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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.