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Kitchen Table

A story

“And… WHAT… are those?”

“Ankle cuffs”, I answered nonchalantly.

“And what are they doing on the legs on the kitchen table?” you asked incredulously.

“Isn’t it obvious? To keep your legs apart when I put you over it. And fuck you.”

Your mouth opened to protest. I could sense your indignance, and it pleased me that you seemed to struggle to find words to express it.

So naturally, I teased you. Restating my intentions with a meticulousness that mocked your own flustered reaction.

“I’m going to undress you.”

“Then I’m going to bend you over the kitchen table.”

“Then I’m going to spank your bare little bottom until you’re all hot and pink.”

“And then I’m going to fuck you.”

Each successive sentence made your cheeks flush deeper. I knew beneath your bosom your heart would be thumping. Some ancient limbic reaction deep within your primitive mind preparing for flight or fight. Whilst the higher echelons of your intelligence rendered my words into your imagination, making your pussy tingle.

Three ancient competing urges. To run. Or resist. Or submit entirely. I can almost sense the possibilities cascading through your mind’s biochemical soup.

Is that fear you’re feeling? The trepidation of being captured? Made helpless?

Or are you going to resist and struggle? Do you want me to overpower you? To push you down upon the table, and pull your ankles apart until they’re cuffed?

Or maybe the strongest emotion you feel is lust? Somehow, the air molecules my voice sent lapping against your eardrums unleashing an avalanche, one that’s now thrumming through your nerves and flooding your veins. Stiffening your nipples and making your skin tingle.

Yet a lurker looking in from our garden would know nothing of this, merely seeing a perfect picture of domestic contentment. Just the two of us, sitting quietly around the kitchen table, bathed the warm spring sunshine streaming through the open patio doors. I sipping my tea, you scooping up small spoonfuls of muesli.

But if they waited, they’d notice your spoon drop. And then your jaw hanging open. Gaping. Surprised. Almost bewildered.

And if they lurk for just a little while longer, they’ll see me putting you over this very table. Kneeling down to fix the cuffs to your ankles. Then tugging open your buttocks with both hands to see how excited you’ve become.

“When?” you said at last.

It was obvious you’d spent the intervening silence imagining it.

“When I say so”, I answered firmly.

Was that look lust, or bratty indignance? No matter. I treat both the same way.

I could tell you to stand up right now. To undress before me. I could even tell you to stand before the table, reach down, and close the cuffs around your ankles. Would you like that? Following my instructions. Being obedient?

Or maybe I’ll send my instruction out of the blue, when you’re least expecting it. Perhaps one evening when I’m travelling home from the office. What a delight it would be to arrive in the kitchen, to find you lying over the tabletop, perfectly presented, and aching to be seen to.

Or would you find it more exciting if I took control? Suddenly grasping your wrist, leading you towards the kitchen. I could undress you myself. A stern expression silencing any dissent as you’re stripped naked in front of the garden windows. I don’t think the neighbours can see in. Though if I opened the patio doors, they might just be able to hear you.

I wonder, shall I cuff your wrists too? Or have you keep your hands on your head as I deal with you? Or maybe I’ll just pin them to the small of your back with my free hand when the time comes to smack your bottom.

I glance up from what I’m reading, and see you’re already squirming in your seat. Have you already made a mess in your panties?

Be assured, my inspection, when it comes, will be very thorough indeed. Not because your intimate little world is unfamiliar. Quite the contrary, I’m going to enjoy returning to some favourite places. My roaming fingers skimming over every tender fold and furrow. Every contour of your curves.

I shall kneel between your thighs and advance, until my nose nestles between your tender slit. So I can inhale deeply, and smell your moist florid scent. When I retreat, I will tug you open to explore your crevice of glistening vivid pink. I know I’ll find you leaking, almost aching to be filled. So I’ll remind you sternly, that you’re going to have to wait.

Because first I’m going to spank your bottom.

I’ll leave you squirming, frustratedly pulling at your bonds, when I go off to fetch the paddle, and a few other little treats. On my return, I make you wait some more, standing behind you to admire the view. Whispering. I wonder how wet I could you make you in this position, with just my voice alone. And my warm breath on the back on your neck.

I wonder if our neighbours can see us, and whether they’d be shocked or as aroused as you are.

I pull a wet wipe from its tube, and with both hands, tug your buttocks open, placing the cool damp tissue against within the crevice. I feel your struggle with humiliation as I wipe your bottom clean.

