I walked into the lounge that the guys from work often hang out at, after work on Fridays.
Pete looked up, and said, "Mike! First time you've joined us after work here. She finally unlocked the ball and chain, eh?"
I blushed just a little, and said, "She's out of town on business, so I'm a free bird until Sunday night."
"Ah," he said, with a smile. "Looks like you have a lot of free time with the joy stick, eh?"
"Oh, yeah," I said, evenly.
"So, how long you been married?" he asked me.
"Just over six and a half years."
"Well, you've brought balance to our group here. Now we have three married guys and three singles. So, we were talking about sex."
"Shocker. A group of men hanging out in a bar talking about sex. Either that or sports, I would expect," I said.
"So, a point of discussion is a study one of us read that married men get more sex than single men."
"Hmm," I said.
"So far, the married guys, Joe and myself, say we get sex two or three times a week, and the poor single guys say once a week, when lucky, or go couple weeks at a time without."
"Not hard to believe."
"How about you?"
"Me?"
"Yeah... for example, when's the last time you had sex?"
"Mmmm, June 3rd," I said, which was nearly seven months prior.
A bit of shocked silence.
Finally, Bill asked, "Has your wife been sick, or something?"
"Mmm, no."
"Then you must be doing it yourself, as often as the single guys here."
"No, can't."
"Can't? She doesn't allow it?"
"Can't, because I'm ... locked up ...in a chastity device."
Silence again.
Joe said, "Um... I've heard about those, and that you can .... get around them."
"You get what you pay for. Buy a cheap device with a cheap lock, yeah, easy to remove. A good device keeps you from getting erect, keeps you from stimulating the penis at all. No orgasm. A good lock is just that, can't pick it, can only get it off with the key or combination or a bolt cutter. I'm wearing a good device with a very good lock."
"Is this your wife's idea?"
"Very much so."
"How long you been wearing it?"
"Since June 3rd."
"Jeez... how much longer do you haveta wear it?"
"Don't know."
"Are we going to have to keep asking questions, are you going to tell us about it, if you're willing?"
"I'd have to ... start at the beginning."
"You tell the story, I'll buy the beer."
I shrugged, and settled into my chair.
"So, Jill and I met at a party at her office. We talked...we started dating. By two months, we were having sex, by three months, we were constantly sleeping together, her place or mine. After five months, She asked, "You ever think about getting married?"
'Oh, yeah, to the right woman,' I said.
'And what am I, chopped liver?'
I laughed, and asked, 'Are you saying you want to get married ...to me?'
'Yes,' she said.
'Okay,' I said.
So we talked about it.
With no local family to speak of, we chose not to plan anything big. She sure didn't want that. We set a date for a very small wedding.
Then, one evening, she said, 'We need to discuss a very important matter.'
'Okay,' I said.
'Once we are married, I must be in charge of two things. The first is punishment and discipline.'
I looked at her, oddly, then asked, 'How's that?'
'I will be in charge of YOUR discipline and punishment."
'Which ... involves what, exactly?"
"Much the way a parent might punish an errant child. Spankings.'
'Spankings?'
'Yes, but much more than going over my knee with my hand or hairbrush landing on your bottom. What I apply would be severe, such that you've learned from it and whatever mistake you made, you won't care to repeat.'
'Uhhhmmm...'
'This punishment won't be applied for minor offenses. We're adults, we'll talk about things. You leave the toilet seat up once, I remind you. You leave up again the same day, I remind you, more sternly. You leave it up a third time same day, you'll have tested my patience. Really, I'm talking about BIG things, BIG mistakes that might ruin others' relationship.'
'Oh. Well ... I'm not stupid. Okay, then, fine.'
'Okay, and ... I must be in charge of your orgasms; you will have to ask permission.'
'What?'
'Say, we're having sex. You will need to ask me if it's okay for you to cum. Or if you're masturbating. I don't mind if you masturbate, I DO mind if you cum without permission. You have to ask me.'
'So, if I'm in the shower, and it comes up, and I start stroking it... I'm not supposed to cum unless I ask you?'
'Right.'
'And if you're not home?'
'If you can't ask me, don't cum.'
'And if I cum, how would you know about it?'
She looked at me grimly, and said, 'That would be a serious rule violation. Maybe I won't find out, maybe I will. I'm sure you'd have a guilty look about you.'
'So, is cumming without permission, one of those Big mistakes you mentioned, that merits punishment?'
'Not corporal punishment. For that, you would get lock up time.'
'Lock up time? I'd go to jail?'
'Only your penis, in a chastity device, for an unspecified length of time.'
'Really.....?'
'Yes.'
'And you have such a thing... laying around here?'
'I do, a very good one.'
"Wow. Um, well, okay, then.'
So, yes, I agreed to her terms.
So... in the days leading up to the wedding, and we were having sex, well, frequently, she told me, that I was not YET required to ask permission before cumming, but it was her suggestion that I practice it.
So I did, half the time. And forgot to ask, the other half.
We got married.
For a week's honeymoon, we went up to Carmel.
First night, we were in the room, sipping champagne and getting it on, really getting going. Oral for her, oral for me, double oral, mutual rimming. My cock was just throbbing.
She lay on the bed flat on her back, spread her legs, and said, 'Take me.'
I did, and after four deep thrusts, I was spurting.
I continued until I was too soft to go on, and rolled off her.
She said quietly, 'You did not ask permission to cum.'
I had a real OH SHIT moment, then I said, 'You're right, I did not. I'm so sorry.'
She got up and went to her suitcase. 'I did NOT say you get a pass for the first time, even on our wedding night.' She pulled a device, this device, out, and said, 'Now sit up.'
I did, and she walked to me, reached down, and rather quickly ... seemed like she's had a lot of practice, you know... got it on me, and set the lock.
I looked up at her, rather weakly, while she said, 'It sets a sad tone for our honeymoon, for you, knowing that you're not going get to fuck me again, but you'll be giving me lots of oral pleasure.'
'How long...' I said, in a quiet voice.
'Ah yes, let me explain that.' she replied, while fiddling with her cell phone.
'I have a program on this to determine time in chastity. I set the range, from minimum days to maximum days, and it comes up with a random number. It does not tell me the number. It will send a text to you and to me that says simply, "Time is up." It's 9 o'clock now, so whatever day this ends, the text will be sent at the same time that day. What you are NOT allowed to ask me, is the range of days I set it for. If you do, I will say, 'Not telling' and press a button on this, and your time starts over from the beginning at that time. Second time you ask, I will say, Not telling, and press a button, and your time is doubled. Third time you ask, your time is double, and I punish you. Got it?'
'What if, you're not around when time is up?'
'I am usually around, unless it happens to be during work hours. In which case, them are the breaks, and you'll have to wait until you see me to get unlocked.'
So, I got it.
THAT lock-up lasted twenty two days.
About eight months after the wedding... she was going out with a huge client of hers, and fully expected me to be there with her.
I need about it at least a week prior. It was a Saturday. I had gone to the gym ... that has a full court, and gotten involved in a three on three hoops game, and lost track of time.
I finally asked somebody, 'What time is it.'
Five thirty was the response.
Well, oh shit, that's when we were supposed to leave.
I hurried to the locker room, where my phone was in my pocket, and saw eight missed calls from her.
I showered and rushed home, but she was gone.
I waited up for her, she returned home, oh, midnight, and I immediately started apologizing, many times, until she said, 'Enough already, it was okay, I told them you were sick. But you knew how important this was to me. Don't go anywhere tomorrow; you ARE getting punished.'
So, I went to bed with a sick feeling in my stomach.
So,in the morning, I was sitting, reading the paper, while she busied herself elsewhere.
At noon, she came in, and said, 'Now come into the bedroom, and get your clothes off.'
I followed her into the bedroom, and undressed, and saw a butcher strap and bamboo cane on the bed.
She picked them up,moved two pillows to the center of the bed, and said, 'Lay down on the bed, hips over the pillows, legs together, arms folded under your chest.'
I did. She started with the butcher strap, giving my bottom fifty licks. It hurt so fucking much. Then she switched to the cane, and gave my bottom fifty strokes. It hurt fucking much more. Tears were in my eyes. I was panting and gasping. God, it hurt.
