tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76795200031839185312024-02-19T23:25:05.653-08:00Home At LastArchive of Hal's stories.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger25125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520003183918531.post-66671274110198489832013-03-04T14:54:00.002-08:002013-03-04T14:54:39.041-08:00The Holiday. Final Part<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Diane and Ellen walked back to their room arm in arm. Once inside they both kicked off their shoes and Ellen pulled her tee-shirt from her jeans and threw it onto the chair. Her jeans followed, and then her underwear and she went into the bathroom. Diane shook her head at the mess left by her lover as she hung her shirt in the wardrobe and folded her jeans. She was constantly amazed how she could keep such a tidy home and yet the bedroom was always a tip with her clothes strewn about and books and magazines littering the floor at the side of her bed.<br /><br />As Ellen came out of the bathroom Diane said ‘Hey Girl I think you need to clean up this mess here before you get into bed. I don’t want to live in a dump for the week.’<br /><br />Ellen pulled a face as Diane put on PJs and went into the bathroom. She started to put her jeans in the wardrobe and then decided to check out the implements in the cupboard next to it. She picked up each of the paddles, canes, short whips and slappers and felt the weight and surface of them. She then went on to look at the dildos and butt plugs. She picked up one of the larger dildos and her eyebrows went up. Wow that looks like it would certainly fill you up she smiled to herself. Hearing the bathroom door open she quickly put the dildo back and went to shut the cupboard door.<br /><br />‘What are you up to?’ Diane asked and looking at the mess of clothes still piled on the chair she looked at Ellen questioningly.<br /><br />‘I was just getting to it.’ Ellen rushed to the chair and scooped the clothes up. She quickly folded and hung the garments and jumped into bed as Diane stood watching her.<br /><br />‘Hmm. I’m not sure I’m too happy with you. I tell you to do something and instead of getting to it you play around with whatever it was you were playing with, ignoring my instructions.’<br /><br />‘Di, I did do what you told me, I just was curious about the stuff in the cupboard that’s all. It’s all done now, why don’t you come to bed?’ Ellen hoped her invitation would divert her lover from the road she feared she was going down.<br /><br />Diane walked over to the cupboard and opened the door. ‘Come here Girl’ she instructed Ellen.<br /><br />Full of dread, Ellen pulled herself out of bed and went to stand by Diane. Naked she felt vulnerable stood in front of an array of instruments of correction.<br /><br />‘Show me what was so fascinating that you disobeyed me.’ Diane said firmly.<br /><br />‘I. I was just looking at all the things. Nothing in particular.’ Ellen said nervously.<br /><br />Diane leaned closer to her and taking the hair at the back of her neck in her fist she spoke quietly into her ear ‘Don’t lie to me Girl. Something in here caught your attention and I want to know what it was. Now.’<br /><br />Ellen stepped closer, Diane still holding her hair. She reached forward and picked up the dildo which she had been handling.<br /><br />Diane released her and took the dildo from her, a smile spreading across her face. She looked at Ellen and saw the nervous expectation in her face. Saw her eyes heavy with desire. ‘I see. Well I think some punishment is in order Girl. Playing with dildos instead of getting on with your chores.’<br /><br />Ellen felt her pulse quicken and her juices flow. When Diane spoke to her like this she could almost climax just from the tone of her voice.<br /><br />‘Let’s see what else is in here.’ Diane began to lift and test the various implements. She chose a small wooden hairbrush paddle. ‘This should do nicely’ She walked to one of the two straight backed chairs placed adjacent to the main window. She pulled it closer to the centre of the room and beckoned Ellen to her side. ‘Now Girl I am going to warm your bottom a little as a reminder that when I tell you to do something you do it without question or delay.’<br /><br />Ellen squirmed at Diane’s side ‘Please ma’am I won’t do it again. Please don’t spank me.’<br /><br />‘No more talking or I’ll get something much nastier than this paddle to tend to you with. Now over my knee.’<br /><br />Without any further argument Ellen placed herself over Diane’s knee. Diane pulled her further over until Ellen’s feet were completely clear of the floor and she had placed her hands on the floor in front of her to support her upper body. Her breasts flattened by Diane’s lap and her bottom pointing high into the air.<br /><br />Diane began to swat her Girl’s bottom with the small wooden paddle. Quick, hard swats that had Ellen gasping within several licks. Her bottom began to redden quickly. Diane began to scold her ‘You will do as you are told; exactly as you are told and when you are told and if you don’t I will punish you. No matter how many times it takes Girl. Do you understand?’ She berated as she continued to paddle her.<br /><br />‘Yes ma’am I understand. I will do as I am told or be punished.’ Ellen began to wriggle as her bottom started to heat up. She knew that this wasn’t a serious spanking. Diane was reminding her but not really punishing her. The pain was uncomfortable but Ellen also found herself becoming very wet. She began to move her hips in rhythm to the spanks. Pushing herself into Diane’s lap.<br /><br />Diane knew the effect she was having on Ellen. She wanted to pleasure her wife but also wanted to make sure that she delivered an effective reminder of who was in charge. She aimed the next few swats to the tops of Ellen’s thighs, something she knew she hated. Ellen cried out and jerked as the paddle landed several times on the sensitive skin. After dozen more hard swats to her bottom, Diane stopped the spanking. She pulled Ellen to a standing position. ‘Now do we understand each other Girl? Just because we are on holiday I won’t be letting standards or behaviour slip.’<br /><br />Rubbing her bottom Ellen replied ‘Yes ma’am.’<br /><br />‘Good. Now go over to the bed and lie down and wait for me.’<br /><br />Ellen did as she was told while Diane once again went into the bathroom. Lying on the cool sheet Ellen began to take pleasure in the heat from her bottom. She felt herself harden and wanted to touch herself. She put her hands above her head and grasped the headboard. She heard the bathroom door open. She opened her eyes to see Diane standing naked wearing only a harness and the dildo that Ellen had been fondling earlier. Ellen drew in a sharp breath and looked at Diane who smiled down at her. Ellen held out her arms and Diane came to her.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520003183918531.post-53124698168997047822013-02-26T03:20:00.001-08:002013-02-26T03:20:35.328-08:00The Holiday. Part 11<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Ellen and Diane were the first to arrive in the lounge for pre-dinner drinks. Ellen chose an orange juice whilst Diane tried one of the malt whiskeys. A fire had been started in the grate and it lit the room with a relaxing subdued light. They settled in one of the couches and were soon joined by Sandy and Cheryl. Whilst Sandy got them both a drink, Cheryl made herself comfortable in the couch opposite the other couple.<br /><br />‘I can’t believe we are all here together.’ said Cheryl ‘Usually at this time in the evening I’d be logging on to the forum to chat to you guys. I bet it will be really quiet on there this week!’<br /><br />Diane took a sip of her malt and made a contented sigh. ‘Yes. It really is a bit of a dream come true for Sarah and Charlotte and a fantastic holiday venue for us all. We come to the Lakes a lot and often stay in lesbian run guest houses but we’ve never come across anywhere we could truly be ourselves. And to meet you all face to face is fantastic!’<br /><br />Sandy handed Cheryl her glass of white wine and seated herself next to her. ‘Yes it’s a bit hard to believe after all of this time. We didn’t even know each others real names and yet we confided so much and shared so much of our lives. You all felt more real to me than people I saw everyday.’<br /><br />‘At least you all knew you were going to meet each other. Cindy didn’t tell me! She let me think I’d be getting a week free of discipline in a vanilla hotel. She hates anyone hearing her beat my bum!’ Louise said as she entered the room.<br /><br />Cindy followed closely behind her and landed a hard swat on her jean clad bottom ‘Yeah and here I really don’t care who hears so watch your step madam.’ Louise threw her an innocent glance ‘I always do it’s just that your standards are unreasonably high’<br /><br />The others laughed at their antics. ‘Come sit here out of trouble.’ Ellen motioned to Louise. She agreed and flopped down next to Ellen, squeezing her knee in greeting and smiling at her. ‘Hey hands off my woman, gorgeous’ Diane frowned at her and then smiled.<br /><br />Cindy brought drinks over and sat on the arm of the sofa next to Louise. They sat in a companionable silence looking at the crackling fire and sipping their drinks.<br /><br />They were soon joined by Megan and Sophie. Like the others, they were casually dressed in jeans and shirts. ‘Evening ladies’ Sophie said as she smiled cheekily around the room. ‘Can I get anything for anyone?’<br /><br />Megan rolled her eyes at her lover’s deliberate flirtation. She was well used to Sophie’s inability not to flirt as soon as she was around other women. It would have been a problem if they hadn’t been together for so long . Megan knew it was just her way, Sophie would freak if someone she flirted with really came on to her.<br /><br />‘White wine and for you to behave yourself would be good.’ Meg responded. With barely a blush Sophie blew her a kiss and said ‘Yes ma’am’.<br /><br />‘I get the sense that one or two of the Bottoms round here are feeling a bit mischievous tonight?’ Diane enquired.<br /><br />‘It would be easier to say when Sophie wasn’t feeling mischievous!’ Meg complained only half seriously. She loved her partner’s playful nature. It was one of the things that first drew her to her and it was something that got them through tough times. When it got too much Megan was very able to deal with her and Sophie knew where the line was even though she sometimes chose to cross it and get herself into trouble.<br /><br />‘Yes I could say that about Lou’ too.’ said Cindy ‘Except when she is at work of course. Then she has the reputation of being the tyrant from hell.’<br /><br />‘That’s what keeps them on their toes’ replied Louise ‘God, if they knew how I was under your thumb at home they’d love it!’<br /><br />‘Well I’m sure they’d pay to see you get your ass whipped then’ chimed in Ellen.<br /><br />They were all laughing as Sarah and Charlotte came into the room. ‘How are you guys all doing? Ready to eat?’ Sarah asked.<br /><br />Looking around the room, Charlie enquired ‘Where are Cassie and Julia?’<br /><br />‘Erm, I think they have been a bit busy.’ Cindy said.<br /><br />‘<br /><br />‘Er just a little, sorry, we weren’t deliberately listening’<br /><br />‘No I know. I was making kind of a lot of noise.’ Cassie said ‘Sorry about that. It probably won’t be the last time this week if I know Jules.’<br /><br />Julia put her arm around her and kissed her cheek ‘Aw poor baby.’<br /><br />‘Don’t worry Cass. You won’t be on your own. I’m sure there will be more than one of us ends up getting spanked this week. Not that these Tops will be trying to out do one another or anything!’ Sandy called out.<br /><br />‘You might be the next in line if you keep up those comments cheeky’ Cheryl warned her lover.<br /><br />Sarah interceded in the banter and pointed out that dinner was ready. The group all stood up and followed each other into the dining room.<br /><br />There were comments of appreciation as they saw the effort that had been put into making the room special. Candles, flowers, crisp white table linen, crystal glasses and shining silver. The tables had been put together to make one long dinning area. The group all gathered round and debated about where to sit. It was decided that the couples would split up and everyone would mingle and get a chance to chat and get better acquainted in this new ‘real life’ situation.<br /><br />Sarah and Charlotte served their guests filling wine glasses and taking food orders. There was a buzz of conversation that lasted throughout the whole meal. The food was excellent and several bottles of wine were consumed.<br /><br />‘OK everyone I hope you enjoyed your meal. If you are all up for it, we thought we could go through to the lounge for coffee or a brandy and we can have a chat through some of the activities we thought you might like to take part in this week.’ Charlotte announced. There were nods of the head all round ‘But before that we thought we should introduce you to your chef.’ Indicating the woman stood to her left she introduced Denise. Still dressed in her chef’s whites, her salt and pepper short hair ruffled from the heat of the kitchen. Her slightly stocky 5’6’’ and huge smile.<br /><br />Everyone applauded ‘Nice one Denise’ ‘Great food’ ‘Thanks’ Denise acknowledged the compliments with a smile and a wave of her hand.<br /><br />‘Denise will join us as she will be helping out in other ways through the week as well.’ Charlotte continued.<br /><br />Settling into the lounge, everyone with a drink in hand. Charlotte, Sarah and Denise took seats together at the front of the room so they could all see the group.<br /><br />‘Well first off I’d like to propose a toast. To a great group of friends who are finally together at last’ said Sarah raising her glass.<br /><br />‘And to Charlotte and Sarah and their wonderful home and to its success!’ shouted Megan.<br /><br />The group cheered and everyone raised their glasses.<br /><br />When the noise died down, Charlotte began to explain how they envisaged the week running.<br /><br />‘We didn’t want to be prescriptive and have so many activities you felt like you were on some sort of camp! But we wanted to provide you with enough to do so that this felt like a unique experience and gave us all the opportunity to get to know more about one another and maybe explore issues that we would like to know more about.’<br /><br />Gentle nods and ‘yes’ encouraged Charlotte to continue. ‘So we thought that each morning would be free time after breakfast and then after lunch we would provide some sort of activity that you could choose to join in if you want to. Some of them will be for everyone and some will be group specific for Tops or Bottoms. As well as that you will have access to a holistic therapist who will be available mornings and evenings, there’s a list of treatments available in your rooms. We also have guest passes that you can use to the local pool and gym. We have got loads of information about the local area, walks’ boat trips etc. If there is something specific that you would like to do that we haven’t mentioned, just ask and if we can arrange it for you, we will.’<br /><br />‘That sounds great Cheryl. I’m intrigued to know more about these activities you have planned?’ said Ellen.<br /><br />Charlotte looked to Sarah to take over. ‘Well we really put a lot of thought into this. Some of you had already given us ideas when you knew we were setting up the guest house but we also went over old posts on the forum to look for themes and issues that we could tackle as a group. We want you to have fun but we also know that we we can go through tough times practicing DD and this seems an ideal opportunity to give each other some support in a group setting. So we’ve tried our best to make it a mix of stuff.’<br /><br />‘We will be having 2 support groups, one for Bottoms and one for Tops. Sarah and I will volunteer to facilitate them unless we have anyone else who’d like to do that. It is also up to you if you just want the groups to be a one off or if you would like to find an hour or so each day to get together.’<br /><br />There were nods around the room and a little chatter amongst the women. ‘I’m not huge on encounter groups’ said Cheryl ‘But even I think that’s a good idea, there are a few things I would like to share with my fellow Tops!’<br /><br />‘Oh Yes? What things would they be?’ Sandy prodded.<br /><br />‘Well if I wanted you to know I’d tell you. Now stop being nosey and interrupting.’<br /><br />Sandy pouted and turned her attention back to Charlotte.<br /><br />‘Then as we all have different experience levels in DD we thought that maybe some of the more experienced of us could share ideas and techniques. There are some Tops who use certain implements and others who don’t so the merits and techniques etc that are associated with them could be shared. We also thought that discussions about how DD is administered, how it works in our homes, problems we have encountered and practical solutions.’<br /><br />‘That sounds interesting. Are any of our Bottoms going to volunteer to be demonstrated on then?’ Diane asked with an evil grin.<br /><br />There was nervous laughter from the Bottoms. ‘Well actually my wife has volunteered and I thought I could share some of my experience with you.’ said Denise. ‘We have been practicing DD for 20 years and so have a lot of tales to tell if you are interested?’<br /><br />‘Wow. 20 years and she is STILL getting spanked?’ groaned Cassie ‘Oh man is there no hope that I will ever be off the hook?’ She threw her head dramatically back against the sofa and closed her eyes moaning.<br /><br />‘Oh you love it admit it’ said Louise ‘There’s nothing sexier that your wife telling you to drop em and bend over’ she continued throwing a cushion over at Cassie.<br /><br />Julia laughed ‘She’ll probably agree tomorrow when the fire in her ass has cooled a little.’<br /><br />The banter continued for another hour or so before Megan announced that she was beat and needed to go to bed. There were nods of agreement from some and the room began to empty.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520003183918531.post-87575887193205988702013-02-25T08:49:00.001-08:002013-02-25T08:49:50.163-08:00The Holiday. Part 10<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">‘Sounds like someone is getting it next door.’ Louise commented as the sounds of a thrashing could be clearly heard through the wall.<br /><br />‘Hmm?’ Cindy asked as she came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her and tucked in just above her breasts and another wrapped round her damp hair.<br /><br />Louise indicated the noise from the next room with an inclination of her head. Just at that moment someone cried out. Cindy winced at the sound ‘Ow, that doesn’t sound like fun. Who is it do you know?’<br /><br />‘I think it was Cassie and Julia in that room wasn’t it? If so that is Julia wacking hell out of her lover’s behind. She did mention something downstairs when we arrived about a tantrum on the plane or something.’<br /><br />‘Ah well then, Cassie is getting her due’ smiled Cindy.<br /><br />‘This place is really lovely. They have really paid attention to detail. It is so comfortable. I could quite happily stay indoors for the week. I bet that real fireplace in the lounge is great for cosy nights in.’ Louise dreamed. 'I am so tired tonight. It will be good to get some fresh air tomorrow though. I wonder what everyone else has in mind. Do you think we might go out as a group?’<br /><br />‘I don’t know. I got the impression that Sarah and Charlie have some activities planned. I guess we will find out tonight at dinner.’ She continued as she took off her towel and searched her case for fresh underwear. ‘It is amazing to see everyone here. It felt so natural being together this afternoon. I’m looking forward to the chance to just be ourselves with people like us.’<br /><br />'I can't believe that you didn't tell me what this place was going to be like or who would be here!' moaned Louise<br /><br />'Yeah. I bet you thought you would have a whole week without getting your little bottom tanned didn't you?' Cindy raised her eyebrows meaningfully<br /><br />'Well.....maybe.'<br /><br />They smiled at one another. 'Sorry to disappoint you missy, I will be whipping your behind at every opportunity this week to keep you in line, you are so naughty after all.' Finding what she was looking for, Cindy began to carefully put the rest of her clothes in the drawers and on hangers in the wardrobe.<br /><br />Louise laughed ‘You are such a neat freak. Look you’ve colour coordinated everything!’<br /><br />Cindy stuck her tongue out at her partner. ‘I like to be organised as you know. I didn’t want to get half way through the week and find I didn’t have socks that matched my pants or something.’<br /><br />Louise looked at her in horror ‘No imagine the tragedy that would be. Socks that didn’t match.’ Cindy grabbed for her love and swung her onto the bed with her, both laughing.<br /><br />‘God I love you, you completely anal retentive, obsessive, gorgeous woman you.’ Louise chuckled as Cindy pinned her down by straddling her and holding each wrist down. Looking down into her face Cindy said quietly but seriously ‘I love you too.’</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520003183918531.post-85475654427717655832013-02-22T12:04:00.001-08:002013-02-22T12:06:44.060-08:00The Holiday. Part 9<br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Charlotte and Sarah spent the next hour or so showing the guests to their rooms and discussing the events planned for the week. They then left them all to settle in with promises to catch up more over dinner.<br /><br />Cassie and Julia both fell onto their king-size, four-poster bed, exhausted from the journey and from the excitement of meeting all of their friends. Leaning up on her elbows, Cassie surveyed the room. The thick carpet and drapes gave it a luxurious feel. The furniture was of excellent quality and everywhere smelled fresh and new.<br /><br />‘Wow, this place is awesome. Gorgeous. Nice bed too. Wanna give it a whirl.’ She smiled cheekily at her lover.<br /><br />Julia shook her head, frowning at the younger woman. ‘You young lady don’t deserve anything other than a long session over my knee with a hairbrush!’<br /><br />Cassie pouted ‘Why? What did I do?’ hoping that she had forgotten the little tantrum she had thrown on the plane when Julia had refused to allow her to drink alcohol. Julia wasn’t being unreasonable as Cassie had a tendency to get very airsick and had taken medication to help which wouldn’t mix well with alcohol. However, in one of her petulant moods Cassie had decided to test Julia’s resolve. It had nearly ended with her getting a spanking right there on the plane but at the last moment Cassie had come to her senses and backed off. Julia though was obviously still unhappy with her.<br /><br />Julia looked at her and raised her eyebrows. ‘You don’t actually think I was going to let that behaviour pass do you? After the warning I gave you before we left home too? If you are out to try and test my ability to punish you, you are going to find that I pass the test every time.’<br /><br />Cassie and Julia had been together as a couple for only 10 months. They had met on the forum and become very friendly. At the time though there had been hundreds of miles between them. Julia was teaching in New York whilst Cassie was living just outside of Washington DC. When Cassie decided to go to graduate school in New York the two had met up and quickly became lovers.<br /><br />Julia was a decade her senior, a gap which usually they didn’t notice but occasionally when Cassie’s behaviour deteriorated she had no problem asserting her dominance over her young lover and punishing her when it was necessary.<br /><br />‘Aw Jules come on. We’re on holiday and I told you I was sorry. I was just wanting to relax on the plane and I didn’t think one drink would hurt. Can’t you let it go?’<br /><br />‘Cassie it wasn’t the wanting the drink so much as the way you spoke to me. Holiday or not, that is not acceptable. You set out on the wrong foot on this trip and I am going to make sure that we end that right now and go on and enjoy the rest of our time away. Your behaviour has been going down hill the last few weeks and I blame myself for not having given you the tanning you needed then. So let’s get it over with now and then we can go down to dinner and you can start fresh.’<br /><br />‘Jules, it’s not fair! I’m on holiday! I don’t want to get spanked now.’ Cassie stomped off the bed and threw her shoes into the corner.<br /><br />Julia sat upright and folded her arms, narrowing her eyes she looked at Cassie and spoke softly ‘Cassie Marie Johnson. You get those jeans off, panties down and get your nose in the corner, hands on your head, right this second. Don’t you dare say another word or I swear to you I’ll make sure you don’t sit down for the rest of the holiday.’<br /><br />Julia’s tone brought Cassie up short. She looked at her lover and swallowed. She went to reply but quickly thought better of it. She took off her jeans and walked to the corner. A window stood alongside her and she could clearly be seen by anyone in the garden. She looked at the window nervously and over to Julia.<br /><br />‘I don’t think anyone out there will be surprised to see a naughty girl in the corner. However, I’m not sure I want your ass on display. Not until it’s a nice crimson colour anyway.’ Julia walked over and pulled the curtains over the window, She looked meaningfully at Cassie who quickly turned and put her nose into the corner, pulling her panties around her knees as she turned placing her hands on her head.<br /><br />Julia went over to her suitcase and began to unpack her things.<br /><br />Twenty minutes later she had hung her clothes and taken a quick shower. Wearing one of the white gowns provided she walked back into the bedroom towelling her hair. She watched Cassie standing in the corner. She knew how much she hated corner time. By nature she found it difficult to sit or stand still so corner time was difficult for her. She had earned several extra punishments over the last few months for fidgeting in the corner. This evening though she was doing pretty well keeping her nose firmly against the wall.<br /><br />Cassie walked to the cupboard that Charlotte had pointed out when she showed them to their room. She opened the door and perused the implements and toys hanging there. Charlotte had explained that all of the objects were for guests use. For hygiene reasons the more intimate items, once used, were to be kept by the guest and they would be billed at the end of the week.<br /><br />Cassie lifted out a leather paddle and tested it against her hand. She admired the workmanship and weight of the smooth brown paddle. She had a wooden paddle at home that she used for serious punishment but she didn’t own one of these. ‘Hmm maybe I might have to get one of these.’ She thought to herself. She placed the paddle on the bed and looked again. She chose a tawse that was made out of a thick piece of rubber. Placing that on the bed she walked to where Cassie stood. Standing right behind her she spoke into her ear. ‘Are you ready?’<br /><br />Cassie, nervous as always before a punishment squeaked ‘Yes Julia. I’m really sorry. I won’t do it again.’<br /><br />‘Yes. Funny how you are always sorry right before I blister your behind. Put your hands down and step out of those panties, you won’t be needing them.’ As she did as she was told, Julia reached over and grabbed her by the ear and lead her to the bed. Sitting herself on the edge of the bed she continued to pull Cassie forward by her ear until she was upturned over her knee. Putting her left hand round Cassie’s waist she pulled her close. She placed her right hand on Cassie’s bottom rubbing it gently, admiring the smooth skin and tight muscles. Shaking her head at the familiar position she brought her hand up high above her shoulder and landed a loud and painful spank on Cassie’s behind. Making no noise but sucking in a quick breath and screwing her eyes tight, Cassie waited for the next one. It came a second or two later, even harder than the first if that was possible.<br /><br />Julia continued spanking her with her hand slowly but methodically. Covering each cheek up to her waist and down to her thighs. The colour soon changed from pink to a darker red. When Julia was satisfied that she had covered the whole area and her bottom was nice and warm she stopped. Her hand was beginning to tingle. She remembered the first time she had spanked Cassie, how much her hand had hurt. It had taken a LOT of practice to be able to deliver a long effective hand spanking.<br /><br />Picking up the leather paddle lying next to her on the bed, Julia lay it across Cassie’s rear and judged where she wanted the first swat to land. Picking the vulnerable spot where bottom met thigh, she lifted it above her shoulder and brought it down with an almighty thwack. Cassie couldn’t keep quiet now. She shouted out with each stroke of the thick paddle as Julia thoroughly and effectively gave her the spanking she had earned.<br /><br />Eventually Julia stopped and told Cassie to stand up. The young woman looking more like a naughty schoolgirl stood and started hoping around rubbing her sore backside. As she rubbed she kept up a narrative ‘Oww Jules that hurt I’m sorreeeee’<br /><br />Seeming not to notice Cassie’s predicament, Julia turned and picked up the rubber tawse. ‘Cass come and bend over the bed here please, we are not done yet.’<br /><br />Wide eyed, Cassie started to whine ‘Noooo. Jules! Please ma’am, I’ve had enough.’<br /><br />Julia simply stood and looked at her, crossing her arms again. Noticing her stance, Cassie realised that she was getting herself in more trouble. She moved over to the bed and gave Julia the best pleading look she could muster. Ignoring her, Julia pushed her over the bed. Thinking Cassie’s bottom wasn’t in quite the right position she pulled a pillow from the top of the bed. ‘Lift up. I want that bottom in the air!’