Where No Means Yes

 

And that's all I have to say about that... 

Sorry for disappearing! I'm drowning in all things Tumblr. Saw this picture and thought, I have to share it here.

I will be back...

Too many movie quotes. Have a sinful Sunday!

Yellow!

From C is for Crying:

“Nick, you bloody bastard, it hurts!” Izzie wiggles and moves away from the belt with every stroke but comes back like a clock. Yet something doesn’t add up.

“It’s supposed to hurt,” deadpans Nick. “Wait, what did you just say?” A flurry of painful strokes lands on her upper thighs, a well-known medicine for cursing.

“It fucking hurts!”

Another long flurry ensues. “Please continue with the cursing. Or shall we start over?” All the rehearsed buzzwords and phrases come out with ease. But, thank fuck, she cannot see his face, because Nick is on the verge of panic.

“Stop it!”

“Colour?” He knows better than to stop. The semaphore system is more for Nick than for Izzie. Green means, don’t you dare to stop spanking no matter what I say. Yellow means he can take a break to talk and then continue the spanking. Red or her safeword means something is really wrong, so, yes, full stop. Needless to say, the only answer he ever heard was green. No matter what.

“Yellow!”

Aghast, Nick chokes on half a sob. “Izzie, my love, what’s wrong?”

“It’s too fast and too much. I can’t let go like that. Not in this position.” Izzie is still bent over, knees on the couch, naked from the waist down. Her face, turned away from him, lies atop of the couch’s back. She spits out the words in a hurry. But all Nick sees is her pregnant belly, hanging there, presumably safe. And her wobbly knees.

“Do... do you want me to build a pillow fort?”

“No, I’m sorry, Nicky.” She sits back on her heels. “What if?” 

“Anything! What do you want to try?”

“Can you sit here on the edge?” 

Nick obliges without a clue what she has on her mind. Izzie scoots to the floor and stands to the right from Nick, staring down at his open knees. And now he gets it! He pulls her gently across, one bony knee wedged underneath her belly, the other right above it. Left arm curls around her waist to keep her in place. She fits, and she’s safe.

“I got you.” Nick rubs her back.

“I know you do, Nicky. Now, long and hard. Make me let go. Make me cry, please.”

Yay or nay on spanking while pregnant, assuming it's a healthy pregnancy? How controversial is it? Does the topic turn you on, off, make you squirm? Please chime in.

And, of course, it's Friday, so posting it to Saturday Spankings Blog. 

Fl#gged

 

I'm puzzled, to say the least, and honoured? There is a first time for everything!

Last night I put together a hodge-podge sloppy kind of a post, just the links to all the chapters of the Birching Bordello story. And scheduled it for 7 am, like a good girl that I usually am. Mind you, all the stories were previously posted, all the tags (yes, I put lots of tags) been used before. Even the picture to go with it was my own photo, the same I used for the first instalment. 

Now, exactly at 7 am I received an email from Blogger that the post was flagged and unpublished for the guidelines violation. At least it was not a person, but an automated system, right?

But why? Was it the combination of all the spanking tags, or the words p*nishment and sp*nking and cry*ng and b*lt and D*m on the same page? But, come on, I posted worse..

My blog is behind the mature content warning as it is, right??

I did try to move to wordpress recently, it was a painful (not in a good sense) and fruitless attempt. But I'm listening...

Any advise much appreciated!!

Fl#gged,
Sore

Denial

"Do you have a lot of work to do?" 

"Almost done. Why?" 

"You were in a hurry this morning."

"Uh-huh."

"I didn't come."

"Do tell."

"Was it on purpose?"

"Yeeees?"

"Thank you thank you! Can I come tonight?" 

"I wasn't planning on any carnal activities." 

"In the morning?" 

"I have an early meeting. Wait, wait. Done. Where were we?"

"Lunch time? Can you sneak out at lunch?" 

"You horny little devil, have you been scrolling through Tumblr again?" 

"Nnno." 

"Liar. Do you know what happens to little liars? You do, right?" 

"They get a spanking." 

"That's right."

"When?" 

"When I say so." 

"Meany, you always make me wait, and then you forget completely, and I have to remind you, or not, and it drives me nuts." 

"Do you want two spankings tonight?" 

"One is fine, thank you so very much."

"Sassy! Two it is then." 

"No, I will be a good girl, a very very good girl, please!" 

"A good girl would share with me those pretty naked bums you were ogling at. You think I didn't see what you were scrolling through?" 

