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Dental Exposure

A few months back, before the blight of winter, we had a bright, beautiful day. Just the day to spend sitting on the deck or by a nice lake somewhere. I, however, was at the dentist’s. I’d lost a filling and I needed an emergency appointment. Not the best way to start the day but it was rather painful and needs must.

I’d just sat down when the receptionist stood up from her desk. As she stepped out it was like one of those slow motion scenes for shampoo. She flicked her hair back and I swear I heard harps. Such a gorgeous, sweet, sweet young thing, mid twenties maybe? I couldn’t help but stare (well I could, but why would I?). She wore this soft blue sweater that clung to every curve, and she had plenty of curves to cling to. She barely wore a tight little skirt that had given up the long journey south and now sat somewhere north of the mid line of her thighs. I lingered there for a while – legs and bums are my thing, for sure, but then my eyes were drawn down as if by magnetism to the most amazingly impractical heels I’ve ever seen outside of a nightclub. Talk about form over function! This vision then tottered out from behind her desk and over to where I was sat. I was mesmerised by the way her name badge jostled and bounced, perched seemingly atop her left tit. I wondered whether the pin was actually part of a nipple piercing. I was, as I say, mersmerised – hypnotised almost. And then she shattered the illusion.

She did that silly little bend, knees forward, butt thrust backwards and hands on her knees, lowering herself to somewhere about a foot above my head. I was staring straight at her name badge nipple piercing – Stephanie, it said. Her breasts jostled within her tight sweater as she bent forwards, and her nipple badge bobbed her name up and down. I was aware that my head was following the dance, and I dragged my head upwards to meet her eyes. Her bright blue eyes, succulent lips and perfect hair. I was entranced. And then she twittered at me.

“I’m so sorry Mr Teisberg, but Dr Puller has been caught up with another client. He’s probably going to be about a half hour late, is that okay?” Her voice raised along with her eyebrows, mock compassion oozing from her pores. “If you’d like, I can try to slot you in somewhere else, but it might be a tight squeeze.” I smirked, of course. Perched over as she was, my eyes had flicked down from her face, over her boobs and back towards her pertly proffered bottom, poised perfectly for a firm spanking before a ‘tight squeeze’ up her firm young arse. The mental image of her stripped and panting was sending blood coursing to cock-central. I tweaked my smirk to something I hoped was a smile, but more likely passed for gas.

“Not a problem,” I squeaked. I gave a quick harrumphing cough. “Not a problem at all. I’m in no rush. I’ll wait for him. Thanks, err” – my eyes flickered back again to her name badge – “Stephanie.”

She gave a nervous giggle, no doubt fazed by my Jokeresque grimace earlier, my lecherous gazing at her breast, and perhaps the tent that had appeared in my groin area. “Hehe – okay then, I’ll let him know,” and off she tottered as swiftly as her heels would allow. Her buttocks roiled in their tight sheath as she hastened back to the safety of the reception desk.

Realising the prospect of imminent exploration had sadly passed, my pocket snake disappeared like a conger eel back into its cave, taking with him a goodly bunch of pubic hairs. I attempted a surreptitious adjustment, glancing round innocently as I fumbled in my crotch. My gaze then locked with Stephanie’s. Her look of disdainful horror made me look away quickly and I grabbed for a magazine. My hand landed on Mother and Baby, and a headline article on ‘breast-feeding, public or private?’ I quickly tossed that one aside and rummaged through a selection of Women’s Weekly, Home and Garden and The Economist. I sighed, obviously too audibly because young Stephanie stared across at me once more, before tottering back over to me and assuming the same butt thrusting stance from earlier.

“Mr Teisberg, is everything okay?” she enquired, without really giving a flying fuck to my answer. “Only, I can’t help noticing you seem to be in some discomfort. Maybe I can help?” Her voice flicked up at the end and her head tilted. Oh sweet Jesus, the stuff of fantasy! This young receptionist is going to take me out back and blow me!  Of course, the old fella was up and out of his cave in an instant, dragging more pubes along with him like seaweed in the ocean waves. I thrust backwards in my seat to give him room to grow without depilating my entire crotch. She recognised my distress, bless her, but not for the right reasons.

“Don’t you worry, lots of people get anxious at the dentist. Don’t try to hold it, the bathrooms are just round the corner here. Come on, I’ll show you.” And she tottered off, leaving me to follow those bouncing buttocks as I desperately tried to reposition my erection to allow walking in an upright position.

She held open the bathroom door and I scooted inside and locked the door. At least now I could make my adjustments in peace! I undid my belt, unzipped and eased my pants and underwear down. The old chap bobbed around in the cool air, like a Labrador catching a scent. I gave him a squeeze, of course, and rolled my ball sack for good measure and he stretched and stiffened like a body builder, popping up to his full, rigid glory, dribbling pre-cum dripping like drool from panhandler’s mouth outside McDonalds. I stroke that over his head, of course, and now I was full-on wanking in the dentist’s bathroom.

