Sunday, November 26, 2017

"Little One"

One thing you desperately need, I feel. You need to be gently turned over my knee, with your bottoms lowered (nothing but your bare skin showing) and then you need a proper spanking. Not a sexual one, not a playful one, not a punishment one; a proper one. You need to have your focus re-centred, because I feel you have become "out of sorts" because life has made you become an adult for too long.

I'd start with one, sharp swat right across your lower area, just above where you ass begins and your legs stop. You'd cry out, and I would lovingly ask you to keep calm. I'd start slowly, painting little pink handprints over every available part of your bottom. My swats would grow in frequency and force, but always under complete control. 
You'd probably begin to wiggle, and protest, and only then would I press your hips FIRMLY downward on my lap and say "little one, if you fight this, Sir will only have to work harder. Now, hold still and don't move." I would begin again, building slowly, 50, 100, 200 swats; my hand beginning to sting a bit, but being careful never to over-spank. Your bottom will be kept a warm, rosy pink--never red. After a few hundred swats, you'll begin to protest again, and I will press you down once more, perhaps inserting a finger inside you so that you can wiggle your bottom against it, if you need to.

This is the important part:

I will continue to spank you until FRESH TEARS FLOW. Not tears of anger, not tears of pain, not tears of panic; tears of freedom. Freedom from the cares and frustrations of being a "big girl", and having the gift of returning to "little space" under Sir's firm, loving hand.

Sir will never over-spank.

Sir will never use this spanking in a sexual way.

Sir will gently rub your bottom afterward while kissing away your tears, smoothing your hair, and rocking you like the little that you are.

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Moments in Love

Moments in Love
(Thanks to Lynn.)

First the song.

This song was a sexual "pace yourself" exercise given to me by my first lover back when we were teenagers. She did this all on her own. I'm transcribing her words from the dog-eared, worn piece of paper she gave me 27 years ago.

"When the song starts, find the beat and don't go any faster. Even if you shift position, do not go any faster than the beat in the song.

At 3:08 - Stop fully. Everything. All movement. Wait until the beat starts again at 3:12. Then match your movements to the beat again. No faster. If you feel pulses, STOP. Make HER stop, too. If she keeps going after you told her to stop, and you come because of it, make sure she knows it is now HER responsibility to suck your cock until you get hard again, and then start from the beginning.

At 5:06, slow down to every other beat. You'll hear it in the music change. No faster. Same for her. If you feel pulses, stop again. Fully. Same for her. She keeps going, she pays the price.

At 6:44, the music will change DRASTICALLY. Cease ALL movement again. This time, pulse your cock inside her. Let her feel that head get FULL and HARD in her, over and over. The little "No, no, no sound in the song is the sentiment here: "You want to keep moving. No, no, no little girl. Still as a soldier."

At 7:19, move again. Change position if you need to. If the girl you are with is like most, she's never had a guy last seven minutes before on the first round. She'll be impressed.

At 8:21, slow down to one thrust every two beats. It'll drive her crazy. Make it clear with your eyes that YOU are driving this train, not her.

At 9:57, you'll hear two tones. Look her FULL in the eyes and go FULL force on her. Go for your lust. If she hasn't climaxed yet, don't worry. We don't always. We also always don't need to. Sometimes, a man who can go 10 minutes on the first round is enough to keep us awake at night for days."

Thursday, November 14, 2013


When I was in 4th grade, our teacher (for a writing assignment) asked each of us to pick a song that was popular on the radio at the time, write down the words to the song, and then write an analysis of what we thought the song was about. I picked "Sledgehammer" by Peter Gabriel. I found my paper I turned in back then, and I'm copying over what I wrote, word for word:


"Sledgehammer" by Peter Gabriel

You could have a steam train
If you'd just lay down your tracks
You could have an aeroplane flying
If you bring your blue sky back
All you do is call me
I'll be anything you need

The man tells the woman that she could be anything she wants and do anything she sets her mind to, if she would stop looking down on herself, and be proud of who she is. Then he says that if she would just call to him, that he will be whatever he needs to be to make her feel powerful.

You could have a big dipper
Going up and down, all around the bends
You could have a bumper car, bumping
This amusement never ends

He tells her that she has such a big imagination, and she is so powerful in her mind that she can make her whole world into an amusement park, and that she is so much fun that he never gets tired of being her friend.

I want to be your sledgehammer
Why don't you call my name
Oh let me be your sledgehammer
This will be my testimony

He says he wants to be her sledgehammer. He wants to be called HER sledgehammer. Maybe he wants to be the tool she needs to break out of her prison. He can stand up for her. Protect her. She owns the sledgehammer, and holds the sledgehammer, and he protects her when they are together.

