As some people on here may remember, I had an account on here before, similar to this one. I had to get rid of it due to personal reasons. I am afraid soon, I may or may not be able to come on here anymore. Will keep you updated if I can, but if not, then I may have to leave here and not log back on. My reasons are not ones I would wish to discuss, and if you enjoyed conversing with me then I am sorry. I will think fondly of many of the people I met here both times, brief as they were. Hope you all stay happy and healthy.
Well today is a new day. Let's see what i can do today that wouldnt get me in trouble. Hmmmm well .... Dammmm
1 no swearing... Shit that's going to be fucken hard.
2 clean house
3 not use toy with out permission (to late)
4 no back talking...
5 no rolling eyes
6 no stomping feet
7 no being a brat
8 no being sassy
9 no have a bad attitude...
10. No being snappy
I am so going to to be in trouble LORD. ..
OMG!!! Was coming home from Walmart and stopped to get some gas. When I pulled in I noticed these two police officers looking at a woman who was smoking while filling up and I'm thinking wow, what an idiot.
So I go in, pay for my gas and Dr.Pepper and as I was checking out, I hear someone screaming "look outside" the woman's arm is on fire!!!
She's running around like a chicken with its head cut off, waving her arm around and just going crazy. Everybody in the store goes out and the police put her on the ground and were putting the fire out with an extinguisher. After all the drama, I start walking to my car and I see the officer putting her in handcuffs. The guy next to me is like, "what the heck?!? He asked the officer what in the world they were arresting her, after all, wasn't catching her arm on fire punishment enough? Kid you not, the officer looked him dead in the eye and said, "For waving a Firearm". Hehehe
Give u a little insite on me ...
I have u ad many heart w breaks in my life but the one that stands out WAS my daughter nevaehs death on April 1 1999. I was. About 151/2 weeks pregnant I was feeling the baby move and all was going good. Finally after 8 miscarriages I was going to have another Baby it was a blessing I was so happy then I felt something was wrong I went to the Dr they said. Her heart had stopped . I was heart broken felt so lost the Dr told me I would need. A d&c they gave me meds so I wouldn't remember for along TIME that I was pregnant. About 4 weeks after she was gone I woke up cause I heard a baby crying in my dream and I flipped out screaming for my baby is WAS one of the worst part moments of my life she. Was gone never h ot to hold her or feed the her... She was gone. The hospital didn't give us her remands so I couldn't help bury my her....its heart breaking and For long time I blamed myself. She is my Angel in heaven.... Thank for reading
Samantha was very quiet. A night in jail had scared her. She hoped Mr. Stern, would come through for her. She was going to court this morning, to be arraigned and the judge would set ball. You'd think I killed someone! It was just one little outfit. That security guard grabbed her, she should sue them, she thought angrily. Shouldn't be long now. She was in the holding area of the town court.
She heard her name, and the policeman ushered her into the courtroom. She was looking for Mr. Stern, but was led to a table. She sat waiting. The judge came in, she was looking around, when suddenly, David King, stood next to her.
The judge issued a provisional dismissal. She just said, " yes", and Mr. King took her arm and led her out of court. He said nothing. He stopped and signed some papers, handed her a pen and pointed to a line. She signed her name. He took her arm again, and they left the courthouse. He walked her to his car, opened her door, and she got in. He started the car and drove away.
She was nervous but grateful to be out, "Thank you, Mr. King. It was just a silly prank, really. I was going to bring then back. But, ummm... Thank you for helping and I'm sorry about my grades. Things have been bad at home, but it'll all turn out ok, you'll see. I graduated afterall. Right?"
He didn't turn or acknowledge her.
"Are you taking me to my house? I'd appreciate it. I'm sure my Mum must be worried. " He said nothing, but he was no longer driving towards her house. He was headed towards the escarpment, where the rich people lived. "Are you taking me to see Janie? Oh, I've missed her! I'd love to see her!" Still he said nothing.
"Well, look, I know I got into a bit of trouble. I'm sorry, really sorry. I won't do it again......I promise!!".
Still, he drove on, without a word. Nervous now, she stopped talking.
King turned into his private road and into the six bay garage, the door closing behind them. He came around and opened her door. She got out. Again, he took her arm, and led her into the house. He walked her downstairs, into a bathroom. He handed her a robe and a several towels. He pointed at the shower, turned it on, and left.
"What was going on?" asked Samantha, quietly. Oh, maybe he wanted sex. He had turned up in court for her, afterall. She knew this game. Ok, she thought, he had paid her tuition and it sure beat jail.
