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Hi baby by jeff "Hi baby, got here ok, just got mys= elf ready for bed and.." She heard the click of the telephone in = their bedroom being lifted off its cradle and smiled as she realized that she w= ould get to talk to him tonight after all, instead of that dreaded answering machine. "Hey, baby, I was waiting for you to
call," he drawled. The baritone of his voice always managed to make =
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weak, even if she was six hundred miles away in a They discussed the flight, airport secur= ity, his job and the people he wanted to strangle today. It felt good just to = hear each other, but the tension of the distance in miles between them could n= ot be ignored any longer. "God, I want you so badly tonight, honey!" she whispered as one teardrop rolled unceremoniously off the= end of her nose. She could almost feel his grin when she = heard his reply: "We can!" he intoned. She squirmed in her chair and self-consc= iously pulled her housecoat over her breasts, covering even the hint of cleavage that was showing only moments before "Really?" she ventured, and he= knew the smile that had crossed her lips at that exact moment. It was the smil= e of a dare, of a dance, of an adventure to be undertaken. "Yes, really! You are still mine, no matter how far away you are, am I correct?&quo= t; She knew that his indignation was only m= ildly in jest, but knowing that fact did not change the earnest tone that she u= sed in answering his question. "Yes Sir. This girl belongs to you, no ma= tter how far away from you that she is." He used one word that made her instantly= wet: "Strip." It never occurred to her that he would n= ever have any way of knowing whether she had actually shed every stitch of clothing. She had always been mortified at the thought of someone knowing that she was masturbating, or that she, in fact, ever performed the act. Since he had collared her though, one of the greatest lessons he had taug= ht her was that pleasure is tough enough to find in this life, without guilt running interference. "Where are you?" he demanded.<= /span> "On the edge of the bed, next to the nightstand where the phone is at, Sir." "Does the phone have a speaker?&quo= t; he ventured. The leer in his voice was unmistakable. His words caused a visi= ble shudder in her body as she realized his intent. "Yes, Sir, the phone has a speaker,= " she moaned. God, he was gonna make her do thi= s, and what if someone hears and what if someone knocks on the door. Her mind ra= ced but she did her best to remain focused on his commands, and turned on the speaker phone. "Then get your naked ass on the flo= or, slut. On your belly. You know exactly what a sluts place is and what you = are to do, don’t you?" She moaned in helplessness, a little too loudly for her own comfort. This little humiliation ritual had become one= of their favorites during playtime at home .She would find her knees while keeping her eyes on the floor and sink slowly forward with her arms stret= ched out to support her slow, slinky slide to the floor. His bare feet would be inches from her nose and she would inch forward to start gently kissing h= is feet on the top ,right at the ankle. She knew = from their pillow talk that this mildly humiliating show of submission made his heart pound in his chest and his hardened member throb up and down with e= ach heartbeat. Now on the hotel floor, as naked as the = day she was born, she did not find his bare feet a= nd was momentarily saddened. Then, seeing her right hand, doing absolutely nothi= ng, she lowered her lips and began French kissing the back of her hand, simpl= y so he could have the pleasure of hearing the sounds that she made while performing the same act on his feet at home. His heart skipped several beats. His min= d, fortunately, did not. "What is it that you want, slut?&qu= ot; he demanded. "Please punish this slut, Sir!"= ; she gasped. "Look around the room. What’s available to use?" he inquired. "A coat hanger, honey … its a= ll I can find!' she gasped He made no attempt to suppress his smile= . Oh, she was into this all right. "Get it," he ordered, then add= ed, "but be careful...not too hard. I know when you get excited...."= ; "Ok, just a sec," she whispered desperately, rushing over to the closet. He smiled again, having no idea why she = was whispering. Then he gathered himself because the unofficial time-out woul= d be over with upon her return. Four times, he gave the order. Four times he h= eard the woosh of the coat hanger cutting through = the air, and the fleshy "whack" that it made upon striking her bared buttocks. "Have you learned, slut?" he demanded. It was never exactly ascertained what it was that she was suppo= sed to have learned, nor was it germane to the scene. She whimpered that she = had indeed learned. "Then offer it to me, like a bitch = in heat." She responded by hurrying herself back i= nto position on the floor. "Can you feel my hand in your hair = baby? Can you feel my fist pulling your head up off the floor?" She arched her back, lifting her chin hi= gh, raising her breasts off the carpet, feeling those six hundred miles flash= by, courtesy of the fist in her hair. She felt her vulnerability, her submiss= ion, and the reward of his undying love all at the same instant.= "Yes, Master. Please use this bitch= like a whore you don’t care about! Use me rough and hard, from behind, t= he way little sluts get used!" He pulled the receiver close to his ear = and closed his eyes, undoing his zipper and the button of his jeans. His voice softened, as did his words. "Now baby, reach underneath you jus= t like you do when I take what I want from behind and you tickle my balls. Stroke yourself for me baby, let me hear your pleasure. Do it for me!" All pretense gone, she began moving langorously back and forth on her index and middle fingers. Forgotten were inhibitions and fears of discovery. There was only his sighs and moans in her ear. There was only her lo= ud wanton moans in his ear. 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My Journey “A Hard Lesson
Learned” by
Scarecrow " Dear f= riends when I was 15 and working for a major theme park I met my mistress, She w= as the Entertainment supervisor and my boss. One day about a week after I started she invited me to have lunch with her then a trip to her office so she could” get to know me better" she was a friend of my paren= ts and my guardian so she knew me pretty well. After some" innocent&quo= t; chat the conversation turned dark and she asked what my Guardian Miss Emi= ly would do if I ever disrespected her. I explained that it would not happen= but if it did Miss Emily would take me out to the woodshed (she actually had = one) and give me a sound whipping. (I can count the times she (Emily) whipped = me on one hand), She said I know that is what would happen and she sent me b= ack to work on in my sound booth and I thought nothing of it till about 2 days later we where in her office and where talking I do not remember what I w= as to supposed to have done but she gave me three choices she could call Miss Emily She could write me up But because I had only been there a short tim= e I was sure to be fired or SHE could handle it as a "friend" of the family and punish me herself and that would be the last of it. I was so scared I opted for the last option She ordered me to stand beside her wit= h my hands over my head and not to move she undid my trousers and pulled them down, after she pulled me over her lap and began to hand spank me. After about 10 swats she pulled my underpants down to my knees and started to s= pank me with a paddle on my bare bottom. I started to cry after 10 swats and a= fter 25 I was balling like a baby after 20 more I lost count. She stood me up = and said that this was the end and that forgiveness was automatic but discipl= ine was mandatory had me lay back across her lap and rubbed lotion on my sore= tush. She sent me back to work after a while and no= thing more was ever said about what I had done. Soon I found myself getting spa= nked by her at work almost daily whether I did something wrong or not I threat= ened to tell Emily what was going on and she said to go ahead that Emily would whip me even worse and she was going to prove it. When I got home that ni= ght Emily did whip me for lying to my supervisor (Was innocent) but she had m= ade good on her threat the next day She told Emily it was her mistake and I d= id not lie to her and Emily was beside herself for punishing me for no reaso= n, She gave my Supervisor permission to Discipline me so this would never ha= ppen again of course this is what my supervisor was planning all along. Later = that year Emily had to go to a friends funeral out of the country and ended up having to be away for 6 weeks My supervisor convinced my parents and Emily that I should stay at her farm for the entire time that way she could look after me and take me to and from work so I would be safe and she could he= lp me with my school work and make sure I behaved. That is when she made me = her slave. It was not about sex but power. The spankings came fast and furiou= s as did the rest of the "lessons" one night after work I went upsta= irs in her house and showered she was waiting for me as I went to my bedroom = she grabbed me as I came out with nothing on but a bathrobe. She said I had t= o go with her and she dragged me by the arm down stairs outside past the wood = shed (I had been in there a few times) past the barn and tack room (worst beat= ing ever but that is for another time) to a small building about 300yards beh= ind her house she called this her "workshop" it was basically her dungeon inside she had a spanking bench a rack a whipping post and other assorted items of restraint and the walls where covered with whips and st= raps and paddles she had one fan back chair and what looked like an autopsy ta= ble out of stainless steel and had 5 point restraints she ordered me to lay o= n it and tied my wrists and ankles then she put rolled up blanket under my hips tightened my bonds and placed a rubber dog bone in my mouth she covered my privates with leather and a pillow and rubbed my bare bottom with oil as = she did this she said I was to receive 150 lashes with a razor strap and even= if I passed out I would receive every last lash . When she started I thought= my but was on fire after 10 lashes I strained at my bonds after 20 more I cr= ied like a new born after the next 10 sweat snot and tears rolled down my face and I could hardly breath or scream the rest of the lashes are a blank wh= en she finished she turned out the lights in the room and left me there to recover for what seemed forever and all I could do is cry and strain at my bonds I finally did calm down and she untied me. She said that I now belo= nged to her and that it would never be done to me again as long as I was hers = and did not betray her. She carried me back to her bed and administered to my wounds I missed 5 days of work but I got paid as if I was there I served = her as he slave boy till I turned 18 then she relised she was doing me a great disservice by keeping me a bottom she educated m= e on being a top and what it meant to be Master. She had a household of 6 girls but I was her only man I disciplined the girls and NO ONE touched me afte= r a time not even her. She taught me allot especially how not to treat someone you say you love. I think I became a better Master from learning from her mistakes and misdeeds .So you see my friends we can learn from anyone you just have to be aware of the lessons. En Agape Scarecrow |
