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Story-Morgan’s Discovery

  • Posted on August 11, 2012 at 12:39 AM

I wrote this twelve years ago as an attempt at a schoolgirl story.  I had no experience with schoolgirl scenes, so I had to go a different route.

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Morgan’s Discovery

Morgan’s attention drifted from the front of the classroom to the
window.  It was too nice outside to be stuck in a classroom.  Why couldn’t
they have class outside, where she could breathe.

She was so caught up in her daydream that she didn’t hear Mr. Lewis ask
her a question, didn’t hear it repeated, and didn’t see him stride
angrily toward her.  He brought his hand down hard on the desk, and
Morgan jumped.

“Y-yes, Mr. Lewis,” she asked, looking up at him.

“I assume that whatever is going on out there is much more interesting
than the Revolutionary War, but George Washington and I request your
presence in here at the moment,” he said.

“Yes, Sir,” Morgan said quietly.

“You know the rules, Morgan.  To the front of the room with you,” Mr.
Lewis said, pointing to her doom.

Morgan’s eyes went wide.  Oh no, she thought, he can’t.  I’ll be
humiliated!  She was panicked, trying to think of a way out of getting
spanked.  It wasn’t unusual, it happened occasionally, but never to her.
She’d always made sure of that.  She’d never been spanked.  The problem
was, she wanted to, very much.  But if it happened now, he’d know. Know
what a naughty girl she really was.  It just couldn’t happen!

“Please, don’t make me go up there!  I can’t!  Pleeeeease,” she pleaded,
tears already forming.

Mr. Lewis pointed again, silently, and Morgan got up and walked slowly
to the front.  At the last second she ran out the door, and stood crying
in the hallway.  When Mr. Lewis came out of the room, she was still
there.  She barely realized that he stood there watching her.

When he put his arms around her, she melted into sobs.  He knew that a
scene like that would be difficult to explain, so he led her into an
empty office nearby.

“Morgan, what is it?  You can’t be this upset by the threat of a little
spanking.”

Somehow the truth came spilling out of her.  How she’d always felt
different because the idea of a spanking made her insides melt.  How
she’d never been spanked, but dreamed of it.  Everything she’d ever felt
or thought about it.

Finally she stopped.  “You think I’m horrible, don’t you.  Some sick kid
who needs help,” she said flatly.

“No, Morgan.  I think what you’re feeling is normal for you, and there
are others who feel the same way.  I do think you need to wait until
you’re older to act on those feelings, but I don’t think you’re sick to
have them.”

Morgan looked at him, shocked.  She’d just told him her worst secret, and
he wasn’t yelling or saying she was bad.  “Thank you,” she said, with a
weak smile.

“You’re welcome.  I AM going to have to think of a different punishment
for you.  I don’t want you confusing discipline with pleasure.  Now go put
some water on your face, and come back to class when you’re ready.”

Later………………..

Dear Diary,

Today I found out I’m NORMAL!!!! I’m so RELIEVED!!!!

Story: Willful Disobedience

  • Posted on August 9, 2012 at 10:38 PM

This is the first story I ever wrote for an SSC (Short Story Contest) on SSS.  1999.  Yikes, that was a long time ago already!

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Willful Disobedience

As Vicky held the receiver to her ear, the phone ringing on the other
end made her start doubting her decision to dial. He had told her not to
call, but she had to hear his voice. Emails were fine, but she just had
to know finally, what his voice sounded like.

“Hello.” A man’s deep velvet voice. HIS voice, and suddenly her knees
wouldn’t hold her up.

“Hi,…….um Jeff, it’s Vicky,” she stammered.

“I thought I said no phone calls, Victoria Lorraine.”

Oh, cripes, her full name. Not a good sign. “I know, but……but I just
had to
hear you finally. The suspense was killing me.”

Jeff’s voice was stern. “The rule was there for a reason, you know. You
weren’t supposed to disobey.”

“Jeff, what could it hurt? Just one little phone call?” She was pleading
now, not knowing what else to do.

“You knew the consequences when you picked up that phone, didn’t you?
You made a conscious decision to disobey me. You leave me no choice, you
know that.”

“Yes, sir,” slipping so easily into the submissive mindset again.
“What will happen now, Victoria?”

She hated this, but she felt the thrill just the same. “You’re going to
punish me.”

“Yes, and how will I punish you?” The words pouring into her soul.

“You’re going to spank me, Sir. Hard. On……my bare bottom.” She was
getting wet, despite the dread she felt.

“That’s right. Now I want you to do something for me, naughty girl. You
initiated this phone call, against my wishes, and now I want something
in return. I want you to come for me so that I can hear you.”

