Returning to Active Status

I must apologize for my recent absence. One little mistake halfway across the country sent me out of town for a week. I also, don’t think my employer would appreciate my patronizing of this site on their computer, so I had to temporarily disappear into the cyberspace.

I’m back though. I have a couple follows ups in the works and a few notes on starting an adult blog. A business associate of mine is supposed to be releasing a new product in direct response to the Blogger Terms changes which will make every blog author happy.

I will never swear in front of kids again

“Grpph ah haagh hhesss” I grumbled. It was supposed to be “God I hate this!” but a bar of ivory can make it tough to talk. The egg timer says 7 more minutes. Seven more minutes of hell. Or is it seven more minutes until hell? Either way, I shouldn’t be using the word hell. It’s linguistic brethren is the reason I am in this predicament.

Click, Click, Click, the timer slowly counted down to zero. This it totally my fault, and oddly appropriate. I just wish it wasn’t so agonizingly long.

Click, Click, Click. Stop mocking me. I can see your little mechanical eyes looking up at me as you tick the seconds away. You are mocking me. I know I have been naughty, but you don’t have to tease me about it.

Click, Click, BEEP! BEEP! The wait is up. My mouthsoaping is finally over.

“Ok sweety, this can come out now.” I am told from behind. I open my jaw as wide as it will go so his large musclar hands can remove the bar of soap from my mouth.

I immediately spit out suds into the sink. I got to get this taste out of my mouth. I turn on the facuet only to have my reprieve cut short.

“You can rise once, and only once,” he commands, sitting the bar on the soap stand. It has my teeth marks in it! How shameful.

I bend over the sink and let a large gulp of water fill my mouth. Swish, swish, swish, spit! It is still there and I think I made the taste worst. I can taste it everywhere now! Yuck!

“Come on sweety, over the bed you go for your spanking.” He turns me around, away from the sink and the water needed to get rid of this awful taste and towards the bedroom, where the well worn leather belt lies on the bed.

The spanking; the second part of my punishment. Why do I have to get both, my mouth washed out with soap AND a spanking? I guess I do know better than to swear, especially in front of a two year old who repeated it. But why the belt? I hate the belt. It really hurts. That is the reason it is called a punishment; a very undesirable consequence for a particular action.

He has to lead me to the bed. My feet may work, but I just can’t do it on my own. Soon enought, my knees are touching the footboard and I am looking at the instrument of my correction. It is going to hurt. “Lower your panties and bend over,” I am told. His voice is stern with a dash of regret. I’ve always been a Daddy’s girl. Reluctantly, I follow his instructions. I press forward slightly, trying to hide my front as I roll the boyshorts over my derriere. I like derriere and tushy over the traditional bottom, butt or cruder ass. Bottom just makes me feel like a little girl while butt and ass are just to uneducated.

The first breeze of cool night air on my newly exposed skin sends shivers up my spine. I feel naked and vulerable even though I still have a camisole on and only my tushy is exposed. Bending forward only exgerates the feeling. He has to be staring at my tushy. Its full, though well toned contours. The footboard, pressing into my hips from below tilts it upwards, at the perfect angle. Why do I have to have a four poster princess bed? It is situations like this I regret throwing that tantrum in the furniture store. Though I spent sometime in this exact position that evening and numerous times since. Every time has been just as embarassing.

“I think a couple dozen is appropriate, what do you think?”

“Yes, Sire,” I grumble before burying my face in the blankets. It will start soon and I don’t want anyone else to hear me getting spanked. That would be even more embarrassing than this.

“Good,” is all he says. I hear the belt being lifted off the bed. I clench up every muscle and wait, and wait. The seconds seem like hours. Why can’t he just start already?

And then he does. CRACK! The first stroke takes my breath away before the sting even registers. And registers it does. A strip of fiery sting cuts across my derriere. It is so much more intense than I remember.

CRACK! CRACK! He gives me only enough time between strokes to register the pain, but not really react. It hurts, so much. So very much.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! I punch the bed a couple of times, trying to distract myself from the spanking.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! I give up any resolve of strength and let myself cry out in agony. Cries that fall onto the deft ears of my comforter.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! I try to kick the air but it just presses the footboard harder into my pelvis. The unrelenting fire keeps building.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Twisting and wiggling doesn’t help either. He just sets his left hand on the small of my back, pressing my pelvis firmly into the wood.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Every stroke hurts so much. I want it to stop now, but I know it won’t. I beg for mercy, though I doubt he even hears it.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! “Please stop, I’ll be good. I’ll never swear again. Please no more,” were the words I tried to cry out. Nothing inteligable escaped my lips or the blanket.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! I have nothing more. No more protests, no more cries of mercy. Just acceptance and sobbing. I was a naughty and I am being punished for it.

Just like that it ends. No more strips of fiery sting cuting across my derriere. No more pain, no more spanking, just forgiveness.

He helps me up and I immediately hug him, burrying my face into his burly shoulder, sobbing.

He just holds me, comforting his contrite girl. Stroking my hair and back as he tries to sooth away the discomfort. And it works. The guilt and anxiety are all gone. Everything is alright now. Everything except the burning sensation in my tushy.

“I’m sorry honey, I’ll never, sniff, swear in front of our kids again,” I murmur in my husband’s ear.

“I know, I know.”

Whole bunch of nothing

I have nothing new for today. I forgot it was even Wednesday until someone mentioned it this morning.

Lately I have been researching how to increase traffic to a blog, or website in general. Most of the stuff out there is just a repetition of what Google has posted on their web masters help section, ie make good relevant content. I view the terms “good” and “relevant” as being very subjective, so I have been trying to find out what is really “good” content.

While doing this research, I have stumbled across some cool guidelines and tricks to improve the number of visitors to a blog. These tricks are the black-hat kind that every search engine prohibits. They are simple things an average

I have noticed there is not much out there about growing adult blogs, so I intend on making a little series about how adult bloggers can increase their traffic and improve their blogs. Hopefully going through the process of reading, analyzing and explaining the different concepts will make me better at the whole process. And if not, maybe you will learn something new.

