Hey ya'll,
So, I guess this is becoming a pattern, me apologizing for not posting more. But this time I actually have a legitamite reason.
I moved back here on Sunday and started my internship on Monday. So of course, I've been super busy, and I can't respond to emails at work (they're pretty strict about that) and my internet has been super shaky in my apartment. I came on campus (snuck into a classroom building) to get the internet to post this. So if I'm out of touch more for the next few weeks that's why. :( It sucks. But i do get emails and read all of the comments, and they make me so happy so please keep sending them.
As of day 3, I like my job a lot, but I'm exhausted! lol, at the end of my internship last year I made the declaration that I was going to stay in school forever, and so far, I'm thinking that might still be the case, lol. :)
I have made friends with my bus driver though :) And I'm kinda obsessed with all the fun "professional" outfits I get to wear- I feel very sexy in them.
I got to see Daddy on Sunday when I moved into my apartment. :) He had been storing my stuff. But I only got to see him for a couple hours. :( He's so busy these days, and I probably won't get to see him this weekend either! I MISS him, And that means more time without a spanking! *stomps foot* I want to spend time with my Daddy!!! It's not fair! Why does he have to be so busy! *throws tantrum*
POUT!
grumble grumble. Ok, that's enough of my personal life drama for ya'll I assume. I'm going to finish the story (or what I remember of it by this point- again i'm SO sorry) tomorrow night, and do another post this weekend, I promise. I appreciate all the nice comments everyone has left and the emails people have sent.
xoxo
Princess Kelly
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
A New Experience (Francesca's Point of View)
Revelation one: “there was a point at which we could have pursued a sexual relationship, but for the sake of our friendship chose not to.”
Note: I think Kelly decided this and I just followed.
I crossed the line with Kelly in a very real way. This wasn’t a drunken New Year’s kiss, or cuddling during movies, or a dinner date that nudged the boundaries. I saw my feet walking over the line. The line is generally blurry. Not a clear blur between actions, but something I could tell if I was sneaking up on it, but not until I was very close, like the edge of the water and the sky. Friday the line materialized light a repainted crosswalk. And it was crossed.
Saturday, the next day, was Kelly’s birthday. She had been acting out slightly because she was sad that since she was in Dallas and her “daddy” was on the east coast, she wouldn’t be receiving an appropriate birthday spanking. Then her mother broke her elbow. When John, the daddy found out he immediately thought of me and made a bet with me that Babs would turn me on in some way when I got to Kelly’s house that night. Luckily for everyone involved (I think), John only vaguely understands what it is I am “into”. And he lost the bet. Not really having a way to pay up or carry out any sort of humiliation on one another as we live roughly 1100miles away, we channeled Kelly.
Via text message the bet made was that the winner would give a spanking. To whom was not specified. I had won. I was going to give a spanking. I kept waiting for Kelly to say No, that’s silly. We don’t need to. I wasn’t involved. Anything. Maybe she did, but I didn’t hear it. What I finally did heat her say was “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” I did and I didn’t and I felt like I was feet away from trains colliding. I couldn’t say no. I don’t think I said anything. I pulled her panties down when John told her to. That was my answer.
(Midway through of course, she began asking what her lesson was and why she was in this. Did you know that Kelly has serious back talking or “commentary” problems? I wasn’t exactly surprised.)
She brought me the pool table brush (its true function, I’m still not sure) and lay down across my lap. I was seated in the middle of the couch. The pool table brush is difficult to handle. It doesn’t have a handle. The wood is bristles all the way down, reminded me of the brushes used on horses. The wood was heavy, but the bristles were soft in my hand. It took a bit to figure out if the brush or my wrist should be doing the work. Then we moved off the couch and Kelly had a few minutes of corner time.
We weren’t through yet, teaching my girl a lesson for letting us bet. Yeah, that was the lesson. Riiight. Kelly was leaned over the corner of the pool table with her dress pulled up and her panties abandoned on the floor near the couch. I found it much easier this time, both from the warm up on the couch and the change in position. I think it is probably much easier to put a six year old over your knee than a 19 year old.
Through the entire exercise, John was instructing us on what exactly to do, like on tv dramas when Joe Some performs heart surgery because they’re stuck in an elevator and he needs to save this guy and has the chief of surgery on speed dial on his cell, so that I was just doing the motions, mostly. The instruction let me distance myself from the actions and made it and ok sort of thing for us to be doing. I was not Francesca spanking Kelly; I was being told to, by an authority figure. This let me cross the line safely, and the end I was able to step back over the line, into my lane of Francesca the Friend.
xoxo
Princesses Francesca and Kelly
PS. Everyone thank Francesca for her wonderful story! Luv ya'll! :)
Note: I think Kelly decided this and I just followed.
