Scarlet Gardens Pr.t 2

Hi guys make sure to scroll down and read Scarlet Gardens before reading this. First time writing this… be gentle. 😉


Ava felt Erin’s hot breath on her ear as the dominant woman questioned, “Do you want to cum, my Ava?”

It was no secret what a hard spanking would do to the younger woman after she had time to calm down. In fact, Ava was sure her sex was dripping wet and she might actually cum from permission alone. Ava face heated as she buried her face in Erin’s neck, hiding behind her blonde hair.

“It wouldn’t take much madam, I’m sorry.”

Ava felt another firm swat on her still bare, red backside. Erin didn’t even have to explain why she was being swatted. She knew better than to apologize for being turned on. And it wasn’t like Erin hadn’t made her cum many times over before.

Ava jumped as Erin ordered the brunette to straddle her lap which spooked her out of her haze of arousal. Ava was surprised when she didn’t receive a lecture or even a denial of permission to orgasm. Still a little weak from her hard spanking, Ava stood from her place with a little guidance, stepped out of her clothing, and placed a leg on either side of her mistresses hips and slowly sat down again.

Erin’s green eyes gazed directly into Ava’s as she warned, “Don’t you dare cum without permission.”

Ava nodded and leaned forward to rest her head on Erin’s left shoulder just as she felt knowing hands slide down her body. One hand stopped on top of her mound, as the other one continued its journey around to Ava’s sore bottom pulling her closer while squeezing her firm left cheek at the same time.

Ava was completely lost when Erin leaned forward and placed her mouth just under her collarbone and began nipping and sucking gently. Erin continued to play with the bush on Ava’s mound, teasing her, but refusing to give the brunette what she wanted most.

Ava was writhing from the blonde’s teasing fingers as they slid further down teasing her entrance as Erin encouraged her, “Beg.”

Ava whimpered, she didn’t have it in her to do anything, but hang on for the ride. She closed her eyes tightly and pushed toward the fingers playing at her entrance seeking any source of stimulation she could. However, as soon as she moved Erin pulled her fingers away and made a harder nip at Ava’s skin leaving a mark with her mouth.

“Beg or I will stop.” Again Ava whimpered, but she took a deep breath, quietly crying out near Erin’s ear, “Please madam… please…”

“Please what, Ava?” Even in the heat of the moment, Erin’s voice was ice. She was still in complete control, even with a half-naked woman on her lap that was on the verge of orgasm she was completely in charge.

Ava’s voice displayed her bodies desperation for contact when she finally begged of her mistress, “Pl-Please fuck me, madam.”

“Gladly, my girl.” With that Erin push two fingers into sopping wet heat and allowed her thumb to find the blonde’s clit, brushing it very lightly, teasing it for a moment, before beginning to circle it.

Ava pulled herself impossibly closer to her mistress attempting to keep herself from kissing without permission. Every muscle inside her contracted when Erin’s fingers began to move inside. Pushing in and out slowly accompanied by well-timed swipes of her thumb around and around her clit. Each movement bringing her closer and closer to that precious peak.

Ava found words again to beg for what else she really needed in breathless haste, “Oh god, please, fuck, uh, spank me, please.”

Erin knew what the woman wanted before the words left Ava’s tongue. She raised her hand that was on the brunette’s rear and brought it down in sharp SWAT! She added this to the rhythm that she had set. Swatting, pushing, circling. Each and every move sending waves of pleasure through the woman on her lap, building her higher and higher. Her hips were now frantically bucking on her mistress’s filling fingers. She couldn’t get enough.

Ava was in heaven. She was so close. So very close. She gripped tighter as she felt the beginning waves of what was going to be a strong orgasm. “May I cum. PLEASE!” Her lower belly was impossibly tight with pleasure waiting to be released. She was holding back with every ounce of will inside of her until the moment her mistress said those few words. Looking up she met the woman’s blue eyes and looked deeply into them, silently begging.

“Cum.”

With that one word, Ava stopped fighting. Every muscle in her body tensed as wave after wave of pleasure flooded through her body. Thinking and moving ceased. All she could focus on was the sensation that was centered on that one little point between her legs which Erin was still rubbing. She held onto Erin as tightly as she could as the woman continued to rub circles on her clit drawing the orgasm out for as long as she could.

Too soon Ava collapsed forward, breathing labored and sporadic, she rested against her Misstress and jerkily came down from her high. She moaned in disapproval as Erin slowly pulled her fingers from inside her body. However, she was grateful to feel arms wrapped around her giving her a secure hug.

Erin gently kissed Ava’s slightly damp forehead, “You did so good, sweetie. You are a very good girl.”

“Thank you, madam. That was… that was wonderful.”

“You are very welcome, lovey. You needed that.”

Ava blushed deeply and hid against the woman that meant so much to her. She loved her dearly as a friend, mentor and dominate. And maybe in another life, they would have been more, but she was grateful for what they were. There was no way Ava was going to make it to her session on time, but that was okay. She needed some real recovery time and needed to be held for a while.

Erin gently led Ava to the couch on the other side of the room. The two women snuggled together until Ava’s soft breathing, indicating sleep had taken over, could be heard it the silent room around them.

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Dear Diary 12/8

Hi spanking friends! Just a quick note to say… make sure you check out the other story I posted tonight too! This diary entry didn’t go where I thought it would, but tis the muse at times. Be warned it is a bit sad.

SWATS to all. ❤

LT


What to do when the brat is inside and wants to come out, but it’s not safe to do so? There is no one there to keep you reigned in and make sure you really don’t hurt yourself or someone else in the process of being a brat and testing the limits? Sure you can get a spanking from a friend, but that is not really what it’s about. Don’t get me wrong spankings are nice and a part of who I am, however, there are times when you want to know if anyone will grab hold and say enough is enough this is not going to happen!

As a brat that is something I crave in my soul. Please don’t think I’m naive. I remember how hard it is to be accountable to someone all the time and what it feels like to lose it all in a short letter. However, my needs didn’t change, because the situation did.

I have something to confess… I texted and drove for about the tenth time today in the past few months. I know there will be no consequences for what I did even though I know it was an incredibly stupid and dangerous thing to do. I can’t seem to stop on my own… I’ve tried and done everything possible to stop, but there is no reason I should, honestly.

