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Monday, February 27, 2017

Monday Moaning: Killing me softly.... The punishment .. Erotica in prose


He's been quiet about it all evening,
He never said a word about the punishment at dinner time
He never said anything as we cleaned up the kitchen
He smiled at my jokes as I tried to see just where his mental mood was at
He wasn't playing the dominate game at all
He was showing me who was the dominate one
Which is not good news for his naughty submission one....

"Jean come here," echoed down the hall
It's that time eased through my thoughts
As I walked down the hallway of shame, I notice there was nothing in his hand,
that's a good sign were my thoughts
I walked straight into the bedroom, after seeing nothing new there,  "Oh boy over his knee time" flashed through my mind
Just as I walked up to the spanking chair he spoke
" I didn't say anything about in here, I said come here young lady"
His voice tone was extra deep and rough, I guess two days in a row missing meetings wasn't a good showing for the owners to their employee's
But Damn, a girl has her needs, and what good is it being the boss if you can't do what you want to do?
"This way young lady" was all he said to me as he walked away

After following him to the next bedroom, my eyes took a quick look around inside
The only thing amiss was a wooden chair in the middle of the room
Kinky I thought....
"Walk over and bend over the back of the chair please"
As instructed, I did just that

Here are the rules young lady
You will not cry out (he  know I'm very vocal), or I shall double the punishment
You will keep your panties on, but the rest of your clothes you will take them off by my command
"Your command, yea right we shall see I stated under my breath"
Whoosh - tap " what the!"... "Silence woman he snaps"
Whoosh - tap,  Whoosh - tap
My body twisted as the sharp pain rushed through my ass flesh
Whoosh - tap!
Whoosh - tap! sounded as a thin wooden cane came crashing down on the soft flesh of my firm abundance fanny that started to burn like liquid fire
His caning action stopped as fast as it started


"Now that I have your attention young lady," turn around and slowly take off your blouse and bra 
I hope by doing a semi slow strip tease with my blouse and bra, it would help take his mind off the punishment, but his facial expression never changed, which mean my ass was in deep trouble 
After doing just as he said,  I stood completely still and waited for more of his instructions 
'Squeeze your breast like you are always asking me to do"
I have hardly squeezed my left breast and twisted my nipples softly to mock him, but as soon as my eyes caught a twitching movement in his wrist,  I quickly squeezed  my nipples  so hard it brought tears to my eyes 
Just as sensations of pain flowed through me, I felt my legs become weak,  my voice softly moan
"Damn," I'm such a slut traced through my mind

"Now, make your nipples hard and perky for me"
Perky I thought, they're already so hard they hurt, I guess you want me
Whoosh - tap! sounded on the side of my butt cheek
Stunned was my reaction, stunned he could twist and strike my behind solidly that quick while standing almost right in front of me
Quickly my fingertips twisted my nipple harder, as the pain intensified, I felt my legs trembling
My body tensed as I fought back a gasp that was levitating inside my throat, because I wasn't going to give him satisfaction to hear it

"Take off your skirt" was the next instructions I heard
Quickly I unzipped my skirt zipper, then let the skirt slowly slide down the curves of my hips
Next I eased off my pink slip
Silently he stood in front of me while his eyes trace the feminine figure of my body
While pretending to look him in his eyes, my glare traced the slight curve of the growth of his cock slithering down his left leg
Suddenly my lungs gasped  after being caught off guard by the tip of the cane gingerly sliding up my right inner thigh, my lungs was finally able to exhale when the cane tip came to rest at the swell of my sex
A deep exhale followed a deep inhale, as he slowly slid the cane tip up and down the moist center of my folds
Miniature tremors swept through my legs muscles, as the hard wood of the cane mimic the hardness of his cock playfully sliding up and down the slick center of my folds 
He pulls the cane back and look at the tip, "Wet" was his choice of words , then take a finger and rub it over the tip wet spot, then slowly spoon his wet finger into his mouth
After he taste the sample of my nectar that was on the cane tip, he takes the finger out of his mouth and  just stands there with an none emotional look on his face
Yes he's a little devil run through my thoughts, but not out my much too talkative mouth
His eyes glance over to his office lounge chair, "over there he points"
I walk up to the back of the chair and stop

