I love the thought of double penetration, whether it’s a hard cock in my pussy and mouth, or my pussy and ass. The idea of two cocks at the same time drives me wild!
I have never been in a threesome but I fantasize all the time about it. My husband knows all about my fantasy. Sometimes when we have sex, he puts me on my back and fucks me, and at the same time he uses a dildo in my mouth. Other times he gets over me and puts his cock in my mouth, at the same time as he fucks me with the dildo. It always makes me cum extra hard when he does me like that!
A few nights ago he did something he’s never done before. I knew something was up the minute I walked into the bedroom. He had candles going on the night table. Our sex toys were all laid out on the bed. He took off all my clothes. Then he whispered in my ear that he had something planned for me. He made me get down on my hands and knees. Then he took the butt plug and pushed it in my ass.
After that, he made me lie on my back. He started to fuck my pussy and put the dildo in my mouth at the same time. I was so full! It was like heaven. Before I could cum he pulled out of me. Then he switched places so his dick was in my mouth and the dildo was in my pussy. I could taste my own juices on him. It made me cum like crazy! After I came he switched places again. He kept doing that over and over. My ass was filled and he kept going back and forth with his cock in my mouth and the dildo in my pussy and vice versa. I don’t know how many more times I came. At least four.
Then he said “where do you want me to cum? In your mouth or pussy?” “In my mouth” I said. He got over me and I took him in my mouth. Then he pushed the dildo in my pussy and started licking my clit. It felt like heaven! I came twice more before he came in my mouth. And he still wasn’t done! He kept pushing the dildo in my pussy and pushing his cock in and out of my wet slobbery mouth til I came again. It was amazing! I am so glad I told my husband about me DP fantasy!1 comment
I am an exhibitionist. I like thinking about being watched having sex. Almost all of my fantasies are about exhibitionism. I sometimes like to pretend that someone is watching from the closet when I have sex with my boyfriend. Or fantasize about inviting our friends over to watch. I get dressed up in revealing clothing and we have a big dinner party. During dinner I touch myself suggestively and make suggestive comments to get everyone in the mood. After dinner we all go into the bedroom. My boyfriend undresses me so I am completely exposed to everyone. He shows off my body before he pulls me onto the bed and fucks me in front of everyone.
My favorite fantasies are about the Internet. I fantasize that my boyfriend takes pictures of me touching myself and when he’s having sex with me. Then he uploads them to the Internet for other people to see. I like thinking about people getting horny seeing me.
Sometimes I fantasize that we have a web cam pointed at the bed. It is turned on whenever we have sex. People can log in and watch. Maybe there is a way for them to type suggestions for things my boyfriend can do to me.5 comments
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My fantasy, that really gets me off, is about finding someone for myself and my husband to play with. We go out searching one night at all the bars, and then we see her. She has a cute smile with a wholesome face, nice perky tits, a good ass. I point her out to my husband. “What about her?” He nods yes.
We watch her for a while. When it looks like she is not there with anyone else, it’s time to make our move. I walk over to her. “Buy you a drink?” She looks surprised at being hit on by a woman, but says yes. We chat for a while. I flirt some with her. After a few drinks, I tell her, “my husband thinks you’re really cute! I think you’re cute too.” I point him out. “Let me introduce you.” He comes over so we can all talk. I can see in her eyes she is nervous but interested.
We talk until closing time. “Why don’t you come home with us?” She says yes. On the way out to the car I am touching her arm. I can tell how excited she is.
When we get home I am all ready to go. I am so wet! We don’t waste any time. I start kissing my husband. Then I turn to her. “Wy don’t you kiss him too? He is a good kisser. I promise you will like it.”
They start kissing. When I see her start to get into it I turn up the heat. I start to kiss her neck and put my hands on her tits. We both are making out with her. We can see how excited she is getting.
Then it’s time to crank it up. I kneel down on the floor to pull down my husband’s pants. He is still making out with her. I put his cock in my mouth and start to suck. He starts to take off her clothes. Pretty soon she is just down to panties. Her perky tits are exposed for us to view.
When he is good and hard I stand up. “Why don’t you let him fuck you?” She gasps when she looks at his cock. My husband is very well endowed. “It’s okay,” I tell her. “It looks scary but you can do it.”
We take her to the bed. I take her panties off and lie her down so her head is in my lap. I am touching her all over. “He will be gentle” I promise. She gasps when my husband starts to go into her. I love how it feels when he first goes in. I am running my hands all over her tits. He is gentle, just like I told her he would be.
When he is all the way inside her, I hold her hands. He starts to fuck her for real. She is screaming with ecstasy while he is pounding her. I keep hold of her wrists. I am looking down at her getting pounded by my husband.
Then they both cum together. I have to hold her down tight. She is completely crazy, flailing around with ecstasy.
My husband pulls out of her. “My turn!” I say. I start touching her all over, putting my fingers in to see how drippy she is. I kneel down between her legs to start licking. She is still going crazy, moaning and jerking around.
My husband is ready to go again. He pushes into my pussy. Now I am the one screaming. I am still licking her and he is pounding me good. We all three cum together and then we collapse in a tangle. “What are you doing next week?” I say. “Same thing!” she says. “But next time I want to lick you.”No comments
A true story from what happen and I started dating my girl
A True Spanking Contest
Bill was just getting out of computer class and when the two girls approach him.
Bill: Hey, if it isn’t the competitive adrenaline girls themselves in the flesh!
Jill: Hey, Bill, we need your help with something.
Sam: Yeah, but we need your strict confidentiality and we are only asking you because you are the only one who we can both decide we can trust.
Jill: Its the opportunity of a life time for you but you can only trust you and only you.
Bill: I take it has to do with another competition you two conjured up again, some new adrenaline rush and another bet too.
Jill: See, he knows us all too well.
Bill: Well, this past summer, Sam father paid for Sky diving and scuba diving together and bet on who could swim to the closes to the biggest fish you can find. So what is it now, rattlesnake hunting and who is more fearless.
Sam: No sky diving was the fear bet. This time its a pain test. Whoever has the will power to take the most pain wins! We came up with the best and only way, and that where you come in.
Bill: I’m not sure what that could be but why don’t we talk about this at Starbucks, we can meet at the one down on Lincoln Boulevard across from the north campus at 3pm after my math class.
Jill: See you than!
Sam: Works for me, see in a few hours.
A few hours later, they meet at Starbucks. The girls got there first and got the most remote outside table. Bill showed, got his coffee and sat down.
Bill: Ok, what this about girls you were pretty cryptic about this bet on who has the most will power and something about pain tolerance?
Jill: We got a bet going about who can take the most pain without giving in or interfering. After many hours talking about we decided the only safe way to do that is with a spanking. Whoever can take the most, hardest and longest wins!
Sam: We thought about spanking each other but we decided that the only way for it to be fair is for someone else does it and we choose you.
Bill: Wait a minute you want me give you two a spanking, is that right? That sound a little kinky doesn’t?
Jill: Well, yes and no, that what we came up with to decide the bet and who wins. Will you help us.
