I must be doing something right! This is a spanking you know! You can do it honey – 8 more to go!”
The last 8 were right on the ‘sit spot’ and would be a reminder that she had really been spanked. “OWWWW, OWWWW!!!” came Ali’s gusty yells! Tears stung in her eyes but she wasn’t really crying.
It was over! She had survived and now only had to cope with what she was feeling. Nearly all these sensations had surprised her. But none more than her growing need.
Bill pulled Ali up into his lap as she caught her breath. “You okay” he asked. Ali nodded into his neck. Bill laid her on her stomach and quickly discarded his clothes. Ali squirmed as he rubbed her ass with cooling lotion, it felt good but she was tender. Her other feelings were surprising her with their intensity. “Please” she whispered “I need you inside me”.
Bill straddled his lover as his eyes swept over the beautiful sight before him. This beautiful women was his, this wonderful ass, turned a beautiful shade of red by his hand was his. All of her was his…
Pulling her to her knees Bill began rubbing his cock between her legs over her swollen, dripping lips as he reached to fondled and gentle pinch her nipples. “Please” she whispered again. Pulling her to him he entered her with a deep thrust as Ali gasped, pushing back loving the burning sensation on her hot ass. Another thrust and Ali came with more intensity than she ever had before. Bill could feel the strength of her orgasm and with one more thrust came deep within her as he let out a growl of passion.
Ali collapsed on the bed with her lover. Never, she thought, never had it been so good. Bill at her back held her firmly as he caressed her breast. As her breathing calmed he kissed her neck and spoke quietly “You’ve had your first spanking honey. What do you think?” Ali vaguely heard the word ‘first’ and smiled slightly to herself. Bill continued “Are you ready to be in a relationship that includes spanking?”
Ali’s head swam, filled with all she had read – erotic spankings, stress busters, discipline, punishment and wondered exactly what Bill was asking. Research she thought, as she turned to Bill “We’ll see honey, I think we need more research, much more research!”
Friday, August 20, 2010
I told you that today we had one of my favorite writer. I didn't say it was one of the best, just one of my favorites. Okay to be honest, it's me. I love to write fiction but it's not easy for me (unless I'm writing as Cassie). This story was in my head for a long time. I've always looked at TTWD from the other side so this situation interested me.
Sit back, sip your coffee and I hope you'll enjoy!
Bill knew he had found the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Everything about their relationship was perfect except for one thing – spanking! The first view he had ever had of Ali had been one of her bending over a low filing drawer at his accountant’s office. He had never seen such a beautiful ass! She stood and turned toward him and he had stared in frank admiration at her beauty. Her deep blue eyes and dark hair made for a stunning look. He had to know this woman and he asked her to lunch on the spot. A
Ali couldn’t help thinking that her life was nearly perfect these days except for one thing – spanking! She and Bill were so good together. They enjoyed the same activities, all their friends got along, and they ‘got’ each other’s humor. But this good, kind, loving man wanted to spank her. He had to be nuts if he thought she was going for that. She had been spanked enough as a child. How could anyone think that spanking was sexy or arousing? It was hateful, it hurt, and she would never tolerate it in their relationship! She had told him NO, why wouldn’t he accept that?
Ali had been just as stunned at seeing Bill that day at work. Never known for her shyness, she had accepted his lunch invitation on the spot and they never looked back. She knew what a find she had in him and their first few months together had been bliss.
Then a week ago, out of the blue, he tells her he wants to spank her. What kind of man says he wants to hit the woman he proposes to care for and expects her to embrace the idea? As Ali mused over her morning cup of coffee she began to wonder just how ‘out of the blue’ this really was. She had known he was an ass man. He loved to have his hands on her butt – in foreplay, love making or even just sleeping. He often gave her playful pats and slaps to her butt. But this was just too strange for her.
Bill wasn’t accomplishing as much as usual at work. He had finally brought up the subject of spanking with Ali and she hadn’t been at all receptive. She had seemed truly upset and one part of him wanted to tell her ‘Never mind, it’s not important’ but he knew that it was. He has had one failed vanilla marriage. They had been young and there were many problems. He knew spanking wouldn’t have solved them all but he also knew how much it would have improved the trust and communication in the marriage. Could he get Ali to understand?
That night Bill cooked supper at his place. He wanted Ali to be able to relax and talk to him. But as she had been all week Ali seemed distant and quiet. As they were cleaning up Bill stopped and took her into his arms. “Talk to me Ali!” He insisted. “What’s wrong?” Ali remained silent and looked down. Bill took her face in his hands and kissed her gently. Another kiss seemed to get more of a response and finally Ali melted into him and seemed to relax. Bill rubbed her back but as his hand gently began to caress her ass he felt Ali tense and pull away. “Ali, what…”
“I don’t want you to spank me!
“I didn’t! I …” Bill began.
“But you want to! And I don’t want you to – ever! And now every time you touch me I’m afraid you going to try… try…” Ali couldn’t keep talking because of tears.
“Ali? Come with me” Bill led her to the sofa and sat down facing her. “Ali you have to understand one thing right now. I would never, ever spank you without your consent. I do have a very different view of spanking than you do, but I am no bully! I would never try and force you to do something against your will. Do you understand?” Ali hadn’t realized how upset and worried she had been about all this until now. Knowing Bill meant exactly what he said she could relax. “Bill I’m sorry, I know you are no bully but this whole thing… I just don’t understand.”
“Ali will you do something for me? I have two calls I have to make for work. Will you read some things I’ve printed off for you? These stories might help you understand some about spanking and then we can talk.”
“Reading? Reading I can do! I’ll read anything you like!”
Bill reached into his brief case and pulled out several spanking stories he had printed off earlier. “Just read them honey. Then we’ll talk.” He gave Ali a kiss and left her.
For the next hour Ali was mesmerized by the stories Bill had given her. It was obvious that the women in the stories didn’t mind being spanked and did find it an incredible turn on. But of course these were only stories. She had read the first one quickly but slowed down after that and tried to let her emotions flow with the stories. Although in each there was implied consent, that did not mean each woman wanted to be spanked at that moment. There was as much nervousness, embarrassment, guilt, and there was passion and surrender.
