Rudi had struggled all day to conjure up a half-decent premise of a story to support the spanking scene he so desperately wanted to write. The words just wouldn’t come. In this day of computers and word processing, he didn’t even have a waste basket full of screwed up drafts to show for a day’s work. Just a blank white screen and a flashing cursor.
In frustration, he kicked back from the desk and scooted across the wooden floor. The chair bumped to a stop against the bookcase. A single book was jarred forwards on the shelf by the slight impact. The red leather was aged and cracked. Rudi reached out and took the book down. He turned it over in his hands, intrigued. He had built this library himself over the years, yet he didn’t recognise this book. He checked the spine and saw the title. ‘101 solutions for writer’s block’. He lifted the cover and the book opened to a middle page filled with tightly spaced words and a pen and ink illustration of a study, just like his own. But as he stared to read the words the type swam and danced on the page, then lifted off in a grey cloud. The type reformed itself into the shape of a woman, and she spoke.
“I wondered when you might call on me. I’ve been sitting in that book for years now.”
She spoke with a haunting lilt, not distinct to any place but with subtle undertones of foreign parts. Rudi looked at her features, but found he could not focus on her face. Instead he could make out an indistinct beauty, like a photo with a gauze filter too strongly applied. He sensed a melancholy to this figure. He spoke. “Who are you?”
Rudi saw her features swim into the face of a seductress, blonde hair coiffured and set above alabaster skin and ruby red lips. “Why darling,” she crooned, “Don’t you know me?” She lifted a finger to her lips in an exaggerated pout. “I’m your muse. I’m here to top up your tank and get your juices flowing. If I’m doing this right, I hope I can get the ink positively gushing from your nib.” As she spoke, she leaned into him and he felt – no, sensed – her fingers drag up his thigh and flutter around his groin. She sat on his lap, causing the chair to rock backwards. Rudi’s legs kicked up as he fought for balance.
“Oops! Naughty me!” She giggled and shook her head, transforming into a schoolgirl fantasy complete with pigtail braids, too-tight white blouse and micro-short pleated skirt. “Looks like I’ve been naughty. Should I be punished?” She stood, spun and transformed again, this time into a leather clad dominatrix with black hair and blacker make-up. “Or maybe you need to be punished for being such a slacker!” she roared, and lashed her crop across his thighs. He didn’t feel the impact, but he felt the white hot line of fire it left behind, and shrieked.
“Whoa, wait, what the fuck …”
The dominatrix shivered and morphed into a smaller, woman with short dark hair and an apron. Rudi recognised his mother but as she was when he was a boy. “Don’t let me hear that language young man!” she scolded. “I’ve a good mind to wash out your mouth and give you a good hiding!” He suddenly tasted the froth and bitterness of Camay and felt himself upended and across her knees. Somehow his pants and underwear were around his ankles and his bare bottom was being soundly spanked. And then just as suddenly, he was sitting on the hard floor, red cheeks stinging and sporting a very solid erection. He covered himself with his hands, embarrassed by his physical reaction to the harsh whacking. He looked up into his mother’s eyes, but she was gone, replaced by a young man, naked, gistening and very excited.
“No need to be shy, that’s just what I wanted to see,” he said, his erection bobbed as he stepped forward, bending to reach for Rudi’s manhood. He shot up and away, back pressed firmly to the bookcase. “Whoa, that’s not where this is going. Where are the girls?”
“We’re all in here,” said the guy, tapping Rudi’s head. “You just need to let us play. Then you can get back to your writing.”
“Yeah, but I don’t remember the gay fantasy.”
“Don’t you?” the guy winked. “Maybe not this time …” and with a spin he was gone. The girl before him now wore a business suit, dark hair cropped into a short bob. She held a sheaf of paper.
“Rudi. This is the product of two weeks work. I am at the end of my tether with you. Do you think it sufficient for a man of your obvious talent?” She thrust the pile of papers in his face, seemingly totally unaware of his nakedness and rapidly deflating penis.
