samedi 19 janvier 2019

Ficus et cie

@Doz
Lui, là, c'est mon amour propre. En ce moment, il n'arrête pas de me râler dessus et de tapoter du pied.

J'adorerais être comme ces filles qui une fois une relation terminée détestent l'autre. N'hésitant pas pour certaines à les faire passer pour des monstres, des salauds ou, plus mode, des pervers narcissiques. Alors que bon... ce ne sont que des hommes hein. Faut quand même pas trop en attendre non plus ^^.

Mon genre à moi c'est d'acter la fin. Bah oui, je ne suis pas plus bête qu'une autre, je vois bien quand ça ne fonctionne plus. Et puis, faut bien que je puisse passer à autre chose aussi. Mais de continuer à gratter à la porte de temps en temps. Histoire qu'on m'oublie pas trop vite quand même. Quand quelqu'un a été important, même juste un temps, j'aime bien croire qu'il y a quand même un lien un peu particulier qui reste.

Donc je gratte. Et l'autre, là, mon petit amour propre, il fait la gueule. Moi, je lui fais les yeux doux en lui disant "mais j'avais envie de lui parler...."

Bon, il s'est résigné. En ce moment, je fais des efforts donc quand je craque et qu'il voit que j'ai trop envie, il se contente de lever les yeux au ciel et de marmonner un "Pfff, fais c'que tu veux !".

Il n'est pas commode, mais je gagne toujours avec lui :)




PS : Merci à @doz de m'avoir prêté son lapin :p

PS 2 :


dimanche 13 janvier 2019

J'ai joué les apaches...

..., nomade et fière, pour moins souffrir. Ne garder que le panache et avancer vers l'avenir...



Elle a voulu s'occuper l'esprit pendant ses vacances. Plus penser. Alors elle a joué à Township. Loin des fessées, du D/s et de tout ce tralala.
Elle s'est occupé de ses petites vaches.
Elle a chargé ses avions dans les temps.
Elle a semé et ramassé son blé pour faire du pain dans sa boulangerie, pour après faire des sandwichs à la fraise dans son fast-food. et pouvoir ainsi charger et faire partir un train qui lui ramènerait en échange de la dynamite pour aller chercher des pépites dans la mine.

Elle n'a pas que des vaches. Elle s'est aussi bien occupée des poules, des moutons, des abeilles, des cochons et elle a même fait attention à filer du pain aux canards.

Tous les jours. Plusieurs fois par jour.

Heureusement qu'elle se tape l'amour est dans le pré tous les ans.

Elle y a passé du temps sur ce truc. Beaucoup de temps. A faire gaffe que tout soit prêt pour quand l'avion arrive en ville et tout et tout. Accroc.

Et puis...

Du jour au lendemain...

Plus rien.

Rien à foutre que l'avion reparte vide, que les vaches crèvent la dalle ou que les trains soient en gare. Elle ne joue plus. Elle est passé à autre chose. Quasi aussi vite qu'elle est devenue accroc, elle s'en est complétement détachée. Dingue. Elle a vu les notifications en haut de l'écran. Flemme. Elle ne s'est même pas fatiguée à regarder ce que c'était. Rien à foutre.

Et c'est là que la vérité lui est apparue toute crue.

Elle avait été son Township à lui. 

Pendant des semaines, il s'était occupé d'elle tout le temps. Avait fait attention qu'elle fasse ce qu'elle devait faire. L'avait grondé, encouragé. Avait été là toutes les heures de tous les jours, de son réveil à son coucher.

Et d'un coup plus rien.

Passé à autre chose.

Ignoré les notifications de messages.

Plus jamais là.


Comme elle... 
Du jour au lendemain. Elle a abandonné ses vaches virtuelles et lui, il l'a abandonné elle. 
Sauf qu'elle, elle n'est pas virtuelle.

La vache... ça fait mal au cul quand même d'être un jeu vidéo....


Elles étaient belles les promesses
Qui brillaient au bout des doigts
Sur le papier avec adresse
Les rendez-vous, on se reverra
Elles étaient comme des caresses
J'imaginais le grain de ta voix
Et puis un jour, c'est la paresse
Qui ne retient je ne sais quoi

lundi 10 décembre 2018

Noël



Claire n’en croyait pas ses yeux ! Il avait osé !