Here is the second thing to confess though.. I wish I were in trouble. That would mean I had someone no matter what. Someone who cared about my well being on a different level. That would mean a lot of other things too. I know I wouldn’t like being in trouble, because surely I’d get papers and punishment spankings among other things, but I wish I had it anyway.

So, what is a brat to do? I guess I will go do what I did every time before I had any experience in TTWD. I am going to go punish myself in a way if that is a thing.

I’ll go stare at a wall for ten minutes or so and then go get out my paddle. After that I’ll make my way to my bed and imagine someone telling me off for putting myself and someone else in danger.

I’ll then take down my own pants and panties and imagine myself bending over a strong-willed ladies lap and her holding me securely. I will stay like that for a few minutes imagining me being over someone’s knee. Imagining what it feels like to be in someone’s brat for a while.

Then I’ll reach back and apply that paddle thoroughly. I’ll apply it hard enough that I’ll bruise my own bottom. Again and again it will sound like a gunshot going off. But it won’t be the same as someone else doing it. I’ll place some extra mean swats to my sit spots to make sure I don’t like it. Then I’ll keep going until I want to squirm away from my own paddle. Then even after that I’ll keep swatting to the number of swats I decided before I started.

After thoroughly spanking myself, I’ll go back to the corner and imagine my bottom being on display to my Toppy lady as I stand there for another ten minutes or so. I’ll make sure not to rub my bottom as much as I want to.

Finally when the timer goes off I’ll go to my desk and sit on that hard chair with my sore bottom. I’ll write lines for probably an hour. However, I won’t make it through that entire time. After the first thirty lines or so I know I will find tears pooling in my eyes to the point I can’t even see to write.

Soon they will be uncontrollable. I’ll have to get up from my desk and crawl under the blankets in my bed and cry. I’ll cry for what once was and what isn’t anymore. I will cuddle Mister, my stuffed bear, and cry everything inside.

At some point I’ll imagine ma’am coming and finding me upset and crawling into bed and holding me close reminding me she will never go anywhere. Eventually, I’ll even cry myself to sleep.

I’ll sleep for a while deeply. Only the kind of sleep one gets from emotional pain. When I wake up I will still feel guilty. If not more so than when I went to sleep. I’ll feel guilty about not finishing the punishment I gave myself and I’ll feel guilty about using the memory of ma’am for comfort in a moment of need.

I’ll get up eventually get dressed and put a smile on and answer the messages I missed while sleeping. I will pretend I’m okay and not tell anyone what happened. I will even go back to denying the need to have someone make sure I’m not doing stupid things.

My bratty side will be okay. I’ll learn to put it in its place again. I’ll learn to ignore all the stupid and dangerous things I’m doing. I’ll find an outlet when I absolutely need one.

Diary, I’ll stop grieving one day soon.

Cuddles,

Lonely Brat

 

Scarlet Gardens

Erin looked up from her paperwork when she heard a light knock on her office door and smiled at the sight before her. Leaning against at the door was one of her best mistresses.  Ava’s dark shoulder-length curls, dark brown eyes, bronze skin, and curvy body made her attractive to everyone she met. Ava was dressed for her work day in a ruby red silk corset with a black lace overlay, tight leather skinny jeans paired with knee-high black leather boots. She was quite the picture of sex and dominance.

Almost ten years ago Erin had opened a BDSM club called Scarlet Gardens. Men and women could pay to have a professional Master or Mistress preform different BDSM acts on them. Erin had created a safe place for every person to explore kink and find what they needed. Play was safe, sane and consensual.  Ava had come to work for Erin about eighteen months ago as a mistress. The young mistress had no real experience in BDSM, however, she was curious, so Ava was personally trained by Erin. Through that time Ava had become very close to her boss and eventually became her submissive part-time. Now, Ava was subject to discipline and structure as Erin saw fit. It wasn’t unusual for Ava to pop by for a visit, however, today Erin could tell there was a reason for her visit.

“Come in, come in, my Ava.” Erin welcomed the younger woman.

Ava crossed the room, stood and waited to be signaled on whether to kneel or sit across from her boss. There were times when Erin expected her to kneel as a symbol of submission, however receiving no indication to kneel she stood in front of the woman’s desk, hands gracefully folded behind her back, waiting for the blonde to speak first.

Erin studied Ava. She noticed signs of stress affecting her body, dark circles under her eyes, prominent bones in her face and shoulders and made a note to address that soon. She wouldn’t have her staff members stressing to the point that it affected them physically.

“What can I do today for you my Ava?”

Ava stumbled over her words, “Well, miss, I uhm…”

Ava’s voice trailed off when she saw Erin’s delicate eyebrow raise and felt her own shoulders tense ever so slightly. Clear communication was one of Erin’s pet projects or rather pet peeves for however obvious reasons. When dealing with BDSM on a daily basis it was important to have good communication skills.

Erin set aside the work she was doing, leaned back in her chair, her sky blue eyes boring holes into Ava, “Talk to me, young lady.”

With the way, Ava was acting Erin had a brief thought in the back of her mind that Ava had something to confess about putting herself in danger, but pushed that thought away. She knew Ava was responsible and didn’t often put herself in danger. Even though the worried expression she wore concerned Erin greatly. Something was definitely up.

Ava opened her mouth again to find her words were caught in the back of her throat.

Erin sat straighter, voice firm, unmistakably that of a Mistress, threatened, “Ava.”

Ava knew this would be the last warning by the tone Erin was using with her now.

Deep red spread across the brunette’s face as she murmured, “Willyouputmeoveryourkneebeforemynextsessionpleasemadam,” in one long breath.

Erin paused a moment to decipher what Ava said, before she questioned, “Why love?”

Ava stared at the floor in a mixture of feelings between guilt and submission.

“I just need to be centered please, madam.” She felt so needy because she craved some time to submit to her mistress, but at the same time, it was a part of her. It was a battle between needs that she fought every time she found herself in the position of submission.

“Close my door.” Her tone hadn’t been harsh, but it was now unmistakable that Erin was now in charge.

