I arrived by train early morning and got a taxi to the Master's address, I had butterflies in my stomach and nervous about what I was doing. But I had agreed to come to my Master's home for a few days and put myself at his disposal as his personal sissy maid. I would be cooking and cleaning and other menial tasks for the length of my stay and be completely under his control. I walked up the path to a normal looking house which would prove to be nothing but normal once I was inside. Knocking at the door, it was soon addressed by a tall man with a stern face who was probably in his late fifties, he had the build of a wrestler and looked very strong indeed. "Come in," he said and led me inside to a small room with a sign pinned on it. "Sissy Maid's Room' was written on it, leaving no doubt that this would be my quarters. Opening the door, he said, "Get yourself changed, I'll be waiting in the living room." I looked around the room, there was a single bed, a wardrobe, a set of drawers and a chair but what took my attention was what was on the wall. Hanging on hooks was a number of spanking implements, a tawse, paddle, strap, hairbrush and a cane. I shivered and wondered which one be used on me first.
Opening my suitcase on the bed, I took out my sissy clothes and began to dress. First the black girdle with the open bottom and six suspenders, I put in the fake breasts and fastened black stockings to the suspenders. Pulling on a small pair of satin knickers and red three inch heels, finally the black maid's uniform was added with the white apron. I was ready to face the Master and serve him.
I tottered on the high heels into the living room, I did a very careful curtsy before him and then stood to attention. "Very good, girl, you look like a real sissy maid. The feather duster's in the corner, get to work, I've things to do in the garden. And no slacking or there will be trouble, you pansy." Then I was alone and began to dust around the room, I was enjoying mincing around the room and wiggling my satin knickered bottom. After a while after I smelled smoke and thought it was coming from the kitchen but when I entered I noticed out the window that the Master was having a bonfire in the garden. I thought nothing of it as he threw garden rubbish on to it, then he came back into the house for a moment before returning outside. Then he lifted a suitcase up and I realised it was mine as he opened it and let all the contents fall into the fire. I gasped as I saw my male clothes go up in flames! I banged on the window and shouted and pointed at him. He turned and strode back to the house, my clothes still burning away. Back in the house he looked at me as I berated him for what he'd done, didn't he realise that was my personal property, he couldn't do that, who did he think he was, I went on. Suddenly, he gave me a look or rather a glare as his face turned to thunder, not saying a word he grabbed my arm and dragged me to the maid's room, while I protested he opened the door and threw me on the bed. Turning to the wall, he took the paddle off it's hook and moved towards me. Getting me by the scruff of my neck, he sat down on the chair and pulled me over his knees. He was far stronger and despite my struggles, I couldn't break free, holding me down with one hand, the other lifted my dress up, then the same hand was in the waistband of the knickers pulling them down to my knees. Next there was a burning pain in my bare arse as the paddle began it's work, there was no counting of strokes, just the paddle raining down on my defenceless backside. It wasn't long before I was whimpering and begging and pleading for him to stop. As my bottom got ever more red and sore and kept saying, "I'm sorry, Master," over and over again.
Then it stopped and I let out a rush of air and started blubbering. "Get up, girl," he shouted, "rub your bottom and then get in that corner, face against the wall, lift your dress up, I want to see my handiwork, pansy!" I quickly did as I was told, sniffing and whining all the time.
"Now this was your first lesson, you stupid little sissy, you are never, ever, I repeat, never, ever to question what I do in future or you will get double of what you got this time, do you understand, you little worm?" he shouted in my ear. "Yes, Master, I do, it will never happen again, I promise, Master." And I knew I really meant it as the pain in my red bottom was the proof of that. I had been put soundly in my place, he was the Master and I was his sissy maid. And the day had only just begun....
Ours is a evolving scene, strong spanko bottom matched with formerly purely vanilla top, into the third year of employing very real spankings into our bedroom. We are past the discovery stage, we have amassed some of the very best implements available from the web, Paddlewerks, Leatherthorn, and Cane-i-ac mostly, a few home made toys. We both have a penchant for the cane, we both prefer the larger diameter canes, in the 30" length especially. We own several synthetic canes, but prefer the unfinished rattan canes, soaked in saltwater prior to use to make them heavier, and more limber. The natural rattan lands with more of a quaver or tremble that is felt by both receiver and giver that we do not experience with the lexan cane, acrylic cane, or the rubber dipped rattan that I made.
We have broken some very stout implements since the begging, one a 19" long warm up paddle in Zebra wood, it split longways right down the middle. Then it was the Woodrage 16" with holes, that broke clean in two right through a couple of the drilled out holes. Broke one of Bill's beautiful 15" oval paddles in Bubinga again right with the gain through two holes, he graciously replaced that one with a new one which we proceeded to bust in exactly the same fashion. I had asked him to just send us a replacement in 3/8 Lexan, but he insisted we try a Cocobolo model which has held up great to this point, and is a real pleasure to look at. We also have a good selection of great Lexan paddles from the same supplier, they are truly awesome feeling and most surely indestructible.
Leatherthorn's products are both beautiful and functional, we love the feel of a good leathering. Favorite among these are "The Strap" which is long and wide, the much shorter "Buster Jr", and the thick leather paddle with big holes "No Holds Barred" which can be used at full strength for quite a while.
I always get prepared for the weekend events, lately I have been surprised by an early start like last night's half hour intense paddling and caning, the ass is radiant while the groin is throbbing still.
Hope you all have a great weekEND as well.
So today we are leaving for a performance and we have about a 7 hour drive, I usually tend to get a little bossy and anxious before a huge performance especially when it's several states away, but I guess he has the answer for that , and boy is it ever working, any time I have given him a short answer or sounded bossy today he has grabbed me and thrown me over his knee pulled down my pants and went to town, A few of those times I didn't even realize that I was being a little short, needless to say that I will be on my best behavior, as I will be sitting on a very hot ass for our 7 hour drive. I will also be extremely careful of my attitude. 7 spankings one for each hour of our trip has been a very good reminder that I won't forget, and all before noon. It is definitely time to be a perfect angel for the rest of the weekend.
All of us on here love to be either the giver or reciever of spankings.
And those that are parents understand the difficulty when its school holidays.
I love my son to the moon and back, but honestly i enjoy my Frodays when Master and I are in full play.
Today is an inset day, so our teenage son is now off until a week on Monday.i feel like writing to school and saying what an inconvienience they are. Lol.
So today, yes ive managed to earn a punishment, and yes it was done but quietly whilst child was asleep in bed.
I earned 50 strokes for saying bastard during my hard morning spanking. I wasnt saying it to G, just at the little Devil paddle.
I earned 50 strokes when i accidently threw the paddle after my hard morning spanking. I went to take it from G, no im going to be honest, i snatched it from G incase he decided to add more then it slipped from my hand and went flying across the room.
G has also now got his cameras set up in our bedroom, that connects to bluetooth so whilst hes at work, he can watch if ive been grounded, or instructed to do something.
Yesterday i was being a bit cheeky during our texting, which we do whilst G is at work. He instructed me to go upstairs, take pants and knickers off, do 30 hard whacks with the Little Devil then masterbate, all whilst i knew he was watching on his phone. The self-spanking was a hard one, im not really into it, cant get the angle right to perform proper hard smacks but G was pleased with my performance.
My reward was that i was allowed to pick the implements for my punishment. It was agreed i was allowed 2 items, so i picked the strap and crop.
Master decided we should get the punishment over with whilst our son was still asleep, and instructed me to go and get the items.
Bending over the bar stool in the kitchen, door shut so the dogs wont bark at G, he started with the strap. Pants still up for the first 10.
The thud, sting, burn and thwacking noise was immense, as G continued in this hard fast motion.
