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The Traveling Hairbrush Salesman Pt.1
Mr Winter looked himself in his pocket mirror as he approached his next house. By the look of it, it was well taken care of. The lawn was cut and flowers in bloom. He put on pleasant smile, walked the last few steps towards the door and knocked
-Elizabeth looked up from her housework with a start. She took a moment to wash off her hands, finishing the last of her dishes before calling out-
“just a moment! I’ll be right with you!”
-Elizabeth dried her hands on her apron, checking her reflection and making sure to straighten a stray hair before opening the door with a smile-
“Hello Sir”
Mr Winter widened his smile slightly. The lady in front of him was very easy on the eye
”Good day Madame. What a lovely house you have here. I am Mr Martin Winter and I come from Smack Brushes and I was wondering if I would have the honor to show you a few samples of our stock. I promise that they will not disappoint you. We have hairbrushes for every opportunity. Large, small, heavy and lighter.”
He raised his briefcase to let Elizabeth know that he had something inside
-Elizabeth’s eyes lit up at the idea of having a new hairbrush. She was in need of a new one and a break from her housework was appreciated. Elizabeth stepped to the side, happily inviting the handsome man inside-
“Please come in Mr. Winters. I’d love to see your stock and discuss this further.”
Mr Winter nodded politely at her and stepped inside the neatly cleaned house. He removed his hat and put it on a chair.
”Thank you very much. Where do you want me to do the presentation?”
-Elizabeth considered his polite request. She would say the kitchen but she was in the process of cleaning it before she was interrupted. Elizabeth cleared her throat as she spoke confidently, hoping mister winters wouldn’t pry-
“let’s go to the living room. Can I get you a drink or anything? Do you need anything for your presentation?”
-Elizabeth tried her best to be a gracious host-
Mr Winter smiled at her. Thinking the living room would be just fine.
”Yes, please. A drink would be fine. Whatever the house can offer.”
he smiled again
”And just a table that I can open the briefcase on will be fine.”
-Elizabeth gave a small curtsey before busying herself. She quickly walked to her kitchen and grabbed a folding table and some ice cold lemonade for Mr. Winters. Elizabeth hurried back, setting up the table and handing the lemonade to the man. Elizabeth took a seat on a chair, smiling at the well dressed man as she eagerly awaited the presentation-
”Thank you” he said and took a deep sip of the cold drink.
he put his briefcase down on the table and opened it up, showing a large variety of brushes
”As you can see I wasn't lying. We really do have a brush for every moment. This one will make wonders with your hair”
he handed Elizabeth a big wooden brush
”Do you have children? We have smaller brushes too, that are easy for them to handle.”
-Elizabeth smiled, picturing how amazing it would be to have children of her own. She snapped herself back to reality, clearing her throat as she spoke-
“N…no sir. Not yet. My husband and I have been trying but so far we’ve been unsuccessful”
-Elizabeth admired the collection of brushes, looking at the one she was handed and adoring it’s superior craftsmanship-
”Ah. Yes…”
He smiled with compassion.
”Everything in due time, right?”
He cleared his throat
”Quite a piece, isn't it. I am sure you will love it”
He lowered his voice somewhat
”And I am sure your husband will approve of it too, if he finds himself unsatisfied with your housework”
-Elizabeth blushed slightly as she thought about the man’s words. She looked away, speaking firmly-
“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re implying Mister Winters. My house is in perfect shape and I am a model housewife.”
-Elizabeth’s eyes darted to the kitchen, remembering that she was in the process of finishing the housework so in reality it was currently unkept-
Mr Winter chuckled
”Oh, I am sure it usually is. But all women gets a bit…distracted at times. Don't you? And I noticed you have looked at the kitchen my entire stay. Is there something you do not want me to see?”
Mr Winter stood up and walked for the kitchen
“Now wait just a moment sir!”
-Elizabeth tried to protest as mister winters walked toward her unclean kitchen. She was trying to be firm and commanding, after all this was her house, but mister winters was a man and as a result he was the true authoritarian in this situation-
-as they both entered the kitchen mister winters could see the dishes that were half done, unclean tablecloth, floors that hadn’t been mopped, and a stove in need of a good clean-
Mr Winter stopped as he reached the kitchen.
”Tsk, tsk, tsk. What a mess. The model housewife, was it?”
He turned and faced the young lady
”I am sure your husband would not approve of his wife speaking false in his own home. But I am positive he would want me to deal with you right now. Go fetch the brush.”
He spoke in a tone making it clear there was nothing to discuss
-Elizabeth’s cheeks burned red with shame as her jaw dropped. She was about to protest but not her tongue, knowing that if she objected she would likely be punished worse.-
“Yes sir”
-Elizabeth walked back into the living room, looking at the once beautiful hairbrushes with dread. She picked a heavy wooden one, hoping that if she chose a harsher brush that maybe mister winters would go east on her and spare her. She walked back to the waiting mister winters slowly, holding out the brush-
“H…here you are sir. As requested. P…please be gentle”
[Part Two]
The Traveling Hairbrush Salesman Pt.2
[Part One]
He grabbed it from her and tried the backside of the brush in his palm.
”Yes, this one will do the trick.”
