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Bethie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Bethie
Post Number: 753
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Friday, April 28, 2006 - 11:38 pm: | 
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For this contest we are giving away four bath brush sets and two surprise gifts. To enter, write a short story about your ideal spanking or a fantasy spanking you'd like to experience. It must be at least 500 words in length and be in compliance with site rules.
Describe as completely as you can a spanking you'd enjoy giving or receiving. Even if you've never been spanked you can do this, use your fantasy spanker or spankee, and include the details that makes it your ideal experience.
Remember, I'll be announcing two special prizes for this contest later.
Enter as many times as you'd like and have fun! If you want you can post these in the Reading Area as well. That way you can receive feedback.
Thank you!
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Fanny
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Fanny
Post Number: 2215
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, April 30, 2006 - 05:36 pm: |
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Intercontinental Communication
She was weary from her long travel as she stepped off the plane, but she had a sudden surge of energy as she thought about what lie ahead of her and also what lie "behind" her. She spied her lover waiting slying and impatiently for her arrival. They caught one another's eyes and no words were needed for their first embrace. He warm hands rubbed down her back and stopped momentarily on her bottom, resulting in a sight shudder down her spine. She knew the power within those hands and desired to feel the strength of them in full.
They sat close and held on to one another's hand as the taxi pulled away from the airport, she was in his land now, his territory, she belonged to only him right now. Their agreement was that for the duration of this visit she would answer to him, please him and let him take care of her in everyway possible. Inside she left giggly in anticipation of what his plans and desires would include. The idea of answering to her lover thrilled her and the thought of being drawn across his knee resulted in the feeling of flutters in all the places that mattered.
He stood back as she registered at the hotel desk, wanting to keep their secret between the two of them. They liked the idea of no-one else knowing what would be going on behind the closed doors. He smiled at her as she picked up the key and he followed her to the elevator. They were alone and he kissed her with a pent up passion that almost exploded between them. She moaned as he let his hands fondle her bottom, carassing it in almost uncomfortable squeezes. Her breath began to deepen in the timing of his.
Suitcases dropped carelessly on the hotel room floor, as she slid out of her ballet style shoes. Perfect little black suede slippers casually left next to the bed. She gazed deeply into his eyes, as he reached for her arm and drew her near to him, as he sat down at the edge of the bed. "So soon?" she thought to herself and was not to be disappointed. She wriggled slightly as he drapped her across his lap. He swooped her so far over his lap that her hands thumped onto the floor, leaving him a perfect target. One that he grew to appreciate for all of it's response.
She gasped as the first spank came, faster, sooner and firmer than she would have guessed. It took her by surprised, but a small laugh escaped her lips. "Do you find this amusing?" he questioned her. She felt giddy with the attention he was giving her. "No, I don't sir" she responded, still attempting to stifle her want to laugh and cry at the same time.
He smoothed her skirt down and continued to bring his right hand down upon her upturned bottom. The sensations were becoming stronger as he lifted her skirt and revealed the pantyhose that she was wearing. After a couple sharp swats he ordered her to remove them completely and place herself back into postion. Meanwhile he eyed the discarded black slipper shoe and reached down for it.
Realizing that he was completely serious, she slowly lowered herself back into postion. This was what she wanted, wasn't it? As she felt the slipper smack her panties she let out a slight yelp and her body jerked into attention. He smiled, proud of himself and what he was able to achieve with her. He alternated between hand and slipper for a few moments before he stopped to feel the heat radiating under her panties. She squealed as he pulled them down, shocked that a first spanking between them would continue to the bare.
After long and sensual moments of spanking her bottom to a bright red hue and her squirming and pleading, he stopped and pulled her up to look at him. As she straddled his lap and let her hot bottom rest between his legs, he asked, "Do you still want to go along with this?" Her eyes smiled in response as her mouth came down on his and their tongues intermingled.
Queen of Innocence
"Well behaved woman rarely make history"
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Bethie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Bethie
Post Number: 774
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Monday, May 01, 2006 - 12:21 pm: |
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 Wonderful story, Fanny! Also very hot!  |
Pinkcheeks
Spanko
Username: Pinkcheeks
Post Number: 370
Registered: 12-2005
| | Posted on Monday, May 08, 2006 - 04:48 pm: |
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“Into the Woods”
They had planned this hike for quite awhile. The weather was perfect, and all of the gear was set to go. He knew what was going to happen, and deep down she did too. But it did not matter, it would not be the first time she was spanked.
The air was crisp and clean as they made their way over Pines Trail. Every so often a blue jay could be heard in the towering trees, and they both held their breath as a fawn daintily crossed their path.
They conversed and laughed in a casual tone, holding each other‘s hands. This couple had been married for many years, and now that the children were on their own, they had time to be romantic again, and to implement more spankings into their daily lives.
It started out as a form of erotic foreplay, but she wanted more - and he was happy to oblige. She was spanked for serious indiscretions, but the spankings brought her to a place in her heart where she always wanted to be. This was a man whom she loved and adored, and his spankings only reinforced the strong bond they made so many years before.
They had reached a clearing and decided it was the perfect place. He set down his backpack, turned to face her, and gestured slowly with his finger. She approached and stood silently in front of him.
“Go and find me a perfect switch to spank you with. When you return, I want you to lower your jeans and panties and place your hands on this tree.”
She merely nodded and did as she was told. Standing bare-bottomed, with her hands resting against a mighty oak tree, she closed her eyes and sighed softly as he whispered in her ear;
“You are the only woman for me, and I love you with everything that I am. This spanking is not for any wrong doing, it is because I want to do it, and I know what you need.”
She could only nod in affirmation, anticipating the feel of the switch across her bottom.
The first strike caused her to emit a soft “gasp”, and the ones that followed made her dance from side to side. But he had other plans. Casting the switch aside, he reached into his backpack and removed his favorite leather paddle. Slowly he spanked her, all the while speaking softly and slowly in her ear. The spanks varied from firm to soft, and she moaned with delight when he massaged her cheeks with his strong fingers. The warmth of her reddening bottom only made him desire her more.
When he knew she was reaching her peak, he laid her down on a bed of soft pine and made love to her as he always had, his hands reaching for the burning red bottom. And no matter how many times he loved her, she felt as if it was the first time - just perfect.
"Thought I WAS being a good girl...really I did!"
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Pinkcheeks
Spanko
Username: Pinkcheeks
Post Number: 376
Registered: 12-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, May 09, 2006 - 08:45 am: |
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“Workout in the Backroom”
Tom and his wife Linda had always been the athletic type. Both shared a love of the outdoors, and this included biking, hiking, and an occasional rock climb. Linda tried to keep herself in shape, but as the years progressed, she found it more and more difficult. It always amazed her that Tom could keep in such great physical shape, even after downing 5 slices of pizza! It seemed that Linda only needed to look at a slice of the stuff and a few pounds went immediately to her hips.