<br /><br />Cassie lifted her hips without argument. Satisfied with her positioning, Julia swung the tawse and brought it down across both cheeks. The noise was more subdued than she had expected but the noise from Cassie was definitely not. She really shrieked and cried out. Julia saw a large red welt appear immediately. Never having used this implement before Julia hadn’t been sure of exactly how severe it would be. She had figured it would be harsh but was a little shocked at just how much it seemed to hurt. Initially she had been intending to give her 10 or 15 with this but quickly decided to make it 5 as a warning. Cassie was unaware of the calculations or surprise going on in Julia’s head. All that she was aware of was the fire spreading across her already sore buttocks. The next 4 licks were as painful as the first and she had tears in her eyes at the end.<br /><br />‘OK. Take yourself back to the corner and no rubbing please.’ Julia said as she put the implements back into the cupboard. Looking at her lover, Julia was pleased to see that she had put her hands on her head without being told. Always a sign that the punishment had worked and Cassie was accepting her authority.<br /><br />After another 5 minutes, Julia called softly. ‘OK hon. Come over here.’ Julia lay on the bed propped up by the pillows behind her. Cassie turned, her face nearly as red as her throbbing bottom. She looked at Julia, searching her face for permission to go to her. Julia smiled at her and opened her arms. Cassie went straight to her and into her arms. They hugged and kissed. ‘I’m so sorry Jules. I’ll do better I promise.’<br /><br />‘It’s OK my darling. It’s over now. Clean slate, we can enjoy our holiday and have the rest that we both need.’<br /><br />‘OK.’ Cassie said still subdued. Julia looked at her.<br /><br />‘What is it?’ Julia knew that usually after a spanking Cassie would be sore but relieved, loving and happy. Right now she seemed very down. ‘Tell me Cass. What is going on in that head of yours?’<br /><br />‘Nothing, it doesn’t matter. I should unpack and take a shower.’ Cassie went to move but Julia caught her arm and pulled her close.<br /><br />‘Uhuh. Not until you talk to me. Come on before I get the paddle out again.’ Julia smiled trying to tease her into talking.<br /><br />Cassie buried her face into Julia and began to cry. ‘Sweetie! What is it? Did I hurt you?’ Julia suddenly felt panicked maybe the spanking was harder than she had intended after all.<br /><br />Cassie shook her head ‘No. I’m Ok. Well my bottom feels like it is on fire but it usually does when you have punished me.’<br /><br />‘What then?’ Julia looked concerned.<br /><br />‘I just…’ Cassie tried to get words out but felt embarrassed. Trying again she said ‘I have just been scared that you were getting fed up with me and that you were thinking of leaving me.’<br /><br />‘What? How on earth did you get to that?’ Julia looked incredulous. Cassie was the best thing in her life and the only woman she had ever truly loved. Yes they were very different and the age difference had concerned her for a while but now she couldn’t ever see herself without Cassie and she thought she had shown her that, obviously not.<br /><br />‘Well you seem to have been mad at me for a while and the last couple of times you spanked me you didn’t hug me afterwards you just went out and left me. I thought you were getting bored of my behaviour and needing to punish me all the time.’ Cassie confessed miserably.<br /><br />Julia was totally shocked. She thought about what Cassie was saying. Yes she had gone straight out the last couple of times she had had to spank her but that had been because she had classes to teach; things had been really manic as the end of the semester had been drawing to a close. She hadn’t thought how Cassie would have interpreted that.<br /><br />‘Oh baby I can’t believe that is what you have been thinking. I love you, don’t you know that? I’m so sorry you thought anything else. I know I haven’t had a lot of time for you recently because of work but that was why I wanted us to come away, so we could just focus on each other.’<br /><br />‘I thought you were getting tired of me and wanted someone older, someone you didn’t need to take care of, someone who behaved better.’ Her honesty tore at Julia’s heart.<br /><br />‘I will never get tired of being with you. I love you. I don’t want anyone else. I don’t care about your age or mine for that matter. I will take care of you whether you are being an angel or a little minx.’ Julia pulled her close and kissed her deeply. ‘You are mine. Your little butt is mine. I love you even when I’m mad at you. Now do I have to spank that into you or are you listening?’ Julia smiled.<br /><br />Cassie smiled for the first time. Looking shyly at Julia she nuzzled into her, enjoying the closeness and warmth of her. After a few minutes of cuddling, Cassie looked up at Julia with a different kind of smile altogether. Leaning up to her she kissed her neck and up to her jaw. At the same time she slid her hand inside Julia's robe and cupped her breast. All thoughts of the pain in her bottom forgotten she explored her lover’s mouth with her tongue. Pulling away she lifted her own shirt over her head exposing her small firm breasts. Her nipples hard. Julia gasped seeing the desire in Cass’s eyes. She let her open her robe and slip it from her shoulders. Now both naked, Cass lay on top of her. Their breasts meeting. Legs entwined. Cass began to pump her thigh along Julia’s already hard clit. Julia’s hips rising to meet her with each thrust.<br /><br />Cass's lips feasted on Julia's right nipple. She caught the hard nub between her teeth and bit her lightly until Julia cried out. She moved to the left nipple, feasting and reached down with her right hand and found Julia’s wet pussy. Sliding her hand through the velvet she entered her. She could smell her, making her own sex even wetter. Moaning she slid down until her face was between Julia’s thighs. She licked her and tasted her sweet juices, smelling her musky sent even stronger now. She began a rhythmic sucking and licking, thrusting her fingers inside her hot wet pussy lips. Julia had her eyes closed, hands grabbing the back of Cass’s head, pushing her deeper inside, thrusting her hips. As her hips began to jerk even faster Cass tightened her grip around her thighs keeping up the sucking and licking until Julia’s orgasm erupted, soaking Cass’s tongue.<br /><br /><br />Hearing and feeling Julia come was enough to take Cassie to the edge of her own orgasm. She straddled Julia’s thigh and rode her while Julia looked up into her eyes. ‘Come on baby, let me touch you.’ Julia groaned as she reached forward and slid her fingers into Cass. She filled her with her hand as Cass rocked her hips and in another instant cried out as she came.<br /><br />Exhausted they both fell back onto the bed, Cassie still lying on top of Julia. Kissing and caressing each other they gently fell asleep.</span><br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520003183918531.post-38969535946330481492013-02-12T06:56:00.000-08:002013-02-12T06:56:00.350-08:00The Holiday. Part 8<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The whole of the downstairs smelled of fresh coffee and baking. It was 2.30 in the afternoon. The first guests hadn’t yet arrived but Charlie thought that it would probably be anytime now. She had put on a clean pair of jeans and tee shirt after spending the morning vacuuming and generally putting finishing touches around the house. Fresh flowers stood on the hall table next to the registration book and a stand with all the usual local tourist information. A plain black note book lay next to the stand and it contained all the information that guests may wish to know such as the local gay friendly pubs, bookstores and other venues that may appeal to this particular clientele. Sarah was in the kitchen with Denise ensuring everything would run smoothly on this their first evening as a working hotel.<br /><br />Sophie and Megan drove up the gravelled driveway of the guest house and were impressed by the stone façade of the Georgian building. The freshly painted woodwork spoke to the fact that the building had recently been renovated with care. Bay trees stood in large pots on either side of the door. The deep green door was furnished with shinning brass. No sign adorned the house andthe unknowing passer by would not be aware that this home was a guest house. Sarah and Charlotte did not want unsuspecting holiday makers to approach the house, wishing to keep it strictly for customers who shared their lifestyle. So far their reservation book was full for the next 3 months so they hoped they would not have to change their policy.<br /><br />Parking the car, Sophie turned off the engine and looked over at Megan ‘Well here we are. Looks like we might be the first if the empty car park is anything to go by. Nervous?’<br /><br />‘Yeah a little bit. But don’t worry kiddo I got ya. It’ll be great.’ She leaned over and gave Sophie a quick peck on the lips. ‘Now move your arse woman and get my bag. I’d kill for a cup of tea, especially after your motorway driving!’<br /><br />‘Hey cheeky. I’m a great driver. You just don’t appreciate me.’<br /><br />The two were still giggling when they lifted the brass door knocker to announce their arrival.<br /><br />In the hall way Charlotte hissed through the kitchen door ‘Sarah. Guests!’<br /><br />‘Ok. So go open the door.’ Charlotte pulled a face of terror and Sarah laughed ‘Oh Ok I’ll come with you, you big woos.’<br /><br />Together they stood behind the front door and held hands. Sarah kissed her wife, ‘Ready?’ Charlotte nodded and they said in unison ‘Good luck!’<br /><br />Charlotte opened the door to find a giggling couple standing on their doorstep, bags in hand.<br /><br />One of the women had short sandy hair and blue eyes with a scattering of freckles over her nose. She stood a head shorter than her partner, who had shoulder length blonde hair which was pulled back and fastened with a simple gold clip at the neck. They both wore wide grins and said a cheery ‘Hello’ at the same time.<br /><br />‘Hi’ Charlotte smiled ‘Come on in; let’s give you a hand with your bags.’ Sarah leant forward and took Sophie’s bag whilst Charlotte attempted to take Megan’s only for her to shake her head and say she was fine.<br /><br />When the four entered the hall and the bags were placed on the floor they introduced each other. There were a few little shrieks when they realised who was who. There were hugs all round.<br /><br />‘I can’t believe we finally get to see each other after all this time of chatting on the net! This is so amazing. I can’t wait for the others to get here. We are the first right?’ Megan asked<br /><br />Sarah nodded ‘Yes, hopefully the others should be here soon.’ As she finished her sentence they heard car engines and laughter outside.<br /><br />Opening the door they were faced with Cassie, Julia and Ellen and Diane, introducing one another, laughing and hugging. The four indoors went out to join them and as they did another car containing Louise and Cindy pulled into the driveway.<br /><br />The group spent sometime on welcomes and introductions, whilst stood outside. Eventually Charlotte shouted for everyone to come through to the lounge where refreshments were waiting.<br /><br />‘Leave your bags and come and get a drink. Then we can show you to your rooms and help out with bags, if that suits everyone?’ amid nods and shouts of ‘yes please’ ‘great’ ‘ooh tea’, the group made their way into the house.<br /><br />They noted the decoration in the hall and the umbrella stand full of canes. Julia stopped to admire the decoration on the cane handles. She lifted one and tested the weight on her own palm. ‘Oh this would do nicely to deal with your rudeness on the plane over’ she said to Cassie but loud enough for the group to hear. Cassie’s blush brought another wave of laughter.<br /><br />In the lounge they helped themselves to coffee whilst Sarah took orders for tea. They then hovered trying to decide between fresh baked scones and cream, and various sponge cakes and cookies.<br /><br />Whilst they were eating and drinking and getting acquainted there was a loud knock on the door. Charlotte welcomed the final two guests with ‘You have to be Sandy and Cheryl!’ The pair joined the others in the lounge and the house was as full as it would be for the next week.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520003183918531.post-21918782557634517142013-02-02T11:19:00.000-08:002013-02-02T11:19:03.544-08:00The Holiday. Part 7<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Ellen shouted up the stairs for the third time ‘Michael, Jennifer can you please get down here right now, your dad is waiting for you. If I have to come up there it won’t be pretty.’<br /><br />Ellen swore that it was getting harder to deal with her two children as they got older. At ages 9 and 11 they both thought that she was ancient and that they knew better when it came to most aspects of life. At the moment Ellen still maintained her authority but she often wondered how long it would be before confiscating a play station or grounding them, no longer worked. Luckily both of the children listened to and respected her partner of 8 years, Diane. She was a natural disciplinarian and she had managed to work wonders with both of them since they first got together. She spent most of her free time taking them to and from their various activities and helping out on school trips and such. Ellen was often in awe of how natural Diane was as a parent.<br /><br />Ellen had a good relationship with her ex-husband, David and they and Diane worked hard to communicate and work together for the children’s benefit. It had been hard at first but their marriage had been over long before Diane had arrived on the scene. Ellen had worried that David would try and cause trouble for her when she came out as a lesbian and Diane moved in but strangely he hadn’t reacted badly. Ellen thought he saw Diane as less of a threat than if Ellen had remarried a man. Certainly there was no other man vying for the role of ‘father’. Although the three of them could never be fully comfortable in each others company it was amicable enough to make sharing time with the children relatively painless.<br /><br />Ellen heard the clatter of feet coming down the stairs as two children plus bags and school books came jumbling into the kitchen where she sat sharing tea with David.<br /><br />‘OK ready to go guys? Got everything you need? Books, iPods and whatever else you need to get through a whole week with old dad?’ David asked<br /><br />‘Can we go now? We’re going to miss ‘Dr Who’ if we don’t leave now and it’s the second part from last week’ moaned Jennifer.<br /><br />‘Oh my word. Quick David before the earth stops spinning. Get them out of here and into the car. God forbid they miss the TV!’<br /><br />‘Mum!’ they both grumped together.<br /><br />Laughing Ellen said, ‘Give me a hug. I need one if I’m not going to hear you complain for a whole week, I won’t know what to do with myself.’ After delivering hugs and kisses, reluctantly on Michael’s part; he thought he was getting too old to kiss his parents, the children and David piled into his car and drove away.<br /><br />Ellen went back into the house and as she always did when they left she stood for a moment in the still hallway and listened to the quiet, feeling a mixture of relief and sadness. They were growing up so quickly and she couldn’t help but think that soon this quiet would be more permanent.<br /><br />Just as she was about to get maudlin the front door opened to reveal Diane. Dressed in a black pants suit and white shirt , carrying an oversized brown leather satchel that had seen better days. ‘Wife I’m home’ she boomed jovially as she walked into the hall and saw Ellen standing there.<br /><br />Her blonde hair was cropped very close to her head her build and personality large in every sense of the word. She was nearly 6ft tall and very stockily built. She had a fairly loud voice and projected a calm certainty that made most people who met her trust her. In a group she would often emerge as a natural leader and she enjoyed others relying on her. In her home she was definitely the head of the family and Ellen loved the feeling of security that brought.<br /><br />Diane stood next to Ellen and listened to the quiet. ‘I take it we’re alone?’ she asked needlessly. The house was never this quiet if either of the children were home. The TV or music would inevitably be blaring from somewhere.<br /><br />Ellen turned to her lover and putting her arms around her neck she leaned in for a kiss and said ‘Oh yeah. A week of just us grown-ups.’<br /><br />‘My. Whatever will we think of to do?’ mused Diane as she returned Ellen’s kiss and letting her hands roam her partner’s body.<br /><br />‘Well right now I think we need to pack or we are never going to get out of here tomorrow. It would be good to get there early. I hate being the last one to arrive.’<br /><br />‘You’re such a task master. I just get in from a hard day at the office and here you are issuing orders already! Maybe I need to remind you who is in charge lady.’ She said planting a firm smack on Ellen’s bottom.<br /><br />‘Ow. No ma’am I know who is in charge.’ Teasing, Ellen backed away. ‘Obviously it is me as I’m so organised that I’m already nearly packed and you haven’t even started.’ Ellen stuck her tongue out at Diane as she began to scamper up the stairs. Immediately Diane took off after her making Ellen screech and run.<br /><br />‘Right madam, I think someone is asking for a spanking’<br /><br />Catching up with Ellen in the bedroom, Diane tried to look serious whilst her lover put on her best bratting face. Diane beckoned her with her index finger. ‘Come here little miss and take down those panties. I want to see that bare little bottom of yours over my knee this instant. I think you need a lesson or two.’ Diane said as she removed her jacket and began to roll up her shirt sleeves.<br /><br />Ellen tried to look innocent as she scooted to where Diane was now sat on the bed. ‘But I’ve been such a good girl all day. Honestly ma’am. You don’t really want to spank me when we are going on holiday do you?’<br /><br />‘Not only do I want to spank you when we are going on holiday but you can be sure you are going to get plenty of spankings whilst we are on holiday. I can’t have the other tops and doms thinking that I am soft with you now can I? What would that do for my reputation? The bottoms on the forum think I’m scary and I intend for them to keep thinking that. Now pull down those panties and lift up your skirt please.’<br /><br />Ellen did as she was told and then lowered herself over Diane’s wide lap. Diane placed her left hand around Ellen’s waist and gently adjusted her position so that she had a good angle. Ellen loved the feeling of being safe on Diane’s knee for these playful spankings. For her it was the ultimate feeling of knowing that Diane was in control, that she had her and owned her, that all was well. Even when she was there for a serious punishment spanking those feelings did not diminish but there were the additional feelings of fear, anticipation and regret at having angered the woman she loves.<br /><br />Diane delivered a hard swat to Ellen’s coffee coloured skin, proceeding to deliver several more before stopping and gently rubbing her bottom. She continued this pattern of spanking, rubbing and massaging until Ellen’s bottom was on fire but she was also very hot in another part of her anatomy. Diane sensed Ellen beginning to move her hips in rhythm to the spanking and knew her girl was wet for her. She slipped her hand between her bottom cheeks and slid it forward until she felt Ellen’s wet silk beneath her fingers. Ellen gasped and lifted her hips to allow Diane to enter her. While the fingers of her right hand stroked and explored her sex, Diane’s other hand probed the tight muscle of Ellen’s ring, massaging the opening and entering her. Ellen began to moan much more loudly and her hip movement became more frantic as she urged Diane to go deeper into her. Filling her completely. Whispering to her as she brought her closer to orgasm ‘You are mine. You belong to me, every bit of you. I will have you when I want you as often as I want you and however I want you. I will flog your behind raw if you disobey me and I will fuck you until you can’t walk if you even look at another woman. Do you understand?’ Diane spoke softly her voice heavy with desire, the words thrilling Ellen.<br /><br />In gasps of breath, writhing and sweating Ellen answered ‘Yes ma’am I understand. I don’t want anyone else, just you. Only you.’ And at that moment Diane felt Ellen go rigid as she cried out and climaxed, soaking Diane’s hand and lap. The scent of her sex surrounding them both. In that moment Diane thought she had never been happier.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520003183918531.post-87584119758012123652013-01-31T12:29:00.002-08:002013-01-31T12:29:56.845-08:00Bonus postI was searching through my computer documents and have found a chapter of Carla and Diane that I thought I had lost. It should have been the second part of the story. So, here it is :)<br />
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It had been a several weeks since Carla had moved in with
Diane. At first it had been a little strange and difficult to get used living
in someone else's house and following rules as if she were a teenager again. As
time had gone on though, Carla had found that having rules and consequences for
breaking them really helped her to focus on her responsibilities and taking
care of herself. There was also a comfort in knowing someone cared where she
was and what she was doing. Unlike the inconsistency and irrationality of the
discipline she had experienced as a teenager, Diane was a loving and fair
woman. Carla felt safe and taken care of in a way she never had before.</div>
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Carla had earned a number of punishments over the weeks,
including a couple of hard spankings but she knew that Diane had been fair and
overall their lives were quite peaceful. Carla loved their evenings of music
and reading or watching a movie together. Her days of grabbing a takeaway meal
after work were long gone. Home cooked meals sitting at a table and having
conversation were now the norm. All in all Carla was happy in the place she now
thought of as home and with a woman who she was beginning to adore as a mother
she had never had.</div>
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Work was another story altogether. Although she had more than
made up for her past mistakes with her new found diligence, she was finding the
work more boring and meaningless than ever. On top of that she had two new team
members she had to manage and their lack of knowledge, skill and motivation
made her job twice as hard. She hated it, she concluded as she walked the last
few metres home. </div>
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By the time she pushed open the front door, Carla was in a
foul mood. She was hot and tired and thoroughly fed up with her day. She had
ended up staying over an hour later than she had intended, unexpectedly having
to finish work one of her new team members was supposed to have completed. She
had determined to give the new girl a piece of her mind in the morning.</div>
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'Hello little one. I was wondering what time you would make
it home. How was your day?' Diane greeted her in the hallway. Carla scowled
'Awful. I have idiots working for me. Like it isn't bad enough I have idiots
managing me too!' she growled as she kicked off her shoes and dropped her bag
on the floor. Moving past Diane into the kitchen she opened the fridge looking
for alcohol or chocolate or something comforting. Finding a chocolate bar she
took it out and began to unwrap it. Diane raised her eyebrows 'I have just
finished making dinner. I was waiting until you got home to serve. '</div>
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Carla felt like a child being told 'no sweeties before
dinner'. She sighed and dramatically threw the chocolate back into the fridge.
'Fine. Whatever. I am not a child. I can eat chocolate if I want to. In fact I
can eat chocolate for dinner if I want to! You don't get to tell me' what to do
all the time. Just leave me' alone.' Carla strode out of the kitchen and into
the living room where she launched herself headlong onto the sofa burying her
head on a cushion and laying on her tummy.</div>
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She heard Diane follow her and then felt Diane's hand come
down swiftly and painfully on her bottom which was protected by only the thin
cotton of her panties and her summer dress.</div>
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Carla jumped up clutching her smacked bottom. 'Ow! What was
that for?'</div>
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Diane shook her head. 'Carla I am sure you don't really have
to ask do you? Speaking to me in that way? Hmm?' she looked sternly at the now
red faced younger woman.</div>
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'Can't you ever just leave me' alone? Do I have to be good
all the time?! Sometimes I want to eat chocolate and be in a bad mood. You
don't have to bully me all the time' Carla sulked, sounding more like a moody
teenager every second.</div>
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'Is that what I do little one? Bully you? And no you may not
behave like that with me ever. I expect respect from you. If you wish to throw
a tantrum you may go to your room and come out when you are able to behave
yourself.'<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Carla's inner grown up was
screaming for her to shut up and behave. Unfortunately, Carla's inner child was
far stronger this evening and was in full scale brat mode!</div>
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'I will not go to my room! I am not 15! I am going to eat
dinner and maybe drink wine and I may even go out and enjoy myself for a
change' Carla moved past Diane and back out to the fridge to retrieve her
chocolate. As she moved towards the door Diane said 'Carla do not leave this
room unless you are going upstairs to your room as I have told you.'</div>
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Ignoring Diane completely she walked into the kitchen opened
the fridge and pulled out her chocolate. As she shut the door Diane was stood
right behind her. 'Alright young lady. As you seem so insistent this evening
you may have what you are so obviously asking for' Diane grabbed Carla by the
upper arm and turned her over the wooden kitchen table behind them. Before she
knew what was happening Carla felt her skirt being lifted and her panties
lowered to her knees. Diane's hand firmly in her back prevented Carla from
getting up or wriggling away.</div>
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Diane proceeded to deliver swift, hard smacks to Carla's
bottom. Wherever her swat landed a red hand-print remained as evidence of its
visitation. Carla yelped like a small child. 'Stop it's not fair! I don't want
to be spanked!' To emphasise her point she kicked her left leg out behind her.
Diane rewarded her with a volley of slaps to her thighs, making Carla cry out
more but succeeding in stilling<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the
brat's legs.</div>
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When eventually Carla's complaints quietened, Diane began to
lecture her. 'Carla you have behaved dreadfully this evening. If you insist on
behaving like a small child I will certainly treat you like one. Tantrums are
not allowed. Being rude to me is not allowed. ' As she scolded she continued to
spank Carla's bottom a deep pink colour. Although Carla had calmed a little, Diane
could tell from her body language that her little one was far from contrite.
She made a decision to make her point a little clearer. She turned to the work
top behind her and picked up a wooden spoon from the rack. It wasn't the
largest spoon but it was capable of delivering a hard swat as Carla discovered.
After a dozen spanks<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Carla became vocal
again but this time her tone was far more respectful. 'Please Diane don't spank
me anymore. I am sorry. I won't talk to you like that again. Oww! I promise!'</div>
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Diane continued to deliver swat after swat to Carla's now
very red bottom. She was satisfied that her charge was finally seeing the error
of her ways but just to make sure she turned her attention to her thighs and
allowed the spoon to work it's magic.</div>
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A few minutes later a very sorry and very sore bottomed Carla
was allowed to raise herself from the table. She was red faced and tearful. 'I
am sorry ma'am. Really sorry. I won't behave like that again.'</div>
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Diane took Carla into her arms and stroked her hair. 'Little
one. It is in the nature of the brat to repeat bad behaviour. Luckily it is the
nature of this Top to consistently punish it! Now pull up your panties and
let's go and sit down and talk for a while'</div>
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Carla pulled a face. 'Sit ma'am?!' Diane laughed as Carla
pulled up her panties and pulled down her dress. She took her hand and lead her
into the living room. She sat Carla in the soft sofa,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>placing cushions so that she would be as
comfortable as she could be considering recent events.</div>
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Diane then sat next to Carla who immediately put her head on
Diane's shoulder. Diane kissed the top of her head and asked 'So little one are
you ready to tell me what all that is about? I am pretty certain it wasn't
about chocolate.' At that they both giggled. 'I am sorry Diane. I shouldn't
have spoken to you like that.'</div>
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'No you shouldn't but it has been dealt with so now we can
move on. I want to know what has you so upset?'</div>
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Carla sighed 'You will think I am silly'</div>
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'Tantrums are silly my dear. Something which is upsetting you
could never be silly to me.'</div>
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Carla smiled. She had never had someone who was so interested
in her well being before and she was still getting used to how good it felt.
