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Wolfie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 405
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Monday, August 22, 2005 - 09:19 pm: | 
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I wrote this story a while ago, with 2 UK gentlemen in mind. One you know, the other is a good friend....
Donna waited impatiently in her living room, fussing with the curtains so she would have an excuse to keep peering out her windows. Her guest was due to arrive at any moment, and although she had told herself this wasn’t such a big step she was taking, she still felt nervous as the time approached. She moved to the mirror, knowing what she would see. A middle aged woman with brunette hair and green eyes, carrying a few more pounds than she liked, but not half bad to look at. She was wearing an attractive dress, comfortable but still stylish. Donna believed that clothes gave you confidence, and although she’d never been lacking in that area before, today she wanted to be in control of everything around her. She was known as a take charge kind of a woman, even a bit of a tyrant at times. She didn’t mind being known as such. There was only one aspect of her life in which she had very little control, and she hoped to remedy that problem today.
Donna moved back to the windows as she thought about the man who was coming. She’d had a hard time getting a hold of him; his services were in much demand it seemed. He was supposed to be the consummate professional, a master of his craft. Donna chuckled at the thought of a man who made his living from giving women spankings. How bizarre, she thought, that in this era women still desired to be put over a man’s knee and given a spanking for their misdeeds! She herself had these selfsame cravings, and today was supposed to cure her of them forever. She felt that once they were completely eradicated, she would have the ability to fight her way to the top, stopping at nothing. She’d tried to banish these feelings before, asking boyfriends to spank her in play. But they always left her feeling unsatisfied, even if some really good sex followed the experience.
A silver BMW pulled into her driveway, stopping before her garage. A man exited, then opened the trunk to remove a long silver case, the kind professional photographers used. He was a nice looking man, his sandy blonde hair cut fashionably short. He wore a long sleeved denim shirt, tucked into a pair of dark brown corduroy pants. As he locked his car and pocketed the keys, he turned and saw her at the window. Raising his hand in a friendly wave, he picked up his case and walked towards her front door. Donna met him there; glad to see her handshake was as firm as his was as she let him into the house.
“It’s very nice to meet you Mr. Smith,” she said as he took a seat on her couch “Can I get you something to drink?”
“No, thank you Donna, I’m fine.” He replied. “Please call me James. Have a seat, and let’s get the preliminary paperwork taken care of, shall we?”
Donna was not happy that this man had come in to her house and taken control so easily, but she took a seat in a chair facing him, determined to see this through. James pulled a folder out of his case, not letting her see what else was inside so large a container. He thumbed through several typed pages, pausing now and then to look steadily at her. She noticed his eyes were a beautiful blue, the direct gaze warm, if a trifle intimidating.
“Donna, it says here that you want me to cure you of your need to be spanked?” James began his tone serious. “You do realize that this is simply a fetish? Nothing so horrible, in fact I know lots of women with the same feelings you harbor inside. Why does this bother you so?”
He listened as she talked on and on, about her position in a large corporation, her inability to compete at the level she thought she should be at, her losing clients because she didn’t believe she was as aggressive as the men in her position were. That she blamed these cravings inside herself for making her weak, too feminine was evident.
“You have to admit,” she said to him with anger in her voice “there’s nothing strong or dominant about a woman squirming over a man’s knee, getting her bottom tanned for naughty behavior!”
James just continued to look at her, his eyes laughing although his mouth was serious.
“No, I suppose some would agree with you there. Although, it takes a strong woman to understand that there’s a time to be dominant, and a time to relax and submit to the inevitable.” He gave a wry smile, and said “It’s the time I have always felt a woman was at her most feminine, vulnerable and yielding. She’s in perfect harmony with her sexuality and womanliness. And I can see by the look in your eyes that you think I’m spouting a lot of nonsense, so let’s continue, shall we?”
Donna was beginning to be really angry at this point. She had invited this man to her home to help her with a problem, not give her some kind of cockeyed therapy session. He was just supposed to spank her, collect his very generous fee, and they’d never see each other again. As she began to rise to her feet, intending to ask him to leave, James suddenly changed before her eyes. His mouth became stern, his eyes pinning her in place.
“Sit down,” he growled at her, and she instantly complied. “If you still want my help with your problem, you’ll need to sign a waiver. There will be no suing me afterwards, saying I did this without your consent, or that there was sexual harassment involved. You will do what I say, when I say it. You will have no say in what implements I use, how I use them, or for how long. Do you understand me?”
Donna struggled with an internal battle, wanting him to help her understand and conquer her fetish, and hating giving up all control while doing so. She finally swallowed her pride, nodded at him curtly and signed the papers he placed before her.
