Story Excerpt: Silent Night

I can't believe we are this far into the Holiday Season and at Years End already!

Honestly, I've never been a big, over-the-top, holly-jolly Christmas type. Maybe that is no big revelation and you might have guessed that about me, but I do have my valid reasons.

That being said, I don't know about you, but it has been an extra struggle to get into the festive holiday spirit this year. I'm certain part of it has to do with the ongoing, seemingly never-ending, COVID and its related losses. Plus, it has been a particularly tough year personally due to some major life events, some of which I have shared here and others even more recent sad news I have yet to share. 

Closer yet, there seems to be a subtle feeling going around the blogosphere that I've been picking up on. The energy doesn't quite seem to be on full throttle holiday cheery mode.

If I had it in me to share a new full story with you, I would. Unfortunately, that is not the case today. Therefore and instead I offer you an excerpt of a story - somewhat of a holiday story in that it takes place during the holidays. I hope you can follow along and find some joy in it, if nothing else at least a distraction.

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“Another?”

“No. I’m good” and “No” the replies overlapped.

A gruff hoarse response contrasting and overshadowing the other squeak and whisper.

“Come on, I believe one more is in order.”

The simple conversations broke the otherwise silent night.

A clink and a chug of thick liquid. Silence followed by a couple of footsteps and then a slap. A muffled protest.

Footsteps.  

Daniel sat back down into the wooden chair, picking up his mug of eggnog in the process and joined his friend once more as they both stared out the large breakfast nook window.

The two men sat in silence characteristically while nursing their drinks.

Just outside, the soft falling rain emptying the last of the clouds seemed to overpower the sounds inside the house.

The silence inside continued uninterrupted, but for the intervals of audible sips and clinks of ceramic onto the wooden table and an occasional lone almost indistinct murmur.

It was all finally broken by the pushing back of wood on wood.

“Well Daniel, I appreciate the hospitality, but it is getting late,” as he stood up, steadied himself with the help of the wooden arm of the chair, and ceremoniously stretched out his hand in front of him.

Daniel shot up to his feet, responding almost instinctualy, “You’re welcome to stay Walter,”

“What? Speak up man.”

“You are welcome to stay,” he repeated loudly.

“No. It’s late,” Walter grumbled fiddling with his ear.

“Well if you feel like talking some more tomorrow or need a ride to church in the morn', give a ring.”

“No way am I going to that pseudo god-fearing, modern attitude converted mass. Back in my day, we didn’t have all this ‘acceptance’ nonsense. We rightfully feared God.”

“Come on, I’ve told you about that. Fr. Mario is a good guy. Sure he’s young and all, but he’s still a priest…”

“Says you!” Walter interrupted, not moving from his position just extending his hand further.

Daniel walked over and grabbed the older man’s hand and held it firmly, “Not me, says the Church.”

“Nonsense. Out of my way.”

Daniel stepped aside as Walter reached for the back door.

“Come on Diablo!”

A shuffle of claws on hardwood grew louder as the dog rose to his feet. The large intimidating canine slowly headed towards his master, but not without first making a stop. Sniffing the floor and further diverted himself following flesh for a moment, lifting his head and poking his nose upward.

“Stop it. Stop it,” Rebecca swatted behind her without turning around.

Walter snapped his fingers and his companion immediately trotted to him.

“Say good night to that Rebecca girl, will ya."

“I will.”

"She's the one you should be worried about, Church doesn't seem to be doing that one any good." Walter muttered on as he exited the house, stepping into the night led by his dog and aided by his white walking stick. "If she had manners she'd be here saying...” 

 
“You know he shouldn’t be walking alone, let alone in the rain. You really should walk him home.”

“He can handle himself. And besides there is no way he’d let me.”

“I don’t understand that.
Or how you two just stare off into space without talking for so long.”

“We communicate.”

“But you don’t talk.”

“We communicate. You don’t get it.”

“You’re right. I don’t.”

Daniel sat back in his chair, reached for his drink and gulped the last of the spiked nog before putting down the empty vessel with a bang.

“Just because you think you need to be talking every waking moment. You could learn a lot from keeping silent once in awhile. Apparently you still haven't learned your lesson.”

Taking an audible deep breath, he stood up, walked over and stood behind her.

“Oww!” she nearly hopped up from the impact of his hand against her barely shielded bottom.

“Come on let’s go to bed,” he extended his hand.