She moved a little and winced as her burning behind reminded her that some parts
of being loved feel better than others!</div>
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'I hate my job!' she blurted quickly. Then immediately
feeling foolish, she blushed.</div>
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'Ok ' Diane said slowly. 'Tell me' more'</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520003183918531.post-20942997543989069892013-01-31T01:36:00.000-08:002013-01-31T01:36:07.153-08:00The Holiday. Part 6<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Sophie stood back and admired the finished garden. She turned and gave the thumbs up to her employee, Martin, who flicked the switch in the sun lounge that started a pump which set the water feature into action. A miniature waterfall ran into a large round pond making a relaxing trickling sound. Sophie looked at it critically and rearranged a couple of the rocks to ensure a more even flow. She was filthy, cold and tired and extremely happy that this project was finally over and on time too.<br /><br />Mrs Johnson came outside to look at her new garden. ‘Oh Sophie it’s beautiful! You and Martin have done such a great job. You’ve definitely earned your holiday.’<br /><br />Sophie ran her hands through her short sandy coloured hair and laughed ‘Well I won’t argue with you there. I don’t mind if I don’t see a garden fork for a week or so.’<br /><br />Cheque in hand, Sophie and Martin climbed into their van and began the short journey to their respective homes.<br /><br />‘So you plan a week in bed with the wife then? Or has being married for a year put an end to those sorts of activities’? Martin teased.<br /><br />‘In your dreams jealous guy. We can still rock under the sheets, nothing has changed there. Thank you so much for your concern.’<br /><br />‘Well I’m just looking out for your welfare. I would hate you two love birds to become victims of that well known disease, Lesbian Bed Death.’ He said making a comical horror face.<br /><br />‘Uh huh, right. So you going to have a week of debauchery picking up stray young men on Canal Street then?’ Sophie said referring to the main run of Manchester’s Gay Village.<br /><br />‘Well my darling if there are young men out there needing a little guidance from a handsome stranger who am I to deny them.’ Martin said flicking his hair in a deliberately feminine gesture.<br /><br />Sophie shook her head. She had known Martin since high school. They had lost touch for a while but when her landscaping business had taken off he had applied for the junior design post and Sophie had been thankful ever since that she had taken him on. Not only did he have a great eye for design, he worked hard and they had become very close friends. He had been a witness at her Civil Partnership ceremony the previous year and a firm support to both her and Meghan during their 5 year relationship. He was also the only person outside of their marriage who knew about the discipline dynamic between the two of them.<br /><br />Megan was a high school teacher, a good one. She was dedicated to her students and spent a lot of her free time volunteering with local youth groups and tutoring students who had been excluded from school. Sophie was very proud of her and was in awe of her seemingly endless patience. She had also been in awe of Megan’s ability to maintain discipline amongst a class of rowdy 16 year olds, that was until the day Megan began to wield a form of that discipline over Sophie in their home!<br /><br />Sophie was more than aware of the punishments she could expect from her darling Meg if she broke any of their rules. Her bottom had been the recipient of many a spanking. When Sophie had first admitted this to Martin she had been acutely embarrassed but since she was unable hide the fact that she couldn’t sit down that day it had become difficult to come up with another explanation. Besides she trusted him like a brother and thought that he had probably seen more of life than she could imagine anyway! Martin had laughed uncontrollably. Not out of malice but at pure delight that Megan could control his somewhat temperamental friend. When he had next seen Meg he had hugged her and whispered in her ear ‘Good for you. I’ve thought for so long she needed her little behind tanning. You have to marry her now!’<br /><br />Martin took pleasure in ribbing Sophie about her behaviour and when they had disagreements at work he would often threaten to rat her out to Megan. Sophie’s response was usually to throw something at him but secretly she was happy that she could share this part of her life with him. Sometimes it was hard keeping such a large part of her identity hidden.<br /><br />This next week she was looking forward to spending time with other couples who thought of Domestic Discipline as ‘normal’. She wouldn’t have to worry whether someone could overhear her being scolded or could hear her being punished. She remembered the embarrassment of staying at an Inn one Easter time and having had the occupants in the room next door come and ask if everything was OK when they overheard a spanking. Strangely Megan had been unmoved and had simply told the couple that she was correcting her girlfriend’s bad behaviour. She was amused by Sophie’s embarrassment and had made her go to breakfast and face them the next day as part of her punishment. She never wanted to repeat that ordeal again!<br /><br />Sophie pulled the van up outside her Victorian terraced house. They had looked for months to find a terrace with enough original features and a garden before they had found their perfect home in the heart of Chorlton. It was a small area with a diverse population and a thriving gay community, plenty of pavement cafes and a good social life, Sophie and Megan loved living there. The house still needed some work but it was a labour of love so neither minded spending their free time covered in paint.<br /><br />‘Have a great holiday Soph’. I hope you manage to stay out of trouble so your behind is relatively unscathed when you get back. Somehow, knowing you though I doubt it!’<br /><br />Sophie made a rude hand gesture to Martin and then blew him a kiss before he laughed and drove away. Sophie turned and walked up the short path to her home and her wife and their much needed holiday.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520003183918531.post-30762528961323553552013-01-30T04:55:00.000-08:002013-01-30T04:55:58.934-08:00The Holiday. Part 5<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Packing her notebook computer and several text books in her case, Cassie grumped that she had little weight allowance left for clothes. Julia stood by, her arms folded and patience running out. They had to leave for the airport in less than half an hour. She was already fully packed and dressed. Her case stood beside the front door and she had tickets, passports and money safely stowed in her hand luggage. As usual her disorganized, younger lover had left everything until the last minute. She had been late home from the University, getting caught up with fellow students and losing track of time, again. As Cassie lobbed a shoe across the room in temper, Julia had finally had enough. She turned to the drawer on her left and pulled out a thick, brown, leather belt.<br /><br />‘Come here Cassie. NOW’<br /><br />Looking at her and seeing the belt for the first time. Cassie’s face drained of colour.<br /><br />‘Jules, I’m sorreee. I didn’t mean it. I’ll hurry up. Please don’t spank me now.’ She whined but made her way to where Julia stood.<br /><br />‘Get your jeans down and get over the end of that bed. I have had enough of you today. This is supposed to be a relaxing holiday and it is starting out with total stress all because of your behaviour and I am going to stop it now.’<br /><br />Looking miserable, Cassie did as she was told. Bent over the bed with her bare bottom stuck high in the air she waited for the first stroke.<br /><br />As usual it came hard, fast and accurately. Cassie yelped as each stroke fell across her round buttocks leaving bright red welts. Julia delivered the punishment rapidly, acutely aware of the ticking clock. Twenty strokes later Julia had finished and Cassie was hopping from one foot to another her hands trying desperately to bring some relief to her throbbing butt.<br /><br />‘Right. Put another pair of jeans and those tee-shirts in your case. You’ll need another pair of sweats too. Then by my count you should have plenty to get you through the week. I’ve got a couple of extra sweaters in my case if you need them. OK?’<br /><br />‘Yes ma’am,’ sniffed Cassie. Julia gave her a quick hug and then turned to leave the room.<br /><br />‘Five minutes Cass then I’m getting the belt out again and you won’t be able to sit the whole trip!’<br /><br />Quickly Cassie finished packing without any further fuss or comment. She closed the case and lugged it down the stairs into the apartment block’s hallway.<br /><br />Shortly after they were both seated in the cab making their way to JFK airport for their flight to Manchester, England. From there they would hire a car and make the rest of the journey to the North and their destination; Keswick in the Lake District. Julia had visited the UK before. She had spent a year at a university in Liverpool. This would be Cassie’s first trip and now that the stress of the packing was over she felt the excitement that had been building in the preceding weeks.<br /><br />She shifted in her seat, the pain of her recent spanking making her uncomfortable. Julia smiled at her fidgeting lover, well aware of why she was wriggling in her seat.<br /><br />‘Next time maybe you’ll be on time miss?’ She murmured sternly<br /><br />Cassie nodded looking at Julia with what she hoped looked like the eyes of an innocent angel. Julia laughed thinking she looked more like a guilty puppy.<br /><br />‘I can see you are going to be a handful this week. I may have left my instruments of correction at home but you can be sure that Sarah will have some I can borrow if I need to demonstrate my displeasure.’<br /><br />Cassie groaned knowing that she was going to be under Julia’s scrutiny 24 hours a day for the next week. There would be no sneaking of and goofing around with her friends at University. There was no way she could behave well for a week, was there?</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520003183918531.post-1352932227037449912013-01-29T13:16:00.001-08:002013-01-29T13:16:35.743-08:00The Holiday. Part 4<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">In the kitchen, Charlotte and Sarah were working well into the evening with their cook Denise, to double check the menus and cross check their ingredient’s store to ensure the kitchen would run smoothly. Denise had worked in some very busy kitchens in her 15 year cheffing career so was confident that she could handle a breakfast and dinner serving for a maximum of 10 guests, in this much smaller establishment. She wouldn’t be paid as much as her previous post but the chance to be in full control and to work in an environment that was not only all lesbian but also an establishment that catered for those who shared her passion for discipline, was too good to miss.<br /><br /><a href="x-apple-data-detectors://0" x-apple-data-detectors-result="0" x-apple-data-detectors-type="calendar-event" x-apple-data-detectors="true">At 9pm</a>, Sarah declared that they should finish for the evening. Denise bid them farewell and said she would be back early tomorrow to make fresh cookies and bread for the arrival of the guests. Charlotte thanked her for all of her help and hugged her good night.<br /><br />When they were alone, Sarah said ‘Come on let’s go through to the lounge and light a fire.’ Charlotte eagerly agreed. They walked through the hall, no longer noticing the decorative paddles on the wall or the umbrella stand which held various canes, some quite beautifully decorated by a local craftswoman.<br /><br />They entered a large lounge which was furnished with overstuffed couches and armchairs. The prints on the walls were Victorian drawings of various scenes of corporal punishment, most involving two women but some depicting a stern schoolmaster and errant schoolboy. The floor was made of oak boards and had several good quality rugs scattered around. The large fireplace surround was an original feature with an oak beam above and decorative tiles around the cast iron fire grid. Sarah set about making up a fire using kindling before adding the coal. Charlotte poured them each a glass of red wine and settled back into one of the couches closest to the fire.<br /><br />Several minutes later they were both snuggled in front of a warm fire. The room was lit only with a small table lamp, the only sound the occasional crackle of the coal. Charlotte’s head nuzzled against Sarah’s shoulder. ‘This is wonderful. I wish I could just relax and enjoy it but I’m too nervous about tomorrow. What if everyone doesn’t get along in real life?’ Charlotte fretted.<br /><br />‘Real life?’ Sarah questioned<br /><br />‘You know what I mean. The internet is kind of unreal isn’t it? We only let people see what we want them to see about us. Now we are about to spend a week trying to entertain a group we really barely know.’<br /><br />‘Well look at it this way at least we know these guests a little. In future we will be entertaining complete strangers!’<br /><br />‘Somehow I find that less worrying. Trying to make a good impression on people I think of as friends is more important than total strangers. There was a time not too long ago when I felt that only those on the end of my keyboard really understood me. I feel so very grateful to them for that.’<br /><br />‘I know honey. Things will be OK. We are together. If anyone gets out of line I’ll march through the house with my senior cane and make them very sorry’ Sarah grinned evilly.<br /><br />Charlotte laughed ‘Yes you would too. I can just imagine it. Mistress of the house.’ Her eyes darkened as she looked at her partner. She ran her tongue across her lips. Sarah sensed her arousal and leaned in to kiss her. She placed her hand behind her head and fisted Charlotte’s hair in her fingers. Charlotte gasped as Sarah deepened the kiss and moved her other hand up to the front of her shirt and cupped Charlotte’s breast. Moaning, Charlotte helped undo her buttons and pulled her shirt from her body. Sarah moved both of her hands to Charlotte’s jeans and unbuttoned and unzipped them. Pulling them and her panties down and off, she threw them to the floor. Charlotte removed her bra and immediately Sarah took a nipple hungrily into her mouth. Charlotte gasped and leant back into the couch. Sarah’s right hand went forcefully between Charlotte’s legs, feeling her sex and the moisture that was just for her. She brought her hand to her face and breathed in Charlotte’s scent. She put her fingers to Charlotte’s lips and allowed her lover to suck her own juices from her fingers.<br /><br />Sarah could stand to wait no longer. She put both arms around Charlotte’s thighs and pulled her roughly to the edge of the seat. She sank her face into Charlotte, plunging her tongue deeply inside her. Charlotte cried out and grabbed the arm of the couch, digging her fingers into the rough fabric and snapping her eyes shut. ‘Oh God Sarah I need you so much. Please take me, completely. Please I need to feel you inside me’ Without any further encouragement Sarah slipped one finger and then another inside Charlotte’s slippery opening. As Charlotte rose to meet her lover’s fingers Sarah slipped a third finger inside and let her thumb travel to hard nub of Charlotte’s clit. She began rhythmically to push deeper inside as she massaged her outside. Charlotte’s hips worked in perfect harmony. Faster and faster, she began to cry out. ‘Open your eyes and look at me’ Sarah commanded ‘I want you to see me touching you when you come. Who do you belong to?’<br /><br />‘You. Always you my love’ Charlotte gasped. As the couple locked eyes Charlotte cried out and shuddered. ‘Oh God. Always, always you.’<br /><br />Sarah left her fingers inside her spent lover revelling in the feeling of her orgasm, the muscles clamping her fingers together. The scent of Charlotte all around her. ‘That’s right my darling girl. Mine. Always. Remember that and we can do anything together.’ Gathering her naked lover in her arms she kissed her again. She pulled a blanket from the back of the seating and covered them both. With Charlotte’s head against her chest she rested her chin on the top of her head and exhausted they both fell asleep.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520003183918531.post-82964617620384543502013-01-24T13:27:00.001-08:002013-01-24T13:27:20.129-08:00The Holiday Part 3<div class="yui-t1" id="doc3">
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stamped the worst of the mud from her work boots as she left the
building site and approached her van. She opened the driver’s door and
threw her hard hat and clipboard onto the passenger seat. She spent a
moment removing her high visibility jacket and running her hand through
her short blonde hair. Once behind the wheel she blew out a sigh of
relief. A week away from the chaos. Fantastic! She tried to ignore the
nagging worries that things would go awry whilst she was away. A control
nut by nature she liked to visit her projects on a daily basis. Her
partner, Cheryl, constantly nagged her to give up more of the day to day
running of the company to her business partner, Gary. Sandy knew that
she should but found that even when Gary was doing his job she couldn’t
quite leave him to it, nothing to do with his competence and everything
to do with her obsessive nature.<br /><br />Sandy sped down the motorway
towards home. She imagined a hot bath a meal and bed. She wanted to be
up early in the morning to make the journey up the motorway and get to the
Lakes in good time. She had every intention of making the most of this
holiday. Cheryl had a client this evening so it would be up to Sandy to
finish packing for them both. Cheryl was a talented photographer and the
couple she was seeing this evening were coming to view the photographs
from their Civil Partnership. Sandy knew from experience that those
meetings could go on for hours. Cheryl was endlessly patient as clients
chose from the hundreds of pictures for their albums.<br /><br />Sandy
pulled her dirty, utilitarian van behind her lover’s clean and tidy BMW.
It was an older model but Cheryl loved her car and kept it immaculate.
Woe betide Sandy if she ever tried to get in it with her dirty work
boots. That had happened only once and Sandy had ended up with a very
sore rear after Cheryl had finished with her.<br /><br />Cheryl was in her
office sitting in front of her computer putting the finishing touches to
her digital images before the arrival of her customers.<br /><br />‘Hey honey. How was your day? Get finished at the site?’<br /><br />Kissing
the top of Cheryl’s head as she came up behind her she replied ‘Yes. As
much as I could anyway. The rest is up to Gary. I’m on holiday!’<br /><br />‘Yes.
Well I’m not yet, so shoo woman and leave me to this, the Evans couple
will be here in half an hour and I want to be ready. Make yourself
useful and stick something in the oven for dinner will you?’<br /><br />‘Certainly, would you like me to bathe first or are you happy for me to chef in my filthy work gear?’ Sandy smiled cheekily.<br /><br />‘Mmm.
I kind of like you dirty’ Cheryl said as she turned her swivel chair to
face her lover and put her arms around her waist pulling her down for a
kiss, ‘but I’d rather have you clean while your cooking for me.’ she
laughed as she pushed Sandy out towards the office door and landed a
smack on her jean clad bottom.<br /><br />‘Ow, you’re such a harsh woman’ Sandy pouted as she scooted towards the bathroom.<br /><br />‘Just
you wait until I’ve got you all to myself for a whole week. I’ll soon
have you behaving. You have been so disobedient lately I think your
bottom is going to need some special treatment whilst we are away.’
Cheryl called after her. She couldn’t wait to follow through on that
promise. Now back to work, just one more meeting then we’re free.</div>
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CheersUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520003183918531.post-24366257816978113692013-01-22T13:37:00.001-08:002013-01-22T13:37:08.263-08:00The Holiday Part 2Louise entered the meeting room, thankful that this was her last day
before a week long holiday. The last few months had been a long slog and
she really needed the break. As she took her seat the other ten people
in the room turned their head towards her and the chatter stopped. Each
member of the team had worked for Louise for a year or more and each was
well aware of her lack of patience for time wasting when there were
deadlines approaching. Louise opened her folder and asked for an update
from each of them. As they began a round robin of updating their
manager, each person kept it short and to the point. Editorials were
kept to a minimum. Each had learned that Louise ran a tight ship, either
by watching others or through the humiliation of having been dressed
down by her at some stage.<br /><br />Everything about the smartly attired
and immaculately turned out woman screamed that she was in control, that
she knew where she and the business were going and dared anyone to get
in her way.<br /><br />When the updates were finished, Louise assigned tasks
and deadlines to all who were present and left instructions for those
who were out of the office. She passed several documents to her second
in command and told him that she would e-mail him anything else he
needed. With that she announced the meeting’s end and rose to leave. As
she walked through the door her mobile phone vibrated in her bag. She
put her files back down and rummaged to find her phone. It was her
personal phone not her work mobile which surprised her. Usually at this
time in the afternoon the only calls she received were business.<br /><br />‘Hello?’<br /><br />‘Hey Lou’ it’s me. Are you still at the office?’ the deep, husky voice of her lover ,Cindy, asked.<br /><br />‘Hi
you. Yes. Hold on a second’ Louise waited for the last of her staff to
leave the room and then shut the door. ‘Sorry. I had the team in here.
What’s up?’<br /><br />‘I’m just checking up on you. You promised to try and leave by 3pm this afternoon and take the dogs to the kennels remember?’<br /><br />Louise
quickly checked the clock on the wall, 3.20pm. She had forgotten. Not a
great start to their holiday. ‘I’m just leaving now. I’ll be home in an
hour. Still loads of time to get them there before it closes.’ She
gushed.<br /><br />‘Hmm. You’d forgotten hadn’t you?’ Cindy asked sternly<br /><br />‘Well
things are a bit mad here. I have to make sure that everything is
handed over and that the accounts are taken care of’ Louise explained.<br /><br />‘I
don’t believe that is what I asked young lady. You promised me that you
would let your staff get on with their jobs and you would get home
where I need you right now.’<br /><br />Louise knew better than to argue at this point ‘Yes Cindy, I forgot, sorry. I’m on my way.’<br /><br />‘I
hope so for your sake or you will be travelling to the guest house with
a very sore bottom.’ Cindy warned as she ended the call.<br /><br />Louise
put her phone back into her bag and picked up her papers. She sighed and
wondered what her team would think if they knew that the office was the
only place she was in-charge. At home there was no doubt that her
beloved Cindy was in control!<br /><br />She wondered what the next week
would bring. She didn’t know much about where they were going as Cindy
had organised it all. and been quite secretive about it. She knew that
an internet friend of Cindy’s had opened a women’s guest house somewhere
in the Lake District. Louise was hoping for great views and some peace
and quiet. At least she knew she probably wouldn’t get spanked too often
as there wouldn’t be much in the way of privacy. Sometimes she thought
she would quite like to get through a week without a spanking but in
reality she knew that it was going over Cindy’s knee that kept her
feeling loved and stable and a week without it would be pretty tough.<br /><br />She
reached her car and used the remote locking to enter her new Audi. She
smiled as always as she slipped behind the wheel. Working long hours had
a few benefits she thought as the engine roared to life and she began
her journey home.<br /><br />Cindy sat at her computer and drafted a final
e-mail to Sarah to let her know their estimated arrival time the next
day. She pressed send and then shut it down. She wouldn’t need that for
the next week. Her small group of internet friends would all be together
for the first time since they had begun chatting on line nearly two
years earlier. Cindy was filled with excitement and apprehension. How
would they all get on in the same house together for a week? They didn’t
even know what each other looked like. In fact it was only recently
that they knew each others real names. On the chat forums they had used
pseudonyms in order to protect their privacy. Now they were only 24
hours away from being able to talk face to face and give each other a
real hug rather than a smiley!<br /><br />Sarah and Charlotte had talked
about opening a guest house for women like themselves for a long time.
It had never seemed like it could become a reality but then Sarah had
been made redundant from work and had received a large payout. With that
and a loan from the bank their dream was about to become reality.<br /><br />Cindy
hadn’t told Louise all of the details about the guest house. She
thought she would surprise her. She hadn’t been as active on the forum
but she did know all the people she was about to meet. Cindy smiled as
she imagined Louise thinking that this week she was unlikely to get
punished. On all their previous vacations it had been difficult to
practice discipline fully as neither of them liked the idea of the
neighbouring hotel rooms hearing them. This week would be different. The
entire clientele of this guest house would not blink an eye to see
someone getting a spanking as they would be too busy giving or receiving
their own!<br /><br />Cindy had just gone upstairs to finish packing when
she heard the front door open and Louise shout ‘Hi. It’s me. The traffic
wasn’t bad so I made it in plenty of time.’<br /><br />‘I’m up in the bedroom. Come on up.’<br /><br />Louise
threw her briefcase in the office as she passed and hung her coat on
the rack in the hallway. She bounced up the stairs eager as always to
see her red haired lover. She rushed into the bedroom and threw her arms
around Cindy ‘Holiday! No more work for a whole week.’ She stepped back
and began stripping off her work persona. The court shoes, stockings
and grey business suit were soon strewn over the bed and she was in the
cupboard seeking out her sweats and tee-shirt. Cindy tried to hide the
smile she felt watching her 30 year old lover become like a 10 year old
child bouncing with excitement.<br /><br />‘Louise’ she said sternly. ‘Look
at the mess you’ve made and you have been in the house less than 2
minutes! I am trying to get things organised to pack here and you’ve
just thrown your suit on top of the holiday clothes.<br /><br />‘Oops,
sorry’ Louise said as dressed only in tee-shirt and panties she grabbed
her dirty clothes from the bed and put them in the laundry hamper.<br /><br />‘I
need you to calm down and get the dogs to the kennels. Then I want you
to pop next door and give Kerry the spare keys in case the alarm goes
off or anything while we are away. OK?’<br /><br />Still bobbing from foot to foot, Louise smiled ‘Yep, I can do that.’<br /><br />‘Hmm. I think a little calming and motivation may be in order,’ Cindy said ‘come over here.’<br /><br />Louise
walked over to Cindy who grabbed her arm and placing one foot on the
bed she swung Louise over her knee and lowered her panties. She
delivered 10 swift hard smacks to each cheek, making Louise yelp and
leaving her hand print clearly visible.<br /><br />‘Now. That’s for me
having to chase you to come home miss.’ Standing up and rubbing her
bottom Louise pouted ‘Yes Cindy. Sorry ma’am’<br /><br />‘Now finish getting
dressed and get out of here before the kennel closes and we are left
with our two precious pooches instead of being able to get on the road
tomorrow morning.’ Cindy kissed Louise on the nose making her smile.
Louise responded leaning in for a proper kiss and being rewarded with a
long, hot kiss. Cindy cupping Louise’s freshly spanked bottom in her
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Charlotte
smoothed the new white Egyptian cotton duvet cover with her hand.
Finally the last bed was made. She stood back and admired the crisp,
clean covers and new fluffy pillows. The whole room smelled new and
looked fantastic, as did the other four rooms of the newly renovated
guesthouse.<br /><br />‘Charlie are you done in there yet?’ a harried voice
shouted from across the corridor. ‘I still have to go into town to the
bank and then on to the wholesalers. I’ve got a list of things I need
you to do.’<br /><br />Walking towards Sarah’s voice Charlotte answered ‘Yes
hon. The bedrooms are pretty much finished. Do you want to come and
take a look? Where are you anyway?’ she asked when the hall appeared
empty.<br /><br />‘I’m here’ Sarah puffed as she got up from her prone
position on the floor, holding a hammer, her hair falling out of the
loose ponytail she had hastily arranged when she had woken early this
morning. A smudge of coal dust covered her cheek. ‘I was just making
sure those wires were pinned along the skirting’.<br /><br />Charlotte
smiled at the dirty faced, unkempt woman whose features were etched with
worry. ‘Sarah, everything will be OK. We are nearly ready and we still
have another day. You need to try and chill just a little otherwise you
are going to be a wreck before the guests arrive!’<br /><br />‘I’m already a
wreck. God we must be insane. Everything we own is on the line here,
what if this is a huge mistake?’ she asked putting down the hammer and
putting her arms around her wife.<br /><br />Charlotte kissed her nose ‘I
see you brought fresh coal into the lounge?’ she said laughing and
rubbing the dust from Sarah’s face.<br /><br />‘Oh yeah. Don’t change the subject on me. You always try and change the subject.’ Sarah grumped.<br /><br />‘Well,
I was kind of wondering if you wanted to try out one of these nice new
beds.’ Charlotte said moving her hands up to Sarah’s breasts and moving
her thumbs slowly over her nipples.<br /><br />‘Oooh no,’ Sarah gasped
grabbing her wrists. ‘We still have a lot to do missy, now show me these
rooms and you better hope they pass my rigorous standards!’ she smirked
as she turned Charlotte round and patted her rear.<br /><br />‘Yes miss’ Charlotte giggled.<br /><br />When
Sarah entered the first room she couldn’t stop an enormous grin from
spreading across her face. She took in the immaculate space. The thick
carpet and luxurious curtains, the new oak furniture, the crisp bed
linen. The usual tea and coffee making facilities but a little special
with the numerous choice of teas, good quality coffee and extras such as
hot chocolate, biscuits and little candies. There were tasteful prints
on the wall of local mountain scenes. Each of the bedrooms had a
slightly different design using different wood for the furniture,
different colour schemes and prints but each was equally comfortable
with the touch of luxury that people wanted when they were on vacation.<br /><br />In
the bathroom the towels were extra thick and fluffy. There were white
gowns and bathroom slippers. The tubs could easily accommodate two, as
could the walk in shower. The marble floor was made warm by the under
floor heating. Out of each window throughout the house could be seen a
different view of the surrounding hills or the lake which stood 50
metres from the front of the house.<br /><br />Sarah put her arm around
Charlotte’s waist and pulled her close. ‘Oh baby, you have done a hell
of a job. It looks great.’ She looked longingly at the bed and wished
they could just pull the duvet back and climb in. She couldn’t remember
the last time they had had a lazy day making love and sleeping. What she
wouldn’t give…..<br /><br />‘Thanks. You haven’t seen it all yet.’
