Sunday, March 27, 2016

7:55 Friday Pre-Holiday

Anyone interested in a story?
I had plans for a more direct Easter related story, but this is pre-Easter so it should count. If not, well if not feel free to send complaints my way.

is a work scene story with some different layered elements that I hope you find enjoyable. Feedback is always appreciated. Oh and I often wonder do you prefer third person or first person point of view stories?

Hope you are enjoying the Easter Weekend. 


“I am beyond late so you deal with it, young lady.” He responded slapping shut his laptop.

Caught up in In her own frustration, she slammed down her coffee cup and leaned over his desk towards him, in frustration, “I don’t understand why you can’t…”

“Fiona, you are my senior designer and when I’m not around you are in charge; so deal with it,” He cut off her repetitive questioning and stood up to leave and tried his best to ignore the deep cleavage she unintentionally was flashing.

“Ppplease!  Can’t you just deal with them, real quick; before you leave” she asked stepping out of the way as he made his way around the desk.

“Fiona, there are expectations that comes with all ranks,” He began to remind her as he packed his laptop into his bag and closed the office door to in order retrieve his suit jacket.

“There are expectations of me, of my entire team, and that is why I did not leave hours ago as I had planned. Why I did not leave to start my extended holiday weekend as I had been looking forward to. Instead I had to stay here to deal with this…this unnecessary incompetence,” He explained putting on his coat and stepping forward towards his younger lead.

“Butt…butt...” she reached and failed to find words, as he stepped forward, cornering her against the credenza.

“The only butt you should be worried about is your own, Young Lady,” 
He snapped as her eyes widened at the unexpected comment

“I'...itt...was all a simple mistake…”
She searched for a reply still stuck on his uncharacteristically, slightly unprofessional comment.

“Hardly simple. Again let me remind you that there are expectations of me, and I of my team and in turn I of you as my lead. When I gave you this promotion with reservations, you promised me that you would handle things, That you would earn the respect of the team, and of those two, your two incompetent, immature hires.”

Nervously she fumbled at a loss for an adequate defense, “Buutt; I am sure they are sorry.”

“Are they? Are they? I doubt it. They have no clue. I could have sworn I just heard them giggling just now. Distracted by their
tweeting and posting again, no doubt...
They probably aren't even aware of the severity of their mistakes. It is a good thing we were able to correct them all before we went to press.
Unfortunately, if I hadn’t stayed, I doubt the corrections would have been done on time. Let me ask you something Ms. MacSweeny…”
Frustrated, he
began to lecture as she nervously stepped backwards and grabbed the sides of the walnut furniture, closing her eyes and looking away in reaction. He leaned in against her and spoke to her now mere inches away from her flushed cheeks and pouty lips as he positioned his leg between hers; his one knee leaned in, held back by only by the tightly stretched fabric of her skirt.

“Do you think I want to be here at 7:55 on Friday, before a holiday? Do you think I want to be leaving for the airport just now, in hopes of catching a red-eye flight south? Do you think I am happy that I missed my flight? Do you think I’m looking forward to dealing with my fiancé when I see her first thing tomorrow morning? Do you think I'm looking forward to dealing with having to correct her mood that early? She already needed a firm spanking working up to this whole trip, even before she went off about me working late…”

“Aa...wwha… a ssppa...spanking?
You mean that figuratively right?" She fixated on a single word rather than his entire rehetorical speech?

"No. Of course - not figuratively," He shot back at her and then punctuated his meaning looking at her as if it should be obvious.
Wha..whoa..I had no idea.She mouthed slowly, not believing what she had just heard,

“Of course. You think she gets a pass because of her pedigree? Please! That entitled ass; ha! She needs it more so than others do…”
He caught himself then and released an impulse laugh. Smirking he turned away realizing that his fiancé would not be very happy to know that he had just accidentally released her little secret.

