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Subject: Re: True Story-An Interlude


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Ulysses
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Date Posted: 06:24:17 12/03/18 Mon
In reply to: Ulysses 's message, "True Story-Introduction" on 19:42:14 08/12/18 Sun

A couple of weeks had passed, my ass had recovered. I was keeping up my nightly reports to Miss Circe on my behavior. So many times I felt like just calling this whole thing off. This was not exactly what I had envisioned. I was looking to experience a disciplinary spanking, not necessarily a lifestyle with a crazy woman who was part insanely strict mother, part terrorist kidnapper. While at the same time I looked forward to my nightly reports.
I came home exhausted one Tuesday evening about to get to work on a project when I got a call from her. She discussed my diet and I have to admit it consisted mostly of frozen pizzas and potato chips, if I ate at all. She said her daughter would be away for the night and asked me to come over for dinner. I really wanted to get started on this project and really didn't feel like being treated like a child ending up with my rear blistered. She was more than insistent with a bit of motherly sweetness mixed with demands of a dominatrix. A home cooked meal did sound a lot better than microwaved cardboard.
My mouth was watering as soon as I crossed her threshold with the aroma of delicious food, something it had been a long time since I've smelled. The table was set beautifully for two as opposed to my usual cold plate on top of papers at my work table. It had the feeling of a dinner date, yet with the smiles and warmth there was the expected reprimand. She said she was concerned about my diet or lack thereof and wanted me to eat more healthy. With smiles and warmth she told me to really drive this point home I needed to sit down to dinner on a very sore bottom. Feeling just a little bit defeated and rather annoyed I knew that was coming.
She sat on the couch, her hairbrush beside her, sweats being yanked to my ankles, all smiles she sort of sweetly lectured me about my dietary habits and said she didn't want to do this (yeah right) she guided me over her knees. I has quite hard and about to ejaculate with hard smacks every few seconds. My erection shriveled as the spanking grew more rapid and became torment. Might possibly have been the hardest hand spanking to date and she did not hold back with that wicked hairbrush.
She put my nose to the wall while she warmed the dinner, the heat and pain penetrating in my backside, the fantastic aroma wafting through my senses, my mouth beginning to salivate. She led me to my seat and I must say this was inventive, placed on it was the underside of a car matt. I lowered my welted ass onto the seat, the little rubber spikes poking into my bare skin ready to eat dinner with my pants off.
Lifting up was no good as I just had to lower myself back down on those spikes. I didn't even question what was going on, she smiling like a gracious hostess and a most beautiful plate of meat loaf, mashed potatoes, green beans inviting me. It was as if I had never tasted a home cooked meal. There was glory in my taste buds and hell where I sat and a smiling, beautiful caring woman sitting across from me awaiting approval.
After dinner she helped me off the chair, those spikes reluctant to remove themselves from my skin, sat next to each other on the couch, me barely able to in discomfort and sort of cuddled. She was like to people at the same time. I could sense her having sympathy and at the same time reveling in my discomfort.
Before I left she bent me over the arm of the couch, kissed some of the pain out of my ass including where her finger was going in and out of. I felt something that wasn't a finger poking my anus as she inserted two suppositories deep into my rectum. I was instructed to immediately IM with her when I got home until she allowed me to use the toilet. I was fortunate not to crap my pants.

I will continue with our next session at a later date.

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Re: True Story-Introduction-Third EncounterUlysses07:25:30 12/16/18 Sun


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