Tuesday, October 23, 2007

If I Were a Male Top...

So, girls, if you were a male top, how would you be?

I would be a teaser. I would be sarcastic. I would be witty. I would dare the bottom to break the rules. I would never stop in the middle of a spanking, no matter what. I would play the cats and mice game, always giving a false hope. I would keep my promisses. I would be inventive. And I would announce the spankings unexpectedly and matter-of-factly.

How I wish I were a male top really... Maybe in another life. 'Cause I hope I will care my interest into my next life...


Initially I stopped there and published the post. Then I remembered something I did. A few years ago I was using a spanking chat room and once, my friend dared me to log in as a male top. In a virtual world, everything is possible. It's the same as playing a PS2 or PC game, with you being the main male character. It's like playing Leisure Suit Larry and trying to fuck all the girls in town.

When you are a female bottom you certainly know what female bottoms need and want. More or less, they are all the same. Women have something which most men don't have as tops. They like to play weird games and to tease. I cannot explain in which sense, but it certainly is different from men. So if you find such a top, hold onto him. ;)

So I got in, found a victim, and started my game. It was so much fun that I did the same the next day, same girl. Then I had to stop mostly because she wanted more than spanking and I'm not into that. Strange for some, but I achieve all I need through spanking. If God left me only with spanking, I would not complain one bit.

Feeling the power a top has - both through the status and through the simple fact that a man is stronger than a woman - made me feel great. So to the "If I were a Top..." I can also add... "I would be evil". I was evil. Which made the girl like it even more. What's wrong with girls? hehe

Monday, October 22, 2007

Spanking Story: You Should Have Expected This

Now this is funny! I'm gonna drive you mad with my M/m spanking stories. Sorry people, but this flows through my mind, and I have no problem anymore bringing it out - as intense, as ruthless, as powerful as I feel it. Why should I restrain from writing what I feel? I mean, as it was said in SSS, maybe your kink is not my kink and v.v. So, who wants to enjoy it, can do that.

Oh, boy! *evil grin* Guess what! I feel great!

Blah blah all disclaimers apply etc etc. Now read.


It was three weeks into school when Alex took a break again. And it was more than five weeks after a promised spanking that had never happened.

“Dude, just call his Dad,” the big guy said. “He’s gone into mushroom land.”
On the floor, staring at the ceiling, breathing with difficulty, Alex whimpered.
“Don’t mind him, he’s gone. Just call. I don’t want to see him dead.” The guy stood up and started collecting the cans of beer spread on the floor.
With Alex’s phone in his hand, Josh was sitting on the couch, smoking his cigarette. He stared a few minutes at the phone, then at Alex, then back at the phone.
“He’s gonna kill us if we do it…” – Josh said with a serious look in his eyes.
“You have a better idea? Maybe an ambulance? They will call his parents anyway, you idiot. So call! You know what? Gimme the fucking phone, I’ll call! He’s in a coma almost!” He took the phone, took a deep breath. “Ok, that’s it.” He searched for the name and called. “It’s ringing… Gimme a cigarette and a lighter… Fast! I can’t talk –“

“Hey Alex!”
“Ummm… Hello Mister Pierce… It’s not Alex, it’s Mike, his classmate.”
“Hello Mike. What can I do for you?”
“Sir… I think you should come over and pick up Alex. He’s not feeling too good.”
“What happened?”
“Ummm… We played a game and he drank a little too much … ummm…” – Mike lost his concentration while watching Josh’s frantic signs: ‘Don’t mention the joints’ – his friend was whispering. “Umm… he mixed some stuff and he’s not feeling good at all. We wanted to call the ambulance but…”
“What did he mix?”
“Just some stuff and-“
“Michael Miller, I have asked you a question! What did he mix?”
“Beer, whisky, and joints, Sir.” His friend slapped his forehead.
“Where are you?”
“Josh’s place. Do you know-“
“I’ll be there in a second. Roll him on his right side in case he needs to vomit.”
“Yes, Sir.”

Mike stared blankly.
“Why did you tell him?” – Josh asked.
“Don’t be an idiot! Just clean the mess and get rid of the joints… And help me roll him on his right side. Alex? Hey, Alex?”
Alex moved his head a few inches and mumbled.
“What did he say?” – Josh asked.
“He said you’re a dork. Now roll him over.”


