Tom's School Days 26

I have been sloppy, and slow, I know that. And this story may be of the more sillier kind. Anyway, here is another instalment, read and make what you want of it. I am taking a summer break from blogging, and will be back in August. Maybe I have some other stories or thoughts to share, then.

When I started writing this, I was a bit carried away by the silliness of the idea of a school full of resourceful and kinky students, both female and male, all bent on having a good time. It is a bit of coming of age story when it comes to Tom, but otherwise there is not much of a plot. I have enjoyed writing it, but maybe it will come to an end, unless I can think of something really exciting.

Take care, Dear Readers, if you are still out there. I still enjoy writing, although I write less that is suitable for the blog, nowadays. My mind has not changed, so I would like to put whatever is suitable on the blog, but as it is, this will have to wait until I get back. I do love to hear from you, and any suggestions about the blog is welcome.

Some girls were very skilled in a type of dance that may only be labelled as oriental, or belly dancing. Although they didn't wear much more than their bikinis while dancing, they had enhanced them by adding strips of silk that gave the illusion of flowing skirts.

Tom was mesmerised. This was so out of the ordinary, that he could hardly believe he was still at his school. And when the undulating movements of the dancing girls caused them to drop what little they were wearing, his delight was complete. In the end they were completely naked, and the club members were cheering.

Finally the dinner was over and the members began to circulate through the rooms of the club. The girls from the Pea Soup Society retook their roles as waitresses, and mingled among them with trays with glasses and bottles of port and sherry.

To Tom's great delight he noticed that the girls hadn't donned their tops, and were now quite exposed to his eyes. Some of them were even naked, and many members of the club found it hard to keep their hands away.

Tom found John and Mark in a sofa together with three of the society's members who were quite unclad. They seemed to enjoy it as much as the club members, though, as they were laughing and giggling.

The whole thing was evolving into a kind of orgy, and although Tom was generally intrigued by the idea of orgies, he was a little too shy to really participate. He walked around and observed instead.

In another room there were another kind of entertainment arranged. As Tom entered a member of the club explained to him that some students had volunteered to let the members try out their equipment.

Tom saw that along one wall, five strange pieces of furniture had been placed. They looked like desks from a class room, but not quite. The purpose of them was clear enough. On each of these devices a girl knelt, leaning over its highest part, their bottoms turned towards the room.

Furthermore, the girls were naked, and around each of them a group of club members had gathered. They were discussing the tools they handed around among themselves, discussing the pros and cons of martinets, canes, leather belts, and wooden boards.

From time to time sharp reports resounded through the room, the sound of wood, or leather, or whatever material of the tool, on naked skin. Those reports were accompanied by whimperings, and squeals.

Tom was intrigued by this, and the closer he got, and the more he saw of the naked bottoms and backs of the volunteer girls, he felt the urge to try one of the tools himself.

It was obvious they had just started, since the bottoms on display were still mostly unmarked, only the odd pink patch, or red stripe.

Tom got a funny feeling when he drew near the girl furthest to the left. He seemed to recognise the dark hair and the general build of that girl. He moved so he could see her face.

'Amanda!' he gasped.

'Tom,' she replied, and smiled, 'hi. I thought I would find you here.'

'Annabelle,' he said, as the red haired girl beside Amanda turned her head.

'Tom,' Annabelle said, and smiled too.

Tom's School Days 25

I didn't say the story has run its course, only that I might put other things up, as well. To be honest, I'm not sure where this will go, but at the moment, I have a couple of more instalments. I may put something different up, in a short while, we'll see. In the meantime, read the next part of the story.

Tom was excited as he dressed up for the Soup Night. He had put on his best suit, and his crispest shirt. In fact it had never been as crisp and well ironed since his mother had done it for him. The reason it was so well taken care of was that Amanda had volunteered to iron it.

Tom had been a little surprised and concerned, but accepted her offer. She had also quite like the kiss she gave him when she was done. He was puzzled, though, when she had thanked him.

The entrance to the Mushy Peas Club was flanked by burning torches, and many of the other students had gathered outside to see the members arrive. Tom felt like a celebrity when he walked up to the entrance.

