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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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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

Hey everyone

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.


A little black dress – chapter 3

Hello everyone

We’re up to chapter three

I hope you all enjoy this chapter, and as always, if you like the story, you will find the links to buy the full book at the bottom of the page

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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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A little black dress – chapter 2

Hello everyone

I’m here again with yet another chapter of my book. I’ve decided in the end it’s more important for me that people get to enjoy the story than mere sales. Therefor I will share the whole book on this blog, one chapter a month.

I hope you will all enjoy this chapter and share any insights or tips for my next book

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Chapter two – Hiding in plain sight

For the first night since Eve had woken without her memories it hadn’t rained. The mud had almost dried and it was much more comfortable walking barefoot without mud splashing up her legs. Still she avoided the road by going through the fields, this time making sure no one caught her trespassing. She wanted to avoid human contact so she could travel further without being stopped. The farmer’s wife had heard from others they weren’t the only ones that had armed men attack them and search their homes, she had warned Eve to be careful when she left. Eve understood the area was troubled and she didn’t want any part in it. She would travel south, summer was ending and she would follow the birds. Autumn would bring a lot of work in the area, but she wouldn’t want to be stuck up here in winter.
The fields seemed to go on forever until she finally left the last of them behind her and found herself in an open forest. The trees stood far apart and she had to force her way through thick under brush. Her bare legs and arms got scratched and her dress regularly got stuck on branches. Despite all that she felt great, the air smelled of summer and no-one would bother her here, she felt free. The wood seemed to get denser the further she went and the many ferns and bushes of thorns diminished, walking became easier the further she went from where she had entered. The forest would provide her food, she hoped. She didn’t know if she could hunt, and if she did, she didn’t remember how, but there would be berries and nuts she promised herself. At some point she found a small stream with just a bit of water. Thirsty as she was she drank from it and decided to follow it to its source.

In the forest it got dark early and Eve was forced to find a place to rest for the night. She found the roots of a tree, toppled by a storm long ago. They gave her shelter and she buried herself underneath them.
When the morning came with the singing of birds Eve crawled out of her hiding place and looked around. The forest was quiet, with a smile she continued along the stream. She still hadn’t found any berries when the sun stood at its highest point. The stream had gotten wider, she had seen fishes, but had no idea how she could catch them. She looked up often, but like the brush around her, the trees bore no fruit. Her stomach felt hollow when the sun hung low over the treetops, it wasn’t late, it just got dark early deep in the woods. When she found a place to rest she decided to stop. Cold water from the stream filled her stomach, but did nothing against the hollow feeling. She took off her dress and waded into the water, hanging her dress over the branch of a tree that balanced on the water’s edge. The stream had gotten deep and the water reached up to her thighs, it was cold but washed away the sweat and dirt from trudging through the forest. Suddenly she was disturbed by a man whistling, she turned quickly and saw three young men in a soldier’s uniform ogling her. Quickly she grabbed her dress and pulled it on while climbing out of the water. “A gaeth!” She heard one of the men say. “Aren’t we lucky.”
“Come here honey, we can use one of you at the camp.” The other said and Eve climbed out of the water. These might be the soldiers Miranda had warned her about she thought. But they would have food, and if they had work for her she was obliged to serve them. She approached them apprehensively. The oldest of the three grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. “Have we got plenty of work for you.” He said as another grabbed her butt and they pulled her along.

The camp was just a small collection of tents in a clearing in the forest. The three men’s friends quickly appeared to admire their catch. Eve had her arms wrapped around her, scared to make a wrong move.
“Take off your dress girl.” The older man told her. “Let us see the goods.”
Eve blushed but found her courage. “Why?” She demanded, “I’m a gaeth, not a whore.”
“Same thing love, only whores get paid and gaeth work for free, am I right?” The man told her. “You want to know why?” His smile suddenly turned into a snear. “Because we’re going to fuck you. Every last one of us, and I’m going first.”
Eve took a step back and looked behind her. Only trees, nowhere to go, she knew she wouldn’t be able to get away. “No!” A voice suddenly declared. All the heads turned to the man that had just exited the largest tent in the camp. He was wearing a fine uniform with the stars of an officer on his shoulder. “I think I’ll have her, maybe I’ll share her later, but you idiots will have to earn that first.” The man looked at Eve. “Come girl, into my tent.” But Eve stepped back scared. “Or would you rather stay here? With all thirty of my men?” The men cheered and Eve ran forward as fast as she can, diving into the officer’s tent. He followed her inside.

