Friends & Fantasies (Part 3)

Somewhere, low music was throbbing. He stepped around her and pulled her through the room, neatly avoiding the small tables scattered around an open dais. There were people at those tables, but most of them were engaged in talking… or kissing, touching, petting… What was this place?! She didn’t have time to try and guess; he had her in the center of the room, was guiding her to lie down on the low platform there.

Then he was on his knees, pushing up her dress, and the room melted away as she felt him lick her through her panties. Her breath caught in her throat at the novel way his tongue felt through the cloth, and then he was peeling them down her thighs and off her feet, discarding them with an impatient growl. Pushing her knees wide, he bent to taste her again. Her back arched and she couldn’t hold back a moan as he easily found her button and pressed his tongue against it for a moment before pulling her close to bite softly.

It took less than a minute before the entire night of sexual tension, combined with his expert mouth, made her erupt, cumming fiercely against him. He held her down with his hands, unceasingly sucking and licking the warm juices running from within her. It was only when she’d started to ease up, and he felt the inner contractions stop, that he sat up, and looked at her.

“Next time, ask me before you cum, little one,” his tone was serious, startling her. What was this? He smacked her still-swollen pussy with two fingers, eliciting a little yelp from her. She sat up and suddenly remembered that they had an audience. Luckily, a lot of people were engaged with each other, but a few were definitely watching! This was a first for her!

Then he was there, diverting her attention again. Firmly, but not ungently, he pulled her up beside him, his mouth covering hers, forcing his tongue into her. She could taste herself on him, and the very idea of that caused her pussy to start throbbing again.

His hands went to her dress, pulling it up and over her head, breaking contact with her lips for only a moment to let the cloth slip over her head. Then he was kissing her again, his hands pressing against her back, sliding lower to cup her ass and pull her against him. His grip tightened, one palm sliding down to rub at the cleft between her cheeks, rubbing deeper until she felt his fingers pushing against her tight hole.

His mouth went to her neck, biting her hard as one of his fingers explored deeper inside of her. She was wet enough that he slid into her easily, and her body tensed at the deliciousness of this new invasion.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured, his lips pressed against her ear.

“Please fuck me,” she moaned softly.

She felt his low chuckle. “Not yet, little kitty.” His hands pulled away, and then one of them was curled in her hair, pulling it tightly. Before she knew it, she was on her knees in front of him, one of his hands still buried in her hair, the other working to free his cock from his pants. Eagerly, she helped him let it out, her hands encircling it for a moment before her mouth closed around it.

He was surprised after just a few moments to feel her take him into her throat, swallowing almost the entire length. Her tongue worked at the underside of it, caressing in a way that caused him to shudder slightly. He knew if he let her continue this for too long, it would be hard not to lose control. Still, he pressed roughly into her mouth, pushing all of himself as deeply as possible, and was rewarded when he felt her throat close as she choked on him. He looked down to see her green eyes wide, staring up at him, but she didn’t pull away.

His grip in her hair tightened. Momentarily, he thought about just letting himself go, but he knew she needed more than that. She needed to know that he wanted her, that he had the power to take her, and wasn’t going to play the nice guy any more. She’d confided in him more than once over the years about her desire for a loving, but very dominant man to take her in hand and bring out her inner submissive. This was his chance to prove to her who that man was going to be.

With a low groan, he pulled himself away from her. “Stay,” he ordered, and then he was gone, just like that. And she was in the middle of the room, on hands and knees, in only a bra, staring at a room full of people. Some were watching her, some were making out, and some, she noticed, were busy in the darkest corners of the room, moving against each other.

She blushed suddenly at this public exposure and looked around, feeling somewhat abandoned. Then he was behind her, and she felt him lift her hair and place something around her neck. She reached up and felt the collar as he finished buckling it; looked up at him in confusion and saw that he had a leather leash attached to it.

“Good kitty,” he murmured, giving her a sardonic smile. Then, with a slight tug, he led her, still on hands and knees, to one side of the dais, where she noticed a hook protruding out of the floor. He knelt in front of her, wrapping the leash around the hook so that she was forced to bend down, with her face close to the floor. Gently, he kissed her forehead.

“Tell me again what you want, little kitten.”

Her body shivered with expectation; her pussy was soaked, and she could feel the wetness leaking down her inner thighs.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Please, please fuck me…”

He moved behind her, pulling his cock free again and pushing it between her thighs. He slipped easily into her slick pussy, sliding in, then slowly back out, teasing her.

“Here?” he asked, sliding slowly back in.

“Yeeessss,” she moaned, pushing impatiently back against him.

His palm left a nice red mark on her ass cheek.

“Wrong answer.” His voice was deceptively calm. “Where do you want me to fuck you, little one?” His hand traced the inner crevice of her buttocks, his fingers finding her tight little hole again. He felt her pussy tense around him as she realized what he wanted to hear.

