New Story: Obedience

Beth hung her head as her bare feet ground into the carpet, wishing it would swallow her up. She hated when he lectured, in his quiet, calm voice. It made her feel so silly, so childish.

"Bethie, what did we agree on?"

"I can be cheeky once but then I have to do what you say."

His fingers crept under her chin to lift her face too look into his eyes, "Darling, is that too hard? Is there something you don't understand?"

"Beth shook her head, "No sir."

His hand rested on her cheek, caressing her in a soothing motion, and Beth leaned into it, loving the gentle touch, "Honey, I love when you are funny-cheeky and play the little girl, but there has to be a line in the sand. This way you know I'm being serious and I know that you will listen and do what I say."

"Stay here."

Beth watched from under her eyelashes as Josh walked away, not wanting to know where he was going. Her hands clasped in front of her and she shivered as a cool breeze drafted past her naked bottom. The weight of her panties and jeans resting around her ankles was starting to annoy her and she wished she could kick them them off, but that was a big no-no  with Josh- he liked the humiliation little-girl factor of having her panties kept around her ankles.Also, it kept her from running away in a hurry.

Beth reached up to her t-shirt and tried to pull it further down then where it settled, but it was no use and again she wished she had put on a bigger t-shirt  instead of a tight, little white one which would show off her breasts and tempt Josh into many an appreciative glance. She sighed and bit her lip, wondering what Josh had in store. She again had crossed the line and knew he was seriously getting sick of it.

She heard his footsteps and she straightened up, knowing now it might be game time. She dared a peek at his face and he had his serious face on, which meant it didn't bode well for her. Her fingers fidgeted as she waited her fate.

"Baby girl, sit down." Beth ungracefully jumped back and stumbled onto the couch, her bare bottom rubbing against the rough material of the cushions.

"Look at me." Beth gradually raised her face to look into his as Josh sat down beside her and took heer hands in his.

"Beth, I want you to know how serious I am about this. I want you to obey me and listen to me and take me seriously."


"But honey I do-"

Josh cut her off swiftly with a sharp slap on her bare thigh, "Stop. Its time to listen. No talking unless I ask you a direct question, do you understand?"

"Yes Josh." Tears already threatened to form in her eyes.

"Now, my love, we have the rest of today and all of tomorrow with nothing planned. I know you wanted to go shopping and maybe go out to dinner and we will see. If you follow the rules, we still might be able to do that."

"You have now lost the privilege to have a bit of fun with me, and be a bit cheeky. I have been quite lenient on you so far and always allowed that one cheeky comment before you obeyed what I said, that one little-girl "no" before you did as I asked or completed a punishment. But you have pushed too far and now you will have to work to get back that trust. For the next two days, unless I give you permission, you will spend your time without any clothes, naked, showing me your shame at not obeying me.I will give you task after task after task, your time will never be your own. You will complete each task to the best of your ability and without complaint or comment. ANY back-chat, cheekiness or disobedience will result in a swift, harsh punishment with this."

From behind his back, Josh revealed the most dreaded of all their punishment tools, the strap. A wicked, thick, double piece of leather with a pronged tail. Beth frowned and her lip trembled, the strap scared the life out of her. This didnt sound like the punishments Beth loved and craved, being held gently over Josh's lap, being spanked with his hand, lovingly and firmly. Swift and hard, didnt usually come in it.

"If I hear ANYTHING or even THINK I heard some disagreement or if you are too slow to jump to a task, I will ask you to bend over immediately and you WILL get a hard spanking. Or you might get it on your hands, or on your breasts. Be careful or you might even feel this on your pussy or bottom hole."

Beth burst into tears at this, tough love stance. She had been craving and craving Josh to be much tougher than what he had been, and it looked that he finally would be. But now she was scared, could she go through with this, even though it was what she wanted?

Josh's heart tore in two when his Bethie started to cry. He hated being this rough, and actually enjoyed and revelled in her cheeky side, but he knew he had to be tough. She had been asking for this, crying out for this and he knew this was what he had to do to make this relationship work.

Josh's voice softened, "Baby, if you can be my good girl and do this all today and all tomorrow, then tomorrow night, we'll give you a bath, put you in your soft jammies and I can rock you and cuddle you as much as you want. But only if you can be my good girl and start listening and obeying me. This was what you wanted, remember?"

Beth nodded, she could do this. She straightened up and sat in the most submissive position she could muster. Josh knew now was the time to begin. He stood up and towered over her, "Okay, Beth, take off all your clothes, go and put them in the hamper and then come back here, right away."

Beth scampered to obey, stealing a quick look at the big strap, being held menacingly in his hand. She quickly ran back to stand in front of him, her hands covering her shaved pussy, already feeling the shame of her nakedness.

"Hands on your head." Beth quickly obeyed that order too.


Josh looked at her and steeled himself, "Beth, I will have to give you your first spanking for your cheekiness before. I hope this is the only strapping you will get all weekend. Turn around and bend over."

Beth gulped but did what he said, now eager to show how obedient she could be.Josh raised the strap as far as he could and *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* five hard slaps fell on Beth's naked bottom. She squealed but held her position. Josh hesitated but then gave her five more, letting the last two fall on the back of her thighs. Beth cried out and went to rub, but clasped her hands back, just in time, as she was sure, rubbing or touching would give Josh reason to give her more.

"Stand up baby."

Beth slowly stood up and turned around, face once again bowed and humbled. She thought about it and quickly raised her hands to on top of her head again.

"Good girl." Josh praised. "Keep going like this, and we will have a very productive weekend and you will be my good girl again. Now, love, your next two jobs are to do the dishes and put on a load of washing. Off you go."

Josh grinned as Beth scampered away to complete her tasks, loving the no back-chat or sarcastic comment. He would push her this weekend, and see how willing to be obedient she would be. She would quickly learn to do ANYTHING he asked without hesitation, and he knew this was exactly how she wanted it.

I'll Be Away For A Lil Bit

Hi everyone, sorry I haven't posted for a while. I never thought other people would be reading this, so first I thought, oh well, they can just wait, but then . . I thought I better give you an explanation. And it is: I'm pregnant and feeling pretty icky so until I feel a lil better S. has put much of the spankings and punishments on hold. Anyway, he doesn't have to punish me, I'm being a very very good girl since finding out :) It actually happened on that weekend just gone so we are very happy :)

Hope to see you again soon!

And for something new . . .

Surprise, surprise, I'm in trouble again. Last weekend I was a lil grumpy with S. He had been at a party the previous night and I had to work and so wanted some lovey-dovey texts but I didnt get anything all day cos he was sleeping. So, being grumpy at him, I accidently-on-purpose forgot to send him his 3 photos for the day. I'm supposed to send him, over my mobile phone, one in the morning, one at lunchtime and one at dinner. Anyway, when I talked to him that night, I confessed that it wasnt being forgetful, I did it on purpose :( This made him quite angry, and rightfully so. Its one thing to forget your phone or forget to take photos, but to do it deliberately . . .

So he debated for a lil while as he made me stand there in the middle of my room with my panties pulled down. He then made me go give myself an enema -YUCKKKKK- and he made me hold it sooooooo long. Afterwards he said that since I cant even handle doing a simple task each day, that he would take one of my privledges off me, so until I see him on my holidays next week, I have to ask permission by phone or text, whether I can go to the bathroom. It's horrible!! I also have to wear my metal butt plug every day till the holidays too!!My bottom hole is real sore from having to wear the thing every day and sometimes I'm really hanging on til I get the nod that I'm allowed to go to the bathroom.

Lesson learned: dont get grumpy at S.