Sam: Yeah, we bet on who has the most will power and the highest pain tolerance. So whoever holds out the longest and takes the most before crying wins. We can flip a coin to who goes first and time it and. . .
Bill: What a minute here there a lot more variables than that, first how do you determine what’s “crying,” means. That can be subjective and the only way to be complete far is to bare, no protection. Some pants or jeans can be more protective than say leggings etc. Setting a timer doesn’t make sense because what happens if you both make it until the timer ends and either one of you are “crying” what do you than?
Jill: You know that’s a good point, how do you determine it, if we both just hold out until the timer goes off and being bare wasn’t apart of it the deal either.
Sam: Well, you can always bail and declare me the winner, we already made the bet. I going to see this through and if that means be a little embarrassment to win, than the bet is still on as far as I’m concern. A bet is a bet! What will it be Jill?
Jill: Fine, I’m not going lose this one but how do we solve the timing issue?
Sam: Well, I guess it will be about will power too, whoever to take it until their crying win.
Jill: Absolutely not, do you know what your saying, I mean. . .
Bill: Wait, wait a minute girls. You two are a really off your rocker. Your talking about a real whoopin and what happen if you both have the will power to take it to until you two are both crying how do you decide who wins than?
There was silence for about a minute.
Sam: Well, whoever endures the most without interfering with the spanking and as the will power to take it until they crying and not bail out, wins. That way there are two factors.
Jill: WHAT? NO WAY, NO WAY!
Sam: Well, a bet is a bet, you can just buy my text books next year and I win the second part of the bet also and. . .
Bill: Wait, wait, I agree that is a little extreme. Beside, how would you determine enough is enough. How many whack is going to be enough. What would you propose I use anyways, my hand, a belt a paddle or? And how would you determine what you mean by crying.
Sam look directly at Jill. Before we decide anything else, are you going to capitulate and loose or are going to buck up and see who has the most will power and pain tolerance and still loose. Either way, I win!
Jill: No it doesn’t, fine, I’m in and you won’t win, a bet is a bet!
Bill: You two are completely crazy! You want me to give you both a spanking until you are absolutely crying and whoever holds out the longest without interfering win? You two can’t be serious?
Sam: Yes we are Bill and that’s why your the one we are going to trust.
Bill: Ok, let’s say I help you two absolutely crazy girls, how are we going to determine when enough is enough and how much is enough crying to ensure the bet is fulfilled?
Sam: Well, I determine that for Jill and she will determine that for me. . .
Jill: Ok, no way, absolutely no way! That isn’t going to happen; you aren’t determining anything for me. In fact, I’m not getting that kind of lickin in front of you anyways, Sam. We have to let Bill decide when enough is enough and determine when stop.
Sam: No way, I’m not doing that and. . .
Jill: Well, I guess it will be a bet of who has the will power to trust Bill to make that determination.
Bill: Ok, you two stop it for a second! First, since I’m the administrating this bet, let me interject some fairness into this bet. First, leaving it to my discretion as to when enough is enough is the only fair thing to do, if you two are really serious. Second, giving you separate spankings on separate days makes sense too. Its the only way to be fair.
Sam: Than who decides who win, Jill?
Bill: Well, I guess you’ll both will have to trust me to decide which one of you won since I’m the one giving you the whipping.
Jill: Ok, that fine with me but she can’t know I got mine until you declare the winner.
Sam: Same here.
Bill: Ok, now that settled, we have a few more details. What should I use my hand. . .
Sam: A paddle!
Jill: No a belt!
Bill: Ok, lets not start fussing again. Sam what kind paddle? Jill what kind of belt?
Sam: A ping pong paddle with the rubber surfaces.
Jill: A big thick wide leather one.
Bill: Ok, Ok, how about both, we’ll use a ping pong paddle to start with and than I’ll use my belt, to make it fair?
Jill: Fine with me
Sam: Ok, sure what not
Bill: So just so we are all clear, Sam you tell me what you believe we agreed too and than Jill you either agree with what she said or we we clarify again.
Sam: We both have to take the spanking until we are really crying like when we were kids in order to qualify to win. Whoever takes the most without interfering or bails out loses automatically.
Jill: And it’s up to Bill to decide when to stop not us and he gets to determine the winner not us because he will spanked us separate days confidentially, but what if we both endure both things.
Sam: He will have to count the number swats until we like throw our hands back, rollover, bail out or interfere in anyway. That will be the determining factor.
Bill: And unfortunately the way to make it fair is to be bare, no protection. I start off with a specified number swats with the ping pong paddle and than my belt, to make sure it the same one, until you are bawling and until I decide when to stop.
Jill: You can start with your hand before ping ping paddle.
Jill: NO WAY, HE IS NOT GOING. . .
Bill: I agree, I’ll start off with my hand. We can set a egg timer for a specific time, say 30 second a minute whatever we decide before the paddle.
Sam: Fine, three minutes
Jill: No way, one minute
Bill: Ok, ok, stop it, you two! No more fussing. Lets two minutes, that a medium between the two of you.
Jill: Oh alright, but how many are we going to get with the paddle, since its a specified number?
Sam: Well, I feel we should get. . .
Bill: Sam, you have decided enough, why I don’t decide how many and you both will get. I assure you, that you will both get the exact same amount. Than, if you both make it through that, I will be counting in my head as I use the belt.
Sam: Fine, ok but how many?
Bill: Before you two start fussing again, how about I don’t tell you that way you’ll just have to find out than. I’ll decide how hard, how many, how fast and when. I assure you both that I will make sure you both get the same spanking as possible. I have nothing in stake here. Remember its a test of will power, pain tolerance, and trust. Now, I’m going to have to be assertive and direct with you two. I’m going to have to be in charge if I’m really going to do this, agreed. In fact, I still can’t believe you both are going to allow me to do this to you both.
Jill: Me too, I guess, but we have your promise, you won’t tell anyone and you won’t try to take advantage of us since we are going to have to be bare?
Bill: I promise, I will not take advantage of either one of you and this stay strictly between us. So when do you two want to do this show down?
Sam: Today Jill and Monday me.
Jill: You don’t decide when I’m getting mine, how about you today and. . .
Bill: Ok, Ok stop it! Boy, maybe you two do need a good spanking after all. I’ll tell you what we will all meet at my place in one week from this Friday. You both can call or text me and arrange your ass beating separately and I will not tell the other person if and when other got their whoopin. I will declare the winner when we meet again and not before, agreed?
Jill: That sound good to me.
Sam: Works for me too.
They all went their ways from the meeting feeling and thinking different things. He just couldn’t believe what they both asked for him to do and got himself into. He never spanked anyone in his life. He was a twenty-two year old college students in his third year of studying computer science. They were twenty and twenty-one and studying to be teachers. He was rather turned on by the idea of seeing their bare behinds but wasn’t really into inflicting any kinky thing like spanking. But he determined that if they met with him, he was going do everything he could to keep his side of the commitment.
It was Thursday and he got a text from Sam.
Sam: Are doing anything tomorrow evening?
Bill: After my work out at the gym. Should be home about 6.
Sam: You want I come my place at 7, order delivery dinner and watch a movie?
