Correction

Alas, there's still more assignments to be done. However, after 50 weeks straight of my academic course, I am getting close to a point where I get a bit of a rest. I come here to give myself some kinky inspiration to see me through a lot of rather verbose writing over the next few days. I really do need to connect with that part of me that must remain hidden to the rest of the world every day. Hence, I offer this photograph.

Here's what I love about it:

-  She's not completely naked. It somehow adds to the vulnerability and humiliation.
-  He has his shirt sleeves rolled up.
-  He's fully and formally dressed.
-  He's concentrating so hard.
-  He's got his whole body involved with the swing.
-  She's wincing already knowing what is to come.
-  The man reminds me of a young Al Pacino.
-   He's got her on her elbows so that her bottom is nice and high.

I'll leave you good folks to conjure up the scene this time but my money is on the fact that she'd been a little too cheeky and before he takes her out to the restaurant he needs to remind her of her place. A few stripes on her backside will ensure a much more enjoyable evening for him. It's really as simple as that.

 And so I return to the land of cultural theories. Whilst you are having your perverted fun, perhaps you'd be kind enough to spare a thought for me.

Naughty Samantha

A woman I know very well is gay and in the time I have known her over the decades she's had five partners. All her partners have been 'the boss'. She's been submissive to them all and what they say goes. I was sitting next to the last partner at a dinner a few years ago now, the partner before the current one, when she told me that Jan had wanted a particular painting and she had bought it for her. However, she was not permitted to hang it until she did something that she had been told to do. Since she hadn't complied with the command the picture had not been hung. Wow! I didn't think that a woman could be quite so committed to instilling obedience in a partner but it seems I was quite wrong about that. I've since come to understand that 'Mistresses' can be quite committed and severe with a submissive woman 

On a side note, Jan once called me and asked me if I'd help her at her new place of employment. She had a huge event happening over several days and she'd got clearance to pay me for a week's work. I came into the office only to find that Jan was twiddling her thumbs while Rome burned. She was sweating the most minor of details whilst very big issues that just had to be done were being left undone. It was a bit of a case of the blind leading the blind, a submissive leading a submissive, but I knew enough to know that it was now my job to give the orders.

"Okay, let's get all the tasks up on the board and prioritize them," I told her. "I'll do this while you do that..." and job by job we got to where we needed to go. Perhaps in any relationship someone has to step up to the plate and take the lead.

I came across this photograph some weeks ago and instantly, I loved it. They seem about the same age to me so I'm guessing they're in a relationship where the girls in jeans is the boss. I am not sure, of course, but I'd say the naked girl has been taken down to the basement for a good, hard paddling. But, she's not quite off the hook yet. The jean-wearing girl is still as mad as hell about her behavior and keen to teach her a lesson she won't forget - that speaking back immediately after a paddling is only asking for more punishment. So, on her knees she was told to get and she could crawl up to her bed. She could forget about dinner tonight, too!

"You just behave yourself!" she commanded as she swung her arm back to give her the hardest smack she could muster under the circumstances.

On the naked girl crawled, making her way into bed, as told.

"And when you're sitting on that bottom tomorrow maybe you can remember what earned you those bruises. You just think about that!" she said, as she turned off the light and left the room.

The naked girl felt about six years old. She didn't like being in trouble but she didn't always like having to do what she was told. That was the thing. Jen had really smacked hard tonight. Maybe it was time she started to listen.

Samantha felt humiliated but even she was willing to admit that she had been rather badly behaved and she did deserve what she had got. In fact, the more she thought about the paddling the more she came to see that it gave her a safe sort of feeling to know that when she did behave badly she was accountable to someone. Jen was prepared to punish her and although she didn't like being punished she did like the safe and secure feeling that it gave her.

In fact, now that she was in her bed naked with a hot backside she also had a very warm feeling towards Jen. She wished that they could make love but Jen never allowed that if she'd earned a spanking.

Samantha waited for Jen to come to bed. She waited until the lights were out and it was dark and still.

"Jen?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry I was bad."

"Well, I appreciate you saying you are sorry, Samantha."

"Jen?"

"Yes, Samantha?"

"You only call me Samantha when you are cross."

"Well, I'm not especially happy with your behaviour tonight."

"I know I was bad. Thank you for punishing me."

"Well, that's a first."

"I love you Jen."

"I love you too, Sam."

"I'll be good from now on."

"We'll see. Off to sleep now."

"Jen, can I spoon in?"

"Are you sure you've learned your lesson."

"Oh, I am completely sure."

"Spoon in then. Off to sleep now. Night night, Sam."

"Night night, Jen."

