What happens next?

We all know about preparing a girl for that spanking she’s been asking for,

And naturally we all know about how to administer the spanking itself,

And we all know about that moment after the spanking is all over.

But what about after that? 

 Oh yes! It’s time to rub in some baby powder!

Spankogram- Continued

……..When the man hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and I realise that he’s going to pull them down so everyone of my assembled friends will be able to see my bare bottom and very likely even more intimate bits of me, I don’t make any move to stop him but simply hold my breath in anticipation.

Now instead of noise, there was a collective hush and I could even hear their sudden indrawn breath. Subjecting a young twenty year old to a fun spanking, even with her dress pulled up so they could all see just what sort of skimpy panties she was wearing, was one thing,

pulling them down and exposing her most intimate places was something else entirely and the confusion in the room was palpable. They were now voyeurs at a road accident, knowing they should be helping or moving on but in fact unable to stop staring and rigid with anticipation. 

 John was the first to break the silence and took a pace forward and started to mutter something, his joke at my expense no longer a joke as in front of his eyes the person he considered to be his girlfriend was being far too compliant, and in fact was giving out signals that she was enjoying being made a spectacle of. 

The man paused and I could feel that he was waiting for a signal from the collective guests. Should he take this to the next stage and pull my knickers down, or call a halt now, but being not merely slightly drunk but as aroused as I could ever remember I wanted to see this through. And if it pissed off John then so much the better. 


 It was Miranda who broke the tension, her voice slurred from whatever she had been drinking but its edge of dislike still audible. 
“Go on! Pull them right down. Really give it to her.” 

 It cut right through the spell, and almost immediately another voice called out something similar and the next thing a positive roar was going up encouraging this man to pull my knickers down and really spank me. It was crowd mentality gone mad and suddenly this wasn’t a civilised party but a Roman orgy and I was to be the sacrifice. Catching the mood the man gave my bottom a little pat and then made a great show of pulling my panties down inch by lascivious inch till they were at mid thigh,

and underneath me his latent erection which I had been able to feel throughout gave a jerk as it grew to full hardness.

“Are you ready?” He asked me his hand circling my now bare bottom and I grunted some sort of affirmative and the next thing a positive rain of spanks was anointing my bare flesh with a solid steady rhythm, each one making me gasp and squeal and each one lighting a new fire.

For a few minutes I forgot everything. I was across the knee of a delicious man with my knickers down and he was soundly spanking my bare bottom and it was quite the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me,

and if all my so called friends were watching then fortunately I was just drunk enough to be getting some perverse pleasure from that as well.

It seemed that all this time, deep inside Lucy, the quiet girl who never misbehaved or did anything to draw attention to herself,

was a crimson harlot I didn’t even know about and this man was spanking her out of me.

By now the inexorable rhythm of his hand was taking its toll and the fire in my bottom now burning dangerously close to getting out of control . The pain that so far had been hiding in the background was making itself felt and involuntarily I could feel my whole body jerking and my legs scissoring in protest.

Mercifully the man saw that he had taken things as far as he dared and he ceased his attentions and bent his face down to mine. 

"Have you learned your lesson, Lucy?” He asked me. "Are you going to be a good little girl from now on?”

 “Oh yes, Sir!” I called out, scarcely aware of who I was or what was going on. “I really will!” 

 “See that you do!” He said and brought me round so I was sitting his lap, my panties still round my thighs. Fully aware that everyone’s eyes were on me I wrapped my arms round his neck and looked him deep in the eye

 “Thank you for giving me what I deserved, Sir.” I said, and then I was kissing him, as deeply and passionately as I could, both for my own benefit and for all the gawping guests.

(To be continued)

Spankogram!

The bastard! The absolute bloody bastard! It’s my twentieth birthday and my party with all my friends her here and he’s arranged a kissogram man to come and make a fool of me in front of everyone. In fact, I could see it was going to be even worse than that. 

 “Apparently there’s a very naughty girl here called Lucy who’s in need of a good spanking. Would one of you kindly point her out so I can go and have a word?"

