I've just reached a place
Where the willow don't bend
There's not much more to be said
It's the top of the end
I am going
I am going
I am gone. - Bob Dylan
After over two and a half decades, my marriage is now coming to an end. I'm not looking to apportion blame for two reasons; one she is not in the position to comment, and two I believe in the saying “there are two sides to every argument, and the truth is in between them!”
But, having said that, my kink played it's part, that is want I want to write about. For artistic license, my kink shall from now in be referred to as “my genie”.
THE GENIE IS KEPT WELL IN HIS BOTTLE
Like many people that I have spoken to, my genie has been a long standing thing. I could not tell you when I became aware of it, it seems to have been hard-wired to my psyche.
My genie is very much a spanking/corporal punishment genie. A genie, that as I was growing up I wanted to keep very much hidden, after all no one wants to be known as the class kinky guy, well certainly they didn't in the 1970's.
So, for all that it was a big piece of me, it was a piece that I wanted to keep well hidden from friends/girlfriends.
After all I thought, how can I articulate this? “I want to show you how much I love you by slapping your ass with a lump of wood?” Nah, that was never going to happen.
So, I bumbled along thinking myself some kind of a freak, shamed by a huge side to myself, shamed of being me in fact!
Spin forward some twenty years, and I'm married and as secretive as ever. Except now I'm more aware of the abundance of BDSM stuff on the bookshelves (this is still pre the Fifty Shades explosion). The light switches on in my head, for these books and mags to be financially viable there must be a big market of like minded people.
THE GENIE PUSHES AT THE CORK
Then we got broadband! Now I should point out here, that despite using computers all the time, I'm IT illiterate. I had a crazy paranoia about what I searched for, and was wary of porn sites crashing my system.
So, with that in mind I looked at the more mainstream sites. My favourite being Dailymotion, for anyone not aware of it, it's basically a French YouTube with a more liberal censoring. Ooh lah lah!
Also, nine years ago, this particular site had a social side to it, and a personal msg service. It was here that I met @Lori2015 , after some tentative msgs., an odd friendship grew. I couldn't dream it at the time that some nine years later we would still be friends, and certainly never would expect such great friends.
This was when my genie started to really push to be out!
We chatted, and kinda role-played, but the role plays were convoluted, almost story like. Then disaster struck, we brought down the direct msg system with over use. So, then we swapped email addresses, then decided to start the rosytales blog, in fact it was with her in mind that I chose Tomas Elu as my pen name, any Countdown fans should be easily able to work out that conundrum.
I started to open up more with myself, and became more adventurous. Chat-rooms were playing a big part of my evenings when my writing partner wasn't available. Either the chat rooms, or perhaps the blog, or a mixture of both changed my life forever.
THE GENIE LEAVES THE BOTTLE
Some four years ago I started correspondence with someone, the fact was common sense should have told me it was a doomed scenario. Those that know me on here could verify I lack the commodity of common sense.
The correspondence continued, in fact snowballed, culminating in us meeting. Culminating in the genie escaping, and my yearning of corporal punishment scenarios becoming a very corporeal thing.
The relationship collapsed through time, the impracticality of marriages, distances both physical and time difference.
However, it changed my attitudes about meeting people, be that “real life” or “cyber/Skype”. The genie was out and wanting to have fun!
In a way I've been lucky, I have met/corresponded with many people be that cyber or actually met. There is not one person that I regret having met. Do I regret anything? Fuck yeah, there were loads of things, that I wish with hindsight, that I had handled differently. But, as they say, hindsight is twenty twenty.
WHERE IS THE GENIE NOW?
He is wandering about; prodding me into action; teasing me; confusing and frustrating me. However, for the time being at least he is going to have to sit on the sidelines as I try to sort my shambolic life out.
I was talking to a friend a couple of days ago, she was asking if I had sorted out my future living arrangements. I explained my short term plans, but told her “I need a place of my own, somewhere I can leave a bit rope around without worrying about it. Somewhere where I can put up decorated “breadboards” and eat sausage and marmalade sandwiches to my hearts content!”. After I sent that I re-read it and added “shit I sound like a perverted Paddington Bear!”
She liked the analogy, because basically that's what I am, just lacking the duffle coat.
Friday night, once I finally got to sleep. I dreamt I was walking along a tree lined track with a group of people, it was late evening but the sun was still bright. Odd shafts of brightness were intermittently bursting through the trees, the guy next to me said “I don't need these now” and took off his sunglasses and through them away.
