Part 8. Eileen’s story: While her back is turned…

Eileen sat behind Mr Crossley’s huge leather desk and watched as he castigated the hapless Ms Aston for her shortcomings. She took in Laura’s bright red bottom and thighs beautifully displayed by the tucked up skirt and trimmed only by the tops of the black seamed stockings. She smiled as she allowed her fingers to brush against her own pussy as she noted the dampness glistening between Laura’s thighs. That girl really did love a good hard spanking and she had definitely received one this evening! Tucked up in the corner, Laura’s sniffles and hiccups reached Eileen’s ears and her pussy reacted to the sound with a contraction that made her gasp with it’s intensity. Damn, that young woman’s mewling sounds could turn her on in a heart beat!

Mr Crossley chose that moment to turn on his heel and approach the desk. Eileen couldn’t help but notice he was sporting a fine erection and he was doing nothing to hide it from her either! ‘Ooh, events are taking an interesting turn,’ she thought as she purposely kept her eyes glued on his crotch as he approached her and slowly she uncrossed her long stocking clad legs and stood to allow him to sit in his chair.

He chose to remain standing in front of her, his eyes settling on her erect nipples which could be seen clearly through the flimsy material of the blouse as they pressed against it. His lips curled in a predatory manner as he raised his eyes to hers. She blushed at the blatant lust she saw in his eyes and her tummy curled anew with excitement. Theirs was a non-verbal dance of heat and she was revelling in his reaction to her. She turned away from the heat in his gaze and bent over the desk to retrieve her transcript of the story, he stepped behind her to take in the view she was affording him of her semi naked bottom under her skirt. Her thong was soaked and it was evident from the juices that glistened just inside her thighs that she was hugely turned on. She took her time reaching for the story sheet and moaned quietly when she felt his hand cup her bottom and squeeze her hard. She turned to face him while keeping the contact of his hand on her behind, and saw he had his cock out and was stroking himself as he smoothed one hand over her behind and squeezed firmly.

Eileen leaned back against the desk and pushed her chest out, her breasts straining to be released, His fingers reached up almost of their own volition and flicked the buttons open slowly one by one, his eyes were drawn to her face again as she whispered to him, ‘would you like me to take care of that for you Charles?’ She looked pointedly at his cock and licked her lips as he continued to stroke himself. She smiled, he was not a small man by any standard and she was more than happy to take care of that huge cock. In fact she was desperate to! A dark smile passed across his lips as he nodded, his eyes locking with hers as she slid down between his thighs and positioned herself on her knees in front of him, she handed him her phone as she took his cock from his hand and sucked it all the way into her warm inviting mouth.

He took the phone smiling widely, focused it on her raised eyes and luscious lips as she slowly sucked his long cock from tip to base and back again, and he clicked, and clicked and clicked again. He saw Laura’s head begin to turn from her corner, and he barked, ‘Nose against the wall Ms Aston, or I shall whip your backside with the crop!’ Laura hastily turned her face and pressed her nose back against the wall. Eileen never missed a beat, her mouth sank down to the base of his shaft and sucked his cock hard all the way back to the tip. His hips rose to meet her withdrawing lips, his breathing faltered as her hands closed around him and she began to stroke him in a cork screw motion that sent his blood pounding to the tip of his cock, making it throb and grow even bigger stretching her mouth impossibly wide.

He threw the phone on the desk as he gripped her head and spread his legs wider to pull her closer. She bobbed up and down on his cock working it, worshipping it, his precum oozed from him and dribbled down her chin, she lapped and sucked and stroked and petted his cock and his mind turned to mush as she continued to suck him all the way to the back of her throat. He held her there, applying pressure to the back of her head with one hand until she was gagging on him, while snaking his other down to fill his hand with her soft round flesh, he twisted her nipple hard and she gasped as she worked him harder and faster, suddenly he pushed himself to his feet and releasing her nipple, he gripped her head with both hands as he began to fuck her mouth for all he was worth. He rode her mouth, pushing his cock as far down her throat as he could, retracting it, only to fill her again. She held his gaze the whole time he fucked her, it drove him on to fuck harder and faster, and she sucked and stroked and cupped his balls, stroking them, pulling them, wrapping her tongue around his shaft when he slowed for a moment, tracing the rigid vein at the back of his cock and then running her tongue along the underside of his engorged head. He twisted his hands in her hair tightly as his legs began to shake and he felt himself lose control and suddenly his cum was spraying her everywhere. it hit her cheek, her nose, dripping down into her mouth, her eyes were coated in the thick warm liquid and she quickly caught his pumping cock between her lips and sucked him dry of every last drop. She swallowed his creamy cum as she gazed up at him and then slowly sat back on her heels as he sank down into his chair, a look of utter disbelief on his face. He pulled her up so he could whisper in her ear and twist her nipple hard as he spoke, ‘That was fucking amazing Ms Barton and we shall be doing it again very shortly! Tidy up while I finish up with madam over there!’

Eileen smiled a sultry smile at his words, and licked her lips as she gasped quietly at the pain in her nipple as he squeezed it hard one last time before letting her go. He stood and reorganised his clothing, zipping his pants back up and straightening his tie, he leaned down and said in a low voice, ‘you are in a world of trouble Ms Barton, I am a hungry man.’ With that he strode away from her and approached Laura quietly.

Eileen wanted in on this part of the girl’s punishment so she hurriedly took a tissue and wiped her face of his cum and rearranged her own clothing. She listened intently to his conversation with Laura and as he positioned her for her caning Eileen stepped in. Poor Laura, none of the fun and all of the pain! Eileen was in no mood to dally over this final part of Laura’s punishment, she would have more than enough opportunity to taste Laura’s wares when she accepted the girl’s offer to spank both her and her husband, and she would be doing it very soon! But for this evening, she had other plans that included a very large cock that had not been properly used in a long time! Her strokes with the cane across Laura’s already hot, sore bottom were swift and sharp and Laura howled and sobbed and cried and pleaded which of course turned Eileen on even more. By the time she reached for the crop Laura was openly sobbing, great big fat tears dripping from her chin and her wails were delightfully full and rounded with each harsh swat of the crop. Such a nasty little implement that did not require a great deal of work to bring about a satisfactory reaction from the recipient. Laura was no exception to this rule and she danced on the spot and squealed as the crop tip caught her exposed pussy lips over and over again along with her thighs and bottom until every little bit of creamy skin had turned bright red and was hot to the touch. Eileen ran a cursory hand across the girl’s skin, and could not resist sliding her fingers between her pussy lips to gather her juices. She leaned around to Laura and held her dripping fingers out for Laura to clean and she dutifully sucked them clean between hiccups and sobs.

Mr Crossley declared Laura’s punishment at an end and dismissed her from the room. Laura wasted no time and made a swift exit to the relative safety of the staff rest room.

Mr Crossley laughed at the speed of her departure, ‘My goodness Ms Barton, I think the girl has wings on her feet! That is the swiftest exit I think I’ve ever seen!’

Eileen laughed with him as she bent to pick up the fallen cane and crop and turned to walk slowly to his desk. He sat back and watched her slow strut across the carpeted floor. Hips swaying, naked breasts dancing under the ill fitting blouse and he felt his cock react swiftly to her delectable body. ‘Come here Ms Barton and assume the position.’ He said as she arrived at his desk. Her eyes flew to his face and her own face flushed, it was evident she had forgotten about her own upcoming spanking and he laughed again! ‘I do hope you don’t think your little performance earlier has discharged the need for your own punishment Ms Barton, I said you need retraining and retraining you shall have. Assume the position, immediately!’ His tone brooked no argument and Eileen dutifully nodded and lowered herself across his thighs positioning herself so that her bottom was raised high in the centre and her stilettoed shoes barely skimmed the floor. She reached down and braced her hands flat on the floor as she whispered, ‘Yes Mr Crossley, of course Mr Crossley.’

Mr Crossley took his time raising her skirt, slowly, he pushed the pleated material up above her full, plump beautifully rounded cheeks. He tucked the skirt into it’s waistband, fully exposing her bottom to his view. His hand smoothed her cheeks, stroking her, patting her lightly, feeling her squirm a little on his lap. He chuckled a deep throated chuckle. This was very different from yesterday evening’s surprise spanking. Tonight he had planned exactly how this would be carried out and he savoured every second of the experience as it unfolded. He raised his hand and brought it down hard on her right cheek watching as her bottom quivered under the sudden assault. She yelped, more in surprise than pain and he spent a few seconds patting her lightly on both cheeks, feeling her jump mildly at each contact. Waiting until he knew she was expecting the next pat, he suddenly spanked her hard again, this time on the left cheek. She jumped and cried out, again more in surprise than pain. He resumed his patting and stroking and then without warning, he began spanking her in earnest, sharp hard spanks that landed swiftly on each cheek as he verbally remonstrated with her. ‘You re a very lucky woman Ms Barton, there aren’t many bosses who would agree to such a personal form of punishment. You’re actions yesterday evening should have seen you fired on the spot. You really will have to learn that I am the rule maker around here and you shall follow those rules. You do not make your own as you go along!’ As he said each word he accompanied it with a volley of hard heavy spanks that soon had her squealing and yelping, crying out that she was sorry for taking matters in her own hands and she would always defer to him in the future. Her cries fell on deaf ears as he got into his stride. He stopped spanking for a few moments to allow the heat to raise to the surface and bloom properly, he ran his fingers beneath the waistband of her thong and he peeled it down over her hot bottom and pushed it down to her ankles. He took a moment to trace the path of the G string and he ran his fingers down between her cheeks and slid them between her pussy lips. He smiled widely when he found she was dripping for him, her bottom pushed up and her legs sprang open to allow better access as he slid his long fingers through her juices and rubbed her clit. She moaned and wriggled against his probing fingers.