Each of them were members of HardCore Fitness, a gym about 5 miles from their suburban home. Since Tom and Linda had no children, and both were successful in their chosen careers, it was easier for them to find time to workout, as opposed to other couples their age.
Tom liked an early morning workout, and Linda would often join him. The gym opened at 4:30AM, and Tom liked to be the first one waiting at the door. He claimed that it energized him, and he was able to focus better during his day as a busy real estate broker.
This particular Tuesday morning found both Linda and Tom waiting in the parking lot for the gym staff employee to arrive. They talked lightly about their day, and then the conversation turned to Linda’s “lack of motivation” regarding working out.
“Tom, I do try to make it to the gym!”
“I don’t know Linda. It seems to me that you have really been slacking off lately.”
“Slacking off? Gee…..it’s not THAT bad.”
Tom laughed softly and said, “ Honey, I love you and everything about you. But you know how you get the minute you put on a pound or two. There is no living with you!”
“Oooohhh please! I am not that bad”, Linda said sarcastically.
“Be careful with the tone, young lady. I have no problem at all turning that pretty bottom a bright red right here in the car”.
Linda blushed. After all these years of marriage - and countless spankings - the tone of Tom’s voice and the words he chose to say always set off butterflies in her tummy.
“Look Linda, I will help you create a new program so you can get back in the groove, or you can even hire a trainer for awhile…sound ok?”
Linda just shrugged as she grabbed her gym bag and opened the car door. With that, Tom sighed and reached for his own bag. They exited the car and entered the large spacious gym.
Both headed for the back room where the free weights were located. Here the two of them were alone, as most early morning members stayed in the front section of the gym to do cardio exercises. After a sufficient warmup, Tom began to use the weights for his back and bicep exercises. In the mirror he caught sight of Linda. She strolled from machine to machine, with an attitude that would scare off even the hardest of bodybuilders. Occasionally she would use a machine, or a dumbbell, but Tom could tell that she had no interest in being here, and since the backroom was empty, Tom could distinctly hear her mumbling and swearing about weights and looks and body shapes. He would not tolerate this any further.
“Linda, come here please.”
“What?” came the quick all-to-sharp reply.
“Did I happen to stutter, woman?”
With a frustrated sigh that was overly exaggerated, Linda sauntered over to Tom who was standing by the flat bench. She stood there with her hands on her hips and looked at him with a “ what is your problem” look.
“Ok….that’s it, Linda”. I am really tired of trying to be nice here. If you did not want to come this morning, you should have said something. I can hear you quite clearly, and if you are so unhappy about your looks, then do something! You are a beautiful woman. I tell you that every day, but it seems that you have gotten an attitude with me, and I will not let that happen. Not here, not now.”
“Oh….just………just…….fuc…….“ She did not even finish the word when she saw his eyes widen.
“What were you going to say to me?”
“Ummm……I ……nothing…..” Linda answered more reserved now.
“Ok, this has gone far enough,” Tom replied.
With one swift motion, Tom bent Linda over the flat bench and swatted her bottom hard!
“Heyyyyy!!!!”, she yelled, “don’t do that here!!”
Tom hesitated for only a brief second, looked around the empty back room, then sat himself down on the bench. He reached up and grabbed his wife by the waist and proceeded to draped her over his knee. She struggled and kicked frantically, fearful that someone would walk in, but it was no use. Tom already had her gym shorts down around her ankles and was spanking her hard!
When it was over, he lifted her up and kissed her softly on the lips.
“Now, I can expect to have a wife with a much better attitude this morning, correct?”
Linda looked at him and said, “Yes, honey, and I am sorry that I acted like such a child.” She pulled up her gym shorts, grateful that no one had witnessed what just happened.
Tom and Linda finished working out with enthusiasm and a whole new outlook. An hour later, Tom stopped at the juice bar and bought them each a protein shake. As they pulled out of the parking lot, the two older men who were working on the electrical wiring in the wall of that backroom turned and smiled at each other.
"Thought I WAS being a good girl...really I did!"
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Bethie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Bethie
Post Number: 815
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, May 09, 2006 - 01:29 pm: |
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 Thank you, Pinkcheeks! Those are great! |
Pinkcheeks
Spanko
Username: Pinkcheeks
Post Number: 378
Registered: 12-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, May 09, 2006 - 02:59 pm: |
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*blushes*
Thanks Bethie~~
"Thought I WAS being a good girl...really I did!"
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Spankedteacher
New member
Username: Spankedteacher
Post Number: 3
Registered: 04-2006
| | Posted on Tuesday, May 09, 2006 - 11:54 pm: |
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Bethie, is there a deadline for the contest?? |
Pinkcheeks
Spanko
Username: Pinkcheeks
Post Number: 384
Registered: 12-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, May 10, 2006 - 07:17 am: |
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“As Requested”
She had been thinking about it all day. So much so, that she could not concentrate on her work, or chores at home. Her behavior the day before had been totally inappropriate. She used language like a trucker, something that was outside her character. The moment he got home, she laced into him about yard work, bills, the children, and anything else that would come to mind. Ranting and raving, she flailed with her arms, seeds of anger in full bloom. He stood there and watched, speaking not one word. When she finally calmed down, he spoke. He wanted to know what was wrong, and why she had to behave in such a manner. It had been years since he had seen her this way. When she had no answer, merely a defiant shrug, he knew what must be done. But this time it would be different. He told her that her punishment spanking would be the next day, and she would be the one to decide on the implement, the position, the length, and anything else she deemed appropriate.
When they were first married, he noticed that she wanted to be the one to make all the decisions, to “rule the roost”, and have the final say in every conversation they had. One day he had had it with her behavior, and something came over him. Right there in the middle of the kitchen, he grabbed a wooden spoon, flipped her over his knee and paddled her good. Now this was a first for him, as he was raised to never strike a woman, but she had pushed too far. At first she fought and cursed and tried to wiggle free, but he continued - wanted her to understand that her behavior was out of control and he needed to set her straight if this marriage was going to last. Surprisingly, she stopped fidgeting, accepted the spanking, and even thanked him when it was over. It was the beginning of a lifestyle that changed their marriage for the better. Each knew their role, and she accepted his spankings if both knew they were warranted. It was a lifestyle that made them both happy, until yesterday.
At last she had it all straight in her mind. She knew that she deserved to be spanked, and spanked hard for the poor behavior and attitude she exhibited. He was a wonderful man who adored her, and she was way out of line in treating him with such disrespect.
