London’s Long Day

Hi my friends new and old,

For all of us that are hurting, scared, angry, and confused right now I hear you. I feel it with you. I stand with you. In these times that feel so desperate, hopeless and lost we will find peace in each other but also strength. We will stand. We will fight. We will prevail. It will be ugly, but I swear we will not be another generation hiding in fear for our rights, our bodies, our marriages and our peace. I love you guys. Be safe. Give them hell.

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Andi pulled off the white straw hat that was containing her long red curls and crossed to the bed sitting in the center of the room.

“London! Get UP! We are going to be late checking out of the hotel!” The small lump buried under the covers didn’t move.

Andi shook her head and bent over, sharply smacking the upturned bottom still covered by the white down comforter. The brunette barely moved and grunted. “Come on up! Up! Up!” She punctuated each “up” with a sharp smack.

The brat whimpered and growled. “I’m coming, I’m comingggg,” she promised through her frustration which was evident in the way she kicked her legs wildly.

“You better be. I’m taking this suitcase out to the car and if you aren’t up and moving when I’m back so help me you won’t sit comfortably in the car today.”

The only response was more kicking of the feet and a low growl.

Andi struggled the duffle and two suitcases into the elevator and punched the button for the ground floor. Tiredness felt like a heavy blanket over her which got even heavier when she walked into the thick Texas heat. Instantly a layer of sweat formed across her body. She rolled the luggage to the back of her SUV and threw the suitcases in, too tired to care where they landed. Just before throwing in her duffle, she eyed it, considering if she might need it later.

Nodding, she closed her hatch before moving the duffle to the backseat for easier access. Andi squinted at the sun before wiping her brow and turning back to the hotel.

Back on their floor, Andi slid the key card into the heavy door and began to push it open, only to realize the secondary lock was engaged.  “London,” she muttered to herself. At least she had been out of bed at some point to do this. Quickly she took her phone out of her pocket and called the brat’s phone. Straight to voicemail.

“London Eve Wells, you have exactly two minutes to open this door or so help me god, you will be spending the entire night in the corner. No phone. No TV. No nothing but the corner,” she harshly whispered into the phone.

It was 10:30 am, and there were people all over the hallway going in and out, hauling luggage, sipping coffee, and trying to not look too interested in what she was doing at the door. Exasperated, Andi punched the end-call button on her phone before pushing the door handle again. Still the same, it was locked from the inside, and that woman was asking for it.

Andi leaned against the wall across from the hotel room door, seething. They were going to be late checking out for sure. It was 10:47 and 17 minutes since she had called London. She was awake. Andi heard movement when she pressed her ear to the door. The shower had come on, and there was music on. Suddenly she heard a click.

Andi rushed to check with the key, and this time the door hissed open, and she caught a glance of London running back towards the bathroom. Andi let the door slam shut behind her as she followed her into the bathroom. She was nude in the shower, trying to act natural.

“Get out right now, London Eve. We need to go.”

London continued with her shower.

“I’m not asking you again. I’ll pull you out myself and take my belt to your wet backside.” London turned her back to Andi and continued to ignore her.

“Fine. If that’s the way you want it. I warned you.”  Andi opened the shower door, fully clothed, boots and all, and stepped half in the shower. She grabbed London’s arm firmly before tugging the girl, causing her to stumble out of the shower and into Andi’s arms.

“Leave me alone!” London screeched.

“Oh, no, little brat, you’ve been begging for this.” Andi pointed her towards the bathroom counter and pushed her over it.

“No!!! I didn’t mean it!”

Andi shook her head. With one hand, she held London against the bathroom counter, and with the other, she unbuckled her belt, pulling it out of the loops.

“London, you know better than to not listen when I tell you to do something. You know better than to lock me out of the hotel room. Do you understand why I’m about to give you a dose of this belt, little girl?”

 London squirmed hard under Andi’s hand. “NO! I don’t want the belt! I don’t like it.” she begged.

“Well, everything else is in the car where we should be. So the belt it is, little girl.”

Andi carefully doubled the belt and stepped back before bringing down a lash across London’s still damp upturned cheeks.

“Oowww.” London hissed.

“You will never, and I mean never, lock me out of anything again because you are mad at me! If you need space, you tell me but doing that isn’t the way to go about it! It’s childish and unacceptable!” Andi lectured, following up each statement with a lash from her belt.

London hung onto the cold counter and squirmed as Andi brought the belt down across her bottom in lines of pain over and over. Andi overlapped the lashes, heating up the middle of her butt to almost the middle of her thighs.

“Owww, Andi! I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again, I promise!” She danced under the stokes and every few moments dared to look in the mirror at Andi. She stood tall and foreboding, in her sleeveless top and tight dark jeans. The mixture was intoxicating. She got what she wanted, but god, did she want it to stop. Her butt was already starting to throb.

She moved back and forth, looking for relief as Andi wrapped the belt across each sit spot, perfectly showing her displeasure with the situation.

“Let’s see if you are learning your lesson in doing what I say. Push your bottom out and ask me for the rest of your punishment, London Eve.”

She felt herself gasp as she blinked back the tears from the disappointment that Andi’s voice held.  “Please finish my spanking, ma’am.” Andi pushed her bottom out as much as possible and hid in her arms. She could hear the swoosh of the belt just before the line of fire lit across her bottom. These were somehow even harder than before. It was matched again by another lick just below it, then another. She counted twelve in her head while trying to hold her bottom perfectly still despite how hard it was in her the hot rain of the belt. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take.

“I’m so sorry, Andi. I’ll be a good girl.” She said into her arms, and finally, the punishment stopped. She heard the belt go back into the belt loops, and then a soft hand on her scorching buns. London looked up and watched Andi in the mirror.

“I know you will be. You especially will be today, or I’ll pull over on the side of the road and paddle your bare bottom no matter who sees. Do you understand me?”

London could only nod. The fire in Andi’s eyes didn’t leave room for much doubt.

“Good, I’m glad we understand one another.” London felt a soft kiss to her back and watched as Andi backed up before pulling her up off the counter into a long smothering hug. London melted into Andi’s chest enjoying how perfectly she fit just under her loves chin. Finally, Andi kissed her head and ordered,

“Dry off and put that cute sun dress on while I check the rest of the room. We are going to be late.”

A quick swat met her bottom before Andi turned to leave the room, and London felt safe to turn and look at her red-striped bottom in the mirror.

London shifted in the car seat, trying to find a comfortable way to sit on what was surely her now bruised bottom. She groaned and sunk into the chair again. There was no hope.

“You might as well give up, little miss. I got your butt good. You aren’t going to be sitting comfortably for a while yet, I’m afraid.”

 London felt Andi’s hand on her bare thigh and smiled a bit when she started rubbing small circles.

“I love you, London, but you asked for it in more ways than one, and you got it.” They glanced at one another, and Andi looked at her lovingly.

“I know. It still hurts, though.”

About that time, London’s stomach started to growl. Momentarily she kicked herself for not getting up in time to get herself some breakfast… and coffee. The coffee actually was more appealing. She needed her latte. “Andi, can you pull to the next exit so we can get coffee and food?”

 The circles on her thigh stopped moving. “There is a breakfast sandwich, snacks, water, juice, and sodas in the back. Have at it, honey.” Andi’s voice was even as she appeared to focus on the road.

“That’s not the same! I want something hot.” She felt a quick pop on her thigh, and the hand returned to rest there.

“We’ve only been on the road 30 miles, and I don’t want to stop so soon. And besides, you had that option but decided to not get up to eat or get coffee. Now it’s 12 pm, and you have a rule about no coffee after 12 anyway, don’t you? That’s at least half the reason you didn’t sleep last night. You were drinking coffee until 5.” London’s lip went out in a pout.

“Yes, but I thought the rules didn’t matter on vacation,” London argued.

Andi glanced at her with a raised brow. “The rules always matter. I’ve been lax, but it’s time to start getting back into it, so you are adjusted the day after tomorrow. Like I said, you’re not sleeping contributed to the mega tantrum of this morning. So no coffee.”

London sighed and turned the music up before staring out the window. The lack of coffee would not help all the feelings swirling inside of her. She gritted her teeth. She was going to get her coffee.

London glanced at the map display between the two women, and the miles just were not going fast enough. They had only been going 43 miles now. She resisted the urge to stomp, then got an idea when she saw a sign for a coffee shop in the next rest area. “I have to go to the bathroom!” she blurted.

Andi sighed. “Okay, we will stop at the rest area in a half-mile. Do you think you can make it?” Andi asked, glancing over.

“Yes, I think so!” London nodded. She could wait for half a mile for coffee. The thought of getting off her throbbing butt for a few minutes sure didn’t hurt either. London made a point to shake her leg and act like she was really desperate as Andi turned into the rest area. As soon as they pulled into the packed rest area, London grabbed her purse and bolted into the building.

“I’ll be right here at the car stretching!” she heard Andi call after her.

London dipped into the building and immediately looked around for the cafe sign. Peeking back to the car, she could see Andi had gotten out and was stretching in front of the car, not appearing to pay her any attention.

She crossed the room quickly and got in the short line.  Soon it was her turn to order and pay. Warm cup of liquid in her hand she picked her phone up to text Andi. *Will be a minute. Long line in for the bathroom.* She then slowly started to sip her coffee, trying to find Andi again through the big glass windows but she didn’t spot her. Maybe she had gotten back in the car or something.

“This is not the bathroom line, London Eve Wells.” A deep voice said from behind her. London jumped and turned around to look up into the green eyes of Andi. She gulped. Andi wordlessly took the cup from her and threw it into the nearby trash can.

“Let’s go.” Andi took London’s hand and led them back across the room towards the sign that clearly said bathroom. Her heart sped up.

