Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Holiday Shopping Lessons: Part I

Well "young ladies" and gentlemen, brats, imps, visitors, lurkers and everyone else. Here we are a work-day or two before C-Day (depending on how you celebrate). Stress levels are high and tempers short, long lines and short patience, and employees either unfocused or irritated based on their line of work. Well, I need to head out and deal with matters at hand and not sure what to leave you with; an irresponsible bride, or unfocused employees, or a smart-ass girlfriend. Well, time is short so I will pick and leave you with the story below. 

I hope to see you all before Christmas, but if not, I hope you all find inner peace and quiet in the holiday!

With that, here is one of my many holiday season based stories.

"Ma'am! Ma'am! We are closing in 30 minutes!the high-pitched voice of the young sales associate broke through the white noise of the boutique.

Brought out of her momentary trance by the loud knocking on the dressing room door and the irritated voice of the young sales clerk, she snapped back her reply. 

"OK, OK! No need to rush the Customer!"  'Ma'am'. Really. For f-sake, she thought to herself, the sales-girl was probably not much younger than she was.

She went back to admiring herself in the full length mirror amazed by the fit of the bikini; hugging and accentuating her curves at all the right places while simultaneously hiding all the self-critiqued imperfections. She smiled at herself, happy with her decision to forgo other chores and errands and instead go holiday shopping. It had been a success after-all. 

A success based on her definition of what entailed a successful holiday shopping trip. Had she found gifts for anyone on her list? No. Had she found a designer brand bikini for herself to wear next summer? Score. Was it on sale? Yes, double score. 

She had also found herself a gorgeous designer dress for Christmas Eve. Half-score....sort of. It wasn't on sale; far from it in fact. She didn't need it. In fact, it was full price due to the height of the holiday season. On the positive side, she rationalized to herself, the dress would go perfectly with the high heels she had just purchased. Of course the shoes were also out of her price range, but she'd be able to wear them year long and if you broke down the cost monthly....

"Ma'am! Ma'am! We are closing in 30 minutes!"

"Yes, thank you I heard you the first time. No need to restate the obvious" she answered switching to her recently (and easily mastered), mother-like tone. 

"Can I bring you something else to try on, a bigger size perhaps?"

She could not see the sale's girl's face, but could clearly make out the passive aggressiveness of the question topped with the tone of disdain.

"No, thank you. I am fine." she couldn't believe the attitude.

"OK, Just remember prices are as marked and no further discounts apply. Oh and remember we close in thirty minutes!"

"Oh.M.G.!" she balked at the obvious comment this time and decided to take one more look in the mirror before packing up. 

"Perfect." She smiled and then her smile slowly faded.

Thirty minutes 'till closing she thought to herself, that's not possible! She suddenly realized the time equation. She had been here twice as long as she thought and entirely longer than she had ever planned to be. She franticly fumbled through the mess of the clothes she had tried on searching for her cellphone. 

"Damm it! Where is it?"

She found her oversize purse and ransacked the contents anxiously throwing makeup, keys, hand sanitizers and skin creams out onto the floor in the process. She breathed a sign of relief feeling the cold metal of the phone and then her heart sank again as she realized it was powered off.

"Oh crap!" she mumbled, "What if he's been trying to reach me?!"

She powered up the phone and waited, her heart pacing as the she logged in and maneuvered her way to the chat screen. Before she could read the waiting chats, her phone buzzed the "missed call" alert and as she attempted to scroll over, it buzzed again, and again...and again.

"Oh no!" she pressed the voicemail number and took a deep breath.

"I have been trying to reach you for hours. Where are you? Where are the kids?" his voice, loud and stern coming from the other side of the cell phone.

"I just stepped out to grab a quick drink. The kids are at my Mom's. Just waiting for my latte and then I am on my way home" she fumbled through a hasty reply.

"First of all don't lie,..."

"I am not lying! I am just waiting for my frappuccino!" she interrupted him raising her voice anxiously.

"Excuse me? Your what?....You aren't lying? Really?" 

"Yes really!" she yelled back at him irritated, yet knowing fully well it was he who had every right to be.

"Fine. I just thought something had happened to you."

"I am fine! I told you. What is your problem?" her attitude began kicking into a higher gear.

She heard him take a deep breath and then let out a sigh. She knew this was the precursor to his temper eruption.

"So be it. You want to play games Young Lady; if you are at Starbucks then prove it." he challenged.

"No...Why? I'll just meet you at home" her heart raced trying to talk herself out of the predicament.

