Punishment and Submission

The medical punishment

noreply@myblog.it (spankman) — Thu, 17 May 2012 09:52:00 +0200

The months went quiet, then the day that I should go to the doctor, my mother told me that she was present, my sister and my cousin.

But Mom? I tried to say, I'm not a kid anymore, I can go alone.

But my mother said with a tone that brooked no argument. Just cut it out, and so the point is not disputed.

Rather prepare view, go to the bathroom and wait. While I was in the bathroom with the door closed, my mother, went to my room and prepared the 'thought she needed to go to the doctor: a tiny black thong low rise, clear that only covered the vagina, two pairs self regents with garter and a pair of moccasins blacks and a white blouse, too.

I was forbidden to her bra. I tried to tell my mother that I would never put that thong, but as a response, I received a very strong and violent m 'arrovescio that made me turn my face from the opposite side. See a hurry, do not waste my time and not get unnecessarily make a scene with my friend Dr..

The car ride was done completely in silence, and for me that from my mother. When my mother in silence I'm afraid, because she is angry, and woe to contradict, you might start to page

's appointment there was always given around 19.00 when there should have been no one to study.

After you have parked the 'car, we rang the intercom and it was opened immediately, as we entered the study, we found that the secretary was leaving, who greeted us and wishing us good evening telling us that the doctor, had a visit that was ending and then we would call immediately as soon as you finish your visit.

In fact, after a few minutes left the office of the doctor, a very beautiful woman, blonde with long straight hair down to the bottom back with two teal eyes, wearing a black jacket and pants, not wearing a shirt underneath and had all forms to the right place.

accommodated there I'll be right, we said the doctor, making us smile.

We went into the doctor's office where I had been visited the previous month.

After a couple of minutes later the doctor told me that once you go behind the screen and then immediately added, stripped!! Completely? Yes, of course completely, was the answer! The corner of 'eye watching me from how it was positioned instead what they would serve to repair.

Even from where my mother was sitting, he could see me.

I went behind the screen, completely naked, as I had the doctor ordered.

Well, well, well, how was this month? Well, the answer was of Antonella.

No problem? No, no.

All right.

Now let's take a look, and saying so he ordered me to go to bed and sit down, she was close to a shopping cart from where he took the stethoscope.

He started with drums chin on his back very professional, came to an end as he put the stethoscope in his ears and put the membrane on the back, making my skin d 'goose because I felt cold and lungs.

Then I made her lie down and I could feel his heart.

When he took charge of my breast. As before, remained much to massage her tits.

Then followed a long palpation of the abdomen.

My mother, from his comfortable chair where she sat, did not lose anything of the show that I was giving.

Finally, such a look in her vagina, but only by checking the 'external and not the' internal as before.

Now put yourself on all fours that you do an anal inspection. As Antonella was placed in the position required the doctor pulled on a pair of latex gloves and anointed his index finger with Vaseline. He began a slow relax-and-forth that made the girl to 'start was very tense, then took the speculum to see better if there was anything wrong. Antonella began to say, it hurts, do not take it anymore, please doctor, I beg.

Said the mother of Antonella that until then had remained silent, telling her, to finish the little girl and act like a woman, but it hurts me very badly. If you do not finish the red ass that you can not sit for at least a week.

The medical device was removed after a few minutes, the time felt that the doctor in order to make the findings it considered necessary.

I forgive her thong and come to the desk.

How was the desk, my mother who had been silent up to that point she called the doctor.

Aura, how you find it? There are problems? It 's all right?

The doctor replied, quiet Katia, your daughter is fine, but, masturbation, as you go girl? Said the doctor, giving her a pinch on the right side and a nice pat on the belly and sound.

Antonella's response was a well, and shrugged.

Her mother glared at a glance.

The doctor continued, Antonella, I think I asked a question with so much of a question mark, then you masturbate or not? And how many times a day?

Three times a day was the answer.

Well, and enjoy? Arrivals to orgasm? It is, all three times.

Do you want us just to give an answer, the doctor declared.

Well, Kate is normal at his age who masturbates to the girl, however you check it because then you will need to refer.

At his age it is good to keep everything under control, with regard to development, is developing smoothly.

What I would recommend once a week is an enema, so to keep the bowels clean. More vaginal lavage, these are the products that are marked on the prescription, the first time I come home I do for everything, and you observe me carefully Katia, so watching him learn and next time will you.

Okay, thank you, you're always so helpful and caring, I do not know how can I ever thank you, Rita.

Stop by the physician was the answer.

You can get dressed Antonella, hello see you soon.

Hello Katia, said her friend gave her a hug and kissed her cheeks.

When we were out of the studio, my mother said, turning to me, at home the two of us do the math.

But, I tried to tell me, and I received a m'arrovescio worse than what I had come home, but this time I had given him in the street.

Arrived home and parked the car in the garage, got in the house, and as we entered my mother told me, you go to your room and wait for me to arrive immediately.

I went without question in my room and after a few minutes later my mother.

Well lordship, now two of us do the math, naked and without question.

I stripped and completely silent, I was afraid of her, she was angry, furious was an understatement, as I was naked, had me lay on the bed and without saying a word, gave me a hundred blows on the walls bare ass, when he finished I said that I had to go to bed without dinner for tonight and completely naked.

I want to see how you behave when you are here to make lavender and enema.

Hard corporal punishment

noreply@myblog.it (spankman) — Mon, 14 May 2012 12:45:12 +0200

it is customary to impose a punishment of this University who is guilty of serious misconduct. Corporal punishment. Hard. You, miss abusing her own sex, if they have rendered meritorious. The last was given more than twenty years ago to a student who, incidentally, has committed the same sin that has made her, Miss.
Since her a woman, the punishment will be performed in the presence of only a few teachers: public flogging, alas, no longer used. Too bad, because it served as a warning ... mmmh ...
Fraulein Rosa Gutenberg, the announcement that tomorrow will be punished. Twenty lashes on the bare back ... ... yum!
It is present at this office at 8 precise. Can go, miss.

Rosa Gutenberg was the only student of Archaeology. The Council had discussed at length whether or not to admit a female in the courses: The positive decision was passed with one vote to reject. And, for three years, Rose had been a good student, dutiful and diligent. In some areas was so-so, in other excelled: still had a respectable track record. She missed two years to graduate, and would become the first woman to graduate from that prestigious university that boasted nearly a millennium of history, if he had not committed that terrible nonsense.
He had brought dishonor on the University! Rose was certainly a handsome girl. Maybe he had a few extra pounds, which is noted above the hips, but, overall, could well look pretty. And he was the lover of the austere Professor K ***. Their meetings were always stealthy, well-protected, no one had ever had the slightest suspicion that the two were linked by a relationship other than teacher-learner. Also because the professor, as well as having more than twice as old Rose, also had a family: a wife and four children. Then, suddenly, the scene!
Before all, during the annual festival at the end of the course, Rose had revealed his relationship with Professor K ***. Maybe he drank too much, maybe it was hysterical, the fact is that Rosa faced her lover in front of the public spoke at the party; filled him with epithets that never should have been feeling in the mouth of a young lady for good (and bad for , for that matter) and considerations made very unflattering even on his manhood.
From here the expulsion by the University, but before the penned ....!
There were the Rector, of course, the Dean von G *** H *** Professor and nobody else. Professor H *** was responsible for carrying out the punishment, because he was quite young and, presumably, had more physical energy than the other two. Rosa was dressed in a simple manner. A robe, shirt, the shoes to boot. Oh, also had socks, red and white horizontal stripes. The only concession to femininity: blondish hair gathered into a ponytail. He was very pale when he came through the door of the office of Rector. There was no need for words: the long table in the middle of the room, brought the night before by porters, was very eloquent in itself.
Miss, lie down face down on the table said the Rector, after having coughed a lot 'to clear his throat.
Rose stood with his robe in his hand: he did not know where to put it! Thoughtful, and went over to the Dean snatched it from his hand: the silky robe ended up over the arm of a chair. Professor H *** out his right hand to help Rose to climb on the table. She leaned her buttocks, rolled his body and stretched out, his fingers clawing at the edge of the table. The professor warned that the H *** would have lifted her shirt. The girl sighed. Later, the onlookers questioned at length about the meaning of that sigh.
Professor H *** took place at the center of the long side of the table, right at the Callipige discovery, naked, exposed. The hazel wand was, of course, a little over five feet thick in proportion. Professor H *** it down to a few millimeters from the buttocks of Rosa, but not touch them or touch them at all.
And he raised several inches, up to stretch out the whole arm.
Go! said the Rector. The rod came and hissed on the buttocks of Rosa, who cried in a plaintive wail. Professor H *** slid the rod into the groove which it had excavated and returned to raise his arm. Another female laid and a new complaint.
Miss Rosa Guttemberg some 'dignity of the Rector said severely. Why or why he had shouted spread my legs? No one ever knew. And, finally, came a tenth of that ass laid red, full of stripes, with lots of tiny bubbles under the skin in the making. Professor H *** you put the rod under his arm and made the circumnavigation of the table, positioned in the same place, but on the other side. She inhaled deeply and raised his arm. Rosa began to beat on wooden legs, as if he were swimming out of the water. Her flogger waited for the tremors ceased and vibrated the thirteenth. Rose's sobs could be heard very well in absolute silence of the room.
The right hand of the girl, white-knuckled, left the edge of the table to wipe the tears from her face. Professor H *** allowed her to do, compassionate. After four or five seconds, however, began to whip. The rear of the Rose, originally white, had become an indefinite color: all shades of red with variegated stripes going to take bluish hue.
Professor H *** took three steps back and placed the rod in the armpit. Since it did not reach other laid, Rosa deduced that the punishment was over. He had a problem: he had to get up! Braced his elbows, slid on its belly until the bottom of the legs was completely off the table, rolled ninety degrees the whole body and slid down, trying to push with your hands. None of the bystanders helped her when her feet touched the ground and knees bent. By a twist of fate, his shirt had been raised: did not want to get off their knowledge. Are you male eyes saw the naked thighs of Rosa, the part not protected by stockings, also from the front perspective. Rosa was forced to drop the shirt and grimaced when the cloth rubbed her sore buttocks. With concern of a gentleman, the President was close, the women's robe open, so the girl was wearing, her arms outstretched. The pink shirt on the front was drenched in sweat. She took a deep breath, now that he felt less naked, her breasts rose and fell several times. Finally, Rose closed her robe, tied the belt and began to walk toward the door, unsteadily.

