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The sounds you are hearing... are a naughty little girl crying and kicking her legs, from a well deserved spanking.

9 1/2 weeks "Nosy Parker" scene

John: Don‘t talk. I have a question

I want to ask you.

Elizabeth: Okay.

John: All the while that I was with

my friend, I was just wondering…

… what you were doing in there.

I was wondering if maybe

you were going through my clothes…

… looking in my drawers…

… looking at the things in my closet.

And I said,

“No, she’s not that kind of girl.

She’s a good girl.”

Good girls don ‘t snoop, do they?

So come on, you can tell me.

Tell me if you’ve been a nosy parker.

I mean, come on.

Really, I want to know.

I’m your pal, right? So tell me.

You can trust me.

It’ll be our secret.

So tell me.

Tell me.

Elizabeth *whispers: Yes.

John: Yes.. What’s that?

- Yes, what?

Elizabeth: Yes, I’ve been a nosy parker.

John: Shame on you.I didn’t think you’d be here.

Why’d you do that?

Elizabeth: I’m sorry.

John:You’ve been a very bad girl.

I want you to face the wall and raise

your skirt, because I’m gonna spank you.

Elizabeth: You are kidding?

John: I’m not kidding.

“I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding."― Anaïs Nin

A Spanking Poem

To love is to spank 
To spank is to love 
We're two of a kind 
We fit like a glove 

I know you've been bad 
I see what you need 
The spanking will come 
Our love we will feed 

You're my little girl 
Like the girl with the curl 
Who's sometimes good as gold 
But don't tell me you're too old 

To be taken in hand 
By someone who cares 
Who won't take your lip 
Nor cold hearted stares 

"Cause you've misbehaved 
I've told you before 
If you don't toe the mark 
Your behind will be sore 

I know it's my way 
That makes you obey 
I never back down 
I must spank you, today 

So over my lap 
You are taken again 
When I start to use the brush 
I'll hear you crying then 

But stop I cannot 
Until the lessons been learned 
Through heat to the seat 
And a bottom that's burned 

She kicks and she cries 
And begs and she pleads 
But spank her I must 
For such naughty deeds 

Her skirt is pulled up 
And her panties are down 
And hairbrush of wood 
Of Ebony brown 
She cries that it hurts 
She swears to be good 
But I will not stop 
Until the time that I should 

From flesh that was white 
To a color of pink 
To a red that resembles 
A cherry soft drink 
Her bottom so hot 
And her tears oh so real 
I'm sure this sound spanking 
To her will reveal 
That I love to spank her 
But above, most of all 
Is the love that I feel for her 
That makes me walk tall 
For I know I am doing 
This for her own good 
And I'll do it tomorrow 
If I know I should 
So, stay on the straight and narrow 
And take this to the bank 
Should you stray from the path girl 
Your bare fanny I will spank 

Everything as it should be.

Stripped of the gown that was part of the celebration of their unity. She is told to stand and lean forward placing her hands on the wall. She obeys him and pushes her bottom out in an inviting manner. His heart beats faster and cock stiffens as he views the invitation. Yet before he finalizes today's event, by taking her now as his wife. He will confirm her promise to obey.

Standing behind her, he runs his hand across her smooth skin and speaks of her promise to love, honor and obey. Her body trembles slightly of fear and excitement, because from the beginning of their relationship they both knew what they wanted and would have forever if this day ever came. She has submitted to him in mind, body and soul. 

He reaches for the night stand drawer and removes a leather strap he had made of the finest leather. Specially for this night, but not exclusively. He does not ask, but tells her to stay in that position with her hands on the wall, until he tells her she can move. She simply replies in agreement with "Yes Sir". His Dominance is wanted, needed and desired as much for her as her submission is for him.

The tone of this moment is well understood and excepted by both. A loud gasp escapes her lips when the first of many hard strokes of the strap land across the fullest part of her bottom and sit spot. Tears quickly flow freely, but not from sadness or the stinging pain and burn felt by the strap. They are tears of happiness that her life long dream of living the rest of her life with a man who knows and understands her best has been fulfilled.

Knowing her well and even confirmed after past punishments she has earned. She is never aware of her bodies desire for his Dominance, even with the harshest punishment. The sounds of a slight whimper and soft moan are heard when they both discover the extreme wetness felt as he runs his fingers across her swollen lips. He grins with great pleasure and states "you really are a naughty little girl". Then leads her over to the bed to reward her submission with physical pleasure.

When i said Goodnight.

My daughters have way too many friends that play in several different bands. Can't keep up with who is in which band. This song's name caught eye. 

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