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This blog showcases spanking fetish stories and poetry; plus some other random thoughts and ideas, written by a thirty-something female switch.
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The Traveller
Foggy and twiglet had been in pm in the chat room for most of the night when they finally plucked up the courage and agreed to meet.
His fingers itched with anticipation as he typed 'what are you doing next week?' and he couldn't believe his luck when the response flashed up 'nothing much ... I think I'd enjoy playing with you'. He smiled as he typed a quick final sentence, knowing the effect it would have: 'honey, I'm going to redden your butt slowly, effectively, and erotically'.
He could almost sense her wetting her knickers when she read that. It always worked like a dream. So many girls had been over his lap, one more was always welcome. And this girl was so sweet, so sensitive.
He'd really enjoy giving her a really good thrashing; he could sense from the way she interacted in the room that she badly needed it.
twiglet couldn't sleep as the pm exchange ran through her brain over and over again. She was hugely excited by the prospect of meeting this guy, of feeling him take control of her, of letting his dominance wash over her.
It had been too long since someone had reached out and said what others had just quietly thought, that she needed a strong hand and a firm personality, she needed a man who would not shy away from giving her that rush of pain, that red raw bottom she'd craved ever since she'd logged on and made her first post.
Every day for the rest of the week she was full of thoughts about Foggy - what did he like? black lace - so she got some knickers and stockings he'd appreciate; what did he want her to say? she was determined to be herself, shy and submissive, not answering back, giving in completely to his authority; what would he do to her? he'd given her more than one clue, and she shivered in excited anticipation just thinking about it.
He phoned her the night before, and twiglet curled up in her chair, mobile clamped to her ear, hearing that sexy voice send fireworks and crackles through her, warming her up, leading her on.
She was so nervous she couldn't concentrate on anything, cooking the evening meal, going to work ... she'd bought a new velvet top that she knew he would like, and dressed up in her best shoes and her loveliest skirt.
For an autumn day she was amazed to find bright, hot sunshine, and couldn't stop fidgeting throughout the morning leading up to their appointment.
Foggy had spent the morning irritated by having to wait for twiglet to come out of work; and by spending the night alone. He wasn't used to it, and has slept badly. He'd also cut himself shaving and had swathed himself with aftershave to draw attention away from the little nick just under his bottom lip.
He waited for her outside her office trying to remember what she looked like, from the photograph she'd sent him. Would he know her? Did it matter?
Then she was there, looking excited and flushed, moving over to hug him, blushing as she murmured a shy hello. Nice looking girl, he thought, looking her up and down.
Tight little breasts, tiny frame, firm bottom, cute legs. He was going to enjoy this.
twiglet was overcome with confusion and the feeling of 'am I doing the right thing'. She felt him looking her over and was embarrassed at the attention. She felt the palms of her hands get hot and sticky and knew her pants were already damp with excitement.
As they walked along the pavement he stopped her and made her change places with him, so she was walking on the side away from the road. This made her feel instantly submissive, and she nibbled her lip as they continued to his car, realising that she was really with someone who could control her without very much effort.
Her brain was working overtime as they cruised along in the car. They stopped for lunch at the 'Lord Darcy' pub, but she couldn't eat much with her heart fluttering in her mouth. Sensing her nerves he held her hand and stroked it, calming her and making her feel safe.
Such a sweet girl, he thought. Well worth the long journey.
The hotel was quiet as they checked in, mid-afternoon. He left her to freshen up while he retrieved his toy bag from the car. She gave herself a rub down and then stood at the window, watching for him coming back across the car park.
Come on, twiglet, she said to herself, you can do this. Battling with desire to a/ run away and b/ to lock herself in the room and him out, she gave in and settled in the armchair, waiting.
The rattle of the key in the door roused her from a moment of silence. He seemed pleased to see her still there, quiet and waiting.
Foggy settled himself on the bed and took in the atmosphere, the room, the sunlight coming through the window, and this girl, a bit scared, very shy, very pretty, just waiting for him to take control.
