A Punishment for Mommy's Boy
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Posted:Apr 9, 2009 2:34 pm
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(F/M, Age Play, oral, anal sex)
This story was partially inspired by a Daddy/Girl age play spanking story that Kathy McGuiness (KathyMcG, Jan 4, 2005) posted on the USENET (Google) group soc.sexuality.spanking.
This story is my mirror version of Kathy's story where Daddy's girl gets a spanking. Here Mommy's boy is getting a spanking. At the end of Kathy's story Daddy's girl sucks his cock. Mirroring Kathy's story, this one starts with a "punishment" spanking and ends with sex for Mommy.
To me Kathy's story and this story speak to something deep in the psyche's of some of us like sexual spanking. Giving up power to a parental figure. Sometimes I want to be a little boy crying over Mommy's knee as I'm getting spanked. Everything is OK when you're over Daddy or Mommy's knee getting a spanking. The spanking hurts, but you're protected and loved. For some of us this is also intertwined with our sexuality too.
I've gotten one email so far denouncing me for advocating corporal punishment of . I state on the front page of this web site that I am against spanking . Let me state it here too: I am against spanking (got that?). Spanking in fantasy is nothing like spanking in real life. Fantasy spankings hurt, but they are warm and loving. Real life spankings are nothing like this. That place that lives in my fantasy, of being warm, safe and loved as I'm crying over Mommy's knee does not exist. It is just fantasy.
Crying is, in fact, the one part of this story that is totally made up. I've never been able to cry during a spanking, as much as I long to entirely give up control and cry like a little boy. I've always envied women who can cry when they are spanked.
Just as I don't advocate spanking , I strongly condem sex between adults and . There is no way to describe sex between adults and except as a horrible crime. This story is what is called "Age Play". If you don't know what that means, I recommend that you stop reading now.
Until I started publishing my stories on this web site, I thought that the F/M stories would only appeal to men who bottom. I've been pleasantly surprised by email from a couple of women who love to spank men. So I hope that you enjoy this story, not matter who you are.
Wintermute
Brian was sitting in one of the overstuffed chairs in the living room reading when Mommy came in.
"Its time for bed, honey" she told him.
Brian did not want to go to bed right then. He was at a good part in the book he was reading. But he know better than to argue with Mommy, so he shut his book.
"We also need to take care of the spanking you have coming, honey", Mommy told him in a matter of fact voice.
Brian had hoped that she had forgotten about his naughtyness earlier in the day. He could not have said why he harbored this hope, since Mommy never forgot when he had a spanking coming.
"I want you to go to your room, undress to your panties and bring me the ruler paddle", Mommy told Brian.
"Yes, Ma'am", Brian answered dejectedly
He went upstairs to the bedroom and undressed, hanging his shirt and pants in the closet. He was now wearing only a pair of sheer "Male Power" bikini briefs. Mommy picked out his underwear and sheer bikini briefs where the only kind of underwear she allowed him to wear unless he was going to the gym.
Brian went to the dresser and got the ruler paddle from the top drawer. As he walked down stairs carrying the paddle he hoped his impending spanking would not hurt too much.
Mommy was sitting on the middle of the cream colored couch. When Brian came into the living room, Mommy put the magazine she was reading down on the coffee table. He went to her and stood on her right side. Mommy was wearing a white "V" neck cashmere sweater and a skirt, which had ridden up to the middle of her thighs.
"Pull down your panties please, honey", Mommy said, taking the paddle from Brian's hand.
"Can't I keep them on, Mommy?", Brian begged. "They're really thin and it will hurt just as much with them on."
"You know better than that, honey. Naughty boys get spanked on their bare bottoms. I'll give you a choice. If you want to keep your panties on, you can take a paddling over your panties and then pull your panties down for the spanking I'm going to give you."
"No Mommy. I don't want an extra paddling"
"Well then you'd better pull your panties down, young man"
"Yes, Ma'am", Brian said as he pulled his briefs down to the middle of his thighs and lay across Mommy's lap. He could feel the bare skin of her thigh warm against his cock.
In a calm voice Mommy proceeded to discuss why she was going to have to punish Brian. As she talked she caressed his bottom and gave his buttocks a pat every-once-in-a-while for emphasis. Mommy's caresses felt good, but the light slaps were an uncomfortable reminder of what was soon to come. As Mommy scolded him, Brian said the appropriate things at the appropriate places, promising to never be a naughty boy, ever again.
"Do you have anything to say before I spank you", Mommy asked when "the talk" had come to a close.
"I'm sorry, Mommy", Brian said. "I'll be a good boy, I promise. Please don't spank me too hard."
"I know you'll be a good boy, honey", Mommy said "But sometime you need a reminder and that is what spankings are for. I'm afraid that a hard spanking is exactly what is called for."
Mommy shifted the paddle to her right hand, her left arm around Brian, holding him against her body. She brought the thin paddle down hard across her boy's bare bottom. The sting of the first stroke was always a surprise to Brian who never quite remembered how much the paddle hurt. He tried to be brave for Mommy and take his spanking in stoic silence. But after the first ten strokes the sting of each paddle smack seemed to build on the previous one. He was soon crying out as the paddle cracked across he bare buttocks.
After Mommy gave Brian twenty strokes with the ruler paddle she gave him a break for a minute or two. Brian's bottom was starting to blush pink and was warm under her hand as she caressed him.
"I love you, honey", Mommy said, as she lightly patted Brian's bottom with the paddle.
"I love you too, Mommy", Brian said softly.
"I'm afraid that the next twenty are going to have to be harder, honey", Mommy told Brian as she started paddling him again. As Mommy promised, the strokes were harder and hurt more. Soon the crack of the paddle across Brian's bare bottom was mixed with his cries.
"OK, honey, you can get up now", Mommy told Brian when the paddling stopped.
Brian got up and pulled up his briefs, rubbing his bottom.
Mommy stood up. "I want you to go to your room and lay out the cane and the spanking strap for me. Take your panties off and lie over the end of the bed. I'll be up in a little while to punish you. While you're waiting for me I want you to think about why you are being punished", Mommy told Brian.
"Please, Mommy, don't spank me any more." Brian had started to say that he had learned his lesson when Mommy put two fingers across his lips.
"Hush, darling". Mommy slapped his left buttock. "Now scoot. I better see a naked boy over the end of the bed when I come up."
"Yes, Ma'am", Brian said as he turned and went to the bedroom, shuffling his bare feet on the tile floor.
He went to the walk-in closet and took down the rattan cane and the spanking strap from where they hung. He laid the cane and the strap on the end of the bed, on the left side. He slipped his briefs off and put them on the night stand (dropping clothes on the floor was a spankable offense as far as Mommy was concerned). Brian took a pillow from the head of the bed and placed it at the end of the bed, in the middle. He then lay over the end of the bed, with the pillow under his hips, his bottom pushed up.
Even if Mommy had not told Brian to think about why he was being punished, Brian would have thought about various naughty things he had done, as he lay naked over the end of the bed waiting for Mommy to spank him. After a while his mind also wondered back to the spankings his mother had given him when he was a little boy. When he was a he had been very willful and there were times that it seemed that he was in constant rebellion against his mother's authority. While he must have tried her patience, Brian's mother hardly ever raised her voice. But when he pushed her too far, he found himself with his pants down around his ankles, over his mother's knee, her hand smacking his bare bottom.
Brian knew how his mother expected him to behave and how hard he could push her before he ended up over her knee. But sometimes he still acted out or pushed her until she spanked him. One day when he had been particularly naughty the paddle made it's appearance for the first time. The paddle was about the size of a ping-pong paddle, but made of half-inch hardwood. And that day Brian learned that the paddle hurt much more than mother's hand.
Brian would have done anything to get out of the spankings he earned from his mother. But thinking back, he realized that even though the spankings hurt, there was something comforting about crying over his mother's knee as she spanked him. When he got a spanking he always knew he had been a bad boy and his mother would make it all better. The rebellion was over and he had submitted to her authority as she paddled him.
Brian's memories of the spankings he had gotten when he was younger brought Brian's thoughts back to the cane and the spanking strap that were lying next to him on the bed. Mommy had spanked him last week and Brian remembered how much the cane and the strap hurt. He hated waiting, wondering how hard the spanking would be this time. Finally he heard the sound of Mommy's heels on the tile as she walked down the hall and came into the room.
Brian heard Mommy go into the closet. He knew better than to move out of position on the bed, so he did not turn around. He could hear the clothes hangers shift. A few minutes later Mommy walked over to the dresser. She was wearing a black lace bra and a pair of matching string bikini panties. Brian could see the curves of her buttocks beneath the sheer material her panties. Mommy opened the dresser drawer and took out the ping-pong shaped hardwood paddle. She went to the left side of the bed and put the paddle on the night stand.
Mommy picked up the cane and stood on Brian's left side.
"Have you been thinking about why you're being punished, young man?", Mommy asked.
"Yes, Ma'am"
"Good. Are you ready to take the rest of your punishment, honey?"
"Yes Mommy", Brian answered softly.