Darkness

noreply@myblog.it (spankman) — Thu, 03 May 2012 16:21:27 +0200

May was watching from the window of my room, the undulating movement of the branches of spiraeas.
Every time I had been given a reason for suffering, I always lingered to look at those white flowering bushes.
Broken friendship in the bud, the cold weather, was trapped in my mind.

As I said in those days of May, my spirit was broken.
As I lay on the ground senseless, I looked like lifeless, it had been true, I would not mind retraced with the most dramatic moments of my existence.
My face expressionless concealed behind the locks of hair that fell on my face, my eyes cast on TV as my past.
I poured catatonic helpless in a vortex, which was carrying me farther and farther behind.

At that time I still thought of being an only child, so I imagined in my fantasies baby brother to every frugolo the world.
I was an orphan, so I justified in my imagination, imagine having promiscuous mother and father.
I had no way to be part of a family until the age of eight years, previously lived within the walls of the orphanage.
As an adult, then I got to read a comic book titled, the orphanage of darkness.
When I read it, I was amazed that such an event was not unknown to people, although as I saw those pages, it was more likely seen as a fantasy, almost like a hippogriff, a great inspiration to write stories and invent plots.
I had become accustomed to violent demonstrations, justified by the idea that a kid whose back had been well treated by the rod, would grow strong, healthy, polite and respectful.
Was the motto of quell'orfanotrofio lost among the mountains.
If they knew, and yes if they knew who I respect I have lost his way, every stick was being consolidated on my face a mask, the disguise was living the perfect child, the child without rice, I smile.
We rose early, by age each of us had a job, it generally did not do anything just to walk s'imparava.
Like all great kids of my dorm, I had an obligation to fix the beds and take the little ones, in dressing, washing in, we had to ensure that they were always clean and they ate everything that was given to eat.
The breakfast included in the fresh milk and biscuits in the morning were two each, one in the afternoon, it was the best we could have expected.
During the day the children were left to themselves, were observed listlessly from adults who followed the cabin, while the rest of us went to school that was near; our orphanage was located in the center, near the embassies.
There was unlikely to meet men dressed to perfection, as we walked to school, get on and off by armored car.
The school building was a sober, sober as were the classrooms, we were taught to speak English and Italian, because it was likely that our future adoptive parents speak one of those languages, I was denied with the language, not that I particularly stupid, probably depended on the refusal to be adopted, come to think maybe it was certainly a form of stupidity.
I had a friend, my age, was called Kemen, I had no idea that I'd seen that day for the last time.
He and I went back to the orphanage together as always, there rincorrevamo along the street, dodging passers-by as best we could, it was not unusual that there were shouting back, because they accidentally calpestavamo the skirt of a lady or the shoe lacquer of some diplomat.
We arrived breathless and disheveled, the hem of his trousers was all dusty, the shoes were no longer visible as they were covered with earth.
In setting foot over the door, I saw a hand on him immerse ourselves, but only grabbed him and carried him off in a hurry.
I stood still a moment where I was, yet I was sure he would have grabbed me, between us was always me who was accused if something went wrong, and yet there I was free as air, I was not comfortable, so I decided to follow them and understand what had happened.
Just arrived in the courtyard behind the building, I saw the Superior, from the impression it was a religious orphanage, the cloaked figure from his usual black suit holding my friend by the neck and forced him to kneel.

"Kemen know that it's up to you to keep these kids clean!
How have you dared to go to school, without first changing them?
Look at this child. "

He said leaving the hold on him, to take a child of one or two years, the plump arm, lifted her dress, showing that under the diaper was so full of shit have to be colored brown.

"Lady Superior, I swear, I've changed the children before going out."

"Do not lie and commit perjury, the facts speak for themselves."

Declared the superior, from under the skirt dropped from his belt, a small rod in leather.
My eyes widened, that rod knew her well, I'm not happy to say it, but I had a relationship with her more frequently than with humans.
The prioress wasted no time in undressing him, well aware that the thin cotton of the shirt would not have softened the blows.
Ordered him to crouch on their knees, wrists and put between the legs, tighten your thighs so that the arms could not release easily, and made him lean a bit 'with the weight forward.
He sat beside him, watching him put his hands on his hips, as if to enjoy the anxiety she felt before her little boy, conscious of his consciousness he scoffed.
After a few minutes, where I hoped for some absurd chance had decided not to punish him, contenting himself publicly humiliated when he was subjecting him, raised his arm and made him fall on his back, with a speed that does not show the movement I realized that the whipping had started out using only sound that echoed in the warm and dry this afternoon.
"SNAP!"
I could not help, ran to them and I frapposi between the backbone and Kemen, I felt an intense blaze spread sull'obliquo right, the prioress was infuriated by this unexpected and unwelcome intrusion, and I asked the reason, still to hit.

"But Estefan well, what do we owe this inappropriate behavior compassionate Christian?"

"Kemen, is ..
AND 'INNOCENT! "

I cried spremendomi lungs spasm, to bring out the voice.
She was angry as if a dog had urinated on sandals, and increased the number of lashes in the same intensity, yelling like one possessed.

"You!
You are contradicting me!?!
Have you seen the slings from under that little girl, how can you deny the evidence? "

"I. ..
I .. I've seen ..
I have seen .. changed it .. but ... "

"And all that I did then?"

The conversation took place under the constant roar of caning.

"Do not you .. you .. come .. in mind ..
that .. the girl .. may have .. had .. an attack .. of dysentery ..? "

I said provocatively, a provocation carried out under his breath.

"YOU!
You're giving the superficial and stupid? "

He asked rhetorically, hitting the face with anger.
My cheek burned, burned, I felt like a straight line was drawn on the skin, as merciless to inflate.
A shiver of fear dominated me, that woman was losing control, has been the age it will be in the heat of the sun on the head, depended on what I had no idea, but I had some ominous thoughts about what might happen shortly thereafter.

"Enough! Prioress IS STILL! "

A man's voice roared over us, when I was sure that the superior had subsided, I looked up, and saw from the balcony of his office, leaned a man, tall and elegant.
That was the first time I saw my stepfather.