Willow Groove – Grace Shue Reminisces with Sigma Alumni

Grace Lee’s Home

“Is Earl Grey fine?”

“Yes, Thank you.” Gretchen Shue accepted the saucer and tea cup.

“So tell me, how is he transition going? It was so great to hear Aunt Martha left you the house. We all knew it would get back to Willow Groove.” Grace said, talking an oreo from the plate on the coffee table.

“Brooklyn was growing old. Adam was offered a nice retirement package from the city and I had enough time to retire also, so

“Amber getting into Myra probably didn’t help.”

“Oh yea, she was skeptical at first. Yale and Stanford where her top 2 choices, but the full ride really us convince her to go to Myra for undergrad instead.”

Cling cling went the door chimes signifying the arrival of the Grace’s two guests. “That must be Marie and Julia,” Grace said getting up to greet her new guests.

“Sorry we’re late. Melissa had to have a discussion with my hairbrush before I left,” Julia stated taking off her coat. “I don’t know what gets into that girl sometimes. It is like tomorrow is the first day of kindergarten, not her sophomore year of college.”

“Well hopefully the hot heine will temper her behavior,” Grace replied, taking the platter from Marie. “Julia, Marie, this is Grace, Grace this is Julia and Marie,” Grace introduced before slipping off to the kitchen.

“Nice to meet you,” Marie offered her hand, which Gretchen stood to shake.

“You as well,” Gretchen replied.

Julia and Marie both took seats across from Gretchen and the sofa she was sharing with Grace.

“Wow, 20 minutes late. I didn’t think I took that long,” Julia said, noticing the time on the grandfather clock in the corner.

“So, you still spank your daughter?” Gretchen asked.

“Of course I do. And I will until she’s married,” Julia replied. “Didn’t you grow up here?”

“Yea, I just thought that tradition would have ended long ago,” Gretchen said.

“Ended?” Julia laughed. “I can’t think of any tradition ending in Willow Groove, yest of all one involving punishments. Why break something that works?”

“I guess so,” Gretchen conceded.

“Didn’t your mother spank you until you got married?” Marie asked, nibbling on an Oreo.

“Yea, I hated those evil chopsticks.”

“And it must’ve worked,” Julia mentioned. “Thought I bet it wasn’t as bad as the cane.”

“I don’t know about the cane, but the chopsticks were awful things. Much worst that the paddle in school.”

“Yea, pledge week though was no walk in the park.” Marie said.

“Which sorority were you in?” Gretchen asked.

“Sigma Epsilon Chi!” Marie stated proudly.

“Oh, me too, what year? I pledged in ’74” Gretchen said.

“Way before my time. I pledged in ’93” Marie said.

“Yea, you youngin’s,” Gretchen smirked. “Julia, were you a sister also?”

“Yea,” Julia answered. She was quite taken back at the question. “I was a year ahead of you.”

“You were?” Gretchen was puzzled for a moment. “Wait, is your maiden name Mason?”

“Yup!” Julia answered.

“Wow, I didn’t recognize you. You were chubby and dorky in college, now freaking gorgeous.” Gretchen gasped, covered her mouth in embarrassment.

“Yea, a year after Alberto and I married, I grew another another inch in all the important areas and lost a couple in the less important ones.”

“She what you would call a late bloomer,” Marie mocked.

“Alberto’s surely a lucky man.”

Grace returned with another platter of fresh vegetables. “Something a little healthier. So what did Melissa do?” Grace asked Julia.

“It was just bratty attitude stuff, nothing real big. I probably shouldn’t have let it get this far but it did. We hadn’t had a discussion since the fourth.”

“Of July?” Grace questioned.

“Yea, amazing.”

“Lucky for you, the twins have gotten two since the fourth. One was a real dozy,” Grace said.

“What did they do?” Marie inquired.

“John caught them up at the river skinny dipping.”

“John caught them skinny dipping! Wow!” Marie exclaimed.

“Yea, we both lit into them. There’s nothing like a willow switch to get your point across.”

“Lasted them until this past weekend when they got into an argument over some shirt.”

“Ah girls will be girls. It isn’t like we never did anything like that growing up.” Julia said.

“Remember the sorority backpacking trip my junior year, when we ‘accidentally’ ran into the boys?” Gretchen asked Julia.

“I’ve never forgotten. I’m so glad we didn’t caught. If my mother knew of half the stuff I did that weekend, I wouldn’t have been able to sit for a year.”

“Me neither. You know Lucy Caufield got caught. Her mom found a pair of men’s briefs in her laundry,” Grace said.

“She did? That’s what she gets for winning at strip poker,” Julia laughed. “It also explains why she disappeared for a couple of hours every Saturday morning during the following semester.”

“Yea, I heard she spilled everything she did to her Mom and as punishment got the belt once a week until everything was amended for.”

“Ouch! I didn’t think we did that many naught things that weekend,”

“Drinking, strip poker, truth or dare, skinny dipping, blow jobs, sex,” Grace counted off.

“Wow, mine would’ve flipped out too,” Marie gasped.

“You forgot the pine cone races,” Julia said, smiling.

“Aaghhh, I don’t know how you all got me to agree to that one,” Gretchen squirmed a little.

“Tequila!” Julia pronounced.

“What are pine cone races?” Marie asked hesitantly.

“You don’t want to know,” Gretchen answered quickly.

“It’s a relay like race. The guys run this obstacle course then fuck their girlfriend until they cum, slip a pine cone into her ass then she repeats the course without letting the pine cone come out.” Julia explained, much to Gretchen’s embarrassment.

“Ouch!” Marie said, covering her mouth in disbelief.

“Yea…we were dumb kids,” Gretchen sucked gently on her left cheek.

“That’s for sure,” Marie nervously laughed.

“Oh come on, you didn’t do anything wild and crazy in college?” Grace chided the younger women.

“No,” Marie answered meekly. The blush gathering in her cheeks gave away the lie.

“Sure you didn’t,” Julia grinned.

