Foolishness since 2007

Foolishness since 2007
Foolishness since 2007

Monday, May 30, 2011

White Panty Memorial Day Monday

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The ninth weekly edition. Only three more weeks to go. Then I will have to figure out something else easy to post.

Some variety this week. Very delicate wear in the top left. Shiny nylon below. Boy shorts in jeans in the upper right. Cotton with a big smile rounds it out.

Which one would I most like to paddle? Frankly, I can not decide. Can I give each two licks and then try to make a choice?


I honor Americans who have died in all wars.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Who Is She?

I have seen this woman in several F/M photo shoots. Does anyone know her name? I am guessing she is European?

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I would like to use that crop on her jodhpurs.

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Here is another picture of her in case you did not recognize her in the first one.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Correct Positioning

Web Ed who does Chicago Spanking Review wrote:

Here's a question for you, which I hope you haven't answered (and I missed): When paddling someone, I'm a real stickler for correct positioning, believing it to be central to the experience, insisting that knees be kept straight and bottom turned up and stuck out. So what are your (both or your) views on this subject, from both perspectives (giving and receiving)?

We are keen to get the position correct – for safety and to obtain the maximum sting. I was prepping a short post on this subject just a day or so before your comment. So I will merge it here.


Would You Spank Here?

The watermark on this picture shows it was taken during a professional spanking photo shoot. Like many professionally done spankings, I consider the area the spoon is resting on to be out of bounds. Since there is redness there some professionals do not share my view.

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We don’t spank that way around here. Would you spank that high or do you like to be spanked that high?


Also Bacall recently found your How To Paddle reference. We think a lot professionals would benefit from adhering to it.

I was also able to locate a post we made on New Years Day of 2010 also titled How To Paddle.

Good question sir. We hope more people will adopt your excellent guidelines.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

You Might Be A Redneck

If you count your paddle pops "1...2...3...the next number...the next number...the next number...", you just might be a redneck.

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A rare post by Bacall

I felt very good when we got up this morning.  Seemed like a good time to play.  But first we had some yard work to do.  Then I tried a new recipe that Bogey had picked out - Drunken Sauerkraut.  It sounded so good, but it took two hours to fix.  Well let me tell you, when a kitchen timer goes off it really cuts into play time.

When I went to the grocery store yesterday, the craving that I had for a watermelon just overtook me and it was under $4.  Poor Bogey thinks the prices should be the same as they were 40 years ago.  Bogey decides that I will have the pay for my purchase and I said "Fine, and it will be worth every paddle pop!"   As I said I was feeling good, actually I think I was feeling paddle proof.  We were dressed up for play and between the oven timer, I was getting my pops.  I suggested that he use the "teacher's paddle."  Then I found he already was using it! But as I said, I was feeling paddle proof.  I made up a little song, A paddling we will go, a paddling we will go, etc.  So I am getting pops while I am singing.  [She kept on singing and singing. Bless her heart] He decides that maybe the pops are not hard enough.  But now it's time to eat lunch and by the way, the sauerkraut was okay, but not worth two hours time.  After lunch, the play continues.  By this time, I am feeling sorry for Bogey because he isn't getting his share of the paddle.  So we switch and I am singing my little song, but obviously Bogey was not sharing the same "paddle proof" feeling.

It was a very fun day.  I think both of us wonders when I will be feeling paddle proof again.

Bacall sure was feeling paddle proof. I think she took more licks today than I can recall.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Monday Again

If she is wearing white panties it must be Monday.

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There is something about the lower right one that makes it special for me.

Once upon a time, we were at a party that had a staircase. One little darling slid down the banister and surprise, surprise, she got spanked for it. I am sure it never entered her mind that she might get spanked. Certainly not. With only six or eight men in the room who would think that one of them just might use her bannister sliding as an excuse to spank her. Bacall was not next on the banister, but over the weekend, I think all the girls did the slide and spank.

Friday, May 20, 2011

So You Like To Be Spanked?

After Ms. Marvel gets through with you just might think differently.

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I would love to try her once.

That’s my fantasy spanker for the week. Enjoy your weekend.

RIP – Hawtness.com


PS We watched Bogey and Bacall in The Big Sleep yesterday. Today Liz Taylor in The Taming of The Shrew. If only they still made great movies.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Handcuffs

I saw this video on Pandora Blake’s wonderful Blog. If you like a little bondage and voyeurism, check it out.

http://www.lustcinema.com/video/Handcuffs/

Bacall has not seen it yet. I know she will like it.

Everyday, I am Plagued

I wake up everyday with images in my mind. They are either woman I am spanking or women spanking me. This has been going on since I was in my late teens. I am plagued. I wonder if I only liked to spank or be spanked if my mind would be less active with spanking?

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Only a spanko could see spanking in this image. Are we cursed??

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Perhaps if Gogo were on my mind I could break free of spanking??? I am certain she could wilt a hard on with that ball and chain.


I really appreciate the recent comments from all the folks who have never commented before. Muchas gracias.

 

Now that you have found that no one from the thought police knocked on your door, please come again.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Nothing Much New To Say

Here goes my rant of the year.

We started this Blog because there was no voice for men who enjoy being spanked by a woman just for fun - with no reason to be uber submissive or for punishment or discipline - just the sheer pleasure of being spanked. Plus there were few voices for women who liked to spanked “just for fun”. After over three years of posting; we think we remain the only couple in the whole world who like to spank and like being spanked by each other. That makes us odd, strange, rare, etc.

We have written about ourselves and fairly exhaustively on such topics as Adult Discipline, Submission, Erotic Spanking etc. We can not write with the clarity of an Erica or a Bonnie, but we do the best we can.

Erica recently did a fine post on masochism. It got numerous well thought out comments. Rationally, since we can not write with the same lucidity, we should not expect lucid comments.  Still, we pine for something more than we get from our few readers. Kelly calls her readers ‘Team’. Come on team, be a little more encouraging!


On another subject, I am a little miffed with a few blogs for posting pictures found here. Most of the pictures seen here I flinched from web sources over the years, so I have NO claim to them. Yet, when I see them pop up within days elsewhere my jaws get a little tight.

I know that Chross is one of the most read Blogs. To me the content is mostly boring and all of the content is stale. Since I have said as much in the past, I don’t expect to be on Chross again. Fine. But, when a picture I post one week is shown on another Blog the next week and picked up on Chross. Well, that do say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.


We have been posting almost daily since last October. We may not be posting as frequently in the future. We need some time to regroup.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

The ABCs of Sizzling Sex

Joey writes: I am an avid reader of your blog.  My wife subscribes to Women’s Health magazine.   This is a main stream vanilla mag that features stories on cooking, dieting, etc.  In the May 2011 issue, there was a story titled "The ABCs of Sizzling Sex."  For E, read erotica. For F, fantasize.  For R, Role Play.  For S, Spanking.  Yes, the author recommended spanking as a way to spice up sex!   I thought you would be interested in this article based on the topics that you address in your blog.

Thanks Joey! Sex sells at lot things, including magazines. It’s good to know we have one avid reader left!

