Knife Play

"You've been a very bad girl," he said into my ear. "Lay on your stomach." 

I rolled over and looked back at him wondering what he was going to do next. He surveyed my body and ran his hand down my back, resting it on my ass.

 

I flinched when his hand came down hard across my bottom. Several more swats followed.

 

"You've been very naughty lately, haven't you?" he asked as he continued spanking.

 

"Yes, sir. I have been," I said quietly.

 

He reached forward and grasped my hair with his free hand, pulling my head back while more swats landed.

"These need to get out of the way," he said while running his fingers beneath the waistband of my panties.

I heard the distinct click of his pocket knife opening. I stayed still as I felt the cold metal of the blade run down my back, then my bottom and thighs.

He rested it on my panties before slicing through one side of them, then the other. It was silent except for the sound of tearing lace.

Once they were all cut up he tossed them to the floor. The blade ran over my body again causing a shiver.

"You need to be spanked more," he whispered in my ear.

I didn't disagree.

 

He strapped me then caned me until I was nicely colored up and whimpering.

He rubbed my bottom and his fingers explored between my legs to locate my excitement.

He whispered into my ear how I could show him I'd be a good girl.

I quickly complied. I am a good girl sometimes.

Tolerance- Fantasy vs Reality

There are times when I really crave a spanking. Yeah I'm a spanko, so that's not all that surprising. But there are those times when I crave it even more and want something intense. This past week was one of those times. I'd been tired, stressed out, annoyed with work and a variety of other things. I wanted a long hard spanking. One that could relieve my stress. Give me something else to focus on for a moment and free my mind. Give up control to someone I trust implicitly. Get me to the point of having that emotional release.

My head forms these scenarios quite well. I could imagine myself sitting on the edge of the bed, nervously waiting. He enters and tells me to undress and get in position for my spanking. I lie on the bed as he murmurs soft comforting words. This is happening because I need it and it's going to be challenging. Letting go is always challenging but it will be physically as well. I'm startled by the first few swats from his hand to my waiting bottom. As it continues I start to relax into it. The intensity picks up and his hand comes down harder and harder with each smack.

He pauses and rubs my reddening cheeks. I know this is a prelude to the more difficult parts to come. I try to keep my body relaxed, my mind only focused on what is happening right now. Butterflies stir in my stomach as I hear his belt unbuckle and slide through the loops. The belt whips against me over and over, biting into my flesh in quick succession. It takes my breath away and I will myself to stay in position. His hand rests on my back and I turn towards him with a nod to continue.

The belting goes on at a fast pace but the sensation starts to blur a bit. My bottom stings terribly and is emanating heat. It hurts but I'm not completely focused on it hurting. I can feel the tension leaving me as my mind becomes more relaxed. I don't notice the few tears that left my eyes until he is there next to me, wiping them away. The spanking has stopped. He caresses my sore bottom and pulls me close to him. I cuddle up to him laying my head on his chest. And in that moment everything is right.

Ha! Only in fantasy will I ever be that stoic. Here is what actually happened. I made several less than subtle comments throughout the night about how I hadn't been spanked yet. S is a nice guy and helped remedy the problem even though it had gotten really, really late. I lied on the bed and he started spanking me with his hand. I was already feeling a little sensitive before he even switched to the leather paddle. That was extremely stingy to me at the moment and had me squirming all over.

After that covered all areas, he grabbed my dense wooden paddle. It gives much more thud than sting which can be harder for me to handle at times. This was one of those times. With each swat I nearly jumped from the bed. I was wiggling a lot and he wrapped his other arm around my waist to keep me there as he continued to paddle me. He knew I'd been wanting a harder spanking but he's also very good at reading my body language and interpreting my squeals to know when I can't take any more. He ended it not too long after that. I did get to cuddle.

He called it at the right time. I wasn't pushed too far. The spanking was just fine but it didn't go how I'd wanted it to. I was really annoyed with myself. Why do I have to be such a wuss? I had been craving it all week and then I couldn't even handle it. Why does my tolerance vary so much from time to time and what causes that? It's so frustrating! If only life could play out like the fantasy sometimes. I'm interested to hear if this is a common thing. Have you experienced a changing tolerance? If so, what do you think may cause that and how do you deal with it?

Christmas Caning

"Have you behaved this year?" he asked dubiously.

"Um... I think so," she said.

His eyebrow raised as he looked at her. "And what does lying get?"

"Well you just said behaved. You didn't specify if I behaved well or badly or..."

"You aren't making this any easier on yourself with your smart mouth," he cut her off. "Bend over the desk. Now."

She hesitantly followed him across the room and got into position. What a grump! she thought to herself. All this effort into dressing up in my Santa hat and new bra and panties and he's not even paying attention. This is NOT what I had in mind for tonight!

He had noticed the new attire and silently admired the view as she bent before him. His hand caressed her lace covered bottom before pulling her panties down to her knees. "Those weren't offering much protection anyway," he said with a grin.

She turned her head back to give him a fierce glare, but bit her tongue from further comment when she saw him select the longest and most flexible cane from their cabinet.

"Please not that one!" she whined.

His hand delivered several hard smacks to her bottom. "Are you in charge here?"

"Oww no! You are, sir," she screeched.

"Best you remember that," he said. "Now I'm going to ask my earlier question again. Have you behaved this year, young lady?"

"Not as well as I could have," she mumbled.

"That's a little more honest. You are going to get 12 strokes of the cane. One for each month of the year. Are you ready?" 

"Yes, sir." She braced herself across the desk.

He lightly tapped the cane against her several times. She wasn't sure if he did it for aim or just to make her even more anxious. Probably the latter.

Swiiiish, Craaaack!

Swiiiish, Craaaack!

Swiiiish, Craaaack!

Swiiiish, Craaaack!

 "Aaaah!" The first four strokes burned across her backside before she even had a chance to catch her breath. He rubbed his hand across each reddening cheek. "Eight more," he said firmly.

