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Views: 62 · Added: 18 days ago

Schade, dachte Charlotte, während sie es sich auf ihrer Couch mit einem Glas Wein gemütlich machte. Insgeheim hatte sie darauf gehofft, dass er sie nach ihrer Nummer fragen würde. Sie war zwar kein Supermodel, aber auch ihr wurden anerkennende Blicke hinterher geworfen. Mit 1,72 war sie durchschnittlich groß, hatte jedoch eine sehr schlanke und sportliche Figur. Insbesondere für ihre langen Beine und den runden Apfelpo bekam sie immer wieder Komplimente. Aber wahrscheinlich hatte sie ihn mit ihrem selbstbewussten Auftreten doch etwas überfahren. Das war etwas, dass ihr immer wieder auffiel, dass ihr straigthes Auftreten im Business zwar ankam, privat die Männerwelt hingehen jedoch etwas abzuschrecken schien.
Dabei war sie, wenn man sie besser kannte, gar nicht dieser toughe Typ Frau, für den sie alle im ersten Augenblick hielten. Vielmehr war dies ihre Art, ihre eigene Unsicherheit zu überspielen. Da sie niemand an ihrer Seite hatte, der für sie stark sein und an den sie sich anlehnen konnte, musste sie es wohl oder übel selber sein.
Sie trank den letzten Schluck Wein, ehe sie sich fertig machte und in ihre Bettdecke kuschelte. Charlotte schüttelte noch einmal lachend über sich selbst den Kopf, ehe sie einschlief.

Ein paar Tage waren verstrichen und Charlotte hatte Schwierigkeiten, sich auf ihre Arbeit zu konzentrieren. Der attraktive Unbekannte wollte einfach nicht aus ihrem Kopf verschwinden. Spätestens gegen Abend, wenn sie alleine daheim war, schlich er sich zielsicher in ihre Gedanken. Das Piepsen ihres Handys verriet, dass eine SMS eingegangen war. Charlotte schrieb die e-Mail an der sie grade saß zu Ende und nahm ihr I Phone in die Hand. Mal sehen, was die Mädels für morgen Abend vorschlagen würden. Alle vier Wochen traf sie sich mit ihren drei Freundinnen zu ihrem “Kleeblatt-Abend“, wie sie ihn mal getauft hatten. Die vier waren vor längerer Zeit mal Nachbarinnen gewesen, ehe sie sich räumlich etwas verändert hatten. Teilweise weil Eigentum erworben wurde, oder wie in Charlottes Fall, bedingt durch die Trennung. Seitdem hatten sie leider viel zu wenig Zeit füreinander, aber diesen einen Abend im Monat hielten sich alle frei. Reihum bestimmte eine von ihnen den Treffpunkt. Heute war Sandra an der Reihe. Sie war dafür bekannt, gerne neue Restaurants auszuprobieren und Charlotte war schon gespannt, was sie diesmal aufgetan hatte. Doch die SMS zeigte nicht Sandras Namen, sondern eine ihr unbekannte Nummer an.

Ihr Herz begann wie wild zu schlagen und das Blut rauschte für einen Moment in ihren Ohren. Das konnte nur eines bedeuten: Er hatte ihren Hinweis gefunden. Voller Anspannung drückte sie die Taste, um die SMS zu öffnen und augenblicklich machte sich ein Strahlen auf ihrem Gesicht breit:
Guten Abend, Mrs. Unbekannt. Die Antwort lautet: A), B) und C)! Lieben Gruß, Frédéric Ein Gefühl purer Freude flutete ihren Körper. Sie hatte sich schon damit abgefunden nichts mehr von ihm zu hören, um so größer war die Überraschung, dass er sich nun doch noch meldete.
Frédéric hatte das Magazin daheim erst mal achtlos in die Ecke gelegt. Selbst am Wochenende war er zu beschäftigt gewesen, um darin zu blättern Doch trotz aller Ablenkung ging ihm die interessante Frau aus dem Flieger nur schwer aus dem Kopf. Selbst eine tolle Party am Wochenende, mit vielen attraktiven und interessanten Frauen, konnte das Gefühl in ihm, eine tolle Chance verpasst zu haben, nicht auslöschen. Nun aber hatte er einen Abend Zeit für sich, wollte ihn bei einem kühlen Bier genießen und mal etwas lesen, bei dem er relaxen konnte. Dazu war der Playboy genau richtig. Er blätterte die Seiten durch, betrachtete die wunderschönen Frauenkörper und las interessiert die einzelnen Artikel. Bis er zu Seite 49 kam. Und da stand sie, in geschwungener Handschrift, die alles entscheidende Frage:
Lust auf...
A) Spaziergang?
Oder
B) Museum ?
Oder
C) Abendessen ?
Ihre Antwort senden Sie bitte an: 0162-.......
Er wusste fast nicht, wie ihm geschah. Das gab es doch wohl nicht! Und jetzt wo er es las, fiel es ihm wieder ein. Hatte sie nicht erwähnt, dass der Artikel auf Seite 49 besonders interessant sei!? Dieses gerissene Ding, dachte er und konnte ein verschmitztes Lächeln bei dem Gedanken an ihren ersten Auftritt nicht unterdrücken. Na warte, dachte er bei sich, ab jetzt nehme ich das Ruder in die Hand! Er nahm sein Handy zur Hand und begann zu tippen.
Wow, dachte Charlotte sich, gleich alles auf einmal!?Dafür, dass er am Flughafen so zurückhalten war, ging er nun aber in die Offensive. Nicht, dass sie das nicht mochte, es wunderte sie nur etwas. Nach kurzem Überlegen begann sie zu tippen. müssen. Das ist übrigens keinem Defizit im Lesen geschuldet, wie du vermutet hast, sondern vielmehr auf die Tatsache zurückzuführen, dass die Gedanken, an die interessante Frau, die mir am Flughafen mein Exemplar abgeschwatzt hat, mich nicht auf das Lesen haben konzentrieren lassen.
Sie schmunzelte noch, als die nächste SMS bereits einging:
Und ja, Charlotte, ich nehme A-C, wenn dir das nicht gefällt, dein Problem, denn ab jetzt mache ich die Regeln. Du hättest einfach nicht so viel zur Auswahl stellen sollen. Wie klingt Samstag 16Uhr? Treffpunkt an der kleinen Brücke im Medienhafen auf der Stadtinnenseite?
Mh, ein Zucken machte sich um ihre Mundwinkel breit. Hatte ihr erster Eindruck, dass er ein dominanter Typ war, sie doch nicht getäuscht. Das Bestechende in seinen Augen fiel ihr wieder ein und sofort breitete sich ein kribbeliges Gefühl in ihr aus. Er war sicherlich jemand, der genau wusste, was er wollte und es mit höchster Wahrscheinlichkeit auch immer bekam und irgendwas an dem Gedanken daran gefiel ihr.
Samstag war zwar schon übermorgen, aber sie hatte ohnehin noch keine Pläne für das Wochenende gehabt, außer den üblichen Wohnungsputz und ihrem allwöchentlichen Besuch auf dem Markt. Da kam ihr diese spontane Einladung grade recht.
Abgemacht, Frédéric. Ich freue mich. ***Charlotte
Perfekt, Sie hatte zugesagt. Zufrieden schmunzelte er über die knappe Antwort.
Und ich bin neugierig, die Frau näher kennenzulernen, die fremde Männer nach ihrem Playboy bittet! Bis zum Wochenende! Frédéric

