Welcome Home

David sighed in relief as he pulled up in front of his house. These were the days that he wished he could quit his job and hide away in his house with his wife. Or kidnap her and whisk away to a little tropical island in the middle of nowhere. Shaking off daydreams of sand, surf and sex, he stepped out of the car and made his way into the house.

He found her curled up on the couch, reading a book. The fact that she was there, waiting for him, at the end of the day, centered his world on a day to day basis. Seeing her tonight, after the day he had just had, brought his more primal side to the surface. The knowledge that she'd understand, and accept him without question, spurred him into action and he stalked over to the couch.

Susan glanced up, but the welcoming smile died on her lips as she recognized the gleam in her husband's eye. Lust twisted her stomach into knots as he tossed the book aside and fisted a hand in her hair and pressed his lips to hers impatiently. With his free hand, David yanked on her shirt, popping buttons as he fought to tear the garment from her skin. When she shrugged out of what was left of it, David pulled her to her feet and unsnapped her jeans, shoving them to the ground at her feet. Pausing to appreciate her, in matching red bra and panties, David changed tactics and led her around to the back of the couch.

Susan followed his unspoken instruction and bent over the back of the couch. Her eyes widened when he came around in front of her and reached down into the cushions. There, he pulled free the restraints they kept buried in the cushions, for just such an occassion. When she was secure, David walked around to the back of the couch again. Studying her for a moment, he almost abandoned the idea of spanking her but he knew part of him needed it, the same way she sometimes needed him to spank her. So he pulled her panties down to her knees, where they would help to keep her from kicking too much and pulled his belt from the loops.

Folding the leather in half, he laid it against her bottom for a moment before raising it up and snapping it against her backside. Susan squealed and leaned forward a bit at the force of the blow, but the restraints kept her from moving from her position. Pleased with the red welt forming on her pale skin, David cracked the leather against her skin again and again. Susan wiggled and stamped her feet, pulling on the restraints, as he whipped her. Just as the burning in her bottom became unbearable, he stopped and leaned over the couch to release her from the cuffs. Before she could blink, David had pulled her to the ground and was pushing himself into her. Susan arched her back and wrapped her legs around him, meeting his thrusts eagerly. Wrapping her arms around him, she dragged her nails down his back and held on tightly as he drove them both over the edge. Soon, they both tumbled over the edge, each calling the other's name as they exploded together. Panting, David collapsed on top of her, nuzzling his face in the side of her neck.

When she finally got her breathing under control, Susan pressed a kiss to his shoulder and whispered "Welcome Home".

Shower Fun

David opened the door to the hotel room and looked around for his wife. A moment later, he heard the sound of water running in the bathroom and a slow grin spread across his face. Quietly, he opened the door to the bathroom and began shedding his clothes. He slipped in silently behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Susan jumped when she felt strong arms envelop her. Recognizing her husband's touch, she relaxed into his embrace. David's hands slowly slid up from her stomach to cup her breasts gently. Susan sighed as he began lathering her skin with the fragrant soap he was so fond of. Soon, her skin was flushed and her breathing labored as he worked her body into a frenzy. Grinning to himself, David gave her a soft push to knock her just off balance so that she was leaning forward, hands splayed against the shower tile. David took a small step back and admired his wife's body, her back slightly bowed and her buttocks presented as a perfect, round offering to his lustful demons. He ran his hands lovingly across her backside, gently kneading and massaging before giving them a sharp smack.

Susan was lost in the fog of her desire, the steaming water running over her body when his hand connected with her backside. Her head came up sharply and she gasped at the quick, sharp pain and then closed her eyes as it melted into a pleasant warmth. As David struck her again and again, alternating cheeks, she let herself sink into the desire that only he could bring her. Suddenly, the spanking stopped and the water was turned off. Confused by the change, Susan glanced over her shoulder at her husband, who had stepped out of the shower and was holding his hand out to her. She slipped her hand into his and allowed him to lead her to the bedroom. Naked and dripping wet, she stepped into his arms and sighed contentedly when his lips closed over hers. When the soft fabric of the towel brushed over her body she moaned softly and pressed her body into her husband's.

