I'm here in the corner, my bottom's aflame,
Spanked on my heinie, by Daddy's thin cane.
My hands on my head, I sneak a quick rub,
The trouble began,as I laid in the tub .
Straight from the bath, he bent me right over,
I tried not to cry, but I lost my composure.
He paddled me hard, with that long handled brush,
My skin was still hot, he whacked my wet tush.
He spanked up and down, just as hard as he could,
He scolded and warned me, I'd better be good!
I said, I was sorry, I'd follow the rules,
He showed me a note, sent home my school.
I knew I was sunk, I'd blown off my class,
The principal gave me, a taste of his strap.
Daddy's so cross, and my ass is still bare,
Marched to my bedroom, he brought out a chair.
"Your hands on the seat, and jut out your bottom!"
He grabbed for the cane, I got scared, so I fought 'em.
He took me in hand, and he whooped, as I stood,
I couldn't escape, the sharp crack of that wood.
I'm stood in the bare, with a ladder in red,
I'll sleep on my tummy, when I'm sent to bed.
Nearly 3 decades in the spanking scene has taught me a thing or two... though I'm not sure they've taught me three.
Early on, it was much easier to stay in the shadows, just by virtue of the difficulty making connections at all! Pre-internet explosion found me perusing classifieds or walking the adult "bookstore" aisles, looking for those VHS tapes with spanking models in pigtails looking naughty and lustily at the camera... Funny side story? Being 4'10", I have often been mistaken for much younger than I am. Guess how many times I was lectured about being in an adult store? Oh, do I have stories.
(I was once yelled at by a dealer at a fair for picking up an antique sword, thinking of buying it. "Hey, put that down! That is not a toy!!" I was 27 at the time. The man told me afterwards he'd thought I was 12. No, you can't make this stuff up, people.)
Back to business. With the world wide web, sites that carried any mention of adult spanking -- or were actually dedicated to it! -- were few and far between, complicated or borderline deserted. I remember my first board, my first chatroom, my first IRC. Electronic tumbleweeds or social playgrounds for the group within the group within the group... socially similar to today, I suppose. We just have far more options now.
But back during the many years I was most active, before I sank into the shadows of isolation completely, I did my utmost to experience as much as I could 'out there'.
Fast forward to last year. I started getting active again for the first time in *cough, cough*... years. Looking mostly for a Disciplinarian spanker near me. Of all the wonderful spankers I've met with so far, I found only one single true Disciplinarian soul, whom I promptly ran away from.... but that's a different story...
I have found that many, many things are the same in the spanking scene since I was last active. Things in spanking that have stood the test of time.
I've found others that are new'ish to me. And one of these is the now-prominent idea of "aftercare".
It's not that this was never done in decades past, but it really wasn't a... thing. Now, I've been surprised how it can even come up in negotiations! I had one Top ask me last summer, after a handful of sessions, why I never stayed for aftercare. I looked at him in surprise and asked, why would I do that?
Before you look at me horrified and ostracize me for this, please remember, I am an extreme introvert. Let me repeat: extreme. An isolationist. I'm shocked I've even left my building to meet people this past year at all.
"Get to know each other"? Well, feel free to share, I like getting to know other people, sure. But don't try to get to know me, please... Or I'll have to exercise my avoidance techniques on you, whether you realize it or not.
"Connect together"? Shoot me now. In the head. With an AR-17.
And "aftercare"... well. Hunh. Here I am: I just don't know.
The idea of keeping me there, when I am feeling so *gasp* vulnerable and exposed from a good spanking... keeping me there and *GASP* touching my back, hugging me, holding me, massaging my shoulders.... saying nice or determined things and just "being there" with me?
Other than my knee-jerk reaction of horror and shying away from such things, I'm honestly and truly not sure how it would affect or influence me, deeper inside. Perhaps it would be the best thing, regardless how challenging it might be for me. For good or bad.
It's amazing how something that sounds so lovely can sound so terrifying at the same exact time.
But. That's me.
What about you? Tops, bottoms, Doms, Disciplinarians, spankees, mentees, switches, and subs..... what about you? Do you like aftercare? What does it mean to you? How does it affect you?
Teach this old-timer a few new tricks, will you?
I have uploaded two new videos...Times Table and Stealing.
Times Table is a recreation of what happened in school when tested on the Times Tables if response was slow Whack! and If wrong Whack! at the end 6 for not learning your tables!!