The punisher

noreply@myblog.it (spankman) — Mon, 23 Apr 2012 11:22:19 +0200

I remember perfectly, even though they told me that what I remember is the result of imagination, even though they told me that my brain is not as reliable as before.
Those days passed, I do not seem so far, it seems only yesterday that you called me queen.
It 'started it all at once, it was love at first sight, was a hit!
I was out of the hairdresser's with mad as hell, I was a brunette, I was proud of my long hair, blacks, and yet you were the unwitting architect of the damned inconvenience, it will be rained out, will that thundered and thundered, but still do not understand why entrasti to that store to do with panting.
Wham!
You have opened the door and exclaiming insults you set up outside the entrance, dripping like crazy, just when entrasti and tinkling bell rang indicating your presence; exploded thunderous lightning and thunder that followed him shortly echoes vibrated in the room, doing the dance showcase.
So it was that everyone present on site jumped, startled and interrupted in their constant inane chatter, the hairdresser did a lap or two of the first to recover himself, and this caused his error, tremendous fatal error.
Beside me was a lady, the lady who was largely classical entering the third age, but he did not head high, do you want to make use of a dye, and so mask the fact that starsi whitening, as I said turns and turns the hairdresser ended up applying to me the color of the lady, tell me how come you have not realized?
Why did you say?
I never go to the hairdresser, I go there every six months if all goes well, and each time change, I never go willingly, so I end up with estranged, and that was the result.
When she told me that he had finished settling her hair, and asked me to look to see if the work was fine, threw open the eyelids; hairdresser that I was smiling cheerfully while supporting a round mirror behind my head, for me to gaze at the masterpiece.
"PLATINUM!?"
"Certainly madam this is the color that we bought specifically of his ordination."
I turned to look possessed.
"You are probably joking, when I never had the intention of doing this thing?"
I exclaimed, pointing with the index in the hay that hung from my head.
"I am dark, you know? My hair even though blacks in india I envy them, how could you, you jumped to mind ..? "
Only at that moment the boy saw that the customer who had asked to be dyed, a lady was sixty-five, and that I was not sure, how could I be that I just completed my twenty years.
I still remember how paled in realizing his error, he had committed the horror on my beautiful hair, apologized in a thousand ways, he suggested solutions.
"Excuse me young lady.
Oh dear, I do not know how I could commit such an error.
Do not worry I will not pay. "
"Of course I will not pay, we would miss too."
"Po. Po. I tingerglieli black. "
"No thanks, my natural black can not be replaced by chemical dyes, and no one dare even think to put his hands on my hair."
"Excuse me, are really mortified.
I do not know how it could have happened.
When that guy came so suddenly, I got so scared that I have reversed her side by side with the lady. "
"It 's the least he is mortified, if not then I would be teased."
I was doing it to pieces with his eyes, my eyes were bloodshot, I must be terrible to see, I am not surprised that the hairdresser and started crying as soon as I saw him in that condition, I felt almost satisfied, so I moved my attention from him to him, the boy who was still standing there looking out the door, and uncaring about what was happening behind him, shook the water out of clothes.
That's apparent indifference to what had happened to me literally sent me into a beast, I stood up I picked up my things, or the jeans jacket and a bag, I walked towards him with a large and rapid strides, I escaped by a whisker.
While I was preparing to take up the bag he opened the door and went out into the street, encouraged by the first rays of sun that had stepped forward timidly among the clouds still hovered over the city.
Of course I rushed out after him, on the sidewalk I ran into a forest of umbrellas which open concealed my view, luckily enough I had framed the first I had in mind its general characteristics.
He was a tall person, presumably from the wiry, dark short hair, I had no idea what color they were because they were wet, his face did not know how it was, but his lemon yellow cape would betray him, I knew.
And I was right, after a couple of times I had looked frantically around, moving his head from right to left, I saw him as he approached the traffic light intersection who stood nearby, so I put the turbo and I joined him in great career, I would not have missed the most was stopped by orange traffic light.
Came behind him and took a deep breath before you make sure it was really him I threw a kick at the sound down, the lucky guy that I was not the type set with high heels, took only a flat sole.
I remember my disappointment, I expected that at least visibly faltering, but it was like kicking a tree did not budge an inch, I watched him from the bottom up, turned around slowly and then point commensurate with his eyes on Me.
His face was calm, it was not Western, thought he was Japanese, but then thought about it reminded me of a Chinese actor, had the same look quiet and direct, she lay on her face a smile.
"What do I need the contact of his feet with my back?"
I had the distinct feeling that he was taking advantage of his physical traits to flip the omelet, exploiting their kindness to put me in the wrong, maybe even bring myself to apologize, to realize this is not so absurd I can rekindled anger, exploded as if my words were a blaze of fire, whose sole purpose was incinerated.
"My foot has visited your butt, to vent anger and disappointment that I caused this."
I said, motioning with his index finger to look at my head.
He looked at me without changing expression.
"What I center with her hair?
I must admit that has questionable taste. "
"WHAT!?!?
Look it's your fault, how did you jumped to mind to get into that by a hair salon?
You scared to death that senile that he ended up exchanging my head with that of a sixty-five! "
He looked at me dumbfounded and then scoppiarmi to laugh in the face.
"Ah ah ah ah ..
This result, finds it my responsibility?
If I were you I'd be worried, for the exchange of age, because they add?
More or less I would say that they gave more than forty years, is worrying! "
I was furious, I was asking pardon and was even making fun of me.
"You!
You must ask mercy on his knees. "
I said, raising a hand ready to strike on that pretty face, quiet, never arrived at their destination that punch, I found the arm in the air, while with unusual kindness I held her by the wrist, I lost myself to think I wanted to be a mine as in the Windows game Minesweeper.
"I know you want to vent, and perhaps in a roundabout way is right in attributing responsibility for his hairstyle, and so do you follow me."
He turned without adding another word, dragged me always holding me by the wrist, I had to ask me where I was leading the stranger, but I was lost in my thoughts to wonder, how it was possible to haul a person holding it firmly with one hand, a hand that does not hurt and that he had a gentle touch, a gesture that had nothing nice.
We crossed paths on roads, we turned at various angles, we stopped at some traffic lights, I was also the idea that he was just confused when idling.
Eventually I was stopped in front of a dark wooden door, let my wrist recover the keys and open, then took me by the wrist and led me inside and then climb into an elevator that took us to the third floor corridor on the left I led her to another door, this time black, opened it and beckoned me to enter.
At that moment I realized that I was about to enter the house of a stranger.
I do not like this thing, it ends up that we remit the skin, when I wanted to be me to give him a pellaccia.>
"If you do not want to get in is free not to, but if I were you I would get.
Why I'm giving the possibility to make me pay, for the unusual color of her hair. "
Convinced me to fly, to 60% certainly lied, but I heard that he was speaking sincerely, because of that damned her smile.
As soon as I entered I was struck that house furnished, very clean and simple, were it not that he'd lived there 's to be a tenant of that house, big windows faced the street lighting up the vast interior, the lights were strategically placed to illuminate everything in a fair manner.
There were frightening dark corners of the room had couches blacks, for blacks exactly three sofas, among them was a low glass table completely clear, in that room there was a shadow of ornaments, I noticed more details the more I fell in love with this apartment.
He was standing at my side, not moving a muscle, to the point that I completely forgot about his presence, and I watched silently as we could tell he was clearly studying my every slightest reaction, and began an effort since I am not the guy who betrays the emotions in front of strangers, unless it is openly angry with them.
I remembered him only when the corner of my eye I saw his shadow that loomed in my hand, and that was not the shadow of a sharp-edged furniture that stood there motionless, I turned and I like the feeling living a scene from the film 3-Iron.
I left by the sensations and false deja vu look was enough to ensure that gave an answer to my unspoken question.
"Come this way"
He said with his usual quiet calm, moving plane headed for a door that was the right of the entrance, not shuffled over and laid his hand on the door flung open the door, there was a little 'aside to let me have a view on 'inside a bedroom that had every appearance of being the introductory cave to a hidden room.
While I was distracted watching, he walked to the bed nonchalantly past him to go to the cabinet that was just around the corner, it opened the doors and shelves made from one of a hat, placed it on the bedspread and said I was free to look inside.
In fact I looked at her without any hesitation, I put my bag and jacket on the bed, took off the lid and immediately noticed what was inside, and what it contained?
Contained:
-A stick of bamboo bent like a meter of wood - only later discovered that it was a dog.
A paddle-tennis pin for 80 years.
A 13-tails whip, made of hand-woven hemp laces, for each queue there were a number of nodes.
Needless to say snobbai the paddle tennis pin to focus on the dog and the whip.

