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Spankings Enemas Diapers


His Little Vixen  en

Online : May 29, 2009
Updated : Jun 21, 2009

He stood in front of her with his arms crossed. A red flush began to surface upon his face. This only meant trouble. But, his little vixen was brazen. She did not shift her feet in fear, although she felt it. Instead, she glared back at him defiantly, almost with a lilt of challenge in her stance. The little vixen could hold her own, so to speak, or at least she tried. She knew he had a power of some cosmic significance over her, yet, she did not let on to this. He, on the other hand, knew too well of his status with her. He knew he could show her who was boss, and, eventually, he felt, she would comply.

It would only be a matter of time; his hope was that this would be the time. This time she would submit and accept her errant ways. He did smile at her attempts to plead innocence, her tries at maniputlation, her tries to talk her way out of things with the lamest excuses. His vixen. He knew she was no angel, but, he fell in love with her. He loved her most dearly. He also knew that she in turn loved him, adored him, and had a deep passion for him. However, her brattiness would not be tolerated. She did try in earnest not to be naughty, but it was her nature. Yet, there were times she tested the limits for whatever reason at the time moved her. Certainly, she kept him on his toes.

'Jennifer' deeply his voice said, 'I will not ask for any excuse. There will be NO discussion.' The emphasis on 'NO' was to let this little brat of his know that there wasn't a chance in hell for her to even get a word in edgewise. To him, it had been humorous, but, tonight, it was not. He had to lay down the law. He was her lover, champion, confidante, friend, teacher, and disciplinarian. This evening he was going to be, for the most part anyway, the latter two.

Now, she shifted. She knew he would not waver (not that he ever did!) Thoughts of cleverness and manipulation spun around her head, but the sight of his reddened face meant she had no chance. His 'fury' was too great. As she stood there with his eyes piercing through her, she thought how stupid she was to stomp off in a huff in the middle of the dinner party because she didn't get the attention from him that she wished. Poor man was left embarrassed standing around his awed colleagues, all due to her selfishness. This was not the first time. And here, she did it again. Her handsome beloved was going to make sure this was THE LAST time she ever acted so naughty.
She could feel the light fabric of her white cotton dress covering her skin, but it was no protection for his hand. Out of habit, she placed her hands on her bottom, but knew that it would soon be sore. He would make sure of that. 'Stay there,' he ordered as he retrieved 'her' straight-backed sturdy wooden chair. He pulled it around front of her, sat in it, and rolled up his sleeves. 'Get over here, young lady' he barked, his voice not wavering. 'Now, over my lap!' His voice raised sent shivers up and down her spine. As she slowly stepped towards him, he grasped the arms of the chair to display his lap. It was muscular and sturdy, as his arms were, too. No chance to struggle, he was determined.

He 'assisted' the little vixen over his lap with ease. By now, he had gotten this down pat. Her head flung downwards. He lifted his one knee slightly to lift 'the target.' Her dress slowly elevated and he glanced to see the calves of her legs and the backs of her knees. Wiph her bottom upwards, he quickly flung her skirt over her bottom to rest on her back. White knickers covered her soon to be sore arse. In one motion, he removed them, bringing them down to her knees. He looked to see her ivory bum perched and pouting up at him. He licked his lips and raised his arm. SWAT! A short whimper escaped her lips. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She was crying, writhing underneath his blows. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He slowed the pace as she gasped and sobbed. Her bottom was scarlet. The mastery of his hand was the signature on her ass. He branded her with his palm.
He stopped...for a moment. Her wailing filled the air. But, he was not finished yet. To make an impression with this little girl, he could not end the spanking. She needed to learn a lesson. He knew that if he stopped now, this would not be the case. With that thought, he reached into the dresser table. His hand fumbled around a bit until he felt the hard, pliant, green ruler. Eighteen inches of discipline for a 5'4" brat.

She whimpered loudly as he swished the implement in the air. She knew that the green ruler was for the 'worst' offences, the 'worst' transgression(s). And he was to use it without hesitation. SWISH, CRACK! SWISH, CRACK! SWISH, CRACK! He furiously tended to the deed. A criss-cross design settled on her backside. His craftiness and handiwork displayed on the brat's bottom. Beneath his pants stirred a monster. The sight of her red bottom over his knee was enthralling. She felt his rod emerging and pushing against her tummy. Her fists clenched in mixed emotions. Her sex was beginning to get wet, but, she was angered as 'his reaction' to her sound spanking. She knew then that he was in control. Poor little vixen could only submit. He had 'won.'

SWISH, CRACK! SWISH, CRACK! SWISH, CRACK!SWISH, CRACK! SWISH, CRACK! SWISH, CRACK!SWISH, CRACK! SWISH, CRACK! SWISH, CRACK!SWISH, CRACK! SWISH, CRACK! SWISH, CRACK!SWISH, CRACK! Once, more: SWISH..................... CRACK!

The spanking stopped. She lay in submission over his knee. Her tears flowed. His dick was hard. Her sex was throbbing. Yet, in his mind, his duties as teacher were far from over. Yes, he thought, the spanking is over, but not the lesson.
He lifted her to her feet. He helped her steady herself. There she stood in front of him. He took her arms and placed them in back of her. There was no way she was going to rub the sting away, as far as he was concerned. He picked up a tie lain on the dresser closeby and began to tie her wrists in back. Her eyes pleaded with him; he kissed her gently on the nose, neck, cheek and forehead. She felt assured and safe. The stirring of love, affection, and lust surfaced at a rapid rate.

He stood up and took off his trousers. Her eyes were wide as she saw his cock stiffly protruding upwards. Her pussy pounded. He guided her to the floor, so that she was kneeling in front of him. He sat on the edge of the bed, slightly hanging off. He took his dick and rubbed the head against her moist lips. When her lips parted ever so slightly, he pushed his cock in her mouth. She was stunned at first and then proceeded to suck him. His hands grasped her hair and he moved her head back and forth on his dick, sliding it in and out of her mouth. He moaned and tugged at her thick auburn hair. His teeth clenched. Like an animal he fucked her mouth. He felt his cock slide down her throat a little. This would keep her smart mouth occupied! The thrusts went deeper and deeper.

Growling like a wild creature, he let out a sound and filled her mouth with his cum. She swallowed as much as she could. Cum was seeping out the corners of her mouth. The load he shot was too much for her. She desperately lapped up as much as she could with her tongue. She swallowed and swallowed the sex that flowed from him. Her snatch was throbbing. His excitement and pleasure caused an arousal in her that defied human definition.

He removed his rod from her mouth. She sat in anticipation. He kissed her forehead and murmured, 'good girl.' Then he rose her to her feet, smacked her bottom, and said: "Learn your lesson?" "Yes," she said. "Good. Now, to the corner!" He pointed to the corner of their bedroom. Her face was full of astonishment. She froze in disbelief. "You heard me! NOW, GO TO THE CORNER! DON'T MAKE ME SPANK YOU AGAIN, YOUNG LADY!" "Bbb...bbb....but...." she stammered. "But what about you?" he smirked. "Yes" she replied. "This time, FOR ONCE, it is not about you." He looked at her sternly and began tapping the ruler against one palm of his hand. Her toes curled as she proceeded to the corner, hands tied in back, with her crimson, throbbing bottom in tow. When she reached her destination, he said, "And don't even THINK about stomping those feet, young lady!" "HUMPF!" she thought.... The End. For you, I.W., with love....

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