New Moon on New Years (Eve)

I noticed on my new 2014 calender that New Years Day has for the moon cycle listed "New Moon". I thought that was rather fitting. A new year, a new fresh bottom to spank....

And I think maybe J was looking to get things started early.


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New Years Eve

J and I had a quick minute alone (and I DO mean Quick!) so we decided to take advantage of a little "stress management" that has been long overdue.


We have been WAY off our game when it comes to sessions over the last 6 months for sure, so at this point I'm not sure how many weeks have gone by since the last time he "took care of things". What I DO know is...

My bottom is NOT used to that kind of attention anymore. I was a whiny little girl at every slap he placed on my behind. I squealed and cried out and kicked and yelped at every hint of a slap. He had to tell me repeatedly not to kick up my legs... and I'm sure I didn't even get a blush of color from the small amount of time he had to spank me.

And yet, every slap had a distinct feeling to it....

 

And then (as could be predicted) things were cut short with the arrival of family to ring in the new year. My panties weren't even removed...

I predict this year will have more changes than I originally expected... Maybe a consistent schedule for our sessions? Maybe I'll develop "Buns of Steel"? We shall see.

Happy (Official) New Year to All!!!

(Resolutions List to be posted soon...)

The Ultimatum

She was waiting on the stairs with two bags at her feet when he walked in that evening. He could tell she was upset, but he couldn't figure out how things had gotten to this point. Attempting to stifle his devastation at the sight of her "packed up" and ready to leave him, he spoke to her.

"You're... leaving?"

"I think it's best." Silence hung thick in the air, creating a distance between them that was far greater than the feet between their bodies.

He swallowed. "Is there anything..."

"Yes," she interrupted him, "but I know you won't do it, so I'm prepared to go."

He was shocked. What in the world could she possibly ask of him? He was devoted to her. Granted he was perfect, but he certainly tried to show her how much he loved her... He racked his brain trying to think of anything she might want.

Then it came to him.

"You're leaving over THAT?!" He couldn't tell if he was more confused or angry at the situation. Here he was, trying to hold himself together, and she was being petty.

"Yes..." she whispered.

He crossed the room, away from her, to sit on the couch. Dropping his face into his hands he contemplated the situation.




After an eternity of minutes, he heard her shifting on the stairs. Standing to retrieve her things, he looked at her. She paused, making eye contact, then looking down at her things and bent to pick them up.

"You're not leaving," he said.

"I really don't think..."

"No, you don't." He interrupted her, "But I'll deal with that later. Right now we are dealing with your selfish attitude."

"This is importaint to me," she all but wailed at him. "And if you understood that, I wouldn't have to..."

"I know." He conceded. "I didn't realize just how important this was to you... but you also don't realize how important YOU are to ME." She stared at him. "Don't you realize I would do anything for you?! Haven't I shown you time and again just how much I care about you?? Why do you feel like you have to make a scene rather than talk to me?" He was hurt. Deeply hurt.

"I'm not trying to..." she let her sentence drop.

"Come here" he commanded her.

She felt a shiver at his change of tone. With her stomach starting to form knots she stood in the doorway.

"Well...?" He asked, "I don't see what you're waiting on."

"You don't have to..."

"YES, I do." He answered her. "You've made that clear. This is MY decision, now COME here."




She crossed the room to him. Standing awkwardly above him as he sat on the couch.

"Pants off," he ordered.

She swallowed. Slipping off her sandals, she unzipped her pants she slid them off and stepped out of them. Bending to pick them up he interrupted her "leave it there." She froze, then slowly stood up.

Taking her wrist, he pulled her forward to him. Then pulling her further down, he placed a firm hand onto her lower back to settle her across his lap. "You will NOT be doing this again," he warned.

Before she could respond he spanked her hard on her right cheek. She cried out at the slap. "You will NEVER pull a stunt like this again with me," he continued. Spanking hard her left cheek. A shout escaped her.

"You belong to me and you are mine. This selfish attitude about what YOU want will not be tolerated any longer. I love you, and I care for you, and I will always give you what you NEED... But if you ever try to leave me over something this small again... THIS will be light compared to what I'll give you then."

With his message delivered, he went to work on her bottom. Slapping her firm, round cheeks until they turned a shade of rosy pink. Over his lap she squirmed and grunted and cried out at his slaps. He continued the spanking until she was clenching her cheeks at every slap, unable to relax under his hand. Then he rubbed her bottom until her breathing steadied and her butt muscles relaxed.

"Tell me what you want," he told her.

"I, eh... want..." she studdered a respose.

"Be specific," he said, "what and when, how often, how much. I need to know EXACTLY what you're looking for."

