I have a website, but it is very basic. I liked it because the templates were done and you just need to paste things in. A bit like Blog.co.uk. It's had lots of visits and pre-dates my blog. I want to do a more professional blog for my areas of work that have nothing to do with Suzee's writing,but feel a little overwhelmed by do-it-yorself site-building. I did buy a program for building a website, but got a bit girly about it all and done nothing.

My Cariad has been looking into it for me and decided he can put together a site for me, so I was thinking about giving Suzee a new site as well and wondered about some photos. We have discussed this possibility before and he was making a mental note to bring digital camera on a future visit.

We had decided that something a little naughty but tasteful and discreet would be right and we'd both feel comfortable about this. He is supportive of my writing and sees the need for me to have public persona but like so many men,he sometimes has mixed feelings about certain things. When I asked about clothing for pictures for Suzee's site, he suggested a burkah!!!!

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Thank you for visiting and keeping me in the Top Ten

And greetings to my more vocal friends and passers-by

I don't really 'do' bondage as it isn't my thing, but like a lot of people - and I assume this applies to non-fetish folk - some restriction can be quite sexy - if only the weight of a body on one's own or a clasped hand... I joke about 'bondage-lite' and have written some spanking pieces around this concept.

Channel 5 did a surprisingly good piece about fetish the other night and discussed Japanese ropework. I've seen pics and it can be rather beautiful - i've jokingly described some as human macrame. The piece on TV programme was more complex as it involved tying up of legs in what looked like a position of discomfort and the beautiful young woman was also suspended. She was utterly blissful and it obviously worked for her. I think she said she felt secure.

At the other end of the spectrum a piece of my fiction featuring 'bondage-lite'- before and after the spanking

As he eased his hands between her bottom and the door she felt him caress her inside her knickers. He stroked and squeezed her bottom telling her how naughty and eager she was and how she could get him the sack if he wasn’t careful. Juliette’s legs could hardly support her as Ray continued to fondle her buttocks and tell her how naughty she was.
“I think it’s time you got your six of the best, my girl!” he whispered stroking her bottom and gently biting her ear lobe.
Juliette continued to giggle despite the trouble she was having breathing and keeping upright. She leaned against the door but bowed her head for Ray to remove the loop of tie from her neck. When Ray took both her hands in one of his she barely registered his actions let alone intent as he casually placed the loop around her wrists and tightened the slipknot. A giggling but excited Juliette was led to the bed.

It seemed to take them both a while to realise Ray had stopped the spanking and was instead stroking the shuddering pink cheeks of the sobbing girl. Ray, however was first to recover his senses and eyed her tied hands speculatively. He quickly got to his feet, taking the shaking young woman with him. She was hardly aware of the loosening of her wrists before she was helped back on the bed. She was aware of a stinging and tenderness as her bottom touched the coverlet. She was also aware that Ray was pushing up her skirt gazing at her glistening pubes and barely contained boobs in their display of black lace. She began imagining how she must look but didn’t have to imagine the effect on Ray. His eyes were glazed with lust for her and he looked as though he had a tent pole in his smart trousers.
Fully dressed and with gown flapping – somewhere he had lost the mortarboard – he knelt astride Juliette and taking her wrist, still adorned with his tie he reached up and tightening the slipknot he tied the ends around the bed post. Still kneeling over his wife he studied her tear-streaked, mesmerised face and slowly removed his tie. A dazed Juliette watched in apparent distant fascination as the loop was slipped over her other wrist and Ray neatly tied the ends around the other bedpost.
Juliette felt wickedly exposed and lewdly vulnerable. She told herself there was nothing she could do but await Ray’s next move. There was something so naughty and so innocent in her powerlessness. She moved experimentally and felt a twinge of helplessness and a flame of excitement as the pull of the ties hindered all but small movements. She caught Ray’s grin as he watched her tiny adjustment of position. He then got up and still grinning pulled at the bows on the side of her panties...

...with just over 50 visitors, barely a hundred page-visits and almost non-existent banter I'm assuming the top ten says more about it being Christmas and me needing to get a life than about my brilliance and dedication as a blogger

To friends, readers and anyone interested - If you have any questions - please ask!

Hope most of you had a fabulous Christmas, although I know from my little wander via Blogland that some of you have had a sad and/or difficult time.

