Come Join Me At the First Ever AZ All State Spanking Party!

So, since my last post I have had yet more fun at both the Shadow Lane Labor Day weekend party and the Crimson Moon Halloween party! I also have finally found my Daddy, Robert Wolf who is making me very happy at home.

Now we've gotten on board to help out some of my friends with what will hopefully become a great new event based in Phoenix, Arizona! I'll be cooking the dinners and vending my DVDs and special new handmade (by me!) skin soothing massage candles, as well as hopefully having some time to kick back and enjoy the party! It would be great if we get a good turnout so we can have a successful event and keep it going for years to come. :-)

Details below:

The Paddle Maker and his wife Brooke have teamed up with Paul "Tubaman" Rogers of the Texas All State parties and spanking model Lily Starr to bring you the first EVER Arizona All State Spanking Party! This event will take place in Phoenix on February 4-6, 2011.

A delicious dinner will be served along with the vendor fair in the ballroom Friday night from 6pm to 11pm. Come mingle, dine, break the ice, meet your favorite spanking models and producers, and do a little shopping for a great variety of spanko wares from DVDs to implements to skin soothing treatments, games and more from our top notch vendors. The fun doesn't stop at 11 though, be sure to stick around for the after party! Saturday we will be having a suite party with gourmet dinner followed by dancing in the ballroom. The theme is romance! And as February is the month of love, there will even be a few fun gifts for everyone. Come out all dressed up, get your dance on, then head back up to the suite parties to play spanko games till you fall asleep from all the fun! But rest up because Sunday afternoon will be time to check out some fun spanking demos in the ballroom and Sunday night will bring yet another suite party and gourmet dinner. Play all night again and say goodbye to friends new and old.

The tickets for this event are on sale for $95. Visit http://shop.domesticdisciplinestore.com to purchase tickets. Your ticket includes a whole weekend of fun activities, admission to the ballroom events and suite parties, plus a gourmet dinner each night, so it's a great value! Need a room to crash in during the event? We've secured a block of rooms for the party at a discounted group rate of $139/night for a luxurious all suite Phoenix hotel. These spacious two room suites have room to sleep up to 6 people, so if you wish to bunk up with some friends and share costs it will be easy to do so! Your room will include a large living room, two televisions, refrigerator, microwave, and many other amenities. For the sake of privacy, the hotel name along with more information regarding booking your room and hotel rules will be sent to you via email when your ticket order is received. Come join us in the beautiful desert weather for this fun weekend retreat and have a spanking good time!

Long Overdue Update

Hey there to anyone still reading! I never really started using this blog but think that's going to change. Now that I have a new lilystarr.com in the works (hopefully up very soon) I'll have this linked to it and try to update at least somewhat regularly to let you know what's going on with my spanking adventures, site, travels, shoots, etc.

Obviously I had some setbacks with the last subscription site and it is no more. For now, due to financial limitations, I am going to set up a nice site with info, bio and pics, my blog, a page about the models in my vids, my travel and availability schedules, links to my spanking clips store, my DVD store, and my brand new BDSM clips store, and more. Eventually I hope to get back to having a subscription site where people can pay a monthly rate for all the videos but that will probably be awhile. I had put a ton of work into the old one and will need to save up enough to be able to accept credit cards etc. But I hope that the new site will still be a fun place to visit, look around, and get to know me and what I do while also providing access to my stores. Check out my new site header provided by the very sweet and talented Zelle!

Meanwhile, I've been having tons of spanking fun lately! I attended my first Crimson Moon party in Chicago last month, spent a week there and met some great new friends and awesome spankers besides being able to do trade shoots with models Alicia Panettiere and Sarah Gregory for the first time! I'm going back for their Halloween party, can't wait! And in three weeks I'll also be attending my first Shadow Lane party. I'm excited and a little nervous about that. Last week I got to film a new video with my friend Corin Quinn after he had been away in China for a really long time. Unfortunately he's headed off again for school in NY soon but we at least got one nearly 40 minute severe disciplinary spanking video done. I also have recently done new shoots with Jolie Snow, Kisa Elaine, Kat St. James & Kyle Johnson. Some I have yet to get edited and in my store so stay tuned, I've been a busy sore bottomed girl! :-)

My First Real Adult Spanking

Lily rarely shared her love of being spanked so early with someone but
it had just come out naturally, she hinted and he caught on
immediately. She wanted so badly to meet him and really play, but her
shyness made her hesitant. Still, he was insistent and meet they did.
Both nervous, things were a little awkward at first, but after a movie
and a couple of cocktails they began to kiss...she on his lap. Wildly
aroused and new to each other...anticipating what was to come...so
intoxicating. Suddenly rigidly erect, he began to scold her for being
so naughty to tease and tempt him so.

She told him that she was
sorry, but it was clearly too late for that as he helped her across his
lap. She held her breath as he pulled down her jeans...as she had
imagined a man doing so many times before...and started to firmly slap
her bottom. He continued to spank her, with gradually increased force
until she began to squirm and insist that she was indeed sorry for
teasing him. He said that he didn't believe her so she took his free
hand and slowly and sensually began sucking his fingers to let him know
what he could look forward to and how willing she was to be his good
little girl. He seemed to enjoy this attention but still was not ready
to accept her apology. She knew what she had to do: release her Daddy's
large swollen cock from his jeans and please it as best she could with
her warm and eager mouth. Sliding down from his lap she knelt before
him in submission, smiling to herself at hearing him moan from pleasure
she took it in as far as she could, sucking and licking him while he
took hold of her hair thrusting deeply down into her throat.