Eve sat down on a box and looked around, there was a pile of blankets and a traveller’s stove along with a whole set of boxes. The officer ignored her and set water to heat over his stove. He was obviously in charge of this small collection of soldiers, hiding in the woods. When he was done he looked at her. “Take off your clothes and lie on my bed.” Eve was too scared to argue and did as he said. He was searching one of the boxes for tea before sitting down on the box she had just left. “I’m not going to do anything to you, but if one of my men comes in they would be suspicious.” He told her.
Eve blushed, so he wanted to protect her by making her lie naked in his bed, just in case one of his men saw her? “Why won’t you?” She asked, wondering why this man surrounded by pigs would be any different.
“Because.” He answered. “I have someone who loves me, waiting for me at home and I won’t betray him.”
Eve blushed even deeper. He liked men, that’s why he didn’t even look at her as he offered her some of his tea. It was disconcerting, lying there naked, totally under his control, yet him not even looking as if he’s seeing her. “Don’t you find women attractive?” She asked him.
“I do.” He said. “Just not … sexually.”
Eve was laying on her stomach, her breasts between her elbows as she looked up at him, her back arched to push up her bottom. She couldn’t help herself, she just kept repositioning herself to show of her body and yet he didn’t react. When she turned over again, covering her breasts with her hands, pushing them up, he finally did. “I’d rather like you stopped that, you’re only embarrassing the both of us.”
Eve blushed deeply and quickly positioned herself more appropriately. “I’m sorry.”

Eve spent at least two days in the officer’s tent. She didn’t set a foot outside, afraid of the soldiers. The man, she learned his name was Kal, was always friendly to her. He probably enjoyed having her around, not for the reason his men suspected, but because she cleaned and because her mere presence boosted and protected his reputation. Their little play was about to end though. New troops had gathered in the small forest clearing. She could hear them outside, more and more men. As she was wondering why there were so many soldiers here, a man entered the tent. It was only the second time someone had in these couple of days and all this time she had been naked to play the part of Kal’s plaything. This time however, it was no ordinary soldier, peeking at her from the corner of his eyes, but a man in uniform. Kal saluted him promptly and Eve sat up straight. “I had heard you had a plaything Kal, but I couldn’t believe it.” The officer was looking at her now, drinking in the view.
“The men found her in the woods, sir.” Kal replied, he looked distressed for some reason.
“And you didn’t share her with them? How selfish of you.” the man laughed aloud. “Go and inspect the troops man, I have some work for your gaeth.” He took a step toward Eve and fumbled at the laces of his breeches.
Eve paled, this was it, Kal couldn’t protect her from a higher ranking officer. Why was she so scared? She was a gaeth, she had done this a hundred times before. All she had to do was lie back and let him have his way. But that wasn’t true, she hadn’t done this before, not since she had lost her memory. And it just felt so wrong. She crawled back into the corner of the tent. The man knelt in front of her. “This gaeth knows what I like, go on girl, give me a good struggle.” Eve blushed and the officer grabbed her ankle, pulling her towards him, she squealed softly and then clenched her teeth trying not to scream. And suddenly the man toppled forward, face down on the mattress. Blood started to pool all around him. Eve looked up and saw Kal staring at her, sword in his hand, he looked just as surprised as she did, unsure why he had saved her.
They both stared at each other in silence. Then Kal started to move. He filled his backpack with supplies. “Grab your dress, put it on, we’re going.” Eve obeyed immediately; he was still carrying his bloodied sword. As she pulled on the short ragged dress, Kal wiped the blade on his blankets and sheathed it. “Time to go.” He grabbed Eve by her arm and pulled her out of his tent. Some of the men looked at them, but none of them asked questions as he led her into the forest; someone whistled.

