Sweet Spanking

I will not use my blog to whine about how horrible things are. I will just tell you that I have been moving flat and I hate it and our home is in chaos and it will take about a week to get broadband up and running. With some luck I will be able to blog and communicate next weekend again.

I am in two minds about the snippet of a story I post today. The idea was to paint a picture about a relationship that is really sweet and tender but still contain dominance and submission and some smacking of bottoms. My hesitation comes from the lack of drama if both parts are really happy about what happens. Stories without drama are generally boring. So think not of this as a story but a picture. There is more about this relationship but I will post it only if I think it works.

It was a blessing waking up with Isobel. I lay on my side of the bed and looked at her. She had propped herself up on her pillows and she was having her cup of tea. The morning light was bright and it made her dark hair shine.

She was beautiful, my Isobel. I lay there looking at her, my eyes caressed her face, her sweet nose, her sharp lips and her pointy chin. Her eyes looked dark from this angle but I knew they would be green and sparkling if she would turn them to me.

My eyes followed her shoulders, naked above the duvet. The rest of her body disappeared under the cover.

I reached out a hand underneath the fabric of her blanket and found her hip. I let my hand climb her and gently touch her belly. I felt a sudden urge to touch her breasts. I let my hand travel upwards and soon I felt the soft skin of her bosom.

I let my hand climb her lovely round breast and soon it made contact with her hard nipple.
'Good morning,' she said.
'Good morning, sweet Isobel.'
'So you are awake now,' she said.
'Have you been awake for long?'
'Yes, and I want my breakfast.'
'You will have to wait, I am not awake.'
'I can wake you up,' she said.
'Don't do that,' I sighed, 'and besides, you have got your tea.'
'The teasmade is too small. I have had your cup too.'
'That's ok.'

Isobel scrambled out of bed and I looked at her and smiled. I stole a glance at her naked body before she covered it in her nightgown. It was a very nice nightgown, silk and with dragons on.

We had breakfast in bed. Isobel had brought more tea and soon I was having my long longed for cup, propped up on my pillows. Isobel sat at my side, still dressed in her gown. She was having some toast with marmalade.

I was done with my first cup and reached for the toast when Isobel looked at me. I stopped and wondered what was in her mind. She smiled and reached out her hand and pulled down the duvet from my body.
'Don't cover up,' she said.
'I am naked,' I said.'
'I know.'

I had my toast and Isobel was picking crumbs from my breast.
'Juliet, what do you want to do today?'
'I don't know,' I said, 'what do you do on a Sunday? Being lazy?'
'You have nothing planned?'
'No, I haven't. Why?'
'I wanted to be with you, that's all.'
'I want to be with you, Isobel,' I said.

I was a little concerned with what she said, sensing that she had something in mind for the day.
'Isobel,' I continued, 'you are thinking of something.'
'Yes, I am,' she said, 'I was thinking of your discipline.'
'Oh,' I said.
I was a little surprised. I shouldn't have been really, this subject was seldom far from our minds. But somehow I had imagined her to plan something different.
'I was thinking that we could go through with your punishment today.'
I nodded.
'What do you think of that?'

I looked at her for a while. This was one of those moments when I really wanted to know what to say. So many thoughts tumbled around my head and I didn't really know what I was thinking.
'Isobel, I think you should decide that,' I said.
'Yes, but do you want it?'
'No, I don't want it.'
'Do you think that I should?'
'Please, Isobel, don't make me have an opinion about that!'

She knew I was right. She wasn't undecided. I knew her all too well for that. She was concerned about me and she couldn't hide it. She wanted to know my opinion. I didn't want to have one.
'Juliet,' she said, 'I have decided to give you your punishment today.'
I nodded.
'Can we do it soon?' I said.
'Are you worried about it?'
'Yes,' I said.

She looked at me.
'I can understand that.'
'Isobel, the cane really scares me.'
'I know, my love, I know. It will be alright.'
'But it will hurt.'
'Yes, my love, it will.'
She reached out her arms and I leaned my head against her shoulder.

'But it is what you want, Juliet.'
'I am still scared.'
'I know you are scared, dear, I know you are, but you will be alright.'

I had forgotten about the breakfast now. All I could think of was that dreaded cane.
'We can do it now, immediately, if you want?' she said.
'Now?'
'Yes, now, if you want to get it over with. Would you want that?'
'Yes, I think so.'
'Good.'

Isobel looked at me and I turned my face to her. She looked proud.
'Juliet, I want you to go to the loo and then you will go and get the cane. You know where it is. Then you wait for me in the living room.'
I nodded. I felt how my heart started beating hard.

'Don't dress, you can do that later!' she said as I slipped from the bed.

I needed to go to the loo but it wasn't easy to relax. I was glad it was to be done now so I didn't have to wait for it but I was still scared.

When I finally was done, I went to the cupboard and got the cane. It was hanging on a hook. It had a handle with a leather loop at the end. I took it from its hook and held it in my hand. It was a sturdy thing, lean and supple and quite thick.

I took it to the living room and put it on the small table. Isobel wanted to have her tools on that table. I thought I shouldn't sit down so I stood on the floor as I called for Isobel and told her I was ready.

Isobel came into the living room, looked at me and then walked over to the armchair and sat down. She was now wearing a dress with wide skirt. It was sleeveless but had a quite conservative high neck. It was white with a pretty patterns of brightly coloured flowers. It matched her auburn hair.

She looked at me and I felt ever so naked standing there. I had been naked in bed with Isobel, just some minutes ago, but standing there in the living room, with the nicely clad Isobel in an armchair looking at me was different.

'Juliet, I know you don't like the idea of being caned, but you know why it will happen, don't you?'
'Yes, I know.'
'Tell me why you are being caned!'
'It is a punishment.'
'Why are you being punished?'
'I was sloppy with times, the other day.'
'Yes, you were. I know, Juliet, that you couldn't help it. But that is besides the point. I had told you to be home at five and you were late. Isn't that so?'
'Yes, I was late.'
'I know how you fear the cane but it is appropriate as a punishment. I will not be too harsh with you. I will give you six.'

