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I’ve often dreamed about opening a rustic B&B where guests could come and relax in either the main house or a few remote cabins; maybe rent horses or just walk meandering remote trails. Recently I watched a documentary about the building of the Dubai 7 star hotel. Of course my imagination went off.

In these days where the economy is in a totally spankable condition, do you think there might be venture capitol for a good high end spanking getaway? The Dubai hotel has a restaurant completely surrounded by a living underwater seascape, a good spanking place would be surrounded by scene suites, some with one way glass so diners see in but couples have the implied illusion of privacy, others with clear glass where the exhibitionism is mutual.

5 star services for all, but prices set depending on the degree of privacy desired. Fully sound proof rooms and discreet room service that includes implements and related toys. You can come and go and enjoy a full spa and resort experience in anonymity, or come to participate and learn by joining seminars and public demonstrations of everything from how to, to drawbacks and precautions. Retake or take your wedding vows to include spanking and related activities.

I’ve got some ideas for scenarios that guests could observe and live out with a mentor couple, by themselves, or if they prefer have fully catered with all implements and necessary accessories (including spankees, spankers, observers and even dungeon or slave masters (all bonded of course) privately delivered.

The experienced enjoy all the amenities of a 5 star spa with complete privacy to also indulge in their secret pursuits and the curious and novice have a safe exclusive experience with their safety and privacy protected.

If this kind of place was available to you what would you want, need, require, desire?

copyright June 1, 2007, By Maggie O Dear 

Lynda gave the set of instructions to the babysitter for the last time as Michael grabbed the picnic basket, backpack / cooler, and blanket as they headed out the door. “You only need to tell her once or twice about bath and bedtimes, Honey, not fifty!” Michael laughed at Lynda’s exasperated glare. The sun was just setting, hovering over the treetops. Lynda loved these weekly date nights at the outdoor movies the local theater district had set up along the greenbelt on the river running through downtown. It was like being in the middle of the country inside the city. Most nights it was a family date, but Lynda opted for a sitter since it was Michael’s birthday and the kids wouldn’t care for Casablanca anyway. She smiled to herself thinking of the surprise that would be waiting for him when they arrived. It had taken awhile to get most of their friends and family together, and a lot of planning for food and drinks. Her brow slightly furrowed as she glanced at Michael. He’s not a fan of surprises, but he’d love this, she thought.They arrived just as the sun was giving its final glow and disappeared behind the skyscrapers. They found a parking space and unloaded the picnic basket, blanket and bottles of wine, making their way toward the theater area. Lynda spotted Jeff and Amy and a few others as they were claiming their space out to the side, but close enough in to see the screen. Michael looked surprised to see Jeff and Amy out. It was very rarely that they ventured outside of their little cul-de -sac. Lynda saw Michael’s look and giggled. The others Lynda had invited began arriving and congregating around their little spot, all carrying munchies and drinks and a few unexplained bags.

Michael noticed there were too many people they knew in the immediate area for it to be a coincidence. He looked over his shoulder at Lynda with his right eyebrow cocked. Oh God how she hated that look. The back of her neck and shoulders stiffened for a brief moment. She busied herself laying out blankets and arranging the drinks and snacks so they’d be at hand. She and Amy made small talk and giggled at how easy it had been to get Michael and Jeff to fall for this little birthday surprise. Inside, they were both thinking that maybe a surprise might not have been the best idea. Their eyes locked and the chitchat halted.

Michael came up behind Lynda and touched her on the shoulder. Touch might not be the right way to describe the noticeable pressure she felt as he pulled her face in close to his mouth. “Come with me. We’ll take a little walk down the river and be back just as the movie starts.”

Amy stepped out of earshot and sighed as she watched Michael and Lynda head off into the dark. Maybe Jeff didn’t notice, she prayed.

Lynda noticed the backpack Michael had slung over his shoulder. He offered her one of the two bottles of ice water he had picked up. His wife popped the cap off the bottle and stopped to take a deep drink of the cold water. He let her take what she wanted before grabbing her hand and leading her on down the river walk.

“We’ve been through this before, Lynda. Why would you think that tonight would be any different just because it’s my birthday?”

She had no answer for a minute. Taking a deep breath she said, “I thought it would be nice for all of our friends and family to celebrate your birthday. It’s not often that we can get everyone together and the more people I talked to the more we all agreed that a surprise party would be nice.”

“Bzzzzzzt, wrong!” Michael said, shaking his head. “I’m pretty sure you and Amy cooked this one up together. You’ve done it before and it has yours and Amy’s names written all over it.”

“But, Michael…”

Michael tightened his grip on her arm and led her off the walkway down behind some trees, that at the moment seemed as if they had been planted there for his specific purpose. They provided the perfect screen from all the movie goers and were far enough away from the seating area but close enough to the interstate running overhead, that imminent noise wouldn’t be a factor. One of the trees was said to be over 150 years old. A stately, mighty oak, perfect for the task at hand. The thick, low hanging branches were the perfect height for his wife to comfortably hold on to during his surprise for her.

the perfect screen from all the movie goers and were far enough away from the seating area but close enough to the interstate running overhead, that imminent noise wouldn’t be a factor. One of the trees was said to be over 150 years old. A stately, mighty oak, perfect for the task at hand. The thick, low hanging branches were the perfect height for his wife to comfortably hold on to during his for her.the perfect screen from all the movie goers and were far enough away from the seating area but close enough to the interstate running overhead, that imminent noise wouldn’t be a factor. One of the trees was said to be over 150 years old. A stately, mighty oak, perfect for the task at hand. The thick, low hanging branches were the perfect height for his wife to comfortably hold on to during his for her.”I really didn’t th…” she was stopped before she could complete the sentence.