Inside the hallway was lit by a multitude of candles, and Tom stood in awe for a while. He was snapped out of it by something that made him even more surprised, and perhaps even more delighted.

A girl asked to take his coat. It was unusual to find a girl inside the club, but that was not all. This girl was barefoot, dressed in the tiniest of black skirts he had ever seen. In fact, it was so minimal that he could see that she was wearing equally black knickers. Above the skirt he found very little, bar a bikini-top.

He thought he had seen the girl before, she was called Janet, or Susan, or something. What was more important, was that he had noticed her for being exceptionally pretty. Seeing her dressed like that made him see that her physical features matched her pretty face.

When he entered into the hall where the long table had been set with a white table cloth and candles, he found that there were more girls scurrying around, all dressed in a similar way.

When Tom spotted Stephanie among them, he thought that this may be the members of the Pea Soup Society.

Tom greeted Frederick and Mark, and chatted with them for a while. He had wanted to talk to Stephanie, although he didn't know what he really wanted to say. She seemed very busy so it had to wait.

The members of the club sat down to have dinner, and Tom realised that it was not the role of the members of the Pea Soup Society to participate in the dinner, it was their role to wait at the table.

The dinner was grand, with a number of courses, fowl, fish, meat, and also cheese, bread, fruit, and of course the pea soup.

In addition to the pea soup they slurped, there was entertainment performed by the Pea Soup Society. There was an elaborate programme of singing and dancing.

Firstly the entire membership of the Society sang and danced. Tom was surprised and fascinated by their skill. Their voices were harmonious and their movements enticing. Tom was excited by the fact that the members had dispensed with their tiny skirts.

Stephanie and four other girls sang and danced, and this time they wore even less. They had stripped off their tops and seemed to make an effort to entertain by creating interesting movements with their breasts. This caused a lot of hilarity among the seated members of the club.

Tom's School Days 24

I get so preoccupied with this story so I forget I can write something else. That is, something else fit for the blog. Maybe I should take a break and write something different? I don't know.

Tom was a little hesitant in the beginning, being a little overwhelmed by the sound of the leather of his belt against Stephanie's soft bottom. And the sounds of distress she uttered. She didn't protest, or say anything so he kept on.

He got into a pace of smacking her, and sensing her wriggle in his lap. In a way he found that he actually enjoyed the sensation of her body moving against his. It encouraged him to smack a little harder, to increase the frequency.

Soon he was smacking along, in a good, steady pace. Stephanie was panting, and sighing, and giving out small pathetic sounds of distress. In his current state of mind, those sounds only made him want to spank her more. So he did.

Tom stopped to take a breath, and happened to look down on Stephanie's buttocks. They were now not only bruised from before, but had taken on a very active red colour. Suddenly Tom felt bad about spanking her.

'Maybe,' he said, hesitantly, 'maybe we are done.'

Stephanie didn't reply.

He put down the belt, and stared at her bottom for a while. Then he gently touched her right buttock. Stephanie let go of a strange sound, like a sigh. Her skin felt hot.

The next thing he knew, he was caressing her buttock, sensing the skin under his hand. Stephanie wriggled in his lap. He extended his attention to the other buttock. He was captivated, and thought that he should, perhaps, not do this, but since Stephanie didn't protest, he decided to continue.

In his exploration of Stephanie's buttocks, he happened, accidentally to let his fingers slip in between them, and was surprised by the reaction he got. Stephanie moaned. First he thought that perhaps she was in pain.

Then he couldn't help himself, so he did it again. This time she wriggled. The third time she whimpered, and began to squirm. He was quite surprised by her reaction.

With a sigh, and a wriggle, she slipped off his lap.

'Oh, did I hurt you?'

He didn't get a reply. Stephanie's body began to shiver, and Tom was convinced she was in pain. Then she looked up at him, with tears in her eyes.

She wasn't sobbing, she was laughing.

She struggled for breath, she was laughing so much. Tom was confused. He stared at her, and didn't understand a thing.

Stephanie was still laughing as she got to her feet, and pulled her knickers up.

