Monday, May 20, 2013

The Dream List: Derby Girls

A bit of an inspirational post today for all my loyal readers 
(whomever you are and wherever you may be). 

As I continue to be reminded as of late; life is short. There are deep lessons here, but I will spare you all the sermon and just say that all of it is best summoned up by the saying:

The days are long, but the years are short.

With that in mind my challenge to you all is to start a "bucket list". I am sure many of you are familiar with the expression, but to those who are not, it is defined as:

A list of things to do before you die. 
Comes from the term "kicked the bucket".

Since I am not fond of the connotation of "kicking the bucket", I propose we change the name. We shall call it our "Dreams Come True List"! Yes the list of things we dream of doing before our time is up. The things we SHALL do.

Therefore, I believe it important that we all create our own list and follow through with it. In order not to get overwhelmed with the task of compiling a large list we shall add one or two items a week. 

The rules are simple: 

A) Add to your list without worrying about feasibility issues (financing, needed time off, logisitics, etc.).

B) You have to  be more specific and less vague.
In other words, not allowed is "I want to visit China someday" as that is too vague.
The proper phrasing would be "I want to visit Bejing China and see the Lantern Festival".


Let's do this together.  
OK I will go first. 

A friend of mine reminded me that the Epson Derby is coming up soon in June.  With that in mind here we go; my first random Dream Come True List item:

1. General Idea:
I will attend an Annual Derby  – 
either the Kentucky Derby in the US or the Epsom Derby in England.

I will attend, savor all the pomp and circumstance, energy and excitement. I will take in all the sights, sounds and colors....
 but most importantly the sights!

I am taking a guess that this colorful trio is headed out to the Derby donning a positive attitude. One thing is certain, the girl in yellow is in no doubt sporting a cheeky attitude worthy of a spanking.

Rather than an individual spanking for this young lady in yellow, a spanking for all three would only seem fair. It would be unfair to exclude the other two from enjoying the hands on portion of the festivities...and depriving other attendees from the sights and sounds of said festivities.

1. More Specific:

I will spank a cheeky Derby Girl for unlady-like behavior 
as soon as the opportunity arises.

A spanking opportunity has without a doubt arisen for this cheeky derby girl.
Although all signs point away from her, I am none the less drawn to bottom center - 
her bottom center.

This image really excites me for some reason.
Not sure why - It is more than the unexpected windblown show of panties. 

Perhaps it is her failed attempt at lady-like behavior. 
In lady-like fashion, she put on her pantyhose to keep her legs smooth 
and everything looking toned and perky. 
Now that plan has literally been blown away as the wind has plans of its own. 
Her hose now on display, sheer enough to highlight her white sheer panties,
which in-turn prominently display her ample feminine creases.   

Perhaps it is merely imagining her pin-up worthy visual of embarrassment.
Her face flushing-red as she regrets not having worn 
her matching spandex blue panties.
Instead remembering the transparency of her white panties that 
she intentionally wore to make someone in particular happy;
now that transparency is an unintentional treat to a dozen or so strangers.
A dozen or so strangers whose day was suddenly made brighter 
by this unexpected display of a shapely and visually bare bottom.

OK, Who's with me?
No poll this time around so please post comments.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Her First Mothers Day


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Happy Mothers Day to all the moms out there. Enjoy your day! 
It really should be more like Mothers Week!

"I don't have anything to wear!" She complained as she turned around, flopped herself on the bed, crossed her arms and sulked.

"What's wrong with the dress you are wearing?" I asked completely irritated by her immature behavior as I looked at my young bride surrounded by a mess of clothes covering the bed.

"I have worn this dress once already." she pouted and ceased to get ready and instead decided to waste time by staring at her recently manicured nails.

"Once? Hmmm..and what about the dress I bought you for your birthday last week?" I said utterly amazed at her spoiled attitude. She said nothing and continued to sulk.
"Well find something quick or we are going to be late to your Grandmother's Mothers' Day Brunch." 

"It's MY Mothers' Day Brunch too you know?" she snapped back. "I am a Mom now too – or did you forget?!"

I shot her a disapproving look at her over-the-top comment and decided without further hesitation to take control of the situation.

"What I do know is... " I said as I tugged at her arm, swung her around in a singular  sweeping motion and pushed her down over my lap. " that you may be a mom now, but you still act like a spoiled brat!"