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A Fearful Step Into A Wonderland by Doc As Carolyn stood looking around the room= that was to serve as her correction suite, she could feel the tremble in her leg. Standing in front of her was her disciplinarian. She was actually standing here in this room for the express purpose of receiving a spanking at the = hand of the man before her. Invited to come in, Carolyn took a stutter step in= to the room and was immediately enfolded by Michael’s arms. He hugged = her close and lightly brushed away the hair that had fallen in her face. He s= poke softly, assuring her she was safe and would be grateful when he was through. Oddly enough, she actually believed his wor= ds. She was still afraid, a mass of nerves inside, unable to think about anyt= hing but the pain she was about to receive as the leather strap, the strap she asked to be used for this spanking had finished it’s assigned task = in the hand of this powerful looking man she had placed her trust in. For over a week she had processed and re-processed the whole scenario. She had dreamed of how it would feel as = the strap licked her naked flesh. She had believed she had actually felt it as she dreamed, but knew that was impossible. What she was about to feel was= not a dream. Michael released her from the tender hug= and stepped back looking at her. Carolyn automatically looked down, unable to return the gaze. She was self-conscious, afraid, apprehensive, and yet, excited all at the same time. She could feel the twinge between her legs.= It was a feeling she had almost forgotten, long buried by the circumstances = of the past. But it was there. The same electric impulses that made her womanhood come alive. However, before she could contemplate further Micha= el spoke. “Enough preliminaries my dear, it’s time to tend to business.” Remove your skirt and pull th= ose panties down, now!” Carolyn literally jumped as Michael spok= e. She had been daydreaming and was shocked to attention by his command. = “Hand me the strap and get that sk= irt off. Don’t make it worse.” This is for your own good and its time!” “Hurry up!” Carolyn’s hands were shaking as she fumbled with the zipper of her skirt. It was like she was in a dream, not knowing how to open the clasp or move the zipper. As she fought with the skirt her mind reeled. Pain was around the corner. All she could think of= was the awful strap, her strap! Her chosen instrument, her idea about to be applied to her bare, quivering, derriere. Bare= ! Oh dear God, she couldn’t pull her panties down. How could she? But wh= at if she didn’t? What price would be extracted? She knew Michael would consider that disobedience and he had made it clear that disobedience was= not to be tolerated. But she just couldn’t! “Damn zipper!” = Here she was unable to unfasten her skirt. Her hands were shaking, her mind was filled with dread, her knees were weak, and in front of her stood Michael dangling her strap, looking more impatient by the minute. <= /p> “Now!,&= #8221; Michael commanded. “I am tired of waiting.” “You know y= ou have this coming. You have been needing this f= or a long time and I intend to give your deserving ass a spanking you’ll never forget!” How dare you go around doubting yourself, not trusti= ng yourself and even not liking yourself very much? And the foulness you have put on paper, wallowing in self-pity in front of the whole world. You bet= ter remember this strapping young lady, because if it continues the next one = will be ten times worse. You have made yourself worthy of the fire I am going = to burn your ass with. You make me wait another minute and you won’t believe the whipping I’ll give you. Now get those panties off before you earn another spanking for your willful disobedience when I’m finished with the strap!” “Yes sir,” Carolyn managed to stammer as she fought with the clasp and zipper. Finally she managed to dislodge the clasp and lower the zipper letting the skirt fall to the flo= or. Instantly she realized she was standing there clad in her blouse and pant= ies, exposed. “Get those pants down this instant!” Reluctantly Carolyn hooked her thumbs in= the waistband and started to push her panties down. She was aware of Michael’s gaze, and her turmoil. It was as if her simple cotton pan= ties were glued to her. She simply could not push them down. “If you make me do it you’ll= be sorry.” The sternness of his voice made her shudder. The implicatio= n of his statement made her push down. Slowly Carolyn pushed her panties to her knees and stood before Michael and the sinister strap, her strap. = In Carolyn’s heart she realized the moment of truth had arrived. What she didn’t want and what she did = want was happening. Fear and excitement fought for dominance. She was scared as she looked at the strap in Michaels hand ready to beat he now bare, deser= ving bottom. But at the same instant Carolyn was aroused, as if a switch had b= een turned on inside her. She felt a warmth, a glow, one quite different from= the one Michael was about to provide. Like what? Awaking from a deep sleep? Admittedly, she had felt the sexual excitement all week. When Michael spo= ke in that commanding way, telling her all week about how he planned to spank her, and what she could expect, oh yes, something was awakened. She just hoped Michael wasn't too aware of how her pending doom had aroused her. <= span class=3DGramE>and now she hoped it wasn't too evident as she stood= here exposed. Michael took her by the hand and led her= to the bed. How foolish she felt walking the few short steps with her panties around he knees. But oh goodness how long she had waited for this moment,= how long she had wanted to be exactly here again. How unbelievable her emotio= ns were at this very second. Michael directed Carolyn to the edge of = the bed and gently pushed her forward to rest her upper torso on it. As she leaned, Michael’s hand moved down her back and in one quick motion pulled her panties to the floor and off her feet. “Now spread your legs apart. No sq= ueezing those cheeks together. Put your hands out in front of you and leave them there.” “Yes sir,” she replied. Caro= lyn shut her eyes as if that would some how mollify the pain she about to experience. She felt the strap as Michael laid= to across her unprotected bottom. He didn’t strike her, not yet, but gently laid the strap across her bare ass. Then he spoke to her. “You have been very obedient so fa= r and I am proud of you.” He spoke the words softly, almost in a whisper. “I believe you have come through the worst of it. Mental pain and anguish is far worse than what you now face. The work of the strap is the cleansing ingredient. Welcome it, embrace it, cherish it, be thankful for it. But remember why this is necessary and any repeat of the behavior that makes a spanking needful will mean a harder spanking next t= ime. Your naughty ass will be begging for the strap by the time i'm finished. So you better learn from this if you = know what's good for you." As Michael spoke, Carolyn was conscious = of the strap being lifted from her bottom. The whoosh of air alerted her at the = same time the loud crack of leather and the line of fire erupted across her ba= re ass cheeks. A gasp exploded from Carolyn while at the same time she squee= zed her buttocks together. Contrary to Michael’s warning, but totally involuntary, she squeezed tightly as a second stinging lick landed on the almost identical place as the first. Before she could process it, or react the evil strap landed again, then again, each = time with increasing force. The pain spread rapidly, across her butt= and over her thighs. There was no avoiding the onslaught. The strap scourged = her naked, deserving, inviting ass. Ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, she quickly lost count and was given over to the fight to endure. Carolyn buc= ked and wiggled and fought the urge to reach back with her hand to protect wh= at was left of her flaming flesh. Suddenly, she was aware of the tears, an= d the sound of her sobbing, and the words that virtually gushed forth, begging,= pleading, promising, unconsciously it seemed, but she was crying. Not from shame, n= ot from fear of disappointing or losing Michael from her life. Not guilt eve= n. No these were cleansing tears. Tears that were marking the beginning of a= new life, a fresh start, a new direction. The painfulness of the strap was al= most forgotten as Carolyn became aware of a wonderful connection with the man showing her no mercy. He really cared. He was here for her. He was willin= g to put her interests first and involve himself in her life to help her, guild her, and provide a stability through discipline and correction. Through her tears and sobbing and gushing words of contrition Carolyn was painfully and wonderfully aware that this spanking was an event and an event she hoped she would participate in many time hence. Then it was over. At least the stinging, awful, blistering, fiery lick of the brat strap. But the result now manifested on her red streaked, swollen, well beaten bottom was far from over. Billows of pain seemed to roll over her tooshi= e and upper thighs. Yes, even before a close examination in the bathroom mirror, Carolyn knew she had just been soundly thrashed. She was sobbing quietly now, her chest heaving in rhythm to her sobs. Then Carolyn realized Michael was stroki= ng her hair as she lay on the bed. His touch was gentle, completely contrary to = the stroke he used when briskly applying the strap. He was speaking words to = her she almost didn’t recognize. Soft, subdued, endearing words of comf= ort and support. As she listened to Michael and felt his touch she thought, “is it possible to experience a perfect spanking?” The answer came immediately. For Carolyn= is was possible, thanks to Michael... |
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The Merger (Copyright
2006 kjd AKA: Tigger) <= /span> “You’re mine, brat,” he whispered softly, his breath hot on her bare skin, making her shiver. “You’ll always be mine. Say it.” <= /span> “No,” she breathed out, almo= st inaudibly, arching upward toward the reassuring sound of his voice. She c= ould feel his hand upon her throat and his other hand resting firmly on her le= ft cheek as she lay naked above the sheets on her bed. <= /span> Her mind struggled against what she was feeling, against what was happening and against what she wanted to believ= e. So many sensations already filled her, threatening to spill over. The spanking she had received les than an hour ago from her new-found friend = had left her physically satiated, yet still longing for more, for something e= lse. But exhaustion and nervous energy took their toll and afterward she had drifted into dreamless sleep, or so she had thought, until now. <= /span> “Say it and you will see that it is true,” his voice drew her back into the moment. “Do it NOW.” <= /span> “No,” she whispered, still struggling with the fine line between fantasy and reality, between sleep = and dreaming. “What is happening to me?” she wondered silently to herself. <= /span> Her mind wandered briefly backwards, to another time and place. As she remembered, she could feel him becoming mo= re real in her mind. She could smell the familiar, welcomed fragrance of him= and she was now certain that the hands holding her were indeed his. But how c= ould this be? She wondered this to herself just before his voice once again br= oke her silent reverie. <= /span> “You know who I am and you know wh= y I am here,” he growled sternly. She could feel his eyes upon her and she shivered once more, but this time in anticipation as his words rushed on, “Say it NOW or pay the consequences.” <= /span> “I can’t,” she hesitan= tly uttered. “I won’t. You can’t really be here. You are go= ne and this is only a dream.” But even as she spoke the words, regret filled her and she instinctively ground her pelvis down onto him, raising= her butt and pushing her throat against his hands. <= /span> “So be it,” he said self-assuredly, never giving her a hint of the warm smile that crossed his face. “You had your chance and now you will accept what I have to g= ive you,” he hissed. “And you will not fight me and you will than= k me when this is over, of that I can assure you.” <= /span> She was silent, taking in every nuance o= f his words, allowing the flood of emotions to overtake her. Dream or fantasy, = she needed desperately for this to be real, even if just for the moment. Only= he could truly give her what she needed most. Only he could take her to that place deep inside her soul, the place where she could face herself in all= her strength and weakness. Only he could share that space with her and then b= ring her back to reality, feeling strong, peaceful, loved and forgiven.