 Shrieks of merriment all round, a positive eruption, and glaring across at John I can see the smirk of satisfaction on his face. He’d arranged this, no question, just to get back at me for not staying over the last couple of time’s we’d been out, and I knew that if I made a scene in front of everyone it would just make me look like someone without any sense of humour so I’m stuck with it 

 “That’s Lucy!” Miranda tells him the look on her face as transparent as that on John’s. She’s been secretly jealous of me for ages and wants to watch me being made a fool of as well 

 “Ahh! So you’re Lucy are you?” The kissogram man or whatever you call him is approaching me with a twisted smile on his lips and I have to admit that if it wasn’t for these circumstances I would really fancy him. Straw coloured hair, tight designer jeans, but no shirt and a torso it would be a pleasure to lick, but right now I can’t think of that as I'm too busy putting on brave face.

“Apparently you’ve been a very naughty girl recently and everyone here thinks that a good spanking is exactly what you need. That’s right everybody isn’t it?” 

 A positive howl of agreement goes up and looking round its hard to tell whose keener to watch me being spanked, the men for all the obvious reasons or my alleged female friends who by the look of them can’t wait to see me having my bottom smacked like a naughty girl. I want to turn tail and storm out, but social conditioning keeps me rooted to the spot, but when the dishy man asks me to admit just what a naughty girl I’ve been I’m struck completely dumb unable to say a word in front of all those staring people. 

In desperation I grab a drink and throw it down and feel its welcoming rush on top of what I’ve had already giving me some token courage. 

“Come on Lucy!” He cajoles urging me to play along. “I’ve been hearing some really bad things about you. Why don’t you own up?”

There’s another drink within reach and I grab that as well and throw it back and it’s enough to free my tongue. “I’ve probably much worse than you’ve even heard.” I mutter, “We quiet ones are always the worst.” 

 “That’s what I suspected so let’s spank out some of that naughtiness shall we.” 

 Someone has positioned a chair right behind him and he tales me by the writs and the reality of what’s about to happen fully hits me and I feel my whole body stiffen with a mixture of fear and some strange excitement. The accumulated alcohol is now doing its job properly and my anger at John is blended with other emotions entirely. This man is quite gorgeous and he’s about to put me over his knee, and forgetting the fact that I’m going to have some jeering audience the idea is suddenly very arousing. I am in fact as far from being a naughty girl as you can get, and my sex life with John, such as it is, is as bland as it gets, and this ritual humiliation has lit a spark I didn’t even know was there. 

 “You’re not going to struggle are you he says, and I give him an answer he doesn’t expect. “Of course not, Sir.” But he recovers in an instant and the next thing he’s got me over his knee and I can feel a growl of approval go up from the men.

I may be a good girl, but I’m a good girl who happens to be rather gorgeous with a sensational figure and legs to die for;

I’m normally a quiet dresser but this being a party for once I’m wearing particularly short dress and I’ve felt the men staring at my bottom and legs since the beginning and now they are all getting a treat they never could have expected when they turned up.

Bent face down over the man’s knee like this I know that it will scarcely be covering my panties and everyone here will be getting quite an eyeful. That this is the most humiliating thing that has ever happened to me is beyond all argument, but that very fact is giving it some perverse edge and although I’ve reached a point where I don’t care that everyone is watching, a big part of me wishes that this was happening in private, just me and this hunky spankogram man who is unambiguously taking great pleasure feeling me bottom through the thin fabric of my dress. 

 “When you were last spanked, Lucy?” He asks, carefully fondling me so as to make my dress slide up a tad and almost certainly bringing a glimpse of my skimpy panties into view.

“I’ve never been spanked.” I answer, and as with my face down like this I can’t see anybodies face it releases some of my inhibitions, but even so I can hardly believe what I say next. “Maybe it’s long overdue.”

 The noise that answers this is a mixture of laughter and something else entirely, and although I’m more concerned about what is going to happen to me, I’m wondering how John is reacting to all this. He’s arranged this whole charade just to humiliate me and he might just be wondering if it’s all going to backfire on him.

 “Yes, maybe it is.” The man says and the tips of his fingers are now getting dangerously close to my most intimate places and I give an involuntary jerk. Choosing to interpret this as a struggle he gathers up my hands into the small of my back and tells me that I mustn’t try to escape or he will simply spank me that much harder. In doing so he has managed to shrug my dress up fraction further and I suspect that maybe as much as half of my panty clad bottom is now in the public domain, and I know that even before my punishment has started that I’m giving my assembled friends a show they will be locking away in their minds for some time.

