Our family Christmas party is only 3 days away ... so much to still do... knocked off a batch of orange balls today n a triple batch of "top of stove" cookies... yesterday n today have been very hectic at work... we have a huge catering order for 500 people due by 630am tomorrow so that means gettin up at 2am tomorrow n bein to work by 3:30... also after work today n yesterday I was runnin all around tryin to help my daughter with a broke down car ( all fixed now),,,,Poppy n I haven't had a lot of time together n probably won't until after this party is out of the way... anyways... just popped on for a few
I arrived for my session and was quickly brought into the living room. My master sat in his chair as I stood in front of him. He undid my pants, pulled them down along with my underpants and pulled me over his lap. For the next 10 minutes or so, he hand spanked me, which was just a warmup for what was to follow. He then had me get up and remove all my clothes. Then back over his lap for another 10 minute spanking,only this time with a wooden hairbrush. Had me squirming and kicking as he turned my ass an brite red. Now it was off his lap and I was told to kneel on a chair, ass up, hands on the floor, while he left the room. After a few minutes, he returned, standing behind me. I felt something pressing against my hole. It was a freshly shaved ginger root that he was inserting into my ass. Within a minute or two, the burning started. He had me get up and walk around a bit, making sure it didn't fall out. I was to show him what I brought to the session. A bath brush, a leather strap,a piece of rope, and an inflatable butt plug. He had me tie my cock and balls with the rope, separating my balls and keeping my cock hard. Then back on my knees, ass up, as he put the bath brush to use. This stung much more than the hairbrush, as he paddled away,ignoring my pleas to stop. Finally he did stop but not for long. Was told I needed 50 more swats with the strap. Had no choice as he started in. At last, it's over. Asshole burning, cheeks on fire, cock and balls tied, cock still hard, I'm told to stand and turn around. On a wooden chair sits the butt plug. Am told to remove the ginger and sit on the lubed plug. It's small so it slides in easily. But then he starts pumping it up, as I feel it getting bigger inside, pressing against my prostate. He tells me to ride it and stroke my cock. The plug feels good as I bounce up and down, stroking away. Doesn't take long as I ask permission to cum. It's granted, as long as I agree to cum in my hand and eat it. At this point, I would agree to damn near anything! A great ending to a great session!!
My mind goes there. You know yours does the same.
Unrelated , often, to what the physical body is doing, the mind....well, it wanders.
Sometimes I walk over to the bamboo backscratcher and tap my ass with it. No one is home so I lower my panties and tap harder. Tingles run down my legs. I put my head down, standing against my bedside. The room transforms into my fantasy.
Daddy is walking into the room now and yells, "I said those panties go down to your knees! Do it!"
I whimper and glance at him as if he is there. I push my panties lower. He charges across the room and grabs me by the arm. As he finds a place to rest his foot on the bed rail he is sternly reminding me that I was not to take the dirtbike out when he is not home.
Now my face is hot and my loins harden. An ache between my legs reminds me that I am an adult now, but I push reality away.
Daddy's leg is up now, firmly planted on the rail of the bed and he pulls me closer. His hand pounds my naked ass as he bends me slightly. My whole frame sways with his powerful smack. I gasp and clench my ass. He yells and yells repeating his warm up smacks on my unprepared ass.
"I need to teach you a lesson and YOU are gonna LEARN!" he now bends and lifts my hips to drape over his level, muscular femur. 'Oh my god I am really getting an ass whipping. Daddy is hot and angry.'
In my adult room, I place 2 pillows stacked at the foot of the bed. I place the bamboo implement where I can reach it then push my body up and over the pillows. My ass is high now just as daddy did when he beat my naughty ass. I reach for the bamboo and settle back into my fantasy.
"Daddy! NO! dont spank me daddy! I'm sorry!" the words aren't heard and the pleading nature does nothing to stop his big hand from shaking my body with every blow. "AH! AH! Ooh! Ooh! OOh!" I cry with my mouth in a frozen, open grimace just like I did back then.
I spread my knees apart and arch my back. I am able to strike my bare, upturned ass very hard as I carry on the fantasy in my head. I am aware of the intense pain and loud sounds I make with the effective wand of pain. I do not hold back. As daddy beats my ass the bamboo instrument stripes my ass so hard that my body and chest are tight. My ass is in need of more punishment. This isn't enough.
Daddy puts me on my feet suddenly and tells me to bend over. I cry and do a little jump in protest. He is staring at me now with tight lips of serious intent. His hands undo the buckle on his belt and he says, "Im gonna use my belt on your little ass until your ass is blistered!".
I rub my bottom and whimper in anticipation. I am dripping wet between my legs as my pussy longs to be touched.
Daddy pulls his belt from his pants and folds it quickly. He again grabs my arm and slices the belt across my firm ass and the top part of one thigh. I scream, "Awwww! Ahh ha daddy!".