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Views: 59 · Added: 18 days ago

1. Das KennenlernenCharlotte war wirklich kein Freund von eintägigen Businesstrips in die Hauptstadt. Der Flug um 6:20 Uhr verlangte es, dass sie spätestens um 04:15 Uhr aufstand. Das war absolut nicht ihre Zeit, weder zum Aufstehen, noch zum zu Bett gehen; aber manchmal musste es eben sein. Das Meeting war anstrengend gewesen und sie sehnte sich nach nichts mehr, als dass die 19:20 Uhr Maschine diesmal pünktlich war und sie es sich gegen 21:00 Uhr mit einem Glas lieblichen Weins auf ihrer Couch gemütlich machen und den Abend entspannt ausklingen lassen konnte.Der Boardingaufruf kam und sie packte ihr Notebook in die schwarze Lederaktentasche, ehe sie sich hinten in der Schlange der Wartenden einreihte. Der große Mann vor ihr war ihr schon im Wartebereich ins Auge gefallen. Nicht nur, dass er blendend aussah, mit seinen dunklen Haaren und dem symmetrischen Gesicht, mit einem markanten Kinn als I-Tüpfelchen- nein, er roch auch noch wahnsinnig gut, fast zu gut! Und auch sein perfekt sitzender Anzug gefiel Charlotte. Was war das noch gleich für ein Duft ging es ihr durch den Kopf, während sie in ihrer Tasche nach ihrem Blackberry suchte, um die e-Mail mit den Buchungsdaten aufzurufen. Ah ja- Ferragamo! Männlich, selbstbewusst, dominant ja, so würde sie diesen Duft beschreiben und auf die Ausstrahlung des Mannes traf diese Beschreibung erst recht zu. Charlotte wand sich dem Bodenpersonal zu, um einzuchecken. Wie jedes Mal freute sie sich schon auf die Auswahl der Gratiszeitschriften, mit denen sie sich gleich die Flugzeit vertreiben würde. Sonst hatte sie nicht viel für Klatsch und Tratsch über, aber diese Stunde Auszeit kam jetzt grade recht. Es gab nur eine Zeitschrift, die sie noch mehr interessierte, als die bunten Promiblättchen: der Playboy. Nur leider war dieser oftmals vergriffen, bis sie ziemlich zum Schluss einstieg, aber heute konnte sie ihn aus dem Augenwinkel noch liegen sehen und freute sich bereits darauf. Nachdem ihr QR-Code die Flugbuchung bestätigt hatte, ging sie zielstrebig auf die Auslage mit den Zeitschriften zu. Zeitgleich mit Ihrer Hand griff die des attraktiven Mannes, im Vorbeigehen, nach dem Exemplar. Es war das Letzte und er hielt es nun in seinen Händen„Hey Sie, das geht nicht!“ sagte Charlotte etwas entrüstet zu seinem Rücken, ehe sie auch nur einen Moment darüber nachgedacht hatte. Er hielt im Laufen an, drehte sich zu ihr um, sah sie mit seinen bergseefarbenen Augen etwas verwirrt an und fragte höflich: „Entschuldigen Sie, was geht nicht?“ Charlotte legte den Kopf schief und mit einem Nicken in seine Richtung hob sie kokett an: „Na, das! Sie haben mir den letzten Playboy weggeschnappt. Abgesehen von dem Stückchen Schokolade, was mich am Ende des Fluges erwartet, war das mein einziger Lichtblick des Tages. Ich mache Ihnen ein Vorschlag. Ich bekomme ihn während des Fluges und Sie können ihn dafür mit nach Hause nehmen. Deal?“ Lachend warf er den Kopf in den Nacken und entblößte zwischen seinen vollen Lippen zwei Reihen strahlend weißer Zähne, mit denen man locker eine Zahnpastawerbung hätte drehen können „Und ich dachte immer, nur Männer lesen den Playboy!“ erwiderte er gespielt entrüstet.
„Tja, da können Sie mal sehen, wie leicht man sich irren kann. Aber wenn es sie beruhigt, ich lese ihn nur wegen der interessanten Artikel.“, gab sie mit einem Augenzwinkern zurück.
„Was ist nun?“, setzte Charlotte fort, „habe ich das Vergnügen, mich eine Stunde damit zu amüsieren? Ich verspreche auch, ihnen nichts wegzuschauen!“ Wieder lachte er herzlich:
„Welcher Mann könnte eine so charmante Anfrage nur ablehnen?“
Mit diesen Worten ging er einen Schritt auf sie zu und überreichte ihr gestenreich das Magazin, griff nach einer anderen Zeitschrift, drehte sich um, schüttelte noch einmal den Kopf und ging die Gangway hinunter.