Next thing I knew, the track had finished into an unfinished bridge, a vertiginously high bridge. Below us was a beautiful bay, a crystal clear turquoise sea lapping at the sands. As I said “I always hate this part” trying to work out how to get down, the sunglasses guy jumped off the bridge into the waters below.
I then woke up, what did it mean? Time for a leap of faith I guess.
I saw this on another board and thought it would be great for a blog on here:
So...in reference to the cheesy Swayze quote, the idea of Corner-Time intriques me as a supplement to a spanking and I want to know more about real-world application to see if implementing it would make sense.
--For everyone here: What are (or have been) your personal practices with your partner when it comes to Corner-Time?
--Is it always incorporated into a spanking situation for you, or only for punishments?
--Before, after (or in between!) a spanking?
--Are there "rules" you and your partner have about body positioning, length of time, location, dress code, extra punishment if not compliant, etc.?
--From either the perspective of the one enforcing it, or the one doing the Corner-Time: what do you think the purpose is? I would imagine it allows the person to focus on his/her punishment, but am sure there is more value that I don't even know about.
As always, any input would be greatly appreciated!! Thank you.
Nope - it's not a spanking issue per se - but one that bugs me nevertheless. It seems to us gorillas that you humans have invented civilization and democracy, only to forget the benefits which come with them, and forget how difficult they are to hang on to. Maybe you are just dumb animals like us after all?
Anyway - if you are tired of listening to the politicians - here are some tips on how to shut them up...
My lesson for today will be:
HOW TO BECOME A DICTATOR IN A CONSTITUTIONAL DEMOCRACY.
First you need an unwavering belief in your own ability.
Then you need to persuade your fellow countrymen and women that they are knee-deep in the shit and that you are “The One” to sort out the mess.
You hold rallies and make bold speeches in which you identify the cause of your country’s woes – usually unemployment or social deprivation caused by the immigrant population or religious/racial minorities. You get your security guys to rough up any dissenters who dare to heckle you – this makes you appear tough and uncompromising. Your supporters will love it! You tell them that it’s time to restore national pride and make the country great again.
All you need to do is convince just enough of the voters to give you a simple majority. As a general rule – the fewer people who can be bothered to vote, the better will be your chances.
Once you have been elected, you can go to work in “putting things right”.
You begin your administration by rounding up your country’s “enemies” . You encourage them to leave of their own free will at first. When that fails, you put them in internment camps until a more permanent solution can be found.
When opposition comes from the moderates who threaten to derail your crusade – you engineer a national crisis (a bomb attack upon the central government, for example) which will give you the chance to call “a state of emergency” and allow you as commander in chief to declare martial law, send in the Army and suspend the Constitution.
By the time that the liberals and democrats have realised the danger – it will be too late. There will be no more “free” elections and those who disagree with the way you run things can then be made to “disappear”.
Once you have sorted out the domestic opposition, you can turn your attentions to waging war against all the Johnny Foreigners who would stand in the way of world domination.
No – not really. It’s what happened in Europe in the 1930s. And it’s still happening in countries around the world today. Nationalism is on the rise – and apparently set to continue doing so.
So - if you are lucky enough live in a free country and to have a vote – then for God’s sake use it – and use it wisely.
The generation which fought and died for our freedom has all but gone now. Ignore their sacrifice at your peril.
‘Those who do not learn from history – are doomed to repeat it!’ (George Santayana)
Those who would ignore George Santayana can strip down to their bra and panties and form an orderly queue outside the door of my cage . . . erm . . . I mean office!
May i just inform you, once again Mr G has changed my profile picture without my knowledge. And i didnt notice until friends started messaging me saying what a great picture it was.
Mr G found it ratger amusing and wondered how long it would be until i realised.
The stool is most definately uncomfy as i experienced a CPS treat this morning, NOT, after being cheeky last night in front of our son. I know i cant get punished there and then when hes around, so its my golden opportunity to be a cheeky little girl, tho i know i never get away with it, im not going to lie, i rather enjoy having that little opportunity to be deliberately cheeky.
After 12-15 strokes with the CPS i bared my bottom for the stool, getting the feel of the hardness, where my feet were to go, tho as it was my first time, i did not have to put nose to wall as we had dog toys everywhere and there was no space to move.
Ive now made space for the next time my bared bottom sees my stool.