Alex first woke up around two in the morning. His stomach was too full to let him sleep. He felt the thick saliva gathering in his mouth. He managed to lift himself on an elbow. The dim light in the room cast deep shadows over the floor. His Dad had fallen asleep in the armchair. The room was spinning madly, but he pushed himself into a sitting position, trying to gather his thoughts. His mind was still a foggy place to think in.

He managed to sit up, stomach pushing towards his chest.
I’m gonna puke. I need to puke. – was all he could think of. And if I don’t move fast, I will do it on the carpet. He tripped as he tried to stand up, tumbled, and fell hitting his elbow hard on the floor.

“Alex?” – His father called, and his tone was as clear as if he had never been asleep.
“I need to puke…”
Jack ran to him and picked his son up. Convulsions were already shaking Alex’s body.
“If you need to puke before we reach the bathroom, don’t hold it inside, you hear me?”


That’s the only scene Alex could remember from last night.

On the couch, knees gathered at his chest, he was sipping his tomato juice. It was Friday, a normal school day, but not for him. He had vomited until exhaustion last night, until there was nothing else to take out but acid bile. His head howled with throbbing pain, as if an army of midgets were tap dancing on his brain. His Dad had pulled the curtains shut. On TV, a blondish guy was reporting about last night’s attacks in Mosul.

“How’s your head?” – Jack asked, returning from the kitchen with a coffee for himself.
“Better, I think…” Alex expected some lecturing and he knew it was only a matter of time before his Dad would start the assault.
“Good. You could have died, you know that?”
Alex nodded, playing with his glass. “I can’t…”
“Just drink it.”
Alex smirked at the red thick liquid and with a grimace, took another sip.

He waited for his Dad to say something. Anything. But Jack drank his coffee and watched the news.
“Dad? Don’t you have work today?”
“Dr Howard will cover for me.”
“Did you talk to Mom?”
“Are you asking me if I told her?”
Alex nodded.
Jack shook his head. “No. She has enough things to worry about with your Granma being sick and all that.”
“I didn’t want to get drunk, you know?”
“You shouldn’t start that now. We have plenty of time to discuss it.”

Crap! – Alex though. What? You were thinking you could get away with it?
“You’re not going to work today then, are you?
“No. I don’t think that I would be able to open and close anybody safely today…”
“I’m really sorry…”
Total silence.
“Am I grounded?”
Jack put his cup down and a funny smile rose on his lips. He turned his amused face to Alex and assumed a thinking position, his forefinger on his chin. “Oh, let me think… Should I ground you or not? I wonder if what you did was worth grounding you? Tough question, Alex!”
“It was a mistake… Everyone does something stupid like this once in a while. Especially at my age. You could have expected it…”
“Are you blaming me for not expecting my son - whom I thought to be mature enough - to drink countless cans of beer and glasses of whisky and smoke joints? At fifteen?”
“No, Dad, what I meant was –“
“Yes, you are grounded. Not only grounded, mind me. You have the mother of all spankings waiting for you! Say thank you it is Friday and you don’t go to school tomorrow, because hell, Alex, this is going to be the longest weekend of your life!”
“And don’t tell me you weren’t expecting it! After what you’ve pulled in the first semester and then during the spring break… and now this! You’ve earned it big time, mister!”
“But if I hadn’t done it I wouldn’t have known how bad it was, you know?”
“Don’t play with me! Drink your juice-“
“But I didn’t want it to end like this!”
“Drink your juice, go take a shower, and then take the pills on the table. Enough excuses.”

Alex mumbled something under his breath.
“What was that?” – Jack asked.
Alex looked up from his hands with an innocent face.
“What did you mumble?”
“I didn’t mumble anything! I have a fucking headache and you keep questioning me as if-“
Jack darted up then stopped himself.
“Isn’t your head hurting enough? Do you want your cheeks on fire also? All four of them, before shower? Interested?”
Alex went quiet, head still hanging, eyebrows wrinkled, mouth in a pout.
Jack rubbed his temples and sighed.
“Go take your shower…”


Around seven in the evening Alex woke up again. He had fallen asleep watching Star Trek on AXN Sci-Fi. His head had stopped hurting, but he felt his body was still weak. And his dreams had been nightmares. The puking sensation was also gone and he was so thirsty that he emptied the glass of water on the coffee table in one gulp.
The house was unusually silent.

“Dad,” he called reaching the kitchen area. He picked the note left on the table. It read “Out for groceries. Back by 6:15. Drink the soup in the pot. Find in my wardrobe my old black belt and leave it on the table in the living.” His stomach turned. Soup? You kidding me? He dropped the note back on the table. He could pretend he’d been asleep and never read the note. Play dumb, you know?

The pressure in his sinuses was building. He wiped his mouth with his hand, in a tick he had been having for years now. Now what? Begging didn’t help last time. It wouldn’t this time either. Calling his Mom? No point. How he wished she was home now. She might have been able to help.

He started climbing the stairs, his mind still covering a large number of theories of how to avoid a good spanking. But by the time he was down, his Dad’s belt in his hands, he hadn’t found one that could have worked.

On the floor, sitting with his knees to his chest, and his head on them, he had given up trying to find solutions. He was exhausted. The key turned in the lock but he did not look up. He heard Jack’s footsteps to the kitchen, the rustling of the bags, the fridge was opened and then shut, then silence. Then the steps approached the living room, stopped next to him.

He felt his Dad’s gaze on him but didn’t say a word. Then he saw the hand picking up the belt.
“Are you angry with me?” – Alex asked.
“Disappointed, shocked… maybe somewhat angry.”
“I’ve learnt my lesson. It won’t happen again. You don’t need to spank me.”

Jack sighed.
“C’mon Alex, stand up…”
Alex looked up, tears in his eyes. “Please don’t spank me, Dad. I’m begging you. It really hurts…”
“I wouldn’t spank you, but it seems there is no other way for you to learn how to behave. I’ve grounded you but nothing happened. I cut your Internet – nothing. The things you do… you’re getting worse and worse, and the moment I take out the belt, you melt and become a lamb; you become respectful, you study, you go to school.”
“I can be like that. You don’t need to spank me… Dad, please don’t spank me? I swear to you it won’t happen again. I’ll always behave. I swear.”
“Isn’t that what you promised also after the last time I thrashed your butt?”
“But that was different!”
“How was it different?”
“Well… I didn’t get lost in the woods anymore, have I? And I haven’t called Ashley a bitch anymore…”
Jack suppressed a smile.
“Mhm… So basically, I should spank you for every offence to make sure you don’t repeat the same offence again. Is that what you’re saying?”
“Daaaad!” The frustration started rising again in Alex. Jack could feel it in his tone and in the look on his face. He had to stop it before Alex was going to start pushing it too far again.

“Ok, get up! You know the drill: pajamas and boxers down, bend over the arm of the sofa!”
“But I don’t want to…”
“Alex, stop acting like a baby! You’re worse than your sister!”
“I don’t want a spanking!”
“I’m counting to three. You know what follows. One.”
Alex scowled and looked up at his Dad.
He slowly stood up and started pulling down his pajamas bottoms, being deliberately slow.
“Three.” Jack grabbed Alex’s arm and marched him to the end of the sofa.
“What? I was doing it! Are you mad?”
“I’ll show you mad!” The leather coiled around Alex’s legs.
“I’m sorry! Dad, I’m sorry!” No words this time. He landed face down over the arm of the sofa.
“Pull down your pajamas and boxers. Now!” The belt cracked noisily on his clothed bottom.
Alex reached back with both hands and uncovered his bottom. Which seemed not good enough for Jack, since the belt cracked again. Alex screeched.
“Lower! Pull them down, I said.”
Alex fumbled back, trying to reach behind as much as he could. Jack lost his patience, grabbed the pants with both hands and brought them to his son’s ankles.
“Dad, you shouldn’t spank me when you’re angry… Dad…”

The spanking started. Alex lowered his head in a cushion, fighting not to let any sound out.
“Drinking… drugs… skipping school…” Alex had no time to recover in between the lashes. He locked one leg behind his other, in an attempt to keep still. If he were to break position now, his Dad would get even angrier.
“Maaad?” Five more belts landed on the sit spot. All of them overlapped. “Mad, huh?” He planted a few more on the boy’s upper legs. Alex was biting on his sleeve. His fists dug into the fabric on the sofa.
“You could have died from an overdose!”
The slaughter went on and Alex’s hand finally flew back to cover his bottom. But the belt went round it, towards the legs, where it twisted mercilessly around his flesh.
“Daddy… Daddy… It won’t happen again, I swear…”

Jack paused, seemed to consider something, looked around the room then went right to Alex’s PlayStation2 and removed the cable. Alex’s eyes widened and he tried to twist. “Nooo….”
“Move one inch and you won’t be seating for months!”
Alex buried his face back into his crossed arms.
“And don’t you tell me you weren’t expecting a spanking for what you did. Were you or weren’t you?”
“I was…”
“Good.” He doubled the cable in his fist. “The next time you see a can of beer… or a joint… think of this!” The pain was so intense that only Jack’s hand planted on Alex’s back stopped the boy from jumping straight up.
“Shiiiiit!” – Alex screamed, straightening his legs to ease the pain.