She got into the shower, washed her hair and got out. She put on the robe and reached for her clothes. They were gone, as was her purse, her coat and her shoes. She turned the doorknob, it was locked. There was another door, so she tried it. It opened into a big room. It had several benches, similar to Mr Stern's study, only with different restraints and pulleys. There were a variety of implements on the wall. There was all sorts of equipment, she'd never seen, and tables with straps.
"It was clear to her now, he had a another plan, for her. It wouldn't be wining and dining. There would be no glamorous travel. He was going to punish her. She had to get him talking. She had to charm him, to turn things around! She'd seduce him. She'd use her body to get what she wanted. That was the way to get around a man!. He'd want her and if she would let him have her, he'd better change his tune, or she'd cry bloody murder!! There were a few bottles of water and some fruit on the table. She helped herself, then waited.... No one came. She yelled out after 30 minutes. Still no one came. All of her things were gone, her clothes and her phone. What could she do?? She pounded on the door, but it seemed to be covered in some kind of padding. She hit her fist, as hard as she could, against it, but it only made a dull sound. She looked everywhere for a phone or a key, but found neither. She checked the bathroom. There wasn't even a razor.
Resigned, she started looking at all the equipment. She was remembering how Mr. Stern had found her, locked to the bench. It seemed so long ago now, but it had been only a month or so. Ok, so what if he did spank her? If he was like Mr. Stern, there would also be alot of pleasure involved. She'd go along. He was probably mad about her grades and then the shoplifting thing. She'd be a good girl, take her spanking and go home. She'd apologize and be like his little Janie. She'd cry and say she was sorry and he'd forgive her. Janie always said, that once he'd punished her, all was forgiven. So it would be OK.
She even liked a warm bottom. She didn't love getting the spanking, that much. It hurt, but she loved how stingy her ass felt, when Stern had sex with her, afterwards. It made her so hot and juicy!!
She yawned, it must be hours now, since she arrived. She curled up on the biggest bench and closed her eyes for a minute. She was soon fast asleep.
David King left his meeting in town, satisfied that everything was going according to plan. He phoned the Lakehouse to see how things were going. Janie answered the phone.
"Hi, Daddy. How was your trip home?"
"Fine, Janie. How was class?"
"Everything went fine today, Daddy. I'm up in my room. I had to stand, my bottom still hurts so. It feels like I just got my spanking. I couldn't even put my panties on. I had a blister, that the elastic kept rubbing against. I'm sorry Daddy. You'll see, I'm going to make you proud again."
"I know that, Janie. You needed a very good tanning and I should have given it to you, sooner. I have been too easy on you, Princess. But, I mean to be very strict, from now on! I'm sure you'll be sleeping on your tummy, for a few days."
"I know, I deserved it, Daddy. I don't think I will be able to sit down for a week. Uncle James called us down for lunch. I asked if I could stand, and he thought I was being a baby! I went with him, into his office, to show him my bum. He gave me some cream and let me stand at the counter to eat. He says you'd blistered my bottom, good. I asked to stay in my room after class and he agreed, but I have to come down for dinner. I hope he lets me stand, Daddy!"
"Well, he's the boss, Janie... And Evan, while I'm gone. You do as you're told. "
"Yes, Sir, I will."
Now he turned his attention to another young lady, a very naughty girl. He'd phoned her Mother, to tell her about her arrest. She was happy to put Samantha in his hands. She'd given up trying to discipline her. It seemed everyone had given up on her. He would not.
Samantha slept on the largest of the padded tables. She'd found a pillow and a blanket. She awoke to a bell and found a tray, with dinner. She ate, but wondered, who had brought it? Where was Mr. King?
She thought of what had happened to land her here.... The poor grades, the trouble she'd gotten into, and the shoplifting... Mr. Stern must have called Mr. King . She couldn't put it all together, but felt, like she was in more serious trouble, than she'd thought. She'd been here all day and into evening. Would her Mother look for her? Probably not, she'd been very rude to her, lately. She began to cry. What was she supposed to do?? She didn't know. This was worse than jail! How long did he plan to keep her here?
David watched her cry. Tears already, Samantha? Why I haven't, even, given you anything to cry about... yet. But I will, you naughty girl, You'll cry many tears before we are through.
my life has been a living hell since day one I have learned to live this way I have been homeless several times, did what I had to do to get by. Stolen,lied, been dishonest I have a lot of guilt. A lot of anger most of all a lot of Lonely days years life. I grew up. Not feeling good enough f or anyone so I said didn't care about anything. Drank,drug's, slept with who ever I wanted. Didn't care. I thought screw it it's my life. Let people use me abuse me talk down to me . Because I felt bad useless . Still do to this day. Sad but true. I am a very honest woman now. That part has changed. I don't drink or do drug's and I don't sleep around anymore. Now I am almost 51... And looking b ack on my life I have nothing to show that I am a good person. Not one thing. It sucks. It really does I have. A heart if gold everyone sees it. Most take advantage of it. And run a ith it... Have always wanted someone to show me. That' I matter that I am worth something. Don't know know if I will ever find that person . Who knows how much longer I will have to live life has go by so fast and I wasted it on dumb shit is it to late for. Me I have no clue...... Screams unheard........