P.S. Sam really enjoyed her breakfast the next morning. Jen got up a little early and made Sam scrambled eggs and mushrooms on sourdough toast, her favorite breakfast. She felt a little sorry for her having to sit all day in the courtroom on such a very sore bottom. Still, if you do the crime... Being a prosecutor, Sam understood that.

Humor

I'm learning quite quickly these days. I am clear about the fact that inappropriate responses, lack of patience and displays of frustration are not at all worth the consequences.

Yet, I am who I am and at heart I'm still very cheeky. Most of the time I can squash the urge to come back with a retort, but sometimes it just pops out.

Last evening, I was asked a most typical question. Was I wearing my pluggi? Well, no, not yet, since I'd just had my shower and had not got to that yet.

"What are you waiting for?"

And, a particular thought entered my mind, and I just could not hold it back. I didn't even consider holding it back. I just said it.

"Godot. Waiting for Godot."

There was no response.

But it was funny, wasn't it?!

"Nup. Still waiting for an answer."

Oh well.

And, then this morning...

"I'll be back in ten minutes. You'll be ready, won't you?"

"Yes, yes, I'll be ready."

And ten minutes later,

"Are you playing on the Internet again???" I hear as I scurry to look like I'm ready to leave.

And, a few minutes later, when I see him sitting at his desk to make a quick call, I say to no-one in particular,

"Oh well, I guess I'll go to the car..."

"Ohhhhh, that will cost you!!" he calls out from his study.

Sometimes, I wonder if people these days have lost their sense of humor. Lucky I still have mine though.

Right?

Impact

As she wakes, still half asleep, she hears him ask her to bend across him, on all fours. She does so, a little disappointed that she cannot just lie across his body, flat. He begins to spank her. He does not spank her with the weight of his open hand, but rather just with his fingers; clips across her bottom that sting, but have little impact. She knows why he does this. There are children in the house and he fears that they might hear. Still, she does not care for the spanks. She would prefer some...impact.

“Is that enough to get you centred for the day, girl?”

“Yes Master.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes Master.”

“All right, let’s get on with the day.” .

He gets up and as he begins to shave, she puts her head around the bath room door.

“Just so that you know, I don’t really like those little clips you gave me. They don’t have any...impact.”

“So you want impact, girl? Well you cheeky little girl, you want impact, you’ll get impact. You just bide your time and you’ll get impact, all right!”

She wonders if she has gone too far, again. He isn’t impressed with her statement and the thought flashes across her mind that she may have made a mistake in speaking out. Nevertheless, she proceeds with the morning’s tasks.

Upon returning from the morning school run, the garage door open, she notices her husband with the two rolled up newspapers in his hand, which he would have retrieved from the driveway. As she opens the door of the car and gets out, she sees her husband press the button to bring the garage door down.

“You want impact, my girl, I’ll give you impact. Bend over the car, here.”

He has her by the arm and he ensures that she is placed over the bonnet of the car, arms out front of her, feet apart, bottom up.

“Here’s a little impact for you.”

He takes the thick finance paper all rolled up tight in cellophane and swings it down hard across her skirt. The thud reverberates around the garage and she cries out. She moves a bit to try to protect herself.

“Get that bottom pouted out, now!”

Down comes the newspaper again, heating up her bottom and scaring her a bit now. He seems to be enjoying himself. He repeats the action, again, and again.

“Are you getting satisfactory impact, girl? I can swing it harder if you like.”

And he lifts the newspaper up high in the air and twice slams it down on her skirt.

The final whack has her cry out such that any passerby could scarcely be deceived of the fact that a girl on the other side of the door was being punished. He pulls her skirt up over her back and pulls her panties right down.

“Step out of them. Now!”

His voice brooks no argument.

“Now, let’s have some impact on your bare bottom. We don’t want you to feel that you are not getting the attention you deserve. Pout out that bottom. Right up!”

She does as she is told. She’s been stupid once this morning. That’s enough.

She feels the full weight of the palm of his hand on one cheek, and then the other, six times over. By the time he has finished her breathing is fast, and she has left some saliva on the bonnet of the car.

“Stand up!”

She stands up.

“Turn to me.”

She turns.

“How’s the impact, young lady? Are you satisfied with that?”

She looks a bit miffed.

“Yes Sir.”

“And?”

“Thank you Sir.”

“So, we won’t have any more talk about impact, then?”

“No Sir.”

“I didn’t think so. Go and attend to your tasks, please.”

He picks up her panties.

“And, I’ll be holding onto these until I can be sure that your behaviour is under control.”

“Yes Sir.”

She hot tails it out of the garage and up the stairs.

Now that he can’t see, she smiles. That was much better.