Andi led the women towards the bathrooms that incidentally had no line and was thankful all the stalls were more than big enough for them both to fit into. She went to one on the end and pulled London in behind her. Leaning close to London’s ear, she whispered, “You better be glad there are other people here or so help me, I’d repeat what happened this morning right here and now.” She reached under London’s dress and squeezed both cheeks hard.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be getting more soon enough.”

With ease, she pulled the woman’s panties down and lifted the dress. “Go on and pee. You needed to go, no?”

London’s face flushed red before she slowly did as ordered. Andi swatted her hands away when she went to pull her underwear up and fix the dress. She motioned for her to turn around, which London did, still very red.

Andi took her time inspecting London’s still pink backside. Squeezing it and then swatting it once, making the other woman hiss.

“Take them off and fix your dress,” she ordered and then watched as London slipped the underwear off and let her dress fall into place.

“Yes ma’am,” was all she mumbled.

Andi tipped London’s face up, pecking her on the nose. “You will regret this, little girl.” London whimpered a bit but nodded.

Andi took her hand and then led them to the sink, then back out to the car and to the passenger side of the car. “Wait here,” Andi ordered before going into the back seat and pulling something out.

“Please, Andi, not that. Please, I’ll do anything. Please don’t make me sit on the punishment mat.”

Tears were filling up London’s eyes as Andi pointed to the acupuncture mat, which was covered in hundreds of dull spikes now laid out in the front passenger seat. “Now, little girl. Get in and sit, then get that dress up out of the way. The longer you fight, the longer you sit, and the longer the paddling you will be getting.”

 London shifted back and forth.

Andi raised an eyebrow.

London looked down but climbed and got in the SUV, grimacing and she slowly sat down fully onto the mat.

Andi leaned over her buckling and tightened down the seat belt. “You can stay like that until we get out of the parking lot.” Andi nodded and closed the passenger door before entering the driver’s side.

Andi backed the car out slowly and stopped at the end of the driveway for the rest stop. “Okay, fix your dress, young lady.”

London whimpered loudly and shifted. “Please, Andi, it already hurts so badly. I don’t need it bare.” London whimpered again and squirmed on the mat.

“Do as I say. We’ve already discussed that once today.”

 London hissed but slowly did as told and slipped the dress up just enough in the back so it was no longer protecting her bottom.

“Good girl. Now keep your hands off everything. No trying to take the pressure away.” London nodded and squirmed about. “I’m sorry, ma’am.”

“I know you are, little brat. You will be even sorrier soon.”

Andi pulled out of the rest stop and drove in silence for a little over 5 minutes before she merged onto a dead-end road.

“Where are we going?” London asked, looking around, a slight panic raising in her belly. She didn’t mean to actually pull over, did she?!

“What did I tell you this morning?”

 London’s eyes got big. She stuttered. “You didn’t mean that did you?”

Andi nodded. “Oh yes, I did.”

“Oh please, Andi, can’t it wait till tonight?”

“Hush before you get to ride the rest of the day on the mat,” Andi warned.

“Yes, ma’am,” London whimpered, staring out the window to nothing but wide open fields.

Andi took several more turns and ended up on a gravel road. A field of corn on one side and a pine tree patch on the other. Andi found a good spot and pulled the car over to the side of the road. She turned the car off and looked at London.

“I want you to get out of the car and get ready for your paddling. Open that back door and bend over the back seat with your bottom sticking out. I’ll be around there in just a minute to take care of you.”

London’s lip trembled. “Please, please, please, please. Andi, can’t it wait until tonight? Make it even double if we wait. I don’t want to risk a car coming and seeing.”

“If I do that it’ll be teaching you that you can get your way. Which you can’t. You manipulated me into stopping and disobeyed again. So now you will take your punishment like a good girl or tonight’s ordeal will get worse.”

London’s eyes widened. She hadn’t realized tonight would be an ordeal too. “But…. But…” London started to argue.

Andi cupped her cheek and kissed her face several times.

“There’s no butt except yours bent over, ready for the paddle in the backseat.”

London nodded and slowly got out of the car, wincing every time an tender spot was touched. Andi watched the woman close the front door and then open the back one as she was told.

Andi similarly did the same. She got out and opened the back door but instead of bending over, she fished around in her duffle for the heavy wooden object she needed for the task at hand. She pulled it out and met London’s eyes, which were wet. She paused for a moment, looking into her love’s eyes. So many tears in one day for her.

Andi went around the car holding the long, wide, sorority paddle to one of the best sites she had ever seen. Bent over was London. Her dress up around her waist revealing two perfect cheeks marked with the acupuncture mat and the belt. Still slightly red. And if she didn’t know better, trembling in anticipation.

“Tell me why I’m paddling you, London.” Andi slowly rubbed her bottom and thighs, waiting for an answer.

“Because I lied and manipulated and didn’t listen, ma’am.”

Andi nodded before switching the paddle into her left hand. “That’s right. And all that does is damage the trust we have. I’m giving you 20 good ones. You stay just like you are and don’t stand, or we will cut a switch,” Andi warned, lining up the paddle.

“Yes, ma’am,” London uttered.

Andi delivered the first swat in the middle of the meaty part of London’s bottom, then quickly followed up with four more in the exact same place. After just two swats, her bottom turned a dark pink as a few spots of dark red came through, which would turn to bruises.

London danced and squealed with every stroke but stayed just as she was. For the sixth swat, Andi moved lower to where her girl would sit the rest of the day. The clap of the paddle echoed around them on the empty road, quickly followed by cries from the woman. London’s hand came back, which Andi quickly pined to her lower back before following up with four similar swats across the sit spots and upper thighs.

Oh god, her bottom. Oh god, she danced. The desire to keep quiet left more and more with every swat. Could she take more? The paddle was jolting her entire body. It hurt in the deepest layers of her butt. Andi moved back to the meaty parts, where it didn’t hurt as much.

“Please, no more, Andi, please, I won’t be able to sit!”

“You should have thought about that before being a naughty little girl. We are halfway through now. You are doing good.” Andi held her fingers tighter as the paddle rained down 5 times quickly one after another in the same place.

The first moment stung but then pain just radiated deeply. Part of her wanted it to stop now, and the other part wanted it to never stop. “Andi!” She couldn’t help but whimper. Her top moved the paddle lower again against the sit spots.

“Almost, little girl. Almost.” The paddle collided loudly, and she howled. The pain was more focused now. The most tender areas were being targeted. Again and again. She gripped the seat and struggled to free her hand from Andi’s grip all at once.

“I’m sorry ma’am, so sorry!” she blubbered as the last two swats fell. Andi threw the paddle over her head and into the car and gently started rubbing her searing hot buns.

“That’s my sweet girl,” she murmured as London felt Andi’s body against hers. Rubbing and holding. She melted and couldn’t help crying harder as Andi quietly started singing to her.

“Cuddle? Lap?” London asked.

Wordlessly, Andi fixed her dress and pulled her away from the car before sitting where she had been bent and pulled London into a hug, settling her gently on her lap. Andi’s strong arms wrapped around her, and kissed her face lightly. “I love you, little London. You are my sweet, obedient, kind, thoughtful girl. You took your paddling so well. I don’t want to have to pull over the car again today, okay?”

London nodded into Andi’s chest and kept a tight grip as she kept crying. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I don’t know what got into me.”

Andi rubbed her bottom slowly, allowing her to calm down. “You are forgiven, love. Let’s just have a good rest of the day, okay?”

London nodded, and the couple stayed for several long minutes until Andi slowly helped London back into the front seat as the mat went back into the duffle bag.

“That was a nice dinner. I’m glad we decided to go eat someplace instead of ordering in.” Andi commented as the two women made it back to their hotel room.

“Me too. It’s nice when we can just sit and talk.” London sweetly kissed Andi’s lips.

Andi held the woman close as her hands started to roam slowly across her body. Andi returned the kiss before pulling back.  “We need to finish our discussion from today.”

London stilled and eyes widened. “Andi.. my bottom already hurts a lot. I don’t want more.”

Andi held the woman’s cheek and looked at her for several long moments. “It’s not about what you want. It’s about what you need.” Andi kissed the woman’s forehead and tapped her butt. “Let’s get this over with then we can spend the rest of the night doing much nicer things with one another.”

London’s eyes softened into a pout. Andi shook her head. That woman surely was something. Tempting to be naughty even after getting her butt roasted twice today.

“I told you if there was any trouble today, we would talk tonight. And it’s tonight.” Andi stepped away from London and crossed to sit on the end of their bed. “Get me the rubber paddle, and come put yourself over my lap.”

Andi could feel the chill across the room as she watched London decide what to do. Slowly the brat moved towards the duffle and unzipped it before rifling through it. She turned on her heel and looked at Andi for a long time. Andi just waited.

“Please, Andi…. I’ll be so good tomorrow. You won’t have to even wake me up. I won’t even mention coffee!” She tried.

 Andi just raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, okay,” she mumbled before trudging across the dimly lit room.

Andi looked up into London’s grey eyes and held her hand out. Her brat placed the paddle there and looked down.

“Here, ma’am.”

“Thank you. Now over you go.” Andi slowly helped London over her lap, letting her head and feet both dangle. She rubbed the paddle across the seat of her dress trousers.“Tell me what we have learned today, London Eve.”

The woman’s body went completely limp. “To do as you tell me to. And I’m not allowed coffee after 12. And lying and manipulating you is not okay. And neither is locking you out or ignoring you.”

Andi tapped the paddle lightly. “Very good. It seems you have been learning your lesson today.” She kept tapping and continued. “Tell me why those are important lessons, London Eve.” The woman squirmed across her lap, so she held her a bit closer.

“Because we are in a relationship that requires trust and communication. When I lie to you and manipulate you, it affects that, ma’am. And drinking coffee has always been a rule that benefits my health which you think the most important fuels are.” London recited.

London was breathing hard, waiting for the paddle to start landing on her sore backside. Even the light taps were a bit uncomfortable.

“And why are the rules about your health and safety the most important thing to me?” Andi asked from behind her.