"Where you bought it?"
"The dog I did make to order, while the whip I made with my hands.
It 'a whip virgin waiting for just one good reason to be baptized. "

"A whip virgin ..
Be baptized. "I repeated in my hand while grabbing the hypnotized fondled.

"Can I use it?"
"That 's why I gave permission to open the parcel."
He responded with calm voice, while carelessly untied the belt of his pants, a black leather belt with metal belt, and his gestures were so incredible natural, I was kidnapped, my heart was pounding like all'invero, as if scandisse advance the time.
The marvelous thing was his face, there was no malice, I could not be sure that I'd end up below.
His fingers undid the button and lowered the zipper, his dark blue jeans slid to the ground without any sound, was left with a long-sleeved white shirt and green shorts tight oil; passed the tips on the rough surface of the whip of hemp, was a new sensation so exciting boxers slid down her legs ending ankle.
He used alternately feet to grip the ground, crushing the clothes to get rid of it, then took a few steps and stood in front of me, to me that I found myself sitting on the bed with his face to the height of her sex.

"Now ..
Can you do me what you want. "

His sex in front of my nose, was relaxed, gave no sign of waking, I remembered a little dormouse, that although the spring had arrived she refused to leave the den.
In all he was doing, he could not find nothing inappropriate in it much less shameful, embarrassing or darn exciting, that person I was before?
How I felt?
He was waiting for someone like me I used those thirteen tails on him, but ..
I reason that I? What reason did I have? what right have I lifted my arm over him?
Nothing.
I felt that I have no reason, I came to think that the whip was certainly destined to someone who was not me.
Then I noticed the corner of a figure in the mirror, which was located inside two cabinet doors, that someone had platinum hair like an angel, and I suddenly realized that someone was not someone estranged, that was my template, that was my head, my that hair.
A surge in volcanic m'investi full, I was anything but an angel very quietly.
I was angry, I would pay for that and for another reason.
His sex exposed in front of me did not react, I was offended, not that I wanted to see his flag up, but at least a little uncertain reaction, I would accept that inturgidisse a minimum.
The nothing at all.
I got up shooting, I put my hand on the shoulder, I looked up and said, staring into his eyes.

"I'll do what you want."

I took his hand and walked briskly into the hall, I left him there, and peremptorily ordered him to move the sofa.
"Done."
He told me once he had finished to free up space around the glass table, I noticed that it was now possible to move freely around that table.

"Now crawl over the table salt.
So come down with his hands and part of the bust on one side.
The legs hold them securely in place, stay on his knees, and lift your hips. "

From where I was all that security, still do not know, maybe it was my nature to speak, a nature with which I had never faced up to that point.
He obeyed me without prevarication in the complaints, there was reluctance in his gestures, seemed to see that it was the most natural and sensible; blindly following my directions.
This was strange, in realizing it, I felt happy, and the more my heart was beating a short idea of what I would have done, I had no plans, yet already I was unclear what would happen.

"With each shot, ask my pardon."

"The Queen."

"When the shots become more frequent, I will not hear screams,
you can bite a hand if you make it more bearable. "

It was then that I raised my hand in the air holding the whip of hemp, and let them fall back on the clear, pale buttocks, I felt like I was the godmother of the launching of a ship, and actually a bit 'was so, as I discovered below.
The first shots were not anything that, in a sense I had to take measures, to understand how I was more comfortable with that instrument in his hand.
For every shot that gave him wondering what was the most appropriate angle of the wrist, I wondered how far back extending his arm, I associated it alternately to a fisherman who throws his line, or a catapult which had been severed the rope tension.
I felt like his voice muffled.

"Excuse me .. Reina
..
Excuse me .. Reina
..
Excuse me .. Reina "

"While I apologize, tell me who you are!"

"Yes!"

Decided to move to his side, and move the arm horizontally, it seemed most congenial began to increase the power of the lashes.

From the initial sound so "Snap!"
the cracking became more clear and dry. "SNAP!"

"Reina ..
..
Excuse me ..
My name is ..
..
Excuse me ..
..
Kaeru .. "

He spoke intermittently, pausing for breath, spacing out the answers with the apology.

"Kaeru, what does it mean?"

"Excuse me ..
..
Change ..
Change ..
.. "

"How old are you?"

The lashes increased in intensity.

"I ..
I'm 22
..
Excuse me .. "

I watched his head china, which jerked with each stroke, making little head between his shoulders, these hair were still wet, then shifted his eyes on her buttocks, and I could see that crimson stripes were proudly displayed, overlapping the 'each other in confusion.
Here and there one could see signs of the round, sharp, like a snowfall of mulberry granita; was really nice, well decorated her ass, those nodes were doing their job well and I appreciated it.
I was not an expert, and I estimated that for an accidental error would have been enough, even a dozen lashes, and I stopped.
Do not let him know right away that his punishment was over, I watched him in that position, while static trembled slightly, he had reason to tremble from cold, pain, and uncomfortable position.
His muscles were all tense, if you would change the pose was unfocused, and that would mean going against my will.
I remember that I laid hands on her skin to massage him, I did not feel the warmth of his body, the heat emanating from the affected parts; for me was so beautiful, a picture was icy, and I wanted immaginarmele fresh ones buttocks.
I started walking around the house, not tell anything, I expected it to remain stationary; I never liked to emphasize the obvious.
As I looked inside the doors that were in the room in search of food, began to converse with him.

"So you have 22 years.
You would have given it 20 like me.
You live here alone? "

"Yes."

"And what do you do?
How do you keep in this house?
Are you a Daddy's boy? "

"The house I'll pay ..
My family .. is out of my life ..
...
Working in the back office .. International marketing company .. "

"Really?
And what tasks svolgi? "

"Graphics ..
I take care of the layout ..
I follow .. the images ..
videos .. presentation .. "

"And earn enough to live here alone?"

"Is ..
the advantage ..
to work .. for a company .. foreign .. "

Between an exchange of repartee, and the other, I could finally find the kitchen.

"What do you like eating, you taste it?"

"I like ..
the hotness ..
ethnic foods .. "

"Really?
But it is fabulous, then maybe I'm lucky "

I said more to myself than to him
I entered a kitchen, I opened the refrigerator and got a lemon, a knife.
Then I started to peek in the various branches, while there continued to sustain him on his legs, his arms as if they were flying buttresses, buttresses, and the forearms and thighs.
I found several roots, and I was very attracted to, but I did not know what I would have held there, so I opted for something ready to use, I took the bottle of Tabasco who was there on a shelf, and what was at that time did for me.
I went back there all perky something made me happy.
I put the lemon on the glass shelf and cut in half, with the tip of the knife he infilzai the inside, the two sides, several times in order to break the cloves; without saying anything, without warning, leaned strongly and began to press , push the lemon on her lower back.
His reaction was interesting, in the beginning was misled by the cold juice, and relaxed, I believe it was a sponge soaked in water, but in the moment following stiffened suddenly, I felt a tremor really nice in the palm of hand rubbed more and more vigorously, with concentric movements over the entire surface of its swollen buttocks.
I began to see copious drops sliding down her skin marked, here and there s'intravvedevano acciaccati beans, harked back to my mind the memory of mosquitoes squashed a few steps from their last injection.
The signs of the skin is revived again in warm tones.
When the lemon was squeezed completely put my hands on her lower back, was so pleasant to the touch, smooth, cool, I felt relief from the various different areas, closed my eyes, it was like reading a story Braille on his body, was the telling touch and smell of his punishment.

