Winona and I had a pretty good relationship together where we also shared a healthy sex life. We even experimented with some playful spanking. We didn’t get into anything too serious, just some mild to moderate play that left her bottom pink and breathing heavy. It was all pretty mild and light hearted, that is till that one fateful day.
We got into this type of play because Winn saw that silly 50 shades of something or other movie and got all curious. She asked me to go down on her while watching one of the hotter scenes from the movie and I was more than happy to oblige. Truth is, I never need much of a reason to shove my face between her legs. She keeps herself nice and smooth for me and she looks like a juicy peach when she’s freshly shaven and I swear she tastes even better!
Where this all took an unexpected turn was when she joined me on a business trip out to the Bay Area of San Francisco. I won’t bore you with any details of my business as none of that is important. What is pertinent to the story happens after we were invited to dinner with my client and his wife after wrapping up our business and before flying home.
Now I don’t usually have a problem with Winn drinking and I certainly never dictate what she does. She is far too strong willed to tolerate anything like that and frankly it’s just not my style anyway. I just never anticipated her ever getting out of hand the way she did that night and I found myself thinking in a way I never imagined I would.
What ultimately ended up happening was I began to get uncomfortable with how much she was drinking that night, especially for this situation. After all, she was accompanying me at dinner with a client and not at some Jimmy Buffet concert. The more I tried to politely and subtly warn her, the more she got boisterous with me, even downright rude with me at times.
My client seemed understanding and I don’t feel it harmed my company’s business relationship with him but I was still very humiliated none the less. After I stood all I could stand I managed to tactfully end the evening with them and escort my disorderly girlfriend out to our rental car where things only seemed to get worse. I quickly realized that trying to reason with her was going to be useless until she sobered up.
By the time we reached our hotel she had passed out. I was too embarrassed to use the valet service so I parked the car myself. Thank goodness there was a parking garage where I could enter the hotel through a side entrance and wouldn’t have to walk her through the main lobby to access the elevators. After finally reaching our room I don’t think she even recalled the tension between us, but she was still fairly intoxicated and thankfully also tired.
So, I placed her in bed, pulled off her heels and covered her up. I didn’t even bother undressing her. I just wanted this night to be over. As I sat there on the couch watching her sleep, I thought up the most delicious plan for my wayward girlfriend to help her thoroughly understand the error of her ways.
This idea would certainly be difficult to pull off, and there would definitely be an element of risk involved, but she deserved my thought and planning on this one. Just like in real estate, the key to pulling this off was all about location, location, location! Well, that and timing. So, I pulled my laptop from my bag and got to work.
With a little help from Google Maps and the local commuter train schedule from B.A.R.T. I got to work. This scheme also required a little scouting escapade as well, so I grabbed my keys, threw my shoes back on and headed back out to the car. Even with as advanced as Google Maps satellite imagery is, you can never trust it to be current, so off I went to investigate.
I thankfully didn’t have to be out too late to find what I was looking for and I was back to our room and into bed before 2am. Winn was right where I left her and I don’t think she even moved an inch. In no time I was off to sleep despite the anticipation I was feeling about the morning.
I was sure to set the alarm early so I had extra time to carry out my plan with my blissfully unaware sweetheart. Being she didn’t have a grasp of where we were or the schedule we were on made my task easy to carry out. She didn’t even ask about the B.A.R.T. scheduling notes I had written down and sitting on the console between us.
It all changed once I pulled off this little side road we were on and began climbing a narrow, gravel, access road up toward the train tracks. When she asked where I was going, I began to speak to her in an authoritative tone I never used with her before. I suppose she could instantly see I meant business because she immediately became very quiet and attentive.
With wide eyes she watched as I put the vehicle in park and slightly spun to look her straight in the eye. I then very soundly began to remind her of her behavior from the previous evening. I could tell she was a bit foggy, but she was also terribly embarrassed and her face went flush and she had difficulty keeping eye contact with me.
Instinctively I scolded her for looking down. In that moment I just knew she deserved nowhere to hide and I could tell it made her terribly uncomfortable but she complied. I could see it strained her to do so, but she did as I commanded. I meant business with her like I never have before and it was obvious she could see this clearly.
Finally she asked what all of this had to do with why we were having this discussion in this desolate location where I barked it was because it was not to be desolate for much longer and got out of the vehicle. As I walked around the front of the car I could see the confusion and nervousness in her eyes through the windshield. She held my gaze all the way until I got around to her side and opened her door.
Without a word I took her by her arm and gently but firmly pulled her to her feet. I never let go of her arm when I pulled her clear of the door and closed it behind her and escorted her to the front of the car. I then stood there and began to lecture her on how badly she embarrassed me in public in front of my client where I could read on her face how completely puzzled she was that we were having this awkward conversation in this strange location.