Schade nur, dass er heute in Begleitung reiste. Andernfalls hätte er das Gespräch gerne fortgesetzt, da die junge Frau, Anfang dreißig, interessant zu sein schien und rein optisch total seinen Geschmack traf.Ihr Puls raste und sie fühlte noch immer den Adrenalinstoß in ihrem Körper. Hatte sie das wirklich grade getan?! Einen wildfremden Mann um seinen Playboy angebettelt und versucht mit ihm zu flirten? Charlotte musste über sich selber staunen. Auch wenn sie definitiv im geschäftlichen Bereich eine selbstbewusste Frau war, so viel Selbstbewusstsein hatte sie sich selbst nicht zugetraut. Nicht mal in einer Bar traute sie sich sonst Blickkontakt zu einem attraktiven Mann aufzunehmen und jetzt das! Wie gut nur, dass es keine Spiegel in der Nähe gab, sicherlich hatte es ihr unbewusst die Schamesröte ins Gesicht getrieben. Abgesehen davon, war ihr Körper, als sie in die Augen des Fremden geblickt hatte,von einem Hitzeschwall ergriffen worden, der ihr suggerierte, dass sie in der Sahara stand. Ein so faszinierendes tiefes Blau hatte sie noch nie gesehen, fast würde sie dar auf wetten, dass er farbige Kontaktlinsen trug. Seine Augen waren klar, intelligent und irgendwie auch ein bisschen mysteriös. Sie griff noch nach einem weiteren Magazin und machte sich dann hinter den anderen Fluggästen daran, die Gangway zur Maschine hinunterzulaufen. Nur langsam beruhigte sich ihr Puls wieder, bis sie den Flieger erreicht hatte. Als er sie im Flugzeuggang entdeckt hatte, hatte er den Kopf seitlich zu seinem Sitznachbarn gebeugt, der kurz darauf in ein herzliches Lachen mit ihm fiel. Sie musste nicht hellsehen können, um zu erraten, was er ihm wohl gesagt hatte. Als sie vorbeiging nickte er ihr wissend zu und seine Augen lächelten, was ihr Herz wieder schneller schlagen ließ. Obwohl sie panische Flugangst hatte, war die Ursache für das flaue Gefühl im Magen heute definitiv eine andere. Das erste Mal hätte sie gerne das Angebot eines Glases Sekt angenommen, lehnte jedoch pflichtbewusst ab, da sie noch fahren musste und ein Glas Sekt wahrscheinlich auch nicht gereicht hätte, um sie zu entspannen. Seit der Trennung von ihrem letzten Freund hatte sie nicht mehr solche Gefühle verspürt, wie der Unbekannte sie eben in ihr ausgelöst hatte. Sie atmete tief durch und widmete sich dem erkämpften Magazin, damit sich ihre Mühe auch gelohnt hatte und begann die farbigen Hochglanzseiten interessiert zu durchblättern.Genauso schnell, wie der Flieger in der Luft war, strebte er nun die Landung am Zielflughafen an. Charlotte rückte mittlerweile unruhig auf ihrem Sitz hin und her. Nur noch wenige Minuten bis zur Ankunft und sie musste sich überlegen, was sie tun wollte. Entweder sie nahm all ihren Mut zusammen und würde den Fremden auf einen Kaffee einladen, oder es würde eben bei einer einmalige Begegnung bleiben.
Sie wusste ja nicht mal, ob er zu haben war. Einen Ring hatte sie zwar nicht an seinem Finger gesehen, aber das musste ja noch lange nicht heißen, dass er keine Partnerin hatte. Und bei seinem Aussehen und Auftreten standen ihre gefühlten Chancen bei 1:1.000.000 , dass er Single war.Die Anschnallzeichen erloschen und die bekannte Hektik im Flugzeug setzte ein. Jeder war darum bemüht die Maschine so schnell wie möglich zu verlassen, um endlich in den verdienten Feierabend zu starten. Auch Charlotte griff ihre Tasche und den Playboy, um ihn an seinen ursprünglichen Besitzer zurückzugeben. Er lief mit dem anderen Mann einige Meter vor ihr die Gangway hoch und sie musste einen Schritt zulegen, um die beiden einzuholen. Seitlich nun neben ihm laufend hielt sie ihm das Magazin hin und unterbracht kurz das Gespräch: „Mit Dank zurück!“ „Oh, äh, ja, danke!“, sagte er peinlich berührt, griff schnell nach dem Magazin und schob es in seine Aktentasche. „Den Artikel auf Seite 49 kann ich empfehlen!“, sagte sie augenzwinkernd, wand sich ab, ehe er noch was sagen konnte und lief zielsicheren Weges dem Ausgang entgegen.

