continued…

Graham watched as my face betrayed my thoughts, he nodded and stood up. I made to stand as well, but he said, ‘Stay where you are, I’ll be back in a few minutes.’

I sat back down and drank my tea. I assume he had called someone on the phone as I could hear him talking. Still mutinous, I was definitely portraying my ‘I don’t give a fuck’ resting bitch face when Graham appeared in the kitchen doorway. In one hand he held that lethal looking cane Stuart had gifted him and in the other a thin wooden paddle that was wide and long enough to cover both cheeks with one stroke. Oh fuck!

And… this is where my mouth needs a muzzle!

‘Ooh! Do I get to choose? Well let me see, how abouuuut…. oh I know… neither!’ My smart mouth, I despair of it!

Graham chuckled and walked across to the breakfast bar where I was seated. He placed the cane right in front of me on the bench and put the paddle on the seat next to me.

My pussy twitched! What? My pussy was twitching! FFS!! Why does this excite me so damn much!?! I wriggled a little on the stool and eyed the cane warily. It really is the most evil looking thing.

Graham stood to one side of me and was methodically rolling up his shirt sleeves. I gulped, this was happening. I wasn’t getting out of it and my brain did that thing to me where it just capitulated and accepted I was going to be spanked! Submission brain is a bastard people!

I sighed and slipped off the wooden stool. Standing in front of Graham, I lowered my eyes, ‘Where do you want to do this then?’

If he was surprised at my immediate submission he did a good job of not showing it.

He said, ‘I just talked with Stu and he suggests a ten minute warm up hand spanking with you over my knee followed by ten minutes over the knee with the paddle and then 6 strokes of the cane with you bent over this stool. I agree.’

Wait…WHAT? Stuart said? WTF does Stuart have to do with anything?

I couldn’t help myself, ‘Why did you ask Stuart? Can’t you decide for yourself Graham?’ Yeah, submissive brain has done a runner, adversarial brain is in residence again!

His eyes narrowed and his lips thinned in controlled temper. ‘On the contrary, but he and I agreed that he is your Disciplinarian. If I feel you require discipline in his absence I will always defer to him and carry out his orders. Besides, you wouldn’t want me to give you my brand of discipline Gemma. You bore the bruises for a good week the last time. Neither he nor I want that to happen again.’

Well what the hell am I supposed to say to that? Nothing! I was already in enough trouble. Instead I sighed, pulled up my skirt around my hips, pulled down my panties to my knees and I assumed the position over his knee.

Now, because he is tall and so are the stools in the kitchen, my feet were both on the floor and my legs were straighter than usual, just the top half of me was bent over his knee. Oh my goodness, when that first smack landed I yelped! This new position meant that there was no resistance in my bottom at all and it was completely soft and therefore vulnerable! Damn this was gonna hurt more than usual!

Graham quickly set up a steady hand spanking that warmed my bottom up swiftly and exactly ten minutes later he switched to the paddle. I could feel the heat coming off my cheeks now and the throbbing had begun to set in, my unfaithful pussy, however, had gone completely silent on me again. I give up!

The paddle landed for the first spank of a ten minute hard spanking! OMFG! Both cheeks errupted in pain! This was not fair! I squealed, I couldn’t even dance because of the position I was in, Graham had the tightest grip on my waist that I was never getting out of! The paddling was intense and fast and my bottom and thighs were singing with each stroke, then he changed his pace and slowed it down a touch, this was worse because now the previous spanks had time to bloom before the next one arrived and my whole bottom was throbbing painfully with each new stroke. My poor thighs were stinging and he made sure they got equal attention from the paddle. I could feel the tears welling, I was sobbing now, and yes I was beginning to plead and whine and say I was sorry, utterly humiliating! Graham was impervious to my grovelling, he just continued whacking that horrid paddle for the full ten minutes until the last second, only then did the paddling stop and I suddenly found myself upright.

‘Go and stand in the corner for 5 minutes Gemma, let that lot settle in. Do not touch your bottom. You know I will add strokes with the cane if you do.’ Graham pointed to the corner and I went, in a hurry!

I stood there for the full five minutes, I was hiccuping and sobbing, sniffling and I was desperate to rub my poor, poor hot bottom and thighs but I didn’t dare.

Graham came to stand behind me, I felt him rub cream into my hot burning bottom and thighs and I knew I was going to be in a world of pain in about 20 seconds!

‘Back over to the counter Gemma, assume the position over the stool.’

I bent to pick my panties up from around my ankles and he stopped me.

‘Leave them there, if they come off I will give you an extra 3 strokes of the cane, now get back over to the counter!’

I stumbled and shuffled but I kept those damned panties ON!! No way was I giving him any opportunity to wield that cane anymore than the six Stuart had ordered!

My face was red with embarrassment as I heard him chuckling behind me. I knew I was waddling like a duck, but you know what was worse, I was getting off on the humiliation. I could feel my brain kicking in and telling me, you shouldn’t have mouthed off at the Vicar, you shouldn’t have upset the Wilson’s, you shouldn’t have mouthed off to Graham, you only have yourself to blame for this. Own it.

So I did, and then the tears came, silent tears running down my cheeks as I assumed the position over the kitchen stool. I leaned right over and gripped half way down the legs and I held on for dear life, because to move when Stuart is spanking is foolish but it usually just gets you a warning, to move out of position with Graham? Man your arse is going to pay big time for it. I held on tight, gritted my teeth and waited for the first stroke to land. It felt like FOREVER!!