May we suggest spanking during sex? In the doggey position her bottom is “right there”. I sometimes leave a paddle laying where she can see it and remind her that I can pick it up and use it at anytime. It helps with getting her mind where she wants it and with a bigger explosion.

Monday, May 9, 2011

It’s Monday Again

There five posts last week. And five comments. Three comments were on White Panty Day. I guess I know what you come here for. So here is the sixth installment of White Panty Day.

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Friday, May 6, 2011

The Novelist - Part 2

  by Kate

Kate hung up the phone and smiled. What a nice surprise to hear from Paul after all this time. She had a soft spot in her heart for Paul as a result of the sharing and special times they'd had together.

Two years earlier she'd met Paul through rather extenuating and certainly 'unusual' circumstances. Kate was a writer, mainly a historical romance writer, and liked to 'experience' the things that she wrote about. If she was not knowledgeable enough, she would research and try to experience it on a personal, if limited level. She found it much easier to write about if she had some actual first-hand facts. In almost all of her books, her heroines were intelligent, feisty, spunky, independent and sometimes stubborn to a fault......they were 'never' dimwitted, meek or un-opinionated. And her heroes were masculine, assertive, confident and quite capable of handling the heroine in any circumstance, much to that young woman's dismay at times and much to her delight at others. Her romance novels were accepted readily by a large portion of the female reading population. Her last novel, however, had been a contemporary one and had very quickly made the bestseller list in a short time. Because of this, her previous titles had been in demand also; and it seemed she had reached a new kind of reader in the process. She was absolutely delighted with the success of her newest novel.

Her acquaintance with Paul had been as a result of a 'research' project; and she could still blush when she remembered how uncomfortable she had been at first. Most of her stories, at some point, contained a spanking scene of some sort. She didn't know exactly why herself, but for some reason (in her own mind) the act somehow confirmed the masculinity of the hero and at the same time showed the vulnerability and femininity of the heroine. And since her books were well-received by her fans, she continued to include these scenes. Since a spanking was something Kate had never experienced, even as a child, she wanted to know what it was like. In her own mind she had fantasized about it for years. And so when she went about preparing to experience it, she allowed to Paul that it was pure research......but knew in her own mind that it was being done as much on a personal level as on a professional one.

And that was how she happened to meet Paul. One of the editors of a spanking publication had given her Paul's name as someone she would be able to trust to explore further with. Their communications had started with letters and then phone calls; and then dinner before actually playing out a spanking scene.

She found Paul to be a very charming, understanding and perceptive gentleman. And to top it all off, he was one of the most physically and emotionally attractive men she had ever met. After their first experience, they had gotten together on quite a number of occasions over the next few months and had become rather close. Then Kate had gotten so involved with her book that she rarely had personal time anymore; and, in fact, was getting a little scared that their relationship was becoming more than she was ready for. In the end, she broke it off rather suddenly and not as graciously as she would have liked....and she had regretted it ever since. She thought about him often and wondered what would have happened if she hadn't broken it off; but it had seemed the right thing at the time. But then again, perhaps she just didn't know how to deal with it at the time. So, it was over a year since she had seen him and his phone call was a very unexpected pleasure. He had asked to take her to dinner on Friday......Friday was three days away and she found herself wondering if she could stand the wait.

On Friday, Kate decided not to start writing at all; she didn't want to take a chance on getting something going and then possibly not allowing herself enough time to get ready. It was important that she look her best; and she took the time to make sure that she did. At 6:00 exactly she heard the doorbell ring. "Punctual as usual," she thought. When she opened the door, her breath was nearly taken away at the sight of him. He was even more handsome than she remembered and she suddenly felt like a young girl on her first date. She opened the screen door to allow him entrance and started to put her hand out to greet him, but he advanced and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, saying "You look wonderful, Kate."

"Why thank you, Paul, you look pretty good yourself." After just a few words, they left for the restaurant where they had a very pleasant dinner and conversation -- catching up on the goings-on of the past year or so. Kate wondered how she could have ever let this man out of her life. Dinner turned out to be a very relaxing, three-hour affair. When he stopped in her driveway, she asked him in for a drink and he ended up staying until 3:00 in the morning while they continued to catch up on much. Finally, reluctantly, he said, "I really do have to leave. I have an appointment tomorrow at 10:00; and I need to be mentally sharp."

When she walked him to the door, he said, "I really do need to discuss something with you; will you be home tomorrow afternoon?"

Kate smiled, "All day, as a matter of fact. You're welcome to stop by anytime. If you'd like, I can have lunch ready. What time will you be here?"

"I'm not sure how long this appointment will take. How about if we say 1:00.....I'm sure I can be here by then.

"One-o'clock is just fine; I'll see you then."

Paul put his right arm around her waist and drew her near, kissing her very tenderly for just a moment then let her go and smiled, "See you tomorrow, Kate." Then he surprised her by giving her a smack on the bottom and saying, "Behave yourself till then."

Kate closed the door and sighed, then smiled. It was the most wonderful evening she'd had since the last time she'd been with him. She was terribly attracted to him. And when she thought about it, she wasn't sure if his kiss or the smack on her bottom had affected her more. What a crazy thing to think!

On the way home, Paul was smiling too as he reminisced on the night's events. She's had quite an effect on him this evening and he quickly remembered why he had found her so appealing almost two years ago. In a short time he had become quite serious about her and he felt she had returned his feelings. Then, quite suddenly, she had said she really couldn't continue to see him because she had deadlines to meet and was very far behind. When he asked if he could call her in a month or so, she had told him that it probably would be best if he did not because she needed to get very serious with her work .....and she could be tied up indefinitely for many months. It seemed like a brush-off and he was stumped as to the reason. But he did not delve into the whys.....he accepted it....and later wondered why he had.....because he missed her terribly. And after tonight.....well, they were definitely going to have to discuss this tomorrow.

Saturday was a warm day in late June, so Kate decided on just a Caesar salad and some cut up fruit along with iced tea for lunch. She was dressed in a white sundress and sandals which showed off a warm, golden tan and her hair was pulled up into a knot off her neck when she opened the door to Paul. He was in khaki slacks with a white cotton knit shirt and holding a bouquet of fresh flowers. He handed them to her and she said, "You didn't have to do this; but I'm glad you did. They're so pretty and will brighten up the room. Thank you."

She told him to follow her into the kitchen and she put the flowers into a vase right away and set them on the center of the island counter.

"Is iced tea okay for you?" she asked.

"Perfect."

She poured him a glass and set it in front of him then got out the salad and fruit from the refrigerator and put them on the table. They had a light conversation during lunch and afterwards Paul helped her clean up then they went into the living room and sat together on the sofa with another glass of iced tea.

"So, what happened last time, Kate? What went wrong?"

Kate was surprised by his direct question and surprised herself even more by answering him just as directly, "You scared the hell out of me. I was feeling things I hadn't felt since before my husband and I were married. And I don't know why, but I got scared. And then I was sorry later......but afraid to call you."

"Afraid to call.....after the closeness we'd shared!" furrows formed in his brow as he spoke. "You deserve a good spanking! When's the last time you had a spanking?"

Kate flushed a little, but said, "The last time you gave me one."

