Saturday, October 27, 2007
Implements: hand and hairbrush
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It had been weeks since I had seen her; I was apprehensive, excited and terribly horny. Apprehensive, because this was her first visit since the BMW incident, and I knew that at some point on this visit I would be receiving a pretty major spanking. Excited and horny...well I don't think I really need to explain; it had been weeks and I had seriously missed her.
The sad thing was that the apprehension seemed to be winning out over the excited and horny.
Parking at the airport was horrible, so by the time I made it into the terminal, I was late and TJ's plane had already disembarked. She called me on my cell to say she would meet me down at baggage claim.
TJ had already picked up her luggage by the time I found my way through the crowd to her. The frustration at being late and the apprehension of my impending spanking had spiraled me into a tailspin. God, she is beautiful. I love her coco skin, her warm green eyes, her large beautiful breasts, and the smile that brings light to her face, that smile that is only mine, and I began to cry.
TJ quickly ushered her way through the crowd and drew me into a tight embrace.
“I am so sorry I am late,” I cried into her shoulder, “I’m so sorry Teej. Please don’t be mad at me, please,” I pleaded. “I know I am already in a lot of trouble, I am sorry, I didn’t mean to be late, the traffic and parking were really bad.”
“Sweetie,” she said, pulling back slightly to look at me, “I am not angry with you and you are not in any trouble.”
I leaned back into her and quietly cried into her ear, “But the car, I smashed her car…” I cried.
“Shh, shhh,” TJ soothed, taking me by the hand, “come on let’s go to the car.”
We walked hand in hand, but in such close proximity to each other that our arms overlapped and my head rested on her shoulder. When we reached the jeep, TJ took the keys from my pocket, loaded her suitcase into the back, opened the passenger door and ushered me in.
As she climbed into the driver’s seat, she stated, “So, this is about Samantha’s car?”
I nodded and said, “I am really sorry, I know you are going to spank me when we get home, and I didn’t mean to make you madder at me by being late.”
"Hey, hey there baby, I am a little bit confused. I understand that you are nervous about your spanking, but I didn't come home to spank you."
I started to cry harder, still refusing to make eye contact.
TJ touched my chin and turned my head so we were looking into each others eyes, "Is that what you thought? Is that how you think of me; that I scheduled this trip to come and spank you? That spanking you was the first thing I would want to do when I saw you?"
I continued to cry, unable to verbalize my thoughts.
"Katie, my love, when I made my plane reservations, spanking you was not ever in my thoughts, not once, it never crossed my mind." I tried to turn my head away from her, "Hey, shh baby," TJ moved out of the driver's seat, expertly maneuvering herself over and away from the gear stick and was quickly sitting underneath me. I cradled into her and sobbed into her shoulder. "Do you want to know what did cross my mind?" She asked, but continued onto the answer without waiting for any response from me, "I thought about the way you smell, how wonderful it would be to be near you again so I could just smell you, how I couldn't wait to make love to you so that your smell was all around me and all over me. I thought about touching you, the way my fingers tingle when they touch your skin. I thought about listening to your little grunts and groans as I pleasure you. I thought about how when I am in a room with you, any room whether it is you and I alone or baggage claim on the busiest travel day of the year, that I can feel your sprit, your presence; it warms my soul and brings me pleasure and happiness that nothing else in the world ever has."
I raised my head off of her shoulder and frantically latched onto her lips with mine. Her tongue lightly slipped past my lips and pushed against my teeth demanding entry to my mouth. I shuddered as her fingers ran through my hair, as I tasted her. I loved her. I wanted her. I needed her. I was excited and horny as hell.
TJ pulled out of the kiss, "Now, I was planning on our going home, getting naked and fucking like bunnies until we passed out, but if you need me to spank you tonight, I will do whatever is best."
"No...no...spanking," I panted as I drew her back into a kiss.
TJ laughed this time, as she pulled out of the kiss, "Ummm, I think we better head home before we put on a show for everyone in the parking garage."
