Kaelah's Corner (Dec 2020): New Year's Fireworks

I hope you all had happy holidays, despite these unusual and difficult times. 2020 has been a very strange year due to Covid-19. For many people at least here in Germany, New Year's Eve will be different, too. Selling fireworks was banned, and in many places making fireworks won't be allowed, either. The reasons are to prevent accidents, since the emergency rooms in the hospitals are needed for Covid patients, and to prevent big groups of drunk people standing together without wearing masks and keeping enough distance to each other. Furthermore, only two households are allowed to spend the evening together, with a maximum of five adults.

Interestingly, for Ludwig and me, both restrictions don't make much of a difference. Maybe that says something about how boring we have become! Anyway, we are looking forward to a nice dinner in a very small circle. And the restrictions gave me inspiration for a little story:

She stood by the window and looked outside into the dark. It was twelve minutes to midnight. He stepped behind her and took her into his arms. "What's up. You're looking sad. Are you thinking about the parting year? Or maybe about the upcoming one?"

She sighed and shook her head. "No, I was just thinking about how New Year's Eve is so different this year from how it used to be. No friends, just the two of us sitting on the couch all evening, watching TV." She turned her head. "Don't get me wrong, I love to be with you. But New Year's Eve used to be so special – the laughter, the party games, all those crazy things we did together. And then we went upstairs on the roof terrace to watch the fireworks lighting the whole city. All the cracking, whooshing and swishing, and the colours – red and blue and green. I miss that!" She hung her head.

He patted her head and for a moment they stood there in silence. Suddenly he stood up straight, though, and turned her around. "I've got an idea! We might not be allowed to meet all of our friends or to have any fireworks, but I think I will be able to give you some of the things you might be missing!" He took her by the hand and dragged her upstairs. He then sent her to the roof terrace and told her he would come in a minute.

She went outside, wondering what he was up to, and the cool air instantly made her feel better. A minute later he came, holding a notebook in his hand. He put it down on the table in front of her and she saw that he had started a video conference with two of the couples they were friends with. Bill and Macy as well as Steve and Sandra waved at her from their couches. She smiled and waved back.

Suddenly she heard his voice behind her. "Carol is missing you and all the cracking and swooshing and the shining red and blue colours on New Year's Eve," he said to their friends on the monitor. "And so I thought I might give her some of that for a happy start into the new year! - What's the time?" "11:58!" their friends replied in a chorus.
 

"Than it's time to get ready for the fireworks!" he exclaimed and presented a cane he had been hiding behind his back. "Drop your pants, honey!" For a moment she was speechless. She looked at him and then at their friends in disbelief. Suddenly it dawned her – he had chosen two special couples out of their numerous friends. The two whom they knew to be as kinky as them! They had never done any kinky play together, though. Only lately had they started talking about the possibility that they might, maybe, one day ...

Finally she found her voice again. "I don't know ..." she said, suddenly feeling very insecure. "But I do, trust me," she heard his warm, reassuring voice from behind. On the screen she looked into four encouraging and obviously delighted faces. "But the neighbours ..." she started. "... can't see us up here and won't be able to hear us, either – at least if you aren't too vocal," he ended her sentence.

One more time she looked at him and on the screen and with an "Okay, screw it!" she started opening the buttons of the tight jeans she was wearing. As she pulled down her jeans and then her red panties, she realised that her fingers were shaking and her heart was racing. She didn't have much time to think, though, because her friends started shouting the countdown for the new year, while at the same time she felt the cane softly tapping her naked behind. "Ten … nine … eight … seven … six … five … four … three … two … one ... Happy New Year!"

And with those words very special fireworks started to greet the new year. With cracking, whooshing and swishing; and with colours – bright red and a little bit of blue. Together with their friends who were watching with glee! And after that, the funny and crazy games went on – apart from their friends and yet closer and more intimate than they had been before. A promising start into the new year!

With that Ludwig and I wish all of you a wonderful New Year's Eve and a great start into a happy and healthy New Year!

Kaelah's Corner (Nov 2020): An Awful Day

It was an awful day. He sat in the kitchen, totally tired, not having slept well, and drank a cup of coffee that definitely was too thin for his taste. When he looked outside, he saw – absolutely nothing! It was still completely dark, although it was a quarter past seven already, as his watch told him. Time to hurry up. The newspaper hadn't been in the letter box, so his morning ritual was screwed, anyway. He poured away the rest of his coffee, rinsed his cup and put it into the dish washer.

On soft feet he walked through the hall, not wanting to wake his wife, who had been working late shift and had a day off today. He put on his right boot, only to realise that the left one was missing. He searched the whole wardrobe, but couldn't find it. Obviously, the crazy dog had once again taken and hidden one of his shoes. Mumbling curses, he put on his summer shoes instead, knowing that his feet would be extra cold in them. Yep, it definitely was a crappy day!

And it wasn't supposed to get any better. He shuddered when he thought about the extra long meeting with his whole team that lay before him. How much he wanted to get back into bed and cuddle with his wife instead! But of course that wasn't an option, so he put on his warmest coat and hat, grabbed his briefcase and opened the front door.

As he stepped out, he was welcomed by an ice cold breeze and saw that a freezing rain had set in as well. Of course it had, because this was possibly the most f...ed up day ever! He grunted with disgust, grabbed his briefcase harder, pulled his hat deeper into his face and determinedly started his way to the bus stop.

He didn't get very far, though, because before he had even taken a single step down to the front garden, his right foot hit something hard. He looked down and saw – his missing boot! He picked it up. It was freezing cold and much heavier than it used to be. He reached into it, and when he pulled out his hand again, it was filled with chocolate and nuts.

It took him a second to realise what was going on, but then a childlike smile appeared across his face. It was St Nicholas' Day! The last time his boots were filled with chocolate, fruits and nuts on St Nicholas' Day must have been about twenty years ago. But this year, someone apparently had put in a good word for him with St Nicholas – and he already knew who it had been! He put his briefcase aside and carefully carried the boot back into the house.

Well, at least that was what he intended to do, when his gaze fell onto another item lying on the ground. For a moment, he stood rooted to the ground, unable to take his eyes away. He then exhaled, put the boot down again, and reached for his new finding. Cautiously he held it in his hands and curiously looked at it from all sides.

It was indeed a birch! And not a fake one, but a real, heavy, freshly cut birch! He smelled the fresh wood and admired how beautifully the birch was tied with a red ribbon. Never in his life had he held a real birch before, and he was surprised by how heavy it was. Then he saw the little note that stuck in the ribbon. He pulled it out and opened it. It read: "For a nicely naughty boy." Now he felt warm despite the cold air and his thin shoes, and there were butterflies in his stomach.

For a minute, his head was filled with hundreds of pictures and emotions. Then he returned to reality, becoming aware that it still was a working day and that he really had to hurry up now if he didn't want to be late for his meeting. So, he took up his boot and carried both, the boot and the birch, into the hall.

As he stood there, thinking about where to put his findings, he felt that someone was looking down at him from upstairs. And indeed, it was his wife, wearing cozy pyjamas. She smiled at him, then looked at his shoes. "You'll better take the boots, it's really cold outside," she said. He nodded, carefully poured the goodies out of his boot on the small front hall table, lay the birch down next to them and exchanged the summer shoes for his boots. "Now go, you're late already. Have a wonderful day – and don't come home too late!" - "I certainly won't."

With a smile, he turned around and left the house. The freezing rain had turned into snow. He quickly walked to the bus stop, enjoying the lights that were beautifully reflected by the white snow. The air was fresh, and he was comfortably warm in his coat, hat and boots. He had just reached the bus stop when the bus came around the corner.

He decided to make a small stop at the bakery next to his office and get some Danish pastry for his colleagues. Lately, he hadn't had the time to talk to many of them, at least apart from coordinating deadlines. Their team building meeting would surely be nice. And then he would do something he hadn't done in ages, either – leave the office early.

This really was a wonderful day, maybe the most wonderful day ever!

Snippets From A Fantasy: A Talk With The Captain

"I'm sorry, Sir." He stood there to full attention, looking his Captain straight in the eye, even though he would have preferred to cast his eyes down, not wanting to see the disappointment in the Captain's face. "Thank you for not punishing Mr Brown. It was all my fault and I will take full responsibility." The Captain's deep voice was very calm as he replied: "Yes, you will, Ensign."

In a way his calmness was reassuring, as he never lost his temper like other Captains often did. But then his calmness let the young Ensign feel even more how lucky he was to be under the command of such a kind and just leader and how much he had let him down – once again. Yes, he only got into the fight because he wanted to defend young and shy Mr Brown, but the Captain and he had been having this talk about thinking first instead of acting blindly over and over again.

"I don't think I have to say anything more," the Captain stated, his eyes firmly fixed on the young man before him. The Ensign sensed a sound of slight resignation in the Captain's voice. He bit his lip. For a moment he didn't know how to reply. There was indeed no need to explain to him how stupid it had been to get into that fight. So, after a short moment of hesitation, he shortly said: "Yes, Sir."

