You would think.....

Ever since, well just about the beginning of everything, and of course the discovery of just how delicious their ripe young bottoms were, naughty girls and wanton women have had to put up with being spanked for their misbehaviour.

And if not actual misbehaviour, because for a lot of people the prospect of having a delicious bare bottomed young wench across the knee wriggling and gasping was just too irresistible.

Girls have been taken over the knee and spanked this way for hundreds of years,

by lovers ,

by husbands,

by irascible teachers

and frustrated parents,

not to mention masters,

and mistresses ,

and indeed anybody who could find a half way reasonable excuse.

Sometimes if she they were lucky, the unfortunate victims had at least the token protection of their panties, no more than the thinnest cotton or silk between their nakedness and the scourging hand.

More often that not they had to put up with the humiliation (Not to mention the additional sting factor!) of being spanked with their knickers pulled down,

and if their luck had deserted them completely, being stripped naked before their ordeal wasn’t unknown.

So you would think that by now, 2012 when I last looked but time does fly, that girls would have learned their lesson and stopped behaving like impudent little minxes and provocative little baggages,



But fortunately for all of us, it seems that they haven’t!

Christine

A young lady name of Christine

Wore clothes that were close to obscene

She caused an outbreak of wanking,

Which earned her a spanking,

But it only made her more keen!

Thank You

Just to say that I know that for all sorts of reasons I have not answered the many comments that so many of you have left recently.


Please know that I do appreciate your feed back, and I am not simply taking it for granted. Sometimes it's hard to find the time or the opportunity to do all the things I need to do.


And if you want to have a little fantasy about ways you could  remind  Elizabeth  of  the importance of  thank you notes, here's something to help you.

Just think......

If you take two girls with certain inclinations sharing a flat together, that’s fine. No possibility of tensions or problems. Why should there be? Without men to complicate their live, all is well.







But should those two girls, unused to the ways of men decide to also share the flat with two men, two men whose orientation is also towards their own kind, then who knows what complications could occur. For example if those girls are young and free and uninhibited, the sort who often forget to close the bathroom door as they quite enjoy flaunting their ripe and desirable bodies,





Then it could all start to get interesting.






And if one day, one of the girls should wander into one of the men’s rooms, quite by accident of course, she might find that the male anatomy, something previously unknown to her is a fascinating thing that she needs to examine quite closely.



 



 Not knowing that at that very moment her friend just happens to be looking through the keyhole, as you do,






leading to a bit of a problem between them ,





a problem that might start to get out of hand in interesting ways.






But if the men, sensitive and understanding as only men can be, decide to mediate , there is a good chance that it will all get sorted out,







And then they can all live happily ever after!

Fity Shades

If you are caught reading Fifty Shades,






And admonished for your wickedness,







Then unceremoniously thrown across you accuser’s knee





Your knickers pulled down (How humiliating!)








 And then soundly spanked!








(Maybe even by your girlfriend)









WELL IT’S YOUR OWN FAULT!

You should be reading Educating Anna or Sins of the Flesh.





So much better!

A quiet evening in....

I could tell that l something was going to happen. There was the sort of strange tension in the air that I recognised and I suspected that he had plans for me. That being the case, I knew that what I had to do would be to play along and wait how it unfolded. Whatever it was, I would be happy to submit to it.


“Alison.” He said after a long silence. “We need to talk.”







“What is it, Sir? I answered, my heart pounding. “What is it you want of me?"

 “I need to know if you are wearing knickers.” He said, his face impossible to read. “I’ve heard that many young girls these days are going about their daily business quite naked under their clothing. It’s important for me to know that you are not such a girl.”

“But I am not such a girl, Sir.” I answered. “I do remember making a special point about of putting knickers on before I came here tonight. I know how you like everything to be right.”






“That’s good.” He answered, “But I still think it might be best if I check for my self. Would you oblige me by bending over that table.”

And I do so, finding it hard to breathe normally as in this submissive and available position I am opening myself up to so much he could choose to do. Carefully and slowly he slides up my dress till it is round my waist and then he takes his time to check if I really am wearing knickers as I had told him, the sort of checking that involves his hands and the sensitive tips of his fingers as well as his eyes and I find myself squirming and trying hard not to moan too loudly.