"I thought I told you to bend your little ass over!" he pulls me across the end of the bed with my legs and feet up now.
I lay myself in the position for my ass to feel the best swing and flicks I can deliver. I have the lickin stick out from under the mattress now. It is an old school ruler 12 inches long and extra thick. I have attached 2 modern rubber rulers to the end overlapped 4" and duct taped both to themselves and the wooden ruler. The effect is very close to daddy's belt, especially for a self spanking.
Daddy puts his hand on my ass and tells me "lay on your arms and I better not see them goddammit. I shouldn't even have to tell you!"
"Yess daddy! PLease, dont spank me too hard. PLease don't spank me with your belt. Daddy please don't spank my with your belt."
I lay on my arms as daddy orders preparing for the ass lashing I am about to get. I ease one hand between the lips of my drenched, naughty pussy and the other hand strategically grasps the lickin stick ready to spank my own ass in synchronized strokes with daddy's.
Daddy's belt stripes across my bare ass at the same time the lickin stick cracks the silence in my adult room. My fingers tickle my pussy and the lashes keep pounding down. My ass quivers and I start to thrust until.....
... daddy whips his strap across my thighs yelling, "don't you move that little ass girl! You move again and I will beat your ass ten times harder! DO. Not. Flinch!"
"OOOOWWWW yes sir yes sir. No more daddy, I won't move...oooooh hoo hoohoo!"
"You're gonna learn today little girl. This shit is gonna stop! You don't touch those dirt bikes without me and you get your ass spanked good and hard if you do! Spankin your hard little ass is like beatin a CAR TIRE! But I'm gonna do it until I get through to you. Do you understand ME GIRL??"
"Yess ssirr. Ahhhh haha ha. Ahhh! Ahhh. Mmmmm hmmm. Ohhh. Ah! AH! AH!"
My ass begins to harden as I accidentally thrust where my fingers continue to tickle my swollen and now pulsing clit. I am disobeying, I am flinching and daddy is noticing.
"Why is that ass moving?? He stops whipping my bare ass. The lickin stick goes still.
"I said! why is that ass MOVING?"
"DO you have your hand ...." he rolls me over to see my hand between my legs. I stare at him in embarrassment and horror. Now daddy slaps my bare ass with his hand. He rolls me onto my belly, picks up his leather strap and whips me as hard and as fast as he can.
My arm is tired from the intense strapping I am inflicting on my bare ass, I continue fondling my pussy and daddy continues bringing the strap down as hard as possible on my upturned naughty ass.
As I start to orgasm I am unable to continue my coordination and the blows... to my naughty little ass... slow. I am sweaty, hot, thirsty, and beginning to pass out. My fingers have succumbed to the wetness and are wrinkled. My ass clenches rhythmically as daddy says,
"you stay right there until I come back. Don't you move that ass girl. DO YOU HEAR ME!?" he shouts.
"Yes. Yes daddy. Yes sirrr." I pant and lay still. exhausted and well spanked, I feel my welted ass. THe lickin stick has traces of smeared blood and my ass is on fire. I will obey. I will obey. Ooooh daddy spanks hard. I m gonna be a good girl now.
And after I shower I think how badly I wish my man would take the role of being my handler, my disciplinarian, the one I must obey. For now I have fantasy and the lickin stick to keep my needs met. I get dressed and look in the long mirror at my ass. It is swollen, red, blistered and bruised in places. Oh it felt good.
The paddle smacked Cole across the seat of his jeans, the force of the blow driving him to his toes. He dug his fingers into the back of the sofa as sharp pain shot from under the wood, followed by a rush of heat in his ass. His body absorbed the shock wave, swaying forward with a shudder. He’d never thought a punishment more suited for a naughty child than a grown man could hurt so much.
Behind him Danielle waited until he settled on his heels before she swatted him again. He lunged forward onto his toes, eyes scrunched closed, hands clutching at the upholstery. Twice as much pain swept over him. The heat that followed in its wake made him grind his teeth. He grunted, then pushed back to the vulnerable position - feet apart, heels on the floor, bent over, with his arms straight and his back arched.
“That’s right, Cole, keep that bottom up for me.” She tapped the board across his buttocks as he held the obedient pose.
His grunts turned to gasps and his body trembled. The firm, hard strokes left fire in their wake. His knees weakened and he sagged.
“Bottom up.” She hooked one finger through his back belt loop and pulled up.
He struggled to obey her command, straightening his legs and lifting his cheeks. Every adjustment put his butt up and out for her. Perfect target.
She walloped him harder.
He sucked air between his teeth fighting for control.
They settled into a brutal rhythm - the whap of the board across his seat, the involuntary reaction to the pain, then the conscious and difficult decision to stick his ass out for more.
Soon he began to pant. Everything else in the world disappeared. He was only aware of his throbbing backside.
“Ohhh!” After eight strokes, the first break in his resolve to take whatever she wanted to give him.
