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Something to remember (A D/s age-play story)
Postad:19 juni 2017 3:26 pm
Senast Uppdaterad:29 mars 2024 1:4 am
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I was 18 and a bit of a wild hair. Being young looking and small most people thought I was younger then I was. Sometimes this got in the way. Like when I wanted something at a store and the clerk would pass me by to help an "adult". I had gotten my own place when I turned 18 with an inheritance I got when my real Dad died. For the past four years since He died I was not really punished for anything. My dad had been the disciplinarian and my mom did not have it in here. I tried to give her reason. The most I got was a lax grounding of threats of a spanking. What I wanted was not threats but action. There is something about knowing it will happen that can make you feel safe. Ok, if you are the type that wants boundaries that is.
I had met a really nice couple a few weeks ago. Last night we were talking and somehow the subject shifted to discipline in the home from some tv show. When I actually seemed interested the conversation took off. They told me about how being punished, or even the threat of it helped them. They must have noticed how I was soaking up every word they said. They asked If I was ever spanked growing up. I told them my dad had spanked me when I was young but he died a few years ago. After telling me they were sorry I went on. I do not know why but for some reason I started telling them about my secret desire. They just sat there trying not to smile to much. I felt like I had met people that understood what I really wanted. It wasn't to be independent and self determined. What I really wanted was to feel safe and protected. I wanted to know someone cared enough to punish like I was still that fourteen year old girl when I needed it. We talked for hours before I finally started yawning. We said are good byes and I went back to my apartment.
I could not stop thinking about that strange conversation. It was like I was missing something. They had said they always wanted a daughter or even a niece. That night I had the strangest dream. I dreamed I was fourteen again and my dad was lecturing me about my attitude while he was gone. He told me I was going to get the belt. As I rolled over on the bed while he took off his belt the dream changed. When I woke up in the morning I could remember how let down I felt.
I grabbed my phone and checked for messages I missed. There was one from my new friends. "We enjoyed the talk last night. Any time you need to talk to someone let us know". That was the coolest text I had ever gotten. I texted them back and told them there was something, if they meant there last text. A few minutes later I got a reply asking if I wanted to meat up or talk on the phone as it would be easier then texting. We agreed to meet up at a coffee shop near by.
When I got there I grabbed a latte and headed to a privet booth near the back. The place was not busy and I had a few minutes until she was going to get there. I collected my thoughts and wrote out a basic list of what I wanted to tell her. Mostly stupid stuff I had done and that I could not seem to get the motivation to do other things I wanted to. I was deep in though with my list when someone sat down across the table. I was about to tell them the seat was taken and they should bugger off. I looked up and she was sitting there patiently sipping her coffee. I slid my list aside and smiled sheepishly, "Sorry. I didn't see you sit down".
"I figured as much. You seemed lost in what ever you were writing, so I did not want to interrupt you". she said with a warm smile. "Not to ply dear. Was that a list of what you wanted to talk about?"
I was a little embraced that it was so obvious I blushed and just nodded. She must have known I was out of my element with all this, what ever was going on. She reached across the table and put a hand on mine. "It is ok sweat heart. You can tell me anything". The way she said it made me believe it. It also made me feel like I was a kid about to tell my mom something I was going to get in trouble for. The butterflies started in my stumic and I started figiting like when I was fourteen. I smiled and my cheeks flushed red. For some reason my cheeks always flushed when I was imbariced. "You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to." she said and she eyed my note pad with curiousity. I could not bring myself to speak so I slid the notes across the table for her. She read everything I had written and probably what I had not. We just sat there in silence drinking as she read and re-read the list.