While Ava did as told, Erin picked up the phone, “Sammy, please hold my calls, until I let you know otherwise.” Returning the phone to the receiver Erin returned her full attention to her submissive.

Now in the privacy of Erin’s quiet office, the older Mistress called for her brunette, “Come here, sweetheart.” Erin held out her arms and guided the woman to sit on her lap for a few moments.

“Talk to me, love.” Ava pressed her body into Erin’s seeking comfort.

“I’m just feeling too many things madam, I need to focus.” Erin held her close for a moment more while gently patting her bottom.

“How long do we have love?”

“About 45 minutes to an hour.”

Erin landed a solid smack on the woman’s leather covered backside and whispered “Manners,” in Ava’s ear. The club had certain rules. Respect was one of them. Submissives were expected to address Dominates as madam or something similar and forgetting the rules would surely lead to a punishment.

Ava whimpered out, “Sorry miss,”

She knew Erin could punish a disrespectful girl with the best of them. But at the same time, she felt her middle clench thinking of the other joys Erin was capable of.

Erin took Ava’s waist with her hands and guided her to her feet, “I want you to go pick out at least one implement from my dresser and bring it back to me.” Ava’s stomach flip-flopped as shuffled to the tall ornate carved dresser in the corner of the room, which held Erin’s personal collection of ‘toys’, most of which she had felt at some time or another.

As Ava stared at the dresser her mind was flashing with past experiences she had been a part of in this very room. It wasn’t sure she was ready for the bottom warning she knew she was going to be receiving as she knew it would hurt for many days, but couldn’t risk her next session going badly. Earlier in the day, she had snapped at a client unnecessarily and Ava didn’t want to do that again. She needed to keep a tight control of her actions.

Ava opened the middle drawer, to revile a wide array of spanking implements, ranging from gentle to harsh. Instantly, she was drawn to Erin’s antique hairbrush. The brush was an oval shape with a dark mahogany finish, that had boar bristles that had never been used for brushing hair, that shined smooth with the many years uses on naughty bottoms. Picking it up, the brunette brought it back kneeling at the feet of her dominate and offered up the instrument.

Running her fingers through the younger woman’s hair, Erin spoke to her girl tenderly, praising her, “Good girl.”

Erin reflected on Ava’s choice. Erin couldn’t count how many times she had spanked Ava with this particular brush. Dozens upon dozens of time in her first year as a Mistress. There was something comforting about familiarity. It told more about what Ava was in need of than any other world the younger woman could say.

“Let’s get you over my lap where you belong.”

Ava stood as taught, and stared at the floor while Erin wiggled her tight jeans down to rest at her knees revealing a red thong snug around her hips. Ava then allowed herself to be led expertly across Erin’s right knee with her head and legs both dangling towards the floor. She suddenly felt safe, relaxed and calmer. She could feel Erin’s secure thighs supporting her, body warmth offering a sort of comfort, and a practiced arm that anchoring her body around the waist.

Erin didn’t waste any time in raising her hand and began to warm Ava’s bottom up. Each swat built a slow-burning heat that started out as just a tingle, but quickly began to grow into a deeper warmth.  It didn’t matter how many times Ava found herself in this position she always was shocked at how much Erin’s hand hurt even during a warm-up.

Quickly, Ava’s bottom was wiggling from side to side and her skin blushing pink as she started gasping with a few well-placed swats. Erin increased the strength and pace of the smacks she was raining down on Ava’s bottom. Each swat was sounding quietly in the room around them and leaving its own impression on plump cheeks. Ava could feel the stress leaving her body with every swat.

Stopping she gently rubbed circles on Ava’s cheeks helping dissipate some of the sting and noticed the warmth emitting from them, “It’s time for the brush, love. Are you ready?” Leaning down Erin picked up the brush and rested the cool wood against warms cheeks.

Ava managed to whisper out a quiet understanding.

That was all it took for Erin to wrap an arm around her tighter, swinging the brush down across her right cheek in a sharp *SWAT!* moments after the swat landed a red oval that appeared.

The swat caused Ava to gasp out in surprise and jerk out of position a bit as the heat traveled deep into her muscle.

Erin raised the brush and repeated another stroke on the other cheek, creating an almost identical mark.

She did this again and again as the heat grew hotter and hotter in Ava’s cheeks and sit spots. Ava was withering uncontrollably at this point, the only thing keeping her in place was Erin’s arm around her waist.

“Okay, Ava we are almost done. You are doing so good. 5 more.”

Ava groaned at that number. Her bum couldn’t possibly take anymore!

Erin tightened her hold once more and placed the first full force swat on the center of her bottom. CRACK! Ava howled loudly before going limp across her Mistresses knees.

The next swat cam on her right cheek CRACK! Ava now just laid there allowed the tears to stream down her cheeks. Her bottom not feeling like it might actually break into pieces. However, that wasn’t important to Erin.

The next swat landed on her left cheek CRACK! A deep fire spread through her cheek as she continued to cry out all her feelings over her Mistress’s knee.

Ava didn’t have it in her to fight like she wanted to when she felt her hips being raised as Erin pushed her into the air with her knee. She knew what that meant. Two last scorchers on her sit spots, however, nothing could prepare her for the intense pain she felt when the first CRACK! landed on the right side.

There was nothing left to do, but lay there sob and accept the last CRACK! of her spanking.

As soon as the last swat feel Ava felt Erin’s gentle palm soothing her very hot bottom.

Eventually, after Ava regained some composer Erin gently asked her, “You ready for a cuddle, lovey?”

Ava just nodded as Erin helped her up and guided the woman into her arms.

Ava curled herself into Erin’s lap, pressing her body into her Mistress once again as the last tears streaked down her tan cheeks.

They talked for several long minutes about the things that were going on in Ava’s life, while still cuddling close together. They agreed to keep talking and made a plan for Ava to keep her stress levels under control. Erin gently pecked Ava’s forehead before leaning in to ask her a quiet question….

A Spanko’s Addiction?

Hi, my fellow spankos! Well, today as sort of a filler post as I struggle my way through writing I thought I would share with you all my small personal collection of spanking implements. As you can tell I am a fan of paddle-like implements though I am slowly venturing into the leather world. I’ll go through and tell you what each is, (though it is probably obvious).

