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The girl next door

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Summer-break was only two days old and Sophie was already bored out of her mind. What was a twenty-year-old girl to do all day out in the suburbs, living with her parents? All year, she’d live in the city, among friends; but these two months of summer were lonely and dull. That one week in August when she’d go on a trip with her friends seemed still far away.
The problem was of course, that nobody near her own age lived close-by. She had no-one to hang out with except her own parents.
There was the couple across the street however. They had moved in last year while she was in college. They were the closest to her age by a far margin, somewhere in their late twenties.
Still, Sophie didn’t think they’d have much in common. Anyone who freely choose to live a boring, dull life in the suburbs couldn’t possibly have anything to offer a city-girl like her.
They were her only hope though, and alone in her room, Sophie stared out the window at the house across the street. It was dark outside and she couldn’t see much; but a light was burning in a room on her neighbours second floor.
Sophie wondered if they’d just forgotten the light, or whether they would be returning. She had turned off her own light so they wouldn’t catch her peeking on them if they did. She knew it wasn’t polite to spy on her neighbours, but she was bored and had nothing else to do.
When the door to the empty room opened and her neighbours entered, Sophie blushed. The man was wearing only his boxer-shorts and the girl was completely naked.
Sophie turned away from the window, embarrassed for what she had seen. She could not help herself though and turned to watch again, shyly moving towards the window.
The couple was kissing. The man’s back was turned to the window, so she could no longer see his naked wife. Her hands were grabbing his shoulders, her fingers digging deep into her skin.
Sophie couldn’t avert her gaze. She hadn’t seen the couple before. The man was very handsome, with broad shoulders and a well-muscled back. His boxers were tight across his hips and firm buttocks.
For a moment, she imagined those hands on his shoulders to be hers. She had not seen much of his wife, but that short glimpse of her naked body told her they looked alike. That same slim built with firm breasts and wide hips; the same pale skin and long brown hair.
When the couple moved to the bed, Sophie wondered if they didn’t realize everyone could see them; or if they were just caught up in the act. Nobody ever came outside at night in this boring neighborhood of course; but with their curtains open and lights on they were in plain sights for peeping toms like Sophie.
When the man turned around to sit down on the edge of the bed, Sophie admired his broad chest before admiring his wife. Her pale skin looked soft and vulnerable in the light, looking in from the darkness.
She knelt on the bed, but did not straddle her husband like Sophie had expected. Instead, she bent down and draped herself across her husband’s lap. With her hips resting on her husband’s knees, her bottom was raised high in her air.
Sophie blushed when her neighbor spanked his wife. She watched in fascination how he raised his hand and smacked her upturned bottom; how his wife arched her back and rocked her hips, obviously enjoying the treatment.
As a college-girl, Sophie considered herself far from innocent; but she had not expected this boring, suburban couple to be so kinky. While she was adventurous herself, Sophie’s experiments with BDSM hadn’t gone farther than blindfolds and handcuffs. She’d certainly never been spanked.
Her neighbor’s spanking turned out to be more than just a few playful swats. Her husband’s hand kept raining down on her raised bottom while Sophie watched.
Sophie nearly pushed her face up against the window, trying to see what was happening. She wished she could hear them; she could imagine it lively: the sound of the spanking, the moaning and squealing of her neighbor.
She imagined she could see a trace of red on her neighbor’s bottom, even from this distance all the way across the street. Her poor bottom must hurt, but she did not show any signs of struggle except for the occasional kicking of her legs or shaking of her head.
When the woman slid down from her husband’s lap, Sophie wondered how long she had been sitting at her window, how long she’d been staring.
Now kneeling at her husband’s feet, Sophie could really see the shade of red on her neighbor’s bottom. She could not see what she was doing; but the motions were obvious when the woman bent forward, putting her face right in front of her husband’s lap, bobbing up and down as he grabbed her by the hair.
Sophie blushed as she witnessed her neighbor giving her husband a blowjob. Was she thanking him for her spanking, or making up for whatever it was that had gotten her spanked? She wondered.
The woman stood up at a command Sophie could not hear. She got a short glimpse of her neighbor’s erection now that his boxers were down, before his spanked wife straddled his lap.
When the man grabbed his wife’s sore red bottom in both hands, Sophie felt her own hands reaching down into her trousers. She gasped when she noticed how wet she was. Her panties soaked with arousal from watching her neighbor’s spanking.
She blushed deeply, but could not help herself as she touched her hot pussy and swollen clit.
After the long and sensuous spanking, the aftermath was quick. Her neighbor rode her husband roughly until – Sophie imagined – they both came with loud and shuddering orgasms. Sophie herself, who had been watching this whole time, had not enjoyed the same physical sensations; but she came just as quickly as they did. Shuddering uncontrollably, she moaned softly as she leaned against the window, still spying on her neighbors.


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The inheritance – part 1

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A simple blue card that read ‘Happy Birthday’ was the last bit of communication Sophie had from her aunt. Her birthday was six months ago. It’s not that they didn’t like each other; they just rarely spoke. Since her mother’s death, Sophie had lost contact with that side of the family. Her aunt had been the last one left, her grandparents she could barely remember. Still, she felt a pang of sorrow when the message came that she had passed away. The cause of death was not mentioned in the letter, but at such a young age – her aunt was only in her forties – it must’ve been some kind of accident or illness.
Sophie’s father had called shortly after the message arrived. He had offered to go to the funeral together. Sophie’s relationship with her father wasn’t as strong as it used to be, she had moved out years ago and recently he had started dating someone new. Sophie did not like this new woman in his life, the one who was taking her mother’s place. Still, in times like this family was important so she had agreed to carpool with them.
On the road to the funeral, Sophie sat in the back of the car wearing a simple black dress. Her father – and his new girlfriend – were seated at the front, wearing black again. The mood in the car was silent, outside it was raining. Sophie was rereading the letter announcing her aunt’s death. A note was attacked at the end. It was a request from her aunt’s lawyer to meet with him. Apparently, her aunt had mentioned Sophie specifically in her testament.
After the funeral, Sophie said goodbye to her father, promising she’d be perfectly safe taking the train back home. She met up with her aunt’s lawyer who had attended the funeral as well. He was a well-dressed man in his forties: grey hair and a dark business-like suit. He drove a dark, modern car and took her along to his office.

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Is anything wrong officer? (part 3)

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The hallway outside the office was empty except for Maria. As head of the complaints department, she made sure of the privacy of her officers. Where she was standing, about two steps from the door, she could hear the sounds of spanking and a girl squealing inside. From the dozen officers that worked under her, only two knew about the activities that sometimes went on in that room, one of those girls was inside now. Sophie hadn’t done anything wrong of course. A young officer had used excessive force during an arrest and it was the complaints department’s job to make these things go away without too much fuss.
Unable to contain her curiosity, Maria stepped towards the door and looked inside through the small window at the top. Sophie was bent over the desk naked from the waist down, her bright red bottom pointing at the door. The man whose complaint she was dealing with, was whipping her with her own belt. Maria winced as she heard the girl whimpering. She was glad it wasn’t her bending over that desk. Most complaints like this her girls could handle, only for something big did the head of the complaints department bend over herself.

Maria felt she had changed a lot in the last month. She could still remember that first spanking while she was patrolling the streets. Funny how that had been a career-making move. As head of the complaints department, she had learned a lot about the task-force. Every rookie mistake, every inappropriate action was brought before her. Most of the time she managed to deal with it quietly. Tickets were shredded, files deleted, apologies written. The spankings were captain Reynolds’ idea; she’d gotten the first one herself when she was just a mere officer. It had been her own idea to include more girls wishing to earn a little extra. She had more ideas like that since working here. There was a surprisingly large demand for police-uniforms – people liked roleplaying – and an equally large supply of old uniforms she could give away. It wasn’t enough to stifle a complaint of course, but very few people did not appreciate a small gift after their complaint had been dealt with.

The spankings were the most successful of course. The hardest part was deciding when the person filing a complaint would be interested in such an arrangement. The one she was looking at now hadn’t been hard. The man who had been whipping Sophie – he had now stopped, Sophie was standing in the corner – ran an online spanking blog.
As the spanking seemed over, Maria knocked at the door and entered without waiting for a response. The man turned to look at her, Sophie didn’t move from her spot in the corner. “I hope everything has been satisfactory, Mr. Peeters?” She asked.
“Wonderfully so.” The man replied. “I wish I’d known before how you dealt with complaints in here.” He was grinning broadly.
“I assume you’ll wish to drop your complaint then.” Maria said, it wasn’t a question. “The paperwork is in my office. Do you know the way?”
The man nodded. “I’ll wait for you there.” He said, leaving her alone with Sophie.
“Are you okay?” Maria asked after he left.
Sophia hesitantly left her spot in the corner. Tears had run down her cheeks, leaving tracks of her make-up. “Yes ma-am.” She said.
Maria smiled at the girl. “Take your time to clean yourself up. After that you can take the rest of the day off. I’ll make sure that the paper-work gets filed and you receive your extra payment. I’ll see you again tomorrow.”
“Yes ma-am.” Sophie said. She was already getting dressed again.
Maria smiled. Sophie could take a good spanking, Maria didn’t know what experience she’d had with it in her past, but she’d figured out what Maria and the other girl had been doing by herself and had requested to be part of this agreement.