"Good boy." Mommy tapped Brian's bottom lightly with the cane. "Scoot up a few inches and raise your bottom for me, honey", Mommy said.
Brian moved a few inches toward the head of the bed and arched his back, pushing his bottom up. He felt the cane, light across the middle of this bottom. He looked over at Mommy. The cane, in her right hand was raised above her head. In that moment, as he waited for the cane stroke, he thought that she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
"Eyes forward, honey", Mommy ordered.
Brian moved his head, burying his face in the comforter. He heard the swish of the cane and felt the first stroke burn across his bottom. A few seconds later the hot pain from the stroke burned across his buttocks. Mommy gave the cane strokes hard, using the full swing of her arm. As she caned him, the red lines of the cane welts bloomed across Brian's bare buttocks and across the tops of his thighs. Mommy administered a stroke about every ten seconds, giving enough time for Brian to feel the flood of pain from a stroke before the next one came. The strokes across the tops of his thighs were the ones that hurt the most and soon Brian was crying out as he took each stroke.
After giving Brian twenty strokes, Mommy sat down on the bed next to him. Her hand felt cool as she caressed him, her fingers running across the welts that lined his buttocks, then down between his cheeks to the base of his cock. "You're taking your punishment like a good boy", Mommy said.
She got up and moved to the other side of the bed and started caning him again, this time from the right side so that the caning would be even across both of Brian's buttocks. The strokes were harder and the slap of the cane across Brian's bottom was soon matched by his cries of pain.
Brian's bottom was crimson and welts lined the cheeks of his buttocks and the tops of his thighs when Mommy finished administering another twenty cane strokes.
Brian could hear Mommy go to the closet and hang up the cane. Mommy went to the bed and lay down. "Come here, honey" she said, holding her arms open. Brian got up and lay on the bed next to Mommy. She unhooked her bra and he snuggled his face between her breasts.
"I love you, honey" she told him. "Sometimes I have to give you a spanking so I can help you be a good boy."
"I love you, Mommy. I'm sorry I was a bad boy. Thank you for spanking me."
Mommy cupped her right breast in her hand, offering her nipple to Brian. He put his mouth to her nipple and sucked. She petting his hair for a few minutes as he sucked her nipple.
"I'm going to have to give you a whipping with the spanking strap, darling", Mommy said softly. Brian pushed his face into her breasts. "Will you take your punishment for Mommy like a good boy?"
The pain of a whipping was scary, but Brian answered "Yes, Ma'am".
"Good boy. Please go lie over the end of the bed so I can whip you."
Brian did not want to leave the warm comfort of Mommy's breasts, but he got up anyway and resumed his position over the end of the bed.
Mommy slipped her bra off, putting it on the night stand next to Brian's briefs. When Mommy had picked up the spanking strap and moved to Brian's left side, he arched his back, presenting his bottom for punishment.
Mommy brought the thick leather strap down hard across his ass. The strap had a heavier impact than the cane, the pain was immediate. Mommy gave the strokes with the strap a little faster. The pain quickly built, as she whipped him with the strap across his already sore welted bottom. Brian's cries soon turned into soft sobs as tears streaked his face as Mommy whipped him. The wider welts left by the strap were soon covering Brian's bottom, over the thiner cane welts.
As she had done when she caned him, Mommy gave Brian a break after giving him twenty strokes with the strap. She waited until he caught his breath and he stopped crying as she caressed him. Then she moved to his right side and began whipping him again, administering another twenty strokes.
Mommy hung the strap in the closet and sat down next to Brian. "Come put your head in my lap, honey", Mommy said.
Brian knelt next to Mommy, laying his wet cheek across her bare thigh, his arms wrapped around her. She caressed him, petting his hair until he stopped crying.
"Would you like to kiss Mommy's pussy, darling", she asked Brian.
"Oh Yes, Mommy. I'd like that very much"
"If you want to kiss my pussy you'll have to take a paddling over my knee. And it will hurt. I'll spank you until you're sobbing like a little boy."
"Yes, Mommy. I'll take my paddling. May I kiss your pussy"
"You may, honey"
Mommy lay back on the bed, her bottom on the edge, her thighs spread. Brian knelt between her thighs. He kissed her pussy through her panties. He could feel the lips of her vulva through the sheer wet crotch of her panties as he kissed her.
"May I take off your panties, Mommy"
"Yes honey", Mommy said as she arched up so he could slip her panties off her bottom and then down her legs.
She spread her legs again, caressing Brian's hair with her fingers as he licked the lips of her vulva and sucked on her clit. She pushed against he mouth as she sucked, moving slowly against him, then faster and faster as her orgasm built, her breath coming quicker. He could feel her orgasm sweep over her as he sucked her clit, her body shuddering, pushing against his mouth, her pussy very wet.
After a moment she gently pushed Brian away and sat up. "Please get me the paddle, honey. It's time to pay the piper, young man"
Brian stood up and got the paddle from the night stand and handed it to Mommy. His cock stood out hard and erect as he stood beside her, before laying across her lap to take his punishment. Mommy's bare thigh felt good against his cock as he settled into place, his bottom over her right thigh.
"I'm not going to count the strokes this time, darling", Mommy told him. "I'm going to paddle you until your sobbing like you used to when you were a little boy getting a spanking for being naughty."
Mommy began spanking him with the heavy paddle, first on one cheek, then the other. She spanked hard, putting her whole arm into each stroke. Mommy held Brian tightly as he cried out as the paddle punished his sore buttocks. He tried to stay still, but he could not stop his buttocks from clenching, his legs kicking slightly as the pain from Mommy's paddling burned across his buttocks.
After the first few strokes Brian was crying again, his soft cries intermixed with his louder cries of pain as the paddle smacked the cheeks of his bottom. After a while, as Mommy paddled him, he stopped kicking his legs. And finally he was lying still over her lap, limp, crying as Mommy spanked him.
Brian's bottom was starting to get mottled with bruises from the paddling. "Come on, honey, let it come. Let go", Mommy said as she paddled him.
Finally the sobs came. Brian was a little boy again, sobbing as he was spanked by Mommy, his breathless crying interspersed with partially formed words promising to be good, begging for an end to his spanking.
Mommy spanked him for a little while longer as he sobbed limply over her lap.
"You can get up now darling", Mommy told him when she stopped paddling him. "Your punishment is almost over. I want you to be a good boy and kneel on the bed and spread your cheeks for me."
Brian got up and moved to the middle of the bed so that he could reach out and put his hands against the headboard. Kneeling, he rested his head on the comforter, his ass in the air. He reached back, cupping a buttock in each palm and spread his cheeks.
Mommy went to the dresser and took out a dildo, a dildo harness and a tube of lube. Brian watched her as she put the dildo in the harness and slipped the harness on, adjusting the straps just below the cheeks of her bottom. The dildo stood out like an erect black silicon cock.
Mommy got a towel from the drawer and picked up the lube. She knelt behind Brian, between his spread legs. He heard the squish of the lube as Mommy put it on the dildo. He felt the lubed tip of the dildo against his anus.
"Relax, darling, and take your fucking for me", Mommy said as she pushed the dildo against him. Brian pulled his buttocks wider, relaxing as the dildo pressed inside him. Mommy always used the bigger dildo when she punished him and at first it felt bigger than he could take, hurting slightly as she pushed into him.
Mommy gently pushed the dildo into him until she was pressing against his sore bottom. She could feel the heat from his punished cheeks. Keeping his head down, Brian put his arms out in front of him, bracing his hands against the head board. Mommy's thrusts were shallow and slow at first as she fucked him. Mommy slowly built up the force of her thrusts until she was pulling the dildo half way out and thrusting back into Brian's ass, fucking him hard and fast. She loved the way he kept his ass raised, taking the dildo, taking his punishment ass fucking. She felt each thrust as the base of the dildo pressed against her mons and clit. Her excitment built slowly as she fucked him hard and after about five minutes Mommy had another orgasm.
Afterward Brian rinsed the lube off his bottom and washed off the dildo. When he came back to bed and Mommy held him against her bare breasts and they both fell asleep.
January, 2004
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Case Wintermute
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Lurkers and Voyeurs
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Posted:Apr 9, 2009 2:32 pm
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Guess some people just can't get enough! LMAO... Makes you think that maybe they aren't as happy as one would think since they still keep looking at my blog! Last looked on March 31... well, since I haven't been on since March 29, I guess that says something eh? Well, if some people need to read my blog in order to spice up their lives or get ideas for their own relationships I guess I should be flattered. Hope everyone is having a great week! I know I am! My Master will be coming to visit in a few days! YAY!! Well, I am outta here for now, will post a new story first!
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Wonderful weekend!
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Posted:Mar 29, 2009 11:58 am
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Master and i had a wonderful weekend! We got to spend the whole weekend in Montreal. What a beautiful city it was too. While we spent most of it in our hotel, He did take me out on Saturday night and showed me around the town. He is such a sweety and so good to me. We had to go our separate ways this morning, He to His home and i to mine, but both of us left with smiling faces and are already anticipating our next trip together. Hope everyone else had as good a time this weekend as we did!
