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

lundi 29 octobre 2018

Automne




Il aime l'automne. Pas elle.

Oui, oui, c'est zoli les belles couleurs dans les arbres, mais l'air de rien ça caille.

Évidemment, lui, il s'en fiche, il met son pantalon mais elle ? Môsieur refuse qu'elle porte autre chose que des jupes le week-end. C'est bien mignon mais du coup, qui c'est qui se pèle ??? Bah oui ! Pas lui ! Elle !

Elle lui en ficherait des promenades en forêt...

Enfin bref, elle est de mauvais poil. Elle grommelle, elle se plaint. Pire qu'une gosse de 3 ans en voiture.

Il essaie de l'intéresser aux champignons qu'ils croisent sur leur route... "J'aime pas les champignons de toutes façons"... D'accord... Passons à autre chose.

"Chemin de droite ou de gauche ?"

"Non mais sérieux, c'est à moi que tu demandes ??? Celui qui nous ramène à la voiture le plus vite !"

"Elisa, s'il te plait, fais au moins semblant d'être agréable. Droite ou gauche ?"

"J'm'en fous, j'ai froid."

"Je vois... "

Il ne relève pas le vocabulaire. Il lui laisse une chance. Il se laisse aussi une chance de pouvoir passer un moment plaisant. Il adore la forêt en automne. Les couleurs, les feuilles qui craquent sous les pas, ramasser des châtaignes...

"Tiens, regarde ! Des châtaignes !"

Et hop, il sort son petit sac de sa poche et commence à le remplir. Un bon feu de cheminée ce soir, des châtaignes grillées... un week-end d'automne presque parfait !

A contre-cœur, elle commence à l'aider. Saleté de truc, ça pique en plus.

"Rhhaa putain !!! Mais ça fait mal ces conneries !"

"Elisa... Si tu continues, crois-moi que ce n'est pas aux mains mais ailleurs que ça va piquer !"

"Quoi ? Qu'est-ce qu'il y a ? Je t'aide non ?"

"Elisa... Je te conseille de t'arrêter sinon..."

"Sinon quoi ? Tu vas me mettre une fessée ? Bah viens, on rentre et tu m'en mets une ! Au moins comme ça on sera au chaud !"

Quelle insolence... Il n'en revient pas. Ah non ! Elle ne va pas s'en tirer comme ça ! Il n'a aucune intention de rentrer mais il n'a également aucune intention de la laisser s'en tirer à bon compte. Il connait l'endroit comme sa poche. Et un peu après les châtaigniers... Ce sont les noisetiers ^^

"Allez, viens... On avance. Et sois sage. On ne rentrera pas tout de suite, il fait trop beau pour ça."

Beau oui, certes... mais pas chaud !

En passant près des noisetiers, il attrape quelques branches, comme ça, sans en avoir l'air... Elle, elle continue de geindre... qu'elle a froid, qu'elle veut rentrer, que c'est nul la forêt.

Arrivés au banc, il propose de s'assoir un peu... pour se réchauffer.

"Pour se réchauffer ? Non mais n'importe quoi !"

"Oh si ! Crois-moi, ça va te réchauffer !" Et en la basculant sur ses genoux, il ajoute "Au moins les fesses !"

Elle n'a même pas le temps de réagir à la surprise que déjà il a relevé la jupe et baissé la culotte. Il est gentil, il la réchauffe bien. Quand il est sûr qu'elle n'a plus froid aux fesses, il ralentit un peu la cadence et sort les branches de noisetiers, histoire de varier les plaisirs. Le cinglement la surprend et elle laisse échapper un cri.

Sadique, il se penche à son oreille :"Tu peux crier si tu veux... mais tu risques d'attirer des spectateurs..."

Bon. D'accord. La fessée se fera dans le calme des cris étouffés.

Quand il trouve que la couleur des fesses se fond dans le paysage des feuilles rougeoyantes d'automne, il s'arrête, la reculotte et la redresse.

"Quelque chose à dire ? Non ? Parfait ! Allez, viens, je connais un endroit où on va pouvoir ramasser des girolles !"

Elle lève les yeux au ciel (dans son dos, hein, elle n'est pas folle) et le suit... en silence cette fois ^^

@Doz


dimanche 28 octobre 2018

Le temps passe...



Je ne vais pas dire de quel anniversaire il s'agit. Les 2 personnes concernées se reconnaitront ^^

(message personnel : oui, tu as bien lu, 2 personnes... je te laisse psychoter :p)


Le temps passe et passe et passe et beaucoup de choses ont changé
Qui aurait pu s'imaginer que le temps se serait si vite écoulé
On fait le Bilan calmement en s'remémorant chaque instant

samedi 27 octobre 2018

Me, myself and I


Je n'aime pas les cases.

Ni les spatiales, ni les temporelles.

Je n'aime pas les étiquettes non plus.

J'aime voguer ça et là au gré de mes envies et de mes humeurs.

Il y en a que les cases rassurent. Moi, elles me rendent claustrophobes.




Et je n'aime pas me raconter.