The next one landed almost immediately, which made Alex push his torso up from the sofa. Right away, a third one. “Owee.. owwee… Dad. Please.” And one more. “Daaaad!...” And three more, by the time Alex started fighting in earnest. Tears trickled down his cheeks. He was panting. The pain was too much. He was reduced to sobs. “Please please please…Owe! Oh pleaaasee…” Collapsing back on the sofa, he laid there accepting his punishment.

The lashes became rarer, interrupted by questions and lectures.
“Any plans on drinking again, Alex?”
The cable came down. Alex whimpered. “No, Sir.”
“Any plans on smoking cigarettes or joints?”
“No no no…” He choked on his sobbing.
“Look at me!” The kid watched his Dad’s stern features. “Any more smart comments to share?” Alex shook his head, and lowered his eyes again.
“Good. Then a last reminder…” – Jack decided and the last ten spanks brought new energies into Alex’s body. But by the tenth one, he went back to sobbing.
Jack put down the cable.
“When you’re ready, go and wash your face… And if you’re hungry later on, I can cook some spaghetti. You can watch TV tonight.”

October 2007, ©KayleyBlue

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Spanking Story: Lost

This is an M/m story. Implied more M/m. And probably the audience I will get for this story is from people who don't think of spanking as something sexual. And who get a twist from non-sexual spankings. You don't get the meaning of that? Well, I do, and that's life. :)

Oh... and the title has nothing to do with the series. But it was the best title I could come up with.


They were lost. When Alex said “Let’s get lost in the woods” and when he craved this adventure he didn’t have this in mind. He meant ‘lost’ like in ‘let’s see how far we can wander but still be able to find our way home’.

Ashley, his eleven-year-old sister, grabbed his hand. He felt her fear.
“Are we lost yet? I’m hungry. I wanna go home. Mom will be mad…” – she said, looking for support in Sam, Alex’s new girl-friend.

Alex stopped.
“We *are* lost, aren’t we?” – Sam asked.
“No. Why would you say that?”
He chuckled. He didn’t want to, but he did anyway.
“Because you look lost.”
“We can always follow the track we came from. It’s a little longer but it’s easy to go back. See that rock there?” – He pointed to a naked cliff behind them - “We will keep walking towards it until we reach the main road. Sooner or later, going that way, we will get home. Or we can follow the railroad over there, which passes from the end of the clearing next to our house. What shall it be?”

“I wanna go home…” Ashley wiped her eyes. “We’ll get grounded because of you!”
Alex dismissed her with a wave of his hand. “You’re always crying and nagging. If you shut it and tell them what we agreed on telling them nothing will happen.”
“As if they will believe…”
“Less talking and more walking, please…” Without looking towards the two girls, he took the railroad path.
“She has a point, you know,” Sam tried. “We’ve been gone for… five hours. I just hope they are not looking for us.”
This was insane. They had been gone for five hours because for three hours the girls had been busy collecting flowers and inspecting bugs.
“Well, excuse me you two Misses, but from what I recall – and God, by all means stop me if I am wrong – you were complaining about being boooooooored. And when I asked you to come, you were both excited. So, if you would be so kind to follow me and keep it… SHUT!”
“Alex…” Sam tried to take his hand.
“Just leave me alone, please?” He walked away from them, as fast as he could. Behind, Ashley was sniffling. “And Ashley? If I hear one more sniff coming out of you I swear I will leave you right here, in the middle of the forest!”
“I’ll tell Mom and Dad what you did!”
“Be my guest. ‘Cause after that I will tan your behind and lock you in the wardrobe. I bet you like that.”
He saw her dashing past him, running as fast as her legs could carry her. “I hate you! I hate you…”
“Fuck,” was all he could mumble before starting to run after her. His heart began pounding. He shouldn’t have started to smoke.

“Ashley, stop! I swear that when I catch you…”
The girl screamed something back at him and kept her pace.
“Great tact you have,” Sam said.
Where did things go wrong? Oh! Of course. He shouldn’t have brought the brat with them. He had different plans for him and Sam. And now… now he was pissed at everyone and if he could not catch up with the brat before they got home, he knew he was in trouble. Grounded for life, probably.

