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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 Trial of Remi K
Remi K wakes, shattered and sore, with a spotlight on her face. She is waiting for the Law, waiting for someone to tell her why she is here. She has been in the same spot for hours, in the same high backed chair.
She is naked and cold. Her wrists and ankles are bound to the chair, tightly bound with leather cuffs and ropes. Her neck is in a collar. Ropes bind her breasts and her nipples are clamped. She is hungry and does not understand why the Law does not come.
The wood of the chair feels cool underneath her burning bottom. She remembers being taken from her room to be interrogated and stripped, remembers bending in the courtroom for the bite of the cane.
Remi K remembers being collared in front of the court and led on a rope back here, to the darkness, and remembers nothing more.
The spotlight shines deep into Remi K's eyes, and she squints. Someone else may be in the room. There may be a hundred other girls naked and bound, but all she can see is the spotlight.
She can hear nothing, not even another person's breathing. She shivers.
Remi K hears footsteps. The Law is coming. She will find out why she is held here, without food, without clothing. She will be taken out of the darkness.
He is here before her but she cannot see him. She can sense another person in the dark, but not even an outline is visible. Suddenly a hand slaps her sharply across the face, once, twice. She feels the tears stinging but refuses to break down and cry.
The world spins in the mind of Remi K. Her wrists hurt. Her ankles hurt. Her neck is stiff from the collar. Her nipples are tense and numb from the clamps. All is confusion.
A hand touching her, running up her leg. Unable to move or turn away, unable to see him because of the spotlight.
"Are you the Law?" she asks.
"I am."
Remi K wants to escape. She wants to know why she is here. She wants to know what he wants of her. She wants to please.
His hand is on her thigh now. Sharply the stroking turns to smacking, hard slaps stinging the inside of her legs. Remi K feels a choking sob escape, but stops it. Fear might stop him letting her go.
Remi K feels the cold air on her body. The only hot place between her legs where her thighs are sore. She knows she is exposed and the spotlight means he could see where she can not.
She feels ashamed but turned on at the same time.
"Why have you brought me here?" she whispers.
"You belong."
The courtroom did not give any answers either, remembers Remi K. They told her nothing other than her name and her age, which she already knew. But why she was taken from her room, taken to the court, then collared and brought here, she does not know.
Now he tells her she belongs.
Does this mean that Remi K is destined to be a slave forever, to be tied, bound, and spotlighted under his gaze?
The bite of the whip cuts into her skin and she is tied there, unable to move. She feels a bead of sweat, or is it blood, running down her body. She can only hear the strokes and the white-hot sensation across her. She cannot understand why. She cannot move, only experience.
Remi K is sore and shattered. She is hungry and is desperate for water. The Law is still in the room but now he stands watching her, quietly. Neither of them speak.
She feels her bonds being loosened, first her ankles, then her wrists. She feels his lips on hers before her collar is unbuckled. Her arms snake around him, feeling the power of his muscles, feeling the heat of his body. He carries her in his arms and cradles her. She is offered food, which she consumes hungrily. She is offered water, which regenerates her.
"Game over?" he asks as he nuzzles her ear.
"Oh yes please," comes the giggly voice of Remi K.
He kisses her with all the passion of lovers in play, before flipping her over and starting to spank her willing bottom, making it bright red and burning sore. She feels her heart thundering as she and the Law complete their scene together, before bed, breakfast, and a bus trip home.
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Posted: 10:36 PM, Dec. 9, 2006 |
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