I’ve brought another little treat, your beautiful glass buttplug, it seems to shimmer in the sunbeams like a giant frozen raindrop. I open your mouth, and slip it between your pouting lips.

I grasp the paddle purposefully, rubbing the soft velvety side up and down your thighs, then back and forth across your bottom. Then between your open legs, smearing your excitement across the stiff leather blade.

Is this this what you want, my dear?

Your answer is obvious and assumed.

The spanks start.

Slow. Forceful. Smacks.

Cute pink puddles form on your pert pale cheeks.

Your yelps and moans are stifled by the obstruction filling your mouth.

I kneel behind you again, splaying your cheeks open with both hands, now feeling even warmer to the touch. I run my tongue between your globes, delicately tracing your crevice, circling the dimple of your bottom hole. I hear your muffled moans escalate as I lick you.

It makes me hard to think only I know this secret side of you. The high-flyer who gets her bare bottom smacked. Who comes home from work complaining of arselicking office politics,  powerless to prevent her lover’s tongue from exploring her bum over the kitchen table.

A sore, stinging bottom, with my firm tongue probing deeply in between. I can smell just how excited that makes you.

You taste so good my dear. You taste earthy, like a kind of primal lust.

I rise from my knees and pick up the paddle again. I can hear your little mew of disappointment. My left hand gathers your wrists against the small of your back. I feel your muscles flexing, trying to free yourself, but my grip is unbreakable.

I resume spanking. Slow, hard whacks, that make you moan and yelp.

I fetch the plug from your mouth, now glistening with your excited drool. You whimper as I place it against your bottom hole, then push it gently until it slowly slips inside.

I kneel behind you once more, splaying your spanked cheeks open once more, running my tongue between them. When I encounter the base of the plug, I grip it between my lips pushing it deeper then sucking it backwards.

The way you buck and struggle against your cuffs just makes me even harder.

I contemplate pulling your plug out completely, and filling the empty hole with my eager cock.

Or maybe I’ll just leave the plug in place, and slide myself into your hungry cunt.

I enter, so easily.

And I fuck you forcefully across the kitchen table. Quick, deep thrusts. Sometimes breaking the rhythm by halting inside, stopping just long enough to feel you gently clench around my cock.

When you look over your shoulder, your eyes sparkling and glaring, our glances seem to collide in a lusty conflagration.

We fuck until we both come across the kitchen table. Until we both sprawled and exhausted.

You see us naked, as we are.

A perfect picture of domestic contentment.

.

.

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@spankingtheatre 2018

The Discovery

hissubtobe:

The scene is set by the amazing storyteller @spankingtheatre​ who generously has invited his readers to interfere in one of his lovely stories and make it their own.

My efforts have turned out as follows: (my contributions in bold)

* * *

The light breeze made the
curtains billow. Although it was late afternoon, the heat was still intense,
and I welcomed its cooling, gentle touch fanning my warm body. A soft voice
brought me out of my reverie.

“This is very
naughty of us! Just lying here on my bed, in nothing but our underwear.”

I turned my head and looked at
Gina who was resting beside me, on her back her hands folded behind her head. A
quick glance down her body confirmed what she had just said. Compared to me and
my sensible cotton bra and panties, she really looked naughty in nothing but a laced
half cup bra and a pair of tiny, flimsy panties that just about covered her
bare mound.

“You do know what
would happen if we were caught, don’t you?”

I shook my head languidly and
returned her smile with quiet composure, but underneath I felt somewhat disturbing.
Something in Gina’s eager voice made me feel a little uncomfortable but I
couldn’t exactly tell what it was.

“We would be
spanked for sure! On our bare bottoms!”

Keep reading

This is a treat! A wonderful contribution to the ongoing interactive discipline series by the lovely @hissubtobe.

She has added richly evocative descriptions to my original sparse lines of dialogue, conjuring up an evocative scene of two young women undressing and exploring each other on a long, lazy, sultry summer afternoon. The impetuousness of one of the characters is particularly well-written. Why is she in such a hurry? A hint she’s a highly sexually adventurous individual, or the result of having an eye on the clock?

And I like how even despite their imminent jeopardy, there are no recriminations, if anything, the licking intensifies. Friends are becoming lovers, even as the footsteps approach. I wonder what their aunt will think…

If other readers would like to try creating their own story, just copy the text of original template, add your own words and repost. Here’s the background explained. Why not give it a try?