So today I saw a really hot older guy spank his son at McDonalds for dropping his French fries on the floor. So I also dropped my French fries on the floor. ;)
I can't believe
that it's come to this
passing in the night
like sailing ships
a string of pearls
and the sting of whips
I can't believe
that it's come to this
left all alone
just to reminisce
about the come on looks
while biting your lips
your cruel words
are like honey drips
I can't believe
that it's come to this
with a veil of tears
that I can't resist
first the boudoir pose
then a stolen kiss
counting all your blessings
on my fingertips
I can't believe
that it's come to this
from your garter straps
and your silken slips
to those nylon legs
and your stiletto tips
I'll explore every inch
with my willing lips
I can't believe
that it's come to this
now the Cartier
on her slender wrist
says she has to go
but she must insist
to do it all again
just to reminisce
I can't believe
that it's come to this
LOOKING FOR A Mature OLDER MALE IN OR AROUND THE ROGERS, ARKANSAS AREA....
LOOKING FOR A PLAY PARTNER..
MUST HAVE OWN VEHICLE AND PLAY PLACE
MUST BE IN THE LIFESTYLE
MUST ALLOW SAFE WORDS
SAFE SANE AND CONSENSUAL
MUST HAVE SPANKING IMPLEMENTS
NO BLOOD, NO WHIPS, NO CANES, NO BONDAGE...NO SEX..
CORNER TIME YES OTK SPANKING YES BARE BOTTOM YES
FULL NUDE NO
OLDER THAN ME YES
I AM 29
PLEASE MESSAGE ME IF INTERESTED!
I am sittin here on a VERY sore bottom ( which will be more sore before the night ends)... ive made no secret of my life...the good n the bad... my accomplishments n my failures.. ive had many ups n downs .. ive made some enemies here ( that I wont lose any sleep over) as well as some very nice n good friends....
Years n Years n Years ago I had a online, phone relationship with someone for well over a yr.ill call him "P". it began durin a time I was leavin my husband n into when I had already left n was livin on my own.. this man won my heart, hook , line n sinker.. he told me he loved me n cared for me .. ya know.. all the bullshit lies any gal wants n needs to hear.. n then we parted.. he married n is still with his wife, I met n moved in with Dave n am still here... we had stayed in touch thru email only... always me reachin out to say hi n wish him a Happy Birthday each year n we might exchange ONE email past that for another year...
Dave has spanked me since day one... we have had some good times but for the most part its been bad... so bad I moved out after 3.5 yrs n once again lived on my own for 15 months before he asked me back.. promising it would b different n better.. I did move back but it didn't get better.... there was so much missin..
ive been a member here for over 7 yrs.. never once reachin out or seekin a partner.. that is until "P" from years ago contacted me one day n it was like we had never parted.. he gave me his phone number right off, we talked, he phone spanked me, scolded me, we caught up on a lot. told me had missed me, I thanked him for findin me n he said "we found each other"... I felt reborn.. I dunno what it was bout this guy but I loved him... truly loved him... n THEN the bombshell... I found out I wasn't his "only lil girl" .......that hurt a lot... more than I can even try to put into words... i hadnt found out cause he told me.. i found out on here.. with a post she wrote to him... i guess i wasn't supposed to get hurt by that..but i did... stupid me, n that hurt made me do things I'm not proud of..
anyways.. it ended very ugly n now he hates me...but i guess i needed him to hate me now..
then i met Poppy aka masterblaster on here...we both had been honest with each other from the start as to our home situations etc... both knowin we would never meet in real life... never touch in real life.. but clearly somethin big was missin from our "real" life or else neither of us would even of been HERE to start with n surely wouldn't of turned to each other tryin to fill that void.. we had so many struggles along the way but i kept my heart guarded this time.. nope not letting that happen again...we talked on the phone often , texted n emailed back n forth, stayed in contact thru here, he phone spanked me one time, never did anything sexual come into our relationship other than ONE story i wrote FOR him n ONE he wrote for me.... it is now over tween us due to reasons on his part n there will b no pickin up where we left off... i hope hes happy.. i truly do n i wish him the best...
now back to the reason for this blog...