I really didn't know how harsh that was. I had never received the cane. I didn't know how much it hurt. I had seen it, held it in my hand and I imagined it to be merciless. I shivered.

'Will you please lie down over the armrest so we can begin?'
I nodded. This was it, now I would get to know the cane.

I turned to the sofa and leaned over it. I had done this before so I knew how to drape my body over the armrest. It was quite uncomfortable to lie on it but I had found that it was bearable if I leaned my arms on the sofa and stretched my legs so not all of my body weight came on my lower belly against the armrest.

'Juliet, I will not give you six whacks with the cane. Take your time and let me know when you are ready. Relax, you will be alright.'
'Isobel, I am scared.'
'Of course you are, my love.'

I took a deep breath and tried to relax. I couldn't but I felt I didn't want to wait any longer.
'I am ready.'
'Alright,' Isobel said, 'this will hurt.'

She placed the cane against my bottom and I felt my body tremble. This was it, now I was to know.

A strange surreal sensation flashed through my mind as she lifted the cane. I knew I was to be hit but I didn't want to think about it.

I heard a short swishing sound and then a sharp report as the cane hit my tender skin. My body tensed and I jumped. I was taken by surprise by the sudden and intense pain.

She had hit me quite high on my bottom and I felt as if a hot iron was pressed against my skin. I was panting and quite overwhelmed by the impact.

I jumped again as Isobel placed the cane against my skin. I knew she was preparing for the next whack.

As she hit me again I felt the pain surge through me. It seemed to explode in me and I was panting and my body was trembling.

'Isobel, it hurts, I am not sure...I don't know if I can take more.'
'Juliet, there are four more to come, take a deep breath!'

I calmed down and I took a deep breath but I felt the panic rise as she placed the cane, once more across my buttocks.

The third blow hit me low, on the sweet spot. I jumped and then squirmed. I heard myself whimper. The pain was different this time. It was less pronounced but seemed to affect me deeper. It seemed to move something within me. The hit on that part of my buttocks seemed to touch my soul and I felt a certain warmth in my body.

I couldn't believe this. My body reacted to the caning. The pain stirred up something within me that I didn't expect. I had felt it before but it had always been in other contexts. This time I thought only of pain and agony, so I didn't expect it.

I always felt a thrill when I bowed my will to Isobel's. I knew that and had been ashamed of it. But when I had admitted it, I had found the power in it. It was the arousal of submitting to someone you love. There was something of that I felt now.

The fourth blow hit higher and I jumped. I felt tears in my eyes as I felt my heart beat faster. It was soon to be over.

'Juliet, brace yourself. I will give you one on your thighs now.'
I whimpered as I felt the cane on my thighs, just below my buttocks.

She hit me a tad lower and I had to cry out from the unexpected and searing pain. The thighs were worse than the bottom. Or at least different.

Only one to go. I was trembling.

The last whack hit me on my sweet spot again and I lay panting as she was done. I felt a tremendous relief because it was over, for this time at least.

Taking a caning was hard. It was hard to submit to Isobel when she punished me but giving myself to her when it was over, was easy.

In a way it was a struggle to let her punish me, but on the other hand letting her do it helped me accept her authority.

I didn't like the caning. I feared it. I didn't want Isobel to whip me but I wanted her to have that right. And letting her have that right meant that she would use it from time to time. I wanted that.

'You may rise.'
I scrambled to my feet. Isobel held out her arms and I hugged her. I whimpered still as she held me in her arms.
'You did well, Juliet, you were very brave. You took your punishment and all is forgotten.'

I replaced the horrible cane and we both went to the bathroom. I was terrified to see the welts on my bottom. They were red and seemed swollen and looked horrible. Isobel put some lotion on them and when I moaned at the touch she looked a little taken aback.

We laughed at the sight of my bottom and the tension vanished. I had tears in my eyes but now I was smiling. Isobel smiled and she hugged me again as I cried.

I felt a warmth in my body and being held by Isobel was a blessing. I felt a kind of elation and joy filling me. This always surprised me. I imagined I would resent the one disciplining me but instead I loved her.
'I love you, Isobel.'
'I love you too, my Juliet, very much.'

More Talking

Here is a story; or not really a story; something I wrote; one of those dialogues. I feel as if I have written this before. Maybe I am starting to repeat myself. I don't know. Anyway, a conversation between two people. Here it is.

'Do you ever...', she stared in front of her.

Her red haired friend smiled and looked at her.

'Do I ever, what?'

'Nah, nothing,' she replied.

The two women were sitting at the foot of the big statue, overlooking the open plaza. There were people all around but with the cars and and the noise they were strangely alone sitting there. No one would hear.

They had bought tea and were cluthching their paper cups and looking at the city in front of them. The woman with the auburn hair, who had interrupted her speech looked at her friend and saw the setting sun reflect in her red hair and make it shine with a lustre that seemed almost out of this world.

'Come on!' the red haired said, 'come on! Now I am curious.'

'Do you ever feel...feel weird.'

'All the time,' she replied smiling, 'but I don't know if I am in that particular way.'

'In what particular way?'

She sounded a little annoyed.

'The way you are thinking.'

'What am I thinking?'

The red haired woman smiled.

'Come on! Tell me!'

The auburn woman stared out into nothingness.

'I have these strange thoughts,' she said after a while.'

'Like urges or ideas,' she continued.

The red haired nodded for her to continue.

'Have you ever...I mean...have you ever had your bottom...well, smacked.'

Her friend held back a little laugh.

'Pinched but not smacked.'

'What would you think if someone did it, like, smacked your...bottom?'

'You are telling me that you want your bottom smacked?'

'No...well...yes...sort of...I guess.'

'Don't blush! Nothing strange with that. You want a little hanky panky, nothing wrong with that.'

