Chapter 3
I sit here and wait for Stan to connect with messenger. The wait is
unbearable almost. I want to tell him about my day, I knew I would spank myself
tonight. I want to give him a cause to spank me in his mind. I felt this would
be better for both of us. I sit here and wait, and wait, and wait.
It is getting late, almost 11 pm. Last night we were on till 3 am. But
last night the spanking I gave to myself was over and done with, before we could
chat. Tonight will be different, I have a microphone that works and he can talk
me through it. He can lead me down that path of discovery without actual sex
involved. It will be his voice to guide my hand, it will be his mind connected
with mine, and in the end it will be his marks that are put on my bottom by my
hand.
Finally he comes on line. The wait is over and now we can begin.
"Hello Stan"
"Hello Angel"
"I have been naughty today, I really need a spanking."
"Tell me about it."
"You know that I told you that I was going to go buy a new microphone today,
right?"
"Yes, go on."
"Well, I woke up this morning feeling a little down. So to cheer myself up I
decided I would go shopping at the mall on the outskirts of town. As I started
to get dressed, I stopped and decided to dress a little sexy today. I took off
the broomstick skirt I had on and the blouse that went with it. I pulled off my
panties and went in the bathroom and waxed my pussy. It was very red
afterwards, it was also a little wet. I decided on wearing my blue stockings
with the lace tops, these go with a blouse that I bought the other week,
wonderfully well. I fastened a black garter on and then fastened the stockings.
I left the panties off, I was thinking of you."
"Go on, what else did you wear?"
"You know how tall I am, and I am really self-consciences about this, so I put
on my three inch winter white shoes and the winter white skirt that goes with
them. I left off the matching jacket because it is a little warm today. I
chose these colors thinking of you. How do you think I look?"
"You sound stunning. Continue your day. What did you do with your hair?"
"I left my hair down. I wanted to draw a little attraction at the mall, with it
swaying against my hips. I don't usually wear make-up. But today was special,
so I outlined my full lips to make them a little fuller, and then painted them
with cherry red lipstick. (The color I wanted my bottom to match.)"
"Cherry Red?"
"Yes, it is almost a purple, but leans to bright red underneath as the color
comes off. Well any way, I started to drive towards the mall, on the outside of
town. My skirt was a little high on my thighs, the lace and the garter straps
showed a little. At one point on the freeway I was passing a big truck, I was
in the far left lane and he kept speeding up. So I slowed down and put on my
turn signal to get back over, do you know what he did?"
"He slowed down to keep watching you, right?"
"Yes, he wouldn't let me over. So I missed my exit and now was heading out of
town. When I was out on that highway, I decided to be daring and to really give
him a show. I pulled my skirt up higher and I scooted down in the seat. I put
my cruise control on and placed my left foot up on the dash. I showed him a
nice bald beaver, one that he would not forget."
"Is that all you did?"
"No, I am a naughty girl. I did more."
"Then finish."
"With my skirt bunched up around my waist, I started rubbing my thighs. Then I
started rubbing my pussy. I almost closed my eyes; I was really getting into
someone watching me masturbate. I unbuttoned my blouse and put my hand up
inside of my bra and gave my nipple a quick tweak. That is all it took, for my
hand to slam back on my clit and rub furiously. Round and round my fingers
went, I wanted something else, but it wasn't there. I rubbed my clit until I
had a small orgasm, then I slammed on the brakes and the truck flew by me."
"Did you go home then?"
"No, I turned around at the next exit and went to the mall. I looked like
someone that had a fast fuck in the parking lot. My skirt showed rings of
wrinkles. I left my blouse undone to the bra opening, that way my tits showed
as I moved. I have been naughty and I need a spanking."
"Yes, Angel you have been naughty and you need a spanking for teasing a man that
works hard for a living. A man that could only dream of having a girl like you,
are you ready now for that spanking?"
"Yes, Stan I think I am ready, take me there."
"Do you have your hairbrush beside you, are you in your blue baby doll nightie
with the matching bikini bottoms, are the doors locked so no one may interfere?"
"Yes Stan. I have my hairbrush beside me; I have the baby blue baby doll
nightie on with the matching panties. Everything is secure around me. You are
here to guide me. Talk to me and take me there. Show me the colors; show me
how to find that release that I crave."