The Discovery – Modified

never-been-spanked:

@spankingtheatre has devised yet another saucy collaborative writing challenge. His work is always rather inspiring, so I thought I might take a stab at this one as well 🙂

Please enjoy!

——————–

The room was dim. A few scented candles were scattered across the room, and their cozy light flickered, casting shadows onto the lithe figures of the two occupants lounging across an almost unreasonably large bed. The artistically woven wrought iron bed frame cast shadows on the wall, and faint music wafted through the room.

“This is very naughty of us! Just lying here on my bed, in nothing but our underwear.”

Rolling on to my side, I peeked over at her, a lazy smile spreading across my face.

Earlier, when I entered her room, the warm scent of bergamot and sandalwood gently tickled my nose. Half amused, I took note of the ambience and vaguely wondered what mischief we would be getting up to tonight.

I heard her lyrical voice drift from her bathroom, inviting me to make myself comfortable. Dropping my bag at the door, I slowly slipped my shirt off.

I couldn’t help but grin. I always knew she was up to something when those candles were lit. It appeared she had changed her mind about helping me cram one final time before taking my graduate school entrance exams tomorrow morning.

“You do know what would happen if we were caught, don’t you?”

Keep reading

The latest interactive discipline prompt has inspired some wonderful stories, and this gem from @never-been-spanked continues the extremely high standard of contributions.

I loved the sexual intrigue the story describes, the erotic explorations of two girls, both of whom clearly have their own secret sexual ambitions. Here what gives the jeopardy its zest is that it’s not about breaking institutional rules, but the prospect of suddenly having your deepest fantasies revealed, of having one’s carefully curated social mask removed, and being powerless to stop it. Very hot indeed.

If other readers would like to try creating their own story, just copy the text of original template, add your own words and repost. Here’s the background explained. Why not give it a try?​

The Discovery

mrs-actor-agent-of-change:

(Another co-operative, interactive writing adventure with the lovely @spankingtheatre, who is an inspiration as always.)

“This is very naughty of us! Just lying here on my bed, in nothing but our underwear.”

‘Mmm hmm,’ I purred lazily. My eyes closed of their own accord as I pulled the young man in my arms even closer. The hand currently resting on his lower back slipped just inside the waistband of his boxers. All the better for me to feel the smooth skin underneath.

I say young man, but he was definitely old enough. Although the fact he was of-age didn’t change the fact that I was his professor. Technically, I shouldn’t BE in his bed, in his dormitory, but it was Sunday afternoon and the other young men that shared his room were currently occupied elsewhere. As long as I kept an eye on the time, we were safe enough. There is no way I would take an uncalculated risk that would jeopardise the most precious thing in the world to me.

“You do know what would happen if we were caught, don’t you?”

Of course I knew. I knew only all too well. But that wasn’t about to deter me from taking my pleasure where and when I could. It had been all too scant for me in the past, but this new relationship made me hopeful that my fortunes had finally changed for the better.

I had remained silent with my musings. He continued on.

“We would be spanked for sure! On our bare bottoms!”

Keep reading

Another treat! This is a wonderful piece of writing from the talented mind of @mrs-actor-agent-of-change. I loved the interplay between the two characters, and the ambiguity of their predicament. How she cleverly reverses the roles, allowing the reader a glimpse into the mind of a character who at first seems like a domme, but who we later discover might actually be a switch. Her spanking of her young male lover was particularly hot, one I’m sure will excite those who harbour strict femdom fantasies. A tremendous piece of work.

If other readers would like to try creating their own story, just copy the text of original template, add your own words and repost. Here’s the background explained. Why not give it a try?​

The Discovery

littlemisssubshine:

Half of this story was written by @spankingtheatre, as an interactive discipline story. He has written everything in italics, inviting us to write the other half of the story. My writing is in bold.

In my story, a young professor, new to the academy, has begun a secret rendezvous with a student. And while it begins fun and sexy, it quickly turns dark as the young girl sets him up, not listening to his protests and disregarding his authority. In my opinion, this girl needs a serious caning.


“This is very naughty of us! Just lying here on my bed, in nothing but our underwear.”

“Yes, well, you know we could get in very real trouble over this. I’m a new professor in this academy, I don’t have much pull with the headmaster.”

“You do know what would happen if we were caught, don’t you?”

“You’d probably be expelled… I’d be fired. Made a mockery. The headmaster would make sure that I never teach again…”

“We would be spanked for sure! On our bare bottoms!”

