tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73025321046752319012024-03-04T23:32:06.235-08:00Katie's FamilyHere you will find tales of females and males in loving, respectful, and consenting gay discipline relationships. If you are under 21, please go away...if of age...please, enjoy.tarabeth1210http://www.blogger.com/profile/14902928357845152351noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302532104675231901.post-79144810663135744112015-10-13T05:29:00.002-07:002015-10-13T05:39:26.330-07:00Throw Down the Gauntlet, part 1<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Written
for the Tea Room September 2015 Underwear Challenge. </i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Title: Throw Down the Gauntlet, part 1</span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Author: Tarabeth</span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Characters: TJ and Katie</span></i></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">At
breakfast Katie mentioned a friend had tickets available to this evenings
Indigo Girls’ concert. They were amazing
seats, with backstage passes, and only $400 each. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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said, “No, besides the tickets being way to expensive. Both of us have been running on fumes, and I
just don’t feel we could rebound easily from a Monday night unplanned concert.”
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was some major pouting. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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didn’t have a lot of time before I needed to leave for the university, so I
gave her thorough kiss and firm swat telling her the pouting needed to stop,
and hoped she could adjust her attitude.
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">At
lunch she called with the fabulous news that the tickets were still available,
and now for a steal of $700 for the pair.
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Babe,”
I said, “I told you ‘No,’ at breakfast.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Katie whined. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“I’ve
said, ‘No,’ twice. You are not going to be happy if I have to say it again.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“I’m
sorry. I love you. I’ll see you at home
tonight.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Good-bye
sweet girl. I love you too.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My
phone rang just as I was getting into my car to come home. “Hi, Babe.” I answered. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Hi,
last chance on the tickets. We can have
them $500.” She sounded so excited, hoping to sway my decision. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It
had been a long day at work. I was
tired, sore, irritable, and hungry. I
didn’t want to give a Monday spanking.
Monday spankings set the tone for a tough week. They are delivered thoroughly and leave no
inch uncovered. They are intense and
time-consuming with the hope of not having to deliver another spanking during
the week. And all of that said, the
leash is short for the rest of the week, and the odds of at least one more
spanking this week are still about 50%.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I
needed to ensure I was following our rules and also not acting out work
frustrations. “Brat, the line has been
crossed. Take a breath. Look at where you are, decide where you want
to be at the end of the evening and adjust accordingly. I love you.
I’ll see you in half an hour.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I
opened the front door, set my keys and bag down. I was stopped in my tracks. She had clearly made her decision. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She was issuing an obvious challenge.</span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Lying
on the floor of the entry hall directly in front of the door mat was a pair of
pink panties. These had not been
accidently dropped here. The panties had
been thrown down<i>.</i> She had decided a days’ worth of frustration
would end on a playful battlefield. It
was a form of play we had devised for situations like this, a challenge to
playfully aggressive sex. The challenge
was a way to work off some energy and frustration that was followed by a hash
out of the activities that lead up to the tense energy. We assumed our roles of Domme and Submissive,
but in this environment we were able to assume roles that could lead to a far
more intense level of play that opened us to a more true and open level of
communication. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She had thrown down the panties.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I
picked them up and could smell her rich aroma on them. I began to look for her, removing my clothes
as I did. I was down to only my
underwear when I reached out bedroom. I
opened the door and found her curled up naked on the bed. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Her
eyes fixed on to me as I slid my underwear down my legs and stepped out of
them. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She
rose off the bed and stood in front of me in all her glory. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I
took my panties and threw them at her feet accepting the sexual challenge she
had issued. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She
smiled and took the hand I held out to her.
“Are you sure you’re ready Girl?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Yes,
Ma’am.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I
reached into the bedside table and came out with a basket containing a
significant sized butt plug, lube, and my hairbrush. I placed her pink panties inside. “Let’s get
started. Go and get a clean towel and
place it over the massage table in the guest room. I’ll be in shortly. I’m going to expect to find you plugged and
bent over the table upon my arrival.
Don’t dally.” I sent her on her way with a solid swat.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I
waited a minute or two before I followed after her…I stopped in the hallway and
watched as she scrunched up her face and inserted a finger in her ass. She turned and flushed red as she saw
me. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Mmm,”
I said. “keep going.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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blushed a deeper shade of red.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“You’re
going to need at<i> least </i>one more finger
in that ass to somewhat comfortably get
that butt plug in.” I informed her with a smile. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Can’t
you do it please?” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“You
can do it yourself, or I can do it fast and hard and you can keep it in until
tomorrow morning.” I told her. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She
tilted her head to the side thinking, before she asked, “When can I take it out
if I put it in?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“I
haven’t decided yet.” I told her. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Teej….I’m
sorry, I meant Ma’am…”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“I’m
going to be ready to begin playing,” I stopped and looked at the clock, “in
about 60 seconds. I expect that butt plug to be in place. You can do it yourself, accept my deal, or be
punished and then have it inserted.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Making
a face of determination she put her index and middle fingers together and
squatted down onto them. Quickly fucking
herself with them, and then scissoring her fingers as she pulled them from her
anus. Katie picked up the plug and generously coated it with lube. She gave the plug three little pushes before
she released a squeak of pain and fully seated in her ass. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I
walked into the room placed my hand on her back and bent her over the massage
table before I supplied a quick succession of hard swats to her upturned
butt. “You better not have hurt
yourself! Spread your legs.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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bent down and spread her cheeks trying to look a bit more closely to make sure
she hadn’t hurt herself. I didn’t see
any blood. I gave a little tug, and
Katie grunted. I continued to slowly
move the plug about listening carefully to her sounds for any sign of
distress. Finding only mere discomfort,
and taking some enjoyment from that, I gave the plug a good yank…leaving it
fully in place, but making sure my girl really felt the weight, pressure and <i>control I had over it and her</i>. . <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I
continued to tug on the plug, while I slid two fingers into her cunt quickly
finding her g-spot. I stroked it until
she arched up onto her toes, moaned, and bucked her hips—that was my sign to
stop.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Withdrawing
my fingers, I slapped her hard on the ass, and gave the plug another good
yank. “It will be nice to take that out
later and give you a really good reaming. But first I think we have something
to discuss.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She
groaned with sexual frustration and apprehension.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Spread
your legs wider,” I ordered. I kicked
between her legs, spreading them to align with the legs of the short side of
the massage table, fastening her ankles to the table.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Today’s
activities were not okay, my girl.” I
picked up my hairbrush and applied eight very hard swats to the same spot of
her lower right butt cheek. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She
whimpered at the first few strokes before progressing to yelling, “Fuck!” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I
moved to other side and applied eight identical swats to her lower left
cheek. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There
were a few actual sobs, and then a very articulate, “Fuck you Ma’am!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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while this comment would have been completely unacceptable during a normal
punishment…it was allowed during battle…that doesn’t mean I liked it. I took her pink panties and I shoved them in
her mouth.</span></span></div>
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tarabeth1210http://www.blogger.com/profile/14902928357845152351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302532104675231901.post-67709311039932514972012-09-01T13:34:00.000-07:002012-09-01T13:34:17.805-07:00Birthdays, Fairy Tales, and Naughty Brat Tails<br />
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lovely post-sex haze. “Mmmm, tell me a story.” He rolled over to face Chris.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Chris laughed. “You are
a demanding birthday boy.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“We’ve been together for over twenty years, and you’re just
figuring this out now?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Chris pulled Verge close and kissed him soundly. “It works
well since I have a difficult time saying no to you on your birthday.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Verge gave a smile; with a hint of victory.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“What kind of story do you want?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“I want to hear about prince charming and the big handsome
knight who sweeps him off his feet.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Chris rolled his eyes at the fairy tale request. “Hmmm, I’m
not sure if I know that story.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“Well that’s the point, my handsome hunk; you need to make it
up.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“And if I tell you a sexy fairy tale fantasy, am I going to
get the chance to act it out?” Chris gave an evil smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“Yes.” Verge answered with complete certainty and trust.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Once upon a time, in a land far, far away there was a
handsome young prince. He was a member of the House of Wallace, the fourth son
of the King and Queen of the kingdom of Utwondeway. His Royal Highness The
Prince Virgil Michael Joseph Bradley, Prince of Ezgeplegway and Earl of Istea,
Knight Companion of the Most Noble Order of Virtue.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Royal Highness the Princess Katherine Meagan Elizabeth Beatrice, Princess of
Uprenway. The marriage had been part of a treaty signed between the two royal
families. Princess Katherine was heir to the throne of the small and somewhat
impoverished principality. Not only did the treaty bring peace to the two
lands, but the House of Wallace paid a hefty bride price for the right of their
son to sit on the thrown beside the future heir.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Most Noble Order of Virtue and one Knight, in particular, Sir Christopher
Xavier Robeson. Sir Christopher and the Prince had been friends since
Christopher had moved to the castle to start his training at the age of seven.
As they grew into manhood, training together for careers in nobility, they came
to depend on one another for companionship, laughter and eventually for
intimacy. The two men were inseparable. When the day came that Prince Verge was
told a marriage date had been set, and he would be leaving for the Kingdom of
Uprenway, the Prince ran away to Sir Christopher at his very first opportunity.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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tears. Verge banged on Chris’ door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“Alright, alright hold onto your horses, I’m on my way!”
Chris shouted through the door. He unlocked and opened the door; the Prince
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“Have you heard? Do you know…do you know what they did to
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look into his eyes. “Heard what? And what has been done to you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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his breeches to reveal a metal and leather chastity devise locked into place.
“I’ve always imagined that we would make love one last time before I had to
leave, and now not only have they given me very little notice that I’m to
leave, they’ve made it impossible for us to be together.” Verge fell back into
Chris’ arms and, once again, started to weep.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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causing the royal brat to yelp. He drew Verge into an embrace and then grasped
the Prince’s ass. “First of all,” he said, squeezing and separating the naked
cheeks. “Just because you have been confined, does not mean we can’t make love.
I intend to place you over my lap, use the clystra to clean you out, and then I
will bend you over the bed and I will take you from behind.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Christopher, please don’t talk like that; it is causing me to strain painfully
against this horrible device.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“Your Highness,” Chris said with a bit of evil pleasure in
this voice. “I think you are going to need to get used to that feeling because
not only do I intend to do just as I said, but I have been asked by your
parents to serve as the head of your royal guard during your journey to
Uprenway. Since the key to that device is on its way to Princess Katherine
there is no way you can get out. And, Prince Virgil, I intend to be sodomizing
that sweet arse of yours as much as possible before your wedding day. I do hope
you are able to learn to long for the ache of that ‘horrible device’.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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few things to get ready first. Finish
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warming over the fire and filled a pitcher with water. He took the pitcher over
to the bed and set it down on the nightstand.
The handsome Knight added soap powder to the mixture and gave it a good
stir. Chris sat on the bed and patted
his lap. The Prince took slow small steps towards his lover while the Knight
removed the clystra and the small cruet of oil from the compartment in the
stand. “All right my sweet prince it is time for your clyster.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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doing inside its constraints was gone. Chris took the prince’s hand and helped
him to lie across his lap. The Knight poured several drops of oil onto his
fingers and thoroughly slicked them. He slipped his finger between the soft ass
cheeks of his lover and began to swirl his slick finger around Verge’s opening.
He pressed his finger in, and worked it seductively in and out, added a second
finger and continued the careful oiling of his lover’s arse. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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groaned in pleasure and pumped his hips, hoping that it might cause the
chastity devise to move; allowing his cock a small bit of room to grow. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Christopher withdrew his fingers, and the Prince whimpered with need. Chris
slicked the clystra, and inserted the metal tip into the princely
arsehole. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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hissed. “I hate being clystered. The royal nurse is way too liberal with them;
I don’t think I will miss her when I move to Uprenway.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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laughed. “Your father didn’t tell you that Nurse Sydney will be making the
journey with us. She is a wedding gift to you and the Princess Katherine.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“The
King is evil.” Verge pouted. “I just think he wants to get her away from his
bum.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“Oh
stop, you love her dearly. She was a wonderful nurse to you when you were a
child.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“I
do, but the woman thinks a big huge clyster will cure anything.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“Well,
dear Prince, this clyster is going to clean you out for the most absolute
buggering of your life.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Verge
shivered at his guard’s words, and shivered more completely when first oil and
then the warm suds were poured into the clystra funnel. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“I
hate this,” Verge whimpered. “I’m so glad you do it for me, I could never do
this to prep myself for you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“I
know, my love.” Sir Christopher pulled the clystra from his Prince’s ass and
set it aside. He slid a small carved plug into place. “Turn over, sweetheart,
and let me rub your belly while you hold that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“I’ve
got to go now!” Virgil protested. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“Hush,”
Sir Christopher ordered; he leaned down on the bed covering his brat’s mouth
with his own. It was a long possessive kiss to distract the growing pressure in
the Prince’s bowels. He pulled out of the kiss. “Okay, brat, you may go.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">The
Prince got up off the bed, grabbed some spare rags, and ran out the Knight’s
chamber door. It was not the first time he had been seen streaking through the
hallways of the Knights’ of Virtue quarters—some might think it shocking—but
the Knights of Virtue were not a chaste group. Their virtue was that of good
deed; they served as the medical corps for the House of Wallace’s army. The
all-male medical corps were finely trained soldiers, and the country’s best
nurses, physicians and surgeons—they were also some of the most kinky buggers
in the land. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Verge
returned to Sir Christopher’s quarters looking and feeling a bit drained. The
handsome Knight sat his lover down on the bed and then went to wet a wash cloth
with warm water from the kettle. He came back to the bed and gently washed away
the sweat from Prince Virgil’s body and dried him with a soft towel. He then
offered Verge his hand. “Up you go, Your Highness.” Chris drew his lover into a
close embrace. “I love you Virgil Michael Joseph Bradley, Prince of Ezgeplegway
and Earl of Istea, Knight Companion of the Most Noble Order of Virtue.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Verge
felt his body relax into the embrace. “I love you too, Sir.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“Well
then, now that the shmoopy part is over, let’s get on with some serious
buggery.” Sir Christopher spun Verge around, applied a sharp slap to his bared
buttocks, and then bent him over the bed. “Are you ready to be mounted from the
rear, Your Highness?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“Oh
God, yes!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Chris
poured oil into his hand and slid it over his erect cock.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“Hurry!”
Verge urged. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">The
Knight applied a swift swat. “Unless you would like your tail warmed before we
begin, I suggest you stop being such a demanding aristocrat.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Verge’s
hrmuff was quickly turned to a moan of pleasure, when Sir Christopher slid two
slick fingers inside of him. The fingers moved in and out, scissoring, curving,
pressing, and twirling exquisitely. “Oh, dear God,” Verge whimpered. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Chris
smiled at his lover’s pleasure and evilly withdrew his fingers. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“No!”
the Prince begged. “Please, I need you inside me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Sir
Christopher lined his cock up to the royal arsehole and pushed forward. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">The
Prince began to whimper. “Please, you have to take this horrible thing off
me. Please, I think I will die if I have
to keep this on.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Sir
Christopher leaned forward and dropped light kisses along the Prince’s neck.
“I’m sorry, sweet Prince, I can’t. So let’s make the best of this. Close your
eyes and think of how I’m going to fuck you, make love to you, bugger you, and
sodomize your brains out; in every possible position that I can between here
and Uprenway.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Verge
whimpered at the pain of his cock straining in its strict metal confines, and
then began to moan as the feel of his Knight’s thick tool moving inside him
turned on every pleasure sensor he had. A light sweat broke out on his skin as
he struggled to control the raging battle between agony and ecstasy raging in
his nether region. The strain in his cock was such a new sensation that he
found himself giving over to the painful engorgement. The Prince grabbed hold
of the sheets as his whole body tensed in anxiety and discomfort. He no longer
whimpered or moaned. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Sir
Christopher stopped his thrusting; he was buried deep inside his lover.
“Relax,” he whispered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“I
can’t; I hate this,” Verge sobbed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“Do
you feel my cock deep in your arse?” The Knight questioned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“Yes…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“Focus
on my cock, only on the fullness inside you. Feel its girth. You have the most
sensitive fabulous asshole. Use it to grasp me and hold me inside.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“Oh
Lord,” the Prince panted. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“That’s
it. I’m going to slowly pull out and you had better be gripping me
tightly. Understand, boy?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">The
Prince felt his body begin to relax at his lover’s gruff sexy orders. “Aye Sir,
I do.” Verge felt Chris’ cock slowly
brush over his prostate, and a wave of tingling bliss shot through his
body. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Chris
thrust quickly back into his partner’s body, and the sound of his balls banging
on Verge’s ass rang throughout the room. He then fell into a rhythm of slowly
withdrawing and swiftly entering the royal hole. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Verge began to tremble as he focused only on the sensations
taking place in his ass. He teased his lover’s cock by squeezing his tight
rings of muscle. The Prince felt the
pulse of the Knight cumming inside him, and reveled that his body could evoke
such a strong and powerful orgasm from his Top.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Sir
Christopher pulled the Prince into a standing position and held him tight as he
felt his cock shrink inside his boy. Chris softly ran his fingers over the
Prince’s sensitive skin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“How
are you my sweet companion?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“Mmmmm,”
Verge purred. “How could that have been so amazing? I didn’t even get to cum?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“Because
you gave yourself over to me and you learned to take pleasure from pleasing
me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“Well,
I have always been a selfless lover.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Christopher landed a swift swat on the Prince’s thigh. “You are the greediest
bugger in all the land.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“Yes,
that’s what I said.” Verge teased. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“Brat.”
