I would not say that I met Katie, rather that she met me. Which is to say that she found me on the internet and then went to the trouble of writing to me and things went on from there.
In early spring 2010 I set up my own blog. I could not walk very well at the time and I was living with friends in various parts of the country so it gave me something to do which I hoped would also bring in some money. The idea was to use the blog to funnel punters to a friend's porno site in return for a cut of the action. Sadly that never worked out, but I kept the blog going out of interest. Then, when I decided to write A Spanking Good Life in the middle of 2010, I used the blog to post individual chapters as they were written, so that I could get some feedback as the work progressed.
By the late summer of that year I had got to know quite a few readers through e-mail and telephone calls, but Katie was the one who springs to mind as she came within the category of a good time girl. Well, the modern English version that is, which is to say that she was not after money, what she wanted instead was emotional support. I suppose in a way she was a slightly less manipulative version of April whom I introduced you to earlier.
It started quite innocuously with Katie writing to me with a comment about the blog. I replied, and told her that she was more than welcome to leave a comment on the site, and she wrote back to say that she was preferred to chat in private. That was how we did it for a few days and then on a whim I sent her my telephone number and was surprised when an hour or so later she called me.
Katie came over on the 'phone as a nervous late twenties girl, and I knew from her e-mails that she was just twenty-eight. She was articulate when she overcame her shyness and spoke with the flat vowels of her Leeds home. I knew already that she was married and the mother of two children. I knew also that her husband had a decent job and that the family lived a comfortable, but not over ostentatious, life, in one of the leafier suburbs of Leeds. What I did not know was why she had suddenly decided to latch onto me, and it took several calls before Katie decided to tell me exactly what lay behind her interest in me.
"I saw your videos," she said, in a very little voice. "The Spanish ones that you have on your blog. Is that really you with those girls?"
"They are Mexican, it's just the language that is Spanish," I told her.
"OK," she replied, before coming to what she really wanted to talk about: "You have a hard hand, don't you? Do you still punish girls with it over here?"
So that was what this was all about. Time to get into Uncle Nick mode, I decided. "I do if they are naughty girls who deserve a spanking," I told her. "Are you a naughty girl?"
"I think so, sometimes, yes," Katie replied in the smallest of voices, and after a pause that seemed interminable.
"Tell me about your naughtiness," I suggested, but silence was all I heard through the receiver. Time to play guessing games, I decided. "Does your husband know about your bad behaviour?
"God no! It would kill him! He is a good man and does not deserve what I do to him," she blurted out.
"What do you do to him?" There was no answer to that question, so I tried a different tack: "You go with other men, don't you?" Still the only answer I got was silence, so I decided to push her a little to see what happened: "How many, Katie? One, two, three a month - are you one of those community bikes that everyone rides?"
"No, it's not like that! I try to be good, but I feel so alone at times. I mean, David, that's my husband's name, he is away such a lot, with work, and it's just me and the kids and it feels like... Feels like," her voice trailed off into nothingness.
"It feels like you are alone and that nobody loves you," I said, finishing the sentence for her.
"Yes," came the reply in a voice so low that I had to concentrate to catch the word.
"And you think that being bored justifies behaving like a whore," I said, simply. I was laying the guilt on with a trowel, but it was what she was feeling already; all I did was articulate her own emotions in my own words.
"No, it's not like that. I hate being like this!"
"Then why do it?"
"Because... Because..."she said, her voice trailing off to nothingness.
"Because you are bad, aren't you?"
"Yes," replied the quiet little voice.
"And what happens to bad girls?
"They get punished."
"Indeed they do, Katie. Indeed they do. Across their Uncle Nick's knee, with their skirts up and their knickers down, learning how to be good," I told her, remorselessly.
"Yes," was all she managed to say.
"How many men have had you this year, apart from your husband, of course?"
"Two," she said.
"Three," I replied.
"No, I said two," Katie explained. "You asked me not to include David, so I didn't"
"The count is three, including me," I told her.
"I don't understand."
"Well, you don't think that you are leaving me unfucked, do you? You will get your backside paddled and you will be put firmly in your place, and part of that involves taking my cock!"
"I couldn't do that. I would be seeing you as my uncle," Katie said, a touch plaintively I thought. "It would weird me out to go to bed with my uncle!"
For a moment I was puzzled by her expression which I had not heard before. Then the penny dropped, and I began to feel my irritation rise. "Don't worry," I told her. "There is nothing wrong with my cock."
"I understand that, but I can't do it with you. It wouldn't be right," she said.
"Fine," I said, by then thoroughly angry. "If my cock isn't good enough for you then you can find someone else for all the rest as well." I could hear Katie try to protest, but I cut her off before she had managed to mouth the first syllable: "The rule with me is very simple: you fuck or you fuck off. You don't want to fuck - that's fine, now you can fuck off," I told her, just before I hung up the 'phone.
You may think that I was being over hard with Katie, but I had experienced nonsense like this earlier in the year and it had left a bad taste in my mouth, as well as wasting several days of my life, so I was determined that it was not going to happen twice in one year. I did tell this story to a fellow, once, and he asked if it would have not been better to go along with her silly ideas and then manipulate her into receiving cock in some way? I replied that I do not do things like that. A little darling does as I say because she either wants to go with me or because she has no other option. Of the two I often prefer the latter, because I enjoy the look of impotent fury on a minger's face as I poke her, but that is just me.
Anyway, I took myself off to the pub, and by the end of the evening I had almost forgotten Katie's existence, because as I made my way unsteadily home my telephone rang and there was Katie all bright eyed and with a plan in her mind.
To be continued.