Swiiiish, Craaaack!

Swiiiish, Craaaack!

Swiiiish, Craaaack!

Swiiiish, Craaaack!

"Oww oww oww!" she jumped up and stamped her feet in a failed effort to dissipate the sting. He put his hand on the small of her back and led her back over the desk. 

"Four more," he said as he ran his hand across her bottom. "This is to encourage you to behave well next year so I'm going to make sure you remember it."

Swiiiish, Craaaaaack!

Swiiiish, Craaaaaack!

Swiiiish, Craaaaaack!

Swiiiish, Craaaaaack!

"AAHH aahh Ooow ooow!" The lines seared into her skin but she didn't dare move and risk extra strokes. His fingers traced the red welts left behind, the color a shocking contrast to her pale complexion. "Good girl. You took those very well. Come here."

He pulled her into a long embrace. "Merry Christmas, baby. You look beautiful tonight."

"Merry Christmas," she replied as he unhooked her bra and tossed it aside.

"Are you ready for your present?" she asked. 

She reached to unbuckle his belt and sat in front of him, still wearing the Santa hat and a smile.

Fiction Flashback: Christmas Dreamin'

I wrote this story last year and considering the time of year thought it would be fitting to repost. For anyone who hasn't read it or who would like to read it again, here you go. Enjoy!

Christmas Dreamin'

Melanie wrapped the last of the Christmas presents and placed it under the tree. She surveyed the living room to check that everything was in place for the big morning. It had been a stressful few weeks leading up to this with work, shopping, and family get-togethers but everything had come together, as it always did.

Her cell phone rang and she saw it was her husband. "Hi honey," she answered. "Is everything ready to go and hidden away before the kids and I come back home?" Chad asked. "Yes, everything is ready. See you soon. Love you," she said. "Love you, too. See you home in a few," Chad said before hanging up.

She laid out on the couch for a moment and quickly dozed off. She was startled awake when Chad and the kids came in through the front door. It had been that dream again. The one about Santa. Just push it out of your mind. You have more important things to focus on, she told herself. They all had dinner together and the kids went off to play downstairs. "Is everything alright?" Chad asked. "You seem stressed, distracted." "I'm fine," Melanie replied in a tone that opposed her statement. He raised an eyebrow at her and reminded her that he was there to help and she didn't need to overload herself. "I know," she replied. "I'm fine."

Later that night, they had finally put the kids to bed and were pretty tired out themselves. Their family had a tradition of leaving cookies and milk out for Santa. Melanie had laid everything out and with a glance of approval around the room, she turned the tree lights on and went to bed. A few hours later, she was disturbed from her slumber by a noise coming from the next room. What on Earth was that? She got out of bed and went into the living room. Her jaw nearly hit the floor. She could not believe her eyes.

Standing next to the Christmas tree was Santa Claus, red suit and all. He had a bag over his shoulder and was unloading some gifts under the tree. As she stood there still in shock, he noticed her in the doorway. "Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!" he bellowed. "What are you doing in my house?" she finally managed to utter. This cannot be happening. Santa Claus isn't real! This is crazy! "You're.... you're... breaking and entering!" she screeched. "I'm going to call the police!"

"Now, now, young lady," he said, "I come bearing gifts and this is how you treat me? Maybe something else needs to be bared." Her eyes widened as he took a few steps toward her and grasped her arm. He sat in a dining room chair, quickly upending her over his knee. "What do you think you are doing? Let me go!" His hand connected hard with her bottom, landing several swats across her pajama clad backside. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "You can't do this!" Melanie cried out. "You better let me go right now!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He ignored her pleas and yanked down her pajama bottoms and panties. "Noooo noooo please, don't!" she begged. "I'll be good, I swear!"

"We'll see about that," Santa said as he delivered a flurry of swats to her bare bottom. SMACK! SMACK! "Owww owww please!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She kicked her legs furiously in a feeble attempt at freeing herself. He pinned her legs beneath his and continued the spanking in earnest. "You know, young lady, a lot us get stressed near the holidays," he lectured. "But you need to remember Christmas cheer and watch your attitude." SMACK! SMACK! "Oww oww you bastard! I'm going to scream and my husband will wake up and kick your ass!" Santa paused for a moment, chuckling. "I get the feeling that he'll agree with me that this is what you really need." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"You have quite a mouth on you, I see that you're going to need a stronger lesson." he said. He pulled her up off his lap and stood, bending her over the chair. "Don't you move." He rummaged into his bag of toys, pulling out a long leather strap. "Oh please, I'm sorry, I really am!" Melanie attempted to bargain after seeing what he had in his bag of tricks. "Not yet. But you will be," Santa replied. He stood behind her, admiring the pink glow of her cheeks, before the strap connected with her tender backside. THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! "Owww Owww!" He placed his other hand at the small of her back, keeping her from flying right off the chair. THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

He could feel her stop resisting as the strapping continued. The only other sound in the room was her quiet sniffling. "Do you think you've learned your lesson?" he asked. "Yes sir, I really have," she said softly. He set the strap down on the table. "I believe you," he said. She turned around and hugged him tightly, momentarily forgetting about her throbbing bottom. He kissed her on the cheek and told her she better get back to bed as he had a lot more work to do that night. She wandered back to the bedroom in a daze and soon fell back asleep.

Melanie woke the next morning, immediately recalling her crazy dream from the night before. Being spanked by Santa, I must be losing my mind. She rolled over onto her back and cringed as her bottom brushed against the covers. She felt her backside and couldn't believe how sore she was.  She got up and looked in the bathroom mirror, strap marks clearly evident. No way that could have really happened. It's just not possible! Her head spinning, she rushed to get dressed before all the family would be coming over. As she rummaged through the closet, she failed to notice the Santa suit hanging in the back of Chad's side of the closet. He appeared at her side, holding her tightly. "Merry Christmas, sweetie," he whispered into her ear. "Merry Christmas."