Là, sous le sapin, un seul paquet portait son nom… la forme ne correspondait en rien à quoi que ce soit qu’elle ait pu souhaiter… Et le déballage avait confirmé sa déception. Une sacoche. Une vulgaire sacoche. Même pas belle en plus. Un truc informe, en cuir tout de même, mais tellement laid, qu’elle ne se voyait pas sortir avec.

Elle avait repris espoir en remarquant qu’il semblait y avoir quelque chose à l’intérieur. Oui, voilà ! C’était une blague ! Son vrai cadeau était sûrement à l’intérieur ! C’était forcément ça !

Et elle avait ouvert le sac…

Nous en sommes donc là. Claire, interdite, qui n’en croit pas ses yeux. Elle lève la tête et regarde son mari d’un air interrogateur

« Je t’avais bien dit qu’il fallait être sage pour être sur la liste du Père Noël ! Avec tes caprices à n’en plus finir à propos de tes cadeaux, c’est sur la liste du père Fouettard que tu as atterri ! »

Claire baisse la tête, déçue de cette mauvaise blague qui lui gâche d’un coup tout le plaisir de Noël…

« Allez, ma puce, ne fais pas cette tête… Sors ce qu’il y a dans le sac ! »

Sans entrain, Claire sort un paddle en cuir… un martinet… une brosse à cheveux… une règle… une cuillère en bois... Sa figure s’allonge au fur et à mesure de ses découvertes. Quand enfin elle sort la ceinture en dernier, elle ne peut pas contenir sa déception plus longtemps et lève ses yeux embués vers Marc.

« Je sais que c’est dur comme punition… mais tu mérites une leçon. Néanmoins, chaque instrument du sac porte un numéro. Ce numéro correspond à un des cadeaux que tu espérais tant. Seulement tu n’auras ce cadeau, qu’après avoir reçu une fessée avec ce même instrument. Cela t’apprendra la patience. Et peut-être que l’an prochain l’esprit de Noël prévaudra sur ton attitude matérialiste. »

Claire ne répond pas… Elle prend le paddle en cuir et le tend à son mari « Je voudrais mon premier cadeau s’il te plait »


mardi 6 novembre 2018

Sia gets herself a spanking

Il y a fooooort longtemps, lors d'une de mes errances sur le net, passant de liens en liens, j'avais trouvé un générateur de Spanking stories Et évidemment je n'avais résisté à l'envie de créer la mienne :p. 
Quelques questions et hop, une histoire dont je suis l'héroïne ^^. 



Sia Gets Herself a Spanking

Sia was in trouble and she knew it. She wondered if Zed would spank her right away or make her wait. ''Waiting is the worst!'' she thought, though in this case maybe it would be better to put it off... She didn't need to speculate, though, she'd know soon enough - she could hear a man's footsteps approaching the door. As she watched, the handle turned with what seemed like an unnatural slowness. An icy hand gripped her right in the middle of her bottom.

''Act natural,'' she told herself, which only caused her to give a nervous giggle just as her lover walked in.

''What's wrong?'' Zed asked immediately.

''Me? Nothing! Why do you ask?''

''Just that you have a strange look on your face.'' So much for ''natural,'' Sia thought. Zed continued.
''Okay, what have you done?''

''Um... nothing?''

''Sia...''

''Yes, Zed?''

''Come on, out with it. Now.'' He had never been all that patient in these situations and was already heading toward the bedroom. Sia hurried to head him off.

''It's nothing, honest. It's just that... Well, I...'' Try as she might, she couldn't think of a way to make it sound any better.

''I did nothing !,'' she said with a rush. Zed stopped in his tracks, slowly turning to look at her.

''Sia ! It's nothing, honest?'' he mocked in a voice of disbelief. ''It doesn't sound like nothing. It sounds a lot like bratting.'' Sia felt herself tighten at that word - it had unfortunate connotations - unfortunate for her and unfortunate for her bottom. ''We've talked about bratting, haven't we?'' Zed's speech went on. ''We have a way of dealing with bratting, don't we, Pénible?''

Every time he used the term ''bratting'' he might as well be saying ''spanking,'' she thought. ''Sia , you do know how we deal with bratting, don't you?'' Instinctively Sia's hands shot back to cover her bottom, in a way answering Zed's question very clearly. Though that's not the answer her voice gave.