It started quite innocuously with Katie writing to me with a comment about the blog. I replied, and told her that she was more than welcome to leave a comment on the site, and she wrote back to say that she was preferred to chat in private. That was how we did it for a few days and then on a whim I sent her my telephone number and was surprised when an hour or so later she called me.
Katie came over on the 'phone as a nervous late twenties girl, and I knew from her e-mails that she was just twenty-eight. She was articulate when she overcame her shyness and spoke with the flat vowels of her Leeds home. I knew already that she was married and the mother of two children. I knew also that her husband had a decent job and that the family lived a comfortable, but not over ostentatious, life, in one of the leafier suburbs of Leeds. What I did not know was why she had suddenly decided to latch onto me, and it took several calls before Katie decided to tell me exactly what lay behind her interest in me.
"I saw your videos," she said, in a very little voice. "The Spanish ones that you have on your blog. Is that really you with those girls?"
"They are Mexican, it's just the language that is Spanish," I told her.
"OK," she replied, before coming to what she really wanted to talk about: "You have a hard hand, don't you? Do you still punish girls with it over here?"
So that was what this was all about. Time to get into Uncle Nick mode, I decided. "I do if they are naughty girls who deserve a spanking," I told her. "Are you a naughty girl?"
"I think so, sometimes, yes," Katie replied in the smallest of voices, and after a pause that seemed interminable.
"Tell me about your naughtiness," I suggested, but silence was all I heard through the receiver. Time to play guessing games, I decided. "Does your husband know about your bad behaviour?
"God no! It would kill him! He is a good man and does not deserve what I do to him," she blurted out.
"What do you do to him?" There was no answer to that question, so I tried a different tack: "You go with other men, don't you?" Still the only answer I got was silence, so I decided to push her a little to see what happened: "How many, Katie? One, two, three a month - are you one of those community bikes that everyone rides?"
"No, it's not like that! I try to be good, but I feel so alone at times. I mean, David, that's my husband's name, he is away such a lot, with work, and it's just me and the kids and it feels like... Feels like," her voice trailed off into nothingness.
"It feels like you are alone and that nobody loves you," I said, finishing the sentence for her.
"Yes," came the reply in a voice so low that I had to concentrate to catch the word.
"And you think that being bored justifies behaving like a whore," I said, simply. I was laying the guilt on with a trowel, but it was what she was feeling already; all I did was articulate her own emotions in my own words.
"No, it's not like that. I hate being like this!"
"Then why do it?"
"Because... Because..."she said, her voice trailing off to nothingness.
"Because you are bad, aren't you?"
"Yes," replied the quiet little voice.
"And what happens to bad girls?
"They get punished."
"Indeed they do, Katie. Indeed they do. Across their Uncle Nick's knee, with their skirts up and their knickers down, learning how to be good," I told her, remorselessly.
"Yes," was all she managed to say.
"How many men have had you this year, apart from your husband, of course?"
"Two," she said.
"Three," I replied.
"No, I said two," Katie explained. "You asked me not to include David, so I didn't"
"The count is three, including me," I told her.
"I don't understand."
"Well, you don't think that you are leaving me unfucked, do you? You will get your backside paddled and you will be put firmly in your place, and part of that involves taking my cock!"
"I couldn't do that. I would be seeing you as my uncle," Katie said, a touch plaintively I thought. "It would weird me out to go to bed with my uncle!"
For a moment I was puzzled by her expression which I had not heard before. Then the penny dropped, and I began to feel my irritation rise. "Don't worry," I told her. "There is nothing wrong with my cock."
"I understand that, but I can't do it with you. It wouldn't be right," she said.
"Fine," I said, by then thoroughly angry. "If my cock isn't good enough for you then you can find someone else for all the rest as well." I could hear Katie try to protest, but I cut her off before she had managed to mouth the first syllable: "The rule with me is very simple: you fuck or you fuck off. You don't want to fuck - that's fine, now you can fuck off," I told her, just before I hung up the 'phone.
You may think that I was being over hard with Katie, but I had experienced nonsense like this earlier in the year and it had left a bad taste in my mouth, as well as wasting several days of my life, so I was determined that it was not going to happen twice in one year. I did tell this story to a fellow, once, and he asked if it would have not been better to go along with her silly ideas and then manipulate her into receiving cock in some way? I replied that I do not do things like that. A little darling does as I say because she either wants to go with me or because she has no other option. Of the two I often prefer the latter, because I enjoy the look of impotent fury on a minger's face as I poke her, but that is just me.
Anyway, I took myself off to the pub, and by the end of the evening I had almost forgotten Katie's existence, because as I made my way unsteadily home my telephone rang and there was Katie all bright eyed and with a plan in her mind.
To be continued.
2 comments:
I have to say at first when i started reading your blog, way back oh i don't really know, i didn't like you. I liked the spanking during sex. But you intriqued me, so i subscribed through reader to you and kept getting your blogs everyday... Well, i have to tell you, I LOVE your blogs.. every morning when i open my reader, i look for yours and wonder what the hell you're going to put up. I guess i didn't like what you wrote and how you were because those girls were me and it to close to home and i wasn't able to accept it yet... I have now and i am able to tell my New Dom about your page and everything.. Lets just hope that the Sgm (my husband) will get it when he gets back from the sandbox... lol
Thank you very, very much for your really rather wonderful comment. This blog does not get many comments at the best of times, but to get one like yours goes a long way towards reassuring me that I am on the right line.
Men either take this blog or they leave it, but for women it is much more black and white, with a love/hate attitude coming to the fore. I don't know why this is, but I might blog about that attitude next week.
For the moment I am still writing the next chapter for my new book and posting each section here as it is finished.
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