She said, 'Stand up.'
I did, and started to rub my rear.
'No rubbing,' she said, 'Hands on your head, and follow me.'
I followed her to the living room. She took me to a piece of wall near a corner, and held a quarter to the wall, and said, 'Put your nose up against this, make sure it doesn't fall. You will stay put there, until you hear from me.'
I think it was an hour, when I heard from her. 'Go take a shower, and I think you'll find cold cream in the cabinet. Then put on underwear or pajamas. You won't be going out today.'
I found cold cream. And I put on a t-shirt and briefs.
It hurt the rest of the day, sitting made it worse.
Funny,though, sex, that night, was pretty good.
So, about a year and a half after the wedding... we went out to dinner, had a couple drinks, came home, fell into bed, really got into it... and I came, without asking.
She immediately locked me up ... and that one lasted ninety-two days.
About six months after that, on a Saturday, she was out shopping, and I um happened to find some interesting porn on my laptop. Well, you know, it popped up, I went to the bedroom, and laid flat, and began stroking... it felt so good, I had my eyes closed, I came... and opened my eyes, and she was standing at the bedroom door, watching.
'Masturbating and cumming...when you thought I wouldn't find out.' she said.
She went to the dresser drawer, and pulled out the device. She went to the closet and pulled out the strap and cane.
She had me sit up, and locked me up. Then she had me roll over on the bed, hips over pillows.
She gave me 60 with the strap, and 60 with the cane. Then had me standing in corner, for what I think was two hours. Then she had me give her oral, for over an hour.
So... married three years... I got a speeding ticket on the way home from work. I could have, should have, told her about it. I didn't. Later, she asked if I had any cash, so she wouldn't have to stop at an ATM. I told her, sure in my wallet, on the dresser in the bedroom. She went, and looked, and returned, speeding ticket in hand.
'Were you going to tell me about this?'
'Well, I meant to.'
'Bedroom,' she said, 'Clothes off.'
'No,' I said. 'I'm not taking that anymore.'
She looked stunned for a moment, then calm crossed her face, then she said, 'Fine.'
I must say I blinked. 'Fine?' I asked.
'Yes, fine,' she said, 'I will call my attorney in the morning, and get divorce proceedings started.'
'Divorce?' I asked.
'Yes, divorce.' she said
'Now wait...' I said.
'We had an agreement before we got married. You are reneging on the agreement. I cannot trust you. I want a divorce,' she said.
She left the room, into the bedroom.
I sat and thought. I did not want a divorce. So if my option was to take the beating, and stay married, well, okay then.
I went into the bedroom. She was sitting on the bed, looking at her laptop.
'Okay,' I said, 'I'm getting ready. And I undressed.
Without a word, she prepared the pillows on the bed and got out the strap and cane.
So that beating was seventy with the strap, and seventy with the cane, as the punishment, she said, and then gave me another forty with the strap and forty with the cane, for defiance. Then I was put in the corner, until she went to bed. She set an alarm on my phone and said, 'You can come out when this alarm goes off.'
From there, I made it last June 3rd without incident. Dinner at home, drinking wine... went to the bedroom, got frisky, got it going, and I came without asking. This seems to only happen when I drink then have sex, I've noticed. She locked me up, immediately. It's been 205 days by my count. And of course, I have no idea how much longer."
I took a long hit off the beer bottle, finishing it, and sat it down on the table.
"Wow," said Pete.
"Please don't tell my wife about this," said Joe.
"Mine either," said Pete.
I stood up. "Gotta go, guys. If I have anymore, I might get a DUI on the way home. Imagine what she would do to me after that!"
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Wednesday, July 23, 2014
7.23 When Harry met sally part 2, update 7/23
They spent the evening, with her trying out different paddles across his buttocks, then falling into bed for more sex... until they fell asleep.
She got up first, to get ready for work, and made sure his bottom was quite red and sore before sending him home.
They made arrangements for another date, a few days' hence.
The morning of, she sent to him the following email:
Be here at 7, as we prearranged. I have a late meeting, so I might not be home yet. If my car is not in the driveway, then I'm not. I'll bring home dinner, you may bring a bottle of red wine. There'll be a key under the mat. Let yourself in, take a shower. You may open the bottle and pour yourself half a glass, no more, don't dilly dally with it, then bend over the back of the chair in the living room, on your tiptoes, hands on the seat of the chair. My hidden nanny cam will be on, so I will know if you got into position when you were supposed to, or waited til you heard me arrive. This evening will be all about 'the cane'. I have quite a few that I've been wanting to try out.
He was done with work earlier than her, and went home first... then headed out again, stopping at TJ's for wine, then went to her house, arriving at 6:55. She was not home yet, and he went up to the door, and let himself in. He undressed in the entryway, and put his clothes in the basket, took the two bottles of wine to the kitchen, opened one, and poured two thirds of a glass, passed through the living room on the way to the bathroom, where he took note of the solid armless chair, positioned in the center of the room, and in the bathroom, turned on the water, stepped in, got wet, soaped himself down with body wash, rinsed off, turned off the water, and stepped out as he grabbed a towel, and dried off. Still in the bathroom, he took a long swig from the glass, then another, and another, and it was empty. He went into the living room, placed the glass on the coffee table, went to the chair, bent over the back, put his hands on the seat, then lifted himself on his tiptoes, and waited.
While trying to get the image out of his head, of the neat group of canes, long and short, bamboo, hard wood, and Delrin, that he saw on the coffee table.
She was parked down the street, and had been for quite a few minutes, and was using her phone to watch the proceedings in the living room, via connection to the nanny-cam.
Satisfied that he was obeying instructions, She started the car, and headed home, arriving in about a minute, and pulled into her driveway, got out of her car, and walked up the sidewalk, and let herself in.
Without saying a word to him, she walked by, and on into the kitchen, where she put down the large bag of Chinese food she had picked up, found the wine bottles that he had brought, and poured herself a tall glass, then went on back through the living room to the bedroom.
She slowly and deliberately stripped down, trying not to hurry despite her growing sense of anticipation. She pulled a jet black slip over her naked body, then stepped into and pulled up a pair of fishnet stay-up stockings, checked herself out in the mirror, grinned at herself, picked up the wine glass, and headed for the living room.
She stopped, directly behind him, and said, "I hope I haven't kept you waiting too terribly long....."
"Not at all," he replied, quietly. "Once I became accustomed to all the blood in my head, this is kind of relaxing. I hope to remember this as a meditation position."
"Oh...I think this being a meditation position is going to become a very distant memory." She put her wine glass down on the table, and selected a long white hickory senior cane, and swished it around in the air. Then she slowly walked around, until she was behind him, to his left. She held the cane out so that it just touched his buttocks in a horizontal line across them.
"Count each stroke, followed by the word 'Miss'. After you say 'Miss', I will do a silent three-count, then deliver the next stroke. If either hand leaves the chair seat, I apply additional strokes. If either foot leaves the ground, I apply additional strokes. If your knees buckle, I will say 'UP!' and you must rise immediately, or I apply additional strokes. If you rise, putting either or both hands to your bottom, you'll get a moment to compose yourself, then we start ALL over. AND, if this simply becomes more than you can tolerate, you can simply stand up and walk away. Do you understand?"
"Yuh...ulp Yes, Muh..Miss."
She took her stance, aimed with the cane along his buttocks, pulled it back, and swung.
"Aaaach.... Wu..One..Miss." 1, 2, 3. "Aaaahhh...Tuh..Two..Miss." 1, 2, 3. "OWWWHhh... Thuh..Three...Miss..." 1, 2, 3..........
Ten strokes she delivered, and ten angry lines and welts appeared across his buttocks.
She put down the cane, and said, "Join me in the kitchen....bring your wineglass."
He joined her, and quickly filled his glass, drinking half of it in one long swig.
They opened the bags of Chinese food she brought home, and got out plates and silverware, then moving to the table.
He started to sit down, then looked at her cautiously, and she smiled slightly, and said, "Go ahead, sit down."
