Here is a very entertaining letter I received from my LA friends, Mila and Stefan. It was so entertaining, we had to share it….
ENJOY! YOUR SPIRIT HAS BEEN GREATFULLY INVOKED BY MILA IN media res OF A SPANKING WHICH IS STILL IN PROGRESS, A SPANKING WHICH IS TWENTY MINUTES INTO ITS SECOND HOUR. WHILE SHE RESTS AND LOOKS OVER STEFAN’S SHOULDER, HE IS WRITING TO AUDREY. STEFAN IS NOT ONLY CERTAIN THAT AUDREY IS ACTIVELY ENGAGED IN A CAMPAIGN TO GET HIM SPANKED TO CHINA AND BACK, HE IS ALSO QUIKCLY LEARNING SHE IS QUITE GOOD AT WHAT SHE’S DOING. STEFAN CAN MITIGATE THE SEVERITY OF HIS SPANKING’S CHAMPIONSHIP ROUND BY WRITING THIS LETTER TO MILA’S SATISFACTION. WE BOTH HOPE YOU’LL ENJOY THIS CRAZY SLICE OF LIFE.
Dear Audrey,
Where to begin? First, I really want you to know that, even if it weren’t a part of the spanking I’m currently receiving (the end of which is terribly in sight), I would be writing to tell you that I’m so very sorry to be tardy with my replies to your heartfelt letters. it’s inexcusable and won’t happen again.
THE STORY:
Mila was looking through my e-mail and noticed that I had yet to reply to your latest batch of queries and good cheer, and when the pictures of your kittens melted both of our hearts, I knew my goose was totally cooked. After I showered and put on my PJ’s, I walked into the living room only to find Mila with her eyes fixed on the television and her favorite paddle (the club as you called it) by her side. I knew I was going to get the holy-hell spanked out of me (and knew why [and that I deserved it] without her saying), so I didn’t protest and I tried to anticipate her commands. I knelt by her side, and I dropped trousers as I draped myself over her knee. That was a huge no-no. I think Mila’s words say it all: “You really have lost your fucking mind, trying to direct me.” Mila put her hand in front of my face and gestured for me to get up. I did. She tugged me in front of her, and then told me to face away from her (and told me I was blocking the tv). I felt an odd tickle and quickly realized she was writing all over my butt with a sharpee.
Of course, Mila starts laughing herself silly (which is frankly, in mid-spanking, both completely terrifying and superbly humiliating), and then she says:
“If you can guess what it says, and I know that you can’t, you might save “my ass”” (because my butt belongs to her)” from a few blisters.
I guessed “Audrey’s bottom.”
Mila jumps over the back of the couch, I stay put, and she comes back with a compact. I read two lines “This is how/ U write Audree.” (She actually wrote your name with two e’s).
I’ve just been ordered on all fours.
PAUSE FOR SPANKING. IT’S GETTING VERY LATE.
Ok. That “e” remark (which is completely true) necessitated a brief interruption in the writing of this letter in order to provide time for a five minute speed paddling.
OK. That crack just earned me another five minutes. I am still crying a bit, and I bawled (sobs, snot, the whole deal) my eyes out during. The tears started flowing inside the first thirty seconds.
BACK TO THE PRELUDE:
Then the spanking begins. I was told to quickly assume position for a “straddle paddle.” This calls for me to hold myself in place by resting my weight on my elbows (which are placed on the floor), and also calls upon my legs to gently hug Mila). It’s a vicious position that makes any butt clenching impossible and its ideal for long paddling. “Straddle paddles “ are fast (but long), no mercy paddlings that usually (in my case) produce tears. The last hour and forty minutes has seen two twenty-minute long straddle paddles. It has also seen two, five minute doses of the same, and one 20 minute long prison strapping. Mila has taken several breaks. During these breaks, I have seen no mercy and have, instead, been alone in front of the robospanker (it is in the bedroom but it has a remote). I have only seen a few minutes pause here and there, this being one of them.
ONTO OTHER THINGS:
Male/Male spanking:
Mila would love to see me spank Vanny. The paranoia on m/m is so very lame. Frankly, the best place to prove that you’re NOT GAY is over a man’s knee. As for your very large friend, he can totally spank me if you’d get a real kick out of it. What are friends for?
On me giving spankings:
I’m inexperienced, but everyone says I’m a natural. I usually just go with the moment, but I’m intense (in scolding and spanking) and every man I’ve spanked has gotten ##SPANKED##! (toots own horn). I’ll try to film the next spanking I administer.
On getting spanked by you:
I was indeed mortified, but only in an appropriate manner.
It was awesome.
CODA:
Well, that’s the news.
I really am sorry about the flaky.
Best regards,
Stefan Rhyzhkov