Evening approached and she heard his car pull into the driveway. The children were at their grandparents for the weekend, so they had the house to themselves. Her heart raced and her palms were sweaty as she hear his key in the door.
There was a note for him on the antique table that was near the front door, and she knew he would read it as this is where he always placed his keys and briefcase. The note told him that she was waiting in the bedroom, already doing corner-time. She would only be wearing a tee-shirt, her bottom exposed and her hands placed on her head. On the bed would be the leather paddle, the belt, and the cane.
Approaching her from behind, he ran his hand slowly over her bare bottom and whispered in her ear that she had made some very good choices. He spoke to her of disrespect, of love, and of commitment. She nodded in agreement. He reached for her shoulders, gently lowered her arms and turned her around. He placed a finger under her chin and tilted her face upward. Smiling down at her, he spoke only two words….”let’s begin.”
Sitting on the bed, he draped her over his knee and began to spank her with the paddle. He alternated from side to side, making her bottom a glowing red. She wimpered and wiggled slightly, but tried her best not to move. Occasionally he would stop, put the paddle down and rub her burning cheeks. He would lecture her in a soft voice, then continue until he reached the number of times she requested - twenty per cheek.
The strap was next. Lifting her up off of his lap, he placed two pillows near the edge of the bed and instructed her to lay across them. This way, her bottom was lifted and fully exposed. Standing on the side of her, he lifted the strap and brought it down full force across her tender bottom. She cried out softly, then settled down for the remaining 5 strokes she had requested.
Finally - the cane. It was be the first time that she would experience this implement, and she had requested “six of his best”. He tapped the cane slowly on her bottom, then with one quick movement her brought it down upon her. She yelped! She did not realized how severe a cane stroke could feel, but she had requested six, and she would take what she had asked for.
When it was over, he held her in his arms talking to her softly as she cried. He spoke of his love for her, and how she was so brave to take the punishment she did. She told him that it was just what she needed to set her back on the right track - and she was grateful that he was able to do as “she requested”.
"Thought I WAS being a good girl...really I did!"
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Spankedteacher
New member
Username: Spankedteacher
Post Number: 4
Registered: 04-2006
| | Posted on Wednesday, May 10, 2006 - 04:25 pm: |
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This is really cool, Pinkcheeks. This has to be the best one you've posted so far.  |
Fanny
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Fanny
Post Number: 2285
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, May 10, 2006 - 04:31 pm: |
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Waterfront delight
Almost every night at midnight, I walk along the beach at the harbor, soaking in the moonlight and sucking in the firey power of the bright stars. The cool breeze rushing off the water blows and billows my summer dress. I am alone in peace with myelf and release all the negativity of the day. My mind and body delight in all of my senses being brought to full awareness. Silently I ache for a passionate man to complete the photograph of perfection in my imagination.
Does such a man exist? My imagination wanders, conjouring up my Darling Prince. He must be strong, brave and free of inhibitions. His mind must be full of suggestiveness to match mine and he must be sharp witted enough to entertain my desires to withdraw from the mundane world of everday life. My inner soul must be excited and delighted to take it to another level of existence. Within my heart I know he is out there looking for me. Two kindred souls seeking one another to satisfy and fullfill their innermost lusts.
It is a Monday night. acually going into early Tuesday morning, a time of the week that most people find to be boring and uneventful. Only a special few know the significance of that time of the week, those within a select circle of the same kind. Magical events occur on this mysterious night. Tonight turned out to be one when I would not be disappointed.
I looked up as he grasped my left hand and clutched it within his right hand. That right hand that held mine tightly, the hand that contained the power and energy with the poential of my Darling Prince. Within my inner sanctuary I felt a stir of passion arise. My inner fluids all began to flow, making my heart beat quickly and my breathing to nearly cease. A enormous exhale occuried when he smiled at me in light of the shimmering moon. "Hello my precious baby", were his first words, ensuring me of my fate. Who else but my Darling Prince would know the code to my desires? Who else would be aware of my unspoken fantasy? No-one, is the inevitable answer.
We strolled along the shore, the lapping waves licking our feet and ankles. The loud roar of the tumbling water making idle chatter nearly impossible, but none was needed as their two minds spoke the same words, embraced the same thoughts, desired the same fantasy.
We stepped over the branches and weeds that had washed ashore, giggling as we nearly tripped over them. Then we spotted it, simultaneously. A large tree toppled on its side, lying just beyond where the waves could reach, and it perfectly positioned! I trembed in excitement and anticipation. Would he know what I was wishing for? Within a minute there was no question as he lead me towards the fallen tree.
The heavy breeze blew my hair across my face and lifted my skirt as if the spirits knew his intentions. As he made himself comfortly seated on the fallen trunk of the tree, I stood in front of him, knowing what to expect. My heart jumped as my skirt lifted from the celestrial winds making it all the more easy. His hand embraced my bottom through my panties and I shuddered in delight, this "public" spanking was about to take place! Be still my heart, or rather...rejoice my heart.
The spanking began, slowly at first until we realized that it was likely nobody could hear, nor did we care if someone were to see me draped over his lap being spanked in the most erotic way possible. As we both understood, my panties would be pulled down below my knees to enhace the overwhelming experience. As we did not care who might be awake at this late hour, he spanked vigorously and loudly and I responded lustily. This was what I had been aching for, the utterly delightul occasion of an outdoor spanking delivered by the magical man of my fanatsy.
My bottom ached both in discomfort and also in lust for more, the cool breeze in contrast to the steam that seemed to radiate from my hot bottom. A unbelievable combination that caused me to release in a way that I only dreamed of. Heaven can wait, I was ejoying my full glory right here and now.
Queen of Innocence
"Well behaved woman rarely make history"
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Pinkcheeks
Spanko
Username: Pinkcheeks
Post Number: 392
Registered: 12-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, May 11, 2006 - 03:40 am: |
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Why thank you SpankedTeacher 
but as you can see from Fanny's entry, I have some TOUGH competition! She is an excellent detail writer  But I am having fun with this contest......and besides, there are 4 bath brush sets and 2 SURPRISE prizes to win!!! yippeee!! I love surprises!!
"Thought I WAS being a good girl...really I did!"
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Spankedteacher
New member
Username: Spankedteacher
Post Number: 5
Registered: 04-2006
| | Posted on Saturday, May 20, 2006 - 02:03 pm: |
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Finally--at long last--here is my addition to the contest! I am writer at heart, and this led me to continue writing--and writing! My story reached a snug 9 pages before I was satisfied that I had done it justice so here is a link to the story in my DeviantArt Gallery: edited
I suppose I'll be tempted to continue this soon, so keep an eye out and help me think of a title! 