He did, slowly and carefully, with a grimace on his face.
A low whistle came out as air escaped between his clenched teeth as he sat.
He wiggled in his chair, then was able to keep still as he became accustomed to the stinging.
He was eating, and enjoying it, until she said, "After we get the table cleared, expect at least ten more strokes..."
He paused in mid bite, with his mouth open, fork in hand hovering near his mouth, then his hand continued, the fork and its contents reaching his mouth.
Not that he could taste anything, anymore.
He started eating markedly slower.
Which she observed, with the slightest of smiles.
And looked at the watch on her wrist, and said, "You have three minutes from my mark to finish eating whatever you're going to finish...starting NOW."
He realized ... he just wasn't all that hungry anyway, and pushed his plate away.
"Very well," she said, "Let's get the table cleared."
He stood up, as she did, and they had the table cleared and wiped down within minutes.
She turned and looked at him, steadily, and asked, "Are you ready willing and able to take more strokes of the cane?"
He gulped, and asked, quietly, "What if ...I say, no?"
She frowned. "This is not some kind of negotiation. I'm asking you to test yourself, find your own limits. Are you afraid of a little more hurting, or can you push through it?"
He smiled, very slightly, then let it drop, at the thought of a 'little more hurting', then said, "I am ready for more."
She stared at him, and a smile almost formed on her lips, "In the middle of the floor, spread your legs, bend over, hands at your ankles head up, look straight ahead."
She picked up the heavy senior cane, and stood behind him and to his left. Holding the cane in her right hand, she reached out with it, and tapped the middle of his buttocks with the tip.
She pulled the cane back, and swung SWEEEEEEESH WHAP! and he let out an agonized AHHHHHHHHCHchhhhh.
Space about four seconds apart, eleven more strokes landed across his buttocks, accompanied by his loud moans, and long welts appeared in horizontal red lines across his cheeks.
She put the cane down on the table with the others, and sat down, in the middle of the couch.
"Now, stand up...and come join me, here on the couch."
Very gingerly, he sat down, next to her.
She put her right arm around his shoulder, leaned in with her face close to his, while taking his penis in her left hand, and stroking it, from flaccidity to fullness.
Her head went down to his lap, and her mouth slid over his cock, as she sucked it in, and licked and slurped it, until he jerked and gasped, and shot his seed into her mouth, which she hungrily gulped down.
She sat upright, wiping her mouth, then flashed an evil grin, reached out onto the coffee table, picked up a short, skinny cane, and reached out, ad pulled him down, his torso over her lap, and positioned him with his chest stretched out on the couch to her left, his knees on the ground to her right., his bottom almost squarely over her lap.
Her left hand roamed over the cane welts on his bottom.
She stopped, and held the short cane in her right hand, and started landed quick, rapid strokes of it across his buttocks.
Stroke after stroke landed across his buttocks and upper thighs, as he wiggled and gasped...and began sobbing, softly at first, then loudly.
She stopped, and allowed his sobs to die down as she put down the cane and rubbed her right hand over his red and welt-covered buttocks.
Once his breathing was regular, she asked quietly, "So... ready to join me in the bedroom?"
He pushed himself upright, then extended a hand to help her up, and they walked off, into her bedroom.
She pulled up and off the black slip, and lay down on her back on the bed, with legs open wide.
"Start here..." she said.
She got up first, to get ready for work, and made sure his bottom was quite red and sore before sending him home.
They made arrangements for another date, a few days' hence.
The morning of, she sent to him the following email:
Be here at 7, as we prearranged. I have a late meeting, so I might not be home yet. If my car is not in the driveway, then I'm not. I'll bring home dinner, you may bring a bottle of red wine. There'll be a key under the mat. Let yourself in, take a shower. You may open the bottle and pour yourself half a glass, no more, don't dilly dally with it, then bend over the back of the chair in the living room, on your tiptoes, hands on the seat of the chair. My hidden nanny cam will be on, so I will know if you got into position when you were supposed to, or waited til you heard me arrive. This evening will be all about 'the cane'. I have quite a few that I've been wanting to try out.
He was done with work earlier than her, and went home first... then headed out again, stopping at TJ's for wine, then went to her house, arriving at 6:55. She was not home yet, and he went up to the door, and let himself in. He undressed in the entryway, and put his clothes in the basket, took the two bottles of wine to the kitchen, opened one, and poured two thirds of a glass, passed through the living room on the way to the bathroom, where he took note of the solid armless chair, positioned in the center of the room, and in the bathroom, turned on the water, stepped in, got wet, soaped himself down with body wash, rinsed off, turned off the water, and stepped out as he grabbed a towel, and dried off. Still in the bathroom, he took a long swig from the glass, then another, and another, and it was empty. He went into the living room, placed the glass on the coffee table, went to the chair, bent over the back, put his hands on the seat, then lifted himself on his tiptoes, and waited.
While trying to get the image out of his head, of the neat group of canes, long and short, bamboo, hard wood, and Delrin, that he saw on the coffee table.
She was parked down the street, and had been for quite a few minutes, and was using her phone to watch the proceedings in the living room, via connection to the nanny-cam.
Satisfied that he was obeying instructions, She started the car, and headed home, arriving in about a minute, and pulled into her driveway, got out of her car, and walked up the sidewalk, and let herself in.
Without saying a word to him, she walked by, and on into the kitchen, where she put down the large bag of Chinese food she had picked up, found the wine bottles that he had brought, and poured herself a tall glass, then went on back through the living room to the bedroom.
She slowly and deliberately stripped down, trying not to hurry despite her growing sense of anticipation. She pulled a jet black slip over her naked body, then stepped into and pulled up a pair of fishnet stay-up stockings, checked herself out in the mirror, grinned at herself, picked up the wine glass, and headed for the living room.
She stopped, directly behind him, and said, "I hope I haven't kept you waiting too terribly long....."
"Not at all," he replied, quietly. "Once I became accustomed to all the blood in my head, this is kind of relaxing. I hope to remember this as a meditation position."
"Oh...I think this being a meditation position is going to become a very distant memory." She put her wine glass down on the table, and selected a long white hickory senior cane, and swished it around in the air. Then she slowly walked around, until she was behind him, to his left. She held the cane out so that it just touched his buttocks in a horizontal line across them.
"Count each stroke, followed by the word 'Miss'. After you say 'Miss', I will do a silent three-count, then deliver the next stroke. If either hand leaves the chair seat, I apply additional strokes. If either foot leaves the ground, I apply additional strokes. If your knees buckle, I will say 'UP!' and you must rise immediately, or I apply additional strokes. If you rise, putting either or both hands to your bottom, you'll get a moment to compose yourself, then we start ALL over. AND, if this simply becomes more than you can tolerate, you can simply stand up and walk away. Do you understand?"
"Yuh...ulp Yes, Muh..Miss."
She took her stance, aimed with the cane along his buttocks, pulled it back, and swung.
"Aaaach.... Wu..One..Miss." 1, 2, 3. "Aaaahhh...Tuh..Two..Miss." 1, 2, 3. "OWWWHhh... Thuh..Three...Miss..." 1, 2, 3..........
Ten strokes she delivered, and ten angry lines and welts appeared across his buttocks.
She put down the cane, and said, "Join me in the kitchen....bring your wineglass."
He joined her, and quickly filled his glass, drinking half of it in one long swig.
They opened the bags of Chinese food she brought home, and got out plates and silverware, then moving to the table.
He started to sit down, then looked at her cautiously, and she smiled slightly, and said, "Go ahead, sit down."
He did, slowly and carefully, with a grimace on his face.
A low whistle came out as air escaped between his clenched teeth as he sat.
He wiggled in his chair, then was able to keep still as he became accustomed to the stinging.
He was eating, and enjoying it, until she said, "After we get the table cleared, expect at least ten more strokes..."
He paused in mid bite, with his mouth open, fork in hand hovering near his mouth, then his hand continued, the fork and its contents reaching his mouth.
Not that he could taste anything, anymore.
He started eating markedly slower.
Which she observed, with the slightest of smiles.