'I...I got to go,' she had a hard time talking, she was sobbing with laughter.

'What's the matter, did I do something wrong?'

'No, Tom, nothing wrong, that was great. You're such a silly boy, at times. But I love you for that.'

She leaned forward and kissed his cheek. Then she went away. Tom was left on the bench, with his belt by his side, and his mind more confused than ever.

Tom's School Days 21

At last some action!

Tom was amazed, and overwhelmed. His mouth was dry, but he could not deny the excitement that came with the thought of swinging the dreaded cane at Annabelle's fair bottom.

'Are you sure?' he said, with uncertainty.

'Very sure,' Amanda said, 'and twelve is lenient.'

'But why does she have to be punished? I mean, she's already been in detention.'

'That's the laws of the Society.'

'I see.'

'If you please,' Amanda said, and gestured towards Annabelle.

Tom walked closer to the naked girl, held down across the armrest of the sofa. He placed the cane across her buttocks, to take aim. Annabelle's body twitched as the cane touched her naked skin.

Tom pulled the cane back, hesitated and let it fly through the air. The sound was tremendous, and reverberated through the room. It sounded sharper and more menacing because of the bare stone walls in the Dungeon.

Annabelle squirmed but could not move much. A red stripe was forming across her bottom. Tom felt cruel for beating the poor girl. Her helplessness seemed to be emphasised by her nudity, and the fact that she was firmly held in place by the other Society members.

Tom delivered the second lash, and Annabelle whimpered. This made Tom feel even crueller. He saw the second stripe begin to glow on Annabelle's fair skin.

When the third lash hit home, Tom felt different. There was a certain kind of thrill inside him. And when the fourth hard lash from the cane hit Annabelle's bared bottom elation filled his mind.

He thoroughly enjoyed the five following ones. Annabelle was in agony, as her bottom begin to become criss-crossed by the marks of her punishment.

Then he realised there were only three left. It seemed a pity, now that he had begun to enjoy it. He stopped and thought he should focus, and make the most of them. He heard Annabelle sobbing, and for a moment it made him concerned. The next moment he was overcome with something different, a sensation where her sounds of distress actually heightened his pleasure, when he realised that it was not just the sight of her bottom, and the sound and feel of it, that pleased him, but the fact that he caused her agony. He felt cruel but wonderful.

He deliver the last three with gusto, making sure the fair Annabelle really felt them. When he was done, he stood back. The room was in silence. The only sound the disturbed that silence was the quiet sobbing of Annabelle.

The other girls stared at Tom, and for a moment he wondered if they were angry, if he had gone too far, been too harsh and cruel, and that they now disliked him. He had only to look another time, to realise that it was a completely different sentiment that met him. What he saw in their eyes was admiration, admiration and awe. They liked what he had done.

'Stand up, now, Annabelle, and thank the executor for punishing you,' Amanda said.

Annabelle was released and scrambled to her feet. Tom say that her eyes were red and wet, and she looked very solemn as she turned to him.

'Thank you for punishing me,' she said, curtsied, and leaned forward and kissed the cane.

Tom's School Days 20

Spring is not yet in the air, or at least it has gone into hiding today. I hope this will cheer you up, if only just a little.

The Society for the Study of Geographical Maps held its meetings in a room in the so called Dungeon. It was really a basement room, with a nice pillar in the middle, and vaulted roof, making it look a little like a crypt. The room itself had been made cosier by a Oriental rug on the floor, a table, some wooden chairs, and in the corner a sofa and a couple of armchairs.

Amanda opened the meeting. Tom found that he was the only boy there. Around the table sat, beside him, Amanda, Annabelle, and three other girls he had not seen before. They were introduced as Evy, Lara, and Josephine. He was told that Miss Elvine, Sophie Elvine was missing but she had an acceptable cause, as she was being whipped by her English teacher.

Tom thought all the girls present were very pretty, although of the more held back kind. None of them seemed to belong to the group of more flamboyant girls, like Tamara and Stephanie, girls who knew they were beautiful, and had no qualms about showing it.

