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[Jan. 12th, 2007|12:40 am] |
Oh, this could get so much worse than I expected.
exponentially.
I still haven't seen my friend Aaron, and I'm not sooo worried about it now,- but I should be. I still have a creepy, creepy feeling about it. Maybe it wouldn't be such a big deal (oh, yes it would.) except that I went to this bondage party a couple of weeks ago.... and I really had a lot of fun, but it definately left me with some unforgettable memories which dispite the casual nature of the event have me thinking. It wasn't exactly on a lark, but I contacted an old aquaintance of mine named Dan who makes canes, because I wanted to get a new one. (I had one years ago from the same maker, until one day I broke it into a million bits and threw the peices away. Although I'm not planning on doing the same thing with this one, I certainly remember why I did that now. Owwww- holy fucking shit- oww. He didn't charge me for my new 'toy', but I definately earned it.)
This could all turn into a very long story.... and I'm stammering in writing even thinking about trying to tell it. It went from I wrote my buddy to get a new cane to I got invited to a party and decided to go.... to I wound up getting one hell of a spanking right while my old boss wound up walking by (!!!!!) .... to 'No shit, there I was in four point restraints being held quite in place by two different people over a padded horse...'
I knew this was going to get bad-- or good-- or intersting when the woman holding the ropes that went to my wrists said something about my being defiant (and I put it that way because she wasn't adressing me at the time, which was made immediately and abundantly clear.) and told Frank, "She weighs what, a buck twenty, a buck thirty?" (and she got this evil, evil glint in her eyes....) "I want to see how hard you can hit her that she'll pull me right out of my seat."
I can't even set up the sceene right in words or tell it like an erotic story because my brain is still too...ahem....
They had Dan spank me for like half an hour first, which ordinarily I might have looked upon as a great kindness given what followed.... except that Dan's hands are huge and made of lead, and so I was something like crimson and sore rather than warm and tingely before the 'real' spanking even began.
It hurt. So bad. Stunningly. I mean, I _really_ got my ass whipped. That lady was all about trying to make me cry; and while I didn't wind up in tears they actually had me screaming at one point. (Oh, I could have safe-worded out at any point, but I didn't really want to, even though I didn't exactly enjoy all of that. That's very, very difficult to explaine.)
I'll try to tell this better later when I've found my powers of speech again. |
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[Dec. 18th, 2006|03:35 pm] |
I haven't had time to fret about it at all, but I'm about to take a holiday trip...and I'm pretty sure that somewhere in there it's going to involve a trip over someone's knee....or rather something much worse than that. A** is my good friend, we've been friends for years and years...and it's just something that's always been quietly a part of our friendship. We play with the roles, but he's not _that_ psychologically dominant, so I'm not terrified... (someone that can make me feel like I'm really, actually, unpleasantly being punished is a whole different and very rare bird) but that doesn't mean he has any compunction against really whipping my ass in any number of fashions. I already know that I'm toast, because of a phone conversation, or rather several that we had. Somewhere in one of the last conversations he rather casually mentioned that he's had a curtain rod waiting in the corner of his room next to his guitar for _months_. He's staying with a relative right now, and I made the mistake of trying for the get out of jail free card....by laughing and telling him that he couldn't possibly do that because he's in his Dad's house. That was apparently not the right move if I wanted him to forget about it.... but then, I've almost always liked it when A** spanked me. He laughed at me and pointed out that his room has a door and music can be turned up, and that I ought to remember how nearly silent those things are. He would have found an excuse in any case, but I do really kind of deserve it on a bunch of levels...so I shouldn't complain. It won't really matter if I do or not anyway, pretty much when he says he's going to do that the deal is already sealed. It's just how things are between us, I afford him a great deal of trust. Man, it's going to hurt, though. He doesn't pull his strokes with me. It can't possibly be as bad as it's been some of the other times since he'll have to keep it quiet, but somehow I know I'm not really going to wind up getting out of it. I remember the last time, it went on for hours.... granted, I wanted it, but owww, geeze. At least that good cane went missing, and that belt makes a thunderous amount of noise..... but I better pray he doesn't get me alone in any more convenient location....especially after some of the things I told him about my misadventures this year. At least he heard about that from me rather than somebody else....
