She stood nervously outside the door of the apartment. Looking down at the crumpled up advertisement in her hand, she contemplated walking back to her car. You can do this, she told herself, just try something new. You can always say no.
With renewed confidence, she knocked at the unknown door. She bit her lip as she listened to the approaching footsteps. No turning back now, she mused.
The door swung open, revealing a beautiful leggy blonde in tall boots and a short skirt. She immediately regretted her decision. "I'm sorry, I was looking for..." she trailed off as she tried to think of what to say.
The girl smiled at her. "You're in the right place," she assured her. Stepping back to allow her to enter, she nervously stepped through the door. "I'm May," she said, introducing herself, "what may I call you?"
Her mind raced, should I give her my real name, she wondered. Thinking quickly of her favorite literary character she blurted, "Alice. I'm Alice."
"Nice to meet you," the girl turned on her heel and began walking down the hallway. Alice followed behind her nervously wondering what awaited her in this strange adventure. Entering a small den, just off of the main entrance, May directed her to a seat.
Alice wrung her hands nervously. "Are you...?" She tried to find a way to word it.
"The Master here? No." She smiled. "I am the first line of approval for his selections."
"Does he have many?" Alice's eyes grew wide.
"Not really, no. He usually keeps no more than three at one time. His last one just moved out of state to get married, so it would be only you... at least for a little while."
"Does he ever do it in groups?" Alice probed.
"We are getting ahead of ourselves now," May said with a stern tone, "let's see if you qualify first." Grabbing a clipboard she started the questioning process. She asked about her education, her home life, any interests and goals she might have in her life. Then the questions began to become more and more personal. She asked about lingerie preference, how often she took showers, and about her sex life. Then the big question came, "what brought you here today?"
Alice bit her lip for a minute, "I... umm...," she shifted in her chair. "I would like to learn to control my emotions."
"How so?" May pressed.
"When I'm angry," she said, "or hurt over something..."
"How do you act?"
"I yell... sometimes... and I say snotty things to people around me." Alice looked at the floor.
"I see," May said, rising from her seat, "wait here."
Sitting alone in the small study, Alice suddenly felt stupid. Thisis so ridiculous, I don't even know these people. she was ready to grab her things and walk out when May returned. She had her follow her into a good-sized bedroom, where she set her things in a chair in the corner.
"Take off your pants and stand in the corner with your hands on your head, he will be with you shortly." May turned to leave.
"I don't get to meet him first?"
"No," May didn't even look back as she closed the door.
Alice slipped off her shoes and jeans, leaving on her knee-high socks for warmth. She went to the furthest corner in the room from the doorway and waited. Within no more than 2 minutes of her taking her place, she heard the door open. Stifling her desire to glance over her shoulder, she waited.
After a few heart beats she heard him move to the dresser and make his way to her. Feeling him almost upon her, she was surprised when a dark cloth fell across her eyes. She made a startled shout as it was secured behind her head. Reaching to the back of her head to undo it, she heard his voice.
"Take it off if you want to leave." His tone was matter of fact. He was not threatening and he was not unkind, the choice was hers. She hesitated, hands at her ears. "Very good," he said. Then taking her by the hand, he turned her around and lead her to the foot of the bed. Sitting her down, he sat beside her. "I spoke with May about the issues you are hoping to resolve. I think that this method may work for you. I assume that you know what we are going to do?"
Alice licked her lips and nodded.
"I need you to tell me. Say it out loud, so that I know that you understand."
Alice took a deep breath, "you are going to spank me," she whispered.
"Yes, that is correct. And when will the spanking be over?"
"When you decide... " she said with a breathy tone.
"That is right," he confirmed. "And should I decide to take down your panties?" He questioned further.
Alice licked her lips, she could feel her body warm and wet at his suggestion. She opeed her mouth to respond...
"What will you tell me?" He prodded her.
"Yes, Sir." She said quietly.