But also, what if the train came while she kept running like that? What if…
“Ashley! Stop running right now! You hear me?”

He began recognizing the surroundings. He remembered coming here once with his Dad, looking for firewood for the grill. The cliff itself was nearer and a distant honk made him aware of the proximity of the main road. A few higher roofs became visible over the trees, and a wooden fence encircled what looked like a big orchard.

“We’re almost there,” Sam said.
“Alex… isn’t that your Mom?”
What the heck?

The figure walking on the railroad looked an awful lot – even from here – like her. Then he heard his sister calling her, and the figure started running towards them.
‘I’m fucked. Home, ok, but I am so fucked. If she says anything before I get there…’
He pushed himself a little more to sprint closer. He was almost dizzy when he came within talking distance of them.
“Sam, you don’t say a word about the idea, you hear me?” – he whispered to his girlfriend.

The figure hugged Ashley for a minute or so, and he thought he even heard a few sobs. “Alex, Sam, are you ok?”
“Yes, Mom…”
“Here,” she said, “Take the phone and call your Dad, tell him you’re fine. He’s been searching for you for an hour. We were going to call the police…”
She handed him the phone. “You better have a good explanation for it, young man!”
“We do,” he said without looking her in the eyes, and took the phone. He dreaded his Dad’s voice.

The phone did not have time to ring by the time his Dad answered. He was panting. His voice was worried.
“Dad? It’s me. We -”
“Alex? Where have you been? Do you have any idea… Why didn’t you take the phone with you when you left?”
“We – “
“We’ll talk when I get home.” Dead line.
“What were you thinking?” The slap landed so hard and so unexpectedly on his right cheek that he almost dropped the phone. Ashley was smiling her bright evil smile.
“No Mom!” She snatched the phone from him. “March your ass home. I can’t believe that at fifteen you are still acting as irresponsible as a seven-year-old. You are in so much trouble!”
He risked a look at Sam, who was pretending to be as innocent as Ashley.
“Mom, she’s lying!”
“I am not lying! You wanted to lie but I am telling the truth.”
“Just wait until your father finds out!”

He’s heard that far too many times, with no result, but he kind of knew that this time it was going to be different. But he was not going to beg. Not in front of Sam. Instead, his hands dived in his pockets; he put on his rebel mood, and followed the party home.

For ten minutes, until they reached their summer vacation house, no one spoke. As long as Mom kept quiet, no one dared to bring up any subject related or not related to their little escapade.
He saw his Dad from the distance, coming out from their Ford Mondeo, accompanied by a few men. He recognized one of them – he was the neighbor whose window he had broken when he was small. The man saluted his Mom from the distance, shook hands with his Dad, and left.

“Daddy!” – Ashley ran to him expecting the embrace Mom had given her. Instead, he grabbed her arm, twisted her fast and planted two solid smacks on her behind. She wailed as if burned with fiery iron.
“Get inside!” – he ordered, not impressed by her cries. “You’re grounded. One month no TV and sleeping at 8 o’clock sharp! No parties, no nothing.”
“Daaadddyyyy…” She looked towards the blank face of her mother.
“Inside, I said,” – the man went on. “Bathroom and get yourself washed. Now!” Then he turned to his wife. “Where did you find them?”
“On the railroad. They were coming home when I met them. Sam, you come with me inside please. Jack, you should have a long discussion with your son.”

And like that, he was left face to face with his Dad. The anger in the man’s face had not subdued. He bore his eyes into Alex’s. On Alex’s face not a muscle moved. He was good at it. He had practice with teachers at school, especially when the big lies were pouring out of him. In his pockets, his fingers twisted.
“Do you have any idea how worried we have been?”
Alex’s eyes traveled down. No, he could not lie with a straight face. And if he did not hide his expression, then it would end up badly for him.
“I’m sorry, Dad… It’s not my fault. We got lost.”
“You did not get lost by accident, Alex. Don’t lie to your father!”
Fuck! Where did she come out from? Wasn’t she inside with Sam? His mother watched them with her arms crossed across her chest.
“Alex?” The man continued to fix him.
“Mom, Ashley is lying! She got mad at me and she wants me to get in trouble, that’s all!”
“That’s not Sam’s version of the story either…” – Mom went on.