He gave her a stern look before he took one of the kitchen chairs and pulled it out from the table and sat himself down. He patted his knee
”I am certain you are well acquainted with this young lady. Now bend over my lap”
he raised his arms to make room for her over his sturdy lap
-Elizabeth fidgeted for a moment, only having the unfortunate luck to end up across 3 men’s laps in her life, her father’s, her grandfather’s, and her husband’s. As she climbed across mister winters lap she felt fear and shame. The 3 men who had spanked her before did so out of love… this man was doing so simply to correct her, a thought which truly terrified her-
Mr Winter let Elizabeth bend over his lap before he easily grabbed her hips and adjusted her slender body slightly. Without even saying a word and reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up, revealing what was underneath
”Alright, young lady. I will make sure you remember this for a long time”
-Elizabeth blushed dark red as she felt her dress being grabbed. Elizabeth shook her head no as she struggled on the salesman’s lap, trying to reach back and cover her pastel pink bloomers with ruffles on the bum-
“W…wait! Wait Sir! Certainly this isn’t necessary!”
”Keep those hands on the floor or you will regret yourself!”
he snapped at her before he raised his right arm into the air and let the brush land on Elizabeth's pink bloomers with a loud ”SMACK”. He raised the arm again and once again brought down the heavy brush on the poor young lady's bottom. And then the spanking was on.
-Elizabeth put her hands on the floor, her bottom in the air and we’ll positioned to receive the full assault of the hairbrush. Elizabeth yelped as her panties provided little protection from the evil brush-
“Yeowwww ow! Sir this is highly unorthodox! Nnnnnnnn I’m much too old for a spanking and you could damage the brush!!! Owwwwww”
”Don't worry young lady. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. The brush is high quality and made to endure spanking a woman's bottom!”
he gripped Elizabeth around her waist to hold her still in position as he increased the intensity in the spanking, making sure that every inch of the firm, round bottom over his lap was given its fair share of the brush
-Elizabeth blushed dark red as she whined and sniffles. Her bottom was under fire and there was little she could do for it. Elizabeth kicked her feet as she tried to escape your grip and the harsh spanking she had earned-
“Owwwww owwwwwww I can yeowwwww I can tell it’s high quality!!! Now stop it this instant sir!”
-Elizabeth tried to be firm and took a very aggressive tone, an act that would most certainly earn her a soaping or some other harsh punishment if her husband heard-
”I beg your pardon?! Don't you dare try and order me what to do. You are full of bad attitude, aren't you, young lady?”
he reached down and with one movement lowered your pink underwear, revealing an even pinker bottom. Without hesitation he raised the brush again and began to flatten out Elizabeth bare bottom over and over again
“No no no wait! I’m sorry Sir! I’m sorry! Yeowwwwwww!!! Owieeeeeeee!!! Please owwwwwww!”
-Elizabeth kicked and struggled pointlessly. Her panties found her knees as her spanking found a new level of intensity. Her pink cheeks heated up under the cruel wrath of the brush. Elizabeth fought back tears, trying not to seem weak in front of this stranger. She wanted to seem tough and charge, despite her childish predicament-
”Yes, I can tell you are very sorry young lady! Sorry and sore!”
Mr Winter gripped Elizabeth firmer around her waist, keeping her in position despite her struggle and kicking. He enjoyed her firm bottom turning redder with each impact of the heavy wooden brush.
-Elizabeth tried her best to fight off the inevitable but before long tears began to trickle down her cheeks. Elizabeth gripped mister winters ankle tight, her feet flailing as she tried to endure the torrent of swats the brush was delivering onto her bottom. Elizabeth sobbed as she felt small and childish being spanked by the thick heavy wood-
Mr Winter could tell and hear the tears slowly appearing on the young lady's cheek. With a few more firm swats he stopped and put the big brush down
”There we go.”
He let his manly hand run over the warm and swollen cheeks
”I really hope you have learnt yourself a good lesson today young lady”
-Elizabeth sniffles as she sobbed, her shoulders rising and falling and as she cried. Elizabeth tried to compose herself, hoping that she wasn’t acting too childish. Elizabeth winced as her throbbing cheeks were rubbed, moaning slightly as she desperately wanted to rub her own cheeks-
“I…I learned my lesson s…s…sir.”
Mr Winter nodded as he slowly ran his hand over Elizabeths bottom. He gave it a few pats
”Good. Good. Now off to the corner with you. Keep the dress up and hands on head. Absolutely no rubbing!”