She sat in silence. The red haired woman looked at her and saw that perhap she meant something different. She waited.

'No, not just like that,' the auburn haired woman said in a soft voice.

'In what way then?'

And now the friend's voice was very soft too.

'Oh, I am weird, I am.'

'Are you sure?'

'I can't help it, it is like a poison, all those fantasies. I kind of have those images in my head, when I see a man, someone I fancy, or even if I don't fancy him, some of them are quite...well, repulsive but I always, always think the same.'

She fell silent.

'About smacking your bottom?'

'Yeah, that's the weird point, isn't it? I always see them smacking my bottom. Or smacking my bottom sounds nice. I think of them throwing me over their lap and whacking my bottom, real hard, like with their full strength, like they were angry or something. Hard, on my bottom so that it hurts. I mean, imagine a strong man, smacking your bottom, hard!'

'Yes, I see.'

'You see what?'

'Well, I don't really, or I do. I see what you mean. You have these thoughts of being spanked, that is not so bad. It could be worse.'

'It is worse.'

'They are just thoughts.'

'Well, listen to this! He is not satisifed with just smacking me. He pulls down my trousers and knickers and smacks me on the bare, and it really hurts. Imagine how it hurts? It must hurt, mustn't it? I mean, a strong man, smacking away on your naked bottom. I mean, and he often uses, like a hairbrush or something, something hard, so that it will hurt more.'

'Yes, it hurts, I can imagine. Can't think you are so weird. Spanking is not that strange, really, lots of people do it.'

'You don't do it.'

'Perhaps not, but I am not all and everyone.'

'But I am weird. I know people, sort of, do it, to, sort of, you know...spice up, you know...what they do...in bed. I never thought it was anything more than a few slaps and just like...smack and while you are at it, sort of. This is different.'

'Different?'

'Yeah, like he wants it to hurt, likes it to be bad for me. And I always think he will just take me over his knee, wherever we are, like if I saw someone now, I would think he would do it here. Knickers down and smack my bottom, in public, like he wants to...well, humiliate me and make me suffer, like he wanted all to see.'

'I don't think you are weird.'

'It is weird, the worse he is, the better it is, I sort of always want it to be really bad, like he hits me with something heavy, something I can't stand, somethng that would really, really hurt.'

They sat in silence for a while. The red haired woman looked calm, intrigued. Her friend seemed to be in distress and was looking at her friend with worry in her eyes, as if to seek approval.

'When you think like that,' the red haired said, 'when you think like that, are you aroused?'

The auburn woman took some time before she replied.

'Yes,' she said and looked at her feet, 'I am, very much so, that is the worst, like, as if I wanted it.'

'Maybe you do.'

'I can't, no one can...I can't possibly, who would want...that?'

'I think you do want it.'

The auburn woman looked distraught.

'Do you...ever...want that?' she asked.

'No, never,' the red haired woman said.

Her friend looked devastated, lowered her gaze, blushed.

'I am...I am weird,' she said.

'But,' the red haired interrupted her, 'but I do think of those things.'

'You do?'

'Yes, a lot.'

'But...but, you just said.'

'I said I didn't want to have my bottom smacked.'

'I don't understand.'

'Well, I tend to be the one with the hairbrush.'

What I Saw

Back again. Broadband is working although it is still too slow, only a quarter of the speed we pay for. Anyway, here is a little story I have written. You know me by know. I am still struggling with this sense of disbelief regarding all those fantasies and activities.

I had been fascinated from the moment she mentioned it, fascinated and appalled. At first I thought she told me just to tease me, to try to make me believe something that was just silly, and foolish to believe. Then I realised that it was actually true. From that moment I was obsessed with it.

When she later told me I could join her, or rather be a witness, I said no. I didn't want to be involved. It was too far removed from me for that. She had to ask me several times before I realised I wanted it. I wanted to see it.

I had met her partner before. I didn't like him. He was the kind of man you couldn't trust. He was handsome in some strange way but there was also something immensely menacing about him. He scared me in a way I didn't understand. I confided once in her and told her about this. She laughed at me and said that it was because he was too much a man for me.

That evening, the evening when I was to see it I stood in front of their door with pounding heart. I thought of turning around and leaving but I didn't.

It was he who opened the door and in the instant his eyes fell on me I realised my mistake. My sleeveless dress was too short and too sleeveless and too clinging for that man. His dark eyes seemed to scrutinise me.

He was dressed in jeans and a shirt, he was unshaven and I thought he tried to look rugged, rough and ready. Maybe he even wanted to impress me with his manliness, his male charisma.

He had dark, very intense eyes and I felt that I could love those eyes if they had not belonged to him. He scared me and the glint in his eyes made me feel like he had plans for me, not only his partner.

My friend joined us and took me by the arm and led me into the house. I felt relieved to not have to stand alone in the hallway with that man.

She explained to me that this was a punishment and that it was not for fun. She didn't specify why she was to be punished, she said it was enough that I knew she deserved it.

She placed me in an armchair and I sat down. It was a too comfy armchair, the kind you could lean back in and fall asleep in, but that was too awkward to sit in with a skirt that didn't reach beneath your knees. I pressed my legs together and tried to look relaxed.

I was given a glass of wine and was told not to interfere or talk. I nodded consent, unable to speak. My mouth was dry and my body trembling. I felt awkward and wrong, an uninvited guest, a stranger that was not welcome despite all the reassuring words she spoke in her soft voice.

The repulsive man came into the room and my friend, suddenly became another person. She stopped being the smiling, self assured and bubbly friend I knew and stood silently waiting.

The man ignored me and gazed at my friend. He looked stern, almost angry. He made a gesture towards the sofa and my friend hurried away. She was dressed in a white and wide shirt and thin and wide blue linen trousers.

She untied the drawstring in her trousers and swiftly pulled them down. They fell to her feet. I heard myself gasp and felt my heart beating harder. The man made another gesture and my friend pulled down her knickers. It was all done very swiftly and without any ceremonies. She moved as casually as if she were taking her coat off in the hallway.