“Noting really,” Marie denied even as she felt her cheeks grow hot.

“Come on, tell us!” Julia eagerly pestered her friend.

“It couldn’t be worst that what we did,” Gretchen added her support of Julia.

“Kind of. Between my junior and senior year we bet the Nu Rho Delta girls we could get more pledge signups than them and we lost,” Marie related.

“The Nu’s got more pledge signups than you? They are still the nerds right?” Gretchen asked.

“Yea,” Marie conceded.

“So what was the bet?” Grace asked.

“Hell week. All the Sigma officers spent orientation week under the same conditions as their pledges spend hell week,” Marie said.

“So, I don’t remember hell week being that bad when I pledged,” Gretchen asked. “What? Bad food and a little paddling?”

“Nu girls are screwed up though. They basically lock their pledges in diapers for the week and spank them if they wet the diaper.” Marie explained.

“Your kidding,” Grace said.

“Unfortunately no,” Marie admitted, to the chucking of the other ladies. “I think all five of us officers got spanked every day that week. The worst part was asking to be changed, especially when you knew it was wet.”

“Why didn’t you take it off when you were at the house?” Julia asked.

“They used these little luggage locks with a short metal chain around our waists. Tracey, one of the VPs tried to get out the first day and they found out. She squealed like a pig when they used that hairbrush on her. Then they didn’t powder her when the diaper was replaced. She complained about diaper rash for two weeks.”

“Yikes, I remember how much trouble Melissa was that one time she had diaper rash,” Julia commented.

“I could imagine. Amber got it the first time I left her with her father unsupervised. Not a fun baby.” Gretchen mentioned.

“Well we should probably get started on planning the alumni dinner,” Grace refocused the group on the reason they were meeting.

Riding the 4×4

“Oh, my head!” I moan as the beams of sun poke my eyes. Even with my eyes closed the world seems to be a blaze of light. Of that awful bright light. Why am I being punished? Oh, yea, last night and the bonfire. A queasiness down below told me the bathroom was an immediate need.

I throw back the sheet covering me and stumble into the hall towards the bathroom. The door’s open, good! A few more steps and I’m praying at the porcelain god. I hate dry heaves. There wasn’t really anything left to come up, but stomach didn’t care.

“Bets, you ok?” I heard from behind me.

I spit out as much of the disgusting taste before collapsing against the wall. Jamie, is standing over me, already dressed. How can she look so…so… fine? Didn’t she drink more than me last night?

“Here, sip on this and you’ll feel better in no time,” she tells me as she hands over a bottle of lemon-lime Gatorade. I pop it open and it tastes wonderful. The nausea had covered up my cottonmouth. I took another big gulp trying to get ride of the awful feeling.

“Slow or you’ll just puke it back up,” She warned.

“Thanx,” I say before laying an arm on the edge of a tub and resting my head on it. The room was moving a little too much at the moment for me to do much more.

“Oh, and Mom called. They are coming home today and should be here by 6. Sheriff Williams called them.” Jaime added before leaving me to rest.

Sheriff Williams meant goodbye bikini. There was no way I was wearing a swimsuit for at least a week, even if Mom would let me go anywhere. Maybe a little nap and this will all be a bad dream. Yea, just a bad dream.

—-

My second awakening was much better than the first. I could still feel the bass pounding out its rhythm in my head, but 100% less nausea made up for it. Just about anything is better than puking.

I sat up in bed and swung by legs over the edge to find my room still filled with that awful light. The bane of all hangovers. The blurriness though was not due to the hangover. I snatched up my glasses from the night stand. Today is not a contact day. Slipping the glasses on, I realize the room is even blurrier. I then realize I still have my disposable contacts in. A couple stumbles to the dresser, eye drops and my contacts are safely deposited in the trash. My glasses now return the world to high definition.

I scoop up the crumbled bathrobe laying behind my door and make my way downstairs. Jordan is a sleep on couch while Jaime is cleaning the kitchen.

“Good morning,” I mumble on my way to the coffee pot.

“Morning? 3 o’clock. Mom and Dad will be home in a couple of hours,” Jaime said without looking up from the pan she was scrubbing.

“Aren’t they supposed to be coming back tomorrow?”

“Sheriff Williams called Dad this morning, so they are coming home today!” Jamie s

“Fuck.” I sighed. “Let me get some coffee and I’ll get Jordan and Breanne up.” I started a fresh pot. I needed the caffeine and my sisters probably needed it also. Food would also be important. I doubted I would really want to eat dinner, even if we were allowed. I opened the fridge to find nothing interesting. Cereal would do. I probably ate too much last night anyways. I definitely drank too much and even light beer has way too many calories.

“Once you get finished, go wake up Jordan and Breanne and have them clean the rest of the house. You get the front yard mowed and I’ll come out to help with the garden when I’m done here,” Jaime commanded.

“Hopefully it buys us a little good will,” I said, not really believing a word of it. Goodwill goes a long way with our parents for little things, but not something like this. Thought maybe it’ll make Mom feel guilty after a week or so of our grounding and let us play while Dad is at work.

I woke Jordan from her slumber, offering a cup of coffee and our impending doom. She had half the mug gone before caffeine started turning the wheels in her head at full speed. Well full speed for her is like half speed for the rest of us. The ditzy blonde still got that party plus sheriff plus dad equaled doom. I was tempted to spell it out like that when I saw the light blub go on in her head.

I instructed Jordan to clean the living room, family room and dinning room while I went to find Breanne. Luckily she was still firmly planted in bed. Her golden locks seem to form a halo around her head. She looked so angelic. So peaceful. So innocent. She didn’t have the Jordan’s beauty, my brains or Jamie’s dynamic personality, but she did have a way of manipulating just about everyone. I think it is really her baby face, which was exaggerated when she dyed her hair the summer before she started high school. I had to vouch for her being an actual freshman to our homeroom teacher on the first day because he thought she was a kid. I would hate everyone thinking I was 13, but she likes it.

