Fantasy Friday - Snippets

I'm sailing the high seas as you read this. Summer, no school, vacationing with Nick - nothing could be better. But there is another thing going on that makes me happy these days. Eva's back. I enjoy Eva begin around. I enjoy reading her blog and visiting by email. But I was especially happy when she sent me a story she had written. My belief is you are either born a spanko or you're not. It's like your race or sexual preference, but that doesn't mean the feelings are always there. I'm enjoying watching Eva's feelings think about resurfacing. I like that this is her first story in a while. Please enjoy...

 Snippets

I close my eyes because I sense him behind me. I am right. He is here – almost on cue – reaching around from behind and claiming my… no, his… breasts. It isn’t a forceful grasp. No, not forceful. It is more firm. Owning. I gasp when he thrusts his pelvis into my backside while maintaining his owning grip on my front. While pinning me from behind with his groin he leans into my ear and whispers, “You belong to me. You always have. You always will.” And as quickly as he entered the room I open my eyes and he is gone.

I close my eyes and lower my head in submission when I feel his eyes locked in my direction. I have no idea what he is thinking but I have seen that look many times. He comes to me and cups my chin in his hand. He demands I look at him, but I can’t. Not yet. Again, with more force he demands, “Look at me. Now.” I open my eyes and let him stare into my soul. “Say it,” he demands.  I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. I lower my head again and close my eyes. It takes me a moment, only a moment to catch my breath and say, “I am yours. I always have been and I always will be.” I sense  his hand reaching for my breast. I wait. But then… then I open my eyes and he is gone.

I close my eyes in shame. I have disobeyed the one I belong to and he knows. Without my saying a word he speaks, “You didn’t do what I told you to do today, did you?” I shudder in the silence wondering if I will ever not be an open book to him.  I hear him rise from the chair he sits on. He is walking away from me. He stops in the doorway, turns, and says, “I will be back. When I return I want you out of your clothes and on your knees.” He is gone. I don’t need to open my eyes to know this.

I close my eyes as he undresses me. His mouth explores my vulnerable, naked body. His touch is firm as always. His mouth is…. Sweet. Everything about him takes my mind to a place only I can allow.  And I only allow myself to go there with him. I am his. I always have been. I always will be. This place I go to when I am with him was created in my mind. It’s a place I hate. Loathe. Detest. Unless….. Unless I am with him.  When I am with him and he takes me to my secret hiding place nothing stops me. Nothing stops me from feeling forbidden to all others. Nothing stops me from feeling shame. Remorse. Subdued. Submissive. I hear a noise and open my eyes. He is gone.

I close my eyes the instant I feel his touch. He has found me alone and naked once again. He gently kisses my forehead. I feel his hand slip between my legs as he tells me to spread them, just a little. He searches for my sweet spot and applies my favorite toy to it. “Now, close your legs and hold it there. Do not cum,” he says. Jesus. I whimper. As I lay there trying to do as he has asks, the waves of orgasms rush over me again and again. I open my eyes. He is there watching. He shakes his head and wonders out loud, “What am I to do with such a bad girl?” I close my eyes as the waves roll over me once again. When I open them he is gone.

I close my eyes when he says, “Go pick three and bring them to me.” I stand before him, trembling. Panting. Weak. I open my eyes and turn from him. If I am to be punished by him for this wrong I’ve done I know that it must hurt. I know that I must cry. I know that I must beg forgiveness but only after I beg for punishment. I know that I must make careful selections. I return and present a wooden spoon, a wooden paddle, and a riding crop. He asks me to tell him about my wrong. My error. My lapse in judgment. I do. I tell him everything. I need not worry about tears. They are falling before my confession is complete. He then sits back and waits. We both know what must happen next. I must ask. I must beg for my punishment. I finally convince him that punishment is for certain needed when he lifts my skirt and pulls my underpants upward so hard that it wedges into my rear with my cheeks exposed to him for punishment. And he punishes. My tears flow freely. My remorse is great, but he does not forgive. Not yet. More punishment must come. More and more and more. I beg him to stop but in my secret place we both know that only he knows when the time will come to stop. And when it comes he will have forgiven all. In the meantime I am taken over his knee for the spoon and the paddle. When he is ready to use the crop as a punishing agent he stands me up and demands I hold onto the bedpost. He rubs the crop between my legs until I whimper. He then removes it and punishes. I don’t know how long he punishes but when he stops I realize I have closed my eyes. And when I open them he is gone. And that’s when I realize that he never was. He never has been. He never will be. Even still, I am his. I always have been. I always will be.

~o~

Eva, thanks. I loved this story and I hope you'll be in the mood to do more. I hope there are several of you willing to write. I do have two new stories for the next two week. I hope more of you are writing. You can send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

We are not precious

When did Nick and I become ‘precious’? I’m well aware of the different stages of life: childhood, youth, young adult, adult, middle age, mature, senior and finally somewhere up there, elderly. But there is a new age and I think it must be somewhere between middle age and mature. Mollie’s college friend’s parents are way younger than we are, we’re nearer the age of their grandparents. So is seems that everything we do now is ‘precious’ to her roommates. The fact that I write is ‘precious’, the flat cap that Nick wears is ‘precious.’ Nick and I merely roll our eye and try to not to lean too heavily on our walkers when we visit.

Mollie sometimes jumps on the bandwagon. She called us Friday while we were at the library. She wanted to know what we were doing there and I told her we were picking up a couple of books to listen to as we drive to Florida. Her response, “That is so sweet. What a cute little old couple thing to do.”

What the hell?

I’ll have her know (well I won’t, but I could) that this cute little old couple had some hot monkey sex later that afternoon. I got my ass spanked with the leather strap, the tawse and some cruel wooded implement I didn’t even see, all the while cuffed to the bed! Cute little old couple my butt. We’re as hot and kinky as anybody! And we are not precious!

Fantasy Friday - A Boy and a Good (bad) Girl

My first Friday of Summer and I’ve had a great week. Book four is well under way and book five is forming in my mind. I’ve done well on the A to Z challenge over at the Reading Room and when it’s done I will have posted there every day in June.

