Missing The Game

September 7, 2007 – 10:00 am
Amy is treated to a lobster dinner by her husband and ignored later in favor of a basketball game. She conspires to get un-ignored.   Like getting kissed one moment and being spanked the very next, Lester took me out to a lobster dinner that night, then hurried home to one of his stupid basketball games. Deciding I was too full and aroused to be angry--I really love lobster--I sat in my favorite position, between his legs, with my cheek resting on his thigh. I pretended he knew I was there. Playing with the cuff of his pants, thinking of our adventures the night before and how wonderful he looked, I snuck a peek at his craggy face. Then I realized what my real problem was and wondered if I had taken my pill. He felt my eyes. "What?" he said, trying to look at me and the TV both. "I was just thinking how much I love you." He said, "I love you too, Amy, but let me ...

 

Sweet Pea

September 6, 2007 – 10:00 am
This story is being written today based on a few assumptions.  Number one assumption is that Colleen is only writing one letter each week to me. Another assumption I am making is that it has been agreed that we would try our best to write two letters each week.  We would be mailing them from the closest easiest post-office because it does not matter how long it takes for the letters to get here.  If they are mailed regularly and with punctuality they will arrive with regularity.  Colleen knows how much Brian needs to see her writing and knows at least something of what was happening in her life to keep his inpatients in check.      Colleen and Brian had already had confrontations about this.  Too many times Brian had begged in his letters for this little favor.  He told her they did not have to be long letters.  He told her they all didn't have to have a fantasy.  He told her ...

 

No Holding Back

September 5, 2007 – 10:00 am
     Alyse  excused  herself  and  went to the bathroom, where she cleaned up and returned.  She had taken the time to  fix  herself up,  straightening  out  her  sweater,  refastening  her bra, and pulling her skirt back into place.  I started to get up, but  she knelt  beside  me  for a briefly and whispered in my ear, "You're not done yet." Her breath smelled of mouthwash. I turned over on my back, wearing only my shirt, my cock  at half-  staff.   She  smiled  as  she cradled my head in her right arm.  "I'm not done yet," I repeated, my face turning quizzical. "Don't you have something for me?" she whispered. "Like what?" "Oh, I don't know." She gently eased my head  to  the  floor and  stood up.  From my prone position, I had a worms-eye view of the world, and that world included a perfect look  right  up  her blue  denim  skirt, all the way to the white-pantied crotch.  Not satisfied that I could see all that ...

 

Spanking Lottery

September 4, 2007 – 10:00 am
     I was surprised, to say the least.  As most everyone knew her name and had seen her pictures all over the world, I was surprised that I had won the drawing to give her the spanking she so obviously deserved and needed.  In an effort to raise money for her legal fees and such, a worldwide lottery was held.  Five dollars American bought the chance to soundly spank those gor- geous buns.  I figured the five bucks was worth it just for the fantasy.  Over a half-million dollars was raised and I was shocked to get the certified letter telling me I had won.  I phoned and identified myself, they wired me a round trip ticket and two days later I was jetting to the West Coast.      Her lawyer met me at the airport and told me that his own wife had suggested the spanking and the lottery idea followed. "Even though my client didn't commit the actual assault, nor was she ...

 

Pushing The Limit

September 3, 2007 – 10:00 am
The two girls were in a major predicament. I smiled as I stood by the window of the cabin and looked outside. The sun was shining and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Even in the cabin I could smell the fresh mountain air. Not a sniff of pollution or people. We were safely secluded and miles from civilization. It was going to be a glorious day.     I turned and studied the girls. They were both naked, lying face down on the carpet. A large piece of duct tape covered each of their mouths. Each girl had her arms folded behind her back and a length of soft white cord bound her arms together, leaving her bare ass completely exposed. The girls' ankles were also securely bound, crisscrossed so their knees could be kept apart, legs flat against the floor.     The girls faced the fireplace, slightly away from me, their eyes frightened and wide. They had lifted their heads and were ...