All this shocked me. I knew what was to happen but to see my friend take down her trousers and knickers like that was still quite strange. Despite the swiftness and the casual way she did it, the mood in the room had changed. I didn't dare to breathe and I saw that she was shivering a little.

At another gesture she leaned forward and placed herself over the armrest of the sofa. She seemed to know the drill. I watched in amazement as she adjusted her body so her very naked bottom was sticking up.

The awkwardness and strangeness of the situation made me almost want to laugh. We were some friends in an ordinary sitting room but one of us was now lying with naked bottom over the armrest of the sofa. It was absurd.

I stared at my friend's white and very soft bottom. I had seen her naked before but she appeared more vulnerable than ever.

The man was now standing behind her. I gasped again as I saw what he held in his hand. She had talked about the cane but in his hand it looked menacing.

I felt my cheeks burn as I saw him place the cane against her bottom, her very naked and vulnerable bottom. I held my breath as he lifted it and I didn't breathe as he waited.

I jumped as he let the cane fly through the air with its evil hiss and then land on my friend's bottom with a sharp report.

I cringed as I realised the power he had used. I didn't know if he used all his strength but he was not gentle. He had struck her hard and she gasped for air. I saw a welt appearing across her buttocks and I felt dizzy, not able to comprehend what I was seeing.

He had hit her and I felt in my body how it must hurt. I couldn't understand how someone could hit someone like that, just to cause pain. It was even harder to accept that someone would accept this to happen to her.

He hit her again and she moved about a little. My heart started pounding and I was transfixed. I didn't want to watch but I could not take my eyes from it. I could not understand how she could endure this brutality.

He gave her ten more, I counted them, twelve in total. She didn't cry, she didn't scream but I could see that she was in pain. She moaned a little and wriggled her bottom. But the man felt no pity. He whipped her remorselessly.

When it was over, she got up, pulled up her knickers and trousers. The man had left the room. She turned to me and I saw her flushed cheeks. And to my utter amazement, she smiled.

I didn't have to meet the man again. My friend asked me if I wanted anything but I just shook my head. She escorted me to the door and I left. She gave me a hug and I stumbled out into a strange world.

My heart was beating wildly. I was shocked and appalled and scared of what I had seen. I could not understand it. I knew they did this for pleasure. She liked it, she had told me she liked it. I could not understand it.

Later, that evening, I stood in my room, in front of my mirror. I had turned my back to the mirror and was looking at my own bottom. I could not imagine, ever, to let anyone take a cane to it. It was too brutal, too painful, too impossible to think of.

But what was I to do with that other aching sensation in my body, the one that wouldn't go away, the one I knew but didn't want?

Slave Story, part 3

This is the third instalment of the Slave Story. Things are changing for poor Calissa. Her life is changing. I hope this part will show that this will not be just another Gor rip off. It is a little longer than the first ones but the interesting things happen at the end so keep reading!

I thought about the fact that I hadn't been branded yet. I wondered if that meant that I wasn't technically a slave yet. Maybe I was still free and the process of enslaving was on its way but was not finished? Maybe I could still be freed? I felt despair since I could do nothing about it from the pens, my hopes rested with someone else. My father had sold me and if he didn't change his mind I would become a slave for real. I wanted to bring him here and beg him to take me back. If he would see his youngest daughter naked in the pens he might change his mind and set me free. I wished for that.

My father never came, no one came for me. I was left on my own, naked and deprived of everything. I cried in misery. My heart was in despair.

I don't know how long I sat there engulfed in my own misfortune but after a while I heard a rustling beside me and looked up. I saw the smiling face of another girl. She didn't say anything, she just looked at me, still smiling.

'Leave me alone!' I said.

'Hi, I am Miro, at least for the time being,' she said ignoring my words.

'What do you mean?' I said in a very unfriendly voice.

'You know,' she said, 'slaves don't really have names, your Master may change it at any time.'

'I am not a slave,' I blurted out.

'I guess you are free as a bird,' Miro replied.

This brought some giggles from the other women and girls.

I looked at her in anger and saw her still smiling. She hadn't meant to mock me, her smile seemed to tell me that. She looked kind.

'Sorry, Miro,' I said.

'No offence taken,' she said and looked at me.

She was shorter than me, I guessed, although we were on the floor. She was slim and delicate. She had black hair, brown eyes and her skin was a light olive, much darker than my pale being. As she leaned forward her tiny breasts tried to dangle but as she sat back I saw that they fitted her slim body very well. She was a very good looking young girl of my own age, I thought.

Miro told me she came from a village to the south and that she had been enslaved a month ago when her family had fallen in debt. She belonged to master Guur who was renowned for his riches and power. She had been in the pens for three weeks and didn't, still, know what fate awaited her.

She seemed not to be too concerned with being enslaved which puzzled me. How could anyone not be concerned? I imagined that some of the older girls, the ones who had been slaves for a year or more, would have become used to it and accepted it but Miro was new to it, just as I was.

Miro laughed a lot and told jokes and tried her best to cheer me up. She was kind to me and stroked the hair from my forehead as I was crying and comforted me. She hugged me and held me as we slept. At first this intimacy felt strange and frightening and something that was not to be. It was a strange sensation feeling her naked body cuddling up to mine but soon I found some comfort in her presence.

I was ashamed of being naked and felt humiliated at the thought of someone touching me. I had been a free girl and I was used to keeping my body to myself. This is not allowed for a slave and soon I was shown that physical contact for a slave was not always of the soft kind that Miro provided.

In the first evening as I sat in my place, and only a couple of hours had passed since my capture, two guards came into the big room laughing and roaring. They grabbed a set of keys on the guard's table and walked among the pens. They decided on our pen and slammed the door open. They came in and all the slaves in the pen shrunk back. One of the men grabbed a blond girl and threw her on the floor. She screamed but did not dare to fight him as he mounted her. She cried in misery as he took her as a desperate bull takes his mate. The other guard browsed the slaves and his eyes fell on Miro.