By now the evil chili rub had begun it’s deep heat torture of my bottom and thighs. Bloody hell that stuff is HOT! My skin was burning deeply, my bottom and thighs were throbbing so hard they actually ached deeply. I was in a world of pain and then the first stroke landed!

I threw my head back and HOWLED, that cane! Jesus that cane BITES like no other I have ever felt. The tears were falling freely now and I was crying in earnest. I didn’t plead, I didn’t beg, I didn’t apologise for my behaviour, I just took the six strokes as loudly as I could so he knew they were hitting home.

And then it was over. Graham walked around the other side of the counter and told me to stand up and get dressed. I did and then I grabbed the handful of tissues he was holding out to me and blew my nose, wiped my eyes and sorted myself out.

‘Sit down Gemma, I want to talk to you before you go home.’

SIT DOWN? WAS HE KIDDING ME?? He could fuck right off with the sit downs!

‘I’m going to stand thank you.’ I said quietly.

‘I told you to sit Gemma and you will sit. NOW.’ His tone brooked no argument.

So, I’m sitting… on a very unforgiving hard wooden stool and my bottom and thighs are screaming so loud I can barely concentrate on what Graham is saying. I hate that man sometimes!

Graham looked at me seriously, ‘I won’t be carrying out your discipline again Gemma, this is the last time. I really am scared of hurting you. I will forward information to Stuart when I think he needs to know what you’ve been up to, but I will no longer stand in for him.’

Honestly? I was fucking relieved!

He doesn’t like holding back and his holding back is like Stuart’s full on power spank!

‘And just so you know,’ he added, ‘I will be having a word with the Vicar after service on Sunday. I hear your argument and agree with you. He has abused his position and I will see to it he is punished suitably for it.’

I nodded mutely, I didn’t trust myself to speak other than to ask ‘Can I leave now please?’ He nodded and I slid off the stool and left his house without so much as a backward glance.

A thought struck me as I walked away, I wonder whether the Vicar would get the caning of a lifetime from Graham? Now that would be poetic justice!

By the time I let myself into my home I was grinning widely at the thought!

I am still glad Graham isn’t going to discipline me anymore!

All photos courtesy of the internet.

part One.

After the surprise spanking and the almost very sexual experience with Stuart, I decided to err on the side of caution for a while and just be good! You would think that shouldn’t be so difficult to achieve, but honestly, trouble finds me even when I’m not looking!

I think I managed to be good for about two weeks before the novelty of it began to wane somewhat. Being good is hard work, especially when I went shopping in the local supermarket and ran into the Vicar who was standing in an aisle talking with the Wilson’s. They all gave me the kind of look one usually reserves for dog shit on the street! I couldn’t help myself, I hate that kind of behaviour so I smiled and waved and walked over to them. It was fun to watch them gather together in a mistrustful little huddle against the woman who had thrown them all into such spanking disarray!

I smiled at the Vicar and said, ‘How’s the bottom now Vic, none the worse for the paddling I take it? Oh that reminds me, I still have your table tennis bat at my house, would you like me to drop it into the church or will you collect it yourself?’
Of course he went scarlet! He didn’t know where to look, good thing he didn’t try and make eye contact with the Wilson’s, they looked shocked to death at the revelation!

I waited patiently for a response, I was really enjoying watching him squirm. ‘Vicar?’ I prompted.

He was blushing furiously and began to stammer, ‘I don’t think… that is, well… you can keep it I won’t be needing it.’ He all but ran away from a very shocked looking Mr and Mrs Wilson who both put their heads down and hurried away in the opposite direction.

I bent over the side of the freezer to grab a pack of frozen peas, I was so busy giggling I didn’t notice Graham come around the corner of the aisle.

As I straightened up and turned around I collided with a very solid object and almost fell backwards into the freezer! Graham reached out a steadying hand and caught me. I found my footing again and smiled carefully at him. I immediately had a very intense flash back to just two weeks ago and that very hot spanking with Stuart that Graham had happily witnessed. It was my turn to squirm uncomfortably.

‘Seen anything of Stu lately?’ Graham asked, he had such a knowing look in his eyes and a naughty smile on his face, I would have paid good money to get away with slapping him in that moment. It is a good thing I am not given to violent tendencies, well… I am but only as far as spanking myself goes!

I smiled tightly, ‘No, I’m sure you would have heard about it if I had. Seems he’s more your friend than mine these days.’

He shrugged his big powerful shoulders and took control of my shopping trolley!

‘Hey! Where are you going with that?’ I stomped after him, I was having a complete snit fit now! Funny how a mood can change in the blink of an eye!

Graham just turned and smiled at me, a big full on smile, as he said, ‘I’m going to accompany you around the store while you do your shopping and then we are going home to my house to talk about that little scene you just pulled with the Vicar and the Wilsons. I heard it all, I was in the next lane. It wasn’t nice to expose the Vicar like that Gem, in fact it was very naughty indeed.’ His tone of voice did not match his smile! He sounded really stern and Graham does stern extremely effectively!

My bottom tingled and my tummy turned over, but it wasn’t fair of him to castigate me when they had been the instigators with their snooty looks. ‘Oh come on! He deserved it! Sanctimonious twit, you didn’t see the way he looked down his nose at me and encouraged the Wilson’s to do the same! I don’t have to put up with that kind of snide behaviour when I haven’t done anything wrong!’ I was full of righteous indignation.