Stealing was something that happened why I was at school we came in at lunch time and stole a number of teachers tawses we were seen and reported and were caught with stolen items the rest is the video...
Erin had been brought to the Council Room early, by Mr. Stern. As they were an older match, many of the rituals did not apply... Tests of purity, introductions of parental blessings, etc. we're not in the table. She expected to be done and out of there, fairly quickly. But things hadn't gone that way. They haven't even started with her yet, except to get familiar with her bum, as the council got perused all the young pretty fannies.
She'd heard, but not seen, the fuss with Janie. The poor little lamb, had the tar beat out of her, and those exams! Bloody hell! Little Janie, was not accustomed to the severe treatment, she'd been given there, today.
She was grateful, that Raven had better prepared her. She had learned to find pleasure in the process, and enjoyed a good spanking. But even she had limits. The paddling, Greg had given her the other night was very painful. Her backside still attested to it's brutality. She hoped that was as far, as it would go, but part of her, was a tiny bit afraid of making him angry. She had never done the slightest thing, to displease him. She wondered if she should, try his patience, before they were married. How else could she be sure, of how he might react? She imagined him sitting at the Council table. Was his blood boiling, when the other men had their hands on her? She sensed he was very territorial, when it came to her.
She was growing tired, being across the bench, with her bare bottom raised in the air. The young Miss, next to get was named Lydia. She'd just been through the examinations and was now being whipped by her future, father in law. She was crying, as the flogger snapped at her lilly white loins, fanny and legs. She'd heard the men remark that her bottom was without blemish. She felt like the girl had been ill prepared, for today session. She was in nearly in hysterics. Erin wished she could take the whipping, for her. She had three little sisters, at home. She often took the blame, to spare them, her father's belt, as they were growing up. There was nothing she could do for Lydia, but to whisper, that it would be over soon and reassure her that she'd her match, with handsome Jack Sweeney.
Jack, Senior doubted her readiness, to become a wife. A perfectly white bottom at the bench? Really, her father should have warmed her up! He intended to make up for it! Finally, he was done. Erin tried to soothe her, but there was more ahead, for lovely Lydia.
Jack, Junior, chose a thin crop, as his implement of choice. Erin cringed at the thought. It could really cut into you. It certainly was going to leave her very well marked. Lydia was not calming down, and was, if anything ,becoming more hysterical, knowing that her beloved Jack was going to tear into her behind.
Erin heard the whistle and the sound of it breaking on her flesh. The keening scream, from Lydia, filled the room. Jack never missed a beat. In a flash he'd delivered 20 strokes, as his bride to be screamed.
Greg stopped young Jack.
He was the lead Council man, for this candidate. He came round the table and spoke to the girl. "Lydia, can you continue, or do you wish to withdraw from the match?"
There was some kindness in him! Erin expected her to bow out, immediately, but Lydia took a few deep breaths and said, "I've come too far to stop now. I will not withdraw."
Erin smiled, Lydia was made a stronger stuff, she was just a screamer. She'd be okay. The caning was fierce, but the match was made. Now it was Erin's turn.
Gregory asked to be matched to her. Raven must have come in, because she gave her blessing, to the match. No exams were requested. Raven would act in place of Stern's Father, who was too old a man, to be whipping her bottom. Erin also thought it was easier on Stern, not to have another man touching her.
Raven, seeing the deep bruising on Erin's bottom, and knowing Greg's propensity for severity, had mercy on her little Erin. She chose a bamboo paddle that would sting her like crazy, but would only cause superficial harm. She did, however, have a flair for the dramatic. She exaggerated the intensity of the hits and Erin responded, in kind. It was a frequent technique to use theatrics, as part of the entertainment, at Raven's Etat de douleur (Estate of Pain). Erin's bottom grew very red and it did sting terribly, but the performance, made it seem far worse.
Raven whispered, "Good Luck", and was off.
Stern chose a tawse. It was a two tongued strap, that originated in Scotland. It was a pretty serious implement. Erin braced herself. There would be nothing entertaining, about this strapping. She knew Stern would want to demonstrate to the Council, just how much she could take. That hint of fear came bubbling to the surface, once again.
Stern was very proud of his red haired beauty. She was a strong and well trained woman. He was about to show the men, what they were missing. He wished now, he had waited to try out his paddle, but he had no doubt, that she'd persevere. He really didn't consider, how hard it would be on her. He was more interested in impressing the panel. He could always tend to her needs, later.