And with that he pulled her across his lap, adjusting her until her bottom was pointed as high as possible. He rubbed his hand across her plump bottom, caressing her cotton panties and cupping her cheeks. Suddenly, he dipped his hand between her legs and stroked her opening. Even though the cotton he could feel she was wet, and she let out a surprised squeak and shuttered at his touch.
"You are a very naughty girl," he told her, teasing her with the tips of his fingers. "You're turned on, aren't you?"
She said nothing, moaning softly at his touch. Smacking her ass suddenly with a full-strength spank, he asked her again, "aren't you?"
"Yes Sir!" She shouted.
"And do you think you deserve a reward?" He asked her.
"No, Sir"
"And if I say so?"
"...yes Sir?" She questioned.
"Yes!" *Spank* "Sir!" He responded, slapping down hard on her bottom several more times.
"Yes Sir!" She agreed, writhing over his lap.
"Very good," he said, standing her up, "panties down." She bit her lip. "Now!" He said, "and off with your shirt as well. You may keep your bra on."
Doing as he asked, she discarded her items onto the floor. Reaching up to her eyes, he caught her arm, "leave that on." He sat her on the bed and told her to lay back, then he spread her legs and blew softly across her opening. She moaned in response.
Touching her softly along her slit, she clenched her hands on the bed cover and arched her back. Biting her lip, she struggled to keep still beneath his touch. He cupped her pussy, leaving it there for a moment, trapping in the heat. He rubbed his hand back and forth lightly, moving from her butt toward her stomach and back again.
She could feel her heat building and she wiggled her hips, willing him to do more. Then he stopped rubbing. He let his hand rest over her, and she sighed in frustration. "Who is in charge here?" He asked her.
"You are... Sir" she squeaked out.
Then the first slap began. It wasn't hard, but the sensation was new. Again and again he slapped her pussy with his hand, building in speed and strength until she wiggled her hips to escape his touch. "Lie still," he demanded, continuing his assault. She struggled to keep still, moaning and squeaking at his slaps.
She could feel the warmth begin to grow between her legs. She started whispering, "no, no, no, no..."
"You will not say no to me," he insisted, "Yes Sir" he corrected her. She shook her head, struggling against it. "Yes Sir!" He repeated with authority. She bit her lip.
Flipping her over, he began wailing on her bottom. Focusing each blow on her sit spot, he bounced from cheek to cheek. She cried out beneath his heavy hand and he repeated to her "yes Sir!" She kicked and yelled, wiggling and bucking but he never let up.
Finally, she blurted it out, "yes, Sir."
"Again."
"Yes Sir!" She shouted.
"Again!" He commanded, "again and again until you mean it."
"Yes Sir!" She wailed, "yes Sir, yes Sir, yes Sir!" She chanted, yelping at every spank. "Yes Sssir!" She hissed as he spanked her sit spot over and over. "Yes Sir," she cried btween gritted teeth. "Yes Sir," she moaned as the spanking continued.
Finally, when her kicking had died down he flipped her over again. "Shall I spank your pussy?" He asked her, tracing the rim of her sore bottom with his finger. She shuttered.
"Yes sir," she responded with her jaw clenched tight. He ran his fingers over her slit, dipping inside to rub her clit.
"Do you like that?"
"Yes, Sir" she moaned.
He continued playing with her until her breath quickened. Then he cupped her opening and softly rubbed back and forth. She sighed in frustration. "Do you like when I tease you? When I don't let you finish?"
"Yes Sir," she whimpered.
"Good," he said, massaging her thigh close enough that her lips rubbed together over her clit. She arched her back and moaned, then he started spanking her pussy again. He spanked soft and rhythmic, speeding but never building in intensity. She wiggled and thrust her hips, breathing heavily. "What do you say?" He coaxed her.
"Yes Sir, yes yes yes, please Sir!" She sang.
Feeling her close to climax, he stopped. Kissing her swollen lips softly, he sent her to the corner. "I'll see you the day after tomorrow," he told her, "no relieving yourself before then. And I want you to keep a diary of all your misbehaviors. Bring it with you then."
Alice stood in the corner and pouted. She wanted so badly to touch herself and relieve her aching. But she stood in the corner, hands on her head, in only her bra, socks and blindfold.