Deciding
she was far from being done playing with him Lily kissed her way back
up from his stomach to his chest to his neck to his mouth. Having
teased him yet again by not finishing what she had started she was sent
to wait in her bedroom. On the end of her bed she sat, waiting
anxiously, fidgeting, so turned on yet nervous because she knew he
planned to punish her further. After what seemed an eternity he entered
the room. There was one sweet kiss before he ordered her to lie down on
her bed...face down...ass in the air. He sounded as if he meant
business so she didn't dare disobey. Her Daddy pulled down her lace
panties, whatever little protection they offered, exposing her
completely. The butterflies in her tummy went wild as she wondered what
he would do to her.

To her horror she heard the unmistakable
sound of a belt being unbuckled....his thick leather belt...she heard
it slip through the loops of his pants and it was all she could do to
keep still with the knowledge of what was coming. Generally Lily highly
dislikes the belt, but this one hurt more than usual with each lick
both thudding hard and stinging mercilessly. It hurt so terribly,
especially across the tender lower part of her bottom and when it would
wrap around the curve and leave that wicked sting of the end of the
strap on the side. So she started to try to avoid the blows...even
lowering her bottom out of position. For this disobedience she was
reprimanded sternly and told that she had better keep her bottom up
high or he would be forced to increase the severity of her punishment.
Although she did try so very hard to obey, this was much easier said
than done and did result in a very very sore bottom by the time he
decided she had had enough.

Lily had never been disciplined so
strictly before; she was incredibly aroused in spite of the pain. Her
bottom may have been throbbing but her pussy was throbbing and aching
that much more to be satisfied by her Daddy. He asked her what it was
she wanted, and with an embarrassed blush she admitted that more than
anything she needed him inside of her right now. That was of course
what he wanted to hear, and keeping her on her face with her freshly
spanked bottom in the air he slowly began to slide only his tip inside
of her. Eagerly she attempted to thrust her hips back to take him
inside...but he held her still, not allowing it. He told her that she
had teased him earlier and it was her turn to see how it feels to be
teased. Slowly he slid the tip in and out of her soaking wet pussy as
she pleaded for more. She swore to him how sorry she was and how she
wanted him, all of him, so badly she could hardly stand it...and
finally he gave her exactly what she was craving.

Dinner and a Spanking

When you pick me up for our usual Friday night dinner date, I am not my usual sweet and good natured self. I don't know why, but I had been in a mood all day. I try to act normal, but you can tell something isn't right, so you keep asking if everything's ok. This annoys me to no end and I get snappy with you. Then we get in the car and I start to pout because I wanted to go to my favorite sushi place, where we had been the last few times, but you want to try a new steak and seafood restaurant that your co-worker recommended, and insist on going there instead. We arrive and go inside; it's packed. The hostess informs us that it will be a 30-60 minute wait for a table. I'm not happy to hear that, I grumpily point out that there's never a long wait time at the sushi place. "Now baby that's enough, you always get to pick where we eat, and tonight I feel like trying something new. We're staying here and that's that. I'd appreciate it if you'd just knock off the attitude and enjoy it." "But I'm hungryyy." You just give me a look. "Fine." Finally we get seated. The waitress comes around to take our drink order; you order a beer and I order a glass of wine and some water with lemon. About 10 minutes later she hurriedly drops off our drinks. I notice that I have a plain glass of water. "Oh my god they never listen to me, she didn't bring me any lemon, I can't believe this always happens!" "Well honey they're pretty busy…" "Pfft this is just ridiculous," I pout. She comes back around to take our dinner order and I ask huffily if I could please get some lemon for my water. She apologizes and says she forgot, quickly returns with a dish of wedged lemons, I just roll my eyes. I hear you mutter something under your breath about how I don't seem to need anymore sourness tonight and I glare at you. Dinner arrives, everything smells great, and you seem very pleased with the steak you ordered. My shrimp pasta looks nice, but when I take a bite of the shrimp I don't think it's as good as when I cook it myself. I'm always very careful to cook the shrimp just enough so that it's moist and tender, and this shrimp is overdone. You see the irritated look on my face and ask what the problem is now. I tell you the shrimp is nasty, it has the texture of rubber. You raise an eyebrow and ask to try a bite. You declare that it's perhaps very slightly on the chewy side but tastes great and is certainly nowhere near to resembling rubber. "Knock off the attitude Lily, I'm warning you," you say quietly. Fuming that you didn't take my side, I flag down the waitress. I throw a fit about the shrimp and insist that she take it back and have them cook me a new one properly. Just as she's about to take it away you ask her the way to the restrooms and she gives you directions. The moment she's gone you jump up, grab my purse in one hand and my ear in the other, yank me up and drag me towards the bathroom. Shocked and mortified I demand to know what you think you're doing. "What I apparently should have done back at the house!" you whisper harshly into my ear as you pull me into a bathroom stall and straight over your knee. Quickly I feel my skirt flipped up and panties yanked down. I feel your hand begin to rain down several sharp smacks on my bottom and hear them ringing out and echoing against the bare tile walls. "Stop it! Are you crazy?? Somebody might hear!! I'm so embarrassed!" I cry. "I don't care if you're embarrased, you've done nothing but embarrass me since we got here. You've been acting like a spoiled little brat just because you didn't get your way for once. Well I've had it, if you're going to act like a child I'm going to take you out and spank you like one. If the waitstaff can hear this I'd be willing to bet that they're applauding," you lecture me as you continue to spank. I know I'm pushing it but I can't help myself, quietly I say, "But…but…the shrimp was overcooked…" "Young lady, the only thing that's going to be overcooked here tonight is your bottom!" you growl as you reach for my purse. You find the small oval wooden hairbrush that I always carry and you pull it out. "Daddy no, please don't spank me with that, it hurrrts!" "Lily, I warned you repeatedly didn't I? Well now you're going to get it." *WHACK* *WHACK* *WHACK* "Owwwwwie yes Daddy but I didn't think you'd actually spank me herrre! Pleeeease!" You continue spanking me until my bottom is bright red, sore, and tender, and I am squirming across your lap, sniffling and promising to be good. You stand me up in front of you and sternly inform me that I'll be getting a lot more when we get home, but for now we're going back out to enjoy the rest of our dinner in peace. "There will be no more whining, complaining, or rudeness, RIGHT?" "No Sir there won't," I say with a quivering lip. "And you're to apologize to our waitress. She has a very demanding job in a very busy restaurant and does not need more work and stress to be created by cranky customers, understood?" "But Daddy she…" "Lily!" "Yes Sir." "Alright, good. No more pouting, pull up your panties like a good girl." You give me a kiss, wipe my eyes, and walk me back to the table. My bad mood is gone and we do have a much more pleasant rest of our dinner, though I must enjoy it sitting on a sore bottom and anticipating the punishment still to come at home.

Lily's Biology Lesson

Note: This story is all true up until the spanking part, I have long dreamed of it ending this way and so wrote the story, enjoy! :-) .. .. First day of a new semester was always exciting for Lily. She had noticed that every semester was the same, excitement and enthusiasm on the first day and exhaustion and the feeling of just wanting it all over by the end. Still, knowing how it would end didn’t dampen the excitement for something new to begin. Would her teachers be cool and interesting or would they be jerks and make the whole thing much harder than it should be? Would she be stimulated or bored by these new classes? .. .. First class of the day was General Biology. Lily had already taken two science classes and a lab, which she thought fulfilled the requirement for her degree, but had been told she should still take a biology course to have a complete transcript. Her science professor for the other classes had been pretty awful and she definitely did not want any more classes with him. Fortunately biology was being offered with a different teacher. She had no idea who he (she?) was, so was curious to find out what it would be like. Eagerly she arrived to her classroom and took a seat in the front row. She used to always sit in the very back, not because she was a bad student, but because she was so shy, she was still shy but had come a long way and was proud of it! Now that she was almost ready to graduate she was finally a bit more comfortable and enjoying being a part of her classes, that’s life huh? .. .. Mr. R. breezed into the room just on time for class to begin, a man clearly quite a bit older than she (45 to her 27), slightly disheveled as the best professors tend to be, but tall, healthy, with a friendly and in charge demeanor. He didn’t have supermodel good looks, but Lily found him attractive, though she did not normally go for older men, so it was a bit confusing. Lily was mesmerized from the moment he started to speak. Her stomach flopped as he explained that this was not a class for biology beginners, there had been a mix-up with the school and they had given us the wrong books too. This wasn’t General Biology; it was Cell Biology at an advanced level. We shouldn’t be taking this class unless we were a science major because it would simply be too difficult. Well Lily had never taken biology at all, and wasn’t a science major in the sense he meant. But the class fit her schedule and she found his lecturing fascinating, he was so knowledgeable and passionate. She didn’t want to change her schedule so rationalized that she was technically a science major, psychology is a science, and how hard could it be? She was smart, she could do it, and she considered it a personal challenge. You see, Lily likes to bite off more than she can chew at times. .. .. It turned out that he was neither kidding nor exaggerating; the class was very intense and difficult! Many students dropped the class. It was especially difficult considering Lily had no knowledge of biology. Mr. R. was demanding of students, he had no problem showing annoyance if he felt someone wasn’t trying hard enough. He liked Lily though and was patient with her “stupid” questions. He taught her to use a microscope which was extremely enjoyable to her. He always tried to make sure she understood things and was not as harsh with her as was the way she heard him speak to others. He knew she didn’t have the background of the other students and wanted to do well. Though he had warned students to never be late lest he embarrass them in front of the class, when Lily was running late he never said a word, he even teased her a couple of times telling her she was right on time. He could probably tell she was sensitive and that the “hardass” tactic wouldn’t work very well. .. .. It was true, most of the time Lily responded best to kindness. In fact, though she was shy on the surface, she had a very hardheaded streak which did not respond well at all to people who would try to control or belittle her. She had been known to allow her grades to suffer in classes purely out of rebellion from disliking the way a teacher handled things. The exception of course was that Lily was into spanking. She loved when a dominant man would take control of her and spank her for being naughty, this was always her biggest fantasy since childhood, but of course her teachers never spanked her. She sensed a dominant vibe from Mr. R. and this only made her admire him that much more. .. .. As the semester went on she found the class to be grueling. There were tests every week, he called them quizzes but they were long difficult tests with a lot of essay questions, so if you didn’t know the answers you were pretty much screwed. You couldn’t BS answers because they generally involved a lot of words nobody but scientists have ever heard of, and there wasn’t even multiple choice for some chance of getting a right answer. He was a fair teacher and if you were at every class, took good notes, and studied them you would know the answers to the tests. Lily loved listening to him; she never missed a class and faithfully wrote down everything. The one thing she didn’t always do was study. It always showed very clearly in her score whether she had studied or not. When he would pass back the scores he would sometimes praise her, once he even whispered that her A was the high score for the class and he sounded so happy! She was elated that she could do so well in a subject where she had a disadvantage and because he was proud of her. When she didn’t study and received a low grade she knew she would receive a mild scolding and air of disappointment from him. For some reason he made her want to please him and she studied more than she normally would have to do well. .. .. Those tests sucked, but the worst thing about the class was the 10 page scientific research paper due at the end. Lily’s affinity for Mr. R. still could not rival her distaste for academic writing assignments. The same girl who could easily write pages and pages just for fun absolutely hated structured writing assignments and would always put them off till the last minute. Still, she always got good grades on her last minute papers so she wasn’t that concerned. Throughout the semester Mr. R. encouraged his students to get started on the paper, to choose their topic, start their research and write drafts, to consult him for help. Well Lily being Lily waited till the last possible minute to choose a topic. Then she researched it at the library, printed out the articles she would need to use, and left them sitting in the car, didn’t read them. She could do it later…and…later. .. .. Suddenly the end of semester was near. Lily decided to look over the material and start forming some ideas for the paper. Despite Mr. R’s warnings she didn’t think it would be that hard, she knew how to write papers. Well it turned out she was mistaken, she had no clue what these articles were talking about! They were so scientific and though she was reasonably good at English, she hadn’t the faintest clue as to what half of the words even meant! Just trying to read them made her head hurt. It was a week till the due date and she couldn’t understand her research material. Mr. R. had said he would not give help after a certain point which had passed, but Lily asked him if he could help her and he said yes, he would after class.