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Bethie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Bethie
Post Number: 847
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, May 20, 2006 - 11:47 pm: |
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Please post your story here if you want to enter it. Thank you! |
Spankedteacher
New member
Username: Spankedteacher
Post Number: 7
Registered: 04-2006
| | Posted on Sunday, May 21, 2006 - 01:35 am: |
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Okie dokie...here goes...
Untitled
Allyriane D’Aubigne reached a marrying age at a most inopportune time. The third child of soon-to-be displaced French nobility, she knew that she was of little consequence to her father, Alain duc D’Aubigne and of even less to the red-capped peasants that she knew would someday break down the doors of their estate and possibly take all of them to the National Razor. Allyriane’s mother, Galatée, knew she had little influence on her husband’s decisions, but she also knew what the Revolution had done to the man she married. She had seen this gray, sullen Saturday morning coming for some time.
“We must make ourselves as little of a threat as possible,” Alain growled as he stood before a window in the library of his extensive estate.
“But selling your only daughter into servitude?” Galatée gasped.
“Exactly—a daughter. Our sons must be of more concern to us as they will be the ones to carry on our line should we fall into the hands of the regime,” Alain said coldly.
“I will not allow this,” Galatée replied daringly. “I will not allow you to sell our child like a piece of livestock.”
“You would see us all dragged to the guillotine, Galatée?” Alain barked, rounding on her.
“Oui, if it meant keeping our family together,” she replied, slowly becoming braver in her defiance.
“I have made my decision, wife. You will abide by it,” Alain growled, coming closer to her. “Daughters are never of much consequence to a family. The estate is entailed to our eldest, Charles and if not to him, then to Bryce, but she will come into little more than the annual allowance I have accorded her in the event of my death.”
“You sent for me, Father?” said Charles upon entering the room. Charles was dashing and tall, his tousled blonde hair crowned blue eyes and a handsome smile. Charles was lean, but strong and was thus his father’s image as well as his pride and joy. At the age of 23, he was as charming as he was good-looking, and was well favored in society.
“Have the arrangements been made?” Alain asked.
“The heirlooms and paintings are en route to our allies in England, and the wagon and carriages are being prepared as we speak. I have but one question, Father. Why are there but four places being made? Do you wish me to stay behind to defend our home?” Charles asked, squaring his broad shoulders.
“No, my son. Your sister will join another family for the duration of the war. We haven’t enough room for her,” Alain replied.
“Your will is always my command, Father, but tell me, could we not divide the accommodations differently? My brother and sister and I could ride in one carriage and you and mother the other,” Charles suggested.
“There you have it,” Galatée begged. “There is time yet to change this!” Seconds later, Bryce, the second of Alain and Galatée’s children burst unannounced into the room.
“What is the meaning of this?” Bryce shouted. “My sister has been led from the house bound in ropes like a common scullery wench!”
“Are you certain?” Charles demanded of his slighter, bookish younger brother. He rested a hand on Bryce’s shoulder and said, “Our Father has just said to me that she is to join another household to wait out the war in safety.”
“Lies!” roared Bryce, shaking off Charles’ hand. “She was taken by way of the back doors and fought the ruffians that handled her so roughly. She went not by her own will. What is the meaning of this?”
“Is this true, Father?” Charles asked, fighting not to clench his teeth as he spoke. Alain remained facing the tall window with its prospect of the small hills and lake that graced the grounds.
“There you have it now, Alain. You’ve disgraced yourself in the eyes of your sons,” muttered Galatée above her tears.
“Then it is true. You have sold our only sister into slavery,” Charles said in shock.
“I have,” said Alain, turning finally to face his sons. “My decision is final and as such it is beyond reproach. You will join us in the coaches now and go to safety with the rest of the family or you will no longer have my name or my fortune to call your own. Make your choice!” With this, Alain stormed out of the library, leaving his family too stunned to respond. Galatée sank to the floor, her skirts billowing around her and wept into her hands as she bent to the floor. Bryce went to her and wrapped his protective arms around her.
“Weep not, Mother. We shall make this right,” Bryce murmured. “Shan’t we, brother?”
“This will not be born,” Charles replied, reaching to help their mother up from the floor. “Father cannot be allowed to simply sell us like slaves. We are not his property.”
“We shall never see her again, my darlings,” whimpered Galatée. “Your sister is lost to us forever.”
“Have no fear, mother,” Charles said, producing his handkerchief for her as they made their way to the front door. “I will not have peace until Allyriane is safely back home with us. I may take time, but I *will* bring her home.”
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“You’ll do well to learn your place, woman,” said a man in a harsh black suit as he roughly pushed Allyriane into a cart. “Your master fetched a high price for one as pretty as you.”
“I do not understand what is happening!” Allyriane wept. “Why have I been sold thus?” Without another word, the man locked the cart and ordered it away, leaving Allyriane to further muse why her own family had betrayed her at the tender age of 20. At this age, she should have been practicing her piano-forte, or improving her skill at the needle and certainly she should have been attending parties and balls with her brothers in order to someday capture the attention of a worthy young gentleman. Instead, she was now heading down an unkempt road toward an unpredictable fate.
“I have no master,” Allyriane growled; one last attempt to get free. “No master save for my—” she stopped herself just short of the end of the statement, the realization suddenly dawning on her that she had just been betrayed by her own father. Desolate, the poor girl fell silent as she resigned herself to the fact that her own family had for no reason suddenly rejected her.
By nightfall, all of the slaves collected that day were chained and imprisoned in a damp cellar dungeon for the night. By ten the next morning, she had been purchased and she shook in uncertainty as she rode in the back of a wagon toward her new home.
The rest of the morning was a blur to Allyriane. The head housekeeper, a stocky, broad-faced woman of about 55 years, had shortened her name to Ally—a name she allowed no one to call her other than her own brothers—and had assigned her quarters with three other maids. Allyriane cried in silence that night as the other girls chattered or read before blowing out the lamps. Allyriane found their manner and language to be coarse and the smell even worse.
“This here your first placement, love?” asked one of her roommates, a buxom red-head who looked to be about 5 years older than she.
“Yes it is,” Allyriane replied, trying to pretend that she hadn’t been crying.
“Everyone cries their first night. Just seems like too much to take in. Everything’s new. New house, new duties, new people. Even smells different. Don’tcha worry none. I been hearin’ from the servants that are already here that the master is a good man. At any rate, it’ll be better than our last position, isn’t that right, Cammi, dear?” the red-head babbled.
“Got that right, Cerise. Couldn’t get much worse than Master Beltane. There was a ‘belt’ in his name for a reason,” Cammi replied.
“I heard that he once beat a man for bringing food to a starving child,” added a third roommate.
“Don’t ya be making stuff up now, Angie,” Cerise warned. Angie, or Angelette, demurred and said no more.