Oh god, on the phone? Now? But she knew better than to disobey him a
second  time. “Yes, sir.”

She reached down, underneath her skirt, inside her panties, to that
wetness she knew was there. She gasped as her fingers found that little
button of ecstasy.   She played with herself, moaning softly, urgently.
She had been close to the brink anyway, and it didn’t take her long
before she came, with an explosive “Oh, Jeff!” She sat there, spent,
breathing hard.

“Good girl,” he said, “but you’ll still be spanked for your little act
of disobedience. I’ll let you know when and where.”

“Yes, Sir,” she breathed heavily, trying to recover her senses.

“Goodbye, Victoria. Remember, no more phone calls.”

“Yes Sir!” she said, “Hey, one more thing!”

“Yes, Victoria?” Still stern.

“You sure know how to make working late by myself bearable! What should
I bring home for dinner?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Chinese again?”

“You got it. See you in a few. Love ya!”

“Love you too, you sexy, naughty little vixen you! Now get home quick!
I’m starved, and I don’t mean for food!” He laughed.

“Yes SIR,” she giggled.

 

Story: How to Torment a Top

  • Posted on August 9, 2012 at 10:30 PM

This isn’t my usual writing style, but it’s also really old.  I’m not sure I had a style yet in the first year or two that I started writing spanking stories.  This one’s from twelve years ago, and I was trying out different ways of writing.  I didn’t normally write the word SMACK in a story, but it fit this one.

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How to Torment a Top

SMACK!

“Did you start yet?”

SMACK!!

“When you gonna start! I need a spankin’!”

“Oh, you need more than a spanking at this point, Little Girl. My belt
and I are going to show you a thing or two.”

SMAAACK!

“Come ON already! Geeeeez, I don’t have all night here!”

“You have been asking for this for much too long, and as far as I’m
concerned, you’ve definitely got all night if that’s what it takes! What
are you giggling about, Young Lady?! You think this is funny?!”

“Uh, yeah, I do. I wanna spankin’!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Where’s the phone, I think I’ll call Deborah, since we’re not doing
anything.”

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

“I’m bored. Guess I’ll turn on the tv. Where’s the remote?”

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

“Where’d you hide the checkbook? Maybe I’ll do something constructive
and balance it while I’m lying here doing nothing.”

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

“It’s so quiet, I think I’ll just go to sleep early tonight.”

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

“Maybe I should start our Christmas card list. I’ve only got 4 months
left.”

“ARRRRRRGGGGHHHHH! I give up! You’re driving me crazy!!”

“Hey, where you going?! It was just getting good!!”

A Sorceress’ Tale

  • Posted on August 6, 2012 at 4:41 PM

Another story I wrote 12 years ago.  This one is definitely different from most that I’ve written, but it came to me one day, and it almost wrote itself.

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A Sorceress’ Tale

The tales of the fierce dragon and its sorceress-mistress were widespread.  Many knights had been sent to rid the land of the pair, but none had succeeded.  One knight, Sir Horace, asked the king to send him to finish the deed that had been attempted so many times before.  The
king was reluctant at first to give up his best knight, as all who returned from the quest had been shaken and ruined for further duties, but Sir Horace was adamant about going.

Sir Horace traveled for many days, and finally came to the place that had been spoken of by previous knights.  There he saw a beautiful woman and a lizard the size of a dog.

“You can’t be she who plagues our land with magic and fear,” he said, still sitting on his horse.

“I am what I am, Sir, though some may be fool enough to think me more,” the woman said.

Sir Horace dismounted, and approached, having no fear of the woman.  He saw nothing to convince him that she was a menace.

“How is it that so many knights have returned in sad condition if you are not a sorceress,” he asked.

“Many men felt threatened, and were conquered easily.  I desire a man who will not feel threatened by the strength of my will, and can give what I need,” she answered.

“And that is,” Horace asked, curious to know.

“Love, respect, guidance, correction when I get beyond myself.  I run wild at times,” she said, with a mischievous look in her eye.

“That is easy to give, when a woman is so deserving of it,” Horace said, his voice becoming raspy with desire for her.

“Ah, but so many thought themselves capable, and were proved wrong.  They were weak and I had my way with them.  It was too easy,” she said.

“Even strong women must be punished when they misuse their powers,” he said, striding towards her.

She seemed suddenly afraid, unsure for the first time since he’d arrived.  He let that work in his favor, and took her by the wrist to bend her over.  He thrust her skirts up over her naked bottom, and
started to spank her.  She squealed and wiggled and promised never to do it again.  He stopped when her bottom was a nice shade of red, and then stood her up, letting her skirts fall back to cover her.