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A few lengths of rope

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This is a story about a young woman. You have met her before, though you didn’t know it at the time. The first time you saw her, you were too distracted by one of her friends. We’ll make up for that now by giving all our attention to her. This young woman is dark of skin with long and silky raven-black hair. She’s wearing a dress of gold and green, complemented by large golden hoops in her ears. The dress is cut deeply and a glittering gold necklace draws the eye to her generous cleavage. It is short as well, leaving her long legs bared on this warm spring day. I could go on and on, telling you about the softness of her skin and her perfectly manicured nails, but I think you’ve got the idea. This lovely young woman’s name is Sophia. Let me tell you a little secret about Sophia, something … intimate. There is a little box on Sophia’s night stand at home. Inside this box you can find two large marble-sized balls, connected by a string. Today however, this box on her night stand is empty.
Lets start the story when Sophia meets up with her friends for an afternoon in the city. Now, when someone were to look at Sophia as she made her way to her friend in a local shop; they might think her slow measured walk is caused by the high heels she is wearing. We – knowing about the empty state of the box in her room however – know better. Her friend might have noticed something of course, knowing how well Sophia normally walks in those heels. But she seems distracted herself, absorbed in the mundane task of choosing which wooden spoon to buy of all things. Her second friend is distracted by thoughts of her own but that is another story for another time, and thus Sophia’s secret is safe.

As the afternoon progressed, the little balls Sophia ‘carried’ with her, kept her constantly distracted yet alert at the same time. With her mind elsewhere, she had to try her best to seem supportive and interested when her friend told her about her problems in college. Later, during drinks the pressure of the balls had her on the edge of her seat. Her friend was bragging about a date with her husband, a seemingly very romantic picnic at the nearby nature reserve. The thought of the things she wanted to do if her boyfriend ever took her out into the woods, combined with her already increased state of arousal made her sweat. Ignoring her friends as they spoke of food that would be fitting for a picnic, she sent a quick text to her boyfriend.
“We’re at the bar. I can’t take it any more. The restroom should be private, if I have your permission?”
Nervously she waited for a reply. Minutes passed and Sophia tried to distract herself by participating in the conversation. She knew he had read her message, he was making her wait. You might think that would make her upset. But the opposite is true, it only made her need greater. It took ten minutes before she got a reply from her boyfriend.
“No. You do not have permission. But if you really have to, you can take them out and have a fifteen minute break.”
Now, you might be wondering, was Sophia asking her boyfriends permission to orgasm? You would be right. I could even tell you it hadn’t been her own choice to open that box before she left home.

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The naughty art model

Seems I can’t get all my inspiration on paper fast enough this week. Or perhaps I’m just invigorated by my new blog. Go have a look, it has my same stories, but with matching pictures.


The sound of brushes, pencils and charcoal filled the otherwise silent room. For a second, Sam imagined they were touching her, following the curves of her naked skin instead of the canvas they left their mark on. Ticklish as she was, she shivered at the thought. Goose bumps stood out on her flesh despite the heat of the room, warmer than usual for her comfort. Over a dozen pairs of eyes measured her curves, translating every inch of her bare, naked skin to lines and colours on a piece of canvas. The room was divided quite evenly between men and women and while they all had acted quite professionally, the smiles on the men’s faces had betrayed their joy at today’s art class subject.
The art teacher himself, James, was a close friend of Sam. Just a week ago they had been talking about his work. Sam had asked him then if he ever used nude models in his class. The subject was of interest to her, because despite her fantasies of exhibitionism and public nudity, she had always been too shy to actually expose herself in public. Sam was a frequent visitor of public pools, sunny beaches, and mixed sauna’s, any place where she could indulge her fantasy in a safe and socially accepted setting. Nude modelling seemed like one of these, but instead of indulging the casual glances and secret stares; she’d be the centre of attention. In fact, she’d be the only naked person in the room; it would be a lot closer to her actual fantasies.
James had told her then, that it wasn’t nearly as sexy or exotic as popular media made you believe. He did use nude models in his advanced classes; but he always had trouble finding willing participants. Often the models he did find were women – or men – with low self-esteem. They longed for confirmation, positive feedback on their body. While many of them were far from ugly, the silent concentration in the room made them unsure of their attractiveness and made for poor body language and poor modelling.
Sam had none of these problems. She was proud of her body and willing to show it off. She had gladly offered Sam to model for his class. She showed his students her smile, her perfect hourglass figure, her full breasts, and her round bottom. Not only her own heart beat at an increased rate that day.

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The tale of a wooden spoon

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It’s been a while since any of us posted, but I have been actively writing. But before you go on and read the newest story, have a look at my new blog: http://kcperrin.wordpress.com
I’ve started this new blog because this one feels too complicated: multiple authors, pictures, stories and non-fiction. My new blog is purely stories and one picture accompagnying each one to make things look “lively”. If you like stories like the one below, be sure to have a look

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To begin this story I will tell you about three young women. I could describe them in painstaking detail: the beautiful dresses they wore; their earrings, large and fanciful on one, missing on another; their skin soft and smooth, pale, bronzed and dark; their voices; their hair; and so much more. But I won’t. I won’t even tell you their names, except for one. Only one of them is really important in this story anyway. Her name is Emma. Emma is the one in the long red dress that hugs her hips yet hangs loosely around her legs, nearly reaching the dirty cobblestones of the shopping street. She is the one with the long brown hair, stuck up in a knot now, though usually it hangs loosely over her shoulders; her husband prefers it that way. She is the one with the silver earrings that are not nearly as large as her friends and a silver necklace, sort of like an amulet; the unknowing observer would compare it to a yin and yang symbol, but with three parts instead of two. She is the palest of the three and she is wearing a hat with a wide brim to protect her sensitive skin from the sun.
Emma is the main character in this story – though there is one more to come – and now that you know her from her friends, I can tell you more about them and what they were talking about. I could tell you all about the subjects women talk about when they are not around men or gossiping about them. I could tell you about Emma’s day at work, about her friends tuition, about their favourite place to eat or that new hipster bar that just opened. But I won’t. This story is not just about Emma, it is also about a man and they also talked about him. Before I tell you about him however, let’s listen in on the conversation Emma was having with her friends.

It was a day in spring and Emma and her friends were out together, just to have a drink and visit some of their favourite stores. The weather was finally turning for the better and the three women sat outside a local bar enjoying their beverages.
“That’s so romantic.” One of Emma’s friends exclaimed, a hint of jealousy clearly visible on her face. “I don’t think we’ve ever been out for a picnic like that.” Emma had just told them about her husbands plans for the coming weekend, they were going to a nearby nature reserve, a large forest with many secluded, romantic spots to be discovered.
“What do you think he will make?” The other asked before she could reply.
A slow smile crossed Emma’s face. “He asked me to prepare the food.” She said. “I was thinking about some French baguettes, cheese and some sausages; possibly a fruit salad as well.” A look of disappointment crossed her friends face when she told them her husband wasn’t preparing the food for their date himself. Still they were quickly smiling again, to them it still seemed like a more romantic date than they’d ever had for themselves. They didn’t know the half of it.
Emma blushed slightly at the thought and had to fight it down before she turned so red that she would have to explain her wandering mind. This trip to the woods wouldn’t be their first and it wasn’t a date, not specifically. You got asked on a date, this was more of a … summons.
For now however, with her friends, Emma could pretend it was just a romantic outing with her husband, she could forget for a while what was actually waiting for her out there.

This was how Emma spent her day with her friends. They talked about many things unimportant to this story, but every once in a while, something reminded Emma about her little secret. The truth was that Emma enjoyed this. She enjoyed the feeling of naughtiness that came with keeping this secret, the chance of being caught out no matter how small.
Maybe an hour before the three women sat down to drink, they had visited a small store that sold everything from kitchen utensils to gardening supplies, all in wood, glass or metal. Emma had wanted to buy a new wooden spoon, possibly for that fruit salad she was already thinking about. The store had many wooden spoons in different shapes and sizes, but even for a selection this large, Emma took a very long time to make her choice. If her friends hadn’t known her so well – known that Emma always had trouble deciding what she wanted – they might have wondered at this. They should have, because this spoon was not going to be used in any kind of salad.
This afternoon that Emma spent with friends is not really important to my story either. I’m just telling you about it to show you how Emma was looking forward to what is to come. Despite what you might think when you hear the rest of the story, you must understand the anticipation Emma felt to these events. Emma obeyed this ‘summons’ willingly; she chose this wooden spoon knowing its purpose; she couldn’t wait for her husband to take her out to the woods. She couldn’t wait for him to punish her.

But more about that later. Let me tell you about Emma’s husband, Perrin. He is the second main character in this story, as you might have guessed. Now please forget what I just said about Emma’s near future, it might give you the wrong impression on the kind of person Perrin really is. I would call Perrin an ordinary guy, though he would find the term insulting. He believes nobody should want to be ordinary. Yet his life would seem exactly that for the casual observer: he’s a married man, works five days a week, recently bought a house with his wife and spends his free time on a few hobbies or just simply watching TV.
Of course, anyone who knows Perrin would know these things, they’re not very interesting for this story. So let me tell you something very few people know. Perrin enjoys dominating his wife. He enjoys setting rules for her to follow. He enjoys setting tasks for her. He enjoys controlling what she does or what she wears. But most of all he enjoys punishing or rewarding her for the things she did or did not do.
I feel I should explain that Perrin does not enjoy these things because he feels in any way superior to Emma. You will find a lot of stories and histories about the superiority of men over women, but neither I nor Perrin believe in such a thing. In fact, Perrin enjoys his dominion over Emma because they are equals. Emma’s submission to him, is – by it’s very nature – a gift that can only be given by an equal. If you understand this, you will understand and agree that they feel there is nothing wrong with the parts they play in their relationship.
Understanding this simple thing about Perrin should show that he’s not so ordinary after all, as the rest of this story will undoubtedly prove.

