A wee poem!
o0o
it’s loud, yes
and sometimes even
startling;
the sound of your
vulnerability
when you’re bent over
the arm of a chair,
waiting for the cane
o0o
—M
(jk it is)
A wee poem!
o0o
it’s loud, yes
and sometimes even
startling;
the sound of your
vulnerability
when you’re bent over
the arm of a chair,
waiting for the cane
o0o
—M
And today’s. On time. Sort of.
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She’d told him she wanted to “melt into it” and that’s exactly what happened.
It all started with a very long hand spanking. It wasn’t light and she squirmed throughout, drumming her toes on the carpet when he moved to her thighs.
It’s always hard giving up the intimacy of being over a lap, but he built a cozy spot on the bed for her over a stack of pillows. She settled in, her stuffie clutched under her chest.
The first several strokes from the strap, bit. She kicked her feet and squirmed, clenching and unclenching between strokes, squealing.
But eventually, she melted. She gave into the rhythm and relaxed, getting lost in the taking and receiving.
o0o
That one’s a personal favorite. I, too, want to melt into it sometimes.
—M
Oops. Another late one. This is a bad month for this, this year, because of all the travel. Here’s a travel inspired story!
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Maisy stood with her hands on her head in the corner, her very red and very sore bottom on display, with her jeans and panties around her ankles.
“I don’t care how jet lagged you are, you will not tell me to ‘shut the fuck up’ – do you understand?”
Lisa punctuated several of these words – particularly fuck with hard smacks from the bath brush.
She nodded emphatically, unable to get an audible “yes, ma’am” out around the bar of soap in her mouth.
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Poor Maisy – travel is so stressful. Surely some peace and quiet is reasonable??
—M