Bridging the Gap

I’m working on trying to finish the “Collections” story, but part 2 is turning out to be really difficult. I have the end wrote, but the bridging the gap between the hotel room (end of part 1) and the start of part 3 is turning out to be a real challenge. I have the story line wrote, but the exact flow just feels wrong. This used to be easier, but I guess I must be out of practice.

Looking for some inspiration, or just a distraction. I started going through my stats. For the past 2 weeks Google has hated In Hushed Voices, giving almost no love. Then, on this past Wednesday, all of a sudden the views jumped by 10 fold. I wonder if this has happened to anyone else out there.

Since starting this blog, a good source of inspiration, especially for new stories, has been the search terms leading people to find the blog. Most of them are repetitions on the same few themes, but occasionally there a couple of gems and more often now, a dozen or so entertaining phrases. A couple of note in the last week are:

“waitrrss spanking” – I have bad spelling, but a search engine corrects your spelling for you. Just wait a second and the suggested correct spelling will be presented.

“mouthsoaping dom” – Tsk Tsk. You need to find a DOM to correct your language? You probably need a little more help just a mouth soaping.

“whack crack splat paddle” – That must be some paddle. Three sounds all coming from the same implement is impressive.

“taken to an abandoned shed spanking stories” – Ok, that is a little creepy. Sounds like the start to a horror flick that an erotic story.

“the spanking shop where bad girls are fixed stories” – Stories from the newest business in SoHo. Just stop by with that bad girl and get her “fixed.” 🙂

“wyoming cotact strip club allowing touching” – I don’t understand why this blog would be relevant, and what strip club anywhere allows touching?

“girls that probalby shouldn’t be bending over” – Don’t you mean “girls that DON’T WANT TO be bending over”?

“spanking position for caned in an suv” – Is this even possible? SUVs are big and all, but a canning takes some room. Now an RV, that would work.

“google” – Yes, one of the search terms was Google. I don’t think they found what they were looking for.

“nylon paddle swats” – I don’t think a nylon paddle would be very effective. It just wouldn’t have any rigidity, which is kind of the point of a paddle. Now a nylon strap is a different story.

“when you get spanked does the first swat hurt the most or the last swat” – This sounds like it deserves some experimentation. I think I just found a good use for that scientific method we were forced to learn in school. Of course lots of trials would need to be performed over multiple ladies.

“japanese spankings before wedding” – Now there is a wedding tradition I could find to love. So, do the bridesmaids each give the new bride a spanking prior to the vows for all the times she was a bridezilla and to warm her up for her new husband? Or is it the bride spanking her bridesmaids every time they make a mistake? I’ll have to do some research and see if this is true. Either way, it is a good story concept. White girl agrees to be a bridesmaid for her Japanese friend and gets in over her head?

 

Collections

The beat reverberated throughout the club, imparting a life through the dance floor. Bodies twisted to the left and right, tossing sweat about.

Jerry’s black sunglasses dampened the flicker of the strobe lights as he surveyed the dance floor from his alcove. He hated dance clubs, the strobe lights and damn techno music blaring extra loud, but work dictated his presence. With any luck he would be able to complete the job and be gone within the hour.

Ellie was the third girl to introduce herself to Jerry and his bottle of Cristol. He had quickly brushed off the previous two, but this one was more resilient.

“What? You don’t want to have a good time?” she snarked back. “Then why did you come here and order this wonderful bottle unless you wanted to have some fun? Com’on big guy.” She said drawing a finger to her lips.

Jerry scanned the young girl up and down. Her make-up was over applied, obviously trying to hide the fact she was a couple years too young to get in the club. It was a shame, because just across the border she could’ve gotten into any club she wanted, legally. He didn’t dwell on the issue, working down her body to the outfit which screamed something between slut, whore and rebellious school-girl. A short-sleeve white blouse was tied up under her bust, accentuating her cleavage while allowing the black lace of her push-up bra to peak out. The plaid skirt hide as much of her assets as the blouse, rolled over at the top to shorten it until the hemline revealed black nylon if she did anything but stood straight up.

Jerry knew better but let her sit on the couch next to him nonetheless.