“That’s right,” she cooed in his ear. “Let it all go.”
With her permission he found his voice. “Oh, ohh! Oh, it hurts!” he gasped. That was never a surprise, but each time he hoped that admitting it would also mitigate it.
“I know.” She patted his face. “It’s supposed to hurt.” She swung again before he had time to catch his breath.
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I entered the study and found the disciplinarian to be older and more mature than expected, and slim of build. I stood silently while he had his back to me and took in the feel of the study. Wood walls that shined with a fresh polishing with the smell of overstuffed leather furniture and dusty books. A large ornate desk sat facing me. It would have been overwhelming in a smaller room but the space of the study accommodated it's size rather nicely. An assortment of spanking implements were neatly arranged on the top of the desk. Several paddles, a few canes, and a leather tawse to be exact. It seemed most appropriate as a setting for discipline and I felt the front of my briefs grow tight with anticipation.
"In your underpants please" he stated with an air of command as he turned to face me.
"Pardon Sir?" was all I could manage, and was certain I heard giggling from just beyond the study door.
"I said, remove your trousers, shirt and shoes and fold them neatly. Place them on the chair with the shoes on top, and be quick about it"
I did as I was told and was already feeling the mild humiliation of underpants embarrassment. I have found that the undressing for discipline to be a thrill of it's own merit and a moment to be savored.
"Do you know why you are here?"
"Because my Aunt sent me sir."
"Wrong! Bend over, elbows on the desk please."
As I bent across the desk top I felt my underpants shorten and tighten across the seat. I watched as he selected a wood paddle from the desk and then moved to the side of me. I steadied myself and in a flash the paddle was landing across the seat of my tight briefs with a resounding "Whack!"
"Young man, let's try again. Do you know why you are here?"
"To get a spanking sir" I replied
The paddle landed across the seat of my briefs once again. I could swear I heard more giggling out in the hall. Someone was most definitely enjoying themselves, at my expense and I had my thoughts on just who that might have been, With a tap, tap, tap of the paddle on my underpants, he asked a third time.
"Do you know why you are here?"
"Because of my behavior sir?."
"Excellent! I have found a well placed paddle does wonders for the learning process. You are doing moderately well so far but would advise that you try to learn quickly and always think before you speak. You are to remain standing and facing my desk while I interview you. I will be taking notes and forwarding a full report, including your remarks, to your Aunt as to the results of our meeting. I will ask you a few questions now and the appropriate response will either be yes sir, or no sir. Understood?
"Your Aunt provides you with room and board and a fair allowance of spending money does she not?
"Are you always mindful of her instructions and treat her with the proper respect that she deserves?"
"Do you take care to spend your allowance wisely and not in a frivolous manner?
"I believe we have enough for now. We'll talk again shortly but lets address these misbehaviors first with a spanking, shall we?"
In short order he had a chair in the center of the room and I was hauled across his lap like a naughty ten year old with the seat of my briefs most appropriately positioned for spanking. I was secretly thrilled that we were finally getting to it and hoped that my excitement wasn't too evident. He paused to roll up his sleeves and then to place his hand on the seat of my briefs momentarily. With his hand resting in place, I felt my bottom rise to receive my spanking. He spanked slowly at first and then built to a steady rhythm with my bottom rising and falling in accordance with the beat. He was just getting up to spanking speed, with my alternating ohhs! and owwws! when we heard the doorbell ring. There was a shuffling of feet just outside the door to the study and we paused to listen as the door was answered.
(to be continued)
Cant believe now after getting 4 rings and clit hood on my pussy, then getting bigger rings put in, which hurt even more, Master now decides he wants my nipples doing today so they are healed by Xmas. This was something i wasnt sure i wanted, as ive had them done before and had nothing but trouble with them, infections, they hurt to touch, you coukdnt play with them, so it was something i was thinking about doing maybe next year. Now ive been told by Master to get them done today, he would like rings but think bars heal quicker so i will ask my piercer. He will probably hide after my screams only a few weeks ago getting bigger rings put in.
Im not gonna lie, this scares me more than getting the labia rings.
And im not even allowed a nice pretty colour, he wants nothing girly.
Probably stay silver to match the others, and he wants me to buy rings for when theyve healed.
I must be fucking mad. I must be.
Why, why, why am i doing this ?
Yes im following orders but seriously sometimes i just wanna say no fucking way.
Now im in trouble for swearing at him when he told me no girly colours.
The golf cart pulled into the garage, Uncle James at the wheel. Janie and Dylan sat on their sore bottoms, clutching hands in the back seat. The switching they'd received marked them with cruel welts across their rearends and thighs, but the worst of it, still awaited them. Being gone without permission, then found with beer, and boys, Janie was once again in big trouble. Uncle James had never punished her before. She thought he was, somehow, less harsh than her Daddy. She couldn't have been more wrong.
