Saturday, 12 March 2011
Spanking fetish-Moi!
Every now and then we come across a news item, a quiet family man has run amuck with a machine gun killing half the village. I'm not going to attempt any profound comment other than saying that we never ever know people, quite often don't even understand ourselves.
This applies in particular to people's fetishes which brings me to remember a man I used to know called Peter. Not a boyfriend as such, but he was quietly attractive, quite well off, and simply a fun person to go out with, and yes, when we did, more then half the time we would sleep with each other, having perfectly satisfactory sex. Nothing more than that.
Then out of the blue he had come to take me out for dinner one evening and to see a play. I was a little late getting ready and I joked that I might have to start it all over again and in the blandest possible way he said I’d only do that if I wanted to be spanked.
Nothing in his expression suggested that the remark had any significance for him and for the time being I let it go. As always we had an enjoyable evening then came back to his somewhat sybaritic flat in Chelsea and had a lovely long lingering fuck and went to sleep.
But I couldn’t let the remark go, so the next morning after we’d had coffee in bed, I casually asked him if he really would have spanked me. He avoided giving a straight answer, but wanted to know why I’d asked. ”It’s just that I’ve never been spanked before." I lied. “You know, I was just curious.”
Now where men are always at a loss is that no matter how accomplished a liar they are, their cock always tells the truth. He was uncovered when I let out my remark and instantly it cock had shot to attention, positively on fire with interest.
So I slid back into bed and while we quietly fondled each other we got into one of those gloriously arousing conversations that are almost better than sex itself.
“Tell me the truth. Come on, would you have spanked me?”
“Well you were asking for it.”
“What would you have done then? Put me across your knee?”
“Of course”
“Like a naughty little girl?”
“Exactly.”
“Would you have taken my knickers down?”
(Kissing me) “Now why do you want to know all this? I’m getting the idea that you actually want me to spank you.”
“Well as I said, I’m just curious.” (Stroking his burning cock) “I mean, I’m twenty six and never been spanked……….”
“Well suppose….”The air was now electric and our hands all over each other ”I mean, I could just give you a little spanking now, just so you could see….”
“I don’t know…. Well I suppose…just a little one….” Giggling “You won’t have to pull my knickers down as I’m naked anyway…….”
And moments later he was sitting on the end of the bed and a naked Elizabeth was over his knee acting for all the world as if this was the first time something like this had ever happened to me giving of little squeals and gasps as he gave me a series of little sharp slaps, waking my flesh up and getting me massively excited in the process.
That this was doing it for him as well was all too obvious and the speed and force of his slaps grew and grew and in a moment he was spanking me with serious conviction before he suddenly pulled me up, threw me on the bed and savagely fucked me , more aroused than I’d ever seen him.
We didn’t say too much about it, but the rest of the morning the air was alive with erotic tension and sure enough out of nowhere he found an excuse to punish me and with his foot up on a chair I was across his knee again and he was pulling my knickers down with sadistic pleasure.
A bit l later we were having an al fresco lunch at a pavement café in the Kings Road and it wasn’t long before we were at it again, barely able to keep our hands off each other and all pretence now gone. He was threatening to spank me in front of all the passers by and I was daring him to do so. He wanted to know what clothes I’d brought with me, and not finding them exciting enough announced that we were going shopping. He roared the two of us up to Peter Jones in his TVR, and while he waited outside (legal parking being impossible) I dashed round the shop buying stockings and ankle socks and a tiny pleated skirt plus some schoolgirl knickers.
And that was that. We barely left his flat till I had to go back on the Sunday night. At every opportunity he’d be dragging down my knickers and spanking me with all the enthusiasm of the new convert.
We played all sorts of fantasy games where he was a punitive father or a strict teacher after which we fucked ourselves into oblivion.
Lying on the couch after one such session he was able to tell me that he’d had a quietly simmering spanking fetish ever since he could remember but he’d been too embarrassed ever to admit it to any of his various girlfriends and had I not said what I had, it would very likely stayed hidden for good. No doubt the different girls in his life (he was unashamedly promiscuous) discovered a new side to him after that.
