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He smiled down at me, freshly orgasmic, freshly spanked, over his knee. I’d just asked him to fuck me, and I’d meant it. He put his hand back on my poor, sensitive bottom, and said, “No, Maddie. You know this isn’t the right night. I want it to be special for you.” 

I thought of arguing with him. But it seemed such a silly thing that I just giggled. He looked puzzled. “What, girl?” 

“I feel very special right now, sir. And I want you to… fuck me.” 

He smacked me then. I yelped. “You don’t argue with me, Maddie. Do you?” 

 

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“It’s nice that you’re holding me,” Maddie said. “I appreciate that you do care about me. You sadistic bastard.” I pinched her nipple, hard. “Ow! No, seriously, I do like it that you care about me. May I rub, sir?”

“No. I meant to hurt you. Stay where you are and hurt, Maddie.”I resumed the pressure on her nipple, a little harder.

She nodded. “Thank you, sir. And I do love that you’re cruel, and that you care about me. But I didn’t tell you that story so you’d sympathise with me.”

I let go of her nipple then, getting a gasp of pain from her. Then I rubbed and pressed it soothingly, since someone had to. “It’s a parable?”

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Sinful Sunday: The comforts of being good

Sometimes a good girl needs a spanking. She just does. Her skin and her soul crave it. Not too hard, not too light. Just sensual. With lots of appreciation of her beauty. 

And sometimes a good girl gets what she needs.

 

Note:

The castle again. A couple of weeks ago I published an “aftermath” picture, showing my girl sleeping afterwards. But this was taken during the enwarmening process itself.  

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kissed the tip of his cock [Maddie said], and it suddenly bounced up like a live thing that I’d disturbed. He made no sound, but he was shaking just a little, just like I was. I kissed that tip again, letting my lips enfold it. He gasped. So I was doing it right.

What surprised me was the softness. I mean it was hard, but the skin was soft, like it had peach fuzz or something. It doesn’t, but that was how it felt. I kissed it, and then opened my mouth to take him in a little more. So he couldn’t go flicking up out of my … reach.

 

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“What do you mean, ‘feel better’? Sir?”

I put my hand on her cotton-cocooned right buttock and squeezed, to remind her that there was nothing to stop her from getting her morning spanking all over again. Jennifer shivered, her soft skin and firm muscles trembling under my hand. She understood that I was threatening to repeat her spanking. But she liked my hand.

 “Some people get spanked regularly and often, Jennifer-” She made a wordless noise, not of protest but of recognition. Jennifer had learned that that was the kind of girl she was.

 

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Sinful Sunday: Don’t move till I’ve finished with you

No, girl, don’t you even think about getting up. 

There’s more? We’re not finished? 

Girl, I’ve hardly started.  

Good.

I want that ass nice and hot before I fuck you. 

Red hot?

Exactly. Blazing red, little girl. Like a firetruck, only fuckable. Now: get up on tiptoes. Good girl. And keep still. 

Even if it hurts? 

Of course it’ll hurt. And you’ll stay in place until I put the paddle down. Just do as you’re told, and you’ll be fine. 

Ummm, well..? Yes, sir.

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I’d suggested to Juniper that she might want to do a little more, to prove not just to me but to herself that she really was a good girl.

She seemed to accept the principle. But I expected some dramatic and florid ideas were passing through her head, while she tried to stare out my carpet.

“Well, I know a way, Juniper. You fully earned that spanking you just got.”

I paused and gazed at her, so that she knew something was expected. After the briefest of pauses she nodded. “Yes, sir.”

 

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Juniper couldn’t believe that she’d thanked me for spanking her, but her words still hung in the air. Her face blushed as furiously as her bottom. She squirmed, and her little skirt rode up to the tops of her thighs, exposing that white-cotton gusset between.

She’d have to stand up to pull the skirt down, and she knew she didn’t have permission. She couldn’t imagine asking for permission. So she could only blush, sometimes looking down and sometimes staring, uncertainly, into my eyes.

I smiled at her. “That’s better. The thing is, Juniper, you’re a good girl. Really.”

I looked at her. Juniper was still blushing furiously and trying hard to keep still. But she nodded. She was a good girl.

 

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Juniper had her side to me, hands hovering about the hems of her panties. She’d seen herself in the glass of my cabinet, and the glowing red of her bottom had embarrassed her. Confused, she turned to face me, panties still around her lower thighs. Her face flamed redder, once she’d forgot the warm ache in her bottom for long enough to realize the vision she was presenting me with.

Her eyes asked me the question. I said, “Yes, you can pull your panties up now, Juniper. And let your skirt down. It’s over, girl. For now.”

 

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I stroked Jennifer’s bottom and slim flanks gently, enjoying the heat radiating from her apple-red buttocks and the upper slopes of her thighs, and the relative coolness of her mid-thighs where her panties were bunched. I patted her hot little bottom again, because it was irresistible, then squeezed her. She sighed. She liked being under my hand.

What was I going to do about this? Jennifer would do whatever I said. Without limit, I knew that. But although something had become personal between us, very personal, I still had to protect her and her interests.

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