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Rope Bondage Hemp vs. MFP

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Rope Bondage - Hemp vs. MFP

Rope Bondage - Hemp vs. MFP

Malflic once again finds a reason to get out his rope bag and pseudo justify buying more new rope the he actually doesn’t need.  Still he convinces the Chesty Blonde to play along as he tried to answer the question for the ages when it comes to bondage…Hemp vs. MFP rope.  It’s more fun than science as he reviews six tied he conducted on his willing partner and the perceived differences that natural fiber rope gave him as the rigger  and the Blonde as the stunt bunny DuJour .  Over time Malflic who is only human became distracted by his sexy partner who was set on seducing him into non bondage related activies before he eventually tells of how he introduced a series of nibbles, kisses, pinches and smacks into to the process along with nipple clamps and sex toys.

Intro The Chesty Blonde

Welcome Back to Exercising My Demons.  I’m the Chesty Blonde and today not only am I the hostess of this episode but I was also the stunt bunny used in the “research portion” .

Malfic’s ask me to do a lot of different things over the years but anything that starts with the question naked or clothed before he explains what he’s planning to do still sets off more than a few  alarms.   As a matter of fact Mal has me tied to a chair right now in the name of “artistic integrity”.  On the upside he let me keep my heels on and was nice enough to close the blinds and turn up the heat in so it could be worse.   As most of you know we’re pretty “nontraditional” I’m not June Cleaver and well he’s certainly no Ward; unless Ward was a closet deviant. Around here it shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone that the topic of traditional Shibari   ties the kind Midori  Teaches are put up against the benefits of 2 Knotty Boys fusion style with bondage is just the kind of thing his dirty mind would obsess over.   Me I’d rather obsess over J.D.

Then of course there is the debate of Hemp vs. MFP rope. Which is what he tries to answer in the episode, with my help of course.  So sit back, relax, (sarcastically) assuming you’re not tied to a chair at this very moment that is.  & Let your imagination run wild and so we begin…Rope Bondage Natural Hemp vs. Synthetic MFP

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I thought of calling this “confessions of a rope addict” or of placing an ad that read “Bondage Bunnies wanted for a semi scientific rope experiment”.  After all what kind of man has his favorite rope vendor on speed dial on both his cell phones, skype and his the office desk set?

Of course with all the crazy things that have been happening to people on Craig’s list with my luck an add that read “Assortment of Stunt Bunnies wanted for semi scientific wanted for bondage story and possible pictorial” There is always the morality police or real police running a sting operation but since its wasn’t for sex and I’m sure as hell not paying someone so I can tie them up the second concern was I’d end up with a litany of responses from 450 pound cross dressers interested in suspension work which might be more of an issue because I have no interest or idea how to tie around a guys stuff even if its tucked and well I don’t do suspension work.   With that in mind I thought it best to work within the confines of the folks I know.  Enter my standard quasi interested but willing to put up with me stunt Bunny DuJour and partner the Chesty Blonde.

Like so many things in my life the latest quest started when I went off to one of my all time favorite sites on the internet, in this case it was twistedmonk.com.    So what is a rope guy with a few extra bucks in his pocket going to do…order a bunch of new rope under the guises of wanting to finally answer definitively and for all the ages the pressing question of hemp vs. mfp.

Well that and there is something about ordering a product with the name Statutory Grape that just makes me smile!  This time was going to be different, it was an experiment so why not really get wild and change a few things around so I headed toward pretty kitty pink for a bit of color diversity but sadly they were out.

So after the panic subsided and a quick call to assess the inventory situation I got a pleasant answer from the nice guy picked up the phone who said it would be a while and in my opinion potentially worse yet it might be going the way of green.  I scurried off to asses my options and settled in on what other than sex and violet, a bright, shocking, vivid color.  Perfect and I could only imagine how great it would look next to or tied around black leather.  After all I have enough black rope to last a lifetime and well I’m just not that into red even on sports cars. Now don’t get me wrong I dig red latex and that same color in lingerie is fine but when it comes to sports cars and rope…well just not my flavor.  White hemp would be unheard of and I’ve got a enough issues in life without bringing cotton or an exotic type fiber into the mix.   Besides I have enough white mfp procured over the years from the local dom depot to dock the pacific fleet.   (Clears throat) and Ahem mine isn’t all moldy from sitting outside in the rain.

Anyway

A box shows up at the house about 10 days later.  Of course I wasn’t here and I arrived home myself a few days later after an extremely long day on two overcrowded amateur traveler filled excessively late flying penis.  I walk in the door soon after sorting through the small of packages and mail that arrive for me.   There it is my box filled with new rope!   Who knew I could love a generic USPS box so much before even opening it.  I ran off to another room to tear it open and admire that wonderful color.

Well now it was officially on! Time to uncoil and get to work.

So the goal was pretty simple to do the same six ties with both kinds of rope.  Starting off with a simple body harness tied with a series of overhand knots.  Then a straight forward chest harness, and since well she is chesty and I’m especially partial to her tits in a Japanese pearl tie that I would abandon mid experiment and exchange for something all together different.    What good is rope if you can’t every so often tie someone to the bed post so why not a one column tie.  I did have a lover years ago who like to be tied to the radiator in her apartment, when it wasn’t on of course.  She never strained against the ropes but really just got off on the whole thing and her body position.  Maybe that’s a story for another time.

Being a bit of an avid reader this little experiment also gave me the perfect opportunity to put one of my new books into action and try out the consequences tie from the two knotty boys new book and then a little chair bondage because well nothing like having her on hers knees, bound to a chair and completely at my mercy.

So as she said I started with Naked or clothed?  She chose clothed to start which was a bit of a drag but gave me another goal of getting her naked throughout our little adventure.  After FINALLY getting her to go along with the plan we began.

First up, the Body Harness with hemp so while looking into her eyes I uncoiled my choice color of the moment and began running the rope through my hands to get a feel for the rope while  in an attempt to make a connection with both the fibers and my partner.   The only Naughty thing was the Chesty Blonde so it was time to start.

Finding the ends and then measuring off to center of it finally I was going to start adorning her sexy frame after entirely too much waiting.  Placing the rope with the center loop on her upper back  and the length dangling tauntingly across her tits the first overhand knot was tied just above her breasts. The second just below those luscious but still covered tits.  Then another knot at her upper stomach, mid belly, and just below the waist.

Until this point she was humoring me and I faced a decision on whether or not to tie another knot or two in strategic places as the ropes underneath her and start back up across that shapely ass that I love to smack oh so much.  You could tell she knew what I was thinking but lacking a specific opinion waited as I opted not to add the additional knots between her legs.  After all this was about the rope itself and not just adding extra stimulation to her kitty quite yet.  I did add an overhand knot at the top of her ass cheeks most to keep the ropes between together as I worked the other parts of the tie.

So up and under the loop on the back of her neck where it all started and then I started.  Around the ribcage and over her breasts, then around her torso.  With each pass the loose ropes started to ever so slowly with each pass her get tighter against her body.  Oh how I love those diamonds crisscrossing her body.  Finally tying off the realization hit me that I had no clue what to do now.  One tie down 11 more to go so after leaving things in place for just few minutes I decided to unwrap her.