He put his arm around her waist and lifted her. He placed her on all four and knelt behind her. He grabbed her hips and took her as the dogs do.

The blond girl was some years older than me and she screamed and cried out in agony. Miro seemed calmer. She didn't smile any longer and she bit her lip as he entered her but she didn't scream or cry. She seemed calm up until the man started to groan and grunt, then I saw her face contort a little and she closed her eyes. She cried out a little as the man gave a low grunt and stopped pumping in her.

The men left and I was in shock. I looked at Miro who was lying panting on the floor. She was lying on her side, her body prostrated in quite an attractive way. She was affected but she looked content rather than horrified. I was amazed by that.

She scrambled to her knees after a while.

'I am sorry, Miro,' I said.

'He is a brute,' she said, 'but some are far worse.'

'Does he do it often to you?' I asked staring at her.

'Not that often, but it happens,' she gave me a kind of smile now.

'How horrible,' I said.

'You will have to get used to it,' she said, 'a slave's body is for her Master.'

I shrugged in horror as I realised she was right.

I froze at the thought of what I had just witnessed could happen to me. I knew it most probably would but I was terrified. Still there were something in Miro's expression that told me that the pleasure had not been entirely on the side of the brute. I couldn't understand that and at that moment I almost despised her, my only friend in the pens.

Miro and the other women in the pen helped me through those first horrible days. We did nothing, just sat there and talked and waited. We were twenty three naked women and girls locked up in a cage. In the room there were seven other pens full of slaves.

My fellow captives turned out to be a good bunch of people. There was jealousy and anger between some of them but all of them took pity on me and treated me kindly. I felt a bit patronised by this but it helped me through the worst of my ordeal.

I couldn't say I got used to sitting naked on the floor of the pen but after a while the worst of the shock settled down. I was able to forget my agony for short whiles and even laugh at some jokes and enjoy the songs we sang.

Miro took a shine to me and I enjoyed her company. She seemed amazingly content and happy although I knew she missed her family in the nights when she cuddled up to me and I put my arms around her. I started to enjoy sensing her body close to mine, it gave me comfort.

I was spared the brutes. No one had me there in the pens although some of them seemed to like Miro and the other women very much. It was obvious that they had favourites and Miro was one of the most favoured. She seemed to find their attention flattering or even pleasing and I could not understand that. I was terrified some of the guards would even touch me.

There was a bit of competition amongst the girls about the attention of the guards. The blond girl who had been screaming when she was taken was new and still in shock but most of the others seemed to accept it or even want it. Some even showed off a bit, thrusting their chest out as the guards walked by. They laughed heartily at that and mocked the girls. Miro never did that. She was just herself but still she was one of the most popular.

When the guards talked about the women, which they did quite openly, they seemed to praise the fully breasted women the most and those with flat bellies and long legs. Miro was short and very slim and had only tiny breasts. Still she was popular with the guards. I didn't understand that.

I wondered a little why I had been spared and asked Miro if she thought it was due to me being quite small and slim and not having big breasts. Miro shook her head and said that she was convinced that I was off limit to the guards, that is, I was to be spared for my buyer. I shivered at her words and fell silent.

She thought that I was sad because I hadn't been taken by the guards and assured me she thought me very beautiful. I didn't believe her but her words felt good anyway.

Miro was a strange being. I came to like her more and more as the time passed. She was always by my side and she seemed to enjoy my company. I couldn't understand that since I was mostly sour and sullen and unhappy.

I found her looking at me with a strange glimmer in her eyes at times and she seemed overly happy as we cuddled up in each others arms for sleep at night. I was a bit puzzled by this but didn't think a lot about it.

One night as we were sleeping close to each other I was awaken. We were lying face to face and I saw that Miro was awake. She looked at me in silence. I wasn't really awake so I looked back into her eyes.

Then she stroked my cheek and I smiled at her, still sleepy, and finding her touch quite soft and nice. I was a bit surprised as I felt her hand move down my cheek and touch my shoulder. I was still dazed and accepted her touch. It felt nice and I think I closed my eyes and smiled.

I opened my eyes as I felt her breath on my face and I saw her face very close to mine. Then she kissed me. She gave me a soft and lovely kiss.

I must have looked puzzled and about to say something because she put her finger on my lips to hush me. She kissed me again and whispered in my ear.

'It's ok, just relax!'

She rose to her elbow and leaned forward and kissed me again. My lips responded and I felt her softness against me. She moved her body closer and I felt her hip touch my side. She kissed me again and I kissed her back.

Then she touched me. I felt her hand on my belly and I drew my breath.

'Hush, just relax!' she whispered.

I started to breathe more normally again.

I felt her hand stroke my belly and the sensation scared me. It felt very good having her hand on my body.

A part of me told me it was a dream and that I could embrace what happened. I didn't protest or move as I felt her hand move further down my body, over my lower belly and then, slowly, in between my thighs. A rush of blood to my head told me that her touch stirred up sensations in me that I thought belonged to another place and to another situation.

I was deadly scared she would touch me there, between my thighs and at the same time did my body crave it. It was very strange.

Her circling movements told me she was on her way to me and I held my breath. She kissed me again and then I felt her fingers slip into me. I froze and didn't breathe for several seconds. I was overcome with the tingling in my sex her fingers arose. Her fingers terrified me at the same time as they made me feel blessed with something strange and very pleasant.

She moved her fingers in my sex and soon I couldn't control the wave that threatened to carry me away. She seemed to know that it was on its way because her fingers felt more eager now and soon it happened. I dreaded it but it was a bliss. I almost cried out as my sex exploded and took my whole body with it. I can't describe the sensation that ran through me and overwhelmed me. I had never, ever before, felt anything like it.

As I came around I saw Miro's smiling face. She looked so tenderly at me that I almost burst out in tears. She stroked my cheek and I started to cry. She embraced me and held me close stroking my hair. It was wonderful sensing her tiny naked body against mine and at that moment I wanted to be nowhere else in the world but in her arms.