Looking at my watch I saw it was finally time for the highlight of our encounter to begin. As I pulled her closer, I raised my leg and placed my left foot on the front bumper of the car. In one swift motion, I lifted my confused girlfriend up off her feet and draped her body across my knee. She shouted out and asked me what in the living hell did I think I was doing where I ignored her and simply flung her pretty little flowery summer dress up and over her back and quickly whisked her panties straight down to mid-thigh.
This was no game to me this time and I was set to teach her a firm lesson, so I began to lay it on hard and heavy. She yelled and screamed from the very first swat and almost went into a plank position across my knee. I stopped momentarily to reprimand her to settle back down into position or her disobedience would only make the already awful situation even worse. She must have believed me because she immediately complied and relaxed her body enough to achieve a satisfactorily submissive posture.
It must have been understandably uncomfortable for her, dangling in the air with her head hanging low, nowhere to brace either her hands or her feet, and her naked bottom pointing to the sky. I’m sure the fact I was applying my large, flat, calloused hand to her bare flesh made it that much worse for her. All this was evidenced in her howls and struggle to remain in the required position without reaching back to protect her assaulted butt. I would occasionally catch a glimpse of her motioning as if she would reach back, or begin to rise up a bit, but she would seem to catch herself and return as I wanted her.
This all changed as she heard the morning train approaching. I could tell she was looking under my leg to see if her nightmare was true and she suddenly tried to shoot up off my knee where she was only met with my forearm to hold her in place and a rapid volley of swats with the command to fold back down and take her medicine like a big girl. It must have been absolute murder for her to obey knowing her ordeal was about to be shared publically, but she begrudgingly lowered her head once again and I could hear a low groan of embarrassment as she did.
What she didn’t realize at the time was there was a passenger deck directly across from where her spanking was being carried out. It also didn’t help that the train engineer blew the horn as he approached the stop, painfully reminding her that this was no private affair. I kept laying down her swats, smooth and steady, turning her bottom a deeper shade of red as I did.
I really wasn’t paying as much attention to the passengers on the train as I was my girl’s lovely bottom until she shrieked that some of the passengers were taking pictures with their cell phones. I looked up and sure enough she was right. Some people were looking back and forth at one another with snickers on their faces while a few of the women looked obviously sympathetic to Winn’s plight. I could see the look of arousal on one woman’s face though, just as the train began to pull away. Frankly I’m surprised the engineer didn’t step out of his control booth and walk back a few cars to finish watching her chastisement.
I wasn’t as worried about the pictures as Winn obviously was as I was foreseeing enough to wear a ball cap and sunglasses while aiming her bottom directly broadside the train so as to hide her face from the crowd and conceal our identities enough. It also helped knowing we were far from home in a foreign city. I was even wise enough to cover the front license plate the night before by sticking a wet napkin to it, just in case.
As soon as the train departed I raised Winn up off my knee and began to walk her back to her side of the car. She tried to reach down to pull up her little panties but I quickly swatted her butt and told her firmly to leave them where they were. She looked over her shoulder at me with these puppy dog eyes and I just raised an eyebrow and she didn’t argue. I sat her in the car and hurried to my side to make our getaway. If anyone called the authorities we only had a short time to get out of the area.
With tears still in her eyes, she asked me to please explain why I spanked her in that most ungracious manner. I replied that the answer should be obvious to her from the lecture I had given her before and the scolding throughout her spanking. However, for clarification sake I explained in more detail. Basically it was all about an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, embarrass me in public and I shall happily return the favor.
She began to cry anew at what I can only assume was guilt and shame at her behavior. I then reached over and gently took her chin in my fingers and guided her face to look at me once again, this time with much kinder eyes where I offered reassurance of my love for her. I went on to explain how this was all behind us now and she was in my good graces. I was sort of surprised to see her smile back and almost expected her to be angry with me at the whole incident.
I was even more surprised when she undid her seatbelt and slid over to grab ahold of my trousers where she found me still fully aroused. Her eyes seemed to almost light up and she began to work on freeing me from my encasement. All of the sudden I saw a different look in her eye that I never saw before. I always knew she loved and respected me, but she had a whole new look of adoration on her face.
Without another word, she slowly eased down, keeping eye contact with me the entire time and placed me in her warm mouth. I could barely focus on the task of driving as she lovingly worked her magic. It is strange, but I swear it felt like the first time all over again. There was this electricity storming throughout my entire chest and I almost felt like I was going to float away!
