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Monday, 23 October 2017

Running to be free ...

She was out for her regular run, a long one scheduled tonight and lucky too, she had a lot of thinking to do!

Normally, on these runs, especially these long runs, she entered the 'zone' where the rhythm of the run and the rhythm of the mind are in perfect harmony, at that stage it's not effort, it's elation!

She got there tonight too but it took a little longer, took a little longer because she had school uniforms on her mind, and spankings and even though she was 32 it was her in that school uniform and it was her being spanked! No wonder the rhythm was a while in coming!

Yes, yes I brought some of it on myself, I joined fetlife to tease out my kinks, see what I was an wasn't into, I had certain ideas, but, gosh, role play and school uniforms weren't even in the neighbourhood of what I was thinking! Ok, ok, spanking might have got a look in occasionally when I was addressing myself to my pleasures but as a woman, all woman and truth to tell I wouldn't be adverse to administering I spanking myself! I think!

Alright, round the next bend and it's goodbye kink, hello road, hello rhythm ...

"Come on, come on, more effort, get those legs pumping or I'll take my crop to your flanks!" she heard a voice in her head saying, the same voice who accompanied her at the mirror earlier when she tried on her school uni ... no, no, get thee gone, this is my run!

It's not your run anymore!" the voice said, "I have appointed myself your Personal Trainer and we are going to get your times down, or if they don't come down your shorts will be for a damn good motivational spanking!"

She shot her head, tried to rid herself of the thoughts but Christ she was half-enjoying them! Half enjoying? Who was she kidding! She was virtually moist at the thought of a 'motivational spanking'!

"By the by your glorious ass looks devine in those shorts" said the voice, "but think you should, similar to the school uniform, wear sports socks that comes up to the knees, that way your rippling thighs are shown off to even better effect!"

Her rippling front thighs were moving nicely now as she imagined having to cover the last 5k in record time if she was to avoid his spanking ....

Just then a flick of the crop scorched her right buttock as the Scottish filly raced toward the finish line, elation in every stride!!!!

32 going on 17

What was she doing, she asked herself; but she couldn't stop herself, stop herself not only climbing into the attic and resurrecting her old school uniform but actually trying it on!

She was 32 for god sakes! And she hated that school uniform and all the rules and regulations it represented in her past!

Yet she didn't bin it!

And now she was wearing it again! The tartan skirt, the blouse, the jacket and tie!

She had even gone and bought white knee high socks to complete the ensemble.

Oh, sorry, two other items, sensible low heeled black shoes and ... and ... well he had put the idea in her head and she couldn't get it out of it and now they were on her ... regulation white cotton panties!

She looked at herself in the mirror. And blushed! Scarlet!

She heard a voice in her head: "Now then young lady, stand up straight, arms to your side, look straight ahead, deportment young lady is very important!"

She did as the voice said!

"Good girl!"

She didn't think she could get any redder but she did. You try looking into your own eyes dressed in your old school uniform and doing what a kinky inner voice tells you and see if you don't blush?!

"Stop fidgeting!" the voice barked.

She stopped fidgeting!

"Good girl!"

"Now then, time for knicker inspection ... lift your uniform skirt above your waist, hold it there until told otherwise ... "

Slowly, obediently, she lifted her skirt, held it aloft, proud, oh so proud that she had been a good girl and, at the last minute, taken off the sexy black thong and replaced it with the regulation white cotton panties!

She imagined the voice, or more accurately it's owner, walking about her, studying the obedient 'schoolgirl' and her regulation lingerie.

"Good girl!"

"Thank you, Sir" escaped her lips!

She was 32 going on 17 and under the strict control of her kinky inner voice and the way he might speak to you!!

The Fantasy Weaver

She, she being Countess Regina, let the sleep embrace her … as she drifted off, she was comforted by a male palm on her bared back, another on her bare bottom.

She had not long entered Sleepville when she met him, familiar in stature and looks to a man she knew in waking life but who introduced himself as … “The Fantasy Weaver!”

The Fantasy Weaver! Oooh, I like the sound of that, thought Sleeping Beauty! “Come with me!” he invited, a devious smile on his face, and, as if in a trance - oh, sorry dear reader, I forgot, she was - in a trance! - she allowed him take her by the hand and lead her into a nearby building …

Suddenly she was transported back in time, back, back back in time …. she looked down … she was in school uniform! A pleated green and red skirt, just above the knee, white knee stockings, sensible black shoes, a white blouse, a school tie!

“So the dog eat your homework Goodison?” she heard a voice saying, the voice was right beside her right ear, the voices hand applied a stinging smack to her uniformed ass!