And if it's just how it is, and it's always been fine, why is some part of me suddenly very, very scared? I'm not going to worry about it until I need to, and at that point it'll be too late. Way, way too late. Obviously, I must want it, or I wouldn't be planning on letting him. Obviously, such things turn me on, even in this not really sexual friendship... I know that I like it. Maybe it's that I feel like I actually deserve it on some of the levels that makes me feel edgey. He's not likely to push those buttons....but somehow I feel kind of afraid that I'm going to hear God laughing right before this goes down.
It can't be that bad, right?But I know better than to even say such things. Maybe it should be that bad. Maybe I should feel lucky that it won't be coming from some other source that could make me feel...that. |
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[Oct. 2nd, 2006|04:36 pm] |
Alrighty, then. I just posted several of my old stories... if you like this sort of thing you should definately come have a look. :-)
There's only one problem with getting into this mode. Having gotten such a ...ahem... emphatic set of birthday spankings, and having these things on my mind, there is an almost inevitable reality thgat it's going to happen again, sometime soon, somewhere. I have this sense about it, something like the way you feel rain coming on the wind.
In any case, I'd love comments on those stories.
Have fun!
~Nautiladygirl |
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[Oct. 2nd, 2006|04:33 pm] |
Sentimental Value
~nautiladygirl
M/f
M/f erotica; spanking with hairbrush, belt and cane, consent implied. Includes consensual sex. Not intended to be read by minors, or adults offended by such material. Author strongly recommends readers not to try using implements in spanking without knowledge of how to do so safely and also the use of safe words in any type of BDSM play. Use of Alcohol or other drugs in conjunction with sexual activity is strongly not recommended due to potential loss of control. This is a fictional account which may resemble reality. Names have been changed to protect the not so innocent. Basically folks, this is a story. What you do in your own home is none of my business, but have fun and play nice. Copyright retained by author, shared with permission.
Michael and Cora had been friends for years. They were just the kind of friends who had almost no secrets from one another. Sometimes they would spend languid afternoons curled up together on the couch watching movies. They had taken long walks together, long spontaneous road trips, fooled around surfing naughty sites on the Internet, played cards and trivial pursuit, cooked meals, and helped each other with laundry. They had seen each other both at the pinnacle of personal success, and drunk and maudlin over lost loves and life's little failures. Of all her friends Cora loved him best, and in every way possible. And I do mean, every way.
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| Storytime- Payback |
[Oct. 2nd, 2006|04:31 pm] |
Payback
F/f
(1,483 words)
Tara was furious. Casey was late again. They were the best of friends and sharing a room at college, and Tara was beginning to loose it. It wasn’t like she wasn’t used to waiting around for Casey, ever since they met in high school, she found herself occasioned to being disappointed by being late for parties and other social events they would go to together. It frustrated her more because she had talked with her friend about it--- and this it made her feel more disrespected every time.
Casey, however, was such a sweetheart that Tara was also used to loosing her angst as soon as she would walk in the door. Her moon shaped face would enter like beams of light, filling the room with its smile. She’d bubble over about how she just ran into an old friend and they got to talking…… and she’d babble about it for a moment before seeing the look of annoyance on Tara’s face. Then Casey would shift her eyes to the floor and apologize profusely, twisting strands of her wavy blonde hair through over her polished peach nails.
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| Storytime- Remember when the time comes... |
[Oct. 2nd, 2006|04:19 pm] |
Remember When the Time Comes
m/f
It’s over now, I’m in his car and we’re driving to the restaurant to meet up with our friends. I feel like I am on the other end of a telescope now, everything is big and connected and surreal. A few minutes ago I felt like I was on the other end of a microscope, everything was small and minutely focused, every second an eternity of it’s own. I shift on his leather seats, my short black pleated skirt making me less comfortable as I sit. My bottom is sore and hot, and there are places that seem to spark into their own little wildfire’s- no matter how I place the weight of my body....
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| Heh- storytime. Cops and Robbers... |
[Oct. 2nd, 2006|04:13 pm] |
So, seeing that I freaked out and deleted almost all of the fun stuff somewhere last January, I might as well spice things up again. I have a lot of stories that are spanking fettish oriented, and I just found a whole set of them hiding in my email account.
A Whole New Kind of Cops and Robbers
F/f
(2,745 words)
Gloria walked into the nightclub in her awesome new party dress. She had a thing about buying herself something new to wear for every birthday. This dress was royal blue, short and frilly, yet sophisticated. The hem was decorated with pleated dark ribbon, as was the neckline. It scooped elegantly around her creamy shoulders and pointed a delicately heart-shaped V in the direction of the hidden womanly goods.....
