Saturday, April 30, 2005
A Spanking Good Time...
Today I'm posting some happy spankings! Artists are credited where known. If you recognize an uncredited one, let me know!
Hot Blog Award
A huge thank you to Lady Calliah for awarding me her Hot Blog Award this week! And a huge thank you to Alex, whose "Coconut Cream" story captured Lady Calliah's imagination!
Friday, April 29, 2005
A rant about out of control children...
I work in customer service for a bank. I handle account servicing in nearly every department, one of them the credit card department. A customer called me last night regarding an overpayment on her card. She was very polite and professional, and I let her know how we would resolve the problem. As I was getting a contact number for her, I suddenly heard a teenage girl in the background.
"MOM, where's the card?"
"Hold on, honey. I'm on the phone."
"MOM! YOU GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW! YOU FIND THIS CARD!MOM! MOM!"
This was at the top of her lungs, in the most disrespectful voice I've ever heard. Did her mom put down the phone and do any one of the appropriate things that popped into my head? No she did not. What she did was that sort of stage whisper you do when you're on the phone and someone there with you keeps talking to you.
"Will you wait? I'm on the phone?"
"MOM! GET IN HERE!"
I managed to reclaim the mother's attention long enough to get her contact number, despite the crashing and throwing going on in the background as her daughter showed her displeasure.
When I got off the call, I was surprised to find myself almost shaking with anger. I can't stand to see that kind of disrespect coming from children, and if I'd talked to my parents that way, I just might have had trouble walking, let alone sitting.
As I finished up my notes, I realized that I needed one more piece of information from the customer. It had been 2 minutes since we'd hung up the phone. I called her back, and the daughter picked up.
"I need to speak with _____."
"She's not here," she said in the snottiest voice she could muster, and hung up on me. I stared at the phone in disbelief and dialed again. This time when she picked up I said, "I need to speak with ___. I I'm calling from the bank, and I just spoke with her 2 minutes ago. Please put her on the phone." She didn't even bother to speak before she hung up on me again. By this time I was furious. I called back. This time, the daughter waited till the answering machine started before she picked up. She let the whole machine run, waited till I left her mother a message, and then hung up again.
At that point I decided to wait for a while and call back later. Within a few minutes, someone brought me a message that the woman had called while I was on another call. I picked up the phone and called her back, and that little bitch hung up on me again! Practicing my whole deep-breathing-count-to-ten thing, I called back one last time.
Finally! The mother answered this time. "I'm glad I got in touch with you," I said. "I've called several times and been hung up on."
"Oh," she said. "That's because my daughter's mad at me, and she's not a very nice person when that happens."
I got the information I needed from her and somehow refrained from advising her to give her daughter some stern discipline. I can't feel sorry for the woman. Obviously her daughter knows she can treat her this way. Someone should have put her over their knee a long time ago.
How can you think you're doing a good job as a parent if your kids treat you this way? Take some responsibility! At no age would I have even thought about acting that way. Not only would I have been terrified of the consequences, but I respected my parents tremendously. Aaaarrrggghhh!
"MOM, where's the card?"
"Hold on, honey. I'm on the phone."
"MOM! YOU GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW! YOU FIND THIS CARD!MOM! MOM!"
This was at the top of her lungs, in the most disrespectful voice I've ever heard. Did her mom put down the phone and do any one of the appropriate things that popped into my head? No she did not. What she did was that sort of stage whisper you do when you're on the phone and someone there with you keeps talking to you.
"Will you wait? I'm on the phone?"
"MOM! GET IN HERE!"
I managed to reclaim the mother's attention long enough to get her contact number, despite the crashing and throwing going on in the background as her daughter showed her displeasure.
When I got off the call, I was surprised to find myself almost shaking with anger. I can't stand to see that kind of disrespect coming from children, and if I'd talked to my parents that way, I just might have had trouble walking, let alone sitting.
As I finished up my notes, I realized that I needed one more piece of information from the customer. It had been 2 minutes since we'd hung up the phone. I called her back, and the daughter picked up.
"I need to speak with _____."
"She's not here," she said in the snottiest voice she could muster, and hung up on me. I stared at the phone in disbelief and dialed again. This time when she picked up I said, "I need to speak with ___. I I'm calling from the bank, and I just spoke with her 2 minutes ago. Please put her on the phone." She didn't even bother to speak before she hung up on me again. By this time I was furious. I called back. This time, the daughter waited till the answering machine started before she picked up. She let the whole machine run, waited till I left her mother a message, and then hung up again.
At that point I decided to wait for a while and call back later. Within a few minutes, someone brought me a message that the woman had called while I was on another call. I picked up the phone and called her back, and that little bitch hung up on me again! Practicing my whole deep-breathing-count-to-ten thing, I called back one last time.
Finally! The mother answered this time. "I'm glad I got in touch with you," I said. "I've called several times and been hung up on."
"Oh," she said. "That's because my daughter's mad at me, and she's not a very nice person when that happens."
I got the information I needed from her and somehow refrained from advising her to give her daughter some stern discipline. I can't feel sorry for the woman. Obviously her daughter knows she can treat her this way. Someone should have put her over their knee a long time ago.
How can you think you're doing a good job as a parent if your kids treat you this way? Take some responsibility! At no age would I have even thought about acting that way. Not only would I have been terrified of the consequences, but I respected my parents tremendously. Aaaarrrggghhh!
Another new spanking blog!
I've just linked Kendra, a new wife and mother in a DD marriage. Visit her at Spanking and Domestic Discipline.
Coconut Cream
Okay, okay, enough fooling around. Here's a very yummy story from Alex (bernaise38@yahoo.com) As always, click Read More to get the full scoop! (Oh my goodness, I can't believe my corniness).
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When I was 25, I had a job as the manager of
a frozen yogurt store in San Diego. I was often
playfully teased by one of my employees, Michelle,
a 19 year-old sprite with a nice full figure.
She liked to jump on my back and mess up my hair.
I’d joked many times about putting her across
my knee, but I was only bluffing. It became kind
of an inside thing between us.
"Watch out for Alex!" She once warned a new female
employee. "He’ll take you to the woodshed!"
One evening we were closing the store and Michelle
was hurrying because she was going out with some
friends later. In her haste, she spilled a large
tub of strawberry yogurt all over the floor.
"Damn!" she said. "This is going to take forever
to clean up!"
Meanwhile, her friends had driven up outside and
were honking the horn.
"Alex, can you clean this up? If I don’t go now,
they’re going to leave without me!"
I nodded and grabbed a mop.
As she left, Michelle kissed me on the cheek.
"You can give me a good spanking tomorrow." she
whispered into my ear.
I'm not sure, but think I actually blushed.
Thoughts of slapping that cute little ass
filled my head as I finished up closing the store.
But, by the time I got home and went to bed, I’d
more or less forgotten about it.
The next morning, when I showed up for work, I
found Michelle waiting for me at the front door
of the store.
"Are you scheduled for the morning shift?"
"No." she said. "But you and I have some unfinished
business and I’d like to get to it as soon
as possible."
I unlocked the door and Michelle walked to the back
of the store with me right behind. She took a chair
from behind the work desk and placed it in the
center of the room.
"Why don’t you sit right here?" she said.
I followed her lead and sat down.
Michelle then unbuttoned her pants and wriggled
her hips as she pushed those tight denim jeans
down to her knees. She pulled up her T-shirt to
reveal a powder blue pair of panties that looked
more like a bikini bottom than underwear. She laid
herself across my lap, her fingers and toes just
grazing the floor, that lovely panty-clad ass
arched up in anticipation.
"This is going to hurt me more than it does you."
I said, melodramatically.
"Yeah, I can feel your pain." she said, bumping her
hip against the hardening bulge in my pants.
I laid my left hand firmly on the small of her
back as I slowly lifted my right, then brought
it down with a firm smack across her left cheek.
Then I gave her right cheek a slap.
As I continued gently spanking her, Michelle
grunted softly. Each swat brought a slightly louder
grunt, but soon she was rolling her shoulders and
wiggling her bottom as if to say:
"This is very nice. What else have you got?"
So the next swat was a little harder. The next
two were harder yet and with less time between.
Now I was really getting into it. Then, just as I
was hitting my stride, Michelle interrupted.
"Are my panties getting in your way?"
"You know, I believe they are." I said as I yanked
them down to her knees and started in on her round,
bare, snowy-white bottom. Once again I began
spanking her slowly, but with gaining speed.
One cheek and then the other, then both, then just
the right one until it turned pink, so I’d switch
back to the left. Before long, Michelle was kicking
and fighting back tears. My hand was a blur. I felt
like an artist splashing shades of pink and red
onto a perfectly formed canvas. I spanked Michelle
until her kicking became frenzied and her poor
little bottom was nearly scarlet. I gave each cheek
one last resounding slap, then let my subject catch
her breath as I slowly massaged her aching ass.
Eventually, Michelle got to her feet, then slowly
and carefully pulled her panties and jeans back up.
I stood as well and took my naughty little worker,
by the ear, to a nearby corner. There was a
full-length mirror on the door to the bathroom.
She looked over her shoulder at her reflection.
"My butt's going to glow in the dark tonight!"
she said with a tearful laugh as she rubbed her
sore, throbbing cheeks.
With my hand on the back of her head, I gently
guided her nose snugly into the corner. She gasped
a bit as I yanked her pants and panties back down.
"You just stand right here and don't move until
I get back, young lady!"
I spent about fifteen minutes getting the store
ready to open. Then I went to the freezer and got
a bucket of Coconut Cream yogurt and placed it next
to the chair. I took a flat wooden spoon from
the sink and sat down. For a moment I gazed at
Michelle standing so obediently in the corner, her
hands at her side and her pants and panties pulled
down to expose a freshly shellacked back porch.