I hope you’re not getting impatient with me. I understand the urge to get to the so-called ‘juicy’ parts of the story. But just like that which Perrin and Emma are set out to do during their picnic trip; a story is well served by a healthy dose of anticipation. Don’t worry, we’ll get there soon. First however, a story needs a build-up, some background information, something to prepare its listeners for what is to come. So let me first tell you a bit more about Perrin and about the way he prepared for their ‘date’.
You might think a punishment is just that: a punishment. But Perrin could take his wife across his knee any time of the week to spank her bottom. No, once in a while she needed just that little more: an experience she wouldn’t easily forget, something to remind her who was in charge, something to enforce her submissive mindset. Perrin would prepare well for these occasions. Some men go to lengths to surprise their wives and girlfriends, to arrange the perfect romantic date. Perrin showed his devotion to Emma in much the same way, with the exception that which he prepared was a disciplinary session.
He would often write her a letter, carefully detailing not only the bad, but also the good he had noticed in Emma’s behaviour. He would decide on which implements he would use: the hairbrush, his belt, the leather whip, the riding crop, … He would decide how long he would spank her and how hard. He would consider having her stand in the corner, tying her up, gagging her or any other form of punishment fitting the many crimes she had committed since their last session. He decided whether she deserved a reward. He could pleasure her or just demand pleasure for himself with none in return. He could fuck her or they could make love. He could make her beg or be generous. Perrin would imagine and prepare into the smallest of details.
This is what he did for this session as well. Of course things rarely go as planned and thus I will not tell you about any of his preparation or how Emma’s sassy mouth earned her much more than Perrin had initially planned.

With Perrin’s preparation to be ignored and Emma having already picked out the food and a new wooden spoon, it is time for the actual story to commence. Perhaps one more thing first. You might be wondering why Emma so desperately wanted a wooden spoon to take along on their picnic. The answer is simple of course and you might have guessed it when I told you Perrin liked setting tasks for her. Just like he had ordered her to prepare the food, he had ordered her to make sure to fit a spanking implement in the picnic basket as well. There had of course never been any doubt between them on the real purpose of their trip to the woods.
They made the trip by car and on the road, the anticipation Emma felt had reached a boiling point. She fidgeted in her seat as the skin of her body tingled all over, on her breasts, her buttocks, her thighs and everywhere in between. “Sit still.” Perrin commanded. “Don’t make me stop by the side of the road for a little preview.”
Emma huffed, but did her best to keep quiet. She had seen the grin on Perrin’s face – it had been hard to miss – and knew he enjoyed teasing her like this. Still, she was never sure whether or not he meant such threats. He would surely not spank her in such a public setting. She wasn’t sure she didn’t want him to, but for now she’d rather not find out. From the corner of her eye she saw the picnic basket on the back-seat, inside was the brand new wooden spoon she’d bought. Unconsciously she pressed her legs together and rubbed the sides of her thighs. Perrin changed to the outer lane and slowed down. “Sorry, sorry.” Emma said quickly in a startled voice. Perrin laughed out loud and picked up speed again. Emma did her very best not to stick out her tongue.

You’ll be happy to hear Emma and Perrin reached the forest without further incident – or maybe not, if you were hoping for an actual preview to the story. A small dirt-road led them right to the edge, three more cars were parked in a field and several trails led off into the forest. I could tell you know how they took the most obscure of these paths, to make sure they wouldn’t be bothered; how they walked a long way in the shade of trees and enjoyed the fresh air and the sound of birds and animals. But I will not. Just like Perrin, I have teased you long enough, so I will skip to the part where they found a small clearing in the forest, where sunlight fell through an opening in the canopy, left by a large tree fallen during a storm long ago and soft grass grew on the forest floor beneath their feet.
It was the perfect spot and Perrin gestured for Emma to hand him the picnic basket. It was time for that which they had really come here to do. He placed the basket near the fallen tree and opened it. It was nearly empty now, they had already eaten. The wooden spoon however was still clean and unused, he placed it on the baskets lid and looked at his wife standing just a few steps away. She wore a thin blouse for the warm weather and a fine skirt reaching just to her knees. Her legs were bare, not ideal to go trudging through a forest, but it was at his request, trousers would just get in the way for the things he had in mind. There were some traces of red where the undergrowth had snapped at her lower legs. With a grin Perrin decided that could serve as part of the experience. The only thing slightly spoiling the picture where the heavy walking shoes she was allowed to wear. But then again, those just served as a reminder that she had accepted – on her own free will – to walk all this way, just for her punishment. “You know why we are here.” He said, it wasn’t really a question.
“Yes.” Emma said. She looked at the same time abashed and yet proud.
“Do you want me to explain again why you need to be disciplined?” Perrin asked. “Or do you remember all those tiny things you’ve done or forgotten, all the rules you’ve broken since the last time you found yourself in this position?”
Emma blushed but bravely replied: “I’m sure I’ll remember while I’m across your knee.”
Perrin grinned at her cheeky answer, he could make her account for it, but he had made her – made himself – wait long enough. It was time he got what he wanted. He sat down on the fallen tree and reached out with his hand. “Ok.” He said. “Come here.”

Emma did not blush, she did not hesitate, she didn’t do any of the things other girls might do when they are about to be spanked. She had been waiting for this just as long as Perrin had. She wanted this just as much as he did. She let him guide her across his lap. It was not until he slowly lifted her skirt, baring her bottom to the touch of his hand that she felt a slight hint of apprehension. She could never really forget how much one of his spankings could hurt.
Before I tell you how Perrin’s hand reddens her bottom, how Emma kicks and squeals; let me first tell you in more detail about the position she finds herself in. Now that she’s still mostly composed. Face down across Perrin’s knee, Emma can’t see more than a few tree trunks in front of her, sticking up from the undergrowth. Her hands are resting in the soft grass, she can smell it: the grass and the forest. The only sound she hears is the twittering of birds in the treetops far above her. Perrin is like an unyielding bench beneath her hips, she can already feel his excitement in his growing erection against her lower belly. His one hand rests on her lower back, holding her in place firmly even though she isn’t trying to escape … yet. The other hand rests loosely on her left buttocks, it feels warm, but so does the warm forest air. When that hand takes down her panties, all the way to her ankles, she is very much aware of where the air touches previously covered pieces of herself. Pieces that are now exposed to anyone who might pass this way. It is enough to make her blush, even though she knows chances are slim anything else than a squirrel would be watching.

Perrin savoured that moment before the first smack fell. His hand caressed his wife’s bare bottom. Right now, she was completely under his control. He felt a kind of perverse satisfaction in the sensual act of tracing her curves with his fingers. She had accepted his power over her because she deserved to be disciplined. But instead he could take advantage of her to satisfy his sexual tendencies by touching her so intimately. Of course, spanking her would be just as satisfying and thus he raised his hand. Emma raised her bottom expectantly and Perrin let it come down with a soft smack.
It wasn’t a hard smack, not at all, and Emma’s moan was one of disappointment if anything. But today Perrin wanted her to last. His hand moved quickly, the smacks alternating between her buttocks, making sure he didn’t miss an inch of her voluptuous bottom, but never smacking her hard enough that it would actually sting. Emma’s bottom was raised high, begging him for more, enjoying the sensation brought by his gentle hand. Perrin could see her exciting building, he could see the hidden wetness between her legs, he could nearly smell it. He knew she’d have to wait a long time before he’d let her have what she desired. It was time to put some more force in his swing.

Emma bit her lips to stop her moaning as the gentle spanking increase a hundred-fold the tingling sensation she’d been feeling the whole day. After a while she forgot why she was there, about the punishment that awaited her. She could only enjoy the arousal brought by her husbands hand. It was at that moment that the first stinging smack landed.
It didn’t hurt, it was still softer than much she had experienced in the past. But the soft sting spreading through her buttocks was a preview of what was to come, a reminder of why she was face down across her husbands knee. All she wanted right now was for him to touch her intimately once more and let her cum. Instead a second stinging smack hit her other buttocks. Emma groaned dutifully, letting her husband know she had felt the difference in force. She also knew full well this would only encourage him to keep going.
Each smack on her bottom came slower now, there was a longer build-up for each smack and more force behind each of them. The tingling sensation in her bottom was replaced by a soft stinging one. Still, she did not feel naughty yet, this wasn’t yet a punishment, it was much too enjoyable for that.
When Perrin’s hand stopped to rest on her bottom, she knew he was preparing for another increase in intensity. “That should be enough of a warm-up.” Perrin said. Emma closed her eyes and awaited the first smack.
It came quickly and hard. The sting was many times that of what she had endured up to that point. The sound of it echoed against the trees around them, followed shortly by her yelp of surprise. Emma had little time to be surprised at how hard Perrin could hit her when he really tried. The next few smacks came in a flurry; not as hard as the first, but still enough to graduate the soft sting in her bottom to a fully evolved red hot stinging pain. After this quick but short assault on her bottom Perrin followed up with slow measured strokes, in strength somewhere in between that first hard smack and the quick ones that had followed it. They came at a speed that gave her just enough time to think between moans and yelps. She thought of the colour of her bottom, it must surely be more than just pink by now. She thought of the echoing sound of each smack, any hikers out there would hear those long before she would hear them. She thought of being spanked and the reasons why she, a grown woman, should endure such pain and embarrassment; remembering of course that she had agreed to it willingly; remembering all the rules she’d broken and all misdeeds done.