He spread his feet out and got the feel of the strap, just touching it to her bottom, to judge the proper distance, for his swing. He found and corrected his position, slightly and drew the strap, all the way back. He swung it fiercely onto her ass cheeks, and it licked them, with a loud whacking sound. It ripped across her backside and rose up, again, for the next swing. She could scarcely get in a breath and the next one struck her legs.
She started to protest, it was much too hard, but the next came quick, and the next, and the next. He swung it so fast, that it was a blur, slowing only slightly, as the two tongued devil bit into her hip, and dragged across her skin, leaving a path of destruction, in it's wake. Twenty, now thirty brutal whacks, and Erin went limp, with the pain.
The lead man of the Council , for her candidacy, said, "That will be enough, Mr. Stern, perhaps you do not know, your own strength!"
Stern was shocked they'd stopped him. He was just getting into his zone. He looked at Erin's fanny, and saw blood. Not a great deal, but he'd torn her skin. He was stunned. He hadn't realized how vicious, he had been. His face reddened and then his heart, hurt for her. He could be cruel, but he did love her.
"Yes, Sir., it appears I did not! Can we ask Dr. Nathan to be ready to attend her, after we finish up?"
"All in favor of the match, say, "Aye".
The match was accepted. Stern motioned to have her bench lowered. He got her down and carried her, crying, to the physician's area.
Dr. Nathan scolded him, "You've drawn blood, Stern! What's the matter with you!?! "
"I didn't realize.", Stern told him, seeming very concerned. Erin hadn't said a word, but her steady stream of tears, spoke volumes.
"Erin, I'm sorry darling. It was too much, I see that now. Can you forgive me ?"
"I don't know.... Greg, sometimes you scare me."
"Scare you?! What can you mean?? I adore you!"
"You can love someone to death, Greg...
Literally. The other night, with that awful paddle and now this. It's too much. You must know that!"
"Well you never said, I thought you enjoyed it. I'm sorry, Baby, I'm very sorry. You don't deserve it. You've been the perfect girl! I promise! I'll be more careful. I can be a hard man, after living alone all this time. You mine as well know it, going in."
"I don't mind that, Greg, but your have to temper your strength. You can do all of it, to me, and I'll love it and you...You just can't put all your strength behind it."
"She's right, Stern. You're going to really hurt her, at the least, scar her, if you're not careful."
"I promise you, Erin, I will be more careful."
"I love you, Greg."
"I love you, Erin, with my whole heart. Please don't ever test me, and you'll never have a moment's worry."
They embraced, awkwardly, as Nathan plastered the wounds. He congratulated the couple on their match. They both looked very happy, but Erin thought, even as she smiled, Stern had given her a clear warning.... "Don't test me."
But that was ridiculous. She loved him. She was going to be married!! She'd do everything she could to make him happy and they'd live happily ever after..... Still, her intuition told her, she'd better not test him, or they both regret it.
Am I the only spanko to walk through a supermarket mentally choosing random items as spanking implements? (And not just wooden spoons or hairbrushes)
Today in Tesco I spent ten minutes in the kitchen utensil aisle mentally making a kinky shopping list...
woke up today ... walked in front of my mirror in my purple lace panties... and think damm my ass looks good .. as i stood there brushing my hair oh wonder how my brush would feel on my asss i begin to lean over and spank my ass with my hair brush a few times.. hmmm wish someone was doing it for me .. it would feel alot different ..... rubs my ass as i look in the mirror ... other heand on the wall ... i havebt been naughty today but maybe i should be .... WHAT YOU THINK??????
For the past 2 to 3 weeks my wife and I have been housesitting and taking care a friends dog. There has in this period of time not been a moment, where my wife felt she could adress and correct my behavior. I was neclecting my share of things to do with the housesitting and I was rude towards my wife a number of times. Not because I want tobe rude towards her, but because I tend to behave like a spoiled little boy from time to time and not pay attention to her and her needs.
On top of that I disobeyed my wife a few times too and even though I know what happens when I do that, I did it anyway. Big mistake...
I knew she was angry with me over this and I knew that she would punish me good and hard, when the right moment showed itself. I kind of dreaded the spanking I knew was comming, but also knew I deserved to be spanked.
Well today my wife decided it was time I went over her knees for some much needed discipline. She called me into the bedroom and sat me down. I could see on her face that she was angry and she gave me a scolding like never before. I was embarrassed and my ears were burning by the time she told me to explaine my behavior the past weeks.