Once everyone else had left Mr. R. came to the table where Lily was sitting. He looked over her research and admitted that even he did not understand some of the articles she had found. This made her feel a bit better. He wrote down some ideas for her and underlined words for which she needed to look up definitions. It was all very helpful and gave her a good starting point, though it was clearly going to be difficult to figure it all out in one more week. When they had finished going over the material Lily got up to leave. .. .. Mr. R. had gone back to his podium, and then he hesitantly spoke to her. He told her he was very disappointed when students didn’t do their best. He said that he knew she was capable of having A’s on every test and didn’t understand why she hadn’t. He lectured her about putting off the paper and not studying enough. Lily was mortified. She very much liked and wanted to please this man and here he was annoyed with her. The way he was lecturing reminded her very much of a Dom! Surely he couldn’t have known she was into that, couldn’t have known that his personality had inspired many spanking fantasies for her. .. .. As Lily looked down and apologized for her poor study habits, Mr. R. could tell she was feeling submissive. Little did Lily know, Mr. R. was in fact a Dom. Though he had never sought involvement in “the scene” for professional reasons, he had always enjoyed it from a distance, watching videos, and reading stories. He had disciplined his ex-wives and always been the alpha male in his relationships. In fact, he had seen the spanking videos Lily had done which were posted online. He knew her secret though she did not know his. Lily had finally met her match in a professor; she was not used to this feeling. What happened next was something she was even less used to, in a school setting anyway. .. .. After about 5 minutes of lecturing during which he managed to mix praise and disappointment towards her Mr. R. beckoned Lily to come over to him. She was unsure why he would do so, but obeyed. He was a little bit worried as to whether he could get in trouble for this, but they were alone and from what he knew of Lily he thought that she would appreciate and benefit from it, and keep his secret. He looked into her eyes and told her she had been irresponsible, undisciplined, and naughty. He asked if she agreed. Lily blushed deeply and instinctively said, “Yes Sir.” That was exactly what he needed to hear to give him the courage to carry out his plan. Many times he had admired Lily’s curvaceous backside and imagined giving it a good spanking when he knew she was slacking a bit. His professionalism had held him back, but now he knew he had to take the opportunity or he would always regret it. He also truly believed she needed the motivation with her studies; he could tell that this had never happened to her before and that her teachers had never known how to handle her in order to get the best results of which he knew she was capable. .. .. His heart beat faster, as did hers, as he spoke his next words, “Young lady, you have not been doing your best and we both know it. Since you lack self discipline, I feel I have an obligation to handle this. Bend over my desk.” Lily was shocked! She had been spanked as an adult many times, but always by people she had met who were into spanking or men she dated whom she had asked to spank her. A professor would never dare! He couldn’t possibly know who she was, that she was into this…could he? They both were fully aware that he could lose his job for this. But she liked him, and she knew he liked her, and she had fantasized about this after all! Yes, she could take this from him, she appreciated that he genuinely cared about her and her grades. But still, she couldn’t help wondering if this was a dream… Lily’s musing over the situation was abruptly brought back to reality when Mr. R. said, “I do believe you heard me, bend over now little girl!” .. .. Somewhat in a daze that this was happening, Lily could do nothing but obey. She looked back over her shoulder at Mr. R. She saw the usual kind look for her in his eyes, but this time she also saw a certain determination, a strictness which gave her butterflies in her tummy. This couldn’t be happening. But it was! Blushing even more deeply she leaned forward onto the desk, knowing what was about to happen. She felt the first hard smack over her jeans and gasped. This was just his hand? She had been spanked with paddles that didn’t feel harder than this. Her suspicions that he was a strong man were easily confirmed in this moment. As the blows continued she began to yelp, squirm, and try to wiggle her bottom away, but he held her fast with his left hand while he spanked her with his right. .. .. Next thing Lily knew, Mr. R. stood her back up. She wondered briefly if this meant it was over, but quickly found out that it was not when he unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down to her knees. Absolutely mortified she tried to protest but he had come this far, he knew he might as well go for it. Her lacey panties offered no real protection from the blows and did not even cover the bottom of her cheeks, so he decided to allow her to keep them up. His goal was not to humiliate but to teach, he was her teacher after all, now in a much different sense than before. The hand spanks were gradually reddening her bottom and he could tell she was impressed. Still, he wanted to make an even deeper impression. He now removed his heavy leather belt. This was a lesson Lily would not soon forget. .. .. Doubling the belt, Mr. R. rubbed Lily’s bottom for a moment, soothing the sting and speaking to her as he always had, with caring concern. She knew what he was doing, had heard that familiar “whoosh” of a belt being taken off. Lily was frightened; she knew this would hurt very much. But she respected him, she trusted him; she was willing to accept whatever he felt she deserved. And hurt it did. As the belt cracked down on her bottom Lily cried out in pain. It felt like absolute fire and the sting penetrated her skin deeply. Before she could catch her breath the belt landed again, and again and again. Mr. R. was very thorough with his application and did not miss a spot. Lily’s bottom was bright red from the top to mid-thigh. Those blows on her thighs were especially intolerable and caused Lily to cry out and beg him to stop, but he didn’t stop, if anything he just spanked harder. Soon she began to sob from the combination of pain, embarrassment, and the knowledge that she had disappointed her favorite professor this much.