She looked over her shoulder and took his hand. Slowly turning she stood up and then stretched and shook out her bare feet. She attempted eye contact for a quick moment, and then realizing once more that she never could read him, quickly gave up and instead proceeded to smooth down her dress.

“Wait, I want to finish my drink,” she hesitated.

He stared at her firmly.

“May I finish my drink, Sir.”

“Much better. Go ahead.”

He walked away, opened the screen door and stepped out onto the back porch. The clouds were running across the sky leaving random rips between them where the dark sky and forgiving twinkles of the stars shown through. The twinkle of our pasts letting us know that there was hope.

She eased herself into the chair, but shot up on contact. She tried again resting herself only partly onto the wooden seat. Taking a soft sip of her drink she stared out at his silhouette. She wished she could understand him more, but at least she knew that he understood her.

But more importantly she knew he understood what she needed. 

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I hope you were able to follow along and find some joy in it.

Even better, if you are a long time reader here and you recognized some if not all the characters. I hope so as well. If you do, please let me know.

Relevant comments always appreciated and don't forget to vote. One poll for the Ladies and one poll for the Gents.

Everyday Gratitude: Grateful Thoughts Revisited

To my fellow American friends; Did you have a grateful and restful Thanksgiving Day?
Hope you did and are having a nice extended weekend break as well. 

Politics of the day aside and focusing only on the element of gratitude, I'm still not sure why Thanksgiving Day is just one day - Why can't we be grateful year round?

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I found this illustration years ago and it became an instant favorite of mine.
However, the answer may not be immediately obvious as some may think.
Then why you may ask? Well, I will counter that question with my own question:
 
What is the first thing that comes to your mind when you see this illustration?
(Don't forget you can click on the image to enlarge it.)

 

You know you are a spanking enthusiast if the first thing that comes to mind is probably something different than what Pilgrim Smith here, had in mind; ever grateful upon seeing this helpless heroine. Yes, did your mind wander to...

all the way to...

yes, a spanking!

Okay perhaps you thought a caning, a strapping or a belting - I’ll take those answers as one in the same with my answer of a spanking.

However, If I shared this image with most of my friends, male friends in particular, I am pretty damn certain that "a spanking" would not be the first thing to come to their minds.

So I ask, am I truly amongst like-minded friends here in blogland?
If so tell me, when you first saw this illustration, what was the first thing to come to YOUR minds?

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A few extra random thoughts:
I am also curious on details and ask, what happened to her bloomers or pantaloons or panties? I am not a historian so don't know what they would have looked like exactly, but was expecting to see them down around her ankles or discarded near her bonnet. 

Also to clarify, once I was done with spanking her, then yes other thoughts would cross my mind. Mainly making use of her innocent, now red-hot, bottom for other non-Puritan uses.

If you have any information on the artist that would be appreciated. I have it noted as possibly being Norman Saunders, but can't seem to find it online anywhere to confirm which is in of itself rather surprising. Google reverse image search used to be so much better.

Lastly, did you spot the lurker?

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Oh, and a final note, it isn't too late to comment on my previous post. I know, I know; two posts in one week for me might be shocking, but take advantage and share your Thanksgiving related thoughts there and here.

Ramblings for an Autumn Kitten

Another stream-of-consciousness post.

Ramblings for an Autumn Kitten

Wait, wait...It is Winter, not Autumn. You say.

Technically you are incorrect.
You may feel like it is Winter, the world already may be starting to look like Winter, Nature may be preparing herself; but we are still in Autumn for just shy of another month.

Okay, fine.

Since it is late Autumn, my favorite time of the year, my mind has been wandering more so than usual and is stirred constantly by reminders of all that which we associate with this season; falling leaves, pumpkins, Pumpkin Spice Lattes, turkeys, Thanksgiving…

And your point?

You see, this melancholic time also reminds me of a dear girl who was close to me once and whose since seemingly gone stray. She was the younger one, who shares our persuasion, but has no intent or desire (and also due to the benefit of her physical traits) to focus on a singular partner. You might recall her if you are a regular reader here and also have an impeccable memory.

She has an honesty about herself that I adore, but also is a bit too genuine in her self-deprecating manner at times. (For clarification I am not referring to the "self-deprecating" trait some people pretend to have in order to make themselves more likeable. Some find that endearing, I just find it fake and annoying).