‘Like I said, we’ll talk about it back at my house, I know the boy is out for at least another 4 hours today! Perfect opportunity for a chat. Come on, let’s get the shopping finished.’ With that he strode off down the aisle with my shopping trolley full of food and disappeared around the corner.

So that’s how I found myself sat in Graham’s house less than an hour later, my shopping had been taken home, he had helped me unpack and put it all away and then he had kidnapped me and absconded with me to his house.

I sat in the kitchen while he made a brew and we chatted about neutral stuff for a few minutes until he was ready to join me.

He sat facing me and watched me for a minute before he spoke, ‘You know, you really shouldn’t have outed the Vicar that way Gem, it was poor form in my opinion and just plain spiteful. Why did you do it?’

I shrugged my shoulders, ‘Like I said before, the way they looked at me just made me really cross because all of them have taken advantage of me, not the other way around.’

Graham thought about what I had said for a moment, ‘that may well be so, but in the middle of the supermarket Gem? He is the Vicar, he has to stand up every week in front of the congregation and deliver a sermon. You greatly undermined his ability to do his work by outing him like that. I find that indefensible.’

Oh oh… what was going on here? Is Graham religious? No… is he? He does seem to be bent all out of shape over the vicar shaming! My mouth is not connected to my brain peeps, it really isn’t, but it does need a bloody muzzle to control it!

‘Why do you care whether the Vicar is shamed or not? Are you a member of that congregation or something? What? You can’t take him seriously now because he likes to be spanked by the naughty Atheist woman who leads his flock astray?’ The sarcasm dripped from my tongue. I was on a roll.

He was suddenly furious and he rounded on me, ‘I care Gemma, because I believe he plays an important role in this community, people talk to him, they trust him, he guides them and he helps them. Your thoughtless actions today could derail the good that he can do!’

I cut him off, now I was angry too. ‘Hang on a minute, it was exactly because he is in that position of trust that he came about private confessional information from the Wilson’s about their spanking sessions with me! He used that information to get what he wanted! He is a creep and shouldn’t be in a position of trust! I refuse to apologise for outing him, the Wilson’s have a right to know he came and told me they had confessed to him! It’s supposed to be completely confidential isn’t it? Isn’t THAT how it’s supposed to work?’

Graham looked surprised and then nodded his head in agreement. ‘Okay I’ll give you that, and I will see to it that he doesn’t go unpunished for his flagrant disregard for his position,’ he said more calmly, ‘However, you were very naughty Gem, you took it upon yourself to embarrass the Wilson’s unnecessarily, you should have just ignored the three of them. You were in a supermarket! The most public of places! That blatant error in judgement needs addressing, even you can see that, surely?’ All delivered in that calm, measured, reasonable voice! Man he fucks me off sometimes!

That was when the mood changed, he was definitely building towards giving me a spanking, he always did this, works up to it, discusses everything completely first and then when the tension is unbearable, he changes tack and demands I assume the position because I need a spanking.
My bottom started tingling. Thankfully my pussy seemed to want to remain silent when Graham is around, it appeared to recognise the fact that he is gay so there is no point in waking up. To be honest, I’m not sure whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. It does provide a very nice distraction from the pain when being spanked! But I didn’t want a spanking today!

I know, I know, but honestly, I just wasn’t feeling it, even though my bottom was tingling in anticipation, I wasn’t. This was unfair, quite aside from the vicar, the Wilson’s had behaved very rudely towards me and let’s face it, neither of them was innocent in any of the spankings! They had approached me and presented me with impossible choices at the time. That was how this whole being spanked by other people thing had come about in the first place. If anything, the Wilson’s were the ones who should be being spanked by Graham, not me! I am mutinous in the face of Graham’s scolding.

Clearly, that was a mistake.

to be continued….

All photos courtesy of the internet

It’s true! I can spend weeks lost in the wilderness of a spank free zone, I know I can spank myself but truthfully, the delicious crawling excitement that spirals down from my brain to my pussy on spanking day, is waning. I have no one to answer to except myself.

Meh… I can think of better ways to spend my time and I do, frequently, but with the curtains closed! It’s one thing to be caught in the act of a spanking, it’s quite another to be caught pleasuring oneself! Especially since the stash of brand new dildos came to light! My leisure time has taken on a new dimension, a very satisfying one at that.

Before Stuart turned up with his cane I hadn’t had a spanking of any kind for a good few weeks, the last spanking I had given myself had left me feeling a little underwhelmed and dissatisfied. I was on the verge of putting the spanking kit away for good and then the Vicar had happened. I know it wasn’t me who got the spanking, but I did enjoy humiliating that pious little man with his hairy bottom and table tennis bat!

Regardless, I had lost my craving for the sting so Stuart calling with his cane had sent me into a complete tail spin. That cane was the most evil, whippy, thinnest cane I have ever seen and I had no interest at all in feeling it across my bottom. I know I love a good caning to finish off a punishment but bloody hell, that thing looked lethal! I don’t mind admitting I was hugely relieved when it was delivered safely into Graham’s hands and locked away in his cabinet without trials being carried out.

Which brings me right back to where I left you all in my previous post.

Stuart was very cross with me for going commando style again. It really is a pet hate of his, knowing I won’t wear panties. I don’t know why, I’m not asking him why either, that would suggest he is important in my decision making regarding my attire, he isn’t. Nobody but me, peeps.

Obviously being at Graham’s house had certainly afforded Stuart a rare opportunity to carry out a spanking on the spot, Graham was always going to be happy to oblige in providing a venue and spanking implements. I should just think myself lucky he didn’t want in on the spanking!