"I am giving you one last chance Doll; where are you?" he offered .

She contemplated telling him the truth, but then thought there was no possible way he wouldn't be angry about the entire situation. He was obviously already irritated. She couldn't possibly tell him that in essence she had neglected all her responsibilities rather than preparing for going out of town for the holidays, spent money far above her budget; and worse of all, spent all that extra money all on herself.

"I...I ...I am at the Starbucks on Oak." she blurted out.

"Ok then, send me a picture of yourself right now."

She looked around the dressing room, looked down at herself in the form fitting bikini and prayed for the suit to serve its purpose as she nervously clicked on her camera phone.


"So what do you think?" she asked hesitantly speaking seductively into the phone.

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

She stared at herself in the mirror, her phone strategically angled to capture her front and rear views simultaneously thanks to the full length walled mirrors.

She heard him clear his throat and her lip trembled as she nervously waited for him to say something.

"Nice cleavage" he seemingly teased.

She released her held breath and and began to relax, "So do you like it? It was on sale! it was only $140...."

"I said nice cleavage. I didn't say anything about the bikini" he resumed to his scolding tone,
"and there is no way you are buying a bikini for 140 dollars." 

"OK....OK "she hung her head down, still holding the phone up. "I'll meet you at home."

"No. Take that suit off NOW. I don't wan't you "accidentally" ruining it and then having to buy it," he demanded from the other side of the phone. "Keep your phone on I want to see you do it."

"Nooo! Hon, I'll meet you at home. They are closing soon..."

"What was I not clear on? Do what I told you to do. Now." he ordered again.

She unsnapped the back of her bikini top and arched her shoulders forward to release the top while still holding the phone upright. Her ample breasts tumbled out into the cool artificial air of the boutique. She hurried to cover her chest instinctually even though he had seen her topless nearly every day. She fumbled the maneuver and managed to give him quite the closeup shot of her cold nipples at full attention.

"And now the bottoms" the instructions came over the phone.

"No! Not the bottoms...I'll take them off after I hang up...Hon..please"

"Take them off now."

She hesitated for a brief moment and then gave in. She awkwardly released the side ties of the bikini bottom in hopes they would come off quicker, but the undone side tie simply flapped the material down and diagonally resulting in a flag which highlighted attention to her unkept patch. She switched the phone to the other hand, still keeping the camera on, as she undid the other tie. The small bikini bottoms dropped to the carpeted floor. Within seconds she was digitally fully naked in front of him. The full length mirrors still offering him the 360 degree view as he focused in on her ripe bottom. Quickly she walked to the pile of clothes and picked up her panties.

"Oh no you don't. You stay there. You stay there as is. As is until I call you back."

"I can't stay here like this, what if...." she stammered to no avail.

"You can and you will. End of story. You are in a whole mess of trouble Young Lady. Not packing for our trip, shopping for yourself...You just don't seem to learn your lessons, do you? I need to show you I am serious" he scolded and then the phone clicked off.

She looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't believe her situation. Here she was naked in a dressing room waiting for him to call her back. Undoubtedly and in the least she was in for a serious scolding. His tone had only slightly changed, but she could tell he was upset and dissapointed. The worse part of it was that he had every right to be disappointed in her. 

'Dammit' she thought to herself, 'disappointed'. She hated when he used that word and its connotation and he undoubtedly would be directing that word at her at some point today. She stomped her bare foot in frustration and rather than releasing frustration ended up stubbing her toe in the process. Leaning forward in pain she nearly toppled over as she reached down to grab the aching foot. She slumped her bare bottomed self down on the pile of clothes scattered on the small wooden triangular seat of the dressing room. Crossing her arms in frustration she began what she was admittingly not good at, waiting patiently.

To be continued...
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Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Current Affairs: Taylor + Victoria = Spanking!

Perhaps you are like me and missed it. 

Missed what? 

The Victorias Secret Fashion Show 2013 which aired on network television last week. 
If you are in this group of misfortunate souls whose eyes were deprived of the true eye candy show at its finest… Actually, it used to be eye candy at its finest. Apparently this year a strange assortment of Halloween costumes and Rave dance wear inspired the show.

OK, fashion critiques aside, where was I?
Oh yes, not to worry, if you missed it, you can still watch the entire show online here.

Perhaps, if you were too preoccupied with the current Christmas mayhem, responsibilities, duties, and countdown to craziness; you may have also missed news of another of the show's highlights. Perhaps you missed the announcement that one of the musical guest stars was the young and seemingly maturing pop star Taylor Swift. 