When she had finished going over my little inpromptu list she put her drink down and looked me in the eyes. She seemed to be deciding something. Sudenly she let out a long breath and smiled. "Do you want to know what I think you need to help with these things and the ones you are not telling me about?" her voice was kind yet motherly somehow. I clung to my almost empty cup for security expecting her to get up and walk out. I nodded a few times wating for the rejection. She reached out and guided the cup onto the table and took both my hands in hers and looked into my eyes. She leaned in close so no one would hear her. "I think you want someone to punish you like you were a fourteen year old girl again when you missbehaive. I think it is long past time that you got your little bottom whipped with the strap. Do you agree young lady?" She was actually lecturing me and threatening me like I was her kid. Her voice was low and had a since of athority I did not realise I was missing. She sat there wating for her words to sink in. It must have be clear on my face when they did. I lowered my face slightly and looked down at my cup. I felt a soft finger hook under my chin and gently raise my face so I could see the understanding smile. "Am I to take your responce to meen you agree?" She was genuinely interested and it surprised me. I whispered just loud enough for her to hear, "Yes Ma'am". I felt like I did when I was a kid and just got told I was going to get the belt. It was the straingest feeling. She still had her finger under my chin when she said the next thing. "It sounds like your dad was the disciplinarian. Would you feel better if he spanked you, or would you rather I did it?". I was floored. Was she accually telling me that her husband would spank me as if I was his daughter? No, His teenage daughter. Then it hit me what she was saying. She wasn't just talking about this one time. She was talking about whenever I felt I needed it. My mind started to race with possable meenings and mixed with my own desires and fantacies. She must have seen it in my face because she dropped my chin and took my hands in hers. "We can do it this one time. If you really don't want to do it, we can just talk as friends." My building hopes felt like they had just been crushed. She seemed to understand my reaction and squeezed my hands gently. "We both really like you and always wanted a daughter like you. We would really like to help you deal with your list and what ever isn't on it, if you would like. All we ask is that you give us the joy of having the teenage daughter we always wanted. You don't have to answear today but we would appresiate you letting us know one way or the other." I was not as surprised by what she told me as my reaction. I was exited at the idea. Suddenly I wanted to know everything about her idea. My mind started racing with questions. She seemed to be able to tell my answear and she raised a hand to place it on my cheek like she was imaginine slapping me. Maybe that was just me as I always wanted to be slapped for smarting off. She also seemed to know what I was thinking because she gave me a verry lite almost playfull slap and smiled. "Is that what you were thinking about?" she asked quietly. The words just slipped out before I could stop them, "Yes Ma'am. only harder like you want to." She seemed to melt for a second. "Next saterday. Come over Friday night before ten and bring enough things for the weekend, incase you don't change your mind. We can try out the whole thing for a weekend first so you don't feel pressured." I could not hold it back and it just came out. "Is he really going to , whip my ass with the strap as his teenage daughter?" She got an odd look on her face and looked like she would like to slap me, just to see what I'd do. "Watch your mouth young lady." She scolded in a motherly voice as she shook her finging at me half playing half serious. I looked around the nearly empty cafe and noticed we had complete privicy so I tilted my cheek to her slightly and whispered hoping, "You can slap me if you want to. I wont make a seen." She smiled and looked around to make sure no one would see or hear it. Then her hand flashed from the table and across my cheek making my head snap to the side. At first there was just a slapping sound, like on tv. Then it started to sting. I slowly raised my hand to touch my now stinging cheek in surprise at how it accually felt to be slapped. I looked back at her and smiled weakly as I carrested my stinging cheek so she knew I was ok with it. She relaxed and we got another drink. I had to know what to expect from my up coming spanking, so I asked her. She had no problem filling me in on what to expect. I was exited and scarred at the same time. I don't know if it was all the latte or what but I was figiting. Sudenly I could not hold my curiousity in. I had been slapped and I knew she was holding back. So I just asked her what was raging inside me. "Do you mind if we go to my place, so we can talk better? You can, you know... slap me for real and punish me as you teenage daughter for it if you want to." I felt mental just bringing it up. She just smiled and said, "I think that is a wonderfull idea dear. You could use an taist of what to expect. Thank you by the way. I'll just call my husband and let him know". When she got done telling him what we were going to do we headed to her car.
As we drove the short distence she lectured me as her teenage daughter about my attitude. "You had better hope I do not tell your Dad about your language young lady.", she went on making me feel like I accually was her daughter. When we got to my apartment I walked in first and flipped the lightes on. I didn't have to worry about my naughbers hearing anything as the walls were verry thick. You couldn't hear it when the radio was blarring so if I let out a scream or two it wouldn't be noticed. She must have noticed when she came in and saw the walls. "I'm guessing we don't have to worry about privacy", she said to her self braking the mood for a second before returning to her role. She reached out and grabbed my arm when I shut the door and locked it. She jurked me over to her and glarred into my face. She had warned me that she would make herself mad enough at me as her daughter for my behaivor. So I knew that was what she was doing. I couldn't help cringe and cower a little. She was taller and bigger then me. Next to her I looked and felt like a fourteen year old again. She started lecturing me again and when my eyes wandered to something I heard a loud sharp slap and my head snappen to the side with enough force that I lost my ballance and landed on the sofa. My face started to sting more then at the cafe. She had slapped me for real and it stung bad enough to make my eyes start to water.
She looked down at me to see what I was going to do. I could tell she wanted to know if I was going to go through with it when things got real, or not. I just looked up at her and bit my lip as tears formed. She must have gotten the answer she wanted by my reaction. She put her hands on her hips and glared down at me. I got the idea she was about to start getting mad enough to actually spank me as her teenage daughter, for real. "Sit your little butt at the table and get your homework done young lady!" she said pointing to the kitchen table and glaring at me. I got up, grabbed my laptop and headed to the table to do my homework. I did not have any school books so faked it with a book I was reading anyway. She looked at the title and seemed satisfied. I sat there for what must have been an hour while she watched the news. She kept an eye on me to make sure I was still doing my homework. I had just kept reading until she made the next move. I was rivaling in not being in control of things. She was going to take charge and I was going to decide how much to push it. She had told me I was going to get a taste of what a real punishment was like so I was going to act like the teenager they wanted.