"Well, then" the Captain paused for a brief moment, "fetch the cane, please." At these words the young man straightened up even more and swiftly replied: "Aye, Sir." He sharply turned around and marched to the rack in the back of the room that displayed several canes. He didn't need any explanation which one to take. Without hesitation, he selected the longest and thickest specimen, turned around, walked back to the Captain and offered him the cane with both hands.

The Captain took it and looked the young man straight in the eye. "You remember what I told you last time about what would happen if we needed to have this talk again, don't you?" For a moment there was silence. The young man swallowed hard. Yes, he remembered, but for some reason he had still hoped that it wouldn't happen. He felt his hands starting to sweat and his knees trembling slightly.

He forced himself to withstand the Captain's gaze and answer his question. Still the words came out in a lower and shakier voice than he wanted them to. "Yes, Sir." He paused for a second and his voice was even lower when he continued: "You told me the next time I would be caned without my pants on to protect me." He felt his face becoming hot and red and finally cast his eyes down, not able to look the Captain into the eye any more.

Again the Captain's voice was very calm as he said: "Yes indeed." And then he issued the already well-known command: "Bend over the desk, Ensign." The young man walked over to the huge oak desk that was the centre of the Captain's cabin, almost in a daze. It took him a moment to force himself to unbutton the trousers of his uniform and pull them down, and another deep breath before he pulled down his briefs, too. Finally he bent over and grabbed the far end of the desk with his hands.

At the end of his last punishment two weeks ago the Captain had already administered six of the best on his bare backside to give the Ensign a foretaste of what would happen if he messed up again any time soon. It had been a shock, both the completely unexpected order to take down his pants and the sharp strokes themselves! The Ensign was known as being rather tough, but those six strokes had almost broken him already. He had no idea how to take a cold caning on the bare with the Captain's heaviest cane, consisting of many more strokes than just six.

But he knew he didn't have a choice. He heard the Captain swishing the cane through the air and felt a cool breeze on his bare buttocks. The Ensign started to shiver. Still he tried to obediently push out his bottom when he felt the tap of the cane, knowing that the Captain was measuring it across his bare backside. He closed his eyes, his hands clinging onto the far end of the desk as if he was holding on for dear life. Somehow he would make it through the next minutes, somehow he would obediently take the corporal punishment the Captain had decided he deserved, but how, he had no idea...

Snippets From A Fantasy: The Mirror

This is supposed to become a new irregular format on Ludwig's Rohrstock-Palast. I would like to share snippets from kinky fantasies with you and you can fill in the blanks with your own ideas and thoughts. I have no idea how well this is going to work, but I would like to give it a try. Your comments and thoughts are very welcome!

Usually there won't be any photos accompanying the posts, but in this case I had a fitting one, and since an anonymous LOL Day commenter suggested that I should post pictures of my bottom more often – here it is! ;-)

She took a deep breath, her eyes firmly fixed upon her image in the mirror. She saw the cane being measured across her bare backside and felt the soft touch of the wood. Then suddenly the cane pulled away, she heard the sharp swish, followed by a crack and saw the implement making contact with her bottom. It bounced back, leaving her cheeks twitching and wobbling.

Then she saw nothing more, as she automatically closed her eyes when she started to feel the wave of delicious pain and heat move across her body. She only heard herself moan and felt her whole body rear up and finally sink back down.

As she opened her eyes again, she could see a thin red line slowly appear right across her previously unmarked bottom. She knew it wouldn't be the last one to be painted on her backside. And so she took another deep breath, her eyes firmly fixed on her image in the mirror...

The Krampus is Coming to Town (Part 4)

I hope all of you have shared great and peaceful holidays with your loved ones! Ludwig and I had a wonderful, quiet time with our closest family. No huge presents, no labour-intensive seven-course meals, just a good time together, talking, having fun and enjoying tasty food.

As announced, here is the forth and final part of my tailor-made LOL Day spanking story. You can find part 1, part 2 and part 3 here. In the last part, her first-ever birching is awaiting our hero Rosie. So, without further ado, let's see how that one turns out:

The Krampus seemed to have mercy on her, though, because before she could panic even more, she already felt the touch of the birch on her naked bottom. She flinched involuntarily and the trembling of her body became even worse. The birch withdrew, Rosie heard a swish and with little crackling sounds the branches landed on her backside. For a second Rosie didn't feel anything, but then it was as if hundreds of little needles pierced her buttocks.

The stroke certainly hadn't been extremely hard, but it definitely was enough to drew Rosie's breath away. A wave of heat went through her body and she wriggled her bottom, trying to shake away the pain. Oh my gosh, that was different from every kind of pain she had ever felt before! Rosie wasn't sure whether she could take any more of it. While the Krampus gave her time to let the sensation sink in, it came to her how lucky she was that her bottom had already been thoroughly warmed up before. She didn't even want to imagine how a birching on a cold butt must feel like!

She didn't get time to imagine anything, anyway, though, because right at that moment she heard another swish followed by a loud crack. Another wave of pain went through her body and it seemed to be even worse than the first one. She buckled and hissed, and it took her a while to regain her composure again. “Ouch, that stings like hell!” she exclaimed. “Well, then I guess you are lucky that I haven't put the birch into water,” the Krampus stated calmly, “see what a kind guy I am!” Rosie who was normally known for her sassiness and her sharp wit didn't know what to reply to that statement. “It hurts me that the people never seem to appreciate my kindness,” the Krampus continued with a sigh that sounded almost convincing.

Rosie didn't know whether she should laugh or shout at the beast that the birching didn't feel kind at all. She didn't have to make a decision, though, since the third crackling stroke landed on her poor bottom right away, the pain consuming all her attention and energy. This time she let out a shriek and threw back her head. Her knees buckled again and it took her a while to get back into position.

From this stroke on the Krampus settled into a steady, yet slow rhythm. Rosie felt right at the edge of her limit, taking one stroke after the other. She hissed and cried out and wriggled under the strokes and always needed time to recover and get back into position. Sometimes the Krampus supported her by either gently helping her up when she had sunken into the cushions in front of her or pushing her back down into position when she had jumped up from the pain. From time to time it rubbed her bottom with its paws, reigniting the pain on her chastised buttocks with its claws while at the same time soothing it through its soft, hairy touch.

Somehow Rosie managed to get through much more strokes than she would have thought she could. After twelve strokes she was covered in sweat and already thought it might be over, but to her surprise the birching continued. At around stroke 15 she somehow seemed to get used to the pain, being able to absorb it better than before. Rosie stopped struggling and simply let things happen, riding the waves of pain like a surfer. Still she yelled and breathed heavily and squirmed, but inside she felt strangely focussed and calm.

The Krampus's voice seemed to be very far away as it stated: “That was number 23. One more and I think we are done. Seems you are able to take a birching very bravely!” It's paw softly touched her bottom. “You know what they say about the last stroke, though, don't you?!” Rosie absently nodded but didn't give a reply. “Well, this one will show you just what a kind dude I am,” the Krampus said.

Rosie was too worn out already and her body too full of endorphins for the announcement to raise too much fear. She simply waited for what was about to come. The Krampus seemed to take more time preparing for the last stroke making sure that its aim was perfect. Several times the birch softly touched her backside. Then it withdrew and came back with a swish that was much sharper and louder than all the ones before. The swish was followed by a crack that echoed in her ears as the birch crashed into her bottom. Rosie sunk or almost jumped into the cushions in front of her with a loud shriek that resounded through the bedroom, clutching her butt with her hands. She wriggled from side to side rubbing her buttocks in a vain attempt to release the excruciating pain, inhaling and exhaling sharply as she tried to catch her breath. “That … was … mean!” was all she managed to bring out, as she was finally able to speak again.

After a while she stopped moving and lay still, feeling exhausted and calm. Her head had sunken into the cushion, her face to one side, a single tear of relief rolling down her cheek. The Krampus put the birch, or what was left of it, onto the bed and sat down beside her. She crawled into his open arms and let him hold her, enjoying the incredible inner peace she was feeling. Her body was pleasantly warm and the pain in her bottom was suddenly completely gone. The soft fur on the Krampus's body made her feel even more cosy. How long she was lying there she didn't know. Her feeling for space and time was gone.

Eventually she began to move and the Krampus gently helped her up. “Nice marks,” it stated. Rosie took a look in the mirror and was a bit shocked to see her bottom being dark crimson with lots of little dots at the edges of the huge dark red area. She went a bit closer to the mirror to inspect the marks further and even found two little spots that seemed to be slightly bloody. No bloody welts like she had seen in some spanking videos, but that was something she wasn't into, anyway. These marks were just right. Impressive enough to satisfy her and give her a feeling of bravery, but not over the top. She had heard that a birching easily caused little cuts, so the two she had found on her bottom didn't bother her. The Krampus certainly didn't overdo it, although it had brought her right to her limit.

As her gaze wandered back into the room, Rosie was surprised to see the mess the birching had caused. The floor was full of little twigs which had flown into almost every corner of the room. The formerly impressive birch fittingly looked rather worn out as it was lying there on the bed. Rosie smiled at the sight. So that had been her initiation to the birch. It had almost been better than the spankings in the many stories written by Enzo which Rosie had devoured.

