There was something vaguely familiar about the man who pulled his weather beaten Pathfinder to the side of the road, leaning over to open the passenger side door for her. It wasn’t the clothing – he wore a white dress shirt and paisley tie, dark suit pants, and suspenders. It wasn’t his dark hair, which was slicked back from his handsome face. No, he looked like a GQ model, all chiseled features and stylish wardrobe and locks – nothing like what she was used to. But there was something about the faded-denim eyes, something familiar about the crinkles there, the warmth with which he looked at her. Something, too, about the smile he tried to hide when she thanked him for the ride, explaining in an embarrassed rush how she couldn’t have called her husband, Levi, to come and get her, because he’d be livid when she told him that not only had she let the car run out of gas, but she’d also forgotten (yet again) to charge her cell phone.
Zella glanced nervously at the handsome man as he drove. “So, thanks a lot. You saved my butt.” Quite literally, she added mentally.
There it was again – that half smile, quickly stealing over his face, and then just as fast, it was gone. His gaze flickered over to her. “Well, you’re welcome. But maybe in the future, you might want to follow your husband’s advice... it might help avoid any similar inconveniences.”
She nodded. “Absolutely. Believe me, I’ve already resolved to do just that.” She peeked at him out of the corner of her eye and watched him shake his head at her.
“I’m Zella, by the way,” she said, turning in her seat and give him a bright, friendly grin.
“Connor. Nice to meet you.”
“Same here.” She turned back, facing forward again, realizing that she was nervous, and not just because she was in a strange car with a strange man. No, it had more to do with the fact that this particular man was so hot... Well, he nearly made her forget all about her husband. And after fifteen years of marriage, that was sort of a hard thing to do.
“Where you headed?”
“Um... If you could drop me off in Coleman, that would be great. I can walk home from Main Street.”
“I’ll do you one better,” he promised, sending her a sexy smile. “Door to door service.”
She knew she shouldn’t let him do that. He seemed nice, but it was bad enough to catch a ride from a stranger; it would be even worse, if she allowed him to drive her right up to her front door. She knew that her husband would spank her into next week if he even knew she had contemplated it.
“Main Street’s just fine,” she insisted. “I have to stop at the post office for the mail, anyhow. Thanks, though.”
A few moments passed by in uncomfortable silence. Zella watched the passing scenery from her window, pretending an interest she didn’t feel.
“You know,” he said suddenly, his tone conversational. “If you were my wife, and you pulled a stunt like this – letting your car run out of gas, neglecting to charge your cell phone, and then hitching a ride in a stranger’s car to avoid telling me about it – I’d make damn sure you didn’t do any of it ever, ever again.” He looked up from the road and speared her to the seat with his gaze. “Want to hear how?”
Zella swallowed, and the action made a loud, embarrassing noise in the otherwise silent car. “How?” she squeaked.
An evil smile – there was no other way to describe it – appeared on his beautiful face. Holding her gaze for just a moment longer, he said, “I’d blister your little bottom for you.”
Calmly, he returned his attention to the road.
Zella’s mouth hung open at his announcement. She stared openly at him. Leave it to her to get picked up by some weirdo. Well, of course, that was the very reason people didn’t hitchhike – it could be dangerous.
I should get out of the car, she thought briefly. If he thinks I should be spanked, who knows what other loopy ideas he might get...
They were approaching a red light, and she quickly planned a getaway in her head. They were in a crowded area. There were a lot of other vehicles and pedestrians around to help her if she needed them to.
But when the Pathfinder rolled to a stop, she sat as still as a stone in the passenger seat. Not one muscle moved. She let her chance for escape disappear because her heart was pounding like mad in her chest – and not in fear. She was excited. She could feel her nipples, taut and hard, straining against her bra and the fabric of her blouse. And her panties... oh, God, they were suddenly so wet.
“What do you think about that?” he asked. He glanced up from the road to look at her, and Zella had the feeling that he already knew exactly what she thought. That he already knew what scenes were running through her head, and just how inexplicably turned on she was by them.
She folded her arms over her chest and frowned at him. “I think you’re sick,” she declared reproachfully. “What kind of man does that to a woman?”
He chuckled. “The kind who doesn’t want his woman to get herself hurt.” His face sobered, and when he looked at her, she again had that unsettling feeling that he knew her thoughts, and more... that he knew everything there ever was to know about her. “Some ladies respond very well to it, you know. Some even like it a little.”
