Earl entered the library yesterday to find the lovely Sandra reading one of my creations which centered around erotic spanking in a fictional household. Sound familiar? This in itself was not a misdemeanor but the sight of her fingers creeping inside her knickers showed that she was clearly somewhat aroused by the text.
Earl appraised the scene from the doorway and here is his account of what happened next
The world fades. What is this place? We
walk through large rooms with high, once white ceilings that are faded to
parchment cream. All around paint and wallpaper is peeling and the once
polished floors crunch with debris under my high heels. Most of the rooms are
empty apart from the occasional piece of dust covered furniture shrouded as if
their owners intended to one day return and reclaim them. As long as it is not
today I think. In my nose there is the stale smell of neglect. Beneath my heavy
coat the knots that hold me tighten. Rope bites pulling soft skin into leather
wrinkles. Time seems to slip away. I feel the our hosts from the past watching
me; the only clue to our purpose the gag between my teeth it’s buckle behind my
head catching strands of hair causing pin pricks on my scalp.
Rebecca, dreaming, silver skin slippery in the heat of the night. Golden hair cascading across the white pillows. Each breath of the hot, humid air only adding to her frustration. In her dream, lines of men, hard, tempting flesh standing out before them. She wanted them, wanted to touch them, feel them, all of them, inside her. Struggling against her frustration she writhed on the bed, white sheets twisting around her, binding her. The dream fading.
She felt more than heard the swish of the strop as he swung it down towards the cheeks of her behind. There was a crack. She loved those moments after the strike, the microseconds that it took her body to transmit the stinging sensation from her buttocks to her brain. It had barely arrived before there was a second impact and then a third. The pain began to blossom like an unfurling rose spreading between her legs.
Alas dear Amber has tootled off to do some errands in the real world. Promising to return soon she has sent her dear friend Megan along to fulfill her role whilst she is away. Amber has assured me that girl will bend to please but so far all she has done is flounce around the office chewing the end of her pen. Nor can she take dictation or transpose anything I say into a well typed letter. The time has come to act.
Carrying on from the my previous post Amber in Bondage Amber had been working in the office and misbehaving all day hoping to get another exhilarating spanking. The thought occurred to me that since she enjoys that so much the feel of the riding crop spanking across her backside might make her wriggle a bit more.
Isabella came to stay at the house bringing her ever faithful maid Sophie with her. Now Sophie gladly puts up with a most of her mistress’s tantrums; after all being Isabella’s slave is her chosen role in life. Isabella is a classic Mistress, tall and haughty and with a deliciously short temper which provides Sophie with endless stimulation in the form of various punishments for her misdemeanours . Continue reading →
The first thwack landed and he marvelled at the way her buttocks responded. A ripple of flesh sped out from where the strap touched her. It was like dropping a stone into a pool of oil. She did not flinch or cry out; she knew the rules just as he did. He brought his arm back and the strop whispered through the air again, landing harder this time.
The moon played hide and seek amongst the towering grey masses of scudding clouds alternately bathing the path ahead in its silvery light and plunging it into an eerie darkness. Despite the breeze the summer night was warm and humid but Tanya pulled her thin jacket around her and quickened her step as she neared the churchyard. Continue reading →