The rest of the day they ran, jumping roots, wading their way through brushes and occasionally running through small streams to cover their tracks. How long until they realised they wouldn’t come back? How long until the body was discovered in Kal’s tent? Eve tried not to think of it. Tried not to think of why Kal would decide to save her. He was a deserter now, a deserter and a murderer. They would hang him when they found him, and all that to protect a gaeth. Gaeth didn’t need protection; they worked for everyone, even when the work involved … that.
The sun had just risen and Eve sat up on the side of a fallen tree, Kal was awake already and pacing back and forth. It seemed they had managed to escape the camp without being followed, they hadn’t heard or seen anyone in two days. She was immensely tired and her feet hurt from running barefoot through the woods. She was definitely not used to running for days. As a gaeth she should be used to working long hours, but at the farms she had learned she had no stamina and running had been even worse. It made her wonder what kind of work she had done before she lost her memory. With a blush she thought back to the soldiers, the kind of work they offered was probably a lot less tiring than what she has had to endure these last couple of days.
Still she enjoyed being back in the forest, out of the tent. Kal had provided food through hunting, so she hadn’t been hungry either. They had only eaten meat, none of the fruits she had thought she would be eating out here. Without Kal she would probably starve. Still, his grumpy moods and uncomfortable silences were one of the least enjoyable aspect of her days. He saved me, Eve reminded herself, and lost everything by doing so. No wonder that he wasn’t the friendly, happy man she knew before.
“Why did you do that?” Kal asked, he suddenly stood in front of her. They hadn’t talked about it since their escape.
“What do you mean? I didn’t do anything.” Eve replied, it was Kal that had attacked his superior, she hadn’t asked for his help, but now he looked angry, perhaps finally venting his frustration.
“You’re a gaeth, but when he wanted something from you, you hid from him, you looked terrified, just like when my men wanted you.” He sounded honestly confused.
“I was scared!” Eve cried out. “What did you expect?”
Kal flinched at her sudden outburst. “I expected a gaeth to behave like one. I protected you from my men because even for someone like you a group of soldiers can be too violent. But in the safety of my tent, you could’ve given that officer whatever he wanted.”
Eve picked up a stick and threw it at him. She was surprised at her own anger, a gaeth was never allowed to use any form of violence. “Someone like me? I am a person, just like anyone else and I did not ask you to stab him, I never asked for your protection!” She didn’t know why she was yelling, she was tired and scared, the birds around them had gone silent; she didn’t know who she was or what was happening to her, but it felt good to yell at someone.
Kal seemed to have his own plan for venting his frustration however. He grabbed Eve by her arm while dropping onto the tree trunk next to her, pulling her over his lap in one swift motion. It seemed protecting her did not include from himself as he pulled up her short black dress to bare her bottom. Eve squealed, but it didn’t help as Kal’s strong hand smacked her bottom. Eve struggled, but the military trained officer held her down easily, letting his hand rain down on her behind. The smacks echoed in the forest, accompanied by screams and moans and Eve’s kicking bare legs. She quickly surrendered to the sudden punishment, flinching at each smack, but trying not to fight. She realised how ungrateful she had sounded before. Kal had given up everything for her and she had responded by throwing a stick at him. She blushed deeply, not only because she was being spanked, but because for the first time she knew she deserved to be spanked. Of course that didn’t stop her from begging him to stop. Her bottom felt on fire from the relentless smacks. She tried to assure him that she was sorry and would amend her behaviour. Still, Kal didn’t stop until she was sobbing and very sore. When she finally got up she turned to look at him, he seemed calmer now. “I’m sorry. You were right, I should thank you for saving me.” She managed, trying to hide her shame.
Kal sighed and stood up as well, she was wrong, he didn’t seem calm at all, just… determined. “Pull up your dress.” He said. Eve blushed and pulled it up, gathering it above her hips. “We’re going, you’re walking in front of me so I can watch you and you don’t run away.” Eve blushed and started walking. She wanted to complain that she wasn’t going to run away, and why did her bottom have to be bared? For a moment she thought he wanted to look at her freshly spanked cheeks, but she remembered he didn’t like women that way. Suddenly however, she heard him break off a branch from a tree…

Here deep in the forest Eve walked in a shadowy world with occasional sunlight playing on the ground at her feet. Many of the small brushes had flowers; Eve couldn’t imagine being farther away from human civilisation. She couldn’t slow down to enjoy the beautiful surroundings however, because when she did, Kal swept the thin tree branch in front of him, striking her sore bottom. She already had a few red stripes across her cheeks; they were a constant reminder of her ungrateful behaviour. She wondered how long he was going to treat her like this and when he would return to his good-natured self. Perhaps never she thought, his life was changed now. He would never be able to go back to his friends because of her; back to the man he loved. She wanted to believe that he was cruel, that she didn’t deserve this treatment, but she knew this wasn’t true. What did Kal know about her after all? That she was a gaeth, found in the woods, but that she didn’t do as she was told and lashed out at the people that helped her. No wonder that he no longer treated her as a friend. “Kal, where are we going?” She asked, trying to spark a conversation.
“Somewhere nobody knows us.” He answered grimly.
Eve relaxed a little, so he wasn’t going to turn her in, which was something at least. “Kal, can we stop soon, I’m tired.” She said, using the sadness in her voice to try and get some sympathy. But then she heard the swish of the branch and pain suddenly blossomed across her bottom. She jumped up and moaned. Kal wasn’t in the mood for talking or slowing down. She increased her pace again, staying well in front of him.

When the sun finally hid behind the trees again Eve didn’t know what hurt more, her feet or her red striped bottom, but Kal finally told her they were going to stop for the night. He threw away the switch he had been using on her and looked her in the eye. “Can we go on without that tomorrow?” He asked her.
Eve didn’t know what to answer, but something told her he had finally regained his old composure. Instead she threw herself in his arms and hugged him.
Kal stepped back in surprise, but then held her. “You’re the strangest gaeth I have ever met. Did you know that?” Eve nodded against his chest and Kal stroked her hair. “No more complaining?” She shook her head. “No more throwing sticks?” She shook again. “And you’re going to do as you’re told and travel at a decent pace?”
Eve looked up at him. “I promise.”
Kal smiled and reached down her back, finally pushing her dress back down, the thin fabric just long enough to cover the red welts on her bottom.
They found a group of trees bunched together that would hide them from sight as they slept and Eve tried to make herself comfortable as Kal went in search of fresh water to fill his bottle. Safely away from his eyes she pulled the small pot of cream she had been hiding under her dress since she left the farm. With a blush she remembered the last time she had used it, but now she only had time to smear a thin layer across her sore backside. She had to save some for the future, her new friend wasn’t cruel, but he was strict…
When he returned to their hiding spot they decided to get some early sleep. She eased herself against his back, feeling safe with his body against hers. For a moment she wondered if it made him feel uncomfortable. But then she shrugged it off; he couldn’t be half as uncomfortable as she was with her bottom sore and stinging beneath her dress.