Ali jumped as Bill spoke to her from the doorway. She was surprise at how the stories had made her feel. Her mouth was dry and the dampness between her legs was telling evidence that regardless of what she thought of the idea of spanking her body had reacted strongly to the stories.
Bill made no comment about the blush that spread over Ali’s face as he sat beside her. “Well, what did you think?
“I … um…, I have never read anything quite like it. Bill where did you get these? Do you really think that they were written by women? These seem like men’s fantasies to me, not the one who is getting the spanking.”
Bill laughed “They are written by women alright. You can meet them if you want to.”
“I can WHAT? Bill you know these women?”
Bill laughed again “They have blogs, Ali. And yes I consider many of them my friends but, no, I haven’t actually met any of them. There are many places on the internet where people go to discuss their feelings about spanking – how they got started, why they like it, why they feel it is so beneficial to their relationship. And I'll show them to you tomorrow. But now I want to take you to bed! No spanking” he reassured her as she looked at him “Just sweet lovin’.”
Their love making that night was the best ever. Ali was embarrassed to realize how horny she had gotten from reading the stories but she wasn’t going to waste the feeling! Bill smiled to himself when they were spent and Ali was nestled in his arms. It was a start, they weren’t there yet but it was a start.
During the next two weeks Ali found herself pouring over the blogs Bill sent her to. She felt that she had stumbled into some type of parallel universe where pain became pleasure. She was shocked to find that the women who wrote these incredible stories were not 20 year old co-eds but grown, married women with children. She had made a comment or two and asked a few question and got back friendly words and helpful advice. But there weren’t any words that could change the fact that she just didn’t think she would ever enjoy being spanked.
Decision time came two days later. Bill had taken her to lunch when she remembered a question she had been meaning to ask “Hey old man, your birthday is next week, what do you want?” In the instant it took for Bill to look directly into her eyes she realized she has given him the opening he had been looking for.
“I want to give you my birthday spanking.”
Ali’s heart was thudding in her chest. She had known for a little while now that she was at least going to have to give this whole spanking thing a try. It looked like the time had come.
Taking a deep breath she answered “Okay, if that’s want you really want” she looked around quickly and lowered her voice “you can give me your birthday spanking.”
She couldn’t help grinning at the sparkle in his eyes. “Are you sure?” he asked “I could also use a tie I suppose.”
Ali punched him, and then said seriously “Now this is a one time deal, I haven’t consented for life or anything. And one more thing” she continued “I’m talking about your hand. No paddles, hairbrushes, belts, canes, bull whips, chains, or base ball bats – got it?”
“No bull whips or chains? I don’t know, it hardly seems worth it.” Bill sighed. “But seeing that you are a spanking virgin I think I can honor your request.”
“So you’ll be gentle?”
“Gentle, nope. It’s going to be a real spanking. But I promise it won’t be more than you can handle.”
“How do you know what I can handle?”
“Ali, spanking is all about trust. Do you trust me?”
Ali looked at him for a moment longer “I do. Bill I do trust you but this still make me nervous. Can you do it with my clothes on or will you do it… um, you know on the bare?”
“Now darlin’, isn’t every man allowed to unwrap his own birthday gift? Don’t worry about anything. I promise, we’ll both like my gift!”
Ali’s eyes shifted down and she nodded. But as she looked back at Bill the twinkle was in her eyes as she asked one final question “Now just exactly how old are you again?”
To be continued…
All right no fussing! I am putting it up in two parts and if you don’t like it - spank me! The second half will be up tomorrow (see, I'm not making you wait a week!) I hope some of you are writing. I really need some new stories.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
I go back to school today. I don’t believe it, I don’t want it to be true but such is life. So today take a moment to send out prayers and good thoughts that everyone – students and teachers – will have a good year. Meanwhile you might enjoy this.
• Our principal is soooooo smart. No wonder he’s in administration.
• Thank goodness for these evaluations. They keep me focused.
• Oh goody, a new teaching method. I bet this will be wonderful!
• I’d like to see Red Lobster offer a meal like this.
• Here class, just put all your gym shoes in this box by my desk.
• I bet all the administrators really miss teaching.
• Gosh, the bathrooms smell so fresh and clean.
• I’m so glad I gave my phone number to my students and their parents. It makes keeping in touch so much easier.
• I can’t believe I get paid for this.
• I think the discipline around here is a little too strict.
• I believe that athletes are not getting paid enough.
• We’d be able to better educate our children if they let us teach through the summer too.
• Have you notice that the teachers drive better cars than the students?
• This in-service training has been fantastic.
• Is it Friday already???
Monday, August 16, 2010
I got a partial answer a day or so later. Mollie had gone off and we had the house to ourselves. Nick came into the living room with the heavy leather paddle. He took my hand and led me to the chair that he like to have me bend over. It is a pretty good height. And it was a pretty good spanking. He was in a friendly mood, not mad about anything although I did get a few extra for being mouthy about something. Near the end he began to discuss my lack of effort in the healthy eating/exercise lifestyle. I think the most accurate way to put it is that I have given up completely and I’ve put back on most of what I lost. I’m disgusted with myself and Nick just wants me healthy.
The spanking wasn’t really hard but at the end he did mention that we have a hair brush, bath brush and a cane. Those three implements are hateful and I don’t like them even a little bit. I have a feeling that if I don’t get back on the bandwagon then some less than pleasant spankings could be in my future.
The next morning I had an email from Nick. He gave me two simple rules. I am to keep doing my weigh-ins on Friday and I have to record it in a little notebook that I’m to leave in the bathroom. I always hated to tell him when I had gained and sometimes he would forget to ask. The note book will make it easier. The second rule has to do with doing more around the house. Since I do little to nothing a little more certainly isn’t too much to ask.
Unfortunately my last weigh in put me .8 over a line Nick drew in the sand I was never to cross again. He drew this line with my total approval. Today after I wrote the first part of this post we found ourselves with a little private time. Nick asked me if I’d like to join him in the shower. I did like! And after we got clean I ran to the bedroom with the hope of being a little dirty.