She looked over to the Krampus to see how it felt about what had just happened. Only then did she realise that the creature was already back at its original place by the door, reading in the opened golden book. Damn, the Krampus had talked about three offences! it occurred to her. Rosie was sure that she definitely wouldn't be able to take another spanking that evening, though, not even a soft one with the hand.

The Krampus looked a bit irritated, as if it was rereading a certain passage again and again. It shook its head and looked at her. “I can't believe it, you have been such a naughty girl and still St Nicholas has decided to give you a present.” With those words it closed the book, laid it back on the chest of drawers and opened the top drawer.

For a moment the Krampus rummaged in the drawer and then it took out a little box. It held the box up and looked at it from different perspectives. Then it shook the box, the sound confirming that there was something solid inside. Rosie watched in anticipation and tried to imagine what the box might contain. Finally the Krampus opened the lid and looked inside. Rosie was too small and too far away to see what was in there, though.

As the Krampus took out the item the box had contained and Rosie could finally see what it was, her eyes got wider and wider. The Krampus stood up and made its way towards her, carefully carrying the shiny glass dildo in its paws. “Now let's address those naughty, inappropriate fantasies you have. Why don't you bend back over the bed? And spread your legs this time.” Rosie immediately felt a warm rush and a wetness in her nether regions. She smiled as she turned around, briefly catching a glimpse of the snow that had started falling more heavily again through the window. This was going to be the best St Nicholas day ever! Simply supercalifragilisticexpialidocious...

The Krampus is Coming to Town (Part 3)

This is the third part of my tailor-made LOL Day story. You can find part 1 and part 2 here. Ludwig and I, your friendly atheists, wish all those among you who are celebrating the Christian holiday a Very Merry Christmas and everybody a happy and peaceful holiday season! The fourth and final part of the story will be published on the 26th of December.

The Krampus simply let her stand where she was and moved back to the chest of drawers where it picked up the golden book again. Rosie suddenly remembered that it had been talking about three misdeeds. So there were two more to come. What could it be and what would the beast do to her for them? The Krampus took its time, studying the book as if rereading a long description of her sins. Rosie became nervous again. The hand, or rather, paw spanking had been as hard as she had ever been spanked before. Could it get even worse? And would she be able to take what was coming?

“Tsk, tsk,” the Krampus mumbled. Then it looked up again, dismay in its eyes. “So, you have been lazy, too. Getting up late in the morning on weekends and going to sleep at late times as well. Because of that you didn't manage to do you evening walks as planned, did you?” Rosie gulped.

That one was real. She had been diagnosed with a predisposition for diabetes, but she had found out that she could support her pancreas in its work by regularly going for a walk in the evening after supper. It didn't take long, just 20 minutes, but it could help her to prevent the condition from breaking out. So her plan had been to do a walk about two times during the week and on both Saturday and Sunday. At first that didn't seem like a difficult goal, but after a few weeks she went out less often. Since she usually got up late on the weekends, their supper often was late as well, and in a season when the sunset was already early in the evening, she couldn't motivate herself to leave the house for a walk in the dark.

Johann would never blame her for it. He was a stay-at-home himself and admired her for her resolution to fight the condition before it even had the chance to break out. But Rosie had beaten herself up for her laziness, and she had told Johann about it. Now, being confronted with that topic caused a wild mix of feelings. There was embarrassment, nervousness and a slight attack of fear of what was about to happen. At the same time the edginess of being scolded for a real misdemeanour heightened her anticipation and excitement.

She had hinted at Johann that it might be interesting to include a real event into a scene one day, but she hadn't been sure whether he would ever take her up on it, because for both of them spanking was just an erotic game and they didn't have any intention to practise domestic discipline. Yet the thought of being spanked for a real transgression was undeniably hot and edgy.

Rosie was catapulted back to the here and now when she heard the Krampus's voice again. “Seems that you agree with me on this one,” it stated, its voice now carrying a warm, empathetic undertone. “Let's see how we can motivate you to achieve your goal next year, shall we?” Rosie stared at the Krampus, trying to find out how much of this was just a game and how much was meant for real. The situation really started to scare her, and suddenly, she wasn't so sure any more whether mixing play with real life had been such a clever idea.

The Krampus seemed to sense her uneasiness. Its voice became even warmer and more reassuring, as it continued: “I will later have a strict word with Johann as welt. I think he could be more supportive and offer to accompany you on your walks from time to time. After all, he has gained three kilos of weight this year. I think a bit of exercise would suit him well, too. He admires you for what you already do for your health, anyway, but I think trying to overcome his lack of will-power would be much better than admiring you while staying at home eating junk food.”

These words got Rosie, in several ways. First of all, they put her mind at ease because it was clear that Johann didn't have any intention to punish her for real. Secondly, the perspective of her husband's support in her fight awakened a warm, tingling feeling of love for him. And third, the reassuring way of treatment was exactly what she liked when she read spanking stories. This Krampus was exactly the kind of top that turned her on, the kind of creature into whose hands, or paws, she was willing to give herself.

The butterflies returned to her tummy as she eagerly waited for what was coming next. “Before I have a talk with your lazy husband, let's address your motivation first, shall we?” With that, the Krampus put the book down again and grabbed the birch that had been lying on the set of drawers. Rosie's eyes widened. She stared at the implement in the Krampus's paw.

It was a real birch and a rather intimidating specimen, too! She and Johann had freshly made it together that morning, using branches from a birch tree in their garden. Of course Rosie had been joking around about being spanked with it the whole time, and the thought most certainly was appealing. Rosie wasn't so sure whether the real spanking would be as appealing, though. So far she had only been spanked by the hand and by a light flogger, but never by anything made of wood. The cane was an implement she wanted to try one day, but from her online chats with fellow kinkster Canelover and from what she had seen in spanking videos, she knew that it was a rather severe implement. So she hadn't found the guts to try it for real, yet. And as far as she knew, a birch wasn't so different, maybe even worse.

Rosie stood rooted to the ground, unsure what to feel or do. She felt her hands becoming wet, her heart was racing and her stomach churned. Yet there was a part of her that wanted to do this, was drawn to the prospect of finding out how that birch would feel on her bottom. Since she couldn't move, but wasn't willing to safeword, either, she simply waited, her eyes firmly fixed on the birch, for the Krampus to take the lead. Which it did.

It came over, stopped right in front of her, looked her up and down and finally said: “Let's have you completely nude for your birching. I think wearing your birthday suit is just the right attire for the occasion. Strip!” Suddenly Rosie felt a shyness that was completely new to her. But the look in the Krampus's eyes convinced her that trying to negotiate wasn't a good idea. Hesitantly, she unbuttoned her blouse from top to bottom, took it off and neatly hung it up over the back of the chair at a table at the side of the room. Then she bent down with a supple, elegant move and got rid of her trousers and panties which had already been dangling around her feet. The last thing that followed was her white bra.

“Come over to me!” the Krampus demanded. She did as she was told and stood before the beast completely naked. It took all her will-power not to cover her private parts with her hands. She felt vulnerable in a way she had never expected to be possible. Rosie looked down on her feet, trying to avoid the Krampus's gaze. But the creature put one claw under her chin and forced her to look up. Its face showed that it liked what it saw. “Very nice, you have an incredibly sexy body,” it confirmed what Rosie had already guessed it was thinking.

Then the Krampus took a step backwards. “Now, turn around and bend over the bed again.” Rosie found it difficult to convince her body to follow the command. But somehow she managed and soon found herself in the same position which she had already taken for the hand spanking. Only that her whole body and especially her legs were shaking much more now, before the birching had even begun. Her nakedness seemed to sharpen all her senses. For a moment she was afraid she might faint. [To be continued...]

The Krampus is Coming to Town (Part 2)

This is the second part of my tailor-made LOL Day story. You can read part 1 here. I hope you enjoy the second instalment of the story. In this one the foreplay comes to an end and you'll get real spanking action, promised!

For a moment Rosie pondered what to do. Safeword? A bit ridiculous given the reason that had stopped her from undressing further. But how would Johann react? This was embarrassing! During the whole last year, since they had started with erotic spanking, she had always made sure that this didn't happen. She had always made sure she looked sexy for Johann. A nice perfume, shaved legs, sexy underwear, all the little things that highlighted the erotic undertone of what they were doing.

“I said pull down your pants,” the Krampus snarled behind her, but Rosie could sense from the tone in its voice that it was a bit irritated and unsure what to do. Well, she and Johann had been together for so long now, so who cared? With a sigh, she continued pulling down her jeans until they were dangling beneath her knees, revealing the plain white cotton panties she was wearing underneath. 'Grandma knickers' as she liked to call them. Not sexy, but comfortable.

Hesitantly, she looked back over her shoulder and saw that the Krampus was staring at her plainly wrapped butt. Then an amused smile appeared on its face as it apparently understood what had been holding her back. The Krampus realised that she was looking at him. It looked her straight in the eye and told her: “Bend over right away, I will do the rest.” Its voice was full of pleasant anticipation with a hint of sadistic glee. Obviously, her appearance didn't turn it off at all. Actually, in a way her knickers were much more suitable given the situation than sexy lingerie would have been, Rosie thought as she bend over and rested her hands on the bed.