She actually likes it so much, she decorated her bedroom like a Barbie palace. I’m not talking the kiddie version where there are images of Barbie everywhere. No, her room is pink with shades of red, white and a few lavenders. It looks like a giant version of the Barbie’s bedroom from the toy house. Sickening, but I guess one of us four had to be a girly girl.

“Come on, you gotta get up,” I poked her a few times.

“I don’t wanna,” she mumbled before trying to hit me with pillow. Luckily the coffee cup was in my hand away from the bed, otherwise she may have gotten a hot surprise.

“I don’t care, and I doubt Mom and Dad will care when they get home in an hour.” Yes, we probably had at least 2 hours, but hyperbolas work well in motivating Breanne.

“So..” she mumbled.

“Remember what happened last night?”

A grumbled indicated she knew want I meant. I sat the coffee on her nightstand. “Here’s some coffee. You have the bathrooms and upstairs to clean before they get home.”

“Yes MOM!” she said sardonically. A tone I never heard her actually say to mom, just Jamie and I. Whatever, I had to get changed and get mowing asap. Also I can’t forget the allergy medicine. I may like hunting, fishing and all the other outdoors stuff, but my allergies prefer a nice climate controlled environment.

It was actually a really nice day. A few light, fluffy clouds dotted the sky. Cirrus clouds if I remember earth science class correctly. At least I’d improve my tan some while I mowed. I may be a tomboy, but I still know guys appreciate a good tan. A camisole and cutoffs was as much skin I risked showing because we had gotten no word from Mom or Dad about their ETA. Dad doesn’t really like his girls in bikinis, and I don’t care to poke an angry bear.

The mowing took forever and a day. Even the highest gear wasn’t fast enough. Though I don’t know if I wanted time to go any faster. Around and around I rode, thinking up every horrible punishment known to man. Well, not known to man, but rather, every horrible punishment two loving, caring parents may impart upon their adult daughters. A couple made me shutter so much I had to back up and re-mow a few spots.

I was just starting the trim work when Jamie lead Jordan and Breanne out to the garden. It needed a quick weeding and the fresh veggies needed to be picked; both tasks Mom normally performed. Actually, everything we did in the last couple of hours were tasks Mom normally did around the house. Mom or us, but not Dad. We probably should have targeted Dad’s tasks instead of Mom’s. It was too late now.

Mom and Dad pulled the pickup in as I was coming back from putting away the lawn mower. Time was up. A few quick loads of stuff was all that stood between us and our reckoning. I glanced over at the garden to see Jamie prodding our younger siblings toward the truck. Don’t they realize that delaying in the garden would achieve nothing.

“That’s the last load. Just go wait for your father in the living room.” Mom told Jordan and I as she rounded the edge of the porch. Jordan and I hung our heads low as we walked to the living room. Jaime and Breanne were already there, waiting nervously. Jaime seemed contend on accepting her fate, while Breanne was mumbling something to herself. No doubt she was trying to devise an exit strategy. I bet it would involve using Jamie and I as scape goats.

I played with my fingernails as the tension built. The logic side was trying to tell the emotional side exactly want was going to happened and that I would survive it, but emotions just don’t listen. They love to go to extremes. Every horrible thing I thought up while mowing was coming back with a vengeance. We would be spanked, belted, switched, grounded and have our mouth’s washed out with soap. Jamie and I would get it doubly bad because we supplied the alcohol, or at least allowed them to consume it. It was really more Jamie and my faults.

“A party!” Dad stated. He never yelled when he was mad, just forcefully stated. I think he admired Teddy Roosevelt’s “Speak Softly and Carry a Big Stick” policy. Though he never carried a big stick, just the occasional small ones. “With the Cops being called?”

“Daddy, it was all a misunderstanding,” Jordan cried.

“I don’t want to hear. Each of you go cut a switch then I better see four very contrite girls lined up on the porch!” Dad stated, shaking his head in disappointment. I could feel the pain he felt in my chest. There was nothing worst than disappointing Dad. I mean he protected and gave us girls so much, and never asked for much in return. Unlike Mom, he didn’t even care if we where perfect ladies or not. He just wanted us to try our best, respect others, and honor and cherish family, God and country.

The decree though had been made and there was no backing out of it. We would be Ridding the 4×4 as we jokingly called it when all four of us sisters got spanked together. We now just had to provide the four switches and four bare bottoms, which multiplied together was 16 times the punishment.

Walking outside I noticed the trees were full of singing birds. They were singing our funeral song. I started putting words to their melodies as Jamie lead the way to the stand of trees behind the barn.

“There goes four naughty girls
Off to fetch a switch
Each one sorry for their deeds
but not as sorry as they’ll be!”

Did you know in prisons, the Green Mile, that stretch from a death row inmate’s cell to the execution chamber is often only 50 feet. The courts probably deem the 100 yards we have to go to cut a switch cruel and unusual punishment.

The grove a trees behind the barn isn’t very big, but dense enough that you can’t easily see through it. Firewood is stacked between two of the larger trees while young saplings dotting the underbrush. These young saplings are our target. A branch as thick as one’s thumb and as long as one’s arm is the requirement.

We each choose an appropriate branch, or entire new sapling in Breanne’s case, and used the Swiss army knife to cut it off and clean the excess sprouts. Haste was important, because Dad only provided us so much time to complete the chore, thought he never set an exact number. Just ‘be quick about it.’ He reinforced the message to Jamie and I the summer after I graduated high school when got to go over his knee before we got the switch. Not something I ever planned on repeating.

Four sisters, heads hung low, shuffled on back to the house, a short, flexible branch in each’s hands. Four former saplings, a sign of vitality and growth, were presented to their father to help them grow out of their youthful mischief. Four naughty girls lined up, waiting for instructions. It seems more like an except from a classic novel than our reality.

“Lower then loop your panties around the banister,” Dad instructed. I hooked my thumbs into my waistband then knelt down as I lowered them to my ankles. I stepped out of the right leg hole. Looping your panties meant looping your panties around one of the porch’s railing supports the stepping back into them, effectively locking your feet together and close to the railing. It prevented us from kicking, and vulgar displays towards Dad, though oddly still left our front visible to anyone in the backyard. I looped my panties around a banister then stepped back into them and stood up, holding the railing as I went up for support. It was an awkward movement that I had way too much practice at.