So as I said, you never really know people. And very much to the point, as he doesn’t know me as Elizabeth Forster, he doesn’t know and never will know that that he wasn’t giving me my first ever spanking that wonderful weekend.
This applies in particular to people's fetishes which brings me to remember a man I used to know called Peter. Not a boyfriend as such, but he was quietly attractive, quite well off, and simply a fun person to go out with, and yes, when we did, more then half the time we would sleep with each other, having perfectly satisfactory sex. Nothing more than that.
Then out of the blue he had come to take me out for dinner one evening and to see a play. I was a little late getting ready and I joked that I might have to start it all over again and in the blandest possible way he said I’d only do that if I wanted to be spanked.
Nothing in his expression suggested that the remark had any significance for him and for the time being I let it go. As always we had an enjoyable evening then came back to his somewhat sybaritic flat in Chelsea and had a lovely long lingering fuck and went to sleep.
But I couldn’t let the remark go, so the next morning after we’d had coffee in bed, I casually asked him if he really would have spanked me. He avoided giving a straight answer, but wanted to know why I’d asked. ”It’s just that I’ve never been spanked before." I lied. “You know, I was just curious.”
Now where men are always at a loss is that no matter how accomplished a liar they are, their cock always tells the truth. He was uncovered when I let out my remark and instantly it cock had shot to attention, positively on fire with interest.
So I slid back into bed and while we quietly fondled each other we got into one of those gloriously arousing conversations that are almost better than sex itself.
“Tell me the truth. Come on, would you have spanked me?”
“Well you were asking for it.”
“What would you have done then? Put me across your knee?”
“Of course”
“Like a naughty little girl?”
“Exactly.”
“Would you have taken my knickers down?”
(Kissing me) “Now why do you want to know all this? I’m getting the idea that you actually want me to spank you.”
“Well as I said, I’m just curious.” (Stroking his burning cock) “I mean, I’m twenty six and never been spanked……….”
“Well suppose….”The air was now electric and our hands all over each other ”I mean, I could just give you a little spanking now, just so you could see….”
“I don’t know…. Well I suppose…just a little one….” Giggling “You won’t have to pull my knickers down as I’m naked anyway…….”
And moments later he was sitting on the end of the bed and a naked Elizabeth was over his knee acting for all the world as if this was the first time something like this had ever happened to me giving of little squeals and gasps as he gave me a series of little sharp slaps, waking my flesh up and getting me massively excited in the process.
That this was doing it for him as well was all too obvious and the speed and force of his slaps grew and grew and in a moment he was spanking me with serious conviction before he suddenly pulled me up, threw me on the bed and savagely fucked me , more aroused than I’d ever seen him.
We didn’t say too much about it, but the rest of the morning the air was alive with erotic tension and sure enough out of nowhere he found an excuse to punish me and with his foot up on a chair I was across his knee again and he was pulling my knickers down with sadistic pleasure.
A bit l later we were having an al fresco lunch at a pavement café in the Kings Road and it wasn’t long before we were at it again, barely able to keep our hands off each other and all pretence now gone. He was threatening to spank me in front of all the passers by and I was daring him to do so. He wanted to know what clothes I’d brought with me, and not finding them exciting enough announced that we were going shopping. He roared the two of us up to Peter Jones in his TVR, and while he waited outside (legal parking being impossible) I dashed round the shop buying stockings and ankle socks and a tiny pleated skirt plus some schoolgirl knickers.
And that was that. We barely left his flat till I had to go back on the Sunday night. At every opportunity he’d be dragging down my knickers and spanking me with all the enthusiasm of the new convert.
We played all sorts of fantasy games where he was a punitive father or a strict teacher after which we fucked ourselves into oblivion.
Lying on the couch after one such session he was able to tell me that he’d had a quietly simmering spanking fetish ever since he could remember but he’d been too embarrassed ever to admit it to any of his various girlfriends and had I not said what I had, it would very likely stayed hidden for good. No doubt the different girls in his life (he was unashamedly promiscuous) discovered a new side to him after that.
