Intensity: Moderate (for details on intensity ratings, see Fiction)
There was, and perhaps still is, a cyber community on MSN called Our Town II. Princess Suessan, one of the founders, read some of my stories on the spanking newsgroups and invited me to join. Suessan was articulate and fun to talk with, as were some of the other members, but the group’s philosophy was . . . well . . . let me describe it, and you can decide what adjectives apply.
The first thing I noticed was that there was very little talk on Our Town II about spanking. A moment’s browsing revealed that the group was “dedicated to the proposition that spankos are sane.” Hmm, I thought, how about the proposition that spanking is fun and sexy?
A dignified adult group
I asked around and was told that they encourage light-hearted humor and discourage posts that are too explicit. They appreciate a refined double-entendre, but anything that might get you hard or wet, that might make you want to grab your privates and start stroking away, was inappropriate. And yes, this was an adult group. “This is a dignified group, and we keep conversation tasteful” was the rule of the road. They were Intellectual.
The women I spank have demonstrated many wonderful attributes but dignity was never a major concern for me, or for them; and I get plenty of tastefulness elsewhere, I don’t need to go online to get more. Don’t get me started on intellectual.
Furthermore, here I am, something of a celebrity invited author, and I had not yet posted one thing (and one of their rules is if you don’t post, you can’t continue to browse; they have no lurkers). So I went ahead and posted this as a direct challenge to their whole way of life. Some of my friends will recognize this as a variation on “Torrent Spanking.”
Suessan’s Tasteful Spanking
you’ve got to post, you said, we can’t have you hanging around here with your tongue hanging out just ogling our pretty fannies, post something, and I said, listen, Suessan, suppose I post how just thinking about spanking your sexy ass makes me rock hard, and she said, easy there Doc, we invited you because we respect your intellect, we are not primarily erotic here, no crotch shots, keep it tasteful, and I said, I am going to give you a taste of my palm, you neo-Victorian and you said no, wait, don’t, while I pulled you over my lap and began smacking your butt, hard, before you could finish lodging your objection, not that I cared, I didn’t come here for mental masturbation, I came to SPANK, all the while I am landing one solid whack after another on your ass and you are still complaining but no longer talking about tastefulness, mostly saying no and stop while I was acting yes and go, reaching for your dress now, you reached back to stop me but I grabbed your wrist, up it went, up went your dress, spanking harder now on your panties, which looked hot as you squirmed and wiggled and they got pulled into your crack, your cheeks more on display, your ass and panty-stuffed crack writhing obscenely as I spanked you, my cock getting harder and harder, I was leaving your panties up just to prolong the anticipation while I spanked and when I couldn’t stand it any more I took firm hold of the waist band and you said no, Doc, please don’t, don’t take them down, and I yanked them inside out to your knees and then spanked harder, all over your intellectual ass which turned as red as any dumb broad’s ass if not redder, and you were howling as loud as any member of the hoi polloi, maybe louder, mostly owww and hissing ahhh through your teeth and oweee, that HURTS, and PLEASE STOP, while I was concentrating on the base of your bottom, each smack hard, pulling your girly ass flesh up with each stroke, making you yell with each smack, your bottom clenching and unclenching, your ass bouncing because of how hard I was hitting it, spanking and spanking you, my hand hurting like hell not that I cared, you were heaving your ass all over my lap, kicking your legs open and shut, my eyes glued to your pussy while I spanked more and thought this crotch shot isn’t my fault, you’re the one kicking, if you held your legs together I couldn’t admire every inch of your sexy girly parts, still spanking hard and regular, I was thinking, now THIS is my kind of tasteful, and you begging, saying oh no Doc I’m sorry I can’t take any more please stop now and I was saying you are doing great, Suessan, this is how I teach you about good taste but you were yelling too loud to really hear me, you were crying now, I took that as my cue to spank harder since I know women here are dignified but I wasn’t planning a dignified simulated spanking but an honest-to-God PUNISHMENT that you would remember for a long time, your sobbing made me want to keep on spanking so I did, smacking now right along the cleft from the middle down, I wanted to hurt you, to hurt your bottom, and you were gyrating so hard I put my leg over your left thigh, now kicking your free leg spread things lovely and wide so I spanked more on your ass cleft and right on your asshole which made you yell in pain through your tears, we don’t talk about assholes here but I could SEE yours when I smacked it and you could FEEL it when you howled so probably not TALKING about it didn’t matter so much after all, you saying, no more oh God I can’t stand it I’m begging you and I said hang in there, you are doing great, I’m going to spank you more, and you said NOOOOO I’m sorry Doc, please stop SPANKING me and I spanked harder than ever while you howled, loud crying now, heavy sobs with deep gasping breaths in between, and I wanted you to know what it’s like to be spanked hard while you cry hard, so I did just that, and then because I certainly did not want to overdo it I stopped and rubbed your burning ass while you bawled over my knees, limp now, just sobbing as if heartbroken, and then I pulled you up so you could cry on my shoulder while I kissed you and told you that you were wonderful and I hoped you learned an important lesson and I wondered how long it would be till you got wet or if you were wet already
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