A shiver went through her body when she felt two hairy hands on her back, first tucking up her white blouse so it didn't hang over her bottom, then grabbing her panties, slowly peeling them over her buttocks and finally letting them glide down to her knees. Her stuck-out bottom was uncovered now, and she could feel the fresh air on her skin, causing her goosebumps.

The warm hairy hands started wandering over the back of her upper legs, and suddenly, she felt a claw tracing a line over her right buttock. She jumped a bit, only to hear a satisfied chuckle from behind. “Nice squeezable cheeks,” the Krampus commented, and a hairy hand with sharp claws pinched her left buttock. Rosie felt that the teasing had a heating effect on her nether regions. Having fallen into the clutches of this scary creature had an undeniable appeal. She pushed her bottom out further to encourage the beast to continue touching her, but it drew its paws away.

“You seem to enjoy this far too much, naughty girl!” The Krampus growled in a dominant deep voice. “I have come to make you pay for your sins, though! Let's see whether we can make sure you are better behaved next year.” It put one paw firmly on her back to hold her down. Before Rosie could breathe in to prepare for what was coming next, the other paw landed hard on her butt.

“Ouch!” Rosie winced. She thought back to Johann's first shy attempts at spanking her after she had confided her long-held secret fantasies to him, and admired how naturally dominant he had become and how much more impressive his hand spankings had become with that. “Good. That seems to get your attention!” The satisfaction in the Krampus's voice was unmistakable.

Another hard blow landed across both of her cheeks. Rosie bit her lip and took in the sensation. Obviously, being spanked by a hairy paw felt different to being spanked by hand. Interestingly, and too bad for her, the fur didn't seem to reduce the impact and resulting pain of the stroke, though. On the contrary, the sensation was heightened by the little stings from the claws which she could clearly feel on her bottom. For a moment, Rosie thought of her online friend Gustofur who had been the first one she had ever talked to about hand spankings. She surely would have to tell him about her new experiences.

The Krampus settled into a steady rhythm, alternating from cheek to cheek, sometimes covering both in one blow. The heaviness of the blows didn't ease off, quite the contrary, and so Rosie wriggled and hissed under the pain, feeling her bottom getting hotter and hotter as the spanking continued. The Krampus's left paw firmly held her down, though, and made sure she stayed in position.

When she buckled heavily and thrust forward after an especially hard blow, she was firmly told to stick her bottom out again, an order that caused a warm tingle in her belly and in more intimate parts as well. As she did as told, the next hard blow followed, the Krampus not showing much mercy with her.

“How many strokes have that been so far?” The question caught Rosie unprepared. Her mind began to spin. How many could it have been? Fifteen? What if she gave the wrong answer? Would the Krampus start over again? She had never been asked such a thing during a spanking! “Now?” The Krampus seemed to lose its patience. “Ahem, twenty?!” It sounded more like a question than an answer. She seemed to be lucky, though. “Right,” the Krampus stated.

“Are you learning your lesson?” - “Well, ...” Apparently the beginning of Rosie's reply didn't convince the Krampus. She felt the paw pressing harder into her back. Before another swat could land on her naked butt, Rosie hastened to answer: “Yes, I certainly do!” The Krampus paused again and after a brief moment of silence stated:  “So, let's give you ten more, just to make sure. I want you to count and say 'I won't waste Johann's money any more.' after each stroke.”

“But...” Rosie regretted her spontaneous reply before she had even finished the word. The Krampus's claws grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up and backwards. “What?!” The threatening undertone in its low voice made her shiver. “Nothing,” she replied meekly. “Good for you!” With these words the Krampus pushed her down again.

Without any pause the first swat landed across her cheeks. Rosie gasped and finally managed to say: “One. I won't waste Johann's money any more.” Slowly and steadily eight more blows rained down on her, one heavier than the other. Rosie whimpered and had to catch her breath to count the strokes and say the little sentence the Krampus had told her to say.

Then it was the last stroke. The Krampus seemed to make an extra long pause. Then it swung back its arm and brought its paw down again, cracking it into Rosie's bottom with a resounding thud, almost making her fall forward onto the bed. Rosie let out a shriek and bent her knees. She shook her bottom in a vain attempt to reduce the pain. This time it took a while before she was able to speak. “Ten. I won't waste Johann's money any more,” she finally managed to gasp.

That last swat had really impressed her. She had never been spanked that hard before. Her bottom was on fire, and it felt like the claws had punctured the edge of her bottom with that last stroke. The heat in her backside together with the Krampus's dominance that felt rather edgy made her hot in other ways as well.

Rosie almost wanted to stand up when she realised that the Krampus was still holding her down. “Seems I've made an impression on you, right?” She could hear the creature smile. Rosie couldn't suppress a smile any more, either, and nodded silently. It most certainly had! “Well, since we are at it...”

Unexpectedly, another swat hit its target which was Rosie's already maltreated bottom. It wasn't as hard as the previous one, but since it caught Rosie completely by surprise, she again almost stumbled forward. “One more for being so careless with Johann's property,” the Krampus stated. The beast really seemed to enjoy this. Another blow. “That one is for not taking me seriously right from the beginning.” A third hard swat that made Rosie hiss again. “And finally that one. Because, well, just because I can.” The affectionate sadism in its voice was undeniable. “Now you are allowed to stand up,” the Krampus stated and took its paw off her back.

Rosie pushed herself back into an upright position. Her legs were shaky, both from her struggle with the pain and from the arousal caused by the whole situation. She bent down to pull her pants back up, but was interrupted by a sharp voice. “Leave those where they are. That way it's clearly on display what a naughty girl you are and what happens to naughty girls, while we continue talking about your misdeeds.” Rosie's gaze fell onto the bedroom mirror as she rose. She took in the picture of herself, standing there with her trousers and knickers down, displaying a dark red bottom framed by little red dots from the Krampus's claws. And next to her the wild creature watching her with glee in its eyes. The sight sent another rush of heat through her body. [To be continued...]

The Krampus is Coming to Town (Part 1)

Here it finally is - my promised tailor-made LOL Day story. It took me a while to write which might have to do with the fact that the final story is more than 5,000 words long. So, it will be posted in four parts, every three days from now on until the 26th of December. I hope it isn't too long.

Thanks again to all of you who participated in the creative process! I've highlighted your word suggestions with bold letters. So, without further ado, part one of our little Krampus adventure:

Rosie stood at the window in the bedroom of their little house in Hintertupfingen in Bavaria and looked outside. It was already dark although it was only 5:30 p.m. But the snow that covered the whole garden reflected the lights from the street and from the fir tree which she and her husband Johann had decorated with hundreds of little light bulbs. It was the evening of the 5th of December, and the world around her was a winder wonderland. Little snowflakes were still falling.

Rosie stood there for a while watching silently, taking in the scenery with a smile on her face. Johann was away, he was making his rounds in the neighbourhood with his buddy Andreas, fulfilling an important job. He would probably be back soon, and then they could share a quiet evening together, drinking hot tea and eating cookies.

Normally, Johann always left her a little present in the bedroom on the evening of the fifth before he went on duty. But not today. Rosie had already placed a small, lovingly wrapped-up package on Johann's pillow. She didn't mind that he hadn't found the time to return the favour this time, though. Johann wasn't the kind of guy who only bought presents for certain holidays. He always listened very carefully to what she said and often surprised her with little gifts. Like that time when the final part of the sci-fi trilogy she had been reading was released and she couldn't buy it right away because she had long working hours that Friday. She had been frustrated because of that when she came home at 9:30 p.m., only to find the book waiting for her on her bed, together with a steaming hot coffee and a piece of chocolate cake.

Rosie's smile became even wider as she remembered that day and others like it when Johann had shown his affection to her. Suddenly, though, she was pulled out of her thoughts by a little crinkly sound somewhere behind her. She turned around and jumped back a bit, startled for a second. A huge creature was leaning against the chest of drawers next to the bedroom door, staring at her with dark eyes. Its body was covered with dark brown fur, its face was a scary grimace and its forehead dominated by two huge horns. In its right hand it carried a thick birch. The creature didn't move, it just mustered her silently. How long it had already been standing there, she couldn't tell.

After a moment of shock, Rosie regained her composure. She exhaled, and the smile returned to her face. Wow, that must have been an impressive sight for the children in the neighbourhood! The creature by the bedroom door, a Krampus, as Rosie knew, had tilted its head a little and still mustered her silently. Suddenly, it rose and spoke to her in a deep, full voice that made her shiver: “Looks like I have to make my last visit without my companion St Nicholas.” It took a while for the words to sink in, but then Rosie had to suppress laughter when she pictured Andreas in his St Nicholas costume showing up together with her husband in her private bedroom. She liked Andreas, but was quite content that her Krampus had come alone.

The Krampus put its birch on the top of the drawers and pulled out a huge golden book from behind its back. “It's a good thing he gave me this,” it growled, “let's see what we have here.” Slowly, Rosie began to sense where this was going. She bit her lip and looked at the Krampus with wide eyes. “Robert, Ronald, Rosalinde, ah, here it is – Rosie.” The Krampus's eyes were fixed on the now open book. “Just as I thought, you've been a really bad, naughty girl this year!” – “That's not true!” Rosie pouted. The Krampus raised its head, looked her straight in the eyes and snarled with its deep voice that now had a threatening undertone: “Do you really want to question the accuracy of the golden book?”