“What now?” Donna asked, as James placed the signed paperwork in his folder. He was again the smiling man with kind eyes, looking around her living room with its many windows.
“This isn’t very private, for what I have planned.” He said to her “Perhaps your bedroom would be a more appropriate area for this to take place? Anyone could drop by and look in your windows if we stay here, and I’m sure you want your little secret to stay such.” Donna realized he had a valid point, and led him to her bedroom. It was quite spacious, with a queen size bed, and a large overstuffed chair just right for late night reading. James set his case, which he’d brought with him, on her dresser. After giving the room a thorough look, James gave a decisive nod, and grasping Donna by the arm, led her to a vacant corner.
“Stand here, facing me, and don’t move,” he told her “Hands in front of you, and only speak when you are spoken to.”
Donna bristled at being treated so childishly, but the look he sent her had her standing immobile, fingers twisted together. She glared at him, but James simply ignored her, going instead to his silver case and opening it. Inside Donna could see many different instruments of the spanker’s trade, paddles of many varieties, as well as straps and crops. James spent a long time perusing his selections, every now and then eyeing her as she shifted nervously from foot to foot. Finally, he chose a large plastic ruler, placing it on the dresser. When he received no reaction from Donna, he again reached into his case, this time extracting a large wooden hairbrush. He looked at the woman in the corner and slapped the brush into the palm of one hand, the sound loud in the stillness of the room. Donna jumped her eyes huge as she watched him place the brush alongside the ruler.
“Please,” she pleaded nervously “I’ve never been spanked with anything but a hand. I don’t” the look he sent her had her voice trailing off as she remembered she wasn’t allowed to talk.
“I realize that Donna”, James replied “but the hand is for a warm-up, or for gentler things. As long as you behave, I will only use the ruler for your actual spanking. Give me a reason, and I’ll use the hairbrush on you until you see things my way. Do you understand me?” His eyes grew harder as Donna only looked at him in horror, fidgeting and wishing she had never called this unrelenting man.
“Answer me,” he barked at her in a drill sergeant’s voice “and it had better be the correct answer!”
“Yes” she managed to get out, only to become confused when his eyes narrowed even further.
“Excuse me?” He growled at her, watching her panic grow as she searched her mind for a better answer.
“Yes, I understand?” She tried, swallowing convulsively as he picked up the hairbrush again.
“Yes...what?” James again prompted her, his voice like iron and just as inflexible. At last Donna realized what he was waiting for, and although she had sworn to never say this word to any man, she found herself saying them to him.
“Yes...sir” she said through gritted teeth, and glared when James laughed at her, placing the hairbrush once again on the dresser.
James sat on the end of the bed and watched Donna as he began to slowly roll up the sleeves of his denim shirt. Her demeanor had changed quite a bit over the last few minutes, but she still had a lot of attitude in her posture and the defiant tilt of her head. Attitude that had no place, James knew, in making Donna a happier person. He watched as she squirmed in place, never taking her eyes off both his hands and forearms, or the implements he had left on the dresser. He wanted her on edge, almost frightened of what was to come. He figured any spankings she’d had previously had been mostly the “grab her, slap her, take her to bed” kind, and he wanted so much more than that for her. James wanted to fulfill her fantasy of what a spanking could truly be, as well as change her mind about accepting this side of herself. He walked over to the dresser and retrieved the ruler and hairbrush, placing them in the middle of the soft comforter that covered her bed. Then walking to Donna he gently grasped her chin, keeping her from turning her face away from his scrutiny. She looked into blue eyes that were both sympathetic, as well as stern, and her composure broke.
“I can’t go through with this!” Donna said, trying to infuse as much authority as possible in her voice “I’ve changed my mind!” She calmed as James softly stroked his thumb over her jaw, his smile amused.
“I perfectly understand Donna. I’m sure I’d feel the same way, if I were in your place.” He almost grinned as she relaxed even more. “Unfortunately, you signed a contract for services rendered, and I’m afraid I cant back out of it. It would be both unethical as well as bad for my business.” Donna’s whole body had stiffened at his words, and sheer panic entered her eyes as James gripped her left wrist with his right hand.
“I release you from your contract!” She managed to say through a too dry throat “I promise I won’t tell a soul! No one need ever know!” James began to pull her towards the bed, resisting all the way.
“Yes, you say that now,” he calmly replied, ignoring her continued struggles to get loose “but what about a year from now? When your little problem is still bothering you, and someone mentions my name, will you remember your promise then? I doubt it. I have my reputation to consider you know, and you can trust me to make sure you get your money’s worth!”