London took a deep breath, “Because I am the most important thing to you, ma’am.” The paddle landed with a slightly harder tap but nowhere near a full swat she knew it was capable of. It still caused her to gasp.

“That’s very correct, my dear. Now saying all this, I think there is something else you need to tell me isn’t there?”

London’s heart sped up as the paddle stopped tapping. She could imagine Andi behind her holding it ready to encourage her response. “I- I’m not sure, ma’am. About what?” London confessed. The paddle returned to its slow, soft taps.

“About why you’ve been acting this way all day to begin with. Being a brat, sure. But disrespectful and intentionally arguing and breaking your rules is not like you.”

Andi squeezed her hip as tension filled her body. She didn’t want to talk about that. She’d rather take all the swats than talk about this. “Are you going to paddle me or not, Andi? I’m getting dizzy being like this!” she tried.

“Not until I’m good and ready,” Andi asserted before moving them just enough to pull her up onto the bed for her head to rest on.

London groaned. Fuckin Andi.

“Answer me, London.” Another slightly harder tap landed. The room was quiet for a long moment before London blurted,

“Because I’m worried. Because what if I never see you again?” London’s voice cracked against her wishes, and she felt tears bubble from deep in her gut. The tapping stopped, and a gentle hand started rubbing now.

“So you think it would help to push us apart in the last few days we have together with acting like this?” Andi pressed.

“I- I don’t know! It doesn’t make sense. It just…happens.” London gasps into the bed as the tears speed up. Her body felt like it was going to combust. She clung to the blanket and melted further into a mess of tears. Andi’s strong arms were around her, moving them to the center of the bed, spooning her, holding her, kissing her.

“Oh, my baby, you always have this worry. Every time. But we always make it work, don’t we?” Andi asked, staying as close as possible.

“Yes but what if we don’t this time?” London shook her head and reached for her stuffed bear holding it between them as Andi continued to hold her to allow her to cry it out.

“Would it make you feel better if we planned the trip right now? We can go anywhere you want. We can even go ahead and find a place to stay.”

London just held onto Andi’s shirt shaking her head. There was a deep ache in her chest that she couldn’t explain. All she knew to do was hang onto the woman she loved.

London tried to open her eyes but it was painful. They felt swollen and were aching. She could feel Andi under her and took a deep breath enjoying her scent.

“Andi?” she murmured. The hand on her back rubbed a bit.

“I’m right here, love,” Andi hummed and moved to tuck some hair behind her ear.

“Yes, baby, I promise.”

London forced her eyes open and looked up to Andi who was watching her. “How long was I asleep?” London asked.

“Not long, half an hour, maybe.”

 London nodded and chewed her lip. They were silent for a while again, London enjoying having Andi’s full attention and love. Except she couldn’t help but wonder.

As if reading her mind, Andi said, “Go ahead and ask, love. I can hear ya thinking.”

London mewed and hid her face, “Why didn’t you… ya know?”

“Why didn’t I give you a licking with that paddle?” Andi supplied.

 London nodded, pulling the blanket over her tighter.

“Because that’s not what you needed from me. You showed me your submission and was honest. I think this right here is what you needed more than anything.” Andi gently combed her fingers through London’s locks just watching her.

“It’s scary saying goodbye. You never know what might keep us apart again. Another pandemic. Or a war. Or even… ourselves.” London confessed.

Andi shared a sad smile. “None of that has stopped us so far. It might take time and be a pain in the butt, but I promise you. This is not it, my love. I plan to spend a very long time taking care of you, little girl.”

London felt her cheeks heat up as Andi planted a kiss on the forehead. “Promise?” London asked quietly.

“With everything in me.” Andi tapped her nose and smiled before kissing her again.

“Love you,” London murmured.

“Love you too. Now what do you say we finish this day how it started? With you naked in the shower?” Andi’s eyes gleamed, and her mouth turned to a smirk.

“I think that’s the best idea you’ve had all day.” London slicked out of bed quickly, followed by Andi.

The Tail of Two Wolves – Part Two

YIKES. Sooo I just realized this has been sitting in my drafts for MONTHS and I somehow f***** up getting it posted. Alas here is part 2 to The Tail of Two Wolves. Again thank you to my very special Stardawn Cabot for putting up with me. ❤

“Hey now,” I warned as I finally moved my hand to her right cheek. “You know better than that. You also know we are far from done.” I then proceeded to light up her right cheek, focusing only on it until she squealed in protest.

Pulling back, I kneaded again, giving her a moment to settle and refocus.  A good thirty seconds passed, maybe a full minute before I raised my hand again.

I tried to catch my breath when I felt Wolfie’s hand leave my bottom again. That wasn’t good. I tensed slightly waiting for her hand to fall again. And fall it did. It was hard and stingy and the swats were meshing together to create a molten hot mess of my bottom. My hips squirmed every single swat that landed. The sound reverberated loudly and drowned out my noises of discomfort. Her arm tightened around me as she held me securely in place. She was trying to make a point and using my bottom for the lesson. She squeezed my fingers again in reassurance.

“Owie, Wolf! That hurts.” I swear she smacked harder when I started to squeal in pain. I could only imagine the satisfied look on her face.

“It’s a spanking, it’s supposed to hurt, little girl.”

My body tingled with her quiet scolding. I could only mew as she made the swats impossibly harder and lower. She went to my thighs and started spanking there.

“Wolfie! OW! Not my thighs! Please!!” I kicked and squirmed from the first swat. They hurt so much more. Damn it. “OW!!”

She stopped only a moment, “If you keep kicking we will be getting out the cane and I’ll bend you over the desk.”

Her threat made me tear up. As soon as she was done talking she went back to spanking me as hard as she could with her hand focusing mainly on the thighs.

“You are turning my favorite nice pink color,” she mused as she finally stopped and traced the underside of each cheek.

“Wolfieeeee. It hurts,” I pleaded. And it did. Even her light rubbing touch was slightly uncomfortable.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me or should I keep going?” she questioned while still playing with my bottom.

I gave my naughty little wolf a pat, knowing what she was thinking.  She hadn’t near enough attention yet, but I always gave her the chance. She whined a moment, but then kicked her leg. “I’m not a girl, I’m a wolf,” she reiterated.

“I see,” I said, giving her another pat before I reached over and picked up her favorite hairbrush from the nightstand. “Then we need to step this up a bit.”

She groaned and squirmed as I rubbed the cool wood over her bottom, almost as if she was rethinking her choice, but then kicked again.  That was my cue.  I pulled back the hairbrush and let her have the first pop.  It wasn’t hard, but enough to let her know that I wasn’t playing around.  She had just asked for more, and more I was willing to give.

I started out slowly, but methodically, as I moved from cheek to cheek in a steady and stingy rhythm.  My naughty wolf yipped in protest, but I didn’t let that deter me.

“You like it when I paint your bottom red with this, don’t you?”

“No,” she whined and kicked again.

Pop pop pop, went the brush, definitely making its impression. The pinkened cheeks slowly started to deepen in color as I was making sure my point was well understood. Pop pop pop, I continued the drumming just as her toes echoed my rhythm on the bed quilt.

“Owie,” my brat cried.

Pop pop pop.

“Please,” she begged.

Pop pop pop.

“Okay!  Owie!” she finally claimed, her voice rising into that tone in which I knew she was getting close to giving in.

I clung to the bedsheets as the sting in my bottom grew to an almost unbearable level. Damn that brush. Damn my need to be smacked at 3 in the morning. She wasn’t holding back. She now was focusing on the extra sensitive area at the very bottom of my cheeks. It got harder and harder not to fight for her to stop the spanking.

“Owie, Wolfie!” I flexed my toes and she drummed my bottom. I struggled to catch my breath just as my bottom was struggling to not roll off her lap and beg off.

“Wolf! It hurts! Ow ow ow!”

She didn’t respond, but did slow, only to make the swats fuller and I’m not sure how, but stingier too!. The swats seemed to send my entire body into shock and there was not a chance of just relaxing into it! She intended for me to not want or ask for anymore for a few hours at least.  Another hot swat fell and I couldn’t help the tears that leaked into out of my eyes,

“Wolfie! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, ma’am!” I was desperate now. My bottom felt like it couldn’t get any sorer. From just below my tailbone to the top quarter of my thighs felt like 100 bees were inside my skin stinging me over and over.

With two more pops, she stopped and sat the brush aside. I felt her hand come and begin to gently rub my hurt bottom. “Are you going to behave and sleep now, little wolf?”

 I nodded.  “Yes ma’am. Sleep and behave.” I whimpered when she pinched a cheek.

I gave my brat a pinch and then patted the pillow next to me.  She smiled and moved to lay with her nose just inches from mine. I couldn’t help giving it a little kiss.  “Remember you said you were ready to sleep.”

Her lip tucked into a small pout but she nodded as she shoved her shorts off and kicked them across the room.

“Can I stay?”

“Yes, if you also promise not to steal the covers.”

“I need Luna,” she mumbles, her eyes already closing.

I let out a small sigh and sat up to retrieve her stuffed bear. it had been knocked to the floor during the ruckus. Handing her her bear, I kissed her cheek again.  “Night, honey.”

“Night, Wolfie,” she again mumbled.  “Forgive?”

“Of course I forgive you.  My girl.  My wolf.  Love you.”

“Love too,” my girl nodded and snuggled into her pillow.

With a small smile and another sigh, I settled back into my side of the bed and tucked into my own pillow.   I turned to watch her breathe.  She’s quiet now, and still.  I think she’s fallen asleep.  I watched her for several minutes, my own eyes starting to finally feel heavy again.

“Night, little wolf,” I whisper before finally giving in.  I think we’ll both sleep well… well at least for the rest of this night.

The End… for now.

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The Tail of Two Wolves – Part One

Hi everyone this is part one of a new story I wrote with my wonderful friend Stardawn Cabot! Check her out and follow her blog here! Thanks for another round of fun Stardawn! If you enjoy this story give me a follow for part two and leave a comment below! I look forward to hearing from everyone!