Slowly untying it was time to repeat the same process with the MFP which in this case was a lovely shade of midnight blue.  It was a slight contrast against her dark t shirt but trust me is stunning against her bare skin.  Still I wasn’t able to talk her out of her clothes quite yet, it was not time to abandon hope besides this way it would offer a an equal experience to the hemp.

Front knots in place, lines run playfully over her kitty and up her curvy backside it was time to start on the front.  Up and over her chest…maybe I stopped for a moment or two to handle them a little and share a few nipple pinches.  And over and under snugging things up nicely.  Ahh not quite wrapped up and tied tight like bulging cupcakes but still damn nice. Around her torso, across her waist and then there we were tied up nice and tight.

Here’s where my science was off a little bit I was using 6mm hemp and I was using the equivalent of 8mm synthetic rope. Which translates for those of us in the states to about  5/16ths.  You know there is a difference the minute you run the ropes through your hands and the Chesty Blonde when asked said she could feel the difference on her entire body but the main thing was where the rope passed between her legs.   Made perfect sense to me but that really didn’t help determine if the material was the cause of the sensation change or if it was the thickness.

As a little princess told me once it’s not all about length, girth really does matter.  She wasn’t talking about rope necessarily  but still the analogy works, length and girth always matter.

Never one to be deterred by a little resistance or the facts I figured she’s still standing there and I’ve still got rope so why not proceed.  After talking her out of her shirt, but not her bra the tease and I continued to our old favorite the chest harness which is where it all began with rope for the two of us.

Since MFP was close by off we went with bight in the back just off center and my first pass of ropes went over the top of her breasts.  A moment later she had them cupped in her own hands and in  a way I was jealous but a decision needed to be made and there would be plenty of time for holding and fondling just a little later. Around and back under those luscious mounds again this time the top line in my pass found itself lying just under where boobs meet rib cage.  Perfect!  Now back around and again across the top with a pass, to the back now over the shoulder, mmm she does have sexy shoulders too.  A little nibble on her neck and then back down between under the top ropes and inside of her left breast passing through the rope at the bottom, giving a slight upward pull before crossing them over the previous pass and up the inside of her right tit. Over the shoulder and tied off in back.

Here are two important facts one which you probably don’t know about me and the other which is if nothing else fairly predictable.   The first is as a child is was completely  ambidextrous, sure the world tried to force me to be right handed but it never really worked and a lot of time I find myself tying things backwards.  It’s the same tie but done with the opposite hand than most people.  Sometimes things go right to left and other times things go left to right.  Shit happens and its all the same when its done but on occasion when learning knots it’s made things more challenging.   The second thing is when tying of from behind and someone starts rubbing her sexy ass into my crotch I can become distracted. Insert nibbles kisses and pinches all with me behind her.

Moving right along after a slightly drawn out untying period it was time to more onto the hemp.  This one followed the exact same process; more or less.  After all I was only human and well a little more kissing and petting was in order as I took my good old time getting things into place.  The girl knows me well and she knew if she kept rubbing her ass on my ever hardening dick sooner or later it wasn’t the ropes that would end up somewhere.

So with a still bra clad nipple pinched between each index finger and thumb. Wiggling ass thrust against my crotch I asked if she could feel the difference.  She Purred and  pressed  into me a little more.  You see this is the moment where had someone not decided to keep their shorts on it would have been game over.  Rope? What Rope?  But since she had I just took a hold of the chest harness gave it a little tug and started untying it unclipping her bar in the process.

Bare breasts, warm flesh, and I’d bet wet panties  I turned her to face me, pulled her close and slowly assed every single inch of that rope over her body as I found the middle again and decided to take a slightly different path than I had intended heading into the corselet tie.  There’s a great video on the two knotty boys site showing how it’s done and it’s also in their second book.  Three things I learned on this one.  First 6mm was way too thin to have the visual effect I wanted both in the wraps around her torso and in the knot above the those beautiful breast and glistening nipples.  Which leads me to my second point; there is something really special about mixing one moaning sex pot, the smell of hemp rope, and an erect nipple between your teeth that you just might be flicking with your tongue the same time.

Hardcore bondage this was not, damn hot foreplay however is always fine by me so with the two of us lingering with this tie on while we distracted each other just a little eventually I decided it was time for the current set of strings to come off and after admiring the beautiful lines they had left on her skin I went digging into the rope bag for a niche big thick long piece of white mfp.  I how think?  Well I don’t know for sure.  Let’s just say I went back the afore mentioned princess’ comment about girth and this one was damn thick.

Off I went again mixing my tying with fondling, nibbling and pinching at one point having her hold the ropes in her teeth while helping a few parts of her anatomy with my hands and mouth before finishing up the tie.   I did get lazy for a second tying an over hand knot at the top of her breasts but quickly undid it and went to the double coin knot to finish up.

Leaving everything in place I helped her out of her shorts as she moved her hips from side to side but left a pair of thin powder blue string bikini panties on her.  After all this was to answer an important question and I had so much more planned.  So on to the consequences tie which frankly I had never done before.  In no way am I an innovator so I studied hard before trying this one and while not everything was as neat and perfect as I imagined going in it worked just fine and my natural inclination to swat her on the ass added a little extra dimension to it.  With everything in place and the Blonde at this point well bound I decided to give her a smack or two, each time she moved her legs it added or released the tension on the rope that was run right between the center of her legs.  It gave me the idea to use this on someone during a long spanking at some point to see how it worked.  Volunteers are welcome! The Blonde isn’t the type to ever tell my “hey come here and smack my ass a little extra would you”  not that she needs to either that part of her gets plenty of attention from me both wicked and very nice.

With a little pink in her cheeks, a  moist rope on her clit and parting her lips I just enjoyed the site for a few minutes before removing the ropes.  At this point science was about to be abandoned and I was about to move on to more carnal desires but with so much rope on hand no need to leave it out.

So a few moments later my partner found herself on her knees on a very solid chair with nice thick arms.     Almost there so binding her legs at the knee on each side of the chair with lower back arched so beautifully, ass pushed out I took a moment to add a modified single column tie to bound both of her arms to the corresponding chair arm.  Then tie off the still on corselet on her upper body I tied above and below the double coin knot to keep her upper body downward.  Was it tecxt book, nope.  But it did what I needed safely and securely Now came a little play time.  Those lovely d cups just hanging there looked like they were begging for a set of tight clamps that were met with a little whimper and then a series of moans as I continued to toy with them.

Add some teasing with a vibe over the panties but all over her clit had her ass wiggling as I stood to the side and watch playing with varying amounts of pressure and toy speed getting her so far along before taking it away and adding a few crisp smacks.    Then beginning again, tied and teased would be a very fitting description but she didn’t seem to mind “suffering”.

One shouldn’t play with rope without a set of EMT shears near by and we observed that rule.  You never know when you might need to cut your partner loose suddenly.  They also come in very handy for putting a little cold metal against nice warm red skin and eventually nipping a little hole in the back of her panties to allow access to whatever might suit your purpose at that moment.

As each little snip happened one after another eventually leaving her fully exposed to me  all other resolve was lost.  The rest I’ll leave to your imagination because neither of us or our toy bags are telling.