Bill: Yeah, so you want to get your ass beating too for the bet than too?
Sam: Yeah, might as get it over with, off on Saturday to recover.
Sam: Gone for the weekend visiting her brother.
Bill: I’ll see you than, be careful what you ask for. I like Chinese food.
Sam: See you than
After Bill got home from the gym, he went home took a shower and went to Sam’s apartment. He had a gyms bag with a ping pong paddle in it. He knocked on and she let him in.
Sam: Am I going to be safe? I have to warn you I have a black belt and if you try anything except what we agreed too. . .
Bill: You are safe and I promise I will only beat your ass, not take advantage of you.
She exhaled deeply and said
Sam: I knew we could trust you. Did Jill get her ass beat yet?
Bill: If she did or didn’t, I’m not telling you. Are you really going to go through with this?
Sam: Yes, I’m can afford paying for her text books all next years etc.
Bill: Ok, where do you want to start?
Sam: Can we sit on the couch first. Can I sit on your lap and hold me for a few minutes. Not in a romantic way but just so I can feel secure. I just want to held for a few minutes.
Bill: No problem, I’m in no hurry.
He sat down on the couch and she sat in his lap and laid her head in his chest. She was about five feet five inches and fairly slim with a flat stomach. She was wearing jeans, a polo and she put on her cute little bikki panties with red flowers on them. He must have just held her for a good half an hour to forty-five minutes. She than sat up and made eye contact with him.
Sam: How long have we been friends?
Bill: Oh, about two half years or so. I meet you the same I meet Jill.
Sam: Are you ok with this?
Bill: Yeah, I guess, I have to admit though, I’ve never spanked anyone before but I going to do my best to do my part.
Sam: Well, I may regret this, but I don’t want you to be afraid, I’m pretty tough and I’ve had my share of whoppin growing up, but non as an adult.
Bill: Me too, just remember you two asked for it. I hope you won’t be angry with me afterwards. And I’m not going fight with you to corporate either.
Sam: As long as you don’t try anything else, I won’t be angry with you. I’ll be complicit, I know the second I don’t, I run the risk of loosing. How shall we do this?
Bill: Let me get my egg timer and. . .
Sam: Oh, I got one too. I just want to get a pillow from my room first though, ok.
Bill: That’s fine and bring your egg timer too, I have an idea, and I’ll get a chair from the table and bring it in here if you don’t mind.
She got a pillow from her room, stopped by the kitchen and grabbed her egg timer. He grabbed a chair and brought it to living room.
Bill: Ok, as you know its only fair if it bare. Now, I’m going to set my egg time for exactly two minutes more than you’re going to set yours. You will have the amount of time you set your timer to get your jeans and panties all the way down to your knees and only to your knees and lay over my lap. If your not over my lap in the allotted time it will be considered interfering with the spanking since you are setting your own timer to get ready. When your timer goes off I’m going to begin spanking you as hard and as fast as I determine. The spanking will continue for two full minutes until my timer goes off. You can kick a little but per our agreement you can’t put your hands back and or roll off in attempts to interfere with the spanking in anyway. You’ll just have to take what I decide to give you in that two minutes, agreed?
Bill: You can expect that your entire bottom including upper thighs are all targets. Now, how long are you going to set your timer for?
Sam exhaled and thought for a second.
Sam: Ohhh, I guess I’m setting for two minutes.
Bill: Ok, I’m setting mine for four.
He sat down on the chair in arms reach of coffee table behind him.
They both picked up their timers and twisted them at the same time. He took both timers and set them down on the coffee table facing his away from her sight.
Bill: Ok, drop ’em, Sam, the only to be fair is be bare, completely bare.
She exhaled deeply and looked at the timer she set. She slowly pulled the flap of her belt free from the loop and pulled it to the right to get the buckle undone. She hesitated. She began rubbing her backside.
Bill: Its will okay, I seen it all before. Now get ’em down, you only have two minutes.
Sam: I know, I know, its just. . .
Bill: I know, I know, but you made the bet, the timer started and you can bail out if you want and. . .
Sam: No, no, I will, I will
She glance at her timer that was facing her and began undoing the bottoms of her jeans. She started pushing her zipper down slowly.
Sam: Is it going be really hard at first?
Bill: You’ll have get you pants all the way down and get over my lap and find out. Come on now, the way its fair is for it be on the bare, push them down Sam.
She hooked her thumbs on the inside of her jeans and slowly pushed them down her knees, pick the pillow off the floor and handed it to Bill as she stepped towards him. He took the pillow and said.
Bill: Panties come all the way down too, drop ’em!
Sam: Ok, ok, I know, I know, I will
She swallowed hard, glance at the timer and it was almost down to a minute left. She slipped her whole hands on the inside of her panties and started pulling out on the elastics band but not down.
Bill: Sam, you ok, you still want to do this?
Sam: Yeah, I am. Well here it goes, I just have to win.
She inched closer to Bill and slowly pushed them to knees. She didn’t really come all the way up. She only stood up enough to bend over his lap. He gave her the pillow and adjusted her squarely on his lap.
He instantly got turned on. Her bottom was all white, she had a clear bikki tan lines which petty much outline her bottom. He rested his hand on the center of her butt feeling both cheeks. Her bottom was so smooth and and white. She clenched up involuntarily and when she did he could see the slight muscular indentation of her butt cheeks. She had some cute little freckles on her bottom. He was enjoying his view of her bare ass.
Bill: I have to yell you Sam; you have some cute little freckles on your cheeks. Nice tan outline too, are you ready for me to tan your hide.
She clenched up tight and wiggled a little. She felt a little embarrassment and humiliation being bare from her waste to her knees like that, especially in that position.
Sam: Not particularly
Bill: Well, I can’t tell you I’m not but either but as soon as that timer goes off, I’m going to set your fanny on fire.
To her it seemed like forever, she was just laying there pants and panties to her knees over his lap bare ass. She could feel his hand on her bottom. She was conscience of the cool air in the room on her bare backside. She was feeling apprehension and embarrassment at the same time. At that moment she couldn’t believe what she got herself into as she hugged and gripped the pillow like a teddy bear. Laying their waiting in that positions and trepidation of the spanking. Oh, it seems like forever she was just laying there over is lap.
Than unexpectedly the timer went off. He started spanking her medium force but rather quickly. The rapid fire swats sent her a little shock and awe of pain. She gripped the pillow hard and started fluttering her feet a little. She was only about thirty seconds into the spanking.
Sam: Oooooo, oooo, ooooo, how much is left, how much is left, Ooooooo, ooooo
He was just spanking away.
Bill: Until it goes off, hang on. . .
He was smacking her entire backside, upper cheeks, center and all around the sides of her cheeks. She was getting starting to get pretty red, she was now fluttering her feet a little faster. After about minute her entire backside was red he decided to ramp it up. He began spanking her as hard and fast as he could. She was really gripping her pillow hard now. She was just about to start hollering when the timer went off. True to his word he stopped immediately when the timer sounded.