Show me round your fruit cage
'Cause I will be your honey bee
Open up your fruit cage
Where the fruit is as sweet as can be

He asks her to show him the secret part of her. The part that nobody gets to see. Maybe she doesn't trust other people to see it. So she keeps it hidden.  He wants to know her secrets and says that if she lets him in to her heart, that he will be so sweet to her, and love her the way she deserves to be loved.**

I want to be your sledgehammer
Why don't you call my name
You'd better call the sledgehammer
Put your mind at rest
I'm going to be-the sledgehammer
This can be my testimony
I'm your sledgehammer
Let there be no doubt about it

Maybe he wasn't the biggest kid in school. Maybe he was the little kid who got made fun of. A bulldozer is big, but a sledgehammer is small. Both of them are powerful, though. It's just that the sledgehammer is small enough for her to hold. So she can control the sledgehammer, and when she holds it, even though he is just one man, he gets to be powerful in her hands.

I kicked the habit (I kicked the habit)
Shed my skin (Shed my skin)
This is the new stuff (This is the new stuff)
I go dancing in, (We could go dancing in)
Oh won't you show for me (Show for me)
I will show for you (Show for you)
Show for me (Show for me), I will show for you

He says that he will stop being just himself. Pretending to be only who he is. He will get rid of the bad stuff so he can be good for her, and take off his protective armor so he will be vulnerable to her. He asks her to do the same thing for him. If she will kneel to him, then he will kneel to her.

My teacher wrote on my paper, next to the big red letter "A", "You're going to be a good Daddy one day."

**(Yes, I know this part of the lyrics are actually about wanting to fuck, but it would be another full two years before I knew anything about fucking.)

Tuesday, April 3, 2012


Summer; it always makes things uncomfortably humid, and today that fact is the only excuse I can give for the slight woozy feeling in my ears as I approach your door. It has been a long, long time since I have found the courage to to do anything like this. In my relationship, I am the one in control. Now, to a degree, I am surrendering that control to a stranger. I am both excited, aroused, and utterly terrified.

But I won't turn back now.

I knock gently, and my heart hammers in my chest as I hear footsteps inside. I have tried to dress nicely, but not be awkward. I don't know why I stressed over this so much. I mean, what isn't awkward about this? The door opens, and you are there. The smile that washes over your face melts away any reservations I have for the moment, and I step inside. Your home is inviting, but very lived in. I like that, and you apologize for the mess that I can't see.

We make very awkward small talk, and I feel my foot twisting on the floor. I'm nervous, and you can see it. You walk over to me, put your hands on my shoulders, and lock your eyes with mine.

"Relax, please." You say with a smile. "I know you've waited for this a long, long time. I want to make your first time so unbelievable that every woman after me will be held to this standard in your mind."

You know that because I have no prior experience with being given oral all the way, that your performance will be unparalleled no matter what. You consider this, and giggle inside as you know that no matter how badly you suck (ah, what a nice pun that is) that I will be so overwhelmed by your mouth that I will cry out your name again and again!

"This will be good." you whisper under your breath.

You take my hand, and lead me over to a comfortable spot on your sofa. I sit, and you begin by kissing a spot on my neck that you know will stimulate the nerve impulses that will ignite my arousal. Your lips dance gently across my neck, and the first pulses of need surge from my cock, and the head strains gently against it's boundaries.

As if by instinct, your hand finds the bulge in my crotch, and cups it softly, then a gentle squeeze. My cock surges upward to meet your caress, and I hear your laugh softly. You know your craft, and I can only hope that you will be gentle with me.

You fall to your knees, your eyes never leaving mine. My whole body is shivering with need. You unbuckle my belt, and with each movement your hands deftly execute, my cock pulses with my heartbeat. As your find my boxers, there is no way to conceal anything anymore. The head is at 12 o'clock, and straining for release. You tuck your fingers under the waistband, and lower my boxers. My cock is surging at it's full 6 inch length, and I feel a moment of slight embarrassment that I am not as long as most men claim to be. The head of my cock is full and round, and bouncing lightly with anticipation. You smile, wet your mouth, and I groan LOUDLY as I feel your lips slip over the head.

Your mouth is beyond description, and I won't even attempt to describe your technique. Maybe you could describe it to me in a message. (God, I would LOVE that!)

As your pursue my arousal, I feel myself getting closer and closer. I groan again, and say "Not yet, oh god not yet!" You slow your efforts, wanting to show me all you are capable of. You switch techniques, and I find what feels like a completely different set of lips on my cock, but it is only a testimony to your perfection in this area. I twist in my seat, whimpering like a child, and begging for more...more...more!