“Aren’t you a little young to be in here,” Jerry asked, taking a sip of his glass.

“Yea, aren’t you a little old to be in here?” she shot back, pouring herself a glass.

Jerry nodded his glass to the school-girl outfit.

“Oh, the outfit is an old one from school. My girlfriends dared me.” She leaned closer to his ear. “You know, to have a little fun. I prefer something, ah.” She let the words hang between them, hoping his imagination was working in overdrive. “sexier.”

Jerry tilted his glasses down, to see if she was just playing things up. He’d seen the game before.

Ellie took it as a slight, “I see you don’t believe me. Order some more Cristol and I’ll show you.” She feathered her fingers down his chest.

Jerry knew it was a test. At a thousand Euros a bottle, she was feeling out his bank account. He’d bite, especially since his client would be paying for it anyways. The waitress went straight to the back once he heard the order.

Ellie sipped the champagne, decided to press him farther while they waited for the bottle. “I’m Ellie, and what should I call you?”

“Jerry.”

“Well Jerry, what do you do when you’re not staking out dark night clubs?”

“Ah…I’m in collections,” he answered after a moment’s thought.

“Collections? I’ve never heard of anyone it that. It must pay well?” she tried to ask nonchalantly.

Jerry laughed as the obviousness of her intent. She was here for his money and he had no problem with it. “You could say that.”

The waitress interrupted any further conversation with the freshly opened bottle. She refilled the offered glasses before asking if they needed anything else. Ellie didn’t wait for him to answer, instead standing up as she dismissed the waitress.

Ellie turned her back to him, cocking her hip to the side causing her bottom to stick out more. With two hip swaying steps, she walked around the small table to the velvet curtains hanging on each side of the alcove. The velvet cloth fell together with a pull of the sashes, separating them from the rest of the club.

Jerry considered stopping her. He was here for a job, not whatever she intended on doing.

Ellie flared her hips as she rounded the table. She stopped directly in front of him and placed a hand on each knee. She leaned forward until her lips were at his right ear. “Now, let me show you, something sexier.”

Jerry couldn’t help but look down the front of her blouse at the soft, tanned skin encased in black lace. With a gentle push, his legs opened and she dropped to her knees. Her hands were on his belt before he realized what she was doing. He leaned forward to sit down his glass, but she pushed him back into the cushion with one hand and freed him from his boxers with the other.

“Ooo, so perfect,” she purred as he pointed straight at her.

“Hey,” was all he could get out before he disappeared between her cherry red lips. This was wrong, so wrong, he thought as his lower mind took control of his body.

Ellie bobbed her head up and down a couple of times, taking his full length in her mouth. She went down hard, feeding him into the back of her throat as she reached up to free his balls.

Jerry didn’t know if it was his lack of a sex life, or if she was really that good, but this was better than he had ever remembered. She knew the right places to touch, at the right time and in just the right way.

She pulled back, freeing him from lips while keeping one hand messaging his balls. She looked into his eyes as her free index finger gently wiped a little spit from her lips. He allowed his eyes to slip shut, trying to clear the sensations from his head.

Ellie used the moment to take a sip of champagne, and then bury his shaft in her mouth. She worked her tongue around the bottom as the bubbles did their magic. A couple more long licks and she could feel his hips tense. She

Jerry was embarrassed at how fast he erupted. Barely ten minutes earlier this girl and walked up to his table and now he was spent.

“Oo, that was quick,” she purred, wiping a bit of cum from her lips. “Why don’t we go back to your place and see if next time you go longer?”

“Sure,” Jerry answered immediately. She got up and adjusted her clothes while he fixed his trousers and belt. Five minutes later they were making their way through the club to the door.

—-

The valet pulled up in a silver Aston Martin DB9. Moments later, he was using all six gears on the rented sports car, flying through the tiny European streets to the Intercontinental. His firm had set him up in a suite there, albeit a small one; and he wanted to get her to his room before she changed her mind. By the way she stroked the leather encased dash, though he doubted she would. The car had put any doubts of his wealth to rest.

She started in on the elevator, smearing lipstick all around his mouth. By the time the doors opened at his floor, she was in his arms with her legs wrapped around his waist. He had no option but to carry her down the hall, bumping into a table and painting on the way to his end suite.