You call me up lat at night. “I have a surprise for you. Meet me over at my place in an hour” you say. “Oh, and one more thing. Wear something sexy.” I don’t know what you are planning but I am already wet. I spend a long time figuring out what I want to wear. Should I wear the short shorts you like so much? Or should it be the negligee you got me last Christmas? Finally I decide on the black dress with the open back. You like how short it is. Stockings. The necklace you like. My little Mary Janes. Then I am ready.
When I get over to your place all the lights are out but the porch light. I am feeling nervous when I ring the doorbell. You open the door. You’re wearing that business suit I like so much, that you were wearing when we met. You kiss me. “I have a surprise for you.”
“What is it?” I ask.
You take your hand from behind your back. You are holding a long ribbon of black cloth. “Is that it?” I ask. “Not exactly” you say. You put it over my eyes and you tie it behind my head.
I can’t see anything. You lead me into the house. “Here she is” you say. “She is beautiful” I hear someone else say. We are not alone! I jump with surprise. You put your hand on my shoulder. That voice sounds a little bit familiar, but I can’t quite recognize it.
“Does she know?” the voice asks.
“No” you say. “We talked about her fantasies. But she doesn’t know.”
“Know what?” I ask.
Your hand on my shoulder pushes me down until I am on my knees. Something touches my lips. It’s a hard penis! But I don’t know whose!
Now your hand is on the back of my head, pushing. I take the hard cock in my mouth. I do not believe what is happening! Who is it in my mouth? I keep sucking. The penis gets harder. I hear groans. Then he starts to cum! The cum hits the back of my throat. Just then you slip the blindfold off. I look up. He is still cumming in my mouth. I can not believe my eyes! It’s …1 comment
Liz and Ema were best friends and always got a little crazy in the summer time, Liz was 20 and Ema was barely 21. They both had a few drinks and decided to leave the bar they been drinking at because it was getting a late. But they had been flirting with this guy with a cowboy hat and large cowboy buckle and a western belt with custom patterns on it. He was dressed as a Stetson fur felt cowboy Hat. His name was James who goes by Jim. He was 24 years old. And he wasn’t interested.
The girls had a few to many drinks and was put off by Jim’s disregard of them. The left went to the store, bought some eggs and decided go back to the bar and egg his truck. They were plastering eggs all over his truck. The bar called the cops. The cops reach just before they were able to get away. Jim came out and was furious. As Ema and Liz pleaded with Jim not to press charges for vandalism the cops were writing out the report. Jim walked over to the girls and offered them a deal.
Jim: I’ll tell you what, this cop is a friend of mine, he can take you two in and spend the night in jail or make a deal with me?
Liz and Ema both pleaded with him not to press charges, they didn’t want jail.
Ema, “As long as it did involved sex, I do anything, anything you want!”
Liz, “Yeah, anything, we promise, we promise!”
Jim, “Alright, right now you two are a little drunk but not so much you don’t won’t remember anything. Now, you two will allow me to take you home in your car, my buddy will follow and give me a ride back, because you two are not in any condition to drive.”
Liz, “Oh, yeah, that’ll be great, no problem. . .”
Ema, “Yeah, no problem. . .”
Jim, “The condition is that tomorrow evening you both will subject yourself to letting me punish you instead of going to jail.”
Ema, “What kind of punishment?”
Jim, “Well, first you will both wash my truck thoroughly to my satisfaction and then I’ll give you both a good old fashion whoppin. No sex, just take the whoopin until I see fit and this whole incident will be over. Failure to do so and I call my friend up and he comes and takes you jail and I pressed charges. Deal?”
Liz, “So, all we need to do is clean the truck get out fanny smack a few times and were off the hook?”
Jim, “No, I said, clean the truck and receive a good old fashion whoopin until I see fit.”
Ema, “I haven’t had a spanking since I was 12 years old, what kind of spanking are we talking about.?”
Jim, “OK, look, you clean my truck, take a licking in whatever manner I decide and however I severe as I deem fit or you go to jail right now! You make your decision. You can tell the cop what you want to do. If you want to be taken home, than we have a deal and we meet here at 2pm. I’ll be filling out the paperwork and you have until than to decide.”
He walked away leaving the girls to think and talk the matter over.
Ema, “I can’t afford to go to jail, my brother would have to get out and I’d have to pay him back for bail.
Liz, “I couldn’t afford the court costs either. He’s a sick bastard isn’t he?
Ema, “Yeah, but we save bail, court, record and everything else by cleaning his ride and taking the licking.
They, both decided to make the deal. They got the ride home after Jim’s cop friend took all their I.D information. The girls show up just they agreed upon at 2pm. They followed Jim to the car wash.
Jim, “Ok, I’m going learn you two about messing with a cowboys ride. You two are going to spend the next 4 hours washing, waxing and vacuuming my truck. Than you can go home get cleaned up and meet me back here in an hour to get the bottom of things.”
They spend the 4 hours going every inch of his truck. They were tired and warm out. They went home and got cleaned up and met back at the bar.
Jim, “Ok, you girls did a great job on truck and despite the circumstances and I appreciate it. Are you ready to go out to eat, it’s on me?”
Liz, “Oh, yeah, I’m starving.”
Ema, “Sure, I can eat.”
They went to the restaurant and while they were eating them, actually enjoyed one another.
Jim, “So how dozen eggs did you actually get and throw at my truck anyways.”
Liz, “Oh, we only 2 dozen, we both had one dozen.”
Ema, “Yeah, we figure we couldn’t get away if we had more than that. But we figured wrong.”
Jim, “Yeah, you did, my cop buddy just happen to be on his way to me, he was on duty and couldn’t drink but he was going to have a cup of coffee with me. He arrived just in time to catch you two and he recognized my truck.”
Putting their heads downs they both finished their meals.
Jim, “So, shall we Ema, shall we go to your place or Liz’s place and finish this evening?”
Liz, “Well, we are roommates; we both have the same place.”
Jim, “Oh, I see, do you have any other roommates?”
Ema, “No, were the only the only ones. And, I guess we should get this over with, so yeah, we can go to our place. Now, you promised, no sexual acts?”
Jim, “Nope, a cowboy always keeps his word. I’m only going tan your backsides until I see fit. And my buddy is only a phone call away and if either one of you backs outs, you both gets picked up.”
Liz, “We both talk about and we are committed to stay out of jail, as longs as you keep your word and this is all.”
Jim, “You will find out, a real cowboy always lives up to his word. You both take your lickings and we’re done. Shall we go to your place?”
Liz, “Yeah, you follow us again.
They left and went to the girl’s apartment. They got in and sat down on the table. The girls were both wearing jeans and tee-shirts.
Jim, Ok, now you both should go get a pillow to hang on. First, I’m going give you both a good hard spanking over my lap. Then, we’ll use the couch cushions and set them on the edge of the arm. You both are getting my belt. While one is getting spanked or taking their licking the other one will have their nose in the comer. After that, it’ll all be over. ”
Liz, “Absolutely not, I’m not standing in no comer or getting a belt spanking!”
Jim picked his cell phone and began to call his cop friend.
Ema, “OK, Ok, well do it, don’t call you friend!”
Liz, “No, no, don’t call you friend, fine, but you’re not going to make me cry.”