Rosie hesitated for a moment, pondering the possibilities. “Well, I guess, no,” she finally answered, her voice almost a whisper. She was shifting her weight from one foot to the other, and suddenly, there seemed to be an armada of butterflies in her stomach. She waited for the Krampus's next step. It simply nodded its head and looked down on the book again. “I've got three outstanding acts of naughtiness here which are outlined in the book.” Three? Rosie stood there, eager to hear what was there on the list.

“Number 1: Being too cleanly.” The Krampus paused and looked at her. At first Rosie didn't know what he meant. It came to her when the Krampus continued. “And as a result putting around 10,000 Euro, property of your poor husband, on the dump.” Rosie sighed. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The thing was, a few months ago she had decided to clean out their home office. She had asked Johann whether it was okay if she threw away some of his old things, too, and he had agreed. Until recently he hadn't missed any of the things Rosie had decided to put away. But when they heard of the bitcoin hype, Johann recalled that he and his friends had mined bitcoins for fun as IT students many years ago. He had mined only one bitcoin, just to see how it worked, and – as far as he remembered – put it on a USB stick. And, since 128 MB sticks weren't really useful any more, Rosie had taken Johann's old sticks to the waste dump.

How could she have guessed that something on one of those old sticks might one day be worth around 10,000 Euro? Johann had admitted that he wasn't even sure whether the coin was still on one of the sticks, though, and finally they had decided to laugh about the strange situation. But since then, Johann had made use of every opportunity to tease her because of what she might have done.

So, Rosie knew that the Krampus couldn't be serious. She crossed her arms in front of her. “If my poor husband had taken the time to look through his old things himself, he could in his wisdom have decided to keep that damn old stick!” Rosie tried to look and sound as indignant as possible.

Acting like a grumpy dachshund didn't bode well with the Krampus, though. It put away the book, rushed over to her, took her arm and pulled her in front of the end of the bed. “You're not taking me seriously, are you? Pull down your pants and bend over!” it growled into her ear. Not that this was the reaction Rosie had meant to provoke...

She shot one last glare at the creature behind her, indicating that she was not – yet – impressed at all, but then decided to do as she was told. She unbuttoned the tight blue jeans she was wearing, put her fingers into the waistband, started pulling them down -  and suddenly, she froze. [To be continued...]

A Special Story (Part 4)

Happy and Peaceful Holidays to all of you from Ludwig and me! As my little present to our readers, this is the fourth and final part of my tailor-made LOL Day story. I hope you enjoy reading it. The three previous parts can be found here, here and here.

I was confused, thrilled, scared, happy and nervous all at the same time! We took it slowly, though, and diligently planned our very first play session. From what I had told her and what she had seen, it was clear to Veronica that I wasn't exactly into love taps but rather into more severe spankings. She was willing to give me what I graved but only up to a point she felt comfortable with herself and which she considered safe given that she was new to all this.

She told me that she liked the idea of being a top like Mr Johnson, strict but caring. Just the kind of top I love! Then she made a suggestion: What if we took my betrayal on her as a premise for my first spanking? I was torn between yes and no. On the one hand I am into punishment scenarios and the whole story was almost too good not to use it. Maybe it would even help us to finally let go of the last remaining resentments?! On the other hand I was really remorseful and scared that this premise might be too real and would just cause awful feelings.

After pondering the pros and cons for some time, we decided to give it a try. Veronica resolved that like Ms Smithers I was in for a severe caning. I heard her practise with the cane almost every evening and it sounded really menacing. I had tried the cane twice, but always after a long warm-up with other implements. Now I was about to receive a cold caning for the very first time in my life, consisting of 24 strokes. The thought was both scaring and thrilling. In the days before the event I was on an emotional roller coaster, my tummy full of butterflies more often than not.

On the evening when my long-held fantasy was about to become real, Veronica wore an elegant and beautiful new red dress. She ordered me to come to the living room, where she had arranged a table over which I was supposed to be caned. I was excited and really nervous at the same time. But I trusted Veronica. And it turned out that she was a natural!

At first she ordered me to strip naked, making me feel very vulnerable. Then she made me tell her the whole story why I was going to be caned as I stood in front of her in my birthday suit quivering from excitement. She told me to bend over the table and exclaimed that I was about to receive a severe caning. And receive a severe caning I did! Only three strokes in I whimpered and whined and apologized. In the end I was shaky and breathless and done. Cold canings are real agony! Veronica was absolutely accurate, though, and imprinted 24 wonderful parallel cane stripes on my bottom which I admired for a long time in a mirror afterwards. The welts were delicious and the marks were visible for two weeks after. But there was no broken skin and no blood.

And after the caning we had great sex. It was as wild and lustful as it hadn't been in years. Life felt wonderful again. And that's actually what it has been for the past six years. Of course, the excitement has eased a bit. We still do erotic spanking, usually very playfully, sometimes with a real life premise to heighten the thrill. But of course not as often as we did when we started out six years ago. Other things in our life have become more important again. For instance, we have since become grandparents. Despite the decrease of spanking play our life is full of laughter and happiness and our love for each other is very strong.

And sometimes we still do naughty things. Like today on the sixth anniversary of our first spanking play. “A penny for your thoughts,” Veronica is suddenly standing close behind me. “I was thinking how happy I am to have you in my life,” I reply, still looking straight ahead on the white wall in front of me. Veronica's hand casually wanders over my right buttock, making me shiver.

“That's nice to hear. Now, let's get down to business,” says she, now in the typical strict toppy voice I have come to love, her hand squeezing my bottom. “Turn around.” I follow her order and she gleefully gazes at my naked body. “Now go and bring the strap immediately, subby.” Veronica has made a habit of teasingly calling me subby when we play. I make my way to the cupboard where we store our implements and take out the large prison strap which Veronica has referred to. I bring it to her and hand it over. Veronica has me bend over our bed and gives me a thorough strapping that is accompanied by a lot of ouching on my behalf and has my bottom glowing red afterwards. The strapping is followed by our now almost traditional 24 cane strokes which add a set of rigid welts to the painting and leave me gasping for air.

Then we make love. Veronica runs her fingernails over my roasted rump reigniting the pain and sending waves of arousal through my body while I please her with my tongue. After we have both had our relief, we lie next to each other on the bed, still panting. Well, we don't get any younger. We exchange loving and reassuring kisses and cuddles and finally switch off the light. Soon we fall asleep, holding each other's hand.

A Special Story (Part 3)

This is the third part of my tailor-made LOL Day story. Here you can find part one and part two.

“That was indeed very impressive, honey. You recall the story almost literally. That goes to show how much it meant to you at the time and still today.” Although I can't see her for I am facing the wall, I am sure that Veronica is sitting at her computer and has been comparing my words to the original story.

“That's true,” is all I reply. The story I have just recited is the very first spanking story I ever came across online six years ago. It was a revelation. Suddenly I knew what my strange fantasies had been all about. And I was reassured that I was not alone.

“It's how it all began, right?” I simply nod. “Yes, Ma'am.” - “At first we didn't take the easy road, though, did we?” I blush and nod silently. What followed directly after my discovery is nothing I am proud of.

Veronica and I had been married for 26 years at the time and had never had anything else but vanilla sex. As a matter of fact, after those 26 years we didn't have much sex at all anymore. Instead of telling her about my new discovery and my life-long fantasies, I pulled even further away from Veronica. I was convinced that she would be shocked if she found out. After a while, I even believed that she would judge me a pervert and file for divorce.

And so I kept it all to myself and began to explore this newly found world in secret. It started out pretty harmless. At first I just read more online spanking stories, a few blogs from those who actually lived the lifestyle and watched some spanking porn. My new hobby became more and more time consuming, though, and finally I reached the point where I wanted to try this out for real, no matter at which expense.

I started visiting professional dominatrices. At first infrequently. Then more and more often. Living out my fantasies with them was a dream come true. And the cause for a very bad conscience towards Veronica and a growing fear to lose her. I began to lie about where I was and what I did. I went to work early and came home late, telling her something about important projects and after-work pints with my colleagues when what I really did was hanging out at internet cafes and visiting Lady Georgia, Mistress Samantha and Madam Lucille.

Veronica and I argued more and more often. She would for instance ask me whether we could go to the cinema in the evening to watch a movie. The dialogue would unfold like this: “Honey, we haven't been out together for such a long time. How about going to the cinema this evening? They show a new funny movie called xxx.” - “No.” - “Why?” - “Because I said so.” At that point Veronica would silently retreat and I would quickly leave the house. I still loved Veronica as I did when we married and still do today, but I had no idea how to handle the situation which got more complicated and out of control with every day that went by.