So, I have had my bottom warmed up and I am now back over Stuart’s knee with my rosy coloured bare bottom raised high in the centre of his knees. My hands are touching the floor and my legs are crossed at the ankles to prevent me from kicking out. I can feel Stuart’s erection pressing against my side as he pulls me closer to him and anchors me by the waist with his free hand, I can feel my pussy responding to the proximity of what appears to be a rather magnificent specimen of manhood! I am utterly distracted by his arousal and I have all but forgotten why I am in this position.

Then the first wallop with that thin leather paddle lands and OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! Pain erupts like a lightning strike across both of my cheeks and I HOWL! What erection? There’s an erection somewhere? I have nothing else in my brain except that pain! I wriggle to get out of his hold, he tightens his grip around my waist and tells me to keep still or it will be harder next time. The next wallop lands and I squeal and swear, which brings about four heavier strokes with that nasty paddle at a much slower pace so that the bloom of the first strokes are now spreading across my cheeks and the heat has been raised tenfold. I need to remember he hates me swearing too!

Oh man, I had forgotten how painful a spanking can be! My only saving grace as I see it is Stuart is a softy really, if I plead with him I am pretty sure he will end the spanking soon and let me go with a stern telling off. I know how to work him, I am calculating now how many spanks I can take before I can begin the negotiations, my plan turns to dust in a nanosecond as Graham enters the room and draws up a chair where I can see him and he can watch the entire spectacle of me being spanked. Humiliation much?

He has a gleam in his eye that looks suspiciously like he wants to get involved, I HOWL again as yet another four strokes find their way across my sit spot and thighs and the tears are forming now, but I refuse to allow them to fall. I can take this, I’ve had harder spankings!

Graham chuckles at my stubborn expression, he crosses his leg and speaks quietly to Stuart. ‘I think our little feral cat has a huge mutinous streak that needs to be taught a lesson Stu. She is nowhere near tear spilling, I have a sneaking suspicion she might actually be enjoying this?’

Stuart grunted his disapproval of the idea I might be having fun, and the thwacks came down harder and slower and were so much more painful because now he was putting more effort in because he had an audience to play to. My bottom and thighs were on fire, I was howling and sobbing and squealing but the tears would not fall! Fuck me, I could really have done with them making an appearance now, because this was so painful on my unspanked for weeks and weeks bottom and thighs!

Quite suddenly the spanking ended. The leather paddle was laid down on the sofa and I felt Stuart’s hands roaming over my fiery red bottom, he stroked my thighs, ran his fingers between my legs and felt the wetness of my pussy, he rubbed a little and withdrew his fingers to wipe them on my hot bottom. I heard him chuckle, a deepthroated fully aroused male chuckle that had my pussy singing in response. I lifted my head up and risked a glance at him but Graham had other ideas. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, ‘If you even so much as dare to blink right now, I shall take over the spanking while Stuart holds you in position. You know I don’t get distracted by the scent of your sex, darling.’

I put my head back down quickly. Oh boy, this was definitely new territory for me. How do I handle two of them? I do as I am told, that’s how!

Stuart was completely preoccupied with my bottom and pussy, he stroked and petted, pushed his fingers inside gently stroking me and I was squirming and groaning and oh fuck… I think if we had been alone things may have escalated and I would have found myself riding that magnificent member until we both came and hard! I was so fucking HOT for him right now I could literally scream! I pushed my bottom back against his fingers and he laughed at my efforts to have them fully inside me.

He withdrew them and then without any warning he hand spanked me so hard I was kicking out, legs flailing, tears flowing freely down my face, I was begging now, please I am so sorry, I promise to behave better in future, I promise I will wear panties, I promise, I promise, I promise!
I hate myself for it, the submissiveness I succumb to, the humiliation that begging brings with it, the smallness of my voice as I plead and beg for his forgiveness but at the same time I crave that feeling. I can’t get it any other way and that makes me even more angry with myself. I shouldn’t need this!

Graham has stood up now and he is leaving the room. Stuart is still spanking me but the spanks are slowing and becoming softer. He’s nearing the end and I can tell we are almost done. Finally he stops and lifts me up and sits me on his lap. He cuddles me and hands me some tissues Graham has so thoughtfully left out for just such an occasion!

He kisses me gently, he wipes my tears away, he murmurs senseless words in my ears and calms my traumatised brain with them. I have slowed my crying down to a few hiccuping sobs and I am cuddled into his huge chest feeling the most safe and secure I have ever felt in my entire life. That feeling fills me with fear, not the spanking, not the paddling, not the sexual exploration which is all out of my control and therefore excites me beyond belief. No, the only thing that frightens me is this, the closeness, the gentleness, the adoring way he holds me and soothes me while I calm down.

Graham appears at my side now and hands Stuart a big tub of Aloe cream to rub into my skin. I can’t let Stuart do it, I just can’t. That will break me completely. It’s too personal, it’s too loving, it’s too kind and caring. I bolt from his lap like I have been stung and I pick up my skirt from the floor, take the cream and excuse myself and escape to the sanctuary of the bathroom where I can tend my bottom in private and calm my stupid needy heart down and find some of my all but disappeared bolshy attitude.

Spankings are like buses… better late than never, I suppose?

All photos are courtesy of the Internet

So, you know when you think all of your options have disappeared and you are back to the D.I.Y. position in life? Well that’s where I was.

I had pretty much given up on Stuart as a viable option for spanking me. He wanted to counsel me, he was too nice a person and he was interested in so much more from me than I was interested in giving.