“You know,” He says, and I somehow guess what might be coming and my heart stops. “It might be best if for a little while at least we have your knickers where we can both see them and then it will remind us both how important it is that you must never forget to wear them.”

And as I stand there bent over in front of him and already moist with nervousness and anticipation he pulls my knickers down, then turns me round to face him.






“You appreciate that I am doing this for your own moral welfare.” He goes on , as if talking to a girl with her knickers round her ankles was quite normal. “Do you know the sort of wanton and wicked things that girls who don’t wear knickers get up to?”





And I spend a moment or two looking thoughtful before I answer.

“Could it be that maybe they do things like ….?” And I slip down to my knees and, opening the front of is trousers give a modest example of the sort of thing he might have in mind.









 “Exactly that.” He says his voice now thick and rasping as if he is undergoing some emotional strain.

For a while neither of us talk , both lost in our private worlds , but when I feel that I have taken my demonstration of wicked behaviour dangerously close to the point of no return, I release his quivering rod from my mouth and sit back and wait for his further instructions.

Not surprisingly it takes a moment before he speaks again. “And what do you think the punishment for such a girl should be, a girl who would behave in such a way?”

“I need to think, Sir.” I say, wondering if I have the courage to say out loud the incendiary words that are filling my head. “ Maybe the girl should be spanked in the old fashioned way. A sound over the knee spanking on her bare bottom.”

And then I kiss him, my arms round his neck like entwining snakes. “But no doubt you would have your own ideas.”

“I’m never short of ideas.” He says, and I know how true this is as otherwise I would not be with him. “And my idea is that you should be given a warning never to behave in such a way.”

And already he has me over his knee and I’ m alive with anticipation of what is to come. I am to be spanked , spanked just in case I should ever consider behaving in ways he would not approve of.






Like everything he does it is measured and considered. After a careful exploration of my upturned nakedness he proceeds to spank me soundly and thoroughly, taking his time to ensure that every inch of my naked bottom has received the benefit of his lesson,






progressively exposing me as my warning proceeds so I end up as naked as the very girls of whom he does not approve.







And when I feel that I will have to cry out, to call on him to show me mercy he does so, pausing and leaning down to whisper the question I knew he would ask. “And have you learned your lesson?”

“Oh yes, Sir!” I answer, breathless with stinging arousal. “You always teach me so well!”

 “I do hope so. “ He says and gathers me up to look me in my eye.






“And having learned your lesson, just what sort of things must you never do?”

And I smile back at him. “Many things, Sir. Let me undress you and I will show you as many of them I can think of……”

Darling.......

Darling………



 



If ,and I’m only saying “If”, but if I told you that I’d been reading a rather naughty book and well, it gave me all sorts of ideas that I couldn’t resist.


 



You know such as taking myself into town, and quietly having coffee, but sort of noticing that all sorts of unsuitable men were looking at me,




 




and well, as I’ve got such nice legs positioning myself so they were able to get a good look at them, all the way up to the top of my thighs including my stocking tops, just a little look , no more than that.







 And maybe a bit later, well I happened to wander round a bit and  found myself chatting to the odd man here or there, only the ones in the really expensive cars of course,


 



and they told me about this really interesting club in the middle of town. And well, purely out of curiosity you understand, later that night got a taxi to take me there,


 



And found that it was quite fun and , not wanting to be a spoilsport, got involved in playing a few games with the men there who all seemed to like me a lot ,



 



and, well, as the seemed to like me so much maybe getting a touch too affectionate when I was saying goodnight to them,



 


well, I mean, would you well want to punish me? I don’t know, maybe bend me over your desk and drag my knickers off ,







then throw me over your knee and spank me really hard on my bare bottom.






Or would you take your time over punishing me? Find ways of making me humiliate myself, like crawling round the floor and begging forgiveness,







Then make me strip off slowly so you could appreciate what all those lovely men were getting so excited about,








make me parade naked for your pleasure,








then maybe tie my hands so I was completely helpless and unable to stop you doing to me anything you wanted,







and only then make me submit to being spanked over your knee like a naughty girl,







or even, I don’t know why I’m suggesting this to you, give me a dose of the cane?




Because if that’s what you’d do, then I know exactly what I plan to do today!