Nick got out the leather hand which is pretty much a fun little implement. He had a nice sting going. The subject of the weigh-in hadn’t come up but after the warm up it did. Since we had been gone this weekend he hadn’t checked the book until today. He decided to make sure I knew he wasn’t kidding. He used that awful hairbrush! Now sometimes when we play I count in my head two hundred spanks or more. Some are hard and he can really create a good burn but it never seems like too much. But let me tell you those 8 spanks with that hairbrush lit me up! They were hard – geeze! And if that wasn’t enough he then got out the dowel rod for 8 more, I think it was the dowel rod and not the cane but it hurt like hell! Suddenly that .8 seemed serious and that was before I went to the lake and ate like a horse. I don’t want to be over next week and it’s going to take some work.
He got my attention for sure and as the rubbing turned into caressing it led to some great loving. I’m looking forward to more loving and more fun spankings but I do need to avoid a weight gain. I didn’t like those eight serious ones, well 16 actually. I hope, I really hope he’s willing to stand firm on this. I need his help. We have more talking to do but I think we are possible getting back on the right track. I'll let you know.
The food reminded me of being back at Eva’s. Everything was sooo good! My cousin made a mac and cheese dish from a Paula Dean receipt. I think Mollie went back three times. We had steak and shrimp shish kabobs one night. It was perfect except for my constant weigh battle. Speaking of that Nick and I have had a discussion about that battle and hopefully there will be some progress along those lines.
More spanking talk soon and Nick’s reaction to “Asking for what I Need” post. I am headed back to school this week – kicking and screaming – but I’m going. But being out here keeps me sane so I’ll be around as much as possible.
Friday, August 13, 2010
More family this weekend at a cousin's lake house. I plan to enjoy the weekend with Nick, Mollie, the boat, the water, a good book and lots of other family too. And while I'm enjoying my weekend I want to leave you with a hot Fantasy Friday to get your weekend off to a good start too. And this one from Naughtyinaustin is really going to do it for so many of you.
Turn on a fan, sit back and enjoy...
Sophia had been Edmund’s submissive for two years. Things were going well for them as a couple, and as time went by she gave over more and more of herself to him. At the beginning of their relationship, the submission had been primarily sexual. Edmund took control in the bedroom, and Sophia let him. She enjoyed the games they would play. He would tease her endlessly, taking her to the edge and then pulling back, withholding orgasm. He would make her beg for it. She would promise to do anything he wished, so long as he let her come.
As her trust and confidence grew, Sophia let Edmund know that this was a role she relished, and he was happy to oblige her. He was a natural dominant, and considered himself lucky to find a girl who was willing to give him the most beautiful, selfless gift he ever could imagine receiving. He cherished her and wanted to fulfill her fantasies. He also found that he was getting more turned on by the games they played, by the power he wielded over her. A part of himself that had been repressed was surfacing.
One Friday morning, Edmund sent Sophia an email at her work. It contained a list of instructions. She was to remove her panties immediately, place them in her purse, and not wear any until further notice. Sophia pulled her black silk thong panties down her legs and slid them over her four-inch Manolos before reading further. She tucked them discreetly into her pocketbook. She was not to touch herself except for personal grooming. She was to go to the restroom, remove all make-up, and brush her hair into a simple ponytail held together at the nape of her neck. This made her frown as she did not like being at the office without make-up. Nevertheless, she did as she was told. She was to come straight home from work, no going to happy hour with her girlfriends like she usually did on Friday afternoons. The final sentences left Sophia breathless. ‘This weekend you will be my slave. You will have no say in anything. My pleasure will be your sole focus. When you fail at this, and you will, you will be punished in ways you have never imagined.’
As Sophia maneuvered her mini-Cooper into the garage of their downtown loft apartment, she wondered if she had done something wrong. While Edmund had set down some everyday rules for her to follow, he didn’t usually interfere with her social plans, nor make her look like a frump at the office. She was going to have to make a concerted effort not to pout, as she knew Edmund didn’t like her to show displeasure at following simple instructions for pleasing him. And what was all this slave business? She had planned to enjoy the long holiday weekend just relaxing, maybe doing some shopping. She had assumed he would be working, like he always was.
Edmund heard the clicking of Sophia’s over-priced stilettos as she entered the marble foyer and dropped her purse and keys on the side table. He wondered at her reaction upon seeing the bags packed and waiting on the floor. She walked into their modern living room, eyes wide as saucers. Edmund was sprawled casually on a low black leather sofa. He was wearing faded levis and a black t-shirt, his hair wet from a recent shower. She opened her mouth, about to ask what was going on.
‘Don’t speak except to answer direct questions,’ Edmund ordered. Sophia clamped her mouth shut, more perplexed than ever.
‘Come here. Lift up your skirt.’
Sophia walked over to the sofa and stood directly in front of Edmund, between the sofa and the coffee table. She raised the skirt of her business suit until the hem was just below the waistband. She felt very self-conscious, as her exposed mons pubis was directly at Edmund’s eye-level. She looked away.
‘Good girl. Now, turn around. Bend over and grab the other side of the coffee table. Get up on top of it. Spread your knees apart. Wider. Stay there.’ Edmund got up and left the room. He returned a few minutes later and sat back down, directly behind Sophia.
Her knees were beginning to ache. And this position was more humiliating than the previous one. Nevertheless, she was getting wet. Could he tell? She felt something cold being squirted between her cheeks, and then Edmund’s fingers probing her anus. Reflexively, Sophia clenched her muscles and tried to bring her legs together.
‘Legs back apart, Sophia, and be still,’ Edmund said calmly.
Sophia exhaled and forced herself to relax as Edmund inserted a small red butt plug in her ass. He sat back and admired his work.
‘Very nice. That will stay in until further notice. Now, go into the bedroom and change into the clothes laid out on the bed. You have five minutes and then we‘re leaving. Everything you need for the weekend is already in a bag, so that should be plenty of time. Don’t dawdle.’
‘But, where-’ Sophia felt a sharp smack on her bottom.
‘What did I say about speaking?’ Edmund inquired.
Um, to answer only when asked a direct question?’ she offered.
‘Yes, that’s right. How quickly you have disobeyed me, not to mention your complete lack of manners in addressing me. Over my lap, a quick reminder seems to be in order.’
Sophia quickly climbed on top of Edmund’s lap, wanting to apologize and make amends, but fearing further retribution for speaking out of turn.