Outro   The Chesty Blonde

Well hello again!  I’d have been back sooner but I’m still a little tied up.  I’m not sure we’ve answered anything but it sure was fun trying.   Like what you’ve heard ?  Well then be sure to subscribe.  We’re in all your favorite podcast directories and even in the podcast section of I tunes under  Malflic.  Then run off hurry up and tell all your kinky friends about us too!   Have an idea or opinion drop us a line at show at malflic.com.

As always thanks for listening to Exercising my demons and until next time have fun being sexy & adventurous. I’m off to wiggle loose so I can stop him from putting suspension hardware in our bedroom Ceiling. This Chesty Blonde has no intention of flying!

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A Kinkster's Christmas List

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Well ladies and Gentlemen it’s the time of year where wish lists are filled out, items are hoped for and good little boys and girls wait in gleeful anticipation. Being of a some what twisted mindset and sick of all the Nilla stuff floating through the air I’ve decided to produce my own little Kinky holiday shopping promotion. As my standard disclaimer I’m not associated with any of these sites or companies and don’t get a dime but have done business with them, have used their products or had friend raving about their stuff some where along the way.

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Are you a Bad girl or good girl who wants to be treated like bad girl? Then feel welcome to line up right here. I’ll be more than happy to help you out in just a few minutes. With all the great things and lists what do you get a favorite Kinkster who seemingly has everything and is asking for nothing? Well nothing in the you gan go buy it a mall sense of the word. Here’s a few of my favorites, just keep in mind some of these presents may be put to good use on you depending on the side of the equation you participate in.

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Starting off with a classic in a color that I just love to say! Nothing says ties me up and do all those wonderful wicked things to me like Hemp rope in Statutory Grape from Twisted Monk. For the socially conscious it is fair trade, organic and treated with allergen and animal free oils.

I like the 6mm but it comes in 4mm and 8mm. Also the site offers great free online videos to get you started.

Speaking of classic nothing is more classic than a good old fashioned spanking! So if you’re tired of perving up house hold items, have bought all the decent wood out of the local dom depot, had every wooden spoon in the neighborhood including those nice thick ones from pampered chef broken while being vigorously applied or were saddened by the fact Cracker Barrel isn’t offering the same paddle that it use to then here are a few options.

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For devotees of sting try the London Tanners Junior Spanking Paddle 15 Inches Long (yeah I know ladies you’ve heard that line before haven’t you?) in this case there’s real nine inches left for you after the 6 for the handle. At 3 inches wide it will provide enough bite and coverage. The holes always add to the the visual intimidation factor. One Subbie friend loves to find herself squirming and stinging at the end of a long OTK session. Sadly most of us never quite believe she’s going to be a good girl and decide to finish her off with a little wood.

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You can find this wicked tool of the trade at paddleyourdrawers.com under smackers. I’ve been told the paddle lives up to its billing as stingy thud. Three colors to choose from, 1/2” thick, 2.5” wide and 18” long and perfect for the naughty school girl scene. I Forgot to mention its only $15.00
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So speaking of school girls. Oh Sure you can ditch the kids, get in the minivan, trot down to the the local catholic uniform supply store and buy the real thing in a variety of colors and style but keep in mind to show off that sexy ass you’ll need to tailor the hell out of it and the old lady working behind the counter will be nervously fondling her rosary as you strut through the store in those dangerously high stripper heels deciding which plaid looks best on you or you can go to all places Ebay and find this little number brand new in a variety of sizes for under $20.00 and it includes free shipping and no sales tax in most cases.

http://stores.ebay.com/DWCStore

Since you’re playing those school scenes out why not work on a little new knowledge or at least a few new Ideas the Two Knotty Boys first book “Showing You the Ropes”. Oh so you own that one already. Most good rope folks do but the a nice IOU for their second book “Back on the Ropes”

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Speaking of rope do you still need a few more ideas. Lately I’ve been seeing and hearing more about Rainbow Rope and admittedly a large percentage of my MFP is from them. I really dig the flat MFP for corsets and gauntlet work although a little chair bondage thrown in for good measure isn’t so bad either. They will cut to order the length (at no extra charge last time I ordered from them) My only other advice on this one is that if you’re the type of person who can’t decide which color shirt to wear or buy then their color selection might be a bit over whelming.  (12/8/08 Note that since I posted this originally there have been a few threads on fetlife.com with several folks talking about shipping and customer service issues dating back to early fall.   While its not been my experience them there has been enough noise that I felt this additional caution necessary)

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So Let’s see Rope, Implements, Books, Play Clothes, and a little more rope. What else is there Shibaricon that’s what. The perfect gift for every experienced and budding rigger. I’m not sure if its new this year or not but you can buy another persons registration as a gift! The early reg fee is only $155 (accommodations is not included but the block room rate is $109 a night and its a great hotel…I’ve stayed there a lot over the years)

And sooner or later all of this will get you whipped up into a frenzy and if that’s the case you might need a whip or flogger. MT Leather has some great stuff and I can’t recommend just one thing since their choices range from from cow to bull, to Horse Hair, Elk, and rubber which is exactly what I was looking for on the day I met Tim a few years back at an event. Sadly he didn’t have any then.

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He did show me the Dragon’s tail and snapped it on his own arm leaving an impressive welt. In addition to it all he’s a really cool guy who loves what he’s doing.

Well that concludes my Kinkster Christmas list for this year. Now where in the world are are the naughty ladies?

The Final Tease

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The Final Tease

Well it’s Monday May 19th. So Fucking what you ask?

Well I’ve been tempting, promising and teasing many of my sexually aware and Kinky friends with the upcoming second installment of Kink Week. Well here’s a little audio to get you ready for this Friday when the real event begins. Nearly six months of writing, pondering and perfecting really hot stories. This time we will not only be going on a little Bondage, spanko, and BDSM adventure but will walk into the arena of multiple partners, chest play, and Sex in public places with a good dose of humor thrown in every morning.

Since Audio is my new obsession I’ve added a few guest voices.

Some of them you probably know like my very own Chesty Blonde. Not surprising right?

OK Good Point What about having the talented and so very sexy Naked Nurse join in the fun to read you a bedtime story. If you don’t know her you should!

Then add a not so submissive type and good friend of ours Victoria Christiansen. Domme, Bottom, or Switch. I’ve known her for years now and still can’t define but she is a damn fun and sultry girl.

Finally to bring a little authentic English Flavor to the entire event we’ve convinced our good friend “the Key Limey” to play along as well for your listening pleasure.

What do you need to do?

Not much for the written pieces subscribe to the blog so you won’t miss a single installment.

Wanna hear the ladies? Who can Blame you after all that’s why they are all here the audio will be included in the written posts but you can also subscribe to them for free in your favorite pod catcher or iTunes.

One More thing if you haven’t added my backup account on myspace now might be a really good time to do that just incase the thought police drop by. And if I disappear into the night you can find ma and everything that went away on Malflic.com

And Finally how can you help?

