Well I don't know if site is playing up or there is a flurry of interest in my blog so i thought i'd post something I've written about spanking!
it's an extract from one of several short stories I have on the go. Not been in mood to finish one for months, but thought some of you may like a little snippet. The harem fantasy is very naff, but rather fun. Also my first attempt at 'lipstick lesbianism' so apologies to all the lovely, real lesbians out there.
And now she had been given the chance to join the inner circle and become one of his consorts. It appeared that despite the rumours and his reputation, he had no time for unwilling bedmates. If Suzee refused she would stay in the harem. She was pretty and sparky enough to have drawn the attention of her ruler, and her place among the women was assured. The wife who approached Suzee did not have to spell out the expectations of a full consort. She knew Suzee would have made the usual observations of the marks of the Sultan on his women as they bathed and were massaged among the sisterhood.
Suzee was terrified and excited. She had joined the gossip about their ‘husband/ruler’ and tutted and expostulated with the best of them. Of course he was a brute, but at least no-one had to sleep with the man and risk what must be a fearsome temper…. So why were the chosen ones so content, she wondered. Of course Suzee didn’t want to be beaten…But she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to bend over for the Sultan to smack her bottom or even have him take a stick or a whip to her after he had lowered her clothing and bared her soft, pampered bum as he was rumoured to do…And she’d seen the marks, so knew it to be true.
Of course she didn’t want such treatment, but she knew that being a full wife to her husband would mean submitting to such terrible treatment. So why was she so excited? And why had she spent so long speculating on the fate of the Sultan’s consorts? And imagined herself having her gauzy trousers and undergarments lowered and her bottom whipped by the Sultan? Or imagined herself over his knee like a naughty child but bare-bottomed with her flowing skirts raised or removed for a harsh spanking?
And Suzee would never have admitted to anyone that the thoughts of the Sultan spanking or whipping her unsullied and cosseted bottom always accompanied the busy fingers of herself or the fingers and mouths of her sisters on her most secret flesh as she felt the waves of pleasure undulate through her body.
The older, experienced senior wife noted both Suzee’s interest and hesitation. The chosen ones were few and the Sultan had an instinct when selecting his inner circle. Neither the sultan nor his closest wives wished to allow an unsuitable candidate to witness the workings of the ruler’s sensual inner sanctum, only to then have her choose to return to the wider harem. They had not yet made a mistake, however, and the Sultan was sure Suzee was full wife material. The wives readily concurred. They too had noted the spark and spirit that had first drawn her to his attention.
They had also recognised Suzee’s fascination with their stripes despite her apparent disdain and disapproval. As one of the wives laughingly remarked: “It takes one to know one!” The Sultan grabbed her with a matching laugh and threw her across his knee. She continued to laugh and offered token protests as her equally smiling co-wife pulled down the flimsy harem pants and gauzy underwear so the Sultan could reward her sly observation with a spontaneous spanking.
As his hand smacked her bottom hard she gave up her protests for a groan of pleasure and ground herself into her husband’s lap. As the spanking grew in intensity and the blows built up, she became aware of the heat and pain in her bottom and was torn between the eroticism of her treatment over her husband’s knee and the growing discomfort of the steady sharp slaps administered to her soon glowing cheeks...
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