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Alex_b
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Username: Alex_b
Post Number: 1
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, May 07, 2005 - 02:16 am: | 
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A GENTLEMAN CALLER
by Alex B.
I usher you into the hotel room and slam
the door.
"Is this how you treat someone from out
of town?!"
"Oh, come on!" you reply with a shrug. "It was
just a dumb-ass building with a bunch of boring
old paintings!"
"I've never been to the Carnegie Museum of Art
and I can't believe you'd ruin it for me by
acting like a spoiled brat!"
"And I can't believe you threatened to
spank me in front of all those people!
Are you out of your fucking mind?!"
"Young lady..." I say, taking hold of your
right ear and leading you to the bathroom sink.
"I'm about to wash your mouth out if I hear one
more cuss word!" I pick up a small bar of hotel
soap, unwrap it and hold it near your lips.
"Is that what you want to do all night- stand
in the corner with a mouth full of bubbles?!"
"No sir!" you say, staring down at the tiny
cake of soap.
"Then pipe down and fetch me that oak paddle
from my suitcase."
"That one you were showing me earlier?!"
"You got it!” I say, pointing toward the foot
of the bed. “Now go get it!"
Inside the suitcase you find a large wooden
paddle marked “Board of Education” which you
bring to the spot where I am standing next to
a chair. Within seconds of you handing me the
implement, I have seated myself, pulled you
across my lap, lifted your dress and landed
several stinging swats to your naked bottom.
“Yow!” is your response.
“No panties.” I comment.
“I thought you’d like that.”
“I do!” comes my reply, as I deliver another
volley of powerful smacks. “The easier to
spank you, my dear!”
For the next few minutes, I continue to paddle
your bare bottom with increasing force until
your cries and pleas for mercy reach a crescendo.
“All right, now stand up!” I command.
Sobbing and sniffling, you manage to get to
your feet and pad over to the mirror on the
closet door where you peer over your shoulder
at the reflection of your sore, pink bottom.
"I suppose I've had worse... and better."
you say, just loud enough for me to hear.
"Really?" I say, taking your words as a
challenge. I stand, step forward and speak
directly into your face. "Have you ever
been spanked in the diaper position?"
Your eyes widen upon hearing this.
Once, while discussing various punishment
styles, you told me that you thought the diaper
position looked particularly humiliating.
“No.” you reply with a gulp.
"Then maybe this is just the time to expose
you to it. Take off your clothes and get on
the bed!”
As you disrobe, I place the paddle back into
my case. I wait until you’re naked and lying
upon the bed on your back to lift you up by
the legs and begin spanking your vulnerable
bottom. As expected, this is an especially
embarrassing experience. Unable to kick, you
grip the edges of the bed with your hands, tilt
your head back and begin to tear up as my swift,
firm hand finds its target again and again.
“Owee!” you squeal after one extremely hard swat
lands upon your left cheek. You hiss as I slap
that same spot again with equal force.
Then the spanking gets fast and furious.
My hand is a blur as it smacks your bare,
aching, upside-down ass cheeks.
“What do you think?’ I inquire as I continue
to spank your now crimson fanny. “Having a
good time?"
"No, sir! I don't care for this at all!" you
manage to answer between swats.
"All right." I reply giving your burning ass
five more sound smacks before letting go
of your legs. You immediately roll over and
begin to feverishly massage your stinging buns.
I sit down on the edge of the bed and give you
a few minutes to catch your breath. Eventually,
you roll onto your side and look up at me
lovingly through teary eyes.
“Are you going to behave yourself now?” I ask,
placing a kiss on your forehead.
“Yes, sir... I’ll be good.” you whisper, kissing
my cheek in return. “Are we done?”
“Almost.” I say. “I want you to go into my
suitcase and get out the leather strap.”
For a moment, you look at me as if to beg your
way out of it. But then you remember how much
you adore that strap and the way I use it, so
you go to my case to retrieve it.
“Here it is, sir.” you utter meekly, holding out
the thick chocolate brown strip of polished
cowhide as you stand naked before me.