By this time we were in the interstate heading for the airport and I had to pull off on the emergency shoulder before I crashed. Once the car was safely in park I noticed her panties were still around her knees. I couldn’t help but reach over and slide my hand under her skirt to grab ahold of her amazing butt. I couldn’t believe the heat still radiating off her skin and it excited me to the point I could no longer hold back. Being the gentleman, I kindly gave her the proper warning before exploding where she caringly made sure to take it all in.
I wanted to take her right then and there! This girl was amazing and I loved her like crazy! Sadly we had a schedule to keep and getting arrested on the side of the highway so far from home just wasn’t on the agenda. With a sigh on my lips and love in my heart, I shifted back into drive, checked my mirror and hammered the fuel pedal and merged back into traffic.
Winn looked over at me as she sat back up and replaced her seatbelt and meekly asked me if she could please put her panties back in place where she also added a sir at the end on the question. That was the first time she called me sir, but not the last. I said in a semi-serious ton to leave them where I placed them which brought a wicked smile to her face that I don’t recall seeing before. This was turning ot to be a day of firsts and I was loving it!
I couldn’t help but reach over and place a hand on her knee. Slowly I slid up her soft thigh until I found her moist, bare lips waiting for me. She instantaneously began to writhe and moan. I have never seen her climax so fast or so hard. Her shrieks were deafening inside the closed in vehicle as we cruised down the highway toward our exit.
Not only that, she caught the attention of a couple in a car next to us and the driver was sure to keep pace as he and his girl looked on with smiles on their faces. Who would have known, but it turns out I’m a bit voyeuristic. Winn didn’t notice the couple as her eyes were in the back of her head at that moment, right where I like ‘em!
I didn’t tell Winn to replace her panties to their original upright position until we pulled into the car rental agency at the airport. I could still smell her excitement as she pulled them up and under her skirt. She looked so amazingly hot in that moment with her flushed cheeks as she winced the moment her sexy undergarment slid across her freshly battered cheeks.
I made up my mind then and there that I was going to spend the rest of my life with this girl. Six weeks later I proposed and she cried as I placed that ring on her finger. She still drinks a little too much every now and then. She even stops once in a while after I give her that familiar look, but only once in a while. Hey, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. As her loving husband, I’m more than happy to remind her of the consequences of her actions. That’s just the kind of guy I am.
Note from the Author: This piece is a work of fiction. I typically prefer to write and share my life experiences. However, this is a fantasy I have wanted to act out but sadly haven’t found the opportunity to present itself to do so. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll revise this with the facts of a true encounter. With me, it wouldn’t be a complete surprise!
You were something like my saturated daydreams
Ideas always spinning,never moving
Full of smoke and little whisperings of nothing
Your lips mapped the constellation of my sighs
You were something like a suffocating nightmare
All twisted sheets and gasping out for more air
So full of bad intentions but so damn good I swear
My nights spent drowning in the currents of your highs
You were something like the never-ending searching
A sermon that could make me feel like serving
An all together new aged kind of learning
When you discovered continents between my thighs
You were something like my saturated daydreams
And oh the way you left me wanting, it was so mean
A touch that left me breathless and erupting
Your sex, it was a fu**boy'a sweet disguise
Justina, was tied to the spanking bench. Thank heaven for that drink! It had settled her nerves and she felt certain, she was prepared for the strapping James would deliver. Though she was blindfolded, she recognized the familiar sound of his buck buckle and the swishing sound of the leather being pulled loose of its loops. James thought she'd be intimated by the belt, but he couldn't be more wrong. She was very accustomed to its touch. She'd grown up on it.
James slipped the paddle, quietly from his briefcase. He had used his belt, to lull her into a false sense of security. Not that he didn't enjoy whipping Justina's beautiful bottom, but he knew it would take more than that, to break her of her stubbornness and false pride. She pretended to submit, but he knew, it did not come honestly. She kept a part of herself, her vulnerable self, tucked away. It was that very part, he longed to see. She had not even tried, to offer herself up in good faith, but maintained this act of disingenuous surrender. It would not do!! He required her unequivocal surrender.
He gave her a couple of hard straps, and offered her refreshment. He'd give her a few more lashes and then he'd substitute the paddle. He wanted to strike hard and fast. He would break her, before she even could identify the instrument of her demise. He snapped the belt for her to hear, and then snapped it again close to her ear. He enjoyed her visceral reaction, as the old part of her brain, reacted instinctively to the threat. Coming up on her left, he whipped her thighs, across their midline. He put strength and intent into that stroke and he heard the strangled cry, she sought to contain.
Ah, progress!! He snapped the belt near her other ear, knowing he was building her fear, her anxiety. It was both a physical and psychological assault. Her head twisted away from the sound, but she could not escape it or him!! James spread her legs, adjusting the restraints, on her ankles. He cracked her straight down her the center of her ass and into the soft tissue below it.