Stay spanky and stay safe! – LT 🍑

I sighed and stared at the ceiling of the dark hotel room. I turned onto my right side and looked across the room to see my wolf curled up quietly snoring. I kicked the blankets before flopping back onto my back as the air conditioner clicked on again. It had to be 3 am now. Wolfie had been asleep for at least four hours and I had been relegated to bed, phone-free when she went herself. She was tired and passed out fast, but I didn’t feel the same. I couldn’t resist kicking the mattress again. My body had grown accustomed to going asleep with a hot bottom the past six nights and it wasn’t happy tonight was different.

            “Ah, fer fucks sake.” I grabbed Luna by the arm and stood to sneak around to the empty side of her bed. I carefully pulled the blanket back and slid into bed careful to dodge the long brown hair feathered across the pillows.

            I laid down on the cool sheets and wiggled as close to her as possible. I froze for a moment when she twitched watching to see if I had woken her before I whispered, “Wolfie.” I chewed my lip as she didn’t move again. I carefully poked her cheek. “Wolfie.”

            She moved her head and stopped snoring, but didn’t wake up. I growled a little. It wasn’t fair for her to be asleep when I was awake and right here!

            “Wolfie, wake up.” I poked her in the chest a little harder.

I felt myself snort as I woke up to something poking me. I opened one eye only to discover that I was no longer alone. My little pup had decided to crawl into bed next to me.

“What time is it?” I mumbled. “Ugh.  Why aren’t you asleep?”

            She said nothing, of course, only giving me those ‘big puppy-dog eyes.’ She was lonely and wanted me.

            “Oh, alright,” I said as I opened my arms and my little wolf made herself comfortable using my chest as her pillow.

            Satisfied that I might be able to close my eyes and return to my slumber, I attempted to do so, only to be interrupted by a squirm, another poke, and a whimper.

            “Yessss?” I drew out.

            “I can’t sleep.”

            “I see.” I reached down and grabbed the nearest cheek, giving her bottom a good squeeze, “You need to try.”

            I squeezed again. “Yes?” I asked as her lip fell into a pout. “If you can behave you can stay here.  If not, you have to go back to your own bed.” The pouting lip protruded further, but I tapped her on the end of the nose.  “I mean it, little girl. I’m tired and if you keep poking your wolf, you’re going to get a reaction that you’re not going to like.”

My bottom tingled under Wolfie’s touch as I willed myself to relax against her. I tried to silence all the other noise in the room. I focused on the sound and feel of her heartbeat under me. It was mere moments before I felt her breathing even out and the arm around me go limp. I sighed… I’ve never seen someone sleep so quickly and deeply. I closed my eyes and urged my brain to stop thinking about how much I was craving her touch. Damn… it was only twelve hours ago! Stupid brain.

               I did enjoy my position though. She was comfy and just the right temperature. I smiled a bit and tried to remember every single detail of this moment. I was enveloped in her love and the fresh smell of her soap and shampoo. The way she felt; soft yet certain. The way she sounded with the occasional little reassuring puff of a snore. The warm protected feeling I had in my tummy was just so right. I wanted to be right here forever. Well, it was almost perfect.  It was just missing one thing; a warm butt.  That would be nice. Sigh.

         I felt myself get emotional as well as I laid there on her chest. We had so little time together and I wanted every moment we had to be together, even if it’s just watching stupid Disney movies. But she was asleep! The restlessness returned and I opened my eyes and looked up at her still-sleeping face. I pulled the covers hard.

            “Wolf! Wake up!”

            The shout startled me as I felt my heart practically leap out of my chest.  “Hey! Don’t do that.  You scared me!”

“But…” she protested, that bottom lip trembling.

            “Do you need to go back to your own bed?”

            “No… I just…”

            “I just miss you,” she whined.

            “I’m right here,” I protested. “I’m tired. It’s the middle of the night!”

            “So? Wolves are supposed to be awake in the middle of the night.  We nocturnal, ‘memer?”

            “Real, wolves maybe.” I sighed heavily.  “I think I understand.”  I then moved, shooing my little pup off my chest as I sat up and tucked a pillow behind my back.

            “I think you’re asking for a bit of attention, young lady,” I announced meeting two innocent hazel eyes.

      “I not a young lady, I’m a wolf pup ,” my girl protested with a mock howl.

            “Un-huh.  You’re about to be a sorry little wolf pup,” I said as I grabbed her arm and pulled her up and over my lap. I was expecting more of a protest, but all I got was a little whine as I pulled down her pajama shorts and exposed her panties.

            “Wolfie!  That’s embarrassing!” she whined.

            “Yep,” I replied as I swatted her left cheek.  “And I’m about to make you howl, little wolf.”

            “No,” she protested as she tried to cover.

            Undaunted, I grabbed her wrist and pinned it to her back.  I swatted again, this time one good spank on the center of each cheek.

I whimpered, squirmed, and turned red as I was finally trapped bottom up over my wolfie’s lap. Her hand was slow but unrelenting in its determination to cover my bottom in warmth. My hips seemed to have a mind of their own as every swat was met with a slight move away from the sting. I tried to choke back the noise that was growing too as she expertly moved lower down my bottom smacking where it stung more and was less protected by my panties. I squeezed the hand holding mine.

I didn’t have to be quiet. We were alone and no one could hear us in the privacy of our suit.

“Wolfie!” I pleaded.

“I’m right here, honey.” She stopped a moment and slowly rubbed each cheek and gave it a squeeze. “Mine,” she murmured, before her hand made its way to the waistband of my panties. She very slowly wiggled them down my hips exposing my bare bottom to her, before she started rubbing again.

I shivered. Her hand was intoxicating to me. It was the one thing that would drive right home to my insides. Spank me all day with a paddle sure, but the moment she touched me with her palm my body melted into a pile of mush. Even if it was just a light pat or rub, I couldn’t help but squirm in reaction. It was too personal. Her skin met mine. She was hurting herself to give me what I wanted. Her hand is my kryptonite and she knew it.

“Wolfie!” I whimpered again.

I kneaded a cheek and then swatted my pup again. She was just getting warmed up and despite the late hour, I knew neither of us would be getting any sleep until she’d had her fill. I lifted my hand again, I brought it down hard on her right cheek and then again, echoing on her left.

I moved my hand across her bottom, taping the undercheek of her left side a few times, each time a little harder. By the tenth swat, she was starting to protest. I knew she hated it when I focused on only one cheek, but then again it was a great way to get her attention as well. Another dozen stingy swats rained down on the left, enough that she squirmed and almost twisted away.

“Hey now,” I warned as I finally moved my hand to her right cheek. “You know better than that. You also know we are far from done.” I then proceeded to light up her right cheek, focusing only on it until she squealed in protest.

Pulling back, I kneaded again, giving her a moment to settle and refocus. A good thirty seconds passed, maybe a full minute before I raised my hand again.

Stay tuned for part two, next Friday 12am central time. 🙂

Justice in Their Eyes

Hi spanky friends, just a quick warning this is… very mature! I hope you enjoy. 😀

Justice huffed and slammed her laptop closed. She’d been sitting there for over an hour, and no matter what she tried writing just wasn’t happening. She’d started about a dozen stories, but none of them were working. She crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair, resisting the urge to throw her mouse or, worse, computer. That’s when she looked up across the kitchen table and caught sight of Finley. At just over 6-foot, Finley’s sharp jaw was set, and brown eyebrow was raised.

            “Problem?” Finley asked, their eyes studying every move she made. Justice chewed her lip as she considered her answer. This felt like a trick question.

            “No… I’m just done…”

Finley narrowed their eyes but went back, stirring the pot on the stove.

            Justice left Finley to the cooking and went to her bedroom. She sat on the side of the bed and stared at the ugly grey carpet she had still not replaced. She sat as still as she could while willing her frustration to subside. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the sheets. She was losing the battle. She picked up a pillow and slammed it into the bed as hard as possible. She did it again. And again. And then another. Three minutes later, Justice fell to her knees, out of breath, but she didn’t feel any better. In fact, the frustration had grown. She looked at the door to the very faint noise coming from the kitchen. She growled.

            She could see the look on Finley’s face. Their eyes are full of care and concern, with just a hint of dominance. Justice sighed and stood and smoothed out her skirt in the hope that Finley wouldn’t notice her little tantrum. If they did… well…. the conversation that followed would hurt like hell.  She kicked the pillow once more before she opened her bedroom door.

            Justice stepped into the kitchen and watched Finley for a moment. They were too busy going between pots on the stove and muttering quietly to notice her. Obviously, she needed to get their attention. She took her shirt off, leaving her silk white camisole on, and threw it across the kitchen in the direction of Finley. It landed a few inches to their left on the countertop.

            “Can I help you?” Finley questioned without looking up from the stove.

            “Yes,” Justice muttered as she shifted from foot to foot, frustration very much controlling the tone she was using.

            “What can I do for you?” Finley turned and leaned against the counter, arms crossed. Justice tingled. Finley had that look. The I’m about to eat you alive look. She gulped and stepped a bit closer.

            “I am frustrated. Everything sucks. I can’t work.” Justice tried not to whine. She really did.

            “I see. And how can I help you with this?” Finley’s voice had a playful tone.

 Justice felt her face heat up. Finley was a tease. “You know how to help,” Justice challenged them.

Finley smirked. Of course, they did. But that wasn’t as fun. “I don’t. Maybe you should ask for whatever is on your mind.”

Justice crossed her arms again and growled. She turned and was about to go back to her room to hit the mattress more with the pillow when a firm voice stopped her.

            “Freeze.” Finley was next to her a moment later.

Justice was forcefully turned around and was now face to face with those grey-blue eyes. Finley gripped her chin tightly, holding eye contact. “Ask, kitten. Ask before you don’t

have a choice.”