Dad always started with the youngest first, so I had two sisters to wait through before I got any attention. Waiting to be spanked is always the worst. Its especially when you 22, standing half naked on your porch waiting to be switched.

Breanne was crying before the first stroke landed. She always cried before being spanked. Maybe she thought it would cause Mom or Dad to have pity on her. I’m sure it didn’t work with Mom, but not so sure about Dad. When I saw Mom spank her a few months ago, I swear it was longer and harder than when Mom spanked the rest of us. Well, not me, but Jamie and Jordan. I couldn’t tell with Dad, since he only spanked when more than one of us was up for it and I was always waiting for my turn next to Breanne.

Dad finished the first set with Breanne and my own spanking came closer. One more bottom before mine would be graced with that evil switch. It would be all tenderized by the time it got to me, encouraging it to provide more sting.

I bit my lower lip as the flurry of strokes caused Jordan to cry out. Almost my turn. Almost my cries. Almost.

Two taps to my back prompted me to bend forward. I reached low, taking a hold of the uprights just above my panties. I had two choices of views; the flowerbed filled with wild rose bushes or between my legs. I choose neither, screwing my eyes shut instead.

The first swipe didn’t sting much. More than I had remembered, but not too much. The next burst of swipes though stung exponentially more with each swipe. “Owee owee owwee!” I cried as the sting hit a crescendo with last swat. I blinked back the initial onslaught of tears while wiggling to and fro, trying to dissipate the sting. Why couldn’t the wind blow a little bit? A cool breeze would help the sting some.

Jamie gave more of a low moan with her first dose. It took her more than just to get to the crying stage, but she would reach it.

Dad returned to Breanne and lectured her some. My attention was firmly focused on the my bottom until her cries for forgiveness perched the evening air as Dad broke that first switch across her bottom. It was standard Dad spanking protocol. A little bit for each naughty daughter, then a whole bunch for one, then again a little for each before a whole bunch for the next daughter. Getting spanked with a switch is one thing. One horrible, stingy punishment, but this roller coaster ride of sting is plain torture. Every new round would send the sting to all new highs.

With my face down and bottom up, the only thing I could do was to focus on my breathing. Slow, steady breaths through my mouth helps distract during these little interludes. The tears had stopped and the sting had just started to level off when the second round arrived.

Jordan cried out immediately. There is a point during every spanking where you give up your dignity and just accept it. Jordan had made the leap and there was no going back for her.

WHACK! “Ouch!” The first stroke took me by surprise. A narrow ban of pain striping by backside. I clenched my jaw as the following set of strokes built upon the first set. White knuckles held me firmly on the top of the rail, even when I tried to kick my legs about. The kicking was in vain because a pair of cotton panties does not tear easily. I’d tried though many times on this porch. Many more than I care to remember.

Dad moved onto Jamie as fast as he’d moved onto me, but I didn’t even notice. The million bee stings had not stopped. Shaking and wiggling wouldn’t scare them away. Logically I knew time was the only real cure the sting, but come on, who is logical in my situation.

I could hear Breanne let out her typical high pitch wails when Dad started in on her and then the progressive stronger and stronger cries coming from Jordan. I stole a glance at her to gently shaking her head as the tears flooded from her squished eyes. The hair clip popped, closing a blonde curtain around her face. I’d look like that in a moment, though brown hair instead of blonde.

Dad granted my projection sooner than I’d have wished. The first few strokes with the fresh switch burned like hell. I swear it was cutting into my cheeks with every stroke. Deeper and deeper until it suddenly stopped. I tried to control my breath a little before it returned. “I can do this, I can do this,” I kept mouthing. I can be brave and take my punishment like a big girl without crying like a baby. I’d made it this far, I could do all the way.

WAHCK! WHACK! WHACK! The switch had returned and returned with vengeance. “No more! Sniff Please! I’ll be good! SNIFF I promise! Pleasse! Please! Please!” I cried, praying the switch would break quickly, but it never did. I finally gave up all resolve and just hollered. I hollered in pain. I hollered my sorrow. I hollered anything and everything I thought would make it stop. I didn’t want to be punished anymore. It wasn’t worth it. There was no party worth this. I’d never do it again. NEVER EVER! This was…was…was what I deserved.

The switch had covered from the top of my cheeks to midway down my thighs and every part in between when it finally broke in two. Two parts that Dad tossed on my bunched shorts and panties. Two pieces I’d get to look at until Dad finished, had I dare open my eyes.

I just sobbed continuously until Dad had finished with all of us. Even his final set of strokes with Jamie’s switch didn’t change my state much. Maybe an octave higher in my cries, but I had nothing left. No resistance, no pride, no naughtiness, just contrition.

“Well, I think you’ve learned a lesson today. You girls can go stand against the wall for a while and think about why you needed to learn a lesson,” Dad grumbled then I heard the screen door open and he was gone.

Dad had always let us do this part on our own. His only expectation were the naughty girls facing the side of the house when he came out later. Nothing else mattered. Not how fast we got up, nor our state of dress. Those were good things because I didn’t want to move for few minutes and those damn panties were not returning anywhere close to their correct position anytime soon.

One foot out of my panties and I was released from my induced prison. The three steps to the side of the house would hurt, but I could do it. And once I got there, I could sneak a rub or two. Mom and Dad wouldn’t see. I hoisted myself up, before dragging my shorts and panties still hooked around my left ankle. Tiny steps and I was to the safety of the wall.

I don’t quite understand why some girls complain so much about corner-time. I find a peaceful reprieve from the whole hustle and bustle of a normal day. I time I can just finally relax. Because right now everything was gone. All the stress, the tension, the guilt. It was all gone. Washed away with the tears. And not regular tears, but tears of a spanking. The kind unlike any other kind. The kind that bring sorrow, forgiveness, and lasting lessons.

