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To Tiggr.  I have absolute faith that it’s going to be a good week, if scary and hard for both Tig & Dante.   The cuddly kittens coming as Tig gets home will be her anchor.  Nothing like a cuddle to bring us all back.

Love you kiddo….. honestly.    p

I’m going to take a few more days away from the internet.  Last Thursday was a really exhausting day at work, and I lived it on no sleep.  The coming week has three huge projects I have tackle.   I’ve picked up a nasty summer cold.  I can’t seem to get enough sleep these last few days to even half way feel human.  I think it’s prudent that I not inflict my wenchitis on anyone until I get through the next week.  I know I always shine under pressure, it’s just another hump of long hours and an uncooperative body affecting my mind….   All I need is a few spankings and some face time with John… a little more than a month to go….  If I can I’ll try and draw just for sanity’s sake, but it’s possible I’ll just come home late, sleep, get up early, work and repeat for a while.  This weekend all I’ve been able to do is sleep, take vitamens and zinc, worry about what I have to get done in a short period of time, and get pissed off with yahoo because it won’t let me log in.

Other than being crabby as heck, I’m just fine.  I’m in the mood to argue and rile, which is not the part of me that I want to own my fingers these days.  Other people have more important stressors going on in their lives. 

I went out just to drop some things in the mail this afternoon.  It’s Sunday.  Where the heck did all the traffic come from?  And I ask you, seriously, why is it that every puttering driver on the road today was a man wearing a hat?  It’s a thing I noticed long ago … men wearing hats while driving are a menace on the road … but what was with today?  Every car in front of and behind me was being driven by a man wearing a hat.  Some were trucks, big honkin trucks, riding my rear within inches …. hey … on the highway if I was already at or creeping over the speed limit and they still had to push me,  I’d pull to the shoulder and let them have the road, but in town where it’s stop and go, what’s with the tail riding & why is it that the sun baked wrinkly twerps in stetsons are most likely the ones doing it.  “Hey you compensating macho farts!  I don’t care that yer little hombre ain’t up to the ride no more, but hey, even driving that big effing penis symbol, riding my ass won’t change that.  GET the eff off my back!”  

Yeah well, like I said, I’m cranky.

Y’all be well see you in a few days…. ok…

love

Wired for spanking
© June 2007, by patty

“Go to the bedroom!” he spoke as soon as her expression told him she knew he was there.

“Why!?” her heart lurched and panic tumbled deep in her belly when her eyes locked with his and everything melded – his expression the tone of his voice, the set of his  jaw, and much more meaningful his stern aura -  she knew that he knew.

“Don’t,” he warned. 

“What did I do?” she couldn’t help the ego protective reflex plea.

“If you make me tell you, so help me honey, you will not sit for a week!”

She stood still her mind racing over excuses, her heart pounding, her psyche fighting for rescue all the while, her being was already letting the fact of discovery and the established dance of consequences seep into her reality.

“Please?” her body bowed – knees weak, arms stretched forward, hands open reaching for his. “I was going to tell you.”

“You’ve had three weeks to do that.  Go to the bedroom!”

“I’m sorry!” she whispered turning to obey.  She felt the desperate, cloying insincerity of her own words, and couldn’t look back.  If she’d seen that in his eyes the way she felt it in her heart, she would crush her own will and that was not the goal, nor was it allowed with what was to come.

“Put the strap and lathe paddle on the bed and you think about what you have to tell me.  I still have to cool off before I deal with this.” 

She both heard and felt his conflicted mixture of firm resolve, disappointed anger and worry that balance might fail him.  Her heart wanted to reach out to reassure him, but she was muzzled by her ego.  It was one of the most unfair and difficult realities about the DD lifestyle and it associated vows/promises/commitments they’d made.  When the reality of accountability loomed, the churning quagmire of emotion afflicted both. 

She left him alone in the kitchen and went into the bedroom, closing the door behind her, she leaned on it and let silent tears stream down her cheeks.  “Why do I do this crap?” she sobbed.

She knew she should have called and told him she was going to spend 1277 dollars before she spent it.  He might have argued initially, but she knew he would have agreed with her given the pragmatism of her reasons for the expense.  If she’d just done that, THIS would not be happening. The fact was, she’d made a unilateral decision to make a large dollar expenditure during a period when they were working on an accelerated pay off plan and every spare dollar was allocated.  She’d forgotten to amend the pre-authorized payments to two credit cards, and because of it, both payments bounced, accrued late and NSF fees.  She’d also kept all of it to herself, hoping she could clean it up before he noticed.

The money issue, while stressful wasn’t what she knew she had to answer for.  It was trust first and foremost – trust that he would have heard her out about the ultimate practically of her choice, and even failing that  – trust that he’d be fair if she’d told him about the credit cards and fees instead of waiting for him to find out on his own.   All hopes of evasion not withstanding, the truths of her deceit cut her to the bone, she both feared and grieved what he must feel.

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It was almost a hour before he opened the door to find his beloved curled up in the rocking chair, her tear stained face looking at the paddle and strap dutifully placed out on the bed as directed.  He both saw and felt her startle when he pushed the door open.  He’d put away his anger, though none of his firm resolve was yet lost.  Still, the spontaneously endearingly accepting posture and expression that he saw, almost melted that resolve.

She unwittingly restored it.

“I’m sorry!” her whisper choked with everything they both felt.

“Pant’s down,” he picked up the paddle and sat on the side of the bed.

“Honey please, hear me out?” she made a plea for discussion. 

“We’re going to hear each other out right now.  Bare your bottom and bend yourself over my lap now!”

“I wanted to tell you, I promise” she resisted and backed away, leaning against the again closed bedroom door, hoping against hope for rescue or reprieve.

“You didn’t though did you!  That’s what we’re dealing with now.  If we need to put the money on the table and deal with that, we’ll do it later.  Right now we’ve got more important issues to deal with.  Agreed?” his expression was soft, welcoming yet firm.   He sat there on the side of their bed with the long cruel lathe paddle in hand.  Worse, he sat on her side of the bed, meaning her legs would be trapped by furniture.  Even worse he’d spread his thighs expecting her to lean over only his left thigh – leaving his right leg to trap her legs more than furniture could. 

“Please!” she shook her head in a helpless no that begged for reprieve, yet she took the requisite steps to him, and after locking eyes with him looking for his love and finding it, she pulled down her sweatpants and panties.  Baring her bottom, she bent over across his thigh, her hands immediately gripping his ankle and the linens on the side of the bed.

He spanked her hard and fast, eliciting begging, pleas and promises within barely minutes.  He didn’t acknowledge a one, easing up and giving her a break well after her cries, promises and body language told him she needed one. 

He let her sob out pleas and promises with only one response … “Why didn’t you trust me?”

“I do!” she cried with only the desperate ego protective obstinate denial that was immediately possible.  Her resistance then briefly ignited a transient self loathing which was quickly followed by relief and acceptance.

“I’m sorry!  I should have told you I was going to spend the money.  It was an impulse.  When I realized I forgot about the prearranged stuff going NSF I should have told you then” she sobbed, her bottom throbbed, the fire close to beyond her tolerance.

“That’s better,” he acknowledged, delivering a good ten more solid whaps.  “Are we finished here?”

She struggled with her answer she knew if she said yes it would be over.  Physically she wanted it to be over.  Emotionally, though, she sensed that neither of them had achieved closure, and while that was not always required between them when spanking was invoked as a consequence, in this case, the degree of betrayal of trust called for it.

He patiently waited out her indecision, letting her sob through resolution.

“No,” she finally whispered.

“Tell me honey,” he stroked her back up between her shoulders, his tone filled with reassurance.

“Please use the strap until you decide it’s enough.”

