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Misticgem
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Username: Misticgem
Post Number: 5
Registered: 10-2006
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All Hallows Eve
It was October 31st , a weekday at fifth grade elementary school. Allie summed up her lecture on Halloween, all the while not forgetting the man that stared intently at her this entire time making her uncomfortable, though not in a bad way.Being Irish and practicing paganism her niece had thought to ask her to come to class to explain of Halloween’s original origins for her project.Allie finished up explaining the Druids did not write down their history so there is many misconceptions even to this day about its beginnings and much of what we know came from the Romans history itself. After the Roman empire conquered the Celtic terrority and ruled for a little over 400 years the Pope was refuted to not care for the traditional holiday itself that worshipped the dead and spirits and ingrained two other Christian beliefs and had introduced two separate celebrations to become what we know of it today for a time to honor saints and martyrs instead.After Allie finished her niece explained the tradition with apples. When bobbing for applies the Druids believed if you successfully got one you would be married in the forth coming year and skinning the apple for as long as one could make it last fore told of how long one would live. At the end of the original celebration the Druids and Celts would throw stones in the fire. Whatever stones were disturbed over the nights passing meant that person would die that year. Since sharp objects were no longer allowed in schools used by children Grace her niece had brought in her peel she had done the night before that she had expertly practiced on which showed a forecast of her life to live approximately 81 years. All the children’s eyes got big and a few awe’s could be heard throughout. Grace being finished happily skipped back to her desk with a big grin on her face. Grace’s teacher thanked Allie for her help and while the class clapped she found her way to the back of the classroom to listen to the rest of the classroom event.Again Grace felt the eyes of the young man once more upon her and briefly glancing over at him she found she was right. He tried flashing her a smile but she looked away all to quickly turning flush in the face. Grace tried focusing on the speaker now talking. This one was a parent who was good with crafts and was teaching them how to make a Halloween mask. Some were done in the fashion for a masquerade ball and some were done in the fashion most children would prefer for Halloween, as a witch and monsters; all done with paper mache which the class had a lot of fun busing themselves with.During this time there were a few parents that had come in that were preparing the room for a Halloween party with treats and Grace noticed the man going in and out of the room with candy and drinks setting it up on a table.It wasn’t long before the kids were done with their masks, set aside to paint the next day and dry out during the night and the kids were eager to feast on the sweets set before them and Grace took this time to bid farewell to her niece to leave.She had barely made it out the door when she heard a mans voice from behind her.
“Leaving so soon?”It was the man she had caught the eye of a few times during class. Grace blushed. She couldn’t help it. He had an intense stare, not to mention the rest of him was rather hot to.“Uh…well, I didn’t want to be in the way and I am not much for sweets really.”
The tall stranger stuck out his hand grinning.“My name is Brian by the way. I was kinda hoping you would stick around a little while longer maybe. I liked your history lesson. Maybe we could meet for coffee after instead if you would prefer?”
Was he asking her out on a date? No way, she thought to herself. How could she get that lucky? Most men regarded her as a freak once they knew she practiced paganism. Still curious she agreed and less than an hour found herself seated at a local pub waiting for him to arrive as they planned.Grace double checked her watch almost sure Brian would stand her up. It was his idea though so why would he do that she chided herself. When she looked up she saw him walk through the entrance and after spotting her he walked over and sat down with her.
Brian was tall with an athletic build. He had strawberry blond hair and really large hands Grace couldn’t help but notice. She caught his gaze down upon her own hands.
“Your not married I see.”“No.” Her face went sullen. At thirty five years old she was tired of people asking why. She still had her good looks and was healthier than most, with an hourglass figure to boot.
“Good.”Grace looked up at him curiously, a little surprised and found herself smiling like a schoolgirl and yet again blushing. This time furiously.
“Although this wouldn’t have been proper to speak of to the children in class….there was ONE thing you did forget to mention about the Druids and Celts on the day they celebrated the dead.”
Grace eyebrows shot up in confusion as she wracked her brain for anything that could have been missed. Peering over at Brian, his expression rather coy but full of amusement Grace had to ask with much anticipation.
After a long pause and if Brian enjoyed and took much pleasure in making her wait his face went stern.“The Druids and Celts would end the night by spanking their wives and those they were betrothed to.”
Grace’s eyebrow crooked upward unbelieving and in shock. Not even realizing so she found herself squirming in her seat.
“Surely you are joking! Ive never heard of that before now and I think I would have run across that by now if it were true.” Sounding more convincing to herself than anyone else.
“Ah, but its true. Remember you yourself even stated the Druids did not write any of their history down in the traditional sense.”“In the traditional sense? Does that mean there is some writing somewhere that tells of this then? And even if its true for what purpose then would they have done so?” Grace was now nearly on the edge of her seat.