“You’re coming back with me, my Lady, and there will be no protest from you,” Horace proclaimed.

“No, Sir,” she said shyly, not wanting to look into his eyes, but almost compelled to do so.

He helped her onto his horse, gave her the lizard to carry, and leaped up to sit behind her.  She rode back to the castle leaning back against him, with a satisfied sigh and a warm bottom.  She was a very happy sorceress.

They were married soon after, and lived blissfully ever after.

 

The Ladies Who Lived on the Corner

  • Posted on August 6, 2012 at 2:57 PM

I wrote this 12 years ago, but until now I thought it was lost.  I wanted to find it but had given up until today, when I was able to rescue it from Google!

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To the people on the block it seemed as if they had been together
always.  No one remembered them moving in, they’d just always been
there.  The two ladies, whom everyone knew to be lovers.  Their ages
were a mystery, they were described as older but a bit ageless.
To see them on the street one would never guess their true secret.  They
were lovers yes, that was obvious by how they were with each other, and
how they looked at each other.  What was never guessed was what happened
when no one else was about.  When it was just the two of them in that
little house on the corner.

You see, Laurel and Josie had a unique aspect to their relationship.
Josie was the boisterous, outgoing one of the pair, while Laurel was
quieter.  People thought that Josie was the more dominant of the two,
but they were wrong. Behind closed doors it was Laurel who took the
upper hand, literally.  Many nights would find Josie across Laurel’s
lap, being spanked.  Not for punishment, but because they both loved it.
They needed it as they needed each other, and Laurel loved spanking
Josie’s bare bottom.  Josie would purr, moan, and writhe, driving Laurel
mad with passion for her, even after so many years.  Laurel would spank
Josie’s bottom till it was the color of the early sunset, and then they
would lie together, making love as passionately as they had when they’d
first met, many decades before.

This was their true secret, the one not even whispered about in the
neighborhood, because no one knew.  That was how it had always been, how
it would always be.  It was what kept them young, despite the fact that
Laurel was nearing seventy-five, and Josie was but a few years younger.
A delicious secret for the two, knowing that Josie often went about her
daily tasks in the yard and the neighborhood with a red hot bottom, and
a secret smile that was shared by Laurel.

The neighbors only saw them as a cute couple, and so they missed the
unspoken bond between them.  The one never spoken of, but treasured as
they treasured each other.  The bond that had always been, and would
always be, for the rest of their lives.

G.’s story-The Vampire Strikes Back

  • Posted on August 6, 2012 at 1:42 AM

G. has given permission for me to post his first and only story, which he used to delurk on SSS back in September of 1998 (a month before I showed up LOL).  It’s short, but HOT!

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The Vampire Strikes Back
(with apologies to G. Lucas)

It is the night before Worldcon, the socializing ends
relatively early, at around midnight.  I am in my signature costume
already, black tuxedo trousers white ruffle shirt, black vest, black
bow tie, gold pentagram with red stone in the center, walking stick,
and black satin cape with red satin interior lining.  My lady is
wearing a simple black evening gown and a black choker with red stone
as a highlight.  I encircle her with both halves of the cloak and say
“You realize that absolutely nothing is going to happen before noon
tomorrow, we have a few hours to before we need to sleep”.  I smile
and run my tongue across the fang prosthetics, a gleam in my eyes.  I
doff the cape with a practiced flourish and discard the walking stick
(way too big heavy and thuddy for the business at hand).  I take the
straight back chair from the desk and bring it to the center of the
room.  I return to my lady, grasp her svelte waist and escort her to
the chair.  I sit, drape her over my knees, and lift the back of her
gown.

I pause, lasciviously staring at the red satin panties
(matching costumes) and the wonders enclosed within.  I spank slowly
at first, pausing every so often to run my hand over the marvelously
smooth satin.  At the point I feel the satin becoming warm to the
touch, I lower the panties disclosing the pinkening bottom beneath.  I
step up the tempo of spanks and wait for the pattern of her breathing
to change.  I then lift her off my lap toss the shirt and hang the
rest of the costume over the chair, when I turn around I find her nude
form positioned for the finale, head and knees on the bed, her legs
spread and lovely fanny in the air.  I finger the wetness between her
legs to increase her arousal again, take my belt and commence her
spanking with it.

