Something A Little Different This Week !!

A very lovely spanko buddy in Canada wrote me this little story, and I thought I would share it here with you all...his vision of a visit with Miss Kiley!

If you'd like to share a story with me, and have me share it here, email me at Mistress_Kiley@yahoo.com and if I like it and think it is appropriate to this blog, you could see it here, too !!

Please enjoy my friend B's story !!

 

MY NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR

The doorbell rang. It was my neighbor Bob.
 

"Hi Kiley, can I talk to you about something?" he said.
 

"Sure, come on in!" I replied.
 

We made small talk for a few minutes but I could tell he was nervous, so I asked him what he wanted to talk to me about. He looked at the floor and stammered a bit before the words started to flow.
 

"One day a month or two ago I was walking between our houses, past your living room window, and heard a noise and looked up . . . and I . . . er . . . saw you . . . um . . . spanking that college girl who lives up the street. I was shocked, but my feet wouldn't move. I was fascinated, and not only because a beautiful young girl was lying naked over your lap! I know I shouldn't have watched, but I stood there peeking in your window for probably 20 minutes as you spanked her, first with your hand, then with a leather paddle. I could see her bottom turning from white to pink to a light red. Then you had her stand up, and I saw the two of you smile at each other. She leaned over the arm of the sofa and you picked up what looked like a walking cane, though smaller, and I saw you swish it at her bare bottom about a dozen times, pausing between each stroke to lightly caress that whole area.
 

"I finally came to my senses and walked away, but my mind was racing. I was shocked, intrigued, and strangely . . . turned on. Since then, I've kind of kept an eye on your place and I've seen that the college girl seems to come over every Tuesday evening. I wait a while after she arrives, then sneak out to my spot by your window and peek in as she takes off all her clothes and lies across your lap. You smile at her, and you begin to spank her vigorously. I love the way her cheeks jiggle as you slap her bottom firmly with your hand and then the paddle! Sometimes I've seen you use a riding crop on her. You both seem to be enjoying yourselves.
 

"As the weeks went on, I started to fantasize more and more about what it would be like to be . . . um . . . in that college girl's place. I couldn't believe I was having thoughts like that! And I knew I shouldn't have been watching through your window, but I couldn't tear myself away. So I've come here today to apologize to you, and to ask if you . . . um . . . might possibly be interested in . . . um . . . spanking me."
 

"You want me to spank you?" I replied, still reeling from what I'd been hearing. "Over your jeans?"
 

"Um, no, not over my jeans," Bob said. "Um . . . on the bare bottom. In fact, if it was all right with you, I'd like to be naked, just like the college girl."
 

I smiled. A big smile.
 

"I'm going into the kitchen to get a drink," I said. "While I'm gone, you take off all your clothes, put them in that chair over there, and stand here naked with your hands on top of your head until I get back."
 

I could hardly contain my glee and I'm sure I let out a little giggle as I opened the fridge door. When I went back into the living room, Bob was standing there naked with his hands on top of his head, just as directed. I sat on the couch and beckoned him to come over and stand beside me.
 

"You're sure you want me to spank you?" I asked him.
 

 

"Um . . . yes, I'm sure," he replied. I smiled again.
 

"Bob, I know that it took great courage for you to come here today and not only confess that you have been peeking in my window but also to admit that you are curious about being spanked yourself."
 

I knew he was terribly embarrassed, standing there naked with his hands on his head, and I couldn't resist teasing him a little.
 

"So Bob, tell me again exactly what it is you want?" I said with faux innocence.
 

"Um," he stammered, "Kiley, would you please spank me on my bare bottom?"
 

I laughed with delight.
 

"Bob, I would GLADLY spank you on your bare bottom! Now get over my lap!"
 

He draped his body across me on the sofa, and I started to lightly rub his bottom, which was full and round and masculine, with a light covering of fine hair. I was trying to put him at ease because he was trembling a little. Then I gave his bottom a gentle slap on the left cheek, then on the right. And then again. And again and again and again, harder and with increasing speed until I couldn't swing my arm any faster. The loud smack of bare hand slapping bare bottom is always intoxicating! I thought I heard Bob moan. Time flew by as I spanked him with my hand, then with my leather paddle and finally the riding crop. Eventually, as his bottom turned a light to medium red, I thought he had probably had enough for a first-ever spanking.
 

"OK," I said. "You can get up now and put your clothes on."
 

I loved the experience, but I wasn't entirely sure what Bob was thinking as he was being quiet. Then he threw his arms around my neck and said, "Thank you, Kiley, thank you so much for spanking me!" I breathed a sigh of relief.
 

Then, just as he was leaving, at the front door, he said: "Kiley . . . er . . . if I came back next week, would you . . . um . . . maybe use your cane on me?"
 