 

Birthday Paddle

September 2, 2007 – 10:00 am
Linda caught my eye at the antique show.  Although I didn't really go out of my way to do so, we kept running into each other, exchanging quick glances.  She had a smile that was magical--a naughty little smile that meant mischief--yet so subtle she could easily deny ever having "lead me on."  Yet I must confess it was those two perfect buns that caused me to give her a second glance. Her tight jeans left nothing to the imagination--the curves were flawless, particularly at the "sit spot" where cheeks meet thighs. And those jeans exhibited just the right amount of wear at that sexy "sit spot" to produce a bull's eye.  I imagined the concentric circles of target, and what fun it would be to watch those buns wiggle as I smacked them!      She knew exactly what she was doing.  When I came by, she would cast a quick glance, and bend over slightly, examining some object.  She didn't look back at me ...

 

Taking The Punishment

September 1, 2007 – 10:00 am
I was very nervous as I waited outside the principal's office.  It was like being back in school myself.  My name is Sheila Hennessey and I was thirty-one years old that cold November afternoon.  I'd been summoned to school because my son, Grant, had gotten into a fight and was going to be suspended, or possibly expelled.   I sat there wishing, for the ten-thousandth time, that my husband, James, hadn't gotten himself killed in a stupid accident while driving drunk.  I wished I was younger and prettier and had a husband to help me.  I'd looked at myself in the mirror before leaving the office.  I was still attractive but I had a streak of gray in my brown hair and new lines around my eyes.   I was wearing a new suit with a fashionably short skirt.  I blessed my mother's genes for ensuring that I had the legs to wear it.  After twenty minutes I was ushered into the principals office.  ...

 

Getting Ready For A Long Night

August 31, 2007 – 10:00 am
"You look delightful," I said as she stood nervously.  "Everybody`ll be pleased to see you later I'm sure." I went to the desk and opened the drawer to find the ruler I kept there for just these occasions.  Julie's face drained of colour as she looked on. "Hands on your head young lady." I often had her stand like this, I think because she hates it and it makes her breasts stand to attention that much more it gives me a thrill. I put the ruler to one side for a moment as she stood and readied herself. "Chest and bottom right out," I scolded.  She responded immediately pushing her ripe young breasts out before her and arching her back to offer her bottom. "Good girl. Maybe just a little further though." I cupped one of her breasts in my hand and took her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and placed my other hand on her bottom.  "That's a good girl," I ...

 

Whipping Boy

August 30, 2007 – 10:00 am
I was lounging on the couch with my legs up on the coffee table.  It had been a hard day at work, and I was exhausted.  Elizabeth was in the kitchen preparing supper.  I could see her cute petite frame with a perky ass and nice curves.  She was a sweet treat to watch.  As she carried two plates of food to the coffee table, she gave me a lovely smile.  Her eyes twinkled.  "Thank you darling," I said. "You are welcome," she responded. Curling up beside me, she started eating her dinner. "Do we have anything to drink?" "Oh, I will get it for you.  Hold on," Elizabeth said. She hopped up and brought me back a cold beer in no time at all. "Thank you baby." As we ate the fried chicken and mashed potatoes, the television played.  I don't remember what the show was but I almost dropped my food when I saw the woman character.  She was dressed in a black leather ...

 

Looking Back

August 29, 2007 – 10:00 am
   Master opens his eyes and adjust them to the morning sunrise creeping across the carpet from the glass of the sliding doors. He reaches and pats the warm empty space where his slave was snuggled and realizes that she has gotten up earlier. Pulling back the covers, He throws his feet over the side of the bed and feels the fuzziness of the carpet. Smelling the aroma of the morning coffee, Master follows it to the kitchen and sits at his place by the end of the table.    Slave is adorned with her black collar and short red silk robe exposing her upper thighs just the way her Master likes it. She shivers from the vigor of his stare upon her and hurries across the room with his coffee. Kneeling at his feet, she lowers her head and reaches out and says "Good morning Master, your coffee."    Master relieves his slave from the hot cup and bids her, "That will be ...

 

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