“Right, you didn’t think.” He dropped the backpack on the grass at the trunk of the tree. Kneeling down, he unzipped the bag and pulled out his favorite paddle and her least favorite hairbrush, sitting them next to where she was standing. It seemed as if she had automatically stood right where she needed to be. He put his hand up between her should blades and only had to apply a little pressure to get her to lay herself over the hefty branch.

“Michael, please not here.” Lynda whispered, hoping he would be lenient and let it go. “Everyone will see and hear!”

“No, Lynda, we’re far enough away and the traffic will drown out any noises you find it necessary to make. Bend over here and stay.”

Lynda complied with his orders. She smartly deduced that he was not the least bit happy and any more pleading would only make everything worse.

“How old am I today, Lynda?”

“Forty-four.” she faintly answered.

“Okay then, forty-four to start. How many people did you and Amy decide I wanted at my birthday surprise gathering?”

“Michael, that’s not fair!” She started to stand up but the snap of the paddle on his thigh changed her mind. “Fourteen, besides you and me.”

“Pull your panties down to the middle of your thighs and lift your dress up around your waist.”

Lynda did as she was told, but realized the she would have to hold her knees together to keep her panties from falling to the ground, in turn making her bottom that much more of a target. The last thing she would want on her soon to be very sore rear end were ants or spiders or any creepy-crawly things to hitch a ride inside her panties. Having to keep this position, she found her bottom sticking out further which only brought hot tears to her eyes before Michael even got into position.

“You’ll get forty-four with my best paddle and you’ll take the other sixteen, yes I’m including you and myself in this, with your favorite brush!”

Lynda winced at the thought of both the paddle and the hairbrush. It was sudden, the whoosh of the paddle pushing through the air and the sharp, sharp sting as the first strike was landed. She blinked her eyes and focused on a shrub in the near-by darkness. Over and over they landed. The same spot. Different spots. Full across her fiery bottom. Straight across that agonizing area where her bottom creased into her upper thighs. She tried to keep from yelling out, but wasn’t always successful. Michael hadn’t spanked her like this in many months. Lynda’s head was spinning from the fire across her ass and the thoughts reeling in her mind that everyone would know what was happening.

Just as suddenly the stinging blows stopped. Michael ran his hands over and around her deep red bottom. The heat from her seemed to cause a glow in the darkness around them. His warm hands on her bottom pushed the heat down between her thighs. Lynda’s head fought to only think of one feeling. It was almost too much to acknowledge her stinging ass and her quivering pussy at the same time. Each one feeding off the other.

“We’re almost done. We’ll just finish up now and then we can go and enjoy the movie.”

Lynda’s knees nearly buckled. “I’m sorry, Michael. I knew I shouldn’t have planned your birthday like this. It just go…”

“Stop! I don’t want to hear the excuses!” He pressed her torso back over the branch.

“But .. It just got out…” She tried to hurry and finish her thought.

“Hush!” The first slap of the brush landed full on her round bottom.

“Itjustgotoutofhandbeforeweknewit!” She sputtered to finish this time.

“I said I don’t want to hear the excuses, Lynda! You’ll get five more before we’re through here.”

By the time the fourth, fifth, sixth blows landed Lynda was sobbing. The lightning hot strokes just kept coming down. Tears were falling onto her sandled feet. She realized too late that her panties had fallen to the ground. Her thoughts were spinning between the tears on her feet and the panties and ants on the ground and the serious fire scorching her ass.

Michael set the brush next to the paddle and backpack. He stood next to his wife, rubbing his hand across her warm bottom. Squeezing each cheek with loving affection. His fingers wandered between her thighs, her lips swollen and wet. He let his finger slide in and out of her slippery pussy. In. Pressing inside of her. Out. In and press. Her muscles clenching around his finger hoping to hold him inside of her. He withdrew from her and landed one final slap on her bottom and gave both cheeks a firm squeeze filled with his craving for her.

“Come here, baby. Stand up and let’s get you straightened up.”

Lynda brushed her dressed back down around her searing bottom and shivered as she thought about the creepy-crawlies that could be all around her. Michael seemed to have read her mind and picked up the panties, dusted them off and put them in his pocket.

“See, now you won’t have to worry about the ants or your panties touching your bottom.” He smiled at her and put both arms around her. She buried her face into his chest and choked by the sobs, turning into small little hiccups as they finally subsided. “I’m sorry Michael, no more surprises without your permission first.” They giggled at the irony of her statement.

Her tears dried, they gathered everything up and walked back towards the theater area. They noticed two people walking towards them on the path. Oh lord, please don’t let them know what happened, Lynda thought. Ohgod, too late!

Michael and Lynda passed Jeff and Amy on the walkway. Amy and Lynda dropped their eyes to the ground as Michael tossed the backpack in Jeff’s direction. “Here, you might need this! There’s water and other uhhh, other stuff inside.” He landed a couple of playful swats on Lynda’s tender bottom and nodded at Jeff.

“You know baby, next time we’re here that low hanging limb back there would also put you in a good position for a little different type of fun!” Michael said into her neck as he pulled his wife up next to him and laughed.

Jeff smiled. Amy shuddered.

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Such great stories…. Thanks ya’ll for joining in.  I’ve enjoyed it.  Hope you have too.  We’ll see if anything else comes in. 

Stripping the Willow.

An Oriental Fantasy.

© May 31, 2007, by Paul

The Emir reclined in his Chair of State; he was a man of late middle age with wise brown eyes and many laughter lines. His beard was full and streaked with grey; he was sipping a sherbet.