“Up you get over the bed then,” he set the paddle aside and retrieved the strap from the mattress beside them and helped her stand in front of him.  When she was fully upright their eyes locked again. His smile further assured her that what would follow, while difficult, was going to be exactly what they both needed to put away all residue of the interpersonal injury caused by her deceit.  He stood with her pulling her to him in a gentle embrace.  They lingered with a kiss for a moment before returning to what remained to be done. 

“Put the pillows here and get over,” he patted the bed where he wanted her bottom placed.

She trembled, and did as she was told, gathering both of their pillows to the mid point of her side of the bed and climbing up over them so that her already crimson bare bottom was perched high and ready for the full swing of the strap.  Clutching the comforter, she braced herself for what she knew was going to challenge her endurance and take her to the edge of her commitment to this brand of discipline.

“Why are you here?” he asked the mandated question.

“Because I threatened the trust between us,” her voice was strong with this answer.  “By trusting you to finish this I’m showing you I can be trusted again too.”

“Good girl” his voice was gentle, a fact that was instantly contradicted by the searing first impact of the leather across her bottom.

She couldn’t help the cry that escaped her or the many that followed in rapid succession as he brought the strap down again and again.  It wasn’t long before first one hand and then the other moved back in futile attempts to protect her scalding bottom.  Each was fleeting as she quickly responded to his firm yet patient pause, “move your hand or I’ll start over.”

Finally after what felt like eternity but was only a matter of minutes, she felt his cadence pick up to the fury that signaled the worst and the end of it.  The intensity caused her to pull the bedding around her face to choke off what might otherwise have been screams.

And then it was over, and her body released all tension as she sobbed into the linen.  In a moment he was reclined next to her rolling her into his embrace, stroking her hair and face with one hand as he pulled her to him with the other.  They remained quietly and lovingly entwined for a good twenty minutes until their urgent need to reconnect with a different intimacy took over. 

Breaking their embrace only long enough to remove clothing, they came together again, warm and needful flesh against flesh.  She gasped with the first thrust of penetration, grateful for the sensation of being filled with him and being back safely in his possession.  Both crested quickly spending every ounce of the lingering energy already almost exhausted by the sound and thoroughly effective spanking; taken together by the bliss of shared climax.

“I love you,” was whispered back and forth before sleep claimed them. 

Several hours later both woke to a renewed urgent need which was answered by a slower gentler more protracted bliss, and then sleep came again holding them until the dawn of another the next day which both entered with a sense of renewal and calm.

Nope no more stories have come in or been posted that I know about.

It was fun though wasn’t it?  My next interactive offering will be an invitation to illustrate a multiple drawing June wedding scenario.  I will post three drawings, you’ll be invited to write your version of how that wedding played out.    I’ll post a poll inviting votes, but as always every entrant will get to chose one of my drawings which I will personalize, sign & number, print on acid free parchment and mail out or e-mail with permission to reprint the personalized copy.

I’ve enjoyed this last week.

Thank ya’ll & much love.

copyright June 1, 2007, By Maggie O Dear 

Lynda gave the set of instructions to the babysitter for the last time as Michael grabbed the picnic basket, backpack / cooler, and blanket as they headed out the door. “You only need to tell her once or twice about bath and bedtimes, Honey, not fifty!” Michael laughed at Lynda’s exasperated glare. The sun was just setting, hovering over the treetops. Lynda loved these weekly date nights at the outdoor movies the local theater district had set up along the greenbelt on the river running through downtown. It was like being in the middle of the country inside the city. Most nights it was a family date, but Lynda opted for a sitter since it was Michael’s birthday and the kids wouldn’t care for Casablanca anyway. She smiled to herself thinking of the surprise that would be waiting for him when they arrived. It had taken awhile to get most of their friends and family together, and a lot of planning for food and drinks. Her brow slightly furrowed as she glanced at Michael. He’s not a fan of surprises, but he’d love this, she thought.They arrived just as the sun was giving its final glow and disappeared behind the skyscrapers. They found a parking space and unloaded the picnic basket, blanket and bottles of wine, making their way toward the theater area. Lynda spotted Jeff and Amy and a few others as they were claiming their space out to the side, but close enough in to see the screen. Michael looked surprised to see Jeff and Amy out. It was very rarely that they ventured outside of their little cul-de -sac. Lynda saw Michael’s look and giggled. The others Lynda had invited began arriving and congregating around their little spot, all carrying munchies and drinks and a few unexplained bags.

