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 spankhardplssir

 Submissive Female

 Oklahoma

 5' 7"

 210 lbs

 47

 Hetero

 Caucasian

 03/17/12

 

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2/17/2013 5:07:21 PM

My newest writing:

 

When we left the restaurant, I don't know who was madder, He or I. I can only attest at that point how mad was. I found out later how mad He was.

            That waitress was awful and then He said I was rude and even worse He apologized to HER about my behavior and told her that I would be punished for it. really?!?!  the nerve of him. At that point in my mind, I had every intention of given him a piece of my mind. But, I had forgotten something, He wasn’t just the man in my life, He was my Dom. He was my master. He was the very reason for each breath I took.

            "Abigail, I am very disappointed in you." He never ever called me Abigail. I knew then just how angry He was. "you know better than to act like that any where but especially in public."

            I didn’t even try to argue my point. I was in for it big time. It had been a very long time since I was in this much trouble. I had an idea of the pain I would feel. I thought I was sorry for my behavior but He would make me much sorrier.

            I looked up when I felt the car slowing. He was pulling off the road onto a dirt lane. "Where are we?" I asked timidly.

            "Hush! I don’t want to hear you right now. I cannot put off your punishment until we get home. I need to handle this now.” He pulled into a small clearing and turned the car off. Roll down the window and get out. I'll be right back."

            He stalked off into the woods and I hurried to do his bidding. When He returned He had five long stripped willow branches. this would be a long whipping if he planned to use them one after the other. He walked around me and reached through the car window and retrieved a small ball of twine that He kept there. Then He looked down at me square in the eyes.

             "I am going to whip you for your behavior tonight. it is going to be long and it is going to be painful. then when we get home,  you are going to call roberta and cancel your shopping trip for thw weekend. You and I are going to be spending some time reminding you of your place." at this He took out his wallet and withdrew a handful of hundreds. "this is one thousand dollars. it was to be yours for your shopping trip. instead I am going to teach you a lesson that you wont forget. now, raise your skirt,  lower your panties and bend through that window."

            As I was following his instructions, He dropped the handful of money on my car seat and began tying the twine around one end of the willow switches. I had to stand on tip toes to bend through the open car window. My skirt was flipped up onto my back and my panties rode at mid thigh. He reached down and lowered my panties to my ankles. Then He leaned into the car window and spoke softly to me,

            "If you stand up even one time, I will cane you and that will make tomorrow even more unpleasant for you."

            The next thing I knew He was rubbing his hand across my bare bottom. He always did this just before He began. Suddenly, I felt not one but all of the switches land hard on my bare backside. I screamed. The willow switches spread out as they hit and covered my entire bottom at once. Just about the time that my brain registered the pain of the first stroke I felt the second one. I usually try to keep count in my head, just the way I am I guess. I lost count after stroke twelve. I was a blubbering mess.

            Finally, He stopped whipping me. He hadn’t spared any part of my backside from the top of my ass to just above my knees. He leaned into the window again. “I am going to give you twenty with my belt. They are going to be very hard and they will be fast. You keep count in your head and stop me after twenty. If you stop me, early, we will start over."

            This is something He did to help teach me to focus.


10/30/2012 6:35:04 PM

Something else I have written...

 

 

 

Just a little interruption...

 

 

 

You are sitting at your desk working. I come into your office quietly. (yes I can be quiet) I come over and sit on your desk right on top of your work that you are doing. I put my bare feet up onto your thighs. With a wicked evil grin, I spread my knees and you see that not only do I not have on any panties, but I am also completely bare.
I grin satisfied with myself. I have done what I set out to do. You are no longer working and I have your undivided attention. You sit back in your chair and watch me for a few moments. Your hands absently stroke my calves as you watch. After a few moments that feel like an eternity, you look at me in the eye and say softly, "lie back." you take each Of my feet and place them onto the desk. I'm thinking yummy, you are going to eat me. But as you push my skirt to my waist, you lean over me and whisper in my ear, "if you move, I will whip you harder than you have ever been whipped before".
Your hand rests on top of my mound and I know where I belong. At that you lean down and begin softly kissing just above my left knee. You work your way up to the top of my thigh. I shiver in anticipation. Then just as I expect your mouth to close over my pussy, you pull your head away. I raise on my elbows to protest. You our your hand on my chest, push me back down and raise your eyebrows. I feel your warm breath just above my right knee. You slowly work your way up to the top of that thigh. Your head hovers just above my pussy and I can feel your hot breath on it. I lift my hips, I want your mouth and tongue there. You pop my pussy hard with your fingertips. It stings. "it isn't about what you want." You've read my mind.
You get close to my clit that is standing out begging for your touch, but instead you kiss my inner thigh. You feel me move closer to you but you just pull back. You stand up and then tell me to stand up and bend over your desk with my skirt raised. “I told you to be still, you didn't listen. Now I am going to have to punish you” I stand looking at you. My eyes are half begging you not to punish me and half begging you to have no mercy, but you know the truth. It always wins out. I bend over your desk and raise my skirt high for your. My hands reach over and grasp the other side of your desk, waiting.
As I lay over your desk, the butterflies in my stomach have reached a fever pitch. I lay there anticipating the punishment I am about to receive. I hear your belt buckle and I know I will not be able to sit when you are done. I never can when you use your belt. Then the sound I dread, the sound of your belt sliding through the loops. There is a moments pause. I know in this time that you have doubled the belt and you are holding the tongue end as well as the buckle in your large palm. You rub your other palm across my ass. It is cool under your touch. It won't be for long. Another moment's hesitation and I hear the crack of the leather as it hits my skin. Milliseconds later, my brain registers intense pain. I am immediately crying to myself. You whip me with the belt fast and hard. You cover every inch from the top of my ass down to the sit spot which you whip hardest of all, all the way down to mid thigh. Then you work your way back up. Each stroke of the belt is unbearably painful. Mostly because you are angry with me. You are not whipping me because it pleases you to do so. You are shipping me because I disappointed you. As you continue to whip me, I beg you for your forgiveness. Finally you stop. You tell me to turn around and sit back the way I was.
I do. I return to how I was sitting before. It hurts. My ass is so sore that I can barely be still. It is painful to sit on. You push me back on the desk again, lean over and whisper to me while holding eye contact, "if you move again, you won't be able to sit... EVER!. I simply nod and whisper "Yes Sir!" I believe you. I am so disappointed in myself for letting you down. I lay there and let a tear roll from the corner of my eye but I don't dare wipe it away. You return your attention to my pussy. you kiss along the inside of each thigh. Finally, you very lightly lick up the slit of my pussy. I groan. I want to press myself into your face but I resist. Your tongue plays with my lips and I can feel my juices escaping and running into the crack of my ass. You allow it to. I feel your tongue pressing into me and playing with my clit. It is almost too much for me to bear. I want you so badly. Your tongue moves more and more quickly across my clit. I can't stand it anymore and you know it. You pull your head away and tell me I had better not come. You know that this is the true test for me. I am so close. You take my clit between your teeth and you nibble lightly. I am ready to scream. You let go of my clit and you begin blowing warm air across it. You lean back and tell me that you are going to spank my clit and my thighs and it is only then that I may come. I nod quickly and whisper "Yes, Sir!" You lean back and you take your belt, you use just the tongue end and you start spanking me with it along the inner thigh. You know that I hate to be spanked there. that just makes you spank me all the harder there. At first, you avoid my clit. but when you have turned my inner thighs a bright red, you turn your attention to my clit. You begin spank my clit with the tongue of the belt hard. It takes just moments before I am coming hard. I scream through my orgasm as you continue to spank my clit harder and harder. As my orgasm recedes, you stop spanking and just massage my clit with your hand. As I begin to relax, you gather me into your arms and draw me down to your lap. I have gotten the attention that I wanted from you and you sit in your big leather chair and cradle me. We sit that way for several moments. Then you reach down and pull my chin up so that you can look into my eyes. "You have been very naughty little one. I think you knew that if you interrupted me today you would be punished. You know that you are not to interrupt my work. So when I finish, I am going to come to you and you are going to be punished severely. Do you understand me little one?" My eyes immediately go down. I knew this was a distinct probability. But, I so badly wanted your attention. The punishment I would get later would be worth the time I spent with you today. "Now, go back to your room and I will be there shortly.". With that you pushed me off your lap and I went to the door. You returned to your work. Before I left the room, I turned and watched you for a moment. You had a smile on your face as you finished your work. I made you happy for just a bit.
The End


10/30/2012 6:31:46 PM

The Dream.... Revised (but not yet finished)

 

 

 

