Monday, October 4, 2021

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.


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

"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,
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, s
he 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."


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

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