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Some time ago I wrote a story called Silver Service. A friend told me recently that it is her favourite of my stories, so I thought I would write a sequel. Here it is (At last! I know, it took ages). If anyone woould like to read the first story then it is at http://www.spankingtube.com/blog/13389/silver-service
The maid stops outside the room, and pauses. She is feeling some trepidation. Taking several deep breaths she knocks on the door. A surprisingly confident knock, no sign of the butterflies that flutter in her gut at all.
Silence greets her knock. Should she knock again? She decides yes, and again knocks confidently on the door.
Again, silence greets her knock.
She decides to wait. She feels somewhat foolish standing there by the door, a bit like a naughty schoolgirl outside the headmaster's office.
Suddenly she hears a voice from inside, "Come".
As she enters she pauses to evaluate the scene. The paintings on the wall depict just one subject: maids in uniforms just like hers being spanked, in a variety of ways. Some of the paintings are quite old. She realises that the club's maid uniform hasn't changed in countless years. Clubs like this love their traditions.
What a strange detail to notice, she thinks. She is doing anything to avoid looking at the man standing before her, or the pair of canes laid out on the table.
Suddenly she hears his voice.
"You know why you are here."
A statement of fact, not a question. Nevertheless, she decides to answer.
"Yes, I do. Sir."
"I see you admiring our paintings. They are all true life scenes. Soon I will be painting my own picture, on your bottom."
With this he picks up one of the canes.
"Now, stand before the wall, straight before that picture." He is pointing with the cane...to a painting of a maid being caned.
She stands before the painting, hands clasped together in front. As she waits she cannot help but to admire it. The quality is first class. The artist has captured the scene with great realism, and impressive attention to detail. She cannot help but imagine what the poor maid was feeling as the cane lashed down. She counts the stripes; twelve distinct lines. And perhaps there were more to come.
She wonders how many stripes she will have all too soon.
The wait goes on. She notices the smell of the room, predominantly wax polish (there must be an awful lot of polishing to do, with all those oak panels and the huge oak table) yet with a hint of cigar.
Still, she waits. The butterflies are fluttering harder.
Finally, a command: "Turn around."
She does, and stands demurely before him. She looks down rather than meet his eye.
"Look at me."
She looks up at him. He is...exactly what she imagined the club President would be. Older, distinguished, immaculately dressed and with a clear air of authority. He is a man who is used to giving orders, and seeing them obeyed, that is obvious.
He studies her too. He knows that she is no ordinary maid. But he can see it too. She acts demure, yet he can tell it isn't her normal state. He thinks she looks confident, successful.
Suddenly he pulls out a chair and sits down. "Pull up your skirt, and remove your knickers."
There isn't much skirt to pull up, for it is really quite short. He sees that she has black underwear to match the black uniform, and savours the sight as it is removed. He hadn't met her before, but he must admit that this maid was everything that he had hoped and more... Still, he better not let himself be distracted from the task at hand.
"Now come over my lap."
The next minutes will be etched on her mind forever. Perched across his lap, his hand meeting her bare bottom...getting up, being told to bend over a leather armchair...the smell of it... the wait for the cane...the sound of it cutting the air... the first agonising stroke...the wait, before the next...
In all it is eighteen strokes. Eighteen strokes, each more agonising than the last.
Afterwards, as she stands before him he tells her what is next. She must serve the members in the lounge downstairs. She may replace her skirt, but is not to put her knickers back on.
She remembers her last visit to the lounge quite vividly, and rather fondly. In fact, very fondly. Thinking of it again simply ramps up the feelings of arousal currently within her another notch...if that is possible.
Some fifteen minutes later the maid enters the lounge, carrying a tray of drinks for the members. Glasses of champagne. She scans the room as she enters, and feels too the room scanning her.
She notices the artist at the front of the room, facing the members and working at his easel. Slowly she makes her way around the members, delivering the champagne.
Finally she delivers the last glass, to the club President, who has just entered the room. At that moment he claps his hands together, and the expectant murmuring in the room subsides.
The President turns to the maid.
"Now go and fetch the cake from the kitchens".
The maid heads directly to the kitchens, where she finds a huge birthday cake bedecked with candles. It is a magnificent cake, beautifully iced. It is rather unusual for a birthday cake in that it depicts a naked bottom with distinct red tramlines etched across it. She laughs, thinking it is probably a club speciality.
