I met Dawn through one of the online spanking groups. She and I shared e-mail spankings, IM spankings, and phone spankings. This punishment was my birthday present to her.
The lunch crowd is having trouble squeezing into Santa Fe's. We've been here for a while, fortunately, but it's hectic with the waiters squeezing between crowded tables, kids yelling, and there is a birthday party next to us. We talk about this and that- -your job, my family, your recent trip- -but our neighbors are too close to talk about spanking, the one thing I want to talk about with you most.
"Let's go back to your house," I say.
"Sure," you say.
I go to the cashier, pay, and turn and with a nod of my ahead indicate for you to come with me.
"I'll follow you," I say, as we get in our cars.
While we are in the restaurant the sky has grown very dark. The ride to your house is short and in fifteen minutes we are drinking sweet iced tea in your living room. You turn on the CD player and put it on auto repeat. The sound of Lonestar spills into the room.
"I have a little fun on Saturday night . . . "
We sip our tea and chat. As we talk, I admire your living room. It's very pleasantly furnished with a computer on a desk in the corner (you use WebTV and I had forgotten that you also have a computer), an entertainment center, a large couch and a coffee table. A rocking chair but no straight chairs.
" I am so glad we have met at last, Dawn."
"I feel very comfortable with you, Tsai."
" I need a straight chair. Do you have one?"
"Yes, I have a set of four in the kitchen."
"Bring one in here."
You pause, gave me a look, then stood, turned, and walked out of the room. You return with a chair.
"Very good. Your ottoman is upstairs, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"I'll need it later. Bring it down."
You look terrific as you obediently set the stage for your punishment.
"Now get over my lap."
And there you are, face down, bottom up. A moment ago you were free, now my hand on your back says you are mine to control. I run my hand over the seat of your red-and-white checked skirt, enjoying the feel of your girly bottom.
I start spanking through the thin fabric of your skirt. You struggle, your ass bouncing as the discomfort starts to build, for I am spanking hard. This is the first time I have ever spanked you and there is no rush as I keep on spanking, and as I keep on spanking you stop struggling and begin wiggling your bottom very provocatively.
Eventually I stop and say, "That's one. Do you need more spanking, Dawn?" I ask. "Yes, Tsai, I need more. Spank me, please spank me." "Very well, young lady, I am going to spank that ass of yours until you can't sit."
I reach down and take hold of the hem of your skirt and slowly lift it, exposing white thighs, white panties then coming into view. The panties are tight, sexy. I like the way that looks, these tight panties turn me on and I start spanking again. Where the panties don't cover your ass I can see the flesh getting nicely pink, but I also spank, hard, all over the panties, one side, the other side, the middle. You are jerking now with these hard spanks.
I am getting very excited, very impatient, I have to see more and I grab the waistband of your panties and pull them up, hard, forcing them into the crack of your ass. I spank the bare flesh of your ass, you squirming more now, moaning as my hand rises and falls hard. As I spank, I pull up on your panties again, driving them deeper into your crack, your pussy, holding you down firmly with my hand in the small of your back, spanking, spanking. "Does that hurt, Dawn?" I ask. "Yes, Tsai, you are hurting me." "That's two," I say.
I want your ass so badly, I must have your ass, your naked ass. I must possess it, dominate it, punish it. I shift my knees so your ass is sticking further up in the air. "Spread your legs Dawn." You comply and my hand dives between your legs and grabs the crotch of your panties where they tight against your pussy. The crotch is sopping wet. I pull them down. The aroma of all of this is overpowering, the scent of your ass and pussy moves my erection into overdrive. "Your ass is mine, Dawn." I say. "Yes, Tsai, I give you my ass" you respond. "No, Dawn," I say, "you are not giving it to me, I am taking it."
I start spanking again, landing hard smacks all over your bare bottom, loving the feel of your skin under my hand. Lonestar is singing "Amazed" as I smile and spank harder, harder, touching your ass so intimately and harshly. "No, no more," you are saying, so I keep on spanking, hard and steady.