Until 1 hit landed high up my bum, close to my waist, i nearly screamed out in pain. Grabbed my back/bum, normally never allowed but i think G realised that one hurt, but i know it wasnt intentional to hit that high up. He always says the strap weve got is a difficult one to aim with.
As i jumped up, grabbing my back/bum, i said, Jesus that one really hurt.
G started laughing, he said, do you know how silly that sounds, youre getting spanked with a leather strap, and youre saying it hurts.
I laughed too, i said yes but you know what i mean, that one was really bad.
G allowed me a minute until the pain from that one strap had calmed down until he continued with the remaining strokes.
Once that 50 was over he picked the crop up. I tried to get up and ask could we not have a break, but G grabbed me quickly and said no.
I think he realised i may wriggle after the last 50, so he held me down, aiming the crop at that spot between ass and thigh, the sting and bite from each stroke became sharper and harder and i certainly did start wriggling. The little tail to the crop slapped my inner thigh, in-between my cheeks, my outer thighs, until my whole ass/thigh area was on fire.
I jumped up when he said it was over, rubbing my ass and legs i could already feel big welts on my skin.
G took some photos which didnt come out very well but im posting them anyway.
Ive come to the conclusion being quiet during a punishment is very very difficult, but also quite fun too.
(continued from part one)
"My name is Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Belle."
Jim nodded his approval.
“Belle it is then – I am Jim – but for the moment you may call me Sir. I am pleased to meet you. Welcome to Hicksville. We must see to it that your journey has not been in vain. For my part I am always pleased to meet a lady who appreciates the benefit of good firm discipline. We take a certain pride in the way we conduct ourselves in such matters around here. You will not be disappointed I think.”
The words were spoken kindly – and yet there was an edge of authority to them. For all his laid-back manner, Jim did not come across as a man who might stand for any nonsense. Belle felt that tingle between her thighs returning.
As if suddenly aware that she was on display and exposed, Belle self-consciously looked away, only to notice that the gentleman on the nearby bench was watching her intently. A couple of other strangers had paused and were listening too. Blushing to a new shade of red, she turned back to Jim. Her mouth opened and closed as she struggled to find the words which would not come. Finally she managed to splutter . . .
"Sir, I don't know how....I mean, I've never.....I don't know how to do it, Sir. You will have to help me"
She attempted to explain, "Sir, I want to, but I don't know how to be spanked. I mean, I want to do it right and I think I need to please the man as he spanks me, but I don't know what to do.....oh!...I'm saying it all wrong."
For a moment Jim was stunned by the lady's confession. This was without doubt one of the more astonishing encounters of his life so far. This lady - Elizabeth - whom he had only met a few minutes before - so clearly an innocent in the strange world of Hicksville - was asking to be spanked - and by him of all people.
She was clearly trying to control her emotions but was no denying her earnestness. What pent-up passions lay within her heaving breast? And goodness - how it WAS heaving - he could hardly miss the urgent rise and fall of her bosom; her laboured breathing . . .. There was almost a pleading expression in her eyes as she held his gaze. She couldn’t possibly imagine what she was begging for and there she was - offering herself up on a plate before him like an innocent lamb to the slaughter. It was the stuff of fantasy come true – a gift from heaven.
Even then Jim wavered but he knew he was backed into a corner. A few yards away was Mike, saying nothing and observing all. In a way, this had become a trial of Jim's resolve; a test of his credibility - he could not ignore the woman's advance. He would lose face if he failed to take action. There was nothing for it but to grant the lady her wish.
Slowly he rose to his feet. He was taller than Elizabeth. For a moment he looked down into those beautiful brown eyes - moist; expectant; pleading . . .
“Are you sure Belle?” He asked gently.
Belle was far more nervous and embarrassed than she had anticipated but she had travelled all this way for this exact encounter and was resolved to see it thru.
She drew a deep breath, looked uncertainly towards the man on the bench and then back to the gentleman standing before her.
She placed her hand on Jim's chest, stomped her foot as if to mark her decision as final, then blurted out much louder than she intended
"Yes, Please Sir, I want a Spanking!"
