So, I've been spanked, hard! I have spanked myself hard, I have spanked others even harder! I'm now heading for a different road, one that still includes all the best bits of me, all the naughty bits, all the hot steamy bits, and plenty of spanking still to be had! But this time I'm creating characters to play out my delightful erotic fantasies, I hope you enjoy the new ride as much as the previous one…
Can you believe that was what he said to me? I mean, I didn’t even know the man and there he was demanding I get on my knees for him! Who the hell did he think he was?
Well, actually, he thought he was a bank robber, black mask, gun, black leather jacket, baggy ass jeans, oh yes he was dressed for the role, he must have felt invincible in that moment when he ordered me, a tiny 38 year old woman to drop to her knees. How powerful was he in that second?
Umm, not. I decided the boy in the mask needed a lesson in instruction giving. He needed to be clearer in my opinion, I mean, it’s one thing to shout ‘on your knees!’ but it’s quite another to have that instruction completely understood without any other thoughts creeping in to muddy the waters.
You see, he smelled very clean. He didn’t smell the way I expected a bank robber to smell, all grimy and sweaty and such. This boy smelled… clean! Lemony fresh, I love a hint of citrus, it has that little after bite that zings your senses when you least expect it. It is such a turn on…. not to mention, I hear those words and all I can think of is I get to suck cock! I confess I’m a cock slut and proud of it.
I took a single step forward and dropped to my knees directly in front of him. Without a seconds thought, I reached for his jeans and gave them a hefty tug, of course, his shorts came down with his jeans! These crass young men that insist on showing their shorts and fasten the waist of their jeans around the hips, well… they can’t really expect anything else can they?
After I tugged I immediately reached for his cock and gave it a little pet, a couple of strokes, a little kiss right on the tip, all the while batting away his hands as he tried and failed to remove me from his growing appendage. Finally in a bid to pull me off him he grabbed a handful of my hair as my mouth sank down the full length of his cock to the base, and that was when I knew he’d forgotten why he was there. His hand came to rest on the back of my head and instead of yanking me off him, he cupped my head and pressed me further down on his lovely hard rod and then I sucked, and he groaned and I had him right where I wanted him. I wrapped my tongue around the length of him, tasting him, sucking his now fully erect and throbbing cock all the way to the back of my throat and I fucked that cock with my mouth. His hand gripped my head tighter, I reached my hand up and removed the gun from the limp fingers of his other hand and tucked it into the back of my jeans waistband and all the while, I continued to worship that long, slim cock, with a huge head… what he lacked in girth on his shaft he made up for with a fat mushroom of a head and I adored the feel of it as it popped every time I slid it in and out of my mouth. Saliva covered every inch of his shaft and I smiled as I noted that saliva sat at the base too. I did so enjoy a good cock worshipping session. The fact that it was in the middle of the bank in the middle of the afternoon of a very busy workday, was to be honest, irrelevant. I figured I was saving lives at this point. I was performing a public service.
I continued to suck deeply and pull on that young man’s rigid manhood as he now grabbed handfuls of my hair with both hands and thrust his hips forcefully against my face and I relished the challenge. I relaxed my throat so he could pump deeper and harder, he drove himself in faster, and I sucked and moaned and wrapped my tongue around that large mushroom head and grazed my teeth gently over its super fine ribbing, precum oozed and I heard someone moan loudly behind me, I wondered whether they were getting it on too, I hoped so, it sure as hell beat getting shot in a bank robbery!
He pumped harder and faster and I knew he was getting ready to unload his cream deep in my mouth and I worked him harder. The police sirens could be heard in the distance and were getting closer, I reached under his balls and ran my finger around his ass hole, he bucked I sucked and sank my finger in just on the rim, and he bucked harder, I sucked harder, his legs trembled his hands tightened their grip and he bucked and fucked my mouth for all he was worth, suddenly he froze as his cum spurted great jets of creamy liquid down my throat and I pulled back and allowed it to drip down my chin as I kept my mouth open and caught his creamy deposit on my tongue. I swallowed and smiled, I leaned down and pulled up his jeans, (all the way up, no half mast baggy ass this time!) I stood up and took off his mask and told him to stand still and not make a sound when the police came through the door.
He looked totally shocked, wiped out, obviously, I’m very good at cock worshipping, but the dazed young man did as he was told and kept completely quiet when the police burst through the door.
They stopped short as they scanned the big room for signs of an armed robbery, but of course, there wasn’t one. Just a handful of people going about their business looking slightly flustered and dishevelled in their dress, but other than that nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
The lead policeman wobbled over to the bank teller’s desk and his counterparts followed. As they approached the teller I took my opportunity to guide the would be robber out of the bank slightly ahead of me, but I made sure to hold onto his arm as we walked at a leisurely pace out of the door and down the road.
At the end of the street I tugged him around the corner and into an alleyway. ‘Now then young man, you have a rather gorgeous cock and I would like some more of it please, but this time, we shall perhaps do it without the audience! Come on, I only live down the block, and I have a king sized bed that needs christening. I haven’t had a good fuck in months!’
With that, I dragged my would be bank robber along the road until we came to my apartment building. Ten minutes later I had dispensed with our clothing and he was willingly allowing me to handcuff him. Obviously he thought he was in for a kinky sex session, but I don’t think he expected it to start with a sound over the knee spanking!
I was still quite cross with him for messing up my day, I had intended on withdrawing a large amount of money from my account today and he had messed up all of my plans. That alone was worthy of a spanking! Not to mention, he had waved a gun in my face! On closer inspection of said gun, it turned out to be a replica, completely harmless but looked the part. He wasn’t even a proper armed robber. Seriously, he was coming across as quite pathetic now, and my dander was definitely up. I grabbed the cuffs around his wrists and pulled him unceremoniously down across my lap. His cute little ass, all creamy and smooth was positioned perfectly in the centre of my lap and I rained down a good dozen very hard hand spanks across both of those pretty cream cheeks. It wasn’t long before he was wriggling and complaining about the heat in his bottom, so I delivered a good dozen more! My hand started to ache and burn and I leaned across to the bedside table and picked up my lovely hard backed wooden hairbrush, about the size of a small paddle it was perfect for the job at hand. I wanted to hear him howl!
