I loved writing Caroline and George's night with their new friends Caitlin and Joe. In the taxi on the way to Caitlin and Joe's apartment, the girls get into a little trouble because they don't want to tell their Daddies what they're talking about.
"Now, girls," said Mr. Lee, once our dresses were off, and we were over each other's Daddy's laps in only our panties, and those pulled down to our knees (Joe had complimented George on my cane-welts, which only stung a tiny bit now, after more than a week), "what was so funny in the car?"
"It was only about my underwear, Daddy," said Caitlin. "I just told Caroline that I've been allowed to wear my panties lately."
"Silly girl," said Mr. Lee, stroking my bottom as he spoke, "why didn't you just tell us?"
"It's so embarrassing!" Caitlin replied. I wished I could see her, but Mr. Lee had set up two windsor chairs facing one another, and I had been made to go over his lap to the right, while Caitlin had gone over George's in the opposite direction. "A girl's panties are her private things, aren't they, Daddy?"
Needless to say, they're not private from her Daddy, in Caroline's and Caitlin's houses!
Here's the blurb! Buy the book here!
When Caroline overhears two of her former students, Mary and Angela, talking about how they saw her getting a spanking from her husband, George, the stage is set for a new phase of Caroline and George's ageplay relationship.
Using experiences gained from new friendships with couples in ageplay relationships, Caroline and George will travel deeper into their taboo fantasies in an attempt to help Caroline's students and to deepen their own connection to each other and to their new friends.
From a "little party" where Caroline and her new "little" friend Caitlin play Colonial Girl dolls, to a steamy weekend with Caitlin and her husband Joe in New York City, Caroline and George find new ways to satisfy each other's longings. At the same time, Caroline finds herself drawn to Caitlin in a way she never imagined. In the end, will Caroline decide that, even though she is first and foremost her husband's little girl, she can take on the responsibility of helping Mary and Angela realize their own fantasies? Will her new friendship with Caitlin help her discover what it means to take the upper hand with someone, while still remaining obedient?
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One of my favorite things about Caroline's Little Friends is the way Caroline and her new friend Caitlin play with "Colonial" Girl dolls. I think you can probably tell the kind of doll I mean. . .
The whole thing was bizarre and yet utterly wonderful; I had always been too self-conscious to try to play like a little when I was by myself, and I hadn't even confessed to George that one of the things I wanted to try was coloring and reading picture books and playing with dolls. Now, with the other girls doing it, it just seemed right to pick up a Colonial Girl doll (Prudence, my favorite) and brush her hair, and put her on her horse, Copper, so she could go for a ride.
Another girl, Caitlin, said to me, shyly, "Can I play with you?" and I said, "Sure! Do you want Prudence and I'll go get Marianne?" but she said "No, that's OK--I'll get Marianne. Do you like Colonial Girl?"
"Duh," I teased, and she laughed merrily.
That was when I had my first inkling that I might like to kiss another girl. So many things that had lain dormant in me were being brought out by my ageplay with George that sometimes I didn't know whether the thoughts that came to my head, and sent tiny waves of arousal to my little-girl loins were really me, or somehow wakened falsely in me by the situation. Caitlin decided the question for me, because she gave me a peck on the cheek.
"You're very pretty," she said.
"So are you," I replied, taken aback but now knowing that I would probably like to kiss another girl, as long as it was Caitlin, who had beautiful flaming red hair and milk-white skin, and blue eyes. I shivered as her nipples brushed up against my upper arm, when she turned to get the Marianne doll.
"Have you read the books?" she whispered.
"Of course," I whispered back.
"Prudence," she said in a wonderful posh British accent, "Miss Pemberley is waiting for us!"
"Oh, Marianne," I replied, "I'm so sorry! I forgot!" Prudence came down off Copper, and went to lessons with her friend.
"Prue," said Caitlin, "do you love me?"
"Of course, Marianne." I giggled.
"Do you ever. . ." I looked at Caitlin; she was blushing, and that made me blush.
