Comments on: Oh Please…. http://pattysgallery.com/wordpress/2007/03/01/oh-please/ Creative writing, original art and musing, spanking, erotica Thu, 17 May 2012 21:14:49 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.0.4 by: pattydraws http://pattysgallery.com/wordpress/2007/03/01/oh-please/#comment-1217 Mon, 05 Mar 2007 03:23:43 +0000 http://pattysgallery.com/wordpress/2007/03/01/oh-please/#comment-1217 Oh <b>Becca!</b> Thank you! That was amazing..... you really captured that in the middle mind muddle and inability to think past the pain... that frantic sensual place where you can't help yourself and then realize the outcome... where you realize it's your choice and you must honor it, and you know it's riding your physical limts, yet deep down you know it's meeting every need.... TY... The invitation remains open please share.... if not here, on your own blog... Please? Oh Becca! Thank you! That was amazing….. you really captured that in the middle mind muddle and inability to think past the pain… that frantic sensual place where you can’t help yourself and then realize the outcome… where you realize it’s your choice and you must honor it, and you know it’s riding your physical limts, yet deep down you know it’s meeting every need….

TY…

The invitation remains open please share…. if not here, on your own blog…

Please?

]]> by: Rebecca Marie http://pattysgallery.com/wordpress/2007/03/01/oh-please/#comment-1199 Sun, 04 Mar 2007 04:39:53 +0000 http://pattysgallery.com/wordpress/2007/03/01/oh-please/#comment-1199 If she'd only known how close he was to ending the spanking, she would have really fought hard to keep her hands under the pillows. Unfortunately though, when he was this angry and disappointed in her she could take a lot, but not as much as if were play or even when it started out being for a real infraction but she begged for harder as it went on. When he was so angry and she knew he had a right to be, instead of it making her cum, it made her fight harder as the physical and emotional pain mixed to bring her to that point where she just couldn't take anymore. When she got to that point, her hands had a mind of their own as they flew back to cover her burning bottom. It was either that or she managed to roll off of his lap onto the floor. She didn't know why it always worked that way. She knew that she deserved this and probably much more. You'd think that when she was feeling so sorry and guilty she'd be able to submit to whatever he felt was enough with no problem. Instead, she went from being as submissive as she could be through most of the awful spanking until she got to the point that she couldn't take anymore. As she felt the fight in her building up fast, she also found herself getting more and more angry at him. A little backward you might say? She knew that this was what happened during spankings like this, and she honestly tried to keep it from happening. She got mad at herself every time it happened. She'd lose herself and begin to feel like a bad little girl all over again and it took her a while to feel worthy again. The reason she got so mad at him as the spanking built up was because he knew how she reacted during these kinds of spanking too, and he didn't seem to care. It was like he'd purposely keep going until he'd pushed her over the edge and into fighting mode. The worst part was that she let it happen even though she knew what would happen next. I't used to be that when a spanking was really hard like this one, he'd help her handle it by taking her hand and holding it between her hip and him. It make her feel that he really wanted to help her and comfort her so she could make it to the end, but he didn't do that very often anymore. The consequence was written in stone now. If her Hands got in the way, the whole spanking was started over from the beginning with no break first. If she was very lucky, her hands stayed where they were supposed to though that next spanking. There had been times when it had happened two or three times during one spanking. This time she managed to make it through without it happening again. Her bottom was blistered and scarlet but it could be much much worse. She lay there and sobbed and sobbed when he was done. "Shhh, it's all done. You've paid the price and all is forgiven. He laid beside her on the bed for a long time, rubbing her back and cuddling her close. He hated it when things got this bad, but he couldn't let her get away with it and he couldn't change the rules halfway through. He loved to spank her, he thought to himself, but not like this. As she wept quietly, she was doing some thinking of her own. "Did he actually like to push her over that edge and spank her so hard when she wasn't asking him to"? She didn't know if she could do that to someone she loved. She turned to tell him how sorry she was and give him a kiss and was startled to see a tear running down his cheek. She thought, "no, he doesn't like a spanking like this anymore than I do I think." She would ask him and talk to him about this later but right now she needed the quiet cuddles and the strength and love she felt from his heart. If she’d only known how close he was to ending the spanking, she would have really fought hard to keep her hands under the pillows. Unfortunately though, when he was this angry and disappointed in her she could take a lot, but not as much as if were play or even when it started out being for a real infraction but she begged for harder as it went on. When he was so angry and she knew he had a right to be, instead of it making her cum, it made her fight harder as the physical and emotional pain mixed to bring her to that point where she just couldn’t take anymore.