Michael noticed there were too many people they knew in the immediate area for it to be a coincidence. He looked over his shoulder at Lynda with his right eyebrow cocked. Oh God how she hated that look. The back of her neck and shoulders stiffened for a brief moment. She busied herself laying out blankets and arranging the drinks and snacks so they’d be at hand. She and Amy made small talk and giggled at how easy it had been to get Michael and Jeff to fall for this little birthday surprise. Inside, they were both thinking that maybe a surprise might not have been the best idea. Their eyes locked and the chitchat halted.

Michael came up behind Lynda and touched her on the shoulder. Touch might not be the right way to describe the noticeable pressure she felt as he pulled her face in close to his mouth. “Come with me. We’ll take a little walk down the river and be back just as the movie starts.”

Amy stepped out of earshot and sighed as she watched Michael and Lynda head off into the dark. Maybe Jeff didn’t notice, she prayed.

Lynda noticed the backpack Michael had slung over his shoulder. He offered her one of the two bottles of ice water he had picked up. His wife popped the cap off the bottle and stopped to take a deep drink of the cold water. He let her take what she wanted before grabbing her hand and leading her on down the river walk.

“We’ve been through this before, Lynda. Why would you think that tonight would be any different just because it’s my birthday?”

She had no answer for a minute. Taking a deep breath she said, “I thought it would be nice for all of our friends and family to celebrate your birthday. It’s not often that we can get everyone together and the more people I talked to the more we all agreed that a surprise party would be nice.”

“Bzzzzzzt, wrong!” Michael said, shaking his head. “I’m pretty sure you and Amy cooked this one up together. You’ve done it before and it has yours and Amy’s names written all over it.”

“But, Michael…”

Michael tightened his grip on her arm and led her off the walkway down behind some trees, that at the moment seemed as if they had been planted there for his specific purpose. They provided the perfect screen from all the movie goers and were far enough away from the seating area but close enough to the interstate running overhead, that imminent noise wouldn’t be a factor. One of the trees was said to be over 150 years old. A stately, mighty oak, perfect for the task at hand. The thick, low hanging branches were the perfect height for his wife to comfortably hold on to during his surprise for her.

the perfect screen from all the movie goers and were far enough away from the seating area but close enough to the interstate running overhead, that imminent noise wouldn’t be a factor. One of the trees was said to be over 150 years old. A stately, mighty oak, perfect for the task at hand. The thick, low hanging branches were the perfect height for his wife to comfortably hold on to during his for her.the perfect screen from all the movie goers and were far enough away from the seating area but close enough to the interstate running overhead, that imminent noise wouldn’t be a factor. One of the trees was said to be over 150 years old. A stately, mighty oak, perfect for the task at hand. The thick, low hanging branches were the perfect height for his wife to comfortably hold on to during his for her.”I really didn’t th…” she was stopped before she could complete the sentence.

“Right, you didn’t think.” He dropped the backpack on the grass at the trunk of the tree. Kneeling down, he unzipped the bag and pulled out his favorite paddle and her least favorite hairbrush, sitting them next to where she was standing. It seemed as if she had automatically stood right where she needed to be. He put his hand up between her should blades and only had to apply a little pressure to get her to lay herself over the hefty branch.

“Michael, please not here.” Lynda whispered, hoping he would be lenient and let it go. “Everyone will see and hear!”

“No, Lynda, we’re far enough away and the traffic will drown out any noises you find it necessary to make. Bend over here and stay.”

Lynda complied with his orders. She smartly deduced that he was not the least bit happy and any more pleading would only make everything worse.

“How old am I today, Lynda?”

“Forty-four.” she faintly answered.

