Happy International Women’s Day! May you get all that you deserve, and more besides 🙂
Despite the state of the world, I know that we can all keep pushing forward.
Love you all!
IWD 2025
Tag: domestic
Decisions, decisions
You were warned, weren’t you? You were told not to push it, not to cross the line. And what did you do?
Exactly, you went right over, trampled it, and had a little dance.
Yes, I know you’re dressed for it. Yes, it’s a pretty dress. What?
No, it doesn’t make it all better that you have cute lingerie underneath it. If anything, it makes it worse because instead of enjoying the night and playing later, now I have to punish you.
The guests? Well, I’m sure they can entertain themselves for a moment…
Ah, well, it’s not my problem if they hear, missy. You were warned and you decided to carry on being rude.
No, no, you had your chances. And when we’re done you’re getting right back to the party, with a smile and a very different attitude, is that clear?
Yes who?
That’s better…
Now, over my knees, let’s see how the lingerie looks with a bit of red…
Now, are we going to have a good night?
I see… Well, that tone is not going to do it, is it? I’ll give you one more chance to make the right choice: Are we going to have a good night?
You see, the sarcasm doesn’t help either. You can pout all you want, but—
All right, since it’s clearly what you want, go get the paddle. I didn’t think we’d need it again so soon after last time, but here we are…
Oh now you’re sorry? Well that’s not how it works, young lady. And if they didn’t hear it before, now you can be sure they will…
It works, I’m telling you…
The funny things when you get back to art after a longish break is that a lot seems easier than before, as if the brain has taken that time off to digest ideas and techniques… In my case, I feel like I’m enjoying drawing hair a lot more at the moment, and I think it shows? In any case, maybe it’s like batteries that need to recharge from time to time.
Now, of course, I don’t want to burn out my poor brain (again?), and I know I’ve been drawing a lot this past week so I keep it in mind. But there is so much joy in it at the minute, dear reader! And in writing too, of course, but that I never stopped doing, at least for myself. Art, I hadn’t touched in months…
I’m just a better, happier person when I’m creative, but that also means getting rest, lest it overwhelms. And sometimes the same goes with kink. Intense periods of it, of passion, of carnal, sensual pleasure, then it goes dormant for a while, only to come back later. Am I making any sense?
Take breaks; it helps enjoy things more, is all I’m saying ^^
Négociations
«Tu m’aimes, Thomas ?
—Bah oui, je t’aime.
—Toujours ?
—Bien sûr, toujours.
—Même si je peux être une peste… ?
—Même si tu peux être une vraie chipie, oui…
—Euh, excuse-toi, non, pas ça; j’ai pas cinq ans.
—Ah bah vu ton attitude parfois…
—T’as de la chance que mes fesses soient déja en feu, sinon je te dirais ce que je pense là…
—Oui, vaut mieux que ça reste un mystère.
—C’est implicite, quand même?
—Oui oui, très implicite…
—Non parce que je peux la faire, genre, explicite si tu veux, hein.
—Et ta brosse à cheveux, elle est explicite ?
—Pff, t’es pas drôle, mon lapinou d’amour…
—Ah si, si, ma chipinette en sucre.
—T’es dégoûtant, Thomas.
—Et c’est pour ça que tu m’aimes, Julie
—C’est pas faux…
—Tu me fais un bisou ?
—P’têt…
—Comment ça, “p’têt” ?
—Bah j’ai des conditions, hein; les bisous ça se mérite…
—Il y a d’autres choses qui se méritent…
—Oh ! T’as vu l’état de mes fesses ? Je mérite des câlins et du chocolat.
—C’est ça ta condition pour un bisou ? Chocos et câlins ?
—Ça me paraît juste. Mais…
—Mais ?
—Avant les câlins, tu me fesses avec la brosse ?
—Embrasse-moi, et tu verras…»
Anniversaire
Pour quelqu’un qui sait bien ce qu’elle mérite
«Ah non, tu ne peux pas me punir aujourd’hui…
—Ah bon ?