-Elizabeth stood, her makeup now a runny mess as she shuffled awkwardly to the corner. As she walked her panties made her steps short but she managed to make it to the corner without falling. She hadn’t been put in the corner since she was a child. Her husband normally spanked her and ordered her to finish her work. Elizabeth tucked her dress up, groaning as she wish desperately to be allowed to rub. She was thankful she had been told to put her hands on her head so that her hands were far away from the temptation of rubbing her heated posterior-
Mr Winter leaned back in his chair, looking at the young woman in the corner. There was something special with watching a good craftmanship he thought as he watched Elizabeth red glowing bottom. He sat still and just enjoyed the view for a few minutes before he got up and walked into the living room to collect the briefcase and brushes. He soon reappeared in the kitchen and sat down again
-Elizabeth shifted her weight from foot to foot, trying to sooth her bottom. Unfortunately for Elizabeth the fidgeting and squirming didn’t help at all. Her bottom was aching as she waited for her time out to pass. She stayed quiet, finally managing to stop crying and composer herself a small amount-
Mr Winter finally thought Elizabeth had had enough time to think about her experiance
”Alright young lady. You can step out from the corner now.”
he kept his eyes locked on her
-Elizabeth turned and immediately tried to pull up her panties, wanting to fix and compose herself as she rubbed her bottom with one hand. She looked at the man sitting at her kitchen table, and grimaced as she physically felt the power difference in this moment-
Mr Winter smiled at the little show. The lady of the house trying to make herself presentable again, with her clothes wrinkly and her face a mess from the ruined make up
”I hope you will remember this for a long time”
-Elizabeth nodded as she pulled up her underwear and fixed her dress. She couldn’t fix her makeup yet but did her best to at least fix her clothing. Elizabeth walked over to where mister winters was sitting and sat across from him, whimpering as she sat on the hard wooden seat. Elizabeth cleared her throat, pretending it wasn’t terribly uncomfortable-
“s…so mister winters… how much does one of your brushes cost?”
Mr Winter smiled friendly again. As he opened the briefcase.
”The brush you just became familiar with will be yours for 50 cent. Or you can choose three for a dollar”
-Elizabeth blushed as mister winters remarked about her spanking so matter of factly. She shifted slightly in her seat as she was forced to remember the painful ordeal. Elizabeth stood up and pulled out a dollar, admiring the salesman’s stock before picking out three. The one she just became familiar with, a lighter one with a wide head, and a small one designed for a child-
“May I have these ones sir?”
Nods friendly
”Certainly. You have excellent taste. I am sure you and your husband will be very satiesfied with your selection.
Well. I believe I must get on my way. But it was a pleasure meeting you.”
He closes the briefcase
-Elizabeth smiled as she helped walk the salesman out. She wondered if any of her neighbors had a similar “conversation” with the nice salesman-
“It was very nice meeting you too sir. Thanks again for the beautiful brushes”
-Elizabeth couldn’t help but blush as she saw herself in the mirror, seeing the evidence of her recent spanking on her face. She ushered mister winters out and quickly returned to her tasks, her hot bottom a great motivator to work hard-
Mr Winter grabbed his hat, gave the newly spanked housewife a small nod and left for the next housewife to get familiar with the brush
[End of Scene]
Annalyse's First Christmas Tree - Part 1
-Annalyse walked into the café, smiling as she breathed in the beautiful aromas of the coffee shop. She smiled, enjoying the sight as she unbuttoned her coat and took off her scarf. She set the garments down on a table along with her hat and gloves. Annalyse walked up to the counter and ordered herself a hot chocolate. She wasn’t very big on coffee but she still wanted a warm drink to pair nicely with the cold weather. She smiled at Gene Avery, finding him pretty cute. Annalyse brushed a bit of her hair behind her ear as she waited for her coffee. Her maroon sweater and black pants complemented her figure nicely-
-Gene mixed up the hot chocolate adding a little bit of frothed milk to give it an extra bit of creaminess to contrast against the rich chocolate. He served it in a wide cappuccino mug, set atop a matching saucer, and between a napkin that hat the cafe's logo on it.-
"I think this is the first time I've seen you here," he said with a warm smile and set the drink in front of her at the bar. "Thanks for stopping in. I'm Gene."
-Annalyse blushed a little as she looked at the barista-
I uh… don’t get out much.
-that technically wasn’t a lie. Annalyse tended to stay at home because of her high social status. She didn’t like being surrounded by people wanting to exploit her money or fame-
It’s nice to meet you gene. I’m Annalyse.
"It's very nice to meet you too, Annalyse, and if you don't get out much than I'm all the more flattered that you decided to stop in."
-Gene quickly went cleaning up the equipment he used to make the order. When he was done he dried off his hands with the clean dish towel he had slung over his shoulder. He wore jeans and a red flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. Overtop of which he had his favorite work apron, made from blue denim with a brown coffee color for the straps.-
"How do you like your hot chocolate?"
-Annalyse took the beverage, blowing on it delicately. She took a sip, careful to follow proper educate and not make a mess. Her eyes widened as she enjoyed the warm drink. She let out an involuntary moan-
Mmmmmmmm this is delicious!
-Annalyse looked at gene, blushing as she tried to pull back and hide her delight. Annalyse spoke quietly-
It’s uh… it’s okay… thank you.
-Gene chuckled at the double reviews-
"I'll take an 'Mmmmmmmm—alright.'
I tried to make a little more special than just the packets you add hot water to. I'm guessing that hot chocolate orders are going to start ramping up now that's it's cold and snowing out. Which reminds me, I should really decorate for Christmas sooner rather than later. I was thinking of getting a real Christmas tree even. I think it would look nice setup over there by the fire."
-Gene pointed to a cozy looking corner of the cafe with serveral arm chairs and a love seat flanked around an inviting gas fireplace.-
"I've always loved the smell of fresh pine. The only question is where to get one. I know you don't get out much, but do you happen to know of any good tree lots around here?"