As she climaxes, I reach between her thighs and engulf my
finger in her wetness.  I withdraw the finger, replacing it with one
from my other hand and part her enflamed cheeks.  Carefully moistening
her wrinkled hole, I slowly insert the finger as a soft groan escapes
her.  As the finger increases its tempo, her breathing once again
quickens, seemingly keeping pace.  My own sex is engorged and rigid as
I get to my knees and enter her from behind.  In a chain reaction she
begins climaxing setting off the powerful, familiar, and welcome
muscular pulsations within me.  She collapses, prone on the bed and I
topple on my side facing her.  As I put the covers over us nestling
her in my arms a thought reverberates inside my head, “This is my best
Worldcon ever and it hasn’t even started”.

Authors note:  The vampire costume and setting are real, the lady is,
alas, fictional – currently (hope springs eternal)

-G.

New Year’s Post-Fantasy Time

  • Posted on January 1, 2012 at 5:47 AM

I’ve had one fantasy running through my head lately.  The concept has always fascinated me, because it’s hot.  G. decides he has to punish me.

“Come here,” he says, with that look he gives me when he means business.

I walk over to him, and I know something’s up, because he’s standing by the bed.  That look and that tone of voice, when he’s standing by the bed never turns out well for my bottom.

“I’m going to punish you,” he says.

“Why,” I ask, my mind going over everything I’ve done or said recently.

“Do I need a reason,” he asks, his right eyebrow going up.

“No, sir,” I say, suddenly meek, which makes the sir come out automatically.

“I didn’t think so,” he says.  “I can, so I will.”

“Yes, sir,” I say, afraid to make things worse for myself.

“Let’s get these out of the way,” he says as he reaches for the waistband of my jeans, pulling me closer, and unbuttons them.  As the zipper comes down, he tugs them down altogether, followed quickly by my panties.

“But…” I say, forgetting myself in my panic.

“But what?  You’re getting spanked because I’ve decided you need to be punished.  You know deep down there are things you’ve been able to get away with, so don’t even pretend you don’t deserve this,” he says.

I know it’s true, there are things he doesn’t even know about, things he’s known about and forgotten about, just things I should be spanked for.  He knows, and he’s right.  But to have him decide not to make it for any one thing, just because he can, makes it hot and scary at the same time.  My stomach does flips, not knowing what to expect.

He pushes me down on the bed, which gives me that scared/thrilled feeling, and then I hear the sound.  The sound of his belt buckle.  Now I know he’s really going to punish me.  I love the belt, but I know he means business when he uses it for punishment.  I don’t dare look back at him, because I don’t really want to see what’s coming.

The first smack of the belt takes me by surprise.  It’s hard, really hard, and the second comes so fast behind it that it takes my breath away.  It’s punishment, that’s how it goes, hard, and too fast for me to get used to it.  It breaks me fast, within six hard smacks I start crying, and by ten I’m crying a lot.  He doesn’t want to spank me for a long time, he wants to make sure that it does the job.  He wants it to break me so that I’m willing to be a good girl again.  I’m submissive after a punishment spanking.  For a while, and he tries to take advantage of that to make sure I promise to be good, to do what I should.  The promises are made, broken through my tears and choked sobs.  He doesn’t stop spanking because I start crying.  He keeps spanking until he knows I’ve given up.  When I’ve stopped fighting it, when I surrender to him finally.  That’s when he stops.  He always knows when it’s time to stop.

I want this to happen.  It’s a new year, and I want this.  It’s been so long since we’ve been able to really explore our punishment dynamic.  Hopefully he wants to do it too.  I haven’t talked to him about it yet, but we’ve been ramping up the spanking talk, so I’m hoping to get to it soon.

As requested, here’s the first poem

  • Posted on December 10, 2011 at 4:33 AM

The First Stirrings

So young,
You have no idea
how the world works,
Yet you know that
this thing makes you feel
something strange,
It makes you tingle inside,
Gives you a small rush
that you don’t understand,
But you know you like it.
You also know you can’t tell,
Because then they’d know
and they would tell you it was wrong,
Though you know deep down it isn’t,
So you keep it inside,
Your dark secret,
That makes you tingle inside
and gives you that wonderful rush
just to think about it.