"Whatt.....wait....STOP!" she protested.

"You act like a child rather than a mom. A spoiled chid!" I scolded pushing up her cotton dress and revealing pre-pregnancy panties that hardly managed to cover her plump bottom.  I began to smack her plump cheeks with a solid determination as she kicked and swayed to break free.

"Sssstop!" she whined, but I continued on with my task.

I proceeded to pull back the tight black lace panties. Her bottom reddened quickly as I had not wasted time slowly warming her up to a hard spanking, but rather had begun and continued with the hard slaps.

"Honnnn...please. I'll get dressed. I will." she began to elevate her voice.

I had no intention of stopping when she suddenly stopped her protests and squirming. She stiffened and her ears perked up as if listening for distant call. Sure enough, she was saved by the sound of our baby crying from across the hall. She stopped and listened.

"You lucked out, otherwise I was ready to teach you a firm lesson" I reprimanded and released her. "I will go get the baby. You finish getting dressed."

- - - - - - - - -

"Are you ready now?" I asked as I walked back into the bedroom fifth-teen minutes later. I heard no response and simply saw my bride, still sitting and pouting on the bed. She was fully dressed, but now in a different outfit.

She looked away as I walked up to her. "Now what is the problem?" I asked exhausted with her tantrums.

"I don't like the way this dress looks. I look fat.....people are going to say I am fat....and my butt hurts!" she fully pouted as she adjusted the tight dress over her bottom curves. "Gawd...I just don't have anything to wear."

"That does it. It is time to properly finish your lesson young lady. A hard lesson!" I said and pulled her up by the arm once again. I spun her around and grabbed her ass in the skin-tight dress.

"Take this dress off!" I demanded. 

"Whaaa...wha...???" she couldn't complete a word of protest as she realizing that she was in fact about to pay a heavy price for her bratty attitude.

She took the dress off over her head defiantly and then thoughtfully crumpled it as close to a ball as possible and tossed it onto the mess of clothes on the bed in a knee-jerk statement of anger. Shaking my head in disbelief, I pushed her against the door and began to spank her bubble butt in a nonstop succession of hard slaps. 

"You are a spoiled little brat, do you realize that? If you don't like the dress, well don't wear it then, you ungratefull little brat. How much was that dress?"

"A.. ahh ah...oh.. oh" she tried to speak between the slaps raining down on her now sore bottom. "It was one hundred twenttyyy....oh."

"Perhaps you should pay that cost back with your ass?!" I suggested.

"Noooo.....Honnnn. I...I am..." she blurted out now panicking that the punishment, a seemingly new punishment, was in fact it just beginning.

I wedged up and tugged the small panties into her tight ass cheeks causing her to squirm and shake. She retreated into the doorway to avoid the ever increasing crescendo of spanks.

"Now tell me again what you were complaining about?" I questioned her. "Tell me. Repeat it."

"I..I.. just said I didn't have anything to wear...but I am sorry." she wimpered almost at tears.

"You don't know what it is to not have anything to wear....but let me show you. Take your panties and bra off."

She turned around shocked at my demand. Her eyes widened and her face flushed as she looked into my eyes and realized there was no way she was getting out of this.

"Now." I said lowering my voice for reverse dramatic effect.

She removed her nursing bra and tossed it to the floor. I cleared my throat as an indication to continue. She slowly and painfully began to put her fingers into her panties in order to fish them out of the tight wedge of her ass cheeks. She closed her eyes as if pulling a scab as the lace material was freed. She then rolled the small-fitting panties down her thick thighs and to her knees where they dropped to her high heeled covered toes.

I picked up her panties off the floor as I decided to conclude her punishment.

"Go stand in the corner!" I ordered.

She wanted to object but caught herself, biting her lips in the process in order to keep an audible protest from coming out. She scooted to the corner, arms folded covering her cold exposed nipples on her heavy breasts. 

A mere moment later she turned over her shoulder and asked mildly, "Hon, how long will I have to stay here?" 

"You'll stay there as long as I tell you too." I replied admiring her post-baby accentuated shapely figure and in particular her plump reddened bare bottom.

"Hooonnnnn......I really have to go feed the baby, plus shouldn't we get going to meet up with everyone at the brunch?" she whined softly cupping her full and sensitive breasts. 