Zella realized she was hugging herself, as if she was trying to hold herself together, trying to avoid screaming that she was one of those girls. He chuckled again, and she knew that he could tell. But he didn’t say another word. They drove on in silence for another few minutes. There were only about five more miles until they reached the center of town. Zella was both relieved and disappointed that the trip would be ending so soon.
Then suddenly, he veered off the road, turning sharply into the parking lot of a hotel. Zella’s heartbeat picked up, racing hard and fast, when he parked the car in front of the hotel office.
She glanced at him nervously. “W-w-what are you doing?”
He met her eyes and held them for a few heart-thudding seconds. “Stay right here,” he instructed in a low tone. “Wait for me right here.”
She watched as he got out of the car and walked into the little office. Her heart was still slamming around inside her chest, as if it was the only part of her body with any sense, trying to escape. She sat as motionless as a statue, listening to the loud, uneven sound of her own breathing.
There was a big window, and she could see the entire transaction that was taking place at the front desk. Connor had fished a credit card from his wallet, and the clerk was scanning it through her machine. A moment later, after signing the credit card receipt, Connor was given a key card, and he then turned and started back outside to the Pathfinder.
Zella knew she was staring at him when he got back into the car, but she couldn’t stop herself. Her gaze traveled from his face to the key in his hand, and her mind reeled with the possible implications it might involve.
Don’t get crazy, she tried to reason with herself. Maybe he just wanted to check into his hotel before he dropped me off in town. Maybe it’s all just as harmless as that...
Then he drove them over to the far side of the hotel and pulled into a space in front of one of the lower level rooms. He looked over at her and said quietly, “Get out of the car.”
She stared at him as if he’d suddenly sprouted two heads. “No!” The word came out in a horrified whisper, not the clear and defiant shout of refusal she’d meant it to be.
He met her gaze for what felt like a very long time, and gradually she felt her resolve crumbling. She couldn’t help but glance away. It was simply impossible to keep looking into those implacable eyes.
He surprised her by getting out of the car, without another word. At first, she thought that he might have simply decided to leave her alone, and she knew an odd, sharp feeling of disappointment. This was short-lived, however; because instead of going up to the room alone, he came around to her door. Before she had a moment to react in any way, he had wrenched open the door and was standing in front of her, his arms folded disapprovingly over his wide chest.
“I am only going to say this once more,” he told her flatly, his eyes boring into hers. “Get. Out. Of. The. Car.”
Zella gulped. This man was not playing around.
She wanted to scramble out of the vehicle, but she was too nervous. Instead, she moved slowly, cautiously, sliding down out of the seat until her feet hit the pavement. Doing this, though, resulted in her body coming into unavoidable, torturous contact with Connor’s, since he was standing so close inside the open car door.
He was grinning by the time she stood up beside him. He chucked her playfully under the chin, and she blushed. “What a little tease you are,” he accused.
“I... I didn’t mean to –”
“Yeah, right.” He shook his head. “Come on. Come with me.” He grabbed her wrist and tugged her behind him, so she had little choice in the matter. It was either that, or make a scene trying to get free of him.
And, really, if she was honest with herself, she would have recognized that she didn’t really want to get free of him. But she wasn’t yet ready to admit to herself that she wanted him to spank her. She was only fully aware that she was drawn to him, despite all common sense or reasoning.
It suddenly occurred to her that maybe he’d brought her here for some reason other than a spanking... all sorts of possibilities swirled through her brain as she stood beside him while he swiped the key card through the reader. Or, perhaps, he’d brought her here to give her the spanking he thought she deserved, and to participate in a few other activities, too.
To her dismay, her sex throbbed in anticipation.
“Ladies first,” he offered, holding out an inviting hand in front of him once the door was open. Zella looked up at him with uncertain eyes, despite the fact that the core of her was still pulsing.
“Don’t make me carry you,” he warned in a low undertone. “It will be more pleasant if you walk inside on your own two feet.”
God, what was it about his husky threats that made her toes curl? She should have slapped him silly, she should have railed at him, cursed him, and told him where he could shove his orders. At the very least, she should have turned and marched away, going straight to the office to call her husband to come and pick her up.