Oh how he did howl, he squirmed on my lap as those spanks came down across both cheeks and turned his creamy thighs cherry red to match his lovely glowing bottom. Eventually I heard his wail as he began to sob and squeal and all he kept saying was ‘please missus, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m SORRYYYYY!!!’ Oh dear, was that a genuine apology and real remorse I could hear? Who knows? He was crying so hard it was difficult to tell! Regardless, I continued spanking first one cheek then the other, then his thighs until I felt his rigid cock soaking my thighs with his precum. My goodness me, what a big boy he was! I confess, around this time I became distracted by his cock and decided his spanking had gone on long enough, I had many plans for this young man this afternoon and this evening too. I might let him go tomorrow when I return to the bank for my funds… It depends how much fun I’m having. I tapped the sobbing young man on his shoulder, ‘get up and lie on your back on the bed.’ I ordered him. He quickly scrambled to his feet and looked like he was ready to bolt, so I pushed him over and down he went, legs spread eagled on the bed and I quickly made sure he was securely bound. After all, he could be dangerous…
So, there he lay, bound up and spreadeagled on my king sized bed. It was time for some fun so I blindfold and gagged him too. Well, I figured he was into role play, given his penchant for dressing up like a bank robber. He did look quite funny all red eyed and runny nosed, (I took a tissue and wiped his nose for him, it wasn’t pleasant for me to look at) with his cock standing fully to attention like a good little soldier. Well, it was too much of an invitation for me to refuse and I quickly straddled his thighs, the fat tip of his mushroom head rubbing against my now very wet pussy. I teased him a little, lowering myself onto the tip, just allowing it to sit inside the edges of my pussy, never lowering just popping in and out, in and out until he began bucking up and thrusting his hips trying to shove his cock inside my moist warm pussy. Well, it wasn’t like I wasn’t up for it was it? I lowered myself down onto his shaft and leaned forward to tweak his erect little nipples hard, he squealed, I squeezed my pussy walls around his cock and he groaned loudly and began to thrust and pump up into my delightfully hot and wet snatch until I was riding that cock like my life depended on it. There is something to be said for a fat cock head, you can feel it all the way up inside you as it fills you. Oh my, my first orgasm was rushing to meet that mushroom head, I rode harder and faster, tweaked his nipple with one hand, then leaned behind me and cupped his very large heavy balls with the other. He bucked harder, groaning around the ball gag, panting for breath, moaning deeply, and I ground down on his rock hard cock and squeezed those walls tightly as I pulled back up. My god this was the ride of my life and I was loving every minute of it.
I climbed off him quickly and turned around, remounting his cock but now I could play easily with his balls. Jesus they were big… and heavy too. I wet my index finger and allowed it to probe his ass hole just a little, he whimpered and began bucking like a horse, oh yes, this was definitely the way to go with the bank robber wannabee. He liked having his hole played with, so I played a little more, and then as is the way of these things, I decided I like to have my ass filled and played with too! I slid him out of my pussy and positioned him at the edge of my tight little rosebud hole. That mushroom felt amazing as it stretched me wide and then tunneled deeply inside my ass, I came… so damned hard I screamed and I rode him like a bucking bronco, until I felt the telltale tremble in his legs, as he strained and shot his creamy load deep inside my ass, pumping spurt after spurt of hot cum so deep I felt it warm my insides! Oh my goodness, 20 something wannabee bank robbers are definitely the way to go for multiple orgasms! I think I may keep him here a few days more yet….
As the saying goes, all good things must come to an end and I did eventually let him leave. All I had to do in the end was release him and give him his clothing back. I had hidden it so he wouldn’t be inclined to just run off as soon as he was released to go to the bathroom. To be fair, he couldn’t have gone far, he was fastened on a long leash to the gorgeous black leather collar I had locked around his neck. His chain was just long enough to allow him to go pee and wash up. I even provided him with some lemon scented soap, just so I could keep inhaling that lovely clean smell.
In the end I let him go, his constant whining every time I spanked him was getting on my nerves. They just don’t make bank robbers like they used to… but what a cock…. oh and an ass just made for spanking … yum. I really did have the most fabulous time… I don’t think he will be robbing anyone any time soon though, I think he may have learned his lesson.
I guess the moral of this story is, if you’re planning on robbing a bank at gunpoint, be careful who you say ‘On your Knees’ to. It might be me who turns around…
The buzzer sounded again, ‘Voyeurs 4, 5, 6 here, you are in a world of trouble girl. We are going to fuck you so hard you will lose your mind not just the game. Stand in the centre of the room and put on your blindfold.’ …
Elle looked panic stricken as she did as she was instructed and pulled on her blindfold. She heard the door open and footsteps approach her slowly, her heart pounded in her chest and she began to tremble as she waited, and waited for the first touch.
She was so far away from an orgasm now that the thought was the last thing on her mind. That bastard voyeur had succeeded in climbing inside her head. There was no way she was going to allow anyone to fuck her, she would take the machine all day long, but she could not tolerate the idea of a man other than Thorn laying their hands on her. No way was she giving her body to a stranger for the sake of a game. Her safe word was on the tip of her tongue. Her panic was real as she heard the door open again and more footsteps, lighter and quicker than the last set. She heard things being moved around, she felt her chain being tugged slowly and then she heard a machine whirring in the background and felt herself being pulled across the room slowly.
She was being dragged into the cage! If she got stuck in there with whoever was in the room with her, there was no way out! Her breathing became laboured and sweat popped and beaded on her forehead. Her hands felt clammy and moist, and then she felt a finger tap her twice on her cheek, her breathing was coming short and fast and her heart was doing double time but when the tap came twice on her other cheek it sank in who was in the room with her. Thorn.
She began to relax slowly, until just her trembling remained. She felt strong hands on her arms as she was led into the cage and pushed down to her knees. Her hands were pulled behind her and held there, her chain attached to her collar had very little slack left in it, and she felt the panic well up in her again at her predicament. She knew if she spoke no one would answer and it could bring about a series of reactions from the voyeurs that she really didn’t need, so wisely, she kept silent.
She heard a piece of furniture being dragged across the floor and as the noise stopped she was pushed forward until her neck rested on a block.
Oh fuck! The stocks! She had seen them earlier but had paid them little mind at all as everyone else appeared to have either forgotten them or was wilfully ignoring them. She felt a smaller pair of hands tap her legs and spread them wider, then the cuffs went on her ankles and she was truly trapped. The smaller hands released her wrists only long enough to place her hands in the wells for the stocks and then the bar came down and she was locked in tight. Her only solace at this point was that she knew Thorn was in there with her and he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her.
She was sure it was Thorn, even though he hadn’t touched her since the taps to her cheek, there was a calmness in the room that she had connected to, it could only be Thorn. It had to be…
A niggling doubt ate at the back of her mind, what if that signal he used was one they all used when they had played enough and it was time to make their prey submit? What if it was someone else that only worked this room? What if it was a voyeur?
No. It couldn’t be, they look, they don’t touch! They’re watchers not doers. That is their thing. She began to breathe easier again as she reasoned out why it could only be Thorn. Until she felt a mouth attach itself to her pussy!
Her whole body jumped at the contact, and a long low moan escaped her as the tongue went to work on her over sensitised clit. Her clamp was swiftly removed and the exquisite pain was almost her undoing, coupled with that tongue dancing along her labia and sucking at her clit hard then soft, then flicking, then fingers joined in, small female fingers, she was sure, slid inside her pussy and pulled the ben wa balls out of her one at a time, making sure they chimed heavily on their exit. The vibrations rang all the way through her body and she cried out in dismay as she felt her mind losing control over her orgasm that was now rushing back up to the surface with a vengeance. My god she was a fucking slut! Her humiliation at her own behaviour devoured her mind and filled her with shame at her blatant wantonness. every part of her skin prickled with the shame.
Elle felt her focus drifting, despite her humiliation and shame, her concentration on not coming was being sorely tested as she became lost in the amazing feelings coursing through her pussy and clit courtesy of the attention it was receiving, it wasn’t rough or heavy, just a light touch, fingers sinking into her very wet pussy and bending up and stroking her g-spot languidly, lazy circles from tiny fingers, fingers that Elle was entranced with and knew very well. It was Annalise, Thorn’s club sub, tiny little Annalise who was exquisite to look at in every way. Annalise, who Thorn had instructed to play with Elle whenever he was working. Her own personal little blonde doll. She had been a constant in the Toy Room from day one and the two women had become very close. Thorn had maximised on that closeness and introduced her into their lives on a once a week basis. He fed all aspects of Elle’s needs and she revelled in it.