A quick picture flashed in Fiona's mind of him spanking the snobby Rebecca over his knee; with her vonFurstenburg dress hiked up and her pretty panties yanked down and dangling at her knees as he spanked her naked bottom. Seeing her kick and scream as he brought his big hand down on her pale ass... His hands must really hurt her, Fiona thought through the details; she had always noticed how big and masculine her boss's hands were, truly an unfair advantage over his fiancé's perfect little yoga toned butt...Yet, no doubt for if anyone deserved it, it was that arrogant bitch....Wow, she thought to herself; she couldn't believe it, but she wouldn't mind seeing it that was for sure.
She was suddenly brought back to the present moment as she heard him raise his voice again.

“Fiona! Focus. Seriously, I sometimes think drinking all those lattes, all day long, is having some negative effect on you. I advise you to wipe that sweat off your forehead and march those two irresponsible dimwits into your office and deal with them now.

He stepped away towards the office door and looked back at Fiona who was now breathing heavily as her chest rose and fell visibly. Such a cute girl, he thought to himself, but at times such an anxious creature.

“Bbbuut? But what do I doooo?” she stuttered, “You usually deal with all the disciplinary issues.”

“Yes, but that is the reason you were promoted. There is trade off to that raise that affords you those nice designer clothes, including those sparkly shoes...”
She gulped staring at her feet like a chastised student, while he went on.
"...and no doubt the luxury of buying matching pantie sets now."

"Sir! Please..." she gulped as her face flushed in embarrassment. 

He shook his head at her, “What? Oh please, just stating facts. But speaking of panties, young lady, pull whatever you obviously have wedged up there, designer thong or your old cotton frumpies, out of your ass. Whatever they are are causing you to not think straight and handle the situation. 

Handle the situation as I would; or be prepared for me to deal with you on Monday.”
He raised his finger and aimed at her now trembling lip.

“If I come back from Holiday and this hasn’t been dealt with to my satisfaction, I won’t be very happy and neither will you.

Therefore deal with it - Please. 

Or I will deal with your ass; and not so politely either."

She stared at him in mixed disbelief of his candidness. He was never one to mince words, but did he seriously just threaten her with a spanking and possibly more? Her mind raced and her knees almost buckled.

"Do you want to take the spanking for the team? For those two?!" He went on gesturing with his thumb out the door, thinking to himself that "those two" definitely needed a spanking and a lot more.

"And allow me to be perfectly clear; ask yourself this young lady, your cute ass may be big, big enough to cover your own mistakes; but is it really big enough to cover the full consequences for all three of you? 

Is it?!”

He slammed the door and heard a small yelp from inside his office. His
hand still held the doorknob, for a second he considered going back in. He was late, tired and hungry and there was no need to explain to her anything further. He decided against going back in and headed off. Lucky for her, he did just that.

Lucky for her he did not see the trickle of warm wetness shoot down her leg. That he did not open the door to see her close her eyes tightly in dismay, holding back tears, grateful for small mercies; for choosing to wear tights that morning.
She pursed her lips and blew out slowly, bouncing in place as the nylon held the sputtering streams momentarily. The trails spread wildly down and around her leg and puddled into her shoe as it became clear that she needed to now deal with another issue caused by her uncontrolled nervous reaction.


“Goodnight Sir!
He was greeted by two high pitched voices both speaking and lowering their cellphones in unison. Their tone was almost taunting as he passed the drafting table the two freshmen hires were huddling behind.

Have a good holiday Sir. Give our best to Rebecca for us. Give her a slap for us." Sabrina rambled out as the pair smiled awkwardly as if holding back giggles.

He looked at them suspiciously, and asked "A slap? What exactly do you mean by that?"

"Oh, you know Sir, just slang. A a high-five..."

"No, more like a low-five!" Tabitha chimed in and then quickly diverted her eyes away towards her partner expecting to be greeted by an approving smile, but was not.
He leaned over opposite the work desk, nonchalantly grabbing a drafting pencil from the caddy, as the two met his lean from their side in seemingly hopes of being let in on a secret.