It will also be used for me to bend over, cuffs can fit around the legs, giving perfect access for Master to blister my most treasured parts of my body.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm what fun. :)
Yesterday was a tough one. I had already had two rain checks on sex and set aside a morning fuck before leaving for the day, needless to say I was put off again without a single explanation. I stewed all day. It has happened before and I had had it. When I got home, she new something was wrong, yet chose not to ask, until late at night. We had it out. I explained no more rain checks that are open ended. You cannot tell me to just "take you" instead of asking if you want to have sex. The roller coaster ride stops here. I get an apology, and what should I do? "ball's in your court dear" Well, I find her outside in pitch darkness sobbing, and my heart melts. " do you want me to suck on your cock?" NO, not right now!. I paced until my eyes barely focused. I stood in front of her and cradled her head against my chest. I feel the wetness on her face. I went back and forth between caressing her hair and lightly pulling it. " How would you like me to fuck you?" NO WAIT, let me re phrase that. I am going to fuck you. I want you to go put on some clothes you don't give a shit about and meet me down stairs. A few minutes later she appears in an old hippie looking Sari type top and silky PJ bottoms. I take her over to the couch and she puts her had in my lap. She starts rubbing the bulge in my Jeans, and a couple of minutes later has my cock out and bathing it with her tongue. She has never done me wrong when it comes to oral. After almost 5 mins, I am wiggling my ass against the couch. I tell her " I know you are new at this, but when I am done with you, you will be an expert at sex." She got the hint about role play. "take me to your bedroom" she leads me upstairs. As soon as I clear the door I say " it looks like you are hiding some big titties under that blouse" No, they're small. I grabbed the blouse at the neckline and tore it off of her. I felt a rush of excitement. I have wanted to do that for 43 years. " You little liar, look at these titties, they're huge, get your ass over to the bed. I pushed her onto her back and said what are you hiding down here?" Nothing.. " yeah right, again, I grabbed the waist band, and ripped her PJ's to the crotch and off her body. I stood between her legs and rubbed her pussy with the BACK of my hand, then both. She was slightly moaning. Instead of fucking her immediately, I dropped to my knees and put my mouth against her pussy. I opened her with my tongue and located her clit. I concentrated on it, but on occasion, lapped the entire cunt. She was moaning and wiggling her ass, I sucked her clit into my mouth and used my tongue all around it. I knew she was close to coming. Her legs were on my shoulders and out of the way. I slipped a finger in her and wiggled it around, She was making noises I have never heard before. I could hear my finger in her as I sucked on her clit once more. I did something I have never done before, I inserted a second finger and used my hand to fuck her while working her clit like a little punching bag. The moans and screams became louder than ever, which made me work even harder on wanting her to cum. One mor time I sucked the entire area around her clit into my mouth and swirled my tongue all around it. My fingers were working in and out and I was rubbing the thin membrane between her asshole and her pussy. She lifted her ass of the edge of the bed, my face still attached, and came like she has never came before. My beard was soaked, as well as my face. I stood up and looked down at her. She was still wiggling. " Like that?".. Oh fuck yes! I slipped a cock ring on and worked it till I had a raging hard on. I pulled her legs up and over my shoulders and worked my cock into her. I saw her eyes roll back in her head. NOW anyone who has ever used a cock ring will tell you that it prolongs ejaculation. FUCK THAT, It was not that long and I was cumming. When we both settled down, I said " I'm not done with you yet" She asked if I wanted her ass up on the foot stool? Yeah lets try. She moves it around and climbs on top of it's padded top. I kept her knees together and spread my legs for entry. I slipped right into a pussy I normally have to work my way into. " OH Fuck, that feels good " Uh huh... Until I came a few minutes later, that's all you heard. " oh fuck, shit, mother fucker, that;s so good, i'm gonna fuck that pussy. Shes moaning uncontrollably. As I fucked her I slapped her ass cheek harder than ever, my hand stung and I exped a negative response, but got none. Each cheek got three stinging spanks, then I came. Neither of us could barely walk, but I made it to the bed. She had to pee, but soon returned. We lay on top of the bed and I started caressing her titties. I spun around with my ass towards her and planted my mouth to her pussy once more. I've never eaten twice at one meal, but I made her cum once more. My cock was still raging. Let's do the foot stool again. This time not so lucky. The thickness of my cock proved to be a challenge once more. It took almost 3 minutes to get in. I worked my ass side to side and found some lube. From then on it was as tight as if I were jacking off. Lowly, I heard " fuck me, ooo fuck me, fuck that pussy, fill me with cum, fuck me Master, fuck me Master. I did and did. I thought I might start speaking in tongues. Between her screaming " fuck me Master, and me panting, Oh fuck, I'm gonna fuck that pussy, I came, but not before clamping my big hand on the nape of her neck and pulling her body onto my cock. We were exhausted, yet a few minutes later I was trying to get back inside as she lay on her side. It did not work, so I said." put your mouth back onto my cock. Nothing like being licked with a head full of blood. That cock $3.00 cock ring is worth more than all the viagra on the planet. I could not believe it, but as she is sucking on my dick, I suggested going back to the foot stool for one more. we did, and 7 hours later I still feel that love making all through my body. I asked my wife what she thought of having me tear her clothes off and have my way with her. All she said was " you are going to have to do that again sometime. I loved being helpless under your body. We kissed and kissed, then fell asleep.