... To be continued.
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Monday, August 11, 2014
Friday, August 1, 2014
A New Chapter
My oh my, where to begin?!
It's been several months (much longer than intended) but I am happy to report that I am back on the scene and with a blushing bum to boot! Its been a terribly busy summer, with several long-term house guests, and coming off of a crazy year of studies, performances, weddings, and the like... I just needed some down time.
Tomorrow I'm about to take a trip up north and I'm looking forward to the slower pace of things for a little bit. There are several things that I have been doing or preparing to do, and although it's difficult for me to walk away mid-project, it will be good for me.
So... where do I start??
Let's dig right in with the good stuff! =D
Kind of amazing that we have gotten this far, but here we are. We have talk about wedding plans, but as it sits we're both too broke and busy to do much else than dream for the moment.
To be honest, things have been a bit rocky lately and I wasn't sure how much we'd be "celebrating", let alone talking... it's more from my end than his (yeah, yeah, big surprise), but I finally sat down and thought about things and came to a very different realization than I expected. And when I realized what I saw going on, I wrote him a letter and sent it to his email for him to process. What was lacking in our relationship, you ask? Respect.
Now this is a new topic for us... funny, given how powerful that word relates to the BDSM world... but it is. In the past we've had complications about sharing how we feel, showing love in the right ways, making time for one another. But more recently I started to feel a real resentment for him building, and that's when I realized what was going on: I was reacting to what I perceived as disrespect or lack of consideration, by brushing him off with rudeness, silence and disrespect.
So I told him what I thought... how I felt, and what I thought might help: Weekly Sessions.
Now I know that planned out sessions haven't exactly "worked" for us for one reason or another, but we DO have the scheduling down for once and we BOTH agreed that this would help with our current problem.
So... today... I received the First of our (long-overdue) Spanking Sessions!
Ouch!
Boy did he ever listen to me!
After our first discussion I sent him a "spanking guide" complete with a breakdown of how each tool we have feels when used, my recommendations on when to use each implement (as warm-up, for punishment, etc.), and other areas he had control over (wardrobe, length of session, positions)... after all, its been a while.
And honestly, after realizing what I did... I really felt like I deserved a full-out, red bottomed crying session.
Things didn't get that far today...
After all, it was our anniversary... and our first time back in the saddle. But I'm hopeful that we'll get there eventually. Lord knows I deserve it.
However, he did pay attention to my requests and much of our session looked a bit like this:
But it was more at THIS angle...
It's been several months (much longer than intended) but I am happy to report that I am back on the scene and with a blushing bum to boot! Its been a terribly busy summer, with several long-term house guests, and coming off of a crazy year of studies, performances, weddings, and the like... I just needed some down time.
Tomorrow I'm about to take a trip up north and I'm looking forward to the slower pace of things for a little bit. There are several things that I have been doing or preparing to do, and although it's difficult for me to walk away mid-project, it will be good for me.
So... where do I start??
Let's dig right in with the good stuff! =D
Today is (or was, as it is now past midnight) our 3-Year Anniversary!!!
Kind of amazing that we have gotten this far, but here we are. We have talk about wedding plans, but as it sits we're both too broke and busy to do much else than dream for the moment.
To be honest, things have been a bit rocky lately and I wasn't sure how much we'd be "celebrating", let alone talking... it's more from my end than his (yeah, yeah, big surprise), but I finally sat down and thought about things and came to a very different realization than I expected. And when I realized what I saw going on, I wrote him a letter and sent it to his email for him to process. What was lacking in our relationship, you ask? Respect.
Now this is a new topic for us... funny, given how powerful that word relates to the BDSM world... but it is. In the past we've had complications about sharing how we feel, showing love in the right ways, making time for one another. But more recently I started to feel a real resentment for him building, and that's when I realized what was going on: I was reacting to what I perceived as disrespect or lack of consideration, by brushing him off with rudeness, silence and disrespect.
So I told him what I thought... how I felt, and what I thought might help: Weekly Sessions.