"Now get back over my knee!" I barked.
Michelle turned around and quickly shuffled over
to my side. Seeing the large wooden spoon in my
hand caused her to gulp and whimper a little,
but she soon placed herself across my lap.
I leaned down, opened the bucket of yogurt and
stuck the spoon in deep, bringing up a large scoop
of frozen Coconut Cream which I lifted just above
her ass. Michelle tensed up in anticipation of more
punishment and then let out a deep sigh of relief
and pleasure as I smoothly spread the cold white
yogurt across her burning cheeks. She trembled when
I slathered on another heaping spoonful of the
creamy coolness which seemed to melt as it touched
her hot flesh. It dripped into the crack of her
ass and down her plump thighs. She moaned deeply
as I leaned down and licked some up, leaving a
swath of crimson across her sweet, slippery
pink and white bottom.
I won’t go into anymore detail here. Suffice it
to say that the store got opened pretty late
that day.
Michelle and I worked together for nearly a year
after that and I must have spanked her a hundred
times. After a while, she gave up the pretense of
misbehaving and it just became a given that, if we
were working together, she was going get spanked
at least once during the shift.
I continued the ritual of cooling down her red
hot cheeks with frozen yogurt. We tried every
flavor in the store, but Coconut Cream was our
sentimental favorite.
It was on evenings when we closed together that
Michelle really got her buns toasted. As soon as
the door was locked, we’d scurry to the back to
play our little games. Some nights we'd do the
stern principal and the naughty schoolgirl and
on others I’d be the jealous husband and she
my flirtatious wife.
I wound up taking her jeans down so often that
one day I suggested putting a flap on the back
for easy access.
"No way!" Michelle protested. "Getting my pants
pulled down is my favorite part!" Then she looked
up and noticed that the flavor of the day was
Coconut Cream. "Uh-oh!" she said, unbuckling
her belt. "Looks like I’m going to take my
dinner break standing up!"
THE END
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When I was 25, I had a job as the manager of
a frozen yogurt store in San Diego. I was often
playfully teased by one of my employees, Michelle,
a 19 year-old sprite with a nice full figure.
She liked to jump on my back and mess up my hair.
I’d joked many times about putting her across
my knee, but I was only bluffing. It became kind
of an inside thing between us.
"Watch out for Alex!" She once warned a new female
employee. "He’ll take you to the woodshed!"
One evening we were closing the store and Michelle
was hurrying because she was going out with some
friends later. In her haste, she spilled a large
tub of strawberry yogurt all over the floor.
"Damn!" she said. "This is going to take forever
to clean up!"
Meanwhile, her friends had driven up outside and
were honking the horn.
"Alex, can you clean this up? If I don’t go now,
they’re going to leave without me!"
I nodded and grabbed a mop.
As she left, Michelle kissed me on the cheek.
"You can give me a good spanking tomorrow." she
whispered into my ear.
I'm not sure, but think I actually blushed.
Thoughts of slapping that cute little ass
filled my head as I finished up closing the store.
But, by the time I got home and went to bed, I’d
more or less forgotten about it.
The next morning, when I showed up for work, I
found Michelle waiting for me at the front door
of the store.
"Are you scheduled for the morning shift?"
"No." she said. "But you and I have some unfinished
business and I’d like to get to it as soon
as possible."
I unlocked the door and Michelle walked to the back
of the store with me right behind. She took a chair
from behind the work desk and placed it in the
center of the room.
"Why don’t you sit right here?" she said.
I followed her lead and sat down.
Michelle then unbuttoned her pants and wriggled
her hips as she pushed those tight denim jeans
down to her knees. She pulled up her T-shirt to
reveal a powder blue pair of panties that looked
more like a bikini bottom than underwear. She laid
herself across my lap, her fingers and toes just
grazing the floor, that lovely panty-clad ass
arched up in anticipation.
"This is going to hurt me more than it does you."
I said, melodramatically.
"Yeah, I can feel your pain." she said, bumping her
hip against the hardening bulge in my pants.
I laid my left hand firmly on the small of her
back as I slowly lifted my right, then brought
it down with a firm smack across her left cheek.
Then I gave her right cheek a slap.
As I continued gently spanking her, Michelle
grunted softly. Each swat brought a slightly louder
grunt, but soon she was rolling her shoulders and
wiggling her bottom as if to say:
"This is very nice. What else have you got?"
So the next swat was a little harder. The next
two were harder yet and with less time between.
Now I was really getting into it. Then, just as I
was hitting my stride, Michelle interrupted.
"Are my panties getting in your way?"
"You know, I believe they are." I said as I yanked
them down to her knees and started in on her round,
bare, snowy-white bottom. Once again I began
spanking her slowly, but with gaining speed.
One cheek and then the other, then both, then just
the right one until it turned pink, so I’d switch
back to the left. Before long, Michelle was kicking
and fighting back tears. My hand was a blur. I felt
like an artist splashing shades of pink and red
onto a perfectly formed canvas. I spanked Michelle
until her kicking became frenzied and her poor
little bottom was nearly scarlet. I gave each cheek
one last resounding slap, then let my subject catch
her breath as I slowly massaged her aching ass.
Eventually, Michelle got to her feet, then slowly
and carefully pulled her panties and jeans back up.
I stood as well and took my naughty little worker,
by the ear, to a nearby corner. There was a
full-length mirror on the door to the bathroom.
She looked over her shoulder at her reflection.
"My butt's going to glow in the dark tonight!"
she said with a tearful laugh as she rubbed her
sore, throbbing cheeks.
With my hand on the back of her head, I gently
guided her nose snugly into the corner. She gasped
a bit as I yanked her pants and panties back down.
"You just stand right here and don't move until
I get back, young lady!"
I spent about fifteen minutes getting the store
ready to open. Then I went to the freezer and got
a bucket of Coconut Cream yogurt and placed it next
to the chair. I took a flat wooden spoon from
the sink and sat down. For a moment I gazed at
Michelle standing so obediently in the corner, her
hands at her side and her pants and panties pulled
down to expose a freshly shellacked back porch.
"Now get back over my knee!" I barked.
Michelle turned around and quickly shuffled over
to my side. Seeing the large wooden spoon in my
hand caused her to gulp and whimper a little,
but she soon placed herself across my lap.
I leaned down, opened the bucket of yogurt and
stuck the spoon in deep, bringing up a large scoop
of frozen Coconut Cream which I lifted just above
her ass. Michelle tensed up in anticipation of more
punishment and then let out a deep sigh of relief
and pleasure as I smoothly spread the cold white
yogurt across her burning cheeks. She trembled when
I slathered on another heaping spoonful of the
creamy coolness which seemed to melt as it touched
her hot flesh. It dripped into the crack of her
ass and down her plump thighs. She moaned deeply
as I leaned down and licked some up, leaving a
swath of crimson across her sweet, slippery
pink and white bottom.
I won’t go into anymore detail here. Suffice it
to say that the store got opened pretty late
that day.
Michelle and I worked together for nearly a year
after that and I must have spanked her a hundred
times. After a while, she gave up the pretense of
misbehaving and it just became a given that, if we
were working together, she was going get spanked
at least once during the shift.
I continued the ritual of cooling down her red
hot cheeks with frozen yogurt. We tried every
flavor in the store, but Coconut Cream was our
sentimental favorite.
It was on evenings when we closed together that
Michelle really got her buns toasted. As soon as
the door was locked, we’d scurry to the back to
play our little games. Some nights we'd do the
stern principal and the naughty schoolgirl and
on others I’d be the jealous husband and she
my flirtatious wife.
I wound up taking her jeans down so often that
one day I suggested putting a flap on the back
for easy access.
"No way!" Michelle protested. "Getting my pants
pulled down is my favorite part!" Then she looked
up and noticed that the flavor of the day was
Coconut Cream. "Uh-oh!" she said, unbuckling
her belt. "Looks like I’m going to take my
dinner break standing up!"
THE END
Morgan
My little girl saw me making my and Nick' s characters earlier and wanted one too, so here's hers (not that she'll see it here).
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Links Update!
I've added a few more links. Pop over to A Little Bit of Spanking, Figging, Anal Discipline, and Punishment (this one terrifies me, but I can't help but be fascinated), Bondage Blog, A Day in the Life (how did I miss this one?!), Letters to an Angel, Michael Masterson's Spanking Blog (the other one), and Scarlett Letters.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
The Adventures of Ranger Rick By Alex B
Here's another great story from Bernaise. You can contact him at bernaise38@yahoo.com. Be sure to click Read More to get the full story!
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There was a gentle wind blowing off the lake.
From where he stood in the ranger's station,
Rick Breyer could see the tips of a thousand
Douglas firs bending with the breeze.
The treetops rolled like a dark green ocean.
Rick poured himself a cup of coffee and picked
up his binoculars. Taking a sip, he put the
high-powered lenses to his eyes and scanned
the woods. Midmorning is a good time of the day
for a forest ranger, there's nothing much to do,
the coffee is fresh and the world looks perfect.
His gaze meandered past the trees, over the
bluffs and across the lake. He focused in on a
small trail of smoke coming from the southwest
corner of the woods. This seemed odd because
Rick didn't know of any campers out that way.
Deciding to investigate, he put on his jacket
and headed for the door. He was met in the
hallway by his girlfriend Dana Bramble,
a counselor at Running Bear Summer Camp.
Dana was a buxom twenty-six year old with
short auburn hair and a winning smile.
She wasn't smiling right then, though. "I want to talk to you!" she stated, planting herself between the ranger and the door.
"You mean you want to talk AT me, don't you?"