Ellie broke her lock on his lips long enough for him to fumble the door unlocked. They burst through the door and Ellie instantly surveyed the room. It was obviously a suite, but probably one of the smallest. Maybe it was being paid for by his company, she thought.

She let out a little gasp when he pushed her against the wall. She took it as a cue to refocus on kissing for the moment. The grabbed his lower lip between hers and started sucking gently. He worked back at her lips, easing her down onto the side table. She started unbuttoning his shirt but was stopped after the second button. He pulled her wrists out from between their bodies, arcing them around until they met above her head. With his left hand holding her wrists against the wall, he worked his way from her lips over towards her earlobe then down to neck. She let her eyes fall closed, as she craned her head to the side to provide him better access.

She didn’t even notice the click of the handcuffs until he pulled way and allowed her wrists to fall to her lap. She wasn’t expecting the metal bracelets, but she was game for a little kinky fun.

“Ok Sweetheart, I think that is enough.” Jerry said moving towards the sofa.

“Ah, I you want to see my kinky side,” Ellie smiled broadly as she wiggled a shoulder at him as she followed him towards the couch.

“No, I have other plans for you,” Jerry responded as he pulled a manila folder and his laptop out of his brief case.

“What kind of plans?” Ellie said in her lower, sultry voice, running a finger down his chest as she sunk into couch next to him.

“Plans which involve those cuffs staying on you for a lot longer than you’d like.”

Fear instantly overtook her. “What? Let me go! Do you know who I am?” Ellie demanded.

Jerry picked up the manila folder off the coffee table and started reading. “Elisa Marie Montgomery, Ellie for short. Born December 25th, 1994 putting you at 19. Parents Franklin and Evelyn. Currently a sophomore at NYU. Oh, someone has been slacking in her studies. Ten credits short of being a junior after two years. Do I need to go on?” He tilted the folder down in a nicely condescending manner.

“Who are you? What do you want from me?”

“Jerry, like I told you earlier,” he answered, tossing the folder onto the coffee table. “And I’m here to collect you for my client.”

“WHAT!” Ellie screamed. She was being kidnapped!

“Hush!” Jerry commanded.

“No, you can’t!” Ellie yelled, trying to stand up. “AHHH! HELP!” Ellie made it to her feet and took one step towards the door before two large hands took hold of her hips from behind and spun her in an arc until she was facing the windows. She tried kicking, but with Jerry behind her, her aim was miserable. Nonetheless, she made contact with the side of his thigh.

“ENOUGH,” Jerry growled, gently tossing the 120 lb girl onto the sofa. “Now sit there and be quiet!”

“No! HELP!” Ellie cried out, wiggling back to her feet. She made it one step before stumbling forward, right across Jerry’s lap. “Let me up!” she cried, trying to knee his left calf.

Jerry was finally getting annoyed at this girl, and put his hand on her back, pinning her in place. She wiggled and screamed, just irritating him further. He hated when his female targets let lose those high-pitch screams, especially indoors. Jerry didn’t know what overcame him, but his next actions surprised him.

WACK! Jerry hand slapped into the nylon covered bottom presented him by the upraised skirt.

“No! Stop!” She yelled out.

Jerry spanked her again and again, enjoying the impact and subsequent ripples he was making across her pert behind. Her black nylon panties may have provided her some modesty, five years ago, but now just strained to contain any of her full bottom.

The sting being imparted on her bottom completely messed with her head. Her mind tried to tell her mouth to yell “STOP!”, but only a garbled mixture of ouches and ahs passed her lips. He didn’t care as he painted her once porcelain cheeks, rose.

“Do I have your attention now?” Jerry asked, pausing to let the smarting in his palm die down.

“Yes, sniff, yes, just stop.” she blubbered.

“Good,” he replied, resting his palm on the back of her thighs. For a moment, the man inside him took control, drinking in the erotic image presented him. The rounded cheeks flush with color, slowly heaving with each breath. The black nylon filling the valley between the mounds, before going south where it wrapped to every contour of her sexy. She was completely at his mercy.