    This is the beginning of a story that I am working on. I don't know where I am going with it yet. But, I really like it. It started out as a dream and I have expanded it. Hope you all enjoy it. I accept all types of criticism both bad and good. :D
    My life used to be simple. Poor yes, but simple. I thought I liked things simple. Now, I’m not so sure. Sometimes when things take an unexpected turn, life gets better. Sometimes it doesn’t. Here is what happened to me.
    We snuck into the multi-billion dollar building for the third time. I had heard a lot about the building. The first twenty-two floors of the building are the headquarters for the company that controlled the world and the last three floors are the home of vicious old bastard who owns it.
    Our plan didn't work the first two times; I don't know what possessed us to believe it would work the third time. I think we must have been idiots or something. For all the brains between us, there were simply neurons that just weren't firing.
    The first two trips into the building went exactly the same. Darby and I were able to sneak through the main lobby, into the elevator and ride up to the ninth floor without being spotted. When we arrived at the ninth floor, we left the elevator and made our way to the third door on the left. We did what we came to do and then we went back down the elevator to sneak out the service entrance.
    We never made it out the service entrance. The first time we made it halfway down, we could hear shouting and we got scared and pulled the stop button on the elevator. That was just another dumb move because that alerted them to our location. I found out later that they didn't actually know we were still in the building until we did that. After listening for a moment, we decided to restart the elevator, hop off at the next floor and book it up to the roof and hope the helicopter would fly over in time. I wasn't interested in getting caught. I had heard plenty about the guy that owned this place. They said the old man was just pure evil.
    So, Darby and me, we make it to the roof without encountering any security the first time and sure enough, there comes the chopper. The second trip we made it about as far but we had a narrow miss. Both times, we made it to the roof and the helicopter was right there. So we were able to get away both times.
    I guess the first time, the guy must have thought that he was being invaded by homeless people or something. Who knows, maybe he thought it was aliens because, the second time the security was tighter and it took a little more stealth to get in. That was just the first part of our plan. The second part of the plan was the REALLY dumb part. See, after a certain period of time, I was supposed to sneak back into the building so that I could set off the device. The way the device was supposed to work was when I set it off, it was supposed to zap all of the guy's computers AND any computer that he was linked to. That would take out some major businesses as well as some big banks because supposedly he has the main control of them from his office.
    That was ultimately our goal. See this guy, his name is Thayden Berenger. He owns half of the free world that we know of. He probably owns half of the part that isn’t free too. It is because of him that Darby and I were so bad off. He took over the factory where we worked and all the factory workers were put out. Neither of us have much of an education so there isn’t much we can do. Now we could hardly afford to feed ourselves, much less afford a place to live. Once we lost our jobs, our little apartment was close behind. We moved to the streets. We had been pretty happy for the first few years we were together but then with the factory closing and not being able to afford the apartment and all; the stress was getting to us. I knew it was only a matter of time before we split up.
    Splitting up wasn't something that I really wanted. I mean, an unpleasant known is always better than any level of unknown right? So anyway, in a last ditch effort to save what little we had between us, we hooked up with this group of people who disliked this Berenger guy as much as we did and that's how we ended up where we were. We were proving to them we could be trusted by sneaking into the enemy’s headquarters and dismantling his world. If it worked, I wouldn’t need that group anymore; but I didn’t see that then.
    So, we sat down to revisit our plan of how we were to get into and destroy this guy's world and we decided that instead of trying to lock onto his mainframe, we would just hook in remotely through his elevator computers. We waited a week before trying the third time.
The day came for us to try again. We actually managed to walk into the building and go straight to the elevators. Since I was the one that knew how to hook up the device to the wiring system, Darby was the lookout. We hit the button for the eighth floor and I went to work. I had everything hooked before we ever made it up. Then, when the elevator doors opened we pushed the button for the lobby. I was really scared going back down because this was as far as we had made it the two times before but it always fell through. The elevator made it to the lobby without incident and we walked right out the front door. It was a piece of cake.
    We were almost giddy to have made it all the way through. Now all we had to do was the last part. We walked down the road to a gas station where we bought a few sodas. This time things were going perfectly. I couldn't help but giggle a couple of times. We were really going to make it this time. Darby's cell phone rang and it was our contact. He said that the software was set up and he was ready to activate the system. Now all they needed was for me to go back to the elevator and use the small handheld device to create a glitch in the system for about half a minute until they could get the software in.
    That move was no problem for me. Darby would wait in the van and I would be in and out in less than 5 minutes. The handheld computer was the size of a cell phone and would emit a signal that would throw off their system. All that our contact needed was a thirty second glitch and we were home free. This would ensure that the old man who owned everything would lose it all, just like we had. The plan from here on couldn't go wrong, but it did. I walked through the front door and headed straight for the elevators just like before. Just as my hand reached out to touch the elevator buttons, a strong hand rested on my shoulder.
    "Excuse me, Miss? May I be of some assistance to you?" Oh my goodness. this man looked amazing. My brain was now in the midst of a thirty second glitch. He had one of those deep dreamy voices that would make a woman just scream for an orgasm. He also had just a hint of an accent. I wasn't sure where it was from. I am sure that I stuttered a moment before answering him.
    "I... um... no you can't. Thank you though." And with that I turned back to the elevator and punched the button. The dream man waited a beat and then he put his hand on my arm again.
    "I'm sorry Miss. but, you aren’t going to get on that elevator."
    "Oh but it is alright. See I have an appointment with Mr. Berenger. He is expecting me so it's alright for me to go up. In fact, if you don’t let me get on the elevator, I am going to be late. You must know how Mr. Berenger is, he can’t stand to be kept waiting." I was really praying at this point that my lie wouldn't fall through. I could feel things getting worse by the second. I considered for a split second turning and bolting out the front door. But the second time the dream man took hold of me, he didn't let go. He studied me for a moment with those dark brooding eyes.
    "Miss, would you come with me for a moment?" With that, he firmy gripped my elbow and guided me down the first floor hallway. I never made it into the elevator.
    Dream man led me down the length of the hallway and we entered a room at the end. It looked like one of those police interrogation rooms that you see on television.
    He walked me to one of the two chairs there and motioned for me to sit. I was a little bewildered so I sat without having to be asked. I still marveled at how beautiful this man was. It didn't register with me just how much trouble I was in.
    "Miss, why are you here?" The man asked so quietly that it took a moment for me to realize that he had spoken.
"umm... what?" He just watched me. All at once I got the impression that this man is accustomed to not having to ask questions twice and that people don't lie to him.
    "I asked why you are here."
    "I... umm.... I have an appointment with Mr. Berenger." This time it was my turn to speak softly. He studied me quietly for a moment the way a teacher does when they aren't sure if you are telling the truth. The moments passed and he didn't respond. I almost spoke again thinking that he hadn't heard me.
    "So, you are the one. Did you work alone? No I know you didn't. Your accomplice was spotted the second time you entered this building. What do you want?" He spoke with such calm and quiet that I was taken aback. My daddy always used to speak like that when he was really mad. I figured my best defense right now was to stick to my story and play stupid.
    "I'm sorry Sir; I'm here to see Mr. Berenger. I have an appointment with him. You work here, you should know that he doesn't really like to be kept waiting. I am going to be late." I stood up by my chair but I didn't move away from it.
    "Oh really? Would you like to know something really interesting?” I nodded stupidly as I slowly sat back down into my chair. Dream man stood and came toward me. He bent over so there was only a hair's breadth between our noses. He then spoke very slowly and plainly. “I. Am. Mr. Berenger." I was dumbfounded. I didn't know what to say. I just sat there and stared at him the same way he stared at me. I didn't have a response for him and he just continued to wait as if I had more to say. Finally he stood up and walked to the window and ran one manicured hand through his hair.
    "Well, we are at an impasse. Why did you come here? What do you want with me and my company? Why do you keep invading my home?" I didn't answer any of his questions. It wasn't that I didn't want to, my tongue wouldn't work and my brain was working overtime. How could this utterly beautiful man be Thayden Berenger? No, he had to be lying. I had heard about Thayden Berenger. everyone called him an old decrepit man. This man couldn't be more than 35, 40 at the most. I was confused and couldn't make sense of what my brain was telling me and how my body was reacting. It was too much. And then, the beautiful man was speaking again. But, I hadn't heard him. I was lost in my own world.
    "Are you going to tell me?" He slapped his hand down on the table between us. That brought me back to the present. He looked at me hard and angry. "Things will go better for you if you cooperate. Now what do you want from me?"
    "What do we want?" I paused for a moment before my anger snapped. It had been all this man's fault that my world had fallen apart. I snapped and my rant began. I stood up and came face to chest with him. I raised myself to my full height and squared my shoulders. "We want you to suffer as we have. It is all your fault! Me and Darby were doing okay. We weren't rich, but we were making it. We would have been married in another year or so and then we could have had a baby. But you are a selfish ass and you closed the factory. Everyone who worked there is out on the streets now and it is all your fault!" I didn't realize that there were tears rolling down my cheeks until he reached across the table and wiped one away.
    "Give me your phone." I shook my head slowly until I realized he was talking about the device. I held it out to him as I spoke.
    "It isn’t a phone. It's a... a thing." He looked at it intently.
    "What does it do?" He continued to turn it over in his hand. I collapsed back into the chair.
    "I don't know what it does exactly. It is designed to destroy your world." His eyes grew three times in size when he realized the magnitude of what I had said. He laid the device on the table between us and looked at me calmly. His voice had returned to that soft soothing voice from earlier.
    "Tell me everything." I hadn't intended to tell him anything. But, I started speaking and before I knew it, I had spilled the whole story to him.
    "So you are saying that you have no family to help you and this group used you and Darby to get to me?" I nodded. There was nothing more for me to say. "Where is Darby now?"
    "He is in a white van sitting across the street from the front entrance. If I know him well, he’s probably asleep." He nodded then stood up and walked to the door and opened it. He was speaking softly to the person on the other side of the door. It never even occurred to me to possibly try to escape while he wasn’t paying attention. I was mentally exhausted. Then he came back in the room and sat down in the chair across the table and opposite me.
    "Darby will be joining us soon. What is your name?"
    "Channing." I hadn't realized that was the one fact I had failed to supply him with. He nodded and just sat there with a thoughtful look on his face. Finally, when he looked up at me he had that angry look on his face again.
    "Channing, if you know what is good for you, you will NOT speak when Darby gets here. You will not go down for this alone." Before I could even think to respond, there was a knock at the door. Thayden Berenger stood and walked to the door. He opened it and the person on the other side of it handed him a briefcase and an empty duffle bag. He closed the door and brought both items back to the table. Just as he laid them on the table, there was another knock on the door. Although this time, it opened immediately and in came the largest man I had ever seen holding Darby's arm twisted behind his back. The big man shoved Darby forward and he stumbled forward toward the now empty chair that was sitting opposite me. Darby didn't look up at me, he just hung his head. I knew then that he had tried to run. He had every intention of leaving me there to take the fall.
    "Darby is it?" Mr. Berenger was leaning against the wall and had his arms crossed across his chest and his foot propped on the wall as well. Darby didn't answer him; he just continued to look at the table. "Who is this woman to you?" Darby jerked his head up at the question. He glanced first at me and then at Mr. Berenger. I don't think he was expecting the question. He repeated it.
    "What dya mean?" Darby stammered through his question. It was obvious that he didn't know what answer was expected. For me, it wasn't difficult to remain quiet. I found that I wanted to know the answer as well.
    "I mean Sir just what I said. Who is this woman to you? What does she mean to you?" Darby took an audible gulp.
    "Well, we used to live together. But, we aren't married or anything like that. If she said different she's lying!" His words rushed out and it felt like they slammed so hard into my chest that it took my breath away. The bastard was throwing me away like a piece of rotten meat.
    "She didn't say different. So, Darby, what amount of money would it take for you to walk away and never think again about her OR me?" He paused a moment before continuing. "$5,000?"
    "I... umm...." Darby stuttered on. He truly didn't know how to respond. Before he could say any more, Thayden Berenger spoke again.
    "$10,000?" Darby just stared at him saying nothing.
    "Okay fine. $20,000 is my final offer."
    "Cash?" Darby blinked and asked quietly. I really didn't believe that Darby would take the money. We were planning to be married. I still wasn't having difficulty staying quiet, I was too dumbfounded to speak. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
    "Yes Darby, I can give you cash right now. Do we have a deal? You take the money and never even think about me, my company or her ever again. Deal?" He extended his hand like a businessman would when agreeing to a settlement. But that is exactly what he was doing wasn't he?
    "Deal." Darby said it quietly without ever looking at me. He rose and shook Mr. Berenger's hand and waited as he walked to the table, opened the briefcase, took out several stacks of hundred dollar bills. He shoved the bills into the duffle, zipped it and held out the duffle to Darby. Darby looked shocked.
    "You are serious?" Mr. Berenger just stood there holding out the duffle. Darby reached out and took the duffle and Mr. Berenger walked to the door and held it open. As Darby approached the door, Mr. Berenger looked down at him, “Darby, I would have paid a hundred times the amount.” When Darby finally walked through, he did so without ever looking back. Mr. Berenger closed the door behind Darby and leaned against it looking at me.
    "So, as you said before, you have no one? Well, now you have me. Consider yourself bought and paid for. You belong to me now." It took me a few moments for my brain to register. What did he mean that I belonged to him? I'm not property. I couldn't belong to him. Could I?
    "Come with me Channing." and he took me by the elbow to help me stand. I was still in shock over what had just happened. This couldn't be real. As we got to the door, he reached for the knob. I turned and looked at him. Before I could say anything, he put his finger to my lips to silence me. "Shh. We will talk more upstairs." And for some reason, that was enough. He led me through the door and down the corridor to a different elevator.
    I’m not sure what I expected but it isn’t what I got. We rode the private elevator up to the 23rd floor. When the doors opened, I was dumbfounded at what I saw. It was beautiful and elegant and just incredible. There was light and glass everywhere. It was absolutely stunning. As amazing as the room was, it screamed masculinity. It was the most sunningly beautiful site I had ever seen. I just stood in the open doors of the elevator and stared. Mr. Berenger typed a code into the elevator key pad and placed his hand at the small of my back. I could feel heat coming from his palm through my thin clothes and it caused me to shiver violently.
"Come." The single word was a command if I had ever heard one. I knew that there would be no escaping him. For one fleeting moment, I don't know that I wanted to escape. I didn't know what he planned to do with me. I felt a combination of fear and excitement.
    The living area was massive. There was leather and mahogany everywhere. The couches were made of such a rich leather that I felt like I could just dive into them and stay there forever. I glanced at Mr. Berenger and he had a look of grim determination.
    "Where is your wife?" I asked softly. He didn't stop walking when he answered me.
    "I'm not married. I live alone. We will have all the privacy that we need." Privacy? What do we need that for? My mind was spinning again. What did this man mean to do to me? I hesitated and he stopped. He looked at me with dark eyes and I could see the anger there.
    "Channing. I have something that you need to understand. YOU BELONG TO ME!" As he said this, he stepped face to face with me. Well it would have been face to face if I had been a foot taller. He took my chin in his hand to prevent me from looking away from him before he continued. "You are going to be at my beck and call twenty-four hours a day. You will experience things that you never dreamed of. I will see personally to your every need. You will not want for anything. However, I am incredibly angry that you tried to destroy my company. My father spent his life building this company. I inherited this company only two years ago but it means the world to me in more ways than one. I lost my father to this company. You will be punished for your behavior today. It will not be tolerated. I assure you that I have a very painful punishment in store for you. But you will blossom here. You will became an amazing woman. I will have my way in all things. Are we clear?" I could only nod. My powers of speech once again failed me.
    At this point, he took me by the hand and all but pulled me toward the staircase. The stairs were white cast iron and they curved up toward the high ceiling. I followed him. I was too terrified to resist him. What did he mean I would be punished. What was he going to do? At the top of the stairs, he turned left and walked along a balcony overlooking the living area into another room. This one was a massive bedroom. The glass, mahogany and leather was the theme here as well. I was thinking how lovely it all was when it dawned on me that we were in his bedroom. I froze. The first thing I could think was that he was going to rape me. Please God, don't let that happen. I would never survive it. He continued to all but drag me across the room toward a door. Through this door was a solid white bathroom. It was the largest bathroom that I had ever seen. The apartment that I had shared with Darby hadn't been this big. My whole apartment could fit in here. Again, I was amazed at the beauty of the room. Once in the bathroom, he let go of my hand. I stood in the doorway and gawked at him and the room we were in. I had never seen so much beauty in one place. Mr. Berenger moved around the room with ease. He rifled through drawers pulling different things out. Finally, he came to me and handed me a razor and some shaving cream. Then he went to a large shower and turned the water on. Water came from every direction including the ceiling. Ten people could have easily fit in there with room to spare.
    "Channing, you are to shower, shave, wash your hair," He paused and looked me over from top to bottom. "Twice. When you are done, I want you to come to me in my study. It is at the other end of the balcony. Is that clear?" I nodded dumbly. With that, he stepped out of the bathroom and shut the door firmly. I know that I must have stood there for another five minutes just looking around. It was at this point that I realized that the only thing I had was on my back. I would have nothing to wear when I got out of the shower. Well, I would just have to wear it. I stepped over to the door and made sure it was closed before I stripped out of my grubby jeans and sweat shirt. I took off my underclothes and laid them all as neatly as I could on the toilet. I looked at them. They looked so out of place in this pristine room. I felt how inadequate I was. I didn't have the right to even shower here. Then I realized that quite some time had gone by and if I didn't hurry, he might come back and there I would be standing naked and then he would see me. I couldn't have that. I stepped cautiously into the shower and felt the water. It was like Heaven. Steam rose out of the shower and I stepped into the warm water. I can't remember a time when I had been able to take a steaming hot shower. In the apartment that I shared with Darby, the water was maybe luke warm at best. I know I must have stood under the water for ages. It felt incredible on my skin. As my skin tingled under the water, I picked up the clean wash cloth that wasn't dingy with age but a perfect white. I put the wash onto the cloth and it immediately started to froth. I rubbed it all over my skin and I could feel the grim leaving me. I had always tried to be clean but now I realized that I had never really been so. After rinsing, I picked up the bottle of shampoo and smelled it. It smelled of roses and I could imagine a fabulous garden. The heady scent made me sigh. I did as he had commanded and washed my hair, twice. I used the conditioner that was the same fragrance and my long brown hair felt like silk. I really didn't want to get out of the shower, but I didn't want him to come back even more. I turned the water off and stood in the steam. It was only at that moment that I realized that there hadn't been a door on the shower. It was just glass blocks that you walk around. They had lights inside of them and in the steamy room, they were beautiful. How can a thing be so beautiful.
    I stepped out of the shower and took the towel that he had hung on the hook just outside of the shower. The towel was so soft that it felt like what I imagined a baby's skin would feel like. And it was massive. The towel easily wrapped around me twice. I wasn't that big. I was very thin from not having enough to eat. I just stood there feeling at peace and clean. For a few minutes, I put everything else in the world out of my mind. Feeling as clean as I did, I dreaded putting my grungy clothes back on. But, there was nothing else to be done. They would have to do. I turned to the toilet and realized my clothes were gone! Where were they? I gasped. I looked all around and didn't see them anywhere. In their place was a white robe that was just as plush and soft as the towel. Did he mean me to wear it? When had he come into the bathroom? And why would he take my clothes? I knew a great deal of time had passed and that I needed to get to his study. He was already angry with me. Maybe, if I did as he asked, this punishment business would disappear and he would let me go. There were no underthings for me to put on so I wrapped myself in the robe and tied the tie tightly around my small waist. I used a smaller towel that was on the counter to wrap around my hair. I didn't see a comb to untangle my hair so the towel would have to be it for now. In my bare feet, I opened the bathroom door and stepped into his room again. As I did, I could hear music coming from somewhere. The strains of the music drifted softly in through the open bedroom door. I followed the sound down the hall and across the balcony. The doorway at the other end was cracked open just a bit. I padded softly to the door and pushed it ever so gently. It opened without a sound and I found him sitting at a massive black piano. He was playing the music. As he played, I stood in the doorway and silently watched as his graceful hands danced across the white. This man who was so tall and dark, who ran a massive company that practically ruled the world was creating music that was fit for angels. After a couple moments of him playing he stopped and turned to the doorway. I felt my face redden to be caught watching him and my eyes went to the floor.
    "Better?" Was all that he said. I nodded slightly and he said, "Come here." He rose from the piano bench and patted the seat, indicating that I should sit down. I did as he said and he began to unwrap the towel from my hair. I noticed for the first time the heavy wooden hairbrush on the small table next to the piano as he picked it up. He began to gently brush the tangles from my wet hair. It felt so good, that I closed my eyes. I can't ever remember having someone brush my hair. It felt surreal. After a few moments, I realized that he had stopped. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. "Turn around." As I did so, he stood in front of me and just watched me. He just stared at me taking in my fresh washed face and my wet hair that was beginning to curl slightly around my face and at the ends.
    "Mr. Berenger, I'm really sorry for trying to mess up your computers. I promise I won't do anything like that again. Please will you let me have my clothes and let me go home?" I begged. Tears filled my eyes. He reached out and took hold of my hand.
    "Channing, I appreciate that you are sorry. However, I can't help but wonder if it is that you are sorry you did it or sorry you got caught. I know you won't do anything like that again, because I am going to make sure of that. I am a firm believer in old fashioned punishments. No, you may not have your clothes back, they were horrible. I have sent them out to be burned. You will have new ones here before bedtime. And as far as you going home, well, this is your home now." He stopped and watched my reaction before continueing. "Channing, how old are you?"
    "I'm an adult, you can't keep me here."
    "Well, you are right and you are wrong. You are an adult, in age anyway. And I can keep you here. You will be allowed to leave when I say so and not a moment sooner. You may well be an adult in age, but you have a lot of growing up to do. I am going to make sure that it is done right. Now, You and I are going to have dinner. You will just have to wear the robe. My clothes are far too large for you and your new ones haven't arrived yet. After dinner, I want you to try on your clothes to make sure that they fit. Then we are going to meet back here in my study to discuss your punishment." My heart stopped. I had hoped he had forgotten about it. Apparently he hadn't. "Now, come with me, dinner should be ready." He stood and waited for me to do the same. I did and he took my hand and led me back out of the study and down the stairs. Instead of going through the living area, we turned left and I realized we were in a dining area. He walked me to a chair and pulled it out for me. He then sat to my left at the head of the table. As he sat, an older lady came into the room with a platter and placed it in front of us.
    "Would you like wine with dinner?" She glanced at me but her question was obviously for her employer.
    "No Mrs. Gudden. We will just drink water tonight. We both need our wits about us." He smiled a knowing smile at me as he said this.
    "Then I will leave you, Thad. Have a good night."
    "Oh we will Mrs. Gudden. Thank you for everything. I'll clean up when we are done."
    "Thank you. I'll leave as soon as the clothes arrive and I see that they are taken up properly." As she turned to go back to the kitchen, she paused and placed a hand on my shoulder. I glanced up at her and was rewarded with a small smile. Then she left. In the moments that followed, Mr. Berenger put succulant meat on my plate and a variety of steamed vegetables.
    "That was Martha Gudden. She has been with my family for my whole life. I can't remember a time before her. I expect she will continue on with me for a good long time." I nodded but didn't respond. Mr. Berenger fell silent as well as he turned to his plate. He left me to my thoughts as I tried to piece together everything that happened that day.
    Dinner was exquisite. It was like nothing I had ever had. Well, what I had eaten was anyway. I didn't eat much that night, I was too nervous. My thoughts were solely on the days events. I was little more than a slave.
    I glanced over at him and realized that I only came to mid-chest on him. I studied him in silence. He was tall, really tall and he had an incredibly broad chest. His biceps were enough that they alone could make a woman melt. I didn't know alot, but there was no way this man was a business man. I was completely confused. Thayden Berenger was an old man, but this man had said he was Thayden Berenger. The old man had owned this company for years and years but this man wasn't old enough to had built it into the empire that it was. The sound of silverware being placed onto the plate brought me to attention. He was watching me.
    "All done?" I couldn't answer so I just nodded. He stood from the table and I quickly followed. I stood beside my chair shivering, not in the cold but in fear. He grasped my elbow and led me to another door. We stepped into an amazing room. The room was massive. I don't know how I knew, but it was very masculine. The furniture was all oversized and dark wood.He escorted me into the room and to one of the oversized couches.
    "Sit." Was all that he said. His tone told me that it was best not to argue. He left the room and went through a doorway. I sat there for a moment longer and then I stood and slowly circumvented the room. Everything in the room was rich and dark and masculine. There were trinkets that I knew weren't from our country, but I couldn't identify their origin. I stopped at the windows and looked down into the city. I didn't hear him return. He came up behind me. "It is a beautiful site isn't it?"
    "Yes." I said softly. "I just wanted to be happy and to have a family and to be left alone." I turned and found myself staring directly into his chest. I was angry and there were tears in my eyes. "IT IS ALL YOUR FAULT. I COULD HAVE HAD EVERYTHING I WANTED. I DIDN'T WANT TO BE RICH, JUST HAPPY" I didn't realize it at first but I was pounding on his chest as I screamed at him. He let me vent and then I broke into sobs. He took hold of my wrists and held them as I cried. He pulled me to him and just let me cry.
    After a few moments, I quieted and he finally released me. He immediately became a hard man again.
    "We are in need of a discussion. Come sit." He again led me to the couch where he indicated that I should sit down. I did and he sat next to me. I was uncomfortable with the closeness of such a manly man. I had been with Darby forever and Darby was nothing compared to this man. "You young lady are in trouble. Darby will be taken care of by my security. They followed him and will be infiltrating the group that sent you. However, you are the one that did the deed. That is a problem."
    I sat with my hands in my lap, staring at them. "What are you going to do to me? I don't want to go to jail."
    "Oh, my dear, you will not be going to jail." He chuckled. Then, he looked at me very seriously. "I will be handling your punishment myself." I glanced up at him.
    "W.. what do you mean?" I tried to swallow but my mouth had suddenly gone very dry. "What are you going to do to me?"
    "I am going to spank you."
    "NO!" I didn't hesitate with that response. "I am too old to be spanked! I haven't been spanked since my daddy was alive!"
    "Did your daddy spank you often?" He asked calmly.
    "Yes! He would use his belt on me and whip me but good." He took my hand in his and rubbed the back of it while we talked.
    "How old were you the last time he spanked you?" He continued to rub my hand.
    "I was fifteen. It was two weeks before the fire at the factory. He was killed in it." I watched him rub my hand.
    "Who did you live with after that?" I could feel his eyes on me.
    "No one. Whereever I could find. I met Darby when I was sixteen. He asked me to move in with him so I did. I quit school when my daddy died and would work where I could. When I moved in with Darby, I lied about my age and went to work at the factory. That is until YOU closed it." The fire was back in my eyes and in my voice. I yanked my hand away from his.
    "Chany, how old are you now?" He ignored my most recent outburst and took hold of my hand again to rub it.
    "My name is Channing. I am nineteen. So you see, I am too old for a spanking!" I tried to pull my hand away again and he held on.
    "Chany, a young lady who is naughty is never too old for a spanking. I don't care if you are forty, if you behave like less than a lady, you will be spanked in this household." I stared up into his eyes. He leaned forward and grabbed the large flat backed hairbrush. I hadn't noticed it sitting there. I have to assume that is what he got when he left the room because it definitely wasn't sitting there when we came in.
    "You can't mean to use that on me!" I tried again to pull my hand back.
    "Yes ma'am, I certainly do. I have every intention of blistering your backside with this brush." He watched my facial expression as I processed this declaration. "Now, you are going to stand up in front of me right now." He waited as I slowly rose and stood before him. "You are going to go over my knee and I am going to spank you hard."
    "No." This time, I wasn't loud about my argument. I knew he could overpower me, I just couldn't believe that he meant to spank me.
    "Yes." In one swift movement he had me over his knee and the robe was up around my waist. My bare backside was on full display. I was mortified. I struggled and tried to get up but I found out very quickly that his size advantage made sure that I wouldn't be able to get up until he was good and ready to let me up. "Now, I am going to spank you with my hand. This will be your warm up. When I am done with that, I am going to apply this sturdy wooden brush to your backside. You understand why I am spanking you, don't you?"
    "Yes Sir." Sir?? Why in the world had I said that? Because that is what I said to my daddy when he made me bend over for a whipping. At that point, I remembered the whippings of my childhood. I immediately began struggling. He easily pinned my free arm to my back and wrapped his arm around my waist. I knew at that point I was in big trouble.
    "Young lady, be still." He began to spank me. The first swat didn't hurt but it got my attention. I immediately knew this would hurt. He wasted no time following up that first swat with many more. They weren't that hard but they were steady and my squirming quickly became kicking and crying. Each swat didn't hurt, but collectively, my backside was becoming very warm and very tender. As quickly as he started, he stopped. It took me a moment. I made to get up and he tightened his grip on my waist. "Where do you think you are going?"
    "B...but you spanked me, aren't you going to stop now?"
    "No ma'am. You are going to be well spanked. I told you, the spanking with my hand was just the warm up. Now we will use the brush." With that he picked up the brush and the first swat sounded like a shot ringing out through the room. The tears came immediately. The second swat landed on the other side of my rear end and I was sobbing. I can't begin to say how many swats he gave me but I was sobbing and howling and kicking and trying to get away. I was caught in his arms good and he was blistering my back side. I can't say when he stopped, I was crying so hard, I never knew. Finally, I realized he was no longer holding on to my waist and he was gently rubbing my back. He let me lay across his hard thighs until I calmed. Then he helped me stand and my hands immediately went to my fanny and I started to rub. He reached out and took my hands away from my bottom and held them in his hands. "No rubbing. Now, you take yourself to that corner over there and put your nose in it. If I see you rubbing your back side, I will take off my belt and whip you good. Do you understand me young lady?"
    "Y..y..yes Sir." I was crying again as I stammered over my response. I turned and he grabbed my waist, before I could ask why, he had tucked the bottom of the robe into the waistband. He gave me a little push and I shuffled to the corner that he had indicated. I stood there with my nose in the corner, my hands at my sides and my very sore fanny on display. I could hear him moving around the room. I heard ice being put in a glass and a liquid being poured. It seemed like it was forever that I stood there. Finally, I heard him sit.
    "Come here." I turned and shuffled back to him. I stood before him with my hands at my side. I had completely forgotten that I was half naked and that he could see everything. My attention wasn't on my front. "You may pull down the robe."
    I jumped first and then I tugged the robe from the waistband. When I was finally straightened, he patted the couch beside him. I sat and almost shot right back up. He took my hand and pulled me back down beside him.
    "Young lady, I want you sitting on that very sore fanny while we chat." I tried to keep the tears from overflowing from my eyes. "I spanked you because you came into my home and tried to destroy it. It wasn't me who did that to you. It was my father. My name is Thayden Berenger III. My father passed away a eight weeks ago. The transfer of the company to me happened six months ago quietly so that investors wouldn't withdraw their funds. Since I took over the company, no factories have closed at all." I sat there in shock. I know my jaw must have been in my lap. He reached over, put his finger under my chin and closed my mouth. "If you had made the appointment you claimed to have, I would have told you this and given you a job. However, now you are mine. I paid $20,000 for you and you now belong to me."
    "I am a human!" My voice burst forth before I could even think about it. "You can't own a human being!"
    "You can if you are me. Now, I am going to show you to your room. You will remain there until morning." With that he stood and pulled me to my feet. He led me to a set of stairs and led me up them. At the top of the stairs, we walked along the balcony to the bedroom we had been in before. We passed through the bedroom and went through a door into what I thought was a closet at first. Going through the door, I found there was another set of stairs. We went up this set and through a door at the top of the stairs. He stepped to the side to allow me to pass him. I stepped into a beautiful white room. Everything everywhere was solid white. The bedroom was huge and there was a large four poster bed in the center. There were windows on three of the walls. The wall that didn't have windows faced where the helicopter picked us up. There was light everywhere. I turned back to the man behind me.
    "I am to stay here?"
    "Yes, I won't lock the door, as long as you behave. There is a bathroom through the door over there. I have sent out for some new clothes for you. They will be brought up when they arrive. I will come and get you for breakfast in the morning. It will be served promptly at seven. Be sure you are ready." He turned to go and then stopped. "And remember, no rubbing." With that, he turned and disappeared down the stairs.