-Annalyse admired the cozy little sitting area. She had never gotten a Christmas tree before. Christmas wasn’t really celebrated in the vansaxon house-
Do pine trees smell good? Oh uh… no sorry… I’ve never had a Christmas tree before. I wouldn’t know where to get one.
-Annalyse wasn’t sure why she said the next part, maybe it was just to prevent any further questions or further mask who she was-
My uh… my family is pretty poor so we never had the ability to get a tree
"Oh, I’m sorry to hear that…
Yeah, pine trees smell lovely. You’d probably recognize the scent right away if you smelt one. It’s woody, but also has this almost spicy cinnamon like quality to it.
Picking out a tree was always a really exciting time for me as a boy, it kind of kicked off the whole holiday season, you know?"
-Gene glanced down at the bar pensively for a moment.-
"And going to a tree lot is all fine and good, but if you really want to do things properly you have to head out to the forest and cut one down fresh. It’s a little bit of a drive, but I do know of a Christmas Tree Forest and it’ll be a lot more fun if I have some company.
How about it, Annalyse? Are you free this weekend? Why not come out with me to get a tree? I’ll even let you pick it out yourself. You strike me as the kind of person with a good sense of style. -Gene gave her a wink.- I’m sure you could pick the perfect tree!"
-Annalyse looked at gene excited. She beamed a wide smile as she looked at gene-
You wanna go with me? Are you sure? I’ve never been. I’m sure I’d just get in the way… but if you’re serious… why wait? There’s no time like the present. Why don’t we go now?
-Annalyse finished her hot chocolate, putting on her winter clothes, eager to have this new experience with what she hoped would be a new friend-
-Gene chuckled, not expecting such a gleeful reaction from a girl who presented herself with such poshness.-
"I like your enthusiasm, Annalyse! Sure, what the hell! It’s Christmas and it’s a slow day anyhow."
-Gene hung up his apron and flicked a few switches to close up the shop. The fireplace snuffed out and the lights dimmed.-
"Here, come with me out the back, we’ll take my car."
-Gene paused, suddenly noticing something-
"Oh, um, you got a little bit of hot chocolate on your nose. Here…"
-Gene handed a napkin to his new friend. And mimed out wiping his own nose where he saw the little peak of foamed milk on the tip of her nose.-
-Annalyse blushed bright red. She took the napkin and quickly tried to wipe it off. She felt foolish, normally being more careful to keep herself clean and drink properly but in her haste she had made a small mess-
D…did I get it?
-Annalyse was flustered and embarrassed as she wiped the hot chocolate from her nose, still feeling a bit silly. She followed gene out the back to his car. Had he taken hers the lie would have unraveled immediately. Her expensive sports car definitely wasn’t the kind a poor girl would be driving-
[Part Two]
Annalyse's First Christmas Tree - Part 2
[Part One]
-Annalyse and gene drive into the lush evergreen forest. The coniferous trees are tall and beautiful, many of which are lightly dusted with white powdery snow. As they arrive at a clearing Annalyse marvels at the size of the large trees, wondering how long they’ve been here. There’s many trees of varying size, all perfect for harvesting and ready to be decorated-
-Gene easily found a space to park. There were some other cars around but it was still early in the season before most people would get their tree. There was a small shack setup that had a sled and hack saws for them to use. Gene paid the fee and the two set off looking at the trees.-
Annalyse, here.
-Gene walked up to a tree and beckoned her to join him. He took of his glove and pinched on of the pine needles between his thumb and figurers-
If you rub some of the needles between your fingers like this you’ll release the essential oils.
-He brought his fingers to his nose and the fresh evergreen aroma filled his nostrils.-
This is that pine tree smell I was talking about.
-Annalyse followed gene’s lead, taking off her gloves and rolling the needles between her fingers. She smelled them and her eyes lit up, smiling wide as she looked at gene-
Wow! Theses smell great!!!
-Annalyse looked at the trees, eager to see how this all works. She wasn’t used to all of this outside physical stuff-
So how do we pick one? Do we tell the guy and he knocks it down?
-Annalyse was genuinely unfamiliar, sounding a little naïve and silly as she tried to figure out what to do-
-Gene chuckled a little at the question.-
I’m glad you like the smell too! And nope, we do it ourselves! We’ll use the hand saw to cut it down and then load it onto the sled and pull it back.
-He pointed to the sled and the saw he had grabbed.-
They have a machine that will bind up the branches, then we load it onto the roof and had back to the shop!
The guy at the shack said he thought we’d find some good trees for the shop over on that hill. I say we start looking there. Sound good?
-Annalyse couldn’t help but scrunch up her nose a little. All this doing it herself and physical work was very foreign to her but Annalyse tried to stay positive. Gene sounded happy so maybe it would be fun. Annalyse put her glove on and smiled-
I um… I can pull the sled… if you wanna lead the way. This sounds like a lot of work but I’m gonna try my best to help!
-Annalyse sounded like she might be trying to convince herself but it seemed to work. She was ready to do this!-
Thank you! How about you pull the sled on on the way out, and I’ll pull the sled on the way back?
-Gene handed her the rope to the sled-
Don’t worry, it just glides across the snow. Especially with how lite it is right now. And we can take turns when it comes to the saw.