"What, Marianne?"
"You know, in bed at night. . . do you ever think about me?"
I giggled again. "Um, yes. . . sometimes. . . do you think about me?" I felt like I was flying.
Here's the blurb! Buy the book here!
When Caroline overhears two of her former students, Mary and Angela, talking about how they saw her getting a spanking from her husband, George, the stage is set for a new phase of Caroline and George's age-play relationship.
Using experiences gained from new friendships with couples in age-play relationships, Caroline and George will travel deeper into their taboo fantasies in an attempt to help Caroline's students and to deepen their own connection to each other and to their new friends.
From a "little party" where Caroline and her new "little" friend Caitlin play Colonial Girl dolls, to a steamy weekend with Caitlin and her husband Joe in New York City, Caroline and George find new ways to satisfy each other's longings. At the same time, Caroline finds herself drawn to Caitlin in a way she never imagined. In the end, will Caroline decide that, even though she is first and foremost her husband's little girl, she can take on the responsibility of helping Mary and Angela realize their own fantasies? Will her new friendship with Caitlin help her discover what it means to take the upper hand with someone, while still remaining obedient?
(This analysis concerns yesterday's story.)
The composition of this photo stuns me. Indeed, it's so well-composed that I have a hard time singling out individual hotness-elements ("thermemes"? See to what foolishness a classical education can lead you?), since they all seem to flow together. I can identify them, but I can't see how they function as searingly hot as they do, independently of one another, with the exception perhaps of the mightiest thermeme: the paddle.
Here then, the thermemes:
- the paddle, perfectly cocked.
- the shape and clothing of the paddler, perfectly matronly.
- her hand on her hip, perfectly indignant.
- the position of "Anne," perfectly offered to the paddle.
- "Anne's" lingerie, perfectly naughty.
- "Anne's" lipstick, perfectly slutty.
- "Anne's" turned face, perfectly apprehensive.
The basic dynamic called to me, loud and clear: punished hussy. The question then was who was doing the punishing, and why. For a while I thought it must be a wife punishing a mistress, but that didn't seem to have the same condemnatory air as a mother can generate, when confronted with a daughter's misconduct, at least in my fantasies.
(See here for an explanation of this series and here for an index to it.)
"I suppose you actually went into a shop to buy these disgraceful. . . things." Anne's mother's voice was like ice.
"No! He gave them to me!"
"Do you think that makes it better, you hussy? I only wish I had given you this paddling years ago. Perhaps then you might understand what a man means when he dresses a young woman up this way!"
"I know what he means! He loves me!"
Her mother laughed, ruefully. "And he's going to leave his rich wife for you. Of course."
"Yes! She never pleases him the way I do!"
"The way you do?!" She heard the horror in her mother's voice. "What do you let him do to you, when you put on these slutty things?"
Anne stayed silent.
"I suppose you suck his cock with those red lips of yours, don't you?" Anne blushed, remembering how she had done just that in the hotel room the day before. "And, looking at this impudent backside in these wicked panties, I'm sure he can't resist making you take him there, can he?"
Her blush grew deeper, but she kept silent, still.
"Well, Miss Anne, it's time to learn the price of your behavior."
(Picture via Keith solley from Mister Lamour Photography.)
This post is part of a great new bloghop initiative from Raya Ezelle!
The funny thing about taboo is that although there are certain things (incest, bestiality, non-consent) that are held to be taboo by almost everyone, the concentric circles that radiate out from there grow and shrink according to the person. For my first contribution to Taboo Tuesday, I've therefore chosen something that is taboo, I think, for some, but not for others: the group-sex at the little party that Caroline and George go to. It's Caroline's first time doing something so kinky, but to the others at the party, it's clearly old hat.