She murmured something so low, he could barely hear it.

His palm lifted, gracing the other cheek with an equally bright red print.

“What was that, little pet? I want everyone to hear you.”

She groaned, her hips automatically bucking against him at his commanding tone. There was no escaping the fact: he wanted her to beg for it.

“Please fuck my ass,” she whispered, felt him spank her harder, and practically shouted it. “Please Sir, please fuck my ass!”

“Good girl,” he murmured, pleased. He slipped one finger into her, his cock still buried in her pussy, and began working it around, loosening her for his entry. When a second finger went in, she pushed her ass against him, her head on her elbows, eyes closed, her little whimpers begging him to take her.

After another moment, he slowly withdrew. Everything he’d done had been gentle, so she let out a shocked squeal when he suddenly buried himself deep inside her ass, without warning. Her body tensed for a moment, but his hands were tight around her waist, holding her against him, and after a moment, she relaxed, and a wave of desire overtook her. Spreading her legs slightly to allow him even more access, she pushed back against him. Slowly at first, then with increasing pace, he began to move inside of her, until he was pounding forcefully into her, fucking her hard.

She began to moan, first in little squeals every time he pushed into her, then louder and longer until she was almost screaming, “goddd yes, yeessss, please…!”

Suddenly she was begging him, her voice almost breaking as she tried to control herself, “please, I need to cum, please please Sir, please may I cum?!”

His hands tightened around her waist and he drove into her, knowing he was about to lose it. “Yes, baby, come for me,” he gave permission just as he felt himself let go inside of her. Her ass clenched around him tightly, milking the cum from him, a low growl escaping from deep within his chest.

When it was over, both of them stayed in position, panting, trying to catch their breath. She looked out from her hands and knees, his softening cock still buried inside of her, and realized they were still in the back room of the bar. There were still others, a few fucking around them. Some couples were sitting together, arms around each other, smiling at her… at the two of them. Oh my god…

She didn’t have time to freak out too much. He felt her stiffen, saw her scan the room, and pulled out of her, reaching to unbuckle the collar and free her before drawing her to her knees and into his arms. Gently he stroked her hair, kissed her face, held her. Finally, when he felt her relax trustingly into him, he rose, bringing her to her feet with him. Someone, she thought it was the bartender, brought a soft flowing robe… cloak?... something… and draped it around her. She heard him say thank you, and distantly heard the woman’s voice come back “it’s about time I saw you happy”, and then he was escorting her out of the room, back through the bar…

Somehow, she ended up in his bed, nestled against him under a soft black comforter. He held her, whispering sweet things into her ear as she drifted easily into sleep.

For a few more moments, he stared down at her, hardly believing that this had really happened. God, it would suck if I woke up tomorrow alone, and this was all a dream… He wrapped his arms around her more tightly, willing her to stay, then laid his head down beside her, instantly drifting into the soundest sleep he’d had in a long time.

Friends & Fantasies (part 2)

(Part one is here)

Wanting to appear casually nonchalant was harder than it sounded, considering it was the exact opposite of how she felt. Finally, she settled on her short purple dress—the one that accentuated her curves in all the right places, but didn’t look particularly dressy. Pretty wedges, a slight brush of make-up, make sure her hair was in place, and she left the room at 6:55. Not bad, she thought, slipping back into the cute blue Dodge Neon she’d parked outside. Her hands shook slightly as she turned the key, gripped the gearshift… she willed herself to calm down. For all intents and purposes, this was just a meeting between two close friends who hadn’t seen each other in awhile, right? If he had no designs past that, she needed to look as if she felt the same!


Already at the theater, he’d actually been pacing out front for ten minutes when he finally allowed himself a peek at his watch. 6:57. Okay, good… besides, come on, she was always late! He wondered what she was driving; should’ve asked. Maybe his cryptic message hadn’t been such a good idea—she hadn’t even answered! Perhaps she’d sensed what he was really feeling and wouldn’t even be there; after all, he knew only too well that she was a pro at running away from situations that distressed her.

She stopped the car in a parking spot that was just a little further away than she needed to be. Okay fine, she’d parked way out in the boonies in order to give herself time to, what? Relax? Honestly, I’m making far too big a deal of this! Mentally shaking herself—hard—she grabbed her purse, got out of the car, and started towards the theater. Everything looked exactly as she remembered it. This place never changes.

She hasn’t changed much. He’d spotted her immediately. Blue Neon, parking way the hell out in the lot. He shook his head and smiled softly, knowing her well enough to realize that she was more than a little anxious. Good, that means she feels it too. His plans solidified even more when she caught sight of him and headed over, a blush rising on her face, even in the coolness of this late October evening.

