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Well, once again, I'm gone till Monday... *big, huge, sad sigh* SOoooo.. to tide y'all over until my magnificent return, I decided to post this story I wrote.
Now, BEWARE, this is kind of deep... very D/s with some BDSM. I've started a sort of series with this couple, however, and this was the beginning - so, you have to read it to get to know some of the background. When I get back, if this hasn't scared you all away (weg), I'll post the second story. If this one is too much for you, try the next one anyway; it's not as intense.
~~~
“I can’t do this!” Her voice trembled and threatened to break.
Silence followed her desperate plea, and then his thick, harsh voice filled her left ear, “You can! And you WILL!” With that, the crop in his hand fell like rain against the entire inside of her thighs. She clenched her teeth together and defiantly willed herself to stay silent.
She stood at the foot of the bed, completely naked, her legs and arms spread wide. Each wrist was secured to the middle of each bedpost, just low enough for the ropes to catch at the bed footer, while her ankles where tied likewise to the bottoms of each post. Being somewhat petit, this position forced her to lean forward and thrust her bottom out in an utterly vulnerable way. If she leaned just a bit more, her face would brush against the mattress.
Suddenly her mind comprehended the repeating stroke against her right thigh. She arced her back and groaned, although she kept her mouth firmly closed. It took only a few more slaps to force her to thrust herself, as best she could, away from the crop. He was hitting the same place over, and over, and over again! Finally she was sure she couldn’t take another lick.
“Please, Sir! Please! I will obey you!” Tears spilled down her cheeks and dripped between her parted lips.
The crop ceased it’s attack, and was followed by a warm, soothing palm.
“Yes, you will.” He murmured quietly as he rubbed the fire away. She sobbed uncontrollably now and hung her head against the soft blanket. His palms gently caressed her thighs, bottom, and back, before moving to her face.
“Bella... Bella...” He leaned across her arm as he whispered her name, then pulled her face towards him to kiss her deeply. She slowly faded into his mouth and hungrily returned his love.
He’d chosen this secondary name from a list of other language translations for the words “servant,” “bond-servant,” or “slave.” Because of its close spelling with the Spanish word for “beautiful,” which was “bello,” he’d decided this specific translation would be perfect.
After a few moments, Bella felt him pull away and she looked up at his face dreadfully. Just as she’d imagined, it had darkened again. His jaw was taut, and his eyes pierced her very soul.
“Why are you like this, Bella?”
Another tear leaked from her eyes, and her breath caught in her throat - causing her to make little gasping noises between her words, “Because I was disobedient to you, Sir.”
“Yes. You disappointed me greatly. I trust you to obey my commands - not to dismiss them without a care. But tonight, you will learn the meaning of obedience.”
By now, he’d walked behind her and she couldn’t tell what he was doing.
“Jake? Please, give me another chance?” She cried as more tears threatened.
“What did you just call me?” His voice boomed from behind her, and before she had a chance to respond, a lash of fire spread across the backs of her thighs. She screamed out in pain.
“Answer me!” He demanded, another streak of flames directly on top of the other.
“I meant, Sir! I meant SIR!” She replied immediately amid breathless cries. Whatever he was using felt as though it were stripping the skin completely off her legs.
“Good girl.” He patted her bottom gently, then pinched the middle of each cheek - as if to make two bull’s-eyes. The blaze licked each cheek, exactly where he’d pinched, two more times.
Another minute or two passed quietly, excepting her sobs, before Bella felt the ties around her ankles loosening.
“Kneel.” He commanded once her feet were free.
She did as she was told as quickly as possible. With her arms still stretched wide, she felt like a strange sort of crucifix. And here she was, paying for her sins.
“Pick up your feet, but do not let your stomach touch the wood.” Came the next command.
Hopeless whimpers escaped her lips as she slowly lifted her feet. The only way to keep from touching her belly was to arc her back outwards, but that made her feet more susceptible to touching the floor.
It was nearly impossible, but that was the point, wasn’t it? To see just how far she would go, and just how hard she would try, to obey him. She wondered if he was setting her up to fail - just to drive in the point that when she did disobey him, there would be grave consequences.
