I’m a freelance consultant in the area of computer software
development. Call me Al. I normally work for large
corporations on a contract basis for a few months per stint. I
recently moved to New York from the San Francisco area, and
since I was starting in a new city where I had no business
contacts, I was forced make use of contract placement
companies, also known as “headhunter agencies”. These are
middlemen who try to get contracts for people like me in return
for a cut of the money. They way this works is that after the
agency gets me a interview that results in a job, I sign up as
an employee of the agency, who then bills me out at a higher
rate to the company where I actually work. (more…)
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Sunday, November 23rd, 2008Amanda
Thursday, November 13th, 2008
I thought I was a freak. You see, I am a girl and I like wearing
diapers. When I say diapers I mean diapers and rubber pants. I
was glad to learn that other people, especially women, wore diapers
too.
It started when I was sixteen. I had a friend take me to get my
drivers license. I was taking the written examination when I
noticed the girl across the counter from me was dancing around.
She was hopping from one foot to the other. I thought she was so
nervous she would never pass the driving test even If she passed
the written test. Just as I finished the written test I heard her
sigh with relief and I thought she must have finished too. I soon
found out what she had finished. She had just finished peeing.
She had been dancing around trying to hold it in but had finally
let go. It was not obvious that was what had happened. But, as
she came up to turn in her test I heard a woman say “You wet your
diaper, didn’t you?” The girl said “Yes momma, I tried to hold it
but could not wait any longer.” I made It a point to look but
could see no sign that she was wearing a diaper, let alone a wet
one. Her mom must have noticed her dancing around and knew when
the girl quit what had happened.
I was told it would be about an hour before I could take my driving
test so I decided to use the ladies room while I waited. As I came
out of the stall in the ladies room I saw the same girl. She was
laying on the floor with her skirt around her waist. She was
wearing a wet diaper which her mother was removing. I washed my
hands real slow as I watched in the mirror over the sink. When the
diaper was off her, her mother washed her up, put another diaper
under her and pinned it In place. She handed the girl a pair of
rubber pants. The girl stood up, pulled the rubber pants up, let
her skirt down and they left the room. By the time I got out of
the ladies room they were calling my name to take my driving test.
I do not remember taking the driving test but I passed It and got
my license. All during the test all I thought about was seeing the
girl get her diapers changed. On the way home I told my friend
about It. I do not remember telling him about it either. He told
me later that I had told him. I guess I was to preoccupied to know
what was happening at the time.
Jerry often walked me to school as he lived down the block from me.
Shortly after I got my license he was walking me to school and
asked If I had thought about what we talked about. I said I had no
Idea what he was referring to. He said “About the diapers.” I
said “What diapers?” He then told me I had told him about seeing
the girl wearing diapers and getting them changed and he had asked
me If I wanted to wear diapers. I told him I did not recall any
such conversation and I had no Intention of wearing diapers.
“And,” I said, “even If I did want to wear diapers I would not be
about to tell you.” Jerry said if I changed my mind, he would like
to see me In them. I slapped him and walked faster.
On the way home that afternoon Jerry caught up with me and said he
was sorry, he did not mean to upset me. I told him I accepted his
apology. He asked If I minded If we talked about what I had seen.
I asked why. He said he diapered his sister at night and sometimes
he diapered her during the day too. He was just wondering if other
girls wore diapers. I said none that I knew of. He said that he
was trying to be honest with me when he said if I wore diapers he
would like to see me In them. In fact, he said, he would like to
change them for me. I slapped him again and walked home alone.
About a week later Jerry caught up with me as I was walking home
from school. He said he had a surprise for me. He gave me a
nicely wrapped package. Jerry said I was not to open it until I
was alone. That night I opened the package In my room. It
contained two diapers, pins, baby powder and rubber pants. I was
mad and if he had been there I would have slapped him again. I do
not know why, but I did not throw them out. I put the package in
the back of my closet. Every few days I would get them out and
look at them.
Jerry was right, I did want to try on the diapers. I just did not
want to admit it. Before long, I was not just looking at the
diapers, I was taking them out and feeling them. Finally, I tried
them on. They did not feel as good as I had Imagined. Later It
dawned on me, I had not used the powder Jerry had given me. The
next time I tried the diapers, I powdered myself first. The
diapers felt better then, but they still did not feel right. I had
no idea what was missing though.
Just before school was out for the summer, I wore the diapers to
school. As usual, Jerry caught up and walked with me. We were
almost at school when he said I smelled good, like baby powder.
Then he said “You are wearing the diapers aren’t you?” I said I
was not but he did not believe me. He asked If I was going to let
him see them. I denied having them on and slapped him for asking.
I made sure he missed me going home that afternoon.
A couple of days after school was out Jerry and his sister came
over. They were going to get an ice cream and wanted to know if I
wanted to go with them. On the way back Jerry asked if I wanted to
stop at his house and play Monopoly. When we got to his house I
found out his mom was not home. I was not supposed to have boys
visit unless my mom was home but was not sure if I could visit his
house. Since his sister was there, I decided it would probably be
okay.
While we were playing Monopoly, in the living room, Jenny got up
and wet towards the bathroom. I assumed she had to go until she
came back carrying diapers, washcloth, and powder. Jerry said we
would continue the game as soon as he changed Jenny. With that she
pulled her skirt up around her waist and laid on the floor. Just
like the girl I had seen before, she was wearing rubber pants over
a wet diaper.
Jerry pulled down her rubber pants, took off her wet diaper, and
wiped her with the washcloth. Jerry pulled a dry diaper under her,
powdered her, pinned the diaper in place and pulled her rubber
pants back up. After she had been changed we continued our game.
Jenny asked if I wore diapers too. I started to deny it but
Instead admitted I did. She asked if Jerry changed me when I wet.
I told her of course not and she wanted to know who did change me
when I wet. I said I never wet the diapers and I put them on
myself. She said that was no fun. Half the fun was wetting the
diapers and the other half was getting them changed. She asked If
I was wearing diapers then and I said no. Jenny said Jerry would
probably diaper me if I wanted and she would loan me hers.
Jerry said he would be glad to diaper me and Jenny could watch. I
was reluctant and at the same time I wanted to say yes. Jenny ran
Into the other room and came back with diapers, pins, and rubber
pants. By then I had decided that as long as Jenny was in the room
Jerry would not try to take advantage of me. I pulled my skirt up
like she had done and laid on the floor. Jerry took my panties
down, pulled a diaper under me, powdered me, and pinned the diaper
In place. He tried putting the rubber pants on me but they were
too small so I pulled my skirt down and we continued our game.
Jenny was right about one thing, having Jerry diaper me was a lot
better than diapering myself.
Jenny said I was as hairy down there as Jerry. I asked if she had
seen him getting his diapers changed. She called me silly saying
boys did not wear diapers, only girls. I asked how she knew he was
hairy down there and she said she had seen him in the shower. She
said it as If I was asking silly questions. What I was hoping was
that he wore diapers so I could diaper him like he had just
diapered me.
We had just finished the game when Jerry’s mom came home. I had
planned on leaving before she got there so we would not get in
trouble. She did not seem to mind that I was there when no adults
were present. Then I realized I was in a diaper and my panties
were on the floor behind me where she might see them. She did too,
she picked them up and asked If they were mine. What could I do?
I said they were. She simply said that be naked under my skirt was
not acceptable behavior. Jenny said I was not naked, Jerry had
diapered me. I thought we were really in for it then. Jerry’s mom
said that was okay then, as long as I was not naked. She then
asked if I wanted to stay for supper.
After supper we played another game of Monopoly. When the game was
over I had to go to the bathroom. Jenny had wet her diaper and
Jerry had changed her while I watched again. When I said I had to
go to the bathroom Jerry’s mom said I should wet my diaper and
after Jerry changed me I should be getting home before It got dark.
I said I did not think wetting the diaper was a good Idea as I did
not have any rubber pants and my skirt would get wet. She said if
I pulled up the skirt It would not get wet.
I did not want to wet while they watched but I seemed to be in a
position where I had no choice so I did as she said. Even though
she was in the room, she paid no attention as Jerry changed me. He
took down my wet diaper, washed me, powdered me, put a dry diaper
on me and I went home wearing the diaper. Again, Jenny was right,
wetting the diaper and having Jerry change It was fun. I went home
wearing the diaper. I never did see those panties again.
I knew that my mom would not have the same attitude as Jerry’s mom
about my wearing diapers, let alone having Jerry put them on me and
change them when I wet. I intended to wear them and wet them
whenever Jerry wanted. Because of this, I spent as much of the
summer as I could at Jerry’s house. He did not diaper me all the
time but I let him know I would let him diaper me whenever he
wanted. His mom even bought rubber pants that fit me so I could
wet my diapers without having to worry about getting my skirts wet.