But she didn’t. She pushed past him instead, once again finding that her body – this time her back and buttocks – had only enough room to brush up close and personal against his own. She thought she heard him stifle a groan, and she bit her bottom lip as a smile of triumph spread across her face.
The room was typically nondescript – beige walls, tan carpet, the usual generic landscape painting on the wall. The bed, though, sat like a living thing in the center of the room, glaringly present, making her think of things other than spanking that could occur there – if she wasn’t a faithful wife, of course.
She watched Connor stride purposefully to the window and close the drapes with deft movements. When he turned around to face her again, he was unbuttoning the cuff at his right wrist, and then he began rolling up that sleeve. His gaze stabbed her and he said, “Take off your jeans.”
There it was again, that telltale pulse in her loins. She stared at him for several moments, feeling the softening of her core, her face heating with the knowledge that not only was she going to allow him to spank her, but – God, help her – she was going to like it.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he cautioned, now working on his other shirtsleeve. “Do it now, or I will.”
A shiver coursed through her, and she briefly contemplated defying him further, just so that she could experience the thrill of having him strip her instead.
Eventually, she gave in, slowly unbuttoning her fly and skimming the jeans down past her hips and legs. She folded them with shaking hands and set them aside on the bureau. Her bare legs felt unsteady when she faced him, as if they wouldn’t hold her up much longer.
“Turn around,” he instructed gruffly. His arms were folded over his chest now, and she could see the muscular cords in his forearms and the fine, dark hairs that sprinkled his tan skin.
She couldn’t have ignored his command if she’d wanted to. On unsteady legs, she turned in a circle until her back was facing him.
“Stop right there,” he said. She paused awkwardly and stood still, feeling his gaze on her body. A moment later, he stepped up behind her, and she felt his fingers as they hooked inside the elastic band at the top of her panties. Then he was lowering them, jerking them hard and fast down her body until they pooled around her ankles.
She gasped as his hand pressed, flat and unmoving, on her bare backside. He leaned towards her, his mouth just inches from her ear. She could smell his breath – minty and sweet.
“I’m going to make your little bottom hot and red and itchy. I’m going to make it sting and hurt. I’m going to spank you until you’re kicking and pleading for me to stop. You’re going to be sore for days afterward, and you’ll think of me every time you move. You’ll remember this lesson, and you’ll know better the next time. You’ll know to face the music with your husband instead of taking your chances with a stranger.”
Her entire body was trembling with his words, and her bottom cheeks were clenched tightly under his hand. She was so wet, she was surprised that she wasn’t dripping onto the floor beneath her feet.
Zella saw a slow smile spread over Connor’s face. “You like this, don’t you?” he guessed, and her head snapped towards him in surprise. His smile spread at the truth he saw in her eyes. “You do,” he marveled. His blue gaze glimmered with humor. “I bet your little pussy is just pulsing and slick right now, isn’t it?”
She quickly looked away from him, flushing all the way to her toes. As if trying to answer for itself, said pussy throbbed and ached in response, but Zella’s mouth twisted tightly closed.
Connor grasped her chin in his hand and pulled her resolutely back to face him. “I asked you a question,” he reminded her, one eyebrow quirked in challenge.
Glaring at him, she spat out his answer. “Yes. All right? I do. I like this.” She jerked her chin out of his hand and looked defiantly away. “I like it a lot.”
He chuckled and the sound made her want to curl up tight against him. “Well,” he said jovially. “What are we waiting for, then? Come on!”
He grabbed her hand and pulled her roughly over to the bed. He all but flung himself down on the edge, upending her hard and fast over his lap in practically the same motion. Her panties flew across the room with the movement, and she was now totally bare from the waist down except for her socks and shoes.
Connor tucked her legs inside of his own, effectively preventing any kicking or scissoring before it even started. Then he wound his arm back and immediately let loose with a hard wallop, sending out a mighty SMACK!! into the room.
Zella gasped at the strength behind that one single swat. But before she even had a moment to react or to ready herself for the next one, he was already delivering it.
“Ow!” Zella complained loudly. She bucked her hips, trying ineffectively to shake off the pain.
“This is nothing, Zella,” Connor informed her calmly, providing her with another smarting spank. “Just imagine how much worse things could be.” WAP!! “I could have brought you here,” SMACK!! “to use you for something else.” CRACK!! “Or, I could have taken your money,” SLAP!! “and left you out in a ditch somewhere.”