We talked less and less and just passed each other on our separate ways. That was until the day on which Veronica confronted me with the fact that she knew it all. And I confessed. I told her everything from my early fantasies as a young man to that spanking story I had found online and what followed from there. Veronica was both angry and very sad. But not because of my kink. No, all the judging I had expected didn't happen. But she was angry and sad because I hadn't trusted her enough to tell her. And had betrayed her instead. Almost like the heroine of my favourite spanking story. That was the irony.

Veronica told me she needed time. She went on a short holiday trip for the weekend, alone. And I sat at home crying because I was sure I had destroyed our marriage. After three days Veronica returned. And we talked again. For hours. It was painful but at the same time cathartic and liberating. The following week we spent all evenings together talking. The more we spoke to each other, the more the mood lightened. On the second day we laughed together at one point. On the fourth day we drank wine while talking. And on the seventh day we went out for a walk and ended up sitting next to each other at the riverside watching the moon and the stars.

It was clear that the wounds caused by my betrayal would take time to heal. But contrary to my worries Veronica wasn't willing to give up on us. And what came like a shock to me – our conversations revealed that she had gathered a lot of information about erotic spanking on her weekend away and the days after in order to understand me better. In addition to that she asked me hundreds of questions which I tried to answer as best as I could.

Our life got much better from that point on. It was okay for Veronica that I read about spanking online and watched spanking porn, but she didn't want me to go to a pro domme. Being able to dwell on kinky sites without the fear of being caught and without having a bad conscience was wonderful. Sometimes, Veronica would sit next to me and read what I was reading or watch what I was watching. At first, it felt a bit strange and I was slightly uncomfortable when she did that. But over time I got used to it and even appreciated it because it usually led to a nice conversation.

About three months after my confession there was another life-changing day. Veronica came to me and told me that she had done something behind my back as well. In the past three months as she had learned more and more about my kink, she had realised that the idea of spanking me gave her a thrill. She wasn't sure, though, whether it was just a stimulating fantasy or whether she would also enjoy it for real. Since she didn't want to raise a false hope on my behalf, she didn't tell me about her thoughts and instead contacted one of the dominatrices I had been to. Lady Georgia offered training courses for spanking newbies and Veronica went to one of these without telling me. As she revealed to me afterwards on that special day, she had actually enjoyed it and was willing to introduce erotic spanking play into our life!

A Special Story (Part 2)

This is the second part of my tailor-made LOL Day story. You can find part one here.

Mr Johnson's words touched her heart and confirmed the decision she had already made. She didn't have any clue how a caning felt like other than that it would be incredibly painful. And she had no idea how to get through such a caning. But she knew that there was nothing she wanted more than to continue working for this company. And in a way, she also wanted to make up for her misdeeds. Thus she replied without hesitation: “I am very grateful for getting a second chance. I promise I won't ever disappoint you again! And I willfully submit to a severe caning as a punishment for my betrayal.”

A thin smile appeared on Mr Johnson's face. “I am happy to hear your decision, Ms Smithers. It makes me sad to think about what comes now, though. I suggest we get this over with as quickly as possible. What do you think?” She nodded, her throat tightening. “Yes, Sir.”

“Okay then.” Mr Johnson walked around his desk and stopped next to her. “Ms Smithers, would you please go to that cupboard over there and open it.” She did as she was told. It occurred to her that she had never seen what was in said cupboard. As she opened it, her mouth dropped open and her stomach clenched. It contained nothing but a handful of thick crook-handled rattan canes hanging down, neatly arranged next to each other. “Please take out the first cane from the right and bring it to me.”

With shaking hands she took the threatening-looking implement, closed the cupboard door and turned around. As she walked back to Mr Johnson, her gaze was fixed on the cane in her hands. It was about 2.5 feet long, roughly half an inch thick and felt rather heavy. Her hands began to sweat and one thought dominated her mind: Gosh, that is going to hurt!

She was in a daze, but somehow her body still worked well. When she handed the cane to Mr Johnson, it felt a bit like an out-of-body experience. “Thank you. Now stand in front of the desk, please, and bend over.” Again she did as ordered, though her legs were shaking. “Now please put up your skirt and pull down your knickers, Ms Smithers.” That order took her breath away for a moment. She was about to be caned on her bare backside by her boss! It hat never occurred to her that she would have to bare her behind for the punishment. Now she vaguely remembered that paragraph 11 actually said something about a bare bottom caning. Still, a part of her couldn't believe this was really happening.

“Please put up your skirt and pull down your knickers, Ms Smithers,” Mr Johnson repeated calmly. Hastily she raised the skirt of her navy suit uncovering her undergarment made of silk. She took a deep breath, tucked her fingers into the elastic of the blue knickers and peeled them down just to the top of her thighs. Cool air touched her bare backside and made her shiver. “That's alright,” she heard Mr Johnson say. “I suggest you hold on to the far end of the desk. It will help to keep you steady. You will receive 24 strokes. I expect you to stay in position for them, please, and to only stand up when I tell you so. Do you understand?”

Even in this completely surreal situation, the warmth in Mr Johnson's voice helped her to calm down. She gripped the far end of the desk as hard as she could and nodded. “Yes, Sir.” - “Very well, then.” She saw Mr Johnson move beside her and suddenly she felt the cold touch of the wooden cane on her bare skin. It made her quiver. All of a sudden she started to panic. A voice in her head screamed: Stop it! You can't take it!

Mr Johnson had obviously realised what was going on because he calmly told her: “Breathe. It will be over, soon. Just hold onto the desk and take the strokes one by one like a surfer the waves.” She tried to take deep breaths and nodded. It will soon be over, she repeated in her head, it will soon be over.

Suddenly, she heard a sharp swish followed by a loud crack that echoed in her ears. For a split-second, she felt nothing except for a pressure on her bottom. But then a burning pain ignited on her bare skin and she let out a shocked. “Ow!” She wriggled in a faint hope to ease the horrible pain and was still trying to catch her breath when she heard the next swish. The pain of the second stroke was even worse. Her whole body suddenly felt hot and her breathing became faster. She had no idea how she should take 22 more strokes of that horrible implement!

She didn't have much time to worry about that, though, because the next stroke already hit target. She buckled underneath it and it took all her will not to stand up and cover her burning bottom with her hands. Tears came to her eyes and started rolling freely when the next stroke landed.

From that point on, she only focussed on recovering from the stroke which she had just received and on the next one she had to prepare for. She didn't care that she was yelping with each stroke, that her legs and her whole body were trembling, her face was tear-stained and her hair a mess. All she thought of was getting through the next stroke. Soon, she had lost count.

The caning went on for what felt like forever. It took a while for her to realise that suddenly the room had become silent. No swishing and cracking. Was it over? She didn't know. But she lay there limb across Mr Johnson's desk and tried to calm her breathing.

“You've made it. Well done.” Mr Johnson's deep voice seemed to come from a place very far away. “Take your time to compose yourself and when you feel ready, you may stand up.” In a daze, she saw Mr Johnson walk over to the cupboard and put back the cane. Slowly, she stood up, cautiously rolled up her knickers over her hot and burning striped backside. She put down her skirt and straightened her hair. Mr Johnson, who had returned to her, handed her a handkerchief which she gratefully took. She cleaned her face and wiped away the tears.

She looked at her boss. “I'm really sorry, Mr Johnson!” - “It's okay, Ms Smithers. It's all settled and we shall not raise the issue again.” Mr Johnson smiled. “Now, it was an exhausting day, Ms Smithers. I suggest you go home to your younger sister and come back tomorrow refreshed and revitalised. Important negotiations are lying ahead of us. I will see you tomorrow at nine o'clock for our weekly meeting. And tomorrow afternoon we can talk about the conditions for the advance of salary which you need.” She nodded silently, a shy smile appearing on her face. “Thank you!”

She turned around to leave the room. Only then did she realise that her legs were still shaky. She had to walk slowly in order to keep her balance. When she left the office, her gaze fell on the clock on the wall to her right. It showed 18 minutes past three. For a moment, she pondered whether her fellow employees knew what had just happened in Mr Johnson's office.

After a few seconds, she decided that she didn't care. The only thing that was important was that she would come back to this place to work here again the next day. Her only deed left for today was to go to Andrew who sat in another open plan office down the floor. And so she slowly crossed the room, from time to time returning a friendly look or a smile from a colleague, mentally reminding herself to buy some cooling creme in a pharmacy on her way back home where she would be able to break the happy news to her little sister that she could go to college.

With that I fall silent and wait. For a while all I can hear is my own breathing.

A Special Story (Part 1)

This is the first part of my tailor-made LOL Day story for your enjoyment. Your word suggestions are highlighted in bold. The story became really long (5,000 words), so I am going to publish it in four parts. Since it contains a story within a story, you don't have to wait until part four for the juicy bits, though. :-) Here it goes, I hope you enjoy reading:

For I moment I stand there silently. I look at the white wall in front of me and focus my mind. Words start forming before my inner eye. After a few seconds I take a deep breath and reply: “Yes, I believe I remember it quite well. Here is how I think it goes:”

She walked through the open planning office, her gaze firmly straight ahead. She felt her colleagues' eyes on her, but maybe that was just an illusion. Or maybe they really all already knew what she had done. After all, words spread fast in a small company like that. However, she didn't dare look anyone in the eyes. Instead, she straightened her back and stiffly continued her way to the brown door at the end of the room.

