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Rosy Pays Her Dues
by Rosy B. Goode (address withheld)
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A little spanking never hurt anyone, not really. (MF,
sm, spank)
***
Ok, so I knew I'd have something coming for posting my
delurk... it was, after all, a very naughty thing to do.
Here I sit at the Powerbook all freshly bathed,
softened, and scented, wearing the ruffled pink skirt
tucked up behind, while L.P. takes his shower.
I have a good reason to suspect that a switch (actually,
he had me go out and cut two) may be coming up in the
immediate future for me. At a good guess I will be
pretty immobilized by the time that happens... gee, I
can't decide whether to drool or dread... switches
definitively push my limits.
I can take quite a bit of paddling these days, naughty
girl that I am, but I sometimes wimp pretty quickly with
switches. And do I really remember suggesting that the
little hour-glass go down, with the other toys?;-) Three
minutes isn't really that long, but with the right
toys/techniques it can be made to seem like a very long
time, and the point of the timer, after all, is that
while a little mercy may be shown, stopping is not on.
To top it all off, he just came out from the bedroom to
find me working on this little story of my naughtiness.
Rosy will not belie her name tonight! I'll try to let
you all know later how it went... we're going to try
audio taping this one to aid my memory.
Bye for now.
Well, Rosy is definitely rosy tonight, perhaps even a
touch raw. Over four hours later, not only is the glow
still on, but some welts from the most intensive
switching I have yet received do remain. I am sitting,
but am very aware still of what my bottom experienced
tonight, as it paid the price for new heights of
naughtiness.
When we went downstairs, to where the PA speakers live,
the stimulants for the tableau were lined up neatly on
the monitors... a poly cooking spoon, the piece of heavy
strap leather, the official "Board of Education" that we
got at a yard sale, the "crystal wand" (a purple plastic
fly swatter with a clear plastic handle), a webbing
belt, the crop, and those fresh limber switches!
L.P. surprised me tonight with a slightly different
method for tying me over the P.A. speaker cabinets,
standing on concrete blocks to give me more lift, and my
knees tied a different way, more spread than ever, and
slightly bent out. Extremely lewd and lascivious... very
naughty!
My hands start off cuffed behind me (a bandana around
each wrist and those little camping clips like mini-
carabiners do a nice job). I stand, leaning on the
speakers, bum jutting out on one side, breasts on the
other. The poly spoon comes first (the kind that is
molded in one piece to mimic a wooden one).
This is my first experience with one of these BB, though
they have been doing a great job of punching through
whatever I am wearing when I confess to or am caught at
bottom-rubbing. They are much more wicked than wooden
spoons, through clothing anyway. L.P. begins quite
steadily snap... smack... snap... smack... little
touches of fire.
Then there is a flurry of sharp smacks until I beg and
plead. He stops, and moves around to mouth my nipples,
telling me not to twitch away. My nipples are, as
always, very sensitive. Not twitching them under the
kind of stimulation they are getting is an exquisite
torture. I gasp and moan. Despite my best efforts, my
body reacts slightly, and I am not successful in passing
this movement off as an adjustment of balance...
(shucks... I thought it was worth a try)
Smack, snap, smack, snap, I ooo and ow as that wicked
poly again attacks my plump parts. I can't decide which
is worse, the steady smack and snap, or the not so hard
but much faster flurries that vary the rhythm. I am
overcome and my chest comes to rest on the top of the
speaker, stretching my bottom tighter. The burning
points of fire are shading together into a rich warm
glow, and still they continue.
I whimper and murmur, "Oh, those really are wickeder
than wooden ones." He stops for a minute to kiss me and
then resumes his task... ow-ow-ow-ow-ow- ow-... it just
keeps stinging. My hands are still behind me, and I find
I am being smothered by my hair, so I ask him quite
nicely to arrange it for me. He obliges, and then takes
up the piece of strap leather.
This is a much broader kind of burn, and after half a
dozen or so good strokes he asks me, "Do you remember
the ostensible purpose for this occasion?" I reply,
"Posting my delurk... (smack-ow-smack-ow)... along with
my various other little things."
"Come on," he says, "you've been doing enough naughty
things... you've been writing naughty notes." The
smacking of the leather speeds up.
Through my giggles, squeals and cries, I remark, "Oh
God, (a correspondent) will love me gettin' spanked for
that."
Now they are coming harder and faster and my giggles
quickly change to pleadings for mercy. There is another
pause for a kiss, as he fondles my stinging buns.
A new kind of sting is felt... harder, sharper,
louder... it has to be the "Board of Education". Crack!
"Ow!" Crack! "Oooo!" Crack! "Ow! Ooooo, I'm getting
educated!" I exclaim. I start to beg, "Please!" Crack!
"Ow-ow-ow... please..." Crack!
The pace slows somewhat as the force increases a bit. I
writhe and dance the little bit that my bonds allow, as
the fierce burn grows. "Oh, pleeeeease, I will be good,"
I cry out.
L.P. interrupts the proceedings to get me out of my
thong back panties and into the little harness that will
later hold the small vibrating egg. My bottom continues
to tingle throughout this process, and I hold an
awareness that, by the time we get to those switches, it
will indeed be in an extremely sensitive state. The
change requires my legs to be untied briefly. Then, they
are retied tighter and more spread than ever, my hands
now cuffed in front.