= <= /span> “Are you ready to accept your punishment, brat?” he asked, squeezing her butt firmly and cupping = her throat with his strong fingers. Of course he already knew the answer. That was, of course, why he was here after all this time. She needed him. He c= ould sense it in his heart long before he felt her mold herself to him and even longer than before he felt her wetness on his leg. <= /span> “Um-hmmm,” she murmured, as = much to herself as to him. She was now completely absorbed in the experience a= nd only wanted to feel every sensation as deeply as possible, as if by doing= so she could commit it to eternal memory. <= /span> “So it begins,” he stated as= his hands softly roamed her bottom and her throat. Her body was so familiar to him and it felt so good that he could not hide his own arousal. But there= would be time for that later, much later. If he had his way, this would take all night. As he reacquainted himself with the feel of her body, he let his m= ind drift toward the night ahead. <= /span> Sadly, he knew that he would have to be = gone before dawn. The morning light would reduce his shadow to nothing and he would fade away reluctantly but inevitably. That was unacceptable for him= , so he would be sure to go at just the right time, the last possible moment. = <= /span> He would leave her this time on his own = terms, not on hers or anyone else’s. And this time, when he went, she would never again doubt his dominance or faith or love or trust in her, or his desire for her to be truly happy. And if he had his way, after this night, she would be able to move forward, looking back with fondness and love, b= ut also moving toward the life that is her destiny. <= /span> “Look at me, brat,” he whisp= ered tenderly, “and tell me what you want.” <= /span> She hesitantly opened her eyes to look a= t him, and in that instant her recognition was complete. Though she didn’t understand how it could be true, she knew beyond any doubts that he was indeed real. The how’s and why’s were suddenly of no conseque= nce, and the adoration in his eyes reflected only her desperate, needy submiss= ion. She was his in love and trust once again, completely and forever more. <= /span> He stroked her hair gently with one hand= while caressing the small of her back in ever broadening circles of delight. His fingers tenderly touched the reddened weals f= rom her earlier spanking and strayed ever so slightly down between her legs, smiling again at the dampness he found there. She was ready and so was he= . It was time to begin and they both knew it, yet they hesitated there togethe= r, on the brink, neither wanting to hasten the moment. <= /span> “OK, baby, before I begin, you nee= d to tell me exactly what you need and why you need it,” he stated. “It’s been a long time and I want this to be perfect for you. When this is over, you will be not only satiated and satisfied but you wi= ll never, ever have cause to doubt me again.” <= /span> She glanced away as tears welled up in h= er eyes and threatened to spill over. Were they tears of joy or sadness; reg= ret or gratitude? Yes, yes, yes and yes and so much more... The pulsing in her groin and thumping in her heart merged with the tingling of her body at h= is slightest breath or touch. The time was upon her. She drew in a deep brea= th and spoke her deepest needs and darkest fears. <= /span> “I’ve been angry with you fo= r so long,” she heard herself say, her voice audibly shaking. “And= I’ve been distrusting and unfaithful. Oh, how I’ve missed you and longed= for you and dreamed of you,” she whimpered. “I need to feel your stren= gth but I am undeserving.” His eyes sparkled as he smiled down at h= er. “You, my love, deserve everything that I am and everything that I h= ave to give you,” he said. <= /span> The tears in her eyes answered all his questions and he bent to give her a reassuring kiss on the lips before bringing his hand down hard on the sit spot of her right cheek. He quickly matched that blow with one to her left cheek and despite her initial gasp= s, he felt her relax against him. <= /span> “Now, brat, you will be spanked, h= ard and long, before you are loved, equally hard and long,” he said as = he continued to stroke her throat and rub her suddenly blazing bottom. “Get as comfortable as you can... this is going to be a very long n= ight indeed.” <= /span> With those words and one more kiss from = him to seal the promise, she lowered her body full-length across his lap, audibly responding to the feel of his arousal pressing into her thigh. She had al= ways relished this position in years past, but somehow now it felt even more intimate than ever. She momentarily marveled at how well their bodies fit together, even in this position. <= /span> Smack! She found herself suddenly thrust= back into the moment by another sound blow to her right cheek. The onslaught h= ad begun and she simultaneously anticipated and dreaded each stroke before it was delivered. Welcoming the pain as much as the pleasure, she found hers= elf quickly drifting toward orgasm, even as his right hand fell increasingly harder and faster on her lower cheeks and the tops of her thighs. = <= /span> When the fingers of his left hand found = their way around her waist and down between her thighs, immersing themselves in= her juices, she pressed herself against him hard, grunting and groaning in frustration. She was dangerously close to orgasm when he suddenly withdrew his hand from beneath her, pausing the relentless spanking for a moment a= s he firmly squeezed her aching bottom. <= /span> “Don’t do it, brat,” he warned as he bent his head down beside her ear. “You will come when= I say so and not before. Do you understand?” <= /span> “Uh-uh,” she uttered as she = fought the contractions already building within her body. The war between mind a= nd body was raging inside her, paling only to the war of wills between his commands and her desires. But they both already knew who would win in the end. <= /span> Years of her arguing, defying, challengi= ng and struggling against what he saw as best for her had taught him well. In ma= ny ways, he believed it had all led them to this moment, even if it wasnR= 17;t exactly the way either would have consciously wanted or planned. But no matter, he was in full control and his dominance had never been more cert= ain. <= /span> Giving her mere seconds to gain some sen= se of self-control, he wrapped his left arm around her waist once more, adjusti= ng her position on his lap with ease. Then he quickly resumed the paddling in earnest. He continued until her breathing was raspy and her bottom and up= per thighs were a dark pink. <= /span> Stopping suddenly, he lifted her onto hi= s lap, sitting her down hard across his thighs, facing him. He lifted her chin w= ith his fingers until she looked into his eyes, and a thousand unspoken words passed between them. He placed her hands on his thighs, with a determined command to keep them there. Then he proceeded to trace his fingers around= and down her throat, across her breasts, pinching her nipples hard between his fingers before caressing her belly and thighs. <= /span> Her sharpened intakes of breath and mewi= ng noises alerted him that she was close to orgasm once more, so he warned h= er again. <= /span> “Don’t come and don’t = move your hands,” he threatened. “If you do, your hands will be bo= und and you will feel the full strength of my belt.” <= /span> Now the choice was hers, as if she didn’t know that already. But he had given her a gift by making the consequences clear for her. Now she could make an informed decision. She alone would decide precisely what she needed from him. He would deliver i= t with confidence, whatever her decision was. <= /span> He continued to tease her nipples with h= is fingers, pinching and tweaking them simultaneously as she moaned and gyra= ted on his lap. Stopping only to stroke his way to the d= imples at the small of her back, he ducked his head once more and suckled her ne= ck. He grazed her lips with his before taking a nipple in his mouth and biting hard. She gasped and whimpered, barely hanging on to the slightest shred = of control. <= /span> Then he did the unthinkable, bringing hi= s mouth to hers and kissing her deeply while his knowing fingers slid between her open thighs and embedded themselves deep within her. Unable to stop herse= lf, she cried out as she succumbed to the first resonating thrusts of overwhelming release. In an instant his fingers were gone and he drew back from her face, leaving her visibly shaken. <= /span> “Bad girl, brat,” he said st= ernly, even as the slightly upraised corners of his mouth threatened to give way= to a full-blown chuckle. “Now you are really going to get it,” he hissed. “Go get your hairbrush and be quick about it.” He sent her off with a firm smack on her ass as she turned reluctantly away from = him toward the bathroom with that familiar pout on her face. <= /span> As she reached for the old wooden brush = on the vanity, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. She was glo= wing with a radiance that she had not seen or felt in many years. For the first time in what felt like forever, she saw herself as he had always seen her, and she smiled to the beautiful woman staring back at her.<= /p> <= /span> Returning from the bathroom, she drew in= her breath and stopped in her tracks at the scene before her. He’d moved the armless desk chair into the center of the room where he was now seated and he had piled the pillows high in the center of the bed. She felt a tw= inge in her groin accompanied by a sudden urge to run from the room. With a wa= ve of his arm, he beckoned her to hurry along. <= /span> She trudged toward him slowly, dragging = her feet and stretching the seconds into a full minute. Somewhat reluctantly,= she stood in front of him and handed him the brush. Her eyes pleaded with his, but even she wasn’t sure if she was pleading for mercy or justice. = He answered the questions racing through her mind with his next words as he turned the familiar brush over and over in his hands. <= /span> “Yes, brat, this is going to hurt,” he began quietly as he looked deep within her eyes. “B= ut it is what you want and what you need. I only have this one night to conv= ince you that I will always possess your soul, just as you will mine. Just for tonight, nothing else matters. This is between us and only us, for tonight. But with the dawn, = you WILL begin to live your life to the fullest. You WILL find happiness and = love and face your future with confidence and faith in yourself.”= <= /span> “But...,” her voice trailed = off as he put a finger to her lips, effectively silencing her doubts and questio= ns. <= /span> “You will always be mine and after tonight, you will never again forget that,” he said sternly. “= ;But you cannot and you will NOT continue to live in the past or have regrets. Give it all to me tonight, baby, all the doubts, the tears, the fears and= the insecurities. If you do that, if you trust me as you always have before, = all of those things will fade away with the dawn. But in order to do that, you must first give yourself to me completely, every part of you, in every wa= y, holding nothing back. Only then will you be free to move forward. I know = that you are scared, but if you trust in me, I WILL take care of you. Are you ready to continue?” <= /span> “Possess me now, please?” she begged before she bent down to kiss him gently on the lips as she draped herself across his lap once more. Her hair cascaded around her, shrouding= her face as she stretched her hands out to touch the carpet before her. She w= as ready to give herself to him. <= /span> She did trust him, she really always had. Except for the day he left her so many years ago, leaving so quickly with= no warning, not giving her time to prepare or accept what was happening. But= she realized in that instant that he had always believed her strong enough to handle whatever happened, to take care of her self and to be happy. It wasn’t him that doubted her, but rather her doubting herself that h= ad set the stage for the progressive downward spiral that had since become second-nature to her. <= /span> Hanging her head, she knew that she dese= rved his worst. She deserved to be thoroughly punished, and she needed the rel= ease that only he could bring through such an intimate exchange to clear her h= ead. In that moment, she was more grateful than ever for his presence in her l= ife, for his love, dominance and possession. Tonight she would freely give him what she had never quite been able to before... every inch of her very so= ul. She was ready. <= /span> Laying the back of the old brush on her = still red bottom, he smiled again. “I finally have you, baby,” he thought to himself. “By the time this night is over,” he said aloud, “you will be mine forever, body, mind, heart and soul. And y= ou will be happy. And sore,” he added with a chuckle as he raised the brush high in the air. <= /span> With the first thunderous crack of the b= rush on her ass, she screamed. She knew this was true punishment and it would = only get worse. She screamed again and again as the brush cracked down at least thirty times. Her sobs and cries fell on seemingly deaf ears but she knew that she deserved all of this and so much more. <= /span> By the time he threw the brush to the fl= oor and lifted her up onto his lap, she had long since collapsed against him,= no longer struggling or squirming. She had no fight left and he knew that he= was winning her inner battle of wills. But he wasn’t done with her yet.