The first time Jerry changed me when his dad was in the room I was
so nervous I started to pee again once he had my diaper down.
Jerry calmly held another diaper over me while I wet. He then
continued to diaper me as If nothing had happened. His dad was
reading the paper and I do not think he even noticed that I was
getting my wet diaper changed, let alone that I peed while my
diaper was down.
Jerry continued to diaper me for the next two years. After high
school he went away to college. I went to a different college. I
took diapers and rubber pants with me but It was just not the same.
I have not seen Jerry since we went away to college. I have not
met anyone who I would like to diaper me so I do not wear them
often anymore. Maybe some day I will meet Jerry again, or at least
someone who I would feel comfortable telling my secret to.
amanda the nubile
Wednesday, November 12th, 2008 She hit the space bar a few times and the Reavers’ computer started to
output its tremendous date file. “They have been very thorough”, Elizabeth
thought, as details of her childhood scrolled past. Another monitor showed
digitized photos of times and places she’d forgotten a long time ago. “Now
where did they get those?” she wondered, whispering it aloud.
She had looked very different at the time of her first serious modelling.
Her breasts were smaller then, her body tighter, her face younger. She
still remembered the thoughts running around in photographer’s head – being
a teenage mindreader can be very educational. Elizabeth had learned to accept
that as she grew older and wiser, and nowadays she never peeked really deep
into other person’s mind. There was never anything beautiful to be found,
only guilt, hate and chaos their conscious level was never aware of. She had,
of course, been taught the tricks of the trade by the undisputed master,
professor Xavier, but sometimes she wondered if she really could adjust how
deep she probed. Perhaps she saw everything other people had stuffed inside
their heads, just refusing to know it consciously.
Sensors indicated someone at the door, but she didn’t have to look at the
monitor to recognize her. Dazzler, the show-off mutant with power to transform
sound into light, entered the room carrying two cups of coffee.
“Found anything interesting?” she asked as she set the cups on a small table.
“No”, Elizabeth said and reached for the cup. She didn’t have to look at it
directly, since she saw it through Alison’s eyes. The multimedia show on the
monitor ended and another menu appeared. She sipped her coffee and swallowed
it quickly, because it was still a little bit hot.
“Have the boys returned?” she asked back.
“Not yet”, Alison said and inserted the cassette into the stereo. It was U2’s
Rattle and Hum, one of her favorites after Tina Turner. The bass line of
“Bullet” filled the air, first loud, then quieter as Alison loaded her body
with music.
“It’s OK, they can definitely take care of theirselves”, Elizabeth said and
drank again, this time ready for heat. “We survived the Inferno, defeated
Reavers, even M-Squad…” – she giggled now with Alison – “they really would
not let a bunch of common crooks give them any trouble, now would they?”
“Definitely”, Alison answered.
“How’s Rogue?”
“Still sleeping. I checked her a five minutes ago. The sedative is still
effective.”
“Do you think that she’s going to get herself together?” Elizabeth asked.
Alison took some time before answering. They both knew what Rogue had to
go through every day, probably until the end of her life. She was never
able to touch anyone, since slightest physical contact caused her to suck
the target’s mind into her body, turn to him. It was not a beautiful sight
nor a happy state of mind. She had – accidentally – taken Carol Danvers
permanently inside her, and these personas hadn’t gotten along very well
recently. All that was needed to that was to touch her a little bit too
long. She could never feel what it was like to sleep a whole night with
someone she loved, naked bodies touching each other everywhere, every time.
Her crimes had been notorious, yes, but the punishment had been out of
every proportion.
“I… really don’t know. We must hope so.”
Elizabeth streched her hands and yawned. She looked at the clock and was
surprised to realize that it was so late already. Her shoulders felt like
she was Colossus. Alison was quick to help her teammate and stepped behind
her. Elizabeth relaxed in her chair as Alison started rubbing her shoulders
and neck.
“That feels nice”, she complimented. Her hand reached for a key, but she
stumbled and hit the key next to the one she’d intended. “Hmph”, she said,
pressing the right key, but the machine was already running. Another multi-
media about her started to run.
“Browsing through your file?” Alison asked, running her fingertips over
and over her shoulders. “Isn’t it surprising how they got all that data
about us. You know, my file is full of stuff I wasn’t aware of myself.”
Elizabeth didn’t bother to stop the computer, instead she leaned back,
closed her eyes and let Alison relax her completely. She breathed peace-
fully, her mind wondering around. Suddenly Alison’s hands stopped what
they were doing, just in the middle of where they really shouldn’t have
done that. Elizabeth felt like a symphony had ended abruptly into sound
of everyday noise.
“Don’t stop”, she said quickly, with her eyes shut. Alison was stunned
for a second, they she started making a sound reminding Elizabeth of when
her girlfriends had caught her kissing a boy when she was twelve. She saw
the reason in her mind when Alison started to giggle.
Elizabeth’s eyes and mouth opened wide and she reached for the keyboard.
On the monitor there were sensuos photos of her – without a strand. She
gasped for air with disbelief – the guy had promised to destroy those
photos when she’d came over next day to tell that she’d changed her mind!
How could she have been so naive and stupid then? Alison was giggling aloud
now, almost falling down on the floor as Elizabeth pressed the buttons
frantically, trying to make the computer stop.
…End of the part1. To be continued..
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Tuesday, November 11th, 2008
DENTISTS CHAIR Chapter 2 Modelling Cheryl part2 I’ve gotta get some new ones in here, he thought to himself as he flipped through a ten year old copy of National Geographic. He took a sip of coffee and realized that he had left the morning paper in his car. He stood up and walked to the door. Upon opening it, he nearly ran over a blonde woman who was hold her cheek. “I’m terribly sorry, are you okay?” he said helping her to her feet. “Uh-huh,” she said nodding a bit. “Are you the dentist?” “Yes I am, are you here for a checkup?” he said opening the door and letting her in. …End of the part2. To be continued..
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Monday, November 10th, 2008 Archive-author:
Archive-title: White Boots
Sandy came to our office to fill out some paperwork before
beginning our program. I got the forms she needed and directed
her to the small conference room in our suite. Pulling up a
chair, I indicated the chair across from me and asked her to please sit down.
I got her started on filling out the forms and then sat back to wait
for her to finish.
As she worked I looked down to see that she was wearing short white
boots, the kind that come up just above a woman’s ankle. Her boots
were kind of pointed at the toes and had short heels. Still filling
out the forms, she absentmindedly bobbed her boots up and down, rocking
them on their heels.
I couldn’t help but tell her how much I liked her boots. She smiled
and seemed very pleased. Turning her chair, she picked up her feet
and placed them in my lap. “Go ahead and touch them,” Sandy said.
I reached down and allowed my hands to move over the smooth, hard,
white leather as she ground her heels into my crotch. “Kiss them,”
she ordered, and I leaned down and kissed the tip of each boot..
“How much do you like them?” she asked next. I told her I liked
them so much that I was ready to come right then and there just
from seeing them. “Then I want you to come now. Take yourself out
of your pants and come for me right now.” She shifted her feet so
that I could release my cock, already erect and dripping. Once my
cock was free and waving in the air shemoved her white boots so that
her heels were right at the base of my cock, her dirty soles facing
me. I took my rod in hand and began to stroke it. As I did she
moved her back and forth a little, occasionally rubbing them against
my cock and balls.
“Are you going to come for me,” Sandy asked. I said that I’d do
anything she wanted. “Then I want you to shoot your load on my
boots and then lick them clean.” I continued to jerk off,
feeling the pressure inside my balls building. “Kneel on the
floor,” she ordered, taking her feet from my lap and placing
them on the floor. I got off of the chair and positioned myself
in front of her so that my cock was right over her white boots.
“Now come for me,” she said. I pumped as fast as I could, my hips
bucking hard, feeling electricity in my back, and soon my cream was
shooting out and falling on the tops of her sexy boots. I continued
to milk my cock until the last drops had fallen onto her boots and
the floor. “Now lick them clean for me.” I leaned forward and taking
one of her boots in hand, I touched my tongue to a smear of come,
tasting the sweet-salty, fresh-smelling fluid that coated her
heeled boots. I licked across the top, scooping up the come
with my tongue and swallowing it. When I had finished with the
first boot, I lifted the second and performed the same service.
As I continued to kneel on the floor, my cock hanging out of my
pants, Sandy pushed her chair back, stood up, and walked out
of the room without a work. As she neared the front doors of our
office suite, she did turn to say “There are a few drops of your
come on the floor. Lick them up.” I leaned forward and cleaned the
carpet as she asked. When I had finished and looked up she was gone.