And looked at the watch on her wrist, and said, "You have three minutes from my mark to finish eating whatever you're going to finish...starting NOW."
He realized ... he just wasn't all that hungry anyway, and pushed his plate away.
"Very well," she said, "Let's get the table cleared."
He stood up, as she did, and they had the table cleared and wiped down within minutes.
She turned and looked at him, steadily, and asked, "Are you ready willing and able to take more strokes of the cane?"
He gulped, and asked, quietly, "What if ...I say, no?"
She frowned. "This is not some kind of negotiation. I'm asking you to test yourself, find your own limits. Are you afraid of a little more hurting, or can you push through it?"
He smiled, very slightly, then let it drop, at the thought of a 'little more hurting', then said, "I am ready for more."
She stared at him, and a smile almost formed on her lips, "In the middle of the floor, spread your legs, bend over, hands at your ankles head up, look straight ahead."
She picked up the heavy senior cane, and stood behind him and to his left. Holding the cane in her right hand, she reached out with it, and tapped the middle of his buttocks with the tip.
She pulled the cane back, and swung SWEEEEEEESH WHAP! and he let out an agonized AHHHHHHHHCHchhhhh.
Space about four seconds apart, eleven more strokes landed across his buttocks, accompanied by his loud moans, and long welts appeared in horizontal red lines across his cheeks.
She put the cane down on the table with the others, and sat down, in the middle of the couch.
"Now, stand up...and come join me, here on the couch."
Very gingerly, he sat down, next to her.
She put her right arm around his shoulder, leaned in with her face close to his, while taking his penis in her left hand, and stroking it, from flaccidity to fullness.
Her head went down to his lap, and her mouth slid over his cock, as she sucked it in, and licked and slurped it, until he jerked and gasped, and shot his seed into her mouth, which she hungrily gulped down.
She sat upright, wiping her mouth, then flashed an evil grin, reached out onto the coffee table, picked up a short, skinny cane, and reached out, ad pulled him down, his torso over her lap, and positioned him with his chest stretched out on the couch to her left, his knees on the ground to her right., his bottom almost squarely over her lap.
Her left hand roamed over the cane welts on his bottom.
She stopped, and held the short cane in her right hand, and started landed quick, rapid strokes of it across his buttocks.
Stroke after stroke landed across his buttocks and upper thighs, as he wiggled and gasped...and began sobbing, softly at first, then loudly.
She stopped, and allowed his sobs to die down as she put down the cane and rubbed her right hand over his red and welt-covered buttocks.
Once his breathing was regular, she asked quietly, "So... ready to join me in the bedroom?"
He pushed himself upright, then extended a hand to help her up, and they walked off, into her bedroom.
She pulled up and off the black slip, and lay down on her back on the bed, with legs open wide.
"Start here..." she said.
7.23 No more, Mommy, Please (update 7/23)
Miriam was sitting in her easy chair in the living room, watching Bonanza, when the doorbell sounded.
She got up, and went to it, and opened it.
"Jane! What brings you by?"
"I was in the neighborhood...no, I wasn't, I was out on errands, and decided to drive by, see how you're doing."
"Come in, I'm fine, come in.." They went into the living room, and sat.
"So, what are you up to today?" asked Jane.
"Oh, same old same old in this busy retiree's life. You know....and, OH! I'm giving a spanking in a couple of hours."
"Still doing that, are you?"
"As long as there are naughty boys who know they should have their bottoms spanked and come to me to do it, I'll be doing it."
Jane giggles. "So is today's a first-timer, a once-in-a-while-er, or a regular?"
"I met this one, when I lived in the SuperDuper Apartments. He was a regular then. Then his career keep him very busy, for along time. Then it eased up on him, and he's been a regular for nearly a year now, twice a week."
"Twice a week? Wow. Now, I know you love slapping male bottoms, but considering you're on a fixed income, I can't help thinking you should charge something for a service that these men obvious want."
"Well, I'd feel badly actually taking money, but I do get groceries."
"Oh? How's that?"
"This one.. has made it a habit to call me the morning of his appointment, just to confirm the appointment, he says, but he always asks if he can stop at the supermarket for anything for me. Once I figured out that he enjoys doing it for me, I've had no problem creating a list for him."
"I see. Well, there have certainly been times, that I've wished I was a fly on the wall, so I could watch the Mistress in action."
"Oh, you want to watch? By all means, stay and do so."
"Um, won't he mind?"
"It doesn't matter if HE minds. Furthermore, it's a fantasy of his, to have someone watch."
"He has told you that?"
"Not in so many words... but I could tell, by his reaction when I have suggested having someone watch. His mouth protests 'oh no' but his body language says, 'oh yes please'."
"Well, then, I'll make a phone call to check in at home, but then, I'd love to stay and watch."
"Okay...."
They sat on Miriam's couch, talking.
At 1 o'clock, the doorbell rang.
"Always right on time," said Miriam, standing up.
She went to the door, out of view of the living room, opened it.
"Come on in, you can bring those straight to the kitchen. Was there anything perishable that needs to be put in the icebox....oh yes...."
"Now to the living room," she said, and she entered, with tall, middle-aged man following her.
She said, "Floyd, this is my very good friend Jane."
Floyd and Jane shook hands, and Miriam continued, "Jane will be a witness for this afternoon."
A deep blush passed over Floyd's face, then he stammered, "Ohh okay."
Miriam sat down in the chair reserved for these occasions and said, "SOOOO, how do we always start?"
"I...get undressed."
"Well?"
He gulped, and began undressing, removing shoes, shirt, pants... pausing while in tighty whities and white socks to glance at her, as if hoping that she would say 'stop'... then continuing with removing his socks, and finally, with a deep breath, tugged the briefs down and off, and stood up straight, in front of her, naked, hands straight down at his sides.
The hint of a smile appeared on Jane's lip, and Floyd blushed again, and Miriam said, "Come closer, turn around, inspection."
Obediently, he stepped closer to her, turned around, spread his legs, and bent over,
She reached out, and pinched a buttock in each hand, and pulled them apart, and peered in between them.
"Not bad," she said, "You're starting to learn how to keep it clean.... now then," and from the table next to her where she kept her supplies, she produced a rectal thermometer, and KY. She dipped the business end of the the thermometer in the KY, then slipped it into his anus, and let go of his cheeks, and leaned back, and started chatting with Jane.
"The BEST way to take a boy's temperature, bar none."
"Oh, I agree," said Jane.
She leaned forward, and withdrew the thermometer, and looked at it. "Normal..." then she wiped it in alcohol, and put it away, and picked up a latex glove, and slipped it on her right hand, then dipped her index finger in KY, and reached out to part his cheeks, then moved her hand forward, sliding her lubed finger into his anus and rectum, as he grunted.
She wiggled the finger around for a bit, and most certainly, for longer than necessary, then withdrew it, saying, "Prostate feels normal." She took the glove off her hand and discarded it. "Stand up, and get over my lap."
He stood up straight, turned around, and bent to get over her lap, with his toes pointed and on the ground on her right side, his forearms on the ground, cradling his head, on her left.
She produced a square-head bamboo-handle hairbrush from the table, and a timer, set the timer for some minutes, and began... smacking his buttocks, one cheek then the other, squarely in the center, back and forth, then changing to three smacks on one cheek,then three on the other, as his breathing deepening, he began moaning audibly. She switched back to one smack a side, but a very hard smack, enough to elicit an "OHHHHh" from him with each one.
The alarm buzzed.
She stopped, and he was gasping and panting.
She rubbed her hand over his reddish cheeks, then reset the timer, and began spanking again, hard alternating smacks, each one, in the 'same dam spot' in the center of each cheek, as he moaned, and his breathing grew shallower, he was gasping... and he finally let loose with sobs, muffled at first, then louder, and tears were flowing down his eyes when the alarm buzzed, and she stopped.
She put down the hair brush, and let him sob, while rubbing one hand through his hair, the other hand around his buttocks.
His sniffling stopped. The room grew quiet. In her hand appeared the long handled bath brush.