After several minutes of this, I feel my orgasm welling up from deep inside. I mentally focus ALL my efforts on NOT allowing it to overcome me, but your tongue proves too talented for my self control. My body stiffens, and with my final sane thought I cry out your name. The head of my cock swells likes a ripe plum about to burst, and with your last move, your begin to suck the head like a lollipop. My first spasm is so intense my back arches like a bowed string, and I growl like an animal. You gently sweep your tongue back and forth as each spurt finds it's mark, and as the spasms subside, you sadistically continue the stimulation, as sensory overload sweeps across me again and again.

I beg you to stop, and with your eyes locked onto mine, you give one last loving suck...and I collapse with complete awe and worship of the gift you have just that will be remembered by me for the rest of my life, as will you, it's giver.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Tender Trap

I awaken from a dreamless sleep, and feel the breeze from an open window caress my skin. I lie naked in the bed, arms and legs tangled in soft, whine linen. The sound of wind chimes lilts softly in my ears from the porch outside, and the light from the sunrise teases the room's shadows with playful radiance.

I stretch, and feel my muscles wake. I sigh with contentment, and imagine what the day might bring. Morning erotic feelings awaken, and I feel the semi-erect shaft of my cock caress the sheets as I turn to sit up.

Without warning, from below the bed, the sheets and blankets are jerked away. I gasp, and see you looking at me with mischief in your smile. I sit up, and shake my head and grin. "Now you have made me cold, silly girl."

You bite your bottom lip, and say "Am I in trouble, Sir?"

I stare back at you, and with a smile in my voice I reply "Perhaps you should find a way to warm me back up."

My cock swells in anticipation of what I am wanting, and I see you glance lower, and your breath catch in your throat. "Yes sir...I will."

I lie back, waiting for the moment your lips will slip over the head and I will lose my mind at the skill of your tongue. You giggle, and I feel your body crawl toward me. Your tongue glides in one sweet stroke from the base of my cock to the head. My spine arches, and I moan in agony "Oh, God, please sweet girl...make me come."

A giggle again.

I feel you crawl over me, you kiss my nipples, and suck them gently as my cock surges to it's full length in response to your caress. I open my eyes and see your face, your eyes look DEEP into mine. You smile, and I feel your opening below as it teases the head of my cock. You are wet...very have been masturbating while I was asleep. You see my look of knowing, and you blush.

You pin my hands behind my head, and whisper in my ear "For you..."

I feel the head of my cock slip into the little cradle of your opening, and I gasp as your muscles crown the head. You look DEEP into my eyes once gently...and thrust downward with all your might...

Wednesday, January 11, 2012


"I want to call you sir. I want to call you anything to make you groan."


I was lying back on a bed...YOUR bed...I  knew where I was. I looked over to where I had placed you, facing the corner. Your hands where clasped behind your back, tied with a black silk scarf.

I called to you "Young lady." You gasped "Oh, god...yes sir!" I smiled and walked over to you. You were wearing a cute little bra and panty set, and a little tight t-shirt that showed off your lines. I ran my hand from just below your knees, all the way up to your bottom, giving it a light "tap" that made you jump. I made my way up, sliding my hands under your shirt, kissing your spine ALL the way to the nape of your neck, and wrapping my arms around you and allowing my crotch to press against your bottom.

(you breathed out and said "yes, sir.")

I whispered to you "You kept me waiting quite a long time for this, didn't you?" You shuddered, and I said "I'm a very patient person, but you made me quite frustrated. There should be consequences."

You whispered "Yes, sir...please."

I walked you over to your bed, and as I sat down, I laid you across my lap. I took your panties down to just below your ass, and reached around to feel your clit for a I suspected, you were already wet. I said "Mhmm...the little girl is already anticipating, and needing her discipline."

"Yes, sir..." you say

I lean over, kissing your bottom as I roughly squeeze your cheeks to prepare them for the spanking I am going to administer. Your breathing is heavy now, and when I deliver the first "crack" of my hand to your lower bottom, you cry out "Oh, GOD!!...I mean, yes sir...please more." Again I spank swat after another, painting a ping glow allover your bottom, and feeling your wetness become so evident I sense a drop trickle down to my knee. You whimper with each swat...and then a new sound...from the whimpers come moans...and then guttural pant louder as I stop my count at 50, and then let you slip off my lap.

I stand, and you are kneeling at my feet. You look up at me, and see that my cock is SO HARD that the head stands out round and pulsing from the shaft, my entire cock jumping to my own heartbeat. You look at the wet your lips...and you look up at me again.