Amanda led the proceedings, and she told the Society that they had been given, as a loan, a beautiful map of some Prussian woodlands. Amanda would keep it in her room, and the members were welcome to come and study it. She had brought it to the meeting to show the others, and the map took a turn round the table and was duly admired.

Tom was bored but too polite to show it. The next item on the agenda was introducing him as the executor of the Society. The other girls looked pleased as it was announced, and some of them looked with admiration at him. Tom liked being admired, despite the sense of awkwardness it brought.

The last item, except the closing of the meeting, was the announcement of infringements and consequences. It turned out that the fact that Annabelle had been publicly punished for having been stripped by the FDF was such an infringement. The consequences for that was that she had to be punished. Furthermore it was the executors duty to perform this task.

Before Tom knew it, the girls were on their feet. Amanda ordered Annabelle to strip naked, which she promptly did, although blushing violently. Tom was asked to come forward, and Amanda picked from a bag a very menacing cane, which she handed to Tom.

Annabelle was told to place herself across the armrest of the sofa, and when she was in position, the other girls arranged themselves around her. Tom was told to be so kind and to punish the girl.

The only thing he managed to say was: 'how many?'

'Oh, we haven't decided that,' Amanda said.

The girls put their heads together and whispered for a while.

'Twelve,' Amanda announced.

'Very Well,' Tom said, stiffly.

He couldn't help staring at Annabelle's upturned bottom as the other girls grabbed her to hold her in place. Amanda stood to the side, while Lara held Annabelle's legs, Evy her arms, and Josephine had a firm grip of her head. She was now ready for her punishment.

Tom's School Days 19

I'm in two minds, really. One thought is to go on with this story, hopefully with more action in the future, think the story demands that. Or writing something different, and wait with the story. Or perhaps both?

Tom was puzzled by the exchange between Amanda Tilly and the naked girl locked in the niche. He wasn't used to hearing her talking with such authority. She obviously knew the girl being punished with detention, and she took no pity on her. Tom concluded that they most likely were very good friends.

Although Tom found the conversation intriguing, he was far more interested in studying the appearance of the girl in the recess. She had red hair, seemed as slender as, although a tad taller than, Amanda. She was pretty, although Tom wasn't too concerned with her face. He seemed never to tire of studying the female physique, and especially if it was presented in the nude.

'I think I have seen her,' he said, as they walked away.

'That was Annabelle, Annabelle Short. She's in the Society.'

'Society?'

'For the Study of Geographical Maps. You'll see her tomorrow, at the meeting.'

'Yes, I see. I suppose with more clothes on, then.'

It was supposed to be a kind of joke. Amanda just smiled gently.

'But I am sure I saw her yesterday. I remember,' he continued, 'she was being chased by GPS.'

'That's true,' Amanda said, 'that's why she's given detention.'

'Is that really fair. I mean, it wasn't her fault she was being stripped, was it?'

'Depends on how you see things. And whenever did you see students being treated fairly?'

'That's true,' Tom admitted.

'And it wasn't GPS. It was FDF.'

'Never heard of them, what's that?'

'The Fellowship for the Denuding of Females.'

'Denuding?'

'Fancy word for stripping.'

'But it was Annabelle I saw, then?'

'Yes, she has a knack for that kind of thing.'

'Surely you can't blame her?'

'Not so sure. She rather likes it.'

'Likes it?'

'Never mind, you'll get to know her better. She is nice, though.'

Tom went to his room, bewildered by Amanda. He couldn't really get to grips with her personality. On the one hand, she seemed very shy, very sweet, and kind, but he had seen other sides of her too. She was very confident in her talking to Annabelle, and she had been quite brave when he had caned her. In fact, all signs seemed to point in the direction that she had not just endured it, but rather liked it.

It was yet another side she had shown in his room. And he was not just thinking of the fact that she had been quite naked and soft, but also in her actions, after she had slipped between his sheets.

Amanda Tilly intrigued him, and although he had thought the idea of joining her society rather daft, he was now more eager to see what would come of it. The thought of being acquainted with Annabelle was not an altogether unpleasant one.