She set the timer, once again, and began smacking his lower buttcheeks, one smack to each one, back and forth, producing more tears from him within 10 smacks, and he was crying loudly when the alarm buzzed, and she stopped.
She waited for the sobbing..then sniffling, to stop, and said, "Get up, and go, get on the day bed."
He stood up, and went into an adjacent room, the den, and laid himself down, face down prone, alone the length of a long ottoman.
And he looked up, at the wall, from which hung a leather double-tailed strap, a butcher's strap, a split-finger tawse, and a nine-tailed martinet, and he wondered which he would receive, this time.
After a few minutes, she came into the room, went to the wall, and took down the butcher's strap.
She stood back, to his left side, and said, "Count them out."
She swung, SPLAAAT...."Ohhhh...one..."
She continued from that side, landing ten smacks, and he was choking as he called, "TEN!"
She walked around to the other side, and said, "Count 'em."
Ten swats of the strap, and he was sobbing as he counted.
She stopped, and hung the strap back up on the wall, then picked up a kitchen timer and set it.
"You may compose yourself until this alarm goes off, then come into the living room, and take the position over the chair. Don't let me catch you doing any rubbing."
And she left the room.
The alarm charmed.
He got up, off the bed, and walked into the living room, and up to the back of the chair. From there, he could see hanging on the wall, a long bamboo paddle, a wooden Spencer paddle, a Lexan paddle. He bent over the back of the chair, with his hands flat on the seat.
After a few minutes, she went to the wall, and took down the Spencer paddle, then stood behind him to his left. She tapped his buttocks lightly with the paddle and said, "Count!"
He groaned with each hard WHAP and counted. After 10, she paused to switch sides, and hands.
The WHAPS landed harder than before, and he was sobbing as he counted up to ten.
"In the corner, there, hands on your head, while I decide whether or not to apply cane strokes."
He went to the corner, and stood.
She went, to sit down with Jane.
Jane asked quietly,"You're deciding whether or not...?"
"It's part of this role play. All I'm going to do is flip a coin. Meanwhile he is left there wondering if he's going to get it or not."
She got up, and went to it, and opened it.
"Jane! What brings you by?"
"I was in the neighborhood...no, I wasn't, I was out on errands, and decided to drive by, see how you're doing."
"Come in, I'm fine, come in.." They went into the living room, and sat.
"So, what are you up to today?" asked Jane.
"Oh, same old same old in this busy retiree's life. You know....and, OH! I'm giving a spanking in a couple of hours."
"Still doing that, are you?"
"As long as there are naughty boys who know they should have their bottoms spanked and come to me to do it, I'll be doing it."
Jane giggles. "So is today's a first-timer, a once-in-a-while-er, or a regular?"
"I met this one, when I lived in the SuperDuper Apartments. He was a regular then. Then his career keep him very busy, for along time. Then it eased up on him, and he's been a regular for nearly a year now, twice a week."
"Twice a week? Wow. Now, I know you love slapping male bottoms, but considering you're on a fixed income, I can't help thinking you should charge something for a service that these men obvious want."
"Well, I'd feel badly actually taking money, but I do get groceries."
"Oh? How's that?"
"This one.. has made it a habit to call me the morning of his appointment, just to confirm the appointment, he says, but he always asks if he can stop at the supermarket for anything for me. Once I figured out that he enjoys doing it for me, I've had no problem creating a list for him."
"I see. Well, there have certainly been times, that I've wished I was a fly on the wall, so I could watch the Mistress in action."
"Oh, you want to watch? By all means, stay and do so."
"Um, won't he mind?"
"It doesn't matter if HE minds. Furthermore, it's a fantasy of his, to have someone watch."
"He has told you that?"
"Not in so many words... but I could tell, by his reaction when I have suggested having someone watch. His mouth protests 'oh no' but his body language says, 'oh yes please'."
"Well, then, I'll make a phone call to check in at home, but then, I'd love to stay and watch."
"Okay...."
They sat on Miriam's couch, talking.
At 1 o'clock, the doorbell rang.
"Always right on time," said Miriam, standing up.
She went to the door, out of view of the living room, opened it.
"Come on in, you can bring those straight to the kitchen. Was there anything perishable that needs to be put in the icebox....oh yes...."
"Now to the living room," she said, and she entered, with tall, middle-aged man following her.
She said, "Floyd, this is my very good friend Jane."
Floyd and Jane shook hands, and Miriam continued, "Jane will be a witness for this afternoon."
A deep blush passed over Floyd's face, then he stammered, "Ohh okay."
Miriam sat down in the chair reserved for these occasions and said, "SOOOO, how do we always start?"
"I...get undressed."
"Well?"
He gulped, and began undressing, removing shoes, shirt, pants... pausing while in tighty whities and white socks to glance at her, as if hoping that she would say 'stop'... then continuing with removing his socks, and finally, with a deep breath, tugged the briefs down and off, and stood up straight, in front of her, naked, hands straight down at his sides.
The hint of a smile appeared on Jane's lip, and Floyd blushed again, and Miriam said, "Come closer, turn around, inspection."
Obediently, he stepped closer to her, turned around, spread his legs, and bent over,
She reached out, and pinched a buttock in each hand, and pulled them apart, and peered in between them.
"Not bad," she said, "You're starting to learn how to keep it clean.... now then," and from the table next to her where she kept her supplies, she produced a rectal thermometer, and KY. She dipped the business end of the the thermometer in the KY, then slipped it into his anus, and let go of his cheeks, and leaned back, and started chatting with Jane.
"The BEST way to take a boy's temperature, bar none."
"Oh, I agree," said Jane.
She leaned forward, and withdrew the thermometer, and looked at it. "Normal..." then she wiped it in alcohol, and put it away, and picked up a latex glove, and slipped it on her right hand, then dipped her index finger in KY, and reached out to part his cheeks, then moved her hand forward, sliding her lubed finger into his anus and rectum, as he grunted.
She wiggled the finger around for a bit, and most certainly, for longer than necessary, then withdrew it, saying, "Prostate feels normal." She took the glove off her hand and discarded it. "Stand up, and get over my lap."
He stood up straight, turned around, and bent to get over her lap, with his toes pointed and on the ground on her right side, his forearms on the ground, cradling his head, on her left.
She produced a square-head bamboo-handle hairbrush from the table, and a timer, set the timer for some minutes, and began... smacking his buttocks, one cheek then the other, squarely in the center, back and forth, then changing to three smacks on one cheek,then three on the other, as his breathing deepening, he began moaning audibly. She switched back to one smack a side, but a very hard smack, enough to elicit an "OHHHHh" from him with each one.
The alarm buzzed.
She stopped, and he was gasping and panting.
She rubbed her hand over his reddish cheeks, then reset the timer, and began spanking again, hard alternating smacks, each one, in the 'same dam spot' in the center of each cheek, as he moaned, and his breathing grew shallower, he was gasping... and he finally let loose with sobs, muffled at first, then louder, and tears were flowing down his eyes when the alarm buzzed, and she stopped.
She put down the hair brush, and let him sob, while rubbing one hand through his hair, the other hand around his buttocks.
His sniffling stopped. The room grew quiet. In her hand appeared the long handled bath brush.
She set the timer, once again, and began smacking his lower buttcheeks, one smack to each one, back and forth, producing more tears from him within 10 smacks, and he was crying loudly when the alarm buzzed, and she stopped.
She waited for the sobbing..then sniffling, to stop, and said, "Get up, and go, get on the day bed."
He stood up, and went into an adjacent room, the den, and laid himself down, face down prone, alone the length of a long ottoman.
And he looked up, at the wall, from which hung a leather double-tailed strap, a butcher's strap, a split-finger tawse, and a nine-tailed martinet, and he wondered which he would receive, this time.
After a few minutes, she came into the room, went to the wall, and took down the butcher's strap.
She stood back, to his left side, and said, "Count them out."
She swung, SPLAAAT...."Ohhhh...one..."
She continued from that side, landing ten smacks, and he was choking as he called, "TEN!"
She walked around to the other side, and said, "Count 'em."
Ten swats of the strap, and he was sobbing as he counted.
She stopped, and hung the strap back up on the wall, then picked up a kitchen timer and set it.