Justice tried to squirm out of the strong grip. Finley held tight. Her stomach was tight, and every fiber of her being was on fire with frustration and arousal.

            “I know you are busy, but I need you. I need a… a spanking and… to come.”

Finley squeezed her chin just a bit before letting her go. “Then, a spanking you will get, kitten.”

Justice shivered at Finley’s deeper tone.

            “Take your panties off.”

Justice struggled to breathe. Her body was somehow hotter and more sensitive even to her own touch than just a few moments ago. She pulled up her skirt and watched, mesmerized as Finley unbuckled their belt.

Justice slowly pulled her panties down to her knees before letting them drop to the tiled floor, just as Finley gradually pulled the belt from their blue jean loops. She stepped out of her panties before letting the skirt fall again. Finley pulled the belt out the rest of the way, folded it in half, and held it to their side.

            “Good girl,” Finley said, making  Justice blush. “Hands on the counter.”

“Yes, Finley.” Justice sucked in a breath, and Finley stepped closer.  Justice met Finley’s eyes a moment before she turned and leaned over the counter.

Finley’s right hand was on her a moment later. It traveled slowly down her back, then bottom, and finally down her thighs where it slowly started to travel back up her thigh, now under her skirt, bringing the skirt with it exposing all her intimate parts to them. Finley squeezed one cheek before flipping the skirt up out of the way completely.

            “Such a lovely bottom. Will be even lovelier once I turn it red with my belt.” Finley’s hand left her bottom before she felt the tip of Finley’s belt trace up to her inner thigh and then lightly tease her sensitive lips.

            “Don’t get out of position, or you won’t get your reward.” Finley pulled the belt back and quickly slashed it across the center of her cheeks.

Justice hissed but pushed her bottom out, further willing the next swat to come in a hurry. And it did. Finley began a steady barrage of smacks from the center of her bottom down to the tops of her thighs with expert precision. Finley would travel down her ass and then back up, just barely overlapping the lashes.

While every swat heated Justice’s bottom, it also heated her core. She could feel how wet she was becoming. She pushed her bottom out further and whimpered. Everything was on fire. She resisted reaching for her clit. It ached for attention.

            “How’s that bottom, kitten?” Finley stopped after several rounds with the belt and stepped close enough for Justice to feel the jeans they were wearing press into her tender backside.

            “Hot.” She breathed out.

            “I’d imagine it is.”

Finley was leaning over her now. One arm was wrapped around her chest, and the other wrapped around resting right above her mound. Justice moaned and pushed back into Finley’s jeans, hoping to find some contact.

            “Please,” Justice begged. She was doing everything possible to be a good girl. She wanted to be allowed to come.

            “Spread,” Finley ordered right next to her ear. Their voice alone made her sex pulse.

Justice did as told and spread her legs. Finley’s hand traveled lower.

            “Wider, kitten.”

Justice whimpered and spread her legs even further apart.  She wiggled her hips, seeking Finley’s fingers.  “Finley,” she begged again just above a whisper.

Finley growled and bit her shoulder hard.

Justice whimpered in pain momentarily before following it up with a moan.

            “In time, kitten.” Finley slowly ran a single finger between her neither lips and then up around her hard clit, causing Justice to moan at the electric touch. “Such a naughty girl. Wet and ready to come just because of the kiss of my belt.” Finley kept the soft touch but continued to tease her opening and clit in turn. “I’m sure this deserves another dose of my belt, kitten. Seeing as how you aren’t learning your lesson.”

            Justice spread her legs further, and she felt the pleasure building in her middle. She squeezed her eyes shut and grabbed Finley’s hand. She moaned and began moving her hips in rhythm with Finley’s strokes.

They tutted in her ear, “Not yet, kitten. Not yet.”

Justice gasped when Finley gently pinched the bundle of nerves before popping her engorged sex and stepping back. “Remember what I said. Stay in position if you want to finish tonight.”

Justice nodded but kept her eyes closed. She now was basically laying on the counter, her legs wide on full display and wanting. Something. Anything. She missed Finley’s touch.  It was forever yet almost too soon, when Justice felt the belt rest on her flaming cheeks again. She groaned. Fuck, couldn’t Finley hurry up?

Quickly though, Finley pulled back and reconnected the belt to her right sit spot, then the left, then her right thigh, then her left once more. The pleasure built back up in her middle again with every stroke. And oh, did it hurt, but it also felt heavenly.

Finley made this a pattern. Stripe after strike meeting her sit spots and thighs. But Justice wasn’t complaining. She was teetering on the edge.  Already so close, and Finley wasn’t even touching her.

            Justice couldn’t take it anymore. She shoved her hand under her shirt in search of her nipple. She moaned when she touched the erect tissue. She bit her lip and began to pinch the sensitive skin as the swats to her bottom got even hotter.

            “So, naughty. Playing with your own nipple as I strap your bottom.” Finley delivered a final searing set of swats to the full of her cheeks and dropped the belt. Justice could feel them again just over her, pressing into her. There was nothing slow now. Finley’s hand was between her legs playing with her clit again. Circling it fast and continuously.

            “Can I please?” Justice whispered.

Finley gripped her hair lightly and pulled her head back. “Let me hear you,” Finley demanded. They then stopped just long enough to give her middle another slap, but then circled again. Her own fingers tightened around her nipple. She moaned. Finley’s circling picked up the pace.

            “Come, kitten.”

Finley let go of her hair and slapped her thigh, which is what set her over the edge into the abyss of pleasure. Justice couldn’t scream. She couldn’t moan. She just shook in Finley’s arms. Damn them. Damn their belt. She let her breath go and felt the release wash over her. She let go of her nipple, and Finley hugged her from behind.

            “There ya go, kitten. Good girl. Relax.”

Justice melted into Finley’s arms and enjoyed their strong embrace. “Thank you,” she mumbled.

            “Thank you.” They stood together in the tired quiet for several long minutes before Finley gently pulled Justice into a standing position and lead them down to her bedroom. Finley helped Justice out of her skirt and then into the bed.

            They cuddled together, both tired. Justice looked up at Finley. “Can… I… help?” She quietly asked.

Finley shook their head and gave another hug.

Justice relaxed and closed her eyes.  All her frustration was gone now. They stayed cuddled together for a while until life caught back up and required their attention. But the frustration was gone, and a story was written.

About Our Community

Hey spanko people, this post will not be the normal fun spanko discussion or stories, but I feel it is important to talk about anyway. Because of some circumstances that have happened in recent months I have been thinking a lot about safety in the community, online especially. So, I wanted to talk briefly about some things I have learned over the years and give everyone the chance to share what they have learned as well.

The first thing is to go slow! I know it is hard to go slow when we are needy and excited, but it is an important aspect of building trust in a relationship. Make sure to spend time getting to know the person you intend to meet or play with even if it is just virtually playing! Get to know their likes and dislikes both inside and outside of the kink. Additionally, trust your gut! Most of the time, if something feels ‘off’, it is. So, if something feels “off” or is making you hesitate, honor that and reevaluate the situation. Of course, do not forget safewords. I cannot say that enough…safeword, safeword, safewords. If someone does not play with or honor a safeword run the other direction! Safewords are our last line of defense against something going over the line. The universal safewords are red, yellow, and green. Red for stop, yellow for slow down, and green for good to go.

In addition to this, make sure to understand each other’s limits before playing and be honest about them. If you are unsure that is okay, just communicate! Before meeting, have conversations with your person by phone and video call. There are many different options that can be useful. This can also help with the awkwardness of seeing each other for the first time. Additionally, if possible, request references of people they have played with in the past. Tell someone else if you are meeting in person, and if you are just playing online. Don’t keep it a secret. Try to find someone you trust. When meeting, let this trusted friend know where, with whom, and how long you are meeting.

When meeting, meet for the first time in public, and again tell your trusted friend who you are meeting with and where. Set up a safety call for the meeting, have a set amount of time your trusted friend will call you in. Set up code lines that are beyond just, “Yes, I am okay.” Also, have somewhere to retreat to easily and quickly if you need to such as your car, home, or a hotel room. This is especially important where you don’t know the area you are meeting, say if you have traveled to meet someone. Finally, when sharing pictures online, be careful to check settings on your device, because some mark your GPS location. It can reveal where and when a picture was taken, and some people will take advantage of this to discover your location. People who are smart enough or motivated enough could track you, could also do you harm. Remember, any pictures you send can be used against you, so be cautious who you share them with. Lastly, if you are confused or concerned there is a great community of women who want to help and talk about it, so utilize it if you want to!

I’ll be posting stories, or other bits and pieces on Fridays for a while so hopefully I hope to see you all around!

Dear Diary 10/22

Dear Diary,

            My butt hurts. It still has stinging swollen red strips (from what I can see in the mirror) from where my Ma’am thoroughly discussed my behavior with her belt. I’m laying on my bed butt touching nothing hoping the throbbing will subside soon, while Ma’am is in the kitchen doing something. I sometimes wonder why I do this. I always talk my way into more trouble than necessary. I should have known I was in trouble with her before she got here, but alas her message of ‘we need to talk’ was not headed.

            Apparently, she had looked at my journal and realized I’d skipped five days of night meds and three days of daytime meds. That’s what warranted the little message from Ma’am. Honestly, though I was grumpy, probably from missing the meds, but that’s a moot point. When she sent me that message, I might have ignored it. And generally speaking, it’s not good to ignore your Ma’am.

            She got here and discovered my rather messy apartment, piles of dirty laundry and dishes. When she asked me why I hadn’t been keeping up with things. I might have said something along the lines of it not being her business. I can assure you that is not an acceptable response. She had me over her lap with me eye to eye with my couch cushion and bare bottom in the air before I knew what was happening. How does she move that quick?! And how do I always forget how much her hand hurts! She didn’t bother warming me up either. Her hand quickly met my skin imparting heat expressing her displeasure. I couldn’t stay still either! I know I must have looked silly as I squirmed all over her lap as my butt reddened, however, I didn’t care! It huuurrt!