He pulled back and smoothed his dripping fingers over her heated globes and they glistened with her own wetness. He smiled as he once again landed a firm volley of spanks to each cheek and now attended to her thighs too. She positively howled at the onslaught of sharp spanks to her thighs and her legs scissored as she tried to raise herself up and wriggle away from the incessant sharp sting that was being delivered in quick time to her thighs and bottom. Real tears ran down her cheeks as she sobbed and sobbed as he spanked and spanked her until finally he rested a steady hot hand on her right burning throbbing cheek.

He patted her bottom as he murmured, ‘stand up and bend over the desk Ms Barton, spread your legs wide for me.’ Eileen sobbed and hastily pushed herself to a standing position, turning, she bent over the edge of his desk spreading her legs wide as instructed, excitement unfurling in her tummy at what she was sure was to come. She expected to feel his hard cock between her thighs then, it had been pressed up hard against her tummy for the past ten minutes! Instead she squealed in shock when the sharp sting of the cane landed across both her hot throbbing cheeks. She reared up, her breasts tumbling from her open blouse and she heard him grunt in approval. She then heard the click of her phone as he stood to one side of her taking photos of her exposed bottom and breasts, ‘Good girl, Ms Barton, you certainly know how to put on a display, hold your position, we are not done. He raised the cane and she heard it swish through the air before it buried itself firmly into her soft skin and she sucked in a harsh breath at the stinging hot pain as it ran all the way through her. ‘Oh my…’ she cried out, but before she could finish that sentence a third stroke arrived and then a fourth until she was mimicking Laura’s on the spot dance from earlier. Her bottom exploded in pain and she sobbed and begged for his forgiveness. ‘Please Mr Crossley, I promise I will be a model employee from now on, please stop now! It HURTS!!’

Mr Crossley was having none of it, he switched from the cane to the crop as he once again began remonstrating with her. ‘Of course it hurts Ms Barton, that is the whole purpose of this entire exercise. Now, be a good girl and accept the rest of your punishment without constantly jumping around!’

Eileen sobbed and hiccuped her way through a sharp cropping that seemed to last forever, especially when so many sharp slaps licked her plump pussy lips and stung her! Finally he rested the crop across her lower back just above her hips. ‘Maintain your position Ms Barton until I instruct you otherwise.’

She nodded, allowing her head to drop down and her forehead to rest on the desk beneath her. She sobbed quietly as he stroked her bottom and thighs and ran his fingers between her swollen pussy lips again. Her hips bucked and she groaned quietly as he played with her. She heard the clicks from her phone and her face coloured profusely at the sound, knowing the image she must make right now.

Mr Crossley stood back from her and looked at his handy work, he was very pleased with the end result. That was indeed a very well spanked bottom. Her pussy dripped juices and he ran a finger through them and gathered them up. He lifted his finger to his mouth and tasted her. His cock throbbed heavily in his pants and he released himself with his other hand. His rock hard cock sprang forward and he stood closely behind her resting it on her hot cheeks. She raised her head and dared a glance over her shoulder. He was waiting for her, watching her, ‘Eileen?’ he asked with a raised eyebrow, and she quickly nodded her head, ‘Oh yes please Charles…’ she murmured in response. It was all the approval he needed, he gripped her firmly by the hips and thrust his long hard throbbing cock deep into the depths of her soaked welcoming pussy and they both groaned loudly in unison.

He rocked her and pulled her back onto him until he was buried hilt deep inside her and she tightened her pussy walls around him as her orgasm immediately began to build. It was the hardest, hottest, fastest fuck he had ever had and he banged into her over and over again and she screamed in delight as her orgasm ripped through her. He reached forward and grabbed her hair pulling her up as he pounded her from behind, his balls slapping her mound hard as his cock filled her tight velvet hole and she convulsed around him, stroking him with her inner muscles until he was thrusting and groaning behind her, She could feel his legs trembling pressed against hers as he suddenly grunted heavily and filled her with streams of creamy cum, heating her insides, spewing from her as he continued to pump and pour himself into her forcing it out with each thrust. Eileen’s own orgasm exploded deep inside her again and she collapsed on the desk with the force of it as she shuddered and bucked under him. He lay atop her back and kissed her ear, smoothing her hair away from her flushed face whispering nonsensical words to her as they both calmed themselves and she responded by turning her head and capturing his lips with her own.

Eileen sighed contently as the stray thought ran through her head, tomorrow she would enjoy Ms Aston and her husband, but tonight she would enjoy Charles, over and over again!

Mr Crossley smiled and slowly righted himself and dropped down onto his chair. My god this woman was utterly fucking amazing and he couldn’t wait to have her again and again. Every night from now on she would be his to fuck and he would be hers to suck to her hearts content! He had never been happier in all of his 62 years. Eileen dropped down into his lap and she caught his mouth with her own. Tomorrow was after all another day…

Tonight had exceeded both their expectations and neither one was disappointed or in a hurry to bring it to an end.

Dimash Qudaibergen: ‘Sinful Passion’ and introducing Igor Krutoy.

Sinful Passion was performed by Dimash at the Slavic Bazaar in 2018. The song was written and performed originally by Kazak band ‘A Studio’ who played on stage with him during this performance.
At 4.17 minutes into the video, Dimash vocalises a mourning chant for the recently deceased lead singer of the band A studio as a mark of respect. His exceptionally fast yodel is mind blowing! What comes after that section is truly astounding! His final vocalisation begins at 4.43 minutes and he finally takes a breath at 5.08. The whole section is sung on one breath and involves a sliding scale up that soars and then comes down in a series of runs, still on the same breath before finally taking a breath at 5.09 and brings the song to a close. That one section on that one breath lasted a whopping 27 seconds!
I was left speechless.

It is at the end of this performance that the renowned Russian music composer Igor Krutoy appears for the first time in Dimash’s career. He gives Dimash a standing ovation and is the first to get to his feet and applaud.

Shortly thereafter, Igor would present ‘Love of Tired Swans’, specifically written and composed for Dimash. Igor Krutoy had fallen under the spell of this young man’s extraordinary talent and now treats him as his priority. He has written some utterly stunning pieces for Dimash since ‘Tired Swans’ but for now, just sit back and enjoy the beginning of a powerful union of musical genius at work. This particular song reaches inside my soul and makes it cry. I feel wiped out, but curiously utterly content each time I listen to it.

Dimash’s ability to vocalise the instrumental sections of each song is stunning. The first time I heard him do it properly in Sinful Passion I had my back turned just listening while I worked on a mosaic, I thought it was an electric guitar riff running up! I turned around to actually watch the performance and rewound it to try and find the guitarist who had pulled off that note! I was more shocked when I realised it was Dimash and he sounded just like an electric guitar!

Mind officially blown!

Igor Krutoy and Dimash Qudaibergen performing ‘The Love of Tired Swans’

Once again, Dimash takes us on a journey of discovery with his voice. He delivers a bass baritone whisper like it’s his speaking voice, drifting gently into a low soprano and then his mid-soprano range steps in and takes us soaring with him through every key change and octave climb. His dramatic performance is spell binding to the very last note.

Igor’s face as he accompanies him at the piano is curiously blank except for one moment where he actually cracks and shows his love of the sounds Dimash voice is producing. His own performance is flawless. Less really is more. Igor has collaborated with artists both in contemporary music and classical, such as Anna Netrebko, Dmitri Hvorostovsky, Aida Garifullina, Andrea Bocelli, Lara Fabian, Alla Pugacheva and Irina Allegrova and now Dimash Qudaibergen!

Hope you enjoy this little trip into Dimash world again!

Dimash Qudaibergen: A Musical Phenomenon? You Decide…

So, a couple of days ago I put a post up called A Side trip into Musical taste where I expounded the singing virtues of Dimash Qudaibergen.

As a follow up to that I thought I might make it a regular post, a video and a discussion about what I’ve experienced while watching and listening to him sing each song. On YouTube, I suppose this would be called a ‘reaction video’ except that I am not going to be pulling silly shocked faces or jumping about in a comedic manner in order to get likes and subscribers.

So, my reasons for doing this are, one, I don’t want to be on YouTube and currently that appears to be the only place to be able to do this kind of watch and discuss type of thing. Two, I want to introduce Dimash’s music to as many people as possible because his voice just makes the world a much better place to be. Countless times I have found myself crying and smiling at the same time as his voice takes me on a musical journey, and I always feel better after listening to him sing. And finally three, I love music. Plain and simple, it feeds me when nothing else can. It calms me, soothes me, and makes me feel complete.

So, without further ado, today’s video is Opera 2. This is Dimash’s second performance in the contest ‘The Singer 2017’ in China. This competition is for professional Chinese singers and bands to compete against each other and be crowned ‘The Singer’. As I said in my first post, Dimash was the first foreign artist to ever be invited to compete in this competition, although he was already a household name in his own country, Kazakhstan.
The judging for the competition is so complex I struggled to follow how it all worked, but basically, the audience is made up of 500 members of the public and what appears to be a panel of executives for the show hidden in the audience too, who vote each week for their favourite artist and then those votes appear to be broken down and split off into different sections for voting purposes. I watched the entire season and I still don’t really have a clue as to how the voting actually worked.