"Does sir need me to take care of this?"

I try to remain stern, but the idea is so wonderful and unbelievable, that a moan comes from me as I said "Oh, God please...yes, little girl!"

You grin, biting your bottom lip. Then you lean forward, look up at me one last time, and say "I want to swallow your cum, please let me give you this pleasure?"

I don't have time to respond, as your lips slip over the head...

As the initial contact of your tongue sends me into a spiral of unbridled passion. Your tongue creates beautiful little pulses of electricity that rack my body with uncontrollable spasms. You know how vocal I am, and my cries to you of "Oh, god, god yes...more please....dear...god!!" send you into a childish frenzy of sadistic desire for my own orgasm. I reach down to your breasts, cupping them gently and letting my index finger and thumb massage your nipples. One of your hands cradles and massages my balls while the other circles my cock. Your fingers and mouth create an indescribable sensation of orgasmic bliss as I feel my climax approaching. I know this will be so wonderful that words fail me to even begin to describe, and I gently place my hands on both sides of your head...guiding your mouth up and down....up and down....up and down....oh...god....!!

I feel the rush sweep over me, and I cry out your name as my orgasm finds it's mark, one spurt after another slamming against your flashing tongue. I almost lose my balance, holding your shoulders for support, and you continue to suck me...gently. I fall to my knees next to you, cradle your head against my shoulder.

"I love you."

I am yours...

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Extra Credit

A knock on my door startles me, and after saying "come in, please" I see the timid beautiful eyes of a student in my first hour class. I've watched this one before. She tries very hard, and I know she is capable of much better grades, but when with good looks comes more distraction, and this young lady is so beautiful I have even caught myself stealing wayward glances.

"Professor, I'm sorry to bother you. I just need some advice." she says.

I remember her name now, Megan. Her blonde hair seems to float weightlessly on her shoulders, and her eyes are so curious and bright that they seem to dance when she smiles. Her voice is so lovely, like a little girl trying to sound so grown-up. She's seen so much, and has so much more to see.

"Yes, Megan...anything I can do. Go for it."

"Really Sir?" she says "Well, yeah, I guess I should just go for it sir...just ask straight out, right?"

I'm confused now "Megan, what can I do for you?"

Her breathing is quickened, and she looks like a child about to give her first public speech.

"I need...(breathing) discus...(breathing) grades, sir." she pants loudly, as if her courage was just spent. "I'm concerned that I won't make an A this quarter, and that HAS to happen. I'll lose my scholarship."

I lean forward on my desk, and lower my hands, twirling a pencil. "Megan, you just have to apply yourself more. You are smart, and you have the ability, you just need to focus."

"If I do as you suggest, sir...and FOCUS, is an "A" possible?" she asks

I glance over my records, and run an average based on perfect scores from this point forward. I look back at her, and clear my throat "Megan, even if you ace everything from now until the end of the quarter, the best you can hope for is a B. You would be 3 points short of an A, I'm afraid. I'm sorry."

She looks nervous, and bites her bottom lip. She collapses in the chair across from me. Her head goes back, and she sighs loudly "Oh shit...this isn't happening...oh, god." She continues to ramble, but my eyes have drifted from my papers in front of me, and now are fully focused on the short skirt she is wearing, and how her legs have fallen limp, and the little black lace panties that cover her crotch. My mind goes astray, imagining what that little pussy would look like...carefully manicured, rosy pink lips, a little red clit that needed to be suckled by MY mouth until her legs clamped over my head and her climax shot through her bod....

"Mr Allen?!"

I am jolted form my fantasy...and see her eyes locked onto mine...first shock, then a slight grin as she crossed her legs.

"Megan! I'm sorry...I was thinking...I mean, I wasn't thinking...I was lost there...for a moment....I just..." I stammered.

"Mr Allen....please, don't be sorry. " She laughed nervously. "You're a man...and I'm just a girl...and we have to agree that these things just happen, right?"

I have no words...I'm lost in her eyes...

"And sir.." she uncrosses her legs "Is THIS what you were wanting to see?" she spreads her legs a little, hikes her skirt up, and leans back to let my eyes roam over her crotch area.

My own breath is gone. I am speechless and terrified...but yet becoming so aroused I can't hide, save for the desk in front of me.

Her fingers go to her crotch, slip under her panties, and she rubs her clit area...her eyes close...and then she brings her fingers back to her mouth, tasting them.

I groan...and her eyes meet mine again..a bigger smile now..she has me, and she knows it.

She stands, and walks toward my desk. Reaches under her skirt, removes her panties, and walks to me, tucking her panties in my right shirt pocket.