The Knight laughed. “It is time for us to get dressed and prepare for our
morning departure.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“I
don’t want to,” the Prince softly whispered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Chris
kissed his lover’s neck. “I know, my love, but we have to anyway. You are
expected in Uprenway in a fortnight, so we must leave at dawn.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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was the early predawn hours, and Prince Virgil was holding his breeches and
looking down at his chastity belt with utter disgust. “Please won’t you cut it
off? We can say it fell off.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“The
King and Queen of Uprenway expect you to arrive with that in place. If I remove
it your marriage would be called off and that would risk the treaties that have
been signed between the two kingdoms.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Verge
cocked his head and looked carefully at Sir Christopher. “How do you know
that?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“It
is a standard practice to seal the future husband of an heir to the throne into
a chastity belt; to ensure he doesn’t embarrass his future family by
impregnating any undesirables shortly before the wedding.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Prince pouted. “I could have assured them that I wouldn’t impregnate anyone.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“Yes,
dear one, I do know that, but it is an ancient practice. I have something that
may make you feel a little more comfortable wearing the chastity belt.” Sir
Christopher handed the Prince a small package wrapped in black silk and tied
with a silver bow. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“You
can’t possibly have anything that would make me feel better about this horrid
torture device,” Verge whined. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Knight laughed. “Why don’t you open it and see.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Prince
Virgil untied the bow, and the silk fell around a stunning codpiece. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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was quiet for a while before he chucked the codpiece at Sir Christopher. “How
long have you known they were going to do this to me? And why the bloody hell
didn’t you tell me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“I
didn’t tell you…” The Knight took a quick step towards his brat and grabbed him
by the arm. “…I knew you would be overly
upset…,” Sir Christopher sat down on the bed and pulled the breeches-less royal
brat over his lap. “…and would throw a major tantrum.” This phrase was
emphasized with a loud swat. “I didn’t want you moping around over something
you could do nothing about.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“Let
me up! I have a right to be upset!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“No,
you’re staying put,” the Knight answered, and he began spanking with more
gusto. “You do have the right to be upset, but you do not have the right to
throw things at your Top. That, your Highness, will land you over my lap every
time.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Prince dropped his head and let the spanking and his emotions win out, and
began to cry over leaving his beloved home, being locked in a chastity belt,
apprehension over an arranged marriage, and the burn building on his bum. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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was thankful as he pulled his breeches up over his very sore arse, that he and
Sir Christopher had awaken early enough that the spanking, and post punishment
cuddle, didn’t throw them too far off schedule. “It was terribly cruel of you
to blister my bum when I have to spend the rest of the day sitting on a horse.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">“It
was terribly cruel of you to throw something at me that I spent a lot of time
making for you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">The
Prince flushed with embarrassment. “Umm, yes ... about that, Sir … could … umm
… I …”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Sir
Christopher put his boy out of misery and handed him the codpiece. The Prince
looked down at the fine scarlet leather accessory; it was covered in small gold
disks emblazoned with his family crest. On the inside of the codpiece was the
large branded crest of Sir Christopher; it was a stunning piece, and something
that couldn't be worn until he was married and would take on the family name
and crest of his wife. A tear trickled down Verge’s face. This beautiful piece
of artwork was specifically handmade for what would ultimately be a short
period of time for the purpose of lessening his embarrassment about the
chastity belt while, at the same time, allowing him to wear his lover close. “I
will love you always and forever, Sir Christopher.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302532104675231901.post-21776148921932462922011-09-25T19:43:00.000-07:002011-09-25T19:44:58.810-07:00An Adventure in Dog Siting<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"></span><br />
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<i style="line-height: 1.22em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Written for the September 2011 Tea Room Leather Challenge</span></i></div>
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<i style="line-height: 1.22em;"><b style="line-height: 1.22em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Title: An Adventure in Dog Siting</span></b></i></div>
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<i style="line-height: 1.22em;"><b style="line-height: 1.22em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Author: Tarabeth</span></b></i></div>
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<i style="line-height: 1.22em;"><b style="line-height: 1.22em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Characters: TJ and Katie...with Cupid playing a supporting role</span></b></i></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I arrived home to find Cupid chewing on a thoroughly destroyed red leather paddle.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I took Katie by the hand and led her to the bedroom where I unfastened her pants and lowered them to the floor.<span style="line-height: 1.22em;"> </span>“I can’t believe you gave it to the dog to chew on,” I scolded.<span style="line-height: 1.22em;"> </span>I hooked my fingers into her underwear, and they joined her pants in a pool around her feet.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">“It is wicked and evil, and it needed to be destroyed,” she cried.<span style="line-height: 1.22em;"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 1.22em;"> </span>I opened the drawer to the bedside table and withdrew an item my brat had not yet seen.<span style="line-height: 1.22em;"> </span>“I guess you hadn’t realized I’d also purchased the version with holes.”</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">“Noooo,” she protested as I pulled her over my lap and set to turning her bottom a color much resembling the beautiful crimson paddle I was wielding. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><b style="line-height: 1.22em;"><i style="line-height: 1.22em;">Author: Tarabeth</i></b></span></div>
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smells good and aren’t you a pretty site,” Chris said as he entered the
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302532104675231901.post-68736314065130850702010-10-18T04:45:00.000-07:002010-10-18T04:45:06.099-07:00Candy and Costume Changes<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>Title: Candy and Costume Changes</i></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>Author: Tarabeth</i></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>Characters: TJ and Katie</i></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">“It’s Halloween!” I protested.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">“Or…you could be a brat cuddling with her top.”</span></span><o:p></o:p></div></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302532104675231901.post-86251320026505006752010-07-31T20:53:00.001-07:002013-08-24T17:27:06.267-07:00Cunt!<div class="MsoNormal">
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“Cunt!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“What? I reclaimed it, Cunt!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Really, what kind of person would cast a foul-mouthed Brat to perform <i>Reclaiming Cunt</i> in the <i>Vagina Monologues</i>? Well not me for sure. But obviously the director of our local V-Day production thought differently, and I suppose I can kind of see her point. My Katie was perfect for the role, but that damn director didn't have to listen to the word ‘CUNT’ being shouted in her house for what seemed like every moment, of every day, for the last six weeks. <o:p></o:p></div>
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When the neighbors complained, I told Katie to turn on the fan and the radio when she was practicing her monologue. She protested; I swatted. She relented, or so I’d thought until I got out of my car this evening to hear, “C-U-N, C-U-N, C-U-N! N! N! N! N! N! N! N! N! N! CUNT! CUNT! CUNT! CUNT!” The neighbors filed out through their front doors towards me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I walked through the front door, and Katie tried to run for safety. She didn’t make it in time; she was interrupted by me grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the couch. I sat, undid her pants, pulled them down and guided her across my lap. “Is it nice to shout ‘CUNT’ from the top of your lungs, causing the neighbors to complain?” I asked. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Nice?” she said. “No, but it is a hell of a lot of fun!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she cried. “T. J., it’s for charity. You know this is a huge fundraiser for the local womens' shelters.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Oh, my dear brat. She was correct, but that wasn’t going to save her butt. “I don’t think raising money for charity usually involves tormenting the neighbors with shouts of one of the rudest terms for the female genitalia that exists.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">Chris was sitting at the kitchen table when I got home from the clinic. He was on the phone with our dear friend Leo, wishing him a very happy birthday. Jamie and Leo had gone to Hawaii for Leo’s birthday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I saw Chris press the speaker button, so I called out, “Happy Birthday Dear from one Brat to another!!” He laughed, and thanked me. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">“It looks like it belongs to a canoe!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">Chris laughed, and I think I heard Jamie snickering in the background. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial-ItalicMT; font-size: 13.0pt;"><i>The</i></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;"> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial-ItalicMT; font-size: 13.0pt;"><i>Bastards!!</i></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">Chris raised the dreaded implement up over his shoulder like a bat, and I thought if he put his full power into it he just might propel me to Hawaii to wish Leo a happy birthday in person. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">I placed my hands on my butt and jumped around to face Chris. “Hey! Wait! How did I get sucked into this?” I demanded. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">“I figured this was far better than giving him a virtual spanking,” Chris answered. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">“But, he’s a Brat. He would never want another Brat to get a spanking at his expense.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">“You do have a point there,” he answered. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">I sighed in relief and started to pull my scrubs back up. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">“But he loves you—he could stand for you to take a birthday spanking.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">I huffed. “He is kind of a kinky bastard like that. But still, I think he would feel bad…” I gave a big pause for emphasis, “…unless the spanking was a precursor to something good…something erotic…maybe a soak in the tub followed by great sex?” I suggested. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">“I make no promises except that if you don’t turn back around and assume the position—as you were instructed—I’ll put you over my knee until you agree to follow instructions.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">I gave a quick stomp and muttered under my breath, “Bastard,” before I turned around and resumed the position of putting my cute little bare butt in prime position. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">Chris walked up behind me and ran a finger from the base of my balls up my crack giving a gentle push when he reached my opening. My sac pulled up and I felt blood rushing to my cock. He leaned over my back and whispered into my ear. “Be a good Brat and I promise you will be greatly rewarded when we are done.” His finger ran the rest of the way up my crack and then the palm of his hand spread out and ran softly over my cheek and then he gave a quick squeeze and an even quicker swat. “Ready Brats?” he asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">“Yes,” we quietly answered. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">I felt the paddle slide between my legs. “Spread your legs wider and bend your knees.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">I did as I was instructed. I felt the paddle smooth over first my right cheek and then the left. It lifted off my ass and then smacked down hard over both cheeks. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">“One.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">“Two.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">“Three.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">When I heard twelve my butt was very warm. Chris stopped and came over and placed his hands on my heated backside and lovingly massaged my ass. “We’re a third of the way there, baby,” he softly cooed into my ear.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">“Oh God,” I groaned, “How old is he?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">He laughed. “Has the heat in your bum affected your brain? He’s thirty-six.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">“How can that sound so young and still completely set my butt on fire?” I grumbled. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">“You’ll be fine.” Chris gave my ass a squeeze and picked up the paddle. It once again grazed my bum before it was raised and then expertly applied to my toasty cheeks.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">“Thirteen.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">“Fourteen.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">“Fifteen.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">The second set of twelve was applied in a much softer manner—for which I was very grateful. He set the paddle down and came to massage my fiery cheeks. I heard sounds coming from the speakerphone, but I couldn’t make them out. Honestly, I didn’t really appreciate the reminder that my spanking was being broadcast to across the Pacific Ocean even if it was for a dear friend’s birthday. Chris leaned in and again whispered into my ear. “When I’m done, we will say goodbye to Leo and Jamie, and then I will massage you inside and out. I will bury myself deep inside you and ensure that you will feel me for days. After that, I’ll put you in the tub for a soak. I’ll wash you. I’ll dry you, and then I’ll slowly make love to you. And we will fall asleep spooned together with me still deep inside of you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">I sighed and my body began to melt into him. Chris placed his hands around my hips and pulled me back up. “But first you have to take the last twelve with the paddle, because I want to do all those things to your fiery hot butt.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">I let out a soft whimper of pain and anticipation of the immense pleasure soon to come.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">His hands softly ran over my cheeks, and I heard him pick up the wretched birthday paddle. It again rained down on my poor bum. I grunted at each and every swat. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">“Thirty-four.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">“Thirty-five.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">“Thirty-six.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">I kneeled on the ground, and Chris kneeled next to me and rubbed my back. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 13.0pt;">“Happy Birthday dear. Have a great rest of the evening.” Chris said. I heard my voice softly speak in unison with his. “Goodbye.” Chris lifted me off the floor and stripped off my clothes. He then picked me up into his arms and carried me to bed. The rest of the evening was wonderful. I wondered if Leo’s evening could compare. I certainly hoped so, because he deserved all the love, attention, and pampering I received—delivered in a devilishly kinky style that perfectly suited he and Jamie. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial-BoldItalicMT; font-size: 13.0pt;"><b><i>~ The End ~<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div><!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302532104675231901.post-79321584691726140892010-07-10T23:46:00.001-07:002010-07-10T23:46:27.286-07:00Good Company<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Title: Good Company<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Author: Tarabeth<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Characters: Jamie and Leo<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;">"Leo, come `er baby, sit down." Jamie held out his hand. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;">I shook my head. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;">He moved so quickly, I couldn't brace myself as I felt him tug on my belt loops. I fell backwards onto his lap, yelping as my butt made contact.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;">His arms wrapped around me, and he kissed my neck. "It's going to be a long picnic, if you continue to pout."<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;">"It's going to be a long picnic sitting on a sore butt."<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;">I looked up to see Verge and Katie receiving simultaneous swats.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;">"Well it looks like you'll be in good company," he said. <o:p></o:p></div><!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302532104675231901.post-64425486288799591732010-07-09T02:47:00.000-07:002010-07-09T15:50:33.356-07:00The Picnic<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3PCy6cRxo_AcFxPQvnk2OqPFQHhIe_SF9T4dIMPem0W4cKxJss1OFJ2WPm-1lNEVUPySQlIuBGNejc1vUD2V8mS2ah_sibrNw8qeeSw2p5OzV5b2SNy55Ky9Eiao0qU36VVQgnJHkVW7p/s1600/LIBBAS7W.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3PCy6cRxo_AcFxPQvnk2OqPFQHhIe_SF9T4dIMPem0W4cKxJss1OFJ2WPm-1lNEVUPySQlIuBGNejc1vUD2V8mS2ah_sibrNw8qeeSw2p5OzV5b2SNy55Ky9Eiao0qU36VVQgnJHkVW7p/s200/LIBBAS7W.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><b><i>Title: The Picnic</i></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><b><i>Author: Tarabeth</i></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><b><i>Characters: TJ and Katie</i></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">“Take your clothes off.” TJ sat naked on a blanket with a picnic basket beside her. I removed my clothing and laid it on the armchair. Her eyes grew wider with desire. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I sat beside her and watched her open the basket. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She withdrew a silk scarf and tied my hands together. I purred as the smooth fabric ran over my skin. She removed a feather and slowly dragged it over my body. I shuddered and arched my back in pleasure. She set a bottle of lube next to my hips and spread my legs as she withdrew a dildo…</span></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302532104675231901.post-30221146970521114962010-06-18T22:48:00.001-07:002010-06-18T22:48:49.314-07:00It wasn’t my fault<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Title: It wasn’t my fault</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Author: Tarabeth</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Characters: TJ and Katie</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Written for the Writing Lines Spring 2010 Challenge</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“It wasn’t my fault.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I cried, but TJ continued to undo my pants.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“I know, baby.” She guided me over her lap and swept my underpants down. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“How come you’re going to spank me?” </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">She rubbed my back with her right hand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I’m not.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She reached into the bedside table with her left.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I whimpered when I saw what she took out of the drawer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">She kissed the top of my head. “It’s okay baby.” She stopped rubbing my back when she picked it up and spread my cheeks apart. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I released a hiccupped breath as she inserted the thermometer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302532104675231901.post-18132437901190578712010-06-10T12:48:00.000-07:002010-06-10T12:48:37.745-07:00Whose Fault Was It? Part 3<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Title: Whose Fault Was It? Part 3<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Author: Tarabeth<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Characters: Jamie and Leo<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>The Drabble Follows <a href="http://katiesfamily-tarabeth.blogspot.com/2010/06/whose-fault-is-it.html">Whose Fault Was It?</a> and <a href="http://katiesfamily-tarabeth.blogspot.com/2010/06/whose-fault-was-it-part-2.html">Whose Fault Was It? Part 2</a></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Written for the <a href="http://wlauthors.blogspot.com/">Writing Lines</a> Spring 2010 “It’s not my fault” Drabble Challenge<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“It WAS NOT my fault.” Jamie gave Leo a stern look—made all the more menacing with Jamie still in his police uniform.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Leo blushed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe his line of logic was flawed.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“I said I would spank you if you drove by and mooned me while I was on traffic patrol.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your need to find a way around my direct order does not make this situation ‘my fault’.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Leo gulped.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Jamie snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor in front of him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Leo slowly made his way across the room and was finally given the opportunity to bare his butt.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302532104675231901.post-35216672600161791342010-06-10T12:42:00.000-07:002010-06-10T12:49:21.264-07:00Whose Fault Was It? Part 2<div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Title: Whose Fault Was It? Part 2<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Author: Tarabeth<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Characters: TJ and Katie<o:p></o:p></i></b><br />