Abruptly, Bella began to feel a relentless need to urinate. Embarrassment flooded over her and she squeezed her legs together in an attempt to stop the fates. In her act to hold her bodily fluids back, she lost her balance and fell against the foot of the bed. Sobs flowed freely as she desperately tried to explain her predicament to Jake.
He listened quietly before saying simply, “Spread your legs.”
She looked at him in confusion, but gradually scooted her knees apart. He left the room, and upon returning, slid a metal bucket beneath her.
“You can’t be serious!” She screeched in disbelief.
“You question me?” He replied firmly, “Relieve yourself.”
Her face flushed hot with anger, but it didn’t take long for her to finally release the pent up pressure between her legs. When she was finished, Jake himself took a swab of toilet paper and wiped her clean. She was utterly humiliated.
As he moved the bucket to another part of the room, he stated, “You touched the wood, Bella.”
“I had to!” She answered frightfully.
“Did you, now?” He was back at her side. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted another implement in his hand, but she couldn’t quite make it out. “Did you also have to leave the house and spend the entire day with your friend?”
She bowed her head and looked away.
“I didn’t think so.”
The implement soon revealed itself, clearly, as it fell brazenly against her tender bottom and thighs. A thick tawse. He whipped her with it a good fifteen times before setting it down. Her cries and dramatic bucking let him know the message was getting through loud and clear.
“Now,” He said, a bit more softly, as he untied the ropes around her hands, “this is how the next part of your punishment will go...” Once the ropes were off the bedposts, he pulled her arms behind her back and tied her wrists there, “You will stay on your knees, and using nothing but your mouth, you will empty that pail in its proper place,” Her eyes grew as big as saucers and she jerked her head around to glare at him, “After you complete that task, which you will do with ginger accompanying you, I will finish off your punishment with the bath brush.” He paused and took her face in his hands, “Will you obey me, Bella?”
The resentment left her features, and the question brought her back to the whole reason behind this giant ordeal. She dropped her eyes and whispered, “Yes, Sir. I will obey you.”
He kissed her forehead gently, and put his hand on her back to push her upper torso forward.
He’d prepared the ginger root a short while before the punishing had begun, intending on using it. This new situation provided an even better opportunity for its use than he’d previously planned.
“Don’t move, Bella.” He said gently, taking his hand off her back to assist the insertion. Her fists clenched as he pushed the root deep inside her, and she gasped once the effects of it began to permeate her tender flesh. Without warning, Jake began to hand spank her protruding bottom. She squeaked in protest, but stayed completely still. However, he blew her mind when he, almost roughly, pulled her legs apart and spanked her most intimate parts. Every muscle between her legs contracted in shock and she let out a piteous whine of protest. She'd never thought he'd turn something, that was usually left only for pleasure, into an experience purely a part of punishment. Nonetheless, she kept her legs spread and kept her position. The further this whole ordeal went, the more she found herself actually submitting to it. She imagined that he reasoned she'd broken a level of intimate trust with him when she let him down through her defiant act of disobedience, and as one way of getting that through to her, he chose to inflict pain on an intimate part of her body. But really and truly, it was more mind play than actual pain. When he finally stopped, he gave her permission to move, then stood up to observe the next course of action.
Once again, the flush of embarrassment coated her naked body as she made her way towards the pail. Having no handle, she hoped, furtively, that she’d gotten no urine on the pail’s rim.
“Please, please, please...” She whispered, almost inaudibly, as she came nearer to it. A sigh of relief shook her body when she saw that it was clean. But, she then realized she’d still have to pick it up with her teeth and risk spilling the whole thing right on her face. The thought almost gagged her and stopped her dead in her tracks.
After swallowing every ounce of pride and dignity she had, she leaned down and gripped her teeth around the rim. Getting to the toilet wouldn’t be the hard part, as she could keep her head bowed low. The hard part would be lifting the pail and pouring it without getting any liquid on herself.
Tears seeped through her eyes as she pondered the facts behind the matter. All this because she’d deliberately chosen to discard a request Jake had made of her. How hard was it to simply stay home for a day? His request wasn’t a mean or harsh one. Perhaps he’d even had something special planned. Her selfishness had ruined all that, of course. So, here she found herself, on her knees, a pail of urine hanging from her teeth, a finger of ginger root hanging out of her butt, making her way towards the bathroom.
Jake followed her from a short distance, and felt a hint of regret at making her follow through with this last assignment. The idea had only just come to him as the urge to pee had overcome her. He knew it would get through to her, however, and that was the only thing that kept him hard towards sympathy. It was embarrassing and humiliating enough to stay clearly on her mind the next time her asked her to do something.
The heat of the ginger was beginning to make her sweat, and she clamped her teeth down harder on the pail to better deal with its intensity. Once she made it to the toilet, though, she knew she’d have to concentrate fully on the dumping of the pail’s contents rather than the ginger, or suffer the self-inflicted consequences. Somehow, she managed to prop the pail up on the toilet edge, and use her shoulder as a sort of support as she poured. Task complete, she turned to see a pleased smile etched across Jake’s face.
“Stand up and let’s go finish this.” He helped her up, then walked her to the edge of the bed. Taking his seat, he pulled her across his left knee. Knowing the brushing, over the previous cropping, caning, tawsing, and hand spanking, was going to definitely cause her some discomfort, Jake left her hands tied and pulled his right leg over both of hers.
Her very compliant, remorseful nature was noted as he picked up the brush, “Bella, it’s almost over. I love you so very much, thank you for taking your punishment so well.” She answered with a tearful, “I love you too, Sir.” and he began the last of her spanking.
Steeling himself for the last time, he spanked her clear past her sobs and cries, until her bottom glowed a deep crimson red.
When it was finally over, he pulled her up and laid her over the edge of the bed. Some more tender, sweet love then took place as Jack fully reclaimed his own.
All said and done, Bella still felt truly loved, protected, and very much back under the control and authority of her husband.
~~~
Now, BEWARE, this is kind of deep... very D/s with some BDSM. I've started a sort of series with this couple, however, and this was the beginning - so, you have to read it to get to know some of the background. When I get back, if this hasn't scared you all away (weg), I'll post the second story. If this one is too much for you, try the next one anyway; it's not as intense.
~~~
“I can’t do this!” Her voice trembled and threatened to break.
Silence followed her desperate plea, and then his thick, harsh voice filled her left ear, “You can! And you WILL!” With that, the crop in his hand fell like rain against the entire inside of her thighs. She clenched her teeth together and defiantly willed herself to stay silent.
She stood at the foot of the bed, completely naked, her legs and arms spread wide. Each wrist was secured to the middle of each bedpost, just low enough for the ropes to catch at the bed footer, while her ankles where tied likewise to the bottoms of each post. Being somewhat petit, this position forced her to lean forward and thrust her bottom out in an utterly vulnerable way. If she leaned just a bit more, her face would brush against the mattress.
Suddenly her mind comprehended the repeating stroke against her right thigh. She arced her back and groaned, although she kept her mouth firmly closed. It took only a few more slaps to force her to thrust herself, as best she could, away from the crop. He was hitting the same place over, and over, and over again! Finally she was sure she couldn’t take another lick.
“Please, Sir! Please! I will obey you!” Tears spilled down her cheeks and dripped between her parted lips.
The crop ceased it’s attack, and was followed by a warm, soothing palm.
“Yes, you will.” He murmured quietly as he rubbed the fire away. She sobbed uncontrollably now and hung her head against the soft blanket. His palms gently caressed her thighs, bottom, and back, before moving to her face.
“Bella... Bella...” He leaned across her arm as he whispered her name, then pulled her face towards him to kiss her deeply. She slowly faded into his mouth and hungrily returned his love.
He’d chosen this secondary name from a list of other language translations for the words “servant,” “bond-servant,” or “slave.” Because of its close spelling with the Spanish word for “beautiful,” which was “bello,” he’d decided this specific translation would be perfect.
After a few moments, Bella felt him pull away and she looked up at his face dreadfully. Just as she’d imagined, it had darkened again. His jaw was taut, and his eyes pierced her very soul.
“Why are you like this, Bella?”
Another tear leaked from her eyes, and her breath caught in her throat - causing her to make little gasping noises between her words, “Because I was disobedient to you, Sir.”
