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Ahh, the good old days! How we miss them, a time when women knew their place and domestic transgressions were punished by a good old fashioned spanking over hubby’s knee after which he was rewarded for his efforts with steak and kidney pie for tea and , all going well, sex with the landing light on so if he was lucky he might get a good eyeful of his Misses through her nearly see through nighty.
But how would I know? I would guess from looking a them that these photographs of domestic discipline were taken in the sixties or early seventies, and of course I wasn’t even born then, let alone reached my spank by date.
And where is a woman’s place these days? Well I know where mine is and it’s in charge of my own sexual destiny, and supposing, just supposing, the remote possibility that from time to time Elizabeth might find her self struggling and spitting over a man’s knee with her panties down (a silly idea of course) then it’s because ,she carefully and subtly planted the idea in the man’s mind in the first place that a good spanking was just what young Elizabeth needed. (Let me draw breath here as that was such a long sentence!)
A plague on the good old days and a plague on domestic bullies and golf playing stamp collecting Sunday morning car washing small town tyrants, but let’s have more gorgeous men with lively minds , inquisitive and vibrant members, and enough bedroom imagination to know that there is a time to give that cheeky minx in your life a sharp stinging session over your knee because that’s exactly what you both want!
“I think,” He suddenly said landing a particularly stinging spank in what was now the very hottest part of my bottom, just where it met my upper thigh and curved into my sex “I think you may just have learned your lesson. What do you think?”
Yes. What did I think, inverted, exposed and on fire internally and externally from as sound a spanking as any girl had ever been given over her boss’s knee?
“I think I have, Sir.” I managed to gasp, wondering why despite having just been through the most humiliating and painful experience of my life that there was such a sweetness inside me that I didn’t want anything to take away.
“Good!” He said, but made no move to release me. “Maybe you should just stay there for a minute and ponder on what’s just happened and let the lesson sink in.”
I was happy to do that, happy to let my body and mind marinade in the pleasurable pain that throbbed and glowed, particularly now he was circling his hand over my naked bottom and soothing it in ways that were all too arousing . I had behaved like a brat I had been punished for it and now it was all over and I could look forward to a new beginning, a new beginning that seemed to be full of such deliciously wicked thoughts and feelings I wasn’t sure how I was going to accommodate them.
Gordon Huxley, the man who had just spanked me like a naughty little girl, was with his sub vampire looks strangely attractive, and right now I was supine across his knee with my knickers round my thighs and no doubt he was feasting is wolf’s eyes not merely on my scorched bottom but on that secret crevice that only my lovers got to see. I could only guess that he could not be completely free of the sort of thoughts that were flooding my brain right now.
A second later that question was answered when his strokings changed direction and his finger tips slid further down the curve of my thigh till they were so close to touching me where I touch myself at night that I started to wriggle and squirm at the contact. Seconds later he had actually made the briefest penetration and I was unambiguously mewling with pleasure. Sadist that he clearly was he stopped as soon as he started and suddenly stood me up.
“Young lady,” He said, his mouth a sardonic smirk. “I was just testing to see if you were moist, and I find you were. I do hope you’re not the sort of girl who enjoys being spanked. You’re not are you?”
“No, Sir! No, Sir!” I exclaimed, so confused with all this I didn’t know where I was. “Of course not, Sir.”
“That’s good.” He said. “Because in my experience one spanking is never enough to really get a lesson across. I think a girl needs at least two or three to really gain any benefit. I think that a couple more, maybe in my flat this time, should do the trick. It’s just that if you were enjoying it , well, that would defeat the whole exercise wouldn’t it?”
“Of course, Sir!” It wasn’t easy to say that as he had just pulled my knickers down to my ankles and had started kissing me, a strange thing to do for a man who was concerned if I might have enjoyed my punishment.
“And presumably,” I could see where this was going so decided to help it along. “When you spank me in your flat you would like me to be wearing stockings?”
