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Author: Ulysses |
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Date Posted: 21:13:14 08/14/18 Tue In reply to: Ulysses 's message, "Re: True Story-First Encounter" on 14:09:34 08/14/18 Tue I had plenty of time to think while standing nose to the wall, jeans around my feet, but I have no idea what was going through my head. I was curious as to what was going on behind me, but anytime I tried to look around I got a sharp order to keep my nose against the wall. The fire in my backside did not subside. I think by this time I was past the 'what the hell am I doing here'. In an almost sweet tone I heard Miss Circe's voice say "Come over here, young man." I turned, the chair was gone and she was seated on the couch tapping an oval hairbrush in her hand. "This is what Miley gets when she's naughty." I found it a bit strange mentioning her 12 year old daughter, but it did give it a more real atmosphere. Over her lap I went the length of the couch. After getting me in the position she felt comfortable with she wasted no time striking that thick hairbrush on my right buttcheck. I involuntarily yelped and jerked. Holy shit, how many of those strikes must I endure. I never imagined it to sting that bad. Pausing several seconds between swats before long my entire ass was aching and a new fire lit every time that wood struck. I endured, who knows a hundred swats in this manner. Actual tears were streaming onto the couch cushions and between yelps and shouts with the next firecracker lit off on my rump I heard myself begging "Please, please Miss Circe. I'll be good. Please Miss Circe!" She started swatting harder and faster until in rapid fire over my entire ass, including the backs of my legs. My body was convulsing and by now I yelling "Miss Circe please, please I'll be good" by now I was crying like a little girl. I was sure my whole ass was bleeding. It was not, by the way, but it was definitely welted. I was limp and feeling like I was about to pass out. Her left hand lovingly stroked my back and hair while her right hand, the same executioner that held the evil hairbrush gently rubbed my sizzling hind quarters. I felt so comforted until another rapid barrage of hairbrush artillery bombarded my backside. She again curled me in her lap comforting me while I tried to make sense of what the hell was going on. After a while she asked if I needed to go potty (her words). I panted no, but she insisted I needed to go potty. She dragged me into the bathroom and lowered me onto the toilet. The toilet seat sent lightening bolts through my posterior. "Do you need to go poopies? I felt poopy up there. You'd better go poopy." In my head I was thinking "Good God lady, just shut the fuck up!" She reached into the shower and brought out a bathbrush. "I hate to do this, but since you were such a very naughty boy, I'm going to have to spank you with the bathbrush. She was caressing it like she was in love with it. "If you think the hairbrush was bad, the bathbrush is much worse. Oh my God she was not joking. That bathbrush was like an atomic bomb to a firecracker. I may have gone into a coma at this time. At the risk of sounding like a wimp I was bawling and begging like a kindergartener. She comforted me and cradled me then left me like a bag of loose yard clippings on the couch. The strangest thing, I smelled popcorn. We sat close on the couch, me barely able to and watched some movie on television, ate popcorn and drank a beer. I got myself together and as I was at the door she held my hands smiling and it was a very sincere smile said "Thank you...thank you. I...I do like you and always have, but...have you ever seen me talk to any man?" It had never occurred to be, but no I never had, unless they were with their wife. She seemed to try to turn herself back into the stern schoolmarm "You be good and we'll meet again in about a month. Be careful. Message me as soon as you get home. Do you understand me, young man?" The next day at work I could barely walk, much less sit, but I did so bravely. My ass was welted and bruised badly. My whole body ached, not just my backside. It felt like I had had an extensive workout. It took days to recover. The next day I was just out of it. For days I just couldn't get this all in my head. What had I done? That lady is fucking crazy! I'll never do that again. Although I was still giving her nightly reports. She wasn't crazy though. She was just like me. Somebody whose life had been ruled by fear and suppression. In a couple of days I felt carefree and alive. I was more alive and full of energy than I'd felt in a long time. My chest didn't like it had an elephant headbutting it. I hadn't had a migraine in days. My neck rolled without pain. I was sleeping straight through the night. And I knew she felt the same. I passed her with her daughter at the grocery store a week or so later. I said a stiff hello and she half smiled and nodded. I will continue with our next meeting at a later date. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |