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- Let me tell you a little bit about me. When my great adventure
- began, I was young© age 25©and not very experienced. Oh, I had
- sex any number of times, in a number of different ways, but I
- never felt the wild excitement in actually doing those things
- that I imagined in advance. I had a million different, very kinky
- fantasies, things that I really wanted to do but was afraid to
- try, even if I had the opportunity to try© which I really didn't
- have. Mostly, my fantasies involved me as a sort of slave girl,
- captured by some strong individual. Some days I imagined my
- master to be a male and sometimes a female, with special events
- for each one. What I thought I really wanted was a strong master
- or mistress, one who also had wild sexual fantasies, and who
- would take charge of me and would then act out those fantasies,
- obviously with me playing out the part of slave girl, used by
- master (or maybe better yet, mistress) in strange and delicious
- ways, hopefully with an audience watching©© and most delicious of
- all, whether I liked it or not. I wanted strange and sexy things
- to happen and not have any say as to the agenda, to be used,
- perhaps even to be a little bit abused.
-
-
- My figure is good, that is, I think it is good, and maybe you
- will agree© that is, you will if you like full bodied girls with
- large, shapely titties. I am tall, about 5'7", with a nice, full
- shapely bust, good legs, and a delicious round bottom. I love
- being nude, and enjoy other people seeing me nude. I have even
- posed nude for a guy, just for fun, very naughty, very sexy
- pictures, like me masturbating for him, with a large rubber
- dildo© or, for example his favorite shot© me urinating for him,
- the stream shooting out like a waterfall. I did find that very
- exciting (though I would just die if those pictures ever got out)
- and no, I won't show YOU the pictures, either. I also did pose
- nude once for a very, very sexy amateur lady photographer, but
- that is completely a different story that I do not intend to tell
- you today. All I will say about that is that she was dressed
- when she took the first pictures of me, she was nude when she
- took the last pictures of me, and the very best pictures would
- have been taken a while later, but by then, frankly, she was too
- busy to think about taking pictures. She had her mind on
- something else (and her tongue into something else, too).
-
- I love reading about kinky sex. Sometimes I go to the porno
- shops, to look at the fascinating things they write about, and to
- look at the exciting array of rubber dildos and accessories that
- they sell. I even bought a couple of those things© strictly as a
- scientific experiment, you understand. I know a nice shop in
- Miami that sells remarkable stuff and I have purchased four
- different dildos and a couple of rubber butt pluggers. I adore
- playing with these toys, and had a secret fantasy about somebody
- else putting them into me (instead of me doing it myself). If it
- was a super©sexy guy who did it, and if he started me out with a
- nice, bare bottomed spanking, that would be just great. And if
- it was a marvelous, beautiful, dominant super sexy lady who did
- it to me, that would be the greatest.!!!!Üj Ü
- In one of the shops I found a magazine, a Swingers Journal that
- seemed interesting. It had just fascinating pictures, especially
- in the B&D area that was my particular excitement at the time.
- The ads seemed like fun. One of these showed a guy whose area of
- interest was in spankings, enemas, and Greek© things about which
- I had many secret thoughts but not much real experience. I
- decided that I would answer this particular ad© not intending
- ever to meet this guy, but rather, just to hear what he had to
- say.
-
- A week or so later I got a letter from him, with a nude picture.
- His name was Tom. He was a divorcee. He was about 35, well
- built, well hung, too. And he was holding a leather paddle in
- his hand and hanging from the ceiling next to him was a large
- enema bag, a long rubber hose attached to it, and connected to
- the end of that, a black rubber©looking device that got inserted
- into the recipient of this enema, and really did the work. It
- looked like a huge, erect, black penis. Believe me, it was an
- impressive picture.
-
- His letter told about how he liked to be masterful, how he
- thought that there was no sight so beautiful as a naked, shapely,
- female bottom, and nothing he liked to do so much as to pet it,
- to kiss it©©©©and to spank it until it was rosy pink. Then, when
- she was fully ready and receptive, to give her a long, slow, deep
- enema, filling her fuller than she had ever been filled before,
- using, of course, a Bardex so that she could not expel it until
- permitted. And then to lubricate her pretty asshole, greasing it
- generously until it was slippery, and then to fuck it deeply and
- firmly. His letter excited me tremendously. He became an
- instantaneous member in my library of fantasies.