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We were already undressing each other as we traveled from the driveway into the house and were both totally naked by the time we reached the bed. I laid down on the bed and TJ climbed on top of me. I raised my knees to either side of her. We kissed passionately, messily, our need to devour each other so strong. TJ began to slowly lower her kisses down my body, over my chin, and down my neck; she licked and kissed my shoulders, drew her tongue down over my collarbone and continued down until she was twirling her tongue around my nipple. I groaned and arched my chest into her. She giggled and moved her mouth over to tease my other nipple, “So good, that feels so good,” I heard myself say in a terribly husky voice.
“I’m glad.” she said, as her tongue and kisses made there way down to my belly button, she licked around the outside of my navel with just the tip of her tongue, causing me to raise my hips slightly.
“Lower,” was all I could say.
TJ let out small laugh, “You want me to go lower, huh?” She sat up and took hold of my foot and began to kiss and suck on my toes, “Is this low enough?” She teased.
“To low,” I panted, “higher.”
She straightened out my leg, and I felt her tongue running circles over the back of my knee, “How about here? Is this where you want me?” she said with a slight giggle.
I shook my head, “Higher.”
She set my leg back on the bed and pushed my knees farther apart. One hand separated my labia and the other ran around my leg and rested on my hip. Her tongue lightly touched my anus, and I arched my back. She ran her tongue from my anus up over my perineum to my vagina, it dipped in and then out again and moved up to my clitoris where she began to tease me with just the tip of her tongue.
I arched my back more, pushing myself into her.
TJ stopped and looked up at me, “How is this? Is this were you wanted me?”
I groaned as she slid two fingers into my vagina and began to lightly suck on my clitoris with her lips and tongue.
I felt my clit stand at attention. I was so engorged, it was painful and perfect all at the same time.
TJ continued to fuck me with her fingers as her licking, nibbling and sucking became more intense. I continued to rock my hips and arched my back into her. Finally I felt the intense wave of pleasure start to spread from my crotch and travel up my belly. I grunted as I felt myself come and felt the rush of ejaculate flood out of me.
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The pressure in my bladder had woke me up; I glanced over at the clock and noticed it was 8:45 and was surprised TJ was still asleep. I quietly slid out of bed and my nipples quickly stood at attention. It was freezing. I grabbed a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt out of the laundry basket, as I passed it, on my way into the bathroom.
I emerged from the bathroom ready to crawl back under the duvet and cuddle up to TJ, only to find her awake and sitting on the edge of the bed holding the hairbrush.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “Fuck,” I emphasized with a small stomp.
“Come on sweetie, we need to get it over with,” TJ said in a calm and soothing voice. It was not appreciated.
“I hate morning spankings,” I emphasized my whine with a pouty lip, folded arms, and a small stomp. I realize it was a bit much, but I really do hate morning spankings, especially when all I wanted to do was crawl back under the warm covers and snuggle up to TJ. This was not going to be a light spanking, well they never are really, but this spanking was spanking number one of three. Just a little tip for you, anytime a spanking is referenced as being one out of another number, it is going to be serious. The worst part of morning spankings is feeling it all day long; it serves as a constant reminder to the behavior that begot it. Bedtime spankings, also not terribly pleasant things, at least allowed me to cry myself out in TJ’s arms and cuddle next to her for at least eight hours.
“Hey, you had the option to do it last night,” she stated.
“I did not,” I emphasized with another stomp, “you practically ravaged me, you were a horny beast, I had no choice but to give into your advances.”
TJ grinned, “Oh, I am sorry to have inconvenienced you so. Come on baby, let’s do this and then go to Hobbee’s for breakfast.”
“Breakfast! You want me to go out to breakfast with you, and SIT in a restaurant after you have spanked me?” I questioned, really what planet was she living on, eating and sitting are the last two things I want to do after a spanking.
“Yes,” TJ gave a simple answer and signaled me to her by patting her lap.
I stood my ground and gave her my very best stare down.
“Okay, I will give you a choice love, how is that?” TJ asked.
I nodded, now this was more like it, it was about time she started paying attention to my needs.
“I give you your first spanking now and then we go to breakfast or I give you all three spankings now and then we go to breakfast.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“So, which is it then?” She inquired.
“You’re mean,” I mumbled.
“What was that, love?” TJ queried.