The next evening, when Tom went on his way towards the Dungeon, where the meeting was to be held, he felt a thrill of excitement. He had no interest, whatsoever, in the study of maps, but if the other members were female and as pretty as Amanda and Annabelle, it could be worthwhile. Amanda's persistence and eagerness for him to join, made him intrigued. He was looking forward to the meeting.

Tom's School Days 18

Tom couldn't quite get the image of Tamara being caned in the quad out of his head. It wasn't the first girl he had seen being put through that ordeal, but it was the first one he had an idea of who she was. Stephanie obviously knew her, and disliked her. She was without doubt delighted by it all.

The truth was that Tom was delighted too, although he held no grudge against Tamara. For him it was more about the opportunity to see a good looking girl being partly stripped in public, and in addition watching her bottom being whacked with vigour. The practice of whipping girls had been strange and unappealing to Tom, but lately he had gradually come to realise its benefits.

He was on his way back to his room, when Amanda appeared by his side.

'Hi,' she said.

'Hi,' he replied without being able to provide anything more witty.

'Long day?'

'Yeah, a long day,' he tried, in reply, 'where you are the quad, today?'

'Yeah, everyone was there. I saw you went with Steph.'

'Oh, actually,' Tom started, blushing, 'I didn't go with her. She was just there.'

'But you know her, don't you?'

'Yes, I do,' Tom admitted.

'Is she any good?'

'Pardon?'

'Is she any good? I mean, she obviously fancies you.'

'We haven't...'

'Not like with me?'

'Not exactly...'

'You know, Mr Banks, sometimes the lack of words tell more than an abundance of them.'

Tom didn't know what to reply to that.

They were walking through an archway, that led to the smaller quad that was surrounded by the student homes. To the left was a door into the building, which contained some of the lecture rooms. To the right, set in the wall, were two niches, or recesses, deep enough for a person to stand in them. They both had barred doors that would confine anyone standing in the niche.

These recesses were used for punishment. When a girl was given detention, it was served by her being locked inside.

Amanda stopped in front of one of the niches. A girl was standing inside the barred door. Tom stopped too. He didn't know why, but it seemed as if he was walking with Amanda, and when she stopped, he stopped too.

The girl behind the bars was naked. A girl given detention wasn't always naked, but it was not unusual for her punishment to be added to by having her strip before being locked in. This girl had her hands locked behind her back, with iron cuffs, without doubt to stop her from covering herself.

'You can't be standing here,' Amanda said, to the girl behind bars, 'you have things to do.'

'It's not like I have much choice, have I?' the girl replied, sharply.

'We'll deal with it later,' Amanda said.

'Come on, I didn't put myself here.'

'Didn't you?'

'No.'

'It's your problem, the minutes from the last meeting must be ready till tomorrow.'

'I'll get it sorted.'

'Good.'

Tom's School Days 15

I know some of your are complaining a bit about the lack of action, and, I assume, especially the lack of spanking actions. There won't be much in this instalment, but a hint of nudity, and a bit of a teaser at the end. It is a story, after all, and it's not just about kinky things, although most things seem to be centred around that at this school.

The weekend was on the whole quite uneventful, not even a public whipping in the quad. The teachers were aware of the fact that many students were away, and preferred to schedule those events to times when there would be a really good crowd.

On the Sunday evening, Tom said good night to his new friends, Mark and Frederick, and left for his room. When he walked through the cloister, caught up in his own thoughts, he heard a loud shriek, followed by screaming, and chuckling, and a roaring. The roaring sounded like that of teenage boys, while the shriek sounded like a girl.

All this together made Tom turn his head, only to see a naked girl at the other end of the cloister, dashing past, followed by some fully clothed boys.

The boys in the GPS are busy tonight, he chuckled to himself. GPS stood for Girl Pantsing Society, and although the expression pantsing sounded very American to Tom, he had considered joining. Especially since the members took this about pantsing so seriously. He liked the idea, but thought that you shouldn't really be mean to girls, so he had decided against joining.

The rest of the evening was as uneventful as the rest of the weekend, and Tom retired to his bed, and had just started to slip into the lovely world of dreams when a sound interrupted him.

