Friday, August 21, 2015

When Good Plans Go Awry

It has been rough around here to say the least. As part of the original mission of this blog; during tough times, sometimes the best medicine is distraction. Here is a distraction that I hope you enjoy. And remember the only way I know if you enjoy my stories is if you let me know. 


"Ohma gawd!  Ohma gawd! Whah..What did ya' do!" she huffed as she eventually swung herself around and managed to get herself completely upright in an attempt to pull her self together.

Even with her face still partially covered by her ruffled highlighted locks, her complexion was undeniably vividly flushed in embarrassment. Still not making use of her hands, she blew her hair out of her face with a forceful huff and shoved him away. She stretched to look at her own bottom over her shoulder, and thankfully due to its ample size, was able to see part of it and confirm what she feared.

She turned and stared at him wide-eyed without uttering a word; not knowing what would be remotely appropriate. She proceeded to push out her bottom and bowed-out her knees to complete a full awkward ballerina pliĆ© like stance. She took a few short steps forward while attempting to maintain her balance as her towering heels dug precariously into the carpet. Although partially confused by the strange stance, he understood the intent yet had no patience for it at the moment; however amusing she might have looked. 

He grabbed her arm and preceded to rush her towards the door,
"Enough of that. We are late."

"Noo…But wait – I gotta' take these off. 
I gotta change!
I can't sit down in these?!" she protested breaking free from his grip.

"You can and you will!"

"Noooo. Honnn...ppplease" she began pleading. 

He stopped, stared into her big eyes and calmly whispered into her ear;
"Who's spoilt ass just got taught a much needed lesson?"

She said nothing and simply looked down and fidgeted her feet.

"I asked you a question! I expect an answer, young lady! And an apology."

He pulled her face up by her chin and met her teary, yet still glistening, eyes.

"Who's spoilt ass just got taught a lesson?" he asked again as his fingers reached for the front of her exposed sheer panties. Easily finding her lower lips he began rubbing gently, distracting her while still awaiting an answer.

"Who's entitled ass just got humbled?" 

'Mine' she mouthed softly with full pouty lips.

"And who's arrogant tight asshole is going to be taught a very stiff lesson tonight if she doesn't learn to behave herself? If she doesn't remember who owns her ass?"  

She immediately stepped back afraid she would explode at his constant touch, knowing full well he had no plans to offer her release anytime soon. The rubbing, the threat, the feel of his warm fluids still dripping down her bottom – It was almost too much for her. She was too wound up to let him tease.

Instead taking another step back she looked down at her heels, pointed them into each other and rocked for a few seconds thinking over her scolding and warning. She stretched her arms wide; took a deep yoga breath and steadied herself and suddenly flapped as if a she were a swan about to take flight. What the hell was she doing, he thought to himself. 

It slowly became obvious that it was a final, however feeble, attempt to speed up the drying process of her nails. She glanced at her still wet nails from a distance and huffed in frustration. 

Resolved she closed her eyes. Reaching back with one hand, she proceeded to pull down at the hem of her skin tight dress in order to cover her exposed stained panties. She worked her way around to the front of the dress, before reaching for and grabbing his hand tightly and following him out the door without another word. 


On Saturday, he was forced to remind Melissa that there is more than one way to deal with an entitled attitude when good plans go awry.

He had not plans to do so, mind you. What he did have (what "they" had) were plans. Plans to to enjoy themselves during a weekend getaway to attend a wedding. A wedding he was actually very much looking forward to for various reasons. Reasons ranging from the obvious, time away from the routine, all the way to other not so obvious reasons including the simple pleasure of seeing his girl extra dressed up. 

Truth be told, they both were looking forward to it, yet Melissa had maintained her usual complaining and nagging attitude that always preceded such events. Her "ritual marathon bitchfest", as their mutual friends had so appropriately dubbed it, had seemingly begun the moment they received the invite months ago and crescendoed through to this weekend. 

Melissa's usual complaints of having to wake up early on a weekend, drive for hours, endure through a long and boring religious ceremony all while sitting outside in the blazing summer heat. All this before they could even begin to nibble on any hors d'oeuvres and eventual uninspired catered food she would add. These were the simple complaints, but her list ran long and varied from unexpected expenses, including a new dress and shoes (to this particular complaint he would always interject; that for the record, he was covering all her expenses as he always did) to her judgmental opinions of the guests, family and of course the bride-to-be. No this was not her idea of fun she would vent constantly. 

"For all the free-flowing alcohol that will be available and the way you drink that champagne, it really is a very small price to pay" he would teasingly remind her. The humor was never truly appreciated.


He checked his watch in frustration realizing they were well past the time they should have had to have left without needing to run. 