Her thoughts scattered and there was no more time to think or reflect as she felt the tip of his cock press against her mouth. Regardless of her predicament and her absolute sureness it was Thorn, she resisted. She really didn’t trust her own instincts right now. What if it wasn’t Annalise? If it wasn’t her, then this might not be Thorn. How could she open her mouth without thought for the consequences if it wasn’t him? She twisted her head away from the probing cock and he stilled her with a tight hold of a handful of her hair, pulling her head up and applying pressure to her jaw making her mouth open wide for him.
Sobbing she accepted the thrust of his large cock deep into her mouth and closed her lips around his throbbing shaft. Then she knew without doubt, this was Thorn. She wrapped her tongue around his thickness and traced the raised veins and ridges that were indelibly imprinted in her mind. She sucked him in and worshipped his cock expertly. Behind her, little fingers began to pinch and nip at her clit, as a tongue thrust deeply inside her pussy, as lips closed around her and sucked her labia making a popping sound as they disconnected only to come back and do it all again.
Elle groaned heavily, she was going to be stuck in this damned room forever, she had never had both of them at the same time before and it was blowing her mind. Her orgasm was rampaging through her and she knew it would erupt from her the instant he came in her mouth. If she tasted his cum she was done for.
He gripped her head tightly and fucked her mouth forcefully, accompanied by screams and jeers from the voyeurs, grunts and groans filled the room as they wanked themselves into a frenzy of orgasms. It sounded like an orgy had erupted into the room. They had left the microphone switched on and she could hear their heavy breathing and moans and groans like they were stood next to her.
She began to wonder if they had come into the room and were stood around her. Her mind spiralled at the thought as it tripped into a different realm. What if they covered her with their cum? She recoiled from the idea. He fucked her harder, she sucked her more deeply, Elle’s orgasm rolled through her right to the very edge of her sanity.
Suddenly they both stopped in unison and she was left bereft, hanging there in the stocks, exposed to everyone who wanted to look, her juices mingled with the saliva of her little doll, her mouth hanging open, drool dripping from the abuse of his cock, her orgasm frozen in time.
She had to get out of here, she didn’t care that there were only two trunks left to open, she didn’t care that she would fail to escape the room, she was desperate to avoid one of them touching her, or worse spewing their load onto her skin.
Their heavy breathing filled her ears, filled her mind, made her heart pound in fear for the potential danger she imagined she could be in. Her doubts raged as she cried out to be set free from the stocks, ‘Stay the fuck away from me you nasty fuckers, let me out of here! I’m done! I want out!’ She screamed. The panic in her voice must have reached him because instantly he was there by her head, whispering to her. ‘They aren’t in here baby, just keep your cool, won’t be much longer. You’re safe baby.’
‘YOU ARE NOT PERMITTED TO SPEAK TO HER! JUST FUCK HER STUPID!’ A voyeur screamed over the speaker. ‘USE EVERYTHING YOU HAVE THERE! PUT THE MACHINE ON HER, SPANK HER! FLOG HER! WHIP HER!’ another voyeur shouted. More of them began to join in with the cat calling and vengeful orders. She must have really pissed them off royally. They sounded like a lynching mob!
He stood up and walked behind her, flogging her skin, first softly, then more firmly. He circled her flicking those long lengths of leather catching the tips against her, making her jump and hiss at the stinging contact, he flicked harder and faster and a scream escaped her. The flogging stopped as quickly as it had started and she sagged in the stocks. Suddenly she was screaming for a whole new reason as the butt plug was removed and immediately replaced with his long hard cock. Her mouth was filled with a different cock, a synthetic one, the fucking machine was taking her mouth and filling it slowly, she tasted the lube and it caused her to wretch, but she took it. She could take anything now she knew he was definitely with her and they were still corralled upstairs. Before she could think anything else, he introduced a large dildo into her pussy as he rocked deeper and harder into her ass, she took all of him and squealed around the dildo pumping into her mouth.
Little hands wrought their own torment as they tweaked and pulled at her clamped nipples, as they reached down to her clit and rubbed furiously as he pounded both holes and her mouth was pounded. Her mind shut down, she drifted and descended to a place he had talked about but she had never been able to reach before. Subspace. She no longer felt connected to anything other than the amazing sensations rocking her body. She had no idea how long any of this went on for, she no longer cared about the room, the voyeurs, her defilement by them, she just was.
Finally, he came, in deep thrusting spurts, deep inside her ass, and she moaned as his heat spread through her. His heavy growl filled her ears and she spiralled. She had pleasured him beyond anything they had ever done and her heart swelled as her mind drifted.
A buzzer sounded and the machine was switched off, the dildo was removed from her mouth, little fingers cleaned her pussy and ass of his cream and she was released from the stocks without warning.
She stayed curled on the floor in the cage, all she wanted to do was sleep. She felt his big hands unfasten the ankle cuffs and then her chain was released from her collar. Suddenly she was free. Her blindfold was removed, and she looked at him. If she was hallucinating then this was the best hallucination she had ever had. Tears fell from her eyes as he wiped her face with a cold cloth, gave her a bottle of water to wash her mouth out, and then he tapped her cheek twice with his finger and said, ‘your final two codes are written on the back of the trunks, go get your prize baby, they couldn’t break you.’
The voyeurs were ranting and raving in the viewing boxes. Some were screaming fix, others were screaming abuse at her, calling her all the fucking whores in the universe, and others were cheering her on. Elle didn’t give a damn. She staggered over to the last two trunks and input the codes. In the final trunk was the dress she had been wearing when she had stepped into the room. She lifted it out and put it on. Only then did she realise she still had her clamps on and she removed them swiftly throwing them across the room. Her nipples sprang to life and stopped her dead in her tracks for a moment until she adjusted to the painful pleasure that coursed through her.
She walked to the door, and input her codes in order. The key dropped and she caught it. With trembling fingers she placed the key in the lock and turned it. The door sprang open and she stepped out of the room straight into his arms.
‘You owe me a weeks worth of orgasms…’ she muttered as he lifted her up and carried her to the lift that would take them up to their apartment. By the time he opened the front door, she was curled up fast asleep against his chest.
Damn she was a force to be reckoned with… He smiled as he lay down on the bed and held her while she slept.
I’ve seen a few of these dotted around on WP this week so I thought, well why not?! So, here goes…
Top 3 Most Read Posts of 2021
Random Punishment Selector Spanking Seriously, I have no idea why, but this is my most read post ever and continues to be! So, thank you all those people who keep on coming back to read this post.
Punishment Certificate This certificate dictates that Gemma, for the reason of being a very bad girl will receive the following punishment. Four sets of spankings. Set One: 320 swats with a butter paddle and Gemma bent over Set Two: 390 swats with a Jokari paddle and Gemma laying on the bed Set Three: 430 swats with a belt slapper and Gemma laying on the bed Set Four: 1500 swats with a wooden hairbrush and Gemma bent over. These spankings will be carried out with Gemma’s bottom bare.
Obviously me spanking and punishing myself is a popular read for a lot of people. Seems they want to read about it frequently!
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In all of Dimash’s performances there is a certain indefinable quality, an excellence of sound, tone and vocalisation that you would be hard put to find anywhere else. So, in fairness, the last place you would genuinely expect to hear Dimash singing is in a Rap fusion. But that is where we find him delivering a surprising rawness, passion and enormous commitment to this song. Earth Song by Michael Jackson is revisited by Dimash and Victor Ma, (Ma Bojun) an upcoming Chinese Rap artist and on paper this collaboration should not work. In reality it blew my mind! This little hidden Gem has only recently come to light but was recorded live on another Chinese competition (Not the I am Singer show as far as I can tell) back in 2017. I have no idea why it’s just resurfaced but I am very happy it has!