-Gene lead the way and after a quick hike through the snow they arrived at the far hill.-
What do you think of these, Annalyse? Think any of them would make a good Christmas tree?
-Annalyse looked at the beautiful natural trees. She admired them. They were all perfect. She had a tall tree at home that was kept and decorated for the family. It was just a seasonal event to wake up to a tree one day. But this was very different. Now she was going to choose and decorate and even cut down the tree! It was so much more involved then she imagined it would be!
Hmmmmmm well they’re all beautiful. But I really like that one!
-Annalyse picked out a beautiful full tree. It wasn’t too tall and would hopefully fit and fill in the shop nicely-
-Gene looked at the tree she had chosen.-
Excellent choice, I think this will look great in the shop!
So, now we need to cut it down. I’ll get the cut started and then you can take a turn.
-Gene got down on his knees into the snow and started to saw into the base of the trunk. After he had gotten it to the point were the cut would act as a guide, he stood up.-
Okay, your turn. Don’t worry about trying to go fast, just pull the saw all the way back, then push it all the way forward.
-Annalyse bent over, getting down into the snow. She shivered as her skirt and tights were little help protecting her from the frozen snow. As she bent over her bottom was sticking out. Annalyse started to try and saw the tree. It was harder then she imagined it being. She kept getting the teeth stuck, needing to readjust her blade so she could get it but she did slowly start to make progress. Annalyse felt so accomplished. As she sawed she swayed, getting into the act as she worked hard-
Yeah! You’re getting it!
-Gene had worried that she was going to fall over the way she jerked at first, especially how off balance she looked bent over like that.-
Just keep up this rhythm and let me know when your ready to tap out.
-Annalyse tried to do as much as possible but eventually she had to tap out. She climbed out from under the tree, sweating a little as she stepped back-
I tried my best. Cutting down this tree is really hard.
You did great! It’s quite the workout, huh?
-Gene took the saw and got back to it. Annalyse had gotten them to about the halfway point. Though her cut had gotten a little crooked as beginners tended to be. Soon Gene had a good rhythm himself.-
-It was a nice day, the sun was still shining, the air still except for the sound of a distant helicopter. And he was enjoying his time sharing a Christmas tree tradition with a new friend.-
-that distant sound didn’t stay distant. The noise grew in volume as it flew closer. Annalyse sighed as she blushed-
Oh no… not now…
-the helicopter flew over the pair, calling out through a megaphone. The helicopter blew snow around, turning an already cold day colder due to the wind-
Ms. Annalyse! Your father, Mr. VanSaxon, wants to know what time you’ll be home for dinner? You’re having wagyu beef.
-Annalyse covered her face but held up seven fingers. The businessman in the helicopter gave a thumbs up before flying away-
-Gene had just managed to fell the tree with a final cut when he noticed the helicopter very low, and very loud.-
-He stood just as the megaphone was announced tonight dinner. This was crazy! Who in the world sent out a helicopter for such a thing! Also, they must have the wrong girl, right? But nope, there was Annalyse signaling back to them.-
-Gene was at a loss of words.-
-He was hurt. She clearly had lied to him! He was confused. Why lie? Was this just a game to her? Also, Why wouldn’t her dad just a text? -
-He was disappointed. He had planed to order Chinese for them while they decorated the tree, but she had other dinner plans.-
-He was angry. He had been tricked. He felt foolish and taken advantage of.-
Too poor for a Christmas tree huh?
[Part Three]
Annalyse's First Christmas Tree - Part 3
[Part Two]
-Annalyse looked over at gene, blushing as she stammered and tried to explain. She hadn’t lied… fully… it was complicated-
G…gene… I… um… I can explain… I wasn’t lying… I… let me explain…
-Annalyse took a deep breath as she tried to stead herself to explain, hoping gene would listen and not be too upset-
-Gene crossed his arms and looked sternly at Annalyse VanSaxon .-
Explain? Seems to me the explanation is a naughty, rich girl got caught in a lie and is trying to come up with an excuse.
-Annalyse nodded, taking a moment to steady herself before she spoke-
I didn’t lie… fully… My family never really celebrated Christmas. Christmas is a time for family and it’s about giving. I’ve always been handed everything and never wanted for anything. My father and mother are busy with work often so celebrating a family holiday doesn’t really happen… the servants put up a tree to make the house more seasonal but… I never had the magic of Christmas… I certainly never cut down a tree and did all of this work! It was a lot of fun…
-Annalyse trailed off a bit at the end as she looked down. She really was having fun… she would have probably loved this holiday had she had someone to celebrate it with-
-Gene studied her for a moment. Not completely sure if this was another deception or not, but her body language did seem sincere.-
Let’s say I believe you. But that still means your were deceptive, no matter how you want to try and quantify it. And you're still in big trouble with me.
-A thought occurred to him, and without giving it much, if any, consideration he handed Annalyse the saw.-
Go find a branch. Thick as a finger, as long as an arm. Cut it off and bring it to me.
Now.