Teil 2 ist nicht der Reihenfolge nach gespeichert..sorry Kopierfehler...

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Views: 171 · Added: 19 days ago

Today while I am out and about, I am certainly going to shop for a wide rubber spatula. I think this sometimes overlooked kitchen tool could be quite a formidable spanking tool.
I have tested one on the palm of my hand at work, VERY STINGY/SLAPPY.
I am willing to bet it will make my butt very sore for when I misbehave!

On a seperate note: I still have some pretty heavy bruising marks from the last spanking I did. No not the video I shared, but a private spanking done via video chat with my BFF.
I am working on trying to heal a little quicker by applying generous amounts of Aloe lotion, every day, but it will take time for the marks to work themselves out.
UNLESS I could get a POLL COUNT of those in favor of seeing an "over marks" spanking.
I think we all know that sometimes a spanking just has to be administered whether prior marks are present or not!
So Comment below with your input on this and that will help me make a choice

See ya :)

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Views: 330 · Added: 19 days ago

So...I would appreciate any advice on how to talk to my boyfriend about this need of mine...I'm very grateful that he's open to the idea, and he really does aim to please...it's just, I think he's afraid of hurting me, or that I'll get mad at him...I've picked out a few videos to watch with him, and talked to him some...but it's really hard for me to just come out with what I really need from him, mainly because I am afraid to hurt his feelings. I know he really is trying, and I don't want to discourage him, or make him feel like it's not good enough. He does everything right, it's just not nearly hard or long enough...and he doesn't say anything...I plead with him, it seems, to tell me that I'm naughty, that he's going to teach me a lesson, ask me if I understand him, or call me "little girl" and "young lady." It's just ALMOST perfect, and I find myself frustrated or disappointed...and I'm not sure what to do now...

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Views: 238 · Added: 19 days ago

Education is a fine thing. Jim had often been heard to say that and, indeed, he genuinely believed in it. He also believed that uppity females learned humility best when the bullwhip was applied with purpose and vigour to their naked backs whilst their intimate lingerie was on display. At this point, Laura-Lee was inclined to agree without demur.

It didn’t help that Jim was apparently in no hurry to complete his work.

In fact, he worked to a formula in these situations. The first six lashes are designed to focus the student’s mind upon the reasons why they are there; the final six will reinforce the message so that they are unlikely to forget it. How long it took between them in order to achieve complete submission and obedience was down to the students themselves. However, experience had shown that twelve extra lashes were frequently more than sufficient to achieve the desired results. So it had been with Thelma; so too would it be with Laura-Lee.

The lash, when it comes is every bit as painful as her friends had warned that it would be. It cuts into her back, wraps itself around her body, searing the flesh and making her squeal in agony.

“Aaagh!

“No! please!

“Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!

“Oh Jesus!

“Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!

“Aaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrargh!.

“Please! I beg you! No!

“Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!

“Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!”

Each crack on her naked skin brings fresh torment, more pain. She writhes and pulls against the bonds that hold her wrists. Begging for mercy and humiliating herself in front of her friend Thelma is shameful and distressing, but she cannot help herself. After six blistering strokes she is ready to sell her soul; anything to stop the torment.

Pity her then, for Jim does not want her soul.

“Do I have your attention Miss Laura-Lee?” he asks.

She cannot answer immediately, for the initial lashes have taken her breath away, leaving her winded and gasping for air.

“Miss Laura-Lee, I have asked you a question.” The tone is even but it nevertheless carries an undercurrent of menace.

Eventually she stops heaving and gasps “Y-yes. Yes Jim.”

“You must call me Sir please Miss Laura. We are not here on a social call.”

“Yes Sir.”

“That is better. Now I want you to give me your complete concentration, because it is in your interest to do so. You have another six lashes coming at the end of your lesson; however many more you will receive depends upon how quickly you can grasp the basic points which you are here to learn. Do I make myself clear Miss Laura-Lee?”

She nods. “Yes. ….. Yes Sir.”

“Good. There are four principles to cover. Listen and memorize them carefully, because it will be extremely painful if you do not. Are you ready to hear the list?”

“Yes … Sir. Yes I am”

“Very well; here they are:

• Speaking publicly in a manner likely to deeply embarrass your husband.
• Criticising and questioning his judgement
• Holding views above your station
• Neglecting your marriage vows of honour and obedience.

Now repeat them for me so that I know you have taken them on board please.”

Laura-Lee tries and suddenly realises that she hasn’t been concentrating.

“I–I’m sorry Jim… I mean s–sir. Could you repeat them f- or me please?”

It is the wrong response and it earns her six more lashes.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaarh!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Aaaaaaaaaaaa ooooh!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!

Stop please!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrgh!

Oh God! please…..!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!”

Jim pauses to allow her to stop screaming and catch her breath. Then he speaks again, very softly but deliberately. This time she is listening intently.