Paul is still writing for us today. This is another of his stories he was willing to share. I really thank him for sharing these with us. For today, enjoy…

A Boy and a good (bad) Girl

OR

A lesson in loving

I was sitting at a table in the Black and White Milk Bar on the Odeon side of the Edgware Road, just a hop, skip and a jump away from Marble Arch.

It was late October of ’52 I don’t remember the day; it was about a week past my seventeenth birthday.

I was dawdling over my cup of coffee, it was the only one I could afford, and when I drank it I would have to go back to my lonely room. I was about to take the last swallow when a woman entered the bar. What’s so unusual about that you may ask, the bar is a teenage bar, we don’t normally see adult women in here.

She wore a white coat and red shoes with 2” heels I think, and an air of confidence.

She looked ‘round and smiled, I imagine every boy in the place was gaping at her, I know I was.

She looked at me and touched her chin, I realised my mouth was open and shut it, nearly biting my tongue in the process. “You looking at me,” she said, “I’m looking at you, yes,” “why?”

“Because you are worth it,” she shook her head and ordered a white coffee.

She brought her coffee over to my table, “may I join you,” I stood up, and said, “of course, be my guest.” She stuck her hand out and said, “Eve,” suddenly she was nervous, “indeed,” I said “and I’m Paul, very pleased to meet you, a little overdressed aren’t you” my hand was a little sweaty when I shook hers.

“To what do I owe the honour,” “I said, “I beg your pardon,” she replied, I looked round, “there are empty tables and better looking boys. I may have just come from the country but I’m no hick, you are after something? You don’t feel like a Pro, and if you are, there is no one here who could afford you.” “If you will walk with me I’ll tell you.”

“My boy friend is away on business abroad, he only returns twice a year, you appear to have some of his qualities, when you looked at me you looked straight at me, you weren’t shy about telling me that I’m attractive, and you joked about my name.” “Where is this leading, I don’t do one night stands.” “Neither do I,” she answered sharply, “look I need to explain, and I can’t do this in the street, I live just round the corner, will you trust me for an hour, I have real coffee and even some biscuits.” “Lead the way Miss Siren, you’ve talked me into it, it was the biscuits that did it, always my downfall, biscuits!!”

We entered a house with only one bell on the door, brass fittings on the door, very smart.

Eve took of her coat, hung it on a coat rack, underneath she wore a calf length skirt and a sweater, a tight sweater, both were muted green. I liked what I saw. Eve took my jacket and hung it next to her coat.

She led into a sitting room with some very expensive furniture, she seated me and went and drew the heavy curtains.

“How do you take your coffee,” “strong, no sugar and a little cold milk,” I heard her walk down the hall, shortly she returned bearing a tray with cups, saucers, a dish with biscuits, and milk and sugar. “The coffee will be about ten minutes.” Why don’t you start explaining what this is all about,” “can it wait until we are settled,” “at least sit down, you are making me nervous.” She sank down to the floor, half kneeling next to me, it was surprisingly graceful and strangely comforting, her head was level with my thigh, she looked up at me and smiled, she was calm and composed as if she had finally come home.

I took the opportunity to look her over, the first thing was she had kicked her shoes off and left them by the door. Long shining brown hair halfway down her back, continuing down the top half of her bum looked very nice; as I looked she leaned forward to pluck a loose thread from the rug letting me see the whole round of her bottom, beautiful. She looked up at me again, clear grey eyes under well formed and defined eyebrows, a sweet rather long face with full lips and a firm chin. Her neck seemed long and slender, good shoulders, a good chest, nice breasts, double B or perhaps C, a slightly rounded tummy sitting on nicely rounded hips, the thighs were long and the legs longer. “Like what you see,” she said somewhat acerbically, “yes very much, your boy friend is a very lucky fellow.” “He thinks so, I’ll fetch the coffee.” As she walked away, I had a perfect view of her posterior; it had that tilt and sways that called out for a pair of male hands on it, yes I thought, very nice indeed.

Eve carried in a silver coffee pot, the steam of which, smelled divine, she put the milk in first and then poured, and I took a sip, first class coffee.

Eve sat down again, next to me, this time she kneeled upright with her hands open on her thighs, looking up to me she said, “Paul, the reason I’ve asked you here, is to put a question to you. Now I want you to give me an honest answer, don’t worry about my feelings. “OK fire away.” “If I was your girl and I told you that I’d been a very bad girl, what would you do?” “Well, obviously spank you, but to make sure that you got what you deserved, I’d need to clear a few things up. Are you sure you mean bad, not just naughty, bad gets you a real spanking, naughty a fun spanking. Have you broken faith or trust? These aren’t cured by punishments but by splitting up.” “Yes Paul I’ve been bad, I need to be punished.” ”Are you quite sure, this isn’t a game, if I punish you will know it, and might regret it.”

“Eve, I need to know your offence before I can punish you.” “I have broken several rules that Adam my boy friend gave me. Twice I’ve been to dangerous parts of town on my own, several times I’ve been drunk and I’m rarely in bed by my set time.”

“Well, you have been a bad girl, but I know the cure, stand up, strip,” “but,” “do it girl, NOW!!!” first the sweater, she had no bra, then the skirt; she undid the belt and then the buttons, no knickers. “Adam doesn’t allow me to wear underwear sir.” “OK now take your socks off and face me, hands by your sides, come round to my right and lie over my lap, give me your right hand.” Her arse was everything I thought it was, I rubbed it for a minute, made her open her legs a little, she blushed at that.