Paul smiled, "Boy you really are overdue." Then he became more serious, "Kate I'd like to give this a try again. What do you think?"

She returned his smile and said, "I think I'd really like to, Paul. I've missed you."

"I'm not going to play games with you, Kate. I want a serious relationship. And I think both of us let the chance get by us last time."

Kate squirmed a little in her seat, "You're coming at me pretty fast."

"I know, but as far as I'm concerned, we wasted over a year. I think we've got something special here and I'd like very much to give it a chance.

Kate wasn't sure. She knew she had special feelings for Paul; but she didn't know if it was a good idea to rush it. In the end, she said, "Maybe we should," because she didn't want to take a chance on letting him go again. She'd been sorry the last time; and he was right, they owed it to themselves to see if there was something special there.

And so that's how their relationship began anew. They saw each other almost every night. Then Paul had to go on a business trip that kept him away for five days. Kate missed him terribly. They talked every night on the phone, but it wasn't enough.

Finally Friday came and she met him at the airport and nearly threw herself into his arms. He accepted her enthusiastically with open arms and a long, lingering, sensual kiss. And when his right hand started to reach down to cup her behind, they both seemed to remember simultaneously where they were and abruptly let go to step back.

Paul spoke first, "I guess maybe we should wait till we get home."

"I think that's probably a good idea," she laughed self-consciously. What was this man doing to her?

On the way to the car, Paul suggested they stop somewhere on the way for dinner.

"Good idea," Kate said, "I've been so busy, I didn't even plan anything!"

Later as they sat in a little corner of the restaurant, Kate waited until the waitress had taken their order then said, "I really did miss you --- more than I thought I would."

"I missed you, too, Kate; but I took a little bit of you along to keep me company."

She looked at him, puzzled.

He answered her queried look by saying, "I picked up a copy of your new novel and read it while I was gone."

"Did you like it?" she asked eagerly.

"It was a great story. No wonder it's gotten such good reviews."

"I'm so glad you liked it."

Paul took a sip of wine then set the glass down and looked at her, "I'd have enjoyed it more, if I hadn't recognized myself so easily."

Kate blushed, "I'd hoped it wasn't that glaring."

"Glaring!" he said, raising his voice a little. "You named the main male character Paul, described me to a "T" -- though I admit you were very flattering -- and he just happened to be a lawyer! I think that takes in more than even 'glaring'."

"I couldn't help it. I tried to make him someone different, but all I could think of was you.....I couldn't get you out of my head. It was just after I stopped seeing you."

"That's all very flattering, Kate, but very unprofessional and highly unethical. In spite of the disclaimer at the front of the book, anyone knowing me very well --- especially if they knew I know you, would recognize me within the first couple chapters."

"Paul, you seem to be upset. I'm sorry. I didn't......"

"What should I think when you write a story about me without even asking if I mind."

"Paul, it was fiction!"

"Then the characters should have been fictitious. I shouldn't have felt I was reading an autobiography one chapter into the book." He was very serious and Kate was a little taken back at his attitude.

"You're seeing things no one else would see."

"If I took this before a judge, I assure you I'd win."

"You can't be serious," she sputtered.

"I've no intention of taking you to court," he answered as the waitress appeared with their soup. he waited until she left, then continued, "But neither do I plan to let it pass without consequence."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you remember a couple years ago when we sat across a table very similar to this and I told you what I would consider a very important part of any relationship I entered into?"

"I don't......" she started to say, not comprehending what he was getting at.

"We were talking about spankings at the time." he offered in the way of enlightenment. The expression on her face and the accompanying flush told him she was remembering, but she said, "I don't think I recall....."

"Oh, I think you 'recall' exactly what I said.....but, in any case, I'll refresh your memory. I stated very emphatically that I firmly believed in disciplinary spankings when necessary. That is, a very 'real' spanking as punishment for a very 'real' offense.

He watched her carefully as she tried to avoid his eyes and swallowed deeply.

"Look at me, Kate," he said quietly, but in a voice that made her look in spite of her trepidation.

"You have earned yourself a very sound spanking for a very serious offense; and I will be seeing to it when we get home."

"Paul you can't be serious," she said, but the look on his face contradicted her statement.

"I assure you, I've never been more so," he said levelly.

"This is ridiculous, you can't really mean to......"

"Spank you? I most certainly do.......and very, very soundly. Chances are you won't sit comfortably for a few days." He watched as she squirmed in her seat.

She snapped her head up and said defiantly, "I won't let you!"

"It's already been decided. Any act of defiance will only add to what I'm already prepared to do. Don't make the mistake of taking me lightly.""

"You can't......"

Again he cut her off, "Discussion closed. Eat your soup. The waitress is coming over with our salad."

Kate's emotions were running wild. She suddenly had no appetite whatsoever. She couldn't deny it.......she usually loved the way Paul took charge.....she found it to be very masculine, very assuring and very sensual. And she loved it when he'd pull her across his knee and paddle her behind.....it excited and thrilled her like nothing else ever could. Oh, his spankings hurt; and it was sometimes sort of a love/hate thing.......but there was nothing else like it......to get her whole body tingling. But this was different. He was making her feel like a naughty child. He warned her a disciplinary spanking would be painful and not something she'd want to experience again after the first time. Well, she didn't want to experience it the 'first' time! Just who did he think he was, anyways! She was an adult. She could make her own decisions. She just wouldn't let him do it.

If only he weren't so serious, she'd worm her way out of this -- she'd cuddle up next to him and he'd soon be forgetting......who was she kidding!! She knew better than that.....even in play, she'd never been able to manipulate him out of a spanking once he'd made his intentions known! Well, then she'd have to try a new angle. She'd sit down with him when they got home and discuss this rationally with him. Oh, right!!! That'll work, Katie girl --- you'll rationalize him out of it......sure!!! What was she going to do? Well, one thing for sure, she just wasn't going to let him treat her like a child and spank her for real. No way!!!

After that he would talk about anything and everything but that subject. Twice when she'd tried to bring it up, he'd simply said, "Drop it, Kate. It's not negotiable. Period."

She'd given him an angry glare and refused to talk to him for a few minutes. But he kept right on and she was soon entering the conversation again. She wished it was easier to stay mad at him.

Paul did not hurry through dinner; he ate leisurely and sipped his coffee slowly after dinner. Kate barely ate and ordered an after dinner drink rather than the coffee.

It was only a twenty minute ride home from the restaurant and it went by all too quickly for Kate. She was not looking forward to this confrontation; and a confrontation it definitely was going to be -- because she was not about to allow him to turn her over his knee and give her a punishment spanking!

When they entered the house, Kate took off her suit jacket and hung it in the closet. Paul removed his jacket and started rolling up his sleeves. Kate knew the implications of that simple action and made a move towards the kitchen.

"I won't keep you in anticipation all night, Kate. We'll take care of this now." Finished rolling up his sleeves, he grabbed a chair from the dining area and put it down in the center of the large living room. Kate had stopped when he spoke. Suddenly she wasn't feeling so brave. Paul sat down in the chair and said, "Come over here, Kate."

Kate didn't move.....she couldn't.....

"You 'don't' want to put me to the trouble of getting up," he said threateningly.

