this mornings maintenance spankings! M/F rl, sexual

And yes I said spankings, not spanking!


As some of you might know, my Husband has started maintenance discipline with me, again. We've only done that for one other period in our marriage.

Currently, I'm getting it twice a week, on Tue and Thur mornings after Leah has left for school, he doesn't want to have to worry about being quiet, or me having to worry about being quiet.

The last time we did this, (I have that story in my archives, under maintenance...) I will admit I had a lot of trouble getting my head around the concept of 'but I've been good, and you are Still going to spank me?!', but he had me research it before he started it, and, to help me, for which I'm thankful, he gave me something to focus on each time. It wasn't like I was being punished, but like with a punishment, for me to have something to focus on meant that I wasn't just being spanked, but was being taught a lesson, it had a reason.

He has done the same thing this time, thankfully. Say, one time I might be told, 'okay hon, I want you to remember to work on not gossiping, and what I consider gossip, do you understand?'

And when I tell him I do, he starts.

Or the theme of the day might be (and has been) my language, temper, sarcasm, etc.

I don't know why, but yesterday was Very hard for me. Now, I love being in a CDD relationship, I know that he is in charge, I love that he is in charge, I know I do better with this, but gosh, yesterday I was feeling like Such a baby about this that I actually ended up posting a couple of 'vent's at a group. And thank you ladies for your support.

And then I was reading some posts in some of the groups, and it dawned on me just how little I had to fuss about, when I compared what I had going on, with what some of our poor sisters have going on in their lives! It Really put things in perspective. I have no reason to fuss or complain, I have it very, very good, and should be much more grateful, and even more thankful for what I've been given.

So at least I went to bed with that attitude.

When I got up this morning, I was cuddled up to him, funny how I'll often go to sleep spooned by him, but wake up snuggled and cuddled with my head on his chest and in his arms. My nighty was of course up around my neck, he teases me about why I bother to wear it, and I tell him if I have to leave the house in a hurry, at least it will fall down. And while I had started the night with panties they seem to have disappeared as well.

But when he was awake, and don't you love waking up before him, and just looking at him? And okay, it's possible that my friends tease me for being a rather randy little thing normally, but gosh, since he's started the maintenance discipline, its like All I can think about is him having me! Anyway he wants, as often as he wants! I just want to sit by him, cuddle with him, sit on his lap, lay over his lap, have him bed me, have him bend me over and just Take me.

So it was with those meditative thoughts that I was stroking his chest, and when he woke up, I asked him if I could talk to him about my maintenance spanking that I had coming this morning, and how I had been feeling and some thoughts I had.

As a digression, and I know I do that a lot, sorry, this was something I had to get my head around early in our marriage, that I needed to ask him, or that I had something I needed to talk to him about, not Tell him something.

So I told him about my feelings and emotions and feeling so sorry for myself, and being so self involved and having a pity party.

He asked me if I felt guilty about it, and I was on the verge of tears again, I've been so super emotional lately, that I just nodded on his chest yes.

He told me that I'd be getting spanked this morning for that then, to help me get rid of those feelings, and I thanked him.

But, then he told me that he already had a separate lesson picked out for today, so he thought that a second spanking was needed!

Eep!

I kissed him and said 'yes Husband, whatever you think is best dear' and then he sent me to go get the family lexan paddle from it's place on the wall by the fridge, and bring back my hairbrush as well.

Then it was over his lap, nighty back up, bottom bared, and I feel like such a girl again, instead of a woman at times like this, and then I feel like a woman too, when I think of All that he can see when I'm like that, but gosh its different when it's not fooling around and punishemnt or discipline.

I don't feel sexy at such times, just well, embarrassed. And I know that he is enjoying the view and how I feel, he's told me so, that even though its a punishment or correction, he still appreciates my body.

Well, the first spanking I got was 'his' spanking, he told me he wanted to work on my arrogant attitude at work and with other women, and I caught it with both brush and the paddle, ow! And while no, not as bad as a punishment spanking, oh it was bad enough and it got my attention! I was crying pretty quickly, and very much assured him I'd watch my arrogant attitude, you bet!

Then it was my bare bottom in the corner for a bit, and then I was sent to get him the small strap, the convent strap, from London Tanners for you that know the site.

This spanking was over his lap as well, for which I was thankful, I think most of us agree, besides it being easier when your position is draped over something, nothing is quite as good as His lap to be draped over, and then I got my spanking for being self involved, and self pity, and oh gosh I got the message from the very first lick!

More corner time followed, and then we reconnected as he comforted me. He was already fairly hard, when I finished undressing him, and I got him all the way hard in my mouth, and I tried the no hands bit, giggle, but then used them, and I Loved his hands softly in my hair, I felt So sexy and so sexual, and when he was ready, he put me on the bed, my legs around his waist, and my fanny, my poor sore welted bottom rubbing against the sheets as he took me, and ohhhh yesss that added to the sensation!

I Love wrapping my legs around him, wanting More of him, I want his hands under my bottom, squeezing and pinching and taking me, sigh.

Well, I was there and back, and there and back again, and feeling like I was going to shatter, when he pulled out, and put me on my tummy, lifted my bottom up, and then slid into me from behind, his thighs 'spanking' my bottom again, oh gosh yes!

And then, well! He slid out and then rubbed over my back door, and when I 'winked', in he went! And gosh, I clamped down So hard and came so hard again!

And so, that was why I was sitting so tenderly, but happily, all day.

love,
Angie

Playing around, M/F, rl, domestic. sexual

From a while ago, when he was gone for about 18 months.....

Okay, I recieved a few 'scolding' emails, telling me it wasn't nice to tease and put up reposts without doing something new. So, here it goes. Hope you enjoy. Since my husband has is still overseas, this is a 'historical' spanking, but not one I've written about before.... and yes, there is some sex involved. So there, you've been warned.


I had just come out of the shower, humming happily to myself, after an early morning wake up romp in bed...one that left me very happy, and most pink bottomed, but now I had to scoot to get to work on time, and still had breakfast to eat.

Something I possibly would have skipped, except he knows (from me telling him) that it's bad for me, and he had caught me just the other day, skipping, and had warned me. I knew if he caught me today, there would be no more warnings, but I could always grab some fruit and yogurt to go... that would work.

I like spanking, but Not discipline spankings.... and as I was toweling my hair off, I was trying to decide what to wear, when I saw that he had already laid out something for me on the bed.

The cat made sure I noticed it, she was curled up sleeping on it. I moved the cat, and smiled.

I have talked about this some in the past, and not sure if I explained it right, as some women after have said how they could Never have a man decide what they do and don't wear.... and it isn't that way for us.

He isn't forcing me to do anything. it is a game we play, for both of our enjoyment. On my part, I LOVE that he actually notices what I wear, and than he has favorites and opinions about what he wants to see me in.

And so some days, he will lay out what he wants me to dress in.

Now, the game part is that he never picks the Whole outfit. It's either the outerwear, like today, a nice dress, the kind women wear to work over here, light blue on top, gradualy going in darker shades to the bottom. Soft light summer weight linen. But no undies...

That I would be picking out, and only later, tonight, would he find out What I had on under his pick. Other times, it's the opposite, he has set out panties and maybe a matching bra, and then I pick out what I want to wear over it....

But for today, I smile, and head to one of my panty drawers, ( I have three, full, and need to start a fourth...) already thinking what I want, that will look good under this. And pick out a nice, soft, creamy white bra and panty set, satin, string bikinis, almost too small, so they ride low in back, so the top of my bottom cleavage is showing, I know how much that turns him on... and he loves the cream color against the tan of my legs and back...and he loves seeing my bottom glowing pink (which means it's really red) under them as well... and I think of how happy I was when he had given them to me. I love that he loves me in my pretty undies as much as I love wearing them.

And I think it is sweet that the big thug (for those new to my stories, he's about 6'4" and about 250 lbs...) has no trouble in going into a lingere store or department, and looking around, and not just grabbbing the first thing there.

So, I slip them on, pull the dress on, no hose (mom was shocked when she came over here (Hawaii) and saw I would go to work quite often bare legged, wearing dress sandals...but unless I really feel like it, or need to, So hot and humid to wear pantyhose over here, and thigh highs are Such a pain...) and still happily humming, go and get something to take to work to eat, and meet Jack in the kitchen.

He pulls me over for a quick kiss, tells me I look pretty, I blush and thank him, and his hand is on my plump little rump, he's rubbing the dress softly back and forth over my fanny, then tracing the pantylines he can feel through the dress... I laugh, as I pull away, he's trying to figure out what I've got on under...good, let him wonder.

Tell him I have to run, Show him the fruit and yogurt, he kisses me again, and tells me that I'm wearing either silk or satin under the dress, from the way it slides when he rubbed me, and I just smile back.

I'm thinking throughout the day, about what is going to take place when we get home, wondering what he has planned...

I Love it when he simply takes charge, he is considerate of my feelings and likes, but he is running the show...sigh....

I catch myself in a little fantasy, as I sit supposedly catching up on paperwork, behind closed doors, and blush as I realize my hand was stroking my breast, as I imagined him taking the brush, or paddle, or tawse, to my freshly bared and pinked rump....pretty panties in a delicious tangle around my knees, or perhaps, puddled on the floor as I stand in the corner, or maybe in an untidy pile by my head as he raises that paddle high....yessss, the paddle.... I email him.

Tell him it's personal in the subject line, in case someone is watching. Send him a pic of the paddle I'm thinking of, my fave, the oven shovel/pizza paddle...broad (as he teases, the bully, big enough to cover my fat little fanny.... and before you ladies get mad, I love it when he teases me like that...), thin, light, delicious surface sting, not much deep ache, Lots of noise, oh yesssss....

And for those of you wondering how I could send it, knowing how technically inept I am at such things, he has created a folder for me, with shots of my fave toys, for such times, and drilled me, till I could....

All I send is the pic, and the two lines, "Thinking of youLove,Angie"

Work can't end fast enough, so of course there is a late patient...but I eventually make it home.

His truck is there already, and he is there, sitting in the living room, drink in hand... and he reaches out, and I go to him, and he pulls me Onto his lap, and I snuggle in, and he Kisses me till my breathe is gone, I'm melty inside, and molded against him....