A Serious Punishment

As I promised, I have to let you know what happened this weekend. Luckily there was a conference on and I was able to come and visit S. as well. S got us a nice hotel room near the conference centre and we proceeded to have a long cuddle session after a marathon SEVEN weeks apart!!

S. announced the first night that I needed a punishment. For all the cheekiness I had gotten away with in the past 7 weeks but also cos he just knew I needed one. Which I did. He knows how I get, antsy, anxious and upset when I dont get punished regularly- like a stress relief- punishment makes me feel like a good girl, a good submissive, safe and loved :)

S. made me stand in the corner and then get on my hands and knees on the bed and tied up my hands and feet cos he knows I cant keep them still. He put the balls in my pussy and some anal beads in my bottom. I got a nice spanking with the wooden spoon (evil, EVIL thing). It was great and it released a little tension but I knew deep inside I would need something more.

The next night, we went out to dinner for my birthday, so I didnt get a punishment that night. S. did however sense I was needing something, some comforting, so out came the pacifier and he patted and rubbed my bottom and he gave me a shower and washed me, smacking my bottom if I tried to do something like a big girl. That night, I was strictly a babygirl and S. looked after me wonderfully.

Our final night together, last night, was very interesting and was a big step forward, especially for me. S. was watching the football and I was reading on the bed next to him. Looking back, I wanted some attention. Some serious attention. But, in the moment, all I was doing was being a bit cheeky, pushing him, seeing how far he would let me go. And I pushed a tad too far. I had been playing with my pussy (yeah I know, AGAIN) and even though he was right there, saying no I wasnt allowed to cum, I completely ignored him and came right in front of him. Uh-oh . . .

I looked forward to my big, comforting spanking across his lap. But he turned the tv off (turned the footy off during a game?? Double uh-oh) and told me I needed something more this time. I had to put on some punishment panties (plain white) and I was made to stand in front of him and he told me he was putting a big plug in my bottom without any lube (I could use my own juices instead). Of course I balked and asked for some lube. He relented and let me put it in myself with a lil lube but told me I was getting punished extra for arguing. He made me pull my panties to my knees while he just looked at me in disappointment which was awful and then he made me expose my pussy to him while he looked at his disobedient girl. He then smacked my pussy a number of times cos she keeps getting me into trouble. Ouch.

As he was doing this, I could see him debating something and I filled with dread what this new punishment would be. He then made me take off my skirt and walked me to the bathroom with just a singlet and my now-pulled up panties on. As soon as he said get into the shower I backed away, cos god I didnt want another cold shower. And then he announced it, he was going to make me wet my panties and watch me do it, just like in all my stories. It was jut awful, and while it was sooooo embarrassing and such a serious punishment- S. wouldnt even comfort me with any cuddles or touches while I was getting punished- I just felt awful- but even through all that, I was soooooo turned on. After I wet my panties like a little girl I was allowed to wash and get my cuddles and that led to much naughtier things, but after, I think even S. was pleasantly surprised how submissive I was, how good a girl I was being, how obedient I was- trying to make up for my naughtiness. And finally, I felt complete. I felt calm and safe and extremely happy. It takes serious and prolonged punishment, with real intentions and gruffness in the voice, to make me feel completely punished and forgiven. Luckily, S. can do it wonderfully. And while I didnt get my spanking, that punishment was just what I had been really asking for. Attention. Dominance. Love. :D

So,did my reality live up to my fantasies? Probably not. It did turn me on like wild fire after I had gotten over the initial embarrassment but cos I dont think S. enjoyed it as much as I did, and so I think it will be kept for very serious, purposeful misdemeanours. A real punishment, not for play or maintenence. It was extremely embarrassing for me, I was just mortified to do something so personal in front of S. and my instant horniness was really NOT what I was feeling in my heart and head. Seems, miss penny pussy has an equal vote. In my fantasises, although humiliating, the ick factor doesnt come into it as much so its very interesting for me to be forced to do something in reality which I have written about numerous times in stories and in my head. Will see how I feel next time, if S. punishes me in that way again. He already knows how effective it is in making me into his obedient little girl again :) And I promise, no more cumming without his explicit permission. I want to stay being his good girl.

Naughty, Naughty.

Well, I managed to get into trouble again tonight. I'm on cum restrictions, needing to ask permission if I want to cum, since I didn't fulfil a task last week.But what did I go and do? Yes, cum TWICE without asking permission. Needless to say, I'm in big trouble, which I know I richly deserve. S. put me in the corner with my panties down while he thought about the best way to punish me. And its bloody cold here at the moment, so I had to turn the heater towards my naked bottom. Then S. delivered the verdict- no cumming for at least 5 days. I'm not even allowed to ask for permission to cum, I have to wait til S. lets me start asking for permission again. I also had to put in my big bottom plug and wear it most of the evening. I also had to get the crop out and whip my inner thighs and even some on my pussy. Ouch. I then had to write some lines.Just 40, but I wasnt allowed to take the plug out til I was done.

So yeah . . . won't ever forget to ask permission ever again. Oh, I always have to email him an apology after a big punishment, and this time he is also making me post the apology on here, which is really embarrassing for me, but he believes it will do me good. So:

Dear S.
I am very sorry that I didnt ask for permission to cum. I know what I did was wrong and please know the only reason why I did it was that they were very quick, little ones and I forgot. And then I didnt tell you cos I didnt want to disappoint you . . . and I didnt want to be punished. My punishment of corner time, writing lines, wearing a plug and whipping my thighs and pussy was a very good reminder to follow your requests and to ask permission to cum. I also understand that I'm not allowed to cum for at least 5 days unless you say otherwise and I will respect your authority by not asking for permission. I'm sorry that I make you punish me like that, especially since you arent here to do it yourself but I know you know why I need such a strict punishment. Thank you so much for doing it for me, even though I know it's hard for you.

Love, your "Lil Girl" xxx

So, anyway, I'm quite chastened and better go to bed on time like good little girls do. Trying to earn back his trust and pride in me. I love him so much and am so in awe that he takes so much time to help me become a better partner, submissive, person. Thank you again honey xxx

Bathroom Restrictions

I know I keep focusing on this aspect of our punishment list, but I just can't get it out of my mind! I think once S. punishes me in this way and I realise that's its not something to be daydreaming about, then I wont write it into my fantasises quite so much :D But anyway, if you like this kind of thing read on . . .

"Marie, get your bottom in here!"

Marie came scampering out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. She could guess what this was going to be about.

"When did I ask you to clean up in here?"

Marie's eyes immediately lowered to the floor, "Last night." she whispered.

"And this morning, if you didnt get it done last night why didnt you do it this morning?"

"I was busy."

Sam's eyebrows raised in disbelief, "Doing what?! While you were watching tv or when you were playing that computer game?"

"I guess I wasn't so busy." Marie mumbled.

Sam nodded "I guess not. Well, I'm going to stand here and you are going to clean this place up right now. I will time you, okay?"

"Yes Sam."  Marie started cleaning the bathroom, watching Sam out of the corner of her eye timing her on his watch. She knew the longer she took, the more dire the consequences would be, so she flew around the room, clearing the sink and throwing dirty clothes in the hamper.

Out of breath, she stopped at Sam's side, puffing as she stammered out, "I'm done sir."

Sam inspected the shower stall and the cabinets, "Uh-uh princess, you've just shoved your makeup and junk in here. Bend over the bath. NOW!"

Marie jumped to obey, her shirt rising up over her back as she leant to bend over, wishing she had been wearing more than one of Sam's button up shirts and panties.

*SMACK* SMACK * SMACK* SMACK* SMACK*

Five hard slaps rained down on her pantied bottom.

"Stay there." Marie didnt dare get up without permission as she silently groaned as Sam yanked her panties down.

