The Journal of Brennus

There is not a lot that needs to be said about this picture, a shot timed perfectly to the moment of impact as palm sharply meets bottom, seemingly catching the spankee in mid protest.

What more can one say?

A couple of really wonderful things have happened over the past couple of days that I thought I would share with everyone.

First, Bonnie over at My Bottom Smarts, “One woman’s celebration of life, love, and spankings”, was kind enough to list The Journal of Brennus in her “Spring Fever” edition of In With the New. Bonnie writes a great blog and it is one of my must reads, I particularly enjoy her MBS Sunday Brunch; she asks an interesting question each Sunday and posts the comments later in the week. It is a great place to go to get over your fear of commenting in the blogosphere, go take a look at Bonnie’s Blog and sneak a peek into other spanko’s minds.

Another of my favorite blogs has announced some really wonderful news! Abel and Haron of The Spanking Writers blog have published a book based on their blog. I find the posts in their blog witty, inventive and informative and I look forward to receiving my copy of their book!

So stop wasting your time and get over to My Bottom Smarts and The Spanking Writers for some quality blogging…um no wait, that didn’t sound right somehow. Oh, yeah, there’s more to this post so stick around just a bit longer.

I found another photo that I thought I’d use to base a story on. However I thought I’d try a different tact in my quest to get some of you to comment. Perhaps you’d like to suggest the plot or some of the elements of the plot for this Picture/Story.

Here’s the picture

  So?

Who is she? What is she waiting for? Why is she waiting? What did she do? Who is she waiting for?

Please make some suggestions, I’ll collect them by weeks end and toss them into the cement mixer that my mind resembles and see what shakes loose.

A Picture Tells Two Tales

N.B. This is the second story that yesterdays image spawned, this particular tale is much darker. It involves non-consensual sex (N/C), some violence, some bondage (BDSM), rape, spanking and anal intercourse, so please if you find any of those topics objectionable do not read any further. Another quick note, the story starts of much the same way, though it quickly takes a very different twist.

Most importantly please, please remember that this is fiction and though I admit it emerges from some dark recess in my mind I would never commit or condone non-consensual activities in any form.

Story II [M/F, N/C, BDSM, violence, rape, spanking, anal]

Traffic was heavy, even for an evening rush hour that didn’t make Jeff very happy. He had been looking forward to tonight for weeks. Dinner, a night at the opera, drinks at the piano bar and a leisurely weekend at a five star hotel with Kira would go a long way towards relieving the stress’ that work had places on his tense and sore shoulders. As he hit the brakes yet again and slowed to a walking pace, he hoped that Kira would be dressed and ready when he got to the apartment.

Kira dashed past the doorman with a quick wave, she was late, very late, Charlie looked up from his desk with a scowl, “Bitch,” he thought, “so high and mighty, never gives a guy like me the time of day.” Glancing at her watch she swore silently, Jeff was probably leaving the office now, she brightened a bit, hoping that he hit just a bit of traffic. She just needed a bit more time. It wasn’t her fault really, while she was out with Abby, she had found just the perfect shoes. The only problem was that her size was completely cross town, in the stores other location. So, tapping her toe impatiently at the slowness of the elevator, it was really the stores fault, no, really it was. Keying her way through the door, she began to strip off her outfit as she almost ran to the bath. Starting the shower, she quickly doffed her remaining clothes and put a shower cap over her freshly styled hair. The water felt warm and comforting as she stepped into the spray.

Charlie sat in the lobby, still fuming about Kira’s snotty ways, “she really needs to be taught a lesson,” a nasty grin on his face, “maybe I should do just that, it would serve that bitch right.”

Still stuck in the morass of traffic Jeff tried called the apartment, to let Kira know that he was running very late.

“Shit,” annoyed at the ringing phone, Kira decided to ignore it, “the machine will get it anyway.”

“Umphh, where is she,” wondered Jeff? Hanging up just ahead of the machine, “oh great,” as an emergency vehicle tried to squeeze past on the shoulder, “this is starting to look like an all nighter”. Jeff tossed his cell on to the seat next to him in disgust, “wonderful, there goes dinner.”

By the time Charlie’s relief man Ned arrived, Charlie had worked himself into a lather, his plan seemed fool proof and he had even started gathering some of the things he’d need. A stop at his locker to pick up the ski mask he kept there for when the rat bastard who owned the building made him shovel snow and he was ready to climb the stairs up to Kira’s floor.