= Not even close. One thing at a time though, he told himself. For now, he pull= ed her into his arms and let her cry salty tears into his shirt as he felt her h= eart throbbing in her chest in perfect rhythm to his own. <= /span> “Shhh.= .. baby, you’re doing great,” he soothed, “We’re almost done... just one more punishment spanking to go. But not until you’= re ready, so just relax and let it all out. I’ve got you, my love.R= 21; <= /span> She clung to him, feeling him envelop he= r in his arms, creating a cocoon within which she felt safe, protected and lov= ed. She cried until there were no more tears and he wiped some of them away w= ith gentle fingers and kissed others away with tender lips. <= /span> His hands stroked her hair and massaged = her neck and shoulders, easing every ounce of tension from her body. She felt= as if she was immersed in a warm and unfathomable ocean of tranquility. They stayed like that for some time, until she regained her composure and look= ed up into his eyes. As she did, he met her gaze and she felt the twinge in = her groin threaten to overwhelm her again. <= /span> “OK brat,” he said, seeing t= hat she was ready to accept the last phase of her punishment. “We will finish this the same way that we started oh, so many years ago. Do you remember?” <= /span> The question was rhetorical because of c= ourse she remembered. But it was also yet another way for her to show her full acceptance of what was happening and where they were going on this journe= y. She nodded in understanding as he shifted her up and off his lap. But as = his hands moved to the buckle of his belt, she felt her determination waver.<= /span> <= /span> He felt, rather than visibly saw her fal= ter, and was quick to pick up the pace. When he spoke, hands still on his belt, his voice was stern but calm, indicating that he was in full Dom mode. <= /span> “Alright then, over the pillows,&#= 8221; he said, “and push your butt high in the air. Do it NOW.” His words resonated through her soul, as he walked to the side of the bed. He knew that he was reaching that secret place inside her where pain meets pleasure and dark merges with light. <= /span> “I can’t...” she began= in a whisper. She didn’t move. She couldn’t, or at least that̵= 7;s what she thought. <= /span> “You CAN and you WILL,” he h= issed under his breath. “I will NOT come and get you this time. You are stronger than you believe. Come to me. You will do it NOW, brat.” <= /span> Somehow the strength of his words got th= rough the fog inside her head and her feet began to move as if they had a life = of their own. He smiled with pride as she pushed herself over the pillows and did her best to get her bottom up as high as possible. He walked around i= n front of her where she could see him before he spoke again. <= /span> “Good girl,” he said lightly= as he slid his belt through the loops of his jeans and doubled it over just inc= hes from her face. “I knew you could do it. Now, to make this a bit eas= ier on you, since you’ve been so good, I’ll tell you exactly how = this is going to go.” <= /span> “You would have received one strok= e for each year since I’ve been gone,” he said, “each year th= at you’ve lived your life incompletely, each year that you’ve allowed your petty insecurities and self-doubts to get in the way of your true happiness.” <= /span> “But tonight you disobeyed me, didn’t you?” he continued. “And for that disobedience y= ou will receive double the number of strokes. I will not bind your hands unl= ess you reach back or move out of position. But if you do, I will not only bi= nd your hands and then start over but when I am finished with the belt, I wi= ll use the rod from the window blinds to whip you. Do you understand?”= <= /span> “Yes, Sir,” she whispered we= akly. She was barely able to find her voice. Just when she thought she was in control of her emotions, he issued yet another challenge. He knew her so well, better than anyone, almost certainly better than she knew herself. = He knew that not only the orders he had given but the threat that accompanied them were impossible for her. She would never succeed, she thought to herself. She simply didn’t believe that she could bear it. But she would try. For him, she was always willing to try. <= /span> Besides, the idea of a thin, whippy impl= ement being used as punishment was truly unbearable. Just the memory of a bad experience early in their relationship made her tremble with fear. Despite years of being together, of being spanked by him in every imaginable way = and with every imaginable implement, she had never allowed herself to face th= at fear head on. And she couldn’t imagine doing so now. She consciously pushed those thoughts from her mind and tried to focus on the task at han= d. <= /span> She stretched her arms out in front of h= er, grabbing a big wad of sheets in her fists. She tried to quiet the fears a= nd doubts racing inside her head as he moved beyond her field of vision to t= he other side of the bed. Then she waited in silence. <= /span> As he moved around behind her, his eyes = took in the beauty of her body stretched across the bed. The position accented= her tight little butt, tiny waist and lean physique. Her hair flowed around h= er like a blindfold, though he didn’t need to see her face to know the thoughts that were rushing through her mind at that moment. She was his. = She always had been and would always be. He wanted to emblazon that image bef= ore him on his mind forever and he wished regretfully that she could see hers= elf as he now saw her. <= /span> He wanted more than anything NOT to puni= sh her anymore, yet he knew that he had to finish what he had started. He silent= ly prayed that she would find a way to do the impossible, to make it through this without disobedience, to give him more time to love her and less rea= son to extend her pain. But he knew better and so, with great reluctance, he silently lifted the belt over his head and brought it down hard across bo= th cheeks. <= /span> “UGH,” her startled cry and outtake of breath merged into something inaudible as he brought the belt = down again in the same place. Her cries echoed off the walls as she struggled = to stay in position. The third lash of the belt found its home across the to= ps of her thighs and elicited an even louder yelp. The fourth repeated that = path and when the fifth followed suit, her resistance shattered and she reached back with both hands, rolling away from him off the pillows. <= /span> “No more,” she screamed as h= er eyes rolled wildly. “Please, no more! I can’t take any more!” <= /span> “Ah, but you can and you shall,= 221; he said swiftly. “Get yourself right back over those pillows and ho= ld out your hands. Do what you are told, brat, NOW!!” <= /span> Whimpering, she regained enough composur= e to scoot herself back atop the pillows and she resisted only slightly when he reached for her hands, securing them together with a pair of her stockings from the dresser. In one respect, he knew that she was almost grateful for the restraints because that meant that she didn’t have to worry abo= ut being able to “take it” or not. She would take it now no matt= er what and she could concentrate on the sensations themselves rather than h= er own self-doubts about her inability to handle the pain. <= /span> <= /span> He bent to give her another kiss before = moving behind her once more. In her mind, she could see him raise the belt over = his head and he didn’t catch her off guard with the first blow this tim= e. She let her breath rush out just before the next lash struck and barely h= ad time to take a deep, ragged breath before the third found its way across = both of her sit-spots. The fourth wrapped around her hip and the fifth hit the tops of her thighs, causing her to scream after both lashes. But she held= her position and as the blows reigned down, he quickened his pace, trying to = rush to the end before she succumbed to her fears. <= /span> Blinded by pain, she lost herself in her= own reactions. She felt each lash with such intensity that it was as if she h= ad never been spanked with his belt before. Cognitively she knew otherwise, = but she was beyond all reason at that point and merely began to ride the sensations from one to the next like waves on the ocean. She was approach= ing an ethereal state and despite the pain, the screams felt as if they were coming from somewhere outside herself. With every cry escaping from her l= ips, she purged herself of another bad thought, fear or insecurity. <= /span> He sensed her shifting level of awarenes= s and brought down the final lashes with more ferocity than he had ever summone= d in a spanking before, directly across her sit-spots. By now, her bottom and upper thighs were a deep shade of burgundy and were covered with raised w= elts with bluish-purple edges. After the last lash, he hurriedly flung the bel= t to the floor and rushed to her side, freeing her hands and gathering her into his arms once more. <= /span> Kissing away her tears, he felt her shiv= ering and reached to draw the blanket up and around her trembling body. He held= her protectively, letting her cry it out, encouraging her to just let it all = go. <= /span> She felt as if she had cried for hours, turning her soul inside out, and still he held her. His large, strong han= ds, ever so gentle now, rubbed her back and shoulders through the blanket tha= t he held protectively wrapped around her. His touch was electric and the intensity of the experience coupled with his familiarity of her body spar= ked her passion once more. <= /span> For the hundredth time that evening, pain merged into pleasure in her mind and body as she pressed her hips against= his legs and rubbed her upper body against him in desperation. She needed to = feel his hands under the blanket, touching and loving her as only he knew how = to do. <= /span> She ached for him and tilted her head up toward his face just as he knowingly bowed down to press his mouth to her= s. The tenderness of his initial embrace gave way to unbridled passion and s= oon their tongues were entwined in a tango as their hands explored each other’s bodies freely. His lips washed the tears from her face and = neck and trailed down to suckle her breasts, causing her to moan with unreleas= ed desire. But he suddenly grew serious once more, pulling away slightly to = look into her eyes. <= /span> “Wait, baby, slow down,” he = said solemnly, “we need to talk. You have one final punishment due for y= our disobedience, but is it what you really need? I can only truly possess yo= ur soul if you allow it but our time together is growing short. Are you read= y to face your final fears or should I just forget it and make mad, passionate love to you right here and now?” <= /span> “Oh, God,” she groaned, “I’d nearly forgotten. I want you so much right now, to feel = you inside me... but I also need to face myself with you beside me. You are t= he catalyst for my truest reflection and I cannot do this without you.”= ; <= /span> “I am scared,” she admitted. “But I do trust you and I love you like I will never love anyone el= se. And I do need to go where only you can take me. I need to finish this as = much as you do. So, yes, please punish me as you must. Just promise that you w= ill hold me hard and love me long afterward...” her voice trailed off softly. <= /span> Her words made him smile with pride and = he swept her back into his arms. “Very well, then, my love,” he = said gently. “This will be hard for you, I know, but the pain that you f= eel will be your inner fears being released forever. Don’t run from it = but rather FEEL everything to its fullest. Don’t hide from me or from yourself. You know that you trust me and I KNOW that you can do this.R= 21; <= /span> “Would it be better for you if I b= ound your hands again?” he asked seriously. “I don’t want yo= u to have to wrestle with any doubts but rather to let the emotions flow unchained. But I also don’t want you to feel like I am forcing you = to do anything...” <= /span> “Yes, please bind my hands again,&= #8221; she begged sincerely, holding her hands up to him. “I have far less trust in myself than I have in you and I don’t feel strong right no= w. The ties will also remind me of my submission, and your dominance, as wel= l as the love that will bind us together for all eternity.” Climbing back over the pillows, she repositioned herself, holding her hands out to him once more. She took a = deep breath before she spoke. “I am ready,” she announced.