Friday, May 26, 2017

Random Thoughts: Friday

Random Thoughts on a Friday Afternoon

Here we are on a Friday afternoon. A Friday afternoon on an extended holiday weekend. A Memorial Day weekend to be ever more precise. I won’t get into the true meaning of the holiday as there is time for that yet, but rather touch on what this extended weekend always reminds me of – the End of the School Year. Not just end of school years themselves, but Graduations and in particular College Graduations. Although Colleges and Universities have different graduation dates with ceremonies that seem to extend over a month long period, we are definitely in the Graduation season.

Graduation Pinup
I was thinking, which led me to researching (ie. googling), and ultimately to the conclusion that, oddly enough, there are not many sexy graduation images out there. I am sure the Graduation Pinup theme would be a struggle for most other artists, but Elvgren once again does not disappoint with his version. This is the reason Elvgren is my all time favorite pin-up artist.

And as far as Sexy Graduation Photos (of the PG13 version), those are also rare. Yes, I did manage to pull the one below out of the archives. It has been around for quite a few years; a lifetime in internet years.

This photo always puts a smile on my face. Why? Mainly because it is her expression of realization that someone has just snapped a photo that might make this day more memorable for other reasons than her diploma (plus not to state the obvious, but I also love the white panties with tiny pink details). You can almost hear her say, "Hey! Hheey..." And to be 100 percent clear I am referring to the brunette as the blond seems oblivious to the facts. Reminder, you can click on the picture to enlarge it.

Sadly for most, after the Graduation celebrations are over, reality moves in quickly and the seemingly Endless Employment Search begins. I won’t get into the political divide on the state of and opinions regarding all things related to higher education. None of that. We shall stay positive for now as it is the Friday of a 3-day weekend.

Instead, I offer you this post-college job search video to make you smile. I love this video. It is so well done throughout. I know, I know; it is very sophomoric, but I can be just that at times. Well, it was either post this or gifs of girls’ bottoms being probed none the gently (I’ll just save those for later if you insist).

Here is the direct link in case the video doesn't auto-load:

Please, let me know if this video makes you smile.

 also, for extra-credit of course, see if you can answer the following two questions
(in short-essay format please).:

1) Your opinion on Darci's (the main girl) outfit and her color choices throughout, and
2) Guess which girl is my second-favorite (it might not be so obvious).

Friday, May 12, 2017

Story Time Sunday: Mommy Needs...

Posting this early. Since this Sunday is Mothers' Day I wanted to and managed to, write something incorporating that topic in a small way. See if anyone recognizes the Mom in this story as I am certain you have met before. 

But first and what should be foremost, Happy Mothers Day to all the Moms out there! I am certain you don't get enough credit, and worse yet, if you are like the Moms I know, you are too hard on yourselves, therefore I offer you this simple reminder:

And to all of you, if you are fortunate enough to still have your Mom around, at the very least call her on Sunday. Please.

And now on with the story.....


“Mommy will be down in a minute; go play outside” she yells down flustered at her situation as she slams the door shut leaving her all alone in the bedroom.

She walks to the mirror and stares at herself in what she has been ordered to wear. Soft cotton has turned sheer as her ample bottom fills the elastic cotton to the brink.
She turns around to study the elasticity of the white cotton further. She shakes her head, snapping the well-defined waistband; they simply are no meant to be worn under a tight skirt, not able to go unnoticed with such an outfit she explains to the empty room.

Thinking herself clever as a solution comes to mind, she pulls on the cotton panties, wedging them between her cheeks. She immediately realizes that this is not a comfortable option and releases them.

She turns right and left, still angry at the command, and debates not if the pantie-lines will be visible or not, but rather how defined they will appear. Twirling around she smiles surprising herself as she begins to admire the tight fit. She reluctantly admits to herself that they don’t feel nearly as tight as they obviously look. No, she would never admit that to him, just to herself.
This forced humble garment is a blatant contradiction to her sexy dress, yet there is more to it. She wonders what it is really.  Is it that he secretly just loves the fact that the forced stretched cotton makes them sheer? Or does he truly want her to feel embarrassed? Embarrassed how? She would never show them to anyone let alone openly admit to anyone that he picks out her panties. That he often forces her to wear certain panties when she acts up; panties meant to teach her a lesson. 

“Well the joke is on you Mister,” she says out load as she looks in the mirror. He doesn’t know that despite being “punishment panties” they somehow make her incredibly horny? Partly due to the fact that he "made her" wear them, took the decision away from her…

Yes, she starts off mad of course, but they eventually get her hot – but why? They shouldn’t. It doesn’t make sense. He treats her like a… she can't say it, but he treats her like she isn’t mature enough to make her own decisions nor handle her own emotions.