Finally she finished watching the news when the doorbell rang. I almost panicked but then remembered that no one would have know what was going on. I just had a friend over, nothing odd about that. She noticed my reaction and smiled slightly. "Pizza's here. Put your homework away and set the table". I was a little confused as I had not known she ordered anything. She got up and took the pizza giving the driver some money. It must have been a lot more then he expected because he happily thanked her and wished her a good day. She shut the door with her foot and turned around. I was already there and offered to take it. This seemed like another one of those little moments. She smiled warmly for a second and then returned to her role. "It's hot. I wouldn't want you to drop it." she said as if I was a klutz or something. "I'm not a klutz, geeze", I mumbled under my breath like when I was a kid. Her eyes narrowed and her eyebrows rose. "Excuse me? would you like to repeat that young lady?" She said with a strong threat that would not be a smart idea. I was not stupid and I was not ready to test things yet. The smart mouth thing would wait. "No ma'am" I said just louder then a whisper and waited to see what she was going to do when I backed down. "That's what I thought. You smart mouth me again and I will bust your little butt right then. Do you understand me?" she lectured me as she took the pizza to the counter and set it down. I lowered my face to the floor with a slight pouty face and slid my hip out, "Yes Ma'am". That must have been what she was waiting for. She reached out and grabbed my arm. She yanked me off balance and over to the table. Suddenly I was bent over the table and she was holding me down with one hand. "This is it girl, what you wanted." I told myself as I waited for her to spank me. There was a loud POP sound and a second later an area of my butt stung. I blinked and sucked in a gust of air between my teeth. "Don't you ever pop your hip out at me young lady!" Then four fast smacks to my butt. I resisted the urge to cry out and mostly succeeded. She let me up spinning me around and grabbed my chin firmly in her hand. "You are seriously begging for the belt tonight young lady. One and I mean one more thing and I'm going to remind you who the parent is and who the child is. Is that clear young lady?" She was shaking a wooden spatula in my face. That must have been what she used. I knew it did not feel like a hand. I whimpered out a yes Ma'am as submissively as I could manage with her holding my chin.
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Whipping Rock (A spanking goast story)
Postad:19 juni 2017 3:20 pm
Senast Uppdaterad:29 mars 2024 1:4 am
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Whipping Rock. I thought it was just one of those stories kids tell each other. Just another goast story to tease your freinds with. The legandd is that years ago a man used to make his daughter whait for him at a rock in the woods. She had to take whatever she was going to get a whipping with and lay it on the rock. She had to bend over the rockfor him to come. The he would take what she brought and whip her buttom for whatever she had done. My girl freinds and I like to dare each other to act out the story and see what happens.
One day I brought my report card home and showed my parents. They had the tepical reaction. They just singed it and that was that. I knew that my best freind was probably getting layed into by her dad, or would be soon. She was so worried about her grades and knew they would not be good enough. That is when I decided to actually test the legandd of Whipping Rock. We had gone and playfully messed around with it for a laugh a few times.
I was imagining being the girl in the stories the whole afternoon as I wated for the sun to set. After my parents went to bed I snuck out into the garage to get an old leather belt from a box. It was heavy, thick and looked like the kind that might have been used for this sort of thing. Just looking at it and holding it made my stumic churn thinking about getting spanked with it. I quickly grabbed some old cloths hoping that might help me imagine it. My grandmother had some of her old cloths from when she was my age in boxes so it was not to hard to find something. Then I snuck back up to my room and tried the cloths on.
Standing infrunt of my mirror I looked myself over. Remembering what my freinds said it felt like to get the belt I rubbed my buttom. The thin nylon panties I grabbed did not cover the lowest area of my buttom. I could feel my panty lines like never before through the thin cotton dress. A shiver ran up my spine at the thought of actually being the girl from the stories. Soon it was late enough I would not be seen sneaking around the woods by anyone.
I made my way through the wood with the old belt in my hands. I pretended that I was going out to that rock so my father could whip me for my grades. By the time I reached the rock I had scared myself into beleiving it was true. My legs were actually week and my stumic was notted up. I gently rapped the belt around the buckle making a strap out of the other end. Then I layed the strap on the rock, lifted my dress, pulled my panties down to my knees and bent over. The rock was a little highter then my waist so I had to hop up a little. After I was in place I started to recite the story in my head. I imagined I was the girl and her dad was coming to give me a whipping to remember. I remembered what my girl freinds said the strap felt like when they got it. I was deep in my fantasy when it happened.