‘Keep your hands out in front of you, palms down on the sofa. And if these very sexy shoes get in my way one bit, they are being relegated to the back of the closet and won’t be worn for three months. Is that clear?’ Edmund’s voice had turned steely.
‘Yes, sir,’ Sophia replied meekly, willing her feet to stay down and hoping he wasn’t going to strike her too hard. She tried to cross her ankles to make it easier, but Edmund quickly separated them with a stern, ’No.’
Edmund held Sophia’s waist with his left arm as he began to swat her bottom with his right hand, alternating cheeks. Her bottom began to glow pink, and he felt himself getting hard. Sophia squirmed and whimpered, but stayed in position for the most part. She felt Edmund’s hard cock through the denim of his jeans, and the friction from the jeans underneath her and the stinging swats raining down on her bottom made her want to grind herself into him. Edmund had not planned on taking time for this and was determined in his resolve. He gave her three more hard swats on each side, these landing further down, close to the tops of her thighs. Sophia kicked her feet into the couch, but kept her pointed heels from coming too high up.
‘That’s all for now. You’re lucky I’m ready to get on the road. That should have been much longer, and with my belt. Of course, we have all weekend, so we’ll make up for it. You now have one minute left to get ready,’ Edmund released her.
Sophia sprang up, rubbing her bottom on the way to the bedroom. She saw on the bed a short denim skirt, a white t-shirt, and flip flops. This is what he wanted her to wear on this mysterious trip? She ruled out Paris. Did she really have to leave in this intrusive butt plug? She knew better than to ask questions at this point. She quickly put on the clothes, brushed her teeth, grabbed a different purse and went back to look for Edmund. He was waiting in the foyer with the bags on his shoulders. She followed him out and they went down the elevator, loaded his black Range Rover and headed south.
A few hours later they crossed the Mexican border. Sophia looked around the small border town as they slowly ambled their way through the bumpy streets. It was late and dark, but the sidewalks were full. Vendors were selling roasted corn on the cob and all kinds of tacos, along with Mexican beer and margaritas. Sophia was starving. The smells from the roadside stands wafted into the car and her stomach growled.
Edmund looked over to her, ’Not much further to the hotel. We’ll eat in the room tonight. First I want to stop and pick up a few things.’
They pulled up in front of a curio shop where a small boy “helped” them park the car and said he would watch it while they went inside. Edmund gave him some loose change and they entered the store. Sophia glanced around at the colorful piñatas and the glazed pottery and silver and couldn’t imagine what Edmund wanted to pick up. He wasn’t much of a shopper, and he had to be as tired and hungry as she was. She was grateful that he had allowed her to remove the butt plug when they stopped for gas along the way. No matter that she had gotten a strange look from the elderly woman in the bathroom as she quickly and as discreetly as possible ran hot water and soap over the toy before throwing it into her purse.
As they wound through the aisles, sidestepping toddlers in diapers and bare feet, and approached the back of the store, Sophia’s eyes grew wide. There was a large selection of leather goods, including saddles, bullwhips and riding crops. Edmund ran his hand across the top of a very regal looking black leather saddle. He looked directly at Sophia and raised an eyebrow.
‘I want you to choose one whip and one crop. Make your selections carefully; you will be spending a lot of time together over the next few days.’
Had he lost his mind? He was going to purchase a bullwhip? Sophia didn’t know if she was ready for this. Edmund saw hesitation flicker across her face, along with something else. He went over and stood directly in front of her, put his hand on the back of her neck, slid his fingers into her hair and pulled back ever so slightly.
‘Do you trust me, Sophia?’ he inquired.
‘Yes, sir,’ she whispered so softly he barely heard, but her eyes never left his.
‘Then do as you are asked, and know that nothing is going to happen to you that you can’t handle. Even if initially you don’t think you can.’ He turned and went to another part of the store, leaving her among the leather goods to ponder her fate.
Sophia chose a very fine looking black braided leather riding crop with a knot at the end. She searched for the smallest bullwhip she could find, but there wasn’t a single one that didn’t terrify her. She finally settled on a soft buttery blonde one and hurried to find Edmund. She saw him at the liquor counter buying a bottle of tequila. The shopkeeper added to the bag a small shaker of salt and several limes at Edmund’s request. Sophia shyly handed Edmund her selections. He paid for everything and they climbed back into the Range Rover and drove the few remaining blocks to a white stucco and red tile roofed hotel.
There were gas lamps on the walls flanking the wrought iron gate as they entered the courtyard of the hotel. A fountain stood in the middle of a cobbled walkway, and bougainvillea and hibiscus filled the surrounding landscape with bursts of tropical color. An oversized alder door with iron accents formed the entrance of the former convent.
A few minutes later, Sophia found herself standing inside a traditionally appointed suite. It was very charming, with Saltillo tile floors, lots of candelabra, a large pine farm table with chairs, a fireplace, and a big iron bed with a heavy wood chest at the foot. Several colorful Mexican tapestries covered the walls, tables, and bed. As Sophia took it all in, her eyes rested on the piece de resistance, an antique saddle propped upon a wooden bench of sorts.
There was a knock at the door and servers brought it heaping plates and bowls full of delicious smelling foods. They laid them out on the table and Sophia saw hand-rolled flour and corn tortillas, steaming mounds of chicken and beef fajitas, exotic fruits and sweet breads, bottled water and Sangria, the local fruity wine. She could hardly wait to gorge herself. The Mexicans finished setting the table, started a fire in the fireplace, lit all the candles in the room, and bid Edmund and Sophia a muy buenas noches. Edmund smiled and returned the courtesy, thanking the staff for their efforts in his fluent Spanish, charming them as he ushered them out, closed the door behind them and turned to face Sophia. She was standing on the rug in front of the roaring fire.
‘Strip!’ he ordered.
Sophia removed her clothing.
‘Kneel, slave.’ Edmund commanded.
Sophia dropped to her knees, placed her hands behind her head and bowed her head. Edmund went to the black leather carryall in the closet and removed the collar he had purchased for her at the Beretta gallery on their last trip to New York City. He also took out thumb cuffs, a hairbrush, and Sophia’s matching leash to her collar. Edmund first placed the collar around her throat before quietly and efficiently brushing Sophia’s long dark hair into a tight, high pony-tail. He liked the unobstructed view of her face and the way it left her neck exposed when her hair was thus. He then ran the brush bristle side up all over her body, starting with her front, around her nipples and down her sides, and then on her shoulders, back and buttocks. She shuddered.