“Master Beltane was heartless, but he wasn’t no starver of innocents,” Cerise defended. “He wasn’t like some that would trample a young one beneath the carriage wheels and then try to buy away the grief of the little one’s father.”
“You know that for a fact? That actually happened?” ventured Allyriane.
“Of course it did,” Cerise murmured, sliding further beneath the covers. “I just know that this new Master—Master Hardouin—is a better man. A strict master, but a better man. Now, that’s enough out of all of us. Gonna be a long day tomorrow and we best be awake when the bells ring.” With this, all four girls settled in to the two beds in the room and fell quickly asleep.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
This first morning, Allyriane discovered that the estate staff consisted of all new people. She discovered as she assisted with the polishing of the silver that the original staff had been dismissed and all new staff had been acquired save for the frumpy head housekeeper, and only she knew the reason that Master Hardouin had gone for a week during this transition. According to her, some treasure from a friend’s estate had been spirited away and the Master had gone all the way to Paris to try to retrieve it. The whole household came to a halt when the Master returned two days ahead of schedule.
Allyriane watched as the Master got down out of the carriage bearing a large wicker basket that he handed directly to the housekeeper. With this, he removed his gloves and his hat and handed them to his personal manservant and proceeded into the main house.
Allyriane and her roommates fell under his shadow as he passed through the room where they were polishing the silver and the other three girls proceeded to curtsey, though each was shaking under the gaze of the unfamiliar man. Allyriane, half too shocked to move and half unaccustomed to curtseying to a man her equal in station, simply stood and stared.
“Is there something wrong?” Master Hardouin demanded. A violent shudder suddenly buckled Allyriane’s arms and the tray full of silver clattered noisily to the floor at the Master’s feet. Allyriane gasped and averted her eyes, dropping to her knees and starting to hurriedly pick up the fallen silver.
“What’s happened here?” shouted the housekeeper, pushing Angelette over to get to the front of the scene.
“I’m afraid I’ve rather startled this one,” the master replied simply.
“I’ll handle it, Master. This won’t happen again,” the housekeeper growled. She yanked Allyriane up off the floor and started to pull her toward the kitchen, but Master Hardouin stopped her.
“I’ll handle this. Send her to my library at once and I’ll be there presently,” Hardouin replied. Terrified, she shook as she waited in the silence of the library. The master’s footsteps thudded heavily on the floors and stopped to open the door. Allyriane forced herself not to look as he approached and came to stand in front of her. She kept her eyes on the floor as he slowly circled her.
“I don’t know what other households you have served, but in my home, you will show proper respect when your betters are in the room, do I make myself clear?” Hardouin said. His voice betrayed only firmness and authority.
“Yes, sir,” Allyriane murmured.
“Look at me,” Hardouin said. Allyriane complied.
“What is your name?” Hardouin demanded.
“Allyriane D’Aubigne, sir,” Allyriane replied, trembling more now.
“I do not appreciate liars, woman,” Hardouin warned. “What business would a noble woman have being in the position of a servant?”
“Sir, c’est vrai…it is true!” Allyriane murmured, fighting tears of fear. Hardouin took her arm and walked her to a corner. Forcing her to face it, he once again spoke, “If I find out that you have lied to me regarding your name, I shall return to give you a lashing the likes of which you have not yet dreamed. Remain here.”
Master Hardouin left the library and as soon as he was out of earshot, Allyriane continued to cry softly. For some reason, Allyriane entertained a wicked thought. She wanted it. She wanted just one swat to bring the harsh sting of the paddle against her innocent flesh. Quickly, she banished this thought from her mind. What business did she have actually inviting more trouble than she was already in?
As she mused this, Master Hardouin returned and with him, the brutish housekeeper. She took Allyriane out of the library and returned her to her duties. For the rest of the day, she could think of nothing but Master Hardouin. His tall, muscular build, his dark hair and brown eyes, the strength of his arm and of course, there was that thought of the paddle—all of these kept Allyriane’s dangerously innocent imagination racing all afternoon.
When night fell, Allyriane was summoned to Master Hardouin’s rooms again. Her heart beat a little more pronouncedly as she knocked and awaited his answer.
Finally, he opened the door and admitted her. Silently and with bowed head, she walked to where she had stood before, directly in front of his desk.
“What do you know of my recent journey to Paris?” Hardouin asked as he sat down.
“Nothing, sir,” she replied. “except that you went to Paris to recover some treasure that had been lost to you.” There was a pause and then he responded.
“There you are only half correct, madam,” Hardouin said. Allyriane looked up at him at this. No servant is ever addressed as ‘madam.’
“I indeed went to Paris after some manner of treasure. But it was not a treasure of mine. My treasure,” he explained. “was lost to me just last winter. My fiancée, the woman I was bound to marry, contracted a vile illness and died. I had become so despondent after this that I rarely left the house. About a fortnight ago, I received a letter of some urgency from a young friend in the north of France.” Allyriane’s eyes widened.
“Something strikes you?” Hardouin asked, waiting for her to answer.
“My family is from the north of France, sir,” Allyriane replied. “That is all.”
“Precisely what I wanted to hear,” Hardouin said. “The friend I speak of bears the name you claimed earlier today. Charles D’Aubigne.”
“My brother…” Allyriane murmured in surprise.
“I don’t know what happened to make your father do this, but I am going to find out. Until then, I shall arrange a situation for you in one of the upstairs guest rooms,” Hardouin said. “No noblewoman is going to serve tables or polish silver beneath my roof.”
“You are very kind, sir,” Allyriane said, curtseying demurely. Certainly, she never expected this advantageous turn of events.
“The honor is mine, Mademoiselle D’Aubigne. You will certainly want to change and freshen up before dinner is served,” Hardouin observed as he looked her over. “I shall assign a lady maid to help you.”
“May I request a specific one?” Allyriane dared. Hardouin turned and eyed her quizzically.
“Made friends so soon, have you?” he commented.
“Aye, ma mere often told me that I was blessed with an agreeable disposition,” Allyriane replied as she blushed a bit.
“Suit yourself,” Hardouin concluded. “Whom shall I send?”
“Her name is Cerise, sir,” Allyriane replied.
“I shall send for directly,” Hardouin said, nodding before he left her to the butler that escorted her down the hall and to the bedroom that the Master had indicated.
At first, Cerise had been terribly angry and confused. It took a great deal of explaining for Allyriane to convince her that she was indeed a noblewoman.
“I should have known. A proper serving girl would never have dropped all of that silver,” Cerise teased at last.
At dinner, Allyriane thought to inquire more as to Master Hardouin’s communications with her brother.
“He seemed most upset at the loss of you,” Hardouin replied. “He was determined to relocate you as soon as could be.”