“A very good idea!” He said, one hand now between my legs and the other on one of my breasts. “It’s important that girls are properly dressed on these occasions”
“Of course, Sir.” I went on, dropping to my knees in front of him.
“But one small thing. Apparently there are also some men who enjoy taking pretty young girls over their knee and spanking them with their knickers down. It’s just as well you’re not that sort of man.” And as I said it I took out his quivering member and examined it with care.
"Because if you were then it would be quite wrong of you to spank me again wouldn’t it?”
I was going to say some more but being a properly brought up girl who was taught that it was wrong to speak with her mouth full I decided against it; and anyway, we seemed to have got to a point where further conversation wasn’t necessary.
“And where does that leave me?” I asked, afraid of the answer as my position with Cranbourne and Wheeler was now very likely over for good along with all my hopes for a future in publishing.
“Where does that leave you?” He answered, his swarthy face as always sardonic and impenetrable. “I would say that leaves you across my knee with your knickers down.”
I felt my face crimson with shock and embarrassment, and as that forbidden image flashed into my brain I was quite unable to speak as my breath seemed to have suddenly left my body.
In all my privileged twenty years no one had ever spoken to me like that, and the only thing stopping me from slapping his face and storming out was that my position was so vulnerable I had nowhere to turn. I was nine months into my training with a small but very prestigious publishing house in Bloomsbury and until the last twenty four hours I appeared to have had been doing staggeringly well and the future was be glowing. But suddenly I was in crisis. Being painfully honest with myself I had been getting all too pleased with myself and throwing my weight around with the junior staff and yesterday I had gone too far. I had berated the senior partner’s elderly and treasured secretary for incompetence relating to a mistake that it turned out was actually mine. There had been a complete furore and demands for my dismissal which had resulted in this meeting with Gordon Huxley one of the newer partners.
That it had to be him having this meeting with me made it even worse. He was dark and inscrutable and there was something of the night about him that I couldn’t put my finger on. Whenever I caught him looking at me in the office he seemed to be secretly laughing at me, and for a girl with an impressively academic career behind her and a very high opinion of her self it was very disturbing. And now here I was being threatened by him with a spanking.
“But …” I managed to stutter, desperately trying to pull myself together. “Sorry, but you can’t talk to me…you can’t talk to anyone like that. It’s completely….”
“It’s completely what you’ve been asking for.” He said cutting right across me. “You’ve been behaving like a spoilt brat for far too long and you’ve upset a lot of people. We are a significant name in the publishing world and if you’re dismissed from here the chances are you’ll never get a job in publishing again. I’m prepared to keep you on, but only if you’re punished for being such a little madam and only if as a result you learn some humility. A good spanking is exactly what you’ve needed for some time, but if you can’t cope with it then you can simply walk out of that door right now and that will be the end of it.”
What sort of choice was that? Being spanked over his knee like a naughty child or out in the wilderness form where I might never return.
With my brain in turmoil and my stomach churning I knew that there was only one answer and I would have to accept the shame of being punished.
“Very well.” I finally muttered, my eyes downcast and my face a burning beacon.
“Very well what?” He asked, clearly determined to wring every drop of humiliation from me.
“Very well…….” God did I actually have to say the words. “Very well …I accept being punished.”
“Being what?” He insisted, and I knew that that he was enjoying this and that I was helpless to do anything about it. “I accept being spanked.”
“Good!” He said, and put his fingers under my chin to tip my face up so I was looking right in the eyes. “All in all a wise decision. And one small thing, for the foreseeable future I would like you to call me, Sir. Is that understood?”
What could I say? He was clearly a sadist and I was at his mercy. “Yes, Sir!”
“Right, I think you are at last learning your place. Now,” He took off his jacket and passed me a key that was sitting on the corner of his desk. “Go and lock that door and then bring me the key back.”
With my heart in my mouth I did as I was told, closing and locking the outer door, then guessing he would want me to, also closing the green baize lined inner door that ensured that the room was completely sound proofed. I was now effectively his prisoner and for as long as he wanted he could do what he wanted with me.