Spread the word, tell your sexy and kinky friends where to find us,

Subscribe and dig when you see fit

And last but not least start thinking about how you’re going to join the readers play along midday

Getting to Know Your Temptress

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Getting to Know Your Temptress by Malflic featuring the Chesty Blonde

With all the insanity and recording for kink week and finalizing the lay out for the updated malflic.com It’s been a while since I’ve posted and this little conversation is about two weeks over due. It is simply Malflic and the very sexy Chesty Blonde having a playful and harmless chat in a get to know session.

Ironically it is the first time that the two have recorded in the same room at the same time, well other than that video camera incident years ago. (just kidding don’t go looking for it on U tube)

As always the entire collection podcasts can be found at malflic.libsyn.com and is also listed in iTunes under podcasts and of course it’s free! (Not only am I easy but I’m also cheap)

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A Surrender, Part 3 – Mistress returns

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By request and due to their over all popularity part 3 of a female dominate series of stories for all you male subs, female tops and switches out there. Of course you can read the first 2 installments but just to bring you up to speed.

A very thoroughly spanked male sub waits naked and still in position from his last punishment for his Mistress to return and administer his next session of the evening. The promise of anything but another spanking on his red and bruised bottom would be a reprieve even if it includes more wicked little devices and cruel attention to his nether region.

Waiting his bared bottom still flushed and the dark shades of purple becoming more evident every few minutes he stood there. She had spanked him before but never as hard or as long as what he had just gotten. Two clamps on his balls left him some where between tortured and excited and the cold lube on the plug in his ass had warmed and only added to the sensations he was feeling.

 

The pain danced with pleasure as he took pride in how he had handled his punishment, but pride was a foolish thing for a slave, and especially foolish knowing that there was more to come.

 

Her foot steps on the stairs echoed. His throbbing bottom waiting for her in plain view as she entered the room, she drank it in and just couldn’t help herself. She walked over and patted it a few times, he tensed as even the slightest little smack sent new levels of pain coursing though his body.

 

“I see you stayed just like I left you.” Her mind still spinning in indecision, he waited for her hoping she wasn’t going to do what he was anticipating.

 

“But first we’ll start with just a little reminder, just so you don’t forget what you’ve already learned.” Her voice confirmed everything he feared and as the leather slapper met his bottom he fought through the sting “yes Mistress”. She spanked every so lightly but it didn’t feel that way on the receiving end. Her cruel little reminder left him dancing and struggling to stay in place as she swatted one cheek and then the other slowly and deliberately with a sense of enjoyment and satisfaction.

 

Soon her interest waned and she removed the plug and clamps all but unannounced. “Kneel, and lick my boots” he stood and turned around to see her waiting in shiny black boots, a latex corset and panties matching panties. Seconds later all but threw himself at her feet just relieved that she was moving onto something else.

 

“Oh you didn’t think it was going to be that easy did you” she inquired

 

“No Mistress” he said pausing.

 

“Good now don’t miss a spot” as she danced a flogger across his back. Whipping him at will as he knelt at her feet. Every so often she was tempted to land it a little lower and as his back glowed a soft pink and red she reached further and place a hard stoke across his ass. He paused. She gave him another that sent him in to writhing misery. “who said you could stop pig.” She demanded, as she continued to abuse his bruised and tender bottom with her flogger.

 

“Please Mistress” he pleaded looking up at her. She was so arousing to him even now.

 

Knowing he was at his limit “Fine so maybe your poor little bottom has had enough for a while. Stand up”

 

He did so quickly. “I see you’re enjoying this so lets see how your hard little dick likes what you’ve just earned it.” She said grabbing him roughly by his manhood that was in fact was from small and instantly grew completely rigid with her touch.

 

“Trust me this won’t feel good for long” Stroking him, teasing him, and making certain he was enjoying it at least a little. Next she wrapped the thin rope over the base of his dick tightly, wrapping each of his balls until they were separated and bulging against each of the tight little loops of ropes making that made the restraints.

 

She then took a small leather strap in one hand and the base of his erection in the other. A soft slap across the top of his penis, and then another until she got to 10 each a little harder than the last. “now for the under side holding it up she whipped the underside of his dick’s head 10 times each strokes sending a mixture of pain and pleasure racing through his body.

 

“Now let’s add a little something to the fun” placing leather restraints around his wrists and ankles and fasting him tightly in place he stood waiting for her to begin again and she tortured his cock first the top side top and then bottom mercilessly whipping him with the strap paying particular attention to the fat mushroom shaped tip. Then a light but stinging beating with a wooden ruler covering the tip of his dick with extra care and precision that left him moaning and on the edge of an indescribable sensation, stopping ever so often to taunt him with long strokes of her hand, masturbating him to the point of pleasure but never too close to release and then inflicting more pain.

 

 

Clamping his nipples she added small weights drawing the pinch to a pulling bite, tugging and then letting them hang there pulling relentlessly against him. Reaching and squeezing and patting his still glowing bare ass and finally unbinding his cock and balls.

 

“Look your little balls feel neglected as she pulled out a latex flogger and began to address the neglect. He writhed in torment and she delighted not only in his suffering binding his still obvious erection to his torso to keep it stimulated and out of the way when she cupped his ball flogging first with a leather toy and then a wicked little latex implement with countless soft and thin strands stinging and going astray. He moaned and drew inside of himself as she continued.

 

Removing her black panties he watched as she revealed a cleanly shaved pussy that glistened with her arousal. Then releasing him he followed he across the room and placed his head between her legs sending a shudder through her soaked pussy as his tongue danced over her lips and in and out of her.

 

Taking him in hand and positioning him between her legs she tapped his abused little cock against her clit over and over again to the edge of her own second release and well into to it as he stood and watched his mistress cum.

 

“ Do you want to fuck me” she asked.

 

“Yes Mistress” His answer almost too eager.

 

“In time but not before I finish fucking you” Now standing in front of him she helped him to his knees and he looked on while his mistress placed he harness around her small waist and long toned legs. Reaching into the toy chest she removed a pink dildo that he had never seen before, it was longer and thicker than any they had ever played. Astonished as she strapped it on her intention was now perfectly clear as she moved towards him the size and girth becoming even more worrisome as she drew closer.

 

She stopped in front of where he was kneeling. Eagerly and hoping to avoid the alternative took it into his mouth as his lips stretched to swallow it. “Nice try but you know exactly where it’s going” As she stepped back and now behind him his red and purple bottom in the air waiting she eased the heavily lubed massive toy into him and back out again until a nice rhythm of her hips bouncing off his beat red ass had been established, adding the occasional hard spank to his punished bottom for added effect.

 

 

After thoroughly and savagely fucking his ass she mounted him and his raw dick fucking roughly until she came again and again, finally giving him permission to do the same he did so almost instantly and forcefully from all the stimulation over the course of the evening.

 

“ left something outside the door could you get it for me?”

He answered and opened the door to find the switches she had cut earlier waiting for him. He carried them to her and bent back over the spanking bench. His heart sank again. “Oh I was just bringing those along for another time but if you really need another reminder I’d be happy to help.” The first one cut across his back side, every muscle in his body tensed and he fought to stay in position. She continued on with well placed strokes and long pauses, enjoying the sound of the implement swooshing through the air and then sending a crack out through the room as it landed. How he tensed and pleaded for it to be over yet he stayed in position and waited, waited for it to end, waited for her to apply another stinging swat . Hewaited to knowing that he would do anything else she wanted.

