Dazed and Confused

Look when we first met I did explain that I wasn’t actually lesbian,

But that made no difference as I’m hardly sexually inexperienced and in fact I have been with a woman before, so that wasn’t a problem,

And I do find you massively attractive and kissing you is wonderful and I can’t get enough of it.

And I don’t mind that you have a dominant streak, in fact that only makes it more exciting,

My previous girlfriend loved to tie me up, so I’m used to that sort of thing,

And I know I shouldn’t admit this, but when you spank me for being naughty , frankly I love it.

It’s just that well, when we make love, it’s not quite what I would have expected from a girl,

and, I don’t know, there’s something about you that’s just that bit different from what I would have expected……..

Bunches- Girls only!

Look girls, this is strictly between ourselves, so if any men happen to be reading this, just go off and, I don’t know, check your stamp collection or tidy your sock drawer or whatever else you do when your alone. 

 Oh is that what you do! You dirty devils! 



 Anyway what I wanted to say to the girls is this. If you want guaranteed results with a man that you’re already with, or to ensure that some gorgeous stranger finds an excuse to start talking to you, forget the plunging neckline

or even a flirty glimpse of stocking top,

effective though these can be. No, for cast iron fail safe results, simply put your hair in bunches or plaits and the job is done.

There’s some thing about this that men simply can’t resist, and its almost certainly something to do with men enjoying that fiction that they are in control. (If only they knew!) With your hair in bunches you are saying, “I’m not a high flying International woman who will be a challenge to you, I’m simply a little girl who needs taking home and looking after.”

And if some kind sweet man does look after you, well you’re so happy to show your appreciation in all sorts of surprisingly grown up ways.

And of course if you organise it that a man comes across you when maybe you really are in need of help, for example some nasty person has just stolen your panties,

well, how can any man not rise to the occasion?

Naturally, presenting ourselves as a helpless little girl has its consequences,

but none that we wouldn’t be delighted to accept. The man who finds himself our protector has a duty to keep us in order, and as there are some lessons that have to be learned across his knee, well it’s all part of the deal.

And if for a while he decides to take absolute control of us, then we must simply enjoy the experience.

And for those of us who prefer to spend our bedroom time with one of our own kind, the same rules still apply. Putting your hair in bunches might mean a having to endure a short sharp session across her knee, but as that will almost will inevitably lead to a long lingering session across her bed, where’s the problem?

A man friend of mine who is otherwise very straight in the bedroom department has admitted to me that when I put my hair in bunches it brings out tendencies in him that he was scarcely aware of , which fortunately we both benefit from, but maybe it’s best if I don’t go into too much detail about that.

Certainly, if you are the sort of girl who likes to indulge in classroom games, just by putting your hair in bunches should be enough to let him know that’s the sort of mood you are in.

OK, you’re almost certainly going to end up with a soundly spanked bottom, but that’s half the fun and by no means the end of the story.

Utilising the same sort of psychology, two female friends of mine who are doctors never admit that when talking to men at parties as they always find it’s a turn off. They both pretend that they are nurses which nearly always gets them far better results.

 Exactly what those results are I’m always far too tactful to ask!

Anyway I’m sure you’re all getting the picture, so try it out and see just how well it works, though I somehow suspect that a lot of you knew all this anyway. 

 And as that’s more or less all I want to say, all you men can come back now. What have we been talking about while you were away? Knitting patterns, what else?

My last post

I actually found a spare five minutes to look for my previous posting on the  subject of who we might fantasize about spanking (October 2010; have I been blogging that long!) Check it out as it's interesting to see that three of the names are the same. At least  it shows  I'm consistent!

Would of course be interested to see who you would choose

And who would you like to spank?

My recent post on Parades End and the on screen threat to spank the delicious young Valentine Wannop made my ever fecund mind start to work on the question of, when we are watching something in the cinema or on TV, who is it who tends too make our minds wander in certain well trodden directions? Who is it we would most like to divest of both panties and dignity and have as a squealing prisoner across our knee while we spanked their upturned bare bottom?

What about Carey Mulligan to start with, overwhelmingly cute yet both distinctly sexual and also just the slightest bit irritating? A good choice I would have thought.

And than of course that disturbing little minx Christina Ricci who first appeared as a child actress in the Addams Family but who has since gone on to more grown up roles which sometime call for significant economy in the clothing department. 

Imagine that quietly sullen face of hers twisted in sneery distain as you pulled her panties down in readiness. “Spank me then! See if I care.” 

But of course we’ll never know.