She gasped in shock at her own forwardness, blushing with excitement. Not for the first time in her life the tingle between her thighs threatened to burst. Her mouth was dry; her panties on the other hand were anything but!
Jim calmly studied her expression, searching for an element of doubt - but he detected none - only a nervous affirmation of resolve.
"Very well," he said. "You shall have your spanking Belle and it will be an experience you won't forget in a hurry - I promise. You are going to learn something about yourself today and make no mistake about it – the lesson will be painful! I take a certain pride in these matters"
On hearing this, Belle swallowed hard and her heart started to thump like a steam hammer inside her chest. There was a tightening in her abdomen as she grasped that it wasn’t a game. After all those years – it was going finally to happen. She clenched her buttocks together - the juices in her vagina began to flow as never before.
Behind her, the train made to ready to continue its journey. "All aboard!" called the conductor, signaling to the engineer. " WHOoooo Whooo-ooOP!" came the response. With a clattering of metal couplings and a mournful whistle it set off. Slowly the carriages rolled past; the resultant atmospheric turbulence wafted her skirt alluringly in the process. The raucous "chuff – chuff - chuff" of the locomotive increased in cadence and simultaneously diminished in volume as it disappeared around the bend in the middle distance.
With the train departed, the sound of birdsong and crickets could once more be heard in this sleepy corner of the Delta. It was still quite warm but not overbearingly so. The evening sun bathed the scene in in mellow yellow light.
Jim calmly removed his denim coat, folded it neatly and placed it on the bench, close to the armrest. He motioned to Belle and pointed to the coat.
"I would like you to kneel on the coat and position yourself over the armrest with your palms pressed flat on the ground please Miss Belle." he said matter-of-factly. There was little emotion in his voice - but there was a clear implication that he expected her to obey his instructions. He took her hand gently and led her to the bench.
"If you would be so kind as to do it now!" he said firmly. “I am not accustomed to being kept waiting.” He felt her trembling.
Belle’s knees began to buckle under her. The dreadful truth dawned. Jim was going to spank her, right here at the station, in front of anybody who happened to be about! It was awful, and yet she knew somehow that it was her destiny. She opened her mouth to form words – but no sound came out . . .
Slowly, purposefully, almost menacingly, Jim unbuckled the thick worn leather belt from the loops in his faded jeans, wrapping the buckle end effortlessly around his right hand. The loose end drooped down and oscillated gently from side to side.
"I am waiting Miss Belle" He said again. "Please do as I have told you – quickly now. The time for indecision is passed. We must proceed with your education."
For a moment he wondered if she was going to faint. She seemed a little unsteady on her feet. Then she appeared to pull herself together, swallowed hard and reached down to pull off her shoes. With a final nervous look around her she knelt on the coat and positioned herself over the armrest of the station bench as instructed. She supported herself on straight arms, aware that she was now the centre of attention on the quiet little station concourse.
Quite a little crowd of curious bystanders had gathered by then. The station staff were staring through the open office windows. Two distinguished looking gentlemen with ladies on their arms stopped on the other side of the tracks and waited for the drama to unfold. It was Judge Beauregard and Pastor John with their wives. Jim acknowledged them with a nod.
"It’s a fine evening for a masterclass in discipline Jim," remarked the Pastor. " You sure look like you got yourself a deserving case there."
"Yup," replied jim. "I was thinking the same myself. This lady has made a special journey on account of hearing about our ways out here. It turns out that we got something of a reputation to uphold. I ain't planning on sending her away disappointed."
Pastor John turned to his wife and pointed.
"You watch this and take note Laura-Lee ." he smirked. "You forget your place and I will send you to see Jim for a bit of correction - if you catch my drift."
Laura-lee blushed - but truth to tell - her panties were almost as wet as Belle's.
A couple of cheerleaders in their smart red and white uniforms came chattering along and stopped short in their tracks – mouths open in astonishment. It was the Misses Kissie and Ellie - two of cheerleaders for the Hicksville Rednecks football team.