David took his time toweling off most of the moisture from their bodies. When they were mostly dry, he tossed the towel to the floor and led his wife to the bed. There, he placed two pillows in the middle of the bed and instructed her to lay across them, with her bottom positioned over them. Susan eagerly settled herself comfortably on the pillows, enjoying the vulnerability she felt. David rummaged around in one of the suitcases until he produced a small leather paddle, with fur on one side. Susan grinned: said paddle was one of her favorite toys. She loved the sting of leather against her skin and the fur could send her to heaven when it was rubbed across her burning bottom. David glanced up and saw his wife's smile and couldn't help but grin in return. The fact that she enjoyed being spanked as much as he enjoyed spanking her was a source of endless fascination and joy to him.

David knelt on the bed and rubbed the fur side of the paddle across her pinkened backside. Susan sighed and let herself float in the sensation. Just as she relaxed completely, the fur left her skin and a second later she felt the sharp sting of the leather paddle against her cheek. He paddled her slowly, switching from cheek to cheek, building the burn and reddening her bottom evenly. As the heat built both in her bottom and the place between her thighs, Susan moaned and ground her hips into the pillows, seeking release. As David watched his wife's reaction to the paddling, he could feel himself becoming more and more aroused, but he denied himself the pleasure of taking her in order to give them both the time to enjoy the spanking.

Susan fisted the bedsheets in her hands as she desperately ground herself into the bed, trying to relieve the ache between her thighs. Finally, she could bear it no longer.

"David, please," she sobbed, burying her face in the bedcovers and writhing with the passion he brought her.

Taking his cue, David knelt between her thighs and pressed himself into her curls. Slowly, he buried himself in her sheath, extending their pleasure to the point of pain. When he settled himself completely inside of her, he began rocking, in and out, taking her closer and closer to the edge. Skillfully, he drew her there and as she panted his name, he pushed her over the edge with a scream. She collapsed in front of him, limp with the power of her climax. Deftly, he flipped her over onto her back and lifting her knees to lock around his waist, drove himself into her furiously. Allowing his demons to take the reins, David rode them both to the edge of ecstasy and over, screaming her name hoarsely as he fell with her this time.

Spent, and exhausted, they clung to each other as their climaxes shuddered through their bodies, before they collapsed together onto the bed. After he caught his breath, David gathered his wife into his arms and held her there as they both drifted off to sleep.

Learning To Count

Susan wished she could shake the mood she was in. She was spending Christmas with her new husband, David, and his family. Everyone had readily accepted her as part of the family, and she knew how lucky she was to have a man like David for her husband. But for some reason, she just couldn't shrug off the cloud that seemed to be following her around that day. Luckily, everyone seemed occupied enough with Christmas Day to not notice her mood. Everyone, that was, except for David.

David glanced over at his wife and sighed quietly. He had no idea what had causedher bad mood today, and nothing he did or said seemed to help. If they had been home, he would have had her bare-bottomed over his lap for a good long spanking. Unfailingly, this had proven successful in the past in improving her mood or at the very least helping her loosen up enough to talk to him about what was bothering her. He could hardly haul his wife over his lap in the middle of his parent's living room, so he supposed he would have to wait to figure out what was wrong with her.

Susan finally decided to go to the kitchen and get a cup of coffee, to see if that would help to clear her head and lift her mood at all. David watched her walk away silently and when he looked around, he caught his mother's concerned gaze. With a nod, he followed his wife into the kitchen.
She was standing at the counter pouring a cup of coffee when he walked in so he slipped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Pressing a kiss to her neck he nuzzled her gently for a few moments before asking gently "What's the matter babygirl?"

Susan shrugged. "Nothing," she replied, tersely.

David frowned for a second before tickling her stomach lightly. When she rolled her eyes and turned away, David crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at her. "Susan, do we need to go have a talk in our room, young lady?"

Susan set her cup down sharply on the counter. "No, David, we do not need to have a 'talk'. I'm perfectly fine and would appreciate it if you left me the hell alone." By the end of the sentence, her voice had risen to a shout.