"Not like that." I say. “I want you to fold it
over and give it a kiss first.”
"Yes, sir."
Doing as you are told, you double the strap over
and press it against your lips before placing it
in my hand.
"Good girl. Now get on your hands and knees.”
I say as I stand and point to the bed.
You comply, crawling onto the top blanket on
all fours.
“I’m only going to give you twelve with this.”
I tell you as I put one knee on the bed and
place my free hand just above your ass. “But I
want you to count them. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
After a few preliminary swats for practice, I
haul back and deliver the first real slap.
“One!” you grunt.
The next one, a real stinger, arrives only a few
seconds later.
“Two!”
The following three aren’t quite so hard, but
the sixth burns so deeply that you burst into
tears and are unable to continue counting.
I put the strap down next to you and rub your
back gently.
“Do you want to stop here?” I ask.
“No.” you say, lifting your head from the
pillow. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this!
I’m okay. Please give me the other six! I can
take it!”
I pick up the strap and wait as you put your
quivering bottom back into position. Once I’m
certain that you’re ready for me to continue,
I give your burning ass a powerful smack.
“Seven!” you call out.
I go on spanking you with the strap as you
continue to whimper and count out each blow
until the very last one.
“Twelve! Thank you, sir!” With that, you turn
and throw your arms around me.
We embrace for a long time. Your tears dampen
my shirt.
"You will now fetch the ass cream!" I command in
a silly voice.
The term "ass cream" is a private joke
between us.
You quickly climb down from the bed, grab the
tube of skin cream from the table and bring it
to me.
"Now bend over my knee, you naughty girl!”
I say, smiling as I sit at the edge of the bed.
You smile back and quickly crawl across my lap.
For a few moments, I trace lazy circles and
figure eights on your reddened, raw ass cheeks,
teasing the burning surface of your skin with
my finger tip. Then I pop open the lid of the
plastic container with my left hand and squirt
a dollop of cool white cream into my right as
I sing playfully.
"I scream... you scream... we all scream for
ass cream!"
You can't help but giggle through your tears as
I continue to croon and smear the soothing balm
all over your hot, throbbing red rump. You begin
to moan and squirm around on my lap. You sigh
and groan more deeply with each rub and squeeze
I give your sore, rosy cheeks. Your amorous mood
is all too obvious. I begin to feel a very
strong yearning as well. Unfortunately, this
urge is not consistent with our agreement and
so I make a snap decision.
"Stand up, right now!" I command.
Your momentary hesitation earns you a sharp slap
across your slippery bottom. Responding to the
unexpected swat, you leap to your feet.
“Yes, sir!” you say, standing at attention.
Tossing you a pillow from the bed with which to
cover yourself, I stand up and quickly walk to
the other end of the room.
"I'm going into the bathroom and attend to
some... private business." I announce.
"You will stay here and attend to yours."
I then walk to my suitcase, take out a small
oven timer and push one of the buttons on it
a few times. "In ten minutes, we’ll get dressed
and go out for dinner, do you understand?"
"Yes, sir." you respond, your face turning
nearly as red as your bottom. "Thank you, sir."
"I've told you before... you don't have to call
me 'sir' if you don't want to."
"I know, sir." you reply as I retire to the
privacy of the bathroom. "Thank you, sir."
THE END |
Bethie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Bethie
Post Number: 95
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, May 07, 2005 - 02:38 am: |
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Alex, thank you for posting this! It's wonderful.
And welcome to the board! |
Naughtybynature
New member
Username: Naughtybynature
Post Number: 45
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, May 11, 2005 - 06:11 pm: |
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"I scream... you scream... we all scream for
ass cream!"
OMG I love that line.  Another great story Alex. 
Did is a word of achievement, Won't is a word of retreat, Might is a word of bereavement, Can't is a word of defeat, Ought is a word of duty, Try is a word of each hour, Will is a word of beauty, Can is a word of power.
*(Unknown Author)
Don't take life so seriously.....it isn't permanent
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