Sara
was lying on Lindsey’s bed reading a book when a half hour later she
heard the front door open and close and Lindsey shout out ‘Hi’. She put
her book down and made her way downstairs.
‘Hey, where have you been?’ Sara asked, then noticing Lindsey’s freshly cut hair ‘Oh, right, doing what your mum told you to do I see?’ she added with just a little sarcasm.
‘Very funny. I just thought I’d get it cut whilst I had the time. Weekends at home always seem so busy’
‘Uh huh’ Sara was unconvinced. ‘Nothing to do with the fact that I had suggested it and you were just being bloody minded then?’ Unable to stop herself Sara allowed her frustrations of the previous weeks and months to surface.
‘Sara? What’s wrong. I just got a haircut how is that an issue?’ Lindsey threw her light jacket over the sofa. ‘I need to go and change this tee-shirt, it’s all itchy with bits of hair, and I hate that. You want to come upstairs with me?’
Sara nodded and they both made their way to Lindsey’s room. Whilst Lindsey changed her clothes, Sara made herself comfortable on the bed. She watched her lover standing in her bra, rummaging through a wardrobe full of shirts that she hadn’t taken with her when she moved out. Lindsey was a little more rounded than when they first met. Her full breasts straining against the silk of her underwear. Sara felt her nipples harden just at the sight of her but this wasn’t the time to be distracted, they needed to talk. Lindsey pulled on an old concert shirt, black with Annie Lennox’s face printed on the rear. She turned and looked at Sara, joining her on the bed.
‘Honey. I’m sorry I know I’ve been difficult to live with recently. I don’t know why I seem to get so mad about little things and I know I take it out on you. I promise you I am going to do better from now. I won’t bitch at you anymore, no more bossiness!’ Lindsey sounded sincere and looked intently at Sara ‘Please give me another chance. Don’t leave me, please. I love you.’
‘Linds, I want to believe you. You have been horrible to me, I was sure that you wanted us to break up’ Sara began
‘Sara no..’ Lindsey interrupted
‘Linds let me finish please. I know now that isn’t what you want and it isn’t what I want either. I have to tell you though that I have had it with you treating me badly’
Sara raised her hand to stop Lindsey’s promises and pleas ‘I know you mean what you say right now. I know you intend to behave better but I think we both know that you won’t be able to keep it up and that your bad behaviour will resurface. So I’ve made a decision. I’ve been talking to your mum,’ Lindsey’s face fell but Sara continued ‘I know that you need some help with your behaviour and that your mum has been doing that for you until now.’ Pausing to let Lindsey absorb what she was saying, ‘Lindsey, I really think it is about time that I took over that role. You belong to me. I love you and if you need something I want to be the one who provides it.’
Uncertain of exactly where this was leading, Lindsey asked ‘What do you mean? Take over what role?’
‘Discipline. If you need it then I am going to provide it for you. If you need a spanking then you will go over my knee. If you need your mouth soaping then it will be me that sends you to the bathroom and makes sure it is done. Whatever it is you need, you will receive it at my hand because,’ taking Lindsey’s face in her hands she looked into her eyes and said softly but very firmly, ‘you are mine.’
Leaning into her she kissed her lips. Deepening the kiss until their tongues found each other and they explored each others mouths. Lindsey groaned and Sara felt herself grow wet. Remembering that they were in the middle of an important conversation, Sara forced herself to pull away. Moving her hands to Lindsey’s shoulders, their heads stayed close together. ‘OK Linds’?
Lindsey was speechless, only partly from the kiss! Her mind raced. Sara will spank me?! As much as a part of her wanted to shout ‘No!’ the rest of her felt relief, fear, excitement, embarrassment in a jumble of competing emotions. Looking into her lovers eyes she saw that Sara was serious. She was offering to take care of her in one of the most intimate ways Lindsey could imagine. Sara knew that this was something she needed and she wasn’t backing away from it. She was embracing it, she was making the decision to be her disciplinarian without any prompting from her. Wondering what her mum had told her she asked, ‘Did my mum put you up to this?’
Sara smiled ‘Let’s just say that your mum explained a lot to me and gave me a little education about the value of a hard spanking’ she rubbed her behind for emphasis.
Lindsey looked shocked ‘Oh my God she didn’t!!’
Sara laughed and nodded. ‘I love your mum but I won’t be pissing her off anytime soon. I am not sure I am going to have her steel hand when it comes to spanking you, but don’t worry I will do my best’ she added evilly.