''Well, I know... but... I thought... maybe this time...

''You thought maybe this time what, Pénible? That you wouldn't be spanked? That bratting wouldn't get you a good bare-bottomed spanking?''

Sia didn't want a spanking - Zed's spankings hurt! While she was getting them they stung like mad - she was always convinced she just had to get away and never could - and they left her so sore! Not just sore, very sore - sore like when you sit down a long time later you can still feel it like you just got it, that kind of sore. And she certainly didn't want one of those - especially not on her bare bottom!

And that was exactly how her lover was going to spank her - over his knee, her head down, very short skirt off, bottom up, panties down, bottom bare, her pink skin inviting his stern reproval! Zed had never once let her keep her panties up. Quickly Sia's mind raced to remember what panties she'd put on, thankful that her black ones wouldn't add any to her embarrassment - having her bottom bared was embarrassing enough as it was!

Part of her wanted to run and hide, but most of her simply followed Zed into the bedroom - the bedroom, where she was always taken to be spanked. Much as she hated getting a spanking, especially one of Zed's spankings, she really did dislike bratting and really wished she could stop doing it. If having her lover spank her would stop her from bratting, maybe that was a good thing - if only it didn't have to be such a spanking!

Once in the bedroom, Zed looked at her sternly as he sat on the edge of the bed, extending his legs as her soon-to-be ''resting'' place. My God, already? Sia thought to herself, but Zed, instead of immediately motioning her over his lap and into place, clasped a hand on each of her arms.

''Now ma Bourrique, I want to be fair about this, you know that, I hope. You should also know that I'm disappointed to hear about your bratting.''

Sia's spirits sunk even lower, though for a new reason now. She didn't like to disappoint Zed.

''Very,'' he added. Maybe she really did deserve a spanking. ''I want you to tell me how this happened,'' he concluded. She tried to bow her head but with a gentle touch he raised her chin and made her look him in the eye.

''I don't know...'' was all she could think of to tell him. It would take too long to explain and not do any good anyway - but he wasn't about to settle for that.

''This bratting of yours, it must have had some reason. It didn't just happen, now did it? And I want you to tell me how or why it did.'' His face hardened even further. ''And you are going to tell me.''

''It's like this - But I'm an angel.''

''I see. Sia?''

''Yes, Zed?''

''Did I just hear anything that would keep me from giving you a spanking? Anything that would discourage me from giving you each and every swat of the spanking you've earned?''

''I don't know... maybe...'' she replied sullenly.

''Sia .''

''No. I guess not...''

''No. Nothing I heard dissuades me in the least. You, Pénible, have behaved yourself into a panties-down spanking and now you are going to get it.''

Fighting off thoughts of how soon Zed would have her pink bare and blushing, Sia moved hesitantly to her lover's side and was a little surprised when he didn't immediately pull her over his waiting lap. Glancing up at his stern face, her surprise turned to dismay and she felt her stomach tighten.

''Oh no,'' she said softly, hopelessly.

''Oh yes,'' came his reply. ''You know better.''

''No, really - please? I don't need that... do I?'' This last was no more than a whisper.

''You need to learn, and the belt helps you learn. Don't make me waste my time - spanking you by hand has never changed a thing.

''Go,'' Zed demanded and commanded.

Reluctantly - very reluctantly - Sia trudged off to get the belt. Retrieving it from his bag, she took just a tiny moment to feel both its unfeeling undefined and her own twinge of rebelliousness - ooo, to throw it, hide it, destroy it! Now that would be satisfying! Instead, the belt would have its satisfaction on her, heating, punishing, scalding her poor helpless bottom. And if she ever did manage to do away with it, Sia had no doubt that Zed would produce something even worse to deal with her current infraction and that additional one as well!

Shaking herself free of such imaginings, Sia and her thoughts returned to the bedroom and her lover's side, meekly proffering the demanded and dreaded belt, knowing full well that in mere moments it would be blistering her bottom, and thoroughly. Her poor little bottom! What did it ever do? It wasn't the one that had a problem with bratting, she was. Why should it have to suffer? It just wasn't fair!