after it ended with "P"......i fessed up to Dave.. told him EVERYTHIN as hard as it was... n he beat me.. not spanked me.. he beat me..it started as a spankin but i felt all his anger .. i tried to take it but i ended up curled up in a ball while the blows struck anywhere he could hit... i wore welts n bruises from my heels to the back of my neck ...he called me names.. n accused me of more than i had done but i guess i deserved it.. all of it....
things still didn't improve with dave n i .. n then Poppy came along.. n as i said.. i did not let my heart get involved so it was easier when it ended n as i also said.. i hope hes happy n things get better in his real life too... BUT i hadn't told Dave this time.. that is not until last night..
he asked me to have a few drinks with him... at first i declined but ive been so busy n stressed with so many things that i relented n gave in... my drink of choice Annisettes ( black licorice flavored liquor).. we started out drinkin in silence.. then i got giggly n the next thing i knew i was a cryin mess n fessed up to him bout Poppy too..tellin him EVERTHIN... i kept expectin him to get up n beat the hell out of me...he didn't... i waited for the yelling n name callin.. it didn't come... i stole a look at his face a few times... i didn't know how to read what was on it........ soo i drank n drank n drank some more to the point i don't even remember goin to bed but i woke there this morning...
as soon as i woke i saw dave lyin there lookin at me.. i remembered last night ( before the time i forgot about).. i pulled the blanket over my head.. he pulled it back n hugged me... i was SHOCKED.....he got out of bed, came to my side n pulled me to my feet.. sat down n took me across his knee... now our whole bedroom wall is filled with implements ( the one in my pics).. but he hadn't taken any down.. he started spankin me with his hand.. gently at first n it increased as he went on.. he talked to me.. ( somethin he doesn't do)... asked me how much i remembered from the night before.. as usual my words didn't come.. i find it very hard to talk while bein spanked.. he paused n rubbed my bottom then began again.. harder this time... he asked if i remembered tellin him about Paul ( masterblaster aka Poppy).. i said yes..
he told me he wasn't mad ( WOW).. he told me he wasn't goin to lose me.. ( ive heard this before , a few times)... he said i was the most amazin woman hes ever met .. then a HARD spank as he said "r u listenin to me lil girl"... my mind was spinnin all over the place... he said "ur spoiled, ur stubborn, ur cocky n sarcastic".. continuein to spank me the entire time but not as hard as id expect him to... he said " ur also a big brat, n funny, n mischievious" more spanks " but ur also one of the most strong, lovin, caring givin person ive had the honor of knowin" ... .. i dunno why but i started cryin.. really cryin.. my bottom was stinging but not enough to make me cry n i tried not to.. i struggled very hard to hold it back but it was like a dam breakin all at once.. it just poured out of me...... n still he spanked me.. he said " ur mine! do u got that!? ur MINE.. i am NOT goin to lose u .. i love u lil girl.. ur MY lil girl.. my babygirl.. my beautiful princess.. MINE! u got that ! MINE".... now the spanks came pourin down n i struggled against them .. the tears pourin.. full gut wrenchin sobs .. i could not stop to save my life... it ended at last n he helped me up n into his lap n held me close n i continued to cry..
cryin does NOT come easy to me ..i fight against it with everythin i have..n only a few times hes brought me to tears with a spankin but those ones r usually brutal.. this one wasn't....... he held me til i calmed down n patted my bottom n told me no getting dressed today n i was goin to be spanked more but lets get breakfast out of the way...
he left me upstairs alone while he went down........i sat there for what seemed forever n askin myself what the fuck just happened???? seriously.. am i wimp????
i came down, unable to meet his eyes.. feelin like i SHOULD say somethin but didn't know what to say...... so i made breakfast in silence n we ate in silence... once we were done he caught my arm as i passed his chair n pulled me down over the ottoman.. he pulled up my nightie n ran his hands over my bottom.. asked how it felt.. i honestly told him there was no feelin of that spankin lingerin... he half laughed n said "we will have to do somethin about that" . he started spankin me again... again talkin to me.." u cried lil girl, really cried, u took me by surprise but u must have needed it... n i love that u did... i am not happy with what u told me and i don't excuse ur behavior at all but it is just as much my fault. ur not getting what u need but that is goin to change... i wont lose u.. i love u.. ur mine n ur not goin anywhere...WE r gonna fix this"... n again i felt my eyes well up n silently scolded myself "don't u DARE cry again!" n i was able to hold it back... while i was concentratin on NOT cryin i hadn't realized he had pulled out his "Daddys Hand" Paddle from his end stand n patted my bottom with it... one pat, two pats n then a full blown very hard spankin that seemed to go on forever...
