POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... just say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" and you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
I was in my bed, just waking up.
I went into the living room, wearing only tighty whities.
My wife was there, looking very angry.
"It's about time you got up. There are chores to be done! Let's start with a lesson. Take those off and bend over the chair."
I did so
and
She took up the square paddle and gave my bottom 20 hard swats as I moaned.
"Sweep this floor," she said, "Let me know when you're done."
I took up broom, and spent about 15 minutes sweeping the floor.
"Done with the floor," I said.
"Bend over,"she said.
ANd
she took up Big Red and gave my bottom 20 hard swats.
"Clean up the dishes in the sink," she said.
I took care of the dishes in the sink, getting them in the dishwasher, setting it to run, and said, "I've finished with the dishes."
"Bend over!"
She applied the bath brush to my bottom 20 times as I moaned.
"Go make the bed."
I went to the bedroom and made the bed.
"Finished with the bed."
"Bend over."
She gave me bottom 10 swats with the tawse and 10 with the zombie killer, as I moaned.
"Scrub the bath tub."
I went and knelt at the bath tub, and scrubbed it out.
"Done with the bath tub," I said.
"Bend over."
She gave my bottom 50 whacks with the junior paddle, as I gasped and begged her to stop.
She stopped and said, "Get into the corner."
I went.
After an hour, she said, "Let's finish this with a final lesson. Come here, bend over..."
She landed 100 swats as I moaned and sobbed.
"Back to the corner, and tearfully, I went.
I gasped, and sighed, and
POOF!
I was back 'home' again.
I suggested to my girlfriend, as a 'game' that she paddle my bottom
and
POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... just say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" and you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
I was in the living room with her.
She said, "Okay, it's time for your bedtime beating. Go get ready."
I looked at her balefully, and she said firmly, "Don't look at me that way. I told you that you would be getting a beating every night for a week, for the way you spoke to me this morning. Now, go to the bedroom, get naked and get on the bed, FDAU!"
I went to the bedroom, stripped, and got on the bed.
After a bit she came in, picked up the riding crop and
She laid on 100 strokes as I howled and moaned and groaned.
She stopped and said, "You may now stretch out and relax, but no rubbing! while I get ready for bed.
I lay flat, and stretched, while moaned, and faded out
and
POOF I was 'home' again.
Merry says, "When we first started out with DD, I gave him OTK hand spankings, that eventually progressed....
My earliest conversations when much like this:
'Oh, quit squirming so much. I know this doesn't hurt nearly as much as your cries suggest. You know this is just for fun, the warm up. Soon, I'll get my hairbrush. Then you'll have something to cry about."
POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... just say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" or if you just fall asleep, you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
I lived alone on the second floor of a garden apartment. I knew of my neighbors, on sight,but I'd never talked to them.
I spent my non-work days in my apartment, watching tv, or more often, porn videos on my laptop.
One afternoon, I arrived home, and pulled into my carport at the same time as the older woman who lived next door to me, and I could see she had several bags of groceries, and would surely have to make two trips up the stairs.
"May I help you with those," I asked.
"Surely you may!" she said brightly.
UP the stairs we went. She unlocked her door, and inside we went.
"Well, I thank you, and we have not been introduced. I am Emma..."
"Pleased to meet you, Emma, I am Jay."
"Thank you again. May I offer you coffee, or tea."
"Coffee would be swell, if it's not too much trouble."
"Oh, not at all, I have one of these fancy K-machines, only takes a minute."
And a minute later:
"Cream, or sugar?"
"No thank you," I said, taking it from her.
We moved to the kitchen table, and I looked up and saw hanging on the wall from nails, a long leather tawse, and a thin cane, hanging from the crook of it.
I evidently was staring, and she noticed, and asked, "You recognize those?"
"The strap looks like a tawse, like a Lochgelly, and the cane does not look like one used as an aid for walking."
"Right you are. How do you come to be familiar with them?"
I blushed, and shrugged.
"Have you, um, experienced the effects of them?"
"N...no,no, I have not. Have you, um, used them?"
"Oh yes..."
"School teacher, or ....?"
"Let's leave it at 'or', for now. And, I was married....John passed away awhile ago, and I have a grown son. He lives in Chicago and I just can't stand the cold weather, and so I have declined to move closer to him. Both my husband and son have felt that strap or cane or other implements at one time or another, or frequently for that matter. When my son come to visit me, we often have a little 'talk'."
"If you don't mind me asking, how ... exactly ... do those talks go?"
"Well, I might pull out one of the old demerit books I used to keep on him, and then ...."
She paused, and chuckled, and continued, "So tell me, do you want to hear me tell the story, or would you really rather do a re-enactment, a role play, as if you were, say, my son Gerald?" She looked at me, hard.
I said, very meekly, "I'd like to do ... the role-play."
"Very well," she said. "Let's go to the living room."