10/30/2012 6:18:39 PM

Savannah

    Savannah was aptly named. She was born and raised in a small rural town right outside of Savannah Georgia. She was raised as a proper southern young lady. She always said yes ma'am and no sir to her elders regardless of their age or distinction. She was the oldest girl in a family of six children. All four of her brothers were older than her. She and her siblings were taught early to be respectful and the value of hard work. Savannah wanted nothing more than to escape the small southern town.
    She didn't feel like she was where she belonged. She didn't know where she would go one day, but she knew that she would be leaving right out of high school. The summer that Savannah was fourteen, she was getting ready to start her freshman year in high school, was the summer she began to make discoveries about who and what she was meant to be.     
    Savannah's mother asked her to go to Lady Margaret's house for a few dozen eggs. It would have been cheaper to get them at the grocery store, but Lady Margaret lived just a few farms over and selling the eggs was how she made her ends meet. Savannah's mother was all for helping out the older folks in the surrounding area. Savannah decided to walk instead of ride her bike to the older lady's home. Savannah loved summer time and she loved the heat and the sunshine. It was still early yet but Savannah was already dressed in short white denim shorts and a bright green tank top. The shorts showed off her long thin legs and her tank top was just loose enough to cover her small firm breasts. She went without a bra, she wasn't big enough to need one anyway and she wouldn't be seeing any boys from town as it were.
    It didn't take long for Savannah to walk the distance to Lady Margaret's house, buy the eggs and walk back. As she approached her house, she heard a familiar sound. Someone was getting a talking to. Savannah's parents were strict, but Savannah was a good girl, she didn't need a talking to often. In fact, it had been a while since she had gotten a good talking to. In her family, a good talking to involved someone being lectured, usually by Daddy, and then a whipping with his belt or the wood spoon from the kitchen. She knew it couldn't be any of the boys, they all lived away from home and three of them had their own families. It had to be her younger sister, Lee Ann. Lee Ann had just turned twelve and was forever getting into trouble.
    Savannah walked around to the back of the house and went into the kitchen. She didn't want to disturb Daddy and Lee Ann. That was a big deal in Savannah's family, you just didn't interrupt Daddy when he was about to spank someone. Savannah closed the screen door quietly and put the eggs into the refrigerator without making a sound. She had her hand on the door to go back outside when she heard something that made her stop.
    "Now, Deborah, what have I told you about spending money frivolously?" Savannah didn't hear the response. She was in shock. It was Mama that was getting the talking to. She didn't know how to respond and remained where she was with her hand on the door. "Deborah, you know what this means don't you? I haven't had to whip you for a long time, but it looks like I need to start again." Daddy spanked Mama? Savannah was frozen in place.
    "Yes Frank, you are right. There was no reason for me to buy three new dresses, I will return them today and see about getting the money back for them." Mama sounded so contrite.
    "How much did you spend on the three dresses?" Savannah could envision just what was happening. Mama would be standing in front of Daddy looking at the floor not at Daddy. Daddy would have a red face and that wrinkle that showed up on his forehead when he was mad.
    "Each one was $25." Mama sounded almost like a child.
    "Well, you know what that means, I am going to give you 25 with my hand, 25 with my belt and 25 with the wooden hair brush. You had best be glad that Lee Ann is at Patricia's house and that Savannah went to get those eggs. Otherwise, your daughters may be finding out that their mama gets her fanny spanked like a naughty little girl." Savannah took her hand off the door and went to stand by the living room door. She had never ever listened in on a spanking before, but she absolutely couldn't restrain herself. "Pull up your dress and lower your panties and get yourself over my knee."
    There was a brief pause as Savannah assumed that her mama was following Daddy's instructions because a few short moments later, she heard Daddy's hand slapping Mama's fanny hard. Mama was crying within the first few spanks. Savannah didn't count, she knew Daddy would make short work of it. She was right. After just a few minutes, the spanking stopped. She could hear Mama crying and Savannah was captivated.
    "Do you feel justified in buying those dresses now? Are you glad you got one of each color?"
    "No, sir." Mama sniffled out her answer.
    "Stand up and bend over. I want your hands on your ankles. Don't you let go and don't you stand up. You do and I will start over!"
    "Yes, sir." Savannah could hear movement from the other room. Then she heard the spanking start again. Daddy started. By the time he got to five, Mama was crying hard, but Daddy didn't let up. By fifteen, Mama was blubbering. That is what Daddy called it when you cried really hard. By the time Daddy got to 25, Savannah realized that she was rubbing her own bottom. Daddy stopped spanking again.
    "Deborah, stand up." There was a pause. "Deborah, do you think you going to buy things you don't need any time soon?"
    "N..n..no S..s..sir." Mama sounded like she and Lee Ann did when they got their butts busted.
    "Alright then, back over my knee you go." More shuffling and then Savannah heard the loud crack of the hairbrush on her Mama's fanny. She gasped and then she realized what she had done, she hoped it wasn't loud enough for them to know she was there. Daddy didn't miss a beat and by the time he had given Mama all 25, Savannah realized that she was rubbing herself over the top of her shorts. She was shocked at herself and stopped immediately. But she realized that she had liked the feeling. Then she heard her Daddy again, "alright then, you go to our room and stand with your nose in the corner, dress up and panties down until I get there. You know what the rest of your punishment is going to be." With that, Savannah shot up the stairs to her room being careful not to make a sound. Savannah wondered what the rest of the punishment could be. Her room was right next to theirs so she should be able to hear.
    She didn't have to wait long. She heard her mom walk into her room.  Savannah could hear her mom sniffling through the thin walls, she knew her mom had to be standing very close to the wall that separated the two bedrooms. Savannah laid down on her bed and listened to her mom's sniffle. Savannah's dad wasn't long behind her mother. Her father's voice was just as stern as it was before.
    “Deborah, come here and take off your dress and panties.” There was a shuffling sound and Savannah heard the squeak of her parents' bed. Then her dad's voice again. “Deborah, I am so disappointed in you. I am going to use this hairbrush on your backside and I am going to blister your fanny. You should be ashamed of yourself." Savannah could hear her mother's tearful response and then the spanking began. Each slap of the brush was punctuated by a yelp from her mama. After just a few swats, her mother was crying openly and loudly. The spanking seemed to go on forever. The spanking stopped long before her mama's crying did.
    Savannah had such mixed feelings. There were butterflies in her stomach and a heat in her groin that she couldn't begin to explain.

TO BE CONTINUED...


10/2/2012 7:36:02 PM
Ok fine. I posted two photos of me. Well, sort of. I altered them. I am not comfortable having unaltered shots on this site because of my public job. Anyway, you can see enough to get the idea and see if you want to see more of me/get to know more of me.

9/30/2012 9:43:24 PM

I think I need to start writing again. Or better yet, I need to start a blog. I could just post the address here. My profile doesn't seem to get read. What is it with men not wanting to read profiles. I think I'll look into a blog and then delete all of this stuff here. Not to mention, it seems my stories have gotten buried way down deep in my journal which means no one is reading them anymore. That makes me sad.


9/27/2012 9:36:56 PM

This current entry is something that I have been thinking about for a while but couldn't decide how I wanted to put it. I don't know that I have decided but I have gotten to the point that I have to say my peace. 

I have noticed that a LOT of people on online dating sites, whether it be here or some of the more vanilla sites often put on their profiles something to the effect of....

 "I am not a vain person. While yes chemistry is important, I am more interested in what is on the inside. What is on the inside and what a woman has to offer is much more important than their appearance" (This is said in my best imitation of a man voice)

Well, I am calling BULLSHIT on this one!! Pardon my poor language but there isn't any other way to put it. The people on these sites ONLY want a barbie or a stud. They can say otherwise, but they are lying through their fake teeth!!

I know what I am and I have never tried to hide it. I know that I am overweight, but not by much. I know that I am not the most beautiful out there, but I'm not ugly. I know this because my 9 year old tells me how pretty I am on a very regular basis and kids really call it like they see it.

I just get irritated that a conversation can begin and two people can really seem like they have a lot in common. Then the question comes, "you got a pic you can share?" (which brings up another point... it is "do you have a picture you could share??!!) I and then IF they bother to respond, the next line is, oh you aren't my type. I really want to tell them, you do know you have been on this site (whatever site it might be) for twelve million years and there is a REASON you are still single, jerkface!! But, I guess that would be childish and I would be lowering myself to their level but gee whiz it is irritating. So I have decided to put my rant here, not that any of the jerkfaces are actually going to read my profile. So, if we talk, don't be surprised if it takes a while for you to talk me into sending my photo. So there!