“Miss Laura-Lee. I will thank you to listen carefully, for I do not care to keep repeating myself and I would rather not rip your back to shreds with my whip. Now I am going to tell you the points again and I implore you focus this time, because if you do not, you know what is coming! Yes?”

“Yes sir!”

“Very well; here they are again:

• Speaking publicly in a manner likely to embarrass your husband.
• Criticising and questioning his judgement
• Holding views above your station
• Neglecting your marriage vows of honour and obedience.

Now kindly repeat them please. Shall we take them one at a time?”

Laura-Lee nods. She is shaking with shock. The words will hardly come.

“Yes please sir!” she whispers. Even under the whip, she retains her good manners. “I have b-been speaking publicly in a manner likely to cause embarrassment to Pastor John. I have openly criticised and qu-questioned his judgement……..eh………..”

She breaks down in tears as she realises she has forgotten the other two…

The forgetfulness earns her six more lashes.

“Aaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrargh!

“Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!

“Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!”

“Aaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrargh!

“Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!

“Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!”

Jim continues in his level tone.

“Holding views above your station and neglecting to honour and obey your husband Miss Laura-Lee. Try again. From the beginning please. It isn’t too difficult and we don’t want to be here all afternoon do we?”

She shakes her head frantically and starts again. This time she gets it right.

“I m-must not speak publicly in a manner which will embarrass my husband. I m-must n-not criticise him or question his judgement. I-I must not hold v-views above my station and……….. behind her the whip hisses

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrh” oh ooooooooooooooh oh! oh! oh!..............I-I must honour and obey him! Please Jim! Sir! I meant SIR! Oh God I’m sorry! Please……… !

“Aaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrargh!

“Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!

“Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!”

“Aaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrargh!

“Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!

“Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!”

The beads of sweat are rolling off her body now. Her head is thrown back and she is panting fit to burst. The welts cover her back and shoulders in a web of ugly crimson slashes.

“Please for the love of God!” she screams. “I have learned my lesson. I will never speak badly of Pastor John again or embarrass him. I will keep in my place and obey him from now on I swear on God’s holy name ……..please…….please …..please sir. Don’t whip me any more. I beg you please don’t………..”

Jim puts down the whip and picks up his bucket of cold salty water. He dabs gently at the inflamed ridges on her back and wipes away a couple of small blood spots where the skin has broken. Miss Laura-Lee has very fair skin; clearly not as thick as that on the Mexican maids he whipped at Miss Kitty’s. She winces and tries to pull away.

“Okay Miss Laura-Lee.” he says gently and kindly. “We are almost done here. Please remember your lesson, because I do not wish to have to repeat this. You are a fine woman despite your faults. I am sure that from now on, you will be a credit to Pastor John and support him in his ministry, ain’t that so?”

“Yes sir. Yes I will,” she affirms sobbing. “I cannot think what came over me to ever have been so disloyal. Thank you for correcting me sir.”

“Very well”, says Jim. “Now I am afraid that I will have to keep you ladies tied up for a while longer in order to give you time to reflect upon the things you have learned today. It is part of your punishment. Your husbands will be along shortly to take you home. I expect that they will be hungry, for it is past lunch time.”

He goes outside and leaves the two women, still with wrists secured above their heads and facing each other.
They wait in silence, semi-naked and ashamed, each immersed in her own world of pain and misery. Somehow there seems little to talk about.

Laura-Lee is sobbing uncontrollably. Having degraded herself and begged for mercy, she cannot face Thelma and waits with head bowed.

Thelma looks at her and smiles inwardly. It was almost worth her own whipping to see Laura-Lee getting hers. Almost! At least she hadn’t had Laura-Lee for a witness because her own performance had been no better. She hopes that Judge Beauregard will come for her soon. Her pussy is dripping wet with arousal and the dampness has soaked through her panties. She hopes desperately that no one will notice.

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Views: 206 · Added: 20 days ago

I began around noon with a pile of varying lengths of 2 x 4's and a picture of what I wanted to build (with a few personal preference tweeks). Here is where I stopped tonight. It's getting there. : )

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Views: 234 · Added: 20 days ago

It is now almost 140 years since my Grandparents were born. My Mother was the youngest child in a chronologically strung-out family and I am in a similar position in my family. This means that my parents could have been my grandparents and my grandparents could have been my great-great-grandparents. All in all, I think I feel much closer to the past having lived in this situation.

I feel it necessary to explain this so that the reader will understand the time frame of the incident in question.

When I was about 15, my mom and I were visiting my mom's oldest sister. We were eating lunch in a restaurant and Mom and my Aunt were arguing about their parents. My Mother had always been closest to her Father while my Aunt had always sided more strongly with her Mother. My mom's family had always been robustly dysfunctional (in a cheerfully cataclysmic way) so there always was a lot of "side picking" amongst my aunts and uncles.

My aunt, wanting to settle the who-was-right-and-who-was-wrong issue once and for all stated, "Well, you know, when I was a little girl, Dad would beat Mother!"

My Mom pooh-poohed this which did not sit well with my Aunt. My Aunt then blurted out, "When I was about seven [c 1910] I heard noises from their room one night. When I opened the door to see what was happening there was Mother bent over the bed and Dad was standing over her with a horse whip!"

Well, I had just taken a drink of iced tea which I proceeded to choke upon. At the time, I was amazed that my Grandparents could possibly have been engaged in that sort of tomfoolery! :o) I have always suspected that they were both enjoying themselves immensely. I also think I know how I got some of my tendencies.