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Happy Day!
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Posted:Mar 24, 2009 4:06 am
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Yes, as you might guess, my Master and I have merged accounts and thus the name change too. Afterall, it wouldn't do for him to have an account name of kajira4one2 now would it? He is very good to me and we both care very much for each other. Sometimes some things are just meant to be. Life gives us all these options and sometimes you wonder if you picked the right one and then something happens and you KNOW you made the right decision. You don't just know it, you feel it to the center of your being. That is how it is with us.
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A Date With A Riding Crop
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Posted:Mar 12, 2009 7:21 pm
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A Date with a Riding Crop
When Walter came downstairs on Saturday morning his Nanny, Lisa, was already dressed for horseback riding. She was wearing a pair of tan riding pants, black calf-high boots and a blue pinstripe button-down shirt. Walter was sixteen and he admired the swell of Lisa's breasts under the button-down shirt.
After saying good morning to Lisa, Walter poured himself a cup of coffee from the pot Lisa had made. The newspaper was piled on the table where Lisa had left it and Walter sat down to read. He had finished his coffee and most of the paper when Lisa said "I was very disappointed in you last night. You did not work on your term paper and you lied to me. You told me you were working and I found you playing computer games".
Walter had been hoping that somehow Lisa had suffered a bout of amnesia during the night and had forgotten about this. He considered offering the explanation that he should be excused because he had been playing "Doom 3", a game he had been waiting over a year for. But he correctly guessed that this argument would carry little weight with Lisa.
"I'm sorry, Lisa. I'll finish the paper this weekend", Walter said, attempting to placate her.
"Yes, I expect the paper to be done this weekend. But that does not address the issue of your procrastination and lying to me. Now please go get the ruler paddle".
"Lisa, please..."
"The paddle, young man"
Walter turned and shuffled off to his bedroom. After retrieving the ruler paddle from where it hung at the back of his closet, Walter returned to the kitchen where Lisa was waiting.
"Come with me" she told him.
Lisa was 24 and had been paying her way through graduate school by working as Walter's Nanny for the last two years. Walter's parents traveled frequently and had an active social live. Walter, left largely to his own devices, had been barely passing most of his courses before High School. At the start of Walter's freshman year in High School his parents hired Lisa as his Nanny and tutor.
Everyone who met Lisa commented on how nice she was. At first Walter's parents were not sure they had made the right choice in hiring Lisa to deal with their recalcitrant . Walter rarely managed to get Lisa to show even a sign of irritation and she rarely got angry. Walter quickly developed a crush on Lisa, who he thought was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He also rapidly discovered that there was steel beneath her velvet exterior. Lisa would not allow herself to be pushed around and she firmly believed in virtues of corporal punishment, at least in Walter's case. Under Lisa's new regime, the first time Walter neglected to turn in a school assignment he was shocked to find himself across Lisa's knee, crying out in pain as she paddled his bare bottom. The missed assignments rapidly disappeared into the past and Walter's grades improved. Although Lisa's methods did not conform to anything that parenting expert Dr. Spock had written about, they seemed to work with Walter and she had his parents full support.
As Walter followed Lisa into the living room he watching the muscles of her buttocks move beneath her riding pants. He could feel his cock starting to get hard. He tried to look at something else, but his eyes kept being drawn back to Lisa's figure. He loved her narrow waist and the swell of her hips under the skin tight pants. He wondered if she was wearing panties, since all he could see was the smooth curves of her bottom.
Lisa sat down in the middle of one of the couches in the large living room. Walter went to her right side and handed her the paddle. Lisa was tall, only half an inch under six feet and athletic. He knew that when it came to spankings, Lisa was like the Borg on Star Trek: resistance was futile. Walter's pants fell down around his ankles when he undid them. Lisa stopped him as he moved to lie across her lap.
"Panties down too", Lisa ordered
On occasion Lisa would would spank him over his briefs, but this was not one of those occasions. Walter pushed his bikini briefs down to the middle of his thighs. He had to stretch the front on his briefs over his hard cock, which embarrassingly sprung out pointing slightly upward. Walter hated the pain of Lisa's spankings and tried to avoid them, but to his dismay he also found the prospect of being punished by Lisa very erotic. Lisa ignored his hard cock and he quickly lay across her lap.
Lisa patted his bottom with the paddle. "I have a riding date with my friend Anne in half an hour, so I don't have time to punish you properly. But I'm going to give you a quick paddling now to give you something to think about while I'm gone."
Lisa brought the paddle down hard across Walter's bottom. Although it was a light paddle, it had a mean sting. Lisa played tennis and she had a strong right arm. Soon the crack of the paddle across Walter's bare bottom was echoed by his cries of pain. After Lisa had counted out forty strokes she told him he could get up.
"I'll be back at lunchtime" Lisa told Walter as he pulled up his pants. The pain of the spanking had deflated his cock. "We can have lunch and then take care of the rest of your spanking. In the mean time I want to see some progress on your term paper."
Lisa returned three hours later. Walter had added one page to the term paper, but when he heard Lisa's riding boots on the stairs he was day dreaming. When she came into the room Walter's eyes were immediately drawn to the black riding whip in Lisa's right hand.
"I'm glad to see you working on your paper" Lisa told him. She put the whip down on the bed. "Let's see what you've done so far".
Walter moved aside to let Lisa sit at the computer. She read through what he had written. "The is good, Walter. But it is only a start. You need to focus on your work and finish this. But we can discuss this more after lunch." Lisa stood up. "I don't know about you, but I'm hungry. Lets have lunch. I'll give you a spanking after lunch and then you can get back to your paper."
Lisa made them curried chicken sandwiches on sourdough rolls for lunch. Normally Walter would have wolfed his down, but the prospect of his upcoming punishment ruined his appetite and he ate only half of his sandwich. "I'll save it for later" he told Lisa.
"OK, honey" she told him. "Let's get your spanking over with. Now please come with me".
Walter liked it when Lisa called him "honey". The only problem was that this usually only happened when he was getting a spanking.
Walter followed her into the living room again. The paddle was on the coffee table where Lisa had left it in the morning. Without being told Walter bared his bottom and lay over Lisa's lap to take his punishment. Lisa gave him a short lecture about the importance of concentrating on his school work. She also told him that she was very disappointed that he had lied to her about how much work he had done on his paper. He answered "Yes, Lisa" and "I'm sorry Lisa" at the appropriate places. Walter felt guilty about not doing his work and especially bad about lying to Lisa. He knew he deserved a spanking and he wished that Lisa would just dispense with the lecture and start paddling him. Or so he thought until Lisa gave him the first stroke with the paddle. The paddle seemed to hurt even more than it had in the morning. Lisa concentrated many of the strokes just above his thighs and he was soon crying out with each stroke.
"I want you to go to your room, undress and lie over the pillows" Lisa told him after she had given him forty strokes.
Walter stood up. "I'll be up in a few minutes to give you a whipping" she told him as he pulled his pants up.
"Please don't whip me, Lisa. Can't you give me the cane instead? I'm sorry I've been procrastinating."
Lisa put two fingers to his lips, silencing him. "Shh. I'm sorry, honey. Now go to your room and get ready for me."
Walter went upstairs to his room. As he undressed he kept glancing at Lisa's riding whip, which she had left on the bed. The whip was about two and a half feet long, it's shaft sheathed in smooth black leather. The handle was built up from braided black leather and had a silver button on the end. The whip narrowed down to about a quarter inch and had a small stiff loop of leather at the tip. He picked up the whip, holding one end in each hand. It was stiff, bending only slightly as he applied pressure. The prospect of a whipping sounded scary and Walter guessed that the whip would hurt more than the rattan cane Lisa usually spanked him with. He was tempted to try the whip on his thigh but decided that he would know what it felt like soon enough.
Walter moved two pillows to the middle of the bed and lay naked over then, with the pillows under his hips, pushing his bottom up. It was about five minutes before he heard the sound of Lisa's riding boots coming down the hall, although it seemed much longer.
Lisa came into the room and shut the door. Walter thought she looked very beautiful as she crossed to the bed and picked up the riding whip, moving to to his left side.
Lisa tapped his bottom gently with the whip. "Do we need to have any more lectures about schoolwork and truthfulness?" Lisa asked.
"No, Ma'am", Walter answered.
"Good"
Walter heard the whip slice the air and a line of pain burned across his buttocks. The pain seemed to spread after a few seconds. As the pain started to fade he felt the second stroke, lower down his buttocks this time. He cried out. Lisa whipped him slowly, one stroke every ten seconds or so, Walter's buttocks clenching slightly and then relaxing as the whip fell across them. When Lisa had given him twenty strokes she stopped to let him catch his breath. She caressed his bottom, feeling the heat and the raised lines of the welts left by the whip. After the pain of the whipping her hand felt very good. After a couple of minutes, Lisa moved to the right side of the bed and started whipping him again. After she gave him a stroke across the crease where buttocks and thighs met, he squirmed, pushing his hips into the bed, clenching his buttocks in pain, turning on his side.