“STOP IT, you dirty fucker,” screamed my sane brain. My reptilian brain, on the other hand, was driving my hand up and down my shaft while showing a porn flick of Stephanie, bending forward with hands on knees, skirt up and bare arsed for spanking, tits out and swaying with each slap. As I felt the passion rising I mentally turned her around so she could suck my dick and I grunted my way through the best imaginary blowjob I’ve ever had. I was leaning back against the wall in recovery mode, dick still semi-rigid and cum all over my fingers when there was a tap at the door.

It was Stephanie. “Mr Tiesberg? Is everything okay? You sound as if you’re in distress. Can you answer me please? Mr Teisberg?  Are you okay? or I will have to open the door.”

I started – well, not quite, since I’d already finished – I mean I jumped as she knocked at the door. I mumbled something quite incoherent and I took a step forward to snatch a handful of toilet roll of the dispenser, only my trousers had slipped to my ankles as I’d been wanking myself. As I took that fateful step, my upper body moved forward but my feet did not. I reached out my hand reached out to break my fall, but the smear of cum served sa an excellent lubricant on the porcelain of the bowl and my hand slipped straight off. I went straight down and cracked my head on the toilet bowl. I landed hard. My left hand hit the tile first, rapidly followed by 200lbs of manflesh. My wrist took the worst and I felt the snap. I screamed out in pain, of course, writhing on my belly with one arm disabled, my head pouring blood and my right hand sliding over the floor as I tried to gain purchase.

It was as I managed to bring my knees under me that the door burst open. I heard this, rather than saw it, since my naked butt was now thrust upwards, giving poor Stephanie a never-to-be erased view of my winking eye and depleted cock, followed by the bloody sight of my face hard down on the bathroom tile.

I’m forever grateful that she closed that door, though not before old Mrs Handiforth had been escorted past for her routine cleaning. I caught her comment about someone having a pug-ugly flat-faced dog in the bathroom as she caught sight of my nether regions. My memories thereafter are blissfully vague. I think I passed out because the next thing I recall is being strapped down to a stretcher by a burly paramedic, named Jason, according to the name and phone number inked on my palm. I’d obviously made quite the impression as he rescued me.

I received a letter a week or so later, recommending alternative dentists in the area. Jason wrote too, but that’s another story.

Missy and the Judge

Missy rapped Judge’s door

The command came too soon

To enter his chambers

And pay for the Piper’s tune

 

Judge gazed on her beauty

Such an angelic face

But lurking beneath that

She hid her family’s disgrace

 

Judge stood from his chair

Stared her straight in the face

He wanted to make her

Afraid of this place

 

”Now listen here, Missy

You’ve been quite the lass

You’ve been sharing your virtue

With your whole graduating class”

 

“Your folks if they could

They’d have you off to the jail

But I persuaded ‘em rightly

You just need a sting in the tail”

 

“So let’s get right to it

I’ve a lot to get done

Get yourself in position

I will not make this fun”

 

Missy shucked off her jeans

Dropped her pants to the ground

Stepped out of her garments

And turned right around

 

She bent from the waist

And she touched her toes

She spread her feet wide

And she held that pose

 

The Judge stared at her beauty

And he sucked in his cheeks

As he gazed lustily on

Her toned naked physique

 

With firm rounded buttocks

And a deep cleft in between

Leading down past her asshole

To the sweetest pussy he’d seen

 

The Judge tried to speak

Tried to sound real butch

But instead he just gasped

And sputtered and such

 

He coughed and he spat

All that tough guy stuff

And he tried once again

With a voice deep and gruff

 

“Now listen her Missy,

You put your family to shame

You know you’re a bad’un

And I need to whip in some pain”

 

“There’s a long list of boys

Who they tell me you’ve fucked

And a few of the girls

Who’s pussies you’ve sucked”

 

“I saw with my own eyes

Your shamelessly brazen display

When I peeped in your window

When your folks were away”

 

“You were down on your knees

Your bare ass sticking up

With a big rubber dildo

Plugging your tight little butt”

 

“Young Joshua was with you

You had his dick in your mouth

And then up your arsehole

When that dildo popped out”

 

“He fucked you so deeply

His balls slapped your cunt

As he reamed out your asshole

And then he came with a grunt”

 

“I said a strapping would cure you

Make you think twice ‘bout sex

And I offered to do it

With your Pappy’s bad neck”

 

With no further ado

The Judge whipped out his strap

And raised the thick leather

High over his back

 

He whipped that strap down

Striking Missy’s full moons

She screamed bloody murder

As the sweet agony ballooned

 

Again and again,

Judge whipped her cheeks raw

‘Til her bottom was glowing

And her cheeks were quite sore

 

Judge threw down the strap then,

To admire the sight

Of Missy’s firm buttocks

So glowing and tight

 

He took both her cheeks

And spread them apart

And just as he did so

She let out a fart

 

He leapt back in shock

At the sudden warm gust

He was quite lost for words

Yet it strengthened his lust

 

“So that’s how you play it

You dirty young slut!

Well let’s stop any more gases

Sneaking out of your butt”

 

He whipped out his dick

And slicked some spit on his pole

Then pressed home his member

Into Missy’s tight hole

 

Judge fucked her quite strongly

For a man past his best

Til the tightness of arsehole

Was too much to resist

 

With a last balls deep thrust

He erupted inside

And he took a last gasp

As his heart fluttered and died

 

Now sore cross both cheeks

And sore deep in between

The dead Judge and Missy

Made a sight quite obscene

 

She forced herself upright

His cock slipped out of her bum

She felt the cool air waft

Up her stretched out rectum

 

She slipped on her knickers

Pulled her jean shorts up high

And strolled out of the Chambers

Where Judge had just died

 

 

Hubble, Bubble repost

My writing blues continue, and I wanted to share a post with you for this special day. So here it is, a repost of Hubble, Bubble from exactly a year ago. Hopefully it may encourage readers to delve into the back catalogue – and you all know how much fun that can be!!

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Hubble, double, toil and trouble

Witches wizened pussies bubble

Watching with malevolent stare

As knave and maiden strip and bare

*

Each then bound to a whipping bench

Both strapped tight against buttocks clench

Hellstrap swung with ferocious might

Knave’s scream of anguish cuts the night

*

A vicious strike, a plaintive cry

As whip tip lands on unseeing eye

Amplified yet tenfold more

As lash tip whips his manhood raw

*

Bruised and broken, knave is finished

With cross-hatched bum and cock diminished

Next maiden cries as strap lays its fire

Perversely, she thrusts her buttocks higher

*

Straining up for another stroke

As cries of anguished pleasure choke

Twelve more lashes, hard and tight

Delivered with all the witches might

*

Her buttocks hot and red and sore

Poor maiden sobs yet begs for more

Witch steps up to maiden, bound

Reaches out, without a sound

*

Witch explores the reddened rump

Traces nails ‘cross buttocks plump

Drops wrinkled hand to pubic mound

Pinches lips and stirs around

*

Stirring the molten pot within

Reveals the moistened juice of sin

Witch strokes the juicy, open cunt

Extracts a lustful, guttural grunt

*

Blacken’d nail flicks hooded clit

Scratches down the swollen slit

Fires stoked high and passions rise

And climb, and peak, and then subside

I hope y’all enjoyed this pre-Hallowe’en fun. The picture I found to be quite intriguing – sourced from Google of course, via weheartit.com. Not quite sure why one girl is up the chimney, and whether the other is spanking her, learning to fly the broomstick or is using the rough twigs to rub herself off !

C’ouch

  
Tanya’s favourite spanking position was to bend over the arm of the couch, legs straight out behind her so that her boyfriend could strap her bare arse. 

Unfortunately the people at Sears didn’t share her viewpoint. 

Happy Anniversary !!

We just had the one year anniversary for SPANK! and it has been an amazing time. As a writer I crave the attention of views and followers, comments and likes. Whilst there have not been as many active followers as I would like (ie those who comment and like) I can understand this. One handed keyboard use is tricky at the best of times. I like to think my work has caused more than a few standing ovations or damp gussets, and I hope my stories and poems have inspired a few bedroom games along the way.

Still, a year in and time for a recap: 142 followers can’t be wrong. You’ve had 100 pieces of erotic titillation including the epic A to Z Challenge piece (which I have still to finish). And close on 30,000 views in a year. Assuming even half of those views were the one-handed variety, that’s a lot of spunk generated by my work. I’m perversely proud of you all.

And along the way I’ve virtually spanked many delightful bottoms in my stories, whilst also receiving many a solid strapping or caning along the way. Writing these is as much fun as reading; many personal fantasies are lived through these words, and the imaginings have ignited many passions for Miranda and myself too.

So I hope you’ve enjoyed your first year of SPANK! and you will follow along for the second (and a little encouragement along the way would be nice 🙂 )

Looking back in the archives, here are a few of my favourites of the past year. Hope you enjoy :

Vaginal Bats

Shopping Trip Surprise

Writer’s Block

The Voyeur

Tennis Girl

Touching Your Toes

Willie the Wanker

Songs for Spanking – Fat Bottomed Girls