-
- I wrote back to him, he replied again, and this time included a
- telephone number. I stared at that for a long time. I knew that
- calling the number was taking a very serious step© that there was
- at least a chance that I would follow up and visit him at, as he
- described it, his Domination Laboratory. I did call the number.
- When he replied, his voice was much as I expected it to be, and
- the conversation also was about what I had expected. We agreed
- to meet© not at his place, but on neutral ground, at a certain
- coffee shop, nothing else promised but the meeting. I was
- willing to go that far in advance, but no further at all. Oh, I
- knew I would go ahead and meet him at the coffee shop, but I did
- have serious doubts about whether I would go from there to his
- place.
-
- The day of the meeting came, and as promised, I went. In fact, I
- got there early so that I could scout out the scene, and if he
- showed, and if I did not like his looks up close, I could sneak
- out. Well, he did show up on time, and I did like his looks. We
- had an fascinating conversation about everything else in the
- world except sex. We found a million things to talk about, found
- lots of areas of common interest, a few fun things to fightÜj Üabout, too. After a long time© maybe as much as a couple of
- hours, it was time to leave. I declined to go to his place yet,
- but since I did not have a car with me© I had hopped on the bus
- to get there© he drove me home. As luck would have it, a vacant
- parking place was right there almost at my front door. He walked
- me to the door, and right into my apartment. What happened next
- was an awful long way from what our letters talked about. We
- were soon petting and in short order he had me out of my sweater
- and bra, and soon out of everything else. He got me very
- excited, undressed himself and showed off a nice looking, very
- erect penis. We did have very nice, normal sex. It was fun,
- pleasant, and certainly not earth shaking. I am not even sure
- now that he made me cumm that night. I don't think so, but then,
- I rarely do in regular intercourse.
-
- He called me again the following week. Soon, we were dating,
- more or less regularly, having good sex once or twice a week, but
- no domination, no spankings. One evening we did go to his place.
- This time, he showed me his laboratory© a room in the basement,
- with wood paneled walls, a large, sturdy oak library table with a
- gym mat as a top, and a rubber sheet over it. That was the
- laboratory. We wondered what it would be like if I was up on it,
- bottom©up. I complied. Attached to each leg of the table was a
- leather strap. He put a leather dog collar around each of my
- wrists, and then fastened the wrist to one of the leather strapsªstretching my arms out wide, and helpless. Very quickly, my
- ankles were similarly fastened. I was now spreadeagled,
- completely under his control.
-
- Did he now take charge completely? Absolutely not. He talked to
- me, and came back to our early correspondence, and what I had
- told him I wanted him to do. And all this time, his hands were
- wandering over my bare ass. Suddenly, SPLATT!!! He whacked me
- with his big, bare hand across my ass. It stung a little bit,
- but certainly did not really HURT. Again.......and again....a
- few more times. Then he went to the closet. He took out a
- leather strop. Long and wicked looking. He talked to me some
- more. And then he raised the strop and swished it, fairly hard,
- across my ass. It did hurt© but it felt good at the same time.
- He gave me a fairly thorough spanking that day, followed by the
- love enema he had talked about.. a long, slow enema that took 20
- or 30 minutes to go in. Along the way a couple of times I told
- him that I could not take any more. Each time, he would stop the
- water flow for a while until I got used to the feeling...and then
- start it again. Eventually, he gave me as much as he wanted me
- to have, but then he made me keep it in for a while longer.
-
- After he finally did let me expel it into the toilet, I got to
- rest a while, but then he did greek me. He first expanded my
- anus with a greased finger, and then two and three at the same
- time, stretching me. He had a conical, rubber dildo©a buttªplugger. Slowly, almost tenderly, he inserted it in me until the
- thickest part was past the sphincter. In it went the rest of the
- way, the thick rim preventing it from going in too far. He askedÜj Üme how it felt. Actually, it felt almost marvelous. I was
- almost disappointed when he pulled it out© and I was shocked when
- from his drawer he pulled out a still©larger version of the same
- thing. This looked too big to ever get into such a tight place.
- However, with patience, and perseverance and plenty of pressure,
- he did get it innnnnnnnnnn© slowly, stretching me larger, until
- the largest diameter passed the sphincter and it was lodged fully
- up inside me. He gave me a little more of the leather strop, so
- I could have the two sensations together. After a while, the
- rubber plug came out. He got up astride, put the blunt, rigid
- end of his cock against my now stretched rosette. After what had
- happened so far, that did not really hurt at all© it was sort of
- tight, but not painful. And to me, the sensation of being fucked
- in the ass by a masterful man was just marvelous, though I must
- say that never did I have the feeling that I was out of control.