“Well, as it’s your first time,” He goes on, clearly taking enormous pleasure in exploring my upturned and half naked bottom “Let’s make it memorable!” 

 In a second the first slap has landed, not hard but sharp and to the point and although it stings it’s almost a relief after this build up. It’s followed by a second and a third, a quiet steady rhythm of spanks on my not quite bare bottom and I really don’t know how I feel. Such a mixture of strange and new sensations and emotions are coursing rough me I don’t know how to deal with them.

A gorgeous man is spanking me over his knee in front of all my friends and it’s demeaning and humiliating but weirdly exciting and pleasurable all at the same time. The pain is not an issue, a warm stinging in my buttocks, but its lighting dormant fires there and the glow of it is leaching down through the whole of my body. I’m still trying to come to terms with this when there’s a change so slight that the assembled people will probably have not noticed but he’s giving his spanks a subtle new edge and as each one lands there’s a new sharpness to it and I realise I’m letting out little yelps and gasps.

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An entirely new ripple of something is taking hold, whirling round from the epicentre of me and for a moment I give myself into it completely, forgetting entirely that this is happening in front of all my friends and wallow in the a glorious glow of arousal that is beginning to fill me. What’s going on I don’t know but I know I want more of it and involuntarily I’m arching my buttocks upward a fraction to meet his punishing hand. I’m however familiar enough with this feeling to guess that I am probably anointing the gusset of my panties but I don’t even care as this is so sublimely pleasurable I don’t want to waste a drop of it.

He pauses and feels my bottom as if to test how hot it is and directs his attention to the party guests who no doubt are also reacting in all sorts of different ways to watching a pretty twenty year old being given a public over the knee spanking. 

“Shall we do this properly?” He asks them, and they roar that he should, and the next thing my dress is pulled right up to the small of my back so now my panty clad bottom is on full public display and for a second they are silenced by the sight. No point in pretending I don’t have a derriere that would put some lingerie models to shame and I know that under the guises of having a good laugh a good number of them will now be getting seriously horny and I wonder what how many fucks and sucks and fondles will be happening later tonight fuelled by seeing bits of me that I normally keep well hidden from the public eye.

I let out a token squeal of horror and protest, but in fact I’m now so turned on I want to be made an exhibition of and be the star in a sex show that will leave everyone rampant for days afterwards. From what can hear some of the men are so wound up by watching they are forgetting to pretend that this is just a joke and I woudn’t be surprised if half of them had already taken their cocks out,

and I’m revelling in the idea that the men will still be wanking over the memory of this in a week’s time as indeed I might well be. 

When the man hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and I realise that he’s going to pull them down so everyone of my assembled friends will be able to see my bare bottom and very likely even more intimate bits of me, I don’t make any move to stop him but simply hold my breath in anticipation. (To be continued...)

I seem to be back!

Thank God, I seem to be up and running again. Because of the temporary panic I have not had time to put any proper posts together since my return so I thought I would reproduce a couple from way back. Have quite a good one taking shape in my head right now, so hopefully next week should be a lot better



WINDOW DRESSING

He always looks up at the window when he crosses the courtyard. I wonder what he’ll l do when he sees me sitting here like this. Rush up the stairs, and what? Laugh and kiss me all over, take me straight to bed?

Maybe he’ll spank me. He’s threatened me with a spanking a couple of times recently, didn’t actually do it, but there was a real gleam in his eye and when we had sex he was even more aroused than usual. How could he resist the chance to spank a young girl like me across his knee, specially when I’m naked except for stockings. I brought them as a special treat for him, and for me of course.


 If I were my boyfriend I’d spank me lots, I’m such a little minx at times, goading and teasing him. I don’t know, but somehow I think today’s when it’s going to happen, my first ever spanking. I wonder, let me practice the words in my head,

“Sir…….” Pause and look at him with big innocent eyes, “What’s the punishment for a naughty girl who sits naked in a window where everyone can see her….?”