A Need Fulfilled-Part 2

  • Posted on July 24, 2011 at 2:30 PM
The next night was Sunday, which meant I had to go to bed early. I didn’t know how I was going to manage to get to bed so early, when I was used to staying up until one or two in the morning. Going to bed the same day I woke up just wasn’t normally in the cards. I got into bed, expecting to lie there for hours, but surprisingly, I was asleep in half an hour. When the alarm went off in the morning I woke up right away, and didn’t hit the snooze alarm once. I got to work in plenty of time for the first time in ages.
The rest of the week went along essentially the same way. I thought I had this thing licked, and that the bedtime would be very temporary. I had hope that I wouldn’t need rules for very long. When I called Kate that Friday, she was very pleased that I was following the rule so well, and called me a good girl. That made me happy, because I wasn’t used to hearing that. It made me want to keep being a good girl and doing what Kate wanted me to do.
The next week started well enough, I kept to my bedtime and woke up when I was supposed to. Then on Thursday, some of the women at work asked if I wanted to go with them for a night out. Forgetting what Kate had told me about asking permission, I told them I’d go. We went to a bar, and the next thing I knew, it was one in the morning. By the time I got home it was closer to two, but I figured that I’d already broken the rule, a little longer wouldn’t make any difference. When the alarm went off five and a half hours later, I hit the snooze button three times and ended up being late for work. Realizing that I would have to call Kate later that day and confess to what I’d done, I was nervous all day at work, and easily flustered. By the time I got home I was so frazzled I didn’t know which way was up.
I was desperate for an excuse to use as I dialed Kate’s number. It was only the second week and I had already screwed up, big time. I don’t just mess things up a little, when I do it, I do it big, and this was no exception. I knew I was in for it.
“Hello Sarah,” Kate said.
Damn Caller ID, I couldn’t just hang up and pretend I hadn’t called. “Hi Kate,” I answered nervously.
“So, how did the week go,” she asked. I thought I detected something in her voice that told me she knew something was up.

“It went really well most of the week,” I said, trying to put the best angle on it that I could.

“Most of the week,” she asked, in a tone I wasn’t used to. It wasn’t accusatory, but it seemed to drip impending doom.
“Yeah, most of the week. Last night was a little bit off………” I said, trailing off, not willing to give it all up at once.
“What do you mean, a little bit off,” she asked. The tone got more ominous.
“Well, some friends at work wanted me to go out with them last night after work, and I got home a little bit late,” I said.
“How late,” she asked.
“Um…….almost two o’clock,” I said, almost under my breath. I wanted the impact to be as small as possible.
“That’s not “a little bit late” Sarah, that’s very late,” Kate said sternly,”why weren’t you watching the time?”
“We were having such a good time that I didn’t notice the time until one o’clock, and then I figured I was already in trouble, so I just stayed,” I said, thinking it couldn’t get worse than it already was.
“I see,” Kate said.
I didn’t like the sound of that tone at all. It told of more than impending doom, it announced the demise of my poor bottom.
“I also hit the snooze button three times this morning and ended up being late for work,” I said in a furious rush, hoping she wouldn’t notice all of it.
“I obviously have my work cut out for me on Sunday. Be here at noon, if you know what’s good for you,” Kate said.
“Are you mad at me,” I asked.
“Not mad, just disappointed,” Kate said,”I hadn’t expected you to disregard my instructions so blatantly. I told you that you could ask for permission if there was a reason you wanted to stay up late.”
My heart dropped into my stomach when she said the word disappointed. I hadn’t meant to disappoint her, and now I felt even worse. “I forgot,” I admitted.
“Obviously,” Kate said,”so we’ll take care of your memory problem on Sunday too.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said. There was that word again.
“See you on Sunday, Sarah, and don’t be late,” Kate said.
“I’ll be there,” I said,”bye.”
“Goodbye Sarah,” Kate said, that tone still evident.