So the back story to this performance is that Dimash was feeling very homesick and was missing his family and homeland terribly. He just wanted to go home. He was effectively alone in a foreign country, thousands of miles away from Kazakhstan. He didn’t speak Chinese except for a smattering,(although he has since learnt and now sings in mandarin frequently) and he was reliant on a translator for communication which left him out of the general chat between the artists backstage quite a lot, he was just 23 and is very family orientated and so felt very isolated.

Regardless of that, he pulled off a spectacular performance and thrilled the audience with his vocal versatility. He performed the song in its original Russian language. (There are sub titles though!) Personally, I love his stage presence throughout this performance, he sets the scene and creates an atmosphere that immediately draws the audience in to his story telling. The contrast between this performance and his first performance of S.O.S is huge. His first performance was dramatic, emotional and heartrending. This performance is playful, cheeky and full of mischief. He completely wins the audience over especially when he adds his own section to the end of the song where he raises the operatic notes three keys! He does this with so much ease it is astounding!

I would not want to be the artist who had to follow his performance! I would hang up my mic and say the competition is over, he won!

I confess, I cried at the end when Dimash realised his Papa was in the audience and I was so touched at the expression on his face when he saw him stage side! He also made me smile when he asked his Papa if he had sung well! This boy is so humble and unassuming!

(By the way, Dimash is 6 ft 3″ tall and the costume department for the show struggled to find stage outfits that would fit his long legs. You will see him perform in some very odd outfits! Most of the time his trousers were too short for him!)

However, this performance was not without it’s drama although it came from an external source.

The song Opera 2 was originally written and performed by the Russian Opera singer, Vitas. When he heard Dimash’s version of his song he apparently threw a giant hissy fit and threatened to sue Dimash if he ever sang it live again! He insisted that Dimash was mocking him throughout the song by raising the key three times rather than just the once as Vitas does in the original. Vitas has since re-released Opera 2 in 2020 as a new and updated version, which incorporates three other singers into the performance. The video below is the original.

I just think it’s a shame that Vitas took the stance he did over Dimash’s performance of his signature song. Rather than embrace it and applaud Dimash for the way he honoured the song, he chose to be bitter and took it as a personal affront to his own technical singing abilities. Regardless, no matter how Vitas chooses to view Dimash’s version of his song, it has catapulted Vitas back into the public arena, when his light was otherwise dimming everywhere except Russia. I can’t remember the last time I heard his name prior to 2017 and I can honestly say, I listen to Opera and classical every day, I research new artists, and revisit old ones, Vitas, while I had heard of him and knew the song Opera 2, has not made any impact that I can see, on the Operatic world in quite some time. It’s a shame that he chose to make himself appear bitter and conceited when he did have the opportunity to make his presence felt again.

Personally, I don’t rate him.

You can make your own comparisons.

Hope you enjoy this little side trip into the world of Dimash’s beautiful and astounding voice.

Have a great day peeps!

Part 7. Laura’s Story… It’s Story Time!

Part 1. Laura’s Story. Be careful what you wish for…

Part 2. Eileen’s Story… Beware of Consequences…

Part 3. Ian’s Story… His Errant Wife…

Part 4. Laura’s Story… Time for Training.

Part 5 : Eileen and Laura’s Story… The Agreement…

Part 6: Mr Crossley’s Story… His Dilemma…

Laura clasped the chosen clothes to her chest and hurried off to the staff rest room to change. Mr Crossley had obviously stuck to the letter of her story as the clothing she had been instructed to wear was exactly as she had described in her ‘Retraining the PA.’ story. It was one of her favourites and she was excited to see whether Mr Crossley would follow the storyline precisely the same way Ms Barton had done the previous evening. If he did, her bottom was going to be very sore! She wished now she had made it a lot hotter but there were other stories she could write where she would be able to slip some sexy stuff in so that she got to play with Ms Barton again!

She was literally living out her sexual fantasies on a daily basis right now! Laura grinned to herself as she checked each booth to make sure she was alone, satisfied that she was, she quickly stripped naked in the centre of the rest room and folded her work clothing carefully and placed it in her carry all.

Standing, she took a moment to admire her naked body from all aspects. She was surrounded by mirrors and her image bounced back at her from every angle. She was pleased with what she saw and a naughty idea unfurled in her mind as she turned first this way, then that to view her rounded hips and pert bubble bottom, her full round breasts and her small waist. She reached inside her purse and retrieved her phone. No reason Ian couldn’t have a quick flash of her present state of dress! She parted her legs slightly and bent over to view her pussy, she pointed her phone at the mirror capturing the delightful image of her damp pussy just peeking out between her cheeks and the tops of her thighs. She reached between her thighs and her fingers appeared in the mirror behind her as she stroked her damp slit and made her juices flow freely. She clicked her phone, snap! Another photo for Ian, she stood up and raised her leg, placing her foot on the only chair in the room, she aimed her phone camera and clicked again, allowing Ian a birds eye view of everything he was currently missing out on. She sent the three photos to him and then put her phone down and picked up the black sheer stockings she was to wear. She took her time pulling each one on, making sure to line up the seam at the back perfectly so that it ran central down her leg. Finally she stepped into the heels Ms Barton had provided for her. They were much higher than she was used to and she teetered around a little at first but quickly got into the rhythm of how to move her hips to allow for the difference in height.

Spreading her legs wide she retrieved her phone and bending over the edge of the chair she snapped three photographs of her ass and pussy, fully exposed, with her long legs encased in the gorgeous seamed stockings, the extra height from the heels made her legs look even longer and she arched her back so that her breasts were flat against the seat of the chair and her bottom was raised to it’s highest point and she click, click, clicked and pressed send. Ian would be rock hard now and probably stroking himself looking at these photos! Another naughty thought popped into her head and she giggled as she shot a text off to Ian.

‘You may look at these photos Ian, but you cannot stroke yourself. If you cum, you will be spanked very hard when I get home and you won’t be allowed to fuck me this evening!’ 🍑💥✋💋

His response arrived promptly, ‘Yes Ma’am! Can I just say you look so fucking hot in those stockings!’

Laura chose to ignore his comment, but she was grinning like a Cheshire cat as she put down her phone and retrieved the black lace thong, she pulled it on and snapped the string between her cheeks, making sure to perfectly align the small V of material at the top of her cheeks. She rarely got to wear such racy underwear and her stomach curled with excitement at the image of her pussy encased in the sheer lace. God she felt so damned sexy right now, she once again picked up her phone and quickly snapped a number of images of her in different positions for Ian.

Suddenly her phone rang in her hand and she was so surprised she almost dropped it on the tiled floor! She turned it around and saw the caller ID was Ms Barton. Oh god, she had taken ages, she pressed answer and stammered, ‘H hello?’

‘Are you going to be much longer Ms Aston? You are keeping both myself and Mr Crossley waiting!’ Eileen’s tone was terse and Laura immediately stammered out, ‘I’m so sorry Ms Barton, I was having difficulty walking in the shoes, I was practising, I’m on my way back now.’

‘Make your way directly to Mr Crossley’s private office and do hurry up!’ Eileen snapped and hung up.

Laura rushed to put on the blouse and skirt and gather her wits, she quickly restyled her hair in the top knot the PA wore in her story, refreshed her lipstick and took a final look at her appearance in the mirrors. God, she hoped she didn’t bump into any co-workers who might still be in the building, it was a long walk to the lift and Mr Crossley’s offices were on the top floor! Her tummy curled with a mix of excitement and dread at the idea of being seen dressed like this and her pussy contracted tightly, she took one last look from all angles, She couldn’t help it, she quickly snapped a few photos, pressed send and then switching her phone to silent she headed out of the rest room in a hurry.

She tried to walk quickly in the impossibly high heels but it wasn’t going to happen, in frustration she bent down and took them off, gathering them up she ran quickly down the long corridor and around the corner to the lifts. She hadn’t seen a soul which she was grateful for, but also curiously disappointed too, she pressed the button and slid her shoes back on as she waited for the lift to arrive. Just as the lift doors opened and she stepped in she heard a man’s voice a scant few feet away and she willed the doors to slide shut. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her cheeks were flushed at the thought that he might catch a glimpse of her before they closed properly. The door slid quietly shut just as he came into view and she breathed a shallow sigh of relief. Just in time.

The lift slid to a halt at the top floor and the doors opened opposite Mr Crossley’s outer office. Laura took a deep breath and mentally prepared herself for what was to come as she stepped out of the lift and walked through the outer office doors and quickly towards his inner sanctum.

She tapped lightly on the door, her breathing shallow, her pulse racing and her heart pounding. She felt like she had run a marathon! Before she could change her mind and run away, the door was opened by Ms Barton, who was dressed identically to herself! Laura couldn’t take her eyes off her! Damn she looks way better in this outfit than I do! Laura thought as she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her.

Slowly she turned to face Mr Crossley and Ms Barton with her hands clasped in front of her and her eyes lowered. Her cheeks were flushed and she berated herself for turning herself on so much during the dressing! She could well have done without the sexual hunger right now!

Mr Crossley spoke then, ‘Look at me please Ms Aston. I have no intention of addressing the top of your head for the next 5 minutes!’ Laura’s eyes snapped to Mr Crossley, as she raised her head dutifully. ‘That’s better.’ he continued, ‘ Now, you are here this evening because you signed and agreed to a different form of discipline for yourself to atone for your unprofessional actions and behaviour during office hours and personal use of office equipment. Is that correct?’

