Showing posts with label caught in the act. Show all posts
Showing posts with label caught in the act. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

*r* scenes I've written CLub SIX caught in the act

♣ 6
A role play: caught red-handed

A day off for him, and he is lounging around.   

  She is getting dressed, and is ready to go out the door, and says, “I’m off to my lunch date, see you in a couple hours.”  

 “Bye, honey.”  

 He watches her leave, listens for her car to start, looks out the window, to see her car go down the street.  Then he goes to the bedroom, takes off shorts and briefs, goes to a closet, unlocks a briefcase, and pulls out a stack of ‘Ma’am’ magazines, plops on the bed, and starts leafing through the magazines while stroking his penis.  

 He becomes so engrossed, he does not hear anything
…such as the front door opening,
 or her turning the corner to the bedroom, 
and announcing, “I’m home, Jan called me, had to cancel out on the lunch….” 

 And she takes some steps into the bedroom and stops, staring at him, with his penis in his right hand.    

 He sees no point in trying to cover up, he is thoroughly busted.   

 A grim look crosses her face; she steps closer and sits on the edge of the bed.

  “We have not had sex in ….” She counts on her fingers and continues, “Three weeks and some days.  You’ve had a head ache, you’re stressed out from work, your stomach hurts, you’re tired.  So tell me, how many times have you jerked off during this 21 plus day period?”  

 “Um… I dunno, exactly.”                                                                       

 “Well, let’s see… has it been, oh, once a day?” 

 “Yeah….I guess.” 

 “Has it been MORE?” 
  
 “Uh, maybe…”    

“TWICE a day?” 

 “Not…not quite.  Some days, once, other days twice….” 

She stares at him,  while she is leaning on her left hand, which is on one of the magazines, which catches her attention. She picks up the magazine, and says, 
“And jerking off to this …FILTH…” 

Then she looks at the cover of the magazine, and furrows an eyebrow, then begins flipping through the magazine.  She gets to the end, drops it, picks up a different magazine, looks at the cover, then flips through it,  then does the same with a third, then puts it down, and says, almost quietly,
 “Well… not what I expected,”  then she looks up and at him, “So, ready to tell me what’s going on?” 

 He gulps, looks down, and says, quietly, “I’ve had a… a ‘thing’ for spanking, most of my adult life.  By that, I mean…it turns me on, the idea, the fantasy, turns me on, arouses me. And when I say, spanking, I mean, me being spanked, by a capable, dominant woman, like my mother (who never did spank me) or an Auntie-type, someone like that, and I don’t mean fun little foreplay spankings, where I slap your behind a few times, or you slap mine, or both,  but spankings like you saw in the magazines,  that leaves the bottom red or worse,  that leaves the male wishing he were elsewhere,  maybe reduced to tears.  When I got together with you, you knew I had been single, without even a girlfriend, for a long time, and thus celibate, although you may or may not have assumed that I indulge in masturbation.  A reason I was single and unattached for so long is that I never figured I’d find a woman that could fulfill my fantasies, and I preferred jerking to my fantasies to … engaging in real sex with another.  You and I met, and started dating, and I really thought, you were it, you were the women to change my mind about all this, that I could be with you, and have a normal life with you, and forget the fantasies.  Well, the fantasies have come back, like doubly strong.  Honestly, the idea of having sex with you, or anybody for that matter,  does nothing for me, but as soon as I start visualizing myself being naked, and over a women’s knee, while she applies a hairbrush to my bottom, it’s like instant wood.”      

“I see,” she says, slowly. “In your fantasy world, how often are you spanked?”   
“As often as … she sees fit, I guess.”   

  “Always, for some good reason?”     

 “No, it can be … just because … or a regular maintenance spanking, or some such.”       

  “So, what your fantasies mean, what you want, is a woman who will smack your bare bottom on a regular basis?”  

 “Yes.”    

“Do you realize that assuming you’re in some relationship where one person takes charge of your punishment and discipline, that person will assume the dominant role,  and most likely take charge of virtually everything in the relationship?”      

