SEXUELLE

Just letting her know...

2012-02-12T11:58:00.001-08:00

“I was just wondering….”

Her voice was dreamy, appropriate for a girl who was just recovering from having been kissed to orgasm only ten minutes before.

The sheets were rumbled round her semi nakedness and the room was perfumed with a mixture of Chanel and sex.

“What were you wondering?” I asked her slipping a sheet round me and going over to the window to look out over the chimney pots.

“Oh nothing ! It doesn’t matter.” But everything said by someone who is a relative stranger to your bedroom matters, but I had all the time in the world so was happy to let it wait.

She got up and slipped on a few things, paused to admire how she looked in the mirror,

then changed again, first into something sleek and clingy,

then some lingerie

still at her young age not quite able to believe that she was now this grown up and could look so desirable. “What do you think of this?”

The previous night we had discussed what we each liked to wear and had even spent time making up each other’s faces,

but this was different. She was testing me, seeing what effect the sight of her in these different garments was having on me.

“Yes. What do I think?” I went over and kissed her, revelling in the feel of her soft mouth against mine. “I think that you’re a wicked little cock teaser!”

She laughed and pulled away, pirouetting across to the other side of the room. “Bit of a contradiction!” She said, her eyes burning into mine. “Seeing that you don’t have a cock. At least, I don’t think so.” And she came over and made a great pantomime of investigating my quivering cleft, eyes and fingers and tongue all involved in the process till I was squirming with pleasure.

“Well, whatever you are,” And by now I had manoeuvred her across to the bed had had her pinioned in to place. “You are certainly a wicked one!”

We rolled away from each other so we were on our backs looking up at the ceiling, our fingers intertwined, laying there silently and wondering where this was going to take us. We were still new to each other and everything was an adventure and everything potentially sexual.

“Anyway, I was wondering… ..” and I knew that this had to be important as she was shy of just coming straight out with it. “If you’d ever been spanked?”

I took a second to answer, my breath suddenly a little uneven. With a new lover I tend to be cautious in introducing certain things into the erotic repertoire in case it plays a sour note. “Why do you ask?” I said eventually, my voice carefully neutral.”

“Oh, I just wondered, that’s all.” Her head was nuzzled into my shoulder and one of my hands was exploring her breast. I leaned over and kissed her again before going on. “What about you then? Have you ever been spanked?”

“No never!” She said, then let out one of her little giggles. “I’m a good girl aren’t I!” She paused before going on. “It’s just that I was just reading this book where one of the girls gets spanked by her boyfriend for flirting with his best friend and I kept thinking how painful and humiliating it must have been for her. I just can’t imagine what that must feel like.”

“Well…….” And I took my time to go on, wondering what sort of book she had been reading where young girls find themselves getting spanked . I would have to ask more about that later. “If you’re curious,” And she was now folded tightly into me . “And you really want to know what it must have felt like ….” The air now was electric and we both knew that we had started something that had its own momentum. However long we took on the preliminaries, where we were taking this was an inevitable.

“I didn’t actually say….” And her eyes were now wide with an excited anticipation. “I didn’t actually say that I wanted……”

“But let’s be honest,” And I now had her by the wrist and was moving the two of us to the end of the bed. “Leaving aside what you’ve just asked me, you were behaving like a cock teaser barely a few minutes ago, and we all know what the punishment is for that.”

I was now sitting on the end of the bed with her positioned beside me, luminous with excitement. “Is it being spanked?” She asked, now completely lost in the charade we were playing out.

“It most certainly is. A good thorough one across the knee.”

“Well…..Not to thorough I hope.” She was almost trembling now, knotted with excitement and nervousness and not sure what she had got herself into.

“As thorough as you deserve you don’t you think.” I slid my hand up the hem of the flimsy dress she had slipped on to find out what she had on underneath. “And of course it will have to be on your bare bottom so take it as read that I’ll be pulling your panties down.”

As I positioned her across my knee my heart was in my mouth and when I lowered her skimpy knickers to the middle of her sleek thighs she let out a sort of sigh. Despite all the sex we’d shared both the previous night and this morning this game seemed to have brought both of us to a new level of arousal. Her naked bottom that was already so familiar to me had never seemed so desirable and as I caressed those perfect globes I knew that right now I wanted nothing more than what we were doing now.

“So you’ve never been spanked before?” I breathed, my hand caressing her bottom and making sure as I did so that my fingers occasionally brushed against her sex causing her to jerk and gasp. “Maybe then I should introduce you to it slowly.”

After a final caress I gave her a little sharp slap and she jerked slightly and let out a short ambiguous gasp and then I followed it with couple more, each one a tiny stinging punishment. “OK so far?” I asked, circling the new pinkness with my hand.

“Yes, Miss!” She answered. “I think so.”

“Good, because we’ve a long way to go yet.” And now I moved things on a little and started to spank her with a quiet steady rhythm knowing from my own experiences on the receiving end that this would be lighting a tiny fire that would be almost comforting to start with but then would move on to become something else entirely.

She was reacting exactly as I had hoped, not struggling as such but writhing and wriggling as she tried to cope with was what happening to her and letting out little moans as the repeated spank spank spank on her lovely young bottom was starting to take its toll. She would really be feeling it now, pain and excitement taking her to a strange new place she had not been to before, wanting more yet not sure it could be endured.

And as for me, I was in a trance of arousal, completely suffused with the need to punish and to pleasure this exquisite young girl pinned helplessly across my knee. Somewhere during this she had lost all her clothing and I knew that when I had taken this as far as I chose her nakedness was mine for the taking. “You deserve this, don’t you!” I whispered, bending my face down close to hers. “You’re a naughty little cock teaser aren’t you?”

“Yes, Miss! Yes, Miss!” Her voice was little more than a gasp. “I’m such a bad girl. In fact….” And now she was struggling for real but not against the building pain but against her growing excitement that I could see had taken her right to the edge.

“In fact you’re so naughty,” I said, “That it might even be ….” And I paused my punishment to stroke my hand over her glowing bottom before letting my fingers trail over the moist epicentre of her sexuality. She was at such a pitch that it was enough. Moments later she screamed out her orgasm, sobbing with the pleasure of it as it ripped out of her.

***

Half an hour later we were yet again curled round each other together on the bed in a strange sort of excited peace, our bodies at rest, but all too aware that we had opened the door to a secret garden and that we would have to go there again and again.

“Elizabeth?” She said eventually and I turned to hear what she was about to ask me. “You never actually answered my question.”

“What question was that?” I answered knowing exactly what she was going to say.

“I asked you if you’d ever been spanked.”

“So you did!” I turned and kissed her. “And a very impertinent question it was! The very idea!”

Maybe a moment's thought.....

2012-02-07T11:51:00.001-08:00

When you are having your morning bath, getting ready for the day ahead,

Maybe it might be an idea to consider the effect the way you dress might have on all the people around you and not to wear clothes that are too provocative.

And at when you are the office, maybe be careful to ensure that you are not attracting too much male attention.

After all, you don’t know what fantasies some of the men might be having about you,

And that being the case, what to you could be say, no more than the innocent picking up of something you’ve dropped, could in fact be stirring up all sorts of emotions and ideas,

which if they get out of control could easily lead to one sort of problem,

or another,

Or may be something else entirely!

Living in hope!

2012-02-04T12:29:00.001-08:00

Poetry Corner

2012-02-04T12:14:00.001-08:00

There once was a young girl called Tess

Who got herself in a mess,

A man she was wanking,

He gave her a spanking,

And then ran off with her dress!

A girl from the midlands called Jane,

She drove all the young men insane,

With her provocative clothes,

(You’ve all seen her in those)

But it earned her a dose of the cane!

When Jenny went shopping one day,

She got spanked without any delay

Because she’d left her pants,

back home at her aunts,

And everyone shouted hooray!

Blog teaser

2012-02-03T00:51:00.000-08:00

This is both an apology and a bit of a tease.

First I know that my postings are currently a little thin. There are too many strands to my life to keep up with at the moment. I will try and make it up to you all as I get back on top of things.

And the tease? Well all going well I hope to announce some good news shortly that might put a glint in your eyes.

Pending that , if you can keep me at the tip of your erotic imaginations, I will be both pleased and grateful.

Liz

Spanking Elizabeth

2012-01-29T11:15:00.001-08:00

“I think, young Elizabeth,” He said to me. “I think that you are being a bad girl.”

Now that was a matter of opinion, but it was also the beginning of the sort of conversation that tends to go only in one direction. As it was a direction I was happy for it to go in, I played along. After all it was a Saturday morning (just a week go) the man in question was rather nice and he was in my bed while I was considering what clothes I should wear for something we were going to in the evening . We had already shared what friend of mine refers to as “A beautiful moment” after which, snuggled in the pillows we had enjoyed a tray of coffee, so now we were in a wonderfully relaxed mood and had all the time in the world to explore a few ideas.

“Bad?” I said giving him my best innocent stare my eyes wide and limpid. “How could you possibly say that about a good little girl like me?” It’s true that at that very second I was at that stage in dressing best described as ‘between clothes’, but had he been any sort of gentleman he should have been averting his eyes.

He sat up a bit further, the gleam in his eyes a fraction brighter than it had been before. “Well you are making something of an exhibition of yourself.”

Just between ourselves I suppose I had been, but after the first night with a somewhat gorgeous man naturally I was subtly reminding him that he had done rather well for himself. Of course I couldn’t admit that to him though.

“Sorry if I’m offending you.” I said. “Let me cover up.” And I slipped on a garment that I can’t even describe save to say that it’s short transparent and floaty “Is that better?” I asked him giving a little twirl. “Is that more modest for you?”

“It might just better.” He said, his voice now a low growl. “It might just look better with stockings!”

Well why not, so I gave him Elizabeth in stockings,

and then a tried on a few other combinations that I knew would press all the right buttons

and after a while of this he was sitting on the end of the bed, every inch of him electric with anticipation.

“There’s still no getting out of it.” He said, his hands lightly on my stockinged thighs. “You really are being a bad girl!”

But, just suppose that I am……” and I let the sentence hover between us for a moment. “Not that I’m admitting it, but if I am, what should the punishment?”

We were now both on fire, knowing we had started something that had its own momentum. “ I think,” he said , and he was kissing me now and I could feel his erection throbbing against me. “I think I’ve got no choice but to give you a good spanking.”

“A spanking!” I breathed, my voice tinged with a mixture of horror and excited anticipation. “Not actually spank me!”

“I can’t see that I’ve got any choice.”

“Does that mean …..?” I was savouring every second of this now, dwelling on each little detail. “That you going to put me over your knee?”

“Exactly!” He said . “A proper old fashioned spanking. Across my knee with your knickers down.” And I’m sure that even as he said it we both had an image of me in that exact position.

“No!” I said backing off. “That would be so,….” And I was on the far side of the room, pressing close to the wall as if trying to escape ”So humiliating!”

“It’s your own fault!” He said coming across to get me. “You chose to flaunt yourself , so you’ve got to take the consequences.”

Moments later he was sitting on the end of the bed and he had pulled my over his knee , stroking his hand over my upturned bottom as if it were a piece of art to be appreciated and savoured.

“If you tell me you deserve it,” He said , his hands now up inside my panties and making me squirm with arousal. “I won’t be so hard on you.”

“Well in that case, Sir,” and I paused for him to take in how I was addressing him. “I’ve been a very naughty girl and I deserve to be given a good hard spanking.”

“With your knickers down.” He prompted me and I went along with it, every one of our carefully chosen words arousing me further.

“With my knickers down.”

So what else shall I tell you about that Saturday morning; only what I’m sure you already know. He pulled my knickers down,

gave me a long thorough spanking,

took a moment off to remind me just how much I had deserved it then spanked me some more to get the point across while I wriggled and gasped,

and then he brought me up on his lap to make it better.

“Are you going to be a good girl from now on?” He asked me, and of course I promised that I would, but surprise surprise, the next thing I was behaving like a very bad girl indeed!

But I’m sure you’d guessed that as well!

Take a girl.....

2012-01-24T11:29:00.001-08:00

If you take a girl with a cute face,

And an even cuter bottom,

Who has a cute boss,

And they work together in close proximation

It’s quite likely that, maybe even unconsciously, she will do something to increase the tension between them,

So that before you know it there is, shall we say, an incident.