He puts his arm under my legs, the other around my back, and simply stands up with me, and I feel my tummy go all warm inside, and lower parts are warmer yet, I Love how strong he is....
silly as it sounds, it takes me back to my girlhood days of reading the Conan books, and thinking that I wanted to be one of those pretty wenches with a Man like that....

I love when he carries me like this, but unlike how he would do it if we were around others, he didn't bother being careful and gathering up my dress, so it is hanging down, and I can feel the air on my pantied bottom....

and he brings me to the center island, between the dining room and kitchen, and sets my fanny on the cool marble, and I squeak... and I catch my breath as he reaches over me, and takes down the shovel.... I know I'm biting my lip... He picks me up again, but this time it's over the shoulder...and I squeal in protest, which he dutifuly ignores.

He knows what he is about. and my dress is riding up over my hips, and it's embarrassing, and turn on all at once... and he carries me to the bedroom, popping my bottom, spanks, not pats, with that lovely paddle...

"I knew they were satin."

I laugh, and in wifely fashion, correct him.

"YOU said either satin or silk,you did Not know. Honeyyyyy!!!!"

The last squealed out as he decidedly increased the sting of the spank which followed my little impudence....

Several more just like them follow, followed each time by my squealed Honey's and dears and sweetys....but I'm trapped up there, going nowhere.

Till we reach the bed.

He puts me on my feet, I'm breathless now (both from this whole scene, and getting carried tummy down!) and he stands me between his legs, 'scolding' me about how 'naughty' I've been lately, how sassy, bratty, and ill behaved I've been... how what I so Obviously am looking for, is a good, old fashioned spanking, till I'm crying and fussing and kicking and squealing, till my chubby little cheeks feel like they are on fire and tears are softly falling...

My knees are so weak,and I'm weak inside too, the words, the tone, the look, I want it So badly, I don't want it So badly.....it's going to hurt, I'm going to embarrass myself, and carry on like a bratty teen, I'm going to cry... and I wouldn't stop it for the world...

And then it's over his left leg...not both, this time... I love how it's never quite the same, how he keeps me guessing.... hands on my hips and ass, lifting me slightly, as if I weigh nothing, till my bottom is pointing Straight up.... and then he starts spanking, no love taps, but spanking, with that big hard hand of his....

My breath catches, I gasp, squeal, fuss.... he loves it that I'm not stoic... and stoic has Never described me in a spanking.

He loves spanking me in stages like this, he tells me how he loves how I look in this dress, how he loves how it hugs my curves so softly, how he loves to watch my bottom and hips sway as I walk.... god I love him so much right now.... he tells me how Good I feel under his hand like this, soft and firm all at the same time, how he Loves the little wobble that happens when he spanks me... how he can Feel the panties try to contain it....and he finishes with a flurry of harder spanks, that has me scissoring my ankles together, and mouthing protests...

Then I feel him move against me, as he bends enough to catch up the hem of my dress, and he slides it slowly, knowing it drives me nuts (in a discipline spanking, he would simply lift it matter of factly as he got down to business....) and I blush, still embarrassed after all these years for him to see me like that...wondering what he sees, if he Likes what sees yet, wondering if he thinks my fanny is too big now, wondering how the panties are fitting, the usualy girlish thoughts....and I find myself embarrassingly begging him Not to pull my dress up!

He, brute that he is, ignores me, thank god! And now his palm is popping Quite hard across both my panties, as well as the chubby little bit that has spilled out over the top, and the chubby little moons that are peaking out below.... and while panties may not provide much protection, there Is a difference between the pantied spanks and those on bare skin... that, and that fat little underhang, the thigh bottom crease, is especially attention getting no matter what....

"Oh, honEYYY! Oh It hurts,Ow oh sweetiEEEEE!!!! Not in the same spot, Nooooo! Oh not my thighs, not my thighs!!!! " and so on, and so forth....

And while I fussing and squealing and Kicking by now, his left hand is busily undoing the buttons on the back of my dress... so it is over my waist, and unbuttoned practicaly falling off, and that same wicked hand is now stroking my back and hair, and my side, touching the side of my breasts... oh god yes....and his right hand has stopped, and I'm starting to almost sniffle, and that right hand starts to trace my panties, fingers gliding under waist band, traveling between my cheeks, under the leg bands...

I'm molten, and I'm also red of face, as he finds out just How damp I am now....and he touches me There, and There, and There.... and I squeal and protest at his touch, and at his touch going away.... and then, hand Under my panties, and down he skins them, slowly, letting them stay caught up in my bottom crack, till they pull out on their own, knowing it embarrassses me, and that at times like this, that is Exactly what I need..

Letting them turn inside out, taking them not just down, but down to my knees, below them, so that when I kick, and I will kick, they will at first bind, stretch, then gradually be kicked off, till they wave from one ankle like a flag of surrender. I'm often amazed, after a long hard spanking, at how many times they are still there when it is all done, still hanging tangled from one ankle....

And know that left arm is across my back, not Hard, but firm, like pressing against the wall, I'm not going anywhere till he wants me too....scary but exciting....but scary....

And then, "Little girl, this is going to sting..." and Whap!

His palm on my already hot little bottom! I squeak, squeal (yes guys, there is a difference...) fuss, and my panties do their job, and I can only kick So wide, so have to kick more up and down...and then I don't remember anything about panties...

I Do remember telling him how Sorry I was, How I would be Good in the future, how I would behave, and how this time I really really meant it...

I remember getting sniffly, then tears softly flowing, and then, I remember how he repositioned me... he told me later, that he waited till I had indeed, kicked my panties partially off...so my legs could part wider... and he placed me now, so I was straddling his left leg, my bare pussy and wet girly parts rubbing from want and reaction to the spanking against his jean covered knee, my clitty puffy and swollen as my lips, and I feel him pick up that damn paddle now, and he cracks it down, and it is So loud, and the noise more than the sting and burn makes the tears start to flow; anything that loud Has to hurt badly, or so my mind thinks...

and each Wicked Crack of the paddle Drives my pussy down and over his leg, stimulating clit and other areas, and I am gasping, first from pain, then from pleasure, and my breathing is So shallow and So rapid... my hips are thrusting up and down, and he is now matching His spanking to My pace... such a good, good lover...he knows that when a girl is there, NOTHING gets changed, not the pace, not the position, nothing....

and then I stiffen, shatter, my tummy ripples, there is an electric current between my nipples and clit and Every spank is felt in a bad/good way on my bottom and just in a good way in my pussy and anus....

I don't know if he spanked longer, or not... I simply lay there, limp, crying from pleasure... and coming back with him stroking back, hair, face, bottom, between my cheeks, and So tender there, that the bully must have spanked inbetween when my kicking exposed what is to be left unspanked...will have such a delicious reminder tomorrow when I sit....

He lifts me up, puts me on his lap, fanny ON his lap, not hanging off, and I twist so my arms are around his neck, and I Kiss him hard and deep and long, but again, it's me who is breathless first...

I slip off his lap, kissing his chest I don't know when he got rid of his shirt, down his hard stomach, my red ass (I know, I looked.... I Always look) resting on my heels, as I undo his jeans, and take him out of his boxers.... and I suck him then, licking softly at first, teasing him, he's already hard, brute that he is..., hot semi hard, but Hard... he has told me in the past how much of a show I put on, and in Explicit, face reddening detail told me What he can see and how much it turns him on, that and my squirming and noises, and that he can do that for me....

So, now it's my turn, to show him I can be a good wife...I lick, blow lightly over the wet skin, tease, taking him him, sucking, humming my happy song again, fingers busy over his skin, his fingers in my hair, stroking, god I love that... touching my face... I can Feel that he is almost there, and stop.... and push Him back onto the bed, finish undressing him, then climb on top, his hands on my ass and I Tighten down and squeal when he kneads my rump, clamping down on him, and he rolls me over onto my back, and Rides me hard and deep, taking my legs, my knees over his elbows, opened and ready and wanting, the soft sheets harsh against tender bottom all adding to it.... and then he comes, hard.... and he keeps riding, and his finger has gone to that more private hole, and I gasp, squeal, he takes me there as well, I squeak, my eyes widen, I clamp down So hard on finger and cock, and come again....

After, much after... he says he doesn't feel like going out to eat tonight...and since I don't feel like cooking, I'm across his lap, bare abused bottom in the air, on the phone, Trying to maintain my composure as He ISN'T behaving himself in the least and is taking ALL sorts of liberties with me down 'there', and I order in some plate lunches from my favorite local greasy spoon...

He's told me I've been a Very bad girl lately, and that I will need to eat up to keep my strength up for the rest of the night....

love and kisses,

Angie

Tease, F/F domestic play,sexual

I had been tormenting you ever since we got off of work.

I met you at the bar you like, and I had on an ankle length, tight sheath, so you wouldn't be able to reach under my skirt and cop a cheap feel.

I wore the perfume you like so much, the one where when you kiss me you breathe it in and seem to shudder, as you kiss me deeper.

I get my kiss, kisses actually, and then I pull away as your hand wanders possessively over my hip and ass. I love it that you are so demonstrative in public,and I know which game you are playing now, trying to trace my panties, and figure out which ones I have on...

"Help please" I ask, and point to the high stool, and you smile at me, and easily lift me up and plop my bottom down on it, and I primly cross my legs.

I let you order us drinks, and your arm is around my waist and over my hips and ass as I cuddle in to you, enjoying being yours.

I occasionally steal a kiss, but never let you get to far.

I can tell this is getting to you.

Our reservations are called, and you help me down, and swat me lightly on the bottom to head me in the right direction, and I flash you a bright and happy smile. Sitting across from you, I wait until after we have ordered, and slip off a shoe, and I play footsie with you, running my toe up and down your legs, laughing as I watch you almost spit out your drink, and then you gasp as the toes tickle up your inner thigh.

"Angie" you say, oh so sternly, so of course I giggle, "behave yourself or else...? "

"Or else what?" I tease back, tongue on my lips.

"Or else you will find out that you aren't to old or to big to be taken over my knee and spanked when we get home, young lady.."

Oh yes, jackpot! My pussy dampened instantly at your words, and spoken in public no less, and from the amused looks and quiet gasps from the tables around us, a not unheard threat. Which made it all the more special.