I tried my best to give an explanation, but my reasons were quickly shot down by my strict and angry wife.
No young man you were very rude, disobeying me and behaving like a naughty little boy despite my warnings my wife lectured. That is totally unacceptable and I will not tollerate this anymore my wife scolded.
So I am going to give you a full punishment spanking today to make sure you remember how angry I am with you my wife scolded. Is that understood young man?
Yes Maam I said with my looking down in shame.
I am going to teach you a lesson you will remember for a long long time and I promise you, that you will NOT want to behave like this again young man.
My wife grabbed my earlobe and led me to the corner to reflect on the spanking she was going to give me and gave me a couple of hand spanks as I stood with my nose touching the walls. You should ashamed of yourself young man, having to be spanked over my knees like a naughty little boy at your age my wife scolded.
She then left me standing in the corner and think about the spanking I had comming. I heard my wife collect her spanking implements and move a dining chair into position in the middle of the diningroom. I was getting excited about the spanking I was going to get and had a hard erection when I heard my wife comming up behind me. I felt my wife grabbing my earlobe again, drag me out of the corner and over to the vacant dining chair where she would be sitting, while admistering my punishment spanking.
My wife was wearing her black leather pants and high heeled ankle boots, giving her a dominant and strict look, that got me even more excited about the spanking she was going to give me.
My wife let go of my earlobe and sat down on the dining chair. Now I saw that she had our wooden bathbrush and the long thin cane on the table behind her. I swallowed hard and felt nervous. My wife unbottoned my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles as she normally does and then looked up at me. She then slowly took my underpants out over my throbbing erection and pulled them down to my ankles as well, making me blush deep red with shame.
My wife quickly took my hand restraints and locked them to my wrists and told me to stand on her right side. I obeyed her at once and saw her ajust her position on the chair, making her leather pants squeek. Oh boy I was excited at this point, pre cum dripping on the floor and about to be spanked by my wife.
Over my knees young man my wife said calmly and obediently I placed myself over her leather clad knees. My erection was rubbing against her left thigh and it felt sooooo wonderful against the soft leather. My wife locked my handrestraints to the front leg of the dining chair she was sitting on and reached back to grab the wooden bathbrush.
Let this be a lesson to you young man she said and began spanking me very hard, alterning from my right to my left cheek.
It stung like crazy and I tried to take my well deserved spanking like a man. But the pain and sting of the wooden bathbrush soon had me begging and pleading with my wife. But she was determined to teach me a lesson and kept spanking my bare bottom very hard.
I was getting desperate after a couple of minutes, my erection was long gone and felt tears forming in my eyes. I pleaded franticly and promised my wife to behave if only she would stop spanking me, but she paid no attention to anything I said. She just kept spanking me in a fast pace, making sure I felt every spank she gave me with the bathbrush. In the end I just could not take it anymore and gave up fighting. Tears were streaming down my cheeks and I truely felt like a naughty little boy over my wifes knees.
Laying limb over her leather clad knees I cried hard and by the time my wife stopped spanking me I was sobbing uncontrolably.
My wife unlocked my handrestraints, told me to stand up and when I stood in front of her she rose from the chair and picked up the long thin cane. Bend over and grab the seat of the chair she said. I obeyed my wife and bent over the chair. Now I am going to give you 50 swats with the cane my wife said and I want you to count them all out. If you miss a swat I will repeat it and go on from there. You are to stay in position and every time you stand up I will add one swat with the cane, so it s up to you, when this punishment spanking ends my wife stated calmly.
Is that understood young man she said? Yes Maam I whispered through my sobs.
Good then let me show you what happens when you behave like a naughty little boy and disobeyes me my wife said and started spanking me with the cane.
Swish.... twack was what I heard before the pain came in what felt like an explotion.
I shrieked in pain and said One.
Swish... twack.. Two I whispered crying hard.
So it continued and as my wife gave me the last swat with the cane I was a blubbering mess and could hardly stand on my feet anymore.
I was led to the corner again and my wife told my to stay there and keep my hands on my head. Any moving or disobedience from me and I would get a second spanking with the bathbrush over her knees.
I sobbed and cried hard in the corner and had to stand there for 45 minutes. My bottom burned and stung bad but I got what I deserved.
Now my bottom is crimson red, swollen and stings like crazy. My eyes are red from crying and sobbing and I truely feel like a naughty little boy.
