Spankfully Mine

Hello, readers. If there are any readers left in here, that is. We have been dilatory bloggers for quite some time, and I would not expect anyone to hang in there waiting for our reappearance. However, our life has been in some crazy turmoil for a while, and that must be my excuse. Mistress forgets that she does not accept excuses. Mistress' Slave forgets that her bottom is very white and ready for a tanning. I thought, since we had a free evening--free only insomuch that I am neglecting my waiting mountain of work--I should post a quick story. If quick were possible for me. *giggling* It's not. You drag every story out needlessly long. This story will certainly take a long time if my slave keeps jerking my computer out of my hands and typing interruptions to my narrative. And even longer if that naughty behavior prompts a retribution. *looks menacingly over at the now humble slavegirl* The story... I stalked Pura out of the house and down the long driveway. She

This experience started here . Readers, I would like to officially apologize for the ridiculous length of this story. I did not realize there was so much to tell. I suppose I could have--as Pura so disrespectfully suggested--left out some details. But I guess if you have been reading my blog, you understand that that is not M.O. This will absolutely be the conclusion of this experience. I need to get it out of the way, because Pura has earned herself a few other entries on here. (Take that as you wish.) I wish I could say that everything I do before, during, and after a spanking is for the benefit of the bottom involved. I wish  that was true. But the truth behind me sending Kelsie into the guest room to wait was not actually to get her mentally prepared. It was to buy myself some time to talk to Pura.  I found my slave sitting on the bench in the master bedroom. As soon as I saw her, I arched a brow, because she was obviously not in a submissive mindset. She was sitting with her

This experience started here . Kelsie had just announced that she was there to receive a spanking. I reeled. "What?" I wanted to clarify, but also to buy myself time, because I had no idea how I was going to respond to this. It was so far outside the realm of anything I thought I ever would be doing. Learning to spank Pura had been overwhelming enough for me; I did not think I could actually spank someone else. Besides, punishments in our house were very intimate between me and my slave. I thought it seemed a little like cheating to do it with someone else. Kelsie's stony exterior was just a mask, I realized. She seemed rough and aggressive, and belligerent, but she was just nervous. I was really, really  nervous. I don't think Nichole realizes how intimidating she can be. She doesn't at all. She's really scary, especially when she's mad. Also, Pura has told me all about the spankings she has received at Nichole's hands, and that was inti

This experience started here . I'm taking the opportunity to finish this story while Pura is out with some friends. Her interruptions always make this process take longer than it needs to. I left the story off with Pura coming home from Vegas, and she had brought reinforcements. When Pura walked into the house, she was not alone. Kelsie came in with her. All my careful plans were obliterated in an instant. Kelsie looked at me with what I thought was contempt and distrust. Pura watched me warily, I am sure wondering if I would break from my standard regime in smiling a welcome at Kelsie, and demand instead that she leave immediately and never come back.  I'm ashamed to say t he thought did cross my mind. I truly considered telling Pura she may not ever associate with Kelsie again. I seriously considered ejecting Kelsie forcibly from my home. A lot of flying thoughts danced through my mind as I watched Pura hold the door for her friend and whisper an invitation to come in.