Kira stood for a long moment enjoy the rinsing spray, the warm water running slowly down her body washed the tension from being late away. “It really looks like I can pull this off,” she mused, “he’s going to be just late enough.”

Charlie was surprised to find the door hanging open, he heard the shower turn off. Smirking he followed the trail of clothes into bedroom just as Kira emerged from the bath. Kira screamed at the sight of a ski masked man holding a knife, Charlie crossed to her quickly, a swipe of the back of his hand forestalled another scream, nothing but a small whimper escaped Kira’s lips as he snatched the towel from her clasping hands.

Kira thought about running, but Charlie had quickly pushed back into the bath, block the doorway he bent long enough to pick up the panties Kira had tossed on the floor. Holding them close to his face, he inhaled deeply before speaking, “so Miss High and Mighty I see you draws smell just like any other cunt.”

Kira screwed up a bit of courage, “look, I don’t know who you are, but my husband will be home any minute…” Her hopes were dashed by Charlie’s cruel laugh.

“Guess you didn’t hear little girl, the highways closed, real big accident, gonna need a chopper.” Grabbing her by the hair, “so if your dick of a hubbie isn’t home already, he ain’t gonna be home for a long time. Kira squealed as he began leading her by the hair out of the bath. “So we got plenty of time to play mama and bitch I am going use every part of you.” Kira began to sob, “yeah bitch, go ‘head and cry, only don’t be lookin’ for no mercy, you been prancin’ and flautin’ your hot little ass around all over town and it’s high time I got me a piece.”

Kira screamed when he swatted her bare bottom hard, “please,” she begged, “please don’t hurt me, I’ll do anything you want,” another harder swat made her scream louder.

“You too noisy bitch, but we can fix that real easy,” pushing her down into the bed, straddling her chest and pinning her to the mattress, he brings the panties up to Kira’s face, “come on you slut, open your whore mouth, just like you do to suck Jeffie’s little prick. Kira shakes her head from side to side, even after Charlie slaps her face, she refuses to open her mouth. Grabbing her head to stop her from moving Charlie’s discovers another tactic. Through his spread fingers he laughs at Kira’s wide eyed look when he squeezes her nostrils shut. Still trying to shake him off Kira struggles not to breath, finally she takes a long gasping breath and then gags as Charlie pushes the panties into her open mouth. She tries to bite at his fingers, missing them narrowly. A frustrated sob, muffled by the panties and the layer of duct tape that seals them in her mouth. “OK now whore, you can try to make all the noise you want, ain’t nobody goin’ to hear you now.”

Charlie pull a loop of rope tightly over one of Kira’s wrists and then passes it around one of the brass bed posts, securing it well. He attaches the rope to the other bed post and ties off Kira’s other wrist. As he gets off Kira, she begins to buck wildly trying to free her bound wrists. She finally stops when she realizes that Charlie is enjoy this rather lurid display of her body, a single tear flows down her flushed cheek as Charlie begins to strip off his clothes.

To be continued…

N.B. Of course I intend to continue this nasty bit of fiction - But with a twist, I can either finish it as I plotted it in my mind or (and this is possibly the fun part) I can hold off a bit and let you vote by comment on how it should end for poor Kira. Should she get rescued? Or should that vicious fiend Charlie get to have his way with her. Or perhaps the even more diabolical among you might want to see both endings?

A Picture Tells Two Tales

N.B. Very often a particular image captures my imagination, setting off fireworks of fantasy. The particular attached image did just that – times two. So here are to very different stories, based on the same picture.

A Picture Tells Two Tales – Story I [M/F, Cons, spank, oral]

Traffic was heavy, but moving and for that Jeff was happy. He had been looking forward to tonight for weeks. Dinner, a night at the opera, drinks at the piano bar and a leisurely weekend at a five star hotel with Kira would go a long way towards relieving the stress’ that work had places on his tense and sore shoulders. As he glided into the fast lane and accelerated to highway speed, he hoped that Kira would be dressed and ready when he got to the apartment.