She didn’t think about it. Her arms just encircled him, her body pressed against his, and she melted into his solid embrace. She inhaled his scent, her body tingling with recognition, and finally felt her anxiety dissolve, replaced instead by intense warmth and pleasure. There was a momentary jolt to her bliss when she felt him pull away slightly, but then his lips were on hers, urgently, possessively trying to claim all the kisses they’d missed out on.

When he finally let her up for air, she looked dizzy, and he had to smile. “Hey,” he said softly, reaching up to brush hair from her eyes.

“Hey to you too.” She smiled up at him, looking for all the world like a shy little girl, and his heart melted at her feet.

Taking her hand, he led her to his car. She looked a little unsure, glancing back at the theater marquee, but he just shook his head and opened the passenger door for her. “Not tonight kitten. I don’t want to sit in the dark where I can’t see you.”

“So where are you taking me then?” Her voice was playful as he slid into the driver’s seat. She was gaining her equilibrium back after that first, earth-shattering kiss. Now she was curious as to what else he had planned for the night. Wow he looks good!

“You’ll see. So how have you been? Has the trip been okay so far?” He sounded way more casual than he felt. Then again, he realized that he really wanted to know. He wanted to know everything this woman was feeling, thinking, wanting… He knew tonight would be it: all or nothing.

They chatted familiarly for the few minutes it took to reach their destination. She stared at the building curiously as he opened her door and helped her out. Well, here was something new! She didn’t remember this bar from back in the day, although to be fair, she hadn’t been of drinking age the last time she’d been in town.

“They built this place just a couple years ago,” he said, confirming her thoughts. “I’m not much of a drinker, but I come here a lot for the pool tables and live music. Everyone pretty much knows me, but I’ve always come alone so you should turn a few heads.”

“Gee, thanks for putting me in the spotlight like that.” She grinned and threaded her arm through his, thrilled and nervous at the same time.

“You don’t have anything to worry about kitten…” he smiled down at her. “At least not from anyone else…”

She didn’t have time to react; they were already going through the doors. Inside, it was a lot more inviting than she’d imagined. Inviting, and crowded. Everyone was greeting him, and staring at her. Boy, guess he hadn’t been lying about not having a woman on his arm before tonight. She felt special.

They passed the bar, where he gave an order to the woman behind the counter, and sat in a booth near the game area. A group of guys was clustered around the nearest pool table, two youngish-looking girls hanging on their every move, tits popping out from the tops of tight-fitting shirts. One of the girls said something to the others, then sashayed over to their table, bright red lips turned up into a smile for the handsome man at the table, piercing eyes glaring suspiciously from under fake lashes at his companion.

Yep, nothing changes in this town. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, instead smiling brightly up at the girl.

“Hey, you.” The comment was definitely directed only at him. “You finally took someone up on an offer to come with you, huh?”

His tone was dismissive. “I asked her, actually. How are you doing tonight, Missy?”

Missy’s smile stayed put, and she bent to put her arms on the table, displaying her well-rounded assets to them. “Better now,” she purred. Luckily, she was interrupted, or, more accurately, abruptly shoved aside, by the waitress bringing their drinks. Her intended prey for the night calmly paid the waitress, then deliberately bent to kiss the neck of the girl he’d brought with him. Seething, Missy stalked back to her group. A few of the guys looked over and waved, wondering at the stranger he’d brought, but they knew enough to leave him alone, for now.

He bent to kiss her neck again, lingering this time, grazing her with his teeth. Goosebumps immediately rose on her flesh, and he laughed softly before nibbling on her a little harder.

“I think someone likes this,” he whispered, his breath hot in her ear.

She squirmed against him. “Mmmm, yes please…”

He turned a little, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Let’s find out just how much,” he murmured, biting even harder, one hand finding its way down to cup her most intimate area. She stiffened at the thought of him touching her this way… right here, right in this bar, then her thoughts became all jumbled as his teeth worked their way up to graze her earlobe. She let out a small moan and pushed herself into his hand, instinctively arching her neck, offering herself to him.

Rough kisses seared her neck; she knew that she’d have bruises by morning. The room and its other occupants faded to her as she felt him pull at her dress, his fingers finding their way underneath to her panties. For the third time today, she felt herself get wet because of him, only this time, his expert touch was there, gently tracing the outlines of her soft lips and hardening clit through the thin cotton.

Just as suddenly as he’d started, he stopped, pulling his hands away, the scent of her arousal drifting up in the air around them as he calmly fixed her skirt. She turned to look up at him with wide, half-dazed eyes, and found him smiling down at her, a soft look on his face.

“What?” he asked innocently. “Did you want me to undress you right here, in front of all these people?”

She flushed, suddenly hyper-aware of where they were. Glancing over, she saw that Missy was studiously ignoring them, but most of the guys nearby had knowing grins on their faces.

“Uh… oops,” she muttered, turning back to him, bright red. “I don’t usually… I mean, I haven’t…” She floundered, unsure what to say.