<b><i>This Drabble follows <a href="http://katiesfamily-tarabeth.blogspot.com/2010/06/whose-fault-is-it.html">Whose Fault Was it?</a></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Written for the <a href="http://wlauthors.blogspot.com/">Writing Lines</a> Spring 2010 “It’s not my fault” Drabble Challenge<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“It wasn’t my fault,” Katie whimpered and sniffled. She hated standing in the corner with her pants down, and her hot bum on display. She reached back trying to feel for the indents she was sure TJ’s hairbrush had left on her poor battered buttocks. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Are you claiming it wasn’t your bare butt waving out the window of Verge’s car?”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“No,” she sighed.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“I didn’t think so, hush. You have five minutes left in the corner.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“But, it was Leo’s idea.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“You’d have been better off if it was Leo’s butt.” Giving in, TJ opened her arms. “Come here, Brat.”<br />
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<a href="http://katiesfamily-tarabeth.blogspot.com/2010/06/whose-fault-was-it-part-3.html">On to Part 3</a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302532104675231901.post-30319130826392544032010-06-10T12:40:00.000-07:002010-06-10T12:42:54.966-07:00Whose Fault is it?<div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Title: Whose Fault Was It?<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Author: Tarabeth<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Characters: Chris and Verge<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Written for the <a href="http://wlauthors.blogspot.com/">Writing Lines</a> Spring 2010 “It’s not my fault” Drabble Challenge<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“It wasn’t my fault.” Verge emphasized his point with a stomp, but Chris just continued to unfasten his pants. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Are you listening to me?” His second stomp was a bit more difficult with his pants and underwear pooled around his ankles. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Hello? Chris?” He squirmed to get more comfortable over Chris’ lap. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Why aren’t you answering me?” The end of his sentence came out in a high-pitched yelp as he felt his husband’s hard hand fall on his upturned bum. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“I heard your excuse, Virgil my dear. I bet Katie’s making a similar claim for this afternoon’s drive-by mooning.”<br />
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<b><i><a href="http://katiesfamily-tarabeth.blogspot.com/2010/06/whose-fault-was-it-part-2.html">On to Part 2</a></i></b></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302532104675231901.post-91576556935558940762009-12-02T06:22:00.001-08:002009-12-02T06:22:38.760-08:00A Note to Fellow Brats<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal">A note to Fellow Brats—<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Your top may not look fondly on you sending her mother a DVD of the two of you frolicking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Okay, TJ was frolicking me on the kitchen table with her favorite strap-on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Have I mentioned that I don’t like her mother? What kind of idiot shows a DVD to her bookclub without viewing it first?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">So here I stand—in the corner, butt aching, pants around my ankles—issuing this warning: Don’t secretly video hot sex with your partner and mail to her mother.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It will not end well for you or your butt.<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Katie<br />
</div><!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302532104675231901.post-60621181288133430362009-09-07T22:12:00.000-07:002009-10-03T10:23:51.960-07:00Title: Katie goes Topless Part 12<span style="font-weight: bold;">Title: Katie goes Topless Part 12<br />
Author: Tarabeth<br />
Characters: TJ/Katie, Chris/Verge, Syd<br />
Implements: Hand, Hairbrush, Wooden Spoon<br />
F/F Sex<br />
Warnings: Lots of angst & unBeta'd<span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br />
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*** *** *** *** ***<br />
<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Friday Continued</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">**Katie**</span><br />
<br />
I wiggled trying to pull out of TJ’s embrace. She finally loosened her hold, but kept one hand on my waist and the other gently stroked my arm. <br />
<br />
“What do you mean you’re not going back to Boston? You can’t ruin your whole career for me.” I dropped to the floor, which ignited the sting in my butt. I wrapped my arms around my knees, hid my head, and began to sob. <br />
<br />
TJ sat on the floor next to me, and wrapped her arms around me. She used her fingers to softly pet me. “Shhhh, my love, I’ve arranged with the university to change my courses into a distance learning format. I’ll go back a couple of times during the semester to lecture in person and meet with students. I also promised to host a fundraiser on my next trip back.” <br />
<br />
I poked my head up and looked at her. “That’s not fair to you or your students,” I said in a hiccupped voice. <br />
<br />
“I’m thrilled to come home. I’ve missed you so much. I just wish I had thought of this option long ago, so we wouldn’t have been separated.” <br />
<br />
There was a knock on the door. I let out a long sigh, and started to get up off the floor. TJ gave me a soft smile. <br />
<br />
Once we were both standing, TJ placed her hands on my head, brushed my tears away with her thumbs, and pulled me into a long kiss. <br />
<br />
There was a more aggressive knock on the door. “Hello, this is Management, is there someone in there?” <br />
<br />
“Yes,” Teej answered, “we’ll be out in a minute.”<br />
<br />
I rubbed my eyes. “I guess we should go.”<br />
<br />
She nodded. <br />
<br />
“Any chance I could blame this week on you for not thinking of the distance learning thing earlier?” I asked. <br />
<br />
“Nope.” TJ applied a soft swat to my butt. “I suspect tonight or tomorrow, you'll have a long session over my knee. You really outdid yourself in the bratting this week. I heard a rumor you may even be up for the Brat of the Year award,” she teased, before she opened the door. <br />
<br />
I gave her my best pout. <br />
<br />
“Ooo, I should get a picture of that face. It will look great on the academy’s ballots.”<br />
<br />
“You are a mean woman,” I replied. <br />
<br />
TJ took hold of my hand. <br />
<br />
“I missed you,” I said with a hiccupped breath. <br />
<br />
She gave my hand a gentle squeeze. “I love you.”<br />
<br />
“I love you, too.”<br />
<br />
*** *** *** *** ***<br />
<br />
We arrived back at the table, and I sat down next to Claire. TJ sat next to me; she still held my hand. <br />
<br />
Claire placed her hand on my knee and gave a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry,” I softly said to the table. <br />
<br />
“We know, honey,” Syd said. Her voice conveyed so much compassion. <br />
<br />
I looked up at Verge. He bowed his head, and seemed to readjust his napkin, before looking guiltily back up at me. <br />
<br />
I gave him a very soar face. <br />
<br />
“I’m sorry,” he mouthed to me. <br />
<br />
I smiled, and mouthed back, “Thank you.”<br />
<br />
“I told her everything,” he softly said. <br />
<br />
I winced. “Everything?”<br />
<br />
He nodded. “Sorry.”<br />
<br />
“It’s okay. I needed her.” I gave Verge a smile and squeezed TJ’s hand. <br />
<br />
Dinner went well. It was nice to be with my friends and family. I was quiet most of the evening. I was enjoying the sense of safety that having TJ by my side was giving me. I hadn’t realized how exhausting it was to function with all of my guards up, until she was with me, and I was able to let them go. After singing <i>Happy Birthday</i> and watching Verge open his presents, it became a struggle to keep my eyes open. I rested my head on TJ’s shoulder. “Can we go home soon?” I asked. <br />
<br />
“Of course, my love.” TJ stood up. “Happy birthday Verge. It was lovely to see you all, but I think it's time that we go. I’m still on east coast time.”<br />
<br />
Everyone stood, and we gave kisses and hugs before we left for home. TJ removed the keys to the Jeep from my bag. I don’t remember much after that, but I’m assuming I fell asleep in the car, that TJ helped me into the house, undressed me and put me to bed. <br />
<br />
I woke up at some point during the night. I sighed in comfort at the feel of TJ’s skin against mine, her breath on my neck. I really had to pee, but I didn’t want to leave her embrace, so I stayed spooned against her. <br />
<br />
Soon I heard her ask, “Are you awake, baby?”<br />
<br />
I nodded. <br />
<br />
“I need to use the toilet. What about you?”<br />
<br />
I nodded again. <br />
<br />
TJ led me to the master bathroom. “I’m going to go use the one in the hall; I’ll be right back.”<br />
<br />
“Wait,” I said, “please don’t leave me alone.”<br />
<br />
“Okay, baby.” She leaned against the door jam. “You were triggered pretty badly, huh?”<br />
<br />
I felt tears well up in my eyes. I should have told her, if not because I needed her, because it wasn’t fair to keep the information from her. My breath caught in my throat when I tried to speak, so I just nodded to her. I got up, and went to the sink to wash my hands while TJ took her turn. She placed a soft kiss on my neck, while she washed her own hands. She then led me back to bed, and I once again settled my body into the curve of hers. I relished in the feel of her soft breasts on my back. <br />
<br />
*** *** *** *** ***<br />
<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Saturday<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
I awoke to a gentle breeze coming through the window, the bright sunlight, and TJ’s hands roaming over my body. Her touch was so light and electric that it sent shivers of pleasure through my body. I felt goose bumps form on my skin. My nipples instantly hardened, and I was already dripping with excitement. “Ah, you’re awake,” she said. I could hear the smile in her voice. <br />
<br />
“How did you expect me to stay asleep with you touching me like that?” <br />
<br />
“I didn’t; that’s why I did it,” she answered. <br />
<br />
I laughed. “I love you. I missed you so.”<br />
<br />
“Missed me?” TJ’s hand slid down and slipped between my moist lips. Her middle and ring fingers began to circle my clit. “Or the things I do to you?”<br />
<br />
My breathing became heavy. “Both, uhhhh. How do you know the exact right way to touch me?”<br />
<br />
“I’m just good.” TJ sat up, but her hand continued to pleasure me between my legs. <br />
<br />
I turned over onto my back and raised my knees. <br />
<br />
TJ inched her shoulders between my thighs, spreading my legs open for her. She lowered her head; her fingers now held me open while her velvety tongue ran from my perineum up to my now hard clit. “You taste so good,” she moaned. <br />
<br />
“Less talk, more licking,” I panted. <br />
<br />
She laughed and returned her tongue to the task of pleasuring me. <br />
<br />
My breathing continued to quicken, and I raised my hips to encourage her wondrous mouth. Soft grunts escaped my mouth, as my whole body tingled with pleasure. As my orgasm started, I held my breath. She thrust her fingers inside me, and applied firm pressure to my G spot, which caused me to shudder with continuous orgasms until I eventually collapsed with exhaustion. <br />
<br />
“Liked that did you?” she asked. <br />
<br />
“Mmmm,” was all I could say. <br />
<br />
TJ climbed up my body and lay on top of me. Her lips touched mine. She opened my mouth with her tongue, and I could taste myself in her mouth. We continued to kiss. She slid her arms underneath me, and rolled us over, so I now lay draped across her. She began to softly run her fingers through my hair. “Go back to sleep, my love. I’m here with you.”<br />
<br />
*** *** *** *** *** <br />
<br />
I woke up to find TJ smiling at me. My head was still resting on her shoulder, and she was simply looking at me and smiling. <br />
<br />
“I’m glad your home,” I said. <br />
<br />
She leaned towards me for a kiss. We pulled out of the kiss and she began to run her fingers through my hair. “I’m glad I’m home too.”<br />
<br />
“Time to talk, yeah?”<br />
<br />
TJ’s smile faded to a more sympathetic look. She placed a soft kiss on my lips. “I think that would be good. Why don’t we start over breakfast?” she suggested. <br />
<br />
“I’m not hungry,” I told her. <br />
<br />
“I don’t remember asking if you were.” TJ sat us both up and she patted my thigh. “Go put something on, so you don’t give the neighbors a show." She got out of bed, and slipped a caramel colored silk gown on. It beautifully highlighted her soft mocha skin. <br />
<br />
I pulled on a pair of camouflage boxers and a pink t-shirt. I opened the bedroom door and Fred and George came running in. They ran straight to TJ and began to purr as they rubbed their bodies against her legs. She laughed and scooped George up, placing him on her shoulders. She reached back down and picked up Fred, cradling him as she walked out to the kitchen. <br />
<br />
I filled the cat dish with dry food, and Fred wiggled out of TJ’s arms and strolled over to his food dishes. He looked at the empty wet food bowl and let out loud howl. “Yes, I know it is empty Fred. It would be nice if you would at least give a minute to wash it out.” I bent down to pick up the ceramic celadon bowl. <br />
<br />
TJ poured bran cereal into two bowls. <br />
<br />
I began to wash the cat dish. “Well I guess having breakfast before our talk means I won’t have to squirm around in my seat at a restaurant.”<br />
<br />
She smiled. “You are always the consummate optimist,” she teased. <br />
<br />
I turned from the kitchen sink and blew a raspberry at her. <br />
<br />
She handed me a can of cat food. George leapt from her shoulder onto the counter, and swaggered over to me and the empty food bowl. He then sprawled his body across the counter as he watched me empty the can into his bowl. “I see you have been doing a good job of enforcing the no cats on the kitchen counter rule.” TJ applied a swat to my butt and shooed George off the counter. <br />
<br />
“Owe.” I rubbed my butt. “Yes, keeping the cats off the counter was at the top of my list while I was having rape flashbacks,” I replied. <br />
<br />
She applied another firm swat to my butt as I was bending down to put the cat food on the floor. “Mind the attitude or we will be continuing this conversation after I’ve warmed your butt,” she warned me. <br />
<br />
“Will that get me out of eating the bran cereal?” I realized that maybe I should have kept my mouth shut about the bran cereal when TJ yanked my boxers down, bent me over a kitchen chair, and began to paddle me with a wooden spoon. She is wicked with that damn spoon. She laid a series of firm whacks one on top of the other until it felt like she had removed all skin from that part of my ass. I was having a pretty major cry by the time she helped me up and pulled me into a hug. I stood there--boxers pooled around my ankles, crying into her shoulder. When my cries turned into quiet hiccups she let me go. “Pull up your boxers and have a seat,” she instructed.<br />
<br />
I gave a small pout. “Can’t I stand?”<br />
<br />
“No. Sit.” She scooped yogurt on top of the cereal and placed a bowl in front of me. “Eat.”<br />
<br />
I picked up my spoon and began to stir the yogurt into the cereal. I still hadn’t taken a bite, when TJ got up from the table to take her now empty bowl to the sink. “You can get up, and we can go sit on the sofa.” I began to rise out of my chair. TJ pushed me back down. “When you have finished your breakfast. I’ll be in the lounge reading the paper, come join me when you’re finished.”<br />
<br />
I stared down into the bowl, getting old sucks. When did Apple Jacks with two percent milk turn into All Bran cereal and non-fat yogurt? Eating to stay regular sucks; I let out a huff. <br />
<br />
“Stop being stubborn,” TJ called from the other room. “You do actually like the stuff, so you don’t need to act like I’m feeding you maggots and dog poo.”<br />
<br />
I smiled and took a bite. “Now you’ve really ruined my appetite.” I tried to sound serious, but it didn’t work. “Maggots and dog poo? You’re disgusting.”<br />
<br />
“Thank you. Finish your breakfast.”<br />
<br />
When I had finally finished, I took my bowl to the sink and rinsed it. “Do you want some tea? I’m going to put the kettle on.” I called out. <br />
<br />
I didn’t hear a reply, instead I felt TJ standing behind me. She took the kettle out of my hand and turned the water off. “Stop stalling.” She pointed to the cold stove. I placed the kettle down. <br />
<br />
She took me by the hand and led me to the lounge. We both sat on the couch, and I cuddled into her. I felt tears welling up behind my eyes. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”<br />
<br />
“I know, but we’re going to anyways,” she said in a soft and loving voice. <br />
<br />
“Verge said he told you everything.”<br />
<br />
“Yes, but you’ve told me nothing.” She began to play with my hair. “I need to hear it from you. I need to know how you are.”<br />
<br />
“Crappy. I’m crappy. Can we be done now? Can you spank me? Can we be done now?” I began to cry. “I want it over…make it go away please.”<br />
<br />
“I wish I could baby. But, a spanking isn’t going to make it go away.”<br />
<br />
I looked up at her with surprised look. <br />
<br />
She smiled. “I didn’t say I wasn’t going to spank you. I said, 'a spanking won’t make all your hurt go away.' Will it?” she asked. <br />
<br />
I shook my head. <br />
<br />
“What do you need? What can we do to help you feel better?”<br />
<br />
“You moved back,” I said. <br />
<br />
“Yes, I did,” she said. TJ placed her hand under my chin and turned my head so I was looking her directly in the eyes. “But, my moving home isn’t going to fix things, unless you are willing to tell me what is going on. You need to be willing to work hard processing this stuff, changing to healthier behaviors, and accepting my help—whether it comes in the form of a healthy breakfast, a long talk, or a spanking. Are you willing to do that?”<br />
<br />
“Is any of that negotiable?”<br />
<br />
“Yes,” she replied. “But as always, I have the final say. Today, we are talking, and then dealing with the many, many rules that were broken this past week.” TJ applied a soft kiss to my lips. “Why don’t you start with Monday? What did you do after dropping me off at the airport?”<br />
<br />
We were cuddled to together on the couch for the rest of the morning. I bared my sole. We made lists of healthier choices I could have made over the course of the week, and developed a plan to help me through this latest episode of flashbacks. When we finished, TJ asked how I felt about our plans. I felt pretty good; we had developed a plan of things we knew helped to pull me out of the doldrums. It consisted of balanced meals, exercise, journaling, increased therapy sessions, and little time to myself. It had worked before, and I knew would again. I felt so much better knowing there was a plan to get past the depression, and knowing TJ would be there holding my hand all the way. We sat quietly for a while just enjoying each other’s presence. <br />
<br />
Too soon I felt TJ moving to get up. “I need to use the bathroom. Why don’t you try and go too. I’ll meet you in the bedroom when we’re done.” That was it; my sentence had been passed, and we were moving on to the punishment part. I looked up at her with sad eyes. “Come on,” she said helping me up. “We’ll both feel better when this is done, and we can move on.”<br />
<br />
I nodded and slowly moved towards our bedroom. I used the toilet, washed my hands, and then made my way towards TJ and our bed. She was sitting against the headboard. The hairbrush was sitting on the bedside table. She patted her lap. <br />
<br />
I shook my head. <br />
<br />
She held out her hand. “Yes, my love, we need to get this taken care of.”<br />
<br />
I placed my hand in hers; she pulled me toward her, and down over her lap. I felt her fingers slip into the waistband of my boxers, and she slid them down to my knees. <br />
<br />
I grabbed at the duvet, bunched it into a pillow, and buried my head. This was going to be a long one. <br />
<br />
I didn’t want to focus on what this spanking was for, so I used all my tricks to try and daydream away. I started to think of what we could have for dinner. I ran through all the ingredients to see if we needed to go to the store, but then the sting grew too much for me to concentrate on much else. I decided to focus on my breathing, in and out, in and out, in and out. “Fuck that hurts.” I tried to wiggle away. TJ pulled me closer to her, which allowed for a lot less wiggle. In and out, in and out. “TJ, please it hurts.” Soon my breathing was full of gasps, hiccupped sobs, and occasional, “hurts…TJ…hurts.”<br />