"Lie still, honey" Lisa warned. "Or I'll have to give you extra strokes for moving out of position."
She continued whipping him. Walter's face was streaked with tears and he was crying softly. He was only thinking about how much the whipping hurt, not the consequences, when he moved out of position again, causing Lisa's next stroke to fall partly across his hip.
"That's two extra strokes, honey. Now please lie still." By the time Lisa finished administering the last eight strokes Walter had moved out of position one more time.
Lisa let him rest a moment, caressing him. "I'm going to have to give you four extra strokes for moving out of position twice." she told Walter.
"I'm sorry Lisa. Really I tried to stay still. But it hurt so much."
"I know it hurts honey, but spankings are supposed to hurt. And you know better than to move out of position.
Lisa moved back to Walter's left side and put her left hand on the small of his back, pushing him into the bed. "Please put your legs together. I'm going to give you your extra strokes across your thighs."
The whipping across his thighs hurt more than it had across his bottom and Walter sobbed as Lisa gave him the final four strokes.
"You can get up now, honey", Lisa told him. She stood beside Walter, cradling his face against her breasts and petting his hair as he sat on the edge of the bed. When Walter had stopped crying, his hope that his punishment was over was dashed when Lisa told him to get the round paddle.
Walter got the paddle from the closet. It was about the size of a ping-pong paddle, with an oval head, made out of half inch thick dark hard wood. Walter handed Lisa the paddle and she took him over her knee again. His bottom was crimson and lined with welts. As she caressed him she could feel the hot skin under her hand. She could see four red welts across the tops of his thighs.
"I'm going to give you forty strokes on each cheek, honey, and then your punishment will be over."
Lisa started spanking him hard with the paddle, alternating buttocks. Lisa spanked Walter in sets, giving him ten strokes on each cheek and letting him rest for a couple of minutes while she caressed him, telling him that it would all be over soon. As she punished him, she held him firmly with her left arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him close against her body. The paddling, over his sore, freshly whipped buttocks, was very painful and by the time it was half over he was sobbing. It was like being a little boy again, being spanked for being naughty and along with the pain Walter felt, at some deep core level, as safe and loved as he ever had been.
When Lisa finished punishing him, she held him for a few minutes, telling him that he had taken his spanking like a good boy. Then Lisa left the room to let Walter dress.
Walter sat on a pillow the rest of the weekend as he worked on his term paper. A sore bottom and the knowledge that Lisa would not hesitate to spank him again on that same sore bottom, greatly helped with his concentration. With Lisa acting as his editor and adviser Walter finished the paper and turned it in on time.
A week later his teacher handed the graded papers back to the students. Walter's paper had gotten an A, which he proudly showed Lisa when he got home.
"I knew you could do it, Walter" she told him. "I'm very proud of you"
Walter beamed at her praise. "Well, I had your help."
"That's what I'm here for. Why don't we celebrate and go out to dinner tonight."
"That would be great, Lisa"
Lisa picked a somewhat fancy Italian restaurant that specialized in what Lisa called Nouveau Italian.
Walter changed into a button down shirt and a pair of slacks. He was waiting for Lisa in the entryway when he heard her coming down the stairs. When he turned to look at her, she took his breath away. Lisa was wearing a black dress that hugged her upper body, flaring out at her hips and coming down to the middle of her thighs. Her long legs were encased in stockings and she was wearing a pair of black spike heels. Her honey blond hair was pulled up in a French braid, showing the shape of her neck. The dress was low cut in the front, showing the tops of her breasts.
Walter thought that anyone seeing them would assume that he was out with his older sister. But he did not care what anyone thought. He was with Lisa and she was beautiful. They had a wonderful evening. Lisa knew the owners of the restaurant and they looked the other way when Lisa ordered Walter a small glass of red wine with dinner.
"Thank you for a wonderful evening, Lisa" Walter said when they got home. "And thanks for the help on the paper. I really couldn't have done it without you."
"Well you did the work, all I did is help edit it"
"Yeah. But, well, I also mean the spanking too. It hurt a lot and I didn't like it much at the time, but I guess it got me going."
"You're welcome, honey. As I said, that's what I'm here for" She kissed him on the cheek and he watched her walk upstairs to her room.
September, 2004
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Case Wintermute
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For My Mom
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Posted:Mar 3, 2009 8:35 pm
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Do not stand
at my grave and weep.
I am not there.
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand
winds that blow.
I am the diamond
glints on snow.
I am the sunlight
On the ripened grain.
I am the gentle
Autumn rain.
When you awaken
in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in
circled flight.
I am the soft stars
that shine at night.
Do not stand
at my grave and cry.
I am not there,
I did not die.
~Hopi Prayer
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WoW! What a birthday!!
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Posted:Mar 3, 2009 3:44 pm
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I have to say, This year really tops the charts!! It all started the two days before my birthday... The local group that I help run as a moderater had a fabulous mardi gras party. We had so much going on! Needleplay, fire cupping, violet wand, flogging and all sorts of other stuff! Then, the day before my birthday the best news yet!! I am happy to say that I now have a new Master. He is awesome, incredible and everything that I have been looking for. I know that we will be very happy together. He is so damned sexy! and has these incredible hands! What a wonderful way to start a new year!
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Wedding Night
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Posted:Feb 25, 2009 8:59 am
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"Tell me a story", said my friend, Kay. "I love your stories and you have not told me a story in a long time". Kay did not want just any story, she wanted a spanking story. This is the story that evolved from Kay's request.
Time flows by, the dark temporal water leaving lines on our faces. I got married for the first time before you were born, my dear Kay. My ex-wife was the first woman I spanked. She liked bondage. I had tied her hands and bent her over the couch. I reddened her bottom with a ruler. That time, at least, she loved it. I fell madly in love with her (or was it lust?)
We got married at a private club with a view of the San Francisco Bay. There were about forty guests and we were married by a retired Federal Judge. There was a lunch afterward. In a modest way it was the wedding version of a thanksgiving dinner with all the trimmings. I am a romantic and I thought that this marriage was going to last forever. I'm not sure what my ex-wife thought. Perhaps she was just doing what she felt was expected of her.
Life takes unexpected turns. Eight years later, Christmas had gone well, but by February my first wife had a very public affair and we were on the path to divorce soon afterward. It was not the affair that destroyed our marriage but the fact that our marriage was no longer important to my first wife.
Although I did not realize it at the time, I was lucky. For one thing, if I had not gotten divorced I would never have met Daphne. I met Daphne on an Internet "bulletin board" devoted to BDSM, about three years before the Web was born. I invited Daphne over for lunch one Saturday in the spring. I'll never forget opening the door after the doorbell rang. There was Daphne in a white dress, her long blond hair flowing over her shoulders.
I spanked Daphne and we made love on the second date. The first two weeks we were together we were obsessed with each other and neither of us got much work done. Daphne was the most sexual woman I had ever known and she loved being spanked. I asked her to marry me. She said "yes" and all these years later we are still deeply in love.
Daphne had been married before too and neither of us wanted another formal wedding. Daphne called up the county marriage bureau and we made an appointment to get married. We invited a few friends, my parents, made a reservation at an Italian restaurant for lunch after the wedding and that was it.
The only traditional part of the wedding was Daphne's dress which was white lace over white cotton. The dress had a scoop bodice that showed off her cleavage. The dress came down to just above her knees and she wore white stockings. Daphne wore flowers in her honey blond hair. We have a picture of her that day and I will never forget how beautiful she looked.
We had put our bags in the car the night before and after lunch we drove down the coast two hours to an Inn named Finestra. Finestra is sited several hundred feet above the water, in among the redwood trees. There is a main building where they serve breakfast and where you check in. The rooms are located in redwood shingled buildings scattered around the grounds, surrounded by redwood, manzanita and bay laurel trees.
We stayed in room 52, on the second floor with a view out over the meadows and fields to the ocean. When we brought out bags up to the room I noticed that Daphne had packed the cardboard poster tube that we used to hold spanking canes when we traveled.
"This is for you", Daphne said as I was unpacking my bag, piling books on the desk across from the bed. She handed me a thin rectangular silver box, tied with a silver ribbon. Inside was a ping-pong paddle shaped spanking paddle made of heavy dark wood.
"It's a wedding present", Daphne said. She came over and kissed me as I held her, cupping her bottom in my left hand. "Will you give me a wedding night spanking?", she said softly into my ear. "Will you spank me hard?"
"Yes, I will. In fact, I think that we should start now." I sat down on the bed and pulled Daphne over my lap. I pulled the skirt of Daphne's dress up so that the material lay at the base of her back. I ran my hand over the sheer lace of Daphne's white Christian Dior string bikini panties, which she wore over the garters holding up her white stockings (yes, that was back in the day when Christian Dior had a lingerie line). I could see the cleft of Daphne's bottom through the sheer material. I started spanking Daphne, alternating sides. I loved the feel of her bottom under my hand, protected by nothing but the sheer lace. After giving her fifteen or twenty slaps on each side I stopped to caress her. The sheer lace outlined the lips of her pussy.