—C’est mon anniversaire !
—Oui, et?
—Je fais c’que j’veux aujourd’hui !
—Non.
—Comment ça, non?
—Anniversaire ou pas anniversaire, les règles s’appliquent, Julie…
—Pfff… Les règles, j’t’en fou–ficherai, moi, des règles…
—… T’es belle quand t’es ronchon…
—C’est pas vrai…
—Si, si ; t’es belle quand tu boudes…
—J’boude pas, d’abord !
—Comment ça se fait que tu sois si belle, alors ?
—Pff… Tu veux dire que je suis belle que quand je boude?!
—Euh, non, c’est pas ce que—
—T’es vraiment gonflé, Thomas… Me dire que je suis moche, le jour de mon anniversaire !
—Mais non, je…
—Ah bah désolée d’être une souillon, hein, et de te dégouter… Le goût de mes lèvres doit être une torture à chaque fois que tu m’embrasses…
—…
—Un peu trop dramatique ?
—Un peu, oui, Julie…
—C’est l’émotion… Je suis une princesse très sensible, moi…
—Émotions ou pas, ça fait cinq minutes que tu devrais être sur mes genoux, la belle au bois grognant…
—Mais…
—Tu veux me faire croire que t’en rêves pas depuis ce matin ?
—Bah si, mais c’est plus drôle si je mérite, non ? Idiot, va…»
Et donc, juste avant que la main vengeresse ne s’abatte, elle a le sourire jusqu’aux oreilles. C’est son anniversaire, et elle a eu exactement ce qu’elle voulait.
Asking for it
I’m not saying that she was asking for it, but as I closed the door to our tiny apartment, she was lying over the back of the sofa, her tight skirt-clad bottom gently swaying up in the air, enticing me, beckoning me over. Next to her, precariously balanced on the back of the sofa was a hairbrush, a silicon spatula and a belt, waiting for me. From the tightness of her skirt, I could see that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She didn’t say a word and shook her bottom a little more, as if a taunt.
Not one to go against her wishes, I uncuffed my shirt and rolled up its sleeves. I appreciate comfort, you see, and I didn’t want to give her a subpar performance. After all, she had gone through all that trouble to… lie around waiting for me, I guess. There probably were a hundred reasons for her to deserve a spanking, and, truthfully, I didn’t really need to know which one had brought that about right then and there.
Instead, I put the tip of my fingers in the small of her back, and felt her shiver. A small moan escaped from her lips, and I noticed that she was wearing a blindfold. One hand still on her back, the other slid across the skirt and cupped her round cheeks. She shook her bottom a little more, pushing it into my hand. I went down to her thighs and caressed them, seemingly at random, losing my hand between them. Her breathing was getting harder already, and she spread her legs a little.
Bending down, I laid a soft kiss on her right cheek, then immediately followed with a hard slap that pushed her hard against the back of our sofa. She cried out, but said nothing more. I spanked her left cheek just as hard, and she pressed herself against the sofa again. She raised her bottom up, tiptoeing in her heels, wordlessly begging for more. Being a gentleman, I obliged.
Slap after slap, she cried and moaned and heaved. At some point, her skirt had come up, revealing that I had indeed been right and that no underwear was to be found underneath it. Her pearly white cheeks had gone to pink, to red, to bright, deep crimson. I could see that her blindfold was getting wet, and that she was biting her lips not to cry harder. Between her thighs, the pearling wetness was an invitation and I couldn’t help but slide my fingers over it, caressing, probing, and teasing her. She pressed her legs shut and pushed her bottom out. Clearly, it wasn’t time for that yet. I grabbed the hairbrush.
Later, finally satisfied, she ripped the blindfold off, panting. On trembling legs, she got up. Without looking at me, she started walking towards our bedroom. Then, looking back over her shoulders and with her tongue licking her lips, she asked:
“Well? Is that all you’ve got?”
