Spankfully Mine

Readers, this is a  entirely fictional story written on behalf of a dear friend. (wink-wink. You know who you are. And yes, I am up past my very strict bedtime.) My challenge was to write a platonic spanking scene that was purely DD, and not too cliche. You will have to let me know if I was successful. The story: Amber and her roommate locked gazes as soon as the door opened on its rusted hinges and let Felicia in. In the blue-hued light of the TV, Felicia could see that Amber’s eyes were swollen and red, and the shoulder of her tee-shirt had obviously been used as a makeshift tissue. She was wrapped around the teddy-bear Mya had given her and was eating the full tin of the disgusting holiday popcorn Felicia’s mother had sent them for Christmas. On the table behind her the foil-wrapped homemade candies appeared to have been ransacked, and Felicia did not dare approach it for fear she would be witness to the aftermath of Amber’s holiday-treat massacre. “How was you...

The new school year has arrived Pura and I have a system in place for homework completion. The day she attends class, she completes the homework so it does not weigh her down. Now, of course, that does not always work out perfectly. When she is writing a paper, for instance, she cannot expect to complete the entire thing in one sitting. For these types of homework assignments, she creates a schedule and is expected to stick to it very strictly. Well, classes just started, and in honor of the new school year, I got Pura a day planner. It smells of leather and fresh, unused paper, and virtually begs to be written in. Every Sunday I go through and plan my week, and I thought it would be a fun activity to do together (not really fun), and it would help her stay organized. So last week we sat down for our first weekend planning session and we went through everything, including meal plans and errands. There was not one time period over the week that was not fully planned and accounted ...

I thought I might never blog again, but little persistent Pura keeps bugging and a couple swats hasn't discouraged her nagging. I permitted her back into the blogging world because she would not be silent, and now she roped me back in as well, even though my life is incredibly hectic these days. There have been unbelievable drains on my time and energy over the past month or so. And Pura is not exactly counted among those drains. Family, work, the never-ending life-sucking on-pain-of-death responsibility I cannot mention here, has me literally too exhausted to more than glance at the blog. I haven't even dared to read Pura's last entry, for fear I may see something that I cannot simply forgive. Anyway... Here's the cyber-spank story: I came home from a recent business outing. I was happy to be home, and I even managed to climb the bazillion flights of stairs without huffing and puffing too much. I was hoping to surprise Pura, so I put my keys in the door sneak...

I tend toward philosophical writing, but I know the readership of this blog is not reading for philosophy. Please indulge me: Mistress is going camping. While that in itself is not a philosophical topic, there is a philosophy with my being left behind. Poor little Pura, left all alone at home whilst Mistress whisks away into the dark recesses of the mountains to "get away from it all." All all? It's a camping ground, for heaven's sake! It's not as though you can get away from it all when you're sleeping in a camp ground surrounded by other strange campers, and a restroom is ten feet from your tent. Camping seems like an activity made for the rugged outdoorsmen, who carve themselves a place out of the wilderness and hunker down for a week of catching their own meals and growing long, grisly beards. Mistress is what I like to call... indoorsy . To this girl, camping is when she can't get room service to her hotel. When she has to carry her own bags to h...

Dearest Readers- I sometimes think that the most obnoxious thing about life is the constant, nagging, annoying need for other people (no insult intended). Thus, I am back in the blogging world and I suppose I may be here for awhile. Sorry about the hiatus. It was necessary for some perspective. New story soon to come... -Pura

Dear Anonymous, Your anonymity is not free reign to be markedly disrespectful or unkind. I do not moderate comments on this blog, because I believe in free speech and the right to air grievances. Of the few times there have been blatantly disrespectful comments, I have removed them without question, comment, or response. I did not give them space on the blog, but rather addressed any concerns therein in the story I selected for the next installment of our blog posts. But recently there was a comment made that I have decided to address directly. Not because I am fed up with comments. By all means, comment away! We love the interaction and it is part of what keeps a blog from becoming stale. This particular commenter accused Pura of some pretty harsh crimes after having read the trilogy of "Arrested" posts. Here is my response, reader, and please pay close attention to the meaning behind my strong words: Pura belongs to me. She is my loving, delightful, precious little ...

This story is about what happened near the beginning of our time together. We were adjusting to life in our new Vanilla-ish BDSM lifestyle. We were still very new and learning about each other. I was learning you were bossy. And I was learning you only hear what you want to hear. *Pouty!* Here goes: _____________________________________ Pura was the easiest person in the world to get along with. Her desire to please and willingness to submit meant we never had an argument. She was true to her word that she would trust me. She yielded to me every time there was a disagreement. The first time it happened was our last day of classes. She announced she should get a job. “Why?” I asked. It was an innocent query without any judgment from me yet. “Classes are over now,” she told me as she wiped the counters down after dinner. “You only have a couple weeks of work left and then you’re off. I am not taking summer classes; I could get a job and help pay the bills.” The i...