“Silly girl… only students are spanked. And you’d be damn grateful if a spanking was your only reprimand. You know the rules in this academy.”

“Does that thought appeal or arouse you?”

“You being spanked? Well, I must admit yes, it does. It’s one of the reasons I applied for the position at this school. I love administering spankings, as well as watching naughty girls like yourself receive them. You all try to squirm away from the swats, but the wetness you leave behind on my leg gives you away.”

“I have to confess, the thought of being caught and spanked really turns me on.”

“You should be thinking about repentance, young lady. Not about pleasing that silly little cunt of yours.”

“You’re curious too, aren’t you?”

“I’m curious to see what you look like when you’re spanked… I bet it’s a treat to watch.”

“Do you want me to show you what happens?”

“I would delight in a demonstration.”

“Sit down on the edge of the bed then.”

Keep reading

This is a marvellous work courtesy of the lovely @littlemisssubshine. I love how she cleverly subverts the reader’s expectations, reversing the roles, transforming dialogue which sounds like it should be spoken submissively into a particularly erotic powerplay. It’s delightful to see such imaginative writing, one that both surprises and delights.

If other readers would like to try creating their own story, just copy the text of original template, add your own words and repost. Here’s the background explained. Why not give it a try?​

Dialogue #2: The Discovery

Back by popular demand! This is my half of a brand new interactive discipline story, written from a single character’s point of view. The idea being that you can copy this text into a new post, write your half of the story, and publish your own spanking story. Full instructions are here, and examples of what readers have created from the previous prompt are here.

Notes: I’ve deliberately left the gender of the two characters undefined, so readers can choose what combination works best for themselves. The gender of the disciplinarian is also left ambiguous so you can choose your own antagonist – a Mummy or Daddy, a governess, a strict uncle, a nun, a headmaster or headmistress – or whoever else features in your fantasies…




The Discovery

“This is very naughty of us! Just lying here on my bed, in nothing but our underwear.”

“You do know what would happen if we were caught, don’t you?”

“We would be spanked for sure! On our bare bottoms!”

“Does that thought appal or arouse you?”

“I have to confess, the thought of being caught and spanked really turns me on.”

“You’re curious too, aren’t you?”

“Do you want me to show you what happens?”

“Sit down on the edge of the bed then.”

“Now beckon me towards your lap and scold me, tell me how very naughty I’ve been.”

“Ooo yes, so stern and strict! I do like that.”

“Now, pull down my panties.”

“Eeek! Now I’m completely bare and exposed. Tell me off for covering myself, tell me to move my hands away.”

“The embarrassment! Now you can see how excited I am!”

“Tell me I deserve a good hard spanking on my bare bottom.”

“Tell me to bend over.”

“Do you like having my poor little bottom at your mercy?”

“Now raise your palm high, and smack my naughty bum.”

“Oh my goodness! And again.”

“You’re so strict! Have you given many spankings?”

“Ooo, yes. I’ve been so very naughty.”

“Oh my…”

“My poor little bottom must be so hot and pink!”

“Thank you for disciplining me.”

“That was amazing, you’re a wonderful spanker!”

“Now, I’ve got a special treat for you too!”

“Perhaps you’ll allow me to undress you too?”

“There we go, both completely naked now. Looks like you found smacking my bottom quite exciting too.”

“Lie back on the bed, please.”

“I want to tie you up. That OK?”

“Hands above your head on the bedframe, please. Put your wrists together so I can bind them.”

“Now legs wide apart. Feet to the corners of the bed. I’ve a couple of scarves here to tie your ankles.”

“My goodness. What a beautiful view. All spread open and at my mercy.”

“Now, let me join you.”

“The 69 position is the perfect way to say thank you for a spanking. You get to see what you’ve done to my poor bottom up close, and kiss it all better.”

“And I get to say thank you between your legs.”

“Oh yes, just there…”

“Mmmm. So good…”

“But I do have a confession to make…”

“But first, I’m just going to get up, and unlock our door.”

“What if we’re discovered? Well, funny you should say that. I suppose you’d better climax quietly.”

“There back in position, do keep licking as I explain.”

“I’m afraid I’ve done something very, very naughty…”

“Before we started playing, I asked for a visit to my room. The time I gave is fast approaching, so I expect we’ll be caught with our tongues between each other’s legs some time in the next 10 minutes.”

“No point in struggling, I’ve tied you up perfectly tight.”

“We will of course, have to be severely dealt with.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if we were immediately bent over the bottom of the bed!”