‘Your skin looks beautiful in the firelight,’ he said as he rose and went over to where she had carelessly tossed the shopping bag on the bed.
‘Thank you, Master’ Sophia murmured.
‘It’s going to look even better after I whip you senseless,’ Edmund stated simply as he pulled the black riding crop she had chosen out of the bag. He heard her sharp intake of breath. He tapped the knotted end of the crop between her legs on the small patch of dark hair Sophia kept trimmed short.
Sophia spread her legs slightly apart.
‘No. Sit back on your heels, and spread your legs as far as they will go. I want to see your pussy open,’ Edmund clarified.
Blushing furiously, Sophia did as she was told.
‘Who owns you, slave?’ Edmund inquired politely.
‘You do, Master’ Sophia answered dutifully.
‘What may I do with you, slave?’ he continued the interview, tapping the crop between her legs, high on the inside of each thigh in turn.
‘Anything you desire, Master, I am here for your pleasure,’ she answered.
‘What aspects of your self are outside my control, slave?’ Edmund pressed.
‘I have no self right now, Master, you control everything.’ Sophia admitted.
‘Good answer, slave, I’m pleased we are on the same page. This is the way it will remain until I say your given name again, and then we will go back, but until then you are my property to do with as I please, no matter how uncomfortable, humiliating or painful that is for you. Do you agree?’ Edmund brought the questions to a close in an unequivocal way. He ran the crop up her chest between her breasts and formed a figure eight around her nipples.
‘Yes, Master,’ Sophia answered. While what he said was a bit chilling, she didn’t come this far to back out. In for a penny, in for a pound, she thought.
Edmund set the crop down and took her face between his hands and gently kissed her on the lips. ’Good girl. I am going to feed you now.’
He peeled and sliced mangos, kiwi, bananas and strawberries and put them in a bowl.
‘Open your mouth,’ he said.
Sophia parted her lips and took the bite of proffered mango. Yum. More please, she thought to herself. She was going to get more, but not the way she thought. Edmund set the bowl down on the floor in front of her, at the edge of the rug. He then attached her leash and said, ’Eat.’
Sophia crawled on all fours to the edge of the carpet and reached into the bowl with her fingers.
‘No!’ barked Edmund, ’No hands. If you do that again I will whip your hands and then cuff them behind your back. Do you understand?’
‘Yes, Master,’ Sophia replied, humiliated by the position in which she found herself. She resolved not to cry. Not this soon. And besides, she was starving. She put her face in the bowl, wondering if all this M/s stuff was really for her, and began eating the sweet fruit. When she finished, her appetite had only been whetted. She was ready for the real food.
‘Now, slave, your Master is ready to eat. Please serve me a plate. I’ll take a little of everything that’s out,’ Edmund said.
Surely he didn’t mean that she wasn’t going to get anything else? He really is a sadistic bastard she thought. She went to the table and stood to prepare his plate, pouting heavily. She heard a loud sigh behind her.
‘I see we have a lot of work to do here, slave,’ Edmund said in a tone of profound disappointment.
What have I done wrong now, Sophia wondered. ’Sir?’
‘Who told you to get off your knees?’ he asked. He pulled out one of the simple wood chairs, turned it around and patted the seat of it. ‘Kneel right here and grab the back with your hands. Let go and you’ll regret it.’
Sophia knelt on the edge of the chair and Edmund wrapped her leash around the rungs on the back of it. Edmund stood to her left and placed his hand on the small of her back.
’I do hope you will learn to think before you act. That you will, at some point, be an obedient slave who is not in constant need of reprimand and punishment,’ Edmund admonished.
He then picked up the riding crop and brought it down hard on the center of her bottom three times in quick succession, hitting virtually the same spot each time. Sophia felt a scream rising in her throat as her rear end seemed to have caught fire. The braided leather bit into her soft flesh and she was only able to stifle her cry at the very last moment by biting down and keeping her lips and eyes tightly closed, scrunching up her face and shaking her bottom in an effort to relieve some of the burn, while doing her best to keep a grip on the back of the chair.
‘Is that enough to remind you to stay on your knees until further notice or do you need a bit more?’ he asked.
‘That’s enough, Sir, thank you,’ Sophia hoped that wasn’t meant to be rhetorical and that she had given the right answer. She very much wanted to get off that chair and serve his dinner.
‘I certainly do hope so,’ he replied. Edmund untied her leash and she went back to the table to prepare his plate.
After arranging his food in what she hoped was a pleasing manner on the plate, Sophia presented it to him at the head of the table and awaited further instructions.
‘Thank you, slave. You may pour me some wine now,’ Edmund rewarded her with a small smile.
Sophia poured the wine and returned to his side, her knees very sore from the hard tile floors. Her bottom was still tingling and she was desperate to rub it but didn’t dare. Being this close to the food was reminding her just how hungry she still was.
Edmund looked at Sophia’s pretty little pout and wondered if he was being too hard on her. It had been a long day and she was obviously hungry. She was being a good sport, trying hard to please him. He knew how hard it was for her to maintain silence when not being directly asked a question. Then again, he was here to test her obedience and push her limits. It’s what she had said she wanted often enough. He would see if she really meant it. Edmund ate his dinner very slowly, deliberately chewing each bite and barely looking at his naked, kneeling slave pouting at his side.
‘Okay, slave. I am going to give you a chance to earn something more on your supper plate,’ Edmund said.
Sophia immediately perked up.
‘I’m going to permit you to suck my cock, and if you do a very, very good job, I’m talking mind-blowing, I will let you have one taco and a glass of wine before bed,’ he offered. Edmund then stood up and went over to the side of the bed, beckoning Sophia to his side.
Sophia adopted her most sultry gaze, crawled in what she fervently hoped was a seductive manner across the wide expanse, and knelt demurely in front of her Master, hands palm up on her thighs. She leaned forward, opened his belt with her teeth, pulling out the leather from its buckle and then from the loops on his jeans, dropping it on the floor before undoing the top button and pulling down the zipper with her teeth as well. As usual, Edmund wasn’t wearing anything underneath. His hard cock sprang out practically right in her mouth. She ran her lips around the base, making rings around his shaft that went higher and higher with each lick. After a few minutes of thoroughly wetting and tasting his cock, she suddenly reached up and yanked down his jeans while simultaneously taking him all into her mouth, and then stuck out her tongue to lick his balls. She closed her eyes and tried to suppress her gag reflex so that she could give his balls a lot of attention with her tongue while keeping him in the back of her throat.