However much the two of them will try and pretend that it did not happen , it is more than likely that it will occupy both of their minds when they are on their own, little suspecting that the other having similar thoughts.

Let’s hope for both their sakes that they can find ways to mutually help each other make the most of these incendiary thoughts.

Because after all, then they would be able to really start to enjoy themselves!

And think of the money they would save in hot water and soap!

Margaret and George (**Names changed to protect the guilty!)

2012-01-21T11:41:00.001-08:00

I did something last week that resulted in my wondering if in fact I might be sexually naïve (honestly!) but which on the plus side kept both my imagination and my index finger busy for couple of nights.

I was press ganged into going to see a local amateur musical evening, the sort of thing I would normally shy away from at all costs but I had no choice. Its structure was a series of scenes from a number ot of the well known musicals, and I have to say it was done far better than I had dared expect. But more than that, the choreographer had gone to town bringing out the raunchy elements of each piece in ways I would not have expected to see on the stage of a village hall. Prancing around the stage at different times were suspendered sirens in night club scenes,

Nancy from Oliver with her full breasts practically fighting to break free of her low cut top, and the girls dressed for a harem scene in ways that could only have been designed to send the men home with smiles on their faces and bulges in their trousers.

But the real shock was realising that one of the women up there, smouldering and strutting for our benefit, was a local farmer’s wife, someone I know only slightly and who I have only ever seen in old jumpers and muddy wellies as she works round the farm. Nothing wrong with her looks or her figure, but she is someone I have always considered to be rather dull, and now I was seeing her with entirely new eyes. A voice from an older woman sitting behind me summed it all up very nicely. ”Margaret’s certainly getting in touch with her inner slut!”

The mistake that we all make, me included, is that we forget that all the anonymous people we see in our day to day lives have a lot more to them than meets the eye, and that even the blandest looking female has an inner slut simply dying to bust free when given the opportunity. How many of these women own enviable collections of erotic lingerie that they dress up at appropriate times for the benefit of husbands or lovers,

and how many of them are experts in the art of seduction, artfully bringing their bedroom companions from simmer to boil with a flash of thigh or a lingering glance.

But it was a further remark from the same woman that really got my imagination in a spin. “George hasn’t seen this yet.” She said. “I wonder what he’s going to think!”

Exactly! What was George going to think, and what would happen between him and Margaret when they got home afterwards. Like me, would he be seeing her with new eyes and excited with the fresh erotic possibilities she had now offered him, suggesting an early night and following her sinuous body up the stairs to their waiting bedroom,

or would his reaction it be something else entirely? The whole village had seen his wife dressed and behaving like a slut , so how should he deal with it? Throw her across his knee the second their front door closed behind them,

or maybe take his time to remind her exactly why out of nowhere she was finding herself being given the naughty girl treatment?

“You’re behaving like a slut!” He might tell her with grim determination as she struggled and squealed over his knee, and she would be forced to agree, secretly wallowing in the realisation of what she had woken in him.

Would he force her to wait for her punishment, bent over and exposed and wondering how severely he would treat her, in this position looking far more like a slut than she had on the stage,

all the while knowing that George would be getting increasingly excited at each progressive stage, revelling in the sight of her bare bottom over his knee as she struggles there with her knickers half way down her smooth thighs.

Utilising that well known principal that all men love, “If you act like a slut, I’ll treat you like a slut” maybe he will insist on stripping her naked before taking her over his knee for lengthy and all too satisfying spanking.

But as I said near the beginning, clearly I know nothing about the mysterious Margaret and what turns her on. There’s obviously way more to her than I had ever guessed. Perhaps it would be her encouraging him to exercise some discipline, goading him with reminders of what inflammatory garments she has dressed up in and the effect she saw it was having on the men back stage.

And again, I have no idea about what goes on between them round the farm when no one is around. If she makes a mistake over the milking, can she routinely expect to find herself being exposed and spanked,

and if so, does she then demonstrate her ability to produce full cream whenever it is needed?

And what about their sex life otherwise? Does she wait for him in the hay loft, blatantly flashing her stocking tops at him to get him in the mood,

or maybe she wanders round yard in a see through nightie reminding him that she has far more to offer than just haymaking.

I don’t know and l never will know, but that’s no reason why I shouldn’t give the whole subject of Margaret and George some further thought in bed tonight!

Dear Phillida......

2012-01-16T11:54:00.001-08:00

Dear Phillida,

Hope things are all Ok with you. I’m fine I suppose but I’m still having problems living with my cousin Annabel. Basically she’s very nice, but she’s a lot older than me and keeps telling me that she’s taking me under her wing and looking after my welfare and interests .

What that means in practice is that every night before we go to bed she spanks me. Yes honestly! The real thing, over her knee with my knickers down.

“If you behave like a child, “ She keeps telling me, I’m going to treat you like one.”

I’ll tell you what it’s about. It’s all to do with my not holding down a job. I’ve tried honestly, but things just keep going wrong. I went the conventional route at first and started as a nurse. You know how I like being nice to people and trying to make them feel better. Well it seems I tried a bit too hard to cheer some of the men up!

Apparently all I did was to raise their blood pressure to dangerous levels, so after an in depth discussion with Matron I decided to leave.

So I thought I’d try being a secretary. Couldn’t be that difficult, and I thought that provided I looked the part and kept the boss happy, then that was the main thing. And he did say that I certainly looked the part which meant that he spent lots of time looking me over, and I could see I was clearly making him happy.

He was very nice to me, no doubt about it,

so in turn I tried to be extra nice to him,

and things were going along swimmingly till he actually got round to looking at my work and it seemed that it was full of mistakes!

He had a bit of a word with me about it

and so I decided to leave.

Being prepared to have go at anything I even tried working on a building site, and they were all pleased to have girl working with them and they had me up and down ladders all day

But then the heath and safety man paid a visit and said I was a distraction and I had to go!

I got a bit depressed t this point. “Sod it!” I thought. I’ve had enough of working. I’m going to become a nun. And I did! Yes honestly! But sitting round praying all day gets a bit boring after a while, so when the local priest came to visit I was so pleased for a bit of distraction. “Make him feel welcome!” The Mother Superior said to me. “Make him feel welcome child.”

So OK, maybe I did make him feel a bit too welcome, but I’m only human after all!

So once the Mother Superior expressed her views to me about that, I was back out in the world again!

So then I thought, what is it I really like doing? Dressing up in gorgeous lingerie and looking sexy. And let’s be honest, I do have a good figure, so I got a job as a photographer’s model. Great! All I had to do was to pose and pout and he took pictures of me.

Pictures of me in corsets,

Pictures of me in stockings and suspenders,

Pictures of me looking a bit kinky,

And sometimes pictures of me in nothing at all!

It was dead easy, but the trouble was when I’d got myself all togged up I looked so sexy that I spent lots of time just looking at myself in the mirror

And some times I got a bit carried away.!

Of course he caught me at it and it seemed I had to accept a spanking from him or lose my job. Well just between ourselves he was rather gorgeous and the idea of being over his knee really turned me on, so I gave him one of those looks of mine and said that if I had to be spanked, I suppose I would have to accept it. So then next thing I’m having my bottom smacked and he’s telling me what a naughty girl I am,

and well you know how it is, one thing lead to another and the next thing we were at it!.

No problem there, but the next day I turned up early to find him giving himself a hand job over some photographs, not of me but some other little baggage he’s been taking pictures of! Men really!

So I walked out. And last night, you can guess what happened. Yes, Annabel wanted to know how my job was going, and without going into detail I told her I’d walked out, so how did I end up? You know what I’m going to say don’t you. Exactly, across her knee again with my knickers down!

But just between you and me, I think I’m beginning to enjoy it!

Love, Sarah

Take two naughty girls.....

2012-01-14T11:45:00.000-08:00

If two girls spend lots of time together, wearing similar clothes and wickedly enjoying the effect they have on the men who pass them in the streets

It is likely that they also spend a lot of private time alone together, easy in each other’s company and dressing and undressing without any inhibition.

This tends to lead to a pleasurable intimacy growing between them,

So that after a while they have an urge to share secrets, including of course their private fantasies. Before long they are playing dressing up games together and enjoying innocent role play.

These games become a little more serious each time as they gradually learn what each other likes, and as they both acknowledge that their current naughtiness justifies a good spanking, how convenient that they can each punish the other?

But pain and pleasure being so closely linked, before long their games lead to some shy mutual touching, their bodies glowing with the feel of the others fingertips on their most sensitive and intimate places,

and of course, now they are experiencing their first sweet kisses.

Where else can things go from here but tumbled sheets and the mingling of fluids as they arch and mew with each new experience?

But of course, they will eventually get caught. It has to happen.

Quite possibly this is what they secretly wanted , as now there is the excitement of taking the consequences.

Painful though this might prove to be

And if, heaven forbid, both of their lovers get involved they might have to suffer the humiliation of being spanked in each other presence like naughty children.

But no worries. After punishment, pleasure is never far behind, and with two girls like this, this can be shared as well.

And why not!

Spanking Kylie

2012-01-10T00:39:00.001-08:00

I had only got into the music business by accident. It was really my wife’s business and I helped our occasionally, but suddenly she upped and left me and I found myself having to decide whether to take it over completely or let it collapse. The artists signed up to us were a mixed bag, few with serious potential but with on exception, Elvira B, a girl who could well be going places. She had a better than average singing voice, real stage presence, but most of all she was so sexy that all the newspapers and magazines wanted to photograph her. Petite and youthful she had a body to die for and in particular a bottom that left men drooling with lust and for that reason she was tipped to be the next Kylie.

She was quite a nice girl at heart, but typical of the very young she could be self centred and oblivious of other people’s needs. One of my principal concerns with her was that she was a bit too keen to show off that gorgeous body and not concentrated enough on her actual singing. She was completely relaxed about undressing for the cameras, and although I had forbidden her to do nude, she was getting dangerously close to it,

each of her publicity pictures a bit more outrageous than the last.

As I said she was completely uninhibited about being seen undressed, and as her manager I found myself spending hours of my life helping her not merely to choose her blatantly cock teasing clothing but even helping her to dress and undress for shows and photo shoots.

Having taken over from my ex wife I was absolutely determined that she never considered me as any sort of sexual threat so I never once laid an inappropriate finger on her nor said a word that could be misconstrued. As a result she had complete and total trust in me which was fine but I was a boiling cauldron of lust, much of the time nearly weeping with frustration and need to rip those inflammatory garments from her and let myself loose on that wicked little body.

And then out of nowhere things got even worse! One morning I let myself in to her London flat to discus her next album to find her in one of the ludicrously short dresses she tended to wear, but in a real state.

“John!” She said, coming over and clinging on to me as if about to announce the next world war. “John it’s too awful! I’ve got a photoshoot an a couple of weeks and I’m getting cellulite! Look !”

And as unselfconsciously as if I were her sister she bent over a chair and pulled down her knickers to let me see.

What can I say? That her bottom was as gorgeous and unblemished as it ever was without a hit of a cellulite or anything like it ? Or do I tell you that inside my pants my cock had turned into sprung steel and that for a few moments I could barely speak for the need to ravish her on the spot and sod the consequences?

“I can’t…..I can’t see anything I eventually croaked” Nothing at all” Could you give me on second” And I walked stiff legged out of the room then went into the spare bed room and took a couple of deep breaths to calm myself, then, fighting the urge to give myself instant hand relief went back, only to find that things were now marginally worse. She was lying face down on the bed, her skirt up and her knickers down looking up at me with limpid appealing eyes.

"It's terrible, John!" She was a saying. "Look at it. You’ve got to help me!"

"But how? I asked, my brain still barely functioning and my libido in danger of exploding. "What is it you think I can do?"

"Spank me she said jumping from the bed and taking hold of my shirt in her two hands. "Spank me. I know t will hurt but there’s no choice. I picked up from a magazine that regular spanking is a gauranteed cure for cellulite!"

This was now getting completely out of control. One of the sexiest girls in the world with a bottom that could effortlessly launch a thousand ships was asking me to give her a spanking.

"You will won’t you. You’re the only person I could possibly ask to do this! " She was positively begging me, and before I knew it we were both walking towards a convenient chair. "I know it’s going to be embarassing for both of us but we'll both get used to it." And seconds later I was seated with her across my knee like all those girls in the past whose misbehaviour had earned them a spanking.