Demurely I look down when I answer "Yes ma'am" and I note your nipples stiffen, and I smile, and run my toes up your leg again. Since you are driving, I enjoy myself and have a few drinks, relaxing quite nicely, playing little games all through dinner.

After, I walk out in your arms, my head against you, happy and content. The valet brings the car around, and you help me in with a resounding crack against my bent over fanny, so of course I have to squeal out a "Julieeeee" in protest, loving it all the while.

As we pull out, you tell me to hike my skirt up so my bottom is uncovered, and then to take my panties off and to give them to you, and I blush. It's not so much the exposure, but knowing that you will see just how wet I am.

I start to protest, and get warned, once, in that voice, and I do as I am told. My now bare fanny is tickled (and in between!) and I squirm, and I hand you my wet panties, and you sniff lightly, and then hang them from the rear view mirror, for the whole world to see! When we get home, you let me take my panties in, but then make me hang them on the key holder, like I get for a punishment spanking, so anyone coming in will know I've been naughty again.

You grab my hair, and kiss me hard, not letting me play any more games, and then you pick me up and carry me into the bedroom. I am stripped, and then upended over your lap, and spanked and teased and spanked and tormented and spanked some more, until I was sore and hot and wet and needy and begging for more, begging for relief.

To be spanked naked like this, while you are fully clothed, to be fingered and probed and fondled, despite my squirms and protests, it is all to much.

I need you so badly.

I am dumped on the bed, and told to get fanny up and head down and to shut my eyes, and I do it. I hear you getting undressed, but do not look, being your good girl for now.

Then I am ordered to roll over, and there you are, with that strap on bobbing in front of me.

"Suck me" you say, and I do, and then you pull me to your face and kiss me, fingering my pussy, your pussy, and you lay me back and my legs wrap high and tight around your waist as you take me, and I croon my love for you into your ear.

love,
Angie

Sleep pants F/F play

I loved her plump little bottom, the way her heart shaped ass would wiggle and jiggle when I spanked her, cheeks clenched tight, then flaring wide apart, exposing her exquistite charms.

Not that it took much for her to be exposed; she has one of those figures where the slightest bend was enough to cause her puss and her little pink anus to be on full display.

And I loved that showing off so embarrassed her. Embarrassed, and excited her. Because it was so 'naughty' as she put it, and it didn't matter that I had seen the little wench's bottom and other tender parts close up on many, many occasions. When I was 'punishing' her,she got embarrassed, and excited. Swollen, puffy and wet.

I, on the other hand, didn't get embarrassed. Just excited, swollen,puffy and wet.

I loved watching her around the house, just doing stuff, admiring her figure, and the way she moved. Now, she had on a pair of rather thin,rather snug sleep pants, that seemed to mold themselves to her rump.Hugging the undercurve, and they were snug enough that I could see that delicious line where fanny turned to thigh... the same area that produced equally delicious squeals when I put hand or brush there.And her little sleep pants were drawn up between her cheeks and when my little wench bent over, like now, oh my!

Her legs were slightly spread, as she picked her mess up off the floor, and the light hit her just right, and through the light material, I could clearly see the outline of her pussy, and I could also see that they were damp. Such a naughty girl I have.

I walk up behind her, keeping her bent with a gentle hand in her back as she starts to rise, pressing my groin against her bottom and god she feels hot!

She sighs softly as I pat her rear, then let my fingers trace the designs on her sleep pants, and trace the patterns down between her legs, and along, and through those pouty nether lips, while she whimpered and sighed and pleaded wordlessly, but not soundlessly, for more, for release.

She tried to stand again, and I was glad, it was always more fun to have a 'reason' to spank her soundly, no matter how unfair it was.And it excited her too.

I scolded her for not minding me, and told her if she was going to be so bad, the only thing left for me to do was spank her. Spank her soundly. Long and hard, till she cried and begged for forgivness and promised to be good in the future.

I promised her my hand, thebrush, and the sorority paddle, and I could hear the whimper in her voice as she tried to tell me that it was too much, so I added backtalking to her list of crimes....

I love the way her bottom wobbles under the thin sleep pants as I start her spanking, and I think what her red swollen bottom is goingto look like later, as she lays on her tummy, face between my thighs,when I let her thank me for correcting her....

love,
Angie

Catherine's valentine day, part 5 FF, sexual

"Work? What do you mean I'm going to work too? I'm off today, and..."

"Catherine, I don't mean you are going in to Your work, sugar. You are coming to My office, and are going to be put to work there, young lady!"

I could see the light finally going on above her pretty little red head.

"Oh. Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Big smile, as she undertstood that this was going to be some type of play time."

'kay, but you said I had to shower after you! What, don't you Want to shower with me?"

That, as she was 'sprawled' on the bed, just so. One arm behind her head, red hair fanned around her again, one knee bent and pointing up, the other knee, slightly bent and in, showing off one hip...my little girl was working it hard...and I realized I had forgotten what I was saying.

She had that little 'I win' smile on her face now, and she had. I leaned forward, to give her her reward, a nice wet kiss...and then steeled myself, and pulled away

."Baby, sweety, the problem is that I Do want to shower with you. And wash you. And touch you All over, inside and out, missy, and then get down to some Serious molesting, and then....."

As I detailed what I wanted to do to her, she blushed, even as she smiled and oh my'ed and scissored her thighs.

"But, baby, I Do have to get in, and I know I won't be able to if I have you in there with me, got it, missy?"

A giggle and a "Yes ma'am", very much a lower case ma'am, was my answer.

"Besides, I have a job for you while I get ready, geez, I'm running late! You, young lady, get to pick out what you want me to wear to the OFFICE. Your choice, but remember, we are going to be coming home later, and I will change again, if you want, before we go to the club. So, OFFICE clothes, but your call, and that means you get to pick everything, brat. Oh, and honey? I want you to stay as you are until I come back, and you help me dress..."

And then a quick kiss, and I was gone, as she blushed, concious only now that I had mentioned it, at her state of dress, or rather partial state of dress... only the sheer bra, and that not all the way on, she, like me, more embarrassed by partial nudity than full.I took a quick shower, long ago learned from growing up on the farm with three other sisters, and then life in the Army. Long soaks are nice, but not always needed. A quick shampoo, then lather and rinse the body, rinse out the shampoo, and I was done.

And back into the bedroom, to see what she had out. Smiling at the sight that greeted me there. Clothes put on the bed, but, my sugar bending over, in one of the lower dresser drawers looking for something, fanny waving in the air, pinkish red brush marks still evident in places.I came up behind her, and popped her lightly on the fanny, catching her as she squeaked, and preventing her from bumping her head.

Got a "That wasn't very nice" followed by "I got it!" as she pulled something out.

And she did a Vanna pose, displaying what was on the bed.Bit her lip, as I looked.

"I, I was hoping you would go retro today...."

I smiled, retro would do Just fine for the frame of mind I was in. And I told her so, and then I asked her to help me dress.Big smile as my bare bottomed baby did just that.She loves me in retro, as she sometimes calls it. Other times, she calls it my June Cleaver look. But I like it too. The old style fashions, meant to show off, to compliment a woman's curves, styles that emphasised that she was a woman, not a girl, with a woman's figure, but yet, not vulgar.

For those too young to remember the movies from that time, more modern movies, such as L.A. Confidential, or China Town or Pearl Harbor can show you what I mean.

But first, a lady always dresses from the skin out. And she had laid out the retro lingere as well. Some may think of old fashioned panties, as being matronly. Some people need to take a Long, hard look at the old Betty Page photos.The bra and panty set were black, with narrow, expensive lace trim. Semi sheer. Almost, not quite hiding me. The panties were snug, nylon briefs, riding up partly between my cheeks, and I heard her moan slightly as I let her tug them into place. I grabbed her briefly, and kissed her not so briefly.

Next, because a proper lady always wears the correct foundations, the black, with lace panels, open bottomed girdle, with attached garters. Of course.

A bit snug, but that was the whole point. And not that I minded her hands helping to tug things where they should be. I was already feeling different inside, as I ran my own hands down my sides, my tummy, over my hips and fanny, as my little bitch slid the stockings up one leg, then the other, attaching them with practiced ease to the garters.

Black slip, next. After all, improper to have any panty lines or lines from undergarments showing.

And then the blouse, saphire, silk, one of my favorites, the neckline just high enough so that the slip didn't show. Grey, soft pleated skirt, slightly above the knee, Snug at waist, and snug at hips and bottom as well, and only slightly looser at the bottom. And last, the matching tailored jacket,the kind that emphasised, rather than minimimzed my hips. Whether standing, or walking.

I let her brush the make up on quick, she has such good hands, the problem had been with Me learning to relax and just let her do it. Hair pulled back in a loose french braid, pearl studs in my ears, a small pearl necklace peeking through my open collar. High heel shoes, the women will know the kind I mean without more detail, the men wouldn't know if I described in much more detail.

A quick spray of perfume, and I was ready.Kissed her, thanked her. Swatted her.And gave her her own instructions, before I left.

1. She had ONE hour to be at the office. No later than that. Or it would be a PUNISHMENT spanking, and not a play one she got for acting out. That got her attention and a quick "yes Ma'am!" Upper case Ma'am this time, I noticed.

2. Her outfit was to be something that was pushing it for the office, but not too much. None of the naughtier club wear. Perhaps too short, or too tight, or too low, well, she got the idea.

3. Today, I wasn't Angie, I was Ms. Johnson. And my office manager wasn't Julie, but was Mrs. Concepcion. And she had Better not forget.And then I left, wondering how the day was going to play out.


love,
Angie
ps There are one to three more parts of this series out there somewhere, in cyberspace, but I don't have them anymore. So if anyone knows where they are, please let me know? Otherwise, this is where it's going to stop for now.

Catherine's valentine day, part 4, FF, sexual

"Well, my randy little bitch, are you planning on getting out of bed sometime today?"

That,teasingly, to my pale skinned girl with her red hair fanned out in disarray over the pillows... My girl, the one with the wanton, 'take me anyway you want me ' bedroom eyes...

I felt my own pussy tighten, swell, and ripple as I looked down at my sated little wife.Happy, happy sigh.