My collection

Starting at the very top from the very top going from left to right:

  • Flogger  (which I hate but was my first real purchase, so I can’t get rid of it)
  • Leather Belt

Starting on the row with the Soriotiey Paddle and going right is:

  • Sorority Paddle
  • Purple Heart Paddle
  • Lexan Paddle (Clear Paddle for those that don’t know)
  • Wooden Spoon (For Spanking only lol 😉 )
  • OTK Strap
  • Silicone Spatula
  • Two Tongued Slapper
  • Riding Crop

On the last Row from left to right:

  • Hairbrush
  • Short Bathbrush

My personal favorite may actually be the Lexan paddle at the moment. It is lightweight and covers a good portion of one cheek which I like better than smaller implements. The edges of implements tend to bruise easier, in my experience.

And as for where to get implements… well any local store would have a nice wooden spoon. 😉 However, there are a couple sites you can go to that have awesome implements. I personally like http://www.cane-iac.com/ and https://www.etsy.com/ (search for spanking or spanking implements and ta-da ). I know I own several things from Cane-iac.

However, I do say all this to say. Always be safe when playing. Go slow if you are unsure or with a new partner and always have a safe word. Also, have fun and explore what you like. I know many people that absolutely hate the implements I like and people that love the implements I hate. Most of all get to spanking folks. 🙂

Also, please leave a link to any spanking implement site I (and everyone else) needs to check out or a name of an implement I must get in my collection.

 

Oh yes… btw.. I do have a problem. But a good one. 😉

Welcome Home

Hey, my spanking peoples! 🙂 Long time no speak. RL has been hellish busy lately, but hopefully, it will be a bit better for now.

So, to update you guys on a few things….

First, the book is doing good and I thank everyone who has bought it! It means so much to me and all of us. If you haven’t bought it I encourage you too. There are some amazing stories and authors in there. 🙂

Also, I think I have fixed my facebook widget so if you want to connect there please feel free to do so! I love hearing from you guys and gals. 🙂

Lastly, I was going to let you know that is a re-posted story. It was the first one I ever wrote for “public” consumption and as I’ve gone back and read all my early stuff it was all really rough, (rougher than even now, lol) so I decided to take this one down, edit it and change some things and just make it better in my humble opinion. I plan on doing this with several of my early stories, and just pepper their re-post through with some new stuff. As I’ve been told author’s (if I can call myself that) never stop learning and growing. 🙂 Also, I want to get back to some of the characters I haven’t written about in months.  Anyway, I hope you enjoy this improved story.

Have wonderful spanking day folks!

Until next time – LT


 

Sarah looked up when she heard the kitchen door slam shut and welcomed the sight of her slightly disheveled wife. Alex’s normally immaculate red hair was in a bit of disarray, and her usually pale skin was pink and splotchy hiding her usually present dusting of freckles across her nose, which caused Sarah a bit of concern.

Sarah stopped cooking and just watched her wife for a few moments trying to judge her mood, normally when she was slamming doors it wasn’t too great, however, she decided to take the risk and pleasantly asked her, “Hey, love. How was your day?”

Alex turned to the coat rack huffing angrily while removing her suit jacket and depositing her purse in their place, before snapping her attention to her wife, “Just great. Absolutely great!”

Alex could feel her blood boiling from her co-worker’s actions today. Every nerve ending in her body felt ready for a fight. She had held her temper all day, but now she had enough! And Sarah acting like everything was fine pushed her toward her breaking point.

Sarah turned down the food she was cooking and gave her full attention to her wife knowing she was upset and felt a deeper ping of worry in the pit of her stomach about what could have possibly gone wrong today. Voice filled with concern Sarah questioned her wife, “What’s wrong honey?”

“Keith! That – that asshole stole my client and commission from me today! He’s a bastard! Then he had the gall to blame it on me like it was my fault he stole my client!” Alex slammed her hand into the counter as she yelled expressing her anger.

Sarah raised her eyebrow at Alex’s rant, she didn’t mind curse words to an extent, but calling someone names was not okay, nor was yelling, especially at her. Momentarily, Sarah decided letting her wife express her emotions, was the best thing to do, so she let it go and calmly thought about a response as to not add fuel to the fire.

Sarah looked deep into her wife’s eye’s trying to convey, how sincerely she meant what she was going to say, “Well, lovey, it’s not the end of the world. You still have over 30 clients. What he did wasn’t right, but you can’t change that now.”

Alex’s brattiness reared its head when she literally stomped her heel clad foot dramatically and whined, “I know, but it still pisses me the fuck off!” Sarah swore she could see the bottom lip poke out in a pout, again choosing to ignore her cursing momentarily.

Turning back to the stove Sarah began cooking again, keeping her voice calm and sincere she told the redhead, “I know honey and your feelings are valid, however, you cannot change them now. Dinner is almost ready, so why don’t you get changed and set the table while I finish cooking.”

Alex stood staring down Sarah for several long moments before turning and stomping off down the hallway towards their bedroom. Sarah could hear her muttering the whole way down the hall before again Alex slammed the bedroom door closed, resulting in Sarah shaking her head at the woman.

***

Alex slowly finished changing and sulked back into the kitchen still in a terrible mood. She slammed the cabinet doors getting dishes out, but after the second time Sarah decided she had had enough of that, with her voice stern, but not harsh she advised the woman, “Alex, I know you are mad, but you need to mind the attitude right now young lady before you get yourself into more trouble than you know what to do with. Enough slamming doors.”

Sarah watched at Alex rolled her eyes, huffing, however, said nothing as she continued to stare daggers at her wife with her emerald eyes.

Sarah again attempted to get her wife to calm down, “Alexandra. I’m warning you.” Sarah’s tone of voice was much sterner than it had been even moments earlier causing goose bumps to rise on both of Alex’s arms.

Alex looked at the ground, not daring to look into Sarah’s dark brown eyes, “Yes, ma’am.” She mumbled.

Sarah let out a breathe she was holding. She was glad that Alex had seemingly heeded the warning for now at least. It would be a test if they made it through the rest of the night without any more issues.