I felt awful. I hadn’t meant to disobey her, and I had forgotten about asking permission. It hadn’t been on purpose. I’d never cared about disappointing anybody before, so this was a new situation for me. Was I going to be good from now on just so I wouldn’t disappoint her? I never wanted to hear that tone in her voice again, I knew that much.
I was up early Sunday morning, so nervous I couldn’t eat anything. All I could think about was what was going to happen. I wondered how bad it would be. She had only spanked me with her hand that night at the party, and that had been bad enough, but I had seen what had happened when she used the hairbrush on Julie’s bottom. I couldn’t imagine being on the receiving end of that. I knew I would find out soon enough.
Before I could chicken out, I drove to my appointment with doom. I stood at Kate’s door and rang the doorbell right at the stroke of noon. I didn’t dare risk being even one minute late. I was already in enough trouble. When she opened the door there was only a trace of the sternness I had heard on the phone. Even that small amount had an effect in person. I tried not to let my nervousness show.
“I’m glad to see that you decided to obey me this time,” she said.
“I’ve been up for hours, there was no chance of sleeping late,” I blurted out.
“Good. Come in, I’m not about to spank you on the front porch,” Kate said, sneaking in a little humor to break the tension,”At least not yet.”
I entered the house, and had to look at her to make sure she was kidding about that last part. At this point I wasn’t sure what she was capable of. Anything to teach me a lesson, I expected.
It didn’t take any time for her to get down to business. There was a straight-back chair in the middle of the living room, and a small paddle and a hairbrush were on a table next to the chair. My knees almost buckled at the sight of them.
She sat down on the chair, and I stood in front of her. Part of me wanted this spanking, so that she wouldn’t be disappointed in me anymore. As she put me over her knee and pulled my pants and panties down in one swift motion, I knew this was going to be much worse than the one at the party.
In my position over her knee, I couldn’t see which of the two implements she picked up, but with the first smack I knew it was the paddle. I squeaked, not expecting it to be so hard right from the start.
“This is a punishment spanking, there aren’t any warm-ups before a punishment spanking,”Kate said,”the paddle is for not asking permission and deciding to break the rule, and the hairbrush is for deciding that since you were in trouble already that you might as well stay out later.”
The paddle was small, but brutal. The sting built up immediately, and was close to intolerable almost as fast. I kicked and squirmed and tried to get away, but Kate’s grip was much too tight. There was no chance of escape. I was trapped, to be spanked unmercifully for as long as Kate wanted. My bottom was on fire in short order, and I panicked, thinking there was no way I would be able to stand it. I had no idea how long she spanked me, it just seemed to go on forever.
Suddenly the sting of the paddle was replaced by the intense burn of the hairbrush. I screamed at the first splat of that evil thing against my bare bottom, but there was no let up. The helpless I had felt at the party overtook me again, and I was crying hard in short order. The helplessness became remorse, and I was genuinely sorry for having disobeyed her. The hairbrush did its work, and I was a very sorry girl.
When Kate was satisfied that I had learned my lesson, the spanking ended. I was exhausted, having cried myself out over her knee, so all I could do was lie there in misery. She lifted me off her lap after pulling up my pants, and led me to the couch. She hugged me and rubbed my back.
“Do you forgive me,” I asked through my sniffles.
“Of course, dear. You’ve been punished, and it’s over now. I know you’ll try your best to be a good girl from now on,” Kate said.
“Yes ma’am, I definitely will,” I assured her. I meant it. I didn’t want another spanking like that ever again.
“I’m glad. I don’t like having to punish you, but I’ll always do it when it’s needed,” Kate said, letting me know that she was serious.
We had lunch after that, and when I left we were on very good terms again. From then on I tried to keep to my bedtime, and succeeded most of the time, but there were still spankings for that and other rules that she put in place later on. Kate made all of them count, but none were as memorable as that first day, when I learned that when Kate says to do something, you do it.