"You may compose yourself until this alarm goes off, then come into the living room, and take the position over the chair. Don't let me catch you doing any rubbing."
And she left the room.
The alarm charmed.
He got up, off the bed, and walked into the living room, and up to the back of the chair. From there, he could see hanging on the wall, a long bamboo paddle, a wooden Spencer paddle, a Lexan paddle. He bent over the back of the chair, with his hands flat on the seat.
After a few minutes, she went to the wall, and took down the Spencer paddle, then stood behind him to his left. She tapped his buttocks lightly with the paddle and said, "Count!"
He groaned with each hard WHAP and counted. After 10, she paused to switch sides, and hands.
The WHAPS landed harder than before, and he was sobbing as he counted up to ten.
"In the corner, there, hands on your head, while I decide whether or not to apply cane strokes."
He went to the corner, and stood.
She went, to sit down with Jane.
Jane asked quietly,"You're deciding whether or not...?"
"It's part of this role play. All I'm going to do is flip a coin. Meanwhile he is left there wondering if he's going to get it or not."
Sunday, June 29, 2014
6.29 More fantasy....part I "When Harry met Sally"
They met in an internet chat room.
They started chatting, sharing their fantasies, and figured out how close together they live, in real life.
They met, for coffee, that led into lunch, then an early dinner, before going their separate ways.
In follow-up chats, she suggested he come over to her house for a quiet dinner.
He readily agreed.
On the appointed evening, he arrived, parked, and walked up the sidewalk to the front door of her house, and he knocked on the door.
She opened the door, wearing a black skin-tight stretch lace dress... mini-dress, really, as short as it was, with modesty black-outs in the appropriate areas, yet the dress was tight enough to make it obvious, there was nothing underneath it, other than the tops of black stay-up stockings, not quite concealed by the bottom hem of the dress.
She invited him in. He entered.
She closed the door, and said, "Stop, and get undressed."
He looked at her in some surprise. "...and put your clothes in that basket."
He stripped down to black bikini briefs and black socks, and paused, looking at her.
She frowned at him, and said, "Keep going..."
He took a deep breath, and peeled off his briefs and socks, and stood, naked.
She barely glanced at his nakedness, although the slightest of smiles appeared on her face, as she said, "Time for a shower. I'm sure you took one before coming over, doesn't matter. Come on."
She led, he followed her, to the bathroom. She showed him how to turn the water on, and said, "Clean towel here. Don't be long, no need to make a major production of it. When you're done and dry, come out to the living room where you'll see me standing."
She stepped out of the room, and he stepped into the shower, got wet, found body soap to use, lathered up, then rinsed off, turned off the water, and stepped out, grabbed the towel, and rubbed himself dry.
He walked out of the bathroom, and into the living room, on up to where she stood, leaning against the back of the couch.
He approached her, and she reached out and up, and with her left hand at the back of his neck, and her right hand at the small of his back, urged him into bending over the back of the couch.
"Hands flat on the cushions," she said.
He put 'em there, and saw to his left, a small wood paddle, with holes drilled in it, throughout the largest surface.
She picked up the paddle, stood at his left side, wrapped her left arm around his waist, and began whacking his buttocks with the paddle, hitting alternate cheeks with each whack, and whacking on down to the sit spots and back up again, landing some fifty smacks on each side, as he moaned, and grunted, and danced a bit.
"Don't move..." she said, as she walked around to the front of the couch, kicked off her shoes, stepped up onto the couch, and moved her crotch in, close to his face, and pulled up her skirt, exposing the bare flesh above the stocking tops, and clean-shaven mound. She spread her legs some, and crouched, then put her hands to the back of his head, and pulled his head, his mouth in, close to her open lips, and he began licking, like a thirsty dog on a hot day, pushing his tongue in, and out, darting like a hummingbird, dabbing at the bud of her clitoris, as she moaned aloud.
She uttered one long, loud OHHHHHHHHHh and carefully stepped back and off the couch. She stood with her eyes closed, catching her breath, coyly put the hem of her dress down, and said, "Okay...so, follow me to the kitchen."
In the kitchen, she checked on the pork ribs in the oven, and the rice in one pan on the range top, the mixed vegetables in another pan, the garlic bread in the toaster oven, while telling him to get plates and silverware out of the cupboards and put them on the table.
She produced a bottle of red wine, and handed it to him to open, which he did, while she found wine glasses, to put on the table.
As they became ready, she started putting the items into serving dishes, and he put them on the table, until everything was set.
"Come on," she said, and she led him to the chair at which he would be sitting. "Bend over the back, hands on the chair."
He did, and she used the same paddle to apply another fifty smacks to each buttock.
She stopped, and said, "Okay, sit down," and she went to her chair and sat down.
They helped themselves to food and wine, and once settled, she asked, "So...enjoying yourself so far?"
He blushed, and wiggled, and said carefully, "Immensely."
"Good...so am I. So, how did you become a spanko?"
That question created enough conversation to take them all the way through dinner.
Together, they cleared the table, and filled up the dishwasher, and activated it.
She said to him, with a grin starting on her face, "So, join me on the couch, the sitting side of it."
They went to the couch and sat closely together, with him on her right side.
She leaned in with her face to his, and kissed him on the mouth.
While doing so, her left hand went to his crotch, stroking his penis, bringing it to nearly immediate attention.
She broke the long kiss, and he leaned back, with eyes closed, gasping for breath.
"Oh OHHHH ohhh ohhhh ohhh...."
She went down with her head, and her mouth went onto his penis, and sucked it all in, and she bobbed in and out on it, while her left hand stroked his balls, and pushed on his taint...
And he moaned, "I'm soooo close... do you want me to........."
"Mmm hmmm," she said, her mouth still on his penis.
He groaned loud, and started shuddering, and his ejaculation started, into her mouth, and she continued sucking as his penis spurt.
He groaned softly once he was spent, and she stopped, and sat up, wiping her lips with the back of her forearm and wrist.
She reached under a couch cushion and pulled out a bamboo-handle hair brush, and held it in her right hand.
She patted her lap with her left hand, and said, "Get down here."
His mouth opened, as if to protest, then it closed, and he bent over, extending his torso over her lap, such that his head was on the couch on her left side, his legs were extended out on her right side.
She started with slow, hard, deliberate slaps of the hair brush to his buttocks, alternating cheeks, twenty on each, as he moaned and grunted, then she switched to fast slaps, two on one cheek, two on the other, forty slaps on each side, and stopped to catch her breath, while he panted and moaned softly, and then she said softly but firmly, "Now then...." and she began slowly landing HARD smacks of the brush to alternating cheeks, sit spots, and upper thighs, and he began sobbing, softly at first, then louder, while sniffling, "Oh pleease...ohh owchhhh please...oh...oh...."
A..n..d she stopped.
He sobbed, a few minutes more, while her right hand roamed the mass of reddened flesh that was his bottom.
"Stand up...in front of me," she said quietly.
Slowly, he did. His crotch was level with her face, and she sucked his limp penis into her mouth, licking it gently while still inside.
Some blood flow was evidently coming to the organ.
She pulled her mouth away, and said, "Waddya say, we go in the bedroom, and you lick my pussy until this thing is ready to fuck me?"
"Uhhhh YEAH."
She stood up, and led him into the bedroom, and pulled her dress up and over her head and off, as she walked. Wearing only black stay-ups, she flopped on the bed, on her back, and spread her legs, and nodded at him with a come-hither.
He got on the bed, kneeling between her spread legs, and mouth went to her crotch, and he licked her innermost thighs, onto the labia major, the labia minor, and closer to the clitoris, and directly on the clitoris, as she shuddered and moaned, and gasped aloud, "PLeeeeease tell me you're ready...."
"Mmm...' he said, moving up, and onto her, weight on knees and elbows and hands, and she reached down to guide his hard penis into her wet cunt, and with a single thrust, it was all the way in, and she groaned again.