-*k*-

 

 


9/22/2012 8:45:03 AM

Wow, it has been a really long time since I have written and that seemed to be a series of rants. Well, this one isn't a rant. I started back to work. I'm a teacher so summers are long and hot and getting back into the swing of things takes time. Well, within a week of school starting, I got sick. This isn't really that uncommon. You get that many kids in one place all breathing on me and it happens. So, I get a cold that quickly gets worse and I go to the doctor. He says it is bronchitis and treats me. I take the full round of antibiotics and no better, so I go back. And get more meds, and it doesn't help so I go back and get more meds, and i don't get better... Yeah there is a pattern here. After a month and 4 rounds of antibiotics, I go to someone else. They tell me I have walking pneumonia. I don't get better and I go to someone else who tells me I have whooping cough. Well, I got a booster shot on that since I work with children and I go to someone else. To make a long story even longer, I finally find out that I have never been sick at all, I have developed an allergy to my blood pressure meds and the allergy is slowly becoming anaphalactic. I never heard of it. So, I go home, call some trusted nurses that I know and lo and behold, it is very rare but that is the allergy to this med. I have been taken off of it and given a steroid to calm down my lungs. Hopefully this will help.

 

K


8/27/2012 5:20:00 PM
Dont know that i have written about this before, and i dont feel like going back and looking (or spellchecking this). So yes there will be errors. I apologize for that. Anywho... it really bugs me when i see someone who claims to be an experienced dom and they are 20. I mean really?!? How much legal experience can you have? Maybe cm needs a definition section to explain a few terms to people. Just my opinion. More later.

7/30/2012 11:00:57 PM

Someone once told me that to truly understand what you believe, you needed to put it on paper. Then as your beliefs change, you change what you wrote. I did this and what I got was what I will call, my mission statement. It is true for me and me only. I won't push it on someone else, nor will I ask them to agree. However, I do ask that it be respected.

God has someone very special planned for me. The following is something I have thought about for a LONG LONG time.

    Women watch movies and so often, the man in the movies that we want are the strong hero who rides in and saves the day. The man that is truly that - the MAN. He doesn't take anything from anyone, he fights for what he believes in and he is steadfast in his belief. He grabs up the woman and rides away into the sunset with her to make her his. What we don't see is the after part and this is the part that I have thought a great deal about. What happens after? What is their relationship like? I can't imagine that he is a doormat for her. I can't imagine that she is the one who makes the final decisions in their marriage.
    In their happily ever after, I imagine that she is intelligent and strong and that she knows how to make decisions. I also imagine that these are the qualities that he sees and reveres in her. He encourages her to challenge him in intellectual discussions and they know how to argue their points respectfully. However, I also imagine that he leads his family mentally, physically and spiritually. I imagine that while he encourages all of those qualities and respects them and takes them into account, I also imagine that when it comes time to make a decision that he is the one that does it and she accepts his decisions. She accepts them because she knows first and foremost that he is a God loving and God fearing man. She knows that he has his family's best interest in mind. Will he make the wrong decision, sometimes. But, what would happen if she wanted as much control in their relationship as he did? I can't imagine it would work.
    Think about the innate God given differences between men and women. Men have an absolute honor code and they may never think you don't love them, but if you show by tone or attitude what you are trying to convey to them and it is not respectful. They shut you down. It is fight or flight. They also retreat or get very uncaring and hard in their response to you. But when a man feels respect, honor and praise for him, it enhances his masculinity and he wants to be a protector, emerges as the leader, provider and wants her secure and wants to draw near to her and will lay down his life for her. He will become all he is called to be and more and she reaps the benefits as well as a long lasting romance from him.
    A woman's goal is to feel love and security. So when she conveys things to him and doesn't get the response she wants, she feels unloved. When pressures of life happen, things spiral out of control, her sense of security is compromised. A woman gets worn  out, tired of the control,  having to take care of things, it ages her and there is a longing for someone to care and to feel as if she is cared for; when she has to control everything, make all the decisions. It becomes hard on a woman. When she takes her place to support, under gird and uphold him and let him take the helm, she becomes enhanced in every way as a woman, secured and knowing & feeling cherished and loved and goes into her full potential with her gifts and callings.   
    This is the type of thing that I want and I think it is a large part of why my other relationships haven't worked. I have searched the internet and I have searched the bible. I have read and read and with the years I have accumulated, I have figured out what I want. I want that hero that rides in and takes control. I think if you have a situation where both are in control, it causes dissension. Someone isn't going to be happy. In reading the bible, I found some verses that struck home with me. The verses I found are in Ephesians.
21 Submitting yourselves one to another in the fear of God.
22 Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord.
23 For the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church: and he is the saviour of the body.
24 Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in every thing.
25 Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it;
26 That he might sanctify and cleanse it with the washing of water by the word,
27 That he might present it to himself a glorious church, not having spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing; but that it should be holy and without blemish.
28 So ought men to love their wives as their own bodies. He that loveth his wife loveth himself.
29 For no man ever yet hated his own flesh; but nourisheth and cherisheth it, even as the Lord the church:
30 For we are members of his body, of his flesh, and of his bones.
Essentially my focus went to verses 22 - 24. In this, God tells us that Man is to submit to God and Wives are to submit themselves to their husbands. It spells out the hierarchy of the marriage for us. You would have thought that me being brought up in the church the way that I was, that I would have put this together a whole lot sooner, but I just didn't manage it. I had to sit down and analyze what HADN'T worked before. I don't want to be the one in charge in a relationship. I hate that level of control. I want to give it over to a man who has the strength to take it all. Can I handle it? Absolutely! But, I'm not happy and I haven't been, not in my adult relationships. I want a man to have authority within our relationship. Just like we have police and teachers and parents that have authority over us. I want to submit to my husband and give him complete authority over our relationship. I want his wisdom in decisions. I haven't had that before.
But, there is still more to it.
    I truly believe (personally) that for a man to have that level of control and authority, that I have to be willing to accept consequences for my actions or my lack of actions. There are plenty of people in the world that have complete self control and can do anything that they decide. Or they know what needs be done and they do it. I truly believe that I am someone who needs to have someone to "answer to" for lack of a better way to put it. For example, if my future husband has a "rule" in place such as No Smoking and I break it, then I should be accountable for that rule. If I break it, then I want to give him the authority to punish me (a spanking) for breaking the rule. After all, if I speed and get caught, I have to respect the authority of that policeman and take my punishment (a ticket). Just as if my children were to do something that they weren't supposed to, then it would be my authority that they would have to submit to and I would probably spank their butts. No, I don't like to give it, but I will when I have to. Just like, I don't like to receive it, but I would if I earned it. I want a relationship where my husband and myself have made a decision and he (and I agree with him) has actually made the decision to take the helm, being the head of the home, in pursuit of me, seeking to protect and grow the marriage,  increasing in love and securing our relationship and providing security. In order to secure this relationship boundaries and consequences are in place for the good of me and the marriage and us bonding more with each other.  A relationship where I have willingly submitted myself to my husband with him as the leader of the marriage and where I accept his role with the consequences with great results of ever increasing love and bonding in our marriage.

    These are the most important things to me in any future relationship. But, I want someone who loves me and whom I love with all of my heart. I am not searching lightly. I want the right one. This is what I believe and I would never ever ever push it on someone else.


7/30/2012 4:18:41 PM

Warning RANT:

OK, there are a couple things on here that are bothering me. I think I have spoken of one before. So, I will touch on that one briefly and then move on.

First, if I am incompatible with you, that doesn't make me any less real of a submissive. Nor, does it mean that I don't want to be a submissive in real life. It simply means that I am not going to be YOUR submissive. It seems that many people on here (men and women) will call someone fake if they don't work out together. That is a bunch of horse****. Just saying.

Second, I don't understand how someone can be on here being 20-21 years old and claim to have years and years of experience. At the very least, years and years indicates FOUR (minimum) and that would have put you at 16 or 17. Which would have made any activity such as this illegal in all 50 of the United States. Don't know about abroad but I am referencing the ones in the Good Old USA. Again just my opinion and just saying.

Thirdly, This happened today. I met someone, liked their profile and decided to talk on yahoo messenger. Within the first 5 lines, he wanted my cam on. When I explained to him that I have a very slow internet connection and that turning on the cam would boot me off. He told me to turn it on anyway. I again told him that I couldn't and he just left, no how do you do, no this won't work, just rudeness. He didn't bother to find out that I am getting a better internet service and could cam then. He just left. So here is my observation: I have found that many doms (at least that is my experience I don't know about subs) use calling themselves dominant to excuse rudeness. Now, maybe it is the southern in me. But, my daddy taught me that are NEVER excused for rudeness. It doesn't matter how important and powerful you are, you are never allowed to be rude to anyone. It the difference between a Gentleman and less than. And in my daddy's house, you were NEVER to behave as less than.


7/19/2012 5:25:13 PM

I have had it with dating and with searching. I hate being lonely more than anything in the world. It seems the three types of people I am only able to attract are the married ones, the jerks or the ones that are just too far away to consider. So where does that leave me? Living in a fantasy world the rest of my life. The only one to catch my tears is my pillow. Sometimes the known, no matter how unacceptable, is better than the unknown. At least then, I would have been held, well sometimes anyway. At least at his convenience. I hate dating. I have just begun to think that "the one" for me isn't out there.


7/7/2012 4:16:59 PM

I saw this somewhere and since it is such a perfect description of me, I thought I would put it here:

 

I don't have an amazing figure or a flat stomach. I'm far from being considered a model, but I am me. I eat food. I have curves. I have more fat than I should. I have scars because I have a history. Some people love me, some like me, some hate me. I have done good and I have done bad. I love my PJ's and I go without makeup sometimes. Sometimes I don't get my hair done. I'm random and crazy and know how to be silly. I don't pretend to be someone I'm not. I am who I am, you can love me or not. I won't change! And if I love you, I do it with all of my heart. I make no apologies for the way that I am.


6/12/2012 8:06:38 PM

When a person behaves in a childish manner, I expect it out of a child. I do not, however, expect it out of a grown man. I will not be toyed with. (well, unless it is in the bedroom but that is a whole different ball of wax) And I will not have someone play games with me. When I have a person, we will call him Fred (since this hypothetical and I don't think I have met any Fred's on here) and Fred spends have of the time putting me down, then I am not impressed with him. At all. It isn't a situation of "You have been a bad girl" but rather "You are unlovable. Every one you have ever known throws you away. You aren't worth anything to anyone." I get offended. And then, Fred decides to say, I don't think we are compatible and we should go our own ways. My response to that is Fine, go ahead. THEN, two days (at the most) later, Fred sends another message wanting to know if I have been thinking about him. Ummm... No. And then My fictional Fred gets upset because I haven't been dwelling on him. Now mind you, Fred and I have NEVER met. There really wasn't much possibility that we ever would. We don't live near each other. My response to Fred is that he needs to grow up. I have 4 children. I can't have more. Even if I could, I wouldn't want to. And I am certainly not going to raise a grown man either. Especially one that calls himself Dom.

 

Grrrr


6/1/2012 9:42:41 PM

Just a few things that I have been thinking on lately. I am 100% sure that I will be adding to this at a later date, but it seems the steam has gone out of my bluster.

1. I am not a slave. It seems that there are plenty of men on this site that believe because I am on here that I secretly want to be a slave. Well, I don't. I am an independent woman who wants to retain her individuality. I have absolutely NO desire to be owned. I want a partner who is also in control.  

2. This one isn't much different than the first one, but I thought that I would make it a second point. I want a DD relationship full time. For those of you who don't know, DD means domestic discipline. I believe that God created marriage to be between a man and a woman. I also believe that God commanded man to submit to him and only him and for woman to submit to her husband in all things AND to God. I believe that it is man's responsibility to be the head of his household and that he should be the mental, physical, emotional and most importantly the spiritual head of the household. If this isn't you, then you are not the man for me.

3. I am not *A* sub. I am a smart, funny, eclectic woman who happens to be submissive. It doesn't define me but is part of who I am. Just as much as I am 5'7", I am also submissive. This doesn't mean that I want to be degraded or walked on. It doesn't mean that I will kneel to any man who commands it. It also does not mean that I will cater to just any one who calls himself Dom.

4. OK, I am not interested in being owned/controlled period but especially ONLINE. I have found in my experience that men that expect/want this and then say that they want it to maybe progress to "real" usually have no expectation of it being anymore than an online kink. I have found in my experiences, that these are usually men who live under their wives thumbs and they have a tiny hope of a kink and they simply want to get their rocks off by watching some woman masturbate on cam without paying a fee to those sex sites. I am not interested in that and won't degrade myself in that way.


5/30/2012 7:12:28 PM

"Kinky Fuckery"

I had an interesting day today. I was at the salon having a waxing done. Imagine my surprise when I am laying there naked from the waist down when the waxer (don't know if that is the term) and she brought up that new trilogy - 50 Shades of Grey. Now, when I recovered my voice, I found out some interesting information. I have discovered that I live in quite a kinky little town. Now, this woman was very quick to tell me names of some very prominent ladies who are just completely taken with this story and its contents. I was absolutely shocked to say the least. Turns out there is quite a bit of "kinky fuckery" (to use a term from the book itself) going on in my little town.


5/13/2012 5:56:40 PM

Savannah

 

