Vampire girl #17

Posted on November 9, 2012 by jaime

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“So you’d like me to say, ‘I’ve been a bad girl. Please punish me, master.’ Would that turn you on?”

Actually, it jolted my cock just hearing her quote that, even though she wasn’t exactly saying it. Not saying it on her own behalf. But I wasn’t going to admit that she had any sort of power.

“No, Diane, we’re past that. You don’t have to say anything. Not that anything you say would make any difference. I’m about to hurt you. Because you disobeyed me so you deserve it. Um, have you ever had any sort of punishment before? I mean, from a lover?”

“God no. I’ve never let – Well, never mind. No.”

“Then you’re about to lose a virginity, of sorts. It’s an honour.” She laughed. “No, seriously, Diane. It really is an honour. For me.. And I’ll kiss it good bye. That virginity, I mean. And kiss you better. But turn around now.”

“Turn? My back? To you?” Each element, she managed to convey, was questionable, and unwise.

I picked up one of the switches at my feet. It looked thin, leafy, but capable of delivering real pain. “Now.”

Diane turned her back, then took a step backwards, so her ass was just a few centimetres from my crotch.

I put put my hands on her hips and drew her back, making that contact. My cock pushed against her bottom, and I couldn’t help making a slight pumping, pleasuring motion. She was firmly, lusciously curved. I wanted her. She made a sound that I took as meaning she’d felt my cock and she approved. I sighed.

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Vampire girl #16

Posted on November 8, 2012 by jaime

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Diane had set me a challenge. But there’s a limit to how alarming a naked girl can look in a park, even with blood-red lippy and lots of mascara. So I smiled. “So, is there a bad girl in this park?”

“What would you do about it, if there was?”

“You’ll have to come here to find out.”

So this was ritual. Even she knew this game. “Um … I’m not sure I should.”

“Diane.” Now I used the command voice. “Come here. Now.”

And she took two steps forward before she thought and stopped. She frowned, hesitated.

“Come here. Girl. Now.” And then she was in front of me, hands at her sides, waiting. I put my hand on her cheek, and pushed my thumb into her mouth. She sucked, warmly. She was breathing hard. And holding her tummy in. She hoped she looked sexy. Of course she did.

“Little vampire girl, you like doing as you’re told. So you should do as you’re told. Shouldn’t you?”

Diane was still sucking, licking up and down the soft skin between my thumb and the palm of my hand. “Mmmm?”

“So you have to learn not to disobey me. It wastes my time. And yours.”

Diane bit very gently on my thumb, and then licked it better. “Mmmmm.”

“That’s why I’m going to punish you.”

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Vampire girl #15

Posted on November 7, 2012 by jaime

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I wrote the last episode of this story (Vampire girl #14, obviously) so long ago that it’s on the previous page.

I took a break mainly because I’ve been working hard on other projects and this story is hard to write. The reason it’s hard to write is mainly that its essentially a true story. So that means admitting that I was irresponsible enough to take a woman to a park wearing just a shirt, and then get her to take the shirt off. Spoilers: I’m about to do worse.

But there’s also Diane, she whose name is not really Diane. I haven’t seen her in ages, and I don’t know where she is in the world, but she might one day read this blog. If she does, I hope she’ll feel that I’ve done her some kind of justice, that I haven’t just turned her into a bdsm wank figure, or made her seem silly. She’d read other things I’ve written, and she complained that I never wrote about her. I said I probably would, but only years later. Anyway, here it is, with respectful lust, plenty of misdirection to protect her identity, and I hope some truth where it counts.

So we were in a little clump of trees, the dark part of a park. Diane had taken her shirt off, which was all she was wearing apart from her Cons All-Stars. When I told her to bring her shirt to me she’d balled it up and threw it behind her. So she was a naked girl in a park, discovering that doing as she was told was sexy, and testing to see what I’d do about disobedience.

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Vampire girl #14

Posted on October 25, 2012 by jaime

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Diane reached to undo a button – there were just three keeping the shirt on – then hesitated. She looked at my eyes. She said, “you’re not fooling me.”

“No. But you know that if you don’t get that shirt off, I’ll take this switch to the backs of your legs. Till you’re crying, and then while you’re crying. Right here, right now. You doubt that?”

“No, that’s not what you’re bluffing about. You’d do that. In a public park for fuck’s sake. You wouldn’t even think it was a weird thing to do,”

“You’re right. But why are you going to take your shirt off?”

“Because you’ll whip me if I don’t. Which, by the way, is a weird thing to do.”

“No, try again. Why are you going to do as I say?”

“Ah. Because it’s sexy. Doing as I’m told turns out to be hot. Which is weird too.”