Time to stop. "That's three," I say. "What are you counting," you ask me. "Your birthday is this week, silly, so I am giving you your birthday spanking." "But Tsai, I'm only 39 so I should get 39 spanks. You have given me hundreds of spanks already. It's not fair." "Now, Dawn, you know that I am always fair. But because you are such a special girl, this is a very special birthday spanking. Instead of giving you one SPANK per year, I'm going to give you one SPANKING per year." "Nooooo!"
I say, I am going to give you some five minute spankings right now. I set the timer for five minutes and resume spanking, making it hurt more, getting as much spanking in as I can before the timer goes off. "That's four," I say, and I rub for a minute, soothing you.
The blood is settling permanently in your head so we do spanking number five on the couch so your chest can be supported on the seat. I set the time for another five minutes and start spanking again. I give you five more minutes of spanking thirteen more times, separated by rubbing and soothing words in your ear.
Spanking six is back over the chair, so your ass can stick so high up in the air for me. Each time I start spanking again I spank you harder. Your ass is tough, it is very red but there are no signs of bruising. I like that, for I plan on punishing you much more before the evening is over.
As I spank the storm outside builds, the rain now lashing against the windows. The afternoon is beginning to fade, and I leave you for a moment, panting and rubbing your ass. I find the candles, light them, and put them in your brass candleholder, giving the room a warm glow. Then you are over my lap again and I resume spanking, making sure you feel each slap on your glowing ass. The timer goes off for the thirteenth time; that's seventeen spankings so far. You are very brave, you haven't cried through this whole time. When I check your pussy it is obvious that although you are yelling and complaining there is at least part of you that is very turned on. This can't do, you're enjoying this too much. This is supposed to be a birthday spanking, and birthday spankings are always punishment spankings, aren't they? (I hope I am remembering this right.)
I say, "Stand up." "Ooh, honey, that hurts, that hurts," you say, rubbing your burning ass. You have left a large wet spot on the leg of my pants. "Hold your skirt up, I want your pussy on view," I say. "Stand up straight." Your face is flushed, your breasts heaving as you pant. "Look at me," I say. Your shirt is white, long-sleeved, with buttons down the front. You've rolled the sleeves partway up your forearms (I like that). I grab the blouse along the buttons, one hand on each side, and pull them apart. Some of the buttons pop, some of the fabric tears, I yank the rest of the blouse off and throw it on the floor. I rip off the bra, too, as you tremble.
Another day I might kiss and nibble your tits first, but tonight I need to move forward rapidly with your punishment. Whack! I slap your left breast, fast, my fingers striking on the nipple. Suddenly the room is illuminated by a lightning flash nearby. A powerful roll of thunder reverberates through the house and I slap your right breast. You gasp, your eyes wide, your hands holding your skirt tight as your breasts move back and forth.
I slip a blindfold over your eyes. "Stick out your left tit, Dawn," I say. You comply and I slap it again, the skin of your breast just beside the nipple getting pinker. "Stick out the right one." Your lip is trembling. I pause for a moment, savoring the tension and your anxiety. Smack! I slap the breast again. Then the left again, then the right; left, right. You cry out with each blow.
"It hurts, Tsai"
"I know. Say thank you."
"Thank you, Tsai."
"Tell me why you are thanking me, Dawn."
"For punishing my breasts."
"Then say it, Dawn."
"Thank you for punishing my breasts, Tsai."
I take off the blindfold. Hmm, what next? Your coffee table is wood (looks like oak) and looks solid. I make you bend over it. "Hold onto the far edge and don't let go," I say. I flip your skirt up over your back again. I apply the hairbrush to your upraised bottom vigorously. The brush is slapping, slapping, your ass is shaking, you are gasping. I know your slapped breasts are being squeezed against the table. I grab your hair and turn your face toward me, holding you tightly with my left hand as I spank with the right. I want to see the effect of the hairbrush, to see your eyes opened wide or squeezed shut as the brush lands, again and again, on your reddening bottom.