I was dizzy with arousal and confused by the speed of all this. I had never spanked a girl in my life, though God knew that like all men I had fantasised about it from time to time, and suddenly I had this all too desirable young sex goddess across my knee positively begging me to do so. On some sort of automatic pilot and with my stomach turning to liquid inside me I pulled up her tiny skirt and took a deep breath as I stared at her gorgeous bottom beautifully displayed in tight white panties.

“Look, “ I finally said, hoping against hope that she could not feel the thrust and force of my throbbing cock underneath her. "This is entirely your idea, but if it’s what you really want me to do...."

"There’s no choice in the matter is there.” She half twisted round as she spoke to me.” And, John….”

“Yes?”

“I really appreciate this .Thanks so much.”

I was about to say that the pleasure was all mine but it was far too close to the truth for me to risk it. "Are you ready?” I finally asked, unconsciously exploring the feel of her bottom through those inflamatory panties.

“Yes, but…. " She paused and took a deep breath. "You know you’re going to have to pull my panties down don’t you. It has to be on bare flesh or apparently it doesn’t work." She let out a little giggle. This is rather kinky isn’t it. Me across your knee like a naughty girl and about to have my knickers pulled down. Just as well it's you as apparently there are a lot of men who get seriously horny giving a young girl a spanking.”

"Really!” I managed to croak. "Just as well that I'm not one of them.”

And then I was doing it, pulling her knickers down and all too thankful that face down as she was she could not see my face suffused with lust as I took in that gorgeous little bare bottom of hers.

With an enormous effort I managed to get myself under some sort of control and take stock. None of this was of my choosing, and if fate meant that I had to spank a young girl I had been quietly lusting over for months then spank her I would, and like everything else I did in life I would do it to the best of my ability. Taking a deep breath I landed an exploratory spank in the very middle of that wicked bottom, relished the sharp sound of flesh on flesh and her little squeal of shock and pain, gave her another two to get the feel of it, then set in to spank her with a steady rythm.

As she squealed and wriggled and threshed in her efforts to accomodate the realisation of what a sound bare bottomed spanking felt like, I did my duty by her and spanked her till she howled, finally bringing things to a close when I guessed that she could not be able to take any more. Getting back on her feet she whimpered and gasped, rubbing her sore bottom to take away some of the sting.

“God, John!" She said after a second. “You’re good at spanking aren't you. That must have done my bottom a lot of good though. “She bent round to look at her exposed bottom in the mirror to see what it looked like. “That hurt like hell, but if we do this on a regular basis I’m sure it will sort things out. You don’t mind do you?” And she gave me a little kiss of appreciation making it impossible for me to refuse. But then, why would I have possibly tried to?

For the next few weeks I was hornier than I have ever been my life. Having enjoyed a full and vibrant sex life before my marriage, currently I was not in any sort of relationship with anybody and was totally celibate. For complicated personal reasons had been trying to avoid the trap of regular masturbation, but when I got home that evening all that was forgotten and within minutes I was hungrily pleasuring myself, the feel of her lithe young body over my knee still burning in my brain.

Determined as I was to take a professional view of my relationship with her and simply consider her as a just another artist on my books, I was still only flesh and blood, and the fact that for the next few weeks it seemed that I would be spanking her across my knee was almost too much. If the only way I could accommodate this was to self abuse, then so be it. Despite the relief I had given myself when I first got home I wanked myself to sleep that night and was at it again as soon as I awoke the next morning with my cock straining with need.

But what took place at her flat each day proved to be even more of a test than my fantasies about it. Sometimes she would be waiting for me in long socks, "To keep my legs warm." as she told me,

and somehow spanking her in these added a new and perverse edge to the proceedings and got me in even more of a state than before.

Or she would show me on arrival that she had already taken her knickers off to save me the bother of pulling them down when I took he across my knee, apparently oblivious to what effect seeing her like this might be having on me.

And sometimes out of nowhere during the day she would remove all her lower clothing and bend over for me to have good look at her naked bottom “How’s it coming on?" She would ask as casually as if showing me a shoulder or an elbow. “Are we getting there?"

I was bordering on becoming some sort of nervous wreck with this endless arousal, so when one day she announced that I probably wouldn’t have to go on doing this any longer as she thought that her bottom was back to its previous form I was almost relieved. Being in a state of erotic arousal more or less twenty four hours a day was taking its toll, and no matter how much I masturbated it was not taking away an almost primal need to ravish her insensible. When she told me this I wondered if things might just calm down a little and I could get back to something like normality.

For two days things were OK, but on day three I let myself into her flat as usual to find her totally naked, and clearly not by accident. She was positively posing, flaunting her body to show it off at its erotic best.

“What do you think?" She asked, looking at me from under hooded eyes. ”Do you think I look sexy?

“What ……?” Even after what I had been getting used to over the last few weeks this blatent display was beyond anything I could have expected.

“I've had a phone call from X Girls magazine. They want me to do a photo shoot for them, a proper full frontal one. Apparently I've been voted the girl their readers most want to…..Well, you know.”

Of course I knew, knew all too well. They wanted to fuck her and why not. No question that she was the girl I most wanted to fuck too but it was out of the question. But the issue here was whether she was a promising singer or a porn star and in fact the two of us had been having tussels for ages over her photo shoots which over a period had been getting more and more explicit. There was no doubt that discreetly sexy pictures in glossy magazines helped album sales, but there was a fine line between that and full on pornographic. X Girls magazine was little more than a wank magazine aimed at the lowest end of the market and there was no way I wanted her going in that direction.

“No way!” Edgy from weeks of frustration and further wound up by her flaunting her naked body in front of me like this made me unusually firm. ”You're a singer not a porn star and you're not doing things like that!”

“But it could be fun and I want to do it.” Her voice was petulant. “I've got a great body so why shouldn't I show it of?”

“Because no one will ever take you seriously as a singer any more, that’s why. You seem to be completely neglecting developing that side of your career.”

“Doing this won’t mean I’m going to stop singing. What’s wrong with it ?”

“You’re not doing it and that’s final!” Anger and frustration were taking me over and the two of us were staring at each other like two snarling animals.

“Oh no!” Her face was now a mask of hostility. “And what are you going to do about it if I do?”

“You want to know do you?” Suddenly I was looking forward to this. “I’ll show you then!”

Weeks before this would not have happened but these days I was like a coiled spring, and I couldn’t stop myself. Lunging forward I grabbed at her and as she shrieked in protest I threw her over my knee

“No!” She screamed “Not when I’m naked!”

“Oh yes!” I said already relishing what I was about to do. ”That’s how you seem to want to be these days.” I had one arm tightly round her and her frenzied struggles to escape were a waste of time. “And forget the last few weeks. Time for you find out what a proper spanking feels like!”

And I gave it to her, spanking out all my pent up frustration on her naked bottom till it glowed crimson and she was begging me to stop.

“Are you going to start behaving? I yelled to her, high on the pleasure of teaching her a long overdue lesson.

“Yes! Yes!” She called out. “Anything you say!”

“You’d better mean it!”

After one final and particularly punitive spank I brought it to a close, then gave her a few moments to just lie there, limp and compliant and very naked. Moments later she crawled into an upright position so she was sitting on my lap and clinging to me and I could tell that somehow there was a fundamental change in her.

“I deserved that.” She said. “I’ve been taking you far too much for granted. You’ve done so much for me and I’ve never properly thanked you.” Standing up in front of me she started to unbutton my shirt. “I think it’s time I gave something back.” In a moment she had my exploding cock between her lips as her eyes, cloudy with erotic promise burned into mine. "I'll make it as good as I can John." She purred. "Maybe it's about time you knew just how much those spankings turned me on."

The rest as they say is history. She’s still on my books and her singing career is blossoming. Our relationship has changed as she insist on calling me ‘Sir’ a lot of the time, but I don’t mind that. I’ve also accepted that her scrumptious body is far too good not to be appreciated so I let her do porno shoots from time to time, though its me who takes the pictures and they are purely for our personal enjoyment.

And nice bloke that I am I give her a thorough spanking whenever I think it's needed, just to help her keep her bottom tight and rosy the way it needs to be. And judging from the interesting ways she shows her appreciation afterwards she clearly accepts that it's for her own good!

(Disclaimer. The above is a work of fiction and neither character is based on or intended to resemble any artist or manager, alive or dead.)

"What's the punishment....."

2012-01-04T08:52:00.000-08:00

Arguably the most exciting words in the language are “What's the punishment for a girl who....” however this inflammatory sentence might then finish. Once it has been said then both parties know that they are in for a pretty serious treat of one sort or another.

And if her confession is along he lines of “I came for the weekend but forget to bring any underwear.” then the erotic potential is even higher.

Whatever her sin or omission, when she stands in front of him, her eyes limpid with innocence and promise and asks that simple question, then almost anything can happen. It is an invitation to visit on her whatever sexual humiliation he feels like, and it is interesting to see what he does feel like when given such opportunity.

It could include the slow burn of spending the rest of the day in her shortest skirt, naturally minus panties, her every move an eye watering tease as she goes about her daily business, her heart racing as she leans and stretches,

or possibly she will be forced to wait an age for his punitive visit, her naked body bent over in anticipation for whatever he has in mind.

Should he have certain tenancies she might find herself corseted and tethered wondering if she really should have started this game which is now hardly a game at all, and hoping she will be able to cope with the next stages,

and equally a trip to the schoolroom for an appointment with the headmaster could be her fate, giggling provocatively as he admires her out thrust bottom he is about to anoint with his singing cane.

But most likely he will tell her with honeyed glee that she has earned herself a spanking which then opens up, a whole new game for the two of them to play.

“Not a spanking!” She will say, her eyes wide with anticipation. “Not actually put me across your knee like a naughty girl!” And suddenly she appreciates exactly what she has let herself in for, visualizing herself in that most humiliating of positions for a grown up girl .

“But that's exactly what you are!” He tells her, and before she knows it he has her positioned as he wants, struggling ineffectually against his superior strength.

“But, but.....you're not going to …?”

“To take your knickers down?” He replies knowing what she was going to say. “Most certainly I am!” And already he has her bottom bared in readiness. She has surrendered the the moral high ground to him and he is going to enjoy every second of it, just as she will though in an entirely different way.

And when he has finally spanked her to his satisfaction which of course takes a while and is accompanied by the most delicious squealing and gasping from her he has ever heard,

then things will move on to their logical conclusion.

Until the next time of course!

Back on line!

2012-01-03T12:17:00.000-08:00

I'm back on line. Many thanks for your kind comments on my last few posts, even though a few of them made me realise that being alone with you in a taxi would not be a wise thing for a young girl with a reputation to keep up!

No time for a proper post, but pending that, have a few beautiful young bottoms on which to exercise your clearly over ripe imginations.

And for what it's worth, what is it about the first one that creates such a burning urge to peel down those little panties?

Ahh, sweet mystery of life!

F**k, Sh*t, and Bu**er!

2012-01-01T10:28:00.001-08:00

Having been away for Christmas and still managed to turn out a handful of posts, I'm now back and find my computer needs intensive care and that it could take a little while.

I'm no techno-head so for years now I've been perfectly happy using a device that starts with a wind-up handle and runs on coal, but even so it's quite a good one and sweet old fashioned girl that I am I thought it still had a good fifteen or twenty years of trouble free life left. Maybe this is where I have to start growing up for real and accepting that being disillusioned is a fact of life one has to learn to live with. That being the case I‘ll try and be brave, but if I have to replace it I will really miss polishing up those lovely brass fittings!

What all this is leading to however is that there could easily be a few days before my next post. Really sorry! Not a great start to the New Year, but otherwise I’m quite happy with it so I’ll give it a bit of a chance .

Will be back at the first possible opportunity.

Liz

F**k, Sh*t, and Bu**er!

2012-01-01T10:28:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year!

2011-12-31T11:58:00.001-08:00

I take it for granted that there is no one category of person who reads my blog on any regular basis, and in fact I like the idea that people of every tendency and inclination will be checking in from time.