"I'm serious!" Dana said. "There's a rumor going
around about you and that horse rancher from
the valley!"
"Where did you hear this rumor?" Rick asked.
"At the Flat Branch Bar. I heard folks talking
about you and that Davis woman just last night."
"Her name is Dreyfuss- Letitia Dreyfuss. And what
were you doing at the Flat Branch? You don't
even drink!"
"I was looking for you." Dana said. "I went by
your cabin last night and you weren't there,
so I figured you must have gone into town.
Look, don't try to change the subject! People are
talking about you and that woman and it just
doesn't look very... professional!"
"Well, what are they saying?" he asked.
"What do you THINK they're saying?!"
"I don't know! She's a good looking woman.
She unattached and I've been over to her place
a few times. Maybe people think we're seeing
each other."
"They think you're up to more than that!
Some say they know it for a fact!"
"Who told you that?!"
"Debbie Morrow!" Dana shot back. "She's heard all
about it!"
"Oh, come on! She's a waitress in a bar!
She's bound to hear all kinds of wild stories!"
"Debbie heard this one from Ms. Dreyfuss herself!
She told Debbie that you two had a little meeting
in the woods and that afterward she couldn't ride
her horse for days!"
Rick thought about it a moment, then burst
into laughter.
"It's not funny!" Dana shouted.
"It is if you know the whole story!"
"So is it true?" she demanded.
"Not really. I mean, I didn't give it too her
all that hard."
Dana brought her hand across Rick's face so fast
he almost bit his tongue.
"You bastard!" she hissed as she turned to leave.
Rick snapped out of his momentary daze and
grabbed Dana by the arm.
"Hey, now wait a minute!"
"Get away!" Dana said, trying to slap him again.
But this time Rick grabbed her other arm before
she could strike. He held Dana's arms at her sides
as he calmly spoke.
"Hold on now. I think you misunderstood." he said,
guiding Dana to a nearby chair and sitting her down.
"I did run into Letitia in the woods the other day
and we did have a little meeting, but believe me,
it was anything but friendly! See, I found her
riding her horse near the East side of the lake
which is way off the horse trail. I drove up and
told her that it wasn't a safe place for riding and
offered to escort her back to the trail. She argued
for a while then gave me the old one-fingered salute
and rode off. So I got back in my truck and followed
her until I had her cornered near the foothills.
I was so angry by then that I was thinking about
hauling her into the sheriff's office, but then I
had a better idea. I remembered that trusty oak
paddle of mine in the glove box, so I decided to
give her a taste of the tear-jerker."
"You didn't!" Dana gasped.
"Yes I did! And you should have seen the look on her
face when I came out of the truck with that paddle
in my hand!"
"Did she make a run for it?"
"She didn't have time! I dragged her down off that
horse and over to a fallen tree before she could
blink. Then I hauled her over my lap and started
whacking her fanny. Boy, did she start yelling!
Worse than you do!"
"I don't blame her!" Dana said, remembering her
last encounter with that particular paddle.
"You really know how to swing that thing!"
"She deserved every swat she got! Anyway, I paddled
her for a good minute or two and when I stood her up
she was bawling and rubbing her bottom!"
"I bet you liked that!"
"Well, she did look awful cute. Not as cute as you,
of course." Rick lifted Dana's chin with his
right hand. He leaned in and their lips met in a
soft kiss. All the tension in Dana's body fell to
the floor.
"So all you did was spank her?" she whispered as she
wrapped her arms around Rick's shoulders.
"Yeah." he whispered back. "Then I told her that
next time I caught her, I'd use my belt. After she
stopped crying, she apologized, got on her horse and
rode away. So she couldn't have been THAT sore!
She must have been exaggerating when she told the
story to Debbie."
"Not only that," Dana added, "but the way Debbie
told me the story, it sounded like something
completely different happened out in those woods."
"There you go, that's how rumors get started.
Somebody exaggerates, then someone else puts their
spin on the story and the next thing you know it's
a big scandal! I think I'll drop by the Flat Branch
this weekend. Let's see if Debbie can talk her way
out of her own trip to the woodshed!"
They both laughed as they shared a tight embrace.
Rick picked Dana up in his arms and sat her down on
the edge of the desk. She wrapped her legs around
Rick's waist as they kissed once again.
"Still mad at me?" Rick asked.
"Well, I'm a bit jealous. I thought you made that
paddle to use on me, not some uppity bitch from
the valley!"
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that," Rick replied.
Out of the corner of her eye, Dana could see that
Rick was reaching into the desk drawer and taking
out the paddle in question. She squealed and
tried to break away, but Rick had already grabbed
hold of her left arm. It was a short struggle that
ended with Rick sitting on the edge of his desk and
Dana pinned over his lap.
"What did you think was going to happen? You slapped
my face, you little brat!"
"I was angry!" Dana explained.
"Yeah?! Well, now I'M angry!" Rick said, lifting
the paddle.
"Wait! You can at least let me apologize!"
"You'll have plenty of time for that while you're
standing in the corner!"
With that, Rick brought the paddle down with a loud
smack across the young woman's denim-covered bottom.
"Oooowwww!!!" Dana shouted.
She started to squirm right away, so Rick got a
firmer grip on her waist and threw his right leg
over her calves. With Dana in a firm scissor-hold,
the paddling resumed and Rick smacked Dana's fanny
with renewed gusto.
"Yow! You big bully! Ow!"
"Go ahead, get yourself in deeper!" Rick said
mockingly between cracks of the paddle. "I guess I'm
just not spanking hard enough!" Rick started raising
the paddle higher and bringing it down faster.
Dana noticed the increased severity of the blows
immediately.
"Oh! Ow! I'm sorry! Ouch! Hey, I said I'm sorry!"
"You'll be sorrier in a minute!" Rick stood her up
and quickly unbuckled her jeans. Stunned and out of
breath, all Dana could do was stand and watch as he
yanked her pants and panties down past her thighs.
The next thing she knew, she was back over Rick's
knee staring at the top of his desk as the paddle
began a vicious assault on her bare ass cheeks.
Rick held the handle of the paddle tightly and swung
the flat end with vigor as Dana began to kick and
cry out loud.
"Ooh! Rick, please! Ow! I promise I'll- Ouch!
I'll never hit you again!"
"Damn straight!" he replied with a volley of swats
that quickly had Dana begging for mercy.
"Owww! Okay! That's enough! Ouch! I'm sorry! I'm
really sorry!"
Rick ignored her pleas. Instead, he started to
concentrate on the lower part of Dana's bottom,
just above her thighs- an area that Rick liked to
call "the sweet spot". After landing swat after
swat to that one location for a minute or so, Dana
was ready to promise anything if he'd only stop.
She was yelling something to him, but her pathetic
blubbering made the words incoherent. It didn't
really matter to Rick anyway. This little girl had
thrown a rock at a hornet's nest and now she was
going to get stung! He continued paddling Dana's
bottom soundly as he scolded her for having such a
wicked temper.
"You get yourself all worked up over nothing!"
he said between swats. "Then you come up here and
explode all over me! Well, you should know by now
that I don't react well to that kind of behavior!
If a man talked that way to me, I'd punch his
lights out!" He punctuated each thought with a
particularly hard swat. Her voice too spent to yell,
Dana lowered her head and whimpered as Rick
continued the spanking and the lecture. "Luckily, I
know how to handle a hot-headed little brat like you!
You just need to have your pants pulled down and
your bottom blistered now and then. I pity any man
dealing with you who doesn't figure that out!"
Rick kept spanking her bottom until it was as red
as a radish and her body was as limp as a noodle.
He then put the paddle down on the desk and pushed
Dana from his lap.
"Now you hustle your hot little buns over to that
corner or I'll spank them again!"
Dana was already scampering to the corner when
she hit the floor. She tried to run but got tripped
up by her panties which were sill bunched around her
ankles and fell face-first onto the bearskin rug
with a loud thud. She burst into tears once again
and looked over her shoulder for sympathy only to
see Rick coming at her with the paddle.
"You get into that corner!" he growled.
Dana kicked off those troublesome panties and
scrambled to her feet but not before the tear-jerker
caught her left cheek with a loud smack.
This knocked her off balance and she fell forward
onto the palms of her hands with her bottom high in
the air. It was an irresistible target. Rick swung
the paddle like a polo mallet and brought it across
Dana's vulnerable bottom with a powerful smack that
sent her lunging forward. She dashed for the corner
receiving two more stinging swats on the way.
Dana then stood in her place and began rubbing her
bottom with feverish intensity and hopping around
the hardwood floor in a manner not unlike a Navajo
rain dance.
"Now you keep that nosy little nose of yours in the
corner until I get back!" Rick commanded.
Then he ran his hands down from her shoulders to her
hips. He pressed his midsection against her burning
ass. Dana gasped. She could feel his hardness
pressing into the crack of her raw, aching bottom.
His hands slid around to cup her breasts. Dana's eyes
rolled back in her head as she quietly moaned as
Rick whispered in her ear.
"I'll be gone half an hour- maybe a bit longer and
if you've moved one step from that spot before I get
back, you're going to take another trip on the
bare-bottom express, understand?"
Dana nodded in agreement. Rick picked up his keys
and hat, then decided to take the paddle along
as well.
"But if you're a good girl, I'll come back here, bend
you over that desk and take you from behind the way
you like. After that, I think I'll give you a hand
spanking just as a reminder. Then I'll take you into
town for a steak. What do you say to that?"
"Sounds real good." Dana said over her shoulder.
A big grin was coming over her tear-stained face.
"Can I rub myself while you're gone?"
"Only your backside, honey. I want the rest of you
waiting for me."