He paused to pinch and cup her reddened cheeks, roughly rubbing his hands across them, and Zella listened to her rasping, ragged breathing. Her bottom felt like it was on fire, and he’d only given her, what, seven swats? His hand was easily as big and as hard as a paddle.
The respite didn’t last very long. The spanking started again, this time even faster than before. Connor concentrated all the swats on her sit spot, raining them down onto the same little band of space over and over again. In her mind’s eye, Zella could well imagine the darkening of that area of her skin, as each smack increased the sting and heat in her backside. It felt as though he spanked her there forever. She began to swing her hips from side to side and up and down, trying vainly to thwart his unerring aim. She heard herself gasping and grunting, making small cries of pain and distress.
“Never, never, never trust a stranger, Zella,” Connor was scolding her, using his swats to punctuate his words. “Just look at what trusting me has resulted in.”
Finally, finally, he paused again, manhandling her cheeks with rough rubs and pinches. Zella panted, exhausted, over his lap, trying to catch her breath, feeling the throbbing pulse of her heated backside. Despite the pain and indignity of her position, she was all too aware of how sexually excited she was. If Connor had flipped her over and mounted her, she would have welcomed him eagerly, and her body would have been more than ready to accept him.
“If I didn’t know better, I would swear that you were standing out on that roadside with your thumb out, just looking for someone to pick you up and take you to task,” he said. Zella could hear the hint of humor in his tone, and a smile tugged at her lips. He gave her a sharp slap in the center of her bottom. “Is that what you were doing out there, Zella, being a bad girl, hitchhiking for a spanking? Hmm?”
She cried out, as he smacked her again. “Oh!” She bit her lower lip, hissing as a second spank fell. She looked over her shoulder at him, and let the smile come to the surface. “Maybe...”
He stared at her for a moment as if in shock. But she saw the twinkle in his eyes. A moment later, he was pushing her up. “Stand up,” he ordered roughly. “It’s obvious to me that you need a much firmer lesson than the one I’ve been giving you so far.”
She stood up before him, her legs watery, holding her hot backside in both hands, and watched as he slowly stood up. Eyes locked on her, he unbuckled his black leather belt with deliberate motions, sliding it free of his pants with a low, hissing sound that sent a delicious shiver down her spine.
He held her gaze for a few heartbeats, then turned and stacked three pillows on the side of the bed that was closest to them. He indicated them with a nod of his head. “Climb up and over,” he said.
Her eyes were fixed on that length of black leather as she wordlessly obeyed. She folded herself over the pillows and allowed him to move her to his liking, taking naughty delight in the way it felt to be propped up in such an obscene manner before this handsome stranger. She was clearly on display for him, to be used in whatever manner he saw fit. There was very little – if any – say in the matter that belonged to her.
She turned her head towards him, to watch as he folded the belt in half and grasped the loose ends in his hand. Her pupils dilated at the sight of the looped leather, and she pressed her hips into the pillows, grinding against them sensuously. A tiny grin crossed her face when she saw him take notice of her hips, and she heard a gasp fall from his lips.
And then the whipping began. He knew how to wield the belt, where to strike, how to nip her right where her bottom was the most tender. She bit her lip to contain the cries at first, but that didn’t last long. Soon, she was singing out with each lash, gripping the bedspread beneath her in both hands. Her feet pummeled against the mattress, as her bottom went from dark pink to scarlet.
Yet, through it all, she never once scrambled away from him, even though he wasn’t holding her down anymore. She could have tried to get away, but she didn’t.
In fact, she did the exact opposite. She lifted her hips up towards the arc of the belt, making herself an even easier target. Each and every time, she presented herself for the next lick, never once cringing away from the leather.
And all along, she watched him with intense eyes that never wavered from him. She blinked only when the leather met her backside, allowing the motion to propel her forward, grazing her aching breasts against the mattress.
She was quaking with need, engulfed in a rush of endorphins by the time he was finished. Connor rethreaded his belt around his waist, looking down at her dazed expression. She could tell by the look in his eyes that, had he been a different man, he would have taken advantage of the situation.
“Well?” he asked half-heartedly, as if he already knew the answer to his question and was only going through the motions of asking. “Have you learned your lesson?”