Leaning back against a table, trying to recover my senses, I looked
down to see that juices had continued to leak from my now softened
rod and had soaked the front of my pants.
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Sunday, November 9th, 2008 Archive-author:
Archive-title: My Kinkiest Sex Experiance
My name is Wendy, I’m a 30 year old Lesbian and although I’ve had a
lot of Lesbian lovers in my time, I never really been into Kinky sex.
However, Iv’e got to tell you about my Kinkiest sex experiance – god
my pussy gets wet just thinking about it!
I’ll start by describing myself. I’m 5′ 5″, 145 lbs., with Brown hair,
Green eyes. I measure 44-34-38 ( I can be described as Rubinesque ).
My breasts are huge as you can tell and they are very sensitive. I have
above average body hair. I keep my pussy hair well trimmed, although I
somtimes let it, as well as the hair under my arms grow. I love the
sight of a women with lots of hair under her arms.
My Kinkiest sex experiance involves a women I met at work named Kim.
She is nearly the same size as I am, except she has curly blond hair.
We became good friends at work and had gotten together after work a
couple of times for drinks. I suspected that she might be a Lesbian or
at least Bi, but I didn’t want to approach her about it. If I was going
to have sex with her, then it would happen eventually.
One Saturday, Kim was coming over to go shopping with me. She said that
she would be here at noon, but she was a half-hour early. I had just
gotten out of the shower and had to throw on a robe to answer the door.
Kim was wearing a sweat suit and had a clothes bag with her. Shw said
that she had just finished her workout. She said that she wanted to
take a shower before we left for the mall. I showed her to the shower
in my bedroon. She walked into the bathroom and started to undress
right in front of me. I was surprised but did not try to leave. She
smiled and kept right on telling me about her workout. When she got
her top and bra off, I could’nt believe my eyes. Her tits were as big
as mine, with large pink nipples – Uhm! They looked so good. I wanted
to suck on them so bad. I felt my pulse quicken and I gave a barely
audible sigh. Kim then took off her pants and her cotton panties. I
have never seem a hairier pussy in my life. She had a small trail of
hair all the way up to her navel. She turned her back to me as she
kiked off her panties and I could see that she had very light hair
all along the crack of her ass. But then I happened to notice her
underarms. My God!! They were covered with hair. I swear I almost came
just looking at her underarms. My pussy was dripping by now. When she
turned around, she could tell that I was turned on. She said “Would
you like to shower with me?” I could’nt get out of my cloths fast
enough. I got into the shower with her and we started rubbing each
others breats. With the warm water running down us, It felt so good.
I leaned over and kissed her mouth, our tongues entwining. I was now
so hot, that I would come soon. So I decided to get down on my knees
and get a better look at her pussy. I ran my fingers over her slit.
Her cunt lips were puffy and spread apart already. I pulled her lips
as far as I could and licked the entire length of her pussy. I then
sucked her large erect clit into my mouth and twirled my tongue around
and around on it. She was moaning and started to buck on my face. She
must have had a real workout earlier because I could smell her muskie
sweat, especially around her pussy. After a few more tongue lashing
she started to talk dirty too me. “Oh suck my pussy, you beautiful
cunt”. “Lick it, Oh yeaa ..right there.. you bitch.. your making me
come with your tongue.. you slut”. She then started to jerk around
and started coming on my tongue. Her juices squirted into my mouth
and I drank it all in. We then washed each other up and got out and
dried off. I started to dress, when she stopped with a soft wisper in
my ear – “Now it’s my turn to suck your pussy, baby”. She then licked
my ear and pushed me onto the bed. She got between my legs and spread
them wide. She then started licking my thighs and rubbing my bush with
her hands. I was still so hot, that I had to have her tongue in me now.
I grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face into my pussy. She
pulled back and said, “Wait, baby. Let me do this my way”. She then
spread my pussy lips and put two fingers in me. She said, “Oh, Wendy
your pussy is so big, I think I can get my whole fist inside”. At that
point, I didn’t care what she put in my cunt – I was so damn hory. She
worked two, then three, then four fingers into my hole. She said,
“Come on Wendy, loosen your pussy for me”. She then tucked her thumb
into her fist and slipped her entire fist into my now gapping hole.
I have never felt a sensation like it before. My pussy had never had
anything that big in it before. I humped my ass into the air to meet
her thrusts. Kims said, “Wendy, my fist is inside of you and I’m fuck-
ing you”. I said, “Oh Kim, fuck me faster, you fist fuckin’ cunt”.
She said, “Get on your knees, baby. I want to lick your asshole while
I fist fuck you”. I get on my hands and knees, all the time keeping
her fist in me. Kim spread my ass cheeks with her other hand and ran
her tongue over my asshole. I screamed, “Ah, Kim, baby, put your tongue
up my ass”. She worked her tongue into my asshole all the way. When
she did this, I came and came. My pussy was contracting on her fist
as the walls of my anus contracted on her tongue. She said, “I’m gonna
fist fuck your asshole too”. I swear I came again just hearing her say
that. She worked two fingers into my ass and I felt my sphincter loosen
up. Then three fingers, and then four, and then tucked her theumb into
her fist and all at once she rammed her fist all the way up my ass.
I screamed in pain, but the pain soom turned to pleasure as she worked
her fists in and out of my pussy and ass. I soon started comming in
waves. Again, and again, over and over, so many that I lost count. She
then slowly pulled her fists out of my pussy and asshole. All of the
fist action had left my pussy slightly soar and left my asshole gapping
open about an inch. She said, “Oh Wendy, your asshole is streched out
so big”. She then licked the rim of my ass very lightly, It felt sooo
good. My pussy was so wide open that she was able to lick way inside
me, farther than I could have imagined. She was actually licking the
walls of my cunt. It was heaven. I came so violently that I almost
broke her nose!
She turned me over and laid on top of me. Her big tits were mashed
on mine. Her nipples were so big and erect. She rose up and fed a
nipple into my mouth. I sucked on it and bit down gently. I was really
getting into her tits, when she said, “Lets eat each other, baby”.
She then spun around and put her ass right over my face. I reached up
and licked her pussy lips. She tasted so sweet. She was returning
the favor when she stopped and said, “Wendy, I want to pee in your
mouth”. I stopped and sat up and said “No, I don’t think so”. She
said, “Come on, Wendy, you’ll love it. It tastes so good and sweet”.
She then grabbed me by the arms and pushed me down on the bed. I did’nt
realize how strong she was. She had me pinned and I could’nt do any-
thing about it. I was helpless. She positioned her pussy over my mouth
and grabbed my hair with her hand and pulled had. She said, “Come on
you cunt, suck my pussy”. I decided to give in. I did’nt have a choice.
I licked her cunt lick there was no tomorrow. I sucked on her clit
until she was bucking and thrashing on my face. As she was ready to
come, she said, “Wendy, when I come Im going to pee in your mouth”.
Her pussy started to contract and I could taste her cum. Then all
at once a warm stream of piss was shooting into my mouth. It was sweet
and warm and actually tasted good. She peed for about thity seconds and
I had to keep swallowing to drink it all down. When she was done, she
said, “Oh baby that was so good. I want you to pee in my mouth now”.
I positioned my pussy over her mouth and she started to eat me. She
licked my hole like never before. She would alternate licking my clit
with her tongue putting her tongue all the way up my cunt. I could’nt
last much longer. I was moaning and screaming her name. As I was ready
to come, I said, “Kim baby, I’m gonna come and pee in your mouth”.
She said, “Oh yea, do it now baby”. As I came I let out steady stream
of hot, sweet piss, right in her mouth. She swallowed and swallowed
to get it all down. I rolled off her and colapsed beside her. I then
nuzzled up to her and said, “Thanks Kim, that was wonderful”. I then
gave her a long French kiss. I could taste and smell my own piss.
I can’t wait until she introduces me to other water sports.
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Fetish tammi txt part3
Saturday, November 8th, 2008 panties and risen from out of the closet and now hung on the bedroom wall
with the caption, “Are you woman enough???”
One night I came home to find Tammi standing in the doorway, waiting for
me. She was wearing a slightly tight dress that caressed her now large waist
and hips. She had set a goal to weigh 300 pounds by Labor Day. Because this
was a labor of love. After a large meal she cleared away the dishes. I
followed her into the kitchen. It was then that I noticed the bakery boxes.
Looking in side of them I found three dozen pastries. “What are you going
to do with this?”, I asked her, fully knowing the answer.
“I was thinking of letting you feed them to me in bed tonight.”, she
said with a knowing smile. I put my arms around my growing lover and consented
to stuff her until she popped. We then set up the bedroom as the
site of her
enforced gluttony. She sat down on the bed as I brought in the boxes of
pastries.