David cupped her chin in his hand and looked her directly in the eyes. "One," he said simply but his tone spoke volumes.

Susan's reply shocked them both. "Two, three, four...think you can take it from there genius?" As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them and David could see it in her eyes. Regardless, he refused to tolerate such blatant disrespect.

"I want you to go to our room and wait for me, in the corner. Now." The last word ended in something close to a growl and Susan fled to the bedroom they were sharing. David closed his eyes and counted to ten. He'd never punish her when he was angry, and he was dangerously close to doing exactly that. After he calmed down, he stuck his head in the living room. "Susan and I will join you all later, we have some things to discuss first." With that, he turned and made his way down the hall to their bedroom. He was pleased to find her facing a corner, her hands laced together behind her head. David took his time getting ready and after another ten minutes or so, called her over to the bed where he was sitting, hairbrush in hand. Susan's lower lip trembled as she stood in front of her husband.

"Take off your pants and panties, fold them up and lay them on the bed. You won't be needing them for awhile." At this declaration, Susan's eyes welled with tears.

"David, I am so sorry, it won't happen again, I promise," she pleaded tearfully.

"Susan, if I have to undress you myself, I promise you that I will paddle you every night for the rest of the week. Do it now, young lady!" Susan's eyes widened and her hands flew the button on her jeans and she made short work of baring herself and folding her clothes neatly and placing them on the bed, per his instructions. When she turned back to him, David pulled her across his lap. "Do you understand why you're getting this spanking?" he asked.

Susan nodded. "I've been cranky all morning, and I was rude and disrespectful to you. I'm sorry sir, I really am."

David chuckled humorlessly. "Baby, you don't know the meaning of sorry yet." With that threatening declaration, David brought his hand down against her bottom with a loud SMACK. He continued to spank, from one cheek to the other, from the top of her bottom to the spot where her butt met her thighs, concentrating on that sweet spot for awhile. When her bottom was a bright pink, David pick up the hairbrush. "Give me your hand," he instructed. Susan sobbed out a breath. He only held her hand when he knew she would be unable to keep it out of the way, and that meant the spanking was going to be severe. Bracing herself, she lifted her right arm behind her, where David secured it at the small of her back.

Making sure she was held firmly in place, David began paddling her backside with the hairbrush. Susan cried out as the heavy thud of the brush gave way to intense burn. "Unless you want to explain your crying to my family, I suggest you try to stay as silent as possible," David suggested before striking her again with the brush. Susan bit her lip as the brush set fire to her bottom. Time after time, the brush connected with her bottom. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, the spanking stopped. Susan let out a sigh of relief, but her relief was short lived as David repositioned her further over his lap and moved his assault from her bottom to her thighs. As David methodically paddled the backs of her thighs, Susan felt the guilt building in her chest until it finally released on a choking sob. After she finally went limp over his lap, sobbing uncontrollably, David stopped paddling her. He held her in position for awhile before letting go of her arm, her signal that she was free to get up. Susan slid off of his lap and knelt in front of him, her head resting on his knee as she wept. When her sobs quieted, David slid his hand under her chin and tilted her face up to look at him.

"I love you," he said simply and was rewarded with a watery smile.

"I love you too, sir. I am so sorry I was so disrespectful. I...I don't know what got into me."

"Shh, baby, it's ok. I forgive you, you know that. We can talk about it more later, if you need to. Right now, I want you to take a nap, ok?"

Susan nodded and rose to her feet. David stood as well and hugged her tightly. With a kiss to her forehead, he gave her bottom a light swat. "Get in bed, I'll just tell everyone you're sleeping." Susan nodded and slipped under the covers. David leaned down and kissed her gently. "Have a nice nap. I do love you." As she drifted off to sleep, David turned and left the room. When he arrived in the living room, everyone suddenly looked very busy. His parents were looking at him strangely, but he simply raised an eyebrow, as if daring them to ask him what happened.

"Susan's going to take a nap for awhile. She's not feeling very well this morning," he informed them calmly, before sitting down on the floor to play with his nephew. Baffled, his parents stared at him, then each other, before shaking their heads and returning to their previous activities.