"Hi there Jim," they giggled. "are you fixing to give this lady a darned good seeing-to with your belt? Would it be okay if we can stay and watch? She sure is pretty!"
Jim smiled. Ellie and Kissie were special favourites of his. They always took their spankings with particular enthusiasm.
"Sure thing." he laughed. "Watch and enjoy!"
Author's note. A collaborative venture between Belle and myself which evolved from an exchange in a (now deleted) blog. We hope you enjoy it.
Old Jim was sitting on the platform under the parched wooden canopy when the train from Baton Rouge chugged slowly into the station, the bell tolling mournfully as though the locomotive were leading a funeral procession. The throaty "Whooooo - Whoop!" of the steam whistle served, if anything, to add even more solemnity to the occasion.
As the brakes hissed on and the carriages ground to a halt, he looked up to see who might have drifted into town today. Maybe it would be nobody at all - Hicksville wasn't exactly “number one” destination on the tourist's map!
A couple of locals, whom he readily recognized, alighted and tipped their hats in salutation as they ambled by. Then - as if an angel descending from above - a strikingly handsome woman in a loose-fitting white dress stepped out and looked uncertainly about her.
She was about medium height, had long straight brown hair and her skirt swayed tantalizingly around two perfectly formed legs as she headed in his direction. The monster in his pants stirred involuntarily as she approached. It appeared that she was going to speak to him.
"Good evening kind Sir. I'm new to town and I plan to stay for a while. Might you know of a pub or club where I might provide my trade as a hostess?"
Jim regarded the stranger with a quizzical eye.
"A hostess Ma'am?" he asked with ill-disguised astonishment. "Pardon me, but you don't exactly look like no bar-room hostess - at least - not in the kind of establishment that one is likely to find around these here parts. To tell the truth you got a refined way of deporting yourself which might suggest a military background or suchlike. May I ask what twist of fate has led you to Hicksville?"
"Well, you see Sir, I was born the youngest of ten children in a very strict Catholic family. We sat up straight at the dinner table, minded our every manner and denied even to acknowledge the existence of a “tingle” between our thighs.
"By time I reached maturity my parents were ailing and, as the youngest, I stayed home to care for them. I worked days as a hostess in the town's conservative golf club diner, thus learning my only real trade. And at night, alone with my parents, I continued to deny the tingle between my thighs, although – in truth – that wasn’t an easy thing to do. I used to wake up in the night with the most compelling urge to rub and manipulate myself. I knew it was wrong – but I couldn’t help it.
"My father died nearly three months ago, and my mother followed shortly after. During the long nights that followed I've done a bit of reading and research, trying to decide where my career opportunities lay. I discovered some not-so-thinly-veiled references to a club in these parts where perhaps a girl could finely acknowledge her feelings and discover her true self. I have held my emotions in check for too long already Sir.
"I'm sorry to have spoken of such things in public. It's just your eyes....they haven't left me. You intrigue me Sir. Do you find me attractive perhaps?"
"Well Miss – I cannot deny that I have an eye for beauty - and you, if I may make so bold, are reminiscent of a fine oil painting to my cultured eyes.
"Your dress is nothing short of exquisite; you carry yourself proudly and there is a certain majesty about you which is rare in this neck of the woods, even amongst the fine and well-mannered ladies of the Town Guild.
"With regard to your initial question: yes - there is indeed a club here which caters for many tastes and allows the guest to explore the (shall we say?) more adventurous side of their nature. I happen to know the owners and I might be able to secure you an introduction. However - I must advise you the Membership is rather exclusive and the ladies can find the entrance interview somewhat taxing.
"Tell me more of your conservative upbringing - were you subject to the strict discipline for which the Catholic faith is renowned? The ladies of this town are no strangers to their husbands' leather belt when they step out of line. It is a time-honoured tradition which tends to help maintain order in our tight little community."