Charlotte said as she walked over to the wardrobe in the corner. On
first glimpse this room was not unlike any other you would find in a
first class guest house. However, on closer inspection there were items
that you would be unlikely to find in any ordinary hotel.<br /><br />Charlotte
opened the wardrobe and inside it was full of leather straps of various
sizes, a number of handcuffs and restraints, paddles made of wood,
lexan and leather, lexan and rattan canes of varying thickness, rubber
and leather floggers and a number of crops. One shelf contained nothing
but new dildos, vibrators and butt plugs of different lengths and
thickness.<br /><br />Charlotte then walked towards the back wall of the
room and pointed out two metal D rings that had been attached above head
height and arms width apart. Similar rings had been placed at the head
and foot of the bed and on the legs of the arm chair. In the bathroom
Charlotte opened the cupboard under the sink to reveal a number of new
blocks of soap. Sarah nodded her approval. Walking back into the bedroom
she said ‘Well that should certainly be enough to take care of any
naughty girls who need to be dealt with whilst they are here. Have you
placed the other items around the house yet?’<br /><br />‘No that’s my next job.’<br /><br />Sarah
crossed back to the wardrobe and chose one of the canes. She stood
flexing it. Appreciating its weight and knowing exactly how it should be
administered to have the greatest affect on a miscreant’s bottom. She
looked over at Charlotte with a gleam in her eye. ‘Maybe we should try
all these toys out and make sure they are in working order.’<br /><br />Charlotte
backed towards the bedroom door, her hands protecting her rear. ‘Erm I
don’t think that is necessary my love. I’m pretty sure everything will
work just fine.’<br /><br />‘Hmm. Maybe so’ Sarah placed the cane back in
position and closed the wardrobe door ‘I know where it is if all your
chores are not finished on time, don’t I?’ she smiled.<br /><br />Charlotte headed out of the door and back into the hallway before Sarah changed her mind.<br /><br />They
both then had a walk through the rest of the guest rooms. Everything
was ready. Now they had to focus on the final touches to the communal
areas and get the food shopping. They held hands as they walked down the
stairs, each lost in their own thoughts of what the future and in
particular this next week would bring.</div>
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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.<br /><br />‘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.<br /><br />‘Very funny. I just thought I’d get it cut whilst I had the time. Weekends at home always seem so busy’<br /><br />‘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.<br /><br />‘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?’<br /><br />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.<br /><br />‘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.’<br /><br />‘Linds, I want to believe you. You have been horrible to me, I was sure that you wanted us to break up’ Sara began<br /><br />‘Sara no..’ Lindsey interrupted<br /><br />‘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’<br /><br />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.’<br /><br />Uncertain of exactly where this was leading, Lindsey asked ‘What do you mean? Take over what role?’<br /><br />‘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.’<br /><br />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’?<br /><br />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?’<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Lindsey looked shocked ‘Oh my God she didn’t!!’<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />‘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.<br /><strong></strong><br />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!’<br /><br />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.<br /><br />A single word ‘Sharon’ was all she said in greeting. Sharon stepped away from the door and allowed her visitor entrance.<br /><br />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?’<br /><br />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
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On
entering the cottage Sara called out to Lindsey only to be met by
silence. On the kitchen table, written at the end of Sharon’s original
note, Lindsey had scribbled a message to say she had walked into the
village. Sara felt a wave of disappointment.<br />
<br />
She flopped down on
the sofa and began leafing through a gardening magazine. Sharon sat in
the armchair opposite. After a few minutes Sharon asked ‘Are you
actually reading that?’<br />
<br />
‘<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hmm</span>?’ Sara answered her, seemingly engrossed in the intricacies of the correct methods to take cuttings from woody plants.<br />
<br />
‘I was just wondering, when you are going to get chance to garden being that you live on the 8<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> floor of an apartment building in London. Do you even have a window box?’<br />
<br />
Sara looked up, ‘I have no idea how to give a spanking! I mean I’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ve</span>
never seen one or received one. How do I know how hard or long? I might
make an idiot of myself. God, I mean do I take her pants down? Does
she? What the hell am I thinking and why am I discussing this with you?
Christ, this whole thing is bloody mad.’ Sara threw down the magazine
and strode through the living room and into the kitchen.<br />
<br />
Sharon followed her and found her staring out of the window. Arms folded and shoulders hunched.<br />
<br />
‘Sara turn around and look at me please.’ Sharon demanded her voice firm.<br />
<br />
Sara sulkily turned to face Sharon. The tension and frustration she was feeling showing in the frown on her face.<br />
<br />
‘Sara
I want you to know that I am growing very fond of you and if you will
allow it I would like it if you let me take care of you in ways that
your mother should? If you and Lindsey stay together, which I really
hope you do, then as I said on the fell this morning, as far as I am
concerned you will be like a second daughter to me.’ Sharon spoke gently
with warmth and sincerity.<br />
<br />
Sara felt her face redden and tears
come to her eyes, with difficulty she said ‘I would like that. I can’t
explain it but I feel at home here. I feel like I already know you and I
trust you. Lindsey is lucky to have you and I would be very proud to be
a part of your family.’<br />
<br />
Sharon covered the 3 steps separating
them and took Sara in her arms. She stroked her hair. ‘That’s good
honey. I think you need someone you can lean on once in awhile huh?’<br />
<br />
Sharon stepped back her face very serious. ‘Now miss, I will not have you cursing in front of me, understand?’<br />
<br />
Nervously Sara replied ‘Yes ma’am. Sorry I just felt so frustrated that Lindsey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">wasn</span>’t here and I don’t know how to handle things anyway.’<br />
<br />
‘I
get that, but no excuses. I also have not been too impressed with the
tone you have used with me on a couple of occasions this morning. Worst
of all though, is that you have allowed yourself to be treated so badly
by Lindsey for so long. You are worth more than that and you need to
take responsibility for taking care of yourself. In my opinion I really
think you have earned yourself a trip over my knee.’ Sharon’s tone left
no room for doubt that she was serious.<br />
<br />
Sara gasped. She had not
expected this! Her stomach flipped. A spanking? Really? ‘I..I don’t
know. I mean I’d be so embarrassed. I don’t want a spanking!’<br />
<br />
‘Sara
I’m not asking if you want a spanking. I’m telling you that I think you
need and deserve one. Are you going to argue with me?’ Sharon folded
her arms and Sara felt she suddenly seemed to fill the room with her
authority.<br />
<br />
Sara felt her thirty one years fall away; she was a child again only this time she felt safe and cared for. Although she <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">didn</span>’t want the pain that would surely come from a spanking she did want to feel Sharon taking care of her. She <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">couldn</span>’t
remember the last time she had been able to let go and allow someone
else to protect her, tell her what to do or scold her for misbehaviour.
She very much wanted a mother and she very much wanted it to be Sharon.
‘No ma’am I am not arguing with you.’ She said quietly.<br />
<br />
‘Good girl. I think we should go upstairs and deal with this now.’<br />
<br />
Mutely
Sara followed Sharon upstairs. Her legs carrying her but she felt a
little numb. They entered Sharon’s room and she watched Sharon pull out a
chair and sit down. She motioned to Sara to come and stand by her side.
Sharon looked up into Sara’s eyes from her seated position. ‘Honey, I
think that this is the right thing and it will help you in many ways. If
you choose to turn around and walk out now it will not change how much I
care for you or what I think of you. This has to be your choice. Do you
want me to continue? Do you need time to go and think about it?’<br />
<br />
Sara responded ‘No ma’am, I mean yes ma’am. I mean I kind of don’t want it but I do if that makes sense?’<br />
<br />
Sharon
gave a small laugh. ‘Believe it or not Sara I understand you
completely.’ Turning serious once again she went on ‘Right young lady.
In this house spankings are given on the bare. You need to unzip those
jeans and pull them and your panties to your knees.’<br />
<br />
Sara felt her face grow hot ‘<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Ok</span>.
I feel really silly though.’ She said as she fumbled with her
fastening. As she pulled her panties down, Sharon reached out and pulled
her forward and over her knee.<br />
<br />
‘Well maybe you will remember
feeling silly and try not to find yourself in this position again! Now I
am going to spank you and all you have to do is lay there. I do all the
work here you just do not move and do not try and put your hands back
here. Understand me?’ Sharon used all the authority she could muster in
her voice, she wanted Sara to know that she was taking her job
seriously.<br />
<br />
‘Yes ma’am I understand. How many? I mean how long will it go on for?’ Sara almost pleaded to know.<br />
<br />
‘Until I think you’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">ve</span> learned a lesson.’ Sharon said as she brought down her hand smartly across Sara’s upturned bottom.<br />
<br />
Sara gasped and jerked. Surely that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">couldn</span>’t
just be her hand? It felt like steel. Before she finished that thought
several more swats had landed across her rear. Sara struggled to stay
still. Her hands grasped the legs of the chair and she focused on the
pattern of the carpet which lay not far beneath her.<br />
<br />
The spanks continued to build a fire that made Sara begin to squirm.<br />
<br />
‘Stop wriggling miss’ Sharon warned aiming several slaps to the top of Sara’s thighs.<br />
<br />
‘Ow.
It hurts. Please stop now. I promise I won’t ever swear in front of you
again or anywhere again!! I’ll watch my tone and I won’t let Lindsey
treat me badly. I promise. Ow, ow’<br />
<br />
Sharon smiled down at her new charge and shook her head, a gesture that Sara <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">couldn</span>’t
witness. She remembered how many promises Lindsey had made in the past
when she had been in this position! She continued to redden Sara’s
behind.<br />
<br />
After several more minutes of spanking and reprimanding
Sara to stay still, Sharon stopped. Sara was not crying but she was
breathing heavily from her ordeal. She moaned frequently and wiggled her
bottom trying to obtain some relief.<br />
<br />
‘Now at this point I usually give Lindsey a good dozen or more swats with the paddle.’ Sharon explained<br />
<br />
Immediately Sara exclaimed ‘Oh no please no more. I am really sorry. It really hurts. Can we please just stop now? Please?’<br />
<br />
‘Shh.
I’m speaking.’ Sharon scolded ‘As this is your first spanking I am just
going to give you five swats with the paddle so you know what it feels
like and know what you want to avoid in the future. If you make any fuss
or move I will add extra.’<br />
<br />
Sharon leaned over, opened the
dresser drawer and took out the paddle. She heard Sara take a deep
breath and clench her butt cheeks.<br />
<br />
‘You need to try and relax
honey please. I won’t continue with you all clenched up like that. Come
on loosen up before I add extra punishment strokes.’<br />
<br />
Using all
her will power Sara relaxed her bottom and immediately felt the paddle
land with a loud smack. She realised that a long spanking with this
paddle was to be avoided at all costs, Sharon’s hand was painful enough
but this thing..... Sharon quickly and efficiently delivered the final
two swats to the back of Sara’s thighs making the younger woman yell
out.<br />
<br />
‘<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Ok</span>
Sara. It’s over. You did really well. You lay there for a minute and
get your breath. Sharon replaced the paddle in the drawer and stroked
Sara’s back. ‘You OK to get up now?’<br />
<br />
‘Yes ma’am. Sara carefully stood up with her hands immediately going to her bottom to gently try and rub some of the heat away.<br />
<br />
‘Get
yourself dressed. You can go and rub it better in your own room.’
Sharon said somewhat less sternly than earlier but Sara had no intention
of testing her. ‘Yes ma’am’ she said as she pulled up her jeans,
wincing as the material trapped the heat and chaffed her sore skin.<br />
<br />
Sharon
stood and put her arms around Sara. Sara responded holding onto her.
Feeling the warmth and caring. Remembering all the times she had lain in
bed as she was growing up, wishing her mum would come and talk to her,
hug her, tell her that things would be OK. Remembering when she had
smoked cigarettes in the street, drank beer under age, came home late
and her mother had simply ignored her or told her that she would be
happy if she just got out of the house. So she had learned that no-one
cared, she had learned that she <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">couldn</span>’t
rely on anyone else to keep her safe and give her boundaries. Now here
she was getting her first spanking. Being told that she was not allowed
to let someone treat her badly. That she was worth caring about. She
felt something inside her shift and the tears came in great wracking
sobs. She held on to Sharon as if her life depended on that hug. Sharon
responded by holding her tighter. She made soothing noises but allowed
her to cry and cry. She stroked her back and led her to the bed where
Sara curled into a ball and laid in Sharon’s lap her arms still tightly
around her.<br />
<br />
An hour later Sara opened her eyes. She had fallen
asleep exhausted still in Sharon’s arms. Immediately Sara sat upright,
embarrassed and stuttering ‘I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I
just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">couldn</span>’t stop myself. I’m not normally like that. I don’t cry like that.’ Sara swung her legs onto the floor and went to get up.<br />
<br />
Sharon
gently placed her hand on Sara’s shoulder preventing her from going.
‘Don’t you dare apologise Miss Sara. You did exactly what you needed to
do and I’m glad I was here for you. It is OK. You are OK. Don’t make me
spank you again for beating yourself up!’ she smiled<br />
<br />
Sara managed a small laugh. ‘No ma’am I don’t want another spanking! Thank you Sharon…for everything’<br />
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Sharon nodded and smiling at each other Sara walked, a little painfully from the room.<br />
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<b style="background-color: #ffff66; color: black;">When
Lindsey awoke the next morning Sara was no longer lying next to her.
She sat up and called her name but there was no answer. She looked at
her watch, 10.30</b>am; she <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">couldn</span>’t
remember the last time she had slept in so late. She hopped out of bed,
noticing that her behind was still stinging. That was usual; her mum
believed if a spanking was warranted it should be thorough.<br />
<br />
She
made her way downstairs but found that the house was empty. A note lay
on the kitchen table telling her that her mum and Sara had left an hour
earlier for a walk in the hills. Oh no, she began to imagine what the
topic of conversation might be. She groaned and threw herself face down
on the sofa, covering her head with one of the cushions. She shouted
into the sofa ‘Oh <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Fuccckkkk</span>!’ but only because she was confident her mum <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">couldn</span>’t hear her!<br />
<br />
Sara
found the scenery breathtaking, nearly as breathtaking as trying to
keep up with Sharon as they strode out on across one of the local fells.
Despite how physically fit she thought she was, Sara’s legs were
feeling the ascent. The sun was shining and the day could have been
described as perfect except Sara thought, here I am with a woman I
hardly know, who spanks her adult daughter whom happens to be the woman I
love. She had no reference point for how this conversation should even
start.<br />
<br />
When she had dressed and gone to the kitchen this morning Sharon was already there.<br />
<br />
‘Good morning sunshine and how are you doing?’ she’d asked Sara.<br />
<br />
Sara
remembering the sounds of the previous nights spanking had blushed
replying ‘Good morning Sharon. I’m good thanks.’ Sharon had spotted the
blush, guessed its origin and knew they needed to talk.<br />
<br />
‘How about a walk in the hills? I doubt <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Linds</span> will be up for a while yet, she always sleeps late when she is here, I think it’s the air.’<br />
<br />
‘Yeah must be.’ She nodded whilst thinking of her lover’s hot, throbbing behind.<br />
<br />
‘Come on then. I already packed some croissants, fruit and coffee. We can have a picnic when we get to the top of the fell’<br />
<br />
Despite
her reservations, Sara was glad to get out into the air and now here
she was trying to keep up with Sharon who was nearly twice her age. Note
to self to increase gym sessions she thought. As if reading her mind
Sharon laughed ‘I do this walk most days so I’m used to it. I forget I
should slow down when I’m with a townie!’<br />
<br />
After another quarter
of a mile or so of a slightly slower pace, Sharon announced, ‘This is
the spot.’ She took off her backpack and began to retrieve a blanket,
food and flask of coffee.<br />
<br />
Sara stood appreciating the scenery. In every direction the view was stunning. Lake <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Windermere</span>
could be seen in the near distance in all of its shinning, shimmering
glory. Mountains and hills all around them. Sara breathed deeply,
closing her eyes and enjoying the moment.<br />
<br />
‘It is amazing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">isn</span>’t
it?’ Sharon asked looking at the awe in Sara’s face. ‘Sometimes I can’t
believe how lucky I am to have this everyday. The only thing that
saddens me is that Lindsey is so rarely here to share in it. It’s hard
when your kid flies the nest.’<br />
<br />
Sara looked at Sharon not sure what she was feeling but her retort was sharper than she intended ‘Yes, but she <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">isn</span>’t a kid anymore is she? She’s a grown woman now.’<br />
<br />
Sharon was a little taken aback by the disrespectful tone but assumed it related to the events of the night before.<br />
<br />
‘Are you referring to the fact that I spanked my daughter last night?’ Sharon said bluntly. Sara <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">hadn</span>’t
expected such openness from Sharon and without thinking she ploughed on
‘Yes. I heard you. I can’t believe you did that. How could you hurt her
like that?’<br />
<br />
‘Is that what <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Linds</span>
said, that I hurt her?’ Sharon asked quietly. She looked intently at
Sara’s face and saw only confusion. Before Sara could answer Sharon
asked ‘Did your parents ever spank you Sara? You don’t have to answer me
but I’d like you to.’<br />
<br />
The question took Sara by surprise. She
sat on the blanket and looked out towards the lake. She was quiet for a
long moment. ‘No, nothing you would describe as a spanking. I remember
her hitting me once for forgetting to walk the dog. I was eleven years
old but I still remember it clearly. She slapped me across the face and
looked as though she hated me. It was only once but I was more
frightened than I can tell you, I thought she was really going to thrash
me. It <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">wasn</span>’t
that the slap hurt so much as the look she gave me. That was the only
time she ever raised a hand to me but it was enough.’ She went on sadly,
‘As I grew older I think my mum thought less and less about whatever I
was doing. Even if she had thought about it I don’t think she would have
wasted her energy spanking me. I don’t think dad ever knew. He was
rarely around anyway and by the time I was fifteen he had gone
permanently.’<br />
<br />
Sharon’s heart ached. Thirty one years old and she
could hear the hurt of the eleven year old little girl. She wanted Sara
to be a part of her family and to understand how much she loved her
daughter so she pushed on. ‘How are things with your mum now? Do you get
along?’<br />
<br />
Sara gave a small, painful laugh. ‘No we don’t get
along. In fact I haven’t really had any contact with her for over two
years. She made it clear to me that unless I settled down with a nice
man I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">wouldn</span>’t be welcome in their home anymore. And as you see, I found an incredible woman rather than the nice man.’<br />
<br />
Sharon
held in the anger she felt towards this woman who was supposedly Sara’s
mother. How could any woman not want her own daughter? Sara was an
amazing and loving woman. She wanted to comfort her and take away her
pain but she knew she could not do that. Instead she wanted to try and
let her to know that she was wanted in this family but she needed her to
understand how much she loved Lindsey and that she would never hurt
her.<br />
<br />
‘Sara. I don’t know what to say. I have never understood
women like your mother. She has lost so much not having you in her life
and she may never realise it. If she does, then I pity her because I
don’t know how she would deal with that pain. My concern though, is for
you sweetheart. You have been hurt in ways I can only imagine and I wish
I could take that away for you. I need you to understand that I would
never, ever hurt my daughter or do anything that was against her will. I
love her more than my own life. When I spank her we both agree it is
for her benefit. She needs external boundaries and discipline and as her
mother I try and provide that for her. I don’t enjoy spanking but it is
part of our mother, daughter relationship, a very, very small part and
it works for Lindsay. Did you talk to her about it?’<br />
<br />
‘No we <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">didn</span>’t
talk last night she was too tired. She did say she was OK and she
looked, I don’t know, kind of peaceful.’ Sara admitted, ‘She went to
sleep before I could ask her anything else.’<br />
<br />
Smiling Sharon said
‘Yep, she always falls to sleep right after a spanking. I think it gets
rid of all of her frustrations and guilt as well as dealing with bad
behaviour. You know she grew up without a dad and I had to work <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">full time</span>
as well as bring her up on my own?’ Sara nodded encouraging Sharon to
continue. ‘That was OK when she was younger but as she became an older
teenager she got a bit rebellious. Skipping school, missing her curfew,
not serious trouble but it could have headed that way. I tried all the
usual punishments; groundings, denial of pocket money and privileges but
nothing was working. We were fighting a lot. She was angry and
disrespectful. I have to admit that the first time I spanked her I felt
it was a last resort and I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">didn</span>’t
feel good about it. But you know – it worked! She was 16 years old and
as stubborn and stroppy as any teenage girl I had met but after that
spanking her behaviour improved and more importantly our relationship
improved. Don’t get me wrong she <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">didn</span>’t
turn into an angel overnight but we fought much less. If she broke a
rule and got a spanking it was quick and it was over, there was a clean
slate and we started again. She seemed a lot happier and she told me she
was. I listened to her then and I do now. I give her what she needs,
that’s my job. I hope that you can understand and talk to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Linds</span> about it.’<br />
<br />
Sara had been listening so intently she <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">hadn</span>’t
noticed the coffee in her cup had gone cold or that the sun had risen
higher in the sky and was starting to bake the soil. Her only thought
was of her Lindsey. How much she loved her. How much her mother
obviously loved her. How lucky she was to have a mum who cared so much.<br />
<br />
Sara
tried to take in all Sharon had said. She thought of Lindsey’s temper
of her deteriorating behaviour over the past months. She thought of how
frustrated Lindsey had seemed whenever Sara tried to calm her with
sympathy. Lindsey had always responded by getting even angrier and
goading Sara into responding more forcefully.<br />
<br />
‘I think I do
understand’ she almost whispered. ‘In fact I think Lindsey has been
crying out for a spanking for months. She has been pretty obnoxious’ she
looked quickly at Sharon ‘sorry I know she’s your daughter but she can
be a real pain!’ Sharon smiled and nodded. ‘In fact I think she has
asked me to spank her. Not right out but in the way she has been with
me. Pushing me and almost daring me to do something about it. I just
never thought, well, that she might be serious. Why do you think she
needs that?’<br />
<br />
Sharon shrugged he shoulders ‘I am not absolutely sure. As I’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">ve</span>
grown older I don’t question the whys so much anymore. I just think
everyone is wired differently and this is just Lindsey’s way of dealing
with life. I thought for a while it was because I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">hadn</span>’t
paid her enough attention when growing up. You know I was working a
lot. She had to take on responsibilities for herself from being pretty
young. Whatever the reason it just is how things are and I have given up
on analysing! One day Lindsey may tell me she <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">doesn</span>’t want or need it anymore and that will be fine too.’<br />
<br />
‘Thanks
for trying to explain it to me. I was pretty shocked. The way you talk
about it makes it sound like an act of love.’ Sara looked at Sharon and
tried to reconcile the picture of this attractive older woman, hair
blowing in the gentle breeze looking as though she <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">wouldn</span>’t swat a fly, with the image she had of her whaling on Lindsey’s behind!<br />
<br />
‘It
is love honey. I promise you that. It is very different than how you
describe being hit by your mum. I’m so sorry that happened to you.’<br />
<br />
‘Yeah,
I can see that.’ Sara laughed ‘I never thought I would be jealous of
someone getting a spanking! I wish I could have had that kind of love in
my life.’<br />
<br />
Sharon looked over at this strong young woman who so
obviously cared deeply for her daughter. She thought to herself, oh
sweetheart you have now. She reached over and put her hand on Sara’s.
‘Sara I hope very much that you can accept the way our family works and I
hope that you want to be a part of it. I would be very proud to have
another daughter!’<br />
<br />
Sara blushed deeply. She looked at Sharon and
saw her genuine warmth and caring as she smiled. She wondered if by
being part of the family Sharon meant that Sara would be spanked too!
She decided that this was not the time to ask as she <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">wasn</span>’t sure what answer she wanted to hear. Sara nodded, smiled and gave Sharon’s hand a squeeze.<br />
<br />
They both took a bite of croissant and drank the now very cold coffee. ‘<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Ergh</span>. Too much talking and not enough drinking. I hate cold coffee’ Sharon complained.<br />
<br />
‘So what are you going to do about Lindsey then? Sharon asked.<br />
<br />
‘Do?’ Sara looked perplexed.<br />
<br />
‘Well
sweetheart I can’t come back to London with you and I know how
obnoxious my lovely daughter can get when a trip over the knee is over
due. Maybe if you two are going to make a go of things you need to think
about how you are going to deal with her.’<br />
<br />
Shocked Sara responded ‘You’re saying I should spank your daughter?!’<br />
<br />
Sharon shook her head slowly ‘I’m not saying what you should or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">shouldn</span>’t
do. I do know that I have heard you both say that you are having
problems and that both of you think a lot of that is about Lindsey’s
behaviour. I just want you to know that whatever the two of you decide I
am here to support you, both of you.’<br />
<br />
Sara looked up into the
incredible blue sky. Of all the conversations she thought she may have
this weekend this had never even entered her head. Strangely though as
bizarre as it should seem, as wrong as it should seem to be discussing
spanking her partner, it just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">didn</span>’t.
Something felt very right. Suddenly Sara felt empowered. She imagined
putting Lindsey over her knee and reddening her bottom the next time she
yelled at her or threw something across the room. What would happen?
Would it work? She stood up and brushed off her trousers.<br />
<br />
‘Is it
OK to get back now? I think I need to speak to Lindsey’ Sara looked and
sounded decisive. Sharon nodded and followed her lead standing and
putting the rug and mugs back into her backpack. Sara began to stride
back in the direction they had come a woman full of purpose and a new
confidence. Sharon shrugged her backpack onto her shoulders and wondered
briefly if her daughter was going to thank her for this!