Oblivious to these objections, Zed still sat like a deity on the edge of the bed, waiting to tumble her over his unforgiving thighs. As he reached to take the belt from her, she pulled it back slightly.

''You'll start slowly, won't you?'' She knew she wasn't supposed to ask and he always replied with ''Is that what you deserve, Pénible?'' But this once Zed just took the belt from her and nodded sympathetically.

Seeing his reaction Sia realized that she must be in even more trouble than she imagined. Her whole body stiffened and shook and she couldn't keep herself from turning and trying to run away - but Zed was too quick for her, he'd grabbed her wrist even as the belt left her hand. Before she knew it she was over his knee and the blood was rushing to her head.

Spank! He began immediately - spank spank spank spank spank!

''Ow! Oh! Wait!'' No matter how much time Zed would take leading up to it, the first swat always startled her. Alternating stiffening and squirming, she quickly sunk into place as her lover jostled her for a better and steadier grip.

Spank spank spank - spank spank spank spank! spank! spank! spank! spank!

''Ow! No! Too hard!'' Sia protested, though really her very short skirt muffled the effect considerably - nearly all of this pain was caused by her own tension and apprehension. So far!

Spank spank spank spank! spank! spank!

''Ow ow ow!'' she continued, only to have Zed chastise her further.

''Settle down, Pénible - we haven't even started. I''m just getting you settled in. You can't even feel anything through your very short skirt.''

Spank spank spank! spank spank! spank spank!

''No, no! I feel it! I do! don't!'' Sia insisted somewhat nonsensically - the chance that he would stop already was non-existent.

''Shall I stop already? I thought I was doing this for you - you do know what's next, don't you?''

Ah - here was the dilemma upon whose horns Sia lay. To be spanked over her very short skirt, and therefore longer - or to shorten it a little and jump right to ''pants-down''? Or even panties-down? She made the same coward's choice she always had before.

Spank spank spank spank - spank spank spank! spank spank!

''No, no - that's okay,'' she decided immediately, and having done so found that this phase was much more tolerable. Maybe by the time he gets to my bare bottom I'll be ready, Sia thought. Right. And maybe his arm will wear out first - or I'll just fly to the moon!

Spank spank spank - spank spank spank spank! spank! spank! spank! spank!

''Owww. Owwwwww,'' Sia moaned softly, concluding that some sort of reaction was still in her favor. ''Hey! Wait!'' For no sooner had she resigned herself to an over-the-very short skirt spanking than the very short skirt-spanking was over! ''Stop! Not yet!''

''Oh?'' Spank spank spank spank!!! ''Haven't had enough yet? I thought you were in a hurry!'' Spank spank spank spank!!! Sia's lover saw to it that these final swats before her very short skirt deserted her made all the more of an impression.

''OW! Geez!'' She twisted around in an attempt to see if he was still using his hand - it seemed harder than ever! All she managed to see was Zed removing her first line of defense. He slid the grey fabric off her bottom, revealing her black panties.

Spank spank spank spank!!! Haaaaah, Sia thought.

''Haaaaaaah!'' Sia said. She had thought of her very short skirt as sort of insubstantial it but had been giving her more protection than she realized - now with nothing between his hand and her thin panties his every spank stung and stung to high heaven! Spank spank! spank spank! spank spank spank! spank spank spank!

''Owwwwooooooo? Oww? Ow, ow?'' In her mind Sia questioned if Zed really needed to spank her quite this completely.

Picking up on this, her lover didn't hesitate. ''If you didn't want this spanking, Pénible, you shouldn't have been bratting,'' he decreed, his logic unassailable. Like she hadn't thought of that! ''You know what bratting gets you - maybe next time you'll have an easier time deciding what you really want!''

''Grrrr,'' Sia grrrr'd - quietly.

Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank! spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!

''Ow oh ow oh ow ow ow!''

From long experience Zed knew just what he was doing. Half or more of his spanks landed where her panties had ridden up due to her unflattering position. Not only did they sting all the worse, they were those same low spots Sia already knew she'd feel long afterward. How was she ever supposed to sit again?

Spank Ow Spank Ow Spank Ow Spank! On they went, like partners volleying on a tennis court - except that her soft bottom was no match for her lover's hard hand, and in this match she was being soundly beaten! And the sounds of that beating were Spank Ow Spank Ow Spank Ow Spank!