Now I know that planned out sessions haven't exactly "worked" for us for one reason or another, but we DO have the scheduling down for once and we BOTH agreed that this would help with our current problem.
So... today... I received the First of our (long-overdue) Spanking Sessions!
(Image found on "google search"...)
Ouch!
Boy did he ever listen to me!
After our first discussion I sent him a "spanking guide" complete with a breakdown of how each tool we have feels when used, my recommendations on when to use each implement (as warm-up, for punishment, etc.), and other areas he had control over (wardrobe, length of session, positions)... after all, its been a while.
And honestly, after realizing what I did... I really felt like I deserved a full-out, red bottomed crying session.
Things didn't get that far today...
After all, it was our anniversary... and our first time back in the saddle. But I'm hopeful that we'll get there eventually. Lord knows I deserve it.
However, he did pay attention to my requests and much of our session looked a bit like this:
(Image found on Pinterest)
But it was more at THIS angle...
(Image found on Pinterest)
And it Ended even better...
(Image from: www.sexypositions.net)
And Sir got some sexy time too.... ;)
It was a wonderful afternoon together.
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Ouch!
Well ladies and gentlemen...
...after 14 weeks and a few days I FINALLY got a spanking!
Thirdly, I was ANYTHING but submissive... I wiggled, I giggled, I called out, and one time I even "told" him I was "running away" (from his spanking)...
All and all, it was a lot more like this:
But it was exactly what I needed.... for about the LAST 13 and a half weeks. ;)
...after 14 weeks and a few days I FINALLY got a spanking!
(Photo from Archives... I'm sure I've used this one before, but I really like it.)
And I can tell you, much like yoga when I take a break, my body was NOT up for the challenge. In my head I thought, "I know exactly what this will feel like... and it will be sexy, and just what I need."
And it WAS what I Needed... but NOTHING like I expected.
First, no warm-up...
we don't usually do that, but we were worried about time. And I think J knows that its a good way to snap me out of my nervous joking and more into a submissive state.
(Photo Archives)
Second, my bum did NOT expect it to actually hurt. No idea what it was thinking, but there was no "this is just like riding a bike" experience here...
(Photo Archives)
Thirdly, I was ANYTHING but submissive... I wiggled, I giggled, I called out, and one time I even "told" him I was "running away" (from his spanking)...
All and all, it was a lot more like this:
(http://imgur.com/r/Spanking/P5rpTQz)
But it was exactly what I needed.... for about the LAST 13 and a half weeks. ;)
Thank you, Sir. May I have another?
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Wednesday, September 11, 2013
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?"
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.
"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)
Monday, August 19, 2013
Monday, August 12, 2013
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
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?"
He removed my panties himself, and I crawled over his lap for further spanking."To please you... I need for this to not be my decision. I need to not be in charge..."
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...
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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.
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!
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Learning to Let Go
This poem was inspired by a recent conversation between Sir and I, where we had discussed the "pressures" of the DD lifestyle, and the "spanking dynamic" of dominance and submission.
We have often talked about his side of things... whether from his side, or my feelings on how he should act while "in the act" of things... but I realized, during this last debate, that my struggles with submission had never really been talked about in relation to us having a session.
After stating my feelings on the act of submission (like how his tone of voice has the ability to awaken a STRONG resistance in me) I sat and thought about things a bit more...
Its hard not to "top from the bottom". Its not that I want to control the outcome of the situation (lack of control is Actually what I'm trying to find) but trust is not so easily found within such a vulnerable circumstance. Very often I can feel bulldozed and bullied by his requests. I can feel overlooked, in a way, even though I am the focus of our little rendezvous. And although I want to present myself and my actions as a gift to him, it seems at times like my offerings are taken rather than received.
These words are simply a artistic presentation of the emotions and experiences of a naturally dominant woman, as she tries to find comfort within submission...
Learning to Let Go
Initially I'm confident - I tease and prod and play,
but nervousness creeps up my neck as we make our way -
down the hall and to to the room where we have made the plans we chose.