Here's positive thoughts for 2007.
Suzee
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Some of my blog friends have certain shared interests with me but are not 'out' or out here in Blogland. One of them wrote to me re suggested topic for a blog entry - bondage - which I shall discuss when mood and time is right. it occurs to me that others may have queries or topics they are too shy to bring up. Everyone is welcome to post anonymously as visitors. And I'm happy to receive messages on topics for blog entries. My regular readers will know I'm a spankee rather than a BDSMer, but I'm broad-minded and aware of various topics and practices and don't lack opinions!
Merry Christmas!
Suzee
xxx

on the basis that it is possible to be funny and erotic this is meant to be both - Hope it works!
As said previously - my Cariad and I won third prize with a jointly-penned Wild West story based on Stan and Suzee. He wrote second story for which he got first prize. I've written third story of which this is opening. we do have vague plans about writing a series - perhaps one day...

Deputy Stanford Strap was grateful… At least that’s what he told himself…. He was pleased Suzee was behaving herself. Despite his niggling doubts he couldn’t help grinning to himself as he scuffed at the dirt road that was Main Street with a well-worn boot. Suzee was behaving well enough not to get a serious spanking but she was contrary and teasing enough to oblige him to upend her pretty regularly for a soundly smacked bottom. He always spanked her until she was good and red and squealing and memories of her flailing legs, rearranged drawers and glowing bum caused him to scuff a bit harder and hastily rearrange his suddenly restricting Levis. Yup, getting to spank Suzee regularly was a real treat, and he really should be grateful…

So why did he keep reliving his memories of spanking her that first time in the Lucky Seven in front of everyone? And the glorious sight of her bent over and then cuffed to the bed? He relived her naughty striptease and her shedding her skirt and his parting of her drawers for her first bare bottomed spanking. And her shock when he’d suddenly pulled down her drawers for a taste of the belt…Damn! But his jeans seemed tight tonight, thought the bemused lawman as his mind wandered back…

And the fight between her and Kitty! The pleasure of having them both bent over in the bar for a thorough belting with skirts and petticoats hitched up… And watching Suzee’s fascinated horror as he took the switch to Miss Kitty’s bare backside, then watching Suzee stretch herself over the bed, kneeling with her skirts up so he could pull down her drawers for a switching…He’d really have to do something about these Levis he thought, as he discreetly rearranged himself and thought of the fucking he gave Suzee after that dose of the switch.

What was it he’d threatened her and the rest of the girls with? Any repeat of their behaviour or any trouble and they’d be over the fence at the next fair to take six from each of the lucky six winners of the raffle. Nervy Derek’s request for ten tickets had got a howl of approval, but the lawman’s threat: “You will take it with your backside bared for all to see” had caused a stunned but excited silence. As he moodily kicked a stone, Stanford realised that if it were Suzee over the fence he’d buy every damned ticket!

Of course he was pleased she was behaving herself. And he enjoyed the level of cheekiness and disrespect that justified her regular trips over his lap with drawers parted or pulled down for a spanking. She was always spanked hard enough to give Stan real pleasure, but he was too much of a gentleman to give her a real whupping for her discreet naughtiness.

Suzee was getting rather cocky once again. She knew she had the lawman in the palm of her hand. He couldn’t get enough of her and she knew it. She also knew how much pleasure he took regularly warming her backside. Suzee told herself it was her natural high spirits and sense of fun that somehow got her to tease him that bit too much and led to the inevitable struggle that always seemed to end with her over his knee with her bum rudely exposed as he spanked her like a naughty girl. There was nothing little-girl about the wonderful attention he paid her after warming her bum though! Suzee couldn’t help a little wriggle as she thought of Stan’s attentions when she’d had her backside tanned once again by the sexy deputy.

She had been really careful to behave herself in public, though! There was no way these hicks were going to see her getting her bare backside lashed at the County Fair…Dammit! But her immaculately laundered drawers were itchy today, thought Suzee distractedly…

...It seems to be self-perpetuating for a while doesn't it? having been spammed with the nastiest of porn links I've kept way so been somewhat inactive but stayed in top ten. presumably once one gets in one gets notices and people check out and some even revisit as result...
Anyway - merry Christmas, Folks and thanks for reading. thank you for those who've been supportive and those with whom I've bantered and even been made to think!
take care.
Hugs (If Mrs T is lurking I AM common!)and kisses,
Suzee
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This is quick visit 'cos I'm not in mood to play. Some vile person posted on here using sick name and planted links to awful sounding sites.
Sometimes it's hard to be 'safe, sane and consensual' and have cool conversations about choice, erotica, porn and such when some words and concepts just make you feel ill and angry. I do know it is possible to have fantasies about non-consensual acts and not dream of acting on them. But when someone plants links to sites that appear to be selling real abuse and plant them here I am reminded of the reality of parts of the sex industry.
A sad Suzee
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...so how come my avatar on homepage doesn't have a 'strap line'?
Isn't 'The Thoughtful and Curious Spankee'the thing that should show up under my chosen pic? Or is there an unfilled box I missed?
I realise 'Suzee wants a strapline' could be open to interpretation, so my question is:
Does the phrase under people's pic denote bloggers' chosen blog title or is it something else? And if it is something else what do I have to fill in to get one? And no pun intended, so respectable responses please!