Ready for spanking

noreply@myblog.it (spankman) — Fri, 20 Apr 2012 11:33:23 +0200

She was ready. Prepared for what was waiting, he cleared his dry throat and said: "Po ... do I stand?".
"You must stand up!" I replied.
He avoided looking at me while impugnavo the long rod core, resting upright in a corner. Martin turned to face the wall, arms at his sides, waiting. I went to support the rod upright against the wall, just inches from the sides of Martina, and she turned her head away, not wanting to see a moment more the instrument that would have inflicted pain.
Starting from the rim low, pulled up her skirt, arricciandola, Martina opened his hands to welcome quell'agglomerato of blue cloth. The panties were dark, wrap-around: lowered to expose the buttocks, and extensive polpute; pulled the downstairs, mid-thigh; accapponarsi saw the skin and not the cold, even if the whole body of Martina was stiff as a of ice.
"Will you" felt the; did not answer or, if he did, was a mental response. The knuckles of the fingers holding the skirt had turned white with the effort and nervous tension. I did some tests, to take aim, waving his wand in the air without even touching the skin of the buttocks. For every hiss of that piece of wood, the knee Martina had a slight decline. I took two steps back, everything was ready.
Shoulder, arm, wrist and rapid coordinated movements. The flesh leaped, bending under the baton. Martina gave a little shriek, and the band was already well on his buttocks detected, reddish. Martina contracted the muscles of the buttocks while awaiting the second, which arrived on time, a couple of inches below the first. However, this time pressed her lips to keep from screaming. The meat of the thighs and buttocks trembled, for physical reaction, a slight reddening of the two corrusche branched streaks on the skin relief.
I had to be lower, where the buttocks began the downward curve. This time, she lifted a foot had heard, strong and determined. A strip of cloth slipped from her hands, and caught it again immediately. I waited a moment that his breathing was deep, then I snapped. By chance, hit the stick where it had already struck: Martina ended her nose pressed against the wall. She sobbed, but she would not give me the satisfaction to hear her beg for mercy.
The fourth rap was less violent than the previous ones: its footprint was barely pink. But in the last two, and I wanted to put all my strength, which is remarkable.
Already the whistle of the stick that cut the air was terrifying to Martina: For a split second, went to contract the muscles, it was just the muffled echo of the whistle, who distinctly heard the crash on the skin, a snap, as if I own adoprando the belt instead of a piece of wood. A gasp, a sigh, perhaps, prorruppe from the throat of the girl.
I took another step back and I estimated by eye the distance that separated me from those buttocks were not uniform in tone and shade of color: the dark and streaks were observed, with a red halo around the rest of the skin of the rump still pale . With a last, desperate gesture Martina increasingly clung to her skirt with her hands raising it a couple of centimeters, while, unconsciously, he relaxed. It was the right time. The hot air whistle, the thud of the impact and "Ouch!" Martina followed one another in a split second.
I took one last look at that hot ass in some points, as the lava erupted from the crater was glowing veins and other darker, colder.
Martina singultava, as if he had the hiccups, but he was just crying. Rest the stick in his corner, good for another time.
Martina is slowly put it back panties and let go the hem of her skirt, which fell down. He turned, like a soldier who head back to the order of the commander; rigid and stiff, arms at your sides: he did not even dare to rub your ass in front of me, though I am her father.

A lesbian tale

noreply@myblog.it (spankman) — Mon, 16 Apr 2012 11:22:38 +0200

It was about 19:00 at night, my friend kaori was before me, was intent on pulling out of his backpack on the torch and other tools to search for ghosts, I was a little scared because it was the first time that I was going to explore one of the largest haunted houses.
My friend Kaori unlike me was all excited, I told her about Misaki, a maid who was murdered for having seduced the princess Yuka. Many called her witch because of her eyes a different. In fact, had accused those eyes so beautiful and so unique to cuasa dell'ammaliamento taken by Princess Yuka, so the evening of August 1st of summer a girl was killed in the garden of the house.
It is said that when she was killed by his spirit rests in that old house to wait for Yuka and protect it. But she does not know that the princess took his own life at the same time that the Executioner killed her, says that when misaki's neck was cut at the same time on the other side of the lake Chuzenji Yuka's neck was broken, and they esalarono the last breath in the same instant. After that day, many claim to have seen the ghost of misaki around the old house of the princess and that I was there and we were going enterprising Kaori.

It was 19:45 when we arrived at the house. Facing it was a sign that said:
Input prohibited attention
danger collapses

But inside there were no guards, also because now the value inside that house was gone niente.Ci looked around and saw nobody. Kaori took his knapsack and pulled pulled beyond the gate then started to climb, it was at that moment a policeman came out from behind the curve, as soon as we saw took the whistle and fischiarci and started running towards us, my heart was beating a thousand. I had barely time to say - no please-that I had already afferata, beyond Kaori started to run away but as soon as he saw me he stopped and was taken with a desperately sad face and came back to us.
The cop looked at us sternly - girls do what you wanted? - I already was starting to cry, but fortunately Kaori was calmer than me or better still masked his emotions - anything you wanted to steal. We're here for a theme in school about the paranormal - she stopped looking at him with her eyes blacks - will not want to tell me that he heard voices on the ghost that lives in this place? - He made a face annoyed - too well for this lady and I keep an eye on that, to avoid stupid teenagers hurt inside. Now follow me to carry you home - I sbiancai, my mother was very strict and I knew what would happen to me, then with a whisper - please if my parents are aware of this thing they will punish me severely - he looked more severe without changing expression - the first lady was thinking. Now follow me and not worsened the situation - we did go forward, even Kaori seemed resigned, but she did not have to worry about what I had to worry about me. But surely even if it risked the spankings I already knew that her mother would punish her making her stay home at least a week.
The journey seemed eternal, even if in reality the house of the princess and I were only 2 km, you first arrived at the home of Kaori. The policeman stood at the gate indicatogli from my friend and rang the bell, the mother of a woman Kaori still beautiful despite her 53 years, in fact I saw the policeman pleasantly surprised when she came to the door.
Un'attimo remained locked when he saw the cop, then approached and bowed worried and full of concern asked - what happened? - He cleared his voice - I found his daughter and her friend who tried to sneak in the ancient home of the Princess Yuka, said the theme was used for the paranormal must present to school, but if you need this and not some promise of two teenagers stupid I can not let you enter the property unsafe and abandoned - his mother began bowing to apologize to the cop - please excuse my daughter, I assure you that I will take care of her and will not happen again - he turned toward the daughter - in the run home and apologized to the officer force - Kaori turned to the officer - please excuse me will not happen again - he made several bows and went inside. Kaori's mother continued to talk a bit with the policeman then returned home with several bows whispering among themselves and if - what a shame-the reaction of his mother had given me even more scared.
It came to my house, on the way I had also thought of pointing out a different gate, but once the bell rang would find out anyway, in a low voice - this gentleman - I sat in front of him - I pray knew it was wrong not succedrà ever - he smiled - OK, but just this once, but if I find you again in front of that gate today to tell even his parents Miss - I started to respond with a big grin when my father came out murretto from behind, the officer did un'inchino - hello sir, what did my daughter - now the policeman seemed disappointed but the omelette was made.
Frowned sorry looking - I found trying to cross the gate of the ancient home of the Princess yuka, I stopped and taken from her. I'm sure she did it in good faith because I've seen that is a good girl and I'm sorry to have kept you worry sir - my father looked at me sternly - Sakura row house immediately and apologized to the officer - I un'inchino in tears and always more frightened ran into the house.
My father joined me shortly after, was furious, as I saw it I knew that I would have suffered a harsh punishment. He took me to an ear and led me in the room, did not say a word, I knew it was a bad sign. I arrived tugged toward the futon, I sat on it while he positioned himself in front of me - sakura did you thinking? What will the neighbors say that I have seen it back home by a policeman? Do you realize the shame? Scopriti immediately sit down and stand next to me immediately - in the meantime taken a chair, while I stand I took, I knew it would take only grumble or more to receive more.
30 seconds went by and I was ready, my hands covering my genitals exposed, an instinctive and stupid as soon as my father would have had on her knees and there is fine as I could see him punished severely. The heart was beating a thousand, guilt and fear mingled in my brain creandomi thousand thoughts per second, I knew I must resign myself to the blows, but as the seconds passed as I feared, my crying softly pointed to my father that I knew Shortly after that I suffered a hard lesson, and it's time. I stopped my breath, his hand on my wrist I thought the whole chain of a prisoner who was pulled, then pulled my body felt the contact of my knees with her legs together and I'm ready to fall against the belly His legs and nice ass exposed, exposed their buttocks to well poised to become beautiful red.
The spanking did not wait, Ciack Ciack Ciack immediately began to fall with a crash on my butt, he was furious, fast alternating sometimes a hit in the buttock or dwelt a little on one buttock and then the other. After a while I began to cry in a mixture of shame and pain, I always thought there are two main types of girls during a punishment, that proud that tries not to cry or scream, or the fearful who just wants that to end, but for both were confident that everything would be finished in the usual way: between shouts and tears.
The bare hand spanking was over after 5 minutes I can not say how many I took, but they were really a lot, my butt was already bloated and beautiful red with blood under the skin already visible, probably some broken capillary.
At that point I never knew whether to be sad because the manual part of the spanking was finitae touched the instrument chosen by my father, or be a little happy to have finished the first part of punizione.L 'only thing I had in mind in those moments in addition to what was to touch my ass to soothe the burning, but I was not allowed. I waited until my father told me - get up and go to the brush predermi Mom - I got up and ran to the bathroom, I took advantage of the instant of time when I saw your ass and try to touch me in some way sooth and stop the pulse and the burning of my poor ass, but I had much luck remained unchanged throughout.
Once in front of my father with the brush to ask him how it was almost an object sacred. I do not know why but every time I did so. He took her in a rude and made me bend ankles hands, put his hand on my back and stack stack, immediately began to cry, did very badly, I felt burning all the affected part in an incredible way, alternated spanking over the entire surface my poor ass up to the top of the thighs, ended after only 4 minutes, had labored to beat me in what had been stringent.
Positioned the brush on the cabinet and pulled me in front of it, followed him with an incredible pain and sobbing, came in front of the instrument I pressed him on the back letting me know that I had to kneel down, then took my hands and me brought over my head, once positioned as he wanted he left without saying anything. I knew that I could not move until his return. See the brush in front of me made me feel still the pain of the spanking. My father came back after half an hour and I had to redial.