“Feed me till I bust, baby”, she said and I tried to follow her wishes.
For the next few hours I stuffed her full of gooey, cream filled, chocolate
covered, and calorie packed junk food. After she had finished the first
dozen eclairs I noticed that her dress was filled to bursting. I asked her
if she might be more comfortable if she removed it. “I’m not going to fit in
to this anymore, so why don’t I not waste the time. It will bust off soon
anyway.” At that I smiled, this woman knew how to keep a man’s interest. And
true to her word after the next few pastries the seams on her dress gave way
with a noisy rip.
Tammi removed the tatters of her ripped dress, and lay down on the bed
her belly was bulging, full of gooey pastries. I continued to feed her, piece
after piece of baked goods went down her lovely throat. After the first dozen
and a half eclairs she slowed down, but I would not let her stop. After two
dozen pastries I had her get up and move around, her belly had taken on the
appearance of a beach ball. Looking down at the size of her distended
stomach she said, “I don’t think that I can finish off the rest, lover. I’m
feel like I’m going to burst now. I’m really stuffed!”
I caressed her bloated belly, “Nonsense, sweetheart, I have just the
thing for that.” I lead her back to the bed and helped her to get as
comfortable as possible with her gorged condition. Then I went to the dresser
and removed some cloth belts that were there. I then tied her hands to the
bedframe. And I continued to stuff this great bloated babe. There were only
four pastries left when she begged me to stop. Her belly was stretched drum
tight over her overstuffed stomach. I found some lotion and massaged it into
her skin. “Only four more. You can do it, just think 300 pounds is just
around the corner. I’ll help you, open wide.”
She opened up and within five minutes the whole three dozen pastries
with inside of her. I untied her so she could move around to help her
digestion. She lay there bloated beyond her wildest dreams. I asked her how
she felt. “Like a beached whale.”, she replied. “No make that a beached
whale that is extremely horny.” She tried to sit up, but the shear size of
her engorged belly prevented it. I helped her sit up, to do so she had to
spread her legs and let most of her paunch hang over the side of the bed.
She ran her hands over her belly, with the remains of the lotion and the
extreme distention it glistened like polished marble. “Come over here,” she
asked. “I want some dessert.”
As I walked over to her I heard her labored breathing, the size of her
stomach was making it hard for her to breathe. Besides if she was only half
as horny as I was she would be breathing a little heavy herself. She reached
out with her chubby right hand and unzipped my pants. My erection leaped out
immediately. “My, my, I must do something about this.” She then began to
jack me off, soon my knees were trembling. She smiled and then stopped her
hand grasping my penis at the base, preventing my release. After the spasm
has passed she began again, only to prevent my release again. Time after
time she brought me to the brink of orgasmic pleasure only to stop me. I was
going mad with desire. My balls were going to explode if I didn’t get to cum
soon. Then she took me in her mouth and I exploded in one of the most
exquisite ejaculations I had ever had. It seemed to never stop, and she
guzzled every drop of it. Later that evening we made love over and over,
due to the distention of her belly we had to do it “doggie” style.
In late fall Tammi had reached 320 pounds. Her body was becoming round.
One night she asked if she could invite a few friends over. I said
“Of course.” I wondered who she was going to have over, since she started
to really gain weight she had divorced herself from all of her skinny friends.
I asked her and she said that a few of the girls in the complex and her had
been meeting for coffee and cakes in the day. As the girls arrived I found I
was glad that Tammi had met such friends. The smallest was 5′4″ tall and
weighed 220 pound while the largest was a 5′3″ blimp that weighed 396 pounds.
Tammi had arranged for these girls to have apartments in the complex. What
happened that night could only be called a food orgy. The four of them tried
to demolish 25 extra large pizzas, after four hours and several ripped seams
later the pizzas had won. I looked out over a field of bloated bellies and
gorged mommas.
After Christmas Tammi’s weight started to affect her life style. She
had become so large that her sides brushed doorways. She couldn’t walk very
far, so she hired a very chubby high school girl to come in during the day
and clean the house. I kept asking Tammi to weigh herself, you see after she
had gone past 300 pounds most bathroom scale couldn’t weigh her. On
Valentine’s Day she allowed me to squeeze her into the back of my BMW 325i
and drive her to a commercial scale. The attendant was bug-eyed when I told
him that I wanted Tammi weighed. And he was almost beside himself when the
scale rested on 426 pounds!
Tammi was stunned when she heard the figure. She wrapped her massive
arms around me and gave me a great big wet kiss. No sooner than we had left
the scales she leaned forward and said, “Baby, I’m starved can we drive
through a fast food joint??”
On her birthday in March I bought her a heavy duty scale that went to
600 pounds. By now Tammi was buying cloth in bolts and making several muu
muus from them. She also made a huge robe for herself that fell to mid-thigh.
On night not too long after her birthday I came home to find the hefty
“maid” just leaving. I enjoyed watching her waddle down the hall, she had
gained around fourty pounds working for Tammi. Tammi met me in the hall
wearing her robe. She opened it up to reveal the fact that she was finally
fitting into my old lover’s panties. In fact they were too tight on her, and
as she sat down they ripped open.
Sex had become incredible, I loved to make love to each and every inch
of her bloated form. Exploring each and every fold and crease was heaven.
When Tammi orgasimed it was like riding a tidal wave.
By the end of the year her immense form had become too much for our old
bed. At that time we moved to a first floor apartment. Tammi had long out
grown the 600 pound capacity scale and now rarely moved. Most of he time she
lay on our specially made water-bed and ate. By early February she had
become so large that she couldn’t get out of bed by herself. I can see her
lying there. Her sides are hanging over the sides of the bed. Her legs are
a mass of rolls of flesh, the amount of muscle to move her buried under roll
after roll of flab. Her stomach stretches and flows over most of her thighs.
Her arms are now larger than 260 pound Martha, the maid’s, hips. Her face is
supported by huge jowls and a stack of extra chins. Two bean-bag chair sized
boobs flow on either side of her enormous belly. She smiles as I enter the
room, and asks “What did you bring me to eat I’m starved.
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Friday, November 7th, 2008 seam. The change in her was amazing, the once small waist now sported a pot
belly. And the once trim hips now caused the dress to ride up so high that
the hem was so short that the bottom of her newly rounded but peeked out from
the bottom. Her muscled thighs had grown round and jiggled slightly when she
walked. She had trimmed the dress with false white fur and acted like Ms.Claus.
“Come on, lover it is time for your surprise,”she purred. I followed her to
the bathroom, dazzled by the sway her slightly padded hips caused. Smiling
she stepped on the scale, and it came to rest on the number 161. “I guess I
over shot my twenty pounds” She then giggled and walked toward the front room.
The table was loaded with food and she began to pig out. She stuffed herself
with spaghetti, lasange, fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy. I was
going nuts watching my formerly skinny beauty stuffing her self. After her
third helping of potatoes she sighed contentedly, causing both sides of her
dress to give way. “Oops, I guess I have out grown this dress,” she cooed
sexily.
Then the bottom dropped out. The day after Christmas Tammi started
calling Weight Watchers and digging out her diet books. I must have shown how
broken hearted I was because she reminded me of her resolution. Then work
temporarily relocated me for three months. The day I left Tammi had some new
clothes to model for me. It was an exercise outfit consisting of a pair of
loose fitting black jogging shorts and a top that covered her large boobs and
half way down her tummy. “It took a while to find the shorts, I like them
loose when I work out. But before long I hope to be in my old aerobics outfits,
she said showing off the nicest figure I had seen in awhile, soon to dwindle
to a skinny little thing.
During the next few days Tammi told me all about her diet, then I asked
her not to talk about it. We still called every day or so. And I resolved to
go through life in love with a thin woman. I just guessed that the last few
months were all the real happiness that I would ever get. But the Tammi in my
fevered wet dreams was still a bulging behemoth.
The company told me that I could return to my old job on the first week
of April. I called Tammi and told her. “Great honey, I’ll clear the weekend
before that. I’ve missed you so much, I almost went crazy. I’m so horny, I
could hump you to death.”, she said.
But even that didn’t help my mood. I slowly packed the next day and
mournfully boarded the plane for the four hour flight back home. During the
flight I had a dream where I got off the plane to find Tammi standing there
with a newly developed boyish figure. What a nightmare!!
I called home as soon as I touched down, and found out that Tammi had
some things that had to be done. Therefore she couldn’t come and get me. So
I called a cab and went to the office to settle all of my affairs there
before going home. Bowing to the inevitable I called Tammi and told her I
was on my way home. During the twenty minute drive to the apartment I
dreaded having to tell Tammi that her new smaller figure was great.