Then I started spanking her, solid hard smacks, each cheek from the crest to mid thigh, after fifteen minutes she was kicking quite wildly, but she still hadn’t made a sound, then after I landed three solid ones on each sit spot, she said, “don’t you think that’s enough sir,” “who’s is that decision,” I asked, “yours sir, sorry sir,” “you will be,” and continued to spank, suddenly she stopped kicking and started crying, not before time I thought, my hand is burning. I picked her up off my knee and cuddled her holding her close to my chest; she put her arms round my neck, hiccupped a couple of times and said a bit shakily, “I don’t think Adam ever spanked me that hard with his hand, oh boy, do you know how to spank.” I used my thumbs to wipe away her tears; she gave a little smile, gently released herself from my arms and knelt before me.

“May I thank you for my punishment sir,” I was a little puzzled but I said, “of course,” she undid my belt, opened my fly, and took my penis out. He was as hard as I had ever known, Eve gasped, stared for a moment, then licked the pre-come off, she slowly licked and kissed down the shaft and then suckled my scrotum, returning to the glands she slipped the head into her mouth. Working my testicles with her hands she slowly lowered her head, shuffling her knees backwards she aligned her mouth and throat with my penis and swallowed the entire length, the feeling as the glands went into her throat was amazing, she stayed like that for a moment then start moving her head up and down so her throat was massaging the sensitive part just below the glands. While one hand was playing with my testicles the other was at my anus, this was too much for me, “Eve I’m coming,” she nodded vigorously, increased the pressure of her mouth and hands, I shook and my semen burst forth, it seemed like minutes, however long it was Eve took it all and didn’t spill a drop. When I was once again in a position to take notice, Eve was sitting back on her legs a big smile on her face, she opened her mouth, it was full of my semen, she swallowed, licked her lips and looked very satisfied. That was absolutely amazing.

Eve didn’t realise but that was the first time anyone had swallowed, I was very moved, it seemed like a vote of confidence.

Eve said, “may I undress you.” “Go ahead; I warn you, your punishment isn’t over.” “I know sir,” “what remains?” “I broke a serious rule twice, Adam would beat me severely.” “As I will. You may undress me, and then fetch me your canes.”

Eve undressed me as gracefully as she did everything; every time she turned her back to me I had to admire her beautiful red arse. Running my hands over her so hot bum was very arousing.

Once more my arousal was prominent. Eve looked at me and smiled. “Sir, you like me don’t you.” “I would say that’s fairly obvious.” “Would you like me to deal with that?” “Not yet, you have considerately more pain to suffer, before your receive the benison of this within you. Did I not tell you to fetch your canes?” “Yes sir, sorry sir, right away.”

She went to an almost invisible cupboard next to the fireplace, opened the door, clipped to the door there were six canes of different diameters. Eve looked over her shoulder at me, “bring them all,” she collected all of them, “put them on the table and clear away the coffee thing. Tell me about these canes, starting with the thinnest.” “The girls cane really stings and lights a fire and turns me on no end, a fun cane, the boys cane stings more, I can take fifty or sixty without any real damage, the senior girls cane, is a real punishment cane, thirty or forty and I know I’ve been whipped, the senior boys cane is Adams favourite, thirty with that and I’m sleeping on my tummy for a couple of nights. The penultimate one is the junior penal cane, when I did something really bad I received twelve, I hope never to experience that again, the penal cane, Adam gave me six moderate strokes to taste it, the pain lasted for three days and the welts for more than a week.”

I looked round the room for a good place to cane Eve, espied an ottoman behind an armchair, it looked solidly built. “Help me pull this out,” we pulled it out in front of on of the sofas. “Eve lie lengthways over the ottoman, no that’s not quite right, take two of the seat cushions from the sofa and pile them on the ottoman, now lay down with your chest and belly on the cushions, that’s right, reach down and hold the legs with your hands, now put your feet by the rear legs, that’s perfect. I want you to stay in position, break position and you will earn three extra strokes, do you understand.” “Yes sir.”

“Eve, eighteen strokes,” one, gasp, two, gasp, by time six were taken Eve was breathing hard, I moved round the other side to balance out the strokes, seven, oh, eight, ahh, by the time twelve was reached Eve’s legs were kicking with each stroke, “only six to go, you are doing very well,” thirteen, oh shit, fourteen, fuck, fifteen, oh god , sixteen, jesuuuus, “hang on, the last two will hurt, seventeen hard across her sit spot, her body jerked, I thought she’d let go, she hadn’t, eighteen just below the last one almost as hard as I could, this time she shrieked, but she didn’t let go!!!

Eve was lying there sobbing and moaning, the moaning wasn’t all pain. I raised her to her feet, “girl I’m proud of you, that was very well taken, here let me clean you up.” Eve put her arms ‘round me, “where did you learn to cane like that,” “oh I was trained by an expert, do you have anything to put on your arse to help with the swelling.” “No, I’m beginning to like the way I’m feeling, talking about swelling, I see you still have a problem.” “You could say that, where is your bedroom.” Eve took my hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom, “would you like to shower first,” “no, kneel on the bed, present yourself, hang on. Do you have any rubbers,” she pointed to the bedside table, “in there,” I took out a small handful, these will do for the moment.

I tore the packet open and rolled the rubber on, I tapped Eve’s thighs wider, ran my hand gently over her pussy, she was very wet and her inner labia were protruding, I slid my fingers through her labia, found the entrance and slid a wet finger in, Eve moaned. With my left hand t searched for and found her clitoris, it was already out of its hood and very erect, I slipped another finger into her cervix and start to gently finger fuck her. Meanwhile my left hand was playing with her clitoris stroking and pinching, suddenly Eve gave a great shudder, gushing over my hand her head dropped to the bed and she was still.

After a few minutes Eve lifted her head and looked at me. “Are you ever going to fuck me, or do you intend to play with me all night.” I laughed, slapped her bum hard, “all in good time greedy girl,” “ouch,” was her only response, as she shook it at me.

