A spanking by any other name

Beating

that's the word that M always uses

it never fails to send a chill down my spine

why is the word so powerful

How is it different from a spanking?

Let's face it - the sort of spanking that many of my readers get
the sort that leaves marks for days that the super subs out there get?

because I am now
and will ever be
a complete candy ass

and yes

when I tell you -- that with any luck

my man

will beat me on the 14th

it sounds dark -- doesn't it

He will beat me

he will beat me with his hands
and with his belt

He will take the crop out of my bag
and beat me with it
until I am curled up in a ball

and when he stops my beating
I will still crave more
even when he tells me I am done

and until then
I will dream
of being beaten

predator - Part 3

The messages had been going on for over a week.  Chatty, flirty, fun.  She started to think of him as HER man of mystery.  Maybe a tall dark stranger with deep eyes.  He seemed to be made for her.

He wouldn't tell her how he found her - teasing her with little hints about her life making her wonder.  They loved the same restaurants, the same books, the same movies.  They shopped at the same stores

Was it the munch?
work?
One of Karen's friends

no one was admitting to it but everyone had noticed how excited she was about her mystery man.

and she wasn't sure she wanted the mystery to end.  They had amazing online chemistry - and so often these things don't translate in person.  It will be a little sad to lose that aspect.

"Imagine", she said one afternoon, "we live so close to each other, you might see me out shopping and I would never know"

******************

Those words practically floated off his screen.  He had been following her for weeks -- keeping his distance - but always there.   Last night he followed her to her pedicure and sat outside as they scrubbed  and massaged her feet.

They texted back in forth while her toenails were painted.  He watched her as she moved about the shop to the drying station.  He watched her leaf through an old Cosmo and he ached for her.

"That would be delicious, little one" he messaged back

after a long pause she mentioned that she had some errands to run -- but would be "in the neighborhood" shopping and getting a bite to eat.

Orion smiled to himself.  She's challenging him to come find her.....how could he fail her in her one wish?

Predator - part 2

Her friend Karen came back from her date glowing.  Karen was her only "lifestyle" friend and Lorena was simultaneously happy and jealous for her friend.

Karen lectured her a bit, "do you really think you're going to get your kink on sitting in your PJs in the living room?  Come on, girl - come out with us Friday night-- we'll look out for you."

Lorena knew she was right.  She KNEW it.  It was time to take some chances -- and really, how big a risk could it be to go out to a munch with Karen and her new Dom anyway -- it was only dinner-- how bad could it be?

And Karen was right.  She had a terrific time and lost count of how many interesting people she met.  It was liberating to be able to talk about anything.   She went home smiling and feeling like she had made a great first step into trying new things.

She was still smiling the next day as she settled in the big arm chair at her coffee shop opened her laptop and read her messages.  Discarding all the offers to increase her penis size and the letters promising her millions of dollar for helping some poor diplomat in Nigeria, she was surprised by an email entitled, Last Night's Munch.

She paused.

"How would anyone from the munch have her email address?  God, was Karen giving our her personal email in some misguided attempt at matchmaking?  Fuck -- I could kill her", she thought

She opened it.

Lorena,

You were glowing last night, you really should get out more often.  I was happy to see you wear your hair loose, it suits you more than the ponytail.  A woman like you should always be framed in soft light as you were last night, 

Message me,

Orion

She looked around guardedly -- and read the message again.    "more than the pony tail" she re-read those words again and squirmed a bit in her chair staring at her screen in indecision.

********************

He sat at the cafe table outside watching her tap away at her computer through the window.  He sipped his coffee and leaned back waiting for the moment that she discovered his message.

He was not disappointed.  She look ready to bolt, like a deer hearing a sharp noise in the forest - tense and poised for escape as she re-read the message over and over.  Frozen in place.

This was the moment he waited for
will she take the bait

will she rise the challenge?

