The Hits and Misses of a Girl in the City

Had a day with my own thoughts in town today doing recon for Christmas presents which is organised for me. Wandering around a cook store looking for a whistling kettle for my Dad I couldn’t help noticing items that could be used as part of my hobbies. I resisted purchasing today but I may be back.

These look interesting...

Probably not as harsh as a wooden spoon but feels like it might deliver a good sting!

Then there’s these...

Perfectly innocent of course, but applied to a bottom???

This left me googling unusual spanking implements. One thing I came across that might not be strong enough to actually deliver a blow but can produce an interesting sting is one of these...

There seems to be mixed results about electric fly swatters, from mild tingles, to good sting, to downright dangerous! I wonder if anyone has any experience?

Sam went next again, as you can see, a fresh start.

As her time started she span to face me and shouted ‘drop them!’

Although Sam couldn’t take her clothes off, no one said I couldn’t. Bending and sticking my ass out I took a sensual rather than painful hand spanking.

My apologies if I ramble, I’m quite tipsy!

The fact that tonight was Sam and my first party as a couple was not ignored. Lots of good natured teasing and nudging. Apparently most people had always suspected Sam likes girls, she clearly wished they’d mentioned it. Everyone was really pleased though.

Ben was there and was behaving well. He was chatting and joking but stayed clear of us and didn’t join in the games.

The girls challenge was the ‘woody generation game’ some girls were paired with a boy. The boy dropped their trousers. The girl then had 30 seconds to induce an erection, you couldn’t touch the boy or remove any of your clothes?!

Sam’s been the whirlwind, she’s rearranged the party for tonight and told Ben we are both going and he needs to get over himself, grow a pair and be there!

Sam’s been on the phone to her friend. It kicked off at the party last night when Ben turned up pissed and as I’m sure you can imagine was vocally slagging off Sam and myself before turning on everyone else.

He was sent home to sleep it off and do some serious thinking. The party was abandoned.

Sam’s gone to see Ben, I suspect he’ll get a good talking to!

After a leisurely start we decided that with a little sun in the sky we would head to the beach. Sam’s favourite being Formby we headed there.

It was not as warm as we had hoped (or dressed for) but we ignored the funny looks and made our own heat.

There were maniacs in the sea!!!

After lots of opportunities to hold hands, cuddle and kiss, we rounded a lovely day off with a traditional tea.

It was just nice to be out together.

Chilling after an athletic night with Sam. I am really jealous that my first glance of her bottom last night revealed a single linear bruise tracing her single cane stroke. The kind of mark I dream of!!!

Sam has said she would happily come to Caroles with me again. She has gone no further than to say she ‘may’ have her own punishment but it would have to be spur of the moment, she wouldn’t want to have to sit worrying about it.

Without hesitation I had been positioned leaning over the dining table while Carole briefed Sam.

“The benefit of the slipper is it gets them worried and it doesn’t hurt your hand. You can apply it over your knee but I like to bend them over a desk, you get a better swing. It takes a little preparation but it doesn’t take as long to produce a nicely punished bottom and a very sorry little girl.”

Without looking I could tell that, through the magic of footwear coming in pairs, they were both brandishing a ‘weapon’

Again my skirt was lifted. “With a big slipper you can deal with the whole bottom at once but it’s the toe that whacks so I still prefer to go from cheek to cheek. Lift your arm high, kick your eyes on the target and...”

POP! My bottom exploded as the rubber sole made firm, sharp contact! No break, POP!

POP! POP! My bottom bounced in pain. After only 6 whacks I had moist eyes and clutched my butt.

Sam looked more cautious when offered her turn but lay herself down and lifted her own skirt. Carole whacked the slipper down (I suspect lighter than on me) but Sam jumped, she did however request a second stroke!!!

Carole didn’t need asking twice a delivered a more satisfying whack. Sam looked positively flushed. Picking her slipper back up m she indicated I get back down, with a naughty glint in her eye.

An evening at Caroles, back on form. I’ve dropped Sam off at home now but she was so enthused about the whole experience, she didn’t stop talking about how my bottom did this, and the noise of that and my reaction to the other. I’m not moaning I’m so relieved she enjoyed it and got more involved than I (or she) expected. Carole was fantastic with her.

We arrived as two school girls, pretty well matched, sporting our new ties. Sam looked more anxious than me, even though she was safe!

Carole was as welcoming as ever and with a big smile ushered Sam into the lounge. Then with a more thunderous face, “you young lady in here, in that corner, hands on your head.”

I was left in the dining room and could hear mumbled chat from next door. Initially it was all Carole, then I heard Sam laugh, and then Sam started ‘chatting away’.

After around 10 minutes the pair of them joined me in the dining room though I was initially ignored as Carole set her scene. It went a bit like this...