With a deft tug on her wrist and a move perfected over many such struggles, James was seated on the end of the bed; a reluctant Donna laid across both thighs. He let her fight to get free, as it allowed him to position her the way he wanted. The upper half of her torso was supported by the bed itself, her bottom raised upon his right leg. He brought her in close to him and placed his arm across her back, effectively pinning her in place. Her squeal of outrage as James began to slowly slide her dress up her legs and backside, brought a smile to his lips, which became a grin as he saw the sexy black panties. So very stark against her pale skin, they perfectly framed her wriggling bottom, a bottom he intended to get to know much better as the day progressed.
James ran his hand gently over her backside, enjoying the silky texture of her panties while knowing the skin underneath was even softer than they were. He hooked a finger in the waistband and began inching them down, turning a deaf ear to Donna’s pleas for him to leave them up.
“Sorry my dear,” he replied, “but I don’t believe in spanking on anything but bare skin. Defeats the purpose of the whole experience. Besides, there should be some perks to this job, and watching your lovely bottom turn several shades of red is one of them!” He tightened his grip as his words brought on a renewed struggle for freedom. Knowing that Donna was building this up in her head to the point of actual fear, James decided to begin before she undid all of his preliminary work and mental preparation. The first spank was quite hard, earning him a loud gasp and stiffening of her whole body. He rubbed away the sting, and then began to spank her gently, covering the whole of her bottom. Donna’s body slowly relaxed under the subtle stimulation, almost purring when James stopped to rub and stroke the area he was cleverly warming. He smiled at the sounds she was making, watching, as her movements became more and more restless. When he asked her if she was enjoying herself though, she answered in the negative, still unwilling to admit that this fetish was something normal, not strange and abhorrent.
“Your lying sweetheart,” he scolded her as he would a naughty child “and there will be no lies between us. Let me show you what happens when you lie to me!” James reached back behind him on the bed, and Donna, assuming he was reaching for the hairbrush, began to buck across his lap. Her right hand flew back to cover her upturned bottom, and she began pleading with him to reconsider. Unbeknownst to her, James had hidden a feather among the other implements, and he picked this up, instead of the hairbrush. Holding the feather with the quill pointed down, much as you would a pencil, he began to draw small circles across the warm cheeks of Donna’s bottom. The effects were immediate, as the sensations were extremely ticklish! First she began to giggle, then laugh and plead with him to stop, her whole body wriggling in an attempt to escape this subtle torture. Finally he stopped using the feather on her, and began spanking again, increasing the warmth with stingier swats than before. Every now and then she would make a small sound that sounded suspiciously like an ouch, but it was murmured under her breath, as if she didn’t want him to hear. Picking up the feather again, James used the softer end now to gently tickle her bottom, thighs and the shadowy cleft in between. Donna shivered as the feather just barely touched her skin, causing her to pant at times as it came perilously close to her femininity. A frustrated moan came from her lips, and her hips ground into his thigh in an effort to seek relief from the feelings James was raising in her. He grinned at her antics, and asked her again if she wasn’t enjoying herself, and wouldn’t reconsider her ideas about her secret fetish. Donna still refused to agree with him, although the catch in her voice told him he was gaining ground rapidly.
James discarded the feather; and picking up the ruler, he tapped it experimentally against Donna’s pink backside. She turned her head to watch what he was doing, her eyes wide with excitement and nerves, and her cheeks blushing as he caught her looking at him. He smiled at her, and brought the wide ruler down across her bottom. It wasn’t a hard swat, and Donna realized this wasn’t going to hurt much more than his hand did. But as the spanking continued, so too did the sting from the ruler, until it felt as if her entire backside was on fire. She threw back her hand again; trying in vain to stop the burning as James simply snared her wrist and held it against her lower back. Her legs thrashed in an attempt to move herself off of his lap, but he merely let her shift to his left thigh, and used his right to clamp her legs down tightly. This also allowed him greater access to the sensitive area where her bottom met her thighs, a previously un-spanked area, which her shrieks attested to. Donna’s mind was a strange mixture of arousal, disbelief at the fire, which consumed her backside, and remorse forever doubting that this man would do exactly as he had said. James watched, fascinated, as the bottom he was blistering arched upwards almost as if to meet the descending ruler, and then ground against his thigh, seeking relief.
“Tell me what you want sweetheart.” James voice called to her over the sound of her own panting, “Tell me what you need!” His swats were simply taps now, no more than a gentle reminder that he was still in control. Donna writhed across his lap, the intense burning having spread through out her whole body, but especially within her groin where they throbbed in time with her heartbeat.