Outside there is lightning again, then thunder, the storm's power enhancing our own electricity. I notice your grip on the table loosen and I spank harder yet. Your hands slide from the edge of the table, toward your shoulders. "You let go," I say. "I am going to spank you harder." "I'm sorry, Tsai, I didn't mean to let go. Don't spank me any more."
I take you by the arm and bend you over the back of the couch. "Hang on," I say, "and don't let your feet leave the floor." I am still using the hairbrush but raising it higher, bringing it harder on your burning ass. You are yelling as the brush comes down over and over, your bottom gyrating. "Ouch, ouch, oweeee" you yell as your punishment continues, spank after spank after spank. Your bottom is in constant motion and suddenly one foot kicks up off the floor. Is this a signal that you have had enough, or that you need more?
I make you stand up again, gasping, rubbing your burning bottom with one hand but still holding your skirt up with the other. I unbuckle your belt, unsnap and unzip your skirt, and slide it down. You step out of it.
I force you down on the carpet on your belly. I squat over the small of your back, facing toward your feet, and start spanking you with my hand again. "Spread your legs, Dawn" and you do so. This lets me spank the inner surfaces of each cheek, and spank you, hard, on the left, then the right, then back and forth again. "Is my baby's ass hurting?" I ask. "Yes – yes – it's hurting, Tsai" you answer.
I stand up and make you get up so your ass is up in the air but your shoulders and breasts are still touching the carpet. I take out the paddle and place it in front of your face. "Kiss it, Dawn." You kiss it. "Ask me, Dawn." "Paddle me more, Tsai. Please paddle me more." I make you crawl on the carpet, pressing your chest into the floor so that the carpet rubs your punished nipples as I paddle your blazing ass. Each blow pushes you forward and forces a cry from your lips. Once you reach the other end of the room, I make you kiss the paddle again, turn around, and crawl the length of the room again. Again to the other end, another kiss for the paddle, and turn around for a third lap until you are at the couch. I know you are Anne Rice fan, and I wonder if you remember the scene when Beauty is paddled this way.
I ask, "How is your ass, Dawn?" "It hurts so much, Tsai, you're really hurting me." "Good girl," I say, "now climb over my lap. You know that I have to spank you more." You lie over my lap and I run my hand over your throbbing bottom, so red and sore after your paddling. I kiss it, tenderly, on each cheek, savoring the heat you are radiating. I don’t want that heat to settle down, so it's time for more hand spanking. I want you to really feel this, so I slide my right leg over your left knee, pinning it down, limiting your movement. As I spank you the heat in your bottom builds again; your cries make it clear that even just my hand at this point it quite painful.
I want to hurt you more so I make you lie over the table. "Last time you were over the table, Dawn, you couldn't stay in position, so I am going to have to tie you down." "No, Tsai, I'll be so good, I won't move. Please don't tie me." I put the cuffs on your ankles over your white ankle socks first and tie them to table legs. Your ass isn't lifted enough so I have you stand up, put a pillow from the couch under your belly, and then make you lie down again. This elevates your ass delectably and makes me want to spank you harder.
I put the paddle on the table next to your face so you can watch it as I tie your wrists. Then I set to work with the paddle, slapping it sideways into your bottom with that pull at the end that pulls the flesh up. On my instructions, you count each smack, although sometimes you lose track and I have to add penalty swats. You grind your hips against the pillow over the table edge. You are yelling in pain; your bottom shakes in response to each whack of the paddle. "No," you are begging me, "stop, no more." "You didn't count that one," I say, "that's five more penalty swats."
Then it's time for your surprise. I go out to my car, then come back and go in the kitchen. A minute later I emerge, singing "Happy Birthday." You are laughing and crying as I set the cake down a few inches from your face. "Make a wish, birthday girl," I say. You pause, thinking, then lift your head off the table and blow out the candles. The cake is yellow with chocolate icing, I know it's your favorite.