"For later...for you" she says.

She sits on my desk, her legs facing me, and she scoots back as pencils and papers fall to the floor. Her chuck taylors rest on my knees. Her hands go to her crotch again, rubbing, then she lets them linger under my nose. Her smell is hot, sweet, and so warm I find it impossible to not close my eyes and revel in it. Her fingers touch my lips, and I lick them gently...her taste is SO GOOD. I need her...want her..must HAVE her.

She rocks back on the desk, legs spread, her converse sneakered feet now fall across my shoulders as her legs part. I see her pussy, so beautiful and perfect...glistening mind is telling me "NO! You can't do this!"

But her hands slide around the back of my neck, and she says in a whisper:

"I'm yours, sir...taste me, please..."

I lose all rational thought as those words grant me entrance to her lovely young pussy lips. I lean forward, her legs close over my head, and my lips cover her clit as my tongue flicks back and forth across it...her hands grip my head, and her hips grind forward. I am granted NO AIR, but the fragrance of her desire is like the PURE oxygen I so desperately need. I lick from her clit, down to her opening, lapping up any juices her body grants me...ravenously enjoying each taste. I cup her hips and bottom in my hands, and insert one finger in her pussy, wiggling it across her inner "joy button" all the while, my pursuit of her orgasm continues. I feel her legs closing tightly around my head,a nd her hips bucking. I stop the back and forth and focus FULLY on her clit now...not letting up on it...licking it faster and faster...tasting her wetness with each pass. Her breathing comes in choppy gasps...and her next words ring so loudly I fear the ceiling may collapse:

"Oh...Mr....Allen....I'm...I'm...oh God...I'm going GOD!!"

Her legs ratchet inward, locking my head in their grip. Her second spasm rewards me with a gentle rush of the sweetest, most erotic juices I have ever enjoyed...the most perfect wine of HER orgasm, given to me. I drink all of it...licking her insides clean..and allowing my tongue to BEG for more.

Her legs relax, and her body falls limp. I reach down to help her to sit up, and her body trembles like mad. She nervously plays with my tie...and looks into my eyes.

"Oh, God...sir...thank you...thank you...I was going to try to use this to get a better grade, but I didn't know you would make me come THAT hard sir...oh, God...I owe you TWICE now!" Her hands are still trembling.

I step away from the desk, and she stands in front of me, legs wobbling. She looks into my eyes, and says "Mr. Allen...can I kiss you? Please?" My legs go weak, and I pull her to me, our lips joining and her mouth parting as my tongue finds hers and we explore each other's mouths. Her kiss is electric, and her hips now find mine as she grips my waist and back. My cock feels the contact, and as if it weren't already so hard it ached, it swelled against her. Her hips responded by pressing forward, and and then her legs buckled again.

"I need to sit, Sir...please?" she asked.

I walked her over to the chair near the wall, and she sat down...her hand tracing the bulge in my pants...and then the tiniest giggle escaped her lips.

"Mr. Allen...I'm this to you?"

I was so turned on I lost all inhibitions.

"Indeed you did, Ms. Megan...and I expect you to finish what you start."

Her eyes looked up to mine, a smile, and she unzips my slacks and finds my throbbing cock inside. She pulls it out, and the head is so large and hard that it is a dark pink in color, and pulsing with my heartbeat.

"Oh sir...please let me taste YOU now..."

And she smiled as her lips slipped over the head.

The initial contact was SO intense I groaned her name out loudly "Megan!!! Oh, GOOD...oh, SO good....your tongue...oh your damn good...FUCK!!!'

Her tongue danced across the underside of my cock, tasting it, suckling it like a lollipop. I feel my come rising inside cock begins to pulse madly, and as if she senses what is about to happen, her hand goes to my balls and gently. My mind is in a euphoric state of delirium, and my last sane thought is that I don't want to NOT warn her.

"Megan...I'm going to...come SO HARD, Megan!"

Her left hand squeezes my balls again gently, her right index finger and thumb form a hard "O" around the base of the shaft, and her mouth swallows my cock to the hilt. I lose my mind as my orgasm surges through me, the spasms are so intense I cry out her name one spurt after another shoots into her mouth. Again and again she swallows, and when I think I have no come left to give, she squeezes my balls one last time, and I feel one tiny spurt ooze out as she swallows my final offering.

She stands in front of me, and I kiss her again, tasting myself on her and wanting NOTHING more than to fuck her now...but my body is so weak I can hardly stand.

She pulls away, looks at me, and says with a twinkle in her eye...

"Every day sir..."

"Every day."