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<b style="background-color: #ffff66; color: black;">Lindsey knocked gently on her mum’s bedroom door</b>.<br />
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‘Come on in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Linds</span>’ her mum answered.<br />
<br />
Lindsey
opened the door and went in to her mum’s spacious bedroom. Decorated to
make the most of the exposed beams and leaded windows. It held a double
bed that Sharon <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">hadn</span>’t
shared with anyone for many years. Lindsey’s father died when she was
very young so she had raised Lindsey alone. As Lindsey got older her mum
had one or two relationships but none had lasted more than a few
months. Sharon joked that she was too set in her ways to have someone
else come and mess-up her house! The remainder of the furniture
consisted of an old oak wardrobe and a matching dressing table with a
straight backed chair in front of it.<br />
<br />
Sharon sat on the edge of the bed, also now dressed in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">PJs</span>, light blue satin, which complimented her slightly greying <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">blonde</span> hair and blue eyes.<br />
<br />
‘I
thought you were going to keep me waiting young lady.’ Sharon spoke
sternly. Dressed for bed, her daughter looked far younger than her
twenty five years. She hung her head slightly and answered,<br />
‘No mum, sorry. Sara wanted to talk to me; I just got caught up a little.’<br />
<br />
‘Well now I want to talk to you. Come and sit next to me.’<br />
<br />
Lindsey
immediately did as she was told. She wished they were just going to
talk and maybe hug for a while but she knew better than that.<br />
<br />
‘So
young lady. Can you explain to me your disgraceful attitude and
language when you telephoned me last week?’ Sharon’s eyes bore into her
daughter's. Lindsey regretted tying her hair back thinking it would have
been nice to have something to hide behind right now.<br />
<br />
‘I’m sorry ma. It was a really bad day. Work has been difficult. I did apologise.’ Lindsey tried to reason.<br />
<br />
‘Yes
you did but you know how I feel about that sort of language. I don’t
want to know how you speak with your friends but since when has it been
OK to speak to me like I’m a kid in the street? It <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">wasn</span>’t
just that one call either was it? You have been sullen and back
chatting for weeks now. You know I won’t put up with that. It is
disrespectful to me whether you are here in the house or speaking on the
telephone.’<br />
<br />
Lindsey squirmed on the bed. She knew she had spoken to her mum in ways she <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">wouldn</span>’t
have dared had she been stood in front of her. Somehow the distance of a
phone call had made her brave or stupid! She had become so used to
arguing and yelling with Sara that she <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">hadn</span>’t changed her attitude when she called her mum. Something she knew she was about to regret.<br />
<br />
‘Mum.
I’m twenty five years old. Don’t you think I’m too old for this? It’s
embarrassing and Sara is just next door!’ she protested.<br />
<br />
‘Yes I
do think you are too old to have to be told how to respect your mother.
If you are asking me if I think you are too old for the spanking you
know you are about to get then the answer is, NO. As long as I have
breath in my body it is my job to correct you when you make mistakes,
love you and take care of you, always. You will never be too old for
that. Do you think I’m wrong? Do you want me to let you behave just as
you please no matter who gets hurt? Should I ignore it when I see you
making mistakes? Tell me honey, if that is the kind of mum you want?’
Sharon spoke quietly and calmly, all the while looking into Lindsey’s
eyes.<br />
<br />
‘No mum. I love the way you take care of me. It makes me feel safe and loved.’ Lindsey replied to her mother’s questions.<br />
<br />
‘Do you want me to stop spanking you?’ Sharon asked seriously.<br />
<br />
Lindsey
turned her head away and thought about her mum’s question. She
remembered her very first spanking when she was sixteen. She had been
truanting from school and lying to her mum about it. When she was found
out she expected the usual lecture and weeks of grounding and yelling.
She had been shocked when Sharon had marched her upstairs to the
bathroom and soaped her mouth for telling lies. Sharon had then taken
her into her bedroom made her take off her jeans and panties put her
over her knee and given her a long, hard spanking which Lindsey had
never forgotten. She had complained to her mum then that she was too old
to be spanked. Her mum had replied that she had actually been too young
to spank until now but she was of an age now when she needed to start
being more accountable for her behaviour. Sharon had promised that from
that day forward spanking would be part of Lindsey’s life. Sharon had
kept her word, spanking Lindsey’s bare bottom whenever she felt she
needed it. It <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">didn</span>’t happen often and Lindsey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">couldn</span>’t remember a single occasion when she <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">hadn</span>’t deserved it.<br />
<br />
‘I’m waiting for an answer Lindsey’<br />
<br />
Lindsey
looked at her mum. She knew she deserved to be punished not just for
the way she had been treating her mum but for the weeks and months she
had been treating Sara so badly. Suddenly she wanted to tell her mum
just how badly she had behaved and how guilty she felt and that she had
wanted to stop but she felt angry inside and just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">couldn</span>’t discipline herself.<br />
<br />
Sharon
saw emotions crossing her daughters face. She saw tears in her eyes and
knew that this was about more than just this spanking.<br />
<br />
‘Tell me
Lindsey. What are you thinking? If you tell me that you don’t need or
want this you can go back to your room now.’ her voice was firm but
gentle. She knew how difficult Lindsey found it to talk about her
deepest feelings.<br />
<br />
Lindsey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">couldn</span>’t
keep her emotions in check any longer and burst out; ‘Ma. I miss you so
much! Sometimes I can hear myself behaving really badly and I can’t
seem to stop myself. I just want you there to smack my butt and scold
me. I can’t explain it but when that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">doesn</span>’t
happen I just feel lost and unsafe. I have been treating Sara so badly
and now I’m frightened that she has had enough of me and will leave me.
I’m so embarrassed because I can’t seem to grow up and do this for
myself. Surely a grown woman <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">shouldn</span>’t
need to be spanked?!’ The tears flowed freely down Lindsey’s red face.
She felt ashamed that she had to admit this to her mother. God she felt
pathetic.<br />
<br />
Sharon held her sobbing daughter in her hands. ‘So I
guess the answer to my question is no you don’t want me to stop spanking
you?!’ They both laughed and held onto one another. After a while
Lindsey stopped crying and Sharon held her at arms length.<br />
<br />
‘Now,
listen to me Lindsey. I am your mother, first and always and I will
always do what I think is best for you even when I think that needs to
involve a spanking. Yes you need to develop some self discipline but it
is OK to need help too. We will talk tomorrow about your situation with
Sara, but right now we have some business to take care of.’<br />
<br />
Lindsey
nodded her head miserably. As much as she wanted her mum to continue to
discipline her she really did not enjoy being spanked. They both stood
up from the bed. Sharon walked over to the dresser and pulled out the
chair. She sat down and beckoned Lindsey to her side.<br />
<br />
‘You know the drill <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Linds</span>.’ Sharon said looking pointedly at Lindsey’s <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">PJ</span>
bottoms. Lindsey pulled them down to her knees and placed herself over
her mother’s lap. ‘Now why are you getting a spanking?’ Sharon began
landing 2 sharp smacks to each cheek.<br />
<br />
Surprised as always by how
much her mum’s hand hurt, Lindsey answered quickly ‘For using bad
language and having a bad attitude ma’am’<br />
<br />
‘Right. You be very grateful I’m not washing your mouth out too <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">missy</span>. If you don’t straighten up you can guarantee I will next time!’<br />
<br />
With
no further ceremony Sharon began to spank Lindsey hard covering every
inch of her bottom and the tops of her thighs with hard, fast swats.
Lindsey started out taking the spanking quietly and holding still but as
the heat began to build she started to wriggle and answer each smack
with an ‘ouch’ ‘ow’ or ‘<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">sorrree</span>
mum!’ Sharon paid no attention to the apologies or pleas for her to
stop. The spanking would be over when she thought her daughter had
learned her lesson and right now she felt that this needed to be a good
spanking, as Lindsey obviously thought she deserved it too. She knew
that it was about more than just correcting bad behaviour. Lindsey was
obviously in pain and she knew how cathartic a good spanking could be,
although she <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">wasn</span>’t going to share with her daughter how she knew. A mother needs privacy in some things!<br />
<br />
After
several more minutes of hand spanking, Sharon stopped. Lindsey knew
better than to move until her mum told her it was over. She had earned
extra punishment more than once by moving before she was had been told.
Her bottom was on fire and she was panting slightly from the exertion of
trying to keep still. She heard her mum reach over to the dressing
table and open the drawer. Her heart sank. The paddle!<br />
<br />
Sharon lifted what looked like a hairbrush from the drawer except that it <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">didn</span>’t
have any bristles. Both sides were silky smooth mahogany wood and both
sides gave an equally wicked sting when applied to the bottom. Lindsey
had never asked where it came from but she sensed it was fairly old and
had seen a lot of action before it became her nemesis. She closed her
eyes and waited for the first swat. She <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">didn</span>’t have to wait long. Her mum was fully into her spanking stride.<br />
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After
several dozen hard swats with the paddle, Lindsey was willing to
promise anything just for it to stop. Tears streamed down her face. She
was no longer even trying not to squirm as it was impossible to stay
still. She wanted desperately to get away from the burning, incessant
spanks. Finally Sharon’s hand stilled. She could hear Lindsey’s quiet
sobs. She gently rubbed her back and neither said anything for a few
minutes.<br />
<br />
Eventually Sharon told Lindsey to get up and pull up her pants. Lindsey moved slowly and winced as the cotton of her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">PJ</span>
bottoms felt rough on her raw behind. Sharon stood up and opened her
arms in an act of love and forgiveness. Lindsey threw herself into the
embrace. Sobbing into her mum’s shoulder and apologising over again.<br />
<br />
Sniff
‘I’m so sorry ma. I will never speak to you like that again. I don’t
know what I was thinking. I love you. I’m sorry you had to spank me’<br />
<br />
‘Ssh my baby girl. It’s over now. A fresh start tomorrow?’ Sharon soothed.<br />
<br />
Hesitantly Lindsey asked ‘Can we talk, you know, some more about … stuff?’<br />
<br />
‘Oh yes. We will be talking some more I promise. Now I suggest you go back to your room before Sara thinks you’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">ve</span> abandoned her.’<br />
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‘<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Ok</span>. What am I going to tell her about this? I can’t tell her I still get spanked!’ Lindsey whined.<br />
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Sharon laughed ‘Sweetheart I don’t know if you’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">ve</span>
noticed but you are not too quiet when you are over my knee and Sara is
only in the next room. She’s a smart girl I think she will have figured
out what just happened!’<br />
<br />
‘Oh no’ groaned Lindsey and she walked, very carefully, back to her room.<br />
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When
Lindsey opened the door to her bedroom she found Sara sitting on the
edge of her bed, eyes as huge as saucers. As soon as the door was shut
she began,<br />
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‘What the hell just happened to you? Did your mum just spank you?!’ Sara sounded incredulous.<br />
<br />
Lindsey sat down heavily on the bed and then shot straight back up her hands flying to her sore bottom.<br />
<br />
‘Ow, jeez, that hurts. I guess that answers your question.’ She blushed.<br />
<br />
‘Oh.’ Sara looked around her as if searching for the right words. ‘I don’t know what to say. Why? I mean <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">aren</span>’t you a bit old for that? What did you do? What is going on Lindsey?’ She looked concerned and confused.<br />
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Lindsey
sat back down on the bed, much more carefully this time! ‘Hon. It’s
fine. I’m OK, well sore and embarrassed that you know my mum still puts
me over her knee but I’m really OK.’<br />
<br />
‘You sure? It sounded like a heck of a smacking?’ Sara really <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">didn</span>’t
know what to think. Was this really OK? Had she stumbled across some
kind of abusive relationship? Yet even as she looked at her lovers face
and saw the dried tears she also saw her look more peaceful than she had
in months.<br />
<br />
‘I promise you Sara, I am absolutely OK. Can we have a
good talk tomorrow and I will explain everything then? I’m kind of
uncomfortable right now and incredibly tired. Can we just curl up
together and sleep?’ Her eyes pleaded with Sara for understanding.<br />
<br />
Sara
nodded and pulled back the duvet for them to scoot under. Lindsey
immediately lay down on her front but cuddled as close to Sara as she
could get. Sara put her arms around Lindsey and before she could even
say goodnight she heard her breathing change signalling that she had
already fallen asleep. It took Sara a lot longer to find rest, her mind
replaying the scene she had heard from Sharon’s bedroom. She felt she
should be horrified but instead she was intrigued and if she was really
honest with herself, a little turned on too. She moved her hand down to
Lindsey’s bottom feeling the heat through her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">PJ</span> bottoms. Yes she was very intrigued indeed.<br />
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I have had various fantasies about parental type spankings for many
years. Not necessarily from parents but from adult authority figures in
general; aunts, guardians,teachers etc. My fantasies have tended to
centre around female characters in their late teens and early 20's being
spanked by an older adult.<br />
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I was never spanked as a child. The
odd smack on the leg but it was rare. Discipline tended to come from my
internal monitor and the need not to be the cause of upset in a home
which was 'broken' in many ways. So I was a very 'good' girl at home and
school. I did very well academically until the age of 16 when I moved
on to a Further Education college to study A levels and then on to
University. I did okish in that I didn't flunk but I certainly never
fulfilled my potential.<br />
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In these more adult environments no-one
monitored whether you turned up to class or how hard you studied. As
long as you did the bare minimum you wouldn't get kicked out and you
would scrape through. So for the first time in my life I skipped A LOT
of classes. I did assignments to basic standards and usually at the last
minute. I acted like a kid without boundaries because in effect that is
exactly what I was. The adults in my life thought I was mature and
responsible but my fellow students knew I was cruising.<br />
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I have
wondered what would have happened if I had had someone in authority
looking over my shoulder with spankings delivered if I didn't put in the
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So
the following story is my attempt to create a fantasy mother - daughter
relationship which in reality may never exist (unless you know
different) . A relationship where the mother is there throughout life to
guide and correct, love and nurture. Where the job doesn't end at a
certain age. A mother who knows that although we may age we still have
the child within who has needs and for some of us those needs may
include discipline. A mother who acts on the old adage 'You're <b style="background-color: #a0ffff; color: black;">never too old</b> to go over my knee young lady'. What if?..............................<br />
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<b>Part 1<br /><b style="background-color: #a0ffff; color: black;">Never Too Old</b>!</b><br />
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As
the train made its way northwards, Sara looked at Lindsey, her
girlfriend of nearly a year, sleeping peacefully in the seat opposite
her. Her ash blonde hair in a slightly wild and unkempt state fell over
her closed eyes. Sara had suggested to her that she had it cut before
the trip. Silly really, Sara knew that making suggestions to Lindsey
about stuff like that almost always sent her into a stubborn mood and
resulted in her doing the exact opposite.<br />
<br />
Sara sighed and shook
her head. She looked out of the window and watched the countryside
flashing by. She wanted to meet Lindsey’s mum, in fact she had wanted to
meet her for a long time but she had still considered backing out of
this trip. Her teaching schedule had been really tough this year and
Lindsey had been working hard on a project at the office hoping it may
eventually lead to promotion. They were both tired but Lindsey’s
behaviour was becoming more and more difficult to tolerate. Sara had
been tempted by the opportunity of some time apart from her. She had
tried being patient and understanding and she had tried getting mad and
yelling. If she thought about it they had really done more yelling than
anything else recently. Sara loved her but she wasn’t sure she could
continue to live with her, a thought that was too painful to dwell upon.
She hoped that this trip may help work things out between them.<br />
<br />
The
train began to slow and pull into yet another station. They had to
change trains at the next stop to make their way to Oxenholme and the
Lake District. Lindsey had grown-up in Manchester. When her mum had
retired last year, at the age of 55, she bought a small cottage amongst
the hills and lakes of England’s most beautiful countryside. Sara was
looking forward to breathing fresh air and having some quiet time after
the hustle and bustle of London.<br />
<br />
‘Wow I really crashed out. Where are we?’ Lindsey asked waking and stretching in her seat.<br />
<br />
‘I
guess not too far from Crewe now, we’ll need to change trains.’ Sara
answered. A nearby passenger glanced in Sara’s direction, noticing her
American accent.<br />
<br />
Although she had been in England for nearly 10
years, Sara still retained the accent of her Dayton, Ohio origin.
Lindsey often teased her but as Sara pointed out, was a Mancunian accent
really any better? The Queen’s English didn’t reach that far north did
it? Sara smiled to herself remembering the first time they had that
argument, the teasing and tickling and eventually love making that
followed.<br />
<br />
‘What are you smiling about?’ Lindsey asked whilst rubbing her hands through her increasingly tangled hair.<br />
<br />
‘Nothing
it doesn’t matter.’ Sara was reluctant to share her fond memories right
now. She was still a little mad at Lindsey for the minor tantrum she
had thrown at Euston station when they hadn’t enough time to get coffee
before they boarded the train.<br />
<br />
Lindsey looked at her lover. For
nearly a year they had been inseparable. Living together for 9 months
already. Sara wouldn’t be considered pretty. Her nose was just slightly
too large, her chin too square but Lindsey had always found her
stunning. She had presence, when she walked into a room people noticed
her. Sara was so together. Her long dark hair clipped back and clothes
pressed. Neat and organised. Dedicated to her job as a psychology
lecturer. She was slim but well toned. She played netball for a decent
local team, so she kept herself fit. She ate healthily and often scolded
Lindsey for her diet of burgers and fries. Lindsey knew Sara was right,
especially since she had noticed recently that it was getting harder to
fasten her jeans and walking to the station left her gasping for air.
For some reason she just found it difficult to take Sara’s advice. She
needed to seem as though she was in-control she had found it difficult
allow herself to rely on anyone else for anything and that included
letting Sara take care of her.<br />
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Around 2 hours later the train
finally pulled in at Oxenholme station. They collected their bags and
lumbered out of the carriage and onto the platform. They dropped their
luggage and looked around for Lindsey’s mum.<br />
<br />
‘Hey girls you made
it!’ a cheerful voice shouted. Sara looked over to see an older and more
rounded version of Lindsey walking briskly towards them.<br />
<br />
‘Mum!
Hi! Great to see you’ Lindsey fell into her mother’s waiting arms,
laughing. Sharing the same clear blue eyes there was no doubt that this
was mother and daughter.<br />
<br />
‘Well, it’s great to see you too my
angel. Well it would be if I could find you under all of this hair.
Don’t they have salons in London then?’ Sharon looked into her daughters
face, holding her mass of fringe back with her hand.<br />
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Lindsey blushed. ‘I know, I know it is a bit wild I guess. I will get it cut whilst I’m up here!’<br />
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Sara
couldn’t believe her ears. Who was this cheerful, compliant, young
woman? Not her Lindsey surely? Her thoughts were interrupted when Sharon
turned to her and held out her arms. Sara responded and walked into the
hug.<br />
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‘Sara I am so, so, happy to meet you. I feel like I already
know you from our talks on the phone and everything that Linds has said
about you.’ She ushered them to pick up their gear ‘Now let’s get in
the car and get home. I’ve got dinner waiting in the oven for us.’<br />
<br />
Sara slung her bag over her shoulder, ‘Thanks Mrs Graham. Dinner sounds great.’<br />
<br />
Sharon
looked at Sara with a frown ‘Ok. First house rule. You call me, Sharon,
we’re friends. Mum or Ma is fine too if that makes you comfortable.’<br />
<br />
‘Yeah and definitely ma’am if you’re in trouble’ Lindsey piped in.<br />
<br />
Sharon
turned and playfully swatted her daughter’s bottom. ‘I think young lady
that if anyone gets into trouble on this trip it is bound to be you!
Sara strikes me as someone who knows how to behave!’<br />
<br />
Lindsey stuck out her bottom lip in response and Sara blushed and laughed.<br />
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They
sat round the dining table eating stew and warm homemade breads. They
chatted about their life in London and their work. Sharon interested and
asking lots of questions. A wood fire snapped and crackled in the
background and the 3 laughed together, catching up and sharing news.
Sara looked at Lindsey’s eyes and thought she hadn’t seen them sparkle
like that in a long time. She hadn’t realised how close her girlfriend
was to her mother or how much she must miss her.<br />
<br />
Sara stood and began to clear away the dishes but Sharon stopped her.<br />
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‘Oh
thank you sweetheart but leave those to me tonight. You two look
exhausted. I know that train journey is no fun, especially after a day
at work. Lindsey, why don’t you take Sara upstairs and show her where
your room and the bathroom are?’<br />
<br />
Sara hesitated a little before she stood. Sharon noticed and felt she understood.<br />
<br />
‘It’s
OK Sara. You two get to share the bed! I know I’m ancient but I am
happy that you are together and it would be ridiculous not allow you to
share a bed when you live together!’ Sharon laughed.<br />
<br />
Sara
reddened not used to being read so easily. ‘Thanks. My mum would go
ballistic if I even suggested it. She would definitely not be cool about
Lindsey and I being together.’<br />
<br />
Sharon gave her a look full of
warmth and understanding.’ It’s OK honey. I want you to be comfortable
here. You’re part of this family now. And I am definitely cool,’ looking
at Lindsey with a rather stern expression she added ‘well about most
things anyway.’<br />
<br />
Lindsey shifted uncomfortably in her seat but
before Sara could ask what the problem was, Sharon continued. ‘Right
rule number 2 of this house. You do what mum says, so upstairs with you
both.’<br />
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They both moved towards the stairs. On impulse Sara went
back to where Sharon was still seated. She bent down and kissed her on
the cheek.<br />
<br />
‘Thank you for making me so welcome’ she said. Seeing
tears in her eyes, Sharon reached up and pulled Sara into a hug. She
didn’t say anything but after a moment she reached down swatted Sara on
her behind and said ‘Bed!’ Sara laughed ‘Yes ma’am I’m going now.’<br />
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As
they climbed the stairs Sharon called ‘Lindsey I think you need to come
and see me in my room when you are ready for bed, we need to have a
discussion.’<br />
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Looking concerned, Lindsey paused on the stairs., swallowing she let out a quiet, ‘Yes ma’am.’<br />
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When
they had entered Lindsey’s room and shut the door. Sara said ‘Your mum
is fantastic. I love her already! I wish my mum was like her – even a
little bit!’ Sara had very little contact with her parents since she had
come out to them as being a lesbian. She had 2 sisters who had both
married early and had children and stayed at home to take care of them.
Sara saw nothing wrong with that but it wasn’t a life for her. Her mum
though had made it very clear that she had little time for an
independent, career minded and worst of all LESBIAN daughter.<br />
<br />
Lindsey
stroked Sara’s cheek. ‘I know how hard it is for you when you think of
your family. I’m sorry if being here makes it worse.’<br />
<br />
‘God. No. It doesn’t! Yes I’m envious but at least I get to be a part of this.’ And then she added sadly ‘for now at least’<br />
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‘What does that mean?’ Lindsey asked anxiously.<br />
<br />
‘Well.
The way you have been behaving lately I am not sure you really want to
be with me. I can’t help but wonder if you are trying to push me away. I
have to admit I am struggling. It’s like you won’t let me in and you
turn into a spoiled child sometimes and I don’t know what to do about
it.’<br />
<br />
At that moment they heard Sharon climbing the stairs and
going into her room. Lindsey stood up quickly from the bed where she had
been sitting and began to sort through her bag for her PJs.<br />
<br />
‘I’m
sorry Sara. I want to talk to you about this but I can’t keep my mum
waiting. I need to shower and change. Can we talk properly tomorrow?’
Lindsey seemed agitated and eager to get to the bathroom.<br />
<br />
‘What is going on? Why can’t we talk later?’ Sara asked puzzled.<br />
<br />
Lindsey
smiled ruefully ‘I am pretty sure I won’t feel like talking when I get
back from one of my mum’s ‘discussions’. Look I can’t explain now. Can
you please just give me a chance and let us talk tomorrow?’<br />
<br />
‘Ok.
Another night isn’t going to make a difference. I’m really tired anyway.
You shower first and go see your mum and I’ll wash and unpack whilst
you are gone.’<br />
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After showering and changing, Lindsey made her way
across the landing and stood nervously outside her mum’s room. It had
been a while since she had made this trip but she remembered only too
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As Carla sat in the lecture hall awaiting the tutor, she looked around her at the other students. Mainly in their late teens and early twenties, there was an air of optimism about them, and laid back exteriors which betrayed only the merest hint of the anxiety they were all feeling about the upcoming exams.
Carla had been at university for six months. After her long conversation with Diane about how unhappy she was, they had decided that she would come up with a plan for how she could change things. Carla had admitted her desire to get the education she had missed out on in her younger years. Diane had 'suggested' that she sell her flat and use the funds to get herself through university and make a career change while she was still young enough. Carla had argued but Diane's encouragement, which was aimed mainly at her bottom, had finally persuaded her it was a good idea. When she had told Diane she was afraid she would fail, that she would be a bad student, Diane had merely raised her eyebrows and said, 'Really little one, do you imagine I will allow you to be a bad student? I am sure I will be able to offer you suitable motivation.' They had smiled and hugged and the deal had been made.<br />
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Since then Carla had surprised herself. She had proved to be a diligent student, not yet requiring any motivation from Diane. She enjoyed her lectures and the work. For once she was doing something she was interested in, rather than the monotony of a 9-to-5 job she hated. Her worries about being the oldest student had also been unfounded. There were many more mature students at the university, some much older than she. Strangely though it was the younger crowd she enjoyed. Some had seen her as an 'adult' figure to turn to for advice and to share confidences. Others had enjoyed shocking her with tales of their antics in the dorm rooms. All had teased her about her hard-working approach to her studies but many had looked to her for help or to ask her to be their research or study partner. She had fit in well and she loved her new life.<br />
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A blonde-haired girl of 19 threw herself into the seat next to Carla's, rousing her from her musings. Carla looked at the girl and her somewhat dishevelled state.
'Jeez, do you have some aspirin or something? I didn't think I would make it here this morning. I feel like hell!’
Carla reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of water and a packet of aspirin. Handing them to the girl she said, 'I suppose this is because you were up so late studying last night?' her eyebrows raised and a hint of irony in her voice. Gemma had the good grace to blush.
'It was 2 for 1 drinks in the student bar in town last night. I maybe got carried away. I haven’t actually been to bed yet,' she said as she swallowed two pills with a mouthful of water.
Carla shook her head and gave Gemma a disapproving look. 'Are you ever going to get down to some studying? At this rate you are going to fail and get kicked out. You are getting worse as the exams get nearer! Do you want to end up getting a dead end job, Gemma? You could do so well if you just applied yourself.'
'Oh Carla, stop worrying. Really. You sound like my mother. Well, what I imagine my mother would sound like if she gave a shit!' she smiled. Rifling through her bag she said, 'Bugger, can I borrow a pen and paper? I left them at home.'
Tutting and shaking her head, she gave Gemma the supplies she needed for the lecture, not for the first time and Carla knew probably not for the last. She was about to continue her scolding but the tutor entered the room and for the next hour they heard about the psychological theories of what motivates humans.<br />
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After the lecture was over, Gemma and Carla followed their usual ritual of going to the campus coffee shop together. Once seated with their respective drinks, tea for Carla and a double espresso for Gemma, Carla fixed Gemma with a serious stare.
'You know I am worried about you, love. You are coming to class more and more often in this state. What is going on?' She put her hand on Gemma's gently patting it to encourage her to talk.
'I'm fine...' Gemma began but Carla interrupted quickly.