The same evening I called Kaori, was very upset and worried, because she knew how I was being punished - sorry it's all my fault I should not insist you come with me know how your father can be severe - I looked at my ass yet discovered through the dark bluish red circles formed by the brush used by my father and sigh - no. Things are not you forced into two - his voice was low for almost afraid of the answer - have you punished? - I turned my eyes to the side and then with an annoyed sigh - you hit me with the brush and to bed without dinner, I just hope my mother's face as usual and bring me something to eat I have a fameee, then I sit in the flames - I heard a long sigh - but then you're not angry with me right? - smiles that silly concern of my friend - not quite seriously. To you gave rather than punishment? - After she welcomed my first response sobered and concerned - 2 days with no exit and no internet, telephones, television or other just stupid study and housework - snorted - then you will only see in two days, I miss you - she smiled bitterly - to me -

Misaki

I do not know how long I'm here to observe your water lake, a long time does not live here anymore and she has not returned. That the strength of our promise has not been as strong as you thought? - I shook my head turned to my reflection in the lake - no I'm sure you'll come back to me I just have to wait. I do not know how much time has passed. Months, years, I have no idea but she will return. The landscape has changed a lot, maybe now she will look, sure to be beautiful, as always, although mature - I looked down sadly, almost as if the words I was saying I had torn my heart stop now, I still felt like the time around to me.
As a tear fell in the lake continued in a sad voice - will certainly have a husband and a son or a daughter, I would like to see them, I get through the pain and I'll be happy for her, if she gave my name to the child Hello, I want them happy, I know that na has been forbidden even to pronounce the name - as I was thinking of a flower fell on the water distracting me from my thoughts. My eyes turned towards the gate, I noticed two girls dressed in strange and not well adapted. The legs and arms were discovered as part of their belly, I was almost caught by preccupazione to be dressed in the same way, but my kimono was still beautiful as the day I was thinking that finally morte.Sorrisi was an advantage that the day of my death I had dressed in my best kimono and made up and coiffed well as had happened a few times. I remember that I had done for her, I did not want to see me sad and dressed in an ill suited, but I wanted to see me one last time in the prime of my beauty. It was a stupid thing and I was often scolded for that choice to leave but I wanted one last picture of me nice and pure in the eyes of Yuka.

My eye was caught by them again when I saw a strange man dressed also run to the girls, I had seen a lot lately and I realized that the soldiers had changed his uniform, but carried them off while the girl with long hair turned to me, but I recognized it was un'attimo. She was Yuka. I ran toward the gate but she did not see me, I tried to quit but the oath stipolato between my soul and that of Princess yuka was there we met in this place. So I slammed on the reef, I began to scream with all my strength, but nothing, I had had it before me and had me taken away, and I braced my feet again, I knew that the Princess Yuka sarrebbe been so 'strong and decisive to return to me, even at the cost of fighting with the army.
I went back to the tree gave up when after a few minutes that I was back, it occurred to me that yuka was younger than when we were separated, but how could she? Moving on I got nervously up and down like a lion in a cage, I thought about what could have happened, or maybe it was just my mistake and was nothing but a simple girl. No! Yuka was the princess I was sure.
She was there out of that gate, but not only was younger then, but was dressed in a manner not suitable for a princess. I remember that I had spent hours together to teach you how to deliver a beautiful princess and respected her as she puffs and ignoring his complaints.
Although very often complained of his position and everything that had ever meant as a display of contrasting actions to his figure. I knotted my stomach when I remembered the only time it had been when he had found his mother to kiss under the cherry tree.
While thinking about this I realized that I had unconsciously stopped behind it. I touched it as if there were still some traces of her and her memory. For us this tree was both the beginning and the end of everything, closed his eyes and smiles at the thought of the first age of 8 when I was gathering the flowers, my mother told me not to move, that we were born and lived to serve the Princess Yuka and not to lose ourselves in silly frivolity and collect the flowers was just one of the frivolities that we could not afford.
I was picking a flower and I did not notice its presence until her from behind me asked me softly - hello what's your name? - I had turned suddenly, I remember the astonishment and dismay felt when I saw her, I left everything and kneeling before him - Excuse Princess yuka. I humbly ask pardon I will punish us now return to work - she bent down and put his hand under my chin, looked frightened, tried not to look at his eyes but his grip me imposed. I saw her smile - wow you're beautiful, your eyes are amazing, you're a fairy? - I looked down - no princess are born with this abnormality are imperfect - knowing that my mother had always protected me from his sight because of my carratteristica with fear - if I did not think himself worthy princess to serve me the gift of my life - she smiled at me - how can you think that a girl so beautiful and special it is worthy to be my servant? - He paused. All his expressions were perfect, was as beautiful as a star and delicate as a butterfly, it seemed the reincarnation of a god - you're right you're not worthy of being a mere servant from this day forward you will be my personal servant so your eyes a Dark as night and a clear sky in the morning light and know how to guide me in the dark without losing myself in it - I looked at her with admiration, she was the first person that was not my mother that I had appreciated after seeing the My eyes began to cry - I am misaki yuka princess, I will be happy to serve it as a personal servant - she smiled - play along with her sister - after that sentence was the only one to talk as if it were a normal girl of her age.

Kaori
I hung up the phone that day that really had to be so exciting was badly finished, now what's more I felt guilty about Sakura who was punished by his father because of me.
I looked in the mirror I was all sbaruffata, took the brush and began to comb my hair, my mother was out with taro, the guilt made me fly to the punishment of Sakura's thoughts, I leaned a hand resting on the glass and tried to hit me with the Brush up on your ass, it was a strange feeling, I felt even more strongly, put my hand to sit down - AIU that bad - I tappai flying mouth for fear that my mother had returned, but nothing. I pulled down his pants and underwear, I bent down and thinking "I will punish for this so I will know my guilt forgive me" I started hitting me.
I started to hit me hard, I felt burning every shot, but also a strange warmth began to pervadermi I continued. The first few minutes I managed to stay steady, but after a while 'I could not dimenarmi not under my own shots, I saw my face take on different expressions of pain, but I continued. It was only after ten minutes that I finished hitting, crying, and my ass was beautiful red, sore and satisfied I put down the brush.
I finished in time, because as I ended up passing me on the behind the water freezes my mother went into the house. I greeted her. Standing before her with her bottom red and sore gave me a feeling of fear and excitement, act so secret and intimate feelings cos I was giving 'as strong as I had never tried until I tried to appear normal allora.Mentre thought to myself "But oh my God what have I done? What I have in my head cabbage "in the end I left.
Just arrived in the room ran to look at me. The seating was nice as always only now it was crossed by ovals of different colors ranging from dark red to the sides of the impression and the center to light red. That vision excited me even more, I tried unsuccessfully to stop myself because my hands ran to my sex, I passed the pubic hair, labia arrived I found her already excited, pressing my breasts began to stroke it gently. I continued to touch me, my head was spinning as it had never happened, by gentle caresses grew faster than frenetic, breathing had changed my body had reacted to that feeling without hesitation, so I ritorvai to orgasm more beauty of my adolescence.
I looked at my dirty fingers of my moods, and let fall his hand while he finished beating the ceiling and turn so satisfied I fell asleep.
I woke up still naked on the futon, luckily my mother was not entered in the room
notte.Pensai again in the evening before and shaking his head at the memory of those emotions that are so strange and new, I went to take a shower.