There was a stir and much murmuring at the audience hall door. A plump nay fat chamberlain hurried forward and bowing low, said, “mighty lord your Vizier seeks audience”, the Emir raised his hand and beckoned, the chamberlain still bowing and stepping backwards signed to the door warden to admit the Vizier.

The Vizier, a frail old man of many summers advanced, supporting himself with his staff of office, in a surprisingly strong voice he said, “may I approach o mighty lord”, the Emir who loved this old man said, “come forward o fount of wisdom and support of my throne”. The Vizier approached close to the Emir, because the Vizier was as a second father to the Emir, he was allowed privileges given only to equals.

Speaking in a much softer voice he said, “my prince, knowest thou that thy favourite wife, the Princess Willow hath 25 years this very day”. “Hath she indeed”, said the Emir. “Hmm, what doest thou advise”. “My prince thou knowest that thy Willow loves thee greatly and mourns that affairs of state keeps her from thee. Grant her the privilege of entertaining thee in a manner of her choosing”. The Emir, with a smile, clapped his hands and said, “let this be done”. The Vizier left the audience hall after instructing the chamberlain to clear the hall as the Princess will be unveiled. He walked to the Emirs harem knocked at the entrance; a wicket in the door opened and the Harem mistress looked out, sees the Vizier and instructs the slaves to open the door.
The Vizier enters and says to the Harem mistress, “our high and mighty lord desires the presence of the Princess Willow, lead me to her”. The Harem mistress bows her acquiescence, turns and leads the way to an inner chamber, there she despatches another slave to inform the Princess that her Uncle the Vizier wishes to see her.The Princess hurries out, as she hopes that the Vizier bears a message from the Emir her husband.  “What news hast thou mine Uncle”, she asks looking rather nervous. “The Prince your husband graciously awaits your presence and the diverse entertainments that you offer”.
“Now tell thou to me niece, the nature of the diverse beguilement that you offer your sovereign lord”. “I will enter the audience hall with mine attendants and musicians in the blind gallery, I will dance while mine attendants remove mine garments with their whips, leaving mine skin unblemished”. “Hmm”, quoth the Vizier, “and the next”. “The dance continues the attendants change their whips for Dragons Tail, heavy straps with a six inch slit at one end, (used to punish concubines and bad wives), the straps will be used on my back, buttocks and thighs until I collapse in supplication before my prince”. The Princess, Vizier and attendants arrived at the entrance to the audience hall; an imperious gesture from the Princess, backed by a nod from the Vizier and the door wardens opened the hall doors.As the princess and attendants entered the hall the musicians struck up and the Princess began to undulate to the music. The attendant quickly collected their whips and dragon tails and formed a circle round the Princess, the hall doors are closed.

The Princess is wearing many coloured veils and under them a simple silk shift.

The Princess began to dance in a most provocative manner, as she danced, her attendants brought their whips into play, each strike removing a veil, after ten minutes the only garment left was the shift. The Princess is a beauty after the manner of her time, dark haired, pale complexion, lithe yet nicely plump. Beneath her shift could be seen her luxuriant bush, it was obvious that she was excited. The music rose to a crescendo, the Princess spun faster and faster, as she reached her limit two whip lashes snaked out and ripped off the shift, she slowly spun to a halt, she was only clothed in her hair, the Emir was clearly enchanted.

After a pause to allow the Princess to regain her breath and her attendants to change their whips for dragon tails, the music recommenced, slower and quieter this time.

Princess Willow started to dance round the circle weaving between the attendants, each time that she passed in front of an attendant she received a firm stroke of the dragons tail on her back, buttocks, thighs or belly, each stroke could be clearly heard over the music.  As the dance continues the Princess’s body became redder and redder, she was shaking, panting and perspiring. After the third round as she passed before the Emir he raised his hand and beckoned, the music slowed and the Princess approached her lord and master, casting herself to the floor, she said, “have I pleased you O Sun of my life”, “verily you have, O Moon of my Delight, name your desire”, “only to pleasure you more and Allah willing to give you a son”.

The Emir smiled, turned to his Vizier. “I will do no more business this day, this audience is ended”. The Vizier beckoned and two attendants placed a robe around the Princess, striking a gong with his staff the Vizier had the hall cleared and was the last to leave.

The Emir raised a shaky Willow to her feet and led her to his private divan. Closing the door behind her Willow beheld a chamber of great luxury. Willow was uncertain what to do, the Emir removed the robe and once again Willow was naked before her lord.

The Emir looked at Willow, “verily it hath escaped me, how bounteously Allah hath made thee, thy body and especially thine arse, indeed, are glorious to behold”. “If thou O Emir, second only to the great Salomon in judgement and wisdom, finds that I please thine eye, then whilst thou use thine handmaiden for thy pleasure”. “Indeed that shall be my will, at great length and to thine utter exhaustion”.  

Leading Willow to a cushioned divan the Emir removed his outer clothing leaving only a loincloth, sitting down the Emir placed Willow over his lap with her body and legs resting on the cushions. It was immediately obvious to Willow that the Emir was quite excited, she hoped that he would not spend too much time on her arse. The Emir began to stroke Willows cheeks and slip his hand between them to feel her puckered rose and pussy. Soon his hand began to fall with weight and shortly he was building a fire in Willows arse, Willow was getting more and more excited and her pussy was dripping, this did not escape the Emirs notice, he stopped and placed Willow seated on his lap, “thou hast thy five and twentieth year this day”, “that is verily so O Sun of my Heart”. “As is our custom thou must take a birthday spanking from my hand, fetch thou that dragons tail, kneel thou on my bed, place thy head upon the cover, raise thine arse well up and open thy thighs that all may be revealed”.