“Oh my God!! Please!!” Justina whispered, too afraid to speak in a normal voice. He heard the cracks beginning. That one hurt!! They were walking towards his destination.
He silently put the belt down, and gripped the sturdy long handle of the paddle whip. He wanted to really watch her reaction, carefully.
He drew it back, far behind his body and brought it forward, as if he was launching a cricket ball. It whooshed through the air and hit, with a ringing report. Each plate of steel hit in turn, like a collision with her flesh. He got her lower right sit spot and ended at the top of her left hip.
Justina tried to cry out, before she knew she'd been hit. It was a cellular reaction, rather than one, fueled by reason. It was like her skin was being torn away and the pain burrowed, deeply into her tissue. She struggled to breath. Her mouth opened but no sound escaped. He walloped her again, on her boiling bottom, and again on her sit spots. The tears were rushing into her eyes. She felt like she'd been branded - the heat was so great and the blossoming pain was swelling and growing, by the second. James was so pleased. Stern, that devil, was a genius. This was an insidious device, simple but devastating. What a feel, it had, almost like a train linking up the cars, as each bit of metal, fell into place, behind the one before.
She struggled so, against the restraints that, though the cuffs were well padded, she might bruise her wrists and ankles. He glanced around the side, and could see the wetness absorbing into the fabric of the blindfold. Tears… YES, but she'd have to use her safe word to end it. He'd given her “uncle” to use. It was cliche, but amusing. He strode to the opposite side and gave her three more smacks - top, middle and then the upper sections of her tender thighs. They were so fast, that it was hard to see the paddle, during the swing. It was a blur of motion and sound, followed by her childlike cries.
James paused, and went to assess her condition. The paddle had already a raised blisters on her skin and he could see deep bruising, developing beneath the skin. It was already committed in deep magenta. He raised up the bench, in front, and untied her blindfold. Her pink nose was running and her eyes were red rimmed, from weeping. Her face was blotchy and flushed. Her pretty, bottom lip trembled. But he would not be empathetic. He lifted her chin and asked, “Are you able to continue?”
The tears welled up, in her big blue eyes, as fast as they fell. She seemed so young and innocent in that moment. He thought she'd never been so beautiful. The mask she wore was being removed layer by layer.
“Wh-what was that, Sir? That y-you used on m-me! It's vi-vicious.” Her voice quivered. Justina knew she could not take much more. She should just give in, and let herself go. She knew he'd comfort her and take care of her. He'd make her feel so much better. She couldn't or wouldn't do it, though. She wanted to prove to herself, that she could go toe to toe, with the big man. She cleared her throat, stuck out her chin, and said, “Yes, Sir, I can.”
With that, the dye was cast. James hated her arrogance and she'd pay for it. He went behind her and grabbed her cheek, hard... pinching and pulling at it. Justina whimpered but would not say the word. “More then…,” he said. The blindfold was pointless, now. He started at the very top of her bottom and delivered three whacks, at every level. He hit the top, the middle, the sit spots, the under cheeks, the upper thighs, and at last the lower thighs. He did it quickly, without mercy. Eighteen incredibly damaging wallops, and the pretty Miss was unable to get the word out. She was screeching and wailing, so hard. Blisters had succumbed, to the blows and she would need aftercare. At five hits, she knew defeat. She went limp on the bench and surrendered to the inevitable.
James waited for the waves of grief and agony, to slow and for her, to catch her breath. Justina's back heaved up and down and she shuddered all over. Finally, quietly and without a hint of arrogance, she said, “Uncle, Sir.”
James had seen the yielding occur, over the course of the punishment. She had resigned her will, yet he let her absorb the balance of the blows, to induce a healing. Her tears could wash away the years of hardship and resentment. They flowed freely, from her now. He undid her restraints and lifted her body, gently and affectionately, from the bench. He cradled her, in his arms. He laid her on her tummy, on a soft blanket, upon the sofa. He presented her with a sweet little stuffed rabbit, to hold. She clung to it, and she choked back the sobs. Why had she resisted him, with such foolish determination. What had she proved??
Nothing!! She thought of the day her mother had not risen from her bed. All that sorrow, unspent, rushed forward. James took a cool cloth and bathed her with a bowl of water. Then he sat on the sofa, and had her head resting in his lap.
“Now, now, Justina, do you see how much you were carrying around? It was like an albatross around your necklace. Do your feel the weight lifting from you? I know you believed I was cruel, but I could see your pain, a deeper soul wrenching misery in you. I wanted you to be free of it.”
“Yes, Sir, I can see it now. I'm sorry I couldn't see it before. You didn't do this to me”, she said shakily, “Your did it for me. I'm grateful S-Sir.”