About a year later...

Melanie awoke with a start upon hearing a noise in the living room. Memories of last year's Christmas Eve ran through her head as she went to check the other room. There he was again. Santa beside the tree. What is he holding? "Ho, ho, ho! We meet again!" he bellowed. Her eyes widened as the cane in his hand came into view. "Now the question is, have you been naughty or nice?"

The End

In My Place

 

 

image found at The Pink Papers

I really try to do as you say

 

I will look you in the eyes when you place your hand beneath my chin

 

I will listen to and accept your words

 

I will undress when you tell me to

 

I will lay or bend where you request

 

Presenting my bottom for it's impending doom

 

 

But when your hand comes crashing down on my flesh

I will not stay in place

I will submit to you

But I cannot do so silently and unmoving

I know you understand this

That's why you are deserving of my submission in the first place

I will cry out

I will kick

I will squirm from side to side in a failed attempt to dissipate the burn

I will plead with you to stop

You will look at me and wait until I put myself back in position

Because I always do

You can tie my hands and feet

And I will still move

You can grab my hair in your fist

And I will still moan

I can only be me

The squirmy spanko

The Waiting Game

Image found at The Pink Papers

The phone buzzed alerting her of a new text message. Her eyes widened as she read it. "I'll be there in 20 minutes. You will be naked. You will have 3 toys selected from your toy box." She swallowed hard and moved to follow his instructions, clothing soon in a pile on the floor.

There were 2 boxes under the bed. He didn't specify which toy box, so she could've been a smart ass and laid out three vibrators. But she didn't. She was in a mood and craving a hard spanking. She knew what she needed. A thick wooden paddle, double leather strap, and rattan cane were carefully selected and set on to the bed next to her.

She lied on her stomach on the bed, legs nervously swinging up behind her. Waiting. The front door had been left unlocked and finally she heard him enter the apartment. The lock was clicked in place behind him and his footsteps came down the hallway toward her.

He entered the room and his eyes surveyed her body. She nervously smiled as he kissed her hello. "Good girl," he said into her ear, the praise for having followed his directions. His hands ran down the length of her body and came back to rest on her bottom.

He glanced at the implements lying next to her. "You've picked out some heavy stuff. Is it because you know how bad you've been lately and that you deserve to be punished?" "Yes, sir," she said softly, breaking eye contact and fixating on the comforter.

He sat on the bed next to her and wrapped his arm around her waist. His hand struck each cheek, left to right and back again. After warming her bottom up, he picked up the wooden paddle. It came down hard as she winced and questioned her decision in picking it out. She braced herself as the swats continued to redden her bared flesh.

The cane was new to him and he swished it through the air a few times and commented on the sound it made. "Yes," she said, "that's what makes it so scary." He tapped it lightly up and down her bottom before landing a few harder strokes. It really stung and she could already tell it was going to leave some marks as she tried not to move. She was fairly quiet, even for how quiet she normally was. She was starting to get into that zone and space out a bit.

She squirmed around surprisingly little for such a hard spanking. He switched off between the cane and the paddle, her bottom heating up fast. He'd pause at just the right moments when she was reaching her pain threshold and rub her sore cheeks before resuming. She wanted to be able to take it all. Her breathing focused as he continued.

He picked up the strap and really let her have it. It firmly struck across both cheeks, the leather unyielding. She bit down on her lip and buried her face into the comforter. She fought to keep her legs from kicking. After several smacks of the leather, he paused to massage her bottom. His fingers slipped between her legs and she softly moaned into the bedspread.

She was surprised at how slick she felt because despite her vulnerable nude state, she had not been focusing on that. But now the switch was flipped. And she always enjoyed herself when he flipped the switch. "Have I been a good girl tonight, sir?" she asked. "Yes you have," he said. "You took your spanking very well. How would you like to be rewarded?" She turned toward him and smiled.

The Big O

Image found at The Pink Papers

She was lying facedown on the bed, a familiar position. His fingers ran across her bare skin and paused at her bottom. He caressed both cheeks before slapping them sharply. She jumped slightly and braced herself for more. His hand came down hard again and again until she was wriggling from side to side.

"Where do you think you're going?" he said into her ear. He leaned into her and wrapped his arm around her waist. The swats became harder as she uselessly tried to move."Oww, oww!" she cried out. She could feel her bottom stinging as it quickly turned a shade of pink.

He paused and rubbed the sting, his fingers finding their way between her legs. She let out an agreeable moan as her arousal increased. She pushed her bottom up and spread her legs further apart. "Not yet," he said. "You've been a very naughty girl." The spanking started up again as his hand connected with her reddened flesh. The swats rained down quickly. "You're such a fucking tease," she growled into the pillow. He laughed and once again wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her from squirming away.

He lightly squeezed her cheeks and his fingers returned between her legs. She let her body language give the review as he worked his magic. Just as she was getting close, he stopped and reached over to the side of the bed. He fumbled around in the box of toys and returned with her favorite. Soon all that could be heard in the room was a low buzzing sound and her moans muffled into the pillow. The vibration rocked her body down to her curling toes.  He was the master of the build up and this night was no different.

When she didn't think she could handle anymore, he would instinctively pause. He left the toy inside of her and spanked her rosy cheeks hard. She moaned until her throat was too hoarse to voice her pleasure. Her head was spinning and she felt like she might explode. Is this what everyone is always talking about? Multiple orgasms? Omigod, omigod! Her body begged for him and finally he took her. They moved together and eventually collapsed onto the bed in a pile of entangled limbs. Her body still quivering, she whispered just one word. "Oh!"

"Do You Trust Me?"

"Do you trust me?" he rasped into her ear as he pulled the blindfold down over her eyes.