Kate gave in enough to walk over to him, but just out of his reach. "You can't do this. This is absurd."

"Lift up your skirts and pull your panties down, Kate."

"No!" she exclaimed backing up a step.

"Do it now!"

"No! I told you I'd never do that."

"And I told you if I ever gave you a discipline spanking you'd do whatever I told you to do."

"I won't," she said stubbornly.

In one quick movement he was out of the chair and grabbed her arm before she had a chance to flee.

"No!" she squealed as she was being propelled across his lap. Barely did she feel his thighs beneath her before she felt her dress and slip whipped up to her waist and her panties were just as efficiently stripped down to her knees. No sooner were they down and she felt the flat of his hand stinging her backside in a series of fast, furious smacks. They reigned down so quickly she didn't even know where they were landing -- only that her whole bottom was stinging within moments. And then it was over. He reached down and pulled her panties back in place and told her to stand up.

Quickly, her hands went back to rub her behind. Never had to ever spanked her without giving her a lighter warm up.

"Now, pull your panties down, Kate."

Her head jerked up, "No.....Paul.....please."

"Now!"

"I can't" she pouted.

His arm snaked out again and grabbed her, flinging her again across his knees and just as quickly her skirts were up and her panties down. His hand smacked her bottom hard and she cried out, "Please don't" but he spanked several more times till she finally screamed, "All right, I'll do it."

"Do what?" he asked.

"What you said," she panted.

"And what did I say?"

When she didn't answer immediately, he smacked her again and she squealed, "I'll pull my panties down."

Again he pulled her panties up and told her to stand up. She stood there for a moment in anguish. She didn't want to do this. To pull them down was to submit.....to acknowledge he could indeed make her do as he said; and she didn't want to do that in the worst way.....but if she didn't, she knew he'd keep it up till she did. He wasn't giving her a choice of whether she would ---- only when. Damn him!

"The next time I take my belt off," he warned when he deemed she was taking too long.

"No, Paul, don't," she said quickly, pulling her skirts up and then put her fingers in the waistband of her panties.......and then she stopped and looked at him, pleading once again..... "Please, Paul. You've spanked me enough."

"I haven't even started on the original spanking. What you got so far was for defiance."

"Paul......I can't......it's too embarrassing."

"That, too, is part of the lesson." He waited only a moment then added, "If I take the belt off, it won't go back on till I've used it."

She slowly pushed her panties down past her hips to her knees, embarrassed to stand before him this way, silently cursing him and herself for doing it.

He took her wrist and gave it a tug and she was face-down across his knees. Paul put his left hand down in the middle of her back; and she clenched her cheeks in anticipation......but he just put his right hand on them and rubbed and gently kneaded their softness between his fingers.

"You know you did something very wrong to end up here, don't you," he asked in a calm voice.

"Yes," she answered apprehensively, yet honestly. "But I didn't mean to.....it just happened."

"You agree then, that you deserve to be spanked?"

"Yes," she cried out, "But I don't want you to do it."

"I'm glad you agree," he said calmly, still teasing her bottom. "And because you agree it's what you deserve, you are to ask for your spanking."

"No!" she protested, "Paul, I can't. Just do and get it over with."

"I'll begin when you've asked politely.....not before."

"I can't.....you know that."

"I know your pride, alone, is all that's preventing it."

She kicked out if frustration, "I can't. You know I can't."

"But you will.....because you know deep down you deserve it. And you know the longer you wait the harder it will be to say it. And you also know the longer you wait the more penalty I'll be adding for defiance." And he just kept rubbing and kneading. She didn't want him to stop.....but, she was under no delusions......she knew the other would begin no matter how long she prolonged it. She'd never won an argument in this position yet.

"Kate, ask me to please spank you for being such a naughty girl. And ask me nicely."

He was right.....pride, alone, was keeping her from asking; and pride was what was keeping her in this state of anticipation. Better to swallow her pride and just have it over with.

Before she could second-guess her decision, she said, "Please spank me for doing such a careless thing."

"Close enough, "he said, knowing what it cost her. "Yes, Kate, I will give you the spanking you deserve."

No sooner were the words out and his hand came down in testimony of their truth.....first on one cheek, then the other.....then across the middle.....not fast and furious as before --- but measured strokes, as if he wanted her to fully appreciate and remember each and every one.

She tried to remain stoic and take them quietly; but after the first dozen or so, she was kicking and yelling loud 'Ouch's' and 'Ow's'. By the time he reached two dozen, she was squirming, trying to evade his hand, but failing each time.

"Stop, Paul. Please, it hurts."

"It's supposed to hurt."

And he continued in spite of her verbal and physical protests. No spanking he'd ever given had stung the way this one did. She couldn't believe a hand could leave her bottom burning so quickly. And still he kept up the measured pace, making sure she felt the full effect of each one before delivering another. A few times he hit the same spot in succession, causing her to squeal and jump. She lost count after a while and just hoped each one would be the last.....but it wasn't.

"Please....Paul....I'm sorry.....Please....stop......Please!!!"

But still he continued.....smack after resound smack. Then he stopped for just a moment and she thought he would let her up......but instead he moved her forward and put his right leg across the back of hers, scissoring them between his legs and her bottom was high over his left thigh so that the area he wanted to feel the effect of his hand the most was an easy target.

Kate was unprepared when his hand met her tender bottom with rapid fire smacks as he railed at her, "You invaded my privacy with that characterization. We'd always assured each other of the utmost discretion. You violated my trust when you wrote that story." He was spanking her so fast and so hard that she couldn't recover from one before another came down. Her bottom felt like it was on fire. She screamed and cried, begging him to stop. Tears were flowing freely down her cheeks before he finally stopped and let her up.

Instantly her hands went to her bottom and she rubbed furiously. Never had she imagined a spanking could sting so intensely.

"Go to your bedroom and get your hairbrush, Kate."

"No!" she wailed, 'please!"

"Now!"

She gave him a pleading look, but when he remained adamant, she went....afraid it would only be worse if she didn't. A few minutes later she came back with the brush that he had brought her almost two years ago......that he had only 'teased' her with in the past. He put out his hand and she gave it to him.

"Please, Paul. Please," she cried, 'No more....I'm so sore."

Her look was almost is undoing. But he couldn't stop now. He had to finish what he'd started. He needed to make a serious, long-lasting impression.......so she'd remember it.

"Back over my knee."

"Paul, please," she cried, "I've learned my lesson. I'll never.....ever......"

He took her arm and guided her back across his lap again.

"This was a serious offense, Kate. I'm going to give you twelve strokes with the hairbrush......twelve very hard strokes and I want you to think of what you did to deserve it with each one; and I want you to keep it in your memory for future reference."

"I'm already sorry. You don't have to do this."

"You just concentrate on each and every one."

And he smacked her right cheek very soundly......the sting intensifying even more after the initial contact.

Kate didn't think she could stand it......she didn't think her bottom could be any more sore than it already was.....but she was wrong. By the time he reached six, she was crying like a baby -- begging him to stop; but he delivered every last stroke before he allowed her up. He let her up then said, "Now, I want you to go stand in the corner and think about what you did and what just happened as a result.