***

They had a nice although a rather quiet dinner. The food was good and Sarah sincerely enjoyed just being in her wife’s presence even if she was still brooding a bit. However, the problem arose when Sarah requested Alex do one of her only chores; the dishes. Any other night it would not have been a problem, however Alex was in a mood to test Sarah’s resolve.

As the two women stood from the table Sarah gently reminded her wife, “Alex, please go ahead and do the dishes, you will be too exhausted later.” Sarah watched as the wheels turned in Alex’s head. A beat later Alex’s emerald eyes narrowed as she sassed to Sarah, “I’ll do it later.” Before she turning to head towards the door of the living room where she had planned on relaxing on the couch until time for bed.

Sighing deeply, Sarah ordered Alex, “Go do it now. I want to spend time with you before bedtime.” Sarah also knew that if she didn’t do it now that it wouldn’t get done tonight and Alex would be rushing in the morning to get it done and either be late to work or she would have to speed to get there on time and neither of those things were acceptable to Sarah.

A long tense beat later Alex deadpanned, “No.” The two women locked eyes, now in the midst of a battle of wills. Sarah took a deep breath and counted to five in her head. Apparently, Alex was in a mood and Sarah had a suspicion that it wasn’t just because of what had happened at work.

Hardening her tone and her heart Sarah began, “You know better than outright disobedience Alexandra Marie I want you to go to our room and wait in the corner for me. I’ll be in there in a few minutes.” Alex gulped at the second use of her full name of tonight but was too far in her own head to do as she was told. Not noticing that Sarah had come around the table until she felt a sharp swat on her bottom, causing a deep sting. Apparently, Sarah thought it would be good to help her along. She also heard the firm order of, “Now.” Close to her ear.

***

Alex practically ran to their bedroom bottom smarting from the swat and buried her nose in the corner. Why oh why did she have to be so fucking stubborn! Why couldn’t she just tell her wife she needed a spanking instead of earning one? It was embarrassing and slightly uncomfortable, but it had been several weeks since she had been spanked and she could tell. She knew Sarah would have been more than happy to help her, but she also knew she had gotten herself into real trouble this time instead of just asking for what she needed which was a bottom warming.

Well, she didn’t really need a spanking as much as she needed what the spanking provided her. It helped her relieve stress and emotions and also firmly reminded her she didn’t need to be in charge all of the time or have everything under control. It reminded her that no matter what Sarah would catch her if she did make a mistake and that she was truly and purely loved dearly by her wife. While she still occasionally was confused about her feelings about being spanked she knew it made their lives and relationship stronger. They had found a new level of intimacy in spanking for discipline.

Alex was mad and upset with herself for the way she had behaved since getting home from work. Her wife didn’t deserve it and truthfully neither did she. She straightened in the corner when she heard her wife coming down the hall towards their bedroom. She tried to prepare herself for what she knew was to come.

***

Sarah sat on their bed and studied her wife for a few moments. Alex’s red hair and pale skin pinked easily under a spanking made her want to do very naughty things to her instead of spanking her, however, she looked at this as her duty to her wife and their relationship. It had been almost ten minutes since she was sent to the corner so Sarah decided it was time for her to come out.

Sitting on the edge of the bed Sarah called out for Alex, “Come sit and talk to me, Alex.” The redhead shuffled her way to her brunette wife and knelt in front of her. She didn’t always take this position, only when she truly felt bad about something she did.

Sarah reached a gentle hand up and moved some loose strands of hair behind her ear, “Talk to me love what’s going on, because I believe this tantrum has little to do with work, doesn’t it?”

Alex sat in silence for several minutes and refused to speak. There was nothing really for her to say. Sarah sighed, “Honey if I didn’t know any better I would say you were asking for a spanking with the way you have been acting tonight.” Alex looked further down at the carpet refusing to meet the woman’s eyes, then she felt Sarah’s hand on her cheek bringing her face up to meet her.

As Sarah studied her wife’s face, she watched as a blush spread across her face and ears. Realization suddenly dawned on her. “Oh, I see.”

Sarah should have already known. It had been a while and Alex was a brat at the end of the day. Spanking was something she needed just like the air she breathed. Sarah wanted to kick herself for not realizing sooner. However, this was one of the downfalls of the normalcy of married life, one tended to start missing key things if not careful as the couple slipped into a routine.

It was like Sarah had read Alex’s mind. Alex’s widened eyes snapped to her wife as she sputtered out, “Wh-what do you see?” Before once again studying the floor.

Sarah cupped Alex’s cheek and brought her face back into eye contact once again, “You were asking me to spank you. Weren’t you? However, you just went the difficult route didn’t you?”

Alex nodded her head slightly as tears began to pool in her eyes. She was so ashamed of herself. How could she have done such a thing? Sarah took both of Alex’s hands in hers and asked the woman she loved dearly, “We’ve talked about this before haven’t we?”

Voice wet with tears, Alex answered her quietly, “Yes, ma’am.”

Sarah gently pulled her wife to stand in front of her instead of kneeling before her. Once in place, she looked up at her and questioned, “Why are you about to get this spanking, lovey?”

Alex shifted uncomfortably, in many ways this was the worst part of a spanking: confessing one’s misdeeds, “For acting out when I got home and for not communicating what I needed to you. I’m sorry ma’am that I didn’t tell you it had been too long since I got a spanking and I am sorry for the way I had acted. I should never have treated you that way”

“You are forgiven, lovey. Let’s get this spanking taken care of.”

Sarah reached for the waistband of Alex’s yoga pants, lowering them to her knees before guiding her over her right knee with the bed supporting her wife’s head and upper torso and feet on the ground. Sarah rubbed circles on her wife’s lower back for a moment to settle them both, before she raised her hand and brought it down in a sharp swat to her wife’s partially clothed bottom. She started a rhythmic tempo on her upturned behind from one side to the other warming her up slowly for the real punishment.

When Alex started moving around her lap and could see a blushing pink color around the edge of her pink lacey panties, she knew it was time to step it up. She reached for the waistband and gently pulled them down to the backs of her knees meeting her pants, much to Alex’s protest, which Sarah ignored.