I stood behind her and slipped my tool between her lips, lubricating the Johnny with her spending, I entered her slowly, she was very tight, and as my hips smacked her arse I reached forward and grasped her breasts. Eve was gasping and sobbing desperately trying to speed me up, but I wasn’t going anywhere. I love simultaneous orgasms, I wanted her to come at the same time as me, taking my left hand off her breast I started playing with her clit, her breath became faster and her body tensed up, I speeded up my strokes, wrapped my left arm ‘round Eve and as she shuddered and shrieked we both came, the force of her orgasm almost drove me out of her, she collapsed onto the bed and I on top of her, after a couple of minutes I remembered my manners, and took my weight on my elbows. We lay there for a few moments recovering our breath, looking at Eve, she had the silliest smile on her face, I took her in my arms and cradling her to my chest lay down, we fell asleep like that.

   

I awoke in some discomfort, my left arm was asleep, Eve was sleeping on it, we hadn’t moved all night. As I gently tried to move my arm from beneath Eve, her eyelids fluttered and she awoke, looking at me she at first seemed a little puzzled, and then I saw memory return.

“Good morning Paul,” she said as her lips curved up with a sleepy smile. “Good Morning Eve,” I replied, “could you just roll off my arm for a minute, I’m going to have a bad case of pins and needles in a moment.” As she rolled off my arm onto her back, she winced, “you did a good job on my bum last night,” I know, you earned it.” “Mmm was I good last night,” “you were a very good girl,” as I said that I kissed her, she put her arm round my neck and lifted herself to return the kiss, in so doing she rubbed against my morning stiffy, her eyes widened, she slipped her hand under the sheet, “hmm just as I remembered.”

She rolled on top of me, “do you mind if I’m on top, I’m still a little sore,” Kneeling she inserted me into her morning warm pussy, she felt so good. Taking her weight on her hands she started moving her hips, I’ve never been that fond of the cowboy position, I soon rolled her onto her back and we really started fucking, I was playing with her nipples and thrusting hard, with every thrust Eve was wincing, turning her over and raising her onto her knees I entered her from the rear, Eve started playing with her clit as I played with her breasts, Eve came with some vigour I wasn’t quite ready, suddenly realising I didn’t have a rubber on I quickly withdrew, Eve pushed me onto my back and took me in her mouth, two minutes later I came powerfully and Eve swallowed the lot.

I jumped out of bed, “I need the bathroom,” I said, we both made for the bathroom, I waved Eve through, “don’t be silly” she said, there were two basins and two crappers and a big enclosed shower, I stood while she sat, and we made beautiful music together.

We examined her arse, there were clearly defined welts. I’d crossed over a couple of times, Eve looked and whistled, “boy you really do know how to use a cane.” “Yes,” I said bitterly, “I was taught by a master.”

We showered; in all my life I had never known such luxury, as much hot water as we wanted, a huge natural sponge.

 I shampooed her hair and washed her from head to foot, every nook and cranny, she returned the favour and then some. Just as I thought we had finished, Eve looked down at my awakening tool, “pity to waste that,” knelt down and once again took me in her mouth, boy I thought that girl has a taste for cock. She made me hard, opened a rubber and rolled it on, climbed up my body put her arms round my neck and her legs round my hips slid onto me. I fucked her against the wall, this time it took longer, by the time I came my legs were shaking and we both were sweating. We showered off and dried each other.

I dressed, Eve put a house coat on, we went to the kitchen, Eve cooked us lunch, I was starving.

We talked.

Eve said, “Paul will you come back?” “Of course, you are a dream, but understand, I lust you something rotten, but you have a man, whether I can love you or not, I don’t know, if this is enough for you, I’ll come back.”

Before I left Eve asked me to spank her, it wasn’t a hard spanking, she kissed me goodbye and we parted.

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 That was the end of the beginning. I saw Eve regularly, Adam informed her when he was returning, her bottom was always unblemished when he returned.

Eve taught me most of what I know about women, Mel used to say that she owed Eve a debt of gratitude, Eve always said that I had a natural talent, I knew better than to argue, but even if I had talent, Eve most certainly honed it.

Adam and I dined together once each visit, after three years Adam was made deputy chairman of his fathers company, shortly after that Adam married Eve, I was an honoured guest.

We were close friends all our married lives.

Adam was my best man and Eve, Mel’s Matron of honour.

Adam died ten years ago after two years of agony; Eve survived him by a mere nine months.

THE END.

I hope you all are enjoying Paul's stories as much as I am. Still looking for new stories. If you're willing to share one please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

The way a day should be

My first day of freedom was marvelous. I slept until I wanted to get up – that in itself made the day

great. I was still up by seven thirty, made me some breakfast and checked email, blogs, facebook – you know, the usual. Then about nine I made a cup of coffee and headed to my writing room and wrote Cassie for a while, about 2,000 words.

Next I was up and out, got a haircut, went to the grocery store, did a little cleaning around the house, don’t laugh – wait, because I also cooked supper for my sweet husband!  Shall I wait while you all get ahold of yourselves? Nothing gourmet, hot dogs, corn on the cob, fried potatoes, but I did cook.

After supper Nick and I headed to the pool to visit and swim a little (I did wear a suit Eva, but only because it was in the day time). So peaceful. Next week we are heading off of vacation. We’re driving to Florida, taking our time, Nick love photography and there are some beautiful places to stop along the way. Our cruise sails next Thursday, it’s a three-day cruise. Then we’ll take our time driving home again. I’m not used to being away from my computer for so long, but I think it will be good for me.

So today was nothing too exciting, just a nice peaceful summer day – the kind all teachers dream of.

Blame Eva

I’m working tomorrow and that’s the last of it. I sure am feeling good. I want to spend the summer reading, writing, and losing weight. To accomplish the latter I may have to do something besides the first two activities. We’ll see.

To all of you who remember our dear friend Bas, you’ll remember he was fond of the phrase, “Blame PK.” I’m happy to take the blame/credit for many of the things I’ve had a hand in out here. I’ve bullied encouraged many people to begin blogging. I harassed talked some into taking their writing to another level and we are all the benefactors of that. But there was someone who got me hooked out here. So if we want to get technically correct we may need to change that saying to, “Blame Eva”.