<= /span> <= /span> “Very well,” he said as he b= ound her hands securely once more. “In fact, I think I will bind your ankles, too, though not quite so tightly. That way, you will have no worr= ies about moving out of position and can instead make yourself one with the p= ain and the pleasure that accompanies it. You will accept 29 strokes, one for each year that we have been together, whether in this world or the next. After that, there will be only pleasure, I promise.”<= /p> <= /span> With those words, he finished securing h= er bound hands to the rail beneath one side of the bed and her ankles to each end of the other rail, leaving her legs spread-eagle and her bottom perch= ed at the highest possible peak for easy access. She startled as he silently bent to gently kiss her bruised and battered bottom just before he leaned= his face down beside hers. <= /span> “I love you,” he whispered h= uskily into her ear. “Just remember... I KNOW that you can do this. And afterward, you will be loved with as much passion and pleasure as I’= ;ve given you pain. That is my promise to you.” <= /span> As he pulled away, she braced herself, t= ensing her muscles in anticipation. The room was silent and she could no longer = see him, but she sensed his movements and felt him watching her. She shivered with the thought and felt her groin clench once more. <= /span> He stepped back, picked up the rod and w= atched her every move. He both saw and felt the battle raging within her, and he closed his eyes briefly, as if willing his strength into her mind as he lifted the rod in his hands. He watched as her breathing slowed to a stea= dy cadence and her muscles relaxed, except for an occasional nervous twitch. Yes, he thought to himself, she is ready. <= /span> Touching her gently with the rod, he tra= ced her body, up one leg, across her bottom and back to her shoulders, down o= ne arm and then across to the other side and down again. He edged the tip of= the rod down the inside of her thighs and teased her legs apart easily. He se= nsed and smelled the wondrous fragrance of her readiness waiting below. Allowi= ng her body and mind several minutes to process the sensations, he tried to prepare himself for what he had to do. <= /span> Punishing her was pure torture for him at times like this, when she was so vulnerable and open, accepting and recalcitrant. But he knew that this fear was one of her darkest and deepe= st, and that this was the only way she could ever move beyond it. She needed = him for this, to do this, to be there for her before, during and afterward, a= nd he would not let her down. He would not fall short of his goal. Before the night was over, she would feel the pleasure that came with total submissi= on and complete possession. Keeping that pleasure in the forefront of his mi= nd, he sucked in a deep breath of air and lifted the rod. <= /span> “UGGGHHHHHH.....!” she screa= med. Nothing could have prepared her for the pain of the first blow across her sit-spots. “UGGGHHHHHH...UGGGHHHHHH...!” she repeated as the second and third blows landed quickly in exactly the same place, just as hard. The white-hot fire blazed through the rod and into her backside, leaving her gasping and breathless. <= /span> “Stop fighting the pain,” he advised quietly. “Take it all in and then just let it go. You can do this. And you will,” he said confidently as he swiftly delivered two more blows to the same spot. <= /span> “OHHHHH! OWWIIEEEE!” she yel= ped as the pain overtook her and tears poured down her face and onto the sheets beneath her head. <= /span> He knew that her mind was reeling; searc= hing in vain for some escape, but of course there was none. Giving her a momen= t to either accept it or dig herself in deeper, he willed her to accept this. = He decided to offer one more suggestion and try another tactic. <= /span> Grabbing her by the throat and forcing h= er to look up into his eyes, he growled sternly. “Ok, brat,” he beg= an, “that’s enough sniffling and self-pity. This is just a spanki= ng and this rod is just an extension of my hand. I know what is best for you= and I know what you can take and what you can’t. You can do this! Over = the years, you’ve taken thousands of spankings from my hand and you’ve been no worse for wear. The same is true now. Fighting always makes it worse and you know the truth in that. Now don’t disappoint me!” <= /span> She knew his words were true and she bow= ed her head in shame, opening herself to him and his love. She would find a way = to do this, even if just for him. She forced the old images and memories out= of her head as his next words shook her to the core. <= /span> “Come on, brat,” he went on, “let go of the past. Those are damaging memories. If you must remem= ber that time, remember the good that came from it, the thousands of pleasura= ble spankings and erotic play that never would have happened otherwise. Stop dwelling on the momentary pain and focus instead on the lasting pleasure.= And don’t compare what we are doing now to what we did back then. We are different people now and these are very different circumstances. This will NOT end as that did... of that you can be sure.” <= /span> With that, he kissed the top of her head= and stood up, fading from her view. She willed herself to relax once more and soon felt the burning pain of the next stroke slicing into her bottom, but she did not cry out. Four more rapid-fire strokes bit into the spot where= her bottom and thighs met but she hung on bravely, absorbing the pain and let= ting it wash through her soul. Riding the waves, she barely felt the next five strokes, although they were delivered with ferocity against the tops of h= er thighs. <= /span> She floated in subspace as he increased = the force of his blows, and she began to raise her bottom to meet each stroke, moaning softly from the pleasure that comes from total acceptance. He mar= ked her thighs from bottom to just above the backs of her knees with the next= strokes, delivering them much more slowly so he could place them accurately and she could appreciate the full sensation of each one. <= /span> She was gyrating openly now and he knew = that she was close to orgasm, so he teased her further, using the tip of the r= od to once again slide between her legs. She opened even further to meet his caresses and he rewarded her efforts with a stinging stroke of the tip against the tender inside of each thigh. <= /span> Then he quickly slid his hand between her thighs, two fingers simultaneously entering her as he squeezed her clitor= is between his thumb and index finger. Her contractions threatened to overta= ke her so he eased his fingers out slowly and whispered encouragement into h= er ear as he suckled her neck. <= /span> “Good girl, brat,” he whispe= red finally, “just two more. And I’m going to make sure that you remember these for a very, very long time.” <= /span> She groaned with a mixture of disappoint= ment and raw need as he pulled away from her and disappeared once again behind him. She was still floating in blissful frustration when he brought the r= od down with full-force strength at a diagonal stretching from her left thig= h to right cheek. She rode the waves of pain from this stroke into the next, w= hich matched its partner, leaving an instant welt from her left cheek to right thigh. <= /span> Her body begged for release as he cast t= he rod aside and quickly freed her from her bounds, rolling with her onto the be= d to hold her gently. Her body w= as still alive with sensation, pain and pleasure finally merging into true possession, and she instinctively reached for him hungrily.= <= /span> “Slow down, baby,” he kissed= the words into her neck as he held her to him. “We have the rest of the night and I want to do this right. It’s been so very long. Lay back now,” he said as he eased her gently backward onto the silken sheet= s. “I just want to look at you.” <= /span> “You’ve never looked more beautiful then you do at this moment,” he breathed aloud, marveling= at the view in front of him. Her hair splayed around her like a fan, and he brushed aside a few long tendrils covering her breasts. “If you cou= ld see what I’m seeing now,” he muttered, “you would never feel insecure again.” <= /span> “Hmmm...,” she drawled with = her eyes half-open but filled with desire and radiating love. “Come her= e, please,” she begged as she reached up for him, pulling him down bes= ide her. <= /span> His hands and mouth began a slow, sensuo= us journey of enlightenment across every inch of her body. He touched everywhere, kissed everywhere, and marveled at her every response. Though= his own passion and need burned strong, his need for her desire overshadowed = all else. He had dreamed of this for so long, as had she, and it was now pure magic unfolding beneath his lips and fingers. <= /span> Her hands wandered across his chest, pro= mpting him to stand briefly to remove his clothes. Her touch set him on fire and= his arousal was immediately evident. She knew just where, and just how, to to= uch him. She always had, from their first moments together so many years ago.= But this was her night to enjoy, so despite her protests, he gently but firmly grabbed her arms with one large hand and raised them above her head, effectively pinning her. <= /span> “Just let me love you, baby,”= ; he said softly as she arched her back upwards to reach him. He smiled down at her as she obeyed his unspoken command and kept her hands to herself, at least for the moment. <= /span> Working his way ever so slowly down her = body, he trailed feather-soft kisses down her belly as his hands firmly grasped= her slender hips. She spread her thighs eagerly as he shifted his body between her legs and renewed his kissing and stroking up the insides of her legs.= <= /span> Closing her eyes and immersing herself i= n the dizzying passion of the moment, she continued to hold her hands clasped s= ubmissively together above her head. Her hips gyrated to the rhythm of his movements = and her anticipation of his touch threatened to spill over into waves of orga= smic release. She shuddered in expectation of his mouth tasting her for the fi= rst time in so long. <= /span> But still he made her wait. He teased wi= th his fingers in ever narrowing circles around her mound, blowing little breath= s of warm air onto her most sensitive area. How he wanted to possess her fully= , to touch and taste, then enter and fill her every crevice. Soon enough, they would become one. But for now he would tease, and enjoy every moment of w= hat his touches were doing to both of them. Her body’s reactions and responses were more than enough reward for him, for now. <= /span> As he continued to circle her with his l= eft hand, the fingers of his right hand parted her lower lips, causing her to emit a squeal of surprise and sigh of pleasure. One, then two fingers ent= ered her pussy quickly and easily, just as his lips replaced his circling fing= ers, teasing all around her love nub. She moaned in sweet agony and ecstasy be= fore finding her raspy voice... <= /span> “Oh, yes, please...” she beg= ged. “Kiss me now. I’m gonna come.R= 21; <= /span> “Not yet, baby,” he laughed = into her mound, his tongue continuing to swirl around and around, embracing her wetness. “Wait for me as long as you can, then come hard and long,” he said, suddenly twisting both of her nipples hard, forcing= her momentarily off the brink of orgasm. <= /span> Easing his mouth back down onto her, his= mouth once again found its target and increased its urgency. He played her body like a symphony, bringing her just to the brink over and over, yet not allowing her to fall over the edge. <= /span> Finally, her gasping sobs and trembling = body signaled him that she could take no more. He slowed his pace and flicked = his tongue expertly across her clit, swirling and darting in light, tender, persistent circles as her orgasm built to a crescendo. She exploded with = his mouth clamped firmly around her, his tongue still swirling to her rhythm.