No status, no comments, no avatar, no pictures, no likes, no dislikes...... No message no nothing!!!...... Not even a little message when you friend request me??....... I'm not gonna add you........I understand privacy but do you understand if u wanna ask me personal questions I wanna know a bit about the person asking them...... Tell me I'm wrong??.....also dick pictures?... No thank you!
I can not believe that I am asking this, Because as an individual that had over 27 yr. of r/l experience in D/s, Taken in Hand Marriage and Spencer Spanking Plan, and been on the giving and receiving end a sound spanking.. However, I have never been concerned about bruising...Now that me and my new girl have a need for healthcare aides, and bruises legally must be reported to medical and legal authorities... After explaining why, how is it possible to apply effective corporal punishment on the posterior without bruises...
My name is Jennifer Anna Marie Lopez putero rican 100% I am 29 years old born on may 15 I have a one year old daughter baby daddy not in my life he cheated on so I told him bye boy. Wanted to spank someone since I was in high school started spanking my wifey aka my girl yes i am bi anyways anymore u would like to know email me
...purchased for the occasion, rubber spatula with lots of flex action. the slight curve in the paddle face should conform to a little panty sissy's bottom nicely. hope my sissy panty
There was something vaguely familiar about the man who pulled his weather beaten Pathfinder to the side of the road, leaning over to open the passenger side door for her. It wasn’t the clothing – he wore a white dress shirt and paisley tie, dark suit pants, and suspenders. It wasn’t his dark hair, which was slicked back from his handsome face. No, he looked like a GQ model, all chiseled features and stylish wardrobe and locks – nothing like what she was used to. But there was something about the faded-denim eyes, something familiar about the crinkles there, the warmth with which he looked at her. Something, too, about the smile he tried to hide when she thanked him for the ride, explaining in an embarrassed rush how she couldn’t have called her husband, Levi, to come and get her, because he’d be livid when she told him that not only had she let the car run out of gas, but she’d also forgotten (yet again) to charge her cell phone.
Zella glanced nervously at the handsome man as he drove. “So, thanks a lot. You saved my butt.” Quite literally, she added mentally.
There it was again – that half smile, quickly stealing over his face, and then just as fast, it was gone. His gaze flickered over to her. “Well, you’re welcome. But maybe in the future, you might want to follow your husband’s advice... it might help avoid any similar inconveniences.”
She nodded. “Absolutely. Believe me, I’ve already resolved to do just that.” She peeked at him out of the corner of her eye and watched him shake his head at her.
“I’m Zella, by the way,” she said, turning in her seat and give him a bright, friendly grin.
“Connor. Nice to meet you.”
“Same here.” She turned back, facing forward again, realizing that she was nervous, and not just because she was in a strange car with a strange man. No, it had more to do with the fact that this particular man was so hot... Well, he nearly made her forget all about her husband. And after fifteen years of marriage, that was sort of a hard thing to do.
“Where you headed?”
“Um... If you could drop me off in Coleman, that would be great. I can walk home from Main Street.”
“I’ll do you one better,” he promised, sending her a sexy smile. “Door to door service.”
She knew she shouldn’t let him do that. He seemed nice, but it was bad enough to catch a ride from a stranger; it would be even worse, if she allowed him to drive her right up to her front door. She knew that her husband would spank her into next week if he even knew she had contemplated it.
“Main Street’s just fine,” she insisted. “I have to stop at the post office for the mail, anyhow. Thanks, though.”
A few moments passed by in uncomfortable silence. Zella watched the passing scenery from her window, pretending an interest she didn’t feel.
“You know,” he said suddenly, his tone conversational. “If you were my wife, and you pulled a stunt like this – letting your car run out of gas, neglecting to charge your cell phone, and then hitching a ride in a stranger’s car to avoid telling me about it – I’d make damn sure you didn’t do any of it ever, ever again.” He looked up from the road and speared her to the seat with his gaze. “Want to hear how?”
