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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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Vicky's Mistake
Vicky had meant to tell Andy about the party, but somehow, with one thing or another, it had slipped her mind. Only when Porky Pig mentioned it in the chat room did she start to wish she had been more up front.
Well "¦ Andy had typed in their MSN messenger correspondence "¦ we’ll have to discuss this when we next see each other.
This was how Vicky had found herself standing naked in Andy’s living room, positioned in front of the window so his neighbours could see her bare bottom while she waited, hands on head, as he requested, while he sipped his wine and read the newspaper.
She felt irritated and humiliated by having to wait, vulnerable and disregarded like that. She would have loved to have fidgeted, scratched her neck, pick at a scab on her finger, but no, she had to stay still, not knowing who might be walking past, glancing in, and seeing her, standing as she was.
Before he had settled down, Andy had shown her his new toys, let her touch them, hold them. He’d worked the tip of his new dragon cane between her pussy lips and smiled at the discomfort it had caused her. He’d pinched her nipples and flicked them with the new leather strap he’d got at the last fetish fair.
But he hadn’t even started yet. Vicky hadn’t been spanked for two weeks and was beginning to feel withdrawal symptoms. Only yesterday she had snapped at a co-worker who hadn’t paid an invoice on time, and on the bus she had stewed in silent frustration at the hold-up in the traffic.
Usually when she visited Andy they’d lunch together, chat for a while, and then she’d be over his knee, getting a fast, hard, bottom warming before she could even think about it. Not today though. He was making her suffer, making her think about it, making her wait.
He had the hairbrush out, she could see. He was wearing the thick leather belt he’d used on her the first time they had played together, the one which left red kisses all over her. And the floggers and canes were waiting on the table, along with the slipper and the wooden paddle.
Vicky sighed.
Andy ignored her, although she could tell from the way his eyes were moving over the newsprint that he wasn’t really reading the words.
At the party she had given in to temptation and let someone unsuitable give her a sound strapping in front of her friends. She’d been excited by the experience but also felt a bit uncomfortable, a bit violated, and certainly knew that Andy would not have approved had he been there.
Now he was here and she was naked, waiting for her punishment.
"Well, Victoria, I’ve heard you’ve been deceitful and vain. That you showed yourself up at the party when I specifically asked you not to do so."
Vicky nodded.
"Too impulsive. Too eager. I’ve told you about that before. It gets you into trouble and makes you unhappy."
"Yes sir. I’m sorry sir, I just got carried away."
Andy went over to her and put his hands on her shoulders, kissing her briefly on the nose before turning her around so she faced the window.
"Put your hands on the window sill."
Vicky did so; bending over to reveal the target she knew he would soon be aiming at. She knew it would hurt like hell as she hadn’t been touched for days and every time she had to wait it was almost like starting again.
She winced and gasped as he started to smack her bottom, hard from the start, then harder and harder, fast and frenzied. She had forgotten how hard his hand was, worse even than a leather paddle when he didn’t take it slowly and warm her up. And obviously today she was not going to get her warm-up.
"You’ve been a very bad girl, Victoria, and bad girls have to suffer."
Vicky’s bottom already felt burning hot and on fire, and still the slaps continued. She could see out on to the street and prayed that no-one would walk by and see what was going on.
She felt her body shaking with a mix of pain, fear and excitement as his finger entered her and probed within her as he continued the spanking. Confusion and arousal overwhelmed her as she came, clutching the window sill, feeling the burning in her bottom and the tightness in her pussy.
"You bad girl, wicked, lascivious, horny bitch. You need a damn good thrashing young lady and you are going to get one."
Andy pulled her close to him and led her to the sofa, cuddling her and running his fingers through her hair.
"Over you go."
Across his lap, Vicky felt safe and protected, centred and secure, even though she knew what was coming next.
"You know the rules, Victoria. Six with the slipper and twelve with the hairbrush to start with."
Vicky shook, jolted and moaned with each blow, trying desperately to keep count in her head, willing him to stop so she could feel his hand stroking her, soothing her, sharing the heat of her hot buttocks, which were already sore and sensitive.