He laughed and winked at her, totally unconcerned as he picked up his drink. “This place could use a good show every now and then,” he teased.

The next few hours flew by as they talked, catching up on life in a way that text messages and emails couldn’t do justice to. He ran his fingers along her arms as they spoke, rubbed her stomach, nuzzled her neck, but always kept the conversation going, not giving into the passion he had displayed when they first sat down.

People walked by, stopping to say hi sometimes, but slowly, the bar started to empty. At ten-o-clock, she realized she had to use the ladies’ room, and, when she stood up, was surprised to see the bartender closing the doors behind the last few patrons. They were the only ones left inside!

She glanced over at him, a question half-forming in her mouth, but didn’t get the chance to say anything before he stood up, pulling her into his arms and pressing his mouth against hers, his tongue sweeping a burning arc between her lips. After a moment, he pulled away.

“Didn’t you have to use the bathroom?”

She nodded, too dazed to speak. “Then go.” He turned her around to face in the right direction and smacked her backside. “It’s that way.”

When she emerged, he wasn’t at their table any more. She didn’t see the bartender either. Why would this place close so early? Bars were usually just getting started at 10:00!

Just then, some noises on the other side of the room attracted her attention. Walking that way, she noticed an open doorway they hadn’t passed on their way in. The lights were dim, but a few voices wafted out at her, so she decided to check it out, wondering if that was where her companion had gone off to.

As she entered the room, she felt his presence behind her even before she heard his voice.

“Welcome to my party, kitten,” he whispered in her ear as his arms went around her, pulling her against him. She could feel how hard he was, and her body responded immediately.

Friends & Fantasies (story)

Meet me at 7.Theater.


That was the extent of his text. WTF?! She hadn’t seen him in… how long had it been? Quickly she counted on her fingers… seven years. It had been seven years since she’d even seen her handsome best friend, and when she texts to say she’ll be pulling into town at noon, this is all he has to say?! Still, anger isn’t the emotion that is rising up to fill her insides; it feels more like… impatient trepidation. The memory of the last time she saw him seeps into her mind, occupying the last sixty-six minutes her GPS says it will take to get to the hotel.

They are standing outside the theater, where they just saw “Titanic.” His arms are around her, holding her so close, she can hardly breathe. Still, she tries to get even closer, willing herself to somehow fuse into him so that she won’t have to leave tomorrow. This is what she needs… him, holding her, forever.

He lets go with one arm and gently lifts her chin, pressing his lips to hers with an urgency born from years of restraint. Years of being “the friend” instead of “the one.” Years of watching one boy after another use her, hurt her, throw her away. He pushes all of that emotion, and more, into this one kiss, trying to reach into her heart and make her understand all the love and desire he has hidden all of these years.

She responds willingly, wondering at him, and at the certainty she’s had all this time that he didn’t see her “like that.” All the secret fantasies converge into this one moment, and a low moan escapes from her throat as she opens her mouth to his insistence. Her hips press tightly against his, she inhales the scent of his cologne… she never wants this embrace to end.

Sadly, there are people waiting for them, and when they step apart, they are too young, too new to such strong emotion to know what to say to each other. He holds her hand as he leads her to the car, but the moment is slipping away, and neither of them knows how to hold onto it.

She leaves the next day. He kisses her goodbye, watches the Greyhound as it slips into the early morning fog. Tears prick his eyes, a few even escaping to be impatiently wiped away. But she has her own life to live; he’s never been able to get through to her heart, why should this time be any different? He shakes his head sadly and walks away, grateful that nobody else is there to see the pain evident on his face.

As the bus pulls away, she thinks to herself, “It was the movie; he was just reacting. If he’d wanted me to stay, surely he would have said so. He probably has a girl he truly wants, probably going to her right now. It’s never been like that between us, and it never will.” She turns, trying to get a last look at him, but he has already left, further proof that he had better things to do.

She shakes her head, looks at the GPS. Okay, that definitely didn’t take enough time up: still forty-three minutes to go. After that day, they’d stayed in contact, neither daring to bring up what had happened. The friendship, and the secret fantasies, stayed intact. He was her most important friend, even now. And she was… what to him?

Well, she was going to find out! If she was honest with herself, that was mostly the reason for this little trip. Yeah, she’d been invited to the area for business, but going to the conference was just the excuse she’d needed to take this little side trip. Not for the first time, she wondered if he’d even want anything to do with her, knowing what little he did about her (other) fantasies. After all, not every guy felt the desire to be dominant, to bend a woman to his will and expose her inner slut in order to quench both their desires…

She shifted slightly in her seat, feeling her “inner slut” manifest with a rush of wetness. Hmm… wonder how many times this rental has been filled with the scent of sex? She shook her head again, grinning foolishly, and tried to concentrate more on her driving.