Four little words. Four little words with so much meaning behind them. Tonight it meant that he was going to take her to the edge. It meant that this was going to hurt.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered.

"Good girl. Now lay down on your stomach and place your hands behind your back."

 She did as he asked, hearing the jangle of the restraints being pulled from his bag. She felt the cool metal on her wrists as he snapped them into place.

"Hmm," he said as he eyed the arsenal of implements laid out on the bed. "What to use first? Maybe we should use them all. Because you want me to punish you, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir," she replied.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her back towards him. "Yes Sir, what?"

"Oww! Yes, Sir, I want you to punish me," she uttered timidly.

"Did that hurt you, my dear?" he laughed, releasing his hold on her. "We haven't even begun."

He selected the deerskin flogger, slowly running the strands across her naked figure. Up and down her back, bottom, and legs. All the way down to her feet. The scent and feel of the leather was already arousing her.

Whoosh, smack! Whoosh, smack! He swung it full force at her bottom, it's bark much louder than it's bite. He continued rhythmically swinging. An "Mmm" escaped from her lips.

Before she could get too comfortable, he set it aside and grabbed the wooden paddle. Craack! Craack! Craack! Craack! A flurry of hard swats struck her unprotected flesh.

"Oww! Owww!" she struggled against the restraints, instinctively wanting to cover her backside with her hands.

"Now, now," he scolded, "Don't fight it. You deserve this, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir, I deserve it," she gasped as the swats landed harder.

"Good girl. You'll take what you earned." He set aside the paddle and reached for the thick leather strap. He ran it across her reddened skin, teasing her.

"Oh please, not that!" she cried out, knowing it would make him want to use it more. She could picture the sadistic grin on his face, though she could not see him.

"Brace yourself, my dear," he growled. The strap connected full force with her bottom, over and over.

The sting was overwhelming. She squirmed helplessly, trying to avoid the blows. "Oww! Oww!" she cried out. Yet her body betrayed her, other feelings began to take over. Her back arched and her bottom pushed itself up and toward him for more, as if it were operating independently from her body.

He dropped the strap and roughly turned her over. They began a different type of dance.

All images from The Pink Papers.

Spanked By Ms. Margaret- Part 2 (Guest Post)

Here is the conclusion of the story by our friend Joey. You can catch Part 1 here if you missed it. Enjoy!

Spanked By Ms. Margaret

Part Two

The Spanking

When I approached Ms. Margaret, her face was flush with anticipation as she grabbed my arm.   All the privacy cubicles were taken.  It was a very busy night.  So, she took me to the saddle that had just been occupied for the very severe spanking I had just witnessed.  Oh no, I would be on display for the whole room.  My anxiety overcame any sense of modesty and I nodded OK.  There was no way I could wait another minute.  My heart was already thumping in my chest.

Ms M:  “Well.  What are you waiting for drop those pants young man.”

Me:   “Oui Madame”

Her hand gently pushed me to the saddle and I bent over it.  Now the saddle is a real western saddle and actually is comfortable to lie over.  But, it forced me to really stretch my legs so that my bottom was taught and in the ideal spanking position.

Ms M bent down and whispered the safe words to me. And she reminded me that grabbing her ankle was a sign for her to lighten up. 

I felt her hands lower the back of my shorts so that my bottom was bare and I could feel the coolness of the AC on my bottom.

At the bar, which was five feet away, I noticed that Mr. TR and Elle were sitting on stools and watching. At least my friend Elle was near for moral support.  But, why was she smiling and her eyes gleaming with anticipation?

Ms M was dressed all in black and had a wrap around skirt that she removed to reveal her beautiful legs in black leggings.  Her red hair framed her face and her eyes sparkled in anticipation of the spanking.  She picked up a double strap, the same one she had used earlier in the spanking I just witnessed.

Deep breath.  I am so toast!!!

Ms M:  ''You will thank me and count each stroke in French."

Me:  “Oui Madame.”

The first stroke came quickly and really stung.

Me:  “Un.  Merci beaucoup.”

The hard strokes continued on and on and on.  And, each stroke landed in the same spot each and every time. 

Fast forward.

Me:   “Quarante-Cinq. Merci beaucoup.” 

Ms M:  "I want you to count and ask me for another."

Me:  “Un. Merci beaucoup.  Puis-Je avoir une autre s'il vous plait.”

Mr. TR and Elle were both smiling and enjoying the spanking.  Had Elle turned to the dark side?

There was now a continuous burn as the strokes followed quickly as soon as I counted.

My ability to use the proper wording and keep the count encouraged Ms M to strike harder.  But, I was feeling confident at this point.  My confidence would be dashed in a few minutes.

Fast Forward:

Me:  “Quarante-sept. Merci beaucoup.  Puis-Je avoir une autre s'il vous plait.”

Ms M:  “Now I want you to count and tell me that you love me.”

I had guessed that I had received about 91 strokes and my bottom was on fire.  Ms M bent down and whispered in my ear: “Are you OK?”  I nodded yes.

Hard stroke in same spot.

Me:  “Un.  Je vous aime Madame M"

Fast Forward

Me:  “Quarante -sept.  Je vous aime Madame M"

Mr TR and Elle are speaking to each other and Mr. TR asks Ms M to stop for a second.

Mr TR:  “Joey is using the familiar form of the phrase and that is disrespectful.  I think he should start over again.”

Ms M:  “For your disrespect, you must start over and this time be respectful.”

So, now the strokes were up to about 139. 

Hard stoke.  My mind was totally blank except for the pain of the strokes.  I did not know how to say it correctly so I made something up.

Me:  “Blah, Blah, Blah in French.

After about another 35 hard strokes, I was stopped again. 

Elle:  “That is not the right expression."

Ms M: “Joey!!!!”

Hard stroke after hard stroke rained down on my bottom.

So why is it that tops think that spanking someone helps them improve their memory?  None of my bottom friends understand this concept and it did not work this night either.