So as I said, you never really know people. And very much to the point, as he doesn’t know me as Elizabeth Forster, he doesn’t know and never will know that that he wasn’t giving me my first ever spanking that wonderful weekend.
Friday, 11 March 2011
Send me your stories!
A short while ago I posted a story by Philip Kemp, Pirate Wedding, and it has occured to me that there could well be others of you out there with stories or anecdotes to share.
I have set up a temporary e mail address, moaningmary@live.co.uk, and if you would like to send me anything there I would be happy to have a look at it. My preference is for anything that is sensual and erotic, but just to be clear I have no problem with explicit but do not want anything nasty.
If you want to send images to go with it that would be fine, but do send them separately as if attached to text it is not possible to copy them on to the blog.
Naturally I cannot guarantee that I will post everything I receive it as for all sorts of reasons I might not consider it to be appropriate.
I await your material with baited breath!
I have set up a temporary e mail address, moaningmary@live.co.uk, and if you would like to send me anything there I would be happy to have a look at it. My preference is for anything that is sensual and erotic, but just to be clear I have no problem with explicit but do not want anything nasty.
If you want to send images to go with it that would be fine, but do send them separately as if attached to text it is not possible to copy them on to the blog.
Naturally I cannot guarantee that I will post everything I receive it as for all sorts of reasons I might not consider it to be appropriate.
I await your material with baited breath!
Thursday, 10 March 2011
Artist and Models revisitited
A while ago I did a posting on artists and models. Before the images I tried to create in your minds entirely fade, here is a back up tableau for you, a Parisian studio on the Left Bank with a quintessential artist finding his inspiration being shattered by his young model fussing and fidgeting instead of standing still as she should. What else should he do but take the young hussy over his knee and give her thorough spanking while his friend quietly watches in the background.
And if her flesh tones end up carmine rather than rose madder when he has finished, well it’s all her fault, and maybe she should find some way of making it up to him. I’m sure during her time with him she has leaned how to do that!
Nuns (Again!)
And let me give you a few more nuns, just for the sheer wonderful perversity if it. You know you love it when I do.
So here they are, a nun having pagan sex with a demon goat, clearly experiencing heaven on earth,
a spooky nun, naked but faceless in her revealing habit,
For these small pleasures, let the Lord be praised!
So here they are, a nun having pagan sex with a demon goat, clearly experiencing heaven on earth,
a spooky nun, naked but faceless in her revealing habit,
and lastly a nun showing that it is easier and more effective to spread the word of divine love when the pupil's knickers have been pulled down first.
For these small pleasures, let the Lord be praised!
Flexible working
At the agency they told me that there could well be a lot of positions I might be able to fill in this office.
Now I can see what they mean, but it wasn't quite what I had in mind.....
Over a chair,
Across his knee,
Across the desk,
UNDER the desk!
MUCH more fun than what I had expected! I really like it here!
Wednesday, 9 March 2011
In Flight Entertainment
Courtesy of Bellasconi Airlines, Sir. If it's not chilled enough then feel free to spank me.
Book cover
I'm posting this in somewhat of a hurry, but could not wait to share this brilliant book cover with you. I know nothing about the publication at all save that it's not difficult to work out that it's Spanish. As soon as I have a moment I'll do a bit of research.
It has all the elements that fantasy comics seem to excel in, mainlining into our slightly guilty obsessions with half naked girls in distress, bondage and sexual possession.
Enjoy!
Masturbation
I've done a couple of postings in the past on the subject of masturbation, that most secret and yet most enjoyable of pastimes, and no doubt I will again. The subject came to my attention again recently when I came across these two images, each very much on the subject but so very different from each other in so many ways.
Now of course I have to accept, as indeed does the entire sisterhood, that however duplicitous men might be, (we love you really) the one subject where there is no room for them to cheat is their orgasms. Either their sexual stopcock is open or it's not, and no amount of writhing and groaning will tell us otherwise. Sorry boys, but you can do your "When Harry met Sally" bit for all you're worth, but if it's supporting act is a limp dry willy it's not going to fool anyone.