She stops herself form a tailspin of conflicting thoughts and instead switches her debate to the decision to give in now rather than later. Why did she give into wearing these granny panties instead of her thong like she had planned to? A thong would be appropriate for both the outfit and how she wanted to feel tonight.

It is not too late. She should just wear the thong and deal with the consequences later, right? But is keeping clear of her friends judgemental, negative fashion comments worth the consequences? Worth upsetting him, worth the drawn-out argument; worth how he’ll deal with her?

Screw it, she’ll teach him; teach them all. Not only will she wear these panties and feel sexy wearing them she’ll change her outfit. That’s right, an outfit that matches these...these babydoll panties. That's right; they aren't granny panties they are cute and sexy babydoll panties. She’ll wear a flowy babydoll dress and see what he thinks of that! So much for forced pantie-lines!

Her friends will be so envious of her cute new outfit, who cares what is underneath. In fact, she should tell them. And when they begin to comment on how ugly full coverage panties can be, she'll cut them off and mock their lack of hipness, lack of being up on the latest styles. This mom is in the know; thank you very much, ladies.

Her mind races back to him
and the fact that he will be coming home after her night out; tired and frustrated as he warned, as she well knows, and neither choice will have mattered as he’ll need relief regardless. But why give him further ammunition to take out his frustration on her by intentionally wearing an outfit he didn't approve with the punishment panties or wearing a thong despite his orders.

Sure the spanking might be unbearable, but he’ll want additional relief regardless. The question was what would be more pleasurable afterward? A firm punishment spanking for wearing the wrong panties followed by equally punishing rough sex or being treated to a good girl spanking for following his orders and followed by great sex?

She cuts off her own train of thought as she suddenly realizes that both her mind and fingers have wandered. She’s unintentionally worked herself up into a heat as she faces off with the unpleased clock. She looks out the open window as the sun sets and the sound of youthful laughter still fills the air. She takes another sip of her wine glass, places it back on the dresser and ponders her immediate choices.

“They can wait,” she steps over to the welcoming bed, grabs a pillow and mounts it without hesitation. “Mommy needs some alone time.”

She begins rubbing herself against the pillow as the one size too small panties begin wedging themselves between her cheeks and lower lips. She pictures what he’ll do to her late that night when he comes home. Imaging his scent from coming back from a strenuous day as he finds her in bed. He’ll flip back the covers and see her there greeting him; greeting him entirely naked all but for her panties. But which panties?

The punishment panties? Yet, she’ll offset the the dynamic of his approval, sending him into an instant tailspin by admitting that she switched her dress, to a flowy dress and the day was windy and her dress was short. Yes, she changed outfits without his consultation. This visual will really get him going, not that he’ll need much help. His anger at her disobeying, topped by the possibility that she was on display for strangers' eyes will cause him to let loose.

He’ll drag her out of bed, scold her while tossing her over his bulging pants… He’ll scold her for being a bad example, an irresponsible mom, and an immature brat. He’ll slap her bottom in growing intervals explaining that she shouldn’t be parading her ass around for others to make rude comments about. That if her dress flipped up thanks to the wind and anyone saw, they would definitely have seen her panties.

She would intentionally correct him, and tell him that thanks to him, thanks to him making her wear these sheer panties they would have seen a lot more of her than just her panties. This, of course, will get him more upset and he'll scold her about showing off her tight ass to strangers and that if she is okay with showing off her ass crack, he might as well yank these panties off. He'll begin slapping her bottom firmly and with conviction at this point. Stopping only to further threaten that he better not hear a single thing. He better not hear any comments; neither about his wife dressing inappropriately, wearing a short dress, nor about anyone seeing this young milf's panties. If so then there will be a much harder lesson then the spanking he’s giving her.

He’ll then yank her panties further down, leaving them wrapped around her thighs, flip her over the bed and spank her in a rapid targeted succession; one, two, three, four... Just before she is about to cry out from the culminating pain; just before... he'll unzip his pants. Wasting no time, he'll ram her from behind, filling her pussy in an instant. Pounding in and out; in and out. She'll then gasp as she feels another intruder;
his thick middle finger probing up her tight, petite bottomhole, all while simultaneously continuing to pound her pussy.

She dry humps the pillow now wishing he hadn’t been called away. Wishing she would have sent him off properly other than with her cold, attitude filled remarks. She sticks her soft hand inside the tight panties, a freshly manicured set of fingernails disappear leaving only pale knuckles visible.

She tries to focus on her warm thoughts and not the screams and laughter coming from outside in the distance. In no time she is physically bouncing on the bed, her fingers rubbing and penetrating deeply. No doubt she’s a shameless sight of frustration she thinks to herself as the room fills with an audience of leering early twilight shadows. The summer wind blows cold into the room full of judgment of her choice to leave her littles out back playing unsupervised while she puts her full attention on playing
unsupervised with herself.