“Okay then, forty-four to start. How many people did you and Amy decide I wanted at my birthday surprise gathering?”

“Michael, that’s not fair!” She started to stand up but the snap of the paddle on his thigh changed her mind. “Fourteen, besides you and me.”

“Pull your panties down to the middle of your thighs and lift your dress up around your waist.”

Lynda did as she was told, but realized the she would have to hold her knees together to keep her panties from falling to the ground, in turn making her bottom that much more of a target. The last thing she would want on her soon to be very sore rear end were ants or spiders or any creepy-crawly things to hitch a ride inside her panties. Having to keep this position, she found her bottom sticking out further which only brought hot tears to her eyes before Michael even got into position.

“You’ll get forty-four with my best paddle and you’ll take the other sixteen, yes I’m including you and myself in this, with your favorite brush!”

Lynda winced at the thought of both the paddle and the hairbrush. It was sudden, the whoosh of the paddle pushing through the air and the sharp, sharp sting as the first strike was landed. She blinked her eyes and focused on a shrub in the near-by darkness. Over and over they landed. The same spot. Different spots. Full across her fiery bottom. Straight across that agonizing area where her bottom creased into her upper thighs. She tried to keep from yelling out, but wasn’t always successful. Michael hadn’t spanked her like this in many months. Lynda’s head was spinning from the fire across her ass and the thoughts reeling in her mind that everyone would know what was happening.

Just as suddenly the stinging blows stopped. Michael ran his hands over and around her deep red bottom. The heat from her seemed to cause a glow in the darkness around them. His warm hands on her bottom pushed the heat down between her thighs. Lynda’s head fought to only think of one feeling. It was almost too much to acknowledge her stinging ass and her quivering pussy at the same time. Each one feeding off the other.

“We’re almost done. We’ll just finish up now and then we can go and enjoy the movie.”

Lynda’s knees nearly buckled. “I’m sorry, Michael. I knew I shouldn’t have planned your birthday like this. It just go…”

“Stop! I don’t want to hear the excuses!” He pressed her torso back over the branch.

“But .. It just got out…” She tried to hurry and finish her thought.

“Hush!” The first slap of the brush landed full on her round bottom.

“Itjustgotoutofhandbeforeweknewit!” She sputtered to finish this time.

“I said I don’t want to hear the excuses, Lynda! You’ll get five more before we’re through here.”

By the time the fourth, fifth, sixth blows landed Lynda was sobbing. The lightning hot strokes just kept coming down. Tears were falling onto her sandled feet. She realized too late that her panties had fallen to the ground. Her thoughts were spinning between the tears on her feet and the panties and ants on the ground and the serious fire scorching her ass.

Michael set the brush next to the paddle and backpack. He stood next to his wife, rubbing his hand across her warm bottom. Squeezing each cheek with loving affection. His fingers wandered between her thighs, her lips swollen and wet. He let his finger slide in and out of her slippery pussy. In. Pressing inside of her. Out. In and press. Her muscles clenching around his finger hoping to hold him inside of her. He withdrew from her and landed one final slap on her bottom and gave both cheeks a firm squeeze filled with his craving for her.

“Come here, baby. Stand up and let’s get you straightened up.”

Lynda brushed her dressed back down around her searing bottom and shivered as she thought about the creepy-crawlies that could be all around her. Michael seemed to have read her mind and picked up the panties, dusted them off and put them in his pocket.

“See, now you won’t have to worry about the ants or your panties touching your bottom.” He smiled at her and put both arms around her. She buried her face into his chest and choked by the sobs, turning into small little hiccups as they finally subsided. “I’m sorry Michael, no more surprises without your permission first.” They giggled at the irony of her statement.

Her tears dried, they gathered everything up and walked back towards the theater area. They noticed two people walking towards them on the path. Oh lord, please don’t let them know what happened, Lynda thought. Ohgod, too late!