“I think we’re in Syr now.” Kal said the next day. They were walking side by side now; the forest was getting less dense.
Eve didn’t know anything about her past, but for some reason she had no problem placing Syr: one of the five realms in the high kingdom. Syr wasn’t a very important region, mostly farmland and rich merchants travelling between villages and cities. But she knew they had been travelling south, if they only now crossed the border into Syr, that meant they had come from the most northern realm: Braich. For the first time it seemed she knew something about herself, where she was and where she was coming from. “Why is Syr gathering soldiers?” She asked, as if it was normal for a gaeth to wonder about such things.
Kal answered her anyway. “Those aren’t Syr soldiers, we … they are from Braich, they’re heading east.”
Braich soldiers on Syr soil, it scared Eve more than she could explain. But Kal was leading them in a more western direction, to a safer place. There were only small villages in the west, on the borders of the high kingdom. Nobody would know them there. But secretly she did not want to return to a world with other people, a world where she was a gaeth. She wanted to stay in the forest. But she knew without Kal she wouldn’t survive out there on her own.

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A little black dress – chapter 1

A couple of days ago, I sold my first copy of ‘a little black dress’. Amazon told me the buyer read the whole 200+ pages on their kindle in one day from start to finish. To me that feels like success. 🙂

To share this with more of you and promote the book a bit more, I’m posting the whole first chapter of the book today. Enjoy.

(read the prologue here)

Chapter one – New beginnings

Three days the girl had spent at the farm. She was not sent to work on the fields unlike in her previous experience, something she was very grateful for. The work in the kitchen however had proven not as hard, but certainly as difficult. The first time she had tried peeling potatoes she had done such a bad job she knew she would be sitting sorely that evening. Except that she hadn’t. There had been no punishment or angry words, instead she had been told to help with the dishes. Cleaning and laundry was what she did now, even though those were probably not the tasks most in need of help. She had almost forgotten her first encounter with the farmer, for how welcome she felt in his home now.

No, I am glad to help.” She said when one of the farmer’s sons had asked her to help in the stables, when his mother had told him he could do it alone. Mucking out the stables was a dirty job, but she felt she somehow had to earn their generosity. Also, like cleaning, it was one of those chores that were difficult to do wrong. It had been one of her daily chores at the previous farm, after they had realised she was useless on the fields. It was also at the bottom of their list of valuable contribution, which meant at the end of the day she only got a slice of bread, while the stronger male gaeth who had worked on the fields had gotten decent meals. That didn’t matter now of course; here she was actually welcome at the dinner table, almost as if she was part of the family. Little over a week ago, when she had complained about her unfair treatment and meagre meals, the farmer had put her across his lap, the ease with which he had done so still scared her and the spanking he had given her still made her wince. She didn’t remember ever being spanked before, as a gaeth it was unlikely her first spanking, but due to her lack of memories, it certainly felt that way. There had been no privacy as the farmhouse was just one big room and everyone had seen her kick and cry, struggling and exposed across his knee as he had punished her. Just remembering the embarrassment almost made her miss a step as she followed the farmer’s son to the stables.

Normally you started your life as a gaeth at an early age, young enough that nudity did not embarrass you yet and that being punished like a child was fitting, as you were still a child. But missing the memories of growing up this way made her live them anew as a young woman and showed her how embarrassing they really were. Still, the friendlier treatment of this family was making her reconsider how her life as a gaeth could actually be. Perhaps that first experience after her memory loss had not been the norm, or maybe she had gotten in trouble by not yet remembering how to properly behave as a gaeth.

The girl had introduced herself as Eve, the name she had adopted for lack of remembering her own. It was a common name, the stories of the Perchen told it was the name of the first daughter of the gods. The farmer’s name was Jake, he had two sons, the youngest was still out in the fields. She felt less clumsy with the big pitchfork than with the small kitchen tools. The stable looked remarkably the same as in the other farm. The oldest boy, Jack, named after his father, was a young man really and worked hard, wanting the dirty chore done with quickly, still she caught him looking at her often. She blushed every time he did. It was not the first time she had noticed and it had made her feel hot and cold at the same time. It was a strange combination, on the one hand she liked the way he watched her, liked how it made her feel about herself. But on the other hand it reminded her of how short her dress really was, how exposed her legs were and how vulnerable she could be should he desire less proper chores for an attractive female gaeth. Still, his mother would definitely not approve of that she knew.

