Chained and Spanked Mother, Ch. 12 [inc, M/s, BDSM, slow, mdom, spank, rough]

Chained and Spanked Mother, ​
by DiscipleN ​

. . . a fan prequel to Kathy Andrews’ 1984, raunchy novel, “Chained and Spanked Sister” . . . ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​​ ​​

Chapter 12

One day, weeks later than the boys had planned, their sawing and hammering in the cellar ended. A cold shiver shot through Joan, upon their sudden silence.

It was late. Peggy was probably pretending to study in her room, and her husband was entranced by the TV. Joan sat at the kitchen table reading the latest book club novel.

When the cellar door creaked open, Joan dropped her novel and shot up from her chair, aiming for the living room.

“Wait, Momma.” Robert called.

Years of being a proper mother, caused Joan to hesitate at her son’s voice.

“Come down here. We need you.”

“Certainly not!” She hissed. You’ve hurt me every time we’re alone!” She complained.

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Valentine’s Day Femdom Style

I am the dominant woman men secretly crave and few men find. And I live for it. What I want to tell you is one of my erotic encounters that happened on Valentine’s Day. My [partner](http://slave-selection.com/?P=A787698) and I have been in a Femdom relationship for eight years now. Anyone would say that in 8 years the magic is gone, ideas disappear and originality is lost. But this is not the case when passion is authentic, and mine was; both for my partner and BDSM.

Since it was Valentine’s Day I wanted to do something special for him femdom style. I got home from work early and I waited for him in the bedroom wearing a silk robe and underneath a red babydoll with red heels. Suddenly, I heard the door open and I heard him say, “Darling I’m home, where are you?” “In the bedroom dear!” I said enthusiastically.

As soon as he saw me in the bedroom, he immediately began to undress. This is the good thing about [training your submissive well](http://femdoming.com/fiction/mistress-domina-penetrates-first-time/), no time wasted on small talk. He was starting to get excited based on the erection that was starting to form between his legs.

[MF] Burritos, Blindfolds, Bruises and Bare-Knuckle Fisting

*(This was also posted to Fetlife) I feel that this needs a preface — I don’t often write about intimate experiences and I don’t want to come across as boasting. Despite swearing-off New Year’s resolutions, it seems January, for each of the past two years, is a time of immense change for me and my relationships. January 2019 was a rollercoaster. Supremely-high highs and subterranean lows. I’ve learned a great deal about myself and my relationships; I’ve begun to tackle demons that have haunted me since childhood, affect how I see myself and inform how I approach relationships. In the process, I may have lost the chance to build a profound connection with one person who came into and left my life all too quickly (“O”). At the same time I have been growing, exploring, and evolving my relationship with “Sprite.” Alongside all of that, in the space of one month: I’ve found a new job that has me feeling happy and appreciated, dressed up as a Viking princess, had a failed attempt at an MFM that made Sprite and I both appreciate just how attuned and caring my ‘lost’ relationship partner was, reconnected with an old dear friend via an automotive crisis, reconnected with a college friend as a result of a facebook photo of my chest hair, and begun to explore the parts of BDSM that held both allure and anxiety.*

Consensual Mind Break (ConNoncon, MF, Domination, Impregnation, Light BDSM)

Hey, before you go to read on, let me post a little disclaimer. This is much rougherand harsher than my usual writings, but i hope that it still appeals to some. If this breaks any rules, please do not hesitate to take it down. Both characters did consent to this happening beforehand, though it may not seem like it. If you are still here, i hope you enjoy.

I had called you earlier that day so that we could hang out at my place. I had everything prepared and my cock was hard and eager for what was to happen next. I couldn’t wait to have your toned body under me, writhing and quivering as i fill you over and over. Your hair wrapped around my fist as i pounded into you and bred you like the slut you were. Soon i hear your car pull up and i smile. My cock growing that much harder as i wait for you at the door.

Cute nerdy stranger wanted to be tied and used like a fuck-toy in the middle of the Mediterranean (Malta) and I was happy to oblige. [MF]

A couple friends have suggested that I should start writing a kinky blog, and since I like reddit and its a bit more geeky/nerdy community, this should be the perfect place for it.

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I’ve been living in my getaway place in the middle of the Mediterranean (Malta) for a few months, when I receive a random DM on IG from a girl who claims to know me from somewhere, but nothing really rings a bell, however since she looks incredibly cute on her photos, I simply play along.

The conversation starts very innocently up to the point where she mentions that she finds a couple photos on my IG very intriguing and considering that I occasionally post my own Shibari “creations” (that I personally deem artistic), it isn’t hard to put two and two together. I don’t really hide that kinky side of me, so I have a bit of a reputation, good or bad.