A hand taps a beat, found in mem'ry
A time of great heat, and great love,
Dreams of a lady, enchanting,
Who's gone, on the wings of a dove.
Clear out the dust, on your weapons,
And ready yourself for the game.
Woman of flesh, are there waiting,
And you've got a foot in the grave.
Stop with that lingering sorrow,
It's time your lamenting is done
The pursuit, is as fun as the catching,
The season, I'm told, has begun.
He baits all his traps with some sweeties,
He lures them up close, for the shot,
He bags em and carries them homeward,
And shows them, who's boss, on the spot.
His blood courses, hot, through each vessel,
He feels so alive, once again.
She bends to his will, and her bottom,
Grows redder, for each little sin.
The hunter is fearsome and virile
Those days spent on dreaming, are through,
His whips and his leathers are supple,
His taste for the good life renewed.
His hand beats a rhythm from mem'ry,
On a bottom quite naked, with cause,
His hand makes his mark, most impressive.
The slaps on her ass, his applause.
Yey its my birthday today. Grambles has hit the ripe old age of fifty. My mind still says twenty but my body is going dont be silly. Its great being fifty, i make that "aaargh" noise when i reach for something on the floor, but best of all i get to shout at the telly when the news is on.
Ok I'm here... don't ask me why cause I dunno... ty for all who looked in on me.. that means a lot..wanna send a special shout out to fitsret for reaching out further (yahoo) n just bein there... as for Blackspanko420 I can't recall ever bein mean to u so I'm unsure what ur on about... anyways I'm back
Is there anyone interested in recievig a spanking, no charges or anything. The setting & type of spanking is all yours. Whether it be the first, a maintenance, or a flat out disciplining. Im a 20 y/o and have been on this site since I was 13 lol I've been dying to try it out. inbox for questions or setting up.
woke up in bad mood ... no clue why .. just sick of real life shit ... so much stress and so much bullshit sorry .. in a few day it will be my daughter Nevaehs birthday / day she died , on april1 1 1999 .. one day i will never ever forget . her little heart stopped beating while i was 15 1//2 weeks pregnant . i have so much guilt and anger from that .. its not her fault she died .. she was meant to be a angel in heaven .. she will always be my little girl .. i have always wondered did i di something wrong to have that happen to her .. the guilt is believable she wasn't the first baby i lost all together i have lost 10 baby's . but she was the last one i lost .. so i guess thats why its so hard on me . i dont know .. so waking up today i see what iam dealing with everyday 7 days a week.. same shit different dsy and then i have the first coming up and i just want to hide and not have to deal with it.. but i have to cause its not good to keep shit inside so lets talk to someone about it .. ok WHO ....??? ya ok every adult in my house is self centered and only care about them selfish .. nuff said.. and iam not talking to my 13 year old or 11 year old about it . they dont need that in there hearts .. so i carry this shit alone ... like i have for 18 years everyday .... when u loss a child its with you forever never goes away never subsides.. the pain is quite real ..... there is no grave to go to not nothing. they wouldnt allow me to take her out of hospital due to testing why she died .. so she not only didnt get to feel my love .. i never held her .. crushes my heart to no end.. nothing i can do .. god iam in not good shape today .. and its not even the 1st... DAM going to try to keepo my self busy and not think .. no thinking about it cassy your strong woman... ok ty for allowing me to VENT ........ sorry for the bad words please forgive
I asked Master to come up with a subject for an essay, we all know he enjoys choosing the most ridiculous lines and topics.
I wanted a topic to put in my novel.
Then this morning, I messaged him to say I forgot to do my contemplation time yesterday, as I was busy getting my heavy chores done, so he informed me that it was time I did an essay, as punishment, 2 pages.
"Cheese, where does it come from and why is some better with mold."
What the fuck am I supposed to write ?
And now, me being me, started arguing, and procrastinating, so I've now got 3 pages to write.
On such a stupid subject. I'm so pissed off, sulking, stropping, and mad.
I wanted a nice day, catching up on my games and writing my novel, as it's a Tuesday there are no big chores to do, and I've done my usual every day ones. So I had the day to myself.
I know I've got that look on my face he hates, I know I'm gonna end up stropping and being a brat when he comes home, so get into more trouble, all because of this stupid bloody topic.