“Tabitha, Sabrina" he looked at one, then the other; making sure to make clear eye contact, "I hope you two manage to find some comforting rest at some point this weekend after you leave here tonight.”

“Oh we will! We were about to leave as well. Got big plans you know,” Tabitha chirped as she tossed her hair and in turn caused her chest to bounce. Gawd those tits were begging to break free from behind her tight white blouse he thought to himself.

“Don’t get too excited as I don’t think you will be leaving anytime soon, ladies,” He explained stroking the pencil between his fingers, “Ms. MacSweeny is planning to have a few words with you before you are free to go. I do hope you get something out of it.”

“What about?” Sabrina replied for the two, who were looking at each other in genuine surprise as if it had just been another day, and not the stressed filled extended hours of a work crisis that was nearing its climax.

"Ms. MacSweeny will deal with... with those two...." He said distracted by the full scene or radiant smiles, oblivious youth and glorious exposed flesh.

“Oh and one last thing, Tabitha,” He addressed the perkier of the two, “Button that damm blouse, before someone finds a more appropriate use for that gap.”

With that he sunk the wooden pencil into her deep and flaunting cleavage to where it immediately disappeared to eraser tip.

Their mouths opened wide in unison as they stared in disbelief. He refrained from saying anything more and walked away from this layered scene still building, to another that awaited him.


Hours later, as he tried to get comfortable on his red-eye flight, he wondered if Fiona had dealt with matters back at the office. He allowed his mind to wander, picturing the scene if she had, but had she? What do you think?


Tuesday, March 22, 2016

...I’ll Tell You No Lies.

As promised, here are the answers to the March Questions (from the previous post) in one tidy, all-in-one, easy-to-use summary post. Thank you Ladies for all your questions. Plus, I decided to throw in an EndArt tribute for cohesive illustration if nothing else; besides who doesn't like his artwork?

Misty asked:

What is your preferred implement for spanking? Why?

Without question - My hand.
The intimacy it brings is the best on so many levels. I love feeling her soft skin; the goosebumps right before I begin, literally feeling the energy of the tension. I love the coolness of her bottom, and then the warmth, the heat, the deliciousness of it all. Being that close to her femininity... Other instruments separate that contact (literally & figuratively). Generally, I also feel there is also more embarrassment that comes with the hand on the bare bottom. 

The belt is a close second, but that is used more so for punishment. I love the no nonsense of the leather and some of the symbolism and emotions it brings up,
discipline and chastisement,....oh wait you only asked for one implement.

Why did you start blogging?

Twofold. First as an outlet to the everyday. Secondly to fill a void; to write stories that I felt (still feel) seem to be missing out there. I don’t like stereotypical straight Victorian-era or princess spanking stories etc. Also modern stories that are not 100% consensual seem hard to find online; there is always some sort of disclaimer at the end of the spanking story which bugs me to no end. Plus, there is also other overlapping erotica that comes with spanking that doesn’t seem to be written into the stereotypical stories and I don't know why even though it seems a natural progression. Not sure if I have been true to my original goal of creating and sharing these stories, I’ll let you decide that. (If you want a more eloquent answer you can read the first part of this post or parts of this post for a better understanding.)

Tell us something about yourself that we don't know.
It would seem that there is a lot that you don't know about me; or do my readers know me better than I think? I am guessing that the fact that I do not like ranch dressing on pizza or that I love snow-camping are probably not the answers you were looking for. Or perhaps they were. Care to narrow that question down?


Leigh Smith (Sunny Girl) asked:

I really don't have a question, but have always been curious about where you hang your hat?

Now that is not a question I was expecting. I hang my hat 2.5 feet from the entrance door, facing due north, on the fourth peg.

Oh - That is not the answer you were looking  for? Okay how about this, I live within one of the largest metropolitan areas of in the US of A.; thus my references to city life in my stories. I definitely live west of the Mississippi. Does that help?


Lindy Thomas asked:

I don't really know you very well, so can I ask are you in a relationship?

