Archive for August, 2008

You’re Putting That Boot Where??

August 24, 2008 · Filed under BDSM Community, Dominance, Kink

If everything goes as planned, in a few weeks I’ll be doing a boot worship scene. This will be a definite new experience for me; one that I hope will spark a renewed passion for non-sexual/casual play.

It’s not uncommon, after the initial frenzy for play we experience as newbies dies down, for kinksters to start getting a little bored and dissatisfied with the familiar floggings and spankings; especially at a casual or public play level. I’m hoping that by finding something novel to focus on, I can bring back some of the magic of my early days attending play parties.

As This Girl noted in her last entry there at Kinky Sex Link, BDSM is a drug, an addiction. Sometimes we coast so long on that drug that it loses its intoxicating power and we’re forced to search for a new high. So sometime we search for deeper submission, or higher levels of pain, to bring on that high, and sometimes we switch roles to experience the greener grass on the other side.

And sometimes we just look inwards, find a latent fetish, and drag it out to the light of day.

(Or is that the dark of the dungeon?)

As a little girl, I was already quite submissive. I enjoyed serving, and I enjoyed earning praise and attention from those I adored. Although my mother, being very dominant, was often the one I sought to please, I worshipped both my grandfather and my father.

My father, a part-time country and western singer, often wore cowboy boots and one of my favourite activities as a child was to remove those boots when he’d come in from work.

(I can see the Freudian heads nodding, and the soft Aha’s from the readers already. LOL)

Now cowboy boot removal can be difficult, and the feat is often accomplished by having the remover straddle one boot-covered foot, facing away from the boot-wearer, and gripping the boot heel in both hands. The boot-wearer then plants the other foot on the remover’s ass, and gives a good shove.

Remover and boot then tend to go flying, often landing with a satisfying thump on the floor.

I remember how much laughter accompanied the boot-removal ritual, and how it felt to hold the soft, fragrant leather in my hands. I remember the thrill of waiting for that literal boot in the ass, and how my father would often draw it out, until I was giggling so hard that when the real shove came I wasn’t prepared and I’d be nothing more than a giggling pile on the floor, grasping the offending – and well-loved – footwear in hand.

So many Freudian layers. The sexuality of youth and its focus on the father/mother figure, the feel of the firm power between innocent, but sensitive thighs…It doesn’t take a psychologist to work out the not-so-innocent pleasures in such an innocent act of affection between parent and child.

(Now, lest anyone take offense, my father is a wonderful parent. I had an extremely safe, loving childhood, and in no way am I dealing with anything resembling the resolution of incest issues. Pure and simple, the little girl in me still loves to please her “father”, and the woman in me can’t help but now include her sexuality in this endeavour.)

So, in a few weeks, I hope to be doing a scene that replays this boot removal ritual, along with other boot worship activities that will please the cowboy-boot-wearing dominant friend who’ll be indulging me in this.

Oh, and he has mentioned boot-blacking skills. What?? Time for research, I guess.

Stay tuned…

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Kinky Sex Link – Live!

August 23, 2008 · Filed under BDSM Community, Blogging, Kink Link, KinkySexLink.com

I’m very pleased to be part of this new collaborative blog site that brings together all kinds of people from the sex-positive/BDSM community. The site went live this morning and will feature not just sex blogs, but a variety of informative, educational, and fun stuff as well.

So, go, check out Kinky Sex Link now!

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The Calgary Herald Heralds BDSM?

August 22, 2008 · Filed under BDSM Community, In The News, Kink, Kink Link

An article on BDSM in the Calgary Herald?? Who would have imagined it?

I think it’s pretty even-handed and non-threatening; looks like we’re slowly making headway into the mainstream here in Canada. I’m in full support of educating the public, and opening the doors to safe exploration of our lifestyle. My only concern is that by putting it out there we may be encouraging the un-initiated into jumping off into the deep end before they realize the potential risks.

Not much we can do about that except get the word out there about workshops, books and munches, and hope people take advantage of the information readily available to them.