“Mr Johnson, CEO” read a little sign on it. Over the past four years she had knocked on that door so many times, sometimes in a rush because so much work needed her attention, but usually in a  good mood. Today, though, her stomach churned as she came to a halt right in front of the door. She looked to her left at the white clock hanging there on the wall. It showed one minute to three. Mr Johnson didn't like tardiness. So it didn't make any sense to delay what would happen anyway. She took a deep breath and forced herself to knock.

“Come in, please.” Mr Johnson's deep voice had the warm undertone she had come to love in her time as his assistant. She opened the door, suddenly feeling very shy. She entered the room tentatively and quietly shut the door behind her. Mr Johnson was sitting behind his huge desk made of oak. He was in his late fifties, a tall handsome man with grey hair and glasses. Through them he now looked at her with his friendly eyes, expectantly. She struggled to meet his gaze. Seconds felt like years.

Finally, Mr Johnson spoke up: “You know why I asked you to come and see me, right Ms Smithers?” She didn't manage to answer, so she silently nodded instead. Sadness and incredulity were in Mr Johnson's voice as he continued: “I still can't believe what Mr Singer has reported to me. Please tell me what has happened – I want to hear the story from your perspective.”

For a moment, she didn't know what to say. She looked down on her shoes, trying to find the right words. There were no good words to explain what she had done, though. 'Sorry, I didn't mean it. It was all just a huge mistake.' She would have loved to say something like that, and she really did regret what she had done. But words wouldn't be able to undo her failure, and she was sure that it was much too late to be sorry.

So she finally replied: “I really don't know what to say. I am sure what Mr Singer told you is correct. I tried to steal money from the cash reserve, and Mr Singer caught me red-handed.” It seemed to her that Mr Johnson slumped in his chair as he heard those words. It felt like a stab into her heart.

He was such a lovely man, a company owner of a rare type. A man with a big heart who used to give those a chance who had already missed a few. Like her. He had been the only person to believe in her four years ago. He had given her a job at a time when nobody else would have. And then he even made her his personal assistant, a position that involved a lot of responsibility and autonomy. So far, she had never failed his expectations, never betrayed his trust in her. Until now.

Desperately, she tried to find more words. All that came out was: “I'm sorry, but I didn't have a choice!” Mr Johnson raised his head and looked her straight in the eyes. “You didn't have a choice? You didn't have a choice but to steal from me and my company?” His voice was a bit louder now than usual and his words filled the room. She blushed and looked away. “I... It's too complicated... And it doesn't make any difference now, anyway... I tried to steal from you and there's nothing I can do unmake it.”

Mr Johnson's voice was already calm again, as he said: “You need money to pay for the college for your little sister Ann. It's her chance to get the education you never had, and you want to make it possible for her. As I heard, she got a scholarship because of her high merits, but it doesn't cover the initial admission fee.”

Now, she was dumbfounded. “How do you know?” He leaned back in his chair. “I know because Mr Brown came to me and asked for on advance of salary. When I asked him what he needed it for, he told me that he wanted to help you with the payment.” She felt her eyes becoming wet. Andrew was such a lovely guy. He didn't have much and had to take care of his wife and his two little kids. And yet, he was caring enough to try and help her with her financial problems. And, in contrast to her, he was smart enough to look for a way to raise the money that didn't make him a thief!

“Why didn't you tell me? I told you that caring not only for yourself but for your little sister as well is a big burden, especially at your age! And I said to you that you could always come to me when you needed help, didn't I? Have I done anything wrong? Why didn't you trust me?” Mr Johnson's voice was full of hurt and sorrow as he asked those questions.

That was the moment she broke down and cried. Then she blurted out: “You haven't done anything wrong at all! I... I... I just didn't know what to do. Two weeks ago, Ann told me about the scholarship. It was all quite unexpected! I so wanted to help my little sister. But the fee is so large, and I haven't got enough savings, yet. I have to pay for the rent and our daily expenses. And then I thought stealing the money was the only way to be able to afford the fee. I hoped that no-one would notice and wanted to put the money back bit by bit. I know that doesn't change a thing, but please believe me that I really wanted to pay it back! I've betrayed you, and I am so incredibly sorry. You are like the father to me whom I never had. And now I've betrayed you because in my panic it didn't occur to me that I could have simply asked you for help...”

With that, she became silent, frantically looking at Mr Johnson. He put his elbows on the top of his desk and rested his chin on his hands. There was the usual warmth in his voice as he said: “I know you didn't mean to cause any harm. But still, what you did was a severe breach of trust, and I can't ignore that. In fact, your offence is so serious that a reprimand won't do.” She nodded, looking to the floor again. “I'll go and clean out my desk,” she said in a low voice.

“So, you want to leave the company?” Mr Johnson asked. “Want to?” Now she was confused. “No, I would do anything in order not to having to leave. But as you said, you can't keep me as your employee after what I have done.” - “Well, your dismissal is one option. The other is to solve this issue according to paragraph 11 of your work contract. It's up to you.”

For a moment she stared at him blankly. Then her memory set in. There was indeed a very special paragraph in her employment agreement. Paragraph eleven – known as the red butt paragraph among the employees – basically stated that under certain circumstances a misdemeanor that would inevitably lead to dismissal in any other company could instead be solved by corporal punishment, more precisely a caning. Mr Johnson's family seemed to have quite a tradition with good old fashioned CP as the family crest on the wall behind Mr Johnson's desk proved. Among other ornaments it showed a cane swaying in the wind.

So far, the whole red butt paragraph thing had only been a lunch time joke for her. There were rumors that the paragraph became indeed relevant rather regularly, but nobody had ever admitted to having been caned. Now the whole thing suddenly became painfully real. She didn't have to think long, though. “Okay, I...”

“Wait,” said Mr Johnson. He stood up from his chair and began to walk up and down behind his desk. “Before you make a decision, I want you to understand what the two options really mean. Dismissal means that you will leave the company today. You will still get your payment for this month, but that will be your last payment cheque. Paragraph 11 means that you will receive a severe – and I mean severe – caning from me, right here and now. With that, the issue will be closed. Since it is important for me that you really have a choice in the matter, I want you to know this in advance: Should you decide to leave the company, I will try to help you find another job. And in both cases I will help you out with the money for Ann's college. Take your time for your decision.”

A Winter's Tale

We are a little late for Christmas this year, but not too late for you to enjoy this gift of ours over the holidays, hopefully. Ludwig and I finally found the time to record the audio story we promised you on my blogiversary this year. Thank you to all those who contributed two-word phrases to the story, which you can read in the comment section of my blogiversary post. We did our best to incorporate them all into a little kinky winter's tale.

With that, we wish you all Happy Holidays!

May you all be happy.

May you all be peaceful.

May you all be free from troubles of mind and body.

May you be safe and protected.

And may you all have a kind person to give you a warm bottom

or the kindness to give a warm bottom to another person you love.

Girls Will Be Boys (Part 3)

This is the third and final part of Kate and Nancy's adventure at the St Patrick's school for boys. When breaking into the school for a secret meeting in preparation of a surprise graduation party with their male fellow students, the two young women got caught by the new teacher Mr Lugner, as you can read in part 1 of the story. To avoid being reported to their old Headmistress Mrs Decker, they agreed to settle the issue the St Patrick's way, which resulted in their very first caning at the hands of Mr Lugner, which is described in detail in part 2. So let's get back to our heroines who have finally made it through their punishment.

"With that, the incident is forgiven and forgotten", Mr Lugner concluded. And after a short look at his watch he added: "It's 11.30 pm. You better get into bed as quickly as possible. Are you ready or do you need some more time to compose yourselves?" "I'm ready", Kate replied. Nancy slowly stood up from the sofa stool. She was still a bit shaky, but already feeling much better than a few minutes before. "I'm ready, too, Sir."

"Alright then. I will let you out at the side entrance. I don't want you to climb any slippery stairs again." With that Mr Lugner opened the office door and Kate and Nancy stepped out into the dark corridor. "Did you close the window through which you came in?" Mr Lugner asked. The reply was a simultaneous nod. The young teacher switched off the light in the office and closed the door behind him. Again the two students followed him through the empty hallways, this time without pounding hearts and dry throats, but with glowing bottoms instead.

They had almost reached the entrance when Kate caught up with Mr Lugner. He looked over to her. "Excuse me, Sir", began Kate, "may I ask you for a favour, please? Could you...", she hesitated for a moment, "...would you please not tell anyone about the surprise party?" The teacher unlocked the door and answered smilingly: "My lips are sealed." - "Thank you, Sir", Kate was relieved. - "I assume you know a way to get back into your dormitory?" Mr Lugner asked. The two young women who were already standing outside looked at each other. Then Nancy replied with a shy smile: "Yes, Sir."

"Alright then", Mr Lugner nodded. "Oh, one more thing. I guess you know ' Mission Impossible', right? Should you get caught when returning to St Claire's..." - "Our lips are of course sealed", Kate answered with a sheepish grin. The teacher raised an eyebrow and gave her a stern look, but a little twitching in the corner of his mouth showed his amusement. "Off you go", he shooed the two students, "and no dangerous climbing!" Mr Lugner didn't get any reply. Nancy and Kate had already disappeared into the shadows of the night.