He was sure it came from the window. At first, he wasn't sure he was awake, thinking that this may just be part of a dream. Then he heard the noise again and sat up in his bed. Something was really happening with the window.

It was with a sense of disbelief, he saw the window open, and a head peering in. Tom was intrigued, rather than frightened, and stared at the head in order to find out to whom it belonged.

'Amanda!' he gasped, at the same moment as the rest of the person fell in through the window with a crash.

'Oh, I'm sorry, I hope I didn't break anything.'

'Amanda?'

'Yes, that's me,' she said as she scrambled to her feet.

'What are you doing here?'

'Oh, I just came here to make sure you will still come to our meeting, on Tuesday.'

'Meeting?'

'Society for the Geographical Study of Maps.'

'Oh, yes, yes, I will come,' Tom mumbled, 'but why did you have to come here, and now?'

'We are keen on your joining,' Amanda said, who had now seemingly plucked up her courage and approached Tom's bed, 'the other girls and me are very anxious you will come.'

'I said I would.'

'Yes, you did, and no one is happier than me.'

'But, I don't understand.'

'I am most anxious to show you my gratitude,' she said, and Tom could see that the ordinary meekness of Amanda Tilly was replaced by a certain confidence, and a very intense light in her eyes.

Tom stared in amazement, as Amanda sat down on his bed, and although he became self conscious, aware of being dressed only in pyjamas, he couldn't take his eyes of Amanda's hands which had started unbuttoning her shirt.

Tom's School Days 13

Here it is, the next instalment of Tom's story. This will be the last one for this year, but I will be back in 2012, with Tom, Stephanie, Amanda, and all the rest. Take care, be kind to yourselves, have a very merry Christmas, Dear Readers.

'Stand up, my dear,' John said, and Tom watched in stunned amazement as Stephanie rose to her feet. Despite the situation she did it with grace, as if her body naturally expressed a knowledge that she was worth looking at. She let her arms hang by her side and made no effort to cover herself.

'I thought...' Tom stammered.

'Ah, you thought that you had locked the door and no one would bother you?'

'I suppose,' he replied.

'Thing is, Tom, it is Tom, isn't it? that you forgot something.'

'Oh!'

'There is a slate in the common room where you write down when you take the key to the Tower. Writing your name makes us know it is occupied. No one will disturb you. As it is, the Tower could have been empty.'

'Drat!' Stephanie whispered.

'Furthermore,' John, said, 'there is no note about you taking somewhere there, either.'

'I am really sorry,' Tom said.

'As you should be.'

'What will happen now?'

'Don't worry, Tom, this is a minor infringement, no need for a punishment.'

'Oh, thank you, I won't do it again.'

'I am sure you won't.'

Then silence fell. John stood looking at Stephanie, a smile on his face, his eyes burning. Stephanie was standing, erect, proudly, still very naked. Tom, on the other hand, was slowly rising from the armchair.

'The girl, on the other hand,' John said, and Tom turned to Stephanie who turned to him, their eyes meeting for a brief and worried moment.

'What about Miss Burns?' Tom said.

'I'll come to that,' John said, 'but first something more pleasurable. Turn around.'

Stephanie turned slowly. Tom say John raise his eyebrows as her bottom came into view.

'It's the talk of the school, you know. You do have a talent for this.'

'Well, thank you,' Tom felt how he blushed.

There were still marks on Stephanie's bottom, although her bottom had started to heal.

'God was in a good mood, when he created you,' John said, still smiling, as Stephanie turned her face towards him again. 'But you being here calls for a punishment.'

'But surely,' Tom said, 'it's not her fault that I forgot to write it down.'

'No, but that doesn't matter.'

'Doesn't it?'

'No, this calls for a punishment.'

Stephanie remained silent throughout.

'I think,' John continued, 'that this bottom is not yet fit for a proper punishment. I think we will have to think of something else.'

'What could that be?' Tom asked. He felt that he was responsible for the whole thing and should try to make it as easy for Stephanie as possible.

'The only thing I can think of is that Miss Burns join the Pea Soup Society.'

'The Pea Soup Society!?'

'You know what it is, don't you?'

'Yes, yes, of course.'