The second song I’m featuring here is Dimash singing ‘The Crown’. The beautiful melancholic tone to this song gives me goosebumps every time I listen to it. I first saw him sing this in a 2018 video, my preference is for this more mature performance, performed at the Annual Global Chinese Music Charts Ceremony on 25th December 2021. Both his stage presence and vocal maturity are much richer in this version.
There isn’t much more to say, both these songs are stand alone excellence in my opinion and manage to showcase Dimash’s talent in very different ways. His grasp of the chinese language in ‘The Crown’ is much more fluent and natural sounding than in previous versions. I take my hat off to him, to sing in a foreign language when you are less than fluent in that language is a hugely difficult task, but of course he pulls it off with style as usual.
Oh man that tone. There is literally no one else like him, his talent is unparalleled. I hope you enjoy these two little Gems as much as I did!
“Will you tell her?” Sasha nudged Erica and nodded at Mandy.
“Not a chance in hell I’m telling her.” Erica huffed. “She wouldn’t believe me anyway!”
“Well she isn’t going to believe me, she doesn’t even like me!” Sasha countered.
“She just takes a while to get used to new people that’s all Sash,” Erica defended Mandy, “anyway, if I tell her, she will have a monumental shit fit on my head and I can’t deal with that right now!” Erica was adamant.
“Fine!” Sasha rounded on her, “I’ll tell her, but don’t ever ask me to do anything for you!” She groused and stomped over to Mandy.
Mandy was literally hanging off Eddie making cow eyes at him and laughing at everything he said as he leaned nonchalantly against the bar. Sasha approached them and watched him undress her with his eyes. She shivered, no mistake he was a fine piece of ass, but he was a complete slime ball and he was going to pay for cheating on her new friend.
“Mandy? You got a minute sweetheart?” Sasha asked her, smiling coldly at Eddie.
“Sure, what is it?” Mandy asked disinterestedly, still wrapped around Eddie’s magnificently sculpted body.
“Umm, privately please?” Sasha caught Mandy’s eye with her own and nodded to the far corner of the room where Erica was sat watching them.
She sighed heavily but peeled herself off Eddie’s frame. “Be back in a minute sweetheart,” she murmured against his lips. He smiled and made a deliberate show of ownership by catching her chin with his thumb and forefinger and pulling her back to him for a full kiss.
“Take your time babe, I’ll be waiting.” He said as he released her. He cast a scorching look at Sasha who was watching the interaction closely with a mix of jealousy and wanting clearly etched on her face. He smiled knowingly at her behind Mandy’s back, his eyes laughing at her, he knew she wanted him.
“So what do you need to talk to me about that is so secret Eddie can’t be part of the conversation?” Mandy drew Sasha’s attention back to her as they walked over to Erica’s table.
Sasha’s mouth went dry at the prospect of telling her what was going on, but she was committed now, she had no choice and no back up plan to suddenly switch to something less explosive.
“I don’t know how to tell you this so I’m just gonna say it, Eddie’s cheating on you.” She blurted out and then waited for Mandy’s reaction. It didn’t take long.
“What?” She stopped dead in her tracks as she stared at Sasha. A moment was all it took for the shock to be replaced by outrage as denial kicked in. “That’s a terrible thing to say! How could you? He wouldn’t cheat on me!” Her face had gone pale and she looked like she might burst into tears at any second and suddenly Sasha felt awful.
“I saw him with another woman at Catz club last night. She was draped all over him for most of the night. I’m really sorry, I just thought you should know. I’m so sorry…” Sasha mumbled.
Mandy stared at her, anger etched into her face, “What did she look like?” she demanded.
“Why does that matter?” Sasha asked surprised by the question.
“Because it could have been a family member or an old school friend or something, and not what you think! Eddie knows lots of people!” Mandy shouted, she was grasping at straws and she was going to grip them all until the last one broke.
“Blond, huge tits, tiny waist, so slim you have to hate her, long legs, tanned and buff. What else do you need to know? What colour lipstick she was wearing? For fucksake Mand, I wouldn’t stand here and tell you he was cheating if I thought there might be another explanation! By the way she had her tongue thrust down his throat, and he had his hand up her skirt! If she’s a relative then just EWWW it is so wrong on every level I can’t even begin….” Sasha drove her point home coldly.
“STOP IT! I get the picture, no need to ram the details down my throat!” Mandy shouted.
Sasha was frazzled, “You bloody asked for them!” She snarled back and turning on her heel she stalked off to the ladies room to compose herself. Shit that was so bad, she felt like such a bitch but it had to be done.
A moment later Erica ran into the ladies room, “Sash, you gotta come see this, Mandy just went fucking postal on Eddie. She kneed him in the bollocks and he’s wailing like a baby on the floor. She’s dumped his pint on him too!”
Sasha ran from the ladies room just in time to see Mandy storm from the pub and Eddie struggle to his feet with the help of two of his mates. He saw Sasha and snarled at her, pointing a finger at her, “You’ll pay for this you fucking bitch! You should have left it alone!”
Sasha flipped him the bird and calmly walked out of the pub after Mandy, with Erica running behind her trying to catch up.
“Oh my god Sash, you better stay well out of his way he’s fuming!” Erica chattered as she ran to catch up with Sasha’s long legged stride. Sasha stayed silent, the thunderous roar of adrenalin running through her head was too loud for her to hear what Erica was whittering on about and she tuned her out.
Sasha sped up to catch up to Mandy. Erica wailed for her to slow down, teetering on her impossibly high heels she finally gave up and stopped to take them off. Suddenly she was at Sasha’s side and passing her, “Thanks for nothing, you know I can’t walk fast in these!” She waved her shoes at her, Sasha shrugged and continued her speed walk. Erica caught up to Mandy first as she ran the last of the distance in bare feet.
“Mandy, wait up!” She panted, as she drew closer to her and the other woman slowed down enough for Erica to draw level with her.
Mandy was sobbing, tears mixed with mascara ran down her face creating an ugly clownish look, and Erica pulled her in for a giant hug. “Oh Mand, I’m so sorry, I told Sash she should leave it alone but she was insistent that you should know.”
Mandy let out a fresh stream of tears on a loud wail, “She should have just kept her big mouth shut for once!”
Wisely Erica remained silent. Mandy was on a roll now. “That bitch just broke my heart and robbed me of Eddie, the only man I ever loved and I will never forgive her! I bet she did it on purpose! I’ve seen the way she looks at him, panting after him like a bitch on heat!” Mandy ranted, extremely unfairly and so loudly that it would have been impossible for Sasha to have not heard every single word.
Sasha lifted her head and stood stock still in the centre of the pavement. Really? This was her fault? Well for fucksake, that’s what you get for trying to save someone the pain of having their man cheat on them!
Sasha squared her shoulders and stormed up to Mandy and Erica and waded straight in. “Y’know, there is only so much shit I am prepared to take over your boyfriend all but fucking some other woman right before my eyes. You can think what you like, but don’t even consider speaking to me again I am done with the pair of you.”
She spun around and stormed off to the taxi rank, climbing into the back of the first cab in the row.
“Catz club please.” She said to the driver and then sat back fuming at the injustice of it all. The driver kept glancing in his rear view mirror at her as he drove. “You okay?” he asked politely.