Her hair is swinging wildly, her breasts bouncing freely, her ass on full display. She doesn't care that she is blatantly trying to rub her clit against her pillow; legs spread wide toes and ass to the sky, panties concealing nothing, stretched to their limit and ready to burst as she continues her mad humping. She doesn't care. She doesn't care. She deserves this break.

Her hair now a tangled mess as her moisture seeps through and onto the pillow just as she fully relaxes and lets herself go.

“Ugh! Ugh!

Oh, oh. OH GAWD!”

She frumps her head down, breathing deeply, panting loudly.


“Mmmm, yeeess. I needed that”
she tells herself as her hand is still wedged between herself and the pillow. She turns over on her back and stretches her legs wide and looks down at the white panties between them. Slowly becoming aware that her panties are damp in sweat throughout, the crotch drenched and sticky; when the full realization hits her.

The realization that
she can’t wear these now and that these are her only clean punishment panties. Well, they were her only clean pair. Now what? No time to wash them before her friends come pick her up for their much anticipated Girls Night Out. Not to mention nowhere near enough time before her Aunt Gee comes over to babysit the littles.


“No! Fffuck, already?! Now what?!”
She scrambles off the bed trying to make a decision.

Forced back to the previous decision, wear the thong panties she wanted to begin with, or leave these now soiled ones on? But she can’t do that, she tells herself, she can’t be “that girl".

Just put on another pair silly girl, she tells herself.

“Fffffuck!” she stares at the overflowing hamper, another chore not done and she hears his voice clearly reminding her to be sure to get all her chores done before she goes out with friends.

Bare toes scramble across the room skidding to a stop in front of the dresser. Now faced with a couple of other limited options; choose between holey, well-worn faded panties or threadbare frumpies that only see daylight for a few days a month.

Decisions, decisions; four choices and no easy decision.


“No! Fuck, fuck fuckety fck!”

The sound of the door opening, the slow footfalls; capped by the ever recognizable voice,

Hello, Dear!

The littles are out back, alone; are you here?
Or are you just busy putting on all that makeup that only you seem to like?"

The wooden steps to the upstairs creak, announcing her fast approach.

It's me, Aunt Gee, I let myself in."

The deliberation is permanently interrupted and a decision is made.


And what choice did she make? Did she choose wisely?

As always, I do hope you find this story enjoyable and if so please let me know.

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Office Calls

Can you believe it is May already?

I have had some busy weeks in the office lately plus add in the national theme of the month* and the thought of sharing this office-based story seemed to be fitting.
unfortunately you also happen to find yourself stuck in a boring fluorescent-filled office during these beautiful spring days, I hope you find this a nice little distraction to your 9 to 5. Please let me know what you think and remember every comment counts.





Oh, it is you; I almost hung up. 

Is something wrong?
 Are you okay?

Yes. Hi.

Something is wrong?

Or did you need something?

No, I’m fine. 
But, yes…no.

If you are okay then I will call you on my way home.

No, wait; I just wanted to talk to you for a minute.

Doll, what have I told you about calling me at work?

Besides aren’t you supposed to be working too?

I…I took a break.

Well good, but I can’t right now, I’m in the middle of something important.

I…I just wanted to talk.

Look, if something is wrong just tell me otherwise we can talk later.

Well, I just wanted you to tell me...

Tell you what?


I...I...c..can’t say.


Look this is going nowhere. Either tell me what’s going on or we’ll talk when I get home.


Now listen, I’m going to hang up if you are just going to sit there and not say anything. I have other more important things to do apart from listening to you breathe. is just that…well, about this morning.

I thought we took care of all that.

Well, you did, but I just wanted…I needed to hear you say…

Okay, look Doll. If you expect an apology you have it all backward.

Sure maybe those love slaps on the ass weren’t what you were expecting that early in the morning, but listen, you well know that you often are so damn hardheaded that…

I know.


I needed to get my point across quickly….

You did get your point across.

plus, you were making me late. Look, I don't know what is going on with you, but unlike you, I have work to do.

I dooo have work to do…I just. 
I juust can’t focus, I just need to hear your say…

I told you we will talk about this later. Bye. 

Wait! Wait!!
Pplease…just tell me.

Look, I am losing patience with you, Young Lady, I said we will talk about it later. There is nothing more to say right now. It is simple. If I tell you not to dress a certain way, and tell you to go change I expect you to respect me
 and do it.

I know. It is just that...well I...mmm… What did you say you were….mmmm...were going…tooo do to me if I went dressed to work like this anyways?