A switching in the Woods

"Susie, we might make it to the mall by the time we're 80 at this rate," Melody complained from the back seat.

Susan rolled her eyes at her soon to be sister-in-law's whining. This was the first time she had done anything alone with Melody and Judy, her mother-in-law to be. The three of them hadn't really had a chance to get to know each other so David, her fiance had suggested a girl's day out. Movies, shopping, etc. Although she was nervous, Susan knew she had to spend time with them so they could at least be friends and hopefully a family eventually.

"C'mon, punch it Susie," Melody cajoled again.

"Sorry Mel, you know how your brother is about driving," Susan replied, with a slight blush.

"Oh, for heaven's sake, he'll never have to know. And besides, what's he going to do about it if he does find out?"

The blush on Susan's cheeks deepened as she thought of what her fiance would, indeed, do if he caught her speeding. The whipping he'd given her with his leather belt had kept her from sitting comfortably for about 3 days. But then...She was sure neither of the other women would rat her out. And, she did want to have a good time, and listening to Melody whine about her driving did not qualify as a good time in Susan's book. What the hell? she thought, and punched the accelerator.

"Yes! This is more like it!" Mel whooped as they sped down the highway. Susan laughed at her enthusiasm and gave the car a little more gas.

The three women enjoyed the rest of their day, shopping, crying together at a sappy "chick-flick" and Susan felt she did a rather good job of tolerating the other two women's playful teasing as she picked out lingerie for her upcoming honeymoon. When they returned home, David was pleased to see his wife-to-be getting along so well with his mother and sister.

"Hey there beautiful," he called, swinging her into his arms and waltzing her around the kitchen.

Susan grinned up at him adoringly. "Hey yourself, handsome!" she replied, giggling.

David stopped and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and rested his chin on her hair. "Did you all enjoy your day? You have enough bags to clothe a third world country," he teased. Susan jabbed him lightly with her elbow but he just grinned at his mother and sister.

"We had a blast!" Melody replied happily. "And oh man, your woman can drive! I mean, at first I didn't think we were ever going to get there, but when she finally put her mind to it, we practically flew there!"

Susan's breath caught in her throat and she felt David's arms tighten around her waist. As Melody jabbered on, she wished desperately that the woman would shut up. But the damage had already been done. Susan knew she was in serious trouble.

"Mom, Mel, if you'll excuse us, Susan and I are going to take a walk. We'll back in a while." David began walking away and gave Susan's arm a tug to indicate that she should follow him. But Susan stayed where she was.

"You know baby, I'm kinda tired...I'm not really in the mood for a walk," she boldly informed him.

David narrowed his eyes at her. He knew that she was thinking there wasn't any way for him to force her to come with him, at least not without alerting his family and giving away their lifestyle.

"Susan Marie." Susan winced at the use of her middle name, that meant he was seriously displeased with her behavior and her bottom would pay the price later. "Would you like to explain what happens when you disobey the rules of our house?" David watched with satisfaction as her eyes widened in surprise. After a few moments, she shook her head slowly in response. "Then I suggest you follow me. Now." With that, David turned and walked out the door.

"Susan, what on earth is he talking about?" Judy asked, bewildered.

Afraid that if she spoke, she'd reveal more than she wanted to, Susan simply shook her head and followed her fiance out the door.

David had stopped just outside the door to wait for her. "Good choice," he said curtly as she fell into step beside him. They walked in silence for awhile as David led the way into the woods that surrounded his parent's property. After a few minutes he stopped and led Susan to a large oak tree in the middle of a clearing.

"Nose to the bark, hands behind your back. Don't move young lady, you're in enough trouble as it is," he ordered. Susan obeyed quickly, pressing her nose to the rough tree bark. Ten minutest later, David appeared beside her again.

"Drop your pants and your panties," he commanded. Susan stood up straight and slowly pushed her pants and underwear to the ground. When she stood again, she looked at David and noticed for the first time that he was holding several switches in his hand. Her stomach dropped. He'd never switched her before and the mere threat of a switch was enough to make her behave for weeks at a time. She lifted tearful eyes to his face, but made no attempt to talk him out of using them on her.