When she got to that point, her hands had a mind of their own as they flew back to cover her burning bottom. It was either that or she managed to roll off of his lap onto the floor. She didn’t know why it always worked that way. She knew that she deserved this and probably much more. You’d think that when she was feeling so sorry and guilty she’d be able to submit to whatever he felt was enough with no problem. Instead, she went from being as submissive as she could be through most of the awful spanking until she got to the point that she couldn’t take anymore. As she felt the fight in her building up fast, she also found herself getting more and more angry at him.

A little backward you might say? She knew that this was what happened during spankings like this, and she honestly tried to keep it from happening. She got mad at herself every time it happened. She’d lose herself and begin to feel like a bad little girl all over again and it took her a while to feel worthy again. The reason she got so mad at him as the spanking built up was because he knew how she reacted during these kinds of spanking too, and he didn’t seem to care. It was like he’d purposely keep going until he’d pushed her over the edge and into fighting mode.

The worst part was that she let it happen even though she knew what would happen next. I’t used to be that when a spanking was really hard like this one, he’d help her handle it by taking her hand and holding it between her hip and him. It make her feel that he really wanted to help her and comfort her so she could make it to the end, but he didn’t do that very often anymore. The consequence was written in stone now. If her Hands got in the way, the whole spanking was started over from the beginning with no break first. If she was very lucky, her hands stayed where they were supposed to though that next spanking. There had been times when it had happened two or three times during one spanking. This time she managed to make it through without it happening again. Her bottom was blistered and scarlet but it could be much much worse.

She lay there and sobbed and sobbed when he was done.
“Shhh, it’s all done. You’ve paid the price and all is forgiven. He laid beside her on the bed for a long time, rubbing her back and cuddling her close. He hated it when things got this bad, but he couldn’t let her get away with it and he couldn’t change the rules halfway through. He loved to spank her, he thought to himself, but not like this. As she wept quietly, she was doing some thinking of her own. “Did he actually like to push her over that edge and spank her so hard when she wasn’t asking him to”? She didn’t know if she could do that to someone she loved. She turned to tell him how sorry she was and give him a kiss and was startled to see a tear running down his cheek. She thought, “no, he doesn’t like a spanking like this anymore than I do I think.” She would ask him and talk to him about this later but right now she needed the quiet cuddles and the strength and love she felt from his heart.

]]> by: pattydraws http://pattysgallery.com/wordpress/2007/03/01/oh-please/#comment-1183 Sat, 03 Mar 2007 03:19:18 +0000 http://pattysgallery.com/wordpress/2007/03/01/oh-please/#comment-1183 Thank you <b>mitch</b> <bb>John and <b>jeff</b> I'm always fascinated by the guy's point of view. I revel in the insights each of you share, and specially appreciative of the time and interest offered with a well fleshed out scenario. Please do share <b> Paul</b> your take will be as neat and unique as anyones.... TY <b>Jeff</b> you're a hard, tender friend who's just there and demanding, uncompromising and always appreciative when I try. Hey ladies? Are you telling me you get no tickles or ideas from this drawing? awwwwwwww???? really?????</bb> Thank you mitch John and jeff I’m always fascinated by the guy’s point of view. I revel in the insights each of you share, and specially appreciative of the time and interest offered with a well fleshed out scenario.

Please do share Paul your take will be as neat and unique as anyones….

TY Jeff you’re a hard, tender friend who’s just there and demanding, uncompromising and always appreciative when I try.

Hey ladies? Are you telling me you get no tickles or ideas from this drawing? awwwwwwww???? really?????