You know very well what I said would happen.

I know, but please tell me again. Ppplease.

What? Are you okay? Are you in the office?
Are you pounding on something, what is that noise?

I’m taking a break, I told you. I really needed to. I couldn’t stop thinking about what you said. 
Please tell me what you said.

Wasn't getting your ass smacked this morning a clear enough message; enough of a warning to do as you are told? I was hoping that left a burning impression.

It did! It really did, Hon. I felt it all the way to work actually. And even now, but luckily I am sitting somewhere cool and firm.

Coool and firm - What? 

Mmmmm…You were right. I shouldn't have worn this to work today. You warned me that this dress was too short. I got sooo much attention on the train, you should have seen how many people were staring.

I could hear them whispering and this guy, well he pretended to...well the train was packed but still...well actually forget that, but anyways, I thought...anyways
I thought people could read my mind that they knew what you had done, plus knew what you said you were going to do, bb...but I think it was just the dress and the stockings they were staring at.

And when I got to the office I could hear them all talking about me...

Did you go out like that?! When I told you specifically not to?!

Yyess. I did. I was a bbad girl.

I can't believe you, Young Lady.  And whhat is that noise? Why are you breathing so hard? Where are you? Am I on speaker? Where are you exactly?

Yes, but it's okay I’m in the bathroom. I just need you to tell me what…that…I…and…
Just tell me, what you called me and what you are going to do to me. Mmmm. Ppplease!..ohh.

You are where?

It’s okay, I’m alone, in a stall. I think I'm all alone in here, I hope. Just tell me what you plan to do….mmmm….ohh…ooh.

Oh my gawd, what is that noise; are you doing what I think you are?


I’m just sitting.
Sitting here. Thinking about you. Staring at my new black panties and the stockings I bought. Thinking 
about your hand this morning.

About how you said you would….mmmm…

I can’t believe you! Really?!

Just please tell me what you said…mmm…ahhh…
and I promise I will let you go after... Ahh. Ooh!

Are you fingering yourself, young lady?!
Are you really?
Answer me! 

I…I am, Sir.


Tabitha Laney, are you really fingering yourself at work?!

You are kidding me right?! 
You are that horny that you couldn't wait?

Well, just you wait ‘till I get home!
Apparently those three warning strikes this morning had the opposite effect on you.

Aahhh…I’m ss-sorry..I had to; I just had too… couldn’t get…that idea out of my head.

Well, guess what? 
I am going to do what I threatened AND more!

Mmmm! Yes! Yes, tell me what are you going to do to me!

The minute you walk in the door, I’m going to make you strip down to your panties and bend over.

Yes, tell me more, tell me what else!

I’m going to spank your bare naked ass and make sure you won’t sit comfortably for weeks. 
Then I’m going to deal with this nonsense, fingering yourself at work. I'm going to treat you like the dirty girl you are!

Mmmm…oooo….bb..but, I am not…I am just…Oo! Oh, oh!

That is right and I’m going to teach you a lesson about not following orders, about disobeying me and dressing like a tramp AND especially for getting off on the threat of me punishing you...

Yes, teach me a lesson, please!
Please tell me every detail...mmmm, Gawd. please!

...I'm going to tan that ass. I'm going to give it some desperately-needed color. I'm going to spank you until you scream.

Oooo….wwh...what..what else? More!

Once your ass is hot and glowing, I’m going to march you into the bedroom; admiring my discipline work along the way. Then I'm going to ram into your wetness.

But don't get any ideas, I will only pound you enough...just enough to get you wet, then...

Then I'm going to spread your cheeks wide.
I'm going to push in just enough so you can know how extra thick I am. Then I'm going to wedge myself into that arrogant, yoga-toned ass of yours; slowly, grinding into you. Deeper and deeper until that petite, virgin hole of yours is plugged solid. 

Mmmmm….aaaa...yes; yes!

Aand wwwhat else?

I'm going to treat you like the dirty little whore you are; taking you straight up that entitled ass. I'll pound you nonstop until you've learned your lesson!

Ohooooo...ggawww! Ffuuuu...k!

[Bang, crash; bang.]



Hello, you still there?

[An audible long, deep breath.] 


Sssorry, sorry.
I dropped the phone. Bye Hon, I need to get back to my desk. I'm sorry.

Dammit, why are the stalls always out of toilet paper when you really need it.

Excuse me? Is someone there? Excuse me, would you mind passing me a scrap of tissue, please; a square at least ppplease? I really need to wipe myself up, 
I’m a filthy mess.  



Any thoughts on our young Lady Tabitha's behavior?
Also, so did you guess what month this is? 

Well once again for your convenience a quick poll, one for the Ladies and one the Gents.