The End

 

 

Such a lovely story, thank you !!

K

Miss Kiley Learns A Lesson

Dear Diary,

After the little scene I witnessed in Dr. G***'s office at The B**** School, he took me on a brief tour of the campus and then we enjoyed a lovely dinner. Conversation at dinner revolved around our mutual acquaintances, various seminars we had both attended and the town where the school is located. It was a very pleasant evening and by the time I got back to my hotel, I fell into a deep, restful sleep. I woke up bright and early the next morning, eager to meet some of the other staff, see the facilities in more detail and get a better idea of what was expected of me in my potential new position.
 

Late in the day, that first day, I decided I needed to get away by myself for a bit. Too many people and too much information were overloading my brain, and I needed some fresh air and some alone time. I decided a stroll around the campus would do just the trick. The grounds are quite beautiful, flowers blooming everywhere and some of the most gorgeous, mature trees surround the campus, shading the walkways and paths at every turn. One particular stand of trees caught my attention, so I headed in that direction. Once there, I was surprised to find one of the school's groundskeepers sitting on the tailgate of his truck.


"Oh! Hello!" I said, surprised. "I didn't realize anyone was here, I hope I am not disturbing you. I am Miss Kiley!"


"Ahhh, yes, Miss Kiley...I've heard about you" He took a moment to look me over. I actually found myself getting rather warm under his very frank appraisal and wondered if my simple cotton skirt and tank top met his approval.


"And you are...?" I asked, trying to get myself back under control.


He slid off the tailgate and extended his hand. "Mike...I am the head groundskeeper here."


I took a moment to appraise him. Tall, sandy blond hair, twinkling green eyes, broad, strong shoulders...and I, of course, noticed his large, rough, callused hands. A shock of desire ran through me as we shook hands.


"I have been enjoying these gorgeous grounds! And these trees in particular caught my attention."


"Carya Ovalis" he said, with a sideways glance at me as he looked at the tree we were standing beside.


"Yes, the Red Hickory...so very beautiful. These have obviously been here a while."


"You know your trees..." Did I hear a bit of a grin in his voice?


"Well, I certainly know a Hickory tree." At least, I know hickory switches, I thought to myself.

He proceeded to tell me probably more than I really wanted to know about the tree, but, while he talked, he reached up and plucked a branch off the tree. Not really a branch, not much more than a twig, really, but quite big enough to work as a switch. Sometimes it's difficult to have a conversation with someone when all you can do is think about spanking!

He strolled back to the tailgate of his truck and I followed, drawn by him and that darn switch in his hand!! He retook his seat on the gate and began to spin the switch between his fingers.

"Penny for your thoughts" he laughed. I started, realizing that I had been watching the switch in his hand, and I hoped that I hadn't been drooling!

"I was just thinking what an effective discipline tool you are holding there" Yep, I was trying to stay cool and professional while trying NOT to imagine how that switch would feel and how being over his knee would feel, and...you get the picture ;)

"So tell me, Miss Kiley, does the Disciplinarian ever need her own discipline?" 

"Well everyone needs some kind of discipline in their lives, wouldn't you agree?" There was that darn switch again!!


"I do believe, Miss Kiley, that you are absolutely correct!" With that, he grabbed my arm and pulled me over his lap. He was just high enough sitting on the gate of his truck that my toes barely touched the ground.


"Wh-wh-what do you think you are doing young man?!?" It is not easy being indignant when you are dangling over someone's knee and eagerly anticipating what is to come.


"Giving the Disciplinarian a taste of her own corrective medicine"


With that, he pulled my skirt up over my behind and yanked down my panties. He ran his large, callused hand over my behind and I found myself hoping he wouldn't limit his exploration to just my behind. I was wet and throbbing, yearning for his touch, but not just the touch of his hand...I wanted, no, I craved the feel of that switch on my bare bottom. That would be where I would find my pleasure.


I heard the "swish" of the switch before I felt it connect. Instant explosion...pain, pleasure, embarrassment for my predicament, this was the moment I craved. I had to put my hand over my mouth to stifle the moan that escaped, the moan that let him know that my struggles to escape were really a plea for another stroke, another moment outside of myself, another moment in ecstasy.


I took ten strokes there under the Hickory trees, dangling over his lap. When it was over, he set me gently back down on my feet. I tidied myself, then looked him in the eyes.


"You do realize what this means, don't you?"


"No, tell me" I saw that grin in his eyes again, and I realized it was a challenge.


"Next time, it's your turn."


"I am counting on it." With that, he got into his truck, waved to me and drove off to the next job.

It was then, I think, dear diary, that I knew I would be staying at the B**** school, at least for a while ;)

More next week !!

K