“Surely the revolt is not yet complete?” Allyriane asked. “It cannot be safe for those of high rank to reemerge into society yet.”
“On the contrary, I have it on good authority that the Bastille has been stormed, and with it, the end of the revolution looks to be eminent,” Hardouin replied.
“Why would you go all the way to Paris—risk your life—what treasure could be so important to you to…” For the second time in less than a week, Allyriane was speechless.
“You, my lady, were the treasure I ventured to Paris to find. Your brother is a respected and admired young man and my good opinion is rarely given,” Hardouin revealed.
“Kind sir,” Allyriane said after several seconds had gone by. “How may I repay you for such a risk?” Hardouin pondered a moment.
“Join me in the drawing room after the evening meal,” he replied. The rest of the meal was silent.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
“I suppose you find it was rather coincidental that you should come to be in the hands of someone so well known to your brother,” Hardouin said when Allyriane joined him as he had requested. He circled her slowly as she stood in the middle of the room, just as he had done before. Allyriane stood and allowed her heart rate to double as she felt his eyes boring into her.
“I had thought that rather strange, sir,” Allyriane replied, still remaining on the spot.
“Do you suppose that there was a reason you were brought here?” he asked.
“Yes, sir, now that you say something about it, I do,” she replied. She shuddered just a little under his scrutinizing gaze.
“You asked me at dinner how you could repay me,” Hardouin said, changing the subject. “There is a way.”
“I will do whatever you wish,” Allyriane hastily agreed. Hardouin could only with difficulty keep the pleased smile from his face.
“You recall the event with the silver this afternoon?” he asked her. She nodded, swallowing hard.
“You may repay me by taking your punishment,” He said, standing directly beside her. She shuddered more violently this time and gasped.
“Oh…with pleasure, sir,” she murmured, losing the attempt to keep the excited sheen of tears from her eyes.
“You would do this,” Hardouin asked. “of your own will? You would invite it?”
“Yes,” whispered Allyriane. Her voice was diminished to this by the combination of excitement and instinctive fright. Hardouin took a chair near the fire and made himself comfortable before beckoning Allyriane to come nearer.
“I will accept your restitution over my knee, with your bottom bared,” Hardouin instructed, opening his arms to guide her over into the correct position. Allyriane whimpered just a bit as he lifted her skirt high above her waist and parted her drawers. There beneath the soft linen fabric laid the smooth, firm, porcelain orbs of her bottom. They were unblemished—untouched by any foreign hand or object. It was now Hardouin’s turn to issue a shudder. He lightly traced his fingertips over her virgin flesh and she quivered beneath his grip, uttering soft gasp and a whimper. Smiling now that she could not see him, he started out slowly, bringing his hand down upon her bottom again and again. He picked up the pace after about a minute, drawing excitement from the way her bottom was beginning to turn pink. It excited him to hear her cry out but still not begging him to stop.
He stopped for a moment to rest his hand and allow her to catch her breath.
He looked at her upturned body, swallowing, he rested his hand on her reddening cheeks, absorbing the heat beginning to radiate from them. He took his time slowly rubbing them for a moment before she looked up at him. She quivered in joy as she supported herself on her hands.
“Is something wrong? Am I through?” she asked timidly.
“Do you wish to be?” he asked softly. She whimpered softly and he dared to press his hand a bit harder. Allyriane considered her options. She was by no means ready to tarnish the family reputation by spending the night with this man tonight, but allowing him to continue was definitely still in the cards.
“I should return to my room,” Allyriane murmured. “We mustn’t seem too hasty.”
Hardouin was slightly disappointed, but allowed her to rise and readjust her clothing and hair.
“As you wish. I will send an express to your brother in the morning. I am certain he is eager to ascertain your safety,” Hardouin replied, striving to compose himself. Allyriane took several steps closer and closed the distance between them.
“I cannot feel I am in any danger when I am here with someone like you,” she whispered. Allyriane took her leave silently. Hardouin gripped the edge of the mantelpiece as soon as she was out of earshot. He couldn’t believe what had just transpired. He had never done such a thing to a woman who actually wanted him to do so. Fascinated, exhilarated and unable to sleep, Hardouin retired to his own rooms and prepared the express to Charles D’Aubigne before surrendering to sleep. His conflicting feelings for his lovely houseguest would have to wait. |
Naughtyboy50s
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Username: Naughtyboy50s
Post Number: 11
Registered: 05-2006
| | Posted on Sunday, May 21, 2006 - 09:06 am: |
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Fanny,
Everyones stories are very stimulating! However, you are my choice. They are so sexual yet don't cross a fine line. I love your imagination. Thanks! |
Pinkcheeks
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Username: Pinkcheeks
Post Number: 432
Registered: 12-2005
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geezzzzzzzzzz Naughtyboy!!! Don't make me feel bad! ~~~ 
**glad its Bethie who is voting - cuz if it were up to you, I would not be basking in the afterglow of the bathbrush! 
"Thought I WAS being a good girl...really I did!"
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Fanny
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Fanny
Post Number: 2382
Registered: 05-2005
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Just my fantasies, guys. I wasn't trying to write a novel, but just tell it like I feel it.}
Queen of Innocence
"Well behaved woman rarely make history"
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Babyslilgirl_20
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Username: Babyslilgirl_20
Post Number: 2
Registered: 05-2006
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This is my first time doing this, I'm very new so tell me what you think.
The Horse
It was their first time in one of these stores. And it was a little different from the others. They were so excited, like kids in a candy shop. When they walked in they couldn’t believe their eyes.
Spicy red hot color splashed on the walls with naughty black accents, and the music oh the aroma in the room, it was just the perfect mood setter.
There were lotions and potions and dildos and games, there were videos, lingerie and OH….spanking things.
As they walked around their eyes lit up in bliss, they couldn’t wait to go back home and try out their new toys. They noticed silky black curtains all around the store. Behind those curtains were doors and behind those doors were private little rooms to have some naughty fun. They knew right away that they wouldn’t have to wait to go home. They found plenty of new things they would love to try but what really caught their eyes were the paddles, whips and wooden bath brushes. It was a whole world of spanking fun. Things they had never seen nor heard of before but were definitely willing to try.
They spent hours looking and grabbing things they wanted. But they took so long that by the time they were ready to use a private room, it was closing time. Such a disappointment, they were so ready and so willing yet it was time to go.
“O well, we’ll come back tomorrow” Marino said with a sigh.
“NO, heck no we spent all this time, were going to get one of those rooms” Jackie yelled
“Excuse me? Don’t you talk to me like that little girl. I have no problem taking you in that room and putting you over my knee.”
But Jackie just rolled her eyes, mumbled under her breath and started walking away.