Me:  Said pathetically.  “I do not know how to say it Ms M.”

Ms M:  “Ok. Forget the counting.”

Good news.  No more counting.  Bad news.  The strokes came faster.

I thought hold on, just hold on, it cannot be long now.

I could hear the echoes from the strokes as they continued. And, they were all in the same spot.

At this point I had received more than 200 strokes.  The burn and pain seemed to increase with each stroke and the strokes were relentless.   At my limit, I touched Ms M’s ankle and the spanking ended.

She lifted my shorts and helped me stand. I put on my pants and latched my belt.

Ms M gave me a big hug and I thanked her for the experience.

I walked back to where Elle was sitting and thanked her in a sarcastic way for her help.  We both laughed.  My bottom was hot and really sore.  I was thinking  that this was a great way to end the weekend.

Ten minutes later, Ms. M and Mr. TR rounded up me and five lovely ladies who were part of the group  that I joined during the weekend.  It was time for our punishment.  “Oh No.  Not now.”  

Yes now.  And, it was a real punishment spanking.

But, if you want to read how my weekend ended, I am going to refer you to the blog post by Rayne Bailey in the Blog “Mischief Managed.”  In Chapter Three of her account of the weekend, she tells the story of the punishment.  It was published on June 29, 2011.  I am the “lucky” gentleman in the story. (You can read that here.)

The spanking may seem harsh to some readers, but for me it was the experience I had craved for many, many months.  Thank you Ms. Margaret for making my fantasy a reality.  And, thanks to Mr. TR and Elle for being a part of the scene. 

And of course, a special thanks to my friend Lea for publishing my account in her blog.



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Thank you Joey for sharing it with us!

Spanked By Ms. Margaret- Part 1 (Guest Post)

Today I'm happy to share Part 1 of a story by my friend Joey. Enjoy!

Spanked by Ms.  Margaret

Ms. Margaret is the founder and organizer of The Spanking Club of New York.  I am truly thankful to be a part of this club and for all of her hard work and effort.   To commemorate my first year in SCONY, I would like to share with you my first spanking by Ms Margaret which took place at the SCONY weekend in April 2011. 

Part One

The Interview

In March of last year, I called Ms. Margaret to request approval to attend the spanking weekend that she organizes semiannually.   We had a lengthy conversation, actually more of an interview.  In retrospect, I now understand that she conducts the interviews to ensure that the attendees understand the protocols of the club. She asked if I had a fantasy.  I told her yes and that it involved a student who miss-behaved in college.  I told her that my most difficult class in college was French and that I feared/liked the sensation of leather.  I also remember that it was a very pleasant conversation.  Ms M suggested that I use the message board and that I participate in chat to get to know the members. 

The Ritual Begins

Ten Days before the Weekend:  Chat Session. 

Ms M : “Joey. Have you been studying French?”

Joey: “No”

 Ms M:  “You mean No ma’am.”  

Joey:  “No, ma’am.”  

Ms M:  “I expect you to speak French during the weekend.  And, learn to count because you will be counting in French.”

Joey:  “Yes ma’am.”  There are ten people in chat, but I feel very, very alone and my heart begins to pound.

I was lucky to pass French in college.   TG for the internet.  I began to learn important phrases that I think I will need such as:  “Merci Beaucoup. “  And, I refreshed my memory of  the French words for numbers.  I had read that tops sometimes make bottoms count strokes, but counting in French would be a real challenge.


Three Days before the Weekend:  Chat Session

Ms M:  “Hi Joey.”

Joey:  “Bon Soir Ms. M.”  I felt good about my efforts to learn French and decided to be a little cheeky in chat.

Ms M:  “So. Have you learned to count in French?”

Joey:  “Oui, Madame.” 

Ms M:  “To what number joey.”

Joey:  “Trent, Madame.”   I am proud that I can count to 30 in French.

Ms M:  “LOL. Trent?  No Trent.  Cent!!!!”

Joey:  “Cent?”

Ms M: “Oui.”  My pulse jumped just thinking about counting out 100 strokes in French.  Damn! 


Two Days before Weekend:  (Me and 4 Tops in Chat)

Top (Any of the 4):  “So joey.  How is your French?”

Joey:  “Working on it. Thanks.”

Top:  “If you miss pronounce a number; you will be made to start again.”

Joey:  “Start again.”

Top:  “LOL.  Of course.”

Top:  “Ms M has a mean belt for naughty boys.”

Joey:  “Thanks for the warning.”

Top:  “We are looking forward to seeing you at the weekend. LOL.”

I sign off and take a very deep breath.  My heart is racing.  That night all I could think about was the chat session and the weekend.  It was the same for the next day and night prior to the weekend.  To this point, my only experience with spanking as an adult were the many stories I had read or accounts from bloggers. 



The Weekend:  Friday

It was a three hour drive to the weekend.   I occupied myself with practicing my French and tried not to think about my meeting with Ms Margaret.

I met Ms M on Friday and the scene continued.  She was very nice and then said,  “I have plans for you during the weekend.”  (evil giggle)  “Now get busy and help set up the room.”

A couple of  spankings on Friday relaxed me quite a bit, but the thought of a spanking from Ms M dominated my thoughts throughout  the day and night.  In the evening, the tops made it a point to talk extensively about the pain caused by different types of implements.   I fell asleep Friday night wondering what the encounter with Ms M would be like and if I could handle the experience.

The Weekend:  Saturday

On Saturday, Ms M was dressed in her Ms Margaret clothes.  There were a lot of fun activities and constant spankings.  At 11 AM, Ms M whispered in my ear:  “We have a date tonight.”  (giggle)

During the day, I was spanked with several different types of implements, some really stung.  Because I was a newbie, I was let off easy.  But, I was informed by some of the members that I would not be considered a newbie on Saturday night.