*SMACK* SMACK* SMACK* SMACK* SMACK* Marie winced as five more hard spanks were given to her bare bottom.

Sam sighed, "Now, get up, leave your panties around your ankles and pack away properly!"

Marie nodded and moved to make sure everything was in its proper place. It took an extra ten minutes but finally it was done.

"Sam? I've finished."

Sam checked and nodded his agreement, "Love, I want you to pull your panties up and come with me. We need to talk about this mess."

"Yes honey." Marie demurely pulled her panties up to cover her slightly pink bottom and followed him to the couch in the living room.

They settled down and Sam turned Marie's body to face him.

"Darling, I am sick of being on your back about this. You can keep the rest of the house clean for me, but you always skip the bathroom. Am I giving you too many chores? Is this the reason it's always messy?"

Marie thought it over, this was her out, she could skip a punishment by saying yes. But she knew in her heart that it wasnt true. She wasn't given many jobs to do around the house and saying yes, would not only disappoint Sam, it would be disappointing herself. She shook her head, "No Sam, I had time to do it. I was just being a little lazy I guess."

Sam nodded, "Good girl for telling the truth. But we need to deal with this. I can't put up with this procrastination you have about cleaning the bathroom. I think what we need to do is take away some of your responsibility, since you are showing me that you cannot handle it."

Marie gulped, here it came.

Sam continued, " So, since it took you 35 minutes to clean that bathroom, I'm going to put you on bathroom restriction for every 5 minutes it took you to clean up. That means 7 days of restrictions, okay?"

Marie sighed and nodded, "Yes Sam."

"That means, every time you need to use the bathroom, for going to the toilet or having a shower, or even needing to go to the sink to get some make-up, you will need to ask permission. If you forget to ask permission, then the bathroom will be off-limits for 24 hours and two days will be added to your restriction, okay?"

"Yes sir."

Mmmmmm, I want to finish this fantasy but I really need to get to bed. Will finish it up soon, I hope xxx

Being Quiet

Last night, S. got it into his head that I need to learn to be quiet when we have sex. I'm kinda known for being quite noisy but cmon, I enjoy sex so much and use it to release stress and so I can't help being loud :) But anyway, he wanted me to practise being quiet so we can play even if his family is staying at our place, or we might be able to play in semi-public places hehe . .

Anyway, since I'm on cum restrictions and have to ring him to ask permission, I rang him last night and as always he revelled in me holding it til I was at almost breaking point (if my girly parts break down S, its all YOUR fault!!!) but then he said I could cum as long as I was absolutely silent for a period of time. Now this was a real struggle for me, I just CANNOT be silent when I'm close to cumming, I love moaning and mmm-ing and all that stuff. Everyone knows whats its like- it feels so good, how am I expected to stay silent? But I did, after a struggle and S. resetting the timer a number of times lol Then I was grumpy with him for a little while for giving me such a hard task, but I soon got over it :)

Now, as it always is, I've woken up this morning getting all horny with the thought of being made to stay silent for long periods, for non sex related situations, while being punished . . . mmmmmm . . . so anyway, here is a quick, quick fantasy about being made to stay silent. :)

Being Silent

Mandi sat demurely on the couch, her legs tucked in and her hands folded in her lap. Her head bowed down and she struggled not to cry. Above her, towering over her, was Sam. She knew he was angry even though he was keeping his emotions in check very well, unlike her. His tone was firm and hard, his scolding was making her feel about 5 years old.

"Are you listening to me?"

Mandi nodded without looking up. She knew that was disrespectful, but she felt so bad disappointing him that she couldnt bring herself to do anything else.

She felt his arm underneath her elbow, "Stand up." His tone had changed a bit, it was a little bit softer. She stood up and risked a peek at his face. There was a storm there but there was also reason and trust, and Mandi resolved to be her good, submissive self. She stood up straight and although an index finger went into her mouth to chew on, her stance was respectful and how she had been taught. Her head bowed again, waiting for her sentence to be revealed.

She felt Sam lean around her and pin her skirt up at the back and the front. He then kneeled in front of her and pulled her panties down to her knees. He smacked her inner thighs lightly, "Spread them, keep your panties there."

"Yessir." She whispered while spreading her legs further apart.

Sam nodded, he had gotten her into the right headspace. Nothing could happen, he couldnt punish her properly without her being in this state. When she was feeling so bad about being naughty, any punishment would make her be sulky and grumpy, causing herself to get into much bigger trouble. But get her in the right frame of mind- resolved to be a good girl, resolved to make things right- then  he could get started on her punishment.

"Now, are you listening?"

While keeping her head bowed, Mandi nodded with a quiet "Yes Sam."

"Good. Now I can begin . . I can't believe you are getting in trouble for this again! Didn't your last punishment and restriction teach you a lesson?"

"It did, Sam, I promise . . . I just forgot."

Sam growled under his breath, "Okay then, tell me what you did wrong."

Mandi's face screwed up and she started with a "Do I hafta?" whine but one look at Sam's face and she stopped quickly, "I was talking when I was supposed to be listening to your boss's speech."

Sam nodded, "It was very embarrassing for me to see people on our table looking at you, thinking how rude you were being. Even when I tapped you on the knee under the table you didnt stop."

"But honey, Sarah kept whispering funny things to me about the people up on stage! I had to reply."

Sam reached around and tapped her hard on her pantied bottom, "No you didn't. You could have ignored her like everyone else was doing. If I was Sarah's husband, she'd be getting a red bottom tonight for being rude as well. But that's none of our business. I think, however, we will be restricting your friendship with Sarah for a while. She seems to get you into trouble sometimes."

Mandi knew there was no fighting anything Sam said to her, "Yes Sam."

"Now, what was the last time you got in trouble for this?"

Mandi gulped as she remembered that horrible week, "I was talking when Julie and Peter were showing that slideshow of their trip to Europe."

Sam nodded solemnly, "Thats right. And what punishment did you get, so you wouldnt do it again?"

Mandi shuddered, boy, she didnt want to go through that again, "You washed my mouth out with soap every night for a week, and I had a hard spanking every night for a week, with your hand, the wooden spoon and the cane."

"And what else?"

"And . . ." Mandi didnt want to say it, it was one of the worst things he had ever made her do, it had been so humiliating, she looked up at Sam, pleading with him not to make her say it.

*SMACK* *SMACK* Two hard hand slaps rained down on her left bottom cheek.

"WHAT ELSE?"

"For the rest of that weekend, I had to raise my hand to ask permission to speak."

Sam smiled, quite evilly in her opinion, "And what stuck in your mind the most? The spankings or being made to ask permision?"

"The asking permission. When people were over, I didnt want to have to raise my hand to ask permission, so I had to stay silent."

"Hmmm." Sam pretended to mull this over, "well, since you didn't learn your lesson, we are going to have to make the punishment twice as hard, don't you agree?"

"Yes Sam." Mandi had learnt to say yes to that question very quickly, since the one time she'd given a more flippant answer, her bottom had been red for days.

"Well, here is what I think. I like you having to ask permission to speak, so that rule now applies for the WHOLE of this week, until next Saturday. Of course, once you are at work, you don't, but you must not speak unless spoken to, okay?"

Mandi looked him in the eyes, nodding sadly.Tears formed on her eyelashes.

"Well, my love, if you can't control yourself by being quiet when you need to, then that control needs to be taken away from you."

"You will also be getting nightly spankings again for the week and some time-out in the punishment bedroom. That soap made you a little sick last time, so we cant do it for the whole week again, but I think writing some lines with a peg on your tongue while you're in time-out would be a better idea."

"We will see if that helps you learn your lesson. Go and get into your punishment clothes and panties, and I think we can have your first spanking and time-out now before we go to bed."

