First Date

Look, kissing you is wonderful, and I really do like you! I mean it, but I’ve only just met you and I really shouldn’t go too far. I can see you keep looking at my breasts but just don’t do that sort of thing on a first date.

Well, all right, I’ll just undo a couple of buttons, no more than that, just to give you a glimpse.

Look I feel really naughty even doing just this, and, no, I am not going to take it right off!




Well, all right, just for a second, no more. Yes I know they are ripe and kissable, but it’s not my fault I’ve got breasts like this. You can have a quick peep, that’s all, and then my blouse goes back on. If I let you start fondling them who knows what might happen.





Oh my God, that feels so good! I shouldn’t be letting you…..Listen. I think you should know I was brought up in a Catholic school, so we were taught that we should never even have wicked sexual thoughts, let alone actually doing anything.



Any hint of anything like that and we were spanked with our knickers down.




Even now I can’t get rid of the idea that girls who do naughty things with men should be soundly spanked on their bare bottoms.







Oh I see! You think that way too! But, Hang on! Surely you’re going to spank me! Oh you are!



Ouch that really …OW!!! OooH!! Stop it . Ahhh!

Wow! You're good at spanking aren’t you!. Trouble with being spanked is that afterwards I feel even naughtier. But I suppose that now I have been spanked, well, I mean there’s nothing actually stopping us is there.

OK, let’s see what effect spanking me has had on you……

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!!

Oh dear! What’s the punishment for a girl who re-starts her blog, and then doesn’t make any postings? Not hard to work that one out.

To avoid further over the knee humiliations I promise to make up for it all next week.

Honest!

Liz

The Tie

Oh look, I’ve just found my old school tie!






It reminds me of the games we used to play when we were first together. I used to pretend to a sexy schoolgirl who was always misbehaving and driving the boys wild.



You used to put me across your knee and spank me, quite hard sometimes. You would tell me what a bad girl I was and no matter how much I protested you always took my knickers down to get the lesson across.





Do you remember?

Short term memory loss

Sally had checked her shopping list at least three times, but still couldn’t get rid of the idea that she had forgotten something!

Victorian?!

Now I don’t want to carp, specially with the cover of a book whose sole purpose is clearly to make those buying it ripe and moist and in the mood for a little erotic dalliance with their lover or maybe their own questing fingers.

But Victorian issue! Since when did Victorian women wear powdered wigs?

On the other hand, as the little minx getting her pretty bare bottom pinked is wearing exactly the right, ”It’s not fair!” pout that punished girls have worn ever since spanking was invented, I’m prepared to let it go. Just this once anyway. I think what I might do is to take this book to bed for an hour or so and check it out for any other mistakes.

Toy Boy

I know that some of you girls fantasise from time to time about having a gorgeous little toy boy to serve your household needs (whatever they might be)! That being the case here’s as good an example of the type as your are ever likely to come across, so feel free to get your imaginations working on him.

And let’s be honest, with someone this cute, should he make the odd mistake or two, you could always give him a good smacked bottom!

Caught

Oh dear! You’ve caught me masturbating again! It was you I was thinking about, I promise.





Look, come on, I’m your special little girl! You wouldn’t seriously spank a cute little thing like me would you!





Oh you would!

The Bicycle

I was so excited when he bought me the bicycle. ”There!” he said. “It will make you more independent and give you some exercise. And the fresh air will help make you feel in tune with nature. Off you go and enjoy yourself.”





And I did too. I hadn’t realised just how good it would feel scissoring my legs up and down with nothing but a skimpy strip of panty gusset between my naughty bits and the thin leather saddle. It made me feel so in tune with nature, that that sometimes I had to stand on the pedals to stop it all becoming too much fun!




So when I went home later I was very keen to show my thanks in the ways he likes best, so I was surprised to find him looking very cross. “While you were out,” He said “I got a text message from Rita.” Rita has been a friend of mine for a long time but I know she fancies my boyfriend and I’m not sure I trust her any more.

“She said she saw you out on your bicycle, making a complete exhibition of yourself and showing off your panties to all the men in the street!”




I was about to say something but he cut me off. “So if you like having men looking at your knickers, let me have a good look too.” And the next thing he had me across his knee with my skirt pulled up. ” Leave me alone you big bully!” I shouted, but he was much too strong for me and I couldn’t stop him and he did a lot of looking, most of it with his hands which he had all over and under my knickers, and then having had his look he than started to spank me, really hard, all the while telling me what a naughty little baggage I was.



I squealed and I shouted but he just spanked and spanked me, and then to make it worse he pulled my knickers right down and spanked me some more.



By now it was getting more than I could tolerate, like having a fire burning on my bottom, so when he asked me to promise him that I would never again go out on my bike in a short skirt and showing off my knickers, of course I agreed.