At dinner, the lovely Ms M visited my table and chatted with us.  This time she just pointed her finger at me and laughed.   Oh crap.  Suddenly, I lost my appetite.

The last night of play started at about 7PM.  Because it is the last night, the sound of spanking can be heard throughout the hall.  Several of my friends initiated me into a little group they had formed consisting of bottoms only.  And, I was given a T-Shirt to show my membership.   One of the ladies, Elle, had helped me during the weekend.  I really enjoyed our conversations and found her to be a well travelled and witty person.  After a spanking, I was standing at the bar with her and my friend Lea.  Ms. M looked across the room at me and once again pointed in my direction with an evil look. Elle looked at me and told me that Ms M can really spank hard.  Oh great!  Just what I wanted to hear.

Twenty minutes later, Ms M takes a lady by the arm and places her over a saddle.  The ladies skirt was lifted to reveal that she had on a thong that left her bottom bare.  Ms M took out her double belt and started to strike the bottom with quite a bit of force.  Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack.  Soon, the bottom was pink and the lady was wiggling and saying “ouch” with each stroke.  On and on the spanking continued.  Well, my anxiety level increased with almost every stroke of the belt.  I had never seen someone spanked with this intensity.  Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack.   The spanks continued to rain down on the bottom with even more intensity.  Ouches became Yelps.  How long?  An eternity for me as I watched! Probably, the same for the bottom.  So this is what is meant by hard play.  

I glanced at Elle and she instantly knew what was on my mind.  “Do you mind if I watch from a distance?” said Elle.  “Of course,” I was thinking that I could use all the support I could get when my turn came. 

Ms M hugged the bottom and looked at me.   This time when her finger pointed at me she gave me that come here look.  I looked at Elle and we both knew it was time for my lesson.  I stepped away from Elle and walked slowly towards Ms M.  Again, that same wicked smile crossed her face as I approached.  The moment that I had waited for and actually craved had finally arrived for me.

To Be Continued...

A Real Life Spanking Fairytale

Once upon a time, in a spanking land far, far away, there lived a girl named Lea. She was attending her first ever spanking event with a lovely group called SCONY. Okay, the far away land was Pennsylvania, so not that far away. She had discovered them online about 6 months prior when searching for spanking stories. She was amazed to find that there was a whole world of people out there who shared the desire of spanking that she had always felt and had kept hidden from the world. There were forces out there whom she learned were called "vanillas" that made all of these people keep this to themselves. But alas, groups were born where they could all join together in this shared kink and she was about to experience it firsthand.

Lea was married to a man named J. It had been decided with her husband that she would attend alone. She had gotten to know many of her new friends online quite well over the months, but he wasn't really the most social fellow. This weekend would be a first for her and being spanked by someone other than her husband would be a first as well. And one that she was quite nervous about. This couple was quite new at this, you see. After much communication back and forth with others in this new group of friends, she decided she was ready for the next step. The time had come to pack up and make her travels East.

After a 12+ hour journey containing not one, but two layovers, Lea arrived at a horrid place called Allentown. If you've heard of it, you must be a Billy Joel fan or unfortunate enough to have passed through it's airport. She finally met her new friend A face to face at the baggage claim. They hugged and talked excitedly about the weekend to come, though Lea still felt a bit sick to her stomach and extremely apprehensive. But where was the third party who would be driving to the destination with them? In a flight mix-up that had Lea quickly becoming annoyed with the place called Allentown, she discovered their friend was stuck in Philadelphia. So she and A travelled backwards to rescue their friend and then continued back along the road to their final destination.

Lea was in awe of these things called toll booths. They were everywhere! These did not exist in her homeland of Utah. And they seemed to keep passing the same ones. Yes, they had gotten a bit lost, even with 3 of them in the car armed with maps and GPS systems. Some nice scenery was seen, though. Eventually they arrived at their destination, the resort where this spanking weekend was being held. Hurrah! As soon as they stepped out of the rental car, the people on the porch rejoiced and rushed to greet them. Excited introductions were made all around and many hugs were exchanged. Lea was a bit taken aback by the affection shown but soon felt at home amongst the others. Much quicker than she had imagined.

It was a lot to take in for Lea, putting together all the names and faces after all these months. She was told the next day they would all get nametags and was relieved for that. She'd hardly slept throughout her journey to this strange place but certainly couldn't rest now. She was too wound up with nerves and excitement in getting to know everyone. Lea was quite shy and didn't know how others would take to her. Fortunately, she found that she warmed up to everyone quickly and they seemed to like her. One hurdle passed. Her sarcastic sense of humor always emerged when she got to know people better and she'd find out later how she would end up paying for that. More conversations ensued with more people arriving and greetings made. She finally met the leaders of the group and realized that nobody looked at all like she had imagined. They were all just normal people, like her. Well... "normal" is relative. Everyone joined in the feast for dinner and as with any good party, the night ended with booze and karaoke.

The next morning, she joined many of the others out on the porch to chat before breakfast. As Lea cracked a joke about something that sent her friend into a fit of laughter, her eyes met with L across the porch. This is what she had heard so much about and was now experiencing first-hand. "The Look." She held his gaze for a moment and then blushed and looked away, as if looking elsewhere was going to make him disappear. She tried to act like she didn't even notice, but when she stole a glance back in his direction, his gaze was still fixated on her. She focused on tugging a thread from the sleeve of her sweater but soon he was standing beside her. "Let's go talk for a minute," he said. She hesitantly stood and followed him up the stairs into the office. She wondered if he could hear her heart pounding in her ears as they walked.

