Thursday, August 24, 2017

Top Logic or Double Standard?


It is Hump day again or technically over depending on when you read this. Regardless in honor of Hump Day and due to the fact that a story might be overdue; I offer you a very brief story excerpt for your review.

I hope it is a welcome distraction.

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top noun log•ic noun

: When a dominant partner attempts to explain to a young lady the reason for providing systematic firm correction of incipient failures after they occur, but prior to developing into major defects.
- author: Enzo Man
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"But wwhyyy? Whyyy, did you have to spank me, I didn't do anything wrong?!" she daringly interrupts, wincing her petulant face towards me while simultaneously attempting to look away in apparent dread of my response.


"You still fail to understand. You have no one to blame but yourself. This is your own fault!"


"Bb..butt...I didn't do anything wrong today, it's barely morning!"
she pouts.


"That is exactly the problem, you don’t think you did anything wrong. Tell me Young Lady, what is wrong with what you were wearing out in public this morning?”


"Umm…I don’t knooooo. It was just the same thing; same way as how I’m dressed now!"
 she responds hesitantly while pulling down at the hem of her shorts in an attempt to cover her bottom cheeks. It is to no avail as the well-stretched cotton simply snaps back up to its former place, once more leaving ample amounts of desirable flesh exposed.




"Yes, I know you went out how you are dressed now; but I asked you a very specific question. What is wrong with what you were wearing in public?
She blinks rapidly as her mind attempts to process, "Umm…bu…butt, I thought  you liked me wearing these lil' shorts.”

“I do like you wearing those shorts…at homefor me.
I explain as I pull off my belt in a single tug. I gather the black cowhide in my hands, turn it once upon itself and snap it with a loud crack to emphasize my statement.

She shudders at the leather threat and replies, answering directly to it, “Butt… but you said you liked how they show off my butt.”

“They do show off your big juicy ass. They show it off nicely because they hardly cover it! Which does not mean I like you parading your ass around town in that outfit.”


“It was just a quick run to Starbucks; down the street. I just needed my coffee for the mornin' and I walked to Main and back in like less than thirty minutes. I mean hardly anyone I knew saw me. It was okay really; the rude comments were only from two ladies…I mean it wasn’t any guys…I mean they looked, I could tell, but it isn’t like they said anything. They just stared at me, but that’s it, so it's fine, right?”

“I don’t like you dressing like this when I am not around.
With your ass cheeks on display. Now bend over again, I’m not quite finished.”

“Bu..buttt…. I’m done. It hurts. Your hand really hurt a lot already. I wannnna just go shower…”

“You should have showered and changed before you went out this morning. Not gone out in what you wore to bed.”

“Bu..buuut, you know I didn’t wear these to bed; I just wore panties to bed."

“The point is that those shorts are so damn tight and short, I am sure anyone who saw you strutting you ass around this morning, thought you were just wearing panties!


“Butt..but they aren’t and…
I have my panties on underneath! Besides, I really thought you liked them?!”

“You don’t get it. That’s why you need this extra reminder.
If you want to show off your ass, you can show off your spanked red ass.

I tug at her shorts, struggling to get them over her ample bottom while she squirms and peddle-kicks in place, protesting to no avail. A moment later her shorts are down and greeting her ankles followed by the easy surrender of her white panties; surrendered with only minimal protest out of her fear of what may come. I leave them at half-mast, taught around her thighs; both for my own visual pleasure, but also knowing full well how she hates this placement, how it magnifies her humiliation. 


Without further warning, I release the belt and it lands on unprotected skin with a merciless slap.

“Owww! Fuhhhh…Ohohoh…”
 she lurches forward into the sofa, her fingernails dig into upholstered fabric, her toes on end nearly leaving the cold wooden floor while she inhales sharply and slowly releases a high pitched shriek.

I follow through with five more swings. Five more heat inducing, instantaneously throbbing smacks of leather against delicate, naked pale flesh.


Her perky bottom jiggles uncontrollably upon every impact. To which she
 involuntary further follows through with immediate, repetitive clenching and releasing of her cheeks. She hides her head in the cushions knowing that her movements are revealing so much more than she wants.

I place my hand softly on her throbbing bottom to gauge the temperature. Her bottom radiates a warm heat as expected, but something instantly catches my eye and I take my hand away. She flinches as my hand brushes against her inner thigh as I
pull back on the thin waistband of her panties.
"Really, Young Lady?” I say nothing more, but shake my head and release the elastic with an intentional snap. Her only response is a muffled whimper.

The final stroke hits with an echoing impact, but her scream never comes. All that reveals the strike is the darkening blush outline on her cheeks and the almost audible sound of her dainty white panties slipping softly past her knees and slowly
down her calves.
Sensing I am done, s
he pulls her shoulders back and then brings her arms into her chest embracing herself. I relax and lower my hand. The punisher retreats victorious, guided slowly, weaving in and around before I secure it in place behind temporary bars until it is called upon again.

I wait for her to catch her breath before giving out reminders and instructions; “I’ll see you tonight for dinner so be sure
you get yourself cleaned up and showered on time.

Clearly holding back tears, she glances over her shoulder hesitantly while still bent over the small love seat. Her voice cracks as she asks, “Sooo whaa du…so what do…what is it that you want me to wear tonight?”

“Did you forget, we are meeting up with Jasmine and her new boyfriend for drinks and burgers tonight. Since it is only within walking distance, down on Main Street, I’ll make it simple on you.

Real simple.
 Wear something that shows off your nice long legs of course; a pair of your nice strappy heels.

But just be sure to pick a pair that goes with shorts.

With these same shorts; as these are what you'll be wearing again tonight!”
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I hope you enjoyed that excerpt. So was it a well deserved belting? And what about the required outfit for that evening?

Always appreciate any feeback. Two polls for the Ladies and two polls for the Gents today:














4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Love the story and love the pic of the naughty woman getting her shorts-covered bottom spanked!
Sophie.

Enzo said...

Hi Sophie - Glad to hear you enjoyed the story and thanks for commenting.

Heather said...

So, I just read your new post. I didn't have much time to comment the other day when I read this post. If I saw the gif, I don't remember it but I don't think it got me distracted. Hubby got in bed and while he knows I visit these websites, it's not something I want him reading over my shoulder.

I was a bit confused. What caught his eye when he puts his hand on her to gauge her temperature? Is she turned on?

Heather

Enzo said...

Heather -
As far as the gif, perhaps I am simply over thinking the images.

So the part as far as what caught his eye was intentionally left vague. There are only a few possibilities and I had something specific in mind but thought the reader might enjoy filling in their own details to their likings.

Appreciate you always commenting.
Best,
Enzo