]]> by: Paul http://pattysgallery.com/wordpress/2007/03/01/oh-please/#comment-1181 Fri, 02 Mar 2007 22:24:44 +0000 http://pattysgallery.com/wordpress/2007/03/01/oh-please/#comment-1181 Patty great picture, given time I'll try a story. But Jeff's "tour de force", well I'm speechless. Love and warm hugs, Paul. Patty great picture, given time I’ll try a story.
But Jeff’s “tour de force”, well I’m speechless.
Love and warm hugs,
Paul.

]]> by: jeff http://pattysgallery.com/wordpress/2007/03/01/oh-please/#comment-1179 Fri, 02 Mar 2007 20:39:03 +0000 http://pattysgallery.com/wordpress/2007/03/01/oh-please/#comment-1179 Number 12 It was hard for him to believe that she had just stuck her waving hand back in an attempt to block his own.He blinked twice,making sure his eyes weren't decieving him.Although he would never go so far as to pluck them out should they decieve him and all that stuff,he wanted to make sure he was seeing things correctly. "What in the world......do you think you're doing.."he said quietly in his deep baritone.His calm was unnerving to her .If he had yelled at her she wouldnt be nearly as concerned as she had just become. She looked back and up at him wondering what he meant,at first.Then she followed his eyes and found her offending hand,right there in the way.Now,how in the world did that get there? "Please Sir....",as she shook her head sincerely,"I didnt mean to do that,Sir...I didnt even realize..."She searched desperately for the right words to douse the fire she saw building in his dark green eyes. In the next instant,she felt herself lifted from his lap,but still horizontal as he carried her over to the couch.She saw the entire scene in the mirror over the fireplace.Naked from the waist down,she was slung under his arm with his hand wrapped around her stomach as if she were seven years old again,and her father was carrying her and her reluctant sister inside from the back yard. He had laid her over the back of the couch and pushed her head firmly down to the seat cushions,when she heard the jingle that his belt made when he was taking it off.Her groin clenched so hard that her knees would have given way,had her torso not been supported by the back of the couch. With a fistfull of her long hair,he pulled her head up with a force that was almost painful,but not quite.She was again confronted with the naughty wench who she had just seen,naked from the waist down.He seemed to be satisfied that he now had her full attention. "It isnt enough that you mouthed off and went way too far.You know that word absolutely will guarantee you an ass beating,but you also attempt to interrupt your correction by blocking with your hand.I dont even need to go into what the cost is for that." She watched as he raised the belt doubled up in his hand and snapped it down and forward with a motion rivaling that of a tennis pro.The sound in their small living room was as loud as a pistol shot.She stifled her scream and immediately attempted to straighten to move away from the sting,but his hand in her hair kept her in place.Instead,her back arched and she moaned at the helplessness of her position.Closing her eyes tightly to wait for the next,she let the sofa support her wobbly legs. "WATCH!"he thundered as her eyes quickly opened wide."I want you to see what it looks like when a little bitch gets a desperately needed attitude adjustment." She watched and counted,hoping he would stop at five,then desperate for him to stop at eight. "Im sorry!Im sorry!I wont do it again!,"she bawled after the ninth kiss of his leather belt. "Damn right you wont!",he replied calmly."Im gonna make sure you dont!" After the tenth,her feet drummed the floor but she was determined to show him that she accepted his authority over her,and would take what he gave.She could no longer make out the images in the mirror through the tears but still kept her head up and eyes open as he had directed. He paused and she said a silent prayer that he had noticed her efforts.She heard his voice,now more gentle with reassurance. "Two more baby.Gonna make sure you remember this time that"Whatever"is not a word I want to hear out of your mouth." She hiccupped her reply through hitching breaths and a nod of her head. Yes,S-S-S-Sir." The first one was the throwaway.She knew he actually intended to give her one to think about,but wisely said nothing.Still her butt was so sore that if a chiffon pillow had been the instrument,instead of his belt,she would have wailed the stricken cry of the broken will. Even during her cry from number 11,her fingers were already digging into the cushions of the sofa and she immediatly began panting to get extra air for the scream to follow number 12. Her senses had become so acute,so sharp that through her bare feet on the floor,she felt him rise on his own toes to initiate the motion of number 12.Gritting her teeth,as the belt crashed home with a pop unrivaled in the moments before,she shrieked and cried with her feet running in place trying to put out the fire,but she never pnce moved out of position. "Okay,,Ooooookay,"he whispered as he gathered his blubbering wife in his arms."Okay baby,,,all paid for.No more,okay?No more words that are out of bounds,okay?"He attempted to look into her eyes for certainty of her understanding but saw that this was pointless.He nodded his head and gathered her into his arms as he sat down on the couch. The breathing rhythym that arrive with tears makes communication almost impossible and her attempts to apologize at this point melted his heart. "I-I-Hi-Hi d-didn m-m-mean...." "I know,,I know,,shhhhh" he replied as he rocked her and let his wife cry it out. It was almost ten minutes before she withdrew her forehead from under his chin and moved back to look in his eyes.The sparkle he fell in love with had returned to those eyes as she rubbed his hardened member with a practiced touch. "This slave's mouth always seems to get her into trouble...This slave is hoping you would show her a way that it could get her out of trouble,"she said with a saucy smile and a set of raised and wiggling eyebrows. Playing along,he took her firmly,but gently by her hair,down to her knees at his feet.'Once again,a fistfull of hair guided her where he wanted her. Number 12