I feed you a few bites of cake and let you sip a Pepsi through a straw, then ask, "Tell me about the candles, Dawn." "Well, they aren't really birthday candles, they are small regular candles." "That's right, Dawn. Why do you think I used these candles?" "I don't know, Tsai." I untie your wrists and rub them for a minute. "Reach back and spread your cheeks, Dawn. Good girl. Now raise your bottom right up in the air. Close your eyes."
[Censored.]
"Time out, Tsai, time out. I need to pee."
"Here, Dawn, I want you to finish this soda right now. Drink it up like a good girl. We'll talk about you going to the bathroom later." I let your tired hands release your cheeks and you finish the soda like a good girl.
I spank you with my hand again. Your ass is cooling off, so I spank you hard to restore the fire. This works and you are soon yelling in pain again. Your legs are spread and I like to slap each cheek hard from the inside, making it shake outward, leaving more hot pink on the inner surfaces. Now I spank from below, lifting up each cheek in turn, and now I hold you down harder with my left hand and spank over the crease. Through this you are shaking your ass despite my restraining hand; you yell and beat your fists on the table.
"Get the strap, Dawn."
"No, please no. Don't spank me any more."
I lift one eyebrow.
You bow your head and hurry to get the strap. Now I tie one ankle again, with you over the ottoman, belly down and spanked ass up high. Your bottom is at a perfect angle already but I tie the other ankle, not to the other table leg, but to one of the couch legs so your legs are spread wide. Now I strap you all over your bottom, between your cheeks, as I apply the strap again and again. You are shouting and yelling "No more!" so I spank harder, making each blow count.
"Tsai, I have to pee right now. PLEASE!"
"OK, Dawn."
I rummage around in the closet and find the towels. I lift your pelvis up and put four bath towels under you. The thunder and lightning are over and there is a steady rain.
"Go ahead and pee, Dawn," I say, as I start strapping you again.
"No! No!" you are shouting as the strap lands, hard.
"Go NOW, Dawn," I order. "Listen to the rain, the wet rain, water running down the sides of the house, think of the water, Dawn." You moan helplessly as clear yellow urine spurts from you and into the towels. Some of the urine splatters on the strap, and I hit you even harder with the wet strap. You have been holding it in for some time, so your bladder is too full to empty easily all at once. The urine flows off and on for a long time, the strap continuing to smack on your wet ass. I watch your bottom cheeks vibrate when the strap hits them, I see your ass buck up and down as the urine spurts out and the strapping continues.
I untie one leg, roll you over, and pull the wet towels out of the way. Your thrashed ass is on the carpet and your upper back is on the ottoman, your head hanging backward over it. I plump up a pillow to support your head but your chest is still uppermost. I inspect your tits: they are still swollen and tender, just right for more punishment.
"Look at me" I say and I pinch your tits hard while you look in my eyes and beg me to stop hurting you. "Look at me" I say while I light another candle. Then I treat your nipples to the hot wax, searing each one in turn. You shake your torso from side to side, twisting as the wax treats each nipple with its fiery caress. Outside the storm has ended and we can see the moon through the parting clouds as the wax stings your tits.
I take a towel and clean the wax from your nipples, removing the semisolid coating as I rub the rough towel against your sensitive skin. The sensation appears unendurable as you writhe and gasp and beg me to stop rubbing your poor nipples. "OK," I say. I stop rubbing and instead I slap them, again and again.
I untie you and take you over my lap on the couch. I rub your red ass for a minute and tell you how well you are doing and kiss your neck and tell you it's time for more spanking. "No more spanking" you beg but it's time for the hairbrush again. I know that nothing else matches the hairbrush when you have a good punishment coming, and I start spanking you with it, hard and steady. "No no nooo" you yell as the hairbrush lands right and left, low and middle, center and sides.