Hehehe, well that went a bit longer than I thought. And, wow, I really can't write a story without a spanking in it. I meant to, but it just popped itself in. Hmm, I'm not entirely happy with the punishment, I think she deserved a little more but I really need to get some work done so this will have to do for now :D

Punishments to Please :D

I talked to S. about having a list of punishments to choose from but he said this limits him and doesnt allow him to be creative (which is sometimes a good thing or a very bad thing.) When he gets creative, he always finds new kinks for me (like punishing me by giving me a cold shower while wearing clothes- now this features heavily in my pornorific daydreams lol) Although I dread his imaginative punishments they always make me so horny and usually make me very repentent too.

But anyway, writing lists of delicious (but awful) punishments always gives me yummy butterflies, so here is a list of punishments I receive, would like to receive or just like daydreaming about :)

• Spanking in every which way and form
• Corner time
• Exposures by pulling my panties down or lifting my skirt up
• Cold showers
• wearing my butt plug
• cum restrictions
• writing lines
• putting curry or soap in my mouth
• anal sex
• finger in my bottom
• smacking my pussy or my breasts
• light face slapping
• made to wet my panties
• made to wear a nappy
• wearing punishment clothes or panties
• forced to kneel at his feet
• tickle torture (he's always threatening to tie me up and tickle me til I wet my panties)
• tying me up and leaving me
• time out in a cot
• time out in a cage
• time out on the bed
• no tv, computer . .
• spending restrictions
• standing naked in front of him while he scolds me
• mild public humiliation- a smack on the bottom as we walk through the shopping centre, a short spanking in the parking lot, having to wear a remote controlled vibe while shopping etc.

Ohhh the list could go on and on and on . . . sometimes I think I've exhausted all the possibilities, but then I find a new one that sparks a wild curiousity. It's not the pain, its the punishment. I need punishment to soothe me, to make me feel safe and loved. Screwy? Maybe . . . but its safer and a whole lot more fun than smoking, drinking or doing drugs ever could be :)

Hugs to us subbies . . . to all us who crave the relinquish of control . . .and for those who help us do it.

Story: For My Love

This one is especially for my honey, who does so much for me. This is another "snapshot" of what I think/believe/fantasize about what it will be like, living with S. next year. It might include spanking, D/s style punishment and relationship issues. I dont know but I cant promise anything, I dont know where its going to go. I just know that if you dont like that sort of thing, go away now please :)

Sam leaned up against the doorway of the living room, his suitcase still in his hand. He smiled and just enjoyed watching his girlfriend while she didnt realise he was there.

She was dancing and singing at the top of her lungs while she was vaccuuming, doing her household chores in a white singlet-top and red lacy panties. Her bottom wiggled as she jumped around, and Sam had to stop himself to not leap at her, bend her over his knee and smack her little bottom til it was as red as her panties.

Suddenly, she noticed him and stopped in mid-spin and mid-song. She blushed slightly and bit her bottom lip, giggling at herself, "Hi-hi!" she said brightly. She jumped over the vaccuum cleaner and bulldozed him with a giant cuddle and kiss, nearly knocking him off his feet.

He nuzzled into her neck, whispering, "I'll never get sick of this rule."

Abbey leant back and grinned at him before raising her arms up for another tight squeze.

He finally dropped his suitcase to the hallway floor and half-carried, half dragged her to the nearby couch, pulling her onto his lap in the process. She snuggled into his chest while they asked each other about their day. He listened carefully while she talked, playing with his buttons and smiling happily when he kept leaning down to brush his lips across her forehead or stroking her hair or back.

"Okay, love, over you go."

An instant frown appeared on her face,while her forehead crinkled in confusion, "But I didnt do anything wrong! Why am I getting a spanking?"

"Are you arguing with me?"

She nodded slowly, still confused.

"Well, see? You are arguing with me and therefore breaking a rule. What I want you to learn from this, is that even if you dont think you deserve a punishment, you still need to take it and then talk to me about it afterwards okay? You dont argue. That's disrespectful."

"But I didnt do anything in the first place!"

*SMACK* A angry red handprint appeared on her bare right thigh.

"No, you didnt do anything. But, you get maintenance punishments all the time. This would have been one. Now, its a reminder of being respectful AND a maintence punishment, alright?"

Tears already forming in her eyes, she nodded. She always fell into that trap. Why didnt she just obey? Abbey quickly and quietly went over his lap, making sure her pantied bottom lay across his thighs.

The spanks were fast and furious, quickly peppering her bottom with red handprints. Her panties were pulled down to her thighs and the spanks quickly resumed, until all her bottom and thighs were cherry red. Sam flipped her up, making her stand between his thighs, her panties sliding down her legs to rest around her ankles.

"Now, that was all it was going to be, but since you need to learn to be respectful, I think 10 minutes standing in the corner and wearing your punishment plug for one hour will work wonder, okay?"

Abbey nodded, her submissive side fully back in control, wanting to please and obey.

"Okay, off you go!" Sam slapped her on the thigh, sending her onto her naughty corner. She left her panties around her ankle and raised her singlet a little in the back, making sure her bottom was on display.

Five minutes later, she felt Sam's presence behind her and she tensed when she felt his fingers at her botttom. Slowly (and she was sure, to Sam's delight) she felt her bottom hole filled with cold and slimy lube and then without delay or warning, her bottom plug was slipped securely into her tight hole. Sam patted it to make sure it stayed and warned Abbey, "It better not slip out. One hour."

Abbey nodded silently, clenching her bottom muscles to keep it in. She was sorry but she knew she was safe, happy and loved. And that was all she ever wanted.

Love you baby xoxoxxo

Testing The Boundaries

Well, I've been really sick recently and now that I've been starting to feel better I was in such a good mood. And when I get in good moods, I tend to get a lil cheeky. I started cheeking S. which he thought was quite funny at first and then I went a bit too far and I complained, saying I wanted a spanking. He asked if I needed a punishment and I said I did. S said to me that all I had to do was ask, instead of trying to push him to give me one. He said he would give me a punishment for being so cheeky (I sent him a photo of me sticking my tongue out at him) and so he made me stand in the bathroom with curry and a peg placed on my tongue. He asked if that was enough, to help me feel more settled. I said yes but he thought I needed more, so he set me a task for the next day to stick my tongue out every time someone said my name (except for my boss). He thought a silly and immature task would suit me since I was acting silly and immature. Today, I was supposed to do the task but I did it very half-heartedly. Sometimes I did it and sometimes I didnt. He asked why and I admitted it was just beause I didnt want to. He said I had to learn that I had to obey him, whether I wanted to or not So, he set out another, much harder, punishment tonight. I had to write lines!! I had to write out 100 times about performing every task he assigned. I also now have to send him three photos of me a day to  show my dedication and respect. I now, also have to ask him permission every time I want to cum!!! (thats a hard one). While I was writing the lines, I wasnt allowed the tv on which meant I missed watching the news and my favourite tv shows, which he knows hit me hard.

So, I just finished the lines and I rang him to apologise as while writing the lines, I really did think about my actions and I know I did the wrong thing and I felt so bad. He wondered whether I kind of self-sabotaged today because I needed more of a punishment and I think he was right. I needed a serious punishment, cos last night's wasn't too bad. This one was.  My hand hurts from all the writing and it was such a waste of time AND I missed watching my fav show!! I have certainly learnt my lesson.