Anyway, after the discipline weekend that wasn’t, I had finally forgiven Stuart and we were back to normal with each other. He still made me feel submissive around him, I still had fantasies about him spanking me until I used my safeword, but I kept it all under wraps, because the bottom line is, he was too complicated. I couldn’t have one without giving him the other. Don’t want to. Not doing it. Don’t need that complication in my life. It’s about trust. Or lack thereof. I trust Stuart, I don’t trust who I turn into with him.

I don’t trust relationships. I just need a spanking from time to time (every week would be nice) that is enough for me. There is an edge to Stuart’s personality that tells me I would be biting off more than I could chew.

All that said, I was feeling a bit at a loose end a couple of weeks after the vicar incident and I was feeling very restless. This makes me naughty. I do naughty really well. I texted Stuart and told him about spanking the Vicar and how the Wilsons were responsible for the Vicar finding out about it all. I also texted him and said I really needed to give myself a good hard spanking soon. He texted me back and said he was in the area could he call and see me?

Of course I said yes! When he isn’t being complicated, he’s excellent company, and, there was a vague possibility he might decide to spank me?

I think I need to be more careful what thoughts I put out to the Universe…

An hour later, Stuart was ringing the doorbell. I ran down the stairs and opened the door. Imagine if you will, the sight of a 6ft 3″ muscular, well built, good looking man standing at your front door with the thinnest, whippiest cane in his hand you have ever seen and he’s smiling at you!

Oh FUCK! That smile scares me more than mine scares everybody else! I risked a glance at the cane, stood back from the door and allowed him to enter. I gritted my teeth as he wiped his shoes on the carpet and I think I may have growled a little bit. If he heard me he didn’t comment.

A little later, brew in hand we were sat in the lounge just chatting about stuff when he tapped the cane, which hadn’t left his side since he had arrived.

‘I need to deal with this.’ He was smiling that ‘welcome to my lair’ smile! Look, I don’t know if there is such a thing as a welcome to my lair smile, but see, that’s what pops in my head everytime he smiles like that. He has a range of them, I’m running out of ways to describe them all! Couple that with I am beginning to feel submissive again and okay I might be getting a bit turned on too, and I believe I have just created a recipe for disaster!

‘What do you mean deal with it?’ I tucked my legs up under me, a bit like a protective gesture for my bottom. Hide it!

‘It’s a gift for Graham, he and I have become good friends over the past few months and amongst other things, we discuss spanking, as you know, we both share a keen interest in a certain bottom!’

‘Coulda fooled me!’ I mumbled under my breath, I know he heard me though. I saw his eyes narrow, but he continued as if I hadn’t spoken.

‘He was saying he had managed to break the tip of his favourite cane and he couldn’t use it as it is. Too sharp an edge, etc etc. Anyway, I have a number of canes, it isn’t my favourite implement, I prefer leather, although I will when required leave stripes on a deserving bottom when needed. So I offered him one of mine. I don’t use this one at all. It’s a shame for it to just sit there. So that’s why I’m in the area. I’m delivering this to Graham, do you fancy joining us both for a bit of a get together, chat, drink, etc?’

I know I should have asked what the etc meant but I didn’t, I smiled because I haven’t been anywhere for fun in a while and I needed a break from these four walls so to speak. So I said, ‘Sure, sounds like fun, I’ll just go get changed.’

Ten minutes later we were knocking on Graham’s door and being ushered in like long lost most beloved relatives!

The evening was fun, I was relaxed because the cane had been swooned over and petted and stroked and then Graham excused himself while he took it and put it in his cabinet in the other room.

While he was gone Stuart dropped down onto the sofa next to me and whispered in my ear. ‘You are going to be spanked hard tonight for your comment earlier, just so you know.’

I turned owl eyes on him. My cheeks flushed and my pussy started to throb with excitement.

‘What comment?’ I never know when to quit do I?

‘Coulda fooled me’ comment earlier, it’s time you learned your lesson lady and I fully intend for it to happen before I leave tonight.’

I grinned at him, ‘ah well, best laid plans and all that, there is no way you can tonight because the boy will be home soon so the house won’t be empty. Maybe next time!’

Graham chose this moment to come back into the room with a long slim leather paddle and handed it to Stuart. ‘I never use this, I prefer the cane, think it’s more up your street than mine.’

Stuart grinned and accepted his gift, and then he smiled what can only be described as a crocodile smile, he looked at Graham with an eyebrow raised, ‘would you mind if I give it a test run right now Gray, only a certain little lady has been running off at the mouth all evening and honestly, I think her bottom needs painting red.’

Graham laughed loudly, ‘be my guest mate, I’ve heard what she’s been up to with the Vicar, shocking stuff, taking a paddling from a Vicar!’

I didn’t! I gave him a paddling! Well, the machine did! I didn’t touch him…

Graham grinned at me, gave a thumbs up to Stuart and then left the room saying he had some stuff he needed to get on with anyway and left us alone.

My pussy was so wet I was shocked at how turned on I had become! Stuart uncrossed his legs and without warning he took hold of my arm and pulled me down over his knees. A second later heavy swats were landing on my covered bottom but they were coming thick and fast and I could feel them through the layer of clothing. He stood me up in front of him.

‘take off the skirt Gem, pull down your panties and put yourself back over my knee.’

Did I mention how submissive I become around Stuart! Bloody hell, like a lamb …

I kept my eyes lowered as I unzipped my skirt and allowed it to fall to the floor, it revealed my naked pussy immediately, I wasn’t wearing panties, I rarely did these days. I risked a glance at his face and oh boy was I ever in trouble for going commando!