I crossed the line with Kelly in a very real way. This wasn’t a drunken New Year’s kiss, or cuddling during movies, or a dinner date that nudged the boundaries. I saw my feet walking over the line. The line is generally blurry. Not a clear blur between actions, but something I could tell if I was sneaking up on it, but not until I was very close, like the edge of the water and the sky. Friday the line materialized light a repainted crosswalk. And it was crossed.
Saturday, the next day, was Kelly’s birthday. She had been acting out slightly because she was sad that since she was in Dallas and her “daddy” was on the east coast, she wouldn’t be receiving an appropriate birthday spanking. Then her mother broke her elbow. When John, the daddy found out he immediately thought of me and made a bet with me that Babs would turn me on in some way when I got to Kelly’s house that night. Luckily for everyone involved (I think), John only vaguely understands what it is I am “into”. And he lost the bet. Not really having a way to pay up or carry out any sort of humiliation on one another as we live roughly 1100miles away, we channeled Kelly.
Via text message the bet made was that the winner would give a spanking. To whom was not specified. I had won. I was going to give a spanking. I kept waiting for Kelly to say No, that’s silly. We don’t need to. I wasn’t involved. Anything. Maybe she did, but I didn’t hear it. What I finally did heat her say was “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” I did and I didn’t and I felt like I was feet away from trains colliding. I couldn’t say no. I don’t think I said anything. I pulled her panties down when John told her to. That was my answer.
(Midway through of course, she began asking what her lesson was and why she was in this. Did you know that Kelly has serious back talking or “commentary” problems? I wasn’t exactly surprised.)
She brought me the pool table brush (its true function, I’m still not sure) and lay down across my lap. I was seated in the middle of the couch. The pool table brush is difficult to handle. It doesn’t have a handle. The wood is bristles all the way down, reminded me of the brushes used on horses. The wood was heavy, but the bristles were soft in my hand. It took a bit to figure out if the brush or my wrist should be doing the work. Then we moved off the couch and Kelly had a few minutes of corner time.
We weren’t through yet, teaching my girl a lesson for letting us bet. Yeah, that was the lesson. Riiight. Kelly was leaned over the corner of the pool table with her dress pulled up and her panties abandoned on the floor near the couch. I found it much easier this time, both from the warm up on the couch and the change in position. I think it is probably much easier to put a six year old over your knee than a 19 year old.
Through the entire exercise, John was instructing us on what exactly to do, like on tv dramas when Joe Some performs heart surgery because they’re stuck in an elevator and he needs to save this guy and has the chief of surgery on speed dial on his cell, so that I was just doing the motions, mostly. The instruction let me distance myself from the actions and made it and ok sort of thing for us to be doing. I was not Francesca spanking Kelly; I was being told to, by an authority figure. This let me cross the line safely, and the end I was able to step back over the line, into my lane of Francesca the Friend.
xoxo
Princesses Francesca and Kelly
PS. Everyone thank Francesca for her wonderful story! Luv ya'll! :)
Saturday, June 6, 2009
A New Experience Part 1 (Kelly's POV)
So, Francesca said that she is mostly done with her side of this story (which I think I might be more curious to read than anyone else! lol) so I thought I should atleast get part way through my side of it.
So this all happened last Friday, the night before my birthday, and Francesca and I were hanging out in my back house (game room type place above the garage). Daddy and Francesca know each other pretty well, through me of course, and we've all talked on the phone on a number of occasions. Daddy even sent me to the corner once when I was with her (mean Daddy *pout*). Anywho, so this all started with my mother breaking her arm that morning. The only reason that's important is bc Francesca's into casting (a type of medical bondage) and Daddy's first thought when I told him about my mom was that Francesca would get all hot and bothered. By my mother.
LMAO
So then texts ensued, and Daddy tried to arrange a bet about whether or not Francesca would get hot and bothered, but they never really agreed on terms (I voted that the winner spank the loser- since they both would like that if they won and hate it if they lost- but it didn't totally catch on with Daddy). Anywho, so Francesca comes over and is not aroused based mainly on the fact that its my mother (who we lovingly refer to as the wicked witch of the west) and apparently it wasn't a good cast- just something they through on in the ER. Daddy when he called, was not pleased to hear this, and became a bit of a sore loser. And THEN he had the audacity to blame ME for his loss, saying that I did not give him the full information!