One of the nice things about this article is that it quotes Jay Wiseman, someone we can respect as an eloquent spokesman for the lifestyle. If you haven’t read any of his books then I urge you to do so. I really loved S/M101 and I recommend it for anyone in the lifestyle.

Read the article and let me know what you think about it.

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HNT – Dried Roses

August 21, 2008 · Filed under Art, HNT, Photo, Photography

A Little fun with photo editing. Happy HNT!!

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The Myth Of “Breaking Submissives”

August 20, 2008 · Filed under D/s, Dominance, Exploding Myths, Kink Link, Relationships, Submission, bdsm

I can’t say it any better than F.F.R. Mallory, known as Mistress Steel of Steel-Door. Her site is full of interesting articles.

Read Breaking A Submissive, and pass it on to anyone you know who is new to BDSM and can use this help in understanding this concept.

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A New Project – Kinky Sex Link

August 18, 2008 · Filed under BDSM Community, Blogging, Kink Link, KinkySexLink.com

Lady Evyl has seen fit to start up a collaborative blog after having had issues with one she was on just recently. The same project I was on…for a very short time. Days even.

Here is Lady Evyl’s account of what she experienced.

Now, here’s my two cents:

I was ousted from the site because apparently the owner hadn’t thought through that she could only accept blogs with a certain technorati rating. (IE: high traffic in essence). I learned of this through an email and I flipped to her site to see that I had indeed been removed.

After a day or two – to give myself time to decide exactly what I wanted to say about such unexpected treatment – I finally emailed her to say I felt it was poor form to un-invite people after inviting them, and especially to dump them off the site before even emailing them with no discusion or opportunity to build the traffic she’d decided she needed.

Her response? That she felt awful, and she hoped I’d understand that she had no choice. Interesting. No choice? So, is she not the owner? Is she being held hostage by Technorati?

Oh well, c’est la’vie. It’s her site and her right to handle her projects in any way she chooses. Personally if these are examples of her business practices I’m glad to be going elsewhere. And we all know karma’s a bitch, so I’ll just walk away with a smile.

I’m happy to be a part of Lady Evyl’s new project. It’ll be launching on August 23rd.

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Kinky Weekends ‘R Us

August 18, 2008 · Filed under BDSM Community, Career, Local BDSM Community, Play Party

It’s nice to have an all-out kinky weekend every now and again.

Although I’ve been managing to get to the play parties on a semi-regular basis they don’t always fit into R.’s plans and I often go with other friends, so it was lovely when R. agreed to go to Rascals with me on Saturday night.

It’s been hot out so I opted for lacy black lingerie, and a feather fan, in lieu of PVC, leather or anything resembling a corset. I know I wasn’t the only one with that thought, I noticed a definite lack of the usual corsets and heavy fetish wear. I even discarded the idea of wearing my usual stockings.

The evening started out on a very high note when we managed to win the door prize. This was particularly sweet, as the door prize was a lovely crop, and I rank crops as my favourite hit-me-harder toy. The crop is a deep mahogany colour with a medium length tip and has a very nice feel to it.

It also got nicely christened at the party. Thanks R.!

::grin::

I actually didn’t find the event overly warm in the end, although R. did, and so I spent some of the time being his fanning slave. It’s too bad I don’t feel comfortable kneeling on the floor at places like that. It just doesn’t seem right for a fanning slave to sit at eye level with the Emperor.

Kneeling there with a fan would have made a for a nice slave moment. But between the not-always-clean floors of these older halls and the getting-stepped-on factor it just doesn’t appeal to me, so chair it was. Perhaps we should have brought a blanket for kneeling and found ourselves a low traffic area.

Sunday was the munch that I organize, and it’s been going very nicely. I’m pleased with the turnout and with the fact that the kinky shopping I envision as part of the munch’s appeal is a big hit. I was also happy that I was able to assist Padme in getting there.

