Sweet
Surrender!
An adoring ode to the power &
glory of true &
TOTAL submission by an anonymous Miss!
"You
promised, then broke it. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
I
can't think of anything to say, & when I don't respond, she turns & walks from the
room---a little too purposely! Time seems to jump, & before I know it, she reappears in
the doorway. This time she is holding the paddle in her hand. The dreadful paddle that
means I am about to be spanked like a naughty little girl!
"Okay,
let's go," she says, pointing down the hall toward the guest bedroom. When I don't
respond fast enough for her liking, she walks to me & grabs my earlobe & lifts. I come
out of the chair, wincing in pain. She moves her grip to my arm & directs me to the
guest bedroom.
I watch as she pulls the bench away from the foot of the
bed. She is wearing a moderately tight & fashionably short suit skirt, & as she raises
the hem & sits on the bench, I can see well above the tops of her stockings, almost all
the way from the creamy white skin of her thighs to the shadowy vee of her beige, silk
panties.
"Come here!" She points to a spot directly in
front of her. "I'm sorry I don't have time to tend to you properly right now, but we
will continue this when I get home. In the meantime, get across my lap. I want to give you
something to think about until I return."
I move to her until I am pressed against her long legs. She
places her left hand against my back & forces me to bend over her knees. I grab her
ankle with my right hand, & with my left I try to support the weight of my torso, but I
can't help but bend in the middle, bowing my back & thrusting my bottom high up over her
knee.
She
doesn't speak, but I can feel her waist twist as she draws the paddle back, & twist
again as she smacks the paddle, hard, against my bottom. The pain is sharp & intense.
Even through my cotton shorts & panties, the first stroke starts a throbbing that will
not abate for several hours. Again, her waist twists, & again the paddle lands against
my vulnerable bottom. Again the twist, & again the loud report & sharp pain. Three,
four, five, six, seven, eight... the paddle strikes flatly & loudly, each one eliciting
a gasp & bringing the hint of a tear to my tightly closed eyes.
"Stand
up." She commands after 20 swats, & I rush my hands to my throbbing bottom. "I
want you to stay right here in this room until I return from my meeting. Then we'll
continue this discussion." She points toward a corner. "You can sit or stand,
but I want your face in that corner until I come back & tell you to come out. If you
need to go the the bathroom, be quick about it, or I swear I'll spank you every day for
the next month!"
As
I walk to the corner, she turns & walks to the closet & hangs the paddle on the wall
where it always stays, & closes the door. Her heels echo down the hallway & a moment
later I can hear the kitchen door open & close.
The
house is strangely quiet as I wonder how long she'll be gone & what will happen when she
returns. I rub my bottom & study the wallpaper that fills my vision, examining the
little flowers I know so well as the minutes crawl by. I peek at my watch after five long
minutes, & cautiously turn & tiptoe to the den. The book I was reading is there,
& I
take it with me to the bathroom & sit on the toilet reading & watching the time. I
know I'll hear her car or the door, & be able to get back to the corner in time, or say
I just went to the bathroom if not.
I
see the words & turn the pages, but nothing registers as I wait for her to return. I
wonder how she'll decide to punish me this day, but know she has so many methods to teach
me to behave that I have little chance of guessing right, or preparing myself for what
will come. I will suffer for lying to her, I haven't a doubt. I will be spanked until
rivers of tears flow from my eyes; they always do. But what she will use to spank me,
&
what will precede or follow the spanking is a horrible uncertainty.
Ninety
minutes have passed when I hear her car. I close the book quickly & scamper back to my
corner, hoping my heart will stop beating so loudly at the fear I feel about being
discovered disobeying her. I know she'll carry out her threat to spank me daily for a
month, because she did so once, & I will never forget how awful it was. My bottom was
sore & hot every single day, & none of my pleas for leniency were answered. Each
night, my sore bottom was bared, & spanked sorer & as soundly as if I hadn't been
spanked less than 24 hours before.