-Annalyse looked at gene confused. A branch? He wanted just a branch? Annalyse tried to figure it out and then it dawned on her. Suddenly the rich girls eyes were as big as dinner plates. He meant to switch her. Annalyse took the saw hesitantly… she knew she deserved this and decided to obey. Maybe if she took her punishment the boy and her could still salvage their friendship. Annalyse trudged into the woods and cut a pine branch. She was rather inexperienced and didn’t know that pine trees were not suitable for spanking switches. Annalyse cut the branch and stripped it of its needles, making it ready for her spanking. Annalyse brought the branch to gene and presented it with fear in her face-
H…h…here sir…
-After she headed off Gene pulled out his phone. The first hit for “VanSaxon” was an article in Forbes titled The VanSaxon Princess of Business with Annalyse standing in a power pose in front of a large office desk in an expensive looking office.-
Really is her…
-Gene looked up from his phone when Annalyse returned. He was still mad at her, but he was also a little impressed that she actually did as she was told instead of just calling for a helicopter evacuation. Especially since, judging by her expression, there was no ambiguity as to what the switch was to be used for.-
Good job “princess”. Now pull down your bottoms and flip up your skirt. Let’s get this taken care of.
My bo… but… but…
-Annalyse heard genes demand and her cheeks instantly turned red with embarrassment. Annalyse fidgeted nervously. She didn’t have to do this. She could leave. There was nothing holding her here. Gene was just some guy who worked at one of a dozen coffee shops. There was nothing that gave him any control or power over her… but deep down Annalyse felt bad and she wanted to be friends with gene. She wanted a genuine friend and she was sad that she messed up her relationship with gene over this lie-
But it’s cold outside!!! Plus it’s the middle of the woods! People could see!!!
Have it your way, “princess”. I’m not waiting around in the cold to debate this.
-Gene reach down and flipped up her skirt himself, stuffing it up under the bottom elastic of her coat. Then he shimmied down her tights to her knees. He looked up to grab her underpants next, expecting, well not expecting that. He was so surprised he just involuntarily said aloud…-
-Annalyse tried to struggle a little but gene was clearly bigger and stronger. Her skirt was lifted and to her dismay her tights found a new home bunched up at her knees. Annalyse blushed dark red as her Rugrats print panties were exposed to the open air. The whole group smiling on the girls butt. Annalyse reached back to try and tug up her tights and hopefully hide her childish panties-
No no no! Wait! Wait!!! It’s cold! Let me keep my tights!!! Why does it have to be bare???
-Annalyse was full of surprises it seemed. Her panty selection wasn’t really any of his concern, her naughty bottom was however.-
Because Tommy, Chuckie, Phil & Lil, and even Angelica didn’t do anything wrong.
-He punctuated by yanking the Rugrats down to join her tights.-
And don’t you worry, Princess, you won’t be cold for very long at all.
-Gene stuffed his gloves into his pockets and grabbed both of her wrists in his left hand while taking the switch in his right. He raised her wrists up so she had to hold her arms above her head, making her butt a clear for the switch.-
-Annalyse blushed as gene gave his answer. It was honestly pretty funny and if she was anyone else hearing it she might have laughed but as her panties had their reunion with her tights all she could do was blush. Annalyse shivered as her bare bottom was exposed to the freezing wind. She blushed worse as her arms were lifted. Annalyse did a small dance, struggling a little, her nerves were alive as she tried to brace herself for the spanking she had earned-
-The pine switch whistled through the air and whacked right across it’s bouncing, bare bottomed target.-
I do not appreciate being lied to, young lady!
-Gene cut the switch repeatedly across her unprotected butt, leaving thatched lines of red in it’s wake.-
And I don’t care if you’re a princess or a pauper or something in between. Lies get you a spanked bottom.
-Annalyse wasn’t ready for the intense sting the switch left behind. Annalyse yelped and winced as her butt was decorated with the painful lines. The switch stung like mad as the rich heiress jumped and danced, unable to pull her hands back to protect her naked rear. Gene was right. Her bottom wasn’t cold… it burned under the harsh stick-
Ow ahhhhhhhhhh! Owwwwwwwww! Nnnnnnnn gene ow! That hurts a lot!!!
That’s the idea, Princess.
-Gene held her tight under all the squirms and continued to thrash her butt, adjusting the angle of his swing to make sure he caught the under curve of her cheeks as well.-
-Annalyse felt the switch continue to sear lines into her butt. She sniffles as she feels tears stinging the corners of her eyes. The pine switch isn’t designed for a spanking, a fact that becomes evident when the swats thoroughly coat her rear in sap-
Please gene! I wasn’t trying to hurt you! It was a mistake! I learned my lesson!
-Annalyse felt the tears start to stream down her face, unable to keep from crying like the child she behaved as-
I’m glad you’re recognized it was a mistake, Annalyse. But there are still consequences to your actions, young lady.
-Gene noticed that he had to give a small tug to the switch to pull it away from her butt, and he realized that she had cut a pine switch! Well, of course she did, she thought to himself, it was Christmas Tree Forest after all!-
-It wasn’t the best tool for the job, but he decided to continue making do with what he had.-
-Annalyse sobbed as her bottom was switched. She hadn’t realized the mistake herself and likely wouldn’t have known due to never being switched before. Annalyse tugged and pulled, trying to free her wrists but it was no use. Annalyse’s dance was desperate and childish. She tried to escape the lashes she had earned but no amount of turning or jumping helped. Her stomping and kicking only managed to tire her out-
-After a very thorough switching, Gene was satisfied that Annalyse had paid a fair price for her deception and hopefully would think twice before doing it again. And now that she had been punished, he let his heart feel compassion once again.-
It’s okay. It’s over.