David could see the slight fear in her eyes. She knew that this was serious and he hoped this was something he'd never have to repeat. "Lean forward and place your palms flat against the tree." Trembling slightly, Susan positioned herself as he instructed. David braced himself next to her and lay the first switch gently on her bottom. Susan closed her eyes and waited for the first stripe. When it fell, Susan was unprepared for the intense stinging in her backside. She gasped as the switch burned a line of fire into her skin. From that first stripe, David was relentlessly methodical, lay stripe after stripe against her bottom. By the time her bottom was covered with angry red welts, Susan was sobbing, her forehead resting against the tree.

"Susan." David said firmly, but gently. "Susan, look at me baby." After a moment, Susan turned her head to look at him, tears rolling down her cheeks. "If you had come with me without backtalking me, this would be over." Susan's eyes widened and she started to cry harder. "But instead, you chose to make a scene in front of my family which was incredibly disrespectful to me not to mention bratty and insolent on your part. Do you understand why I'm going to punish you again?" he asked. Susan nodded and turned back to the tree.

David sighed. His heart broke a little as he examined her bottom and listened to her soft sobs. But he couldn't tolerate such blatant disregard for his authority, especially publicly. "Susan, step forward with your right leg," he instructed. Confused, Susan looked back at him but obeyed, lunging forward slightly on her right leg. David picked up a new switch and brought it down across the back of her left thigh. Susan let out a short scream at the new assault on fresh skin. She hated having her thighs spanked, worse than anything else. Knowing that this lesson wouldn't soon leave her, David switched his way down her thigh and then back up, a total of about tweny times. He noticed that some of the stripes had caught the inside of her thighs a bit and that walking would be just as uncomfotable as sitting for awhile.

"Switch legs," he ordered sharply, before he could change his mind about finishing her punishment. Weeping now, Susie moved her right leg back to its original position and lunged forward slighlty on her left leg. Moving in a bit closer, David repeated the punishment on her right thigh. When he was finished, he tossed the switches to the side and gathered the sobbing woman into his arms.

"Shh, it's ok baby, it's all over now," he whispered soothingly, stroking her hair and rocking her gently back and forth.

"I-I-I'm s-s-so sor-r-y," Susan sobbed into his chest. All she could think about was the fire in her bottom and thighs and the heaviness in her heart. This man loved her more than anyone else ever had and he had rules to keep her safe. In a vain effort to win the affections of his family, she had blatantly disregarded those rules and her safety. But what she felt the guiltiest about was the fact that she had acted so defiantly when she realized she was about to be punished. Although she didn't enjoy punishment and was often reluctant about preparing for one, she had never been so outright defiant with him.

But as he held her and comforted her, the weight began to lift and her sobs began to quiet. Here was love, in his arms, with her bottom burning and his lips pressed to her hair. With a sigh, she melted into him and let their love envelop her.

Yay!

I met someone! *laughs* Ok, the last time I said that, it lasted for about another 30 seconds after that. But I think this time is going to be different. At least I hope so. The only bad thing is that he lives about 15 hours away! noooo! So that means no spankings for me, at least for awhile. But the man knows how to discipline, spankings or not. He's already been such an incredible influence in my life! And he's sweet and funny and absolutely adores me (which is the best part of course hehe, j/k!). Anyways, I can't wait to see where things go with him, I love this stage of a relationship, getting to know each other, past, present and dreaming of the future. *happy sigh* TTFN!

Coming Home for Lunch

He walked in to find her on her knees, scrubbing the bathtub. It was times like these, with her long dark hair pulled back messily, in his old college t-shirt and ratty blue jeans, that he was blind-sided by his love for her. As he paused in the doorway, drinking in the sight of her, his gaze lingered on her backside, the denim pulled taut over the generous roundness and his lips slowly lifted in a grin. His gaze moved up, to the wooden bathbrush hanging in the shower. They kept it there, simply because that was the only place it wouldn't draw attention. In reality, it was never used for anything other than paddling her bottom.