Ema, “How many are we getting? How many are going to get for spanking and how many are we going to get with the belt?”
Jim, “Well, the deal is, that you take this until, I see fit. There is no limit on the number of swats.”
Liz, “Unlimited swats! Oh, Hell No, you aren’t just going whale on me until you just decided to stop!”
Jim, “You two could have gone to jail and you still can, you can accept my terms or not. You going to take it however I determine and however many swats, with both my hand and belt, as I see fit, or you go to jail. You two are going learn what’s it like to get a real whoopin from a real cowboy. It’s your choice, one severe ass beating verse jail. You decide right now. If I call my buddy, I’m only going to call him once.”
Jim took his cell phone back out from his packet.
Liz, Ok, Ok, fine!
Jim, “You’ll take it however I see fit?”
Liz, with a tone of trepidation and reluctance, “However you see fit!”
Jim, looked at Ema, “However many and as long as I see fit?”
Liz nodded in capitulation.
Jim, “I need you to say it!”
Ema, with fear in her eyes, “However long and as many as you see fit!”
Jim put his phone back into jacket, stood up and took it off.
Jim, “Ok, who is going over my knee first and who going to the coner?”
The two girls both pointed the other and said simultaneously.
Ema and Liz, “She will!”
Jim, “OK, Ok, we’ll flip for it.”
He pulled up a quarter flipped it in the air, caught it and slapped on the back of his hand.
Jim, “Ok, who calls it? Whichever side is up goes to the corner and the other goes over my lap first.
Liz quickly picked, “Heads”
Ema, “Fine, I got tails.”
He lifted his hand and it was tails.
Liz, “Damn it!”
Jim, “It really doesn’t matter you both are getting a good hard spanking before getting the belt.”
They all stood up. Jim, gentle took Ema’s arm and walk her to over to the corner.
Jim, “Ema, now you physically press your noise again the corner of the wall, if you move it off the wall no matter what you hear, you will get the belt over my knee first and then the belt again after Liz gets it the first time, Understand? And you need to respond with yes sir!”
Ema, “Ooooo, yes sir!”
Ema felt very claustrophobic with her noise pressed up to the wall. He walked back to the dining room table pulled a chair out and ordered Liz to get over his lap. She slowly edged over to his side.
Liz, “How many am I getting again, surely you have a number in your head?”
Jim, “Until, I decide you had enough, now get over my lap!”
Both girls were slim and petite and both Liz was a little taller than Ema though. She laid over his lap. He adjusted her in such a way so that she was bent over far enough her head was down and her hands touch the floor and putting his hand on the center of her ass.
Jim was speaking load enough for both of them hear him, “Ok, Liz, you can holler, cry clench and wiggle all you want, but if you try to get off, throw your hands back and interfered spanking in anyway, I will stop and go right to the belt than you still get another one with the belt after Ema gets hers. This is not going end soon, I’m going to start off slow and medium strength and it will increase. This is a precursor to your belt whoopin and you should be thankful that I starting off with this hand spanking. Understand? And I want a yes sir out of you!”
Liz clenched up in anticipation, “Oooo, yes sir”
He did just as he said. He started spanking her slow and methodically. Smacking her up part of her bottom, center, sit spot and upper thighs. As a precursor as to where the he intends spank her good. Not much came out of Liz at first, but as the spanking progressed she became more and more vocal. It wasn’t long until he was spanking harder and faster. After a minute she was starting fluttering her feet. After two minutes she was clenching and kicking. She was really caring on after the third minute. He kept going hard and fast now. He kept his pace up. Her hand flow back and he caught it as she was really kicking. He slip his right leg out from underneath her, pushed her over completely over his left thigh and she was bent in half. He lifted his right leg over scissor locked hers. He pinned her arm in the back, she was trapped. He went to town as hard and fast as he possibly could over her entire backside for the two minutes. He spanked her hard non stop for a total of five whole minutes. She was now, beggaring and hollering.
He let her up and she stiffened like a board, pushed her hips forwards, flew her hands over her backside and started hoping up and down doing the spanking dance. She was doing the dance for a good 20 second or so until she calmed down. She was very close to crying with eyes watery.
He got up and gently took her arm and led her over to where Ema was.
Jim, “Ema, its your turn!”
Ema quickly and stepped back and exhaled deeply. She heard the spanking he just gave Liz and wasn’t looking forward to getting hers but was very relieved to be out of the corner with her noise against the wall.
He led Liz to the corner.
Jim, “Now, Liz, I have switches in my truck, freshly cut and cleaned. You move you noise away from the wall and you will get the switch after the belt you understand! You can rub your sore backside all you want but your noise better not come off the corner.
Liz was rubbing her bottom like crazy, “Oooo, yes sir!”
Jim gently took Ema’s arm and led her to chair. He sat down.
Jim, “Ok, Ema, your turn get over my lap.”
She edged over took a deep breath and laid herself over his lap. He adjusted her the same way.
Jim, “Now, you heard what I said before I spanked Liz didn’t you?”
Ema, “Oooo, please!”
Jim, “Answer my question! You heard what I told her before I started spanking her, right?”
Ema, “Ooooo, yes sir! I’m sorry I egged your truck, I really am.”
Jim, “Well, not as sorry as you’re going to be. Ok, you hold keep your hands out of the way, this isn’t going to be over quickly, you hang on to leg or keep your on the ground, here we go.”
He started the spanking her the same way, medium but firm, smacking every inch of her backside. It gradually got more and more intense. Ema was a lot more vocal than Liz was. Most likely because she was at this point more remorseful about what she did. After two and half minutes the pain was too much for her and flew her hand back. He caught and did the same thing he did with Liz. Scissor locked her legs, bent her over on leg, pinned her arm to her and went to town peppering her entire backside his strong hand. Hard and fast as he could she was whimpering and fluttering her feet as much as she could. After a full five minutes of nonstop spanking he let her up.
She too did the spanking dance but for longer than Liz did. He found this a cute reaction and enjoyed the show as a testament of his handy work. But now his hand was sore too. Spanking them both as hard and as fast as he did over their jeans took a toll. His hand was all red and it was pretty sore.
Jim, “Ok, Liz, you can come out of the corner now. You both took your spankings well and proved to me your serious about keeping your side of our deal. I assure you, no charges will be filed and this whole thing will be over and forgotten with after you both take the second half. We can take an hour if you want to get some water and recovery before I give you the belt.”
Liz as she was still rubbing her backside, “Oh, yes, yes, thank you!”
Ema still whimpering a little as she too was still rubbing her backside, “Oh, thank you!”
They all got something to drink and sat in the living talking.
They been talk for about an hour.
Ema, “So you a cowboy, ah?”
Jim, “Yup, I ride horses and even bulls sometimes. Listen to country music and I always wear my cowboy boots. The thing you learning about a cowboy is, you never mess with a man’s horse, a man cowboy hat and now you about learn that you don’t mess with a man’s truck. Are you two ready to finish this? No sense in putting it off any longer.”
They both put their head down.
Ema, “Yeah, I guess so, might well; I even go first this time.”
They got up.