I
hear the door open & close, & I hear her heels click as she approaches me. I tense as
I feel her eyes on my back, but then her clicking heels tell me she is walking away
& I
will have to wait some more. I pray that she'll return soon & end my uncertainty, but I
cringe when I hear her clicking heels approach, then stop behind me.
"Go
upstairs & take a shower. Use the main bathroom, not the one in our room."
I
do as I'm told, departing under her intense gaze, climbing the stairs, & entering the
bathroom. I close the door &, dropping my clothes on the tiled floor, step into the
bathtub. The main bathroom is large, almost as large as the smallest bedroom, & it
contains a bathtub rather than the shower stall in our bedroom bath. The water is hot,
&
steam starts to rise. The shower curtain is nearly transparent, but the droplets running
down the curtain make the room look somehow surreal.
I
freeze when I hear the bathroom door open & her heels on the tile floor. Through the
haze of the shower curtain, I watch as she carries in the stool from our bedroom vanity
&
places it directly across from the steamy shower curtain. She has removed her dress
& is
wearing a yellow satin robe, I can see, & I also can see that she has her awful hair
brush in her hand.
It
ought to be called a spanking brush, I think miserably, since she never brushes her hair
with it. The only way she has ever used it has been to redden my backside. I watch as she
places the hairbrush on the bathroom vanity, & the sound of the wood striking the marble
sends a shudder up my spine. With a determined air, she sits down on the stool & crosses
her arms & legs. She stares directly at me, watching me through the rivulets of water
running down the shower curtain.
I
look through the hazy curtain at the hairbrush lying so innocently on the vanity top. I
know that as soon as I finish my shower I'm going to feel that brush on my bare backside,
but there are only so many times I can wash & rewash my back & shampoo my hair.
Finally, I grit my teeth & turn off the water. As I slide back the shower curtain, She
reaches for a towel & hands it to me. I step onto the soft bath mat & proceed to towel
myself dry. She stands, takes the towel from me, & walks to the clothes hamper. She even
stoops to pick up my dirty clothes & place them in the hamper, too.
I
watch as she unties her robe & shrugs it off her shoulders. She has taken off her dress,
but the rest of her lingerie is left delightfully in place. Black hose, garter belt,
panties, & bra--- she has the full-figured body of a goddess. She returns to the stool
& sits down, & picks up the awful brush.
"Get over my lap."
Bending
forward, my breasts brush her bare thigh as I climb into place. The touch of her warm skin
against my hardened nipples sends new signals to my sexuality, & I moan in fear
&
desire as I settle across her thighs.
"Please?"
I croon as I feel her rub the smooth back of the brush over & across my ass, but no
answer comes. I have been bad, & now it is time for her to punish me.
She
is a practiced spanker. She knows how to snap her wrist with every stroke to elicit the
sharpest contact from the flat wood of the brush. She also knows how to make the heat
&
pain build until I am just on the edge of surrender, then back away long enough to allow
me to collect my senses before beginning again. The gasps, grunts, yelps, whimpers,
promises, pleas &, finally, screams which invariably occur while she punishes me are
always ignored until the color & temperature of my bare skin are correct, & I sob
&
cry in a torrential emotional release that will leave me limp & cleansed of guilt
&
all of my other personal demons.
"You
know what this spanking is for."
"Y-Yes,"
I whimper, knowing she is about to start. I tense my bottom, but I know it won't help.
Nothing will. I will suffer & suffer until she decides I have suffered enough. And then
she will make me surrender to her strength & will.
I
have disobeyed her &, worse, betrayed her trust with a lie. I deserve to be disciplined.
I must be punished. She knows it, & so do I.
She shifts her position slightly to afford a better angle
to swing the hairbrush. She draws back the brush & slowly brings it lightly against my
bare & very vulnerable buttocks. Satisfied that the smooth side of the hairbrush will
land flatly against the most sensitive parts of my bottom & upper thighs, she draws back
& delivers two very sharp blows---one to each cheek. Twice again the brush descends,
this time a little lower, directly on the crease between my cheeks & upper thighs.