            She stopped and stood me back up in front of her (and didn’t bother pulling my pants back up either!) and started her lecture over. That was so embarrassing, but part of me also wanted to curl up on her lap and cuddle. But that’s not what she had planned. I rubbed my stinging bottom and she questioned me about the state of my life. From the meds to the messy apartment. Everything in me wanted to stomp, but the cool draft of air across my bits reminded me that might not be the best idea. I was expected to stand there and answer her questions and be contrite.

            I hate being lectured and I hate admitting I messed up. But for some reason in the midst of every lecture ever Ma’am seems to bring me around to the idea that I probably deserve some consequences for my actions. I don’t care how many times she says “spanking, strapping, or paddling” it always makes my tummy do flips. And don’t get me started on “young lady, or the worse little girl” which I get if I throw a little tantrum or get whiney. Anyway. She lectured me a longggg time about my meds especially. She doesn’t like it when I skip those. It makes me not feel good, is bad for my health, yada ya ya. She ended up declaring I needed to write a freakin paper about my meds and why it was important, etc. Why do tops have to get all… educational?

            But of course, that’s not all. She declared I needed a sound strapping as a reminder to take my meds the next few days. My butt twitched as soon as she said it. And I am ashamed to admit it, but I might have tried to beg off of it. However, Ma’am got that look. The look that told me that my butt would be in dire danger if I didn’t stop it. Sure it made me pause, but I didn’t want a strapping with her mean belt! And… that’s when she said it!

            “Go get me the plug.” Yeah. That was an oh shit moment. I know my eyes must have been as big as saucers as she sat there in her sharp black business suit looking at me as serious as I have ever seen her look. “And if you don’t want to wear it the rest of the night I suggest you go and get it now.” Any thought of rebellion or sass retreated fast, let me tell you. I trudged through my apartment looking for a plug with some lube before coming back to her. She directed me over her lap and I unwillingly found myself vulnerably bottom up again. I know she must have thought me silly as I whimpered when her hand met my backside, but it is usually an involuntary response as it is usually a promise of what is to come.

            She quietly warned me before my cheeks were spread and I felt the tip of the plug pressing against me. I am still blushing at that. She pressed it slowly and smoothly into my bottom. Afterward, both of us were quite a moment. She was probably letting me get re-acquainted with my old “friend” again. I know I was squirming over her lap though as her gentle palm petted one of my cheeks then the other. It was a silent reminder of just who I belonged to. Finally, when I because used to the full feeling of the plug she quietly asked me, “Are you going to behave now, little girl?” My body shivered at her deep and dominant voice. I could only nod yes into the cushions as she tapped the end of the plug in my bottom. “Use your words, little girl.” It took me a long minute to focus enough to mutter, “yes, Ma’am.” Of course, that wasn’t a good enough response, but those details aren’t important.

            She finally had enough talking and told me it was time to get over the arm of the couch for my strapping. Seemingly, my bottom was “still warm enough” from her initial palm and bottom meeting that she didn’t “rewarm” it. I have many different parts of the spanking process that I hate and bending over the couch or bed or whatever else is just another one. It’s like having to basically ask for what’s coming. Not to mention how much more annoying it is when you have a plug filling your bottom! Alas, I didn’t have the energy or the will power to fight bending over for her even as I heard the telltale sound of her removing her belt. Also, who wears a belt with a women’s suit?! A Top evidently that’s who.

            I was over the arm of the couch holding a pillow again, but this time Ma’am stood somewhere behind me. I could feel her eyes on my raised bottom as goosebumps rose on my skin. Waiting was another part of this process I hated. I felt her rest the belt across my buns soon though and she warned me, “Stay in position unless you want extra on your thighs.” “Yes Ma’am.” was all I could manage to answer.

             The first swat always lies. It is either not as bad as you expect or a hell of a lot worse than you remember. This time it was the first. The first swat hurt sure. Especially where the tip landed on my right cheek but it was manageable with just a mew. The next was much like the first. It left some sting, but I thought it was manageable. I’m not sure when it happens probably after a dozen swats or so it becomes not manageable anymore!

            No, your butt heats up quick when it’s dancing with well-worn leather. It’s hard to describe, but it’s like this really deep burning sting that just grows across your entire bottom as the swats, build on top of each other. Ma’am is usually quiet while she’s strapping me. She doesn’t want to distract either of us from the task at hand. So, I’m left to focus on the ever-growing pain in my bottom. It can take a lot, but even after a couple of dozen stripes with the belt, I can’t keep still. My feet start jerking up off the floor with every swat she planted. That’s when she focused on my sit spots though. I don’t know how she does it, but she can magically smack the exact same spot over and over and over again. My sit spots were on fire and they were pulsing. And not to mention what every, single swat did to the plug still firmly in my bottom. Every swat made the plug move in my bottom. I would react to the feeling by tensing making the swats hurt more!

            I’m not sure how many swats I got, but I got plenty enough for my butt to be very sore. I couldn’t help, but apologize and promise to be a very good girl from then on. And I meant it! I didn’t have any desire to repeat this little session or an even worse one with her cane. I teared up as she delivered the last ten which were the hardest of them all and left the more prominent marks on my butt. I just held on to the cushion for dear life and let myself cry. As soon and she stopped with her belt her hand was on my bottom soothingly rubbing circles all over it. In a way, it hurt more for her to touch it, but I also found comfort in her touch while crying. I barely noticed when she gently removed the plug from my bottom until she was helping me to my feet. We walked to my bedroom where I was put in a PJ shirt and nothing more. She curled up on the bed with me and she spooned me. She rubbed my bottom and whispered all the loving things a Top can. It was nice from the little I remember.

            I must have fallen asleep with her in bed with me. When I woke up she was in the kitchen doing stuff. I decided to stay in here and…. Reflect. So, me reflecting… my bottom hurts. I will take my meds. I should also do some laundry and stuff…. And I’m lucky. She loves me and takes care of me even when I’m hardheaded and difficult. I can hear her in the other room probably making something for us. I’m smiling like a dummy. I need to go and tell her. Tell her how lucky I am.

– Lucky brat.

Hi all so just a quick note to say I’ll hopefully be posting regularly again in the coming weeks. I hope to be posting weekly or every other week. I’ll be doing some stories and some post about real life. Please leave a comment or like if you enjoyed this story!

Also, a lot of you may have heard, but a member of our community created a F/F spanking centered discord. We have a lot of great kinky discussion, kinklets, writing challenges, casual conversation, and even games we play over there. If you would like to join just follow the link below. If you need some help joining or getting started in discord just shoot me a email! I hope to see you there!

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Love on The Lucy Dean

Hi everyone, my book Love on The Lucy Dean is now up on the Amazon site ….go check it out 😉

Hope you like….be sure to leave a review and even if you don’t like, still feel free to review.

The paperback will also be available if ya want. It looks pretty nifty even though I say so myself 😄

Love on The Lucy Dean…..as promised a snippet 😊

Short Stuff is up to something. I know it. I should have gone with her, why the heck didn’t I? Lara remonstrated with herself as she downloaded her photos.

Darn, I’m gonna have to go and find out. Closing the lid of the laptop with a snap, Lara caught up her wallet and set off in search of Sasha. I hope she hasn’t done anything silly, and she jogged towards the village.

She heard Sasha before she saw her. Lara sighed and picked up speed. As she flew around the corner, she saw Sasha standing on the village green haranguing a police officer. Her arms waved in the air as she gesticulated.

“Oh, shoot,” she approached the commotion in effortless strides. “Anything I can do Officer?”

“And you are?” questioned the police officer.

“Lara, this, this…,” spluttered Sasha red-faced with anger. Before Lara could respond, she jabbed a finger towards the uniformed officer.

Lara grasped Sasha’s wrist and forced it down, “cool it, Sasha and hush now.”

“No, I won’t, she’s given me a ticket!” Sasha pulled her hand out of Lara’s grasp and waved a piece of paper in front of Lara’s face.

“Honey!” Lara stepped back as the ticket scraped past her nose.

“She said I required a permit to sell my sketches.”

“Is that what you’ve been doing?” Sasha nodded.

“Do you have a permit, honey?” Lara asked calmly. Sasha shook her head.

“As I have already explained to you, Miss, it is illegal to trade unless you have a registered trader’s permit.” The police officer locked eyes with Lara as though pleading for assistance.

 “And I’m not paying the fine,” piped up Sasha, and she scrunched up the paper ticket into a ball and tossed it onto the grass.

Lara raised an eyebrow, “stop your fussing right now, Sasha.”

Sasha opened her mouth and then closed it with a snap. Lara ignored her and addressed the Police Officer. “I apologise for my friend here,” behind her she heard a snort of disgust. “I’ll see she pays the fine, no doubt about that.”

“Like hell, I will,” muttered Sasha.

“Would you give us a minute, please?” Lara nodded at the officer and then grabbed Sasha by her upper arm and frogmarched her out of hearing. “You quit your fussing right now, you hear, otherwise I’m gonna take a strap to your butt when we get back home,” Lara said sternly as they stood out of earshot under the shade of the oak tree. Sasha stiffened, but the tips of her ears coloured a shade of pink.

“Now you go back to the Officer, you apologise, and you accept the ticket.” Lara placed a hand in the centre of her back and steered her firmly towards the policewoman.

Mortified, Sasha stammered out an apology, aware of Lara standing right behind her. White-faced, she accepted the reissued ticket and watched sulkily as the police officer drove away. “All my hard work for nothing,” she said bitterly. Her shoulders slumped as she read the ticket in her hand. A fine of fifty-five pounds! She risked a glance at Lara.

“I…I lost my temper,” she gave a rueful laugh.

“Mmmhmm,” Lara placed her hands on her hips.

“Er…. sorry,” Sasha nibbled on her fingernail. Oh fuck, she was in trouble.