"Bend over" 
I spread my legs and bend over at the waist, taking hold of the back of the longe chair
Without another word:
Whoosh tap!
Oooch.. oh shii!..
Silence he barks, this is your last warning 
Whoosh tap, Whoosh tap, Whoosh tap


Whoa, he fires that darn cane faster on my backside than a machine gun can fire bullets were my thought, as my backside started to quickly warm up with sensations of fire
My legs jump, my ass moved away from the whisking sound of the cane coming down hard on its flesh, making him miss his spot
"Be still Jean" or else barks in his deepest baritone voice
Or else what I thought, crack that cane on my big ass some more
 And where and the hell did he get that nasty little cane anyway?
It stings more than that hateful whip of his
As soon as I cleared my thoughts and held my ass still 
Whoosh... tap! Whoosh... tap! Wooosh...tap! I never heard the sound of the cane making contact on my ass flesh because the fiery pain shot right through me and made me instantly scream out
It seems he can whip that cane faster than my voice can scream out
Whoosh tap!!
Oouch - damn I moaned out loud....
It's not that I wasn't trying to move from the next hit of that cane, it was that I didn't want to feel the raining pain it was putting on my behind 
I had moved too fast and too far to the left and the cane clipped my hand that suppose to have my hand on the back of the chair, but the reaction to protect my ass flesh was faster than the price I was about to pay to that vicious hitting cane
He stops the caning as soon as he realized he struck my hand and walk up to me to survey the damage
Just a nick he said, stay there and I'll be back in a flash
In a flash, how ironic I thought

Whew, maybe I should have done that sooner, because tap jean ass now has an all new meaning to me,  but once he hurt me, my love went to get something to ease my pain
I heard him reenter the room, I spread my legs wider and slightly wiggle my tender behind side to side in an intent to entice his attention else where, but how silly was that, tap Jean ass was already on his mind
Suddenly he push me tight against the chair, then quickly hog tied my upper body to it
With a firm grip, he pulled my panties down my legs than, then ripped them off with one hard tug 
Next he ties my arms so I couldn't move them,  I suddenly realized my naked ass was a perfect target for his air strikes
He starts to walk away then said, "Oh yea, I almost forgot", then turn around and placed a medicated bandage on the small welt were the cane struck my hand
His loving jester made me so mad I buck so hard the back of the chair jumped up off the floor
When it came down hard on his perfectly hard wood floor, my thoughts went from being angry to Oh-no, I wish I hadn't done that
"Are you through" he mumbled?
I chose silence to answer him

Now, where was I he said?
 "Ah yes, " tapping that nice-round-firm-ass
Without another word, the ragging thunder returned


Whoosh - tap!
Whoosh tap-tap!!
He was striking my hiney so fast it sounded as if he hitting it twice with one swing of his hand
My husband always has been a precise person, and precise was each strike of that cane
He hit the same spot twice, then move to the next
When this is over, I can forget about sitting down for a least a week

Normally I won't let myself cry during punishment, but I felt the tears flowing down my face like a waterfall
Whoosh tap!
Whoosh tap!!
Then came silence

Silence was diffidently golden when the sound of that cane kissing my backside stopped
As I quietly sobbed to myself while my thoughts ran rampant, one thought stood out
The next time I get real mad at him and tell him to "just kiss my ass" knowing it's going to get me an instant spanking, I will not ever mention kissing ass again, because he just might kiss it with that nasty cane again...