By the time it was done, Lily was practically Jell-O. A mess of tears and emotion, embarrassment and contrition, Mr. R. scooped her up in his arms and hugged her. She hugged him back and buried her face in his chest. He assured her that he had done this because he did care and he could tell she needed it. She knew that. In that moment she realized that she respected him more than she had ever respected any professor, and she knew it was because they shared this. It always had been, she had always sensed this in him, yet not been sure. Now she was sure. Once she calmed down a bit he talked to her just a bit more about starting her paper immediately when she got home, and of course she did. They both were very pleased with the A she went on to earn for it.

Lily's Punishment

Lily found herself in an all too familiar predicament. Facing the wall, arms outstretched, palms resting against the cool paint, feet on the floor, legs spread, and panties at half-mast.

Her bottom already glowing warmly from the spanking she'd received after being quickly
pulled across her Daddy's lap. She never meant to be bad, yet somehow
her mouth tended to get the better of her rather frequently, causing
her to commit the misbehavior which her Daddy referred to simply as
"being cheeky." Her tummy did a little flip flop as she heard him
returning with the cane. Momentarily a twinkle came into her eye as she
contemplated making a run for it, but then thought better of that.
Thank goodness he missed it. She was in enough trouble.

She
waited anxiously for him to speak, which he did soon enough. He told
her that she'd been a willful little brat, and that though he
admittedly enjoyed her spirit, he could not let that keep him from
doing his duty. He said that he hated to have to punish her (which she
wasn't so sure about), and so would do his best to ensure that it would
not be needed again for a long time. She was to receive 20 strokes, 5
on each cheek, 5 on each upper thigh. Apparently his idea was that
sitting on a tender striped bottom would help her to remember to think
before speaking. "Good luck", she thought. She hated to displease him,
but truth be known, she very much enjoyed to be on the receiving end of
his discipline.

That's not to say that it didn't hurt, as she
was about to find out. Oh the time that passed between being scolded
and feeling the first swish of the cane. Anticipation was delicious
torment and she savored it, trying not to squirm too much. But her
reverie was soon interrupted by the jolt of the cane making its first
contact with her flesh. She jumped slightly and let out a soft "Oh
fuck!" as she felt the line of fire spreading through her bottom. He
was not amused and informed her that there would be no more such
outbursts, and that he now wanted to hear her count the strokes as they
fell. She hated counting, hated it. He knew it too! She was rather
angry, in fact, but decided that this may not be the best time to
inform him of it.

Instead she did as she was told, and took the
rest of her punishment in submission. He saved the licks across her
thighs for last, and they came very rapidly and stung so badly, she
could feel her eyes stinging too, and then hot tears poured down her
cheeks, it was over. She wanted so badly to rub the fire out, but knew
it wasn't allowed. He came around to her front, lifted her chin in one
hand, and wiped away her tears with the other. He kissed her eyes
softly and whispered, "I'm so sorry sweetness, but you know it was for
the best." She blushed and nodded slightly. Her soft lips went into the
pout that she knew he loved, and she told him how sorry she was that
she had been naughty.

She could see that his member was
beginning to stir under his pants, and he walked around behind her. He
instructed her to spread her legs wider, no wider still, so that he
could inspect her other set of wet pink lips. They glistened with the
moisture of her excitement, her legs were trembling as he slid two
fingers into her sex, as deep as they would go. "You naughty little
slut, you're enjoying this, aren't you?" Her entire body flushed from
embarrassment, as she moaned and replied, "Yes Sir. Very much so."