-Gene spoke gentle to teary, bare bottomed girl. Maybe she wasn’t wanting for wealth, but she did seem to be poor in friendships. He didn’t think that justified the lie, but he could at least understand that perspective.-
Come here, Princess.
-He cooed at her and pulled her in for a tight, warm hug.-
-Annalyse sobbed as as she hugged gene tight. She wasn’t trying to hurt gene. She simply wanted him to appreciate her for who she was. Annalyse buried her face in the boys chest, feeling the freezing air against her burning rear. She clung to the boy, trying to calm down as she held her friend tight-
-Gene held her, gently rubbing and patting her back.-
I’m glad you stopped in for a hot chocolate. I’ve had a lot of fun with you too. I still want to be friends. Just, no more lies. Okay, Princess?
-Annalyse nodded as she stayed quiet for the moment. She held onto gene tight, cuddling with him as she felt so small and childish. Annalyse finally spoke up, meeting her friends eyes-
Yes Sir. No more lies.
-Annalyse shivered, her lower body still exposed to the open air. She didn’t dare to pull up her pants though, afraid she’d earn another dose if she rubbed or redressed herself without permission-
Good girl.
-Gene noticed her shiver and realized he had left her half naked in the snow.-
Oh, you must be freezing! Here, let’s get you covered back up.
-Gene squatted down and gently pulled the Rugrats back up into place, followed by her tights, and then pulled her skirt back down to cover her.-
-Annalyse shivered, rubbing her bottom as her clothes were returned to their proper position. The rich girl frowned a little as she felt a gross feeling on her butt. She didn’t really understand why but her childish undergarments felt stuck to her sore rear. She didn’t enjoy any of it. Annalyse looked at the tree, hoping to move the conversation on so she could claw her way back up out of the regressive state she was currently in-
Um w…what do we do with the tree now? Um do we have to do anything else?
Now we load it unto the sled and take it back to the parking lot. We’ll get it wrapped up and then loaded on the roof of the car.
-Gene stowed the saw in the bottom of the sled and then loaded the tree, stump end at the front.-
Ready?
-Annalyse nodded, happy to be treated a bit more maturely. She walked with gene, blushing as her panties clung strangely to her butt. Annalyse often fiddled and fussed with her undergarments, hoping gene wouldn’t notice. She enjoyed the walk but the cold stung her face where her tears used to be-
I’m ready. Lead the way!
-Gene was happy to see Annalyse back to her cheerful exuberance, though something seemed off… maybe it was just the sore bottom? She did seem to be rubbing an awful lot.-
-As they walked back Gene could feel his hands sticking unto the inside of his gloves from the sap after handling the tree.-
-Annalyse and gene walked back to the tree wrapping area. All the while Annalyse was fidgeting uncomfortably. Gene had really done a number on her rear and as a result she was extremely sore. As the pair came to the more crowded area of the Christmas tree farm she couldn’t help but rub her rear, the panties clinging to her bottom thanks to the sticky sap that coated her butt. Annalyse blushed as she realized the number of people around. Did they know she was just spanked? Could they see how much she was fidgeting? How uncomfortable her panties felt? Annalyse tried to block out these thoughts as she tried to compose herself and act like the refined heiress she was. Proper and well mannered, not some child who was going to have trouble when she was asked to sit down-
-Gene got the tree loaded and a flash later the tree was bound up. One of the employees helped him stow it on the roof and Gene tied it down. Now that that was taken care of he grabbed the bottle of hand sanitizer that was in the glovebox and used the solvent to unstick his sappy hands.- Annalyse? Are you okay? Like, I know that you just got spanked but you look even more uncomfortable than in the forest.
-Annalyse blushed as she was asked if she was okay. She tried to maintain her dignity, feigning modesty as she squirmed slightly. Unfortunately though Annalyse tried to pick her panties off of her sticky rump and blushed when it was unsuccessful. Annalyse took a deep breath as she sighed- A…actually um… my bottom is a little s…sticky… um… I’m not sure why… m…maybe I rubbed my hands on it by mistake… m…may I have the hand sanitizer so I can clean up in the bathroom?”
[To Be Continued?]
Eu sou tão distinta.
Eu sou toda a tinta.
Uma mulher como eu, não brinca.
Quando você me amar, corte sua respiração.
Sonha, dor.
Sonhador.
Sonhe e doe.
Eu busco você, tão quebrável.
Você me busca todo amável.
Amor, sou uma mulher com medo do instável.
Eu sou tão distinta.
Eu sou toda a tinta.
Uma mulher como eu, não brinca.
Errado para nós, certo para nós.
Me pinte! Como se só você visse a cor.
Me abrace! Como se só você visse a dor.
Eu busco você, tão íntimo.
Você me busca tão intrínseco.
As vezes me sinto solitária, e passo a desconhecer esse mundo normal.
Me leve para o lar.
O lar, onde se sabe andar, e nadar sem se afogar ou tropeçar.