'She has the body for it, it will be a delight. You know we have Soup Night, coming up?'

'Yes, I know.'

Summertime

Well, it is that time of year when you go on holiday, and go visiting relatives and you generally are busy with things not blogging. It is the same for me. And I am afraid I won't be back here until August, or at least I don't think it is fair to promise to do anything before that. So, I am writing this just to let you know that the blog is not abandoned, just temporarily a little lazy.

Summer is a good time, a time of light dress, bare legs and no shoes, sun (even in UK we do have sun from time to time) and softness. Enjoy your summer and be kind to yourselves (antipodeans have to enjoy the winter or wait some time).

I will just post a silly little nothing I wrote the other day. It was one of those things when you start with just a phrase and then just write and see what happens. It was just that 'I want to see you in bikini,' that started it all, just a thought, and when I added 'she said' to it, it became something that made me continue. I honestly think this is a silly dialogue, but what's wrong with silliness?

Thank you ever so much for your kind words about my last post. It was very heart-warming and encouraging. I haven't forgotten the suggestion, some time ago, about writing about writing, about the blog, what has happened with the stories, if they have evolved and that sort of thing. Take care, Dear Readers.

'I want you in bikini,' she said and smiled to me.

'Why would you want that?'

'I think you are pretty in bikini.'

'But the others won't be in swimsuits.'

'No, but that doesn't matter, I want you in bikini.'

'That would be strange, I mean, with them in whatever they wear and me in just a bikini.'

'That's why I want it, no explanation, no reason, just having you there in a bikini, displaying that sweet little body of yours, for all to see. And hopefully you are a little embarrassed, that's very fetching.'

'I will sure be embarrassed.'

'Good. I haven't decided which one, though.'

'Oi, I haven't said I would yet.'

'I think, perhaps, the white one, with red polka dots, it's very cute.'

'It's also very small.'

'Not like the black one, the one with just a string.'

'No, that's true, but it is very low cut and the top is not big.'

'But you don't need a big top.'

'My bosoms is so small, you mean?'

'It is the perfect size, it looks lovely, really delightful.'

'I am glad you like it.'

'Don't be stupid, you know I love it,' she smiled.

'Yes, yes, I know.'

'So why not show it off?'

'Because it is very private and you don't go round and show your breasts to people.'

'That's true, maybe you shouldn't wear the top.'

'I'll take the bikini, no protests.'

'But that's a good idea, you there without a top. I can imagine what they would look like. I can see you standing there, greeting Brian, and how he wouldn't know where to look, if he was allowed to look at your bosoms or not.'

'How do you know he would want to do that. Maybe he likes bigger things.'

'I know he loves your tits.'

'How do you know that?'

'He told me.'

'He told you?'

'Yeah.'

'You have talked about my breasts with Brian?'

'Yes, and not only with him.'

'With others?'

'Yes, of course.'

'Why is that of course?'

'Because you have very lovely breasts and it's nice to share the thought with others.'

'So you have discussed my breasts with people who appreciate them?'

'Yes, most of them.'

'Who didn't like them?'

'Don't focus on the negative.'

'Who?'

'Tanya.'

'You discussed my bosoms with Tanya, a girl?'

'Yeah, why not. I am a girl and I love your boobs.'

'Boobs?'

'Yeah, or tits, or breasts, or bosoms.'

'But Tanya didn't like them?'

'She's envious.'

'How do you know?'

'Because yours look nicer.'

'Have you studied hers, then?'

'Yes, of course.'

'I haven't, but as I remember they look nice.'

'But not as well shaped. I didn't say they were ugly.'

'No, you didn't.'

'No.'

'But still, I can't believe it, you talk about my breasts with others.'

'And the rest.'

'The rest?'

'Yeah, Eric adores your tummy.'

'My tummy?'

'Yeah, he told me it was the softest, sweetest tummy he knows.'

'How would he know it is soft, he hasn't touched it?'

'It looks very soft.'

'So you agree.'

'Wholeheartedly.'

'This is mad.'

'And Rebecca loves your bottom and Mark is a sucker for your legs.'

