****** Love and Discipline by Razi ******
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Love and Discipline


This is about masturbation and spanking. If any offends please read something
else. Please do not post elsewhere without permission from the author.


Love Thyself

I feel the crave overcome me. A constant frustration that I know only I can
cure. A playful tease on top of clothing sets things in motion as I trace the
outline of my pussy and the delightful sensations cause my brain to scream out
for more. Almost subconsciously I shed my clothes, and hands, my hands begin to
explore both the familiar and forbidden. Gently my fingers glide over my
breasts giving each erect nipple the attention that they deserve with a slight
pinch to each, just to get the juices flowing, circling each hard nipple before
continuing the journey. With the skill of a methodical lover I caress my skin
until finally my fingers come to rest on the 'X' that marks the spot, the
electric button, the princess jewel.

With the slightest of pressure, I massage it until it is so hard that I am left
with no choice but to tease it mercilessly until it throbs, pulls and causes
the sweetest contractions deep inside. But it's not enough! I want release, I
need release. I slide my finger along the tender opening, making sure it is
coated with the scent of my excitement. Most would find something to use, a toy
one perhaps provided by a lover, but no, not me, I raise that finger to my
mouth and paint my lips with the nectar that is now freely flowing.

The heat is on and I can tease no longer. The sensation of the inside warmth
mixed with the cool air caressing my skin is almost more that I can stand. I
can never get enough; I moan and wriggle under my own touch. Without warning
orgasmic waves drown out the thoughts of the day. As the waves of ecstasy
subside I float back to reality and look up to see him watching me from the
doorway, knowing that I have just loved myself in a way that he can not, he
climbs into bed, kisses me deeply and says, "Sorry I missed the party."

Take Thy Punishment.

Uh Oh! I have gone and done it again. I have pushed him beyond the lines of
what the rules of our agreement are. I know that the second he walks in the
door that I'm in for it and that it will be no picnic. Oh sure if I'm lucky
he'll stop before I beg him to, but that is not likely since he does so love to
hear me squeal and beg.

I know the drill and I know that rather than confess to him how I have again
stepped out of line, that it would be in my best interest to just get things
ready for my punishment. Honestly I do not know which is worse the actual
spanking or the preparation involved in getting one.

I rush around like a chicken with its head cut off, but I'm too late; I hear
the car in the driveway. I run to the door to greet him and as he enters I can
tell by the bulge in his pants that he too has been anticipating my punishment
on the drive home. I try to say hello, but he hushes me and tells me to stop. I
do as I'm told. He says simply "brush" and I am off and running up the stairs
to retrieve the instrument of my discipline. I return and he is already sitting
in the 'spanking chair' which in reality is nothing more than an old wooden
chair without arm rests. He pats his knees with his hands and I walk over to
him, hand him the brush and lie myself across his lap.

He flips my skirt up to my waist and his hands caress my bottom through my
panties. He does so love those little girl frills that he bought me for
Christmas and he loves when I wear them on just an ordinary day. His hand
exploring my still clothed bottom causes me to squirm beneath his touch. He
tells me to hold still, but I can't, I'm so anxious knowing that soon my bottom
will be bare.

One quick slap to each covered butt cheek and a gasp from me eggs him onward.
In a split second the panties are around my ankles and his hand comes down hard
again. He tells me that I have been a very naughty child and that I should know
better than to tease a grown up man that way. Another slap and I am telling him
that I am soooo sorry and that I will not ever do it again, but I know he won't
believe me. Two more hard slaps with his bare hand and mine fly back to try to
protect my stinging flesh. He orders them away and tells me not to let that
happen again or that they will be tied and once again I apologize to him.

Then I feel the back of the brush, how cold it seems against the blush of my
bottom. Down one cheek and up the other in a circular pattern until my
breathing is relaxed and I seem to enjoy the massage. Whap, whap, whap, whap!
Two on each cheek to set me off screaming. Whap on the left side, Whap on the
right and now he is finding a rhythm to work with. Harder the strikes fall with
a shorter span between until my ass doesn't know where one has ended and
another begins. I squeal and I squirm and I buck and I kick, but all of my
resistance is to no avail and all the while he knows that the spanking is
making my pussy grow very, very wet.

Whap on my inner thigh causes me to spread my legs wider allowing him a view of
my naked wet pussy. A strike to my outer thigh causes me to close them quickly
as he asks me if I have no shame and tells me that a good girl would not let
her 'Daddy' see her privates that readily. Four more well placed swats and my
once warm ass is now on fire and slight sobs turn into a full outburst of
tears. Two more Whaps, one on each cheek and I hear the brush fall to the floor
as he asks me if I have learned my lesson. I tell him that indeed I have and
that I will not ever do it again as he allows me to sit crying into his chest
for what seems a long while.

Satisfied that I have indeed learned my lesson he tells me to return the brush
to it's place upstairs. I stand up to retrieve it and 'forget' to pull up my
panties as I do. As I once again rise to a standing position he is shaking his
head and I look confused. He pulls me by my arm to a corner in the dining room
and I almost trip as I waddle along with my panties still about my ankles. He
places me face first in the corner, pulls the brush from my hand and walks away
in silence.

An hour later he returns and lifts my skirt to caress the welts still remaining
from my spanking, then he pulls up my panties and escorts me to the couch. He
passes me a package wrapped in silver paper and adorned with a bright blue bow.
I open it carefully and lift the cover from the box. As I peer inside I know
that 'Daddy's little girl' had better be on her best behavior from now on,
because inside of the box is a big wooden paddle with the words 'For Baby'
painted on it in red.


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