I paid the cab drive and climbed the stairs, I never used the elevator
for the three flights of stairs. On the way up I wondered how many times
that Tammi had ran these stairs in the search of a tiny waistline since I had
left. I unlocked the door and stepped in. I looked up and my jaw hit the
floor!!
There Tammi stood in her black jogging shorts and workout top. But
instead of hanging on her like I thought they would be they were stretched to
the limits trying to contain the bulging body within. She was wearing the
same skyscraper heels that she had on our first date, but the legs that were
above them were several sizes larger. Her chubby thighs seemed to burst from
the confines of the extraordinarily tight shorts. Her tummy spilled from over
the waistband of her shorts, several inches of “love-handles” overflowed the
top of her girdle-like shorts. The top was straining at the buttons, each one
was the apex of a diamond of flesh peeking through the straining fabric. Her
cleavage was billowing out the top of her blouse. A real double chin had
developed and her smile caused her dimples to be very prominent. Her face had
filled out and was almost round. Her eyes had a teasing gleam in them as she
lifted her now pudgy arms above her head and struck a porn-like pose.
“Like what you see,lover?” she asked coyly.
My voice was still gone so she began to model her new bod for me.
“Yes, sir baby, 212 pounds of jiggling flesh just for you. I bet you never
expected to find a 46-32-49 inched bombshell waiting for you. After you left
I really tried to diet, I really did. But after months of gorging myself I
found it almost impossible to resist all of those pastries calling to me in
the middle of the night. But I held on. Then after my second aerobics
workout the instructor came over and suggested that I try some other exercise
program. She told me that I was just too fat to do the workout. The scrawny
bitch!! That night I came home and looked through our BUF collection and
made up my mind to change resolution. My new resolution is to become as fat
as possible.”
I had to shake myself to make sure that I wasn’t still sleeping on the
plane. I followed Tammi as she walked into the living room. Her ass had
gotten so big that most of it hung out the sides of her shorts, even though
she tried to cover them up every few steps. I reached out for her, she spun
away from me. “If you can catch me you can fuck me,” she said in a taunting
manner. The chase was on, around the house I chased her. Due to all of the
added weight she was slowed considerably, but I slowed down just to watch her
butt and thighs jiggle. After about the second lap of the apartment I caught
her, she was huffing and puffing. “To think I used to run four miles every
day before breakfast.” she panted.
I kissed her several times before she pulled away. “Later, babe. But
first the second part of my little surprise.” With that she lead me to the
bedroom. On the bed was a feast, and at the foot of the bed was an easy chair.
Tammi seated me in the chair and then lay down on the bed surrounding herself
with food. The gorging began, Tammi ate and ate and after two hours was still
eating. The jogging shorts gave up the ghost after about an hour, with the
last of the blouse buttons going several minutes later. Later that night our
sex was wonderful. The extra weight that Tammi had added was the most
satisfying present that I had been given in years.
Tammi’s life became an endless series of binges. Food became an glorious
obsession for her. The former gluttous binges became like appetizers for her.
Soon none of the clothes that she had bought fit. She was rapidly becoming a
massive momma. The real turn on was the change in her attitude, instead of
worrying about her size she was striving to become bigger. In fact, she had
clipped pictures of the largest models from BUF and now they were pasted on
the ‘frige, and on all of the mirrors in the house. And my old lover’s
…End of the part2. To be continued..
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Thursday, November 6th, 2008 Archive-author: Bruce Powell
Archive-title: Tammi
When I first met Tammi she was a tall slender girl of 23. Her long
blonde hair and big blue eyes were devastating. She was a friend of my bosses
wife and we met at a party. She was a bit distant, so she wasn’t really
swamped by male companionship. As I learned she wasn’t ready to just jump
into bed with any Tom, Dick, or Harry. With the bosses friends, no wonder she
was treated like Typhoid Mary. I asked her to dance and just made polite
conversation. By the end of the night she had agreed to go out with me on the
following weekend.
The next Saturday I picked Tammi up at her apartment. It was in a large
apartment complex about fifteen minutes from my place. I was surprised not to
see a room-mate’s name on the mailbox when I rang. These places weren’t cheap.
She rang the buzzer that allowed me into the complex, and I went up to her room.
The door was unlocked and she called out for me to let myself in. She
called out from the back room that she would be right out, and to make myself
comfortable. I sat down on the couch and glanced over the magazines on the
table. When Tammi walked out of the bedroom I was speechless. She was
wearing a snug red knit dress that hugged her body, showing off her large bust
and slender waist. She had on skyscraper spiked heels that boosted her 5′11″
up to match my 6′4″. She smiled at my stammered compliments.
The night was a complete success. By the time I dropped back off at her
apartment we had made a date for the next Saturday. This went on for several
weeks as a completely platonic relationship. We went to the theater, the
movies, a concert, and out to dinner. I found out that she had just been
dropped by a long time boyfriend and that is why she was so cool to the bosses
buddies. I also found that she didn’t seem to have any kind of job, yet she
was never broke.
After about a month of going out together Tammi asked me up for some
coffee after a date. The relationship was never platonic again. We had
become lovers. I found that during sex I fantasized about Tammi as a fatty.
But I never told her of my real tastes in women.
After about a month of seeing each other as lovers we decided to move in
together. I told her she could move in with me, but she said it would be
better for me to move in with her. It seems that her family owned the
complex that she lived in and she acted as the manager. I wondered why she
didn’t seem to have a job. So I moved in. Since my change in domiciles
seemed to indicate a definite change in the status of our relationship I
decided to tell Tammi about my perchance for fat girls. In fact I showed her
a pair of panties from the largest girl I had ever made it with. She weighed
453 pounds and was 5′10″ tall. Tammi was slightly taken aback by the shear
size of the panties.
My revelation didn’t seem to faze her. She said that I seem OK in every
other way. So the relationship continued as it had for the past few months.
The only thing that I found was that I fantasized about Tammi as a fatty more
and more.
Then one night after a particularly hard day at work I came home to find
Tammi in a very horny state. I begged fatigue, but she had other plans. She
lead me to the bedroom, where I collapsed on the bed.
“Oh no,” she said.”This will never do. What can we do about this? What
would make you very horny? Lets see…Hm. I know, if I gained, oh say about
fifty pounds, I bet you couldn’t keep your hands off me.” She giggled and
began to stroke me.
“I can see me now. I am really fat, my belly is bulging over my pants
and I really have a set of huge love handles. My face has begun to get round
and I have the start of a double chin. Oh, yeah, my boobs are really getting
huge they are starting to overflow my bras…” Needless to say after all
that I couldn’t let her down.
It was several weeks later in early September that Tammi looked right in
my eyes and asked if I would like her to gain some weight. She told me that
at first she thought that my preference was weird. But after knowing me for
a while she saw that I was really all right. Of course, I said that I would
love it. Tammi said that since summer was almost over and the cold weather
would hide most of her overeating, she would consent to gaining about twenty
or so pounds. But she was adamant about losing the weight before next summer,
so she could wear her bikinis.
At first the new diet was a strain on her, Tammi said that gaining weight
was more work that going to all of her aerobics class. But soon, she settled
down into a routine. She would get up around nine in the morning and have a
large breakfast, with plenty of pastries. Then she would move into the living
room where she would watch TV and eat junk food until around eleven. The she
would eat a huge lunch and usually take a nap until around three. She would
get up and have a snack of cookies, or pie and get ready for dinner.
By the middle part of October none of her clothes fit her. She had some
clothing that had been baggy in September, that was beginning to fill out.
Tammi often remarked about how fat she was getting, I made encouraging sounds,
but in my mind I still fantasized about her gaining a massive amount of weight.
On the 16th of October BUF magazine came to my door. Tammi had subscribed
for me! We spent the night looking over the models in the magazine and having
sex. That night was a eye-opening experience for Tammi.
On Halloween Tammi bought a huge amount of candy “for the kids”. But as
the night wore on a significant portion of it was going into her. At
nine o’clock she turned off the outside lights and moved into the bedroom. She
took with her a pound of chocolate, in less that an hour it was gone and she
had a bulging belly. As I kissed her the chocolate taste was very exciting.
The next morning Tammi announced that she would continue the binge until New
Year’s Eve. And she announced that her New Year’s resolution was to fit back
into her smallest bikini.
Her stint of gluttony went on into December. She refused to let me weigh
her even though she know what a turn on it would be for me. She began to look
at herself in the mirror more, standing sideways critically examining herself.
She asked me if I really loved her like this, to which I responded with an
enthusiastic YES. Her baggy clothes were becoming tight on her, so when she
went out to the store she all ways wore a bulky coat. But in the apartment
she would often show off how big she had become. And on Christmas Eve she
stuffed herself into the same red knit dress she wore the first night we went
out. It took her almost fifteen minutes to get into it without splitting a
…End of the part1. To be continued..