 

What she wanted was his fat sore cock inside of her…but that could wait just a few more minutes.

A Surrender, Part 2 – Later that night

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By request and due to their over all popularity part 2 of a female dominate series of stories for all you male subs, female tops and switches out there. This one crosses from spanko to bdsm so like the character in the story…you’ve been warned.

After visiting for hours during what she considered to be a pleasant evening the time came to take their leave and quickly her role as guest and friend faded and once alone in the car she became his mistress instantly. But other than the change in her demeanor not much was said until after their garage door began to open and the car made its way into the drive way.

“Take care of any needs you’ll have since we’ll be there for a while and then meet me in “the room” Her voice matter of fact. As the garage door closed he scurried off quickly and relieved himself. After hurrying back through the house he descended the stairs to basement and found himself in the hallway that lead to as she matter of factly put it “the room” and no sooner than he entered it her gaze was waiting. He entered, stopped at her feet, kneeled down with his eyes cast to the floor and waited to be told what to do.

“Why are you here?” her inquiry directed at him.

“To serve you Mistress” his best submissive voice

“No to be punished and prove you’re not my worthless little slave” her voice harsh

“Yes Mistress” he looked up meekly with out lifting his head.

“We’ll begin again where we left off, with your pathetic little ass” Grabbing his arm and leading him to a bench that he knew all too well the meaning of. As he approached his already tender bottom reminded him of earlier when he had been whipped with a belt and then she finished spanking his bare bottom with freshly cut switches.

Waiting for instructions he stood where she left him in front of a spanking bench that it was only a matter of time before she bent him over.

“lets see what should I used first.” Now toying with him he watched her go through an extensive collection of paddles one by one looking at each and deciding whether or not it would have the right effect.

“I think this one to start” as she pulled out a very stingy thing round wooden number that she knew always got is attention on a lily white ass so it should work quickly tonight on one that had already been thoroughly punished and then a wide thick leather number to follow up with.

“Are you ready to begin” she asked walking toward him an implement in each hand.

“Yes Mistress”

“Then you know what to do, strip and then I’ll help you into position” She watched as he removed every stitch of clothed lastly his boxers that covered a well marked and still lightly colored bottom.

Standing in front of the bench waiting, slightly aroused by what was about to happen.

“Ask me” she insisted.

“Mistress will you please punish me” he said, he hated to ask yet she loved to humiliate him and to hear him ask.

“How would you like to be punished” playing back knowing that she could twist any answer to be right or wrong.

“As you see fit Mistress” He answered. She smiled a pleased but wicked little smile. It seemed that he had learned something along the way but that wasn’t going to spare him a single lick tonight.

Her hand swatted his bottom sharply and he winced. Then she proceeded to bend him over to begin his spanking. Positioning him just, bent at the waist, legs spread she patted him firmly a few more times to be certain he was set perfectly and admiring in detail her earlier handiwork. Tracing the welts, studying a few small bruises on his waiting bare bottom she had every intention of torturing far more before moving onto other things.

He waited patiently on display as her hands caressed and patted, it was a mixture of teasing pleasure that was exiting him despite what was yet to come, a remaindered of the earlier session and a seemingly eternal wait for her to begin again.

“Time for your paddling” she said stepping back and picking up the thin wooden ping pong paddle. Crack, the sound of it impacting his back side filled the room and the sting of the first swat alone brought back the sensations that had faded sine his earlier discipline. After two more in the exact same spot she switched sides swatting the same spot crisply three times and then launched an attacked on his all ready tomented ass that left his butt stinging like a swarm of bees and him dancing in place over the spanking bench, cheeks clenched to lessen the sting and hand clenched to hold himself in place.

She was relentless and after every inch of his bottom was covered in fresh spanks she began again until he was a glowing shade of crimson. Finally pausing.

“Now that you’re warmed up a little let’s make sure that you understand what I’m going to do to you” She said

“yes mistress” The leather paddle came down hard across his sit spot on both cheeks after he answered.

“I’m going to finish beating your naughty bottom” she paused

“Yes mistress” another swat harder than the last set his backside even more ablaze

“Yes Mistress what?” He saw where this was going, as the full effect of the last one settled in.

“Yes Mistress you’re going to finish beating my naughty bottom” Another crack filled the room.

“That’s right and how did you say that I should punish you” she asked paddling him again. He paused to collect his breath but it took too long in her mind and she swatted him again.

“ I asked you to punish me as you see fit. Mistress” he answered. She was bored and was done toying with him.

And swatted him again, as that one set in she gave him another, and then another until 10 hard swats each with an long drawn out pause. He heard he heels on the concrete as she walked away. The sound of the toy closet opening was unmistakable and moment latter she returned with a 4 in wide wooden paddle.

“Count them” She ordered as he tensed not knowing what was coming. The first one made it obvious.

He gasped, and called out “One Mistress”

“the number will be fine for this part but if you move we start over at one” She reassured him and before he could answer then next swat arrived on his bottom that had already been taken from tender to sore and was well on it’s way past red to a lasting deep shade of excruciating purple.

“Two” he called out after winging and shifting about ever so slightly

“Three” he said forcing the breath from his lungs and hoping it would stop soon

The fourth he called out after a short rest and it had landed on his sit spot yet again fulfilling her earlier promise that he would want to spend the next week trying to stand.

Five, six, seven, and eight each left him counting the number and on the edge of begging for her mercy, pleading with her not to stop but to move on to something else. He resisted and did his best as she finished his spanking with another harsh smack as he called out 12 nearly under his breath.

“now I’m almost done with your naughty ass but not with the rest of you” Her tone making it all to clear his ordeal was far from over.

At first it was cold, and wet but he resisted the urge to fight and held on as his butt was plugged without warning with a small toy and an inordinate amount of lube. Next still bent over his backside not only thoroughly abused but now filled she moved onto his balls placing two small clamps on them.

“There that should give you something to think about” she said her hand smacking his fiery hot bottom a few times for good measure. She delighted as how he struggled to obey and took all of the pain she inflicted o willingly but what pleased her most was feeling him surrender in those last few spanks to what ever she truly wanted as he collapsed on to the bench in earnest.

“now I know that you know no to move, those clamps and that plug had better still be in place when I return.” She said sitting the wooden paddle on his back as a reminder.

“Yes Mistress” his voice accepting that the night had only just begun

His Mistress took her leave her heels clicked across the concrete and up the stairs as he remained in position, raw, bruised and spread by her toy that filled him, and two new devices pinching his balls. He was left wondering what was next and how much more there was to come.

A Surrender, Part 1 The beginning

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By request and due to their over all popularity another female dominateseries of stories for all you male subs, female tops and switches out there. This one crosses from spanko to bdsm so like the character in the story…you’ve been warned.

There was no doubt he was going to be punished it was something that he had earned in his mistress’s eyes. At times he craved the attention, the release and the surrender to every wicked little whim and desire, now was one of those times as he played mischievously disobeying instructions and lessons that had long ago been learned. It was the little things that he knew got to her. They were things no one else would even notice or think twice about. But she certainly did and the look before she even opened her mouth said it all.

