Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Summer Mornings

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Summer fleeting, I greeted dawn much like any other day; with blurry vision and a strong desire for even stronger coffee. I stepped out of the warmth of the bed onto the unwelcoming cold planks and sleepwalked quietly around loose floorboards towards the window in order to not wake my bride. The brisk morning air greeted me as I shooed the pussycat away from the windowsill. As I reached my hands up to push the window down, my eyes grew wide as they slowly focused on the glorious vision across the way. There in the weak new day's light, framed by an exterior window and surrounded by radiant man-made light was another kitty.

Mere feet away, but an entire world away, stood the illuminated figure of my young neighbor gleaming wet from her morning shower. My eyes were now in sudden focus as she dried off in haste and marched back and forth across the open window attending to her morning routine. The only hint of clothing was the towel wrapped around her hair. Finishing her makeup in this state of undress (an obvious system to avoid possible makeup stains on her work clothes), she tossed the towel to the ground. She bent forward to shake and blow dry her hair as her breasts swayed as softly as the solitary leaves on the peach tree just outside our windows. Task completed she stood tall, her newly accented face defined, reviewed herself in the mirror and in-turn framed by the open window. I held the window frame to steady myself as I looked on at full attention. Satisfied with herself she turned around, bent over to grab her discarded night gown and paused in that lovely pose as if forgetting something; then straightened up and walked out the bathroom door. Even as the morning moon was gone from sight, I was sure to not forget a single detail.  

I turned my full attention to the inside of my still dark bedroom and looked across to the gorgeous figure swathed in white sheets. My bride, still recuperating from a late girls night out hardly moved despite my intense gaze. I swiftly made my way onto the bed and removed the sheet with a snap to reveal all her beauty. Laying on her stomach she buried her face further into the pillows and tucked her feet under herself as her bare body reacted with goosebumps to the sudden cold air. My one hand reached for her breast while the other grabbed her waist. 

"Time for your wake up call, sweet" I whispered.

She nodded half asleep and then shook her head of tangled hair.

"Too early" she mumbled.

"I am already up" I replied stating the obvious and aligned myself behind her.

"Mmmm..too early" she repeated with unopened eyes hiding her face in her hair.

I took a deep breath and found her soft spot, then I pushed my weight forward
and began a slow, but powerful constant pounding timed to an inaudible alarm clock. Her hands dug into the sheets and searched fruitlessly for the snooze button. I focused all my attention on this kitty, who seemed not to wake despite every solid pounding thrust. Moments later she began pouting loudly and rather than near satisfaction my hunger simply grew with her sounds. I paused only to pull her up on all fours as she gasped knowing I was far from being done. 

Without further hesitation, I thrust myself back deep into her moist tightness holding onto her soft waist. The pleasure growing more intense as she began to arch and sway. Despite fully enjoying this delicious morning treat, I contemplated adding more to the plate. I pulled out and rested my full attention snug between her ample and now sweaty, quivering cheeks. I moved up and down gently, not penetrating, but merely teasing as I listened to her heavy breathing.

A loud out of beat click-clacking from outside caught my attention. I turned out towards the street side window and past the sheer curtains to see my neighbor shuffling past wearing one high heel; the other heel lost in her hand amongst purse, lunch and keys. My eyes focused in on her pert bottom now tightly encased, but just barely covered by a pinstriped dress skirt, whose hem she was franticly tugging at as she anxiously hurried towards the bus stop. I turned back to my bride who was now also focused on the latest vision walking down the street. I glanced to the floor and saw the cream high heels my bride had worn out last night. They lay still tossed about where she had walked out of them and into bed. 

Perhaps an added lesson about countless irresponsibilities during an extra late night out would definitely go the extra mile as part of this morning wake up call. My heart pumped at full pressure as I grabbed her hair and pulled her back, staring into her big blue eyes having just decided to adding a few extra touches to this kitten's morning greeting.

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Thursday, August 15, 2013

Arranging Letters to Form Words

I am back. Did anyone miss me?

I went away intentionally for a few short days.
I never planned to be gone long. 
Things happen and time moves freely and before I knew it, 
almost a month had past.

So where was I or what was going on? 
I have been having a few bad weeks. Things in my life have continued to lean south. I chose to not write about those things. We have all been there, stress-filled days with no end in sight.  No need to share. My job here on this blog, as I see it, is to entertain much the same way one goes out to a theatre to see an action movie; all as an escape. 

As I have always intended from the start of this blog, the focus here is, and should continue to be, entertainment and an escape for YOU dear students and visitors. No one wants to go to a blog and hear others problems or complaints. I may be wrong, but I venture to guess that is not the reason you visit this or certain other sites. Other bloggers can freely switch between sharing their sad moods and then switch smoothly into entertaining stories, I am certain I could not.

When things settled in my life some, I returned to the keyboard to share a story or two, but  something strange would happen. I was unable to write. More than likely the reason for this was that I had yet to find my release which in turn blocked my literary inspirations.  

Of course I could have written second-rate posts and entries, but somehow I consider that unfair to you and your time. I want YOU to come by here often, kick your shoes off, put your feet up, snuggle up with your mobile device and fall into a nice reading trance and be transported to a wonderful place.

This wonderful place that looks, sounds, feels and smells like our own everyday world, but with some distinct differences. A place where adult girls who shun their responsibilities, are made to pay for their offenses, where their bratty attitudes are checked often and their bottoms are the primary focus of their penance.  

Not only is this a place of spanking young ladies in need of such discipline, but a place to just admire and be in awe of the female creature in all her inner, outer and spiritual beauty; all in an everyday context.

This is also a place to see and hear of girls flushed to all cheeks with embarrassment. Where short skirts and sheer dresses turn on their owners much to their dismay; but to the welcomed entertainment and joy of those fortunate to witness such beauty.

But, please don't ever confuse this place as somewhere where women are meant to be disrespected or degraded. These stories are a blend of fantasy and reality. Nonconsensual discipline is for the young ladies who deep down secretly crave it; not something done out of duty or out of a lopsided abusive relationship. Discipline here is seldom random and never unwarranted. Well administered spankings are fully justified. The young ladies may not be willing participants, but that is the fantasy aspect right? I don't think every story needs to have a "disclaimer" paragraph at the end that explains that those involved were secretly planning and consenting all along as so many authors choose to include. For me that merely spoils the entire story. 

With all that said, I hope to now return to my stories and posts. I hope to entertain you always, make you smile every time, laugh out load on occasion and more often than not, make the young ladies who visit here blush in secret agreement.

The picture below sums up where I am. 

Down to the simplest common factors, I am merely an admirer of the female being, content with the simple joy of seeing that which is meant to be private...an innocent peek of sheer pink panties, below a short dress worn by a classy young lady... and all the stories that lay beneath. It is all there including the letters that try to form my words. I see them clearly.

I just have trouble at times adding structure to my thoughts.
I just have trouble at times arranging letters to form words.

Does anyone understand what I am trying to say?
(and did anyone miss me?)