"Nope, not really...well, other then when you carry me back and forth to the bathroom, but other than that, AngiEEEEE!!!"

Squeals and giggles as I tickled her, Everything so sensitive on her right now...

"Oh, is that so? You Are a horny little slut, aren't you!?"

And then I could feel my eyes getting that bedroom look to them... my voice suddenly Very husky....

"God, I love you. Whose little bitch are you,baby girl?" The question, followed by a hard kiss, long, deep.And she answered when it stopped, still partly breathless.

"Y-yours Ma'am, I'm Your little bitch! I'm Your very happy, very horny little bitch! Now, bed me again! Uh, please?"A half hearted concession to my 'Ma'am' status...I kissed her again.

"Hmmm, wish I could, baby."

KNEW the pout was coming, even before I saw it.

"Sweety..." and this with a cautionary tone, coupled with a gentle finger to her lips, forestalling any comment that might get that pretty bottom into Real trouble, and that I didn't want today.

"...Listen to me now, Listen well. Understand me, little bitch?"

Big eyes, a nod of the head, lips still in contact with my finger, as she acknowledged that she did indeed understand.

"Babygirl, if I had my way, there is Nothing I would rather do, than spend all day in bed with my little wife, sweety."

That got me a smile, and a kiss on my finger.

"But..."

THAT got me a pout, so I tapped those pretty lips lightly.

"But, missy, I Do have to go into work, in a little while, for a little while. And, you knew that, so NO pouting, young lady! I've been So happy with you, how good you have been, how hard you have been trying, and I Don't want you acting out, just 'cause you are in a snit, okay?"

A nod. A most relucant little nod.And she rolled onto her back, in an 'apparent' effort to get more comfy, without seeming to pull away from me.I must admit, that I smiled as her fanny rolled on the sheets, and her eyes got So big and her mouth made the most delicious little surprised 'O'!Knew that feeling as well... still happy, still in love, still warm and fuzzy and melty inside, but, the Intense high of the recent passion now gone, and you really Had forgotten just How badly that recent spanking had hurt!

But she remembered now. Oh yes she did.

Accusing little eyes, wet, as she rolled Off her plump little fanny Much faster than she had rolled onto it. My smile was Much wider now....

".....ot Funny! My bottom Hurts! You spanked Hard!"

Indignant pout! Remembering, reaching back, to check with tender fingers if her memories were real.MOST indignant pout,slight quivering outrage in her tone then.

"I Can't believe you spanked me Between my cheeks! That was mean!"

Pout pout pout.Laughing softly at her now...

"Well sweety, it Is Valentines day, I wanted that pretty little heart shaped bottom of yours to be at Least the color of that pretty heart shaped muff you love to show off. And besides, until the hurt goes away, when ever your cheeks rub together, when ever you sit to fast, or catch a door wrong, or I simply pat that little bottom, you are going to feel it; feel it on your bottom, and feel it elsewhere, won't you, my little slut?"

A blushing nod, not going to answer mean old me right now...

"Now, sugar, did you have anything special you wanted to do tonight, after work?"

A nibbled lip, meaning that yes, there Was something she really really wanted, but that she wasn't going to ask me about. And I thought I knew why.

"Uh, no Ma'am, I thought, you know, we could just hang out here, and stuff..."

Uh huh. She was Much more of a party girl than I was. And Valentines day, at one of the nearby lesbian bars or clubs was guaranteed to be packed. Not normally my thing at all. But she had been So good, always important to take your girl out and do something special on Valentines day.Kissed her softly.

"Sweety? That's nice of you to offer, really... but, I was wondering if you would like to go out for dinner, and drinks, and dancing at Lipstick's tonight."

Huge smile, a gasp from me as she strangled me in a sudden hug, soft lips all over, and damn, I wasn't going to make it out of bed yet!Disengaged myself.

"I take it that's a yes?"

Smiling as she happily started to bounce up and down in place on the bed. Until her plump little rump rapidly realized that wasn't a great idea, at all."

Yes yes yes, it's a yes! Geez!"

"And would you like to dress up, as in 'dress up' for tonight? "

"Yes! Please, thank you! Uh, honey?"

"Hmmm?"

"Um, would you dress up too?"

"Yes baby brat, I would..."

"Now though, I need to take a quick shower, and get dressed for work. And then You need to take a shower, and get dressed, missy, as YOU are going to be coming to work at my office today as well..."

love,
Angie

Catherine's valentines day, part 3, FF, sexual

Part 3 (note, some of the language may sound harsh, but, if you have read others of the Angie and Catherine stories, THAT is what my little sweetie likes. To be called my pretty little bitch, or my sweet little slut, melts her as if I called her sugar or dear...)

Catherine's eyes were shiny, with that bedroom look that told me she was a very happy girl, but not entirely with me anymore, she was in her own little world.

I slid her slightly more to the center of the bed, and I snuggled closer to her as I did, still semi seated, semi reclining, the left side of my body snug against her right side. I tucked my left leg under my body, and curled slightly, towards her a bit more. My left arm, still hooked around her legs, still 'enforcing' the diaper position.... the name alone, enough to bring forth a blush from my girl.

I took that pretty brush, and stroked that soft, soft red muff, delighting in the sounds I could elicit from my pretty little captive. Flicking those Soft bristles down, over the top of her swollen hood...then Flicking them back Up against it, pulling it back, slightly, exposing that puffy, hard, needy little clit.Leaning forward and kissing that very needy little clit, feeling those legs straighten against my body, try to come down, but I won't let her cheat herself like that.

Kiss, nibble, and lick some more. A Lot more. Inarticulate pleadings coming from her other lips, now. My tongue, now soft, now hard, now soft again.

I was in charge of her pleasure, her body, not her. And it was what we both wanted.Her body fighting against her pleasure, against my will, now.

So I Tell her to relax her knees, to let them go loose, and when she does, I bend those knees backwards, till they are tight against that soft, pretty chest.

Pin her there, lean over, and kiss that wet little pussy, as my hand slides down one of the straps to that sexy little bra...pink, crinkly nipple almost exposed now...She was so close, panting, gasping, needing...lost in her own little world.

So it was then, that I CRACKED the brush down hard, hitting low, hard, across the base of both cheeks at once, that sensitive thigh -fanny crease that is Always such an attention getter, right across that central divide between those soft cheeks, that shadowy divide that was slightly parted, due to both her position that I had enforced, and due to her own wanting and need and relaxing to my attentions.

Hushed, breathless squeal, at the unexpected spank, when she thought she was so close to release... Not so breathless squeals, as four more spanks, just as hard, and as close as I could make them to landing Right on the first spot.... I knew that besides the Hurt of each spank, the repeated spanks would cause a Burn that would grow. And grow.And grow. Blossoming, the sum becoming more than the parts.

Smiled at her, wickedly, at the Big wet eyes, seeing also how her little fanny Clenched so tightly now, that pretty little divide almost gone, as she clenched so tightly, almost a unibum look, I would tease her later.

Three more quick, hard spanks, again, all to the same area. The Exact same area. Frantic wriggling, wiggling, even more frantic pleas and squeals as she attempted to escape, but, besides the pretty view, and the amazing access to All those fun little places of hers, the legs up and back position I had her in now, knees so tight to chest, she really had very little leverage, little chance to escape, as I pinned her there with my body.

One soft, pale breast, the left, the same one that I had lowered the bra strap to, had come uncovered. She was gathering more air in, preparing to squeal or plead, I didn't really care which, and I leaned forward, hard, pinning her, kissing her, harder, stealing that breath away.

Could sense, without seeing, her bottom now not only relaxing, but more than that, Flaring wide, sore little fanny cheeks not wanting to be by one another right now.Opening, even if involuntarily, for me, offering herself, to me, giving herself, to me... and I raised up enought to properly see what I was doing, and spanked again.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Four hard, fast spanks, two to each soft, tender, Exposed inner cheek, before she had time to reclench. My little bitch would be feeling those when she walked, or sat...and I smiled wickedly at her...

Taking the bristles, and softly brushing between her legs, crys of distress, turning almost as fast to crys of need, of want, of desire...god she was wet...Using my body alone now, to hold her in place.

My left arm snaking between folded thighs, and her tummy, fingers tugging lightly, so lightly on her heart shaped curls. Thumbing her clit as I did so. Stretching out, capturing that exposed nipple with my teeth, holding it lightly, as I reversed that punishing, wicked brush.

Taking the smooth, round, cherry wood handle, sliding it through her wetness, feeling as much as hearing her gasp.Letting the end of the handle bump, just bump, against her clit, then back down again...sliding through and between her soft, dewy, parted, swollen lips. Lower yet, the tip now against that winking little pucker, rimming her there, as I kissed her breast, and thrummed her clit...

Feeling her shatter...tighten, relax, tighten again.

Releasing her legs, easing them down, since she had no control of her own body now, I had brought her here, it was My responsibility to care for her now.Keeping hands and brush in place, sliding my own sweat slick body up against hers, kissing hard, as I continued to threaten her little bottom hole, and continued to massage, gently, that so so sensitive clit...

Feeling that bare breast against my chest, nipple poking into me. Kissing her, all over, soft, gentle, come back to earth now princess kisses...

And finally she did, her eyes at long last refocusing on my face, my eyes. Big naughty smile.Propping myself up on one elbow, leaning over her, noses almost touching.

"Well, Hi there, you naughty little slut!"

Gentle kiss...

"Happy Valentines day, kitten...I Love you."

Gentle kiss again.

"Oh, and baby bitch? I have some plans for us today..."

love,
Angie

Catherine's valentines day part 2, F/F, sexual

I took the brush, bristle side down, and lightly rubbed her tummy, right above that heart shaped little red muff. She moaned, tummy sucking in for a split second, before she relaxed into the sensation, softening, cooing her pleasure.

"Now, young lady...", that, as I brought the brush lower yet, and her naughty little bottom seemed to push up slightly, as if she was offering something for me to touch and pet..."... that is a Very cute and sexy little panty and bra combo, so while I'm brushing you, you Better be a good girl, and Not stretch them out, do you understand, young lady?"