Lovely to have so many readers, if somewhat shy ones. If anyone has any questions - Please ask. meanwhile for those new to my blog I thought I'd post something I did a while back - it's a questionnaire put together by a spanking site which I completed and have now updated.

How did you become interested in spanking?
have had fantasies since childhood

Who is your usual spanking partner?
My Cariad (Welsh for lover/beloved)

How, if at all, does a spanking lead to sex? Describe any intimacy that might or does occur.
Inevitable at least once if privacy and circumstances allow as it is so erotic. If privacy is limited (opportunist spanking) then although the spanking is completely erotic it doesn't lead to sex.

Have you ever been involved with spanking clubs?
No. Not at all interested, but don't feel particularly judgemental about such activities - Just not my thing.

Describe the kinds of individual(s) who you have punished or who have punished you.
First person was nice man who had nothing in common with me, except interest in spanking. This confused him and made him suspicious and so relationship dwindled and ended. Current partner is well-educated, witty professional man with whom I share deep relationship inclusive of spanking. He too had fantasised all his life and we found our tastes matched

Describe the kinds of people you would like to punish you or you would like to punish and what you would want them to do.
Don't like word 'punish' for a start...I'm interested in men who are intelligent and sensual and can see that spanking can sometimes be a naughty, fun 'quickie'; a part of the deepest, most affectionate love-making and the darkest part of shared sensuality. I am lucky to have found such a partner. I am momogomous in spanking as well as broader sexuality.

What instruments, if any, do you want to use or want your spanking partner to use when a punishment is administered?
There is something deeply erotic about spanking by hand over a partner's knee, especially if begun over clothing and ending on the bare by removal of layers. Hairbrush, ruler, slipper, paddles and canes all acceptable and I like partner to choose, but only as he gets to understand me and learn my limits

Think back to the first time that an instrument (a strap, belt, paddle, etc.) was introduced as part of a spanking session. Describe that spanking.
My first partner caned me, but the spanking itself is not a clear memory. I have described it thus: This knowledge was exciting but could I cope with the reality? Yes. But I enjoyed the memory more than the event. I have an indelibly printed recollection of driving to Aberystwyth to interview potential staff for a project being fully aware of my striped bottom and loving the incongruity of it. It was also very erotic.

What kinds of rituals or role-play, if any, do you and your spanking partner perform?
I don't 'do' role-play (so far) and have written about this if you want to know more. I like to be spanked simply because my partner wants to do so. I don't like full bratting (I have yet to tie shoelaces together and don't own a water pistol. I might just manage to throw a cushion if I have to do so...) but can 'tease' my way into a spanking.

Describe your ideal spanking fantasy.
Fantasy is very different from what I like in reality and I can encompass any 'traditional' fantasy that is no more fierce than a domestic or school caning. Don't like serious SM, or humiliation in fantasy or reality. Some more severity, audience and lack of consent part of some fantasy. Ideal scenario is teasing man into threatening to spank me, continuing to tease and getting spanked.

If you have ever been watched while you received or administered a spanking, please tell us who it was
Not interested in this in real life

Have you ever shared your spanking session experiences or the physical after-effects of the punishment with friends or acquaintances?
As I was exploring and writing about this side of me I am 'out' to several vanilla friends and have had a factual piece on spanking printed. My two closest friends (male and female) do not have a problem with this and we can joke about it. I am slowly coming out of this particular closet, but don't believe we need to see ourselves firstly in terms of our sexuality. I am also mindful that ex-partners and family do not have choice if one is too public on such matters. As someone who wants to make diverse sexuality more acceptable I struggle with this issue.

What were the circumstances that occurred the first time that you received or administered a bare-bottom spanking?
First partner a haze as stated. Second time private, but came after kissing and before conventional lovemaking.

Of all the times you administered or received a spanking, which one stands out most in your mind?
Private.