Very quickly I am nervous, and my brazen nature goes.
In the corner I am standing and I will not meet your eyes,
meek and bashful as I wait there, hoping you will compromise.
Skip the talking and the questions, and the actions and requests...
As the scene plays out, I'm fighting every urge to shout protests.
Very slowing, with intensity, you strip me of my clothes,
my protection and my walls, until before you I'm exposed.
But you are not quick to re-cover, or to shelter what you own,
overwhelmed by my emotions... I am distant and alone.
You may touch me while I'm standing - bittersweet it feels, if so,
I melt into your intrusion, but I'm fearful you won't go -
to the duties we are here for, to the part I really crave.
So I try to show some patience, not to rush you, to behave.
If you question me I'm dying, please release me from this place...
can't we talk once this is over, across your lap where I feel safe?
And by now I've showed in protest, resistant pauses and small sighs,
that I'm ever more than ready to be draped over your thighs.
So you take me to position, pulling me with strength and ease,
shifting me until my bottom is uplifted, as to seize -
every smack that I have coming, every spank that you desire,
till my breath has turned to panting and cheeks burn as if on fire.
As you spank me, I grow closer, and I offer myself up;
rising high to meet each strike, and spreading wider as you cup -
underneath me. I moan softly, begging for your every touch,
each caress draws out a shiver, as my hands search out to clutch...
...at the sheets spread out around me, and I pray that you won't stop.
Tease me, spank me, till I'm ready - or when tears begin to drop.
Make me hot and red and raw for you, a girl to serve you well.
Use the rhythm of your hands, to erase the thoughts that dwell -
The thoughts that tell me that I can't, and won't - submission is too hard.
Keep me hanging on the edge of pain, until I can discard...
every brick from every wall I build, prideful words that underscore -
my resistance to be taken...
...to admit that I am yours.
August 2013
We have often talked about his side of things... whether from his side, or my feelings on how he should act while "in the act" of things... but I realized, during this last debate, that my struggles with submission had never really been talked about in relation to us having a session.
After stating my feelings on the act of submission (like how his tone of voice has the ability to awaken a STRONG resistance in me) I sat and thought about things a bit more...
Its hard not to "top from the bottom". Its not that I want to control the outcome of the situation (lack of control is Actually what I'm trying to find) but trust is not so easily found within such a vulnerable circumstance. Very often I can feel bulldozed and bullied by his requests. I can feel overlooked, in a way, even though I am the focus of our little rendezvous. And although I want to present myself and my actions as a gift to him, it seems at times like my offerings are taken rather than received.
These words are simply a artistic presentation of the emotions and experiences of a naturally dominant woman, as she tries to find comfort within submission...
Learning to Let Go
Initially I'm confident - I tease and prod and play,
but nervousness creeps up my neck as we make our way -
down the hall and to to the room where we have made the plans we chose.
Very quickly I am nervous, and my brazen nature goes.
In the corner I am standing and I will not meet your eyes,
meek and bashful as I wait there, hoping you will compromise.
Skip the talking and the questions, and the actions and requests...
As the scene plays out, I'm fighting every urge to shout protests.
Very slowing, with intensity, you strip me of my clothes,
my protection and my walls, until before you I'm exposed.
But you are not quick to re-cover, or to shelter what you own,
overwhelmed by my emotions... I am distant and alone.
You may touch me while I'm standing - bittersweet it feels, if so,
I melt into your intrusion, but I'm fearful you won't go -
to the duties we are here for, to the part I really crave.
So I try to show some patience, not to rush you, to behave.
If you question me I'm dying, please release me from this place...
can't we talk once this is over, across your lap where I feel safe?
And by now I've showed in protest, resistant pauses and small sighs,
that I'm ever more than ready to be draped over your thighs.
So you take me to position, pulling me with strength and ease,
shifting me until my bottom is uplifted, as to seize -
every smack that I have coming, every spank that you desire,
till my breath has turned to panting and cheeks burn as if on fire.