She looked up at him with slanted, bedroom eyes. She arched her back higher, presenting her bottom like an invitation, personally engraved for him. “Sure,” she purred casually.
He shook his head at her. “Well, maybe not. But I bet you will now.” And with that, he snatched up her purse, snapping it open and fishing around inside.
“What are you doing?” she demanded, sitting back on her haunches and hissing as she did so. Her hands immediately went back to rub her tender skin.
“Ah-ha!” he exclaimed, pulling out her address book. He sent her a triumphant look, flipping through the pages until he found what he was looking for. “I’m calling your husband.”
She watched in wide-eyed horror as he used his cell phone to call the phone number from the book. It wasn’t as though it was hard to find – how many Levis did a typical person have in their address book, anyway? And since she was so lousy with phone numbers, she did have it listed, for instances just like today when the cell was dead, and she couldn’t just speed dial it.
Connor grinned at her and winked, then turned on his heel and walked out of the room, the phone still held to his ear.
It was only about ten minutes later when the door to the hotel room reopened. The man who entered looked a lot like Connor – some might even have sworn it was him, save for the subtle differences. This man wore worn blue jeans and a tattered flannel shirt over a white tee shirt. He had work boots on, and his hair was disheveled, as if he’d run his hands through it repeatedly. But something around the eyes, something about that smile, was reminiscent of Connor.
He locked eyes with Zella and shook his head at her. “You, missy, are in a heap of trouble,” he proclaimed.
“Hi, Levi,” she said with a shy smile.
He came up to her and moved her shielding hands away from her bottom, which was still red. He gave her sore seat a close once over. “Hmm. Not bad. But I see a spot that my alter ego missed... right here.”
He gave her a meaty clap of his hand, and she jumped up close against him.
“Oh, and here’s another spot he missed.” SLAP! “And another one, over here.” CRACK!!
Zella looked up at her husband, eyes dancing. “Yeah, well he missed another spot, too.” She pointed to her lips. “Right here.”
“Ahh... well, let me get right on that, then.”
Levi pulled her close, one hand curled around her hot bottom, the other cupping her face. He gave her an unhurried, lingering kiss, his tongue slowly easing inside her mouth to play with her own. When their lips parted, he looked her face over with care. “Hmm, here’s another spot, too.” He moved his lips down a few inches to feather against her neck. “Mmm. And another down here...”
Sometimes I wonder what could I have done to make things better....and then I wonder why it even matters to me. I have overcome a lot of things in my life, but sometimes you just get tired. Tired of trying, tired of sacrificing, tired of the mind games, and disappointments. Where does it say you have to settle for anything just to have a piece of something? I guess I have never really been one to settle. I believe I deserve to have what I want, and I am going to have just that. The last few weeks have been long, tiring, and mind-blowing, but yet I still stand. I walk with a limp now, because of my left knee. I see myself on a road to recovery.
To recover from all the things that have hurt me, betrayed me, abandoned me, took me for granted, used and disappointed me. The journey I foresee is one to regain the courage I have lost to some degree along the way, to heal my broken heart, and give clarity to my mind. Although, I don’t have an understanding to why some of the things happened like they did, with or without that closure, I still must rise above it all. Some things in life, can hurt you so bad, that they hurt you physically, as well. Some things affect your mind, your body, and your soul.i never thought I would hurt in this way, but when you let your guard down sometimes, you get caught-up in a world of bullshit....lol, but its up to you to bounce back, with that being said...I'm bouncing yal xoxoxoxo TyGrr
I've worked as a dog kennel attendant, dishwasher, bus boy, auto mechanic, free-lance musician, journalist, military musician in a combat zone, and college instructor. But in terms of stress, preparation, and physical/mental exhaustion nothing comes close to the times I've worked as a full time teacher and full time sub. For those who say it's a "part-time job," or describe it as "vacation time," they've obviously never been a teacher. You have to have the stage presence of Hugh Jackman, the intelligence of a Nobel laureate, the work ethic of Thomas Edison, the patience of a saint, and a heart of pure gold. You have to be prepared to buy your students materials when the county won't pony up the money. You also have to be very politically adept at working within a bureaucracy, a body that can thrive on self-preservation often at the expense of the individual teacher. My average days lasted 11 hours unless I had parent conferences, concerts, after-school rehearsals or any other event that kept me there well into the evenings. It takes a very special person to be a teacher, and they deserve every dollar they make.