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misterstrict's avatar

Views: 176 · Added: 20 days ago

Hi, and Happy New Year to all,

I´m looking for personal contact now, live in the Hannover area of North Germany, load of experience in the spanking world. There must be a slim lady out there wanting to let her hair down. Not just interested in spanking, there´s a life out there as well. So, drop me a line.

Mo

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Views: 270 · Added: 20 days ago

A nun was teaching religion to her first grade class when a little girl had a question, "Sister, how do we die?" The nun didn't want to give them too much or too little information so she asked what they thought. "Mary asks a very good question, class. How do you children think we die?"

Hands go up and she picks on Billy. "Sister, I think we die lying down. When my grandma died we all went to see her. She was lying down in a pretty dress with flowers all around."

"Very good, anyone else? Yes, Janie, what do you think?" Janie's on her feet "Sister, I'm pretty sure we die standing up because when we see pictures of Jesus ascending into to heaven, he's going straight up in the air."

Joey's pipe's up with what he's sure is the definitive answer. "Sister, we die upside down. My mother almost died Saturday night and I saw it. When I heard a lot of noise, I peeked into their bedroom. Mama had her legs way up in the air and she was yelling, 'Oh God, I'm coming I'm coming!' And, she would have died but my daddy held her down."

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doone's avatar

Views: 284 · Added: 21 days ago

Craig's List Men

My friends all told me about the Craig's List men
but I didn't believe them......and so my story begins.

I started my search for a man that was fine,
that knew what I needed and would redden my behind.
I saw short ones and tall ones, some stupid as hell.
One guy even asked me money for bail!
I kissed frog after frog, I thought my lips would turn green,
but I didn't give up and help fast to my dream.
I wrote post after post, getting answers that said,
"You're cute but I'm married, would you give me some head?"
With all the assholes, fuckers and jerks,
There's got to be one that could possibly work.
Once again, I'm writing a post,
listing the qualities I admire the most.
And if I should find him, I'll gladly give Thanks
to the Powers that Be for removing my pants.

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doone's avatar

Views: 172 · Added: 21 days ago

1000 YEARS

He takes his time to know me,
His hands....his eyes and ears.
I drink in every part of him.
I have for a 1000 years.

I hear him call me softly
as if written in a song.
singing, stay here right beside me
it's the place where you belong.

I gazed into his eyes
and saw my soul reflect therein.
I lay in the arms of a giant
cradled in love from within.

He's been in my soul for a 1000 years
and he'll stay for a 1000 more.
For he has the best part of me
He has my Heart and my Soul.

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doone's avatar

Views: 179 · Added: 21 days ago

My ex-husband and I used used to play quite a bit. I can't remember if we started off with just spanking or with light bondage as well. I had mentioned a spanking scene I'd read in a book and how it had turned me on....He spent the day reading my trashy Historical Romance and when I'd got home from work had wanted to try it. Apparently he liked the idea of spanking me. We were both new to this and had no idea there was a life style, let a lone a name to what we were starting to explore. It was awkward at first, but watching movies helped our education and our imaginations.
We had tried different spanking elements from the kitchen and some poor bondage material from the garage, but now we were going to get serious. So, after a stop at the Hardware Store, the Liquor Store, the Cinch and Saddle and the Adult Book Store, we were ready to rock and roll. Only thing was, when we got home, it was 2:00 in the afternoon and wouldn't have the house to ourselves for several hours. I decided to amuse myself and go through the hardware sack.....Jesus Christ! He bought 16 penny nails, 10 penny nails, lag bolts, eye hooks, sky hooks, 300 hundred feet of rope, 20 feet of 1/4 inch galvinized chain.....I was starting to get a bit nervous! and he had a gleam in his eyes to match no other.
The time had finally come, so when I came out from my bath, the house was quiet and he was standing there ready to guide me into the bedroom. He had candles lit, a movie on and the bed.......I first noticed the large cushion in the center, then at each corner, was a length of rope secured to it. He came up behind me, slipped off my robe and tied and bandana over my eyes. Something we hadn't talked about, but I like it. Added to the antispation......which grew emensely with each hand, each foot he secured. With my legs tied so far apart, my ass up in the air, I could feel a breeze it seemed on my pussy. It was the first time I felt totally exposed and he loved the view. It was also the first time he took a more Dominant roll. He liked it.
He started off with soft caresses, mostly my ass and pussy and I shivered when I felt the vibrator on my clit. He instructed me not to come and if I did, there would be harsh consquences. My God I was getting close and I told him I was about to come, but he told me to hold it..... until I yelled, You're going to make me come! He said that was a little too close and I'd be punished. He started applying the riding crop, tenative at first, but that didn't last long. He commented how he liked the way my ass was getting red and I told him it was really starting to sting. HUMMMMM was the only other comment. When I told him STOP, it hurts! he did and asked if I wanted the vibrator again. He got me close again and applied the crop. When I started to squirm and call to stop...he asked again if I wanted the vibrator. YES! He then said....first you get 10 hard ones.
And they were. I think it bothered him at first hearing me gasp and pulling om my restraints, but it didn't take long before 10 turned into 20 and then he started having fun with my body....his cock felt so hard, so good in my pussy. He would get himself close and we'd start all over.
Now I was asking for 10 more, 5 more, don't stop, harder and he was giving them to me, both enjoying every second, every stroke.....Until we couldn't stand it another second and came in unison. Big time!

