Spanking

Second instalment of Spanking Pictures, hope you like it. Recently I completed a long distance walk in Scotland. I carried everything I needed and Free Camped along the way, the route I was taking was very remote following paths miles from anywhere. My first day had been a hard one, very steep climbs with a heavy pack in unusually hot weather, 'Ping' I heard my phone signal that it had received a message.

You've come home from work again, it's been another long day and I'm feeling antsy. I need to be spanked tenderly tonight; I need to feel the sharp sting of Your palm against the tender flesh of my bottom. I run up to You, very happy that You're home. "Vinco!" I shout, using the Latin term for 'Master'. I look up at You, my eyes full of hope. "Master, I'm so glad You're home!

As the handcuff closed around her wrist, she knew she had made a mistake. Her day had been normal, feed the cat, watch a movie, tease her dom. Normally she pulled back when she could tell she started to go too far, but she was pent up. Schedules and life had ensured there was no chance for a proper session and her need was starting to get distracting. She was expecting a spanking, some light choking, and some rough sex to give her what she needed.

Just a quick note before I pass out from exhaustion--- Hi, kiddies, how's tricks? Things are going splendidly, here... I just said goodbye to my friend, brookie. You remember her, right? She's my good friend from the local University who I'm training to be a submissive. Well, her "training" is coming along wonderfully, I must tell you. This past weekend, starting last Thursday night, she came over to my place to spend a few days and catch up on some much needed sex on both our parts.

This is a sequel to The Kinky Mrs. Grunewald. I decided to post it in two parts. In this part: After his abrupt, strange, and highly-charged BDSM encounter with his mature history teacher, high school senior Tom D'Amato has a leisurely conversation with her over drinks. He is one of a handful of scholarship students at an expensive private school, and he has never felt comfortable there. He is too naïve to realize how common older-women/younger men matches are, even if many of them don't last very long.

I opened my eyes and looked over at the clock. 9 AM. I stretched, tangled in the sheets and grabbed my phone off the bedside table. Two messages and a missed call, all from Hannah. Apparently I ignored her all night and she was pissed. I replied with some lie about going to bed early and my phone being on silent. I closed my eyes and thought about just going back to sleep.

My husband wakes me kissing me with both hands kneading my nipples between his strong fingers. "Good morning, love," he says in a deep throaty voice right next to my ear, "time for your morning spanking." Obediently, a little wet from his words, I roll over onto his lap with my naked ass in the air, positioned for his right hand to spank me. He starts a bit lightly for my tastes, but he wants to warm me up.

You wake up to the sun shining brightly in your bedroom. You wipe your eyes and look around waiting for the fog to lift from your brain. The walls of your room are a pale grey. You see a white dresser with sparkling faux crystal drawer knobs, and a matching armoire against the wall. You roll over to your nightstand to glance at the alarm clock, it's a full hour before it will buzz to wake you up.

NC-18 -- No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story. This is a copyrighted original work of erotic fiction. All rights reserved. "I made a mistake last night," Kelsey said. Uh oh! "How so?" I asked, "Are you thinking you shouldn't have come up to my room?" I'd made it a point to go to bed early the night before. Between trying to stick with the time change from east coast to west, the amazing morning I had had that morning with Alexandra, and the chance that I had heard Kelsey correctly the evening before, I figured that one way or another I was going to need the sleep.

NC-18 -- No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story. This is a copyrighted original work of erotic fiction. All rights reserved. * Carlie opened the door to the stairwell and started up the stairs. Shame she didn't think to look behind the door. She made it to the landing outside the door on my floor and had just barely gotten her hand on the handle when an arm suddenly appeared on either side of her shoulders and pressed firmly into the door to keep it from opening.

Holly needs encouragement to meet her target, and be rewarded... "Well, what's the answer?" enquires her husband, managing a convincing impression of someone who doesn't care one way or another. "According to the bathroom scales, 140lbs," Holly replies crossly. "Almost the same as when you started, maybe two pounds difference, what's your target?" "Around 125lbs," Holly definitely sounds fed up, and possibly rather guilty. "I see - well you're certainly sticking to this ridiculous diet at home, so I can only assuming the backsliding occurs somewhere else,"

When I was an 18-year old senior in high school, my girlfriend Anne Marie who was also eighteen, was struggling to get her math credits so she could graduate from high school and go on to college. Numbers came easy to me so it was hard for me to understand what she was struggling with and help her. It just seemed like she got easily frustrated and gave up. One afternoon after her latest non-passing grade, we were hanging out and talking.

Traveling home from the movies, Master and I were discussing the movie just seen and the parts not seen as I had been instructed to service him during the movie and missing a good portion of it, he was filling me in. We were traveling on a well used two lane highway to get back home. The passing headlights intermittently lighting up our faces. Master asked if I had prepared anything for dinner after the movie, and I flippantly respond; "

Michael had had a bit of luck when he started looking for a new house. He heard through friends that Mr. Robertson had landed a good job overseas and was looking to sell house and furniture as a package deal. He was able to step in and get the house at a good price, not dirt cheap but possibly slightly under market, as Mr. Robertson was willing to cut the price a little for a fast settlement, as they were leaving very shortly.

"Don't look, Taffy, but Mister Glodstone is right there." "Yeah, he has been real weird today, he turns beet red whenever he passes our office." "Yeah. He is the sweetest boss, and I think he always had a crush on me, but something happened last night and I think it's freaked us both out, Taffy." "What happened, Addisyn? You can tell me." "Like you won't spread it around." "No, no, I've gotten better.