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Wednesday, November 5th, 2008 Archive-author: Peder Ast (c) 1993
Archive-title: Caught In The Spotlight
This story is Copyright (c) 1993 by Peder Ast. It is not in the
public domain, but may be freely distributed as long as it and this
header are unchanged.
The author hopes you will enjoy Eddie’s adventures. Remember
his motto, and enjoy:
ALWAYS get caught with your pants down!
The Adventures of Eddie the Exhibitionist
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It was one of my first forays outside naked, and I was nervous
as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
I walked down the quiet suburban street stroking my nipples,
keeping my penis half hard, hoping someone would drive by and see me.
The thought made me a little more erect, so I reached down with one
hand to stroke it into full hardness. Soon my search was rewarded: a
pair of headlights rounded a corner, shining full on me. I let go of
my penis – so the driver (and, hopefully, the passengers!) could see
it better. Oh how I love it, watching their eyes widen in surprise
and dismay as I wiggle my penis at them. Using no hands, of course.
I used to flash only at windows or highway overpasses (I’ve heard
my semen splatter on more than one windshield in my time, let me tell
you), but recently that had started boring me – same old same old,
can you relate? One feverish night it occurred to me that I could
get into the car naked and drive into some quiet area, get out of the
car, and walk around the block. Someone was certain to call the
police, of course, but I figured that I could finish my tour and
drive away long before the cops arrived. In the last two times I had
actually passed the police as I drove out of the neighborhood. One
of those times I had masturbated a bit too long for an old lady
walking her dog. I think that the dog’s yapping did attract more
attention, but I was enjoying my performance so much that I lost
track of time. Boy, you should have seen her face when some of my
ejaculate landed on her dog – and the dog ate what didn’t!
The uncertainty and danger were part of what made my hobby an
exciting one. I never knew what was going to happen, except that I
was going to have one hell of a big orgasm while some stranger looked
on in shock. It’s good to have a hobby you really enjoy, don’t you
think?
Ever since I was seven years old I have enjoyed flashing. The
first time, I just got up one morning and decided to go outside
naked. I even waved at people across the street. Since then I have
done everything from leaving my pants unzipped in public (no
underwear, of course) to masturbating openly on the bus. The little
girls seem so grossed out ar the sight of a man having fun with his
penis! I guess that’s why they’ve always been among my favorite
types of audience. Of course, little boys are my absolute favorite.
My specialty is walking into a changing room at the beach, taking off
all my clothes, waltzing up to a sink naked, and jacking off into it
while five 10 year old boys try to not look like they are watching.
I usually succeed in catching the eye of one of them just as I
climax. Wonderful fun, truly memorable sex.
Anyway, you might say that roaming suburbia buck naked was a
return to my roots.
As the car approached, I started masturbating in earnest, but it
passed by too quickly, before I had a chance to climax. Damn. One
of my flashing rules: if what you want to do is ejaculate into the
sink or something, with no-one watching, stay at home. The thrill of
a routine orgasm at home alone is nothing compared with being
watched. So I went back to stroking my nipples to keep my penis hard.
It wagged and bobbed as I walked.
When I was halfway down the street where my car was parked, lights
appeared again. This time I started stroking right away, figuring
that my time was about up. As the car approached I started really
getting hot, grinding my hips and pulling on my scrotum with my free
hand. I like to put on an extremely raunchy show, with lots of
moaning and writhing and grimacing, shaking my bottom & waving my
genitals around. I really got into it this time, sticking my thumb
into my rectum and wiggling on it. I was in top form. When I was
about ready to pop my load and run for it when the car stopped. I
let go of my penis, heart pounding, erection raging purple, the
shadow cast by the headlights exzaggerating its size. I left my
thumb in, however.
Nothing happened. The car just sat there, its bright lights
shining full on me. I reached down and started to rub my penis
again, finding this bizzare and exciting situation moving me to the
point of no return, when my body takes over completely. As I neared
my climax semen started squirting out, thin at first, and then
thicker. Gasping and moaning in delight, I finally spilled over into
orgasm, and squirts turned into gobs, streams, of semen arching into
the air, brightly lit by the headlight beams.
Finally finished and still panting, I walked up to the drivers
side and looked in the window. Just as I did the naked driver
ejaculated, streamers of white goo spraying across his chest.
And that was how I met my flasher buddy Scott.
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[ Watch for "Eddy & Scott Go To The Mall" ]
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Tuesday, November 4th, 2008 across her tender cheeks.
“OHHH-OHHH please!, that’s th-three”, she stammered, the
cane already starting to bring up the tears.
Again she heard the whoosh of the thin cane cutting the air
between her fathers arm and her upturned bum, WHAP!!!, then the
searing pain shot across her denuded bottom.
“AAHHHH, oh please”, she cried, “please it hurts daddy!”.
“I told you it was supposed to hurt my girl, and I also
told you to count each stroke, now you have two extra waiting
for you at the end.”
“No,no, please n-not that, I won’t forget again!”
“You knew what you were supposed to do Lisa, and
you were told what you would get if you didn’t.” George said
as he raised the cane again.
SWISSHHH CRACK!! once again finding it’s target.
“OOOOOO, th-th-that’s f-five daddy”,she cried.
“That’s more like it.” said George tapping the cane
on her bottom, taking aim at the lowest part, right at the
point where the thighs and buttocks meet.
WHOOSH CRACK!! the cane landed right on target causing
Lisa to immeadiatly put her hands back there to try and rub
her sore bottom.
“OWWWWwW”, she wailed, “th-that’s s-s-six!”.
George looked at the sobbing girl’s bare bottom, now
the two perfectly shaped globes were no longer pure white,
they had six angry red parallel lines across them.
Taking back the cane, George took aim and landed another
stinger across the broadest part of Lisa’s naked ass.
“OHHHHH, th-that’s s-seven! Please d-d-addy, I-I’m
sorry!”, she implored.
George however had no intentions of stopping until she
had recieved everything that he felt she had coming to her.
Even as these last words were escaping her lips he again
brought the cane down onto her quickly reddening backside.
CRACK!! “OHHHHHH!”, she yelled, this time taking a
few seconds to regain her composure enough to count the
eighth cut. By now she was crying continually, barely able
to control her sobbing enough to count the strokes.
SWISSHHH CRACK! WHAP! CRACK!! CRACK!! the cane landed
four more times. Each cut seeming to find a new place.
Lisa was crying uncontrollably by this time, her ass
now covered from top to bottom with red lines, the first
cuts had already started to puff and welt in places. It was
taking almost half a minute for her to count the last two
strokes she recieved, and she still had six more to go!
George decided to let her rest for a few minutes to
regain some of her composure for the next six. While he was
standing behind her waiting and looking at his handiwork
so far, he noticed between her spread legs that the lips of
her young sex were damp and swollen even as she cried.
This did not surprise him much, he remembered his sister
telling him about the feelings she got after being caned
by his father in much the same manner as Lisa was being
caned now. Not to mention his wife’s reactions after he
uses it on her.
“Now Lisa,” he said, “you have six of the best still
to come plus two for the one you didn’t count, you don’t have
to count these but I expect you to remain perfectly still,
do you understand?”.
“Oh please!”, she began to sob anew,”please no more, I
can’t take anymore, I’ll be good now, I promise!”.
“Yes you will when I’ve finished with your naughty
bottom, and you can take much more should the need arise,
now get yourself ready for the rest of your punishment”.
She doubted that she could take anymore, her bottom
already felt like it was being stung by a swarm of angry
bees. But she also knew that her father planned on doing
just as he said and he could not be dissuaded once he had
passed sentence. So, crying into the bedspread, she raised her
now very sore bare bottom back up for six of the best.
George was not a cruel man, he normally would have
stopped at the 12 already delivered, but this was a lesson
he wanted to make sure he got across, his daughter
is smart enough to know not to steal already, this time her
and her friend, Jennifer had gotten off easy though. Had the
manager not known Tom and himself he might have called the police,
and what a mess that would’ve been thought George. No, he had to
make sure that this would not happen again.
Stepping behind Lisa once more, he raised the cane high
and let it fall.
SWISSSHHH THWACK!! the welt rising almost immeadiately
this time, right across the lower part of her buttocks.
“AIIEEE!”, wailed Lisa,”oh please not so hard”.
THWACK!!! again the cane landed leaving a raised weal,
as would all of the next 4, plus the two penalty strokes.
“AHHHHHH, I-I’m sorry, I w-w-won’t d-d-do it ag-again,
oh pleeeease s-stop!” she wailed. But it would do no good, by
the time he had given her the fourth cut she could only mutter
unintelligible sounds between her sobs.