Jim, “No, we keep the same order. But you two go get a pillow from your rooms and come back here.”
Liz, “No, she said she’d go first that’s not fair, beside. . . ”
Jim interrupted her, “No, we keep the same order, I decide. Now, I highly suggest you get a pillow for you to hang on to.”
Liz, “Fine, but you’re still not going to make me cry.”
The two of them went to their rooms to get pillows. Jim moved a one of the hard wood chairs, from the dining room that he was sitting on when was spanking them, and put it in the corner facing the wall. They both came back as he was arranging the couches pillows over then end of the arm.
Ema, “I’m going to click my truck open, I want you to go get what’s on the passenger side seat and bring all of them in.”
Ema, “Yes, sir.” As she did what she was told.
The party raged around them, loud conversations occurring left and right. Derek eyed Dean, his pupils dilated. Dean motioned towards the stairs that led up to the bedroom, and Derek shook his head, looking at all the people that were still in their house. Dean rolled his eyes, and walked to the stairs, deliberately shaking his hips when he knew Derek was watching. Derek raced up behind him, no longer caring about what their party guests thought.
Dean turned when he heard Derek behind him, and quickly pressed his lips to Derek’s head, which caused Derek to grin. Dean then turned to go upstairs, but Derek grabbed his hand and pulled him into his arms. Derek then pushed Dean against the wall, and pinned his hands above his head. Dean’s grin disappeared as he registered the lust in Derek’s eyes. He leaned down to kiss Derek again, but Derek leaned in and started to kiss under his jaw. Derek then picked Dean up, wrapping Dean’s lithe legs around his waist. Dean bit his lip hard, trying desperately to keep in moans so the people downstairs wouldn’t hear him.
Dean heard Derek chuckle under his breath at his attempt to keep quiet. Dean glared at Derek, unamused, then smiled widely and pulled Derek’s hips into his, which made Derek’s eyes go wide when his hard dick rubbed against Dean’s. Derek glared at Dean then, and Dean laughed quietly. Dean then leaned down and pressed his lips to Derek’s, and Derek let go of his hands so he could wrap his arms around Dean’s waist. Dean wrapped his arms around Derek’s shoulders and kissed him hard as he rolled his hips against Derek’s, making him moan lewdly into Dean’s mouth. Dean pulled away quickly to shush Derek, but Derek pushed his hips harder against Dean’s, making him keen. He grinned at Dean, whose eyes narrowed as he stuck his tongue out. Derek’s pupils dilated once more, and Dean’s eyes widened as Derek crashed his lips back onto Dean’s and started to pull his deep blue dress shirt out of his pants.
Derek set Dean down and ripped his belt buckle off, and fumbled with the button on Dean’s tight-fitting pants. Dean huffed, exasperated, and shoved his pants down roughly, ripping the button off. Derek’s hand ran up Dean’s thigh, and Dean smiled widely. As Derek reached the top of Dean’s leg, he frowned, realizing he should have met the unforgiving barrier of Dean’s boxers. Derek looked up at Dean, who blushed brightly. He leaned down and whispered, “I didn’t put any on this morning. We were in such a rush to get ready that I completely forgot.” Derek’s hands were tight on Dean’s legs as he slowly processed what he had said. The realization that Dean hadn’t been wearing anything underneath his pants all day excited Derek even further. Dean grinned deviously at the pure lust that was pouring off Derek. He ran his fingers through Derek’s hair, and winked when he looked up at him. Derek pulled Dean close to him and grabbed his ass. Dean gasped loudly, then whimpered as Derek pushed his hips into Dean’s, his suit pants rubbing against Dean’s throbbing cock. Dean’s hands slid to his chest, then down to Derek’s belt, which he unbuckled slowly, watching Derek’s eyes slide closed in pleasure. He then unzipped his pants, and slide one hand inside, rubbing it against Derek’s cock. Derek moaned under his breath, causing Dean to suck in a quick breath, turned on by Derek’s vulgar mouth. Dean quickly pulled down Derek’s pants and boxers in one smooth jerk, and reached for his hard cock. Derek moaned louder than before, and Dean smiled as he slowly wrapped his hand around it. Dean then watched as Derek sucked on his fingers before reaching around and slowly circling Dean’s ass. Dean bit his bottom lip hard, refusing to let out a moan. Derek leaned forward and captured Dean’s lip between his, sucking softly as he worked a finger inside Dean. It was then that Dean moaned loudly, and tightened his hand around Derek’s cock. Derek growled under his breath, and kissed Dean hard as he worked another finger inside Dean. As Dean’s moans got quieter, Derek worked a third finger inside, watching Dean’s mouth drop open as he leaned his head back against the wall.
“Ready,” Dean whimpered. “I’m ready, Der.” Derek smiled as Dean pulled his pants the rest of the way down his legs with his feet, whilst rutting against Derek’s fingers. Derek guided Dean’s arms around his shoulders once more and pulled his fingers out as he picked Dean up. Dean wrapped his legs around Derek’s waist as he moaned at the loss. Derek traced his fingers around Dean’s mouth, and he opened his mouth to lather Derek’s fingers with his tongue. Derek then reached down and rubbed his hard cock, moaning quietly. Derek then guided his cock to Dean’s ass and pushed in slowly. He looked up to Dean when he was fully seated into Dean’s ass, and Dean nodded his consent. Dean threw his head back, moaning loudly as Derek pulled out halfway then slammed back inside. Dean’s eyes rolled back as his breath caught in his throat. Derek slid in and out of Dean, smiling at Dean’s loud moans. Dean wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and buried his face in Derek’s chest as Derek started to set a steady pace, sliding into Dean quickly, then pulling out slowly, making Dean feel every inch of him as he slid out. Dean tightened his arms around Derek as he started to plow into him faster and harder, Derek’s hands bruising on Dean’s waist. Dean’s moans started to get louder as he got closer to completion, and Derek’s pace started to become erratic. He suddenly slammed deep into Dean, and Dean froze, his eyes going wide and his jaw dropping. Then, Dean’s back arched and he yelled, “Fuck,” as his orgasm hit him hard. Dean tightened around Derek’s cock, and Derek moaned as he released inside Dean, his cum painting Dean’s insides. Dean moaned as he collapsed into Derek’s arms, his head spinning with pleasure. Derek wrapped his arms around Dean tightly as he slowly pulled out of Dean’s ass. Dean whimpered softly and shivered. Derek pulled Dean close, and started to carry him up the stairs. As Derek walked, he kissed the side of Dean’s head, and whispered, “I love you, Dean.”
Dean grinned, and said, “I know.”No comments
With my HoH Boyfriend there a big difference in what kind of spanking I am getting.
Maintenance or warning spanking are usually no specified number of swats, sometimes they are pretty quick but not all the time. Maintenance spankings for most part are medium to hard in strength. I have a safe word I can use, but I usually don’t because of stubbornness, pride or I am fighting it and trying to suck it up. Sometime he will get a egg timer, set it after I am over his knee and spanks me until it goes off. When it’s over I am usually doing what they call a spanking dance (arching my back, clenching up tight and hoping up and down while rubbing my burning backside) when he lets me up. But after that, that I get a discipline spanking. I feel so embarrassed being 20 some years old doing the spanking dance like a little kid but that is what I instinctively end up doing. Does anyone else do the spanking dance like that?