i truly struggled me he held me down.. " i will NOT let this happen again... i trust u, even after all this, i still trust u.. we r gonna fix this lil girl.. its goin to be ok" n still more spanks, very hard steady spanks .. i did not cry again but it was there...
he let me up n pulled me into his lap n hugged me..rubbin my bottom the whole time.. a lil laugh as he said " ur a brat.. but ur MY brat"...
ive been spanked 2 more times since then.. the first one over the ottoman again with that Daddys Hand paddle ( in my pics) n the last time right after dinner .. he took me upstairs n LET Me pick 2 implements... i chose the leather ping pong paddle n the hairbrush paddle.. n HE picked the leather strap n my purple paddle... this session lasted the longest, very lil talkin n he pushed my limits ... again i didn't cry but my poor bottom is so sore right now....we had "playtime" too which me brought me from one screamin orgasm to another but when i tried to please him too he surprised me with " u R pleasing me.. this day is FOR u".....
i am content right now, sore but content........... :)
Really missed my morning spankings this week as Master has been poorly, even had 3 days off work, then he was away Thurs, Fri with work. Asking to see my bottom he said, oh a beautifully unmarked bottom, but certainly needs marking now.
Giving me a choice of paddle or crop, I picked the paddle. And boy forgot how painful it was, but now I'm back to a beautiful sore bruised bum and I love this feeling so much.
I have an amazingly awesome and sweet boyfriend ... who is VERY vanilla ... he feels bad if I'm a bit sore after we've had sex. how do I help him not feel guilty??? HE really does TRY but he just doesn't like inflicting pain. I've had online D/s relationships and even an in person Spanker in the past. I won't go to someone else to spank me or be directed by someone either. I want/NEED HIM to take me in hand .... any tips or suggestions is greatly appreciated!!!!
Thinking of expanding on these characters, more stories to tell with them...
Fingerpainting Part 1
Sami was delighted one Saturday afternoon when her Daddy brought home a big tablet of paper and a new kit of colorful finger-paints. Samantha, who was a thirty-two year old successful business woman, would never even have considered sticking her manicured nails into the gooey paints. But Sami was quite a different story.
David grinned as he watched his Sami - his wife of ten years, his "little girl" of the past three - putting out the paints he'd bought her. He would probably never understand what made his fiercely independent and strong willed wife crave her little girl moments. Maybe it was her strength and independence, day in and day out, that she just had to find a break from from time to time. He didn't really care what the reasons were. David had always been a caretaker, something he didn't get to practice much with Samantha. But with Sami, he got to play the Daddy role all he liked. It was a break from the real world for the both of them.
"Here, pumpkin, let's put some newspaper down on the table before you get started." David spread the newspaper over the table top as Sami fidgeted impatiently beside him. "Okay, all set."
She surprised him when, instead of launching herself at the paints, she jumped into his arms instead and gave him a tight hug. "Thank you, Daddy! You're the bestest daddy in the whole wide world!"
David smiled into the soft head of hair pressed against his neck. She smelled like baby powder and he felt himself growing hard as she wiggled her sexy little woman's body against him. She was wearing one of the outfits he'd given her for her Sami days: short red tee shirt with the word "Princess" in sparkling letters and a short denim skirt with lace trim along the hem. Her long red hair was pulled back into two pigtails and her bare toes and normally manicured fingernails were unpainted and unadorned.
He gave her skirted bottom a playful swat that brought a mischievous grin to Sami's face and another hard tug to his nether regions. She flitted away from him and occupied herself with making a mess at the table.
"Daddy, aren't you gonna paint too?" she pouted a few minutes later, looking up to see him starting downstairs to the basement with a hamper full of dirty laundry.
"No, baby. You paint me a nice picture, though, okay?"
"Okay!" She giggled and swung her feet from the chair as Daddy disappeared below stairs. One of the best things about being a little girl was not having to do laundry!
Sami worked on her painting for over an hour. Daddy came back upstairs and read the paper in on the couch, watching his little girl from time to time. She sure was cute in that get up, with more paint gathering on her face and arms by the moment, and her little nose all screwed up as she concentrated.
He was glad the finger paints were washable. He'd bet Sami had as much paint on herself as she did on her picture.
He saw her when she sat back and looked over the painting one last, critical time. Then, her face lit with a hundred watt grin and she called, "Daddy! I'm all done my piture! Here..."
"Wait right there, little lady," David said, stopping her just in time before she charged onto the cream colored livingroom carpet with her still wet painting. He pointed her back to the table where she waited impatiently for him to join her.
She grinned up at him the whole time as he looked over her shoulder and gasped at the picture she'd painted. There were two stick figures, one in red and one in blue. The red one had long waves of orange hair as well as two very large circles that were obviously intended as breasts, while the blue figure sported a rather impressive shaft that shot straight up in the air.