I fell asleep and as I woke up I wasn't sure it had happened at all but the look on the face of Miro told me it was for real. I saw love in her eyes and I smiled at her. I was glad that it was a girl who did it for me the first time.

I knew that such things happened, I had sensed it in the pen at nights but I didn't think I was like that. I longed for the night now when I would be lying in Miro's arms. I was ashamed and thought it a wrong thing to do but I couldn't help being aroused just looking at her. I loved her not only with my heart, now I loved her with my body as well.

I felt shame as I thought about my family and the village and wondered what they would say if they knew, but then I thought about why I was here and how my father had sold me and how I was another man's property now. Selling your daughter into slavery meant that you knew that her body would soon serve her new owner. Maybe they didn't think about how her body could satisfy her sisters in bondage. Maybe they would frown and be displeased but I didn't belong to them any more, for better or for worse.

Miro taught me how to satisfy her and I was happy to oblige. She taught me how to kiss and I soon became an eager pupil. I was still shy and very much ashamed but I liked it.

The Story of Miranda, part 4

So here it is, the fourth instalment of the Story of Miranda. What seemed like a spanking story turned into a girly romantic story. I am like that. There is no continuation. It might turn into pornography should I continue or a serious relationship drama. Perhaps, sometime in the future. There are some snippets and situations from their life together that I might post here but no real continuation.

I changed during that summer and much thanks to Felicia. We went shopping together and she insisted on me getting clothes I never would have dreamt of buying. I got a brand new red bikini, even smaller than the blue one. The top was not considerable smaller but the bottom was minimal. I only partly covered my bum and its front was minimal. Seeing me from the side one could think I was naked. Felicia insisted on me tying the cords at the sides with bows that could easily be slipped. Most girls tie stout knots and make them look like bows but mine were real. This made me feel vulnerable. I had to buy a very short, wide skirt. It fell only to halfway down my thighs and was very revealing. Adding to that was the fact that it hung very low on my hips. Felicia told me to wear a shirt together with the skirt and knot it in front so that it left my belly exposed. It was nothing unusual about that but it was most shocking for tiny Miranda to be dressed like that. I had the tiniest of shorts and only the red bikini top when we went walking in town on hot summer afternoons.

She took an interest in dressing me so that I had to reveal my body in public. Nothing I wore was shocking or strange, many girls wore less but they were hip, they were sexy. I was the unassuming Miranda and was embarrassed to have to walk through town with exposed belly. It was very exciting at the same time. I often blushed when we passed people and I thought that they looked at me and my body. Sometimes they did. I was very much aware of boys and men watching me.

I felt ashamed at the same time as I enjoyed being so naked. I felt a special tingling in my body when I saw men turning their heads looking at me. I wondered if it was like this for other girls. Maybe this was what it was all about, this dressing up and showing off that the girls did?

That summer was exciting and arousing and the best thing was that Felicia was in command. I felt happy not having to be responsible for this. She commanded and I went along. The downside with all this exposure was that I couldn't get spanked as much as we wanted. It was hard to spank me without leaving some traces. During the spring semester one of the girls had commented on some marks on my bum during gym class. I had been whipped three days before and the marks still showed. I said something plausible and I don't think someone realised what had happened but we felt the need for being more cautious.

I was happy during that summer although I was sad about the spankings. I missed them or rather I missed the opportunity they gave me of losing myself in it. I have described it as being dragged to the edge of a terrifying void and almost pushed over it and that I longed for to be pushed. Although we experimented a lot I didn't seem to get any closer to that void that I so much lusted for and feared. I was eager to be pushed even further, to really lose control although I knew it meant that I would have to submit, for real, to the pain. I imagined it as pain beyond endurance and something I couldn't cope with and that it would make me fall into that void. Pain was always pain and it hurt so. I couldn't thing of anything more horrible than unbearable pain but the longing for what it might do to me was undiminished.

There was another theme that seemed to dominate that summer and it was connected to the incidents with our hugging each other and Felicia's hand in my jeans. Felicia took an interest in my body or exposing it. It seemed that these incidents had changed Felicia too and that she was more keen on looking at me and exposing me and making me feel ashamed of being exposed. I caught her regarding me sometimes when I was walking from the water, wet and in my bikini or laying in the sun.

Nothing was said but there was something, concerning my body, that went on underneath the surface. It was about her gaze and the lust for being touched and maybe the lust to touch as well. In some ways I was in love with her. I wanted her to watch me and I wanted her to touch me but I could not admit it. Felicia didn't say anything either but there was this air of something nice and powerful going on.

This changed suddenly one afternoon by the lake. It was late in the summer and the air was hot. We stayed on when most people started to leave and after some time we were alone. We often choose spots that were almost deserted even when the lake was crowded and this afternoon we were alone.

We were lying in the setting sun feeling warm and lazy. Suddenly I felt Felicia's eyes on me. I turned around and looked at her. She looked back and smiled as strange kind of smile.

'Take your top off!' she said.

'Ok,' I answered.

It happened now and then that she commanded me to take my top off. I don't know why but this time I sat up and stretched and made quite a show of it. I felt a bit ashamed, but nice in a way, doing that. It wasn't a big show, nothing spectacular but I stretched my body, arched my back a little and undid my top and slipped it off. I felt like a stripper but if anyone could have seen me it was nothing out of the ordinary, I guess.

My performance was not lost on Felicia, though. She watched me intensely and I sat on the beach for a while enjoying the sun. I wanted to stay in that moment because it felt good, daring to take off my bikini top while she watched.

'Take off your knickers!' she said and my heart took a leap and started pounding. This was new. I had showed off my breasts before but I had never been naked in a public place like this. No one was there so there was not much risk being seen but it was still shocking.

'Here?' I asked feeling stupid.

'Yeah,' she answered and didn't stop looking at me.