My eyes are closed, I grit my teeth, I hold my breath, but
nothing I do can ease or prevent the startling, searing pain as she slaps the brush
against my sensitive skin. My bottom is damp from the shower, increasing the sting
unbearably. My mouth & eyes fly open, gasps are torn from my throat, & I wonder if
I'll be able to survive what I know will come. She has only started!
Six hard, hot smacks flatten the rounded summit of the
right cheek of my ass. I gasp at each, then brace myself for her to turn her attack to my
cool, left cheek. She seems to know, & yet again thwarts me as the brush moves lower on
my right cheek & scalds the lower slope six times. My gasps are hoarse, rising pants of
pain & plea, but she only pauses long enough to choose another target, another spot of
skin to scald with six skillful, energetic strokes. My feet rub against my ankles
& my
hands ball into fists as my bottom & thighs burn. I need breath now & gasp in ragged
rents of air, but they are forced from me too soon as she continues spanking me. I feel
lightheaded. I am in agony. I fight for air & strain to escape the awful strokes of her
brush.
"Be still." I hear her voice. It is a low
&
throaty, confident & threatening. The bottom slopes of my ass throb with the echo of the
hairbrush, even though she rests its cool surface against my bottom, moving it in a circle
over both of my prickly hot bottom cheeks.
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"You'd think you'd never been spanked before!"
She adds, sliding the brush down to trace circles on my throbbing thighs.
"I-I'm s-sorry," I sputter, "B-But it
h-hurts so much!"
"Of course it does," she says harshly, turning
the brush in her hand & using the handle to pry apart my legs & bottom cheeks. The
wood is smooth & hard, but warm from her hand as it gently strokes the lips of my pussy,
then slides up to press against my puckered anus.
She
is claiming me with the brush, I know, asserting her ownership of my sexuality, my
pleasure, my pain. The respite lingers for several moments, but then the brush is turned
again & she slowly slides it down until it is resting squarely against the skin of my
upper thigh. It takes a second to realize that this is her intended target for the next
salvo. This time, instead of a series of spanks, she evenly & methodically spanks each
thigh, alternating between left & right, until each has felt the burning bite of the
brush six times.
The
pain is awful, & tears are filling my eyes & burning my nose before she pauses &
shifts a little to hold me better. I can feel the fabric of her hose & garter belt move
against my tummy & the front of my legs. This time I feel the cool wood tap lightly on
the crease between my thighs & the bottom slope of my ass cheeks. Light taps on the
right & then on the left. Again the regular, methodical, & terribly sharp spanks
begin---alternating perfectly---left, right, left, right. This time, however there is no
pause. She intends to break me with a barrage of continuous spanks against the most
sensitive area where ass meets thigh. I try to avoid the onslaught, but she holds me
tightly in place.
Again,
& again, & again, & again, & again the brush bites into my steaming skin. I plead
for mercy & grunt & gasp, but she doesn't speak or pause until, finally, I break
&
sob uncontrollably, blindly pounding my hands against the soft bath mat. Only then does
she stop, & I sob even louder as relief mingles with my misery. I collapse over her lap
& cry as she continues to hold me tightly, letting the tears carry away my guilt
&
stress.
Finally,
when I have my sobbing under control, she allows me to slide off her lap to my knees. I
bury my face against the welts of her black hose & mumble a heartfelt, "I'm sorry!
Really, really sorry!" into her lap. My hands gingerly cover my hot & tender
backside.
She
listens to my blubbering apology, then leans forward & dangles the hairbrush in front of
my face.
"Kiss
it." I humble myself by obeying her instantly, pressing my soft lips against the
wood.
"Lick
it." I obey again, my pink tongue darting out to lick the back of the brush until it
glistens.
"Stand
up." With her left hand she reaches out & slides her fingers along my shaved pussy,
probing & arousing as she looks into my eyes.