= Her body shuddered for what felt like forever and she cried with the release = of passion, pain, pleasure and forgiveness all merged into one. <= /span> Sliding up the length of her still tremb= ling body, he pulled her close with one hand while the fingers of the other ha= nd embedded themselves deep in her pussy. He reveled in the force of the contractions that pulsed through her still, and he shared her taste with = her as his mouth met hers. <= /span> “I love you, brat” he whispe= red, wiping away her tears with his kisses. “Are you ready for me?”= ; <= /span> He needed no answer from her. The look i= n her eyes was enough, and the whispered “I love you, too,” that fe= ll from her lips touched his soul. He knelt between her open thighs and ente= red her swiftly, in one fluid motion. He gripped her hips with his hands as he rocked them together to his rhythm. He wanted this to last forever but he knew their time together was ending soon. And he was now more determined = than ever to end it on his terms, making sure that she was not caught off guar= d this time. <= /span> He rocked long and thrust hard into her = over and over again. Waves of orgasms built, crested and crashed through her b= ody as his release drew closer and closer. He held off as long as he could an= d, when neither felt as if they could take a moment more without release, he increased his pace to bring her back to the brink and they leaped off the edge together, riding the waves of their ecstasy ashore as one. <= /span> Afterward, they lay quietly wrapped in e= ach other’s arms, too content to move and too satiated to speak. They h= ad no need since they knew each other’s thoughts and feelings as surel= y as they knew their own. They both knew that their night together was coming = to an end, though neither wanted to be the one to acknowledge it. <= /span> “Well, brat, will you ever doubt me again?” He was the first to break the silence, and his voice cracked with emotion as he struggled to maintain his composure. <= /span> “No, never,” she whispered, suddenly startled and scared by the sadness in his voice and in his eyes.= <= /span> Pulling back just for a moment, he once = again looked deep into her eyes before finding his words. When he spoke, his wo= rds were stern but his voice was tender and reassuring. <= /span> “Will you promise to try to rememb= er to see yourself as I see you now,” he said, “especially when you doubt yourself the most?” <= /span> “Yes, Sir,” she whispered as= a tear fell from her eye. “I promise to try.” <= /span> “That’s my girl,” he s= aid. “It’s almost time for me to go, my love, but you need to reme= mber that I will always be with you, always watching over you, always loving y= ou and always ready to take you over my knee when you need it. Don’t e= ver forget that, OK? Now, come here and let me hold you just a little while longer,” he said, taking her into his arms and holding her tight. <= /span> As he held her close and stroked her hai= r, she felt herself drifting into reluctant sleep. She was so tired, so happy, so satisfied and so completely satiated that she could not resist for long. = Soon she was sleeping peacefully in his arms and he held her until the stars f= aded and the sky changed from black to charcoal grey. In his final moments with her, he eased her down onto her pillow, covering her gently with her blan= ket and kissing her softly on the lips as he whispered his goodbyes to her sleeping form. <= /span> She awoke to the first light of morning peeking through her window. “What amazing dreams I had last night,” she thought to herself. She could almost smell his familiar musk on her pillow. She stretched lazily in the bed, reveling in her drea= ms for just a while longer, trying to make them last and live on in her memo= ry. <= /span> Her eyes drifted toward the night stand. Confused, she reached to pick up her old wooden hairbrush and the unfamil= iar piece of paper caught beneath it. She recognized the handwriting instantly and shivered with recognition as she read the words. <= /span> “I will always be with you, and yo= u will always be with me, for we are one always and forever. I will be watching = over you and loving you for all the days of your life. And I will always be re= ady to take you over my knee when you need it, brat. <= /span> Let this brush serve as your reminder of= my strength and the depths of my love and passion for you. Let it also remind you of my unshakable faith and trust in you. You are strong and beautiful= and deserving of so much happiness. Remember only with fondness and move forw= ard with love. <= /span> Yours always and forever...” <= /span> As she hugged the brush and the paper to= her chest in blessed realization, he smiled. “Yep,” he thought to himself, “she’s gonna be just fine now.” <= /span> - The End |
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Domination of the Imagination? by
Rebecca marie Eve was running on autopilot as she came=
in
from work and headed directly for the shower. At the same time, her mind was t=
aking her
back to that morning and then deep inside herself to look for answers. <= /span> She got out of the shower and instead of getting dressed and going down to make dinner as she had planned, she mov= ed as if she had no choice, still naked, into the bedroom instead. She knelt by their bed, lowered = head, and confessed her sins of that morning to him. Her body was shivering, either f= rom the act of coming from the steamy sauna of a bathroom into the air-condit= ioned coolness of the bedroom, or from the shame and fear she felt as she spoke. She was unable to lo= ok up at him, yet she felt his presence replace the steam that had surrounded h= er just a few moments earlier. Unlike the steam that seemed to smother her though, his presence u= rged and enabled her to go on. <= /span> She told him how on the way to work that morning she had let her mind wander again, as she thought about what day = it was. As her mind took her b= ack through her memories, she unknowingly accelerated to almost ninety mph and lost control of her car. Sh= e was jarred back to the present when her car left the road and bounced to a st= op in the bottom of a ditch. W= hen she realized what happened, she wished she was dead, but the country road was empty and nobody got hurt and she knew that that was just plain luck. <= /span> Eve realized now that there had been injuries... sustained by the two people in this room. She didn't think she would ever forgive herself, but she closed her eyes now and prayed that he would be = able to. As tears rolled down her face, she sensed his anger but she sensed his understanding as well. His power sent what felt like bo= lts of electricity through the room and throughout her body, culminating in her groin. <= /span> It seemed like forever, but was only min= utes before she heard that deep, stern voice that never failed to take her qui= ckly to that point of total submission where she felt most at home. <= /span> "Evelynn Lynn McNeely, look at me". <= /span> Hearing him call her by her full name li= ke that sent those bolts of electricity again straight to the core of her womanhood and, as she tried to cover her humiliation, she heard him warn = in a louder tone, "Look at me NOW young lady. Don't make this worse than it is= ". <= /span> At that, Eve quickly looked up into the =
eyes
of her husband and had to force herself not to look away again from those
deep, dark eyes that showed her every bit of his disapproval and his
disappointment. She felt wo=
rse at
that moment than any punishment could ever make her feel, yet she felt so=
mething
else as well and she thought to herself, "How is it possible that th=
at
one look can make me stop i=
n my
tracks or cower with fear and guilt while making me so wet and aroused at=
the
same time?" She almost
missed his next words as that thought went through <= /span> "You have got to learn to keep your=
mind
on what you're doing whenever letting it roam can cause damage to yoursel=
f or
anyone else. We've been ove=
r this
so many times that I don't know what it'll take to get through to you. <= /span> Eve lowered her eyes and stuttered in re= ply. "I-I'm S-so sorry". <= /span> The sight of his wife's tears and quiver= ing lips broke his heart, and Jared firmly lifted her chin so she couldn't lo= ok away as he spoke to her with understanding in his voice. <= /span> "I know how hard it's been for you = little one, but you and I both know that 'sorry' isn't enough". <= /span> "Yes sir", she whispered and he continued his lecture. <= /span> "What ever happened to your plans to follow rules and use self-discipline while you are alone? It doesn't seem= to be working very well"? <= /span> Eve's lips continued to tremble as she l= ooked him in the eyes and spoke from her heart. "I'm trying so hard to be g= ood honey, and make you proud of me, but I just can't make and enforce rules = for anyone, let alone myself, and I can't let anyone but you do it for me. I think I'm a born submissive, and not a very good one at that. I belong to you Jared, and I nee= d you so much". <= /span> "Okay", he said hoarsely as a = tear rolled down his cheek. "First of all, you better watch yourself or I'm going to have= to punish you for continuing to berate yourself too. I am proud of you, but you need = to be proud of yourself as well. = I'll try to come up with a better plan for you, going forward. Right now though, go get me the punishment strap". <= /span> Her self-disgust and sadness showed in h= er posture, making her look small and vulnerable as she went to do as she was bid. Jared realized that she hadn't even tried to cover herself as she us= ually did. He had to remind himse= lf sternly that this was what she needed, if she was going to live a safe and happy life, and he was determined to be strong enough to give her as much= as she needed and deserved. This time, that was a lot. <= /span> Eve's stomach and loins clenched as he t= ook the strap, and both need and fear filled her as he motioned her over the pillows that he had placed at the bottom of the bed. He used the pillows to raise her bottom enough to give him the best reach and the best view of her bum, bu= t it made her feel like a naughty little girl. She was raised enough that her f= eet wouldn't reach the floor, and right now she was thankful that she hadn't gotten dressed. She felt humiliated enough without being ordered to pull down her pants and undies too. It was impossible not to submit when she felt like this, but Jared= was not a cruel man and she trusted him completely, so she didn't try to fight him anyway. <= /p> <= /span> He made her feel even more vulnerable by standing in front of her and asking why she was being spanked and then warning her not to get out of position or put her hands back to protect h= er bottom unless she wanted the spanking to start over from the start. Yes, she felt like a naughty and= helpless girl, but a well-loved and protected one, as well. <= /span> As she wondered how this could be right,= Eve's mind wandered back to her wedding day and the vows they'd written themselves. She had promise= d to "love, honor and obey" him "for as long as we both shall live". She knew that she would belong to him forever, and that thoug= ht brought her comfort that she hadn't felt in a long time. <= /span> Her thoughts were cruelly interrupted by= the first hard stoke of the thin but heavy strap as it lit the raging fire th= at would soon cover her bottom and thighs, and invade her heart as well. There was no warm-up, so even wi= th her determination to submit fully to him, she soon lost control. By the 30th stroke, she was cryi= ng out in pain. By the 60th stroke= , she was crying and squirming, trying to avoid the strap. By the 90th stroke, she was plea= ding and promising anything just to get him to stop. By the 110th stroke, she was broken. She was a limp, sobbing mess. She lost count, but was sure it = would never end. During it all, his will and her submission worked together to = hold her in place and bind her hands together above her head. As the spanking went on and on, = her tears began to cleanse her of the guilt and stress that= had built up from both the past and present.= <= /span> After another 15 minutes, Jared threw the