Infected by Sara’s laughter and the weird turns this weekend was taking Lindsey began to laugh too. They fell backwards on the bed together laughing until the tears fell. ‘I love you Sara’ Lindsey gasped for air. ‘I’m going to do my best so you never have to spank me’ she added looking serious.
‘Oh sweetie that’s so, well so full of shit! I give you a week before I have to throw you over my knee. You know I’m kind of looking forward to it. You better watch yourself, I think I’m going to be pretty good at this.’ With that she rolled Lindsey onto her back, pinning her arms above her head and began to kiss her deeply. Sara’s last thought before she got lost in Lindsey’s body was, yes , I am going to enjoy being on top and looking after my darling girl.
On Monday evening, after taking the girls to the station and saying a tearful goodbye, Sharon was finishing tidying her house in preparation for her visitor. She remembered, with a smile, Lindsey’s face as Sharon had handed Sara ‘the paddle’ on the station platform. ‘Here honey, I think you may be needing this now. Make sure you use it well. Remember if a spanking is warranted’ they had all finished together ‘make it count!’
Now Sharon’s thoughts turned to her monthly standing appointment. At 8pm exactly the doorbell rang. Sharon nervously ran her hands over her black slacks and red sweater and went to open the door. Standing in the evening light was a tall, elegant looking woman wearing a grey skirt suit and a light blue silk blouse. From a distance she could probably pass for her late 30s but closer you could see the fine lines around her eyes and mouth and the light grey streaks highlighting her hair, stating that she was probably nearer 50.
A single word ‘Sharon’ was all she said in greeting. Sharon stepped away from the door and allowed her visitor entrance.
The woman walked into the lounge to find a straight backed chair already placed in the middle of the room. Nodding her approval, she placed the bag she was carrying onto the sofa. Without any words she took off her jacket and opened the bag. Putting her hand into the bag she withdrew a long wooden paddle. She turned to find Sharon standing obediently at the side of the chair. She walked over to her and said sternly ‘I think we have some business to take care of don’t we Miss?’
Sharon visibly swallowed. No matter how often she saw her mistress she always felt nervous before the punishment began. She knew that the next hours would bring pain and redemption and she craved it. Just before her mistress delivered the first swat a thought flew briefly through Sharon’s mind ‘Like mother, like daughter.'
‘Hey, where have you been?’ Sara asked, then noticing Lindsey’s freshly cut hair ‘Oh, right, doing what your mum told you to do I see?’ she added with just a little sarcasm.
‘Very funny. I just thought I’d get it cut whilst I had the time. Weekends at home always seem so busy’
‘Uh huh’ Sara was unconvinced. ‘Nothing to do with the fact that I had suggested it and you were just being bloody minded then?’ Unable to stop herself Sara allowed her frustrations of the previous weeks and months to surface.
‘Sara? What’s wrong. I just got a haircut how is that an issue?’ Lindsey threw her light jacket over the sofa. ‘I need to go and change this tee-shirt, it’s all itchy with bits of hair, and I hate that. You want to come upstairs with me?’
Sara nodded and they both made their way to Lindsey’s room. Whilst Lindsey changed her clothes, Sara made herself comfortable on the bed. She watched her lover standing in her bra, rummaging through a wardrobe full of shirts that she hadn’t taken with her when she moved out. Lindsey was a little more rounded than when they first met. Her full breasts straining against the silk of her underwear. Sara felt her nipples harden just at the sight of her but this wasn’t the time to be distracted, they needed to talk. Lindsey pulled on an old concert shirt, black with Annie Lennox’s face printed on the rear. She turned and looked at Sara, joining her on the bed.
‘Honey. I’m sorry I know I’ve been difficult to live with recently. I don’t know why I seem to get so mad about little things and I know I take it out on you. I promise you I am going to do better from now. I won’t bitch at you anymore, no more bossiness!’ Lindsey sounded sincere and looked intently at Sara ‘Please give me another chance. Don’t leave me, please. I love you.’
‘Linds, I want to believe you. You have been horrible to me, I was sure that you wanted us to break up’ Sara began
‘Sara no..’ Lindsey interrupted
‘Linds let me finish please. I know now that isn’t what you want and it isn’t what I want either. I have to tell you though that I have had it with you treating me badly’
Sara raised her hand to stop Lindsey’s promises and pleas ‘I know you mean what you say right now. I know you intend to behave better but I think we both know that you won’t be able to keep it up and that your bad behaviour will resurface. So I’ve made a decision. I’ve been talking to your mum,’ Lindsey’s face fell but Sara continued ‘I know that you need some help with your behaviour and that your mum has been doing that for you until now.’ Pausing to let Lindsey absorb what she was saying, ‘Lindsey, I really think it is about time that I took over that role. You belong to me. I love you and if you need something I want to be the one who provides it.’
