Saturday, April 01, 2006

Buns up and Kneeling

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2 comments:

Cherry said...

"Put your head face down. There'll be no peaking." she hears an all-too-familiar voice demand. She complies, then feels a cool hand stroke her ass. "15 minutes late, means 15 strokes...with each implement." Her heart skips a beat. Did he just say, "with Each imple..." Her thoughts were thwarted as the brush made it's first strike. She counted the 15 strokes silently in her head, remaining stiff and still, not uttering a sound. "Oh, you're going to be stubborn today," he says. Perhaps it should be 30 strokes of each. "NO!" she yelps. "Now for the strap." "Count out loud. and wiggle for me!"
"One" she begins, fervently wiggling her ass in attempts to not have him add any additional strokes. "Two" After stroke 10 she tearfully inquires, "how many implements do you have?" "One more, now that you dare interrupt the strapping." "And these 10 don't count. Begin counting again," he demands. "Please, no, stop, I'll do anything. Anything else. Please." "Count!" he shouts and the strap strikes across her thighs. "One" she retorts. She knows she best comply,not asking anymore questions, else she'll never be going home tonight...

-Cherry
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3:00 AM
Cherry said...

"Put your head face down. There'll be no peaking." she hears an all-too-familiar voice demand. She complies, then feels a cold hand stroke her ass. "15 minutes late, means 15 strokes...with each implement." Her heart skips a beat. Did he just say, "with Each imple..." Her thoughts were thwarted as the brush made it's first strike. She counted the 15 strokes silently in her head, remaining stiff and still, not uttering a sound. "Oh, you're going to be stubborn today," he says. Perhaps it should be 30 strokes of each. "NO!" she yelps. "Now for the strap." "Count out loud. and wiggle for me!"
"One" she begins fervently wiggling her ass in attempts to not have him add any additional strokes. "Two" After stroke 10 she tearfully inquires, "how many implements do you have?" "One more, now that you dare interrupt the strapping." "And these 10 don't count. Begin counting again," he demands. "Please, no, stop, I'll do anything. Anything else. Please." "Count!" he shouts and the strap strikes across her thighs. "One" she retorts. She knows she best comply, not asking anymore questions, else she'll never be going home tonight...

3:02 AM

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