Punished at the theater part 3

Sir brushed my tears away with his thumb and kissed me gently on the cheek before telling me to get out of the car.  He stood so that we were shielded by the long row of cars in the parking lot and no one else was coming that far back.  Sir slid his belt out of his belt loops and commanded me to lower my shorts and to bend over and to brace myself on the side of the car.

I lowered my shorts and adjusted my pantiesBending at the waist, I braced my hands on the side of the car and looked up toward the roof.  I don’t have to be told the proper position any longer.  Arms straight out, head up, back arched, ass out.  I also know the perils of moving one inch out of this position until my punishment is over.

Sir stepped behind me and placed his hand on the small of my back.  He lectured me on how hard we practiced at home.  The many lessons it took to get to this point and how disappointed he was that I couldn’t make it through a single movie without ruining it for those around me.

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Punished at the theater phone sex part 2

The movie started and before I knew it, I was making comments.  Sir nudged me with him arm as a reminder.  I tried to keep my mouth shut but I did it again.  So, he pinched my leg.  Once again I tried to remind myself that talking during the movie is annoying.  However, when I forgot yet a third time, I found myself being lead out to the parking lot by the scruff of my neck.

I knew how angry he was by how quiet he was.  A quiet Sir is an unhappy Sir and an unhappy Sir means my backside will soon be on paying the price.  I was shaking by the time we got to the car and no longer noticing the looks we were getting from those we passed.

Sir opened my car door and pushed me into the seat.  Then he went around to the driver’s seat and got behind the wheel of the car starting up the motor without a word.  I sat next to him silently wringing my hands knowing what was coming and desperately wishing for a do over.

Sir drove to the back of the parking lot and parked the car turning off the engine.  He remained sitting in his seat for what seemed like an eternity before turning to face me and taking my chin in his hand forcing me face him.  I could see the disappointment in his eyes and immediately tears began to pool and run down my cheek.

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Spanking me Phone sex

Pull down my jeans as you look deep into my eyes.  Grab my wrist and lead me over your lap.

I moan feeling the caress of your hand over the mound of my white firm ass.  I feel my pussy starting to get wet already just knowing what’s coming.

I love hearing the murmurs of your appreciation of my round tight ass over your lap.  I close my eyes as I feel your arm wrap tight around my waist.  Instinctively clenching my ass cheeks as I feel your arm draw back lifting into the air.

My head releases toward the floor with the first stinging slap as I feel the gentle pain radiating through my ass cheek.  I know this is only the beginning.  First I will beg for more, then I will beg for you to stop as the tears are streaming down my face.

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Punished at the Theater Part 1

I don’t have a ton of bad habits, but I am only human.  The few that I do have, Sir is very strict about.  He gives me fair warning and if I don’t fix the problem, the punishment is quick and just.

One of the worse habits I have is talking during movies.  We’ve been working on this at home as I drive Sir completely crazy when I do it in the theater.  I just get so caught up and overwhelmed with the action that I feel the driving urge to express it in some way.  So, talking during a movie is a huge issue for me.

I’d been doing really well at home and Sir decided to treat me to a trip to the movie theater.  The movies that come out in the summer are always action packed and full of drama so it’s my favorite time to go.  So, I was super excited.

We got popcorn to eat and pop to drink.  We were early enough to get really good seats.  Sir put the popcorn in his lap and the pop between us to share.  I was squirming in my seat barely able to contain my energy.  Sir gave me the look and I did my best to reign myself in and to sit still.

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Zoey’s a Phone Sex Pain Slut

The sting of your hand striking my pert, round ass cheeks.  The harsher sting of the strap and belt.  The deep reverberating thud of the paddle.  The sharp bite of the cane.  The cruel kiss of the single tail whip.

These are the sensations I live and breathe for.  These are the sensations my body craves to feel whole and satisfied.  These are the sensations that make my very most inner being soar and sing.

Pain is something that is understood by few and craved by even fewer.  Pain has the ability to cleanse and forgive and heal internal wounds.  Pain carries the power to transcend mere mortality and to become something greater than oneself.

I am a pain slut.  I embrace it.  I embody it.

Are you one of the few who understand what it means to transform pain into a thing of beauty?  To speak to my body through caresses of the cane or paddle?

How will you take me to higher planes of consciousness?

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Spanksgiving Phone Sex

Four hundred years ago, King James of England issued an edict banning husbands from dispensing corporal punishment in the form of spankings. The king decreed that henceforth wifely transgressions would only be punished with rage, ridicule, and passive aggression. Clearly, this king never understood the spiritual values engendered by a good spanking. Husbands derived a sense of power administrating spankings. And wives enjoyed the firm physical contact.