When she returns, the President directs her to place the cake on a low table which is between the members and the artist.
"Perfect, now blow out the candles." One good blow does it. "Now, hold that position still" he orders.
She obeys of course, still bending. It is hard to imagine anyone disobeying his authoritative tone.
Two days later
She signs for the parcel and eagerly rushes to close the door. She quickly rips off the paper and looks at the print. She can't believe it, it is marvellous. She is the centre point, yet the whole scene with the members behind looking at her; the wood panelling, paintings and the fireplace are included. Looking at herself, the lower of her stripes are clearly visible for her skirt had ridden up as she bends to blow out the candles. She runs her finger over it. She imagines she can almost feel the raised ridges of the tramlines.
"The original is in oils, and I bet you can feel them on that. It will make a great addition to the upstairs room at the club." Henry says. "The President told me he would like to show it to you personally."
"Darling. " she replies, "You can still feel the true originals right here."
With a smile, Henry leads his wife upstairs.
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I have been in cyber spanking relationships at top but never as the bottom. Any one interested in an exsperiment
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Women are more attracted to men who pay attention, someone who remembers details about them without having to be reminded.
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Has anyone else struggled with asking for a punishment ?? like knowing if you ask for it that It will be worse because you asked for it knowing you cant beg for it to be over when you your self ask for the punishment in the first place ??? maybe its just me but I did receive a punishment last night an he went pretty easy on me so I don't feel that I in fact learned my lesson .. But yet again don't want to ask to be punished .. Undecided ..
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Do you ever wonder at the peculiarities of our desires? Since last evening, I've considered going to American Sewing Expo, Maker Faire, and Bondage Con, and checked Meetups & Fetlife for social events. I'd happily go to Board Games, Beach Bonfires, or Meet&Greet&Beat gatherings. It makes me chuckle at life's absurdities.
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After a few minutes, she pulled away from him and looked into his eyes. “Adam, are you still going to spank me?”
“What do you think, Angel?”
“I think I’d feel better if you did.” Tears started to slide down her face again.
He smiled a weak smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes and guided her over his lap. She allowed him to adjust her to his liking. Her bottom was up over his right knee, her feet barely touching the floor. She was grateful that he allowed her to rest her head on the bed. He wasted no time in starting her spanking. The first swat landed hard on her left cheek. Even through her pajamas, the pain was immediate and she cried out. He continued to apply hard, even smacks to her backside. She was soon kicking and trying to avoid each spank. “Hold still, Madison!” he ordered. “You’ve earned this spanking and you will have every last swat!” His anger from the previous night was beginning to resurface and he was really letting her have it.
She tried to do as she was told, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Then, as quickly as it had begun, the spanking stopped.
“Madison, I hope you are learning that I will not tolerate you being irresponsible with your safety. You are much too important to me for that. If I have to blister this little bottom of yours every night for a week, I will until I’ve made my point. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Adam!” she wailed. “I’m sooorrrrryyyyy! Please, I can’t take any more. Please!”
“Oh, yes, you can and you will. I’m only getting started here, young lady. When I’m done with you, you are going to remember this lesson every time you sit down for quite some time to come!” He punctuated his last declaration with another stinging slap to her already sore bottom.
When he finished his tirade, he took her pajama bottoms and pulled them down to her knees. Her panties came down next. Her stomach lurched. She didn’t think she could stand even one more swat. And he was only getting started? She seriously doubted that she would make it though this one. Before starting again, he repositioned her so that her bottom was over his left knee. He allowed her legs to fall between his then he clamped her legs between them to prevent any further kicking and wiggling. She was totally at his mercy, and unfortunately for her, he wasn’t feeling very merciful this morning. He was going to make sure that this was one lesson that would not need to be repeated.
Adam drew back his hand and let it fall hard on her exposed right cheek. She immediately cried out as a new level of pain hit her. The assault on her behind continued relentlessly until Madison couldn’t take any more and her right hand flew back in an effort to protect her poor behind. This didn’t even slow him down. He simply moved down her behind and began to spank her very tender upper thighs. She screamed with the new pain, very quickly got the message, and removed her hand. Without missing a beat, he returned to her bottom and continued about the business of painting it a very angry shade of red.