'And do not tell me you are fine. I know you well enough now to know that this is pretty extreme behaviour, even for you.'
Gemma sighed and looked at Carla's hand over her own. She knew if she could talk to anyone it was to her. They had become close but unlikely friends from the first day of their course. Carla was warm and easy to talk to. She was fun to be with but there was a solid, dependable air about her that Gemma enjoyed being around. It made her feel...safe.
'I don't know, Carla. The house is getting more and more difficult to be in. All of my house mates have partners or serial partners and their antics are not quiet! They are coming and going at all hours of the night and then there are parties. I can hardly not go to parties in my own house!'
'Uh huh. Last night was not a party at your house though, was it? If you can’t cope with the noise have you tried talking to them? It is your home too. What about moving out?' Carla asked.
'I am short of money. The rent was paid upfront for the term. I can't afford to move out. And have you ever tried talking to three 20-year-old horny guys who are usually either pissed or stoned!' Gemma said.
'Stoned? You mean they are doing drugs in the house?' Carla asked, shocked.
Gemma laughed at her friends expression. 'Really Carla, what century are you in? Of course they do drugs. It is really no big deal.'
Carla shook her head. 'Wait a minute. Are you doing them too?' she asked, her tone hardening as she fixed Gemma with a glare.
Gemma blushed. Suddenly aware that Carla was becoming quite angry. 'It is OK, Carls. Really I know what I am doing. I don't do it every night.'
Carla was lost for words. She knew her young friend had been partying hard and was letting her work suffer but she had not thought that she was the type to be involved in drugs. She knew her attitude towards them was pretty hard-line but she had seen the damage it had done to some of her own friends when she was younger and there was no way she was going to sit and watch Gemma while she messed her life up. She cared for her far too much.
'I think we should continue this conversation somewhere more private,' Carla said decisively. 'I want you to come round to my house tonight for dinner. Bring your books with you and we can study afterwards. In fact why not bring your overnight stuff and stay. That way I will at least know you will get to lectures in one piece tomorrow.'
Gemma was surprised, Carla had never invited her home before. She knew that she lodged with a woman, although she wasn't sure of the exact nature of their relationship. She knew that Carla had a deep affection for Diane and treated her almost as a mother. 'OK,' she said uncertainly, 'but there really is nothing to talk about. Everything is fine. A night of girly chat sounds cool though so I'll take you up on your offer.'
'Hmm. Perhaps you are right. Talking about it may not be the best way forward,' Carla said thoughtfully as she gathered her bags to go. 'I'll see you at 7:00 p.m. Try and be on time, Diane is not too keen on tardiness.' Before Gemma could respond, Carla got up from her chair and left the shop.<br />
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At 7:20 p.m. Gemma knocked on Diane and Carla's door. After a short moment Carla opened the door and invited Gemma in.
'Sorry I am a bit late. Got caught up with a phone call on the way out and missed the bus,' Gemma panted throwing her overnight bag to the floor and shrugging off her jacket.
'That's OK. I've never actually known you be on time for anything. Luckily Diane isn't joining us tonight so there is no rush to eat,' Carla said, leading the way into the living room.
The air was fresh and everywhere looked clean and tidy, a stark contrast to the student dump in which Gemma lived. 'This is nice,' she said easing into one of the armchairs. Carla smiled at her young friend and sat in the chair opposite her. 'So where is Diane tonight then? I didn't scare her away did I?' Gemma enquired.
Carla laughed. 'The idea of Diane being scared off is kind of funny! No. She had already arranged to see a friend tonight. Anyway it may be better if you and I have some privacy for our 'discussion,'' she said meaningfully.
''Wow. That sounds serious,' giggled Gemma. 'You going to spill all your secrets then? Should I have brought more wine?'
Carla regarded her with a solemn expression. 'Gemma, I don't think you realise how serious I am here. I am worried about you. Your health and your studies. I know that you don't have anyone that looks out for you, that your parents are not involved in your life much. I feel as your friend I need to address things with you while there is time. Before you make mistakes that you regret.'
Gemma's smile left her face and she looked at Carla with a slightly confused expression. 'OK, I know that you are worried about the drugs but really there isn't an issue. The studying...well, OK things have not been going well but I will get it together. I mean as long as I pass the exams I am fine.'
'It is not just that though, is it? When was the last time you actually ate properly? Or went a whole day without having a drink? Or got an essay in on time? I know that you are on academic probation, Gemma. I couldn't help noticing the letter on your desk the other day.'
Gemma jerked her head in surprised indignation. 'You had no right snooping around my desk!'
Carla held up her hands to stop further outbursts. 'Gemma! I was not snooping. You asked me to pass you a book and the letter was there in full view. I couldn't miss it. And don't change the subject -- you are in enough trouble, young lady.'
Gemma quietened at the change in Carla's tone. Her friend had never 'young lady'd' her before. In fact she had rarely scolded her more than beyond the odd joke about her lateness. Their age difference had been mainly shown in their different taste in music. What was going on? Part of Gemma wanted to tell Carla to 'go to hell' but the other part was strangely fascinated by what was happening.
'Trouble?' Gemma asked tentatively.
'Yes trouble. I cannot in good conscience sit back and let you harm yourself anymore. You have so much potential and you need someone to take care of you. I am very fond of you, you know that?' Carla asked gently.
Gemma nodded. 'Well, I know you have been a good friend. You are always helping me and listening to me. I am fond of you too,' she said, a little embarrassed.
'You remind me a little of myself before I came to live with Diane, and OK , maybe a little of how I can still be sometimes. I didn't have the most involved parents either. I ran a little wild and dropped out of school early. Which is why I am only just starting at University now. I wasted a lot of years. Then I met Diane and she has been taking care of me and motivating me and keeping me out of trouble since. I want to do the same for you.'
'She takes care of you. Like cooks and cleans and stuff?' Gemma asked.
Smiling, Carla said, 'Well we share domestic chores, although yes, Diane does do most of the cooking I admit! I was thinking more along the lines of my emotional and mental health though. She takes care of my …..disciplinary needs.' She looked carefully at Gemma to see if the girl understood what she was saying.
'Disciplinary needs? What on earth do you mean? She gives you rules and stuff?' Gemma had not yet understood Carla's meaning, perhaps not surprisingly.
'Well yes. She gives me rules and some I set for myself. Diane deals with the consequences of me breaking the rules. She disciplines me. Sometimes …..physically.' Carla found that it wasn't the easiest thing to explain now that she was having to do it. In her head it had seemed more straightforward. She had forgotten that adults spanking adults was not the norm for most people even though it was the most natural thing in the world to her.
Gemma spluttered. 'You mean she ssspanks you? You let her hit you? Oh my God. That is insane!' She stood up from her chair and walked to the window.
Carla stayed seated and decided to ride the storm calmly. 'Yes she spanks me, sometimes. When I need it. When I deserve it. It helps. It makes life very simple in lots of ways. There are rules and there are consequences. Sometimes the consequence is a sore backside. Better that than failed courses, unemployment, alcohol problems or whatever the heck else I would have ended up doing to myself.'
Gemma looked at her in disbelief. 'But you're a grown woman! She is treating you like a child. You cannot think that is right. Carla, it is crazy!'
Carla smiled at her. 'Yes I am a grown woman and this is very much my choice. I live like this because it works for me. I have someone who cares about me. Who takes notice of me and is interested enough to help me make the best of myself and my life. Don't you want that, sweetheart?'
Gemma suddenly felt very tearful. She sat back in her seat.<br />
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'You are serious aren't you? You are happy like this? She really cares about you? You make her sound like your mum or something.'
Laughing, Carla said, 'I suppose it is like getting another parent. I love her a lot. I feel safe and happy and I want you to feel that too. Instead of the rootless life you are leading at the moment. Tell me that you are happy as you are and I will stop talking and go and make dinner.' She leaned forward and looked into Gemma's eyes.
This time the tears that had threatened began to run down Gemma's face. She shook her head. 'No, I can't tell you that. I am not happy. I feel alone and a little scared most of the time to tell you the truth. I hated my life at home. I was glad to get out but now I feel even more lost.' Carla went to Gemma and took her into her arms. She let the young woman sob, gently rocking her and stroking her hair.
'You are not on your own, sweetheart. I am here and I care about you, very much. I want you to let me help take care of you. Let's fix things together.'
Gemma sniffled into Carla's shoulder. 'How? I mean how can we fix it? What can you do?'
Looking down into Gemma's tear sodden face, Carla saw her friend without all the bravado and cheekiness that she usually wore like a mask. She saw a vulnerable little girl who needed her. Suddenly Carla felt sure and certain in a way that she had not before. She knew she could help Gemma and she wanted to more than anything she could remember in recent times. She would give to someone else what Diane had given to her.<br />
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'Well. Firstly we are going to discuss your past behaviour and then we are going to look at the future and what needs to change.'
Gemma nodded still sniffing. 'OK, I guess. We already talked about it though.'
Carla took hold of Gemma's shoulders and held her squarely, looking into her eyes. 'Young lady, I mean that we are going to have a long discussion with you over my knee getting the spanking you so richly deserve.'
'What?! No! Carla, you can't mean that! I am too old to be spanked!' Gemma protested as Carla took her by the upper arm and lead her towards her bedroom. As they went upstairs Gemma continued her protests but did not attempt to pull herself from Carla's grasp.
Once in Carla's room, Carla pulled out a straight backed chair from the side of the room; one used by Diane on numerous occasions to put Carla over her knee. Sitting in the chair, Carla spoke sternly to Gemma who was standing red faced with slumped shoulders looking at her feet.
'Gemma. If you tell me you do not need and deserve this you can go back downstairs and get your bag and leave. I will see you at college tomorrow and we won't discuss this again. Do you want to leave?'
Gemma stood for a long moment not saying anything. Then she looked up, crimson-faced. 'Carla it is soooo embarrassing!'
'Of course it is. It is meant to be and when your bare behind is over my knee no doubt you will feel even more so. I can also guarantee you that when it is over your behind will feel like it is on fire,' she said firmly, and then more gently, 'And you will feel better than you have for a long-time, I promise.'
Gemma looked at her friend and saw nothing but affection. She nodded. 'I want to stay,' she said quietly.
Nodding her approval, Carla took on the business-like tone Diane used when she was about to administer a spanking. 'Right, young lady. Get yourself over here, jeans and panties down and over my lap. Right now please.' She beckoned Gemma to her with a wave of her hand.
Gemma hesitated only for a moment and then walked to Carla. She began fumbling with her belt and buttons, her nervousness making her clumsy. 'Come on, girl. Don't keep me waiting.' Carla was into her stride now. She found the words came naturally, being on the other side of the spanking did not feel all that strange, she was surprised to discover herself.
Gemma quickly pulled down her jeans and panties and lay herself across Carla's lap a little awkwardly. Carla wasted no time in delivering the first smack to the very white bottom in front of her. 'Hmm, not as hard as it needs to be,' she mused to herself, lifting her arm higher and allowing the second smack to hit much harder than the first.
'Oww!' Gemma jerked a little. 'Better,' she thought but also noticed that her hand stung a lot from the impact. 'Maybe this isn't as easy as I thought,' she smiled to herself. Several smacks into the spanking Carla realised her hand wasn't quite up to the job but reluctant to let Gemma know that she continued on regardless of the stinging of her hand. 'Carla smiled to herself.'Ah well. Maybe the saying this hurts me more than you is true!'<br />
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'Why are you getting this spanking Gemma?' Carla knew how much she hated that question and rightly presumed her friend would feel the same way.
'Oh Carla. You know why. You told me!' Gemma unwisely replied. She was rewarded with several very hard smacks to the backs of her thighs.
'Answer my question young lady or we are going to be here all night long. Believe me I don't mind but I think you will get very tired of this before I do!' Although Carla's hand was definitely telling her that wasn't altogether true!
Gemma soon got the idea that answering Carla's questions quickly and completely was the best way forward to save her poor bottom and legs from even worse punishment. Just when Gemma thought the heat in her bottom couldn't get much worse, Carla stopped spanking her.
'Thank God! That really hurt, Carla! Let me up!' Gemma squirmed, attempting to get off her knee. Carla quickly put her arm around Gemma's waist and pulled her back. 'Oh no, Missy. We are nowhere near done. That attitude of yours needs to change before I let you go anywhere.' Reaching over to her dresser she picked up the heavy wooden hairbrush that Diane had so often used on her. Placing it against Gemma's already hot bottom, she raised it high and brought it down with an almighty whack on the centre of her right cheek.
Gemma let out a howl and tried unsuccessfully to buck off Carla's lap. Carla began a rhythm of raising the brush and bringing it down on alternate cheeks. Then she began to change the pattern so Gemma didn't know where the brush would land next. She ensured she covered every part of her bottom and the area where bottom met thigh in particular. She wanted Gemma's first spanking to be memorable. For her part Gemma tried every combination of squealing and moaning and begging to be let up. She kicked her legs and received an admonishment to stay still with hard slaps to her thighs. She soon learned that this was not a part of her anatomy she wanted Carla to concentrate on so she did her best to stay still. She had never felt anything like it in her life. She was in a world of pain. All she could think about was her bottom. She was ready to promise to do anything for it to stop.<br />
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Carla found the hairbrush a much more user-friendly implement than her hand. She was able to concentrate much more on ensuring Gemma was punished rather than on her own discomfort. She also discovered that she was unmoved by Gemma's obvious distress. Having been in this position so many times herself she knew that the upset would be short lived. That Gemma would live and recover quickly and that a thorough spanking was the most effective way to ensure they didn't have to repeat it too soon.
Just when Carla was considering bringing the punishment to an end, Gemma burst into fresh tears. 'I'm sorry Carla. I won't behave like that ever again. I promise. I will do my work. I won't touch anymore drugs. I won't drink! I will live like a nun! Just please stop spanking me! I will be GOOD!!'
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Carla could not help smiling at the thought of her wreckless young friend living the life of a nun. She did believe that she had spanked her enough for one night though. She added another dozen so that Gemma didn't think it was her tears that were bringing the punishment to an end.
Once she had stopped spanking, she rubbed her friend' s back. 'OK. It is over. No more spanking tonight. You can get up sweetheart.'
Gemma stood up slowly. Her face red and tear-stained and her hair dishevelled, she looked every bit a punished brat! '<br />
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You OK?' Carla asked, pulling her into her arms.
Gemma nodded against her disciplinarian's shoulder but said, ‘No ma'am, it hurts!'
Carla laughed a little. 'Of course it does, brat. It is meant to. You need to learn to behave and a spanking that doesn't hurt isn't much use for that!'
Gemma joined Carla's laughter. 'I suppose not. I still don't like it though! You won't do that again, will you? Really I think once is enough.'
Carla raised her eyebrows. 'You are going to behave impeccably from now on because of this one spanking?'
Gemma nodded. ' I am! I don't want to go through that again..ever!'
'Wow! I may go into the spanker's hall of fame,' Carla laughed.
'Hmm. I doubt that,' came a voice from the doorway. They both turned to see Diane standing there watching them with some amusement. 'I seem to recall you promising me something similar, little one. I think it lasted a whole week before you were back over my knee again.'
Gemma gasped seeing the stranger, realising her still half naked state. She quickly went to pull up her pants before Diane said, 'Now, now. I don't believe you were given permission to dress, were you?' She looked to Carla. Carla blushed as if being caught out failing in her duties. 'No ma'am, I hadn't given her permission yet.' she answered. Gemma, with her pants still in her hands half way up her thighs looked from one woman to another uncertainly.
‘Gemma, leave your jeans where they are and go and stand in the corner there until I tell you to come out. Put your hands on your head and do not move or you will find yourself back over my knee. Understand?'
Gemma's natural desire to argue was subdued by her throbbing bottom and the formidable-looking woman who had just entered the room. She shuffled off to the corner and put her hands on her head, mortified that someone else was seeing her being punished.
Diane looked at Gemma's bottom and nodded her appreciation. 'Very good little one. I see you did not spare her.'
Carla blushed at the praise. 'No ma'am, I have remembered what I learned from you. I know it is my duty to spank her thoroughly or not at all.'
'Hmm. Well. I will leave you to complete your duty here. Perhaps when your young charge is settled for the night you will come and talk to me and explain what has been going on in my house?'
Diane's face suggested that Carla may be doing some explaining whilst over her knee and she groaned inwardly. 'Yes ma'am, I will.'
Nodding Diane turned to go. 'What is your name child?' she said to Gemma as she passed her.
Nervously Gemma replied, 'Gemma......ma'am.'
Smiling at the respectful title offered by the young woman, Diane patted her shoulder. 'Welcome to the family, Gemma.'Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520003183918531.post-75769191018447985782012-07-13T12:17:00.000-07:002012-09-02T10:43:07.910-07:00Carla and Diane Part 2Carla walked towards Diane's house with a great deal of trepidation. She had really messed up this week. She had missed a deadline at the office which had caused her boss a great deal of embarrassment and nearly ended up with her getting the sack. The only thing that had saved her had been her extensive knowledge of the current project that was needed if the whole thing was to come together on time. She had been lucky and she knew it. Anyone could miss a deadline but this wasn't the first time she had messed up at work this past year and it wasn't the first time that the cause had been Carla staying out with her friends until the early hours and drinking too much. She knew she was behaving childishly but since a couple of her friends had become single again they had taken to living the life of young students instead of the 30-something professional women they really were.<br />
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It was 2 months since Carla had first visited Diane's home, a place that was fast becoming her second home. She had a spare room which Carla often used one night in the week when she would eat supper with Diane and then spend the evening talking, or watching TV or listening to music. On occasion she would also be disciplined and end up in bed with a very sore behind and a much improved attitude! She loved and respected Diane but she was a little fearful of her too. She hated being lectured and punished, and even more than that, hated letting Diane down. She did want to be good and want her to be proud of her but, well, she was a Bottom and could be a bit of a brat too.
Carla sighed as she rounded the corner into Diane's street. Maybe she just wouldn't tell her. She would never know. After all she hadn't actually been sacked, just got into a little strife. She knew she could make it up to her boss in the next few weeks as more work was due. She could even curb her going out for the next few weeks to make sure she was in good form for the office. That would work, right? Even as she thought it, Carla knew she couldn't and wouldn't lie to Diane. She sure as hell wasn't looking forward to telling her the truth though!<br />
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Diane opened the door before Carla knocked. 'Hey there little one, I saw you walking down the street from out of the upstairs window. You look awfully serious. What is going on with you?' Diane said as she hugged her charge. Carla entered the welcoming hall. The smell of something savoury cooking came from the kitchen but Carla did not feel hungry, she just felt nervous. Diane was going to tan her hide and she feared there was no getting out of it.
Hanging her coat in the hall closet, she followed Diane into the sitting room. It was a large, bright, airy room. It was decorated in a style Carla would dismissively have called chintzy and old fashioned at one time but it suited Diane's warm personality and Carla now found it homey. She threw herself into one of the overstuffed armchairs, settling into the soft cushions as if that would protect her.<br />
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Diane took a seat in the chair opposite and said, 'Well? Little one? I am waiting for an answer. What has you so worried?' Diane's question was firm but full of the warmth and compassion that Carla had come to know and yearn for. She squirmed a little in her seat.
'Nothing ma'am I am fine, really,' she murmured lowering her head and looking up at Diane meekly.
Diane raised her eyebrows. 'Really? That is not how you appear to me young lady. You wouldn't be lying to me would you? That would be very unwise.' The stern look Diane directed her way made Carla sink even further into her seat. She wasn't going to get any room to manoeuvre here, the woman had her figured out before she had even got through the front door!
'No ma'am. I wouldn't lie to you. I am fine...it is just...' she hesitated. Diane's piercing gaze made her continue, 'I got myself into a little trouble at work but everything is OK now. I sorted it out and it won't happen again. So nothing for you to worry about,' she finished quickly.
Diane took a deep breath 'I see,' she said quietly. 'You got into trouble at work,' she paused for a moment and then added, 'again?' Diane had already reprimanded Carla twice before for her attitude and performance at work. One of those reprimands had involved a fairly serious spanking which had left Carla promising that she would NEVER behave like that again. Diane had known at the time that it was unlikely such a promise would be kept but even so she was slightly surprised that it had been broken quite so soon.<br />
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'Tell me what happened.' Her tone left no room for argument. Carla tried to bury herself further into the chair but found she had reached its limit of squash-ability!
'I, erm, I missed a deadline for a report my manger needed for a presentation she was giving. It was kind of important so she was pretty pissed off.' Realising the language she had used, she quickly amended, 'Sorry ma'am! I mean she was angry about it.' Carla wanted the damn chair to swallow her. If it was a movie she could get it to open up and she could fall right through it and maybe land in Australia or New Zealand (she had heard the Tops there were pretty lenient). However, given the look on Diane's face she wasn't sure the other side of the world would be far enough to save her.
'Why did you miss the deadline? Or need I ask? Let me guess. Late nights. Getting into the office late and in no fit state to concentrate on your work? Am I right?' Carla looked shamefaced and nodded miserably. 'Yes ma'am. I suppose that about sums it up.'
Diane stood up and began to pace in front of the fireplace. 'So this is the same behaviour I have already punished you for, twice?! I obviously was far too lenient with you if you have not leaned your lesson yet, miss.' She came to halt in front of Carla and looked down at her. Carla found she was unable to look at her.
'I am really, really sorry ma'am. You did punish me properly last time. I did learn my lesson. I meant to behave. I just....' at this point words failed Carla as she realised she had no excuse. She had behaved badly, childishly and she deserved whatever punishment she was about to receive but she didn't want it! She wanted to eat dinner and sit with Diane and talk and enjoy her company and relax. Instead she was not going to be Diane's little one. She was going to be treated like the naughty girl she had been.<br />
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'Well. I think I will have to make sure that I teach this lesson rather more thoroughly this evening, young lady. I am very disappointed in you. I can see that you cannot be trusted to take care of yourself and monitor your behaviour so that your social life does not interfere with your responsibilities. I am going to have to do that for you it seems.' Diane lectured, towering above Carla, hands on her hips and an angry expression that Carla had rarely glimpsed before.
'Get up from that chair and go into my bedroom. Bring me the hairbrush from the dressing table.' Diane instructed. Carla whimpered but did not move straight away. Diane raised her voice. 'Move NOW!' Carla jumped up and ran from the room and up the stairs to Diane's bedroom. She walked to the dressing table and picked up the large, heavy, mahogany, hair brush. She had only felt it on her bottom once before for a short spanking and it had hurt, the hard wood setting her behind on fire with only a few brief swats.
She entered the living room nervously and found Diane sitting on the sofa. She had taken off her sweater and rolled up the sleeves of her blouse. Carla feared that was not a good omen.<br />
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She handed Diane the brush.
'Take off your jeans and panties, please. Place them on the chair and then come and lay over my lap.' Carla stared at her. Diane had never told her to take them off before, pull them down yes but not remove them altogether. She was a little embarrassed. 'Carla, do not make me ask you again,' Diane warned quietly.
Without further delay Carla pulled off the jeans and panties and placed them over the chair and then fully aware of her half naked state she walked over to where Diane sat. 'You won't be needing those for the rest of tonight little one and I can't abide the fuss of them being kicked off during a hard spanking.' Carla swallowed, this spanking already had a different tone than any she had received before. She had a feeling she was going to be very, very sorry, very soon.
'Now get yourself over my lap. You may as well get as comfortable as you can, you are going to be here for a while.' Diane took Carla by the arm and pulled her over her knee so that her upper body and legs were both supported by the long sofa, whilst her bottom was higher over Diane's lap.
Until meeting Diane, Carla had never been spanked over anyone's knee. She had received the odd swat from her parents and even teacher at school but never had she been spanked properly. Now the position was becoming all too familiar and although it held a certain amount of fear for Carla there was also a comfort and relief associated with being submissive over Diane's lap.<br />
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Right now though, it was the fear of what was about to happen that was uppermost in Carla's mind.
She felt Diane rest the heavy brush on her right bottom cheek. It felt cool and solid. She closed her eyes and waited for the first smack but it did not come immediately. Instead she heard Diane sigh. 'Little one, this is not the way I had hoped we would spend our time together tonight. I do not expect to have to punish you several times for the same issue. However, make no mistake I will punish you however often it takes in order for you to behave yourself and conduct your professional life in a way that is a credit to you. I will not waver. I will not be inconsistent and I will not tire of you. You are mine, I love you and I have expectations and standards of behaviour that you will maintain. Do you understand?'
Clara felt the tears come to her eyes. She had let Diane down, again. She nodded. 'Yes ma'am. I understand and I am sorry I let you down. I am sorry I am a disappointment to you.'
Diane shook her head. 'You have let me down and yourself down Carla but you are not a disappointment to me. You are a bottom, you are my bottom and you need correction and I intend to ensure you get it. Now.' With that Diane lifted the hair brush up to the level of her shoulder and brought it down with an almighty whack against Carla's pale bottom. Immediately a bright red circular type mark appeared on her cheek. Carla cried out in shock and pain. She did not remember it hurting that much! It was burning and that was only one! She was pretty sure she would receive more than that.
Proving Carla correct, Diane delivered an equally hard smack to her other cheek and then began a rhythm of alternating cheeks and position, painting the whole of Carla's bottom an even red colour. Just when Carla felt that all of her bottom had been covered and there was nowhere left to hurt anew Diane turned her attention to the tops of her thighs. She smacked her on the tender sit spots where thigh meets cheeks. She smacked her upper thighs and she continued smacking her all the way down to her knees.
Carla was bucking and squealing. She tried reaching back to cover her thighs with her hand but Diane was quick to intercept and took her hand and held it to her lower back. As the kicking and bucking became more frenzied, Diane stopped the spanking. Carla sobbed in relief thinking it was over. However, Diane had other plans. She readjusted Carla's position so that her legs were spread further apart. Hooking her own leg between both of Carla's she effectively propped the legs open and yet had them pinned down to prevent Carla moving. Carla couldn't see exactly how she was being held down but she knew she couldn't move much at all.
Diane said nothing but Carla felt her pick up the brush again. This time hard swats landed on the inside of her thighs, an area that she had never had spanked before and she found the pain unbearable. The skin was so sensitive here that every swat felt like hell fire and there were a lot of swats.