“ I can get rid of that attitude real quick”
Jackie took off running, she knew she was going to get in trouble for what she did but she figured she would have some fun before her bottom became blistered.
Running up and down the aisles, going through all the doors. All the while Marino chasing behind her.
“You better quit while you’re ahead”
She hid in one of the private rooms, but that didn’t work for long, Marino found her and he was ready to punish that bad little girl. But he knew he would have to wait till they got home, after all the store was closing.
On their way out, Jackie noticed another curtain that she hadn’t seen before but this one was red and she knew it was different, she could feel it.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry I’ve been being bad, I'll be good now.”
She leaned in and gave him a kiss. With a smile Marino turned towards the door to leave.
“Okay I'll forgive you, but only if...”
He turned and she was gone.
“Dimmit girl, that’s it, I was going to forgive you but you can forget that now”
She had gone through that red curtain, but there were nothing but boxes, she heard Marino coming and she looked for a place to hide. Marino came through, but she was no where to be found, just as he turned to walk away he heard a noise. It was coming from another door in the very back of that room. He knew it was Jackie so with a smirk he headed towards the door.
“No where to run, what are you going to do now”
He opened the door and found something he definitely wasn’t expecting.
They were both standing there in awe, wow they had heard of those before but never actually seen one, it was one of their wildest fantasies. There it was only a few feet away… a punishment horse. Of course they were both probably thinking the same thing but Marino knew it was time to go, they couldn’t stay. So he grabbed her by the arm and left that wonderful room. But as they entered back into the store, it was dark, and quiet, no one around. While Jackie was busy playing and running around, they had all left to go home.
“Great, now look what you have done. Boy are you in trouble”
He gave her the ‘you won’t be able to sit down for a week’ look
They tried to get out but all the doors were locked, they were stuck, stuck in a sex store!
“Well, since some bad little girl got us into this mess and there’s no way out, I’m going to make the best of it. You want to play? Let’s play.”
Jackie knew he was up to something. He took her and headed back towards that little red curtain, but not before grabbing a wooden paddle of course. Through the curtain and back to the door he stood her in front of the horse.
“ No please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” Jackie squealed with fear.
“Be quiet, I don’t want to hear it, you had your chance and you made it worse, there’s no turning back now.”
“But...” she couldn’t get anything out.
“NO, I said be quiet, you are going to stand there and be still.”
“Yes sir”
He started to unbutton her blouse.
“Drop your pants, I want everything off but your panties.”
“Yes sir” She did as she was told.
“Good girl” Marino praised her with a light smack on her perfectly rounded ass.
He slowly caressed her soft warm skin. He kissed her neck slowly and sweetly. Moving slowly down towards her luscious breasts. Cupping and kissing them. Jackie let out soft moans of pleasure, waiting for more. She placed her hand on his head and tried pushing him down towards her wet pussy.
“What did I tell you? Don’t move, if you don’t listen I’m going to stop” Marino said with another smack.
“Yes sir” She whispered
He continued towards her stomach, softly kissing her belly button. Her heart was pounding, she was getting wetter and wetter. He started towards her sweet spot, first kissing and caressing, he slid his fingers inside her panties and gently pulled them down. Then finally licking her with his warm wet tongue. His hand caressing as his tongue gave unbelievable pleasure. Just as she thought it couldn’t get any better Marino slowly slid his two fingers inside her tight pussy. It was the best thing feeling in the world. She was just about to have the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced when…SMACK. It was over.
“I’m talking to you little girl” Marino said as he firmly smacked her behind.
She opened her eyes with the disappointment of realizing it was all her imagination.
“Were you listening to me?”
“Um, yes sir”
“ What did I just say?”
“You said, ‘What did I just say’”
“ O okay so you want to be a smart mouth huh? I guess you want to make it worse than it already is?”
“No sir I’m sorry, you said…you…I…um”
“That’s enough, its time for your spanking”
“No sir, please, I’m sorry, ill be a good girl I promise.”
“Didn’t I tell you to be quit?”
“Yes sir”
Marino directed her onto the horse and into place. As she settled on she felt the extreme pain but pleasure pushing against her clitoris. He quickly strapped her into place, her wrists and ankles were securely fastened down and could not be moved. Nothing she could do now but vulnerably wait for Marino to punish her. He took off his belt and gave her one last kiss on the forehead before her bottom became red hot and on fire.
“Maybe this time you’ll learn.”
He pulled his arm back and let down a hard whip, she cried out, whip after whip after whip. Fast and hard he spanked his naughty girl. Every time that belt hit her sore bottom she jumped and her pussy was pushed against that edge with pleasure. When Marino thought she had had enough he rubbed her throbbing bottom and teased her awaiting pussy. Oh but it wasn’t over yet. No sir, she deserved a lot more. It was time for the paddle. That o so heavy, hard paddle she had been dreading. Fast and hard, no hesitation, just like the belt.
That day, in that room, on that horse, Marino gave Jackie the ride of her life.
Have you had your spanking today?
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Bethie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Bethie
Post Number: 907
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, June 06, 2006 - 01:18 am: |
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Here are the four bathbrush winners of this contest!
Fanny, Pinkcheeks, Spankedteacher, Babyslilgirl_20. Congratulations and please PM me to claim your prizes!
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Pinkcheeks
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Username: Pinkcheeks
Post Number: 497
Registered: 12-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, June 06, 2006 - 05:11 am: |
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WOW!!!! THANK YOU BETHIE!!!!!!
**HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO A GREAT SITE!**
"Thought I WAS being a good girl...really I did!"
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Spankedteacher
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Username: Spankedteacher
Post Number: 11
Registered: 04-2006
| | Posted on Tuesday, June 06, 2006 - 09:18 am: |
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Yay!  Thank you so much!! |
Shylah
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Shylah
Post Number: 1077
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, June 06, 2006 - 06:13 pm: |
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Congrats winners!!
Take my heart and soul. But please don't step on it, it breaks easily.
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Katie_spades
Advanced Spanko
Username: Katie_spades
Post Number: 503
Registered: 11-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, June 06, 2006 - 06:35 pm: |
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Congratulations Fanny, Pinkcheeks, Spankedteacher, Babyslilgirl_20!!!!! WEll done guys!
The Princess of Spanking
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Babyslilgirl_20
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Username: Babyslilgirl_20
Post Number: 8
Registered: 05-2006
| | Posted on Tuesday, June 06, 2006 - 06:59 pm: |
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WOW OMG i cant beleieve it!!! im soo excited!! Yay! THANK YOU SOO MUCH BETHIE!!!!
Have you had your spanking today?