Feeling marginalized, the leader of a pro-spank religious sect exhorted his followers. “Let us flee from this tyranny and sojourn in a land where we may spank our wives in peace.” So they left their homes to travel by ship to the New World. They named their vessel “Mayflower” after the traditional blessing “the welts on your arse may flower like roses”. After ten weeks at sea they finally landed at Plymouth Rock.

Once landed, John Smith spanked his wife with vigor. The others followed suit spanking their wives. Eventually, some friendly natives visited. The natives showed the Englishmen how to plant corn, beans, and squash. The ears of the Englishmen perked up when the natives taught them how to “tan hides”. John Smith announced, “Let us be thankful. Let us have a great party with lots of spanking, and invite the friendly natives.”

So they had the first Spanksgiving, and a festive one it was! The English husbands erected pillories to secure their wives during the spankings.  The wives removed their bodices and corsets. They entered the pillories and bent over to accept the spankings, paddlings, and whippings meted out by their husbands.  The Englishmen demonstrated the pleasures of spanking to the natives. They all enjoyed spanking Pocahontas. After the festivities, she could not sit down for a week.

Ever since that time Spanksgiving has been kept in our country. Each year Americans rejoice together with turkey, cranberry sauce, and lots of spankings.

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Punishment Paddling Phone Sex

Sir came home and I could tell by the look on his face that he was furious about something.  I brought him a glass of iced tea and knelt at his feet stroking his leg, offering him comfortSir simply sat on the couch looking down on me with that look on his face.

“Were you out today?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied “I was running errands.”

“Mark said he saw you driving across town at 1pm today.” he said levelly.

“Yes, I was heading to do the grocery shopping for the week, Sir.” I responded.

Sir took his cell phone out of his pocket and keyed up his text message screen, “Then why did I get a text from you at 1pm?”

I hung my head.  I had been missing Sir and in the moment was only thinking about reaching out to him.

“Go get the paddle.” he commanded me.

I didn’t argue.  I jumped to obey.  We’d had this discussion before.  I’ve been working to break the habit of using my phone while driving.  I just wasn’t thinking, and I know there are consequences for not using my brain.

I handed Sir the discipline paddle.  A 21-inch pine paddle with 12 holes drilled into it.  Without needing to be told, I lowered my jeans and panties and bent over the arm of the couch.

I guarantee I’ll remember not to text and drive for a very long time.

How would you punish me?

Zesty Zoey

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Phone Sex Punishing my naughty little boys

I’m a sweet young mommy but I’m still a mommy.  That means I can’t let my naughty little boys get away with bad behavior.  Sometimes my little ones make bad choices.  Then I have to give them a little lecture explaining why they shouldn’t be naughty and why they should make good choices.  Then of course I have to pull their pants and underwear down around their ankles.  Then their bare little bottoms end up over my lap and their little bottom cheeks are quickly reddened by my hand, hairbrush, or nursery paddle.

Always, though, after a naughty boy spanking, everything has been forgiven and it’s cuddle and snuggle time with mommy.

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Belt Spanking Phone Sex

I was stretched out on the bed with a mound of pillows lifting my naked hips up into the air.  Soft leather wrist cuffs encasing my wrists.  Soft silk rope pulling my arms out in front of me and binding me securely to the head of the bed.

Behind me, my ankles were wrapped in leather cuffs as well.  A silk rope threaded through an eye ring on each cuff pulling my legs down and open behind me.  Tied and helpless on the bed, I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter by the moment.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sir step up to the side of the bed.  Then I heard the sound that makes my pussy clench every single time I hear it.  The whisper of Sir’s belt being pulled through the loops of his pants.
Oh yes!

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Both My Holes Phone Sex

You have me bent over a table.  My arms are stretched out in front of me, my hands clinging to the far edge.  I can feel the cool smoothness of the wood under my breast and stomach as they press into the unyielding hardness.  I know the consequences if I move even the slightest out of position, I’ve just had a taste.

You caress my cherry red ass admiring your handiwork.  As you lay the oak paddle next to me on the table, you move to stand behind me.  The feel of the cloth of your jeans pressing into my tender ass draws a moan from my lips.

With a handful of hair, you pull my head back forcing me to arch my back.  I feel the bite of the table’s edge when you unbutton your pants and slam deep into my pussy and then my ass.  Moving back and forth between both my holes reveling in my cries of ecstasy and pain.

How loud can you make me cry out?  Call me and let’s find out together.

Zesty Zoey

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