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  Smartnnaughty
 Spanko Username: Smartnnaughty
  Post Number: 169 Registered: 05-2005
 
  
  | | Posted on Thursday, July 07, 2005 - 11:34 am:    |  
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  What am I doing standing in this corner? I can't  believe I consented to this. I'm a grown woman for  crying out loud. I'm in my very own home waiting for  this stranger to----what? What is he going to do to  me? Fear ripples through me. Am I strong enough to be  submissive? Will I be able to take the pain? So many  questions! My mind is in turmoil and my stomach is  flopping. I feel something strongly arouse me as I  think about what is to happen.     I can't see what he is doing. Things are being moved  and prepared. I have fantasized about being punished  by a strong, dominant man ever since I was a little  girl. It was a daddy/daughter thing or a husband/wife  scenario. It didn't matter: I was told I was a naughty  little girl and that I deserved to be punished and  hard. It started out always the same. This part rarely  changed. I would be ordered to stand in front of my  disciplinarian and sternly told that I had been bad.  My head would be lowered in shame as my behavior was  reviewed. Oh how I hated this part. But I hated/loved  all of it. Was I crazy?     Then the time came for me to pull my pant down. I was  always reminded that my panties needed to be down as  well. I knew my backside was going to be hot but not  as hot as my desire which was already increasing. Yet  all I could think about is the humiliation of being a  grown woman that was just about to be spanked.  Sometimes, I was ordered to take my shirt off, then  bra. It was almost like I was being stripped of  clothing and dignity one piece at a time. My shame  increased. He stood up and begain to unbuckle his  belt. My mind panics as I see him remove it from his  pants. Oh the site of that! This is going to be a very  harsh punishment indeed.    The order came. I was to bend over. Could I move  forward? Would my legs carry me or would I be yelled  at once again for not obeying an order? In a split  second, so many thoughts went through my mind. Yes, I  deserved a beating but why would I lay across his lap  of my own free will? Do I run or do I submit? The  inner turmoil is intense. But I know I have no choice  and I step forward and lay across his lap.     The ritual isn't done yet, not by a long shot. I lay  in a most humiliating position and the lecture  continues. Sometimes he reaches down and tweaks my  nipples hard. Other times he has me spread my legs and  he checks me for wetness. I am vulnerable and can do  nothing but obey at this point. Questions, the  questions begin.    Have I been naughty? I'm expected to answer when we  have just been through why I'm being punished. I find  my voice and answer yes, sir.     What happens to naughtly little girls? They need need  to be punished, I say.    How hard should they be spanked? Very hard, sir.    Do you deserve to be whipped? Yes, sir.    Ask for what you need and deserve. I have been a very  naughy little girl and I need to be spanked very hard.  Please beat me because I deserve it.    Very well. I close my eyes and wait for the first lick  of the belt. I know it is going to hurt so bad just  like it always had before. I feel tears in my eyes  even before the belt lands on my ass and the pain  begins as the belt makes contact with my butt. I wince  in pain but my entire body is alive and pulsating. The  belt comes down again and again and again. His full  force is used to whip me and the pain radiates  outward.     I lay there knowing that I have this coming and  grateful that he would teach me the error of my ways.  He is one man that I can't bully and make him do  things my way. He is stronger than me and I have no  choice but to submit. I love him for being strong and  putting me in my place. The blows keep coming and I am  crying now. I beg for him to stop but he is too smart  to let me control him and get away with telling him  when to stop. All the promises of being good and never  doing it again fall on deaf ears. He is intent on  teaching me a lesson and making sure I won't forget.     Finally, he does stops It takes me a moment to realize  it and I am still crying. He orders me to the floor  and tells me to lay on my back and spread my legs. He  is going to take me right then and there. I can do  nothing but submit to everything he wants. He takes me  hard not considering me at all. He is using me to  satisfy his desires and I am merely his masturbation  tool at this point. At least that is what it feels  like. I am soaking wet and my body opens to him. He  pulls my hair as he thrusts his full penis deeply  inside of me. He rides me, pushing harder and deeper  and quicker. I can do nothing but let him take me and  use me as he wishes.     He climaxes and shortly thereafter, I do as well. When  he has finished and the last of his cum is inside me,  he lays down beside me and pulls me to him. I am still  crying but now it is softly. He holds me, gently, and  I know my punishment is over and I have paid for my  wrongdoing. I am filled with admiration and love for  this man. I feel safe from the world but most of all,  I feel safe from myself and my destructive behaviors.    Ohhh, I have been lost in fantasy. But standing in  this boring corner, I am reminded that I am not living  out my ritual. NO this is going to be real: real pain,  real tears, real sex, real harshness. Can I do it? Can  I stop it? I know that I have no choice. I gave that  up when I hit send on the email giving him my address  and contact information. Now the only question is how  would I react. I know it would be very different from  all the times I masturbated to this scenario in my  head. I just hope I can do it without making myself  into a big fool.    I don't know what to expect so I just stand there  waiting. Waiting. Waiting. I try to get a hold of my  emotions and calm myself down. It isn't easy. There is  no backing out now and I will have to go through with  it. I try to focus but I know that I won't be able to  calm down until this is over with. I give in to the  feelings and know that giving up my will to a stronger  person is what I desire, what I need. My opinion of  myself shrinks as I feel myself submit to what is  about to happen.    Now, what is he doing? Why can't he hurry up and do  things MY WAY?    (I laugh to myself as I realize that having my way is  the problem.) Sassy Sassy Sassy  No one can be as Sassy as me!
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  Fanny
 Advanced Spanko  Username: Fanny
  Post Number: 741 Registered: 05-2005
 