We quickly move to WhatsApp where I give her a special BDSM test, to get a better idea of just how far does her curiosity of kink go. It quickly becomes clear that she’s my perfect sexual match – a bratty submissive rope-bunny, which makes my eyes light up like a puppy seeing someone unwrap his perfect bone.

Pleasing Sir [bdsm] [submision] [dominance][erotic] [erotica]

**Pleasing Sir**

The sheet feels cool against my cheek as I lay bent over the edge of the bed. Behind me, I can hear Sir moving about the room preparing for me. I don’t dare move and disobey him. Wiggling my arms, I again test the binds holding my wrists strapped against my thighs. It’s no use. I’m helpless on the bed. I should feel fear, but I don’t. We’ve been here before and the thought of what is about to come excites me.

Naked.

Sir made me strip before him while he watched with a satisfied smile on his face. He made me feel beautiful as his eyes drank in the sight of me as he stared at me with his arms crossed over his chest. As he had lovingly buckled the straps around my thighs and bound my wrists tightly to them, I felt a rush of excitement. My wetness soaked between my legs. Obeying his command, I had bent over the edge of the bed ready to receive my punishment and my pleasure.

Punishment and Surprises, A Bondage Adventure [M/F] [BDSM] [Anal]

# Hi folks, I like to write sometimes so I thought I’d try my hand at erotica. This story is two real life sessions combined in one story for an easier read and more interest. I hope you like ;)

Half-naked on my master’s bed, he tells me “I got you a present” with an evil grin. “Open the drawer.”

I open the drawer full of our sex toys, and on top of all our toys is a white drawstring bag. I look at the bag curiously.

“Bring out the toys and the white bag,” he commands. I do as he says and bring the toys and mysterious white bag out to him. He tells me to undress for him, so I do, shooting furtive glances back at the bag. Before I can wonder anymore, he blindfolds me, blanketing me in darkness. He grazes his fingertips up and down my naked body, causing shivers all down my spine. Then he slips on the hand and ankle cuffs, pushes me laying down onto the bed, clips the chains of my left hand to my left ankle, and my right hand to my right ankle. He puts a collar around my neck, attaches a chain leash, and puts a ball gag around my head, silencing me.

A night with my wife [mf]

I’ve written a bunch of stories here about my wild twenties, but thought I’d share what life is like now as a married man. Not as kinky as some of my other posts, but hopefully worth the read.

We meet for dinner and drinks. We’re both coming from work, and she’s in a navy blue suit and heels, her flaming red hair is cascading over her shoulder and I see at least one guy at the bar turn around to check out her ass as she walks by.

That’s nothing new. My wife is a fierce redhead obsessed with the gym. After two kids she still has the ass of a 22 year old and the lithe body of someone who spends hours every week with her Pilates instructor.

She is a rising star in finance. The kind of person who was on the “thirty under thirty” lists and is now well on her way to the upper echelons of New York finance. I guarantee you that right now there is a group of I-bankers talking about how tough she is, and how tight her ass looks.

In the Cards pt. 3 (OC) (BDSM; Persian submission, Viking dominance)

Thanks again to u/4zra3l for your wonderdul ideas and editing. Feedback is welcome, send good feedback to her and the other ones to me, haaha. Enjoy.  :)

Hmmmm, so beautiful. He can feel her sexual energy building and knows her climax is on the way and he quits holding back and goes fast but not deep, wanting to share in her sweet release. Feeling it build stronger he goes faster and faster, knowing some stretching will need to be done each time at first. Svjorn stands and with all his mighty majesty and gives her a most wonderful gift. Then SMACK! right on her brown hued ass. The Persian beauty lets out a moan and he can feel her muscles tighten around in symphonic synchronicity, passions envolping his Danish dick… she slides back wanting to feel his full manhood and he understands grabbing her hips and ramming forward lifting up with the motion. Her svelte form so light for him to lift. Almost to the base now he is impressed with his new sweetheart and only serves to further endear her to him. He uses the catalyst of her energy and builds on that for his own, feeling his powerful manjuice cumming like an earthquake. He can’t take it anymore and grabs her and pulls his fucking luscious lover to him. He yells; “By Odin, take it good for me!!” He wraps his hand around her throat, letting her know the time is near. Then explodes deep inside her causing her aftershock orgasms and involuntary relfexes throughout her whole body. She needs a few moments to recover and Svjorn just runs his fingers along her back. “That’s my good girl.”