 I also feel better. I havent seen my honey for six weeks since my planned visit last weekend had to be cancelled since I was sick. So six weeks without seeing him and without being spanked or punished. With all the stress in my life, I just need that grounding and I havent got it. So, by being punished tonight I feel much more centred in my life, more submissive towards him and calmer, much calmer. And I just love him even more. I love him more and more each day. He understands what I need and is getting stricter and stricter with me, which I need and love, even though I think he doesnt like being so strict with me cos he hates to see me hurting. I always cry when I'm truly repentant and I dont think he likes that either. But he knows its not about what we want, its about what we need, and I need routine and strictness while he needs me to be exactly who I am. I do love him so *cuddles, honey* Thank you my love xx

House Rules

S. and I are coming up on our 1 year anniversary- which really seems weird cos I feel like I've known him for forever and we are also only six months away from me moving down to live with him. YAY!! So we thought we'd better start discussing some rules for when we do begin living together. I thought I would post them as I kinda love them :D and they again just confirm the love I have for this man. He is everything to me, he just looks after me so well and understands everything about who I am.

Lil Girl’s Rules

(everything goes unless otherwise directed by S.)

Being Healthy

1.                   Lil Girl is only allowed one frozen coke a week.

2.                    Lil Girl is only allowed one take away meal a week, excluding healthy options for lunch.

3.                   Lil Girl has to complete a minimum of 30mins exercise 6 days out of a week.

4.                   Lil Girl is not allowed to put herself down.

5.                    Lil Girl is not allowed to eat any sweets or treats unless S says so.

6.                   Lil Girl must eat the appropriate amount of fruit, vegies and protein each day.

7.                   Lil Girl must take her vitamins each day.

Housekeeping

1.                   Lil Girl will do the dishes every night, except if given permission by S. to do them in the morning or the next night.

2.                   Lil Girl has to do at least two loads of washing each week.

3.                   Lil Girl must keep the house tidy and clean

4.                   Lil Girl will make the bed every morning after getting up.

Routines

1.                 Lil Girl  has to participate in one maintenance punishment each week - to remind her of her place and to punish her for anything she may have gotten away with. This punishment is left to the discretion of S. but usually will be completed on Sundays.

2.                  Every time Lil Girl meets S, she is to greet him with a giant hug and a kiss.

Relationship

1.                   Lil Girl is not allowed to be disrespectful of S.

2.                   Lil Girl is not allowed to argue with S. about money

3.                   Lil Girl must get consent from S. for all shopping expeditions, except for food shopping

4.                   Lil Girl is not allowed to speak negatively about any of S’s sporting teams.

5.                  S will choose what panties Lil Girl wears.

6.                  Lil Girl must phone/text S if she is going to be later than what she said she would be home

7.                   Lil Girl has no “safe words” but S will respect her limits.

8.                   Lil Girl MUST say something if she is angry. If she cannot find the words, she must tell S she is trying to think of the right words to describe what is wrong

9.                   Lil Girl will accept any punishment without argument or resistance

10.               Lil Girl will keep her pussy and bottom hair-free at all times

11.              If S says to stop arguing, then Lil Girl will stop arguing

12.              If Lil Girl is feeling upset, she is to retire to the bedroom and change into her little clothes, and return to S using a pacifier. S will recognize that she requires extra care and attention and will take care of her.

Mmm, a lot of people would see this as restricting, but I just find them comforting, though we will see when he begins to enforce them :D I have a feeling, I might just regret them hehehe.

Next Year Part 2

As Abbey crept up to the table, Seth stared her down, arms folded in front of him, enjoying the view of his naughty little girl.

Abbey was dressed in her punishment dress- a little girl style, babydoll dress of white with small yellow daisies sprinkled over it. The hem of the skirt was well above her knees, which Abbey crept trying to pull down. She looked all of 12 years old in this dress, even younger since, purposely, her punishment panties peeked out from the too-short hem.

As she had been taught, Abbey came up to Seth and slowly lifted the front of her dress, proving to him that she had a pair of punishment panties on. Punishment panties were satin and white, very different to her comfy cartoon panties or her sexy black lace panties. Seth nodded and Abbey let go of the hem, sitting down demurely on a chair to his left.

Seth sighed, "Love, this has happened to many times, and even with the threat of serious repercussions, you still went ahead and did it."

Abbey's bottom lip trembled and she looked down at the table top, her finger tracing the pattern on the tablecloth.

"So, you spent $146.50? Well to pay that off, I think that adds up to some extra jobs, on top of your home duties already. I think we will give the cleaning lady two weeks off and you can do all her jobs. That will pay back the money. So, thats the ironing, the moping and vacuuming . . . what else does Greta do around here?"

"She washes the car and windows sometimes."

Seth smiles evilly, "Well you can do that too. And on top of that, every time you are about to start one of these jobs, you are to come to me and ask for a spanking on your bare bottom. Also, you will do all your extra jobs in the nude, so you remember that they are punishments."

Abbey's jaw dropped and she bagan to wail, "But washing the car- you do that outside!"

Seth nodded seriously, "Yes baby it does. I will bring the car around to the backyard but you will just have to suffer being outside in the nude. That might teach you to stop your shopping habits."

Abbey nodded regretfully and wiped away tears in her eyes. She dreaded hearing the rest of her sentence, as this was bad already. What else had he planned?

Just Playin'

This story may sound like it’s about a Daddy and his little girl but its really only a make-believe story about an age-play adult couple where the woman loves playing the “Lil girl” If you don’t get it, don’t like it or disapprove- go away.

“Abbey? Where are you? Come out now please!”

Mark wandered from room to room, looking under beds and in cupboards. And with each room, Mark got more and more annoyed.

“Abbey! Come out now! It’s time for bed!”

Mark listened for little girl noises.  Usually it would be muffled giggles and he would find this a lot more fun, but he needed to get back to work on his computer, and his little girl was due an early bedtime. Abbey had been naughty the night before after getting over-tired and throwing a tantrum, and so an hour early to bed each night for a week was proposed. Obviously, Abbey didn’t think it was a good idea.

“Abigail Lily James, get your bottom out here now, otherwise very unpleasant things will happen to you!”

There was still no answer, and Mark began to get worried. What if she had got into some tiny space and locked herself in somehow? She could be really hurt. The hunt took on a more serious tone and Mark rushed from room to room, calling for Abbey to come out, that it wasn’t a game anymore.

After passing through the family room a number of times, Mark noticed the sliding glass door out to the patio was slightly ajar. He growled angrily to himself, Abbey wasn’t allowed outside on her own at night- would she dare to run off into the bush at the back of their ¼ acre property?

He slowly pushed the door open and whipped his eyes around the patio. Mark spotted the very large dog kennel that had the covered doorway- which was moving so very slightly.

He placed his hands on his hips, “Abigail, get out here NOW.”

Nothing.

Mark took a deep breath to stop him from yelling and dragging her out, “Abbey, I’m going to give you to the count of 3, otherwise the week-long punishment you have earned already will go for a month. And believe me, I’m not just talking early bedtimes.”

“One.” No movement

“Two.” A head sneakily popped out of the kennel, his girl on her hands and feet, a nose first, followed by one eye and a braid, looking up at him, judging his angry face.

“Two and a half.” The edge in his voice must have scared her, as she scrambled to get him front of him before he said three.

Mark stopped himself from giving her a hug in relief. He made himself tall and put his stern looking face on, glaring down at his baby girl-woman. Abbey stood there, the picture of cuteness, rugged up in her Strawberry Shortcake jammies and her two brown plaits, framing her lightly-freckled nose and cheeks. Her feet covered in bunny slippers, her hands clasped behind her back, protecting her bottom already. Her eyes were downcast, but they kept guiltily looking up into his.

Mark reached back and lay a huge wallop on the back of her right thigh, since her bottom was already covered, the sound of it echoed outside in the stillness, sounding much worse than its impact, as her pyjama pants were flannel and quite thick for the winter chill.

“Ouch.”

Mark raised his eyebrows, “You better think ouch, young lady. You are in a world of trouble.”