"Hurry back then." Dana purred as she ran her hands
seductively over the reddened cheeks of her ass.
Rick's mouth had gone too dry to answer and so he
simply headed out the door.
As Rick left the ranger's station, something was
troubling him- that smoke coming from the Southwest,
near the lake. He called the registration office on
the radio.
"Hey, Pete. Any campers sign in yet today?"
"No, it's been pretty dead so far." Pete replied.
"A couple of young gals in a jeep drove through this
morning, but they didn't check in or anything."
"Okay, thanks."
Rick headed over to a secluded campsite at the
Southwest corner of the lake. Sure enough, there
was a campfire burning and a jeep parked nearby.
He parked his truck near the campfire and looked
around. There was a small tent and a couple of
folding chairs near the picnic table. Apparently,
the girls had set up camp without signing in.
Rick sat down at the table to wait.
A few minutes later, two attractive young women
who appeared to be in their early twenties came
wandering out of the woods. Neither of them seemed
at all surprised to see him there. One had short
red hair and the other was a brunette with pigtails.
Rick recognized the brunette immediately.
"Jill Windsor!"he said as he stood to meet them.
"Ranger Rick!" Jill answered back. She knew that
Rick hated that title. Jill Windsor had been camping
in Rick's corner of the woods for years and knew
exactly how to piss him off.
"Don't call me that." he said politely. "What have
you been up to, Jill?"
"Well, my friend and I were just looking for berries,
but we couldn't find any, could we?"
The redhead nodded "no" with a flirtatious grin.
"Oh, this is my friend, Denise. I told her all about
you, Ranger Rick. I told her all about that time
you caught me throwing cherry bombs into the lake
to catch fish and how you bent me over a log and
paddled my ass."
"Yeah." Denise chimed in. "I wish I could have
seen that!"
"Uh-huh. Look, why don't you just go to the
registration office and sign in? You should have
done that in the first place." Rick said.
"Well, you know how it is, Ranger Rick-"
"Stop saying that! You know I don't like it!
The last time you called me "Ranger Rick", I took
a switch to your backside. Did she tell you
about that?"
"She's told me that one a dozen times." Denise said,
looking at Jill knowingly. "Gets better every time
I hear it."
"And what about this?" Rick pointed at the fire.
The girls looked at each other, smirking.
"Uh, what do you mean?" Jill asked innocently.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about! You're
never supposed to leave a fire unattended!"
"Oh, but Ranger Rick..." Jill started.
"That's it!" Rick said, grabbing Jill by the wrist.
She put up very little struggle as she was taken to
a tree stump and even less as Rick yanked her jeans
down and hauled her over his lap. Rick started
spanking Jill with enthusiasm, but even as he
swatted her with strokes that made his hand ache,
she didn"t move a muscle. Jill seemed unaffected by
the spanking- almost bored.
"Do me a favor." Rick said to Denise. "Go get me my
paddle out of the glove compartment of the truck.
It's not locked." Denise smiled and hurried to do as
she was told.
"What's the matter, Ricky? Can't cut the mustard?"
Jill said over her shoulder.
"Your butt must be a lot tougher than it was last
summer!" he replied.
"It is! You know, you're not the only guy in the
world who knows how to take a lady to the woodshed!
With the right attitude, a brat like me can get her
wagon painted anytime she pleases!"
Denise returned with the paddle. She winked at Rick
as she slowly slid it into his hand.
"Well, that may be, young lady." he told Jill as he
yanked her panties down to her knees. "But I'm going
to give you a paint job you won't forget for a long,
long time!"
With that, Rick slapped her bottom with the paddle
so hard that even Denise jumped with alarm. Jill's
mouth dropped open, but before she could even begin
to cry out, several equally powerful swats exploded
across her fanny. Jill tried to keep her composure
in front of Denise, but the heat that Rick was
delivering to her throbbing ass cheeks was too much
to bear silently. With gaining speed, the paddle
mercilessly struck her burning cheeks. Her hands
clawed the dirt as she bucked wildly against
Rick's lap. She began kicking in a circular motion,
almost as if she was riding a bicycle and soon she
was openly weeping.
Denise stood by, staring intently as Rick and the
tear-jerker swiftly transformed her smug, sarcastic
friend into a sobbing, remorseful little girl. Just
as Jill began to make heartfelt apologies between
cracks of the paddle, Denise decided to make an
announcement.
"Actually, I'm the one who was supposed to put out
the fire." she said, stepping forward. "So I'm
really the one you should be punishing."
Rick looked up into Denise's gleaming green eyes,
which looked far more hopeful than guilty.
"Fine. You're next." he said.
Rick gave Jill's glowing bottom one more resounding
swat. Then he placed the tear-jerker on the table
and brought Jill to her feet.
"There! I guess you got what you wanted! Now, pull
your pants up!"
Still out of breath and crying, Jill hiked up her
jeans and buckled her belt. Rick lead her over to
a nearby tree. He turned her around so that her
bottom was pressed up against the trunk.
"Stand right here and don't budge." he told Jill,
wiping a tear from her cheek with his thumb.
Rick then turned to Denise who seemed quite
resigned to her fate.
"I guess it's my turn now." Denise said, kicking off
her boots and unbuttoning her jeans.
Slightly confused, Rick watched as the young woman
wriggled out of her denims and then folded them
neatly on the picnic table. She stood before the
ranger in nothing but a plaid flannel shirt and
white ankle socks. Noticing Rick's bewilderment,
she looked at the jeans and then at him, saying:
"You were going to take them off anyway, right?"
She then calmly padded up to Rick as he sat himself
back down on the stump.
"Now, will I be getting one of those cute little
hand spankings or will you just go straight to
the paddle?"
Rick knew when he was being mocked. He thought about
the situation for a moment, then grabbed Denise
around the legs, tossing her over his left shoulder.
He stood as he did this and grabbed the paddle from
the table. He then began swatting Denise's bottom
vigorously. Her shirt had fallen down over her head
leaving her bottom no protection whatsoever. Again
and again Rick whacked the young lady's naked ass as
she kicked and twisted helplessly over his shoulder.
He walked around slowly as he continued smacking
her soundly. He seemed to be marching to the beat
of the paddle as he slapped it against one cheek and
then the other. Then he stood still and performed
a two minute drum solo on Denise's rosy cheeks.
All the while, Denise's shouting and cries for help
were muffled underneath that thick flannel shirt.
"Is this as much fun as you thought it would be?"
Rick laughed as he relentlessly swatted the helpless
girl's bright red bottom.
Denise managed to pull up Rick's shirt tails and
began clawing at his back with her long nails.
Seeing that this position had its drawbacks, Rick
swiftly headed for the edge of the lake and dumped
the vicious little wildcat into the shallows.
He walked away, leaving Denise thrashing around in
the water and yelling at the top of her lungs.
Then he walked up to Jill who was now laughing
hysterically.
"Do YOU want to take a swim?!" he said, pointing
a threatening finger at her.
Jill quickly stopped giggling.
"No, sir!"
Rick went over to the picnic table, grabbed one of
the two tin coffee mugs sitting there and handed it
to her.
"Then go fill this up in the lake and douse the fire with it until it's completely out."
"With this?" Jill complained. "It'll take fifty
trips!"
"Then get your friend over there to help you!" Rick
said, handing her the other cup. Jill took the two
mugs over to the lake. She gave one to Denise and
explained what they were to do.
"What?!" Denise shouted as she marched out of the
water and up to Rick. "You know, you could have
drowned me!"
"I dumped you in a foot of water, you little twerp!
Now, go help your friend put out the fire, because
I'm still pissed off and my arm isn't tired at all!"
Rick waved the paddle at her as he spoke.
Denise quickly saw the logic in his words and went
to work. It took the young women a dozen trips
apiece to put out the fire, but they worked swiftly
and without complaint.
"Good job." Rick said when they were finished.
"Now if you ladies want to camp here, that's fine.
Go sign up at the registration office and pay the
ten dollars. If you don't want to do that, I suggest
you haul your rosy little bottoms out of my park,
because I'm going to come back tomorrow and if I
find you're still here without signing up, I'm going
to assume that you want more of the same. Got it?"
Both woman agreed to the terms and Rick headed back
to his truck. Denise grabbed the tear-jerker from
the picnic table and brought it to him.
"Don't forget this." she said and kissed Rick full
on the mouth. Their tongues met for an instant.
Rick gently pushed her away.
"That's enough of that." he said, smiling.
As he drove off, Rick could see Jill and Denise
waving to him in the rearview mirror. He thought
momentarily about what he would do if he were
a few years younger. But it was time to get back
to the station. Someone very special was waiting
for him there.
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There was a gentle wind blowing off the lake.
From where he stood in the ranger's station,
Rick Breyer could see the tips of a thousand
Douglas firs bending with the breeze.
The treetops rolled like a dark green ocean.
Rick poured himself a cup of coffee and picked
up his binoculars. Taking a sip, he put the
high-powered lenses to his eyes and scanned
the woods. Midmorning is a good time of the day
for a forest ranger, there's nothing much to do,
the coffee is fresh and the world looks perfect.
His gaze meandered past the trees, over the
bluffs and across the lake. He focused in on a
small trail of smoke coming from the southwest
corner of the woods. This seemed odd because
Rick didn't know of any campers out that way.
Deciding to investigate, he put on his jacket
and headed for the door. He was met in the
hallway by his girlfriend Dana Bramble,
a counselor at Running Bear Summer Camp.
Dana was a buxom twenty-six year old with
short auburn hair and a winning smile.
She wasn't smiling right then, though. "I want to talk to you!" she stated, planting herself between the ranger and the door.
"You mean you want to talk AT me, don't you?"
