Friday, November 20, 2020

LOL XV



There's no time to waste, please come in; join me and Welcome to Love Our Lurkers  XV.

Come in, come in. Make yourself at home. Yes, please take off your shoes, leave them at the door. What was that Young Lady? No that was a rule even pre-COVID. Yes Sir, thank you; yes go on ahead and grab a drink on your way. Excuse me, what was that Young Lady? Yes, boots must come off; those are the rules despite the hassle. Oh, and house rules, drop that skirt as well. Come along all of you. Join me, grab a seat. Sir, not her seat.

Follow me out back, my favorite spot. Yes, sit down; sit down. Say hello to the others, don't be shy. Yes, yes don't worry Young Lady you won't be alone, all the ladies here are interested in the same just as well; here, have a drink first it'll take the edge off. We are all friends here. The overarching rules for today are quite simple, 'be respectful and be honest'.

And with that on to this year’s discussion and questions.

Typically I use the opportunity of LOL Day(s) for its original intent, to help persuade “lurkers” to come forward and say hello; while asking frequent visitors here a question or two. 

So if you are fairly new here, Welcome.
Please don’t be shy and say hello. And my questions for you to pick from (or feel free to answer all three):

  • How did you find your way here to this lil' blog floating in the middle of the vast inter-webs?
  • Any general age and regional demographics you care to share?
  • And the bonus question is: What is it that you read here that appeals to you?


If you are frequent visitor here, foremost I want to say Thank You.
Thank you for coming by and visiting. My question for you all is a bit different this year:

  • Are you still out there?

Seems odd, but let me explain. There have been so many readers throughout the years; some in particular who commented regularly and then without warning would disappear. I've enjoyed all your comments, but just wondering who’s still around, who’s still visiting?


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That's it. I’ll keep it short this time around. 

One more thing -- 

For those of you who are fairly new here, and to those of you who may have heard this before, but it bears repeating just so we are all clear:
  

An explanation of my Everyday Voice as heard here:

Welcome to 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 entitled or arrogant attitudes are checked often and their bottoms are the primary focus of their penance.  


This is a place to see and hear of girls flushed to all cheeks with embarrassment and occasionally brought to the edge of humiliation.



Not only is this a place whose focus is the disciplining of young ladies in various clever and embarrassing ways, but a place to also admire and be in awe of the female creature in all her inner, outer and spiritual beauty; all in an everyday context.

Additionally it is a place where nature and synchronicity agree and conspire
with short skirts and sheer dresses to 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. Non-consensual discipline is for the young ladies who deep down secretly crave it; not something done out of a lopsided abusive relationship or anything worse. 

 However, discipline here is seldom random and never unwarranted. Well administered spankings are fully justified. The young ladies may seldom be willing participants, but that is the fantasy aspect right? I don't believe every story needs to have a "disclaimer" paragraph at the end that explains that those involved were in a prior relationship, secretly planning and consenting all along as so many authors choose to include. For me that merely spoils the entire story.

I hope you enjoy what you find here,
come back often and say hello when you do.


All the best,
Enzo

Tuesday, October 27, 2020

Something different: A snippet of Reflections

Here is something seemingly entirely different than the usual fare, a snippet of a longer story. Not off topic per se, but no scenes of our favorite topic either.

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Relationships are complex because we humans are complex.
Real relationships are seldom easy; even though it may appear so to others watching from the outside.
Real relationships are even hard for those of us who practice DD.

She walked away from the mirror.

Unresolved and unsettled she squirmed in her seat.
Huffing she returned to it.


Inspecting her body yet again, scrutinizing the imperfections for the countless time. Her eyes zeroed in on individual square centimeters of her slowly, naturally aging skin. Frustrated she tugged down on her t-shirt and decided to refocus the inspection elsewhere.

She parted her uncombed hair, pulling strands apart on her seek-and-destroy mission. Without warning, she captured a traitor. Held it close to her glaring eyes wanting to send it back to its partners in treason with a warning. Instead it slithered from her fingers in a haste escape. She searched the top and sides of hand with no luck. It was gone, but no doubt a sign that there were hundreds more to come.

Turning her focus elsewhere once more, her chest became the next area of her scrutiny. She adjusted her posture to no avail. Defeated she reminded herself that her perkiness was predestined, challenged by the misfortune of small genes. Carrying on, she closed her eyes, inching her hands down cautiously around her hips instead and continuing on toward her bottom preparing herself for further genetic blame…

The click and crack of the key and door saved her from her own prosecution. Scampering across the room, she scanned for her book, grabbed it in passing on her way to her perch by the window. Taking an audible deep breath she attempted to relax herself.

“Hey Doll, I’m home.”

He walked into the living room and saw her at her usual spot. In full feline nature her legs wrapped underneath her as she sat there indifferent to the world.


He greeted her with a gentle kiss to her forehead as she rose to her feet without urgency.
 