Maybe you are a mature sex goddess trembling with erotic overload,

Who in the quietness of your personal ivory tower uses my blog to help you indulge in your private fantasies,

Or even to encourage you to live them out in real life

Maybe you are virile young man, your erotic needs so urgent that as well as the commerce you engage in otherwise, you still have to be regularly fed with the sort of stimulus provided by Sexuelle,

Which of course encourages you to try out new and exciting things with whichever young lady currently fills your life.

Possibly you are one of the many wicked uncles out there who, between those many disreputable moments in your all too colourful private life, still make time to pay me regular visits,

all the while harbouring fantasies of what you would like to do to me given half a chance!

Of course, at the other extreme, you could be a young girl, a little new to the sexual scene and learning all the time what a dark and strange place the bedroom can be,

and in the process quietly discovering interesting new ways of exciting him as well as yourself!

Then again, whatever your gender or orientation, you could simply be a connoisseur of the erotic, wondering what delights you might find here to lubricate the darker recesses of your imagination.

Anyway, whoever you are and whatever your tastes, thanks for visiting my humble blog, and here's wishing you all a Wonderful and Vibrant New Year.

If you go down to the woods today.......

2011-12-29T03:55:00.000-08:00

This is of course the party season, and should you be coming home in the middle of the night, or in the early hours of the morning (Bad girl!) do be careful if you take a short cut through the woods. At this ungodly hour the woods are a dark and mysterious place, and a girl needs to be careful what she does. Remember things at this time and in this place are not always what they seem.

Don’t for example climb that tree to pick the fruit. It may taste ripe and juicy in your mouth, but who knows who might be watching you up there, checking to see how ripe your fruit might be and how good it would be to suck and taste.

Even the very tree trunk might come alive in your girl’s fingers as you run their soft tips down its rough bark.

And in particular, think very carefully before you pause to pick those rank smelling mushrooms, their heads snaking up invitingly into the palm of your hand. They may prove to be something else entirely!

And in this strange half light you can hear sounds that might be something quite innocent, but prove to be something else entirely. Is that a woodpecker you can hear, or is it a young girl having her bare bottom soundly spanked by her mistress who has brought her out to this hidden place so she can take her time to administer her punishment?

And what seems to be the groaning and moaning of the wind might be a man incapable of staying silent as his pleasure erupts into his lover’s lips.

But as you back away from them, anxious not to intrude, be careful that you don’t interrupt another two lovers, girls this time, their naked bodies entwined in Sapphic embrace as they kiss and fondle and explore each others bountiful bodies.

And that girl you can see in the distance is she simply walking her dog or is she Red Riding Hood and her relationship with the wolf not what you would have expected?

Even sticking to the path is no guarantee of safety. Here is a farmer taking home his errant daughter he caught naked with her boyfriend and doing things that no well brought up girl should do.

As soon as a convenient tree stump is found she will be over father’s ample knee while he chastises her upturned bottom in an attempt to scourge her wickedness from her.

He might just as well not bother. Nothing can erase the hungry need in young people to bond and couple and mingle their overflowing fluids, and in a place like this where nature is King, he is pushing against life itself.

And anyway, only the week before her young man had decided that she needed to learn some small degree of modesty. As young men do he had stripped her naked and tied her to the very tree behind which you are currently trying to hide and made her acknowledge that she was a wanton little slattern which she did, squealing and gasping as her body burned with his punitive attentions. The rest of her punishment resulted in both the tree and her running with sperm so you can be sure that they will be both keen to repeat her lesson.

By now you realise that the very fabric of the wood is seeped in fecundity and everywhere you look there is more evidence of life and lust, the very trees seeming to be intermingling.

Over there is a coven of what looks like witches, trying to summon up who knows what.

Maybe they are calling a tribe of dancing demons, their members huge and erect and hungry for carnal satisfaction,

And if they are lucky, the witches will have prepared for them what they most want, an exquisite young girl, tethered and naked, her full lush breasts an outthrust incitement to whatever defilement they have in mind.

Just be thankful that this time it is not you! Next time you come into these woods you may not be so lucky!

But don’t be afraid of all this. Simply find a way of blending in. Sink into the leaves and the moss, and in the luminous glow of the moon let your inquisitive fingers find your secret moist places sending you to your own pagan heaven.

No point in fighting it. It is all too powerful for anyone to resist.

Wicked Aunt

2011-12-27T11:19:00.001-08:00

Having given you a posting on wicked uncles, it only seems fair to balance it with a posting on wicked aunts . Wicked aunts are an entirely different thing and are not fun at all for any young girl forced by circumstances to stay with one for long periods, or worse still to live with one permanently.

Wicked aunts have a sadistic streak in them and they like nothing more than a young captive girl under their control they can spank as often and as hard as they like.

“You’ve asked for it!” They insist, pulling your knickers down to gloat over your defenceless bare bottom. “And don’t think I’m going to spare you!”

Heaven forbid that you should get any idea that she gets any sort of sexual gratification in taking you over her knee as often as she does, but odd that at times she insists on stripping you naked first before administering your punishment.

Living with a wicked aunt means that you are given all the menial jobs, like peeling potatoes

And scrubbing the floors,

Often while she watches, gloating over her power over you ad waiting to see if you do something wrong so she can punish you yet again.

But what effect does this have on a young girl, ripe with her young sexuality and bursting the need for freedom and experience? Not surprisingly she rebels, finding ways of doing so that the aunt would never have thought of.

She forms attachments to her female cousins, sharing thoughts and hopes and dreams with them as they brush each other’s hair and make up each other's faces.

They try on each other’s clothes, giggling when they think what effect their incendiary undergarments might have on any men they meet,

And inevitably this shared girly intimacy, as it is bound to, frequently leads to even more intimate moments between them as they kiss and fondle and explore each other's sweet bodies.

And of course, there is her male cousin too, a spoilt young man, but still quite fun and worth practicing her feminine wiles upon, so when going about her household duties it’s not difficult to find ways to get his attention,

And once she has, well he has his own way of showing his appreciation!

Occasionally a girl living with a wicked aunt is allowed out, and when she is it’s not surprising that she makes the best use of it she can, dressing for it with care as she doesn’t know when such an opportunity will come again.

And of course, intoxicated by this rare freedom she can’t stop herself behaving recklessly, drinking a little more than she should and being far too friendly with all the men she meets.

Can we blame her for letting these moments go to her head? So when an opportunity to escape presents itself, not surprising that she takes it, with all the risks it might involve.

After what she has been through, she feels she can cope. And if like her aunt the man chooses to spank her from time to time, well he is rather gorgeous and the idea is quite exciting!

And she is sure there will be more than adequate compensation!

The Wicked Uncle

2011-12-22T12:08:00.000-08:00

A remark made by my regular correspondent, James, made me realise one of life’s great truths namely that every girl should have a wicked uncle. Not wicked as in plotting to murder her for her money, but wicked as in being someone who indulges in life’s naughtier pleasures to the full and is more than happy to offer instruction to a young female just setting out in life.

A wicked uncle should be fun to be with and of course a good raconteur, ever ready to tell stories from his life that leave you gasping with horror yet, despite yourself, wanting to hear a lot more.

A wicked uncle has no time whatsoever for political correctness and takes smoking Havana cigars and drinking brandy as his absolute right.

Equally he drives a powerful and sporty car, but salves his social conscience by always being ready to offer a lift to any damsel in distress he happens to come across, and if she’s not actually in distress he’s always ready to ensure that’s how she finds herself before too long!

He’s always keen to help you with your education and for example likes to take you to obscure foreign language films, but as he growls in his seat next to you as they unfold on the screen, you do wonder what it is you’re supposed to be learning from them.

Equally he is keen on reading foreign literature, but the sort of books that sometimes drop out of his pockets tell you more than you really want to know about his interests .

In fact, his pockets are a constant source of wonder. You have met his secretary and she seemed a nice enough girl,

but the photograph of her he was using as a bookmark tells you there must be more to her than meets the eye.

At least he’s always kind to her and regularly taking her off for weekends to Paris and Amsterdam!

Your wicked uncle talks of his London clubs dropping hints of the Athenaeum and the Garrick but the only club know for sure he goes to is in Soho, and you’d rather not think too much about what happens there.

It’s not difficult to work out that your uncle is nothing like as old as he sometimes makes out, but he talks about his young days as if they were spent in another world entirely, his eyes misting over when he talks fondly of French maids and strange happenings in his father’s office.

He moves unapologetically from one mistress to another, all of them seeming to live a strange alternative existence,

and what goes on between him and them you don’t know, but he drops enough hints that you have some reasonable idea.

Despite living a clearly disreputable life and forever getting into scrapes he has strong views about how young girls should behave. When you tell him about some of the things that your friends get up to he tells you in quite unnecessary detail how given half a chance he would put them one by one across his knee and thoroughly spank them. He takes a moment to think about this, his eyes moist and glowing, and then makes a point of emphasising that of course he would be obliged to pull their knickers down first.

Most of your friends have met his and think he is an absolute sweetie and when you tell them just how keen he is to give them all a good spanking you’re not too happy to find that they are all in favour of paying him a visit so he can do that very thing.

Naturally he loves nothing more than a good party and is full of ideas for games the young people can play with a lot of help from him.

but when he describes the forfeits to be paid by the losers he can’t understand why the hostess asks him to leave and not come back.

What he can never understand is why these days people don’t lighten up a bit and simply have fun whenever thy can, and in many ways that sums up exactly what your wicked uncle is all about. Whatever it is he’s up to he’s having fun, and let’s face it that can’t be such a bad thing. Maybe we should all learn to cultivate the wicked uncle lurking inside us all

Escape to Decadence

2011-12-20T03:29:00.001-08:00

There are times in our life when we realise that we need to simply escape and to turn our back on anything resembling the humdrum and ordinary.

We have an urge to take ourselves off to somewhere sleek and smoky and dark where anything is possible and where we can find that we are no longer entirely in control, a place where needs and desires we did not even know we had can be indulged and nurtured,

I see a place that is rich and decadent where girls with kohl ringed eyes glide and pose, indulging in their glowing sexuality and erotic promise.

sometimes giving pleasure,

sometimes receiving it,

and sometime simply being part of the erotic décor to be looked at and admired and touched.

It is a place where you can forget any question of personal identity and take pleasure in being nothing more than a play thing as you crawl and serve the needs of any guest whose looks excite your imagination, for after all this is not the real world which, for the time being, has been forgotten.

As someone new and young and inexperienced there is the possibility that you might find yourself initiated into this strange place with a modest spanking, your silken panties publicly lowered before your sweet young bottom is reminded how closely linked are punishment and pleasure.

And there are other dangers of course. You could you find yourself stripped and tethered,

and made to do things that are normally outside your experience.

If so, just let it happen. When this is over and you run it through your mind , I know you will be pleased that you have gained this new experience.

And back in the real world where you might have to pay the price as your lover scourges your bared bottom at each new confession,

his excitement at what he hears taking your spanking to a new level,

you’ll still be glad that it happened and all to ready to go back to that wonderful place again.

Elizabeth Away

2011-12-19T01:16:00.001-08:00

It seems that Santa Clause comes just once a year,

But there’s no doubt that when he does he upsets all our usual schedules and throws things into disarray.

This year I will be elsewhere until early in the New Year, and that of course will disrupt what in my chaotic life passes at routine. Between being kissed under the mistletoe or possibly being spanked with a holly branch I cannot predict how much time I will find to be alone, private, and with access to the internet, so equally cannot predict what postings I will be able to manage. Having said that I certainly intend to try to communicate as often as I can , and it could be fun making time to sneak off and send you all naughty messages (“Once upon a time there was a naughty little girl who lived with a very strict aunt……..”)

I’d better stop there as already my imagination is taking off! Have a wonderful Christmas, whatever it might involve, and already looking forward to my next posting.

Elizabeth

The Short Vest

2011-12-18T12:38:00.000-08:00

Quite recently I did a posting on the advantages we girls have in the battle of the sexes including the fact that that by apparent capitulation we may seem to lose the battle but in the process we are actually winning the war. I also mentioned the armoury of erotic accoutrements available to us,

An item I did not even touch on was the short vest, a garment of such artless simplicity that I’m surprised that you don't have to apply for a licence to own one.