As he stepped into the bathroom, her head lifted and turned to meet his stare. She started to smile in welcome, but when she recognized the glint in his eyes, it faded to an expression of pure lust. When she saw him reaching for the bathbrush, her lips moved to a pout. The bathbrush certainly wasn't her first choice, but the effects of it's use lasted much longer than other implements. As he shifted the weight of the brush in his hand, he touched her shoulder to indicate that she should lean further over the side of the tub. This way, her bottom lifted more and she was slightly off balance, making it less likely that she would attempt to shield herself from the brush.

As she waited for the first blow to land, she could feel the lust building alongside the anticipation of the spanking she was about to receive. He tapped the brush gently against her backside, and her breathing quickened. When the brush left her bottom, she inhaled sharply and let the breath out on a squeal as the brush connected sharply with her backside. He let the brush rest there for a few seconds before striking the other cheek. He continued, from one cheek to the next, rhythmically, grinning as she squirmed over the side of the bathtub. He paused when her breathing became labored, and rubbed her bottom.

"Sit up," he ordered and she leaned back up onto her knees. "Take off your clothes." This came in the form of a raspy growl, sending flashes of heat through her veins. She complied, slipping the shirt over her head, and wiggling out of the jeans, both of which we quickly tossed aside as he bent her back over the tub. Abandoning the bathbrush, he resumed spanking her with his hand, rapidly covering her already pink bottom with sharp spanks. She cried out and began to wriggle in earnest as the fire in her bottom built. Suddenly the spanking stopped but before she could ask why, she felt him enter her. In her position, she was stretched and filled completely by him. She moaned as he gripped her hips and began to ride her, driving them both to the edge and then drawing back just enough to keep them from falling. Finally, he rode them to the edge and over and she screamed as they shattered together, falling from reality.

After they both caught their breath, he pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck. "I love coming home for lunch," he whispered against her ear and she couldn't help but grin in response.

Knowing What She Needs (Fiction)

He glanced up from the computer as she drifted through the door, her eyes tired and more than a little haunted. Worriedly, he crossed to her and wrapped her in his arms. He felt her shudder as he rocked her gently, but she wouldn't, or couldn't, let herself relax into his comfort. Sighing, he pressed a kiss to her hair and suggested softly "Why don't you go take a long, hot shower and we can talk about it later?" She nodded absently and made her way upstairs, treading so softly he would swear she floated.

The water was steaming hot, almost brutal, although she couldn't have said was she was punishing herself for. After a half hour, when her skin was screaming at her to stop, she turned off the water. Toweling off, she wondered how she would explain the day to her husband. It wasn't anything he hadn't heard before, that they hadn't dealt with before, but every time it happened, she walked away feeling as fragile as glass. When she was dry, she slipped into the robe hanging on the door and padded barefoot into the bedroom. Her heart skipped a beat as she glance over and saw him sitting on the bed, the light ping pong paddle in his hand. Even as her heart began to race, something inside her loosened, and shifted back into place. She crossed the room to him and let the robe fall from her shoulders, blushing slightly at his open perusal of her body. Even after 5 years of marriage, they never seemed to be tired of each other.

He smiled at her blush, and shy smile and tugged on her hand so that she would lean down to kiss him, briefly, before he guided her gently over his lap. He had learned a long time ago, when they first started dating, that when she was upset about something, the best way to help her work it out was with a long spanking. He'd stopped trying to define them. They weren't erotic, because they served a deeper need than that, but they weren't by any means disciplinary either. Shaking himself out of his trip to the past, he focused on the present. Lovingly, he rubbed his hand in circles over her bottom cheeks, calming her nerves and soothing her. When he felt her relax, he picked up the light paddle.

The first swat always made her jump, no matter than she was expecting it. Before the sting could fade, he landed a second swat to her other cheek. He kept up a steady rhythm, alternating cheeks and working his way down her bottom and after about 20 swats, she began to kick her legs a little. He paused, and rubbed her bottom for a bit, gauging whether or not she was ready to talk. He could feel the tension in her back, so he resumed the paddling. Never too hard, just enough to build a steady burn.