She thought for a moment. "I need a spanking once a week. Hard enough to keep me in line and remind me that you are in charge."

He rubbed her bottom. "Anything else..?"

She was silent while she considered it. "I'm not sure."

"Very well," he said. "Stand up."

Pushing herself up off the couch she gently climbed off his lap.

"Panties off" he commanded. She made an "o" with her lips, resisting the urge to cover her bum. "Did you think I was finished?" he smirked, "hardly."

"You need to be taught a lesson," he continued, "You are NEVER to do this again. There is NO need to be dramatic with me. I love you and I will give you what you need... Also I am in CHARGE," he reminded her, "panties OFF." This time his smile faded and he gave her a hard stare.

She quickly dropped her panties and moved forward to climb over his lap.

He held his hand up, "T-shirt too." Her eyes grew wide for just a moment, but she quickly recovered and slipped off her shirt with no questions asked. Standing in only her bra, she waited.

"Good," he smiled. "Over you go" He patted his lap.



Draped over his lap for a second time she bit her lip as she waited for the first slap to descend on her bottom. Rubbing her exposed rump, he began to lecture her further.

"You belong to me." *Slap*

"I am in charge." *Slap Slap*

"If you have a concern, you will come TO ME..." He assaulted her bottom with t series of spanks, "NOT make plans to LEAVE..." *Slap Slap Slap* "Without even TRYING to talk to me!"

He began to spank her in earnest, creating a rhythm between striking each cheek and her sit-spot, as he covered the entirety of her bottom.

She squirmed and shouted as the spanking continued. Writhing over his lap, she was inadvertently rubbing his lap with her body as she struggled against the pain of her well-deserved spanking. He began to feel himself grow excited. Between the sight of her reddening bottom and the feeling of her rubbing against him, he started to grow hard.

Pausing her spanking he rubbed her swollen bottom. She sighed at his touch. Curious, he slipped his fingers beneath her to skim his fingers the along her slit. Finding her moist, he slipped a finger further in. Her breath caught and he pulled his hand away before granting her any kind of 'reward'.

"You will call me Sir," he said.

Waiting a beat he slapped her cheeks a few times. When he finished he repeated, "You will call me Sir." With no response he continued with her spanking, not holding back. She responded with strangled grunts.

"You will call me Sir," he repeated, continuing to her spanking without a pause. She struggled to catch her breath between clenching and unclenching her bottom against his spanks. "You WILL call me SIR," He repeated again."

"Yeh... Yesss... Yessssir!!" She struggled to gasp out.

"Again" he demanded.

"Yesss, Sir." She hissed out.

"AGAIN."

Yes SIR!" She shouted.

He continued to spank her bottom. Focusing on her sit-spot and along the fold of her cheeks where they met the tops of her thighs. At his attention to such a sensitive area, she began to whimper and beg as she squirmed. An anthem of "Please Sir" filled the air between slaps.

Then without warning he stopped. "Stand up," he ordered.

Wiping tears from her eyes, she struggled to stand. Hands drifting to cup her bottom, she stood next to him.

"Go to the corner," he told her. "Hands on your head, and I don't want to hear a peep until I'm ready for you."

She obediently shuffled to the corner of the room and waited for his next request.

(MORE TO COME... STAY TUNED)

A Fantasy

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Silent Submission

My Sir gave me a spanking...

(Photo found earlier via google image search for "spanked bottom")

Things have been stressful leading up to, but not limited to, a family wedding that I had a VERY big hand in pulling together. With tension getting to a heightened state, I asked my Sir if he would kindly lend me a hand the morning of the event.

Unfortunately, we got into a disagreement the night prior... and I wasn't feeling very "submissive" when I called off suggested "canceling our session". He said to give it the evening and I could decide in the morning how I was feeling... (a very good idea, considering my stress point).

The next morning we met up. And although time was short, it did help.




We began jokingly (as we tend to do when it's been a while), he asked if I was "up to things" and I said yes. And with all lead-up aside, I slipped off my dress and was "tipped" across the bed.

As the spanking began, I felt my mind start to wander. Not away from the activity, but my mind is always racing and I found myself drifting in and out between "in-the-moment" and to the various tasks I was concerned about. As he spanked me, I deepened my breath and did my best to focus just on the space I was in.

I looked at the room I was in, I felt each slap as it descended upon my bottom, and relaxed my muscles and I breathed. This approach lead me to do something I have never done...

I was completely silent through the spanking.




I took every spank without a peep. And though my thoughts ran their usual course of "why does he always slap my one cheek more than the other?" and "I wish he would spank me a little harder, I can take it", but I decided not to say anything.