Yeah she mumbled and then the tears began to fall, silently rolling down her cheeks. “Wanna talk about it love? It might help!” He said kindly.
She nodded and began talking, more to herself than to him. “It just isn’t fair, Eddie hit on me two weeks ago and I would have done just about anything to get naked with him but my stupid sense of loyalty to my so called friend stopped me from just taking what he was offering! Now I wish I had just gone ahead and fucked him stupid! I couldn’t have come out of this situation any worse than I have already!”
The driver nodded and grunted periodically as she poured out the whole sorry saga to him. He pulled up just short of the club and slid into a parking space on the car park. He turned the engine off and turned in his seat to talk to her.
“Listen, for what it’s worth, you did the right thing, at least you have a clear conscience, and it sounds like this Eddie bloke is a complete tool anyway. Men like him never treat women right. They always think they are entitled to do what they want and will be forgiven for it.”
“Yeah well, that’s because he will, be forgiven, I mean. She will take him back you know, she says he’s the love of her life, god help her. I just don’t get how all this is my fault! I was looking out for her!” Sasha wailed full of self pity and righteous indignation.
She took a breath and looked at her captive audience. He was quite nice looking, not in the Eddie way, rockstar good looks with a killer body, but just kind of nice and easy on the eyes. “Do you have a girlfriend?” She asked out of the blue. More curious as to how he would treat them than for any other reason.
“Ha, my job doesn’t really allow for girlfriends. They get all bent out of shape at all the different perfumes I go home smelling of and I get accused of all kinds, so I don’t really bother with relationships these days.” He grinned at her in a what the hell kind of way that made her grin back and just like that she felt better, not to mention the curl of attraction unfurling in her tummy at his grin.
“I suppose you’re waiting for me to pay you so you can get on to your next fair.” She muttered a little flustered by her reaction to him. God she really needed to get laid! She lowered her eyes and fished around in her purse for his money. “How much do I owe you?” She asked as she pulled some notes out of her wallet.
“Um, that’s the thing,” he grinned sheepishly at her, “I’m not actually a taxi, I had to pull over to take a phone call when you got into the back of my car. You were in such a state I didn’t want to make you feel worse by pointing out the mistake.”
Sasha’s head snapped up, “You’re not a taxi? Oh my god! How stupid can I be? Oh my god… I’m so sorry… I just thought… ” the realisation of what she had done was rushing over her and her embarrassment kicked in on full power! She risked a peek at his face to see if he really meant it and wasn’t just trying to wind her up. She looked on the dash for the meter, there wasn’t one.
“I’m so sorry! I just thought…” She muttered again.
“I know you did,” he said smiling. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I want to ask you something though, you said you would have done just about anything to get naked with Eddie, is that right?”
Sasha coloured up immediately and nodded, “Yes, but I promise you I didn’t do it. I admit I fancied him rotten, but he was with Mandy and whether she likes me or not I wouldn’t have cheated with her boyfriend! Why are you asking me that?”
He thought about what she had said for a moment, Sasha waited wondering where he was going with this.
He shrugged, “It just makes me wonder, is that why you told Mandy about the woman at the club?” He was frowning slightly as he spoke.
Sasha’s eyes widened as she thought about what Mandy had said a few minutes ago, almost the exact same thing. Had she done this because she fancied Eddie? No damn it! No she hadn’t.
“That’s not fair,” she defended herself heatedly, “I did what I thought was right, my conscience is clear. I may have fantasized a little… well okay, a lot… about getting it on with him, he is gorgeous after all, but I honestly would never have done that to her. Besides, it’s a mute point, she kneed him in his bollocks and I’m pretty sure he blames me for it. Chances of me ever getting laid in this town again are hitting a big fat zero as we speak. Everyone knows everyone round here, and if you piss of one of them you piss off all of them. I am officially this month’s pariah until someone does something much worse and the heat is off.”
Sasha slumped back in her seat and crossed her arms over her chest and hugged herself.
Her non taxi driver sat watching her for a moment, “Do you feel bad for the way things played out tonight?”
She nodded mutely, she did, she felt awful.
“Why do you feel bad?” He asked.
“Just… because I didn’t really have to say anything at all, Eddie would probably have been caught out by someone else and all of this could have been avoided if I had kept quiet. I wouldn’t be sat in the back of your car pouring my sorry life out to you, I would be sat in the club having a drink and a dance and looking for someone to take home for some fun later. Instead here we are!”
“So this is about you and your missed opportunities. Not about Mandy and her broken heart.” He stated baldly.
She shook her head, “You’re trying to make me sound bad, I am not a bad person. Mandy was always going to have a broken heart, Eddie was and is cheating on her. She was going to find out eventually, better she hear it from a friend!”
“I’m not trying to make you sound like anything… what’s your name anyway?” he smiled.
“Sasha” she mumbled.
“Nice name.” He said, “Mine is Liam. As I was saying, I’m not trying to make you sound like anything, you’re doing that all by yourself. All I’ve heard you say so far is how badly done to you feel and what your losses in this situation are. I admit, you did try to do the right thing, but it seems to me your reasons for doing it are shady at best. You seem to be obsessed with getting laid and have contemplated to the point of fantasized about fucking your girlfriend’s boyfriend, and failing that, picking up a random bloke and taking him home! You need some discipline in your life. You need to realise that there are always consequences for not paying attention to details and not thinking things through properly. Honestly, if you were a friend of mine I would be hauling you over my knee for a damn good spanking right now.”
Sasha’s head shot up and her eyes went wide with shock, “did you just say you would spank me?” she squeaked!
Liam nodded and sat quietly waiting.
“How dare you say I need discipline. I am perfectly capable of paying attention to the details and seeing things through properly! I am very disciplined!” She spat out.
“Is that right?” His eyebrow shot up in a questioning look. “So then, explain to me again, how it is you are sat in the back of a locked car with a perfect stranger who is not and never has been a taxi driver nor is his car a cab?”
Sasha stared at him suddenly mute.
A moment passed before she stammered out, “I… well… I was in a mess, I mistakenly thought you were the front of the cab queue … but you never said you weren’t a taxi and you were parked…”
He shook his head. “No, I wasn’t, I was parked in front of two empty parked cars in the public parking, the taxi rank was three cars back.”
Sasha had the good grace to look suitably embarrassed at her flaky behaviour. “Well okay then, I suppose I didn’t pay enough attention to which car I was getting in to, in my defence I was upset and I just wanted to get away from those two bitches!”
“Bitches they may be, but by your own admission you behaved rather bitchily when you described the woman to Mandy, and now selfishly wish you hadn’t said anything because of how it turned out for you. Can you see why I think you are undisciplined and deserve a spanking?” Liam pushed his point home.
Sasha’s face was a study in embarrassment and humiliation. Liam was right, she had behaved like an utter bitch to Mandy and all because she was jealous of her having Eddie. She raised sorry eyes to Liam, “Oh god, I know you’re right, I do deserve a spanking, but it doesn’t matter anyway because I don’t have anyone who cares enough to take me in hand like that.” she admitted in a quiet voice.
Liam nodded and smiled at her. “Well you do now Sasha, and this is what we are going to do about it. I am going to drive you home and on the way we are going to discuss your wayward behaviour and what I feel would be a fitting punishment for it. As long as you are in full agreement with everything I have said, when we arrive at your home we will get straight on with the business of spanking you. Be prepared for me to spank you until I know you are truly remorseful young lady, and I won’t stop a moment before I know that to be the case. Do you agree?” Liam’s voice was full of authority and Sasha found herself responding to it on a subconscious level. She had always wanted to know what it felt like to be cared about enough that someone would take the time to discipline her, it looked like she was about to find out.