"Sir, I would be so grateful for an introduction. I'd do almost anything. Yes, it is true my family was very strict. But, I was the youngest of ten, and I think the shyest. I never really got in much trouble. My older siblings often told me that I was spoiled as the baby in the family and that I was the only one lucky enough never to feel dad's belt.
"To be perfectly frank Sir, their discipline stories intrigued me. When I would play house with my girlfriends as a child, I would always play a naughty girl in hopes of getting a spanking from my play parents. I did manage to get one a few rare occasions, but it was only in play. It merely served to increase my desire for the real thing..
"Oh! Sir you are making me blush. I find you handsome and that British accent may be my undoing."
Jim struggled to find words. Whatever this lady’s self-professed shortcomings; she clearly knew how to turn on the charm.
It was slightly embarrassing too because, sitting on a nearby bench, Jim’s long-time friend and business partner Mike was taking a keen interest in the scene as it unfolded. He too had been smitten by the unexpected visitor. There was something about her manner, her way of speaking, the way in which she was dressed. That skirt, the way in which it shifted lazily from side to side with every step she took - and those lovely, shapely legs...
Jim motioned the woman to step closer. He noted the frisson of excitement in her eyes and the way she bit on her lower lip as she moved to comply. There was hesitancy about her step but she came forward nevertheless and stood no more than two feet in front of him. He could smell the delicate fragrance of her expensive perfume; and there was something else too. Anticipation was it? Excitement perhaps? If it was fear, she was disguising it well.
"I wonder?" he said. "You have spoken plainly of your desires and everything you have heard of this place is correct. But tell me - how well do you think you might react to the kind of discipline we promote here? Could you handle the disgrace and humiliation of being spanked in public - your precious jewels on display for all who might wish to witness your shame? Make no mistake - we do not fool around in these parts - when a lady gets it - she gets it hard and she gets it good!
"Tell me - what is your name?"
The lady licked her lips as his words sunk home. From the corner of his eye Jim noticed Mike fidget and cross his legs.
"My name is Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Belle."
(to be continued)
This is the Linnic team from Spanking Secrets. Earlier today we noticed requests from several people wanting to befriend us. However - and I should be firmly spanked for this - I inadvertently declined rather than accepted their requests. If you are still interested and accept our apologies we will, of course, accept you as friends. I am now waiting for my spanking from my business partner, Nick, for this foul-up. No doubt he will cane me too. . .I'm going to have a very sore bottom very soon.
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As I wait here I play tonight's events over in my mind, I was told to only have one drink and no more, but as I chatted with the girls they went down so easy, I never even noticed how long he was behind me until he took my upper arm and announced that we are leaving, "Say goodbye to your friends little girl we have things to take care of " I could hear the disappointment dripping off of every word. The only words spoken in the car were his direct orders to go to the room and wait for him, oh and no pillow tonight. As I kneel here legs slightly parted, hands resting on my knees palms up, head down, back straight as a rod,I glance with my eyes to the corner at the pillow he got for me to kneel on knowing that I am in for a long night.I feel the cool air on my flesh and notice the steady ache in my knees and wonder how long I have been here. I have never heard him so disappointed and I feel a tear roll down my cheek. I hear his footsteps getting closer, and the door opens, I feel a silk blindfold and all is dark. He speaks to me "tonight you disobeyed me, I want you only to feel tonight, you will learn exactly what happens when you disobey, and I promise you that it will never happen again little girl ". I feel him guide me, and feel the table beneath me as he takes my arm and cuffs my wrists to the table. "I am restraining you so you don't get injured, there is no way you will be able to hold position tonight, and you can make as much noise as you want as well, I know you won't be able to stay silent either ".I feel his disappointment through to my core, and I just then realized that I am silently weeping,as I feel the soaked silk covering my eyes. I am brought back to reality as I hear him gather all he needs, and I soon feel his presence behind me and then he states flatly that he wants me to think about the rules he has given me to ensure my safety and health. I hear a swich,and as the strap meets my flesh, I feel a scorching pain, he continues without a second between for some time, and I hear a gut wrenching scream,did I make that noise, I feel so far away, but we are the only ones here it had to be me.I hear the loud thud as the heavy strap falls to the floor. He speaks to me then "I will give you a minute to settle down, we are just getting started little girl, after tonight I want to be sure you never disobey me again is that clear " I hear a small voice answer yes sir and I know all is well, I am exactly where I need to be and he knows what I need better than I ever could. I want to feel new again, I need this. It is then and there that I realize that he is my heart, the air I breathe, my reason for living. Yes I know I am exactly where I belong. ........
My husband/master has ordered me to let our spanking tube friends know he is going away on a business trip for a month. He leaves Feb 17th. He wants to invite anyone that would like to make me punish myself, through spanking and/or anal insertions to let me know. I will spank my bottom as hard and with as many strokes as you order, and I do it for real. Message me and I'll give you my yahoo messenger id. I have several impliments, dildos, vibrators, plugs or anything else you may want to make me use. Anyone is welcome male or female, my hubby/master says black men are especially welcome
I am a very private person,so when i came across SpankingTube it felt like a good place to be,i needed to do nothing unless i wanted to no photos no blogs,just watch videos and read the blogs.Spanking is something that has been in me for as long as i can remember.As the weeks went by i started to get brave and talked to a couple of people then i came across one who could sense the need in me and so my journey began.
What are you favorites? Just watched a lovely F/F OTK hairbrush spanking complete with a good scolding. Talk and spank is an art and really enhances the experience. It often gets neglected since the spanking is concentrating on the spanking. Just love to see beautiful female bottoms as they get a good red round spanking impression. Whew! I enjoy being the submissive one and experiencing the pain/pleasure of OTK.
I am interested in anything and everything about how people met their spanking mate. Whether you are a top or a bottom or a switch, you have a story to tell about how you guys got together. Regular party? Munch? BD/SM activity or party? Spanking party? How did it happen for you?
I feel anxious in my tummy. Today is my first speech and swallowing therapy. Speaking has become a bit of a challenge. I find it super difficult to put my thoughts in to words so I pause a lot and make "ermmm" sounds. And sometimes my words come out all mumbly sounding! When I think about everything it can get a bit scary sometimes and yesterday I got upset and I cried. Then my nose ran and a little bit of a bogey dribbled down my face and went in to my mouth! Hehehehe. It wasn't all bad though because right next to my crying spot was the most magnificent Moth. He was my rainbow. I smiled as soon as I saw him. He was so brown and fluffy! I think our hallway may be his new home because he hasn't moved from his spot all night long.
Spanking wise, I haven't done anything really naughty but Alex has been setting me timed challenges. It's like a game but a really, really rubbish one. I get lost in daydreams and get distracted very easily, especially when I am doing chores or studying. So now I have set times to complete my tasks and if I don't complete them in time I get a two minute spanking for each fail. I wasn't thrilled about the idea to start with but it's super fun running in and shouting that I'm done before the time has run out. I did earn a two minute spanking yesterday but I feel sure that today I will be super speedy:) Okay, I am off to speech therapy now! Wish me luck!
Enigma: a baffling or puzzling problem, situation or person.
Or…a brown stone building that dominated one corner of a city block, with no windows, just a massive wood panel door, and above it the word “Enigma” in letters of brushed steel. Leslie had passed this place many times while en route to one of her favorite book stores just down the street. Aside from the unique door and the name, there was nothing about its exterior to catch the eye. In fact, Leslie never noticed the place until, one afternoon, when she saw two very attractive women going inside. She tried to catch a glimpse of the interior as they opened that huge wooden door, but she saw only darkness.
Intrigued, she decided to ask around. The owner of the book store told her it was a gay bar, which only intrigued her more. At this point, she had yet to meet Bunny, and yet to admit, even to herself, that she was attracted to women. Instead, her innermost desires manifested in the form of extreme curiosity. She became fascinated with the people who went into this club, and found herself walking slowly past, lingering, hoping for a glimpse of someone passing through those doors. She began to accumulate more books from that little shop down the street than she would ever have time to read.