The man here is overwhelmingly having his moment, his spurt of enjoyment jetting from him in a determined straight line, but it looks as if he has fitted his manhood with blu-ray so it operates hands free; and the look on his face is priceless. "This is nothing to do with me. I was just lying here and it just sort of happened ......"
I’m sorry to say it, but genuine or not it’s the remotest bit erotic.
The girl on the other hand may or may not be faking it, we will never know, but regardless the image is so much more satisfying, her eyes half closed and her body a plumped up cushion of billowing satisfaction as she squirms and bucks in her pleasure. I'm almost jealous of her unmitigated enjoyment in what she's doing and I'm overwhelmingly going to give her the benefit of the doubt. I say that it's definitely the real thing, and I hope for her sake that it's multiple.
Monday, 7 March 2011
Red
Not so much a symphony in red, but an erotic mystery, a story we have to tell ourselves as no one else is here to do so.
She’s dressed herself from head to toe in red, a short and clinging dress to show of the pleasurable possibilities of her elegant body and to counterpoint her black lacy stockings, red stilettos eroticising her slim legs. Even her fingernails are carmined to blend in. Red, the colour not so much of danger but of challenge and confrontation. “Je suis ici. make of me what you will.”
But she’s bound and inverted, positioned for punishment with her svelte bottom upturned so now as well as being a pert temptation it’s an invitation to be spanked. Yet even as a prisoner to punishment she’s all of a piece, her captor binding her in even more red, he or she ensuring that this moment of punitive consummation is as perfect as it can be.
What we cannot see is her mouth. Is it gagged in the same material, bound in crimson so no cry can escape her lips as her torment proceeds, forcing her to suffer in icy silence other than the spank, spank, spank on her tightly clad bottom?
A mystery indeed, and a pleasure to contemplate.
Purple
Rules are of course meant to be broken. As a rule I suspect that those of you out there who take pleasure in taking your loved one across your knee from time to time ensure the message is got across by taking her knickers down. Not only does this ensure that the bottom in question receives the full benefit of the punishment you are kind enough to give, but it also it adds that edge of pleasurable humiliation to the process. And as for me, when I am whispering to a sweet young thing across my knee that I really have no choice but to administer a little discipline, yes I to get enormous pleasure from that moment when I start to peel down their final protection.
But look at the image here. The girl’s lower cheeks are so wonderfully presented between those tight purple panties and the tops of her stockings , that it would be a shame to do anything to spoil it. Spanking that beautifully framed little bottom would be a pleasure in its own right, and no need to adjust anything. And what fun when the palette changes adding a little crimson to the mix.
But of course when that moment is reached when contrition and forgiveness meld into an exchange of kisses and fluids, time enough then to peel everything away. But take your time over it. Pleasure should never be hurried.
Saturday, 5 March 2011
Once upon a time.....
Once upon a time there was a pretty little girl who lived with her wicked step mother in a cottage far from anywhere.
Her step mother was beautiful in a strange way and loved dressing up in exotic underwear, but she was jealous of the little girl was prettier than she was so she found every excuse she could to punish her.
When she was lucky she was spanked with her knickers still on
More often with her knickers down
And sometimes even she was strapped
The girl dreamed of escaping and being in the sun and without a care in the world.
Then one day when her grandmother was asleep, the girl did escape, and as she looked back on the cottage, she thought, “No one is ever going to spank me again!”
She walked and she walked and as the evening went on she realized she was hungry, and then she saw the lights of a café. “Ahh!” She thought. “At last I can get something to eat “ Inside cafe was warm and cosy and the owner was friendly and she had a great big meal with two puddings three glasses of wine and a lot of crusty bread, but then the owner presented her with the bill
“Oh dear!” The girl said. “I’ve no money to pay!”
“No money!” The owner said, suddenly not so friendly any more. “No money!” He called over his cook and his manager and they bent the girl over the table and spanked her several times, a spanking for everything she had eaten. By the time they had finished she really regretted the three glasses of wine and two puddings!