“You and I need to talk about some things.”

“We do?” she said with alarm, and a tiny tremor rippled through her.

Lara nodded, “Oh, yes. But we’ll do that back on the boat. In the meantime, I’m hungry. Let’s go get something to eat.”

“What now?”

“Honey, you riled me right up, by the way, you lost your temper, I need to calm down before we talk about it.”

“There’s a neat little café over there, let’s go eat.”

Lara slung Sasha’s backpack onto her shoulder, gripped Sasha lightly by the upper arm and escorted her across the road to the café. She held the door open for Sasha to enter, “I never spank in anger, honey,” she said dryly as she held the café door open for Sasha to pass through.

Oooo look, Jojo is on a roll

Hello again everyone, well it’s been three years in the writing, but I’ve finally managed to finish my book. I will be self publishing on Amazon (fingers crossed sometime next week if all goes to plan). Here is what the cover will look like.

And here is the blurb…..

Sasha McKenzie, talented artist, disorganised brat, recovering from a failed love affair meets her match in the form of Lara, an architect spending the summer aboard Sasha’s beloved house boat. With understanding and great perception, Lara brings chaos under control with a steady hand, and from a rocky start love blossoms upon The Lucy Dean.

I’ll post a little snippet later on in the week 😉


It’s a sad reality that we have the term “fake orgasm” in our dictionary. It suggests that the phenomenon is prominent enough for us to feel the need to define it.

An even sadder reality? Most of us have done it.

Just think about how easy it is. A few moans, a few gasps, some clenching and you’re in business. There are numerous surveys out there that rake in the numbers on how many of us have faked an orgasm at one point or another.

This study from PubMed polled 71 sexually active heterosexual women, and most admitted to making noise during sex that had nothing to do with their own pleasure.

But the question that has been tantalizing us is: WHY?

Why do so many of us do this? Is it societal pressure? Sexual expectations? Our partner's feelings? Or just the desire to end the encounter?

Well, according to research published in the Archives of Sexual Behavior in 2013, there were four main factors that influenced women to fake orgasms (ranked in order of prevalence):

  1. Altruistic Deceit: Faking orgasm out of concern for a partner’s feelings.
  2. Fear and Insecurity: Faking orgasm to avoid negative emotions associated with the sexual experience.
  3. Elevated Arousal: A woman’s attempt to increase her own arousal through faking orgasm.
  4. Sexual Adjournment: Faking orgasm to end sex.

That's interesting, but it doesn't get into the nitty gritty of why people fake it, when and what the consequences are for the relationships and sex lives. So, we did the obvious thing: We surveyed our readers to find out when and why they faked orgasms.

And, boy oh boy, did y’all tell us some things!

Our Lovely Respondents

First and foremost, thank you to every one of you magnificent people who opened up and answered our survey. We received 1,232 responses!

The responses we got were fascinating. We spent hours reading through your comments and answers, but since we don’t expect each of you to do that, here are the key takeaways.

What We Learned

Eighty percent of respondents said they'd faked an orgasm at least once and that, on average, they faked an orgasm about 27% of the time.

But this gets even more interesting when you break the results down by gender.

Editor's Note: We did not get enough respondents that self-identified as trans or agender to draw proper representative conclusions from our survey. To avoid bias, you will note that we have only drawn conclusions for those who identify as male or female.

Respondents who identify as men only fake orgasms 9% of the time, but those who identify as women reported that they fake orgasms 37% of the time. So, even though 69% of males said that they have faked at least one orgasm, it’s clear that the 87% of females that fake orgasms are doing it a lot more often than the males.

"It's true that all sexes fee pressure to reach climax during sex as it's seen to be the ultimate reward for 'doing a good job,'" Sienna Halliburton, the marketing manager at luxury sex toy company JeJoue told us.

Thankfully, 97% of all respondents have experienced an orgasm, either alone or with a partner. (YAY, orgasms!)

However, while men responded that they reach orgasm 86% of the time (either alone or with a partner), women said that they only reach orgasm 70% of the time (either alone or with a partner). (Hello there, orgasm gap, we expected you to show up at one point or another.)

Now, let’s get down to the real reason we’re all here: the WHYs.

When, Why and Under What Circumstances We Fake It

What, exactly, motivates people to fake their orgasms? We got a lot of great comments about that, many of which stemmed from how much pressure people felt to end a sexual encounter with an orgasm.

One of the most interesting insights from our female respondents, however, is that they seem to fake their orgasms the most when they’re younger; as they aged, they learned that they didn’t have to fake it.

Surprisingly, this was not the case for men. Male respondents said that they fake orgasms most often between the ages of 35 and 44.

The one finding we found extra surprising was that respondents said they faked orgasms most often with long-term partners.

Furthermore, even though 80% of all respondents have faked at least one orgasm, all of us fakers seem to be very good at it ... or, at least, we think we are.

Of all the respondents, only 30% have ever admitted to faking an orgasm (either with their current partner or a previous one). So, although this is something that the majority of us do, it’s not something we openly talk about with our partners, even in long-term relationships.

Clearly, communication is something we could all stand to put a little more work into!

Our biggest takeaway from the survey is how much support there is for the myth that sexual encounters have to end with an orgasm. (Hint: They don't!)

So, What Did We Learn?

Well, first and foremost, we learned that we need to stop faking our orgasms! We were on board with that message already, but this survey did shed some light on how faking it affects us emotionally and psychologically.

Words like “failed” and “ashamed” were prominent in our long response questions. Faking an orgasm tends to make people feel bad about themselves.

“Like I failed at sex, basically. Ashamed.”

“Pretty sure she would feel like she'd failed if I didn't cum.”

“I didn't know any better and thought it was my fault for not cumming.”

“I know if an encounter ends and my partner hasn’t climaxed I feel self conscious and bad. I don’t want them to feel like that.”

These responses bring us back to that prevalent myth that sexual encounters need to end with everyone involved having an orgasm. Let’s bust that myth right here and now:

There was a bit of light at the end of this sad tunnel, though. A lot of respondents said that they faked it when they were young and didn’t fully understand their own pleasure or what was “expected” during sex. However, as they grew up, they realized that orgasms aren’t necessary for enjoyment, and they learned how to tell their partner what they like.

“I used to fake orgasms when I was younger. I don’t any more. If I don’t orgasm during sex, I get my trusty Wand out and get my own.”

“I was young. I didn't know how to say what I want/need. Sometimes, I just wanted to be done with it because it wasn’t doing anything for me. I learned better. I never fake now. If they aren’t getting me there, I’ll say so, help out, or just take care of it after. Orgasm isn’t required.”

One of the most surprising results of the survey was that 52% of respondents were faking orgasms with long-term partners and 44% were faking them with their significant others. Most experts would argue that these are the relationships that we should be able to communicate the best in.

However, when we asked respondents what happened when they admitted to a partner that they faked an orgasm, we were even more shocked by some of the answers.

“He was extremely mad and he said that I made him feel like less of a man.”

“End of relationship.”

“They got upset with me and told me they wouldn't be able to trust me again.”

“The partner was insulted and felt like he wasn’t good enough, and like I prevented him from being allowed to continue to try and work towards it.”

“They were butt hurt. They then made it their mission to get me to orgasm (without toys) as if it was a challenge to prove their manliness.”

“They asked me to reduce or not do it anymore. They did not want to talk about my needs, though. They simply asked me not to do it anymore.”

“When I told my husband it was a disaster. He got really depressed and uncommunicative so I try to keep it to myself.”

“Nothing, really. He wasn't upset but there was no improvement on making sure I reach orgasm.”

“We got into a huge fight because the way he saw it was that it was me and not him, that he knew what he was doing far too much to fail at the job and that because of that, there must be something wrong with me. The relationship didn’t last too much longer after that.”

Although the negative experiences people had when they fessed up about faking far outweighed the positive ones, there were positive outcomes as well. There were some people who said that opening up about their fake orgasms helped their relationship and their sexual encounters:

“He was slightly saddened by it, but made it his goal to pay attention to my needs more.”

“They were a little upset, but then said 'hey, that's OK, let's try again soon and just let me know sooner what I can do to help push you over the edge to have an orgasm.'"

“Partner admitted she thought it would help keep me going. We discussed not needing to do that with me and just to let things play out naturally.”

“It opened up a path to better communication.”

“Sex became more adventurous and less vanilla.”

The two-part lesson learned from these responses:

  1. Some people just suck
  2. Whether or not someone orgasms is not anyone’s FAULT, and we need to do a better job of making that clear in our relationships.

Breaking Stereotypes About Orgasms

So, now that we know all of this, what can we do to change it? A lot of it comes down to sexual education. We need to start spreading that knowledge that sex is about pleasure, not orgasms.

Somewhere along the line, that message isn’t being delivered, especially to younger people who are just beginning to experiment with their sexuality. While the notion that sexual encounters should end with both parties simultaneously orgasming is lovely, it’s also extremely unrealistic.

We need to change the message. Sex isn’t (and shouldn’t be) goal oriented. There isn’t some checklist you need to make your way through in order to reach that big “O” at the end.

Sex is about the journey!

The myth that all parties need to orgasm during sex just puts added pressure on everyone involved. It’s like taking a test with your parents screaming in your ear that you NEED to get an A. How are you supposed to focus with that going on?

Our survey also shone some light on how the myth of necessary orgasms is adding to toxic masculinity and gender stereotypes. While the orgasm gap is a real thing, the reasons behind it go far beyond anatomy, and the notion that men can (or should) reach orgasm quickly and easily is just as damaging.

Over time, the myth that men HAVE to orgasm has taken hold in a large portion of society. Those expectations are good for nothing except creating sexual performance anxiety and contributing to toxic masculinity.

“I’m a guy, so the expectation is that no matter what, we’re going to orgasm. The few times I’ve ever faked it, the encounter had been going on for quite some time. I don’t know if she was worn out or just not that into the encounter but I was completely worn out and the whole situation just needed to stop. She kept looking at me like she was ashamed that she wasn’t pleasing me, and it killed the whole mood for me. So ... I faked it.”