“Canst thou count the number of thy years”; “I will endeavour to do so”.  The Emir raised the strap and laid it hard on the crown of Willows arse,

“Ouch, one master, oh, two master, three master, four master”, Willow began to sway her arse as the pain built up, by the twelfths stroke Willow was crying, by the twentieth stroke Willow was screaming, “o Allah help me, twenty master”, by the twenty-fifth stroke her nose was running, tears were pouring out of her eyes and she was panting and she was so hot, “take me master, take me now”!!!!

The Emir loosed his loincloth releasing his rampant prick, placing it at the entrance of Willows so ready pussy, with one hard push he entered Willow fully, within three strokes

 Willow was screaming out her first orgasm, the first of many, the Emir was in no hurry, every so often he reheated Willows arse with his hands, at one point Willow screamed out, “O master thou art built as a veritable stallion”, at this the Emir increased his speed and playing with Willows clit brought Willow to her biggest orgasm and pumped her full.Willow fell flat on her face as the Emir withdrew. Taking a bowl and cloth the Emir cleaned Willows face, as Willow recovered she looked worshipfully at her lord and master. “Thou art wonderful o my wife and my greatest treasure, now clean me up I would have thee again”. The Emir placed his prick in Willows mouth and she eagerly complied, so the night continued, till dawn broke. The end
Paul
 

Image significantly altered though adapted from and inspired by a series posted at Spanking Couple

AN IMPOSSIBLE NIGHT

copyright May 29, 2007, by emmy

It was an impossible night. Heaviest rain Althea had ever seen. The canyon road was obliterated by the torrential downpour enveloping the car as she snaked her way down to the town below. It was so bad that the wipers had almost no chance against the beating water.

“Damn” Althea spat under her breath, “I can’t be late for this, I just can’t” She pressed her toe down on the accelerator as far as she dared. It was her 25th birthday and Tom had been hinting at having the surprise of her life planned for her. She loved his simple loving nature.

Tom would be early, he always was. Althea knew his ways and really tried to be on time, early even but more often than not something delayed her nearly every time she had to meet him.

Tom had proposed to Althea three months ago. A beautiful diamond gleamed up at her as she gripped the wheel. Tom planned this dinner four weeks ago, choosing the restaurant, menu and wine with great care. He made the reservations to get the perfect table just to the left of the large fireplace at the inn. Althea knew how important this was to him. “Damn.”

It was impossible to see the pick up diagonally stopped in the road. Althea slammed on the breaks and swerved right to avoid hitting the truck but skidded to a stop hitting the guard rail on the right side of the road. Because she was trying not to crush her beautiful black silk dress Althea did not have her seat belt fastened. When the car hit the rail she was thrown into the windshield and steering wheel.

Slumped over in the front seat Althea slowly lost consciousness. “It seems so dark and hazy” here she thought. Getting out of the car she said aloud, “Where exactly am I.” Nothing looked familiar. “That’s odd; the rain has stopped so suddenly.” Also she had been traveling the canyon road all her life and “that house was definitely never there before. Better call for help.”

It was a cottage really with a beautiful front garden and white gate shining in the misty moonlight. The gate squeaked as she made her way to the front door. Night blooming flowers perfumed the air. She pounded lightly with the gleaming brass door knocker. A shuffle from within told her someone was coming to the door.

Althea gasped when the door swung aside and Tom’s wide grin greeted her. “Hi honey happy birthday.” He took her hand and led her inside where a warm fire was crackling in the fireplace.

He had soft music playing and a light supper laid out on a side table. Althea could still smell the scent of the garden wafting in through the open window, curtains shifting softly in the night air.

Tom sat her on the large comfy sofa and offered her some fruit from the table of food. It tasted sweet and wonderful. Althea started to apologize for being late but he stopped her in mid sentence. “We can discuss that at another time, this is really about your birthday you know.” He offered her some more food and settled back with her to eat. In addition to the fruit there were cheeses and crackers, cold chicken and small toast points.

The food and the warm fire lulled Althea into a dreamy state so when Tom suggested she go upstairs to the bedroom she complied willingly. Tom followed her closely as she ascended the winding staircase. She could hear him breathing behind her. A shiver went down her body in anticipation of the lovemaking she knew was to follow.

The entire hectic day seemed to catch up with her as she stood in the center of the cozy bedroom. Tom undressed her allowing her black dress and slip to fall to the floor at her feet. Next the black lace bra and panties along with the black stockings and garter belt. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, it felt so soft. She could hear Tom removing his shirt and shoes. The sound of him unbuckling his belt always caused a quickening in her groin. She shivered as he drew it from the loops around his waist, placed it, doubled over, on the night table and removed his jeans.

As he sat on the edge of the bed he motioned for her to come to him. Althea rolled herself to him and winding her arms about his neck and torso accepted his deep loving kiss with pleasure. Without a word he pulled her over his knee. Even though Tom had spanked her many times before Althea hesitated causing him to pull her with a heavier hand landing her with force face down over his lap.

“Don’t worry Baby” he cooed “it’s just your birthday spanking. You will get 25 of my best with one for good measure.” His strong hand kneaded and caressed her backside as he talked. As his legs trapped hers so she couldn’t shift away he drew her free hand into the small of her back holding it with his left hand.

Whack, “One” he said. Harder than she remembered. Whack, “Two” Harder still. Whack, Whack, Whack. Three four and five came in hard rapid succession. Not what she expected but the agreement was that Tom was completely in charge of her spankings. He paused after 10 to slip his hand down between her legs sliding his fingers into her slippery wetness.