Perrin swung his arm tirelessly. You would think the repeated motion would tire you out, but Perrin felt he could keep this up for hours if he wanted to. He savoured each smack: the feeling of Emma’s sensitive skin glowing beneath his fingers; the way she moved as he held her down; the sounds she made each time the palm of his hand connected with her bottom. He knew it hurt, he heard it in her moans and yelping. Earlier I told you Perrin enjoyed dominating his wife, but he also enjoys hurting her. It was proof that this was more than a play. His control was absolute even to the point of such physical discomfort. It isn’t even just about control, actually causing the pain and hearing and feeling her reaction to it turned him on. This might sound wrong, but when others like Emma can enjoy receiving pain, why would it be wrong to enjoy being the one giving it? There is of course a limit to this. Perrin loves his wife and he can only hurt her so much. In fact he knows that if he ever hurts her for more than she can handle, the guilt he will feel would vastly overwhelm any pleasure he could derive from such an act. But this is yet another reason why he enjoys punishing his wife, how he can test her limits, flirt with the edges of what he can and cannot do and give them both that which they want and need.
And what Emma needed right now was a good firm spanking, so Perrin picked up the pace, no longer giving her that time to think between each smack. Her bottom coloured a wonderful red between his fingers.

Emma crossed her legs as Perrin suddenly increased her punishment once more. She knew he loved it when she wriggled and kicked her legs. He longed for that show of discomfort, that inability to control herself. She wouldn’t give it to him. Not yet.
Her bottom was burning however. It felt like it was on fire and she needed all her concentration to accept what he gave her. She barely made a sound, needing all the breath she could gather in order to breathe. She was not sure of how much more she could take and he hadn’t even picked up the wooden spoon yet. For a moment she feared he might have forgotten. But no, he would not. They’d never used a spoon before, there was no way he would miss the opportunity to experiment with it. This brought another fear however, she had no idea how much it would hurt, or if she could even handle being spanked with a spoon. It had such a tiny zone of impact on such a long handle…
When the smacks stopped, Perrin’s hand felt hot and heavy resting on her glowing bottom. “Are you okay?” He asked her.
‘No.’ Emma wanted to say. ‘My bottom is on fire.’ But she knew his concern was genuine and not something she should joke about. “Sorry, I was just distracted.” She said.
Perrin softly scratched her sore buttocks with the back of his nails. It was a sensation she both loved and hated, it seemed impossible how much such a simple act could hurt. “I must not be doing my best if you can feel distracted.” He said.
“Oh no.” Emma managed after her gasp at the sudden pain. “I was just thinking of the wooden spoon. Wondering when you wanted to use it.”
She felt Perrin bend over to pick it up. He rubbed the smooth wooden end over the tops of her buttocks. “I guess I can give the lady what she wants.” She could hear the grin on his face in his words.

Perrin used the wooden spoon as an excuse to give Emma a moment to recuperate. The spanking had grown intense and he knew she was close to her limit. He took advantage of the pause to play and tease. He stroked her softly with the spoon, the wood barely touching her skin. He traced the curves of her bright red behind and let it slip down between her buttocks. His eyes followed it to her most intimate areas and noticed the wetness hidden there when his wife raised her bottom in an appreciative motion. It always surprised him how aroused she could still be after an intense spanking, with a bottom so sore and painful. Himself he had been erect from the moment she’d let herself be draped across his lap.
Perrin had no idea how long he’d been sitting like that, on the fallen tree with his wife across his lap. He had been so absorbed in the act that he had ignored his surroundings. Now, as he let her rest, he looked around. The clean smell of the forest surrounded them, it was eerily quiet now that the sound of the spanking was no longer echoing against the trees. If anyone had heard them before, he wouldn’t have known; if anyone had seen them, he would’ve been too busy to notice. The thought lit a spark of excitement. He had often imagined them being caught and even thought of spanking his wife in a more public setting. He would proudly announce that yes, he spanked his wife, she deserved it, she wanted it and trusted him to be fair and just yet strict when he did. Emma would be embarrassed of course. She should be, embarrassed for her naughty behaviour that got her in so much trouble, embarrassed that she needed her husband to spank her for her misdeeds. Emma enjoyed the threat of being caught, but he was unsure she could handle the actual embarrassment of being seen. He respected that and would never take the risk until she indicated otherwise. In the meantime, he took her out here into the forest, where no-one could find them, but where they could both enjoy that feeling of danger. It was time to continue.

While the air had felt warm before, now it felt cool in comparison to her burning behind. As she rested across her husbands lap and managed to catch her breath, Emma tried to prepare for the second part of her punishment. She knew the worst was yet to come. From what I have told you, you should realize that Emma enjoys these spankings, physically and emotionally. You might wonder then, how they could be in any way useful as a form of discipline.
The truth is they aren’t. Not in the traditional way that punishment is meant to instil fear into you. Emma does not follow her husbands rules because she is afraid of punishment. She follows his rules because she wants to. She submits to him because it turns her on, it turns him on, it makes him happy just as it makes her happy. The discipline is not meant to make her fear, it is meant to encourage her to try harder. The traditional form of discipline would prove its shortcomings after a few repeats, if she hadn’t improved her behaviour after a couple of those, she never would. But no matter how much you improved, there is always room for more and more encouragement besides. Those encouragements could be harsh and painful lessons, or long and sensual sessions. No matter how well she behaved, she’d get them eventually. But when she tried her best, they were more enjoyable then when she didn’t. That’s how they worked.
When Perrin lifted the wooden spoon from her bottom, she knew her time for such thoughts was up. Her behaviour hadn’t been too much to her husbands tastes these last few weeks and today’s session would not be without it’s share of pain. She clenched her teeth and grasped at the grass in front of her as the first stinging smack landed on her already sore behind. Already a lot off the grass had been pulled from the ground where her hands rested.
Unlike his hand, the wooden spoon set just a tiny spot in her buttocks ablaze and not her whole buttocks in one single stroke. It was like a single spot that stung just a bit more than the rest. A moment later it was joined by another spot on the other buttocks, stinging even more. Perrin got into a slow rhythm and set the spoon to connect with her bottom harder and harder. He was testing how hard he could swing the new implement before she reacted. Emma knew he wouldn’t stop increasing his force before she gave him a reaction. Bravely she kept still until over a dozen sharp stinging spots covered her bottom. When she finally let out a soft yelp, she feared she had waited too long. That last smack stung much more and from now on she knew he would consider this the proper amount of force to use. Before she could chide herself for her stubbornness, a flurry of smacks spread across her bottom. The many stinging spots combined into one fiery stinging sensation that set her legs kicking and made her squeal and curse.

The wooden spoon made a satisfying swishing sound as Perrin swung it. Well he didn’t really swing it, not with his arm like he had when spanking Emma with his bare hand. He made a single motion with his wrist, using the spoons long handle for momentum. It made it easier to land many quick smacks in rapid succession. Which is exactly what he did after he found the best angle and strength to use.
The result couldn’t have been more satisfying. Emma started to kick and struggle, finally losing that last bit of self control. She had given up control to him when she let herself be put over his lap of course, but Perrin enjoyed exacting every last bit of it, until she was no longer in control of her own body. He had wanted to let her rest after that first initial burst of pain. But when he paused, he heard the noises she made were not just grunts and moans, but curses as well. “Emma. Those words are not proper for a young lady. Especially not for one in your current position.” He said.
The kicking and struggling stilled. “I think it’s perfectly normal for someone in my current position.” She replied.
Perrin bit back a laugh and tried to sound stern. “Very well.” he said, it seemed she was ready for more. Now swinging with his elbow he put a bit more force behind the smacks as he paddled her bottom with the wooden spoon.
“I’m sorry.” Emma said after her initial surprised yelp. “I didn’t mean that, please wait.”
But Perrin didn’t. Emma knew well enough the risk of her own cheekiness and now she’d have to pay for it. She squealed and howled as he peppered her bottom. She kicked her legs and struggled. But she no longer cursed, she probably needed her breath for these first actual cries of pain.

By the time her husband stopped, Emma was out of breath and no longer able to resist in any way. Had her bottom seemed on fire before? It couldn’t have been anywhere near as hot as it felt now. Her mind switched between an a feeling of injustice that she had to let him do these things to her, disbelief that she let him do so again and again; and a promise to herself that she would try harder, would be a better submissive to make sure their next session wouldn’t be this bad. Still, when Perrin told her to stand up, she felt – despite her discomfort, despite the pain, despite knowing she couldn’t possible take any more than what he had given her – a sense of disappointment that it was over.
“Did you learn anything today?” Perrin asked her when she stood in front of him. Her skirt had fallen down and chafed against her sore skin, she winced as she thought of the long walk back.
“Yes, sir.” She replied dutifully.
Perrin smiled. “I guess these next few days we’ll see if that’s true.” He looked her up and down. “Now, get on your knees please.”
Emma’s heart jumped to her throat, but she quickly obeyed her husbands orders. Almost all sessions ended like this, she would prove to him she was a dutiful submissive. She would pleasure him to thank him for his time and the valuable lessons and encouragement he gave her to help better herself. Truth be told, she loved it. Kneeling in front of him now, she knew exactly what he wanted. She could already feel him in her mouth, already taste him. It was odd that this gave her a sense of power, her ability to pleasure her husband in this way. She was also wrong.
Perrin moved to the side and patted the fallen tree he’d been sitting on. “Bend over.” He said.
Surprised and now unsure of his plans, Emma obeyed.
“Do you remember what I asked you before we started?” Perrin asked her.
“No.” She admitted.
“I asked you whether you remember all the naughty things you’ve done since your previous disciplinary session. Do you remember how you answered?”
A cold realisation dawned on her and Emma shook her head. “Was I cheeky?” She asked.
“You were.” Perrin replied. “And do you know what happens to cheeky girls?”
‘They get chocolate.’ Emma wanted to say. But no, her bottom was already sore, she had promised herself to try harder at following the rules. “They get spanked.” She said meekly, quickly followed by: “I’m sorry.” She didn’t point out he had already spanked her, that had been planned long before her cheeky reply, that spanking had been for something else. This next one was for the things she’d done after.