“Erm, I, erm.”
“Tongue tied as well as ink-blocked, obviously. I think we can deal with both in one go. Over here.”
Rudi found himself bent across his desk. His feet were spread wide and tied tightly, spreading his buttocks. His face was buried between the thighs of this business woman, pressed tight into her naked crotch.
“Now, this will free up your tongue, and we will deal with your other blockage in the time old fashion. Now lick!” At the command, Rudi felt a sharp line of fire light up his buttocks from what could only be a cane stroke. His head jerked up as he cried out, and was quickly thrust back down. “You don’t stop until I say, and she doesn’t stop until I come.” She allowed Rudi to glance backwards, and he saw the dominatrix grinning as she swung the cane high and slashed his cheeks again. Rudi buried his head, licking and sucking furiously at the honeypot before him as he felt his bum being lashed again and again. And then there was another sensation as he felt his cock grow harder and harder. Someone was sucking him off under the desk as he was being whipped. Rudi desperately fought to push the vision of the naked man from his mind and replaced him with the seductress. Yes, he could clearly imagine those ruby lips wrapped around his shaft, sucking and nibbling, gently mouthing his balls and taking his shaft deep into her mouth until … ahhhh.
At that moment, the business woman tensed and squeezed her thighs so tightly on his face so that his ears rang, then she slumped backwards on the desk. Rudi’s feet were free and he was able to stand. He looked down at the blonde head at his groin and breathed a sigh of relief.
The women looked his way, dreamily. “Now, what was the storyline you needed our help with?”
Butt up high
Begging for more
Six more strokes
Before the wedding ring
Bites her ass
Cheeks are burning
Mmm … one more swat
Pussy is ready
For an illicit duet
Once last fuck
So good, so wrong
Groom walks in
On the two backed beast
Full in the face
Before it’s begun
Thanks to a bride
Who couldn’t wait for fun
When you’re finished
Playing your video games
When you’re done with your chips and
Your snooker frames
When your Madden is lost and
You’re all buddied out
And the 12 pack is cast out the door
Come on up to my room
And prepare for some fun.
I’ll show you what games night is for
I’ll need three of you boys
to keep up with me
And four would be better all round
You may think you’re all studs
Who can ride me all night
And drive me to pleasures unknown
But I’ve yet to see wood
Stay hard like it should
Through a whole night of pleasure
As you plunder my treasure
So we will fuck ‘til your cocks are no good
And just so we’re clear
So there’s nothing to fear
I like to be rough
With spanking and stuff
And some anal and bondage, that’s fine
Just beware what you wish
When you scroll down that list
Coz the pleasure will always be mine
The price you will pay
For having your way
Is double what you give to me
Please, spank me real tight
I can take it all night
And when your arm is too sore
And you’re ready to drop
I’ll be only to keen
To switch to the Top
Then you will bend and prepare
And then I’ll even the score ‘til
Your cheeks are aflame and
you’re painfully sore – yet I’m still giving more
If you think you can take it just say the word
if you dare risk a bottom red raw
I love to feel pain, again and again
And I just love to even the score
But doubling up is not just for pain
I give pleasures that you’ve never known
This mouth and this tongue
Can weaken the strong
Prepare to have your bollocks blown
And when at last you do fuck me
You, and these three
Will savour the intenseness of pleasure
Your world will be rocked
You’ll beg not to stop
Once you savor the results of endeavour
But for pleasure sublime there’s a price to be paid
Your soul will be forfeit as you’re getting laid
You will never again
Feel such pleasure intense
Yet you will always be begging for more
Your fate will be sealed
The deal will be made
As your spunk shoots out hot from your shaft
Your lustful desires
Will cost you so dear
When your blind cock is leading the way
You’ve bartered your soul
Just to plunder my hole
And that’s what my Master intends
Earthly pleasures are fine, they taste so divine
They justify any expense
Just remember this deal you willingly make
When Lucifer comes, your soul so to take
I told you quite clear
The cost is so dear
For one passionate night’s endeavor
You must dance with the Devil forever
You must dance with the Devil forever
That made my love pole stand up strong.