"Such a naughty little girl", I told her as I ran my finger over the cleft formed by the lace over her pussy. I could feel her panties starting to get damp with her excitement. She raised her hips as a slipped my fingers insider her panties, pulling them down to the middle of her thighs.
I caressed the smooth curve of her bottom, running the backs of my fingers over the inside curve where her cheeks came together. The slap of my hand on Daphne's bottom echoed in the room as I started spanking her again, each slap leaving a faint, fading, imprint of my hand. Her bottom was starting to blush pink and my hand was starting to hurt.
"Get the ruler paddle out of my bag please", I told Daphne.
Although her skirts fell back into place, Daphne did not pull her panties up. She crossed the room in small steps to get the paddle. She handed me the paddle and lay back across my lap. I pulled her skirt up again. I moved my hand between her thighs and she spread her legs as wide as the panties around her knees would allow. The lips of her pussy were swollen and wet with her excitement. She moaned and raised her bottom as I caressed her clit.
"I am going to give you something to think about over dinner", I said as I moved my finger between her pussy lips. "A hors d'oeuvres spanking, an appetizer for the main course later".
Daphne gave a little cry as I brought the ruler paddle down across her bottom. Her little cries of "ow" got louder as I paddled her. After I gave her ten strokes I stopped and caressed her pussy. She pushed up against my hand as I rubbed her.
"I'm going to give you ten more, my love", I told her. I bent down, my lips near her ear. "Your wedding night spanking is going to be much harder. Is that what you want?", I asked as I rubber her clit.
"Yes, Sir", Daphne said, somewhat breathlessly.
I gave the final ten strokes hard and fast as Daphne cried out under the paddle. Her bottom was blushed pink from the tops of her thighs to the top curve of her buttocks. Daphne stood up and rubbed her bottom, before pulling her panties up.
The Finestra resort has an on-site restaurant named Ciel that is located on a hill across a small valley from the rest of the resort. Ciel is French for sky. The restaurant has a view out over a hill which slopes off to the ocean. We sat on the deck, under one of the heaters. Looking out we could not see the hill, just the ocean and the sky. As we ate we watched the sky darken. There were high clouds in the sky which turned orange and red as the sun set. By the time desert had arrived it was fully dark and we could see planets rise near the horizon.
As we were walking to the car (the walk back to the resort, through the valley, is too long the dark) Daphne stopped to look up at the stars. There are few houses in the area and the only light competing with the star light were the small ground level lamps that lit the paths. I came up behind Daphne, putting my arms around her and she leaned back against me as she gazed up at the stars.
Each room at Finestra has a fireplace. Wood for the fireplace was wood stacked to one side of the door. It was cold at night and we used a lot of wood during that stay. The maintenance people brought wood up several times and we joked that the woodchucks were replenishing our wood store.
When we got back to the room I started a fire in the fireplace. There were two big chairs in front of the fireplace. I sat in one and Daphne sat in my lap until the room got warm.
"I'll go get ready", Daphne said as she got up to go into the bathroom.
I laid out the paddle that Daphne had given me as a wedding present along with the other spanking implements I was planning to use on the side of the bed. There was a leather ottoman between the chairs in front of the fireplace and I moved it to the end of the bed.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed with the leather paddle and the ruler paddle lying on the bed next to me when Daphne came out of the bathroom. She was wearing a white lace bra and the white Dior bikini panties. Daphne came over and stood in front of me. I spread my knees and pulled her toward me, cupping her bottom in my hands. I kissed her lace covered breasts, nuzzling her nipples through the sheer lace. I opened the clasp of her bra between her breasts, pushing her bra off her shoulders, down her arms, letting it fall on the floor. I took Daphne's right nipple in my mouth, sucking on it, gently biting it the way I knew she liked. After a moment I transferred my attention to her left breast. I slid her panties down to the middle of her thighs. I loved the feel of her nipple in my mouth and her bottom cupped in my hands. I slid the edge of my hand between Daphne's legs, sliding my index finger between her pussy lips, which were slick with her excitement.
"You like this don't you, young lady?", I asked
"Yes, Sir. Will you fuck me, Sir?", Daphne said a little breathlessly.
"I believe you have a wedding night spanking to take first, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir. But it feels so good when you suck on my nipples."
"And how did you ask me to give you your wedding night spanking?"
"Hard, Sir. Please spank me hard."
"I will my love. Now over my knee"
Daphne looked so beautiful lying over my lap, naked except for her panties around the middle of her thighs. I stroked her bottom for a moment and then began spanking her, feeling Daphne's bare bottom under my hand, alternating cheeks. When my hand started to sting I started using the leather paddle. I brought the paddle down, first on one side, then on the other. The punishment the paddle delivered was milder than the loud smack it make when it connected with Daphne's buttocks.
Daphne's bottom was starting to blush a light pink when I stopped paddling her. I pulled her panties off her legs, dropping them on the floor next to her bra. I moved my hand between her legs and she obediently spread her thighs, opening her pussy to my hand. Her pussy lips were swollen and slick. I pushed my thumb inside her, rubbing the base of my index finger against her clit. When she started to move against my hand I withdrew my thumb.
"Do that some more. Please Sir", Daphne said.
I picked up the ruler paddle and rubbed the smooth wood over the soft skin of Daphne's bottom.
"You can have more after you've had some ruler paddle, young lady", I told Daphne as I started to spank her with the thin paddle. The ruler paddle hurt more than the leather paddle and soon the smack of the paddle was followed by little cries from Daphne. I gave her ten strokes or so and then stopped to tease her pussy until she was pushing her hips up and pressing her clit against my hand. Then I would start to paddle her again, letting the pain cool her down a bit before teasing her again.
Her bottom was warm under my hand when I caressed her, starting to blush a deep pink from the paddling.
"You can get up now, my love", I told Daphne as I gave her a slap on her right buttock. She stood up and rubbed her bottom. I put a pillow on the end of the bed, in front of the ottoman.
"Lie over the end of the bed", I told Daphne.
She knelt on the Ottoman and lay over the end of the bed, the pillow under her hips pushing her bottom up, her thighs spread. Looking at Daphne in this position, her bottom presented for punishment, her thighs spread, her pussy exposed made me want to take her right then. My cock was very hard, pressing against my pants and becoming uncomfortable. I undressed, piling my clothes next to Daphne's bra and panties and picked up the rattan cane from the side of the bed.
I tapped the cane against Daphne's bare bottom, letting her think about the strokes that were going to burn across her bottom. She pushed her bottom up a little, offering her cheeks. I put the tip of the cane between pussy lips gently pushing the shaft against her clit. The cane was stiff enough to tease her, but not stiff enough to give her any satisfaction when she pushed against it. I tapped her bottom again with the cane, her bottom pushing up again, her buttocks spreading like the halves of a ripe peach. I brought the cane down across her bottom.
"You're such a good girl to keep your bottom up for me", I told her as I caned her, the cane leaving light pink lines across her bottom as I spanked her. As the strokes got harder her buttocks would contract as the pain of the stroke washed over her cheeks. Then her bottom would relax again as she pushed up a little bit to take the next stroke. I gave her a harder stroke across the lower part of her bottom, just above her thighs and she squirmed moving from side to side for a moment as the stroke burned across her bottom.
"Naughty girl. You know better than to move out of position"
"But it hurts, Sir. I couldn't help it"
"Spankings are supposed to hurt, young lady", I reminded her. "Now put your legs together. You're going to get extras for not staying still"
Daphne put her legs together. She cried out as I gave her two strokes across the tops of her thighs.
I put the cane down on the bed and moved behind her. She opened her thighs when she felt my hand between then. Her pussy was very wet and I entered her easily. I felt her bottom hot from the cane as I thrust into her slowly. She was so beautiful, so delicious that I had to concentrate to not cum as I fucked her. She started to move against me, trying for a faster rhythm.
"Stay still, young lady, or I'll have to punish you"
"But you feel so good...", she said breathlessly, pushing back against me. She moaned when I pulled out.
I picked up the cane and started to spank her again, giving the strokes harder, each swish of the cane followed by a little cry from Daphne as she held her bottom up, offered for the next stroke. I would cane her until her cries got louder, her buttocks contracting, the cane leaving a red line across Daphne's lovely bottom. Then I would enter her again, fucking her slowly until she started to move and I would again scold her, withdraw and cane her more. Each time her bottom felt hotter under me.
I leaned over the bed, putting my arm over Daphne, sliding my hand under her right breast so that I could roll her nipple between my fingers. "I'm going to put you over my knee and give you another paddling and then your spanking will be over", I said softly into her ear as I gently pinched her nipple.
I got the dark wood paddle that Daphne had given me and sat down on the side of the bed. Daphne lay across my lap, settling her hips over my right thigh. I caressed the soft curve of her buttocks, feeling the faint welts and her hot skin.
I patted her bottom with the paddle. The heavy dark hardwood reflected the fire light. She made tiny side to side movements, her bottom clenching. Daphne knew that the paddle she gave me would hurt. Later it would be the paddle I used when I gave her punishment spankings.