‘I believe…’ he said quietly, ‘you are aware of my rules regarding leaving the house without your panties on?’ He was looking at my glistening pussy and I could clearly see the outline of his erection straining against the groin of his black trousers.

Okay I needed to look somewhere, anywhere else! I made the mistake of looking at the leather paddle, then I made the bigger mistake of speaking.

‘I wasn’t aware I was still under your rule Stuart.’ Y’know people, it’s all in the tone of voice. I could have softened that statement in any number of ways but as usual I went for sarcastic bitch who needs a damn good spanking!

He didn’t disappoint…

to be continued….

All pictures are courtesy of the internet unless otherwise stated.

WTF happened to carrying a Bible?

Y’know, I’m just gonna put this out there right now. Some people take liberties when they think they have one over on you, even when they do, which he obviously did, it was always a leap of his faith if he thought he would get to see my bare arse over his knee!

So, it’s 7 pm and I’m sat in my kitchen, I’m on respite time which means I’m alone for 3 hours until 10 pm.

I decided that my skirt should be the shortest I possess, my heels, the sexiest stilettos I own and my stocking tops should be lacy and peeking out of the bottom of the skirt and nothing less than commando style was required for this momentous occasion. Top that with a fitted white blouse and a black bra that barely held my lively puppies in place and I was set. The vicar was calling.

In truth, this would be the first time a man of any kind of religious cloth would be allowed through the front door of my home, me being the naughtiest, most going to hell in a bucket of fire, most unrepentant Atheist this little god fearing village has ever known. And they did, know, I mean. They have all tried, unsuccessfully, for years to bring me into the fold and make me become one of the god bothering flock! Never gonna happen!!

I don’t hate the religious, each to their own is my motto. I simply don’t have the time, the patience or the inclination to stand and listen to the pious mumbo jumbo the religious type peeps in my village tend to spew out, much like the bollocks I was exposed to as a child raised in the catholic faith. It never made any sense to me, I couldn’t work any of that shit out so I stopped trying, once I stopped trying, it was a very small step to stopping believing, once I stopped believing, I was declaring myself a happy Atheist forevermore! I don’t hate god, he doesn’t exist, you can’t hate something that doesn’t exist. It’s simple. Therefore if god doesn’t exist then the devil can’t either. So, with all that in mind, one little man wearing a dog collar and carrying a bible was holding no fear for me or my bottom from either him or his imaginary boss upstairs!

I was gonna play with that man till his head popped!

That was the plan anyway…

The doorbell rang and I lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply before I set off down the hall. A far cry from the hurried dash down the stairs to answer the door to the window cleaner! I was proud of my nonchalance! (Yay, go me!) I sort of hip rolled down that hallway! It might be something to do with the shoes, I’m not sure a normal walk is a doable thing in 4″ stilettos!

I opened the door and there he stood, all self righteous and pious looking, with a vaguely disapproving expression on his face. I wonder if he practised that look in a mirror?

‘Vicar, what can I do for you?’ I was very cool and collected. I took another drag of my cigarette and exhaled as I leaned my hip on the door frame arms crossed (we know what that does to my puppies) and waited.

he took an involuntary step back, he was stood very close to the door when I opened it so essentially I was stepping into his space by leaning against the door frame.

‘I thought we needed to clear up some things Ms Strong, you did get my note from yesterday…?’ He was not accustomed to explaining himself that much was obvious, but he was on my turf so my rules.

‘I found a garbled message shoved through the letterbox but it was vague at best. Perhaps you could explain it all now for me, simply, so even I can understand what the problem is?’ I smiled, my smile frightens people. It makes them fear for their lives. It didn’t let me down this time either.

‘Er.. well, I don’t believe it’s a discussion that should be held on the doorstep Ms Strong, I am sure you wouldn’t want your neighbours to overhear…’ Yup there was the stammer of the fearful.

‘Trust me vic, I’m sure they’ve heard worse…’ I was thinking about Graham and how he had managed to become my spanker within a few hours of chatting with him. Yes he had definitely heard worse. As for the rest of them, I didn’t really give a flying fuck what they thought.

He looked very uncomfortable now and I was beginning to get bored with it all. I sighed deeply and stood back to let him in.

‘I suppose you had better come in, but don’t wipe your bloody feet on my carpet! It’s a sure fire way to piss me right off!’ It’s a pet hate, people step in to my home and wipe their dirty shoes on my carpet! WTF is that about?

He stepped through the doorway and shot me a startled glance at my abrupt instruction about the carpet. I pointed down to the floor, ‘does that look like a door mat to you?’

‘Erm no, it doesn’t. I er…’ He was still stammering. I think he was a little blindsided by now.

‘So don’t wipe your feet then, just follow me to the kitchen and lets have this hush hush conversation you are so desperate to have with me. Tea?’ Change the subject, keep him unbalanced, I’ve got this shit down patt these days.

He followed me with his eyes cast down, he had lost control of this situation before he had knocked on the door and he knew it. Self righteous twit!

He entered the kitchen and took a seat at the table. ‘Tea would be lovely, milk, one sugar please.’ He tried for a smile and failed miserably.

I dropped the spoon on the floor and bent down from the waist to pick it up, he couldn’t help but get an eyeful of my pantiless bottom. I heard him clear his throat, and I wished I could see his face! Oh dear, he really had walked into the lions den hadn’t he?