I walked back to him, conscious of his eyes burning into me and assessing the girl he was about to spank. That girl was, it had to be said, pretty gorgeous with a lithe figure and exceptional legs which today were shown off in a particularly short skirt, and no doubt the idea of having me pinned across his knee was hardly a torment for him.
Would he have been so keen to spank me if I was a middle aged frump? Who knows? It was me and it was going to happen any moment now.
Not wasting any time he had already positioned a chair in front of his large desk and the full implication of what was about to happen was really hitting me but he did not give me time to think about it any further. Seating himself in the chair he took me by the wrist and made me stand beside him.
“Now you know what’s going to happen don’t you?” He said and I could tell he was relishing every second of this. “You’re going over my knee, I’m going to pull your knickers down and I’m going to spank you until I feel you’ve learned your lesson.”
“But….” Even at this crisis time some instinct for self preservation cut in “But is it really necessary, I mean……”
But even as I was speaking he had pulled me across his knee and I knew that words were now a waste of time. “Look I’m really sorry, Sir…..” And he was shrugging me into place with my hands hooked up into the small of my back. With such a short skirt on I knew that my tiny panties would barely be covered and even as I thought this I could feel his hand roving over the fabric of my skirt and the flesh of my upper thighs.
He wasn’t just punishing me, he was getting off on this, but to my complete amazement I realised that mixed with my horror of what was about to happen , some weird thrill of excitement was making itself known as well. I was so confused that it took a second to realise that he had already taken hold of the hem of my skirt and was pulling it all the way up,
and even though I had now totally accepted that was going to be spanked, some token resistance kicked in. He would now be seeing my miniscule panties and more than half of my bottom and whatever modesty I had left was affronted.
“No…not with my skirt up Sir!” I was calling out. “That’s just not fair!”
But even as I said it he was unambiguously exploring my half naked globes with his hand like someone testing fruit in the market before buying.
“The humiliation of being exposed is at least half of the punishment he said smoothly, carrying on his exploration without pause. “You need to understand exactly where you stand with me and the firm from now on. Nothing less than a proper old fashioned spanking will do, and that’s why,” And to my horror I felt him take hold of the elasticated waistband of my panties. “That’s why to get the lesson across loud and clear you’re going to be spanked with your panties down.”
Dear God! How had all my career hopes ended up like this? Across a man’s knee, skirt up, knickers down and about to be spanked? It was all too much and resistance kicked in in a big way and I started to struggle for real, my body wriggling like a fish and my legs kicking up and down, but he was too strong for me and held me firmly in place.
“If you want to do it the hard way, it’s up to you!” And a stinging spank landed in the very centre of my bottom causing me to let out a scream, and then another and another followed it in sharp succession.
In all my twenty years no one had ever laid a hand on me and this burning pain was a complete new sensation and one that I was sot sure that I could cope with. It hit me that few generations back young girls could expect to be spanked like this two or three times a week, but how on earth did they manage?
As a burning rhythm of spanks started to build up I already knew that just one spanking was more than enough and that after this I would be the best behaved girl that ever lived to avoid the possibility of a repeat.
There was a moment’s pause and I was able to draw breath, but I knew that it was far from over and that he was just taking stock. Leaning down he pulled my panties down a few inches more and caressed my burning cheeks with his hand. “OK,” He said like an athlete who has jut completed a warm up. “Let’s get you spanked properly shall we?”
But suddenly it was different. That brief pause had been enough, enough for me to realise that, yes I had been behaving like a spoilt brat and that I really did deserve to be punished this. I was now determined to accept it with as good a grace as I could, but more than that, as he caressed and explored, the strange intimacy of being across his knee with my bottom bared and my secret places on blatant display really hit me. It was as if I was a naughty child who was being spanked for her own good by a benevolent parent and a strange liquid pleasure started to seep through me. Wholly confused by this but determined not to loose it, when he started to paste my naked bottom again I tried not to struggle, tried to accept my fate and suddenly it was something else entirely.