"Sami, what a naughty picture you've drawn!" David scolded, barely managing not to grin back at the little imp who was still so shamelessly smiling up at him. "Wherever did you see a naked man before?"
"Nation'l Geographic," she answered proudly.
At this he did laugh, which only gave Sami more reason to fidget proudly and grin all the broader. David schooled his features back into his stern Daddy face and frowned at her.
"Nice little girls do not draw pictures of naked people, Sami," he scolded. The sound of the dryer buzzer in the basement carried up the stairs. "Now, why don't you see if you can draw a NICE picture for Daddy, okay?"
"Okay, Daddy!"Sami watched her Daddy disappear down the basement steps again and looked back at her picture. She didn't see what was so bad about it, really.
She sat back at the table and tried to think of something NICE to draw for Daddy; while she thought she stared at the blank white wall across from her. Samantha was always telling David they should get a picture for that bare wall. In fact she had a specific painting from the local artisan's gallery that she especially wanted just for that spot, but David had said it was simply too expensive. As she looked at the stark white of the wall, she thought of how Daddy didn't like her bare people in the picture. And she suddenly got an idea. She giggled.
It was awfully quiet, David thought, as he folded the last of the clean clothes and carried the laundry basket upstairs. He had friends who joked about how anytime their kids got really quiet, trouble had to be brewing. He wondered if the same rule applied to his thirty-two year old "kid." And he wondered what his friends would say if they saw him and Samantha playing Daddy/little girl games.
He set the basket down near the top of the stairs and went to look in on Sami. He found her in the dining room, still busy finger-painting - except this time her canvas was the large, blank white wall across from where she'd been sitting before.
"Sami!" he erupted, staring at her in disbelief, hands on his hips. He sputtered for a moment, having no words to express his surprise.
Sami beamed over one shoulder and stepped back from her mural, arms spread wide in presentation. She'd drawn a large red heart on the wall, and printed in her Sami letters, "Sami luvs Dady." There were flowers and butterflies added as well.
"How's this Daddy? See, I drew you a NICE piture!"
Recovering some, David reminded himself that the paints were washable. "Yes, it's a nice picture, honey, but it's on the wall. You know better than to draw on the wall, Sami!"
Sami's lower lip trembled. "I just wanted everybody to see it!" Her eyes narrowed and she stamped one foot. " 'Sides, the wall was BARE - just like the people in my other piture, and you didn't like them bein' bare, so I thought you'd like the wall better if it wasn't bare!"
David studied her thoughtfully a moment. "That's some logic there, Sami," he said finally. "But you still know better than to draw on walls. You're going to clean all that paint off right now. And then you're going to go up to your room for a good spanking and a long nap!"
"No!" Sami shouted. David's eyebrows shot up and he stared at her, dumbfounded. Boy, she was really asking for it today. "I like my piture! And why can't it stay on the wall? You won't let me buy the other painting I want, so I'm keeping this one!"
So, that's what was behind this, huh? Samantha was breaking the rules of the game here. The realities of Samantha's adult world were not supposed to cross over into Sami's activities. What she was doing seemed to dawn on her as David stood there, just staring hotly at her. Finally, he sighed.
"You have two choices, Samantha," he said. "You clean off this wall like you're told, you go upstairs and get your spanking and take a nap. Or, you can keep your little tantrum up, I'll spank you down here, THEN you'll clean off the wall, and you'll go upstairs for a good licking with my belt. Choose."
Oh boy. Samantha swallowed hard. 'Sami' was suddenly gone from his vocabulary, and he'd threatened her with a belt licking - he only spanked Sami, he never used his belt. She'd crossed the line here and he apparently was going to remind her of the parameters of their play.
"Look at me," he requested, his voice all authority but still calm and soft. She forced herself to meet his hard eyes. Suddenly his gaze softened. "Are you going to be my good little girl, or not?"
She nodded. Her throat was thick with emotion. He was giving her a second chance.
She went into the kitchen and returned with a sponge and soapy water. It took a while to clean the wall, and David sat behind her and watched her work. He was silent and Samantha wondered what he was thinking.
When she finally finished cleaning, she returned to the kitchen and washed her hands, arms and face. David was putting the finger-paints back in their box and she tried not to pout; she doubted she'd be seeing those again any time soon.
"I want you upstairs, nose in the corner, Sami," he said, not even looking up at her. "I'll be up directly."
Sami trudged up the stairs and placed herself where David had instructed. She felt so bad, and it was strange because their Sami/Daddy times almost always ended with a spanking. This time was different though because she'd used their scene to get a little revenge on David for something outside the Sami/Daddy world. It hadn't been fair. He never punished Sami for things Samantha did.