I looked around to see if anyone could see me and then I decided that I dared risking it. The sense was not if I dared doing it rather how hard it would be doing it, because I couldn't resist her demands. I slipped down my hands and quickly pulled off my knickers. I was shaking. I was naked. She watched me and I was embarrassed. At the same time it felt nice in a kind of warm and sexy way to strip for her.

'Lay down now!' she said and I did.

'No, as before, on your back!'

My cheeks were probably very red when I awkwardly rolled over and lay on my back. I felt terrible exposed and was hoping no one would see me, no one besides Felicia. I wanted her to see me and I think she did. I didn't look at her but I sensed her eyes upon me. I took up my book and started to read again. I felt the urge to do something ordinary just to stop the beating of my heart and the scary, dreadful sense of being aroused by the whole thing.

Then she touched me. I felt her hand on my belly. Her fingers were cool against my warm skin when she lightly touched the area around my navel. I was shocked but it felt ever so good. I held my breath not daring to do or say anything. I was afraid that the slightest reaction from me would break the spell and she would withdraw her hand. I was embarrassed but it was so good to sense her touch and I didn't want it to stop.

Her hand moved around, stroking my belly, moving down to my lower belly. I was terrible aroused and couldn't' breath. I was scared she would touch my sex at the same time as I longed for it. I was helpless in her hands. I was vulnerable and exposed.

She did move down to my sex. I almost exploded when she carefully placed her hand on my sex. She stroked me a little and I felt the tingling between my legs. I tried to be still but I think I shivered and maybe moved a little. When she slipped her fingers into me I let go of a tiny, pathetic, little sound. I held my breath again and tried to control my trembling body. I didn't want her to leave me as she had did the time before but I was equally afraid that she would satisfy me.

Her fingers burnt in me and I felt even more vulnerable with her presence there, in my most intimate spot. She moved around a little and I felt waves of heat running through my body. I almost fainted with the sensation and I didn't want her to stop. I almost forgot that we were laying on a public beach and I was completely naked.

The heat seemed to focus on my sex and with a great deal of fear I realised that I was close to coming. I believe Felicia felt that too but she didn't seem to mind. She kept her fingers moving in me and the inevitable happened. I came with a vengeance. I can't describe the tingling and heat that soared through my body. I think I sighed and moved but it was beyond anything I had ever experienced.

I didn't notice Felicia removing her hand. I recall rolling over on my side, overcome with emotions and the physical reaction, burying my face in my hands, being both happy and ashamed.

When I came around I felt Felicia's hand on my shoulder. I rose to my knees, looking at her.

'I am so ashamed,' I said.

'Didn't you like it?' she asked suddenly looking scared and concerned.

'It was the best.' I said and almost started to cry. Felicia took me in her arms and I hugged her violently. I pressed my naked body against her and I felt her close to me. I hugged her and cried at her shoulder and felt happy. It was good sensing her body against mine and her arms around me and my arms around her.

After a while she looked me in the eyes with a serious face. She regarded me for a second or two and then she kissed me. She kissed me on the lips. A sweet, soft kiss. A kiss that didn't demand anything but was the sweetest thing imaginable. I eagerly kissed her back and we were suddenly full of passion. We kissed for a long time and my head swirled. I was kissing a girl and I liked it. I loved her and she was a girl.

We came to our senses and realised that we didn't want to be seen. It was a forbidden thing and we would have to hide it. We knew that. We looked at each other in bewilderment and then we smiled. It was good but we had to go back now. We could not stay. I didn't know what this would lead to but I loved her and I didn't care too much at that moment.

The Story of Miranda, part 3

Here is the third instalment of the story of Miranda and her friend Felicia. I suspect the story, here, takes a turn that was not completely expected by you all. I don't know. I have hinted at it.

Things was about to change again. Spring had turned to early summer. I was totally surprised by the change but with hindsight it was inevitable, I guess. The first step was taken during an afternoon in early June. It was a Friday and we were along at Felicia's place. Her parents were out and no gym class until Wednesday next week so it was a perfect evening for some hard spanking of me, the kind that left marks.

This time I was kneeling by the bed. I had no trousers or knickers on and Felicia was about to whip me with a cane she had found in the basement. It was a cane used for carpets and it was a single strand twisted and coiled back on itself in one arch. It was extremely powerful and the pain was horrible. I cried out at the first blow and Felicia didn't dare give me more than half a dozen before I was reduced to tears. I lay sobbing on her bed my bum on fire. The pain was more than I was used to and Felicia was somewhat shocked by the effect it had on me.

Suddenly I felt her hand on my shoulder.

'Miranda, are you alright?' she asked.

I tried to nod and rose to my knees. She was kneeling in front of me and suddenly we stood there kneeling, face to face. I must have looked horrible because she suddenly reached out and touched my cheek. That kind of affection was not usual between us. It had an enormous effect on me, though. I burst into tears and couldn't control myself. Felicia took me in her arms and hugged me. I pressed my body against hers and hugged her back. We held each other for a long time before it felt silly or embarrassing. Felicia stroked my back and I enjoyed the feeling of being comforted by her. I didn't mind her hand moving down and stroking my bottom. Her hand was cool against my burning skin and that felt good.

Suddenly it made me aware of my nakedness. I had no clothes below my waist and I realised that I was pressing my whole body against hers and I felt the fabric of her trousers against my thighs and lower belly and I felt naked. The strange thing was that I stayed for a short while in that position. I enjoyed feeling naked in her arms and sensing her slim body against mine. Then it dawned upon me that I shouldn't feel that way. She was too close, too intimate and I tried to disengage. She slowly let me go and I didn't want to do anything aggressive but I wanted to get away from being close to her. I was too embarrassed and too ashamed. I had enjoyed it but it was something that I wasn't supposed to feel.

I said something and we laughed and I dressed and we talked about the cane and that it was a good implement. I agreed because it was so powerful and I wanted to be overwhelmed and I told Felicia so and she looked at me with a gaze I could not interpret.