- I always felt that any time I really wanted him to stop and go no
- further, that he would have without question. Never did I feel
- totally dominated, subjugated, like the subdued slave©girl I
- really wanted to be.
-
- The next time or two that we were together, things were much the
- same. After we had done the same things a few times, we began to
- talk about fantasies, and he made me tell him mine. It relates to
- Mrs. Olsen, who was my landlady, and who really disliked me.
- If I ever was going to try the slave©girl experience, totally
- controlled by another, she would be absolutely my first choice.
-
- Now the wierd thing about her was that she once had been a strong
- disciplinarian, a teacher in one of those strange schools where
- the students are punished. I overheard her telling a lady friend
- once that she did have an experience. She had a student who
- badly needed the discipline, and nothing that Mrs. Olsen ever
- did seemed to make that one shape up. Repeated applications of
- the leather did not make any difference. The cure for her,
- according to Mrs. Olsen, was that she was given a thorough
- stropping, forced to take a number of tablespoons of castor oil,
- thank Mrs. Olsen for each one, stropped some more, and then given
- a large mouthful of Mrs. Olsen's shit to eat, a tablespoonful at
- a time. I overheard this and never forgot it. And, I am sure, I
- masturbated about it a thousand times. That was my fantasy. I
- wanted to be taken over by somebody who disliked me, stripped,
- spanked thoroughly, made to eat her pussy, and then more
- humiliating things.
-
- Now understand about Mrs. Olsen. She is tall and strong, a very
- handsome woman, with a very potent personality. She is about 45.
- There is no Mr. Olsen around. I do not know if she is a widow or
- a divorcee© she is not the kind of person that you ask questions
- of. We genuinely do not like each other. I think she is
- overbearing. She thinks that I am wild, spoiled, disrespectful.
- While she is my landlady, I cannot wait to get out of there, and
- she cannot wait to have me gone. But she still is very much in my
- fantasies. This story, embellished somewhat, is what I told to
- Tom. He is very interested in this, and says that he is going toÜj Ülook into making it all happen. He had me write him a letter,
- detailing all this, though how exactly he plans to make use of
- it, I do not know.
-
- Today, Tom called at lunch time and asked me to come over this
- evening, and to be sure to be there before 8:00 PM. He says that
- we might, just might, have company, though he won't say who and
- he won't say what. I am fantasizing about this, have been all
- day now, not knowing what to expect. Today is Thursday, I
- thought, and today is the day that perhaps I am going to meet my
- fate. Thomas had heard my story and questioned me on it in
- detail. He knew what I think I want. He was delighted to help
- me, to play in our little drama. He had my letter, written in my
- own hand, addressed to him, which detailed everything. He had
- also purchased a pint bottle of castor oil at the drug store©the
- only item on the list that he did not have in advance. And he
- had made the calls, I believe, talked to Mrs. Olsen, explained
- our relationship, and had her surprised (and he says, delighted
- and enthusiastic) agreement to participate. He told her that he
- had been regularly spanking me, had nude photos of me that he
- knew she would want to see, and had ideas of advanced discipline
- for me that he wanted to discuss with her. She was cautious, but
- interested© after all, this was really right up her alley, and it
- was being handed to her on a silver platter, so to speak.
-
- This time, for the first time, I did not drive to his place. I
- knew that if the adventure was going to go according to his plan
- that I would be taken home, in bondage, by Mrs. Olsen. My car
- would only be in the way. I went there by cab, dressed as usual
- in jeans and a sweater. The clothes made no difference. I would
- be nude as soon as I got there. Thomas' house was no different
- than at any other time. The furnishings are sparse, but
- adequate. The room down in the basement, which was the "playroom"
- had wood paneled walls, with various hooks and eyes, and the
- large, very sturdy oak library table with a padded top. On the
- floor stood a brown paper bag. I was instructed to strip down to
- my panties, but to leave them on© a pair of black nylon bikini
- panties that he had bought for me that he liked. I was to put
- each article of clothing that I removed into that paper bag.
- Soon enough I was almost nude, trembling slightly, though not
- from fright. Thomas had seen me nude now a number of times and
- had used me in the various ways that a punished girl is used.
- Instead, I was trembling in anticipation. This might be the
- night that Mrs. Olsen would join us, and if she did, there was no
- telling how the agenda might go. This time, for preparation, all
- that happened was that Tom put wrist cuffs on me and fastened my
- wrists behind my back. I was helpless. And I was wondering if
- she would appear© and if she did appear if she would participateªand if she did participate, how severe she would be with me.
