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Special Scene Memories
zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
I have been meaning to write about some of the scenes I experienced
the last time I played with Steven. These were some of the most
intense and erotic scenes I have ever experienced. It could be
simply because Steven and I are attuned to each other, having
been friends for close to four years and playing together the
last two. We talk daily, and there are often times we finish each
other's sentences. We share more then simply spanking, we are
forever friends. His skill at Topping, and the emotional trust
I have during scenes with him, and our loving friendship, all
combine to make our play - a total pleasure.
We had an early scene together, possibly the first night, that
was standard Daddy spanks daughter role play. We went through
our lines, our roles clearly fashioned with our familiar back
and forth chatter. Steven's stern loving daddy voice saying what
needed to be said, my own voice, Zoey - half joking, half crying,
wanting to please her daddy, fighting the inevitable embarrassing
bare bottom spanking. Looking down from above at ourselves, it
was a spanking story, told over and over here at the newsgroup-
familiar, comforting - it was a hello, it's so good to be with
you, over your knee, spanking.
Another scene started out with intensity, it was a down to business,
you will conquer this fear, spanking. I was on my knees, bottom
bare, on the bed, waiting for the inevitable loopy strokes applied
to my anus. My anus is Julie, a personality all her own - outgoing,
friendly, loving and scared to death of being punished with the
loopy. And true to form, Julie took over and though Me, Myself,
and I, wanted to remain good, and take the punishment, Julie had
me crawling across the bed, clenching, begging, crying and promising
anything if only it would end.
Steven is no monster ::grin::, though his frustration at my non
cooperation was apparent, so a cool soapy enema "bitter waters"
was then given. I felt totally exhausted and disappointed in myself,
I had failed, unable to hold still for the loopy, I was resigned
to take whatever else was given to me - with that dreadful guilty
feeling pressing on my heart and sexual excitement fluttering
between my legs.
After expulsion, he wouldn't allow me to wipe myself clean, and
I was starting to cry real tears of shame. I pleaded with him
- but he simply stated the truth, I had failed and was naughty,
and I had to take my punishment. So a tiny naughty little girl
was led out of the bathroom by her hand, taken over his knee,
and spanked HARD - so VERY hard, with a wooden spoon.
I wanted it to end, I never wanted it to end. I would stop and
hug him during it, crying and whimpering, and then get back across
his lap for more. I wanted it to go on, till I was his good girl
again - no matter how much it hurt.
Another scene, a goodbye day. Always the most emotionally difficult
for me. A spanking almost over, already caned, and spanked hard
with the number 13 hairbrush and a strapping with his belt. I
lay there on his blue couch, bare bruised bottom glowing red as
he checked on lunch in the oven. When he returned to the sofa,
and the cool tushy cream had been applied and soaked down into
my skin, marking the end of the scene, and the weekend - we couldn't
let it end. He started messaging the bruises and I started groaning,
asking for more. Once again, he picked up the #13 hairbrush, the
implement that typically is for punishment scenes, and he started
spanking me with it, HARD - so hard - reminding me of how very
swollen my entire bottom was, how good it felt, how long the marks
would last. Somehow, I ended up kissing him, facing him and straddling
him, as the brush continued to fall. Staring into his blue eyes.
Beautiful Steven. What more can I say? :)
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