Only days ago, at dinner, she uttered a really bad word, that her Uncle had overheard. She had been spanked right in the diningroom, by her Father, with Uncle James silent approval. Her Dad and him went to the study afterwards & she was sent to her room, but not until she was stood in the corner with her red bottom throughout coffee and dessert.
Janie was sure her Daddy had confided her recent transgressions & as a result, her Uncle had no patience with her bad behavior. She didn't mean to, though. She just went to hang out with Dylan and...
It all went wrong.
"You two, go to your rooms and get ready for bed. Report to my office in ten minutes.", said James. Dylan and Janie scurried into the house and up to their rooms. They didn't talk, but exchanged a hug & worried looks at the top of the stairs.
James stopped in to tell his wife, Sandra, they were home and to brief her on what he'd discovered in the woods. She tried to plead leniency for the kids, which annoyed him.
"Don't you dare interfere, Sandra, or I'll warm your bottom too. You were supposed to be watching them, while I was working, so you're on thin ice, as well. I told you that you were giving Dylan too much freedom. He was drinking, for God's sake and now I've caught Janie with a beer! Can you just imagine what David will say, when I tell him his daughter was drinking and a boy had his arm around her, in the woods??!!"
Sandra hung her head, and said softly, "I'm sorry, James. I should have kept a better eye on them." James nodded and stalled out of their room.
He had to have these sketches done by Monday to discuss them with David. He'd be working all day tomorrow, thanks to this nonsense. Dylan was a good kid, but he'd screwed up today! And Janie, it had been one thing after the other. She required a very firm hand and none of that coddling! She was in for a rude awakening! She would not be sitting down any time soon. He opened the office door and sat at the big desk. He
opened his drawer and extracted the heavy oak paddle. It had been well used and drilled with a series of holes. It was a serious piece of work and it would drive the point home. He then took out a sturdy, brown leather strap, about two inches wide and 20 inches long. It too, was broken in.
Janie and Dylan met again on the staircase and walked to the office together. Janie was shaking, and Dylan, resigned. He knew what was in store, and there would be no reprieve. Dylan knocked on the door. His Dad's gruff voice said ,"Come".
Janie thought if her Daddy was a Dragon, then James was a Lion. They entered his lair. Janie followed Dylan's lead and stood beside him in front of the desk.
Her Uncle's face had a cold hardness to it, she'd never seen.
"You both know why you're here." He picked up his paddle and walked around the desk. Janie had a red and white nightgown on and white fuzzy peds on her feet. Dylan was wearing plaid lounging slacks and a t-shirt.
James pulled a wooden stool out. "I dont think you will be able to stay in position, Janie, through this paddling. Come here.
He put one foot up on the stool. His left was long. His knee was note several feet off the ground. He lift her up and over his knee. He told her to hang on to his leg. Her legs dangled in the air. She hung over his leg, like laundry on a line... Bent in half.
He raised her nightgown up and pulled her panties down. Her bottom was still marked by thin welts, evidence if the switch. She'd never been in this position. She shuttered from fear and anxiety. He picked up the strap. He put an arm easily around her waist, effectively holding her in place and keeping her hands from shielding the blow.
He laid the strap on her back and explored her bottom with his hand. There was faint bruising left, from a spanking now healed. He pulled a small bottle from his pocket, and squirted a bit of oil into her bottom, massaging it in. He rubbed and kneaded her buttocks and legs. "Cross your ankles, Janie. Your going to get a sound strapping. I'll warm your bottom with my hand first, then I'll strap you. I'll finish up with a proper paddling. Do not kick or bend your legs up or I'll strap your thighs to your knees. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir." Janie's voice trembled.
At once, his enormous hand left her fanny and slapped down hard on her fanny, hitting low where her cheeks turned to her private place. It was hard and unyielding, as it struck. Her soft bottom gave way to the force, flattening with the weight, hurting quickly, stinging and burning as it hit the path, where the switch had gone earlier. The spanking was fast and merciless. It missed no where. Her bottom was burning and red. She was crying for him to stop and it had barely begun.She struggled in his grip. Her legs flailing and kicking, without intention, just pure reaction to the impact.
"What did I tell you, you naughty girl!!!
If you kicked your legs? He took the strap and delivered a dozen hits on her tender thighs. He started at the top of leg, and struck and inch or two, down. About ten times and Janie screamed and begged for her Daddy, but her Uncle paid no attention. He strapped her other leg. She managed to keep her ankles crossed. He whipped her bottom next, delivering one forceful strike after another.... Searing heat and pain in the wake. It was far worse than her Daddy's belt. She thought that was hard, but there was no comparison. James was giving her a whipping she'd never forget. .
It was a long session, her bottom boiling hot, when he finally put the strap down.
He looked at his handiwork and seemed pleased. He rubbed her bottom all over, then lifted her from his knee and sat her, red bottom, bare and glowing on his desk.
"Oh, oh, ohhh", Janie cried. It hurt so bad.
