Friday, June 26, 2009

A Dream Fantasy: Do spanking orgy's happen at spanking parties?

Hey there,
I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who has been so supportive of me these last few days. It has been really hard, and your words of encouragement have meant more to me than I can adequately express. I lost my boyfriend, my Daddy, and my best friend, and so I’m mourning for quite a bit. Despite the fact that I know that this is probably for the best, and that in the end, he wasn’t good for me, it still hurts.

I’ve been actually doing a lot better the last few days than I expected I would, in large part because of all my friends who have been so supportive. I think also, I’m repressing a bit, pretending like this isn’t really all happening. But I think that’s only healthy. To really think about what is truly going on is to be assaulted by an avalanche, that I just can’t handle.

But none of that is why I’m posting right now. Why I’m posting is because I’m doing well enough that I can, and because I have something to write that has absolutely nothing to do with him! This is supposed to be my space. My place to express myself, and make friends, and I shouldn’t let him ruin that. Of course, this new found strength will come and go, but for the moment I would like to share with you the most amazing dream that I had last night. Well, it started as a dream, then as I woke up and started playing with myself (I ended up taking a cab to work ;)) it became a fantasy, but it’s just too yummy not to share. (btw, I was able to cum, but not as hard as I normally do, and should have, given the story, but I suppose that’s to be expected. I almost felt guilty while playing since I wasn’t thinking about him.)

I was being spanked by a beautiful woman, over her knee, completely naked. She was very strong and professional looking, and we were in an austere room. Being completely naked definitely made me feel exposed, since I was so out of place, but I didn’t really notice my surroundings much at first.

The woman then stopped spanking, paused, and then spread my cheeks wide apart using both of her hands.“Tsk Tsk” she murmured, “spread your legs for me,” she commanded, tapping the insides of my thighs. I obeyed, and she spread my cheeks farther, from the base of the bottom, so my pussy was spread apart as well as my bottom hole being exposed. I could feel the cool air blowing against my wet, exposed lips.

She then looked very closely at my insides and said, “hm…Mr. Jonathon, can you come here for a second please?”

And that’s when I realized we weren’t alone. Mr. Jonathon was there, as well as several others, both men and women, but none of them had really been paying attention. They had been going about as if it was nothing for this woman to be spanking a young, naked girl over her knee.

Mr. Jonathon came over and said, “yes Ms. Angel?”

“Does this look normal to you?” She replied, gesturing towards my swollen kitty which was still fully on display from her spreading. Mr. Jonathon had come over on that side, and I was mortified, knowing he could see everything, as I was bent and tipped over oh so far.

Mr. Jonathon then looked and hmmed, and knelt down. To my complete embarrassment, he then touched and rubbed my wetness with his finger and then appeared to analyze it as though he were conducting a science experiment.

“Well Ms. Angel,” he replied, “It is not uncommon, but it is clear that this patient has been extra naughty.”

“Of course sir. I will take care of it.,” she said as she to slid her finger inside of me, examining my pussy. She then proceeded to give me a very firm spanking for the next 5 or 10 minutes. Mr. Jonathon stayed and watched this time, much to my embarrassment. Every time I kicked or squirmed at all and my legs spread he could see all of my charms.

Ms. Angel then paused again, and once again spread my red hot bottom cheeks wide, only for both of them to discover that I was even wetter!

They then called over a handful of other people, both men and women, to come and take a look, each taking a turn examining and probing me. As they continued to explore and invade, I got wetter and wetter. Someone then mentioned that perhaps they should try beads. So as Ms. Angel held my cheeks, one person had their fingers inside my pussy, and Mr. Jonathon inserted the beads in my bottom.

I moaned and mewed, almost crying from embarrassment and arousal. And then, after they each did another exam, she began spanking again on the fullest part of my bottom, and I came, hard over her lap while everyone watched.

They were all shocked and tsk-ed to themselves. One of them came over and removed the beads. Ms. Angel then flipped me over so I was sitting in her lap as another beautiful woman (who’s beauty made my nipples hard and made me very aware of my nudity) pulled up a chair and sat down hip to hip with Ms. Angel and the two of them stretched me out on my back, over their two laps.

I was so humiliated. They could all see my chest and face and then Ms. Angel and the other girl lifted up my legs so that I was in diaper position. They also opened my legs wide, and I could feel the air on my pussy. I tried to hide my face and breasts with my arms, but one of them grabbed them, holding my hands firmly above my head so I was completely exposed.

Mr. Jonathon then came back over, looking analytically, and gently probed and fingered my dripping pussy. He then declared to the others (not to me, no one ever addressed me) that my pussy needed to be spanked, and he proceeded to do just that. As he did Ms. Angel (who’s stunning face I was now forced to watch) played with my breasts and lightly tickle tortured me as well.

I then came, hard, squirting all over Mr. Jonathon’s hand. The other woman shook her head and tsked again, wiping me up with a towel, as though I were a child, and incapable of doing it myself.

As I was recovering, Mr. Jonathon whispered something in a man’s ear. The man then returned with a butt plug and a small dildo type object. The plug was placed in my bottom, and the dildo inserted into my kitty. I was then dressed in panties that were far too tight, in order to keep them both in place, Mr. Jonathon informed Ms. Angel. He told her that I was to wear them for the rest of the day........

Then I woke up. :(

I know desperately want to be in a room full of spankos. I think when I finally get to go to a spanking party, my room, is going to be a spanking orgy room. Can we say, yes please?

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Kelly has gone from being listed as "in a relationship" to "single"

I no longer have a boyfriend or a daddy, and no, I am not ok.

This place is crawling with him. The whole thing reminds me of him.

I just need some time away from here.

Comments and emails as always are appreciated and I will try my best to get back to people quickly. And I do always read them. But I won't be posting on here for a while probably.

I'm sorry. I just can't do this.

Kelly (I'm not his princess anymore).

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Working Hard, or Hardly Working

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*


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.

Princess Kelly

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.

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.


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!


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...

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.

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.

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 commentors choice, or if they don't choose, 5 with the my new hairbrush. Copious photos and an account will follow.
Love ya'll!


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).

Princess Kelly

PS. Thank you everyone for all of the Birthday wishes and swats! hehe. Being 20 I must say is pretty cool. :)