“They do indeed.” Perrin said as he raised his hand. The rush of excitement he had was almost overwhelming. He had set it all up of course, toying with her head, planning this last bit of her punishment after she would’ve thought it was all over. Ever since he’d seen this fallen log he’d wanted to bend her over it. The arch of her back, the way her red bottom stuck up in the air, it was a perfect way to end it. He used his hand to spank her now, slow and firm smacks. Her bottom was sore and hadn’t had much rest, his wife moaned each time his hand connected with her behind. The sound set his blood boiling and Perrin could no longer help himself. After just a dozen smacks he slid off the tree and knelt behind her. He undid his belt and lowered his trousers, then grabbed his wife by the hips. After all he had done to her, Emma was still wet and ready for him. He slipped into her easily. It wasn’t soft sensual love-making. No, Perrin fucked his wife hard there on the forest floor, bent over a fallen tree. If her moans are to be believed she enjoyed it just as much as he did.
When he climaxed and his thrusting came to a sudden stop Emma moaned softly, begging for more. “No, not for you.” Perrin said, roughly grabbing her sore buttocks. “You’ll have to earn it first.” He stood up and pulled up his trousers.
Emma stood up as well, rubbing herself against her husband in a hug. “What do I have to do?” She begged.

Emma looked up at her husband with her most pleading eyes. She was so horny she could barely contain herself, her buttocks were sore, her skirt chafed, her knees were sore as well now and she was wet from his juices between her thighs. She wanted nothing more than his permission to cum.
“You’ll need to prove that you will honestly do your best to improve your behaviour from now on.” Her husband told her. He had a mean grin on his face and Emma realized he wasn’t going to make things easy on her. “Turn around.” He said when Emma did not reply.
Emma turned quickly, showing she could follow orders seemed prudent if she was going to prove herself properly submissive. Perrin rolled up her skirt to her lower back and tucked it behind the elastic, once more exposing her red bottom to the warm air, yet protecting it from the touch of her skirt. “You’ll walk in front of me while we return to the car.” He said. “Whenever you have an errant thought, a desire to do something naughty or an improper idea; you will stop and ask me: ‘please sir, could you spank me?’ I will carry the spoon and will happily oblige.” Emma’s face turned red as her husband unfolded his plans, but he did not let her interrupt. “If, when we reach the car, I think you’ve been truthful, I will see to it personally that you get your reward.”
Emma blushed and took a few breaths before she could reply. “You can’t punish me for what I think.” She said.
Perrin smiled. “I’m not punishing you.” He said. “You’re asking me and I’m just helping.” Then he grinned. “How hard can it be, you can’t possible be feeling up to any naughtiness so shortly after your recent discipline.”
Emma reached behind her to rub her bottom and with a wince pulled back her hands quickly, reminding herself once more of how recent that had actually been. “Fine.” She said. To tell you the truth, she didn’t want to argue. She loved the idea of walking in front of her husband, proudly displaying her red bottom, knowing he’d only have eyes for her and her swaying walk. She also felt giddy at the idea that a bare-bottomed walk through the forest increased the chances of being caught by a lot. Of course if they did get caught, all she had to do was pull down her skirt. She just hoped that should that happen Perrin would still give her the reward he’d promised. He wouldn’t want her to keep her red bottom on display if anyone could see, could he? Doubt, anxiety and excitement ate at her as they made their way back through the forest the way they’d came. They didn’t encounter anyone on their way.

It had slowly grown darker as they found their way out of the forest. To Perrin’s surprise he’d had the pleasure of swinging the wooden spoon at Emma’s bottom another seventeen times. That was a lot more than he’d expected and while he was rewarded with a soft moan for each of them, he couldn’t help but wonder what things his wife had been thinking about when she stopped and asked him to ‘please spank me’.
When they returned to the field where they had parked, he freed Emma’s skirt from its elastic before they walked to the car. Only two cars remained including their own, the other was quite dirty, as if it had been there for a while. “Put your panties back on.” Perrin commanded. “You know the rules for a proper young lady.”
Emma blushed and looked at him expectantly. “Don’t you have them?” She asked.
“Why would I have your panties?” Perrin asked in confusion.
Emma shrugged and a slow blush crept up on her face. Perrin suddenly realized. “You forget them didn’t you?” He asked.
Emma nodded. “I guess, yes.”
Perrin wanted to laugh but suddenly had a much better idea. “Well that will be an interesting find for the next hiker passing our spot.” He said with a stern voice. “You should be more careful. Not only are you littering the forest and leaving behind inappropriate mementos, you’re also breaking one of the rules by not wearing any panties for the long ride home.” He smiled wickedly. “Luckily, I know exactly what to do about that.”
He took Emma by the wrist and walked her to the car. Then he made her bend over the hood of the car and lifted her skirt, exposing her bottom in the dark field outside the forest.

Emma could feel her heart thumping beneath her breasts. The car’s hood was warm beneath her hands from standing in the sun all day. The air in comparison was cool against her glowing bottom. The long walk back had cooled it down considerably. It was probably more pink than red by now, ignoring a few round spots that might show a bruise. She was not afraid of another spanking. It always surprised her how quickly she recuperated from one and how fast she could feel ready for more. There were limits of course, after what she’d already gotten it wouldn’t take long before the stinging pain came back as hotly as it had been before. She waited breathlessly as Perrin walked around the car to put their basket in the trunk, wondering whether he’d keep the spoon or not.
She felt very exposed out here. Inside the forest things had been manageable, but out here, with a strange car right beside their own, where anyone could come and go, they were at a much higher chance of being seen. You could see a long distance across the fields, luckily it was nearly completely dark by now.
The relief she felt when Perrin returned without the spoon was quickly smothered when she saw him undo his belt. “Oh no, please.” She mumbled, but not loud enough for him to hear.
“Six lashes with the belt.” Her husband said. “And you revoke your right to a reward. Or twelve lashes and you get your reward right after, out here where anyone can see what a naughty girl you’ve been.”
Emma blushed but did not hesitate. “Twelve, please sir.”
She heard her husband positioning himself to her right and then heard the belt swinging before it hit. She cried out softly. She’d been wrong, the pain didn’t come back quickly, it was already there! She yelped and squealed as the thick leather belt set her bottom ablaze for five more lashes. Then her husband switched sides for the second half. Bravely, Emma took her punishment, keeping her bottom up high in the air as she leaned on their car. Proudly she presented her sore red bottom to her husband. He rewarded her with six more hard, painful swats with his belt.
Perrin dropped the belt and was suddenly beside her. His hand pushed her legs apart. “Good girl.” He said and pushed two fingers deep inside her. Emma moaned loudly as he thrust them in and out. His second hand swatted her bottom. Normally they would have been playful swats, but with her bottom so sore, they renewed the sting again and again. Emma buckled her hips and arched her back, begging for more. The first hand slid down, the two wet fingers finding her clit as his thumb took their place inside her. With just three fingers he held her and she was completely in his control once again. A few more smacks with his other hand and she was shaking uncontrollably. “Please sir, can I cum?” She managed just in time.
“Yes.” Her husband said, just a single word and Emma finally got her reward.

I could end the story here I suppose. I could leave you with this last image of Emma, bent over the hood of the car, sweating and moaning, her red bottom thrust in the air, her husbands fingers deftly bringing her to climax. But I prefer another image, the image that Perrin remembers the most when he thinks back on this particular day.
It was in the car on their way home. Both of them were satiated and exhausted. But for Emma the trail wasn’t really over yet. It was a long ride home and there is only one proper way to sit in a car. Her bottom was pressed firmly in the car seat for the long ride home. She had lifted her skirt all the way in the back so that her hot bottom was in direct contact with the cool leather of the seats. It didn’t help much, but it did give her husband a nice view of her bare legs and thighs. Emma was constantly aware of her sore bottom and Perrin could see it in her face. Emma fidgeted and moved as if there was a possible position in which she could sit comfortably.
“Emma, what did I tell you about sitting still?” Perrin asked her.
Emma blushed and tried her best not to move or show her discomfort. That is the image Perrin remembers most fondly. His lovely wife with her face blushing red, an adorable pout on her lips and her legs bared to cool her bottom from a well earned spanking.



Spanking at the park – choose a story

Hey everyone

A little while ago I posted a poll. In this poll you were to choose a picture on which i would improvise a story. When I did however, I made a mistake and forgot to add one of the options to the poll. I added the option later, but it obviously got a lot less votes.