I just wanted to say hello to everyone.. As I have been in a situation where my girl has a budging vertebras.. All discipline -i.e. Corporal punishment- has ended for some time...As well as our D/s lifestyle for a while--though she is eager to return....
She is having a spinal tap scheduled and a pain blocker shot either at or near the spine...
Last night my wife decided to give me my eight maintenance spanking instead of waiting for saturday to come.
She told me to get the spanking chair ready, place my nose in the corner and thinkabout the spanking I was going to get.
I was caught of guard and started arguing with her that it had not been more than 5 days since the last maintenance spanking and I did not have enough control to stop it. I knew in the back of my head that arguing with my wife about her deciding to give me a spanking was a bad idea, but I was far way down that track when I finally stopped arguing with her.
I knew I was going to pay the price big time for being disobedient towards my wife and I tried to apologize for not accepting her decision.
But it was way too late to save the situation for me, when my wife started giving me a very lenghty and stern scolding.
You know you I am in charge young man my wife scooded and how dare you question my decision to give you your maintenance spanking tonight.
My wife sounded very angry now and I was blushing deep red as she continued scolding and lecturing me. It sounds like I will have to be a lot stricter with you this time, since you can not seem to behave yourself young man my wife stated sternly. Maybe we should continue this maintenance spanking program for another three months, to see if that helps you be an obedient young man when I tell you to do something my wife scolded. Please no, please do not do that I begged my wife. I will be a good boy, I will behave myself and do what you tell me. Please I said with tears forming in my eyes allready.
Well then you better get going and and do as I told you my wife said sternly. Get the spanking chair out and place yourself in the corner while I get ready to spank you young man.
Yes Maam I said and quickly placed our spanking chair in the middle of the dining room and hurried into the corner and waited for my wife to call me over for my spanking.
I was scared and nervous about what had happened. On one side being spanked like a naughty little boy over my wifes knees really excites me and turns me on, but the thought of another three months of weekly maintenance spankings was scary to me because they always hurt and sting my bare bottom for a long time afterwards.
My wife then came out from the bedroom and came up close behind me. I heard her high heels as she walked across the room. She whispered in my ear. You are not going to sit comfortable for the next week when I get through with you young.then she took my hand and ran it up and down her legs. She was wearing her black leather pants and I was having a rock hard erection in no time. She took my wrist and led me out of the corner and over to the spanking chair.
On the seat was the dreaded wooden bathbrush and her short cane along with a wash cloth.
My wife placed the canes on the floor to the left of the spanking chair, took the bathbrush and washcloth and sat down. Placing the bathbrush in her leather clad lap my wife handed me the washcloth. I just stood there and looked puzzled at her. Now young man I am very angry with you and I am going to make sure you feel this spanking all week my wife said sternly. Then my wife unbottened my jeans and took them down to my ankles and followed up with pulling my underpants down as well. Having my erection on full display was embarrassing and I was beet red with shame. But just then my wife dropped a bomb.
Take this washcloth young mand and start masturbating. I really want you to feel this spanking and nothing is more painful, than having your bare bottom spanked after you have cum. So get going young man. For every second it takes you to cum, I will give you a stroke with the cane after your maintenance spanking would have been over.
Is that understood young man. Yes Maam I said and looked pleadingly at her.
I will start the clock in five seconds so get ready young man my wife said.
My wife started the clock and I went around to doing the business she told me to. It was sooo embarrassing to stand there in front of my leather clad wife and masturbate, while dreading the hard spanking I was going to recieve afterwards.
My wife did help along by smacking the wooden bathbrush against the palm of her hand, while telling me what a naughty little boy I was.
About a minute and twenty seconds later I managed to cum and fell to my knees.
Now get up young man and go and clean yourself my wife said sternly. I obeyed her and went to the bathroom, cleaned myself and came back into the livingroom where my wife was sitting on the spanking chair holding my handcufs.
I swallowed hard and walked over to her, knowing this was going to hurt and sting like never before.
Now you are all ready to recieve your maintenance spanking. Did you really think you could get away with such disobedience without getting punished for it young man my wife asked me?