Now he’s never spanked me before, and I must admit it that together with having spent an hour or so on that stiff leather saddle earlier, it had made me feel more than ready to make up with him, and then I saw that he was in the same mood too,





I was happy for the two of us to get in tune with nature together.

That was all yesterday and today’s a new day and following that little episode I’ve got lots planned. First I’m going to pay Rita a visit, just a friendly one of course, and I’m going to show her my appreciation for her sending that text message.



And then I’m going for a nice long bike ride, but this time I’m making sure than no one will get even a glimpse of my knickers. I’d promised my boyfriend I wouldn’t and I always keep my promises. No, I’m going to leave them right off, and then let’s see what happens. It could prove to be a very interesting day!

Dazed and Confused

After the entire sales force had shown Felicity their appreciation for her closing the Atkinson deal, she decided it might be best not to mention that she had also managed to sign up the Frobisher contract as well!

Spanked by Appointment

The following post appeared, very briefly, when I was a cuckoo in MarQe’s Study. Re-posting it here is my retaliation for his selling a pair of my expensive knickers on E
Bay. This man is clearly going to come to a sticky end, but my fear is that the same fate is in store for my panties.

Rather than get heavy about it however, here's a few thoughts on the subject in verse.

There once was a young girl called Liz,
Who got her self in a tizz.
After a long night of kissing,
Her knickers went missing,
So she snuck out next day wearing his!


Spanked by Appointment



“I think you’ve just earned yourself a spanking, young Elizabeth. Come to my room at six tonight, and make sure you are appropriately dressed.”

Oh how often have I found myself in that situation, an appointment across a man’s knee affecting every single moment for the rest of the day, the two of us all too aware of its implication as we exchange glances. But it’s a gorgeous man of course as otherwise the situation would not have arisen, and despite myself I’m already self lubricating as I think about it.

Being punished by appointment is such a different animal from the rough and tumble of instant retribution when you wrestle and giggle before the inevitable capitulation and down go your knickers and your bared bottom is soundly spanked for whatever excuse or reason was given this time.






There is best value in this situation when the two of you will be in each other’s company for the day. “No need,” He says, kissing you deeply. “No need to let it spoil the day.” And indeed he is even more attentive and affectionate than usual, unable to keep his hands off you in the taxi to town, and his whole body luminous with arousal.





“Where will you be tonight?” He murmurs when at the café your waitress is out of earshot. “Across your knee, Sir.” You answer, your bottom already tingling with anticipation.




“And how? He wants to know, his priapism so clear to you he might just as well have slipped it out for all to see.



”With my knickers down.” You tell him. ”Unless you decide to pull them off completely.”




By mid afternoon, you’re so excited you wish you were wearing that special tee shirt your friend bought you for a joke not knowing that being spanked is something you want and need.




You want everybody to know that in a few short hours this pretty and sophisticated female will be demeaned and humiliated by being spanked across her boyfriend’s knee, begging him to stop but of course not wanting him to.

And of course with a spanking by appointment, at any time between the sentence being passed and that moment when you stand before him, nervously wondering how thorough it’s going to be, the reality of your day to day persona could easily have slipped into the swirling mists of fantasy. You are a naughty schoolgirl who has misbehaved once to often,




a provocative secretary,



or a young servant girl with an all too strict employer.





Whatever it is, enjoy it to the full, and of course the inevitable commerce that follows. That’s something you never have to make an appointment for!

Power Play: Short Story

“Look, we shouldn’t…..you shouldn't…” But they were already kissing, and her young body was pressed so closely to his they were like one flesh and resistance was close to impossible.

"But don’t you like me?" Her eyes were full of mischief and need and it took all his will to break away from her, panting with a mixture of anger and arousal.


"It’s not a question of liking!” God, how could he deal with this little temptress in her negligent tee shirt and tiny skirt? The problem was, he wanted to as much as she did and she knew it, goading him with her show of innocence. “This is just not right, I'm way older than you and I’m married. Look you’d better go home before things get out of hand.”

"But......" She stood right in front of him, her limpid eyes looking up into his and breaking through his already weak defences. He had been a sexual predator in his day, no one safe from his appetite and his bedroom cunning, and now this little nineteen year old seemd to be running rings round him.

“There's no harm in just a kiss is there? Come on, just one little kiss." And then they were again, eating each others mouths and moments later she had taken his hand and placed it on her breast, holding it firmly while he explored its young ripeness.





How often he had fantasised about how her breasts would feel, ever since he had seen her sunbathing on the lawn next door, her top discarded and her arms stretched above her head so her pert young breasts, oiled and glistening, reached up to embrace the sun’s heat.





He gave in to this investigation as long as he dared, as long as he could and still keep up some pretence that it was only because she was holding his hand in place.