Laura nodded mutely, her eyes wide as saucers as she spotted the cane and the riding crop laid out in front of Mr Crossley on his leather topped desk.

‘Answer verbally please Ms Aston, I want no misunderstandings about what we are about to carry out.’ His tone was professional but very strict and Laura suddenly wondered if she had bitten off more than she could chew! Regardless, she answered promptly.

‘Yes Mr Crossley, that is correct, I fully agree to this form of discipline for my actions and behaviour, and I have freely signed an agreement to that end this morning.’ Her tone was subdued but professional and Mr Crossley allowed himself a little smile. This was all going to be so perfect!

‘Then we should get on with the task of administering your discipline young lady. Please take a copy of the story from the end of the desk and follow my narration. I shall be watching intently and if you veer from the printed text, you shall receive an extra punishment of my choice at the end of your disciplining. Do you understand Ms Aston?’ He questioned her quietly in his stern voice.

Laura was trembling but she managed to stammer out, ‘Yes Mr Crossley, I understand.’ She stepped forward and retrieved a copy of her own story from the desk and Ms Barton did the same.

Eileen took over the proceedings then, she took Laura by the arm and led her to the straight back chair that had been placed side on in the centre of the office and directly in front of Mr Crossley who would have a birds eye view of Laura’s spanked bottom! He began the narration as Eileen took her seat and tugged Laura’s arm, pulling her down over her knees and into position.

Mr Crossley read loudly, ‘The naughty PA found herself in the unenviable position of having to show her bare bottom to her immediate superior and her boss. Her face coloured profusely as Ms Barton lifted the edge of Laura’s skirt and tucked it up into the waistband revealing her creamy rounded cheeks completely exposed because she had stupidly decided to wear a thong today. She knew she would pay for that error in judgement and she was not wrong, Ms Barton now smoothed her hand over her plump cheeks and landed the first of what would be many hard spanks!’

Eileen carried out exactly to the letter what Mr Crossley had just read out and she allowed a small smile to play on her lips as Laura went over her knee. She pinned the girl to her with a firm hold on her waist as she lifted the pleated mini skirt and as described, tucked it up into the waist band. Laura’s bottom came immediately into view and Eileen needed no prompting to smooth her hand slowly over the ripe, peach shaped creamy globes and administer the first loud smack! She paused a moment as she listened to Mr Crossley continue with his narration and she kept pace with him. She lifted her hand again and delivered a number of sharp spanks to Laura’s cheeks and then some very hard ones to her thighs and sit spot. The girl was squirming on her knee and she had begun to suck her breath in loudly, she had yet to yelp, but there was plenty to come that would bring on that sound. Eileen spanked and spanked as Mr Crossley narrated and Laura squirmed and kicked her legs out, squealing and crying loudly now and howling that she was very sorry for having caused so much upset.

Eileen stopped then as Mr Crossley went on to describe how she should peel Laura’s thong down and position it just below her sit spot so that the spanking of the PA could continue. Eileen dutifully did as she had been instructed and sliding her fingers into the edge of the thong she peeled it down and positioned it perfectly below the sit spot. Neither Eileen nor Mr Crossley could help but see how wet Laura’s pussy was and Eileen chuckled as Mr Crossley tutted and spoke directly to Laura.

I did mention, Ms Aston, did I not, that should you veer from the stated text there would be an extra punishment?’

Laura’s tear filled eyes shot to Mr Crossley as she stammered, ‘Y…y…yes Mr Crossley, but I haven’t…’ she managed before he interrupted her.

‘Oh but you have Ms Aston,’ he replied succinctly, ‘you most definitely have. Nowhere in this story does it tell of your wetness between your thighs. Nowhere in the printed text does it mention that you are sexually turned on by the spanking. Your lack of control over your badly behaved pussy has earned you six strokes with the riding crop…’

Laura gasped, ‘but that’s not fair Mr Crossley, I can’t help…’

‘And you have just added a further 6 strokes with the cane to that extra punishment for your refusal to accept my decision in this matter. How dare you argue back Ms Aston.’ His voice was a whiplash to her ears and she lowered her head in dismay and not a small amount of trepidation at what she could now expect at the end of the spanking.

Mr Crossley further confounded her by stopping proceedings and having a chat with Ms Barton about her performance as the spanker.

‘Now Ms Barton, I can see how hard you’re working to make these spanks as firm as possible but your soft hands are frankly not quite up to the task I fear.’ He smiled to soften his words and then continued as Eileen smiled back at him. ‘Perhaps I should swap places with you and you may read the remainder of the transcript and I shall carry out a much firmer spanking for this verbally challenged young lady?’ He dropped the question into the silent room and Laura suddenly tried to rear up as she cried out, ‘NO! that’s not how the story goes Mr Crossley…’ Eileen landed four sharp smacks to Laura’s thighs for her insolence and as she did so, she smiled at Mr Crossley, ‘I do think that would be a splendid idea Mr Crossley, Ms Aston’s attitude appears to be unchanged from my ministrations, I have no doubt that you shall have a much better result than I could achieve. Perhaps we should start again from the first spank landing after the thong has been removed?’ Eileen said all this as she unceremoniously forced Laura to her feet and held on to her arm to stop her from bolting. She could feel the girl’s trembling all the way through her and her own pussy reacted swiftly to it. Damn this was going to be very hot, it bode exceptionally well for her own spanking from Mr Crossley later. Who knows, he might decide to go off script during that one too! She could but hope…after all, he was a very attractive man…

A moment later a kicking and crying Laura was pulled over Mr Crossley’s knees and he pounded her bottom with hard heavy spanks, one after another they rained down on her bottom and thighs, some caught her pussy as they landed across both cheeks, he stopped periodically and ran a finger down her slit to see if she was still wet and each time he found she was he tightened his grip on her waist and began the spanking again all the time castigating her for her unruly pussy. Laura was howling and sobbing, tears running freely down her face, her mascara creating twin rivulets of black down each cheek, her nose was running and her hair was now flying around everywhere as her top knot had long since worked loose from its restraints, and in the background Ms Barton’s honeyed sexy tones could be heard dancing through the story, letting Mr Crossley know exactly what he should be doing next not to mention the profound effect her voice was having on his cock which was rock hard against Laura’s tummy as she was held against his groin. Goodness, he’s quite large! The errant thought ran through her head as he paused to adjust her over his thighs. All thoughts flew out of her mind as the next series of exceptionally hard spanks landed everywhere in rapid succession and she returned to squealing and howling and wriggling!

Suddenly it all stopped and she found herself upright, Mr Crossley applied two very sharp slaps to her very painful thighs, ‘go and stand in the corner Ms Aston, nose to the wall, do not touch or attempt to cover your behind. You shall stand there taking stock of the actions that landed you in this position and why you deserve your punishment. You shall remain there until I tell you to come and present yourself for your caning and cropping.’ He brusquely ordered the sobbing Laura into her corner and turning he strode back to his desk to take up the seat Ms Barton had just vacated for him.

Laura gulped and sobbed out, ‘Yes Mr Crossley. Thank you Mr Crossley.’ She staggered over to the far corner of the room and as instructed lifted her hands up and crossed them behind her back and rested them on her waist, pressed her nose into the corner of the wall until it touched and proceeded to sob quietly as her glowing red bottom and thighs throbbed painfully. This was not how she had expected events to happen and she was feeling very sorry for herself, but deep down, she was feeling remorseful too and she knew she only had herself to blame. As she began to calm down and relax a little, she began to go over the spanking in her mind and got lost in her own little world. The sudden and unexpected arrival of Mr Crossley appearing behind her made her jump and yelp in surprise.

‘So Ms Aston, what have you learnt this evening?’ He asked quietly behind her.

‘That I should never use work time and equipment to view spanking porn or store my personal stories on my work PC, Mr Crossley. I am here to work, not indulge my fascination with all things spanking.’ Laura tacked the last naughty sentence on the end because well, damn it, she was sure she had heard some rather sexy sounds emanating from across the room while she had been stuck in the corner. If she didn’t know better she would swear that Mr Crossley had just been given a very thorough blow job from Ms Barton! If that was true, Laura was most definitely peeved at being left out!

‘Hmm, almost the answer I was expecting, but not quite.’ He said quietly. ‘Lean forward and hands on the wall Ms Aston, it’s time for your final punishment. I shall tack on a few more of each just to cover your impudent remark at the end there. Now, come on, bottom out, head down, legs spread.’

Laura groaned and bit her lip as she assumed the position and waited.

‘I would like to take part in this aspect of the punishment if you don’t mind Charles, after all, you have worked so hard already.’ Eileen’s honeyed tones dripped over the pair of them and Laura knew her bottom was going to be toast, Eileen had already proven how hard she could spank with a ruler! A cane and a riding crop were going to hurt like blazes! She prayed Mr Crossley would decline, but it wasn’t to be.

‘Excellent idea Ms Barton, I should conserve my energy for later anyway! Carry on my dear!’ He agreed affably.

Laura was so tempted to turn her head to see his expression she had to fight to stop herself! My god, they sounded just like they were… no … were they??? Oh my god… she had called him Cha.. ‘OWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!’

The first of the cane strokes landed stingingly across her sit spot and Laura was now wholly focused on the searing pain as it settled deeply into the crease at the top of her thighs. Before she had chance to process much at all, the second stroke landed squarely across both cheeks and she howled in pain, then the final four strokes came swiftly leaving Laura gasping for breath as she squealed and cried, but it wasn’t over, a brief pause as Eileen swapped instruments and then suddenly, many stinging swats with the riding crop erupted all over Laura’s bottom and thighs and they came thick and fast. Laura felt her orgasm unfurl in her pussy and erupt tearing through her until she groaned loudly and shuddered as her juices flowed and Ms Barton chuckled along with Mr Crossley.