<br />
She stopped, and rubbed my back, while I cried into the bed covers. My crying slowed, and TJ’s hand moved to my fire hot bum. “Okay sweetheart, it’s time to focus on the complete and total unacceptableness of you keeping things from me.” I could feel TJ turn a bit, and I heard her pick up the hairbrush. <br />
<br />
I turned my head to look at TJ. “Please, please TJ, I’m so sorry. I promise I won’t ever do it again. I hurt so much already, please, not the hairbrush.”<br />
<br />
She ran her hand over my butt again. “Katie,” she paused. “I think some of your acting out this week was to see if I would come home and rescue you.”<br />
<br />
I began to softly cry. <br />
<br />
“I can’t rescue you from yourself. I can be here for you, with you—and I can give you consequences to help deter you from engaging in the same type of unhealthy behaviors again.” TJ’s hand stopped its soothing rub of my butt, and I quickly felt the painful sting of the brush. <br />
<br />
The brush did a full round on my poor bum. TJ stopped, and ran the brush over my scorched skin. “Is it okay for you to disregard eating a health diet?”<br />
<br />
“No,” I sobbed. <br />
<br />
“No, it is not,” she said, and emphasized her point with another round with the hairbrush. <br />
<br />
She stopped again. “Is it okay for you to ignore your obligations to your job and your friends?”<br />
<br />
“No.”<br />
<br />
“No, it’s not.” She again emphasized her point with a round of swats. <br />
<br />
“Is it okay for you to disregard my instructions?” This time she didn’t stop spanking. <br />
<br />
I shook my head. <br />
<br />
“Is it okay for you to break the law?”<br />
<br />
I again shook my head. <br />
<br />
“How do I feel about you hurting yourself as a way of dealing with your emotional pain?”<br />
<br />
“You don’t like it,” I responded. <br />
<br />
“No, I don’t. And I really don’t like you ignoring and avoiding talking to me.” With that statement she seemed to have gained a bit more strength, because the hairbrush now had a lot more umff behind it as it landed on my sore backside. “Katie Meagan if you ever keep even half as much from me as you did this week, I will get my daddies old strap and turn you backside purple. Understand?”<br />
<br />
I know I responded in the affirmative, but I have no idea what I said. She landed the brush on my butt a few last times to accentuate her point, and then gathered me into her arms. As my tears ran dry I fell into an exhausted sleep. When I woke I was alone in the bed. I slowly raised my head to look for TJ. She walked out of the closet dressed in shorts, a t-shirt and tennis shoes. “Oh good you’re awake.” She came over and sat next to me on the bed. She ran her fingers softly through my hair and helped me to sit up. She handed me a glass of water and a couple of aspirin from the bedside table. “Here you go baby, I’m sure if you don’t have a headache already, you will soon from all of this mornings emotion."<br />
<br />
I took the pills. <br />
<br />
TJ got up off of the bed, and grabbed a set of workout clothes for me off the top of the dresser. “Come on sweetheart, I think we should try and get a walk in.”<br />
<br />
I gave her a look of sheer horror. <br />
<br />
She smiled. “Fresh air and movement will do us both some good.”<br />
<br />
I raised my eyebrows at her. <br />
<br />
She picked up a bottle of lotion. “Roll over,” she instructed. “I’ll put some lotion on your butt; it will make the walk a little easier.” The cool lotion felt so good on my scorched bottom. I sighed in relief. “Don’t get used to it. I just don’t want you to feel like you are chaffing while we walk.” TJ helped me into a sitting position. I hissed as my butt made contact with the mattress. She helped me to dress and put my shoes on. <br />
<br />
We had a short walk. The fresh air actually did feel great, but the best part was how good I felt. My body wasn't holding so much tension, stress, anxiety, and fear. When we arrived back at the house, I pulled TJ into a hug. “Thank you. Thank you for coming home. Thank you for helping to put me back together. Thank you for loving me.”<br />
<br />
TJ kissed me, and then looked seriously into my eyes. I could feel love radiating from us. She spoke softly, “Thank you for loving me.”<br />
<br />
The End.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302532104675231901.post-65891105638657508862008-11-09T12:44:00.001-08:002009-10-03T13:59:07.747-07:00On the Verge<span style="font-weight: bold;">Title: On the Verge<br />
Author: Tarabeth<br />
Characters: Chris & Verge/Syd & Katie<br />
Implements: Hand & Hairbrush<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br />
<br />
This story is dedicated to several people. To Bear for needing to know why Verge is Verge and not Virg; to Nicole who had to relay Bear’s need; and to Mel for loving Chris and Verge, wanting more of them, and encouraging me through the story. <br />
<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Early Fall - 1990<span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">**Chris**</span><br />
<br />
Katie and I were sitting next to each other both feeling a bit of anticipatory worry, although for different reasons. I had so struggled with the nervous system. It was terribly confusing--dendrites, Glial cells, axons, neurons, and synapses. How was anyone supposed to make sense of this stuff? I had tried to get Katie to study with me, but she had recently taken to hanging out with several women from the softball team and had told me I would have to fend for myself. <br />
<br />
Katie’s worry was for a completely different reason: Syd. <br />
<br />
Katie’s parents were fully paying for college, as long she maintained above a 3.5 grade point average. If her GPA fell she would have to support herself. During a bit of struggling her freshman year she had asked Syd for some help. Syd agreed to help Katie stay focused by setting study schedules, and establishing rules for behavior and activities allowed before big projects, papers, or exams. If Katie strayed from Syd’s protocols she could expect to be disciplined. Katie agreed to Syd’s conditions, knowing they would help and were what she needed and wanted to stay on track.<br />
<br />
Katie had spent the night before the neurology exam doing tequila shots and making out with the softball team’s star hitter and catcher, an activity that violated just about all of the rules Syd had set up. If Katie had to show Syd an exam lower than a B, her bottom would most likely be having a long conversation with Syd’s hairbrush. <br />
<br />
I glanced over at my lab partner, Virgil. He seemed to be experiencing not an ounce of panic. I knew the guy was smart, and I found his confidence and lack of worry regarding the exam very sexy. <br />
<br />
The professor handed Katie her exam. I glanced over and saw the large red letter D. Ouch, her butt was toast. <br />
<br />
And then my exam was placed in front of me, C-. Crap!!! <br />
<br />
Thankfully, Syd and I had no such deal. I usually pulled good grades. I was still living at home with her, and she knew I had strong study habits, and that if I received a poor grade it was not from a lack of trying. <br />
<br />
I saw Virgil smile when he was handed his paper, and then heard the professor announce, “Virgil Wallace received the highest score on this exam. A perfect 100%.” I was seriously going to have to ask him to start tutoring me. <br />
<br />
Before the end of class, our professor reminded us that we were each allowed to retake one exam over the course of the semester. I had hoped that if I needed to use the retake the worst it would be was bringing a B up to an A. I had definitely hoped I wouldn’t be using it this early in the semester. <br />
<br />
When class was over, Katie and I stopped for coffee at the Depot before our physiology lab class. I gave her a look of sympathy, “When do you see Syd next?”<br />
<br />
“Not before I have aced the retake exam,” she replied with a mischievous grin. <br />
<br />
“Katie, she knows we had an exam last week,” I informed her. <br />
<br />
“But if you keep your big mouth shut, she doesn’t need to know we got it back yet, and I’m going to try and get the retake done as soon as possible.”<br />
<br />
I shook my head. “I won’t tell her I got it back, but if she asks I’m not lying to her.”<br />
<br />
Katie blew a raspberry at my response, but she knew my lying to Syd would not only get me in trouble, but her in more trouble for asking me to cover for her. <br />
<br />
“I’m going to ask Virgil if he’ll help me to study for the make-up exam.”<br />
<br />
Katie laughed, “Uh huh,” she said, “with the huge crush you have on him, I would be surprised if you could concentrate on anything other than staring at him.”<br />
<br />
I responded with a raspberry. I finished my coffee, tossed it in the trash, walked into the physiology laboratory, and took my seat next to Virgil. “Hey,” I said, “congratulations on the neurology exam.”<br />
<br />
He smiled. I tried not to blush; his smile makes my belly flip-flop. “Thanks, how did you do?” he asked. <br />
<br />
“Not so well,” I replied. “In fact I was going to ask you, if maybe you could tutor me so I could do better on the retake exam?”<br />
<br />
Before Virgil could answer Katie butted in, “Me too, please, will you tutor me too?” she asked. <br />
<br />
As much as I wanted to have Virgil all to myself, I did really need all of my attention to be on learning the nervous system, so I decided it wouldn’t be such a bad idea for Katie to come along. <br />
<br />
“Sure,” Virgil replied.<br />
<br />
Katie interrupted again, before he had a chance to finish his sentence. “We could pay you,” she offered. <br />
<br />
Virgil smiled, “Actually that would be great. My nursing books are so expensive this semester. Would ten dollars an hour be okay, five for each of you?”<br />
<br />
I nodded, and Katie replied, “That would be great, but you may get rich off of this deal. Duffos here,” she signaled me by pointing her head in my direction, “doesn’t even know the difference between axons and neurons. I’m in much better shape; I just fell a little behind on my reading.”<br />
<br />
I glared at Katie for her duffos comment. <br />
<br />
“Why don’t we meet tonight for a couple of hours; that way I can evaluate how much time I think it might take,” Virgil suggested. <br />
<br />
“Sounds great. We’ll meet you at the medical school library at six,” Katie said. <br />
<br />
We met Virgil and spent several hours each evening with him over the next few days. Virgil was the King of pneumonics. He shared several with Katie and I, but he recommended we come up with a few of our own. He thought developing our own pneumonic might help us to remember them better. We thanked Virgil for his help and made plans for our next study date.<br />
<br />
After our third study date, Katie began to tease me about how I ogled over Virgil during our study sessions. She then began to sing, “Oh, Oh, Oh Virgil, To Touch, Feel And Hump Virgil’s Great Ass.” <br />
<br />
She chanted this line several times before I lost my patience. “Will you please shut up?” I asked her. <br />
<br />
“No,” she said, “that is my cranial nerve pneumonic. Oh – Olfactory, Oh – Optic, Oh – Oculomotor, Virgil – Vestibuloccochlear, To –Trochlear, Touch –Trigeminal, Feel – Facial, And – Abducens, Hump – Hypoglossal, Virgil’s – Vagus, Great – Glossopharyngeal, Ass – Spinal Accessory. Oh, Oh, Oh Virgil, To Touch, Feel And Hump Virgil’s Great Ass--that is what I envision you thinking as you go all googly eyed over him,” Katie said erupting into a fit of giggles. <br />
<br />
I smiled at her; I couldn’t help myself. It was pretty damn close to what I was thinking, and it would be easy to remember. “He’s a really nice guy,” I told her. <br />
<br />
“I know,” she said. “I like him too; I just don’t want to fuck him.”<br />
<br />
“You’re so vulgar sometimes,” I complained. <br />
<br />
She laughed. “And you love me for it.”<br />
<br />
That I couldn’t deny. “Oh hey, I forgot to ask you; Syd said to tell you that dinner’s at 6:30 tomorrow night.”<br />
<br />
“What?” she questioned. “I don’t know anything about dinner tomorrow. Anyways, you know I can’t come—she’s sure to ask about the physiology exam. Has she asked you about it?”<br />
<br />
I gave her a sad look. “Ya, she asked about it yesterday. I told her my grade and that I was studying with Virgil, but I didn’t say anything about you.”<br />
<br />
“Fuck,” Katie said. “I’m sure she did this on purpose. I either show up for dinner tomorrow and she asks about the exam, or I have to call her and tell her I won’t be there and she asks. I’m so screwed.”<br />
<br />
“Well maybe if you weren’t off fooling around with the softball team instead of studying, you wouldn’t be in this situation,” I told her. <br />
<br />
“Stop,” she said giving a mellow dramatic sigh, “you sound like her.”<br />
<br />
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ <br />
<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">**Katie**</span><br />
<br />
I decided I might as well get it over with; I definitely had a spanking coming for not sticking to the study schedule and the resulting grade. My avoidance of Syd was starting to boarder on dangerous territory on its own, and dorm food was getting old. So, one of Syd’s amazing dinners sounded good, even if it would be eaten on a sore butt. <br />
<br />
I arrived a little after six and was surprised to see that Chris’ car wasn’t in front of the house. <br />
<br />
I knocked. I often just walk-in after knocking, but tonight I wasn’t feeling in any hurry to go in. Syd answered the door and pulled me into a hug, “Hi kiddo, it’s good to see you,” she said. <br />
<br />
“Where’s Chris’ car?” I asked. <br />
<br />
“Oh, Chris, he’s at work,” she said. <br />
<br />
“What?” I asked. “I thought he was off tonight. I was sure I asked him about his plans.” <br />
<br />
“He picked up an extra shift, and I asked him not say anything, similar to how you asked him not to say anything to me about your physiology exam.”<br />
<br />
I blushed. “He told you,” I said feeling terribly betrayed by my friend, and realizing I was in a lot more trouble. <br />
<br />
“No, he didn’t need to. I knew that you were avoiding me as soon as he told me he got his exam back. You usually call me when you get assignments back, and gloat about your grade. I hadn’t heard from you, so I was pretty sure you didn’t want me to know.”<br />
<br />
“Oh,” I said. <br />
<br />
“I’d like to know what happened, so I can help make sure it doesn’t happen again. Dinner is warming in the oven. It can stay there if you want to talk about this before we eat.”<br />
<br />
“What about Jamie, won’t he be hungry?” I asked, hoping desperately that Jamie’s presence may be able to save me. <br />
<br />
“He’s volunteering at the hospital until nine,” she informed me. <br />
<br />
“Oh,” I said. She had planned for us to be alone. Damn this was not good. <br />
<br />
“So kiddo, before dinner or after?” she asked again. <br />
<br />
“Before,” I answered. <br />
<br />
We sat on the couch and I told her about the softball player and not studying. <br />
<br />
She was more understanding than I thought she would be. She even told me that she was glad I was having fun, making friends, and “fooling around”. But, that if I had told her I wanted a little more time for dating, she would have tried to help me find the time. <br />
<br />
Then the guillotine came down—she said not telling her, not sticking to my study schedule, partying before an exam, not studying for the exam, not telling her when I received the exam all led to a spanking. She stood me up, and began to undo my jeans. She quickly lowered them and my underwear. <br />
<br />
Syd had only spanked me a couple of times before. I was terribly embarrassed to be standing before her partially naked, with my pants pooled around my ankles. She didn’t leave me to fret for long, and placed me and my now bare bum across her lap. Syd rested one of her legs on the coffee table--so that my bottom was pointing upwards, and she had access to the underside of my butt. The spanking hadn’t even started, and I could tell it was going to be a bad one. This would be my first spanking since we had made the arrangement for her to help me with my study habits, and I was pretty sure she planned to make a major impact. <br />
<br />
Syd raised her hand and began spanking. The Colonel is a strong woman. She is tall and exercises regularly. Her tallness means she also has long arms that gain momentum on their long journey from high in the air to my tender bottom. I swear her arm feels stronger than any person’s arm should be. Her hand landed hard and fast from the very first spank; she made sure to leave a lasting sting on my butt before she moved to another location. I was crying softly into my arms when she picked up the hairbrush and started dropping strong swats to the under curve of my butt. I was sobbing--and swearing chastity and a life devoted to the study of physiology--long before she put down the brush and lifted me into her lap. <br />
<br />
Syd brushed my hair out of my face and gently pushed my head down to her shoulder. She rubbed my back, and sat quietly with me, until my tears subsided. When I had regained my composure, I blushed to realize my pants were still around my ankles. I stood and raised my underwear and jeans. Syd led me to the kitchen and pulled out a chair. <br />
<br />
I gave her a pout.<br />
<br />
“You’ll survive,” she said with little compassion. But, she planted a soft kiss on the top of my head as she placed a plate of chicken casserole on the table in front of me.<br />
<br />
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ <br />
<br />
I had a tutoring date with Virgil early the next morning. Chris wasn’t able to attend; he had American History. I really liked Virgil. In addition to all his help with physiology, he and I had met for coffee several times between breaks in classes. I was happy he was becoming my friend. I was pretty sure he was gay, but I couldn’t get him to admit to his sexuality one-way or the other. And thus I had given him the nickname of ‘Verge,’ as I felt he was on the verge of coming out. Of course I hadn’t told him that…as far as he was concerned I was just calling him Virg. <br />
<br />
When I met him at the library that morning, I worked hard to try and convince Verge that we should claim a set of big comfy chairs before anyone else did. But, he felt we would get much more studying done at a table. Our library has the standard light wood laminate tables with chairs made of pine or maple--you know something you have no desire to sit on with a freshly spanked bottom. <br />
<br />
After a good forty-five minutes of squirming in my chair, Verge stopped and asked if I was all right. I told him I was fine. <br />
<br />
“Okay, just checking that you don’t have a bad case of hemorrhoids,” Verge teased. <br />
<br />
I laughed. “No, no hemorrhoids. Is that the fun and exciting condition of the week in your Nursing Practicum?”<br />
<br />
Verge laughed back, “No this week it’s tinea cruris.” Continuing to tease he said, “Oh well, if you don’t have hemorrhoids, you must have a freshly spanked bottom.”<br />
<br />
I blushed. <br />
<br />
“What?” Verge asked, still laughing. “I’ve made the cute, sweet and terribly vulgar Katie Mayfaire blush.”<br />
<br />
I continued to blush. <br />
<br />
“What?” Verge still laughing, asked again. “You weren’t spanked, were you?” <br />
<br />
I did nothing other than stare blankly at him.<br />
<br />
“Oh,” he made an all-knowing sound of awareness. “Were you off with the softball team again?” He continued with his laughter. “You told me you couldn’t study because you were having dinner at Chris’ house?” <br />
<br />
I shook my head. <br />
<br />
Verge paused with his questions, and closed his binder of notes and the physiology textbook. He took hold of my hand. “Hey, sweetheart what’s going on? Did someone hurt you?”<br />
<br />
“No! No one hurt me, well she did make my butt hurt. A lot,” I sighed, as I saw Verge’s eyes open wide. I wasn’t sure why I was telling him this. I had felt he could be a great friend; this might be the breaking point. “Yes, I was at Chris’ house,” I said. <br />
<br />
Verge interrupted, “Did he hit you?”<br />
<br />
“No,” I laughed, “he didn’t. Look it was my own fault for doing bad on the midterm.”<br />
<br />
Verge started to talk again. <br />
<br />
I frowned at him. “Chill out,” I said. “If you’ll just let me explain.”<br />
<br />
Verge nodded. <br />
<br />
“Chris lives with his aunt. I’ve known her for long time--since Chris and I were kids. My parents were pretty nonchalant in their parental governance. They made sure I was fed, clothed and had a place to sleep. But, they weren’t terribly concerned with me, or stuff I was doing. <br />
<br />
“Syd, that’s Chris’ aunt, she’s great. She kind of became a surrogate mother. She paid attention to things that interested me--how I was doing in school, what mischief I was up to. A couple of times when I was a teenager, and Chris, his sister and I got into trouble—Syd disciplined me. She knew my parents wouldn’t do anything about it. She made sure I understood why my behavior was inappropriate, and ensured that I wouldn’t do it again. So she punished me--the same way she punished Chris and Claire--with a spanking.”<br />
<br />
“Oh, my god did she spank Chris for doing poorly on the test, too?” Verge asked. <br />
<br />
‘Jesus Fucking Christ,’ I thought, of all the stuff I just told him, and he comes away worried about Chris’ ass!<br />
<br />
“No!” I said. “We’re not talking about Chris!” He’s so gay—and Chris would LOVE to know that Verge was concerned about him. “We’re talking about me! Do you want to know this?”<br />
<br />
“Yes, I’m sorry, go on,” he said. <br />
<br />
“I don’t know what it is, but I feel like I thrive under her support and mentorship. I like her high expectations, and I feel motivated and protected by her caring, and by being held accountable for my actions. My parents are paying for my college, only if I maintain a 3.5 GPA. I have the ability to do that. Although having college paid for would be enough motivation for a lot of people to keep their grades up. My parents’ deal feels like a continuation of their lack of interest in me. They do the basics, no checking into see how doing through out the course of the semester. They just look at the report card at the end of the semester. <br />
<br />