 

“You’ve been warned” she whispered to him. He knew what that meant and then turning to her hosts and friends a few minutes later.

 

“If you’ll excuse us for a few minutes we have some things to attend to and a few errands to run if you don’t mind.” This was news to him but as pleasantries and assurances that they’d be back shortly were exchanged, she headed for the door and he followed.

 

As the car door closed and the engine started her pleasant tone changed now that they were alone. “I am going to beat your little ass so red you’ll spend the rest of the evening standing and the remainder of the week trying not to sit down”

 

He knew she was serious but surely they weren’t going to drive 45 minutes across town to home. Sitting silently she drove a little further out, pulled down a few back roads and with nothing in sight but country side and hills stopped the car 5 minutes from where they had just been.

 

“Get out and follow me” she lead him though a patch of trees and evergreens, surveyed the surroundings, listened to make sure nothing seemed to be with in earshot, and instructed him. “Give me your belt and a bare bottom right now or it will only be worse!” He knew she wasn’t playing and with a swift motion his belt was unbuckled, out of the loops and placed in her hand. Almost as quickly as she folded it in half his pants were lowered and he began to bend over.

 

Nothing was said. He settled into position and the few seconds that did pass seemed like an eternity before she laid that first biting smack that swooshed through the air onto his backside. She whipped the thick brown leather belt with relentless precision and a no nonsense pace across his bare ass over and over, turning his white cheeks to a fiery stinging red almost instantly.

 

He struggled to stay in position hands on his knees and bottom pushed outward towards her as the speed and intensity continued on. Each stroke stinging more than the last, the pain grew even more intensely building upon itself as the punishment continued on for nearly 5 minutes.

 

She spoke, the pause was welcomed. “I hope you know this is just the beginning of what you’re going to suffer for your behavior.”

 

“Yes Mistress” he answered not knowing at all what she had planned.

 

Five more lashes with the belt to refresh his memory left him uncertain.

 

“Don’t you dare move.”

 

He didn’t as he heard her footsteps move away from him. He could hear her off in the distance. Not sure if she had returned to the car, or wanted a few minutes to collect herself. But suddenly he could hear her approaching again.

 

I’ve decided to make the most of our little start and finish this part of your punishment with something new. He heard it cut through the air, and cut it would as she swung the switches she had collected so he could hear them before being beat with them.

 

The first bit into his already sore bottom with an searing intensity. Each of the strokes made her displeasure more apparent. There was nothing but the sound of the implement going though the air and then impacting his backside with intention and force. Marks from the branches began to rise and she had just started. After breaking position ever so slightly his admonishment was “Oh so you still haven’t learned to obey, Maybe something thicker will help your naughty ass learn to stay in place.

 

Pausing only long enough to pick up another more menacing and painful stick and beginning again by more marks over his red bottom that had been more than covered with welts on top of growing welts from the back top of his thighs, to the core of his now exhausted and pain filled being through a thoroughly disciplined butt.

 

“That should make you a good boy for the rest of our outing. But don’t forget you still have more coming when we get home later.” She said stopping to look at her work in a dark crimson, her long nails tracing the lines across his bottom. He waiting and she swatted him with her hand, almost playfully.

 

Wincing and tensing again she took the opportunity to place a few firm hand spank on his hot cheeks. “ Not stand up” He did, pants still around his ankles waiting to be told he could get dressed again.

 

She looked at him.

 

“Thank you Mistress for correcting me. I am sorry I disappointed you.” He offered.

 

“No you’re not, you wanted punished. So just you wait.”

 

Moments later he was allowed to redress and found himself sitting gingerly in the car riding back to her friends.

 

True to her word, he wanted to stand but being wicked she asked him to sit next to her on a wooden bench. The evening wore on and all the while he wondered what else she had in store when they got home.

Through the Walls

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It’s been a while since I’ve penned a pure spanko story so here it goes.  I got the idea while out on a run yesterday through a new neighborhood a few down from mine. Tradesman talked and hammered inside a newly constructed home I was passing.  The homes were so close, perhaps 12 feet apart it made me wonder what else could be heard through the walls. Is it still called voyeurism if you can only hear it and not see it or is it simply eavesdropping?   

 

The Chesty Blonde Provides the intro and outro in the audio version which can be found at malflic.libsyn.com

 

 

It was an unseasonably warm Saturday afternoon and John decided to spend a little time outside, just puttering mostly with this and with that but nothing in particular.  After all there weren’t many warm sunny days in the middle of winter and even though the holiday decorations had been long since put away still the tepid breeze gave the illusion that spring time might be just around the corner if not already upon him.

 

Winter was an odd time and the normally bustling neighborhood became dormant, no one out chatting on the side walk.  No kids in the streets, BBQ’s, over the fence conversations, or hours spent in the sun tending to lawns and gardens in a endless battle against nature and man to have the best coiffed patch of suburbia.

 

Every one pretty much knew everyone else but winter was reduced to waving from cars and even the dogs ran back in when let out as quickly as possible to avoid the cold.  There was one exception, John’s new neighbors who moved in late last fall just as the weather turned.  Sure he had done the neighborly thing and introduced himself but shortly after that the first cold snap started.  Standing at the back corned of the house puttering with the down spout he heard a faint crack come from his new neighbors’ house.

 

Thinking nothing of it he continued to while away his time.  Dressed in her little school girl out fit complete with scuffed shoes and a wrinkled un-tucked blouse and an indecently short plaid skirt that didn’t even completely cover her panties Lisa made her way to the living room and the closed shades tightly.  Passing past the table that loomed ominously in the center of the dining room she peeked out into the yard and saw John by the back corner of the house.  Fortunately he didn’t see her as she drew the thick drapes and sheers so tightly that the light of day had vanished leaving the room in an odd dark state for a moment.  

 

John still unaware in his quiet suburban Hamlet tending to the things he perhaps loved but certainly occupied his time with.  Other things were a foot and had yet to start in earnest when he heard Dave’s voice stern and slightly elevated through the wall “You had better get your nose in that corner young lady”  the chandelier now ablaze  compensating more than adequately for the eclipsed sun. 

 

John knew what he thought he heard.  When the thought dawned on him that he knew for a fact that Dave and Lisa didn’t have any children.  Perhaps his old ears were not what they once were.  Still he lingered near the back corner his house, not really knowing why, then again he was out side puttering just to putter so why not stay where he was and fix the edging, think about the upcoming planting. 

 

Lisa at that very moment was just inside her home’s walls was pressing her nose and perky little chest into the corner that 5 feet or so on the other side of the same corner her unsuspecting neighbor studied his landscaping. Dave was opening the Armoire and the squeak of the hinges made Lisa’s heart jump as she began to worry about exactly what her was moving from it. She could hear him placing an assortment of things on the buffet.

 

“Stick that little ass out”  Dave instructed walking towards her.  Crack, his hand landed on one cheek and then the other.  Then a few more, John’s ears perked up.  And Dave’s voice rang through clear as a bell.  “I’m going to beat that little ass of yours bright red.  Do you understand?”