As soon as a girl slips on the short vest she instantly becomes an incendiary mixture of naughty little girl and Whore of Babylon all at the same time. Worn without knickers it does something for your naughty bits like nothing else, and as that cute little bottom of yours peeps out from underneath, it becomes a provocative invitation to be kissed and fondled and of course to be spanked as well.

In the short vest the pleasures of your breasts are quietly hinted at and are not to far out of reach,

and of course your central crevice is a sweet invitation to his quivering manhood. What better garment to slip on when playing the bed room games we all know so well. “I've been such a naughty girl, Sir. Please don’t be too strict with me!”

And generally he isn’t. Yes. he’ll slip you over his knee, his member throbbing with anticipation, and yes he’ll tell you that regrettably he no choice but to give his special little girl a spanking for her own good, but you knew that anyway.

And should he spank you just a little harder than you had anticipated, be honest it was all your idea anyway, so you do deserve it!

What you do know is that each stinging slap is given with love, and that forgiveness time tends to be particularly sweet. All in all the short vest puts you both in a win win situation, and in a very imperfect world, that has to be a good thing!

What is a Swot?

2011-12-17T12:03:00.000-08:00

When I did my recent article, Confessions of a Swot, it never occurred to me that people would not know the usual day to day meaning of the word "Swot"

The dictionary definition is someone who studies hard , that is someone who is most at home when surrounded by books

At school, because of their studies, swots rarely find themselves in the following position,

or this.

In fact it's common for swots, whether they want to be or not, to find that they have become teacher's pet.

This can be quite fun, but of course can mean that they become unpopular with their class mates and as a result sometimes have to pay the consequences.

Just because someone is a swot doesn't mean that they have no interests outside the classroom , and they often enjoy their extra curricular activities such as their daily riding lesson.

In my case, being a swot meant that I was never spanked at home or at school. This meant that I often found myself wondering what it must feel like to be imprisoned helplessly over a man's knee while he spanked my young naked bottom.

And then one day it happened,

and the rest as they say is history; or at least Sexuelle!

What is a swot?

2011-12-16T01:36:00.000-08:00

Never crossed my mind that anyone would ask this, but it has given me an idea for a new post, hopefully in the next day or so.

Watch this space!

Confessions of a Swot

2011-12-13T00:53:00.001-08:00

There's no point in denying that I'm something of a swot.

A girl who is most at home when surrounded by books,

So not surprisingly, the sort of men I tend to be attracted to are equally at home in a bookish environments,

And of course take seriously the importance of academic discipline,

Quite apart from my taking it for granted that they will be cunning linguists!

Cupid grows up!

2011-12-13T00:48:00.000-08:00

There's a tendency, quite reasonable, in young girls to have fantasies about Cupid. In their minds they see someone young and cute, possibly a little mischievous, but still innocent, even in his nakedness.

Hopefully on their behalf he will fire his arrows into a young man's heart which will produce an increased pulse rate and a sudden urge to write romantic poetry. This will inevitably lead to sweet kissing and the two of them intertwined in bonds of love and fidelity, their romance as innocent as cupid himself.

Ahh!

But as they get older, interesting that young women continue to have similar fantasies about cupid, but their images of what he is all about have moved on.

Just a little!

At least mine have!

Caption Competiton

2011-12-11T12:09:00.000-08:00

Those of you who follow my blog with any regularity will have noticed that I have a weakness for adding cartoon captions to images, sometime to give them an additional erotic edge, and sometimes because I can’t keep my sense of humour in check.

That being the case, I’m giving you a handful of suitably doctored images to enjoy, but you will see that I have left the last two blank. Do send me your suggested captions, remembering of course that I’m a nice girl really, so not anything that would make me blush!

And have you been a Good Girl?

2011-12-11T12:01:00.001-08:00

Love it or loathe it, Christmas will soon be upon us with all the risks and stresses that involves.

We all of us find ourselves struggling to finds the perfect present for the significant others in our lives, there is nothing to match the look on someone's face when you know you have got it just right!

And of course, why shouldn't we spoil ourselves with something that we know we really want, even if we don't let on to other people about it?

For those of you with certain inclinations, and I think that has to be any of you who check out my blog, what more perfect gift for you or a loved one than books that record the erotic misadventures of a couple of girls who set out to explore their sexuality to the full, whatever results that might produce. If that means their often finding themselves across the knee of some gorgeous man with their knickers down, then so much the better. And should they redress that by occasionally inflicting a spanking on any doe eyed initiate who comes into their lives, hardly a surprise.

Both of my current books, Educating Anna and Sins of the Flesh are still available, and purchase details at the head of my opening page. Should you buy either or both of them, any feed back would be much appreciated. After all I do want to know that I’m keeping you happy!

What Sort Of Girl Do You Think I Am?

2011-12-08T12:02:00.000-08:00

Shh!

2011-12-07T12:34:00.001-08:00

Shh!

I think I might be in for a spanking!

You see, I can’t remember if I’m wearing any panties! I know I had some on earlier as , well just between ourselves I had my hand in them. You know the way you do.

But then I changed clothes and I can’t remember if I took them off

Or put different ones on.

So I don’t l know if under my tiny little skirt I’m quite naked,

Or if maybe I am wearing some after all!

I know my boyfriend normally loves it if I don’t wear any knickers under my mini skirts. Provided it’s just the two of us of course. As soon as he notices, and I make sure he does,

It's clear how much he likes it.

But if he finds out I’ve been out shopping like that,

I’ll be for it, no question! A good long spanking over his knee

At least it will have saved him the trouble of pulling my knickers down,

And after a spanking he’s always extra to me anyway, definitely worth being spanked for!

So blow it, I’m just going to check, and if I have got some on, I’m going to take them off. I have to admit I do enjoy living dangerously!

The weaker sex........

2011-12-03T12:14:00.000-08:00

With the rarest exceptions, most of the men I know thoroughly enjoy being men with all that implies, and for one reason at least I can see why. Having an appendage that can switch from being vulnerable and flaccid to hard and majestic in a moment must be a lot of fun. And certainly after a lover has spanked me and asked me if I’m going to be a good girl from now on, the sight of that that quivering rod of authority pointing at me accusingly certainly adds something to the moment.

I know that on those occasions when I am taking a firm line with some sweet young thing resulting in her receiving a spanking across my knee, that is the one time it might be quite fun to have something to impale her on during that wonderful moment of sexual mingling that happens afterwards.

But moments like that apart, I do so love being female and feminine, particularly when it comes to matters sexual. When it comes to sex and seduction, we girls have such unfair advantages I’m surprised there has not been a government enquiry into it. Subtle or blatant, in the workplace or the bedroom there are so many ways we of the fairer sex can light men’s fires, if I tried to list them, young as I am I would be dead before I finished.

Starting nowhere in particular, men love looking at girl’s legs,

and despite the fact that this is common knowledge, we females are allowed, not just at parties or intimate dinners, but in the office or in the street to make an exhibition of our legs in heels and stockings and tiny skirts creating havoc as we do so.

It’s all too easy to perch and pose so that they are shown off to their incendiary advantage, all the time knowing that male pants are being anointed with leaking arousal, and images stored up for private moments alone. “Oh dear, can you see my stocking tops!” We purr with open innocent eyes. “I hadn’t realized!”

Oh yes we had, and if the man we are beguiling suddenly snaps and we find ourselves across his knee with lowered knickers while our upturned bottom is thoroughly pasted , then how can we possibly complain?

Not that we want to as of course most of us love paying the consequences of our naughtiness!.

And then, all to obvious to the garage wall fraternity, we have been given breasts.

These ripe swells of temptation have been carefully situated on the upper part of our rib cage so that wherever we are or whatever we are doing they march in ahead of us, an up thrust focal point fighting to burst through skin tight tee shirts and carefully designed to make men want to extend an exploratory hand and feel their firm shape and kiss their inviting tips.
But they are not allowed to, at least not in public, so yet again the poor things are forced to spend their days in throbbing frustration, so inevitably should you maybe go one tease too far, “Darling, I’m so pleased with my new bra, all the men at the office love the uplift it gives me!”

It’s hardly surprising that you could well find yourself paying a penalty across his knee.

And don’t expect any sympathy from me. You know asked for it!

But then again, asking for is yet another of the endless weapons in our erotic armory. Men love it when we play the naughty little girl, the “I’m so sorry, Daddy, you might have to punish me!” game that, whoever we are we all indulge in from time to time.

It doesn’t matter that you might be an educated high earning professional, in the bedroom fantasy is King, and if pulling down your own knickers and being made to touch your toes gets your joint juices flowing, then where’s the problem?

It may be that it’s you who is in receipt of a thorough spanking over his knee, but if it was your feminine wiles that contrived to get you there, and of course all the wonderful places and positions that happen afterwards, then who in fact is the one in control?

Just Reading (Cont.) See previous sections

2011-11-26T05:03:00.000-08:00

Oh there you are! Sorry, didn’t notice! I’m so enjoying this book I was telling you about . If you’ve missed the first bits, before you read any more, just scroll back to them.

Anyway, Emily was now in the man’s room and he’d told her he would have to punish her for neglecting him, and because of all the things that had happened to her over the last few months the idea of being punished, particularly by a gorgeous man like him was something that made her feel all melty inside.

“Punish me?” She asked looking at him with big innocent eyes. ”What have you got in mind?”

“Well, let me tell you. “ He said, and he sat her on his lap so he could whisper to her as he told her, his hand just inside her panties just the way she often did to herself when thinking about such things

“The most usual punishment for naughty girls,” The man said, gently stroking a finger just inside her and making her squirm. “Is a good spanking.”

“A spanking?” She answered, dwelling on the word. “You mean putting me across you knee, the way schoolgirls are spanked.”

“Exactly.” He said. “And of course taking down your knickers.”!

“I see!” She said getting more aroused by the second, and then to prolong this moment and to help feed similar thoughts into his mind . “I’ve still got my school uniform. Would you like me to dress up in it?” And there was a pause as both of them visualized her this way.

“Not……” He said. “Not right now. Maybe the next time. “ Making it clear to her that there would be a next time and that who knows what might happen then.

And then they kissed again, and then she found that she had lost some of her clothes, and then she found herself over his knee which is where all this hadd been leading them, and while she moaned and mewed he spanked and spanked her bare bottom till a fire was burning there that was getting out of control.

“Please!” She called out. “Please…..”

And then it was quite different, and of course by now they both had fires burning which they took turns to fan into even greater heat before they put them out.

For the time being at least.

Back in her room Emily sat on her bed and thought about what it was she really wanted.

Being spanked and pleasured by the man was wonderful, but then so was being punished by the mysterious woman whose name even now she did not know.

But then again, taking giving young Wendy over her knee had been massively exciting,

As was all the things that had lead up to it.

And that was leaving aside the pleasure of having different men in the hotel simply letting her know how much they liked having her there.

And then she knew the answer. She wanted it all, and there was no reason at all why she should not have it. Stretching out on the bed she realized something else. Having pleasure with herself while she though about it was arguably the best thing of all.

And that was what she did!

Wasn’t that a brilliant story! Why can’t I write books like that?

Taken by surprise!

2011-11-21T11:44:00.001-08:00

Oh Dear! One minute you were being a bit of a pain, and the next there you were across your mistress’s knee being spanked with your knickers just a distant memory.

You’re just going to have to get used to it. Once someone has discovered the pleasure of giving a bratty little minx a good spanking they’ll be looking for every little excuse they can to give the next one. It’s your own fault for being so pretty. It makes you so much more fun to spank.

Sorry darling, but life is never going to be the same ever again!

Taking something of a risk!

2011-11-21T11:42:00.001-08:00

Just Reading, part three (See previous posts)

2011-11-20T12:11:00.000-08:00

So where was I? Oh, yes I was telling you about this book I’ve been reading about a young girl called Emily. If you missed the first two sections, just go back to them to see what is happening with her. The only problem is , if you’re a naughty girl like me, by the time you get half way through , you might find that involuntarily that your hand has found itself inside your knickers. If that’s the case, enjoy it while you can, but make sure your boyfriend doesn’t catch you!

So anyway, having been both punished and pleasured by the woman who owned the hotel, Emily was feeling very confused about a lot of things, and during her working day while she sat at the big kitchen table downstairs she wondered what it is she really wanted.

There was no question that being punished by the woman had excited her,

But then she also loved it when the men paid her special attention.