Michael and Lynda passed Jeff and Amy on the walkway. Amy and Lynda dropped their eyes to the ground as Michael tossed the backpack in Jeff’s direction. “Here, you might need this! There’s water and other uhhh, other stuff inside.” He landed a couple of playful swats on Lynda’s tender bottom and nodded at Jeff.

“You know baby, next time we’re here that low hanging limb back there would also put you in a good position for a little different type of fun!” Michael said into her neck as he pulled his wife up next to him and laughed.

Jeff smiled. Amy shuddered.

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Such great stories…. Thanks ya’ll for joining in.  I’ve enjoyed it.  Hope you have too.  We’ll see if anything else comes in. 

Stripping the Willow.

An Oriental Fantasy.

© May 31, 2007, by Paul

The Emir reclined in his Chair of State; he was a man of late middle age with wise brown eyes and many laughter lines. His beard was full and streaked with grey; he was sipping a sherbet.

There was a stir and much murmuring at the audience hall door. A plump nay fat chamberlain hurried forward and bowing low, said, “mighty lord your Vizier seeks audience”, the Emir raised his hand and beckoned, the chamberlain still bowing and stepping backwards signed to the door warden to admit the Vizier.

The Vizier, a frail old man of many summers advanced, supporting himself with his staff of office, in a surprisingly strong voice he said, “may I approach o mighty lord”, the Emir who loved this old man said, “come forward o fount of wisdom and support of my throne”. The Vizier approached close to the Emir, because the Vizier was as a second father to the Emir, he was allowed privileges given only to equals.

Speaking in a much softer voice he said, “my prince, knowest thou that thy favourite wife, the Princess Willow hath 25 years this very day”. “Hath she indeed”, said the Emir. “Hmm, what doest thou advise”. “My prince thou knowest that thy Willow loves thee greatly and mourns that affairs of state keeps her from thee. Grant her the privilege of entertaining thee in a manner of her choosing”. The Emir, with a smile, clapped his hands and said, “let this be done”. The Vizier left the audience hall after instructing the chamberlain to clear the hall as the Princess will be unveiled. He walked to the Emirs harem knocked at the entrance; a wicket in the door opened and the Harem mistress looked out, sees the Vizier and instructs the slaves to open the door.
The Vizier enters and says to the Harem mistress, “our high and mighty lord desires the presence of the Princess Willow, lead me to her”. The Harem mistress bows her acquiescence, turns and leads the way to an inner chamber, there she despatches another slave to inform the Princess that her Uncle the Vizier wishes to see her.The Princess hurries out, as she hopes that the Vizier bears a message from the Emir her husband.  “What news hast thou mine Uncle”, she asks looking rather nervous. “The Prince your husband graciously awaits your presence and the diverse entertainments that you offer”.
“Now tell thou to me niece, the nature of the diverse beguilement that you offer your sovereign lord”. “I will enter the audience hall with mine attendants and musicians in the blind gallery, I will dance while mine attendants remove mine garments with their whips, leaving mine skin unblemished”. “Hmm”, quoth the Vizier, “and the next”. “The dance continues the attendants change their whips for Dragons Tail, heavy straps with a six inch slit at one end, (used to punish concubines and bad wives), the straps will be used on my back, buttocks and thighs until I collapse in supplication before my prince”. The Princess, Vizier and attendants arrived at the entrance to the audience hall; an imperious gesture from the Princess, backed by a nod from the Vizier and the door wardens opened the hall doors.As the princess and attendants entered the hall the musicians struck up and the Princess began to undulate to the music. The attendant quickly collected their whips and dragon tails and formed a circle round the Princess, the hall doors are closed.

The Princess is wearing many coloured veils and under them a simple silk shift.

The Princess began to dance in a most provocative manner, as she danced, her attendants brought their whips into play, each strike removing a veil, after ten minutes the only garment left was the shift. The Princess is a beauty after the manner of her time, dark haired, pale complexion, lithe yet nicely plump. Beneath her shift could be seen her luxuriant bush, it was obvious that she was excited. The music rose to a crescendo, the Princess spun faster and faster, as she reached her limit two whip lashes snaked out and ripped off the shift, she slowly spun to a halt, she was only clothed in her hair, the Emir was clearly enchanted.