Madison felt herself on that edge, about to slip into hysterics when Adam stopped once again. This time, he stood her up and led her to the bed. He positioned some pillows in the middle of the bed and ordered her to lie across them. She did not move immediately and hesitated near him, wanting desperately to delay the inevitable. Her mind was racing trying to think of something, anything that she could say to convince him that she would never do this again, that he didn’t have to do what he had planned. Her hesitation was rewarded with several sharp smacks to her bottom, and she quickly gave up the stalling and lay over the pillows.
Madison didn’t need to look behind her to know what was happening next. The sickening sound of Adam’s belt being drawn from its loops was unmistakable. Maddy thought she was going to be physically ill again. He didn’t say a word, but drew back and let the leather do the talking for him. Maddy was immediately crying in pain and begging for Adam to stop. He was hearing none of that and continued bringing the belt down on her bottom relentlessly. After 25 or 30 of the hardest swats she thought she had ever endured, Adam stopped.
When the spanking ended, Adam immediately pulled Madison up onto his lap and into a tight hug. She buried her face into his chest and continued to sob for quite some time. The sound of her misery tore at his heart. He knew that he hadn’t stayed his strength much and that she would be sore for quite some time. He rubbed her back gently and tried to comfort her.
“Shhhh….Maddy….please don’t cry any more, Angel. It’s all over. I love you, Baby. You’re forgiven. It’s okay. Shhhhh…I love you.”
“I’m so sorrrrrryyy, Adam. Truly, I am. It won’t happen again. I promise.” She smiled weakly at him.
“Well, Sweetheart, I certainly hope it doesn’t. I don’t think your bottom could take another session like this one. And my heart can’t take another night like last night. Please don’t ever do that to me again, Maddy,” he said, looking into her rather exhausted eyes. He took pity on her and helped her into the bed and took his place beside her. He wrapped her up tightly in his arms and held her close while they both fell blissfully asleep.
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After a while, she came back and fell back into bed, ready to stay there and sleep the hangover away. Adam was having none of that. “How about some breakfast, Sweetie,” he asked. She didn’t have to see his face to hear the smile audible in his voice. He was enjoying this. She cussed him under her breath and slowly got out of bed and made her way to the kitchen with him. He made her some dry toast and black coffee, and sat them in front of her. When she crinkled her nose at it, he gave her a stern look and simply said, “Eat.” She took it for the order it obviously was, and made an effort to get the food down. As they sat silently through breakfast, she kept stealing looks at his face, trying to gauge just how much trouble she was in. His face gave nothing away, making her even more nervous. She wished he would just start yelling and get it over with. Yelling, however, was not what he had in mind.
After she finished her toast, he reached over and took her hand in his, and with the other he tipped her chin up so that he could look into her eyes as he spoke. “Young lady, we have some things to discuss, don’t we?”
“Oh, please, Adam, not right now,” she whined. “I feel badly enough already. Please… can’t this just wait until tomorrow?”
“I’m afraid not, Madison. Now, I want you to go back to our bedroom and wait for me. I’ll be there in a minute. While you are waiting, I want you to think about what could have happened if you had gotten behind the wheel of your car last night.”
Madison’s heart sank. She knew there was no point in arguing with him. She had learned the hard way that arguing only made things worse. She got up from the table and slowly made her way to their room. Once there, she sat on the edge of the bed, nervously biting her lip waiting for him. She hated the waiting and was positive that this was exactly why he made her do it. He didn’t make her wait long this morning, though, and her heart began to pound as he came in the room, closed the door behind himself, and joined her on the bed.
“Maddy, tell me what you’ve been thinking about.”
The absolute truth was she had been thinking how very much she did NOT want a spanking. Knowing better than to share this little fact with him, she did her best to give him the answer he was looking for. “I know that I had too much to drink last night and I was going to drive home that way. I should have called you for a ride, but I didn’t.”
“Well, young lady, that’s a good start. You could have killed someone else last night, or you could have killed yourself. I couldn’t stand it if you ever did anything to take yourself away from me, Maddy.” His voice cracked as he finished the sentence, and the reality of what she had done began to sink in.
“Oh, Adam, I am so sorry!” Tears began to flow. “I am sorry I made you worry, Honey. I’m sorry I didn’t call to let you know I was okay. Most of all, I am very sorry that I didn’t call you and let you know that I needed a ride. I don’t know what got into me.” She was sobbing uncontrollably at this point.