"Here. Happy?" 

"Wait, wait, go back. Can you find panties like that?" 

"Yeah, you like them?" 

"Am not cold-blooded." 

"Sometimes. Ouch! What was that for?" 

"Downpayment. How do I like it?"

"You click on the heart, obvs. Ouch! You can't just like it, reblog it."

"How? No more sass."

"No more downpayments, your hand is worse than a paddle. You click on these arrows." 

"What about this one? Wanna try it?"

"Oh yeah? Look who's the horny devil now. Still no carnal activities?"

"I thought you like denial." 

"I do but but..." 

"That attention-seeking butt. Well, let's hear it. Beg, and I might reconsider." 

"Will you please let me come tonight?" 

"Who?" 

"Sir. Will you please let me come tonight, sir?" 

"Something's missing. What do we need to do before that, I forgot?" 

"Uhmm, spanking. Sir." 

"Now, try again." 

"Will you please spank me, sir, and after that, will you let me come, please, sir?" 

"There we go!" 

and think of England - Birching Bordello part 7

 

Next instalment of the Birching Bordello story, sorry to keep you waiting for sooo long. To read from the beginning, click here

“I’ve got you, Isabel.” Nick resorts to the familiar words, lips pressed against her temple. The first minutes of the post-play haze are the hardest, perhaps even more so than the act himself, especially when she cries. Even though she cried for him, for putting him through this, time and again. 

Nick seeks reassurance. He needs her to confirm he did well, that she still loves and wants him. His hand, hidden under the many layers of skirts, circles and rubs her stinging butt with more and more purpose. 

Even for a big guy like Nick, it’s challenging to maneuver Izzie and her giant dress on his lap. “Are we done with this Victorian nonsense?” 

“Why?” Izzie lifts her eyes to meet his, with the serenity that only comes after the storm, a shy smile curling her lips. Ha! The sign he was looking for. 

“Firstly, we need to get you out of this dress before you suffocate.” Nick yanks her up to stand in between his legs and reaches for the sophisticated bow that still holds her unlaced corset together. 

"No, leave the bow, there is a zipper under." 

"Alright," Nick acquiesces and drags down on the secret zipper. The dress cracks open like a can of sardines, and Nick yanks it down for Izzie to step out of it. He got rid of her white pantaloons earlier, so the only garment left are the white stockings, rolled down to her knees. He discards the stockings the same way, shaking his head with hasty annoyance. 

"Secondly, to attend to another pressing matter, quite literally, pressing." Nick drags Izzie's hand to his crotch. 

"Want a blowie?" Izzie slips into the parlance of our times. She leans against him, eager lips touching the soft skin of his neck, just below the stubble. 

"No, darling, I want an old fashioned fucking." His hands wander up and down her narrow back, inevitably gravitate to the magnetic warmth of her arse. "If you don't mind, be a good girl and open your legs for me." Nick closes his eyes as he awaits the consequences of such a brazen tirade. Whatever. He is done with the games for today. 

"Why you can curse, and I can't?" she pouts. Her fingers, drifting along the rigid outline under the thin fabric, do not bring any relief. 

"A difference in anatomy, I guess." Nick catches the tantalizing hand to press it harder against his already aching self. 

"Nicky!" 

"Nicky was a fuckboy whose heart you broke in Ibiza." He bites his lower lip, as the bitter confession leaves his mouth. 

"I want Nicky back." She doubles down the plea, two arms circled around Nicky's neck. 

"Me too." Nick cranes his head to the side to give her a better access. Funny, it's usually him who's kissing it better. 

"We screwed up again, didn't we?"  

"Majorly," he nods. 

"Fix it." Two dark eyes are staring into his. "You fix things for everyone. Please, fix it. I will do anything."

"Will you lie back and think of England?" Nick cautiously weaves a tale. "Not all of England, just one particular Englishman."

"Yes, please." Izzie steps back to sit on the bed, then slides over till her head hits the pillows. Long legs stretched and firmly pressed together, hands folded on her belly, she's a naked vision of a virtuous obedience. If only he wouldn't know better. 

"Now, will you trust that Englishman and let him make you happy?" One eyebrow raised, Nick leans over and waits. 

"Yes, I will." Little feet walk up his lithe body in tiny steps till her ankles plop on their respective shoulders. 

Left ankle gets its own kiss, then the right one. "Good girl."

For Saturday Spanking Blog, sorry for the last minute entry