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Thursday, 8 December 2016

Imagination Instruction

The American abroad was single and free, free as a bird, able to do what she pleased when she pleased with whomever she pleased; until she met Him!

And even though she hadn't actually met him in the flesh yet she was assuredly as under his thumb as if she was kneeling before him kissing and tonguing the said thumb, the symbol of His male supremacy!

How she loved to now have to answer to her Sir! The mere typing of the word Sir gave her a frisson of excitement! And she was careful at all times to provide that important word of respect with a Capital S!

She had admitted to herself, and Him, that her American ass craved a firm male hand!

Now, this Friday morning, He was going to take her a further step into submission ....

She was to lay aside 30 minutes and go to her bedroom, a bedroom which better have had the bed made to perfection, the space around neat and tidy too!

She was to undress to her bra and panties and go stand in the corner, facing the wall .... her Time-Out Corner!

She was to fold her hands behind her back! And contemplate this past week, think about the disciplinary distress and delights of which He had spoken, pause too on the lure of His carrot-and-stick modus operandi!

Then she was to lower her right hand, keeping her left hand at her back, she was to lower her right hand and caress her as yet unspanked virgin white right buttock!

She was to imagine His hand doing the caressing and after a while smoothing down the fabric she was to slip her hand inside ...

Again she was to imagine it was his hand!

Then she was to return to smoothing the fabric of her female lingerie as she recalls the last time she orgasmed without His permission!

She is to whisper "I am a naughty girl!" and spank her own bottom! But of course imagine it is His hand!

She is to give herself a brisk six of the best! Repeating her True Confession each time!

Both hands again folded at her back she can take a wee break before repeating the exercise with her left hand!

Again she is to return both hands to her back, remain facing the wall ....

Sir will be along shortly to inspect her handiwork ...

Freudian Slip

She once made a freudian slip
When announcing she needed an 'overseas trip'
You see her hard of hearing hubbie
{Who knew she was a subbie}
Thought she said she needed 'an over knee trip'

"Indeed you do!" he exclaimed with intent 
As over his lap his wife he bent
This wasn't Paris, New York or Spain

But Oh My God, what glorious pain!

A stroll down Stephen's Green

Dublin can be heaven with coffee at eleven
And a stroll down Stephen's Green ...

Be it strolling Grafton Street and Stephen's Green or a ramble through fetlife he has an automatic check list for which his antenna are always on full alert?!

Faces! An attractive face, a cross-face, a sad face, a happy face, the various shapes of nose, design of lip, depth of eye, and all beneath or beside  myriad styles of hair, long, short, pony-tailed, cropped, all so alluring.

The female bottom in all its various shapely glories fascinates him, always has, always will! On Dublin streets these callipygian curves are wrapped in denim, tight pants, yoga pants too, sculpted skirts and clinging dresses, lovely! 

On fetlife the buttocks are more in your face, so to speak, scantily pantied or completely bare. Nice too, but takes away a little from the thrill of the chase!

Cleavage! Glorious glorious cleavage! From his long lost days as a small boy that little line peeping out of female blouse defining the delights within has enthralled him! A breast boy was born! And still lives!

Above those breasts his antenna home in on the female neck, another beauty spot, a beauty spot he loves to see decorated with jewellery ... 

Because in his minds eye that ornate necklace is not just a pretty bauble but a deep meaning 'Necklace of Submission, her collar! 

And in his minds eye too he pictures those females with bared necks having their 'Necklace of Submission' clipped upon them during an initiation ceremony which also involves a once free female having her bottom spanked!

Oh yes a stroll down Stephen's Green is now a very sexual experience!

Saturday, 3 December 2016

"Do as you are told young lady"

"Do as you are told young lady" were the words stern she heard
Words that prompted the 21 year-old to rush to her bed
"What did Sir say? On the middle of the bed two pillows piled high
Then over them the naughty girl will lie!"
"Yes, you've been naughty, didn't do what you were told
And Sir has a cure for girls who decide to be bold!
So lift up your nightie, then pull down your pants
Upon your bared bottom Sir's belt it will dance!"

Monday, 28 November 2016

English Echo

"One Miss, Thank-you Miss, Please may I have another well deserved spank Miss!"
The repeated mantra rang through the adjoining hotel bedrooms, the pained tones detected in the English accented catechism music to the ears of she wielding the cane.
Touching her toes and wearing naught but her expensive watch the English female had fallen under the Countess' commanding crusade of taking ownership of their relationship ...
She who would be Boss was now the one bent over, counting, thanking and asking nicely for the next bite of bamboo!
Deep down she had longed for just this scenario! Her bossiness and bitchiness was really a cry for a firm hand, and now she'd found it!
The foreign holiday had not turned out the way the way she had expected. But once her female travelling companion started being more assertive, telling her what to do and reprimanding her when she didn't do as she was told as quickly as she who must be obeyed liked the balance of power quickly flowed into Irish hands ...
And now here she was receiving six of the best for not having the bathrooms cleaned and tidied to the satisfaction of the Countess!