- I had fantasies about how she would be dressed. No matter what
- she had on top, I knew that she would wear a black merry©widow, a
- short corset like garment, only hip length, and with that, black
- opera©length hose and garters. And of course, black panties that
- revealed more than they hid, through which would clearly beÜj Üvisible her fulsome behind. I had seen her dressed this way, and
- it really depressed me. It also really excited me. I had
- visions of kissing that large, shapely bottom, of thrusting my
- tongue up inside© and I hated these visions. And secretly begged
- that she make it happen.
-
- I stood, just marking time. The phone range. Tom went upstairs
- to talk, and seemed gone forever. Then the doorbell rang. I
- could hear voices as he answered upstairs, but could not identify
- who was there. I could only hope. Footsteps could be heard© two
- pair were coming down the stairs© and there she was!!
- Mrs. Velma Olsen stood there, looking just gorgeous, dressed in a
- simple, severe black dress. She looked around the room, looked
- finally at me, standing wearing only my panties, my wrists
- fastened behind my back. "My dear", she said. "You cannot
- imagine how glad I am to see you here. And looking so lovely,
- too".
-
- I stood still as her hands ran across my lower body, fondling my
- bottom, gently squeezing one cheek of my ass. Her hands ran up
- my front, taking hold of each bare breast and fondling me. She
- took my nipples, each between a thumb and forefinger and gently
- squeezed, bringing them to instant erection©©©and using my
- nipples to pull by, dragged me in very close. "Let me see your
- tongue", she commanded. I opened my mouth, showed her the tip of
- my tongue. Squeezing somewhat harder, she ordered me
- "Further,darling. Stick it all the way out so that i can see
- it." I complied. She opened her mouth, and we deep©kissed. And
- gently, she bit down on my tongue. Not very hard, but hard
- enough. This was not at all what I had expected.
-
- "My dear", she said, "Tom has told me how naughty you have been.
- I am not really surprised, but it is nice to have confirmation
- that I have been correct. He has asked that I help in modifying
- your behavior. Won't that be fun?" And in saying that she
- squeezed hard on each erect nipple, making me gasp.
-
- She removed the black frock. She did not have the merry©widow
- on©rather, she was wearing only a sexy looking deep©cut black
- bra, and black panty hose. This emphasized her curvaceous
- figure, and with her high heels, she had a totally queenly
- appearance. Tom, watching closely© his eyes popping out at the
- sight© was obviously very erect. It seemed certain that at least
- for now, he was going to be a voyeur in this drama© not a direct
- participant. It also seemed that he did not mind in the least.
-
- Velma sat, and pulled me over her lap, bottom©up. Her hands
- fondled my bikini©clad rump, squeezing here and there, probing a
- bit. A hand ran inside the waist band and squeezed naked flesh©
- not hard, but rather more a loving squeeze. She quickly pulled
- my panties down, tugged them all the way off, and asked me to
- open my legs so that she could see all my parts. Her hands probed
- here and there. First a finger touched all around my vulva,
- testing for creaminess. I was sopping wet. The finger probedÜj Üinward, deeply, came out again and rubbed gently across my now
- erect clit, almost making me leap off her lap. The finger found
- its way between the upturned cheeks of my bottom, found the
- rosebud pointing up at her, gently forced its way inside, full
- depth. This also seemed to please her.
-
- "Ooh yes, you are just lovely," she said, "just the way I knew
- you would be".
-
- And she raised her right hand and spanked me fiercely across one
- cheek of my upturned bottom. Very slowly, she lectured me on
- good behavior, punctuating almost every point with another hard
- swat on my bare ass, first on one cheek and then the other,
- alternating back and forth it seemed, to be sure that each side
- got its fair share. Well, each side got more than its fair
- share. Very soon she brought me to tears. This went on for a
- while© much longer than I had expected, and much more of a
- spanking than Tom had ever given me. I was crying now, not
- knowing what to say.
-
- I begged her to stop, promising her as a little girl might that I
- would be good, that I would never again be disrespectful, that I
- would obey her in anything, just anything, that she might want me
- to do. She pushed me off onto the floor, ordered me to kneel
- before her. Now understand how I felt. I had truly been punished
- and my bottom felt like it was on fire. I felt humiliated to be
- treated this way, and to have Tom see me treated this way. I
- felt totally ashamed of myself for getting myself into this
- situation. And I felt totally under her control. But most of
- all, I felt absolutely, orgasmically excited. She was Queen, she
- was in charge, and what would happen was completely up to her.