‘Oh dear Charles, it looks like our little PA needs a lot more retraining!’ Eileen said as she rested the riding crop across Laura’s pert bottom and stood back to view her handy work. For her part Laura was utterly humiliated, her face glowed as red as her bottom at the thought she had just lost complete control and orgasmed in front of them both! She might never be able to look them in the eye again.

Mr Crossley walked over to the sniffling Laura and smiled as he stroked her bottom and thighs, inspecting Eileen’s handy work closely. ‘Fine job Ms Barton, more work to be done tomorrow though I feel. Stand up Ms Aston, tidy yourself up and take yourself off home. I expect to see you again tomorrow evening for your next lesson in discipline and control.’

Laura stood up letting the crop fall to the floor, she turned and faced them both, sniffling and wiping her eyes, ‘thank you Mr Crossley, thank you Ms Barton.’ With that she turned and all but ran from the office. She could hear Mr Crossley’s deep laugh behind her as she beat a hasty retreat to the relative safety of the ladies rest room, her office clothes and her handbag! She was going home to Ian! At least she knew what to expect there because she would be in control!

A Side trip into Musical taste

I have long since realised that music is the only thing that calms my mind sometimes. Nothing else can get in. Nothing else works as well as a beautiful melodic voice or piece of music and I will listen to absolutely everything from Classical, Opera, Neo-classical to Folk, blues, blue grass, Jazz, country, and everything in between!

My current music of choice is a young man who has only recently popped up on my radar, I was looking for some Jessie J music to listen to and found the videos of her competing in the Chinese competition ‘The Singer’ in 2018. I love Jessie’s voice, she is greatly overlooked as an artist in my opinion and she can sing just about any song! Her vocal versatility is stunning!

A happy by-product of watching her take part in this contest is that I decided to see what other artists had entered it in previous years and that was when I found this young man from Kazakhstan, Dimash Qudaibergen!

Wow! Just WOW! His voice is like nothing I have ever heard before nor I suspect will ever hear the likes of again. He is truly a one off, unique, and unparalleled talent.

This was his first performance on the show ‘The Singer’, in 2017! He was the first foreign artist to be invited onto the Chinese contest and they gave him the opening night first performance! Just take a listen… I promise, no matter your chosen musical genre, you will not be able to deny this young man’s talent and immense vocal range and ability! He has a 7 octave range, can sing in 12 languages, and is a multi-instrumentalist! That’s just the tip of the iceberg! Go on a Dimash trip, and enjoy music in a way you have never experienced it before.
As a side comment to this video, I would not have wanted to be the artist who had to follow this performance!

If you enjoyed this video, I would suggest watching him sing ‘Sinful Passion’ on YouTube. Its a delightful journey!

For anyone who wishes to step completely into Dimash’s universe and get lost there for a while here is the link for his Official YouTube channel. https://www.youtube.com/c/DimashQudaibergen_official

Thank you for indulging my musical side trip…

The Next Chapter : The Tom Series: Any Morning…

That caning Tom – Day 7 of 7 (Part 6) Tom Day 7 of 7 – (Part 7) changed everything! I felt free for the first time in living memory, absolutely, utterly and undeniably free and unfettered! Waxing lyrical a little? I don’t think so. To that point in my life I had been numb inside and out. My brain had shut down my emotions and reactions from the continual battering both physical and mental that I had endured prior to my divorce. Tom had finally broken through the steel trap.

So now, mornings would begin with me staying in bed beside him, my sofa was still there at the end of the bed but now I scribbled in my journal while I sat at the side of him as he slept. I had no problem at all with that, let’s face it, hard on the eyes he was not, imagine if you will a mountain of gorgeous dark haired man, muscular but not muscle bound, naturally bronzed skin, smattering (just enough) of dark hair on his chest that my fingers could dance through, twist in, gently tug, feel his reaction, always immediate never disappointing, powerful but not overpowering, in control but not controlling. The epitome of Alpha male, ready and willing to play at a moments notice.

I was musing, watching him instead of scribbling, lost inside my own thoughts, sketching his image into my mind and twisting him this way and that, entwining his body with my own, joining us, sliding the two bodies together to make one whole, feeling the effects of his body as I imagined him entering me, my mind was orgasming and my body was racing to join it. The temptation to stroke him was too strong to resist, journal forgotten now, fingers had found something much more solid and thick to hold and stroke and pet, I watched his face as he slept and I stroked him from tip to base, sliding my cupped hand along the length of him, finger tips struggling to meet around his girth, thumb brushing across the tip of his cock as precum appeared, a single drop, glistening, daring me to lean down and lick it away, taste him on my tongue, let his salty flavour soak into my mouth.

I resisted the temptation then stroked some more, sliding his foreskin back, revealing his turgid head, watching it darken as his blood pounded to fill it and make it throb in my hand. I was so lost in what I was doing, I almost missed the moment his eyes opened, I saw the heat appear there in the deep brown pools and I fell inside that heat, I felt it a second later when his hand reached down and smoothed itself over my bottom, still sore from a sound spanking the night before, still throbbing and heated in all the right places and then I was lifted, bodily to sit astride his powerful thighs as he whispered to me in that heavy gruff morning voice that turned me inside out, ‘fill your mouth with me, make me cum baby.’ I couldn’t refuse, I wouldn’t know how.

I settled between his powerful thighs and lowered my mouth over the thick throbbing tip of his cock. His hand gripped my head and applied the smallest amount of pressure as his hips rose to meet my teasing lips, as my tongue wrapped around the tip and I sucked him, precum salted my tongue making saliva run, smoothing his way deeper to the back of my throat as I slid down the length of his beautiful cock until he was growling deep in his throat, ‘ Jesus that feels so damn good, don’t stop Gem, don’t stop baby.’

I worked his cock until it was so far down my throat I couldn’t breath, I pulled back gagging, only to have him thrust up and fill my throat once more. We danced this way for a time, I played with him, drawing his gasps and groans, hip thrusts, gentle commands to suck harder, stay longer, hold there, don’t stop. His cock throbbed heavily, my pussy contracted in sweet time to his heat, then the urgency arrived and with it came his greater strength. I was lifted and turned while still impaled on his cock so that my pussy was over his mouth and I could grind my hips down and fill his mouth with my juices, he licked and sucked in time to my own worship of his cock. I couldn’t hold on, his fingers invaded me, filled me completely, drove up and spread me wide as I took him deeper into the back of my throat and swallowed his salty precum, my eyes streamed, my pussy streamed and contracted and spasmed until I was shuddering in utter ecstasy as my orgasm escaped and ripped through me. He let go in that moment and his heated cream shot from the tip of his cock and set a fire burning down my throat, filling me with his thick cream and I swallowed and moaned loudly. Most unlike a lady, very much like the wanton siren he desired most and his own guttural growl was ripped from his lips as my juices filled his tongue and slid down his throat.

We were spent and I wriggled off him and curled into him completely satiated and content to run my fingers through that small patch of hair and tug gently and twist them this way and that until he laughed and rolled me flat on my back pinning me down with his powerful thighs as his once again hardened cock found its way home and he sank deep inside me lifting my hips, wrapping my legs around his hips and we rode and I have never been happier nor more satisfied nor content…

We are on one hell of a journey and I am utterly captivated by my giant bear of a man.

Part 6: Mr Crossley’s Story… His Dilemma…

One would think that when one had two women scheduled to meet him in his office for a sound spanking, one would be delighted! One was not. One was at war with oneself.

Mr Crossley shook his head in frustrated dismay at his dilemma, he tried to be a very honest man, a very upright, rigid man, he had a regime that he followed religiously and he never veered from it. It had served him well all his adult life but now he was veering into a quagmire of uncharted territory with these two women. His main issue with all of this was that he found Ms Barton extremely attractive, even more so after the unexpected but entirely delightful events of yesterday evening!

He sighed heavily, he loved his wife, even after admitting to himself that she was quite the cold unemotional fish in the bedroom or any other room for that matter. They had been married for 40 years and there were no surprises left to uncover between them. The last surprise had been a shock and nothing came close to topping it. Twelve years ago, Mrs Crossley had declared that their sex life was at an end because she was now 50 and quite frankly she’d had enough of all that messiness! Needless to say, he had been devastated at the turn of events being only 50 himself at the time and after much thought and hand wringing, he had come to the unfortunate conclusion that he must make adjustments to his hitherto unbroken state of monogamy. He decided that he must allow his eye to wander on occasion in order to take care of his own needs. If his wife would not, then he would have to find someone who would. The idea of demanding conjugal rights from his wife never even crossed his mind. He would respect her wishes and find his fun elsewhere. So once or twice a year in the ensuing years, he had done just that. Mrs Crossley’s position would never be threatened but he had his needs. He was a pragmatist after all. Needs must and all that.

However, Ms Barton was much more than he had bargained for, his reaction to seeing her spanking her assistant and then masturbating at her desk had rocked him to the core. He had been rock hard instantly and so turned on by what he had witnessed he thought he might erupt! In his other dalliances, it had just been about the sex. He needed sexual relief, he would have a little dalliance, very discreet, his lady friend would always be treated with the utmost respect and would be completely aware of her position in his life, and when the time came to end things, which it always did, he would make sure they walked away happy and smiling with a token of his appreciation. He was a generous lover.