“You're a beautiful girl, Justina, with unlimited potential. I know you've never had the chance to finish school or go to college. But if you can work around Raven's schedule. I'll send you through. You'll make a wonderful wife, to some lucky man, but first, you must have time, to know yourself. There are other lessons I must teach you. Will you put your faith in my hands, Beauty? Will you do as I say, without resistance and pride?”
“Yes, Sir”, she said, tears of joy spilled and diluted her long dead sorrows. “I'll give you my faith, my loyalty and my gratitude, Sir.”
James stroked her pretty hair, glancing down at the mosaic of emotion, painted on her skin. It was a masterpiece! “I’ll take it, Justina and keep it safe. Now let's clean up those blisters!”
James rose, in triumph. She was conquered, heart and soul. It excited him so. His cock bulged in his jeans. He must remember to pass the paddle on to David. That was a keeper!!
There is this mystery around the artist Gaggleman, was it Judie Delcourt? Who created a lot of enema, femdom and chrossdressing art? For who also is assumed this could perhaps be the german illustrator Richard Hegemann.
It remains a mystery but that is not what I want to share with you all tonight (here it is lol). I discovered some drawings that were attributed to Judie Delcourt and looking at them I knew I had seen them before once. They were inspired by some photos of Ostra Studio (Jacques and Charles Biederer).
So I made a collage out of them, for you to see yourself.
In many fantasies spanking machines have it’s own, very useful, purpose. Throughout the history many illustrations have been made about this subject. In the early days corporal punishments were common events such as public whippings.
The philosopher Jeremy Bentham ( (1748-1832) ) wrote in his book The Rationale of Punishment about the benefits of a machine that would make the work of more easy:
Of all these different modes of punishment, whipping is the most frequently in use ; but in whipping not even the qualities of the instrument* are ascertained by written law : while the quantity offeree to be employed in its application is altogether intrusted to the caprice of the executioner.
He may make the punishment as trifling or as severe as he pleases. He may derive from this power a source of revenue, so that the offender will be punished, not in proportion to his offence, but to his poverty. If he has been unfortunate, and not able to secure his plunder, or honest, and has voluntarily given it up, and thus has nothing left to make a sop for Cerberus, he suffers the rigour perhaps more than the rigour of the law.
Good fortune and perseverance, in dishonesty, would have enabled him to buy indulgence.
The following contrivance would, in a measure, obviate this inconvenience :
A machine might be made, which should put in motion certain elastic rods of cane or whalebone, the number and size of which might be determined by the law : the body of the delinquent might be subjected to the strokes of these rods, and the force and rapidity with which they should be applied, might be prescribed by the Judge : thus everything which is arbitrary might be removed.
A public officer, of more re sponsible character than the common executioner, might preside over the infliction of the punishment ; and when there were many delinquents to be punished, his time might be saved, and the terror of the scene heightened, without increasing the actual suffering, by increasing the number of the machines, and subjecting all the offenders to punishment at the same time.
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For the second time now, I've had to take my nipple piercings out for good. They obviously do not like the metal, the first time I tried, I even bought silver bars, that didn't stop them getting infected, sore, bleeding, just horrible.
They haven't felt nice with them in, and if Master tried to play with them, it would take at least a week before they stopped gunking up.
I had a little lump that appeared on one side which never went away, this was like a little cist, as it would leak, bleed, get infected then dry up, to start all over again.
Exactly what happened last time, its a shame as we both liked them but Master will have to play with them using other toys etc instead.
2001: A Space Odyssey - the most important film ever?
Released in 1968, 2001: A Space Odyssey was a film unlike anything ever seen before. It was the marriage of minds between cinematographer Stanley Kubrick and the writing of science fiction novelist Arthur C. Clarke. Through mind blowing special effects, Kubrick brought life to Clarkes work of the same name as the two collaborated on the screenplay for 2001.
It has been widely and often debated about the meaning of the film. The film was no doubt, ambiguous - it was intended to be...
"You are free to speculate as you wish about the philosophical and allegorical meaning of the film. I don't want to spell out a verbal roadmap for 2001 that every viewer will feel obligated to pursue for fear he's missed the point"
"If anyone understands it's meaning on a first viewing, then we have failed in our intentions"
Arthur C. Clarke
The film is multi layered in both themes and visuals. It was ground breaking. If you enjoy science fiction special effects, you have Stanley Kubrick to thank, this movie started it all. This is a thought provoking film that takes you on a visual ride like no other before it.
I have many thoughts on my own personal interpretation of the film but rather than bore you to tears, I would just refer you to a Wikipedia search of: interpretations of 2001: A Space Odyssey Wikipedia. If you consider yourself a film buff and you haven't seen 2001, you're kidding yourself. It's that important.