One evening, in an Autumn that feels both just as if it were last week and simultaneously as if  years ago, we were taking a late night walk with the intent and opportunity for her to offload some of the heavy weight of her current life’s concerns to me. As we approached a business district corner she motioned if we could go into that popular mermaid café. You know the one. The one on every other corner of every major US city and airport.

“I need my Pumpkin Spice Latte,” she whispered and bowed her head.

“Really?”

“Yes, I know.”

“I mean, no really; you?”

I was genuinely surprised, not by the choice of beverage in of itself, as you may assume, but rather that she was interested in such. It was such a stark contrast to her dark personality and persona.

Misunderstanding my questioning, she looked up at me, puppy-dog-eyes peering up from behind thick glasses and below her wide brimmed and oversized black floppy, and shrugged,

“Sorry. Despite it all, I’m just a basic bitch. Hat and all.”

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As you may be aware, Pumpkin Spice Lattes (PSLs) have become part of the American landscape. And in the latter half of their existence, their detest has also become an equally huge part of the mainstream landscape.

There continues to be a lot of fun being poked at those who enjoy the hot beverage as evidenced with just these few examples below. I'll admit I do indeed find them humorous. Tell me you don't?

Kidding aside and digging deeper, and also admitting I may be very late to this debate, I’ll state my facts.

Look, I’ve never tried a PSL and neither have I ever felt the desire. No bigger reason than just personal preference. My preferences are exactly that, mine. Not to be imposed on others. And vice versa. Simple.

Therefore, I don’t understand the backlash against PSLs. I don’t get it, never have. To each their own is sort of my belief on most commercialized things (on most things actually).

I recently stumbled across a few articles, including this one and this one, which argues that the anti-PSL stance is really at its root about sexism and possibly yet another sign of misogyny. This of course can be its own debate, but for the time being let’s stick to the surface argument.

That a young lady feels shamed for liking what she likes because it is deemed basic, an often “white-girl” beverage of preference, is really disappointing to say the least.

Circling back to a particular young lady, that even she felt she had to second-guess her comfort drink even to me - someone in her trusted sphere, says so much.


Not only did she have the drink, but I proudly bought it for her because in my book there is no shame in finding tiny comforts when this harsh world gets too heavy.  

This image reminds me of said dear girl in so many ways including many physical, beautiful things about her (Well, minus the ample chest, but definitely not excluding the forced presentation of her lightweight gauzy white triangle, that beckoning and welcoming kitten door). I so often wonder where she is, especially now during this melancholic, forced gratitude, time of year.

So tell me, are YOU a fan of Pumpkin Spice Lattes?

And if you know the origin of such image let me know as google reverse image search has failed me yet again.

LOL XVI

Welcome one and all, it is LOL XVI.

Yes, another edition of the yearly event with an all new twist because LOL is no longer solely “Love Our Lurkers”; but is now the all encompassing “Love Our Lifestyle”.

So what does this mean exactly?
I am not sure how other bloggers will handle this year differently, but I do encourage you to visit them all and find out!

You can visit them all via an easy blog-hop from Hermione’s, our official host, blog; linked for your convenience right here.

As far as how I plan to acknowledge this event here this year, I’ll focus on part of what this new title, “Love Our Lifestyle”, means to me. Just a part.

To me it is an opportunity to remind you all that this is a welcoming place for those that share this lifestyle interest. You know the one - TTWD.

• A reminder that this is a welcoming blog for those who enjoy the D/s lifestyle, but in particular for those who prefer their dynamic in any of its M/f iterations.
  
  
• From general M/f relationships dynamics that exist as such, but aren’t often clearly labeled as D/s, but are in fact just that.
  
  
• From those “unlabeled” dynamics, to the titled and clearly defined relationships such as D/lg or CG/lg. With the submissive side also possibly being everything from and including lg, to princesses and pets and even on rare occasion a brat.
  
  
• And perhaps this is a most welcome blog for those who unapologetically enjoy the cornerstone of these M/f relationships – Domestic Discipline.

So now that you know where you are at – Welcome!

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

This go around, I will ask all a unified question:

• Do you simply visit here because it is just another like-minded blog,
  another friendly voice, in this overall shared lifestyle?
  
  
• Or is there anything that draws you to this blog in particular?
  (Is there something unique that you read here that appeals to you)?

There are no wrong answers, just honest answers. And besides I'm just curious.