I do feel that supporting people in making their first steps into public events is all part of being an event organizer. I know how much it meant to her to be able to come and it was no hardship to be there for her. It also gave me a glimpse into her master’s character that he is so protective of her, and yet has enough confidence in her to allow her to spread her wings this way. It was a long distance for her to come to meet with a group of strangers.

She’s a lot of fun and I look forward to seeing her – and meeting Anakin – out at more events. And there is more shopping in our future, I know.

::grin::

The munch has really exceeded my expectations and I believe I’ve gotten to know some of the regulars much better. I now count a few of them as friends where they were only acquaintances just months ago.

I may give off a strong social butterfly vibe when I’m out at events, but it actually takes me time to truly warm-up to people and let my guard down. I mask this well, because I’m also very affectionate and genuinely like most people. In fact meeting new people is something I rate as very high on my enjoyment list.

What takes a while is for me to decide whether I want to encourage a deeper friendship with someone. I like to be sure I can compliment someone’s life, and that they can compliment mine before I start seeking them out in more intimate settings.

Being friends is important work, and a responsibility I take seriously, so I take my time before adding people to this list. Investing too much, too soon, can lead to some rough and painful moments. This is a lesson I had to learn the hard way; I don’t want to have to learn it again.

Many of the folks that I’ve spent time with recently are finding their way onto my true friends list, and I’m excited about that. It means a busier social schedule, but right now I have time and energy for that.

Being unemployed has its benefits.

On that front I was surprised by a phone call from my optometrist last Thursday. He knows I’m interested in moving into the optician business and he called to ask me if I’d like to come for an interview.

Heck, yes! I adore him, and his staff. I also love the idea of working downtown.

Wish me luck!!

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Doctor, Is It A Boy…Or A Girl?

August 16, 2008 · Filed under Gender Issues, Self-Image

There was a fetlife discussion today about the validity of banning MtF transgendered women from women-only groups.

When it comes to discussions about what makes a man a man, or a woman a woman, I’m with the sliding scale contingent. Gender is not binary, nor can it be defined by DNA, chromosomes, or penis size – or lack thereof, as it were.

(Hey, I get the penile enhancement emails too, and I think it’s very progressive of those kind people, and non-judgemental. I’m sure they’re just respecting my right to identify my gender on my own terms.)

10 years ago I entered the BDSM world as tomboy. At the time I was only hanging out with gay men, and although I never dated or slept with gay men I was pretty much living the life of one. I was estranged from the straight world in every way, except at work.

Short hair, overalls, sneakers, sometimes even a baseball cap; that was my uniform.

When I started submitting to my first dom he told me I was far prettier than I let people see. He required me to grow my hair out, and, because I was actually becoming sexually active again after a long self-imposed celibacy, I began the whole shave-the-legs, put-on-lacy-things ritual…

Now, my gay friends like to tease me about how I am “such a girl”. I wear skirts most of the time, and love stockings with garters and lacy bras. My corset collection is only limited by my finance.

(Trust me, you thought Carrie of Sex In The City had a hard-on for shoes, well, my corset addiction is kept in check only by the fact that I’m a poor working class girly.)

So, what’s my point here?

Simply this…has my DNA changed? Nope. My chromosomes? Nope. I’m still the same person physically that I was 10 years ago.

But now, instead of being a gay man in a female body, I’m all that society classes as female. You won’t find my cleavage hiding, or my legs unshaved.

(Okay, so I have lazy days here and there in the winter but in my defence a little leg hair helps keep you warm! It’s a scientific fact!)

Where we stand on the gender scale is a lot like where we stand on the weight scale. Some of us find ourselves staying put at a societal norm, others fluctuate. Some of us find a comfy place somewhere along the outer reaches of the scale’s ability to measure and are happy. Some struggle with change, some struggle to stay at a place that feels right.

Our English language has not been able to keep up with our growing acceptance of this sliding scale, unfortunately. It seems they are few labels that we have at our disposal, and not all of them positive. Boy, girl, sissy, tomboy…

I’m an optimist. I believe perceptions are changing and that law and language will be forced to follow. In the meantime, can’t we all just try to show a little compassion to the rest of the world? That’s how change starts.