“Doubt if the dog was much the wiser for his consumption of said homework given your penchant Goodison for complete lack of attention in class!” Another smack, this one to the other cheek!

She winced, she cursed beneath her breath, she whispered “Well if the class was even one-third way interesting it would be worth while trying to pay attention!”

“Pardon?! What did you say Goodison?!”

“Ah, em, eh, well, I said,  if I can retain even one-third of what I learn in your class, Sir, it will be well worth paying attention!”

He was taken aback! She smiled a secret smile, lucky he is half-deaf in one ear!

Then, as if by magic, it was she who was the teacher, he the pupil, she with a black school gown over the shoulders of her purple blouse, coming to an end half-way down the black skirt which came to a halt just above the knee of her nyloned legs.

He was standing beside his desk, hands on head, short trousers at his knees, white underpants straining to retain his manhood!

This, because teacher, was gently caressing his bottom, ahead of the promised spanking …

“What happens little boys who back answer teacher in this class?” she queried.

“Ttthey … they get their bottoms spanked!” he replied.

“They get their bottoms spanked!” she repeated.

“They get their bare bottoms spanked” she added with menace.

And with that she slowly lowered his underwear …

Suddenly, he and she were transported forward in time, forward so fast they tumbled over each other as they came to a halt in a forest clearing …

She recovered the faster, got up, and for some reason ran from him … he took to chase … caught up with her, took her by the wrist, twisted the wrist into her back, led her towards a tree …

She shook her head, no, but, yes, yes, soon she was a tethered tree-hugger, her hands tied the far side of a narrow tree, her breasts in red summer dress pushing against the bark, the nipples erect as he took the hem of the dress and lifted it, revealing a sexy white panties …

His palm rested on the panties, his other palm lay against her back …

Was he going to take a branch to her bottom … ?!

She awoke with a start!

Her sleeping partner still had a palm on back and bottom!

And digging into her thigh was his huge erection!

He too must have been visited by the Fantasy Weaver!

How it began ...

"When did you first know you had a spanking fetish?" she asked as we spooned after an intense session, my palm placed leisurely on her heated top buttock!
"When I was 11!" I answered without hesitation.
"11?!" she exclaimed.
"Yes, yes young lady, 11" I smiled as I drifted back in time ... 
We were on a seaside holiday, booked into a terraced house a short walk from the strand, two families, the children cousins, us from Ireland, the girls from Wales of Irish parents.
Wales! Oh that lilting accent was so different, so nice! And the girls were much more confident than the girls I knew, knew what they wanted and how to get it! And the long blonde hair! And emerging curves!
One day, a rainy day, no seaside possible, we were playing 'school' upstairs in one of the parents bedrooms, a big double bed serving as the classroom!
Her mother was a teacher and by God had she picked up on the tools of the trade! Talk about bossy!  Early doors, as she'd say herself, she was the teacher and I was the schoolboy getting scolded, nothing much different there from real life!
Scolded, now, mind, not spanked, not yet! She had me stand up straight, hands by my side, "no slouching" and warned that I'd be sent to the naughty corner with a smacked bottom if I didn't pull up my socks!
That's when the Rebel in me emerged! "If anyone's getting a smacked bottom around here 'tis you missy!" I declared and grabbing her by the wrist sat myself on the bed and flung her over my knee!
Oh Christ! The adrenaline! I spanked her on the summer dress, one-two-three-four-five-six, alternate buttocks, not too hard but enough to sting!
She hadn't made the noise I expected, apart from a loud "don't you dare!" as she was going across my lap!
After the sixth spank she was squirming to get free but I twisted her arm into her back and proceeded to lift her summer dress up ...
Oh Christ! The sight of those pink panties I will never forget! 
"Nooooooo .... !" she screeched.
So I only had time for two brisk spanks on each buttock before the cavalry mounted the stairs ... 
By the time they did we were both sitting side by side on the bed, pretending to read a book.
"What's going on here?" an adult asked, "we heard shouting!"
"Oh Maureen was afraid she was going to be stung by a bee" I answered "but we hooshed it out the window".
"Ah, that's alright then, we are going int town shortly, so no more messing in here, get yourselves down to the car."
Sitting side-by-side in the back of the car, awaiting the driver, the former Miss Bossy Boots was still nursing a sore bottom along with a bruised ego. The balance of power had changed!
"Have you been stung by a bee lately?" I asked her with a smile and it was a question I oft repeated to her in adult life, a question which always made the principal schoolteacher blush!
And as I spooned another principal schoolteacher who had felt my spanking hand on her bottom, I thanked the Lord for that rainy day on a seaside holiday long ago!

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!