It had been the subject of her first conversation with the farmer’s wife. It should have been an embarrassing subject, but somehow it wasn’t. “Really, I thought you’d see as much girls as men wearing the black.” The girl had said. It had been after the potato incident. The woman had actually apologised to her, claiming she didn’t know much about the work a female gaeth could do.

Oh no, not at all, not out here, out on the farms. The girls go to the cities, don’t they. They don’t want to do any heavy labour. Now I’ve never been to the city myself and I don’t like gossip and rumours, but it is said most of those girls serve the people on their backs.” The farmer’s wife had seemed to enjoy having someone to talk to while working and despite her self-acclaimed distaste of gossip she had repeated every story she had heard of the services gaeth girls offered in the city. “Of course you’re not like that, you’re out here among the farms, you know I recognize a good girl when I see one.” She had assured Eve when she started looking embarrassed. Of course Eve couldn’t remember her past, couldn’t remember if she had done any of the things the woman told her about the gaeth in the city. If she couldn’t remember doing those things, did that make them irrelevant to who she was now, or not?

She looked at Jack again, he was working too hard to see the blush on her face and Eve tried her best to steer her mind in another direction.

I hope you’re not angry with my dad any more.” Jack suddenly said. It was the first time he spoke since they had started their work.

Eve looked up in surprise. “Why would I be mad at him?” She asked.

Jack replied without looking at her. “You know, for what he did, when you first came here.” Eve was too surprised to respond to that. She might have been upset at the time, but that shouldn’t really matter if you were a gaeth. “It’s just, he wasn’t himself at the time.” Jack continued as if his father had done something horrible, maybe in the eyes of this family he had, they were so different from the previous family she’d met.

Oh no, it was fine.” Eve answered; her face must be beet red she thought. Still she didn’t want to seem complaining.

It’s just, only a day before you arrived a group of men came by. They forced their way into our house, not telling us what they were looking for as they turned the place upside down. They came and left on their horses, trampling everything in that field. Dad had been upset ever since and then you came along. Still, on your bare feet you couldn’t have done any damage compared to those horses.”

Jack had gotten all worked up telling her the story and Eve wanted to calm him down. “Well if they didn’t find what they were looking for they probably won’t come back.” She also tried to steer the conversation away from the embarrassing subject, the reminder that Jack had seen her out there on the field. But Jack seemed satisfied and together they finished their work in the stable.

A dark brown blanket closed off the small corner of the room she’d been sleeping in these last couple of days. There was only room for the straw-filled mattress and herself, but still it felt as the most generous thing anyone had ever done for her. In the previous farm she had slept in the hay in the attic. She had had more room back then, but the other male gaeth slept there as well, offering her no privacy. This straw mattress belonged to Jack who was now sharing with his brother. Apparently this was the arrangement they made when their aunt came over, but there was a huge difference between offering up a bed to family relative or to a gaeth.

Eve was sitting on the mattress, listening to the sounds of the family going to bed. She was waiting for the opportunity to take off her dress, she didn’t like sleeping in it because it would smell in the morning, but she didn’t want to undress while everyone was awake; the blanket used as a curtain only offered so much privacy. This had been proven to her on the first day, when Jack had pulled it aside. He had smiled at her and offered her a small clay pot. “This should help to ease some of the pain he had said. You know, because of what dad did, in the fields.”

Eve still had the small pot. Just remembering brought a blush to her face. It didn’t matter that he had seen she told herself, it was normal for a gaeth to get spanked. But a short “Thank you.” Was all she had managed at the time.

But that wasn’t what still made her blush three days later. It was what he had said after: “Do you want me to rub some of it on?” She wouldn’t have let him of course. She wouldn’t have to obey him in such a thing. It wasn’t gaeth work. But it was his mother who had saved her the need for answering his question. “Leave Eve alone and go to bed Jack.” She had said. Her son had obeyed with a sad smile and Eve had been left with the small clay pot.

Their conversation and Jack’s spying looks in the shed had made her remember the incident. Listening to make sure the family was asleep, she took off her dress and quickly hid under the small blanket she had been given. The ointment in the pot had smelled of herbs and when she had rubbed it on her bottom it had felt cool and soothing. The pain had disappeared as promised. Today, her cheeks felt soft and painless. No need to waste some of the precious ointment, but she could not stop herself. It had felt so nice and soothing, she just wanted to relive that night. Suddenly, with her fingers sticky with cream, she was thinking of Jack and how his hands would have felt. She blushed when she realised how aroused she was and embarrassed she tried to think of something else. She tried to put the cream back in the pot, but some remained on her fingers. Quickly she rubbed it off on her hips and reminded herself why she had needed in the first place. That brought back memories of the farmer hitting her bottom with her strap. It didn’t help, she had already spread the oily cream from her hips to her buttocks and then between her legs, over the inside of her thighs. She couldn’t stop herself thinking of Jake telling her to lift her skirt for a spanking, instead she tried to think of Jack wanting to rub her bottom for her which was slightly less embarrassing. The thought of those smacks even brought memories of the embarrassing and painful spanking over the mean farmer’s knee a week ago, still she could not stop herself until her fingers brought her to orgasm whilst she bit the straw-filled pillow to stop herself moaning and alerting the family. She felt embarrassed afterwards, but it didn’t take long before she fell to a warm and soothing sleep.