Please check out my latest release from Blushing books, The Reunion!
Each chapter features the story of a different couple at their ten year high school reunion weekend, which seems to have an unusual theme -- M/F spanking, both erotic and punishment.
“Okay! I get it!” she gasped. “I’m sorry already!”
“Not as sorry as you’re going to be...”
“Oh, no! Wait!”
Midway through winding up for a fresh volley of smacks, Rich paused and regarded her silently. He was nothing if not fair... if she wanted a chance to convince him to go leniently on her, he’d give it to her. Then he’d start in fresh all over again, anyway. In his opinion, Gwen had been needing someone to take her in hand like this for way too long, and no amount of wheedling on her part was going to dissuade him from his intentions.
It was during that brief moment of silence while she tried to think of something to say to spare her from more blistering swats, that he happened to look down, and that was when he saw it: her nipples. Her very obvious, rock hard, taut little nipples, standing up at attention. Despite the humid, oppressive heat of the evening and the fact that she was supposedly “scared” by what was going on between them at the moment.
The hard line that had been Rich’s mouth a moment before softened into a crooked grin. Very slowly, he drew his gaze away from her breasts and looked up into her wary eyes. Then, just as slowly, he returned his gaze back to her breasts. He cleared his throat meaningfully.
“It would appear that the lady doth protest too much,” he challenged.
“It’s not... I...” Gwen stammered.
Rich’s gaze warmed as he watched her squirming under his scrutiny.
“Move your legs apart,” he commanded, being careful not to break eye contact.
“Why?” she asked, her voice hitching breathlessly. “What... now what are you going to do?”
“You’ll see in a moment. Now, do as I told you...”
He saw the internal struggle on her face. The fight between one part of her that wanted to do as he said, and another part that probably wanted to punch him in the nose.
After a few heartbeats, she inched her legs aside by infinitesimal steps until they were roughly a shoulder’s width apart.
“Please!” she begged when she felt his fingers dip into the elastic at the top of her panties. Her eyes were wild on his face, searching his gaze.
“Are you begging me to stop, or to continue?” he asked. His mouth kicked up at the corners as he fought back a grin over the look of torn confusion on her face. “Do you even know which it is?”
When she didn’t answer, he decided to treat the question as another rhetorical one. With one hard tug, he pulled her lacy underwear down past her hips and over her bottom cheeks, exposing the round, pinkened hillocks to the summer air.
Rich paused for a moment to gather the underwear in a neat line, stretched taut between her knees. He knelt beside her and noticed how her legs trembled.
“Let’s just see, shall we? Are you begging for me to stop or continue? Your body ought to tell the truth, despite whatever your mouth might say...” His hands cupped her low on her bottom, and he poised his thumb just below her nest of curls, now open to his hands.
He stayed there a moment longer, playing out the tension, allowing her to anticipate the moment when he would reach up into her warm, wet core. He looked up at her and grinned at the fact that her hands had stayed where he’d first put them, stretched out above her head, even though he was no longer holding them there.
When he felt he’d let her squirm long enough, he ran the fingers of his free hand over the crotch of her panties and smiled.
“You’ve got wet panties here, little girl. What a naughty thing you are! Getting all wet and hot over this spanking I’m giving you...” At that exact moment, a drop of her inner juices fell with once-in-a-lifetime precision onto the thumb that he still held poised, though not touching, beneath her pussy.
He chuckled throatily and stood up. Gwen was resting with her forehead leaning against the brick wall, her eyes closed in mortification. “Did you feel that?” he whispered into her ear, loving the way her face flamed intensely red even in the gathering dusk.
She didn’t have to answer him out loud. The tiny nod of her head and deepening of her blush was more than answer enough.
“Stay... Just... Like... That...” He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against his side. Then he started spanking again.
This time, he made sure to give her time between the smacks to appreciate the heat and the sting. He scattered the slaps around the whole of her bottom, moving from side to side and up and down, even giving her a couple on the very tops of her thighs where her skirt would still hide any redness that might arise. She whimpered under his attentions, and her breath grew ragged and labored. She almost sounded, to Rich’s ears, anyway, as if she was on the brink of an orgasm.
But she stayed in the position he’d put her in. And she held on, in that dark side alley outside her high school reunion dinner dance, through a good solid ten minutes of open-handed slaps to her bare bottom.
When Rich decided she’d had enough, he released his hold on her waist and stepped behind her. He leaned over her shoulder, allowing the front of his pants to graze against the tender, red area of her backside, and he whispered in her ear, “Do you know what I want to do now, Gwendolyn?”
She glanced back at him with heated eyes. “What?”