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If you are new here, you should take a moment to read the description below*** so that you are clear what this blog is and more importantly what it is not. 

Just as well, if you’ve been here before, a yearly reminder wouldn’t hurt.

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***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.

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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

What’s your preference?

So I’ve been wondering …

We all share similar general preferences. At least in regard to that TTWD.
(Or TTWe Wish We Still Did or TTWe Wish We Did More Of.)

Now taking into account how we digest our entertainment has changed tremendously in the past few years, more so in the last ten and of course in the last two decades. It is all constantly changing and thus has an effect. As one example, spanking magazines are possibly an unfortunate "casualty" due in part to the changes of technology. (Unless there are some still being published and I am unaware of and if so feel free to correct me). 

Therefore I was wondering, what is your preference, your main go-to, for spanking entertainment?

• Are you a true traditionalist who prefers the written word?
  
• Or Are you a modern traditionalist who prefers spanking videos?
  
  

And even within these two main camps, there are so many sub preferences.

For example as far as videos, do you pay for paid membership or one off streamings or do you still purchase hard media (i.e. DVDs)?

Or do you just go to the big p*hub and s*tube and download your content there for free*.

        (*Which is a whole thing I’m clueless yet also curious about - as in: Is all that material pirated or do the original producers get some kind of cut? But how do they get a cut if it is all free to watch?)

 On the flip side, for those of you who prefer the written word, do you buy and
 download e-books or possibly even order physical books still?          
  
 Or do you just seek out blogs for free content?

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I would guess most of us are likely a mixture of the two main groups, but I'm wondering what is your overall preference? What is the first thing you would reach for so to speak, a written story or a video of some sort?

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And then I wonder about the bigger picture, as in did the COVID World Shut Down alter your preferences and intake? Or did it stay the same? Or did it even possibly increase?


See, I have plenty of questions today, but so few answers.

Yet I am extremely curious to hear about your preferences.

So pull up a chair and grab a warm cup and do share your thoughts. Remember there are no wrong answers here, nor judgement, simply your preferences.

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Top Image by Gil Elvgren (1959)
Bottom Image TBR Possibly from a Brown & Bigelow calendar. 

 

 

Happy Wednesday

Happy Wednesday or is she?

This adult Wednesday doesn't appear too happy does she?

Did I disturb you, young lady?

What are you working on there? Is that your Tarot deck and Book of Spells? 

What have I told you about playing with those?

Did you forget what I warned you about, the Rule of Three?

Naughty Girl, those curses are going to come back and bite you, bite you in the ass.
Your bottom is going to get punished in three different ways.

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Who wouldn't want to punish this petulant Wednesday?

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Who's ready for Halloween? I cant believe we are only a few days away.

Any plans or costumes you care to share?   

 

Random and Selective Update

Back in July I posted an update on some of my personal going-ons and felt it might be time for a follow up. Not so much for anyone’s sake as opposed to my own, as I doubt most of you visit here with the primary purpose of hearing my personal ramblings. No shame in coming here for the eye candy and narrative sweets I share. If you are so inclined and or prudent you can see my July Update post, linked here, in order to refresh your memory.

If you don’t care about any personal ramblings about some of my select relationships, you can skip this post all together or scroll down past these next few paragraphs.
 
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The State of Dating - A Selective Update

The NotofthisLifestyle - As I had previously mentioned, the relationship with the one girl who I was dating in early 2020, but was not of our persuasion, had come to an end. Although the romantic relationship was over, I still had intents and interest in keeping the platonic friendship alive. Sparing you the details, what I have learned is that not everyone shares a desire to keep a friendship with their ex’s even when the breakup is amicable. The bad side of her character came forward. I’m not sure what the biggest take away is; if I am shocked by what was revealed, happy that I saw when I did (and not while in the relationship) or simply just disappointed that I had mistook someone’s character so incorrectly.
 
The Submissive - Another relationship I had referenced was a more recent one with a girl who had gone thorough her own journey of self discovery to come to acceptance of her own genuine submissive personality. Although this might appear on the surface as the ideal dream girl for someone like me, there were many things that didn’t feel quite right. In brief, for some reason or another, the spark wasn’t lit as bright and steady as it should be. (My previous July Update post has more details if you are needing a longer explanation.)