He pulled out, and pushed in, out and in, as she gasped, "Oh oh ohhh oh... so wet ... so hard....oh OHHH pleeeeese... go deep...oh....fuck me hard, so hard...OHHHH.... gaaaaahhh... "
He stopped, and held her still, just to look into her eyes for a moment, and look at her smile... and, remembering what she said earlier, on the couch, he said, "Now then..." and he began thrusting, and withdrawing, long hard strokes, increasing speed, as she moaned, louder, until he started moaning, and shaking, and then stopped, just holding onto her tightly, as he felt his own orgasm and the contractions of his penis, spurting within her.
And he caught his breath, and asked, "Shall I continue...?"
She smiled broadly, and said, "Nooooo, I'm good, really...."
He rolled off of her, and stayed on his right side, up against her as she lay flat.
"MMM...how's your bottom?"
"Hurts."
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
"A very good thing."
"Mmm... there's peanut butter-and-chocolate pie in the refrigerator.
And quite a few paddles and straps in my toy box that I'd love to use. How about coffee and pie, and then.... "
"Yeahhhhhhh...."
"Don't move..." she said, as she walked around to the front of the couch, kicked off her shoes, stepped up onto the couch, and moved her crotch in, close to his face, and pulled up her skirt, exposing the bare flesh above the stocking tops, and clean-shaven mound. She spread her legs some, and crouched, then put her hands to the back of his head, and pulled his head, his mouth in, close to her open lips, and he began licking, like a thirsty dog on a hot day, pushing his tongue in, and out, darting like a hummingbird, dabbing at the bud of her clitoris, as she moaned aloud.
She uttered one long, loud OHHHHHHHHHh and carefully stepped back and off the couch. She stood with her eyes closed, catching her breath, coyly put the hem of her dress down, and said, "Okay...so, follow me to the kitchen."
In the kitchen, she checked on the pork ribs in the oven, and the rice in one pan on the range top, the mixed vegetables in another pan, the garlic bread in the toaster oven, while telling him to get plates and silverware out of the cupboards and put them on the table.
She produced a bottle of red wine, and handed it to him to open, which he did, while she found wine glasses, to put on the table.
As they became ready, she started putting the items into serving dishes, and he put them on the table, until everything was set.
"Come on," she said, and she led him to the chair at which he would be sitting. "Bend over the back, hands on the chair."
He did, and she used the same paddle to apply another fifty smacks to each buttock.
She stopped, and said, "Okay, sit down," and she went to her chair and sat down.
They helped themselves to food and wine, and once settled, she asked, "So...enjoying yourself so far?"
He blushed, and wiggled, and said carefully, "Immensely."
"Good...so am I. So, how did you become a spanko?"
That question created enough conversation to take them all the way through dinner.
Together, they cleared the table, and filled up the dishwasher, and activated it.
She said to him, with a grin starting on her face, "So, join me on the couch, the sitting side of it."
They went to the couch and sat closely together, with him on her right side.
She leaned in with her face to his, and kissed him on the mouth.
While doing so, her left hand went to his crotch, stroking his penis, bringing it to nearly immediate attention.
She broke the long kiss, and he leaned back, with eyes closed, gasping for breath.
"Oh OHHHH ohhh ohhhh ohhh...."
She went down with her head, and her mouth went onto his penis, and sucked it all in, and she bobbed in and out on it, while her left hand stroked his balls, and pushed on his taint...
And he moaned, "I'm soooo close... do you want me to........."
"Mmm hmmm," she said, her mouth still on his penis.
He groaned loud, and started shuddering, and his ejaculation started, into her mouth, and she continued sucking as his penis spurt.
He groaned softly once he was spent, and she stopped, and sat up, wiping her lips with the back of her forearm and wrist.
She reached under a couch cushion and pulled out a bamboo-handle hair brush, and held it in her right hand.
She patted her lap with her left hand, and said, "Get down here."
His mouth opened, as if to protest, then it closed, and he bent over, extending his torso over her lap, such that his head was on the couch on her left side, his legs were extended out on her right side.
She started with slow, hard, deliberate slaps of the hair brush to his buttocks, alternating cheeks, twenty on each, as he moaned and grunted, then she switched to fast slaps, two on one cheek, two on the other, forty slaps on each side, and stopped to catch her breath, while he panted and moaned softly, and then she said softly but firmly, "Now then...." and she began slowly landing HARD smacks of the brush to alternating cheeks, sit spots, and upper thighs, and he began sobbing, softly at first, then louder, while sniffling, "Oh pleease...ohh owchhhh please...oh...oh...."
A..n..d she stopped.
He sobbed, a few minutes more, while her right hand roamed the mass of reddened flesh that was his bottom.
"Stand up...in front of me," she said quietly.
Slowly, he did. His crotch was level with her face, and she sucked his limp penis into her mouth, licking it gently while still inside.
Some blood flow was evidently coming to the organ.
She pulled her mouth away, and said, "Waddya say, we go in the bedroom, and you lick my pussy until this thing is ready to fuck me?"
"Uhhhh YEAH."
She stood up, and led him into the bedroom, and pulled her dress up and over her head and off, as she walked. Wearing only black stay-ups, she flopped on the bed, on her back, and spread her legs, and nodded at him with a come-hither.
He got on the bed, kneeling between her spread legs, and mouth went to her crotch, and he licked her innermost thighs, onto the labia major, the labia minor, and closer to the clitoris, and directly on the clitoris, as she shuddered and moaned, and gasped aloud, "PLeeeeease tell me you're ready...."
"Mmm...' he said, moving up, and onto her, weight on knees and elbows and hands, and she reached down to guide his hard penis into her wet cunt, and with a single thrust, it was all the way in, and she groaned again.
He pulled out, and pushed in, out and in, as she gasped, "Oh oh ohhh oh... so wet ... so hard....oh OHHH pleeeeese... go deep...oh....fuck me hard, so hard...OHHHH.... gaaaaahhh... "
He stopped, and held her still, just to look into her eyes for a moment, and look at her smile... and, remembering what she said earlier, on the couch, he said, "Now then..." and he began thrusting, and withdrawing, long hard strokes, increasing speed, as she moaned, louder, until he started moaning, and shaking, and then stopped, just holding onto her tightly, as he felt his own orgasm and the contractions of his penis, spurting within her.
And he caught his breath, and asked, "Shall I continue...?"
She smiled broadly, and said, "Nooooo, I'm good, really...."
He rolled off of her, and stayed on his right side, up against her as she lay flat.
"MMM...how's your bottom?"
"Hurts."
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
"A very good thing."
"Mmm... there's peanut butter-and-chocolate pie in the refrigerator.
And quite a few paddles and straps in my toy box that I'd love to use. How about coffee and pie, and then.... "
"Yeahhhhhhh...."
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
6.25 A bit of fiction (The Intruder)
She was enjoying a quiet evening at home.
Her housemates were out, the dogs were sleeping, and she was keeping herself busy, sitting at her computer, wearing just panties and a bra, surfing the WWW.
She thought she heard a noise in the kitchen, and thought about getting up to go look, then shrugged and decided against it, then looked up to see, standing a few feet from her, a tall man with a stocking covering his face, holding a long skinny knife in his right hand.
"Hu..hu Who are you...what do you wuh want... please don't hurt me..."
"No one gets hurt," he said in a deep snarl, "If she does as she is told. STAND UP and turn around."
Gasping, almost hyperventilating, she stood up, and turned around, and felt his hands grab her wrists, pull them behind her, and shackle them together with handcuffs.
"Go to the bedroom," he said.
She led the way, and after he picked up the gym bag that he had left in the kitchen, he followed.
"M..my housemates will be home, anytime now," she stammered.
"You'd best hope they don't come home, I don't like to leave behind any living evidence."
"Ohh...please..."
In the bedroom, he stopped her as she stood at the edge of the bed, facing it.
He took a blindfold out of his bag, and put it over her eyes, then took the stocking mask off his own head.
He unlocked the handcuffs, holding her wrists tight, then pulling her arms around in front of her, and cuffing the wrists together again.
He took the blade of his knife to the shoulder straps of her bra, and cut them, left side then right side, then stood, his front to her back, reached around with his left arm to hold the top of chest, and around with his right hand, still holding the knife, to cut the bra, just in between her breasts, and the garment fell away.