Light coming through the single small window in the house woke her. It was empty save for the farmer’s wife who was washing clothes in a small basin in the middle of the room. The curtain that had hid her in her little corner was gone. She reached for her dress next to her mattress but didn’t find it. “I hope you don’t mind.” The farmer’s wife suddenly said. “I see you wearing it every day. It was so dirty and I was washing anyway.” Eve now saw her dress hanging on a clothesline amongst the other freshly washed clothing. Having nothing to wear she pulled the small blanket from her bed closely around her. “Oh don’t worry.” Miranda said. “The men left hours ago to take care of the animals. I only took away the curtain after they left too.”

Eve suddenly realised she had been sleeping while everyone was already off to work. As a gaeth she should’ve been up early to earn her keep. The previous farmer would’ve never let her sleep this long. “I’m sorry for sleeping so long.” She said. “I will go and help with the work right away.”

Miranda laughed. “You’re going out like that?” She asked, pointing at the small blanket covering her naked body. “You’d only be a distraction dear. Just help yourself to some breakfast, by the time your dress is dry, you can accompany my boy Jack to the village, we need some goods from the market.”

Eve made her way to the small table with the blanket still wrapped around her. There was leftover bread, cheese and fresh eggs. Her rumbling stomach told her she was hungry so she obediently ate as much as she could before clearing the table. “Is there anything else I can do?” She asked when Miranda took over the leftovers to give to the chickens.

Go and empty the wash water, just pour it in the ditch outside. If you want you can use it to wash yourself first.”

Eve looked at the dirty grey water as the farmer’s wife left the house. It looked dirty, but not as bad as the mud on her feet. She had been able to wash every day since she came to this farm. But the nights were full of rain and there was mud everywhere. She seated herself on the stool and emerged her feet in the cold water. The mud came off easily from her feet and legs, she removed the blanket so she could wash up to her thighs, removing all the mud spatters she could find. It felt strange, sitting there, naked in a stranger’s home. She looked around, at the empty fireplace, the herbs hanging from the ceiling and the old wooden furniture. She didn’t have anything to dry herself, but the floor in the room was already wet from Miranda’s washing. She just let the water run down her legs. She rewrapped the blanket around herself and secured it with a clothespin between her breasts. A quick look at herself assured Eve that it decently covered her – at least as much as her dress would – from just below her shoulders to just past her hips. She took up the heavy basin of water and carried it outside.

Her dress was still quite moist when she pulled it on, sticking to her body, it didn’t cover her more than the blanket had and revealed her features more, but she felt more dressed and more decent than before. She had been helping Miranda with some sewing – at which she was surprisingly good – while they had waited for Jack to come back. She had pulled on the dress when they heard him on the courtyard and now they were heading towards the village. Jack was pulling the cart right now, on the way back when it would be full, she would have to help him with it. The muddy road felt slick beneath her feet and she was constantly looking out for sticks and stones that might bite the soft skin of her feet. She felt that for a gaeth travelling on bare feet hers were still remarkably smooth.
“Sorry about yesterday.” Jack said when the silence between them had grown uncomfortable. Eve didn’t know what to respond, so she just nodded. “I didn’t want to remind you of what had happened.” Jack continued, unsure what her nod meant. “It’s just … I’ve never seen a girl as beautiful as you before.”

The words came out without a stumble and Eve thought he might have practised them. Still they surprised her and made her feel warm inside. “Thank you.” She said, unsure what else she could say. She didn’t really know what she looked like, she didn’t remember. She was slim, like any gaeth that had to work hard for her food, her hair was brown and long, but that was about all she could tell. “It’s nothing … I’m not angry at anyone, I feel very welcome at your home.” She assured him. “And the cream really helped too.” She tried light-heartedly, just to be betrayed by a giggle and a blush. Jack smiled and Eve was glad he didn’t want to continue their conversation in that direction. Around them there were only fields and a few thickets of trees, birds filled the silence for the rest of their walk to the village.

The village itself was small, just about a dozen homes surrounding a large market square. There were more people present than could live there, most of them farmers, come to the market. Jack seemed to know everyone and greeted them all as he led her efficiently from stall to stall, gathering the goods they needed while Eve followed him silently, they had left the cart at the village entrance. He was bartering over the price of some reels of cheese as an older farmer suddenly gave his attention to Eve. “Hey girl!” He yelled. Eve turned around and noticed the old man pointing at her. Two young girls carrying heavy baskets filled with products from the market accompanied him. “Yes you, come here, I have some work for you.”