strap down and she sobbed for minutes before she realized it was over. <= /span> After awhile, she felt Jared's strong ar= m's lifting her up and gently sitting her in his lap. He held her tight and ran his fi= ngers through her hair while she sobbed her heart out onto his shirt. She knew just how much he loved = her when she realized that he was crying too. Once she had calmed down, Eve lo= oked up at him with love to thank him and apologize again. A shiver ran down her spine when= she heard his reply, <= /span> "Apology accepted and you have been forgiven, but we are far from finished yet". <= /span> He kissed her forehead and stood them bo= th up as he said "let's go Brat". <= /span> Eve whimpered and headed for the corner = (the part of a punishment that she hated most), but Jared said "Not yet Brat", and pulled her toward the desk, where he = non too gently pushed her onto the hard, cold wooden chair. She jumped and let out a squeal,= but he held her shoulder firmly to keep her there. <= /span> "Earlier, I told you that I would t= ry to come up with something to help you with rules and self-discipline. I think I've figured out somethi= ng that might work by letting you approach it from a whole new perspective". He turned on the computer and opened it to a new docum= ent as he continued, "Right now, I want you to m= ake a complete and well-thought-out list of all the rules you have as well as a= ny others that you think you'll need. Then, in another column, write honestly what you think the consequences of disobeying each rule should be. When you're done, save your work= and let me know. Is that all clear"? <= /span> Eve answered his question in a loud and impatient tone. "Come = on Jared! I already told you t= hat I can't set rules and consequences for myself. That's your job and I won't do it..." She shut up quickly, with dread and surp= rise when she realized what she was saying. <= /span> "Stand -up" Jared ordered as he reached to the top of the bookshelf and took down a large wooden school paddle with holes. "No= w bend over the desk". <= /span> Eve held back as she pleaded. "Jared, please. I'm so sorry. I'll..."= ;. <= /span> He stared at her as he interrupted her a= nd turned her around. He swung= the paddle hard against her bare bottom before he spoke. "Do as I said now. Without another word." <= /span> His tone of voice told Eve that there was absolutely no room for argument, so she swallowed her pride and did as he= ordered, laying her chest on the top of the desk to support herself. She forced herself to stay still= as her tears puddled on the desk beneath her, bu= t she could not stop herself from yelling in pain. He brought the paddle down just = as hard five more times before continuing the conversation. <= /span> "Now. Do you understand the instruc= tions that I gave you"? <= /span> "Yes sir", she sobbed as she s= tood. <= /span> "You better be sure, now. Use as mu= ch thought and time as is necessary. If I see any bit of disobedience or feel that you've done this half-heartedly, you'll get a much larger dose of this paddle. I don't care how badly you've al= ready been spanked today- should be that the last spanking taught you enough to save yourself from more". <= /span> "I understand everything completely= and I've learned my lesson sir", Eve replied meekly. <= /span> "Good girl. Then get going". He smacked= her bottom to make his point then went to the bed, where he laid down and clo= sed his eyes as he thought about their whole situation As he did this, Eve did just as = she was ordered. <= /span> She did work hard, <= /span> After about 40 minutes, Jared looked up = and caught Eve shifting from foot to foot and leaning against the wall. He knew that her mind was probab= ly not there in the corner with her and he meant to bring it back, to think about the position she was in. He startled her when he came from behind, got right up to her ear, and spoke= . <= /span> "Do you not remember what is expect= ed of you when you are told to stand in the corner"? <= /span> "Yes sir", she said sadly. "I'm supposed to stay still= and think about why I'm there and the lesson I've learned. I'm sorry. I don't know why I didn't do that". <= /span> "Um", Jared replied with bemus= ement. "Maybe I can help you figure that out. Take a step back. A bigger step, please. Now bend forward and put your no= se right into the corner. Keep= your hands on the back of your head."&nb= sp; She obeyed and he gave her another five strokes with the school paddle, though not quite as hard as the ones he'd given her before. Before going back to the desk, he told her, "Stay just as you are until I c= all you and keep your mind where it's supposed to be". <= /span> Fifteen minutes later, Jared called her = back and pulled her onto his lap sideways so she could look at him, <= /span> "I really think this is going to wo= rk Evie, but before you see it, I want you to really l= isten to me, okay"? She nodded slowly and he continued. <= /span> "I've made a lot of additions and a= few deletions to your list. You= may question me or make suggestions to me respectfully, but as always, the fi= nal decision is mine, okay"? he asked her and= she responded with a "Yes sir".&nb= sp; <= /span> "Good, now tell me. Who do you belong to"? <= /span> "You, sir" <= /span> "Your heart and your body"? <= /span> "Yes sir, and my soul too". <= /span> "and I t= hank you for that gift you give me. = Do you ever set out to disobey me or submit less to me when I am not around"= ;? <= /span> "no, sir. Never!" <= /span> "Good, then you will carry out, without defiance or disrespect, anything I ask or expect of you to the best of your abilit= y at all times"? <= /span> "Oh, yes Jared. Always"! <= /span> "Good Girl! Now, understand that the rules i= n this document are what I demand of you. The consequences that are there are what I expect you to carry out= as soon as possible and completely whenever you misbehave and I am not here. Can you do that for me sweetheart"? <= /span> Eve thought about this for a minute befo= re answering. "When you p= ut it that way, I think I can. I = try my hardest to submit to you always, and I always will, even if you order me = to punish myself". <= /span> Jared hugged her and said softly in her =
ear
"I knew you would say that and I have no reason not to trust you. <= /span> "Thank you, and I know that I can always count on you.&n= bsp; Can I see this list now"? <= /span> He kissed her and turned her toward the computer screen. Eve's mouth dropped open, then she leaned forward to read = every word. The rules were still = listed as she'd done it, but Jared extended the page to include 3 additional col= umns instead of just one. The se= cond column was for corporate punishment and included the severity of the span= king as defined in minutes or number of swats (all swats were to be given as h= ard as she could, right up to the last swat), and the implement or implements= to be used (he had chosen them carefully to be sure she could use it on hers= elf safely). She giggled when s= he saw that he had even given exact instructions for stress relief and erotic spankings. <= /span> The next column was for non-corporal punishments, something she hadn't even thought of, probably because she h= ated most of them so much. Some of the rows in this row were empty, but there = were few. Most of them contained corner time at least. Again= , the details were complete, and she had to admit, were fair for the rule that = was broken. She wouldn't expect= any less given directly by him. The types of punishment were extensive and clearly meant to fit the crime. <= /span> The last column was for extra notes he made. Some were to give her encouragement and in a few cases of the worst behavior, to show her how disappointed he would be. S= ome were to give extra instructions concerning the order the punishments were= to be carried out in. The othe= rs were instructions for when a punishment had to be given for the second or third time. He hadn't forgo= tten anything. As she continued = down the list, her eyes stopped on one and she read it over and over again. <= /span> For putting herself or others in danger = while her mind wandered, the punishment was: The same spanking as she's just received, given with the punishment strap (If she had to take rests to be able to c= arry it out as it was meant to be, she was to go to the corner to do so). Since it would be a second offen= se if she ever broke this rule, 50 strokes of the school paddle was to follow a= fter a short= break. 1 hour of corner time after the spanking= . If she didn't keep position for = the whole hour or she found her mind wandering too much, she was to give hers= elf 5 hard strokes with the school paddle then start the hour over again. This went for all corner time us= ed through the entire punishment. Loss of driving privileges for one month= for each offense. During this t= ime, she was only allowed to use her car for work or emergencies, and one nigh= t a week she could stop on her way home from work to get groceries. No other stops were allowed and = unless there was a real emergency, the car wasn't even to be started on weekends (since she lived on the outskirts of a small country town, with no public transportation, this actually meant she was grounded to home for a month unless she begged for rides). Each night for those 30 days her schedule was... &nbs= p; Be ready for bed by 7:30 &nbs= p; &= nbsp; &nbs= p; &= nbsp; 7:30-8:30 - stand in the corner with her bottom bared and nose in = the corner and hands on her head. Use the time to thing about why she was there, how else it could have turned = out, and what she could do to ensure that it wouldn't happen again. Set a timer and leave it on the = desk where she could not see it and do not break position to see clock. Corner time IS NOT to be interru= pted for ANY REASON. &nbs= p; &= nbsp; &nbs= p; &= nbsp; &nbs= p; 8:30-8:50- Journaling. Describe all facts, feeling, emotions, thoughts or revelations you have during the punishment. &nbs= p; &= nbsp; &nbs= p; &= nbsp; &nbs= p; &= nbsp; 9:00 - Be in bed with the lights out - NO EXCUSES. Failure to obey results in 100 s= trokes with the school paddle and adjustment of all times for the remaining nigh= ts to 1 hour earlier. This includes weekends (perhaps getting more sleep will help keep your mind alert during the day). When she was finished, Eve looked up at = Jared with sadness and resignation in her eyes. He responded by asking softly, "Any questions about the list or yo= ur ability to follow through when needed"? <= /span> "No,sir. It'll be hard, but I can do it&q= uot;. <= /span> "And with the determination I'm hea= ring in your, I do believe you can but I want you to speak up right away if there= are any problems, okay"? <= /span> "Yes, sir. I promise". <= /span> "Do you fully understand the rest o= f your punishment for today, and do you feel it's a fair one, considering your misbehavior"? <= /span> Eve's face blushed from shame and she lo= wered her head and spoke to her hands. "Yes, sir. To b= oth questions". <= /span> Jared raised her chin until they were lo=
oking
directly into one another's eyes.
"You just reminded me of an important piece of this. I'm sure you've wondered at time=
s why
this thing we do works so well. I
have. I believe it's becaus=
e we
are each committed to helping the other grow, and to our union as well. <= /span> There are born leaders and born follower= s and each type is needed to make the world work. Every one of us, from the time w= e are born, look for forgiveness when we mess up and, if we are truly sorry, ev= ery one of us deserves it. Evie, you are such a forgiving person. I can't think of anyone you've h= eld a grudge against. Don't you t= hink that you deserve just as much? that you should stop being so hard on yourself and g= ive to yourself the same respect and forgiveness that you give to everyone else?" <= /span> Eve was crying softly as she listened to= his words but he had such an affect on her that she couldn't respond aloud. <= /span> "Listen to me. We agree that I am the leader in=
our
relationship and because of my love for you, I make you accountable for
everything you do, and I expect the same from myself. You are hard-wired to need punis=
hment
when you mess up and you react to physical punishment better than any oth=
er
way. With my domineering wa=
ys, I
was hard-wired to give it to you.