“Yes. You disappointed me greatly. I trust you to obey my commands - not to dismiss them without a care. But tonight, you will learn the meaning of obedience.”
By now, he’d walked behind her and she couldn’t tell what he was doing.
“Jake? Please, give me another chance?” She cried as more tears threatened.
“What did you just call me?” His voice boomed from behind her, and before she had a chance to respond, a lash of fire spread across the backs of her thighs. She screamed out in pain.
“Answer me!” He demanded, another streak of flames directly on top of the other.
“I meant, Sir! I meant SIR!” She replied immediately amid breathless cries. Whatever he was using felt as though it were stripping the skin completely off her legs.
“Good girl.” He patted her bottom gently, then pinched the middle of each cheek - as if to make two bull’s-eyes. The blaze licked each cheek, exactly where he’d pinched, two more times.
Another minute or two passed quietly, excepting her sobs, before Bella felt the ties around her ankles loosening.
“Kneel.” He commanded once her feet were free.
She did as she was told as quickly as possible. With her arms still stretched wide, she felt like a strange sort of crucifix. And here she was, paying for her sins.
“Pick up your feet, but do not let your stomach touch the wood.” Came the next command.
Hopeless whimpers escaped her lips as she slowly lifted her feet. The only way to keep from touching her belly was to arc her back outwards, but that made her feet more susceptible to touching the floor.
It was nearly impossible, but that was the point, wasn’t it? To see just how far she would go, and just how hard she would try, to obey him. She wondered if he was setting her up to fail - just to drive in the point that when she did disobey him, there would be grave consequences.
Abruptly, Bella began to feel a relentless need to urinate. Embarrassment flooded over her and she squeezed her legs together in an attempt to stop the fates. In her act to hold her bodily fluids back, she lost her balance and fell against the foot of the bed. Sobs flowed freely as she desperately tried to explain her predicament to Jake.
He listened quietly before saying simply, “Spread your legs.”
She looked at him in confusion, but gradually scooted her knees apart. He left the room, and upon returning, slid a metal bucket beneath her.
“You can’t be serious!” She screeched in disbelief.
“You question me?” He replied firmly, “Relieve yourself.”
Her face flushed hot with anger, but it didn’t take long for her to finally release the pent up pressure between her legs. When she was finished, Jake himself took a swab of toilet paper and wiped her clean. She was utterly humiliated.
As he moved the bucket to another part of the room, he stated, “You touched the wood, Bella.”
“I had to!” She answered frightfully.
“Did you, now?” He was back at her side. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted another implement in his hand, but she couldn’t quite make it out. “Did you also have to leave the house and spend the entire day with your friend?”
She bowed her head and looked away.
“I didn’t think so.”
The implement soon revealed itself, clearly, as it fell brazenly against her tender bottom and thighs. A thick tawse. He whipped her with it a good fifteen times before setting it down. Her cries and dramatic bucking let him know the message was getting through loud and clear.
“Now,” He said, a bit more softly, as he untied the ropes around her hands, “this is how the next part of your punishment will go...” Once the ropes were off the bedposts, he pulled her arms behind her back and tied her wrists there, “You will stay on your knees, and using nothing but your mouth, you will empty that pail in its proper place,” Her eyes grew as big as saucers and she jerked her head around to glare at him, “After you complete that task, which you will do with ginger accompanying you, I will finish off your punishment with the bath brush.” He paused and took her face in his hands, “Will you obey me, Bella?”
The resentment left her features, and the question brought her back to the whole reason behind this giant ordeal. She dropped her eyes and whispered, “Yes, Sir. I will obey you.”
He kissed her forehead gently, and put his hand on her back to push her upper torso forward.
He’d prepared the ginger root a short while before the punishing had begun, intending on using it. This new situation provided an even better opportunity for its use than he’d previously planned.