Ms Barton was so very different to his other lady friends. For one she was an employee! He had never drawn his ladies from his work place. That was entirely unprofessional and a recipe for disaster but this was different, this was immediate, hot, horny, physical, downright dirty and almost feral in its nature. Watching her spanking her assistant had been so very hot, but then spanking Ms Barton himself, feeling her creamy plump ass under his hand, feeling her wriggle against his groin as he had pressed up against her, watching her juices flow from that sweet delectable pussy as he spanked and spanked and spanked her, my god! She was an utter delight to him physically and mentally. He could never have imagined a moment in his wildest dreams and fantasies, where that scenario would take place, but take place it had.

Ms Barton had become his guilty pleasure a long time ago. He did everything in his power to ensure he saw her at least once a day! Obviously in a very professional manner, but none the less she was a feast of erotic sensuality for his eyes to drink in on a daily basis and had been since the day she had started working for his company!
There was an inherent sensuality to the woman that oozed from her as she entered a room. He had long since enjoyed watching her walk from the outer office into his inner sanctum. The display was delightful. Her full hips rolled in such a seductive way that they held him spell bound, her breasts, while properly covered under a very professional blouse, pressed against their restraints and he fancied that they were trying to escape their confines to be free. His breath would catch in his throat at the delightful sight and his hands itched to release them from their confines, his cock would twitch and he would find himself smiling at his thoughts. Ms Barton never walked briskly she always strolled along like she was taking an afternoon walk, her dark eyes would rest on each man in the room as she passed by, her sultry full deep red lips curved into the smallest of smiles, he would see a similar smile to his own broaden the lips of most of the men and some of the women too, as she continued on her way. If you were lucky enough for her to stop and speak to you, you would be treated to her sensual honeyed tones dripping sex all over you as she asked you for her monthly cash flow forecast! That lucky man would wear his ‘Barton grin’ as it had been dubbed in the office, for the rest of the day. Mr Crossley attested that he wore that grin most days and made a point of having a small meeting with her every day! She was his drug of choice and he was well and truly hooked. Which was now the source his current dilemma! He was about to break every rule he had ever set in place for himself, but damn it after last night, he could not deny himself the opportunity to play this out! His mind returned to the previous evening and he mused once more the delights he had experienced.

When he had set off for home after that delightful spanking with Ms Barton, he had plans in his head that he might approach Mrs C and cajole her into some much needed fun and games with perhaps a promise of a holiday to the Bahamas or some new jewellery she could show off to her bridge friends as a way of saying thank you? He actually fancied that he might make mention of an itch to spank her! Who knows, under that cold exterior there could be a siren just waiting to be released with a good sound spanking!

It was not to be. His disappointment was a very real entity in the room when he realised the house was empty. He had arrived home an hour later than usual to find she had put his supper in the microwave, left a note on the kitchen counter with instructions on how to warm his food and she was nowhere to be found. He then belatedly remembered it was her bridge club night and wild horses would not drag her away from it. He sighed heavily, zapped his meal and settled down to watch boring tv re-runs while he ate a less than tasty evening meal. Once he was finished eating he allowed his mind to wander back to the early evening’s events. He quickly jumped to the end of the spanking of his assistant to the part where she had stammered out the end of that fabulous story and he had gotten to taste her honeyed juices on his tongue, he allowed his hand to stroke his throbbing cock as he remembered in glorious vivid detail every second of that moment when she had orgasmed so violently and her juices had spilled over his tongue and down his chin. His hand worked his cock, smoothing his foreskin down, his fingers sliding over the glistening head as it appeared, collecting the precum that was flowing from his rarely used manhood. He had forgotten just how good it could feel to masturbate, and as his cream shot forcefully from his throbbing penis and down over his exposed thighs, he groaned heavily and decided that he would have to do this more often.

By 10.30pm his earlier horny mood had well and truly left him and he was back to his former self by the time his wife returned home at 10.45pm on the dot. Her sour expression told him she had lost at bridge, and he was in the dog house for returning home late from work without informing her first. She snipped a ‘good evening’ at him which was barely more than a mumble and she took herself off to her bedroom. He sighed heavily, nevermore had the idea of spanking his cold wife been so attractive a thought to him. He sighed, switched everything off and locked up for the night before retiring to his own bedroom and his fantasies of the delectable Ms Barton.

Now here he was, in his office, working his way through a mountain of paperwork, utterly distracted by the thought of the upcoming events for this evening. He had left a note for Mrs Crossley saying he would be eating out this evening with clients and she should not wait her evening meal on him. She could stew in her own juices, her coldness towards him had begun to rankle of late and she could have a taste of her own medicine. His mood shifted, his dilemma settled. He finally felt vindicated, he had been a good husband who had provided her with a very comfortable life style and he didn’t feel he deserved the coldness she had consistently presented him with all these years. That thought was fuelling his desire to now rush towards this evening with a haste he hadn’t felt in years! Obviously the spanking of Ms Aston would need to be carried out first and she would be sent packing immediately after her punishment had been administered. Silly girl that she was, he would be forever grateful to her for opening this particular can of worms!

Spanking had been his fantasy for a very long time and he was now in a unique position of not just being able to carry that out, but to carry it out on his drug of choice, Ms Eileen Barton! His cock throbbed painfully as he once again returned his attention to the story he had chosen for this evening, written by the very imaginative Ms Aston, short skirts, tight blouses, stockings and suspenders, a cane and a riding crop were the back drop for what would be a very satisfactory and very painful spanking for both ladies with a wonderful finale to boot! Ms Aston did like her grand finales!

It had been agreed between the three of them that Ms Aston’s stories would be played out each evening and he would decide which one would take place. He was most excited to think about Ms Barton pulling the very naughty Ms Aston over her stocking clad knees, lifting her skirt, smoothing her hand over that plump ripe bottom amply displayed courtesy of the thong she would be wearing. At the other end her breasts would be tumbling free from their flimsy restraint of a too tight blouse and then the first spank would land and sound heavenly in that cloistered room!

Once again his cock stood to attention and he took himself off to his private office to take care of matters. It wouldn’t do to have a huge stain on the front of his suit pants, he was not an excitable teenager who couldn’t control himself, he was a successful business man who was completely in control, and that included his physical reactions too! Just two more hours until he could feast on the delectable Ms Barton! He found he was sporting his best ‘Barton grin’ as he re-entered the outer domain of his office and continued with his work load…

to be continued…

Part 5 : Eileen and Laura’s Story… The Agreement…

Part 4. Laura’s Story… Time for Training.

Spankers Paradise

The office was turning into a spankers paradise! The thought ran through Eileen’s head as she waited for Laura’s arrival.

She could feel the difference in her as soon as she walked in. Instead of the timid and subdued assistant she had been expecting, Laura presented herself with a very confident and new found authoritative air, confidence oozed from her and she couldn’t hide it. Eileen responded on a very physical level to it. Damn it was HOT!

Eileen walked around to the front of her desk and perched her bottom on the edge, wincing slightly as the remnants of her own very painful spanking from Mr Crossley chose that moment to remind her of it’s bruising presence.

Laura turned at the sound of the sharp intake of breath Eileen had let out involuntarily and a curious expression flitted across her face. Eileen schooled her own expression to dissuade any further revelations being revealed. She took the lead and broke the silence.

‘Good morning Ms Aston, I trust you are no worse for wear from your punishment yesterday.’ Eileen pinned Laura with her stare and let her know she was very much in control and she was not going to skirt around the events of yesterday evening. Laura had the good grace to blush profusely at the immediate reminder of her new position in Eileen’s office.

‘No Ms Barton, I’m fine thank you.’ Laura had turned completely in her chair to face Eileen, and as she spoke she lowered her eyes to her hands.

‘Kindly look at me when you address me please Ms Aston.’ Eileen spoke sharply and Laura’s head snapped up and she locked eyes with her boss instantly. It wouldn’t do to tick her off this early in the day, regardless of the fun she’d had with Ian this morning, her own bottom was still slightly tender from the firm spanking it had received last night from Ms Barton!

‘That’s better,’ Eileen muttered as she crossed her arms below her breasts and pushed them up against her blouse, Laura’s eyes strayed to them and then snapped back to Eileen’s face quickly as her boss began speaking to her.

‘Because of your behaviour yesterday and your subsequent spanking, you have placed us both in a very precarious situation with Mr Crossley. It is most unfortunate, but he was still present in the building yesterday evening and he heard you squealing and became aware you were being spanked.’

Laura groaned, the colour leaving her face and all her new found confidence flowed out of her leaving her deflated and terrified she was about to be fired again. ‘Please Ms Barton, I can’t lose my job, I just can’t! Is there anything I can do or say that will appease Mr Crossley? I’ll do anything!’

Eileen’s heart jumped at the words! The silly girl had just handed her a solution to the written disciplinary agreement on a plate. She struck while the iron was hot.

‘Actually, Mr Crossley was most concerned about protecting his company from scandal. He was displeased at the idea that we did not have a formal written agreement between us that you had signed to say you would accept this kind of disciplinary procedure now and in the future. I think if we present him with that, you may hold on to your position with the company, of course I cannot guarantee the outcome, but I’m sure it will go a long way towards making him happier about the whole situation.’ She raised her hands in an open handed shrug and waited for the penny to drop with Laura.