Things changed more but before I talk about that I have to mention another thing that was going on inside me during that time. Getting spankings from Felicia made me think about how I saw her and whom I was in relation to her. When I had first met her, which seemed like an eternity ago, I had imagined myself kneeling at her feet, a captive before her throne. I started to feel as if reality had become like that. I felt that I was not only accepting spankings from her, wanting spankings from her, but I was also submitting myself to her will. That was strange and complicated and scary but I wanted it to be like that.

Sometime after the hug something happened that changed things again. It was something that made me grow up in many ways and that opened up a floodgate in my mind. We were lying on my bed one hot afternoon and we were feeling lazy. I was lying on my back reading some comic book and Felicia was browsing through some other book. This afternoon I was dressed in jeans and t-shirt.

I was caught up in my book and didn't notice that Felicia had stopped reading and was lying on her side regarding me. I sensed something was happening and looked at her. She noticed my attention and looked up at me. She looked me in the eyes for a second and then looked at my midriff.

'Your t-shirt is very short,' she said and suddenly I felt her finger against my belly. My t-shirt was indeed short and left some four inches of skin visible between my jeans and my t-shirt. Felicia was now touching my exposed skin and that sent a bolt of fire through me. I was immensely embarrassed but I lay still. Something inside me said that my determination of subjecting myself to her will was being put to the test now. I would not protest or do anything to stop her. I was hers to do what she pleased with.

Suddenly I felt her gaze on my body and I felt completely naked. I shivered with embarrassment but didn't say anything or move. She gave me a quick glance but was then focussed on my belly. She stroked it for a while and I held my breath. She touched my skin and it felt intrusive and very nice at the same time.

Then she slid her hand inside my jeans. I drew my breath and held it, unable to move or speak. She made her way, slowly, down to my sex. I was aroused, shamefully aroused. Here I was lying on my bed beside my friend and she had her hand in my jeans and I was aroused. I had changed. I was changing.

I wanted her desperately to touch my sex and at the same time I was afraid what might happen if she did. I felt totally and utterly exposed and completely in her power. I knew I wasn't but I felt as if I was.

She did touch my sex. Her fingers slid into me and stayed there for an eternity but not long enough. My body was on fire and I wanted nothing more than for her to break through to me and make it happen. I didn't say anything but she must have heard me breathing. I was agitated, aroused and helpless. I was hers and she seemed to know that.

She didn't stay long enough and when she withdrew her hand, my sex ached. I was frustrated and upset by her lighting my fire but not putting it out. I looked at her almost with horror. Her hand left my body and I longed for it already. She looked up at me and must have seen my red cheeks. She smiled. She seemed completely self assured and completely in control and enjoying it. I was lost and powerless. I wanted to kneel before her and offer myself as a slave if only she would satisfy me and at the same time I was upset and humiliated and despised myself for being so utterly weak.

She acted as if nothing had happened and I felt embarrassed by that. I felt as if I had stripped naked showing all of my inner desires and she had laughed at me. The strangest of things was that I didn't hate her for it. I loved her. Later I asked her to spank me. She complied and gave me a good thrashing with the leather belt. I cried when she was done. I felt the tingling in my sex through the pain and when she left that evening I was still on fire.

Alone in my room I gave myself the satisfaction I had been denied and I had to admit that spanking evoked something in me, something that had to do with sex. I had fooled myself that it was just for fun or for some romantic idea about submission. I knew that I loved Felicia in a way that I had never expected. I had never known how much I had longed for her to touch me. It terrified me to be so exposed to her.

From that moment my mind was full of images of me being naked in front of people under the strangest of circumstances. I saw myself naked in the classroom or naked walking with Felicia in town. I had images in my head of having to strip before her and being examined by her. She was always dressed. Sometimes I was a slave, naked in chains being sold at a market and she was the one selling me.

I longed for to get naked with Felicia, to get naked for her, in front of her. But I couldn't admit it. I was too shy. It may sound strange but I was still tiny Miranda, tiny unassuming Miranda. Things had changed a lot during those months but I am not sure anyone noticed. We were always together and we were the weird girls but I don't think anyone suspected that one of the weird girls were being spanked by the other and if they had known that one had put her hand inside the other's jeans they would have fallen off their chairs.

I longed to get naked and luckily it was summer. We went swimming by the lake. Swimming meant swimming costume and it was natural to get naked. It is easy to write that I longed to get naked but I didn't admit it to myself. At the lake I could have my bikini. Wearing bikini meant being almost naked and being almost naked with Felicia.

Felicia had a green one piece swimsuit. It was stylish and somewhat old fashioned but it suited her. I dared show my body in a blue bikini. It was quite small and revealing with a tiny top and a tiny tie side bottom. Most girls would have felt ok in such a bikini but I felt exposed and naked in it. This was scary but something good as well. When we were among other people I felt as if I was naked. I felt as if I was naked for Felicia, because of her, as if I was hers. I imagined being her slave and had to be naked at her feet. I enjoyed feeling her eyes on my body. I felt it even stronger when we were alone by the water.

She had come a long way, tiny Miranda. A year ago I had been nobody and now I enjoyed being seen and watched wearing a bikini. Still I was shy, still I couldn't admit enjoying being exposed. I was still ashamed by the thought of someone seeing my body. Felicia seemed to know that. She ordered me to take my top off one afternoon. We weren't alone and I was shocked but I knew I had to obey. I untied my top and took it off and immediately lay down on my belly trying to cover myself. Felicia told me to buy ice cream so there I was walking to the stand topless. There were some people from our school there and I know they saw me. I am sure they were quite surprised. It was even more embarrassing because they didn't know that I had been ordered to do it.

On the other hand walking to the ice cream stand topless was one of the most exciting things I had ever done, not necessarily the most shocking or most powerful but in a sense the most exciting. It was like being in one of my fantasies, exposed and naked in front of the world and feeling ashamed and aroused.