How much, if at all, is spanking a part of your B&D lifestyle or created a desire to explore more fully the B&D lifestyle?
Not sure what this means or whose definition of 'lifestyle' matters. I have no intention of 'playing' in public but am interested in swapping views with other people who share interest in spanking. I have posted on notice boards on spanking sites and write about spanking so see myself as part of 'spanking community' in one sense, but not more fully in 'lifestyle'

Have you ever played with toys or used sexual aids? If so, which ones and how did you use them?
I own vibrators; handcuffs and spanking implements.lol Work it out for yourself!!!!!!!!!!!!

Do you own or have you ever rented spanking videos
No. I did buy a DVD of "The Secretary" but we've not yet got round to watching it!

What other Internet spanking sites have you visited? Please list.
Various. Like the stories and pics on several. Actually used to join discussions at www.britishspanking.com

Describe any special memories of spanking or corporal punishment scenes in films, television programs, books or newspapers that contributed to your desire to become part of the scene.
Childhood memories of men spanking grown women in fifties films and TV shows.

Have you ever been involved with swing clubs?
No

Well, it is possible that this 'Sweet Caroline' was inspiration for Neil Diamond - This is some of the background to the maid story revealing caroline's past as a rock chick...

As she awaited her ‘turn’ Caroline’s thoughts returned to the arrogant young man and despite her attempts at disdain she kept thinking about her adventures with the so-called sixties’ set in the early seventies. She was not as tarty as some of her contemporaries and although not exactly backward about being forward had enjoyed the glamour more than the so-called free love. She’d had her moments of course, but enjoyed being a little aloof and mesmerising the famous young men who were less brave away from their adoring public. She was rather good at attracting unrequited lust from the rock legends able to get laid as easily as they got fed and watered. Unlike some of her more star-struck friends Caroline realised her value as a prize not too readily available. Rod was not the only one to wonder about the possible delights under Miss Caroline Bone’s barely decent but well guarded flimsy cheesecloth and lace.
The men who had found favour with her had always been those who were not over-awed by the arrogance of her beauty and breeding. She didn’t like her lovers to be vulgar exactly but appreciated a certain earthiness not found among the Hooray Henries who never fully understood their sisters’ fascination with the rude world of popular music. It was strange the way the young man’s look had taken her back… Today’s so-called pop was full of insipid boy bands and manufactured rubbish with no sexuality whatsoever. She wondered idly who he was. He didn’t look like the son of anyone in their circle, nor one of the nouveau riche…

He was the one who ought to be embarrassed – although he obviously wasn’t. Perhaps it was just those sort of images were more common than she’d considered? The lack of strict women and subservient men, however, continued to niggle. If he was into ‘that sort of thing’ she was sure there were a lot of silly little girls like Fallon and Emma who’d be only too eager to drop their knickers and take a smacked bottom from their hero if it meant getting his attention. She vaguely remembered a roadie to the Scaffold or the Yardbirds or someone who seemed a little preoccupied with the nether regions of her and her friends. The rumour was that to get into bed with one of the band you had to keep the roadie happy. She seemed to remember Yolanda bragging about spending the night with a famous drummer but hotly denying a trip over the roadie’s lap with skirts raised and knickers down… Caroline couldn’t help her superior frown as she recalled the eagerness of some of her friends to get laid by the stars. She had always preferred to be chased than doing the chasing. Of course Spike wanted her but no way was he going to have her. He could remember what he failed to have when next fucking and spanking his silly little groupies. And to ensure he’d know what he was missing Caroline would be charm itself for the rest of the day…

I thought I'd better blog about spanking as I suddenly seem to have acquired some extra readers For fellow-Archers folk this was written about Caroline before her involvement with Guy Pemberton. it's an extract from a longish short story where Caroline takes part in a charity auction offering her services as a 'maid'. She is less than gracious and agrees to make amends to secure her reputation and the charity's money - Enjoy!