All of that, with a mock severity that was made a lie by my smile and my eyes, which never left hers. Except for when I stole glances at that red little muff, that puffy clit hood, those lips, softening, swelling, parting, that...I ran the brush, gently, softly, through those curls.

A combination of coo, sigh, and moan, a sound that was uniquely hers, came to me.

My own pussy was very hot herself, now...I continued to softly brush out those soft red curls...more soft urgent noises...and thighs, starting to spread, offering herself to me...letting the delicously soft bristles start to just glide over the hood of her clit, and hips raising in a most unladylike way, legs scissoring, thighs spreading farther yet....too far. Good.

"Catherine Alexandra!" That, sharp, direct, and her response was a sudden intake of breath, she knew she was in 'trouble' but wasn't exactly sure what she had done.

"I thought I told you NOT to stretch out your new little panties, missy!" I scolded her, tsking, in that mom sort of way, the way that gets her All hot and bothered when we play, the way that simply gets her weepy when it isn't.

"Well, I can see that I am Just going to have to take those little panties down and off, young lady, since you can't seem to behave yourself!" and I had both hands at her hips, despite her panties being at her knees, and slid them slowly down, till I got to the little tiny fabric rope stretched palely between her knees, urged those knees closer together, and slid the little bit of dainty nothingness off and dropped it on the pillow, by her head.

I was close to her face when I did so, so of course leaned over, kissed her, eyes, nose, mouth... and my own nostrils flared wide, as I was also close enough to her panties that could smell the musk of her arousal. My blood felt like it was on fire....I scolded my naughty one some more, as I brushed, firmer now, through her red curls, over her clit, across her lips, as she fought to maintain as much contact as she could with the bristles, wanting , needing more. Not wanting it stop there, but yet, wanting to be touched elsewhere at the same time

."You Know what happens to naughty girls, who don't listen, Catherine, my little Cat, my little kitten..."

I reversed the brush, she shivered, her tummy rippling, involuntary contractions, sexy as hell, one of her hands going without her realizing to her breasts, softly touching, rubbing stroking...and I Tapped the brush on her inner thighs, just taps, for now.

"Naughty girls,kitten, they get Spanked..." and she got her first spank, with the word, on her soft, tender inner thigh...

"....spanked long, and hard, All over, on their bottoms and their thighs..."More spanks, soft, but spanks, on both of her thighs, the inner part, that stings but is such a Good hurt at times like these, the sting going directly to her clitt and pussy... so wet, so very wet.But sting it does, and I scolded more, as she tried to close her legs, not that she wanted it to stop, but, simply couldn't help herself.

I knew how my poor sweety felt.

Smiled.

And used that knowledge of her body against itself.

Taking the bristles now, as I scolded her for not keeping her legs parted, since she had So obviously wanted them parted just moments before, which is why I had to take her panties off of her... she blushed, stammered, unable to think, to form a coherent answer, and I knew what that was like as well...Scolded her for not behaving, for not answering, for not keeping those pretty thighs parted, as I took the bristles and brushed the areas I had just spanked, the sensation almost too much for her, her plump little bottom coming off the bed,legs parting, then closing Hard, on brush and hand.

So, I stopped, reached over, gathered both legs around the knees, and pulled her legs up until she was in the dreaded diaper position...ALL of her charms so very nicely on display right now!

Whimpers of shame, and arousal coming from those pouty swollen lips. Scolding, what a bad girl, what a naughty girl, how she Needed a good old fashioned spanking...her pretty little pussy so wet, so wanting... and so I gave it to her, an old fashioned bottom warming with that cherry wood brush, All over that bouncing little bottom, ignoring her fussing, her tensed legs, her pleas and begging and crying.... stopping only to scold some more, although it is possible that when I stopped, my right hand, the one that still held the brush even as my left arm held her legs Tightly in place, well, that hand May have rested on those needy little areas that she wanted touched and played with.

And stroked, and brushed, and touched some more. And then it was back to the spanking....

Angie, more coming

Catherine Alexandra's valentines day, F/F,sexuall

Another repost from long ago....

"Angggiieeeeeeeeeeeee!"

I looked up from my book in the den, at my sweeties call. Just like an overgrown kid sometimes, heaven forbid she actually walk that pretty little butt down here instead of simply yelling.

But, she had been So good lately. Much better behaved than usual, and I had been happy with her, and had let her know it, so this was minor. And so, smiling at what my imp was up to now, I got up, and went to see.

I was walking to where I suspected she was, confirmed by another "Annnngggiiieeeeeee, come here, please?"

The tone, and the please, more signs of the effort she was making to behave herself. We had had More than a few LONG talks about manners.

Almost there, so I was close enough I could answer without yelling."Yes sweety, I'm coming..."

And I heard the imp giggle at that. At times, her humor was on par of a High School boy. But it was all part of the package I loved.

And the giggle meant she hadn't been naughty, or at least too naughty.Which answered one of the questions as I rounded the corner to the guest room, and saw her standing in the corner, the one I've sent her too more than once, both before, and after a long, hard talk with the brush.

But, I suspected already, that she wasn't there as a gesture of repentance as she prepared to disclose some new misdeed.My breath caught, as I saw her there. So beautiful. Red hair hanging down, loose, over those fair shoulders and neck... face hidden for now.

I smiled, she was often much better 'behaved' when she was playing, like now, then if she was there waiting for a real lesson; then, more than likely, that pretty little face, those pouting little lips, those little girl 'I love you' eyes would have turned towards me as she heard me enter. But, since she was playing, she kept her nose in place.

And there was no doubt that this was play, not confession time. Besides all the previous clues, was how she was dressed, or rather undressed. From the rear, all I could see was the backstrap of a sheer off white bra, and what was probably a matching gstring slung around those lush hips.

Hard to tell, as the elastic around her waist was so tiny as to be almost invisible, except for the little jewled heart which served to connect all three bands of her panties, and the even skinnier thread going between her cheeks, was so slender as to readily give me a view of both halfs of the puckered little rosebud it ran over.

Because my naughty one was also slightly bent, and toes were pointing slightly in....naughty, naughty girl...But, none the less, the color was a concession to me, instead of her normaly beloved purple or red panties...

And my comment earlier, about how I knew she wasn't dressed like this for a bad girl spanking? That I knew, because after the ONE time I had sent her upstairs to wait for me in the corner, and she had quickly changed from what she had one to one of my Favorite outfits, and had blatently tried to seduce her way out of her most deserved punishment, I had cured her of that little trick.

With the help of the hated rubber strap.

So no, my little Catherine was all about the day, and giving....I came up close behind her, Very close, and reached around and hugged her, very close, and god, she Felt so good, smelled so good, looked so good...I simply stood there, happy, relaxed, and held her for a moment, content with just that, and I could feel her relax into me, safe in knowing I was there, protecting and loving her.

I inhaled deeply, the sweet soft scent of her hair, and from her skin, intoxicating.And the brat's nose was still in the corner! A fact which she made sure to point out.

"See Angie, I haven't even turned once! and.."

"No, sugar, you sure didn't, babygirl..." and I brushed the hair from one side of her neck, and my pussy tightened as I saw the shivers on her skin at the combined touch of fingers and hair.

"...you've been a Very good girl, sweety! Thank you..." a kiss, and a moan, soft, low, needy...One hand on her hip, stroking between waist and hip, the other, on that soft warm tummy, rubbing just above those low slung panties."...very, very, much, baby."

And I punctuated each word with a kiss.She was now partialy leaning against the wall, with her upper body, and her fanny was pressing back tight into my tummy and groin, as she slowly melted there.

"So, naughty one.." and smiled at her gasp, "...turn and let me see." And she did, and now I was the one who melted.I had been right, the bra was off white, and very, very sheer. Pale pink nipples, and the pinkish circles around them very much on display.My eyes taking in the smile on her pretty face, the laughing eyes, the sweet neck, going down,from lush breasts, to incurved waist, then back out to flared sexy hips.. and those Very matching panties.Sheer. Rising Just above her little red muff. The one that she kept short and neat, in the shape of a heart, just for me. And these tiny panties were a gift to me, the 'wrapping' on her Valentine heart.

"Oh baby, I love your outfit!" Deep kiss, now.."You look So good in it! Thank you!"

Another deep kiss, and her thigh lifted, wrapped slightly around mine...I reached down, an arm under her knees, the other around her waist, her arms still tight around my neck, her eyes closed now, and I lifted her, and carried her to the bed. Sat down, with her on my lap, before I rolled her off, onto her side, and went and got the brush off the dresser that she had so nicely left for me.

The smallish oval one, cherry wood, but such soft, soft bristles... I knew what my baby wanted.I tapped it into my palm, lightly, as I walked back, letting her see, letting her hear. I heard her response, the whimper, saw it, the trembles, the shivers, the biting of lip, soft almost imperceptable scissoring of thighs.

Sat beside her, facing her, wanting her to see what I was feeling as well."Well, little miss Catherine Alexandra..."Her breathing, fast and shallow, held tightly at the use of full first and middle name."... you have been such a Very good girl lately, and I Have noticed, sweety. And you know what happens to good girls, don't you?"

Another whimper, more sexy as all hell lip biting, a shy head shake no, even though she did indeed know. But for play, fibbing was okay.

"You don't? Well, good girls, " and I set the brush down softly on her tummy, watching it contract..."...good girls get good girl hairbrushings, and good girl spankings, little one..."

And tummy was arching up, as I Slowly slid my fingers into the front of her panties, those Very wet little panties, that hid Nothing from me. Fingertips grazing her muff, then lower, and then Not touching what she wanted touched in the worst way. Gathering those little panties, both hands, slowlyyyy pulling them down, not helping in back, letting them 'tug' out on their own from between her sexy ass cheeks. Loving her squeal as they did, then the gasp, the blush, as I lowered them to her knees, for now at least. I picked up the brush, and turned it, bristle side down.....more coming....

lol
Angie

Angie and Elle conclusion, F/F, sexual

My pretty Elle and I had been enjoying our stay at the hotel so very much. This little convention by Spanking Memories was going to leave the both of us with with quite a few spanking memories of our own.

Elle had gotten more used to being exposed and spanked in front of an audience, though she still blushed delightfully, and her fans would be treated to two sets of red cheeks.