Zella swallowed, and the action made a loud, embarrassing noise in the otherwise silent car. “How?” she squeaked.
An evil smile – there was no other way to describe it – appeared on his beautiful face. Holding her gaze for just a moment longer, he said, “I’d blister your little bottom for you.”
Calmly, he returned his attention to the road.
Zella’s mouth hung open at his announcement. She stared openly at him. Leave it to her to get picked up by some weirdo. Well, of course, that was the very reason people didn’t hitchhike – it could be dangerous.
I should get out of the car, she thought briefly. If he thinks I should be spanked, who knows what other loopy ideas he might get...
They were approaching a red light, and she quickly planned a getaway in her head. They were in a crowded area. There were a lot of other vehicles and pedestrians around to help her if she needed them to.
But when the Pathfinder rolled to a stop, she sat as still as a stone in the passenger seat. Not one muscle moved. She let her chance for escape disappear because her heart was pounding like mad in her chest – and not in fear. She was excited. She could feel her nipples, taut and hard, straining against her bra and the fabric of her blouse. And her panties... oh, God, they were suddenly so wet.
“What do you think about that?” he asked. He glanced up from the road to look at her, and Zella had the feeling that he already knew exactly what she thought. That he already knew what scenes were running through her head, and just how inexplicably turned on she was by them.
She folded her arms over her chest and frowned at him. “I think you’re sick,” she declared reproachfully. “What kind of man does that to a woman?”
He chuckled. “The kind who doesn’t want his woman to get herself hurt.” His face sobered, and when he looked at her, she again had that unsettling feeling that he knew her thoughts, and more... that he knew everything there ever was to know about her. “Some ladies respond very well to it, you know. Some even like it a little.”
Zella realized she was hugging herself, as if she was trying to hold herself together, trying to avoid screaming that she was one of those girls. He chuckled again, and she knew that he could tell. But he didn’t say another word. They drove on in silence for another few minutes. There were only about five more miles until they reached the center of town. Zella was both relieved and disappointed that the trip would be ending so soon.
Then suddenly, he veered off the road, turning sharply into the parking lot of a hotel. Zella’s heartbeat picked up, racing hard and fast, when he parked the car in front of the hotel office.
She glanced at him nervously. “W-w-what are you doing?”
He met her eyes and held them for a few heart-thudding seconds. “Stay right here,” he instructed in a low tone. “Wait for me right here.”
She watched as he got out of the car and walked into the little office. Her heart was still slamming around inside her chest, as if it was the only part of her body with any sense, trying to escape. She sat as motionless as a statue, listening to the loud, uneven sound of her own breathing.
There was a big window, and she could see the entire transaction that was taking place at the front desk. Connor had fished a credit card from his wallet, and the clerk was scanning it through her machine. A moment later, after signing the credit card receipt, Connor was given a key card, and he then turned and started back outside to the Pathfinder.
Zella knew she was staring at him when he got back into the car, but she couldn’t stop herself. Her gaze traveled from his face to the key in his hand, and her mind reeled with the possible implications it might involve.
Don’t get crazy, she tried to reason with herself. Maybe he just wanted to check into his hotel before he dropped me off in town. Maybe it’s all just as harmless as that...
Then he drove them over to the far side of the hotel and pulled into a space in front of one of the lower level rooms. He looked over at her and said quietly, “Get out of the car.”
She stared at him as if he’d suddenly sprouted two heads. “No!” The word came out in a horrified whisper, not the clear and defiant shout of refusal she’d meant it to be.
He met her gaze for what felt like a very long time, and gradually she felt her resolve crumbling. She couldn’t help but glance away. It was simply impossible to keep looking into those implacable eyes.
He surprised her by getting out of the car, without another word. At first, she thought that he might have simply decided to leave her alone, and she knew an odd, sharp feeling of disappointment. This was short-lived, however; because instead of going up to the room alone, he came around to her door. Before she had a moment to react in any way, he had wrenched open the door and was standing in front of her, his arms folded disapprovingly over his wide chest.
“I am only going to say this once more,” he told her flatly, his eyes boring into hers. “Get. Out. Of. The. Car.”
Zella gulped. This man was not playing around.
She wanted to scramble out of the vehicle, but she was too nervous. Instead, she moved slowly, cautiously, sliding down out of the seat until her feet hit the pavement. Doing this, though, resulted in her body coming into unavoidable, torturous contact with Connor’s, since he was standing so close inside the open car door.