“You girls ok?” Dad asked, coming back outside. I couldn’t tell you how long he had been inside, but it didn’t matter.

“Yes,” we mumbled, turning slightly to look over our left shoulders. It must be a sight to see four half naked women with red swollen butts looking over their back over their shoulder.

“I spoke Sheriff Williams and he said no charges are going to be filed against any of you kids,” Dad stated. Good thing, because I am sure none of us wanted to spend tomorrow morning sitting on that wooden bench outside of his chambers.

“I’m sorrryy dadddy,” I cried, hugging him along with my sisters.

“I know girls, I know. But please, avoid mischief with the law. If you want to get in trouble, you know many perfectly legal ways.”

Interesting knowledge learned while running an adult orientated blog

I make no qualms whatsoever that In Hushed Voices is an adult blog. Just about every topic involves sexuality, sexual acts, sexual fantasies and other parts of erotic literature.  When I started I knew I might get some interesting search leading to to blog, but the weird, creepy and humorous ones surprised me. I have/do manage other blogs, though those blogs have all been work orientated, so the variety of searches have been

For the longest time the best search term was ‘mouthsoaping.’ I had no delusions of grandeur at getting ‘spanking’ or ‘paddling’ as a search term. I actually thought mouthsoaping would be more popular in the erotica environment, though it seems to be only involved in pure disciplinary spankings, and consequently not often involved in erotic literature.

Some of the other interesting search terms have been:

Search Term My first impression
moms who cut a switch to spank their daughters Legitimate, if the daughter is an adult
schoolgirl gated with the cane
first sorority that paddled pledges I wonder which sorority it too
child discipline,use a rubber spatula to warm the children’s bottoms when they are naughty. The search engine must be looking only for discipline, bottoms & naughty, because none of the rest of the keywords are mentioned anywhere here
should corner time be in room before and after getting spanked  Why not?
jessica spaked by dfad for texing  hmmmm someone texts too much
clitoris+whipping+stories  Ouch!
short pants down spanking in front of mom’s friends
should i go to a spanking college  They actually exist outside of fantasy? Wow!
spank+at+rose+state+college
bikini + swats  Ah memories of spring break
while aunty took down my shorts and underpants uncle fetched his cane
sex doggy style spanking bench Are there any spanking benches not setup for easy doggie style after the spanking?
the dishes can wait spanking
high society girl spanked by waiter That would be an interesting sight
i like mouth soaping  Sure you do
the spanking to make a bottom road  What is a bottom road? Wikipedia doesn’t define it.
we have electric warming blanket under the rubber sheets on the children’s beds,spankings are less. What? Aside from the implied issue of spanking a child for wetting the bed, wouldn’t the electric blanket make it warmer, more relaxed environment encouraging more bed-wetting?
cane “thank you” stripe sting|sore bare bottom poke  A cane that makes thank you stripes? I have got to see this.
your baby sitter get in georgia spanked and then in the corner So you only babysitters spanked in Georgia, not those in Tennessee
cornertime confidential spanking
19th. century school spankings stories Wow, I still haven’t gotten the first historical story published and I’m already getting interest.
do bent over the desk switching hurt Why wouldn’t they hurt?
the spanked,corner time, & blow job bride  There was a nice wedding for someone
college girl spanked by father in garage
bare bottom waitress I can just see the sign now, “We are a 100% Shirt, Shoes, & Service facility! No Pants Required.”
tv shows where wives were spanked
grandma’s mouth soaping I hope she wasn’t a grandma when it happened, or even a mother.
did you ever get spanked over the patio railing
young girls bare bottom drawings of birds Those must be talented girls to draw birds with their bare bottoms.
spanked bare butt amateurs in front of friends
spanking lazy gearl
aunt spank her niece than fucks her Ah, inappropriate
frightened cane bare bottom
office worker bent over desk gets spanking
with her bloomers at her feet bent over the rail as her dad spanks her hard with a strap Straight out of the 1902, Nevada.
can dorm mother to spank college age boys? If they consent, anything goes
giving a bath scrubbing with soap and a spanking story
spank jeans cane pic
spankings – six daughters and daddys belt Tiring to say the least
http://www.girls spanked with the cane in church.com Is this an actual website? Nope.
text files.com/video twin girls spanked bare
town spanks women There’s an effective punishment for speeding
the hips which the someone else’s wife hung down
when is it acceptable to cane a ladies bottom
girl chose strap on bare bottom over telling parents Hmm..Strap on bare bottom or tell parents you got fined for skinny dipping in the university president’s pool. Hard choice.
university “over the knee””on all fours” Is she supposed to go over the knee or get on all fours?
“michigan cabin for adult spankings” There is such a place?
shit going on all around and i’m just paddling I think they might mean a different type of paddling….or maybe not
i could feel my moms as crack while she sat on my lap in the car 1 What does this have to do with any content here?
naked girls soaping each other on the kitchen counter I hope they washed the counter before making dinner
when mom gets me home i will get my bare bottom spanked by hairbrush pr You shouldn’t be naughty when shopping then
girls top falls downon amateur night It’s amateur night at the strip club, isn’t the top supposed to come down?
naughty nun was being spanked with the cane because she was doing very bad things What bad things would that be? Using a ruler on some poor students knuckles?
skinny couple cane each other
picture of my wife paddling me There isn’t a single picture on this site. You would think a search engine could tell that.
japanese shuffeld pantie What is a shuffeld pantie?

One other thing I learned is sex sells, and those who can’t sell it don’t want anyone else to profit from sex either. This is exemplified by the Blogger change in their Terms of Service. Google, who owns Blogger, cannot effectively sell sexual content through their adwords program without being labeled an “adult company.” Those using Blogger to ‘sell sex’ are doing something that Google cannot and it makes them jealous.

Simplified: Sex = Jealously.

Willow Groove – The Pledges get Some Exercise

“Today we will start with learning the history of Sigma Epsilon Chi,” Sarah announced from the front of the dining room. “Afterwards we’ll get in a short workout before prepare lunch. After lunch we will go through the remaining history, practice a little then head over to the bookstore so you all can get your books. This evening we have some stuff with the actives.”