Laura nodded her head eagerly, ‘Of course! I will sign any agreement you put in front of me, I wouldn’t want to cause any trouble for either you or Mr Crossley, this is all my own fault! I am so sorry to have caused so much trouble Ms Barton. I really would like to make amends.’

Eileen smiled a crocodile smile at Laura, ‘Excellent decision Ms Aston, I shall draw something up immediately and you can type it up, print it out and sign it in front of both Mr Crossley and myself and we shall sign as witnesses to your agreement.’

Laura gulped as the realisation hit her that she would have to stand in front of Mr Crossley and sign this agreement, which he would no doubt want reading out loud before hand, (it was how he did business). Her insides curled with embarrassment and trepidation at the thought. But she only had herself to blame.

Just a scant few minutes later Eileen called Laura into her office to dictate her agreement to her. Laura wriggled on her seat as she noted every word Eileen spoke. This was for her, this very specifically worded document was being designed wholly for her own discipline, she was both horrified and thrilled in equal measure at this turn of events. Horrified because she was now in such a precarious position with her employment and even once she signed this, she still wasn’t sure she would have a job, but then thrilled because signing this agreement meant she could be disciplined with a spanking from Eileen whenever her boss felt it necessary to discipline her for even the smallest transgression! Her bottom would be hot and rosy red quite frequently if she was hearing this correctly. Something as simple as a spelling or grammar error in a document might see her disappearing over Eileen’s knee for a sound spanking! Not to mention that her spanking stories would now be featuring very prominently in all of her spankings in the future. Eileen was very specific in her dictation that Laura must present her with at least 3 new spanking stories each week to be filed along with all her previous stories, in a special folder on Eileen’s computer, then at the end of each week she would send the new stories to Mr Crossley and he would decide which ones would be used for the following week. Laura stifled a smile and continued to take down the intricate details of the agreement until finally they were done.

Eileen sat back in her chair and studied her assistant. That confidence she had seen when she walked in was creeping back in and Eileen desperately wanted to know what had happened to put it there. No matter, she was sure she would find out in the fullness of time. For now, they needed to concentrate on appeasing Mr Crossley as quickly as possible.

She waited until Laura had closed her notebook before she spoke again, the silence growing loud in the room until Laura glanced across at her boss. ‘Will that be all Ms Barton?’ she asked politely.

‘What did your husband say last night about your spanked bottom Ms Aston?’ Eileen blindsided her with her out of the blue question and Laura’s mind went completely blank! Realising she would have to give her an answer she opted for the truth. So far on this journey the truth had netted her a very satisfactory trip into a spanking world she never thought she would be able to access.

‘Well, at first he thought I was having an affair with someone in the office because I was so late, then when I dropped my skirt and panties and showed him the evidence to back up my explanation, he was absolutely thrilled and proceeded to spank me himself. He is very happy with the turn of events, apparently he is into spanking too and I never knew. He got the most excited when I spanked him very hard last night and this morning. He did wonder whether I could ask you if you would spank us both together sometime. I told him I would write a story and if you were interested perhaps we could invite you over to play it out with us.’ Laura finally stopped talking and took a deep breath! There she had covered everything, at least if she got into trouble now, it was because she had been too honest!

Eileen laughed at the audacity of this young woman before her, she was in the biggest trouble of her life and she was treating it like an opportunity to begin a spanking fest! The idea of spanking them both had her pussy contracting tightly and she could feel wetness seep between her pussy lips and coat the tops of her thighs as she imagined the two of them bent over, bare bottomed waiting for her hand to connect with that first spank. Yes she would spank them both!

She shifted her attention back to the matter at hand, ‘go and type that agreement up, bring it to me to be checked over and then we’ll go and put this business to bed with Mr Crossley. During your break you can write that story and I will consider your husband’s request once I’ve read it. Now, we have a full workload today Ms Aston, we really need to get on with it!’ Eileen levelled the girl with a look of frustration at the delays to her work day and of course Laura felt guilt crawl through her stomach at the realisation that the delays were being caused by her but utter delight at the idea that Eileen might consider Ian’s request! Oh my goodness! Wait until she told him that! He would wet himself!

She jumped up from her seat and excused herself returning to her desk she began the arduous task of typing up the very intricate agreement!

30 minutes later the two women were seated across from Mr Crossley in his private study just off from his main office. This was where he went to have a quiet moment to think when the office got too busy with phones ringing and secretaries and assistants braying for his attention constantly. It would serve very well as his disciplining room too, his own office was far too open but his study was a beautiful room filled with his favourite leather topped walnut desk he had taken everywhere with him since his freshman days of University. Its scarred and worn leather top told its own story of his journey from his student loan days to his very successful business today.

Around the room his beloved books lined the walls in perfect order of size. No jarring book lines to break into his reveries, they acted like a sound proofing layer to the room and he knew that anything that happened in here would remain completely private and could not be heard even if someone should stand by the door! This was his favourite room in any building anywhere in his life. It was somehow very fitting that he should now want to add his newest thrilling experience of spanking his assistant over his beloved desk, to his memories in this room. Yes, very fitting!

He shifted in his seat as he grew hard remembering the events of the previous evening, and with some difficulty he dragged himself back to the matter at hand and listened carefully as the foolish girl who had brought all of this about, stammered her way through the disciplinary agreement Ms Barton had drawn up for her. Finally he nodded his approval as she reached the end. ‘Yes, Yes, I believe that will protect the company from any backlash from this unorthodox method of discipline for a staff member. Are you in full agreement Ms Aston? I will not have you bullied into signing this, it must be because it is your preference alone. There can be no hint of coercion!’ He waited with barely concealed impatience for her response.

‘Yes Mr Crossley, I am in full agreement that this is how I should be disciplined now and in the future while employed here.’ Laura stammered her response, her cheeks were flaming red flags of utter humiliation.

‘Excellent! Come around here and sign the agreement in front of me so we can put this matter to bed’ he said, as he pointed to the spot to the right of him and Laura jumped up and did as he requested. A few moments later her new agreement had three signatures scrawled across the bottom of the page, it had been copied twice, and the original disappeared into a file in Mr Crossley’s desk drawer. A few moments later Laura was back at her desk and hurrying to catch up with a mountain of paper work. Eileen had remained behind to discuss other business with Mr Crossley and in honesty Laura was glad! She could finally breath a sigh of relief, her job was safe, her bottom was not and she could put the balance of power in her day back to rights each evening when she got home by spanking her husband to her heart’s content! Life was actually working out perfectly today! All she had to do was wait until the end of the day for the first of her authorised spankings. She wondered which storyline they would select for her, there were plenty to choose from. A curl of excitement unfurled inside her as she willed the minutes to tick by faster.

Finally it was 5pm and the office began emptying, Eileen arrived in her doorway and called Laura in. Come in and close the door please,’ Laura did as she was requested and then stood facing Eileen’s desk and waited.

Eileen smiled at her as she spoke, ‘I have some items you will be required to wear for the next hour, it is Mr Crossley’s express wish that you be dressed in a certain manner for your spankings. I too shall be wearing a similar outfit, my penance for spanking you last night, I believe.’ Her smile became rueful.

Eileen shook her head in mild dismay at the clothes Mr Crossley had instructed her to go out and buy for the two of them. Pleated black mini skirts and white blouses, black thongs and stockings and high heels. He had been very specific indeed.

Laura eyed the clothing curiously, she knew which story this was being taken from and it would be very hot indeed!

Eileen watched Laura assess the clothing, ‘You will note there are no bras included, this is Mr Crossley’s request Ms Aston and you have signed the agreement to accept all forms of punishment that he decides upon.’

Laura raised her eyes to Eileen’s face and she smiled and nodded, ‘yes, I understand, should I go and get ready?’

Eileen hid her surprise at the girl’s eagerness to get this underway, especially since she obviously knew what was coming. This evening was going to be very interesting indeed. She nodded her agreement and Laura tripped off to the staff rest room to prepare herself.

to be continued…

What’s been happening in Gem’s world.

Oh boy, where do I start? After 5 months or so of wasted time with a man ( I use the term ‘man’ loosely) who just wanted to use me as a distraction throughout lockdown, my mental health took a tiny slide backwards and I doubted myself, my worth and my place in my world. Unfortunately, being strong minded has it’s downside, you cannot allow yourself to feel low, you cannot allow yourself to grieve openly, (it feels like I am being weak) and you cannot allow yourself to forgive yourself for trusting yet another man who would turn out to be just like every other one I have ever met. The culmination of all of the above is that my brain shut down against the onslaught of negative thoughts and feelings I was having. My brain went into remembered trauma and my PTSD kicked off good style. Everything was triggering me. I don’t even know exactly when it happened but once I was down the rabbit hole, I had the devil’s own time trying to get back out and in one piece.

During that time I had yet another kidney infection and was laid low physically as well as mentally and I really began to struggle. Then as usual my son saved me. I say as usual because, no matter what I am going through personally, if his health fails I can literally slay dragons to get to him and pick him up and put him back together again. That happened this time. He too had a kidney infection but with him it’s a double down issue because he only has one viable kidney. Quite suddenly, everything I had been going through just wasn’t important anymore and I was able to centre myself and focus on his very real health issues.

I am happy to report that we have both made a full recovery both mentally and physically and we are pretty much back to normal once more.

So, what else happened? Oh LOADS!!!