It was hard for him to believe that she had just stuck her waving hand back in an attempt to block his own.He blinked twice,making sure his eyes weren’t decieving him.Although he would never go so far as to pluck them out should they decieve him and all that stuff,he wanted to make sure he was seeing things correctly.
“What in the world……do you think you’re doing..”he said quietly in his deep baritone.His calm was unnerving to her .If he had yelled at her she wouldnt be nearly as concerned as she had just become.
She looked back and up at him wondering what he meant,at first.Then she followed his eyes and found her offending hand,right there in the way.Now,how in the world did that get there?
“Please Sir….”,as she shook her head sincerely,”I didnt mean to do that,Sir…I didnt even realize…”She searched desperately for the right words to douse the fire she saw building in his dark green eyes.
In the next instant,she felt herself lifted from his lap,but still horizontal as he carried her over to the couch.She saw the entire scene in the mirror over the fireplace.Naked from the waist down,she was slung under his arm with his hand wrapped around her stomach as if she were seven years old again,and her father was carrying her and her reluctant sister inside from the back yard.
He had laid her over the back of the couch and pushed her head firmly down to the seat cushions,when she heard the jingle that his belt made when he was taking it off.Her groin clenched so hard that her knees would have given way,had her torso not been supported by the back of the couch.
With a fistfull of her long hair,he pulled her head up with a force that was almost painful,but not quite.She was again confronted with the naughty wench who she had just seen,naked from the waist down.He seemed to be satisfied that he now had her full attention.
“It isnt enough that you mouthed off and went way too far.You know that word absolutely will guarantee you an ass beating,but you also attempt to interrupt your correction by blocking with your hand.I dont even need to go into what the cost is for that.”
She watched as he raised the belt doubled up in his hand and snapped it down and forward with a motion rivaling that of a tennis pro.The sound in their small living room was as loud as a pistol shot.She stifled her scream and immediately attempted to straighten to move away from the sting,but his hand in her hair kept her in place.Instead,her back arched and she moaned at the helplessness of her position.Closing her eyes tightly to wait for the next,she let the sofa support her wobbly legs.
“WATCH!”he thundered as her eyes quickly opened wide.”I want you to see what it looks like when a little bitch gets a desperately needed attitude adjustment.”
She watched and counted,hoping he would stop at five,then desperate for him to stop at eight.
“Im sorry!Im sorry!I wont do it again!,”she bawled after the ninth kiss of his leather belt.
“Damn right you wont!”,he replied calmly.”Im gonna make sure you dont!”
After the tenth,her feet drummed the floor but she was determined to show him that she accepted his authority over her,and would take what he gave.She could no longer make out the images in the mirror through the tears but still kept her head up and eyes open as he had directed.
He paused and she said a silent prayer that he had noticed her efforts.She heard his voice,now more gentle with reassurance.
“Two more baby.Gonna make sure you remember this time that”Whatever”is not a word I want to hear out of your mouth.”
She hiccupped her reply through hitching breaths and a nod of her head.
Yes,S-S-S-Sir.”
The first one was the throwaway.She knew he actually intended to give her one to think about,but wisely said nothing.Still her butt was so sore that if a chiffon pillow had been the instrument,instead of his belt,she would have wailed the stricken cry of the broken will.
Even during her cry from number 11,her fingers were already digging into the cushions of the sofa and she immediatly began panting to get extra air for the scream to follow number 12.
Her senses had become so acute,so sharp that through her bare feet on the floor,she felt him rise on his own toes to initiate the motion of number 12.Gritting her teeth,as the belt crashed home with a pop unrivaled in the moments before,she shrieked and cried with her feet running in place trying to put out the fire,but she never pnce moved out of position.
“Okay,,Ooooookay,”he whispered as he gathered his blubbering wife in his arms.”Okay baby,,,all paid for.No more,okay?No more words that are out of bounds,okay?”He attempted to look into her eyes for certainty of her understanding but saw that this was pointless.He nodded his head and gathered her into his arms as he sat down on the couch.
The breathing rhythym that arrive with tears makes communication almost impossible and her attempts to apologize at this point melted his heart.
“I-I-Hi-Hi d-didn m-m-mean….”
“I know,,I know,,shhhhh” he replied as he rocked her and let his wife cry it out.
It was almost ten minutes before she withdrew her forehead from under his chin and moved back to look in his eyes.The sparkle he fell in love with had returned to those eyes as she rubbed his hardened member with a practiced touch.
“This slave’s mouth always seems to get her into trouble…This slave is hoping you would show her a way that it could get her out of trouble,”she said with a saucy smile and a set of raised and wiggling eyebrows.
Playing along,he took her firmly,but gently by her hair,down to her knees at his feet.’Once again,a fistfull of hair guided her where he wanted her.

