MEMORANDUM
From: Mick Collins, Executive Editor
To: M, Western Correspondent
Re: Result of Consumer Research on your “Instructions”
While the experience is still fresh in my mind, I wanted to report back on my efforts to utilize your helpful instructions on the proper spanking of a recalcitrant female.
As you know, our publication often likes to publish little “how to do” articles that our readers might find compelling and useful in their work-a-day lives.
Of course this is hardly an original idea. Lame-stream media outlets like the New York Times frequently publish recipes to use for posh holiday gatherings, and even cocktail recipes. One of our more comparable competitors, SFP, through her blogging empire sometimes posts handy “how to do” articles, like the one on how to makes a spreader bar from materials available at Home Depot. And you will surely recall how Aisha did a consumer review article on the higher and better uses of Risotto Spoons.
So, after we were surprised to see your article on “spanking methodology” pop up in the in-box that we reserve for you --- I could barely see it at first amidst the cob webs – I figured that our readers would love this helpful guide.
But first some quality control. Before we could give your procedure the coveted “UCTMW Seal of Approval”, we needed to do some consumer testing and take some illustrative photos.
Fortunately, it was Switch Day here at the corporate headquarters in River City, so our revered publisher, Molly Collins, could be compelled into serving as the test pilot in this experiment.
After Molly had read the morning papers a bit, I called her attention to the chair I had brought up from the dining room.
“Why do I have to be the sacrificial lamb on this one, Slave,” she whined. “I’ll bet one of the sub-sisters would be happy to volunteer.”
“I know, Mistress. But remember you chopped the travel budget in our latest austerity measures.”
Times are tough in the publishing world these days. And we don’t want to have to sell out to Ruppert Murdoch. The next thing you know you’d be seeing shots of Sarah Palin getting her bottom paddled.
Mistress agreed to be the subject of our little demonstration. But, as you might expect, getting her full co-operation was not an easy task. There’s a reason she’s the Publisher here and I am the lowly Executive Editor.
“Ok… first thing: take off that lovely black nighty, Mistress. You are supposed to be nude.”
“Huh…. Why? I don’t remember that part….”
I re-read the instructions to her, and she agreed, reluctantly, pulling off her soft black nighty to reveal that lovely, shapely body that has drawn so many page views to UCTMW in the last year.
“Now for your inspection.”
I was sitting on the chair. She was positioned in front of me. My fingers slid up the inside of her well conditioned thighs, exploring the path that I know well, dipping into her clean shaven folds.
“Wet already, Mistress? Our WC will be pleased to hear that this part of his instructions seem to have some appeal.”
She just gave me a snooty little sigh. But her slight undulations suggested that drawing your name into the conversation had a certain helpful effect.
I used my palms to rotate her around, giving me a close-up of her firm, rounded bottom. And my fingers slid between her legs, probing a bit, making her squirm as I invaded her virgin ass.
“I’m sure he likes the thought that you’ve saved this for his special occasion cock, Mistress.”
That seemed to make her ass tighten it’s firm grip on my invading digit.
We were ready to proceed with our demonstration.
"Okay, Mistress time to assume your position". I pulled her down, onto my lap.
It took us a while to get her oriented in the right way. My right leg over her left leg. Her right hand gripped by my left hand. Her bottom open and accessible to me. And before I got started I snapped this illustration to help our readers when they conduct this little exercise in the privacy of their own bedrooms … or dungeons, as the case may be.
Then I proceeded to thwack away with an open palm.
I had music on the mask the sound of flesh hitting flesh, since Surly Teen # 2 was in the house.
Mistress squirmed and wriggled as you would expect. But your instructions worked excellently. With her leg under mine and my hand gripping hers, she was going no-where.
The only problem was the chair. Mistress was clearly worried about her precarious balance, and the risk that she might slide off onto the floor.
Now maybe this is a good thing, making what is supposed to be an uncomfortable position all the less comfortable.
But Mistress can whine. And whine she did.
“I’m afraid I’m going slide off the chair, Slave.”
It may take a stronger more compelling Dom to take charge and get the subject of this exercise to suck it up and take her medicine, even if the is afraid she might slide onto the floor.
To that extent, this Executive Editor may not have been the best person to conduct our little experiment. I am wondering if some of our readers can persuade their Dom’s to follow your prescription to more … compelling effect.
Or maybe if our travel budget gets restored in the coming year, you can demonstrate yourself.
So after about 20-30 good strokes, and a good deal of Mistress squirming and whining, I succumbed before we got to the all important “begging and pleading” phase of the proceedings.
Maybe a wider, deeper chair would work better. Will have to keep a look out for that type of furnishing.
But I felt that Mistress deserved a little additional punishment for her failure to complete our mission.
She was positioned on our bed. Her hands were bound behind her with those leather handcuffs we bought on San Francisco years ago. And I picked up that long shoehorn.
Now I could have concluded the experiment there. Mistress was squirming delightfully against the bed as I took a slow taunting pace with the shoe horn. At one point I slid onto her my firm cock poking its way between those sheets. The moaning that induced was delicious for an Executive Editor's ears.
But it seemed despite all those orgasms on Saturday, Mistress’s participation in our little demonstration deserved a reward.
That’s when I reached for the Hitachi. Somehow it had survived your lengthy Saturday evening conference call.
As I flicked it on, Mistress gave off a little anticipatory shudder, and spread her legs as I slid it between her ass cheeks.
The rest is subject to an Executive Privilege.
Any input on how we could have done this consumer research more effectively will be appreciated.