    Savannah was aptly named. She was born and raised in a small rural town right outside of Savannah Georgia. She was raised as a proper southern young lady. She always said yes ma'am and no sir to her elders regardless of their age or distinction. She was the oldest girl in a family of six children. All four of her brothers were older than her. She and her siblings were taught early to be respectful and the value of hard work. Savannah wanted nothing more than to escape the small southern town.
    She didn't feel like she was where she belonged. She didn't know where she would go one day, but she knew that she would be leaving right out of high school. The summer that Savannah was fourteen, she was getting ready to start her freshman year in high school, was the summer she began to make discoveries about who and what she was meant to be.     
    Savannah's mother asked her to go to Lady Margaret's house for a few dozen eggs. It would have been cheaper to get them at the grocery store, but Lady Margaret lived just a few farms over and selling the eggs was how she made her ends meet. Savannah's mother was all for helping out the older folks in the surrounding area. Savannah decided to walk instead of ride her bike to the older lady's home. Savannah loved summer time and she loved the heat and the sunshine. It was still early yet but Savannah was already dressed in short white denim shorts and a bright green tank top. The shorts showed off her long thin legs and her tank top was just loose enough to cover her small firm breasts. She went without a bra, she wasn't big enough to need one anyway and she wouldn't be seeing any boys from town as it were.
    It didn't take long for Savannah to walk the distance to Lady Margaret's house, buy the eggs and walk back. As she approached her house, she heard a familiar sound. Someone was getting a talking to. Savannah's parents were strict, but Savannah was a good girl, she didn't need a talking to often. In fact, it had been a while since she had gotten a good talking to. In her family, a good talking to involved someone being lectured, usually by Daddy, and then a whipping with his belt or the wood spoon from the kitchen. She knew it couldn't be any of the boys, they all lived away from home and three of them had their own families. It had to be her younger sister, Lee Ann. Lee Ann had just turned twelve and was forever getting into trouble.
    Savannah walked around to the back of the house and went into the kitchen. She didn't want to disturb Daddy and Lee Ann. That was a big deal in Savannah's family, you just didn't interrupt Daddy when he was about to spank someone. Savannah closed the screen door quietly and put the eggs into the refrigerator without making a sound. She had her hand on the door to go back outside when she heard something that made her stop.
    "Now, Deborah, what have I told you about spending money frivolously?" Savannah didn't hear the response. She was in shock. It was Mama that was getting the talking to. She didn't know how to respond and remained where she was with her hand on the door. "Deborah, you know what this means don't you? I haven't had to whip you for a long time, but it looks like I need to start again." Daddy spanked Mama? Savannah was frozen in place.
    "Yes Frank, you are right. There was no reason for me to buy three new dresses, I will return them today and see about getting the money back for them." Mama sounded so contrite.
    "How much did you spend on the three dresses?" Savannah could envision just what was happening. Mama would be standing in front of Daddy looking at the floor not at Daddy. Daddy would have a red face and that wrinkle that showed up on his forehead when he was mad.
    "Each one was $25." Mama sounded almost like a child.
    "Well, you know what that means, I am going to give you 25 with my hand, 25 with my belt and 25 with the wooden hair brush. You had best be glad that Lee Ann is at Patricia's house and that Savannah went to get those eggs. Otherwise, your daughters may be finding out that their mama gets her fanny spanked like a naughty little girl." Savannah took her hand off the door and went to stand by the living room door. She had never ever listened in on a spanking before, but she absolutely couldn't restrain herself. "Pull up your dress and lower your panties and get yourself over my knee."
    There was a brief pause as Savannah assumed that her mama was following Daddy's instructions because a few short moments later, she heard Daddy's hand slapping Mama's fanny hard. Mama was crying within the first few spanks. Savannah didn't count, she knew Daddy would make short work of it. She was right. After just a few minutes, the spanking stopped. She could hear Mama crying and Savannah was captivated.
    "Do you feel justified in buying those dresses now? Are you glad you got one of each color?"
    "No, sir." Mama sniffled out her answer.
    "Stand up and bend over. I want your hands on your ankles. Don't you let go and don't you stand up. You do and I will start over!"
    "Yes, sir." Savannah could hear movement from the other room. Then she heard the spanking start again. Daddy started. By the time he got to five, Mama was crying hard, but Daddy didn't let up. By fifteen, Mama was blubbering. That is what Daddy called it when you cried really hard. By the time Daddy got to 25, Savannah realized that she was rubbing her own bottom. Daddy stopped spanking again.
    "Deborah, stand up." There was a pause. "Deborah, do you think you going to buy things you don't need any time soon?"
    "N..n..no S..s..sir." Mama sounded like she and Lee Ann did when they got their butts busted.
    "Alright then, back over my knee you go." More shuffling and then Savannah heard the loud crack of the hairbrush on her Mama's fanny. She gasped and then she realized what she had done, she hoped it wasn't loud enough for them to know she was there. Daddy didn't miss a beat and by the time he had given Mama all 25, Savannah realized that she was rubbing herself over the top of her shorts. She was shocked at herself and stopped immediately. But she realized that she had liked the feeling. Then she heard her Daddy again, "alright then, you go to our room and stand with your nose in the corner, dress up and panties down until I get there. You know what the rest of your punishment is going to be." With that, Savannah shot up the stairs to her room being careful not to make a sound. Savannah wondered what the rest of the punishment could be. Her room was right next to theirs so she should be able to hear.
    She didn't have to wait long. She heard her mom walk into her room.  Savannah could hear her mom sniffling through the thin walls, she knew her mom had to be standing very close to the wall that separated the two bedrooms. Savannah laid down on her bed and listened to her mom's sniffle. Savannah's dad wasn't long behind her mother. Her father's voice was just as stern as it was before.
    “Deborah, come here and take off your dress and panties.” There was a shuffling sound and Savannah heard the squeak of her parents' bed. Then her dad's voice again. “Deborah, I am so disappointed in you. I am going to use this hairbrush on your backside and I am going to blister your fanny. You should be ashamed of yourself." Savannah could hear her mother's tearful response and then the spanking began. Each slap of the brush was punctuated by a yelp from her mama. After just a few swats, her mother was crying openly and loudly. The spanking seemed to go on forever. The spanking stopped long before her mama's crying did.
    Savannah had such mixed feelings. There were butterflies in her stomach and a heat in her groin that she couldn't begin to explain.

TO BE CONTINUED...


5/12/2012 8:01:03 AM

I had a few thoughts that I would like to put out there.

You see on here a lot of the time that people talk about how everyone on here is "fake". That people are "rude". That there are no "real" people here. But my experience is this. I spoke to a man one time that ranted and raved about how every woman on CM was completely fake. He then proceeded to exchange ONE email with me and when I responded he blew me off saying that he didn't have time for me and he had met someone and wanted to give it a chance. I thought, ok, that wasn't necessarily the right way to respond but great you found someone and want to give it a chance. Good for you both. Then LITERALLY two days later, he messages me again ranting about how fake women on here are and wanting to pick up the conversation he had dropped like a lead balloon two days after he did so. Throughout his conversation via emails, he became very upset because I wasn't responding in what he considered a timely fashion and went off on me. (I was at work when the conversation started AND ended) He wanted my undivided attention regardless of what I had going on in my life. Now remember, this was only the second day we had spoken and this started with short email number 3. Finally after he gets bent out of shape about me not responding quickly enough, he proceeds to get even huffier. I call him a pompous ass and tell him to leave me alone. His response was to threaten me with a restraining order. (seriously?!? He didn't even know my name at this point) And then he goes and starts broadcasting my screenname in chat rooms and calling me fake and a player

So to make a long story even longer, here is my observation. If you are someone who whines and complains about always having to deal with drama and fakes and could make a list of people who fit this bill that is as long as your arm, then maybe THEY aren't the ones who are all about the drama and maybe THEY aren't the fakes.

I learned a lot from my 13 year old. She told someone at school one time that she is who she is and if you don't like it then she isn't the one with the problem, you are.

I know who I am and what I want in my life. I am submissive but not a slave. I want DD not BDSM. And I will not abide someone who doesn't want to truly get to know me and let me truly get to know him.

Have a great day.


3/29/2012 3:13:12 AM

The Dream.... Revised (but not yet finished)

 