The table was in the middle of a large variety of furniture, and in a certain sense it was more of a pedestal or a dais than a table, low enough that people seated around it could have a very fine view of anything that took place atop it: it was clear that what Caitlin was inviting me to do (in the guise of a command from my daddy), was to perform for the whole group. It was heavily padded, and there were cushions on it, all of it covered in an artificial leather that I imagined was easy to wipe down. As soon as we got down to the basement, Caitlin took my hand.
"Do you want to?" she whispered.
I swallowed. "I think so," I whispered back. I loved to act, and Caitlin was clearly a real actress. There was a part of me that was flying at the thought that I was about to be in a little girl sex-show. There was a stepstool so that we could climb onto the table. Caitlin went first, and she knelt there waiting for me. I climbed up, and knelt, facing her, panicking a little because I had no idea what to do.
Here's the blurb! Buy the book here!
When Caroline overhears two of her former students, Mary and Angela, talking about how they saw her getting a spanking from her husband, George, the stage is set for a new phase of Caroline and George's age-play relationship.
Using experiences gained from new friendships with couples in age-play relationships, Caroline and George will travel deeper into their taboo fantasies in an attempt to help Caroline's students and to deepen their own connection to each other and to their new friends.
From a "little party" where Caroline and her new "little" friend Caitlin play Colonial Girl dolls, to a steamy weekend with Caitlin and her husband Joe in New York City, Caroline and George find new ways to satisfy each other's longings. At the same time, Caroline finds herself drawn to Caitlin in a way she never imagined. In the end, will Caroline decide that, even though she is first and foremost her husband's little girl, she can take on the responsibility of helping Mary and Angela realize their own fantasies? Will her new friendship with Caitlin help her discover what it means to take the upper hand with someone, while still remaining obedient?
Now go read all the other taboo posts, you wicked thing!
I'm so excited about Caroline's Little Friends coming out that I'm just going to feature it, shamelessly, all week. Here's how it starts:
"You're making that up."
"No, I swear. I was standing ten feet away. I couldn't move because once they'd started it would have been sooo embarrassing if they knew I was there--for them and for me!"
"He seriously called her 'young lady'?"
"I haven't even gotten to the good part."
"What?"
"He spanked her."
"No!"
"He said 'I can't let this go'--I guess she hadn't called him and he was worried, or something--and she said--get this--"Yes, Daddy." And then he bent her over the hood of the car, and pulled up her skirt. . ."
The silence from the other girl (Angela Heathers, I was almost positive: black hair in a ballerina's bun, tall and willowy, dark eyes) spoke volumes. I pictured her mouth hanging open.
My face felt as hot as the sun, as I sat, trapped in the toilet stall while they, just a few feet away, discussed my intimate life of ageplay with my husband.
"And she was wearing these pink little-girl panties that--I'm just saying--were really hot in that wrong sort of way."
It so happened that I was also wearing those same panties--George's favorites--right then. Indeed, they were currently around my knees.
"Did he pull them down?" Another pause. "I mean" (was that embarrassment in Angela's voice?) "because. . . um. . ."
The other voice (Mary McCall, I knew: blonde and petite) decided to help, "Because that would be hot. No--but it was still really incredible and. . ." Her voice dropped to a whisper that I couldn't hear. . . what was she saying?
Angela giggled. "No, no," she said, "I would have, too." Had Mary just confessed that seeing me spanked had gotten her wet?
Here's the blurb! Buy the book here!
When Caroline overhears two of her former students, Mary and Angela, talking about how they saw her getting a spanking from her husband, George, the stage is set for a new phase of Caroline and George's age-play relationship.
Using experiences gained from new friendships with couples in age-play relationships, Caroline and George will travel deeper into their taboo fantasies in an attempt to help Caroline's students and to deepen their own connection to each other and to their new friends.
From a "little party" where Caroline and her new "little" friend Caitlin play Colonial Girl dolls, to a steamy weekend with Caitlin and her husband Joe in New York City, Caroline and George find new ways to satisfy each other's longings. At the same time, Caroline finds herself drawn to Caitlin in a way she never imagined. In the end, will Caroline decide that, even though she is first and foremost her husband's little girl, she can take on the responsibility of helping Mary and Angela realize their own fantasies? Will her new friendship with Caitlin help her discover what it means to take the upper hand with someone, while still remaining obedient?