 

Lisa answered even more clearly, “Yes sir”.  He smacked each of her cheeks soundly with his hand a few more times just to let a little sting start to build.  John was certain of what he was hearing. He inched away from his garden and toward their walls, he couldn’t believe his ears.

 

“Now say it”  Dave asked.

 

Lisa, still with her nose and tits pressed in the cornered and her cheeks the slightest shade of pink under her panties pleaded playfully.  “Don’t make me ask.”

 

Dave’s eyes narrowed “I asked you to say it. Don’t make me ask again” Pausing, picking up a leather paddle and cracking it just hard enough on his own leg to get her attention.

 

Lisa still playing “Can’t you just do it.  I don’t want to say it.” 

 

Dave grabbed her by the waist pulling her bottom out ward immediately after she finished and landed the long leather paddle across her in quick succession five times. 

“So you want to be defiant today young lady!” He added as he paused.

 

John listening intently still couldn’t believe his ears, he forgot that it was a warm winter day with the sun on his face.  He forgot that he was holding a flat spade to fix his edging and in drinking the sounds of his new neighbors forgot that a few seconds earlier he was worried about one of their welfare when he heard Lisa giggle.

 

“of course, That’s half the fun.” She added in a tone that he at first wasn’t certain of. And then after hearing five more cracks of the paddle.  

“Well?” Dave asked

 

Lisa off balance, still more or less tucked into the corner, hands out against the wall with her stinging butt pulled out toward the room giggled.  Dave waited and then swatted her again, she laughed and then once more the paddle cried out “CRACK” as it landed over the shirt tails, skirt and panties.

 

“Fine” she put on her playful pouty little voice “I’ll say it, you know that I hate when you make me say it”.  John focusing waiting with great anticipation to hear what she said as Lisa looked back at Dave and with a grin “I’m ready for you to spank me!”  

 

Dave replied “why?”

 

No sooner than the words sank into John’s head, making certain that he was hearing what her thought he was hearing wondering what he should do, notify the authorities, ring the door bell to see if she’s alright but just then she added quite loudly, dropping the pout “Because I love it, I want you to bend me over, pull down my panties, and spank my naughty bare ass bright red.”  Her arousal growing as the words escaped her lips.

 

“Oh so you want to be spanked?”  Dave inquired?

 

“Yes, do you know how I want it?” she toyed back now pressed into the corner.  John drifting ever closed to his neighbor’s walls to make certain he didn’t miss a word.  Had he moved that way much more his ear might have been pressed against their wall barely inches from her nose. 

 

“Bend over the table” Dave said leading her to the table and positioning her bottom in plain view her crest pressed into the surface arms reaching out to grab the edges.  John imagined the scene in his own way, slightly different but with the same end result. 

 

 

Dave lifted her skirt, and patted her playfully. 

 

“Not over them”  She said “Pull them down and spank my bare bottom” Wiggling her slightly pink cheeks at him and he lowered them and applied a wooden spoon covering every inch of her bottom.  John listened to each and every rapid fire sound and delighted murmur still imagining what was going on and not knowing exactly was killing him.

 

“How’s that young lady?” Dave asked.

 

“A nice warm up,  I’m sure I’m getting red.” She said loudly so Dave just played along answering in a tone that was crescendo as well. “So have you learned your lesson?”

 

“Not hardly spank me more, and harder, make it sting and throb” Lisa had never been shy with words but this was more talk than either was use to.  Was she topping from the bottom Dave wondered picking up the infamous CB paddle.

The first swat got her attention, and each subsequent one landed in a well spaced and firm handed approach that left her dancing in place and very much feeling the sting she had been longing for. 

 

The pleas to stop began at first playfully “No more, I’ll be good” and “I’ve been spanked enough” but he figured she’d asked for it and not wanting to be one to disappoint was going to make absolutely certain that she had her fill.  Each smack felt like a swarm of bees, each pause the possible end both a longed for and hated part of play simultaneously.

 

 

Finally pausing to rest more from his own fatigue admiring her crimson and glowing cheeks.  “How red is it?”  she asked.  Acknowledging the shade her bottom had become with a pause and Lisa took the opportunity to jump in.  “Well I guess you’ll have to wait until this time next Saturday to give me the belt.” She offered he tone still elevated.

 

Dave just played along wondering if a few hard strokes of the belt right now might be a good idea but the thought faded quickly “but right now you can take me upstairs and finish off my bottom while you fuck me”  She stood up a daring move but Dave let it go since he was about to get his reward for playing with her.

 

Later as they left the house John was in the front yard still working. Lisa couldn’t resist the temptation of going over to simply say hi.  He wondered how her punished bottom looked under the jeans.  Dave joined her shortly there after and after a few niceties,  swatted her butt playfully and insisted they go.

 

John blushed, and Lisa flashed a devilish little smile offering “yeah we do pretty much the same thing every Saturday but I can’t wait until summer, when it’s really hot.”

 

 

John stood there with his tool covering his growing tool and as Lisa and Dave drove up the street she finally informed him about the neighbor listening in.

 

He got it now and understood the entire scene so much better  “Well you’ve always loved that.  Next time whether he’s there or not we’ll really give him something to listen to you little brat.”

 

“Oh he’ll be there” she offered already looking forward to the following week, this time she wouldn’t be the one calling the shots, it would be his turn and the play was always so much better that way.

Go upstairs! – A twisted little tale

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A shorter but intensely twisted little piece, after all I can’t keep all the Kinky stuff for the latter part of May when Kink Week gets here so let’s just look at today as fetish Friday.  Nothing wrong with a little tease right?

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She hates to wait, sometimes it’s for hours and other it’s for days on end but not knowing what is coming is pure torture for her.  Butterflies fill her stomach and just as they start to pass she gets that look, the one that never quite says what it means to anyone else but it does to her.  Their eyes meet and hers fall away quickly.  The damned butter flies are back, and once again her pulse quickens, an uncomfortable feeling washes over her and she is poised nervously on edge a little while longer. 

 

Today he leans over, brushes her hair back and whispers “you’ll pay for that later” in a calm unassuming voice.  Other times the only indication that his dark little mind is working on something devious is a flash of those blindingly white teeth in an understated wicked little grin.  The combination of both today made her truly take notice, her heart stopped…for a split second.

 

Often when out and about the small things often get “added to the bill” through out the day or days, letting it build up, leading to more waiting but she knows what to expect from that.  Those exchanges are playful in nature, nothing more than a reason to play, part of the routine, a flirtation, and each judges the others reaction accordingly.

 

It’s not always that simple, but on those playful times she all but knows what’s coming eventually, not too far in the future later when out of sight and ear shot of others her cute little ass gets spanked.  Of course there will be wiggling and squirming, that is part of the fun.  The struggle, the pleas, the sensation and surrender, it is to them just another form of foreplay.

 

Today is different, it will be play alright, knowing it means he’s going to dedicate some time to her but in what way is never quite certain. Not long ago he leaned over and told her when she got home what he was going to do to her would leave her thoroughly whipped. 