The young teacher locked the door and started his way to the dormitories. It was time for his final round before he would go to sleep. He smirked while walking through the silent corridors, thinking about the very unusual incident which had happened today. Two smart and very polite young ladies indeed. It was no surprise that the boys had chosen them for the party planning team.

He still remembered his own graduation party five years ago very well. He had been part of the party committee, too. The preparations had cost them several sleepless nights as well. The memories made him smile. All the work had definitely paid off, though. Not only did their fellow graduate students enjoy the party, several teachers told them afterwards that it had been the best party in years. That had made them all very proud.

Their party had been a St Patrick's only event, though. He was looking forward to the joint surprise party the graduate students seemed to be planning this year. It would surely be great. Mr Stewart, St Patrick's headmaster definitely wouldn't have any problems with a joint party. He wasn't so sure about the old dragon … Headmistress Decker, he quickly corrected himself, though. Would she throw one of her famous tantrums? If she did, Mr Stewart would certainly find a way to calm her down again. That was one of his special abilities. With these thoughts, Mr Lugner reached the hallway that led to the boys' dormitories. Everything was quiet as usual. It seemed that his round wouldn't take him long.

Meanwhile, Kate and Nancy had reached St Claire's. Without speaking a word, they went to a small entrance which led directly to the side wing where the dormitories were located. They were lucky - it was still open as they had left it. Quietly they sneaked in and Nancy cautiously closed the door behind them. Now they only had to make it to their room on the third floor without getting caught. They put off their shoes and continued their way on their socks. Almost without making any noise, they climbed the dark stairs. They had nearly made it to the second floor when the lights in the stairway were suddenly switched on.

In shock, they looked at each other. They had nowhere to hide. Kate put a finger on her lips, signalling Nancy to be quiet. They heard footsteps. Someone was coming up the stairs from the ground floor. On the first floor the person stopped. Kate and Nancy held their breath. Then they heard the door to the corridor being pushed open and the footsteps continued, moving away from them. The door closed and a short while later the lights switched off again. The two students climbed the rest of the stairs as quickly as possible and cautiously opened the door to the hallway. It was dark and seemed to be empty. Without making a sound, they closed the door to the stairway behind them and continued their path through the corridor. Fortunately, their dormitory was only a few steps from the stairway. They reached it within seconds, opened the door and sneaked in. It was only when they had closed the door behind them that they both breathed out in relief. What good fortune that the students at St Claire's were assigned double rooms in their final year and that Kate and Nancy shared one of those. So they didn't have to worry about waking anyone up.

"Quick. I'm sure that it was Mrs Appleby in the stairway. She is on her night inspection and will soon be here", whispered Nancy. Without switching on the light they both undressed. The moon was shining through the window, allowing them to orient themselves. Nancy winced when she pulled down her trousers too quickly, having forgotten about her sore behind. They quickly threw their clothes into a box which they then hid deeply in their wardrobe where nobody would easily find it. Then they put on their nightgowns. They grabbed the cushions which they had put underneath the duvets of their beds to make it look like they were sleeping and threw them back on the sofa. Finally they jumped into their beds. This time it was Kate who forgot about the stripes on her bottom and let out a little yelp when her backside connected with the hard mattress.

Only a few seconds later they heard the stairway door open. Nancy and Kate closed their eyes and pretended to sleep. Footsteps passed by their door and continued down the hallway. From the sound, Nancy was sure that it was indeed Mrs Appleby who took care of the nightly routine this time. About two minutes later, the footsteps returned. The two students could hear the door to the dormitory next to theirs opening and closing again. The footsteps came closer, but for the second time they passed their door. The stairway door opened and closed again after a few seconds. They were surrounded by silence. Still, Nancy and Kate waited one more minute without moving to make sure that Mrs Appleby really didn't come back.

Then Nancy switched the light on. They both sat up in their beds and looked at each other. After several seconds, Kate broke the silence. "I can't believe what has happened today", she whispered, "maybe it was just a dream?" "I wouldn't have expected that we would managed to get caned at school, and five weeks before our graduation", said Nancy, "we two of all people!" - "Yeah, Miss Goody Two Shoes and Miss Eager Beaver", Kate hadn't even finished the sentence completely, when they both broke into giggles.

"Are you okay?" asked Kate. Nancy nodded: "It's not so bad, it only hurts when I forget about my sore bottom." - "I want to know how it looks like!" With that, Kate jumped out of bed, went over to the large mirror which was standing in the corner of the room and pulled down her pyjama trousers and her panties. Nancy followed her. Together they looked at the dark red stripes that were all over Kate's bottom. Kate cautiously touched her rear end with her fingertips. "I can really feel the welts", she exclaimed. They had hardly been able to believe that when the boys had told them about it earlier.

"Wait a moment", said Nancy and went over to their desk. She took something out of a drawer. Kate looked at her questioningly. When Nancy came back, Kate started giggling again. "No, Nancy! You can't do that!" she protested. Nancy grinned: "Of course. Hey, no one will ever believe us without a proof." With that, she activated the photo camera and made a snap shot of Kate's striped behind. Kate took the camera from her hand and pulled up her pants. "But then I make a picture of your bum, too." Nancy bared her behind and Kate pressed the camera button, still giggling. Nancy admired her striped bottom in the mirror and ran her fingertips over the chastised flesh like Kate had done before. "We have to make sure that nobody finds these pictures", Kate warned. "Don't worry." With that Nancy readjusted her clothes, took the camera and put it back where it belonged. "We better make sure that no one sees our sore behinds, either", Kate added.

They both went back into their beds, but they still left the light on. Kate had a thoughtful expression on her face. "I think I begin to get it, you know?" she said. "What the guys said about the code at St Patrick's, I mean. I never understood why they, for instance, insisted on not lying, not even to the teachers. I couldn't get why someone would voluntarily admit to some misdeed, especially since the punishment regime at St Patrick's is rather harsh. But now... I mean, did you notice how Mr Lugner treated us? No hours of lecturing, no belittling, no yelling."

"Yeah, and most importantly, he believed us!" added Nancy, "no mistrust and no allegations. That's totally different from the atmosphere around here. Last week, for instance, I helped Mrs Sanders with her exam preparations class for the first year girls. Little Stacy Smith was five minutes late. Mrs Sanders almost jumped at her. She was so furious, the poor little girl didn't dare saying a word. Stacy was sent to the corner and stood the for fifteen minutes, crying the whole time. Afterwards I had the chance to ask her why she was late and it turned out that Mrs Appleby had asked her to accompany Clara Summers to the school nurse because she was feeling sick. Being yelled at and getting fifteen minutes corner time for accompanying a friend to the school nurse! Can you imagine that? I'm sure things like that don't happen at St Patrick's."

Kate nodded and added: "And even if you do something wrong and admit to it, everything is forgiven and forgotten after the punishment. But fortunately, we have a few good teachers here at St Claire's, too. Mrs Appleby, for example and Ms Thomas." - "Yes, and Mrs Baker", Nancy said, "you are right, fortunately not all of our teachers are like Mrs Sanders and the old dragon." - "Since you mention her, I'm curious to see how the old dragon will react to our surprise party. I hope she doesn't ruin it all. And what about the preparations now?" Kate looked at Nancy expectantly. - "I think we should meet during the official visiting times on Saturday", Nancy suggested, "I'm sure we will find a quiet place where nobody will disturb our meeting." - "Sounds good", Kate agreed, "certainly better than breaking into school grounds at night." Both young women smiled at each other, knowingly.

"Maybe we will also see Mr Lugner again on Saturday. Or at the party the latest", Kate continued. It sounded casual, but Nancy sensed that the words contained a special meaning. Kate's voice and her body language had something unfamiliar, something she had never come across before. "Wait a moment, you have fallen in love, haven't you!?" Kate's face turned almost as red as her glowing bottom. "He is very handsome, isn't he? And, I mean, he is an adult. And I am an adult, too. We won't be students any more in just five weeks. And he is just a few years older than me", she defended herself. - "Hey, don't worry. It's okay. I just haven't ever seen you in love",  Nancy tried to calm Kate down. She added: "We can ask the guys on Saturday whether he is indeed still available." - "But don't tell them!" Kate looked scared. Nancy shook her head: "Of course not!"

She didn't manage to be serious for too long, though: "Hey, when the two of you become a couple and you are studying Maths at the university, he can help you with your studies. And if you don't work hard enough, he can motivate you with a nice caning." Kate determinedly shook her head. "That's so not going to happen!" But then a sheepish grin appeared on her face: "I would like to know how his cute firm bottom looks with some nice stripes, though. Or without." - Nancy slowly shook her head and replied in the most reprehensive tone of voice she could master: "You know I really like you, Kate Pine, but I have to tell you that you are a very sick girl indeed." For a second they looked at each other in silence and then they both cracked up laughing. When they had calmed down, Kate said: "I think it's really time to get some rest. Good night." She switched off the light. Nancy yawned: "Good night, sweety. Have a nice dream!"