When the girls got down to swimming,
Wearing nothing but a thong.
It’s a place I loved so dearly,
Where I took my prick in hand.
With bouncing butts aplenty,
Playing ball games on the sand.
My camping site was sheltered,
‘neath the spreading willow tree.
I could lay in bed and watch them,
As their tits bounced loose and free.
One day as I lay watching,
A fine full bottomed lass,
I saw her peel her costume off,
And reveal her naked ass.
She stepped into the swimming hole,
Stark naked, without a care.
I took my chance, I stood up tall,
And shouted, ‘look out – a bear!’
She leapt out from the water,
With all her charms on show.
Tits bouncing as she dithered,
Not knowing where to go.
I pushed my luck and showed myself,
And called out from where I stood.
She looked, and turned to run to me,
And then slipped up, in the mud.
She landed hard, right on her bum,
Her legs shot to the sky.
I got a grandstand view of course,
Of her cunt, and little brown eye.
She slipped and slid and slithered,
Her legs flayed wide apart.
With every move she showed off more,
Of her delightful female charms.
My tent pole stood out rigid,
And poked out where I’d unzipped.
I went to help her out of there,
And then, of course, I tripped.
I fell right down on top of her,
An accident, I swear.
My rampant cock impaled her,
Deep within her secret lair.
I struggled to extract myself,
I swear I did, it’s true.
But as I pushed and struggled,
The mud stuck us there, like glue.
My button popped, my shorts fell down,
My naked bum shone white.
As I accidently fucked her,
As she lay there, in muddy plight.
She shrieked and screamed, she hit my chest,
She struggled to get loose.
With all the friction, I couldn’t stop,
My cock shot out love juice.
Nine months have passed since that fateful day,
Her belly now stretches tight.
Too soon I’ll be a daddy,
My God, now that’s a fright.
I know I caused this accident,
When I spied her in the sun.
I just wish that when I fucked her,
I’d slipped and fucked her bum.
Judy was edgy when she woke. It felt like she had only slept for 10 minutes – she had been awake on and off all night, stressing about the day to come. Today was a make or break day for her career with the agency. She had worked for months on this account, and today they were presenting their bid. Win this and there was a VP position in the stars. Lose, and she was back to the floor – or worse! Her stomach churned, she was tense and edgy and she hadn’t slept well. Only one thing would work now to take her mind from the stress and relax her for the day. She slid a hand down her stomach and between her thighs, seeking out her pleasure spot. But then she had a better idea.
She flung back the covers and strode naked into the adjoining en suite bathroom. Michael was at the vanity with a towel around his waist, still damp from the shower. He was preparing to shave and had foam spread across his stubble. The sight of his muscular shoulders and arms shot tingles through her and she knew she had to get her release. She stepped behind him, leaned into his back and stroked his chest. She slipped one hand down, released the towel and found his slumbering manhood. With a few strokes and squeezes she felt the flesh stir as blood flowed into his shaft and he began to stiffen. She shifted her body to release the towel trapped between them, then pressed her naked flesh against his.
Michael reached down and gently removed her hand from his shaft. “Not now Judy. I don’t have time. The car will be here in 15 minutes.” With that he began scraping the blade across his stubble. In frustration, Judy stepped back then swung her arm to deliver a stinging slap to his right buttock. The shock jarred Michael forwards and he felt the nick of the blade on his chin.
“Shit, oww. Judy, Watch what you’re doing. You made me cut myself!” Michael turned to face her.
“Oh it’s nothing. Come on – just give me a quickie. You know it relaxes me. I’m ready, and so are you now.” She reached for his now-erect shaft and squeezed, then dropped to her knees and took the head between her lips, sucking and lapping him to full erection. He quickly pushed her head away.