He was grinning by the time she stood up beside him. He chucked her playfully under the chin, and she blushed. “What a little tease you are,” he accused.
“I... I didn’t mean to –”
“Yeah, right.” He shook his head. “Come on. Come with me.” He grabbed her wrist and tugged her behind him, so she had little choice in the matter. It was either that, or make a scene trying to get free of him.
And, really, if she was honest with herself, she would have recognized that she didn’t really want to get free of him. But she wasn’t yet ready to admit to herself that she wanted him to spank her. She was only fully aware that she was drawn to him, despite all common sense or reasoning.
It suddenly occurred to her that maybe he’d brought her here for some reason other than a spanking... all sorts of possibilities swirled through her brain as she stood beside him while he swiped the key card through the reader. Or, perhaps, he’d brought her here to give her the spanking he thought she deserved, and to participate in a few other activities, too.
To her dismay, her sex throbbed in anticipation.
“Ladies first,” he offered, holding out an inviting hand in front of him once the door was open. Zella looked up at him with uncertain eyes, despite the fact that the core of her was still pulsing.
“Don’t make me carry you,” he warned in a low undertone. “It will be more pleasant if you walk inside on your own two feet.”
God, what was it about his husky threats that made her toes curl? She should have slapped him silly, she should have railed at him, cursed him, and told him where he could shove his orders. At the very least, she should have turned and marched away, going straight to the office to call her husband to come and pick her up.
But she didn’t. She pushed past him instead, once again finding that her body – this time her back and buttocks – had only enough room to brush up close and personal against his own. She thought she heard him stifle a groan, and she bit her bottom lip as a smile of triumph spread across her face.
The room was typically nondescript – beige walls, tan carpet, the usual generic landscape painting on the wall. The bed, though, sat like a living thing in the center of the room, glaringly present, making her think of things other than spanking that could occur there – if she wasn’t a faithful wife, of course.
She watched Connor stride purposefully to the window and close the drapes with deft movements. When he turned around to face her again, he was unbuttoning the cuff at his right wrist, and then he began rolling up that sleeve. His gaze stabbed her and he said, “Take off your jeans.”
There it was again, that telltale pulse in her loins. She stared at him for several moments, feeling the softening of her core, her face heating with the knowledge that not only was she going to allow him to spank her, but – God, help her – she was going to like it.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he cautioned, now working on his other shirtsleeve. “Do it now, or I will.”
A shiver coursed through her, and she briefly contemplated defying him further, just so that she could experience the thrill of having him strip her instead.
Eventually, she gave in, slowly unbuttoning her fly and skimming the jeans down past her hips and legs. She folded them with shaking hands and set them aside on the bureau. Her bare legs felt unsteady when she faced him, as if they wouldn’t hold her up much longer.
“Turn around,” he instructed gruffly. His arms were folded over his chest now, and she could see the muscular cords in his forearms and the fine, dark hairs that sprinkled his tan skin.
She couldn’t have ignored his command if she’d wanted to. On unsteady legs, she turned in a circle until her back was facing him.
“Stop right there,” he said. She paused awkwardly and stood still, feeling his gaze on her body. A moment later, he stepped up behind her, and she felt his fingers as they hooked inside the elastic band at the top of her panties. Then he was lowering them, jerking them hard and fast down her body until they pooled around her ankles.
She gasped as his hand pressed, flat and unmoving, on her bare backside. He leaned towards her, his mouth just inches from her ear. She could smell his breath – minty and sweet.
“I’m going to make your little bottom hot and red and itchy. I’m going to make it sting and hurt. I’m going to spank you until you’re kicking and pleading for me to stop. You’re going to be sore for days afterward, and you’ll think of me every time you move. You’ll remember this lesson, and you’ll know better the next time. You’ll know to face the music with your husband instead of taking your chances with a stranger.”
Her entire body was trembling with his words, and her bottom cheeks were clenched tightly under his hand. She was so wet, she was surprised that she wasn’t dripping onto the floor beneath her feet.
Zella saw a slow smile spread over Connor’s face. “You like this, don’t you?” he guessed, and her head snapped towards him in surprise. His smile spread at the truth he saw in her eyes. “You do,” he marveled. His blue gaze glimmered with humor. “I bet your little pussy is just pulsing and slick right now, isn’t it?”
She quickly looked away from him, flushing all the way to her toes. As if trying to answer for itself, said pussy throbbed and ached in response, but Zella’s mouth twisted tightly closed.