To make up for my mistake, I wrote a short story for the picture that was at first left out of the poll. Hope you enjoy:

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The sun stood high in the sky and the soft breeze was just enough to make the day’s heat bearable. It was a warm summer’s day and the local park was already slowly filling up. Most of the students were still at school however and it was still quiet enough for Mike to sit and enjoy reading his book in the shade of a tree. Shortly ater he sat down, a young couple passed him and lay down in the grass just a few feet away from him. Mike noticed because the girl was wearing an extremely short dress. Those were one of the reasons he enjoyed sitting in the park in the summer, at least outside the peak hours like today. As he looked up over the edge of his book, he saw the girl had turned on her side, her tiny skirt barely enough to cover her full, round bottom. The guy she was with lay on his back, his cap covering his face to protect his eyes from the sun. The girl played with the grass beneath her hands as she was obviously bored as her boyfriend dozed off. Mike couldn’t stop looking, he was completely distracted from his book by her bare legs and the darkness beneath her skirt. Just an inch or so more and he might catch a glimpse of her panties, he thought.
Suddenly the girl looked over her shoulder and caught him peeking at her. Mike blushed and looked down at his book. But over the edge of the text he could see her smiling at him, she did not look away again. Then he noticed her hand reaching down as she pulled up her skirt slightly. Mike’s breath caught as he caught a glimpse of the bright red panties underneath. He pretended to be reading his book as he grew rock hard with excitement. The girl wriggled her bottom slightly as she returned her attention to the grass in front of her.
Every time Mike lowered his book and peeked at her legs and panties, the girl looked up and smiled at him, as if she could feel his eyes on her. Long minutes passed, Mike read the same page in his book four, five times, without remembering what he was reading. He was not sure what to do, the girl obviously enjoyed teasing him, but was he supposed to keep watching, or just occassionally peek? The guy laying next to her was completely oblivious of what was going on. At one point the girl looked over her shoulder at her boyfriend before curling up a bit more, showing off a bigger part of her panties and the curves of her bottom. Mike took a deep breath and failed to pretend he was still interested in his book. The girls hand appeared between her legs, rubbing the soft red fabric between her legs. The curve of her lips became obvious beneath her panties as she slightly spread her legs to pressed a single finger between them.
Mike’s breathing grew ragged as the girl rubbed herself, his own pants threatened to burst and he felt a deep urge to touch himself. He was afraid however to move as it might spoil the moment.
The girl bit her lip and stared at him, making no secret of what she was doing, of he she enjoyed hm watching her. A small moan escaped her lips and the guy beside her moved. She froze and Erik quickly looked down at his book.

His heart was beating at lightning speed. He heard the guy sit up. HE felt like he’d been caught doing something wrong, even though he hadn’t done anything, just watch. “What are you doing?” He heard the guy ask.
The girl’s answer was whispered, too quiet to be heard.
A small argument arose and Mike tried to focus on his book. The guy was loud and clear while the girl was quiet and embarrassed. No matter how hard he tried to ignore them, he couldn’t help overhearing the things he said. “… you’re always doing this … so inappropriate … embarrassing …”
When the girl suddenly squealed, Mike quickly looked up. He feared the guy might’ve hit her in his anger. Instead, he saw her laying across his lap with her bottom in the air. The red panties and curved bottom she’d been teasing before were now in full display for anyone to see. Her boyfriend smacked her bottom hard and Mike’s erection returned immediately. He no longer pretended to read his book as he witnessed the young girl’s public spanking. The quick hard smack and her squeals and moans. Before she could react her panties were lowered and Mike had a great view of her bare bottom and a pussy still wet from when she’d been rubbing herself before. The spanking continued as the girl squirmed and begged, her bottom slowly turning nearly as red as her panties had been.
When they finished the girl rolled off her boyfriend’s lap and quickly covered herself. The guy scolded her in a whispered voice, this time Mike could not understand what they were saying.
After a while, the girl stood up and approached him, rubbing her bottom as she stood in front of him. “I want to apologize.” She said. “For exposing myself in front of you and creating an embarrassing and humiliating situation for the both of us. I’m sorry.”
Mike stared at her in surprize. “It… It’s okay.” He said. “I didn’t mind.”
The girl blushed. “Thank you.” She said before quickly running back to her boyfriend.


Parent’s night – choose a story

Hey everyone

A little while ago I posted a poll with different pictures from which you could chose a story. I have now finished the story inspired by this winning picture, hope you will all enjoy:

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As a young mother, Samantha raised her daughter, Anna, all by herself. The father, had disappeared shortly after their fling, leaving her a teenage mother. Taking care of the child on her own had not been easy and when puberty hit, Anna had been nearly unmanageble. By the time her daughter turned sixteen, Samantha had feared she would turn out just like her: a school drop-out with a belly big from some acne-ridden boy she met at a party. That’s when she intervened and sent her daughter to a different school. Anna had been attending the private institute for three months now and her beaviour had already improved remarkably.
The OTK Institute for Girls was a girls-only boarding school that was specialized in trouble-makers like Anna. One of their controversial policies was the use of corporal punishment. Anna had already more than once arrived home on friday with faded marks on her bottom. The girls stayed at school during the week, under constant supervision, only going home during the weekends and holidays. The school kept an open communication with the girls’ mothers, keeping them involved and informed. Every other month, some of the mothers were invited to the school to discuss their daughter’s progress. Which was why Samantha now made her way through the school’s hallways, looking for the classroom with Anna’s superviser.

When she finally arrived at the typical classroom, opening the door without knocking, she feared she’d gotten the wrong room. A blush krept up her face as she saw a woman, a bit older than herself, standing in the corner of her room with her bottom bared and red from a spanking. Before she could apologize and leave however, the other woman in the room sitting behind the desk spoke: “You must be Samantha, Anna’s mother? Please come in.”
Confused and unsure of what was going on Samantha approached the desk and sat down on one of the hard wooden chairs. She tried her best to ignore the woman in the corner.
“I’m Erika, Anna’s school superviser. This your first evaluation, isn’t it Samantha?”
Samantha confirmed her that it was. The young woman – she must’ve been 5-7 years younger than herself – started listing the good and bad behaviour her daughter had displayed at her school. She asked if Samantha had received all the notes with concerns from teachers. Samantha confirmed that she had.
“Anna’s behavious has improved since she is with us.” Erika concluded. “But not nearly as much as we expected. We’ve already talked to her about this, and it’s made us think you might be the problem.”
Samantha blushed. “Me?” She asked. “What do I have to do with it?”
“You are her mother, aren’t you?” Erika asked. “What have you done to improve her behaviour? How have you improved her upbringing?”
Samantha didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t done anything really, except for sending her to a new school. “What do you mean?” She asked.
“You haven’t punished her when she got in trouble? Or rewarded her for good behaviour, have you? You’ve put all that responsibility in our hands without doing anything yourself.”
Confused Samantha replied: “Isn’t that the whole point? In this school she will be taught discipline and how to behave herself.”
Erika shook her head. “This is a joined enterprise. We work together with the girls’ parents, especially their mother, to better their lives. You will need to do better in the future, or you will find yourself in this room much more often than you will like.”
“What happens in this room then?” Samanthe asked.
Erika looked over her shoulder at the woman in the corner. Samantha had almost forgotten about her. “Haven’t you guessed?” She asked. “You’re getting the sme treatment your daughter does when she misbehaves.”
Samantha blushed deeply. “You’re joking! You can’t do that.”
Now it was time for Erika to look confused. “Of course we can. You agreed to it when you signed her up for this school.”
Samantha shook her head. “I agreed to no such thing.”
Erika turned and pulled a pack of paper from a drawer beneath the desk. “It’s right here in the school rules.” She said. “You should’ve gotten a copy when you signed it. You did sign the rulebook, didn’t you?”
Samantha blushed. She remembered signing the thing. She hadn’t read it of course, who ever read a school’s rulebook? “Yes, but…”
“There’s two chapters about discipline, one for the girl assigned to the school and one for her mother. You can’t have missed it, so I don’t see the problem…” The superviser stood up from her chair and Samantha shrank back in her chair.

A second chair stood beside the desk. The superviser sat down and carefully arranged her skirts. “If you have no further objections.” She said. “You can come lie across my lap. I see you’re not wearing pants so you don’t need to pull those down. I’ll deal with your panties myself.”
Samantha blushed scarlet. She had no idea what to do. Running away was too embarrassing, but getting spanked would be even worse. She couldn’t run away of course. If they refused to accept Anna, she’d become her old unmanageble self. She needed them. She just didn’t understand why she had to be spanked.
‘Because you’re a bad mother.’ A tiny voice said in her head. Samantha blushed deeply. But part of her felt the voice was right. Suddenly she felt guilty. It wasn’t the first time she felt like this. Every time she’d seen the faded marks on her daughter’s bottom or the note in her agenda saying ‘discipline administered’, she’d felt that guilt, the feeling that she was failing her daughter.
Slowly she got up and moved to Erika’s side. She promised herself then that she would try harder, that she would be a better mother. The spanking she was about to receive would just serve as an extra encouragement to do better. She bent over Erika’s lap.
The young woman grabbed her by the hips and pulled Samantha forward until her hands rested on the floor, her bottom atop Erika’s lap high in the air. Samantha blushed thinking of how her own daughter must’ve found herself in the same position across the same woman’s knee. Erika grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled up the skirt until her panties showed. Samantha whimpered at the humiliating position she found herself in. “These are cute.” The young woman said. “Where did you buy them?”
Samantha blushed scarlet. Why was she talking about her underwear? “Victoria’s secret.” She replied.
“I like them.” Erika said. “Anna has some like thse too, doesn’t she?” She asked as she slipped her fingers behind the elastic and slowly pulled them down to bare her bottom. “Though they might be a bit inappropriate for such a young girl.”
“She doesn’t have anything like these.” Samantha replied, momentarily distracted from the fact her bottom was being bared. “Unless she…”
Erika pulled her panties the rest of the way to her knees with a short jerk. “Unless she stole yours.” She finished her sentence.
Samantha blushed, suddenly aware of how exposed she was.
“Well then, let me show you a way to deal with her the next time she steals one of your underwear.” Erika said. And without further warning, she swung her hand and smacked Samantha’s bottom.
Samantha squealed in surprize, but Erika didn’t give her much time to breath. One smack followed the other and the sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room, accompanied by Samantha’s squeals and whimpering.