Eventually she felt his hand resting on her, the slow track of his fingernails moving across her bottom and up along her spine. She pushed her body down against his so they were as close together as they could get.
"Enjoying this a little too much I think, don’t you think so girl?"
She could feel his body heat and his heartbeat and whimpered as she clung to him, her naked skin against the strong fibres of his trousers.
"Right miss, now we’ll use the slipper again. Another six - are you ready?"
Vicky murmured acceptance of this. As Andy used the slipper on her he locked his free hand with hers and felt her clutching fingers closing tightly on his. He loved seeing her like this, totally open, totally at his command.
He put the slipper down, slid his hand between her legs and forced them further apart. Alternating between rubbing and spanking her pussy he could feel her getting more frantic and more compliant. Picking up the hairbrush he smartly cracked it against the insides of her thighs, seeing her tense and hearing her squeal each time he did.
"Oh God "¦ oh sir, please "¦"
Andy started to tickle Vicky, letting his hands roam over her, her armpits, her sides, the small of her back, the creases at the back of her knees, between her buttocks, at the back of her neck.
Vicky giggled and squirmed, even registering pleasure when he started to mix this play with hard smacks on her bottom and the backs of her legs.
"Get up and bend over the table."
He watched as Vicky stood and walked across to the table without a murmur, her bottom and legs already beginning to show signs of marking. Little red marks dotted the backs of her legs and a bruise was beginning to bloom just above her sit spot.
"Bend over with your legs apart."
Andy picked up the flogger. Last time he did this he did every inch of her, shoulders, back, bottom, thighs, calves, feet, stomach, breasts. He’d loved every minute of it, teasing her with the suede strands, flicking them against her, bringing them down hard every now and then.
After he’d finished he’d licked and nibbled at her breasts and she had totally gained his awe and respect for taking what she had.
Now it would just be straightforward, bottom and backs of legs, forty strokes, hard and fast. The flogger could be a mean and furious master if it had good reason and a strong man behind it.
Before he started he let the flogger strands tickle and soothe the area between Vicky’s legs, moving them back and forwards, slowly.
Now he’d make her realise the error of her ways.
As the strands bit into her flesh again and again, she moaned and wriggled, gripping the sides of the table as her bottom and legs bounced under the whip.
When he had finished, Vicky’s bottom was blazing red and hot to the touch, and she was on the brink of tears.
"Please "¦ no more "¦ I’m so sorry."
Andy helped Vicky up and led her to the sofa again, pulling her on to his knee, hugging her.
"Lean forward and put your hands on the floor, and wrap your legs around me."
Vicky hated this position. It left her totally vulnerable, although she could cling to Andy’s legs if she really wanted to. It just gave her such strain on her hands, as if there wasn’t enough to think about.
She knew this position not only presented her bottom in a new position to be tormented, but it also gave Andy a view into her most secret parts. Vicky blushed at the thought and buried her face against his legs.
The crack of the wooden paddle was a shock after the biting flogger and the hugs, and she remembered how much she hated it. Each contact with her skin resounded, sent a shockwave of pain through her, and made her yelp.
It seemed the beating would never end, and Vicky winced at the hurt in her bottom and the cramp that was starting to form in her fingers.
"Now get up, little slut, and stand where you were in the window."
Vicky stood, hands on head, bottom and thighs aflame, her eyes full of tears.
"Right, young lady," said Andy, "I am going out for half an hour and when I come back, miss, you are going to get a good, hard caning - do I make myself clear?"
"Yes sir," sniffled Vicky.
"And you will find that if you ever "¦ ever break my trust again, that I will have no hesitation in breaking you."
Vicky was alone, watching the hands of the clock go round and round, not daring to look behind her - for all she knew, Andy was going outside to stand for half an hour watching her to see if she moved.
She knew she would be having trouble sitting down for a while after he’d finished with her "¦ and yet she stood there, hands on head, sore and shaking, highly aroused, longing for the swish of the cane, longing for its burning, hungry welts to leave their mark on her. |
Posted: 10:19 PM, Dec. 9, 2006 |
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