"I am going to give you twenty on each cheek, my love", I told her. "It's going to hurt a lot, but then your spanking will be over. Can you take that for me?"
"Does it have to be so many, Sir?"
"I want you to show me that you're mine, my love. That you will take the pain for me. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes, Sir"
I tapped her right buttock with the paddle. "Now ask me to paddle you. Hard."
"Please, Sir, will you paddle me? Paddle me hard!"
I brought the paddle down on her right cheek, then on her left. As the hardwood cracked down on the lower part of her bottom, Daphne cried out with each stroke. I gave her twenty strokes on each side, hard without a break, spanking her like a naughty girl.
I put the paddle down and caressed Daphne's pussy, letting her catch her breath, pushing my thumb into her again, rubbing her clit. She was very wet and the slickness of her pussy had spread over her mons. Her bottom was crimson and very hot.
"Do you want to ride my cock, young lady?"
"Yes please, Sir"
She got up and I lay on my back in the middle of the bed, the paddle in my right hand. Daphne straddled me, guiding my cock inside her. She thrust down, riding my cock, leaning over me, her honey blond hair cascading down. As she moved faster I reached behind her and started to spank her with the paddle, alternating sides. I could feel her orgasm building and I spanked her faster and harder, paddling her right cheek, not switching sides now. As the wave of her orgasm swept over her I stopped spanking her.
Daphne leaned over and kissed her, her hair covering both of us.
"I want to take you from behind", I told her after a moment.
She raised up and moved to my right side, kneeling, her head down on the bed, her bottom up, her thighs spread.
I entered her, guiding my cock into pussy with my hand. I loved the feeling of her hot bottom against me, the knowledge that she would be very sore from the spanking I had given her.
"I'm going to take you hard", I told Daphne.
She put her arms straight out in front of her, her hands braced against the head board of the bed. I started to thrust into her, giving her long hard strokes as I slammed into her, slapping her hot punished bottom with my hips as I fucked her. She was breathing hard under me, making little noises as she had when I spanked her. I wanted to keep fucking her hard like this forever and I held off my orgasm as long as I could. When it finally came it was like a blinding flash of white light, filling the world.
We lay together afterward, Daphne spooned against me in my arms as I kissed her and told her how much I loved her. After a while Daphne went into the bathroom again as I put the screen in front of the fire. We both slept deeply, Daphne's bottom pressed against my hips. When I woke again in the morning my cock was hard, pressed against her bottom.
While Daphne showered I built a fire in the fireplace and went out to get breakfast. Daphne was sitting in front of the fire in a bathrobe when I brought back raspberries, granola, croissants and coffee.
After we had eaten breakfast Daphne came and sat in my lap. I slipped my hand under her bathrobe, caressing her breasts and rolling her nipples gently between my fingers while I kissed her. After a time we got up and moved over to the bed. I slipped Daphne's robe off and got the ruler paddle from where it lay on the night stand.
"I just got a spanking", Daphne complained as I pulled her over my lap. "My bottom is still sore", she added.
I caressed her bottom, which was covered by a pair of sheer black bikini panties. The thin material covering her pussy was damp as I caressed her.
"You're awfully wet for a girl who doesn't want another spanking", I pointed out. I pulled her panties down and began spanking her with my hand. I stopped and caressed her more, sliding my index finger over her clit.
"I don't think your pussy wants me to stop", I said.
"Well, my pussy didn't ask my bottom."
I picked up the ruler paddle and began spanking Daphne. "I'm afraid that your bottom is going to have to pay the price for your slutty pussy then". I could tell that the ruler paddle hurt more than usual on her sore bottom as I spanked her. When her bottom was blushed red, I had Daphne bend over the bed and I took her hard from behind.
January 2007
Wintermute
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Becky's Training
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Posted:Feb 23, 2009 7:19 pm
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Becky's Training
By Mr Stefans
Young slender Becky Larson had been, as ordered, secured over the top of the large oak table in my private dinning chamber. She was dressed in a crisp schoolgirl uniform consisting of a starched white blouse which buttoned up the front, a short plaid skirt, white knee highs, white cotton panties/bra and her hair had been put up in little schoolgirl pig-tails. Becky was tied with her shapely smooth legs pinioned with narrow black leather straps at the knees, her ankles bound together and then tied to a rope leading to the right table leg and her trim white arms pulled and stretched out in front of her, her narrow wrists tied to ropes leading to the tables opposite end legs.
Before being tied, becky had been made to lay over a fat sofa pillow, placed at the end of the large oak table, and designed to ensure that her young, tender bottom was raised and the center of focus as one entered the long room.
The ropes had been tied to allow enough slack for becky to raise her upper torso some, or to arch her back and push her young bottom cheeks up and out in a big girl swell if order to.
A large ornamental, beveled mirror on the wall in front of her allowed her master to view her facial expressions at anytime.
As I walked in to the room, lightly tapping the long supple birch rod against my black riding boots, a stern look crosses my face. I looked forward to providing becky with her first real slavegirl whipping.
Becky's clear blue eyes widen with fear at the sight of the rod. Her petite, slim, coltish legs lightly rubbing together with nervous anticipation of the feel of that rod across her plump schoolgirl bottom cheeks. Becky opened her mouth, starting to question....to plead to be let off, but not a word started before I cut her off sharply.... "Be silent Becky" I ordered her in a calm voice, "the only sound we are going to hear this afternoon is the sound of this birchrod skinning your young bottom...."
I smiled as I stroked the birch rod softy across her bottom cheeks. Young Becky Larson, 16 years old, a little runnaway from the streets of Seattle. Robert had seen her often, panhandling money, hanging out with delinquent boys, intoxicated, or high, slouched up against the side of some downtown office building, or walking through the crowd down at the market, looking for tourists from Iowa, or Kansas, with fat wallets, and easily distracted by a pretty blond girl in a too short or too tight skirt who accidently rubs against them while one of the boys picked their pockets.
Robert never got over how easy it was, how clean, and sudden and final. A phone call, some private words and a picture faxed, and now blond headed, willowy, plump bottomed Becky Larson, a new residient of Cheluna Mansion.
Becky had been there a week, a long week, long enough to know better then to hesitate at a Master's command, and long enough to know better then to refuse a request.
I set the long whippy birchrod down and gently caressed Becky's pretty, open- expressioned face, poking my finger in her small mouth, enjoying the sensation of her soft lips and gentle tongue wetting my fingers as I slowly pistoned them in and out. I withdrew my finger, smearing her saliva across her lips, making them shine.
"I'm very unhappy with you Becky, very disappointed," I tell her in a low soft voice, " I thought I had taught you better..." I walked around the end of the table and was confronted with the exciting double cheekswell of this trim bottomed girl strapped over for discipline.
I wasted no time in flicking the end of the birch rod under Becky's little schoolgirl skirt, and flipping it up on to her back. There it was, that robust, plump little ass I had seen straining against her tight slut jeans on the streets of Seattle only last week. The elastic tightness of her white schoolgirl knickers straining with the plump fullness of becky's rear cheeks, broadened and fattened by her bent posture..
I took the tail of Becky's skirt and tucked it up under the thick leather waist strap. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her white panties and slowly lowered the material, watching her ass flesh compress and then roll out from under the desending material. I sucked in my breath and felt my heart start to pound in my chest as Becky's ass was, once again, in its perfection, now completely bare to my view.
I pulled a table chair up directly behind Becky's firm teenage bottom and sat down right behind her, letting my eyes enjoy the contours and fat fullness of her rear cheeks.
God, how I had longed to see this little delinquent's trim white ass, just like this, bound over and swelled out, waiting to feel the sting of the birchrod across those pearly white orbs, or to feel the fullness of my pleasure rod buried deep in her backside, her arms restrained, her trim schoolgirl hips bent over the top of this broad oak table.
Becky's soft white bottom had been raised by her bent posture, her schoolgirl bottom cheeks slightly parted by the enforced posture.
Becky's legs trembled slightly as she felt my hand fondle the slight heaviness of her chubby rear orbs. I bounced them up and down lewdly in the palm of my hands, each small bottom cheek occupying one of my warm palms, watching as the fat of her rear mounds jiggled with the movement of my hands, smiling at the soft protest of this indignity uttered by becky.
I leaned forward and gave becky a few light kisses across the white expanse of her broadened bottom cheeks, savoring the delicious feel and taste of her milky white hillocks.
I pulled my head back and quickly stood up. There would be more time for that later, for studying and mapping.......with my mouth, my tongue, my lips.... learning about every inch of that exciting fleshy bottom.
Now Becky was going to get the whipping of her life, a lesson is slave girl discipline designed to ensure compliance with her master's wishes in the future.
I pick up the birch rod and step back a few paces, moving the chair to the side and watching Becky start to compress her bottom cheeks, her arms pulling against the restraints tied tightly around each wrist. I smile as I hear becky in the background start to plead, no doubt asking for another chance, but my mind was fully occupied with the plump full ass now contorting in a lewd dance over the table top. I fish a pair of old panties out of my coat pocket, with one hand, swishing the whippy birch rod through the air with my other and relishing the sound the fine instrument made..