“Don’t move, Bella.” He said gently, taking his hand off her back to assist the insertion. Her fists clenched as he pushed the root deep inside her, and she gasped once the effects of it began to permeate her tender flesh. Without warning, Jake began to hand spank her protruding bottom. She squeaked in protest, but stayed completely still. However, he blew her mind when he, almost roughly, pulled her legs apart and spanked her most intimate parts. Every muscle between her legs contracted in shock and she let out a piteous whine of protest. She'd never thought he'd turn something, that was usually left only for pleasure, into an experience purely a part of punishment. Nonetheless, she kept her legs spread and kept her position. The further this whole ordeal went, the more she found herself actually submitting to it. She imagined that he reasoned she'd broken a level of intimate trust with him when she let him down through her defiant act of disobedience, and as one way of getting that through to her, he chose to inflict pain on an intimate part of her body. But really and truly, it was more mind play than actual pain. When he finally stopped, he gave her permission to move, then stood up to observe the next course of action.
Once again, the flush of embarrassment coated her naked body as she made her way towards the pail. Having no handle, she hoped, furtively, that she’d gotten no urine on the pail’s rim.
“Please, please, please...” She whispered, almost inaudibly, as she came nearer to it. A sigh of relief shook her body when she saw that it was clean. But, she then realized she’d still have to pick it up with her teeth and risk spilling the whole thing right on her face. The thought almost gagged her and stopped her dead in her tracks.
After swallowing every ounce of pride and dignity she had, she leaned down and gripped her teeth around the rim. Getting to the toilet wouldn’t be the hard part, as she could keep her head bowed low. The hard part would be lifting the pail and pouring it without getting any liquid on herself.
Tears seeped through her eyes as she pondered the facts behind the matter. All this because she’d deliberately chosen to discard a request Jake had made of her. How hard was it to simply stay home for a day? His request wasn’t a mean or harsh one. Perhaps he’d even had something special planned. Her selfishness had ruined all that, of course. So, here she found herself, on her knees, a pail of urine hanging from her teeth, a finger of ginger root hanging out of her butt, making her way towards the bathroom.
Jake followed her from a short distance, and felt a hint of regret at making her follow through with this last assignment. The idea had only just come to him as the urge to pee had overcome her. He knew it would get through to her, however, and that was the only thing that kept him hard towards sympathy. It was embarrassing and humiliating enough to stay clearly on her mind the next time her asked her to do something.
The heat of the ginger was beginning to make her sweat, and she clamped her teeth down harder on the pail to better deal with its intensity. Once she made it to the toilet, though, she knew she’d have to concentrate fully on the dumping of the pail’s contents rather than the ginger, or suffer the self-inflicted consequences. Somehow, she managed to prop the pail up on the toilet edge, and use her shoulder as a sort of support as she poured. Task complete, she turned to see a pleased smile etched across Jake’s face.
“Stand up and let’s go finish this.” He helped her up, then walked her to the edge of the bed. Taking his seat, he pulled her across his left knee. Knowing the brushing, over the previous cropping, caning, tawsing, and hand spanking, was going to definitely cause her some discomfort, Jake left her hands tied and pulled his right leg over both of hers.
Her very compliant, remorseful nature was noted as he picked up the brush, “Bella, it’s almost over. I love you so very much, thank you for taking your punishment so well.” She answered with a tearful, “I love you too, Sir.” and he began the last of her spanking.
Steeling himself for the last time, he spanked her clear past her sobs and cries, until her bottom glowed a deep crimson red.
When it was finally over, he pulled her up and laid her over the edge of the bed. Some more tender, sweet love then took place as Jack fully reclaimed his own.
All said and done, Bella still felt truly loved, protected, and very much back under the control and authority of her husband.
~~~
About me
- rivka
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In Dreams
"And in dreams I am free
falling into what is not;
what will be what is.
It's this intense hatred
for reality twisted
in an obsession of hope
Defy the stagnant
life that speaks only
what can be but wills not.
God's grace,
not my self fear
of what I think
I cannot be."
-rivka
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- Caia's Journey
- RandC Personal Correction
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- Susie A's Journal
- Whisperings Of My Soul
- Leah's Blog
- Christian Domestic Discipline
- The Spanked Wife
- Head of House
- Spanking Good Time (Tiggr)
- Bliatz
- Dave and Am
- Domestic Discipline Diary
- Cease Resistance:Spanking Ree Again
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- SarAdora's Spanking Erotica
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