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Admin
Board Administrator
Username: Admin
Post Number: 19
Registered: 03-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, September 24, 2005 - 03:34 am: | 
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This is a story by Opal. She had already tried to post it but it wasn't working with our software. I'm reposting it because while trying to convert it, I accidently deleted it. Here it is again with my sincere apologies to Opal. Sorry!
When the outside world sees me they see a thirty-eight year old woman, mother of four and happily married, I am your office manager and our children’s chauffer, I am intelligent and responsible but when you see me you look deep inside of me to my inner little girl, she is needy and can be rather bratty she test your patience and needs to be loved, nurtured and disciplined.
As my little girl inside of me sits on the bed I am very aware of the throbbing that is in my private area, as if I can feel every beat of my heart, I am anxious because I know that I have disappointed you with my lack of self control and I have angered you with my outburst of temper and now the realization that you are going to make me be accountable for my actions has me here sad, a little scared and very sorry that I have brought you to this decision.
The door to our room opens and you walk over to me and ask me to look at you but I can’t so you cup my chin in your hand and raise my head up till I can see your eyes and you see mine, I want to look away but you won’t let me, your eyes tell me exactly what’s about to take place this strain on our relationship will come to an end at my bottom’s expense.
“You know I love you, don’t you?” you always start with that same question. My eyes look downward as I answer, “Yes”, I do know you love me that’s why you discipline me and try and keep us on track.
“Your hatefulness and temper can’t be aloud to continue any longer, can it?” your tone is firm, “No sir,” I swallow hard almost as if these words are going to choke me and yet I have said them hundreds of times. My stomach is filled with butterflies in anticipation of my fate.
You place your hands on my shoulders “Stand up” matter of fact you speak as you help me to my feet, I stand but my legs fill like noodles and I fear they won’t support me.
“Pull down your jeans and panties”, you command. I know better than to disobey and my rubber fingers fumble with the button and zipper, finally I am able to push the thick denim material down to my ankles so I can step out of them. “Your panties now” you remind me with a tone that lets me know I am prolonging the inevitable.
I hold on to the elastic waistband and pull my panties down, exposing my bare bottom to the cool air of the room and your watchful eye, you notice the goose bumps and tell me “I’ll have you warmed up in no time.”
Now it’s time I must lay myself across your lap and take this spanking that you deem necessary and I know I need and deserve, there is no warm up you immediately take your hand and raise it high in the air and bring it down harshly on my skin, I yelp and jump from the impact and this continues for several minutes while you scold me. My mind and my heart listen intently and I can’t’ dispute anything you have said, all I can do is moan and try to tell you I am sorry.
My bottom is stinging and I can fill the warmth spreading all over as you continue this attitude adjustment, then you stop and order me to stand up my mind is contemplating if this is the end or just the beginning and then I hear your voice, “Stack your pillows and lay in the middle of the bed spread eagle.” My heart sinks as my mind receives its answer, it’s just the beginning.
I have laid my self over my pillows and now the butterflies in my stomach have been replaced with rockets as I hear you pull your belt through the loops on your jeans. You bring your belt down firmly across my pink bottom at an agonizing speed, my flesh burns and the pain rushes through my entire body, I’m afraid I won’t be able to handle the distress my body is in, my voice screams out with every stroke begging you to stop and promising to be good but you continue and my mind reminds me that I have earned this spanking and deserve every lash.
The spanking stops and you give me time to recover as you stroke my back and reassure me that I am loved and you want what’s best for me, you rise from off the bed beside me and pick up our “spanking paddle” 14 inches long 3/8ths of an inch thick made of oak, “Twenty hard ones” you call out and I immediately begin to cry. The first whack lands squarely on both cheeks and I scream out and my feet kick on the bed as I try to ease the pain, the second whack lands and the third so on and so on till all twenty have been delivered to my scorching hot, swollen and crimson red bottom.
My spanking is over, my body exhausted, I am covered in sweat and my face is stained with tears but some how I feel relief on the inside that my transgressions are paid for a calm comes over me knowing that with the very last smack all is forgiven and you love me, the bratty little girl that hides deep inside this woman’s body.
You climb up on the bed beside me and hold me tight and caress me and I lay there knowing that I am the luckiest woman in the whole world to have a man like you. |
Babyj4
Spanko
Username: Babyj4
Post Number: 113
Registered: 09-2005
| | Posted on Monday, September 26, 2005 - 04:58 pm: |
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That was a good one opal, can't wait to read more.
Babyj- worlds cutest little brat!
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Zippo
New member
Username: Zippo
Post Number: 32
Registered: 09-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, September 27, 2005 - 05:54 pm: |
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When does chapter 2 come out opal. |
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