Rent
We were having a conversation about M/F spankings in other parts, so here we go!
Though I personally prefer F/F scenarios, I do try to keep some variety around here ^^
Had fun colouring that bottom, too 😁
Anyway, tell me what you’d like to see in the future!
Happy Valentine’s
If I take you over my knee And punish you mercilessly Will you be mine? Will you be mine? If I spank you with hand and brush And make both pairs of your cheeks blush Will you be mine? Will you be mine? If I cane your trembling bottom The colour of leaves in autumn Will you be mine? Will you be mine? If I promise I’ll make you cry While telling you exactly why Will you be mine? Will you be mine? If I promise to hold you tight And hold you close throughout the night Will you be mine, will you opine? Love, will you be my Valentine?
In the hallway
Polly closed the door and stepped into their apartment. She could feel herself blush already. That phone call one the way home had not been pleasant, and she knew very well what was waiting for her. Polly was a bubbly 25-year-old, as upbeat as they came, and she always found a silver lining to every situation. This time, however, there wasn’t any that she could discern.
Nervously, she tucked one side of her hair behind her ear, took her jacket off and hung it in the hallway. James, her boyfriend, was waiting in the living room. She knew he was because he had told her that’s where he would wait for her. He had also told her about what would happen next. In truth, she had hoped she would get away with that one. Unfortunately, she hadn’t counted on the credit card bill coming in the mail. Isn’t it all online these days? she told herself. She bit her lip. She was stalling, standing there in the hallway like an idiot. She felt a knot in her stomach; she hadn’t been spanked in so long…
Yet, there was desire there too. The spanking would hurt. The shame… Would too, in a different way. But she had been feeling bad about that stupid bill for days, and she craved the catharsis. She craved his hands over her, and around her once he was done. She wanted him to tell her it would all be okay, and that he was going to take care of it. Take care of her.
Oh yes, it would burn. She would cry, and beg, and plead. She would curse her own stupidity, and he would scold her like a child… She shivered. Anticipation? She pressed her thighs together. She was still in the hallway. She knew he had heard her come in —their front door needed a good push to close, it was never a discreet entry. She pulled down on her dress. It felt very short, all of a sudden.
Would he take her panties off? Of course he would. When she was spanked, it was a proper punishment, and a proper punishment was on the bare bottom. She knew that. She hated that. Or did she love it? That moment when the fabric slid down her thighs… It signalled the last stage of the spanking, so to speak, things getting serious. Anything before that was only foreplay.
Foreplay… Was it what it was to her? No, it was a punishment. Pain. Humiliation. Her bottom throbbing in agony, fire radiating from her rear. And fire right between her legs too… She would push her bottom slightly up, parting her leg knowing his eyes would be all over her intimacy. Maybe she would moan. In pain, absolutely, but something else too. She was blushing hard already. Her breathing was heavier.
Would he spank her long? Yes… He had told her already. He wasn’t even mad about the bill. He was mad that she hadn’t told him about it. Especially when it was past due. Maybe, somehow, she had wanted this to happen? She wanted him to take charge… She wanted to lose herself in the comfort of him calling the shots. She also knew the effect her punished bottom had on him. The slaps themselves wouldn’t be the only thing to be hard.
But… He would make her wait. She knew it. He had told her. She would be spanked, she would be punished, then sent to the corner while he dealt with the money. She would have to wait, exposed and deliciously horny for him to come and finally forgive her. Would he take her against the wall? Would he take her in his arm and carry her to the bedroom first? Maybe he had some other thing in mind… He had been waiting for her a while, and he was nothing if not imaginative. She shivered again.
Then she remembered that she was still in the hallway, and that she was still making him wait. Before any of that pleasure, before the forgiveness, there was a spanking waiting for her. A hard, painful, and shameful one. She breathed hard.
And stepped into the room.
One sleep ’til Xmas!
I hope you’re not on the naughty list… But knowing some of you, that’s exactly where you want to be❤️
