Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter

Winter is far  from over, but with January close to being behind us, suddenly I’m tired of being brave  and coping with wet and cold and freezing weather and I’m yearning for  blissfully balmy days when simply being outside is its own reward. It can’t be just me, I’m sure most of us have almost forgotten the simple pleasure of sitting at a pavement cafe, alone with a book or in the company of an actual or potential lover.

What about at last being able to take the off roof of the car and enjoying the wind in your face,

or even when the season gets  really advanced, taking a naked dip in the sea.

And of course the joys of  a sybaritic picnic. I know  that  things can go wrong when being a bit naughty in the open air (yes my special correspondent, Amber, I’m talking about you) but a picnic in the right situation in the right company can be so sexy. I’m a great believer in preparing carefully, seductive food and wine, lots of cushions, candles where appropriate, and of course clothing that is no challenge to inebriated fingers.

In a perfect world you might even bring along the butler to wait on the two of you, but maybe that’s asking a bit too much!

If your private little spot has been well chosen, then almost inevitably you find the two of you behaving like ancient gods and goddesses.

.

It starts off quite innocently, just a kiss, nothing more than that ,

but as we all  know from our bedroom escapades, so much in life starts with something innocent and then progresses from there. Garments  get shed along with inhibitions; sometime he is the first to make it known that this is about more than food and wine,

or sometimes it is you,

but inevitably things develop that neither of you thought of when packing the melon and Parma ham. One of you could get completely carried away,

there could be an appropriate and proportionate reaction,

followed  by the inevitable conclusion.

If both of you are  of the fair sex of course, things might take a slightly different path, but take it from me that they will end up in more or less the  same place.

But having said all that, it’s still only February and all this is yet to come. In the mean time, we can still get on our magic carpet and glide off into the secret world of our imagination.

And if anyone is interested, I’m typing this on my laptop in bed on  Sunday morning and, pending a visit in a couple of hours from someone rather gorgeous, I might just  drift off to that very place now to ensure I am ripe and ready for his arrival! 

Spanking and feminism

I know I'm opening a great can of worms posting this, men of a certain age nodding sagely and feminists up in arms against me. So where do I stand on the thorny issue of spanking and feminism? I don't need to describe myself as a liberated woman as I'm lucky enough that, as an educated single female who is financially, socially and intellectually independent there has never been anything I ever needed to be liberated from. A feminist? Something I don’t tend to think about, but of it means strongly believing that women  are entitled to the same advantages as men in education, in the workplace, and in the  home then I am. I like men to be strong and self reliant, but I can spot a bully or a Neanderthal a mile of and won’t let such people into my life. As such, I am in complete charge of my life  and that has to include my  sexual fantasies, and if those fantasies happen to include my sometimes being a naughty girl who needs a good smacked bottom from time to time, it is my own decision; if I have organized my life so that actually happens, it means I'm very fortunate indeed.

Having a fantasy that you can actually live out means having an additional and exciting element spicing up your sex life, and that has to be a good thing. Overwhelming it does not mean being a victim or a drudge. Certainly in my case I can say that just about every time a man has  spanked me I was the person who instigated it, even if only by a flash of the eyes at the right time and in the right way. We girls are past masters at letting our male companions know when an invitation to come in for a coffee could easily lead to a sybaritic breakfast in bed some eight hours later, and it’s the same with other game playing.

 Some of you might remember that a few years ago there was a tabloid scandal about Max Mosley the wealthy and powerful head of motor racing who was discovered in a specialist club being whipped and dominated by a handful of sexualised females.

 Unsurprisingly there was a lot of prurient tutting about this, but no one for a second suggested that the poor chap was a victim of those girls wielding the whip. If I may say so, he was more of a victim than I have ever been as he paid out lots of money  for this service, but never once has a boyfriend of mine between pulling me across his knee and taking down my panties asked me just how much I was going to pay him for the pleasure .

In summary, where is a women’s place? It's anywhere she  chooses  it to be, and if when she’s in the mood it happens to be bare bottomed across a man's knee because it makes both her and him happy and horny, then that sounds a good place to be.

"Hi, Jenny....."

"Hi Jenny, yeah it’s me Lucy! How are you? I’m fine, well  sort of. Yeah, I wanted to tell you about that photo shoot I did. Mmm! That’s right, yes little old me’s done a proper professional modelling stint!