He took his wife into his arms and held her as he softly chuckled. “I know exactly what got into you, dear. I think from the receipt that fell out of your pocket last night, it was about 5 rum and Cokes.”
She continued to cry. “I know, I know, Adam. I swear, I didn’t mean to drink that much! I won’t ever do it again. It was just such a horrible week. It felt good to let it all go.”
“I know it was a bad week, Madison, but that’s no excuse. In fact, it’s no excuse for any of your horrible behavior last week. I love you, Sweetheart, and I am always here to listen to you if you want to talk about what’s going on at work. But I am not here for you to treat like dirt on your shoes because your job has put you in a bad mood. Is that clear? “
A fresh wave of guilt overtook her as she thought about how horrible she had been to him. She shook her head that she understood and continued to cry. “I am so sorry, Adam. Really I am. It won’t happen again, I promise.”
Her cries broke his heart, and he held her tighter. “Shhhhhh, Sweetie, please. It’s okay. I’m glad to hear that you aren’t going to be putting yourself in danger like that again. I love you so much, Honey. Shhhhh…it’s okay. I just need to make some things clear to you.” He held her tightly until she was able to pull herself together a bit.
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At the restaurant, the last of Madison’s co-workers were leaving and she reluctantly decided that it was probably time to get home. She glanced at her watch and was shocked. It was almost ten o’clock. Her stomach did a little flip as she realized the trouble she was probably in. However, in her condition, she found it hard to truly care. Stumbling through the parking lot and finding her car, she took her keys from her purse and fumbled to put them into the lock on the driver’s side door. As she was about to open the door, two arms wrapped around her from behind and her small hands were taken into his. Before she had time to scream, she recognized his voice as Adam leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Little Girl, you are in so much trouble. Give me those keys, NOW!”
She spun around to find him giving her a very stern “boy are you gonna get it” look. For some reason passing understanding, she found this very funny began to giggle. Not seeing anything the least bit funny with the situation, Adam took his wife roughly by the arm and marched her to his car and placed her inside the passenger side. He reached in and pulled the safety belt across her, snapped it into place, and stalked around to the driver’s side.
The drive home only served to fan the flames of Adam’s anger. The whole way home, Madison rambled on about her evening like nothing was wrong. She didn’t even think to be sorry for her behavior, for making Adam worry, or for very nearly getting behind the wheel of the car in her inebriated condition. Adam didn’t say a word to her. He simply fumed. Hearing her talk, slurring her words, and giggling over nothing, he knew that she was entirely too far gone for her to understand why he was upset.
Once home, Adam helped her get out of her clothes and into bed. He realized that trying to have a discussion with her at this point would be a futile effort, at best. That discussion would have to wait. He helped her under the sheets and pulled them up over her. “Good night, Maddy,” he said. Her only response was a soft snore. He smiled and looked down at the face of his angel. God, he loved this woman. He was so relieved that she was okay. He didn’t know how he would go on if anything ever happened to her. But she was fine and sleeping peacefully here in their bed. He slid in bed beside her and pulled her close to his chest. There would be time for other discussions tomorrow, but for tonight, he was thankful to have her safely in his arms where she belonged. He took in a deep breath, drew in her scent, and drifted peacefully off to sleep.
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It had been a crazy week at work. There had been critical deadlines to meet and irate customers with which to deal. Madison was physically exhausted and mentally drained. So when her friend at work suggested a stop at a local restaurant for happy hour, the thought really appealed to her. She called Adam to let him know that she would be a little late getting home. Adam was aware of the pressure she had been under and the week she had been through, so he didn’t balk at the idea of her blowing off a little steam with her coworkers. Perhaps it would help to quell the foul mood she had been in all week as well.
“I won’t be long, Adam. Seven o’clock at the latest,” she told him.
“Have fun, Sweetheart. I love you!” he replied. “Oh, and Maddy??? Behave yourself.”
She smiled. “You know me.”
“I sure do, Angel. That’s exactly what I’m talking about,” he teased.