"You'll do anything, anyway, my dear Becky. You know what'll happen
if you don't...",
I smile at her in the mirror and wad up the panties and push them into her mouth.
"If those panties leave your mouth at any point, your punishment will be increased ten-fold. Do you understand me Becky ?"
Becky silently nods her head, her eyes wide with fear.
I take a few steps back, standing to the right of becky, and bring the whippy-ended birchrod up sharply and step forward, bring the rod through the air sidewayswith a backhanded motion, and deliver a fine cut low down across becky's straining asscheeks.
WHIP!!!!!
The rod blazed a bright red strip across the young girl's bottom cheeks, low, where her upper legs swell into her bottom. Becky pulls hard against her restaints, her curly blond pig-tails flying in to the air with the smarting impact of the blow, her legs tensed and her bottom cheeks compressing hard, and then bounding up.
I step forward again, my eyes glued to the bare trim rounded pallor of Becky's bottom cheeks, tensing and shifting, her hips contorting over the top of the fat pillow cushion.
" Keep your chubby little backside quite still for it Becky....push those hips back up over that pillow you young ....."
.......... WHIP
....................... WHIP ................. WHIP..........
I delivered three quick hard cuts right through the middle of Becky's young tender bottom flesh, the rod singing through the air, the impacts sounding like pistol shots as they meet Becky's churning white bottom flesh.
................ WHIP....
.another cut delivered with vicious accuracy across becky's ass, aimed low, and at an angle, stripping Becky low down across the top of her bound legs, and letting the tip of the whippy-ended birch rod ride up, just catching her across the puppy fat fuller cheekswell low down on her bottom.
Becky was frantic, she let out a long low gasp of agony, then a series of fast paced loud objections, her pretty blond head turning from side to side rapidly, her mane sweeping across the polished oak table top, her knees trying to draw up and rubbing against each other under the leather binding strap. I tapped the rod on the top of her now quivering young bottom, enjoying the sight of the angry red lines now starting to grow against the white background of her plump bottom cheeks.
Becky was tensing and releasing her little bottom halves, squirming across the top of the pillow booster in lewd and seductive fat assed quivereings.
Her young bottom would drive out, hips raised and buck back as far as the straps would allow, giving her a wanton and whorish look, like a bride
inviting her lover to take her bottom in a fit of honeymoon passion. " I'm going to break you this afternoon Becky, just like a young filly is broke to the bridal....
........... WHIP.......... WHIP........I gave her two hard brisk strokes across the plump center of her shaking ass cheeks.....
"I'll have obedience from you ...... WHIP .........becky."
."............bend tighter, I want a full bottomed cheekswell..........WHIPWHIP.......... you chubby bottomed little tease............."
... WHIP.......... WHIP......two more stinging reminders, delivered down low, across the fatter cheekswell of becky's bottom lobes.... " we have all afternoon becky, no interruptions..." ... WHIP!!!........... WHIP!!!.
.......".when I am finished with you...we'll have an obedience test...becky.."..
WHIP!!!............ WHIP!!!
Again and again I whipped her plump teenage backside , my mind lost in a haze of erotic discipline. My cock was straining against the rough fabric of my wool trousers, and my breathing was coming in large gulps, sucking giant mouthfuls of air in to my lungs as I let the rod fall across the middle of Becky's girlish white cheekswell.
"Better get use to this Becky...........WHIPWHIPWHIP!!!!..............use to slavegirl discipline"
"You'll have master's who enjoy whipping little tramps like you......".. .......WHIPWHIPWHIPWHIP!! .....three hard whips on the back of becky's trim slender thighs....! "slavegirl whippings and ......WHIP.............. slavegirl sex up that tight little bottom of yours....." WHIP....... WHIP......
I dropped the burchrod and pulled the chair back up behind Becyk's welted and contorting bottom cheeks. Becky, crying into her panty gag, her small shoulders shaking a little with each sob.
She couldn't keep her rear mounds from bounding up and down, trying to climb over the top of the table, her legs tensing and her tiptoes pushing hard in to the floor as the fire like stripes work their way deep intothe plump flesh of her trim little 16 year old asscheeks..
I lean forward and run my hands over her chubby welted bottom lobes, feeling the heat radiate from her stripped rear flesh. I lean in to her ass, rubbing my cheeks against her soft bottom, feeling Becky flinching at the slight touch of my face....feeling the warmth of her whipped bottom cheeks.
I turn my head, and pursing my lips, I start place gentle, soft, pouting, kiss-kisses, tracing across the burning welts, my lips enjoying the warm red marks on her tender bottom flesh.and becky's small jumps and quiverings as my lips touched her tender rear flesh.
.."Ahhhhh, you mark beautifully becky.....".
I push my chair back a little and look at the back of her sunkissed thighs. The white surface marked with 8 or 10 narrow red lines where just the end of the whippy birchrod had snapped across the back of her trim bound legs.
I kissed her there, kissing slowly down the back of her thighs, slowly down the right thigh, kissing and making gentle licking swipes with my tongue along the narrow red lines, then more of my lips, mouthing her trim tanned legs, down, all the way down until I reached the black leather ties around her knees.
I start low and work my way back up Becky's other leg, gently kissing the soft tender flesh, licking and making little sucking sounds as I taste her suntanned skin, marked with the effects of the whip welts.
I return to becky's warm bottom flesh, kissing her right cheek in small little circles, kiss-kissing gentle little bumble bee buzz kisses in tight little circle motions across her bottom cheeks, feeling her bottom cheeks flinch with each soft burning kiss.. ...then little.... nipping kisses, now, capturing her soft bottom flesh for a mere instance between my teeth....now...sharp lover's kisses, snapping little nips using my teeth, up and down and across her warm stripped ass flesh
.....running my tongue, held flat and soft and wet across the wider expanses of her ass where it was swelled out the most, licking her bottom flesh like an ice creme cone with broad flat tongue strokes... .then kissing again, little circles of kisses.....my lips hard and unyeilding...fast hard kisskissing on top of her bottom, rapidly covering her ...kisskissing cheek to cheek...my hand, running up between her bound legs, feeling the satin smooth skin of her inner thighs, kisskissing her bottom flesh, my hand finding her soft woman fold, playing with her with my thumb, between her pussy lips...kissing her bottom hard....bigger circle kisses...
I slowly start to expand the little circle, bigger and bigger circle kisses, covering her tender rear flesh now with wet, full mouthed, big lipped kisses, licking my way across her bottom flesh, my lips wet across the soft surface of her cheeks, tracing my tongue across her, leaving a trail of my wet lust across her plump bottom.
I shift slightly, and unbutton my trousers. My cockhead snakes out of the vent of my pants and rests lightly against becky's trim lower thigh. I lean forward and start kissing her left cheeks, feeling Becky flinch at the softest poutpouts I was delivering. My other hand is now busy rubbing small circular patterns over her warm, tender, right ass lobe, I'm raking small handfuls of her ass flesh between my fingers and squeezing a little, feeling the warm flesh well up betwen my splayed fingers, contracting and releasing my hand in gentle squeezes, squeezesqueeze then kisskiss...squeezesqueeze .........kisskiss.. ..then letting go of her bottom cheek and running the edge of my thumb between her bottom halves, trailing my thumb down her bottom groove, letting my thumb linger for a moment on top of her anal bud, still kisskissing her other cheek...my mouth wet and my lips big, soft.... feeling the damp warmness of her hidden valley, becky flinching as my thumb edge touches her anus......
I start sucking little mouthfuls of her abuse left cheek's ass flesh in to my mouth, sucking her bottom flesh right up in to my mouth, holding it and worrying it with my teeth, her plump rear flesh.... between my teeth..... giving her captured bottom flesh smarting nips that cause her to shake and buck over the pillow roll..
I pull my head back and breathing hard, look at the double cheekswell of young Becky Larson, the schoolgirl slave, her young ass welted and streaked with the results of a slave girl whipping, wet and with little red marks where my lips, my mouth had kissed her....
Young Becky Larson, flinching and swishing over top of the fat sofa roll, ....her misfortune to possess such an exciting rear view, destined to be trained as a pleasure girl, serving masters that enjoy testing their whips across a sassy young girl's bottomcheeks, I lean forward again, fondling and fiddling with her ass, kissing and sucking mouthfuls of her exciting warm, soft bottom flesh between my lips, tasting her....murmuring to her to push her bottom up, to show me an exciting big girl swell , push her hips back into me..
.......I'm nipping her along the fuller lower cheeks with my teeth, capturing this puppy ffat skin and making small circles with the tip of my tongue around the flesh held gently between my teeth,........ now..
........dropping my head down further, running the hard pointed tip of my tongue along the crest right under her bottom cheeks, at the top of her leg, where she swells and her leg meets the overhang of her girlish ass..exploring the crease of her overhang with my warm hard tongue. I part Becky's asscheeks and placed the littlest softest warm pouting butterfly kisses all up and down along the inside of her rear cheeks, slow fluttering kisses, one little kiss then stopping, then an inch down and another light butterfly kiss just inside her open bottom lobe....First inside one cheek, then turning my head and a pouting little butterfly kisses on the inside of the other cheek.. ......god, my head is spinning... I'm lost in a sea of white bottom flesh......