So as far as this relationship goes, to update, I recently called it off. It was a hard decision, but after adjusting to it I think it was the best thing to do, and yes the best for both of us. People deserve to be adored by those they are in a relationship with, although it can never truly be equal, it shouldn’t be heavily weighted on one side.

To add to that, yes this lifestyle is important to me and crucial; but the foundation of any lasting relationship is more than just physical. (And to clarify, a relationship is the only thing she wanted and not just a play partner.)

Is that too sentimental for some of you?
Sorry, not sorry.  I am not one to take advantage of others.

So...all this has led me back to a familiar road, unfortunately. Back tracking to this road, a road that feels like starting over. And yet, I hope this time it leads me to finding something out there that fits all my needs just right and on all levels.

Yes it is highly probable that what I seek is waning and improbable. Nevertheless I shall seek.

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And if you have read all that, I’ll leave you with some eye candy as a reward.

Some good ol’ tried and true OTK Spanking imagery and one of my favorites (although I don't know its origin):

Also, because it is Wednesday after all and I am long overdue on my Wednesday theme posts, one of which is Windy Wednesday. And the following is indeed a beautiful example of a Windy Upskirt, dare to tell me I'm wrong:

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No polls this week, but as always, your thoughts and comments are always appreciated.

Enjoy your week and continue to be safe out there.

Revisited: Top Logic or Double Standard?

I was actually hoping to share a new story this weekend, but the days are slipping away fast and the motivation to edit draft stories is hard as I’m constantly being drawn out of the zone due to my thoughts drifting back to this seemingly never ending plague. Is it just me or do others feel the same?

Therefore I searched the archives to bring you this little treat. I originally published this years ago. Yes, literally years. Not sure if any of you would remember it, but I am re-sharing it now. I’ve updated and edited this vignette.

Oh the days before mandatory masks, of casually strolling through busy streets...

As always, but especially in theses days, I hope this tale serves as a momentary distraction.

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top noun log•ic noun

: When a dominant partner attempts to explain to a young lady the reason for providing systematic firm correction of incipient failures after they occur, but prior to developing into major defects. - author: Enzo

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"But whyyy? Whyyy, did you have to spank me, I didn't do anything wrong?!" she daringly interrupts, wincing her petulant face towards me while simultaneously attempting to look away in apparent dread of my response.


"You still fail to understand. You have no one to blame but yourself. This is your own fault!"


"Bubu, butt...I didn't do anything wrong today, it's still morning!" she pouts.


"That is exactly the problem, you don’t think you did anything wrong. Tell me Young Lady, what is wrong with what you were wearing out in public this morning?”


"Umm…I don’t knooo. It was just the same thing; same way as how I’m dressed nooww." she responds while pulling down at the hem of her shorts in an attempt to cover her bottom cheeks. It is to no avail as the well-stretched cotton simply snaps back up to its former place, once more leaving ample amounts of desirable flesh exposed.




"Yes, I know you went out how you are dressed now; but I asked you a very specific question. What is wrong with what you are wearing for public?”

She blinks rapidly as her mind attempts to process, "Umm…bubu, butt..., I thought  you liked me wearing these lil' shorts.”

“I do like you wearing those shorts. At home.” I explain as I undo the metal buckle and pull off my belt in a single tug. The swish of leather dominates the room. I gather the black cowhide in my hands, turn it once upon itself and snap it with a loud crack to emphasize my statement.

She shudders at the sound of the threat and replies, answering directly to it, “But, but you said you liked how they show off my butt.”

“Yes, they do show off your big juicy ass. They show it off nicely because they hardly cover it! Which does not mean I like you parading your ass around town in that outfit.”

“It was just a quick run to Starbucks; down to Main Street. I just needed my pumpkin spice latte. I heard it just went on sale, so I walked down to Main in like less than thirty minutes. I mean hardly anyone I knew saw me. I doubt anyone really noticed.

It was okay really; the rude comments were only from two ladies…I mean it wasn’t any of the guys…I mean they looked, I could tell, but it isn’t like they said anything. They just stared at me, but that’s it, so it's fine, right?”

“I don’t like you dressing like this when I am not around. With your ass cheeks on display. Now bend over, I’m not finished with you yet!”

“"Bubu, butt, I...I’m done. It hurts. Your hand really hurt a lot already. I just wannnna go shower…”

“You should have showered and changed before you went out this morning. Not gone out in what you wore to bed.”

“Bu..buuut, I didn’t wear these to bed; you know I just wear panties to bed."