After one or two maintenance or warning spanking on the same subject, I get a discipline spanking. Before a Discipline and punishment I have to stand in the dame corner. After I am in the corner holding the paper with our agreement against the wall with my nose, he sets the egg timer and doesn’t tell me how long he set it for. Damn I hate that too, it’s the not knowing. It different time every time too. For Discipline and punishment spankings I have to wear jeans all the time to prepare and it’s always over his knee. He makes me take them down myself as sign that I submitting to my spanking. I have take them down to my knees but no further, he seems like that visually and it does limit my kicking a little even though I flutter my feet a lot. Discipline Spanking is usually given with no warm-up hand spanking, I don’t get a safe word to use and he usually uses an implement a belt, hairbrush paddle (hate the damn thing). It’s a high but specified number of swats, 60 plus but never go over 100 per our agreement. The hardest thing is that he doesn’t tell me how many I am getting. At this point it’s very hard to bend over his knee not knowing how many or when it’s going to stop even though I know it’s a specified number in his head.
Discipline spanking from the very beginning are as hard and fast as possible, no pauses between swats, and does let up in intensity until he reaches that specified number, its over quickly but painfully. Per our agreement, I reserve the right to have a pillow to bite on and put my face into and try to muff any hollering I may do. I can don’t have to be completely still but I can’t try to wiggle off, or put my hands back, if I do, the specified number starts all over, no matter how far into we are. I can flutter my feet but can’t kick too hard as to slip off his lap. Although, discipline spanking are hard to take with no warm-up on the bare ass and I am always doing that dumb spanking dance when it over. Sometimes I am crying and sometimes I’m not depends on my emotional state. I have a very high pain tolerance.
Punishment spankings are completely different. They always starts with a very long hand warm-up spanking, set that dam egg timer again. Than I have to stand in the dam corner and he set the egg timer and doesn’t tell me how long he set it for. But I can pull up my jeans and rub all I want as long as I hold the paper against the wall with my noise at all time. Than its back over his knee, I get no safe word and he always uses an implement usually a belt, hairbrush or switch (really hate that). Again, makes me take down my own panties and panties to my knees and no further. Most of the time he starts off slow and ends in a flurry which last for quite a while, like a fireworks show with the grand finally. I have to count, “1 sir, 2 sir. . .” until I reach my age than I don’t have to count anymore. He continues his slow pace but very hard. There is no specified number of swats, not specified time. He says a punishment spanking doesn’t usually start until I am crying; it doesn’t begin until I am at the point when I want it to stop, when I am right at my pain threshold. Then he starts a very long flurry (absolutely no pauses between swats and very hard). He beats the living daylights out of my entire backside, upper thighs to top part of my ass but avoids my tail bone at all cost. That is a signal to me to time stop fighting it and stop trying to suck it up and allow myself to give in to the spanking. When it over I’m a bawling, sobbing mess of cathartic crying, puffy eyes, tears streaming down my face, noise running and I am always am doing that dumb spanking dance when he lets me up. After, I stop hoping up and down he holds me and lets me cry it all out in his arms and we make up. Does anyone else do the spanking dance like that?No comments
Tags: D/s,M/f,Mind control,surprise,work
Usually I am confident and don’t let anything rattle me. But not this time. For some reason this job interview is making me nervous. Maybe because it’s the perfect job. Good pay, good benefits. I am feeling nervous when I stop at the office building. It is a tall skyscraper downtown. I look at the directory on the first floor. The company is all the way on the top.
I ride the elevator to the top floor. The receptionist in the front office looks at me with a smile. “Ah, are you here for the 2:00 interview?”
“Yes, I am,” I say.
“He is running a little late. His afternoon telephone conference ran late,” she says. “Will you please sit down? Would you like some coffee?”
I say yes and sit down. She gives me a cup of coffee. He is running really late. I sit there long enough to finish my coffee. I’m starting to think the interview is going to be postponed when the receptionist finally says “Mr. James will see you now.”
She leads me to his corner office. It’s huge, with floor to ceiling windows on two sides. Mr. James stands up from behind his desk. I can’t believe it. He’s gorgeous! He has blue eyes and blond hair and he’s really buff. He’s wearing an expensive-looking suit that looks just amazing on him.
He shakes my hand. His handshake almost makes me melt. I’m feeling like a girl about to be asked to the prom. He tells me to sit down. Then he picks up some papers from his desk. “It says here you have an accounting degree, is that right?”
“And you have been with your current firm for seven years?”
“Why are you leaving?”
“I want to work at a place where there is more opportunity. All of the people at my current firm are relatives of the owners.”
“I see,” he says. “It says here you have experience with overseas clients?”
“Good.” He seems pleased. “That’s excellent. Take off your shirt. Are you acquainted with foreign traction reporting requirements?”
I am not sure I heard him right. “What?”
“Take off your shirt. Bra too please. Foreign transaction reporting. Do you know the regulations?”
“But.” I am almost too flustered to speak. “My shirt?”
He looks at me with those gorgeous eyes. “I need to know that you are someone I can rely on to do what she is told. Are you that person?”
My head is swimming. I can’t think. I want to do what he says but I don’t know why. I unbutton the shirt I’m wearing. I set it down on the desk. Then my bra. My breasts are completely exposed to him. He looks at me like he’s waiting for something. I’m confused for a minute. Then I remember. “Oh! Yes. I am familiar with the regulations.”
“Good.” He nods. He is acting like it is the most normal thing in the world to have me sitting here like this. “Do you have auditing experience?”
“A little bit,” I say. I am feeling very strange now, like I have had too much wine. What was in that coffee they gave me?
“Take off your skirt and your panties. Shoes and stockings too. What is the largest client you have worked with?”
I feel like I am in a dream. I strip. “My biggest client was a one point two million dollar account” I hear myself say.
“You will be working with much larger accounts here.” He reaches into a drawer and pulls out a dildo. “Put this in your pussy.”
I take it from him. I am not sure I heard him right. I still feel drunk. I really want to please him.
He is looking at me expectantly. “You may lean back and put your feet on my desk if you like.”
I do. I put the dildo between my legs. I am shocked to find out I am wet down there. I put it in slowly. He is looking at the papers on his desk.
“Why do you think you would be a good fit for this firm? he asks me.
I am moving the dildo in and out. It is hard to talk. “I uh! I am very detail oriented and uh! I pay close attention uh!Uh! To all my work and uh! Uh! Uh!”
“Do you want to cum? he asks me.
“Uh! Yes, I do! Very much!”
“Very well.” He nods. “You may cum.”
“Uh! Uh! Thank you, sir!” I can’t believe what I’m doing. Why am I doing this? Did they drug me? What is going on? I want to stop but it feels too good. I cum so hard I think I will pass out.
He gets up and stands behind me. He puts his hands on my breasts. He is squeezing and groping them now. I never want it to stop. “Do you have any questions for me?” he asks me. I can only think of one.