He closed the door behind him as her stomach twisted into knots. Just relax. This is what you are here for, right? This is what you wanted, she argued with herself. Her internal debate stopped cold as they made eye contact once more. He asked her how she was doing and what she thought about things so far. She managed to form a few sentences in reply, though she couldn't remember later what they were. They talked a bit about what she was looking for and soon it was down to business. He sat down and took her by the wrist, pulling her across his lap. She viewed the floor, palms down on the carpet, as the first swats landed across her bottom. She was reminded how much spanking hurt and again wondered why on Earth she craved this. He spoke to her as the smacks delivered by his hand gradually increased in intensity and she voiced her oow's and aah's. After a few minutes, he let her up and gave her a big hug. They rejoined the group on the porch and her friend commented on how she couldn't seem to stop smiling. She smiled in response.

Much more fun was to be had throughout the weekend. Lea enjoyed getting to know her new friends better and had many interesting conversations. She quickly discovered that tops didn't like the phrase "it's not my fault," which resulted in many bottoms being spanked. Since the thought of being spanked in front of other people made her want to go into a panic attack, the accuser decided they would meet at a later time to address it. She sat in her room with her stomach in knots waiting for that appointment to approach. She heard a bit of a commotion in the hallway before R finally knocked on her door. She later discovered that a helpful friend was trying to get rid of him for her, but to no avail. Lea opened the door and let him in, shyly retreating to the corner of the room to sit. She timidly chewed on her lower lip as he sat and talked with her for a few minutes, checking on how everything was going for her.

She could hardly focus on what he was saying because she was distracted by the terrifying piece of leather he'd carried in with him, that she now knew to be the FES (Flesh Eating Strap). Everyone else who was involved in the "it's not my fault" debacle had received 5 swats with the FES and she was about to be introduced to it as well. He instructed her to take her pants down and get over his knee. She was 90% certain that she'd throw up on his lovely shoes out of anxiety. She'd warned him of that in previous communications. He had laughed and said that if it happened, he'd deal with it. Fortunately, it did not come up. (No pun intended.) His hand came down hard across her bottom as he reminded her of a few behaviors that needed correcting. Much to her surprise, she was quite compliant and spitting out "Yes, Sir," and "No, Sir," in no time. Soon she was up and bent over the bed for the dreaded FES. He said he was using it lightly as this was her first time and then 5 swats struck her like a swarm of bee stings. At that moment, little did she know what the future would hold and that he wasn't lying. She pulled herself together and was given a big hug. The hugs were her favorite part.

Lea's adventures continued and involved much laughter with her new friends. By the end of the weekend she wasn't sure which was more sore, her bottom from the spankings or her abs from laughing so much. Things were winding down, some people were starting to go home, and that's when M told Lea to meet her in the woodshed. She hesitantly made the walk there and sat and waited. She thought by now that the stomach in knots feeling would have left her, but it had not. M entered with a bag full of toys that made Lea's eyes go wide. She soon found herself bent over a saddle and given an introduction to several paddles and straps. Her bottom was on fire and combined with all the emotions of the weekend coming forward, she started to sob. This had never happened during a spanking before. She felt oddly comforted, like a weight had been lifted off her chest. Her tears were freeing. She was hugged tightly as she gathered her emotions back together.

What a whirlwind the past few days had been for Lea. She had so many new experiences to process. She was so happy to have been able to do all of this and meet all these friends. She felt so at home amongst these people. She knew that she would certainly be back. After one more hiccup with the awful place called Allentown, she was headed home. She shifted uncomfortably on a very sore bottom throughout her flight but with a very big smile on her face. And all was well in Spankingland.

The Mirror

Found at The Pink Papers

The mirror can be unforgiving

Her reflection illuminates her flaws

Her skin too dry

Her teeth too big

Her hair too short

Her skin too pale

But not today

She runs her fingers across her welted bottom

And a smile overcomes her lips

She likes what she sees

Christmas Dreamin'

Melanie wrapped the last of the Christmas presents and placed it under the tree. She surveyed the living room to check that everything was in place for the big morning. It had been a stressful few weeks leading up to this with work, shopping, and family get-togethers but everything had come together, as it always did.

Her cell phone rang and she saw it was her husband. "Hi honey," she answered. "Is everything ready to go and hidden away before the kids and I come back home?" Chad asked. "Yes, everything is ready. See you soon. Love you," she said. "Love you, too. See you home in a few," Chad said before hanging up.

She laid out on the couch for a moment and quickly dozed off. She was startled awake when Chad and the kids came in through the front door. It had been that dream again. The one about Santa. Just push it out of your mind. You have more important things to focus on, she told herself. They all had dinner together and the kids went off to play downstairs. "Is everything alright?" Chad asked. "You seem stressed, distracted." "I'm fine," Melanie replied in a tone that opposed her statement. He raised an eyebrow at her and reminded her that he was there to help and she didn't need to overload herself. "I know," she replied. "I'm fine."

Later that night, they had finally put the kids to bed and were pretty tired out themselves. Their family had a tradition of leaving cookies and milk out for Santa. Melanie had laid everything out and with a glance of approval around the room, she turned the tree lights on and went to bed. A few hours later, she was disturbed from her slumber by a noise coming from the next room. What on Earth was that? She got out of bed and went into the living room. Her jaw nearly hit the floor. She could not believe her eyes.

Standing next to the Christmas tree was Santa Claus, red suit and all. He had a bag over his shoulder and was unloading some gifts under the tree. As she stood there still in shock, he noticed her in the doorway. "Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!" he bellowed. "What are you doing in my house?" she finally managed to utter. This cannot be happening. Santa Claus isn't real! This is crazy! "You're.... you're... breaking and entering!" she screeched. "I'm going to call the police!"

"Now, now, young lady," he said, "I come bearing gifts and this is how you treat me? Maybe something else needs to be bared." Her eyes widened as he took a few steps toward her and grasped her arm. He sat in a dining room chair, quickly upending her over his knee. "What do you think you are doing? Let me go!" His hand connected hard with her bottom, landing several swats across her pajama clad backside. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "You can't do this!" Melanie cried out. "You better let me go right now!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He ignored her pleas and yanked down her pajama bottoms and panties. "Noooo noooo please, don't!" she begged. "I'll be good, I swear!"