Quickly, Sarah began again slapping steady hard swats all across her wife’s cheeks, sit spots and occasionally her upper thighs. Her skin was quickly turning red and heat was radiating off of her skin but she didn’t stop with the swats, just held her tighter as Alex began to wiggle around more.

Pausing a moment Sarah shook out her hand before redoubling her hold and then began focusing hard swats not only on her sit spots, but a few to her thighs as well, leaving a few handprints were her hand struck. She did this for several long minutes. By now Alex was crying and apologizing to Sarah for her behavior.

Finally, after much uncontrollable kicking and attempting to squirm off her wife’s lap she went limp across Sarah’s knees, giving in to her ministrations. Sarah decided to give her a final round of full force swats to her entire bottom which left both of their ears ringing and Alex’s bottom and thighs on fire.

Trying to calm her wife sobs she gently rubbed her bottom attempting to bring her back slowly. After a few minutes, she started to calm down enough to sit up. She helped her up and pulled her onto her lap bare, red bottom between her thighs, making sure it didn’t touch anything. She held her wife for a while whispering words of forgiveness and love until she noticed she was asleep in her arms.  Alex had buried her face in her wife’s brunette hair that smelled like honeysuckle which she found comforting and had just slipped into peaceful slumber.

She knew that they would talk more tomorrow or even later tonight when her wife woke up. She gently eased her wife onto her pillow and undressed her. Then she undressed and got into bed with the woman she loved dearly and held her close and drifted off to sleep, too.

Lesson in Obediance

I picked up my phone for the 12th time in 10 minutes and slid my thumb across the screen to unlock it, scrolled briefly and then relocked it. And then tossed it aside again, surely huffing dramatically in the process.

I could see ma’am on the other side of the living room playing a game on her tablet, she had a bit of a gaming problem, not she would ever admit to it. Once in a while her blue eyes would move into my direction and look at me for a moment and then go back to playing. The room around us was silent other than both of our breathing in turn and the occasional car passing by outside. The TV wasn’t on and neither was the radio.

I was so fidgety. I couldn’t seem to stop bouncing my legs up and down or stop the desire to recheck my phone again. Finally, after almost twenty minutes of my fidgeting, Ma’am broke the silence, her voice firm, but caring as always, “Little bit, what is wrong?”

Her voice alone sent shivers down my spine, my voice quivered as I spoke, “Nothing ma’am, sorry, I’ll try to stop fidgeting so much.” I felt bad that I was fidgeting enough for her to notice. It was childish really.

Ma’am put her tablet down and gave me a hard look, “Little bit, I asked you a question and I expect you to answer me.”

I found the floor more interesting, as I chewed my lip, trying to find an excuse to tell her. How could I put into words everything I was feeling at this moment? I had recently started topping more than more person full time and it was draining to say to least. I enjoyed it I did, and it was fulfilling, however, many days I felt like I was responsible for more than ones person’s life when I didn’t even have mine together really.  I was craving submission under my Top. I needed the roles we had grown accustomed too. Not in the sense of a spanking really, but in the doing as you are told because I tell you to and that is what is best for you type way.

Apparently, I had wandered around in my thoughts too long, as I was brought back into the here and now when Ma’am cleared her throat. I looked up at her and saw the look. The look that caused me another set of shivers. Picking up my phone again I spun it in my hand before murmuring, “I need to submit…”

Ma’am watched me carefully for several moments before crooking her finger at me indicating for me to come to her, which caused my stomach to drop a bit with dread. Reluctantly, I did as asked and crossed the room to stand in front of her not daring to meet her eyes.

“Look at me, little bit.” Ma’am voice was now firm, but loving. I slowly brought my eyes to look up at her when I did she reached for my hand before gently asking me, “Are you needing a trip over my knee, little bit?”

I chewed on my lip for a few moments before I was able to mumble out a few unintelligible words. I didn’t honestly know what to tell her. I sincerely didn’t want a spanking, I just wasn’t in the mood or frame of mind, but at the same time, I wanted to give up control for a little while. I wanted to be Topped, but without a sore bottom tomorrow!

Ma’am squeezed my hands before letting them go and leaning back in her chair, “Go get the brush off my dresser, little bit.”

My eyes widened at her words! I hated the brush with a passion. I hadn’t done anything wrong! And she was going to paddle me with the hairbrush! The damn thing would leave marks with just a light swat.

“Ma’am, please, not that!”

“Little bit, go get my brush and bring it to me.”

I already could feel tears in my eyes as Ma’am and I just stared at each other. I really wanted to her to say she was joking and I didn’t have to go get the brush. We were like that for several long moments in many ways I knew ma’am was telling me she had all night that she could wait until I was ready.

As a few tears fell ma’am spoke again this time much gentler, “Trust me little bit.”

I swiped away the tears before turning to leave the room. Every step I took felt like I was walking closer to my backsides own doom. I could feel Ma’am watching me until I disappeared from her sight.

As I looked at the brush resting on the dresser I felt every muscle in my backside clench in dread. I really didn’t want a spanking with the brush. It would hurt deep in the muscle for several days if not longer depending on how it was used.

Picking it up with just two fingers I slowly walked back into the living room, to find that ma’am was no longer in her chair, but in the middle of the couch. I stood in front of her a little further away than I normally would, causing a small smile to spread across her face.

Holding out her strong hand Ma’am ordered, “Hand me the brush, little bit.”

I just shook my head ‘no’ there was no way I could do that! My stomach was in knots and I wanted to start crying again. I didn’t want to do what was asked. It was no fair being spanked for nothing!

“Little bit, hand me my brush.” Her voice had become firm again, she was trying to get through to me I knew, however, my brain and heart didn’t want to agree. However, when she narrowed her eyes at me I stepped forward placing the brush in her hand, I didn’t want to push and give her a real reason to punish me.

“Thank you, little bit. Now I need you to take down your jeans and panties and put yourself over my knee.”

I was shocked, to say the least! She never made me do that she would always bare me and pull me across her knee herself. Now, I really did start crying! I was completely dreading this! It had been a long time since I got a spanking for being naughty! But apparently, that was about to change.