    This is the beginning of a story that I am working on. I don't know where I am going with it yet. But, I really like it. It started out as a dream and I have expanded it. Hope you all enjoy it. I accept all types of criticism both bad and good. :D
    My life used to be simple. Poor yes, but simple. I thought I liked things simple. Now, I’m not so sure. Sometimes when things take an unexpected turn, life gets better. Sometimes it doesn’t. Here is what happened to me.
    We snuck into the multi-billion dollar building for the third time. I had heard a lot about the building. The first twenty-two floors of the building are the headquarters for the company that controlled the world and the last three floors are the home of vicious old bastard who owns it.
    Our plan didn't work the first two times; I don't know what possessed us to believe it would work the third time. I think we must have been idiots or something. For all the brains between us, there were simply neurons that just weren't firing.
    The first two trips into the building went exactly the same. Darby and I were able to sneak through the main lobby, into the elevator and ride up to the ninth floor without being spotted. When we arrived at the ninth floor, we left the elevator and made our way to the third door on the left. We did what we came to do and then we went back down the elevator to sneak out the service entrance.
    We never made it out the service entrance. The first time we made it halfway down, we could hear shouting and we got scared and pulled the stop button on the elevator. That was just another dumb move because that alerted them to our location. I found out later that they didn't actually know we were still in the building until we did that. After listening for a moment, we decided to restart the elevator, hop off at the next floor and book it up to the roof and hope the helicopter would fly over in time. I wasn't interested in getting caught. I had heard plenty about the guy that owned this place. They said the old man was just pure evil.
    So, Darby and me, we make it to the roof without encountering any security the first time and sure enough, there comes the chopper. The second trip we made it about as far but we had a narrow miss. Both times, we made it to the roof and the helicopter was right there. So we were able to get away both times.
    I guess the first time, the guy must have thought that he was being invaded by homeless people or something. Who knows, maybe he thought it was aliens because, the second time the security was tighter and it took a little more stealth to get in. That was just the first part of our plan. The second part of the plan was the REALLY dumb part. See, after a certain period of time, I was supposed to sneak back into the building so that I could set off the device. The way the device was supposed to work was when I set it off, it was supposed to zap all of the guy's computers AND any computer that he was linked to. That would take out some major businesses as well as some big banks because supposedly he has the main control of them from his office.
    That was ultimately our goal. See this guy, his name is Thayden Berenger. He owns half of the free world that we know of. He probably owns half of the part that isn’t free too. It is because of him that Darby and I were so bad off. He took over the factory where we worked and all the factory workers were put out. Neither of us have much of an education so there isn’t much we can do. Now we could hardly afford to feed ourselves, much less afford a place to live. Once we lost our jobs, our little apartment was close behind. We moved to the streets. We had been pretty happy for the first few years we were together but then with the factory closing and not being able to afford the apartment and all; the stress was getting to us. I knew it was only a matter of time before we split up.
    Splitting up wasn't something that I really wanted. I mean, an unpleasant known is always better than any level of unknown right? So anyway, in a last ditch effort to save what little we had between us, we hooked up with this group of people who disliked this Berenger guy as much as we did and that's how we ended up where we were. We were proving to them we could be trusted by sneaking into the enemy’s headquarters and dismantling his world. If it worked, I wouldn’t need that group anymore; but I didn’t see that then.
    So, we sat down to revisit our plan of how we were to get into and destroy this guy's world and we decided that instead of trying to lock onto his mainframe, we would just hook in remotely through his elevator computers. We waited a week before trying the third time.
The day came for us to try again. We actually managed to walk into the building and go straight to the elevators. Since I was the one that knew how to hook up the device to the wiring system, Darby was the lookout. We hit the button for the eighth floor and I went to work. I had everything hooked before we ever made it up. Then, when the elevator doors opened we pushed the button for the lobby. I was really scared going back down because this was as far as we had made it the two times before but it always fell through. The elevator made it to the lobby without incident and we walked right out the front door. It was a piece of cake.
    We were almost giddy to have made it all the way through. Now all we had to do was the last part. We walked down the road to a gas station where we bought a few sodas. This time things were going perfectly. I couldn't help but giggle a couple of times. We were really going to make it this time. Darby's cell phone rang and it was our contact. He said that the software was set up and he was ready to activate the system. Now all they needed was for me to go back to the elevator and use the small handheld device to create a glitch in the system for about half a minute until they could get the software in.
    That move was no problem for me. Darby would wait in the van and I would be in and out in less than 5 minutes. The handheld computer was the size of a cell phone and would emit a signal that would throw off their system. All that our contact needed was a thirty second glitch and we were home free. This would ensure that the old man who owned everything would lose it all, just like we had. The plan from here on couldn't go wrong, but it did. I walked through the front door and headed straight for the elevators just like before. Just as my hand reached out to touch the elevator buttons, a strong hand rested on my shoulder.
    "Excuse me, Miss? May I be of some assistance to you?" Oh my goodness. this man looked amazing. My brain was now in the midst of a thirty second glitch. He had one of those deep dreamy voices that would make a woman just scream for an orgasm. He also had just a hint of an accent. I wasn't sure where it was from. I am sure that I stuttered a moment before answering him.
    "I... um... no you can't. Thank you though." And with that I turned back to the elevator and punched the button. The dream man waited a beat and then he put his hand on my arm again.
    "I'm sorry Miss. but, you aren’t going to get on that elevator."
    "Oh but it is alright. See I have an appointment with Mr. Berenger. He is expecting me so it's alright for me to go up. In fact, if you don’t let me get on the elevator, I am going to be late. You must know how Mr. Berenger is, he can’t stand to be kept waiting." I was really praying at this point that my lie wouldn't fall through. I could feel things getting worse by the second. I considered for a split second turning and bolting out the front door. But the second time the dream man took hold of me, he didn't let go. He studied me for a moment with those dark brooding eyes.
    "Miss, would you come with me for a moment?" With that, he firmy gripped my elbow and guided me down the first floor hallway. I never made it into the elevator.
    Dream man led me down the length of the hallway and we entered a room at the end. It looked like one of those police interrogation rooms that you see on television.
    He walked me to one of the two chairs there and motioned for me to sit. I was a little bewildered so I sat without having to be asked. I still marveled at how beautiful this man was. It didn't register with me just how much trouble I was in.
    "Miss, why are you here?" The man asked so quietly that it took a moment for me to realize that he had spoken.
"umm... what?" He just watched me. All at once I got the impression that this man is accustomed to not having to ask questions twice and that people don't lie to him.
    "I asked why you are here."
    "I... umm.... I have an appointment with Mr. Berenger." This time it was my turn to speak softly. He studied me quietly for a moment the way a teacher does when they aren't sure if you are telling the truth. The moments passed and he didn't respond. I almost spoke again thinking that he hadn't heard me.
    "So, you are the one. Did you work alone? No I know you didn't. Your accomplice was spotted the second time you entered this building. What do you want?" He spoke with such calm and quiet that I was taken aback. My daddy always used to speak like that when he was really mad. I figured my best defense right now was to stick to my story and play stupid.
    "I'm sorry Sir; I'm here to see Mr. Berenger. I have an appointment with him. You work here, you should know that he doesn't really like to be kept waiting. I am going to be late." I stood up by my chair but I didn't move away from it.
    "Oh really? Would you like to know something really interesting?” I nodded stupidly as I slowly sat back down into my chair. Dream man stood and came toward me. He bent over so there was only a hair's breadth between our noses. He then spoke very slowly and plainly. “I. Am. Mr. Berenger." I was dumbfounded. I didn't know what to say. I just sat there and stared at him the same way he stared at me. I didn't have a response for him and he just continued to wait as if I had more to say. Finally he stood up and walked to the window and ran one manicured hand through his hair.
    "Well, we are at an impasse. Why did you come here? What do you want with me and my company? Why do you keep invading my home?" I didn't answer any of his questions. It wasn't that I didn't want to, my tongue wouldn't work and my brain was working overtime. How could this utterly beautiful man be Thayden Berenger? No, he had to be lying. I had heard about Thayden Berenger. everyone called him an old decrepit man. This man couldn't be more than 35, 40 at the most. I was confused and couldn't make sense of what my brain was telling me and how my body was reacting. It was too much. And then, the beautiful man was speaking again. But, I hadn't heard him. I was lost in my own world.
    "Are you going to tell me?" He slapped his hand down on the table between us. That brought me back to the present. He looked at me hard and angry. "Things will go better for you if you cooperate. Now what do you want from me?"
    "What do we want?" I paused for a moment before my anger snapped. It had been all this man's fault that my world had fallen apart. I snapped and my rant began. I stood up and came face to chest with him. I raised myself to my full height and squared my shoulders. "We want you to suffer as we have. It is all your fault! Me and Darby were doing okay. We weren't rich, but we were making it. We would have been married in another year or so and then we could have had a baby. But you are a selfish ass and you closed the factory. Everyone who worked there is out on the streets now and it is all your fault!" I didn't realize that there were tears rolling down my cheeks until he reached across the table and wiped one away.
    "Give me your phone." I shook my head slowly until I realized he was talking about the device. I held it out to him as I spoke.
    "It isn’t a phone. It's a... a thing." He looked at it intently.
    "What does it do?" He continued to turn it over in his hand. I collapsed back into the chair.
    "I don't know what it does exactly. It is designed to destroy your world." His eyes grew three times in size when he realized the magnitude of what I had said. He laid the device on the table between us and looked at me calmly. His voice had returned to that soft soothing voice from earlier.
    "Tell me everything." I hadn't intended to tell him anything. But, I started speaking and before I knew it, I had spilled the whole story to him.
    "So you are saying that you have no family to help you and this group used you and Darby to get to me?" I nodded. There was nothing more for me to say. "Where is Darby now?"
    "He is in a white van sitting across the street from the front entrance. If I know him well, he’s probably asleep." He nodded then stood up and walked to the door and opened it. He was speaking softly to the person on the other side of the door. It never even occurred to me to possibly try to escape while he wasn’t paying attention. I was mentally exhausted. Then he came back in the room and sat down in the chair across the table and opposite me.
    "Darby will be joining us soon. What is your name?"
    "Channing." I hadn't realized that was the one fact I had failed to supply him with. He nodded and just sat there with a thoughtful look on his face. Finally, when he looked up at me he had that angry look on his face again.
    "Channing, if you know what is good for you, you will NOT speak when Darby gets here. You will not go down for this alone." Before I could even think to respond, there was a knock at the door. Thayden Berenger stood and walked to the door. He opened it and the person on the other side of it handed him a briefcase and an empty duffle bag. He closed the door and brought both items back to the table. Just as he laid them on the table, there was another knock on the door. Although this time, it opened immediately and in came the largest man I had ever seen holding Darby's arm twisted behind his back. The big man shoved Darby forward and he stumbled forward toward the now empty chair that was sitting opposite me. Darby didn't look up at me, he just hung his head. I knew then that he had tried to run. He had every intention of leaving me there to take the fall.
    "Darby is it?" Mr. Berenger was leaning against the wall and had his arms crossed across his chest and his foot propped on the wall as well. Darby didn't answer him; he just continued to look at the table. "Who is this woman to you?" Darby jerked his head up at the question. He glanced first at me and then at Mr. Berenger. I don't think he was expecting the question. He repeated it.
    "What dya mean?" Darby stammered through his question. It was obvious that he didn't know what answer was expected. For me, it wasn't difficult to remain quiet. I found that I wanted to know the answer as well.
    "I mean Sir just what I said. Who is this woman to you? What does she mean to you?" Darby took an audible gulp.
    "Well, we used to live together. But, we aren't married or anything like that. If she said different she's lying!" His words rushed out and it felt like they slammed so hard into my chest that it took my breath away. The bastard was throwing me away like a piece of rotten meat.
    "She didn't say different. So, Darby, what amount of money would it take for you to walk away and never think again about her OR me?" He paused a moment before continuing. "$5,000?"
    "I... umm...." Darby stuttered on. He truly didn't know how to respond. Before he could say any more, Thayden Berenger spoke again.
    "$10,000?" Darby just stared at him saying nothing.
    "Okay fine. $20,000 is my final offer."
    "Cash?" Darby blinked and asked quietly. I really didn't believe that Darby would take the money. We were planning to be married. I still wasn't having difficulty staying quiet, I was too dumbfounded to speak. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
    "Yes Darby, I can give you cash right now. Do we have a deal? You take the money and never even think about me, my company or her ever again. Deal?" He extended his hand like a businessman would when agreeing to a settlement. But that is exactly what he was doing wasn't he?
    "Deal." Darby said it quietly without ever looking at me. He rose and shook Mr. Berenger's hand and waited as he walked to the table, opened the briefcase, took out several stacks of hundred dollar bills. He shoved the bills into the duffle, zipped it and held out the duffle to Darby. Darby looked shocked.
    "You are serious?" Mr. Berenger just stood there holding out the duffle. Darby reached out and took the duffle and Mr. Berenger walked to the door and held it open. As Darby approached the door, Mr. Berenger looked down at him, “Darby, I would have paid a hundred times the amount.” When Darby finally walked through, he did so without ever looking back. Mr. Berenger closed the door behind Darby and leaned against it looking at me.
    "So, as you said before, you have no one? Well, now you have me. Consider yourself bought and paid for. You belong to me now." It took me a few moments for my brain to register. What did he mean that I belonged to him? I'm not property. I couldn't belong to him. Could I?
    "Come with me Channing." and he took me by the elbow to help me stand. I was still in shock over what had just happened. This couldn't be real. As we got to the door, he reached for the knob. I turned and looked at him. Before I could say anything, he put his finger to my lips to silence me. "Shh. We will talk more upstairs." And for some reason, that was enough. He led me through the door and down the corridor to a different elevator.
    I’m not sure what I expected but it isn’t what I got. We rode the private elevator up to the 23rd floor. When the doors opened, I was dumbfounded at what I saw. It was beautiful and elegant and just incredible. There was light and glass everywhere. It was absolutely stunning. As amazing as the room was, it screamed masculinity. It was the most sunningly beautiful site I had ever seen. I just stood in the open doors of the elevator and stared. Mr. Berenger typed a code into the elevator key pad and placed his hand at the small of my back. I could feel heat coming from his palm through my thin clothes and it caused me to shiver violently.
"Come." The single word was a command if I had ever heard one. I knew that there would be no escaping him. For one fleeting moment, I don't know that I wanted to escape. I didn't know what he planned to do with me. I felt a combination of fear and excitement.
    The living area was massive. There was leather and mahogany everywhere. The couches were made of such a rich leather that I felt like I could just dive into them and stay there forever. I glanced at Mr. Berenger and he had a look of grim determination.
    "Where is your wife?" I asked softly. He didn't stop walking when he answered me.
    "I'm not married. I live alone. We will have all the privacy that we need." Privacy? What do we need that for? My mind was spinning again. What did this man mean to do to me? I hesitated and he stopped. He looked at me with dark eyes and I could see the anger there.
    "Channing. I have something that you need to understand. YOU BELONG TO ME!" As he said this, he stepped face to face with me. Well it would have been face to face if I had been a foot taller. He took my chin in his hand to prevent me from looking away from him before he continued. "You are going to be at my beck and call twenty-four hours a day. You will experience things that you never dreamed of. I will see personally to your every need. You will not want for anything. However, I am incredibly angry that you tried to destroy my company. My father spent his life building this company. I inherited this company only two years ago but it means the world to me in more ways than one. I lost my father to this company. You will be punished for your behavior today. It will not be tolerated. I assure you that I have a very painful punishment in store for you. But you will blossom here. You will became an amazing woman. I will have my way in all things. Are we clear?" I could only nod. My powers of speech once again failed me.
    At this point, he took me by the hand and all but pulled me toward the staircase. The stairs were white cast iron and they curved up toward the high ceiling. I followed him. I was too terrified to resist him. What did he mean I would be punished. What was he going to do? At the top of the stairs, he turned left and walked along a balcony overlooking the living area into another room. This one was a massive bedroom. The glass, mahogany and leather was the theme here as well. I was thinking how lovely it all was when it dawned on me that we were in his bedroom. I froze. The first thing I could think was that he was going to rape me. Please God, don't let that happen. I would never survive it. He continued to all but drag me across the room toward a door. Through this door was a solid white bathroom. It was the largest bathroom that I had ever seen. The apartment that I had shared with Darby hadn't been this big. My whole apartment could fit in here. Again, I was amazed at the beauty of the room. Once in the bathroom, he let go of my hand. I stood in the doorway and gawked at him and the room we were in. I had never seen so much beauty in one place. Mr. Berenger moved around the room with ease. He rifled through drawers pulling different things out. Finally, he came to me and handed me a razor and some shaving cream. Then he went to a large shower and turned the water on. Water came from every direction including the ceiling. Ten people could have easily fit in there with room to spare.
    "Channing, you are to shower, shave, wash your hair," He paused and looked me over from top to bottom. "Twice. When you are done, I want you to come to me in my study. It is at the other end of the balcony. Is that clear?" I nodded dumbly. With that, he stepped out of the bathroom and shut the door firmly. I know that I must have stood there for another five minutes just looking around. It was at this point that I realized that the only thing I had was on my back. I would have nothing to wear when I got out of the shower. Well, I would just have to wear it. I stepped over to the door and made sure it was closed before I stripped out of my grubby jeans and sweat shirt. I took off my underclothes and laid them all as neatly as I could on the toilet. I looked at them. They looked so out of place in this pristine room. I felt how inadequate I was. I didn't have the right to even shower here. Then I realized that quite some time had gone by and if I didn't hurry, he might come back and there I would be standing naked and then he would see me. I couldn't have that. I stepped cautiously into the shower and felt the water. It was like Heaven. Steam rose out of the shower and I stepped into the warm water. I can't remember a time when I had been able to take a steaming hot shower. In the apartment that I shared with Darby, the water was maybe luke warm at best. I know I must have stood under the water for ages. It felt incredible on my skin. As my skin tingled under the water, I picked up the clean wash cloth that wasn't dingy with age but a perfect white. I put the wash onto the cloth and it immediately started to froth. I rubbed it all over my skin and I could feel the grim leaving me. I had always tried to be clean but now I realized that I had never really been so. After rinsing, I picked up the bottle of shampoo and smelled it. It smelled of roses and I could imagine a fabulous garden. The heady scent made me sigh. I did as he had commanded and washed my hair, twice. I used the conditioner that was the same fragrance and my long brown hair felt like silk. I really didn't want to get out of the shower, but I didn't want him to come back even more. I turned the water off and stood in the steam. It was only at that moment that I realized that there hadn't been a door on the shower. It was just glass blocks that you walk around. They had lights inside of them and in the steamy room, they were beautiful. How can a thing be so beautiful.
    I stepped out of the shower and took the towel that he had hung on the hook just outside of the shower. The towel was so soft that it felt like what I imagined a baby's skin would feel like. And it was massive. The towel easily wrapped around me twice. I wasn't that big. I was very thin from not having enough to eat. I just stood there feeling at peace and clean. For a few minutes, I put everything else in the world out of my mind. Feeling as clean as I did, I dreaded putting my grungy clothes back on. But, there was nothing else to be done. They would have to do. I turned to the toilet and realized my clothes were gone! Where were they? I gasped. I looked all around and didn't see them anywhere. In their place was a white robe that was just as plush and soft as the towel. Did he mean me to wear it? When had he come into the bathroom? And why would he take my clothes? I knew a great deal of time had passed and that I needed to get to his study. He was already angry with me. Maybe, if I did as he asked, this punishment business would disappear and he would let me go. There were no underthings for me to put on so I wrapped myself in the robe and tied the tie tightly around my small waist. I used a smaller towel that was on the counter to wrap around my hair. I didn't see a comb to untangle my hair so the towel would have to be it for now. In my bare feet, I opened the bathroom door and stepped into his room again. As I did, I could hear music coming from somewhere. The strains of the music drifted softly in through the open bedroom door. I followed the sound down the hall and across the balcony. The doorway at the other end was cracked open just a bit. I padded softly to the door and pushed it ever so gently. It opened without a sound and I found him sitting at a massive black piano. He was playing the music. As he played, I stood in the doorway and silently watched as his graceful hands danced across the white. This man who was so tall and dark, who ran a massive company that practically ruled the world was creating music that was fit for angels. After a couple moments of him playing he stopped and turned to the doorway. I felt my face redden to be caught watching him and my eyes went to the floor.
    "Better?" Was all that he said. I nodded slightly and he said, "Come here." He rose from the piano bench and patted the seat, indicating that I should sit down. I did as he said and he began to unwrap the towel from my hair. I noticed for the first time the heavy wooden hairbrush on the small table next to the piano as he picked it up. He began to gently brush the tangles from my wet hair. It felt so good, that I closed my eyes. I can't ever remember having someone brush my hair. It felt surreal. After a few moments, I realized that he had stopped. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. "Turn around." As I did so, he stood in front of me and just watched me. He just stared at me taking in my fresh washed face and my wet hair that was beginning to curl slightly around my face and at the ends.
    "Mr. Berenger, I'm really sorry for trying to mess up your computers. I promise I won't do anything like that again. Please will you let me have my clothes and let me go home?" I begged. Tears filled my eyes. He reached out and took hold of my hand.
    "Channing, I appreciate that you are sorry. However, I can't help but wonder if it is that you are sorry you did it or sorry you got caught. I know you won't do anything like that again, because I am going to make sure of that. I am a firm believer in old fashioned punishments. No, you may not have your clothes back, they were horrible. I have sent them out to be burned. You will have new ones here before bedtime. And as far as you going home, well, this is your home now." He stopped and watched my reaction before continueing. "Channing, how old are you?"
    "I'm an adult, you can't keep me here."
    "Well, you are right and you are wrong. You are an adult, in age anyway. And I can keep you here. You will be allowed to leave when I say so and not a moment sooner. You may well be an adult in age, but you have a lot of growing up to do. I am going to make sure that it is done right. Now, You and I are going to have dinner. You will just have to wear the robe. My clothes are far too large for you and your new ones haven't arrived yet. After dinner, I want you to try on your clothes to make sure that they fit. Then we are going to meet back here in my study to discuss your punishment." My heart stopped. I had hoped he had forgotten about it. Apparently he hadn't. "Now, come with me, dinner should be ready." He stood and waited for me to do the same. I did and he took my hand and led me back out of the study and down the stairs. Instead of going through the living area, we turned left and I realized we were in a dining area. He walked me to a chair and pulled it out for me. He then sat to my left at the head of the table. As he sat, an older lady came into the room with a platter and placed it in front of us.
    "Would you like wine with dinner?" She glanced at me but her question was obviously for her employer.
    "No Mrs. Gudden. We will just drink water tonight. We both need our wits about us." He smiled a knowing smile at me as he said this.
    "Then I will leave you, Thad. Have a good night."
    "Oh we will Mrs. Gudden. Thank you for everything. I'll clean up when we are done."
    "Thank you. I'll leave as soon as the clothes arrive and I see that they are taken up properly." As she turned to go back to the kitchen, she paused and placed a hand on my shoulder. I glanced up at her and was rewarded with a small smile. Then she left. In the moments that followed, Mr. Berenger put succulant meat on my plate and a variety of steamed vegetables.
    "That was Martha Gudden. She has been with my family for my whole life. I can't remember a time before her. I expect she will continue on with me for a good long time." I nodded but didn't respond. Mr. Berenger fell silent as well as he turned to his plate. He left me to my thoughts as I tried to piece together everything that happened that day.
    Dinner was exquisite. It was like nothing I had ever had. Well, what I had eaten was anyway. I didn't eat much that night, I was too nervous. My thoughts were solely on the days events. I was little more than a slave.
    I glanced over at him and realized that I only came to mid-chest on him. I studied him in silence. He was tall, really tall and he had an incredibly broad chest. His biceps were enough that they alone could make a woman melt. I didn't know alot, but there was no way this man was a business man. I was completely confused. Thayden Berenger was an old man, but this man had said he was Thayden Berenger. The old man had owned this company for years and years but this man wasn't old enough to had built it into the empire that it was. The sound of silverware being placed onto the plate brought me to attention. He was watching me.
    "All done?" I couldn't answer so I just nodded. He stood from the table and I quickly followed. I stood beside my chair shivering, not in the cold but in fear. He grasped my elbow and led me to another door. We stepped into an amazing room. The room was massive. I don't know how I knew, but it was very masculine. The furniture was all oversized and dark wood.He escorted me into the room and to one of the oversized couches.
    "Sit." Was all that he said. His tone told me that it was best not to argue. He left the room and went through a doorway. I sat there for a moment longer and then I stood and slowly circumvented the room. Everything in the room was rich and dark and masculine. There were trinkets that I knew weren't from our country, but I couldn't identify their origin. I stopped at the windows and looked down into the city. I didn't hear him return. He came up behind me. "It is a beautiful site isn't it?"
    "Yes." I said softly. "I just wanted to be happy and to have a family and to be left alone." I turned and found myself staring directly into his chest. I was angry and there were tears in my eyes. "IT IS ALL YOUR FAULT. I COULD HAVE HAD EVERYTHING I WANTED. I DIDN'T WANT TO BE RICH, JUST HAPPY" I didn't realize it at first but I was pounding on his chest as I screamed at him. He let me vent and then I broke into sobs. He took hold of my wrists and held them as I cried. He pulled me to him and just let me cry.
    After a few moments, I quieted and he finally released me. He immediately became a hard man again.
    "We are in need of a discussion. Come sit." He again led me to the couch where he indicated that I should sit down. I did and he sat next to me. I was uncomfortable with the closeness of such a manly man. I had been with Darby forever and Darby was nothing compared to this man. "You young lady are in trouble. Darby will be taken care of by my security. They followed him and will be infiltrating the group that sent you. However, you are the one that did the deed. That is a problem."
    I sat with my hands in my lap, staring at them. "What are you going to do to me? I don't want to go to jail."
    "Oh, my dear, you will not be going to jail." He chuckled. Then, he looked at me very seriously. "I will be handling your punishment myself." I glanced up at him.
    "W.. what do you mean?" I tried to swallow but my mouth had suddenly gone very dry. "What are you going to do to me?"
    "I am going to spank you."
    "NO!" I didn't hesitate with that response. "I am too old to be spanked! I haven't been spanked since my daddy was alive!"
    "Did your daddy spank you often?" He asked calmly.
    "Yes! He would use his belt on me and whip me but good." He took my hand in his and rubbed the back of it while we talked.
    "How old were you the last time he spanked you?" He continued to rub my hand.
    "I was fifteen. It was two weeks before the fire at the factory. He was killed in it." I watched him rub my hand.
    "Who did you live with after that?" I could feel his eyes on me.
    "No one. Whereever I could find. I met Darby when I was sixteen. He asked me to move in with him so I did. I quit school when my daddy died and would work where I could. When I moved in with Darby, I lied about my age and went to work at the factory. That is until YOU closed it." The fire was back in my eyes and in my voice. I yanked my hand away from his.
    "Chany, how old are you now?" He ignored my most recent outburst and took hold of my hand again to rub it.
    "My name is Channing. I am nineteen. So you see, I am too old for a spanking!" I tried to pull my hand away again and he held on.
    "Chany, a young lady who is naughty is never too old for a spanking. I don't care if you are forty, if you behave like less than a lady, you will be spanked in this household." I stared up into his eyes. He leaned forward and grabbed the large flat backed hairbrush. I hadn't noticed it sitting there. I have to assume that is what he got when he left the room because it definitely wasn't sitting there when we came in.
    "You can't mean to use that on me!" I tried again to pull my hand back.
    "Yes ma'am, I certainly do. I have every intention of blistering your backside with this brush." He watched my facial expression as I processed this declaration. "Now, you are going to stand up in front of me right now." He waited as I slowly rose and stood before him. "You are going to go over my knee and I am going to spank you hard."
    "No." This time, I wasn't loud about my argument. I knew he could overpower me, I just couldn't believe that he meant to spank me.
    "Yes." In one swift movement he had me over his knee and the robe was up around my waist. My bare backside was on full display. I was mortified. I struggled and tried to get up but I found out very quickly that his size advantage made sure that I wouldn't be able to get up until he was good and ready to let me up. "Now, I am going to spank you with my hand. This will be your warm up. When I am done with that, I am going to apply this sturdy wooden brush to your backside. You understand why I am spanking you, don't you?"
    "Yes Sir." Sir?? Why in the world had I said that? Because that is what I said to my daddy when he made me bend over for a whipping. At that point, I remembered the whippings of my childhood. I immediately began struggling. He easily pinned my free arm to my back and wrapped his arm around my waist. I knew at that point I was in big trouble.
    "Young lady, be still." He began to spank me. The first swat didn't hurt but it got my attention. I immediately knew this would hurt. He wasted no time following up that first swat with many more. They weren't that hard but they were steady and my squirming quickly became kicking and crying. Each swat didn't hurt, but collectively, my backside was becoming very warm and very tender. As quickly as he started, he stopped. It took me a moment. I made to get up and he tightened his grip on my waist. "Where do you think you are going?"
    "B...but you spanked me, aren't you going to stop now?"
    "No ma'am. You are going to be well spanked. I told you, the spanking with my hand was just the warm up. Now we will use the brush." With that he picked up the brush and the first swat sounded like a shot ringing out through the room. The tears came immediately. The second swat landed on the other side of my rear end and I was sobbing. I can't begin to say how many swats he gave me but I was sobbing and howling and kicking and trying to get away. I was caught in his arms good and he was blistering my back side. I can't say when he stopped, I was crying so hard, I never knew. Finally, I realized he was no longer holding on to my waist and he was gently rubbing my back. He let me lay across his hard thighs until I calmed. Then he helped me stand and my hands immediately went to my fanny and I started to rub. He reached out and took my hands away from my bottom and held them in his hands. "No rubbing. Now, you take yourself to that corner over there and put your nose in it. If I see you rubbing your back side, I will take off my belt and whip you good. Do you understand me young lady?"
    "Y..y..yes Sir." I was crying again as I stammered over my response. I turned and he grabbed my waist, before I could ask why, he had tucked the bottom of the robe into the waistband. He gave me a little push and I shuffled to the corner that he had indicated. I stood there with my nose in the corner, my hands at my sides and my very sore fanny on display. I could hear him moving around the room. I heard ice being put in a glass and a liquid being poured. It seemed like it was forever that I stood there. Finally, I heard him sit.
    "Come here." I turned and shuffled back to him. I stood before him with my hands at my side. I had completely forgotten that I was half naked and that he could see everything. My attention wasn't on my front. "You may pull down the robe."
    I jumped first and then I tugged the robe from the waistband. When I was finally straightened, he patted the couch beside him. I sat and almost shot right back up. He took my hand and pulled me back down beside him.
    "Young lady, I want you sitting on that very sore fanny while we chat." I tried to keep the tears from overflowing from my eyes. "I spanked you because you came into my home and tried to destroy it. It wasn't me who did that to you. It was my father. My name is Thayden Berenger III. My father passed away a eight weeks ago. The transfer of the company to me happened six months ago quietly so that investors wouldn't withdraw their funds. Since I took over the company, no factories have closed at all." I sat there in shock. I know my jaw must have been in my lap. He reached over, put his finger under my chin and closed my mouth. "If you had made the appointment you claimed to have, I would have told you this and given you a job. However, now you are mine. I paid $20,000 for you and you now belong to me."
    "I am a human!" My voice burst forth before I could even think about it. "You can't own a human being!"
    "You can if you are me. Now, I am going to show you to your room. You will remain there until morning." With that he stood and pulled me to my feet. He led me to a set of stairs and led me up them. At the top of the stairs, we walked along the balcony to the bedroom we had been in before. We passed through the bedroom and went through a door into what I thought was a closet at first. Going through the door, I found there was another set of stairs. We went up this set and through a door at the top of the stairs. He stepped to the side to allow me to pass him. I stepped into a beautiful white room. Everything everywhere was solid white. The bedroom was huge and there was a large four poster bed in the center. There were windows on three of the walls. The wall that didn't have windows faced where the helicopter picked us up. There was light everywhere. I turned back to the man behind me.
    "I am to stay here?"
    "Yes, I won't lock the door, as long as you behave. There is a bathroom through the door over there. I have sent out for some new clothes for you. They will be brought up when they arrive. I will come and get you for breakfast in the morning. It will be served promptly at seven. Be sure you are ready." He turned to go and then stopped. "And remember, no rubbing." With that, he turned and disappeared down the stairs.


