Sunday, August 23, 2015

Driving and Drinking lands Anna in trouble.

Hi guys! Gosh it's been so long already. Life has been erratic over here and I couldn't find time for myself. Anyway, here comes the end of my story.

I'd been waiting in the corner for ten good minutes. Dinner had been a quiet business. Knowing what awaited me, I didn't have much appetite. Ben had not tried to keep the conversation alive. Once I'd finished eating, he had sent me to our bedroom, telling me to wait for him. I knew he would leave me to stew a bit and that he expected to find me in the corner in my pajamas, hands on my head when he came.

That was exactly where I was when he walked into the room. He sat on the bed and waited a bit then I heard : 'Anna, come over here'. I stood in front of him, my cheeks already burning from shame. 'Look me in the eyes'.

'I'm very disappointed in you, Anna.' Ben lectured me, bringing tears to my eyes. He took his time to remind me of how foolish I had been, that my reckless behaviour could have triggered an accident, and that he would not accept it. I tried to apologise and I told him I'd never done it before and I would never do it again, but to no avail. I knew Ben could not be swayed once he had decided a punishment was in order, but I couldn't help myself.

'Let's get this over with. Get over my knee.' ordered Ben. I looked at him with pleading eyes. 'Now, Anna'. He added firmly. I took a step forward, he caught my arm and led me over his knee. Then he slid his fingers into the waistband of my pajamas and drew them to my knees. I couldn't help weeping from shame. Ignoring my reaction, Ben landed a mighty smack on my panty-covered bottomed and he kept smacking my bottom, blow after blow while lecturing me again. My bottom was soon burning and I couldn't help wriggling.

He stopped and said 'Let's take these panties down'. As he pulled them down, baring my red bottom I broke into tears.

'Please Ben, I'm sorry! I won't do it again!'

'I'll make sure you won't! I will not accept this kind of reckless *smack*, selfish *smack*, and immature behaviour *smack*!.'

Ben resumed spanking while I cried helplessly. I couldn't believe how much pain I was in. Eventually the spanking was over. I didn't notice right away that Ben had stopped smacking my bottom and was stroking my hair, telling me soothingly that it was over. He gently rolled me on the bed to take me in his arms and I sobbed into his chests, stammering excuses and making promises. 'Sssh, it's all right. I know you've learned your lesson. And if you have not, you can expect to be back on my knee, you understand Anna?'. I nodded against his chest. 'Say it'. 'Yes Ben, I understand' I whispered. He hold me firmer and kissed me on my forehead. 'Good, now go to sleep'. I slowly drifted to sleep, reassured by his comforting arms around me.




Friday, May 15, 2015

Drinking or Driving, you have to choose.


I woke up lying on the bed on this kind of sunny morning when you've got nothing to do for the day and you just enjoy relaxing in the arms of your beloved one. I rolled happily on my back and felt my smarting bottom, reminding me of the previous evening...
I had gotten myself in trouble. Deep trouble. 

As I was lying on the bed, I started thinking about it. It was so out of character for me. I am usually very serious when it comes to security. I despise people that drive drunk and put not only their own but other people's lives in danger. I despise them and I'm not afraid to say it. 

I felt so stupid. I had had no good reason at all. I just couldn't be bothered to ask Ben to come and drive me home. I didn't feel that drunk - I was pretty sure that if I was extra careful, everything would be alright. There had also been the thrill of breaking a rule... and the idea that he would put me over his knee and punish me had excited me. I was not crazy though -  I tried to act sober when I got home. Ben welcomed me with his usual warm smile. We kissed passionately. He must have smelled the alcohol in my breath. 

'Have you drank alcohol ?' he asked on a light tone, still holding me in his arms. I was already feeling guilty. I nodded against his chest. Coming home had made me sober up. He pulled away and looked intently into my eyes. 'How much ?' I turned my face way, unable to hold his gaze. 'Not much' I replied. 'Not enough that driving was dangerous?' I couldn't reply. I knew the answer too well. I had spent five minutes trying to find the lights and giggling in the very middle of the parking lot before starting the engine, and I had noticed that my rear windscreen wipers were on only after I arrived. 

Ben took my chin and ordered : 'Look at me'. Using that tone of voice that didn't suffer disobedience. I shyly looked up to meet his icy stare. 'Did you drive while drunk ?' I knew where this would land me, but I couldn't lie to him. I nodded. I couldn't speak. My heart was beating so fast. Still looking straight into my eyes, Ben announced: 'We will discuss this after dinner, so that I am sure that you have sobered up enough to think about your behaviour. I want you to go and have a shower while I prepare dinner.' At that point, I was really trying to hold back my tears. The alcohol mixed with guilt and fear made my emotions hard to control. I whispered: 'I'm so sorry Ben, really, I'm sorry. I just had a few drinks really'. Ben shook his head and said softly: 'We will discuss this later. But Anna, I promise you, you will get the good spanking you deserve. Now go.'



Monday, April 20, 2015

Galloping Foxley

I began dreaming about receiving a caning after reading  Galloping Foxley by R. Dahl. The story of this evil teenager who enjoys humiliating his personal slave and beating him excited me like I'd never been excited before.

 It is odd that I appreciated that particular story. In my fantasies men are (almost) always benevolent and firm. I mean seriously, nothing in that story matched my usual criteria. The age difference was not significant. The receiver was a boy. The senior boy had no legitimate authority. Their relationship was unhealthy. The punishments were unnecessary, uncaring, delivered out of pure sadism, when I like to imagine that my spanker wants me to improve my behavior - that he punishes me for my own good, having my best interests at heart.

And yet, it was the first time I got so close to an orgasm. Just thinking about it makes me uncomfortable. I was a young teenager at that time. I was reading the book in the car with my family. I had to stop reading from time to time to calm down! I couldn't help gasping and squirming. So very odd.

I remember the feeling of guilt that I felt at that period. I had not accepted my fantasies yet. I was afraid of that part of myself. Somehow however something broke at that period. The excitement got the best of me. I stopped fighting the dreams.

For several days after my discovery I pictured myself in the main character's shoes, severely punished for honest mistakes or clumsiness. I extrapolated the story and arranged some elements. For instance I was punished on the bare. I added more shame in front of the friends and I kept the pain, the sadism, the humiliation...

However since my fantasies are back and since I've had the chance to live some of them, my dreams never feature sadistic men anymore. Sometimes I wonder where I've hidden that part of myself. The caning fantasy remains, but I receive it either from a man or a woman who wants me to mend my ways.The idea of being punished for no real misdeed does not really appeal.






Saturday, April 18, 2015

Dreams and Thinking

Spanking.

It should be the main topic of this website. Spanking has always been a fantasy. As a child and a teenager, I was ashamed of it. I tried to block it away. I always failed.

My fantasy is to receive a bare bottom spanking. Most of the time it is delivered by the firm hand of a severe but loving man, more rarely it is delivered by a no nonsense, attentionate woman.

So I will probably talk about this. My dreams, my past experiences, my thoughts on the subject.

And I might raise random subjects depending on what I've been wondering on. I'm always wondering about something.




Wednesday, April 15, 2015