However, I was resigned to the fact that I was about to get my butt busted with her brush. I fumbled with the button on my jeans finally getting them down to my knees before closing my eyes and pulling down my panties as well.

I moved closer to her and began to bend over her lap or more really controlled falling over her lap. She caught me guiding me into place. It was much easier when she did it for me! She helped me settle into position with my body resting on the couch, holding a pillow close as I continued to gently cry.

Before she could even touch me I found myself begging her not to spank me, promising that I didn’t do anything wrong. I felt her hand rub soothing circles on my bottom and back. Several minutes of this passed. Finally, I could hear her speaking to me, “I am very proud of you, little bit.”

I cried into the pillow a bit harder, but asked her, “B-but why m-ma’am?”

She continued to run soothing patterns across my back and bottom both as she spoke to me, “What you did just now, was complete submission. You did several things you absolutely didn’t want to do because you were told to.”

I just nodded my head and tried to think of something else before she told me, “Relax, little bit, it is all okay. You are okay. I have you. I have never hurt you have I?”

My voice broke as I cried out, “But you-your gonna spank me!” I just wanted to crawl up into her lap and hug her tight at this point. I was so desperate to be in her arms and out of this position I sincerely thought about getting up without her permission.

“That’s not for you to worry about, little bit. Just trust me.” I nodded again and started to breathe deeper and just focus on her calming touch. Soon my heart was a lot calmer and I was no longer crying.

I was rewarded soon when she raised her hand bringing it down in a soft swat on my bottom, “Good girl, you relax. I’m in charge here.”

Soon the first swat was followed by a second, then a third. She wasn’t spanking hard at all, but just creating a warm tingly sensation in my bottom. It was rather pleasant actually. I closed my eyes and sank further over her lap as she continued to warm my backside with a slow steady spank of her hand while stopping to rub some of the sting out between sets of spanks.

Quickly I was completely relaxed and warm over Ma’am’s knee as she continued to praise my behavior and talk to me about everything that had been going on recently. When I was just warm enough she helped me up, righted my clothes and pulled me to sit on her lap in her arms.

“That’s my good girl. I have you right here. I love you little bit. I am so proud of you.”

I laid my head on her shoulder and whispered back to her, “I love you too Ma’am, thank you.”

She kissed the top of my head as I closed my eyes feeling loved, cared for and completely hers.

Paper Back!!

Hey spanking friends!! I have some exciting news for you all! Fourteen First is now available in paperback!! Yes, that is correct this amazing book, if I do say so myself, is now available in paperback. 🙂 So, perhaps pick up a hard copy for you and that special person in your life. Also, if you happen to pick up this book, either e-book or hard copy, please, please, please leave a review on Amazon, you all will never know what it means to me and the many others when you all review this book for us. If you want to make sure your public name is different there is a setting called ‘public name’ you can change it under. Happy reading.

Link: https://www.amazon.com/Fourteen-Firsts-Anthology-Lesbian-Spanking-ebook/dp/B075FT2G12/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1506389202&sr=8-1

Fourteen Firsts Cover

Spanking as a love language.

Hi, all. I’m back with a real post for you all. I have a story that is almost ready for you guys, so hopefully, I will get that posted tonight. If you don’t mind read and possibly tell me what you all think if it’s the same for you or even if you think I’m completely crazy. While I’m here I should mention I have started school and that keeps me pretty busy, but I am going to try to keep stories and other post coming for you all.

 

For many spankos like myself, spanking can have a profound impact on daily life, whether spanking is real life or virtual or a combination of the two. Today I want to talk a little bit about spanking being a love language in our lives. In real life, I am not a physically affectionate person. That is just not me, however, I have discovered that virtually I am. I like to hug, kiss and just cuddle with someone and yes be spanked for the closeness of it. Maybe, it is because I don’t do it in my real life as much, who knows. But recently that hasn’t happened and it can be emotionally hard to deal with when you need and want that human connection.

As some of you know, my personal life has been a bit rough lately, but I’m getting through it and learning a lot about myself in the process. Thankfully, I have several important people in my life that have been very supportive and willing to do anything they can for me. And for that, I am extremely grateful. So, to those of you that have been there of late, even when it was hard, thank you. You will never know what it means to me. Saying this, I needed some attention recently for some what I found to be surprising reasons. I asked one of these important people to help me in a way no one else can at the moment. In truth I told her several reasons I needed to go over her knee for a spanking, (yes I still blush a little whenever I think that word, but that is a different post entirely), however, to tell you the truth in hindsight I think most of it was because I needed a few moments to feel loved and cared for, but didn’t know how to ask for that any other way. I had told her I couldn’t focus and I needed to be centered among several other minor reasons. While this was true. In a way, I was feeling lonely, needy and overall emotional. It embarrasses me to say this, but being over someone’s knee and them “whacking” away at your backside doesn’t make you feel lonely anymore. And one most certainly feels loved as you are cuddled thereafter.

This, however, got me to thinking. Is spanking a love language in some relationships. I know for me it is in certain relationships I have and had in the past it is. Of course, it is not the only love language, but it is an important way for me to feel and possibly even give loving feelings to someone. The love a top and bottom shares, especially if they aren’t romantically involved, is one that is unlike anything else. It goes much deeper than a friend and is much different than with a romantic partner. When you enter into those relationships you are handing a little of your heart to the other person and hoping they don’t break it or give it away. The two people can be very protective of each other, wants the other to be fulfilled and happy, and really does get emotionally invested in the other person.

So, I guess I say all of this to say, I know spanking is a love language for me. And as embarrassing and uncomfortable that can be to admit it is something that I need so I don’t feel lonely and so that I know I am cared for. And to try to be clear, it is not always sexual. In fact, it is very rarely that way for me. So, yes there are times when I need a spanking for the aftercare or just the care of it in general. When you are willingly giving up control to another person and trusting them to take care of you in mind, body, and spirit, there are few things that can be more vulnerable than that. But there are also, few things that can be as comforting as someone holding your hand with one hand and spanking you with the other and telling you they care for you and that they are here for you.

Is anyone else this way? Has anyone else out there found unexpected reason and ways that spanking “works” or you?

 

-LT

Fourteen First – Has Arrived!