On top of all this were her confused feelings for that beautiful man she had found in his room.

What was it she really wanted, and could it be that it was girls that she really preferred? She had often found herself looking at another girl who worked in the hotel, a girl called Wendy who looked dreamy and distant, so maybe she should make an effort to find out where her feelings really were.

She made a point of paying her a visit in her room and talking to her about the men and the things they did to keep them happy.

“Do they kiss you and fondle you?” asked Emily. “You know, like this.”

And to make her question quite clear she kissed and fondled Wendy who seemed surprised but kissed her back with a quiet dreamy pleasure, so Emily took things a little further. “And do they do things like undressing you and licking your middle and then…….”

And she showed Wendy what she meant and before they knew it they were both slipping each others clothes off and doing to each other the sort of things the men did to them.

“And do they…..?” And now Emily was quite excited as she knew exactly what it was she wanted to do to Wendy. “And when you make mistakes, do they spank you?”

“Spank me!” Said Wendy her eyes huge and surprised. “No, they never spank me.”

“So have you never been spanked?” Asked Emily knowing exactly where she was taking this.

“Never!” said Wendy, who could now see what Emily was planning to do to her and not quite sure how she felt about it.

“Well,” Said Emily. “You’ll never be able to say that again.” And finding a convenient chair she took Wendy over her knee. Wendy hardly struggled at all and let out the little mews of protest that told Emily everything that she wanted to know, and after taking her time to caress Wendy’s lovely young bottom she took down her knickers.

“Are you ready?” She said, “Are you ready for your first ever spanking?”

And it seemed that Wendy was, so Emily spanked her delectable bare bottom, revelling in each little stinging slap and Wendy’s jerks and gasps.

Building up a quiet steady rhythm she spanked her just enough to let her know how it was both painful and exciting at the same time, knowing from the sweet sounds she was emitting that she was enjoying every moment of her punishment.

But whatever effect it was having on Wendy, it was having the strangest effect on Emily. Exited as she was by what she was doing, the more she spanked Wendy the more she knew she simply had to go and see the beautiful man shed been thinking about for days.
****

“I think I’ve been neglecting you.” She said when he opened his door to find he standing there in a blouse designed to remind him what beautiful lush breasts she had. “And I’ve come to make it up to you.” And the next thing they were kissing and it felt good and Emily knew that whatever else she wanted she wanted this as well.

“Yes, you have been neglecting me.” He said after a while. “Do you know what the punishment is for young girls who neglect the men they are supposed to be looking after?”

“No, Sir. “ She answered, her heart beginning to thump in her chest. ”But I suppose you are going to show me.”

“I most certainly am!” He said and turned the key in the lock of his door. “And I’m really looking forward to it.”

(To be continued……)

Just Reading...(Part Two) See previous post

2011-11-16T01:00:00.000-08:00

…....And then one day, expecting it to be empty she went into one of the men's rooms to tidy things up there, only to find the man in bed with his eyes half closed and his hand on his member. It was big and stiff and quivering with excitement.

“Oh!” She said, rather surprised.

“Oh!” He said looking up at her. “I was just thinking about you!” And not knowing what to say she backed out of his room as fast as she could.

“Maybe he likes me!” She thought, and not being experienced in being liked in this way she found herself feeling very confused. So after this she avoided going anywhere near his room, but she thought about him all the time.

She thought about him when she was dusting,

She thought about him when she was supposed to be cleaning,

and she especially thought about him when she had the odd quite moment to herself when she could just lie around.

She even took time to kiss herself in the mirror, imagining that it was his lips on hers rather than just the cold glass.

Not surprisingly her work suffered, and the woman who owned the hotel took her to one side.

“I'm very disappointed in you.” She said. “You had such promise when you started, but now you are making mistakes all the time. What am I going to have to do with you?”

“Punish me.” Said Emily, suddenly realising that being punished might be just what she needed to exorcise all these strange feelings that seemed to be coursing through her. “Punish me very thoroughly.”

“Strange!” Said the woman. “That's exactly what I was planning to do!”

And she took Emily to a private room, stripped her naked and then took her over her knee. “Have you ever been spanked before she asked, not knowing that these days the men were always finding excuses put Emily across their knee, and Emily had no choice but to tell her that, yes, she had been spanked time and again.

“Interesting!” Said the woman, stroking her hand up and down the back of Emily's thighs and making her squirm with pleasure. “I do hope that you're not the sort of wicked girl who enjoys it.” But then she stroked Emily some more, even running her fingers up and between that secret place at the very top so Emily found herself gasping with arousal. When the woman saw what was happening she continued caressing Emily till she was was just at the point of exploding with pleasure, but then the woman stopped.

“Right!” She said. “That was a little interim punishment, being denied what you thought you were going to get. But your real punishment will be later. Report to me at six for a proper spanking, and then there will be no messing about!”

And there wasn't any messing about! At six o'clock that evening the woman took down Emily's knickers and soundly spanked her,

then spanked her again,

and then spanked her one more time to get her point across.

But when she finished she was nice to Emily in ways that Emily didn't even know existed and left her feeling very confused about how she felt about the woman, or herself, and and and of course about the man she had surprised in his room.

To be continued.....

A word of advice to all you city girls.....

2011-11-14T11:47:00.000-08:00

Now there's no doubt that he appreciates the rather special way you dress for him in the office.

You've seen clear evidence of this time and again,

But if he takes you for a country walk, the same clothes may not be that practical.

And if when climbing over a stile you start to grumble that you hadn’t realized that the country was so muddy and messy,

You might find that he lets you know that he is not too happy with your attitude.

But don’t worry. I’ve no doubt that back in the office again, you’ll find ways of making him appreciate your unique dress sense!

Variations on a theme

2011-11-14T11:35:00.001-08:00

The wonderful thing about sex is the different ways that it can be enjoyed, and it certainly doesn’t have to mean being in a classic one on one relationship. Look at this for example, two girls and one lucky man, the girl’s kissable mouths anointed with his appreciation

Or the mirror image of this, one lucky girl at the receiving end of two men, each determined to give her their best.

Maybe two girls together, living out all sorts of fantasies of domination and submission, their roles with each other subject to endless variations, none of which they even hint at to their male lovers when they go home to them.

And if they get found out for their extra curricula sexual activity, I’m sure they secretly appreciate the spanking they each receive!

And of course let’s not forget the joy of solitary pleasure, mind and body in perfect harmony as we arch and thresh as we reach that irreplaceable moment of self induced climax.

I’m sure you will all agree that whatever forms our fantasies take to help us to this point, there’s nothing quite like it!

Just Reading......

2011-11-13T12:00:00.000-08:00

I’ve been reading this wonderful book. It’s all about a young girl called Emily who had been sent to a strict boarding school by her parents and then never taken away again. The teachers didn’t like having her there all the time so she was given all the menial jobs like picking up the other girl’s books

and however hard she worked, she was always getting spanked.

So she decided to run away. But once outside she didn’t know what to do and just waited by the side of the road and wondered what would happen to her.

And then a strange and mysterious lady appeared and asked her what was wrong.

Emily told her and the lady said she should come and live and work with her.

She took her to a very glamorous and remote house and told Emily all about the way she lived.

She said her house was rather like a hotel except that all her boarders were men who were tired and needed a break from their demanding lives and needed a little spoiling. If Emily wanted to stay here it would be her job to entertain them and to keep them happy.

Emily liked the idea of making people happy and was determined to do well, and she liked the idea of spending time with men as having been at boarding school she had never met one before. It was true that she hadn’t any first hand experience, but one of the girls at school had a big collection of naughty books, all of which Emily had read so she was sure she had a good idea what made men happy and was keen to find out if she was right. She had spent many a long hour fantasizing about the things that men and women could do together and this was her big chance to try them out for herself.

So starting the next day she made herself indispensable. She would help the men to get out of bed in the mornings.

If necessary she would helped them to get washed.

She kept them amused by playing games like blind man’s buff,

Or hide and seek,

And even gave them art classes!

She proved to be very popular and the men showed their appreciation in lots of different ways which she really enjoyed!

But, strange as it may seem, having always been used to being punished she rather missed it, and so from time to time, in the privacy of one of the rooms she would punish herself.

It wasn’t the same though, so she started to make a point of making mistakes and it worked. Suddenly she found herself getting spanked on a regular basis.
Sometimes over the bed,

Sometimes over a chair,

But mostly over the knee with her knickers down while they told her what a naughty girl she was.

She liked it best of all this way which she found strangely exciting, and the nice thing was that after they’d given her a spanking, the men were even nicer to her than before.

And then one day………

(To be continued)

The adventures of Lotty

2011-11-11T00:20:00.000-08:00

Hi Wendy! Yes it's me, Lotty. How are things? Great. Me? Oh fine. Yes I’ve got myself a job at last! Honestly! It's in one of those gentlemen's clubs, you know right in the middle of the poshest bit of Mayfair. All dark wood and bookshelves which is a bit of a laugh when you think about it as I never pick up a book from one year's end to the other.

You should have seen the woman who interviewed me. Strict or what! Quite terrifying in her own way, but sort of smiling at me as if she found the whole thing funny. I was sort of frightened of her and fancied her at the same time

"You'll have to wear a uniform." She said, looking me up and down. Black dress, white pinny . Do you have a problem with dressing like that?"

But in fact I quite liked the idea, little me all dressed up like a French maid with my suspenders showing when I leaned over to dust something.

I didn't think it would actually be like that, but then she told me that the men here were very old fashioned and correct and that I'd have to wear proper stockings and suddenly I thought that this could turn out to be a right old laugh one way and another.

"OK, then," She said, "I need to get a proper look at you. Can you take your clothes off so I can size you up."

Now I was about to say that this was a bit much, but then I thought that I'd better go along with it or I won't get the job, so I stripped to my frillys and let her take a good look at me.

She took her time about it, looking at me and a lot of the time she was using her hands as well as her eyes if you get my meaning, and then said that I seemed to fit the bill very nicely, but to measure me properly for my uniform I had to take EVERYTHING off! Honestly! So in for a penny in for a pound so I took the lot off and stood there with my hands on my head and let her get really good eyeful.

Well, I don’t like to be boastful but I do have a nice bod and no boy who has ever seen me in the buff has ever complained so I took it for granted she would like it too, and clearly she did. This time her hands were all over me but it was worth it as after a good few minutes of this she said I'd go the job!

You still there, Wendy? Good! So where was I? Oh yes. I'd got the job and this manageress woman told me to go and have a bath, get changed and then meet her in the reading room.

So half an hour later, there I was, having a good old soak, and all covered in suds and really enjoying it and not wanting to get out of the bath at all.

I was even wondering if I dared, well you know what all do in the bath, and don't tell me you don't 'cos I caught you doing it once, but anyway suddenly the door opened and this old boy was standing there and staring at me with a smile on his face like you'd never believe.

"Gosh!" He said staring at my tits like a kid looking at a giant ice cream. "You're the new maid are you? Good stuff! I'll go and tell the others!" And off he went.

Honestly! I’d forgot to lock the door, soppy date, so I got out of the bath like greased lightening, put a chair against the door and got dressed as fast as I could. With hindsight I would probably have been better off if I'd left the door wide open and just stayed in the bath! No, honesty!. You won’t believe what I’m going to tell you!.

So I met with the boss woman upstairs and she showed me round and honestly the place was just full of posh old men, and fair enough a lot of them were a bit fossilised but not all of them and some of them weren't at all bad. And then she said to go into the small anti room next to the main library where someone she called The Major spent his time. "He doesn't like the cold." She said. "Especially in the evenings so he likes something warm over his knees. Go and tell him that l sent you. "

So I went in and there was this man sitting in a big leather chair looking up at me as if he was expecting me and he had that sort of gleam in his eye that I’d seen in men before and normally meant trouble. There was a blanket over the arm of his chair so I went over thinking that would be what he wanted.

"Good evening, Sir” I said. “I'm Lotty. The manger said that you liked having something over your knees in the evening so she sent me in to you.” And I reached forward to get the blanket but he next thing he’d grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me forward and the next thing, forget the blanket, it was me he’d got over his knee!

“And a prime candidate for it!” He said rubbing his hand all over my bottom and giving it a really good feel. “What a perfect little morsel for a good spanking!” And his hand was right up underneath my skirt now and inside my panties!