I pondered the possibilities. "I have a better idea. Since this is your first Mothers Day, we should make it really special for You. We should make it about You. Everyone should come Here and see You." I explained.

"OK.. Sure...I'll need to get dressed now." she replied as a premature relief came over her.

"But you have nothing to wear!" I smirked 
"You stay put and keep facing that corner! I have phone calls to make."

I began dialing my cell phone "Hello Grandma..." I spoke into the phone.

"No, no trouble at all. It will be good for her to show her gratitude by waiting on others for a day. Oh - especially today. Plus, I am sure she has some newly learned lessons on motherhood she would love to share with everyone." I spoke loudly and intentionally repeated the conversation so my bride could follow along.

"What is that? Yes. Yes, I will be sure to remind her that she should dress appropriately for a new mother. No not sure what she plans to wear, but I will help her pick something. She is wearing some nice heels though."

I hung up the phone and took a break prior to continuing on with the rest of the calls as I took a deep sniff of my bride's panties that I still held in my other hand.

Reflecting on her spoiled attitude, I stared at her in the corner. "Well, on a positive note, at least you didn't complain about your panties nor your shoes. I am sure those shoes cost twice as much as an entire normal outfit....In fact, those shoes are practically an outfit in themselves."

Her eyes widened in shock as she had heard the conversation and then she closed them in disbelief as her lips trembled as I spoke to her; her heavy breasts ached and her bottom throbbed. This was definitely a Mothers Day she would not forget.

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Morning Coffee Lesson

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"I just's not a big deal." She sat there offering nothing more than the simple response.

He said nothing simply staring at his empty cup and then at her in seemingly disbelief from across the small kitchen table. The moments of silence that passed before he finally reacted seemed like an eternity to her slow moving morning brain-haze, until she suddenly realized that his silence was disapproval to her response. 

He continued his silence until he broke his gaze and began unbuttoning the cuffs of his crisp white dress shirt. He rolled up his sleeves only half way up his arms in the manner a man forced to deal with a large job; a problem suddenly and unexpectetantly presented to him, prepares himself.

She subconsciously nervously reacted to seeing his familiar preparations, although uncertain as to the reason. Her manicured nails met each other as her hands choked her warm coffee mug. She wanted him to say something. She wanted to say something, but nothing came out of her mouth. She attempted to speak, but was interrupted by the solitary sound of his chair being pushed back. He put his empty cup down and slowly moved to get up.   

""I just forgot to buy more coffee when I went grocery shopping." she explained sinking into her chair. "I'll just go buy some coffee this afternoon and you'll have some for tomorrow morning, hon." she offered a hopeful appeasing answer. And then as if forgetting a line in a play, just smiled at him.

"What good is that going to do now?" he replied now standing and staring into her big blue eyes. 

With a sudden singular gesture, he grabbed her arm and pulled her up off her kitchen chair. Her hands reached to grasp hold of the table top as he pushed her down and bent her over the table. 

"Uggg! What?!! What are you doing?" she protested.

"Isn't it obvious?" he replied in a non-rhetorical tone as he gathered up the slippery silky sheer material of her short night gown. "I am going to teach you a lesson in accountability and manners."

"But I .....I...I just forgot." she responded as her morning hazed mind grasped for a valid explanation to his seemingly over-reaction. 

"Understand this young lady," he spoke without raising his voice, "I am not upset you forgot to buy more coffee..."

He paused to finish gathering her nightgown and yanked the flimsy material completely up and over her plump tight bottom. She gasped and inhaled realizing her full exposure.

"I am upset for your lack of consideration. You are sitting here all comfy enjoying your morning coffee while it is obvious there is nothing left in the pot. While I am busy getting ready to go to work, you drank the last cup without taking me into consideration.

A bit ungrateful on your part, wouldn't you say? Yet another example of your unappreciative ways.

Do I need to remind you that while you stay at home every day, I work myself crazy so that you can have that luxury? That luxury amongst so many other things that you should be appreciative of?"

His open-palmed hand smacked her pantie clad ass with a sudden sting.
"Ohhh!" she screamed hopping up on her tip toes in reaction.

"I work hard to buy you nice these...." he pulled the elastic waistband of her panties back and flipped the tag to reveal the designer brand " these DKNY panties."