Back out in the night the girl thought that so far she was not doing very well. She wasn’t hungry any more but her bottom was throbbing and she was getting tired and she knew she would need somewhere to sleep, so when she saw a nice looking man walking in her direction she went up and spoke to him. “Please,” She said. “I’m tired and lost and I need somewhere to sleep, then determined not to make the same mistake again said, “But I don’t have any money and I cannot pay you.” At that the man smiled the biggest smile the girl had ever seen. “You might be just what I’m looking for.” He said. “I need a girl to help me with certain things in the house, and in exchange she would be able to stay there for nothing”
“That’s wonderful!” Said the girl. “What sort of things?”
“Play with my willy.” The man said. My willy gets very miserable if it’s not played with a lot. Do you think you could do that?”
“I’ve never played with a willy before.” The girl said brightly, but I’m sure I could learn!”
And back at the man’s house the girl did her best and learned very quickly what made the mans willy happy. It was strange that what made the man’s willy happy also made them both very sticky, but he never seemed to mind and in fact the sticker they both got the more he seemed to like it.
But one day the man was in a bad mood for no reason the girl could think but he decided to blame it on her “You’ve got to be punished!” He said and grabbed hold of her. The next thing he’d got her across his knee had pulled her knickers down and was spanking her just the way her wicked step mother used to. It really hurt, and when he’d finished he still seemed to be in a bad mood and went out.
“Time to move on!” The girl thought and quickly packed her few things and off she went into the night again . But as she walked down the road , she thought about playing with the man’s willy and being spanked by him and started to get a nice warm melty feeling inside and knew that she wanted things like that to happen again, but maybe with someone else……….
Her step mother was beautiful in a strange way and loved dressing up in exotic underwear, but she was jealous of the little girl was prettier than she was so she found every excuse she could to punish her.
When she was lucky she was spanked with her knickers still on
More often with her knickers down
And sometimes even she was strapped
The girl dreamed of escaping and being in the sun and without a care in the world.
Then one day when her grandmother was asleep, the girl did escape, and as she looked back on the cottage, she thought, “No one is ever going to spank me again!”
She walked and she walked and as the evening went on she realized she was hungry, and then she saw the lights of a café. “Ahh!” She thought. “At last I can get something to eat “ Inside cafe was warm and cosy and the owner was friendly and she had a great big meal with two puddings three glasses of wine and a lot of crusty bread, but then the owner presented her with the bill
“Oh dear!” The girl said. “I’ve no money to pay!”
“No money!” The owner said, suddenly not so friendly any more. “No money!” He called over his cook and his manager and they bent the girl over the table and spanked her several times, a spanking for everything she had eaten. By the time they had finished she really regretted the three glasses of wine and two puddings!
Back out in the night the girl thought that so far she was not doing very well. She wasn’t hungry any more but her bottom was throbbing and she was getting tired and she knew she would need somewhere to sleep, so when she saw a nice looking man walking in her direction she went up and spoke to him. “Please,” She said. “I’m tired and lost and I need somewhere to sleep, then determined not to make the same mistake again said, “But I don’t have any money and I cannot pay you.” At that the man smiled the biggest smile the girl had ever seen. “You might be just what I’m looking for.” He said. “I need a girl to help me with certain things in the house, and in exchange she would be able to stay there for nothing”
“That’s wonderful!” Said the girl. “What sort of things?”
“Play with my willy.” The man said. My willy gets very miserable if it’s not played with a lot. Do you think you could do that?”
“I’ve never played with a willy before.” The girl said brightly, but I’m sure I could learn!”
And back at the man’s house the girl did her best and learned very quickly what made the mans willy happy. It was strange that what made the man’s willy happy also made them both very sticky, but he never seemed to mind and in fact the sticker they both got the more he seemed to like it.
But one day the man was in a bad mood for no reason the girl could think but he decided to blame it on her “You’ve got to be punished!” He said and grabbed hold of her. The next thing he’d got her across his knee had pulled her knickers down and was spanking her just the way her wicked step mother used to. It really hurt, and when he’d finished he still seemed to be in a bad mood and went out.
“Time to move on!” The girl thought and quickly packed her few things and off she went into the night again . But as she walked down the road , she thought about playing with the man’s willy and being spanked by him and started to get a nice warm melty feeling inside and knew that she wanted things like that to happen again, but maybe with someone else……….