“I want to take you, just like this, right here, where anyone could come along and find us. I want you to stand there, just like you have been since I put you in that position, while I fuck you from behind. I want to let your well-spanked ass cradle me as I glide inside of you. While I pump in and out of your pussy, I want your sensitive behind to feel my hips and pelvis with each thrust. And I want to cup those little nipples of yours while I come inside you.” He nipped at the earlobe that he’d guided her outside by.
“What do you think of that, Gwen?”
He allowed his thumbs, just once on each side, to gently graze her distended nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse and was rewarded with a throaty sigh.
“So, go ahead and do it,” she managed to say, maybe trying to sound bold and uncaring, but only coming out sounding like what she really was... desperate for him to do just what he’d threatened to.
“Don’t you want to dare me, first?” he joked.
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“So be it”, he said. He stood her up and applied the cream, but he was anxious to move on, now. He was frustrated with her stubbornness, and he was ready to go to work. He brought her to the bench, holding her hand. She followed, but was a reluctant companion, on the walk. Once there, he placed her near the bench, and stood back.
“Take off everything… Now. Then, kneel at the bench and bend over it, while I secure you. I'm not restraining you, as punishment, Justina, but because it's important that you be still, for your own safety. It may be very difficult for you to do, without cuffs and straps.”
“Yes, Sir. Why would it be difficult? If you tell me not to move, I will obey you. I know, I moved around during my spanking, but I didn't put my hands in the way, or try to get away.”
“Because I said so, is reason enough, and it is not yours, to question me, young lady. To whom do you think you're speaking? I've given you more explaination, that I was inclined to give or that you deserved. I wanted you to understand my reason. Do you think, I don’t know best? Get those clothes off, this instant and get on that bench, before I get cross with you.” Again, she didn't answer, but complied with his instructions. He'd be more than happy to paddle her bratty bottom. He was shocked at her smart mouth and lack of respect.
“Did I ask you a question, and you failed to respond, again?”
“I'm sorry, Sir, what was the question?” She knew she was testing him, but she was getting her courage back. She'd been strapped by her Father, since she could walk. That, she was sure, was what he had in mind. She had no doubt she could hold up. She'd prove him wrong. He would not break her.
James took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, releasing the anger, he felt welling up in him. It was silly to let this little girl irritate him. He knew what the outcome of this little session would be.
She was foolishly assuming, that he had tried, in their past sessions, to break her. He had not. He did NOT fail, at whatever he set his mind to. He would not stop, until he had reached his objective. In the unlikely event the paddle, did not have the desired effect, he certainly had other options at his disposal. If she was lucky, she would break quickly, because he had all night, if necessary.
Justina felt a little bit of panic, as he fixed the last strap into place. He,then, used a foot pedal to extend her legs. Her body resembled an upside down “V”. Why had she she agreed to this? Why had she taunted him? It was too late for questions.
James blindfolded her, for good measure. He unbuckled his belt, and slid it out of its loops. He wanted her to think, that he intended to give her his belt. He'd give her a few licks to maintain the illusion and then….
She knew it, she almost laughed. She wasn't afraid of the belt. It was like meeting up with an unpleasant acquittance. It was uncomfortable, but it was no big deal. She did worry, that she was already so sore. It might hurt worse on her damaged buttocks, still she felt no real threat.
James took a ballplayer's stance and gave her a good lick, low, across the thighs, nearly at her knees. She reacted, more than she wanted. She'd rarely received a hit there, and it burned, badly. So THAT was his game, to get her, where it hurt the worst. Do your best, old man, she thought, wickedly. She didn't mean it, though. She was psyching herself up for the whipping. It was all bravado.
The next one was high on her ass and the fold of the belt, bit her hip, like teeth and dragged across her tender globes. The third, soon followed. He caught the underside of her curvaceous rump. All three hurt much more, than she'd imagined. He was not her Father, an arthritic aging man, who had children, too late in life. He was in his prime and she began to realize, into what, her mouth had gotten herself.
He stopped and rubbed her bottom a little. He went to the front and offered her a sip of her drink, with a straw. She eagerly gulped down the entire drink. He put the glass down and slid the paddle out of his briefcase. She was in for a shock.
James looked over the damage to Justina’s hindquarter. The birch had scratched through the skin in a couple of places, but for the most part the wounds were superficial, but painful.
He rubbed and squeezed her hot as cheeks. He felt her legs shake, an aftershock of the whipping. His hand couldn't help but search for her wetness. She was drenched… He marveled at how erotic, the punishment could be even when it was harsh. Her lips were swollen, as the birch was indiscriminate, in its touch. He had not intended this injury but there it was. He parted her asscheeks and find that the branches had found their way between them. That tender area had a few bites, as well.