Alex felt as if something had hit him in his stomach.
“I’m listening…” – Dad said, calmly. But his eyes… – Alex risked a short look to see the storm clouds gathering in there.
“Dad, I swear I did not want to get lost.” It was the truth. “I just wanted to wander a little and then we pushed it a little too much.”
“*You* pushed it a little too much,” his Mom interrupted.
“We were not lost.”
“That’s not what I’ve heard!” – Mom said again.
“Mooom! C’mon…”
“I don’t think you are in a position to whine or complain, young man. You dragged an eleven-year-old and a friend’s daughter in the woods with you!”

Alex’s foot was kicking repeatedly a stone. He left defiant. Rebel.
“They are ok, alright? I brought them home, haven’t I?”
The second slap for the day came as swift as the first one, but enough to make his head fly to the side and shift the view in front of his eyes from his Dad to the windows of the house. His Mom gasped. It was bad. His Dad had rarely slapped him. That was his Mom’s job usually…

Alex had doubted that his Dad could have gotten even angrier, but he has.
“Watch your attitude! And take your hands out your pockets when we’re talking to you. You have no respect for anything anymore, I see. You think that being fifteen means being an adult and doing what you please? You are still our child and you are following the same rules in this house. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Sir…”

The door opened as Sam came out to announce Mom that dinner was served. But no one heard her. Alex was vaguely aware of her presence.
“Look at your Mother!” – Jack started again. “She’s been crying her eyes out since you’ve left. Five hours! I had an emergency call from Aunt Sally who had fainted and because of you I could not go see her. And she is my patient!”
“I don’t see why you could not see her? What’s that have anything to do with me?”
Dad paused. He paused so abruptly that Alex knew he had done a big mistake. He saw his Dad’s features freeze. But he avoided the gaze by looking at his feet, hands out of his pockets, expecting another slap across his face. That did not come though.
“Jack, maybe you should talk inside,” Mom suggested. Sam had grabbed her hand.
“I’m done talking here,” the man answered, but Alex felt that the words were, in particular, addressed to him. The tone raised the hairs on Alex’s nape. His Dad went on: “Clara, I need a sharp knife from the kitchen to cut a rod. And you - you get your ass into my office now!”

Alex’s feet felt rooted to the ground.
“Jack…”- mother pleaded, her eyes filled with tears, not leaving Alex’s face.
“Clara, either you go or I go. It won’t make a difference.” The woman covered her mouth with her hand and, crying, she left the porch. “I’m not joking, Alex. I am not in the mood. Get your ass into my office!”
“Daaad… please… I’m fifteen…” – Alex managed to beg.
“So that makes you old enough to do what you want and backtalk?”
“Please Daaad… I’m sorry…”
“Now you’re sorry? When I’m done with you tonight you will be sorry enough to respect us until we die, trust me on that! Now move it!”

He wanted to but he couldn’t. And Sam was watching. His ego was torn into pieces. He had been spanked only a few times in his life. Mostly it had been his mother whacking his ass when he was small. It never hurt much. He got the belt from his Dad also, but that was an exception. Such an exception – and the last one - was also in his 7th grade, when he skipped class and lied to his parents. His Dad was so angry that he ignored again his Mom’s tears and whipped his ass with his belt until it had turned blue. And ever since, with a couple of small reminders, he had been behaving. He’d been grounded three or four times for smaller issues. He got a few slaps also and he was threatened with the belt, but no spankings were received.

Now he panicked. Worse than he had at thirteen.

His Mom had returned with the knife and a handkerchief in her hand.

“I swear, Alex, if you don’t move, I’ll first whip your ass right here and now, in front of Sam and where all neighbors can hear, and then I’ll take you to my office myself, like you would take a child and spank the daylights out of you.” His hands had already started to unbuckle his large Hugo Boss black belt.

Alex put his hands in his pockets. His defiance seemed to defend his ego from being really crushed. Slowly, controlling each of his moves and without daring to look up at either one of the three people present, he slid past his father, crossed the porch and went in. Vaguely, he heard his father asking his Mom about the knife.

In the living room, Ashley was sitting on the couch – TV off – grinning at him.
“I saw Mom crying. Dad’s gonna spank you, isn’t he?”
“Bitch!” He couldn’t control himself.
“Mooooom!”Ashley darted outside screaming. “Daaaad! Alex called me a bitch!”