If you have followed my blog from the earliest days (Would that include anyone besides myself?), you will remember that although I am not a fan of the young lady's music, I do prefer her persona over the other pop tarts. She continues to seemly remain true to her "girly" character of which I am a big fan of. Although she has disappointed me in the past that feminine charm gets me every time. (You can read all about that earlier disappointment here.)

Back to the current topic: Even further, perhaps you were unaware of the spankings that occurred at the recent fashion show! What is that you say?!! Yes, you heard me right, there was spankings at the Victorias Secret fashion Show! 

Well there were spankings..technically...sort of. 

Perhaps, thanks to the pseudo-news you may have heard about the one spanking Taylor gave during her onstage performance. If not, here it is as a nice animated gif below:

Apparently that VS model that Taylor smacked (Although one quick spank is hardly a spanking, right?) is Cara Delevingne, who also happens to be Taylor's gal-pal. 
Here is the same moment captured in freeze frame:

Well, believe it or not it gets better! 

Taylor herself was spanked pre-show!
You can see that quick smack here:

Or on the full video it is at ~1:02 
(Again hardly a spanking, but good intentions none the less.)

And yet, there is more!
Apparently another Victorias Secret model wanted to spank Cara's bottom too! 

Either the red-coat model is a spankophile herself or she started getting too much into her equestrian character. (Does anyone know this model's name?) Regardless this young lady knows how to spank based on the expression on Cara's face.  I love that this was not only witnessed by others, but also shared via Instagram. And as an added bonus, check out the guy joyfully bringing over the hairbrush as the recommended next instrument to use. (Reminder to click on all images for full size versions.)

Well, perhaps the spankings were not what they could have been, but we now have clearer visuals for our dreams. And, yes perhaps one day Taylor will get the spanking she so deeply deserves. Her most current offense, to add to the long list, would be wearing that Union Jack dress! Last I checked, Taylor you were born in the good ol' US of A.

Am I the only one who thinks Taylor needs a real spanking?

Monday, December 9, 2013

Pop Quiz: Panties for Christmas

What's the story morning glories? 
Everyone awake this bright, crisp morning? 

OK, Now all "young ladies" please listen up. 
Since you ladies did so badly on the last quiz, failing to answer even one question, this pop quiz is just for you! 

Gentleman, you all get a free pass once again, if you so choose to take it.

Excuse me, what was that?
Ladies, no whining!


Today's Holiday Themed Pop Quiz Topic is...
Coincidentally, these are things I have pondered for quite some time, but always most interested to hear individual answers to the following questions:

1• Do you like to receive panties as Christmas gifts?  

If not, why and if so, what is it about panties that make perfect gifts?

2• Are these gifts something you truly enjoy receiving OR
are these more in line with "self-gifts" by your significant others? 

3Why are panties great stocking stuffers (at least to me as I have always given them as such) vs. other forms of lingerie, say bras for example?


On a personal note:
Of the young ladies I have known, I somehow seemed to have transferred my love 
(um..fetish) of panties to them. It may have something to do, amongst other things, with the fact that I would often and still do buy these delicates as gifts for all occasions especially for the holidays.  Besides everyone knows Santa loves adult girls to always have a fresh pair(s) of panties for Christmas ;)

Two of my favorite visuals occur during Christmas morning. 
The first is that of my girlfriend pulling down the stockings from the fireplace, careful to not drop the overflowing contents, and then once on the floor ransacking through the "loot". The highlights of course being as she unexpectedly pulls out the various unwrapped, skimpy panties. The scene is just all very pin-upesque.

The second visual is her trying-on the new panties and "reluctantly" treating me to an instant fashion show. The coyness of it all will warm any winter day.

Not to worry as I always have a solution for a cold bottom ;)


Bonus Questions:
4• What are your favorite style, type and or color of panties to receive?

A) Are festive red panties with bows best to keep you in the Christmas cheer?

B)  Or perhaps exaggerated frilly panties are more you style?
( I have always wanted to see a girl where these with pants. I have seen them under a skirt, but that is another story for another time.)

C) Or are panties with cheeky sayings the perfect fit for your personality?
( "Cheers" indeed,  a view like this is definitely a toast-worthy event! )


OK, young ladies get to work on these essays. Remember, answers don't need to be too long, but should be in complete sentences. You have 24 hours to turn in your assignments. 

Extra Credit for those who turn in their essays on time and or go back and answer the last essay questions, found HERE.

Harsh consequences will be dealt out should anyone fail to meet the deadline!