“It was all a bit weird one way and another. I knew the agency I was going to  did a bit glamour work as well as arty stuff so I went there feeling all grown up about it all knowing they might ask me to do the odd pose that was a bit revealing. Well come on Jenny, they always want young girls to show a bit of flesh and I really didn’t  mind. Anyway the owner, his name was Clive, had his wife with him, Laura her name was,  and he  said that having her there was to reassure me that it was all above board and that  there wouldn’t be any question of him trying to take  advantage of a young girl on her first assignment. So nice of them I thought.

 Anyway, to start with it was what I’d expected, me posing and pouting in just  an ordinary dress and him clicking away and her just sort of looking on, but as it went on they sort of encouraged me to show a bit of leg and cleavage, and that was fine with me and although I did get a bit carried away, all in all I think that they were quite happy with me.

Anyway, things moved on a bit and they asked me if I minded to doing  some underwear shots and in fact I’d thought of that  and I’d put on some nice sexy stuff underneath just in case,

but they said that although it was nice enough,  it lacked the edge they needed and  they had some even nicer stuff  for me to put on which really suited me.

Once I’d got this on they both looked quite pleased about the way I looked so I strutted around a bit in this stuff and Clive clicked away some more, and then they offered me a drink to relax me which was quite unnecessary as I was quite relaxed about everything anyway. In fact I’d had a few drinks at home before I left so this one went straight  to my head and by this stage I was getting seriously relaxed and happy about my afternoon. They were both being really nice to me and kept telling me how pretty  and sexy I was which was  nice, so when they hinted that if I didn’t mind they might like to  do a few tasteful shots of me with my top off I was unhooking it almost before they finished asking me.

Well come on, Jenny, you know what nice tits I’ve got so why shouldn’t I show them off? Anyway, Clive took  lot more pics including some nice close ups with me with my hands on my head so my tits were stretched upwards  and outwards and looking their best,

and then we had another little break and they gave me another drink which was so nice and  generous of them. Laura was being particularly friendly and she  even said what nice tits I had and asked Clive his opinion and he agreed asked did I mind if he just checked to see how firm they were, and what with them being so nice to me and  the drink and everything I quite liked the idea,

and while this was going on Laura had a bit of a play with Clive’s camera which must have wasted a lot of  film but that’s their worry.

I think Laura had really taken a shine to me ‘cos at this point she even gave me a nice kiss,

and then she said she wanted to ask me something and it took her a moment to get round to it but what it was, would I mind doing something a bit arty and highbrow for the camera? Well of course, as you know, I’m a very cultured girl so I said I’d be very happy and what had they got in mind? What she wanted was for me to lie on the bed and pretend I was a female poet in  Paris and that I was composing a beautiful love poem and that to help get me in the mood I was pleasuring myself. Now of course, she said, I wouldn’t have to do it for real, just pretend, but  to be perfectly frank, after having him fondling my tits and her kissing me and all that, I couldn’t think of anything I’d rather do so I said I would.

Now the  thing is, it’s not that easy to just pretend to play with yourself if you get my meaning , and lying there in more or less nothing and with the two of them sort of egging me on while Clive went on taking pictures it was all getting shall  we say a bit dangerous,

but just when it was about to reach the point of no return they stopped me and said they now wanted to do something else entirely. Now I’m not going to pretend I enjoyed having  to come back to earth and it wasn’t easy taking in what they were saying  but it seemed they wanted me to get dressed again which frankly was a bit disappointing as it was nice just lying there while the  two them admired  all my bits. Anyway between the two of them they got me dressed up and the outfit was this  tiny short  skirt with little white knickers plus a fairly ordinary blouse and they said they had  a commission which involved making up  a picture story which was  for educational purposes. So I thought, OK, can’t be anything wrong with that, and anyway it’s a bit like acting so it might help get me an Equity card. Apparently the story was about this girl with a strict aunt who’s cross  with her for some reason which leads to the girl having to be punished, so I thought that’s fine with me, and first they did lots of stills with me sort of lying around looking sort of sulky and sorry for myself,

then  I did some stills with Laura with  her  looking all  stern and me looking all nervous and guilty and I think I was doing it rather well and then Clive said that at this point Laura was going to take me over her knee and spank me. Now I must have looked a bit taken aback by that as they both started to assure me that of course Laura wouldn’t actually spank me, just pretend to, and then they gave me another drink and suddenly it all seemed a lot of harmless fun so we did lots of shots of Laura pulling me across her knee with me looking all scared and apprehensive, and then her pulling up my skirt and then pretending to spank me.

And I’ve got to be honest, it was rather exciting in a kinky  sort of way, and you’ve got to remember I’d been sort of playing with myself only a few minutes before,  so when Laura said would it be all right if to add a bit of realism she really spanked me, very gently of course, I said “Go for it!”