Sakura

It was two days, so my friend was free again. I changed and ran straight to her. I found out when he saw me he hugged me passionately, his mother looked at us - come inside and have prepared your bento - I smiled at Kaori - is strict, but you want your mother a world of good - I said, starting to run - and then makes the delicious bento - his mother greeted me with a Carezza on the head, now ten years after I entered and I came out of his house treated me as if I had a second daughter, Kaori was treated as another in my house. Handing me the bento - I do not recommend cacciatevi in trouble right? Take care of my daughter - smiles - some lady - I went back to Kaori who was making his comic facets, he took my hand and dragged me away.
Along the way he grumbled perhaps more to prevent me from noticing that where we were going to complain about really. In fact I found myself again fornte at that gate, but I never thought to see what I was facing.
A girl with long hair blacks was stroking a flower on the shore of the lake, the wind blew her hair behind her and they mingled with cherry blossoms, just a second glance I noticed that the petals across it, his skin was white and his face was full of melancholy, a melancholy so 'great that made me feel a pain in the chest and a lump in my throat as I tried with it. It was then that she turned and our eyes met, at the same time I had a vision.
That morning I did not want to do the lesson of tea, I ran off and running in the garden, as I walked I found myself in front of a girl who looked at the flowers, seemed to speak with them by the delicacy with which she touched them. Picked them up gently and pinned them to his side, I went to her pushed by something outside myself, I was hypnotized. The vision stopped and began to un'imperatore fornte with me, I was kneeling before him and determined voice - his father would take misaki serve as my personal servant, father, please give me permission to make this - face essay Emperor became thoughtful, conferred with his advisor then looked at me.
I looked down to her not to cross a few seconds that passed seemed like days and then replied - daughter, you were always right in your choices and have repeatedly demonstrated to be wise, then I'll let you do Misaki your personal servant. From now on you will live and continue throughout the rest of your life until you deciderrai the opposite - my face lit up, I do not know how many times I thanked the Emperor and courses from Misaki.
She was out, because until then it was forbidden to enter the rooms of the emperor, as he saw me he knelt down, looked at her - now sarrai my personal servant. Starremo together every second of our lives, please take care of me - she looked at me incredulously and esterefatta, began to cry - because I'll be honored to serve yuka princess for the rest of my life as his personal servant - the vision is blocked.
I started to run away scared, not knowing that she who had just seen for the second time I have changed my life forever.

Misaki
I was thinking back to two days ago. I thought about all the times since then I went to the edge of my fence to see if tornava.Mentre tried to touch the beauty of that flower I felt his presence, I turned and saw her, he was again dressed inappropriately, I go meet her when I saw her run away, I rushed to the gate screaming his name, turned to me, but he continued to flee. I did not understand why it did, in those years I was prepared for the possible reactions, but he fled not. To me, that gesture was like a stab to the heart. I stopped at the gate crashing, I saw it over her friend, but I managed to make myself visible to her to ask who he was and why the Princess Yuka runs away from me that she ran away. I do not know how much time passed before he could stop crying and go back like a shell now empty tree. I leaned it out of energy, fixed watched the sky, a thousand questions I balebavano in mind: why? What had I done? She was angry with me? He did not want me to see that girl? At that thought, my stomach twisted, and if it was really his new girlfriend? If she ran away from me because he did not know that I was still here for her and she was afraid of my reaction? No it is not possible, my Yuka was frail but would never, ever been afraid of me. The only answer that came to mind and that he had been afraid of my ghost and seeing that ... the thought froze, not daring to go further, now the only thing certain was that there sarrebbe back to me. I'd never see again my beloved.
Just as I was thinking about this from the center of the lake materialized ayane the goddess of the lake. He came up to me and brought his hands to my face - what are these tears?-Looked - like what are they? Do not ever see her again - I lowered my voice and face - no more - she looked at me gently - if you say that you do not believe in the love that you have joined - I looked up and with a beautiful smile - believe in yourself will come back, but does not know who you are because it is a reincarnation of his soul. Follow what your heart tells you and you will find again the heart of your old Yuka - looked - what does it say its reincarnation? Is she dead? When? Why? - I stopped putting a finger on his nose and said - she will explain everything when back-heartened by his words looked like a child looks at his mother when the calm after a fall - really come back to me? - She nodded and since that time that could be manifested in the present form was finished he went back and turning slowly in water - is because your love is pure. Just the purity of the lead again from you-I turned back toward the gate, but she was not there obviously, but a new air of hope had appeared to it. I smiled and then went back under the tree to which I linked.
After I backed the cortex a new vision took hold of me, I saw the first time I walked into his chambers.
We were hardly out of the room of the emperor. She was all excited when I was still incredulous, I did not know if it was reality or a dream of mine, I eagerly embraced, I rejected it gently back - I can not touch my princess, I'm not worthy know-she smiled, no I know already that age if he felt a love for me even though I do not think given the young age, but now reviewing its expression now saw something more than just a smile - Misaki then I now command you to touch me every time you want, do not ever bow down to me in public except when you must. I order you to sleep with me and with me to wash and bathe daily. The morning will choose the clothes for me, I'll dress you will look and my hair and I'll do the same to you - if he called one of the servants - Asagi immediately ask the artisan to create for me a thread of gold and emeralds, must be two meters long and have two rings to attach to little fingers, then I want to have the edicts to write a paper for my will - he bowed and vanished quickly.
He continued to beautiful walks towards the room, looked at from behind, his step was firm and secure fit for a princess, I reflected on things I had said - but what does it say that the Princess will do the same to me? - She turned, looking straight in the eye - that sarremo soul mates from now on, I want you to be the only person until I become not a wife of whom I shall have to deal with sweetness - paused a moment - I want you to treat me as a sister as a princess, if I hear back princess in your mouth chiedrò to my servant to give you 30 caning as a punishment, but I'll give you another 30 if dirrai unintentionally - for the first time I stared at his eyes - my princess is good from now you'll be mine sister Yuka well but inside I'll always be my sister princess and future empress - she threw herself on me - thank Misaki - ahead of me got up and said in a frail voice - you know sometimes be princesses is really heavy, you never know if who's in front of you to appreciate who you are or what but stopped six - sorry if I give you this burden sister. I know it's a selfish request and I know you hate me for this but .. - went to the window. Looking past the tears in his eyes and saw what you had to be lonely until then and it was then that I swore to myself that I would have never felt like this, I even pretended not to see his tears as he uttered the phrase - I for the first time a person who can judge me as a person and not as a princess, knows how to laugh at me because he wants to and not because it forced you to touch my face and tell me what to do or not do, a person who makes me feel alive beside to her and not a doll too good to be touched, tell me, if I deserve lodami insult me and when necessary, sgridami, incitami, Beat me, caress me, touch me! - The depth of those words entered my soul, I approached her and hugged her - though I will not cry no more - then I told you not know that she would never cry to honor the promise and what should suffer the last moments of my life without being able to vent.

Kaori

Ran after her, I did not understand why she ran away so frightened, not see her again after two corners, so I walked quietly so I knew where to find it.
I walked in the park and walked to the game where she loved to go when he was sad or just wanted estranged from everything. I crouched down and went into the belly of the bear plastic smiles all battered and looking - I think not raised this way just because you whenever we're inside. it is curious how this game except you dodge all - looked up and smiled - you know she's beautiful, the poor grufy always feels lonely without me - We laughed together.
I unwrapped the lunch and handed her part - hold or otherwise will be wasted - stretched his hands, I saw immediately that he wanted to talk about the incident so as I always did not ask anything waiting for her to start if you ever wanted to do.
I posizionai next to her, I tried to touch her because he never wanted to be touched too, had always been his fixed un'abbraccio was fine and even a quick kiss but soon stepped back, did not do it on purpose it was almost a thing instinctively knowing that none of his friends including you and I remained bad - I guess we have to leave that house predere hehe - she nodded, then squadrandomi arabbiata to see if I was - I'm sorry but I saw a shadow far and I was afraid - had lied because I knew his pure heart kept her from looking into your eyes as she did, I pretended to nothing and I just give her a Carezza, at that moment I felt so weak that I approached her, turned her head to kiss her but I could not even to mention the gesture that there was a breath where I thought I heard a voice shouting desperate not, this thing stopped me, awaking from that moment became red, hoping she had not acorta nothing and went back into place and asked what had been the voice that I had just heard.
We finished lunch for my luck probably did not understand my intentions, that instinctive gesture made me realize what I have for nearly two months I knew that I loved, at first I had felt sick, but also with various Internet searches I read that it is normal for a girl my age do not yet know fully his sexuality, this thing often leads it to have a period of bisexual sexuality. Then, however, during growth at both mental and physical you can find our way. But while I was thinking all this hair on my face ended up in the wake of a wave, I remembered the cry so desperate to break my heart to hear him. I looked round instinctively, but apart from us and a few children there was none.