  
  | | Posted on Saturday, July 09, 2005 - 09:51 am:    |  
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  SNN, this is powerful release of internal energies for you.  You have articulated exactly what you want/need and you did it very well.  "Queen of Innocence"    "oooooo", she says!!
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  Bethie
 Moderator/Spanking Aficionado Username: Bethie
  Post Number: 278 Registered: 04-2005
 
  
  | | Posted on Saturday, July 09, 2005 - 08:33 pm:    |  
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  SNN, this is great and I'm so glad you posted it.  Sometimes getting our way isn't simple, is it?      Thanks for posting this, SNN! |  
      
  Spanker4u
 New member Username: Spanker4u
  Post Number: 8 Registered: 06-2005
  | | Posted on Sunday, July 10, 2005 - 10:17 am:    |  
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  I thought this was brilliantly written. I felt I was sharing your thoughts almost from within.  Thank you. |  
      
  Smartnnaughty
 Spanko Username: Smartnnaughty
  Post Number: 175 Registered: 05-2005
 
  
  | | Posted on Sunday, July 10, 2005 - 02:02 pm:    |  
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  Thanks for the kind words, Mr. Spanker. You can spank me any time! Sassy Sassy Sassy  No one can be as Sassy as me!
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  Naughtybynature
 Junior Spanko Username: Naughtybynature
  Post Number: 96 Registered: 04-2005
 
  
  | | Posted on Tuesday, July 12, 2005 - 02:14 pm:    |  
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  Wonderful story SNN!!!    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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  Bendover
 New member Username: Bendover
  Post Number: 18 Registered: 07-2005
  | | Posted on Tuesday, July 12, 2005 - 08:32 pm:    |  
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  Dear SmartNnaughty,    I read your story when it was posted, and I was deeply touched by it. One of the things that I've struggled to understand is what exactly goes on in the mind of someone in the position that you describe. For a top, it can be awe inspiring to see and difficult to understand. I feel closer to understanding it now, and I'll continue to ponder the mysteries of a sub and her needs.    There's a complex relationship between a top and bottom, and you've helped me much by baring your thoughts and emotions. I'm going to read it again and again.    Thank you. |  
      
  Tplayer
 New member Username: Tplayer
  Post Number: 7 Registered: 05-2006
  | | Posted on Thursday, May 11, 2006 - 12:13 pm:    |  
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  I have felt the same fantaies soooo many times.  Good work |  
      
  Smartnnaughty
 Spanko Username: Smartnnaughty
  Post Number: 342 Registered: 05-2005
 
  
  | | Posted on Tuesday, May 16, 2006 - 10:12 pm:    |  
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  Thanks, Tplayer. I posted it on my own blog and people liked it there too.    SNN  I try to take one day at a time -- but sometimes several days attack me at once.
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