The next five brought a tear to her eye, then Tom stood her on her feet and led her to the end of the bed and laying down a pillow pushed her down over the foot board. Tom spread her legs so that her toes barely touched the floor. She waited in docile anticipation for the next stroke of his hand. Then she heard it.

The clink of the buckle on his belt. It would be the first time Tom had spanked her with anything but his hand. Althea shivered as she gripped the soft quilt with both fists.

This first stroke was the most painful thing Althea ever felt at the hand of her beloved. It spread out over her already sore bottom like wild fire. “Sixteen” Tom reminded. She gasped with horror now remembering how many more were coming to her.

At 23 she felt her body succumbing to the throws of orgasm. It was difficult but she held out taking the last three strokes before letting herself go with it. He took her from behind enjoying the heat of her recently warmed bottom and pulsating orgasm. His hard strong shaft fully entering her again and again bringing on a second orgasm as he pushes into her as far as he can at his moment of release.

It seems like hours before they are able to move again. He picks her up and lays her on the bed, “Happy Birthday darling.” He whispers to her as he tucks her in. “Sleep” she mumbles as he slides into bed behind her, feeling his strong arms surround her she drifts away.

“Must be morning already” as what seemed the like the ringing of her alarm clock changed to a siren like yowl. The bed was moving. Tom was talking to her but she couldn’t make out his words that sounded tinny and then faded away again.

“Daylight, whiteness, can’t move” were her first thoughts. “The cottage and Tom where is Tom.” Althea felt the beginnings of panic grip her as she came to in very unfamiliar surroundings. “Well good morning girl” A cheerful red faced woman in a pink smock scurried in with a vase of flowers. “Welcome back. I’ll get your nurse, and maybe that handsome fella that’s been hanging around here underfoot all night.”

Althea was told of her accident on the canyon road the night before. “You’re lucky to be alive young woman.” The doctor told her at mid morning. “Concussion, light bruising two cracked ribs, you can go home tomorrow providing you do what you are told today” the doctor warned before he left. But where was Tom Althea wondered. She could not for the life of her remember her accident but the Cottage and her birthday spanking were clear as day.

It was 12:30 when Tom strode in. He had gone home to shower and change out of his suit that was ruined from the rain. He looked stern but relieved that she was ok. He placed a loving kiss on her forehead and large manila envelope on the bed beside her. “What’s this” she said picking up the envelope and turning it over.

Tom said, “Open it”. Inside was a beautifully drawn picture and brochure. Althea turned white. “That’s it,” she gasped, “The cottage.” What are you talking about Al? That’s your birthday present. I signed the papers last week. It’s our new home.”

Althea told Tom about what happened the night before at that very cottage and how she had no recollection of the accident. Tom assured her there was no birthday spanking delivered by him last night anywhere and definitely not at their new cottage, however, when she got well she could expect him to remedy that situation. He also let her know that she was to expect a harsher, more severe spanking over her bad habits of being always late and speeding around in the car without her seatbelt buckled around her. Tom was angry with her for endangering her life, but for now relieved and content to put it aside temporarily.

The nurse came in to get her out of bed for the first time. Tom watched as she put her feet on the floor. With the nurse on one side and Tom on the other she took her first shaky steps. As the nurse steps back behind her to tie her hospital gown she remarks. “We can’t figure how your bottom got so bruised in the accident dear. Not a usual spot to bruise for a concussion you know.” Althea looks back at the mirror behind her to see her still well reddened backside sporting slightly bluish welts.

Hope you had a great birthday Patty. Many happy returns.

copyright May 28, 2007, by Taz (aka Jeff, aka Sir Bump) 
Driving home had always seemed aggravating,but today just seemed a little more stressful than usual. First off,no one could have had any way of knowing that today was her birthday and she knew this, but even in the abscence of knowledge a little civility would be a nice thing.Maybe Steve would be the bright spot in her day and they could do something.

Steve opened the door for her with a smile as broad as the same door he had opened for her in exaggerated gentlemanly fashion.
“Happy Birthday baby!Come on in, Ive got the shower ready for you and our dinner reservations are set.”

 In spite of the past few moments of irritation she couldnt supress her own smile. Good ole’ Steve.  Her rock and her very reason for living.  He never let her down.Never cut her off in traffic….  Never sat motionless when the stop light was green,,,green as grass,,,as green as it GETS!

She forced herself to stop her in brain rant and bantered back and forth with Steve about how making a fuss wasnt necessary,and that it was just another of many birthdays.His nodded understanding conveyed a smile that made it plain that he knew his wife and he also knew that she would say these things.  But doesnt everyone like their birthday acknowledged?What she didnt see in his smile was the certainty that her birthday was soon to be acknowledged very clearly.

Stripping quickly and hopping into the shower,she felt the stress draining away as quickly as the water from her hair.She stood for long doses and let the water run through her hair.  It was less of a soap and water shower than one long rinse cycle.  She laughed at that thought and reached down to snap the water off.The sound of the shower curtain being slid back out of the way of her exit was loud in the silent aftermath.

She almost shrieked from the start of seeing Steve leaning with his back to the doorjam.  For a brief instant she thought of griping at him for scaring her like that.  She was unable to do so after she saw the belt in his hand,draped over one shoulder.

Her mind ran through a variety of dodges,smoke screens and pleadings.The one she settled on sounded just a tad bit too hopeful to pass muster.

“Before we go!!??”,she bleated.”Shouldnt we wait until after dinner?!!?” her stomach felt full of butterflies in an instant.  She thought maybe the butterflies were on vacation and had been replaced by a pack of vultures.