"We'll see about that," Santa said as he delivered a flurry of swats to her bare bottom. SMACK! SMACK! "Owww owww please!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She kicked her legs furiously in a feeble attempt at freeing herself. He pinned her legs beneath his and continued the spanking in earnest. "You know, young lady, a lot us get stressed near the holidays," he lectured. "But you need to remember Christmas cheer and watch your attitude." SMACK! SMACK! "Oww oww you bastard! I'm going to scream and my husband will wake up and kick your ass!" Santa paused for a moment, chuckling. "I get the feeling that he'll agree with me that this is what you really need." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"You have quite a mouth on you, I see that you're going to need a stronger lesson." he said. He pulled her up off his lap and stood, bending her over the chair. "Don't you move." He rummaged into his bag of toys, pulling out a long leather strap. "Oh please, I'm sorry, I really am!" Melanie attempted to bargain after seeing what he had in his bag of tricks. "Not yet. But you will be," Santa replied. He stood behind her, admiring the pink glow of her cheeks, before the strap connected with her tender backside. THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! "Owww Owww!" He placed his other hand at the small of her back, keeping her from flying right off the chair. THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

He could feel her stop resisting as the strapping continued. The only other sound in the room was her quiet sniffling. "Do you think you've learned your lesson?" he asked. "Yes sir, I really have," she said softly. He set the strap down on the table. "I believe you," he said. She turned around and hugged him tightly, momentarily forgetting about her throbbing bottom. He kissed her on the cheek and told her she better get back to bed as he had a lot more work to do that night. She wandered back to the bedroom in a daze and soon fell back asleep.

Melanie woke the next morning, immediately recalling her crazy dream from the night before. Being spanked by Santa, I must be losing my mind. She rolled over onto her back and cringed as her bottom brushed against the covers. She felt her backside and couldn't believe how sore she was.  She got up and looked in the bathroom mirror, strap marks clearly evident. No way that could have really happened. It's just not possible! Her head spinning, she rushed to get dressed before all the family would be coming over. As she rummaged through the closet, she failed to notice the Santa suit hanging in the back of Chad's side of the closet. He appeared at her side, holding her tightly. "Merry Christmas, sweetie," he whispered into her ear. "Merry Christmas."

About a year later...

Melanie awoke with a start upon hearing a noise in the living room. Memories of last year's Christmas Eve ran through her head as she went to check the other room. There he was again. Santa beside the tree. What is he holding? "Ho, ho, ho! We meet again!" he bellowed. Her eyes widened as the cane in his hand came into view. "Now the question is, have you been naughty or nice?"

The End

Broken

My nose is in the corner  

Butterflies rage fiercely in my stomach

It's maddening not seeing what he is doing 

Only hearing his movement and the unzipping of bags.

My senses are on edge

I flinch as he approaches behind me and makes me face him.

That look he gives me, those words he says,

I cannot bear to look him in the eye.

He guides me to bend over the chair

I jump as the hairbrush comes down hard across my bottom.

I feel his hand at the small of my back

Keeping me in my place.

He asks me a question

As I hear the cane swish through the air.

Answer him! 

But the words stick in my throat

SWIIIISH CRAAAACK! SWIIIISH CRAAAACK!

The sting of the cane reverberates through me

I know the answers

Why won't they come more easily?

His tone, those words,

Are like a pin prick to my heart

Tears fall silently down my face
The taste of salt and regret reaches my lips

I gasp as the strap connects hard and fast with my tender flesh
The swats continue as my mind battles itself.

I can't take the pain. Yes, I can.

I earned this. I need this.

Submission overcomes me, that word I cannot say aloud.

Why do I fight it so?

He always wins

We both do.

He breaks me

Then helps put the pieces back together

"I don't want to have to do this again. But I will."

"I know, sir. I know."

Disappointed- The Four Letter Word

Image found at The Pink Papers

I sit and wait for him. He sounded so unhappy when we'd talked earlier. I know I'm really in for it now. My feet shift as my mind drifts to what's to come. I hear him come through the front door. Minutes seem like hours before he finally enters the room.

He sits beside me and takes my hand in his. When he speaks his voice is low and controlled. "What were you thinking texting while driving? You could have really hurt someone or harmed yourself."

"It was just a fender bender. Noone got hurt," I half-heartedly say.

He holds my hand tighter and looks into my eyes. "I couldn't bear the thought of something happening to you," he says softly.

"I'm so sorry and I hate that I've made you mad at me."

"I'm not mad," he sighs, "I'm disappointed in you."

Those words cut like a knife through my heart. A lump grows in my throat as tears fall silently down my cheeks. There is no worse thing that he could possibly say. Be mad at me. Scold me. Punish me. But the disappointment, I cannot take.

The Woodshed

This is a story about my first spanked to tears experience. Enjoy.

The Woodshed

I sit inside waiting

As the sounds of nature chirp outside the cold wooden door

Nervously biting my bottom lip

Hands slightly trembling on my lap

My stomach is in knots

Knowing what is to come

Passing minutes seem like hours

Finally she enters

My eyes strive to meet her gaze

"You know why we're here," she says

"Yes, ma'am," I manage to utter

The words struggling to escape my throat

I'm bent over a saddle

Jeans pulled down to my knees

A flush comes to my face

As my thong clad backside is exposed

I brace myself as the spanking starts

Her hand delivering hard smacks to my bottom

She switches to the strap

Scolding me between swats

My feet are kicking

My bottom quickly reddening and stinging

And then it happens

I begin to sob

I'm surprised by the tears

And the feeling of relief that they bring

The strap continues to bite into my flesh

But I hardly notice the pain

I feel my tension and stress float away

With each rhythmic thud

The spanking concludes

And I stand on unsteady legs

Pulling myself back together

Catching my breath as the sobs decrease

She embraces me

And helps me dry my tears