And completely from left field, Romola Garrai, an actress with an impressively wide range of parts from the naïve younger sister in I Capture the Castle to a Victorian prostitute in "The Crimson Petal and the White” and with a trembling sexuality all of her own. Definitely someone whose still waters run deep, and who knows how she would react to such treatment?

And I can’t resist this one, Emma Watson, AKA Hermione Granger, the little swot in Harry Potter who has grown up before our eyes from cute little muggle to a fashion icon. Sorry Emma, much as I admire so much about you, as a special treat for Ron and Harry a public OTK is what you’ve earned from being just that bit too self consciously clever.

And, going back into the past, to an icon of purring sexuality like no other before or since. The young Brigitte Bardot, the original sex kitten who slithered onto the big screen in “And God Created Woman” in 1956 and who has had no equal since. 

In that film, the Curd Jurgens character tells her that if he were her boyfriend or father he would spank her, and such a shame that he wasn’t and such a shame that he didn’t as had that happened on screen, even today it would be eclipsing all else on You Tube.

But if I were limited to just one, it would have to be that spitting snarling Spanish hellcat, the unutterably delectable Penelope Cruz, if for no other reason that simply no one is entitled to be that beautiful. A scourging bare bottomed spanking on behalf of the entire sisterhood is the least she deserves for that, and what a joy it would be to quell her squirms and wriggles of protest as her wicked bottom crimsons under your hand.

Let me add that I know I did a posting on this very subject at least a year back which I have yet to look at.. When I finally track it down it will be interesting to compare my current list with whoever I chose then!

Can anyone help?

Can any of you help me with this film still? Regular readers of this blog know my parents were film buffs which meant that at an impressionable age I got to see quite a mixture of both classic and frankly rubbish cinema, some of which had a lasting impression on my emerging sexuality. 

 I well remember a scene in one otherwise innocent film where a man under what circumstances I cannot now remember starts to demonstrate to his secretary a medieval frame to which people would have been strapped, no doubt so all sorts of painful humiliations or worse could be visited on them. He persuades her to stand up against it, then, with her bemused consent, strap by strap he fixes her to it till she is helpless. He then goes about his business, chatting away all the time, but every time he passes he kisses her, and of course she is unable to stop him. 

 Confession time! I did not know why but I found this massively arousing and my stomach went all strange and liquid inside, and when I excused myself to go to the loo, I found the gusset of my panties positively wet. 

Strange that something so apparently innocent should have such an effect but it did. No doubt it was at least partially because I was at an age when the thought of being kissed was exciting in its own right, so being tethered and helpless so you couldn’t stop any passing man from doing it was off the scale. And of course I would have been all too aware that with your arms stretched up and out as hers were, well the man could do almost anything he wanted to you.  

The above underlines what I so often say that sexual arousal is something strange and personal and something we should not try to analyse too much. And, oh yes, said she jumping from one thing to another, this did become one of my early masturbation fantasies.

The thing is, for the life of me I don’t know what the film was called. I may even be wrong and the above still from another film entirely, but if any of you do know what it is and post me answer I would be eternally grateful.

Pushing my luck!

Came across this, and immediately thought that this is what the inside of some of my regular correspondent’s head must look like.

 Apologies to you all if I’ve got it wrong!

Parades End

I don’t know if many of you have been watching Parades End on TV, a very superior costume drama based on the novels of Ford Maddox Ford (Son of Ford Maddox Brown the impressionist painter) and adapted by the simply too wonderful Tom Stoppard (I’ve seen practically every one of his plays in the West End and every one of them a total joy and a mind fuck to boot!) 

 But I digress! In the first episode one of the less sympathetic characters says of a couple of the suffragettes who invade his game of golf that they should be spanked. I thought that would be the end of such references, but I was wrong. In episode two there’s more. The love interest character, Valentine Wannop, (young, doe eyed and a strange mixture of feisty and sexually naive and wonderfully played by Adelaide Clemens) is forcibly grabbed by yet another unsympathetic character who angrily tells her he would like to smack her on her bare bottom!

Dare we hope that in episode three things will go even further and we’ll actually get to see, say, the butler exercising discipline on the downstairs maid, or the lady of the house across his Lordship’s knee?

Almost certainly not, but it does leave open a question. Is it the saintly Tom Stoppard who introduced these spanking elements or were they already in Mr Ford’s book? Either way, if Sir Tom wants to come and show me what the punishment is for bad little girls like me who draw attention to all the naughty bits in his adaptation, my door is ever open to him!

