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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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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 – 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.
If you are interested in reading the rest of the story, you can now find it as an e-book on amazon for kindle (links below)

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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Just some pictures

Hey everyone

With restarting the blog, I went through the linksin our blogroll and deleted all the old links of no-longer active sites.

I also added a link to Perrin’s tumblr where he shares some very nice spanking pictures.
And decided to show some of the best I found here. 🙂

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Sophie’s student job

Hello everyone, my name’s Perrin and I’m the lucky guy that gets to share this blog with two lovely girls.

Emma has already shared some of my stories in the past, but from now on I’ll be posting them myself. I don’t have a backstory or picture as interesting as “kinky-emma”. Instead I will make a good start with a sexy new story for you to enjoy.

I hope you will all enjoy Sophie’s student job.

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Spanked in public

Hey everyone

Just a week ago I had a very interesting new experience that inspired me for another post in my blog.
I got my first really public spanking. It wasn’t one of those by the roadside or in a forest spankings that has the danger of being caught, no this was in the local park, with plenty of people withing ears and eyes reach.
So I wanted to share other (un)lucky girls like me receiving their public spankings.

As if being spanked where everyone could see wasn’t enough, those bikini bottoms will not cover the redness either, reminding everyone constantly of what a naughty girl she is.

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This store has it’s own way to deal with shoplifters and it happens where everyonecan see, a good warning for other naughty thieves.

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Two friends naughty together get spanked together. Bare red bottoms at the beach.

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The sign reads “cassiere punie’ or “punished cashier”. How emarassing to have your bare red bottom on display of all the customers.

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If you can’t accept your loss, don’t make it worse by throwing a tantrum or your red bottom will be a lesson for everyone else who wants to play.

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At the swimming pool – part 2

Hey everyone

I asked Steffie what happened after her spanking. She didn’t get spanked more unfortunately. Her father did take her shopping however, so I took that and turned it into an ebarrassing trip for our 20 year old Steffie. The last paragraph is complete fiction, so no longer a part of Steffie’s story, but I think would be a nice setup for another part to the story.

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At the swimming pool

Hey everyone.

I recently met a new friend who told me about one of her most embarrassing childhood spankings. I liked her anecdote so much I turned it into a story, changing just a few things to make it fit the adult theme of my blog (like her age, since she was really just a little girl when it happened) and added some extra elements to make it even more interesting.

So enjoy the following story, based on true events:

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Why we love skirts

Hello everyone

In my last poll a large majority voted for skirts over pants.
So in this post I’ll show a few examples of why we love skirts so much.

First of, we look great in skirts. They’re hot, sexy and teasing.
Talking about teasing, they are great for it, a bit of wind under a short skirt can turn on any guy watching. And if there’s not enough wind, a naughty young lady will give a helping hand herself.

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Of course, we’re not all naughty like that. Sometimes you’re just clumsy or not paying attention very well. You might think showing your bottom by accident isn’t a spank-worthy offense (unlike the girl in the previous picture). But then how will she learn to be more careful in the future? (taken by Enzo on every day spankings)

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Talking about spank-worthy offenses, the skirt itself can be one. A too short skirt can be very inappropriate, like this young lady is learning right now.

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Still, that doesn’t mean short skirts are bad per se. They can be quite sexy – did I mention that before? –  and this girl’s skirt will be easily lifted out of the way for the rest of her spanking when she is warmed up.

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That’s actually one of the other many upsides of a skirt. It gives easy access to a naughty girls bottom, no matter where you are. Just have a look at the naughty young lady in the picture below.

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Hope you enjoyed this series of pictures. I don’t think I needed to elaborate more, they mostly speak for themselves.
Don’t forget to vote for the next series.


Taxi driver pt.2

Hey everyone

You’ve waited a long time for the second part of this story, but it’s finally here.
Enjoy!

Read the first part here:
https://1001spankingfantasies.wordpress.com/2013/10/01/taxi-driver-pt-1-story/

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