A Need Fulfilled-Part One

  • Posted on July 23, 2011 at 10:42 PM

I forgot about this story.  I wrote it a couple years ago, but never used it for anything.  It’s long, so I have to post it in parts.  It’s fiction, but it’s written in the first person.

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From early on I knew that I lacked something. A strong female figure, willing to take charge. Even though outwardly I followed the rules, internally I was missing the guidance, and I craved it. I had always been thrilled by the thought of being spanked, but it never happened, not with my permissive upbringing. My hopes rose when I entered the scene, finding people to spank me, because there were women who spanked other women. I didn’t act on my inclination for a long time, because there always seemed to be something holding me back. The time didn’t seem right, or the women I met weren’t the right type. It seemed I always found an excuse. That was until I met Kate.
I first saw her at a party. It was impossible not to notice her, she was sitting in the middle of the room spanking a younger woman. She had the woman over her knee, and she had this maternal air about her, caring but stern. The longing rose up in me again, watching the scene, and I wanted to be the one over her knee, being scolded and spanked. She was saying all the things I had always fantasized that a mother would say to a misbehaving daughter. It sent a shiver through me, and I couldn’t look away. When the scene was over, Kate hugged the woman, whose name I didn’t know, and the younger woman had a very content look on her face, even after what had seemed like a very intense scene.
I stood where I was, afraid to move, afraid to approach Kate. She seemed so formidable, and it still seemed like too large a risk, even with my need prodding me to take that risk. It wasn’t that I was afraid that she wouldn’t want to spank me, because obviously she had no problem spanking women. I just didn’t know her very well, and I didn’t know if she wanted to deal with someone who placed so much importance on a mother/daughter scenario. There was so much emotion involved in it for me that I thought it could possibly make her uncomfortable.
“Hi Sarah. I saw you watching when I was spanking Julie,” I heard a voice behind me say.
I turned, and there was Kate. I had been so deep in thought that I hadn’t noticed her approach me. “Oh yeah, well I think we all were. It was impressive,” I said.
“I think you were watching more intently than most,” Kate said, “as if you wanted to be where Julie was.”
I panicked, and couldn’t look her in the eye. Was I that obvious? I felt as thought I had a huge sign plastered across my body that said, “I need a woman to spank me” in foot tall letters.
“I know the look, dear,” Kate said, acknowledging my thoughts.
She was much taller than me, and it was like a child looking up into a mother’s face when I met her gaze. Up close I could tell that she was a good two decades older than me, but that only helped fuel my longing. Not just her mouth smiled at me, her eyes seemed to as well. I suddenly felt at ease, and forgot all about my panic. I wanted to tell her everything about my desire to be taken in hand by a strong woman who knew how to deal with a naughty girl, even if that “girl” was in her thirties. It came out as a jumble, and neither of us understood what I was trying to tell her.
She put her hand on my arm, stopping me mid ramble. “Why don’t we find a quieter place to talk, and then you can tell me everything.”
I could only nod and follow her to the far corner of the room, where we sat at an unoccupied table. “Now, take a deep breath, and let’s try to make sense of that jumble you were trying to tell me,” Kate said.
I did as she said, trying to slow my breathing down enough to talk. Now that I had the chance, I didn’t want to mess it up.
“I’ve always been into spanking, but my parents raised me very permissively. I’ve always wanted a strong woman to take me in hand, to help me fix the things about me that need fixing. I thought there wasn’t much chance of it happening, but when I watched you spanking Julie, I wanted to be in her place. I felt stuck where I was, like I was seeing my own future. I want it to be my future, but I wasn’t sure how to ask you,” I said, getting calmer the longer I talked.
“Now that I understood. I think I can help you. If your childhood was as permissive as you think it was, then we have a lot of work to do. It won’t be easy, but it will be worth it in the long run. You have to have self discipline to get ahead in life, and if you didn’t learn it through discipline as a child, there’s no way you’d have it as an adult,” Kate said, as if this new situation was already arranged. “Tell me what areas of your life you’re having the most problem with, and we’ll work on those first.”
I was stunned. I hadn’t expected her to agree so easily. I thought I would have to beg and plead, at least a little. “Well,” I stammered, all nervous again. “I never seem to be able to get anything done on time, so deadlines at work are next to impossible. I can’t seem to keep my spending under control, so all of my credit cards are maxed out most of the time. I eat all wrong, when I remember to eat at all, and I don’t sleep unless I’m so exhausted that I end falling asleep on my couch almost every night. I’m a mess.”
Kate sat silently for a few minutes. I started thinking that I had scared her, that I was too much to deal with. I already thought of myself as a hopeless case, so it was easy to think she did too. When she finally spoke, it was a surprise.
“First things first. We need to get you on a regular sleep schedule. Nothing in your life will go the way it’s supposed to until your mind is clear, and it can’t be when you don’t sleep. That means a strict bedtime until you learn to go to sleep when you should. It may take a while, and I’m not expecting perfection, but if you break the rule, you will be spanked,” she said firmly.
A scared thrill went through my entire body. This was something straight out of my dreams, but it was real. I couldn’t believe she was agreeing, and taking charge so fast. It was more than I could have hoped for. But could I follow rules? I never had before, at least not with any regularity. I wanted to though, because my life was becoming ridiculously out of control.
“Okay,” I said finally. “If you’re willing to help me, I would be stupid to pass up the chance. How do we start? How will you make sure I’m following the rules?”