As her bottom slowly turnd red, Samantha fought to keep her self-composure. Though that proved impossible in the position she was in. Her hair hung in front of her eyes, her bottom stung, it hurt and was only getting worse, she couldn’t stop herself squealing or kicking her legs and tears were making a mess of her mascara.
The young woman who held her down with a single hand pressed against her lower back was obviously experienced in giving a good spanking. She never knew where the next smack woul land, how hard, how fast. She’d spank herslowly, hard, each smack sending a shockwave through her body and leaving behind a large stinging area on her bottom. Then she’d suddenly speed up, spreading a quick flurry of stinging smacks all across her bottom that made her squeal and try to wriggle away to safety. But there was no safety to be had, not from that hand punishing her bottom. Dark lines of mascara ran down her cheeks as Samantha cried for her helplessbess, her guilt, the pain and the extreme embarrassment.
Her bottom was bright red when Erika finally let her rest. The young woman’s hand rested on her thighs, uncomfortably reminding her of her embarrassing nudity, but thankfully away from her hot stinging cheeks. “You can get up now.” She said.
Samantha stood, she winced when her skirt fell down, brushing heavily against her sore bottom. She carefully touched them.
“Don’t start rubbing yet.” Erika said. “Stand over there and bend over my desk please.”
Samantha’s eyes popped open in surprise. “What? No, please no, not any more.” She pleaded.
Erika walked to the desk and picked up a long wooden ruler. “Now Samantha!” She said. “A simple hand-spanking might be enough for a little girl like Anna. But for a grown woman like yourself we need to be more dilligent.”
At each step that Samanthe took she wanted to turn and run, until she finally reached the desk.
“Bend over.” Erika said.
Whimpering Samantha bent over. The wooden desk was low, her bottom was up high in the air. She flinched when Erika dropped something heavy on the desk. It was Anna’s agenda. “Twenty-four notes.” Erika said. “That’s quite the amount. Normally we would double that number for the amount of srokes you’d receive from the ruler. But you’re lucky this is your first time. If it was twenty-four notes in one month, you’d get 48 strokes, but these are the notes of her first three months in our school, so you’re only getting 36.”
Samantha winced, thirty three smacks of that wicked ruler scared her too much to think. The cold wooden ruler was placed across her bottom. She sqealed as it disappeared and then reappeared with a loud thwack, leaving a red stinging stripe across her bottom. “Count them, please.” Erika said.
“One.” Samantha whimpered.
Each stroke landed hard and sharp across her bottom, Samantha called them out loudly, afraid to miss one. The desk carried most of her wait, but her legs shivered keeping her sore bottom up in the air exposed to her punishment. New tears rew lines alongside the old ones on her cheeks as they passed the half-way point. She was sobbing and squealing as she counted past twenty. Every number came out as a whisper when they reached thirty. After thirty six, she didn’t move, afraid that if she did, Erika would declare they would start the next part of her punishment. As long as she stayed where she was, she could believe it was over.
“Get up please.” Erika said. “I hope you’ve learned a valuable lesson today.”
Samantha stood and blushed. “I have, miss.” She said.
“Good, then go and stand in the corner, please.” She turned to the other woman standing in the corner. “You can leave now Mia.”
Samantha looked up at the woman who hard, if not seen, heard everything. She blushed scarlet. How could she have forgotten the woman was there? Mia, the woman in the corner, pulled up her panties and hurried out of the room. Samantha took her place in the corner. “Hands on your head.” Erika said, she stood right behind her. Samantha did as she was told as Erika rolled up her dress, hooking it behind the ribbon on her lower back, making sure her red, sore bottom was exposed as she stood in the corner. “You dropped these on your way to the desk.” She said, dropping her panties at her feet. Samantha stared at the wall and blushed.
There was a knock at the door. “Come in.” Erika said. “You must be Clara’s mum. Come sit.” Samantha blushed as she felt a second pair of eyes on her bottom. But she listened closely as Clara’s mother received the same treatment she was just starting to recover from herself.


A little black dress – chapter 3

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We’re up to chapter three

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Chapter three – Presenting an opportunity

When they finally left the forest behind, they crossed wide fields. They reminded Eve of the days before she had met Kal. Despite the dangers she had faced amongst his fellow soldiers and the pains her bottom had endured in those few days, she preferred those memories over those associated with fields and cruel farmers that worked them. Perhaps it was just the view in the distance of the village they were slowly approaching that soured her mood. She was scared to again be amongst people she did not know. Kal would probably leave her, having brought her to safety, he would want to go his own way, perhaps find a way to get back to his lover. She would be all alone, surrounded by people who could ask anything of her. As a gaeth it should not scare her, but as a girl without her memories, it did.

The village was bustling with activity when they arrived, it looked so much like the village she had visited with Jack that she almost thought she had travelled in a circle and returned. A small market square surrounded by low houses was filled with farmers trading their harvest, this time however the man at her side wasn’t greeted by anyone or bartering at stalls. He made his way to a small tavern, which almost seemed out of place in a village this small. When they entered Kal asked for a room for them both. Eve appreciated the gesture greatly, because inviting her to his room clearly stated that she was working for him, no-one could give her other work until he let her go. She was safe, for now.
The room was small and had only a single bed, Kal didn’t comment on it and neither did Eve. They had slept on the forest floor together, a single bed would do. Kal had asked for a bathtub, but had to carry it up to the room himself, Eve had made herself useful carrying the buckets of hot water. Another gaeth would have probably offered to wash his back, but Eve was still too embarrassed around Kal and left him alone until she could use the leftover water. She got a hot drink from the tavern-keeper, a well-rounded woman, and waited in the small common room.
“So, where do you two come from?” She asked. The woman probably got very few guests and wanted to talk, Eve wondered how many questions she could safely answer.
“From Braich.” She answered, “through the forest.”
“Oh, really. I’ve never heard of a man and a gaeth travelling together, at least not for such a long distance.” She sounded truly curious.
“Oh no. I only met Kal in the forest, I was lost, you could say he saved me by bringing me here.”
“Really?” Their short talk was suddenly interrupted by noises from outside.
Eve looked out the window and saw a laughing group of soldiers quickly approaching the tavern. “I better go check if Kal wants any help,” she said and hurried upstairs to their little room. “Soldiers, outside!” She blurted out as soon as she entered the room.
Kal was still in the tub, leaning his head against the edge. At that moment they heard the sounds of the soldiers entering the tavern. Kal looked up at her. “Take off your dress, get in the tub.” He said. Eve blushed deeply, but there were already footsteps on the stairs. She dropped her dress on top of Kal’s uniform, trying to cover it up and climbed in. There was no room for her and she sat on the edge, the water barely reaching her knees. “Take the bath brush.” Kal explained. “With a little bit of luck they won’t recognize me without my uniform.” Eve dipped the brush in the water and brushed it across Kal’s back as the soldiers suddenly barged into their room.
“It’s true.” One of them said upon entering. “Just an old man and a pretty girl half his age.” The others laughed.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Kal asked. He sounded angry. Eve realised he was playing his part. She should act upset as well, but all she could do was blush. It was all too obvious the soldiers were enjoying the view of a young woman perched on the edge of the tub.
“Don’t worry old man, we’re not here for you or some silly gaeth. Though I do wish we had more time so you could lend her to us, my back needs a good brushing.” The others laughed again.
Kal didn’t answer this time, but waited until they had left again. Right after they left the tavern keeper entered. “I’m so sorry,” she said, “are you all right?” She blushed seeing Eve climb out of the tub, with Kal still in it. “Oh, I didn’t realise… I’m sorry, I hope they didn’t disturb you, I couldn’t stop them, I told them you were just a soldier and a gaeth.” Despite being sorry, she didn’t look away while Eve grabbed her dress. And why should she? Kal was mostly hidden in his tub and a gaeth would not be ashamed.

“They weren’t after us, they were soldiers from the high king.” Kal said when they were alone again.. “I wonder what they are doing all the way out here.” Eve dried her legs with a small towel while Kal took the bigger one. “We got lucky this time, we can’t trust the tavern-keeper to keep our identity secret, not without a good reason.” He seemed unashamed of his nudity, how could he not see her stare? He might not be interested in women, but that didn’t mean they weren’t interested in him, she thought. “You will have to go to the market and try buy me some farmer’s clothes. Then we have to travel on to another village where they haven’t seen me in uniform.” Kal continued, unaware of her blushing looks.
Eve cringed, she did not want to go out alone, but as a gaeth she could not refuse such a simple task and as a woman she knew the danger paled compared to the things he in turn had done for her.