But, for the last couple of days, she had had just a wee bit of an attitude. A little sniff, or a pout or a lip stuck slightly out when asked to do something, or to STOP doing something. I had smacked her bottom a couple of times already, but it hadn't been that bad yet.

But I had a surprise for her, the next time she let it get out of hand, and my Elle didn't let me down, brat that she is.

Now, a lot of men have written about this problem, but believe me, Fem Fem couples have it too. Where one partner, usually the spankeef or some reason, starts feeling like she isn't physically perfect,and then takes it out on herself and her partner. And that was the road Elle decided to go down.

I won't go into ALL the details, out of respect for her privacy, but it's enough to say that HER opinion was in no way MY opinion of how lovely I thought she was.

So, after being treated to this latest little mini tantrum, I pulled her over my lap for a quick spanking by hand, just to get the point across, and make her more compliant.

I threw up the hem of her blue flowered sundress till it was well up her back, and then I lowered the blue flowered satin panties (the brand was Delicates, DTR ) that I had found to go with it. Lowered them to mid thigh, any lower, and she would stretch them out with her kicking. She is such a baby when it comes to her real spankings.

I lightly scolded her as I heated up her bottom, till it was a nice rosy glow ALL over, and I do mean all over, especially her soft and so kissable little spank spots. But time for comforting her later.

Now that the tantrum was over, I told her that was JUST the warm up,and that the rest of her punishment would be done in public, and so saying I rerighted her, and pulled her undies up WELL in between hercheeks, took her hand, and led her out into the crowd.

I walked my now sweet again and meek girlfriend to one of the vendors booths. She recognized which one, and gasped, but other than a little slowing on her part, she offered no resistance.
She knew this place, because we had been here JUST the day before,when I brought her here to have a custom paddle made. I watched her now, as she blushed even harder, as she looked over her shoulder at the spanking horse by the entrance as I led her past it.

She had spent some time OVER that same horse yesterday, pantied fanny facing out into the commons area, as the owner measured her fanny,after I had told him what I had wanted. She had grown QUITE indignant at having her bottom measured (which I could understand, I would have been too, if it had been me draped over like that. But I wasn't, so too bad for her) and so I had to borrow a paddle and light her little jiggly butt up good, and I KEPT paddling her till she begged for the chance to behave. Only then did I relent.

I know it sounds mean, but I also knew how aroused this was going to make my young girlfriend, and how much fun we were going to have in our room later as I comforted her ALL over.

Elle had heard me tell the owner and his wife how I wanted a custom paddle made, one that was long enough to cover both cheeks with one spank. One that was to be used when she was draped over something besides my knee. One that went two inches or so beyond her bottom on each side so that I would be ensured of not having the edge of the paddle hit her bottom if she took to squirming too much. And, I told them, I wanted it to have holes. Three rows of holes. Elle had gasped at that, from her fanny up head down position over the horse, but that was all she did.

The woman showed me some different patterns, and I picked a nice diamond design. The middle row would have it's hole first, followed by the holes from the upper and lower rows together. Then another from the middle row by itself. Overall, the effect was quite fetching. (I'm sorry, I don't know how to 'draw' with a comp, but thedesign would look something like this <> )

I also told them, when they talked to me about my options, about how yes, I DID want the holes beveled and countersunk, no undue spanking blisters here. The wife told me that while this would reduce them, of course, that if applied vigorously or for a prolonged time, they still might appear. She was rubbing her own fanny ruefully (punintended, rue....) in rememberance, and I told her, loud enough for Elle to hear, that if the behavior warranted it, that was the price she would pay. I was rewarded by another gasp, AND a whimper from Elle.

But Elle hadn't heard me tell them my other details for the paddle,or see me hand them my own handdrafted blueprints. They had both raised eyebrows at it, and said something in carpenter language I didn't understand, and then said it was doable, but it would cost a bit more. That I told them, wouldn't matter, Elle was worth it. Theythen asked me if they could produce it for others, as they said it was going to be a big seller in the community, and I told them to feel free.

So, here we were again.By now, we had quite a crowd following us. Apparently our little sessions were becoming quite popular, and everyone recognized the signs of Elle's impending punishment. So, my naughty girl had quite the appreciative audience when I again bent her over the horse, head well down, fanny WELL up, and her dress up over her back again, and this time, after I fastened her wrists to the front legs (I didn't want her reaching back and hurting herself)and her legs wide apart to the back legs. Oh, AFTER I had pulled her panties all the way off. I didn't want them to get stretched outafter all. I hung them from a little hook conviently put there at the head of the horse for just that purpose. Such a nice little touch,and the wife just smiled and said thanks when I mentioned it.

Then they brought out Elle's paddle and handed it to me. It was impressively long, I won't say how long, as if you weren't there to see, too bad, and if you were, you already know how big her bottom is. But also, it was long because of the extra two inches at either end.

It was about four inches wide, and the pattern of holes was great,just like in the drawings. And it was apparent from the rich darkwood, that it had been made from some type of exotic hard wood.Obviously quite heavy. Elle had started whimpering. I took it and knelt down by her head, and showed her the engraving so delicately down on the handle.

Elle's Magic paddle

I showed her the holes, nice dime sized holes, and she whimpered as I ran my fingers over those holes, telling her she was in for quite the lesson.

I heard someone in the crowd ask what the handle said, and I told them, and someone snickered, and said it was because it was going to make her magically behave after. Wrong.
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I took the hem of Elle's dress again, and lifted it till it covered her head despite her squeals and protests. As much as she hates seeing what is about to happen, she hates it even MORE when she can't see. The trouble with having an over active imagination, you know.

Once she was blindfolded by her own skirt, I turned to the crowd, put my finger to my lips, and then held the paddle up, and showed them what made it special. I ran my fingers over the holes, and into them , and then, I flipped the blade over, and ran my fingers over the holes from the backside, except this time, they didn't go in.

That was because exept for the FIRST three holes, and the LAST threeholes, in the two inches on either side that WASN'T going to smack tender girly flesh, the rest only looked like they went all the way though. Well, they did in a way.

First. The paddle wasn't as heavy as it looked. It was a strong but light wood. Then the holes had been drilled. Then, a super thin layerof some clear plastic like Lexan or something had been applied only to one side, with out covering the 3 holes on either end. Then a thin hardwood veneer had been applied to the wood and to the outer edges,completing the illusion.

It LOOKED heavy and serious and like the holes went all the way through, and as I made a couple of test swings in the air, the air whistled through the holes that actually wouldn't be spanking, but they did make a nice noise, and I could hear muffled whimpering and squealing under the skirt, and her bottom clenched so tight her central crack almost disappeared. She was so cute.

The paddles design, like a magician's prop, THAT was why it was called the magic paddle.
I stepped up behind my pretty girl's quivering rear, so sweet and plump and ripe and.... I shook myself, and from my pleasant musings,and whistled in the first hard crack. Oh, it wasn't as bad as it looked like it should have been, and the air whistling through theholes made it sound fierce, but it was still a big paddle, and it stung, but to hear the strangled yell from under the skirt, you would have thought I had killed the little bouncy brat. The crowd got a big giggle out of her over reaction, and then I gave her a good sound spanking, while also giving her a long loving lecture.

When she was again my repentant and soft little Elle, tearfully pleading her case to me amid her hiccoups and sobs, I relented, and let her up, and took her back to the room where I locked the paddle up without her ever seeing it fully, warning it was there whenever her behavior warranted. Then it was her bare ass up over the bolster on the bed, while it was my time to comfort and console her at great length.
Love,
Angie

Angie and Elle part 4, F/F,sexual

I stepped over to the left side of the mechanical bull, and of my naughty girl. I'm right handed, and I wanted to get a good swing here.

"Well young lady, I truly hope that your lying to me, and your sneaking your smoke and your drink were worth this...."

Swisshhh WHAPPP!!! First stroke, and a nice, RED line across thecenter of her plump and now wildly wobbling bottom.

"AHHHHH! Angie NO!!!!!"

(so as not to interrupt the flow of the story, from now on, wheneveryou see something capitalized that isn't normally, consider thatANOTHER stroke....)

"Elle Kathleen, we have Talked and Talked and Talked about you SMOKING, haven't We!?"

Her reply, such as it was, was already mostly lost in her squeals and howling and bawling. I was making it hurt, and she wasn't faking these tears. Six strokes so far, the noise was loud with each one because of the doubled up belt smacking against itself as well as her pretty butt, and I knew from experience how each one would feel like your bottom had just been branded.

Six welts, and I had spread the others out, above and below the first one, and the whole of her bottom, from the top of her sweet dividing crease, to the very bottom of her cheeks. Her full cheeks were a dull glowing pink with six fairly straight lines running across both ofthem.Her bottom was in constant motion now, and she was probably only partly in control of it, the rest was a reflex action, an attempt tothrow of the heat, to ease the burn and sting, and to avoid the next one that you know is coming.....

"It's a Disgusting habit, and I DON'T want to be Kissing an Ashtray,Understand?!"

She weepingly agreed with me, that she DID understand, and she agreed with me that it was a disgusting habit, and she agreed with me on alot of things I hadn't even asked her yet.

That set of five I had also placed over both cheeks, but this time, I layed them on in between the welts of the first set. If there was some overlap, so much the worse for her. Her bottom was wiggling and wriggling and wobbling, twitching, clenching tightly, and then flaring wide, then one cheek would tighten, then the other.

Her legs were starting to come up high on the sides of the bull, andher thighs were clenching tight, clamping down TIGHT against the side of the bull, but when your legs are spread THAT wide, it doesn't help you clench your bottom at all. Trust me, I know that this is true.

But I didn't want those thighs up. I wanted her legs down, and her rear sticking up and out. Full, and round and spread and exposed.

I looked around and saw Mike, and a teary eyed Tammy standing nearby,and she was still rubbing her bottom. I asked Mike if Tammy would do something for me, and he told her to do what I wanted. I told her what I wanted, and she scooted out the door, and was back again in a couple of minutes. While I was waiting, I don't even know if Elle was really aware that we were taking a break or not, her crying didn't slow much. I went around to where she could see me, and I quietly scolded her some more.

Then Tammy was back, and gave me what I had asked for, and I thanked her. Courtesy is always so important.