Last night he was so close to her.  He wondered if she would recognize him from the coffee shop and end the cat and mouse game before it started.  His heart pounded to be so close that he could have touched her long dark hair.  She was captivating and even more so because she was so blind to her own allure.  So closed up in her shell of protection.

To bring her out would be delicious and he longed to feed on her desire and fear as he hunted her and eventually captured and protected her -- both hero and villain of his own story.

His laptop flashed with a message and he smiled to himself.

She's taken the bait - the game is afoot.

Predator - A fantasy in 12 parts - part 1

"Karen, you can't just meet some guy you met on the internet! -- God! He could chop you up and stuff you in his trunk....you call me from the restaurant and tell me when you get home"

Lorena hung up and rolled her eyes at her friend's folly.  Imagine just rushing off to meet some guy she only knew online. If she were to have a motto - it would probably be "better safe than sorry".  Lorena was a worrier since childhood.  In any given situation she could imagine in technicolor a horrible end for any scenario.  Catastraphizing, as her brother would say -- seeing a potential disaster wherever she looked.

An unlikely contestant to be a sub, but ever since her former lover pinned her hands over her  head and ravaged her -- she was done for.

These days being ravaged was a distant memory.  

She shook her head a bit, as if to dismiss those thoughts, she was too busy to be a sub these days.  Work and family dominating her far more than she had time for.  

She pulled her hair back in a pony tail - pulled on her jeans and went about her day -- no sense thinking about how long it had been since anyone touched her or how she was more than a bit jealous that Karen was most likely going to jump this guy tonight -- it was time to get to work.

************

He watched her walk purposefully out to her car, pony tail swinging with each step.  The prototype of a sexy librarian, a woman who has no idea of her affect on men.

Next she'll drive to the coffee shop - get a cup of tea - a Venti Earl Grey, one tea bag with ice in the top so she can drink it right away.  

Lorena was a creature of habit.  He stood in line 2 customers back and breathed in her fragrance and imagined having her at his mercy.  She turned and her deep brown eyes met his for a second over the top of her glasses.  She smiled the automatic smile of a shy girl embarrassed to be caught looking -- and quickly looked down as she passed him with her tea and drove off to work.

He felt the pull of her and knew he had to have her.

In bizarrro world

For those of your who do not read comic books -- bizzaro world is an alternate dimension where things are often the opposite of our world -- Bizzaro Superman is evil (with a capital E)

sometimes I wonder what I would be if I were a Domme

and I don't think bizarro sfp is a possibility

but I've been thinking about what I'm missing in my relationship with M -- and it's almost all due to the long distance and my lack of attention (attention whore that I am) and frankly -- physical touch.

so in this version --Domme/Bizzarro sfp would have a slave who only wanted to make her more comfortable.

give her massages and pedicures
bring her a cup of Earl Grey just the way I like it -- a bit weak and cooled off so I don't burn my mouth.
He would pick up the mail, which I never remember -- and automatically throw out all the junk mail
He would go see movies with me and make sure I had a jacket because I always get cold

He would love my cooking and help me clean up afterwards

The bizarro-slave would brush my hair after a bad day -- and would curl up with me on the sofa and put his head in my lap for his reward as we watched a movie at the end of the day,

sounds great - right?

too bad real world SFP couldn't top someone if her life depended on it -- certainly not in bed.

but it's a lovely thought

I miss being petted and pampered

I need to see my man.

Munches

So it should be no surprise that M didn't relent -- that I am NOT down on my knees making him forget everything else in the world as we speak.

Nope

but not for lack of trying

the end result is that he got a few chuckles -- and enjoyed the efforts

and I have a pile of soaked panties.

Life really is tough for a sub banned from playing without her long distance man.

So

while I was working on the fruitless campaign to get laid, I went back out to Fetlife to get some of the photos there -- because nothing says, "come fuck me" like a picture of my lily-white ass.

and decided that my friends from where Aisha Lives are right -- and I should get out there and meet people in the community.