The door of the office room was heard closing, something else he usually doesn't do
He usually comforts me by telling me why the punishment while he sooth my wounds
Then we have quiet time together or terrific sex or both
But not today....
As I laid tied to the couch quietly sobbing to myself and wishing I could rub my wounds, I had time to think about why I was in this moment of predicament, I also thought about the next time I get real mad at him and tell him to "just kiss my ass" knowing it's going to get me an instant spanking, I will not mention kissing my ass, because he just might kiss it with that nasty cane again...
This silence by myself is killing me more than being tied up, I'm use to being pampered and maybe some cock worship afterwards to say I'm sorry
Well at least that's what he thinks, I love cock worship because I'm the one really in charge
But the firmness in this punishment was so different today, maybe I have pushed his buttons too far this time

 I'll just have to wait to see what else he has in mind
For this sore red behind

(c)1ManView

Saturday, February 25, 2017

Saturday seduction: The room ... Picture poem... Prose poetry


Lifeless cigarette stood up high between her long slim fingers, for an erotic effect 
While the curvature of her ample round breast took center stage 

Long shapely legs looked as if they were reaching out to me, begging me, no daring me to touch them, and once my fingertips touched the softness of their flesh, desire bloomed within

As my fingertips followed the shapely curves of her legs, they found the hidden cavern entrance that hid the moistness of her desire between them
A desire that wanted to tenderly be stroked and kissed with vigor and passion, until it spasm with Sheerness of delight

And once the spasm become departed
The desire between her legs wanted its will fulfilled with the molten hot white seed of my blooming manhood

 (C) 1ManView

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Saturday seduction: One on one... Seductive erotic poem

A Song Poem is a poem that is written from a song, 
Using a phrase, sentence, or word from that song. 
It must also be written in the melody, rhythm or spirit of that song:
(Please push play

Ding-Dong...
Door open
The beginning to a new ending begin....

Lights down low
That look in your eyes look more like you what to go 
Instead of trying to make us work once more

I'm here
You're way over there
Silence fills the room with its thick air 
Making my mind wonder if you still really care

You undress you
While I undress me
Hesitate bodies become closer and start to press all so near
Lips embrace is so tender and sweet, my mind start to forget about its earlier fears

Game of words stay on hold
Letting our sexual prowess become bold
While our bodies make up the rules for tonight game of "one on one" as we go
 Hoping this will entice the love inside our bodies to once again unfold 

Your soft caress of love bliss
Was surly missed
As it went from tracing the curve of my lips
To the heave of my breast
Then slowly down to the swell of my soft weeping folds
Moans of endearment overtake the deaf silence of the room
As your lips gingerly kissed my lips flesh
While your fingertips search for moment of my body surrender

Lungs gasp
Then hitch
As the sensations of two fingers that easily slip
Past the moisten swell of my vulva lips

My mind, body and soul surrender to "your touch" of surrealism
My voice quietly whisper your name
While our eyes became enticed in each other look of deep affection 

While lips deep passionate embrace continue
Thighs open wide as your body ease between them
A shallow grunt floats from your mouth into mine
As you endowment intrude into the cramp space of my pink given
A given, I surrender only to your love


Slender legs tightly warp 
Around the thickness of your back
As sensations of your hard endowment sliding up and down the center of my sex opening
Rampage through every nerve ending in my body

Your hip thrusts are slow and precise 
Gliding your hard manly substance exceedingly deep into the smooth seams of my serenity
Bringing us closer and closer to the reason we have come together tonight
To bring back our game of "one on one" love back into our life's

In a passionate rhythmic rhythm 
Our bodies float
Like clear water in a moat
Slowly up and down
On the waves of true love

My body quake
Under yours that quiver and shake
Once our bodies separate
And we become "face to face"
I see the love in your passion afterglow
As tears slowly flow
From your tearing eyes

"One on one" has truly come back to our house
Not only for this one blissful night
But for our eternity

(C) 1ManView
Song: One on one by Hall and Oats....

Saturday, February 4, 2017

Saturday "Red Panties Dairy" ... Come without ... Prose poem

Quietly I walk around his naked appearence

Eyes catch a glimpse of new bright red panties
Fingertips grab and violently rip them off my hips
Darting eyes look through his smudging smile
A moment before pouting lips surrender to his...