"Paul...."

"Go," he said firmly.

That was another of those things she'd said she never again do. And yet here she was, wiping tears from her eyes after receiving the spanking of her life and walking to the corner to do as he said.......knowing she couldn't take even one more spank for defiance. Slowly, very slowing she made her way there.

"Raise your skirts, Kate. I want to see that naughty red bottom."

She hated doing it, but she did it.......knowing she'd do anything he told her to do right now......anything to avoid another spanking. She felt so silly, so childish standing there.....a grown woman with her panties down at her knees and her bottom freshly spanked like a naughty girl. And to top it all off, she knew she'd deserved it. She had no right to do what she'd done.....even though she couldn't seem to help herself at the time. She had violated his trust.

She had no idea how much time had passed before he said, "Come over here, Kate."

He was sitting on the sofa now and she walked over to him. "Raise your skirts and lay across my lap."

"Paul......no......I mean, please.....No more.....please. I can't take anymore."

"Do as I say."

Kate did as he said, but instead of feeling the sting of his hand or the hairbrush, she felt a coolness and she jerked a little in surprise.

"It's just lotion. It'll cool the warmth and sting a little for a few minutes," And 'that' it did.

When he finished the slow, lingering process, his fingers slipped between her cheeks and he knew her secret. "Sit on my lap, Kate."

"It's a little hard to sit anywhere right now." But she eased herself onto his lap and he held her very close.

"I'm sorry, Paul. Really sorry. I should have realized the full implications of what I was doing......but I wasn't thinking with my head. I didn't mean to break a trust."

"I believe you. It's forgiven and forgotten."

"Well, I'm not likely to forget," she protested.

"And that's just as it was meant to be." He put a knuckle under her chin and raised her face to make her look at him. "I love you, Kate. I've never loved or cared for anyone the way I do you."

"Oh, Paul," she said with renewed tears in her eyes, "All my life I've wanted to feel about someone the way I do about you."

"In spite of that very hard spanking you just got."

"In spite of.....because of.....whatever you want....."

"You understand that it could and probably will happen again....given your temperament."

"I know someday I'll be sorry I said this, but......I wouldn't have it any other way."

The End

Thursday, May 5, 2011

A Red Polka Dot Girdle

Regular reader Tex sent this picture. I told him that I was not sure that I would really like to see it on Bacall. But, it is eye catching, is it not? I suspect I could find her in the dark. And lots of bull eyes to paddle.
If you have had your second cup of Joe, visualize this girdle worn with the zebra stocking that I posted last week.
  lingerie girdle red polka dots

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

The Novelist – Part 1

Before the web, much of spanking was in stories and chats. Now with wonderful world of web color, there is less writing. I suppose stories have the most appeal when you are ready for one. This is one of those spanked to her needs stories.

This was written by Kate

Kate Bradfield sat at her desk pondering the letter she was about to write. Was she nuts?! Had common sense left her one night while sleeping. Surely no normal, intelligent, independent, successful woman of 38 should be contemplating such an absurd idea. Yet, here she was at her computer.....grasping for the right words to begin.

Kate was a very successful writer. Though only four years since her first novel, she had rapidly become a best-selling author. Her quick wit and imagination, combined with her ability to make her characters virtually come alive on the pages for readers had quickly put her releases on the 'must have' list of most romance readers. She reveled in it. How many other people could spend the day basking in fantasy and imagination and get paid good money for it. True, there were those bleak periods when no words seemed to come; but, overall, it was like a dream come true.

Seven years ago she had divorced her husband of eight years and had no idea what she was going to do in order to survive.....the job she held as manager of a bookstore was simply not nearly enough to allow her to live as comfortably as she liked. She'd always loved writing.....and to make some extra money, had submitted a couple of short stories to magazines. When they were accepted and published, it put a spark in her life that she hadn't felt in years. It was then that she decided to fulfill her dream and become a writer, full-time. She had never expected such instant success. She just wrote about a period of time that had intrigued her forever....the Old West.

Kate was very particular about her writings. She wanted to experience, first-hand, what she wrote about whenever possible. Besides extensive reading and research, she had lived on a ranch for six months in order to get a feel for it. She painstakingly tried to do everything from riding to shooting to cooking for a whole crew. And when she left, she felt she had a much better appreciation of how it might have been back then and could, consequently, write with a little more personal knowledge. And so it had been with most of the things she wrote about. She took pride in writing from a personal level, even if it was limited.

And now she sat at her desk, gazing into space....wishing the words would just magically appear on the screen of their own volition.....just how the hell did someone go about asking for a spanking, of all things!! For as long as he could remember, she'd had fantasies about spanking and had always managed to include at least one spanking scene in each of her novels. But fantasizing about them and actually seeking someone out to give her one, were two entirely different things

Several months ago, she had come across an ad in a book review magazine that caught her eye. It caught her eye because it was a publishing company that sold 'spanking' stories. She wrote for a catalog and found, much to her surprise, that there were many, many people who shared this unique fantasy with her. She wrote to the editor and they had talked on the phone several times. She explained her purpose as being a 'research project' and he had laughed and said, "I'm sure you can find many eager volunteers to help you in this project!"

In spite of the excitement that filled her at the very idea, she was apprehensive and put off doing anything about it until this editor had called again recently to give her the name of a gentleman he personally considered very discreet and safe. She knew she couldn't put it off any longer. She tried to tell herself it was pure research.....how could she fully describe something she'd never experienced.....but she knew, deep down, that she was doing it also to fulfill a need on a much deeper level that had nothing to do with writing or research.

And now the mistress of words was suddenly drawing a blank. In the end, she just put her fingers on the keyboard and hoped they'd do their magic with little help from her. She did manage to compose a brief letter, stating her purpose as pure research and that she was very serious about it. She addressed the envelope to a man named Paul and quickly mailed it before she lost her nerve.

For a whole week, she second-guessed her decision and at the end of the week, she actually started to relax. He probably wouldn't write back, so there was no reason to worry about it. But, within a couple more days, an envelope with the name "Paul" in the upper right-hand corner sat starring at her from her desk.

She took a deep breath, then sat down and opened the envelope. She was surprised to see a neatly typed letter of several pages. She sat back in the chair and read......captivated by the message it held. It seemed Paul was not only understanding, he was very intuitive. He had read between her lines and, in a very gentle way, let her know he understood exactly how she felt. He related his own early experience in self-realization and said he was most certainly interested in corresponding and hopefully talking with her on the phone when she felt comfortable with it.

When she had read the last word, Kate put the letter down and took a deep breath again....her heart was racing. How could he have known so much about her from the few lines she had written? She stared blankly into space for a few minutes then picked the letter up and read it again. The man knew more about her than she knew about herself....it made her feel a little frightened, but at the same time, she felt a strange kinship with this man. Putting the letter aside, she turned to her computer and before long her fingers were again moving furiously over the keyboard replying to his letter. She let him know that he was a very perceptive man about her own feelings, but that this was, after all, still being done as a research project.