“I said, no! I don’t have time. Now get up, and get dressed.”
In frustration, she grabbed his cock again, leaned forward and bit the tip. As he yelped in pain she leapt to her feet and made a dash for the door. but Michael was too quick.
“Oh no you don’t. That fucking hurt. You can pay for that.” He pulled her back to him and spun her round. In the confined space her knees banged against the bathtub and she stumbled forward. She put out her hands to stop her fall, leaving her bent over the edge of the bath with her hands on the cold surface of the tub and her bum in the air. Michael quickly grabbed her around the waist with his left hand, easily holding her slender form. With his right hand he spanked her milky-white cheeks, hard. The first spanks left a hand print. She shrieked and kicked her legs. Michael smacked her luscious bum again and again. Shifting his grip, he hooked a foot behind hers and forced her legs apart to get at her pussy. When she was fully exposed, he slapped her moist sex with his open palm. The spank sent shock waves through her pussy and she yelped. Grinning, he spanked her there twice more.
“That’s for biting my dick. And this is for being such a brat.” He whacked her rapidly reddening cheeks again.
As he struggled to hold her writhing figure he spotted the bath brush resting on the tub edge. Normally this weapon was used in play. Michael and Judy both enjoyed erotic spanking games, but Judy’s arm couldn’t light Michael’s fires, so they bought the bath brush for her to warm his cheeks. She had never tasted its sting before, but now that was about to change. He grabbed the brush and brought it down swiftly on her right cheek. She sucked in air and screamed as the pain blossomed. Then he spanked her again on the left. The slaps echoed around the small room. Michael spanked again, excited at the way Judy’s cheeks flattened with each blow, then bounced back as he lifted off, leaving behind a white outline of the brush that quickly suffused with red. The sight brought him back to full erection. This most definitely would not be Judy’s last hard spanking!
After a dozen blows Michael flung the brush aside. He then gave her another slap on her pussy for good measure, then moved behind her, grabbed her by the hips and swiftly entered her. Spanking Judy hard had been such a turn-on that it took just a few swift, hard fucks to bring him to climax, and he shot his load into her tight pussy. Judy’s arousal was way behind Michael’s and she moaned in frustration as she felt him pull out, leaving her empty, sore and frustrated. As he released his grip on her hips she slid down and sat on the cold, hard tiled floor. Her face was tear-stained.
“There. You got what you wanted. Something to take your mind off your presentation. If you need any more, you’ll have to do it yourself. I’m late!” Michael quickly towelled of the shaving foam, grabbed an electric razor and stalked from the room to finish dressing.
Judy eased herself onto her knees and gingerly felt her bottom. It was burning and the skin felt paper-thin. She placed a hand between her legs, soothing the tingling in her pussy. She felt his cum oozing from her and she used the lubricant to tease her clitoris, but the mood was gone. Her pussy lips were tender from the spanking and the rough assault of the fucking. As she gently stroked the tender lips to ease the pain, she pondered what had just happened. She did like spanking whether she was giving or receiving, but it had always been for fun, not hard and in anger like this one. Every other time she’d had a stinging bum, the pain had quickly been replaced by pleasure as Michael lapped at her pussy and ass from behind, or fucked her long and deep with her bum in the air. And he always made sure she came before he got his release. Everything had gone wrong with her plan, and now she had pissed off Michael and she was still stressed and anxious about the presentation. With a sigh, she got up and set about cleaning herself up for the day ahead.
Judy sat a little uncomfortably on her train ride into the office, very aware of the heat in her bottom. The initial pain of the bath brush spanking had eased into a warm tingle that now excited her. She had some sore spots that made her sit carefully, but nothing too bad. She suspected she would have some bruises though, because she had bruised Michael with the brush when she’d been over-excited when spanking him. Next mornign hse saw the marks when he got up for a shower but she didn’t dare tell him. She had been secretly excited at the thought of him changing at the gym where the other guys would see the marks and know he got spanked at home. This time it would be her turn to show her tell-tale tail if she wanted to relax pool-side this weekend.