I had asked her to go to one of the booths, and ask if she could borrow some things for me. And they had given her what I had asked for. Thigh cuffs and a spreader bar.

I fastened each of the cuffs just above her knee, and then fastened the bar to each of the cuffs. Now, she had NO way to raise her knees above the belly of the bull. I had fastened the cuffs to her thighs,and not her ankles, because I wanted her to be able to feel the shame of having to kick her feet like the naughty girl she was.

I now walked over to her right side, time to work on my backhand.

Of course, Elle was pleading for mercy, begging for forgiveness,promising eternal virtue and goodness, ANYTHING if I would only stop right now. But we had had this talk more than once, and she was going to learn how serious I was this time.

"Besides how Unattractive smoking is, You KNOW how Un-Healthy it IS! I have Told you Over and Over again!"

She was blubbering and bawling hard, crying her little heart out, and my own heart went out to her, but while her pretty fanny was a bright glowing red , and covered with throbbing welts, I cared for her too much to stop now. She had a lesson to learn.

With her legs restrained as they were (and her hands were still fastened in front of her to the front of the bull), her motions were limited to a fruitless rocking of her hips,and kicking of her feet. I noticed that the seat of the bull had a liquid sheen, from where her cream was polishing the leather. I knew she wasn't aroused, that it was an unconcious reaction to the punishment, and I did not mention it to her, or how her sweet pussy was looking so ripe and open and inviting, or how her little anus was winking and open to me....

As much as I loved what I saw, I was angry too. Because of how she had ignored what I had told her, how she didn't take care of herself, how she lied to me, how I had to punish her now, instead of making this a good girl spanking, when I could have been touching and kissing all those places I was looking at right now.

I walked back around to her left, this time, I planned on all the strokes to fall ONLY on her left cheek.

"Elle Kathleen, You have NO idea How angry I Am with You right Now little girl!"

As planned, all on her sweet left cheek, from top, to the very bottom where, with her head angled down as it was, I had a good shot at her underhang, that OH so delicate area that she would remember whenever she sat down for DAYS to come.

I walked back to her right side. Again, for a series against just the right cheek. Elle didn't seem to appreciate my spanking technique at all.

" Dearest, I Really, Really, hope That this will Be the Last time I have to spank you for This!"

I decided that she had had enough, her voice had that sincere tone,where, at least for the moment, she believed what she was saying.

I unfastened her cuffs, and walked to her head, and I stroked the damp hair off of her face, and leaned down and kissed her lightly on the forehead. And then I leaned forward, and whispered in her ear, soonly she could hear me.

Baby girl, if you EVER do this again, I PROMISE you that I will give you a punishment spanking everyday for a week! And, since you like to poison yourself so much, if you ever do this again, I will ALSO give you a series of cleansing enemas, followed by retention and detoxifying enemas, right AFTER each of those punishment spankings.And we BOTH know how much you like your enemas, don't we, darling."

Elle's eyes were HUGE when I told her what would happen if I caught her smoking again, and I really hoped it wouldn't be neccessary. But only time would tell.

I unfastened her wrists, and then I helped her off the bull, and she collapsed in my arms, and I held her, and she cried, and I petted her hair, and she cried and rubbed her still bare bottom.
I took the bandana that had held her wrists, and dried her face, and blew her nose. Then I took her by the hand, and I excused us from the group. We went out of the bar, and I took her back to DTR's panty botique and inspection booth.

Elle just kept saying how sore she was (understandable) and how sorry she was and I told her I knew, and that I was sorry I had to that,and that we would be going back to our room soon. Her skirt was down in front, but still up in back over her strapped bottom. Modesty, at this time, wasn't as big of a concern, as keeping anything from touching her rump.

"Angieeeee, I wanna go now, I don't want to shop for panties!" Alittle bit whiny, but again, I knew the feeling, so I cut her a little slack.

"Be good, and we will be gone soon, and I DO mean be good, missy. Ah,here is what I was looking for."

Elle just looked at me, as I had stopped at the table with the English school girl outfits, everything you needed, in all sizes, to include traditional, full cut, thick cotton school girl knickers, in a variety of solid colors. I picked out a couple of pair, in dark blue, and bottle green, and a deep maroon. We paid and left, and Elle was pretty well behaved, all things considering, and I took her back to our room. I told her to strip, and put her new maroon panties on,and I went to the fridge, and came back with a large, soft gel Icepack.

Elle gave a thankfull "ooooooo!" when she saw that, and started to pull her panties back down, so I swatted her, and she pulled them right back up!

"On your tummy, girl. NOT that you didn't deserve EVERY lick I gave you, but I DON'T want that pretty butt out of commision the rest ofthe time we are here either. So, you get an ice pack. And, for it to do some good, you need it to be on for 15 to 20 minutes, and you won't be able to take that on the bare. But, with your nice, thick,new knickers, you will."

I set the pack on her fanny, and she squeaked, and said it was too heavy. She decided it was just fine, when I told her she was going to use the icepack, and she could either lay on her tummy, it could set on top, OR, she could sit on it on a chair...

Now, is there anything you want to tell me?"

"Yes, Angie, I'm SOOO sorry, and I'll NEVER EVER smoke again, I PROMISE! And, thank you for caring for me, and I want to show you how sorry I am, and how much I love you too. May I?"

And with my naughty girl on her tummy, I let her thank me. For a very long time, over and over.

love,
Angie

Angie and Elle part 3, F/F, sexual

I LOVED the way Elle looked in her little biker babe outfit, SO terribly sexy. And little actress that she is (and I mean that in a GOOD way!) she got right into her new role, and wasn't uncomfortable in her new clothes at all, but acted like she wore them all the time.And that made it even more special for me.

And it was different for me also, in that normally when I wore my denims and leathers, I was the one packing behind my husband. Bu tnow, Elle was packing for me. And I noticed it made MY body language different, and how I felt inside. I wanted to be by Elle, to have my arm around her protectively, to watch out for her, to show her off,everything all at the same time.

So we wandered around, peeking at spankings being given out, and about to be given out. We went past the Renaissance fair area, and I told my brat we would be playing there later. I was rewarded by happy squeals and kisses.

Robert Lee had shown us some panties he had picked up at DTR's panty inspection booth, and I just HAD to get some for Elle!

(In case some of you didn't read the FM story, here is a recap about the panties...)

I loved the way his special spanking panties were made, with the sheer back, and the surrounding area in varying shades of pink to RED,and in bikini to full brief and bloomer style, the obvious implication being that the larger the area covered by panty, the BIGGER the spank spot was going to be.

I had Elle turn, and bend slightly, and I scooched her skirt up over her hips, and held several different pair up to her round little butt.I couldn't resist. I had to buy several pair. Bikinis, briefs, and bloomers (which had the sheer part all the way to the upper third ofthe thigh!) and I bought 3 of each, one the palest pink, one the pink of sunrises, and one each, candy apple red. Elle gulped and said Iwould NEVER EVER need to use THOSE on her, and I told her that was nice, and I thanked DTR, telling him they seemed to be working already. I couldn't wait to try out the pink bikini's later.

Elle said she was sorry to interrupt, but that she was starting to get hungry, and I didn't want her to crash so we bid our farewells to the others there, and then we left, AFTER she asked if she could roll her skirt back down. Oops, guess I had forgotten that.

Now, dressed as we were, I knew EXACTLY where I was going to take her. From our earlier tour of the area, I had noticed several doors in the walls leading to different drinking and eating areas, to include a nice resturant, one that looked like a family type of place, perfect for naughty little girls who needed to be spanked by daddy or mommy, a couple of English pubs with canes on the wall, and this one.

Whoever had set up this one had done it up right. It could have been the type of grill/bar you find in any working town, and it would have been at home as a biker bar, a truck stop, or a cowboy honkytonk.

The music on the jukebox was ZZ Top, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Tito and the Tarantulas, George Thorougood, all the good stuff.

There was even a mechanical bull in the back, and that made me smile at some memories. (If you have never seen drunk bikers dare one another to ride a mechanical bull, and then attempt to do so, you haven't lived....) If you aren't sure what this is, rent the movie Urban Cowboy.

I got myself a burger with onions and fries, and a Dos XX to wash it down. I've always liked Mexican beer. Elle was so cute as I helped her up on the barstool, managing to keep her skirt down and her oh so cute Harley panties unseen by the public, which is NO easy task! Guys have NO idea how hard it is to be modest in some of these outfits.

She wanted a burger and fries too, and she also tried to order a beer, which I canceled. I told the waitress that Elle could have a soft drink instead. Boy, did THAT get me a pout.

A couple of the other bikers, and their women saw our little byplay,and smiled. I leaned over, trying to spare her feelings, and told her how we BOTH knew that certain social behaviors cued up OTHER behaviors, like her having a drink or so in a bar, and then 'needing'to have a smoke. She pouted, but I just gave her a look, and she didn't push it.

We had a nice time talking to the others, some of whom I knew on the outside world. Elle fit right in, social butterfly that she is, and talked with the bikers and their spankee's. After we ate, I stayed there at the table talking, and Elle went to the back, by the pool tables and darts with some of the other girls.

It was maybe half an hour or so, and I looked over to see how she was doing, and my mouth dropped open. I couldn't believe it. There she was with the other girls, and she had a cigarrette in her hand as she happily chatted away! No. Fucking. Way.

I excused myself to the others, saying I had something I had to take care of, and the men AND women there chuckled, knowing what was up.

Elle had her back to me, and didn't see me coming, but must have seen something in the other girls' eyes that warned her, as she casually tossed the butt away without appearing too, a WAY to studied move on her part.

"Oh, uh, Angie, Hi! I was just coming over to find you! I'm tired of playing pool and darts, maybe we can get back to the party and...."

"Well, think of it this way, I just saved you a trip. Having a goodtime with your new friends? Anything you want to tell me?"

"Uh, no, I don't think so, by girls see you later-"

"Come here baby, and give me a kiss..." and not letting her draw away, I held her close, and slipped my tongue in her mouth. And I got another surprise. NOT only had my disobedient brat been smoking, she had been DRINKING as well.