"I'm serious!" Dana said. "There's a rumor going
around about you and that horse rancher from
the valley!"
"Where did you hear this rumor?" Rick asked.
"At the Flat Branch Bar. I heard folks talking
about you and that Davis woman just last night."
"Her name is Dreyfuss- Letitia Dreyfuss. And what
were you doing at the Flat Branch? You don't
even drink!"
"I was looking for you." Dana said. "I went by
your cabin last night and you weren't there,
so I figured you must have gone into town.
Look, don't try to change the subject! People are
talking about you and that woman and it just
doesn't look very... professional!"
"Well, what are they saying?" he asked.
"What do you THINK they're saying?!"
"I don't know! She's a good looking woman.
She unattached and I've been over to her place
a few times. Maybe people think we're seeing
each other."
"They think you're up to more than that!
Some say they know it for a fact!"
"Who told you that?!"
"Debbie Morrow!" Dana shot back. "She's heard all
about it!"
"Oh, come on! She's a waitress in a bar!
She's bound to hear all kinds of wild stories!"
"Debbie heard this one from Ms. Dreyfuss herself!
She told Debbie that you two had a little meeting
in the woods and that afterward she couldn't ride
her horse for days!"
Rick thought about it a moment, then burst
into laughter.
"It's not funny!" Dana shouted.
"It is if you know the whole story!"
"So is it true?" she demanded.
"Not really. I mean, I didn't give it too her
all that hard."
Dana brought her hand across Rick's face so fast
he almost bit his tongue.
"You bastard!" she hissed as she turned to leave.
Rick snapped out of his momentary daze and
grabbed Dana by the arm.
"Hey, now wait a minute!"
"Get away!" Dana said, trying to slap him again.
But this time Rick grabbed her other arm before
she could strike. He held Dana's arms at her sides
as he calmly spoke.
"Hold on now. I think you misunderstood." he said,
guiding Dana to a nearby chair and sitting her down.
"I did run into Letitia in the woods the other day
and we did have a little meeting, but believe me,
it was anything but friendly! See, I found her
riding her horse near the East side of the lake
which is way off the horse trail. I drove up and
told her that it wasn't a safe place for riding and
offered to escort her back to the trail. She argued
for a while then gave me the old one-fingered salute
and rode off. So I got back in my truck and followed
her until I had her cornered near the foothills.
I was so angry by then that I was thinking about
hauling her into the sheriff's office, but then I
had a better idea. I remembered that trusty oak
paddle of mine in the glove box, so I decided to
give her a taste of the tear-jerker."
"You didn't!" Dana gasped.
"Yes I did! And you should have seen the look on her
face when I came out of the truck with that paddle
in my hand!"
"Did she make a run for it?"
"She didn't have time! I dragged her down off that
horse and over to a fallen tree before she could
blink. Then I hauled her over my lap and started
whacking her fanny. Boy, did she start yelling!
Worse than you do!"
"I don't blame her!" Dana said, remembering her
last encounter with that particular paddle.
"You really know how to swing that thing!"
"She deserved every swat she got! Anyway, I paddled
her for a good minute or two and when I stood her up
she was bawling and rubbing her bottom!"
"I bet you liked that!"
"Well, she did look awful cute. Not as cute as you,
of course." Rick lifted Dana's chin with his
right hand. He leaned in and their lips met in a
soft kiss. All the tension in Dana's body fell to
the floor.
"So all you did was spank her?" she whispered as she
wrapped her arms around Rick's shoulders.
"Yeah." he whispered back. "Then I told her that
next time I caught her, I'd use my belt. After she
stopped crying, she apologized, got on her horse and
rode away. So she couldn't have been THAT sore!
She must have been exaggerating when she told the
story to Debbie."
"Not only that," Dana added, "but the way Debbie
told me the story, it sounded like something
completely different happened out in those woods."
"There you go, that's how rumors get started.
Somebody exaggerates, then someone else puts their
spin on the story and the next thing you know it's
a big scandal! I think I'll drop by the Flat Branch
this weekend. Let's see if Debbie can talk her way
out of her own trip to the woodshed!"
They both laughed as they shared a tight embrace.
Rick picked Dana up in his arms and sat her down on
the edge of the desk. She wrapped her legs around
Rick's waist as they kissed once again.
"Still mad at me?" Rick asked.
"Well, I'm a bit jealous. I thought you made that
paddle to use on me, not some uppity bitch from
the valley!"
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that," Rick replied.
Out of the corner of her eye, Dana could see that
Rick was reaching into the desk drawer and taking
out the paddle in question. She squealed and
tried to break away, but Rick had already grabbed
hold of her left arm. It was a short struggle that
ended with Rick sitting on the edge of his desk and
Dana pinned over his lap.
"What did you think was going to happen? You slapped
my face, you little brat!"
"I was angry!" Dana explained.
"Yeah?! Well, now I'M angry!" Rick said, lifting
the paddle.
"Wait! You can at least let me apologize!"
"You'll have plenty of time for that while you're
standing in the corner!"
With that, Rick brought the paddle down with a loud
smack across the young woman's denim-covered bottom.
"Oooowwww!!!" Dana shouted.
She started to squirm right away, so Rick got a
firmer grip on her waist and threw his right leg
over her calves. With Dana in a firm scissor-hold,
the paddling resumed and Rick smacked Dana's fanny
with renewed gusto.
"Yow! You big bully! Ow!"
"Go ahead, get yourself in deeper!" Rick said
mockingly between cracks of the paddle. "I guess I'm
just not spanking hard enough!" Rick started raising
the paddle higher and bringing it down faster.
Dana noticed the increased severity of the blows
immediately.
"Oh! Ow! I'm sorry! Ouch! Hey, I said I'm sorry!"
"You'll be sorrier in a minute!" Rick stood her up
and quickly unbuckled her jeans. Stunned and out of
breath, all Dana could do was stand and watch as he
yanked her pants and panties down past her thighs.
The next thing she knew, she was back over Rick's
knee staring at the top of his desk as the paddle
began a vicious assault on her bare ass cheeks.
Rick held the handle of the paddle tightly and swung
the flat end with vigor as Dana began to kick and
cry out loud.
"Ooh! Rick, please! Ow! I promise I'll- Ouch!
I'll never hit you again!"
"Damn straight!" he replied with a volley of swats
that quickly had Dana begging for mercy.
"Owww! Okay! That's enough! Ouch! I'm sorry! I'm
really sorry!"
Rick ignored her pleas. Instead, he started to
concentrate on the lower part of Dana's bottom,
just above her thighs- an area that Rick liked to
call "the sweet spot". After landing swat after
swat to that one location for a minute or so, Dana
was ready to promise anything if he'd only stop.
She was yelling something to him, but her pathetic
blubbering made the words incoherent. It didn't
really matter to Rick anyway. This little girl had
thrown a rock at a hornet's nest and now she was
going to get stung! He continued paddling Dana's
bottom soundly as he scolded her for having such a
wicked temper.
"You get yourself all worked up over nothing!"
he said between swats. "Then you come up here and
explode all over me! Well, you should know by now
that I don't react well to that kind of behavior!
If a man talked that way to me, I'd punch his
lights out!" He punctuated each thought with a
particularly hard swat. Her voice too spent to yell,
Dana lowered her head and whimpered as Rick
continued the spanking and the lecture. "Luckily, I
know how to handle a hot-headed little brat like you!
You just need to have your pants pulled down and
your bottom blistered now and then. I pity any man
dealing with you who doesn't figure that out!"
Rick kept spanking her bottom until it was as red
as a radish and her body was as limp as a noodle.
He then put the paddle down on the desk and pushed
Dana from his lap.
"Now you hustle your hot little buns over to that
corner or I'll spank them again!"
Dana was already scampering to the corner when
she hit the floor. She tried to run but got tripped
up by her panties which were sill bunched around her
ankles and fell face-first onto the bearskin rug
with a loud thud. She burst into tears once again
and looked over her shoulder for sympathy only to
see Rick coming at her with the paddle.
"You get into that corner!" he growled.
Dana kicked off those troublesome panties and
scrambled to her feet but not before the tear-jerker
caught her left cheek with a loud smack.
This knocked her off balance and she fell forward
onto the palms of her hands with her bottom high in
the air. It was an irresistible target. Rick swung
the paddle like a polo mallet and brought it across
Dana's vulnerable bottom with a powerful smack that
sent her lunging forward. She dashed for the corner
receiving two more stinging swats on the way.
Dana then stood in her place and began rubbing her
bottom with feverish intensity and hopping around
the hardwood floor in a manner not unlike a Navajo
rain dance.
"Now you keep that nosy little nose of yours in the
corner until I get back!" Rick commanded.
Then he ran his hands down from her shoulders to her
hips. He pressed his midsection against her burning
ass. Dana gasped. She could feel his hardness
pressing into the crack of her raw, aching bottom.
His hands slid around to cup her breasts. Dana's eyes
rolled back in her head as she quietly moaned as
Rick whispered in her ear.
"I'll be gone half an hour- maybe a bit longer and
if you've moved one step from that spot before I get
back, you're going to take another trip on the
bare-bottom express, understand?"
Dana nodded in agreement. Rick picked up his keys
and hat, then decided to take the paddle along
as well.
"But if you're a good girl, I'll come back here, bend
you over that desk and take you from behind the way
you like. After that, I think I'll give you a hand
spanking just as a reminder. Then I'll take you into
town for a steak. What do you say to that?"
"Sounds real good." Dana said over her shoulder.
A big grin was coming over her tear-stained face.
"Can I rub myself while you're gone?"
"Only your backside, honey. I want the rest of you
waiting for me."
"Hurry back then." Dana purred as she ran her hands
seductively over the reddened cheeks of her ass.
Rick's mouth had gone too dry to answer and so he
simply headed out the door.
As Rick left the ranger's station, something was
troubling him- that smoke coming from the Southwest,
near the lake. He called the registration office on
the radio.
"Hey, Pete. Any campers sign in yet today?"
"No, it's been pretty dead so far." Pete replied.
"A couple of young gals in a jeep drove through this
morning, but they didn't check in or anything."
"Okay, thanks."
Rick headed over to a secluded campsite at the
Southwest corner of the lake. Sure enough, there
was a campfire burning and a jeep parked nearby.
He parked his truck near the campfire and looked
around. There was a small tent and a couple of
folding chairs near the picnic table. Apparently,
the girls had set up camp without signing in.
Rick sat down at the table to wait.
A few minutes later, two attractive young women
who appeared to be in their early twenties came
wandering out of the woods. Neither of them seemed
at all surprised to see him there. One had short
red hair and the other was a brunette with pigtails.
Rick recognized the brunette immediately.
"Jill Windsor!"he said as he stood to meet them.
"Ranger Rick!" Jill answered back. She knew that
Rick hated that title. Jill Windsor had been camping
in Rick's corner of the woods for years and knew
exactly how to piss him off.
"Don't call me that." he said politely. "What have
you been up to, Jill?"
"Well, my friend and I were just looking for berries,
but we couldn't find any, could we?"
The redhead nodded "no" with a flirtatious grin.
"Oh, this is my friend, Denise. I told her all about
you, Ranger Rick. I told her all about that time
you caught me throwing cherry bombs into the lake
to catch fish and how you bent me over a log and
paddled my ass."
"Yeah." Denise chimed in. "I wish I could have
seen that!"
"Uh-huh. Look, why don't you just go to the
registration office and sign in? You should have
done that in the first place." Rick said.
"Well, you know how it is, Ranger Rick-"
"Stop saying that! You know I don't like it!
The last time you called me "Ranger Rick", I took
a switch to your backside. Did she tell you
about that?"
"She's told me that one a dozen times." Denise said,
looking at Jill knowingly. "Gets better every time
I hear it."
"And what about this?" Rick pointed at the fire.
The girls looked at each other, smirking.
"Uh, what do you mean?" Jill asked innocently.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about! You're
never supposed to leave a fire unattended!"
"Oh, but Ranger Rick..." Jill started.
"That's it!" Rick said, grabbing Jill by the wrist.
She put up very little struggle as she was taken to
a tree stump and even less as Rick yanked her jeans
down and hauled her over his lap. Rick started
spanking Jill with enthusiasm, but even as he
swatted her with strokes that made his hand ache,
she didn"t move a muscle. Jill seemed unaffected by
the spanking- almost bored.
"Do me a favor." Rick said to Denise. "Go get me my
paddle out of the glove compartment of the truck.
It's not locked." Denise smiled and hurried to do as
she was told.
"What's the matter, Ricky? Can't cut the mustard?"
Jill said over her shoulder.
"Your butt must be a lot tougher than it was last
summer!" he replied.
"It is! You know, you're not the only guy in the
world who knows how to take a lady to the woodshed!
With the right attitude, a brat like me can get her
wagon painted anytime she pleases!"
Denise returned with the paddle. She winked at Rick
as she slowly slid it into his hand.
"Well, that may be, young lady." he told Jill as he
yanked her panties down to her knees. "But I'm going
to give you a paint job you won't forget for a long,
long time!"
With that, Rick slapped her bottom with the paddle
so hard that even Denise jumped with alarm. Jill's
mouth dropped open, but before she could even begin
to cry out, several equally powerful swats exploded
across her fanny. Jill tried to keep her composure
in front of Denise, but the heat that Rick was
delivering to her throbbing ass cheeks was too much
to bear silently. With gaining speed, the paddle
mercilessly struck her burning cheeks. Her hands
clawed the dirt as she bucked wildly against
Rick's lap. She began kicking in a circular motion,
almost as if she was riding a bicycle and soon she
was openly weeping.
Denise stood by, staring intently as Rick and the
tear-jerker swiftly transformed her smug, sarcastic
friend into a sobbing, remorseful little girl. Just
as Jill began to make heartfelt apologies between
cracks of the paddle, Denise decided to make an
announcement.
"Actually, I'm the one who was supposed to put out
the fire." she said, stepping forward. "So I'm
really the one you should be punishing."
Rick looked up into Denise's gleaming green eyes,
which looked far more hopeful than guilty.
"Fine. You're next." he said.
Rick gave Jill's glowing bottom one more resounding
swat. Then he placed the tear-jerker on the table
and brought Jill to her feet.
"There! I guess you got what you wanted! Now, pull
your pants up!"
Still out of breath and crying, Jill hiked up her
jeans and buckled her belt. Rick lead her over to
a nearby tree. He turned her around so that her
bottom was pressed up against the trunk.
"Stand right here and don't budge." he told Jill,
wiping a tear from her cheek with his thumb.
Rick then turned to Denise who seemed quite
resigned to her fate.
"I guess it's my turn now." Denise said, kicking off
her boots and unbuttoning her jeans.
Slightly confused, Rick watched as the young woman
wriggled out of her denims and then folded them
neatly on the picnic table. She stood before the
ranger in nothing but a plaid flannel shirt and
white ankle socks. Noticing Rick's bewilderment,
she looked at the jeans and then at him, saying:
"You were going to take them off anyway, right?"
She then calmly padded up to Rick as he sat himself
back down on the stump.
"Now, will I be getting one of those cute little
hand spankings or will you just go straight to
the paddle?"
Rick knew when he was being mocked. He thought about
the situation for a moment, then grabbed Denise
around the legs, tossing her over his left shoulder.
He stood as he did this and grabbed the paddle from
the table. He then began swatting Denise's bottom
vigorously. Her shirt had fallen down over her head
leaving her bottom no protection whatsoever. Again
and again Rick whacked the young lady's naked ass as
she kicked and twisted helplessly over his shoulder.
He walked around slowly as he continued smacking
her soundly. He seemed to be marching to the beat
of the paddle as he slapped it against one cheek and
then the other. Then he stood still and performed
a two minute drum solo on Denise's rosy cheeks.
All the while, Denise's shouting and cries for help
were muffled underneath that thick flannel shirt.
"Is this as much fun as you thought it would be?"
Rick laughed as he relentlessly swatted the helpless
girl's bright red bottom.
Denise managed to pull up Rick's shirt tails and
began clawing at his back with her long nails.
Seeing that this position had its drawbacks, Rick
swiftly headed for the edge of the lake and dumped
the vicious little wildcat into the shallows.
He walked away, leaving Denise thrashing around in
the water and yelling at the top of her lungs.
Then he walked up to Jill who was now laughing
hysterically.
"Do YOU want to take a swim?!" he said, pointing
a threatening finger at her.
Jill quickly stopped giggling.
"No, sir!"
Rick went over to the picnic table, grabbed one of
the two tin coffee mugs sitting there and handed it
to her.
"Then go fill this up in the lake and douse the fire with it until it's completely out."
"With this?" Jill complained. "It'll take fifty
trips!"
"Then get your friend over there to help you!" Rick
said, handing her the other cup. Jill took the two
mugs over to the lake. She gave one to Denise and
explained what they were to do.
"What?!" Denise shouted as she marched out of the
water and up to Rick. "You know, you could have
drowned me!"
"I dumped you in a foot of water, you little twerp!
Now, go help your friend put out the fire, because
I'm still pissed off and my arm isn't tired at all!"
Rick waved the paddle at her as he spoke.
Denise quickly saw the logic in his words and went
to work. It took the young women a dozen trips
apiece to put out the fire, but they worked swiftly
and without complaint.
"Good job." Rick said when they were finished.
"Now if you ladies want to camp here, that's fine.
Go sign up at the registration office and pay the
ten dollars. If you don't want to do that, I suggest
you haul your rosy little bottoms out of my park,
because I'm going to come back tomorrow and if I
find you're still here without signing up, I'm going
to assume that you want more of the same. Got it?"
Both woman agreed to the terms and Rick headed back
to his truck. Denise grabbed the tear-jerker from
the picnic table and brought it to him.
"Don't forget this." she said and kissed Rick full
on the mouth. Their tongues met for an instant.
Rick gently pushed her away.
"That's enough of that." he said, smiling.
As he drove off, Rick could see Jill and Denise
waving to him in the rearview mirror. He thought
momentarily about what he would do if he were
a few years younger. But it was time to get back
to the station. Someone very special was waiting
for him there.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
My 5th Interview Question
5. List at least 10 really hot spanky trigger phrases your guy could say that would really float your boat and get you going...
Mmmm...this is kind of embarrassing, but I'm going to be brave here.
1. Nick seldom actually voices what's going to happen, so the rare times that he says the phrase "I'm going to spank you" or any of its equivalents (You're going to get a spanking, I'm going to give you a spanking, You're going to get spanked, etc...) it makes my stomach flip. What's funny is that while these phrases really get me wet in a play scenario, they super intensify the dread in a discipline situation, I guess because they make me feel so vunerable.
2. "Go get the _____."
3. "Pull down your panties."
4. "Bend over."
5. "I want you to count."
6. I feel stupid about this one, but when Nick uses the word "bottom" as opposed to "butt", "ass", ect. it has the same effect as all the others so far - bone-melting during sex, and terrifying during punishment.
7. When he calls me a brat.
8. "You're going to get a spanking when we get home." Oh. My. Lord.
9. "It'll be over when I decide it is."
10. "I think you need more."
Mmmm...this is kind of embarrassing, but I'm going to be brave here.
1. Nick seldom actually voices what's going to happen, so the rare times that he says the phrase "I'm going to spank you" or any of its equivalents (You're going to get a spanking, I'm going to give you a spanking, You're going to get spanked, etc...) it makes my stomach flip. What's funny is that while these phrases really get me wet in a play scenario, they super intensify the dread in a discipline situation, I guess because they make me feel so vunerable.
2. "Go get the _____."
3. "Pull down your panties."
4. "Bend over."
5. "I want you to count."
6. I feel stupid about this one, but when Nick uses the word "bottom" as opposed to "butt", "ass", ect. it has the same effect as all the others so far - bone-melting during sex, and terrifying during punishment.
7. When he calls me a brat.
8. "You're going to get a spanking when we get home." Oh. My. Lord.
9. "It'll be over when I decide it is."
10. "I think you need more."
My 3rd Interview Question
3. Do the benefits of DD impact aspects of your life outside your relationship? If yes what are they & what has DD done that is beneficial?
DD has made me a more at peace person. I don't worry as much about what other people think of me, which I believe is a direct result of feeling so cherished by Nick. It's also given me the freedom to say no to things I would have felt obligated to do before. If Nick puts his foot down about something, I tend to not feel guilty about not participating in something. This has helped tremendously in situations with my mother. She tends to be very pushy with her ideas, but she's very old fashioned about being obedient to one's husband (no, she doesn't know he spanks me). It's put an end to things more than once for me to say, "I'm sorry, but Nick says no, and I have to respect that."
DD has made me a more at peace person. I don't worry as much about what other people think of me, which I believe is a direct result of feeling so cherished by Nick. It's also given me the freedom to say no to things I would have felt obligated to do before. If Nick puts his foot down about something, I tend to not feel guilty about not participating in something. This has helped tremendously in situations with my mother. She tends to be very pushy with her ideas, but she's very old fashioned about being obedient to one's husband (no, she doesn't know he spanks me). It's put an end to things more than once for me to say, "I'm sorry, but Nick says no, and I have to respect that."
My 2nd Interview Question
Whew! The first one wore me out! Fortunately, the second one is a bit easier to answer:
2. Would you like to spank your husband? Would he let you?
I tease Nick a lot about wanting to test implements out on him, just so he'll know how they feel, but the truth of the matter is that it would change things for me if I were to spank him. Fortunately, it's not something either of us desires. Would he ever let me?
That maniacal laughter you hear is the answer I got.
2. Would you like to spank your husband? Would he let you?
I tease Nick a lot about wanting to test implements out on him, just so he'll know how they feel, but the truth of the matter is that it would change things for me if I were to spank him. Fortunately, it's not something either of us desires. Would he ever let me?
That maniacal laughter you hear is the answer I got.
My 1st Interview Question
I'm participating in the Blog-a-thon that's going on. Patty was kind enough to interview me.
Official Blog-A-Thon Instructions: (Admittedly copied and pasted from Patty's blog)
It will be my pleasure to interview the next however many people respond to this post who want to be interviewed. Here's how it works:
1. Leave a comment here (or on another participating blog if you'd rather not have me ask your questions) saying "interview me" if you'd like to be interviewed.
2. I'll respond by asking you 5 questions here. They'll be different than those above, hopefully unique to you (or what I think I know about you).
3. Update your blog with your answers to the questions.
4. When you do so, include this same explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same manner.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you'll ask them five new and unique questions.
If you want to participate, but don't want me to ask the questions, you can ask either Patty, Tiemeup&spankme, or JayLovesKitti.
Here's my first question:
1. Describe an imaginary all day domination scenario that will end with you getting a very sound spanking you can hardly wait for... would you dare share this with your husband and see if you could live it?
Wow. Well, it would have to be a kid free day, because nothing crashes a submissive mood like taking time out to yell, "For the last time, turn that water OFF!" This is kind of spooky. Okay, here goes. If you want to read the whole post, you'll need to click on the Read More link.
He wakes me up by pulling off my shirt and panties, then informs me that the panties are not to be replaced. He's already laid out the thin skirt and low cut shirt he intends for me to wear that day. He leaves me with strict instructions to dress and do my hair and makeup impeccably, and even tells me what perfume to wear and where on my body to wear it.
When I come downstairs, he looks me over appreciatively and instructs me to go to the kitchen and sit at the table. There he has a perfect breakfast waiting, and he instructs me to eat every bite. When I am finished, he reminds me to put my dishes in the dishwasher, then informs me that we will be leaving. He helps me into my coat, then puts me in the car, where he buckles my seat belt and closes my door. I ask where we are going and he simply says that that will be his decision. On the way, he tells me that today, I must ask his permission for everything. He will make all of the decisions, right down to where we will have lunch and what I will eat. I must always answer him with "Yes Sir" or "No Sir."
When he stops the car, I am stunned to realize we are at my place of employment. I start to ask why, but he raises his eyebrows in warning. I shut my mouth and get out of the car. In a flash he is beside me, scolding me for getting out without asking permission and waiting for him to get the door. He bends me over the car and gives me 10 hard swats. "That is just a sample of what you've earned yourself tonight."
I am slightly indignant, then shocked when I realize how wet I am. He leads me onto the elevator, then presses the button for my floor. When we get there, he leads me out of the elevator and to my desk. "I want you to straighten this desk." What a bizarre request! I open my mouth again to ask why, when suddenly I realize that we're not here for my desk. We're here for him to test my submission in a difficult setting. I quickly straighten my desk and turn to him for my next instructions. He quietly tells me to visit with my coworkers, but to remember my place. I warily approach a group of coworkers and smile, then look at Nick. "Why don't you introduce me?"
I swallow hard, but manage to say, "Yes sir." This gets a few strange looks. Before anyone can say anything, I hurry through the introductions.
"Are you ready to leave?" Nick says. Oh, Lord. I can't say it again. But I have to. "Yes Sir." He takes my elbow and gently steers me toward the elevator. Back at the car, I remember to wait for him to open the door and fasten my seat belt. "You did well," he says.
The next stop is the mall, where he puts me in various dressing rooms and brings me clothes of his choice. He instructs me to model each item, and he purchases the pieces he is pleased with. At one point I stop and point out a shirt that I like. Immediately, I feel his hand caressing my bottom, and I hear his low whisper. "Today you have no choices, and you've just doubled your punishment tonight."
Our next stop is an adult toy store, and he again opens my door and takes my hand. Inside, he is all business. He buys restraints, a spreader bar, an anal plug, and a bottle of lubricant. As we head to the counter he whispers that if he catches me with my head down, I will very much regret it. My face burning, I stand beside him as he pays for the items, then we leave.
We drive until we reach a secluded stretch of road, and Nick pulls behind an abandoned building. "I want you to get on your knees, lift your skirt, and brace your hands on the floorboard." It's awkward moving in the confinement of the front seat, but I manage, and I am certain he is about to spank me, until I feel the cool slickness of the lubricant on my butthole. Realizing what's coming, I try to get up, but 10 hard cracks from a paddle that he suddenly has in his hand stop me in my tracks. He finishes lubing my bottom, then gently pushes the plug in. "Now, I want you to lower your skirt and sit down."
Trembling with desire, I obey, and he again fastens my seatbelt. "You've made your punishment much worse by trying to get up. I want you to sit there and think about what a bad little girl you've been." Much to my dismay, our next stop is a restaurant. I hope against all hope that he will allow me to remove the anal plug, but he says nothing to that effect, and I am afraid to ask. He leads me inside, where he orders for me and watches with amusement as I squirm on the plug. Lunch seems eternal, and finally, after coffee and dessert, he pays the check and leads me to the door.
Finally, we go home, where he allows me to remove the anal plug for a half hour. Then he orders me to bend over his knee, where he relubes me and reinserts the plug. He then stands me in front of him and undresses me. When I am naked, he opens his pants and allows me to suck him. After he cums, he teases my clit, but does not allow me to climax. I don't think my naughty little girl deserves to cum yet. You've been very bad, haven't you?"
"Yes Sir," I whisper.
"I think you'll have to wait till tonight, after you've been thoroughly punished. I'm going to spank you so hard tonight. I'm going to paddle your pretty bottom until you cry. Do you think you deserve that?"
"Yes Sir."
He sends me to the corner to wait, then is gone. I don't realize he's come back until I feel the riding crop bite across my bottom. I shriek, and he says, "That's just a reminder, Little One. I would advise you to think hard about what's coming."
A half hour later, the riding crop strikes again, hard, and at the same time I process the burn of it, I feel his hard cock press against my bottom. It nudges against the anal plug, and I whimper. "I want you to come suck me again," he whispers. I immediately obey, and I want so badly to cum that I'm shaking. "Not yet, Little One." When he has cum down my throat, he orders me back to the corner. Aching with arousal, I obey. Half an hour later, I feel the riding crop again. "It's time for your punishment, Little One."
Suddenly the arousal flees, and I'm shaking with dread in in its place. Two more cuts with the crop move me toward the bedroom, where I nearly make a break for it. On the bed are the spreader bar, the restraints, and every implement we own. The pillows are stacked neatly in the center. "Bend over the pillows," he orders. I hesitate and the crops hits its mark. I scramble to obey, and as soon as I'm in place, I feel the spreader bar being fastened to my ankles. Next, he pulls my arms behind me and fastens them in the restraints, not painfully, but tightly enough to prevent me from ever getting loose.
Then, the part that really stuns me, is the blindfold that he carefully ties in place. I start to panic, but his voices soothes me. "Do you trust me not to damage you, Little One?"
"Yes Sir," I manage. And I do.