Hey, all spanking people! I have wonderful news! Fourteen First officially released today! This is the anthology many amazing women worked hard on most of the summer! So hurry on over and get your copy today! There are some amazing authors and stories in there (I couldn’t help, but take a peek earlier today)! Also, a quick thank you once again for the amazing work that Stardawn Cabot and Claire Britain did for this book, without you ladies it wouldn’t have been possible. 🙂

Fourteen Firsts Cover

Here is the blurb just to tease you all a little. Happy reading. 🙂

Fourteen Firsts was a labor of love by 13 different authors who have one thing is common. As both editor and a contributor, Stardawn Cabot spent many months putting together this collection of stories. Many of the authors have never been published before, but they are all excited to see the proceeds of this book go to charity. In the following pages, you will find tales of princesses, warriors, lawyers, and even modern-day heroines, all who find that special someone who can care for, protect, and discipline when needed. Each tale has its own unique spin on what a ‘first’ can be, and although the cover pretty much says it all, we hope that you enjoy these adult-themed stories, and check out other books by these great ladies as well!

 

Amazon Link: www.amazon.com/dp/B075FT2G12/ref=sr_1_8?ie=UTF8&qid=1504801202&sr=8-8&keywords=Fourteen+first

 

Happy Birthday

Morgan looked at the clock. 12:01 am. Time to commence with her plan. Sneaking quietly to the sleeping woman’s bedside, moving aside the dark locks, splayed across the pillow, she took the bottle of lukewarm chocolate sauce and dripped a few drops on her milky neck. The woman barely stirred, so leaning down carefully, Morgan slowly started to suckle the chocolate off her skin.

Quickly, CC’s breathing changed indicating that the chocolate sauce and suckling had indeed done its intended purpose. Looking up Morgan spotted gray eyes watching as she continued to lick and suck for a moment longer.

Morgan’s voice broke the quiet with a whispered secret, “Good morning, birthday girl.” The two shared a happy grin for a moment, both glad to be able to spend this special day together.

Finally, breaking her surprised silence, CC huskily told the woman who was still hovering close, “That was a very nice way to wake up.”

“Wasn’t a bad way to wake you up. Happy birthday, sweetie!” Morgan smiled again at the woman and moved to sit next to her instead of continuing to lean over her.

Turning over to look at Morgan, CC asked in a sleepy voice, “So what is this about you waking me up in the middle of the night?”

Giggling a bit, Morgan told the sleepy woman, “Well, I owe you a spanking and I figured you would want to get that over with!” CC’s eyes widened at this news and she quickly sat up.

“A-a spanking, whatever for?”

“Your birthday spanking of course!”

Morgan watched at a light blush crossed the woman’s face with this news, however when Morgan held out her hand to the woman she gladly took it and quickly found herself facedown over the Tops knees.

Morgan enjoyed the feeling of CC resting comfortably over her lap… it felt so right and the view wasn’t half bad either.

“I believe the custom is a swat for every year and one to grow on, but for you it will be one to grow on and one because you are a brat and one because you are my favorite brat and one be-“

CC wriggled, just so, as she protested, “HEY! I have been good and it is my birthday after all, I want to be able to sit!”

Laughing, Morgan had to agree, “Well, I guess maybe not then!” so slipping down the woman’s pj’s Morgan started gentle spanks to CC’s pert bottom, *SWAT* “One.” *SWAT* “TWO.” *SWAT* “Three.” Morgan took a moment to gently run her fingers up and down ticklish bare thighs making the woman squirm, and giggle.

Before long Morgan continued the gentle spanks, watching as her skin just blush pink, *SWAT* “Four.” *SWAT* “Five.” *SWAT* “Six.” Again Morgan took a moment and rubbed soothing circles onto the woman’s behind not wanting to actually cause any pain.

Raising her right palm again Morgan continued. *SWAT* “Seven.” *SWAT* “Eight.” *SWAT* “Nine.” *SWAT* “Ten.” *SWAT* “Eleven.” *SWAT* “Twelve.”

Morgan paused again, but this time leaning down to place a gentle kiss on the back of the brat’s neck, murmuring in her ear. “Are you enjoying your birthday spanking, sweet heart?”

Sighing deeply the woman nodded and whispered out, “Yes, very much.”

Morgan smiled and continued spanking her, now just a bit harder, sense her bottom was warming nicely, *SWAT* “Thirteen.” *SWAT* “Fourteen.” *SWAT* “Fifteen.” *SWAT* “Sixteen.” *SWAT* “Seventeen.”

Each connection of palm and bottom spread the heat from CC’s backside to other more delicate places that was begging to be attended to.

Morgan noticed at this point CC was arching her backside up to meet hand, so she continued spanking, speeding up the swats so the woman wouldn’t explode out of desperation, *SWAT* “Eighteen.” *SWAT* “Nineteen.” *SWAT* “Twenty.” *SWAT* “Twenty-One.”

Now, both women were breathless and CC reached back to hold. Hold whatever part of Morgan she could reach. Morgan obliged and interlaced their fingers together at the small of the woman’s back.

*SWAT* “Twenty-Two.” *Swat* “Twenty-Three.” *SWAT* “Twenty-Four.” *SWAT* “Twenty-Five.” *SWAT* “Twenty-Six.”

Taking a moment, again to rub the woman’s bottom, she told her, “The last two are always zingers.”

This information caused CC to gasp in shock, but before she could utter a word, Morgan planted the last two firm swats, that echoed in the room, on the woman sit spots, *SWAT* “Twenty-Seven.” *SWAT!* “And one to be bratty on.”

Morgan allowed the woman to relax over her lap for several moments breath rapid and hard as Morgan soothed circles wherever she could reach.

“I have chocolate ice cream and cake in the kitchen if you want some.”

CC shakily stood up, and told the woman, “That’s not what I want,” her voice deeper now with arousal.

Leaning down it was now CC’s turn to lead the dance between the two women. CC pressed a tender kiss on Morgan’s lips and moved to straddle her lap, kicking pants off in the process. The women fell back and with hands roaming and lips never separating.

They didn’t make it to the kitchen until the next morning for a breakfast of chocolate ice cream.

But I’ll leave the rest of that story up to your imagination.