Brian shook his head up and down.“There were a few journals kept by some of the Celts higher monarchy and Druids that survived history. Because the Romans threw everything into fires when they conquered them what little they had they had to hide. A few still remain and still hid because they don’t ever want their history to be reformed as the early catholic empire did so long ago. The Druids however did not write theirs down naturally as you know…The Druids believe that their religion forbids them to commit their teachings to writing, although for most other purposes, such as public and private accounts, the Gauls use the Greek alphabet. But I imagine that this rule was established for another reason-because they did not want their doctrine to become public property, and in order to prevent their pupils from relying on the written word and neglecting to train their memories; for it usually found that when people have the help of texts, they are less diligent in learning by heart, and let their memories rust. However a few wives against the wishes of their husbands Did journal and those survived.”
Brian paused taking in Grace’s awestruck expression which appeared to be hanging on to his every word with great enthusiasm. He stopped long enough to take a sip of his coffee that had now cooled well enough to swallow.Grace stomped her foot in frustration.
“Tell me more. Damnit, Ive studied Irish history since I was a little girl and never knew of this. I must hear the rest.”
Brian’s face again went stern only this time it was directed at her which made her squirm in her seat yet again.
“Young lady…foul words are not necessary. You must learn patience. Naughty words are for naughty young ladies and you know where they end up, don’t you?”
Graces mouth dropped open in surprise. She shook her head no even though she figured she did indeed understand but yet compelled to see.
Brian chuckled. A low chuckle but his face remained stern the entire time.“Over the knee getting spanked like the naughty young lady they are.”
Grace gulped but didn’t miss a beat.“Ok fine. But why did the Celts and Druids spank their wives and betrothed on that night…for what purpose?”
“Today we may call it a cleansing of sorts you might say. To them it was that and keep the same problems from arising in the forth coming year. They believed also they could spank the misdeeds out of their unborn future children, pregnant or not. It was also for all intensive purposes the worst one any of the women received throughout the year.”
Brian was quite amused by the expression on Grace’s face….until she spoke that was.
“No shit? For real? I just cant fucking believe it. I mean yeah I know they spanked their wives as they saw fit during the year but finding this out about their ceremony is soooo cooool!” Grace had been gushing on so excited she hadn’t noticed Brians expression.When she did she quit talking, blushing a beet red.
“I would think being Pagan you wouldn’t use naughty words so freely.” Brian nearly growled.
“I am sorry Brian. I did not mean to get so carried away.”
Grace tried to ignore his gaze that made her feel so small like a child and looked into her coffee, adding more sugar even though she didn’t want more.
“Well then you will accept my invitation to come back to my house with me and except the consequences.”
Taking a sip of her coffee she nearly choked hearing his response spilling coffee all over the table.“Huh?” a mock look of shock on her face and trying to dispel the coughing fit.
“You heard me.” Brian stated. Without pause he got up and went over to Grace’s side of the table holding out his hand for her to rise. When she stood he took out some money and left it on the table and led her by the arm out of the restaurant.
“You can follow me. I don’t live far from here.”
Once inside her car Grace started coming to her senses. What was she doing? Was this possible in today’s day and age? Sure she had read some things on the net and even a past girlfriend had professed to being spanked by her boyfriend but Grace never took it that seriously actually figuring it was more BDSM than anything else which she didn’t care for. A honking horn brought Grace out of her daze as she sat there wondering if she was doing the right thing. The anticipation made her bottom tingle at the mere thought. A part of her even looked forward to it not that she was sure why exactly. Putting the car in drive she pulled out and followed Brian to his home.True to his word his house was only two blocks away so there had been little time to talk her self out of it as tempted as Grace was. By the time Grace turned pulled up beside him and turned off the car Brian was already at her car door opening it for her. A trait she loved in a man but found so seldom these days. Brian guided her inside ever the gentleman.Brian had a small tidy home that needed a woman’s touch but reflected a fine value of possessions. He had taken great care of antique furniture handed down to him from family that had passed on and even some china collectibles. It was earthy and rustic but manly at the same time. Grace smiled grimly thankful Brian was not a slob like so many she had met forgetting momentarily why she was here.Brian excused himself leaving Grace to wander the living room inspecting pictures and paintings hung on the wall. One in particular held her attention. A nude woman surrounded by cherubs. Not the most colorful of paintings but exquisitely done all the same. She had been staring so intently Brian startled her when he spoke up from behind her.
“It’s a reproduction lithograph of the “La Naissance de Venus” by William Bouguereau. Do you like it?”“Yes, actually it is quite remarkable. You have good taste.”