I stood looking at her, tears beginning to streak my face.
TJ got up off of the bed and came and wrapped her arms around me, “Come on Baby,” she began to guide me to the bed.
I rested my head on her shoulder and let out a small whimper.
“How about just the one spanking now,” she stated more than questioned.
She grasped the side of my sweat pants and pulled them down below my knees. Another small whimper escaped as my bottom was bared. TJ drew me over her lap and began to softly run her hand over my bottom, “It’s okay, we will be done in a few minutes,” and with that she raised her hand and began to spank.
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Breakfast was good, for the most part. I was sore, and had to really struggle not to wiggle. It might not have been so bad if we weren’t sitting next to this prissy couple. They kept looking at us as if we might be struck down by god. I was worried if I started wiggling they would think I needed to be dewormed or something. I so just wanted to turn to them and say, “She spanked me, it hurts, makes me want to wiggle. I don’t have worms; she had me dewormed before she brought me home.”
Sometimes I think TJ is a mind reader, because really I was only thinking it, I had no intention of saying anything, when she shot me a stern look, and quietly said, “Behave you. No scaring the neighboring tables.”
“Hmpf,” I said with a small frown, “I wasn’t going to say anything.”
“You were thinking it,” she replied, “and personally I would rather that this afternoon was a command performance of last night and not this morning,” she had removed her shoe and was running her big toe up the inside of my thigh. It is no wonder the neighbors were staring.
I smiled, “Me too. I’ll behave. I promise.”
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We got home around noon.
TJ had some grading to do, so I grabbed the laptop and went and laid on the floor in front of the television. I had decided tummy surfing was preferable to sitting in front of the desktop.
I smiled to myself as I thought this would be a great time to shop for Caleb’s birthday present. TJ and I had agreed to buy him Season Two of Bones, but I had decided that was a boring gift; I thought something slightly more bouncy was in order.
I knew just the right thing, Caleb and I had spotted it while cruising the net for sex machines during a chat; it was an adult themed space hopper. But, I couldn’t remember where we had seen it.
Hmmm, Google will solve my problem. How did we find the damn thing?
Sex Machines, okay I will start there.
Oh my, the pictures. I covered my eyes and peeked through my fingers. Okay, who am I kidding, but I did do a quick check to make sure TJ wasn’t around.
The Drilldo. Nope, that’s not it.
The Bunnyfucker. Dear lord is nothing sacred.
The Goatmilker. Baaaa Haaaaa Haaaa. This site is a little scary. But I must trudge on; this is for Caleb’s birthday. The things I do for my friends.
The Trespasser. Ooooo, that one could be fun…but someone’s mother is missing her Kitchenaid mixer.
Oh! Oh! Oh! There it is, the Rider Rocker Fucking Ball, sixty-five dollars. Well a little more than we were going to spend. I clicked the ‘Buy Now’ button and then began to enter the billing information.
Crap. Crap. Crap.
“Katheryn, what are you doing?” TJ was bent down looking at the screen on the laptop, “The Rider Rocker Fucking Ball?” She raised an eyebrow at me.
“Heh, heh, you see…ummm…I….uh…was just getting…uh…Caleb’s birthday present,” I stuttered.
TJ’s eyebrow rose a little higher, “What happened to getting him Season Two of Bones?” She asked.
I began to squirm, “I just thought that was a little boring,” I answered, giving her my sweetest most adorable smile.
“Well love, I think the Rider Rocker Fucking Ball, may be a little to exciting,” she motioned her finger at the computer, “So, I suggest you just surf yourself over to Amazon and purchase Bones.”
“But…” I started to protest.
TJ once again pointed at the computer, “Amazon, now please.”
“Hey, are you going somewhere?” I questioned.
“Don’t change the subject,” she said, “and yes, I am meeting a friend at Starbucks.”
“Cool, I’d love a mocha. I’ll be just a minute,” I started to get up off the floor.
“Whoa, slow down there sweet cheeks, I said I was meeting a friend for coffee, you stay here and finish up with Caleb’s present,” she instructed.
“Hmph. Fine.” I pouted, “Who are you meeting?”
