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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 Pinwheel
It was bought purely to make him suffer, and Tanya giggled as she thought about it, as the assistant took her money and packaged it ready to go home.
The pinwheel, and the pole they had installed as well.
She smiled.
When she got in the house she could hear the sound of tapping on the computer keyboard. After she had told him to clean the kitchen and finish wallpapering. She knew perfectly well it wouldn't be completed, and here he was messing about in the chat room, playing the role he had carved out for himself.
Roy glanced up from the screen momentarily as Tanya walked in.
"Busy day?"
She glared. Nothing had been done. The house was a tip. He'd probably just fed himself and then gone online. It wasn't good enough.
"Come off that computer ... NOW."
"I'm talking to jenny," he said, continuing to tap away.
Tanya strode over, pulled the cable from the computer, and snapped the case shut.
"Don't you dare disobey me."
Roy opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it.
"Now get in there. Against the pole. You can wear the hood and the shoes but nothing else. Get in there and stay still until I come in."
He took his time getting up so Tanya slapped him hard across the face, leaving him gasping. She could see the gleam of pride in his eyes but resolved to get rid of that right now.
"Look, you little slave. You do as I tell you. Understood? Now get in there."
In 'there' was their makeshift dungeon, with a pole and a stool, a spanking bench, restraints, a cross, and their toys hanging from the wall. When they'd moved in they had converted the second bedroom at the top of the house and made it soundproof. Their little playground.
Tanya picked up the bag of things she had bought from the shop, including the pinwheel, and followed him upstairs.
Roy was knelt on the stool as she had requested, arms wrapped around the pole, with the black hood over his head and the high heels on. She'd bought them from Transformation last year and they were one of the best buys they'd made. She knew how excited he got when he was wearing them, but also humiliated and emasculated.
She'd always been attracted to men with a certain degree of vulnerability, and underneath his cockiness and outer confidence, Roy was certainly that.
Tanya picked up the ropes from the bench and secured his arms to the pole.
"I have some new toys here, slave," she said, digging her fingernails into his shoulders, leaving little red crescents there.
She liked not being able to see his face, and for him not to be able to see her. He would have no idea whether she would tickle him with feathers, flog him, stub out a cigarette on him, or any of the other games they had planned together.
Today it was the new toy. The pinwheel was solid steel and consisted of a rotating wheel with sharp pins fixed along with rim which scratched and pulled as you dragged it across the skin.
Tanya began to run the wheel over Roy's back, moving downwards from his shoulder blades and stopped at his waist, using slow, deliberate movements. She could see him shuddering and wriggling, trying to break free of the ropes.
Slowly she moved further downwards, over his bottom, down on to his scrotum, where she started moving the wheel backwards and forwards, faster, crouching behind him so she could force his legs further apart.
Roy moaned and begged for her to stop, but Tanya just smiled. She was having too much fun.
She picked up the little knife she'd bought and started to peel the ginger root, squeezing it gently to see the little bubbles of juice appear on its surface.
"Open your legs wide, little slave," she said, and inserted the root into his bottom hole, pushing it in as far as it would go.
Roy gasped and clenched but he couldn't shift this new torment.
Tanya picked up the pinwheel again, working it over the back of his neck, under the arms, down the cheeks of his bottom and his thighs, between them.
She stroked his back.
"Payback time," she said, and picked up the belt.
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Posted: 10:22 PM, Dec. 9, 2006 |
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