 I had just found blogs, I hadn’t been reading a whole month before Eva slipped into my head, read all my thought and published them on her blog – Nothing Random. I commented that she needed to get out of my head, it was becoming entirely too crowded. That began a special friendship.

I met her in my most fearful days – terrified someone in RL would find my blog and ‘out’ me. Because of this our getting to know each other in RL was fairly slow. We eventually got up the nerve to exchange real names, what we did for a living… then a tentative phone call and finally meeting in person and eventually traveling to each other’s home and vacationed together.

Things change over the years. We began by talking, just a sentence or two by email, thirty to fifty times a day and we kept this up for more than five years. Even after she had pretty much stopped blogging. Then it went to a couple of times a day, then a few times a week, finally once ever couple of months. We were never angry with one another, but situations change and maybe there are times when your life takes you in another direction.

I’m happy to say we never stopped talking. And I’ve been delighted that Eva is doing some blogging now. I’d love for her to get the bug again and stay – her honesty and humor cannot be surpassed. But whether she’s here to stay or here for a few posts I wanted to reintroduce her to those who didn’t know her before. And to point out she is really the one to blame, she is the reason New Beginnings came into being and she was even the one to give me the name PK (read about it here). So if you get the chance to go by NothingRandom and say hey and don’t forget to blame Eva.

Fantasy Friday - The Honeymoon, part four

I'm feeling pretty happy and relaxed. School is over, summer has finally arrived for me and I am most grateful. Nick and I have one vacation planned for later this month and then I hope most of July will be devoted to writing.

For our story today we have the conclusion of Paul's honeymoon. It's such a lovely story. This conclusion is longer so if you don't have time to read this morning please remember to come back, I promise you it will be worth your time. For now enjoy...

You know Paul," a hint of wonder and contemplation in her voice, "your heart is quite loud!"

I chuckled and pulled my new bride closer to my chest. "With you in my arms, dressed only in your birthday dress...and it suits you well, of course my heart is loud! Every time I see you, my heart skips a beat."

We lay there for a while, content in each other's company.

The Honeymoon

 Part Four

Ejaculation and a Birthday Spanking

After a while Mel began to stir in my arms.  "Restless honey?"  I asked

"No,” said Mel, “just a little hungry."

“Would you like to eat in the restaurant or here?”

"Here, please."

"Anything you fancy?" I inquired.

"Whatever you’re having," she replied.

"OK Mel, I’ll order in a minute. Come here.”  I pulled her onto my chest and gently tickled her, running my hands up and down her sides.  I played with her breasts and was rewarded with her delightful chuckle.  It turned me on just to hear her.

Playing with her breasts and nipples turned her on so fast, her breathing quickened and her face flushed. “Are your nipples as sensitive as mine?" she asked.

"Try them and see," I chuckled.  "Use your mouth and teeth, but gently.  Use your hands and see what magic you command."

Mel looked a little lost.

"Have you never touched a man?" I asked.

Mel shook her head.  "Not like this," she admitted quietly.  "When we were swimming, I so wanted to rub my hands over you, but there were too many people and family around."

“Feel free.  Do what you want to do.  My body isn’t so different from yours.  What feels good to you, will probably feel good to me."

Mel began by kissing my face, my lips, my eyes, then nibbling on an ear.  I knew she was remembering what I had done to her. She kissed my neck and my shoulders and rather quickly made her way to my chest. She discovered my nipples already hard and erect.  She smiled as she tweaked one and took the other into her mouth. Her explorations caused me to get hard. I hoped Mel wouldn’t notice, but she did.  She started to lower her head wanting to repeat the earlier experiences. “Not yet," I said.  She pouted.  I shook my finger at her. "Girls who pout, get spanked." I growled with a smile.  She returned to my nipples.

Still kissing and tonguing my nipples Mel’s hands started to wander south.  She seemed unable to stay away from that part which complements our women most.  Who could blame her, not I.   Mel’s fingers felt like butterflies she was so gentle.  She discovered a little drop of pre-cum with her finger.  Looking at me, she smiled then impishly put her finger in her mouth.  She explored my glans, shaft and scrotum plus the very sensitive area between the scrotum and the anus, my perineum.  Then a little finger touched my anus.  Mel looked at me and blushed.  "Sorry," she murmured.

"For what?” I asked.

“I touched your bottom!"

"So?"

"Well..." Mel stammered, “...a lady..."

“Perhaps a lady doesn’t, but my wife may touch me where she wishes, unless told otherwise by me.  We are one, dear heart, in every way that matters, in spirit, in love, in trust.  Are you hungry?" I asked.

"Yes," she answered.  I grabbed the phone and ordered A La Carte; steak, chips and a green salad, with a bottle of the house white.  For dessert, fruit salad and cream, with a coffee to follow.

Mel still had her hands on that part that seemed to interest her most.  She looked up at me. "May I?" she begged.

"Be my guest” I said, then I laid back to enjoy myself. 'My!  Oh my!'  I thought, 'you are a quick learner.' Mel looked up at me, her face glowing.  She was obviously enjoying herself. She was making all the right moves, even squeezing my balls in time to the movement of her lips. After several minutes I felt I was about to cum. “Mel I’ll cum soon.  Do you want to take it in your mouth?"  She looked up and nodded then began sucking like a vacuum pump!  I was ready to burst.  I let out a groan and shot my load into her mouth.

Mel looked a little startled.  She swallowed twice, licked her lips, smiled and said, “Hey, that was nice!  Can I do it again soon?"

I growled.  “I’m a male, we don’t recuperate as quick as girls.  Don’t be greedy."

Just then there was a knock on the door.  "Lunch," I said.  I put on my robe and opened the door. Two men from room service pushed in a trolley and set the table.  They were quick and neat, taking only about three minutes.

I went back into the bedroom.  "Lets wash up and eat," I said. As we left the bathroom Mel took her robe.  "No robe," I informed her.  “I want you to get used to being naked when we are alone.  Do you understand?"

Mel came to the table naked.  She served first me and then herself. I asked her why she had served me first.  “Mother always served Daddy first, then the rest of us. She would usually serve by age, youngest first, herself last."