We are a perfect fit. I
understand both the fear and the pleasure that different spanking give you
and I experience the same feelings each time each time I give you one. <= /span> I don't enjoy spanking you like I did to= day, but I did it for you. It am= azes me how gracefully you take what you deserve and you actually thank me for that, without my ever demanding it of you. But spanking has many purposes, some that are meant to be enjoyed, and we sure do. But for me, the most important p= urpose is to wipe the slate clean for both of us and to take all the anger and g= uilt away. Since I'm delegating = part of my job to a person I most trust, I'm asking and expecting you to do something else as well. Eve= ry time you submit to a spanking for something you've done, I want you to let your tears work to cleanse you of your self-doubt and guilt. As soon as a spanking's over, le= t it all go and be as proud of yourself as I am when you submit to it from me.= The other thing that would make me happy is if you would open your heart to meeting other people, and letting them in when you trust them. There's room enough in there for= more than one of us to take of you. Do you think you can do that for me"?= <= /span> "Eve looked worried as she bit her = bottom lip. "I don't know if = I can, but I promise I'll try". <= /span> "Don't try. Do It", Jared growled and t= ousled her hair, then used it to pull her to her feet along with him. "Okay, = lets finish this up and seal this deal as well". <= /span> Eve allowed herself to be pulled along b= ut didn't help him any as he tugged her to the bed, where he sat down and pu= lled her over his knee. She coul= dn't believe that he was gonna spank her hard agai= n with the shape her bum was in, but he proved her more wrong each time he smack= ed her bottom with the hard palm of his hand. It didn't take her long to reach= her limit with spanking, after spanking, after spanking, after spanking, and = the pain they built up. When sh= e lay limp and sobbing across his knee, Jared knew tha= t she couldn't take any more. He stopped spanking, her but continued to gently rub her bottom as she cried. He waited until the = loud sobbing stopped before he spoke. <= /span> "Okay young lady, now it's into bed= for you." <= /span> Eva pushed herself away from his grasp a= nd spun herself around to look directly at him. <= /span> "Come on Jared, it's only 7:00, I haven't even eaten dinner, and I'm not tired at all". <= /span> Jared raised his brow as he grabbed her = arm and pulled her directly in front of him. <= /span> "Too bad, little lady. You'll go to bed now and have a = big breakfast in the morning. Y= ou are stressed and exhausted from what you've gone through tonight. Never mind the rest of the day, = and the days before this". <= /span> He lifted her and rained soft kisses on = her face. Then he gently laid h= er on her tummy on the bed. <= /span> "Be a go= od girl, and I'll tell you a story before I go". <= /span> She giggled, then looked at him coyly and spoke very sweetly. "and what if I'm a ba= d girl and disobey? Would it make = you spank me again"? <= /span> Jared chuckled as he slapped her bottom = and answered her. <= /span> "Oh, you'll get spanked again alrig=
ht you
little slut, but not the way you mean". He slapped her bottom again and
continued, "I planned to send you off to sleep with a fairy tale. <= /span> Eve replied with a sigh, "No. I just want you, and I'm able to= see you less and less all the time. I'm so afraid I'll lose you altogether if I let you go". <= /span> Jared ran his fingers lightly up her thr= oat and under her chin, then he brought her head back until he could see into= her eyes. He kissed her forward= and said "Just trust me, okay"?&nb= sp; She nodded with content and thought about how well their bodies fit together. She knew that thi= s was where she was meant to be. <= /span> Still looking into her eyes, he began the promised story and quickly mesmerized her with it. <= /span> He told of two young people who had lost themselves to the demands of society.&nb= sp; He told of how they met, fell in love, and got married. Complete opposites who complimen= ted each other perfectly. In th= eir own way, they grew together and as they did, they found themselves and learned to be content with who they were meant= to be. As he spoke, the hand t= hat was resting on her bottom moved down to the wetness of her womanhood. As he told her of the joy he got= from watching her face as he brought her pleasure, he fucked her with his fingers. He finished the st= ory with her third climax and, it was with a smile on her face that she lower= ed her head to her pillow. Aft= er a minute, she rose again to look at him and, with a sleepy voice, she spoke= . <= /span> "I love you so much sweetheart. Oh,= and Happy Anniversary. I'm so s= orry that I completely ruined the day". <= /span> Jared stroked her face as her head fell = back to the pillow. "Bet I love you more, and you didn'= t ruin anything. I celebrate our l= ove every single day. Besides, nothing you could do would ruin the day as bad as it was ruined last year". <= /span> Eve nodded as she closed her eyes. Jared watched her for a couple of minutes then, quietly he left. <= /span> Eve was woken by the harsh morning sun t= hat sent its rays directly to her face. She felt more rested than she had in months as she reached for Jared, then pulled h= er hand back as she remembered that he was gone. She yelped in pain when she turn= ed over to a sitting position. She jumped up quickly, and rubbed her bottom as she tried to remember the eve= nts of the night before. <= /span> Obviously, she had spanked herself to tr= y to get rid of the guilt she felt over driving her car into a ditch and, as usual, she'd let her mind wander in order to imagine that Jared was home, punishing her just as he always did.&nbs= p; "But it felt so real", she thought to herself. More real than it ever had. <= /span> She opened her closet so she could look = into the full-length mirror that hung there.&= nbsp; She gulped when she saw her backside. "Did I really do this much damage?<= span class=3DGramE>, she = asked herself out loud. "I've never been to go as far as I deserve?&nb= sp; I'm not able to swing as hard once I hit a certain level of pain.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> I can rarely even make myself cr= y", she thought as she looked in the mirror at her red and swollen eyes. <= /span> In confusion, she looked around and spot= ted a paper on her desk. When she looked at it, she was sure that she was finally cracking up. She was sure that she hadn't pri= nted it out, but her mind told her that she had to of, and she knew that she c= ould never come up with something as detailed as this. <= /span> "Does he have so much control over = me that I could do this by imagination alone"? <= /span> As she was wondering if she should call = some kind of professional, she thought of the last words she'd heard the previ= ous night before falling asleep..."...Besides, you could never do enough= to ruin this day as much as it was ruined last year". <= /span> Last year on their anniversary, Jared was heading home early to take her out to celebrate when<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> he was killed...by another driver who had lost control of his car while he was daydreaming." <= /span> Feeling hopeless, Eve sat there drumming= her fingers on the piece of paper. Then see saw it. Som= ething she had never seen before and was sure that she could not have added to t= he top of the page... <= /span> "I once vowed to 'love, guide and p= rotect you for as long as we both shall live', and I am vowing it again. For as long as you live, I inten= d to keep that promise". <= /span> Tears ran down Eve's face as she asked in wonder... <= /span> "Is it possible that you really wer= e here with me last night"? |
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Every Picture Tells a Story by SpankoFrank When the children were still little ones,
Angela and I had dropped them off for a festive weekend with her parents
(who, at the beginning of the weekend were excited to spend time wonderful
grandchildren, and at the end of the weekend were so frazzled that they s=
till
haven't forgiven us) and taken off to spend a couple of days of communing
with nature, if you know what I mean. I had a friend who owned some land =
in a
remote area up north a little ways. It was a wooded parcel that he used f=
or
hunting in the fall. Since this was July, there were plenty of deer in the
woods and no firearms. We hiked into the woods a considerable
distance, and then stopped for a nice spanking (there are priorities in l=
ife,
you know). When we were both sufficiently warmed, we resumed our hike unt=
il
we discovered a clearing. At this point, we pitched our small tent and
proceeded to get naked. There is nothing like feeling a warm breeze, and =
ones
loving spouse, caressing ones genitals. After caressing ones genitals for=
a
considerable amount of time, we proceeded to get down to some serious
spanking. Angela had cleverly stowed several fine objects de spank in our
backpacks, and we figured there was no one around for miles. We spend the
rest of the afternoon discovering a number of different ways to deliver
succulent swats to each others fundaments (thank you kind reader for that
term). As the sun began to wane, we made a camp=
fire
and cooked ourselves some dinner. Still lacking clothing of any sort, we =
used
the fire warm our buns in a different way. Then we doused our fire, retir=
ed
to our tent, snuggled up nicely in our two-person sleeping bag (actually =
two
sleeping bags zipped into one), and spend the rest of the night making sw=
eet
love and snoozing. I awoke just after sunrise. Angela was s=
till
dozing, so I donned a pair of shorts and some sandals and went out to wan=
der
in the woods. I was enjoying the mild morning air and the perfectly clear
sky, so I lost track of time and was gone for perhaps an hour. I had star=
ted
to make my way back to camp. All of a sudden, I heard shouted, loudly,
clearly, and urgently, one word: "FRANCIS!" Now, my dear wife almost never uses the =
formal
version of my given name. She only uses it when she is very, very mad, or
when feigning anger while preparing me for a paddling. Since we were not
within spanking distance, I assumed the former was true, and began to hur=
ry
back to the campsite. As I was arriving, I realized what was
the subject of her call. There was Angela, the dear girl, laying naked on a blanket next to our now-extinguish=
ed
camp fire. Standing in a semi-circle on one side of our campsite were abo=
ut a
dozen children, probably aged between 5 and 7 or so. They were quite stil=
l,
gawking at my lovely wife and her somewhat purpling posterior, the result=
of
our previous days recreational activities. Ang=
ela's
face had a look of abject terror and seething rage on it. "Where the fuck did these kids come
from?" Angela exclaimed to me, somewhat rhetorically. I decided it was best if I took charge o=
f the
situation, lest Angela offend the young ears further. "Angela, my
dear," I responded, "Perhaps you should wrap yourself in that
blanket and retire into the tent." In her shock, she had frozen in p=
lace,
so she was still pretty much completely exposed. At my suggestion, she
realized her unclothed state and quickly complied. The children began to
giggle. At that point, an adult couple and four =
or
five more youngsters came upon our campsite. The couple looked confused, =
as
was I at the appearance of them and their herd of tikes. Fortunately, the
couple, who turned out to be quite nice, had not seen Angela in her birth=
day
suit, so they were happy to provide me with an explanation. Apparently, the parcel of land owned by =
my
friend was adjacent to some property owned by the county and used as a na=
ture
preserve. In our hiking the previous day, we had wandered too far and lef=
t my
friend's land. The clearing that we were camping on was actually on the
preserve. The group of children was associated with a=
local
church and were on an early-morning nature walk. The couple were employed by the county and were, on this=
day,
acting as guides for the group. Even though we were trespassing on their=
land,
they were very understanding and offered to let us continue to camp where=
we
were, provided we showed proper respect for nature. At about this time,
Angela emerged from the tent and indicated that we had just planned to ca=
mp
overnight (although this was not the plan) and would be leaving soon. Later, I was able to ask Angela why she
happened to be laying outside of the tent au natural. She said that when =
she
woke, she found that I was not there and went out to see if she could find
me. Since the air was so pleasant and felt so sensuous on her bare skin, =
she
decided to lay under the sky and enjoy the cli=
mate
for a few minutes. She had dozed off, and was likely wakened by hearing t=
he
approach of the group of children. Not seeing them right away, she as We bade farewell to the nature walkers, =
made a
quick breakfast, cleaned up our campsite, and hiked out of the woods. Dur=
ing
the walk back, I attempted to make light of the unfortunate event by poin=
ting
out that the youngsters were given a rare treat by seeing the naked repos=
e of
a beautiful woman. Unfortunately for me, my brilliant wife was having non=
e of
it and was very quiet the entire way home. When we arrived home, Angela sent me to =
the
guest house and told me that I was going to be punished severely for
subjecting her to the gawking kiddies. I begged to protest, but since it =
was
my friend who allowed us use of the land, in her opinion the entire affair
was my fault. So I paid the penalty. I was stripped down, secured to a pi=
ece
of furniture, and beaten about the buttocks with a variety of flat, woode=
n,
spanking implements for the rest of the day. And, of course, I enjoyed ev=
ery
minute of it. We neglected to tell Angela's parents th=
at we
had cut our camping trip short, so after my beating we went out for a nic=
e,
late dinner and then laid in bed the rest of t=
he
evening. Angela has since forgiven me for subject= ing her to such an embarrassment, even though I had been assured that there w= ould be no people around for miles. So, naturally, I remind her about it from = time to time when I want to embarrass her, or when I'm angling for a paddling. And, even though I get to gaze upon my lover's naked flesh regularly, I e= nvy those youngster for the glance that were blessed wit= h. My wife has a body that is simply fantastic. |
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