Yes it burned and scourged my young girl’s flesh but now I embraced the pain and in doing so embraced the pleasure of it as well. The sounds emerging from my lips were different, a gutteral mix of cries and whimpers, sobs of arousal, and in tune with my heightened reaction he set in to really teach me a lesson that I wouldn’t forget.
(To be continued)
If you're naughty, and your boyfriend spanks you like this,
then when you wait for him in bed afterwards, the chances are you'll look something like this.
But if you're very naughty, and your boyfriend spanks you like this,
then when you wait for him in bed afterwards, there's a good chance that you'll look more like this.
Only you know what turns you on the most, and it's entirely up to you!
Yes, I know that posts are a little thin at the moment; I will do my best to remedy this shortly.
Pending that, give yourselves a small treat. Go into Chross Blogt and click on Spanking Resources, then scroll down to 'Damsel in Distress', a short black and white silent film which I think is a little jem.
I'm nervous about this Cynthia. If the head catches us smoking we'll all be spanked!
I've just got to stop reading Sexuelle!
Mmm! Oh hi Alison. You’re awake too are you. I’ve just had the oddest dream, well not odd but really naughty. I think it was because I was reading that book you lent me. Yes, that one about sexual fetishes .
Look I know your going to want to spank me when I tell you about it , so do you want me over your knee now while I tell you . I thought you would . Yes that’s it….mmmm yes give my bottom a little stroke and I’ll tell you.
I was going to have a meal with a bunch of girls, all very simple and innocent, but when we were all sitting down, the person serving it was a young boy and he was completely naked. Yes honestly. What? Did he have a stiffy? I knew you’d want to know that! Don’t think so, well maybe just the first beginings of one.
Anyway none of the girls except me seemed to take any notice and I began to feel sorry for him, so I went into the kitchen to see if he needed any help. He was working away at the sink all by himself,
and so I just got stuck in and gave him a bit of a hand. No! Not that sort of a hand , well not to start with anyway. And of course I couldn’t help wondering if he was gay doing this sort of thing and so I thought I would find out and very subtly let my top fall open just a bit so he could get just a glimpse of….
OW!! That hurt!
OK, you’re right. I did allow him a bit more than a glimpse but he was rather cute and you know I swing both ways. Anyway he seemed to be looking at me and taking some interest so I went a bit further and well, I just gave his bottom a little kiss,
and yes, things did start to liven up in the lower regions and….Ouch! Yes I know I deserve it. Ow!!
You still want to hear the rest though don’t you. Thought you did! Anyway
I gave him a bit of a fondle,
and he was nice to me in return,
…..yes the sort of thing you're doing to me now
…..that’s so nice…..and one thing led to another and ……kiss me again like that….and ….. then we were really fucking,
and it was really wonderful and I was all wet down there just the way you’re making me now,
… and I’ll tell you the rest later… Ahh!
As I have no time for a proper post, here are a few images for you to let your imaginations loose on:-
They say that girls just want too have fun. This girl certainly does!
Will that be all, Madame?
But you can’t possibly spank me! I’m just an innocent little bunny.
Sometimes the punishment simply has to reflect the crime.
Look when we first met I did explain that I wasn’t actually lesbian,
But that made no difference as I’m hardly sexually inexperienced and in fact I have been with a woman before, so that wasn’t a problem,
And I do find you massively attractive and kissing you is wonderful and I can’t get enough of it.
And I don’t mind that you have a dominant streak, in fact that only makes it more exciting,
My previous girlfriend loved to tie me up, so I’m used to that sort of thing,
And I know I shouldn’t admit this, but when you spank me for being naughty , frankly I love it.
It’s just that well, when we make love, it’s not quite what I would have expected from a girl,
and, I don’t know, there’s something about you that’s just that bit different from what I would have expected……..