As I spank I remind you how naughty girls need sound spankings but I am not sure you are hearing me very well as you are yelling so loud. The hairbrush is certainly an effective tool for punishment and I continue to slap you hard with it, one cheek, the other, then the center. Your howls get more desperate until finally your tears break loose and you begin crying hard. I match this by spanking you hard with the relentless hairbrush on your flaming ass.
I want to strap you and I get you up fast so I can build the strapping on top of the hairbrush. Over the back of the couch you go, "legs apart" I say and you say "no more spanking, please stop spanking me." I pull the strap back, take careful aim, and bring it down. It lands solidly right across the center of your ass, bringing a new yell and renewed sobbing. " I can't stand it!" you scream as the hot red band appears. "Of course you can stand it," I answer, bringing the strap back for another lick.
You cry hard through the strapping, one blow following the next with excruciating regularity, each building the fiery pain in your bottom to new levels. I am glad I didn't promise you a specific number of strokes with the strap because even after I have laid stroke after stroke I just want to keep on punishing you. Since I didn't set a limit on how many times I would hit you, there's no reason I can't just keep on doing it, and I do. You are getting desperate, your ass gyrating wildly, your howls lovely music to my attentive ears.
I reach under you to check on your nipples. They are apparently still very tender for you gasp as I pinch them again. I put a nipple clamp on the right. Your torso shakes as you try to pull back from the clamp's tenacious grasp. Then I put a clamp on the other side.
I hand spank you again, hard, focusing first on one cheek, one, two, three, hard, you yelling, continuing with four, five, six, all in the same spot, then to the other cheek. My erection is raging, I need to punish you beyond anything you have ever experienced, your loud sobbing confirms the effectiveness of my hand slamming into your well-spanked bottom repeatedly.
I use the hairbrush again. You continue to sob as I spank the undercurves of your bottom, concentrating again and again and again on the same tender spots. As I spank your wailing reaches new heights and I watch, entranced, as blisters begin to form. They look terrific and I tell you so but you only beg me to stop spanking, please stop spanking.
You've had 38 spankings now, I tell you, and I want you to remember number 39. "Unbuckle my belt," I order. "No, no, PLEASE don't spank me any more," you say. I simply look at you and you melt, tears still running down your cheeks, and reach for my belt and unbuckle it. "Take it off" I order and you do. "Kiss it" and you kiss it, your wet cheeks imparting darker spots to the polished leather.
I take the belt from you and begin to strap you hard, aiming to crisscross the areas I have just blistered, which are mostly under the curves where you sit. Your howling and begging begins again in earnest. "Spread your cheeks again" I instruct you and you reach back, shaking your head from side to side but reaching nonetheless. Now I apply the belt between your cheeks, hard, the belt leaving a trail of fire leading down toward your pussy, where the tip lands from time to time.
This punishment brings renewed yells of pain and tearful pleading for me to stop, but I continue strapping, fascinated by the frantic and obscene writhing of your bottom under this prolonged chastisement. Now I move to the side again and apply the belt on the undercurves again, the belt slapping again and again across those punished globes. I stop, rubbing you gently, running my hand over your naked back as you sob convulsively. "Over at last," you manage to say, "Thank God." Your face is covered with tears, your nose running freely, your chest heaving. I see you glance at the bottle of lotion on the coffee table.
I help you up, then I sit down on the couch and pull you forward. You pull back but I force you over my lap, ass up, once again "No – no" you say, "I've had all my birthday spankings." "No, Dawn, you've had one spanking for each year, but you still need one to be good on. Now hang on, this is going to hurt."
You struggle but I hold you down firmly. I decide when your birthday spanking ends, not you, and I am going to give you one more spanking. Not just any old spanking, but a long, hard spanking. It may be just my hand, but on your well-spanked bottom this is going to hurt a lot.
Afterward I will hold you and comfort you. Afterward I will tell you how special you are.
But first there is one more spanking for me to give you. And so I raise my hand in the air again, surveying your roasting ass, ready to start the final spanking of the evening. It won't be a short one.
Copyright (c) 2001 Doc Tsai