“Let me go you dirty old man!” I screamed. “Just let me go will you!” And I was struggling for all I was worth, but old or not he was still too strong for me and I just couldn’t get away.

“Oh I just love it when you little minxes play hard to get!” And the next thing he was pulling my knickers down! Honestly! Can you believe it? I’d been in the job barely a few minutes and her I was over a man’s knee with my knickers down.

“I’ll report you!” I screamed. “I’ll ... “ But I didn’t say a lot more as then he was spanking me for all he was worth and all I could do was to thresh and scream and struggle till I simply didn’t know what I was going to do. I’d just go to the point where I thought that my bottom would catch fire when the manageress suddenly appeared.

“I think that’s enough don’t you, Major” She said as if she’d caught him eating too much pud and not giving a young girl he’d only met a second before a good spanking on her bare bottom.“ Just put Lotty down will you. She’s got other people in the club to deal with, not just you.” And she took me out of the room as if nothing odd had happened at all.

“Can you go and help Lord Fotherington in the smoking room. He can’t find where he’s put his special bottle of port.“

And that was it and all I could do was to pull my knickers back up and stagger along behind her. Anyway, after what had just happened I thought everything else here had to be a doddle, and at least for the next ten minutes or so it was. It seemed that Lord Fotherington was convinced he’d left his port on one of the high shelves and I’ll give him credit for being a real gentleman about it. He insisted on moving the ladder for me himself, and each time I went up it he made a point of standing underneath and holding it steady.

Now I suppose I should have suspected something as after we’d done this a few times he said how grateful he was to me and that having just had a good look up my skirt he was feeling good and frisky and would I come to his bedroom as he was going to have a wank and maybe I’d like to give him a hand!

So I did give him a hand, good and hard right across his chops Honestly I was so cross! He didn't seem to mind, in fact his face lit right up, but the next thing this man suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"I'm the club steward.” He said, all self important. “And I won't have a junior member of staff assaulting one of our members. Go and wait for me in your room!"

So what could I do? I didn’t want to lose the job so I went back to my room and just lay down on the bed waiting till he came.

I knew that he would want to punish me, and judging from what an archaic place this was I could guess what form that would take. As soon as he came back I would be in for another spanking and no doubt it would be a thorough one.

So I thought, OK, I won’t fight it, and I took most of my kit off and then bent over the bed with my knickers down all ready.

No. I’m not daft! I thought that if he saw that I was ready to accept being punished he would probably be a bit more lenient. And anyway, I waited and waited and nothing happened and then suddenly I heard the door open and there he was behind me.

"Well!” He said. “I was going to spank you, but maybe it can wait for a while ....."

And the next thing, well you can guess can't you. Instead of a spanking he gave me a right old seeing to! Good and thorough it was to!

When he’d finally done with me he said that I was still due a spanking but it would have to wait till later in the week when he could take his time over it!

What? Am I going to stay on here? You bet I am! I love it!

POSTS

2011-11-08T08:36:00.000-08:00

So sorry that my posts are a bit sparse at the moment. So much going on in my life I can scarcely keep up!

Don't worry, I have NOT abandoned you or Sexuelle, and my mind is as full as ever with erotic musings, so keep looking out for them.

Hope to have something posted in a few days. If I don't, at least you can while away the odd warm evening thinking how I should be punished for letting you down!

Liz

A quiet night in

2011-10-30T12:56:00.000-07:00

“Why don’t we have a quiet evening in?” I suggested and he was happy with that as we weren’t always able to spend that much time together.

I put on a simple short dress and lit lots of candles and we ate a little and drank rather more,

And, being us, before we knew it we were kissing, his hand on my breast and his breath heavy on my neck. Where this was going was all too clear but neither of us were in a hurry.

“Why don’t you tell me one of your stories.” He asked and I was happy to do so as we both enjoyed them and never knew where they might take us.

“What about …..?” But I knew what he wanted anyway. ”Maybe some of the things that happened to me at school?” And as I said it I was gently stroking his cock and suddenly it was hard for him to speak so I just went on.

“At school I was a very naughty girl.” I said and his cock gave a jerk in my hand and I knew that this was just what he wanted to hear. “I wore very short skirts with tiny white panties and although I pretended not to notice I loved it when the boys and teachers used to try and look up my skirt.

“It meant that I was both very popular and very unpopular at the same time, and for the smallest excuse the teachers had me bent over the desk in front of the class for a spanking. I think it was because they wanted to do other things to me but couldn’t”

“I wish I had been one of your teachers!” He managed to mutter and I slowed down my stroking so as not to bring him off too quickly.

“One of the women teachers, Miss Robson, always took me to her private room when she spanked me. She’d make me take my knickers right off, and the whole time she was spanking me I had to tell her just how much I deserved it. She never gave me my knickers back afterwards and I often think she must have a big collection of them somewhere.”

He was whimpering now, so I guessed I was telling him what he wanted to hear, so I carried on. And anyway, I was getting myself excited now so I didn’t want to miss out on the rest of it.

“But it wasn’t just the teachers. One of the prefects was always looking for an excuse to spank me. I think is was because she secretly fancied me, but that didn’t mean it hurt any the less. Can you imagine it, me in my school uniform across another girl’s knee with my skirt up being spanked and spanked till I was squealing for mercy?”

And clearly he could as he went into a little spasm in my hand but I managed to keep him from going off completely.

“Do you want to hear some more?” I asked, and he gave a little moan which I knew meant he did.

“Not all the prefects hated me though, and there was one who was really nice. She was in charge of me during a detention and although she bent me over a desk and spanked me with a hairbrush she did it in a very loving way so it felt really nice.

“When she finished she said she hoped I was OK and then she kissed me. It was really nice being kissed by a girl so I kissed her back.

“I told her that when Miss Robson spanked me she took my knickers off, and then we paused our kissing and were looking at each other the way people do when something really exciting is going to happen, and after a second she said that maybe she should take my knickers off but that it would only be fair if I took hers off as well, so that’s what I did.

“It didn’t take long before she’d got my knickers off and then we kissed some more and eventually we ended up completely naked and it was all getting really sweet when in walked the headmaster and caught us!

“You are such a bad girl” My boyfriend said, twisting round and kissing me and I was so excited myself now that I nearly forgot to go on with my story but he wanted me to hear some more and so I did.

“So there we were,” I went on “Stark naked and guilty as sin . So what do you think happened?”

“Tell me!” He muttered, his cock jerking in my hand. “Please tell me!”

“The next morning,” I said, ” The two of us were marched into the headmaster’s study . He bent us over his desk side by side and told us what wicked little strumpets we were and just how thoroughly we were going to be punished. Then he pulled both our knickers down and caned use, first one then the other and back again. It was so painful I didn’t know how I was going to bear it, but just when I thought I couldn’t cope a second longer, you’ll never guess what he did next………”

But I never did get to tell him as there is a limit to how far two over excited people can hold back and nature took over.

I’m really looking forward to tomorrow night. He’s going to show l me how he would have punished me if he had been in charge!

A Night in Florence

2011-10-26T00:21:00.001-07:00

I saw her for the first time at the Piazza Della Signoria, just by the statue of David that we were both staring at with rapt admiration .

For a moment I felt the heat of her eyes, and had no choice but to flicker mine away from David's stony perfection to meet their gaze, then, both of us embarrassed at what we must have recognised in the other's look, pulled them away to go back to looking at his wonderful member, almost as if to say that we were neither of us that sort of girl.

Back in my hotel I could not stop thinking of her, her heavy eye lids and olive tinged skin knowing that I would never be likely to see her ever again, and that maybe that would be for the best.

But I did. In an evening alleyway as the light faded and I was wondering what I could do with myself that could possibly live up to the beauty of this Florentine evening, there she was!

"You will drink with me? " She asked, her English heavy with overtones of fashion houses and magnificent fast cars with foreign names.

And so we did, sharing wine and shameful secrets as we quietly tangled ourselves together in a cats cradle of intimacies and erotic confessions, so when the moment came to leave, where else were we to go but to my hotel.

We were kissing almost before we knew it , but what else were we here to do, nervous at first, and I wondered maybe this was her first time as well as mine though I did not ask,

and when I found myself impaled against the wall, my body and hers locked together with mutual need, it was as if I had been making Sapphic love with such girls as her all of my life.

Her nakedness was a strange and beautiful thing to me, and it seemed that mine was to her as well, and as we kissed and explored and delved into other I knew that for this night at least, this was precisely what I desired and wanted, and that everything else was for naught.

But as we writhed and fondled, I could not forget a fundamental truth. At home I had a man, a man in his own way as beautiful as her, and that when I was back there with him again I would not demean him and everything that he and I shared by hiding the events of this night from him.

I would tell him what I had done in exact detail and then submit to his burning redress knowing that as he scourged my flesh it would bring alive the memory of this night, punishment and pain and this wicked pleasure all blended together into one glorious whole.

And I would tell him exactly what this woman was like so that he desired her in the way that I did and he would engorge with need for her,

and so for a while at least, each time he fucked me he would be fucking her too, and that way I would be able to have her in my bed again and again, prolonging the memory of that night.

Oops!

2011-10-26T00:19:00.001-07:00

Oh dear, from that confused look on your face , you clearly have lots to learn young lady.

It can’t have escaped your notice that from the moment your young breasts appeared that all the boys couldn’t stop staring at them, and later on when you were ready for such things you were happy to allow the more cute and fanciable of them to feel and fondle and kiss them; be honest it was a two way traffic and it felt nice for you as well and encouraged you to let things move on into even more pleasurable territory. So taking that a step further, hardly surprising that one day one of them wants to cut out the middle man of his hands and investigate your pretty breasts with the very part of him that swells with pleasure each time he thinks about them .

Yes that can lead to unexpected results like this, but take it as a compliment. It’s when things like this no longer happen that you have to start worrying!

Room Service

2011-10-26T00:16:00.001-07:00

If you are feeling a bit cheeky and ring for room service once to often,

The service you get might not be quite what you had in mind,

But the chances are that it will all end up be fine in the end!

What's the punishment....?

2011-10-16T12:07:00.000-07:00

Look, you’re a man of the world. What is the punishment for a girl who spends all her money on enticing lingerie,

Runs of to Paris where she idles away her time wandering the streets

Then checks into expensive hotels where she waits in the bedroom for rich men to visit her.

And when they do, she does whatever they might ask of her to satisfy their perverted sexual needs

After which, instead of giving her their phone number, they go off leaving her nothing but diamonds and money?

It’s what? She has to be blindfolded,

Stripped and shackled,

Repeatedly spanked,

Preferably naked,

And then thoroughly ravished?

Gosh! All that!

I'm definitely going to do it then!

Strange!

2011-10-16T12:05:00.000-07:00

It’s strange! Sometimes he threatens you with a spanking, you accept that you deserve a spanking, you dress up all ready to be given a spanking, he drags off your knickers for the sole purpose of giving you a spanking, and then it’s not a spanking but something else entirely he ends up giving you!

Men! Honestly!

Spanking Miss Jones

2011-10-16T11:51:00.001-07:00

“Miss Jones.”

“Yes, Sir?”

“Miss Jones, it goes without saying that you are an exemplary secretary, possibly the best I have had....”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“But nevertheless, I did have cause to spank you last week. I’m sure you remember.”

“Oh, yes, Sir! I’ve thought about it a number of times, particularly on warm nights just before going down to sleep.”

“Hmm! Well leaving that to one side, the way you dress for the office is tending to cause some distraction amongst the male staff.”

“But, Sir, I only wear the most correct clothing possible. Tailored suits, sheer stockings, high heels…… “

“But that very correctness can be provocative in it’s own right, particularly if the girl in question is exceptionally pretty and with a body like yours.”

“But….what is my body like then, Sir, and why are you kissing me?”

“Oh yes! I am kissing you aren’t I? I didn’t realise. Anyway, the other day when you were bending over the filing cabinet……”

“Oh dear! My skirt was rather short that day wasn’t it!”

“It was…..Well let’s just leave it that I’ve decided to give you a further spanking to get my point across about the way you present yourself.”

“Oh Good! I mean, of course, Sir. I’m sure it’s exactly what I need. I’m sure a thorough spanking with my knickers down will really teach me a lesson.”