Once we realize that it’s possible to live and let live, and not feel compelled to push people into ill-fitting little cubby holes, then it’ll be a far better world.

I’d like to live in a world where everyone actually has room to breathe and grow; a right to seek their own personal happiness.

Go ahead, call me a bleeding heart, I dare ya.

I’ve been called worse.

::grin::

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HNT – Red Vamp

August 14, 2008 · Filed under Fetish Wear, HNT, Photo

A favourite photo of mine taken just before a local event.  Curves can be sexy!!

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Cin Gets Herself A Spanking…

August 7, 2008 · Filed under D/s, Erotica, Fun, Kink Link, Spanking

Here’s a fun link. Generate your own personal spanking story.

Here’s mine:

Cin Gets Herself a Spanking

Cin was in trouble and she knew it. She wondered if Daddy R. would spank her right away or make her wait. ”Waiting is the worst!” she thought, though in this case maybe it would be better to put it off… She didn’t need to speculate, though, she’d know soon enough – she could hear a man’s footsteps approaching the door. As she watched, the handle turned with what seemed like an unnatural slowness. An icy hand gripped her right in the middle of her bottom.

”Act natural,” she told herself, which only caused her to give a nervous giggle just as her daddy walked in.

”What’s wrong?” Daddy R. asked immediately.

”Me? Nothing! Why do you ask?”

”Just that you have a strange look on your face.” So much for ”natural,” Cin thought. Daddy R. continued. ”Okay, what have you done?”

”Um… nothing?”

”Cin…”

”Yes, Daddy R.?”

”Come on, out with it. Now.” He had never been all that patient in these situations and was already heading toward the bedroom. Cin hurried to head him off.

”It’s nothing, honest. It’s just that… Well, I…” Try as she might, she couldn’t think of a way to make it sound any better.

”I spent money when you told me I have to save it,” she said with a rush. Daddy R. stopped in his tracks, slowly turning to look at her.

”Cindi! It’s nothing, honest?” he mocked in a voice of disbelief. ”It doesn’t sound like nothing. It sounds a lot like buying frilly panties without permission.” Cin felt herself tighten at that word – it had unfortunate connotations – unfortunate for her and unfortunate for her bottom. ”We’ve talked about buying frilly panties without permission, haven’t we?” Daddy R.’s speech went on. ”We have a way of dealing with buying frilly panties without permission, don’t we, little miss?” Every time he used the term ”buying frilly panties without permission” he might as well be saying ‘’spanking,” she thought. ”Cindi, you do know how we deal with buying frilly panties without permission, don’t you?” Instinctively Cin’s hands shot back to cover her bottom, in a way answering Daddy R.’s question very clearly. Though that’s not the answer her voice gave.

”Well, I know… but… I thought… maybe this time…

”You thought maybe this time what, little miss? That you wouldn’t be spanked? That buying frilly panties without permission wouldn’t get you a good bare-bottomed spanking?”

Cin didn’t want a spanking – Daddy R.’s spankings hurt! While she was getting them they stung like mad – she was always convinced she just had to get away and never could – and they left her so sore! Not just sore, very sore – sore like when you sit down a long time later you can still feel it like you just got it, that kind of sore. And she certainly didn’t want one of those – especially not on her bare bottom!

And that was exactly how her daddy was going to spank her – over his knee, her head down, her favourite daddy’s jammie bottoms that she was wearing off, bottom up, panties down, bottom bare, her flushed skin inviting his stern reproval! Daddy R. had never once let her keep her panties up. Quickly Cin’s mind raced to remember what panties she’d put on, thankful that her red ones wouldn’t add any to her embarrassment – having her bottom bared was embarrassing enough as it was!

Part of her wanted to run and hide, but most of her simply followed Daddy R. into the bedroom – the bedroom, where she was always taken to be spanked. Much as she hated getting a spanking, especially one of Daddy R.’s spankings, she really did dislike buying frilly panties without permission and really wished she could stop doing it. If having her daddy spank her would stop her from buying frilly panties without permission, maybe that was a good thing – if only it didn’t have to be such a spanking!