"Are you ready?" she yelled out to him from inside the vacation home's bathroom.  
"Do you 'ave the directions?  Do you 'ave the gift? I don't want ta be late, ya know."

"Am I ready?!" He replied not believing what he had just heard.

"I have been ready. Done and done" he responded calmly as he couldn't quite believe she was attempting to derail the cause of the current situation.

She came out the bathroom, her makeup and hairdo looking radiant as if she herself were the focus of the wedding. Dressed in a form fitting, curve defining little black wrap dress that had been a gift by him and a compromise by her. He loved her to show off her curves more than she cared for, but at the same time she wanted his eyes on her and not the bride, or heaven forbid the bridesmaids.  

Carrying her heels in one hand and a cosmetic bag in the other, she casually found her way to the bed and plopped herself down nonchalantly.

"Just waiting on you." He corrected her.

"Well, I would have been ready, but I was waiting for you to get out o' the shower."
she responded pulling out a bottle of nail-polish and proceeded to paint her finger nails. 

"Really? Really!" This was not going in a good direction and he immediately set out to put things in the correct perspective.

"First of all young lady, I was up early cooking you a nice breakfast which I delivered to you in bed. And all you could do was complain about the lack of enough bacon. Second, you could have at least gotten your sleepily lil' self up and in the shower while I was preparing you that meal."

Pulling on his shirt cuffs out from under his suit jacket he moved in close and stood in front of her, positioning himself so her eyes aligned with his belt buckle. She avoided eye contact and remained perched on the edge of the bed as he began tapping his foot ever so slowly. Realizing the fact that she was dangerously close to pushing him over the edge; she bite her tongue figuratively and bit her lip literally while she diverted her eyes from his bulge and her instant craving.

His anger was diffused momentarily. Diffused by the cute and amusing scene she had begun of flapping her outstretched hands to dry her nails, while turning her head one way and then the other to blew on them. All the simultaneous movements causing her to shake softly on the bed; ringlets of hair and full breasts bouncing in a beautiful rhythm. He was further diffused of that emotion, while another entirely different emotion crept up; as his eyes focused in on the result of her plunging neckline; her tempting deep cleavage and the softness of her over exposed bouncing breasts.

"I'll meet you outside" he decided best to avoid dealing with her for the moment, should he be sidetracked, as they were already pressed for time.


When he walked back in fifteen minutes later she was still sitting on the bed trying to figure out how to put on her heels. She stretched for her shoes with her long bare legs and managed to get one on without use of her hands. She then struggled to find a method to tie its strap without getting her nails nicked and or get any polish on her heels.

"Here; I'll do it for you" he once again came to her rescue. 

Kneeling in front of her he tied the leather strap of her first heel. He then moved her knee gently to the left, intentionally spreading her legs wide as he reached for her other shoe. He placed her other foot in the wedged heel while enjoying the view between her inner thighs. The thick shadow of freshly trimmed public stubble held just behind her sheer panties called for his attention. 

His heart raced as he enjoyed this upskirt vantage point despite seeing her in much less earlier that morning. He was ready to forgive her for all her current infractions. He tied the strap on her heel and allowed his hand to run up the back of her soft calf while savoring the view of delicate transparent nylon holding tight the treasure of what awaited him later that night.

"Lets go!" she demanded as she broke his trance, "We are going to be late. Seriously, if you wouldn't have taken so long making breakfast we would have been fine with time."

"Ww..what?" He stood up in disbelief, "Excuse me, what are you rambling about?"

"I'm ready"she replied standing up and smoothing down her dress casually when she decided to drop the final straw, "If you wouldn't have cooked the bacon so long it, we wouldn't be running late. Honestly it was actually burnt." 

"Actually you are ready. 

You are ready to learn a lesson, young lady! 

Come here!" 

He pulled her away from the door, but instead towards the bed.


Wait! Hon...

Care-fulll, maw nails…"

He pointed her towards the bed, "Bend over now!"

"But..? Butt, why?"

"Now!"  He replied with a commanding echoing slap to the bottom of her form fitting little black dress. 


She paused knowing she was in trouble feeling the sting radiate through her bottom and grasped for random salvation.

"Come on Hon…please let's go. The sooner we leave, the sooner we can get back…. and I know you saw I wore the panties you picked out for me." 

She offered a coy smile while fidgeting with her wrap dress; wanting to rub on her bottom yet not wanting to give him any indication of how much one slap had hurt.  

"You are half right. But I have to deal with that bitchy attitude of yours first." 

"No Hon..." she stared at him in heightened despair.

He delivered another solid slap to her bottom causing her to hop forward before he pushed her over the bed with a solid shove. She landed purposely on her palms with fingers stretched upright, still worried more about her nails then the impending punishment.

"Oh please Hon…Noooo! We are going to be late!"

