Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Allie's Naked Weekend -- The Beginning

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"That's it!" Maris declared angrily. "You just lost your clothing privileges for the weekend, little girl!"

Allie gasped. Yes, she knew it was within her partner's purview to take away the privilege of being clothed in the house, according to the 'mutual discipline' agreement both women had signed. But neither of them had yet invoked the 'no clothes' rule, and Allie couldn't believe she was going to be its first victim!

"Oh come on!" she cried. "You can't be serious!"

"I'm dead serious, little girl. You break the rules, you pay the price. Now get out of those clothes, you won't be needing them for the next couple of days."

Allie whimpered, but obeyed. She kicked off her moccasins, then pulled her t shirt over her head and lay it across the arm of her favorite living room chair. Under Maris' watchful eye, she unzipped and removed her jeans, placing them neatly on top of the shirt. She gave her lover one last, pitiful look, hoping to avoid the inevitable by the power of her cuteness. It didn't work.

But she was cute. She was 25 years old, with close-cropped red hair. She stood 5'5" and weighed 120 pounds. She had a classic 'hourglass' figure: 34/25/35. Standing in the living room in just her bra and panties, she was a sight for Maris' sore eyes. But Maris fully intended to put the girl through a memorable punishment weekend, and the plan called for no clothing whatsoever. She pointed meaningfully at the bra and panties. Sighing, Allie removed her bra and, realizing that Maris wasn't in the mood to be bought off by cute pouting, stepped out of her panties.

"Hands on your head, little girl!" Maris ordered.

Allie complied, feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable. Sure, she'd been naked with this woman hundreds of times, but the fact that they were in the living room and Maris was fully clothed made it feel completely different. Plus, she was being punished, and she didn't know which other disciplinary items from the list Maris intended to invoke.

"Did you really think you'd get away with that?" Maris demanded.

"Yes, Ma'am," Allie answered truthfully. Naughty girl that she was, she would have gladly lied about that to save her butt; however, standing naked with her hands on her head made it virtually impossible to do so.

"So, you thought you could get away with being dishonest, but you were caught," said Maris. "I have a remedy for that."

"Oh no, please, Ma'am!" Allie cried, knowing all too well what she was referring to.

"Quiet. Get in your corner and wait for me."

Allie sighed heavily and padded over to the Punishment Corner, her hands still on her head. She looked like a dream to Maris like that, completely naked and waiting for her discipline. Enjoying the sight of her girlfriend's perfect bare bottom, she smiled. It was lily white now, but would not be so for long.

A minute later, she appeared with a brand-new bar of Ivory soap in her hand.

"Open wide, little one," she commanded.

"Oh please, Ma'am!" a distraught Allie begged. "Couldn't you just spank me instead?"

"Oh, you're getting spanked; no question about that. But your dishonesty has also earned you an extra-long time in the corner with a bar of soap in your mouth. Now open up!"

A tear appeared in Allie's eye. She would have taken a hundred spankings to avoid the soap. Unlike spanking, a mouth-soaping had no erotic overtones for her; she simply hated it. For that reason, Maris only used the soap when her girl had well and fully earned a punishment.

Allie reluctantly opened her mouth.

"Wider!"

She opened as far as she could, and Maris stuffed the over-sized bar into her mouth. The acrid taste assaulted the girl immediately; the thought of holding it in her mouth all through her corner time nearly brought her to a panic.

"Face the wall, and don't move a muscle until I call you out," Maris said firmly. Her naughty little girl was going to learn once and for all that deceiving her was a singularly bad idea.

Maris stretched out on the couch and flipped on the TV. One of their favorite sitcoms was on, and it would do Allie good to know that she was missing it. She glanced over at the girl and smiled. That perfect bottom was a feast for the eyes! Soon it would acquire a crimson hue, and that would only make it that much more luscious.

After 15 minutes had gone by - an agonizing eternity for the girl with the soap in her mouth - Maris decided it was time to get the spanking started.

"All right, little one," she said. "Turn around."

Allie obeyed. Maris smiled as she took in the sight of her lover's 34C breasts, flat tummy, and shaved pubis. The big bar of soap in her mouth and her hands on her head completed the picture of a little girl in disgrace.

"You may go to the bathroom. Take the soap out and rinse your mouth, then come back here with the hairbrush."

None too happy to exchange one torment for another, Allie made a face and stamped one bare foot.

"Oh. I see you'd rather have some more corner time," Maris observed coolly. "Very well, turn back around, then."

Allie's eyes widened and she shook her head wildly. She wasn't happy about the hairbrush, but she couldn't stand one more minute with that bar of soap in her mouth.

"I thought you'd see it was wise to mind me," her girlfriend said.

Allie scampered off naked to the bathroom, eager to divest herself of the awful soap. Maris smiled as the water ran and ran; she knew that no matter how long Allie rinsed, the soapy taste would remain with her for quite some time. Eventually, the water stopped running and Allie appeared with the big wooden hairbrush in hand.