Once in the bedroom, Daddy R. looked at her sternly as he sat on the bed, extending his legs as her soon-to-be ”resting” place. My God, already? Cin thought to herself, but Daddy R., instead of immediately motioning her over his lap and into place, clasped a hand on each of her arms.

”Now litttle girl, I want to be fair about this, you know that, I hope. You should also know that I’m disappointed to hear about your buying frilly panties without permission.” Cin’s spirits sunk even lower, though for a new reason now. She didn’t like to disappoint Daddy R.. ”Very,” he added. Maybe she really did deserve a spanking. ”I want you to tell me how this happened,” he concluded. She tried to bow her head but with a gentle touch he raised her chin and made her look him in the eye.

”I don’t know…” was all she could think of to tell him. It would take too long to explain and not do any good anyway – but he wasn’t about to settle for that.

”This buying frilly panties without permission of yours, it must have had some reason. It didn’t just happen, now did it? And I want you to tell me how or why it did.” His face hardened even further. ”And you are going to tell me.”

”It’s like this – I wanted to look pretty for you.”

”I see. Cin?”

”Yes, Daddy R.?”

”Did I just hear anything that would keep me from giving you a spanking? Anything that would discourage me from giving you each and every swat of the spanking you’ve earned?”

”I don’t know… maybe…” she replied sullenly.

”Cindi.”

”No. I guess not…”

”No. Nothing I heard dissuades me in the least. You, little miss, have behaved yourself into a panties-down spanking and now you are going to get it.”

Fighting off thoughts of how soon Daddy R. would have her flushed bare and blushing, Cin moved hesitantly to her daddy’s side and was a little surprised when he didn’t immediately pull her over his waiting lap. Glancing up at his stern face, her surprise turned to dismay and she felt her stomach tighten.

”Oh no,” she said softly, hopelessly.

”Oh yes,” came his reply. ”You know better.”

”No, really – please? I don’t need that… do I?” This last was no more than a whisper.

”You need to learn, and the paddle helps you learn. Don’t make me waste my time – spanking you by hand has never changed a thing.

”Go,” Daddy R. demanded and commanded.

Reluctantly – very reluctantly – Cin trudged off to get the paddle. Retrieving it from on the dresser, she took just a tiny moment to feel both its unfeeling undefined and her own twinge of rebelliousness – ooo, to throw it, hide it, destroy it! Now that would be satisfying! Instead, the paddle would have its satisfaction on her, heating, punishing, scalding her poor helpless bottom. And if she ever did manage to do away with it, Cin had no doubt that Daddy R. would produce something even worse to deal with her current infraction and that additional one as well!

Shaking herself free of such imaginings, Cin and her thoughts returned to the bedroom and her daddy’s side, meekly proffering the demanded and dreaded paddle, knowing full well that in mere moments it would be blistering her bottom, and thoroughly. Her poor little bottom! What did it ever do? It wasn’t the one that had a problem with buying frilly panties without permission, she was. Why should it have to suffer? It just wasn’t fair!

Oblivious to these objections, Daddy R. still sat like a deity on the bed, waiting to tumble her over his unforgiving thighs. As he reached to take the paddle from her, she pulled it back slightly.

”You’ll start slowly, won’t you?” She knew she wasn’t supposed to ask and he always replied with ”Is that what you deserve, little miss?” But this once Daddy R. just took the paddle from her and nodded sympathetically.

Seeing his reaction Cin realized that she must be in even more trouble than she imagined. Her whole body stiffened and shook and she couldn’t keep herself from turning and trying to run away – but Daddy R. was too quick for her, he’d grabbed her wrist even as the paddle left her hand. Before she knew it she was over his knee and the blood was rushing to her head.

Spank! He began immediately – spank spank spank spank spank!

”Ow! Oh! Wait!” No matter how much time Daddy R. would take leading up to it, the first swat always startled her. Alternating stiffening and squirming, she quickly sunk into place as her daddy jostled her for a better and steadier grip.