Penelope Hasler, as her blog attests in its very title, is a Naughty Little Writer. She is also in possession of a very large talent, and though she's refused to let me do any of the usual publicity things to introduce her, I'm just going to sneak in this link to her incredible contribution to Love Spanks, from the work in progress that I'm dying to read.
I call her Pennybird, because she honks like a goose sometimes. If you meet a Pennybird, be kind and give it some jelly tots. If you stroke its furry feathers, it will be your friend forever, and say smart things that make you smile, at an astonishing rate.
Why do you write?
Writing is part of who I am. I might never become very good at it, but that isn’t really the point: the desire to do it comes from within, and it feels good – it satisfies something that exists in its own right, beyond words or understanding – when that desire is listened to and an effort is made to meet it. People the world over have such desires, in many forms, and I love that. It’s where creativity and beautiful things come from, and it has a reality and a warmth that makes ‘creativity as a business’ stuff like Hollywood films look empty and ridiculous in comparison.
What's your desert-island fantasy? (If you were marooned on a desert-island with only a single fantasy to get off to for the rest of your life, what would you choose?)
Schoolgirl, always schoolgirl. Lessons, breaktimes, dorm room, detention... the structure allows for a ‘real’ life with different phases, like light and shade. And it allows such flexibility to interact within the fantasy, and (sort of) determine the treatment you receive. Some days I might want to escalate things; to keep compounding my misdemeanours until I am in a world of pain and trouble, bottom aflame, face soaked with tears of regret, dignity stripped as thoroughly as the pristinely white panties that once covered my bottom. Others I might want to be a model pupil and feel childish pride at being praised for my attentiveness. Most days I imagine I’d act up a bit, though, as punishments in schoolgirl mode are just FANTASTIC. But however good or bad my behaviour might be, I would always be immersed in a wonderful, liberating dream-reality that makes me feel safe and vital and just plain glad to be alive. Oh, and really, really turned on. But don’t tell matron that.
Do you think of BDSM and/or spankophilia as a practice or as an orientation, or as something else, and what does your answer mean to you?
I think orientation comes first, but it does overlap with practice as we necessarily ‘do’ things (physical and/or non-physical) and sometimes interact with other people. What does my answer mean to me? That I think kink is an inherent trait, a strange, beautiful thing that some of us are born with. I know it isn’t an original thought, but each person has a journey to understand this aspect of themselves, and the more we engage and feel and accept, the more we are given in return. I love that we can all (to some degree) express our kink, for it is simply an expression of ourselves, and of love, and it isn’t anything to feel the slightest bit ashamed of.
Who's a favorite character from your own work, and why?
I have a real soft spot for Eleanor DeBauchert (bitchy fashion editor who gets blackmailed and spanked by her long-suffering assistant). She’s a cartoon on the page, but she’s more rounded in my mind. She is brought down a great number of pegs, scolded and beaten and humiliated beyond anything she could imagine, and she is altered by the experience in a way that is endearing.
Who's a favorite character from someone else's work (erotic or non-erotic) and why?
I can’t stand the sonuvabitch but I will say Seth Pecksniff from Martin Chuzzlewit. He’s such a fawning, awful hypocrite, all virtue and obsequious concern on the surface but heartless and endlessly avaricious underneath. An archetype for all two-faced pole-climbers. It’s a sign of Dickens’ skill in drawing characters that I react so viscerally to him.
Thank you so much for your interesting answers to my questions, Pennybird! It's always a pleasure to get inside that little blonde head of yours. And thank you for sitting still so long. I know you have a busy schedule and a propensity to chase shiny things and geese.
Nature note: Pennybirds may be found eating jelly tots and thinking about spanking at practically any hour, in their natural (and very pink) blog habitat.