"Now listen!" He was practically shouting as he wrenched himself away, guilt and conscience fighting against the urge to rip every shred of clothing from her and ravish her till she split apart. “If you don’t stop this, I’ll…….” He mustn’t say it. He’d be done for if he did. Would give away just how aroused he was in a second.

"You’ll what?” She was back in front of him, quite unaffected by his passion and vehemence. ”What will you do?”

"I've a damned good mind……" But her arms were back round his neck and nothing was stopping her. Whatever happened now was her fault and he really had tried. “If you don’t stop this I’ll …..”

"What?” She was positively asking him to. “What will you do?"

“I’ll put you across my knee and spank you!”

Her giggle was derisory. Positively challenging. "Spank me! You wouldn’t dare!”

"Right you little brat!” The struggle was brief and unequal. In many ways she was setting the agenda and she knew it, but in simple physical strength there was no contest at all and in seconds she was pinned over his knee struggling and squealing as he held her tightly in place.

“Now, are you going to behave?” His entire body was on fire as his hand explored her luscious little bottom through her thin cotton skirt, temporarily mesmerised by the hint of white knickers stretched tightly over her mons pubis. He’d given her every possible opportunity and now it was down to her. “This is your last chance!”

“Go on then! I dare you!”

He hesitated no more than a second and then let her have it, a dozen or so spanks, determinedly aimed at arguably the sexiest little bottom he had ever seen, each a stinging slap designed to be felt and appreciated. She yelped and jerked at each one, particularly the last couple which had all the force of his frustration, but when he let her up, the two of them panting and dishevelled, her eyes were bright with fresh provocation.




“Now don’t mess with me any more!” God she was just too gorgeous to exist, lithe and young and her tee shirt falling down from her shoulder and exposing her smooth buttery flesh. “I told you what I’d do!”

“Yes you did didn’t you!” Was she actually being contrite? “But it hasn’t made me any difference. You’ll have to spank me much harder than that to stop me wanting you.”

For Gods sake! He stared at her, wholly unable to know what to do with her. When it came down to it, he was only flesh and blood

“Look,” His eyes were smouldering now. “Don’t think I wouldn’t!”

“Oh, I know you would!”

“Listen, young lady. If I have to spank you again I’ll take your knickers down.”

“I knew you wanted to do that all the time!"

This time it was him who initiated their kissing his hand between her legs as she gasped and moaned. She’d given him the moral high ground and from its lofty heights he knew that he could do anything he wanted with her and he intended to enjoy it. He broke off for a second, looking at her as if he had never seen her before. “I may be kissing you, but don't think I'm not I’m not going to spank you."






"Of course you are." She said, her voice less calculating now she had achieved what she’s set out to do. "I know I've been asking for it."

Positioning her across his knee this time he savoured every second, the look and feel of her along with the glowing anticipation of a pleasure almost to perfect to be happening. Ever since she had started house sitting for his next door neighbours, now on a lengthy foreign trip, he had lusted after her, her impudently short skirts,





her barely buttoned tops, and of course her out of reach youth making her completely unobtainable. Time and again he had watched her, fantasising about her lovely slim thighs, his cock angrily erect and weeping with his primitive need, but now she was his for the asking, across his knee and ready to be punished. He ran his hand up and down her legs, caressing and soothing them before getting down to business and pulling her derisory little skirt as far up her back as he could. Having done so he took a sudden indrawn breath at the sight of her sweet bottom, its curves and crevices enhanced and highlighted by her the skimpy white panties.






While she wriggled and mewed he took an age to feel and investigate its mysteries, deliberately trailing his fingers over her central crevice which was already damp with anticipation.

“Now what am I going to do?" He demanded, wanting to hear it from her own mouth.

“You're going so spank me, Sir." She answered, clearly as lost in this erotic prelude as he was. “Spank me good and hard."

"Ad why am I going to spank you?" He asked, one finger inside the leg of her panties and unambiguously stroking the moist pink lips hidden away there. Now aroused to a new level she had a problem answering, but had the same need to say the words he wanted to hear as he had to hear them.

"Because I'm wanton little minx who only visited you today was because I wanted to make you to fuck me."

“Then in that case…..” He was scarcely in any sort of control now, but he wanted to savour every last second of this. “I think nothing less than being spanked with your knickers down will do. You accept that don't you?” And as she gasped her agreement he took the silky waist band in his hand and started to peel them down as slowly as he could to get full benefit, his eyes on fire as he watched her naked bottom come into view inch by lushious inch.





“And in case there’s any doubt on the subject," He was nearly purring now as he gave her naked cheeks a final caress “I'm going to enjoy every second of this."

Whatever she’d anticipated it wasn't what he unleashed on her, his arousal and frustration now given full release as he spanked and spanked her lovely young bottom with all the zeal of a righteous puritan Whatever sexual depravities they might indulge in them when this punishment was over, right now he was doing this for real.