No Maam I said, I do not know why I was so disobedient towards you and I am very sorry for not accepting your decision.
You WILL be very sorry by the time I stop spanking you tonight and send you back to the corner young man, I promise you that. Now come and stand on my right side my wife said. I did as she told me and watched as she locked my hands together in front of my with the handcufs.
This is going to hurt young man, but you have only yourself to blame for it my wife said and picked up the wooden bathbrush.
Over my knees right now young man my wife said sternly.
Obediently I did as I was told and placed myself over my wifes leather clad knees and waited for my wife to start spanking me.
It did not take long and the first impact of the wooden bathbrush stung greater than I have felt it for years. I was lost for words and breath when the second impact came and I really struggled to take the spanks my wife was giving me on my bare bottom.
My wife quickly settled into a rythm of a spank every second or so, alterning from my right to my left butt cheek.
I took her about half a minute to produce tears in my eyes and another half minute for me to start crying for real.
My god it hurt and stung. All the usual excitement I normally feel during a spanking over my wifes knees was gone and all I felt was pain and agony every time my wife landed the hard wooden bathbrush on my quickly reddening bare bottom.
After five minutes of non stop bare bottom spanking over my wifes leather clad knees, my crying had turned in to heart felt sobs and I was begging and pleading the best I could. I squirmed around on my wifes leather clad knees to avoid the sting of the bathbrush, but my wife held me firmly in place and continued to spank me very hard. I screamed and howled as my wife punished me over her knees, but nothing helped me though and she just kept spanking me. After what seemed like eternity, but was just ten minutes my wife finally stopped spanking me and put the wooden bathnrush down.
I was desperate for the sting in my bare bottom to go away and I was sobbing hard while my wife let me rest for a little while over her knees.
Now let this be a lesson to you young man my wife said sternly. Any disobedience will be punished very hard and I am going to make sure you behave yourself from now on. Hand me the short cane young man my wife said and took it from me when I reached back to give it to her.
Hold on now young man, this is really going to sting your bare bottom my wife said sternly and strated spanking me with the cane.
I shrieked in pain as the hard short cane impacted my allready red and sore bare bottom.
Tears were streaming down my cheeks and when my wife focused on my sitspots it all became to much for me and I started bwaling like a naughty little boy over my wifes knees.
It sounds like I am getting through to you young man my wife said sternly. I am going to make sure you remember this spanking, so we will not have a repeat of your naughty behavior again. Do you understand me young man?
Yes Maam I mumbled. Good then let me finish your spanking with a couple of dozen real hard sizzling spanks my wife said and began spanking me much harder.
God it stung and burned in my bare bottom. I had no more control or fight left in me and just collapsed over my wifes leather clad knees, blubbering my way through the spanking I knew I deserved.
Three dozen spanks later my wife stopped spanking me.
Now your spanking would have normally ended, but instead I will now give you the extra eighty spanks you earned yourself by misbehaving.
Then my wife gave me the aditional eighty spanks with the short cane and I was blubbering long before halfway through. There was no mercy from my wifes side. All eighty strokes were delivered slowly and very hard causing my bare bottom to blister and bruise deeply.
Once the additional spanks were given, I was told to stand up and march straight back to the corner and think about the consequenses of my misbehavior and how I was going to behave myself in the future. Sobbing and later crying first stopped half an hour later and I was given permission to go and clean my tear stained face.
gotta get up at 5am to make sure I'm ready by 1pm for my all girls campin trip with my daughters.... 1pm Fri - 11am Mon... then of course unpackin the van n putting everythin away but ill b back sometime on Mon... YIPEE this time tomorrow night ill b sittin round the campfire with my lovely beautiful girls for some much needed fun n relaxation.... have a great weekend everyone...
like I said.. dave n I talked about "us".. we both get off topic when talkin ... so parts of the convo went like this...
Me... I told u I would stay n I will cause I gave u my word but if I'm stayin one of two things r gonna happen.. ur gonna take care of me like u promised to when we first got together OR I'm gonna move into the other bedroom n we can live like room mates...
Him... no ur not movin into the other bedroom... what u want is a fantasy.. it doesn't work that way...
Me.. so what if I do? my fantasy doesn't include riches, the best house, the best car.. its what u promised me when we met .. to love me.. to take care of me.. to guide me... to spank/punish me when its called for.. to respect me... etc... so y cant I have my fantasy?...its not like u don't like to spank me...so tell me y I cant have what I want??... don't I take care of u? .. don't I practically wait on u hand n foot?... don't I make sure ur needs r taken care of?... don't I tend to u when ur sick? ask how ur day is? make sure u have good meals? help u in anyway I can?
Him... yes u do all that.. n yes u can have ur fantasy..
Me.. tell me what ur thinkin cause now ur all silent on me
Him.. I'm thinkin what a asshole ur hubby was to let u go.. I'm not gonna lose u lil girl..ur everythin ive always wanted and more...
Me.. then if u feel that way y r we in the situation we r in?..listen.. I know when I fuck up its ur decision to punish me how u see fit.. but I don't think its fair to punish without me knowin wtf I'm punished for n I feel u go overboard quite often n ur dangerous at times..
Him.. there u go tryin to tell me HOW to punish u..
Me.. no I'm not but comeon....u don't strike my bones with a wooden paddle... I never agreed to that at all EVER.. that's just plain not right...
Him.. baby... I do get carried away at times... u make me so mad sometimes...
Me... u make me mad too so does that mean I can grab a baseball bat n beat u in ur head with it?.. no cause u didn't agree to that....
another part of our convo was him tellin me I was getting a spankin before goin campin to remind me to be good n then he said hed have to spank me again when I get back cause he KNOWs I WONT b good lol..
anyways. ive got the van all packed up already cept for food drinks n a few smaller items... I am super excited n cant wait :)
oh he said to me... " maybe if things get better u wont think I'm such an asshole"".. I laughed n said "no ill still think ur an asshole but hopefully ull be more tolerable" lol
Daddy surprised me last night with news that he will be in town today on business. It's been such a long time. My heart is full knowing in a few hours I will find myself over Daddy's knee once again for first time in about a year. I've longed for & missed Daddy's loving firm hand. Daddy told me to expect a very sore bottom & not to be able to sit comfortably for several days. I've so missed going over Daddy's knee. He has always punished me lovingly & I know I need & deserve his discipline. I
I asked Daddy what he'd like me to wear & he told me it didn't matter as I'd be totally undressed & remain that way out entire time together. He also said to be prepared to spend much of our time across his lap or bent over his desk. He implied id be put over his knee in the backyard as well.
It's almost time to get ready & im so thrilled. Going to take a long relaxing bath to prepare for him.
It's been a while between meeting Director and having regular spankings, and my spankings with my last spanker. Probably about 18 months in fact. Maybe even 2 years. Anyway I had clearly forgotten that a well spanked bottom needs proper aftercare. I suddenly noticed the skin is dry and red. So... I seem to remember asking about this before when I was innocent and now I can't believe I have forgotten to do proper aftercare. So what does everyone recommend as spanking aftercare? I think last time I found a cocoa butter cream to slap on. Does anyone recommend anything else to keep the skin in tip top shape? I'm a bit disappointed as it will mean postponing our planned filming session until it looks peachy smooth again!
Just one more day til campin... I had a hard time sleepin last night.. Dave pulled me close n asked if he needed to spank me to make me go to sleep n I said " u don't have to but I sure won't turn it down" so he sat up n helped me across his lap... Once again not in any trouble so I got a very nice stingy hand spankin with lots of rubbin n probing until I was screaming n cumin hard ... Still didn't help me fall asleep tho lol
he wanted sex.... I flat out said "NO..if I don't get what I need n want from u.. u don't get what u need or want from me either".. so at last I had his attention...he said "u do know I could just take it" n I said "u do know I could just kick u in the balls".... I sat down n told him I wasn't gonna... could NOT keep livin like this.. ..we did alot of talkin... well i did alot of talkin ..in the end I ended up otk n got a lengthy hand spankin.... I wasn't in any trouble so it wasn't discipline... then I ended up over the ottoman n he used his wooden hand paddle that he made for me that says "Daddys hand"... he had on a 2 hr show n spanked me with it throughout EVERY commercial ...he wasn't striking very hard but lemme tell u.. a steady rhythm on my bare bottom with that paddle for sometimes 5 mins straight was quite stingy... then he spanked me just before bed too.. again not a serious one...... we talked today after work but I'm not gonna get into that right now