"Did you notice anything else different in your family life?" I asked. “The reason I ask is, I would like to know why you want an old-fashioned or spanking marriage."

“Two main reasons," Mel answered.  "As I grew older I noticed Daddy always had the final say.  It wasn’t very often, but when they couldn’t agree, Daddy always had his way. When I'd pass their bedroom late at night I would hear spanking sounds.  We were never physically punished, but many of our friends were, so I knew what a spanking sounded like. The strange thing is, or I should say was, is that spanking hurts.  If the noises my Mummy made were anything to go by, she was definitely enjoying herself!  The sounds were very similar to those I make when you spank me!"

“Well I haven’t had reason to really punish you yet.  You will learn that spankings can hurt a lot. You mentioned two main reasons, what is the second?"

“Well, once when Daddy was away on maneuvers, I needed to go into his office for something.  This was forbidden, if I’d been caught I would have been grounded for at least two weeks, possibly more.  My brother was for just going in there to hide. I noticed that the cupboard where he kept the work he brought home was unlocked. I couldn’t resist.  I peeked inside.  It was empty, except for the bottom shelf.  Much to my surprise there were two school canes and several straps. The straps were oiled and the canes were polished.  They looked as if they were used.  Now I know Mummy and Daddy loved each other a lot, you do agree, don’t you, Paul?"

“Absolutely," I said, “and you want a similar marriage, don’t you?"

“Oh yes!” Mel replied.

All this time we had been tucking into our meal.  I’d poured out two glasses of wine.  For a house white it was very palatable.

“Dessert?" Mel asked.

"Yes, please," I replied.  Mel busied herself dishing up fruit salad and cream.  As we ate, Mel was thinking hard, she made to ask a question, but I stopped her by saying, “Let's relax, enjoy the meal.  Any questions you may have, I will attempt to answer, later."

I poured two cups of strong, after dinner coffee and took my nude Mel on my knee. “Ask away sweetheart," I said.

Mel looked rather worried, and said, “If Daddy loved Mummy, how could he possibly beat her?"

I stopped her there.  "You need to understand the nature of domestic discipline.  Your Daddy wasn’t beating her in the sense of abuse.  He was giving her an agreed punishment for breaking a rule. This is something we will need to discuss very soon."  I thought we had been serious for too long.  "Shall we return to the bedroom?  There are things I’m longing to do to you."

Mel squealed and ran into the bedroom. Before following, I stacked the plates and put the trolley outside the door.

As I entered the bedroom, I looked at my darling.  I hoped she would enjoy what I was planning the two of us. ”Do you need the loo?" I asked.

"Yes, but it can wait,” she replied.

"No, it can’t.  Do it now."

"Oh, all right," Mel pouted.

"Lose the pout,” I told her as I popped her one. She jumped and grinned at me.

"Will I ever get used to that?" she muttered.

“I hope not!"  I laughed and watched her sashay to the bathroom door.  She gave me a saucy wiggle and a wink.

Mel was taking her time.  I wandered in.  "May I inquire, what’s keeping you?"

Mel was attempting to examine her backside.  “I’m trying to see my bottom, but I can’t quite manage."

“Pull out the swivel mirror,” I suggested.

“Oh yes, of course," Mel murmured. She looked and looked.  "It’s a little pale," she declared then looked at me.

“I want you to lose that habit, and quickly," I told her.  Mel blushed and apologized. “Have you finished in here?" I asked.  She nodded. I took her hand and led her back to the bedroom.

The bath sheets were still on the bed.  ‘Good,’ I thought, 'the bed has a better chance of staying dry.'   I sat on the side of the bed, placed Mel in front between my spread knees.

I looked at Me.  "In this marriage, I decide when you get spanked, do you understand?" Mel nodded. “There are exceptions.  If you have done something in my absence, which you believe is a matter for discipline, then you may bring it to my attention.  In fact I would expect you to.  Do you take my meaning?”  Mel replied her understanding.

I placed Mel over my lap with her body and legs on the bed.  I pressed her thighs apart with my hands. “You asked for this,” I reminded her.  "Don’t blame me if becomes too much for you."   I started to spank, hard but not too hard, my aim was to excite her and not to hurt her too much. After half a dozen smacks on each cheek, I start to gently rub and squeeze.  Funny, but this caused more wriggling than the spanking!  I started spanking again.  This time a little firmer and lower down on her cheeks.  She began moving more, little sounds escaping, sighs and ahs.  Her legs began to move. I caressed her again then slipped my hand between her thighs.  She was very wet. “Have you had enough?" I asked.

“Please, no, spank me harder, I’m almost there!" came her breathless reply.

“Well you asked for it!  Open your thighs a bit more, hold tight!"  I really started to spank her, moving all over her bum.  She was unable to judge where my hand would strike next.  On the crown, on the sit spot and then an inner thigh I spanked her.  Her sighs grew louder as she wriggled quite hard.  She began to pant hard!  Faster and faster I spanked.  Mel cried out.  Six very hard spanks on her thighs, Mel’s body arched up, she cried out and came all over my hand.

Mel was shaking.  I carefully sat her on my lap.  She put her arms around me and held me tight.  I kissed her hair, her eyelids, her nose.  My darling lifted her face and kissed me fully on the lips.  “Oh Paul...that was wonderful!  Where did you learn to spank like that?"

“That my darling would be telling.  Even husbands have secrets!" I chuckled.

Mel began to doze on my shoulder.  I shook her gently.  “Don’t you want to look at my handiwork?"  I asked.  She nodded.  I carried her to the bathroom, adjusted the mirrors so she could view her buttocks and thighs.  They were a glorious red.  As well spanked an arse as I’d ever seen! 

Mel gasped when she saw her beautiful bottom in the mirror.  "What a lovely colour, darling!   It felt so good! That was probably the best orgasm yet!"

“I hope to improve on it before the end of this honeymoon.  I haven’t finished yet," I assured her, "lets go back to bed.  Before we go, do you need the loo?"