Honestly, can you image it, there’s me nineteen years old across a  woman’s knee having my bottom smacked, but  let’s face it, there’ve been endless times in my life when I really deserved a good spanking and got away with it, so this was sort of making up for it. What I’m leading to is when she stared  telling me I was a naughty little girl  and pulled  my knickers down and really set in to spank me good and hard  I found myself sort of wailing and moaning as I realised just how much good this was probably doing me.

It was about now it all started to get out of hand. Laura was really getting stuck in to teaching me lesson, but then I could hear Clive calling out to her that maybe things had gone as far as they needed for this particular scene and that as I had been such a  good model maybe it was time they showed me their appreciation which was nice of him, so first Laura showed her appreciation,

and then Clive showed his appreciation,

and between the drink and everything else I sort of forgot why I was there and showed my appreciation too which rather brought things to a natural conclusion.

Anyway when we’d all cleaned ourselves  up a bit and had a cup of tea and a slice of Victoria  sponge (home made, I must get the recipe) they said I was one of the most promising new  models they’d  ever had and would I come back next  week which is great. But the thing is they did ask me if maybe next time I could bring a friend, so I was  just wondering if you  might consider.........”

Spanking Kylie

Recently I came across a short story I wrote for my previous blog, so I’ve dusted it off and here it is! Hope you enjoy it!

I had only got into the music business by accident. It was really my wife’s business and I helped our occasionally, but suddenly she upped and left me and I found myself having to decide whether to take it over completely or let it collapse. The artists signed up to us were a mixed bag, few with serious potential, but there was one exception, Elvira B, a girl who could well be going places. She had a better than average singing voice, real stage presence, but most of all she was so sexy that all the newspapers and magazines wanted to photograph her. Petite and youthful she had a body to die for and in particular a bottom that left men drooling with lust and for that reason she was tipped to be the next Kylie.

She was quite a nice girl at heart, but typical of the very young she could be self centred and oblivious of other people’s needs. One of my principal concerns with her was that she was a bit too keen to show off that gorgeous body of hers and not concentrated enough on her actual singing. She was completely relaxed about undressing for the cameras, and although I had forbidden her to do nude, she was getting dangerously close to it,

and each of her publicity pictures was a bit more outrageous than the last.

As I said she was completely uninhibited about being seen undressed, and as her manager I found myself spending hours of my life helping her not merely to choose her blatantly cock teasing clothing but even helping her to dress and undress for shows and photo shoots.

Having taken over from my ex wife I was absolutely determined that she never considered me as any sort of sexual threat so I never once laid an inappropriate finger on her nor said a word that could be misconstrued. As a result she had complete and total trust in me which was fine but I was a boiling cauldron of lust, much of the time, nearly weeping with frustration and need to rip those inflammatory garments from her and let myself loose on that wicked little body.

And then out of nowhere things got even worse! One morning I let myself in to her London flat to discus her next album to find her in one of the ludicrously short dresses she tended to wear, but in a real state.

“John!” She said, coming over and clinging on to me as if about to announce the next world war. “John it’s too awful! I’ve got a photo shoot in a couple of weeks and I’m getting cellulite! Look !”

And as unselfconsciously as if I were her sister she bent over a chair and pulled down her knickers to let me see.

What can I say? That her bottom was as gorgeous and unblemished as it ever was without a hit of a cellulite or anything like it ? Or do I tell you that inside my pants my cock had turned into sprung steel and that for a few moments I could barely speak for the need to ravish her on the spot and sod the consequences?



“I can’t…..I can’t see anything.”  I eventually croaked. “Nothing at all.” Could you give me on second?”  And I walked stiff legged out of the room then went into the spare bed room and took a couple of deep breaths to calm myself, then, fighting the urge to give myself instant hand relief went back, only to find that things were now marginally worse. She was lying face down on the bed, her skirt up and her knickers down looking up at me with limpid appealing eyes.

"It's terrible, John!" She was a saying. "Look at my horrible ugly  bottom. You’ve got to help me!"

"But  how? I asked, my brain still barely functioning and my libido in danger of exploding. "What is it you think I can do?"

 “Well this is a bit of an odd one I know, but I picked up from a magazine recently that regular spanking is a guaranteed cure for cellulite!" She looked at me as if she had just discovered some great scientific  breakthrough. “So you can spank me!” She jumped from the bed and took hold of my shirt front in her two hands. "I know it will hurt but I can’t see I’ve got any choice.”

This was now getting completely out of control. One of the sexiest girls in the world with a bottom that could effortlessly launch a thousand ships was asking me to give her a spanking!