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Sarahsbrat
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Username: Sarahsbrat
Post Number: 4
Registered: 06-2006
| | Posted on Wednesday, June 14, 2006 - 04:17 am: |
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It was hot, too hot for this time of year and Isobel did not do well in it. She had moped about for the day, going from room to room and still nothing really appealed to her. Sighing, she went to the freezer and got a lolly out, chosing a green wrapper this time. It turned out to be lime, her favourite.
'Bugger this!' she said out loud and rang up B&Q. They were just down the street from her and she thought if she went all *girlie* they would help. After all, Lucy had forbidden Ebay, not B&Q.
Asking for the cooling/heating department she was soon speaking to a very nice and kindly gentleman about an air conditioner. At times such as these Isobel could be very *girlie* and before he knew what had hit him he was agreeing to bringing the unit right over and installing it for her.
Isobel tidied up quickly so he would have some place to work and when the truck pulled up in front of the house she jumped up to let him in.
He had brought another worker with him to help and soon they had the unit installed and humming away.
It wasn't until it was nearly time for Lucy to come home from work that Isobel began to wonder if she may have done something she shouldn't have before discussing it. Too late now, the deed was done. Besides she just knew once Lucy was comfortable and cool she would see the joys of this.
'Hulloo!' Came her Top's greeting from the doorway and then nothing. Isoble waited.
'ISOBEL!' Oops, she came down the stairs and stood in front of Lucy looking at her. 'Yes?'
'What have you done, Sweetie?'
Now Isobel thought this was a silly question as it was quite apparent what she had done, so she smiled. 'Surprise!'
Lucy quirked a brow, 'Uh huh. Upstairs, find a corner.'
Isobel snorted and stomped up the stairs. From her corner she could hear Lucy getting her customary glass of wine to wind down with after work and the telly going on so she could catch the news. Bugger! She would be here now for a while. Isobel kicked the wall.
At times like this it was hard to tell which was worse. Being in the corner like this or when she would finally hear footsteps on the stairs. When they came she decided footsteps, definitely footsteps.
Lucy went into her room and soon she called Isobel in too.
'Sit down Poppet, we need to talk.'
Isobel was happy where she was, across the room by the door in case a quick escape was called for. Lucy looked at her and she sighed, but went to sit.
'Did we talk about air conditioning?' Lucy began.
'Last year.' Isobel offered.
'And?'
'You said no then.'
'So you decided on your own that we would invest in this now?' An eyebrow went up.
'Well, dammit. You aren't here in the day time, I am. You don't do the cleaning and cooking, I do.' Isobel started.
'Now just a minute young lady. I know how hot it gets. No one tells you to work all day, or cook elaborate meals do they? You can take things easier in the hot weather.' Lucy reasoned.
'You say that now and if I do you will tell me I'm not doing a good enough job and you work all day and shouldn't have to at home.' By now there were tears appearing in Isobel's eyes but they weren't falling yet.
'Irregardless, we don't make majour purchases like this without discussing it before. I don't do that to you and I expect the same consideration, is that clear?'
Isobel nodded, not trusting herself to speak at this point. Lucy sighed and sat her glass down.
'Up you get then.' She patted her lap.
'You're gonna spank me! I don't hink so.'
'Oh? Why is that?' Lucy asked as the inevitable brow rose.
'Because that's not right. You lectured me enough on it, that's good enough.' Isobel crossed her arms.
'Oh, I don't think so.' Lucy said and picked up the hairbrush. 'Now.' And she patted her lap again.
Isobel sniffled and lay down, grasping the sheet as she did so. The hairbrush was only a warm-up implement now or sometimes used when the crime wasn't serious. She felt that Lucy would think this was. As the hairbrush made its way around her buttocks and thighs she breathed deeply, it was just the beginning, Lucy was barely tapping her, then the brush came down hard and she jumped. Several more and she was squirming a little, more to have the implement land in different spots than from pain.
Lucy laid the brush aside.
'Corner.' Isobel got up and went to stand in the corner sniffling just a bit. Her ears caught the sound of Lucy moving around in her room and then she left. At first Isobel was confused and then she heard her own bed being turned down and the pillows plumped. Bugger!
Lucy came back in and sat down, 'Come here, please.'
Isobel turned around and saw the paddle in her hand and bit her bottom lip. This implement had been hand made by a Dom friend of a Top friend in Texas for Lucy and each hole was loving carved and worked to perfection. Isobel hated it.
She never knew which side Lucy was going to use, she just knew that one hurt more than the other. She went and let herself be guided over Lucy's lap again and again she gripped the sheet, this time in both fists and gathered the material up to her mouth, just in case.
As the paddle rose and fell, she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to breathe, it was to hard and soon she was giving herself over to the one thing she wanted most, to cry. She kicked a few times and it helped for all of a second or two, the pain was getting more and more intense as Lucy continued the spanking. She began to wriggle, trying to get away from the next blow, but it wasn't working. Finally Lucy took pity and stopped again.
She rubbed Isobel's back in comforting gestures until the sobbing subsided into occasional hiccups.
'Corner.' She said when Isobel seemed more in control.
Isobel got up and went back to face the wall again. She did not reach back to rub, it never helped anyway, just made the sting worse.
Lucy left the room again and this time Isobel heard her go to the bathroom. Bugger! She knew that it was nearly impossible to shower after a spanking. Bugger!
Soon Lucy was back and called Isobel to the bed again. This time there was no lap, Lucy stood to the side of her bed with a riding crop in her hand and Isobel nearly burst into tears again.
'Enough.' she pleaded.
'I don't think so. I want this lesson gotten home.' Lucy answered.
'I get it.' Isobel said, not wanting to have to bend over for this.
'Oh, I don't think you have just yet.' There went that eyebrow again.
Isobel laid over the pillows that Lucy had piled on the edge of the bed for her. This raised her jips so that her bottom stuck up in the air at just the right angle.
The crop landed and at first the pain did not register. Then the sting sank in and she buried her head under the duvet, grabbing it to hold tightly over her ears.
Lucy raised and lowered the crop eight times, placing each stripe one below the next. It didn't leave marks as bad as the cane, but it hurt much more.
When she finished Lucy sat down and gathered her weeping brat to her and rocked her, whispering nonsense words of comfort. She brushed the damp hair back from Isobel's face and kissed her wet cheeks and forehead. She really hated to have to punish this sensitive woman-child but it seemed the quickest way to get her point across.
'Now go and shower and get into bed.' She said when the sobbing, hiccuping, death grip lessened.
Isobel was not about to disagree with anything at this point and obediently went and did as she was told.
Soon she was tucked in nicely with a book and Lucy came up the stairs with hot chocolate and bicuits for her.
'Don't read to late, Poppet. I love you.'
'Love you too.'
I don't know if this works for this group or not. I'm still trying to find my way here.
Not just any naughty brat...Sarahsbrat
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