Hi Beautiful, did you have a good day?” He asked in genuine admiration despite the concern of her unkept appearance.

She did not answer as she squirmed out of his incoming embrace.
As much as he adored the her choice of usual at home attire, the minimal cover of a thin t-shirt and barely there panties; he was worried that it was most likely evidence that she hadn't left their place all day.  

“It is actually nice out; Fall is definitely coming. Did you get out for some fresh air like we talked about?”

“There is fresh air by the window,” she replied walking across the room only to settle a few feet away into the sofa.

“You need to get out…”

“Whatever,” she mumbled her interruption.

“Come on, I picked up dinner. Let’s eat” He waited for a reaction that never came before turning towards the kitchen.


Rolling her eyes, she eventually relented. Stretching her bare leg from underneath herself, her toes blindly searched around the floor pushing away magazines and remote controls before finally making contact with her flip-flops.

“By the way, we were invited to a party on Friday, so plan for it now. Something to look forward to,” he called to the sound of the approaching rubber soles against hardwood as he set the table.

“A party? Who’s party?”

“Amy is having a pre-holiday season get-together,” he replied sorting out the take-out containers as she settled into the wooden chair and pulled the actual house cat off the table and into her lap.

“Gawd, do we have to go?”

“Yes, and besides it will be good for you to get out. I thought you’d enjoy getting dressed up and doing something fun.”

“What? Wait, I have to get dressed up…”

“And the problem is?” he stopped the distribution of utensils to make eye contact with her.

“The problem is… the problem is I hate Amy! And her big tits! And the way you stare at them and how she flirts with you and rubs herself all over you…” she snapped, whipping her hair away.

“Doll! Doll! Look at me,” he tried to get her attention as she hid her face into the cat’s fur. “None of that is true.

You know very well the only girl I can’t keep my eyes off is you, especially when we go out. You know I love the way you look all prettied-up.

I was actually hoping you’d wear that tight form-fitting black dress I like.”

He waited for a response and when it didn’t come he continued on.

“I really like how it shows off your big ass so perfectly and highlights your long legs...”

She inhaled audibly just before exploding again, “Well it’s not my fault I don’t have a figure like your coworkers; it’s not my fault I have a big ol’ fat ass!
I hate that girl! And her perfect tits! And, I fucken hate Chinese food, dam-it!”

Grruerwow!

In a flash her hand had chucked the disposable wooden chopsticks across the table, as she backhanded and spilt the box of noodles in the process causing the cat to bound off her lap.

He watched her leap to her feet and out the room in whirl of pent-up frustration. He stayed seated listening to the click-clacking disappear down the hall followed by the expected slamming of the bedroom door. He watched the dark Szechuan sauce making its way across the table where it cascaded in a slow trickle over the edge to land at the paws of the waiting cat.

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Your comments and thoughts are always appreciated.



Wednesday, September 23, 2020

Random Flow of Thoughts on Windy Wednesday

Another stream-of-consciousness post.

Foremost, how is everyone doing out there?

Well it has been another heavy couple of weeks in the good ol’ U S of A. No need to rehash the state of the union to my fellow Americans and as for far-away friends, no doubt the story of our demise has reached your shores. I have tried my best to avoid political commentary here, but since it is such a big part of our current collective situation I like a lot of other bloggers have been forced in that direction more than once. However, as far as sharing specific opinions, it seems fruitless to me as everyone is so deep in their partisan sides that either you agree with those opinions or there is no way anything I say will cause you to reconsider in the slightest.

Therefore, rather than getting drawn into that rabbit hole, speaking instead specifically to all of you out there feeling drained by our current shared existence instead, feeling hopeless and worn out, I offer you this timeless advice the has served me well: 


It may seem like a fluff of words on the surface, but when you sit down and think about it there is a call to action in there, which is something I believe in - action.



As I have said before,  one of the main goals of this blog has been to be a place for unique entertainment and genuine escapism. I recently offered a continuation of an ongoing story. It can be found one post back. I didn’t receive any feedback on that installment which I was really hoping for.

• If you haven’t read it, now’s a good opportunity to read it.
• If you did read it but didn’t comment, now is a good time to go back and share your thoughts.


I understand a lot of you like to remain anonymous and not comment and that is why I have often offered the anonymous poll option. Unfortunately with the new Blogger interface my polls are not working. There appears to be some technical issues going on. In the past it was very straight forward, copy and paste the code in the visual editor and it would show up upon publishing. Now it appears that the code must be inserted in the html code view, but it is hit-or-miss if it shows up or not and often disappears even when it did initially. Plus, it does not seem to any longer allow more than one poll per page. Very frustrating.

Update: Seems like I managed to get the polls to works, but not a 100% sure, so let me know by voting going back a post and sharing your thoughts on my latest story by voting!

If any of you have any insights into the new Blogger interface or a suggestion on a poll app that plays nice with the new interface please let me know. The polls are important to me to help gauge interest and tastes especially for those who wish to remain anonymous. If I can't find a poll solution I may need to find another way of convincing you all to comment.

And finally to get back on topic, well at least semi-on-topic, I will leave you with this visual.

Why: Because it is Wednesday and don't we all need another opportunity to smile?

What: Windy Wednesday.

Who: This vintage beauty.

Where: In an office, seemingly a long time ago.
Remember when we used to go into offices, into offices with other people?




Tuesday, September 15, 2020

Teacher Orientation: A Conclusion?

Today, I am sharing a continuation of my extended story: Teacher Orientation. I am sharing it as a possible distraction from all that is going on in hopes of it being just that, a momentary escape.
Once more, I will advise to go back and (re)read Part I and Part II as I'm not sure how much you will be able to follow along without that story setup and scene. Part I can be found by clicking this convenient link HERE and Part II HERE.

So please grab an adult beverage of your choosing, take your shoes off (why are you wearing shoes in the house, Young Lady?) and snuggle up and enjoy.


Fair Warning to ladies with tender ears:
You may want to read this in bed where you can peak over the covers while you read this as there may be a scene or two which may make you, how should I say it; may make you squirm. Squirm in a good way. 

Be sure to share your thoughts.


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Ashley stared at the Doctor as he appeared on the verge of salivating, his eyes locked on the ripeness of Jenny’s anxiously jiggling  bottom. She saw the contempt and her mind raced. Even if she thought some of the punishment had been well deserved, she needed to do something to save the girl.

Do something, but what?

It was then that a brilliant idea flashed in her mind just as the Doctor raised the needle up high, ready to bring it down with force.


Clank! Clang!


Ashley watched the tray crash against the linoleum floor sending her set of spent syringes spinning and shooting in random directions resembling a break of billiard balls.

All eyes turned to her. It was at that moment that the realization hit her that she had not fully thought out an entire plan.





Now what to do?

Her brain worked frantically until she called out, “Oh my! Oh my!” just before raising the back of her hand to her forehead and letting herself drop to the floor in full dramatic fashion.

“Owww, ouch!” she yelped as she landed
on her unprotected bottom with a thump against the solid floor. She realized she hadn’t thought out the consequences of this stunt either.


“My Gawd, are you okay?”
Nurse Robinson rushed over to her.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine… No! I mean…” her mind raced to focus as she grimaced from the painful impact.

“Whatever is the matter, Miss Ashley, are you that clumsy?” the Doctor scolded.

“I think I was about to faint.”

“Faint? On what reason?”


“Doctor, it is rather hot in here today,” Nurse Robinson answered him seeming to let escape a sliver of empathy.



Back on her feet with the aid of the nurse, Ashley leaned against the exam table chugging refill after refill of cold water from disposable Dixie cups.

“Can I have another, please,” Ashley asked the nurse. It was the only idea she could think of to stall the inevitable syringe attack on Jenny’s bottom.

“Of course you…”

“Enough! She’s obviously okay,” the Doctor interrupted, “I haven’t got all day! I need to finish with these two and get to my rounds.”

He marched back over to where Jenny was still bent over the table and retrieved a syringe.


“No! I, I, I think I’m coming down with a fever!” Ashley blurted out the first thought that came to her mind.

The Doctor shook his head visibly annoyed at what he was guessing was now just another stall tactic. Jenny made eye contact with Ashley coming to the same conclusion and mouthed to her a sincere, “Thank you.”

“Doctor should I take her temperature? She does appear hot.” The nurse asked holding the back of her hand to Ashley’s forehead as Ashley pantomimed a frown.

“She definitely is hot,” the Doctor smirked, “but no. No, I will take care of her.”

In an instant the Doctor was dragging Ashley by the arm across the small crowded exam room and towards the adjacent door. He swung it open as he pushed Ashley into the tiny room.

“Nurse bring me a thermometer and some Vaseline.”

“No, Doctor! I’m Okay. I mean..I mean I’m feeling better.”

“Perhaps, but no sense in taking any chances; right? Let’s just see what exactly is going on.”


“Oh. Okay.
Aaahhh,”
she voluntarily opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, then closed it to ask, “Okay, but…but why do you need Vaseline?” Ashley rambled out without a genuine clue of what was about to happen.

“Silly girl, there is only one proper way to take an accurate temperature reading and it isn’t in your mouth.”


Ashley’s mouth involuntarily dropped wide open this time as her face went white upon the realization of what was to come.



Without a physical escape, Ashley obeyed and gripped the edges of the toilet seat and searched for a visual and mental escape. She arched her back and raised her head as best she could while remaining in the bent over posture. Craning her neck she peered out the small open window above the toilet which was facing the same pasture she had tried to lose herself in previously. The scene had shifted again, the blaring sun now seemed to be beating down intensely into the window.

She managed to drift off to a momentary dream state, imagining herself out there once more enjoying the sunshine. Ashley tried to focus through the glare of the rays searching for the blond heifer who had been the focus of her envy. She heard a soft moo. Ashley’s eyes darting left and right looking for the source, but could not see her. Something did not feel the same; something was not right.

She tried to take a step, but couldn’t. She looked down and realized she was no longer barefoot as she had been before. Instead she was wearing her high heels and they were sinking deeper and deeper into the mushy grass and she was unable to move. The soft warm breeze that had previously caught her flowy skirt so innocently and playfully was now changing. It was a hot, humid forceful wind now, whiplashing her face with her own hair and tugging at her skirt. Dust and debris were being picked up and thrown about and in an instant her skirt was swept away as well. She reached out, but it was too late; she couldn't even see where it had sailed off to blinded by the dust and her own hair. At least she had her panties on thankfully, she thought looking down. Wait; what?! My panties?! Where are my panties?! Where did my panties go? She fumbled with her hands trying to conceal her modesty from both views as she tried to scream, but no sound came out. A building thunder of hoofs grew louder and closer and began seemingly vibrating the room.

She felt a sudden pressure as she was pulled back into the room and heard the Doctor’s voice, “Now stay still.”




“Ohhhh gawd, Ohhhh gawwwd!” Ashley blurted out.

She tried not to focus on the pressure, but it was impossible; it was clear what the source of the pressure was, her buttonhole being probed. She could feel him moving his thick finger in and out multiple times. Gawd, was that really medically necessary. Then just as unexpectedly as it had been inserted he abruptly pulled it out. Before she could let out any sign of relief, she felt a new intruder.

She leaned forward grabbing tighter to keep her position, to keep from falling forward from the force as she felt the Doctor begin pushing something in. It was slowly corkscrewing its way into her. She tried to rationalize with her emotions, tried to explain to herself that it couldn’t possibly be as big as she felt it, as big as she imagined. But despite reason the cold touch of glass felt as if it was extra long and thick. If this was a thermometer she couldn’t imagine what a…imagine what anal must feel like. That thought sent a scramble of conflicting thoughts in her mind as she felt herself being filled. Just as she thought it couldn’t go any deeper he released her cheeks that he had been holding apart.

“You stay still and don’t let that fall out, understood? We want to get an accurate reading. You wouldn’t want to have to do this again would you?”

Ashley shook her head obediently.

“Good Girl, I didn’t think so.” He smiled and opportunistically delivered a singular merciless smack to her right cheek once again, pausing to watch her full bottom reverberate from the impact just before exiting the room.



“As for you, let’s get these shots over with and if you start any of your previous antics, I’ll give you a spanking so firm that it will make that first round feel like butterflies were tickling your bottom in comparison.”

Jenny gulped as her eyes bulged in shock at the threat. She audibly inhaled
as she stomped her heeled feet while folding her arms in a last minute rush of defiance. It was no use, Jenny was no match against Nurse Robinson who was not about to be caught off guard again and pinned her down over the table easily.

Ashley shook her head in dismay, why hadn’t Jenny listened. If she had only done as she was told and listened to the warnings of colleagues, just followed the nurse’s directions, Ashley thought, it would have all been over by now; but instead here they were.

“Owww!”

Ashley’s thoughts were interrupted by the first of a series of howls as needle met tender, still freshly spanked flesh. Ashley involuntarily clenched herself tightly around the thermometer in reaction every time Jenny let out a scream. Ashley’s body counting down the shots in bittersweet reaction knowing each would bring Jenny’s punishment closer to an end and yet simultaneously dreading it; knowing that would be when her own humiliation would resume.

She drew her attention to the window once more where she tried to focus through the sun rays, but couldn’t. She couldn’t make out any of the creatures, just the mad rustling of a variety of hooves. As the scene became clearer her dream of teaching in the country, her dream of carefree living seemed to be disappearing. She heard a low powerful grunt and then silence. A moment later the sound of the heifer returned, but changed from the familiar to a low extended moan.

“And how are we doing over here, let’s take a look, shall we?” Ashley hadn’t heard the Doctor re-enter the room until he was speaking to her. He placed his large hand on her bottom and spread her cheeks apart with his thumb and forefinger and then with his other hand and no further warning, yanked the thermometer out of her buttonhole.

She let out a gasp and began panting, strangely aware of her chest rising and falling. The removal of the device seemed just as shocking as the intrusion, her bottom feeling as if the ghost of the cold glass was still in her. She squeezed her cheeks to confirm that it actually wasn’t.

“Well that’s bad news. It looks as if there is no signs of a fever.”

“Wha,what; but that is good news, right? That, that means I’m all better, right?”

“No, this is bad news. It means that someone was lying.
And worse yet, that someone was wasting my time!

You, Miss Ashley, are about to learn a lesson about what happens to those who waste my valuable time.”


In an instant, the Doctor was dragging Ashley out from the bathroom by her ear. She was digging in her heels in resistance, click clacking across the room, but inevitably found herself over his lap as he once more got comfortable on the small rolling stool.

Smack!

Slap!
Slap!
Slap!

Smack!

Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
 
In no time he had found his rhythm and was well into a full force punishment of Ashley’s tender bottom.

It was now Jenny’s turn at a front row view of a bare-bottom punishment. She was teary eyed and sympathetic, attempting to offer a smile of support whenever Ashley’s head bobbed up in reaction to the force delivered to her other end. Unfortunately all that was reflected was just a grimaced, agonized frown as she rubbed her own disciplined and abused bottom. Furthermore, she was also unable to hide the shock of seeing her newly found idol in such a situation. So much for a modern woman, Ashley was being spanked like a naughty girl.





The appointment had been full of shared humbling predicaments for both of them, but it was one particular visual that caused Jenny to pull away from the failed
attempt to rub comfort into her own thrashed cheeks and instead bite her nails anxiously as she stood watch. She couldn’t get it out of her head. The visual of Ashley being forced to bend over and have her temperature taken rectally. Witnessing having a thermometer pushed into her, a grown woman's, bottom. And corked so deep that she could just barely make out the red tip peeking out between Ashley’s ample full cheeks. That was something she was at least grateful for, grateful that she had not undergone that utter humiliation.

As she watched Ashley being punished because of her failed attempts to save her, she wondered who had fared worse. Was it her, thoroughly spanked only to be followed by a series of unforgiving shots on her tender bottom? Or was it Ashley, who had started out with the throbbing pain of the shots, followed by a deep probing and who despite that added measure was still not spared from an equally firm bare bottom spanking? Was this all really part of the price to pay for wanting to teach in this charming little country town?

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Well was that enjoyable? Be sure to share your thoughts, especially since this is the conclusion. Or is it?
Also please consider commenting as Blogger is being problematic with so many issues, including loading my regular Polls.
Update:
Seems like I managed to get the polls to works, but not a 100% sure, so let me know by voting!





Wednesday, September 2, 2020

Windy Wednesday

In case the title doesn't give it away or you simply have forgotten as it has been a minute since my last themed offering, I present you with this latest addition:

What: Windy Wednesday.

Why: Because I need a smile. Don't you?
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Who: One naughty girl.


Where: Hopefully coming to my outdoor deck sometime soon.




*And it gives me an excuse for a simple check in via a quick post.

I know this doesn't appear to be a Windblown skirt per my usual as this young lady doesn't seem to be embarrassed or reacting as so many others normally would in her situation. She is quite the opposite in fact. She is clearly laughing at her own dismay, accepting it for what it is and quite possibly enjoying it all! Good for her!

I know there are differences out there:
Windblown Skirt, Upskirts, Skirtlifting, etc.
All of
which I classify very distinctly in my book, well, because they are. This reminds me that I am overdue in posting my explanation of the differences in varieties and my reason for favoring some and not a fan of others. That is if anyone is still (or ever was) interested in hearing about such rationale?

Regardless,
here is the full video below. Sound on for full effect.
I hope this brings as much as a smile to your face as it did to mine and apparently to hers as well!


Such a beautiful, happy, easy-going girl!

Hopefully that video worked. If not let me know.


I love so much of this video, from the fact that it is obviously an unplanned, non-pro shot clearly, as proved by multiple clues with her underwear being a big clue if nothing else. To the fact that I love the fit and look of her panties considering and especially for what I'm going to wager are an everyday pair. To proof to the theory that someone once told me that longer dresses and skirts or often times more susceptible to the wind than shorter ones. To the fact that she didn't drop her beer and in turn sacrificed her modesty; smart girl!


Are you surprised I had so much to say on one short clip? Are you really?

Regardless, had this been my girl, her smile would probably have been short-lived; while my smile would have grown exponentially as this would have presented the perfect excuse, I mean rationale, for some on the spot discipline. More than likely just a spontaneous (and rare) fun-spanking. Which since we are on the topic this is the type of girl I need to find, but that indeed is another topic all together.
 
Oh, and in case you missed the message of my prior post, I am still interested in knowing how you are all doing out there. The onslaught of this year keeps coming at us and testing daily. How are you holding up?

Friday, August 7, 2020

Random Thoughts - Check-In, OT Ramblings and On Topic Tidbits

Another bit off a stream-of-consciousness post.

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How is everyone doing out there?


Unfortunately, since my last check in things have not gotten any better, at least in my neck of the woods, in fact it seems like things on the plague front are just as dark if not darker.

I had written (and rewritten, and rewritten) this post on my views of the current state of affairs, but deleted it.

Why?

Because do we really want to talk about the plague, the mask arguments, the political divide, the social unrest, etc?

No. I didn’t think so.

Yet, I honestly do want to hear about how you are all doing, so feel free to share. I just am not necessarily in the mood to go on a political tirade, but if that is what you need to do, to vent, go right ahead.

These are tough times for a lot of people, if nothing else on an emotional and psychological level, and I am afraid a lot of people are feeling isolated and aren’t reaching out for help as they should be.

Again feel free to check in here regardless, but especially if you are feeling alone. If not here please check-in with someone.


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As for myself. Lets summarize, shall we.

The Girls
I had also planned about writing about the ongoing girl relationship issues, but that also seemed to read a bit too negative for my liking. Interesting to note that during these times where relationships are especially heavily reliant on communication, vs in person and physical connection, that this has led to some truths to rise to the top.
Following? Probably not, but I hope so.
I will summarize that even at my age I still seem to be relearning lessons from younger days that some things don’t have deeper meanings. Sadly sometimes things just are because some girls despite their actual age are reacting out of fear of growth, fear of being vulnerable, fear of being honest with themselves. Or as I’ve come to realize most recently maybe some of their actions, for lack of eloquence, are just selfish dick moves. 


The Road
If you recall, I travel several times a year to visit my ailing aging father who lives quite a distance away from me. Rather than “jump on a flight”, I choose the all day drive instead to take advantage of the time to enjoy the quiet, watch nature roll past and seek serenity on the open roads. I haven’t visited him since January of this year, was meant to go in February and postponed that and then… I Have been trying to figure out a plan of how and when (as this whole plague seems to not be going away anytime soon) to visit and those decisions have been weighing on me.


Nature
Speaking of the open road and nature, I had planned a big trip for late summer to one of the National Parks. Unfortunately I have put that on hold as hiking and camping, although reopening in phases, is still very limited. That and the fact that I’ve been holding off on traveling out of my immediate area even for my usual weekend hikes. I am definitely missing being in nature and in need of it. I don't know about you, but nature really helps my spirit. Maybe not during a grueling hike when I'm questioning why I choose to undertake it, but when I return home and especially long afterwards. Maybe you can relate.
 

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So if you read this far I give you credit and your reward is a few things that hopefully will make you smile.


1) Travel - As I mentioned above, the allure of travel is calling. I just need a companion to join me. The right companion. Someone as excited as this girl pictured. Someone excited enough about and yet still knows how to enjoy the peace, calm and beauty of a sunset.



The problem is considering my patience at the moment she might end up like a few of my former road trip companions. Impatient girls who couldn't calm themselves or quit complaining throughout hour long road trips and needed to be disciplined on the spot; the last resort in order that we could both enjoy the sunset; such as this girl:




 
2)  Selfies - I often reminded my ex-Girl that selfies were all about confidence; good to take even if not to share as they can still have the same outcome; building or keeping self-esteem levels up.
This picture reminds me in so many ways a lot of the selfies made at my request. Taken in protest, taken reluctantly out of a desire to simply not get in trouble. Taken as a result of a random panty-check test. Unfortunately for her, pictures do not lie. She failed inspection and no doubt the reason for that sour face. Even if she'd followed the updated orders at this point, to change into another pair, she would still face similar consequences later tonight. It made her pout; it made me smile.




3) Corner Time  -
Apart from the smile at receiving selfies, requested or not, it is the view of corner time that brings me joy. Yes, a contrite young lady bared, panties rolled down but not off entirely and awaiting her spanking is indeed lovely, but...



is only surpassed by one who has already been disciplined and sent to the corner. Left alone with nothing but her thoughts; and I left alone with a beautiful view.



 

  
Hope you enjoyed these random thoughts or at least the visuals. Let me know if you did or didn't or at least answer the poll. Or even better let me know how you are doing.

 



Tuesday, July 14, 2020

Teacher Orientation: The Story Continues

How's everyone doing? In need of a distraction? Well today I hope to offer you just that.

Almost a year ago, I shared an excerpt from a longer story I am working on. Today I am sharing the continuation of that story, or what we can refer to as 'Part II'.


You might find interesting that at the time of writing Part I, I had no idea of the world events we are currently going through and the references you will obviously note were in regards to opposition to our seasonal flu. Ironically this story seems to fit into our national narrative quite well today. Regardless, don't worry it is not written in a serious tone; it is meant to be fun as all my stories aim to be.

I will advise to go back and reading Part I as I'm not sure how much you will be able to follow without that story setup unless your memory is quite remarkable. It can be found by clicking this convenient link HERE.


So please grab a beverage of your choosing, snuggle up and enjoy the story as it contains a couple of favorite elements for me, including teachers as characters.

Be sure to share your thoughts and interest, or lack there of, about any future installments.


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Grabbing Jennifer’s soft hand firmly in her own, Ashley peeked over her shoulder to see the Doctor prepping the syringe. He tapped it to test it and a dab of fluid shot out the glistening tip of the longest needle she had ever seen.



Ashley tightened her grip on her younger colleague’s hand and not able to bear to watch the incoming assault on tender flesh, turned her attention out the window once more. Despite the allure of warmth and freedom, the previous distractive scene had now seemed to have shifted.

The sun was now rising higher in the sky and casting a heat induced trance over the animals. The blond heifer which had previously been the center of Ashley’s envy was no longer trotting carefree, but instead was standing in the center of the pasture, alone and visibly uneasy sniffing the air. The unease was heightened as a trio of free range hens ran past in a panic clucking wildly. Ashley winced at the high pitched disturbance as rapidly approaching clicking and clacking added to the disturbing chorus. She blinked her eyes repeatedly in an attempt to refresh the scene she had hoped to find solace in.

Nurse Robinson had marched into the room, her own impractical white heels click-clacking across the linoleum floor in haste, and instantly grabbed Jenny by her upper arms and attempted to hold her still.

“Nurse! Nurse, settle her down this minute!” The Doctor was commanding as he rubbed at his shins, “She just kicked me with those pointy heels.”

“My heavens, what do you think you are doing? That is a doctor you just assaulted!”

Jenny swayed madly left and right trying to free herself, “Assaulted? Me? He was trying to assault me! Have you seen the size of those needles?”

“Look, this will all be over before you know it, if you just calm down and follow orders. Just do as you’re told, Ms. Madura.”

“And what if I don’t?! I’m a professional teacher, I’ll have you know; I have my ri…”

Robinson tightened her grip, her nails digging in, and leaned into Jenny’s face and changed her tone, “Listen you, do as you are damm well told! You are going to turn around, and bend over and stay in position and take those shots…”

Jenny shook her head and shoulders in a flutter of defiance, ultimately breaking free.

Ashley reeled her head, plunged back into the reality of the exam room at the precise moment Jenny’s open palm made impact with the Nurse’s face.

The thundering slap filled the room and the simultaneous gasp of all three women echoed. Two were gasping in disbelief of the impact, but only one realizing the true consequences of such an action.


“Young Lady! That is enough!” The Doctor yelled out, “What in the hell do you think you are doing!”

Nurse Robinson rubbed her face attempting to speak while choking back tears as he asked her if she was ok, but without waiting for a response as he had already proceeded to move her out of the way. Towering over the fresh teacher, even despite her heels, he broke out in an intimidating tirade. The scolding was so stern that even Ashley felt herself unable to make eye contact with anyone else in the room and just like Jenny found herself stepping on and off the top of her own feet in a single point anxious dance.

“Are you listening to me, Young Lady? Are you?!”  He demanded, pausing only until a set of scolded puppy eyes finally glanced up to meet his.

“Nurse, get me another vial of the vaccine, Jenny here caused me to shoot out too early and waste my dose. I’ll be sure that doesn’t happen again.”

As Nurse Robinson hid her own face she scurried out the room as the Doctor barked another order, “As for you, bend over right now! You behave yourself or I’ll make sure you remember this appointment for a very long time.”


Jenny began a stuttering plea, “Nooo. Pppleassse. I juuus, I jusss don’t underrrstand, whyyy I have tooo…” 


Ignoring her protests he reached over to grab her wrist once more with the intent to turn her around only to be caught off guard by Jenny’s high kick.

Grateful for his reflexes his thigh caught her attack, but that hardly tempered his anger from where it may have landed had she made contact with her proposed target.

“Damm it! That is enough, Young Lady! You have no business being in front of a classroom with this attitude. In fact I’m going to remind you the consequences when you misbehave in a classroom!”

In furied haste, he had sat back on the stool and swung Jenny over his lap in no time. There was no warm up or gradual rise; he began with a burst of force and a rising crescendo of slaps against unprotected flesh. Jenny yelped out for him to stop, but the Doctor simply ignored her as he proceeded to punish her bare bottom, cheeks vibrating and bouncing with every firm slap.

Nurse Robinson backed into the door of the small room, holding a filled syringe up high and froze upon turning around and being greeted by the confirmation of the noise she has clearly heard from down the hall. Her still reddened face, instantly morphed from a frown to a smug smile by what she was now witnessing. She straightened her posture proudly as she was greeted by Jenny’s ample bottom, upturned and center-stage; her unprotected flesh was being slapped as harshly as her own face had. Except over and over, and over again; and rightfully so she thought without a single ounce of compassion.



Ashley stared speechlessly at the scene unfolding before her while she rubbed her own bottom empathetically, as it was still throbbing from its own fresh, needled assault and singular opportunistic slap. From the sounds bouncing off the room, the Doctor was making his point very clear while delivering scoldings sporadically like thunder in the midst of the raining down of the continuous spanking. Ashley continued to watch as Jenny’s pale bottom filled with a deepening rose hue.

Ashley wanted to turn away from the humiliating assault, but was magnetically drawn to the unobstructed view of another grown woman practically naked and being punished like an insolent mere feet away from her. She couldn’t explain the consuming lure much less the feelings she was having.

If Jenny had only listened to her. If she had only
listened to the warnings of colleagues, done what they had been advised to do, Ashley thought, it would have all been over by now; but instead here she was. And it was then that Ashley came to a sudden realization.

Indeed Jenny had been accurate about one thing. They were not just sans-skirts as Ashley had try to tone down; no, they were in a predicament that Jenny had more accurately described. Indeed they were sans-panties, but further more they were in fact both butt naked, truly bare assed and fully exposed. She was instantly self-aware and swiped her hands away from rubbing her own bottom and proceeded to cover her modesty.


He stopped as suddenly as he had begun and preceded to stand Jenny upright, manhandling her towards and over the table, “Now that your bottom is properly prepped, let’s get these shots over with shall we?”

As she readied to pass
the syringe, Nurse Robinson failed at stiffening a giggle glancing from its sharp point to Jenny's tender blushing bottom which clearly had been no match for the Doctor's firm hand. 

“Something funny, Nurse?” the Doctor asked.

“No. No. Just was reminded of my tomato pin-cushion for some reason.”

“Uh huh”
He acknowledged, but did not understand.

In contrast, the reference instantly registered with the other women in the room. As the visual of that analogy became sharper in her mind, Jenny shuddered. It was then that she conceded, swallowing hard and releasing a steady whimper as tears began to flow.



The Doctor’s gaze was now focused. He was obviously pleased, smiling at the ripeness of Jenny’s bottom anxiously jiggling in time. Ashley saw the contempt and her mind raced. Even if she thought some of the punishment had been well deserved,
she needed to do something to save the girl.

Do something, but what?

It was then that a brilliant idea flashed in Ashley’s mind.  

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Monday, June 29, 2020

Random Thoughts - OT Ramblings and Check In

In case you missed the title this is an Off Topic post so feel free to skip my ramblings. Fair warning this is also a bit off a stream-of-consciousness unusual rant for me.

Well.
Deep breath.  



Where to begin.


It has been an extended moment since I have posted, but unlike my other absences this one has felt especially long - especially long to me. I have continued to work from home, volunteering on a regular basis throughout the week and trying to make sense of the world;
as the calendar pages fly by. The days are both strangely long as well as simultaneously slipping fast. 


What has kept my creative juices from flowing?

Well If you are anywhere on this tiny blue marble floating in space you are more than likely in the same boat as the rest of us, dealing with this ongoing plague. Yup, we are all in this together



If you happen to be in the good ol’ U S of A and live near a major metropolitan area than there is also another good chance that you are dealing with the threat of a seemingly ever rising wave of the plague. To make matters worse, I don’t know why such simple precautions as wearing a mask is being taken as a sign of attack on our personal American freedoms. How and why?! This whole thing has become yet another sad and tragic political divide. Failed leadership once more.

Between that and the civil unrests throughout the country, originating in this country and spreading internationally…. yeah I just don't know what to say. If I have anything different that I can share is that I am just surprised at the people who are surprised. Really; y'all had no idea? Really?

There is no need at the moment to repeat stats, share words of cautionary wisdom, speak to the ongoing injustices that have been going on for generations… because indeed WE ARE ALL IN THIS MESS TOGETHER! Regardless of where we fall on a color chart, or on a political ideological chart or what God we pray to; we all need to own this and find a genuine solution to it all!




Apologies for this less than inspiring post, but again I’m just at a loss at the moment.

Deep breath.

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I hope to share some new stories soon, to return to the regular programming of this blog; so if you have any preferences, drop me a note.

Since I don’t want to be a total downer, I’ll leave you with the following 3 items in hopes they make you smile.

1) Public Art - This seemingly nostalgic image, as well as the one above, were created and intended to be shared freely as public service announcements. I say well done. Share away! Click for full size and print. While you are at it, see if you can find your home country in the one above.




2) This girl is brilliant - You probably saw this on social media already, but it still makes me laugh. I did learn that the girl pictured is not only the creator of said mask, but was also selling them as a fundraiser for healthcare workers so good on her!  Indeed Mindy seems like a nice confident girl who’s not afraid of telling people whats on her mind, nor her comfort at perhaps a special skillset?




Closer image for detail:




As opposed to, lastly,
3) this Other Girl… who I am at a loss for polite words with.
If you don’t know who she is, lucky you.
 


I don't know about you, but every single time I hear her talk...


Let me just put it this way -
In case you haven’t noticed, I believe in discipline spankings. Discipline spankings best delivered on the bare with intent to leave a lasting impression in more ways than one.

If there has ever been any public figure I would love to take my leather belt to, it is to this smug, petulant little girl’s entitled ass.



You may feel different, about her and my thoughts on her - I warned you; sorry, not sorry.