“Open your legs, Justina, let me see.”
His fingers pulled at the skin, leaving white trails behind, and even her inner thighs were not spared. Those willowy strands had insinuated themselves, fiendishly between, leaving a trail of misery behind. He told her to stand. He could see a few tears, drying on her face, and kissed them. They were a sweet reward but he was thirsty, for more. She had an impudent look on her face. It annoyed and challenged him. He was up to the task, was she?
“How are you doing, my beauty? Harder than you thought?”
Though she felt the fire burning behind her, her pride would not let her admit it. “It was hard, Sir, but I could handle myself.” It was over, she thought,and was relieved. He'd only pried a couple of tears, from her eyes. She felt triumphant, he hasn't broken her!
“Let's address those wounds.” James had the necessary items at the ready. “Come lay across my lap, dear. You did very well!! Why, just Look at this bottom, why it's so red and hot!!” He loved having her across his lap. “And it's even hotter in here, is it not? I've exited you, haven't I, or why would you be so juicy?” His fingers were at work opening her up, making her relax…
“Yes, Sir, I was excited.”
“You wanted this, didn't you - to find your limits?
We haven't quite gotten there, though, Love, but we will. I'm quite sure of it. All those tears you've saved up, inside… They'll be mine, tonight.”
“Oh, no, James, you don't mean…. There's more?”. The defiant tone was gone. Uncertainty crept in. Trepidation made her tremble. His fingers felt so good and she could feel the endorphins, flooding into her bloodstream.
“Oh, Sir, it feels so… “, Her heavy breath, swallowed her words. His other hand grabbed at her cheeks, letting his digits sink into her tissue. He worked her towards pleasure but tempered it with pain.
He slapped her bottom hard, and she bucked and groaned on his lap. “Shhhhhush now, you need this”, he said. He was warning her up for the paddle. It was a mercy, he was showing her, because that paddle was going to hurt. The devious nature of its design, was to loosely contain a series of metal plates, between soft leather. The dynamic was whip-like, with a thud of power and weight. The end would snap, with a twist of the wrist, and it grabbed as it swatted, dragging the damaged tissue with it, pulling it. Gregory had described its effect, and James had been anxious to test it out. The metal plates, weighted the blow, so the damage reached deeper, into the flesh. He knew from Mr. Stern, that Erin, who had been trained by Raven herself, had broken completely, with just a few whacks, and she was at least as tough as Justina and better trained.
She was fluid on his lap, now. He didn't really, even try to contain her. Let her thrash around, he thought. When the paddling began, she'd be tied down, for her own safety. He wouldn't risk a errant hit. No, she'd be fastened, tightly to the bench. He was going to raise the rear deck, all the way up, and lower the front, nearly to the floor. He swatted at her legs, and then opened them. The impossibly translucent skin was almost blue-ish. He slapped it until it was crimson. Each spank, was designed to surprise and sting her. He pulled back her cheek and got colored her there, too. He pushed her way over his lap and smacked the little triangle of sensitive nerve endings, leading into her crotch. She let out a howl. That pleased him. He whacked her sit spots, and soon it was hard to see the welts, because her entire bottom was very red.
“Oh, that was very nice, Justina… Very nice!
Your bottom is nice and ready, for the main event….. Unless you've had enough, but you haven't, have you? Justina… You need it, don't you? You deserve this, for that false pride, and insolence… Don't you?!”
“Yes, I mean no...I m-mean, I can take it.”, she said shakily. I have been prideful, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir.”
“I'll take you to the bench, and there, you won't have to control yourself. You won't be moving all over the place, like you did on my lap. You know better, my pretty, than kicking and twisting, but I let it go. You are a naughty girl, though and you’re in need of correction. Come into the bathroom, and I'll put some cold cream on your bottom and wash your face. Then we'll start fresh, yes?!” She said nothing. He turned, raising his brow at her. “Yes?”
“Oh, yes, Sir, I'm sorry, Sir.”
“Do not be disrespectful. I will not tolerate that, do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir, I'm sorry, Sir.”
He lifted her onto the counter of the sink, sitting her hot bottom on the cold marble. He knew the cool would be soothing, but the weight of her body, on her scorching rearend, would also be painful. He washed her face and neck, with the cool cloth, and kissed her forehead. “Can you take more, Justina? Be truthful, look me in the eye.” He still saw defiance. Sighing he knew she'd have to taught this hard lesson. She had not let go, her pride kept her at bay, but it was unacceptable! He had been patient with her over the last several months, but she would submit fully, and that meant surrendering herself, to him.
*Due to file size, the rest of this chapter is above #19. Sorry for any inconvenience. TY.