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[Oct. 1st, 2006|09:51 pm] |
It's not like I hadn't been asking for it, in a thousand ways, for way too long- or like I don't enjoy it. It's not even like it wasn't one of the fun sets, so why am I blushing so much? I was certainly smiling and giggling through it....
I spent my birthday in New Orleans this year, and I got spanked all through the French Quarter, totally in public veiw, by multiple people. And oww, mother-fu-c&@r oww. It's been more than a week, and the marks are still fading, and I was certainly sitting gingerly for a few days. I'm sure that none of that qualifies as what I've got coming one of these days- it was way too fun... but I definately got reminded that a good spanking stings like hell. None of the people administering the traditional whacks were too concerned about being gentle, thats for sure.
The first set was pretty hot, and damn unexpected. There I was, coming around one of the corners of Jackson Square, collecting birthday-dollars for drinks in a big kilt pin on the shoulder of my cutsey little dress. I was quite tipsey, which may well have made it easier to smile and giggle when one of my friends stumbled across me and asked weather or not I had gotten my birthday spanking yet. There really would have ben no point in running, and besides, I do like it and had totally been craving it. I just didn't expect to get tied up to the wrought iorn fence around the garden and get my ass whipped in public.... which is exactly what happened. My fault, I'm the one that handed them a good leather strap to do it with, with that sort of yeah-right-see-if-you-can-make-me-flinch devil-may-care attitude that I get sometimes. So I wound up with two boys and a girl quite efficently restraining my wrists to the bars before I really realized just what I had gotten myself into. All three of them took that thing to me, and all three of them lost count multiple times. Thirty swats must have turned into at least a hundred and fifty. My backside was on fire at that point, and it was well before the rest of the dancing and drinking, and if I thought I was finished getting a licking at that point I was sooo wrong.
So there we were later at the dungeon, a little gothic club where strange things are likely to happen. I got it again, up in the cage room, from someone who...ahem... apparently really knows what they're doing. I was pretty sure by swat two or three that I better be standing still and behaving myself about it, if you know what I mean. However, I was warm enough to be past a lot of the pain threshold, so I was totally able to enjoy it with a smile- propped up leaning onto a barstool. That wasn't where I made my mistake, although I'll admit that I even enjoyed the results of that. Yeow. Sort of, mostly, well definately- you understand.
We had made our way back downstairs to the more public part of the bar and were enjoying a final beer, when my gentleman friend started playing with that strap which another friend had conveniently handed back to him. I was feeling invincible and frisky, so I loked at the thing and actually said with my outside voice- "Oh, that wasn't so bad." I'm glad that I said it in a silky sweet way, rather than a brattish one. My friend started to unclasp his belt, which made me stop breathing for half a second. He winked and smiled, and it would have stopped there, but sometimes I have a big mouth. I quietly said something like "notice that I'm smiling about it, but everything else in the room just disappeared for a second because I noticed that." It was a challange, I'll admit, but at least I made it respectfully and we were just playing around with birthday fun. It wasn't half a second later that I discovered the answer to the silent question of "what would he do if I said that?"- the two men dragged me right off my stool and flipped me over the pooltable, where I got another double set of very emphatic whacks with that leather belt. The whole bar was watching, and obviously both stunned and entertained by just how well I was taking this and seming to enjoy it-- but I'll tell you, they certainly whipped the hell out of me at that point. I bet you could hear that belt whizzing through the air and making impact from a block away. Owwwwwwwwwwwwww. I may have enjoyed the hell out of that, in all honesty, but for once I wasn't asking for more when they were done. LOL.