]]> by: John P. Havelin http://pattysgallery.com/wordpress/2007/03/01/oh-please/#comment-1173 Fri, 02 Mar 2007 06:40:38 +0000 http://pattysgallery.com/wordpress/2007/03/01/oh-please/#comment-1173 He was amused by her attempts to impede his blows. Amused, and ever so slightly annoyed... which, when he secured her left hand with his own--he conveyed to her with an even more emphatic series of smacks upon her already red fanny. She could feel the hopelessness of having tried to block the spanking from contiuning... and was now convinced that her impetuous reaching behind had in fact only made things (deliciously) worse for her! OWWWW could she feel it. Equally futile were her pleas for him to stop... she knew he would finish only when HE was thouroughly convinced that she had learned her lesson, and not before. Her bottom burned with the stinging blows that came with precision on the one hand and random targetting on the other... Oh, he certainly knew just what he was doing... Lord knows she had provided him with enough opportunity to have practiced! Somehow, though, even though it hurt like the Dickens while he was letting her have it... she loved being in his control, and she loved being made love to afterwards. He loved it, too. It was truly a mutually symbiotic relationship of striking proportions. He was amused by her attempts to impede his blows. Amused, and ever so slightly annoyed… which, when he secured her left hand with his own–he conveyed to her with an even more emphatic series of smacks upon her already red fanny.

She could feel the hopelessness of having tried to block the spanking from contiuning… and was now convinced that her impetuous reaching behind had in fact only made things (deliciously) worse for her! OWWWW could she feel it. Equally futile were her pleas for him to stop… she knew he would finish only when HE was thouroughly convinced that she had learned her lesson, and not before.

Her bottom burned with the stinging blows that came with precision on the one hand and random targetting on the other… Oh, he certainly knew just what he was doing… Lord knows she had provided him with enough opportunity to have practiced! Somehow, though, even though it hurt like the Dickens while he was letting her have it… she loved being in his control, and she loved being made love to afterwards.

He loved it, too. It was truly a mutually symbiotic relationship of striking proportions.

]]> by: mitch http://pattysgallery.com/wordpress/2007/03/01/oh-please/#comment-1172 Fri, 02 Mar 2007 00:30:43 +0000 http://pattysgallery.com/wordpress/2007/03/01/oh-please/#comment-1172 ... he firmly secured her arm behind her back, reached for the hairbrush, and convincingly showed her the error of her ways. … he firmly secured her arm behind her back, reached for the hairbrush, and convincingly showed her the error of her ways.

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