As
he drew his fingers out of her pussy, it was left dripping with her
juices. They slid forward and found her clit, which grew stiffer on
contact. He thought of taking her right then and there, but managed to
control the impulse. He reached around to her breasts, and roughly
pinched both of her nipples, hardening them into little pebbles to
match her clit. She yelped, but immediately felt waves of pleasure
overtake her body. Suddenly she was consumed with the urge to pleasure
him; she looked up at him imploringly, and begged to be allowed to
leave her position. "Please Daddy, may I suck your big throbbing cock?"
She was dying to wrap her lips around it, dazzle him with her skills,
hear his appreciative pleasure moans.

"Yes, of course you may"
he said as he walked to his favorite comfy chair and sat down. "Now,
come kneel in front of me baby." "Yes Daddy!" she replied gratefully.
She knelt as she was told, and hungrily unzipped his pants to get to
the object that she adored above all others, her Daddy's hot, pulsating
cock. She could smell and almost taste it, her lips were so close, and
then, not able to help herself, she kissed it tenderly. He reached down
and stroked her hair as she took its length into her mouth, felt it
bump up against the back of her throat, and then slid her lips back up
to the top, sucking softly all the way.

Her hands steadily
stroked and twisted at the base, and with gusto, she showed him just
how much her tongue was capable of. She used it to flick at it, to lick
it up and down like an ice cream cone, to swirl circles around its
head. Periodically she would stop to suckle on little spots,
particularly the underside of the head. She reached down with one hand
to gently massage his balls, and continued to cup and play with them as
she took him in once again, this time sucking much harder. She did not
think it possible, but she felt his cock grow even harder inside of her
mouth as she twisted, moaned and sucked, and she knew he was close.

She
heard her Daddy grunt and he let out the sound more pleasing to her
ears than the finest music, the sound of bliss that she had given to
him. Oh how she wished he were inside of her pussy, about to fill it,
rather than her mouth, but this one was for him, she wanted to show him
what a good girl she could be. And then she felt it, the hot creamy
liquid, bubbling out, splashing into her wet hungry mouth. She was
careful not to let any run out as she swallowed it and then licked her
Daddy's cock clean with her pink tongue.

When she had finished,
he pulled her up onto his lap and kissed her deeply. She snuggled up in
his arms and purred as she felt his voice rumbling through his shirt.
"You've done very well sweetness, and I know that you must be aching
for release. But we are both very tired, and I am spent. What do you
say we have a little nap and then continue our fun later this evening?"
She was exhausted and so she grinned and agreed.

The couple
climbed into bed and drifted off to sleep in their favorite position:
Lily snuggled up on her Daddy's chest with his strong and protective
arm wrapped around her shoulders. She awoke about 2 hours later, she
usually was the one to wake up first, being the lighter sleeper of the
two. Her nap had reenergized her and she was feeling mischevious all
over again, as well as extremely horny, not having had her release
earlier. He looked so very peaceful, she thought, smiling in his sleep,
in another world...she wondered what he was dreaming of...of course it
was her.

Lily began to grow impatient, she wanted to pounce on
him, right now! She had waited long enough and her desire had begun to
pulse through her body, it was too much, she couldn't even think
clearly...she had to wake him up...and so...she tickled him. Just a
little, right under his arm. Quickly she pulled back, putting on an
innocent face and watching, hoping he would wake up. But he only
grunted in annoyance and turned over on his side, facing her.
Frustrated, she again reached over to him...tickling just a bit more
and...he jumped and his eyes flew open in that startled way that eyes
do when one is woken suddenly. She was not quick enough, he saw her
hand pulling away.

"What are you doing young lady?!" he growled.
"Oh Daddy, I'm sorry, I just was awake and couldn't wait any longer, I
want you. Don't be such a grump." Lily's bottom was still quite sore
from earlier and she really didn't want to be punished again. She
smiled at him sweetly. Her Daddy couldn't believe her nerve, but he
wasn't really angry. Still, he wanted to give her a bit of a scare to
teach her a lesson. He very sternly told her that he thought the
punishment he gave her earlier would have at least kept her on good
behavior for a couple of days, but that apparently it had not been
severe enough. Her heart felt like it was in her throat, she pleaded
with him not to punish her anymore. She just wanted to fuck him more
than anything! But he sat up on the bed and for the second time that
day, pulled her across his lap, positioning her bottom high in the air.

Lily
squirmed frantically over her Daddy's knees, giving him the show he
preferred to any other. He told her that she was a very naughty little
girl, and that naughty little girls are to be soundly spanked on their
bare bottoms. But when his hand descended on her backside, she
instantly knew the difference in the feel of it. Yes, it stung, but it
was not too hard, it was playful and sensual. If she was craving
release before, she now felt an incredible ache for it, her body was
tingling all over, but it was tingling the strongest between her legs.
She was also dripping wet, a fact that her Daddy could easily see from
the position she was in. Lily began to buck up and down in rhythm with
his spanks. Slowly he started to let his fingers wander down, dipping
inside of her, massaging her clit, followed by another sharp slap. He
could see that her clit was throbbing now and that she needed to cum.

Daddy
lifted his now very well spanked and aroused little girl from his lap
and laid her back onto the bed. She winced a bit as her sore bottom
rubbed against the covers on the bed. He pulled her trembling legs
apart and gazed at her pussy, wet and swollen, it was just begging him
to come closer. Lily gasped as he lowered his face into it, both
teasing and pleasing her with his tongue. He moaned with his lips
against her and sent powerful vibrations through her body. Then he got
his lips around her sensitive clit and began to both suck on it and
stroke it with his tongue, tracing circles over it, sometimes lightly
and sometimes with more pressure while two fingers easily entered her
pussy...he bent them forward to massage her g-spot from the inside.