My Dear!!
I’ve little doubt that the cloven and the crested amongst you looking at the image have come to a similar conclusion but in an entirely different way and reasons.
The male of the species are likely to be salivating at an unexpected opportunity of administering a pleasurable punishment . A sweet little wench strolling in a public place and making an exhibition of her young bare bottom. "Back home with me young lady so can give you a damn good spanking!”
But speaking on behalf of the female of the species, my reaction is not quite the same. Striped socks! flowery skirt! pink jumper! red hat! yellow umberella! Thank God she's left her knickers off as whatever colour material and pattern they might have been I take it for granted they would been another discordant note in her symphony of clashing garmenets Yes, this girl needs to be taught a lesson, but one in colour co-ordination!
Darling, don’t go with that nasty man who is already licking his lips at the thought of spanking that pretty little bottom of yours. Come back to my place and try some of my stuff on and we’ll see what looks good on you. I’ve got an endless choice of knickers and I’m sure we can find something that’s just right. I can see you in some of them already
Maybe to start with I can give you a nice bath with lots of perfumed oil,maybe even a glass of champagne, and if it takes a while to get you suited and it gets late, well why not stay over. My bed’s big and comfortable. Yes, there’s just the one, but that need not be a problem.
But first, well it was a bit naughty of you to show off that little bare bottom of yours to all the world, so maybe a modest spanking wouldn’t do you any harm, just a little one you understand ........
The male of the species are likely to be salivating at an unexpected opportunity of administering a pleasurable punishment . A sweet little wench strolling in a public place and making an exhibition of her young bare bottom. "Back home with me young lady so can give you a damn good spanking!”
But speaking on behalf of the female of the species, my reaction is not quite the same. Striped socks! flowery skirt! pink jumper! red hat! yellow umberella! Thank God she's left her knickers off as whatever colour material and pattern they might have been I take it for granted they would been another discordant note in her symphony of clashing garmenets Yes, this girl needs to be taught a lesson, but one in colour co-ordination!
Darling, don’t go with that nasty man who is already licking his lips at the thought of spanking that pretty little bottom of yours. Come back to my place and try some of my stuff on and we’ll see what looks good on you. I’ve got an endless choice of knickers and I’m sure we can find something that’s just right. I can see you in some of them already
Maybe to start with I can give you a nice bath with lots of perfumed oil,maybe even a glass of champagne, and if it takes a while to get you suited and it gets late, well why not stay over. My bed’s big and comfortable. Yes, there’s just the one, but that need not be a problem.
But first, well it was a bit naughty of you to show off that little bare bottom of yours to all the world, so maybe a modest spanking wouldn’t do you any harm, just a little one you understand ........
Friday, 4 March 2011
Jeans wont protect you!
As a female who likes to think she has some understanding of male sexual psychology, yes I understand that they find it hard to resist the sight of a young willowy girl in a flirty little skirt and the temptation it has to present. Just how irresistible it would be to pick up the squealing little brat, throw her across your knee, flip up the skirt in question to expose the cute little bottom barely hidden underneath and give it the spanking it’s been begging for.
And frankly why not? Life’s too short to ration the fun that’s out there to be had.
But I know that some of you using that thought process think that if you wear jeans then you will be safe from attack from your testosterone fuelled lover’s need to up end and expose. Sorry, no chance! It’s one of life mating rituals and nature will always out. Like the young lady pictured here, if your manfriend has the inclination then it’s best that you just close your eyes and think of England!
And be honest, you love it really!
Horny
Darling, if you pose yourself like this, be warned! Believe it or not there are some men who believe that girls who make an exhibition of their perfumed passageways need to be taught a lesson, the old fashioned kind that results in your being across their knee begging for forgiveness while you struggle and squeal. Be honest you’ve asked for it; some things should be hinted at, not shouted to the rooftops.
Bu there is an upside. Before it's all over it's very likely that it won't only be the stag's head that will be good and horny. If you're very lucky it will be both of you!
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