*coughbullshitcough*
And I was like, sorry Daddy, a bet's a bet. Francesca needs to give a spanking. And Daddy goes, "Yes she does Kelly. Where are you guys?" "In the back house," I replied. "Perfect," Daddy drolled, sounding far too smug for my liking. "Go get the pool table brush."
Now, a bit behind the pool table brush. The pool table brush is a mean SOB that if given to Daddy would reduce me to tears in under a minute. It's not too heavy or big, but its a very solid wood that stings like a mofo. And I used to LOVE it when I self spanked in middle school and high school. I actually scorched my bottom with it once. And of course, Daddy knows all about that. I should have seen it coming.
What happened next all just happened so fast. And I mean, I could never disobey Daddy, and I guess this was a fairly natural place for Francesca and I to go, and it wasn't all that suprising. But still, it was not expected at that moment! I don't think all of this was something that we would have done on our own (we decided long ago not to let our relationship become sexual, and this just pushed that border) but with Daddy telling us exactly what to do (So hot btw) we didn't feel like it was really us, know what I mean?
So that day I looked pretty cute, if I do say so myself. I'd gone out to a nice lunch, and was all done up, and wearing a very pretty black and white 1950s style sundress, which just happens to be one of my favorite things to be spanked in. Its a linen like cotton with a light petticoat that feels so exquisit when it's lifted over my bottom. Daddy told me to give Francesca the brush, and then to lay myself over her lap, her sitting on the middle of the couch. I was so stunned, I couldn't help but obey. And then Daddy told her to lift my dress. I must say, that my previous post about exposure was wrong. The most exposed I have ever felt in my entire life was that moment. No doubt in my mind. I was actually feeling very aware of myself, and embarassed- and I wasn't even bare yet!
That didn't last long though. Daddy asked her what my panties looked like. I groaned inwardly. I loved my panties, but they were very ironic. Navy blue cotton cheeky panties with blue lace trim that say "Miss Pink America" on the bottom. Very appropriate they both agreed. I blushed. Then daddy told her to put her hands in the sides, and told me to lift my hips so she could pull them down. I protested a bit, Daddy scolded me, and I obeyed, lifting my hips so she could pull them down to my thighs.
I was now bare bottomed over the lap of my best friend about to be spanked for a completely fictious reason with my Daddy on speaker phone dictating what we were to do on the last day of my 19th year. He then told her to pick up the brush.....
To Be Continued...
xoxo
Princess Kelly
So this all happened last Friday, the night before my birthday, and Francesca and I were hanging out in my back house (game room type place above the garage). Daddy and Francesca know each other pretty well, through me of course, and we've all talked on the phone on a number of occasions. Daddy even sent me to the corner once when I was with her (mean Daddy *pout*). Anywho, so this all started with my mother breaking her arm that morning. The only reason that's important is bc Francesca's into casting (a type of medical bondage) and Daddy's first thought when I told him about my mom was that Francesca would get all hot and bothered. By my mother.
LMAO
So then texts ensued, and Daddy tried to arrange a bet about whether or not Francesca would get hot and bothered, but they never really agreed on terms (I voted that the winner spank the loser- since they both would like that if they won and hate it if they lost- but it didn't totally catch on with Daddy). Anywho, so Francesca comes over and is not aroused based mainly on the fact that its my mother (who we lovingly refer to as the wicked witch of the west) and apparently it wasn't a good cast- just something they through on in the ER. Daddy when he called, was not pleased to hear this, and became a bit of a sore loser. And THEN he had the audacity to blame ME for his loss, saying that I did not give him the full information!
*coughbullshitcough*
And I was like, sorry Daddy, a bet's a bet. Francesca needs to give a spanking. And Daddy goes, "Yes she does Kelly. Where are you guys?" "In the back house," I replied. "Perfect," Daddy drolled, sounding far too smug for my liking. "Go get the pool table brush."
Now, a bit behind the pool table brush. The pool table brush is a mean SOB that if given to Daddy would reduce me to tears in under a minute. It's not too heavy or big, but its a very solid wood that stings like a mofo. And I used to LOVE it when I self spanked in middle school and high school. I actually scorched my bottom with it once. And of course, Daddy knows all about that. I should have seen it coming.
What happened next all just happened so fast. And I mean, I could never disobey Daddy, and I guess this was a fairly natural place for Francesca and I to go, and it wasn't all that suprising. But still, it was not expected at that moment! I don't think all of this was something that we would have done on our own (we decided long ago not to let our relationship become sexual, and this just pushed that border) but with Daddy telling us exactly what to do (So hot btw) we didn't feel like it was really us, know what I mean?