The hotel was… too normal. Her pent-up anxiety seemed more suited to pink neon lights and vibrating beds. Or perhaps leather, dark smoky lighting, the sound of flesh turning red under a master’s touch… Sigh. Such fantasies! And she seemed so young and sweet and innocent to the naked eye!

She set down her suitcase and stared at the bland paintings on the walls, the striped mauve-and-orange bedspread, the heavy linen curtains. Home sweet home! Her mind dismissed it all as she sat on the edge of the bed, her thoughts turning obsessively back to him. Was he thinking about her? Was he wondering if she were in town yet? She thought about texting to let him know, then decided it seemed more romantic somehow to just wait until 7, when they would meet face-to-face for the first time in years. But what to do until then?

She stifled a yawn and decided to get some rest. Sleep made time go faster! Pushing off her jeans so she could sleep more comfortably, she curled up on top of the comforter and closed her eyes.

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It was after 6:00 by the time she awoke. Languidly, she stretched, and the fact that she was incredibly aroused suddenly occurred to her. What HAD she been dreaming about? Oh yeah... theater, kiss, a 7:00 meeting… this whole thing had launched some pretty dirty fantasies apparently.

She blushed slightly, then realized how silly it was to be bashful in front of herself. So instead, she slipped one hand down between her thighs. Her panties were damp. Smiling a little, she closed her eyes and concentrated on what she'd been dreaming about.

If anyone had been watching inside the small room, they would have seen a shapely girl in a white t-shirt and pink panties lying on the bed, lost in fantasy, her long brown hair spread out around her on the pillow, a half smile gracing her lips, her green eyes closed. The fingers of her right hand crept under her panties, making expert circles over her swollen clit; her left hand gripped a handful of blanket beside her. She was already aroused enough that it took only a couple of minutes before her long legs tensed, her hips pushed off the bed, and a small cry escaped her lips. When she opened her eyes, her cheeks were flushed and she was breathing heavily. In a cute, little girl sort of way, she blushed again as though she'd somehow caught herself in the act.

She laid there for a moment more, until suddenly realizing what time the clock had said. She half-sat up: the dim red numbers read 6:27. Her stomach filled with butterflies as she nervously jumped off the now-rumpled bedspread, and almost tripped over her suitcase. It wasn’t a big town; in fact, it wouldn’t take long at all to get to the theater, but she still had to get dressed!

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Tabitha's First Spanking

"Miss Ames, can you please come into my office? I need to speak with you."

Tabitha glanced up from where she was sliding her Calculus book into her bag, a bit startled. "Um, sure Professor Holloway..."

"What about the party, Tabby?" Callie muttered.

It was a gorgeous August Friday; their first week of their first year in college. All the kids were gathering at the park for the first party of the year. The two freshmen were part of the afternoon's wet T-shirt contest.

Tabitha shrugged. "I'm sure it'll only take a second. Just go on and get ready, I'll be there. Gotta pretend like this math crap means something to me."

Callie rolled her eyes. "I know, huh? Okay, see you there. By the way, don't wear a bra; I happen to know Rob wants to get a closer look at you." With a giggle, the tall blonde breezed out of the room.

Sighing inwardly, Tabitha shouldered her book bag and walked to the side door where Mr. Holloway's office was. Of course, at least he wasn't some old geezer with hair like Einstein. Actually, he was pretty damn cute. She guessed he was probably about 28, and his blonde hair and green eyes had already made for some naughty daydreaming by a large portion of his female students. She could be staying after class talking to Mrs. Cole, her fat pissy psych teacher, which would have sucked much worse than this.

"Yes, sir?"

Mr. Holloway looked up from a paper he was grading. His green eyes seemed to pierce right through her skull and she blushed, feeling as though he were reading her thoughts.

"Come in, Miss Ames. And please, shut the door behind you."

A little intimidated, the girl quietly pushed the thick office door shut and then approached her teacher, pressing her hands together in front of her and suddenly feeling like a small child.

She went to sit in the soft leather chair facing his large oak desk, but a sharp No from Mr. H. stopped her halfway down.

"Miss Ames, you may STAND. Right there, in front of the desk, please."

A strange feeling, kind of like adrenaline mixed with dread, filtered from her stomach to the back of her throat. Nervously, the eighteen-year-old swallowed and pushed her long brown hair back over her shoulders.

"Sir?"

He stood and cast a stern look at her. "Miss Ames, do you consider college to be a joke?"

She quickly shook her head. "No, Mr. Holloway... um ...why?"

He picked up a folder and came around the desk. "Miss Ames, this is the in-class paper you wrote on Tuesday, when I asked the class to give me three paragraphs on why math is important in everyday life. Do you remember doing that?"

Barely; I think I was still half stoned from my first brush with X...

"Of course I do." Where the crap was this going?