The family

noreply@myblog.it (spankman) — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 14:45:15 +0200

He hated having a bath, especially as it was to make her Aunt Lisa. This was attempted, first, to protest, to tell her that he was ashamed, he was a young man now, the only thing he got was to receive six sound spanking, strong enough for him to fill his eyes with tears. And so, he had to bow their heads.
In other ways, Aunt Lisa was so good, but on occasion proved too much, so tough. And he was ashamed to tell his classmates that his aunt was still bathing and spanking yet: we know that the figure would have done! Already suffered so much because it made fun of that name by the late lamented female that her father had given him, let alone if they knew what was going on between the four walls!
Silla, oh yes!, This is a ridiculous name that was forced to take him, he was almost 18 years and last year of high school. From 4 years the Spanish had taken away his parents, one week apart from each other, and he was due to go live with Aunt Lisa, the mother's sister.
Aunt Lisa, of years, was 39 and was an attractive woman, forms abundant and very nice as well. To outsiders, not for his nephew, especially when he was bathing. And there was a whole ritual to be followed. Otherwise, they were spanking bare buttocks of the poor Silla, because the aunt transigeva. How not transigeva on another thing, that, said Don Gelmino the pastor, they became blind to it.
Sulla had their own room, of course, just have not had the door. The aunt had replaced it with a tent, a tent that put the anguish of the boy, it was of a color so dark as to appear black, and was always raised by a party: a cordon kept her anchored to the jamb and folded. Practically, the bed of Silla saw from the hallway.
The aunt would have to sleep, hey!, Two in the afternoon and it was so hot that it was the sun of the Low, when it hits, it is deadly. But Sulla could not sleep ... he was thinking about the Cesira, the girl of the store. He had two big tits like melons, yellow, two huge hips, and ass ... an ass that looked like a mountain of cream .... To feel more comfortable, Sulla had raised both his trousers and underpants ... and if I was blissfully smaneggiando and willingly, with eyes closed. It was almost at the final overwhelming, that
"Silla, wretch, what are you doing?" Aunt had appeared at the door. A Silla took a kind of coup: madonnamia! I saw it, what a shame! Aunt Lisa blacks kept her long hair loose over her shoulders, and was wearing only a slip, that reached below the knees. Bare shoulders, hair disheveled, his eyes staring made her look like a Gorgon. "Turn around! Stomach! Now .... "In three steps was at the bedside. Silla struggled to obey, because he realized that his aunt had her naked breasts, under the fabric of the petticoat: and they were a pretty sight! Beautiful and exciting.
Lisa grabbed his nephew's shoulder and pushed to overturn the body upside down, Sulla found himself with his face on the pillow soaked with sweat, his cock rubbing against the sheet. They began to rain spanking, dates open hand, started from the very top. Silla clenched his fists ass ached, but he did more harm the bird.
Until Lisa did not cease to spank him: perhaps she had realized that it was becoming too red!
"Do not do this again, okay?" And sound down pat last more than marciatrionfale Verdi. After that Aunt Lisa was gone, Silla thought how he could hide the wet spot that was open on the sheet.
His doubt was dissolved soon. Aunt Lisa called him into the kitchen, ordered him to bring the kettles full of water on the fire and go get the tub. He protested weakly that it was too hot to swim: he at least waited until sunset. "Shut up, you dirty! You are foul: you have to wash "and also came a slap behind the head. The steaming water into the tub, Silla was afraid of burning to enter. He hesitated. The solved all her aunt, as usual. The T-shirt off his head and immediately after, the shorts down to his underwear collection. Covering sex with one hand, the boy dipped his toe in the water: gosh it was hot! Each of his hesitation was dissolved in a moment: With a thrust, his aunt sent him to slam into the tub. Silla screamed in pain as the water was hot. Nothing to do! Lisa was pressing on my head to force him to stay submerged, at least in the basin, combined with burning buttocks of a moment before, the water did not make the time enjoyable.
Gradually, your body is accustomed: the burning became warm heat. With stiff brush, Aunt Lisa very carefully brushed the head of Sulla, and then passed it to him on the chest and shoulders. Finally, He sent down to the coccyx, and turned the front. But to do this, he had to kneel and aunt, the neckline of the vest, the boy saw the big white breasts bobbing, favoring the movement of the woman's arm. With physiological consequences can be easily imagined. But Lisa did not notice or pretended not to notice. But until then dropped the brush and rubbed her crotch and very well sinanche the auction, even if the skin of his nephew had a hand horse. When she stood, Sulla was red as a lobster.
Like every time, Aunt Lisa wanted to dry himself. The rough hemp towel lingered on the lower abdomen, even shook even the attributes, levandogli a brief sigh, passed under the horse, and a finger, covered by cloth already wet, grazed the hole. Silla sighed again. The aunt raised her eyes, looking questioningly. "Vai to dry yourself well in the sun!" "But Auntie, I'm naked as a worm!" "And who do you want to see you at this hour and on the roof? Row or take them there .... ". Lying on the old mattress that served as a deck chair on the little balcony, making it almost seem like the beach of Rimini, Sulla could not take off her tits from the mind of Aunt Lisa, white, big and soft.
But he did not dare touch for fear that she might see it: with a superhuman effort, he crossed his hands behind his head.
They had spent two and half years since then, and, in later times of autoeroticism, Silla had avoided being seen by Aunt Lisa.

Lacked one hundred days before it. And, would come after her birthday: she finally turned 18 and could have gone to the house of Mrs. Lina comfortable down in the city. The two classmates, perarltro repeating, that there had been, they spoke of enthusiasts. Between one hundred and twenty days, Silla was finally able to fuck!
Though it was Sunday, he was studying, the book open on the kitchen table. Strange that the aunt did not affannasse still at the stove preparing dinner. A groan alerted Silla. He got up and went to see. The access door was wide open, and inside was my aunt. Folded in two, as if he was throwing up. "Aunt, aunt! What's up? "Cried Silla scared. Lisa's back straightened up suddenly, but could not prevent his nephew was next concerned. And that damn dress that would not get too close, and those who did not want his underwear up the calves, and that they could not take off from there. The face of Aunt Lisa became the coals, because Silla was looking down from top to bottom. The eyes of almost eighteen saw, in the order, the right nipple escaped from the neckline, a white belly, the black hair barely covered by the hand, white and shapely thighs. Silla smirked, Aunt sketched a face. "Go away!" She shouted. "No, Aunt. Once for a "fearless and he stood motionless, while she was on fire down. Zia shrugged, got up her pants, straightened his breast and said, simply, "You're right: once for a".
Lisa took his camiciona, plunged into the vat, stirred the water with his hand and only then called Silla. Insaponarle told him to his back, soapy water, could be glimpsed the curvaceous breasts, from which the nephew tried, wherever possible, to avert his eyes, not always succeeding, as he was, despite himself, to fix the bush black crotch. However, Lisa wiped alone, after removal of the grandchild.
"Dammele, as I have given to you! I committed the same mistake your eye for an eye ... "said the aunt. Silla, excited as he was, did not understand much, indeed did not understand anything of those words. But she shook her male sex quite seeing the bare buttocks of her aunt, who had raised the smock-scented cleaner. "Well, what are you waiting? Take spanked. " In that order imperious Silla could not disobey: it was actually two sculacciatine, ine ine ... Aunt Lisa lay on the bed, spread her naked thighs and invited the grandson "Leccala, leccala like a vanilla ice cream, the kind that will melt right away ... ". Yeah, but he looked just like the taste of vanilla: it was a different flavor. Then he licked his aunt's tits, bare, uninhibited, hot. In the end, Lisa was the same to take his dick straight as a beam and guide dento that cave that she had between her thighs.
Since then, Silla no longer felt the desire to go by Mrs. Lina
Five years later, Sulla married Marjory, daughter of the pharmacist. Aunt Lisa cried so much during the ceremony.