“That’s better. But I’ll still whip you if that shirt’s not off by the time I count to five. One.”

“Wait.” Diane fumbled with buttons, hurriedly.

“Two.”

“Hey, not so fast.” But she had two buttons undone.

“No, you hurry. Three.”

“Bastard.” But she had the buttons undone, and pulled the shirt off when I said “four”.

Diane was a naked vampire, with her shirt in her hand. I never said “five”. Instead, I said, “good girl. Now give it to me.”

She looked at me, eyes, breasts, belly and cunt all turned my way. There’s power in that. And there was power in her focus on whatever I might do next, or make her do. To keep this hot I had to keep the lead. Diane crumpled the shirt into a ball. And tossed it behind her. Over her shoulder.

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Vampire girl #13

Posted on October 21, 2012 by jaime

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Diane had said that vampires didn’t get whipped. I said, “Well, you do.”

“Well, I’m a vampire pervert. Um. Jaime?”

“Yeah?”

“Does it hurt? I mean, you’re going to make me bleed, with these.” She nodded at the bundle of switches in my hand. “That’s the idea, yes? Will it hurt?”

This is why we should have started this conversation earlier. I said, “truthfully, yes. But also not exactly. If you’re turned on and it’s all working, then it’ll hurt you a lot and it won’t hurt you at all. Like firewalking. Don’t stop and you’ll sail through unharmed. But: you’ve had someone bite you.”

“Mm.”

“Well, I don’t know what that’s like, but I think this could hurt about as much, but its more like a good pain. When it’s sexy it doesn’t hurt.”

“It’s not only biting. Sometimes vampires cut the skin and suck, if they don’t want to bite.”

“Yeah, well, that’s a vampire problem, I don’t care. When I’m birching you, the issues are going to be different. And if you find it’s too much, I don’t want to be doing something that’s no fun. The main thing there is: well, you’ve heard of safewords.”

“Yeah. If I say the safeword, then you stop, right?”

“That’s right. Well, your safeword is ‘monozygotic embryology.'”

“Mono-what? My safeword is WHAT?”

“Yeah, what I mean is: you don’t need to remember a magic word. In practice, if it’s not working for you, just tell me it’s too much, or it’s not sexy, and you want me to stop it. I don’t care what words you use, and I’ll stop. And if you want I’ll fuck you stupid instead. Okay?”

“Okay. I can say ‘psychotic embolism,” or whatever that was, but I can just say, ‘hey, this is no fun.’ Okay.”

We’d calmed down too much, with all this meta-talk. It was time to pick up the energy and the pace. “Good. I’m not going to talk about rules again. Take your shirt off.”

“What?”

“Take your fucking shirt off, right here, right now in this park. Strip. Now.”

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Vampire girl #12

Posted on October 20, 2012 by jaime

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Diane scampered, shirt flapping at the tops of her thighs. This time she was all business, and she crouched to look for switches for her birching, rather than the coquettish display she’d given me earlier, all hip-swinging and wiggling, and bending, legs apart, at the waist.

There were plenty of bits of freshly fallen branch on the ground, with thin switches, still green and flexible available. She picked her switches, broke them from the branch, and brought them to me.

She probably ran a few seconds over the five minutes I’d set her, but I was watching her, and not my watch. Anyway, I had a duty of care, now that she was doing as she was told, and though I’d enjoyed making the threat, I had no intention of walking her naked through the streets, even if it was a quiet and safe neighbourhood. Still, she couldn’t be sure of that, so she hurried.

As she handed me the last switch, she was a little out of breath. She asked, “Are these okay?”

“Perfect. And in case you were wondering, you’re still a good girl.”

She grinned. “I’ve never been one of those before.”

“Have you ever been birched before? Or not just birched, whipped or caned or anything.”

“I had a boyfriend who liked to spank me. But mostly he wanted me to whip him. With a belt.”

“How did you like that?”

“It didn’t do much for me, I mean whipping him. And when he spanked me, it was kind of … pathetic. He kept asking and apologising, and it was never hard. No-one else has even tried. Vampires just don’t get whipped; you really should understand that.”

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Vampire girl #11

Posted on October 16, 2012 by jaime

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It felt odd. I hadn’t asked Diane for consent before I’d told her I was going to whip her. It was hotter that way. But I did feel I had to ask, before I called her ‘good girl’.

But it’s not so odd really. Whipping may be more formal and controlled than a bite, or a lovers’ scratch, but like them it’s about sensation. It’s literally skin deep. But if I give orders and Diane gives obedience, that’s inescapably personal. We can pretend we haven’t noticed what we’re doing, what’s happening between us, but “good girl” destroys that pretence. If I praise her for her obedience and she likes that praise, then we both now that she’s not just being a vampire girl any more.