Caroline realised that despite her rage against him and her darkest suspicions he had not made a move she could honestly challenge. Against her desire to see him as a scoundrel her instincts told her he was a man of his word – and a smug, self-righteous bastard!
Hands on hips and breathing deeply, a defiant black-clad and booted Caroline faced her nemesis. “What is my punishment?”
The handsome young man faced the impossibly vibrant and sexy maid of his dreams and imagined the delights of lifting her skirts and lowering her knickers.
“I shall take a dap to you for your lateness, beat you for your lack of apology and for your surliness and spank you further for the slap.”
Caroline trembled in horror but how could she be surprised? What else could she have expected? She knew she had foolishly put herself into his power. The thought of Spike doing those things to her filled her with dread. Somewhere, though, she knew he wanted her and was too proud to admit it. The power was not all his. In her humiliation she could still deny him. She wondered about his intentions towards her skirts and silk knickers. She knew instinctively that she would be denied the protection of her skirt and layered petticoats. She wondered if he’d dared take down her knickers… She was tempted to negotiate for their continued protection but that would mean discussing them with him… Caroline realised the absurdity of risking having her knickers lowered rather than discussing them with Spike but her illogical pride denied her the possibility of such plea-bargaining. And what fiendish device was a ‘dap’? And how would he beat her? Or spank her? What had she let herself in for? She knew she could walk out. She was unwilling to risk his negative report on her ‘services’, she told herself as despite her anger and contempt she again felt instinctively that the smug, smiling toad was actually a man of his word. And that smug, speculative smile of his! Of course it wasn’t sexy! She found younger men crude and uncouth. It was a challenge! How dare the whippersnapper! He thought she was afraid of him and his silly bargain? She’d show him! Breeding would out!
“Very well, then, ‘Spike’,” - drawled and delivered hands on hips, fully aware of her long booted, nylon-clad legs, the rise and fall of her provocative breasts and the second skin of her bodice. Only Caroline could put such a sneer and question into a man’s name. Her attitude might get her beaten harder but she’d be damned if she’d let him intimidate her! – “How do you want me?”
And they both knew that he longed to spank her and fuck her and had done so from the moment he first set eyes on her. In his own way, Spike was as cool as Caroline. He knew he’d earned the right to spank this impossible, provocative woman but only with her agreement and that would be enough. Like Caroline he wasn’t into begging. If she chose to walk out – fine – a pity and a waste – but fine.
“Id like you to stand in front of the workbench, quietly and politely while I fetch the dap. Thank you”
Again, Caroline performed her long-legged laid-back swagger to the bench; now clear of Spike’s neatly sorted pictures and paraphernalia. She leaned nonchalantly against the sturdy table, smiled and raised her eyebrows as Spike grinned back; then equally casually sauntered out of the room…
Oh, hell! What was a fucking dap when it was at home? Now that Spike was out of the room Caroline’s smile felt like a death rictus as she fearfully contemplated her unknown in detail, but otherwise sealed fate. She was glad of the table behind her as her legs went weak and she leaned her bottom against the comfort of the wood, safe in its protection at least until Spike’s return.
His casual but suspiciously speedy return was greeted by an apparently relaxed and slightly bored Caroline leaning against the workbench where he’d left her. He was not fooled. The slight tremble to her lip and the flush of her gorgeously restricted but displayed breasts denoted excitement or fear. He was happy to take either or both. He was amused by her double take at the old-fashioned black plimsoll in his hand.
“What were you expecting?” he asked unable and unwilling to hide his amusement. Didn’t you know I had a Welsh upbringing? This, sweet Caroline, is a dap. It was used on naughty children in Welsh schools when you were a girl. This is your chance to test its efficacy, sweetheart.”