The biggest shock after the above was Graham. He sold his house last month and on the day he was leaving he came to tell me he was moving out of the country to go and live in Spain with Todd, somewhere closer to Todd’s relatives apparently. That was the day I actually found out about any of it. I haven’t heard from him since apart from one message to say they had arrived safely and were in quarantine/self isolating whatever aka COVID rules. I’m sure he will get in touch eventually but who knows? I sure as hell don’t.
I was mega upset, I cried buckets of tears for the loss of my dear friend and neighbour and my disciplinarian too. Damn that whole shit storm was a doozy to deal with. I just felt bereft!

never going to happen again. 😪😪

And then Tom got in touch to ask me why I hadn’t told him about Gray selling his house. My reply was very succinct and to the point. Why the fuck should I? He was living in the US, what all difference did it make to him whether Gray sold his house and moved to the bloody moon? None of his business, nor was it mine to have to inform him of everyone’s movements. That conversation disintegrated into a complete meltdown from him because of my shitty attitude, I told him go get a life and stay the hell out of mine and I hung up on him. Felt good, but it was short lived, he rang back to make sure I was okay and he apologised. I hate when he does that, it makes me like him all over again and quite frankly, I don’t want to like him. It hurts like fuck when it all goes wrong again.

Also never going to happen again… I think…

I give up on men, it’s official. I can no longer be arsed trying to work the buggers out. I am flying solo for the rest of my life and I don’t give a damn what anyone says, it really isn’t worth the heartache and upheaval it causes when it all goes shitfaced.

So, then we have the saga of my narcissistic sister (the biological one, not my online one who is wonderful) who won’t move out of my mum’s house and go live in her own flat, (apartment for the non Brit’s reading this) not to mention the other flat she is in the process of moving out of. Its all so much damn drama, it makes me so tired being sucked into it on a daily basis, sorting out the stupid squabbles and bickering and general nastiness that is a narcissists life blood. She needs a seriously sound spanking!

Then there is the saga of the lunatic brother who believes because he doesn’t want to think about all the bad stuff he did to my mum, like steal £17,000.00 from her over 3 years when he lived with her, none of us should talk about it, hold it up as the despicable thing it is and show it to him at every given opportunity. No, apparently we are supposed to just forgive his junkie ass and move along, nothing to see here. Let’s all play happy families! Anyone at all wanna swap?? I will happily hand those two over in a heartbeat. I’m keeping my mum and step dad though. You can’t have them, they are diamonds and utterly adorable humans.

wish it would never happen again!

Then, there was a moment when I thought about giving up writing completely. Which along the way has been needling me, telling me I haven’t got it in me anymore. No more stories to tell, no more rants, mini or otherwise to dump on a screen, no more spanking stories, no more comedy scripts, no more writing my thriller novel. I wanted to just stop. I tried it for a little while and for a very short space of time, my mind has been so quiet it damn near scared me to death. I thought I must have had a factory reset of my brain or something because it wouldn’t give me any chatter. Maybe my internal librarian had shuffled off this mortal coil. Then I remembered, Lionel isn’t real, he’s just my mind mapper, my internal filer, my go to for a word when I can’t remember it. I think I killed him. I overworked him and now he’s gone. So, ever resourceful as I am, I have a new internal librarian. She’s called Karla. I like imagining my Karla from the stories as my personal assistant. It’s creativity on a whole new level. She has fired my brain back up and some of the cylinders are a bit clogged up still but generally she appears to be steering my mind map back into safe harbour. Whoop!

Can’t wait to see what creative ideas Karla presents me with to write about. I promise, it’s only writing, I really don’t do Orange or stripes for that matter, most unbecoming, I’m too short to carry either off effectively or elegantly. So I shall keep her ideas in the written realm only.

Thank goodness it was just an aberration! All fixed now!

Life has a way of turning itself upside down here, just when I think everything is going well, there is always something to come and upset the apple cart. My previous post touched on the return of a narcissist from my past and as unpleasant as that revisit was, it did remind me how far I have come in terms of eradicating their drama from my life and living it on my own terms. I am a very proud Gem right now. I am rocking this life shit and I intend to continue to do so for a very long time to come.

Doesn’t matter how many times I say this, it is never enough!

Oh and flying solo means the spanking machine is making a welcome comeback. It is precise, it doesn’t dictate, it doesn’t answer back or argue. It just does what it says on the tin. It spanks the living daylights out of my bottom and it creates a release inside me I genuinely crave right now. Orgasms be damned I need to feel real and the pain gives me that.

I am off to set up my spanking machine, (it’s been very useful during COVID lockdown and social distancing issues). I will probably tell you something about it all at some point, but for now I’m working on getting back to the fictional characters telling their own sexy spanking stories!

It’s making a welcome comeback!

Watch out world, I am coming back with full glorious colour and no apologies for the delay. I had to fix me. I am fixed.

I’m definitely fixed this time!

A Narcissist Came Back…

Just when I thought it was safe to go back in the water… this happened.

As a few of you will be aware, I’ve been missing in action for a good while now. My life has a habit of blowing up in my face when I least expect it to. Either I have been ill or more importantly my son has been ill. I run my mum and dad’s business from my home and manage all the admin from here so that they can be elderly and spend their hard earned income and generally kick their heels up and not have the pressure. I am also a commissioned mosaic artist and a writer in my spare 5 minutes when I’m not being a full time carer for my son and doing all of the above which roughly translates to, I have no spare time right now. So, narcissists are most definitely at the top of my ‘Fuck off’ list and I want nothing to do with them.

However, they have a nasty habit of turning back up like a bad penny when you least expect it. In my opinion, my favourite punishment method of Spanking should be made mandatory for all narcissists! They would definitely think twice before trying to crawl out from under their stones if they knew they could expect a sound spanking every time they appeared!

So, this is where my narcissist pops up. 9 years ago, a woman who was considered by me as a close friend did the unthinkable and she tried to initiate online sex with Tom. Tom obviously came to me and told me about it with a ‘what the actual fuck is going on with this woman?’ tone to his voice. He was furious at her for trying to compromise him in the first place but he was even more furious that she thought he would go for it with her. Needless to say, I cut her off at the knees and we have never spoken for 7 years. Prior to this unthinkable act taking place, she had gifted me an emerald and diamond ring that I really didn’t want from her but she forced it on me by posting the damn thing to my home. It has lived inside my jewellery case, never seeing the light of day, for all of that time until she reared her ugly head two years ago asking for it back. (Apparently she had realised that it was valuable.)

I dealt with the matter by telling her that I would post it to her, she insisted she wanted to turn up at my home and collect it and we came to a Mexican stand off until I informed her she would be arrested for stalking if she came within 200 feet of my front door. (She has a history of stalking, just sayin’. She’s a proper nutcase, not a pretend one.)

Then Covid happened at us all and we were in lock down. Whoop! Anyway, that was the time I decided to try and die (literally not figuratively) with sepsis and a kidney behaving badly. She contacted me once again via Facebook messenger to say she would come over and look after my son while I was in hospital. After swearing profusely at the sheer audacity of this woman, I then realised that I could use Covid lockdown to my advantage. No travel, no visitors, no contact. No mental ex friend moving in to my home while I was stuck in hospital. She disappeared again, I thought we were done, except for the ring of course. She would not provide me with her current address. She moves home frequently, not sure why, she just never seems to stay at the same house for longer than a year or two. I still had the ring. Maybe it had all just been a ploy for her to get her foot back in the door? Who knew? Not me for sure. Meh… it didn’t matter, she was gone, I had other problems, Tom shaped problems as you will recall and I was busy.

Now, fast forward to this week. My Facebook messenger pinged me with a notification that wasn’t Jaylyn shaped, (my online adopted Sis) and I curiously opened messenger to see who had dared to contact me. I have been incommunicado for some weeks now due to my son being ill.

Of course it was her, she does have a name, but I don’t want to see it so she is just ‘that woman’. It went like this, ‘Hi hun, xx Can we talk? I still need my ring back, can I come over and collect it? xx’

Needless to say the answer was the same as previously given, address or no ring. End of.

Now she bleated and whined and coerced and manipulated for a few comments and then I opened up a can of whoop ass on her sorry arse. You know when someone has upset you, hurt your feelings and generally become a right royal pain in the ass and you don’t say any of it to them you just politely walk away and shut the door on that shit?

I had already tried that shit, it didn’t work. I reverted to my default setting of blunt ugly truth telling with no holds barred. I was done, cooked and totally fucked off with this woman and everything that was connected to her. I gave it her both barrels blazing and left no stone unturned in my list of reasons why I never wanted to even speak to her again, let alone see her. I ended it with ‘address or no ring and I will sell the fucking thing to get rid of it.’

Her address promptly appeared.

I sent the ring, I thought we were done. I deleted her access to me on messenger. SHE CONTACTED MY SON!!

Fuck me, I saw every shade of red in a nanosecond and I wanted to commit murder! Then I remembered! She’s a narcissist! She won’t go away the conventional way. She had come back to tell me I had hurt her too, I had said she was a drama queen and pathetic. Pathetic is not a word I would usually use to describe someone like this but I guess it might fit. Regardless, I hadn’t said it, but I didn’t take the bait, instead I agreed with her and said yes she was, to both. Guilty as charged.

She told me she loved me and held no malice towards me and she would love me forever because I had been such a good friend to her for all those years. Apparently, sorry isn’t in her vocabulary. She never apologised for trying to get it on with Tom. Not once.

Fucking narcissists are a nightmare to deal with and almost impossible to shake off. Be aware peeps! Don’t fall into their trap, it’s like falling down Alice’s fucking rabbit hole! Who knows where you will end up??

Anyway, I might be back, we shall see…

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