"Keep your tone polite and call me Sir." He came closer, pulling a sheet of paper from the folder and setting it on the desk in front of her. She could see the lacy hearts and clouds drawn in the margins on the essay. Oh boy.

"You are no longer a child and I will not tolerate childish behavior in my COLLEGE class. I saw your previous grades and your entrance exam scores. Miss Ames, you are a very smart young woman. For your own good, I am going to have to set you straight before you get out of hand."

WHAT??? She looked up from the paper to her professor. His tone had been firm and even. There was no smile on his face; he wasn't joking.

Before she could say anything, he turned and went back around the desk. He opened the top left hand drawer and glanced inside. Then he looked her square in the eyes.

"Miss Ames, I want you to bend over and place your elbows firmly on the desk. Get your face right down over your paper and begin reading it please."

"What?"

He didn't blink, merely reached his hand into the open drawer. "You heard me, Miss Ames."

His air of authority was overpowering, and, trembling a little, Tabitha slowly bent over the desk.

"'What does math mean to me?'" she began in a small voice as he came around the desk to stand behind her. Pausing, she half turned, trying to see him.

"Miss Ames, did I tell you to stop reading?" His voice was so stern. Her trembling increased and she quickly turned back to face the desk.

"'Math... is a farce,'" she continued. "'W-when someone is too much of a... n-nerd to have a social life... '"

Then she felt hard flat wood hit her ass and she gave a little yelp of surprise. Shifting her weight, she turned to stare at him with wide eyes.

"Keep reading, Miss Ames," he directed in that stern professor voice. She didn't know what else to do, so she obeyed.

"Um... he or she turns to...um...math...AH!" The next hit with the paddle was a lot harder than the first. Her skin tingled where he'd spanked her. "...Turns to math because they are too much of a loser to do anything else... oh god!" Her eyes watered as he paddled her for the third time. She could practically feel her ass turning red.

"Mr. H.," she begged, her voice tight. "I'm sorry; I was... not myself that day. I know math is important..." She stopped short as he spanked her again.

"Miss Ames, do NOT apologize to me. Keep reading."

"But..."

She felt him take a step back. "You have no respect, do you Miss Ames? Please reach back and lift up your skirt. Maybe your daddy forgot to teach you to respect authority, but I assure you, the lesson WILL be taught."

Her face turned as red as her buttocks, but she quietly obeyed, lifting her short skirt to reveal a white cotton thong and her blushing ass.

"Now put your head down on your paper please."

As she complied, he stepped nearer and placed the paddle against her left buttock. "Why don't we start with a basic math lesson? Every time you feel the paddle hit you, I want you to count. Understand?"

She felt a delicious little tingle between her legs. Hmmm... "Yes, Sir," she whispered.

The paddle slapped her bare cheeks hard. "One..." she whimpered.

At two, tears began to fill her eyes. Man, he knew just how to make it sting.

By five, she felt herself getting moist. God, it hurt... but...

He made her count to twenty before he stepped away. She didn't dare move an inch, waiting for his directions. She felt his eyes examining his work.

"Miss Ames, do I need to continue, or do you think you've learned your lesson for today?"

"I've learned my lesson, Sir," Tabitha half sobbed, her whole body shaking, but not just from the pain.

"Then stand and turn around please."

She slowly rose from the desk and turned to face him. First, her eyes sought the object of her punishment, still in his hand, hanging by his side. As her gaze moved up, she saw the bulge in his pants, and her body gave a hard throb. Then she looked up into his stern green eyes.

"Don't think I will hesitate to punish you again if you mess up, understand?"

She nodded soberly.

"Fine, then. You are dismissed, Miss Ames. And by the way, you WILL wear undergarments at the party I know you will be attending later, is that clear?" He actually smiled at her look of surprise. "I'm not that much older than you Miss Ames and I know how young men are. Don't think of disobeying, because I WILL find out."

He moved to the door and opened it. Her body on fire, her mind a mess of confusion, Tabitha walked slowly past her teacher, her eyes cast demurely downward.

Just a story I felt like writing

I guess this is a rough draft because I just wrote it out as it flowed out of me.  But I'm just happy I felt like writing something!  I've missed writing!  So this is definitely not some of my best work, but here it is anyway. :)

Unfortunately, Daddy was in a bad mood today.  It was not a day to be messing around with him and blatantly disregarding his rules.  She seemed to have a knack for finding just those days.  But, she just felt so... contrary today!  She didn't want to run errands, she wanted to curl up with her book--she was almost done with it!  Then when he'd scolded her for her naughtiness, he'd caught her making faces behind his back.  (How did he always see that!?)  It was after all of that that now baby girl found herself in her current situation.

"Bend over," Daddy ordered, motioning to the back of the loveseat.  They were standing in the living room, it was mid-afternoon; the only thing she could be grateful for was that all the curtains were closed.  She tried to appeal to him anyway.