THE PSYCHOLOGY OF SPANKING

Spanking, the act of taking a miscreant across the knee, baring the bottom and repeatedly and rhythmically slapping it, (if you can think of a better definition, please send it to me) is fixed in all our collective minds as a punishment for children, especially girl children, notwithstanding that we don’t spank children these days and very few people under the age of about sixty will ever have been punished that way.

These days, it’s wives, girlfriends, and lovers who get spanked, and although the ostensible reason is because they’ve been asking for it, we all know it’s because for a man, taking a pretty young girl across his knee and telling her in quite unnecessary detail just how much she deserves the punishment that he’s about to visit on her bare bottom, makes him as horny as hell. Just to threaten a girl with a spanking, especially a girl with whom he is not (yet) in an intimate relationship will probably on its own be enough to give him an erection. It’s a fact that giving, thinking about, or watching a spanking is an erotic trigger for most men and a lot of women which immediately makes us ask why, and the answer goes way beyond the fact that it gives a man an excuse to pull a girl’s knickers down, although that does add to the pleasure of it.

The full answer could fill a book but I think a powerful element is what I have set out above, namely that spanking is fixed in our heads as a punishment for children and that when man spanks a woman he has reduced her to the status of a child, and having taken that degree of power over her it gives him a massive high. Not only that, the moral high ground he has taken on entitles him lower or even remove her panties and concentrate all his attentions on her naked bottom and her scarcely hidden sex, all the while making out that he has only done this because it was his duty to do so as a responsible adult.

 For a grown woman being spanked is undignified, painful and demeaning, but in my case that’s exactly why it turns me on. For as long as it lasts I’m a naughty little girl again, and at some level I know this punishment is for my own good and that once I’ve learned my lesson everything will be made right again which of course will be a grown up treat of beautiful sex.

And for me the other side of the coin is that when I decide that any female in my life has overstepped the mark and a spanking is called for, I get exactly the same arousal from exercising that power and authority as a man does when taking me over his knee.

I could write a great deal more, but I don’t wish to over analyse. Having said that, I would like to understand this better and I would be interested in any comments from anyone as to why for them giving or receiving a spanking is such a turn on.

HELP!

I have problems with my blogger and cannot upload images. The facility for doing so seems to have self destructed!

Apologies for absence of posts, and I will try and sort it out asap.

Liz   

Holiday pics

I’m back, not yet completely together but sort of coming round to normal life(Whatever normal might be in the strange world I occupy!) As I currently don’t have time to tell you about my short holiday, I though I’d just give you some pics as a flavour of what it was all about. Proper posting shortly! ( I promise!)




Me checking my sun tan.

Auditioning for the talent show.

With my friend Charlotte, finding out that the “No trespassing” sign really meant what it said!

With my friend Charlotte comparing botties afterwards.

Me surprised by the Manager having stupidly left the bathroom door unlocked.

The manager explaining that, yes, I had been careless but he wasn’t at all cross and would be quite happy to make sure he was always around when I had a bath, to make sure no one else barged in on me.

The manager’s wife giving me her own take on the situation.

The maid who tidied my room each day.

Me showing the maid my appreciation for looking after me so nicely.

The maid showing me her appreciation for my appreciation.(There are more in this series but I’m not sure I should make them public.)

Me playing pin the tail on the donkey.

The one day it rained.

Me and Charlotte paying forfeits with the other guests. ( I don’t know why but we seemed to be very much in demand for this.)

Enjoying the fresh air.

Me a letting one of the other guests share my shower as apparently his had broken.

Me (how embarrassing ) coming bottom in the optional first aid course.

The man who thinks he’s my boyfriend asking me about all the fun times I had while I was away and expressing certain opinions.

The other man who thinks he’s my boyfriend asking me about all the fun times I had while I was away and expressing certain opinions.

Ho hum. The simple pleasures of going away. Still, it's nice to be back!

Elizabeth on Holiday

I’m going on a break for about ten days and I have to say I’m quite excited


 

I won't go into to much detail, but I will tell you that I will be trying to get lots of fresh air ,

trying to relax,

and of course read a few improving books.

I want to try to stay out of trouble,

and hope to get on with anyone I might meet. 

Let’s hope I succeed!

In the mean time I will miss you all and look forward to being back with youin about tenh days.

 Liz