Spank spank spank – spank spank spank spank! spank! spank! spank! spank!

”Ow! No! Too hard!” Cin protested, though really her her favourite daddy’s jammie bottoms that she was wearing muffled the effect considerably – nearly all of this pain was caused by her own tension and apprehension. So far!

Spank spank spank spank! spank! spank!

”Ow ow ow!” she continued, only to have Daddy R. chastise her further.

”Settle down, little miss – we haven’t even started. I”m just getting you settled in. You can’t even feel anything through your her favourite daddy’s jammie bottoms that she was wearing.”

Spank spank spank! spank spank! spank spank!

”No, no! I feel it! I do! don’t!” Cin insisted somewhat nonsensically – the chance that he would stop already was non-existent.

”Shall I stop already? I thought I was doing this for you – you do know what’s next, don’t you?”

Ah – here was the dilemma upon whose horns Cin lay. To be spanked over her her favourite daddy’s jammie bottoms that she was wearing, and therefore longer – or to shorten it a little and jump right to ”pants-down”? Or even panties-down? She made the same coward’s choice she always had before.

Spank spank spank spank – spank spank spank! spank spank!

”No, no – that’s okay,” she decided immediately, and having done so found that this phase was much more tolerable. Maybe by the time he gets to my bare bottom I’ll be ready, Cin thought. Right. And maybe his arm will wear out first – or I’ll just fly to the moon!

Spank spank spank – spank spank spank spank! spank! spank! spank! spank!

”Owww. Owwwwww,” Cin moaned softly, concluding that some sort of reaction was still in her favor. ”Hey! Wait!” For no sooner had she resigned herself to an over-the- her favourite daddy’s jammie bottoms that she was wearing spanking than the her favourite daddy’s jammie bottoms that she was wearing-spanking was over! ”Stop! Not yet!”

”Oh?” Spank spank spank spank!!! ”Haven’t had enough yet? I thought you were in a hurry!” Spank spank spank spank!!! Cin’s daddy saw to it that these final swats before her her favourite daddy’s jammie bottoms that she was wearing deserted her made all the more of an impression.

”OW! Geez!” She twisted around in an attempt to see if he was still using his hand – it seemed harder than ever! All she managed to see was Daddy R. removing her first line of defense. He slid the blue fabric off her bottom, revealing her red panties.

Spank spank spank spank!!! Haaaaah, Cin thought.

”Haaaaaaah!” Cin said. She had thought of her her favourite daddy’s jammie bottoms that she was wearing as sort of insubstantial it but had been giving her more protection than she realized – now with nothing between his hand and her thin panties his every spank stung and stung to high heaven! Spank spank! spank spank! spank spank spank! spank spank spank!

”Owwwwooooooo? Oww? Ow, ow?” In her mind Cin questioned if Daddy R. really needed to spank her quite this completely.

Picking up on this, her daddy didn’t hesitate. ”If you didn’t want this spanking, little miss, you shouldn’t have been buying frilly panties without permission,” he decreed, his logic unassailable. Like she hadn’t thought of that! ”You know what buying frilly panties without permission gets you – maybe next time you’ll have an easier time deciding what you really want!”

”Grrrr,” Cin grrrr’d – quietly.

Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank! spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!

”Ow oh ow oh ow ow ow!”

From long experience Daddy R. knew just what he was doing. Half or more of his spanks landed where her panties had ridden up due to her unflattering position. Not only did they sting all the worse, they were those same low spots Cin already knew she’d feel long afterward. How was she ever supposed to sit again?

Spank Ow Spank Ow Spank Ow Spank! On they went, like partners volleying on a tennis court – except that her soft bottom was no match for her daddy’s hard hand, and in this match she was being soundly beaten! And the sounds of that beating were Spank Ow Spank Ow Spank Ow Spank!

