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Wednesday, 13 March 2019

Punished for Ageism

We need to talk! Just who do you think you are to lay down rules and regulations?! It is you who NEED rules and regulations, who NEEDS and DESERVES to be PUNISHED if said rules are not ADHERED to! Do I make myself clear young lady?!

What do you mean you mean 'Yes, Yes, Yes but I don't understand?!' Yes, yes, yes you want, need and deserve discipline, YES, YES, YES! But you don't understand the 'who do you think you are' bit ...

Let me spell it out for you then my dear ... you are guilty of ageism! Not content to say you would prefer disciplinarians under 35 you state this in non negotiable! NONSENSE!

A mature Disciplinarian would put you through your paces with far greater certainty than a young buck who would have nothing else on his mind only sex! Whereas us mature disciplinarians would have a different itch, the sight of a naughty girl over his knee, bared bottom presented for punishment a sight for sore eyes!

Speaking of sore, that bared bottom soon would be too! But not before a gentle caressing to underline to the naughty one what she is missing out on by being so bold!

And, young lady, methinks you would frequently find yourself in the Naughty Corner, hands atop your head, panties round the back of your thighs, reddened rear on display during contemplation time ...

When freed from your confines it might well be to sit at on said sore bottom to write out your Punishment Lines ...

"I must learn that ageism is a dastardly crime which, as I have found to my cost, is punishable by spanking, corner-time and 100 lines!"

Pacifier Punishment

She was 24 years-old and the very epitome of sexiness! Men, young, old, brave and bold, drooled over her, she could, if she so wished, wrap them around her little finger, her beauty alone a weapon of man-destruction, but her demeanour too, a strict edge, would bring men to their knees, virtually begging to her heels!

However, strong and independent a female as she was, strong though the evidence was of her ability to be a bitchy Domme the female in question desired to be controlled. She had even, whisper it, little tendencies!

These little tendencies, by force of lack of opportunity, had to remain dormant for long periods, Ireland wasn't awash with strict Daddy-like figures and Ennis certainly had a dearth of such men, or, if they did exist weren't walking up the Height declaring their flavour of kink!

Then He came along; Sir! Not a Daddy, as such, but a strict disciplinarian, very strict!
And he began with what she wore to cover her bottom! No, he did not diaper her, that was a step too far as he was concerned but he did forbid thongs, the preferred item of lingerie for women her age. White cotton panties he insisted upon!

Now while diapers were out as far as he was concerned, not all baby items were, he insisted she purchase Pacifiers, he was a firm believer in having a lippy back-chatting 24 year-old suck on her Discipline Dummy, often times whilst standing in her naughty corner, oft times when sent to bed early without supper!

Early would be 6pm as he regular bed-time of 8.30 with lights out at 9pm had been imposed from day 1, none of this burning the midnight oil for this 24 year-old!
Television? No! Radio, DVD, i-pod? No, no, no! What would she need with any of those devices when she has chores to be done!

And he had introduced her to spanking! By hand, hairbrush, belt! On skirt, panties and bared bottom!

It hurt, Christ it hurt, stung, but she was coming to love it, hate it, fear it, revel in it!
And if there was a hint she might be deliberately naughty so as to get herself a spanking then she might find herself sitting on a very sore bottom writing out Punishment Lines!

Not many 24 year old's in Ennis, in Co Clare, sitting on a spanked bottom writing out punishment lines whilst sucking a pacifier

Witness for the Prosecution

"Now then young lady, we had agreed your deserved spankings had improved your behaviour no end, hadn't we?" he asked as if discussing an everyday event normal to all couples.

She blushed, feeling she alone is the only woman in this small town who has her bottom spanked for 'bitchiness' and general 'misbehaviour'.

"Discipline becomes you!" he exclaimed after her second spanking when, having been released from her 'Naughty Corner' she immediately joined him on the bed and begged to be allowed stroke him to orgasm!

Sex had continued to be hot after each spanking, spankings which had been getting further and further apart  - "as you would expect if my palm printing is to be effective!" he explained.

However, of late, there had been a few episodes back-to-back - or more accurately backside-to-backside - but (butt!) the follow on cuddling and caressing lacked the usual zing!

Now he was saying "we had agreed" re the effectiveness of her spankings as if it was past thence (She certainly hoped not, she secretly loved them - well the afterwards and the afterglow, it wasn't a barrel of laughs at the time!)

"Yes, yes, the spankings have added to our lives" she answered hesitantly.

"Yes indeed, these bottom warmings have certainly provided us with an extra dimension" he agreed.

"However, your grumpiness and bitchiness is creeping back, isn't it?"

"Yes Sir" (Christ why did that 'Sir' jump from her lips so quickly! Why did she agree!?")

"Yes indeed, 'Yes Sir'. So young lady, we are going to bring your discipline to the next level ... 

"On the next occasion I have reason to put you across my knee for a panties-down spanking, there will be a witness ... 

"What!? No way!"


"Yes indeed young lad"y, a witness, your once partner-in-crime, your 'good friend' Marguerite! She has confided in me that she was finding you a much more agreeable person of late and asked me what was my secret?!"

"You ... you ... you didn't tell her did you?!"

"Well, let's say that's another secret of mine. But imagine if I did and imagine if I asked her to witness your spankings as I felt the effect was wearing off because you were enjoying it too much and the introduction of a little light humiliation might improve your behaviour again ... "

"So best behave yourself young lady or a lot of little secrets might be revealed (not to mention your nicely reddened rear!)

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!