3/21/2012 2:43:15 PM

Something else I have written...

 

Just a little interruption...

 

You are sitting at your desk working. I come into your office quietly. (yes I can be quiet) I come over and sit on your desk right on top of your work that you are doing. I put my bare feet up onto your thighs. With a wicked evil grin, I spread my knees and you see that not only do I not have on any panties, but I am also completely bare.
I grin satisfied with myself. I have done what I set out to do. You are no longer working and I have your undivided attention. You sit back in your chair and watch me for a few moments. Your hands absently stroke my calves as you watch. After a few moments that feel like an eternity, you look at me in the eye and say softly, "lie back." you take each Of my feet and place them onto the desk. I'm thinking yummy, you are going to eat me. But as you push my skirt to my waist, you lean over me and whisper in my ear, "if you move, I will whip you harder than you have ever been whipped before".
Your hand rests on top of my mound and I know where I belong. At that you lean down and begin softly kissing just above my left knee. You work your way up to the top of my thigh. I shiver in anticipation. Then just as I expect your mouth to close over my pussy, you pull your head away. I raise on my elbows to protest. You our your hand on my chest, push me back down and raise your eyebrows. I feel your warm breath just above my right knee. You slowly work your way up to the top of that thigh. Your head hovers just above my pussy and I can feel your hot breath on it. I lift my hips, I want your mouth and tongue there. You pop my pussy hard with your fingertips. It stings. "it isn't about what you want." You've read my mind.
You get close to my clit that is standing out begging for your touch, but instead you kiss my inner thigh. You feel me move closer to you but you just pull back. You stand up and then tell me to stand up and bend over your desk with my skirt raised. “I told you to be still, you didn't listen. Now I am going to have to punish you” I stand looking at you. My eyes are half begging you not to punish me and half begging you to have no mercy, but you know the truth. It always wins out. I bend over your desk and raise my skirt high for your. My hands reach over and grasp the other side of your desk, waiting.
As I lay over your desk, the butterflies in my stomach have reached a fever pitch. I lay there anticipating the punishment I am about to receive. I hear your belt buckle and I know I will not be able to sit when you are done. I never can when you use your belt. Then the sound I dread, the sound of your belt sliding through the loops. There is a moments pause. I know in this time that you have doubled the belt and you are holding the tongue end as well as the buckle in your large palm. You rub your other palm across my ass. It is cool under your touch. It won't be for long. Another moment's hesitation and I hear the crack of the leather as it hits my skin. Milliseconds later, my brain registers intense pain. I am immediately crying to myself. You whip me with the belt fast and hard. You cover every inch from the top of my ass down to the sit spot which you whip hardest of all, all the way down to mid thigh. Then you work your way back up. Each stroke of the belt is unbearably painful. Mostly because you are angry with me. You are not whipping me because it pleases you to do so. You are shipping me because I disappointed you. As you continue to whip me, I beg you for your forgiveness. Finally you stop. You tell me to turn around and sit back the way I was.
I do. I return to how I was sitting before. It hurts. My ass is so sore that I can barely be still. It is painful to sit on. You push me back on the desk again, lean over and whisper to me while holding eye contact, "if you move again, you won't be able to sit... EVER!. I simply nod and whisper "Yes Sir!" I believe you. I am so disappointed in myself for letting you down. I lay there and let a tear roll from the corner of my eye but I don't dare wipe it away. You return your attention to my pussy. you kiss along the inside of each thigh. Finally, you very lightly lick up the slit of my pussy. I groan. I want to press myself into your face but I resist. Your tongue plays with my lips and I can feel my juices escaping and running into the crack of my ass. You allow it to. I feel your tongue pressing into me and playing with my clit. It is almost too much for me to bear. I want you so badly. Your tongue moves more and more quickly across my clit. I can't stand it anymore and you know it. You pull your head away and tell me I had better not come. You know that this is the true test for me. I am so close. You take my clit between your teeth and you nibble lightly. I am ready to scream. You let go of my clit and you begin blowing warm air across it. You lean back and tell me that you are going to spank my clit and my thighs and it is only then that I may come. I nod quickly and whisper "Yes, Sir!" You lean back and you take your belt, you use just the tongue end and you start spanking me with it along the inner thigh. You know that I hate to be spanked there. that just makes you spank me all the harder there. At first, you avoid my clit. but when you have turned my inner thighs a bright red, you turn your attention to my clit. You begin spank my clit with the tongue of the belt hard. It takes just moments before I am coming hard. I scream through my orgasm as you continue to spank my clit harder and harder. As my orgasm recedes, you stop spanking and just massage my clit with your hand. As I begin to relax, you gather me into your arms and draw me down to your lap. I have gotten the attention that I wanted from you and you sit in your big leather chair and cradle me. We sit that way for several moments. Then you reach down and pull my chin up so that you can look into my eyes. "You have been very naughty little one. I think you knew that if you interrupted me today you would be punished. You know that you are not to interrupt my work. So when I finish, I am going to come to you and you are going to be punished severely. Do you understand me little one?" My eyes immediately go down. I knew this was a distinct probability. But, I so badly wanted your attention. The punishment I would get later would be worth the time I spent with you today. "Now, go back to your room and I will be there shortly.". With that you pushed me off your lap and I went to the door. You returned to your work. Before I left the room, I turned and watched you for a moment. You had a smile on your face as you finished your work. I made you happy for just a bit.
The End


3/18/2012 7:52:06 PM

this is the first part of a story I am working on. I would like to have feedback...

 