A slight pain from his arousal straining against her side brought him back to reality. He pulled her upright, off his lap and onto her knees. Then, holding the handcuffs, he lifted her to her feet and summarily deposited her in a chair at the small dinette table.

Ellie looked a mess. Tears had run her mascara into to black streaks down her face. Her silk blouse was bunched up around the plaid ring of her mini-skirt at her waist. Below, hints of black lace poked out between her legs curled below her body.

Jerry took the remote, flipped on the TV then sat the remote on the table next to her. She watched him walk over to the closet before wiping her eyes simultaneously with base of each thumb. The handcuffs made it challenging to get her wrist wide enough, but she managed to clear the cloudiness which had remained from her crying.

Blinking a couple of times, she was shocked to find the room empty. Jerry had disappeared in the few seconds she had closed her eyes. She quickly looked around while straining to hear any noise, but she just found emptiness. Emptiness and the BBC newscaster droning on. Escape instantly crossed her mind. She slipped to her feet and started towards the door, grabbing her handbag on the way.

She got as far as the bathroom door when she realized where Jerry had gone. She froze in mid stride as he starred back at her with a toothbrush hanging from his mouth. Being at a lost for words was rare for her, but the blush sweeping over her face and neck spoke to her emotions.

“Ah, ah,” she stuttered, trying to think of a reason for her presence which wouldn’t end with her inverted again. “Ah, can I brush my teeth?”

He picked up one provided by the hotel in plastic wrapping and held it out to her. She took it with both hands and watched as he turned back to the sink and leaned forward, spitting out the toothpaste.

“Oh, and if you try to escape again, you’ll find yourself back over my lap,” Jerry mentioned as we walked past her, not even glancing in her direction.

No good excuses (non-story version)

I have no good excuses for being away and not posting regularly for the last couple of months. I guess that ‘real life’ thingy finally caught up with me and sucked every waking breath from my body.

It has given me a little time to reflect on two things:

1) I really don’t like sitting in airports

2) Waiting in airports could be a good time to write

The second item turned out not to be quite true. In the last two months I have started half a dozen different stories and gotten the plot laid out and maybe a quarter of the text down when my flight would be called to board. I felt a little awkward writing on the plane with such cramped quarters, and noisy neighbors. I am tempted to try it once through I have yet to be seated next to an attractive young lady. It would make the trip a little more interesting, especially after I increased the font to help her read the text, then caught her in the act and watched her squirm during the remainder of the flight. To bad I keep getting seated next to grandma or Mr business man.

So that poses a question: Have you ever let on to your kinkier side when in a strange place just to see how strangers would react?

Not dead….yet…

I know I have been a little slow at updating, but time seems to just disappear lately. I ended up getting promoted at the beginning of April, which would be a good thing, except for the fact that I still have to do my old job because i haven’t found anyone to fill it and my salary got cut. Of course I do have a nice shinny new title, complete discretion over the division and get profit sharing, but none of those things create another 8 hours in the day.

I am hoping to get the Spanket series finished up this weekend. I have a little issue with getting one of the transitions, and once it is fixed I can get the last four parts out. In the mean time I scheduled a new part to the Willow Groove series for tomorrow.  It’s been a while since it had an installment and I figure I’ll dribble a few more over the next few months, so by fall the pledges will have completed hell week.

Anyways, back to work…..and no, not the fun kind. 🙂

 

P.S. After I posted this I got a warning from WordPress about this being my 100th post. I hadn’t realized I was over 75, let alone nearing 100. Had I realized it, I’d have done something special. Maybe next week.

Indecision leads to mistakes – Spanket

This is part of the Spanket series. The first part is “Joining the Competition“.
March 25th, 10:47pm

SWAT! “Owe!” Jessie cried out more from surprise than pain. She had been to focused on the little screen to notice Nate shuffling around in bed to give her a spank through the blankets. The spank sent her into overdrive, exiting the mail app and stuffing the offending device under her pillow.

“What did I tell you about using you phone?” Nate asked, pulling the blankets down her back.

“I’m sorry,” Jessie pleaded as she started to roll over.

“Nut uh, I think you need a reminder,” he chided.

“Awww, but it’s late!” Jessie pouted.

WACK! Nate spanked her panty-clad bottom. “That’s why you shouldn’t be playing on your phone.”