Alex crossed the living without looking back after his sister, hands still in his pockets, and opened the door to his Dad’s office. He normally came here when he needed to check his emails, since Dad had decided that no child of his was to spend the vacation on the Internet, straining his eyes. He turned the lights on, sighed, rested his back against the wall in a position which he thought of as ‘cool’. And waited. The voices from outside were muffled but he couldn’t help but wonder if his cries would also be muffled by the massive wooden door. He stared at the desk with hate, knowing fully well that that was where the spanking will be carried out, with him bent over it. He hated it. And Ashley…oh my God, what he will do to her after this! Thoughts of how he could make her pay for what she’s done were making him feel so much better.
“Jack, please don’t…” – he heard his Mom as the door opened and Dad stepped inside. He was holding in his fist a long rod, quite supple and not too thin. He closed the door, whipped the air with the rod once then placed it on the side of the desk.

“I’m not going to negotiate with you again like I did outside. And don’t count on your mother to save your ass from being tanned properly. No amount of begging is going to change my mind, so don’t waste your energy.”

“I’m sorry, Dad… I’m really sorry…” He felt small again. Really small.
The sound of the belt sliding out from the loops was nerve twisting.
“Didn’t you hear what I’ve just said? No point in begging.” He doubled the belt. “Pull down your jeans and boxers and bend over the desk.”

Alex fingers twitched as, with very slow moves, they unbuckled his own belt and then unbuttoned his jeans. “Alex, move it already! I’m not playing.” The belt cracked loudly as Dad smacked it hard across the desk. Alex jumped.
“Daddy, I’m begging you…” He was as bad as his eleven-year-old sister now. Tears gathered in his eyes. Last time Dad spanked him he took it like a man. Now… now he was both scared and embarrassed. And he still hoped he could negotiate.

His father covered the distance between them in two steps, grabbed Alex’s ear and pulled him towards the desk. “Take your hand away!” – He warned as Alex’s instinctive move was to cover his ear. “If you don’t do what you are told when you are told you are getting a free whipping before we start our spanking.” And with that, he pushed Alex across the desk, placed his palm against his back, and cracked the belt hard against his jeans about a dozen times. Alex winced and reached back, only to get, without a warning, a belt on his palm as well. He howled this time.
“Save your cries for later. I haven’t even started yet. Now get yours pants and boxers down, Alex.”

Alex obeyed. Then his torso was pushed back again against the smooth surface of the desk. And the first real lick of the belt landed. “This…” - Jack said as he laid the belt across his son’s bottom hard and fast – “… is for calling your sister a bitch.” Alex wanted to open his mouth to protest but instead of words only a gasp came out, as the belt twisted around the upper part of his legs. The blows flowed like torrents, so much so that by the tenth one Alex started to struggle. When they had reached his actual crime he was crying at each blow, girlfriend and sister in the other room completely forgotten. Ok, the pain was bad, but the fear had completely taken over his mind. When you don’t get spanked in a while, the fear is bigger than the pain. And mostly you forget the pain quite soon after a spanking, but the fear stays with your for months and years.

“Please no more… Please Dad… Please Dad… I’m sorrryyyy….”
His father already had to restrain his hands, and more than once he stopped to ask his son to be kind enough to stop trying to twist away or to slide down from the desk. Then the assault continued, Alex continuing to beg like a baby. Pride? He was not aware of the word anymore. Anything to get him off the hook was perfectly fine with him.

“Daddy… I won’t do it again. I swear.”
“You certainly won’t. We agree on that.”
“Please Daddy…”
“If you still have energy to beg and fight back the spanking you are far from being done.”
“Nooo… Daddy, pleeeeaasseee…”

It’s been probably five or six years since his son had stopped calling him Daddy. But from what he remembered, each time Alex was in trouble, the kid would put the word into use again.
Jack put the belt aside and reached for the rod, strategically placed a few inches from his son’s nose. Only picking it up was enough to get Alex to beg and move frantically again.

“Now I should cure you of back talking and we shall deal with your general disrespectful attitude. And with your lying.”
The rod’s first cut seemed to bring more life into Alex. He muffled his cry. He wished he had his hands free so he could bite onto his sleeves or something.
“You are not to talk to your mother or to me like that again. Am I making myself clear?”
“Yes Dad!”
More swishing, more pain.
“If it ever happens again, even tomorrow, this is where you will find yourself. Do you understand?”
“Yes Dad! Pleeeeaaseee please… no more…”
Then for five minutes nothing else was said and the rod continued to fall on his butt and legs.