Même si évidemment qu'il y a un peu de moi dans ce que j'écris.
Du vécu... un peu.
Du fantasmé, beaucoup :p.
Du remanié aussi, à partir d'une ou plusieurs expériences, qu'elles soient miennes ou non d'ailleurs.

Ce ne sont jamais que des récits. Pas moi.


Comme le dit la grande philosophe Natacha St Pierre : "Comme tout le monde j'ai mes défauts, J'ai pas toujours les mots qu'il faut. Mais si tu lis entre les lignes, Tu trouveras dans mes chansons, Tout ce que je n'ai pas su (te) dire."  Parce que ce sont finalement les mots des autres qui parlent le mieux de moi sur ce blog ;)


vendredi 26 octobre 2018

Dans la tête d'une femme

NB : une femme, pas au sens général. Dans la tête d'une femme xx à un moment m  ;)


Elle regarde son téléphone. Encore rien. Elle est déçue. Il s'en fiche.

Il avait dit qu'il ne voulait pas lui faire de mal mais pourtant il lui en fait. Et il le sait puisqu'elle lui a dit.

Elle se dit qu'elle ne comprend pas. Elle cherche. Qu'est-ce qu'elle a bien pu faire pour mériter ça ?

Il a dit qu'il l'aimait. C'est bien que quand même il tenait un peu à elle...  Alors pourquoi ? Elle sait qu'elle en demande beaucoup des fois. Sûrement trop. Mais en même temps, il aurait pu en parler au lieu de disparaitre. Ils auraient trouvé des solutions. On en trouve toujours.

Il dit qu'il n'a pas de temps. Peut-être que c'est vrai. Sa vie change. C'est compliqué.

Elle tient à lui. Il lui manque.

Mais elle ne veut pas être une contrainte. Pourquoi il ne dit rien ? Parce qu'il s'en fiche?

Et ad libidum. Elle ne comprend pas.

Quand même, il ne peut pas avoir joué tout ce temps ? Si ? Il s'est fichu d'elle ? Depuis le début ? Elle est naïve des fois.

Ou alors il s'est détaché d'un coup comme ça ? Ou pas tant d'un coup que ça... C'est vrai... Elle l'a senti quand même... Mais il disait que c'était un manque de temps... Qu'il l'avait pas fichu hors de sa tête avec sa jolie déco... Mais en fait p'tre que si... Il avait commencé à repeindre... Et puis toutes ces étagères ikéa... Ça en prend de la place...

Elle se dit qu'elle a de la peine mais que ce n'est pas grave. Au moins, ça a été une super histoire le peu de temps qu'elle aura duré... Mais quand même... Elle a pas envie que ça s'arrête. Pas comme ça, en plus. Mais est-ce que c'était vrai ? Pourquoi est-ce qu'il ne lui parle pas ?

En même temps, si lui ne veut plus d'elle, elle ne peut pas y faire grand chose. Qu'est-ce qu'elle a fait ? Ou pas fait d'ailleurs ?

Elle comprend pas. Ça revient en boucle. Tout le temps.

Elle a envie de pleurer. De peine, de frustration, de colère que ça lui soit si simple à lui. Et pas à elle. Elle se dit qu'elle a du être chiante. Ou qu'il a rencontré quelqu'un d'autre.Elle se dit qu'elle aurait mieux fait de se taire au lieu de lui dire ses doutes. Elle est trop conne des fois. Mais en même temps, ça l'a rendait malheureuse. Elle n'aime pas se sentir malheureuse comme ça en sourdine. Ce sentiment qu'on est de trop...

Elle a le cœur lourd. Elle lui laisse un message. Espère. Mais non. Il a du couper les notifications en plus. Il la laisse toute seule avec sa peine. Elle se dit que c'est dégueulasse de faire ça, que c'est lâche.

Et juste après, elle lui trouve des excuses. Que c'est p'tre que ce n'est pas si simple pour lui non plus. Ou alors c'est juste que c'est un mec et qu'un mec, ça pense pas comme une fille. Elle sourit à cette pensée complètement sexiste. Ça fait du bien d'être mauvaise de temps en temps.

Elle lui laisse un mail. Elle sait qu'elle ne devrait pas, que ça sert à rien. Mais elle le fait quand même. Elle n'ose pas l'appeler, elle ne veut pas déranger. Elle attend. Elle a dit qu'elle ne l'attendrait plus bien sûr mais elle l'attend quand même.

Un mail ! Ah non... juste une notification. C'est nul.

Elle ne comprend pas. Ça tourne dans sa tête, elle se refait le film. Elle cherche où ça a merdé, où elle a merdé peut-être... Pourquoi elle ne lui manque pas ? Si seulement google pouvait l'aider sur ce coup là.... Il a toujours réponse à tout google. Mais pas cette fois...




mardi 23 octobre 2018

Can you hear what I'm saying ?

Got my mind meditating on love


Guess it's life, doing it's thing
Making you cry, making you think
Yeah life, dealing it's hand

Making you cry and you don't understand