She tried to slide to her feet.
"No, you sit there and watch, on that hit bottom!", James snapped.
Dylan had watched in horror. His Dad was so hard on Janie. He felt awful... Sick to his stomach. His eyes were wet.
"You should cry for her, Dylan! That's the weight of responsibility... When you don't do the right thing and others suffer. You feel their pain! It's a lesson you needed to learn. "
You come here, Dylan. Put your hands on the stool.....
It was an odd, but predictable, turn of events that had lead me to the door of the disciplinarian. I had been staying with an aunt (who was fairly handy with a cane herself) and came to her disfavor by overspending my allowance, staying out late with my friends, and lacking in manners and respect. Oh yes, I do admit to the lump total of it all, which is why my situation was so predictable from the start.
I can remember when she first suggested that I might benefit from seeing "the disciplinarian." I must confess that I felt a certain tingling on the seat of my briefs that was not all unpleasant. "Do go on" I can remember saying to her when she told me of her acquaintance that provided discipline, for a fee, to a select clientele. A retired headmaster she claimed he was. well versed in the art of disciplining. I do believe my heart skipped a beat when she asked for my consent and compliance to set an appointment for me. I wholeheartedly and most readily agreed on the spot. She, in turn, agreed to pay the fee.
My appointment was set and I secretly began to count the days. I was years beyond my last spanking from Aunt Sophie, but those days were still recent enough for me to remember them fondly. Having harbored a secret desire for disciplining for most of my life, I often replayed those wonderfully embarrassing memories in my mind. Lying across my Aunt's lap with trousers lowered while her afternoon tea friends observed a proper comeuppance, at my expense. Aunt Sophie would sit in a dining room chair, hike her dress and crinolines to her waist, and allow me quite a thrilling view of stocking tops and garter straps. Standing there in only my underpants, my excitement would cause a few snickers from the ladies in attendance. Her friends, all of proper social standing of course, seemed to delight in observing my bare bottom being chastised with hand, paddle and hair brush. In later years, I often suspected that their interest in witnessing my spankings may have left them a bit moist under their silks.
I had taken the bus as far as the stops would allow and then had to walk the mile or so to the estate which allowed me ample time to consider what I was about to receive. My hands seemed to gravitate to the seat of my trousers as I unconsciously rubbed my bottom. Be assured, there was no lagging to my step, or hesitation in my purpose, I fairly floated along with a nervous smile, feeling all flush and warm inside. I was very much looking forward to the disciplining and I think my Aunt suspected as much when I seemed a bit too chipper on the departure. "I doubt you will be whistling that tune on your return" she said, and off I went to my appointment. Secretly, I hoped she was right and that I would soon receive every ounce of comeuppance that I so richly deserved.
As was noted, my hands gravitated to the seat of my trousers. I had gone through my closet and selected a pair of smooth seated school uniform pants that had been hanging unworn for several years. I tried them on to find they still fit, just a bit snug in the seat now, which was all the better for the purpose for which I would be wearing them. I had gone out to purchase a brand spanking new package of briefs making sure they were equally snug in fit. With the trousers on, I bent over a chair in my room, and checked my reflection in the mirror. I was quite satisfied with the trousers as the fit allowed for quite a nice view of the outline of my briefs beneath. Every line and stitch of my underpants showed nicely, the seat of the trousers still having a bit of a shine left in them as well.
I checked my watch and hastened my step, I certainly did not want to be late for my first appointment with "the disciplinarian." I arrived with moments to spare and knocked on the door of the address my Aunty had given me. I was still fidgeting and tugging my shirt collar when the door was opened by an attractive young woman of my approximate age. "You must be here for the caning" were the first words she spoke to me, in more of a statement than a question "and right on time I suspect. You don't want to keep him waiting, not if you can help it." And with that, she ushered me inside. I followed her down a hallway and took the opportunity to consider the shape of her bottom and wonder if she herself did not benefit from a caning now and then.
She left me seated just outside the door to a study, my face still red with embarrassment to her knowledge of why I was there. She returned in a moment carrying a cane, a whippy little number sure to leave a good stripe. She knocked and then entered the study. I heard muted voices and then a moment of silence, followed by the unmistakable sound of a cane impacting a bottom (hers I imagined). There were three of the whistling impacts, each followed by a delighted "Oh!" Again the muted voices and the door opened. She beckoned me inside once again allowing my eyes to follow her bouncing bottom. This time she was smoothing her skirt down in back and rubbing her bottom. As she passed by to leave she leaned in close and whispered "See me before you leave" and then giggled. I was treated to the sound of nylon gliding on nylon as she rubbed her bottom for my benefit, and then closed the door behind her.