"You will do it, won’t you? You’re the only person I could possibly ask to do this!" She was positively begging me, and before I knew it we were both walking towards a convenient couch. "I know it’s going to be embarrassing for both of us but we'll both get used to it." And seconds later I was seated with her across my knee like all those girls in the past whose misbehaviour had earned them traditional old  fashioned punishment.

I was dizzy with arousal and confused by the speed of all this. I had never spanked a girl in my life, though God knew that like all men I had fantasised about it from time to time, and suddenly I had this all too desirable young sex goddess across my knee positively begging me to do so. On some sort of automatic pilot and with my stomach turning to liquid inside me I pulled up her tiny skirt and took a deep breath as I stared at her gorgeous bottom beautifully displayed in tight white panties.

“Look,” I finally said, hoping against hope that she could not feel the thrust and force of my throbbing cock underneath her. "This is entirely your idea, but if it’s what you really want me to do...."

"There’s no choice in the matter is there.” She half twisted round as she spoke to me.” And, John….”

“Yes?”

“I really appreciate this .Thanks so much.”

I was about to say that the pleasure was all mine but it was far too close to the truth for me to risk it. "Are you ready?” I finally asked, unconsciously exploring the feel of her bottom through her inflammatory little panties.

“Yes, but…. " She paused and took a deep breath. "You know you’re going to have to pull my panties down don’t you. It has to be on bare flesh or apparently it doesn’t work." She let out a little giggle. “This is rather kinky isn’t it!  Me across your knee like a naughty girl and about to have my knickers pulled down so you can smack my bottom. Just as well it's you as apparently there are a lot of men who get seriously horny giving  young girls a spanking.”

"Really?” I managed to croak. "Just as well that I'm not one of them.”

And then I was doing it, pulling her knickers down and all too thankful that face down as she was she could not see my face suffused with lust as I took in that gorgeous little bare bottom of hers.

With an enormous effort I managed to get myself under some sort of control and take stock. None of this was of my choosing, and if fate meant that I had to spank the sexiest girl I’d ever met  then spank her I would, and like everything else I did in life I would do it to the best of my ability. Taking a deep breath I landed an exploratory spank in the very middle of her gorgeous bottom, relished the sharp sound of flesh on flesh and her little squeal of shock, gave her another two to get the feel of it, and then set in to spank her with a steady rhythm.

As she squealed and wriggled and threshed in her efforts to accommodate the realisation of what a sound bare bottomed spanking felt like, I did my duty by her and spanked her till she howled, finally bringing things to a close when I guessed that she could not be able to take any more. Getting back on her feet she whimpered and gasped, rubbing her sore bottom to take away some of the sting.

“God, John!" She said after a second. “You’re good at spanking aren't you! That must have done my bottom a lot of good though.” She bent round to look at her exposed derriere in the mirror to see what it looked like. “That hurt like hell, but if we do this on a regular basis I’m sure it will sort things out. You don’t mind do you?” And she gave me a little kiss of appreciation making it impossible for me to refuse. But then, why would I have possibly tried to?

For the next few weeks I was hornier than I have ever been my life. Married sex had declined a lot before the break up, but before I met my wife I’d enjoyed a full and vibrant sex life. Currently I was not in any sort of relationship with anybody and was totally celibate. For complicated personal reasons I had been trying to avoid the trap of regular masturbation, but when I got home that evening all that was forgotten and within minutes I was hungrily pleasuring myself, the feel of her lithe young body over my knee still burning in my brain.

Determined as I was to take a professional view of my relationship with her and simply consider her as a just another artist on my books, I was still only flesh and blood, and the fact that for the next few weeks it seemed that I would be regularly putting her across myknee for a good spanking was almost too much to cope with . If the only way I could accommodate this was to self abuse, then so be it. Despite the relief I had given myself when I first got home I wanked myself to sleep that night and was at it again as soon as I awoke the next morning with my cock straining with need.

But what took place at her flat each day proved to be even more of a test than my fantasies about it. One time she was  waiting for me in long socks, "To keep my legs warm." as she told me,

and somehow spanking her in these added a new and perverse edge to the proceedings and made me hornier than ever.

Sometimes she would show me on arrival that she had already taken her knickers off to save me the bother of pulling them down when I took he across my knee, apparently oblivious to what effect seeing her like this might be having on me.

Arguably even worse was when out of nowhere during the day she would remove all her lower clothing and bend over for me to have good look at her naked bottom “How’s it coming on?" She would ask as casually as if showing me a shoulder or an elbow. “Are we getting there?"