And I found through my in-the-moment focus & the release-of-control I gave by NOT telling him m every wish and experience while over his lap, the experience became very meditative.




Sir spanked me for some time, then checked in with me. He had become concerned that my silence was an indicator that I wasn't really in the head-space for it. I did my best to convey that I was indeed interested and open to a spanking, without losing my new-found approach.

Sir was good enough to continue.

He then asked me to stand so that my panties could be removed. When I stood, I asked him...

"Should I do it, or would you like to...?"

"Would you prefer?"

 "I... I would like to do what you want."

"This is for you, what would please you?"

 "To please you... I need for this to not be my decision. I need to not be in charge..."

He removed my panties himself, and I crawled over his lap for further spanking.





As the spanking went on, I felt as though I might cry. I couldn't place the emotion, only that I was close to a state of release - I wasn't upset, or mad, or disappointed, I have just never felt quite like that before.

Sir stopped my spanking.

Rubbing my bottom he asked if I needed anything... And very shakily I asked him if he would give me a hard, quick spanking... for a little bit. He agreed, and asked me to let him know if it was too much.

Then the REAL spanking began.

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The spanking was really rough and I found it hard to hold still. Especially when he spanked my sit-spot. I found myself clenching as I rocked back and fourth over his lap. 

Sir did not stop at my reaction, he and continued right along with each well-placed slap. I did my best to keep quiet, but as his hand descended on my rosy, swollen bottom I started to yelp in little wordless grunts.

Finally... after what felt like forever, my spanking ended and I collapsed across his lap, panting from the vigorous exercise .

I felt relaxed, but also nervous. I felt the overwhelming urge to "serve"`Sir, but I didn't know how to tell him. I felt stupid and awkward in my new submissive state. I waited for his command...

 

(Photo Credit: www.blackplanet.com)

How could I ask him to have me serve him?

What if I was bad at it?

  What if he asked for something I was scared to do?

...We didn't have much time that morning,
and I have yet to "thank" Sir properly for my spanking...

But I'm hoping to find myself with a red bottom and a quiet mind soon.

Wish me luck!

Beach Bum - Part 3

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From a Shy Blush...

I don't even remember how it started, all I remember is my waist draped over his leg and my bottom receiving some well-need attention...

His hands were incredibly attentive to the "bottom at hand" and very quickly the sting started to build as he slapped my exposed behind. My underwear was still on, but the lower cheeks of my bottom had little protection against the force of his open palm.

As my bottom started to REALLY heat up,  I began to worry that he might only spank me... but as my breath became a pant, he rubbed my swollen bits. He ran his hands over my sore little bum, circled my thigh and skimmed the line of my underwear... I could have screamed with pleasure-filled -frustration!

He began spanking again.

...Now I was heating up in a whole different way...

He began to trade off a few harder slaps with some sensuous body-tracing. I could feel my need growing between every teasing touch and painful slap. The balance of it placed me perfectly on edge.

Then he brushed over me...

...my nerves quivered at his touch and I widened my legs for him.

He began to tease me with the tips of his fingers... trading off between slaps to my bottom and soft caresses to my tender bits. I was encased in ecstasy. I could have stayed in that moment for an eternity, and as I moaned with joy I hoped like mad he would keep me there...

I felt his hands begin to pull at my underwear... and I lifted my hips to help him strip me.

And I was exposed to him.

I had forgotten until that moment just how "open" nudity felt when bent over his knee....

 ...my bottom was upturned and my legs spread wide to give him access. I felt clean and smooth, being that open.

And his hand came down on my pink, sore bottom once again.

All exposed and bare, quivering with anticipation, willing and upturned... what a mean trick! I held myself open to him, willing him to take me to that edge of pleasure. Please, please, PLEASE taunt me with touch! But with new, pale flesh exposed, he took delight in matching the blush I had gained on my lower cheeks over the entirety of my bottom.

I finally shifted my thighs closed and raised my bottom to his hand. Hoping that he might catch the sweet spot of my sitting place - one sweep of a spank covering the fold of my seat with the lower swell of my cheeks. If only I could bottle that perfect place.



And after much attention to my hot little bum, he turned his attentions to my other sweet spot...


I spread for him and lifted my little bottom to the ceiling, I purring in little moans while he teased and rubbed me. His finger slipped inside me and I began to feel a different struggle of sensation between pain and pleasure. I lifted myself, raising my bottom higher and higher, willing him to tease me and take me.

He rewarded me with the gentile touch of his fingers... I moaned and pleaded in pleasure. Climbing off his lap and further onto the bed, I laid myself before him and asked for his mouth.


He kissed me with a passion that brought me over the edge... and he held me, naked, beside him.

I felt so very loved.  <3