How dare he! The nerve of the man! Caroline’s fury at his familiarity mingled with relief as she viewed the ‘dap’. After years of horse riding she wasn’t scared of that thing! As her smile bid him to do his worst her relief was short-lived as she realised that he would be getting a very undignified view of her while ‘doing his worst’. The reality sunk in at his words.
“Charming as you look, Sweetheart I need to get at that bottom of yours. I’d like you to face the desk and rest your hands on it. With your boots, I think the table’s a good height to present you perfectly for your first bottom-warming.”
He sounded as if he was composing a picture!
“Come along, Missy! Or shall I arrange you, myself?” with a smile and a raised eyebrow.
Caroline reacted instinctively and unthinkingly. She twisted round, hands on table and discovered to her horror that her bottom did indeed seem to be in an excellent position for his worrying attentions.
“Excellent! I can see a lot more of your legs and petticoats Caroline, but that naughty backside remains hidden for the moment… I’ll just…”
And leaned over the desk, head down in defiant misery Caroline was aware of Spike leaning against the desk to her left and felt the heat of his thigh through her skirts and against her thigh. Casually she felt him put his arm out over her and gently place it on her far side. His hand exerted an increasing pressure and Caroline felt herself being drawn partly in front of him while still bent over the desk. Somehow she was over the tabletop but pressed firmly to Spike. With his left hand on her right flank pressing her skirt and petticoats to her she felt helpless and tried not to imagine the sight she presented. Pride and defiance kept her in position more strongly than Spike’s supporting body and firm left hand.
“I’m a traditional right-hander” Spike casually remarked as Caroline was aware of his free right-hand suddenly on her stocking-clad thighs moving inexorably upwards taking rustling petticoats and full black skirt with it.
“Oh, Sweetheart! I knew you were too much of a lady to be let down by your underwear. I knew they’d be stockings!”
And she was aware of his hand moving up to her stocking tops and gently brushing her naked thighs above.
And as she felt the side of his hand reach the lower curve of her bottom she realised that her flared, French knickers had risen over her stretched, bent over bottom and were offering less covering than she hoped.
“And silk French knickers! I knew you’d be worth unwrapping, Sweetie! You are going to be the most exquisitely dressed maid I have ever had the pleasure of spanking!”
And Caroline was horribly aware of her laughing tormentor’s hand on her thinly covered bottom. She suddenly remembered his ‘dap’ and wondered where it had got to. Bad enough a beating but if he thought he was going to touch her up…! Barely had she formulated her protest than her skirts were arranged at her waist and the hand was removed.
“Well, Caroline your bottom is now ready for my attention. I shall allow you the protection of your knickers for now.”
And Caroline heard the smile in his voice and knew he was studying her barely covered bottom surrounded by the layers of fabric and displayed for his gratification. She recalled her pleasure in her suspenders, stockings and boots and knew that he was now drinking in the picture they made. It was too much!
And then she felt the light touch on her bottom and recalled the promised ‘dap’. Her humiliation at her exposure outweighed her fear of the rubber-soled plimsoll and she stiffened in her attempted pride and her contempt for the smug inadequate.
Barely had she registered its removal when the disdained dap made firm and painful contact with Caroline’s silk-covered bottom. Her yowl of pain and surprise would have sent her sprawling across the table if not for Spike’s restraining hand on the side of her bottom holding her so firmly against him. Her stocking-clad left thigh was pressed firmly against Spike’s leg and she was dimly aware of the rough denim and his belt against her upper leg and barely covered side as the aftermath of that first spank reverberated through her.