She was half his age, knew he was married and had deliberately set out to seduce him. She needed to be taught a lesson and he was doing it to the very best of his ability. In a second she realised what she had let herself in for, screaming and struggling for real as she fought to get away but his arm was tight round her waist and she hadn’t a prayer. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She was yelling, but he was on a mission. From the second she had knocked on his door with her all too transparent story about running out of milk she had been in charge, orchestrating his sexual capitulation. Well now he was in charge and as her bottom changed from peach to pink to crimson he was determined that she knew beyond any doubt who was calling the shots.







“Will you start behaving ?“ He called out, the metronome rhythm of his spanking hand not pausing for a second

“Yes! Yes!“ She screamed out. “Yes!”

Now he did pause. “And will you do what you’re told when you’re told? “

“Of course, Sir. Whatever you say!”

“Well having got that established ….” And when they kissed this time it was different. She was following is lead like a dancer, her body anticipating what he wanted her to do, so when he stood up she instinctively kneeled in front of him, a half smile playing on her lips. She was back in territory she understood .

“Like this, Sir?” She breathed as she opened the front of his jeans, hardly able to believe the sheer urgency of the engorgement that sprang out in front of her big eyes.

“Yes, just like that.” He answered as her mouth investigated the burning tip. “In fact……."





For a second he couldn't talk, the sensations running through his loins so exquisite. With the little part of his brain that could think he made a few decisions. He wouldn’t fuck her this time. Make her wait. Perhaps leave actually fucking her till after a couple more spankings so she knew exactly where she stood, but the thought of her lithe body across his knee again was so arousing he lost all control and his creamy gift shot into her young perfect mouth as his legs turned into rubber bands and nearly gave way underneath him.

*****

They seemed to be in bed, naked and intertwined. He hadn't planned to do this, but maybe it had been inevitable from the start and sometimes it's just not possible to fight nature.

He had gushed his longing into her twice and it was as if he no longer had anything between his legs at all, all sensation having been expelled with his seed. A third would be completely beyond him particularly having taken pleasure in her mouth before the first of his entries into her loins.

“I was just thinking,” She said, snuggling against him and running her hand over his naked chest. “That maybe we could come to some sort of arrangement. It’s a bit of a cheek I know but, I've a feeling that you might get something out of it too. I mean,” and her face had its calculating look on again, ”You did seem to enjoy spanking me."

He wanted to know more wholly unable to get any grasp of what this demonic teenage siren was all about.

“The thing is, I’m in the last few months of my gap year and I have some really serious assignments that have to be completed, and if I dont I'll lose my place in Uni. I'm really quite bright, but I do tend to be a bit lazy, you know short of self discipline and well.....”

She surely couldn’t be suggesting , No! But he let her go on, wondering if this could be true.

"What I’m trying to say.....I mean, if you sort of supervised me so if I wasn’t doing what I should be, you'd, well, punish me.........."






Already the impossible was happening, his cock stirring in anticipation. "The problem is......" She shrugged the sheets away so her young naked body was on full display and her eyes great pools of erotic promise.






"I just don't know how I would be able to thank you." She stretched out and already he was engorged and eager, ready to punish and penetrate till he died of exhaustion. “But I'm sure between us we could find some way....."

And here we are again......

The story so far....


OK ! A short while ago I announced that I could no longer go on with Sexuelle for no other reason than I had (and still have ) so many other commitments I just could not make the time for. I hated the idea of letting it wither on the vine as I felt it was still in its young and juicy stage and with lots growing left to do, so I therefore made myself and my blog available to the highest bidder, the plan being I would squat in a dusty corner of someone else's theatre and come out and do my little dance when the programme permitted it. (Yes, I'm mixing my metaphors, but I've never claimed to be perfect!)

MarQe of MarQe's study took me up on it and the future looked bright. It seemed that we had an arrangement from which we would mutually benefit.

Oh the best laid plans of mice and men.....! Within five minute the air was rent with slamming doors and the sound of handbags colliding with ears. Not his fault, not mine but it became apparent that things were not working out and in less than two weeks we decided to part company to our joint relief.




And for the record I wish him well, seriously, without me cluttering up his bathroom and leaving my wet knickers draped over his radiators..

In the mean time I have been beset with e mails from a lot of wonderful people asking me to go on with Sexuelle, even if I can only make the occasional post here and there. I'm humbled, I really am. I promise you that when I started the blog I was beset with fears that no one would even know it was there and I still can't quite believe that anyone is taking it seriously.

But after all this, how can I not go on with it? You will have to be vary patient with me however as there are only so many hours in a day and although I will do my best there might be easily a week or ten days between individual postings, but I will try and make up for lack of quantity with quality.

When will my next post be? Your guess is as good as mine , but I'll try and make it soon.

And yes, I am glad to be back!