(to be continued)
my spanking day turned into a no spanking day as my disciplinarian had to cancel unexpectedly (bummer). I had some super cute punishment panties picked out and wanted to show them to you anyway
the view my disciplinarian would have had of my snug little lace trimmed spanky pants
had my paddles at the ready for some red hot panty paddling fun
I hope I get a rain check soon for a good old fashioned seat of my underpants warm up
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Yes – the “festive” season is almost upon us once again – and doubtless it will not be long before some twat or other sees fit to regale us with yet another personalised version of the hackneyed old "classic"!
Now there is some doubt as to where the ditty comes from – it is described as “traditional” in most text books, but there is a line of thinking that suggests it originated in France.
Well – for the franco-phobes amongst us who detest the poxy song as much as the gorilla does – this will come as no surprise. But I digress . . .
May I respectfully request that - instead of filling the blog spaces with their own rendition of this time-worn, overworked dirge – any would-be lyricists forego the urge to heap more misery on the spanking community and do something useful like having themselves whipped with a strand of barbed wire, and post a video for our combined delectation?
Bah – humbug!
Last week or so ago I wrote a story for my babygirl. I do these stories as a hobby, and very rarely do one for her because we do not discuss sex,,,,,,, just spanking, and my stories do not separate the two. I believe, when intimate, it is hard to separate the two. Well long story, here, I did two versions, the second one as I normally would write. She wanted to read it, so I let her. Now considering I toned it down from my usual explicit style, it got the point across.
As part of a punishment, I asked for a story from her, with a deadline. The deadline was extended because of personal crisis and I extended a few more days.
She surprised me with it last night, and what a story. OMG, she is such a writer that I coulD visualize and feel the words she put to paper. This is the second time she did this to me. From now on the filters come off. GOOD JOB BABYGIRL :) ;)
Note: please read #17,#18 below first.
Janie felt fuzzy, but not so much so, that she didn't know that she was about to be hit with a stick. She'd never even heard of a switch... would it be like that cane, Daddy had given her?! Strangely, she wished her Daddy was here. He would still punish her, but also comfort her and reassure her that everything would be alright. She'd never seen Uncle James so stern. She was staying under his roof, and so maybe he feels like he didn't watch me closely enough.
"Janie...here! Now!!! "She hurried to face him. "You bend over and put your hands on this log. Legs straight, bottom in the air!" Scared now, she obeyed, without question. He even sounded like her Daddy. Her Uncle told Dylan to stand where he would see every hit her bottom received.
"You've broken my trust, went off without permission, drank and fraternized with boys. You know better! I'm going to punish you, here, now and we'll finish up at home, with a paddle and a strap. Do you understand me??"
"Yes, Sir."Janie was bent over, her hands on the fallen tree, which wasn't that big. It meant her bottom was considerably higher, than her head. She was wearing shorts, which bent over, showed too much.
"Stick out that bottom, young lady! Bend only at the waist!" She complied. "You stay in position, do you hear me?"
"Yes sir. " Her voice cracking now. He held the long switch against her jeans. James tapped the switch several times on her behind, taking aim. He took the switch way back and with a whistle it cut through the air and it landed, across the center of her bottom. It was a powerful hit, that made her knees weak, as she yelped. "I'm sorry, Uncle James", she cried!!
"Count...that's one, and thank me."
"One, thank you, Sir" Years of training made her quick to respond. The next crack was brutal. He tapped the switch and drew it back, low, then carried it with force up and caught her bare skin right below her shorts. Instantly, she let out a howl and began to bawl.
"Two, thank you, Sir", she croaked out, between sobs. He landed three more strokes to her jean covered bottom, all just as hard.
"Stand up!" She did as she was told. "Dylan, take her place!"
Dylan came forward as Janie got up, sobbing and rubbing her hot bottom. His cargo shorts rode up as he bent way over He was upset, she supposed, because he had taken her here. But he said nothing. She watched her Uncle select another branch, take aim, and swing the stick, like a whip. That crack was terrifying. Dylan counted and thanked his Father, for every stroke. He grunted softly, as it hit and broke the switch. His Dad grabbed another & swung. WHACK, his round, hard bottom absorbed the blow. Another whack, harder than hers, hit him low. He choked back a cry. His smooth muscular thighs were 7vibrating . The next three were vicious and fast. He cracked and swung, cracked and swung connecting wood to his buttocks and the last to his thighs.
"Get up, Dylan. Stand there." He took my arm. "Pull your pants and panties right down, young lady, to your ankles."
"Please, not my kickers, Uncle James, I'll be a good girl!!"
"It's too late now for that now, you pull them down or I will ! " Janie pulled her shorts down and then her cotton underwear, covered with purple flowers. James broke off part of the switch. He had me in his left hand, and tested the range of the switch. He was going to whip me standing, like Daddy had spanked her, at dinner.
"Get behind her Dylan! Watch what you caused! He held me with one massive hand and whipped my bare bottom with the switch in the other.
"OWW, I marched and jumped as the stick flew through the air, back and forth ...WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK! I was screeching now as it hit. I could feel the welts rise. No counting, just a ass whooping, fast and furious!!