So that day I looked pretty cute, if I do say so myself. I'd gone out to a nice lunch, and was all done up, and wearing a very pretty black and white 1950s style sundress, which just happens to be one of my favorite things to be spanked in. Its a linen like cotton with a light petticoat that feels so exquisit when it's lifted over my bottom. Daddy told me to give Francesca the brush, and then to lay myself over her lap, her sitting on the middle of the couch. I was so stunned, I couldn't help but obey. And then Daddy told her to lift my dress. I must say, that my previous post about exposure was wrong. The most exposed I have ever felt in my entire life was that moment. No doubt in my mind. I was actually feeling very aware of myself, and embarassed- and I wasn't even bare yet!
That didn't last long though. Daddy asked her what my panties looked like. I groaned inwardly. I loved my panties, but they were very ironic. Navy blue cotton cheeky panties with blue lace trim that say "Miss Pink America" on the bottom. Very appropriate they both agreed. I blushed. Then daddy told her to put her hands in the sides, and told me to lift my hips so she could pull them down. I protested a bit, Daddy scolded me, and I obeyed, lifting my hips so she could pull them down to my thighs.
I was now bare bottomed over the lap of my best friend about to be spanked for a completely fictious reason with my Daddy on speaker phone dictating what we were to do on the last day of my 19th year. He then told her to pick up the brush.....
To Be Continued...
xoxo
Princess Kelly
Spank the Naughty Blogger
*Hangs head in shame*
I'm so sorry team. I feel terrible. It's been a week since my Birthday, and I have yet to respond properly to all of the nice comments people left here, and to post my promised posts. I'm so sorry- I honestly have no good excuse. I guess I just needed a break from my computer for a bit. When I went fishing (which was great btw) I was without technology, which while scary
for the first hour, was very freeing after that. I'm sorry though, for being rude by not responding to people's kind messages, and for letting people down who were looking forward to more posts.
for the first hour, was very freeing after that. I'm sorry though, for being rude by not responding to people's kind messages, and for letting people down who were looking forward to more posts.I am posting something tonight- I don't know what to be honest. I think personal stories seem more daunting to me, so it might be something else, one of the topics, first, but I'm not sure. But I do promise that something, WILL be posted by midnight tonight. I've been so happy about how people have been responding to my blog lately, and I feel worried that I let people down just when I was starting to regain people's faith in my dependability, but I
'm hoping that everyone will stick with me.
'm hoping that everyone will stick with me.In apology, here are a couple of the pics from that fateful night, and a couple other random ones. Oh! And I went to Victoria's Secret today as part of Daddy's b-day gift to me, and so new panties might be coming soon! :) His other present? A wooden hairbrush set! I'll take pictures. It's wonderful :). 
Oh another random thought- Mark Harmon (Gibbs on NCIS) NEEDS to be a spanker, and if could come spank me, I would really appreciate it ;). lol
Last thing, as the title says, I feel really guilty about not responding to people and not posting, so for ever comment I have not at this moment responded to, and every comment that comes to this post, I will ask Daddy (or the next person to spank me) to give me 5 with the implement of the commen
tors choice, or if they don't choose, 5 with the my new hairbrush. Copious photos and an account will follow.
tors choice, or if they don't choose, 5 with the my new hairbrush. Copious photos and an account will follow. Love ya'll!
xoxo
Princess Kelly
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Holy Shit, Did that Really Just Happen?!?!!
So that is the most appropriate title I could think of for what occured last Friday night. I did get an early birthday spanking, as one of my commenters (I believe Francesca) posted. I also was spanked by a girl for the first time ever. And this was COMPLETELY unexpected.
Here's a bit of a tease: me, bottomless, over the corner of my pool table getting spanked with a pool brush by my best friend while Daddy scolds me on the phone.
Oh, and there are pictures.
Intrigued? You should be. I'll be posting about it soon (by the end of the day I hope). And if everyone is super friendly and encouraging, Francesca might be willing to write a post about Her side of the story (which, since this was her first ever time giving a spanking, should be Very interesting).
xoxo
Princess Kelly
PS. Thank you everyone for all of the Birthday wishes and swats! hehe. Being 20 I must say is pretty cool. :)
Here's a bit of a tease: me, bottomless, over the corner of my pool table getting spanked with a pool brush by my best friend while Daddy scolds me on the phone.
Oh, and there are pictures.
Intrigued? You should be. I'll be posting about it soon (by the end of the day I hope). And if everyone is super friendly and encouraging, Francesca might be willing to write a post about Her side of the story (which, since this was her first ever time giving a spanking, should be Very interesting).
xoxo
Princess Kelly
PS. Thank you everyone for all of the Birthday wishes and swats! hehe. Being 20 I must say is pretty cool. :)
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