Eve wasn’t sure what to do, she was supposed to help Jack, but he hadn’t needed her so far. Jack had heard as well however and responded for her. “She already has work Mike!” He told him. “Mother sent her to help me today.”

The old farmer didn’t seem impressed. “Well, when you’re done with her sent her along to my farm. Your mother has two sons, she doesn’t need the extra help.”

So where does that farmer from the market live?” Eve asked as they were on the road back to the farm. She was pulling on one arm of the cart and Jack on the other. She had been thinking of leaving soon. The family was nice, but staying there wouldn’t help her remember who she was. Plus her feelings for Jack were getting a bit too uncomfortable.

Mike? Oh you don’t have to go work for him.” Jack answered. “He’s not a very nice man.”

Eve was surprised, but immediately felt inclined to believe him, Jack’s family had been very good to her and they would know who was friendly and who not in this area. She didn’t want to repeat her experience from a week ago. Still she was curious and asked him why not.

Well, you saw him in the village with his two daughters; they had to carry those heavy baskets while he didn’t carry anything himself. He always wanted sons, but his wife only gave him girls. Everyone knows he spanks them for any reason he can think of, even though they’re almost grown women now. Imagine what he’d do to a female gaeth who he could punish as much as he wants.” Eve didn’t know what to reply to this, but was thankful that Jake seemingly wanted to protect her. He misunderstood her silence however. “Unless you like that of course…” He said after a while.

Eve looked at him surprised. “Why would you think I like that?” She asked.

Jack blushed as he looked at her. “Oh uhm, no reason. I just thought I heard you … last night … never mind, no reason. It was a silly think to ask, no-one likes that.”

Eve turned away to hide the blush on her face. She knew what he had heard. She didn’t like being spanked, that’s not what it had been about. “I won’t be going to that farmer then.” She said. “A gaeth is free to go to where-ever she wants.” Was she telling Jack, she wondered, or reassuring herself?

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A little black dress – finished!

Hello everyone, it’s finally finished!

A little black dress is a fantasy novel littered with eroticism and spanking scenes. Unlike the over-used romantic story of “woman falls in love with man with a kinky fetish” this story is a classical fantasy story with interesting characters and a real plot. Spankings are not what this story is about, they are just there to spice things up.

Below you can read the prologue of this novel.
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Prologue

There were no crops in the fields around her, just some small green weeds that might or might not grow into something later. “But there isn’t even anything here to steal.” She stated the obvious. “I was on my way to the farmhouse.” She had seen it from the road, just past this one field. She had even approached the farmer when she had seen him come out on the field. But as she gave her explanation she raised her dress in obedience to the farmer’s wishes. Her last experience just a week ago had taught her not to delay with excuses. The mud of the field covered her bare feet and splatters of it reached all the way to her knees, but above that she was naked to the waist, nothing marring her soft pale skin. The black dress, hoisted above her hips, was all she was wearing, one of only two items she owned, the dress and the leather strap the farmer held in his hand.

“I don’t know what your plan was, why you decided to walk through my fields and not use the perfectly good path that lies but a few minutes from here and would have led you straight to our front door. Maybe you’re telling me the truth, maybe you’re just a silly girl that made a mistake. But stealing or no stealing, you’re still trespassing and mistakes have to be paid for.” He had walked around her and the small leather strap landed with a loud thwack across her bottom. She clenched her teeth as the farmer positioned himself behind her. He took his time, once more the strap flayed her bottom and she yelped in pain, he let the pain sink in, let the situation sink in as a cool breeze from the open fields stroked her stinging bottom and once more the strap landed replacing the cold with heat. Last week she had tried to hide her pain, too embarrassed and stubborn to cry. She had learned it would only encourage them to continue until they got the result they wanted, but not today, today she yelled.
The farmer handed her the strap after those three strokes and told her to cover herself. She let the dress fall and felt the rough wool chafe against her bottom, only three smacks, but it still hurt, she could almost see the broad red stripe the strap must’ve left behind. But only three, she wondered if showing her pain instead of hiding it had helped, or whether this man was less cruel than the other. She did not have much experience as a gaeth after all.

Being a gaeth was al she knew was true about herself. She had no memories older than two weeks, no recollections of her past before waking up in a stable owned by a cruel farmer. But she was wearing the black dress, cheap wool that fitted her body snugly and the leather strap, hung from a metal ring sewn on her dress at the hip. The dress symbolized what she was, did she really want to remember her past? Did she want to remember who had turned her into this person, her parents who had sold her to the people? They probably had their reasons, no-one would choose this life for their daughter, but sometimes it was the only way to get out of debt.
Selling you to the people they called it, but in reality they sold you to the Perchen. They called themselves a religious order, perhaps they were, but what they definitely were is rich. They offered to pay your debts for you, all of them, if you had a son or daughter to join their order. You didn’t really join them however, instead you became gaeth and you had to serve the people. All your possessions were taken from you and you would be dressed in black and given a small leather strap to hold.
In the religious tales told by the Perchen, gaeth were the children of the gods. They were on earth to serve the people. Their rules were paradoxal; a gaeth is free, they can go where-ever they want, but at the same time they have to serve anyone that asks or sets a task for them; they have no possession that was not given to them by the Perchen, but after finishing a desired task, the one who set it is obliged to offer them food and a place to rest; no harm is allowed to a gaeth by law, yet they are but children and like children they can be punished, the leather strap is a symbol for the only way a gaeth should be punished, they are children and a spanking is the way for them to learn from their mistakes.