Dylan watched his father, wield that switch on Janie's little bottom. She couldn't escape his Dad out the switch. She couldn't stay on her feet, but his grip kept her up, until all ten ripped over her rear. Her bottom was scarlet!! She was crying so hard. He wished she knew how sorry he was. He wanted to take her place, his wish was about to come true.
"Stand tall, Janie! Hands on your head! Dylan, you're next! Pants down!" His bottom faced Janie. It was red and already striped.
" Feet apart, hands in front!". Uncle James didn't take his arm. He whipped the switch back and forth, putting muscle into the swing. It had a destinctive sound, as it traveled to his round, hard cheeks then bit into them. His only sound was upon impact, a throaty gasp.
He got 15 strokes on his bare bottom. His skin glowed red by the fire light. I hoped the stick didn't hit his jewels
"I'll finish with you two at home, but you'll walk there with your asses burning!! Pull up your pants and get your things!"
Her Uncle put out the fire with dirt and the remains of the beer. They followed him and his flashlight to the edge of the woods. A golf cart was parked there. He ordered them in. They sat in the back. It hurt like crazy to sit on her bottom. It was burning and stinging. She started to cry again. Dylan squeezed her hand and whispered, " I'm sorry, Janie." Big tears streamed down her face. She wanted her Daddy. She wanted to go home. But she was headed for a paddling and a strapping. It was going to be worse than ever. Her Uncle didn't try to calm her. He wanted to teach her. He wasn't at all amused.
By the time they reached the garage, she was just quiet, but the tears welled up slowly and continued to roll down her cheeks. Dylan held her hand all the way home. "Lord, please help Dylan and me!!"
In my last blog, I recounted my meeting with a college girl who contacted me on Fetlife and asked me to administer her first spanking. I exchanged phone numbers with her and she agreed to begin a disciplinary relationship. However, that relationship only lasted a few days. She told me via text that she’d skipped a couple of classes, and I suggested that we needed to schedule another spanking to reinforce her commitment to make all her classes. She never replied.
Because she never replied, I really don’t know why she withdrew from the arrangement. Maybe she didn’t want another spanking. Maybe she found another spanker she liked better. Maybe she had a car accident and is lying in a coma somewhere. I certainly hope the latter is not the case, and I wish she’d write to say goodbye just so I know that she’s okay. I don’t mind if she’s moved on, but I’d appreciate some closure.
I’ve been told this is the accepted norm of the internet age. Rather than tell someone that your friendship isn’t working and that you want to drop it, you just quit talking to them and let them figure it out. This manner of brush-off has a name. It’s called “ghosting” according to urbandictionary.com, which describes it thusly:
“The act of suddenly ceasing all communication with someone the subject is dating, but no longer wishes to date. This is done in hopes that the ghostee will just "get the hint" and leave the subject alone, as opposed to the subject simply telling them he/she is no longer interested. Ghosting is not specific to a certain gender and is closely related to the subject's maturity and communication skills. Many attempt to justify ghosting as a way to cease dating the ghostee without hurting their feelings, but it in fact proves the subject is thinking more of themselves, as ghosting often creates more confusion for the ghostee than if the subject kindly stated how he/she feels.”
I was discussing this with a friend, and we both agreed that ghosting like this is rude and inconsiderate. However, upon consideration, I realize that I have no room to criticize, because I’ve done the same thing myself. Nor is this simply a phenomenon of the internet age.
Long before there was ever such a thing as email (and back when I was young and handsome), I was involved in a number of long-distance love affairs. I licked many a stamp to post lengthy, impassioned love letters, and savored my lovers’ voices while feeding handfuls of quarters into pay phones every three minutes. Young people nowadays don’t have a clue what it was like.
(E gads—I sound like such a curmudgeon!)
In those days, we didn’t even have answering machines, so if you wanted to speak on the phone, you hoped your friend was home, and you hoped she wasn’t too busy or pre-occupied to give you her full attention. And letters…you had to write them out by hand, for goodness sake, carefully weighing your words, not just because postage rates went by the ounce, but because this letter was like a piece of you, that you hoped your lover would hold and savor.
But on the downside of that, if you just got busy with school or work, the writing desk and the telephone was a lot less tempting, and it was awfully easy to let days go by without any communication, and the longer you went, the harder it was to pick up the thread again. I have to confess, there were some very sweet girls whose letters went unanswered. And I never meant to do that to them. It just sort of...happened.
I suppose it’s not really that different these days. And, especially with on-line only friendships, it’s easy come, easy go. If all you have between you are a few inconsequential emails or personal messages, why sweat it if the conversation runs dry. It’s a lot easier just to blow it off.
But it seems to me, with someone you’ve met in real life, that since talk is so cheap and communication so convenient, it would be easy enough just to say, “So long! It’s been nice to know ya!”
What do you think, boys and girls? Has the internet really changed us that much?