‘NOPE!” he shouted in a voice that contained just a little too much glee for her tastes at the moment. “Youre gonna be sitting on a sore ass at dinner tonight.  When we come back Ill be taking care of the leftovers.Both the food and whats left to spank out of you.But first things first!”

She opened her mouth to protest.  He silenced it before the word even formed with his index finger held to his lips.  Then with the same index finger turned towards the floor spinning in tiny circles he smiled and nodded his head.  His meaning was known well by this stage in their marriage.

Obediently, but with a slight shake in her knees, she turned her naked body for him to offer up her behind.  She bent forward, and with hope still springing eternal, put her hands on her knees and waited.  Hearing his chuckle, she inhaled sharply and exhaled through her nose while bending down further to wrap her fingers in between her toes, like she knew he was about to demand.There was one last card she could play.  Sounding tearful was her last line of defense so she thought she might as well go for it.

“Its my BIRTHDAY,Steven!”

The smile broke over his face like a tropical wave on a warm island. “Yes it is,my love.  YES it is!”

The pout lasted only as long as it took for the sound of the first crack from the belt to fill the room.  Her expression changed from pout, to panic, to very sorry wife in a few precious seconds to his eyes.

“Ohhhhh Noooo! Oh no, Oh no, Oh no,” she chanted while she gathered her breath and waited on the next fireball to find her bared and offered bum.  She wasnt kept waiting long.

“Can we now dispense with the grumpy grumbles about getting old, about birthdays, being unworthy of celebrating, and in general how unhappy you are with life, your financial situation. 

At this point she was grateful that her fingers were wrapped in between the toes and underneath the balls of her feet. Simply touching them would have led to a break in position and by the time they reached her age she would have had quite enough, thank you.  The added whacks for breaking position would have been a nightmare.His words were a reminder that the explosions going off on the surface of her bare bum were ones that she planed the charges for all week long.With the detonator in his hand, it was best just to keep her mouth shut,despite the urge to protest. The only sound to escape her lips were yelps and pitiful sobs until he told her she could stand up.

When he grabbed her up and hugged her tight she was silent and peaceful. She listened to the sound of her hitching breaths slow down and her husband cooing quietly to her that he loved her, and that this particular spanking was over.
“This….particular…spanking….?” she stuttered.  Her eyes were the classical deer in the headlights.  This was only the first round.

His smile was classically evil.  “You remember telling me about a month ago that your fantasy for your birthday was
that I would spank you like a naughty slave and make you do everything in bed that I want?  Well, I’m gonna give you your fantasy baby!”

She laughed genuinely for the first time all week long. “Cant you take a joke!?” she grumbled in mock-seriousness.

As long as she lived,she never forgot the glint in his eyes at that moment.  Neither one of them were really getting old.  He pushed the bathroom door open further so she could see the dress he had laid out for her.  Lifting her chin,he changed the tone of his voice so she would know that at least about this much,he wasnt joking.

“No underwear.Dinner is at 7:00 pm.You dont want to be the reason we are late.”

She lowered her eyes,because she knew how much it turned him on and simply said, “Yes Sir.”

He strode purposefully to the bedroom door.When he reached it he turned with a beautiful smile and said, “Its not gonna be just another birthday baby.”

When the door closed she brushed the tear from her eye and set about getting dressed.

by maggie May 28, 2007

I was stirred from my dreams by the dreadful screams of the alarm clock, and my morning began. I reached for the snooze button, and I realized that Tim was no longer in our bed. I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, but he wasn’t there either. “Where could you be this early on a Sunday morning?” I spoke into the empty room. It was then that I heard the garage door open with the roar of his truck making its way through the open garage door. A few minutes later Tim appeared. He stood there before me with a smile on his face and a bouquet of roses in one hand with a gift in the other. I just smiled. After I put the roses in the vase, he led me to our bedroom. We were curled up under the sheets when I asked about opening the gift that he brought with us upstairs. Tim simply smiled and said that I could open it now or after my birthday spanking. Of coarse I should have known by the smirk on his face that it was a trap. But I was too excited to see what was inside. I took the package and ripped all the paper off, and I tore into the box. The look on my face caused him to chuckle. It was a replica of the hairbrush that I threw away a few months ago… Um, I mean the hairbrush that mysteriously disappeared. He simply said that since I opened the present before my birthday spanking, that he would have to use the contents to perform the act. Before I knew it, I was over his knees with my nighty pulled up to my shoulders and my panties on the floor. After 25 solid whaps and an extra for good luck, he threw the brush down and we made love for the rest of the morning. It was a great start to a special day.

here’s # 1, thank you maggie, hope you like the drawing … looks like Jeff’s got one up too….   Hope some more folks join in…. 

Here is a reader’s write story that I have illustrated.  See if you can guess who wrote it?  and no it was not me or John. 

(Note:  The themes in this story are strong. Not all spankos or those into DD without D/s will find it to their tastes, but it’s my hope you’ll appreciate the brave self exploration of needs and desires.  Hope ya like my drawing too.) 