Uncertain of exactly where this was leading, Lindsey asked ‘What do you mean? Take over what role?’
‘Discipline. If you need it then I am going to provide it for you. If you need a spanking then you will go over my knee. If you need your mouth soaping then it will be me that sends you to the bathroom and makes sure it is done. Whatever it is you need, you will receive it at my hand because,’ taking Lindsey’s face in her hands she looked into her eyes and said softly but very firmly, ‘you are mine.’
Leaning into her she kissed her lips. Deepening the kiss until their tongues found each other and they explored each others mouths. Lindsey groaned and Sara felt herself grow wet. Remembering that they were in the middle of an important conversation, Sara forced herself to pull away. Moving her hands to Lindsey’s shoulders, their heads stayed close together. ‘OK Linds’?
Lindsey was speechless, only partly from the kiss! Her mind raced. Sara will spank me?! As much as a part of her wanted to shout ‘No!’ the rest of her felt relief, fear, excitement, embarrassment in a jumble of competing emotions. Looking into her lovers eyes she saw that Sara was serious. She was offering to take care of her in one of the most intimate ways Lindsey could imagine. Sara knew that this was something she needed and she wasn’t backing away from it. She was embracing it, she was making the decision to be her disciplinarian without any prompting from her. Wondering what her mum had told her she asked, ‘Did my mum put you up to this?’
Sara smiled ‘Let’s just say that your mum explained a lot to me and gave me a little education about the value of a hard spanking’ she rubbed her behind for emphasis.
Lindsey looked shocked ‘Oh my God she didn’t!!’
Sara laughed and nodded. ‘I love your mum but I won’t be pissing her off anytime soon. I am not sure I am going to have her steel hand when it comes to spanking you, but don’t worry I will do my best’ she added evilly.
Infected by Sara’s laughter and the weird turns this weekend was taking Lindsey began to laugh too. They fell backwards on the bed together laughing until the tears fell. ‘I love you Sara’ Lindsey gasped for air. ‘I’m going to do my best so you never have to spank me’ she added looking serious.
‘Oh sweetie that’s so, well so full of shit! I give you a week before I have to throw you over my knee. You know I’m kind of looking forward to it. You better watch yourself, I think I’m going to be pretty good at this.’ With that she rolled Lindsey onto her back, pinning her arms above her head and began to kiss her deeply. Sara’s last thought before she got lost in Lindsey’s body was, yes , I am going to enjoy being on top and looking after my darling girl.
On Monday evening, after taking the girls to the station and saying a tearful goodbye, Sharon was finishing tidying her house in preparation for her visitor. She remembered, with a smile, Lindsey’s face as Sharon had handed Sara ‘the paddle’ on the station platform. ‘Here honey, I think you may be needing this now. Make sure you use it well. Remember if a spanking is warranted’ they had all finished together ‘make it count!’
Now Sharon’s thoughts turned to her monthly standing appointment. At 8pm exactly the doorbell rang. Sharon nervously ran her hands over her black slacks and red sweater and went to open the door. Standing in the evening light was a tall, elegant looking woman wearing a grey skirt suit and a light blue silk blouse. From a distance she could probably pass for her late 30s but closer you could see the fine lines around her eyes and mouth and the light grey streaks highlighting her hair, stating that she was probably nearer 50.
A single word ‘Sharon’ was all she said in greeting. Sharon stepped away from the door and allowed her visitor entrance.
The woman walked into the lounge to find a straight backed chair already placed in the middle of the room. Nodding her approval, she placed the bag she was carrying onto the sofa. Without any words she took off her jacket and opened the bag. Putting her hand into the bag she withdrew a long wooden paddle. She turned to find Sharon standing obediently at the side of the chair. She walked over to her and said sternly ‘I think we have some business to take care of don’t we Miss?’
Sharon visibly swallowed. No matter how often she saw her mistress she always felt nervous before the punishment began. She knew that the next hours would bring pain and redemption and she craved it. Just before her mistress delivered the first swat a thought flew briefly through Sharon’s mind ‘Like mother, like daughter.'
That was an amazing series ! I'm hopin there's more from where that came from
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this series! I can't wait for more! There will be more to come...right? *hands over yummy chocolates hoping it encourages more stories from you* ;-) I hope your week is going well!
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Thanks guys. Maybe one day
ReplyDeleteWow that last part caught me off guard lol loved the story though �� You r making what would have been a extremely boring day very interesting
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