angela146
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Some time ago, a friend of ours (single, female, a couple of years older than me, short, "full-figured", attractive in a cuddly kind of way, strawberry-blonde) misinterpreted something that happened among a group of mutual friends.
She wrongly inferred that I had been spreading rumors about her and sent me a very hurtful email telling me how bad a person I was. Since I knew she had her facts wrong, it shouldn't have hurt me - but - she has a real talent for shoving daggers into a person's weaknesses. Her email hit me where it would hurt the most.
What she said really hurt me despite the fact that I didn't deserve it. It made me cry.
Later, I was angry. I did what I often do when a friend hurts me: I punished her - in a fantasy. I took my clothes off, climbed under the covers, put my hands between my legs, closed my eyes and imagined her over my lap with her slacks and panties pulled down.
I gave her the hardest, longest, cruelest spanking I could imagine. I made her scream, beg for mercy, struggle and kick - all to no avail. The spanks kept coming. She got punished way beyond anything that a human could take outside of a fantasy.
And, of course, I came long and hard.
A week later, when we saw her again, she was ashen-faced. In the mean time, she had found out that it wasn't me who had spread the rumors. She was afraid I would never speak to her again. I went up to her and gave her a big hug.
She apologized profusely and asked if I could ever forgive her.
I told her (soto voce) that it was OK, I had already punished her. She looked at me in fear, wondering if I had done something to get even. I said, "I my daydreams: I put you over my lap, bared your bottom and spanked the daylights out of you - and I got off on it."
Her eyes went wide - you see, she's very homophobic. It's not that she hates gays/lesbians, it's just that the idea of anything erotic between too women makes her cringe at the "icky" factor. The very thought of me getting off on a fantasy of spanking her sent a wave of nausea through her.
"Really?" she said?
"No," I said with a smile, "but you deserved it."
She relaxed a little, not sure what to think, not sure if I had made it up or if I had actually done it. Every few minutes for the next couple of hours, she would look over at me and wonder.
When we said our goodbyes, she asked "Did you?"
I smiled again. "Don't worry about it."
She said, "I promise I won't hurt your feelings ever again."
To this day, she doesn't know for sure if I did it or not - and, I've done similar things off and on since then, just cuz it's fun to think about how she would react.
And she's really cute... too bad she's not even close to being bi...
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No, this post wasn't about my messing with *her* mind...
It was about messing with *your* mind.
Gottcha!
Sweet dreams...
She wrongly inferred that I had been spreading rumors about her and sent me a very hurtful email telling me how bad a person I was. Since I knew she had her facts wrong, it shouldn't have hurt me - but - she has a real talent for shoving daggers into a person's weaknesses. Her email hit me where it would hurt the most.
What she said really hurt me despite the fact that I didn't deserve it. It made me cry.
Later, I was angry. I did what I often do when a friend hurts me: I punished her - in a fantasy. I took my clothes off, climbed under the covers, put my hands between my legs, closed my eyes and imagined her over my lap with her slacks and panties pulled down.
I gave her the hardest, longest, cruelest spanking I could imagine. I made her scream, beg for mercy, struggle and kick - all to no avail. The spanks kept coming. She got punished way beyond anything that a human could take outside of a fantasy.
And, of course, I came long and hard.
A week later, when we saw her again, she was ashen-faced. In the mean time, she had found out that it wasn't me who had spread the rumors. She was afraid I would never speak to her again. I went up to her and gave her a big hug.
She apologized profusely and asked if I could ever forgive her.
I told her (soto voce) that it was OK, I had already punished her. She looked at me in fear, wondering if I had done something to get even. I said, "I my daydreams: I put you over my lap, bared your bottom and spanked the daylights out of you - and I got off on it."
Her eyes went wide - you see, she's very homophobic. It's not that she hates gays/lesbians, it's just that the idea of anything erotic between too women makes her cringe at the "icky" factor. The very thought of me getting off on a fantasy of spanking her sent a wave of nausea through her.
"Really?" she said?
"No," I said with a smile, "but you deserved it."
She relaxed a little, not sure what to think, not sure if I had made it up or if I had actually done it. Every few minutes for the next couple of hours, she would look over at me and wonder.
When we said our goodbyes, she asked "Did you?"
I smiled again. "Don't worry about it."
She said, "I promise I won't hurt your feelings ever again."
To this day, she doesn't know for sure if I did it or not - and, I've done similar things off and on since then, just cuz it's fun to think about how she would react.
And she's really cute... too bad she's not even close to being bi...
---
No, this post wasn't about my messing with *her* mind...
It was about messing with *your* mind.
Gottcha!
Sweet dreams...
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