Over the course of our marriage I came to realize that a punishment spanking ‘for my own good’ which were more severe in nearly every respect than other spankings were less effective in correcting behavior than one given ‘to teach me a lesson’. I puzzled over this and tried to identify which of the differences between the two that might explain it. Generally the were 3 types: For my own good, because he was angry at (or at least extremely irritated) over something I did or didn’t do, and finally a playful foreplay. The last type usually came about as he tested some new implement or position on a piece of furniture and not tied to any behavior so I just considered the first 2 types. Spanked for my own good always started out with spank and scold; they were harder, had more swats and used implements that stung more. They usually took about 30 minutes to administer I would feel that nervous dread when I knew one was coming. Denny took his responsibility to punish me for my own good quite seriously. On the other hand, when I just pissed him off he didn’t bother with a spank and scold..no need to dig out the details to decide on an appropriate punishment because he already knew exactly what had provoked him! To Den’s mind he spanked me for my own good because I deserved it and he had to. He spanked to teach me a lesson because I deserved it and he wanted to!
While I knew he didn’t actually enjoy inflicting the pain in the first kind I now also realize he really didn’t like it when he had to.
He enjoyed teaching me a lesson! He liked seeing my behind turn red. He liked it when I squirmed and squealed because that meant he was teaching me good! He liked spanking me cuz it helped him scratch his mad spot and get glad again. He felt more responsibility to administer a longer, effective and appropriate punishment when it was for my own good. He could teach me a lesson I wouldn’t forget in less than 15 minutes.
Anyway, it’s not that it matters really I was just thinking about it.
A few Days ago I did cane myself for the first Time in the so called "Diaper Position"!
It was a completely new Experience in my Self Caning History....oh....it was......woohoo...each Stroke was sooooo......painful that I had to stop sometimes for a moment to manage the Pain.
I just think,if I get caned from somebody in that Position...it would be out of my Control.....would I be strong enough to take it?
Well,let's keep this Question open for a while.....
By the Way,I was able to produce a Video&Album about my new Experience.Please feel free to have a look at it!
Order! Order! Please everyone take their seats!"
"Evan, do you wish to resume the paddling"
"I think Miss King has had enough, Sir. She has withstood all of your tests... The prodding and poking... Surely, you can all see, what a lovely girl she is. I love her, deeply, but I think right now, she needs her Daddy."
Oh, yes, thought Janie.... Please, just let me see my Daddy!!
David was flushed with outrage. He hated how they looked at his daughter, like some harlot! How dare they!! The poor little thing didn't even know what had happened!! He had already started to move towards Janie, as Evan spoke.
David, looking very much like his nickname, The Dragon King, got in front of the council. The fury was written all over his face. "I'm taking my daughter to my suite. There is no cause, for anyone, to question this match. I tell you all, right now, I'll reject any other suitor. How dare you question my choice, and think you could suggest your sons, at the eleventh hour! I won't have it, I tell you. If you don't like it, you can all go to the devil!"
David went to his little girl, and pulled up her panties, gently. He straighten her dress, and called to the attendant. "Lower this bench.... NOW!" He could hear Janie crying, as her section of the bench, brought her bottom down and her head up.
"Janie, it's Daddy, honey. Come on. He helped her off the bench. She was shaking.
"Oh, Daddy, I'm sorry, I tried my very best!"
"You were perfect, my Darling. Daddy's so proud of you." David opened his arms, and Janie fell into them. She buried her head in his shoulder. All she wanted to do is go home, but she didn't want to ruin the her chances of having a match, with Evan.
The Lead Council, having never seen David so livid, said, "All in favor of the match, say ,"aye"."
The Council members knew better, than to challenge David, on a matter so close to his heart. He was not a man to be toyed with! The vote was unanimous.
"The match is confirmed... Evan Matthew Sellers to Janie Elizabeth King."
The elders offered their congratulations, but David, was busy trying to calm Janie.
"Sweetheart, it's all over. Evan and you are going to be very happy together. Come on with Daddy. You're going to have a little rest."
Janie, didn't feel very well. Her face was very pale, and she seemed to stagger, as she tried to walk. David had seen enough. He scooped her up, and carried her off, Evan trailing behind him.
David said, "Get Dr. Nathan. I want him to take a look at her. She seems unwell."
"Right away, Sir." Evan said.
David was very impressed, that Evan had the balls to tell the council off, while still being respectful. David was still very irritated, that Max, Evan's Father, had insisted on that exam. He knew very well, Janie was not allowed to mix with boys. He was more concerned with what other people would think, than he was with Janie's purity.