- What she wanted from me, she would get!!!
-
- She took off her black bra, and showed me (and Tom) a pair of
- delicious, shapely, large breasts. She offered me a thick, dark
- brown nipple to kiss. I had no doubts whatever about what was
- going to happen now, and I did just as she indicated she wanted
- me to do© I leaned forward, and took that luscious morsel into my
- mouth and sucked it lovingly. Shortly, her hand found my
- earlobe, and pulled me downward. She shucked her black
- underpants, spread her husky, shapely thighs, and showed me a
- musky crotch, obviously excited that she wanted me to kiss as a
- gesture of submission. And all the time that I had known her,
- hated her, always I had known that this was what I really wanted.
- I had dreamed about it a thousand times, the thought of me being
- on my knees, kneeling before her widespread thighs, peering into
- her open, expectant crotch, looking at the pink lips and her
- erect clit, standing up and awaiting my kiss. I knew the
- significance of this position. I was going to lean forward and
- kiss her there, and suck her juices, and give her pleasure. And
- by so doing, she was going to take possession of me to use me any
- way that she chose to use me in the future. I was going to be
- converted to her slave girl, and she would own me and operate me.
- I buried my face in it, her gorgeous, feminine cunt, tasting herÜj Üjuices, enjoying the strange flavors and enjoying the sexy,
- gorgeous feeling of humiliation of doing this with Tom watching.
- He loved it.
-
- I was still on my knees between her thighs when she reached to
- the table for the bottle of castor oil, and a tablespoon. A
- large spoonful was poured, and offered to me. I pursed my lips,
- knowing that no taste did I hate so much as this. I refused.
- She smiled, reached over and took a nipple, and pinched HARD. It
- hurt, really hurt. I screamed, not understanding her sudden
- change in mood. She said, "Now there you are being willful,
- disobedient. That is exactly what I am going to correct."
-
- She pinched again, and I immediately opened my mouth wide, and
- got for my troubles the tablespoonful of the castor oil. I
- gagged on it, but managed to swallow it down.
-
- "Would you like another?" she asked.
-
- When I gasped out NOOO, she pinched again, saying "Now that is
- the WRONG answer, darling. Let me ask again. Would you like
- another?"
-
- I knew what would happen if I said no again. I did not know what
- to say. She said it for me. She said "May I have another© that
- would be the way that you would say it if you had good manners".
-
- And with that, she gave me another pinch, this time not so hard
- but still hard enough. And of course, I did ask for another, and
- was duly rewarded with a large spoonful, and then a moment later,
- another and another.........
-
- I was let alone for a while, while Velma and Tom disappeared
- upstairs. They were gone for a long time. When they came back,
- I could see that Tom had lost his erection. Velma sat down again
- before me, her thighs spread again, and beckoned me to kiss her.
- I did, of course, and found now that she was ever so much more
- juicy than before, a totally different flavor, too. Obviously,
- out of my sight, they had fucked. She had paid Tom, in a sense,
- for turning me over to her for discipline, and she had thanked
- him in the manner he liked best. Velma reached into her purse,
- and found a new toy© a large nipple clip that she attached to one
- of my nipples, and snapped a leash onto it. This was a new way
- to lead somebody around. She found my coat, threw it over my
- shoulders, took the leash in one hand, the paper bag with my
- clothes in the other, said goodbye to Tom, and led me out to her
- car. As she led me, her attitude seemed to be that of a great
- lady who had just procured a new toy, and now meant to take it
- home and play with it in depth. I was the toy. And I knew this
- game that we were going to play. She was going to make the rules
- and I was going to abide by them© without any limits. She would
- be judge and jury and enforcer.
-
- In the car, she reached into the coat, took my other breast inÜj Üher hand and very gently fondled it, rubbing the nipple. She
- turned her face to me, and offered me a very wet kiss© and as
- well, a totally confusing mixture of sensations and feelings.
- Her hand ran between my thighs, into my pussy, feeling its
- wetness. She gently, very gently frigged my clit, bringing me
- almost, but not quite to orgasm. And she nibbled on my ear lobe,
- and thrust a tongue into my ear, in the meanwhile whispering
- "Darling girl, I am going to be your teacher, and I am going to
- just loooovvvvee being your teacher. You are just going to love
- it. Did you enjoy going down on me?"