I was not of a mind to care about his sensibilities, so I began the ‘chat’ while I had my back to him.

‘So tell me Vic, how much did the Wilsons confess to you? Did they tell you they were both enormously sexually aroused by their joint task force spanking of my behind? Did they tell you how Mrs Wilson let her fingers play with my butthole? How she flicked my cli…’ I was rudely interrupted by a very red faced little vicar.

‘THAT IS ENOUGH!’ He spluttered behind me. ‘You are being very disrespectful Ms Strong, the Wilsons gave me few details and more of a broad overarc of what had transpired between the three of you! I do not want the salacious details thank you very much, And please stop calling me Vic. I am a Vicar, Vicar Michael Green is my name and you can call me Michael or Vicar and you can stop being rude!’

Ooh! He was proper furious! Wow, that was easy! I laughed and then turned on him properly, I stood facing him with my arms folded underneath my boobs, (yep they were making a bid for freedom again)

‘I could also call you a giant prick if I want to. You are in my house sir, you don’t get to make the rules. If you haven’t come to find out the salacious details of the two hard spankings I recieved at the hands of the Wilsons, what the fuck are you here for?’ I pinned him with a questioning stare. (I genuinely can’t do that raised eyebrow thing, my eyebrows don’t work independently of each other, I just look surprised when I do it!)

He looked stunned. I honestly expected him to stand up call me some heathen name or something and walk out all offended.

It was my turn to be shocked.

He put his hand inside his jacket pocket and pulled out a table tennis bat and placed it in the centre of the table.

I looked at it, I looked at him, I looked at the bat again. WTF??

‘Is that intended for me and my bottom or you and yours?’ I asked quietly. I don’t even know why I asked if it was for him. It just kind of popped out of my mouth without warning.

Now he did look shocked. He went so red I thought he was going to pop with embarassment!

He couldn’t maintain eye contact then, and I knew… he hadn’t come here to spank me for leading two of his flock astray with wanton spanking sessions! He had come here because he wanted a bloody spanking and from ME no less!

I burst out laughing! I couldn’t help it! I’ll tell you what else I couldn’t do, I couldn’t spank that pious little man if my life depended on it, but my spanking machine could!

I looked at him for a moment and I made a decision. It was time for some fun.

‘Stand up Vicar and remove your jacket and drop your pants and your underpants to your ankles, assume the position over the table and spread your legs slightly. You will not look up, you will not speak until spoken to, is that clear?’

‘Yes Ms Strong, very clear.’ He nodded, his face was puce with embarrassment and humiliation.

While he hurriedly did as he had been instructed, I kicked off my stillettos and ran up the stairs and retrieved the spanking machine.

I walked back into the kitchen to be greeted with a sight that my eyes will never forget and still beg for bleach to wash the image away! Sticking out from the side of my kitchen table was the hairiest most unattractive backside I have ever been unfortunate enough to rest my poor eyes upon, and what else was that I could see? Dangling between his legs? Oh my goodness… he was wearing a chastity cage! Well at least I didn’t have to worry about sticky messes on the kitchen floor! But just in case he decided to leak I popped some kitchen roll on the floor between his legs.

I stood up and picked up the table tennis bat from the table. It was an old fashioned one, the kind that should have had a rubber surface on it, but this one was well used and worn, and the rubber had long since disappeared. It’s surface was polished and shiney. This was gonna sting like fuck when it landed. But just to be sure I put on a pair of rubber gloves (no way were my hands ever touching that hairy butt) and I dribbled some white mineral oil over his cheeks and rubbed it in well. I poured a little onto the bat and then fitted it into the spanking machine. I turned the power up to Max and the timer to five minutes (max) and then without further ado, I switched on the spanking machine and watched it go to work on his bottom.

The first few spanks elicited barely a moan from him, but as the oil began to do its work those spanks started to sting on contact and the oil stuck to the surface of the bat beautifully, it really began to connect sharply with his oiled bottom and a lovely cherry red glow began to appear. By the end of the first minute he was howling and yelping and squealing loudly as spank after spank after spank landed with beautiful precision and a sharp CRACK each time on his bottom and thighs. He was developing twin spots of red as I moved his bottom from side to side by prodding him a little with my cane and telling him to lift his bottom up, move this way, move that, stand on his tiptoes so that the thighs caught a good few whacks of that paddle.

30 minutes he got, 6 lots of 5 minute spankings, with two 5 minute corner times put in for good measure, the silly little vicar with his caged cock and balls and his very red face and bottom had received a rigourous spanking and he was looking very forlorn.

‘What do you say Vicar? Did you get what you came for?’ I prodded his bottom with the tip of a bamboo cane.

He sniffed and coughed and replied ‘Yes miss, I did. Thank you Miss.’

I don’t know why, but his sniffy little reply made me really cross with him. He hadn’t really taken that much pain from the spanking! He needed a sharp little end to his spanking and I had just the thing a thin bamboo garden cane!

What? I wasn’t using my own personal cane on him! EWW!! Yuck! That hairy… nevermind!

‘Come here Vicar, bend over and touch your toes do not move out of position. You will regret it.’ With that I gave him 6 of the best with the thin bamboo cane.

Oh dear how he yelped! I left 6 lovely stripes right across his bottom and thighs! Personally I think all that hair gave him a huge degree of protection and I told him so. In future if he was looking for a spanking from someone, he should shave his hairy butt!