After delivering the six, George told her that she had
two more to go, these he delivered in rapid succession to her
crimson cheeks.
WHISSHHH THWACK!!! SWISSHHH CRACK!!!
Both cuts left welts rising anew on the surface of her
well marked bottom flesh, each stroke feeling like a white hot
branding iron being applied to her poor bottom.
A long wail was all that escaped Lisa’s quivering lips,
she was crying to hard for anything else to be understood.
As George was finishing the last two strokes he noticed
that her pink slit was now open to view between the now open and
puffy lips of her vagina, and dripping wet! He still wasn’t sure
why some women responded to the cane in this manner, but he
thought he might have to find an excuse to cane his wife tonight.
Then he could soothe her sore bottom and relieve the building
tension from the caning he had just administered, this was one
of their favorite forms of foreplay.
He looked at her asscheeks, quivering with her sobbing,
they were striped from top to bottom where thigh and ass come
together, both cheeks were covered with welts colored from pink
to angry red
George told Lisa that he hadn’t wanted to punish her so
severly, but had no choice since she was old enough to know
right from wrong, and that he would do it again should the need
arise.
Lisa, through her sobs, said she understood and that she
was sorry and it would not happen again.
He stayed and comforted her until she had her crying under
control, then told Lisa to stay in her room for an hour to contemplate
what had just taken place, and then left her alone.
Gingerly, after her father had left, Lisa rolled onto her
back, nightdress still around her shoulders. The sheet felt rough
on her naked bottom and it stung like mad. She lifted up and rubbed
her hand across her cheeks feeling the welts left there by the cane.
She noticed how her young pussy was starting to throb as the sharp
pain turned to a dull ache in her ass. Reaching down with her other
hand she began to masturbate herself until she reached orgasm. At
times she wondered if something were wrong with her the way she
got turned on after getting the cane, but she figured if that’s
what worked with her that she would have to find someone who
would do that to her once she started going out with boys, until
then she could still rest assured of at least one a month here
at home. With the sound of the cane still in her ears she rolled
over and drifted off to sleep, and dreamt of a handsome man standing
behind her as she knelt down and raised her ass…. .
END OF PART 2
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Monday, November 3rd, 2008 Archive-author:
Archive-title: Shoplifters, The – 2
About the time Jennifer was kneeling on her dressing
stool, Lisa’s father George came into her room, she had been
waiting since supper as had her friend a short while earlier.
She had recieved the same response to her story that Jennifer
had, her dad had told her that it was useless to try to talk
her way out of what she had coming, and that she was going to
remember not to steal again, much less on something as foolish
as a dare.
George was of English decent, and he was a firm believer
in the cane for serious breeches of discipline, most of the
time the paddle kept in Lisa’s room was quite enough to keep
her in line, 10 hard swats across her bare bottom usually was
more than enough to have her bawling in no time at all, but
the cane could do the same in two or three strokes.
As soon as dinner was over George announced her sentence.
“My girl, after giving it some thought, I’ve decided that
you have earned the cane for your behavior today, there was
absolutely no excuse for what you did.”
Lisa sat and listened quietly, head hung low as her father
continued, “Now, you are to go up to your room, undress, and
put on your nightie, and wait for me to come up”.
She didn’t even bother to protest, she knew by now that it
would do no good and only make her dad more angry if that was
possible.
Once upstairs Lisa went straight to her room, undressed and
put on her nightie and panties and sat down to await her fathers
arrival.
As she sat on her bed she could feel the lightness in her
stomach, and the tingling feeling in her bottom that she always
got before being given the cane. She remembered the last time
she was caned, 12 hard stingers that turned her rear into a
fireball and her crying like a baby, trying to stay in position.
That was something she had noticed after the last
caning, she found that she was damp around her crotch, the
position she was made to recieve her caning in caused her to
display everything to her father and even though it hurt worse
than any spanking she’d ever gotten, it made her feel a little
randy too even through the pain.
About 20 minutes later Lisa heard the kitchen cupboard open
and close, that meant only one thing, her dad was on his way up,
and he was definitely bringing the cane!
She had hoped it was just a threat, but she knew from past
experience that the sound of the cupboard door meant she was really
in for it. The odd knot in her stomach grew, as did the tingling
sensation in her posterior, soon to be replaced by the firey sting
of bamboo across her naked bum.
George walked in cane in hand, “Well young miss, we both
know why I’m here, so let’s get on with it shall we?”
“Y-Yes sir” she muttered.
“Now, since this was a serious offence, and you could have
ended up with a criminal record you have already gotten off
lightly by not being turned in to the police, so, I’m going to
give you a proper hiding young lady, you will recieve 18 cuts
across your bare bottom, you will count each stroke to me, and you
will recieve 2 extra for every one you mis-count, do you understand?”.
18 strokes! “My bottom will never take it”, she thought.
“Please daddy, I won’t do it again, I’m sorry”, she pleaded.
“Lisa, you know better than to argue with me, next time
it’s going to be 3 extra, now get into position for your caning.
Tears were already beginning to well up in her eyes
as she climbed onto the bed and into position for her punishment.
She knew the position well by now. First, two pilows are
placed on the bed to elevate her bare bottom for the cane, then
she is to kneel on the bed facing the barred headboard, and she is to
grasp the bars with both hands with her head down and bottom up
and her legs spread apart the width of one pillow.
Lisa climbed onto the bed, eyes already wet with tears, slowly
she grabbed the headboard and lowered her head between her arms.
Trembling, she raised her bottom up as her fahter slid the pillows
beneath her opening her legs as she had been instructed in the
past.
Stepping up to the side of the bed George lifted the
flimsy nightdress up and over her now panty clad bottom,
and pushed it right up to her shoulders.
Reaching down once more, George put a finger inside the
elastic of his daughters panties, one on each side, and pulled
them right off exposing her ivory bottom to his view.
“Right, now young miss, you know why you are getting
this caning and you know you deserve it, so shall we begin?”
“Yes s-s-ir, please not too hard”.
“Nonsense, if it isn’t hard you won’t remember your lesson,
and I promise you my girl you’ll not forget this one soon”.
Raising the cane he brought it down hard right across
the center of his young daughter’s shapley bottom, leaving a
bright red stripe that would weal shortly, as would each one.
Tonight George, like Tom at this very moment, was not going
to take any half measures on his daughters backside, this lesson
would be learned.
SWISSSHHH CRACK!! The pain seared across her unprotected
bottom like fire.
“OHHHH, that’s one!” Lisa gasped.
Raising the cane again, George let the next one fall.
HISSSSSS CRACK!
“OWWWWW, two!”, she yelped.
SWISSSHHH WHAP! The cane landed again with unerring accuracy
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Sunday, November 2nd, 2008 to recieve a hard spanking that would surely make her cry
long before it was over. And she was right.
He raised the belt and let it fall, CRACK!, it
landed in the center of her bottom leaving an angry red stripe.
“YEOWWW!”, hollered Jennifer, she tried to move but
it was no use, her father had her firmly in place,”one”,she
called out. CRACK! the belt landed again, “OHHHH, that’s two”
WHAP!, “OHHHH, th-th-three she cried”, her bottom already felt
like it was on fire.
“Please daddy..I’m sorry!”
CRACK! “OWWWW, th-that’s f-f-four, oh please it hurts”.
“It’s supposed to hurt”, was the reply.
WHAP! “OOOOO, five”, Jennifer was starting to cry by now.
SNAP!, the belt landed again, “That’s six”, she sobbed.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!, again and again the belt landed on
her unprocted bottom, punctuated only by Jennifer’s crying and
counting the strokes.
Tom looked down at his daughters bottom, now crossed
with angry red stripes with a few weals starting to rise,”This
will teach you not to take things that don’t belong to you
young lady”, he said raising his arm for another stroke.
SNAP! the belt came down on the lower part of her
cheeks, just above the thighs,”OWWWWW, th-th-that’s ten”, she was bawling steadily now, “please no m-more, I’ll be good”, but it was
no use, the belting went on in earnest and she was sobbing
like a six year old from the tenth stroke onward.
Finally at twenty her father stopped, and told her
to stand up, this she did, slowly, after crying for about
three minutes still over his knee,and turned to face him.
Modesty was no longer a primary thought as her hands rushed
behind her to rub her now very red and sore bottom.”Now
young lady, for your last five I want you to kneel on the
stool here with your head on your hands and your bottom
raised and your legs apart”.
Oh how she hated that, not only was everything,
everything exposed to her dad like that, but it also hurt
worse because he had more room to swing the belt, and in
that position she wasn’t able to clench her cheeks to ease
awful sting of the strap as it fell on her unprotected bare
baootm.
