Does anyone know the origin of this picture?
Sorry, I don’t get out much and depend on you.
Another from the vault by DME. The last story I posted by this lass got zero comments which surprised me. Maybe someone will like this one? Some of these stories are fact based, others pure fantasy. You decide.
She felt all tingly and excited as they rode the elevator up. The building was quiet and dark on a Saturday afternoon. For him to see where she worked was a special thrill. She wanted him to be able to picture her in his mind at any point of the day. He followed her through the door and into the little reception area. "It's just a small office- there are only three of us plus a volunteer who comes in the mornings to answer the phone. We've rented another suite of rooms around the corner and will rearrange everything. All these bookshelves and supplies will be stored there." "And where is your office?" "Right through here." She led him through the copy room to her office. Pausing at the doorway, she regretted that everything looked so messy. Without even looking at him she could sense his critical eye. "It is a bit disorganized, but I have been so busy. Just run in, unload, repack and take off for the next training." The worktable in the middle of the room was stacked high with files, books, and a chaotic assortment of papers. Piled in the corners of the room were plastic boxes of files and forensic supplies, lids ajar. They stepped around the colposcope toward her desk. A rainbow of sticky notes were scattered around the desktop with more piles of files and loose paper. The other side of the floor was covered by stacks of boxes of manuals.
Hands behind his back, he perused her space. "Young lady, I am appalled at this office. What kind of impression do you think this would make on any visitor?" Glancing away, she ignored his rhetorical question. " Look at me when I speak to you. Answer my question." Goosebumps prickled her arms, She knew that tone. "Umm, well, I guess they would think I am really busy. Which I am!" "No, this room indicates carelessness, disarray, and disorganization. Isn't that correct?" "Maybe." She couldn't stand to meet his gaze. "That's enough. I think I need to motivate you to clean this place and put things in order. And give you a reason to keep it straight. Walk right over to that desk and lean over. Hands all the way on the other side." He wasted no time baring her bottom. She wondered what on earth he would use to punish her, but the soft sliding of his belt through the loops answered that question. Each stripe of the belt was accompanied by sharp question that demanded an answer. "What must be done with this desk? Where does this equipment go? How should these boxes be stored? What are you going to do with these stacks of papers?" In her distress it was very difficult to stay focused on his questions an answer to his satisfaction. All she could think about was the doubled belt and when the next blow would fall. Now she was already straining forward to escape the fire. Her challenging attitude dissolved into contrite replies and pleas for relief.
"Next week you will email me photos of this room- spotless. Is that clear?" "Yes, sir." By now she was close to sobs, but still bared and in position. "Now you will receive four more to help you remember this lesson. I expect you to take them without a sound, and then you may be excused." She did sob then, just a quick intake of breath. Her knuckles white as she clung to the far edge of the desk. The four last stripes fell in solemn procession, and he was pleased that she accepted her due. He stepped back and threaded the belt back in place. She straightened her clothes, pulling the panties over a now glowing bottom. He reached for her and with an embarrassed sigh she rested her head on his chest. "What do you have to say for yourself?" "Thank you, my lord. " Smiling a slow smile, he kissed her dark hair and led her to the elevator. He had no doubt that office would be in order.
The sexually graphic “Fifty Shades of Grey” book, which will be released as a movie in 2015, has already been criticized for being “mommy porn.” But a recent study is actually quantifying some of the real-life behaviors of women who have read the fiction work about a man’s more than domineering sexual preferences.
Amy Bonomi, a professor in Michigan State University’s Department Human Development and Family Studies, analyzed the health risks with reading fiction that depicts violence against women and found those who had read “Fifty Shades” were more likely to have a verbally abusive partner, to exhibit eating disorders and take diet aids, to report binge drinking and to have had five or more sexual partners throughout their lifetime up until this point.
We don’t write about many of our paddling’s. There are only so many ways we can describe them before we bore ourselves. We wish we could write like Ronnie does. She is the only one we know about that is currently writing about her personal spankings in a way that appeals to us. In a word, titillating. And I am not talking about sex, I am referring to the sexy way she describes their play. For us, we would not be interested in spanking at all unless it was not sexual. We both get aroused no matter who is paddling who.
Yesterday, I told Bacall I was going to paddle her. She immediately went into alibi mode. She can come up with more excuses faster than anyone I know. But, I knew from the glint in her eye at the beginning that she was on board.
She always asks why she is getting paddled. Today, it was because it was raining.
I told her I was going to use our red paddle – a real stinger. [I made Ronnie a holey paddle exactly like the one that is Bacall’s fav. Ronnie thinks it stings like a swarm of bees, but it is P’s fav. I would estimate the red paddle has about 2.15 times the sting factor of the holey paddle if that helps you any]
Bacall got out both the holey and red paddle perhaps thinking that if there were a finite number of licks then every lick with the holey paddle would reduce the licks with the red paddle and so mitigate the amount of sting. But, there was a second way, she could be asking for double the number of licks. I decided that was what she wanted.
I had her lay over my lap. She likes to put her knees on the couch and look out the window. In that position, she can swish her bottom around to indicate I should amp up the paddling. She can also easily just fall down on her side when she wants to. After a short discussion, I wish I could recall the words, she acquiesced and snuggled up across my lap. She wanted to be paddled in her new sleeping shorts. They are quite thin, so I had no problem with that. I laid into her and she stayed in position and was unusually quiet. She sensed that I was going to paddle her hard and she may was well take it. And she did. First with the holey paddle, then and equal number with the red paddle. I then pulled the shorts down and repeated the same on her pleasantly red bottom. Before we got to the end, she was more than ready for it to end.
Bacall, but taken on another day