Yeah. Happy Birthday! ;-)~
Now the real question, and Goddess I should learn not to ask because one of these days I'll probably find out- but when will I wind up getting the one I actually have coming for all of my crazy irresponsible behavior...? And I know I shouldn't ask, because it makes it all the more likely...and I have a feling that regardless of the nearly identical physicality the psychology of something like that would make me at least momentarily quite unhappy. I've made the mistake of taunting some of the wrong people waaayyy too many times.... or maybe they're the right people, but I sure as hell shouldn't ever have approached it that way, and having asked for it, ever doing anything that could be classed as deserving it was a BAD idea. And I have to admit that there really are a set of things for which I deserve to be punished.... although as long as all of them keep thinking I'd respond to it like a reward I may keep getting out of jail free. It's funny- I didn't _want_ a get out of jail free card, at least not until I realized just what I had asked for and from whom... now I'm absolutly certain that if it ever comes down the pike as something for real that I'm in a LOT more trouble than I bargained for. Usually I can just laugh it off and brat some more, it hadn't occured to me that there might be anyone out there at this point who could make sure I wouldn't be laughing about it. Some people might spank you until you cry if so provoked, but some other people might not even look at it is having begun until well past the point that you've started to cry. I totally do have it coming, too, and there are at least a couple of people who I wouldn't feel like I had a choice with if they called me on it. I've always gotten away with shit before.... and I'm not expecting anything to happen, in fact, it looks like it'll never happen-- but something about that makes me feel very, very nervous. Maybe having observed that will get me out of trouble again?
In any case, expect a bunch more posts soon, I'm back.
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[Dec. 12th, 2005|12:41 pm] |
Okay, Here's that story with the ending Carolyn and Wood elf suggested.
("She should have to suck him...", eh? But what if she wanted to do that anyway? :-) ) I also blatently stole an awsome turn of phrase from dunk-peirced: "He did the only gentlemanly thing he could. He fucked her. "
;-)
Have fun!
~sara
So you're going to tease me into spankng you, eh?
(A steamy story with a good spanking and hot sex- M/f) ( Read more... ) |
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[Dec. 9th, 2005|12:18 pm] |
Mind Candy
Some wild creatures need to be tamed,
Some even want to be tamed, if only slightly.
Never let me become less than spirited,
Some fearful thing, hiding in the corner-
Cowering without confidence and grace.
It is far more exciting for me, and for you-
That I am sassy and slightly stubborn,
That I have my own mind and thoughts-
That I push your limits and make you think,
Make you wake up and see things differently.
A coquettish and tempestuous woman
Is far more desirable, far more worth catching;
Than one who is completely controlled,
Meekly uninteresting and predictably dull,
A boring and tiresome convenient receptacle.
You want something more that excites you,
Something that quickens and heats your blood,
Someone that makes you want to pursue her-
Who knows what she’ll do when you catch her,
But something inside makes you want to find out.
Ladies, dig the pearls but drop Mrs. Cleaver-
Deep inside you know you want something steamier,
Things worth having are often risky by nature,
But that’s why you have such courage and pride -
Seek and find inside that which is primal and wild.
~ n.l.g. and and a cuppa joe |
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[Dec. 7th, 2005|07:18 am] |
Kinky bastard!
Grats! You're 79% kinky! |
| Well well well, you kinky bastard! Most likely you're into some weird shit, which is always great. Consider mailing the author of this test, and keep up the good work ;) |
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[Dec. 7th, 2005|02:24 am] |
Well, hello out there. :)
I've been a LJ user for years, but -that- account is tied into my real life.... not my steamy thoughts and sensuality. But let's be real- many of us use the internet for this sort of fun. I never really noticed all the other people using their LJ accounts to do it, but when I did I thought I'd have to join in on the fun, too. I'm a 27 year old redhead with a flair for adventure. I like sex a LOT, I like porn and admit it, I write erotica to put my steamy fantasys somewhere. I'm sure I'll share some of them here.
I'm bisexual, and I am looking for a new lady-lover in real life. She should be just as adventurous as me- and intellegent. I want her to become a good friend, not just a partner for nocturnal pleasure. More like a partner in crime- lol. I'm not looking for a serious thing- just a serious fling with the benifit of friendship attached. If she's into it I do have a male lover who is ultra hot and fabulous in bed, and he'd love it if I had a cute new girlfriend to bring home. That's very optional, though- I like chicks for chicks. I dated women before I had even been involved with men. It's also something I'd only be into if there was a mutual trust on all sides.
I also dig men- a lot. Most of my friends these days are men. I'm not looking for another male lover in real life, sorry. I don't mind talking to guys though and some erotic flirtation is okay, but my dance card is full there in any real world sense.
My biggest kink is spanking- I don't know why, but it turns me on like nothing else. Generally I'm in the position of getting the spanking (And when I say getting a spanking, I mean it!), although I have switched and kind of like it. I think I may actually have a more dominant personality in some ways, but that's another story for later. There's a lot of other facets of sensuality and sexuality I get into to- from wild to gentle and seetly mild. Leave me messages and maybe we'll become friends. :)
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