“Sigma Epsilon Chi was founded in 1912 by six of the first women to attend Myra College, as it was known then.” Every pledge listened intently to every word the pledge mistress spoke, yest the paddle make a surprise appearance on their rear end. “We are proud to have the daughter’s of the founder and first president among out founding members. Daisy Wingate, the daughter of Myra Founder, Joshua Wingate, and Alice Lee, the daughter of the first Myra President, Adam Lee, were joined by..” Sarah looked over the pledges to see 10 intense stares, but no writing. “Ah you may want to write this down, since you will be expected to know it by memory, and tested on it.” 10 pencils stared scribbling the information already provided. “I’ll start over…”

Sarah lectured the pledges for nearly an hour before allowing them to ask questions then a short break. The presentation had been perfected over the decades, so there were few questions and most were orientated understanding a particular fact.

“Any more questions?” Sarah scanned the disinterested faces one last time before moving on. “Good. Next up today is a nice little workout before you start preparing lunch. Kayla, how are we on time?”

“Five minutes ahead of schedule,” Kayla answered after comparing her clipboard and watch.

“You girls have 15 minutes to go get changed into something appropriate for some running around campus. Kayla and I will meet you downstairs in the common room. You’re dismissed,” Sarah added a wave of her hand implying the pledges should make haste in getting ready for some exercise.

“I didn’t think classes started until next week.” Jessica walked beside her new friend down to their room.

“Yea. It is amazing how much history there is in such a small amount of time though. I don’t think any of the big sororities back east have such extensive, or detailed records.” Amber remarked.

“It is the details I’m worried about.” Jessica instinctively rubbed her bottom.

“Me too. You notice they never mentioned anything about those rules of decorum.”

“I think they want us to screw up so they can paddle us.”

“As long as it isn’t you or me I’ll be happy.”

“Yea.”

“Are we going outside?” Madison asked holding up a pair of PINK shorts.

“Probably,” Jessica answered.

“What kind of workout can we do inside?” Rosa chimed in.

“I don’t wanta know,” Amber said, pulling out a sports bra and shorts from her dresser. The other girls chuckled, slipping into shorts, t-shirts and tennis shoes. They each hoped the outfit would be suitable for anything they would be put through, and not reprimanded for being improperly dressed.

“Hey, we got less than 3 minutes left,” Patty told the girls from the doorway.

“Thanx,” Amber called out as she returned her previous outfit to her closet. “I really need to keep track of time here,” she mumbled to herself.

“Good, everyone is on time, unlike this morning,” Sarah remarked at 10:30 sharp. “Though why are you all dressed like that when we are going swimming?” The synchronized and faces of horror were too much for Kayla to resist busting out laughing. Sarah smiled, “Just kidding. We going to jog a couple laps around campus, but first we need to stretch. Lets go up to the front yard.”

The pledges followed Sarah and Kayla outside then formed a semi circle in front of the two actives. The lack of the paddle in Kayla’s hands did not escape any of the pledge’s notice, putting them all a little more at ease.

“Did any of you run track in high school?” Sarah asked.

“I ran the 400 and 800,” Emily said.

“Good, you can lead the stretching and the run.”

Emily lead everyone through stretching out their core, quads, calves, buttocks and every other muscle she’d been taught to stretch before running in high school.

“That’s everything for stretching.”

“OK, we’ll do two laps around the edge of campus. Emily you can set the pace. Kayla and I will bring up the rear.” Sarah told the Emily before addressing rest of the pledges. “The rest of you do try to keep up. You don’t want to have a discussion about the lack of effort afterwards. Lead on!”

Eleven pairs of tennis shoes followed Emily on a trek around Myra. Down past the sorority house, around the back of Wingate hall, past the fraternity houses, and the cute boys working outside shirtless, then looping around Lee Manor and back towards the Sigma house. By the second lap, the girls became spread over twenty five yards from lead to Kayla and Sarah, with pairs generally forming to chat while running.

It was on this second lap where Amber realized how much she was out of shape. Her lungs burned, thighs ached and if it was not for the fear of the paddle, her pace would have been half of its current rate. Thought the paddle wasn’t looking so bad compared to pain she was already in.

The girls were coming up onto Lee Manor for the second time, when Jennifer stumbled slightly on the uneven ground, then tripped over her own feet while attempting to regain her balance. She took the tumble as well as she could, but still ended laying flat on the grass, with only her pride hurt. Liz kept running, while Patty, Meghan and Bridgette swerved to miss Jennifer.

“Hey, come on, we got to keep going,” Jessica extended a hand to Jennifer. Amber reached down and pulled with Jessica, up righting the blonde.

“Thanx,” Jennifer said, brushing herself off.

“Lets go, here comes Kayla and Sarah,” Amber urged the other two forward. Fiery lungs went away much faster than a fiery bottom.

The three girls tried to sprint to catch up, though Amber nor Jessica could maintain the vigorous pace for much more than a few seconds. Jennifer, in much better shape quickly out ran the other two, though slowed her pace when she realized they couldn’t keep up. She felt guilty at getting the other two girls so far behind. Even at the slowed pace, the all the pledges arrive back at the sigma house before either active.

“So how do you all feel? A nice good run to revitalize you!” Sarah walked around the girls sprawled out on the front lawn. “You’d better get used to it, because you’ll be doing that every morning.” A collective groan came from the pledges. “It is good everyone pushed themselves and kept a good pace the entire time. I am though disappointed about the incident with Ms Marshall.” Jennifer mistook Sarah’s pause as a moment to offer an apology.

“I’m so sorry. I stumbled and I’m why Jessica and Amber were so slow.” Jennifer pleaded.

Sarah smiled broadly. Maybe this girl was learning. “You falling and being helped up by your fellow pledges is not what I was referring to. Kayla, what is the fifth Rule of Decorum?”

“A sister shall always support her fellow sisters in their endeavors. Punished by 10 swats.” Kayla recited.