She knew all this, yet she didn’t know who or where she was as she followed the farmer to his farmhouse. She wondered what had happened to her, but al she needed now was something to eat and a place to rest. The farmer would offer her that, if she did her share of work. She wondered what he would ask of her. In the previous place she had stayed, there had been two male gaeth, they had done all the heavy work on the fields and had been rewarded with good decent food. The farmer had thought her too weak for the work and had her do some dirty chores and then only gave her some bread to eat. When she had complained he had put her across his lap, the ease with which he had done so still scared her and the spanking he had given her still made her wince. She didn’t remember ever being spanked before, it probably wasn’t her first spanking, but due to her lack of memories, it certainly felt that way. There had been no privacy as the farmhouse was just one big room and everyone had seen her kick and cry, struggling almost naked over his lap as he had punished her. Just remembering the embarrassment almost made her miss a step.
Normally you started your life as a gaeth at an early age, young enough that nudity did not embarrass you and that being punished like a child was fitting as you were still a child. But missing the memories of growing up as a gaeth made her live them anew as a young woman and showed her how embarrassing they really were. All she could hope was that with time her memory returned, and these feelings became normal.

The farm looked remarkably the same as the previous. She had introduced herself as Eve, the name she had adopted for lack of remembering her own; it was a common name, that of the first daughter of the gods, the first female gaeth according to the stories. The farmer had two sons out in the fields and a wife who she was now helping. She felt clumsy with the small knife she was using to peel the potatoes. The small wooden stool felt hard against her sore bottom and she feared she was doing such a bad job with the potatoes that it might get even worse soon.
“You haven’t much experience with potatoes do you?” The wife suddenly said, Miranda her name was.
“No miss.” Eve answered her. She looked as apologetic as she could, hoping she didn’t disappoint too much. “I’m sorry.”
“Oh no, don’t worry, here give them to me, you can go ahead and wash the cabbages.” She took the knife from her hands and took over. “You probably never had to do anything like this before, I’m sorry, we’ve never had a female gaeth here you know, I just don’t know what kind of work you’re used to.”
Eve looked up with a surprised look, the wet cabbage in her hands. She didn’t know what work she was used to either, so she couldn’t talk about that, instead she asked: “Really, I thought you’d see as much girls as men wearing the black.”
“Oh no, not at all, not out here, out on the farms. The girls go to the cities, don’t they. They don’t want to work the fields. Now I’ve never been to the city myself and I don’t like gossip and rumours, but it is said most of those girls serve the people on their backs.” The farmer’s wife seemed to enjoy having someone to talk to while working and despite her distaste of gossip she repeated every story she had heard of the services gaeth girls offered in the city. “Of course you’re not like that, you’re out here among the farms, you know I recognize a good girl when I see one.” She assured Eve when she started looking embarrassed. Of course she couldn’t remember her past, couldn’t remember if she had done any of the things the woman talked about or whether she had come from the city. If she couldn’t remember doing those things, did that make them irrelevant to who she was now, or not?
“I hope Jake – that was her husband – didn’t get angry at you for crossing the field, I heard him curse that someone was out there again, that was you, wasn’t it?” The conversation had taken a sudden turn when she had run out of gossip.
“Oh no, it was fine.” Eve answered, not sure she should tell her about the short punishment she had received, she didn’t want to seem complaining, everything seemed to be going well. “That was me yes, I’m sorry I didn’t know there was a path just ahead.”
The farmer’s wife smiled. “Oh don’t worry about it, I don’t think your small bare feet would do any damage to our crops. It’s just that about a week ago a group of men on horses passed by. They forced their way into our house, not telling us what they were looking for as they turned the place upside down. They came and left on their horses, trampling everything in that field, Jake’s been upset ever since, but what could we do, there were a dozen of them and they had swords.”
The woman had gotten all worked up telling her the story and Eve wanted to calm her down. “Well if they didn’t find what they were looking for they probably won’t come back.” She looked as reassuring as she could and at the same time wondered if this family was so different that she only had gotten punished because of some unfortunate circumstance. When they were ready with the food and the farmer and his boys got back from the fields and they offered her a seat at their table to share their food she was very grateful and hoped she’d meet more families like this one and less like the previous farmer she worked for.

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