After a pause to allow the Princess to regain her breath and her attendants to change their whips for dragon tails, the music recommenced, slower and quieter this time.

Princess Willow started to dance round the circle weaving between the attendants, each time that she passed in front of an attendant she received a firm stroke of the dragons tail on her back, buttocks, thighs or belly, each stroke could be clearly heard over the music.  As the dance continues the Princess’s body became redder and redder, she was shaking, panting and perspiring. After the third round as she passed before the Emir he raised his hand and beckoned, the music slowed and the Princess approached her lord and master, casting herself to the floor, she said, “have I pleased you O Sun of my life”, “verily you have, O Moon of my Delight, name your desire”, “only to pleasure you more and Allah willing to give you a son”.

The Emir smiled, turned to his Vizier. “I will do no more business this day, this audience is ended”. The Vizier beckoned and two attendants placed a robe around the Princess, striking a gong with his staff the Vizier had the hall cleared and was the last to leave.

The Emir raised a shaky Willow to her feet and led her to his private divan. Closing the door behind her Willow beheld a chamber of great luxury. Willow was uncertain what to do, the Emir removed the robe and once again Willow was naked before her lord.

The Emir looked at Willow, “verily it hath escaped me, how bounteously Allah hath made thee, thy body and especially thine arse, indeed, are glorious to behold”. “If thou O Emir, second only to the great Salomon in judgement and wisdom, finds that I please thine eye, then whilst thou use thine handmaiden for thy pleasure”. “Indeed that shall be my will, at great length and to thine utter exhaustion”.  

Leading Willow to a cushioned divan the Emir removed his outer clothing leaving only a loincloth, sitting down the Emir placed Willow over his lap with her body and legs resting on the cushions. It was immediately obvious to Willow that the Emir was quite excited, she hoped that he would not spend too much time on her arse. The Emir began to stroke Willows cheeks and slip his hand between them to feel her puckered rose and pussy. Soon his hand began to fall with weight and shortly he was building a fire in Willows arse, Willow was getting more and more excited and her pussy was dripping, this did not escape the Emirs notice, he stopped and placed Willow seated on his lap, “thou hast thy five and twentieth year this day”, “that is verily so O Sun of my Heart”. “As is our custom thou must take a birthday spanking from my hand, fetch thou that dragons tail, kneel thou on my bed, place thy head upon the cover, raise thine arse well up and open thy thighs that all may be revealed”.

“Canst thou count the number of thy years”; “I will endeavour to do so”.  The Emir raised the strap and laid it hard on the crown of Willows arse,

“Ouch, one master, oh, two master, three master, four master”, Willow began to sway her arse as the pain built up, by the twelfths stroke Willow was crying, by the twentieth stroke Willow was screaming, “o Allah help me, twenty master”, by the twenty-fifth stroke her nose was running, tears were pouring out of her eyes and she was panting and she was so hot, “take me master, take me now”!!!!

The Emir loosed his loincloth releasing his rampant prick, placing it at the entrance of Willows so ready pussy, with one hard push he entered Willow fully, within three strokes

 Willow was screaming out her first orgasm, the first of many, the Emir was in no hurry, every so often he reheated Willows arse with his hands, at one point Willow screamed out, “O master thou art built as a veritable stallion”, at this the Emir increased his speed and playing with Willows clit brought Willow to her biggest orgasm and pumped her full.Willow fell flat on her face as the Emir withdrew. Taking a bowl and cloth the Emir cleaned Willows face, as Willow recovered she looked worshipfully at her lord and master. “Thou art wonderful o my wife and my greatest treasure, now clean me up I would have thee again”. The Emir placed his prick in Willows mouth and she eagerly complied, so the night continued, till dawn broke. The end
Paul
 

Image significantly altered though adapted from and inspired by a series posted at Spanking Couple