Post Number: 54
|Posted on Tuesday, December 23, 2008 - 11:32 pm: ||
HER BIRCHWOOD THRONE
by Alex B.
I never leave her there for long. Her sentence
in the corner is invariably commuted before
five minutes have passed. I'm just charmed
by the sight of my my princess as she sits
upon her throne of birch. Though her face is
turned away, I can sense the pouting scowl
she no doubt ruefully sports as she rides that
terribly uncomfortable three-legged stool
with her sore, crimson, freshly-spanked
buttocks pressed flat against its harsh,
unyielding seat. I found this pleasantly
antiquated bit of furniture at a thrift store
just before Christmas last year. One look
and I knew it would serve perfectly as a
post-paddling penalty box for my troublesome
The look of joyful dread in her eyes when she
unwrapped it beneath the tree was priceless.
Moments later, she found herself flung across
Santa’s loving lap with her pajama bottoms
at half mast. A resounding dose of that thick
oaken paddle I’d surreptitiously slid into her
stocking the night before properly prepared
her previously alabaster bottom for a brief
but painful reign upon that wicked wooden
chair of shame.
She's mounted there as I write this, clad in
nothing save those adorable white ankle socks.
She shifts this way and that, vainly attempting
to situate herself comfortably, knowing full
well not rise or complain beyond the occasional
grunt or gasp denoting her painful predicament.
A glance at the clock near the corner of my
screen tells me it's almost time to remove
my chastised cherub from her unpleasant perch.
Soon her hands will grip the edges of that
little stool as she presents herself for
the pleasures to which her "punishment" was
merely a prelude. This follows naturally.
Any good piece of furniture should have
more than one use.
Happy holidays, everyone! -Alex
"I'll love you 'til you can't sit down."
Post Number: 1994
|Posted on Friday, March 27, 2009 - 02:21 am: ||
Thank you, Alex! Another great story.