Mel nodded.  "Maybe, I do feel a little pressure."  Mel sat on the commode and I noted her shyness had gone.  There was a tinkle as she emptied her bladder and a ladylike, quiet little fart as she pressed.  "Oops” Mel giggled and grinned.  After she wiped, she washed her hands.

I picked her up and took her to the bed. She was so responsive that I found myself hoping to make her squirt.  I had been told this sort of orgasm is out of this world!  “Are you alright laying on your back, not too sore?" I asked.

“I’m fine, the pain just keeps me on the boil," she told me.

“Good, that will make it easier for me."  Mel looked a question.  I smiled mysteriously.

Lying on the bed close to Mel, I took her in my arms.  She responded enthusiastically.  I kissed her deeply, using my tongue and all the skills I had.  My Mel tasted so sweet, a mixture of wine and candy. We kissed until we had to come up for air.  I held Mel tight to me, her firm breasts tight against me, her nipples were hard and swollen. I rolled her onto her back and rested my weight on my knees.  Those breasts are crying out for attention. I flicked first her right nipple and then her left nipple with my finger.  I lowered my mouth to her breast, took a nipple between my teeth and gently rolled it.  I took the other nipple between thumb and finger and squeezed hard.   Mel jerked, but smiled.  I continued to play with Mel’s breasts, something I liked doing, a lot.

I feel I’ve given the impression our love making was silent, it wasn’t.  It was full of little murmurings and endearments.  My readers must call on their own experience to fill in the silences. Still playing with Mel’s nipples I kissed my way down to her navel.  I plunged my tongue in as if drilling for oil.  Mel giggled.  Have I said that Mel’s giggles were a delight and so precious to me?

Leaving her belly button, I continued to kiss south, until i reached her mons.  I stopped for a few moments.  There was a quiver and the beginnings of a groan.  "Don’t be impatient child," I chided her.  She groaned again so I continued, avoiding her clitoris for the moment as I concentrated on her labia both outer and inner.  I also licked the sensitive area between her pussy and her bottom rose, rimming it with my tongue. This brought a gasp from her.  I don’t think she'd even considered anal play. I hoped to introduce it to her slowly.

“Play with your breasts sweetheart," I instructed.  I swirled my tongue around my darling's clitoris, causing another gasp.  I dipped two fingers into her c**t collecting liquid. I spread it to and around her bottom hole.  Meanwhile my other hand played with her pussy.  Three fingers in there looking for a special point.  Mel began to pant again, she was dripping!  I collected more liquid and lubricated Mel’s bottom.  I knew I’d found what I was looking for when Mel said, “Paul, I think I’m going to pee!"

"No, you’re not, just relax and let it go!"  I pushed a well lubricated finger into Mel’s arse.  She shuddered heavily, cried out and squirted three distinct squirts. She collapsed and closed her eyes. She lay like that for a little while.  Then she realized what she thinks she had done.

“Paul!" she gasped, “I peed all over you! I’m so sorry!"

"No you didn’t, dear heart, you ejaculated."

"Ejaculated?"  Mel repeated, “women don’t do that!”

"Yes, they do, you just have, and I have no doubt that you will do it again and often!  How do you feel?" I asked my relaxed bride.

“Just terrific!  What about you?"

"Oh, I feel great." I assured her.

"No, I mean, would you like to ejaculate?"

I chuckled.  "Rest for a minute.  You must be shaken.  After all it’s the first time you’ve squirted and the first time you’ve had a finger up your bum.  Well, how do you feel about that?"

“Well, Paul, squirting was great!  The finger up my bum, I think that it was nice.  I’d like to try it again."

“Don’t worry it’ll happen. Ready for the next round?" I asked her.  She nodded her eagerness.  "I want you to raise both your legs.  Hold them if you need to.  Once I’m inside you, rest your legs on my shoulders, play with your breasts or clit.  Do whatever you fancy."

I was very hard, but as this was the fourth time, it would take some time.  I started to pump gently and slowly, looking at Mel, she looked rather stunned, yet very happy.  As I moved in and out I started to lightly slap Mel’s bum.  Once again, she was building to a climax.   I slowed, not quite there yet then I sped up as I felt the pressure building.  I leaned forward holding Mel in my arms, our climaxes built together and we reached our release together.  Mel squirted once again.

We were both happy and exhausted.  I fell out of Mel, my piece looking somewhat worn.  I lowered her legs and collapsed by her side. Mel kissed me then put her head on my shoulder falling asleep.  Shortly after I joined her in slumber.

I slowly awakened.  The bedroom seemed darker and I wondered what the time was.  I feel something warm and wet around my cock. “Honey," I said sleepily, “that has to last a lifetime.  If you eat it all now, you are going to get awfully hungry!"

Mel looked up and grinned. “Ok, I’ll save some for later."

“How long have we been asleep?" I asked her.  "What time is it?"

Mel reached over to the bedside table and looked at my watch. “It's 6:45 PM.  By the way my stomach thinks my throat’s been cut.  I’m hungry!" This came out almost as a wail.

“Ok darling, don’t panic.  I’ll order us some food.  Anything on the menu that you fancy?"

Mel asked, "What are you going to have?"

I perused the menu. “I fancy fresh salmon salad, toasted teacakes, fruit juice and coffee."  I handed Mel the menu, she shook her head and told me she'd have the same.

After phoning room service, I told her our order would arrive in the next 15 minutes. “Lets get cleaned up.  Mel show me your bum, I want to check it out."  Mel turned over and waved it at me.  It was slightly pink.  I ran my hand down it, it felt quite normal and certainly no worse for the wear.  "Looks and feels fine,” I told her.  "You’ll be OK for your birthday spanking after supper."

Mel looked up, her eyes huge.  “A Birthday Spanking?!?  So you didn’t forget!  That reminds me of something.  Damn it’s gone, it’ll come back!"  We made our way to the bathroom and shared a shower.  It was great fun sharing a shower.  I finished quickly as room service would be up with our supper soon. I heard the familiar double knock and let them in. They set the table as efficiently as usual and departed.