When Sophia heard a moan coming from the back of Edmund’s throat, she knew she wouldn’t be going to bed hungry tonight. She pulled him part way out of her mouth as she wet the middle finger of her right hand by putting it in her own sopping juices and then reached up and cupped his balls in her hand, inserted her middle finger well into his ass, grabbed the base of his cock with her left hand and jerked him into her tight, moist mouth until she felt him grab her hair and tasted his hot salty liquid. She swallowed all of it and then gently removed her finger from his ass and let go of him, licking her lips and getting back into a submissive position, sitting back on her heels with her legs open and her palms upturned on her thighs. She wanted to thank him for letting her do that, but didn’t want to violate the silence rule so bit back her words and instead bowed her head.
Edmund found himself speechless. He hadn’t meant to let her make him come so soon, but that was an exceptional blow-job. And now she looked so adorable. She deserved to be rewarded. He knelt in front of her and lifted up her chin with his finger until she was looking him in the eye.
‘Thank you,’ he said simply.
And then, ‘Come.’
Edmund took her by the hand and pulled her into the standing position. He walked her to the table, sat her down, and removed her leash. He prepared her taco and poured her a glass of wine and sat down the plate in front of her. He then fed her with his own hand and put the wine to her lips to drink. She felt happy and loved. And exhausted.
When they finished eating, Edmund said, ’It’s been a long day and we’re going to have a full day tomorrow. I’ll call for the food to be cleared while you get ready for bed. Take a bath if you like, but put your collar back on when you get out and then come to bed. Naked, of course.’
Sophia just smiled slightly and nodded. She was in a dreamy state. She went to the bath and filled up the claw-footed tub with hot water, adding the hotel bath salts. She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and went potty before slipping into the heavenly water. She was almost asleep when she heard the suite door open and the dishes being carted away. She hurriedly washed her hair with the verbena shampoo and stepped out of the tub, wrapping herself with one thick, oversized white terrycloth towel and drying her hair with another. Her skin was red and warm from the hot bath. She combed out her long hair, put her collar back on, and went back into the room.
Edmund was already in bed and outstretched his arms to her when she walked towards him. She crawled into bed and snuggled into him, her backside to his front. He wrapped his arm around her, resting his hand on her breast, and they both promptly fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning they awoke to the sun streaming in through white lace curtains. Edmund lazily ran his hand down Sophia’s stomach and walked his fingers around her mons pubis and thighs. She arched up to meet his touch, wanting him to go lower, but he refused to take the hint. She was growing frustrated. After all, he had come yesterday, but she hadn’t. Then came a knock at the door announcing the arrival of the pre-ordered breakfast. Sophia immediately jerked the sheet up to her neck, but Edmund pulled it back down to her waist, leaving her breasts exposed.
‘Leave it,’ he said.
Edmund pulled on his jeans from the night before, leaving the top button undone, and opened the door with an unembarrassed, ‘Buenos Dias.’
‘Buenos Dias, Senor,’ came the expected reply as Raul, the waiter, pushed the cart into the suite.
As he glanced up, smiling, his eyes came to rest on the very mortified Sophia’s exposed flesh. As there was a bit of a draft in the room, her small pink nipples were quite erect. Raul was more surprised to note the collar than the nudity, but quickly recovered and went about setting up the breakfast as though a naked, collared woman in the bed were an everyday occurrence in his hotel. Americanos locos, he thought as he exited.
Edmund went back to the bed, attached Sophia’s leash, and made her crawl on all fours to the table. He then lay her food on the floor, including her café au lait and fresh squeezed grapefruit juice which she had to lap up like a cat if she wanted any. Which she did, as she had awakened famished. She ate her eggs, bacon and toast with as much dignity as she could muster considering the prohibition on using her hands. She found the drinks more trying, but managed to get enough down to prevent choking on the food. Edmund seemed quite content at the table, ignoring her and reading the paper in Spanish. Finally, he spoke.
‘I am going for a run and then have to attend to some business. I have booked you some appointments at the spa,’ he said off-handedly.
Now, there was the Edmund she knew and loved! A morning at the spa sounded just lovely. Sophia smiled broadly, not caring that she probably had food all over her face.
‘Including a full bikini wax,’ he added.
The smile quickly faded. She had never had a bikini wax but she heard they hurt like hell. The one time she had her legs waxed, before a trip to Hawaii, she could hardly stand the pain. This had to be much, much worse.
Edmund left for his run, and Sophia rummaged through her suitcase to see what Edmund had thought to pack for her. To her surprise, she saw several new outfits in her bag. She selected a white cotton sundress with blue linen espadrilles and felt very pretty. She wore a white lace thong underneath, but no bra. She left her long curls hanging loose down her back, and put on powder and lipstick as her only make-up. Some silver hoops in her ears and she was ready to go. As Sophia walked across the lobby, she hoped she wouldn’t see that waiter.
Sophia entered the spa and gave her name. The receptionist escorted her to the ladies locker room and gave her a robe and slippers. The esthetician came for her a few minutes later and took her into the treatment room. She was dismayed to learn the woman spoke little English. Edmund had been trying to convince her to learn Spanish but she hadn’t yet found the time. Now, here she was naked and at the mercy of a woman with hot wax with whom she could not communicate. The woman, Penelope, motioned for Sophia to spread her legs. Reluctantly, she did so. Penelope then took clippers and removed most of the little hair Sophia had left on her mons. She then used flat wooden sticks to apply warm wax to the insides of Sophia’s legs, including her labia. On top of the wax she placed two long, narrow strips of linen and then pulled one sharply upwards from the bottom. Sophia screamed before she could stop herself, then felt Penelope placing her fingers on top of the raw spot, trying to soothe the pain while saying over and over.