Full disclosure time. I was in a relationship. A long term relationship until recently. We are still in the process of parting ways. It wasn’t my choice to end the relationship and thus the reason for some of the recent angst in my life.

Where would you like to travel if you had an endless supply of money? 

With an endless supply of money, I would go on an endless trip around the world to see it all. All of it. Actually most of it. As a more specific answer, I would love to visit and meet the enigmatic people of the Basque country where my mother's family originated from.

Ronnie asked:

Hi Enzo,

what was the first spanking implement (other than hand) you used?
I actually used a traditional 12” wooden school ruler. They are a lot more effective than you would imagine, causing an instant change in attitude and a lasting sting. It was partially spur of the moment when I grabbed it. I love the ruler for its seemingly harmless demeanor.

Are there any other types of kinky activities that you want to try (not that I think spanking is kinky)?

Define kinky. Or perhaps narrow down kinky or an example(s). For some reason I am having a hard time with this question. 


Thanks again Ladies for the questions.
By the way, remember you can click on the pictures for a better/larger view of all these entertaining illustration.

Monday, March 14, 2016

Ask Me No Questions...

Are you familiar with that saying?
“Ask me no questions, I’ll tell you no lies.”


I am a firm believer of that doctrine (when it comes to questions directed at me and not the other way around). However, it appears as if many blogs are involved in this “Ask Me Anything” month-long event. Not sure where this originated, but I have seen quite a few blogs participating.

Well as timing would have it, this makes a good time for this post as I find myself too busy to complete stories, and knee-deep with ongoing real-life commitments and troubles.

Therefore, I have once again decided to participate unofficially. I say ”unofficially" since once again I did not fill out the necessary paperwork and submit it to the powers that be. In my defense I was unaware of where to find said application.

Have you ever been curious about the author of this inquisitive blog you are currently reading? Curious about this Man whose many underlying goals include attempting to better understand the female species? Ever been intrigued by the personality behind the stories? If so, now is your chance to ask away. If not, then now would be your chance to click away.

I will consider answering your questions in one summary post. Currently I am open to answering most questions, except for obviously not sharing my personal information (I will not give you my checking account number, pin, passwords or key to the punishment box), so apart from that, ask away. Overall I reserve the right o plead the Fifth as I see fit, or as it is best summoned up, ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies.

Oh and a final warning to any young ladies contemplating cheeky, bratty and otherwise smart-ass questions: 

- Remember, I might be too much a gentleman to strike a woman,
but never been afraid to spank one.

* Another fine EndArt illustration that is new to me; although most are.
(Unfortuantley he retired right as I was coming online.)
This is one of my favorites of his in fact.
Well, that is a good question....

Thursday, March 3, 2016

Suit Yourself

March already? I can't believe  it. I also can't believe it has been two weeks since my last post. I could post more often, but does any come hear to listen to my ramblings or do you come here for the stories?

I think you come here because of the stories, but perhaps I am wrong. If I am wrong, I am wrong yet again as I bring you this excerpt from The Wedding.


 Are you going to get out of bed?"

"I will. Eventuallyshe answered lackadaisically.

“We need to be down there an hour before the ceremony; time is ticking.  Don’t you think you should get up?” He reminded while her trying to be patient.

“Don’t you think you want to come back in bed and wake me up properly?” she blurted out so quickly, before she had a chance to edit herself.

“It’ll help you relax” she added smiling coyly trying to make it about him and not her.

He turned from the dresser mirror still adjusting his bow-tie and stared at her.
“Ther’ be plenty of time for that this weekend. Trust me. Now get up.” he replied a bit annoyed by her her lack of urgency and focus.

“Sorry, just was trying to be helpful. You know, help you relax before that best man speech.”

“Really? You are trying to be helpful?” he raised an eyebrow at her explanation.

“Yes. Well..OK honestly staying in a hotel for a weekend with my boyfriend. In a hotel for a wedding. Seeing you in that suit…Well, all of it…” she glanced away making eye contact with the shabby chic country decor of the room.
“….Well all of it just makes me a bit horny” she whispered.