“I need more than that. I need someone to help me set and keep to my short-term goals. I need to have consequences if I don’t accomplish those goals. They’re not her goals, they’re mine, but somehow being accountable to her makes me more willing to attain them.”<br />
<br />
Verge sat quietly for what seemed like an eternity. I was expecting him to pack up his books and go. I waited so long for him to speak, I was about ready to pack up and go. <br />
<br />
“It makes sense,” he said. <br />
<br />
“It does?” I questioned. <br />
<br />
“Yeah. It makes a lot of sense. I’ve always worked harder for the people who called me out on stuff. School was easy, I could always skate by, but if I had a teacher who said I wasn’t working to my potential, who would tell that to my parents, who would give me detention for not doing assignments--I worked harder for them. I felt they were actually paying attention to me; they actually noticed and cared about me, and that made me want to work harder.”<br />
<br />
I sat quietly and continued to listen. <br />
<br />
“Most of my cousins couldn’t stand my grandmother. They thought she was too strict. She made us eat all our vegetables, and help with chores; she would punish us when we behaved inappropriately. My cousins said their other grandparents spoiled them--they didn’t like Gram’s strong demeanor. The thing was, she did spoil. She would take me on long walks and teach me about birds, bugs, and plants. She knew I was interested in medicine and we did a first aide course together. We would listen to her hula records and dance. She was the only person I ate all my vegetables for. I always made sure to say please, thank you, and yes ma’am—because it was her expectation. I felt like she loved me best, and I wanted to be perfect for her.”<br />
<br />
He blushed. “I think I’m kind of jealous of you…actually.”<br />
<br />
This time I was speechless. <br />
<br />
“She died when I was 12. I think it must be nice to have somebody care for you like that. I miss that kind of love and attention. I don’t think the need for that goes away just because we’ve entered adulthood.”<br />
<br />
My mouth fell open, and Verge laughed at me. “What?” he asked. <br />
<br />
“You get it,” I said, and that was the moment I knew we would be great friends. <br />
<br />
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ <br />
<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">**Chris**</span><br />
<br />
I was tired of trying to figure Virgil out. I’m was sure the nursing student/boy genius was gay, but every time I’d given him the opportunity to come out, he seemed to slide past it, or it slid over his head.<br />
<br />
Katie has taken to calling him Verge, as she says he’s on the verge of coming out, and she doesn't like calling him Virgil. <br />
<br />
I hadn’t realized how much I’d fallen for him. I hadn’t even noticed I’d given up my slutty ways. But today the realization hit. I haven’t been laid in over a month, and my hand had become my best friend—well my hand and my fantasies of being with the handsome, intelligent, and funny nursing student. I was sure I’d die of a lack of sex if I couldn’t have Verge soon. Katie teased me about it all the time. I swear sometimes I’d get hard when she just mentioned the potential of my getting in his pants. <br />
<br />
I’d tried to get him alone so many times, but he kept inviting Katie to join us. We made plans to go see the new Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore movie, <span style="font-style: italic;">Ghost</span>. Again Verge had asked to join us, but it was very sad that Katie had to drop out at the last minute. I’m not sure what her problem was; I’m sure it couldn’t have had anything to do with my threatening to tell Syd that she’d been cutting her statistics class to make out with the softball team. <br />
<br />
As we stood in line for our movie tickets, my heart was beating fast. I was finally alone with him. I wanted him so badly. I couldn’t handle not knowing how he felt about me anymore. So once we entered the dark movie theater, I dragged Virgil to the back corner, pushed him up against the wall, and planted a hard deep kiss on his lips. I was very pleasantly surprised when Verge kissed me back. Virgil didn't have the best kissing technique; he was a little sloppy. I could live with that, because we would all the time in the world for me to teach him new and varied techniques.<br />
<br />
We finally broke out of the kiss and Virgil asked, "What took you so long."<br />
<br />
I rolled my eyes. "What do you mean, ‘What took me so long?’ You gave me absolutely no signals that you were in to me--let alone ever confirmed your queerness!"<br />
<br />
"Yes, I did," Verge replied in protest.<br />
<br />
"Well you do totally emit gayness," I teased. "But, I gave you all sorts of opportunities to tell me, and you never did."<br />
<br />
"I'm shy," Virgil said, with a bit of a blush that I could see even in the darkness of the movie theater.<br />
<br />
Some old biddy a few rows in front of us made a shushing noise.<br />
<br />
I decided the best way for us to keep quiet was to start kissing again. I attached my lips to Virgil’s, and explored his mouth with my tongue. I couldn't believe how good the young nursing student tasted. I needed more of him, had to have more than just a taste. I placed my hand on top of Verge's growing erection, and unfastened each of the five buttons on his 501s. I slid my hand into the waistband of Virgil's shorts and took hold of his rock hard erection. I rolled my thumb over the head of his cock. It was a good thing that I was still firmly attached to his mouth, because I could feel slight sounds trying to escape from Verge's throat. I began a steady rhythm of stroking my crush, and Verge began to thrust up into my caresses. It was less than a minute before Verge came hard into my hand. He broke away from the kiss and dropped his head back on the seat panting. "I've never....I mean, no one else has ever..."<br />
<br />
I quieted him with many small kisses. As Verge began to come back around from the euphoria of his orgasm, I leaned over and whispered into his ear. "Let's get out of here."<br />
<br />
We went back to my house; luckily everyone was out for the evening. <br />
<br />
I lead him into to my bedroom, and we quickly undressed each other. I was so fascinated by the fact that he was a virgin. I just wanted to give him so much pleasure. I wanted to make sure that his first time was fun and pleasurable. I laid Virgil down on the bed and we began to kiss and run our hands all over each other's bodies. I decided something wasn’t quite right, so I abruptly stopped and ran out of the room. I returned moments later with several candles and a small box of matches. "I have to set the mood," I said as I lit the candles and resumed kissing the young virgin. I continued to kiss him, but began to move my mouth away from Virgil's mouth and down his neck.<br />
<br />
Virgil began to emit soft low moans of pleasure and give little wiggles when I would kiss or lick a ticklish spot.<br />
<br />
I ran my mouth down Verge's belly, and eventually reached his rock hard cock. I ran my tongue up Virgil's penis, and he shivered in delight. Instead of taking him into my mouth, I continued to tease him by licking and kissing his inner thighs, sucking just to the point before it would leave a mark. I raised Virgil's knees and planted soft kisses on his testicles. I licked up the back of his shaft, and took his penis into my mouth.<br />
<br />
I moved slowly and cautiously around my virgin. I was thankful that Verge had already come in the last hour; I wanted this to be as long and pleasant of an experience as possible.<br />
<br />
I kept his cock in my mouth only long enough to make him arch in pleasure, and then I’d release him to plant small kisses on his thighs and balls, before I’d take him back into my mouth.<br />
<br />
Only sweet moans escaped Virgil's mouth up to this point, but soon he began to beg, "Please, please Chris," he panted.<br />
<br />
I raised my head and watched Verge writhing. "Please what?" I asked.<br />
<br />
He was lost in the pleasure of the moment; he couldn't do anything other than to continue to say, "Please, please."<br />
<br />
I growled, "Do you want me to make you come? Is that what your begging for?"<br />
<br />
"Yes, please," he panted.<br />
<br />
I ran my tongue around the head of his penis. "Like that?" I asked. "Do you want me to make you come with my mouth?" <br />
<br />
"Yes. Yes. Please," Verge panted.<br />
<br />
I needed no more enticement, and I took Verge fully into my mouth. I twirled my tongue around his cock and used my cheeks to try and over stimulate the sexy man laid before me.<br />
<br />
Verge began to lightly pump his hips up into my mouth, and he let out a loud grunt as he came. I swallowed all that he gave me. <br />
<br />
I slowly released Verge's cock from my mouth and climbed back up my lover's body. "You belong to me now," I told him. "You gave yourself to me, and I'm going to keep you.”<br />
<br />
Verge pulled me in for a kiss, "Good," he said.<br />
<br />
We kissed, touched, licked, and suck until we eventually fell asleep from exhaustion. <br />
<br />
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~<br />
<br />
Verge awoke at 3:30; he nudged me awake. “Hey, I’m gonna go,” He said, lowering his eyes. “I don’t want you to get in trouble for having someone over.” <br />
<br />
“I won’t get in trouble,” I said, pulling him in for a kiss. <br />
<br />
Verge blushed. “Okay, but I’m not sure if I’m up for meeting the family. Katie’s told me about your aunt, and she sounds kind of scary.”<br />
<br />
I laughed. “Auntie Syd, she’s a big pussy cat, you have nothing to be scared of. Did Katie tell you she’s a nurse? She’s going to love you so much she’ll want to adopt you.”<br />
<br />
I’m not sure why this caused Verge to look a little scared. <br />
<br />
“Okay, but you’re going to miss out on a great breakfast, and you are going to have to meet her at some point.” <br />
<br />
I watched, as he got dressed. I put on my robe and walked him out to his car. It was chilly out--fall was setting in. I gave him a long passionate goodbye kiss under the streetlight. <br />
<br />
He climbed into his old dilapidated Bug. <br />
<br />
“I’ll call you when I wake up,” I told him. <br />
<br />
“I’m looking forward to it,” he replied. <br />
<br />
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ <br />
<br />
When I woke up, I picked up the phone and dialed Verge’s number. I was terribly disappointed when I got his answering machine. He must have still been asleep, or maybe in the shower. I had given him a pretty major workout the night before. I’m sure he was in need of both. I left a message when the machine beeped. “Hi handsome. I had a great time last night. I have to work at noon, but I was hoping we could get together after. Call me when you have a chance.”<br />
<br />
I threw on a pair of sweats and followed the smell of coffee and toast into the kitchen. I planted a kiss on Syd’s cheek as I reached for a coffee mug. <br />
<br />
She planted a very firm swat on my butt. “Christopher what is the rule about bringing casual hookups into my house?” she asked. <br />
<br />
I yelped and rubbed at the sting. “It wasn’t a casual hookup,” I protested. <br />
<br />
She raised her eyebrows at me. <br />
<br />
“I’ve never brought one home, and I didn’t now. I was with Verge.” I blushed a bit. “It was his first time, I wanted it to be in a bed, and somewhere he would feel safe and respected.”<br />
<br />
Syd smiled at me and pulled me into a hug. “You are a good man, Christopher Xavier.”<br />
<br />
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~<br />
<br />
That next week Verge and I decided to try and see <span style="font-style: italic;">Ghost</span>, maybe even actually watch it this time. We again found an empty back corner of the theatre. We were doing pretty well at watching the movie, up until Demi Moore started stroking that huge cock made of clay. I never knew I could be so turned on by a big hunk of clay. The next thing I knew I was sliding my hand into Verge’s pants, feeling his soft skin and the soft fuzz of hair that covered the gorgeous area between his navel and groin. I kept my thumb rubbing his belly, and slowly moved my fingers down towards his shaft in a circular motion that just barely touched his skin. My soft touches sent shivers through his body and he let out a light gasp. I leaned over and grasped his bottom lip with my mouth, sucking on it lightly, until I felt his tongue working to open my mouth. My mouth opened to his invasion, and I felt his velvety tongue explore the roof of my mouth, my teeth, and my tongue. His hands ran up the inside of my shirt, one ran back and forth across my hip the other rested on my chest. His fingers rubbed my nipple to hardness. I gripped him firmly and started jerking, occasionally running my thumb over his slit to add some pre-cum to my motion. His breathing quickened and he began to rock against my hand. I felt his hands undoing the fly of my pants. His hand ran straight to my balls, he began to roll them in his palm, stopping for brief seconds to tickle my perineum with his index and middle finger. His forearm was pressing my penis against my stomach and just that little bit of friction was almost too much to bear. We both came, muffling the sounds of our orgasms as we kissed. Deciding we were lucky to get away with what had; we both quickly fastened our jeans and left the theatre for Verge’s dorm room. <br />
<br />
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ <br />
<br />
I had created a monster. Not that I was complaining. I was just has horny as my sweet little devirginated boyfriend. But Verge wanted sex all the time. In the bathroom, behind the stacks, in the elevator, in the stairwell, in the private study rooms—and that was just at the library. Everywhere we went was like that. I had a difficult time convincing the horn dog that we needed to attend class, and occasionally stop so I could go to work, we could study, eat or sleep. <br />
<br />
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~<br />
<br />
We were out for burgers, when Verge needed to provide the Heimlich maneuver on me. I had just taken a large bite of my guacamole burger, when Verge said, “Katie told me your aunt spanks her, does she spank you too?”<br />
<br />
I choked, and coughed, before I regained my composure. “No,” I told him. “Well, she did when I was younger. I think now it wouldn’t do much other than really piss me off. I needed it when I was a kid, I needed her to reel me in like that.”<br />
<br />
The tone of his body changed, from relaxed and confident, to guarded and apprehensive. “Do you think discipline is just about being reeling in?” he asked. <br />
<br />
“No, not at all.” He seemed to detense a bit. “I said ‘I’ needed to be reeled in. That is the type of discipline I needed as a teenager. I think since then I have developed my own disciplines. I can recognize when I need to reel myself in, or recognize now that I shouldn’t have even waded out to where I was. I don’t think that works for everyone. I think some people, like Katie, do better when they have someone like Syd in their life. <br />
<br />
“Oh,” he said, and quietly went back to eating his dinner. <br />
<br />
I placed my hand over his. “Does it upset you?”<br />
<br />
He sat quietly for a while longer. “No,” he said, “It makes a lot of sense to me, I understand the comfort that Katie gets from it.” <br />
<br />
He paused for a while, but I felt he had more to say, and I didn’t want to distract him. So I just continued to wait for him, holding his hand and softly caressing it. <br />
<br />
“I think it would be nice to have somebody that cared for me like that,” he finally said. He looked up into my eyes; his cheeks slightly blushed. <br />
<br />
“Can you tell me more?” I asked. “Can you tell me what that would look like for you?”<br />
<br />
“I’m not totally sure. I like that Katie has someone who sees the best in her, but doesn’t just see the best, expects the best. That she has someone who helps her to be her best. I like that she has someone who knows her, and watches her closely enough to notice when she struggles, stumbles, chooses to run away, or stops to play instead of doing what she needs. I like that she has someone who helps her back on her path, who holds her accountable for wandering away from the journey she chose.” He paused again, this time giving me a very wanting look. <br />
<br />
“You want someone like that in your life?” I asked. <br />
<br />
Verge nodded. <br />
<br />
“Do you want me to be that person for you?” I asked. <br />
<br />
He nodded again. <br />
<br />
I squeezed his hand. “I love you,” I told him. “I think I could be that for you.”<br />
<br />
He squeezed my hand back, and we smiled at each other. The rest of dinner that night was mostly quiet. We ate and shared knowing looks; we kept our hands touching as much as possible. When we finished, I brought him back to my house, slowly undressed him, and took him to bed so I could slowly make love to him. <br />
<br />
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ <br />
<br />
Life over the next couple of months was wonderful. We cuddled, fondled, fucked, sucked, and made love as often as possible. We spent time negotiating the roles and rules of our relationship, and plotting out our goals and dreams as individuals and as a couple. <br />
<br />
One morning a couple of weeks before finals, we awoke in the small twin bed in his dorm room. We were naked and pressed together; how we slept comfortably in that tiny thing, I may never know. I crawled out of bed and began to dress for class. <br />
<br />
“Come back to bed,” Verge whined. <br />
<br />
I laughed. “I’d love to, Babe. But I have to get to history,” I told him. <br />
<br />
He stuck his bottom lip out and gave a major pout. “I want us to stay in bed, and make love all day.”<br />
<br />
I leaned over the bed and kissed him. “Mmmm, that does sound good, but I shouldn’t miss history, and we both have physiology in a few hours.” <br />
<br />
“Fuck physiology,” he said. <br />
<br />
I smiled. “Listen genius, some of us can’t ace a physio exam just by rolling out of bed, like you can. I have to actually go to class and listen to lecture, perform the lab experiments.” <br />
<br />
Verge stuck his tongue out. “I’ll teach you,” he whined. “Please,” he begged, “stay here and fuck me again.”<br />
<br />
I kissed him again. “I can’t. I’d love to, but I really have to go to class. I’ll see you at 11:00.” I grabbed my backpack off the floor. <br />
<br />
“You’re no fun,” he pouted again. “And, I want another kiss.” <br />
<br />
I leaned down and gave him a long and thorough kiss. “Will that last you until 11:00?” I asked. <br />
<br />
“No,” he said. <br />
<br />
I laughed. “Well it’s going to have to,” I told him. <br />
<br />
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ <br />
<br />
I left history and walked across campus towards the biology building, as I approached the building I noticed a large crowd hanging around outside the building. I saw Katie and walked over to her. “Hey, what’s going on?” I asked. <br />
<br />
“Bomb threat,” she said. “They’re probably going to cancel class, the bomb squad just arrived, and they said it’s going to take them a couple of hours to search the building.”<br />
<br />
“Bummer, huh,” Verge said. He had walked up behind us. He took me by the hand, and started to pull me away from the crowd. “Guess we’ll have to go back to my room and find something to do. See ya, Katie.”<br />
<br />
“Woa, slow down their handsome,” I told him. “They haven’t actually canceled class yet.”<br />
<br />
“They have to,” he said with a wicked smile. “Someone called a bomb threat into the art building earlier this semester, and I heard the dean say that they couldn’t let students back in the building until it’d been cleared by the police. That building took an hour or so, and this building is at least twice the size.”<br />
<br />
A member of the university police department stood in front of the building with a bullhorn. “The biology building is closed. All classes in this building are canceled until further notice.”<br />
<br />
Verge’s eyes twinkled. “See,” he said starting to pull me away again. “Come on, let’s go back to my room.”<br />
<br />
“I don’t know,” I said. “It’s just a couple of weeks before finals. I think we should go to the library and study. Katie and I have both brought our grades up with your help, but we both still need to do well on the final.”<br />
<br />
“It’s not like we don’t have the time,” Katie added. <br />
<br />
Verge made a pout and stomped his foot. “I didn’t call in that damn bomb threat to spend the next two hours in the library,” he said. <br />
<br />
I watched as his pout turned to shame in response to look of outrage I gave him. “You what?” I asked. <br />
<br />
Verge realized his admission, and it suddenly dawned on him that he was in serious trouble. “Ummm,” he said. <br />
<br />
Katie looked uneasy. “You know what,” she said, “I should really go put the finishing touches on my English term paper. I’ll catch you guys later.”<br />
<br />
This time I took Verge by the hand and led him away from the crowd. In a disappointed tone, I said, “Come on, let’s go.”<br />
<br />
Neither of had another class until late in the afternoon. I took us back to my house. Syd was at work, and Jamie was at school. We got to the house, and I guided him into my bedroom. We had made the decision about how we wanted discipline to be handled in our relationship, but we had yet to encounter a situation in which it was needed. I sat down on my bed and pulled Verge into my arms. “So love,” I said. “This is one of those situations where you have stumbled off your path. Your have set yourself a goal of completing your nursing degree with honors, so that you can go directly into an Nurse Practitioner Master’s program. What happened today could have put a major halt in that plan, if not completely and totally ruined it. If the university were to find out that you called in that bomb threat, you would be expelled, and have a very difficult time getting into another university.”<br />
<br />
I felt Verge begin to shake with sobs. I hugged him tighter. I didn’t think he had ever considered what the ramifications could be for this endeavor. <br />
<br />
“I think you need some help getting back on track towards your goal, and I think the most appropriate help I can give you is a spanking.”<br />
<br />
Verge stopped his tears and gave me a look of shock. With my help he had realized how much trouble he could be in with the university, but only at my comment did he remember the commitment we had made regarding how these types of situations would be handled. <br />
