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R/L Hershy Highway Holiday
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
My husband and I were pleased that Steve (Da Janitor, Mr Meanie,
"daddy") was able to spend part of a vacation week at our house.
:) He has been especially busy the last few months and when I
invited him it was a no pressure sort of thing. He was free to
decide at the last minute if he felt like making the trip or not.
About a week ago he decided that YES he would be able to come,
and so he packed up the hairbrush mobile and did just that.
This was an especially good weekend for him to visit because my
kids were leaving on Friday to spend the weekend on Spring Break
in the mountains. Steven arrived Thursday and he had a great time
watching what its like for me and Herb here every day at the college
dorm. I call my house the college dorm now, because my two kids
and their boy and girl friends are here for dinner at least five
nights a week. They also are coming and going so much it makes
my head spin. The FOUR apple computers are always glowing and
the car insurance bills are piling up and the college paperwork
is flooding the mail box. LOL Still - its all good. I sort of
like the chaos and laughter and alternative rock music. I am going
to miss them when they are grown up and on their own.
Friday evening we got the phone call that the kids had arrived
safely at their destination - so it was time to relax and enjoy
some spanking fun.
There were so many scenes this weekend, that they sort of all
blur together. One especially memorable one took place in my kitchen.
Steven had already spanked me a number of times in the classic
Daddy/daughter roleplay way that comes so naturally to us. Suddenly
my husband turned into his alter ego - Master Herb and announced
that I was going to wear nothing but an apron after my bath. Well,
I gave him a sort of pleading look - since I enjoy the school
girl garb for spankings - but Master Herb insisted that this was
HIS fun and HIS choice. So after my bath I put on the apron. It
covered everything embarrassing ..er.. except my bottom.
Steven sat at the kitchen table enjoying a snack and the view.
Master Herbie pulled me otk and started spanking me. It was intense!
I must admit I was fighting at first, not too happy about the
apron and not at all happy about not being able to beg for my
panties...(I sort of like that) but soon I forgot all about that
and started to only reflect on what a GOOD spanker my husband
has become in the past two years. I could hear Steven chuckling
as Master Herbie sent me to the corner. THEN the worst thing happened
- I got caught rubbing. Master Herbie then insisted I spread my
naughty red cheeks (yes he used THOSE WORDS) and show my naughty
bottom hole as I stood there. I didn't hesitate to comply - since
from the intensity of the spanking I knew Master Herb meant business.
While I stood there in the corner listening to two men comment
on my anus and my red bottom cheeks ( lovely complements::blush::)
I had a revelation... dang..I LOVE corner time.
I am sitting her now (on a pillow) trying to think of each spanking
scene and put them in some sort of order. It's impossible. There
were so many scenes, so much spanking - that I couldn't possibly
keep it straight. So I am going to mention a few of my highlights.
Steven actually spanked me the first time on Thursday. Suddenly
ALL the kids left the house ( we didn't know for how long) so
Steven kept his promise of spanking me with the Z paddle FIRST
without a warm up. He did this without removing my jean shorts
since we were home alone and wanted to wait for my hubby to be
home for the good stuff. :) I HATE the paddles, and it sort of
set the tone for the entire weekend.
Though I tried to be a good girl, Daddy and Uncle Herbie kept
finding reasons to punish me. I was spanked for making daddy an
alfalfa sprout sandwich, and for not eating the last green bean
on my plate and for making Zoey crankyheaD faces. I was also spanked
for loosing the Birch Book (long story) and for hiding a FAT pancake
in a napkin. (Daddy said while caning me for that- "do you think
pancakes grow on trees young lady?) I have to agree - Daddy had
a point. I was also given an enema- and a brand new present....
my very own rectal thermometer. ::rolls eyes::: Daddy also figured
that wearing a butt plug out to dinner with a freshly caned bottom
would make me remember to behave at the restaurant - he was sure
right about that.
The best spanking is probably always the last one. Daddy took
me OTK and gave me a punishment spanking for something that has
occurred right here on the newsgroup. Yes..I got a "Rufus T Firefly
is a stupy stupy dum dum" spanking right on my naughty tight little
anus with the loopy johnny. I cried during this spanking - real
tears - because I had to confess something to daddy that I hadn't
told him. I was sobbing real tears and the spanking was an emotional
release. Now I feel great - and brave - and clean. :) I didn't
clench (much) and daddy said I am his very good girl.
It was a spanking good weekend, but probably the best part wasn't
the spanking - it was the warm hugs and laughter. There is nothing
in the world like laughing and smiling with people you love.
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