bunny bondage
just cruisin' through
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and man has it been a while! but last night, i had a dream about an old friend of mine who gives me the best spankings i've ever had. so i sent him an email asking what he was up to these days. he told me that his computer had been fried for the last several months and that only today had he hooked up his new machine! what luck! so, he asks if i'm trying to tell him that i've been a naughty girl. i tell him i'm always a naughty girl and need to be spanked. he replied that he'd be over within a half hour. so, dressed in a white button-up shirt, red plaid skirt, white knee high stockings and little black babydoll shoes, i sat on the couch and tried not to jitter with anticipation. i picked up a book i'm reading for school and tried to relax.
i know him well enough to know that he intended to make me wait the full half hour, so i had plenty of time to panic at the fact that i couldn't find the ruler he'd given me years ago and enjoyed spanking me with. i searched my house frantically, all the time peeking out the window to see if he had arrived. (and after all this trouble, he didn't even use it!)
he showed up soon after and his presence was commanding. i plopped down on the couch and he sat beside me. he wasted no time in asking me what i had done to be a bad girl. i told him i had skipped a lot of class, and though i was passing, i wasn't doing nearly as well as i could be. he clucked his tongue and shook his head.
"go to the corner" he said, feigning dissapointment.
i hurried to obey, but i still caught the full swing of his hand as i scurried to my corner. he stood behind me and pulled my hips out to meet his. i knew to keep my nose in the corner or risk having it put there for me. the smell of his cologne was intoxicating, and i felt such a release as he tucked up my skirt and began to spank me. he wasn't doing it too hard, just enough to leave a good sting. i knew he was building up slowly, and i was relieved to give myself over to his direction and pace.
he told me to get on my knees, without letting my skirt fall, while still in the corner. i waited only a minute before he came and grabbed hold of my ear. he led me over to the bed and i ran on my tiptoes to keep up.
pushing me forward, he positioned me bent over with my arms on the bed. as he spanked me, he asked if i was going to think of this the next time i wanted to skip class.
"yes sir" i whimpered
"what?!" accompanied by a fierce slap on the ass
"yes sir!" i yelled
"now look what you've done" he said jokingly as he pulled me upright, "you've hurt my hand! go get in the corner!"
i smiled at the joke, but the punchline was yet to come.
"so," he asked "where's your paddle?"
having planned for this request, i had it laying out in the closet, so it was a simple matter to grab it and hand it to him, handle first, with my eyes to the ground.
he took me back to the bed and put me over his knee. i knew to not support myself with my arms, so i let my forehead rest on the ground, putting all the weight of my hips on his leg. he pulled my panties down and began to stroke the skin of my thighs and bottom, working on to my lower back. i could not have been more content. the surprise of him laying into my bare flesh with the paddle all of a sudden sent me bolting upright shrieking. i quickly resumed my position with my head on the floor, and was rewarded with a tender kiss on my now bruised flesh. he continued to spank me, i think sometimes with the handle of the paddle, because i've got these odd little oval shaped bruises...anyway, he switched between plunging his thick finger into my dripping wet pussy and spanking me until i was writhing underneath his strong restraining arms. he reached down and grabbed ahold of my short curly hair and pulled my head upward with each blow. i can't remember ever feeling so perfectly perfect. lifting my torso onto the bed while keeping my hips draped over his leg, he placed his forearm on the back of my neck and pushed my face into the matress. he continued to spank and finger me while i came over and over. when i was a trembling dripping ragdoll, he lifted me up to sit on his lap and gave me hugs and kisses.
afterwords, we went out to dinner! i just had such a good night that i simply had to share it with you guys!!
i know him well enough to know that he intended to make me wait the full half hour, so i had plenty of time to panic at the fact that i couldn't find the ruler he'd given me years ago and enjoyed spanking me with. i searched my house frantically, all the time peeking out the window to see if he had arrived. (and after all this trouble, he didn't even use it!)
he showed up soon after and his presence was commanding. i plopped down on the couch and he sat beside me. he wasted no time in asking me what i had done to be a bad girl. i told him i had skipped a lot of class, and though i was passing, i wasn't doing nearly as well as i could be. he clucked his tongue and shook his head.
"go to the corner" he said, feigning dissapointment.
i hurried to obey, but i still caught the full swing of his hand as i scurried to my corner. he stood behind me and pulled my hips out to meet his. i knew to keep my nose in the corner or risk having it put there for me. the smell of his cologne was intoxicating, and i felt such a release as he tucked up my skirt and began to spank me. he wasn't doing it too hard, just enough to leave a good sting. i knew he was building up slowly, and i was relieved to give myself over to his direction and pace.
he told me to get on my knees, without letting my skirt fall, while still in the corner. i waited only a minute before he came and grabbed hold of my ear. he led me over to the bed and i ran on my tiptoes to keep up.
pushing me forward, he positioned me bent over with my arms on the bed. as he spanked me, he asked if i was going to think of this the next time i wanted to skip class.
"yes sir" i whimpered
"what?!" accompanied by a fierce slap on the ass
"yes sir!" i yelled
"now look what you've done" he said jokingly as he pulled me upright, "you've hurt my hand! go get in the corner!"
i smiled at the joke, but the punchline was yet to come.
"so," he asked "where's your paddle?"
having planned for this request, i had it laying out in the closet, so it was a simple matter to grab it and hand it to him, handle first, with my eyes to the ground.
he took me back to the bed and put me over his knee. i knew to not support myself with my arms, so i let my forehead rest on the ground, putting all the weight of my hips on his leg. he pulled my panties down and began to stroke the skin of my thighs and bottom, working on to my lower back. i could not have been more content. the surprise of him laying into my bare flesh with the paddle all of a sudden sent me bolting upright shrieking. i quickly resumed my position with my head on the floor, and was rewarded with a tender kiss on my now bruised flesh. he continued to spank me, i think sometimes with the handle of the paddle, because i've got these odd little oval shaped bruises...anyway, he switched between plunging his thick finger into my dripping wet pussy and spanking me until i was writhing underneath his strong restraining arms. he reached down and grabbed ahold of my short curly hair and pulled my head upward with each blow. i can't remember ever feeling so perfectly perfect. lifting my torso onto the bed while keeping my hips draped over his leg, he placed his forearm on the back of my neck and pushed my face into the matress. he continued to spank and finger me while i came over and over. when i was a trembling dripping ragdoll, he lifted me up to sit on his lap and gave me hugs and kisses.
afterwords, we went out to dinner! i just had such a good night that i simply had to share it with you guys!!