That I am lonely - because I am too much alone.

and since I am kidless -- for who knows how long

I decided to go to the munch we have here every 3 weeks.  Some of you may remember my previous adventures going to local area events -- when I pretty much got freaked out and vowed not to return.

Well - they weren't munches -- they were play events
and it was time for me to get back into the pool

So there were 3 interesting events today that grabbed my attention

A munch at about 1 on my side of the monstrous city we live in
A munch in the evening on the other side of town
and a party at a hotel for spankos

obviously the party is out
as there's no way I can justify to myself or to M that being spanked by someone but not fucked by them is not playing around

clearly it would be -- and

well - I'm not brave enough to go to a strange hotel and drop my drawers all by myself.

sorry

call me a chicken shit -- I can take it.

so -- I headed off to the local munch

and guess what

Nice people showed up.
and no -- I didn't bump into anyone I knew
and no -- there wasn't a sign over my head that said, "Kinky slut" -

and I got to dress a tiny bit sexier than usual which was fun.  I thought to myself -- (if I were single?  DANG -- this was where I should have been hanging out - a few of the people there were sooo fuckable!)

Yes -- I was my shy self -- but I did just fine -- and was proud of myself.  It's a strange thing about the local much that I didn't notice when I went with Aisha in her town.  People made a lot of eye contact.

and it struck me how little people do that in regular life.

If I went to a normal party, you wouldn't find that sort of eye contact.  It was sort of nice to be noticed and not be invisible.

so often in life we are invisible.

the host of the event was very solicitous of the newbies, checking in on a regular basis

I drove home rather pleased with myself for going -- and staying -- and actually enjoying myself and decided to go for broke and head to the one across town.

Some of the same people where there -- but I vowed not to be a hanger-on

I looked in my car's cup holder and realized that I have a 20 sided die in there.

I bought it awhile back as a joke - and then sadly forgot what was funny about it.

I decided to use it to my advantage and took it in with me.

I rolled the dice -- and got a 9.

SFP-- you are going to talk to NINE new people before you go.

now for some of you this is an easy thing -- but not so much for me.  That voice in my head that tells me that people aren't all that interested in talking to be gets a little loud in a room of strangers

and yes -- I know it's silliness - people like me -- but that bitch in my head is relentless.

and -- it made a great icebreaker.

before I knew it I had a few other people rolling the dice and trying to make their number before they got home.

So - a good night overall.

I am waiting for M to call -- I have permission for an orgasm (yay!) -- but want to get it while I'm talking to him if I can so I can feel his words roll over me as I cum,

And the next chapter - Lobbying continues

Where were we -- oh -- yes....

 

She shifts her weight again and receives a quick reprimand, "hold still, girl".  She sucks in her breath and holds it and wonders if shaking counts as failing to hold still.  But it's all pushed out of her mind as he grabs the back of her hair and pulls her to her knees, dragging her into position to suck his ready cock....

Her mouth begins to water -- she breathes in the musky smell and can see the head glistening.  She dutifully opens her mouth -- but he has control of her head -- and moves her around by her hair -- painting her cheeks with precum.  He marks her has his.  In case there was any doubt of it.  She opens again and takes him into her mouth -- running her tongue around the rim -- as he gives her a moment to find her place.

This is their hello.  He -- reminding her that he has control - and her -- finding her way to please him.  Her mind begins to wander as she sucks -- she thinks about the soft skin of his balls and how much she longs to suck them into her mouth and make him moan.  She thinks about his massage -- and rubbing her hands on either side of his cock  -"making fire" they call it -- as he erupts in her hands.  She thinks about her beating.

What a hard word.

Beating.

That's what he calls it.  Not a spanking, but a beating.  And how much she wants to feel the thud of the belt and how wet it will make her.

But as if reading her mind, he jerks her back to the task at hand -- driving his cock into her mouth, fucking it and reminding this girl that her place is in the right here -- and right now

and nowhere else