She raised her eyes to his and said, “Yes I agree.”
15 minutes and many, many admissions of misdeeds later, they arrived at Sasha’s house. For the first time she began to feel nervous butterflies in her stomach, she was suddenly very unsure about going through with this and was about to back out when Liam took the initiative and gently assisted her in to the house.
He had read the situation perfectly, “I promise you Sasha, nothing other than what you have agreed to will happen here tonight. You are in control of this situation. You have photographed my drivers license and my ID card for work and you have my address and phone number too. We have discussed your safe word and if you use it I will honour it. Now, are you ready to take your punishment like a good girl?” He asked quietly as he closed the front door behind them and stepped directly into her lounge.
Sasha was trembling from head to foot but something deep inside her pushed her to go for it. Yes he was a stranger, but he had been very open and forthcoming with his information, besides he hadn’t been looking to pick her up, she had climbed into his bloody car. He hadn’t dragged her into it! She had dragged men home with her for rampant sex with less knowledge of who they were than what she knew about Liam now.
Deep down she knew she wanted this, she would never be brave enough to ask for it from anyone else and Liam was offering it to her right here right now. It was probably the most reckless thing she had ever done. Finally she looked him squarely in the eyes, chin lifted bravely, “I need this discipline Liam, I know I do. I’m ready.”
Liam smiled at her, taking his time, he removed his overcoat and top jacket and placed them over the back of the arm chair, Sasha couldn’t help but notice the muscles ripple beneath his plain white shirt, my god! she thought, he is ripped! Her pussy reacted immediately to his maleness and she squirmed a little as she felt her juices soak her panties. Oh boy! He was sure to notice how wet they were… would he spank her for being turned on by his discipline too? She hoped so…
“Remove your coat Sasha and then I want you to come over here and position yourself over my knee.” Liam instructed her as he sat in the centre of the sofa and waited.
Sasha did as she was told, removing her overcoat and placing it next to his on the armchair she turned and walked over to him. With some trepidation she lowered herself down across his knees. Her fingertips touched the floor as she reached out to balance herself. Her toes were pointed and barely skimmed the top of the carpet beneath them. Her tight miniskirt was stretched to its limit with her in this position, her breasts were trying to escape the confines of her balcony bra and blouse, and quite suddenly she felt utterly humiliated and exposed in a way she had never experienced before.
Liam rested his hand on her bottom as he spoke to her. “I will begin over your clothing just to warm your bottom up. This set of spanks is for upsetting Mandy unnecessarily this evening,” He began spanking, slow steady spanks on alternate cheeks, heavy enough that she could feel them through her clothing, but not enough that they had much impact on her, she began to relax into it and was beginning to enjoy the sensations he was creating. She wriggled a little and mewled as her pussy began to wake up, my goodness this was turning her on so much!
Liam noticed immediately and smiling to himself he allowed her a moment longer to enjoy this short pause before the real spanking began. He continued over her skirt for a few more minutes remonstrating with her in his deep modulated tone, Sasha squirmed as his words seeped into her brain and scorched her conscience. She had been horrid this evening, there was no two ways about it. She wriggled and tried to shift her position as her bottom began to feel slightly uncomfortable at the heat building up. Liam tapped her once on the shoulder and said, “stand up and pull your skirt up above your hips then assume the position again.”
Sasha did as she was told and slid her tight skirt up above her hips feeling utterly exposed to his gaze her face as pink with humiliation as her bottom was with spanking, she positioned herself once again over his knee.
Her boyfriend panties did nothing to hide her bottom or protect her rosy cheeks and Liam took a moment to admire the pretty pink glow settling in on those gorgeous globes of creamy skin.
She has a bottom made for spanking, he thought as he took a moment to stroke and cup those lovely rounded globes in his big hands. It had been such a long time since he’d had the opportunity to give a woman a sound spanking. His previous girlfriend had not been interested in this kind of discipline at all and had screamed the house down when he had tried to give her a playful spanking. It wasn’t long afterwards that they had split, and it had been a while since he had bothered trying to find anyone else.
Sasha was a gift he was not about to squander. He took his time, spanking each cheek a little harder as he began his remonstrations about her behaviour, getting into his car, assuming he was a taxi driver, as he spoke his spanks became firmer and she began to cry out as they landed much more sharply now, creating ripple waves where his hand connected with her bottom, accompanied by her yelps and squeals, he felt himself harden in excitement at her glorious reaction to his discipline. My god this woman was made for him. He took a moment to peel her panties down over her bottom and she squealed in protest and made to grab for them. He spanked her bottom hard twice and she gave up the fight before it had begun. “No Sasha,” he said, “I told you this was going to be a bare bottom spanking and that is exactly what I intend to give you. If you try that again I will spank your thighs as well as your bottom. Believe me young lady that will hurt more than you can imagine.”
Sasha sobbed and dropped her head. He was going to know how turned on she was now, there was no way to hide it. He could see everything clearly. Her humiliation was complete. What on earth would he think of her now? It suddenly struck her that she cared very much what he might think and for the first time she felt real remorse for the way she had behaved this evening and with him too.
As he spanked harder and faster she began to cry, honest tears of regret and remorse, mixed with pain as each spank bloomed heavily under her skin and her bottom stung sharply with each smack.
“OWWWWW! OUCH!!! OOOOOHHHHH!!!! I’m sorry Liam, truly OWWW!!! I am very sorry for the way I behaved… OW OW OW OW!!!! Mandy didn’t deserve to be treated so poorly by a friend, and I should be more careful who I take home with me from the club, OWWWW!” She cried out woefully.
Liam slowed his pace a little and began to pat her thighs lightly with his fingertips, she jumped at the contact there, his fingers strayed across her pussy lips and he felt the wetness coating them.
“Oh Sasha, you naughty, naughty girl, is this spanking turning you on? This is supposed to be a discipline spanking young lady, a punishment. Not something for you to get turned on by, we are going to have to spank you a lot harder now because of this.” His tone told her he was very disappointed with her and she hung her head in shame at her own wantonness.
LIam was in his element now and he unloaded a volley of sharp fingertip spanks across her pussy lips coupled with sharp heavy full hand spanks across her creamy thighs until they were a deep red matching her hot red bottom, Poor Sasha yelped and squealed at the new onslaught of hot sharp stinging pain and she howled for him to stop.
“Oh god please Liam I am so …OWWWWWW …that really hurts!!! I am SORRY!!!! Please Sir!!!!” She squealed, and quite suddenly he stopped spanking. He was grinning from ear to ear. He hadn’t been called Sir in so long and his heart soared at the sound of it ringing in his ears.
“Well now young lady, I do believe you have finally learned your lesson and made payment in full for your bad behaviour. Come up now and sit on my lap and let me comfort you for taking your punishment like a good girl should.”
“Yes Sir, thank you Sir,” she sobbed through hiccups as she scrambled to her feet and quickly dropped herself down into his lap and sobbed loudly, he wrapped his big arms around her tightly and hugged her to him as he soothed her, whispering all sorts of nonsensical endearments in her ear as he dropped gentle kisses on her forehead. She sobbed quietly for a while more and then relaxed completely into his hold as the throbbing in her bottom stopped being unbearable and started to become hot and heavy and intense. She wriggled at the change in the pain and he recognised the moment instantly. Her wriggling brought her bottom directly into contact with his large erection which was very prominently displayed along his thigh under his slacks.