I guess L.P. thinks I may have cooled off somewhat
during these proceedings. My once more well-displayed
rear end receives an all-over flurry of sharp cuts
causing me to squeal, "Oh no... ow-ow-ow, not the
crystal wand!" (the handle, which is much sharper that
the swatter part). He stops, and his hand defines the
area which is now red. Six more very sharp cuts, and he
comes for a kiss and then the webbing belt wraps lines
around my tender cheeks over and over and over.
"Ow... that hurts... ow... please... I'll do anything
you say!"
He stops and says, "Well, time for your last warm up
item." He begins to work his magic with the crop (he
really is an artist with the crop). Carefully placed
tongues of fire work their way around my flaming ass, as
I alternately giggle, squeal, moan, and finally howl as
speed and intensity both increase, "Please, oh please-
please-please-please-ow-ow-ow!"
Another brief pause, as L.P. runs upstairs to get
something. "If you're not back in five minutes, I might
untie myself and come up to see if you need CPR!" I call
out laughing as he starts up the stairs. He returns very
quickly however, and says, "Five minutes indeed, you
might untie yourself... dream on... dream on!" I laugh
and moan. He attacks my rear end with a very fast
flapping back-and-forth of the crop, a new technique,
which brings on a giggle-and-ow attack.
"Bet you didn't know that could be done with the crop,"
he says with laughter in his voice.
"Well, if anyone could do it it'd be you," I reply.
He laughs and kisses my soft hot lips. Then the cropping
resumes more earnestly, though still pretty fast. I ow-
and-please and before long he stops and begins to
stimulate me in other more lascivious ways. I laugh and
moan and purr, as he rubs my sex and plays with my
nipples again.
He decides it is time to plug me, and gets the 'jelly'
plug, which transmits so well when touched by a
vibrator. He begins the insertion, telling me I had
better hold still. As the plug, slippery with Love Balm,
begins its passage I moan and gasp, and hold myself open
and relaxed, resisting the urge to squeeze.
He slips a finger up my slit to caress my clitoris and
the urge to squeeze becomes stronger. At last I succumb.
He informs me I will be spanked hard while I continue to
hold still. The webbing draws lines of fire across my
already blazing cheeks again and again. Once more, I
plead for another chance, and as I am doing a very nice
job of holding still for the belting he doesn't make me
beg too long.
He gives me the little vibrating egg to get into place,
smack dab on my love button, and changes my hands to
clipped behind my back which balances me better for
standing to present my breasts.
He informs me that the next time I move or squeeze he
will get the switches and the timer. I am holding the
vibrator controller behind me so either of us can turn
it on. He proceeds to do so, at minimum speed and then
simultaneously attacks my breasts with one hand, and
sometimes his mouth, while his other hand teases my
plugged hole with the other vibrator.
Gasping and moaning, I know I am doomed to the
switches... I can only hold really still under this kind
of stimulation for so long... then the twitch-and-
squeeze overcomes me. He removes his pants, and gets the
switches. Once again I bend further to rest my body on
the top of the speaker cabinets. He stands on my left
side, on a little stool so that I can turn my head and
reach his hot member with my soft mouth.
The switching will not stop, I know, once the timer has
been turned over, but if I am very sweet, it might not
fall quite as fast or as sharply.
The timer is turned over and I hear the first whistle-
and-swish as the switch flies to its destiny. Oh, it
burns, and he is really being quite merciful, not using
nearly as much force as he could. He steadily switches
away, over and over and over, my cries and pleadings and
moans rather muffled by his erect penis in my mouth.
I turn up the egg, but it is not enough to really
distract me from the cutting burn of the switch as it
wraps its fiery lines across and around my naughty bum.
I cannot see the timer, as I am now bent flat over the
speaker, buttocks tight and stretched. I can only trust
in my lover to keep track as an eternity seems to pass
and still I hear those wicked swishes through the air,
preludes to those burning lines of fire. I beg and
tongue and plead and suck, knowing that my pleas will,
for awhile, be ignored, but unable to contain them.
Finally, the air remains silent, and he tells me the
timer is up. He has me turn a little sideways, so my
left nipple is available to play with, which he proceeds
to do, continuing to give me occasional sharp cuts with
the switch. I don't know if my bottom has ever burned
quite so hot from his attentions.
Finally, I beg and plead for anything but the switch,
and he lays it down and picks up the poly spoon. Even a
light blow from the spoon sears my red and welted
bottom, but I know it will be useless to beg, since I
asked for the change. I cannot help but squeal and yelp,
though as the combined stimulus of the little vibrator,
my tender-teased nipple, and my blazing bottom brings me
closer to orgasm.
It is also impossible to really keep still and blows
come a little harder. Finally I explode, in one of the
most mind-blowing climaxes we have yet achieved. I beg
him to take me... a plea he can never resist, and my
welted and sore behind rubs against his groin. It feels
so good to have him there... pressing against me and
then slapping himself against me as his own satisfaction
nears.
As his moans and cries get louder and he loses himself
in the intensity of feeling I am once again wonder-
struck at the way our trust has grown to make this
exquisite and powerful excitement possible. And as he
collapses, spent and satisfied, I give thanks for this
wonderful love that keeps getting stronger and ever more
exciting after all these years.
Rosy has been naughty, and has (for now!) paid her dues.
Now what do you think she will get for writing and
posting a story this naughty? I'll keep you posted!
END
WARNING! Do not try this at home with your stereo
speakers! giggle Ours are a fringe benefit of having a
rock band... big heavy reinforced suckers built of 3/4"
ply and weighing in at over 100 lbs. apiece! REPEAT
WARNING: Home stereo speakers will not take the stress!
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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