OK, stop procrastinating and get started!

Looking forward to hearing your answers...oh and you in the back, no gum chewing in my classroom.

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Sunday Morning Dance - Part I

I have so many ideas I often think I should write a book of short stories.
Then I stop and think who would buy it? Really, would anyone truly spend money to read this stuff for the mere luxury of reading it on their own Kindle or Nook or iPad etc? Really, would you?

I was planning on posting a part of a three-part Thanksgiving related adventure.
A story of a young lady who learns some very hard lessons in some unexpected places. Uncommon places for her, and possibly most, including along the highway and at her parent's home. I may wait on posting those stories.

Well today, I decided to share Part I of an experimental story style. 
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Sunday Morning Dance - Part  I

Coming home from an early morn'
Been up since farmer's dawn, makes me wonder why...
(I'm no farmer, but I know the land)
So much done; so much done before the mornin' sun
Back aching, legs heavy, hands and fingers tight

Coming home with seemingly nothin' won
Coming home with nothin' more than mud on my boots and dirt on my hands
High hopes for the smell of bacon and breakfast
Thirsting to refill my dried up cup, warm caffeine never lasts
Hard work I'll always trade for a gracious smile
Hard work for a warm embrace

Coming home greeted by silence
Coming home greeted by nothin'
No lights on, no warmth from an oven
Table's not set, mornin' coffee not refilled
No warm meal awaiting

High heels, keys and coat still strewn about
An open purse, crumpled cash still out
Empty half hidden cigarette pack
Our living room in utter disarray
All expected late last nigh
All excused at my pre-dawn start
All irritating at this hour

Searching upstairs, a warm bedroom much unchanged
Late morning sun breaking in
You still curled up, under sheets and blankets

I throw sheets to the floor 
Unaware of the time, indifferent to day's tasks
You stretch out in feline moves, back arching, long legs pointing
Hair tangled, pointing every which way
Wavy hair locks draping your shoulders
Wavy hair locks warming your bare chest
(Always beautiful even at rest)

A gentle nudge via
A solitary kiss to your neck 
My whispered morning greetings
Your protesting mumblings as response
All capped by your under-breath swears

I pull back, you want to complain
Your unfulfilled agreement is the broken key, but
Right now I am much too tired 
Right now I am much too tired for this discussion to be had 

Another unmistakable swear stops my retreat
Pulling you across the bed and onto your feet
Pulling you close I stop, your tempting scent negotiating a possible easy reprieve
My hands trying to run through dried hairspray tangled mess
(Such a tangled yet alluring mess)
Met only by your continued grumbling
Your friends are gone, but a hangover remains

I pull my disheveled beauty into an embrace
You tiptoe in place, squinting from the blinding windows
Running my hands down your pale soft skin
No fabric resistance met, I reach your ripe bottom
Feminine mounds barely encased in skimpy sheerness

My hands don't hesitate, they continue on, grasping handfuls of warm cheeks
"Stop your hands are rough; your hands are dirty"
You protest, you push and try to step away

My hands grab tight, easily flex hand muscles out

Releasing delicate cloth from your cheeks
Quick and easy panties fall (much, much too easilybunching at your thighs 

"Young lady, YOU are the mess!" I scold
"You're gonna dance for ME this morning!"
Twirling you around and again 
Some other time your skirt would have revealed quite a show
No twirling skirt for this show, instead effortlessly your panties further slide
This time you're the v.i.p. show

A final swing around and down over the bed
I hold you down with ease
My hand rises in the air, sunbaked palm outstretched
Your pale cheeks about to properly greet a hard morn's work

I swing back and slap you bottom with a targeted hit 
You buckle back and scream 
"I didn't do a thing! What did I do?!"
"Thats right...You didn't do a thing!
A delivered solid slap you have earned for each of those 'things'"

And so it begins

My palm is firm, my hand is tough
Your bottom bounces and shakes
My aim, always precise
You kick, buckle and scream
A flurry of hair, a pouting of feminine hands against the empty bed
Head shaking, bottom shaking
"Tell me Young Lady, is that how your ass was shaking last night?!
Quite a different dance this morning!"

Bottom is fully blush
Bottom throbbing, no end in sight
And then...
I stop


Then oddly delayed the sobbing begins
Tears roll down
Cheeks soft red
Your soft tear-filled words met by
Met by the swoosh of my belt

"No. No! A hiding I already got..."
"No penitent words. Your lesson learned?
Not just yet."

c2013 Enzo Man

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