"This
is mine," she says sternly.
"Y-Yes...
Ohhhh, yessss, yes, YESSSS!"
She knows how to touch me so well,
& soon I am panting &
trembling as she tickles my clit & pushes a long finger deep inside of me. I am hers,
body & soul, & though I know her caress foretells a dreadful punishment, she forces me
to forget my fear for the minutes it takes her teasing fingers to bring me to a trembling
climax.
My
weakened knees nearly give way as stars explode before my closed eyes & waves of molten
pleasure spread from my head to my toes. I know I am mewling & gasping, but I hear
nothing until passion's red haze lifts.
"Lick
my fingers clean."
I
can smell my love scent before my eyes focus on her glistening, manicured fingers. I open
my mouth for them, then suck & lick them greedily until every drop of my dew is gone.
The fingers slowly retreat from my mouth then, & tickle my skin as they trace their way
down to my breasts. The touch of her warm skin against my hardened nipples sends new
signals to my sexuality, & I moan in fear & desire as her eyes capture mine. They
challenge me to dispute her claim to own my body & soul, but there is no challenge in my
tear-tinged, passion filled eyes. There is only yearning.
"Turn
around."
Her
hands cup my burning bottom cheeks, making me wince, but I stand still as she slides a
long finger deep in my pussy, coating it with my juices. I wriggle as she slides it out
slowly, then spreads my bottom cheeks & slowly slides it up my tight, little ass.
"This
is mine too."
In
& out her finger moves, swirling inside & spreading open my tightest opening. I shiver
with pleasure as she slides another finger in my pussy, moving it in & out in the same
rhythm as the finger fucking my ass. I feel full, so full, & I pant again as another
orgasm blooms within me & explodes in trembling waves of molten pleasure so strong that
my legs go weak & I sink to the floor. Her strong hands & long fingers follow &
support me as I crumple & convulse on the soft bathroom rug.
When
I awaken from my passionate coma, she is standing above me, a long, tall statue that seems
to reach the ceiling. She slowly strips as I gaze up at her luscious body, warm
& spent
when she begins, but aroused again by the time her slow striptease ends. My tongue
flickers over my lips hungrily as her beautiful sex shines above me.
A
wicked smile lifts her lips at my display of greed, but she crooks her finger & I
respond like a fish hooked on a line it cannot break. I rise until my mouth is level with
her sweet scented sex. I want to taste her so badly that my mouth begins to water, but I
dare not until she grants me permission.
"Thank
me."
Eagerly,
my head bobs forward, my lips & tongue gently kissing & tasting her silky warm slit
until it weeps & blooms, attracting my tongue like a flickering moth seeking the nectar
it needs to survive. I feel her every tremor against my angled face, hear her pants of
pleasure, & seek to join my lips & tongue with her swollen clit. Sucking & licking,
I gently insert a finger into her warm, wet body. She shudders, as do I, & puts her hand
on the back of my head. Guiding me & urging me with pants of pleasure, we make love as
one until she rewards my efforts with staccato shouts & quivering thighs.
She
melts to the carpet beside me, & I follow with my mouth & fingers, lost in a cloud of
lust as my strongest climax of the day mixes with hers.
She
put to me bed when we could rise from the bathroom floor, & erotic dreams of she
& I
danced in my head until I was startled awake. Groggy, it took a minute for me to realize
that the covers had been torn aside, & I was being dragged across her lap.
"W-What's
going on?" I gasped fearfully, knowing what was going on, but not the reason why.
"I
found your book in the downstairs bathroom. It was in the den when I spanked you this
morning & told you to stand in the corner. Do you want me to explain how it got from the
den to the bathroom, or do you want to confess now & save yourself some suffering?"
"B-B-But..."
I stammered, panic streaking through my awakening body & mind.
"Very
well, then," she said, then began slapping my sore, sore bottom until I was once
again her bad little girl, crying my way through a spanking.
The Blushing
End!
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