I wandered into the bathroom to see if Mel was ready.  She had the showerhead on full.  The water was playing on her pussy while she played with her clit.  There was a far away look in her eyes.  I leaned against the doorjamb and waited.  Suddenly she shuddered, sighed and sagged a little.  I applauded.

"Don’t you ever get enough?"  Mel giggled, splashing water my direction.  “I’ve been on starvation rations for the last four years," she declared.

“I think that we will make up for that very soon.  Dry off and come get your supper."

Mel wandered into supper still as naked as the day she was born, but I’ll warrant somewhat better looking.  She dished out the salad and put teacakes in the toaster. I poured two glasses of fruit juice.  “Mel, I think we need to talk about our plans. Have you any real idea what a domestic discipline marriage is?"

Mel shook her head slowly.  "Not really, but I want a marriage such as Mummy and Daddy have," she stated.

"So far the spankings you’ve had have been erotic or fun spankings, for pleasure and to turn you on." Mel nodded, listening seriously.   “The discipline part can mean real pain and anguish.  A punishment spanking will hurt, it won’t work if it doesn’t. Of course how often and how hard you are punished will depend on you and the rules we decide to adopt.  Have you any questions so far?"

Mel nodded. “I do have questions, but can I have a couple of days to sort them out in my head?"

"Of course, take as long as you need.  You must be very sure.  This should be a lifelong commitment."

“Any idea what you would like to do tomorrow?" I asked her.  "I really think that we should go out.  Room service needs to get in here and we need to stretch our legs.  Plus the fact that the hotel likes to see their honeymoon couples in the public rooms.  It’s good publicity.  So what do you think?"

“Could we do the Eiffel Tower, the Arc De Triomphe and perhaps Montemar the Artists Quarter?" she asked.

“I don’t see why not.  I’ll dig out the map of Paris later, it’s in my case.  Would you like another coffee?"  She indicated she would so I poured her a cup and I had a fruit juice.

I went to my case to find the map.  There was a flat brown paper parcel on the bottom of the case.  I remembered that dad had brought it in and said, "You’ll need this for the birthday spanking."  I showed to Mel who looked at it and shook her head.  "Now I remember!  Mummy slipped one just like that into my case and said, 'give this to Paul when it’s time for your birthday spanking.'" Mel went to her case and found a similar packet.  I told her to open it, which she did.  Inside she discovered a strap about 18” long and 2” wide with a split about 6” long at one end.

"A strap!" Mel exclaimed

"No," I told her, "it's a junior tawse."

Mel eagerly encouraged me to open the package her father had given me.  It also contained a tawse, but it was longer and heavier with three splits at the end.  "This is a senior tawse," I explained to her, "for bigger boys and girls."

“Talking about birthday spankings...isn’t it about time you had yours?"

Mel looked very apprehensive.  "With that?  That will really hurt!"  Her eyes were round with worry.

"It will still be a good girl spanking," I reassured her.  "It will be harder than any you’ve had yet, but not so hard that you won’t enjoy it.  Trust me?" Mel nodded.  "Lead on," I told her, giving her a light smack on her bottom, "and don’t forget the strap."  Mel gave a little hop and led the way into the bedroom.  Stalling for time, Mel stated she needed to visit the bathroom, so we both went in and did the necessary.

Once in the bedroom, I piled a stack of pillows on the end of the bed to raise Mel’s bottom for the strap. I placed Mel over my lap.  "I’m going to hand spank you first as a warm up."  Mel nodded and lay over my knee. I caressed her lovely bottom for a few minutes, then I started to smack, fairly lightly at first, allowing the weight of each spank to increase.  Eventually her cheeks were a healthy pink.  If used carefully the tawse would not welt or bruise her skin. “Get up, Mel, and lay over the pile of cushions.  You will receive twenty strokes, 18 for your age, one to grow on and one for luck.  The last one will be full strength."

Mel asked, "Did daddy tell you what to do, because that’s exactly how he did it!"

“No," I said, “that’s just how it’s done.  I’ve given a few birthday spankings in my time, and taken a few as well. I want you to call out the number as you receive it.  I’ll give you a safeword. If you really need me to stop, just say 'Frog's Legs!'  Are you ready for your spanking?"

Mel nodded and I brought down the first stroke. Mel’s bottom blushed, one, the next, two, and again, three, the next three a bit harder and quicker, four, five, six, I was covering Mel’s bottom well.  The next six were slower, but harder, 7…8…9…10…11…12!  The last six were not so hard and fast; 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18!  These landed just on the sit spot.  Mel was very good.  She was ‘Ouching’ a little and shifting some, but she hadn’t moved her hands or lost count.  The one to grow on landed right across the crown of her cheeks and made her wince...19!  “Grab hold of the mattress Mel," I said, "this one will hurt!"  I brought the tawse down quite hard.  THWACK!  Mel gasped out "20!"  and grabbed her bum.

I picked her up and placed her on my knee.  "There," I said, “that wasn’t too bad was it?"  Mel gave a tremulous smile and shook her head. “That’s over until my birthday." She had her arms round my neck and I could feel her hot little nipples burning into my chest.  I slipped a hand between her legs, she was very wet.

I picked her up and laid her on the bed.  "You’re in need of a little loving, aren’t you?"  Mel nodded.  I encouraged her onto her hands and knees.  I slipped deeply into her as my hands gently squeezed her hot cheeks.  It wasn’t long before we both climaxed!  It was very good indeed.  I rearranged the pillows, pulled the light blanket over us and turned the light out.  I kissed Mel, then she turned and snuggled her hot bum into my groin.  I put my arms around her and so ended our second day as man and wife.

THE END   © Paul

Paul I can't thank you enough for the wonderful stories you have shared with us. All together they make a lovely dream. Thanks you again. Paul has sent me several other stories and they will be along in due time. I'm still looking for stories, all the time, if you are willing to share one with us, please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com