Carla began to cry out 'Please Diane. Please stop. I will behave. I promise. Please don't spank me anymore!' In between pleading with Diane, her sobs became louder. She was breathless with crying and pleading. Just as she thought she couldn't possibly take any more punishment on her thighs, Diane went back to work on her bottom. This time as the spanks fell, Diane spoke firmly.
'You will NEVER neglect your duties at work again. You will NEVER let yourself down like that again. You are better than that.'
Carla's face was wet with tears. 'Yyyes ma'am! I will be good. Please!'
Finally the spanks stopped. Carla could not believe how much she hurt. Her bottom felt like three times its normal size. The skin was hot and tight and so, so, sore! At that moment she felt that she would never be able to walk or sit again. Diane let her lie there for a few minute until her sobbing subsided.
'Right my little one. Stand up please.' Diane ordered. Slowly Carla got up. Wincing as every movement seemed to inflame her already scorched bottom. 'Now I want you to go and stand in the corner there with your hands on your head and do not move until I tell you you may. Understand?'
Carla nodded and walked to the corner indicated. She faced the wall and tried not to break into a fresh set of tears. Whenever she had been spanked before, Diane had always hugged her. She had never banished her to a corner. It was obvious she couldn't stand looking at her.<br />
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Carla had never felt so miserable. She didn't care that her bare bottom was on display. All she could think of was how angry Diane was and how much her bottom hurt.
After what seemed like hours but was more like 10 minutes, Diane called to her.
'Come over here little one.' Carla turned and walked to Diane with her head down. She was too ashamed to look her in the eye. However, Diane was not going to let her hide from her.
'Look at me young lady,' Diane said raising Carla's chin so that their eyes met. She saw the tears and remorse and embarrassment in her darling little one's face. She shook her head at her and said with compassion, ‘I didn't enjoy punishing you so hard, Carla. But you must know that if I have to spank you like that every evening until you learn to behave, then I will.'
Carla nodded, sure that there wasn't another brat on earth who felt quite as sorry and sore as she did right now. 'Yes ma'am.'
'I have decided that this is not the end of your punishment. As I said to you earlier, I really do not think you can be trusted to take care of yourself and behave well at the moment. I feel it would be much better if I were able to keep a much closer eye on you. That is impossible with our current living arrangements. You are simply too far away for me to monitor you in any satisfactory way. So. I think it best if, for the time being, you move in here with me.'
Carla felt her jaw drop in surprise. 'Move in here? With you?' she repeated.
'Do I have an echo?' Diane said, not without some amusement, about the expression on Carla's face.
'But...well...I mean...I have a flat...and I can't live here!' Carla exclaimed.
'Of course you can. It is a simple matter of organisation. You will continue to pay for your flat and you will live here rent free and we will see how we progress from there. You need discipline and you need to be taken care of and the only way that I can do that properly is for you to be here where I can keep an eye on you.'
Carla's mind was in a whirl. Here she was stood half naked with a very red and punished bottom being told that her whole life was about to change. Did she want this? Diane with her all of the time? Knowing what she got up to and more to the point when she didn't get up?! She looked at Diane and into her kind eyes. The woman had just given her a beating like she had never had in her life before and yet her eyes showed nothing but love and concern. Diane held out her arms and Carla was pulled close for a much needed hug.
'Don't worry little one. I am going to take care of you. I promise that things are going to get much better for you and missing deadlines will be something that happened in another lifetime!' Carla couldn't help but giggle at Diane's teasing tone.
Diane sent her up to her bed to sleep. She had missed her supper but not surprisingly she wasn't hungry. She had a million things to think about and a decision to be made. As she crawled into bed on her stomach, careful to lay a single sheet over her throbbing bottom and legs, she suddenly felt very tired.
I will decide tomorrow, she thought as she drifted off to sleep, knowing that in reality the decision had already been made and that this was her first night in her new home.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520003183918531.post-42246717960797053092012-07-12T09:38:00.001-07:002012-09-02T10:25:47.473-07:00Carla and Diane Part 1As she made her way from the car park to the café, Carla pondered how she had come to this point. She was on her way to meet a woman she had never seen before to discuss if they were to have a relationship which would involve Carla submitting herself to the others authority and discipline. Here she was a competent and successful woman of 35 years old and at this moment she was fully intending to let a someone into her life who would monitor her behaviour and punish her for infringement of rules which they were yet to agree. How did she get here?
She had thought of little else since she had made contact with Diane some eight months earlier. Having met on a spanking website the two had struck up a friendship and had chatted online nearly every night since. Recently they had exchanged phone calls and now they were taking the first step in a face to face (or hand to bottom!) relationship.<br />
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As she arrived outside the café, Carla took a deep breath. She was nervous. She had considered turning back a couple of times on the drive over but had chided herself for being cowardly. Diane seemed so nice on the phone, she was sure things would be OK. Opening the door, a bell chimed to announce her arrival to the proprietor and the other customers, who raised their eyes to see who had entered.
As Carla looked around she noticed the woman at the far table had stood, smiling and watching her. Diane. Carla returned the smile and made her way towards her. Diane was an elegantly dressed, slender woman. Tall with short, grey hair. Carla would describe her as striking. Not pretty but definitely attractive. Carla felt very much her junior with her shorter height and dressed in jeans and plaid shirt, with her long hair pulled back into a clasp, she knew she looked much younger than she was.<br />
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Diane opened her arms to embrace Carla and kissed her cheek 'Carla I am so glad you made it. I have been very much looking forward to meeting you.' She smiled looking genuinely pleased to see the younger woman. 'Well I have to admit I nearly didn't come. I am a bit nervous' Carla said quickly. 'Of course you are' Diane indicated a chair for her to sit 'that seems only natural to me. There is really nothing to be nervous about though is there, we have already spoken so much about what you want and need. Hopefully today is the start of a friendship that will last a long time'
As she spoke, Diane poured tea from the china teapot on the table. She offered milk and sugar to Carla before setting the cup before her. Carla sipped at the hot drink, thankful for something to focus on whilst she felt Diane watching her. When she put the cup down, Diane reached over the table and covered her hand with her own. 'It really is good to see you little one' Carla blushed at the pet name Diane had given to her a while ago. At first she had thought it odd. Little one? At 35? As time passed she began to love the feeling of freedom to be young that it gave to her. When Diane used it she knew she was loving her and looking out for her and she knew she was safe. It was the sort of feeling she supposed she should have felt when she was with her mother. Unfortunately for Carla that had never been the case and she wondered if that was why she craved maternal discipline in the way she did now. On the other hand she had friends who had had that relationship with their mothers and still needed discipline from someone else now that they were adults. Maybe there was no cause, just a need she had, where it came from was irrelevant.<br />
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'I am glad to see you too ma'am.' Carla continued to blush as she looked around nervously to see if anyone was watching them. If anyone could guess the nature of their relationship. Diane noticed her glancing around the room. 'You know little one, if anyone was to see us together I am sure they would think that we are mother and daughter out for an afternoon together. Don't you think? You have nothing to fear.' Diane put her hand up to the waitress and asked for the bill.
As the waitress handed Diane the bill and accepted the notes for payment she smiled at them both. 'Tea with your mother? Must be nice I never get chance to go out with mine. Enjoy your afternoon.' With that strong confirmation about how they appeared to others, Carla relaxed and nodded to her before the waitress took the payment and left them at the table. 'Now Carla. I think a little walk and a chat, don't you?' With that, the two of them stood and left the café.<br />
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Once outside, Diane offered Carla her arm and she quickly accepted, linking Diane and walking together as if it was the most natural thing in the world. The two spent the afternoon strolling amongst shops and comparing their likes and dislikes. Chatting about daily nonsense and generally getting to know a little more about one another. As the winter afternoon began to turn to dusk Diane turned to Carla 'Now little one. You have a choice to make. You may either say 'goodbye' to me here and we can stay in-touch and remain friends but nothing more. Or you may choose to come home with me for supper and to begin a relationship which is much more formal and serious. I will become your disciplinarian. I will treat you as a daughter. You will be cherished by me but will answer to me and be punished by me for your behaviour. The choice is yours. You must know that if you decide to come home with me now, I will take my responsibility to you seriously. I will consider you, mine and I will expect obedience from now on. What is it to be Carla?'
Carla swallowed. A million thoughts flew through her mind. Is this what she really wanted? Was this right? How could it be? Here she was a grown woman wanting another to take control of her, to treat her like, well, like, a child! But here was Diane, a lovely, warm woman, telling her that she wanted to take care of her and that it was OK. She felt loved when she spoke to her and after being in her company today she knew she felt a bond with her like none she had felt before. She trusted her. The thought of saying goodbye to her and not being close to her was more than she could bare. However, the thought of being punished by her? Scolded and spanked? How did she feel about that, honestly?<br />
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Diane could see the conflicting emotions in Carla's eyes. She put her hand under her chin and looked at her with warmth 'Come now little one. What is it you truly want? You are safe. Whatever it is, it is alright.' Carla felt tears spring to her eyes, she was flooded with relief. She knew what she wanted. She wanted Diane. She wanted her strength and certainty and love to surround her. She wanted a 'parent' to share her life with. Carla smiled at Diane even as a tear fell down her cheek 'I want to come home for supper ma'am' she whispered.
Diane pulled Carla into a warm embrace and stroked her hair. 'That's my girl. Let's go home.' She kept her arm around Carla as she turned them in the opposite direction towards her house. They walked slowly enjoying the closeness. 'I think we have a few things to discuss as well my little one. Starting with the your poor work evaluation last week. Hmm?' Diane raised her eyebrows and Carla blushed, casting her eyes down. She had a feeling she would be feeling some of that 'motherly concern' over Diane's knee before the evening was out.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520003183918531.post-84566394797964167232012-07-12T09:37:00.003-07:002012-09-02T10:16:12.050-07:00Taking care of ClareAs she left the hospice she sprayed the alcohol gel onto her hands to prevent infection, as she had done at least a dozen times that day already. She walked out into the cold night air and took a deep breath. The freezing temperature had turned the pavement into a sheen of slippery ice but she welcomed the frigid atmosphere after the almost unbearable heat of the building in which she had sat beside her mother’s bed all day. Taking another deep breath to try and rid her nostrils of the stale smell of human bodies and sickness that permeated the place. As much as she tried the smell was now a part of her. Even after bathing it seemed to ooze from her skin, reminding her constantly wherever she was that this was firmly a part of her life.<br />
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She slid and skidded her way towards the car and sighed as she saw she would have to scrape a layer of ice from her windscreen. A volunteer from the hospice walked by and nodded good night as she worked at the window. Once inside she set the heaters to high and started the engine. Putting the gears into reverse she made her way quickly from the car park and onto the main road towards home. The headlights of the oncoming vehicles made her squint and realise just how tired her eyes felt. She had a half hour journey at the end of which she would be met by her children and partner. She would paint a smile on her face and feign interest in their days. She loved them but right at this moment she wanted nothing more than to go to an empty house, lay down and not to have to speak to another soul for a long time.
In frustration she switched on the radio. Music blared out and she immediately switched to a talk channel deciding the frivolity of pop was not for her, not tonight. The documentary on Radio 4 was about country produce.<br />
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The voices droned in the background but she did not listen to what was being said. Her thoughts began to wander. Flitting from subject to subject unable to settle. As she got closer to home she felt the familiar quickening in her chest, her breath becoming shallow, sweat on her forehead. ‘Not now’ she thought,’ not tonight’. She knew the anxiety attack was inevitable once it began. She signalled to the other traffic that she was pulling over and turned into a side street.
She gripped the steering wheel and gasped for air as the feeling of suffocation enveloped her. She began to shake, perspiration soaking her shirt. She felt the tears come. Tears of anger, frustration and most of all fear. Fear of this attack and the surity of the next. Fear that she could not face tomorrow. Fear, fear, fear.
Through the fog of the anxiety she tried to calm herself, slowing her breath, feeling her feet on the floor beneath her. Talking to herself ‘You are OK, you are OK.’ She sensed a number of people walking past the car. None stopped to notice the woman inside. None knew the desperation she felt. Watching a young woman pass. Her red coat, even in the darkness, seemed so bright. The sound of her heels on the pavement exceptionally clear. Clare had noticed this before. How every sight and sound seemed intensified by her anxious state. She wished she could capture the clarity but it was gone so quickly as if it hadn’t happened at all. The attack finally over she felt chilled with the dampness of her clothes. She knew she couldn’t face home. ‘Sheila’s ‘she thought ‘I need to go to Sheila’.<br />
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She took her mobile phone from her bag and dialled her home number. Her eldest son answered the phone. ‘Hey it’s mum, where is momma? What are you guys up to?’ as usual Dean was not in the mood to indulge in conversation ‘She went to the shop. There’s no milk.’ Clare closed her eyes and put her head back on the seat rest. Right she had been meant to go shopping before she left for the hospice but yet again had forgotten. ‘OK. Tell her I stopped off at Sheila’s house will you and I will call later? You make sure you get that essay finished remember it is due tomorrow?’ Dean barely grunted before he put down the phone ‘Love you’ Clare announced to the empty air.
She threw her phone onto the seat beside her and pulled back onto the road.<br />
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Coffee with Sheila would at least give her time to get herself together before she went home. Sheila had been her science teacher when she had been in high school. A formidable disciplinarian and excellent academic Clare had loved her classes. She was an average student but had made good grades in Science partly through her natural interest in the subject and partly through the adoration she developed for her teacher. As the only girl in her class to take science to a higher level, Sheila had encouraged Clare and gradually they had found a bond with each other. Sheila took a special interest in Clare’s studies, often being pretty harsh with her when she felt she wasn’t trying hard enough or her work could be better. When Clare left to go on to University it has seemed natural to them both for their friendship to continue. Now over 20 years later Clare could not imagine life without her.<br />
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She pulled her car up in front of Sheila’s drive way 20 minutes later. She was relieved to see the light on in the front room and Sheila’s small hatch back parked in front of her garage. She rarely went out in the dark evenings but Clare knew that she was often asked to help out at the adult education centre and that sometimes meant working the odd night class. Grabbing her bag Clare walked up to the front door and rang the bell.
It was opened promptly and Sheila looked only slightly surprised to see Clare standing before her.
‘Hello my darling how was she today?’ she smiled opening her arms for a quick hug as Clare stepped into the warm hallway. Sheila was almost 6 foot tall and had an athletic build. She had been a keen sportswoman until a knee injury had curbed her activities but she still swam regularly and ate well. Her short blonde hair now had streaks of grey around the ears and there were some wrinkles appearing around her eyes but she had an attractive face and when she smiled it made Clare happy to just be with her.
Clare’s smaller 5 foot 6 slightly stocky frame fit well into Sheila’s hug. She welcomed the woman’s embrace and the warmth of her home. ‘Ah, you know. Much the same really.’<br />
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Clare pulled her straggly long dark hair behind her and took off her black winter coat, throwing it over the end of the stair rail.
She followed Sheila into the kitchen. There was meat roasting in the oven and Clare suddenly realised she hadn’t had anything to eat or drink since early that morning. She found trying to eat in the hospice made her feel slightly nauseous. She pulled out a wooden chair from under the kitchen table and sat down heavily.
‘Have you eaten?’ Sheila asked, although she could tell from Clare’s drawn face that it was unlikely.
Not wanting to admit to a complete dereliction of self care, Clare shrugged and said ‘Earlier, but I could eat something now.’
‘Hmm. Interpretation of that is you ate sometime in the last 24 hours but not necessarily today? Right?’ Sheila asked with raised eyebrows.
Clare blushed a little ‘Well….maybe. How do you always know that stuff?’
Sheila kissed the top of Clare’s head ‘Because my dear I know you so well. You used to get the exact same look if I asked if you had done your home work when you hadn’t!’ she pretended to scold.
Clare laughed ‘When did I ever not do my homework for you? You were way too scary!’
‘Oh I remember a couple of times when you tried to get one past me. The day you had been to the netball tournament and conveniently ‘forgot’ you had an essay and a test with me that week. As I recall you tried to blame that on the school coach breaking down and you not getting home until the early hours. When the truth was you had gone over to Judith Kellerman’s with the rest of the team for pizza and goodness only knows what else.’ Sheila looked at Clare with her arms folded, her head to one side daring Clare to deny it.
‘Oh yeah’ Clare blushed for the second time that evening ‘I’d forgotten that’
‘Ha. I’d have thought the slippering I gave you the day after would have had you remember for a while!’ She pointed at Clare and then smiled before she turned towards the stove to check on the roast.<br />
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Satisfied that all was well inside the oven, Sheila made tea and put a mug down for each of them before pulling out another chair and sitting beside Clare.
‘So my dear girl, how are you coping? If you don’t mind me saying you look like hell. Have you been taking care of yourself?’ she asked reaching out for Clare’s hand and patting it before resting her own on top.
Clare looked at her friend and mentor. The one constant in her life, the one she could turn to and lean on. The one with whom Clare could still feel like a child and about to be scolded for late homework. The woman she loved with all her heart because with her she felt safe and taken care of in a way only a parental figure could make you feel. She didn’t know what to say to her, where to start. How did she tell her about the fear, about how she couldn’t sleep at night? How she rarely thought of eating. How the only emotion she had towards her family was tinged with guilt and feelings of inadequacy. How did she tell her? As she looked at Sheila’s face she saw the love and care and knew she was asking not from politeness or social nicety but because she wanted to know. She wanted Clare to share her life with her. She demanded it with her eyes, with her love with the relationship they had nurtured over so many years. And so she began.<br />
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The words tumbled from her mouth. Her fears. Her love for her family and her darling wife, Jay, who unerringly stood beside her, whatever life threw at them. Who took care of her and the family without question. The wife whom Clare felt unable to show her love to, she was just too tired and felt too empty. She told how she just didn’t feel good enough. Not up to the job of taking care of her mother. Her inadequacy as a daughter, mother, partner and friend. How professionally she was failing. Not giving her students the kind of time and effort that Sheila had given her. The torrent went on for more than an hour. Sheila sat and nodded. She stood and removed the roast from the oven. Adding vegetables to the steamer. She made more tea and she listened. She heard every word and watched as Clare verbally beat herself to exhaustion.
When she had finished Clare looked at Sheila expecting her to say something and was shocked when all she said whilst patting her hand was ‘I think we will eat now. You need to eat.’ Clare merely nodded, confused at her lack of comment.<br />
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Sheila placed a steaming dinner in front of Clare. In a companiable silence the two ate. Clare realising how hungry she was cleared her plate quickly. When Sheila had finished, Clare rose and cleared the dishes, filling the dish washer with the debris from the evening meal.
‘Let us go through to the sitting room and be a little more comfortable’ Sheila said as she walked from the kitchen.
Clare followed her into the tastefully furnished room. Bookshelves lined one wall. An overstuffed sofa was placed on the wall opposite the glass doors which lead into the garden. In the summer months it was pleasant to sit there in the evening and watch the dying sun and the bird life in the trees beyond. On this winter evening when darkness had already fallen, Sheila pulled thick curtains over the windows lending a cosy atmosphere to the room. Clare sank into the sofa with a sigh. Sheila turned to look at her. The girl she thought of like a daughter. For so many years she had watched her mature, seen her make a success of her life, achieving academically and perhaps more importantly watched her struggle with her sexuality and eventually meet a wonderful partner and build a home together and have a child. She loved her, unconditionally but she would never develop the patience to tolerate Clare’s high expectations of herself which often lead to self destructive thinking and behaviour. She had punished her more than once over the years and she felt strongly that this night was going to end in a similar way.<br />
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‘Clare’ Sheila looked at her young friend sternly, ‘I listened to all you said earlier and I know how hard things are for you at the moment. I also know how hard you are trying to please everyone and in the process not taking care of yourself.’
Clare began to respond ‘I am taking care of myself….’ Sheila held up her hand to stop her continuing.
‘Clare please do not tell me you are taking care of yourself when you turn up on my doorstop looking like you do! I know you well enough to know that as soon as you have a crisis the first thing you do is neglect yourself. But much worse than that is that you are so hard on yourself you make yourself ill. It has happened before and I am sure as heck not going to sit here while you do it again.’ Sheila towered above Clare who was slowly sinking deeper into the sofa as she was scolded.
‘OK Sheila. I get it. I am not doing well enough for you either. I need to do better and take care of myself as well as take care of everyone else!’ Clare raised her voice as she tried to argue her point.
Sheila raised her eyebrows and said quietly ‘I don’t think you are listening to what I am saying Clare and since when has it been OK to use that tone with me young lady?’
Clare swallowed. It had been a long time since Sheila had used her old school teacher tone with her and it still had the power to make her stomach drop and reduce her to a nervous teenager.
‘Sorry’ she muttered.
‘I should think so. It is obvious you are not listening or understanding what I am saying to you. You are intent on punishing yourself and not acknowledging you need help. So I am going to help you and I am going to punish you for hurting yourself. Do you understand?’ Sheila stood with her arms folded across her chest, daring Clare to argue.
‘But… what? I mean..why? Sheila..I am just tired. I will do better. I’m too old to be treated like a child!’ Clare started to rise from the sofa, protesting as she moved. Sheila quickly took the two small steps which brought her directly in front of Clare. She reached out and with her right hand she grabbed Clare’s ear. Pulling her firmly with her as she walked to the door of the sitting room.
‘No more talking young lady. You are getting a spanking tonight so you may as well accept your fate.’<br />
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Sheila escorted her charge down the hall way and up the stairs.
Clare had been in this position only a couple of times before and although it was a long time ago she knew that protesting was a futile exercise only likely to end in a harder spanking. On the other hand she could not believe that at her age she was about to get punished like a naughty school girl. Was Sheila losing her mind! Her ear was beginning to burn as they made their way upstairs and across the landing to the guest bedroom that Clare had used many times over the years. Sheila led her to the far corner furthest away from the window and placed her there facing the wall.
‘Clare. I want you to stand there and wait for me. Do not move until I tell you to. Do you understand?’ Sheila’s voice was hard and left no room for doubt that she was serious.
Clare nodded while her mind raced trying to figure a way out of this position.
‘Don’t nod at me young lady. Answer me clearly!’ Sheila scolded
‘Yes ma’am I understand’ Clare spoke, her voice wavering slightly.
‘While you are there I want you to think about how hard you are trying to take care of the people in your life. How much you love them and how there is nothing more you could possibly give of yourself. How much I love you and will take care of you. You are not on your own.’
Sheila left the room leaving Clare to ponder her fate.<br />
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Clare hated standing in the corner. It had been a punishment often used at her school. Although in general she had been a good child, rarely in trouble, she had seemed to manage to be more mischievous in Sheila’s class than any other. As she grew older she began to understand that this was because she felt safe enough with Sheila not to have to be perfect for her still to be loved. She could be flawed, could be a little naughty and be punished and still know that she wouldn’t be rejected. She was free to be herself, child and all and it was a relationship she had with no one else. It meant so much to her but also meant that sometimes she would end up in a position like this.
Clare heard the door open and movement behind her. ‘OK Clare come over here please.’ She turned to find Sheila sitting on the bed. Next to her lay a thick wooden ruler that Clare remembered from her last spanking. Clare closed her eyes for a moment, still not believing the position in which she found herself.<br />
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‘Sheila this really isn’t necessary!’ she tried, her voice lacking conviction as she knew she was guilty of neglecting herself and driving herself to exhaustion and she wanted to be taken care of, wanted Sheila to take control.
Ignoring her plea, Sheila patted her lap. ‘Over here please. Get those pants down and make yourself comfortable, I think this may take a while.’
Clare moved over to stand by Sheila. She unbuttoned her trousers and sliding her fingers round the waist band she pushed those and her pants down to her knees. Feeling he face redden as Sheila reached for her and pulled her across her lap. Clare wiggled into position. Her upper body supported by the bed. She put her arms in front of her and buried her head between them.
‘Now Clare, why are you about to get a hard spanking from me?’ Sheila asked her voice carrying with it all of the authority of her 30 year teaching career.
‘Because I haven’t been taking care of myself miss.’ Clare murmured into the bed cover.
‘Speak up Clare. I can’t abide mumbling as you well know.’ Slapping Clare hard on her bottom to emphasise her displeasure.
‘Ow!’ Clare shouted clearly
‘Much clearer’ Sheila said with satisfaction. With that she began to spank Clare hard and fast with her hand. Alternating cheeks, working her way up and down both cheeks, paying special attention to where her cheeks met her thighs and then working her way down both thighs to Clare’s knees.
Clare began by lying as quietly and still as she could but as the heat began to build and the sting increased she began to squirm and utter ‘ow’ and ‘ouch’ each time a smack landed. She had no idea how much time had passed but her bottom began to feel as if it was on fire.<br />
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After what must have been several minutes Sheila stopped spanking
‘Clare, tell me again why are you getting your bottom smacked?’
The use of the childish phrase made Clare cringe, hell she thought I am too old for this! Out loud she said ‘Because I haven’t been taking care of myself and I have been too hard on myself trying to be perfect.’
‘And do you deserve to be punished like this?’ Sheila continued
‘Yyyyes miss I suppose so.’ Clare managed the humiliation of her position competing with the stinging of her rear.
‘You certainly do.’ Sheila confirmed as she picked up the wooden ruler. She raised it high into the air and brought it down so hard on Clare’s bottom that it made the younger woman jump and yelp. Sheila let the sting register before raising it again and bringing it down with equal force onto the opposite cheek. Again and again she applied strokes of the ruler up and down her bottom and across her crimson thighs. Clare was shouting out regularly now and tears of pain sprang to her eyes, although she did not let them fall.
When Sheila was satisfied that she had a well punished girl across her lap she put the ruler down.<br />
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She spoke gently to Clare who was breathing heavily but not yet crying. ‘Clare you are like a daughter to me. I love you and I am here to take care of you. You need to let go and allow that to happen. You cannot do all of this alone. You need to lean on someone and I am here for you as I always have been. Just because you are older now that hasn’t changed.’
Clare nodded her face still between her arms and buried into the sheets. ‘You are a good girl my sweetheart. You have a good heart and you always try your best to help others. You just don’t do a very good job of taking care of yourself but I am going to make sure you do from now on.’
Clare mumbled into the sheets yet again sounding petulant. Sheila asked her to repeat herself ‘What was that?’