“Honneeyyy,” she whined.

WACK! “Do I need to go over to the dresser?”

“No,” she answered quickly. The dresser meant an implement and she did not think he had one currently within reach. Unless he wanted to use a pillow, which she would eagerly accept.

“Then get those panties down and stop whining,” Nate commanded, sitting fully upright.

“Yes, sir,” Jessie mumbled as she reached down to bare her bottom without getting up. They inverted themselves as she wiggled the undergarment as far down her thighs as her finger tips could reach. With his target exposed, she folded her arms under the pillow where she buried her head. She was in no mood for anything more than his hand, so she focused on holding in any yelps to prevent him from implementing one of their newer rules; making a fuss from a hand spanking automatically earned her the paddle.

Nate started with a few quick, sharp swats, testing the coloration of her white mounds. The quick reddening told him exactly what he had guessed, she hadn’t been spanked enough lately. “Well I can fix that,” he thought to himself, slowing his rhythm to a steady pace of mild swats.

Jessie growled into the pillow when she realized the reduction in intensity. She knew the softer spanks would allow him to keep up the pace forever. Well it would seem like forever to her, as the sting slowly compounded into a mountain. She was half tempted to start fussing about, and get him to give her the paddle or belt in stead. At least they would be over quickly, once he started with them. It was the logical choice, but logic had no room in Jessie’s mind at that moment as the fear of the burn from the paddle or belt filled up all the available space.

Nate spanked away at his wife’s bottom, slowly covering every inch of it three times, before his hand hurt too much. He slapped it down hard in the center and held it in placed, absorbing the heat her skin was radiating. It was hot, though not as hot as he would have preferred. He briefly considered switching hands, but the clock caught his eye. 11:04 was late enough. “Are you going to play on your phone at night again?”

“No,” Jessie mumbled, pulling her head from the pillow to try and look towards him.

“Good, now lets get to bed,” Nate stated, pulling the blankets back over her bottom. He shifted the blankets on his side, sliding down low enough for her to easily hold him. He hadn’t figured out why, but after sex or a spanking, she loved cuddling up close to him and falling asleep.

Jessie wiped the tears from her eyes before rolling on her side, facing Nate. She shimmied her hips backwards as she snuggled up to his chest. Two red cheeks poked out from the blankets, into the cool bedroom air, as the couple drifted off to sleep. The last thing Jessie thought was “I am not getting spanked again soon!”

Sweet Sixteen Swats – Spanket

I must apologize for the absence of posts recently. I got stuck fixing a set of problems at work which left little to no free time. I know the tournament is over, but I did get a few moments to record some notes as things progressed, and now will build upon those notes to finish the series. Spanket starts with Joining the Competition.

March 24th, 12:02pm

Jessie had received the email from Diane an hour ago, but only just got the chance to read it. And reread it. And reread it again. Now she had just scrolled down to the table of current scores in the center of the message.

“Ladies,

The first weekend is the books and some of us are going better than others.

The current scores are:
Alice – 30 pts with a possible score of 86 pts
Julie – 30 pts with a possible score of 126 pts
Rebecca – 35 pts with a possible score of 83 pts
Jessie – 44 pts with a possible score of 124 pts
Ethel – 44 pts with a possible score of 152 pts
Diane – 45 pts with a possible score of 157 pts

Remember, if you want to trade scores with someone else, both ladies need to email me stating they want to switch.

Enjoy the break in action, well basketball action. I know I will 🙂

Diane”

“What to do, what to do?” she mumbled to herself. She had been thinking of this question for a day and a half, since the hangover faded on Saturday afternoon. It had taken all her muster to stay behaved while such a momentous question hanged over her head. After Arizona clinced a birth in the sweet sixteen, Nate had asked her an innocent enough request, but her snarky response had nearly upended her. He had cut off his disapproving stare with a few well placed kisses and a quickie on the kitchen counter.

Yesterday she came to the conclusion that if she was far behind, she would bite the bullet and take a quick spanking now to prevent a more involved event later on. She also decided if she was in the lead she would try her hand at being on top, if the situation presented itself. But what about now? She had not prepared for being in the middle, with a good current score, but a poor potential score. What should she do?