"Which is your glass, young lady, and before you open that pretty mouth of yours, I will do you a favor before you LIE to me, and tell you right out I SAW you smoking, I SAW you throw it away, and I just TASTED the alcohol in your mouth. Now, WHICH glass is yours?"

My now teary eyed girl pointed out her glass, the one that they serve soft drinks in, so it was easy to keep track of minors and such. I sipped it, and yes,no soft drink there.

I KNOW the waitress wouldn't have brought you this, IN this glass after I told her not to. So, which one of your new friends helped you with the switch?"

And a slender young woman shyly and nervously raised her hand.

"I did, ma'am. But we didn't mean anything by it!"

"What's your name, young lady?" Even biker babes squirm when some one like me, a mom type, calls them young lady. "And who are you with?"

"Tammy, ma'am, and I'm with Mike over there..." and she pointed to a husky young man, looking our way.

"Tammy, I want you to go over to Mike and tell him what you did, what he does with you is up to him, not me. But I expect you to tell him EVERYTHING young lady, and I will be checking later. Now scoot."

And she scooted. I saw her crying as she told her guy something, and then HE said something, and then her jeans were down, and so were her panties, and over his lap she went.

"Elle. HOW many times have we talked about this?"

"I dunno..." came the muttered teenage style response.

"Many, haven't we, missy?" A head nod in agreement.

"And I even warned you about this before we ate, didn't I my girl?"Again, the head nod.

"Well, you KNOW how I feel about smoking, how much I hate it, and since you defied me on this in public, I think it is only fitting that your spanking take place in public. Come with me."

And I took Elle's hand and led her to the very back of the bar. The crowd at the front had started to come back as well, the spankers matching up with their spankees, everyone wanted to look.

I brought Elle over to the mechanical bull, and told her to get on.She just looked at me, and with a little catch in her voice, said shec ouldn't ride that.

"Oh, yes you can, the way I want you to. Now hop on my dear, NOW!"

And at the last stern word, she jumped and squeaked and climbed on.

With her legs spread to either side of the bull, her leather skirt had ridden up, showing off her panties. I reached up, and unzipped the back, to loosen it, and rolled it up even higher to where it was all the way off her ass. Her about to be blistered ass. She wanted to smoke so bad, I'd give her a chance to smoke.

"Lean forward, all the way, till your chest is flat. Good, now scooch forward, farther, farther, good. Now put your hands down in front ofyou."

Her legs were still widely spread, which only served to really raise her bottom and to spread her cheeks nicely under the VERY stretched panties. Her head was just off the front of the bull, and I took mybandana off and looped it around her wrists, and the front tie down on the bull. She wasn't going anywhere till I let her down.

I slapped the front of one thigh till she raised her leg, squealingas she straightened it and I rolled her panties down a bit, and then repeated it on the other side and kept going back and forth till he rpanties were all the way off, then I put them into the back pocket of my jeans, leaving them hang out, trophy style. I then slapped the back of her thighs, till she was properly straddling the bull again,bare groin and pussy sliding against skin warmed leather.

I went to the controls, and lowered the whole bull as low as it would go, and then I raised the bottom side up, so her head was low, and Elle's tail was high.

I walked in front of my Elle, my naughty one, and I stood so she could see me, and then I pulled the worn leather belt out of my jeans.

She squealed and cried and begged, but I had to do this. I know how scary it is to see the belt come off, I knew what she was going through, as you hear it go 'snick' 'snick' 'snick' as it snaps through the loops. But it would help this lesson to stick.

I had had this belt forever, and it was worn and thick, but not very wide, still very much for a women's jeans, which actually wasn't in her favor, as the narrower belts leave worse welts. And it was her bad luck that I had on the belt with the decorative holes along it's length.

I doubled it up, making it thicker, and louder, but also easier to control. And then I walked behind her.

love,
Angie

Angie and Elle part 2, F/F, sexual

I took my baby girl back to our room for a little rest and recreation. Okay, not so much for the rest, but for the recreation.

Since checking into the desk, this was actually the first time we had been to our room. When I opened the door, and shooed her in, I was greeted by a happy "Ohhhh!" as I closed the door behind us.

As expected at a 4 star hotel like this, all my instructions had been carried out. There were fresh flowers, but more importantly than that, all of our clothes had been set out and put away. The drawers were still partially open, per my request so that Elle would be able to see that all her things were there.

"Angie! Oh my god! How did all this stuff get here!" she squealed.

"Hhmm, I had it picked up the other day. By the way, I have us booked in for the rest of the week. Enjoy babycakes. "

She scooted around the suite, peaking at EVERYTHING, oohing and aahing, and squealed again when she went into the bathroom and saw that I had brought her COMPLETE collection of supplies. I swear, I don't know whether I spend more on lingerie for that girl at Victoria's Secrets, or on her at Victoria's Secrets Body and Bath sections. Either way, money well spent.

She saw that all her panties and assorted undies were there, all put away, but then she saw the two, large steamer trunks in the corner, locked.

"What's in there?"

"Surprises for later. But now, I want to take a look at the damage I caused. DROP your panties missy, and get that bottom over the bed!"

Such big eyes my Elle has, but she didn't protest, just shrugged off her kimono, and dropped her panties to her ankles (and is there ANYTHING cuter than a girl bending over taking her panties down with an already red rump?) and then shuffled to the bed, and draped herself over the end, with her toes touching the floor, and her fanny high up and arching.

I went between her legs, and fished her panties off her ankles with my toe, and then parted her thighs a bit, standing VERY close to her now. Oh my yes, such a LOVELY shade of pink. And I told her so.

"It looks like strawberry ice cream sweety, the good stuff, all soft pink and Oh so sweet!"

Then, deciding that such an observation deserved a taste test, I scolded her (just to watch her squirm and tighten her bottom) and walked over, and got a pillow, which I dropped on the floor between her spread legs. I then knelt down, and gathered my hair back (PLENTY of time to take my locks and stroke them through her wet pussy later....) and bent forward, lips and tongue lightly touching warm girly bottom flesh. Oh, I WAS right, she did taste sweet, so humming and purring contentedly to myself, I kissed and licked all over on both her cheeks, every inch that I had spanked earlier.

Elle was making some noises of her own, kitten like purrs and mewls with no real words. I teased her and told her how lucky she was, how much I cared for her by spanking her so soundly, as NOW I had that much more fanny that I needed to attend to. Elle just sighed and arched and started rocking her bottom back up towards me.

Too early for her to come yet though. I wanted her to have to wait, it would heighten the experience for the both of us, no matter what miss Elle said to the contrary. So I swatted her ass, hard, and told her to scooch up and to turn over.

She squeaked, and fussed a bit, I would have been shocked if there was no fussing, but she did as she was told. Such a good girl.

I let her watch, but not touch, as I kicked off my sandals, and then skinned my slacks down, my shirt kinda covering my panties. The shirt was next, so that I was only in my white lace and satin panties and camisole top, and then I lay down beside her.

I told her how sexy I thought her breasts were, and how tan lines on a woman had always turned me on, even as a girl. And her breasts were looking especially scrumptious.

I leaned over them, and told her that if her bottom was strawberry ice cream, her breasts were French vanilla. And I tasted my vanilla then. Sucked and kissed and licked. Catching my breath, and letting her catch hers, as she squirmed from the waist down to press a hot and wet little pussy, with it's heart shaped muff against me, I told her that my ice cream was topped with milk chocolate covered berries, and then I suckled her nipples into my mouth, long, deep insistent suckling, that had her hands in my hair, not sure if she wanted to pull me closer, or to push me away, so intense was the sensation.

I reached over her, to the nightstand, and she blushed and "Angie"'ed me when I pulled out one of our toys, the thought that a maid had seen our toys was enough to make her squirm.
I fixed the strap on harness around my right thigh, about a third of a way above the knee, then slipped the gel dildo in before I snugged it up. I lubed it, then slid down beside her, drawing her to me, cupping her ass, pinching, stroking, patting, spanking, parting her cheeks, working my leg between hers, until her pussy was bumping against my little toy. All while I had resumed suckling her.

Now when her hips rocked, my thigh was there as well. Riding my leg, I slid it into her, and she groaned and let her head fall back, and I pressed my thigh TIGHT against her, not letting her have any slack, and then I rocked and rocked and rocked, kissing and sucking and spanking, teasing her ear with my teeth, leaving little hickey's on her neck, letting my hands roam and stroke and tweak and pinch....

I could feel her tighten, trying to close her legs, but I wouldn't let her, I made her stay like that while she came. And came.

After, I took her off the bed, finished undressing us both, and led us to the shower.
Afterward, I dried us off, and told her to stand in the corner. She pouted, and I showed her the lovely acrylic bathbrush the hotel had, and she stood in the corner. Muttering quietly, but she stood.

I unlocked the trunk, and got a few things out. I went up behind her, and put the sleep mask on, as a quicky blindfold. Then I told her that she would get a punishment spanking if she took it off before I told her she could, and she knew I meant it.

I dressed her then, standing there, panties over her legs, then Snugged up her bottom, skirt WRIGGLED over her hips, and then I tied the halter top in place, and placed the finishing touch on her head.

Her nose firmly back in the corner, I quickly dressed. Elle's patience isn't the best in the world, and I didn't want to have to give her a bad girl spanking while we were here.

I led her over to the mirror, and stood behind and beside her, and then I took off the blindfold, and was suitably rewarded by her gasps of happy surprise.

Their we were in the mirror, me holding her from behind. She had on sheer black pantyhose, which disappeared under the TIGHT, short, leather skirt she had on. On top, no bra, but a bare back, tie under her ample breasts, red bandana style halter top. On her head was a girls leather biker cap, the type with the small brim. I turned her open mouthed reflection sideways in the mirror, and wriggled her skirt up far enough so that she could see the back of her black satin panties, and to see the orange Harley symbol on them.

There I was, in my faded, tight, old levi jeans, my well used black biker chaps, the ones that let my ass show off, and my black boots were under my jean cuffs. On top, a soft denim work short, and a leather vest over that. A blue bandana pirate style over my hair, and a thick, old leather belt around my waist.

I told my little biker bitch that it was time to party, and led her by the hand back into the den of iniquity.

love,
Angie
ps, and yes ladies, they really do make thigh harnesses like I described.