She hung up the phone still grinning. To say that Adam was the love of her life didn’t quite do the relationship justice, for Madison felt it was much more than that. He was her very own personal miracle, sent to rescue her from herself and her often-times self-destructive ways. Adam was gentle, caring, and very protective of her, but he also held her accountable for her behavior. He wasn’t one to sit on his hands when she was being reckless, irresponsible, or just simply being a brat. The first time he pulled her over his knee for some much-needed correction, she was almost too shocked to even fight him. She did, however, recover from the shock as the pain began to build, and she began to fuss, fight, and cuss him for everything she was worth. This didn’t dissuade him from his mission, he easily handled her and she was one well-spanked young lady that evening. Since that time, their relationship had grown and they had reached an understanding. Madison would work on taking care of herself, meeting her responsibilities, and curbing her sometimes nasty attitude that was often accompanied by a rather foul mouth. When she came up short, he was right there to take her in hand and remind her of her responsibilities. This was not something she ever enjoyed, so she worked hard to avoid it at all costs. At first it was simply that she wanted to avoid the considerable pain. As their relationship developed, it became more that she wanted to do everything she could to avoid disappointing him. She hated the look in his eyes when she knew that she had let him down. It hurt her almost as much as the punishment that would surely follow. Recently, she had behaved very well and had managed to avoid being spanked for several months –somewhat of a record for her. As she ordered the first round at the bar, she was blissfully unaware that the streak was about to come to a painful end.
The evening started out like any other evening out with the gang from work. But as the second and third rounds were delivered, Madison found herself completely relaxed and without a care in her head. She liked the way it felt. She liked it a lot. Seven o’clock soon came and went and Madison was still going strong. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she knew she had had too much, but she just couldn’t seem to make herself care enough to stop. She was having a good time, the week from Hell was fading away, and she was feeling no pain.
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Bored. Hyper. Not a damn thing to do here in Mayberry.
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How and when can you differentiate the two?
After almost 3 years of thinking I was a sub/slave, I'm wondering if my title was fool.
I was told different than what others were told. I was also told these people were lying. So I made a fake profile to investigate what I knew all along. They was not the ones lying.
So I ask again. Sub or fool.
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So Ive managed to stay out of trouble some what for that last two weeks .. Although we do regular spanking every Monday to keep me in line we have not done them for one reason or another .. I was really tired last night an, was half way a sleep when I managed to piss off my husband , im not even a hundred percent what I said to him to be honest but he got up an left the room soon after I fell asleep .. when I woke this morning I realized he was upset with me .. so after he left for work I ask why an he hasn't yet told me but did say I am in trouble. an I no that if im not punished regularly I tend to get a bit sassy .. so im wondering what I should receive for my poor behavior ?
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Although your brain is only 2% of your body mass, it burns 20% of your calories daily.
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13 évesen rossz fát tettem a tűzre ezért kikaptam nagyon élveztem amikor a fenekemet verték el nadrágon keresztül azota nagyon izgat a spaking de ennek adását partnert keresek aki alaposan elfenekel akár redszereségel
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1) Where's the best place to get spanking-friendly (i.e. open back) garterbelts in sizes that will fit men?
2) Don't laugh - this is a serious question. Where can I get my rear shaved? I can't quite manage it by myself since I can't really see what I'm doing. And I don't think I'm up for one of those wax things. Will the people who do those shave you instead? If not, who will?
Thanks in advance for any help.
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HOW IS EVERYONE I HOPE GOOD .we will be putting up more movies soon ,thank you
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If you were to have purchased an iPhone piece-by-piece in 1991, it would have cost you a total of $3.56 million.
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Lately I've had to become a little more picky about who I am accepting friend requests from to weed out the fake profiles and those that I don't share many common interests with after being bombarded with friend requests and private messages over the last few months.Anyways in doing so I started to check for people with pictures,blog entries, and those that take the time to fill out there profile information and denying folks that don't.Please tell me I'm not the only one that does this? Apparently in doing so I've ticked some folks off by choosing who I accept friend requests from and who I don't lol because now I am getting nasty messages so to the idiot today that thanked me for the non friendship your very welcome flotsam!
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Today I got a spanking from a good friend who I thought could not bring me to tears. I was so wrong and surprise. My ass is so sore and it is very hard to sit. My ass is still on fire. I know I am going to try to make sure I do everything need to do to stay healthy and happy. I want to live a loner life. I want to achieve my goals that I have set for my life. I am glad that today I got a spanking and I learn that I will not underestimate my good friend again. very sore
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The phone number "867-5309", from Tommy Tutone's hit song, sold on eBay for almost $190,000 in 2009.