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Views: 230 · Added: 21 days ago

So I had some fun yesterday, thought I'd share. :)
I went shopping at Victoria's Secret for some new sexy panties for our spanking fun and especially fell in love with this pair. I immediately imagined the sensation of his hand over the lace, how different it might feel from anything else I've experienced.
When he got home, he crawled into bed and I told him I had a surprise for him, told him to close his eyes, and I jumped up, stripped naked, and slipped on just the panties. It was so cute, because he was holding out his hand expecting something else, I don't know what, but something else.
The front of them is just solid, though, it's only the back that has the lace, so I turned so he could see my bottom. I told him to open his eyes and looked over my shoulder to see his reaction.
He gazed appreciatively and moved his index finger in a circle, instructing me to turn slowly so he could see everything, the whole picture so to speak.
Then he patted the bed next to him, and said, "I don't know, I think it's really going to sting with that lace."
I lay on my stomach next to him and he gave me a few nice hard swats, and said, "Is that stingy-er?"
I replied, "Yes, it definitely stings more than most panties," but it was a nice sensation. The thinner areas let his hand connect more so there was a spotty pattern with more sting and less sting on certain patches of skin. It felt good to me, more sting than pants or most panties, but now quite the sear of his hand on my bare bottom.
He gave me a few more, but exclaimed, "OW!" before I did and explained it was stinging his hand A LOT more than jeans, yoga pants, or skin.
He yanked them down after just half a dozen swats and spanked me bare. He was laughing, "How's this? Is that stingy-er?"
I yelped, "Yes! That's a lot stingy-er!"
He kept it up till I was squirming and gasping and squealing, with my cute lacy panties down around the top of my thighs, providing no protection what-so-ever. :)

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fantasyisland's avatar

Views: 258 · Added: 22 days ago

Is lying to your Daddy/Dom/Top/Disciplinarian worth it, even if you know you can get away with it?
And do you consider withholding of knowledge as lying?

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Views: 246 · Added: 22 days ago

“Sir please.”

“Save it.” Taking Kristi’s hand he guided her over his lap trapping her legs between his.

Gasping at the sudden movement, Kristi allowed herself to be taken over her father knee. “No point trying to fight it, he will only spank me harder.” Kristi thought to herself.

Looking down at the upturned bottom in front of him, he sighed and began what he knew he could hold off no longer.

*swat* *swat* *swat* the first three swats came down hard. With each swat Kristi’s body jolted forward. *swat* *swat* *swat* three more came down just as hard as the last three. “I am never going to make it through this Kristi thought to herself as 3 more landed, first her right cheek followed by the left. *swat* *swat* *swat* *swat* *swat* *swat* Kristi bit down harder on her lip with each swat.

“I am extremely disappointed in your lack of ability to control yourself, when faced with a challenge.” Kristi’s father scolded as he continued to rain stinging swats to the bottom before him. *swat* *swat* *swat* *swat* “I did not raise you to behave like a simple fool *swat* *swat* *swat* I will not tolerate this behavior *swat* *swat* *swat* do you understand me young lady!”

“Owww! Owwah! Owww! Owww!” Kristi howled after each swat. “Yes Daddy, I promise owwwah! I won’t fight owwwah! Ever again!” Kristi squirmed as the stinging blows continued to rain down unforgivingly to her bottom.

“You are only sorry because of your current predicament, but I am determined to make sure you are truly sorry and this isn’t a lesson that you will soon forget.” He continued aiming for Kristi’s sit spots *swat* *swat* *swat* *swat* “Since talking to you seems to be futile, this seems to be the only way to get you to truly understand that I am serious.” *swat* *swat* *swat* *swat*

Owwww! Kristi hollered,” I understand I do! Please Daddy!” she pleaded.
“What is so hard about keeping your hands to yourself and controlling your anger when faced with a challenge?” Her father asked pausing for a reason.

“I-I-I don’t know, I just don’t like others making fun of me,” Kristi responded knowing it wasn’t going to be a good enough answer for her father.

Sure enough the swats restarted.

“Just because you don’t like what someone says *swat* *swat* *swat* don’t not give you the right to put your hands on them *swat* *swat* *swat*. I will not tolerate *swat* *swat* you raising your fist *swat* every time you don’t like what someone has to say.” Her father lectured bring his hand down, making sure to cover her entire bottom.
Kristi bit down on her lip as tears began to form. “Please.” Kristi whimpered, her voice straining as she fought back tears. “I’m sorry Daddy, really sorry.”

“I hope that you are young lady, I do not ever want to her that you were in a fight again. You are a smart girl and there is no need for you to talk with your fist.” Her father scolded. “I am going to give you ten good ones with the brush to make sure you understand how serious I am.”

Kristi whimpered but prepared herself for the last ten swats to her bottom. “I will never sit again, my bottom is probably spitting flames right now” She thought to herself.

Opening the desk drawer her father pulled out a wooden brush, repositioning Kristi so her bottom was high in the air he tapped the brush on her bottom to let her know what was coming. Kristi flinched slightly at the touch from the brush though it didn’t hurt she knew it would.

“Do you understand why you are receiving this spanking?” Her father asked.

“Yes Sir,” Kristi said barely above a whisper.

“And why is it you are being spanked?”

“Because after being warned several times and knowing the rules, I still used my fist to deal with something I didn’t like.” Kristi replied almost as if she had been rehearsing it in her head the whole time.

“Are you going to raise your hands to anyone in the future?”

“No sir, there are better ways to handle things than aggression.” Kristi said hoping he wouldn’t ask any more questions, she just wanted to get it over with.