“Thank you. I have a fondness for historical art. I took the liberty of bringing you fresh glass of ice water.” Brian placed the water on a coaster nearby on a table and straightened back up. “Shall we?”
Not meaning to but almost by reflex Grace balked momentarily. If it had not been for Brian’s hand taking her arm and steering her towards the couch she might have backed out of the room. Now that it was time for her punishment a slight sliver of fear ran through her. Though Brian steered her to the couch he did not hold her arm so arm she couldn’t break free if she chose. Brian sat on the couch and held onto her hand.
“Come now dear, lets get this over with and get to enjoying the evening over dinner.” He spoke so calmly and soothingly. It was hard to not want to do as he asked.
“Do you do this often Brian?” It was a question that just popped into her mind and it seemed prudent to ask.Brian looked up at her patiently and answered “Only to my girlfriends in the past.” That gave Grace flip flops in her stomach.Hesitantly Grace bent over with Brian’s guidance as he helped settle her over his strong thighs. It was at this point Grace bitterly wished she had worn jeans today realizing her skirt would offer little padding. His palm rested on her bottom and she could feel the heat of his skin through her skirt. It was her fantasy come true. Not one she ever expected to come true or intended to see through but God help her, here she was with an upturned perky bottom waiting. She had to wonder if she hadn’t lost her mind. Before she could think about it more or utter a protest that large warm hand of Brian’s, the hand that made her want to melt at his touch came crashing down with a loud ‘SMACK’.Her flimsy thin silk skirt felt like she wore nothing at all. She however bit her lip as Brian built up a rhythm and found she was able to stand it well enough she didn’t even have to cry out. The heat was building up in her bottom but after a minute she adjusted and it felt…well…good. If she didn’t know better she would even say it was warming up her nether regions at the same time. It was an unexpected surprise but enjoyable all the same. Grace let out a nearly inaudible moan into a pillow nearby.When he stopped she was surprised and somewhat disappointed.Brian shifted momentarily and asked “Ready?”Perplexed Grace asked “Excuse me? Ready? I thought you had already st…”
To her astonishment she felt her skirt being lifted baring her bottom in nothing but her very skimpy thin underwear.“Started? Ive only just begun my dear.”
Before she could protest Grace felt a hard small object smack her bottom.“OOOW! What was that?” craning her neck back to see what object Brian had just smacked her with only a moment to catch a glimpse before it came crashing down. It was a wooden hairbrush, flat and smooth on the side that held no bristles.SMACK SMACK SMACKThis pain was different. There was no getting used to its sting. It felt like fire scorching her bottom. In between each smack it still felt like bees assaulting her bottom. Again Brian found his rhythm and relentlessly continued spanking. She tried to roll off but he held her close to him and tight. She tried rearing up but Brian was to strong and held her down with ease. Without even thinking about it her hand found its way where her bottom was trying to shield it which Brian grabbed with his free hand and pinned down with ease never missing a beat. When Grace started kicking and trying to use her feet for momentum to throw Brian off balance he merely slung one leg over the backs of hers and continued on.Grace tried not to cry. Swore she wouldn’t and even attempted deep breathing exercises meant to calm one if needed in order to keep from crying out.SMACK SMACK SMACKRelentlessly went Brian’s hairbrush on and on. Finally giving up the fight to avoid the onslaught Grace gave in collapsing into the pillows crying into them. It barely registered with her when Brian had stopped. He had pulled her skirt back down covering her modesty and gently eased her up to his chest where she sobbed until her tears stopped.All the while she had sobbed Brian caressed her hair and back and holding her tight to his chest which she loved. He offered some tissues which she gratefully accepted.“There is one more thing.”
“What?” craning her neck to look up at him.
Brian stood up taking Grace’s hand and led her to a corner in the room guiding her into it.
“Why?” Grace moaned and looking back at Brian.
“Your going to stand in the corner and contemplate why you ended up there. When I am satisfied with your answer then you may come out. You are to look only into the corner and not turn away from it, otherwise you will end up back over my knee. Do you understand?” lifting her skirt and tucking the hem in at the waist so her bottom was bared.Stomping her foot Grace shook her head up and down muttering a feeble protest.In response Brian pulled the hairbrush out he had neatly tucked away in his back pocket and briskly smacked her bottom twice.
Grace jumped in surprise. “Owww o wow! Please no more!”“Then what will you be doing here in the corner young lady?”
“I will be thinking about what I did that made me end up here and I wont leave the corner till you tell me I can.”
“Good girl.” He kissed the side of her neck which gave her goose bumps all the way up and down her body. “Now I am going to go start dinner. I will be back in a few minutes to check on you.” Not leaving without giving her bottom a quick pat as a warning.