“I know, go out to lunch or stay at your desk, such a hard decision.”

Jessie jumped at the sound of her coworker’s voice behind her. In a flash she flipped over her phone and tried to act nonchalant as she turned around. The sudden interuption had sent a spike of adreline through her body, now she could feel her heart pound way below her bra. She immediately though the mousey Mary had seen over her shoulder and seen everything. Or even worst, she hadn’t been talking to herself IN her head.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Mary apologized, bowing slightly to hide the blush crossing her cheeks as she retreated from the cubicle.

The demure stature freaked Jessie out. She thought Mary must have heard everything and knew her dirty little secret, and now was trying to excuse herself from the awkward situation. “It’s not what you think,” Jessie blurted out before she could really think through the situation.

The unexpected response caused Mary to pause at the cubicle doorway. “Hu?”

Jessie saw question spread across her coworker’s face. This was her out chance to escape, with miminal additional embarassment. “What did you say?”

“I wanted to see if you wanted to go to lunch? What,” Mary answered.

“Oh yes,” Jessie accepted, cutting off Mary. Grabbing her purse, she fled her desk, hoping the open space of the lobby would divert attention to a new topic.

The four simple words caused her to fret all day, and into the drive home. What should she do?

Round one comes to a close – Spanket

This is part of the Spanket series of short stories. The series begins with Joining the Competition.

March 22nd 1:06 AM

Nate was none to happy to get the call at 1 am asking to come pick up his wife. He could tell from her slurred speech on the phone that she had more than a couple drinks this evening, and was at least thankful she called rather than attempted to drive home. Diane only lived a mile away, but there were a few things he considered an absolute no-no.

“Nate, why are you heeear?” Julie exclaimed, opening the front door.

“Ah, I’m here to pick up Jessie.”

“Jessie? Jessie who?” Julie asked, taking half a step back from the door. The glass of pink ice came into view as Nate took half a step into the house.

“My wife,” Nate answered, motioning to his wife sitting on the couch.

“Oh MISS ARIZONA!” Julie squealed, scampering over to the couch. At the name Arizona all the other ladies cheered “Miss Arizona” and Jessie proceeded to finish the remaining 2 shots of blue slush in her glass.

Nate was half a sleep and could already feel a headache coming on. Were they really playing a drinking game based upon team names? He thought there was going to be “adult” supervision tonight. “Where is Jack and the kids?” Nate asked, entering the living room.

“Oh they are at sleepovers and he’s out with the guys,” Diane said, briefly giving Nate her attention before shifting back to the TV.

“Oh Jack, you left them alone with liquor, how foolish!” Nate mumbled to himself as he rubbed his left temple. The hope of grabbing Jessie and going home was quickly dying. “Jessie, you ready to go?” he had to ask twice before getting any response.

Jessie jumped to her feet. “Yup! I’m reeeddy for deploooment!” Jessie thought she was mimicking a soldier, standing at attention, but was swaying so much Nate worried she’d fall over. He didn’t even want to know why she was mimicking a soldier, so long as he got her out the door quickly.

“Come on, lets go home,” Nate said, waving her towards the door. The other ladies whined that he was spoiling their fun, but she said her goodbyes and followed him out to the car.

“Did you know Alice was a virgin until she was twenty one and lost it on her birthday and….” Nate tried to tune out his wife’s rambling. Years ago he learned it was bad idea to listen to her ramblings as she was starting to sober up.

Nate just nodded his head the whole 5 minute drive home and helping her out of the car and into the house.

“Straight to bed when we get home. We can talk about this in the morning,” Nate told her once he locked the house door.

“Yeaaaas, siirrr,” Jessie said, trying to give him big puppy-dog eyes.

—–

Nate considered giving Jessie’s bottom a workout in the morning, but finding her in the bathroom when we woke up changed his mind. He knew she hadn’t had a hangover in years, and this one was in full force. The fact that she hadn’t actually broke any of their rules, and had already planned a full day seemed like punishment enough. It might have been a little mean, but he actually enjoyed the prospect of changing the oil in Jessie’s car and repairing a couple things around the house while she went grocery shopping and stopped by her mothers.