"Turn the lights off, are you in darkness?... Empty your mind of all matters
except for my voice. Focus on my voice and I will take you to your adventure.
Close your eyes, can you see me?... Caress your thighs, run your hands up to
your breast. Close your hands on your breast and make your nipples hard...Are
your nipples hard?"
"Oh yes, Stan. They are hard and pointy."
"Grab them with your thumb and index finger. Pull them out away from you...now
release them and do the same... Now grab them and squeeze as hard as you can
stand... Now squeeze just a little harder and don't let them go."
"Yes Stan. Oh it hurts."
"Keep squeezing them and lean back in your chair... Put your feet up on the
corners of your desk...keep squeezing your nipples don't let go. Are your legs
opened wide?...Picture me standing there in front of you with your legs opened
wide...Can you see me?...Let your nipples go."
"Oh my god, they sting."
"Shhh don't talk, just feel and obey. Put your hands behind your neck with your
elbows out...Push your elbows back...more. Can you see me looking at your
nipples?...Can you feel me caress you with my eyes?...Am I making you
nervous?...The tension is building, building, the weight of your arms is
great...You keep this position to please me. I stare at all of your charms.
You start to blush, you haven't blushed like this in many a year. You want me
to talk to you, and tell you pretty compliments, but I won't. You know that you
are already a beautiful woman. You do not need for me to submit to your
pleasures; you need me to take control."
"Mmmm"
"Yes, I know it is tiring. So bring your arms down and place your hands on your
knees. Can you still see me there with you?...I am standing between your
thighs. I am leaning against the desk watching you. I have a hold of your
ankles now, you cannot move them. You can only use your hands...Do not try to
move your feet...You will keep them there and not resist me because you know it
will please me...Entice me now, show me what your hands can do for you...Tell me
what you are doing as you do it...If I say stop, you must stop
immediately...Understand?"
"Yes, Stan. I am slowly pulling my hands up my inner thighs. I squeeze them as
I go, it feels very nice. I am almost at the top of my thighs, now I am there.
I run my thumbs down under the bands of my panties' legs and squeeze my thighs
with my palms and fingers. It is starting to feel even nicer. I run my hands
back up my thighs, I want to pull them to my chest, but I won't because you are
there. My right hand slides back up the side of my thigh, across my stomach,
and now I am grabbing my nipple. My left hand still lingers on my thighs.
Stan, I am getting so hot now. I want to rub my clit."
"Angel stop, did you stop?"
"Yes."
"Stand up and pull your panties off...Now sit down and put your feet back on the
desk's corners...Now get me your hairbrush...Do you have it?...Take it and slap
your hand with it...Can you feel the sting?"
"Yes."
"Now I want you to slap your inner thighs with the hairbrush...Ten times on each
thigh...I want to hear each smack...I will count for
you...1smack2smack3smack4...I didn't hear that. Do it again
4smack5smack6smack...7smack...8smack...9smack...10smack. Very good Angel...You
are doing wonderful...Now let's move on to the other side shall we.
1smack2smack3smack4smack5smack6smack7smack8smack...9smack...10smack...Now how
does that feel? It took away that tension of wanting to rub yourself, but that
is now what I want you to do. I want you to place your hands on your breast,
now I want you to grab your nipples...Roll your nipples between your thumb and
index finger. Do not squeeze just arouse...Now take your right hand and place
it on your clit...You can rub it now. Leave your left hand playing with your
nipples...Tell me how it feels, how your legs feel, and how you feel."
"My legs are hot and stinging, but the tension in my pussy is greater. My
nipples are even hot. My body is starting to put off heat everywhere. Under
the hair on my neck, my chest, my legs and most especially my pussy. I am
getting close now...I am about to cum...yes..."
"Stop Angel, STOP"
"Stan, I was so close."
"I know Angel, but now is not the right time. We have to build you up before
the fire can take over and give you your pretty colors and release."
"Ok Stan, I need to cool down then. I am close. Like I told you, it doesn't
take much to make me cum. It is the stars I want to see, the white hot burning
I want to feel, and the earth shattering I want to hear. I will wait for you to
take me there."
"Clear your mind and listen to my voice. Picture me in your head. You know
that we will be together soon. Shhh think in your head not with your mind. I
am here and you are 1500miles away somewhere between lost and found and it is up
to me to find you. You have no concerns, for I have already found you. You are
sitting in front of me, as I talk to you...you are cooling down from a build up
of intensity. The intensity will increase. We move on to the next step here in
a little while. Are you still ok?"