<br />
“I know we haven’t done this before, honey, but this stunt has definitely earned you a trip over my knee.”<br />
<br />
His tears returned and he nodded. “I don’t know what to do,” he said. “What do I do?”<br />
<br />
I gave him a sad smile. My sweet Verge, although he could stray, spent most of his time constantly trying to do the right thing. I pulled him close and kissed the tears on his cheek. “Well honey,” I said stroking his hair off his forehead. “You’re going to need to stand up, and then your pants and underwear need to come down. Do you want to take them down yourself, or do you want me to take them down for you?”<br />
<br />
He hiccupped a small cry. “Will you?” he asked softly. <br />
<br />
“Of course,” I said. “Then I’m going to help you lay across my lap. I need you to help me adjust your position to make sure that you’re comfortable, that you aren’t straining or cramping any muscles. Okay?”<br />
<br />
Tears continued to spill down his cheeks as he nodded. <br />
<br />
“I’ll ask you if you’re settled, and if you’re ready. Once you are, I will begin your spanking.” I paused to check on Verge. <br />
<br />
He was crying, but still intently paying attention to me. <br />
<br />
“I will spank your butt with my hand. It will hurt, and I expect you will probably cry. When I feel the spanking is finished, I will help you to sit up, and I will hold and comfort you until we both feel that the punishment is completed--that we have resolved the issue and are ready to move on and leave it in the past.”<br />
<br />
We stayed cuddled together for a while longer, and then Verge slowly got up off the bed and stood before me. I scooted over to the side of the bed, and sat in front of my naughty boyfriend. I slowly undid each of the five buttons on his jeans, and pulled them down below his knees. I then slipped my hands into the waistband of his Calvin Klein briefs, and pulled them down to join his pants. Verge stood before me, pants around his ankles, ready for me to give him what would be the first discipline spanking of our relationship. I moved up on the bed, so that I was sitting against the headboard. “I love you, and we are going to be okay. I promise,” I told him. I took his hand to help him over my lap. He placed a knee on the bed, lifting himself up. He laid across my thighs. “Are you okay, Baby?” I asked as I ran some soothing circles over his back. <br />
<br />
Verge nodded into the bedding. <br />
<br />
“Baby, can you say it out loud for me? I need to know that you are okay with this.”<br />
<br />
His voice choked. “Yes, I need you to spank me,” he said. <br />
<br />
“Okay.” I ran the palm of my hand over the soft white skin of his butt. “Ready?” I asked. <br />
<br />
“Yes,” he said very softly. <br />
<br />
I raised my hand and brought it down sharply on the under curve of his cheek. <br />
<br />
Verge let out a small yelp that caused an ache in my heart. I had to remind myself that this was a part of our relationship he had asked for. I took a breath and steeled myself to continue with the spanking. I rained down a series of swats that covered his upper thighs, his soft round sit spot, and the middle of his sweet cheeks. As his bottom turned from pale white to soft pink, his cries became more serious, and as I turned his butt an angry red, his cries turned to sobs. Verge began to kick and twist on my lap, in an attempt to try and stop my hand from landing on a particularly sore spot. I pulled him a little closer to me, to make sure he knew I had a hold of him. I applied the last several spanks, and then ran my hand over the hot red skin. “Okay baby, I’m all done,” I told him. He stayed across my lap for a few minutes crying into the sheets and blankets. When I felt that he had calmed a bit, I pulled my legs out from under him, and lay down next to him. I kissed his tears, and rolled him into my arms. “I love you,” I told him. “It’s all over; you did good.” <br />
<br />
Verge let out a small hiccupped laughed. “I did good?”<br />
<br />
“Yes,” I smiled at him. “You presented your butt perfectly,” I said. <br />
<br />
Verge gave a small pout, and I again dropped soft kisses on his face. <br />
<br />
“How are you feeling?” I asked him. <br />
<br />
“My butt hurts,” he said. <br />
<br />
“Well yes, that’s how your butt is feeling. How are YOU feeling?”<br />
<br />
Verge grew quiet for a while, and I let him think. We sat silently together, him thinking, and me rubbing his back. “Do you forgive me?” he asked in a whispered voice. <br />
<br />
“Yes, of course I do,” I told him. “Do you forgive yourself?”<br />
<br />
“I think so,” he said. <br />
<br />
“You think so?” I asked. “Babe, part of this, the discipline part of our relationship, is that you hand over that guilt to me. It’s my job to administer the punishment and ensure it’s over. It’s your job to let it go. I need you to accept that when you are punished, you have paid the price for your misdoing. If you are still upset with yourself, neither has properly done our job.” <br />
<br />
Verge rested his head on my shoulder. “I think that’s easier said then done,” he replied. <br />
<br />
“I never said this would be easy. The spanking is meant to help you release your stress, shame, and guilt. But it isn’t the be all and end all solution. You need to trust me and yourself to put it aside and move on.” <br />
<br />
“It will be okay?” he asked. <br />
<br />
“I promise. I will always be here, to love and support you.”<br />
<br />
“’kay,” he said as he snuggled into me. <br />
<br />
I pulled the bed covers up over both of us. “Virgil?” I asked. <br />
<br />
He looked up into my eyes. <br />
<br />
“I love you, and want to make love to you just as much as you want me to, but no more bomb threats okay?”<br />
<br />
He gave me a weak smile. “I promise.”<br />
<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">The End.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Copyright 2008 TBL</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302532104675231901.post-30705781399272206512008-11-09T12:34:00.000-08:002008-11-09T12:36:17.379-08:00When Jamie met Leo - Coming Soon - Holiday 2008<span style="font-weight:bold;">Title - When Jamie met Leo<br />Author - Tarabeth<br />Characters: Jamie & Leo, TJ & Katie<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span><br /><br />Coming Soon as part of the Tea Room Holiday Prompts Challenge.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302532104675231901.post-67780578097011781382008-08-21T22:33:00.000-07:002008-08-21T22:39:36.200-07:00The Wedding Planner Part 1<span style="font-weight:bold;">Title: The Wedding Planner Part 1<br />Characters: TJ & Katie<br />Author: Tarabeth<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span><br /><br /><br />I arrived home to find a note from Katie stating that she was out for a run. After a long day it can be so nice to come home to a quiet house. I sorted the mail, opened the bills and placed them in the clothespin magnet on the refrigerator, tossed the junk into the recycling, and set aside this month’s edition of the Advocate for reading. <br /><br />I put the teakettle on the stove while I went to change out of my work clothes and into a nice comfy pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. Fred and George required a bit of attention, so I sat on the kitchen floor and rubbed their bellies while they purred in ecstasy. The kitties startled at the sound of the kettle’s whistle and quickly ran for cover under the couch. <br /><br />I made my tea--English Breakfast, if you need to know, with a lot of milk and one packet of equal—picked up the Advocate, turned the evening news on and settled on the couch to rest and unwind from the day. I was two sips into my tea and just glancing over the table of contents when my love noisily entered the house. <br /><br />“I went to see the doctor of philosophy, with a poster of Rasputin and a beard down to his knees. He never did marry or see a B-grade movie…” she sang loudly, seeming to accompany her i-pod. I love her dearly, but let’s remember that there is a reason Katie is not the singer in the family. I heard her kick off her shoes and socks. “He graded my performance; he said he could see through me. I spent four years prostrate to the higher mind. Got my paper and I was FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE,” she continued to sing as she did her post run stretches in the entry hall. <br /><br />I let out a sigh at my loss of quiet relaxation time. <br /><br />I turned and smiled as I heard her turn the corner into the lounge. She was in sweat shorts and one of her favorite long sleeve LIG “gotta run” t-shirts. Her hair was in pigtails, she was shiny with sweat, her skin had the pink glow she gets when she has been working out, and she had a lovely grin. “Hi love,” she said leaning to kiss me hello. <br /><br />Ah, relaxation time, smeelaxation time. I pulled her onto my lap for a thorough kiss, needing more than just the peck she had offered I grasped her breast, over her shirt and sports bra, but I could feel her nipple standing erect from her run, so I ran my finger over it. Katie shuddered with the touch. <br /><br />She pulled out of the kiss, “Mmmm, that was nice, but I’m all sweaty, stinky and sticky.” She planted another kiss on my lips. “You finish your tea and unwinding. I’m going to have a shower.” She mischievously raised her eyebrows, “Maybe we can pick this back up when I’m all sparkly clean.”<br /><br />“Yes, please,” I informed her. I smiled as she stripped out of her running clothes on her way out of the room. Giving me a little shake of her naked butt before she disappeared. <br /><br />I finished my tea and had read several articles before I realized that Katie had still not appeared. I turned the television set down, and heard the sound of the hair dryer. Deciding she had not melted and gone down the shower drain, I returned to my reading. <br /><br />It wasn’t that much later that my darling appeared before me looking ever so hot. She was in the classic lesbian lingerie of boxers and a tank top. I loved the way the tank top hugged her bosom, showing off the beautiful roundness of her breasts; it stopped at mid belly, so that it showed her darling navel, and the curve of her waist. The soft cotton boxers sat low on her hips and showed much of her lovely legs. My darling is healthy and fit, but her belly has just the right amount of roundness. Abdominal muscles can be sexy, but I prefer them on the pages of a magazine; in my bed I want a soft round belly. A belly that can cushion my head, that has a little jiggle when she laughs, and contracts when she is in the throws of passion. <br /><br />She stood before me looking a little nervous. Her hands were behind her back; her head hung low, with her soft and shiny hair covering her eyes. I inhaled the fruity smell of her shampoo and the soft powder of her deodorant. <br /><br />“I’m all clean,” she said. <br /><br />“I can see that,” I replied with a smile. <br /><br />“Inside and out,” she said as she raised her head. I could see a soft blush cover her face. <br /><br />I raised my eyebrows to her. “Oh?”<br /><br />She brought her hands out from behind her back. She held a bottle of two-in-one massage oil and lubricant. “Will you play with my butt?” she shyly asked. <br /><br />My smile widened. “Of course, my love.” I started to get up off the couch. <br /><br />“No,” she said. “Here, on the couch. I want to lie across your lap. I want you to play with me here.”<br /><br />“Oh,” I said with a smile. “What do I get out of this?” I asked teasing her.<br /><br />She blushed again and lowered her head. “To make me happy.”<br /><br />I let out a hearty laugh. I put a pillow down on top of my thighs and then reached out my hand to help her over my lap. “Come here my brat.”<br /><br />She smiled and nodded in thanks as she laid face down with her bottom tepeeing in the air. <br /><br />I slipped my hands into her boxers and lowered them to her knees. <br /><br />She let out a sigh as I leaned over and kissed her bare bottom. <br /><br />I poured a generous amount of oil onto my hands and began to massage her rounded cheeks, kneading each one, with the palms of my hand. I spent a lot of time relaxing her as I rubbed her lower back, buttocks, and upper thighs--working out the tension that she carried there. As I neared the end of the massage, I began to work on the insides of her cheeks--separating each one and using my thumbs to caress and stroke the area just around and above her opening. Eventually I turned all my attentions to the beautiful little sphincter. I teased, just applying small amounts of pressure with my finger, but not actually inserting it. I quietly tittered as she raised her butt trying to get it to swallow my finger. <br /><br />“Please,” she whimpered. <br /><br />“Patience,” I said. “I’m having fun teasing.” I again used my thumbs to massage her cheeks. <br /><br />She let out a little humph of frustration, and as she did I slide my thumb a small way inside of her. Which turned her little humph of impatience into a grunt of pleasure. I pushed the thumb all the way in and began to stroke the walls of her canal. <br /><br />Katie’s hips wiggled over my lap, as she relished in the attention and pleasure I was administering. <br /><br />I removed my thumb and inserted two fingers. Scissoring, twisting and twirling them, much to Katie’s delight. <br /><br />I could feel her pulse beating around my fingers, and the more I gratified her the faster it got. I paused and smirked as I realized that I was finger fucking my beloved’s ass along to the evening news’ fluff piece about Twiggy, the waterskiing squirrel. <br /><br />“Hey,” Katie squeaked at my lack of attention. <br /><br />“Sorry, baby,” I said, while reaching for the remote to switch over to a music channel. <br /><br />I withdrew my fingers and squeezed a bit more lube onto my hand letting it run down to my fingers. I then retuned my full attention to the delicious bum draped across my lap.<br /><br />I quickened the pace of my fucking, and she responded with glee. She began to thrust her hips up and down into the pillow. She expanded and contracted around my fingers, both done to try and draw as much of me into her as possible. Soon her thrusting slowed and I could feel the contractions of her orgasm and the glorious humming sounds, that are only hers, escaped her mouth as she came. <br /><br />Feeling, hearing, and watching her bliss sent a twitter of excitement through my body. <br /><br />She wiggled out of her boxers, and lifted her tank top off as she turned and sat on my lap. “I love you,” she said, before her mouth descended on mine.<br /><br />I kissed her as I ran my hands over her body, which was slick and smooth from massage oil and sweat. <br /><br />“I have an idea for wedding favors,” she said as she pulled out of the kiss.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302532104675231901.post-82413431414076243682008-06-12T23:18:00.000-07:002008-06-12T23:20:08.462-07:00Spanking the Sitter<span style="font-weight:bold;">Title: Spanking the Sitter<br />Couple: TJ and Katie<br />Author: Tarabeth<br />Betas: Nicole and Mel<br />Implement: Hand</span><br /><br />*** *** ***<br /><br />“NO!” she shouted, arms crossed, foot stomping. <br /><br />TJ gave a stern look but responded in a very calm voice. “I think that is about enough of that tantrum, Missy.”<br /><br />TJ’s comments only seemed to enrage her more, and now she jumped up and down stomping both feet. “No, not gonna!”<br /><br />TJ walked over to her and wrapped her arms around her. “Oh, don’t cry baby; it’s okay. You’re just tired; come on let’s get you to bed.”<br /><br />“What?!” Katie exploded with mild outrage. “I would have so been spanked for a tantrum like that, and you just scoop her into a cuddle.” Katie now folded her arms in disgust.<br /><br />TJ smiled at Katie. “Yes, you would have been spanked for a tantrum like that, but Phoebe is only two, and her parents don’t believe in spanking.”<br /><br />“Yah, well neither did my parents and that hasn’t stopped you from spanking me,” Katie replied. <br /><br />TJ smiled and kissed Katie gently on the cheek when she passed her to take the baby up to bed. <br /><br />Katie gave a humph before she turned and went down the stairs to entertain TJ’s nephew, Jonah. <br /><br />“I heard that,” TJ called out from halfway up the stairs. <br /><br />“Hey Jon, are you up for two-player?” Katie asked as she flopped onto the couch next to Jonah. <br /><br />“Auntie Katie,” Jonah said with an exasperated sigh. “I’m on the 18th level and just about to conquer the Emperor. I’ve never gotten this far; if we play double, I have to start a whole new game.”<br /><br />“Dude,” Katie replied with extreme frustration at the eight-year-old’s unwillingness to share. “Save it where you are and you can come back to it…. Come on I’ve been practicing,” she pleaded. <br /><br />“No,” Jonah replied, “but you can watch me beat the Emperor.”<br /><br />“Lovely,” Katie mumbled under her breath. <br /><br />TJ returned to the lounge and announced, “Time to start getting ready for bed, Jonah.”<br /><br />Jonah looked at the clock. “Aunt T, it’s only 8:30. Katie let me stay up until 10:00 last time.”<br /><br />Katie blushed and then turned her eyes towards Jonah. “Yeah kid, I think you just blew our chances of that happening again.”<br /><br />TJ got a bit sterner. “We have all had a long day. I think it might be best if we all went to bed. Let’s go; Xbox off.”<br /><br />Jonah quickly shut the Xbox down, and he, Katie and TJ headed upstairs. Jonah quickly changed into his Justice League pajama bottoms and padded into the bathroom to brush his teeth, humming. <br /><br />Katie’s face scrunched when she realized what he was humming and quickly tried to get his attention before TJ recognized the song. But she was not to receive such luck, and Jonah belted out the lyrics. “I really don't like being without my penis for too long. It makes me feel like less of a man, and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak. Detachable Penis…. Detachable Penis…Detachable Penis.” <br /><br />‘Oh, God,’ Katie thought. ‘This kid is going to be the death of me.’<br /><br />“Jonah,” TJ said, although she was looking directly at Katie. “Where did you learn that song?”<br /><br />“Auntie Katie had it on a CD. We thought it was funny, so she kept playing it over and over…but then when Phoebe started to sing…Katie made us stop. It was so funny because she says, ‘Detwachb Enis.’” Jonah broke out into a fit of eight-year-old giggles. <br /><br />TJ took her eyes from Katie and put her hand on Jonah’s shoulder. “Hey kiddo, Katie shouldn’t have taught you that song.”<br /><br />Jonah interrupted. “But she said that was what Aunties were for--to teach you things that would drive your parents crazy.”<br /><br />TJ shot Katie a very stern look and then cleared her throat. “Jonah, Katie is still a bit new to this Auntie business.”<br /><br />Again Jonah interrupted, “No she’s not! She has been my Auntie since I was really little--like four. And she is really good at it. Last time she babysat me, she taught me how to blow spitballs on the ceiling at the bowling alley.”<br /><br />Katie sighed, now resolved to the fact that she would be going to bed tonight with a very sore bottom. ‘Since when did the babysitter get a spanking?’ she thought. <br /><br />TJ started to speak again. “Jonah let me finish. Do not interrupt me this time.”<br /><br />“Yes, please don’t interrupt her,” Katie mumbled under her breath. This brought a look of sheer exasperation from TJ. <br /><br />“Kiddo, Aunties are for giving you lots of love, doing fun things with, teaching you good behaviors,” TJ paused on this one and looked at Katie before continuing. “We take care of you when your Mommy and Daddy aren’t around. We make the best funny voices when we read stories,” she again stopped and looked at Katie with a smile. “And yes, Aunties can do a great job teaching you things that maybe your Mom and Dad don’t…but that does not include things that would drive your parents crazy, understand?”<br /><br />Jonah nodded. <br /><br />“Now sweetie, your Mommy wouldn’t like that song, would she?” TJ asked. <br /><br />Jonah shook his head. <br /><br />“I think Auntie Katie needs to apologize for teaching it to you, and you need to not ever sing it in front of your mother.”<br /><br />“I think my dad would like it,” Jonah said. <br /><br />TJ and Katie both let out a snort. “Yes, honey I think he might…but he might also tell your mother, not thinking that she wouldn’t find it funny. So, I think you should just not sing it anymore, okay.” <br /><br />Jonah nodded. <br /><br />The Aunties watched as he brushed his teeth, read him a bit of his favorite books and then tucked him safely into bed. <br /><br />TJ and Katie rested in the guestroom until TJ’s brother and sister-in-law returned home a little before midnight. After a short report on the status of the kids and some small chitchat, TJ and Katie left for home. <br /><br />The time it took for the short drive home and a quick cuddle with Fred and George as she refilled their food bowl seemed to go by way too quickly for Katie’s comfort. <br /><br />“Am I going to be able to trust you alone with the kids?” TJ asked as she pulled down Katie’s sweat pants and underwear. <br /><br />“Yes,” Katie answered as tears began to roll down her cheeks. “Of course. I love them.” <br /><br />“I know,” TJ said as she helped Katie over her lap. TJ brought her hand down hard on Katie’s bottom. “I need you to think about the things you are teaching them. You know Pageant would go berserk if she knew any of the things I learned tonight.” TJ then picked up the pace and severity of the swats, and Katie cried harder into the duvet. TJ didn’t bring out the hairbrush, but that didn’t mean she didn’t administer a firm spanking with her hand. When she finished the spanking, Katie scooted up the bed so she could curl up and cry out her despair over possibly ruining her and TJ’s relationship with Jonah and Phoebe. <br /><br />TJ curled up next to her so they were facing each other, and she touched her forehead to Katie’s and gently rubbed her arm and hip until she stopped crying. “I love you baby. I know you just want Jonah to think of you as cool.” <br /><br />“I am cool!” Katie protested. <br /><br />TJ gave her a smile. “Yes, my love. You are very cool,” TJ said as she pulled Katie into her for a warm embrace and cuddle. <br /><br />The End. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Copyright TB 2008</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302532104675231901.post-56399968677520357592008-04-26T16:39:00.000-07:002008-05-22T11:04:57.562-07:00Katie goes Topless - Parts 10 and 11<span style="font-weight:bold;">Title: Katie goes Topless - Parts 10 and 11<br />Author: Tarabeth<br />Characters: Katie & TJ, Chris & Verge<br />Implements: Hand<br /><br />**** **** ****<br /><br />Thursday<br /><br />**Verge*</span>*<br /><br />I was sitting on the sofa waiting for Chris to come<br />home. I knew he and Katie were going to work late,<br />but he had promised me some hot belated birthday sex.<br /><br />He finally came through the door with a small ice<br />cream cake, a bouquet of beautiful wine colored calla<br />lilies, several balloons with long curly ribbons, and<br />a bag full of presents at just a little after 7:30<br />p.m. I took a deep breath. I definitely married the<br />right man.<br /><br />I quickly had a hold of him, passionately kissing him,<br />feeling the rub of his five o’clock shadow scratch my<br />face.<br /><br />Chris gently pulled out the kiss with a big smile.<br />“Happy birthday, Babe,” he said. “Did you miss me?”<br /><br />“Yes,” I answered. I took the cake from his arms. “But<br />now you have made me all confused.”<br /><br />“Why?” he asked.<br /><br />“Well now I can’t decide whether I want cake or sex<br />first,” I told him. “Cake…sex…cake…sex… it's a very<br />difficult decision.”<br /><br />“What about your presents?” Chris asked.<br /><br />“Hmmm, presents…cake… presents…cake,” I said with a<br />giggle.<br /><br />Chris came over and picked me up. “I am the Top,” he<br />said. “I have decided we are having sex, and there<br />will be no argument.”<br /><br />He carried me over to the freezer.<br /><br />I put the cake inside.<br /><br />He then flipped me into a fireman’s hold, and started<br />towards the bedroom.<br /><br />“Oooo,” I said. “I love it when you go all Tarzan.”<br /><br />“Me Tarzan. You Cheeta,” he said while banging his<br />free fist against his chest.<br /><br />I slapped his butt. “I most certainly am not Cheeta!”<br />I said in mock outrage. “I am a handsome explorer<br />that you have kidnapped and are now going to ravage.”<br /><br />He threw me down on the bed, and I quickly began to<br />undress myself.<br /><br />“Stop,” he said. “It's your birthday; I will do<br />everything.”<br /><br />“Okay,” I said with a wonderful smile. I could feel<br />my cock pressing against my cargos, but it would have<br />to wait until Tarzan decided to free it.<br /><br />I leaned back on my hands and watched as he began to<br />remove his clothes. He slowly unbuttoned his work<br />shirt—starting from the bottom—he went one button at a<br />time. With each button he would pull his shirt a<br />little further away from his body. So, first his taut<br />belly was revealed, then just the inkling of his rib<br />cage, soon a nipple—lightly surrounded by chest hair,<br />and then all the buttons were undone. He leisurely<br />pulled the shirt over one shoulder and turned so I<br />could see his strong broad shoulders and beautiful<br />back.<br /><br />My pants were feeling very tight.<br /><br />He lazily undid the top button of his pants.<br /><br />I was beginning to breathe deeply. “Christopher, your<br />striptease is wonderful, but it is my birthday, you<br />have been gone for two days, and if you don’t hurry up<br />I’m going to cum in my pants, and then neither of us<br />will be very happy,” I informed him.<br /><br />He smiled and quickly pulled at the fly on his pants,<br />causing the zipper to open and he was out of his pants<br />and underwear in a flash. He had obviously taken heed<br />of my warning because the next thing I knew I was<br />naked, and Chris’ tongue had just finished teasing my<br />anus and was now moving up my shaft.<br /><br />I grabbed a fist full of sheets with each hand, and<br />raised my hips up in encouragement.<br /><br />His mouth engulfed me causing me to moan in pleasure.<br />He stopped for a moment and I could feel his mouth<br />forming a smile at my pleasure.<br /><br />“Move,” I said.<br /><br />“What?” Chris mumbled, without removing me from his<br />mouth.<br /><br />“I want you in my mouth,” I said.<br /><br />I again felt his smile form around me.<br /><br />Chris did some very ingenious pivoting and<br />maneuvering, and soon I was on top of him. My penis<br />was still completely engulfed in his mouth. I took my<br />hand and began to rub my thumb over the tip of his<br />cock and then to lightly lap the small amount of<br />precum he was emitting. I love the taste of him,<br />salty and musty with a small hint of sweetness.<br /><br />Chris continued to devour me with his mouth and it<br />didn’t take very much longer until I was ready to<br />come.<br /><br />“I’m gonna…,” I said.<br /><br />Chris removed his mouth from my penis and began to<br />expertly work it with his hand. I fucked his hand as<br />I began to shudder. I stopped paying much attention<br />to Chris’ pleasure when I was overtaken by my orgasm<br />and his cock fell from my mouth. After a short<br />intermission to regain my breath, my mouth began to<br />seek him out again.<br /><br />Chris pulled himself up and into a sitting<br />position—with me still on top of him. He was now<br />leaning against the headboard, and I was sitting on<br />his lap.<br /><br />“I want to finish you,” I said to him.<br /><br />“Oh, you will,” he said. Chris liberally applied lube<br />to his cock and hand.<br /><br />I rose onto my knees and began to kiss his neck. This<br />gave Chris the access he needed and wanted. I felt<br />his slick finger move between my cheeks. It encircled<br />my opening and then slowly penetrated me. His finger<br />twirled and massaged and I rocked myself on it,<br />wanting more of him inside me. When that finger<br />became lonely, another joined it. I moaned with<br />delight, continuing to rock as Chris’ fingers teased<br />and tantalized me. “More,” I said.<br /><br />Chris removed his fingers and placed his hands on my<br />hips--with his fingers separating my cheeks—he guided<br />me down on top of his full, thick, wonderful erection.<br />When I had taken all of him in, I rested for a moment<br />of adjustment. I then placed my hands on his<br />shoulders, looked him directly in the eyes, sending<br />all of my love to him, and began to raise and lower<br />myself on him, clenching and unclenching along the<br />way.<br /><br />Chris fell into ecstasy, tilting his head back and<br />closing his eyes. I leaned down and drew him into a<br />deep kiss. He grunted into the kiss as he came inside<br />me. My head was resting on his shoulder and I was<br />breathing deeply, while he began to relax inside me.<br /><br />Chris patted my butt to signal it was time for me to<br />move off of him. I raised myself up and he slowly<br />pulled out of me. I moved off of him, and lay at his<br />side. He pulled me into a spooning position and we<br />both drifted off to sleep.<br /><br />The ring of the phone awakened us.<br /><br />“Hello,” Chris said. “Hi TJ, yes the birthday boy is<br />right here.” Chris handed me the phone.<br /><br />“Hello,” I said. “Oh, thank you…I'm sorry I missed<br />you yesterday, too. I'm good…and you?” I questioned,<br />hoping to hear some type of response that would<br />confirm that Katie had spoken to her. “Oh, I'm glad<br />you are well…yes, Katie and I did have a nice lunch<br />yesterday…yes, we also had a good dinner with Claire.”<br />This was not sounding very positive. I took a deep<br />breath. “TJ did Katie mention her flashback to you?<br />No…I didn’t think do…there are some things I need to<br />tell you about.” I told her about the speeding ticket<br />in the Jag, the flashback and lack of sleep, the<br />arguments with just about everyone but me, and the<br />piercing. When I finished TJ asked to talk to Chris.<br />I handed him the phone.<br /><br />“Hi…yes tomorrow at 4:30 pm on American Airlines…no<br />problem, I'll pick you up and bring you to dinner.<br />Have a safe flight…see you then,” he said.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">**** **** ****<br /><br />Friday</span><br /><br />I saw Chris and TJ walk into the restaurant. I tried<br />to signal to Katie that she should chill out on her<br />tirade.<br /><br />“I am sick and tired of you all bossing me around. I<br />have a partner to do that, and since she isn’t here I'm the boss of myself!” Katie shouted at the table.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">**** **** ****<br /><br />**Katie**</span><br /><br />Verge was making faces at me from across the table<br />while I continued my tirade. What was his problem?<br /><br />And then, I felt her breath on my neck. I squinched<br />my face and gulped. Based on the fact that Verge had<br />been making those faces at me since the beginning of<br />my tantrum…I was guessing I was in BIG trouble.<br /><br />“Apologize and then excuse yourself and accompany me<br />to the bathroom,” TJ’s sternly stated.<br /><br />I turned to her, “Hi…ah…love…I think you…ah...look<br />great…I…ah…don’t think you need to powder your nose,”<br />I looked up and gave her a cheeky grin.<br /><br />“It isn’t my nose I'm planning on powdering,” she<br />whispered into my ear. She stood up, and took hold of<br />my hand, “Hi everyone, it’s nice to see you…even under<br />these unpleasant circumstances…”<br /><br />I gulped again.<br /><br />TJ continued, “…If you will please excuse us,” and<br />with that TJ signaled for me to stand. She gently but<br />quickly steered me to the restroom.<br /><br />Upon entering the restroom, I looked around and<br />noticed it was one of the single room types--no<br />stalls. You know the one room, self-contained kind.<br />The room was covered in tiles and had a noisy fan and<br />the restaurant’s loud music was being pumped in.<br />FUCK, this restroom was obviously designed by a top!<br /><br />TJ pulled the straight-backed chair away from the<br />dressing table. Oh, this room was so designed by a<br />top--no self-respecting top is going to sit on the<br />toilet to administer a spanking. “Jeans down,” she<br />instructed.<br /><br />“But, Teej…” she didn’t let me finish. She spun me<br />around and landed a series of very hard swats.<br /><br />“Take your jeans down now,” she repeated.<br /><br />I lowered my jeans and began to place myself over TJ’s<br />lap.<br /><br />She stood me back up. “Underwear too,” she instructed.<br /><br />Eeeek! “But, Teej…we are in a public place…and I have<br />a thong on…and you have full access,” I protested.<br /><br />“Have I ever spanked you over your underwear?” She<br />asked.<br /><br />“Well, it isn’t really over my underwear, see,” I said<br />pointing to my bare cheeks.<br /><br />“I will rephrase that,” she said. “Have I ever spanked<br />you when you have had your underpants on?”<br /><br />Why do tops ask questions they know the answers to?<br />It really pisses me off! “No,” I answered. “But…”<br /><br />“I dead bolted the door, you don’t need to worry about<br />anyone coming in and I am sure no one will hear over<br />the fan and music,” she interrupted and then motioned<br />with her finger to drop my underwear.<br /><br />“FINE,” I said.<br /><br />TJ applied one very firm swat to my now bare bottom<br />before she draped me across her lap. Once I was in<br />the proper position, she began to rapidly spank, “Syd,<br />Chris, Virgil, Claire, Jamie, they are your family!<br />You do not speak to them like that, do you understand<br />me?”<br /><br />“Yes,” I sobbed.<br /><br />TJ stood me back up and helped to return my clothes to<br />their upright position.<br /><br />“Why are you here?” I asked.<br /><br />TJ pulled me into a hug. “Do you really need to ask me<br />that question?” she questioned back.<br /><br />I shook my head. “How'd you know?”<br /><br />“I wish it had been from you,” she said.<br /><br />This caused me to cry harder. “I’m sorry. I am so<br />sorry,” I told her.<br /><br />“I know baby,” she said. “We will discuss it after<br />dinner, when we get home.”<br /><br />“Didn’t we just ‘discuss’ it?” I asked.<br /><br />TJ shook her head, and gave me a little smile. “No<br />honey, we just ‘discussed’ your attitude and rudeness<br />out in the restaurant.”<br /><br />“Oh,” I said. “Do we have to ‘discuss’ the other<br />stuff?”<br /><br />“Katie, my love, we will be talking about your rough<br />week first, but yes there will be a spanking after our<br />talk.”<br /><br />“What’s the point? You’ll spank me and then go back to<br />Boston, and I will still be struggling, and then you<br />will come back and spank me. I don’t think this is<br />good for us,” I cried into her shoulder.<br /><br />“You’re right it isn’t good for us, and we are going<br />to put an end to it,” TJ said in a very stern voice.<br /><br />My heart broke. I didn’t think it could ever hurt so<br />much. I tried to push away from her, but TJ held me<br />tighter.<br /><br />“I’m not going back to Boston,” she said.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">**** **** ****<br /><br />Copyright TBL 2008</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302532104675231901.post-23795690450855110912008-03-19T22:14:00.000-07:002008-04-26T17:04:36.023-07:00Katie goes Topless - Parts 7, 8 and 9<span style="font-weight:bold;">Title: Katie goes Topless - Parts 7, 8 and 9<br />Author: Tarabeth<br />Characters: Katie, TJ, Syd, Verge, Jamie and Leo<br />Implements: Hand</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***<br /><br />**Katie**</span><br /><br />I sat for a while before I called TJ back; I wasn’t in the mood for a lecture, or any cyber discipline. I really just wanted to go to bed. But, I knew if I waited much longer to call that I would have someone on the doorstep checking up on me. I promptly fell asleep on the couch while I was debating my options. <br /><br />I awoke to the sound of the doorbell. FUCK!<br /><br />I was pulling myself up off of the couch, when the knocking began.<br /><br />“Hold your panties on. I’m coming,” I shouted.<br /><br />I opened the door to find a very irate Syd. “Are you okay?” She asked.<br /><br />I gave her an exasperated reply, “I’m fine.”<br /><br />Syd walked into the house and applied a very, did I say very, firm swat to my butt.<br /><br />“Owe,” I said rubbing at the sting. “You aren’t allowed to do that anymore.”<br /><br />Syd smiled, “Oops, I forgot.”<br /><br />I gave her a scowl.<br /><br />“Call TJ, please, and let her know you are all right,” Syd directed.<br /><br />“I’ll call her later,” I told her. “You don’t get to boss me around any more. I’ll get to it later.”<br /><br />Syd took a deep breath, “It is midnight in Boston, and your FIANCE is worried about you. I think that the respectful thing to do would be to call her, but if you aren’t going to, I will. I told her I would come check on you and let her know what I found. So, are you going to call her?”<br /><br />“Later,” I said.<br /><br />Syd took out her cell phone and dialed. “Hello…yes I am at the house…she says she is ‘fine’ and will call you later,” Syd stopped talking into the phone and turned to me. “TJ would like it if you would please talk to her now, she has an early lecture in the morning.”<br /><br />“I will call her after you leave,” I told Syd.<br /><br />Syd resumed speaking into the phone, “You heard…yes other than the attitude she seems okay. I’m going to go…love you too…goodbye.” Syd hung up the phone and turned to me, “I’m going to go, I would appreciate if you would call me in the morning.”<br /><br />“If I have time,” I told her.<br /><br />Syd took a deep breath and walked over to me and pulled me into a hug. She spoke softly and kindly into my ear, “Katie, I love you. You are very important to me. That has not and will not change, because discipline isn’t part of our relationship any more. I miss you, and I worry about you. I would love to talk to you in the morning.” She kissed me on the cheek and said, “Good night, baby, please take care of yourself.” She let herself out as she saw me pick up the phone to call TJ.<br /><br />TJ wasn’t very pleased with my attitude or the fact that she had been unable to get a hold of me. The conversation consisted of a lot of, “I’m sorry”…”yes it was rude”…”I will apologize”…and various promises to eat better, get more sleep and check in on a regular basis. All in all I got off lucky. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">*** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***<br /><br />Tuesday Continued<br /><br />**Verge**</span><br /><br />I had Wednesday off from the clinic, and sense Chris was away Jamie and Leo invited me to have dinner and spend the night at their place. <br /><br />I really like Leo; he is a lovely balance to Jamie. Where Jamie is all lines with sharp angles--he seems to always stand at attention and is ever vigilant--Leo is soft and relaxed, making everyone around him feel welcome and comfortable.<br /><br />I arrived a bit before I was expected; Jamie wasn’t home yet. Leo greeted me with a hug, he ushered me into the kitchen and quickly made me feel at home by sitting me at the table with a bowl and a pile of string beans. “Prep those for me, will you hon?” Leo asked.<br /><br />Leo and I quickly fell into cheerful banter. We were giggling and gossiping about Syd and Samantha when Jamie arrived. He entered the kitchen through the back door. He stopped behind my chair, put a hand on my shoulder and kissed the top of my head; “Hi handsome, I am so glad you could join us for dinner.”<br /><br />I placed my hand on top of his and said, “Thank you for inviting me; I love spending time over here.”<br /><br />Leo turned from the stove; he was bent at the waist and his lips were puckered. Jamie let out a soft warm laugh and scooped Leo into his arms, swinging Leo around as they greeted each other with kisses. Jamie set Leo back on the floor, “I’m going to go change and then I will be out to set the table.”<br /><br />As soon as Jamie had left the room, Leo rushed over, pulled a chair close next to me and started to whisper, “Oh my god, I can’t believe I didn’t tell you! Jamie wrote Katie a ticket yesterday…for going 85 in a 50.”<br /><br />My mouth fell open.<br /><br />“I know,” Leo said.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">*** *** *** *** *** *** ***<br /><br />**Katie**<br /><br />Wednesday</span><br /><br />I vowed that Wednesday was going to be a much better day. I ate breakfast at home—yogurt, bran cereal and fruit. I stopped at Starbucks for an iced tea, and was at the office on time. I spent the morning replying to e-mail and catching up on my filing.<br /><br />At noon I left the office to pick up Verge for his birthday lunch. I arrived at the Victorian and no Verge. He had told me he would be home as close to noon as possible, but it all depended on the traffic coming home from Jamie and Leo’s. <br /><br />I did notice that Syd’s car was in the driveway. Damn it, I didn’t call her this morning. So now I needed to decide if I was going to hide out in the Jeep and wait for Verge, or to go in and visit with Syd while I waited for him to arrive. I was still debating my choices, but leaning strongly towards going inside, when I heard a knock on the window. It was Syd.<br /><br />I opened the door and got out of Jeep. I shut the door, placed my hands in my pockets, and leaned up against the side of the car. “Hi,” I said.<br /><br />“Hello, honey, are you waiting for Virgil?” She asked.<br /><br />I nodded.<br /><br />“Would you like to come in the house and visit while you wait?” She asked.<br /><br />I really wanted to say yes. I wanted to go in and apologize and have her hug me and hold me and tell me everything was going to be okay, but then I saw the Verge’s Beetle turning the corner and coming down the street. “Um, there’s Verge,” I said. “I’m on my lunch, so we kind of have to be going.”<br /><br />Syd placed her hand on my shoulder and kissed my cheek. “Okay baby,” she said, “have a good lunch. I love you.”<br /><br />I couldn’t raise my eyes to look at her, “Thanks, I love you too.”<br /><br />I heard his car door close and then his jolly pronouncement, “The Birthday Boy has arrived! Let the showering of attention and presents begin!”<br /><br />I managed to look up at her, and we both gave each other awkward smiles before we began our walk over to Virgil.<br /><br />Syd pulled Verge into a big bear hug, “Happy Birthday Honey.”<br /><br />“Thanks,” he said. <br /><br />“I’m going to head back in the house and let you two get going,” Syd told us. She gave a wave and was gone.<br /><br />Verge did a little clap and said, “Katie Katheryn where are my prezzies?”<br /><br />I smiled, “Oh, I was planning on bringing them to your birthday dinner on Friday,” I said. <br /><br />Verge crossed his arms and gave me a very dirty look. “My birthday is not on Friday, it is today, and I want my prezzies today!”<br /><br />“Oh, well I guess I do have a little something for you today,” I teased him.<br /><br />“Little isn’t acceptable. I want BIG!”<br /><br />“I am not going to give you anything in the driveway, so maybe we should get a move on,” I informed him. I climbed into the passenger side of the Beetle.<br /><br />Verge got in and off we went. “What was that all about with Syd?” He asked.<br /><br />“What?” I replied.<br /><br />“Things were a little uncomfortable when I got here,” he said.<br /><br />“Oh, that,” I said, “It’s nothing.”<br /><br />Verge blew a raspberry, “I don’t believe that for one minute, now spill.”<br /><br />I took a deep breath. “You know about the late report?” I asked.<br /><br />“Yes,” he replied.<br /><br />“And the ticket?”<br /><br />“Yes,” he replied.<br /><br />“Jamie has a big fricken’ mouth,” I complained.<br /><br />“Leo told me,” Verge said.<br /><br />“As previously stated, Jamie has a big fricken’ mouth.”<br /><br />Verge laughed. “So what’s up with Syd?”<br /><br />I took another breath. “She came over to check on me last night and I was a little bit rude.”<br /><br />Verge laughed again. “I bet that is the tame version.”<br /><br />“Yeah,” I answered.<br /><br />We arrived at lunch, and I gave Verge his presents: a rubber ducky to float in the hot tub and record the temperature, Buffy Season 6 DVD set, and a gift certificate to Banana Republic.<br /><br />We ordered our food and then I filled him in about the flash back, missing therapy, and my run in with Syd. <br /><br />Verge was kind and sweet, listened attentively, gave me lots of compassion as I told the story, and when the story was finished he said, “You are in so much trouble.”<br /><br />I snorted, “You think.” I began to cry.<br /><br />Verge moved from his side of the booth over to mine. He pulled me into a warm embrace and whispered sweet and kind reassurances, while I quietly cried on his shoulder. I eventually calmed down, and Verge continued to rub my back.