Down Lost Road
©Taz, 2007
 Hello old friend;
I hope things are going well out there in Seattle for you. I remember it very vividly, because it is such a beautiful town. I remember the look in your eyes when we went downstairs and you asked me about the room with the lock on the door. When I started to explain it to you, then the girls came downstairs and we were cut off, but I could clearly see your interest. I’m writing you today to explain a few things that I had no time to, the other day.
Your best friend is “one of those” people, and I have no shame about it. One thing I’ve learned in this life is that there is no time for shame. I wasted fifteen years of my life with my ex-wife, as did you with yours. That room in my basement is the culmination of finding a kindred soul in Jenny. She feels as I do that there are poisonous resentments that creep their way into every corner of our lives and, if they are left unattended to, destroy what could be the greatest love of our lives.
I was about to explain to you that first experience that sent me down that path when we were interrupted. I hope you wanted to hear the rest of the story, because here it is:
My ex decided after the kids were both in school that she needed a job to elevate her self-worth and I was all for it. She never seemed to hang on to a job very long and it made extra money for us. At one point, however, her employers saw something in her that brought about her promotion. This was all well and good with me and I encouraged her because I saw it as no challenge to me personally but rather, a boon to her self-esteem. I told her in no uncertain terms, however, that family is first. I would surely grab the clothes and put them in the laundry or make dinner myself on some occasions, but I also knew her pretty well. I worried that she would not be able to keep her priorities straight. This turned out to be well founded.
Natalie was just into high school and in that time frame where her own self-esteem could be crushed in a light fell swoop. She came home on yet another Friday and acted very edgy and nervous. When I asked her what the problem was, she told me that Mom had promised to be home to take her to the dance and to chaperone that night and all the chaperones were to be there by six pm.
Needless to say that by this point, my warning had gone unheeded. My ex has always been a very headstrong woman and as the late hours were increasing on her job, she continued to insist that her priorities were just fine and that maybe I shouldn’t be so “clingy”. I grit my teeth and thought that possibly the thing to do was to give her some space, but I won’t lie to you. Right then and there, I wanted to yank her up against my chest and tell her that I was still the man of the house and I don’t just talk to hear myself.
A side note: For years I have had these two sides of myself. One is the caveman variety, and one is the everyday man. The caveman likes his sex dirty and rough(.I have to qualify this here: By “rough” I mean the hair pulling, sweaty, ramming it to her, take it from behind like the bitch you are, kind of “rough”. It’s never okay to force a woman who isn’t into this) Therein laid the first trouble of my first marriage. She loved rough six’s just resented it the next day.
Part of this is the confusion of her own soul. She loved a “real man.” Now, when the good part was over, she fought the submissive half of herself. She hadn’t learned that because things are “this way” in the privacy of our own home that does not mean I will drag her off by the hair when we are out in public if I should choose to do so. She hadn’t learned that her value as a woman does not decrease as a submissive, but actually is elevated
NOW, on to our story…
The phone rang. Of course it was two hours later than she was supposed to be home. There she was, a little bit lit and promising to be home in time for the dance and to take Natalie as she promised. I told her that she didn’t need to be drinking and then driving home and THEN driving our daughter to a dance. She of course laughed all this off, pooh-pooh, you know nothing, etc .I told her I was on my way to get her ass and come home. I hung up the phone. I didn’t wait for a reply. That was probably my own mistake.
You might have guessed that the time flew ever onward like the winged feet of Mercury and you might be quite correct.
So, needless to say I took one tearful teenage girl to the dance, our younger son to my brother-in-law’s house where he could play with his little cousin and set out for town to have a “discussion” with her. If only I could relate to you the feeling I had, driving the back roads to get to town, and cursing myself for being so “weak” that I allowed this to happen to my own family. Then, even better, if I could relate to you the rage I felt, the absolute and complete rage, when I saw her vehicle halfway in my lane rounding that curve near Martin road.
I swung the truck in a U-turn and pursued but she just stuck her hand out the window and waved like” Here I am,,, I’m comin, ya old fart!”  I pulled up alongside and pointed to the side of the road.” PULL THE HELL OVER!” Maybe what I said was a little rougher than that; I refuse to answer any more on the grounds which I may incriminate myself……
For the first time in a longtime, I saw her face go pale. I had never struck my ex before but I think she thought that maybe this might be a first. When she pulled over I was out of my car, threw open her door and grabbed her hand to pull her out of the seat. Let’s just say that the presence of alcohol could be detected on her breath.
Without a word, I brought her by my grip on her upper arm, on her toes, all the way to my truck. I put her in the passenger seat. Nearly slammed the door off the hinges, and rounded the car to get in the driver’s seat. Of course, you know the ex, and her mouth started yammering. Yammering about her rights and freedoms as an American individual to get shit-faced drunk if she should choose, and to laugh and act like a teenager with her working girlfriends and I was just an American ogre for not letting her drive when she was perfectly capable. Then she announced that she had to pee…..and pee very soon.
You know that stretch of back road between the house and town. A dirt road here and a dirt road there, off to the left and the right. When I looked up after she announced that her bladder had gone to Defcon 5,there in Technicolor I saw the sign which read” Lost Rd.”
Lost road huh? Perfect, I thought.
Lost road was as advertised. Not a house, not a soul. I think maybe even the wolves were scared of going down Lost road without packing something. I found a suitable spot with lots of trees and pulled to the edge of the dirt road. She bounded out of the car, already fumbling with her zipper so she could run commute with nature without staining those jeans she valued so much. She liked the way they framed her ass. As I watched her stumble off, so did I.I took the keys out of the ignition and got out of the truck.
She was in “mid-pee” when she saw my eyes and she knew. She knew just as surely as someone had shown her the truth in a history book somewhere. Her mouth, no longer yammering, began to open and close like a fish lying on a dock waiting for the filet knife.
When she finished I already had her by the arm and was yanking her over my knee. As luck would have it, her pants were already down and I didn’t need to bother with that ritual. Sneaky of me, huh? Among protests, threats and a struggle worthy of a wildcat, I secured her legs by draping my right one over both of hers at the knee and when she swatted her hand ineffectually at my own, I placed it up between her shoulder blades and began whacking, hard and fast.
I gave her a word for each whack. Each word being part of a sentence containing some rules we were going to come to an understanding about out here on Lost Rd.
“You-will-start-putting-your-family-first-again-,Missy.-You -will-start-being-a -wife-to-me-and-a-mother-to -your-kids.
She screamed and howled and when asked if she understood these things, she screamed “FUCK YOU!”….Such language huh? So of course I had to spank much harder. Trust me; those moments are precious memories now.
WHAT-DID-YOU-SAY?-I-THINK-YOU-NEED-TO-LEARN-A -LITTLE-HUMILITY!
Humility is such a great word. Let’s just say that after about three minutes of solid, hard ass beating, (and a swelling hand, I hate to admit) she had learned a great deal of humility.
NOW, you knew my ex but you didn’t know that oral sex was far, far beneath a woman of her dignity and pride. Only trailer trash did that sort of thing in her eyes. Sufficient to say that after those moments were done, Miss I don’t do that sort of thing, rolled directly off my lap and fumbled with my zipper.
Randy, it wasn’t just that she was going to suck my cock now. It was the way she went about it. She rolled off my lap, directly to her knees but it seemed to me that if she had a tail it would be between her legs and her shoulders were hunched up as if trying to turtle her head back inside a shell. She SCRAMBLED to please me.
I was satisfied that it wasn’t a lack of enthusiasm or effort on her part, mind you, but it’s sufficient to say that she lacked practice at oral
sex. Everyone knows that practice makes perfect, and she had considered herself above such wifely duties, in the past. I decided that I had enough of that and I wanted to do something that would make this moment an epiphany for both of us. I put my hand on her forehead and told he rotates enough.”