He then took his finger and hooked it into the waistband of her yellow panties, coiled his finger around and pulled the feather light sheer material down with the minimalist of efforts (to both their surprise). She took a deep breath and waited for the inevitable knowing full well he was justified in his assessment of the situation. 

The full punishment was delayed momentarily as he sat back down on his chair as his eyes leveled with the easy target of her fully exposed plump bottom. His eyes surveyed her nervously quivering cheeks as he pondered what series of punishment would best serve their purpose.

For a few seconds she thought she might be saved due to possible second thoughts on his behalf. She relaxed her posture only to be caught by surprise as he began with a dozen solid spanks on her bare bottom. She swung her hips to avoid the spanks causing her bare toes to struggle to find a grip on the polished floor and she subsequently slipped further foward onto the table.

"Stay still. Since I can't have a warm cup of coffee, perhaps you'll oblige me with offering me your ass to warm?"

She gasped knowing his sarcasm was about to release a volley of further pain and it did. He spanked her round cheeks for another continuous interval as she pouted and squirming at the now constant discomfort.

"Honnnn....I...I ...I'm sorry!!" she finally blurted out as she seemed she could take no more, her bottom cheeks fully throbbing with radiant heat.

He stopped and continued holding her down in place as he reviewed the glowing redness and then spoke softly; "I think it is best we take measures to make sure your ungratefulness, your lack of consideration, is resolved. Go grab your purse and come back down here."

She looked over her shoulder at him, confused at his intentions. He responded to her confused look by slapping her swollen ass one more time. He then grabbed a handful of her now throbbing right cheek and straightened her up by it, "Go get it now!"

Moments later, she was back in the kitchen standing in the doorway. She was still dressed in her sheer white nightgown with her naked silhouetted figure fully visible beneath the sheer material, except for the area minimally covered by her yellow panties thanks to the bright morning sunlight flooding the kitchen. In her hand she clutched her large oversize purse along with an armful of clothes and a pair of flip-flops dangling from her fingers.

He looked at her annoyed, "Did I say anything about a change of clothes?"

"No, but of course I need something to..."

He interrupted her reply by pulling her over the table again. She let out a small yelp of a scream as she tried to stop her fall, releasing the clothes in order to catch herself upon the table once more. He pushed his knee between her legs and spread them gently. Pulling her nightgown up again, he admired the view and could not decide weather or not to pull her panties down once more - her bottom filled the sheer panties nicely.

He looked at his watch, then at her ass; gave her a firm slap with his large open hand that landed fully across both her petite cheeks.

"Ohhh!" she winced at the added pain to her still aching bottom.

"Now go down to the corner store and get me some coffee" he ordered as he stepped away and let her push her nightgown down. 

She went to reach for her clothes and he immediately pulled her away. 

"No - as you are." He pointed and ordered her out the door.

"What?!" She protested in shock "I can't go out dressed like! I need to put something on. I can't been seen like this....someone might recognize me, Hon." she replied lowering her tone in mid sentence.

"You can and you will" he smiled. "If you don't appreciate 
the nice designer things I have bought for you, perhaps others will those panties for example. Unless you want to discuss the matter further in a different manner?"

She relented, grabbed her purse from the floor and quickly as possible, fumbled and wedged her feet into her flip-flops and scooted to the front door. She turned with final pleading eyes, but his lack of response affirmed that his decision was final.

She hesitantly moved down the stairs of the apartment and out to the city street. At the building's main entrance, she pulled her sunglasses out of her purse and put them on in haste as to avoid the morning crowd's eyes. Perhaps no one will recognize me she thought to herself as she quickened her pace towards the trendy corner market which by now would  already be overflowing with commuters ordering their morning coffee jolts. 

He glanced out the window and saw her nervously make her way down the street towards the crowds and the corner store. He was uncertain of the chances of her being recognized, but he was without out a doubt certain that anyone she crossed paths with would remember her. They would remember the beautiful girl with the sheer white dress drenched in sunlight. A beautiful girl showing her bright yellow panties to all. Her yellow panties made entirely visble thanks to the bright morning sun and her cute cheeks perfectly defined and visible due to the sheerness of both garments. It was an incredible view to brighten up anyone's morning....well, except maybe hers.