Clare turned her head and said clearly ‘But I DO need to do better. I’m a mess. I always fall apart when everyone else around me copes much better than I do. I’m totally useless!’
Sheila sighed ‘I see that you haven’t learned this evening’s lesson at all have you?’
‘You can’t MAKE me believe that I am OK if I don’t think it is true! I know how I am doing YOU don’t!’ Despite her burning bottom, Clare could not help herself, she suddenly felt very angry and needed to take it out on someone.
‘I see.’ Sheila sat quietly for a moment whilst Clare fumed over her lap. ‘OK, up you get and go back over to the corner please. I didn’t want to do this but I have no choice. Your behaviour and attitude are atrocious and I will not stand for it.’ Sheila spoke sternly and helped Clare off her knee and moved her back into the corner with her nose against the wall.
Clare stumbled over her trousers and panties which were now around her ankles. ‘You might as well kick those off, you won’t need them’ Sheila said as she held Clare firmly by the arm. Clare angrily kicked off her clothing and stood in the corner with her nose pressed against the wall. ‘Put your hands on your head while you wait for me. This could have been the end of your punishment but as you insist on behaving badly with me tonight I am going to make you a very sorry young lady.’<br />
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Clare heard Sheila leave the room.
Once alone in the corner Clare began to calm down a little. She wiggled her hips trying to ease the pain in her bottom. All of a sudden she felt her senses return to her and she began to panic. She had never tested Sheila like this before either as a child or an adult. She had no idea what would happen and she began to get very nervous.
At school Sheila had a reputation for being a very strict teacher and more than one pupil would regularly leave her office rubbing their backsides. She was hated by many because of how tough she could be but it was true that Sheila’s classes were the best behaved and achieved the best grades out of the entire science department. Modern schools were not allowed to employ Sheila’s methods of discipline but Clare often wondered how many kids really benefited from that lack of certain structure and consequence.
These thoughts were not of concern to Clare right now though. All she could think of was how silly she had been to goad Clare. Her anger had been too much for her to control though. Sheila came back into the room without speaking. Clare heard something large being moved behind her, she resisted the urge to turn and look but soon enough Sheila spoke out, ‘Right Clare Louise Jacobs you come over here now please.’ At the sound of her full name Clare felt her legs wobble. She wanted out of here and now!<br />
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She turned slowly and the first thing she noticed was that Sheila had placed a wooden chair in the centre of the room. The next thing she noticed made her catch her breath and say out loud ‘No!’ In her hand Sheila held the crook handled cane that had hung in her office for many years. Clare had rarely heard of anyone being unlucky enough to feel it on their bottoms but it had been a thing of legend amongst her peers.
‘Please Sheila. I didn’t mean it. I will do better! I’m sorry!’ Clare desperately pleaded.
Sheila showed no emotion as she directed Clare to the chair. ‘I want you bent over that chair now and I don’t want to hear another word until I am finished with you. Move NOW!’
Clare moved quickly a sob catching in her throat as she placed herself over the back of the chair and held on to the seat until her knuckles were white.
‘I am going to give you 12 strokes of the cane. You will hold still. If you move I will add another stroke. Do you understand?’
‘Yes miss, I understand’ Clare spoke quietly but clearly.
She closed her eyes and waited for the first stroke to land. She felt the cool rattan against her skin and then felt it move and heard the swish through the air before it landed across her bottom.<br />
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For a fraction of a second Clare did not feel anything and then it felt like a rod of fire had been placed on her backside. The initial pain began to give way to a deeper more intense burning which she was trying to process but she heard the next swish and the second stroke land. It fell just below the first and Clare took in a sharp breath before she cried out in pain. Her already sore bottom was receiving the worst corporal punishment of her life. The third, fourth and fifth strokes landed with equal vigour. Falling in parallel lines all the way down her fiery behind.
Tears began to form in Clare’s eyes and there was no way she could hold them back this time.
‘I love you Clare. You are a good person. I will take care of you. You will not hurt yourself anymore’ Sheila spoke quietly as she lifted the cane and landed another hard stroke. ‘I will always be here for you. You can lean on me and rely on me’ another stroke landed, this time at the top of Clare’s thighs making the girl sob out loud. ‘That’s it my dear girl, let it all out’ another line of fire hit her thighs as Sheila worked methodically.
Despite her reputation she had not had cause to cane many of her students. She had often delivered a spanking with a ruler or a slipper but the cane had been more of a deterrent than a tool that saw regular use. However, she was practiced in its use and knew how to use it to best effect.<br />
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Clare was now openly sobbing. ‘I’m sorry Sheila. I won’t speak to you like that again and I will take better care of myself, I promise. Please stop now!’
Sheila was very tempted to end the punishment and take Clare into her arms but she didn’t want to have to do this again anytime soon and she knew that it was better for both of them if she delivered the punishment she had announced. However, she did not want to drag it out so proceeded to administer the remaining strokes in quick succession. Landing the last two in the crease between her bottom and her thighs.
‘Ok Clare you can get up’ with that release Clare shot up and put her hands to her very well punished bottom. She began to rub and then realised than was making it worse. She hopped about the room trying to find relief from the hell she was feeling but there was none to be found. Tears streamed down her cheeks. When she looked at Sheila she saw her friend and mentor standing watching her with a face full of love and compassion, she held out her arms to Clare and without hesitation Clare flung herself into the embrace.
Her body was wracked with heart wrenching sobs, tears streaming down her face and soaking Sheila’s blouse. She clung on to Sheila as if her life depended on it and buried her face into her breast. Sheila held on as tightly as she could. Stroking her hair and making soothing noises. Relieved at last that her girl was letting go of some of her pain. Allowing herself to be vulnerable and to be taken care of. She knew that there was still a long journey ahead before Clare healed and accepted herself but Sheila made a silent promise that she, and if necessary her cane, would be there with her every step of the way….Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520003183918531.post-24785709683809342692012-07-12T09:35:00.001-07:002012-09-02T09:39:58.964-07:00Her first spankingThis was the first story I ever wrote. Not sure I like it much now but here it is anyway............ <br />
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Kate was sitting on the bed trying to decipher the statistics text she was supposed to read before the semester began in a few weeks time. She ran her fingers through her unruly dark curls and sighed. Making the decision to go back to school and let Emma support her financially had been a difficult choice but hopefully it would be the right one for them both in the long run, but right now Kate was wishing she could go play games on her computer and dump the stats revision!
As she was debating with herself about taking a break and making up the time later, she heard the front door open and slam shut. She glanced at the clock. It was only four; Emma wasn’t due home for another 2 hours or so. Concerned something must be wrong; Kate jumped off the bed and walked out into the living room.<br />
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She found Emma standing in front of the fireplace, hands on hips and eyes blazing. Kate caught her breath, astonished as always at just how beautiful her blonde, blue eyed, athletic looking girlfriend was, but tonight she looked absolutely furious, something that Kate had rarely seen in her usually placid partner.
‘Honey, what’s wrong? You look mad as hell. Something happened at work? You were at the clinic today weren’t you?’
Emma was a senior administrator in the local health trust and divided her time between the main city hospital and the smaller local clinic in their neighbourhood.
‘Yes I was. Guess who I bumped into?’
Kate indicated she had no idea by raising her hands in a half shrug.
‘Dr Alicia Emory, remember her I suppose?’
‘Of course I do, what are you talking about?’ Kate had been seeing Dr Emory for the 3 years she and Emma had been together. In the past year those visits had become more frequent than Kate would like as she had been experiencing pain which was as yet undiagnosed. In addition Alicia Emory was on the board of the local women’s’ shelter where both Emma and Kate volunteered.
‘Oh I just wondered about the extent of your amnesia’ Emma took a step closer to Kate, emphasising the 5 inches difference in their height. Looking into Emma’s still blazing eyes Kate felt herself shuffle backwards a little.
‘Amnesia?’ Kate hesitated
‘Well it is the only explanation that I could come up with that would account for the fact that you told me that Dr Emory had given you the ‘all clear’ and that the pain was just a stress reaction. Yet chatting to her today she asked me when you were going to contact her to schedule the tests she needs to do,’ Emma turned her back on Kate placing her fisted hands on the mantle above the fire.
Kate didn’t know what to say, she had been caught.<br />
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When she had come home from her last appointment she had not wanted to schedule the tests, hated anything to do with hospitals and knew if she told Emma there would be no way she would allow her to ignore the doctor’s advice. So she had just, well kind of omitted big chunks of information and manipulated some other bits – not really lying was it? Even as she thought it, she knew just how feeble that sounded!
‘Well?’ Emma stormed turning back to face Kate. ‘Amnesia? Or do I take it that my wife looked into my face and told me a blatant lie about something as hugely important to me as her health? Answer me Kate, you are in enough trouble young lady’
Kate swallowed; calling her ‘young lady’ that really couldn’t be a good sign could it?
‘Em’, honey, I was going to tell you, I was just a bit nervous about the tests and wanted a few days to get used to the idea.’
‘Kate, honey’ Emma mimicked ‘I can understand that and a few days I could almost forgive but it has been SIX weeks. Six weeks of lying and six weeks of putting your health at risk’
Hmm six weeks, hadn’t quite realised it had been that long, how time flies when you are living in denial thought Kate. ‘Sorry hon.’ I shouldn’t have done it. I promise I won’t do it again.’ Kate smiled the most winning smile she could muster and sidled up to Emma putting her arms around her waist and burying her head into her neck.
‘Oh no missy’ Emma grabbed Kate by the shoulders and firmly pushed her back to arms length. ‘This is not going to be that easy. I think it is about time you started to be accountable for your behaviour.’
Shocked that her usual tactic hadn’t worked Emma stuttered ‘Wwhat do you mean?’
‘I mean’ said Emma taking Kate’s left arm firmly in her right and pulling her towards the stairs ‘that you have behaved very badly. You have lied to me and now you are trying to brush it off with promises that I am pretty sure you have no intention of keeping.’ As she spoke she began marching Kate up the stairs.
‘Where are we going?’ Emma was starting to feel very nervous, what the hell was going on?
Pulling Kate into their bedroom she placed her firmly in the far corner and turning her by her shoulders until she faced the wall. ‘You will stand there and you will not move until I tell you to, do you understand me?’ Emma’s voice was as stern as Kate had ever heard. She was tempted to walk away and tell Emma to ‘go to hell’ but there was a voice inside her telling her to do exactly what Emma told her. She didn’t know what was going to happen but she loved Emma with all her heart and more than that she trusted her completely.
‘Ok, I’ll do what you say Emma’ Kate said in a very small and quiet voice.
‘Yes you will. Now and in the future and if you don’t, believe me you will be accountable.’<br />
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Kate heard Emma leave the room. Next she heard the shower running and the sounds of Emma washing and then drying her hair. The minutes ticked by. ‘OK’ thought Kate ‘I’m in time out’ kind of humiliating but if this is what it takes to get back in Emma’s good books I can cope.
Kate heard the door to the bedroom open after what seemed like an age but was probably only 20 minutes. ‘ OK Em’ I’ve learned my lesson, can I come out from here now?’
‘You still don’t get this Kate do you? I am very angry and upset with you for lying to me but more than that the thought of you not taking care of yourself is more than I can bear. You belong to me. You are my heart. You have to learn that you can never do this or anything like it again and I don’t think a few minutes standing in a corner is going to do it sweetie.’
Kate relaxed a little; at least she was calling her sweetie, so it must be nearly over right?
When Emma next spoke her voice was quiet but firm.
‘Kate, I want you to come over here and stand next to me.’
When Kate turned she saw her beautiful wife freshly showered, now dressed in casual t-shirt and jeans, sitting on the edge of the bed. Kate walked over to her, wanting nothing more than to fall into her arms and breathe in the scent of her. Before she reached her she stopped abruptly at the sight of a wooden spoon, belt and bath brush lying on the bed next to Emma.
She looked into Emma’s eyes but said nothing. She couldn’t be serious. She was going to spank her? No way.<br />
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Kate’s mind raced thinking. ‘I am 35 years old. I have never been spanked in my life and I am not about to let someone do that to me now!’
‘Come here now Kate’ Emma’s voice broke into Kate’s thoughts. Although her mind wanted to refuse, her feet propelled her forward until she stood at Emma’s side.
Emma took Kate’s hand in hers. ‘Do you agree that what you did was wrong?’
Kate nodded but couldn’t find her voice. Her stomach was tight. All she could think was ‘a spanking?!’
‘Do you agree that you deserve to be punished?’
‘I don’t know’ Kate looked torn, she didn’t want this but then why wasn’t she saying ‘no’ and leaving? She knew she could. Knew she could walk from the room and Emma would not try to stop her. She looked into Emma’s eyes and saw nothing but love. The anger had gone. God she loved her so much and she had lied to her. Now that it was out she recognised the relief she felt. Recognised that now Emma knew about what needed to be done she would make sure that Kate was taken care of and she would be there every step of the way with her, whatever happened. Suddenly Kate felt ashamed. Tears fell down her cheeks. She blubbered ‘I’m so sorry Em’ I shouldn’t have lied to you; I won’t ever do it again. I know I should be punished but please don’t spank me!’<br />
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Emma reached up and brushed the tears from Kate’s face. ‘Shh baby it is going to be OK. I will make this OK for you but you need this and I am going to make sure you get the spanking that you need and deserve. Now take down your jeans and panties and lay across my lap.’
Kate looked at her, eyes pleading but Emma was resolute, Kate was going to be spanked and it wasn’t going to be pleasant for either of them. Raising her voice slightly she said, ‘Now Kate, for your sake do not make me ask you a second time young lady.
Fumbling with the fastening on her jeans Kate finally managed to pull them down leaving her panties up. She looked up to find Emma motioning with her finger that the panties needed to come down.
‘But Em’ it’s so embarrassing’ Kate whined.
‘No Kate, embarrassment is what I felt when Alicia was talking to me as though I knew about the state of my wife’s health and I had to tell her that you had lied to me! Now get those panties down NOW and get over my lap!’
‘Well Alicia had no right to talk about my private health issues. I should put in a complaint, it’s really not good enough’ Kate tried to sound indignant but felt ridiculous with both her jeans and her panties now around her knees.
‘I will be more than happy to debate medical ethics with you when we are done here but right now I think the only thing you need to worry about is how your bottom is going to feel over the next few minutes!’ Emma pulled Kate forward and over her knees adjusting her so that she had full access to Kate’s rear. She took only a second to admire her wife’s porcelain skin. Well it wasn’t going to be white for long!
Placing her left hand in the small of Kate’s back she lifted her right hand and brought it down sharply across Kate’s right bottom cheek. Kate sucked in a quick, surprised breath but didn’t have chance to make a sound before the next smack came down on her opposite cheek.<br />
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Emma worked methodically raising her hand and smacking Kate’s bottom ensuring each cheek was liberally covered with sharp, hard slaps. Each slap was punctuated with a small ‘oww’ or squirm from Kate.
After several minutes of hard, hand spanking Emma stopped. Kate breathed a sigh of relief thinking it was over. She started as if to move from Emma’s lap.
‘Where do you think you are going’ Emma asked, grabbing Kate around the waist and pulling her firmly back across her lap.
‘I thought we were done’ Kate asked in a small, hopeful voice.
‘We have barely started. This is going to be a spanking that you remember for a long time to come. Don’t you move again until I tell you or you will earn yourself extra punishment. Do you understand me?’
Nodding Kate said resignedly ‘Yes ma’am, I understand’
‘Good. Now let’s see if this wooden spoon can impress upon you the importance of telling the truth and taking care of yourself!’
With that Emma began to spank in earnest. She worked at warming her behind for several minutes with the spoon and then moved on to the bath brush. By this time Kate’s bottom was a deep crimson colour and felt as if it were on fire. She began to squirm more violently and cry out as each stroke of the heavy brush swatted her sore behind.
‘Pleeeease Emma, no more. I promise I’ll be good. I’ll always tell the truth from now on. I’ll do whatever the doctor says. Oww. It hurts, stop pleease!!!’
Emma continued the spanking undeterred by Kate’s pleas and promises. After several more minutes Emma put down the bath brush. She could feel the heat rising from Kate’s behind and could see that there would be bruising. Her heart ached seeing her wife in this position but she knew that she couldn’t stop until Kate had been thoroughly punished.<br />
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‘Right Kate. I have decided that as this is your first spanking I am only going to give a short spanking with the belt. I want you to pay attention to how it feels so you know what you will be facing if I find I have to spank you in the future. Understand?’
‘In the future?! I thought this was just a one off?!!’ Kate whimpered.
‘Well now, that depends totally on your behaviour my love. Now stand up and go and get some pillows and place them over the end of the bed here.’
Kate stood up and walked gingerly to the head of the bed and collected three pillows. Emma had her pile them at the end of the bed and then bend over them so her bottom made a clear target for her wide leather belt.
Kate lay over the pillows with her eyes closed and teeth clenched. She had no idea what the belt would feel like but if it was worse than the bath brush she felt certain she couldn’t take it. A second later she heard Emma say ‘I am going to give you 20 strokes of the belt. They will be hard and they will hurt but if you take them well your spanking will be over. If you squirm I will give you extra swats until you stay still. Are we clear?’
‘Yes ma’am’ Kate muttered miserably into the pillows.
‘I didn’t hear you. Are we clear?’ demanded Emma.
Kate spoke more clearly ‘Yes ma’am, very clear’
‘Good. Now I want you to count aloud after each swat. And don’t miscount or I will redo that swat.’
‘Yes ma’am’ Kate didn’t think she could be any more miserable and sore – but she was wrong.
The belt cut through the air and landed with a loud thwack. Kate’s whole body jerked. ‘OOOWww, SHIT Emma that HURTS!’
‘I believe what you should have said was ‘one’ and no cussing during a punishment or I’ll wash your mouth out with soap after we are done here’
Kate couldn’t believe what she was hearing but on the other hand she was pretty sure Emma wasn’t bluffing.
‘Yes ma’am. Sorry ma’am, I meant one’
‘I think we will do that one again and try and get it right this time’ with that Emma raised the belt again and again and again, until Kate had counted out perfectly to 20 very painful strokes.<br />
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Emma finally threw the belt onto the bed. Kate lay still over the pillows quietly sobbing, her bottom too tender to even try and rub better.
Emma lay down gently next to her and stroked her hair. She whispered gently,
‘Don’t ever do that to us again Katie. I love you. It is OK to be scared. We can do scared together but I cannot loose you. You are my everything. If I have to spank you every week to make sure you take care of yourself I will. Things are going to be a little different around here from now on.’
Emma scooped Kate into her arms. Kate buried her face into Emma’s soft breasts, taking comfort in the nearness of her lover. She felt the warmth from her body. The safety of being wrapped in her arms. She had never experienced the pain of a spanking before but she had never felt so loved or so safe in her life. An immense sense of peace settled over her and she suddenly felt incredibly tired. She snuggled into Emma and her last thought as she drifted into a deep sleep was ‘I am yours’.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679520003183918531.post-29859937901343868692012-07-12T09:28:00.001-07:002012-09-02T09:28:54.557-07:00The punishmentShe stood with her jeans and panties around her ankles. Her smooth, round bottom, pale and cold, on show for her Mistress to observe should she so desire. Her hands on her head, arms beginning to ache. Nose pressed into the corner, a familiar position. She could hear her beloved moving around the room behind her. She wanted to turn to her, say she was sorry, ask for forgiveness but she dared not move or speak, to do so would be to invite further punishment, further disapproval. Her duty now was to obey. To submit to whatever her Mistress thought she deserved. To accept and to be thankful that she was loved so much that time would be taken to decide and deliver her punishment, to correct her behaviour, to improve her.<br />
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The increasing pain in her arms caused her to shift slightly. Immediately a deep, forbidding voice sounded from behind her, ‘Be still girl.’ The sound of the stern voice made her shiver. Her Mistress was angry with her. This would not be a playful time but one fraught with pain for both of them. She knew it hurt her lover to see her tears but she also knew that she would be resolute and determined in delivering a severe punishment. The torment of not knowing if it would be the cane, paddle, belt or flogger was part of her punishment. How long would it continue? Would it just be for tonight or did her Mistress have other punishments she would deliver to correct her over the coming days?
Tears filled her eyes. The isolation of the corner was a part of the ritual she hated. When a spanking began the physical contact with her Mistress, however painful, was welcome. The hand on her back as she pushed her to the bed or altered her position over her knee. The fist in her hair as she spoke quietly but harshly into her ear. These were moments of pleasure within the ordeal of pain that she craved. She needed to be touched by her and in that touch was the declaration of ownership. The simple yet overwhelmingly powerful ‘You are mine Girl.’<br />
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‘Strip’
A single word. No question or clarification was needed. She took off her clothes, still facing the wall; she hadn’t been told she could move in any other way. She folded her garments and left them at her feet, quickly putting her nose back into the corner hands back on her head, as would be expected.
Naked, vulnerable. Blind to the preparations taking place behind her. The movements stopped and she knew her Mistress was watching her. Her heart began to race, it would be soon.
‘Turn around’
Keeping her hands on her head she turned to see her love. She felt her face redden as her Mistress looked at her, slowly taking in every part of her nakedness. No matter how many times she had been in this position or how many times they had seen each other undress, to stand naked awaiting punishment brought its own exquisite humiliation and terror.
‘Come here and turn around. Spread your legs. Bend over for me’
Each command was obeyed without question and in silence.
Bent at the waist her legs apart, there was no modesty left. Her sex was there for her Mistress to do with as she wished.
She felt her hand stroke her bottom. Round and round each cheek. Down to the thigh and up into the crack between each globe, sliding forward until it reached the wetness she sought. Roughly her Mistress entered her, filling her, making her gasp. Causing her to moan and widen her legs further, trying to accept the fist that was entering her, claiming her. Trying to keep her balance, forcing herself not to cry out. Her hips moving in rhythm to the pummelling, her climax building quickly.
‘Don’t you dare come.’
The command, a seemingly impossible order. Her mind fought with her physical impulse to let go. Just as she thought she couldn’t hold on, her Mistress’s hand withdrew. The sense of emptiness it left tearing at her heart, the deep ache of a climax waiting to erupt throbbing deep within her.
Still bent over, she waited.<br />
<br />
Her Mistress walked slowly around her. She felt the tip of a cane being run across her shoulders and down her back to her bottom where it was then laid flat across both buttocks. She could feel the cool, smooth rattan. She knew the dreadful bite it would create when it was brought down hard and quickly by her skilful lover. She grasped her knees bracing herself for what she knew would come next.
She heard the swish of the cane as it was flicked through the air. Heard the crack of its landing before she felt the searing burn of its deliverance. The cane which had been lovingly prepared. Sanded to perfection. A black leather handle and hanging cord attached to it making its sole purpose clear. This was an instrument of correction. Its function to bring pain and redemption to the recipient. Her Mistress caressed its length lovingly, as if it was a mere extension of her. Part of her that touched her errant Girl in a way that would bring her to a place of forgiveness.
The second stroke landed just below the first. Its sting no less powerful than the latter. Its burn joining with that already started. She grasped her knees so hard her knuckles turned white. She bit down on her lip as she tried to endure without screaming out. The third, fourth and fifth strokes came in quick succession. No longer able to contain her agony, Girl cried out.
‘Ssh my darling Girl. You will suffer this and you will welcome it. You have angered me with your thoughtless and reckless behaviour. Now you are paying the price for that as you knew you would.’
‘Yes Mistress. I’m sorry’
A moment passed and a sixth stroke fell diagonally across the other five strokes. Achieved easily by the well practised disciplinarian. Tears now fell freely down Girl’s face. Quiet sobbing could be heard in the stillness of the room. Undaunted her Mistress spoke;
‘This would have been the end of your punishment but you lied to me and I cannot allow that. I must teach you that you will NEVER do that again. Do you understand?’
‘Yes Mistress’
‘Good.<br />
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'Stand up and come over to the linen chest.’
She stood, painfully and walked to the pine chest which had been pulled away from its usual position by the wall. Pillows had been placed on top of the wood. Her Mistress took her by the arm and laid her across the box, her bottom in the air and her legs and arms on the floor in front and behind her.
Her mistress came and knelt by her head. Lifting her chin she looked into the wet eyes of her Girl and said ‘Open your mouth’ in her hand she held a lathered bar of white soap. Girl did as she was told and her partner put the bar into her mouth. Moving it around and from side to side, scraping it along her teeth and running it over her tongue. ‘Bite down on that and do not let it fall or you will be punished again.’
She nodded her head, miserably, the foul tasting suds covering her mouth.
Her mistress then reached behind her and brought forward a thick, leather, razor strap. Light brown, worn with age and use, the smell of its leather still discernable even after all that time. Girl groaned from deep inside. Suds escaping from her mouth.
’25. As you have your mouth full I won’t make you count.’ Her mistress smiled.
Girl shut her eyes. 25 on top of the caning!<br />
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The first stroke hit making her throw her head back and bite down further onto the bar in her mouth. She gagged and tried not to swallow. Her hands holding the weight of her upper body became fists. The strokes came, each hard, each with a slight pause to allow the lick to be felt before the next one fell. The fire in her bottom was a raging inferno. She had never suffered a punishment as harsh as this one. She was sure she could not take it. She lost count of the number of strokes.
‘I am pleased with how you are accepting your correction. That was 20 strokes. If you accept the next 5 as well, we will end this. I want you to think about what you have done. To know that I will not allow you to hurt me or yourself like that again. You will submit to me and you will obey or you will suffer the consequences.’
Unable to speak, Girl nodded. Her face wet with tears and suds.
If it was possible the next and last 5 strokes were even harder. She kicked her legs, threw her head back but remained in position.
The next thing she knew her mistress was kneeling once again at her head. She removed the soap from her mouth and wiped her face with a soft towel. Drying her tears and wiping the suds from her face. Her mouth was full of the foul tasting soap but she knew she would not be allowed to rinse.<br />
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She was gently pulled from the chest and lead to the bed. She lay on her front and tried not to focus on the furnace that used to be her bottom. She tried not to think of for how long she would taste the soap. Her lover lay alongside her and gently stroked her back and hair. She traced her fingers along the tear tracks on her face. She gifted her Girl with a forgiving smile and opened her arms. Girl moved quickly but painfully into the welcoming embrace. She lay her head on her partner’s breast. She listened to her heart beat. She felt her love. She knew that all was well.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0