She could feel the burn building and could feel the stress, and the sadness welling up inside of her in proportion to the burning in her bottom. As the burn intensified, she fought back the tears that threatened to spill over.

He could feel her trembling with the effort to keep her tears at bay. "Let go, baby, just let go," he urged gently. His words, and the love behind them ripped the tears from her throat on a sob. He stopped spanking as the tears came, but she barely noticed through the pain in her heart. Carefully, he gathered her into his arms as she sobbed and brokenly told him what had happened. Her father had contacted her again that day, and as usual had demanded to know why she wasn't...more. More successful, richer, etc. As hard as she tried to please him, it was never enough. His heart broke as she cried herself to sleep in his arms, crying over a man she had loved her whole life who never seemed to love her enough in return.

When she finally fell into a deep sleep, he slipped her under the covers and slid in beside her, in case she woke again before morning. As he watched her sleep, he was humbled, as always, by her absolute faith and trust in him. He eventually drifted off to sleep, holding her close, protecting her in slumber as he did when he woke.

Update

Wow, been awhile since I posted here :-) Sorry to anyone who actually happens to read my blog, lol. Well, the "awesome man" ditched me, awhile ago actually *grins* So now I'm searching again. I am corresponding with a man from Florida (I'm in MD) but he's a bit older (24 years) than me and I haven't heard from him in a couple of days. *sigh* are all men complete jerks, or just 99% of them? Sorry, I didn't mean that, just not having a good time lately.


Moving on... Work is awful, as usual. I gave everyone a heart attack today by accidentally setting off an alarm, lmao. Poor old ladies I work with...they all about died! *giggles* I thought it was pretty funny, though.

So...that's my life in a nutshell at the moment. Be sure to post more later!

Trying my hand at fiction

Note: This story is based entirely on fictional events. So far >:-)

I am standing at the sink with my arms immersed in soapy water, humming to myself as I clean the dishes I used to make dinner this evening. He slips his arms around me from the back and nuzzles my neck. "Have you been good today?" he whispers, in that warning tone he uses that lets me know he wants to play. I feel a shiver race down my spine at his words. "Yes, sir" I answer softly, turning my head to meet his lips. "You're sure about that?" he asks, cupping my bottom gently. Whenever he does that I cannot help but feel that he's sending me a message. "You're mine" this message says, and it causes my skin to flush and heat to pool in my lower belly every time. To know that I belong to him is a beautiful gift. Knowing that he wants to play, I "accidentally" drop an old coffee mug on the floor and it shatters. There is a soft growl behind me as he squeezes my backside, just enough the make me yelp a little. "Tsk tsk," he says," haven't we discussed this clumsiness young lady?" The heat begins to grow and I can feel my breathing becoming more shallow. "Y-yes sir, I'm sorry, I'll clean it up," I stammer. He sighs and I resist the urge to beg him to make love to me right then. I know he wants to make this last and he will. "You'll clean it up when we're done, young lady," he informs me, his voice gravelly with a need I mirror in my body and soul.