 

 

Of course her mind kept playing “thoroughly whipped” over and over again as she wondered why he would say something so cruel.  On that occasion when the time came she found herself tied tightly with a limb secured to each corner of the bed, barely able to move against the ropes holding her there naked ,legs spread wide, pillows pushing her hips upward . Waiting to begin as he admired her state and when it did begin not long after the room was filled by deafening screams for him to stop, begging for just a few minutes of rest before cursing and praising the gods again in the same heaving breath.

   All the anticipation only fed the long orgasm filled session she had “earned”, his head buried between her thighs relentlessly devouring her for what seemed to be all eternity.  Ignoring her pleas and continuing on no matter how hard her hips shook or how disparately she tried to move her exhausted pussy away from him.  When he was done with her she was thoroughly whipped as promised however it was with exhaustion and not leather.

 

 Other times it’s something much more cruel. He never let her know which.   He would call her and tell to be ready for later, call back and ask her is she prepared?  He could sense the tension in her voice, the anticipation, the sinking feeling deep inside.  She always wants to ask what he’s planning on but knows better, no good can come of that.  She loves the sense of being off balance, full of anticipation and then ultimately surrendering control.

 

 

Most of the day has passed and they’ve been long since home when the grin returned.   She is instructed to go upstairs, put on her black high heels and stand against the bed post naked with a breast on each side of the post and legs slightly wider than shoulder width.  She had never been asked to begin like that before, and after leaving and standing in place for a few minutes he joined her.

 

Wrapping slowly around her back, then under her breasts, drawing them together tighter on either side of the post as she was held against it more soundly with each pass. Imagining the rope sliding thought his fingers only seconds before it touched her skin, embracing her closely, firmly and tightly as he tied off.   Her chest on display each side physically separated from the other, round and wrapped again and again until perfectly shaped and straining against its bounds.

  

 “I’m feeling wicked” He offered and still not knowing all he intended.  Tweaking her chest and producing a clamp of each nipple meticulously placing them just so, slowly allowing their biting grip to take effect.  She moaned as his hands touched her thighs, her soaked pussy glistening, longing for him as he wound pass after pass of the thin biting strands around her thighs and securing her hand to it.  And then on the other leg one slow secure pass, then another, taking his time, savoring her warm soft flesh in his hands as she became his completely, helpless, naked, and aroused.  Excitedly waiting for whatever was next.      

Afterwards

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She loved her trips over his knee. She’d feign modesty as her bottom was bared his hands so strong but gentle with her. First the buttons were undone, then the zipper slowly lowered. His touch always so sure, so unwavering. Other times looked at him playfully grinning seductively stripping down as she crossed the room toward him until there wasn’t a stitch of anything left on her except for the hair band keeping her long flowing locks tucked neatly in place before she all but jumped enthusiastically across his lap.

Squirming and writhing in ecstasy as his hand warmed more than her bottom up. Teasing and tempting to her it was foreplay at its best. She liked the tingle and the gentle sting each smack brought. The anticipation of the next one and where would it land and just how crisp would it be. She loved the feeling of surrender but knew she was really the one in control. She’d moan in delight as his hand moved from her bottom to between her thighs brushing over her ever so gently. She’d push herself back into him but maddeningly he would lighten his touch, and tell her “not yet”. She’d pine in frustration as her desire grew and he went back to spanking her, a release unto itself before teasing her again. Slow and rhythmic, he played her sensations like a symphony bringing her to a crescendo.

Oh how it turned her on, oh how she knew the magnificent intimacy of those moments and the ones of pure pleasure that would soon follow as they would melt into each others arms and make love for an eternity afterward. Each billowing heaving breaths in unison with the other as in time they would collapse exhausted into each others embrace, fulfilled each time beyond desire; at least for the moment. It was never discipline, it was never cruel. Each encounter over the years left her always wanting more, longing to feel a little more sting.

Slipping into the bathroom she would admire her glowing bottom in the mirror, looking at it from each and every angle, rubbing her hands over it feeling the warmth still lingering but the sting had long since faded. Savoring the occasional small raised mark a finger had left. She would do this often over the next few hours locking the door for privacy until the color in her cheeks had all but faded.

Tonight would be the night, she would ask to stay across his lap just a little bit longer. He would know what she wanted he had always taken his cues from her so very well. He was in the den reading the house filled with soft light and music dancing through the halls. She opened the glass door to the den. There he was sitting on the leather couch reading. The look in her eyes said more than words ever could of as she slowly began to disrobe.

Something was different he thought to himself attempting to determine exactly what it was as her blouse was discarded to the floor. At last her skirt was cast aside onto the chair. Certain that she had his full and undivided attention turned her back to him and removed her thong, her round bottom in his full view. She reached back to the table where his book had been place and facing him in all her glory reached into the drawer took out a brush with a hair band on it and began to pull her hair up.

“That’s it, her hair was down” he thought to himself. As she set the brush on his book and began a temptingly slow descent across his lap. Fidgeting she moved ever so slightly this way and savoring the anticipation stalling not out of fear but wanting to be perfectly positioned for him. Things began as always, her cheeks began to glow he began to tease. She resisted and didn’t push herself towards him.

In time she could feel his lust for her building, she was determined to stay committed, her bottom warm and tingly his fingers tracing across her seat to her thighs as his fingers slid upward on the inner part. She stated looking up at him “not yet” the words she had heard so many times herself.

Her heart began to flutter. Surely he would know what she meant, he had known her so well all these years. Surely this kind man wouldn’t actually make her say it. She was no stranger to sexual banter, but she hoped she would be spared the need to say what she wanted at least this time. She wanted him to know what she needed. His hand stopped exactly where it was at then made its way across her bottom before reaching for the hair brush.

Her back arched, her bottom danced from side to side as it landed on her over and over. The intensity built and built with each passing second as she wiggled and moved across his thighs. He held her in place a hand just above her well heated backside his forearm extending up her back to between her shoulder blades. Finally putting the brush down on the table his grasp lightened she relaxed, drinking in the experience, the throbbing, the arousal, the need to have him, to whisper uninhibitedly in his ear her passion for him. She slowly stood. “I’ll be right back” making her way to the powder room.

She had never delayed their loved making before after a trip across his lap but she couldn’t wait. She had to see herself right then and there. The old wooden door closed quickly and loudly behind her as she bolted into the bathroom. She admired herself in the mirror, first from one side and the other contorting herself in every imaginable position to admire her well spanked bottom. The deep crimson shade mixed in with a few marks from the brush, she had never been so red. She lingered perhaps a bit too long admiring herself. As she reached to open the door no longer able to contain her desire for him. It was locked. She looked feverishly through the key hole. It was not there. They key had not been inadvertently moved to the other side. She tore through the make up bag on the floor. After a few more moments of ransacking the linen cupboard in desperation realizing that she couldn’t find the key.

The next day she found herself fascinated with the marks he had left on her, posing and watching as she studied each shade and mark. Drinking it all in, her bottom tingled as she ran on the treadmill at the gym reminding her of her adventure. In the locker room adorned with mirrors she couldn’t help but steal glances of herself as she walked to and from the shower. When she got home he patted her on her still tender bottom and asked.

“Red enough for you?” Her face flushed as red as her backside had been the night before, embarrassed that he knew all these years what she had been doing afterwards. Then again she shouldn’t have been surprised he really did know her so well.