Number 7 already! Time flies!
You can read past issues here: issue 1, issue 2, issue 3, issue 4, issue 5, issue 6
And the illustration:
Tag: bdsm
The Spank-City Tribune – 6
The Spank-City Tribune – 5
Douche
Sortant de la douche, elle prend une serviette et la passe doucement autour de sa taille. Le tissu frôle sa peau et elle frissonne, gémit à voix basse. Elle soupire. La douche froide n’a pas fait grand chose pour calmer la douleur des bleus sur ses fesses. Il y a été un peu fort…
Elle se tourne et relève la serviette pour jeter un oeil à sa croupe devant le grand miroir au mur. Aïe… Son pauvre petit cul… C’est pas possible d’avoir la main lourde comme ça… Oui, elle a encore oublié les factures, oui, elle a été un peu malpolie («Rhoo, tu vas pas m’emmerder avec ça…» si elle se souvient bien…), oui, elle a continué même quand il l’a prise sur ses genoux et commencé à la fesser («Oh non, p’tain !»). Oui, bon, elle était de mauvaise humeur, d’abord, et elle voulait qu’il continue un peu plus fort, un peu plus longtemps, ensuite.
Mais de là à aller chercher la brosse et de défaire sa ceinture ? Franchement…
Hésitante, elle tâte sa tendre chair. Aïe. La couleur est moins pivoine qu’avant la douche, mais elle est loin de son habituelle blancheur hivernale. Et puis les marques… Ça va rester un moment ça. Bon, elle n’avait pas prévu de sortir en bikini, heureusement. D’un doigt incertain, elle touche un des bleus, et immédiatement serre les fesses et gémit. AÏE.
«Julie ?» fait une voix derrière la porte de la salle de bains.
«Oui ?
—T’as bientôt fini ?
—Rho, ça va… Il est chiant aujourd’hui…
—Pardon ?»
Ah zut! Il n’a pas entendu, quand même ? Non… Il a plein de qualités, Thomas. mais c’est pas Superman, non plus…
«Presque, mon cœur !»
Mais déjà, la porte s’ouvre. Et il a déjà la ceinture à la main. Elle plisse les lèvres et pense: «Oh m…»
Disappointed
Her bottom hurt. It burned, it throbbed, and she didn’t dare look at it. She could imagine how bright red it was, and her Mistress’ handprints all over it. She moaned as she felt a hand grabbing her tender butt-cheek.
“Are we starting to learn, Nelly?” said a calm, sensual voice. The hand squeezed.
“Y-Yes, Mistress…” Nelly answered.
“You disappointed me…” the voice said again, and a hard slap landed on her burning ass.
She yelped and more tears streamed down her face. “I’m sorry!” she sobbed
“I’m sorry Mistress” came the reply, two more slaps punctuating it.
“Yes! Yes! Mistress! I’m sorry, M-Mistress! I’m sorry, Mistress!”
Nelly was standing up, her hands against the wall. Her little summer dress had been pulled up and rested on her hips, with her simple white panties down to her knees. Her legs trembled and for a second, she considered begging her Mistress to stop. She knew better, and she buried the idea as fresh pain exploded in her rear. Her Mistress was disappointed. Not mad, disappointed. Her Mistress never got mad, and she loved her for it. But she had high expectation, and Nelly knew she was far from perfect. Far from good, even.
More slaps. More pain. More tears. Sobs, moans, yelps, and the sweet voice of her Mistress scolding her. It felt right. It was right. It was what she deserved.
“You had one simple task today, Nelly…”
“Yes, Mistress…”
“And you didn’t even start on it…”
“I’m sorry, Mistress…”
“How do you think it’s making me feel, Nelly?”
“I… S-sad, Mistress? Disappointed in your little slut?”
“Never again, you hear me?”
“Never, Mistress…”
The longer it went on, the better she felt. She would do it. She would make her Mistress proud. Her bottom hurt. It burned, it throbbed, and she didn’t dare look at it, but she didn’t care. The only thing that was really painful was the disappointment in her Mistress’ eyes.
The Spank-City Tribune – 4
Good times
The Spank-City Tribune – 3
Doctor’s visit
The best form of therapy 😀
What do you think is being treated here?
Extreme Cornertime
Well, I don’t know if extreme is the word, but that does look like a hard position to hold for a long time!
Not that she seems to mind too much… 😉