With that proclamation, he leads me to the dining room table where he pulls out a chair and sits down. Gently, he guides me across his lap and rests his hand on my bottom. Lovingly, he begins to rub circles around my backside, building the anticipation of what is to come. He lifts my skirt and I can feel him chuckle slightly as he discovers I'm not wearing any panties. The blood is roaring through my head, creating a haze around my mind that is broken as soon as his hand connects sharply with my bare bottom. I gasp as I jerk slightly, the quick pain mixing deliciously with the pleasure he has already built. He rubs the spot he has just assaulted, enough to make the pain dull slightly and for me to let my guard down. As soon as I relax, the next blow lands. This erotic dance continues so long I lose all sense of time. Suddenly, the pace changes and his hand falls faster on my backside. Now there is no stopping to dull the pain and the warmth builds, both in my bottom and the place I so desperately want him to touch. When he stops, I can barely think through the need. He begins rubbing in circles again, each time dipping closer to where I'm dripping with need for him. "Are you going to behave little girl?" he asks, and his voice tells me that he wants me as much as I do him. "Yes, sir" I manage. "Good," he replies, and finally he dips his finger inside of me. On a sob, I push myself against his hand, seeking the release that has thus far eluded me. Slowly, he caresses me, building the fire to a roaring flame. As I writhe against his hand, he keeps his pace steady, just steady enough to keep on the edge of climax. I abandon any sense of dignity as I beg him for release. "Please make love to me, sir, I need to feel you inside of me," I sob. He hesitates for a moment before withdrawing his finger. Suddenly I'm in his arms as he strides to our bedroom. Carefully, he lays me on the bed and undresses quickly before coming to cover me. My bottom pushes into the bed, re-igniting the fire there as he presses himself into me. I gasp as I feel him inside of me, touching me, it seems, so deep he's touching my very soul. As I wrap my legs around him, he builds the pace, just enough to make us both frantic. I can tell when he loses his grip on his self control as he sinks his teeth into my neck and allows our dance to take on it's own rhythm. I scream as my body erupts in fiery pleasure and seconds later, I feel him climax inside of me. He collapses on top of me, breathing erratically. He gently kisses my lips and my heart turns slowly in my chest. After a few moments, he rolls off of me, onto the bed and gathers me to his side. Completely content, I curl into his side and we both drift off to sleep.

I met Someone

I have met the most amazing man. He makes me laugh more than any person I have ever met in my entire life. And we just clicked, instantly. By the end of the night on our first date, we were finishing each others' sentences. How weird is that? He has his dommie side, but I don't know how strong it is. And, the kicker is, I don't know if he's a spanko. It seems stupid, worrying so much about a "kink", but it's so much more than a kink to me. It's part of me, part of who I am. And I have no idea how to explain this to him. So, I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

~*sarah*~

Wanting and Needing...

I don't know about the rest of you, but there are times when I just need a spanking. And I'm talking pinned over my man's knee, bare bottomed, while he just spanks the crap outta my butt. I would love to get spanked like that long enough to have me sobbing over his knee. Even if he needs to use a paddle or a hairbrush or something like that...that's fine. A lot of times I just bottle things up because I don't know how to talk about my feelings. So I just pretend like everything's fine. But it's not always fine. So I end up frustrated and angry. Times like these, the only solution I can think of is a thorough spanking. *sigh* But, as it stands, I won't be recieving one of those any time soon. Especially since the guy I'm seeing is just so....nice. I like romance as much as most gals but... I like violence in my men too. Not neccessarily directed towards *me*, but I like to know that it's at least there, waiting to come to the surface.

And how to you bring something like this up in conversation? "Oh, by the way, I really like to be spanked. Hard and often. Until I'm crying like a baby. I hope that's not a problem for you?". The guys I date are just so nice, I can't see them ever hurting me like that. *Grrrr* Nice is nice, and it's not like I want them to be mean, just...dominant. You can be a dom and not be mean, right? Or am I totally off base here and I need to look elsewhere to satisfy this part of me?

Sorry if this ended up sounding whiny, like I said, I'm just frustrated by a lot of stuff right now. That's it for tonight, until next time.

~*sarah*~

Sort of an Intro Post

Well, I'm not entirely sure anyone's actually going to read this blog, but at least I'll be able to get these feelings out in the open. Is there anything worse than being in the closet about something and not being able to share it with your closest friends? Well, I do have one friend that knows more or less the depth of what I yearn for and a few others that know I "like to be spanked".

But how can I explain that it goes so much deeper than that? Yes, I like to be spanked. For me, there's nothing more powerful than laying across a man's lap, waiting for the next blow to land. Or bent across the bed, waiting for the bite of a strap. I'm still waiting for a full-out spanking that will bring me to tears, but it seems that might be a long-time coming.

But...it's not just about "kink" and it's not about the pain. There is this incredible emotional release that comes with that experience. And a it takes a huge amount of trust for me to put myself in that position with a man. As well, there is a freedom that I can't explain in submitting to a man I care about. How does one go about finding such a man, though? I suppose I shall see, sometime down the road.
Well, this has been a rambling enough post, so I shall leave you all with this information to ponder *smile* Feel free to comment, offer advice, suggestions, criticism...whatever. Until next time....