BellaRisa
4th Level Blue Feather
- Joined
- Aug 9, 2001
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Tuesdays and Thursdays
Her pulse started rising at about 11am, Tuesdays and Thursdays. She
went about her daily chores, wiping here and sweeping there. One would
never know that there was anything coming. But there was. Her heart
was racing.
By 11:30am everything was done for the morning, she could relax. If
only she *could* relax. Thumbing restlessly through a magazine,
nibbling at her salad and sipping at a cup of tea. Glancing at the
sofa, making sure all was in order. It was. She would check again
anyway, several times in the next half hour. And still the time both
crawled and flew, as it always did on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
11:50am. Upstairs to change. Watching, one could be astonished at how
rapidly the woman became the little girl. A short plaid skirt and fresh white
blouse, tiny white socks and stack heeled penny loafers. Long dark curls gathered into a ponytail in seconds.
Heat began to build beneath the white cotton panties.
Surely that was her imagination. But maybe not.
One minute before noon found her standing in the corner farthest from
the door. Every sense was alive and crackling, she listened for his
key in the door. And wondered how she would ever hear it over her heartbeat...
And then he was behind her, a big man in suit and tie. Entering quickly, but
stopping for just a moment to drink in the view. His presence filled
the entire room, she felt his eyes and caught his scent long before his touch. Not a word was said as he turned her, smiling. And led her to the sofa where his playthings lie in wait. He slipped her over his knee as though she had
always been there, as though she belonged there. Which she did.
First his hand, warming her thoroughly. Because she loved it, and to
prepare her for what was to come. Her skin was dusky dark and so her bottom didn't truly redden, but instead became darker still, almost a plum color. And softly textured to the touch. Her panties, now silky and slick with her essence, were lowered as she fell
deeper and deeper inside her own pleasure, nearly purring as he
silently chose her next sensation.
Leather. Light but by no means easy. Tiny halfhearted cries began as
it slapped down over and over, small feet kicking just enough to
protest but never enough to disrespect. It was round in shape, much
like her burning bottom, and it suited her well. He used it to
perfection and she was soaring, giving herself to him and to this
pleasure.
Wood. Hard wood, with holes and enough weight to make any naughty girl
behave. It was oak and really for punishment, but for fun on occasion.
Email had informed her that today was such an occasion. Still she squirmed
in panic as he smoothed it across her bare skin, the cool a sharp
shock on her heated skin. He rubbed her for a moment, his thumb...wandering...and waited until
she was still. She knew that a good girl would receive just five. Otherwise...
*CRACK* A hiss and a yelp of distress, but no more. She would be a
good girl today no matter what.
*WHAP*CRACK* Her little feet so kicked fast that a mile must have been run
in the air. He paused again to soothe away a bit of the sting. The
smile on his face was one of satisfaction.
*WHAP* A low moan escaped her, her hand went back to rub but stopped and returned to it's place. She knew better. Her bottom lip worried
between her teeth as she tensed for the last, always the worst-
*smack*
Ah. She must have been a very, very good girl.
She opened her eyes, they had been closed so tightly. Relief
flooded her being, then contentment as he applied kisses and her aloe lotion in
tiny circles...
Suddenly she was dumped from his lap, only to be lifted and crushed
against him in a furious bearhug. A deep kiss turned her legs to string and left her dizzy with need. But glancing at the clock told her he
was late, his lunchbreak was very nearly over. She followed him to the
door, and blushed as he lifted her chin and spoke for the first and
only time:
"Bye Brat, see ya Thursday."
Her pulse started rising at about 11am, Tuesdays and Thursdays. She
went about her daily chores, wiping here and sweeping there. One would
never know that there was anything coming. But there was. Her heart
was racing.
By 11:30am everything was done for the morning, she could relax. If
only she *could* relax. Thumbing restlessly through a magazine,
nibbling at her salad and sipping at a cup of tea. Glancing at the
sofa, making sure all was in order. It was. She would check again
anyway, several times in the next half hour. And still the time both
crawled and flew, as it always did on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
11:50am. Upstairs to change. Watching, one could be astonished at how
rapidly the woman became the little girl. A short plaid skirt and fresh white
blouse, tiny white socks and stack heeled penny loafers. Long dark curls gathered into a ponytail in seconds.
Heat began to build beneath the white cotton panties.
Surely that was her imagination. But maybe not.
One minute before noon found her standing in the corner farthest from
the door. Every sense was alive and crackling, she listened for his
key in the door. And wondered how she would ever hear it over her heartbeat...
And then he was behind her, a big man in suit and tie. Entering quickly, but
stopping for just a moment to drink in the view. His presence filled
the entire room, she felt his eyes and caught his scent long before his touch. Not a word was said as he turned her, smiling. And led her to the sofa where his playthings lie in wait. He slipped her over his knee as though she had
always been there, as though she belonged there. Which she did.
First his hand, warming her thoroughly. Because she loved it, and to
prepare her for what was to come. Her skin was dusky dark and so her bottom didn't truly redden, but instead became darker still, almost a plum color. And softly textured to the touch. Her panties, now silky and slick with her essence, were lowered as she fell
deeper and deeper inside her own pleasure, nearly purring as he
silently chose her next sensation.
Leather. Light but by no means easy. Tiny halfhearted cries began as
it slapped down over and over, small feet kicking just enough to
protest but never enough to disrespect. It was round in shape, much
like her burning bottom, and it suited her well. He used it to
perfection and she was soaring, giving herself to him and to this
pleasure.
Wood. Hard wood, with holes and enough weight to make any naughty girl
behave. It was oak and really for punishment, but for fun on occasion.
Email had informed her that today was such an occasion. Still she squirmed
in panic as he smoothed it across her bare skin, the cool a sharp
shock on her heated skin. He rubbed her for a moment, his thumb...wandering...and waited until
she was still. She knew that a good girl would receive just five. Otherwise...
*CRACK* A hiss and a yelp of distress, but no more. She would be a
good girl today no matter what.
*WHAP*CRACK* Her little feet so kicked fast that a mile must have been run
in the air. He paused again to soothe away a bit of the sting. The
smile on his face was one of satisfaction.
*WHAP* A low moan escaped her, her hand went back to rub but stopped and returned to it's place. She knew better. Her bottom lip worried
between her teeth as she tensed for the last, always the worst-
*smack*
Ah. She must have been a very, very good girl.
She opened her eyes, they had been closed so tightly. Relief
flooded her being, then contentment as he applied kisses and her aloe lotion in
tiny circles...
Suddenly she was dumped from his lap, only to be lifted and crushed
against him in a furious bearhug. A deep kiss turned her legs to string and left her dizzy with need. But glancing at the clock told her he
was late, his lunchbreak was very nearly over. She followed him to the
door, and blushed as he lifted her chin and spoke for the first and
only time:
"Bye Brat, see ya Thursday."