I hope this time you really mean it, let’s get this over with. Her father said as he firmly held Kristi’s waste and brought the brush down. *SWAT* *SWAT* *SWAT*

Kristi gasped as the brush connected to her bottom. “Oh my God! I can’t do this!” she thought as the tears began to roll down her cheeks.

I have tried to talk to you and get you to understand I won’t tolerate fighting. *SWAT* since that didn’t work I sure hope this does. *SWAT* I really don’t like having to spank you, *SWAT* but I will if it means I won’t have to bail you out of jail someday because you couldn’t control yourself. I love you too much, to let you act out in such away.

OWWWW! Kristi couldn’t hold it back anymore. She stopped squirming and stilled over her father’s lap and sobbed. She really hated disappointing him and yet she had. He was right she never thought about her actions beforehand. She was quick to react and it always landed her in trouble. She had let him down once again.

Noticing that she was near her limit, her father landed the last 4 in rapid succession on her sit spots *SWAT* *SWAT* *SWAT* *SWAT* placing the brush on the side of the desk, he began rubbing gentle circles on Kristi’s back as she cried.

Kristi yelped as the final 4 came crashing down on her tender sit spots. She barely noticed it was over as she laid there and sobbed.
After several moments she had calmed enough her father stood her up. Kristi stared down at her feet as she coughed out, I-I-I’m s-s-sorry D-Daddy.

Gently lifting her chin, her father looked in her eyes and said you are forgiven.

Yes, Yes I know its two months after I said it was almost done, been busy but here it is. Personally I don't like the ending. But it'll have to do as I begin my next story. R/R/A (Read, Review, Advise.)

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Anna29's avatar

Views: 271 · Added: 22 days ago

I've essentially lost access to the blogs. I'll miss you guys! Maybe things will improve in February ...

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Views: 216 · Added: 23 days ago

http://www.spankingtube.com/video/44609/caning-in-berlin

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doone's avatar

Views: 273 · Added: 23 days ago

I walked in the door more than a little fucked up....almost three hours late and without the dinner I said I was going to bring back. Needless to say, my boyfriend was a little more than pissed off. I didn't give a shit. I thought he was All That when I met him, but the dude let's me walk all over him. I can't respect a guy like that. I headed to the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks when he said....."What you need is a good spanking".....I turned around and saw him sitting in a straight back chair with a wooden spoon in his hand and looking me dead in the eye. I didn't catch the smoldering anger when I said..."Humph....and you think you're just the man to do it?" I said with a smirk. A chill went up my spine as he got up and walked toward me....He was a fairly good sized man and worked out, but I held my ground. He said...." We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Anyway we do it, I am going to give you the spanking you've earned for yourself."...."Like Hell" I said.
When he reached out and grabbed me by the wrist, I dug both heels into the carpet as he headed toward the chair. The closer he got to the chair, the more I struggled. "You can't do this to me!"....."I can and I will!" Even though a thrill went through my whole body, I was still denying what was going to happen. "No, no NO!"......"OH Yes, yes, YES".....Then I bit his arm when I got the chance. OOPS.....I heard a growl and my pants were quickly pulled down to my knees and I found myself thrown over his lap, ass in the air, his heavy leg pinning me down and was saying...."This is going to teach you about respect". I felt the first crack of the wooden spoon and thought, I can handle this.......It was if he read my mind....."The first couple aren't so bad, but I'm not giving you just a couple........." He continued spanking me and it was really starting to sting. Another thing was starting to happen too......I was getting this tingling feeling all over my body and settling in my pussy. God, I was actually getting turned on!
Whack after whack the wooden spoon came down on my stinging ass. I tried to protect it by reaching back with my hand to cover myself, when he just as quickly had my arm pinned. Being controlled like this, I was not used to and it pissed me off big time. My instincts told me to fight back and I started to struggle like a mad woman, even managed to bite him in the leg. Another OOPS......He dropped the spoon and started spanking me with his bare hand. A bare hand that was made out of solid oak, with razor blades embedded in the surface. YOWWWWWWEEEE ! "OK! OK! I'm sorry!" He paused in his ministration "For what?"....." Fuck if I know! You are the one that said I needed a spanking!" That got me a few more pretty hard whacks......."OK! OK! COME ON! STOP!" "Why?" he said very calmly......" I've learned my lesson, please stop." "And what have you learned?" "That I've been being a disrespectful bitch. I won't do it again. I promise!" He knew I never made promises. It ment commitment. He stopped his raining blows for a moment...." I believe you" he said as he rubbed my burning butt. " Because it took this to get through to you, I'm going to give you ten more and we'll be done......unless there's a next time."
He carried me to the bedroom and had the hottest sex I've ever had. These days I find that I'll misbehave on purpose.....

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Views: 204 · Added: 23 days ago

I know it's been quite awhile since I was around. I was sick for a long time, then did not feel up to talking.

I'm feeling more like myself now. (Which is to say that Nemesis is likely to have his hands full this spring...Lol.) This post is more a note to myself - I want to reflect on something he and I were talking about the outcry day. (The punishment spanking o talked about last time.) Ans I want to ask something. (I can't be the only one with overly delicate skin that marks if you look at me funny!)

So I'literally post properly tomorrow - need to go back to sleep now.

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renrock's avatar

Views: 220 · Added: 23 days ago

A lily white, unmarked thing is a terrible thing and mine has been unmarked entirely too long...

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