I am delighted to be in the top ten but totally confused! I thought you had to have lots of 'banter' and stuff and comment on comments ad-infinitum. I do seem to have had lots of readers - So does this mean you are real and not robotic spiders or similar?
Now there's a thought - Robotic spanking spiders...If they were giant with slippers on their feet...Hmmmm....
Anyway - thanks for reading and a Merry Christmas!
Hugs and kisses,
Suzee
xxxxx
p.s. this is a bit scary - I now have "general tags" and some sort of counter with word "Zeichen" What's going on?!

I read somewhere that the two don't mix. I find my Cariad's writing both humourous and very sexy.
I once wrote a pastiche of erotic writing as a joke for my computing class and I then turned it into a spanking story. I think it's sexy despite it's absurdity. The trigger was me learning the term 'contiguous' as computing concept - i'd forgotten it was a Christmas story! Merry Spanking Christmas, Folks!

Contiguous/Non-contiguous:
(Touching, especially along a line; in contact/Not touching; not in contact)

Try as she might Hermione could not remember whether the term non-contiguous meant together or separate. Try as he might, despite his prodigious skill with his exercises, flipchart, desperate use of his overhead projector and his impressive way with PowerPoint her tutor could not get her to grasp the significance of handling text accordingly. She knew that she may be asked about rearranging text or even numbers that were either contiguous or non-contiguous in the dreaded ECDL tests but somehow the very words filled her with confusion and panic. She knew that stalactites grew down and stalagmites grew up; she could recite the planets and the colours of the spectrum in order and could quote chunks of Shakespeare so why was ‘non-contiguous’ so confusing? As a psychology graduate she knew it was illogical and the remedy to her block lay elsewhere.
Luckily her tutor was also a bit of a psychology expert himself. He had first-class qualifications in psychology from the School of Hard Knocks, the University of Life and the College of Common Sense. Equally fortunately, Hermione was a private student so there were no restrictions on his teaching methods.
He had honestly done his best to keep it all non-contiguous and carefully avoided inappropriate contact with his charming student but somehow she managed to achieve contiguity half a dozen times a lesson with her casual brushing against him and light but lingering touches. When Hermione was non-contiguous she still managed to distract him with her stretches, sighs and subtle perfume. The Christmas drink she insisted he had with her gave her the opportunity to achieve further contiguity as she was determined they experiment with complicated arm-linked toasts and then used the crowded pub as her excuse to sit so close that the contiguity of their thighs on the banquette seemed to burn through their clothing.
Hermione looked as stunning as ever in her sweet and clingy baby-blue jumper and very respectable mid-calf suede skirt. He did however find suede very strokeable and it did seem very insubstantial; as soft and buttery as a chamois cloth. Those incredible strappy stilettos and dark hosiery really suited her and he wondered idly at their suitability in wintry weather and surely that slight rasp as she crossed her legs indicated stockings… he was sure that as she shifted slightly he could discern the gentle bulge of a suspender button and he felt undone.
When Hermione invited him for a cocktail at her town pied-à-terre he knew that he would be unable to resist the full contiguity she was determined to achieve…
What Hermione did not realise was that her tutor had some rather more unorthodox teaching methods at his disposal. As a professional he tended to keep these to himself but tonight Hermione had overstepped a line…
As they reached Hermione’s bay side apartment block her tutor found himself trembling with anger and lust. He was not a man to be controlled and Hermione had sat so close to him in the taxi that he could have no doubt about the unsuitability of her clothing for this chilly night nor her intentions towards him. And never had a request for ‘revision’ on contiguity sounded so rude…
As they entered her penthouse suite Hermione fussed with lighting and drinks. Her tutor stood there sternly.
“Hermione, you realise that as I am now a guest in your home, the tutor-student relationship no longer holds?
“Oh, yes, Sweetie”, she giggled, “but I’m hoping that you’ll find a way of helping me understand this ‘contiguity’ problem of mine…”
“Well, Hermione, I am a man of experience and have had rather good results with helping young ladies overcome such blocks – but purely as a friend…”
“Oh,” she whispered huskily “I would be sooo grateful if you would help me as a friend.”
“Hermione, you must understand, that learning can sometimes be protracted and painful, but I’m willing to make the effort if you are prepared to put yourself in my hands and trust me as a friend who has particular skills with difficult and challenging students.”
“Oh, yes! That was just what I was hoping you’d say,” breathed Hermione, rushing eagerly to her tutor as he stood by the large, comfortable sofa.
As she reached to hug him, he frowned at her.
“First things first, young lady, we need to set some ground rules. Although I am going to tutor you as a friend, it is important that you respect my authority as your teacher, Hermione. My methods are unorthodox but work wonders with your type of behaviour. Are you sure I have a free hand to deal with you appropriately and use more physical methods than with a regular student?”
Hermione was practically dancing with joy.
“Oh, yes! Please be physical. I know I need something extra to help me get things straight in my head,” she laughed joyfully.
“Oh, Hermione, I have every intention of getting things straight, Sweetheart…but you have been rather naughty, haven’t you? You’ve been very distracting when I’ve done my best to explain contiguity and non-contiguity so many times…”
And Hermione happily agreed that she’d been rather naughty and distracting.
It was proof of his claimed expertise that one minute Hermione was hugging herself with glee in front of her towering tutor and the next he was on the sofa with her across his knee. She was too distracted with confession and her planned contiguity (or was that non-contiguity…?) to take in more than the welcome grasp of his flesh as he took her slim wrist in his strong hand. She was aware of losing her balance as she was pulled off her sexy, spindly stilettos but couldn’t understand how he was sat back in the sofa with her sprawled across him… He’d obviously miscalculated she thought, but Hermione was aware of her own charms and was happy to have him admire her pert, but full bottom.