 “Mmmm… yes, that does … stand to reason.” 

 “Are you fully prepared to have me take the dominant role in this relationship, and give you the discipline you crave?”    

“Y..yes,  yes, I am.”       
  
 “Well, then…. Let’s get started.  Conveniently, you are already naked, which you will be every time I spank you.  So,  what to use....?"

She picks up a leather belt.  "This will work.... Now stand up,  bend over the edge of the bed, hands on the bed."

He does.

She applies  (RNG minutes) of strikes with the belt.

She drops the belt, and says, 'Stand up.  That may will be just the beginning but first a reward for me."   She begins undressing. 








Wednesday, July 1, 2015

7.01 Setting the Scene

Interesting, the idea of holding on to his penis while smacking his bottom.
I think I can safely assume this is wife-husband, or girl&boy friend.

Setting the scene:

Shilo said, "I'm going to take a shower."
"Mmm hmm," she replied.
Thinking it seemed like an inordinate amount of time, she went to check on him.
She opened the bathroom door, and saw him, seated on the toilet, jerking off.
"Reeeeelly?" she said.  "You couldn't wait til tonight?"
"Well...it just came up, and I thought a quick tug wouldn't hurt."
"We do have a house rule about this, do we not?"
"Yeah..we do?"
"So...did you mean, it wasn't going to 'hurt' as long as I don't know about it?"
"Yeah...I guess."
"Get out here, and bend over and lean on the dresser."
Shilo did, while she fetched the ebony paddle.
She reached in front of him and grabbed his penis in her left hand, and proceeded to smack his bottom with the paddle with her right hand.


Thursday, June 25, 2015

6.25 Setting the Scene

This piece is by tommyspt.
His art is usually shown in black and white; I've seen a very few colorized pieces.  
I would say ... every one of his pieces I've seen is a depiction of  F/m OTK spanking.   
Sometimes the male is quite naked; sometimes he is shown as pants down.
Always (?) bare bottom, and invariable she is wielding a hairbrush or paddle.
Most of the time, he adds his own story line to the picture....
which I try to avoid reading, because his spelling is atrocious, and his grammar is even worse.

So, below:
Naked male, over the lap of female.  Beautiful.  NIA, for sure.
Could be son and Mom, could be husband and wife. 
I'll go either way, both pairings work here.
In the lower right hand corner....magazines.
You can see the title of the top one, 'Corporal'.
I may be imagining it, but it looks to me, the cover depiction has a naked male figure over the lap of a female.
And THIS sets the scene for a story I've written many times in many ways.

Setting the scene:
Shilo had been out in the front yard, mowing and raking.
Done, he went inside, as Lynn was preparing to leave.
"I'm off to my meeting," she said.
"Okay, I'm gonna start with a shower...."

She left.
He stripped off, and took a shower, toweled off, and returned to the bedroom, naked.
He left the door open, which was the usual case, as it was just the two of them in the house.
Thinking he had plenty of time, he went to his 'stash' and pulled out a handful of magazines, all related to F/m spanking.
He sat on the bed, then reclined on the bed, while flipping pages with his left hand, stroking his erect penis with his right.
He was so focused, he did not hear the return of her car, or her entry through the front door.
He DID hear her voice as she approached the bedroom doorway.
"Wouldn't you know it, I'm almost there, and Pat called me to say the meeting was cancel.... WHAT are you DOING?"
It was one of those questions that clearly did not need an answer, as it was evident what Shilo was doing.
Wordlessly, she walked closed to the bedside, staring at him, stopped at the side of the bed, then picked up one magazine, flipped through the pages, put it aside, picked up another magazine, and continued until she had flipped through four of them.
Then she stared at him hard, while he looked at his bellybutton, 
and finally said, "Why didn't you just say so?"
From her own drawer, she produced a flat back hairbrush,  pulled a chair away from the desk and sat down, and said, "Let's go! Get over my lap!"
Shilo got up, off the bed, and bent over her lap,  and she quickly began smacking his buttocks with the hairbrush, as he moaned and wiggled....