-
- Considering the remarkable talent she had shown for pinching my
- nipples and making me do her thing, I knew I had better give the
- right answer. I said that I loved it.
-
- "Good", she said, "since you like it so well, do it again, right
- now."
-
- So, for another ten or fifteen minutes we sat parked in front of
- Tom's house, my face buried in her humid cunt, my tongue sucking
- her clit©© and all the while, that castor oil was doing its
- insidious work, taking me ever closer to that particular point of
- no return.
-
- Away we drove, finally, towards home. I was certain that I would
- never make it there, considering the wild sensations in my
- bowels. Somehow, I did manage to hold on long enough, my stomach
- heaving and quenching as she led me up the stairs, firmly holding
- the leash. I begged for permission to go to the bathroom, and to
- my surprise, it was granted without question. Velma was for the
- moment in her sweet phase. I came back out, and was granted
- permission to shower and to rest a bit. Rest for what? Well, as
- it turned out, for quite a bit more.
-
- An hour later, after relaxing and watching the evening news on
- TV, she ordered me up. My hands were fastened behind my back
- again, and after some really loving©type gentle play with my
- nipples, we began to discuss discipline. She reviewed my conduct
- over the past several years that we had known each other. She
- pointed to a number of specific instances where, she thought, I
- could have, should have behaved differently. Now, she told me,
- she was going to teach me number of things, but better manners
- and better behavior and total obedience to recognized authority
- were certainly vital parts of the lessons. Obviously, she was now
- the recognized authority that she referred to. To determine if I
- was sufficiently obedient, she turned her back to me, bent
- forward to give me a delightful view of her bare ass, her legs
- spread so that I could see her brown rosette, almost winking at
- me.
-
- I knew what she wanted me to do, to give it a long, wet, sweet
- thrusting kiss. At that point, I could not. She said that this
- was disobedience, exactly what she had meant. And announcing
- this, she bent me over the end of the couch, my bottom raised. Üj ÜShe left me there for a moment, went to fetch something from the
- closet, and showed it to me© a wicked looking leather strap,
- about 18" long, 3" wide, and the end cut into three separate
- tongues of leather. She told me that it was a trainer, sometimes
- called a tawse, but by any name a marvelous tool for one job© for
- teaching. She said that nature had provided every female a place
- to be taught© her naked behind. There, lessons could be given,
- that might be painful for the moment, but they would be
- remembered and no permanent harm would come. And with that, she
- raised the tawse, and SSSSSPPPPLLLAAATTT!!© a fiery streak, right
- across the crowns of both cheeks. I screamed out. She said
- nothing, and for a long time, the only sound in the room was the
- voice from the TV. Time dragged, and my behind was on fire. I
- had never really felt anything like it before. And then©ªSSSSSPPPPPPPLLLAAATTTT!! Again, she burned my bottom, as before.
- And now it hurt twice as much, if that is possible. I was
- sobbing, crying, begging her to let me go. All that got me was a
- third and then a fourth shot of the wicked tawse across my rump.
- She asked me questions about things I had done the previous year,
- about things I had said, about Tom. She wanted to know if I had
- been letting him fuck me. I said no. That immediately earned me
- another vicious swat with the tawse. Again she asked, and this
- time I confessed. She wanted to know if I had him use me up the
- ass. I denied it© and got yet another stroke. I confessed that
- Tom had been using me anally. She noted that down for future
- reference, as if that was another transgression that she intended
- to cure. I was crying hysterically now, willing to tell her
- anything, willing to confess to any sin, and getting in the
- process a barn©burner of a spanking. Suddenly it stopped.
- She said to me, "What would you like to do,now?" I knew there was
- only one answer to that question, and I said it, "Please let me
- show you, let me kiss your beautiful ass." She smiled slightly,
- bent forward again, and again, offered her brown rosette to my
- tongue. Now, finally, I did what I had always really wanted to
- do. I thrust my tongue against it, probed inward slightly,
- tasted her strange flavor, and gave her thusly the kiss of total
- obedience.
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- She left the room. After what seemed a long time, she returned,
- carrying a paper plate. I knew what would happen next, and sure
- enough, she found a spoon, and then asked me if I wanted my
- dessert now. I gulped, cried again, and said nooooo. And for
- that refusal, got another two strokes of the tawse. She asked
- again, and knowing that this would go on until I said yes, I did
- so. She made me request it, made me ask her to please feed me my
- dessert.
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