Connor grasped her chin in his hand and pulled her resolutely back to face him. “I asked you a question,” he reminded her, one eyebrow quirked in challenge.
Glaring at him, she spat out his answer. “Yes. All right? I do. I like this.” She jerked her chin out of his hand and looked defiantly away. “I like it a lot.”
He chuckled and the sound made her want to curl up tight against him. “Well,” he said jovially. “What are we waiting for, then? Come on!”
He grabbed her hand and pulled her roughly over to the bed. He all but flung himself down on the edge, upending her hard and fast over his lap in practically the same motion. Her panties flew across the room with the movement, and she was now totally bare from the waist down except for her socks and shoes.
Connor tucked her legs inside of his own, effectively preventing any kicking or scissoring before it even started. Then he wound his arm back and immediately let loose with a hard wallop, sending out a mighty SMACK!! into the room.
Zella gasped at the strength behind that one single swat. But before she even had a moment to react or to ready herself for the next one, he was already delivering it.
“Ow!” Zella complained loudly. She bucked her hips, trying ineffectively to shake off the pain.
“This is nothing, Zella,” Connor informed her calmly, providing her with another smarting spank. “Just imagine how much worse things could be.” WAP!! “I could have brought you here,” SMACK!! “to use you for something else.” CRACK!! “Or, I could have taken your money,” SLAP!! “and left you out in a ditch somewhere.”
He paused to pinch and cup her reddened cheeks, roughly rubbing his hands across them, and Zella listened to her rasping, ragged breathing. Her bottom felt like it was on fire, and he’d only given her, what, seven swats? His hand was easily as big and as hard as a paddle.
The respite didn’t last very long. The spanking started again, this time even faster than before. Connor concentrated all the swats on her sit spot, raining them down onto the same little band of space over and over again. In her mind’s eye, Zella could well imagine the darkening of that area of her skin, as each smack increased the sting and heat in her backside. It felt as though he spanked her there forever. She began to swing her hips from side to side and up and down, trying vainly to thwart his unerring aim. She heard herself gasping and grunting, making small cries of pain and distress.
“Never, never, never trust a stranger, Zella,” Connor was scolding her, using his swats to punctuate his words. “Just look at what trusting me has resulted in.”
Finally, finally, he paused again, manhandling her cheeks with rough rubs and pinches. Zella panted, exhausted, over his lap, trying to catch her breath, feeling the throbbing pulse of her heated backside. Despite the pain and indignity of her position, she was all too aware of how sexually excited she was. If Connor had flipped her over and mounted her, she would have welcomed him eagerly, and her body would have been more than ready to accept him.
“If I didn’t know better, I would swear that you were standing out on that roadside with your thumb out, just looking for someone to pick you up and take you to task,” he said. Zella could hear the hint of humor in his tone, and a smile tugged at her lips. He gave her a sharp slap in the center of her bottom. “Is that what you were doing out there, Zella, being a bad girl, hitchhiking for a spanking? Hmm?”
She cried out, as he smacked her again. “Oh!” She bit her lower lip, hissing as a second spank fell. She looked over her shoulder at him, and let the smile come to the surface. “Maybe...”
He stared at her for a moment as if in shock. But she saw the twinkle in his eyes. A moment later, he was pushing her up. “Stand up,” he ordered roughly. “It’s obvious to me that you need a much firmer lesson than the one I’ve been giving you so far.”
She stood up before him, her legs watery, holding her hot backside in both hands, and watched as he slowly stood up. Eyes locked on her, he unbuckled his black leather belt with deliberate motions, sliding it free of his pants with a low, hissing sound that sent a delicious shiver down her spine.
He held her gaze for a few heartbeats, then turned and stacked three pillows on the side of the bed that was closest to them. He indicated them with a nod of his head. “Climb up and over,” he said.
Her eyes were fixed on that length of black leather as she wordlessly obeyed. She folded herself over the pillows and allowed him to move her to his liking, taking naughty delight in the way it felt to be propped up in such an obscene manner before this handsome stranger. She was clearly on display for him, to be used in whatever manner he saw fit. There was very little – if any – say in the matter that belonged to her.
She turned her head towards him, to watch as he folded the belt in half and grasped the loose ends in his hand. Her pupils dilated at the sight of the looped leather, and she pressed her hips into the pillows, grinding against them sensuously. A tiny grin crossed her face when she saw him take notice of her hips, and she heard a gasp fall from his lips.