“We start now. From here on out, I’m in charge, at least as much as you’ve put me in charge. I’ll know whether you’re following the rules or not because you’re going to tell me. Once a week, on Fridays, you’ll call me and give me a report on how things have been going. If there are any transgressions, you’ll tell me about them, and we’ll meet on Sunday to deal with them,” Kate said, all business.
“You mean I’m supposed to tell on myself,” I asked.
“Exactly,” Kate said,”because you want this, and the part of you that wants this will tell me if you break the rules. It may not make any sense now, but in time it will. If you’re really as serious about turning your life around as you say you are, you’ll do it.”
“I am serious, it just seems weird for me to tell you when I need to be punished, because I’ve spent my life avoiding that,” I said.
“Which is why you asked me to help. You’ve never been held accountable for anything, but that’s about to change,” Kate answered, getting up from the table. “Now I think you should experience a little of what’s in store for you.”
I stood up, not knowing what was about to happen. We left the room, and went out into the hallway. We walked a short way to her room, which was down the hall from the room where the party was being held. She took me by the hand, led me to the bed, and sat down on the edge of it. She positioned me in front of her, gave me a questioning look, and I nodded. The next thing I knew, I was across her lap. I had no idea how she’d managed to do it so easily. I did know that I was staring at the carpet, about to be spanked.
She started slowly, flipping up my skirt and spanking my panty covered bottom with her hand. The smacks were deliberate, but not hard. I could tell she was holding back, because I had seen her spanking Julie with much more force. She covered my entire bottom with smacks. Just as the heat built to a stinging feeling, I felt her reach into the waistband of my panties and pull them down. I had a momentary feeling of dread and panic, and tensed up.
“Don’t be silly, Sarah, I have to spank your bare bottom. Relax,” Kate said.
The panic left me, and with my panties down around my knees, she continued the spanking. I didn’t know if it was the lack of protection or if she was spanking harder, but there was a definite difference in what I was feeling. That mild sting was building in intensity, and her hand felt more like a paddle than a hand. I started squirming, and she tightened her grip around my waist. Suddenly her focus went from spanking all of my bottom to my sit spots and thighs, and with much more force. My squirming turned to struggling, which seemed to make her more determined. Sounds came out of me that I don’t remember having ever made before, and then I noticed the tears. I’d never cried from any spanking in a scene, and couldn’t believe it was happening now. Soon the tears turned to sobs, at my feelings of helplessness and frustration of not being able to get free. I cried like I had never cried before, but the spanking continued. The crying was tiring me out, and eventually I couldn’t keep up the fight and just slumped in defeat, accepting whatever she gave. She slowed the smacks then, and then stopped completely. The spanking might have been over, but I couldn’t stop crying. I couldn’t see through the tears, the carpet was a blur. I felt her rub my back, and it helped calm me down. She pulled my panties back up, and helped me up, sitting me next to her on the bed. Without thinking, I put my head on her shoulder, and she put her arm around me. I didn’t know what possessed me to do that, I just suddenly felt very connected to her, and she didn’t seem to mind.
“Feel better,” she asked.
“Yes ma’am,” I said.
Where did that come from, I wondered. It surprised me, because I hadn’t planned on saying it. I’d never said that to anyone in my entire life. I didn’t say Sir or Ma’am, it went against everything I was. I wasn’t raised to say it, and had never seen the need for it, and here I was, saying it unbidden.
“I’m glad,” Kate said.
I raised my head to look at her. “I’ve never called anyone ma’am before,” I told her.
“You’ve never had anyone take control of you before, so you never felt the need to,” she said,”so maybe it’s more natural to you than you think, if it happened so easily.”
“Maybe you’re right. You don’t mind,” I asked.
“Of course not. I never demand it, so if it happens, I know that it’s heartfelt,” she said, with that same smile in her eyes that I saw earlier.
“We need to decide on a bedtime for you now,” she continued,”something that will allow you to get a normal amount of sleep from now on. What time do you get up in the morning for work?”
“My alarm goes off at 7:30, but then I hit the snooze alarm a few times and end up getting up at the last minute. I barely get to work on time,” I admitted.
“Then you need to go to bed early enough so that you’re not hitting that snooze alarm. I think that 11:30 on work nights should do it,” Kate said.
“11:30! That’s too early! I couldn’t get to sleep till midnight at least,” I complained.
She pulled me towards her by my arm, which lifted me off the bed, and gave my bottom a hard smack.
“Ow! Sorry,” I said, chastened.
“Good, you’re learning. The 11:30 bedtime is only for work nights. What you do on the weekends is up to you, because you don’t have to get up early. When you get to the point where you can wake up with your alarm and not be tired all the time on work days, then we’ll talk about changing it,” Kate said.
“I guess,” I said,” it just seems so early.”
“When you get used to it you won’t think it’s so early,” Kate said.
“What if something comes up and there’s something I want to stay up late for,” I asked.
“Then you can call and tell me what it is, and ask if you can stay up later. It’s always better to ask permission first than to ask for forgiveness later,” Kate said, not allowing for arguments.
“I think I can live with that,” I said,”as long as there’s room for exceptions.”
We exchanged phone numbers and she gave me her address, and I agreed to call her the next Friday, which was a little less than a week away.
“Then it’s settled. Let’s go back to the party now,” Kate said, standing up and going to the door.
I followed, and we went back to join the party, but I felt different somehow. Quieter, more settled. I kept watching Kate for the rest of the night, in admiration and respect for her style and her strength. She had impressed me more than I had realized at first.