Foolishness since 2007

Foolishness since 2007
Foolishness since 2007

Friday, October 9, 2015

A Little Birthday Story

Another from the vault by DME. This one is different from the previous ones.

Her office was a mix of control and chaos. Texts and journals bookmarked
and stacked, medical equipment boxed by the door, but her desk was neat and
businesslike. The secretary reminded her of her nine o'clock appointment and
then left to pick up office supplies and run errands. Elise consulted her
appointment book and smiled a secret smile of pleasure.  She cleared away a
few things and invited her guest to take a seat by her desk.

He was nervous, but concealed it well. "So, why are you here?" she
queried. "I believe you know why"  he said, trying to seem stern. "Of course
I do, but I enjoy hearing you tell me."   She stood close to his chair,  and
looked down at him, smirking.  "It's my birthday."    "And..." she prompted. 

"And, I am to be paddled." She sat back down at her desk, making sure he
got a glimpse of her tall heels and short skirt. She looked at him, smiling a
devilish smile and slowly opened her drawer. She studied the contents of the
drawer for a long moment and pulled out a  black paddle and caressed it.

"Yes, that's right. And you know what?  I've been waiting for this day for a
long time. Can you even begin to imagine how much pleasure it will give me to
see you brace yourself for the next blow? To see your ass turn red as fire??"

She stepped near him again and stroked his cheek. Then she gave him a deep
long kiss, reminding him why he would thrill to submit to her.

She handed him the paddle and then excused herself. He could hear her at
the desk out front, making calls, arranging the rest of her week. The paddle
felt heavy in his hands. He feared it. How different this was. Before, he was
the one feeling masterful, in control, powerful. Today he felt unsure, giddy,
excited. What would happen?  How severe would she be?  He knew she would show
no mercy. He knew she would take him far down a dark path. Would he be able
to let go and fall into the abyss of submission?  Of complete pleasure and

She returned and took the paddle from him. "I want you to kneel in this
chair, now. "  This was unexpected; he had assumed she would bend him across
her desk. He felt off balance, confused. But he assumed the awkward position.
His ass jutted out, unprotected, vulnerable. She stood beside him and patted
him with the paddle. "So what do you think? Are you ready for me to
paddle your ass? "  He hesitated and she struck him hard. "I SAID, are you
ready for me to paddle your ass?"  "Yes, I'm ready!"  He said quickly,
almost a whisper.  Still patting the now fiery spot, she hissed,  "You'll say
YES Mistress when I talk to you." Another hard blow of the paddle took his
breath away. "Yes, Mistress."  He was already feeling an edge of panic. How
could he maintain control, not be reduced to begging, if the pain was already

She laughed, " We're just getting started. When I'm through with you,
you'll KNOW your Mistress loves you. Isn't that right?"  Another flurry of
hard strokes fell. He gripped the back of the chair, but couldn't suppress
the gasps of pain. She continued to paddle him, slowly and deliberately. Each
stroke broke down his defenses at bit until he was soon moaning unashamedly
with each stroke of the paddle. Her power over him was intoxicating, and his
body responded.

"Stand up.  Are you enjoying your birthday paddling?"   He
straightened up and turned to face her. She noticed the large bulge in his
pants and smirked. "Oh yes, I believe you are enjoying yourself just fine. 
What's this?"  she demanded.  He turned red and felt a huge wave of
uncontrollable shame. "Take your pants down. I want to see this big cock."  
He was burning now with humiliation but obeyed her. She stroked his cock and
squeezed him until he was rock hard. He reached to touch himself, but she
commanded him to put his hands behind his back. She patted his thighs with
the paddle and continued to stare. He died a thousand deaths as he waited for
her next instructions. 

"Now I want you to put your hands on my desk and bend over. Spread those
feet apart."  Pants around his ankles he obeyed her. She reached between his
legs and handled his balls and pressed his asshole. "You're mine, to do with
as I please. Do you understand that?"   "Yes Mistress" he answered hoarsely.
She began to paddle him again, harder, until the last time he straightened
and looked back at her. "What is it?"   "I don't know if I can take any
more."   "Yes, you will. In fact, I want you to assume the position and ASK
for it. NOW."  He closed his eyes. He could either stop this madness and
leave, or shed his last remnant of control and submit to her completely. A
wave of a thousand colors swept over him as he bowed his head and resumed his
punishment position. "Yes, Mistress. Paddle me. Discipline me. Use me for
your pleasure. I submit to you."

The burst of pain was sweet this time. He knew he would take whatever she
gave him. His cock was hard and he felt her hand on him stroking, pulling,
even as she paddled him harder. The tension of his struggle to remain in
position, the exquisite pleasure of her hands, and the excitement of the
paddle all caused him to come in a blinding surge of release. He sagged to
his knees, overcome by the power of the experience.  She let him rest a
moment, her breath ragged too. Then she knelt beside him, and lovingly ran
her hands over him and held him close while he came back to earth. "I love
you."  "Yes, Mistress".       


Her dommy side came out in this one. Hope you enjoyed it and have great weekend.


  1. Oh, yes, very much enjoyed the intensity of it; of giving into her will, submitting completely; her dominance; the paddle; imagining the sound of it and the fire it set off. And wishing to be in his place.

  2. Wow what a story. thanks for sharing. I've just had a birthday paddle for my Bears birthday. so know how it feels. OUCH!
    Hugs Lindy


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