Abbey’s bottom lip dropped and her eyes enlarged- if that was possible, Mark thought. But he then thought about how behind for work she had put him after her little impromptu game of hide-and-seek, and then causing him to worry, his resolve steadied. He gently grabbed her upper arm and steered her towards the bedrooms. Not their bedroom, but the room that had many names- punishment room, lil girl room, naughty room- none of them comforting to little Abbey.

“No, no please!!! Not in there!!!!” Abbey tried to dig her heels into the carpet of the hallway but her slippers on carpet had no grip. He opened the door with one hand, the other on a struggling Abbey. He steered her in and towards one of the more dreaded items in the room- her baby cot. The only time she got put in here was when she had been very naughty- she loved snuggling up to him at night, whether she was being baby girl or big Abbey- and hated being left alone at night, but tonight she would just have to get over it. He heaved her over the side of the cot and pulled the safety railing up. He loved this purchase, the cot was adult-sized so after lifting the railing up, there was no way Abbey could get out til it was lowered again.

Abbey promptly flopped down on her bottom and started wailing.

Mark growled, “Abbey, I don’t have time to deal with you properly tonight. Lucky, we both have tomorrow off so you can wait until then. You’ll just have to sleep here tonight.” He quickly spun around before he changed his mind, flicking on the nightlight and flicking off the main light leaving the door open a crack, sighing to himself as he walked back to his office, the sound of Abbey crying, ringing in his ears. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

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“MARK!! MARK, pleeeassseeeee!!!”

Mark’s head raised from the pillow and looked around, momentarily confused as to why Abbey wasn’t next to him, then he remembered. He groaned as he looked at the clock and saw 5am. He had only got to bed 3 hours ago. Not for the first time, he cursed his boss for leaving him in the lurch like this and groggily stumbled into the hallway, peeking into the darkened room.

“Baby girl, what? Its too early, go back to sleep.”

His girl was jumping up and down in her cot, her legs pressed together, “Please honey, I need to pee. Please let me out. I promise I’ll be good.”

Mark became instantly awake. Now this may be fun and may actually teach her a lesson. He usually got pretty creative with Abbey’s punishments and made them fit the crime, and this was something he had been threatening for a while. Guessing how badly behaved she had been the last two days and nights, now was time to up the ante. He leaned against the doorframe and folded his arms.

“Well, Abbey, it’s not time to get up yet. You should have thought about that before you played your game last night.”

“What?!” Abbey sounded stunned. She couldn’t believe what`she was hearing, “Mark, I need to PEE and I cant hold it til morning. Let me out and I’ll come right back.”

Mark hid a grin, “I will do no such thing, Miss. This is part of your punishment. If you are going to be a little girl and throw tantrums and not do what you are told, then you can be a little girl and wet your panties.”

“NOOOOOOO!”Abbey screamed shrilly, shaking the cot rails, “Let me out! Let me out!”

Mark frowned and stepped over, roughly pulling down the cot rail. He reached over to his standing-up girl and quickly pulled her pyjama bottoms down. *SMACK* SMACK* He slapped her hard twice on her pantied bottom, her screeching ceasing to a sudden halt.

“Stop that right now. I told you what was going to happen and you started to argue. That’s going to stop right now, little girl. You are being very very naughty. Now come here.”

She stepped closer to him and he lifted her out of the cot. He stood her up and bent down to pull up her pj bottoms- with not as much gentleness as usual, he led her out the door and into the bathroom across the hall.

“Ohhhhh, Mark, thankyou, thankyou, it WAS a silly thing to think I would wet my panties!” Abbey began to pull down her bottoms again as she headed towards the toilet.

Mark raised his eyebrows and with a short “Huh!” pulled her back, and took both of her hands and placed them on top of her head. Instead, he directed her to the shower stall and pushed her inside, leaving the shower curtain wide open, “You aren’t getting out of it, I just don’t want to have to wash the cot or the carpet, wet your panties in here.”

She sobbed and immediately began bouncing from one leg to the other, “No, no no Mark! I wont do it!”

Mark sighed, “Baby, you’re getting an extra punishment for all this arguing. But it’s not helping, you aren’t going to the toilet. We’ll just wait here til you wet yourself.”

Mark placed the toilet seat down and sat heavily on top of it. As exciting and as fun as this was, sleep was getting the best of him.  He watched his baby girl stomp her feet and her elbows flap around as her hands stayed plastered to her head, grumbling and moaning to herself. He wondered whether an incentive was needed.

“Abbey, are you going to go?”

She looked grumpily over to him, “NO IM NOT.”

He chuckled to himself, “Well then,” HE pretended to muse, “I guess we need a time limit then, you have five minutes, or for every 5 minutes after you don’t, I’ll put you in nappies for one day. And that includes going to work.”

Abbey’s whining stopped suddenly and she studied his face. He could see her adding up how many days she had off, and how many days she had til she went back to work. Her eyes teared up because there was no way she would be so naughty as to risk being punished on work days. Her worst fear was being found out as loving the age-play lifestyle, especially since she had such a high-power job.

Her head dropped and her arms sagged on her head, “Sir, may I put my arms down?”

Mark smirked, there was the giving in, the submission. She was again his. “No you may not. Stand up straight please and look me in the face.”

Abbey righted her posture and shakily raised her head to look him in the eye.

“Now, baby girl, you can wet your panties.”

She bit her bottom lip, “Yes sir.” She whispered.

It took a little bit, but slowly, a wet patch appeared  on her pyjama bottoms. As it got bigger, her sobs got louder and louder but she kept her eyes on her man, even as her face went redder and redder.

“I’m finished now Mark.”

Mark nodded but didn’t acknowledge her good behavior. She didn’t deserve it just yet. “Stay there Abbey. Before we both go back to sleep for a little bit, I’m going to punish you for your arguing.”

She nodded, all willpower and fight left. Mark turned her around to face the corner of the shower, “Just stay there, Miss. You can put your arms down at your side.”

Without her knowledge he reached around for the cold water tap. He turned it on full and directed the shower head onto Abbey. She screamed at the cold and the shock, and started jumping around. He had to hold her arm to keep her in the stall.

“OHHHHH its so cold, its so cold! Turn it off! Turn it off! I’m sorry, soooooo sorry, I’ll be good, I’ll be a good girl!!! Please!!!!!”

A full minute past before he turned the tap off. He watched as his girl stood there like a drowned rat, shivering, crying and sniffing, rubbing her arms in an effort to get warm. Mark turned her around to face him, “Now, that was for arguing. What do you say?”

Abbey’s bottom lip quivered, “Im sorry Mark. I wont argue anymore.”

Mark smiled, “Good girl. Every time you argue from now on, you’ll be getting a cold shower like this one, and they’ll be longer than one minute. Okay?”

Abbey nodded and shook, “Yessir.”

Mark smiled down at her and started to undress her. After she was fully naked, he wrapped her up in  big fluffy towel to dry her off.

“Okay love, you can come back to bed with me and sleep a little bit. You’ll be sleeping in the nude but. No cute jammies for bad little girls. I’ll tell you about the rest of your punishment when we wake up.”

Next Year Part 1

S wanted me to write a story about how I think our lives will be like when we are living together next year, and this is what this started off as. I wasn’t going to even talk much about punishments, more the control and power aspects of our relationship. My twisted mind then turned the story into this. It was just too hard to resist!!

“Honey, I’m home!”

Seth came out of the bedroom, buttoning up his shirt that he had just changed into after work. He looked up to see his girl rushing towards him, arms out wide, ready to engulf him in one of her baby-girl bear hugs. For such a little girl, the squeeze around his mid-drift was surprisingly tight and he chuckled as he buried his face in her hair, savouring the sweet smell of her shampoo mixed with her perfume.