When David came into the room, he paused to run one hand over her head. "There's my good girl."
She sniffled and blinked back tears. She didn't feel like his good girl, not the least little bit.
She heard the springs in the bed when he sat down. "Come on over here, Sami."
She practically tripped over her feet as she flew to his side and she hugged him fiercely. "I'm sorry... I..."
"Shh, baby." David hugged her back. He knew she'd realized her mistake and felt badly about it. "Shh, honey, Daddy's gonna make it all better. Okay? You trust Daddy to do that for you?"
Without a moment's hesitation, she nodded.
"Okay, then. Up you go." Sami stood before David and watched quietly as he unbuttoned her skirt, then pushed it off her hips, followed by her white cotton panties. She stepped out of the puddle of clothes and obeyed his instruction to lay over his knees.
"I think my little girl got a bit too big for her britches today," he commented as he surveyed the full, rounded bottom of the woman he had married. "So, this is going to be a long, hard lesson for you, Sami. So next time, you'll remember that you are Daddy's little girl."
His large hand fell to her backside with a loud CRACK! and Sami jumped. He was spanking so hard, no little warm ups or playful love taps. She squeezed her eyes shut and willed herself to accept his punishment, knowing afterwards that her mistake would be forgiven and forgotten.
David gave Sami a thorough hand spanking until her backside was an overall hot cherry red. She'd been stoic at first but hadn't been able to stop her gasps and jerks after she'd been over his lap for ten minutes. He spanked on at least another five minutes, then only stopped because his hand hurt so badly.
He hadn't said anything since he'd started spanking her but now he broke that silence. "Sami, go and get your paddle for Daddy."
She leaned back and looked at him and he could see that she wanted to protest. Any other time she would have. The paddle was for punishment and Sami's spankings were usually only for play, done with his hand alone. He met her eyes squarely and waited. Slowly, she got to her feet and walked into the closet to get her paddle from its shelf.
She returned to him a minute later and handed him the long maple paddle that he'd had made especially for her. Her full name was on the back of it, along with the date of their wedding.
David held Sami's chin up so she couldn't look away from him. "Daddy's going to paddle you now, Sami. I want you to remember that Daddy loves you very much. Next time you should remember this paddling and remember to be my good little girl. Because our times together should be fun. Not like this. Okay?"
She nodded. He sensed she would have agreed to anything so she could just be forgiven. He'd already forgiven her, of course, though he knew her well enough to realize she needed this to forgive herself.
She climbed over his lap again and David looked down at her already very red behind. He could see his own fingerprints there. "Your bottom's a finger-painting all of its own," he commented and his heart felt lighter when he heard her giggle from below.
He started paddling, eager now to finish this up. The paddle was long enough to cover both of Sami's cheeks in one swing and she was soon squealing and crying out with each swat.
"Whose little girl are you?" SMACK!
"Yours, Daddy! Ow, Ohh!"
"Are you going to remember that next time?" The paddle continued its loud report across her fanny.
"Oh! Yes, Daddy, I promise I will! Ouch! Ooowwie!"
"No more manipulating Daddy?" SSMMAACK! "No more trying to get even?"
"No! I promise!"
Now he allowed the paddle to do all of his talking for him, Sami dancing and jumping on his lap, trying to avoid his aim while at the same time fighting to be his good girl and submit to his punishment.
"Oh! Daddy! Owwww! Please! Stop! I'll be a good girl!"
David stopped. The paddle fell to the floor. "You better be good," he growled.
Samantha flopped over on her husband's thighs, screeching when her bottom met his denim covered legs. David chuckled and helped her move so she was on her hip. He cradled her in his arms and rubbed her hot, spanked cheeks.
"I love you, Samantha Marie." He kissed her forehead.
"I love you too, David. Thank you."
David cradled his wife until she fell into an awkward sleep. She'd had a busy day and an exhausting session over his lap so he wasn't surprised when he looked down to see her eyes closed. He laid her as gently as he could on the bed and covered her with a blanket. He was about to go back downstairs to turn on the game, when he looked back at her. Sleep sounded pretty good to him right then, too. So he joined her on the bed, and cuddled her against him, loving the feel of her breath as it fell against his neck. He sighed and closed his eyes. Being the Daddy in this house could be a very tiring job.
If you liked this story, you can find others on Amazon thru Blushing Books under the pen name Jodi Bella :)
Lay me down tie me up talk to me about how u want me to be show me how u want me to be. Teach me. Punish me make M me learn... Teach me to obey I give myself to u fully. No questions no saying no... Just. Release myself too u serve you. Love you honor you. Kneel for u. Beg for u to make k e the best sub I can be...this Sir*Dear Sir I beg of you.... Let me show you how good I can be. . Kneels before you....