Within a month's time, she had written and received four letters. She found she looked forward to his letters and was becoming quite fond of him, in spite of the fact the she'd never laid eyes on him. He was a very intelligent, witty and understanding gentleman; and she found it quite comfortable to share some very innermost thoughts with him. In her fourth letter, she sent her phone number and a few nights later, he called. They spoke for only a short time, but she found him as easy to converse with as it had been to write to him.

Her publishers were hounding her for something, but she kept putting them off saying she had a block; but she'd try to have something to them soon. How could she write when she was so obsessed with this at the moment? Paul called three more times before they finally agreed to meet for dinner only....nothing more. If they felt comfortable with that, they would move onto the next phase.

They had never exchanged pictures, but Kate knew that he was 50 years old, 6'3" tall, 220 pounds, with dark brown (some gray) hair and blue-green eyes. He was a full partner of a well-known law firm, so discretion was as important to him as it was to her.

On Thursday night they met and had a very private, quiet dinner in a corner of a rather exclusive restaurant he had chosen. In this private atmosphere, they felt free to discuss the interest which had brought them together. Paul was every inch a handsome, distinguished gentleman and Kate found herself instantly warming to him. He was intelligent, articulate, a little arrogant and very charming. He was a man very sure of himself and at the same time considerate, sensitive and gracious. She knew they were there for a particular purpose and yet she found herself very sensually aroused in his presence. She felt feminine, sexy and even a little flirtatious....something she rarely succumbed to.

Paul was interesting to listen to and he had a wonderful sense of humor. He told her he'd always had a passion for spanking and enjoyed all types -- erotic, playful and disciplinary. When she questioned him on the disciplinary, he told her that he considered that kind of spanking to be as punishment for a very real offense.

"You mean like the kind I'm interested in experiencing for my research?" "Yes and no," he answered. "It's not the same because what you suggest is made-up misbehavior; you have not really committed the offense. So, it's a pretend sort of circumstances and we'll just be role-playing. Oh, I promise you, I can play the role and will give you a spanking you'll remember; but it's not quite the same. If I gave you a true disciplinary spanking for some real wrong-doing, it most likely wouldn't be something you'd want to experience again in the near future. You would find it most uncomfortable and thus be unlikely to repeat the offense.....at least anytime soon. His words caused a reaction in the pit of her stomach that spread throughout her being. They were a turn-on, pure and simple, and she felt compelled to keep it going, "You can't really be serious! It's one thing to play with.....but, to seriously consider spanking a grown woman for what you consider to be unacceptable behavior seems a little archaic, not to mention ridiculous."

"On the contrary, I think it's healthy and constructive," he said quite seriously.

"Please elaborate," she laughed in an attempt to cover her total intrigue, "I'm all ears."

"First of all, I hope you understand that I don't go around spanking every woman who makes a mistake around me. I am talking about something that would happen in the realm of a very special relationship; and it would be with someone who obviously shared my passion for spanking. In such a relationship, there would be plenty of playful and erotic spankings, but there would also be times when a spanking was given purely as punishment and there would be no doubt about its effectiveness. All too often, relationships end because one partner doesn't know how to take charge when necessary. I personally feel it's the male responsibility -- but others differ -- and that's fine -- to each his own. Too often arguments and vicious fights arise that leave both parties angry, bitter, emotionally frustrated and guilt ridden. Angry, hurtful words are not easily forgotten or forgiven."

"Very true," Kate interjected, "I know this from personal experience; but I don't know how you think a spanking......."

"You have to understand this is a very special kind of relationship. First of all both parties must be very secure in the relationship. They must 'know', without a doubt, that caring, love, respect and understanding are there. And if that security is there, guidelines can be drawn up and agreed upon as a part of this relationship. You may think the man is given a lot of power; but you also need to understand that the woman would be secure in the knowledge that he cherished her above all else. It is a very intense relationship. In such a partnership, violent arguments simply would not occur. In such an arrangement, if my wife or intimate girlfriend did something thoughtless, was acting bitchy or did something potentially harmful to herself, me or the relationship, I would not hesitate to promptly turn her across my knee. And I guarantee I would very soundly and effectively paddle her backside till she couldn't sit comfortably for a long time. I can pretty well guarantee that she'd think twice about ever repeating the offense.....knowing a repeat would only invite a longer and harder spanking the next time."

"And you think that would solve the problem....pray tell, how?" Kate asked, definitely intrigued, but doubtful.

"Instead of the arguments and angry, hurtful words, she'd receive just and due punishment for her misdeed or behavior. I don't get angry....or not unreasonably so....I just spank. She doesn't have to defend the angry accusations; and later they don't have to regret words said in anger; and she no longer needs to feel guilty for what she knows in her heart was wrong. Guilt does a real number on people and must somehow be dealt with. Spanking can actually have a very cathartic effect; thus, I think, it is healthy and constructive to a good relationship.....not to mention the individual. Oh, she'll nurse a very sore bottom for a while; but she'll also remember it next time a similar circumstance arises. That's not to say she'd always agree 100% with my decision at the time; but, deep down, she'd acknowledge the offense and justification of the punishment. When the punishment is finished, the offense is forgiven and forgotten and not used as leverage for manipulative techniques in the future."

"Well, I must admit, it's an interesting concept and one you've obviously given considerable thought to; but I'm not quite sure how realistic it is." Paul smiled and said, "It's as realistic and effective as the two make it....though I believe the bigger portion lies with me."

Their main course arrived then and conversation slowed down while they gave it their attention. As they sat sipping coffee later, Paul said, "I must tell you, Kate, I have thoroughly enjoyed your company tonight.....even more than your letters and our phone conversations."

"Thank you, Paul, I feel the same way. And, if you are still interested, I'd like to move along with this."

"I assure you," he said with a devastating smile, "I am most interested. Now tell me the background for this little scenario you want to do. I assume from what you've said that you want to re-enact a scene from one of your books?"

"Well, actually it's one in the works. But, you know we don't really have to do the scene if you don't want. It's the spanking, itself, that I need to experience.

"Well, tell me a little about this scene and we'll see if it'll work, " he said with interest.

Kate started, "The main character is Jessie. Her mother and father were divorced when she was twelve and she went back East to live with her mother until she died when Jessie was eighteen. She always loved her father and his ranch; and she goes back to live with him after her mother's death. Her father is thrilled to have her back; but he, too, is not in good health. Jessie is very much a natural on the ranch....even before she left, she was very knowledgeable with its workings; so, it doesn't take her long to get back into the swing of things. The ranch foreman isn't quite sure a young woman should do all the things Jessie does. While he admires her ability and spunk, he believes she has never been made to follow rules or known any true discipline. Jessie is attracted to him in spite of his arrogance and assertiveness; but she fights it. In fact she fights with him most of the time. She feels that because she is her father's daughter, she should have the right to run the ranch as she sees fit; but her father has let her knew that he respects Cliff's opinions and advice. Jessie has a hard time with this from the beginning; but is devastated when her father passes away and the will is read -- stating that the ranch is left to her but with the stipulation that Cliff is kept on as foreman for at least two years and during that time, he would have the authority to make the final decision on all matters. After two-years time, Jessie would have the option of buying him out. Jessie's father and Cliff had become very close; and Cliff had been a big help to him in the last few years; he wanted to repay him in some way for his loyalty and friendship. In the last few weeks, there had been some trouble brewing because of a water-rights issue. Cliff told Jessie that he did not want her leaving the ranch alone until this issue was resolved. In the meantime, she was to take someone along with her at all times. Jessie, of course, rebelled against this; and when she comes home from town one day, Cliff is waiting for her at the house. He has decided to give her the spanking he threatened her with if she defied him on this. And that's basically where we would pick it up at." Kate finished a little out of breath.