"Feeling a little better now?" Maris asked with a smile.

"Yes, a little, Ma'am. God, I hate that soap!

Maris chuckled. "I know you do, baby. Maybe you'll learn to be honest with me someday so you won't need it any more."

Allie would have growled out an epithet, but the fact that she was about to go over a very capable spanker's lap held her in check. She walked slowly to her doom.

"Okay, over my knee you go."

Allie obeyed, handing off the instrument of her butt's imminent destruction. Hanging there, naked as the day she was born, she felt incredibly juvenile and ridiculous. Maris tapped her bottom a couple of times with the brush.

"So, why are you spending the weekend au natural, little girl?"

Allie groaned in humiliation. "Because I broke the rules."

Maris gave her two sharp swats with the hairbrush.

"OW!"

"How are you supposed to address me while you're being punished?" Maris demanded.

"Um...Ma'am or Miss Maris?"

"Exactly. And I expect you to remember that all weekend. God help your butt if you slip up again! So let's try it again: why are you being punished?"

"Because I broke the rules, Ma'am."

"Yes. And which rule is that?"

"The one about talking about purchases over 50 dollars, Ma'am."

"Very good." Maris turned the brush over and scraped the bristles all over her little one's perfect behind, priming it for a good spanking. "What else did you do?"

Allie felt her face go hot, and she felt like the proverbial child caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

"I... I tried to hide it from you, Miss Maris," she said breathlessly.

"Indeed you did, and you got 20 minutes with the soap. I trust you won't be repeating that anytime soon."

"No, Ma'am, I won't, I promise." Allie turned her head to look up at her disciplinarian with the most angelic expression she could assume. "That was an awful punishment, Ma'am. I've learned my lesson, and I promise I won't try to keep things from you any more!"

Maris smiled at Allie's transparent attempt to avoid her spanking. "Oh my sweet little girl, you know I wouldn't cheat you out of something you've earned."

Allie's expression changed in an instant, and she kicked in frustration. She hated these question-and-answer periods over Maris' knee. It made her feel like a naughty little girl, which of course she was. She also hated to be spanked - real discipline spankings, anyway. Their spanking play occupied a completely different head-space; although some of her "play" spankings had been long and hard, they didn't affect her psychologically like the one she was about to receive.

SWAT!!

"OH!"

Maris' first spank came as something of a surprise; she usually kept the Q and A up a little longer. Allie was glad to be spared any more scolding, but none-too-happy that her spanking had started.

Once Maris started spanking, she stopped scolding; she preferred to let her hand or her implement du jour do the talking. She spanked her errant girlfriend hard all over her bare behind and upper thighs, using just her hand for the moment. Predictably, Allie started kicking, flailing and squawking almost immediately. The girl would never win any awards for taking a spanking with stoic self-restraint.

Once Maris' hand had covered every available centimeter of bottom flesh several times over and Allie was kicking like an Olympian athlete, she was satisfied with the result. The girl's entire backside was a lovely hot-pink, and she was almost hoarse from all her caterwauling. Maris paused to rest, feeling the heat rise in waves off her girlfriend's behind.

"My goodness!" she exclaimed with a grin. "I could almost cook dinner over this flame!"

Allie kicked in protest of Maris' fun at her bottom's expense, pouting and making a put-out "hmm!" sound. Maris couldn't disguise her glee; it would have been much less fun to spank someone who just lay there like a lump and didn't respond at all. She had no worries in that regard, as Allie represented the opposite end of the spanking-response spectrum.

"But just to be sure it's ready for the roast... time for the hairbrush to dance across these naughty buns!"

"Oh, NO, Ma'am! I've learned my lesson, I SWEAR! You don't have to AHHHH!!!"

Allie's sincere protestations were cut short by the first swat of the hairbrush. Even though she should have been used to it, the first fiery swat with that heavy wooden implement never failed to take her by surprise. She kicked harder than before, balling her hands into fists and squeezing her eyes shut against the exquisite sting in her tail. Maris swung the brush expertly, covering every inch of her already-sore behind. Before long, she was howling, kicking and pounding her fists in the air.

"OW!! Ma'am, PLEASE!!"

Maris was pleased by the reaction; she could tell the difference between Allie's true contrition and her Academy Award-deserving acting. This was getting close to the real thing. Of course, her punishment was far from over.

They had all weekend.



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7 comments:

  1. Boy I glad that's her and not me gettin my tail tanned. Lifebouy soap was my mothers choose for potty mouths and lairs , thinking about it now I still could taste that vale taste . I rather get a strapping or a switching before I get that piece a death in my mouth . She needs to know how to hide the guilt written look on ya face that tops and moms can see when you mess up :) I still tweakin mine ;)

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  2. Lovely, just lovely :-) I adore the loss of adult status as well as punishment - it's great

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  3. Thank you, Raven! I'm a sucker for loss-of-adult-status thing as well. ;)

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  4. Aw really? I ADORE those kinds of things :p

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  5. You're clearly not the only one! ;)

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