“How do you think we’ll be spanked?”

“Slippered? Strapped? Whacked with the cane?”

“No, I can’t let you go now, have you any idea how long I’ve been planning this?”

“Do you think we’ll be spanked together, or will have to take turns? One of us bending over the bottom of the bed, staring between the other’s legs as they’re punished? Or maybe you’ll be lying on your back like you are now, hands still tied to the frame, but with me holding your legs up.”

“Maybe you’ll get extra when they see you’ve already spanked my poor little bottom!”

“Perhaps we’ll even be made to spank each other! Just imagine that!”

“I’d have to spank you very hard, of course. And I expect you’d do just the same to me, since I’ve gotten you into so much trouble!”

“Shall I keep licking? Would you like me to make you come just as the door swings open, just as we’re discovered?”

“Perhaps you’d like to be caught with your own mouth full, with your tongue pushing against my bottom hole?”

“I think I hear footsteps coming…”

“So very, very close…”

“We’re so very, very naughty…”

“Oh my…”


Now, just copy this to a new post, write your half of the story, tag @spankingtheatre and post!

asajones2:

Spanking Theatre inspired me and my little slut slave to play today.

He writes beautiful stories, and I set Kate some homework. She had to read part two of ‘The Sit Down Dance’ and come back with her idea of how to portray it.

She came back with an idea, and this is the result. I took a few photos, and more will follow…

But for now, read this excerpt, and then go to his site, to read it all. I highly recommend that you do.

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Alice reached down to Lola’s ankles, pulling up her panties carefully, ensuring the gusset parted Lola’s puffy wet lips, and was snug against her clit. Then she took Lola’s hand and lead her back to her chair, on top of which were a couple of cushions. Lola took her seat, and Alice knelt behind her, tying the waistband of Lola’s panties to the back of the chair with a shoelace, then tugging the cord until it was quite tight.

Now Lola obediently placed her hands behind her back, on either side of the middle slat of the chair back, allowing Alice to slip a cuff onto each of her wrists. These were improvised too, two old tennis sweatbands sewn together. By having their hands bound behind them they were putting themselves completely under their Mistress’s control. And it kept wandering fingers well away from naughty places.

And that was Lola, ready to dangle. Her white panties tight against her slit, a wet spot already visible between her legs.

Addison was summoned across Alice’s lap next, she was a petite girl, with skin so fair it resembled fine porcelain, something that gave her the appearance of an old-fashioned doll. She wore her honey-coloured hair in long tresses, but the most physically captivating thing about her was her eyes, little green orbs that danced bright with impish amusement. Addison was one of those people who laughed regularly, with a rich and infectious giggle.

Addison was the kind of girl quite determined to never take life too seriously, and whose natural expression was a subtle crooked grin, as if she’d just pulled off some particularly entertaining mischief and was just dying for someone to find out. That propensity for mischief had lead to many visits to the Punishment Room, where she’d met the other members of their little spanking gang, finally discovering three new friends who shared her  nefarious mutual interest.  

Twelve spanks later, Addison found herself sitting beside Lola with her panties tight against her aching clit, both squirming as they watched Penny’s cute little bottom turn pink. And then there were three; three naughty girls ready to do the sit-down dance.

“Lift up, girls.” Alice announced.

In response, the seated trio braced their heels on the frame of the chair, lifting themselves up from their seats slightly. Alice then moved between them, whipping away the top cushion from beneath each, then reaching down to take their feet down from the chair and onto the floor.

Suddenly, there were gasps and squeals.  

As each girl dropped onto the lower cushion, her panties were sharply pulled upwards, dragging harshly against her bottom hole, and burrowing into her weeping slit. At first, they can’t help but squirm, but gradually their movement diminishes, as they realise it’s only making their predicament worse. Clenching their fists bound behind them, all they can do is moan, tormented by the burning strip now running between their legs. Alice could recognise that ragged breathing from her own recent time on the Bench, those short gasps that accompanied the incessant upward tugging friction against her twitching clit…

Asa

Many thanks to Kate and the wonderful @asajones2 for staging this scene from The Sit-Down Dance Part 2.

For the curious, this is what a panty-pulling chair looks like, with the sitter’s panties tied to the back of the chair with shoelaces, and both cushions since removed, so she now sits with her panties pulled tight between her legs. Perhaps this delightful depiction might inspire your erotic inventiveness, and you’ll create a chair of your own

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