The
feelings were so intense that Lily cried out and squirmed, but he held
her still and kept at it, waiting for that delicious moment when she
would finally let it all go. And she soon did, he felt her whole body
shake as she moaned loudly and her little clit spasmed over and over
inside his still gently sucking mouth. Of course all of this had once
again awoken his cock, and now she was more than ready for it. She
moaned as he filled her, she knew of no pleasure greater than that full
feeling of her Daddy ramming his hard cock inside of her.

He
lifted her up so that she was sitting on his lap, riding him. Her
beautiful full breasts in perfect position, he cupped them in his hands
and used his mouth on her nipples, sucking and gently biting them,
sending even more waves of pleasure over her. He then pulled her head
back by her hair, kissed her neck softly and whispered into her ear,
"Daddy loves his little brat, he wants to fuck her for hours." That
line sent Lily over the edge again and this time he exploded inside of
her as she exploded around him, kissing each other deeply and clinging
so tightly, bound together by love and lust and everything they shared.

Careful What You Wish For

Ok I found it, my first spanking story. It's really just a silly bit of fantasy...and I'm aware that it's not that great. It does, however,
share some of my very personal feelings and fantasies.

It was
just a typical, boring day in the life of Elle. The time always seemed
to just drag when her husband Jim was at work. Not that she had nothing
to do...there was that pile of dishes in the sink that he had asked her
to do...not to mention that pile of homework she had due next week for
her college classes. She looked at both piles in contemplation, but
then did what she always did, turned up her nose in disgust and
thought, "I'll do them tomorrow."

She decided to go out and get
the mail...maybe one of her favorite magazines will have shown up. No
such luck...just a bunch of junk mail...and...ewww...bills. One in
particular made her stomach turn when she saw it. It was that SuperCard
that she'd gotten...and as she now remembered...had forgotten to pay
after she'd racked up quite a few purchases on it last month! She
ripped open the envelope, and about fell over. It seems they add very
large fees when you forget to pay. Now her $500 card with the $15
minimum payment suddenly had a $729 balance! And they wanted $229
minimum right now! How in the world were they ever going to pay this?
And Jim was going to be so angry!

Thinking of his reaction...she
recalled a fantasy she'd often had. Instead of getting so mad and
yelling at her, why couldn't he just give her a spanking? She had never
known why, but she had always, since she was a little girl, fantasized
about a big strong man who loved her enough to give her the discipline
she needed and craved. She had even asked Jim to spank her before, and
he did so, during foreplay. It was great fun, but he didn't really
share or understand this desire she had. The moment she would start to
squirm or complain, he would immediately stop, so she had never really
lost control. He had been raised, to never hit a lady, and couldn't
imagine doing anything to really hurt the girl he loved. And Elle
wouldn't really want him any other way...still...she couldn't shake
that fantasy. The one where her man had just had quite enough of her
nonsense and made up his mind to really teach her a lesson.

A
few days before, Elle had been doing a little shopping at her favorite
thrift store when something caught her eye. Down in the bottom of a
bin, almost hidden, was a paddle! It was a small oval wooden one,
similar to a hairbrush, but no bristles. The paddle was only $1, so she
bought it, thinking it might be fun to give to Jim on her birthday, in
hopes of getting a spanking. With all this thinking about spanking that
she'd been doing, she pulled it out from where she had hidden it under
her mattress to gaze at it, thinking about how it would feel if it were
properly applied to her bottom. As she looked more closely, she
couldn't help but notice how worn it looked...as if it had been
well-used on many occasions. "I sure wish it had been used on me!", she
sighed. Strange...she could've sworn she saw it sparkle...only for an
instant...but...nah it must've just been her imagination. Then she
looked at it again, more closely, and saw, in extremely faint writing,
the words "Rub Me". What an odd thing for it to say...oh what the
hell...she gave it a rub. Then she laughed at herself, thinking, "I
must really be going crazy to have thought anything would happen!"

As
she was about to put the paddle back in it's place, she got the funny
feeling that she wasn't alone. She slowly turned, looking over her
shoulder, and nearly passed out at what she saw! There was a man
standing there! And not just any man...he truly looked like an
angel...dark
blonde shaggy hair, chocolate brown eyes which had just a hint of green
in them, tan complexion, very rugged, at over 6 feet tall he towered
over her petite 5'2" body! And what's
more, he had her paddle in his hand. He may have looked like an angel,
but as she studied his face, she could see a very mischevious glint in
his eyes...his perfect mouth then began to spread into a wide smile
that could melt an iceberg. She couldn't help thinking how devillishy
sexy this "angel" looked. "Wh-wh-who are you???", Elle demanded of him.
After all, he was very attractive, but it was still a stranger in her
bedroom. Then, from his mouth, came the most sexy, deep, amazing voice
she had ever heard, he even had the Australian accent that she often
fantasized about..."You really don't know do you? I mean, after all, I
wouldn't be here if you hadn't wished it." "What the fuck are you
talking about? You have 60 seconds to explain yourself before I call
the police!" "Well now young lady, there's no need for that. I wouldn't
be around when they got here anyway and you'd look a bit silly then
wouldn't you? I'd love to see you explain to them how you met a genie."