<br /><br />“Katie, baby, you have to tell TJ,” he said.<br /><br />“She’ll come home,” I mumbled to him.<br /><br />“Isn’t that what you want? Isn’t that what you need?” He asked.<br /><br />“No, she needs to know I am okay without her,” I told him.<br /><br />“I don’t think that’s true,” Verge said.<br /><br />I scowled at him.<br /><br />“I think you want to be okay without her, but why? Why do you need that?” He asked.<br /><br />“Because,” was all I could answer before I began to cry again.<br /><br />He began to coo at me again, and then quietly spoke into my ear, “If she makes you complete, if you function better because of her, if you love more, if you live more when she is with you, why should you have to be able to live without her?”<br /><br />“I have to know I can, because what if I were to lose her, what would I do then?” I asked him.<br /><br />“Baby, how can you live always planning for the worst? You have joy. TJ and you, you have joy. Katie, don’t anticipate the worst; it will make you live in that pain, and that will engulf and destroy you,” he told me. “You need to live in the joy and happiness you two share. In order to do that, you must be honest with her. Baby, you have to tell her of your pain in order to get your joy back.”<br /><br />“She’ll be so angry, so disappointed,” I continued to cry onto his shoulder.<br /><br />Verge lifted my head, so he could see me, “You’ll be in a lot of trouble.”<br /><br />I blushed.<br /><br />“She will punish you,” he said.<br /><br />I winced.<br /><br />“She will love you. She will forgive you, and you will again bring each other joy,” he said. “But first you have to tell her.”<br /><br />“I’ll try,” I told him.<br /><br />He rolled his eyes at me.<br /><br />“I promise. I will try,” I said.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">*** *** *** *** *** *** ***<br /><br />Copyright TBL 2008</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302532104675231901.post-79327439180340027022008-03-12T18:46:00.000-07:002008-03-12T18:52:14.761-07:00My poor, poor Man - The End<span style="font-weight:bold;">Title: My poor, poor man - The end<br />Author: Tarabeth<br />Characters: Chris, Verge, Syd, TJ and Claire<br /><br />*** *** *** *** *** </span><br /><br />I put my hand out to Syd as she found the key to the bathroom door. I inserted the key and opened the door to find my sweet husband holding the plunger in one hand and a toilet brush in the other, he looked exhausted and a bit green, but ready to fight to the bitter end.<br /><br />I put my arms out, “Come here, babe.”<br /><br />Verge put his weapons down and stepped into my embrace, “Thank god you’re home.” <br /><br />“Rough morning,” I said.<br /><br />Verge nodded into my shoulder. <br /><br />“What’s going on, honey?” I asked.<br /><br />Verge stepped out of the hug and pointed an accusatory finger at Syd, “She was going to give me a coffee enema!”<br /><br />“No, she wasn’t,” I said.<br /><br />“No, I wasn’t,” she said.<br /><br />“You were,” Verge said. This time pointing to the kitchen, he said, “Don’t deny it, I saw you making all those gallons of coffee.”<br /><br />Syd and I looked at each other. She mouthed the word, “gallons,” and I shook my head in exasperation. <br /><br />I took hold of Verge’s hand and lead him over to the doorway, “Look,” I said.<br /><br />Virgil gulped. “You have guests?” He asked Syd.<br /><br />She nodded, “Yes, TJ is dropping her mother off, so that Claire and Mrs. Landis and I can make engagement party arrangements.”<br /><br />“Oh,” Verge said. “I think I made a big mistake.” Verge turned to Syd, “I am so, so, so sorry.”<br /><br />Syd pulled Verge into a hug, “I know, honey, you were sick and scared, but next time, talk to me about it, okay?”<br /><br />“I promise,” Verge replied.<br /><br />“Christopher, I think you need to get your husband back to bed,” Syd told me.<br /><br />I started to usher Virgil towards our bed.<br /><br />“No, Chris, wait,” Verge said pulling me into the lounge. “Mrs. Landis, TJ, Claire, I am so very sorry for my offensive behavior and language.”<br /><br />Mrs. Landis was the first to speak, “Oh, Virgil, you poor, poor man. Claire has informed us of your illness. I just hope you have a quick recovery and are feeling more yourself soon.”<br /><br />“Well ladies shall we adjourn upstairs?” Syd asked. Clair took hold of the coffeecake and Syd and TJ took the coffee carafes and off the woman went.<br /><br />“Come on, honey. I want to get you back into bed,” I lead Verge back into the bedroom. I removed his robe, sat down on the bed and helped him to climb in and rest against me. “You feel warm,” I said. “I want to take your temperature.”<br /><br />Virgil groaned and began to turn himself over on my lap. <br /><br />I stopped him, “Honey, I think you made your opinion of having your temperature taken rectally abundantly clear. I’m going to use the oral thermometer.”<br /><br />“Thank you,” he said. “I’m really sorry.”<br /><br />I kissed his forehead, “I know, and I’m going with the belief that this little incident was a bad case of delirium.”<br /><br />“I’m not in trouble?” He asked.<br /><br />“If you weren’t delirious, you are in a lot of trouble,” I told him.<br /><br />“Oh, it was definitely delirium,” he said.<br /><br />He opened his mouth and I placed the thermometer under his tongue.<br /><br />“Alright then, but for the record, any similar cases of delirium in the future will be treated with my hand applied in large doses to your bare bottom. Got it?” I told him. <br /><br />He nodded.<br /><br />The thermometer beeped and I removed it from his mouth, “Just a little over 100°.”<br /><br />Virgil curled into me and closed his eyes, “Thank you for taking care of me; I love you.”<br /><br />I kissed his forehead, “I love you too.”<br /><br />The End.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">*** *** *** *** *** ***<br /><br />Copyright TBL 2008</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302532104675231901.post-25341105481828611812008-03-09T23:05:00.000-07:002008-03-09T23:06:41.994-07:00Katie goes Topless, Part 6<span style="font-weight:bold;">Title: Katie goes Topless, Part 6<br />Author: Tarabeth<br />Characters: Katie<br /><br />*** *** *** *** *** *** ***<br /><br />Tuesday</span><br /><br />I didn’t sleep very well Monday night. Every little noise seemed to wake me up, and not just wake me up, but startle me awake in a panic. I would grasp a hold of Dexter bunny and begin the ritual of talking myself through the fact that I was safe. <br /><br />I finally decided to get up and moving at 6:00 am. I stopped at Starbucks and ordered a triple vente soy mocha before I got into the office. <br /><br />I had a difficult time concentrating on getting the report finished for Chris. <br /><br />My normal therapy appointment is Tuesday afternoons at 3:30. I usually go home after my appointment. <br /><br />At noon, I was only halfway finished with the report, so I decided I needed to cancel my therapy appointment to get the report finished. I waited until 12:30 to call Jocey, to ensure that she would be in session, when I left the message. “Hi Jocey, it’s Katie Mayfaire, I have a big report I need to get finished and I need to cancel today. I will drop a check off for my missed session tomorrow. I’ll see you next week.”<br /><br />I put my office phone on do not disturb and went back to writing the report. At 5:30 my cell phone rang, it was Jocey, “Hi Jocey, I am sorry I had to cancel.”<br /><br />“That’s okay, how are you?” She asked.<br /><br />“I’m fine, just had to finish this report,” I told her. It probably would have been a good idea to tell her about the flashback, but it could wait until next week. <br /><br />“Okay, well I’m glad you’re doing well. I just wanted to remind you that I’m leaving for vacation tomorrow. I’ll be back in two and half weeks. If you have anything urgent that comes up, I have a service checking calls and someone will get back to you, okay?” She informed me. <br /><br />Fuck, this wasn’t good.<br /><br />“Yep, no problem,” I told her. “I’ll see you when you get back.” I hung up the phone and wiped the tears from eyes, turned my cell phone off and returned to the report. <br /><br />At 7:30 pm, I e-mailed the finished report to Chris, closed up the office and left for home. On the drive I decided I couldn’t be bothered to make dinner, so I stopped for a whopper meal and ate it in the car, because I was too hungry to wait until I got home. <br /><br />Fred and George accosted me at the door, they were hungry for food and attention. I didn’t really want to give them either, but with a deep breath I filled their water, dry and wet food bowls, gave them each a little a cuddle and went to the study to check my e-mail. <br /><br />The first thing I noticed was an urgent e-mail from TJ. Crap. I checked the house phone, three messages, I turned my cell on two messages and a text. <br /><br />She was not happy.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** <br /><br />Copyright TBL 2008</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302532104675231901.post-22691824324375611172008-03-09T21:43:00.000-07:002008-03-09T21:46:11.683-07:00My poor, poor Man Part 5Title: My poor, poor Man - Part 5<br />Author: Tarabeth<br />Characters: Chris, Verge, Syd, Claire, TJ<br />Warning: Strong Language and a suppository.<br /><br />*** *** *** *** *** *** ***<br /><br />**Verge**<br /><br />I had just made it into the bedroom and was in the process of locking the door and retreating to safety, when I was overcome with a major wave of nausea. I turned and reached for the wastebasket; I didn’t make it. I fell to my knees and threw up on the bedroom floor.<br /><br />Syd was quickly at my side. “It’s okay honey, just let it all out,” her voice was soft and she ran a soothing hand slowly over my back.<br /><br />Tears were flowing, I was retching, and she just stayed there and comforted me until I was done.<br /><br />The next few minutes seemed a blur.<br /><br />Syd helped me out of my robe and into bed.<br /><br />She turned me on my side.<br /><br />I felt my boxers pulled down, my cheeks separated, and a suppository pushing its way inside me.<br /><br />It was followed by a finger, which retreated just as quickly and unceremoniously as it had entered.<br /><br />She held my cheeks together for a short period of time, gently patted my bottom, and returned my boxers to their rightful position.<br /><br />I felt the sheet and blanket being pulled up over me, and Syd placed a kiss on my forehead.<br /><br />I curled into myself and cried into my pillow. I was sure it would only be a matter of minutes before coffee was flowing freely through my bowels.<br /><br />*** *** *** *** *** ***<br /><br />I glanced a look over my shoulder to see what Syd was up to; I didn’t see her, but I noticed that she had cleaned up my sic.<br /><br />Now was my chance, I grabbed my robe and dashed into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.<br /><br />I heard Syd reenter the room. She knocked on the door. “Virgil, honey, are you okay in there?” She asked.<br /><br />“I’m fine, thanks. I don’t need anything else. You can go back upstairs now,” I told her.<br /><br />“Come on out honey I still need to take your temperature and I want to get you tucked back into bed,” she said. Her voice was so calm and soothing, did she really think I would fall for her treachery?<br /><br />“I’ll just stay in here until Chris comes home,” I informed her. There take that you sneaky Tops!<br /><br />“Virgil, honey, what is wrong?” She asked.<br /><br />“As if you don’t know! I will not fall for your tricks! I’m not coming out!” My frustration was evident, as I couldn’t seem to control the raised level of my voice.<br /><br />*** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***<br /><br />**Chris**<br /><br />The presentation to the board had gone well. The board members had few questions and I was finished a good 45 minutes earlier than I had planned.<br /><br />I pulled up into the driveway just as Claire, TJ and Mrs. Landis were heading up the walk.<br /><br />“Good morning ladies,” I said, greeting them each with a kiss.<br /><br />“Good morning,” Claire replied. “How is Verge doing?”<br /><br />“Sleeping, hopefully,” I answered, as I opened the door.<br /><br />With the door open, we were now all able to hear by the yelling coming from the back bedroom, that Virgil was very much awake.<br /><br />“I will not allow your fucking, kinking, enema fetishist, lesbian, dictator hands near me!” I heard Verge shout. I quickly made for the bedroom with the hope of stopping whatever had caused this tantrum from gaining any more momentum.<br /><br />I was passing through the kitchen when I heard Syd’s voice raise to a dangerous level, “Virgil.”<br /><br />I arrived in the bedroom as Syd was fishing through her keys for the one that would open the bathroom door.<br /><br />“You will be shoving nothing further up my ass! My tush has been declared a coffee enema free zone! In fact it is done with having non-sex related things inserted. So unless you have an economy size jar of butt wax and have a cock, plug, rude boy, prostate stimulator, or a lovely string of butt beads, you will just have to go away!” Verge shouted through the door. <br /><br />I glanced out through the bedroom door, and saw Mrs. Landis’ mouth wide open. TJ was trying to calm her. Claire was standing behind them trying to keep a grin and snicker from escaping.<br /><br />*** *** *** *** *** *** ***<br /><br />Copyright TBL 2008Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7302532104675231901.post-30084378948424679102008-03-07T23:46:00.000-08:002008-05-22T10:51:49.458-07:00Supporting Katie, Part 4<span style="font-weight:bold;">Title: Supporting Katie, Part 4<br />Author: Tarabeth<br />Characters: Katie, Syd, Chris, Verge, Jamie, Claire and Mitch<br /><br />*** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***</span><br /><br />I was curled up on the couch watching Talk Soup, on Saturday morning, when Jamie came rolling into the house. He had said he was spending the night at a friend’s house, but he looked as if he had spent the night in a bar. This did not go unnoticed by Syd. <br /><br />“Hi Ma,” Jamie said as he made his way to the refrigerator. He withdrew a cartoon of orange juice and drank straight from the carton.<br /><br />“James,” Syd growled, “you have ten minutes to get yourself showered and get back out here to discuss your recent behavior.”<br /><br />Jamie emerged from the bathroom. I heard him draw out a bar stool and sit down at the kitchen counter. <br /><br />It was like a train wreck, neither Syd nor Jamie would be able to see me from the kitchen counter where they were talking. I should have gotten up and excused myself, but I didn’t want to embarrass Jamie, so I just stayed quiet and stayed put.<br /><br />“How old are you?” Syd asked him.<br /><br />“19,” Jamie mumbled.<br /><br />“And what is the legal drinking age in the state of California?” she asked.<br /><br />“21,” he mumbled.<br /><br />Oh, this was so not going to end well.<br /><br />“Would you mind telling me where you have been spending your afternoons this week?” she asked him.<br /><br />That was weird, it was unlike Syd to change the subject mid-lecture.<br /><br />“Yes,” Jamie mumbled.<br /><br />“Let’s try that again, young man. Where have you been spending your afternoons this week?” she demanded.<br /><br />“On the trail,” Jamie replied.<br /><br />My heart sank. <br /><br />“Doing what?” Syd asked.<br /><br />“Looking for him, wanting to catch him, needing to hurt him,” Jamie’s voice trailed off.<br /><br />My heart broke.<br /><br />I could hear muffled sobs. I am not sure if Jamie had buried his head in his hands or if Syd was hugging him. <br /><br />“Shh, baby,” I could hear Syd trying to sooth him.<br /><br />When Jamie had calmed down, Syd said, “Come on Jamie, I think we need to go discuss your underage drinking.”<br /><br />“Maaaaaaaa,” Jamie whined. <br /><br />“Young man, in this family, breaking the law is going to get you a sore bottom,” Syd informed him. “Come on, let’s get it over with.”<br /><br />“No,” Jamie said. <br /><br />Oh, Jame. <br /><br />“Excuse me?” Syd questioned him.<br /><br />“I am too old to be spanked,” Jamie answered.<br /><br />Um, has he met his mother? <br /><br />“James, your ride back to school, tomorrow, is already going to be an uncomfortable one. I suggest you stop arguing with me, go get my hairbrush off of my dresser and get your fanny into your bedroom.”<br /><br />“I’m not going back to school tomorrow. I need to be here,” Jamie said in a small whisper.<br /><br />“No, you don’t. Your being here is not healthy for you, and if Katie knew that you were dealing with this by getting drunk and spending hours out of everyday, endangering yourself by hanging out on that trail, it would break her heart,” Syd lectured.<br /><br />Tears began to roll down my cheeks.<br /><br />I heard Jamie quietly crying.<br /><br />“For both you and Katie, you need to go back to school,” she told him. “Now, come on let’s get this over with.”<br /><br />The room was quiet for a minute and then I heard a loud swat.<br /><br />“Move it, kiddo,” Syd said, before I heard another loud swat.<br /><br />I heard the door to Jamie’s room close, and I got up to go down stairs and out of hearing range. But it was not quick enough, because as I passed Jamie’s door, I heard Syd say, “Jeans and underwear down,” and then came the sound of Syd’s hand swatting his bare bottom. I winced for my friend, for the sweet young man who wanted to be my knight in shining amour. He was in so much pain over not being able to rescue me.<br /><br />*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***<br /><br />I sat in the stairway until I heard Syd leave Jamie’s room. I turned to get up to go back to Syd’s flat.<br /><br />Just as I got to the door Syd opened it and pulled me into a big hug, “He’s all yours,” she said sending me towards his door with a firm swat, “That’s for eavesdropping.”<br /><br />I tried to rub the sting from my bottom, “I wasn’t…” I began.<br /><br />She raised her hand in preparation for landing another swat, and I quickly turned my backside away from her and backed into Jamie’s room. I entered the room backwards and closed the door as soon as I was inside.<br /><br />I heard Jamie sniffle, “Ma, please go away. I just want to be alone.”<br /><br />“It’s me Jame,” I said.<br /><br />He raised his head up, “Why are YOU rubbing your butt?” He asked.<br /><br />“Why AREN’T you rubbing your's?” I asked back. <br /><br />His face turned very red, but he gave me a small smile. “How do you know?” he said, rubbing tears from his eyes.<br /><br />I crawled onto his bed so that we were looking at one another. “I was on the couch,” I told him.<br /><br />“The whole time?” he whispered.<br /><br />I nodded, and we both broke out in tears.<br />“I’m so sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just wanted to catch him for you. I wanted you to be safe,” he cried.<br /><br />“I have to tell you something,” I became very serious. “I’m not sure if it’s going to make any sense, so I will just say it. I think you did save me,” I told him.<br /><br />Jamie gave me a confused look. <br /><br />“You were the first man I was with, maybe the only man I will ever be with consensually, because of you I know that sex with a man can be tender and loving. I will always have that knowledge because of you,” I told him.<br /><br />Jamie’s tears began to fall again.<br /><br />“I know that rationally what he did to me wasn’t sex, but some how, some way, what he did feels like it would have been worse if you hadn’t been my first,” I said, as I gently stroked his face. “So, you see, you did save me.” <br /><br />We laid there quietly for a long time, at some point I rolled over so that we were spooning. <br /><br />Jamie broke the silence, “You’re not supposed to be making me feel better,” he said rubbing snot onto his sleeve.<br /><br />I turned over, to face him and gave him a small smile, “Oh, okay then, tell me the dirty details of where you were and what you were doing that caused this morning’s butt roasting.”<br /><br />He blushed, “I went out drinking.”<br /><br />“Duh,” I said. “Where?”<br /><br />He blushed again.<br /><br />“The End Up,” he whispered.<br /><br />“THE END UP?!” I questioned.<br /><br />“Shhhh,” he said. “I think I am gay.”<br /><br />“Duh,” my hand quickly covered my mouth. Woops, I didn’t mean to say that out loud.<br /><br />Jamie’s face turned red, “What do you mean, ‘Duh’?” he asked.<br /><br />“Um, I kind of knew that,” I told him.<br /><br />Jamie blushed. “ I don’t understand.” <br /><br />“It’s called gaydar Jame,” I informed him with a smile. “Yours will increase with time…yours has been a bit skewed,” I laughed, “because as a gay boy, you are supposed to like other gay boys, not gay girls,” I said, emphasizing my point by poking my finger in his chest.<br /><br />He snorted, “Ummm, I think you’re a little skewed yourself. As a lesbian you're not supposed to have sex with boys,” he said, poking me back on the shoulder.<br /><br />We both giggled.<br /><br />“Mmmm, it smells like your mom is making us breakfast. Come on let’s go,” I said pulling him to his feet.<br /><br />Jamie groaned.<br /><br />“What’s your problem, college boy, I would think you would love a home cooked breakfast, especially one of your mothers.”<br /><br />He made a face and rubbed his butt, “It just always seems like she makes a big family meal, that I have to SIT through, right after she has spanked me.”<br /><br />I laughed. “You’ll live tough guy,” I told him, as I took hold of his hand and walked him into the kitchen. <br /><br />Claire and Chris were sitting at the table drinking coffee and juice; while Syd, Mitch and Verge were in the kitchen frying up bacon, making waffles, scrambling eggs, and toasting bread. <br /><br />I sat down on Chris’s lap and gave him a good morning hug and kiss.<br /><br />Jamie looked sadly down at the kitchen chair and said, “I think I’ll see what I can help with.”<br /><br />Syd pulled Jamie into hug and whispered something into his ear that elicited a large smile. “Why don’t you slice the fruit Jamie, there’s melon and berries in the fridge,” she told him.<br /><br />The feast was soon laid out on the table and we began to dig in. <br /><br />“Jame, what time are you leaving to go back to school?” Chris asked.<br /><br />Jamie looked at Syd, “I still don’t know why I need to go back to school, Verge isn’t going back.”<br /><br />Tears welled in my eyes and quickly left the table in tears. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">*** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***<br /><br />Copyright TBL 2008</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com