We went to the living room. She stepped away long enough to return with a notebook, and sat down. I was still standing.
"When it came time each day to review the book, I would tell him, 'It's time to read the demerits.' And he learned, very early on, that when I said that, it was his cue to ...strip naked."
She looked at me expectantly.
My heart was racing.
Finally, I knelt to untie my shoes, and I took them off. I undid my pants, and slid them down, and stepped out of them. I unbuttoned my shirt, and pulled it off. I knelt down and pulled off my socks, one by one. I stood up, took a deep breath, and slid down my tighty whities, and stood in front of her, naked.
She opened the book and began to read:
"You did not help with dinner dishes the previous night
I had to tell you three times to go to bed.
"I had to ask you twice to get out of bed.
You did not make your bed.
You were grouchy and snippy at breakfast.
You came home fifteen minutes later than your curfew.
I had to call you twice to come to the dinner table."
She looked up at me, looked down and continued:
"The punishment to be applied is
Over my lap, five minutes of hairbrush.
Fifteen minutes, standing in corner, hands on head.
Twenty strokes of tawse.
Fifteen minutes, standing in the corner, hands on head.
Fifteen cane strokes.
Stand in corner, length of time at my discretion."
She looked up at me, and said, "Ready to begin?"
"Yuh Yes Yes, Ma'am."
She nodded, fished a hairbrush and timer out from under the coffee table, and said, "Over my lap, now."
I bent over her lap, and she set the timer, and
She rained slaps of the hairbrush up and down my bottom and thighs, as I moaned and squirmed and gasped.
The timer sounded, and she stopped
"Now get up, put your hands on your head, and go to that corner.
I got up,and went.
I stood there, silently meditating, until I heard a beeping of the timer.
"Come out now, and bend your torso over this table. Hold on to the legs tightly, do not let go."
I bent over the table, and she stood behind me holding the tawse and
CRAAAACK!' "YEOOOOW!"
'CRAAAACK!' "OOOOW!"
'CRAAAACK!' "GAAAAH!"
'CRAAAACK!' "WAAAAH!"
Twenty fierce strokes scorched my bottom, and I was sobbing and moaning.
"In the corner with you."
I got up and went to the corner.
My bottom was throbbing. It took all the self-control I had to NOT rub it. I stood there wishing... well, I wished it was over, and I wished it not to be over.
The timer chirped.
She said, "Get over here, bend over this chair."
I went and I bent and
THWACK! OWCH!
THWACK! OWWW!
THWACK! OHHHH!
15 strokes she deftly rapidly and firmly applied to my sore bottom, and tears fell from my eyes as I moaned and sobbed
"Up, to the corner," she said
Now, my bottom ached and burned. I continued to gasp and groan as I stood there.
The timer chirped.
"Come, stand in front of me."
I went, and stood.
Despite the pain, my arousal was evident
She ignored it, and said, "At this point, I would tell Gerald to go to his room, and stay naked until I said otherwise. But since you're actually going next door..."
I looked out the window. The sun was down, it was dark out, and so I shrugged.
"Fine," she said, "Stay naked. So, tell me, was this a memorable experience?"
"Oh, yes, Ma'am," I said wryly, while wincing.
"Do you think this would be a .... one time thing for you?"'
"Oh, I hope not," I said, with a slight smile.
"Oh. Weekly, perhaps?"
In a weak voice, I said, "Twice...?'
"Twice a week? Well, okay. This is Wednesday, so, say Saturday and Wednesday ...maybe, 6 pm?"
"That would be great ...I think."
"Very well then. Off you go."
I gathered my clothes, and still naked, went out her door, and into my apartment next door.
I settled on my couch, and fell asleep.
POOF! I was back in my living room.
My wife was a bit mad at me, and I proposed she give me a spanking that might make her feel better and
POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... just say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" and you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
I was at her door, picking up my new girlfriend for a date.
I knew I was late.
I knew I should have called.
She opened the door, frowning.
I came in.
"You are late."
"Yes, I know, I should have called..."
"But you did not, and you are late. So...you can either leave, right now, and that's the end of 'us' or you can accept the kind of punishment a man should get when he pisses off a woman like me."
"I ...I accept punishment."
"Good. Strip. Naked."
Surprised, perhaps, embarrassed, I slowly stripped, to naked.
She said, "Bend over the back of that chair."
I did so, and she picked up a belt and,
She applied 100 hard strokes of the belt across my bottom as I moaned and yelped.
Not satisfied yet, she took up a shorter strap, and
laid on another 100 strokes, as I begged her to stop.
Still not satisfied, she had me lay across the day bed, and she sat down next to me with strap in hand and
laid on another 100 strokes.
FInally satisfied, she said, "Go stand in the corner there, while I finish getting ready to go.
I went and stood.
I stood there, moaning, until she said, "Okay, I'm ready, now you can get dressed..."
and POOF! I was 'home' again.