    We snuck into the multi-billion dollar building for the third time. I had heard a lot about the building. The first twenty-two floors of the building are the headquarters for the company that controlled the world and the last three floors are the home of vicious old bastard who owns it.
    Our plan didn't work the first two times, I don't know what possessed us to believe it would work the third time. I think we must have been idiots or something. For all the brains between us, there were simply neurons that just weren't firing.    
    The first two trips into the building went exactly the same. Darby and I were able to sneak through the main lobby, into the elevator and ride up to the ninth floor without being spotted. When we arrived at the ninth floor, we left the elevator and made our way to the third door on the left. This room was filled with large computers all over the walls. Darby inserted the small device he carried into the back of the computer and we left the room just as quickly. Then we went back down the elevator to sneak out the service entrance.
    We never made it out the service entrance. The first time we made it halfway down, we could hear shouting and we got scared and pulled the stop button on the elevator. That was just another dumb move because that alerted them to our presence. I found out later that they didn't actually know we were still in the building until we did that. After listening for a moment, we decided to restart the elevator, hop off at the next floor and book it up to the roof and hope the helicopter would fly over in time. I wasn't interested in getting caught. I had heard plenty about the guy that owned this place. They said the old man was just pure evil.
    So, Darby and me, we make it to the stairs and they run up the side of the building straight to the roof. I could tell where we were by the windows we passed on every level. We made it to the roof without encountering any security the first time and sure enough, there comes the chopper. The second trip we made it about as far but we had a narrow miss. We were able to get away both times.
    I guess the first time, the guy must have thought that he was being invaded by homeless  people or something. Who knows, maybe he thought it was aliens. Because, the second time the security was tighter and it took a little more stealth to get in. That was just the first part of our plan. The second part of the plan was the REALLY dumb part. See, after a certain period of time, I was supposed to sneak back into the building so that I could set off the device. I didn't know how long it was, Darby would just tell me when to go back in. The way the device was supposed to work was when I set it off, it was supposed to zap all of the guy's computers AND any computer that he was linked to. That would take out some major businesses as well as some big banks because supposedly he has the main control of them from this building.
    That was ultimately our goal. See this guy, his name is Thayden Berenger. He owns half of the free world that we know of. He probably owns half of the part that isn't  free too. It is because of him that Darby and me were so bad off. He took over the factory where we worked and all the factory workers were put out. Neither of us have much of an education so there isn't  much we can do. Now we could hardly afford to feed ourselves, much less afford a place to live. Once we lost our jobs, our little apartment was close behind. We moved to the streets. We had been pretty happy for the first few years we were together but all the stress was getting to us. I knew it was only a matter of time before we split up.
    Splitting up wasn't something that I really wanted. I mean, an unpleasant known is always better than any level of unknown right? So anyway, in a last ditch effort to save what little we had between us, we hooked up with this group of people who disliked this Berenger guy as much as we did and that's how we ended up where we were.
    So, we sat down to revisit our plan of how we were to get into and destroy this guy's world and we decided that instead of trying to lock onto his mainframe, we would just hook in remotely through his elevator computers. We waited a week before trying the third time.
    The day came for us to try again. We actually managed to walk into the building and go straight to the elevators. Since I was the one that knew how to hook up the device to the wiring system, Darby was the lookout. We hit the button for the eighth floor and I went to work. I had everything hooked in before we ever made it up. Then, when the elevator doors opened we pushed the button for the lobby.
    I was really scared going back down because this was as far as we had made it the two times before but it always fell through. The elevator made it to the lobby without incident and we walked right out the front door. It was a piece of cake.
    We were almost giddy to have made it all the way through. Now all we had to do was the last part. We walked down the road to a super market where we bought a few sodas. This time things were going perfectly. I couldn't help but giggle a couple of times. We were really going to make it this time.
    Darby's cell phone rang and it was our contact. He said that the software was set up and he was ready to activate the system. Now all they needed was for me to go back to the elevator and use the small handheld device to create a glitch in the system for about half a minute until they could get the virus in. At least that is what they told us.
    That move was no problem for me. Darby would wait in the van and I would be in and out in under 5 minutes. The handheld computer was the size of a cell phone and would emit a signal that would throw off their system. All that our contact needed was a thirty second glitch and we were home free. This would ensure that the old man who owned everything would lose it all, just like we had. The plan from here on couldn't go wrong, at least that is what I thought.
    I walked through the front door and headed straight for the elevators just like before. Just as my hand reached out to touch the elevator buttons, a strong hand rested on my shoulder.
    "Excuse me, Miss? May I be of some assistance to you?" Oh my goodness. this man was amazing. He had one of those deep dreamy voices that would make a woman just scream for an orgasm. He also had just a hint of an accent. I wasn't sure where it was from. I am sure that I stuttered a moment before answering him.
    "I... um... no you can't. Thank you though." And with that I turned back to the elevator and punched the button. McDreamy waited a beat and then he put his hand on my arm again.
    "I'm sorry Miss. but, you aren't  going to get on that elevator."
    "Oh but it is alright. See I have an appointment with Mr. Berenger. He is expecting me so it's alright for me to go up." I was really praying at this point that my lie wouldn't fall through. I could feel things getting worse by the moment. I considered for a split second turning and bolting out the front door. But the second time McDreamy took hold of me, he didn't let go. He studied me for a moment with those dark brooding eyes.
    "Miss, would you come with me for a moment?" With that, he guided me by the elbow down the first floor hallway. I never made it into the elevator. McDreamy led me down the length of the hallway and we entered a room at the end. It looked like one of those police interrogation rooms that you see on television. 
    He walked me to one of the two chairs there and motioned for me to sit. I was a little bewildered so I sat without having to be asked. I still marveled at how beautiful this man was. It didn't register with me just how much trouble I was in.
    "Miss, why are you here?" The man asked so quietly that it took a moment for me to realize that he had spoken.
    "umm... what?"
    "I asked why you are here." He just watched me. All at once I got the impression that this man is accustomed to not having to ask questions twice and that people don't lie to him.   
    "I... umm.... I have an appointment with Mr. Berenger." This time it was my turn to speak softly. He studied me quietly for a moment the way a teacher does when they aren't sure if you are telling the truth. The moments passed and he didn't respond. I almost spoke again thinking that he hadn't heard me.
    "What is your name?" He continued to study me.
    "Miss Smith." I made up the name on the spot. I felt as if I was about to throw up. He pulled out his phone and walked to the door. He stepped out the door and I could hear him talking softly. He came back in and sat in the chair across from me.    
    "So, you are the one. Did you work alone? No I know you didn't. Your accomplice was spotted what I assume was the second time you entered this building. What do you want?" He spoke with such calm and quiet that I was taken aback. My daddy always used to speak like that when he was really mad. I figured my best defense right now was to stick to my story and play stupid.
    "I'm sorry Sir, I'm here to see Mr. Berenger. I have an appointment with Mr. Berenger."
    "Oh really? Now what is really very interesting is that I am Mr. Berenger!" His voice had raised in volume, but not much.
    I was dumbfounded. I didn't know what to say. I just sat there and stared at him the same way he stared at me. I didn't have a response for him and he just continued to wait as if I had more to say. Finally he stood up and walked to the window and ran one manicured hand through his hair.
    "Well, it seems that we are at an impasse. Why did you come here? What do you want with me and my company? Why do you keep invading my home?" I didn't answer any of his questions. It wasn't that I didn't want to, my tongue wouldn't work at all and my brain was working overtime.
    How could this utterly beautiful man be Thayden Berenger? No, he had to be lying. I had heard about Thayden Berenger. everyone called him an old decrepit man. This man couldn't be more than 35, 40 at the most. I was confused and couldn't make sense of what my brain was telling me and how my body was reacting. It was too much. And then, the beautiful man was speaking again. But, I hadn't heard him. I was lost in my own world.
    "Are you going to tell me?" He slapped his hand down on the table between us. That brought me back to the present. He looked at me hard and angry.
    "Things will go better for you if you cooperate. Now what do you want from me?"
    "What do we want?" I paused for a moment before continuing angrily. "We want you to suffer as we have." I stood and faced him. Because he was still leaning forward across the table, I was almost as tall as he was but not quite. I tried to raise myself up so that I made myself as big as possible. "It is all your fault! Me and Darby were doing okay. We weren't rich, but we were making it. We would have been married in another year or so and then we could have had a baby. But you are a selfish ass and you closed the factory. Everyone who worked there is out on the streets now and it is all your fault!" I didn't realize that there were tears rolling down my cheeks until he reached across the table and wiped one away.
    "Give me your phone." I shook my head slowly until I realized he was talking about the device. I held it out to him as I spoke.
    "It isn't  a phone. It's a... a device." I sat back down in the chair as if I were a deflated balloon. I just couldn't stand anymore, it was as if the steam had gone out of me. He looked at the device intently.
    "What does it do?" He continued to turn it over in his hand.
    "It is designed to destroy your world." His eyes grew three times in size when he realized the magnitude of what I had said. He laid the device on the table between us and looked at me calmly. His voice had returned to that soft soothing voice from earlier but he sat again in the chair opposite me.
    "Tell me everything." I hadn't intended to tell him anything. But, I started speaking and before I knew it, I had spilled the whole story to him.
    "So you are saying that you have no family to help you and this group used you and Darby to get to me?" I nodded. There was nothing more for me to say. "Where is Darby now?"
    "He is in a white van sitting across the street from the front entrance. If I know him like I think I do, he is probably asleep." He nodded then stood up and walked to the door. He opened it and spoke softly to a person on the other side of the door. Then he came back in the room and sat down.
    "Darby will be joining us soon. What is your real name?"
    "Channing." I hadn't realized that was the one fact I had failed to supply him with. He nodded and just sat there with a thoughtful look on his face. Finally, when he looked up at me he had that angry look on his face again.
    "Channing, if you know what is good for you, you will NOT speak when Darby gets here. You will not go down for this alone." Before I could even think to respond, there was a knock at the door. Thayden Berenger stood and walked to the door. He opened it and the person on the other side of it handed him a briefcase and an empty duffle bag. He closed the door and brought both items back to the table. Just as he laid them on the table, there was another knock on the door. Although this time, it opened immediately and in came the largest man I had ever seen holding Darby's arm twisted behind his back.
    The big man shoved Darby forward and he stumbled toward the now empty chair that was sitting opposite me. Darby didn't look up at me, he just hung his head. I knew then that he had tried to run. He'd had every intention of leaving me there to take the fall.
    "Darby is it?" Thayden Berenger was leaning against the wall and had his arms crossed across his chest and his foot propped on the wall as well. Darby didn't answer him, he just continued to look at the table.
    "Who is this woman to you?" Darby jerked his head up at the question. He glanced first at me and then at Thayden Berenger. I don't think he was expecting the question. Thayden Berenger repeated it.
    "W..w..what dya mean?" Darby stammered through his question. It was obvious that he didn't know what answer was expected. For me, it wasn't difficult to remain quiet. I found that I wanted to know the answer as well.
    "I mean Sir just what I said. who is this woman to you? What does she mean to you?" Darby took an audible gulp.
    "Well, we used to live together. But, we aren't married or anything like that. If she said different she's lying! She has always been trying to trap me in a relationhip, wanting to talk about babies and such!" His words rushed out and it felt like they slammed so hard into my chest that it took my breath away.
    "She didn't say different. So, Darby, what amount of money would it take for you to walk away and never think again about Channing or me?" He paused a moment before continuing. "$50,000?"
    "I... umm... what?" Darby stuttered on. He truly didn't know how to respond. Before he could say any more, Thayden Berenger spoke again.
    "Okay fine. $100,000 is my final offer."
    "Cash?!?!" I really didn't believe that Darby would take the money. We were planning to be married. I still wasn't having difficulty staying quiet, I was too dumbfounded to speak. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
    "Yes Darby, I can give you cash right now. Do we have a deal? You take the money and never even think about me, my company or Channing ever again. Deal?" He extended his hand like a businessman would when agreeing to a settlement. But that is exactly what he was doing wasn't it?
    "Deal." Darby said it as if I weren't even there and as if they were talking about a bet on the upcoming football game. He rose and shook Thayden Berenger's hand and waited as he walked to the table, opened the briefcase, took out several stacks of hundred dollar bills. He shoved the bills into the duffle and held out the duffle to Darby. Darby looked shocked.
    "You are serious?" Thayden Berenger just stood there holding out the duffle. Darby reached out and took the duffle and just stood there. Mr. Berenger walked to the door and held it open. When Darby finally walked through, he did so without ever looking back. Mr. Berenger closed the door behind Darby and leaned against it looking at me.
    "So, as you said before, you have no one? Well, now you have me. Consider yourself bought and paid for. You belong to me now." It took me a few moments for my brain to register. What did he mean that I belonged to him? I'm not property. I couldn't belong to him. Could I?
    "Come with me Channing." and he took me by the elbow to help me stand. I was still in shock over what had just happened. This couldn't be real. As we got to the door, he reached for the knob. I turned and looked at him. Before I could say anything, he put his finger to my lips to silence me. "Shh. We will talk more upstairs." And for some reason, that was enough.
     He led me through the door and down the corridor to the elevator.

Chapter 2
    I was so much in shock, that I couldn't resist. He had my elbow in his hand and even though his touch was gentle, it was also firm. I knew in my heart that I couldn't have gotten away from him, even if I had had the presence of mind to do so. He put a key into the keyhole just below the elevator button. Then he pressed the button and removed the key. We stood there a few moments and then the doors opened. I don't know that my feet would have worked on my own. I felt a slight pressure on my elbow and my body moved forward on its own. Once in the elevator, he used the key again and when he turned it, the elevator lurched upwards.
    I glanced over at him and realized that I only came to mid-chest on him. I studied him in silence. He was tall, really tall and he had an incredibly broad chest. His biceps were enough that they alone could make a woman melt. I didn't know alot, but there was no way this man was a business man. I was completely confused. Thayden Berenger was an old man, but this man had said he was Thayden Berenger. The old man had owned this company for years and years but this man wasn't old enough to had built it into the empire that it was. The ding of the elevator brought me out of my thoughts. The doors opened and I felt pressure again against my elbow. We stepped to an amazing room.
    The room was massive. I don't know how I knew, but it was very masculine. The furniture was all oversized and dark wood.He escorted me into the room and to one of the oversized couches.
    "Sit." Was all that he said. His tone told me that it was best not to argue. He left the room and went through a doorway. I sat there for a moment longer and then I stood and slowly circumvented the room. Everything in the room was rich and dark and masculine. There were trinkets that I knew weren't from our country, but I couldn't identify their origin. I stopped at the windows and looked down into the city. I didn't hear him return. He came up behind me. "It is a beautiful site isn't it?"
    "Yes." I said softly. "I just wanted to be happy and to have a family and to be left alone." I turned and found myself staring directly into his chest. I was angry and there were tears in my eyes. "IT IS ALL YOUR FAULT. I COULD HAVE HAD EVERYTHING I WANTED. I DIDN'T WANT TO BE RICH, JUST HAPPY" I didn't realize it at first but I was pounding on his chest as I screamed at him. He let me vent and then I broke into sobs. He took hold of my wrists and held them as I cried. He pulled me to him and just let me cry.
    After a few moments, I quieted and he finally released me. He immediately became a hard man again.
    "We are in need of a discussion. Come sit." He again led me to the couch where he indicated that I should sit down. I did and he sat next to me. I was uncomfortable with the closeness of such a manly man. I had been with Darby forever and Darby was nothing compared to this man. "You young lady are in trouble. Darby will be taken care of by my security. They followed him and will be infiltrating the group that sent you. However, you are the one that did the deed. That is a problem."
    I sat with my hands in my lap, staring at them. "What are you going to do to me? I don't want to go to jail."
    "Oh, my dear, you will not be going to jail." He chuckled. Then, he looked at me very seriously. "I will be handling your punishment myself." I glanced up at him.
    "W.. what do you mean?" I tried to swallow but my mouth had suddenly gone very dry. "What are you going to do to me?"
    "I am going to spank you."
    "NO!" I didn't hesitate with that response. "I am too old to be spanked! I haven't been spanked since my daddy was alive!"
    "Did your daddy spank you often?" He asked calmly.
    "Yes! He would use his belt on me and whip me but good." He took my hand in his and rubbed the back of it while we talked.
    "How old were you the last time he spanked you?" He continued to rub my hand.
    "I was twelve. It was two weeks before the fire at the factory. He was killed in it." I watched him rub my hand.
    "Who did you live with after that?" I could feel his eyes on me.
    "No one. Whereever I could find. I met Darby when I was fourteen. He asked me to move in with him so I did. I quit school when my daddy died and would work where I could. When I moved in with Darby, I lied about my age and went to work at the factory. That is until YOU closed it." The fire was back in my eyes and in my voice. I yanked my hand away from his.
    "Chany, how old are you now?" He ignored my most recent outburst and took hold of my hand again to rub it.
    "My name is Channing. I am nineteen. So you see, I am too old for a spanking!" I tried to pull my hand away again and he held on.
    "Chany, a young lady who is naughty is never too old for a spanking. I don't care if you are forty, if you behave like less than a lady, you will be spanked in this household." I stared up into his eyes. He leaned forward and grabbed a large flat backed hairbrush. I hadn't noticed it sitting there. I have to assume that is what he got when he left the room because it definitely wasn't sitting there when we came in.
    "You can't mean to use that on me!" I tried again to pull my hand back.
    "Yes ma'am, I certainly do. I have every intention of blistering your backside with this brush." He watched my facial expression as I processed this declaration. "Now, you are going to stand up in front of me right now. I am going to lower your pants and panties and you are going to go over my knee."
    "No." This time, I wasn't loud about my argument. I knew he could overpower me, I just couldn't believe that he meant to spank me.
    "Yes. Now young lady, stand up." Without realizing what I was doing, I found myself standing beside him. He reached forward and quickly unfastened my jeans and in one swift movement, he had my jeans and my panties around my knees. I was mortified and before I could react, he tipped me forward and guided me across his lap. I struggled and tried to get up but I found out very quickly that his size advantage made sure that I wouldn't be able to get up until he was good and ready to let me up. "Now, I am going to spank you with my hand. This will be your warm up. When I am done with that, I am going to apply this sturdy wooden brush to your backside. You understand why I am spanking you, don't you?"
    "Yes Sir." Sir?? Why in the world had I said that? Because that is what I said to my daddy when he made me bend over for a whipping. At that point, I remembered the whippings of my childhood. I immediately began struggling. He easily pinned my free arm to my back and wrapped his arm around my waist. I knew at that point I was in big trouble.
    "Young lady, be still." He began to spank me. The first swat didn't hurt but it got my attention. I immediately knew this would hurt. He wasted no time following up that first swat with many more. They weren't that hard but they were steady and my squirming quickly became just kicking and crying. Each swat didn't hurt, but collectively, my backside was becoming very warm and very tender. As quickly as he started, he stopped. It took me a moment. I made to get up and he tightened his grip on my waist. "Where do you think you are going?"
    "B...but you spanked me, aren't you going to stop now?"
    "No ma'am. You are going to be well spanked. I told you, the spanking with my hand was just the warm up. Now we will use the brush." With that he picked up the brush and the first swat sounded like a shot ringing out through the room. The tears came immediately. The second swat landed on the other side of my rear end and I was sobbing. I can't begin to say how many swats he gave me but I was sobbing and howling and kicking and trying to get away. I was caught in his arms good and he was blistering my back side. I can't say when he stopped, I was crying so hard, I never knew. Finally, I realized he was no longer holding on to my waist and he was gently rubbing my back. He let me lay across his hard thighs until I calmed. Then he helped me stand and my hands immediately went to my fanny and I started to rub. He reached out and took my hands away from my bottom and held them in his hands. "No rubbing. Now, you take yourself to that corner over there and put your nose in it. If I see you rubbing your back side, I will take off my belt and whip you good. Do you understand me young lady?"
    "Y..y..yes Sir." I was crying again as I stammered over my response. I turned and because my jeans had worked their way off of my legs and my underwear were now around my ankles, I shuffled to the corner that he had indicated. I stood there with my nose in the corner, my hands at my sides and my very sore fanny on display. I could hear him moving around the room. I heard ice being put in a glass and a liquid being poured. It seemed like it was forever that I stood there. Finally, I heard him sit.
    "Come here." I turned and shuffled back to him. I stood before him with my hands at my side. I had completely forgotten that I was half naked and that he could see everything. My attention wasn't on my front. "You may get dressed."
    I jumped first and then I leaned down to pull up my underwear, I gasped when the cotton touched by sore behind. I glanced at him and he nodded before indicating my jeans on the floor. I picked them up and pulled them on very tenderly. Pulling them up over my back side brought tears to my eyes again. When I was finally dressed, he patted the couch beside him. I sat and almost shot right back up. He took my hand and pulled me back down beside him.
    "Young lady, I want you sitting on that very sore fanny while we chat." I tried to keep the tears from overflowing from my eyes. "I spanked you because you came into my home and tried to destroy it. It wasn't me who did that to you. It was my grandfather. My name is Thayden Berenger III. My grandfather passed away a eight weeks ago. The transfer of the company to me happened six months ago quietly so that investors wouldn't withdraw their funds. Since I took over the company, no factories have closed at all." I sat there in shock. I know my jaw must have been in my lap. He reached over, put his finger under my chin and closed my mouth. "If you had made the appointment you claimed to have, I would have told you this and given you a job. However, now you are mine. I paid $100,000 for you and you now belong to me."
    "I am a human!" My voice burst forth before I could even think about it. "You can't own a human being!"
    "You can if you are me. Now, I am going to show you to your room. You will remain there until dinner is served." With that he stood and pulled me to my feet. He led me to a set of stairs and led me up them. At the top of the stairs, we walked along the balcony to a bedroom. We passed through the bedroom and went through a door into what I thought was a closet at first. Going through the door, I found there was another set of stairs. We went up this set and through a door at the top of the stairs. He stepped to the side to allow me to pass him. I stepped into a beautiful white room. Everything everywhere was solid white. The bedroom was huge and there was a large four poster bed in the center. There were windows on three of the walls. There was light everywhere. I turned back to the man behind me.
    "I am to stay here?"
    "Yes, I won't lock the door, as long as you behave. There is a bathroom through the door over there. You should shower. I have sent out for some new clothes for you. They will be brought up when they arrive. I will come and get you for dinner." He turned to go and then stopped. "And remember, no rubbing." With that, he turned and disappeared down the stairs.


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