‘Is ok, is ok, no too bad,’
Compared to what, Sophia wanted to ask, but before she got out the sarcastic retort, Penelope had ripped off the other piece of cotton. Geezus, how many of these was it going to take? The next strip was applied to the just clipped hair and hurt only a fraction less than the previous two. Sophia thought it was over.
‘Now, turn over. Like dog, please,’ Penelope said in her broken English.
WHAT?! She must be joking. Sophia looked imploringly at her.
‘Senor Edmund say all over. Needs turn like dog for all over, ‘she repeated.
Sophia didn’t think it could get much worse than kneeling on all fours in front of this stranger until the wax was actually applied and then ripped off the insides of her spread ass cheeks. She thought she was going to pass out. Who knew there was so much hair back there? And now Penelope had her cool hands pressing down on the red flesh and all Sophia could think was I bet Edmund’s sorry he’s not here to see this. Penelope was attractive in the tall, dark, exotic way he was attracted to. And she had huge tits.
Penelope brought Sophia some ice water with lime slices floating in it and she drank greedily. She was thrilled to learn that she had a manicure and pedicure appointment to follow. Edmund had already picked the color: crimson. A couple of hours later, Sophia left the spa feeling feminine and sexy. They had served her a light lunch, and she was grateful for a meal that she didn’t have to eat off the floor.
Edmund had said he would be her back at the suite and when she walked in the door he was already there waiting for her. He was sitting on the side of the bed.
‘You look very pretty,’ he commented.
‘Thank you, Edmund, ‘she replied automatically, then quickly added, ‘Master.’
Sophia wasn’t sure what to do. Since they had been there, she had been naked and kneeling whenever they were in the suite together. Now, in the light of day, and in her clothes, she felt uncertain as to what was expected of her. Somehow at night, in the cover of darkness, it was easier to play the slave. Now she just wanted the regular Edmund back. She stood awkwardly in the foyer, awaiting his lead.
Edmund could see the emotions flickering across Sophia’s face, the uncertainty in her eyes. He knew that he had to put her in her place more strongly now than ever, otherwise they would never reach the place they both wanted to go. Part of him wanted to just end it now, too, call her by her name and just hang out with her the rest of the weekend, laughing and fooling around. But he meant to finish what he started. For both of them.
‘Come over here,’ he said in a neutral tone.
Sophia walked over to Edmund, standing directly in front of him as he sat on the bed. He reached up, grabbed the top of her cotton sundress and ripped it down the middle until it separated at the bottom, buttons flying everywhere. Her small pert tits popped out and he could see her thong and denuded mons underneath the lace. He put his hands around her waist and pulled her closer, taking a nipple in his mouth and biting down hard.
Sophia screamed and put her hands in Edmund’s hair, leaning into him in an effort to relieve the pressure on her nipple. He let go and then took the other one into his mouth and did the same thing. Sophia’s body sagged underneath her, and she dug her fingers more tightly into his hair. Finally, he pushed her roughly away.
‘Back up,’ he commanded sharply.
And then, ’Take off that dress and your panties, I want to see your wax job. Put on your collar first.’
Sophia complied. Her nipples were aching. She was no longer thinking about touring the local sites. Edmund had her complete attention. She wondered how far this was going to go. She couldn’t wait to find out.
Edmund got off the bed and patted the wooden chest that sat at the end of it.
‘I want you to sit at the edge of this, legs spread wide, hands folded behind your back,’ he ordered.
Sophia sat down on the none too comfortable chest, scooted her bottom to the edge, and spread her legs until her knees were almost touching the chest on either side. When she was in position, she folded her arms behind her back so that her hands clasped behind her waist. She folded her fingers together so that her hands wouldn’t come apart.
Edmund stood in front of her and slapped her face. Sophia was shocked and humiliated. He knew that getting her face slapped was a very emotional experience for Sophia and she really didn’t like it. It wasn’t sexy or fun like a light spanking. But it put her into subspace quicker than anything else he could do. He slapped her again on the other side, using the back of his hand. Her breath caught and she started to whimper. She put her head down as low as she could.
‘Lift your chin, slave’ he said.
Sophia lifted her chin and looked at Edmund, tears filling her eyes, and silently begged him to stop. He slapped her again even harder, on the opposite side as before. The tears overflowed and she started crying in earnest.
‘Again,’ he said, and she reluctantly lifted her chin again.
He slapped her again on the other side, and she almost let her hands go. She was sniffling and her face was red, from the crying and from being struck. Her body was heaving from the sobs. He repeated the exercise twice more, making her lift her face for each slap, and alternating sides. She was a quivering mess when he finished. He took a tissue from the night stand and wiped her cheeks and nose. Then he pulled up a chair in front of her and rested his chin on his palm, his elbow propped up casually on his folded knee.
‘God, your pussy is wet,’ he said matter-of-factly, while staring intently at the object in question.
Sophia didn’t answer. There wasn’t a question. She tried to get her sobbing under control. Edmund leaned back in his chair and folded his arms behind his head.
‘How did you like Penelope?’ he asked.
‘Probably not as much as you did,’ she teased. ‘It hurt like hell,’ she added.
Edmund laughed appreciatively.
Then he continued, ‘Well, it is your job to suffer for my pleasure, is it not?’
‘Yes, Master. I am happy if it pleased you,’ Sophia answered.
‘It does please me. That you did it, and how it looks. I like the nice, clean, smooth look it gives your skin. Plus, it lets me see every inch of you. It leaves you exposed, open, completely visible to me. Vulnerable. I sit here and I wonder, what should I do to that beautiful cunt right now. Should I touch it? Should I kiss it? Should I take the crop to it? Perhaps I should just flick your clitoris with my finger until you beg me to stop. Of course, I wouldn’t. When you begged me to stop, that would just be the beginning. Maybe I should attach a couple clothespins to it. The possibilities are endless, really. I could even call for room service, and ask Raul what he thinks.’
Edmund saw her try to cover up the look of fear at his last suggestion. He could also see that she had become even more aroused. She was covered in her own juices.
‘Touch yourself, you horny little slut’ he said.
She placed her right hand on top of her cunt and started to massage herself. She slid her middle finger between her labia and stroked her clit up and down. It’s true, she thought, I’m astonishingly wet. She threw her head back and began to stroke herself harder. Edmund could tell by her engorged clitoris, the rhythm her fingers had settled into, and the look of approaching ecstasy on her face that she was at the edge. He was rather hard himself. Not yet, darling, he thought.