“I am a male. Women expect us to climax easily, every time. However, decades with my ex wife left me more than a little messed up. I usually take a long time to reach orgasm and start to feel as if I’m being selfish to keep on trying to reach climax. Once that thought hits, it ain’t happening.”

“Men sometimes seem to feel inadequate if they don’t give a woman an orgasm, but the truth is, sometimes it just doesn’t happen!! It has nothing to do with their ability or equipment.”

“As a man, it feels like there is an expectation that I should orgasm - it makes me feel pressured to enjoy the sex more even when I am enjoying it as is!”

Remember, 62% of men and 61% of women that responded to our survey said they feel like it’s expected that a sexual encounter end with all parties climaxing.

So, how can we solve this? Well, for starters, we can simply not be shitty people. By that we mean, we need to stop judging one another - and ourselves.

Sex has this magnificently terrible ability to bring out our worst thoughts about ourselves, which really isn’t all that surprising. During sex, you’re open and vulnerable, both physically and emotionally. It’s so easy for those negative thoughts to come creeping in.

One of the ways we can work toward solving these issues is by learning how to communicate during sex. Communication is key in any relationship, including sexual ones!

Here are our some pro-tips for fostering a positive communication about and during sex:

  • Be honest! NO MORE FAKING.
  • Verbalize your likes and dislikes in a conversation outside the bedroom. (It's best not to do this right after a sexual encounter so that your partner doesn’t take it as criticism.)
  • Use positive and supportive language during sex. It’s better to explain what you like rather than what you don’t like.
  • Be open-minded and non-judgmental. Of course, you can always say no to things, but take the time to listen and learn from your partner’s suggestions.

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Vegas Pool Parties

Vegas Pool Parties

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Splashing around at a world class pool in Vegas is a lot more fun when the girls are topless. It adds to the overall excitement and reminds you that you’re in Sin City. However, if you’re watching a topless hottie without anyone at your side, it can remind you just how lonely you are.

Take a Hot Sexy Girl To the Topless Pool Party

A Hot Day at the Pool

You can relax and truly enjoy yourself at one of the many topless pool parties in Vegas. There are even pool clubs that will invite you to relax in a cabana with full bottle service. These are pools that vary in size, and some are even located on the rooftop, providing you with exceptional views of the city. Many are also accessible regardless of whether you’re a guest at the hotel or not.

Attending a Las Vegas pool party is great, but it’s even greater when you have a hot date. You don’t need to hit on a topless hottie who isn’t interested – just hire an escort to go to a topless party with you. If you search hard enough, some of the more elite clubs will even offer naked parties. These are great, but as a single man, you’re likely not going to get in. It’s all the more reason to have a date.

Relaxing by the pool is an incredible treat. Especially if you’ve spent most of your trip working, attending conferences, or sitting in boring seminars, you deserve to have a bit of fun. Watching nude or topless sunbathers splash around and take advantage of the Vegas heat can be just the thing to help you forget about any stress you’ve been dealing with. And an escort will help you to forget about your stress, too. The two of you can relax, splash around in the water, sip frozen daiquiris, listening to world class DJs, and have fun all the way until the sun sets.

Keep the Party Going Well into the Night

Most of the hotels and resorts around The Strip will only have their Vegas pool parties during the day. As soon as the sun sets, the day club pools close. This is to encourage you to go into a casino or see a show. Why should the fun end just because the pool closes? The topless party can continue in your hotel room. An escort will know how to entertain so you (and even your buddies) can party all night long.

Our escorts are gorgeous and open for just about anything. The talented and diverse girls you can find will provide stripteases, sensual massages, sexy cosplay, and so much more. Think about how you can enjoy 24/7 excitement without having to focus solely on the hours provided at the topless parties and the exclusive pool clubs.

Whether you’re looking for a relaxing day at the pool or a wild bachelor party that gets a bit wet, there are plenty of ways to take advantage of what Vegas has to offer. There’s no need to do it alone, though. With our help, you can have one or more girls at your side to ensure that everything gets spicier, wilder, and more memorable.


My Own Horror Stories From Getting Brazilian Waxes In Four Countries

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What It's Like To Get A Brazilian Wax In Four Countries

I started getting my vagina waxed (Brazilian style to be exact) when I was 20 years old, but my first experience didn’t happen because I was getting ready for bikini season or because I had some romantic excursion with my boyfriend. Getting a vagina wax happened purely because I was curious.

What would it feel like? Would it be awkward to have some random women THAT close to my lady parts? I hated shaving, but I also hated having hair down there, so I thought I would give a Brazilian wax a try.

Fast-forward to seven years later and I haven’t gone back to shaving. Waxing every hair off your vagina doesn’t necessarily feel great, but it didn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would.

Plus, never having to deal with razor burn down there or spend time shaving was a Godsend.

However, through those seven years, I spent my time traveling all around the world. This necessary little part of my month became quite an interesting experience on multiple occasions as I tried out different salons in the places that I lived.

Here are some of the stories that came from getting my vagina waxed in 4 different countries:

1. At home, here in the United States.

This is my home country and I’ve had not only my first Brazilian wax here, but also the most waxes over the course of my life. My first Brazilian was at a health center and — unfortunately for me — the women in charge of my hair removal was BRAND spankin' new.

Everyone’s got to start somewhere, but I didn’t want MY vagina to be that place for her. There wasn’t too much I could do about it once I was half naked on the table so I clenched my fists as she nervously pulled off each strip ... a TEENSIE bit too slow.

Eventually, I moved on to another salon after that, where I met the friendliest technician ever. She seemed passionate about her job and wanted to make me feel at ease with conversation.

I felt comfortable at first but the experience ended up being like those times when the dentist asks you questions while she is drilling away at your gums. I had to answer all types of inquiries about my life, my boyfriend and my parents while trying not pass out from holding my breath as she ripped my hair out.

Plus, talking about my family with a woman who was tweezing the stray hairs off my panty line was kinda weird. But, I honestly learned to appreciate her during a session when she was sick and I got an older, more militant technician.

That one didn’t have a whole lot to say except, “SIT STILL!” as she showed absolutely NO mercy on my vagina and got the whole thing hair-free in under five minutes. OUCH.

And, all of these experiences don’t really seem as bad compared to my most recent vagina wax when the technician — who was about my age — brought me into the room, didn’t say a word to me, kept getting the wax strips stuck and sent me on my way with a butt crack full of wax that I had to pull out myself once I got home.

It didn’t help that I ran into her in the coffee shop afterward and had to face the person who had to stare at my vagina and butthole while just thinking about how she really needed a cup of coffee.

2. While in Thailand.

This bad bikini wax experience was (sort of) my fault. I walked into a random, run-down looking little spa without taking the time to research it first.

The technician and I couldn’t communicate (we spoke different languages), so I just undressed and got on the table in silence. She pulled out some dusty tools that resembled waxing technology from the 80s and got started.

My hair was being pulled this way and that before she even got the cloth strips on the wax and each time she pulled one off, it was a struggle.

Her toddler kept moving the sheet that covered the door, exposing me to the store’s front window. Eventually, I learned that the lady in charge of my vagina was screaming at her kid, acting aggressive and taking it out on my wax strips. When she finished, I looked down to a complete and total hack job.

She tried to tweeze out the patches of hair that she missed until I told her to stop, paid her the Bhatt and RAN out of there.

My next one in Thailand was much better (I actually got a quality recommendation from a friend). While her salon was also a little hole-in-the-wall, the women was friendly, spoke some English and was extremely excited to show me the wall of her wax room which was covered in graffiti from past clients with only positive things to say.

The experience was intense as she waxed my entire vagina in only TWO strips. After the first one, she started laughing and pointed to vagina, “This side look like city. This side look like jungle!”

3. Visiting South Korea.

Before taking a vacation to Seoul, South Korea, I had been living in China for about seven months. I lived in a city with very little western influence and by the looks of the vaginas I saw in the gym locker room, it didn’t seem like too many women got Brazilian waxes in China.

It could have been the language barrier but I was never able to find a single salon that did this type of waxing, so needless to say, my hair started to pile up.

Taking the bus from the airport into the city of Seoul, I immediately saw a store front labeled Brazilian Wax Center. I begged my travel mate to occupy herself so that I could FINALLY go in and get a much-needed wax.

The place was sleek and the technician used a hot wax that hardened and could be pulled off without even using the strips. The waxing room was set up in a bit of a sensual way, there were candles and the lights were dim.

The hot wax actually felt good and I started to fall in love with the technician just a little bit. But, unfortunately for me, the ambiance was ruined as she continuously took phone calls, kept coming in and out of the room to grab her cell phone and was having conversations while my wax was going down.

I felt like my vagina was an inconvenience to her after a while and couldn’t wait to get out of there and let her get back to her riveting conversation.

4. On vacation in Vietnam.

After living in different places around Vietnam, my boyfriend and I took an actual beach vacation in the town of Nha Trang. In preparation for our snorkeling trip, I decided to get a Brazilian wax from an opulent looking spa near our hotel.

The place was about three stories tall and was one of the fanciest establishments I'd EVER been to for a wax. I was given a silky robe to change into and guided by the staff to a beautiful room with a chair that looked like something out of a doctor’s office.

Two technicians came in to do the job and they had on surgical masks, aprons and gloves.

They used a series of bright lights that showed every follicle perfectly and they took turns pulling up the strips as the other one handed over the tools.

I felt like I was undergoing some intricate operation and it all seemed to go flawlessly until the two girls started laughing and speaking Vietnamese with each other.

I didn’t know what they were saying but I could only assume they were talking about my vagina.

Maybe they thought it looked weird? They were giving me a complex to say the least. I let it go, waited for my procedure to be over and was pretty satisfied with the job they did overall.

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