Flash Forward #2

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“I touched myself this afternoon,” I tell Craftsmate while we are studying in the library. “And came.”

He frowns a bit and turns the page of the document he’s reading.

I sigh and put the screen of my laptop down. “I was very stressed out.”

“Did it help?” He asks.

I shrug. “Yeah, a little.”

He nods to himself, not looking up from the paper in his hands. “You’re still getting a spanking.” I figured as much.

Back at his place, he gives me a pretty firm spanking. My ass is stinging afterwards and I think I am finished when he asks me to flip over. I roll over on the bed and lie down on my back for him. He traces his finger over my slit.

“Is this the needy little cunt that gets you in so much trouble?”

I nod. He smacks it hard and then teases his fingers over it once more. I feel myself start to get wet. I’m always a little ashamed about how my body tends to betray me like this.

He smacks it a few more times before pulling my panties and my sweatpants up.

“I want to touch it now,” I say with a pout.

He grins and kisses my forehead. I’m tired, but he wants to stay up and work a bit more. “Well, you’re not going to. Sweet dreams.”

As I huff and curl up, he reaches below the sheets and pulls my hands over them so he can see where they are. He sits down at the desk beside his bed and, after a few unanswered exclamations of frustration, I fall asleep.

That look in her eyes says she’s sorry.

But you can never really be too sure.

Before I left to return to Ivy University, Penthouse gave me a little spanking. It was fun, playful, a little silly.

Thus, my visit to Penthouse land saga ends. Over a month after it happened. But you can’t fault me for taking my time with it.

But, now I’m stuck playing catchup on some hot stuff that’s happened in October and November that I’d like to write about for the dual purpose of this blog being the only semblance of a journal I can keep and because writing erotica for me is hot and fun.

So, yeah. Hope you enjoyed the details of my trip. There’s more fun to come.

heretoenjoy:

Sometimes, play can be playful! Go figure! 🙂

happybdsm:

Daddy makes me laugh, even while he’s paddling my butt.. <3

(Submission via myheadisfullofflames)

Last night, as a means of procrastinating, I opened up a tinychat to procrastinate work and try to answer questions live instead of in the cold, cruel inbox format.

What I thought would be a little thing quickly mushroomed into a very busy, very lively meeting of the minds – so to speak. Equal parts weird and fun, the tinychat added a dimension to some people who had, up until this time, been simply stories I read and enjoyed.

Things got a little nuts when Craftsmate came over, got out his computer, and joined in. And then when Penthouse hopped online, noticed the post, and joined in on the chat as well. I was blushing the entire time as worlds collided.

And thanks to you all, I went to bed with a red little bum.

Hmph.

Seriously.

Last night, Craftsmate came over and we chilled a little bit.

Somehow, I wound up hogtied.

Yep.

I let him use a few of my winter scarves and he had put me into an all right hogtie, considering the materials. He blindfolded me with another and wound up gagging me by rolling up one of my face towels, threading it between my teeth, and knotting it behind my head. This was, surprisingly, terribly effective as it held my mouth open and pressed my tongue down, rendering me capable of essentially just a few whines and grunts.

He sat up next to me on my bed and told me that if I was uncomfortable with anything, I could just shake my head hard and grunt three times and he would let me out. I should clarify that Craftsmate and I are basically two kinky people goofing around and not sexually involved, for a few rando followers who asked and for whoever else is thinking I’m about to get laid or something.

Instead, the asshole tickled me. If I moved too much, he spanked me fairly lightly. If I tried to struggle away, he would reach down and pinch my ass through my shorts. Hard.

So, while there were no handprints, as the picture would imply, there were a few little pock marks on my butt where Craftsmate pinched it.

What a jerk.

Like a Brisket, Part Nine

When I was out of the hogtie, Penthouse cracked some joke, asked everyone if they wanted to see something funny, and threw me over his shoulder. I flailed a bit, mostly because I was wearing a dress and I had accidentally flashed my butt enough that evening.

“Be careful,” I said when he put me down. “I can kick your ass.”

He chuckled, “fine. Come here and kick my ass.”

Welp, I made a conscious effort to do that. Honestly. But I wound up over the kid’s knee pretty quickly. I squirmed and fought and tried to sit up, but he had me down pretty well.

“I think Ivy needs a spanking,” Penthouse said. “What do you think, Prodigy?”

“I defer to Craftsmate,” The Prodigy replied.

Craftsmate snorted, “and I defer to Ivy.”

So, here I am, over this guy’s lap, in a group of kinky people, having to decide whether or not I deserve to get spanked. And, tumblr, it’s damn hard for me to articulate when I want something like that. It’s part of the whole shame thing. I would rather have someone else impose it upon me and pretend I dislike it than admit I want it. Yes, even in a crowd of kinky people I was ashamed to admit I enjoy it.

But, part of it was the issue of tone. I wasn’t sure if the entire day was supposed to be entirely demonstrative and academic or cross into something more playful. Thus, I am over somebody’s knee attempting not to get turned on. I am literally going over in my head and telling myself not to act like I liked this when it was pretty obvious that I did.

“Well,” I answered to Penthouse, “I guess I defer to you.”

That spanking hurt like a bitch. In a good way. But what didn’t hurt in a good way was how anxious I was getting and unnecessarily insecure around the people I should have been the least insecure with. Oh, shame.

The problem, sometimes, is that I want to enjoy all of it. Even the punishment. And so it’s not really punishment at all. It’s more like a reward for being bad. So, when the moment arises that I actually get punished, I try my hardest to get out of it. I guess I’m just a brat.

Humbled, Part 6

After he had dried me off, Switch brought me over to the end of his bed and threw my lingerie back at me. “Put this back on,” he said as he walked over to the chair and picked up the belts that had held my legs to the legs of the chair. I didn’t protest, pulling it back on and knotting it in the back.

Switch used the belts to tie my hands to the end of the bed, forcing me to bend over slightly. He put some pressure on my lower back, making me get up on my toes to tilt my ass into the air for him. He reached for the belt he had been wearing that day, draped across the bed with his clothes. Grabbing it over the bed, he folded it double and started to beat my ass with it mercilessly. I cried out, yanking hard on the belts around my wrists despite how much I was enjoying it.

When he could tell I was getting overwhelmed, he set the belt down and stepped up closer behind me, pushing himself against me. His hand settled on my chin and he squeezed hard before pulling my head back against his chest. He was impossibly hard. “You going to be a good girl for me, baby? You gonna give me whatever I want?” As I nodded, he reached between my legs and chuckled, “maybe if you’re a really good girl I’ll let you get off tomorrow morning.” I whined and he gave my cunt a little pat.

With that, he picked the belt back up and kept going.

I like it when Switch takes the incentive to come up with things on his own. That sounds like I don’t give him enough credit. But, he confided in me that most of his activity has been vanilla as he was not sure how admitting to wanting to be submissive would bode with the women he was with. Unfortunately, that sort of behavior sometimes carries the totally incorrect stigma of being “weak”.

So, with that in mind, the fact that he figures out things without me asking when he dominates me is pretty impressive. It’s even farther removed from his experience, it’s something he enjoys but isn’t used to at all.

And maybe I underestimate his abilities, but I was pretty thrilled when he picked up my belt off of his floor, folded it double, and smacked my ass with it. I hadn’t even realized it was what I wanted, but it was exactly what I needed.