Then Jack paused.
“Do you know why you got spanked?”
Alex nodded between sobs.
“Because I insulted you and Mom… and for my attitude…”
“And because I lied… I went into the woods without saying where I was going and I got everyone in trouble…”
“And because something bad could have happened to you or to Sam or Ashley and we wouldn’t have known where to find you. Because you made us worry and you made your mother cry. And the last reason why I thrashed you tonight?”
Alex froze. His mind went blank.
“I’m sorry…”
“Alex, what is the last reason why you got this thrashing?”
“Dad… Pleassseeee…”
Jack sighed, raised the rod again, and let it connect with Alex’s inflamed buttocks.
“Pleeaasseee… Daddy… I will remember…”
“Because you cursed at your sister, and from what I have heard it wasn’t only calling her a bitch, but treating her the way you did in the forest.”
“Yes, Daddy… I’m sorryyyy…”
“You better remember that.”
“Yes, Sir…”
“Stand up now, put on your boxers and go apologize to everyone in the other room. Then come back.”

Alex reached for his boxers which had been kicked away on the floor and put them on. He wiped his tears and nose on his sleeve. Jack watched his son. He was still behaving like a boy, but he was turning into a young adult. His chest had become broader, his hands and legs were longer, his arms stronger; and he was already shaving. Fifteen… The age when all the madness started and when he would start challenging their authority as parents.

Alex left the room to meet his Mother and Sam – who had been both crying, in the other room. Ashley was not as happy as she had been when he last saw her. He could tell she was feeling guilty.
“I’m sorry…” – he said, fidgeting.
“I can’t hear you, Alex,” his Dad called from the office.
“I’m sorry everyone for the way I’ve behaved.”
“Good, now get back in here,” Jack said. “Close the door.”

Alex did so and reached for his jeans.
“Leave them there. I need to talk to you first.”
“I’m not spanking you anymore tonight for other crimes. That’s because you won’t feel much. I’m just informing you that you are grounded for two week, until we get back home and your school starts, with no TV. When we get home, you have two more weeks with no TV and no Internet.”
Alex winced at the word Internet, but didn’t dare comment on it.
“And when we get home, I will have a long serious discussion with you, similar to this one, about why you have skipped half the classes before the spring break.”

Alex froze.
“You didn’t expect me to know... Well, I know. And the only reason why you weren’t punished until now is that I wanted you to have a vacation. And I wanted to bring up the subject before school, so the reminder would be fresh on your mind. And I’ll see to that. I don’t want to hear any comments or begging right now. I just want you to implant that idea into your head - that once we go back home you will get another good spanking. So prepare yourself. There will be no more shows when I spank you. And your mother will not interfere – get used to it. It’s you and me, and it’s for your own good if you cooperate. Did I make myself clear?”
Alex nodded.
“Yes, Sir…”
“Good. Then put on your pants, wash your face and be down for dinner in 10 minutes.”

October 2007, ©KayleyBlue

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Nihoahoa! - Ramblings

That would describe my mood.

Oh, you people must think that I'm psychotic - I come out of the dark only when I go berserk. Hmmm... It must be true though. If I were to read my latest posts I don't see any trace of normality.

Anyway - spanking mood hit again. Still M/m. Why the heck does it happen like this? No, I am not complaining... I'm just puzzled.

I've been on vacation for like two weeks, and for three or four days in a row I actually woke up having spanking dreams. Do you know how hard I try to get those when I am get into spanking moods? And do you know that it never happens then? But tyis time - lo and behold - every morning I woke up I was wet.

I had again lots of crap to take care of when I got back to work... then someone innocently 'spanked' me on Facebook. And here I am again...

Natty said in a comment something about dark stories... 'dysfunctional' was the word she used. I would like to see those though... :) I might as well break the 'pattern' and write something M/m soon. I need to. I mean I grew up writing only M/m. M/m allows for longer and harsher spankings - and you don't think of them as harsher just because the person getting spanked is a boy, and theoretically boys are harder to bring to tears.

You know what's funny about M/m's? The guy getting it - and in my fantasy ages range from 11 to 17 - try to keep a straight face all the way to the end. The tendency to disobey is higher after a spanking. And I like the way in my fantasies guys always try to play kool. And maybe M/m is stronger for me because it seems more intense - even psychologically speaking. Plus... a guy getting spanked obviously is a 'bad guy'. And girls tend to fall in love with the negative character who actually has a good heart. hehe

Yeah... time to get a paper and start writing. Why not on my laptop? Because my eyes hurt really bad from work already - almost a migraine.

Cheers and thanks for passing bye and commenting everyone! :)