“Good girl” means she accepts that I judge her actions and she wants my approval. That’s more intimate, and takes more power from her, than any whipping. “Good girl” may be silly, it may be cliched, but it’s currency. Once we think it’s real, it’s real. And it has power.

I squeezed her bum, then, and let her feel my cock pressing against her belly. So she knew she was wanted. Most urgently wanted. “Good. Then the fact is, you’re a good girl. A very good girl.”

Sometimes instinct leads you right and true. I leaned down for another kiss, and Diane was starry at the eyes and her smile beaming.

I slipped my fingers out of her again, and pinched her lips until she squealed.

“Here, little good girl”, I said. I undid the tails of her shirt and flicked the material a couple of times, so she was covered again, a few inches of modesty at the tops of her thighs.

Diane smiled. “Thank you.”

“Now get me ten more switches like that. You’ve got five minutes. If you take longer, you’ll be walking home with that shirt right up over your head. With your arms in it. That’s if you’re wearing anything at all. Understood?”

“Yes!”

“Good girl.” I smacked her bottom again, since smacking her felt good, and to demonstrate that she didn’t get asked for permission for that. I’d help myself. “So get moving.”

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Vampire girl #10

Posted on October 15, 2012 by jaime

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Diane walked towards me, carrying a length of ash twig that bore its own load of emotional and sexual meaning, since I’d said I was going to whip her with it. And because those words still echoed a bit, and her cunt, exposed by her unbuttoned shirt, was cool in the night air, getting closer to me with every step, her confidence faltered. She wasn’t quite happy by the time she stood in front of me and handed me the switch.

I took it from her and told her it was a good piece, well chosen. Then I put it down, leaning it against my leg, and gathered her in, one arm round her waist and one hand patting her ass. Cold bottom it was, and nicely curved. Pat. Pat. Then I slipped my fingers back into her.

She exhaled. But she was still frowning.

I said, “It’s okay. You look absolutely beautiful. And you’re even sexier than you were thinking you were, when you picked this up.”

That got a little laugh from her, and I felt her body relax. “Diane, some girls like it – even if they’re going to get a whipping – some girls like to be told when they’re being a good girl.”

“Hmmm.” A sceptical noise.

“Just so they know they’re not getting a whipping because I think badly of them, and I’m not angry with them. On the other hand, you could, um, make a case that it’s a fucking patronising thing to say.”

She laughed again. “Oh, could you? On the other hand, it’s a perverted thing to say.” She spoke into my shoulder, roughly where she’d bitten me.

“So, do you want me to tell you when you’re being a good girl?”

She looked up at me. “Yes please. I’d like that. Do.”

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Vampire girl #9

Posted on October 14, 2012 by jaime

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Diane kissed my fingers goodbye, and turned away to search for the right kind of ash switches for her birch. She left the shirt tied at the back, so that apart from her shoes she was still naked from the waist down.

There could be no question. She was flaunting. This was a flaunt.

She had her own power in this situation, and she was going to use it. Any sort of movement seemed to require wiggling, and when she picked up a piece of branch from the ground, she kept her legs parted and straight and bent from the waist. I watched her pick her first piece, looking at the thin end, checking for whippiness and for buds.

She was about to swing it, to test it for whippiness and bite. Then she stopped herself suddenly, and glanced at me.

She didn’t want to hear it whistling through the air: that would be too much complicity in her own birching. She was discovering some of the complicated psychological pleasures that came with collecting the switches for her own birch.

But the switch she’d found passed her inspection and she kept it, tucking it under her arm. She turned away again to resume the search. “No,” I said. “Not like that. Bring it here.”

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Vampire girl #8

Posted on October 13, 2012 by jaime

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I’d promised Dianne I’d birch her until I’d drawn blood.

She looked thoughtful, then pleased. “Until I bleed.” Now Diane was happy again. She owned a tee-shirt that said: “The blood is the life”, quoting Dracula’s hapless little helper Renfield. She was getting back to vampirey ground, and territory she knew. The odd thing was that I was leading, but apart from having reading the Bram Stoker novel I didn’t know much about this stuff.

I’d seen a few vampire films, but I’d given vampires a miss after letting myself be dragged to Queen of the Damned, even though I’d seen Interview with a Vampire. No force on earth could drag me to another one. Anyway, Diane was interesting in ways that vampires weren’t.

I said, “That’s right. So. See this switch? You’re going to collect me another eleven pieces just like it.”

“You’re going to make a birch for me?”

“You’re going to prepare it for me. I want you look for pieces that are as thin and whippy as possible at the end. The twigs should be green and flexible. Strip the leaves off. Like this one. And see these little hard bits, like buds?”