As you spank me, I grow closer, and I offer myself up;
rising high to meet each strike, and spreading wider as you cup -
underneath me. I moan softly, begging for your every touch,
each caress draws out a shiver, as my hands search out to clutch...
...at the sheets spread out around me, and I pray that you won't stop.
Tease me, spank me, till I'm ready - or when tears begin to drop.
Make me hot and red and raw for you, a girl to serve you well.
Use the rhythm of your hands, to erase the thoughts that dwell -
The thoughts that tell me that I can't, and won't - submission is too hard.
Keep me hanging on the edge of pain, until I can discard...
every brick from every wall I build, prideful words that underscore -
my resistance to be taken...
...to admit that I am yours.
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Needing a Hand
Yesterday was a bust. The day was long for both of us in different ways. We both pushed where we shouldn't have, and we both payed for it.
I don't regret standing up to him... all too often I allow him to justify the reasoning behind what he had intended to do or say, or come across. But last night I felt tired of being hurt, and sick of being apologized to. (Not that he does it all the time)
But that doesn't mean that I was nice either...
There were some saving graces. We didn't argue the whole night. He stayed longer than planned and we cuddled on the couch for a bit. But the night ended with a flare of frustration and distance between us (I'd like to thank the academy...)
So now things are at this quiet standoff. The energy between us is almost palpable, even though he is no where near me, and it feels like when it breaks... a storm will hit.
I just want to be past this.
I wish I could find a way to show him respect without feeling like it make me small, overlooked and unappreciated. I want to show him that I will always honor his position, and NOT have that feel like a dig at my pride...
I just can't seem to do it. I'm so wrapped up in how easily he can effect me, that I can't even touch the concept of how I effect him.
...I don't want him to spank me.
I don't want him to call me out on the things I said that were disrespectful, even if I was coming from a place of feeling disrespected the time. I don't want to apologize for what "at the time" felt rather justified. Well YOU were mean, so it's MY turn...
But I really don't want this d i s t a n c e between us.
I can't get past the stubborn side of my pride to even see how he cares about me. One misstep and I close up. Admittedly, it feels like more than a "whoops" when he does something like that without thought to my feelings... but I can't even climb over this wall, let alone tear it down. I am well hidden behind my castle, completely impenetrable.
I don't want this.
He doesn't deserve this.
We neeed to fix this.
I need one of those awful, stupid, uncalled for,totally deserving spankings. (sigh)
I don't regret standing up to him... all too often I allow him to justify the reasoning behind what he had intended to do or say, or come across. But last night I felt tired of being hurt, and sick of being apologized to. (Not that he does it all the time)
But that doesn't mean that I was nice either...
There were some saving graces. We didn't argue the whole night. He stayed longer than planned and we cuddled on the couch for a bit. But the night ended with a flare of frustration and distance between us (I'd like to thank the academy...)
So now things are at this quiet standoff. The energy between us is almost palpable, even though he is no where near me, and it feels like when it breaks... a storm will hit.
I just want to be past this.
I wish I could find a way to show him respect without feeling like it make me small, overlooked and unappreciated. I want to show him that I will always honor his position, and NOT have that feel like a dig at my pride...
I just can't seem to do it. I'm so wrapped up in how easily he can effect me, that I can't even touch the concept of how I effect him.
...I don't want him to spank me.
I don't want him to call me out on the things I said that were disrespectful, even if I was coming from a place of feeling disrespected the time. I don't want to apologize for what "at the time" felt rather justified. Well YOU were mean, so it's MY turn...
But I really don't want this d i s t a n c e between us.
I can't get past the stubborn side of my pride to even see how he cares about me. One misstep and I close up. Admittedly, it feels like more than a "whoops" when he does something like that without thought to my feelings... but I can't even climb over this wall, let alone tear it down. I am well hidden behind my castle, completely impenetrable.
I don't want this.
He doesn't deserve this.
We neeed to fix this.
I need one of those awful, stupid, uncalled for,
Thursday, July 18, 2013
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.
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 had forgotten until that moment just how "open" nudity felt when bent over his knee....
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.
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
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