Still holding her by his left arm, he put down the knife, and took a moment to gently squeeze each breast in his hand, twiddling the nipples with his fingers, as she moaned loudly and violently shook.
He stopped, chuckling, stepped back, and in one motion, whisked her panties down to her feet.
He reached into his back, and pulled out a wood-handled hair brush.
"Extend your arms in front of you," he said, as he pushed down on her back, bending her at the waist.
He stood at her left side, his right leg next to her left leg. He wrapped his left arm around her waist, and began spanking her buttocks with the back of the hair brush, as she moaned out loud. He continued with hard smacks to the sit spot, and on down to the upper thighs, and she yelped even louder, then the smacks moved up, concentrating on the sit spot, and squarely on the middle of her cheeks.
He stopped, catching his breath, as she quietly sobbed.
He stood up, dropping the hair brush into his bag, and stood directly behind her, and stooped to put his hands at her knees, and pushed them apart, spreading her legs.
He stood up, reached his right hand out, and let his fingers investigate the wetness and warmth of her nether regions, dipping inside the folds, often gently touching the bud of her clitoris, as she moaned softly. His fingers traced their way up her crack, stopping at the rosebud of her anus, and rubbed the ring of her anus several times, hesitating at the entryway, as if not sure whether to plunge on in, or not.
Her body froze at the anticipation of the digital intrusion into her rectum.
He stopped, with a chuckle, then put his whole right forearm between her legs, and his left arm under her chest, and lifted her up, and put her on the bed, and onto her back.
He reached into his bag and pulled out long nylon straps with velcro cuffs at each end
He attached one nylon cuff to her right ankle, then pulled the strap down, attaching it to the foot of the bed frame, then did the same with her left ankle.
Then he got on the bed, and attached cuffs to each of her wrists, and tied them loosely to the the matching corner of the bed frame, then he unlocked the cuffs still on each wrist, and pulled on each strap in turn, until they were taut, and she was laid out like an X on the bed, with wrists and ankles secured to each corner.
Then he knelt on the bed, in between her spread legs, brought his head down to her crotch, stuck out his tongue, and began, gently at first, licking the petals of her vagina, and he began licking faster, with hummingbird-like jabs of his tongue onto her clitoris, as she moaned, and moaned louder, having climax after climax, trying to buck and jump with each one, but could not, and she cried aloud, "Please...PLEASE..OH PLEEEESE..."
He continued licking, concentrating on the clitoris, stabbing at it with his tongue, sucking on it as he might a straw...
As she moaned.. and tried to jerk away....
And she cried out, OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHhooooohhhhhhh..." and then, she simply passed out.
Sometime later, she woke up, sitting in the chair in front of her computer, wearing the same panties. She shook her head, groggily, thinking... "Was it a dream?"
Then she thought, "Wasn't I wearing a bra?" and she got up, and went to the bedroom to look for it, unsuccessfully.
Puzzled, she returned to the computer desk.
Her partner-in-crime came home, and exchanged notes about their respective evenings, although she decided to not mention anything about the 'dream', and they went to the bedroom.
She got into bed, and settled in.
He was about to get into bed, picked up his pillow to fluff it, then said with some surprise, "What happened to this?"
She turned over, to see that he was holding her bra, with the cups cut apart, and shoulder straps cut.
Her mouth fell open, but no words came out.
Her housemates were out, the dogs were sleeping, and she was keeping herself busy, sitting at her computer, wearing just panties and a bra, surfing the WWW.
She thought she heard a noise in the kitchen, and thought about getting up to go look, then shrugged and decided against it, then looked up to see, standing a few feet from her, a tall man with a stocking covering his face, holding a long skinny knife in his right hand.
"Hu..hu Who are you...what do you wuh want... please don't hurt me..."
"No one gets hurt," he said in a deep snarl, "If she does as she is told. STAND UP and turn around."
Gasping, almost hyperventilating, she stood up, and turned around, and felt his hands grab her wrists, pull them behind her, and shackle them together with handcuffs.
"Go to the bedroom," he said.
She led the way, and after he picked up the gym bag that he had left in the kitchen, he followed.
"M..my housemates will be home, anytime now," she stammered.
"You'd best hope they don't come home, I don't like to leave behind any living evidence."
"Ohh...please..."
In the bedroom, he stopped her as she stood at the edge of the bed, facing it.
He took a blindfold out of his bag, and put it over her eyes, then took the stocking mask off his own head.
He unlocked the handcuffs, holding her wrists tight, then pulling her arms around in front of her, and cuffing the wrists together again.
He took the blade of his knife to the shoulder straps of her bra, and cut them, left side then right side, then stood, his front to her back, reached around with his left arm to hold the top of chest, and around with his right hand, still holding the knife, to cut the bra, just in between her breasts, and the garment fell away.
Still holding her by his left arm, he put down the knife, and took a moment to gently squeeze each breast in his hand, twiddling the nipples with his fingers, as she moaned loudly and violently shook.
He stopped, chuckling, stepped back, and in one motion, whisked her panties down to her feet.
He reached into his back, and pulled out a wood-handled hair brush.
"Extend your arms in front of you," he said, as he pushed down on her back, bending her at the waist.
He stood at her left side, his right leg next to her left leg. He wrapped his left arm around her waist, and began spanking her buttocks with the back of the hair brush, as she moaned out loud. He continued with hard smacks to the sit spot, and on down to the upper thighs, and she yelped even louder, then the smacks moved up, concentrating on the sit spot, and squarely on the middle of her cheeks.
He stopped, catching his breath, as she quietly sobbed.
He stood up, dropping the hair brush into his bag, and stood directly behind her, and stooped to put his hands at her knees, and pushed them apart, spreading her legs.
He stood up, reached his right hand out, and let his fingers investigate the wetness and warmth of her nether regions, dipping inside the folds, often gently touching the bud of her clitoris, as she moaned softly. His fingers traced their way up her crack, stopping at the rosebud of her anus, and rubbed the ring of her anus several times, hesitating at the entryway, as if not sure whether to plunge on in, or not.
Her body froze at the anticipation of the digital intrusion into her rectum.
He stopped, with a chuckle, then put his whole right forearm between her legs, and his left arm under her chest, and lifted her up, and put her on the bed, and onto her back.
He reached into his bag and pulled out long nylon straps with velcro cuffs at each end
He attached one nylon cuff to her right ankle, then pulled the strap down, attaching it to the foot of the bed frame, then did the same with her left ankle.
Then he got on the bed, and attached cuffs to each of her wrists, and tied them loosely to the the matching corner of the bed frame, then he unlocked the cuffs still on each wrist, and pulled on each strap in turn, until they were taut, and she was laid out like an X on the bed, with wrists and ankles secured to each corner.
Then he knelt on the bed, in between her spread legs, brought his head down to her crotch, stuck out his tongue, and began, gently at first, licking the petals of her vagina, and he began licking faster, with hummingbird-like jabs of his tongue onto her clitoris, as she moaned, and moaned louder, having climax after climax, trying to buck and jump with each one, but could not, and she cried aloud, "Please...PLEASE..OH PLEEEESE..."
He continued licking, concentrating on the clitoris, stabbing at it with his tongue, sucking on it as he might a straw...
As she moaned.. and tried to jerk away....
And she cried out, OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHhooooohhhhhhh..." and then, she simply passed out.
Sometime later, she woke up, sitting in the chair in front of her computer, wearing the same panties. She shook her head, groggily, thinking... "Was it a dream?"
Then she thought, "Wasn't I wearing a bra?" and she got up, and went to the bedroom to look for it, unsuccessfully.
Puzzled, she returned to the computer desk.
Her partner-in-crime came home, and exchanged notes about their respective evenings, although she decided to not mention anything about the 'dream', and they went to the bedroom.
She got into bed, and settled in.
He was about to get into bed, picked up his pillow to fluff it, then said with some surprise, "What happened to this?"
She turned over, to see that he was holding her bra, with the cups cut apart, and shoulder straps cut.
Her mouth fell open, but no words came out.
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