“The point is that those shorts are so damn tight and short, I am sure anyone who saw you strutting you ass around this morning, thought you were just wearing panties!”

“Butt..but they aren’t and, and I have panties on underneath! Besides, I really thought you liked them?!”

“You don’t get it. That’s why you need this. If you want to show off your ass, you can show off your spanked red ass.”

I tug at her shorts, struggling to get them over her ample bottom while she squirms and peddle-kicks in place, protesting to no avail. A moment later her shorts are down and greeting her ankles. I proceed to tug and pull at her panties which seem to put up a fight all on their own. I end up having to roll them over on themselves only to fold them down again over her ample cheeks. Finally her appropriately colored panties surrender. I leave them high taught around her thighs; both for my own visual pleasure, but also knowing full well how she hates this placement, how it magnifies her humiliation. 

Without further warning, I release the belt and it lands on her unprotected skin with a merciless slap.

“Owww! Fuhhhh…Ohohoh…” she lurches forward into the sofa, her fingernails dig into upholstered fabric, her toes on end nearly leaving the cold wooden floor while she inhales sharply and slowly releases a high pitched shriek.

I follow through with four more swings. Four more heat inducing, instantaneously throbbing smacks of dark harsh leather against delicate, naked pale flesh. All precisely aimed where they will cause the most impact and leave the longest impression, the crease of her sit spot.

Her perky bottom jiggles uncontrollably upon every impact. To which she involuntary further follows through with immediate, repetitive clenching and releasing of her cheeks. She hides her head in the cushions knowing that her movements are revealing so much, so much more than just her bare bottom.

I place my hand softly on her throbbing cheeks to gauge the temperature. Her bottom radiates a warm heat as expected, but something instantly catches my eye. She flinches as my hands spread her cheeks apart as I confirm my suspicions.

"Really, Young Lady?”

I say nothing more, but shake my head and proceed to pull down further on the thin waistband of her panties positioning them further down, now just above her knees at half-mast, before releasing the elastic with an intentional snap. Her only response a muffled whimper.

I raise the belt high and release the final strike aimed squarely across the center of her wide cheeks. It hits the target with an echoing impact, but her scream never comes. Instead she clenches tightly and pulls her legs together. The precise strike slowly reveals itself in a darkening blush outline on her cheeks as the almost audible sound of her dainty white panties slipping and falling softly past her knees and down her calves.

Sensing I am done, she pulls her shoulders back and then brings her arms into her chest embracing herself and exhales. I relax and lower my hand. The punisher retreats victorious, guided slowly, weaving in and around before I secure it in place behind temporary bars until it is called upon again.

I wait for her to catch her breath before giving out reminders and instructions; “I’ll see you tonight for dinner so be sure you get yourself cleaned up and feeling pretty by the time I get back.”

Clearly choking back tears, she glances over her shoulder hesitantly while still bent over the small love seat. Her voice cracks as she asks, “Sooo, wha, wwhere are we goin'? Wat do, wat do you want me to wear?”

“Did you forget, we are meeting up with Jasmine and her new boyfriend for drinks and burgers tonight?

I’ll make it simple on you. Real simple in fact. Wear something that shows off those nice long legs of yours; a pair of your nice strappy heels.

Just pick a pair that goes with shorts.

Except you won’t be wearing shorts; you'll only be wearing these again tonight!"

Turning her head sideways she looks up at me; her expression spent and perplexed.

“Let me spell it out for you, young lady. You’ll only be wearing these panties.”

Her gentle mouth drops open as her naturally large eyes bulge further from the shock.

“What? They cover about the same amount of your ass as those shorts do and you didn’t seem to have a problem parading around in those earlier, did you?

And since it is only down on Main Street; we will walk.
Its a simple thirty minute walk, right?"

Her lip begins to tremble and her eyes bulge further as the realizations flood in.

Don't worry. It'll be fine.

It’ll be just like wearing those shorts. Just like it.
I doubt anyone will really notice.
Isn't that what you said before?

 
Plus, I'm sure hardly anyone will be out on such beautiful rare warm evening like tonight. Right?

You'll be fine.
In fact, it will be good for you."

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I hope you enjoyed that excerpt. So was it a well deserved belting? And what about the required outfit for that evening?

Always appreciate any feedback especially comments.

Two polls for the Ladies and two polls for the Gents today: