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As Stubborn As They Come

  • Posted on September 30, 2014 at 6:54 PM

I was checking out Google Groups the other night, and I found a story I’d totally forgotten about.  It’s a very old story, and very short.

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“Come here,” Greg said.

“No,” Jen answered, defiantly.

“Come here NOW.  You’re just making it worse for yourself,” Greg said sternly, with that LOOK in his eye, as he moved toward her just a bit.

“I won’t.  You can’t make me!  So there!” Jen stuck her tongue out at him, immediately wondering what made her do it.

Greg grabbed Jen’s arm and pulled her to him.  “That’s it, you’re getting spanked, good and hard, and there’s nothing you can do about it!”

“No, no, no!  I won’t and you can’t, and I don’t care,” she exclaimed, wondering who had taken over her mouth.

Greg pulled her over to the bed and all but threw her over his lap.  He ripped her pants and panties down, revealing her naked, quivering, and for the moment, pale bottom.  Jen kicked, flailed, and yelled, making controlling her a real ordeal. Greg wondered what possessed her.  She usually wasn’t this defiant once a spanking was inevitable.

Greg started spanking Jen, hard, as she fought.  She squealed and thrashed, forcing him to put his leg over hers to keep her in position.  She fought with everything in her, not understanding why she was doing it, but feeling compelled.  She knew it would make the spanking much worse, but she couldn’t stop herself.

He spanked and spanked her.  He switched from hand to hairbrush, hoping that the much harder spanking would break through her defenses.  Her bottom was red and becoming darker with each smack.  He wondered how long she could hold out.

Jen wondered what forced her to fight him.  It wasn’t like her to be this way, but she felt this NEED to do it, to be very, very punished.  She could barely stand the resounding painful spanks, and knew that her bottom must be a never before seen shade of red.  She just couldn’t give up yet.

Greg picked up the paddle and started spanking her thighs.  Jen yowled at the new assault.  She thought the spanking would never end, and she’d be over his knee for eternity.  She was frustrated and felt so helpless.  She couldn’t escape his grasp, no matter how hard she fought. She pounded her fists on the bed in a fit of utter frustration, and let out an exasperated bellow.  She finally gave in, defeated, allowing him to spank her into complete submission.  She cried then, and was under control once again.

Greg spanked her for a while longer, wanting to make sure that she really was over her fit of obstinacy.  Then he helped her up, and held her in his arms as she cried.

“I’m sorry,” Jen sniffled into his shirt.

“That’s okay, I think I took care of that little stubborn streak of yours.  You just tend to forget that I’m even more stubborn than you are, and I’ll keep spanking you until you decide to let go.”

“Promise,” Jen asked in a small voice.

“I promise.  I’ll ALWAYS be more stubborn than you,” Greg said with a big grin.

 

I Need…..

  • Posted on September 30, 2014 at 6:45 PM

I’ve decided that when I’m in New York I need a nice long caning with the heavy cane.  G. is great at caning me, but it’s been a long time since I’ve had a long enough caning that I’ve flown.  With this kind of caning I don’t bend over, I’m flat on the bed with my head on a pillow.  Very few people have seen me get caned, and the people who have are usually surprised at how I react when I’m being caned.  One woman said I hum, which I didn’t realize, but I do know I make little noises during a caning.  If it’s a good girl caning I don’t yell or anything, I just relax into it.  G. has to watch the signs I give out so that he knows when to give me the next stroke.  Once my feet uncurl and my butt relaxes, I’m ready.  Other than that there isn’t a lot of feedback from my side.  If it lasts long enough I get to what’s been called “subspace”,  but G. calls it “blissing out”.  I actually like that name better, because that’s exactly what happens, and I’m not what anybody would call a submissive.  I just happen to absolutely love the heavy cane.  The first time I ever got a stroke from one, at my first party ever, it was like nothing I had ever experienced in my life.  When the stroke landed it took a few seconds, and then the most amazing feeling blossomed in my bare bottom.  I got three more strokes, because I was such a newbie the guy didn’t want to overdo it the first time out, but I knew I would want more at some point.  That happened at my second party, and it was a lot more, maybe too much.  I blissed out, and the Top hit Top-space, which caused the scene to go a lot longer than it should have.  I was still a newbie and didn’t know any better, and there was no harm done because I’ve always had a high pain tolerance, but G. decided that from then on I have to have a spotter who is able to say when enough is enough, unless he’s the one caning me.

Yes, this is what I want.  A long good girl caning that makes me bliss out to the point where I’m so mellow afterwards that I can barely move.  I want this.  I NEED this.

I Found REALLY Old Newsgroup Posts

  • Posted on September 26, 2014 at 11:56 PM

I wanted to see if I could find some old SSS stuff on Google, because it had been ages, and I did find some REALLY old stuff.  This was one of my old party reports, from July 26th, 2002.

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Painslut Party Report
I hadn’t played with anybody or been to a party in nine months, and I was
seriously deprived.  I needed to get SPANKED!  And boy, did I. <VBG>  Harry
(tailgunner50) and his wife showed up here around 3 in the afternoon, and
since by some miracle I had the apartment to myself, we decided to play
right away.  The night before he had cut an old weightlifting belt into two
pieces, the narrow strap with the holes, and the much wider part, with a
little extra attached for a handle.  Both pieces work very well. : ))  He
also used a rubber strap on me, and a paddle.  I was nice and warmed up by
the time we got into the car to go to the hotel.

Later at the party, I think one of the men had decided that he was going to
spank every woman in the room, because he started making the rounds.  He
asked if I wanted to go into the bedroom that was attached to the main room,
and of course I said yes!  He sat on the bed, and I got over his lap.  He
gave me a wonderful handspanking, nice and long, and then he did something
that I’d never felt before.  He dragged his fingernails across every part of
my bottom and thighs that he’d spanked, and I almost lost my mind!  OMG,
that was the most amazing thing I’ve felt in a LONG time.  WOW.

One of the men who always canes me asked if I wanted to go for it right
after that spanking, or if I wanted to wait a little while, and as I wanted
to bask in the feeling of that spanking, I waited, but not TOO long.  He put
a chair in the middle of the main room, and I bent over it so that he could
cane me.  I love the cane. <BG>  People who have never seen me get caned are
always amazed that I don’t flinch or make a sound or even look like I’m
reacting.  I internalize the whole experience, so the most somebody would
see is my bottom tensing after each stroke.  It was so nice that I realized
that bending over wasn’t going to last long, I needed to be flat on the bed
so that I wouldn’t fall over. LOL  So we went into the bedroom, and I got
caned flat on the bed.  I got very relaxed but didn’t QUITE bliss out.  I
don’t know how many strokes I got, but it was still early and he didn’t want
to wear me out too early. It was excellent!

Later on a man with an evil wooden spaghetti spoon (it looks almost like a
mutated hand on a long handle) asked if I wanted to have it tried out on me.
Not one to turn down a spanking, LOL, I said yes.  That thing STINGS!!  He
kept spanking, and somehow I handled it.  I usually don’t handle stingy very
well, I like thud better, but as the title of this post says, I’m a
painslut. <VBG>  I was VERY warmed up after that!

At some point, I got into a discussion about what a leather strap would feel
like that this one man had.  It was one of those short straps on a wooden
handle, and I’d never been spanked with one before.  He’s a regular at the
parties, but had never spanked me before, so all around it was a new
experience!  He put me over his knee and spanked me with that thing, and it
was stingy TOO!  Geez, you wouldn’t think leather could sting like that and
not be a quirt. LOL  (Quirts are evil stingy things from hell, btw!)

I wasn’t really going for records at this party, I was just so happy to be
back in my element and getting spanked again!  I felt more relaxed than I
had in months and months.  I was having tons of fun watching all the other
women get spanked.  I was laughing a LOT.  There were a few women who, no
matter what they did or didn’t do, got spanked almost CONSTANTLY. LOL  Of
course I was being helpful and offering info that sometimes got them MORE
spanked.  I was just doing my job. <EG>  I was watching a bunch of these
spankings when Harry suddenly pointed at me with the cane.  I didn’t need to
be asked twice, that’s for sure!  So we went into the main room, and I bent
over this padded apparatus that somebody had brought.  Harry caned me good
and hard, just the way I like it. <BG>  I think there were people in the
room who hadn’t seen me get caned earlier, because they were commenting
again that I wasn’t reacting.  I was having too good a time to react!
Everybody was commenting by the time it was over that my bottom looked
pretty well done, but I’ve looked MUCH worse than that before.  I wasn’t
bruised at all, for a change, it was just all cane marks!  I love cane
marks. <VBG>  In fact, I still have some of them almost a week later.
That’s my favorite part, being able to look in the mirror at the marks for
days and days afterwards.

The party ended sort of early, about 1:30, (I think the record is 4 in the
morning), but even then I’d had a great time.  When I got to my room I
realized I couldn’t sleep on my back, but that’s just the sign of a really
good party for me. LOL

It took a couple days before I could sit without feeling the couple small
bruises that cropped up by the next morning, or the cane marks.  I just
checked a little while ago and some of the cane marks are still obvious, so
I’ll see how long they last.  At this point they itch sometimes because
they’re healing!

Next month is Worldcon, and I’ll be posting a BIG report on that, because
not only will Greg be there again, but this year I will FINALLY be meeting
Starship!  We’ll see if he can handle this painslut. ; )