"I like it; it's perfect. I'm sure I can make myself into a fairly convincing Cliff. I'm not so sure, though, that you can be such a spoiled brat."

It was Kate's turn to smile, "You don't know me as well as you think! I'm not an actress, but I don't think I'll have any trouble with Jessie -- she is, after all, the product of my imagination."

Paul took on a more serious look then and said, "Now I want to make sure that you know what you're asking for. You say you want a 'real' spanking......you know that I'll start out over your clothes, but it will end on your bare bottom, right? And you know that you will have a sore, stinging behind when I'm finished?"

Kate flushed, but said, "Yes, I know. I need to know what it's really like from an emotional as well as a physical aspect. I assume you know a lot more about this than I do; so I will trust your judgment as to what is hard enough or long enough."

"I appreciate your trust and will try to live up to it," Paul said, "but because it is our first time together, I will insist that you have a 'safe' word for total security.....and you are not to be hesitant or too afraid to use it if necessary."

"I planned to ask you about that. Don't worry, I will have one. Dan put me in contact with another woman and she warned me that I may get pretty red and bruise rather easily because it is the first time. When I explained what this was all about, she did tell me it was important to let you know that you are not to give either of those two things overdue consideration. She also told me that she has met with you before and you are very good at telling by reactions when enough is enough. Janie said to say 'Hi'; and she also said you were a real gentleman......but that you were also arrogant and demanding," this last she said with a twinkle in her eyes.

Paul laughed, "Janie is a 'brat' in the true sense of the word and needs her bottom warmed on a regular basis. If you talk to her in the near future, you can tell her I said that she'd be wise not to add more fuel to the fire. She did something a few weeks ago that she has yet to be held accountable for; but I do plan to see that she pays the price. Seriously, though, she's a fine woman and you're smart to go to someone like her for advice." They finished with another cup of coffee and some light conversation, then agreed on a meeting for the following Thursday.

Thursday afternoon Kate showered and took extra care getting herself ready. She put her robe on and sat down in front of her vanity. "How the hell does one get ready for a spanking?" she asked the image in the mirror nervously. She'd given her dress some thought and decided on a simple, flowered one that came to mid-calf. She couldn't really dress like the girl in her story, but she could improvise a little. Because it was summertime, she chose not to wear nylons or panty hose (they'd be too warm anyways) and instead of panties, she decided on a pair of pettipants to give the effect of the bloomers that girls wore in those days. In addition, she wore a longer slip as a petticoat under her dress. Later when she looked in the mirror again, she could --- with a little effort --- picture a younger girl in an earlier time; and she was rather pleased with the results......and she hoped Paul would be, too.

By the time she was ready to leave, she was very apprehensive. "Am I nuts!!" she asked herself again. Here she was getting all dressed up to meet a man for a spanking, for God's sake. For a whole week it was all she could think about. Could she really go through with it? Could she allow Paul to actually bare her bottom? No, she couldn't think about that part now....she couldn't, or she'd back out for sure. Allowing a perfect stranger.....well, not a 'total' stranger -- they done a lot of writing and talking.....but still.....she was a 'very' conservative woman.....only her husband and her doctor had ever seen her bottom bare.......

They met at the same restaurant for dinner. Kate nervously ordered just a grilled chicken salad. She knew she'd have a hard time even eating that. He asked if she'd like a glass of wine to take the edge off and she gratefully accepted his offer.

As they sat drinking the wine before their dinner came, Kate kept glancing at his hands. They were large hands and she became almost mesmerized by them as she thought of the contact his right hand would have with a very intimate part of her anatomy in a short time. They were very masculine hands, yet well manicured. They were tanned from the sun and the backs had a fine coating of hair that all seemed to lay so perfectly as if it had been combed into place. At one point he reached over with one of those perfect hands and squeezed hers, "You'll be fine -- I promise. It's natural to be nervous the first time."

She flushed a little, but smiled in gratitude at his perceptiveness, "It's that apparent, huh?"

"A little," he said with a smile.

God, did he have to be so damn good-looking -- so masculine -- so nice. Would she die of embarrassment when he......no she couldn't think about that anymore.....

By the time dinner was over, he had managed in his very charming way to have her feeling a little more at ease. After a final cup of coffee, they left and drove to his house. He had told her that he thought it would be more private than a hotel or motel room and she had readily agree and appreciated his discretion.

Once inside, she excused herself and went to the bathroom to freshen up and try to pull herself together. She was very nervous and second-guessing this whole thing. No, she couldn't, wouldn't back out now. She couldn't do that to Paul and, in truth, couldn't do it to herself.....at some point she was going to have to confront this; and there was no time like the present. She took several deep breaths then walked out and joined him in the den. Paul had done a quick change job -- and now stood before her in a pair of jeans, boots and a long sleeve plaid shirt. As soon as she entered, he said, "Where the hell have you been?" She was taken back for just a moment at the sudden sternness of his voice, then realized he was already getting into the role. Mentally she blessed him for not keep her in anticipation any longer.

"I was in town," she answer simply.

"Didn't I tell you to take one of the men with you whenever you left the ranch?" he "I didn't think it was necessary. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself," she said with arrogance.

"I told you that until this water rights issue was settled, you weren't to go anywhere without an escort, " he reiterated emphatically. She straightened her back to add to her height and glared at him with her hands on her hips, "You listen here, Cliff Morgan, I won't have you or anyone else telling me what I can or cannot do. I'm the boss around here -- I'm the one who gives the orders."

Paul gave her a hard, even look then started rolling up the sleeve of his shirt.

"What are you doing," she asked, a little wary of the deliberateness of the action.

"Exactly what I told you I'd do if you pulled a stunt like that."

Kate's' eyes opened wide, "What are you talking about?"

He was rolling up the second sleeve now, "I'm talking about the good, sound spanking I promised you if you defied me on this."

"No!" she gasped, backing up. "You touch me and I'll have you arrested." He started towards her. "You're fired -- get out of here!"

"You can't fire me, remember. I'm here for two years whether you like it or not; it's part of the will. Whether its to your liking or not, I make the final decision on everything.....and that includes putting you across my knee and giving your backside a damn good paddling when you need it." "It includes no such thing, "she spat at him, backing up when he got closer. "No don't you dare," but she ended it in a shriek as he literally picked her up around the waist and held her under his arm. She hit and kicked and squirmed trying to get free; but Cliff carried her all too easily to a chair. He picked up the straight-backed chair and set it down in the middle of the floor then sat down and brought her face-down across his knees in one fluid motion.