'I don't believe this, I am just an ordinary woman.'

'No, you're not. You are special.'

'For you, perhaps, but I don't look special.'

'You do.'

'I don't.'

'Do you know what Rebecca said about your bottom?'

'No, I have no idea.'

'She praised it highly and then she said it was a spankable bottom.'

'Spankable?'

'Yeah, that she would love to spank your bottom.'

'Doesn't that hurt?'

'Of course it does.'

'But why? Does she hate me?'

'No, she adores you. She just wants to spank your bottom. For the joy of it.'

'That's mad.'

'No, not at all. I might try it myself.'

'You wouldn't dare!'

'Don't tempt me. And maybe I should let her do it.'

'You are mad.'

'Madly in love with you. Go and change to the bikini now, the guests are here soon.'

'I will, for you I will do it. But don't you dare let Rebecca get close to my bottom.'

'All right, but I am not sure I can stop John, though.'

'John?'

'He expressed something along those lines. Maybe you should take the string, it would make it easier for him. Without too much embarrassment for you.'

'I'll change into the polka dot now.'

'Yes, you do that.'

Cold

Thank you for your comments. It seems as if my latest post triggered something. I am glad to see that. I will try to reply quicker to the comments, in the future. I really like having a dialogue with you. Nikolai wrote about keeping the lookout on a ship in freezing weather and I think he hit the nail on the head, that it is the helplessness and vulnerability that are key and to some extent that makes it more easy to understand, I think. It seems as if something gruesome evokes this feeling of vulnerability that can be quite sensual. And maybe it is therefore it works...if you see what I mean.

And now a short something:

The night was falling and the thin layer of snow that had fallen that morning had almost melted away but now the cold air was descending again. He took me across the yard and to the stable. I could see in his eyes that he was in no mood for discussions.

The stable was not as cold as the outside but I still felt quite miserable standing in the dark. He switched the light on, but there was only one bare lightbulb hanging from a wire, spreading its gloomy light.

'There,' he said, and pointed on the sawhorse, 'you go on that.'

I shivered. The sawhorse meant he was angry.

'It is really cold here,' I tried.

'I know.'

I approached the dreaded device.

'Take your clothes off.'

'I can't do that, it's too cold.'

'Take your clothes off.'

I looked at him and I knew there was no room for anything but obedience.

I slipped off my jacket and trembled. I had to go on. I took off my shoes, my jeans, and my top. When he kept staring at me, I slipped off my socks and my knickers.

'Get on the horse, now.'

The concrete floor was ice cold against my bare feet and I shivered as I placed my hand on the rough wood of the horse. My fingers felt the coldness of the surface. I shook my head.

'I can't do it, it's too terrible.'

'On the horse, now!'

It was easier to do it when he was this determined, this harsh with me. I climbed the horse and gasped when my thighs and bottom touched the wood.

'Down over it.'

I laid myself down and held my breath as my belly and breasts came in contact with the coldness of the surface.

Without a word he took the ropes and tied my hands and my feet to the horse. When he was done, I did no longer have to do my best to stay on it. The ropes helped me.

'I feel cold, I will have a cup of tea,' he said and walked to the door.

'No,' I cried, 'you can't leave me here.'

'Can't I?'

He closed the door behind him.

When being tied naked to a icy wooden device in a stable seconds appear like minutes. I didn't know how long he stayed away. I was naked and helpless and shivering in the cold. I wanted him to come back, even if it brought me closer to what he had in mind.

It could have been hours, minutes, a lifetime, I didn't know, before he returned. I was happy to see him, even if he didn't speak a word as got the terrible horsewhip from its hook.

The horsewhip is fierce and horrible. It is brutal and bites into the flesh like few other things. And he was angry. He used it well on me and I could do nothing but cry and squirm and wriggle and pull at my ropes.

I was sweaty and aching when he was done. He seemed calmer, more content, but he took his time and decided to walk around the stable and look at all his gruesome tools. I stayed on the horse, naked, cold, and whipped.

Finally he untied me and we went back to the house. He carried my clothes and as we walked across the yard, towards the inviting light from our living room, snow had begun to fall.