By this time she had almost gotten her sobbing and
crying under control, but it started anew at these instru-
tions . Reluctantly, doing as she was told she knelt down on
her dressing table bench, resting her head on her hands, and
closing her eyes, she raised her bottom up to the ministrations
of her fathers belt.
Tom stepped behind her and raised the nightshirt
out of the way exposing Jennifer’s now angry red bare
bottom, and pushed it up to the middle of her back where
it slid on up to her shoulders. “Don’t you move out of
this position young lady, if you do you will receive
two extra for each one you moved on, is that clear?”.
“Y-Y-Yes D-Daddy”, she sobbed into her hands.
Tom looked down at her kneeling there and was at once
reminded of how much she was starting to look like her
mother, who, by the way was waiting in their bedroom for
the same thing her daughter was now getting, only more
severe for over-spending this month again, but that’s another
story.
As he was looking he noticed that her pubes appeared
damp too,”hmmm”, he thought,”she responds like her mom to the strap
too.” Clearing his thoughts of what was coming later, he
moved behind Jennifer.
Without warning it came, Jennifer was caught completely
off her gaurd.
SNAP!! Jennifer howled and her hands rushed to rub
her bottom, that one felt twice as hard as the others, the
sting felt like molten fire on her upturned ass.
“Put your hands back where they belong” snapped Tom,
“now you have two extra for moving.” She put her hands back
under her head, tears welling up anew. “Pl-p-please no”, she
whimpered, but it was to no avail.
CRACK!! CRACK!! the belt exploded twice in a row, “OHHHH
it hurts so bad Daddy, please stop”, she was already sobbing
like a little girl but to no avail.
WHISHHH SNAP! “OWWWWWW!!” she howled, “twenty-t-two”,
she called out, this time not moving from position. CRACKK!!!
“AHHHHH”, her head snapped back, “t-t-twenty th-th-th-three”
she sobbed, barely getting it out, the tears were coming in
steady streams now. “Please D-D-Daddy, I’ve had enough, I-I
d-don’t need anym-m-more”, she pleaded.
“I’ll be the judge of that young lady”, he said.
“Only two more to go, now stay in position and you
won’t have to get any extra”, said her father. Tom looked
at the now well striped and crimson bottom pointing up at
him, almost deciding that she had had enough. Then the thought
of her stealing came back and he decided that the full measure
was due.
HISSSS CRACK!! the belt found it’s target again,
Jennifer jumped up rubbing her tender backside, crying,
yelped,”that’s twenty f-f-four” she cried, then realizing
what she had just done she got back into position, but it
was too late.
“Didn’t I just tell you not to move?” “Now you have
two more coming before the last one!”
“NOOOO please daddy, I d-d-in’t m-mean to” she sobbed. “I
won’t move anymore”.
“You know what you were told, and that’s what you’re
going to get young lady.” WHISSHHH SNAP!! “OHHHHHH PLEASE!”
she cried. WHISSHH CRACK!! “I-I-I’M SORRY”.By now it was
hard to hear her through her sobbing.
“Now”, said Tom, “here comes the last one.” WHISSSHHH
CRACKKK!!!! “OOOOOOOOH” cried Jennifer, “twenty-five!”
Tom looked at his prostate daughter’s now red wealed
and firey bottom, criss-crossed with stripes, some turning to
a light purple already, as she cried like a 6 year old. He
didn’t particularly like to punish his daughter, but he was
not going to be the parent of a thief either. He told her
that he didn’t like to punish her, but that until she could
straighten up that this was what she could expect in the future
if it happened again, only more severe. Then he left the room
with belt in hand to go take care of his wife’s unruly back-
side.
Jennifer stayd in position for a few more minutes sobbing
and crying like the punished girl she was and then got up, still
crying, and went over to her mirror,”Oh”, she sobbed, “look at
my poor bottom, I won’t be able to wear my shorts for weeks”, she
continued to look at the stripes and welts left by her father’s
belt. “Ohhh,it’s so hot”, she said to herself, and she noticed that
she was getting hot feelings somewhere else too, she almost
always did after the edge had worn off the pain from a good
hard spanking.
She lay down on her bed and began to rub her sparsely
haired, and now very wet vagina, thinking to herself that
she hoped she could find someone to take her dad’s place
someday when she got married to keep her in line the same
way he did.
END OF PART 1
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Saturday, November 1st, 2008 Archive-author:
Archive-title: Shoplifters, The – 1
Fourteen year old Lisa sat on the edge of her
bed, that all too familiar feeling rising in the pit of
her stomach.
“Why?” she thought to herself, “Why did I ever take
that dare to try and sneak that blouse out of the store
without paying fot it? Drat that Jennifer, now I’m going
to get the spanking of my life because of her!”.
Lisa need not have worried though, because just three
blocks over a similar scene to what Lisa was awaiting
was just at that moment beginning to be played out.
Jennifer was sitting in her room, dressed as she was
always made to before her father came in to administer a
spanking. She could already feel the butterflies building
in her stomach that always accompanied the waiting.
Her dad had hardly said a word during dinner, she knew
he was VERY upset at her this time. So, it came as no real
surprise to Jennifer when, after dinner, he told her to go
upstairs to her room and get ready to recieve a sound spanking.
That meant to get undressed and put on just the short cotton
nightshirt kept just for this purpose, and her panties, and
wait until her father came up.
After half an hour or so Tom, Jennifer’s dad, came up
the stairs and into her room
“Well young lady, what have you got to say for yourself
before we start?”. “Do you know how embarrassing it was to
get that call from the store manager, that my daughter, who
was taught better, was caught stealing with a friend of hers?”.
“B-B-But Dad, I’m sorry, I-I won’t ever do that again,
please don’t sp-spank me, I’m too old for that now”, stammered
Jennifer, tears already starting to well up in her eyes since she
knew what was coming no matter how much she pleaded.
You’re also too old to be stealing from other people
Jennifer”, said Tom. “You should have known better than to
do that, think of how embarrassing it would be if this got
out, that Tom Martin’s daughter is a shop lifter? I’m just
glad the manager was nice enough to call me instead of the
police. Tomorrow you are going back to the store and
apologize for stealing from him, and you’re going to pay him
for the things you tried to steal out of your allowance, do
you under-stand?”.
Jennifer nodded, “Yes sir”.
“Now young lady, I’m going to give you a licking you’re
not going to soon forget”.
She watched mesmerized as her father started to unbuckle
his belt and remove it from his trousers.
Tom pulled out the bench by the dresser as he finished
removing his belt and sat down. “Now young lady, take your
panties right off, and come here”.
“Oh please daddy, don’t make me take my panties off”, she
pleaded. It had been almost 2 years since her last bare-bottom
spanking and she didn’t want her dad to see her now maturing
young body, “let me keep my panties on, it hurts bad enough
like that”.
Tom wasn’t having any of that though. “Listen my girl,
you get them off now, or I’ll do it myself and that will add
10 strokes to your punishment, now don’t argue with me anymore!”.
The thought of her dad pulling down her panties plus the
idea of 10 extra strokes in the mood he was in helped her make
her decision. Trembling, she did as she was told.
Oh how she hated for him to see her private parts which only
now were just starting to be lightly covered with hair, it was so humilliating.
Slowly she walked over to Tom, who took her by the arm
and pulled her right across his lap. Taking her hands
with his left hand he put them in the middle of her back, and
taking his right leg, placed it over her legs to keep her
from kicking and falling off his lap, he wanted to make sure
she got everything she deserved. Also this centered her bare,
defensless bottom directly over his lap, pointing up perfectly
for the severe strapping he intended to administer to his
naughty daughter’s bare backside.
Tom looked down on the sight in front of him, the
rounded bottom, quivering in anticipation of what was about
to come, the pubic hairs just starting to show from between
her white upturned bottom cheeks, soon to be striped and wealed
by the belt he was holding, and thought that she was indeed getting
too old to be acting as she had been. She was already sobbing
softly at what was to come, but Tom was determined that
this lesson would not need to be repeated and that she would
be crying like a 5 year old when he was finnished with her.
And to this he held true.
“You will receive 25 strokes”, he said breaking the
silence, “and you will count each one out loud, do you understand
Jennifer?”.
“Y-Y-Yessir”, she said. “Please not t-t-too hard”she
begged,”I won’t do it again, I promise!”, she pleaded. But
her pleas fell on deaf ears.
“I know you won’t do it again, not after I finnish with
you, you shouldn’t have done it in the first place girl”,
said Tom.
The butterflies took flight in Jennifer’s belly again
and her bottom was starting to tingle at the thought of the
whipping that was about to begin, she knew that this time
there were going to be no half measures, that she was about
…End of the part1. To be continued..