“Miss Jones, I said nothing about taking your knickers down.”

“But you are going to take them down, aren’t you, Sir.”

“As it happens I am going to take them down…..Why are you kissing me, Miss Jones?”

“Sorry, Sir. I hadn’t realised!”

“Mmmmm……..you are just so kissable!”

“So are you, Sir!”

“Even so…….where were we?”

“You were about to give me a good spanking, Sir.”

“So was. OK. Now let’s get you in position….that’s it over my knee… Are you comfortable.”

“Very comfortable, Sir.”

“Fine, now I’ll just slip your knickers down…..My goodness, you have the most beautiful bottom, Miss Jones.”

“Thank you, Sir. Oh, Sir, it feels so nice when you stroke me like that…..!”

“ Even so, are you ready to be spanked?

“Oh yes, Sir! Owww! Ahhh! Oooooh!………..Sir……!!!”

**********

“It’s nice being on your lap like this, Sir. “

“Well you did take that that spanking very well.”

“I’m sure a few more and I will have learned my lesson. Sir….?”

“Yes?”

“It’s funny but when you spank me…..it makes me feel all warm and moist. You know……”

“I hope that being punished isn’t giving you some sort of pleasure, Miss Jones.”

“I wouldn’t say pleasure, Sir , but I am very moist down there. Look, give me your hand….If you feel….”

“Yes you are, aren’t you!”

“What about you, Sir? I mean doesn’t having me wriggling across your knee with my knickers down do something for you?”

“Not at all, Miss Jones! The very idea!”

“Well let me just check…..My goodness, Sir! You’re as hard as rock!”

“Nonsense, mean…..”

“Come on, I just want to get it out and have a look….”

“Miss Jones…..!”

“That’s got it! Wow, it’s really big and stiff. You really do like spanking me, don’t you!”

“Look, it’s nothing to do with…What are you doing?….. Miss Jones…! Miss Jones!!!!!!!!”

That first time....

2011-10-12T12:25:00.001-07:00

It was just a throw away remark so it barely registered that he’d said it. Both of us laughing, horsing around they way we do. “I've a good mind to spank you, you little brat.”

And that was it, lost in the ether, and when a few days later as we rolled around on the bed, teasing and flirting he told me again that a good spanking was just what I needed, it got lost with everything else as we feverishly completed our mutual undressing.

But the third time somehow revived the faded memory of the other two, and I picked him up on it. "Do you really want to spank me?" I said, my eyes meeting his in a sort of challenge. " No. of course not." He answered, and then he was kissing me again , but I decided not to let it go.”You know Belinda?" I asked him. "She told me the other day that her boyfriend spanks her quite a lot."

“Really!" He said, clearly trying to brush it to one side. “Sounds a bit kinky to me” But there was a serious gleam in his eye. “What does she do then, dress up in her old school uniform and tell him she's been naughty?”

The rest of the conversation went nowhere as suddenly we were at it so feverishly that nothing else mattered,

But I knew all I needed to know about something lurking in his subconscious, but more than that, something lurking in mine as well.

Preparing for my little plan didn’t take a moment. He was in a quiet post coital trance, more asleep than awake, so I simply slipped of into the dressing room and put on the few simple garments I needed. Tiny skirt, even tinier panties, and long socks. Cliché? Of course, but clichés only exist because they work .

“I've been such a naughty girl, Sir”

When he came into the living room, I was lying on the couch waiting, my eyes full of promise and my body eroticised in the sort of get up that had clearly been invading his subconscious for a little while now, even if he had been refusing to acknowledge it.

“I suppose you are going to have to punish me!”

It took him a second or two to make a decision, his eyes burning and his whole body alive with anticipation. He had a simple choice, either to play along and give himself the treat of a lifetime or to tell me I was being silly. I was certain which one it would be and I was right.

“I suppose I am!” His nostrils were furled and it was as if I could see through his clothes to his engorgement.

“Just remind me again what it is you have done!”

I picked up my old teddy bear to add to the picture of erotic innocence I was presenting to him and went and whispered something so inflammatory in his ear I’m surprised he didn’t simply strip and ravish me on the spot but he managed to stay in character.

“You are such a wicked girl!” He managed to get out. “I hadn’t realized you had been that bad. You know I’m going to have to put me across my knee and spank you!”

He’d said it and the air between us was now electric, even if for no other reason than he could see that I was now as excited by the idea of being spanked as he was to spank me

“Spank me, Sir!” I managed to get out. “Not actually …..”

“Spank you! Yes.” I could see that just saying it was enough to take him to a new level. “Now come here will you!”

Moments later and with my heart thumping I was over is knee and he was caressing my thighs and taking his hand up and underneath my tiny skirt and exploring my bottom through my skimpy panties.

“You understand,” He said, his voice honeyed with lust and power. “That what you did calls for nothing less than a proper bare bottomed spanking, so I’m going to have to pull your knickers down!”

“But, Sir!” I gasped, so excited now I could barely speak. “Not take my knickers down!”

But even as I spoke he was doing that, sliding them down inch by lustful inch till they were at mid thigh and my bare bottom was on full display under his hungry eyes.

We’d been lovers now for a while and he’d seen my naked body time and again, but I had never before felt so exposed, my bared bottom like an exhibit in a glass case to be examined and obsessed over.

“Have you ever been spanked before?” He asked me, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from my nervous lips.

“No, Sir. Not ever.”

“Then I’d better make sure that you remember this one!” And with a final caress he landed a first sharp slap in the middle of my upturned bottom, paused as I squealed and jumped with the shock, then gave another in exactly the same spot before settling into a quiet and steady rhythm, spanking and spanking my virgin bottom with a sold steady satisfaction.

What had I expected when I had initiated this game? I hadn’t thought it through. The idea of being the naughty little girl being punished across his knee had exited me, but I hadn’t considered how it would feel. And it felt wonderful. Fear and pain and erotic excitement were all swirling round together in a strange cocktail of perverse pleasure, as heady a mixture as I had ever experienced. One part of me wanted to scream and call for him to stop, the other to beg him not to spare me and to spank even harder. The harder he spanked the more excited I became, and though in a shorter time than I would have imagined the burning fire in my bottom was beginning to rage out of control, somehow it was all too wonderful and I knew that this was something I needed to know more about, this dark underworld of pain and pleasure I had previously known nothing about.

But more than that, as he spanked and chastised my tender flesh, little grunts escaping his lips, I knew that it was taking me to a point of no return, a swirling sweet orgasm beginning to build in my feminine depths and building into that glorious explosion of joy I knew so well.

And then, like a rush of cold water it was all coming to a close. “I take it you’ve learned your lesson.” He said, his hand now soothing my scalding cheeks, and in a trance and somehow knowing what was expected of me, I said that I had and even said what a good little girl I was going to be from now on. “That’s good!” He told me, his voice thick with a new power. “But even so ...” And he was peeling off my knickers, taking them right off and over my high heeled ankles.

“I think spending the rest of the day without knickers will remind you of your punishment and encourage you to be a good girl from now on.“

And he was getting me back on my feet, purring with his entitlement to do with me what he wished from now on. “And of course," He said , taking a good look at me in my tiny skirt that barely covered my lower nakedness. “Without any knickers on you’ll be that much easier to spank!”

“Of course, Sir.” I said, my loins still throbbing with the need to explode and knowing that I had to raise the game or fall on the floor and self pleasure in front of him. “But you do know that I have no intention of behaving, and quite frankly that spanking didn’t hurt one bit!“

And pausing only to poke my tongue out at him I hurriedly rushed out through the door, slamming it behind me.

I had a feeling that the next half hour was going to prove to be very interesting indeed!

Just an Old Fashioned Girl

2011-10-05T08:53:00.000-07:00

I'm just an old fashioned girl. I wear proper dresses , as a good girl should.

I wear proper gloves and stockings, and I don't have modern things like a mobile, and certainly not a Brazilian!

If I misbehave, my boyfriend quite properly punishes me in a traditional old fashioned way,

And of course, dutiful girl that I am, I always show my appreciation for his doing his duty by me in this way.

I feel sorry for modern girls. They miss out on so much!

Not Fair!

2011-10-05T08:51:00.000-07:00

Little Bo Peep

2011-10-04T08:29:00.000-07:00

Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep

As she was so busy wanking.

When the farmer gets back
He'll give her the sack,

But first off a damn good spanking!

Drawings

2011-10-04T08:25:00.000-07:00

So what have we here, three drawings showing some unfortunate female at the receiving end of a spanking. The first two are very much of the same period, possibly even by the same artist , and the last one later. In their own way they are a clear demonstration of changes in social attitudes over a period of time.

The first two were almost certainly drawn in the nineteen fifties, that weird time when men fantasized like never before or since about how exciting it would be to take their wife, or better still that little minx in the typing pool, across the knee and to dish out a good spanking while they wriggled and protested. Not that it had anything to do with sex of course, no way, but somehow it created a nice warm feeling in the nether regions and caused a lot of leaking in the underpants department.

Both drawings are jokey which was their ostensible raison d’etre, but what a surprise that without intending to the artist had managed to exploit the full erotic potential of giving a pretty girl a good spanking. In the first, the woman’s dress has pulled up so that her stocking tops are on display and her full breasts are bursting out of her top as if determined to make a complete get away. In the second, despite the overwhelming nerdyness of the man dishing it out, things go even further. The woman is in her underwear with her suspenders and panties on full display, and her bra has slid up the point where we are even given a hint of one of her nipples. But as I said, it’s all just for a laugh so that’s all right.

The third drawing could not be more different. The girl is completely naked and we can even see wisps of her pubic hair as she bends over to accept her punishment from the stern matriarch who clearly likes nothing better than to chastise her young helpless victims . There is nothing jokey about it and Its sole purpose is to titillate and arouse those whose erotic palette includes fantasies of this kind.

How we’ve moved on, yet somehow the subliminal eroticism in the two earlier drawings seems to work better for me. It’s as if the artist was sharing a secret between him and those of us who are in on it. Where you all stand with this is up to.

Spanked again!

2011-09-29T08:46:00.000-07:00

Across her knee again, skirt up and knickers down with her stinging hand making its presence well and truly felt on my bare bottom. Hardly a surprise. She spanks me for the smallest excuse, but that's fine. One look at her at the interview and I guessed that's how things would be. I was to be her playmate, her little companion, lighting her cigarettes, going to the opera and restaurants with her and of course visiting her vast bed at night where we kiss and fondle and exchange fluids. A perfect job for a girl like me with my pleasure in idle luxury and hunger for erotic experience. And if she likes me to dress up and become different girls, a French maid one day and a naughty schoolgirl another, that only makes it more fun.

And being punished? That was never mentioned but it was well understood that it would be part of the deal, and anyway I enjoy it. There's something so exciting about being told I've just earned another spanking. And at night afterwards she's always extra affectionate.

Sometimes I think if I had to pay her I'd still stay on!

Any Excuse!

2011-09-29T08:41:00.001-07:00

As she says, any excuse, but then those of you with certain inclinations can always find some word or gesture that will encourage the man in your life to up-end, expose and chastise you in a way both traditional and all too pleasurable.

And should the reason be connected with your wanton dress or behavior , then so much the better. Gives him a good excuse after your spanking to demonstrate what sort of treatment you really deserved.

And the image above? A confession! In the original drawing the girl was was in fact wearing knickers, but I used my modest artistic skills to remove them. Well, I had to give him some excuse to spank her didn't I?

Shorts

2011-09-29T08:40:00.001-07:00

Those of you who have read Educating Anna will remember that the first time Peter gives Anna a proper spanking she is wearing a pair of indecently abbreviated shorts. Aware of her growing sexuality she had originally put them on to play tennis, but then realized their potential for beguiling her handsome and brooding tutor. Not surprising that its not long before she is across his knee while he demonstrates just what a serious spanking feels like, and without realising it shaping her sexual reaction to being punished for ever.

In my mind I saw her shorts being just like these, wickedly showing off her exquisite bottom at its very best and carefully designed to drive her tutor wild.

Nothing would ever make me wear something like these in public, but in my garden on a hot afternoon with a suitable companion to appreciate their possibilities, now that's something else entirely! I'll let you know how I get on the first time I try it.