I stepped back, deciding that my admonishment about her failures to be a wife should be addressed and to show her at that exact moment what this would mean. She watched me step around behind her, and didn’t move as I yanked the pant legs of her jeans up and off of her, lifting her legs in the air as I did so. After shredding her panties out of my way, I slipped my own jeans down to my knees and kicked one foot out of its pant leg. She knew what was next, because she was already getting into position. On her hands and knees wasn’t good enough this time though, I put my hand squarely between her shoulder blades and simply said, “Down, bitch.I want those tits on the ground.”

As she placed her arms overhead to brace herself, I pushed all the way in on the first thrust and grabbed hold of her ankles. I stood up while buried balls deep inside her and began scooting her across the ground with my thrusts. My grip on her ankles kept her rocking back to me. I wanted her to understand this new place with me and to feel the humility of serving, even at the cost of her pride and sense of self. To be truthful, I felt, for lack of a better phrase, like a god. Maybe a better description would simply be to say I just let myself be me.
She only said three words the whole time. She said them over and over again. “Oh my God!” It wasn’t pain. It wasn’t fear. She never said the word, “No.” She was completely wrapped up in being taken, and the sensations that both her mind and body were experiencing. I held back, wanting to make this last as long as possible. As I used her, I kept reminding her of the words she heard during her spanking and added a few here and there: “You’re going to be a good wife to me, woman.” “Do you understand your place now, bitch?” “You wanna feel me cum inside you, don’t you slut?”

When I heard her panting, affirmative replies to my questions, I felt like I could carry both her and the truck home on my shoulder. When she felt me explode inside her, she cried out her own nirvana and gripped what little grass the clearing offered, ripping it out of the ground. Shudders periodically passed through that half naked body underneath me, as I set her knees back down on the ground. We got our clothes back on, got back in the car and drove home.
Everything felt fixed. Everything felt right. She sat gingerly in the middle of the front seat so she could be next to me, hand on my leg. I took her home, stripped her, and ordered her into bed. She obeyed without comment, possibly for the first time in her life, and I got a quick view of purple living color on each cheek of that bare ass. Just as she scrambled to please me on Lost Rd, she scrambled to get her naked ass into bed. I picked up our son at my brother in law’s house and he drove out with me to retrieve her vehicle. I picked up the daughter at the dance. All was well, or so a fellow would think. The next morning she told me the next time I was “violent” with her, she would call the police. I told her that next time she risked hundreds of other people’s lives driving drunk on the road, what I would do would be the least of her worries and that*she*might be the one spending time at the county hotel.

So what went wrong? If this was the moment of truth, why is she now an ex? Well buddy, the only thing I can tell you is that I may have rediscovered a truth about myself that I wanted to embrace, but she discovered a truth about herself that she chose to hide from. I could go into all the deep psychological reasons but its all window dressing. The point is, once you find what is true for yourself, will you have the courage to put the truth to use in your own life?

As for me, Randy, the truth was simple: It was an old dirt road that could be considered almost one lane .Once I made that right hand turn down Lost Rd. I found that at least for myself, there was no turning back.
             Take care of yourself out there……
 

This is a fantasy inspired by an e-mail I received from the gentlman who answered my personal ad.  He’s given me permission to post it, and I hope he will share his version with you aso.  I like his better.    edit:  St Patrick’s day morning 6:50 AM….  John’s version of this scenario is posted s the 1st comment here…. *grin*

She knew as she walked from her car that he was inside waiting for her, and the thought sent a raw surge of anticipation and anxiety through her body centering itself deep in the pit of her stomach and waking up the throb between her thighs that had tormented her all day.  The flesh of her bottom tingled and her heart skipped a beat as her hand reached to open the door, the promise he’d made that morning echoing in her mind.

“We are going to finish this when we get home from work today Patty, and when I am through with your backside you are going to know that I am serious about you looking after your health.”