This was the first short story I ever wrote and posted online, back in the sss newsgroup days. Thank you to everyone who has been supportive of my books being released thru Blushing Books and on Amazon (under pen name Jodi Bella)!
THE PRACTICAL JOKE
It's hard not to giggle as he steps out of his shower into the bedroom to dress for the dinner party. I quickly slip past him into my own shower where I allow myself a silent laugh.
Knowing that it won't take him long to make the discovery, I make my shower short. I'm just stepping into the bedroom, wrapped in a bath sheet, as he booms my name-- first, middle, and last, a sure sign I'm in trouble -- from the closet.
"Yes, dear?" I call sweetly. Okay, maybe the 'dear' is a bit much.
My handsome fiance appears at the door of the walk-in closet in his terry cloth bathrobe, his hands on his lean hips. His blue eyes narrow on me.
"What did you do with my underwear?"
"Your underwear?" I play dumb, as I walk over to him and peek past him to the open, empty drawer where he keeps his boxers.
"Yes, Miss. Innocent, my underwear. And don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about! I had a full drawer this morning, now it's empty, and I can't find any of them!"
I bat my eyelashes at him and pout a little, acting hurt by his accusations. "Honestly, honey, I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Mmm-hmmm." His hand falls from his hip to grab my waist and before I can blink, he has me face down over his lap. He yanks the bath sheet up to my waist and lands a loud smack to my bare bottom.
"Maybe this will help you remember," he says, adding more spanks to the first. My bottom is quickly warming up from his attention, and it feels wonderful. I play dumb still, not wanting him to stop yet.
"I don't know what happened to your damn underwear!" Ouch - that 'damn' got me a really hard swat. "Ouhhh! Ouch! Your meanie!"
"We have guests due to arrive in fifteen minutes, little girl. I suggest you tell me where you hid my boxers so we can both get dressed before they show up. Or maybe you'd like me to continue your spanking for their enjoyment...?"
"You wouldn't!" I am both excited and appalled at the idea.
"Try me." Each word is ground out and accompanied by an especially smart slap.
"Okay, okay!" I relent, reluctantly. "I confess! It was me! I hid your underwear! It was just a practical joke...."
He has let me up from his lap and now holds me between his legs. "Well, your little joke just earned you another session over my lap at bedtime tonight. You definitely need to learn some respect for other people's belongings." His hand moves from my hips to caress my breasts, now bare since the bath sheet has come undone and fallen away. "For instance, these are yours. See how I respect them?" His thumbs gently flick over the hard nipples and he bends his head to suckle one tip.
By this time, what with the anticipation all day of waiting for my surprise to be discovered, my newly warmed bottom, and this new attention, I am nearly crazy with wanting him. I can see through his robe that he is aroused as well. I reach one hand out to touch him, but he grabs my hand and pulls it back.
His eyes are knowing and his smile is wicked. He knows exactly what he is doing to me. The only comfort is that he is obviously in a state of painful arousal as well. "No time for that now, little one. Guests due in ten minutes. Now, where are my boxers?"
Grumpily, I kneel to pull the bag of underwear from its hiding place under the bed. He gives me a stinging swat that sends me towards the closet and I reluctantly go inside to choose clothes for the dinner party I am suddenly wishing I could cancel.
His voice carries in to me as I pull my underwear drawer open. "NO panties. Hear me?"
An entirely new wave of arousal washes over me. Not only am I going to have to wait all night long, with a red hot bottom, for another delicious spanking and then finally the sex I want, but I'm going to have to do it without panties on as well. I don't know how I'll survive the anticipation.
"I hear you," I grumble.
His laugh carries into the closet. In the distance, the doorbell chimes. "I'll go greet our guests," he calls.
I can hear the conversation and laughter downstairs from the landing outside our bedroom and I pause to compose myself. My panty-less bottom feels like a neon sign through my dress. I'm sure that everyone will know I'm not wearing any underwear.
I am still gathering my courage, eyes closed, and counting to ten, when he appears at the bottom of the stairs, a teasing grin on his handsome face. He climbs the stairs and takes hold of my hands, one in each of his.
"You're very pretty," he says, still grinning that obnoxious grin. "Let's see, did you obey me?" He turns me around and lifts the full skirt of my dress. His chuckle makes me want to turn around and smack him in the face, even as my sex twitches when he gives my bottom a possessive pat. "Good girl. Come on, sweetheart, we're just waiting for you."
I face him again, take his hand and descend the stairs, forcing a smile on my face, and mentally preparing myself for a long evening.