Michael had certainly given her a spanking to remember. Next time she got hold of that bath brush she would make sure he knew what it felt like. She imagined pinning him down by sitting on his back while she larruped him with the brush, turning his firm buttocks a deep red. The thought turned her on once more, her earlier frustrations mounting again. She glanced around guiltily, certain her fellow passengers must sense her arousal. She squeezed her thighs together to ease her frustration, and thought again about that morning. It wasn’t the spanking – she knew she had deserved that by biting his cock. Maybe even wanted it. Getting her pussy spanked was new, and it hurt, but it was definitely something she would do again. No, the problem had been that he had taken her by surprise with the swiftness of his assault. He probably only spanked her for a couple of minutes before he fucked her. When it was for fun the play went on much longer. The more she thought about the morning, the more she turned herself on and the familiar feeling she got in their play spankings quickly returned. Judy knew she would ask for a hard spanking again. It hurt like hell at the time but she definitely liked feeling the effects for some time afterwards. And the pussy spanking left a delicious tenderness all through her cunt. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to get it again, if she knew she would get her rewards afterwards.
She closed her eyes to relive the moments, edited to her own satisfaction. First, she would bend Michael over, then give him a long, hard bath brush spanking. She would play with his ass and balls as she did so, keeping him hard and ready. Once he was thoroughly warmed up, she would go over his lap for a hand spanking. Then she would go on hands and knees, presenting her open charms for his attention. She would have him lick her bum and pussy then let him spank her hard with the brush. She would tell him to spank her on her wrinkly bum hole and her pussy to make them sting. Then she would lay him on his back, face his feet and ride his pole like an erotic dancer. The position worked for them both – his cock pressed on her g-spot, and he adored the sight of her pussy and ass as she rode him. They would explode to orgasm together. Fantasising about her games was making her very wet and very ready. She knew she would head straight to the rest rooms when she got to the office. She would lock the door, drop her panties and frig herself to orgasm. At last she would get the release she craved and her stress levels would drop before she had to make her presentation. With a plan in mind Judy settled into her seat and closed her eyes, replaying her newest fantasy, just to keep her fires burning.
At her office, Judy made a dash for the ladies rest room, intent on finishing the morning’s business. With a single focus she headed for the door when a voice called her from behind. It was her boss, Mr. Forsyth. “Judy, just the person. Quickly.”
“Can I have a minute – I need the bathroom.” She felt her excitement ebb like the whispy memories of a dream on waking.
“No, no – I won’t keep you. London’s on the line. I just need your soothing voice to placate them on the Thompson deal.”
Resignedly, Judy stepped into Mr. Forsyth’s office. Her sexual frustration was unsatisfied, her stress levels were rising and she was getting a tension headache. Damn you, Michael!
To be continued …..
Regular readers will spot a change to my site – a new header image. Not sure if I will keep this or not – I do like the old one with the kneeling girl and my favourite spanking toy – the riding crop.
What do you think. This one:
Or this one:
I like the intimacy of the latter, with her fully clothed master and the glimpse of her pussy lips suggesting further delights to follow, but who cannot like a row of five warmed bottoms on display.
Choices, choices.* Former image came from a link to girlspanksgirl.com, found on spankingblog.com. The submissive crop image is a Google sourced image.
I apologise for my tardiness in posting. I’ve been away. Not that any excuse should spare my bottom blushes I’m sure, but there you have it. Miranda has already promised to give me lines as a penance – and I am sure you can imagine the kind she has in mind.
Well, sad to say, but it seems summer is done for another year 😦
But with the advent of Fall comes a bevvy of new college beauties needing the firm hand of the Professor to instill some academic rigour. In that vein, I offer you the delights of National Lampoon.
I can see a short story in my future postings to supplement this fine artwork. For now, your imaginations must suffice.