“Please James,” she moaned “I can’t take any more. Please...help me.” Taking those words as permission, he lay down the ruler and began to stroke Donna intimately. It took barely any time at all before he brought her to a climax, and he watched in enjoyment, as her orgasm seemed to go on forever. When her body finally ceased to shudder, and she lay limply across his lap, Donna began to cry. James had been expecting this, and after helping her to her feet and allowing her panties to slide all the way off, he took her arm and led her over to the cozy armchair. He seated himself first, and pulled her down to sit on his lap. Her squeal when her bottom connected with his thighs brought a chuckle from James, and he hugged her tightly as she tried to take most of her weight off her very sore backside. As his hand rubbed her back gently, James waited for Donna’s tears to run their course. When she was reduced to the occasional sniffle, he handed her a hankie, and watched as she tried to salvage what was left of her makeup.
“No more nonsense now, about getting rid of your enjoyment of spankings,” James told her sternly “their not the reason behind your problems in the working world. Tell me the truth, have you ever felt more feminine than you do right now?”
“No” Donna said shyly “but are you sure that accepting this about myself doesn’t make me a weaker person?”
“What do I have to do to convince you, use the hairbrush?” He threatened, laughing when she burrowed against him, shaking her head in denial. “It takes a strong woman to allow herself to accept that she enjoys her softer, more feminine side and everything that comes with it. Don’t lock it away, where it will stagnate and make you unhappy. Allow it the freedom to express itself, and I think you’ll see that you are a happier, more complete person than ever before.”
Donna sat there thinking about his words, her eyelids growing heavier, her body curled trustingly to his.
“Will you come back again sometime?” She asked him sleepily, and felt him drop a kiss lightly on her forehead.
“Of course I will,” James said, just before she dropped off to sleep “I’m only a phone call away.”
He gently placed the sleeping woman on her bed, put his implements back in his case along with his fee for services rendered, and let himself out of the house.
wolfie loves Steve more than anything else in the whole world...even more than chocolate and lobster!
WHY ISN'T IT OCTOBER YET? *stamp*
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Vulcano
New member
Username: Vulcano
Post Number: 24
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, August 23, 2005 - 02:35 am: |
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Wolfie, I like it sooo much... it has the ability to evoke feelings... it's not only a turn on, it's the feeling of: wow, I do understand this woman, her uncertainty, her wishes to run away from what seems to block her, but blocking herself like this even more. Very nice. |
Wolfie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 407
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, August 23, 2005 - 11:52 am: |
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Thank you Vulcano, I want my characters to be true to life as well as someone you can empathise with. I'm very glad this one came across that way to you. 
wolfie loves Steve more than anything else in the whole world...even more than chocolate and lobster!
WHY ISN'T IT OCTOBER YET? *stamp*
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Kiwi_man
Spanko
Username: Kiwi_man
Post Number: 118
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, August 24, 2005 - 06:39 am: |
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I'm knocked out by this Wolfie,truly.
I'll be quoting it in my fantasies.
There is some extraordinary talent on this site,whatever the topic.
You ladies know stuff.
BRAVA! |
Pagan
Junior Spanko
Username: Pagan
Post Number: 99
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, August 24, 2005 - 07:05 am: |
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Ooooooo....Dial-A-Spanker.
Wolfie, I need the number! 
I really enjoyed this - thanks.  |
Wolfie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 414
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, August 24, 2005 - 10:18 am: |
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Silly Pagan...you already know the number. Just dial 1-800 OH PETER... 
wolfie loves Steve more than anything else in the whole world...even more than chocolate and lobster!
WHY ISN'T IT OCTOBER YET? *stamp*
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Fanny
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Fanny
Post Number: 1355
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, August 24, 2005 - 11:54 am: |
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Send this man to my house immediately. I need servicing.
Queen of Innocence
"Well behaved woman rarely make history"
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Fanny
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Fanny
Post Number: 1356
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, August 24, 2005 - 12:02 pm: |
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(Message edited by fanny on August 24, 2005)
Queen of Innocence
"Well behaved woman rarely make history"
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Bookie
New member
Username: Bookie
Post Number: 5
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, August 24, 2005 - 01:15 pm: |
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Wow, Wolfie - that was just great. I recognized a lot of my own feelings in Donna's, and have often wished that "this thing we do" would just go away and leave my brain and my body alone.
Fortunately, it's not that easy, so I'll just have to persevere and accept myself the way I am!
Thanks for a terrific story. |
Kimbers
Spanko
Username: Kimbers
Post Number: 213
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, September 01, 2005 - 10:20 am: |
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What a fabulous on-the-edge of your seat story! It is so well written I really felt as if I was there! Bravo Wolfie!
"I wish the real world would just stop hassling me!"
-Matchbox 20
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Wolfie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 450
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, September 03, 2005 - 07:29 pm: |
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Thanks everyone for your kind remarks, I really appreciate them. 
wolfie loves Steve more than anything else in the whole world...even more than chocolate and lobster!
ISN'T IT OCTOBER YET? *pout*
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