“ . . . and he said that he loved coming to school and the Mum was so nice and I rang the teacher from his last school and she said  . . .”

Seth looked up from Abbey’s head tucked under his chin as she excitedly told him about her day teaching and frowned slightly at the pile of bags dumped in the hallway near the front door. He pulled back and tried to look stern as he looked down at his girl.

“Baby, what did we talk about with your bags?”

Abbey looked guiltily towards the door and then put on her puppy dog eyes before looking back up at Seth, “Sorry honey, I forgot, I’ll put them away now.”

Seth smiled, “Hmmm, yes you will. Turn around and bend over first.”

Abbey sighed and spun herself around, facing away from Seth and bent over. She felt her lover slowly raise her mid-length skirt to rest on her upper back. His fingers traced along the elastic of her panties before:

*SMACK*SMACK*SMACK*SMACK*SMACK*

Seth raised his hand high and smacked Abbey’s pantied bottom five times so hard that her body lurched forward with each smack. He straightened her up and spun her around to face him again. He gently tilted her chin towards him and looked seriously into her eyes, “Forget again my love and you and I will have to have a big talk. Now go.” She scampered away to collect her bags while he walked towards the kitchen to decide what to make for dinner. Seth did most of the cooking while Abbey took care of most of the cleaning. Sometimes they swapped duties, or did them together, but this suited their schedules and Seth enjoyed cooking.

Seth’s thoughts were interrupted when out of the corner of his eye he saw how many bags Abbey was trying to lug into the bedroom.  It definitely looked more than her hand bag, her gym bag and the couple of bags that usually accompanied her home, filled with marking that could be done in front of the tv.

“Abbey, “Seth called as she disappeared into their bedroom, “What do you have in your bags?”

“Oh . . . . nothing!” came the very vague answer.

Seth’s brow furrowed once more. He hoped it wasn’t what he thought it was, which was more shopping. Abbey had the worst impulse spending habit he had ever seen and he had forbade her to go shopping without him in her presence. He went to stand in the bedroom doorway, watching her bottom wriggle around as she was half-buried in her cupboard.

“Darling?”

“Hmmmmm?” Seth didn’t know whether her distracted tone was intentional or not.

“Abbey, stop what you are doing and look at me.”

Abbey dropped the rest of her clothes at the bottom of the closet and straightened up. The guilty look on her face told him everything.

“Abbey, did you go shopping after work?”

Abbey looked down at her clasped, fidgeting hands and back at Seth, “Maybe.” She whispered softly.

Seth sighed and gestured to Abbey to sit on the bed. He sat down next to her, and she leaned into him, feeling bad that she had broken her rules.

“What did you buy?”

Abbey grimanced, “A few tops, a skirt . . . and two books.”

Seth closed his eyes and breathed to calm himself down before he opened his eyes and focused on his girl, “Books Abbey?! Clothes I don’t like but I can understand, but books?! You’ve already gone over your book allowance this month.”

Abbey’s bottom lip dropped as she wailed, “I knoooow!! But one was a new book from a series that I didn’t know was coming out, and the other was for teaching. I needed it!”

Frustrated, Seth stood up and began to pace in front of her, “Abbey, I’ve said this time and time again, we cant afford these impulse purchases now we have a mortage! Buying those books, these clothes, means we have less to go in our savings! You cannot keep doing this.”

Abbey, ashamed, looked down at her hands and began to cry. She hated disappointing Seth. She felt so bad. Also, she knew the punishment coming up and knew it would be bad.

Seth stopped in front of Abbey and looked down at her, “Abbey, what did we decide upon as punishment if you went shopping without permission again.”

Abbey mumbled into her chest and so Seth reached over to lift her chin up, “Now, Abbey. What did I say?”

“I have to work off the money I spent.”

Seth nodded seriously, “Yes. How much did you spend?”

Abbey thought about it, adding up her purchases, “$100?”

Seth’s eyebrows raised, “Is that the total or a guess? I wouldn’t be rounding it down right about now, young lady.”

Abbey hopped off the bed and dug around in one of the plastic bags for a receipt, “Well, maybe a bit more. Um . . .  $146.50.”

Seth leaned over and gave her a quick cuddle and kiss on the forehead, “Love, I want you to get dressed in your punishment dress and punishment panties then come out and sit at the table. We'll work out what we are going to do about this."

I dont know if there is going to be a Part Two, its much easier just to daydream about this instead of writing it all down *sigh* and I really do want to write about how life for S and I will really be- without so much on the spanking :D

Mixing It Up

I dont even remember what I did wrong this time . . oh hang on, I do. I refused to send photos to him over the phone. Well, its not like I refused, I was just being cheeky and telling him no. I guess I was "cheekin' for a spankin'" forgetting that he's too far away to give me a spanking, and he would have to resort to more creative means to get his meaning across that he meant business.

So anyway, I had to get out of my nice warm comfy Care Bear jammies, out of bed and go put one of my "big girl" silk strappy nightgowns on. Then I had to give myself an enema. Then I had to put a buttplug in for the whole night- eurgh!! And then S told me the worst part, that I have to wear a buttplug to bed every night until I come home (another 4 nights!!) AND I'm not allowed to cum til I see him either. Groan. Why do I goad him so??? At the time, all I want is some attention in the form of strictness and punishment, but then when you actually get what you asked for . . . . its more fun when you are just reading about it in stories.

You know what was strange? Well, this is defintely a big girl punishment, and like my story I wrote earlier, S is trying to get me to accept big girl punishments while being a "big girl" so after my punishment and i went to bed, I asked if I could have my teddy and first he said no, cos I had to be a big girl and I just got punished like a big girl. Later he relented, and said I could have teddy.

Its funny, I'm so relieved I was allowed to have my teddy to go to sleep cos I dont think I could  of otherwise, but on the other hand, I understand that he said no at first, I couldnt have my teddy cos I should have been in "big girl" phase, and really, I accepted that as part of the punishment.

Strange, how I mix up these "lil girl" and "big girl" ideas and feelings, when before I met S it was one or the other, I was either being me or I was having a "lil girl" session and as soon as that sesion finished, then that part of me was over til next time. I'm sure my "lil girl" side comes out way more often now cos S makes me feel so safe and comfortable with it all.  Interesting. I think it will work better when we're living together- hurry up December!!

The Best Place In The World

The place I feel safest, the best place in the world, is in S's lap. When I get to snuggle in there, with my head tucked under his chin, my ear pressed up against his chest, my arms and legs curled up against him . . . sigh. Whats not to love? His hands slide down to stroke my hair and he leans down to kiss the top of my head. His arms wrap around me and I feel safe, warm, loved, like nothing bad could ever happen again.

Hehe, I guess i'm missing him, especially tonight, cos as well as being 8 hours away like usual, he's also working a night shift, so I dont even get him on chat or on the phone, talking to me as I fall asleep.

Thank you S, for making me the happiest girl in the world! xx

An Adult Punishment

“Jerry?”

“Yes love?”

Abbey came and sat on his lap, ducking her head under his chin, to rest on his chest. Jerry’s arms wrapped around her and started playing with her long brown hair, that shimmered down her back like a huge wave.

“I feel bad.”

Jerry looked down at the top of her head and kissed it, murmuring into her hair, “Why do you feel bad? Do you feel sick?”

“Not that kind of bad.” Abbey sat up a little to look into Jerry’s eyes, “I did something wrong.”

Jerry searched into her big green eyes, “Maybe you should tell me.”

Abbey nodded and looked down, starting to play with Jerry’s shirt buttons, delaying the moment as much as possible.