Sot kisses 
Search for the softness of my lips 
Once found, 
He kisses me directly
He kisses me with tenderness
He kisses me with fiery desire 
That move me
That groove me
That inflame the very soul of me


Naked body laid on edge of bed mattress
Legs elevated unto broad shoulders
Harden mass rest at the heated opening of my appetency
And slightly dip its head into my wetness
Temptation resisted to dive face first, into the warm waters between my legs

Soft flesh wrapped in steel washed over the erect-ness of my nub,
Hips rock methodically, gently, in love rhythm, back and forth, back and forth
Sliding hardness effortlessly over my erect nub again and again
Sending waves of euphoric sensations washing inside me
Making moans of pleasure vibrate in my throat
Making my body wanting to climax

Its weight
Its heat
Its bulbous head that leads the way for his hard as steel exterior, inches closer to my sex entrance, that's plump from need
Wet from wanting lust

His harden shaft head rest, while pulsating on my homage opening
A gentle thrust
A quiet moan
A silent groan
Emerges as his width gradually stretch the pink walls of my sex, its elongated length slowly push into my secured depths

Pain 
Ecstasy
Is followed by
More pain
More ecstasy, rushing through my extremities, as inch by inch of his swollen harden mass steadily penetrated into my wishing well, stopping only to allow my womb walls to accommodate his size, then plunge again ever deeper into my pink darkness


As shear erotic ecstasy filled my womb, his girth fills the cramped space inside my womb walls
Once all of him was buried balls deep inside me, his hips rotations become completely dormant

Firm lips tenderly suckle on my soft full lips
They gently suckle on the side of my neck 
They gingerly suckle on the edge of my earlobe

Warm breaths of whispers love, fall quietly into my ears
While the warmth of his body, seep into mines

Harden flesh pulsate in my depths, each erotic deep pulsation send electrified sensations up my spine, into the back of my mind, to the farthest corner of my loins

Eyes close
Lungs moan in need
Body shiver in wanting 
Breath hitch, as unexpected spasm ravish my womb with an uninhibited burst of orgasmic release
 
As my body lightly shuddered under his
He made me cum once again
Without a stroke...

(C) 1ManView

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Erotic picture poem........ Shallow ..............


 In the dark wakes of the night
Wetness of perspiration flows from our flesh like water flows over a mountaintop

Deep inside my ravine his staff rides with long:
Slow
Strokes
Penetrating deep inside my feminine wake
Making gushing sounds as his girth rides back and forth between the taut-ness of my  wet walls grip

Slowly  he ride my wants:
My will:
My need:
My soul into submission
As my inner gusher slowly rise to the top

Large beads of his sweat fall on the middle of my back
Mixing his body wet perspiration with my own
After gathering in large quantities
It tumbles down the roundness of my buttocks
Finally falling on the blue satin sheets

Bodies are wet from head to toe:
Sheets
Mattress
Are soaked absolute
As none stop passion sweat pours off our bodies 

Hands tightens around the soft flesh around my waist
They pull me harder and deeper into his dep ultra slow thrust

My voice whisper faster
But his ears choose not to hear me
Because his mind has chosen to keep killing me softly with shear, slow pleasure

Slowly:
Every inch
Every fiber
Every imperfection of his harden staff surface is felt against the softness of my walls, as his rock hard shaft falls in and out the darkness of my depths

My mind flashes images of his cock perfect size
Its grueling girth
The thick blood vein running up to its peak
The smooth roundness of its large crown
The perfect length of his erect cock

Body weakened to the point it can not scream
As my clear cream ooze perpetually on top of his rigid shaft velvet soft smooth skin
My body shuddered and quake to the point my mind fade to oblivion 

Thick muscular thighs stiffen on the back of mine
While his hot white seed ejaculate into the depths of my wet ravine
Our quiet screams of blissful agony go unheard
As sensations of passion-lust gushes from the depth of our being
Consumed, his body come to rest on top of mine

As we lay in contentment
My mind wonders about how the rivers of the world shall never run dry
As long as we continue our slow passionate love-making

(C) 1ManView