I was bordering on becoming some sort of nervous wreck with this endless arousal, so when one day she announced that I probably wouldn’t have to go on doing this any longer as she thought that her bottom was back to its previous form I was almost relieved. Being in a state of erotic arousal more or less twenty four hours a day was taking its toll, and no matter how much I masturbated it was not taking away an almost primal need to ravish her insensible. When she told me this I wondered if things might just calm down a little and I could get back to something like normality.

For two days things were OK, but on day three I let myself into her flat as usual to find her totally naked, and clearly not by accident. She was positively posing, flaunting her body to show it off at its erotic best.

“What do you think?" She asked, looking at me from under hooded eyes. ”Do you think I look sexy?

“What ……?” Even after what I had been getting used to over the last few weeks this blatant display was beyond anything I could have expected.

“I've had a phone call from X Girls magazine. They want me to do a photo shoot for them, you know, a proper full frontal spread. Apparently I've been voted the girl their readers most want to…..Well, you know.”

Of course I knew, knew all too well. They all wanted to fuck her. No question that she was the girl I most wanted to fuck too but it was out of the question. But the issue here was whether she was a promising singer or a porn star, and in fact the two of us had been having arguments  for ages over her photo shoots which over a period had been getting more and more explicit. There was no doubt that discreetly sexy pictures in glossy magazines helped album sales, but there was a fine line between that and full on porno stuff. X Girls magazine was little more than a wank magazine aimed at the lowest end of the market and there was no way I wanted her going in that direction.

“No way!” Edgy from weeks of frustration and  wound up by having her naked body flaunted in front of me like this made me unusually firm. ”You're a singer not a porn star and you're not doing things like that!”

“But it could be fun,  and anyway, I want to do it.” Her voice was petulant. “I've got a great body so why shouldn't I show it of?”

“Because no one will ever take you seriously as a singer any more, that’s why. You seem to be completely neglecting the work needed on that side of your career.”

“Doing this won’t mean I’m going to stop singing, so what’s wrong with it?” She glared at me defiantly

“You’re not doing it and that’s final!” Anger and frustration were taking me over and now the two of us were staring at each other like two snarling animals.

“Oh, aren’t I?” Her face was now a mask of hostility. “And how are you going to stop me?”

“You want to know do you?” Suddenly I was looking forward to this. “I’ll show you then!”

Weeks before this would never  have happened, but these days I was like a coiled spring, and anyway, spanking her had become a habit.  Lunging forward I grabbed at her and as she shrieked in protest I threw her over my knee

“No!” She screamed “Not when I’m naked!”

“Oh yes!” I said already relishing what I was about to do. “That’s how you seem to want to be these days.” I had one arm tightly round her waste pinning her in place and her frenzied struggles to escape were a waste of time. “And forget the last few weeks. Now it’s time for you find out what a proper spanking feels like!”

And I gave it to her, spanking out all my pent up frustration on her naked bottom till it glowed crimson and she was begging me to stop.

“Are you going to start behaving? I yelled to her, high on the pleasure of teaching her a long overdue lesson.

“Yes! Yes!” She called out. “Anything you say!”

“You’d better mean it!”

After one last  and particularly punitive spank I brought it to a close, then gave her a few moments to just lie there, limp and compliant and very naked. Moments later she crawled into an upright position so she was sitting on my lap and clinging to me and I could tell that somehow there was a fundamental change in her.

“I deserved that.” She said. “I’ve been taking you far too much for granted. “She put her arms round my neck and kissed me.”You’ve done so much for me and I’ve never properly thanked you.” Standing up in front of me she started to unbutton my shirt. “I think it’s time I gave something back.” In a moment I was as naked as she was and she had my exploding cock between her lips as her eyes, cloudy with erotic promise burned into mine. "I'll make it as good as I can John." She purred. "Maybe it's about time you knew that some girls get really turned on .by being spanked and it seems that I’m one of them. I wanted you to fuck  me after every one of those spanking you gave me but I managed to hide it. Now it’s pay back time for both of us! "

The rest as they say is history. She’s still on my books and her singing career is blossoming. Our relationship has changed as she insist on calling me ‘Sir’ a lot of the time, but I don’t mind that. I’ve also accepted that her scrumptious body is far too good not to be appreciated so I let her do porno shoots from time to time, though it’s me who takes the pictures and they are purely for our personal enjoyment!

And nice bloke that I am, I give her a thorough spanking whenever I think it's needed, just to help her keep her bottom tight and rosy the way it needs to be. And judging from the interesting ways she shows her appreciation afterwards she clearly accepts that it's for her own good!

(Disclaimer. The above is a work of fiction and neither character is based on or intended to resemble any artist or manager, alive or dead.)