“Right Samantha, now you’ve been appointed prefect you are going to be partially responsible for disciplining a group of girls. I’m very aware that your behaviour has been exemplary while here and I couldn’t find your name in the punishment book. I thought therefore it would be useful to demonstrate the options available to you.”

I didn’t spot it at first but Carole has given Sam a badge, and better still let her keep it...

“Jennifer here has been in quite a lot of trouble. If she caused you any problems you would have three options, apply your hand or slipper to her bottom, or ask to borrow a cane. Today we’ll have a little try with all three. I will demonstrate and then you can have a try yourself. I would suggest, but it’s up to you, that you feel one smack with each yourself, so you can gauge the effect. See as you go on!”

Two matching ties ordered to collect and winging it on finding a skirt while I’m out!?

She looked a little uncertain but Sam has said yes to tomorrow night. I think she’s quite keen on dressing us both as schoolgirls but she’s keeping her skirt, I’ve got to go shopping!

I had tea, just tea, at Caroles last night. She wanted to talk about Saturday as she was feeling a bit guilty that we didn’t have a bit of ‘normal’ time. She felt she needed to let me meet her friend and see how it went without getting too personal.

I told her I’d been comfortable with the situation but it hadn’t been the exciting experience I’d been used to as there had been little narrative, pretty much... in, smacked bottom, out. Carole looked disappointed but I did tell her the spanking itself had been great. The treatment my butt received on the table had the intensity, without being brutal, that I supposed my real Dad had been implying whenever he’d threatened me with ‘a good hiding’!

Carole suggested our old friend the school scenario might be one to try. She could be my teacher, punish me, and then take me to the headmaster for the cane. I was naturally enthusiastic.

I broached the subject of Sam, which was of great interest to Carole. I explained that she clearly didn’t want to be hit herself but being part of my punishment could be interesting. Carole was very encouraging and again suggested schoolgirls. Her thinking that dressing up would bring Sam into the scenario in a way that just coming along might not.

I’m home, waiting for Sam to see if she will keep her promise to rub my bottom better.

I got to Caroles as a daughter returning home, greeted with anger. Once again I was dragged by my ear into the living room. Wearing denim shorts and a white t-shirt I had a repeated smacking of the back of my legs with Caroles hard hand. I was them made to stand in the corner being told, for the first time, “wait til your father gets home” This phrase sent a tingle down my back.

After around ten minutes the front door opened and I heard an angry male voice asking “where is she?”

My tummy fluttered, as after a little indecipherable muttering a firm hand grabbed my arm and pulled me roughly across the room. I had my first view of my temporary ‘father’ a tall man in his fifties, dark but greying hair with a bushy moustache. I was quickly over his knee. Carole entered and handed him a small square wooden paddle with which the seat of my shorts began to be beaten.

It was fast and hard but was just what I needed, which meant I don’t think I gave the reaction he was after.

The beating stopped and I was stood up, within a minute we had moved to the dining room and my shorts had been ordered off and I was lying flat across the dining table. It was so cold against my bare legs and belly where my T-shirt had ridden up. Carole adjusted my knickers pulling them up into my arse crack leaving my bum cheeks exposed. Then began the hardest hand smacked bottom I can remember. Taking a a cheek each their hands began to pummel my butt. They were hard and fast and quickly I started to cry but gritted my teeth and took the spanking. What I think made it hardest was not the force of their hands on my bare flesh but the fact that they weren’t smacking in sequence. They hit me at their own pace and the worst sting swapped from cheek to cheek leaving me rolling left an right. For the first time in a long time a gave in and called things to a halt.

They stopped the punishment immediately but continued the role play, telling me off in turn for my behaviour. I was told I could leave. Carefully returning my shorts to their place and feeling the burn I sat very carefully in the car.

I don’t remember feeling so anxious for a long long time.

I’ve had an invitation to visit Carole and her male friend on Saturday night.

After Sam was so determined to talk to Ben before we got too serious I thought that I should be honest with her about the realities of my spanking activities beyond what she has seen.

This could have been a problem, forcing me to turn away from something I’ve come to crave...

Sam was clearly surprised and had lots of questions; however she wasn’t disappointed.

I sense that Sam won’t be joining me but seems happy for me to continue. She did offer to rub my bottom better if it got too sore, tempting!!!

I suspect she may be tempted to participate in some role play without putting her bottom in harms way, she mentioned a few times that she would enjoy seeing me spanked.

For a few reasons Thursday night didn’t happen; but Friday night did!!!

Who would have thought that sex without a penis in sight could be so amazing!? It did begin with a bit of awkward fumbling and I weirdly felt like I was losing my virginity again.

But as we explored each other’s bodies, animal instinct kicked in.

I woke this morning, aching but grinning with Sam’s limbs wrapped around me.