”Oh oh please,” she protested – a lot of these spanks should count as panties-down! Not that they would, and not that she thought otherwise for even a moment. Nonetheless Cin felt that some sort of protest was called for. Spank spank spank – spank spank spank spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! Ooooo, Daddy R. knew just how to make her feel those! And Cin’s poor little bottom did – each and every one!

Then quickly a lot more protest was very much called for!

”Oh no – really – no, please, no. Please?” Her daddy had stopped spanking long enough to pluck at the waistband of her panties – and she did not want them down! She grabbed them herself and held on tightly. ”Not those – they don’t make a difference anyway,” she claimed, fibbing slightly – though she was always surprised what a difference they did make. One by one, Daddy R. peeled her fingers from her red panties. And then they were gone.

Spank! spank! Her flushed cheeks, only slightly colored by his gradual chastisement, were now fully under his hand – and eyes. Hold still! she told herself, wanting to minimize any jiggling or inappropriate exposure – try to hold still!

Spank! spank! Spank Spank! SPANK SPANK!

Maybe kicking and squirming was a better approach after all!

Spank! spank! Spank Spank! SPANK SPANK!

Suddenly he was in a hurry, a man with a mission. Now that he had her bare bottom in sight and squarely in his sights, he wanted it sore and stinging – both, a lot, and right now!

Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!
Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!
Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!

Couldn’t Daddy R. hear her at all? Nothing seemed to slow him down! Just as she thought her poor little bottom would burst into flames, her daddy’s grip tightened! Her stomach followed suit as Cin recognized the meaning of this gesture!

”Oh no! No! No! OW! OH!” His spanks rained down so much harder without slowing down at all. Her kicking and struggles became furious, but the harder she fought, the harder he spanked!

Spank! Spank!

SPANK! SPANK!

Spank! Spank!

SPANK! SPANK!

”OW OH OH OH OW OH OH!” she cried. When, oh when, would this be over? And then, with frightening abruptness, it was!

”Now, little miss, it’s time we took care of this buying frilly panties without permission,” Daddy R. pronounced.

Oh no! The paddle – whap whap whap whap whap whap whap! By the time she realized what was about to happen her paddle spanking was already well underway! Instantly the warmth of his hand was replaced by the sting of the paddle’s wood. Oooo, did that hurt! Cin could never remember quite how much until she was feeling it – but as soon as she felt it she could remember – remember all too well!

whap whap whap whap whap whap whap!

”No, no – stop! Enough! I’ll be good! I promise! Oh owwwwww…”

”Cindi! Your buying frilly panties without permission? This is most certainly NOT enough, except that it’s enough out of you. Now hold still. You know you’ve earned this – and more. If you’re good you’ll get a lot less of the ”more.””

whap whap whap whap whap whap whap!

Try as he might to be ”fair,” when it came to buying frilly panties without permission her daddy was strict. That paddle HURT!

whap whap whap whap whap whap whap!

”No, no, not more – please, not more. Ow oh ow oh ow…”

whap whap whap whap whap whap whap!

”No – no please! I’ll be good! I’ve learned my lesson – I have!” As well she may have – her usually flushed cheeks shone from the paddle’s harsh wood.

”Then hold still, litttle girl, so I can finish.” And finish he did. With a flurry of whap-whap-whap’s he made sure she’d have no place to sit, not for a good long time. Then the hardest yet, right in the center – whap whap whap whap whap whap! Even as Cin recognized these as his final spanks she could take no relief as the barrage drove her past all limits of ”taking it.”

”Whaaa – aaa – ow – oooo – ooo – ooo – ooo – NO!”

”Okay, Cin. Okay, litttle girl. Breathe. Now breathe…” Daddy R. encouraged. As slowly as it had begun it just as suddenly ended. Slowly Cin calmed down and her breathing did steady a bit.

”Now, young lady – no more buying frilly panties without permission – understood?” Somehow Cin nodded her acquiescence. And as she returned the paddle to on the dresser, she never wanted to have anything to do with buying frilly panties without permission, the paddle, or even her daddy sitting on the bed – ever, ever again!

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Matt Anglen – 2004

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