Kira dashed past the doorman with a quick wave, she was late, very late. Glancing at her watch she swore silently, Jeff was probably leaving the office now, she brightened a bit, hoping that he hit just a bit of traffic. She just needed a bit more time. It wasn’t her fault really, while she was out with Abby, she had found just the perfect shoes. The only problem was that her size was completely cross town, in the stores other location. So, tapping her toe impatiently at the slowness of the elevator, it was really the stores fault, no, really it was. Keying her way through the door, she began to strip off her outfit as she almost ran to the bath. Starting the shower, she quickly doffed her remaining clothes and put a shower cap over her freshly styled hair. The water felt warm and comforting as she stepped into the spray.

About two blocks from home Jeff called the apartment, hoping to nudge Kira along if, as he suspected, she was still primping.

“Shit,” annoyed at the ringing phone, Kira decided to ignore it, “the machine will get it anyway.”

“Umphh, where is she,” wondered Jeff? Hanging up just ahead of the machine, “well no matter, here’s the garage”. Jeff grabbed the flowers he had purchased, enjoying the scent of the roses; he rode the elevator up from the Garage. Alarm bells went off as Jeff entered their apartment, the door was ajar and a trail of Kira’s clothes led into the bedroom. “Kira – Kira” calling quite loudly. He was greeted by a surprised scream and a Kira covering herself in nothing but a towel.

“Oh my God Jeff,” a very startled Kira squeaked out, “you scared the shit out of me.”

Kira was greeted by Jeff’s raised eyebrow. “You’re. Not. Ready,” pointing out her obvious undressed state, “and the door was open…”

“I thought I closed it?”

“…it was open and from the looks of things you were in a hurry to get into the shower. Running a bit late Little One?”

As it always did, the tone of his voice and that pet name – Little One, carried a mixture of thrill and dread, “Well honey,” she rushed out, “I found the perfect shoes, but that silly store never carries my size and then that nice salesmen, you know the one that even you like, he found my size but it was in the other store way across town and Abs and I had trouble getting cabs…and I’m only a little late,” she finished weakly.

“Did I not tell you,” his sternest of stern voices, “that it was very important that you be on time tonight?”

“But Jeff,” pleadingly…

“Kira!”

“Yes sir,” eyes downcast, toe scuffing at the carpet, “you told me that I had to be ready on time.”

“Are you?”

“Am I what,” with an impishly, bratty tone of voice?

“Ready,” refusing to get exasperated. “Are you ready to go out tonight?”

“Well,” dropping the towel, “maybe I am,” flaunting her charms just a bit.

At the sight of her naked form, his breathing falters, his body responds almost instantly. She’s trying to deflect what she is sure is coming, sometimes it works, but not tonight. Before she can react further, he leads her to the bed, stopping only to pick the bath brush, from the bathroom floor. Sitting down on the bed, he lowers her into a position she loves to hate. She isn’t over his lap in the traditional position, her legs are split by one of his legs, and her head is behind him, her feet directly in front of him. She is held securely at waist by his arm pulled tightly against his torso. She hates this position because he can easily control how wide apart her feet are and thus how vulnerable her bottom is. She loves it though, because she rode his thigh at her most sensitive nexus, every motion of her body transmitted a building wave of pleasure. During a spanking the collision of pleasure from the one and pain from the other were devastating.

The first blow of the bath brush was hard and stingy, “owwww, hey that hurts…”

“Uh huh”, planting a matching smack in the neighboring hemisphere, “and I bet the next 200 hundred or so are going to hurt even more.”

“…owwwwieee, come on, hey no warm up, no fair, oh God that stings, stop please… I’m sorry, really, ow, shit,” a harder smack to remind her about her language, “oooohhhh, ow. Wait, wait 200 hundred, like this are you – ouchie – CRAZY?”

The wooden stingies continued to meet her up trusting bottom, nowhere near the threatened 200, just enough to leave Kira’s bottom a pleasant shade of reddish pink. And more then enough to fan other flames, the slight flush of her face had nothing to do with any spanking. Kira peered at Jeff through half closed eyes, breathing in little gulps of air as Jeff gently rolled her off his leg onto her back.

“Ummm,” she murmured, “you made my bottom sore”

“Well Little One,” smirking slighty, “spanking are supposed to hurt.” As he knelt on the floor between her legs, “I just hope you realize that you punishment for this offence isn’t over.”

“ahhhhh ummm,” as his lips begin to trace her nether lips, “wh…wha…what?”

Pausing his ministrations just long enough to answer, “we’re going to be delayed here a bit Little One,” beginning to gently lick just outside her clit, “so like all naughty girls, you are going to have to go to the opera without supper.

“Ooohhh yeeesssss”