“Will you fuck me, sir?”
He gives my breasts a final squeeze. “If you are a good employee and you work hard.” He goes back behind the desk. “You’re hired. Don’t forget to put your clothes back on.”No comments
This is a true story:
I have been in my apartment for about three month before a 23 year old woman moved in from out of town. She was a red headed Irish girl, fairly petite but only about 5’3 tall. I was 6′ and in great shape myself because I was a personal training and nutritional counselor at the local gym after finished college degree as a nutritionist. Her name was Lori and got a job at the local hospital as nurse. At first we only met in passing. She worked four days on and three day off or something like that. Than we started having tea together, I didn’t drink and neither did she. Other times we took turns paying for delivery or cooking. We had committed to to be just friends. Best friend to be specific. Its been about a year and were got pretty close as friends but nothing more.
We were pretty opposite in a lot of thing. She very anal about everything and at time seem to be a bit wound up. I’ve never seen her cry, she was a prideful and very self-reliant, in fact, she was too self-reliant for her own good. Never asked anymore for help but willing to help others. She seemed very controlling. This of course was a big turn off for me. Which is why I was ok with just being good friends. I help her get a membership at the gym I worked at. We had a routine of having dinner or enjoying a movie at either her place or mine at least once a week sometimes twice. Something we just went out and had coffee. In past year she had a boyfriend but broke up with him after 4 mounts. We were pretty close but not romantically involved. More like a special brother and sister at heart.
One day we decided to order Chinese delivery at my place when I got off. When I got home, I called her and told her I was ready for her to come over. We decided to ha e some tea as we waited for the delivery came.
“Mike, can I ask you a personal question?”
“Yes, what do you want to know?”
“Did you ever get a spanking when you were a kid?”
“Ahh, yeah of course, I got a good hiding when I needed it.”
“Hiding? Is that what they called it, ah?”
“Yup, we got it good but we ever did the same thing again, that’s for sure.”
“Yeah, we got them too.”
“Why do you ask?”
“Well, I want to ask for your help but I’m not sure how you ‘ll take it.”
“Well, if I can help, I’d be happy help. What is it?”
“Well, its like a dam, sort of. Imagine a dam holding back an entire lake and the waters are pressing against the wall of the dam. You want that dam to burst and release all the pressure but you can’t do it yourself. Now if you knew for certain, there was a way to alleviate that pressure and let the water flow and couldn’t do yourself and knew someone else could, wouldn’t you ask for help. Especially if you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it would benefit and help you?”
“Well, yeah, if I needed help, I asked for it. So what you getting at Lori?”
“Well, you see, pretend that the water are feelings that are trapped behind that dam. And the dam is a tenaciously over protective nature that’s made of walls that doesn’t come down very easily. Its holding back the all the feeling and that its just building and building up worse and worse. The only way to break through the outside of the dam is chip away at it until it crumbles. You know what I mean?”
I was quite sure where she was going but I got more curious but I really wasn’t getting it.
“Yeah, I can understand that, so you want to break a dam that you build or rebuild one?”
“No silly, I need help breaking it down. Would you help me?”
“Help you, how? You said that the water are feeling, right?”
“Yeah, you see, I’m not a nice person sometimes, and I can be overly controlling and bitchy at times. I get over confident at times and start treating other badly. At times it feels good and I blame them but then I get all this guilt about what I did. I sometimes need to be taken down a notch in life. Sometimes, I have to have a good cry. It can be very cathartic you know. I learned in nursing school that some type of deep tears releases toxins, pent-up emotions, and easing stress. Crying that is authentic and mortal is a means of helping ourselves release stress and simply feel better. Crying is the body’s reaction to something external. It’s a beautiful thing. On top of that is. . .”
Ok, she was missing me, it sound like she was building a case for a jury or something. I just had to interrupt her.
“Ok, ok, I get it, crying is good for us, I don’t know all that medical stuff but I get it. So what does that have to me. What does that have to with this dam inside you, isn’t that what you referring too, right?”
She got a little quiet, I wasn’t sure what to do. I put my hand on hers. I just wanted to fix it.
“Mike, like I said, I can be bitchy, and sometimes I’m not nice. This comes from a swell of emotions that are all dammed up inside. The dam is made of strong stones of pride and unwillingness to let myself be venerable to others. See, I’ve been here before and a roommate of mine help before but she lives somewhere else. I’ve made a lot of friends since I moved here but none of them, even some of girlfriends aren’t as close to me as you. So, as uncomfortable as it, inside, I am going to try to trust you. But I’m afraid you will think I’m crazy.”
We’ll, really was curious at this point. Still didn’t know where she was going with all this.
“So, how did you ex-roommate help you and how can I help you?”
“Well, after good hard cathartic sob, I felt so centered, focused and I felt better about myself and started treating other better too. I just needed to have that release. That dam was removed so that I don’t feel so bottled up inside. You understand that, right?”
“Of course but what does all this mean, how I help?”
Letting out a deep sigh she said, “Ok, here we go! I know your going to think I’m crazy. . .”
Getting confused and a little frustrated as she seemed to be beating around a bush.
“Lori, what, what can I do to help?”
“ok, ok, I need you to help me cry!”
“Help you cry?”
“That right, and I don’t mean a few tears, I mean help me break that dam inside me and let it all out. I meaning sobbing. So I can have that release and cry until I am completely drained emotionally. Also, I need you to be there and let me cry while holding until I regain my composure. This is a intimate position though for me. Because, I have trust issues and I know I have trust someone and you’re my closest friend I have here. I know it may sound crazy but I going to go crazy if I don’t. You are also the most mature person I know who I am willing to trust help me.”
I couldn’t believe what she saying. She wanted me to help her cry. Wasn’t sure how I could, I mean, I had no idea where she was going and what she was going to propose How would be able to help her.
“So, how could I help you cry? I mean how did your ex-roommate help you. What did she say or do to help you cry that deeply?”
“Well, I needed someone I could trust explicitly. Someone, who I believe wouldn’t try to take advantage of me and that venerable position. I would trust you if you would be willing to help me and. . .”
“Ok, ok, Lori, how do you propose I help you cry and how did you friend help you a few years ago?”
“S. . .sh. . . She, well, I mean, I asked her to hmmm. . .I let her. . .”
Now, I was getting frustrated with her hesitation.
“Ok, I asked her to give me a good spanking.”
“A spanking, you have kind of a kinky side to you, don’t you?”
“No, not like that, I mean, I hate spanking especially ones like that. But I do know the befits that come afterwards. Its hurts like hell, and I had bruises and blisters for a few days. But I was so centered and complete release from the flood emotions that was bottled up as I cried it all out. Crying is a release, a way to purge negative emotions that are bottled up and vomited upon others. Sometimes you just need a good blistering to take you down a notch in life. I know what I’m say maybe strange or extreme but, Tracy helped me before so I know its what I need. Would you be willing to help me?”
I sat back in my chair in shock. She wanted me to spank her to tears. I’ve never spanked anymore before. I wasn’t into hurting women. On the other side, I felt a little aroused by the idea. I was in conflict. But now she got my attention.