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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Switched by Santa Phone Sex

Santa visited me early this year.  I was awoken in the dark of night by the fur of his red coat brushing my face.  I jerked awake and sat up in bed.

“Santa, what are you doing here in my bedroom?” I asked panicked and trying to cover myself as I love to sleep naked.

“You were on the naughty list so many times this year that I had to make a personal stop to address this with you,” he explained smiling through his beard.

“You didn’t have to do that,” I replied, “you must be a busy Santa during this time of year.”

“I am, but your name came up on my naughty list 2,432 times!” Santa exclaimed.

“I didn’t know you kept count!” I returned, “I thought you and your list were a myth.”

“Well, we aren’t, and this is something I felt I needed to address in person.” Santa said grabbing me by my upper arm and hauling me out of bed.

“Santa! I’m not wearing pajamas!” I cried out.

“Oh, don’t worry about that little Zoey, you aren’t going to need them.” Santa answered.

Santa continued to pull me after him and into my living room where I had my tree decorated and stockings hung.  I noticed my stocking was filled with switches which were jutting in a threatening way out of the top.  Santa grabbed one of the switches and forced me to bend over the back of the couch.

With his gloved hand pressing me firmly over the couch, he began to mercilessly bring that evil switch down on my bare, vulnerable bottom.  I kicked and hollered with every swish of that cruel, flexible branch.  Still, Santa held me in place and let that switch fall over and over across my wriggling ass and the backs of my legs.  Santa is a strong and sadistic son of a bitch!

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Abecedarian Phone Sex: X is for the Xs you make with your whip on my back

I long for the bite of your whip into my back as my hands are suspended in cuffs and chains over my head.  Make Xs into my flesh as I cry out for more.  Watch as my pussy soaks the inside of my trembling thighs with every blow.  The pain sends me to higher and higher realms of orgasmic ecstasy.

I’m such a fucking pain slut.

Zesty Zoey

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