Kate exercised regularly to keep in shape and considered herself to be a fairly strong woman, but she was no match for Paul. No sooner did she feel the firm thighs beneath her stomach than his large hand came to rest on her behind. For years she had dreamed of being here in this same position while a strong, determined man taught her the error of her ways in this time-honored fashion. In her stories, it had always seem to confirm the hero's masculinity while at the same time affirming the heroine's vulnerability and femininity. She had no idea how her readers' interpreted such a scene, but in her mind, as she wrote, it was pure, hot sexuality. For her it was as erotic as any lovemaking scene she'd ever written. He left her that way for just a moment with his hand resting on her bottom, as if he somehow sensed she needed this time to captivate the moment before moving on. And when she had done this, she began pounding his legs with her fists, yelling, "No you can't do this to me!"

"It's about time someone did," he said, tightening his grip on her waist. And then without further preamble, he brought his hand down across her rounded bottom in a resounding smack. The action jarring her back to reality. Again his hand came down, this time on the other side.....then across the center. One side and then the other, back and forth across her bottom. So this was what it was like to be spanked......while it was certainly an indignity, it wasn't causing her any real stress. She yelled 'ow' and 'ouch'.....not because she was in pain, but because she thought it was what she should do. She kicked her feet and pounded at his legs with her fists. "Stop it", she screamed. "Put me down this instant!" He smacker her harder when she yelled and this only cause her to scream louder. "God damn you, put me down; you son of a bitch!" As if on cue, she felt his fingers at her calves and then cool air as her dress and slip were whisked up to her waist. "No!" she squealed in protest. And then let out an earnest "OW!" as his hand met her barely covered bottom with a stinging smack.

"Ouch, That hurts! Damn You! Let me go! " SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! "Swear at me again, and you'll find out how much it can really hurt."

"You have no right OW! to do this to me OW! I'm not a child!" she screamed. Her bottom was beginning to feel very warm and there was a real sting to his slaps now.

"Nobody but an irresponsible child would go off on their own like you did. If you want to act like a child, that's just how I'll treat you. It's about time someone spanked some sense into you."

"Go to hell, you bastard!" she yelled. "I'll kill you for this." Her voice went up a notch as she felt his fingers at the waistband of her pettipants.

"No!" she squealed loudly. "Don't you dare!" And she renewed her struggles and kicked to prevent him from baring her bottom. But Paul was not deterred from his purpose and her silky underwear was soon at her knees and Kate suddenly knew just how vulnerable and embarrassing it was to be bare-bottomed over a strong, determined man's knee. Her face felt flushed and she wondered if it was as pink as her behind must surely be by now. She became even more embarrassed as she realized the picture she must be presenting to him at the moment.

Paul was far from embarrassed. He took a moment to take in the sight of her bare rosy bottom and he wondered briefly what her thoughts were at the moment. Because it was her first time, he'd wanted to make sure he had given her a long warm-up before he started the real spanking. And by this time he had a feeling that she had a fairly high tolerance. All she'd given him so far was a lot of sass and pure defiance. She'd said she 'needed' to experience a real spanking and he was not about to disappoint her. She'd been very explicit in letters about this need to experience the real thing for research.....and he 'had' made sure she had a safe word. Well, it was time for this sassy, defiant young lady to reap her just rewards.

Kate thought she'd been prepared -- should have been -- but somehow wasn't when his hand met her bare flesh. "OW!" she cried in earnest. "OW! again as he spanked her more quickly now. WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! Briskly and efficiently, his firm hand went about the task. "OW! OUCH!" "Stop it!" she screamed. Her bottom quickly went from warm to hot and in pure defensive instinct her hand reached back in an effort to protect her battered behind....but before it reached it's target, Paul caught her wrist and held it at her side.

"No!" she yelled as she squirmed and kicked trying somehow to avoid the punishment his hand was inflicting on her poor bottom. "No! Stop!. Damn you! Stop" she screamed as she kicked wildly with frustration. Paul put his right leg across the back of her legs, pinning them to quell their kicking and in doing so she slipped a little more across his knee, giving him even better access to the area he wanted to be most affected by the chastisement......the lower part of her cheeks that would feel the afterglow and sting whenever she sat down for a while.. Blood rushed to Kate's head as it came closer to the floor; but she hardly noticed it as the spanking continued in a rapid fire sequence on her already sore behind.

"OW! Stop! Please!" she cried still wriggling and trying to avoid his hand and still finding it impossible.

"Please," she cried, earnestly. "OW!. Please. It hurts."

"Spankings are supposed to hurt," he said. "When it starts to really hurt -- when you don't think you can possibly stand anymore, that's when they do the most good." And still he continued.

Her bottom felt like it was on fire. Surely, he must be ready to stop. "Oh, Please, Stop!. I'm sorry, Please. I'm really sorry," she begged as tears began to form on her eyelids.

Finally he stopped for a moment, but kept her there, "Are you going to behave yourself?"

"Yes!"

"You gonna stop swearing at me?"

"Yes!"

"Are you going to do as you're told from now on!"

She took a moment too long to answer and he gave her two more hard smacks. 'Yes," she squealed, "I promise. Just please don't spank me anymore." She thought he was going to let her up, but when she moved, he put a hand on her back and said, "Remember ..... any sass or defiance and you're going to be right back across my knee again. You understand that?"

"Yes."

And then he helped her to her feet and gave her a nudge, saying, "Now you can get yourself over to that corner over there and think about what just happened."

Kate whirled around, "I'm not standing in any ......."

Paul didn't wait for more, he pulled her right down across his knee again. "No! Okay I'll do it!" "Oh, I know you will; but first I'm going to give you a little something for your defiance -- just like I told you I would."

"No, please I'm sorry. I won't ever do it again," she cried. At this point, she did not want to be spanked anymore. She'd had enough! Her pants still at her knees, he only had to raise her skirts up to have easy access to her bottom. He put an arm around her waist and sort of tucked her around his side, then gave her six hard, stinging smacks......bringing forth the tears that previously just clung to her lids.

Standing her back up, he gave her another nudge. "Over to that corner, young lady; and pull your skirts up when you get there." Kate was embarrassed beyond belief. They had not discussed this. She did not like the idea of standing in a corner with her bare bottom on display one bit.....but she didn't dare defy him again either.....she didn't think her bottom could take anymore spanking.

Sniffling, rubbing the tears from her eyes with one hand, while holding up her dress and slip with the other, her brand new silky pettipants down around her knees, her red, freshly spanked bottom bared and on display, Kate felt more like 8 than 38. Her bottom stung and she was embarrassed to death to be meekly standing there in the corner; but at the same time she'd never felt more alive in her whole life. And she could hardly wait to get home to write down the mixed, contradictory emotions that had run through her this last hour or so. But first, she wanted to thank the man who made it all possible......that wonderful, charming, arrogant, demanding, hard-handed devil of a man......if he ever let her out of this damned corner!! Was that noise from outside or did he actually have the nerve to be chuckling at her predicament? Well, just wait til her bottom wasn't quite so tender, then she'd give him a piece of her mind!!!

To be continued

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Girls Have More Fun


And we were not invited
bottoms everyone loves them
Just your normal adolescent pool party.
random-inspection
I don’t know what this is all about, but I sure would like to join them!