“Syd,” TJ bent down and kissed my head, “I’ll see you in a few hours.”
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Why was she meeting Syd?
What did they have to talk about other than me?
And if they were talking about me, what did they need to talk about? My punishment had already been decided in regards to Samantha’s car. Syd had spanked me. Teej had spanked me. I had two more spankings coming. What did they need to discuss, Syd keeping better reigns on me while TJ was away. For fuck’s sake, since TJ left I was answering to two tops. Two tops. No one should have to answer to two tops. Really, I mean it just isn’t healthy for one’s bottom or more importantly for one’s sanity. For my sanity. I love Syd, and she played an important role in my life, plays an important role in my life, but I can’t handle answering to them both.
And there they are having coffee together…at Starbucks for god’s sake. Syd doesn’t even like Starbucks.
I can just picture them, sitting in big comfy chairs, sipping their fancy five dollar coffees. TJ says, “I have been concerned about Katie.”
Syd sips her coffee and nods making a noise of agreement.
“She seems to be a bit out of control since I left,” Teej continues, “I think she needs a little more discipline to help her through this difficult time.”
Again Syd takes a sip of her coffee and once again nods in agreement.
My bottom tingled in pain just thinking about it and I felt a tear run down my cheek. I sniffed and wiped it away.
Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!
I don’t need any more fucking discipline. I love Syd, but I can’t answer to both and she and TJ. How can Teej even think I need more? Maybe part of the reason I am struggling is because I can’t deal with the worry about answering to them both.
My breathing began to get harder as I began to lightly sob when I pictured the rest of their conversation.
TJ would take a few drinks of her coffee before she continued, “I was hoping maybe you could help us out by helping me to keep a tighter hold on her behavior?” TJ would ask.
Syd nods in agreement, “Of course, of course, anything to help our Katie out, what did you have in mind?”
TJ would lean in closer and discreetly say, “I really think she needs more spankings.”
My view of their conversation drifted away as my sobs took over, and the crying seemed to go on forever. I laid on the floor and buried my face in my arms and cried myself to sleep.
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I awoke to several odd sensations.
First was the feeling of a hand gently touching my face. I liked the feeling, so I kept my eyes closed and gently moved my cheek into the finger to encourage the soft affectionate touch.
The second was the heavy feeling of movement and stretching over my back. Fred and George awoke from their nap and kneaded their claws into my shirt as they stretched their long limbs. I opened my eyes as the kitties jumped off of my back yowling in protest at having been disturbed.
When my eyes adjusted, I noticed TJ sitting on the floor next to me. She was holding a fuzzy stuffed bunny and she continued to brush her fingers over the tearstains on my cheek, “Oh love, what is wrong?” She asked.
As I sat up, I reached out and withdrew the bunny from her arms and clutched him to my chest.
“Honey,” Teej said, reaching over to touch my face, as if she could read the cause of my tears by tracing their path.
I pulled away from her touch, “Don’t,” I said.
“Hey, what’s happened? I don’t understand,” she tried to comfort.
My breath hitched and my eyes once again leaked tears, “I don’t want any more spankings,” I said as I buried my face into soft white bunny fuzz.
TJ stayed silent waiting for me to continue.
“I don’t need more spankings,” I stated.
She nodded for me to continue.
“How come you asked Syd to spank me more? How could you?” I cried in frustration.
“Katie?” She questioned, “I don’t understand.”
“You met Syd for coffee. You told her I was struggling in your absence, and you asked her to give me more structure and discipline,” I again buried my face into the fur of Dexter Bunny, “I don’t want more spankings. I don’t want Syd to spank me anymore.”
TJ moved so that she was now situated behind me. She pulled me into a warm embrace, “Shhhh,” she whispered into my ear, “I met Syd for coffee to tell her how much we both love her and appreciate how she cares for you.”
My breath hitched.
“And to explain that it was time for her let go of some of that. To tell her that you,” TJ tightened her embrace, “are mine. Only mine. I need to be the only person that disciplines you. You need me to be the only person that disciplines you.”
“Oh,” I responded, “what did she say?”
“She agreed with me,” TJ said as she began to drop soft kisses on my neck.
“She did?” I questioned as I pushed my neck back into her kisses.
“She did,” TJ took a hold of my bum, “and this is mine and mine only.”
“Got it?” She asked.
“Got it,” I said, running my tongue over her bottom lip.
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I was in the kitchen baking when TJ emerged from the shower. TJ placed one arm around my waist and slipped it under my pants and lightly tickled my belly.
But I saw past her sexual trickery and slapped her hand as she grabbed for cookie dough, “Those are for Caleb!” I stated to no avail; she just spun me out of her way so she could have at the dough.
TJ mumbled through her full mouth, “What do you mean for Caleb? Don’t be silly, he is in England.”
“I am going to store them in a vacuum container and express mail them,” I informed her as I tried to shoo her away with the wooden spoon.
“Watch it you, you’re not licensed to use that,” she informed me and then removed the spoon from my hand. Thank god the spoon was covered in dough because I think she really wanted to land a wack on my butt for trying to deny her access to the cookie dough.
“Fine you can have what’s left on the spoon, but that is it!” I sternly informed TJ.
“Okmmay, fblinnn,” she mumbled with her mouth full. She finished that particular mouthful, and then asked, “What else did we get him?”
“Socks,” I replied.
“Socks?” TJ questioned.
“Comfy pink fuzzy socks,” I answered.
“Is that it?” TJ continued to question me.
“Well there are a few different shades of pink and they are fancy socks,” I answered with exasperation. Sheesh, I was put in charge of the present and she didn’t seem to be happy with any of my selections.
“What I meant,” TJ began to clarify, “there isn’t anything else you are sending to Caleb that I need to know about is there?”
“No,” I answered.
“Kathryn Mayfaire?” TJ questioned with a raised eyebrow.
“There isn’t,” I replied with a bit of a giggle.
“Go get the package,” she instructed.
“Fine,” I said, continuing to giggle. I returned to the kitchen and handed TJ the box with just the several pair of comfy fuzzy socks and Caleb’s birthday card.
TJ removed Caleb’s card from the envelope and I began to turn red, and was still unable to suppress my giggles. I leaned over her shoulder as she glanced first at the large picture of the Rider Rocker Fucking Ball and then at the caption, “I wanted to give you this so you could have a bouncy, bouncy birthday, but since there was only one dildo for you to blow on your birthday, I decided to go with something else. *”
TJ turned and gave me a concerned look, until she read the small print at the bottom of the card next to the asterisk, “and TJ said I couldn’t buy it for you. :-P” TJ laughed.
“You have to look at the inside, it’s the best part,” I told her.
TJ opened the card to reveal many pictures of very comfy looking fuzzy pink socks.
“Read the caption. Read the caption,” I instructed.
“I’m getting there, calm down,” she replied and then she began to read the caption:
Since I couldn’t give you the bouncy, bouncy birthday I wanted; I thought a warm fuzzy birthday might be the next best thing. So, we send you these comfy fuzzy pink socks with the reminder that these socks are like good friends; they supply comfort, warmth, a bit of silliness and allow you to be your true self.
We wish you the Happiest of Birthdays.
With all our love and many, many smoochies.
TJ & Katie
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Copyright TBL 2008
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Katie’s World Famous—Most Yummiest Soft Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookies
2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
1-teaspoon baking soda
1 cup (2 sticks, 1/2 pound) butter, softened
1/2 cup granulated [white] sugar
1 cup packed brown sugar
1 teaspoon I prefer closer to 1-tablespoon vanilla extract
1 ½ cups – 1 ¾ cups NESTLE TOLL HOUSE Semi-Sweet Chocolate Morsels or other fine chocolate.
1 cup of Quaker Oats…I put them in whole…my sister sends them through the blender.
COMBINE flour, baking soda and salt in small bowl. Beat butter, granulated sugar, brown sugar and vanilla in large mixer bowl. Add eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition; gradually beat in flour mixture. Stir in morsels and oats. Drop by rounded tablespoon onto ungreased baking sheets.
BAKE in preheated 375-degree [Fahrenheit] oven for 9 to 11 minutes or until golden brown. Let stand for 2 minutes; remove to wire racks to cool completely.