So, when Bunny invited her to go there, she was elated…
Oh, yes, lead the way, Bwana. Big game and high adventure. As she followed Bunny through that massive door, two thoughts arose. One, now she was one of those exotic women walking into this mysterious place. Two, Bunny sure had a nice ass.
She was expecting a gay bar, but actually, it wasn’t that. Rather, it was a fetish club run by a couple of eccentric old men named Mike and Jim. Bunny knew them personally, as it turned out.
“Good evening, Miss Bunny,” the doorman said. “I was told to expect you. Mr. Smith and Mr. Miles would like you to join them upstairs. You should head on up now—the show is about to start.”
“Oh, indeed we will, G. Say hello to my dear friend, Leslie, why don’t you.”
“Hello, I’m G,” the doorman said.
“Glad to meet you, G.” Leslie offered her hand and G pressed it to his lips.
“Such a charming guy,” Bunny said, laughing. “C’mon, Lez, let’s go meet the boys.”
They passed the neon dance floor in a blur. Leslie tried to catch a glimpse of the clientele, but her eyes hardly had time to adjust to the flashing lights before Bunny led her into a dim corridor, then up a narrow stair case to a balcony, where two strikingly handsome gentlemen were seated at a table. When Bunny and Leslie entered from the stairway, the men stood, smiling warmly, and greeted them.
One man had a beard and wore a white linen shirt with a band collar and French cuffs. Bunny introduced him as Mike. Leslie liked him immediately. The other man’s name was Jim. He was dressed in Elizabethan garb, with a doublet, hose, and a rather impressive codpiece.
“Well,” Bunny said to Jim, “I guess you made it out to the Renaissance Festival today.”
“Indeed we did,” he replied. “It was great fun. Why, they even had stocks and a whipping post. The whippings were lame, though. Nothing like the shows we have here. And speaking of that, it’s almost time to begin. Come, ladies, let us be seated.”
Leslie took a seat between Bunny and Mike. Jim poured everyone a glass of chilled white wine from a carafe. Leslie settled into her chair and took her first sip as the lights dimmed.
A voice boomed over the PA: “Ladies and gentlemen…act one of amateur night, will you welcome please, a new couple…Tom and Siri!”
The neon dance floor went dark, and a pair of spotlights illuminated the stage in stark, white light. The music came up: “Bad Girl” by Donna Summer.
“Predictable,” Jim said. “How many times have we heard that song.”
“Too many,” Mike agreed.
Then, the couple entered, each from opposite sides of the stage. Tom had an athletic build, lean and taut, his muscular buttocks accentuated by high-waisted trousers. His partner, Siri, was a pretty blond in a schoolgirl outfit, pleated skirt with knee-high socks and white sneakers.
As the Donna Summer tune wore on, they performed a dance routine, which Leslie couldn’t help but appraise from a professional point of view. Obviously, these two were not trained dancers, but the clean simplicity of their act was enjoyable. They mimed conflict, taking turns to dominate, alternately advancing and retreating, and pausing periodically to strike some suggestive pose. There was a chair at center stage, and Siri would sit, cross and uncross her legs, or stand with one foot in the seat to draw her skirt up to show some pretty thigh.
Mike leaned close to Leslie and said: “What do you think, are they any good?”
“They’re not dancers,” she replied.
“No, but that little blond has nice legs,” Mike said.
“It’s a boring act,” Jim said.
“Oh, don’t be mean, Jim,” Bunny said. “They’re kind of cute.”
“Yeah, I think you’ll come around,” Mike said; “Just wait.”
As if on cue, the Donna Summer tune faded. In the silence, Tom’s voice was clear. He ordered Siri to take her sneakers off, then bend over and place her hands on the seat of the chair. He picked up one of the shoes, lifted Siri’s skirt up and draped his arm around her waist…