"But Daddy, we're in the middle of the house! And I wasn't trying to be bad, not really!" She turned her best big puppy eyes on him.

He stared at her. "Number one, you know that doesn't work on me, number two, yes you were trying to be bad, and number three, I don't give a damn if we're in the middle of the house.  Would you rather I took you outside and bent you over the hood of the car in the middle of the driveway?"

She shook her head no vehemently, knowing full well he'd do it, then slowly bent over the back of the small sofa, placing her palms flat on the cushions and resting her hips on the top edge of the back.  She felt cool air caress her backside as Daddy lifted her skirt up over her back and slid her panties down to her knees.  Next came the heart-quickening sound of Daddy's belt as he pulled it free from its loops and made it into just the right loop.  She felt his strong hand on the small of her back, and involuntarily tightened her body.

His voice was calm and steady, relaxing her as he spoke.  "Tell me what you did wrong, Baby Girl."  The love in his voice was almost enough to bring her to tears.

"I disobeyed your instructions, Sir.  And... and I made faces at you." Her voice quavered slightly.  "I'm sorry Daddy," she whispered.

"Do you deserve to be punished?"

"Yes Sir."

He made her push out her butt and lower her head, then gave her some warm-up strokes.  He knew it had been awhile since he'd taken care of his girl the way she needed, so it didn't really surprise him that she was acting out so much.  Hopefully today would be a step toward taking care of that.

After about ten minutes of warmup, he checked to see if she was doing okay, then set the belt aside.  She always took his hand as much more personal.  Gently, he led his baby girl around to the other side of the sofa and laid her over his lap.  "I'm going to make you cry today, Little One."

"Yes Daddy.  Thank you Daddy." She looked up at him, her eyes beaming, red with unshed tears that desperately needed to be brought out.

His hand came down on her soft, pink flesh, striking her from the tops of her buttocks to halfway down her thighs.  Even when she struggled, he merely put his strong leg over her two and kept going, knowing her tears would take a long time in coming.

Ding Dong

Baby Girl jumped a mile when the doorbell rang  Daddy merely looked up.  When it rang again, she slid off Daddy's lap and crouched in a ball on the floor.  Daddy stood, took note of the fact that this behaviour would need some correction, and slid the curtains aside to see who was at the door.  He turned around with a smile.

"Little one, I want you standing in the corner, over there," he pointed to a very prominent corner of the living room, "with your nose in the corner.  Do not speak unless I give you permission, and do not move, do you understand me?"

Slowly she stood and followed instructions.  "Yes Daddy."

He walked over to her and tucked her skirt up into her waistband, adjusted her panties back around her knees, so that her bright red bare bottom was completely on display, then went to answer the door.

Baby Girl was horrified, but had to stay put, so just pressed her bright red face in the corner, trying to hide her shame.  She heard Daddy welcoming his buddy, Mr. R., there to look at a few projects he'd been helping on around the house.  Oh geez.  Well, at least he knew.  He'd been friends with their family for a couple of years now, and recently had been told of their Domestic Discipline lifestyle.  But still, letting him openly see her in the midst of punishment?  OMG!

Daddy and Mr. R went around the house, talking about what projects needed to be done, where they should start, town gossip, what football team was winning this week, pretty much everything but her, even though she felt Mr. R's burning eyes on her body more than once.

When they finally got to the living room, all he said was, "Hey little one, what kinda trouble you get yourself into today?"

Daddy laughed.  "Maybe it would teach her more of a lesson if someone else swung the belt a couple of times?"

He knew she couldn't protest; she wasn't allowed to speak!

Daddy came near and carressed her sore backside,  "Maybe not this time though babygirl," he whispered. "This time, Daddy wants to make you cry all by himself.  You want that baby girl?"

Relieved, she nodded, leaning against her Daddy.

Soon, their friend was done, and he said goodbye to both of them, shook hands with Daddy, and left.

"You were a very good girl during all of that," Daddy said approvingly as he came close, took her by the hand, and led her into the bedroom.

Gently he removed his little sub's clothing and laid her face down on the bed.  "No more interruptions now."

How NOT to be a sub

Daddy sent me this list today. It made me laugh, so I thought I'd share it!