“Apparently,” he smiled back while putting on his jacket, “but technically this isn’t a hotel. Its someone’s cottage.”

She was annoyed enough that he was ignoring her offer, but irked further by his constant corrections and snapped back “Fine. But technically you aren’t my official boyfriend.”

He shook his head, “Don’t start. I warned you early on about your behavior when I invited you along. I’m not going to put up with it this weekend. You are my date, my guest at this wedding, and I therefore expect you on your good behavior young lady, or else.”

“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes.

“That’s it. Consider yourself on check young lady,” he fired back, now clearly annoyed.

She said nothing simply nodding her head sarcastically.  He pulled on his suit lapels and looked over at the thick white comforter which concealed all of her but for her pouty face and, somehow still adorable, bedhead.

“Now; please get your cute ass up and showered, before I drag you in there myself,” he threatened as he yanked the comforter away in a quick swing; leaving her more on display than he had imagined. Leaving her almost completely exposed; topless with her one hand attending to her bare breast while her other hand was lost knuckles deep inside her panties.

“Ahhh!” she screamed at the unexpected reveal.

“Really, young lady? Really?” he asked in shock.

“What?!” she responded “What?…I offered. Besides your threats get me hot.”

He looked down at her fingers, then at her big eyes, before raising his own finger at her,
“I will definitely deal with your naughty behavior later. And to be clear it’ll be in more ways then one.”

Then to her further frustration he casually turned and walked away.

As he opened the door he unexpectedly stopped.

“Regrets?” she perked up.


“No. I almost forgot. Rule number 4; I left panties out for you to wear. They are on the dresser.”

“Ohmagawd?! That’s why you came back?”

“Just be a good girl and make sure you wear them. You’re already dangerously close to getting your bottom warmed, so don’t add to it.”

With that the door clicked behind him.

“Idiot! Suit yourself" she called after him as she pounded the bed with bunched fists.
She rolled her eyes in olympic fashion before slithering her way out of bed and across the room to the dresser. Slowly she unfurled the dainty scrap of fabric and held them up to the light, confirming their makers purpose as the morning rays rendered them translucent.
“Mmmm, at least they are pretty,” she smiled.

She was certain these tiny panties (apparently he had misjudged her size, but she was still flattered) held some double meaning to him, something reflective of her bad attitude no doubt. She attempted to process their significance, but figured it was something stupid in the way of his stern split-personality.

She squinted around the entire room, from the open bathroom door where her new special occasion dress still hung on the padded hanger, to the elaborately wrapped present waiting patiently by the door, and then to the antique clock on the nightstand. Excited about the day ahead which included playing “dress up” she felt the nervous energy building up further inside of her. She stood there for a moment contemplating his threats, her hands still caressing the delicate cloth in her hands. She did not want to be late, yet she allowed herself to debate her options.

Then, much like most things in her recent life, acted upon her instinct and rushed back into the welcoming soft comforting sheets. Laying on her back she looped her thumbs into the waistband of the panties she had worn to bed and pushed them down and off. A minute of frenzied bed hopping and struggling later she was staring down, admiring the transparency of the soft new fabric between her legs.

Smirking to herself, she leaned on her side, gave her bottom a stern, but playful slap and winced.
“A spanking?! Huh! Whatever. I’d like to see him try” she told herself before rolling onto her back again only to imagine just that; imagining him spanking her for being the dirty girl she was.

She ran her hands down her smooth thighs, paused, and took a deep audible breath.

Spreading her soft thighs wider, she revealed the clearly visible, neatly trimmed beautiful patch beneath it; if only someone had been there to enjoy the view. Her long thin fingers wandered down and stretched between the delicate sheerness and against her warm skin She burrowed her fingertips slowly before beginning to softly rub in a circular motion; then rubbed the motion out. Forward again before diving deep into a shameless solo pursuit of furious self-pleasure.
“Fuk him. His loss,” she told the empty room and closed her eyes.


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