Sasha looked up at him with hungry eyes and saw her own desire reflected back in his eyes. He lowered his mouth and stole a kiss from her, slow, measured, paced, allowing her the opportunity to withdraw, but of course she didn’t. Why would she? He was perfect for her…
As the kiss deepened all thoughts of the Eddie’s of this world melted away and she was filled with only Liam.
Just a quick one from me, Merry Christmas everyone, I hope you all have a lovely peaceful time doing whatever you do at Christmas and even if you don’t do Christmas, whatever you’re doing, do it with style.
I am hoping I will have the time to sit down and write a new excerpt from Top Hat and Tails over the holiday, I put my order for me time in to Santa, he’s a bit grumpy at being left out of the mix for a few hours, but I promised him I would be a very good girl later if he gives me what I want now…
Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com! You registered on WordPress.com 2 years ago. Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging.
So, this morning I clicked on my notifications and apparently it was 2 years ago today that I signed up for WordPress to write about my spanking fixation and journey of self discovery. My goodness what a trip this has been so far!
For those of you who aren’t aware, the further back you go in my blog, the richer the seam of spanking experiences you will find. Because it’s my all time favourite subject, along with hot heavy, hard and fast or slow and sensual sex, I have decided to link the early part of my blog on this post so you can all take a trip down memory lane if you wish! Or not, if you don’t! I’m not precious about it I promise!
So, there you have it my lovely peoples of WordPress land. This is how my blog started and I’ve taken you from the very beginning with this list to just before Graham and Stuart take control of my bottom spanking adventures! If you want to continue the journey, you’ll find all of my early posts on my front page, just scroll down and pick up where ‘What on earth was I thinking?’ leaves off… They do all run on from each other, they are telling the story of my wonderful trip down the rabbit hole of all things Spanking!
Happy reading peeps and thanks for all the support over the past two years! Here’s to the next two!
In 2017 I am Singer, Dimash performed Autumn Strong in week four of the competition. He chose a song that would resonate with the audience and Chinese people, and learned how to sing it in Chinese for them, he wanted to show his respect to the country’s people who had adopted him. His main concern was that his accent would somehow diminish the clearness of his pronunciation and that would harm their enjoyment of the song. The resulting wild support from the audience tells us how well he did. The mesmerised expressions on audience members and contestants faces alike, spoke volumes. His rendition in Chinese was beautiful. Jump forward to the Tokyo Jazz Festival 2021 and Dimash has revisited the same song only this time he is honouring it in its original language of Japanese and under its original title, Ikanaide.
Autumn Strong or Ikanaide was originally released in 1989 and was written by Goro Matsui and performed by Koji Tamaki, in June 2021 Koji was voted as the greatest ever male Japanese singer, with 190 experts agreeing that he is a “living national treasure of music” and that he portrays an “unparalleled mass of expressiveness and emotion which only seems to get better with age.’ (quote wiki)
I don’t know about that, all I can tell you is, of the two versions of Ikanaide, the second one of the two Koji versions is my personal favourite and I confess, in this, I am at war over which version between him and Dimash I prefer which is unusual in itself. I always prefer the Dimash version!
Where Dimash’s voice reaches deep inside me and melts me, he could be singing about flying elephants for all I care, I have never understood most of the lyrics he sings in however many different languages he sings them in, I simply react to the tone of his voice, the timbre, the melodic beauty and the depth of emotion he is able to portray in every single song he sings.
Koji Tamaki took me by surprise, I found his performance in 2019 spell binding, the raw pain and emotion he delivered Ikanaide with tore at me. I wept all the way through it. Aesthetically, I prefer Dimash’s performance, it is elegant and beautiful, and performed perfectly, as we have come to expect. Koji left me feeling… I think that’s actually the major difference, he made me feel such a depth of raw feeling, I connected to both the song and the artist during the performance. I connected to Dimash’s version but on a different level. While I felt the emotions he was delivering I could still appreciate his technical abilities and tonal changes along with his vocalisations while still remaining engrossed in the song. With Koji, I simply felt the song and the singer’s emotion and it stayed with me for some time afterwards. For me, there will always only be one Dimash, but I admit, I was spellbound by Koji’s stellar performance.
Autumn Strong, Chinese language, Dimash 2017.
Ikanaide. Japanese Language, Dimash during 20th Tokyo Jazz Festival, 2021.
Ikanaide, Japanese language, Original Artist, Koji Tamaki, lyrics by Goro Matsui 1989.
Ikanaide, Koji Tamaki, 2019 performance with full Orchestra. Japanese language.
I shall leave you to decide which version you prefer, on this occasion, I don’t believe there is a poor one among them, so all in all, it’s a good way to keep listening to just one song!
Her pussy lips stung where the whip had caught them. She was in a world of pain, covered in sweat, aching everywhere and still had 6 trunks to unlock and 8 tasks to get through… and only 25 minutes.28 seconds on the clock…and just how the hell had they gotten Thorn to agree to her being whipped? He had been making noises about whipping her for a good few weeks now, but he had held off because of the look of sheer panic on her face each time. He was going to be royally pissed with whoever had given that instruction to her tormentor. Her fingers traced the livid welts across her bottom and sit spot and a tremor of arousal ran through her. It stung like hell but bloody hell that pain when it settled in had been indescribably mind blowing. That had to be the best orgasm she had ever had! One thing was clear, she would welcome it with open arms if Thorn offered it up again! All her thoughts tumbled through her mind as she pulled herself together again.
She shook her head to clear it, ‘Come on Elle get your shit together, that orgasm cost you 15 minutes.’ She muttered to herself as she once again returned to the task at hand and hurried over to the newly opened fifth trunk. She reached in and picked up an electronic Tablet, the only thing in the chest. She pressed the button and the screen lit up. A game of Hangman filled the screen. The game was set up and ready for her to play. She checked the time, 24.15.
She looked at the dashes for the words, it was a question, _ _ _ _ _ _ / _ _ _ / _ / _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _?
She read on with the instructions, if you find the answer before you ‘hang’ you will be given the code, if you fail and ‘hang’, the game will reset and you will have to start again, each reset will give you a harder puzzle to complete.
Elle began with vowels, A E I O U gave her _ _ e a_ e / _ a _/ I / _ a _ _ u _ _ a _ e?
Whoo hoo, this was going to be easier than she had thought, she stared at the words appearing before her, the O had cost her a line on the hangman, but she didn’t care. She looked at the keyboard and pressed L. It stood to reason that should be where she started, it was her initial after all!
_ l e a _e / _ a _ / I / _ a _ _ u_ _ a _ e?
First word was obviously Please. She input P.
Plea_e appeared on the screen, and she punched the air ‘ Yes!; she pressed S and hit two letters. Please/_a_ /I /_as_ u_ _ a _ e?
The second word was either may or can she went for N and it appeared, she input C and had her second word and still only one line on the hangman! Go Elle, she thought as she pushed faster, please can I …. She pressed D. another line appeared on the screen, her clit was throbbing, she ran her fingers gently over it, sending a frisson of excitement coursing through her. She didn’t care, she was nowhere near ready to cum, she had control over her body now. She checked the clock, 30 seconds to reapply the clamps. She grimaced at the idea, but picked them up and attached them, swearing as her super tender nubs complained bitterly at the sharp bites.