Jerry reached down under her chin, making her lift her head to look into his eyes. His other hand covered her fidgeting fingers, making her concentrate on the moment, “Baby, do you need to go stand in the corner? Think about it a bit?”

Abbey shook her head, trying to look down again, “I don’t need a little girl punishment, I might need a big girl punishment.”

Jerry looked at her puzzled. Abbey had a “little girl” side which he loved to indulge. When she was naughty, usually it was because she was being childish and so he would punish her like a child, with spankings, corner time, mouth-washings and diapers. He couldn’t remember a time he had to punish her as a big girl. Of course, they would play big girl games, with dildos, whips, handcuffs and harsh fuckings, but punish her as a big girl? This would be a new one.

Jerry looked into her face, concerned, searching for her meaning, “Sweetheart, you are going to have to explain that one to me. What did you do wrong? I will decide what punishment you need.”

Abbey bit down on her lip and her eyes swelled with unspilt tears, “ I lied to you.”

Jerry frowned. Lying was one of the things that made him the most upset, “What did you lie about?”

Abbey used the opportunity to look down into her lap again, “I had a cum yesterday without asking permission. Actually I had three. ”

Jerry looked at her, confused. She had always asked permission to play with herself. Yes, she was a little greedy sometimes and always very needy, but he had always let her when she asked.  He couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t ask him first, why she lied to him last night when he wondered why her dildo had been left out.

“Go to our room. Sit on the bed. Don’t get off. Close the door.”

Abbey’s tears spilled over and she sobbed as she leapt to obey, running to their room and softly closing the door behind her, though her crying could not be muffled.

Jerry pondered what he should do. Usually it was so easy. He would send her to the corner of the lounge room or her little girl punishment room. He would pull her panties down and spank her little bottom red. If she had been really bad, she would get her mouth washed out, or maybe be forced into diapers and a nap on her lil girl bed. But there was nothing little girl about this.

Jerry sighed and walked towards their bedroom. There was only one thing to do. A big girl punishment, something she didn’t like. And he couldn’t leave her any longer, the abandonment would destroy her.

As he opened the door, he nearly forgot all thoughts of punishment and just wanted to sweep her into his arms. She was a mess. She was curled into a little ball, shaking and rocking, crying and sobbing, leaving her white t-shirt soaked. Jerry climbed up onto the bed and leaned back against the headrest. She watched him through her tears, wanting so much to curl up into his arms.

“Abbey, stop crying.”

His harshness surprised her and scared her. She hated when he was angry, hated when he raised his voice. When she was usually getting punished, he would use a calm, firm but gentle tone so as not to scare her. She was scared now.

“Abigail, you did a bad thing. An adult bad thing, so I wont be indulging you. You were a bad big girl, so you will be punished as a big girl. Stop crying.”

Abbey cut off her last sob and sat up straighter, facing him. As much as she disliked her little girl punishments, they comforted her too, and she needed them. This punishment was needed too, but there was no way it was going to comfort her til it was over.

“Abbey, I need to know why you didn’t ask me. You always ask me, why didn’t you do it yesterday? And then why did you make it worse by lying to me?”

Abby gulped and softly whispered, “I don’t know.”

Jerry leaned forward, “That wont cut it this time, Abbey. You are a big girl, tell me now.”

Abbey nodded. This was part of her punishment, not being allowed to bring out her little girl side. She had to be a grown-up and take what was coming to her. When she was forgiven, she could be little and cuddle in her lover’s arms.

“I’m sorry Jerry. I was having a nice bath and thinking about our last weekend away at the beach.  I got all worked up and didn’t have time to ring you to ask before I started playing. And then I lied because I was so ashamed. I hate disappointing you.”

Jerry sighed, at least it wasn’t anything sinister. She wasn’t thinking of another man, she wasn’t angry or upset at him, she had just been a bit too needy. That he could deal with.

“Get up.”

She stood up next to the bed while he moved to sit at the edge of the bed. He moved her to between his legs. Jerry looked her straight in the eyes, “Isnt that why I tell you to ring before you start thinking about playing? So you don’t get worked up and forget?”

“Yes, Jerry, I understand why you say that now.”

“And then lying about it just made it worse.”

“Yes Jerry.” She could see in his face now, he wasn’t angry anymore. He understood it was just a moment of absent-mindedness, she would pay for it and then he could forgive her. Abbey’s world was righting it self once more.

“So this is what we are going to do.” Jerry looked into her face, to make sure she was listening carefully. This was a different kind of punishment, one to remember as a big girl.

“Abbey, you are going to get a punishment night tonight. You will go have a shower- no bath, no bubbles, no toys- you are a big girl now and you don’t get anything to comfort you. You will clean yourself and make sure you are shaven clean. I will then give you a punishment enema- to get you clean on the inside too. You will wear nothing, no little girl punishment nightie or little girl panties. You will wear nothing and be ashamed. You will then lie on the bed on your stomach, over the pillows I’ll lay out for you.”

“Yes Jerry.” Abbey started shaking again, overwhelmed with the harsh punishment.

“How many times did you cum without asking permission?”

“Three.”

“Well then, I’m going to cover your biggest bottom plug with vicks, to make your bottom sting and pump it in and out of your bottom for three whole minutes. You are going to take it and not reach back, or your palms will feel the bite of the wooden ruler.”

“You will then stand at attention in the middle of the room. Your hands will be on your head, you will stick your boobs out and your bottom out. I will be putting pegs on your nipples and on your pussy and on your tongue. Again, you will stand there and take it. You will listen carefully as I lecture you, as an adult. As much as I love your little girl side, you are going to take this punishment as an adult. If you don’t listen, you might even get a few slaps on your face.”

“After your lecture, you are going to get back on the bed again and you are going to be spanked as an adult. I’m going to use the paddle and the cane and maybe even that black riding crop, big punishments for a big girl. And, it’s not just going on your bottom, I’m going to smack your thighs, your legs, your breasts.”

“After all this Abbey, I’m  going to wash out your bottom. I don’t want to be punished for your wrongdoing. And then I am going to fuck you. And fuck you hard. In your pussy and in your bottom.”

Abbey continued sobbing, knowing any comfort and cuddles were a long way off.

Jerry took a deep breath, it was killing him not to comfort her, just let her be the little girl she wanted to be. But he knew she had to learn. If she wanted some big girl rights, she had to take on some big girl responsibility.

“Darling, you won’t be allowed to cum. If you cum, I WILL be whipping your pussy, do you understand?”

Abbey nodded, terrified at the thought.

“After all this, Abbey-love, you will be forgiven and you can have as many cuddles as you want. You can have a warm bath and I’ll brush your hair, put you in your jammies and you can have teddy and your binky. But we will be having a conversation as we cuddle and I want you to be thinking about your answer for your whole punishment. Okay?”

Abbey nodded again, stunned into silence.

“And what we will be talking about? Well, you will have a decision to make. I don’t want this to happen again, so you will decide. Are you a big enough girl for me to trust you to ask before you have a cum? If you are then, you will have a reminder week this week. Every night your tongue will be pegged for your lying and I will spank your pussy, just with my hand. I will then fuck you in the pussy and in your bottom and you will have no cumming rights for the rest of the week. If you aren’t a big enough girl for me to trust you then that’s fine but you will not allowed to play without me there with you. Ever again. Your reminder week this week will then be a reminder how little you are. Every night when you come home from work, you will be put into diapers and you WILL use them. You will get a hard bare bottom spanking and a long corner time. I will also wash your mouth out with soap. Do you understand?”

Abbey whimpered but stood up straight. She would make Jerry proud of her, show him that she could be a good girl. A good BIG girl, “Yes Jerry, I understand.”

Jerry steadied himself, “Then let’s begin my love.”