And then the whipping began. He knew how to wield the belt, where to strike, how to nip her right where her bottom was the most tender. She bit her lip to contain the cries at first, but that didn’t last long. Soon, she was singing out with each lash, gripping the bedspread beneath her in both hands. Her feet pummeled against the mattress, as her bottom went from dark pink to scarlet.
Yet, through it all, she never once scrambled away from him, even though he wasn’t holding her down anymore. She could have tried to get away, but she didn’t.
In fact, she did the exact opposite. She lifted her hips up towards the arc of the belt, making herself an even easier target. Each and every time, she presented herself for the next lick, never once cringing away from the leather.
And all along, she watched him with intense eyes that never wavered from him. She blinked only when the leather met her backside, allowing the motion to propel her forward, grazing her aching breasts against the mattress.
She was quaking with need, engulfed in a rush of endorphins by the time he was finished. Connor rethreaded his belt around his waist, looking down at her dazed expression. She could tell by the look in his eyes that, had he been a different man, he would have taken advantage of the situation.
“Well?” he asked half-heartedly, as if he already knew the answer to his question and was only going through the motions of asking. “Have you learned your lesson?”
She looked up at him with slanted, bedroom eyes. She arched her back higher, presenting her bottom like an invitation, personally engraved for him. “Sure,” she purred casually.
He shook his head at her. “Well, maybe not. But I bet you will now.” And with that, he snatched up her purse, snapping it open and fishing around inside.
“What are you doing?” she demanded, sitting back on her haunches and hissing as she did so. Her hands immediately went back to rub her tender skin.
“Ah-ha!” he exclaimed, pulling out her address book. He sent her a triumphant look, flipping through the pages until he found what he was looking for. “I’m calling your husband.”
She watched in wide-eyed horror as he used his cell phone to call the phone number from the book. It wasn’t as though it was hard to find – how many Levis did a typical person have in their address book, anyway? And since she was so lousy with phone numbers, she did have it listed, for instances just like today when the cell was dead, and she couldn’t just speed dial it.
Connor grinned at her and winked, then turned on his heel and walked out of the room, the phone still held to his ear.
It was only about ten minutes later when the door to the hotel room reopened. The man who entered looked a lot like Connor – some might even have sworn it was him, save for the subtle differences. This man wore worn blue jeans and a tattered flannel shirt over a white tee shirt. He had work boots on, and his hair was disheveled, as if he’d run his hands through it repeatedly. But something around the eyes, something about that smile, was reminiscent of Connor.
He locked eyes with Zella and shook his head at her. “You, missy, are in a heap of trouble,” he proclaimed.
“Hi, Levi,” she said with a shy smile.
He came up to her and moved her shielding hands away from her bottom, which was still red. He gave her sore seat a close once over. “Hmm. Not bad. But I see a spot that my alter ego missed... right here.”
He gave her a meaty clap of his hand, and she jumped up close against him.
“Oh, and here’s another spot he missed.” SLAP! “And another one, over here.” CRACK!!
Zella looked up at her husband, eyes dancing. “Yeah, well he missed another spot, too.” She pointed to her lips. “Right here.”
“Ahh... well, let me get right on that, then.”
Levi pulled her close, one hand curled around her hot bottom, the other cupping her face. He gave her an unhurried, lingering kiss, his tongue slowly easing inside her mouth to play with her own. When their lips parted, he looked her face over with care. “Hmm, here’s another spot, too.” He moved his lips down a few inches to feather against her neck. “Mmm. And another down here...”
Sometimes I wonder what could I have done to make things better....and then I wonder why it even matters to me. I have overcome a lot of things in my life, but sometimes you just get tired. Tired of trying, tired of sacrificing, tired of the mind games, and disappointments. Where does it say you have to settle for anything just to have a piece of something? I guess I have never really been one to settle. I believe I deserve to have what I want, and I am going to have just that. The last few weeks have been long, tiring, and mind-blowing, but yet I still stand. I walk with a limp now, because of my left knee. I see myself on a road to recovery.
To recover from all the things that have hurt me, betrayed me, abandoned me, took me for granted, used and disappointed me. The journey I foresee is one to regain the courage I have lost to some degree along the way, to heal my broken heart, and give clarity to my mind. Although, I don’t have an understanding to why some of the things happened like they did, with or without that closure, I still must rise above it all. Some things in life, can hurt you so bad, that they hurt you physically, as well. Some things affect your mind, your body, and your soul.i never thought I would hurt in this way, but when you let your guard down sometimes, you get caught-up in a world of bullshit....lol, but its up to you to bounce back, with that being said...I'm bouncing yal xoxoxoxo TyGrr