As soon as Grace was sure Brian had left the room her put her hands to her bottom trying to soothe the pain. The memory of the kiss still vivid on her mind. She wanted to jump for joy, run through a meadow…scream to the world she was in love! How could she think of anything but that now?Soon the aroma of garlic and onion wafted into the room mixed in with other uncertain aromas that made Grace’s stomach growl all the same.“Im making Osso-Buco a la Milanaise, I hope you like veal.” Brian hollered into the room from the kitchen.Grace licked her lips. The smell was enchanting and her stomach grumbled in unision.
Brian’s clap from behind Grace startled her making her jump.
“So what have you been thinking about?”
Grace couldn’t help but giggle just a little.
“Why the unfair torture of tormenting me with such delectable aromas naturally.”
The silence that followed made Grace feel just a bit uncomfortable so she chanced looking behind her. Her smiled gone when she seen Brian’s stormy face.
Brian strode over to where Grace stood and without hesitation bent her over and began spanking her already aching bottom. As fast and furiously as he spanked her it stopped. That she was thankful of but the renewed sparks flying off her bottom she was not. Stifling sniffles she faced the corner once again while Brian set off for the kitchen yet again. Grace stomped her foot.
“I heard that young lady.” A warning she needed to heed.
Again she soothed the pain with her hands kneading her skin gently with her fingers. Though the sparks left quickly the burn did not. Her skin from her bottom radiated heat like it had been on fire. Standing in this corner was getting highly irritating and boring. Her shoulders slumped in resignation as Grace tried to block out the tempting aromas in the air. Why was she here? Because today was twilight zone day and today she had stepped into it. No, she had lost her mind completely falling in love with a stranger who she allowed to spank her. He wouldn’t accept that answer though, she knew that. She knew. It was because he didn’t care for the cuss words and she had continued saying them anyway. He had warned her and she didn’t respect his wishes. Not a very grown up thing to do. Her parents had taught her better than that. They had taught her it was the right thing to do to mind what others ask kindly of you to do or not do out of simple human respect. It was one of the factors that divided the low class from the mature class they said Grace remembered fondly.
“Ok young lady, I hope your answer is the right one this time” Brian’s voice brought her out of her reverie.“I am sorry Brian. I did not respect the one simple thing you asked of me. I was wrong to cuss when you asked me not to.” She answered meekly almost in a whisper.
From behind her Brian untucked the hem of her skirt and pushed it back down where it was supposed to fall. He turned Grace around to face him caressing her face with his hand and kissed her long and hard.“MMMMmmm, I hope you have your appetite. Dinner will be done soon.”
The doorbell rang. Outside squeals of laughter could be heard. It was the first of the trick or treaters for the evening.
“Can you get that? Ive got candy in a bowl next to the door. I need to check on the food.”
With a smile Grace walked to the door feeling a little jump in her step and a little bit like history may have been repeating itself.
The End
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Buenaventura
Spanko
Username: Buenaventura
Post Number: 260
Registered: 04-2006
| | Posted on Sunday, October 29, 2006 - 07:51 pm: |
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I,ll say it again Mistic I loved rereading this story.Great race of people the Celts if I do say so my self. I loved the spanking specially when he changed to the brush. |
Misticgem
New member
Username: Misticgem
Post Number: 6
Registered: 10-2006
| | Posted on Monday, October 30, 2006 - 12:56 am: |
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Crap, I forgot I posted it already! ACK. So sorry...I blame it on being sick the last couple of weeks, I will try posting something else later.... |
Buenaventura
Spanko
Username: Buenaventura
Post Number: 261
Registered: 04-2006
| | Posted on Monday, October 30, 2006 - 02:07 am: |
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No hon Sorry I think i read it the first time on your blog.And commented on it here.Don,t think you posted it here but even if you had it,s a great story and well worth the retelling. I,m sure it,s my fault Mistic. |
Tammynx
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Tammynx
Post Number: 1415
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Monday, October 30, 2006 - 11:28 am: |
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Good story!! Thanks for posting it. |
Wolfie
Supreme Spanko
Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 1810
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Monday, October 30, 2006 - 01:51 pm: |
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This was fun, and as a Wiccan myself I really got a spank kick out of it.
Blessed be and a most blessed holiday to all.
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.
Grow old with me, the best is yet to be.
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Ma_vie_en_rose
Spanko
Username: Ma_vie_en_rose
Post Number: 273
Registered: 01-2006
| | Posted on Monday, October 30, 2006 - 11:34 pm: |
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Makes me want to write a Lupercalia story  ~!
Oh if only it were February. |
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