"Yes Stan."
"When I come to you, you will be ready to give me yourself totally. You will
let me lead you on your next adventure. You will meet me with open arms and be
willing to submit to my word. We have been building a bond Angel, and that bond
will not be broken. Tell me when you are ready and I will tell you what to do
next."
"I think I am ready now Stan, I am still hot, but the clenching has stopped."
"Then we proceed. Are your thighs still open?...Are your feet still on the
corners of the desk?"
"Yes"
"Get my hairbrush and start again to strike on your thighs. This time I want
you to hold the hairbrush tighter, and keep your wrist taut. There will not be
a set amount, I will listen to your breathing, I will listen to the sound the
brush makes, and when the two escalate in rhythm, and then, that is when you
will hear me say stop. Do you understand Angel?"
"Yes Stan, I will stop when you say stop."
"Then begin."
I begin slapping my thighs with that hair brush and my mind is starting
to shut down. I am really getting into this. I can feel the sting, but I feel
an energy encircling my body, my mind, and my soul. Does he hear me, can he see
me, and will he tell me to stop? Oh my god, I can't breathe, it is building,
don't let him tell me to stop. Please don't say stop. "Oh my God!" I am
starting to cum.
"Stop now Angel"
"NO, I can't."
"STOP"
I have stopped; I know he will take me there. I know he will guide me
right, but it was so hard right then to stop. The feeling is intense. I
started to feel my colors, red, orange, yellow, and I was almost to white.
"I want you to stand up now and put your legs together. How do you feel? What
do you feel?"
"My legs are stinging Stan, they are also very hot. I can feel the heat
radiating off of them. I feel kind of wobbly standing here with my feet
together."
"I want you to bend down and keep your knees together, put your chest and head
on the seat. Just rest, and listen to my voice. Concentrate on my words and
not on your body. Let yourself relax, the energy is building around you; let it
enter into your mind. Let me be there inside of your head when we start again.
You are doing very good now. You will feel better in a little time. Now let's
begin again. Are you ready now?"
"No, I can't get my breathing settled I still feel my body tensed. I need to
wait a little longer."
"Then we shall wait. Tell me when you are ready and I will prepare you for your
journey that you seek."
I lay here trying to calm myself. My pulse is racing, my blood is
pumping and I am loosing ground. I wish he would hurry me up. I want it more
intense, I want it to last longer, and I want him here beside me applying his
toys to my bottom now. My breathing is starting to settle, so I guess it is now
time to continue. All I have to do is to tell him I am ready and then we will
begin.
"I guess I am ready now."
"Then let us begin. Listen to my voice; picture me in your mind. Can you see
me?...I am behind you; I am looking at your delectable bottom. Here take the
hairbrush and let us begin. I want to watch and I want to hear each stroke upon
your nicely rounded bottom. I will count with you, and let our count be twenty
for each of your lovely cheeks. Begin now."
So now I begin on my bottom. I want them to be light, but I also don't
want to upset Stan. I really want him to hear each stroke of the brush on my
bottom. I want him to be able to picture each swing that is made, by the sound
of the whack as it hits. I am now at ten, it is really stinging. I want to
move the brush to another spot; however, he said the other night to hit the same
spot. So this is what I shall endeavor to do. Finally I am at 20, I think my
bottom is more sensitive than my thighs, either that or because the slaps were
in the same space and not on my bottom. Now to the other cheek, it is not as
bad on this side. Maybe because the other is throbbing, maybe because the other
is putting off so much heat and maybe it is just because I am really getting
into it. Oh my god, I have lost count. I hope he is counting, no I don't. I
want to continue, no I want to stop. No I have to continue, the feeling is so
tight, hot, and stinging. I can feel each stroke vibrate to my pussy. I need
it harder, faster, and OH MY GOD.
"ANGEL STOP, you have passed 20. You need to learn control; you will not get
what you want without this control. You did very good on the other side, but
you are losing the control that is needed for your quest. Let's take a brake,
no touching yourself Angel. Just sit and breathe. Focus on what you feel and
how to control yourself. Think about what it is you want to achieve."
"I am, I have. It is just so hard when you get caught up in it."
"That is why it would be better if I came and did it for you."
"That is what I want, someone to do it for me. I want that control taken away
from me."