''Oh oh please,'' she protested - a lot of these spanks should count as panties-down! Not that they would, and not that she thought otherwise for even a moment. Nonetheless Sia felt that some sort of protest was called for. Spank spank spank - spank spank spank spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! Ooooo, Zed knew just how to make her feel those! And Sia's poor little bottom did - each and every one!

Then quickly a lot more protest was very much called for!

''Oh no - really - no, please, no. Please?'' Her lover had stopped spanking long enough to pluck at the waistband of her panties - and she did not want them down! She grabbed them herself and held on tightly. ''Not those - they don't make a difference anyway,'' she claimed, fibbing slightly - though she was always surprised what a difference they did make. One by one, Zed peeled her fingers from her black panties. And then they were gone.

Spank! spank! Her pink cheeks, only slightly colored by his gradual chastisement, were now fully under his hand - and eyes. Hold still! she told herself, wanting to minimize any jiggling or inappropriate exposure - try to hold still!

Spank! spank! Spank Spank! SPANK SPANK!

Maybe kicking and squirming was a better approach after all!

Spank! spank! Spank Spank! SPANK SPANK!

Suddenly he was in a hurry, a man with a mission. Now that he had her bare bottom in sight and squarely in his sights, he wanted it sore and stinging - both, a lot, and right now!

Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!
Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!
Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!

Couldn't Zed hear her at all? Nothing seemed to slow him down! Just as she thought her poor little bottom would burst into flames, her lover's grip tightened! Her stomach followed suit as Sia recognized the meaning of this gesture!

''Oh no! No! No! OW! OH!'' His spanks rained down so much harder without slowing down at all. Her kicking and struggles became furious, but the harder she fought, the harder he spanked!

Spank! Spank!
SPANK! SPANK!
Spank! Spank!
SPANK! SPANK!

''OW OH OH OH OW OH OH!'' she cried. When, oh when, would this be over? And then, with frightening abruptness, it was!

''Now, Pénible, it's time we took care of this bratting,'' Zed pronounced.

Oh no! The belt - smack smack smack smack smack smack smack! By the time she realized what was about to happen her belt spanking was already well underway! Instantly the warmth of his hand was replaced by the sting of the belt's leather. Oooo, did that hurt! Sia could never remember quite how much until she was feeling it - but as soon as she felt it she could remember - remember all too well!

smack smack smack smack smack smack smack!

''No, no - stop! Enough! I'll be good! I promise! Oh owwwwww...''

''Sia ! Your bratting? This is most certainly NOT enough, except that it's enough out of you. Now hold still. You know you've earned this - and more. If you're good you'll get a lot less of the ''more.''''

smack smack smack smack smack smack smack!

Try as he might to be ''fair,'' when it came to bratting her lover was strict. That belt HURT!

smack smack smack smack smack smack smack!

''No, no, not more - please, not more. Ow oh ow oh ow...''

smack smack smack smack smack smack smack!

''No - no please! I'll be good! I've learned my lesson - I have!'' As well she may have - her usually pink cheeks shone from the belt's harsh leather.

''Then hold still, ma Bourrique, so I can finish.'' And finish he did. With a flurry of smack-smack-smack's he made sure she'd have no place to sit, not for a good long time. Then the hardest yet, right in the center - smack smack smack smack smack smack! Even as Sia recognized these as his final spanks she could take no relief as the barrage drove her past all limits of ''taking it.''

''Whaaa - aaa - ow - oooo - ooo - ooo - ooo - NO!''

''Okay, Sia. Okay, ma Bourrique. Breathe. Now breathe...'' Zed encouraged. As slowly as it had begun it just as suddenly ended. Slowly Sia calmed down and her breathing did steady a bit.

''Now, young lady - no more bratting - understood?'' Somehow Sia nodded her acquiescence. And as she returned the belt to his bag, she never wanted to have anything to do with bratting, the belt, or even her lover sitting on the edge of the bed - ever, ever again!

--

Matt Anglen - 2004


Allez, je suis sympa ;). Le lien pour faire votre propre histoire est .




lundi 5 novembre 2018

And now...


My name is Ball, Basket-Ball...

Pourquoi ? Parce que je rebondis bien pardi !




Oui, bah moi, ça me fait rire... :p