There were still quite a few townspeople outside, but they did not seem interested in her. Eve caught bits of conversation as she looked for a farmer that had more to sell than just the day’s harvest of fruits and vegetables. Everyone seemed to talk about the soldiers, invading their homes, looking for someone or something. Eve wondered if they were the same as those that had upset the nice family she had stayed with before meeting Kal. To think that was only a few days ago, it seemed like months.
When a hand touched her shoulder she turned around and looked up in the eyes of a young man. “Can I help you?” He asked.
Eve was shortly startled, but she could definitely use some help on her quest. “I’m looking for clothes.” She said. “For a man.”
“I see, so you have an errand, how unfortunate, at least let me accompany you and show you where you can find some.”
Eve was immediately charmed by the friendly stranger who offered to help a gaeth with her task. He wore simple farmers’ clothes and whilst walking told her he was from a nearby village, he introduced himself as Alex. “So, anything fancy? The clothes I mean, for your…”
“My friend, no just something to work the fields.” Eve replied, she was delighted to be able to talk to someone and felt ten times as safe not wandering around alone.
“So, he is a farmer then, perhaps when you finished your errand for him, you could do something for me?”
Eve almost missed a step, she should’ve expected this. At least he didn’t seem to be asking something dishonourable. “Oh, maybe, my friend and I are leaving soon, I’ll have to ask him if I have time.”
“Of course… You’re travelling together? Perhaps I could accompany you. The errand I had in mind isn’t an urgent one. I was planning on leaving tomorrow…”
Eve blushed. “I don’t know, I’d have to ask him.” She didn’t know what to make of this man, was he just being friendly or was he flirting with her? People didn’t flirt with gaeth, did they?
“I’m sure he will agree, but let’s pick out some clothes first.” They had arrived at the outer edge of the market, where several farmers’ wives sold piles of second hand clothing.

Eve strolled back to the tavern with a pile of clothing in her arms and the kind stranger right behind her. She wondered how Kal would react, but he could hardly blame her. She couldn’t just forbid him from following her.
Once arrived she went straight up to their room, leaving Alex behind in the tavern’s common room. “I’ve got you some things.” She told Kal, who had all this time been waiting for her. “I hope they fit.”
Kal took the clothes from her arms and immediately picked out a shirt from amongst them. “Perfect.” He said, “I take it you didn’t ran into any trouble?”
Eve smiled, so he was concerned about her! “No, I actually got help from a man, he showed me where to find the clothes.”
“You sound surprised.” Kal said with a grin. “Not all men are pigs you know.”
Eve blushed, most of them were, at least amongst the few she had met since losing her memory. But she hadn’t told Kal about that yet. Perhaps she should. “He’s down in the common room.” She just said instead.
“You brought him along?” Kal sounded surprised.
“Well I couldn’t really stop him, could I?”
Kal grimaced, “well let’s go meet him then.” He had just pulled on one of the trousers she had bought him, the clothes fit him almost perfectly. Eve was at the same time proud of herself and startled that she had hardly noticed him taking the others off.

Later that evening Eve tried to sleep, she still had her dress on, laying against Kal’s back in the narrow bed. She hadn’t wanted to take it off, it would make both of them too uncomfortable. It was a strange thought that she could’ve been sharing a bed with Alex. He hadn’t asked her, nothing like that. But Kal had told her he was clearly interested in her. She did remember his reaction when they parted: “Oh.. you share a bed.”
Kal had told her, right after telling her he didn’t trust him. “Doesn’t sound like a farmer.” He had said. Perhaps that’s why he had silently agreed to continue their pretend relationship.
Other than that they had chatted quite amiably. They had even agreed to travel together. Alex seemed to know the region and could function as a guide. Kal had also admitted he was quite handsome.

The start of their journey with Alex was a bit uneasy. He would ask them questions soon: where were they going, why were they travelling together… The story that Kal had saved her in the forest in Braich only explained why they had arrived in the village together not why they were leaving together.
So far Alex hadn’t asked anything about their travels however. “There’s a small village, quite close to the keep. It’s the furthest west we can go without entering the marshland. Unless you had a more specific goal.” He suddenly said.
Eve didn’t answer, she didn’t even know which keep he meant, probably that of a lowborn noble. She was also not sure he needed to know they did not have a real goal. Kal however had a reply ready: “Don’t you have to go back to your farm?”
Alex grimaced. “I could, but did not ask the same of you.”
Kal nodded. “Fair enough, I’m no longer interested.”
The two men walked on as if nothing had been said and Eve stumbled just behind them. She was surprised, that had gone a lot easier than she had hoped. Perhaps Kal was right, maybe Alex wasn’t a farmer. She knew now what Kal had meant the other day. Alex spoke more… sophisticated than any farmer she had met so far. Walking through the fields, occasionally passing a farm or some cows, she let the talking to the two men. She had started to wonder where she was going, to the west, and then? Once she was far enough from Kal’s army, she would be safe again, she could not stay with him forever. Did she really want to stay out here for the winter? She was much farther in the north than she had originally thought.

At nightfall they had stopped at a small stream that fed water to the surrounding fields. A group of just four willows offered them some cover. “I will come and help you.” Alex said after Eve had mentioned she wanted to wash her dress in the stream.
Without realizing it she looked up at Kal who had turned his heads to her in the same moment. He wore a sad smile and put his hand on Alex’ shoulder. “As a daughter of the gods she might still be a child, but she is also a woman entitled to her privacy and she can surely take care of herself.”
Alex merely nodded and with a smile Eve left them alone so she could finally wash that black rag she slept and lived in. The willow’s branches hang low to the ground and offered her just enough protection from their eyes; still she stared long in their direction to make sure they had not followed before taking off her dress.
She washed the dress first so she could leave it to dry before submerging herself in the cool water. It was not deep, barely reaching her hips, but fresh and clean. She was not left alone for long however as she suddenly noticed Kal pushing aside the willow branches and approaching her. She covered her breasts on instinct. “Kal!” She said. “I thought you just told Alex something about privacy…”
Kal smiled. “I think I’ve seen you naked often enough by now Eve, to know what you’re hiding behind your arms and under the water.”
Eve blushed. “So what? You liked what you saw so much that you wanted to see it again, perhaps reconsider your interest in another gender?”
Kal laughed and Eve wondered when she had gotten so comfortable around him that she could joke in this situation. “Nothing like that young lady, I just wanted to talk, in private.” To Eve’s surprised he pulled of his shirt and started undoing his breeches.
“Don’t you think Alex will be jealous, seeing you do what you told him not to?”
“Well, that’s why I’m here,” Kal said, “perhaps he doesn’t have to be jealous much longer.”
Eve raised an eyebrow, refusing to come out of the water, her dress was still wet anyway. But Kal had fully undressed and slipped in just a few steps away.
“I don’t understand you Eve. Alex is a nice guy, he won’t hurt you like the men I’ve protected you from. Why are you so afraid, a gaeth as beautiful as you must have bedded a dozen men if not more.”
Eve blushed, she could not explain, “I thought you didn’t trust him?” She could hardly think, why didn’t Kal realise she was uncomfortable with seeing him naked… As beautiful as her? She stared at the reflection in the water, it did not tell her much.
“I don’t think he’s a farmer, no. The way he talks, he might be a noble. But why he is out here, dressed as a farmer, I don’t know. Let him have his secrets, like we have ours. Is that why you fear him?”
“No, it’s just, all those men, I don’t remember them.” There, she had said it.
Kal looked confused. “What do you mean?”
“Before I met you, only a couple of days earlier, I awoke in a farm, wearing my black dress. I have no memories of before that day. Perhaps the farmer hurt me, perhaps it was an accident. I just ran away and then I found you. I don’t know my name, who I am, where I came from.”
Kal stared at her with eyes wide open. “And you never thought to tell me?”
Eve looked at the ripples her fingers made on the surface of the water. “It did not seem important.”
“Not important?” Kal asked with a slight tone of anger. “I should spank you right now if I didn’t think you’d like that!”
Eve blushed. “What? I don’t!”
Kal laughed, “Back in the forest, despite all your wriggling and squealing, you kept your bottom up nice high and ready.”
Eve blushed. “I did not!” The cold water had turned her nipples erect, giving her a false feeling of excitement upon the memory of that awful event.
“Well I think I had a better view to judge the situation.” Kal said, he could no longer hide his smile.
“You’re teasing me!” Eve cried out, spraying water in his direction.
“Careful young lady.” Kal replied with a laugh, “remember what happened last time you threw things at me.”
“According to you, that’s exactly what I want.” Eve replied, no longer willing to be the butt of his jokes.
Kal smiled, “good one… Well try to think about what I said. Alex wouldn’t be a bad choice to help you regain your memories of life as a gaeth.”
After climbing out of the water, trying hard not to blush as Kal’s eyes must surely follow her, Eve did think of what Kal had said. He was right, it would happen sooner or later, so why not with someone of her own choice. She thought about Alex, she did like him and he wouldn’t have looked as calm as Kal if it had been him watching her climb up the water’s edge, water dripping from her naked body. With an excited blush she realized that might have been easier, she might have not had to decide anything herself then. If he had just ordered her to stay and… wash his back.

It did not take long before Kal returned to the fire as well. There was an uncomfortable silence as they dined on the fruits they had bought at the market. Eve stared at Alex, blushing each time she wondered how he would have looked, undressing like Kal had, to join her in the water. Alex in turn stared at Kal, trying to hold back his jealousy, while Kal tried to act as if everything was normal.
“I know a good girl when I see one.” Eve remembered the farmer’s wife’s words. She had a choice now, to make the woman’s words truth, or to seize this opportunity for her first experience in her new life to be with a man of her own choice. She didn’t remember much about gaeth. The idea that men could demand sexual favours from her wasn’t new, but it had never felt right. Except for the soldiers, none of the men she had met had asked it of her, Alex had shown interest but never forced her and even Jake, despite his offering of ointment, had been too shy. All she had was the gossip from cities and the behaviour of soldiers.
If she stayed away from that, travelled between villages and farms, she wouldn’t have to become again what she must’ve surely been in the past.

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