"Keep silent now, just listen to my voice. Focus on what I say, you are going
to start again on the other cheek and you are going to stop when I say so. Then
you are going to switch cheeks and begin again. I will count for you, focus
only on my voice, and do not focus on the sensations. This will come no matter
what. When I say start you must start, keep an even rhythm with the swats. Now
let's start, One."
I start again; I don't think he understands how close I am to cumming.
I know it is too soon to do it again. I know I will cum without my stars,
without the earth shattering, but I know it will be white hot burning. Hmmm yes
the white hot burning. Yes, the white hot burning.
"Stop Angel, you did very good. Now the other cheek."
"I can't, I am going to cum."
"No you won't, it is in your mind. Give me that control, just focus on what I
say and it will happen when I want and when you need it to. Now begin again on
the other cheek."
I start again, smacking my left cheek. I am hitting it harder than I
did the right. I know he doesn't understand how close I am to cumming. I know
it is too soon to do it again. I know I will cum without my stars, without the
earth shattering, but I know it will be white hot burning. Hmmm yes the white
hot burning. Yes, the white hot burning is there.
"Angel that is 20 stop. STOP!!! "OH MY GOD, YES, I'M CUMMING!!!!!!!!" Angel
you were supposed to stop. You have no control, you need discipline, and you
will not achieve what you want without me."
"My god I am hot, I am perspiring profusely. My chest is hot, my hair is wet,
and my whole body is like burning."
"Angel, you are not listening. You did not get what you wanted because you have
no control. You really need me there with you."
"Yes, I wish you were here in Amarillo, and then I could have you come over and
show me right. Oh my god!!! I just told you were I am."
"Yes, you did. Things people say when they are nice and relaxed. Yes, I think
I should come over. Did you know that is where I grew up?"
"Oh my god, I can't believe I told you where I live." My heart is racing, my
mind is on melt down and I can't think. I just told someone, a complete
stranger the town I live in. He knows my name, and now he knows what town I
live in. Stupid, stupid me. "You're kidding? Right?"
"No, I use to live over off Grand street. Do you know where that is?"
"Yes" Oh my god, this is unreal. I am so stupid; it is posted everywhere that
you never tell where you live until you are absolutely sure about the person.
First thing out of my stupid mouth is where I live. I mean the man already
knows my full name. What I look like and now he knows what city I live in. On
top of that he used to live here, oh my god, his dad lives here still. Oh my
god, he is coming to visit his dad soon. Oh my god, help me!"
"Angel are you there?"
"Yes"
"Well, as I was saying I was going to come and see my dad at Christmas and
everything but we got into a fight. Well now I have to go out there earlier
than planned because he is taking some trip then and won't be there. Maybe I'll
look you up and show you what it is you are wanting."
"No, I don't think that would be a good idea."
"Oh, I know it would be. Maybe not at first, but later it you would agree that
it is exactly what you need."
"NO, I am sure that is not what I need. Besides every other year we go to my
in-laws for Christmas and this year is the year that we go there. So you see it
just wouldn't work."
"No, I am talking about coming out there before Christmas."
"Well even before Christmas won't work. Thank you though."
"Let's just leave it. You will ask me though to come to you or you will come to
me."
"Don't think so!!!"
"How do you feel?"
"My bottom hurts, I can't sit down. Just a minute, I want to see what it looks
like in the mirror."
"Ok, can you tell me?"
"OH SHIT, my bottom is red and I mean red. I think it is bruised, well I know
it is because it is a little purple in the center."
"It probably isn't bruised, wait until tomorrow. Then you can tell for sure
what it looks like."
"Well I got to go to sleep now, for some reason I am very tired."
"All right then, I will write to you tomorrow. We can talk tomorrow night?"
"Yaa sure, see ya."
Well people that was my first spanking experience over the internet.
Did I like it? Yes I did. Do I want to do it again? Dam straight. Is my
bottom bruised? Yes, so are my thighs. If any body is curios on what it looks
like just go and join the group. Yes, I took a picture of my bare bottom
showing the bruises on it. No, I didn't take pictures of my thighs. Thought it
would be kind of funny trying to get those developed.
If you wonder what name to look for and you read the first chapter
before this one came out then there is your clue. My user id and profile was
the same as my email. Yes, I changed my email. I started having an overload on
emails, so I had to.