“And do you think the girls who ran past Jennifer were being supportive of their fellow pledge?” Sarah asked, rhetorically.

“No Pledge Mistress. Would you like me to fetch the paddle?” Kayla asked sardonically.

“Please not here!” Liz interrupted the little exchange.

“Are you interrupting me?” Sarah leered at the girl sitting on the grass.

“No ma’am,” Liz answered quietly.

“Good. Kayla, I think these pledges could use a shower first, they can take their punishment afterwards. No more laying around here, go get cleaned up.” Sarah clapped her hands, spurring the 8 seated girls to their feet and all of them down to the pledge quarters.

The ickyness of sweat cooling in the AC coupled with missing a shower in the morning was a little much for Amber. Even a quick one would be acceptable right now. She slipped off the workout clothes and wrapped herself in a towel before investigating the shower situation.

The shower section of community bathroom reminded Amber of a hospital ER, with shower stalls in place of the beds. Three removable shower heads lined the far wall, with curtain rails running in semi circles round each head in the ceiling. The shower curtains could then be pulled around the head to create a temporary private stall.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!” Kayla yelled when she walked into the shower area. Everyone stopped. “You don’t have time for all this modesty crap!” Kayla yanked open the first curtain, revealing a surprised Meghan. “Patty, Liz, strip and get in there now.” Two towels fell to the floor and a pair of nude co-eds joined their fellow pledge under the hot stream of water.

Kayla opened Bridgette’s curtain before commanding, “Madison, Rosa, get in!” A firm slap to Madison’s bare bottom was needed to help the shy girl into such close confines with two other naked girls. “Amber, Jessica, hop in the last one!”

Being caught naked in public was a repeating nightmare of Amber’s. The shower room was far from public and she had changed earlier in front of her roommates, but this was different. It felt more exposed. More open. More naked. Well the last point was correct, since she hadn’t taken her panties off earlier. Her fears or the paddle? The other girls could do it, could she?

“You have 10 minutes!” Kayla called out before leaving the shower area.

“Amber, come on!” Jessica whispered urgently from behind the curtain.

Amber took a deep breath, and told herself “I can do this. We are all girls.” A little flick of the wrist and towel’s protection was gone. Holding her shower caddy in front of herself, she slipped around the curtain of the last shower. The sight shocked her. Jessica stood under the water rising out her hair while Emily scrubbed her long legs with a luffa. Neither took much notice she was there, just kept going about their own routine, except in very close proximity to two other girls. She did not know what to do. She knew how to shower herself, but not like this. Not without a constant flow of water raining down upon her.

“Here you can have the water,” Jessica said slipping around behind. She brushed Amber’s back, startling the Asian girl.

Amber kept her back to the other girls while wetting her hair. It felt weird to her to be watching them. This was real life, not some cheesy porn movie. This is like a scene out of a porn movie. A bunch of hot sweaty college girls taking a shower together that gets sexual. The situation reminded her of back in Brooklyn, when Yuan had swiped that movie from her older brother and brought it to the slumber party.

A light tap on her side startled Amber from her day dream. “Hey let me rise off,” Emily said, urging Amber forward. Amber exchanged places with Emily pulled out her shampoo. The flower scent set her at ease. A little personal scape massage and Amber was finally relaxing, as much as she could. A dash of body wash on the luffa, then she looked down at the bodies of her shower mates for the first. Her hand rubbed the luffa over her body, but her eyes became fixed upon the torso of Jessica and Emily. The larger, flapper breasts of Jessica versus the smaller, toner pair on Emily. The darker skin tone of Emily hid the nipples compared to Jessica, though both girls’ nipple stuck straight forward instead of up and outward like her own breasts.

Amber started to move lower on her body, and theirs, when Emily said, “I’m done, its all yours.” Emily and Jessica switched places briefly before Emily left the stall.

Jessica wasted no time during her final rise and followed Emily a few seconds later. “You better hurry, we don’t have much time,” Jessica told her friend. The general commotion in the shower area told her Jessica was right. No sense having to face her fear and getting paddled. Water and her hands flew across her skin, rising away the shampoo and soap. A quick conditioning and she was done, and going for her towel.

“Patty, Liz, Meghan and Bridgette, leave your stuff here and line up in the common room, touching your toes!” Kayla instructed the girls as they started drying themselves. The four pledges followed Kayla into the common room, wearing only towels.

Amber didn’t hear what was being said, but the first swat echoed through the bathroom. She gathered up her stuff, exiting the bathroom as Sarah planted the first swat onto Liz’s bare bottom. This was the first time she had ever gotten an opportunity to actually observe a paddling, or spanking of any kind. Sarah moved back to Meghan, providing Amber a clear view of each reddening bottom. Liz’s cheeks were full of blues and reds from this morning’s paddling, while Patty’s and Bridgette’s were only a mild rose.

Amber took in the voyeuristic scene for a moment. The paddle raising high and flying down. The pop made upon contact. The wiggling of the recipient’s hips. The vulgar display of all her charms. The last part made Amber blush and turn away out of embarrassment. A good girl doesn’t look at such things, she told herself. But it was so tempting, so exciting, so naughty. She stole one long glance at the four naked bottoms, then scampered off to her room.

Six pledges clothed pledges looked upon their naked brethren’s red bottoms as Sarah finished up the punishment.

CRACK! “Waaaaa!” Liz sobbed as she received her tenth swat.

“I hope you have learned something about helping your fellow sisters. Sigma girls look after each other, at all times!” Sarah turned to the dressed pledges. “It’s now time to start preparing lunch. Lunch is sandwiches and salad, so nothing to hard. Here is a question, do you want your fellow pledges,” Sarah motioned to the four up turned girls, “to help or allow them a little rest while you prepare lunch?”

The pledges knew what that damn paddle felt like over clothing, and sympathetically agreed to allow the punished pledges out of helping with lunch.

“OK. Everyone upstairs. You four can stand facing the back wall of the dinning room while your fellow pledges prepare lunch.” The proclamation of nudity in front of more people earned Sarah four groans.