The buzzer went and Mr. Brownlow looked at his CT screen. Harry, the young burley security guard was on the trail of a blonde girl. He grabbed her arm securely and marched her like a convict through the precinct towards the store. The automatic doors opened like the mouth of a predator as if to welcome its prey. Harry took her to the back of the store and into the stock room to the staircase.

"OK, 5.15pm, no sign of either of them leaving the building, better check things are going to plan. Hang on a minute, whoops, wrong camera. Ah that's better, floor two, deputy MD's office; turn up the sound, tighten the focus and voila, tonight's in-house entertainment..." "I'm sure you know why I've asked you to stay behind, Claire." "Yes, Ms Morrison." "One might have thought the last time would have taught you a lesson, but it seems not.

The sound of a door slamming startled her out of her deep slumber. It took a few minutes for the haze in her head to fade away enough that she could remember what was going on. She sat up and the room started spinning and her head was hurting as the memories of last night slowly came back to her. Her owners had some friends over last night and it was her job to keep their refreshments full but every now and then she would sneak a shot of whiskey in when nobody was looking which was against the rules.

SANDY ***** I'm trembling a little... in fear. I'm going to tell Richard I'm leaving and I know I need to stay true to that. It's time. I've been seeing David for nearly eight months. It's love and I'm sure of that. My heart flutters just thinking about him. Those deep, beautiful eyes and his wicked smile. His delectable body. Defined. Solid. Muscular. When I'm with him I feel... well, just incredible.

"Uh-oh baby girl," you grin at me. My heart is racing as I anticipate your next move. "SO, it appears you had some fun at Daddy's expense. Was it worth what's going to happen next?" I put my head down in shame. You walk over to me and tilt my head up by my chin. "Look at me, little one." I look you right in your eyes. "Daddy, I can explain!

Sometimes when you wake up and realize ... this is my life ...you sort of smile. One of those days for me was March 24, 2009. I looked over at her sleeping form as she was softly breathing. I relaxed for a bit and caught a bit of laughter as it formed in my throat. I licked my lips and thought about what a nice birthday she was gonna have today.

Thirty minutes and any number of bumps later, the car pulls into a driveway and you hear the engine turn off. Blindfolded, you're a mess. Bound behind you, your arms yearn to move and stretch. Your breasts ache from the clips on your nipples, your anus feels stretched from the buttplug you've been sitting on, and your pussy throbs without fulfillment from the vibrator that hums rhythmically between your legs. Your juices have flowed and soaked your skirt and the towel on the seat.

She squirmed; I loved it when they wriggled, and their smile, so often plastered to their faces throughout the evening, disappeared as the reality of their situation dawned upon them. She gasped and bit her lip, writhing on the soft, plush carpet of my expensive apartment. I put the King of Hearts onto the shagpile, causing her to give a sudden, sharp intake of breath. Her cute face framed her desperate worrying perfectly, her long blonde hair covering her bare breasts as she leant forward and looked up at me putting my third King onto the cream carpet.

Copyright 2011 Christopher D.B. Driving for a while east of the city on a two lane state highway, I easily found the turnoff I was looking for onto a secondary road. Several miles later and just past a cluster of grain silos, I found the next turn which led down a narrow winding road. I had no GPS system in my old car and hadn't bothered to look up the location on any internet map before I left my apartment, as the directions she had given me were quite clear.

Geraldine Wade is a young woman I know who has some unusual sexual needs; she likes to get spanked with a special paddle she has and she likes to have her pussy eaten and to fuck. None of those is unusual in itself; all my lady friends love having their pussies eaten, and fucking, except those who are preserving their cherries, and a few of them like getting spanked, but Gerry likes being eaten or fucked and spanked simultaneously.

Cassie had some trepidation about what she was going to be doing that night but was determined to find out about it. She had never been spanked, not even by a disciplining parent, but she had heard some of her friends and college dormitory mates talking about being spanked or paddled by their boyfriends. Most of them had liked that part alright and had raved about the great sex that ensued, the best ever, according to them.

Special THANKS to Mandy Marie who took the time and patience to edit this work. It is SO helpful to have someone else read the work before having it published. Thanks again. To the readers, I would appreciate your comments and votes. Enjoy! Ann Marie and I had been at a party and we decided to call it an early night to go home and be alone. It was a warm summer night and as we walked to the car I asked her if she wanted to "

Dear Mom, Thanks for the lemon bars. It'll help me stay awake during my property class. Tell Rylie that I'll bring back her mohair coat, don't have a cow. So you were asking me about how things are going with Spalding. I was so glad you and Dad liked him when you came up to school. I agree he's cute and has a good sense of humor, and Dad said Spal was obviously "

The front door closed behind Sarah as she entered the house, and she couldn't even make it to the table to set her keys down before she seemingly collapsed on the floor. Why did she feel this way... everything had been fine just last night with Master.... She couldn't help but whimper there on the carpet, needing Master right then.. Only He could make her feel better this time. She lay for a while before forcing herself up and going into their bedroom to change.

Olivia made her way to the front door, adjusting both her dress and hair as she approached. Making sure she looked as immaculate as possible. Olivia then knocked on the door and was quickly greeted by a beautiful woman wearing only a satin robe. "Olivia, sweetheart please go on through." Olivia smiled, nodding her head graciously accepting. Olivia entered the living room that was lit only by a large roaring fire that created a picturesque and romantic scene.