David got her to his suite, and laid her down on the oversized bed. He got a cool cloth and washed her face. He gave her a cool glass of juice, with a straw and a cookie. She gulped down the juice, thirstily and asked for more. The color was coming back to her face, and David felt relieved.
Dr. Nathan looked her over, and thought she might be a little dehydrated. Otherwise, Janie was fine, just overwhelmed. He asked David, if he wanted him to look at Janie's bottom.
David said testily, "You've seen enough. Get on, with you, before I say something I might regret."
Dr. Nathan packed up his bag and scurried to the door.
His brother James arrived, just as he was leaving. "How's our girl?"
"Oh, alright, I guess, but James, it's too much! It's all different, when it's one of your kids up there. This has got to change! I'm okay with the spanking and all, but the exams... that needs to done away with, or at least done in private. That old leachorous bunch! Like our Dad and his cronies, but it's time some changes were made."
"Alright, David, but no one really did anything wrong, except ask the status of the match... That was out of line. You had your back up, from the start, because it was Janie up there."
"You know it's true. We sat on dozens of these panels. Do you think they felt any different, those Dad's? Your can't change the rules just to spare your own children. They members would be furious, and tightly so! Do you think I rushed Dylan being beaten and plugged?! I assure you,, I did not!! Now, get her bottom fixed up. It's Dylan's induction today, and Janie's been matched. We should be celebrating. "
"David listened and decided, James was mostly right. "You go on back, I'll take care of Janie, myself."
Janie heard her Daddy and Uncle talking, loudly. He sounded very cross. She hoped it wasn't something she had done. Her bottom was still on broil!! It was burning and it hurt fiercely. She'd be surprised if it wasn't covered in blisters! Mr. Sellers had strapped her from every direction. The leather managed to find its way between her legs and even in the crease of her bum. She felt the raised roads of it's travels.
Janie was laying on her tummy, now,listening to her Father and Uncle speaking more quietly. Her Uncle left and her Daddy came in, to her. It felt so good, to just have her Daddy all to herself, just the two of them. She hadn't seen her mother, in almost two years. She'd never been the kind of Mom, she had wanted. Daddy made up for it all, but he'd been away so much, lately. Even though, she loved her Uncle, Aunt and cousins, her Daddy was HER family, and she wanted to go home.
"Let's get that bottom of yours looked after, shall we?"
He slipped her pretty panties down to her knees. He got a pillow, and boosted her hips up. She was glad, for once, it wasn't in preparation of getting his belt.
He used a first aid kit, to tidy up a few broken blisters, and some medicinal cream was applied to her welted cheeks and legs. He could see where the belt had hit the tender skin between her legs. Again he felt his anger raise towards Evan's Dad. He and James had given him the capital, to keep his business open, when he made a serious error in the market. He nearly lost everything. They'd also given Evan a huge opportunity, with a paid internship, working with their companies. In return, he used his iota of power to violate his beautiful daughter.
Evan was not close to his Dad, and it was no wonder. He was cruel to his children, and the second Evan was grown, he'd placed the responsibility for his siblings, on his shoulders. David thought that was so wrong. It put him at odds, with his brothers, when they should have been bonding. Max was a selfish bastard. He'd find a way to make sure he felt his wrath. He was lucky, David thought more of his family, or he'd ruin him. They still needed his financial support, so that was not an option. David was nothing, if not patient. He knew Max thought his status star rising, having his son marry a King David had no intention of letting him hang on to his coat tails . He was in for a rude awakening. Evan was another story. He was a fine young man with a good work ethic and he was well grounded. He was also sincerely in love with his princess.
He kissed his daughter on the forehead, and told her to rest. "I'll be back, Janie. After Dylan's induction. They'll be announcing your match! It's going to be a wonderful afternoon."
David was glad to have Janie back at home. He'd even help with the training. It would be hard to break her of her desire to do what she wanted, no matter the consequences. She was alot like him. It served him well, but it was not a desirable trait, in a wife. He suspected the would be a very hot bottom in her pretty panties, for the foreseeable future.
all the blues
of desert skies
are held inside
her turquoise eyes
like prisoners of
an hour glass
to watch the days
and years to pass
like desert sands
the stories told
are kept alive
among the old
a flower blooms
a flower dies
a turquoise sky
a time once held
in looking glass
her years ahead
that still remain
she dreams at night
of desert rain