The air started to stur and I could hear foot steps in the woods. A man was saying something but it sounded far off and sort of strange. He kept saying it as he got closer. I was frozen with fear and just stayed bent over staring into the woods. His words became clear and I could hear the anger in his voice. "I'm gonna skin your hide this time girl".
I could make out the shape of the man in the moon lite. He seemed to appear out of nothing. At first it was just sound, then a man started to take shape. By the time he had gotten to a few feet from me he had fully taken shape. The man towered over me. I could feel myself shaking at the idea of him accually spanking me with the strap. He scouled down at me and sounded mad when he spoke. "Grades? Did I not tell you to get your grades up young lady?" A wave of fear ran over me from the anger in his voice. "I am gonna give you a reason to get your grades up." He reached out and took the strap in his hand. I watched as he rapped the belt around his hand and had sure there was enough of a strap. I bit my lip knowing what part of the story was next.
He layed the strap over the rock next to me and looked me in the eyes. I could see a determination burning in his angry eyes. Suddenly the strap was ripped off the rock and whisled back landing in the same spot with a loud smack. Rocks and dust flew from the bolder next to me. I flinched and cringed. "I am gonna teach you a leason you'll never forget." In a flash I heard a loud snapping sound. A second later I felt it. It stung werse then anything I had felt before and I sucked in a gust of air. The strap snapped and ripped across my buttom again just as hard and I could not stop the whimper. Another lash cut deep across my lower buttom and I cringed whimpering. I could feel my eyes watering up. I started to wonder how bad I was going to get it, when another lash ripped back to my stinging buttom. I felt a warm, almost hot hand on my back pinning me to the rock. That was when he seemed to really get mad. Suddenly a loud cracking sound like a whip crack and I blinked. It felt like a thousand bees had just lined up and stung my at the same time. I started to cry out and the next lash landed on the same spot just as hard. My eyes buldged and my mouth flew open as I sucked in a gust of air to scream as a tear fell down my cheek. Before I could let it out the strap ripped across my poor stinging buttom again. A high pitched cry exploded from my mouth and I started to cross my legs back and forth. Another searing lash and I started to squirm and cry. The tears were starting to fall as he cracked the strap hard across my lower buttom again. I felt my buttom lift off the rock from the force of the lash as clawed the rock and kicked my legs. Everything was blerry from the tears as he landed two more hard fast lashes. He stopped for a moment and to my horror something happened. The blood started to flood back into my buttom at one time. Suddenly my buttom was ablaze and I couldn't help but gasp. My eyes were wide open and my mouth was clamped tight from the newly formed infurno my buttom had become. "Hold still girl, I'm just getting started with you loung lady!" He snaraled the words as he took his hand from my back. I was fully focused on the fire ingulfing my buttom when a loud whip crack rang out. I lurched forward, blinked and another ripping crack rang out. It felt like he had hit me twice in one swing. I let out a shreek and started to shake as the tears fell. I was just shakeing and trying to breath as the next set of lashes ripped across my buttom. I was sure he was accually ripping flesh off with every lash now. Another set of lashes and it felt like my buttom was raw. I was bounding on the rock with my hands as I shook and let out a long whimpering cry. The strap whisled and cut into my buttom so hard it seemed like it bent in half as I raised my crst off the rock with my arms. Another lash cought me and I crashed hard back onto the rock with a gust of air. My mind raced between sets of lashes about my grades and how I wanted to be whipped with a strap. Now all I wanted was for him to stop. I whished so bad I had gotten better grades and this was going to be my motivation. If he would just stop whipping me I would not missbehave again. I was yanked out of my thoughts with a set of four hard fast ripping lashes. I sank to the rock and just slowly squirmed as I shreeked silently. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs but I could not make a sound. I could not beleave how bad my buttom stung and burned. It felt like he had whipped all the skin off the lower half of my buttom. I heard a slapping sound next to me and the tinging of the buckle on rock. "Think about that next time you decide to get grades like these again young lady. Pull your panties up and get in bed or you are getting another whipping for disobaying me. I will be watching you from now on. Don't think I can not come into your room and whip you." A wave of fear washed over me as I realized there was another part to the story. I always wanted someone to spank me if I deserved it. Now I had the goast of Whipping Rock and it seemed I had better start behaving from now on. I heard him walk back into the woods as slid painfully off the rock. My legs were so weak I could hardly stand and had to lean on the rock to hold myself up. I slowly squatted down to pick my panties off the ground and put them back on. I slid them on with a silent shreak and let my dress fall down into place. It felt like my panties and dress were going to burst into flames from the fire in my buttom. I took the strap with shaking hands and put it on around my waist then collected my shoes. I had to slowly limp back through the woods. Every step folded the crease under my buttom and shifted my panties and dress. I had warn soft clothing but now every movement felt like sandpaper. I could hear His foot steps behind me driving me on.
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