Suddenly a voice sounded over the intercom. ‘Please tighten each clamp one rotation and increase the pressure.’ Elle looked up to the bank of wood panels, ‘Bastard’ she shouted as she turned each peg one small rotation and increased the pressure to her poor nubs. She squealed and danced on the spot as the heavy throb shot through her and joined somewhere in the middle. Fuck this was not good!
‘Focus Elle!’ She muttered under her breath, she went back to the game, and she immediately saw the word, of course it was that simple, she input M it appeared, B it appeared, T appeared, and R. Masturbate.
‘Please can I masturbate?’ She shouted it out as she saw the words appear on the screen.
The intercom clicked and the clock stopped. ‘Oh fuck!’ she groaned.
‘This is Voyeur number 3. Your code is 9 8 7 6 go to the trunk and open it, take out the items you find and hold them up for us to see.’
Elle did as she was told, she opened the trunk and threw back the lid, she wrote her code down in her notes and then looked inside the trunk. Right now she was eternally grateful she had just sliced 15 minutes off her time by stealing that orgasm. She lifted a set of Ben Wa Balls and a stainless steel jeweled butt plug out of the trunk. A bottle of toy cleaner spray and a pack of disposable wipes were sat in the trunk. She groaned as she realised she was going to have to insert these items of torture in front of god knew how many perverted voyeurs, that thought disturbed her more than the thought of actually wearing them.
The Voyeur began speaking as she held up the butt plug and ben wa balls for them to see. ‘ Clean the items with the cleaner provided and then bend over and insert the plug first,’ he instructed. ‘Do not take all day about it, you have just 19 minutes and 20 seconds left, if you take too long we shall deduct a minute and 20 seconds from your time. Do it now. ‘
Elle muttered something under her breath as she walked carefully over to the spanking bench. The clamps were tighter now and everything was throbbing so much her body was in a constant state of arousal, the over stimulation of her clit was making her cranky. She cleaned the balls and the plug and wiped them dry then retrieved the bottle of lube and liberally coated the plug with it. She squirted a fair amount on her finger and lubed her ass too, no point in going half measures. If she was going in fast, it had to be slick. The butt was not small. She gulped and thought about the dildo she had not long since been ass fucked with and realised this was at least smaller than that! She bent over the end of the table and reaching behind her she positioned the tip of the plug against her tight hole. Her traitorous pussy spasmed and released yet more juices in anticipation of feeling the plug slide into her ass. She pushed and it slid in slowly, she kept the pressure up until she felt it pop and seat itself inside her ass. She moaned loudly as the fullness immediately sent her pussy into a frenzy of excitement. For goodness sake, what the hell was wrong with her? How much fucking did she need to take in front of these bastards before it was enough?
There was no escaping her thoughts though, her mind was doing an erotic dance with her, images tumbled through her of every time Thorn had inserted a plug in her ass and then fucked her pussy hard until she was screaming and begging for her orgasm. She rubbed her clit gently, sucking in a sharp breath at the pain from the clamp, ignoring it and continuing to stroke around her clit. It helped but only marginally. She had to calm her thoughts down or she would lose her control. She took a deep breath and let it out again slowly, clearing her mind of everything save her current tormentors voice.
The voyeur spoke again, ‘Lay down facing us please and insert the ben wa balls. They need to be in as far as you can get them. You shall have them in until the end of the game unless one of us instructs you to remove them. ‘
Elle took a deep breath and climbed on to the spanking bench, laying down on her back with the damned butt plug in was not the easiest thing in the world, but she managed it, she spread her legs wide and exposed her swollen wet pussy to all of them, her mind went into an erotic free fall, her exposure was complete, the thrill of the exhibitionism was so strong she had to fight with the rush of new hot sensations as they coursed through her body along with the adrenalin rush she was already experiencing. She didn’t care any longer, she was hot, horny and feral now, on the edge of orgasm thanks to the clamps and plug, the ben wa balls were just going to push her straight to the edge.
‘Insert the first ball,’ the voyeur instructed. The ball chimed as she picked it up, of course it was a chimer, those little bastards rang all the way through your body and vibrated against every single erogenous zone, setting up the most delicious torment imaginable. Especially when on an orgasm ban. She smiled ruefully to herself. Thorn had prepared her well, he had her use these at least twice a week for a good few hours at a time to train her not to cum unless he allowed it. The penalty for climax was a further ban of an even longer time. He had realised very early on, she was indeed a pain bunny and would take more from being spanked or caned than she was supposed to. He now held her orgasms to ransom frequently and she was such a good girl for him because of it. This was the first time she was actually glad of that training!
Her thoughts rambled through her head as the ball chimed its way up into the top section of her pussy, her walls gripped it, and she rolled her hips and sighed at the familiar vibrations coursing through her. Fuck it, she loved this!
‘Insert the second ball please. ‘ The voyeur’s voice grated along her nerves but she did as she was told. She inserted the second ball and pushed it until she could squeeze her walls around it and press it against the first one. Once again she rolled her hips and the vibrations flooded her pussy walls, her clit ached unbearably and she soothed the skin either side of it with two fingers.
‘Well done, you may now masturbate and edge for the remainder of your task as you requested. You have three minutes to complete. If you climax, you will immediately forfeit the game and will be locked in for a minimum of 4 hours, ours to do with as we wish. Do please fail… We would love to play really hard with you.’ The voyeur chuckled at Elle’s groan as he cut off the intercom connection.
She closed her eyes and ran her fingers along the sides of her clit, her pussy was clenching and releasing against the ben wa and the butt plug was causing her bottom to ache. She rolled and got onto her hands and knees her ass facing the windows so they could see what she was doing, and she stroked around the clamp, fucked her ass gently with the plug, rolled her hips to set off the chimes, her juices flowed freely but she didn’t cum. She couldn’t, she realised she had been so well trained by him that her body just knew not to do that thing. She grinned and began to enjoy the pleasurable ripples of sensation coursing through her body for a whole three minutes.
Finally a buzzer sounded and she released herself from the clamps and held her breath as the immense throbbing from the rush of blood back into her nipples and clit almost undid her resolve.
She hurried as quickly as she was able back to the trunk, there was a note inside it, she picked it up and it simply said, 7890. Nothing to do but input the code. Her next trunk revealed a further code, this was too easy she thought as she entered 2349.
The buzzer sounded again, ‘Voyeurs 4, 5, 6 here, you are in a world of trouble girl. We are going to fuck you so hard you will lose your mind not just the game. Stand in the centre of the room and put on your blindfold.’
This blog chronicles my unlikely entrance into the world of BDSM. Here I’ll share my story, the things I’ve learned, and the things I wish I had learned sooner. It’s also the place I will come to think out loud about where I go from here.
Some of my writings are NSFW. Fair warning. I write about my life, my love and the things that interest me. Please feel free to comment, ask questions or simply agree or disagree with my points of view. They are welcome. Thank you for reading.
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So, I've been spanked, hard! I have spanked myself hard, I have spanked others even harder! I'm now heading for a different road, one that still includes all the best bits of me, all the naughty bits, all the hot steamy bits, and plenty of spanking still to be had! But this time I'm creating characters to play out my delightful erotic fantasies, I hope you enjoy the new ride as much as the previous one...
Ruminations, opinionated observations, darkly humorous blathering and the occasional rant from an outspoken spanko and unapologetic attention wh--, um, hog.
Gemma - Journey of Self discovery 