Wednesday, 16 November 2016

Multiple Choice Question

She heard the four words spoken with menace and a frisson of fear and excitement ripped through her body, an instant moistness betraying the sexual vibes she felt at the intensity of his threat.

He had been a kind of Mr Nice Guy, promising spankings for an implied naughtiness she constantly denied, but there was no denying she was a mouthy teenager with attitude!

And now he was calling her on it!

She had agreed to meet him during school dinner time in the nearby West County Hotel, a quick meet in the little coffee shop followed by a trip up the stairs to his room ...

She had agreed to sample one of his spankings, had agreed too to wear her uniform skirt instead of her usual pants so as he and she would get the full fantasy effect of the naughty schoolgirl.

She was looking forward to it but another part of her felt this was way too tame she wanted more, much more ....

On the stairs up, part role-play, part testing his limits, she was cheeky and ageist, asking would she need to call ShannonDoc for him if he wasn't able for her!

"Cheeky brat!" he chided, smiling, but once inside the door his demeanour changed.

He took her by the hair of the head and steered her further into the room, bending her over as they went and landing two hard smacks on her arse, one on each cheek.

"Now then mouth almighty ... " he menaced, applyig two more spanks, "time you learned some manners!'

And with that he threw her unceremoniously over his knee as he sat on the edge of the bed, her face on the duvet, her legs scampering for leverage on the carpet.

The first two spanks had her eyes rolling in her head and as he had warned just that morning, they were stingers, real stingers, and as he had told her that morning too, the realisation there was much more of where those came from had the students eyes popping out of her head!

She had, as she had predicted she would, submitted at the first sign of his authority!

Only now this wasn't 'play', this was him punishing her for her mouthiness! And that realisation made an already moist queendom become a river of excitement!

He landed two scorching spanks on the backs of her exposed thighs, leaving a palm print on each that she would have a job explaining when she returned to St Finnoula's!

"Now then Miss Mouth Almighty, up you get and strip, I want to see you naked and standing with your hands on your head inside 60 seconds!" he ordered

She looked up at him with quizzical eyes, almost afraid to pout in case he would take it out on her already sore rear.

He did anyway!

Lifting her uniform skirt, her pantied bottom was the recipient of six quick roasters!

"When I tell a girl to do something she does so immediately, no questions" and with that he left down her skirt again and said "your time starts now' and threw her onto the floor.

As she picked herself up he studied the second hand of his watch occasionally and then whispered, "Ok, seeming you seem to have a problem with what way to go about this simple order let's give Miss Mouth Almighty some instruction ...

"Remove your jumper, fold it neatly and place it on the desk ... "

She did as she was told.

And so began her orchestrated strip, her blouse and skirt, also folded neatly, going with her jumper on the desk.

He paused a while as she stood in shoes, socks, panties and bra, bid her put her hands on her head, turn around, turn around again.

"Good girl!"

He stood up, moved close up in front of her and taking a scissors from his suit pocket, cut her panties off her.

He looked her in the eye and she tried to hold his gaze but failed to do so, she was a tremor with excitement.

He bid her take her hands from her head and reaching around opened the clasp of her bra, slipped it down her arms and let it join the severed panties on the ground.

"Hands on head!"

He lay down on the bed and watched her standing there naked apart from her school shoes and blue knee socks.

Her nipples were erect, a glistening downstairs proof of her fevered state ...

'Now then Mouth Almighty, whether this will be considered rape or a consensual coupling is up to you .... "

"Go grab your clothes and rush for the door .... "

"Or come over here and lie down beside me, say 'Sir, a naughty girl is ready to be pleasing ... "

"Call it a multiple choice question!"

The Punishment Kiss

Detention by its very nature is boring; students sitting at a desk after school writing out punishment lines or assigned essay with a nasty title such as 'Why teenagers must learn respect for their elders'.

Miss Vaughan though had added a frisson of excitement to the ritual ...

Each student in detention, be they boy or girl, had to toe the line in front of her desk and when Miss Vaughan stood before them and in her stern voice demanded 'Tongue' the uniformed student, boy or girl, had to present their tongue and leave it on display ...

The strict teacher might approach the tongue out student and repeat the order 'Tongue' ...

Now the teenager, boy or girl, had to proffer their tongue into Miss Vaughan's mouth where she would gorge a while on her gift of the Punishment Kiss!

This kiss was often accompanied by a caressing of student bottom!

It was an excited student who took a seat at his or her desk to commence lines or essay.

And it was a disappointed student who sat down if he or she didn't receive the second order of tongue!

The process was repeated on the way out, a Punishment Kiss by way of thanksgiving ahead of hearing their homework Punishment Assignment ...

"100 lines 'I shall be better prepared for Miss Vaughan's class in future', to be on my desk first thing in the morning"

Before a single line was written most of the detained students upon arrival home had pleasured themselves to the memory of their Punishment Kiss!