"Ok, come here," he said, and smiled as twiglet came over and settled herself on his lap. Cuddling her he could smell her perfume and feel the ticking of her heart. She seemed very small and very scared.
"So, tell me what you like to do," he said, "do you like things to be stingy or thuddy?"
She shook her head, "I don't know sir."
twiglet was looking down now, furiously blushing, a bubble of sweat across her top lip. Her fingernails dug into him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He could tell she was battling with so many disparate feelings she couldn't speak.
"OK, over you go."
Now she was over his knee and it felt good. She was warm and not very heavy, and he could feel her breathing as he started to stroke and knead her bottom. From the start he decided to smack her long and hard with his hand, and was turned on by the reaction he got from the first slap, a sequence of wriggles and moans.
"You shouldn't have worn such a thin skirt, should you young lady?"
"No sir," came back the response, and he could feel her shake with some emotion - was she embarrassed? was she amused? he couldn't tell how to play this one.
twiglet was soon wishing she hadn't been so keen to meet him as the smacks got harder and harder and first, her skirt was lifted, and then her knickers were pulled back.
"You didn't need to wear such attractive knickers, young lady!" he said, admiring them against the pinky-red of skin as he continued to spank her.
"I'm glad you like them sir," she mumbled.
So nice, Foggy thought, to have a quiet and submissive girl for a change. Brats were all very well, but he never quite felt in control with them.
With this girl he could do practically anything and she'd go along with it.
"Kneel over the bed, twiglet."
In that submissive position she looked very alluring, he thought, as he reached over to pull down her knickers.
Time for the toys - he strapped her hard, tawsed her, flogged her, paddled her, caned her. He worked on the backs of her legs, between her legs, and all over her bottom.
He loved to see her reaction to each different sensation; her cries with each stroke of the strap and the tawse, her moans of pleasure from the flogger (next time he'd strip her naked, tie her to the bed, and flog every inch of her, front and back), her grumbles from the wooden paddle, and her gasps of pain from each cut of the cane.
Her bottom looked gorgeous, beautifully coloured and elegantly marked.
twiglet was so aroused and excited she couldn't stop a giggle from escaping.
"Do you think this is funny, young lady?" he asked.
twiglet struggled with the concept of the increasing pain, the giggling, and what her response should be.
"I asked you a question, young lady."
"N...no sir."
Foggy smiled. What fun.
She was really getting into it now, he could see. Her bottom was lovely and red and burning hot to the touch as he stopped to stroke it, to feel the bare skin under his fingers, to hand-spank her some more.
twiglet tensed as she felt him breathing more urgently as he moved behind her, hot and heavy as he nibbled and licked her ear, kissed her neck, ran his hands over her bottom.
She could feel his erection pressing against her as his fingers brushed her pussy lips fleetingly.
"Yes, yes," she gasped.
His fingers probed inside her, feeling her juices flowing. She was so warm, so wet, so beautiful. His free hand snaked up to caress her tiny bud breasts, feeling the nipples harden as he stroked and explored, feeling her body shudder.
As she buckled and squealed with pleasure across the bed he clung to her, his own excitement mounting, starting to smack her bottom harder and harder as he rode against her, feeling the explosion from between her legs.
"Oh God, oh God," panted twiglet as she clawed at the bedclothes.
Then she was across him again, her bare bottom bouncing and dimpling under the leather glove, the strap. His fingers tugged at her hair, pulling her closer to him, feeling a warm glow at her protests.
She stood before him and held out her hands as he tawsed and caned them, before they fell together on the bed, touching, stroking, exploring each other, sharing smiles and kisses, running their fingers through each other's hair and over each other's bodies.
"You're so beautiful," she said, full of smiles and ready to do anything.
Foggy held her close, his hands running over the lovely acres of bare flesh, hot, sensitive, vulnerable.
"You're such a lovely girl, twiglet," he said, tasting her exquistive sweetness, feeling an overwhelming feeling of protectiveness and caring.
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Posted: 9:33 AM, May. 11, 2006 |
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