I also made it clear he could NOT come back to me, or I would turn up in his church for the next one bend him over a pew and spank him in front of his congregation! Having no fear of retribution from a god I don’t believe in, I would be quite happy to carry out my threat. I think he believed me. He pulled up his trousers, grabbed his jacket and ran from the house.

He left behind his paddle though. I still have it sitting here, I think I am going to church this sunday to deliver it back to him!

Spanking appears to be a magnet for bringing the most unlikely people to my door, but I’ll tell you, it doesn’t half bring some fun your way when you least expect it!

All images/photos are courtesy of the Internet

So, where was I?

The Discipline Weekend that wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

Oh that’s right, my final thoughts on the subject! ‘Bloody hell! I’ve disappeared down that blasted rabbit hole again! Move over Alice I’m on my way down!’

Stuart, in my opinion had gotten me to his home under false pretences and I was absolutely furious with him. He wanted to talk, not spank, just talk. Maybe he thought he could ‘fix’ me with counselling? I don’t know but this was not what I had agreed to. I was going home.

He even tried dressing up his deceit by saying this was a form of punishment and discipline came in all shapes and sizes! Who the hell cares? I needed a spanking and he wasn’t going to provide one. I had done everything possible to bring about that event, I had broken literally every rule he had laid down and I was glorious in my successful endeavours! Who does he think he is?

He’s an Alpha male with a conscience! Look, I know what he thinks he did was wrong, and in the real, mundane everyday world that I live in, his apology would have been accepted and we would have moved on. But this wasn’t that world, this was my spanking world and he was derailing it! I don’t care if he’s a nice guy!

Yes, I could go back to Graham and gain a spanking without much effort on my part I think, but ultimately, Graham was only going through the motions, he wanted a different end to a spanking, one I couldn’t provide. I was the wrong sex.

So, I’m now in a place that has twisted and turned itself inside out, upside down and is now back to front! I started off spanking myself for lack of a spanker to do it for me, then I got a surprise spanking or two from the Wilsons, (puritans for sure, but always with an eye on the main chance) and then Graham decided he was what I needed! A promised spanking is on the cards but before that can happen Stuart is also thrown into the mix, who also declares after handing out a rigorous OTK spanking that I need taking in hand and he is the man to do it.

Now, call me greedy if you want, but the idea of two alpha males regardless of sexuality or good looks, wanting to spank me makes me a HAPPY WOMAN! I’ve finally realised a dream, I have me a spanker, in fact I have me a back up spanker too. Happy days!

Within 24 hours that has all gone. I am back to me and my spanking machine! To be fair, that was a bonus and at least being just a machine, it can’t mess it up and get sent packing like the human spankers can.

I am feeling a little bereft, I now have very vivid recollections of very real, very hard spankings and canings and I now have to revert back to my original plan. When one is out of the usual options, one must do it for themselves.’

So, a good hard spanking with the machine is now at the top of my ‘to do’ list. I just have to find the right time!

You would think, given my penchant for spanking, that I would be racing towards the machine wouldn’t you. The problem is, I have already used it, maybe my bottom was still too bruised from Graham’s punishment of it to actually feel much more than a sting. But, I was feeling less than excited about it. Nevertheless, I secured my free time, I set the machine up and I assumed the position.

The machine was set on 8 to start off with, no point in going straight in at the top, (10) I wanted to feel it build up.

OW!!!! It built UP! I had used the butter paddle, I need to check my sanity, and my bloody eyesight! I had put the paddle into the machine ridged side facing my bottom.

Jesus that hurt!

Now, the machine works on timings, up until now I had really only done counted spankings, so I had to work out how many spanks would be delivered in a 5 minute sequence. Well that would equate to 177 swats with the butter paddle with … RIDGES! I had been looking for a hard spanking, I certainly got my wish. My bottom was now stinging and more than that, I hadn’t moved around much so the build up of those 177 swats was pretty much in the same two spots. I move from side to side to cover both cheeks but I think I need to learn how to hula hoop to make this do an all over cover!

Anyway, I was now into the swing of the spanking, I could feel all my previous bad mood fading away as the throbbing in my bottom started to take over my conscious thoughts, and I turned the dial to deliver another 5 minutes, but with the machine belt slapper this time. I was gonna learn that hula hoop dance if it killed me!

OW, OW, OW!!! That is the most evil little strap…..I forgot to move, OWOWOWOWOW!!

I was so intent on avoiding the same spot I didn’t hear the front door bell, but much later, about 40 minutes or so, I went downstairs to make a brew, and recover from the machine spanking I had just endured. I noticed a note had been shoved through the letter box and I grabbed it on my way to the kitchen.

I made a coffee, lit a cigarette and then opened the note.

Well what the hell? Now I’ve managed to piss off the local Vicar! Apparently, I have been the subject of a confession of sorts from the Wilson’s to their Vicar! They feel as though they have done something bad and they needed to cleanse their dirty little souls and expose my bottom into the bargain! I wonder if they left out the bit where Mr Wilson took advantage of a situation he only became privy to because he was looking in my bedroom window at my spanked bottom instead of just cleaning my windows! Hypocrites!

The Vicar is requesting a meeting and soon. He will be calling again tomorrow at exactly 7 pm. Would I mind making sure I am available this time, he also pointed out that he had heard my yelps and OW’s earlier while he had been stood at the door. Apparently, he thinks I am without morals! Sod him! Who gives a damn anyway? I’m an unrepentant Atheist! But I would be there at 7 pm tomorrow, there was a tone to that note that had piqued my interest!

to be continued…

All images courtesy of the Internet except the butter paddle with ridges, that’s mine.