"This is going to be a long, hard spanking. Beyond your assorted disobediences today, we are addressing a growing attitude problem on your part. Not only have you been disrespectful of me, but you have been unkind to yourself. Your value should never be in question to you, and I'm afraid you've forgotten your worth. I cannot allow you to mistreat my precious wife."
With that, he begins to spank me hard with his hand. I'm surprised not to feel an implement, but his hand soon has me begging for a break. Finally, after 500 or so swats, he stops. I collapse in relief, but realize quickly that he is not done. Within 30 seconds of the last hand swat, I feel the unmistakable burn of the Cracker Barrel paddle. He gives me 30 with it, then switches to what feels like the big bath brush. After 20 with that, he chooses the crop. I've begun to cry with the bath brush. For the next 20 minutes, he goes through every implement, always giving me somewhere between 20 and 30 with each.
Finally, it's over, and I feel the coolness of arnica soothing my brutalized bottom. He kisses the bruises and welts, and unfastens my hands. I bury my head in my arms, sobbing, then feel him take hold of my hips and pull me up on my knees. "I want you to cum hard for me," he whispers. He presses his finger against the anal plug, then slowly enters my seeping pussy. I cum hard as soon as he's in, but he holds me steady and pumps slowly in and out. By the time he cums, I'm climaxing again, and we both finally collapse.
Now, would I dare share this with Nick? Well I guess I've shared it with the world now, so yes. Could I survive it? Let me go masturbate on that and get back to you...
Official Blog-A-Thon Instructions: (Admittedly copied and pasted from Patty's blog)
It will be my pleasure to interview the next however many people respond to this post who want to be interviewed. Here's how it works:
1. Leave a comment here (or on another participating blog if you'd rather not have me ask your questions) saying "interview me" if you'd like to be interviewed.
2. I'll respond by asking you 5 questions here. They'll be different than those above, hopefully unique to you (or what I think I know about you).
3. Update your blog with your answers to the questions.
4. When you do so, include this same explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same manner.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you'll ask them five new and unique questions.
If you want to participate, but don't want me to ask the questions, you can ask either Patty, Tiemeup&spankme, or JayLovesKitti.
Here's my first question:
1. Describe an imaginary all day domination scenario that will end with you getting a very sound spanking you can hardly wait for... would you dare share this with your husband and see if you could live it?
Wow. Well, it would have to be a kid free day, because nothing crashes a submissive mood like taking time out to yell, "For the last time, turn that water OFF!" This is kind of spooky. Okay, here goes. If you want to read the whole post, you'll need to click on the Read More link.
He wakes me up by pulling off my shirt and panties, then informs me that the panties are not to be replaced. He's already laid out the thin skirt and low cut shirt he intends for me to wear that day. He leaves me with strict instructions to dress and do my hair and makeup impeccably, and even tells me what perfume to wear and where on my body to wear it.
When I come downstairs, he looks me over appreciatively and instructs me to go to the kitchen and sit at the table. There he has a perfect breakfast waiting, and he instructs me to eat every bite. When I am finished, he reminds me to put my dishes in the dishwasher, then informs me that we will be leaving. He helps me into my coat, then puts me in the car, where he buckles my seat belt and closes my door. I ask where we are going and he simply says that that will be his decision. On the way, he tells me that today, I must ask his permission for everything. He will make all of the decisions, right down to where we will have lunch and what I will eat. I must always answer him with "Yes Sir" or "No Sir."
When he stops the car, I am stunned to realize we are at my place of employment. I start to ask why, but he raises his eyebrows in warning. I shut my mouth and get out of the car. In a flash he is beside me, scolding me for getting out without asking permission and waiting for him to get the door. He bends me over the car and gives me 10 hard swats. "That is just a sample of what you've earned yourself tonight."
I am slightly indignant, then shocked when I realize how wet I am. He leads me onto the elevator, then presses the button for my floor. When we get there, he leads me out of the elevator and to my desk. "I want you to straighten this desk." What a bizarre request! I open my mouth again to ask why, when suddenly I realize that we're not here for my desk. We're here for him to test my submission in a difficult setting. I quickly straighten my desk and turn to him for my next instructions. He quietly tells me to visit with my coworkers, but to remember my place. I warily approach a group of coworkers and smile, then look at Nick. "Why don't you introduce me?"
I swallow hard, but manage to say, "Yes sir." This gets a few strange looks. Before anyone can say anything, I hurry through the introductions.
"Are you ready to leave?" Nick says. Oh, Lord. I can't say it again. But I have to. "Yes Sir." He takes my elbow and gently steers me toward the elevator. Back at the car, I remember to wait for him to open the door and fasten my seat belt. "You did well," he says.
The next stop is the mall, where he puts me in various dressing rooms and brings me clothes of his choice. He instructs me to model each item, and he purchases the pieces he is pleased with. At one point I stop and point out a shirt that I like. Immediately, I feel his hand caressing my bottom, and I hear his low whisper. "Today you have no choices, and you've just doubled your punishment tonight."
Our next stop is an adult toy store, and he again opens my door and takes my hand. Inside, he is all business. He buys restraints, a spreader bar, an anal plug, and a bottle of lubricant. As we head to the counter he whispers that if he catches me with my head down, I will very much regret it. My face burning, I stand beside him as he pays for the items, then we leave.
We drive until we reach a secluded stretch of road, and Nick pulls behind an abandoned building. "I want you to get on your knees, lift your skirt, and brace your hands on the floorboard." It's awkward moving in the confinement of the front seat, but I manage, and I am certain he is about to spank me, until I feel the cool slickness of the lubricant on my butthole. Realizing what's coming, I try to get up, but 10 hard cracks from a paddle that he suddenly has in his hand stop me in my tracks. He finishes lubing my bottom, then gently pushes the plug in. "Now, I want you to lower your skirt and sit down."
Trembling with desire, I obey, and he again fastens my seatbelt. "You've made your punishment much worse by trying to get up. I want you to sit there and think about what a bad little girl you've been." Much to my dismay, our next stop is a restaurant. I hope against all hope that he will allow me to remove the anal plug, but he says nothing to that effect, and I am afraid to ask. He leads me inside, where he orders for me and watches with amusement as I squirm on the plug. Lunch seems eternal, and finally, after coffee and dessert, he pays the check and leads me to the door.
Finally, we go home, where he allows me to remove the anal plug for a half hour. Then he orders me to bend over his knee, where he relubes me and reinserts the plug. He then stands me in front of him and undresses me. When I am naked, he opens his pants and allows me to suck him. After he cums, he teases my clit, but does not allow me to climax. I don't think my naughty little girl deserves to cum yet. You've been very bad, haven't you?"
"Yes Sir," I whisper.
"I think you'll have to wait till tonight, after you've been thoroughly punished. I'm going to spank you so hard tonight. I'm going to paddle your pretty bottom until you cry. Do you think you deserve that?"
"Yes Sir."
He sends me to the corner to wait, then is gone. I don't realize he's come back until I feel the riding crop bite across my bottom. I shriek, and he says, "That's just a reminder, Little One. I would advise you to think hard about what's coming."
A half hour later, the riding crop strikes again, hard, and at the same time I process the burn of it, I feel his hard cock press against my bottom. It nudges against the anal plug, and I whimper. "I want you to come suck me again," he whispers. I immediately obey, and I want so badly to cum that I'm shaking. "Not yet, Little One." When he has cum down my throat, he orders me back to the corner. Aching with arousal, I obey. Half an hour later, I feel the riding crop again. "It's time for your punishment, Little One."
Suddenly the arousal flees, and I'm shaking with dread in in its place. Two more cuts with the crop move me toward the bedroom, where I nearly make a break for it. On the bed are the spreader bar, the restraints, and every implement we own. The pillows are stacked neatly in the center. "Bend over the pillows," he orders. I hesitate and the crops hits its mark. I scramble to obey, and as soon as I'm in place, I feel the spreader bar being fastened to my ankles. Next, he pulls my arms behind me and fastens them in the restraints, not painfully, but tightly enough to prevent me from ever getting loose.
Then, the part that really stuns me, is the blindfold that he carefully ties in place. I start to panic, but his voices soothes me. "Do you trust me not to damage you, Little One?"
"Yes Sir," I manage. And I do.
"This is going to be a long, hard spanking. Beyond your assorted disobediences today, we are addressing a growing attitude problem on your part. Not only have you been disrespectful of me, but you have been unkind to yourself. Your value should never be in question to you, and I'm afraid you've forgotten your worth. I cannot allow you to mistreat my precious wife."
With that, he begins to spank me hard with his hand. I'm surprised not to feel an implement, but his hand soon has me begging for a break. Finally, after 500 or so swats, he stops. I collapse in relief, but realize quickly that he is not done. Within 30 seconds of the last hand swat, I feel the unmistakable burn of the Cracker Barrel paddle. He gives me 30 with it, then switches to what feels like the big bath brush. After 20 with that, he chooses the crop. I've begun to cry with the bath brush. For the next 20 minutes, he goes through every implement, always giving me somewhere between 20 and 30 with each.
Finally, it's over, and I feel the coolness of arnica soothing my brutalized bottom. He kisses the bruises and welts, and unfastens my hands. I bury my head in my arms, sobbing, then feel him take hold of my hips and pull me up on my knees. "I want you to cum hard for me," he whispers. He presses his finger against the anal plug, then slowly enters my seeping pussy. I cum hard as soon as he's in, but he holds me steady and pumps slowly in and out. By the time he cums, I'm climaxing again, and we both finally collapse.
Now, would I dare share this with Nick? Well I guess I've shared it with the world now, so yes. Could I survive it? Let me go masturbate on that and get back to you...
Monday, April 25, 2005
Artist Unknown
I don't know the artist here, but I love the feel of the whole picture and the coloring.
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