..I start mounding her ass cheeks up in my clenched hands, squeezing the cheeks in from the side as I continue to kiss her inside her fat bottom lobes, then switching......... side to side....squeezing her bottom lobe fat to my face....then kisskiss , squeeze.. .kisskissing.. .plumping one lobe then the other, my head, my lips turning fast in time with me plumping her ass ....kissing becky now all up and down inside both lobes....kisskisssqueeze..... .....plumping her bottom and kisskissing her ....... ...... I rear my head up, turning my attention back to her full swelled plump bottom, now taking giant mouthfuls of her plump rear cheekskin in to my lips, sucking her bottom flesh in to my open wet mouth very hard, sucking as much of becky's ass flesh between my open mouth as I can. ..hard.sucking....giant mouthfuls of her bottom cheeks,,,.. becky bucking her hips, trying to turn away from this lewd use of her bottom.........letting my open mouth and my soft lips travel across her expanded ass cheeks....... using my teeth to nibble across her swelled plump bottom orbs like I was eating corn on the cob....nibbling straight across from one cheek to the other in a straight line, capturing her rear cheekskin between my teeth just for an instance...nipnip...then right on across...nipnipping .....across both twitching lobes.....then dropping down an inch and nibbling becky back across the other way......turning my head sideways, and nipping up and down becky's young rear mounds... .......now, my lips again soft and moist....traveled kissingly across every wonderful inch of the her welted teenage bottom flesh, I'm musing and nuzzling her across the plump womanly underswell of her rear mounds, feeling them jiggle a little with her protests.....
I craned my neck a little as I fingered back the soft folds of her femnine flesh and start kiss-kissing her puffy girlflesh gently...up and down her pussy lips, now and then swiping my tongue between her pussy lips, tasting becky, smelling her dampmness, until Becky is flinching her legs, and I can hear small gasps escaping from her lips.
I spread her warm red bottom globes, holding them apart and blew a little gentle breeze across her exposed rear flower.
Becky let out a muffled whinny at feeling the cool air circulate across her exposed anus............
I ignored her protest, holding her bottom cheeks hard apart, pushing my lips in between her open bottom cheeeks, .......quite mad with lust now, I pucker my lips full, wetting them with my tongue, and start placing lickety-lick wet mouthed kisses on the top of her tender exposed anal bud.
" oh god becky...you ass".....kisskissing......"did your boyfriend play with you like this becky........." .....kisskissing, pouting wet kisses......".....did you let him play with your ass becky"......".push that bottom out"
......kisskiss...."no shyness now......I bet alot of men have wanted you
like this..
....wanted to play with your bottom becky"....kISSKISSING.........."does that shock.you.." kisskiss...."plump bottomed becky"... ..more ..warm wet mouthing of her tight little bud.....kissing, gentle sucks.....and pouting lipped kissing...... Becky is clenching her little white bottom cheeks, her ass contractions pressing against the side of my face, now resting between her cheeks, she protests from behind her panty gag, humiliated, embarrassed, shocked a man would hold her bottom cheeks open, putting wet soft kisses right on top of her dark little vortex, embarrassed at this use of her body, even after the whipping, still objecting to this lewd assult on her most private of spots.
Her legs jerk in suprise and I can feel her torso rear up as I swiped the tip of my tongue across her tight anal flower. "Push that bottom right out Becky........kisskissing...... I murmer to her...... ..".I want a big girl swell to those bottomcheeks".. ..........kiss....kisskiss.... ......." do it now becky" I panted, my breathing ragged... ."or do you want ".....pout kissing.... . "want more" ......kisskisskiss........... .. "of the birchrod...."
I leaned my face forward, parting Becky's bottom cheeks further, intruding as much of my face as I can between her parted rear lobes. I was mad with desire, unable to contain my lust for this schoolgirl's bottom.
I let my lips poutpout again across her dark vortex, very tenderly and slowly letting my warm wet wide open lips lay outlined around her dark flower, my moist breath condensing on her bottom opening....and then ever so slowly would bring my lips together... softly, warm, gentle caresses with my lips .....then letting the tip of my tongue tickle her private spot, softly closing my wet lips across the top of her anus.... pouting gently kisses on her tight rear dimple...my tongue just touching her tender bud as my lips held soft and moist close over her.
my lips pursed and releasing....holding becky's warm raised cheeks in the palm of my hands while my lips and mouth map her...bunching her white bottom flesh against the side of my face...compressing her in to my face as i tickle her anal opening with my tongue...my warm breath breezing across her bottom opening.... ...I started making my tongue pointy, and flicking her quickly across her anal flower..........then again pursing my lips and settling down for very long soft wet intimate kissess.
I pull back and can see my cock, straining with lust, its head large and angry, the stem solid and standing away from my trouser vent at a 45 degree angle.
I get up from my chair and look at Becky's face, turned sideways, her damp, tear filled eyes clear to me in the the mirror. She has a questioning look, wondrering if that is all, has her master's lust been satisfied.
I smile. "You didn't think a little schoolgirl discipline would completely satisfy me did you?",
I laugh, drunk on desire, this young blond who I had secretly followed down 5th avenue every night afterwork, timing her comings and goings so I could be presnt as she paraded her little schoolgirl ass under some too tight cotton shorts, young becky larson, who I had walked behind in the shops at the farmner's market, my hands in my trouser pockets to keep my lust from other eyes. as I watched her bottom cheeks shift and sway, in her thin denim jeans.....hoping to catch her bending over some stall table, reaching across a table, her trim ass cheeks pushed back...
no, my lust, my obsession with young Becky Larson would last for awhile, would last for as long as she was allowed to remain at Cheluna Mansion, until some master called for her and one night she would be gone.....taken to who knows where......
" Oh, no Becky....I haven't forgotten what you refused me this morning....." Becky lets out a loud muffled protest, pleading with her eyes. She is making small mewing sounds from behind the panty gag, trying to beg , trying to convey how much she doens't want this......
I undo the top button on my trousers and let them drop to the floor, my cock now standing straight and hard and angry....fully exposed to the bound schoolgirl,,,,
I pull a small tube of lubricant from my coat pocket, and smear a light sheen of the lubricant up and down my penis head, watching becky's eyes follow the movement of my hands across my fully erect cock in the mirror reflection.
I coat the end of my finger and push them between becky's parted asscheeks, running my goo coated finger up and down between her clenching warm chubby bottom halves.
Becky's rear mounds clench hard as I find her anus and lightly traced small soft circles all around the little ridges that lined her anal bud.
She gasped as I slowly insert my finger in to her bottom, first just the tip, crossing her tight opening, then slowly making her take more and more of my warm goo coated finger up her backside. I start to slowly frigging her teenage backside with my finger, pushing my finger in slowly, feeling the tight anal ring expand over the thicker part of my finger, then letting it slide back out, till just the tip was inside her bottom. I'd gently push an inch of my coated finger in to her, then let it slide back out, then two inches, and let it slide back out....watching becky tense her legs, her white bottom cheeks swishing a little from side to side, and her knees rubbing together....
I would slowly push my finger in her and gently turn and twist it...small
half circles while fully up her backside....my finger worrying her little tight ring, and then slowly start working my finger in and out of her tensing bottom, pushing now till it was all the way in, up so snug and full in her backside...reliving night time fantasies for this girl that had occupied me for months.....
I started to more quickly frig becky's tight little bottom, pushing more of my index finger into her anus, pumping my finger in and out in a slow deliberate motion, working her little bottom ring with small twists as I pushed in, then pulling out at a faster pace, feeling Becky jerk alittle as I tuned my hand over, this way and that, twisting my finger in a small rotation while I held it deeply enbedded in Becky's bottom.
I could hear small urgent "ohhhhs and Ahhhhhs and nooos" coming from this captured girl's panty filled mouth, caught betwen the humiliation of having her bottom so openly and unabashly played with...an object of simple lust.....openly frigged with a man's warm wet gooey finger, and the arousal now starting to overtake her outrage. I pull my finger all the way out, watching Becky's opening go suddenly small.
I stand up and push my self forward, my erect cock laying in the warmth of Becky bottom divide, letting the head of my penis loll in between the globes of her ass, savoring the moment; knowing how tight its going to be and revelling in the humiliation this young schoolgirl is about to receive.
I start to slowly push the head of my penis past her small tight anal ring, holding my breath, the veins on my forehead showing with the starin of my effort,
Becky's muffled cries are becoming louder as the pressure builds and the humiliation of her anal deflowering starts.
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Posted:Feb 23, 2009 4:03 am
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Distrust all those who love you extremely upon a very slight acquaintance and without any visible reason.
It is possible to care about someone on a short acquaintance, but I doubt it is possible to "love" someone extremely on a slight acquaintance... Dunno... Maybe it is possible for stalkers or Bipolar's or people with personality disorders....
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