Spankogram

After that kiss, it would be reasonable to say that things started to move on a pace. Slightly drunk and more alive than I can ever remember feeling I got off his lap ready to party.

 “Well!” I called out to my assembled friends. “Isn’t some one going to get me a drink?” 

 “Err, Lucy…..” Someone muttered, “Don’t you think ……….”and pointed out what I knew anyway that my panties were half way down my thighs.


 “Oh yes!” I said brightly and stooped to pull them right off and threw them into the distance.

A roar went up and a tussle broke out as a group of the men started to fight for possession of my knickers, and simultaneously someone lowered the lights and turned up the music. 

Funny how many people, girls included, who want to dance with you when they know that underneath your shortest dress you don’t have any knickers on and you have a wild look in your eye.

In the darkness of the room I received endless offers to rub my bottom better and when the person offering was cute enough I allowed them to do so, and if having done so they wanted to give my breasts similar attention then why not?

I’d been soundly spanked on my bare bottom for being naughty, so all I was doing was squaring the circle and being as naughty as I could.

There was no sign of either John and Miranda and whether they had gone off together or separately I didn’t care. How I would feel about all this in the cold light of tomorrow I didn’t know, but right now I wanted to do was to make up for years of being too good and too well behaved. 

When Alan the Spankogram man (I finally found out his name) and I found ourselves dancing together it seemed only natural that when we were close to the door that lead to my bedroom we should slip through it and lock it behind us and start our own private party. 


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“So….?” I said an hour or so later staring at the ceiling and feeling as replete as I ever had.

To start with all niceties had been forgotten in our urgency to get at each other and rip clothes off. Subtlety could come later; what I had wanted from Alan right then was to be fucked, and fucked I was with a hungry animal intensity which was everything my body craved.

That first hunger now assuaged I was at some temporary plateau of peace and needed to talk. What the guests were up to outside I couldn’t give a damn, and if my party had turned into an orgy then that was great.

“So this is what you do for a living is it Alan? Go to parties, take nice young girls across your knee for a spanking and then fuck them afterwards?”

He gave a rueful smile and I wanted him all over again but was temporarily too exhausted. “It’s a tough job, but someone’s got to do it.” He paused then went on. “If you’re interested, fucking is not part of the job, but tonight seems to be something of an exception.” He took a draw from the cigarette we were sharing . “In fact fucking the party guests is strictly forbidden. The agency I work for is very ethical, and even though our job is to get everyone all excited and in the mood we are supposed to keep our hands our other bits well to ourselves. If you need to know, what I normally do is to have a couple of hand jobs before I set out to help reduce temptation, but tonight it didn’t work.”

I needed to know more and snuggle into him, quietly fondling his now flaccid penis in my hand. 

“So you know that it’s going to make you horny then?”

 “Of course. I’m only human.” 

 “Look, this is all new to me. You’ve no idea what a quiet and modest sex life I’ve had so far. I mean it’s true then that giving a girl a spanking does get men excited?” 

 He gave me a quiet kiss and in my hand his penis gave a little jerk. “Well sure as hell it gets me excited. There something about taking a sophisticated educated woman across your knee and telling he she’s going to have be spanked that’s a real turn on.

I can tell that some of the women really hate it and can barely pretend it’s just a big joke, but a good half of the women get turned on a well. I think it’s something to do with being reduced to no more than a naughty schoolgirl that does it.”

“How can I deny it? It certainly turned me on. Specially when you pulled my knickers down.”

He laughed. “I don’t normally do that, in fact like fucking the guests it’s an absolute No No, but I got a bit carried away. Anyway, when I report in tomorrow I’ll tell them and I’ll give my notice in. I was thinking of jacking it in anyway.” 

 “But Alan ….” 

 “It’s all right, this is not exactly my career. I’m studying to be a marine biologist and I’ve just been doing this for pin money.” 

 “But I mean, won’t you miss…?” 

 He leant over me, his eyes gleaming “Going out a couple of nights a week, identifying some poor unsuspecting girl and then taking her over my knee and spanking her? Maybe I will. To make up for it I’m just going to have to find a girl to spank somewhere else; some really naughty girl who seriously needs of regular spankings to keep her in order, but where could I possibly find a girl like that?” 

 Even as he spoke I could feel is cock beginning to swell and quiver and I twisted round and took it between my lips, then briefly released it.

“Well I know a very naughty girl called Lucy. She’s in danger of turning into an absolute slut and I think that being spanked at least three times a week is exactly what she needs.” 

 “Only three times?” He groaned as I took his rock hard length back in my mouth. “Somehow I don’t think that will be enough!”