‘That’s enough for now,’ Edmund made her stop just as she was about to come.
‘I know how much you love to ride, so I’m going to let you get in the saddle now. I want you climb onto that lovely saddle over there, put your feet in the stirrups, and lift your behind up slightly, bending forward,’ he instructed.
Sophia did as she was instructed, and placed her hands on either side of the saddle horn for support as she leaned forward. She heard Edmund rummaging behind her and wondered what he had planned for her now. She had to admit sitting nude atop the rich leather saddle made her feel rather decadent and sexy. With her long hair flowing down her back, she thought of herself as a modern day Lady Godiva. But when Edmund placed the bullwhip over the saddle horn a chill went up her spine. He had put on black leather gloves and had the crop in hand.
Edmund ran his gloved hands over Sophia’s small breasts, giving them a squeeze, and then ran a finger along her jaw line. He could tell that she was scared. That turned him on more than he cared to admit. He went behind her and raised the crop to shoulder level, bringing it down hard on her bottom. She rocked forward in the saddle and made a little mewing sound. He repeated this action over and over again, raining blows all over her bottom and thighs. Whenever Sophia would start to sit down, Edmund would say sharply, ’Up!’
Sophia didn’t think she could take much more. It was becoming impossible for her to stay in position. It was counter-intuitive to present one’s body for such torment. She was trying very hard to be brave, she hated disappointing Edmund by continually sitting down, but she had never been in so much pain before. She was crying ’ow, ow, ow’ with almost every blow. She could feel the sweat forming on her brow.
After what seemed an eternity, Edmund took a break from whipping Sophia with the braided crop. She was breathing heavily. Her ass and the tops of her legs were covered with red welts, some of them criss-crossing. He was ready to move on.
‘Did you know Raul told me there used to be a hammock hanging from the beams in here?’ asked Edmund, as though they were in the middle of tea.
Sophia just shook her head. She had no idea where he was going with this.
‘Yes, in fact, the hooks are still in the beams. See? There is one right above your head,’ he continued.
Sophia looked up and sure enough, there was a large steel hook coming out of the beam directly above her head. It looked sturdy enough to hold a horse. Before she could think about what this meant for her, Edmund had climbed upon chair and was threading a long piece of cotton rope through the eye of the hook. He tied her wrists together above her head and secured her to the hook with the rope. Sophia could now sit in the saddle, which felt none too good on her raw behind, but she couldn’t move her arms. Edmund then bound her ankles to the stirrups, thus securing her fate.
In order to give her time to accept her situation, Edmund poured himself a shot of tequila. He then sliced one of the limes the shopkeeper had given him, and squeezed the juice onto Sophia’s right nipple. He poured salt on her left and was ready for the ritual. Edmund licked the salt off first, taking his time to circle her nipple. He then lapped up the lime juice, suckling her breast like a babe. Edmund then tossed back the tequila in one big swig.
‘Your turn,’ he said.
Sophia wasn’t sure she wanted any, but realized that at this point what she wanted was irrelevant. Also, it might help her get through this. She opened her mouth to take the salt, and then the lime, and finally the tequila. She choked and gagged, spitting some of it out. The rest burned her throat going down, and she shivered with disgust. Her eyes burned.
‘You’ll be thankful for that in a moment,’ Edmund promised.
Edmund took the bullwhip off the saddle horn and began to unfurl it.
‘Edmund, please, no!’ Sophia begged him before she could stop herself.
Showing no emotion, Edmund removed the glove from his right hand and slapped her across the face with it. Sophia began crying immediately. Edmund walked behind her and cracked the whip across the floor, inches from the bench that housed the saddle. He did this several times and each time Sophia flinched. He then walked back in front of her, this time with the crop back in his ungloved hands, along with two clothespins. He placed one on each nipple. Sophia inhaled sharply.
‘The next time you speak out of turn, one of these will go on your tongue,’ he warned.
‘Do you understand?’
‘Yes, Master. This slave is very sorry,’ Sophia answered.
The clothespins were digging into her nipples, and Sophia tried to stop crying and steady her breathing to better accept the pain. Edmund began to beat her tits with the crop, holding it close to her skin to make sure of his aim. The little knot at the end was about the only thing making contact, and it was leaving little red marks all over her breasts.
Edmund could tell Sophia was deep in subspace. He removed the clothespins and she whimpered as the blood rushed back into her nipples. He loved the sounds she made. He untied the ropes that bound her and gave her some water to drink before attaching her leash and ordering her to crawl across the room to the bed. She was weak from the time in the saddle and the heaving beatings. He placed two pillows in the center of the bed and removed all the others.
‘Up into bed, face down, hips across the pillows’ he ordered.
Sophia climbed into bed and atop the pillows. Her whole body was tingling, and she was feeling the effects of the tequila. Not an altogether unpleasant sensation.
‘Grab the bars of the headrest,’ Edmund instructed.
‘Spread your legs,’ he continued.
Edmund climbed onto the bed between Sophia’s legs and separated her butt cheeks while applying lube to her ass. He pulled down his pants and roughly pushed his cock fully into her, his hands still on her cheeks, his balls slamming up against her cunt. He pulled her up into doggy-style position, and pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger while ramming into her over and over again. She screamed in forced orgasm right before he came inside her.
‘You can go to the bathroom and relieve yourself, but no cleaning up,’ Edmund said.
Sophia went into the bathroom and was startled to see all the marks all over her body. She felt him oozing out of her bottom. Her hair and eyes were wild. She’d never felt so owned. She quickly went pee, wiped minimally, and then crawled back to the bed.
Edmund attached her leash to the headboard.
‘You are a good slave. Go to sleep,’ he said tenderly and kissed her on the forehead.
And though it was early, it had only been dark a little while, Sophia feel quickly and deeply asleep. In the morning, as the sun once again came through the white lace curtains, she awoke to find her collar and leash no longer attached. She began to wonder if it all had been a dream. Edmund was already up and dressed.
‘Good morning, Sophia, shall we have breakfast in town then do a little shopping before heading home?’ he asked solicitously.
‘That would be lovely, Edmund.’ she answered.
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