"A
genie?", she asked incredulously. She hadn't believed in Santa since
she was 5, and this man was telling her he was a genie??? Still, she
couldn't really figure out how he got there. "Oh yes", he said, "name's
Gabe, been around for thousands of years fulfilling the spanking wishes
of young women who come across my paddle." "Your paddle?", she
asked...she was truly confused now...she pinched herself wondering if
she was dreaming, but she didn't seem to be. He was obviously becoming
annoyed with her..."Did you wish for a spanking or not?" "Well, I guess
I did, but...", her voice trailed off. "But you didn't expect to
actually get one did you?" "N-n-no...not really.", she stammered. He
looked her over...hmmmm the girl definitely needs an attitude
adjustment, he thought...but she's rather cute, flashing green eyes,
blonde hair, curvy figure...oh how he loved his job! "You've never been
spanked before have you?", he asked her as he flashed that damn grin
again. "Of course I have!", she retorted, feeling rather defensive, "My
parents spanked me when I was little, and my husband has spanked me
too." He sighed, "No no, I mean a REAL spanking." Elle felt her cheeks
turning red...how could he know she'd never gotten more than a few
swats in her life? And how could he know that she'd always dreamed of a
man who would give her more than that?

He could see the
questions in her eyes, the wheels spinning as she tried to make sense
of all this. "You have been a naughty girl lately, haven't you Elle?"
Shit! He knew her name...and apparently more than that! Ok...stay
calm...she thought. "I don't know.", she lamely replied. He began to
walk to the kitchen, "I think you bloody well do know!", he mumbled.
She wondered...what is he doing now? She also couldn't help but notice
that his rear view was almost as nice as his front! He was wearing a
pair of black leather pants and had about the most perfect ass she'd
ever seen on a man. Of course, soon she'd be much more concerned with
her own ass. As he grabbed an armless chair from the dining room table
and set it down close to where she was standing, she figured out
exactly what he was doing. Her tummy did a little flip flop and she
couldn't believe this was actually happening. "I know about the
SuperCard Elle, and the dishes, and the homework, and your generally
poor attitude. Young lady, you are in need of some serious discipline,
and I am here to give it to you." Her green eyes got very large as she
listened to him...this IS what she wanted...isn't it?

She had
been doing a lot of thinking about what she really wanted, but as he
took hold of her arm and pulled her across his lap, it became clear to
her that she, for once, had no control over the situation! This man was
going to give her the spanking she had wished for, and there was
nothing she could do about it. She felt a tingle all over her body of
fear, anticipation and excitement all at once. Gabe informed her that
he would first give her a warm-up hand spanking, and promptly proceeded
to apply his large hand to her bottom over her pajama pants. She
thought of protesting, but thought better of it, the man she had wished
for would only spank her harder if she complained, so she thought she'd
just see how this went. As he continued to spank her...she began to
smile slightly...she had been so afraid of this and it didn't really
hurt at all! Little did she realize that for the warm-up he was barely
using any force at all. He smirked to himself thinking of her false
sense of security, and just kept on spanking. Of course, a sting began
to build up, as happens with warmups, and she started to squirm just a
bit. Just as she started to feel uncomfortable, he STOPPED! Is that
it??? Then, to her horror, she realized that the hunk whose lap she
happened to be over was slipping his large fingers into the waistband
of her pants! "NO!", she said loudly. "Oh but yes.", he smiled, "You
didn't think you were getting off that easily did you?" She was
mortified because she wasn't wearing any panties under those pjs! And
the thought of him looking at her bare bottom...how embarrassing!

Gabe
slid the pants down over the curve of her luscious backside until they
were down around her knees, and smiled at the view he had. Her bottom
was a soft pink where he had warmed it, milky white everywhere else.
She didn't feel embarrased for long though, he began to show her what
his hand was really capable of. It felt like she'd imagined a paddle
would, and he was careful to redden every inch. "Alright", he said,
"time for the paddle." When the paddle landed it's first loud swat,
Elle yelped from the sting. "Please, no, I can't!", she cried. Gabe
ignored her protests and started to really bring that paddle down on
her bare cheeks and thighs. Elle was yelping and wriggling from the
intense burn, all concerns for modesty gone. He took the paddle up one
side of her bottom and down the other, with an expertise she had only
dreamed about. He decided to check for signs of remorse, "If I let you
up now, are you going to stop goofing off and do your work and be more
careful with spending?" "Go fuck yourself!" He shook his head...she was
definitely a challenge, "Wrong answer." He then started really spanking
her hard...she had a lot of nerve cursing at him that way! As she
stared at the carpet, feeling a burn in her backside she had never even
imagined could hurt so badly, she wondered what got into her...how
could she be so stupid??? Then, determined to really teach her a
lesson, he started to really concentrate on her sit spot where her
bottom met her thighs. The little paddle, which had earlier seemed so
harmless, was starting to raise some real welts. Then he uttered one of
those phrases that Elle had always fantasized about hearing, "You won't
be able to sit down for a week!" She had never been brought to tears by
a spanking before, but this was really starting to hurt! And she was
really starting to feel sorry for the things she had done. She could
feel the tears welling up in her eyes, followed by a warm wet trickle
rolling down her cheeks. With the tears came the release that she had
craved for so long, the letting go. She felt so much better, in spite
of the pain, she felt cared for.

When Elle started to softly
sob, Gabe could tell that he had done his job well, that she was truly
repentant. He scooped her up to a sitting position on his lap, kissed
her gently, just held her, listening to her promises of better future
behavior, smiling, knowing this would only be the first of many lessons
for Elle.