Name' sake

This was, lemmie see . . . Round about 42,  I reckon . . . Maybe 18 and 43, - minds a bit foggy on that. Anyways me an ole buckstop was followin this pak trail - 3-4 days . . . Hes frothin up tired, I's tired . . . Hot as tin on the reds that day . . . Needed ta rest a spell.

I found buck some water in at the bottom of an old gulch . . . Some wheatgrass -  He was sure glad ta be rid of that saddle I tell ya. 

Made a little fire up in that ole cave and et me some fatback,  beans  - then got some shut eye.

never did sleep long spells . . . 

I decided to stretch my legs a bit - poke around that old cave - way in the back - dark as pitch . . . . I went back to my pak and grabbed one of my flares. . . .

I made out a stack of barrels back in a corner. . . Musta been 20 or 30 of um . . . 

Gauldern clumsy feet a mine . . .  tripped on a ledge I didnt see . . .my flare went ta fly'n and wouldn't cha know . . . 

Right smack dab in the middle of that there stack of barrels -  2 seconds was long enough to make out the black all over the ground  . . . I knew . . . 

I sure do hope ole bucky made it outta there  . ... aint no tellin.

I guess maybe animals goes somewhere else, anyway . . . 

Its nice here, - quiet . . . Not much ta do but maybe things'll pick up a bit . . . 

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Re-align, redefine  . .. fix - fall - fix again

Come my love, lets get a cone and walk on the pier . . . 

Warmth . . . Its so warm here . . . 

How could you do this to me!?

How could you!??

How!?

Poets feast on daring beasts that crashed on the broken shore . . . 

Remember that weekend at the BnB? We couldnt find your phone

"Mum has just been so sad, since he passed"

Happy anniversary baby.

Honey! Get a coat on, you'll catch cold

No no no no no . .. . NNOOO!!!

Oh! Turn it up! I love this song!

The depth - your beauty knows no bounds . . . I could fall forever in those beautiful eyes.

Come on, we're gonna be late!

Yes! Oh god yes!  Harder!  . . .Harder! . . . 

Answer the goddamn phone!

Its perfect baby! Thank you! 

Im thinking like a light beige . . . . With brown for the trim . . . . 

Oh my god! Can we keep him!? Can we??

"Dude, she was sooo pissed at you"

I had this dream last night . . . 

I _____ you

When did crying become a sign of weakness? 

I will destroy your army single handedly - with tears running down my face.

It is not a sign of weakness - it is passion, it is the human soul. 

When our heart is hurting, we cry - simple as that. 

Parents who hide their tears from their children, deceive them. I walked in the room and caught my mother crying - she immediately composed herself and dried her eyes - "whats wrong mom?" - "nothing honey, im fine" . . . . ??

Its not wrong, its not that you are losing control - it just means you are hurting.

Cry!     Its ok - I will cry with you!

This myth needs to be buried.  Those who have taught crying is a sign of weakness were wrong.

I have been known to be silly, goof off,  etc.

This is a serious question. 

How many women here , if they could, would go to a place where they walk in and close the door, a decent looking older man bends them over a desk and spanks them - no words exchanged,  no.pleasantries  "get to know you" kinda stuff - just a straight forward good old fashioned bare bottom spanking.

(Think adult principles office)

Then you straighten yourself up, grab your coat and leave. 

Would you do it?

Do women get anything from them?

Serious question 

If so, what?

I have my "Come here woman!" Moments - that were often followed by tinges of guilt.

Im not talking abusive or anything like that -just  . . .well, . .. quickies.    ☺

Her thick dark thighs quivered in the silver moonlight - pulled taut  . . .spred wide.

Jack teased and toyed with his prey - one slow lick with his tongue across her protruding nipple - he made his way down - another slow lick, ever so gently - holding his tongue still - just for a moment - she  cursed the ropes with a frustrated groan . . . Her swelling pleased him. . . .

His face caressed the soft skin of her side. . . . Her naked body . . . He locked a firm grip, digging his fingers into the flesh of her behind . . . "Bad girl" his voice hot in her ear - his cheek against hers, . She confessed with a moan that carried through the warm night air.

The silence returned and all went still - the only sound was Precious' laboured breathing - becoming  a rythmic panting. 

She flinched when Jack suddenly brushed the leather strands across her cheek . .. it startled her. 

He slapped the flogger lazily across her body as he circled . . ."very bad girl indeed" . . . her belly . . . Her thigh . . . back. . . . Other thigh. . . .Precious held tightly to the ropes. . . 

Jack was going to enjoy this!

Without warning he whipped a full swing hard across her ass. . . She cried out . . .

The sting settled in . . .  the silence returned . . . Her desire was quickly escalating . . .  she held her breath and listened . . .

Nothing . . . 

Precious steeled herself when she felt the sharp drag down her side . . . Then again down her thigh . . . Then multiple sharp points burned down both thighs . . . She cried out. . . The pain! - The sensations ripped through her body . . . She began to shake uncontrollably - - -

A hot mouth burning with primal hunger struck between her legs . . . A vicious attack. . .sucking the heat from her . . . feeding on her - fiercly devouring her sex. .. her mind reeled . . . The whip lashed hard against her ass . . . Claws dug into her trembling flesh .. .her breasts heaved as she arched against the assault . .  Straining . . .her mind could not contain it . . . she was losing control . . . falling . . . . ..the steady sucking . . .lapping - licking . . . Pulling her into submission . . . The whip lashed harder  . . . Claws held her tighter . . .

The realization struck her like a bolt of lightening  . . . Someone else! . . .

She quivered and shook violently . . . The ropes holding her helpless - displayed for them . . . as they had their way . ..the whip beat her harder . . . The feeding between her legs faster . . . Her body began to convulse . . . "Oh . . .my . . . God!!" . . . Her hot lust gave way . . . The whip landed again . . . Pushing her over . .. . .

Soft lips gently kissed hers, holding her . . . 

Dripping . . . Spent . . . "Ssshhh .. . "

Her body collapsed into waiting arms as Jack untied the ropes. 

Precious did not know her - had never seen this beautiful woman holding her.

She gave her a reassuring smile and kissed her forehead.

"Come on"  - Jack extended his hand and led the girls out of the woods.

The 3 of them sat quietly on the bench,  in the warm full moon . . . 

Letting what just happened settle over them like a soft blanket . . . 

~ fin

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I am a "Dom" . . . I am a "sub" . . . I am a - fill in the blank.

Shakespeare coined that now famous line - "whats in a name?" He was right, a rose, called by anything else - is still a rose. (Roses dont smell pretty btw).

If I were to say my name was "Bob" - would I be viewed differently?  Or a woman named "Gertrude"? Was there a noticeable drop in people naming their child "Jeffrey " after a certain time period? 

Because our brains are wired to pull up an associative memory - a previous file we can identify with. At a baser level, it is survival.

This line of pondering came about when searching for just the right name for my character in my story. In text it is different  - one must form a mental image of say, "Precious ", as in my most recent. However the reader paints the picture of Precious based on past knowledge or experience in their own lives. 

Shakespeare was right in saying a rose by any other name is still a rose. If you can learn to see beyond past references,  past pre-conceived notions of what something is "supposed" to be - see the beauty of what stands before you.

Food for thought and morning mental barf.

Thank you for reading 

~ Bernard