"Enough! Not another word! This is long overdue. Long overdue."
He responded with two quick back handed slaps to her now exposed thighs as she steadied herself, bent over the bed.

"Ow! Ow!"

Flipping up her dress fully he revealed her ample cheeks encased in tight sheer rayon. Her arched back and her pushed out bottom made for an eyeful of ripened beauty.

"You need to be taught a serious lesson young lady"

"Hon no!" she looked over her shoulder shocked. If she was worried about the impending punishment or her more shallow worries of mussing her hair or ruining her nails in the process; he still wasn't sure.

"I told you not a word!"

He took a full swing and delivered a quick thunderstorm of spanks to her panty clad ass. Her bottom bounced and jiggled while her protests became muffled as she sunk into the plush bed coverings.

Slap. Slap. 


Her bottom blushed quickly; obviously still tender from the warm shower.


He stopped and looking at his watch and then at the beauty before him debated with himself. He needed to teach her a lesson, yet he also didn't want to be late.

"God. I ought to take you right now, you look so damn good!"

He unzipped his pants and wrestling with his manhood he finally managed to released it. Taking a step forward, straddling her long thick legs, he yanked her soft delicate panties to the side. He leaned over her and rested his solid erection between her ample cheeks. She shivered as she felt him throbbing against her now bare cheeks as he slowly ran himself along the length of her crevice teasingly.

Grabbing onto her waist, he pressed against her further just before pulling her panties back in place, but covering his own thickness. His engorged tip, wedged between her cheeks, spilled out of the top of her panties. He pulled back and kept his manhood under the cover of her delicate sheer panties. 

Excited by the soft touch of the feminine fabric, he readjusted himself and plunged into her plump cheeks until his tip rested against her tight rosebud. She bite the comforter in preparation for what she thought was coming.  Pushing in just enough so she could feel him at her backdoor, he was ready to pound her despite enjoying the softness of her ample cheeks currently squeezing against his manhood. He pushed further against her, stretching her doorway without entering it entirely; her tightness begging to be penetrated. He pushed in just enough to let her know he was there; just enough to let her know exactly how much bigger his thickness was in contrast to her tight petite opening. 


Instead she suddenly felt him pull her panties taught and back; as he began rubbing and gyrating against the top of her ample plump and warmed cheeks. She could feel the size and engorgement of his erection as he let it roam wildly, sandwiched between her bare skin and  her delicate panties. Her ass rubbing against his starched pants was adding to her unwilling excitement as multiple worries filled her mind.

'Oh, he's going to ruin them. All that money on such cute panties gone to waste if he ends up tearing them. My hair is going to get tangled. My nails are going to smudge. Gawd, he's so excited; he feels huge...' Her mind wandered as he continued to rub and hump her bottom; when suddenly…

He exploded all over her ass. Cum drenched her panties, running over her cheeks in different random directions. She felt his warm fluid spatter across her pale skin and drip quickly down into her cervices.

"Oh my Gawd! Oh my Gawd!" she huffed over her shoulder trying to get a look at what was happening.

He breathed heavily, pulled back only half way as his erection remained still entirely under the silky smooth, tight sheer cloth. He remained there as he let himself pump out slowly. He finally let out a sigh of ecstatic relief as he shot the last of his load seemingly purposely aimed between her pale cheeks.  

"Ohhh...! Ohh... Whah..I'm gonna be a mess."

Her dress clung to her back above her waist as if from static electricity, leaving her with her soiled panties on full display. He pulled away entirely as he enjoyed the view of the sticky mess across the stretched sheerness draping her spoilt plump ass. 

Breathing heavily, she remained bent over the bed quietly mumbling and uncertain of what to do. She attempted to push herself off the bed without using her hands and instead used her elbows and knees for leverage causing her upright bottom to shake. 

The sight of her twerking bottom with quickly forming stains of his fluid still covering it was keeping him stiff. Keeping him solid and excited; when to both their surprise – he released a final gush. She let out a blubbering whine of mixed emotion as she felt the warm load over her bottom once again, but this time on top of her panties. 

Taking a step forward, he grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled up, wedging them deep. He then proceeded to wipe himself off, right and then left, onto her exposed quivering cheeks. She felt his erection slap her exposed ass as he unapologetically used her spanked and naked cheeks to clean himself off. He stopped and smiled as he enjoyed the view of his perfectly marked territory. 

She let out a long pout as she glanced over her shoulder; looking at him like a scolded puppy. Feeling helpless, she merely squeezed her toes tight in her shoes, manicured fingernails remained stretched in shock; all while she pouted loudly, bouncing her humbled ass in place. 


  1. Nice one Enzo. Enjoyed it. Glad I didn't miss it. Thanks.


  2. Thanks Ronnie - Glad to hear you enjoyed it!
    And thanks for taking the time to comment.



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