"30 Things A Good Submissive Shouldn't Do"

1. Sing "Happy Birthday To Me" during wax play and blow out the candle.
2. In the middle of an intense cropping, close your eyes and start to snore.
3. During a scene, do a Howard Cosell impression and provide a play-by-play
account of what is being done to you.
4. If your dom/me tells you to "Look me in the eyes," do it cross-eyed.
5. If your dom/me decides to do a verbal humiliation scene with you in public,
stick your fingers in your ears and say "Neener, neener, neener, I can't hear
you!"
6. Stick an Alka-Seltzer tablet in your mouth at the beginning of a scene. Work up some saliva to get it fizzy, then call out your safeword.
7. If you're trussed up and ordered to count, inform your top you can't do it unless you can use your fingers and toes.
8. Hold up a scorecard after each blow delivered.
9. Tell your dom/me a better way to do whatever it is being done to you at that moment.
10. After a particularly hard blow, pretend to pass out. When your dom/me checks to see if you're OK, jump up and yell "Gotcha!"
11. Go in the toybag and superglue the nipple clamps shut.
12. Attach clappers to all the outlets in the dungeon just before a paddling (Clap on! Clap off!)
13. "Oh my god, where did you get those, they are gorgeous!!!" is not considered boot worship.
14. Flipping your dominant off while your hands are cuffed behind your back is a bad idea. Owners have ways of knowing these things.
15. Kicking that toy you hate far under the bed is futile. Master will only secure your wristcuffs to your anklecuffs and make you crawl for it... repeatedly.
16. Doing your Beavis and Butthead imitation of "Fire, fire, fire, fire!" during Master's lecture on fireplay safety is considered rude.
17. Responding with "Yes, All Wise, All Knowing Grand Imperial Weenie" is not appropriate when Master asks you if you are comfortable during a bondage scene.
18. Asking to go to the bathroom every five minutes while Master practices his Japanese rope work on you will try his patience, quickly.
19. Crossing your eyes and sticking your tongue out while your dominant is discussing your punishment is not wise. (He gave me a special emphasis on this one. Who... me??? *innocent*)
20. Pretending Master's collection of buttplugs are toys and singing the "Weebles wobble but they won't fall down" song is not a good idea.
21. Checking Master's head for the 666 symbol after a harsh punishment will only get you more of the same, or worse.
22. "I know you are but what am I?" is not the appropriate response when called a raunchy little whore during humiliation play.
23. "Missed me, missed me, now ya gotta kiss me" is an unacceptable remark when Master's flogger slips.
24. When Master pulls out his bullwhip and says he wants to play, he doesn't mean hide-and-seek... He will find you eventually.
25. "Oh, and you think I am?" is an unacceptable response to hearing your dominant say he is not pleased.
26. During a play party is not the time to do your hilarious imitation of Igor and hunch over, moaning "Yes, Master" when ordered to fetch something.
27. Adding "Sir" or "Master" to "Fuck that plan!" will not save you.
28. Singing the chorus of "Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better" under your breath during a session is considered foolhardy.
29. Reciting nursery rhymes during an interrogation scene to crack your Owner up only lasts for so long. Then you will pay BIG.
30. Asking "Is that as HARD as you can hit??" is considered a cry for help amongst submissive suicide prevention workers.

The Story of O

I just finished reading The Story of O. I guess maybe it seems odd that I'd never read it before, but, I hadn't. I also have Madame Bovary sitting on my nightstand, waiting to be opened, if I can ever put down that stupid DS. LOL

Anyway, I found it wonderful. Not the best writing (speaking strictly from a technical point of view) I've ever come across; but of course, you have to take into account that it was translated from its original French. But it draws you in, makes you want to read more, puts you into the main character's mind. Yes, it is erotic, in its own way, but it comes across more as an emotional kind of story. A girl truly finding herself and learning what makes her the happiest and what truly opens her soul. Maybe it's easier to see past the chains and sex when you are already of a submissive mind-set, and more understanding of O's frame of mind, I don't know.

After I read it, I was looking the story up online. I found some interesting things. Like that the symbol on my collar is very like the true "ring of O" that she receives at Roissy (where she is educated in slavery, so to speak), and that the simple band with the ring on it is the simplified version used for the movie. I knew that my collar was ordered from a bdsm type site and that the symbol is used by many in that way, but I didn't know the O reference. Interestingly, that triskelion symbol has quite a depth of meaning back through the ages, and I love that I've suddenly learned so much about it! It makes it that much more meaningful to me!

I know there are many who wouldn't understand this: "It is only when you make me suffer that I feel safe and secure," says O to her master, Sir Stephen. And I understand that being a submissive, slave, whatever one chooses to call oneself, isn't something that appeals to all. But I did find this tidbit quite interesting:

The book tells the profound, and disturbing, story of a woman who wishes to exist without existing: "She lost herself in a delirious absence from herself." Through utter humiliation, O rises. Susan Sontag called the book a story of "an ascent through degradation." Such a woman today would, of course, be pathologized and, ironically, "healed" by more socially acceptable methods of control: institutionalization and medication. link

How true is that?! How is society's control of someone, in ways that they deem "acceptable", in order to make that person fit a mold that they deem "appropriate" any better than self-sought slavery or submission? We are all slaves: to society, to our family, to any number of things, and it seems to me far better to be able to choose what makes you happiest and most fulfilled than to submit only to certain bonds of slavery just because you are told the majority of people wish you to. It certainly makes you think anyway...