Quebrável.
Quebrar o amável.
Quebrável.
Você vai sobreviver ao meu coração?
Uma mulher como eu, brinca.
Brinca de rir.
Brinca de sorrir.
Brinca de bem-estar.
Brinca de aguentar.
Brinca de suportar.
Brinca de continuar.
Mas uma mulher como eu sou...
Eu sou tão real, minha realidade vai quebrar sua fantasia.
Quando você for me amar corte sua respiração.
Eu sou toda.
Toda eu sou.
Como sou toda.
Me de sua mão, quando a totalidade pesar demais.
Eu sou tão distinta.
Eu sou toda a tinta.
Será que me encaixo em seus braços?
Existe algo em mim.
Preciso pegar.
-Izabela Rodrigues
Shameless self-promo because otherwise my account is dry...
I have a Deadpool rp account on instagram 👉 @ mr.pool.dead
Basic stuff to keep in mind:
-no minors since I'm +20
-literate
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she spun insanity on her fingertips, until madness evaporated into thin air.
It was always herself always ending up getting in the wrong situations when it came for her own fun. ~ " Don't take drugs from strangers. " Irene should've reminded herself that day.
In a town out of nowhere with friends Irne bought the fun for the night from a stranger.
" How stupid of me. " The brunette would've said but she was just so cought up in her own moment that made everything change that she instantly wished she could've had the chance taking that tripp back.
( Plot twist, dream sequence, dark mini story, coming soon. Story summery. )
At the end of the day I’m praying for a little numbness.
Do you have a bio for yourself by chance? At least an age? Thanks!
apologies
I haven't got the chance.
Liz 🩸or Lizzie ~ she/her / young female 18+
I enjoy writing in my spare time!I am an advanced writer and have long-term experience. I'm very in-depth and detailed.
currently seeking writers like myself who are into dark or light themes.
Things I like: creativity, deep plots or storylines, cannon or non-cannon characters, and very good detailed OCs I can work with! Fandoms: mostly horror, and I don't mind non-fandoms! It's mostly one-on-one, and it doesn't need to be a romance unless you have a request for any particular pairing! Please don't ask for smutty plots and respect my characters.I do mature themes and don't mind as long as the age limit is 18+. Some of my friends and I also play cannon characters, especially horror males and females.
𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭. 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 ེ❥
The looks of an angel but with hidden secrets. Amelia Rose Higgins grew up as an only child. Words to describe this blonde would be genuine and giving, yet somewhat a little trouble and promiscuous. Five feet nine with blue eyes, loves her privacy on daily basis. Mom was a nurse she had Amelia at an older age while her father wasn't present at the time.
Has a few bad habits such as drinking and smoking and sometimes self-isolation. Grew up in a wealthy setting in her hometown back in Maine. Salad's only and nicotine - you'll get a mix of half heaven half hell with her.
Amelia adores anything about angels or the paranormal. Loves exploring abandoned buildings or haunted places. Can be a perfectionist. Loves the virgin suicides and fashion. Stephen King would probably be one of her favorite writers.
Not afraid of getting her hands dirty in gardens, daisies are her favorite. You'll catch her smoking cigarettes in tunnels or maybe a cemetery. margarita drinks or reading books at a bookstore or a local library.
She'll tell you ghost stories or some of the places she's visited that had been rumored of being haunted. Always loves the thrill! Loves lingerie and likes little spiders - she can be a tease when she flirts and isn't afraid showing off her body. Astrology and true crime stories, club night outings.
Living alone can get lonely but she does visit family and friends when she has free time and also loves the water. - " 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. "
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We're a supportive, inclusive, creative-oriented space where you can gain experience and work with other writers. Connect with fellow Dragon Age fans in our discussion channels, share your projects, and make new friends.
Play your character in a canon-compliant setting with focus on all three games, where your choices matter. Get involved with events around the in-game quests, plotting overarching storylines, and developing your character's relationships.
Plus, the mod team comprises a veteran AAA game writer who can share advice on how enhance your storytelling skills, learn how to craft dynamic narrative beats and even tips to build a portfolio for aspiring game writers. The goal is also to have a fanfiction channel for people to share their writing and to get beta readers amongst their fellow writers! Join now: https://discord.com/invite/dvMRMz9w
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Are you looking for a place to get involved with writing in the Dragon Age setting? This is an ad for a brand new rp server that may interest some of you!
Thedas Tales is a collaborative roleplaying server led by an active femme/female&queer mod team composed of experienced writers and roleplayers. You can write for characters from the Dragon Age series, or make your own original characters within the Thedas setting.
We're a supportive, inclusive, creative-oriented space where you can gain experience and work with other writers. Connect with fellow Dragon Age fans in our discussion channels, share your projects, and make new friends.
Play your character in a canon-compliant setting with focus on all three games, where your choices matter. Get involved with events around the in-game quests, plotting overarching storylines, and developing your character's relationships.
Plus, the mod team comprises a veteran AAA game writer who can share advice on how enhance your storytelling skills, learn how to craft dynamic narrative beats and even tips to build a portfolio for aspiring game writers. The goal is also to have a fanfiction channel for people to share their writing and to get beta readers amongst their fellow writers!
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