Sitting here on break my brain wonders … So many thoughts fill my mind …May I share one with you ??
As I walk through the door I notice there is chair sitting in the middle of the living room . It’s the spanking chair , you know the kind , low profile with no arms on the side . Perfect for laying over my Sir's Knee , which happens to be his favorite position for me , he loved to see my round beautiful ass across his lap while it moves everytime he connects ….. As I come closer to the chair it has note on it which reads …
Sir: Princess , last night on my way in I happened to stop by your car and open the door . Would you like to know what I found little girl ?! The car door was unlocked !!! Last time we talked abut this when your wallet was stolen from your car and yet here we are again and thank god it was me who opened the door !!! I hope you realize what this means……………………….
In the bedroom is your towel for your shower and I have the outfit I want you in when I get home ….
As I make my way to the room I see my towel and next to it are a pair of boy shorts with a pink lace bra and my white and pink heels ..So I keep reading
Sir : Now , after your dressed I will allow you to choose two implement's to be punished with . Remember if I don’t like what you choose for the issue you have then I WILL choose what you hate so choose wisely . Once you have chosen, put them on the chair and stand I the corner with your panties down and wait , I will be back very soon .
The butterflies n my stomach are going crazy but I continue to get dressed only to know that I ill be undressing soon . While getting ready I cant stop thinking on how disappointed he is in me for knowing I just ignored the rules that were given to me . As I get to the corner I hesitantly pull my panites down and stand in my corner . HE KNOWS I hate the corner !!! But I hate disapointing my Sir even more . THEN …
I hear the door open … Im facing the corner and cant see anyhting and I don’t dare turn around to check either . Do I say hello or go for a the kiss I urge for from him? I can feel his steps towards me as his heavy feet hit the ground and then they stop and I hear ….
Sir : Hello princess , You are being such a good girl right now . (I can feel his breath on the back of my neck)..Im so proud of you for following instructions so well . I see you picked the leather belt and the cane ? I can tell you know how bad you were and what you deserve just by your pics .
I nod my head yes knowing I wasn’t told I could speak yet ..
Sir : "Are you ready bbg"
Me: Yes sir I am
Sir: Are you ready to leave this corner ?
Me : YES I AM (as I took a sigh of relief for getting out of that damn corner )
All of a sudden I feel his hand grab mine and start to turn me around , as I turn around and look up to his Handsome face he glares down at me and gives me a soft kiss telling me I look beautiful ..
Sir :Go ahead and pull those panites up . Now, im going to start off easy ok bbg? But I am gong to show you by the end on why you need to do what I ask
By this time the wet had already ran down my thigh and as I pull them up I can feel it get whipped up . That’s a good thing because if he notices I got this wet before anything has even happened he will not be happy .
He takes his seat on the chair ad he places me on his knee. My feet are still hanging because im so little compared to him . I can feel the warmth of his hands on my but , caressing it and squeezing it a little in his hands .
Sir : I want you to count to 50 and every time im done I want you to say " Thank you daddy ,next time ill lock my car !"
That was not easy at all ! He waits but the smack was so hard it sent goose bumps all over my body . My sir noticed them and it seemed like it got him going
SMACK , SMACK ,SMACK… HE wasn’t even using the belt ! He liked seeing me squeem under the power of his hand
On the 30th one he stands me up
SIR: stand at the back of the chair and bend over to receive the rest with cane..
Me: Please sir wait 5 min , im so sore already ….
Sir: Are you asking for a break right now ?!? Stern look of anger on his face .." After what you did ?Again ?
I cant believe I said that , why was I acting so weak and now I made it worse!!!!!
The cane starts swinging , with each hit I feel as if my skin is breaking . By this time im staring to squirm and I know we are way past 50 but I dare not say anything about it ! My breath is shortening and the tears are starting to well up in my eyes , I keep reaching for something to grab and there's nothing !!
Sir : Do you still need a break ?
Sir: I said do you still need a break ?!?
Me: No sir I don’t . Im so so sorry
Sir : Are you so sorry you wont do it ever again
In my Head I hear : I hope I don’t " but to him I say No!, No I will never do it again ! I promise ..(now full on tears )
Ok , im going to get the lotion to put on and when I come back I want you back over my knew for the Belt
I loveeeee the belt but he doesn't know that . But not after the cane which came after the unexpected spanking from his strong hands .
He takes down my pretty pink panties and I g back over his knee again . Belt wrapped tight around his fist with only a small amount hanging out . I know im going to have to hold it together to through this . My cheeks feel numb but it still stings so bad . I feel him sit up ad look over me to his leg and he says
Wait , what's this ?
You can see the Wet running down His leg. Are you serious right now ?
Me: I couldn’t help it sir !! Im sorry sir , Its not my fault ! Please I cry
I want you back in the corner thinking about this !
Here I am … shhh. Atleast I got my break ;)
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Good luck everyone!