Hermione felt him take the supple hem of suede in his firm grasp and shivered with delight as he casually uncovered her dark-stockinged thighs. She’d noted his attention to the rasp of her nylons and the intake of breath when she “accidentally” pressed her suspender-buttoned thigh against him. She knew her creamy thighs would contrast well with the black band of her stocking tops and her sweet lacy knickers… And as her skirt travelled inexorably up her thighs she held her breath imagining her tutor seeing first her stockings, then her bare thighs with the baby blue suspender straps to match her sweater. She sighed as he finally uncovered her matching blue panties partly-covering but also displaying the rounded charms hidden beneath her demure skirt. He obviously wasn’t quite as experienced as he claimed as this was hardly an ideal position for contiguity but Hermione was happy to have her pretty rump exposed and admired…
He smiled to himself as the little minx lay so happily over his knee, so sure of herself and his admiration. He’d taught many a lesson over his knee, and was well used to pride, arrogance and defiance but never had he witnessed such insouciance and presumption. The silly girl was so sure of her charms that it hadn’t occurred to her that her behaviour was making him itch to spank her, rather than make love…well, for now anyway…
Hermione may have miscalculated his intention but she was right that her bottom was indeed an admirable sight. After all his struggles against her flirting and inappropriate attention-seeking behaviour this was the sight he’d dreamed about… She was more full-bottomed than he imagined for her stature; a regular pocket-Venus with her bulging blue sweater and nicely filled blue panties. The lace revealed her bottom more rudely than nudity… Taking down her knickers was a pleasure to come he told himself. If she finally grasped contiguity it was a bonus; but tonight’s lesson was about manners and respect he decided. Of course, once she was well chastised she might be more open to the full concentration required for grasping such a simple concept, he mused studying that tempting blue lace-covered target.
Hermione wriggled and sighed over his lap, settling herself more comfortably and wondering why he was no longer touching her, now that her pretty bottom was so exposed to his gaze. As her thoughtful tutor put the cushions under her head and asked if she were comfortable she was surprised and delighted that he wanted to continue to admire her; but was a little disappointed at his restraint. She knew the havoc she had caused him in the pub and taxi, and her squirming over his lap confirmed his continued interest… She’d never had a ‘looker’ before but found his hard-on and her silent exposure thrilling despite the disappointment.
“Well, Miss James, you are now contiguous with my lap and your sofa. You will note that the tips of your elegant toes are still contiguous with the floor. Do you understand?”
“Oh, yes,” she breathed excitedly.
“… And I am considering an alternating contiguity between my right hand and your bottom…”
“Oh, yes,” she sighed realising at last that he intended laying hands on her…
“…But first let’s just have contiguity between my left hand and your waist… We want to keep your skirt clear of your pretty bottom don’t we?” he added, smiling to himself as the aforementioned part of her anatomy gave a further little wriggle. He glanced down her relaxed black stockinged legs. He was expecting those elegant toes to become non-contiguous with the floor very soon.
Smack!
As the tutor landed the first firm spank to her bottom, Hermione yelled and attempted to get up.
Slap!
“Oh, no, Miss James! You are to maintain contiguity with my lap for your spanking. I shall assist you by holding you down,” he explained, maintaining the pressure on her waist.
Spank!
And at a firm but leisurely pace her tutor set about warming pretty little Hermione’s bottom.
He was not a pedagogue for nothing, however. The tutor took pains to explain to Hermione that as promised he was alternating contiguity and non-contiguity between his right hand and her nicely reddening bottom. As she kicked and yelled, he pointed out that her feet had now broken their contiguity with her carpet.
He continued his unhurried spanking as she continued to protest, yell and scream at him. He simply continued to hold her firmly over his thighs, and note the flush visible under her flimsy knickers and on the exposed lower cheeks under the silky triangle of blue lace.
He became aware of her lessening yells of anger and protest as she realised he was impervious to her outraged demands for him to stop. He was impressed that now she was aware there was no escape she chose not to plead but simply cried out in pain at each fiery spank of her bottom… He was enjoying himself but was filled with the desire to pull down the naughty girl’s knickers.
“What a fuss about nothing, Miss James! This is a mere warm up. I shall have to take down your elegant lacy knickers for full contiguity, and then I shall give you something to yell about, young lady. Experienced as he was at warming bottoms, the tutor had little experience of chastising a protesting student, but to his astonishment, young Hermione met his words and continued spanks with gulps and sharp intakes of breath and release in rhythm to the tune he played on her bottom, but otherwise silence.
They both held their breath as his left hand broke contiguity with her waist and both his hands took careful hold of the top of her panties and slowly peeled them down. Hermione’s breath exploded in a pained yelp of pain as knickers and hands travelled slowly over her tenderised cheeks and added a fresh insult to injury.
Her practiced tutor had a delightful inner debate; should the scrap of blue highlight her creamy flushed thighs or contrast with the sexy dark stockings? If on her thighs, just under her bottom to frame it or midway between rump and stockings? On the other hand he liked the contrast of stockings and knickers. He also loved that delicious ‘arrow’ formed by the cleavage of a female bottom and the curve of her cheeks above her thighs. A reminder of pleasures to come… An educationalist’s work is never done he thought happily to himself, arranging a blue band midway down her thighs. He liked the darker stocking tops held by the cheeky blue suspender buttons he’d noted so rudely earlier in the evening. Her blue lace neatly bisected the dark stockings between her sweet knees and those darker tops. He could see the hectic pink of her well-spanked cheeks and the resultant faint glow that had spread to her upper thighs, decreasing to the creaminess of her flesh just above the dark stockings.
He was no longer holding her down, but following the baring of her butt