hump day

This is just a generic blog. Just to have something. Don’t feel like doing the Daddy thing and not in the mood for story writing.

You strip slowly for me despite that it pushes the very limits of you being here in the room, alone with me. Down to your panties which are wet with your desire and causing you further embarrassment. For a brief moment you wonder why you came and if you should run but you have waited so long.

I inspect you with riding crop in hand. Rubbing the leather tip between your shaky thighs. Over your full breasts. Giving your hard nipples little slaps. Barely more than taps really. It’s cold and impersonal and you want to be held but that is not why you came, was it?

I kick off my shorts and briefs. You stare down at my cock. Just a cock, it’s not like you haven’t seen others, but no, more than a cock. My cock. You want to please me by pleasing my cock. And selfishly you want the cock to please you. After all, you have thought about it for so long.

I have you hold the crop between your teeth. For no other reason than because I can. I can do anything I want within reason. This you knew when you knocked on the door. My fingers pinch both nipples hard. Harder than your own even imagined. Harder than the clamps you bought yourself. I watch your breath labor. I see everything.

Oddly it makes you less scared. And wanted more to please me though pleasure or pain or whatever I direct your way. Never before has your sex ached this way. Your little clit throbbing so hard it’s almost like you can hear it. And your nipples now ache for more after I let them go.

I walk around you slowly until I’m out of view. The crop strikes your ass six, seven times or so. You expect pain but feel only pleasure that wets you more. I grab your hair and pull your head back. Growl into your ear.

“It’s not too late to leave, but if you don’t go this minute it will be. Chose wisely slut.”

No one has called you slut in person like that before. It makes you even wetter.

“I will leave only when you are done with me Master. Not a minute sooner.”

“You didn’t think you could stand here before me, did you? You wanted an easier, softer way. For us to have tea like two old ladies. That’s a rhetorical question by the way. I’m not interested in your answer. But yes, I won’t be too harsh with you. My belief has always been to have a woman leave wanting more. Wishing for more. The real danger is the second time, not the first. I realize there is still fear. Fear of the unknown. Fear that I might hurt you more than you can bear. I will not. What I will do now is permit you to suck my cock with very few restrictions or actions on my part. For me to lie back and let you suck until you drain me dry. Don’t see this as being selfish on my part. I have two other holes where I can take my pleasure. Only through your mouth can you give pleasure that isn’t taken. And that’s a privilege. Once you are done, you’ll keep your mouth on my cock. It never comes off without expressed permission. I expect mistakes. I don’t have a long list of rules. I prefer to teach as we go. You get one chance one grace for every rule. But if I have to tell you something twice I will assume you have a listening problem and need punishment. And I promise you it won’t be punishment you’ll want to act up to get. You do well and there will be rewards. Are there any questions?”

Published in: on August 4, 2010 at 7:11 pm  Comments (2)  

Jenny meets Wade

So the week went by pretty fast. She signed the contract and was able to finish her main paper for the summer that week. It was downhill from there. She decided just to ride up to Walhalla that Saturday and spend some time looking at rental places. The school had recommended an apartment complex that did have a few apartments for rent but she wanted to check with a few of the real estate agents.

Driving up she wondered what kind of a gym she’d find there. Certainly nothing like the LA Fitness in Atlanta. But that was ok. She’d be out of the congestion and pollution and could perhaps get her running mileage up and get healthy. And of course she would be pretty busy teaching English to ninth graders. She knew she wanted to teach in the summer of her fifteenth birthday after reading Pat Conroy’s The Water is Wide.

She remembered a sign for Mountain Reality just as she got into town last week. The building itself was very memorable. It looked to be one of the oldest houses in town but very well maintained. The kind of house you’d expect to see in Charleston or Savannah and not a little mountain town.

She parked and straightened out her green spring dress that accented both her curly red hair and green eyes. Oddly the door rung a bell when she opened it but there was a secretary typing at the front desk.

“Welcome to Mountain Reality, how can I help you?”

The girl was very pretty and didn’t look any older than Jenny if in fact that old.

“Hi, I’m Jenny Westmoreland. I’ll be taking a job here in a few weeks and was wanting to look at rentals you might have.”

“Mr. Hathworth is still on the phone right now. As soon as he’s done I’ll see if he can see you now. He doesn’t have anything on his schedule that I know of. He’s the only realtor in the office today Just have a seat it won‘t be long.”

She sat and thumbed through a few magazines on the table.

“Mr.Hathworth? A lady is here to inquire about rental property. Ok, thank you,” she said, then putting the phone down.

“You can go right in. First door on the right.”


Jenny opened the big oak door and walked in. Wade rose from his desk and shook her hand.

“Hi, I’m Wade, what can we do for you today?”

“Hi, I’m Jenny. I’ll be teaching here at the high school in a few weeks. I’ll need a place to live and wanted to know if you had any rentals.”

“Are you married Jenny? Kids? Pets?”

“No not married. No kids. One cat.”

“The school probably sent you a brochure for Pinelake Apartments. Believe me, you don’t want to live there. Roy Adams owns them. The principal’s husband. It’s one step above trailer trash. How much were you wanting to spend?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Really what things rent for here.”

“Well I bought this one house that is on the front end of one of my developments. Mainly because I didn’t like the people living there. Now it’s not in the development. Those houses start around $400,000 dollars. And that’s down from 600,000 before the economy went to hell. But anyway, it’s just a small two bedroom log cabin. Not a 1800s log cabin but a fairly modern one. You know, one of those prefab cabin kits. But still fairly nice with a stream out back. I was getting $750 for it but I’ll tell you what. We’ll do a nine month lease at $550 a month just to see how you like here. Just come up with the first month’s rent and we’ll wave the security deposit. Well, silly me, of course you’ll want to see it first. We can ride out there now if you like. It’s not far. Nothing here is far, you know.”

“Sure, sounds good.”

“Just leave your car here and we’ll take the Range Rover.”

Published in: on August 3, 2010 at 8:40 pm  Leave a Comment  

More of the Jenny story.


Wade was the middle son of J. B. Hathworth. JB moved to the mountains soon after World War Two was over and started a construction business. Mainly commercial work. Schools and the like, Office buildings. Anything outside of residential homes. The business thrived and soon he was sending crews out in forty miles in all directions. JB died in 1982 and left the business to Wade’s two brothers. Wade had enough of construction as a teenager and decided owning and selling real estate was more his line of work.

It was said that if you see a building in Walhalla, flip a coin and if it comes up heads chances are Wade owns it. Unlike his father he was very much interested in residential properties and had several multimillion dollar developments in the mountains. Mainly for retired folks or those rich enough to afford a second home. The economy there wasn’t much to speak of.

Wade married his high school sweetheart, Rebecca, after he finished college at UGA and she graduated from Brenau in Gainesville. A rather expensive private girl’s college. It was her choice so much as her mother’s. Who was a Brenau girl herself. Rebecca barely cracked open enough books to pass but her only career path was to marry Wade and live the good life. She was the only child of a third generation doctor and like her mom wanted nothing to do with work other than bossing around her black maid and lying out by the pool.

The marriage started out great but after two kids they both realized they had little in common. And it didn’t help that Wade had an eye for the ladies. His work took him out of town a lot and into the arms of other women. He was quite dashing and charming. They did manage to hold the farce of a marriage together until both kids were in college. She got the house in the divorce which pissed him off so bad he another just like it built on the other side of town.

Wade was into BDSM but not the BDSM culture. He liked the challenge of bending a vanilla women to his will. And if they didn’t get with the program, he simply moved along to another. He actually went to the trouble of building a dungeon in his basement hidden behind a false wall just to keep it hidden from his kids. And any other prying eyes. It wouldn’t be good for business if word got out he was “weird.”

Published in: on August 2, 2010 at 6:17 pm  Leave a Comment  

More Jenny. It will get better I promise

To Jenny, any distraction was good. She had finished her teaching degree at the University of Georgia and was working on her Masters at Georgia State in Atlanta. But because she had two younger siblings who were twins and about to enter college and the bad economy, she moved back in with her parents for grad school. It wasn’t the original plan but school was expensive even with the Hope Scholarship she got from the lottery. The downside was that she had to work as a teacher in the state for five years but that was her plan to begin with. It was hard in the beginning but she adjusted and only her social life suffered. But she was finishing up at summer school and could join the workplace full time soon.

She had applied for jobs but the only schools that responded was inner city school known for its high crime rate and low test scores, and a tiny county in the mountains she had never heard off called Togalla County. A Cherokee word that she imagined meant hillbilly. So it came down to the projects or the sticks. Next weekend she planned to drive up to Walhalla and check out Togalla County.

She had been to the outskirts of the mountains but never in the middle of them. It felt like the first sixty miles went a lot faster than the last thirty. Roads that wound down for what seemed like forever down a mountain only to go back up another. And the few towns along the way could hardly be called towns at all. Villages were more like it.

Finally she got to Walhalla. It was a quaint town with an old courthouse taking up block in the town square so all the traffic seemed to flow around it in four directions. She was told to come up for an informal interview just to see the school and meet some of the faculty.

She was expecting to find a log cabin but the school looked modern and was only a few years old. The principal, Ms. Adams, was outside talking to one of the teachers when Jenny pulled up.

“You must be Jenny. I’m Principal Adams.”

“Yes, nice to meet you. How did you know?”

“Oh everyone here knows everyone. Small town you know. And you look a little more refined than the typical Walhalla young woman. Come, I’ll show you around.”

She got the tour. It was surprisingly modern with nice computer labs and friendly people. Though there weren’t many people there because school was still a ways off.

“Come into my office Jenny. So what did you think?”

“It’s a small school. But much nicer than I expected.”

“You know the budget has forced all schools to cut back on teachers. Have you had any other offers?”

“Southside wrote me a letter and wants me to visit.”

“In Atlanta? That’s one of the poorest performing schools in the state. If the scores don’t come up it may be closed after this year. Is that the kind of challenge you were looking for? It’s an awful area you know.”

“No, I was hoping to find something close to home near Dunwoody, or North of the city. Or Athens even. ”

“Well, I don’t mean to pressure you but we need an answer by Monday.”

“By this Monday? I thought this was an informal interview?”

“It was meant to be but the thing is one of the members of the school board has a daughter and he is pressuring us to hire her. You are much more qualified but in small towns it’s often who you know, not what you know. I had to say that you already accepted the job yesterday to get him out of my office. So I’ll need to know tomorrow. The job is yours if you want it. The salary might not be as nice as Southside, but you’ll find the cost of living here more than makes up for it. And you won’t have to worry about getting raped in the parking lot when you leave at night.”

Jenny’s heart sank. This was not what she had in mind when she majored in education. But she knew contracts for young teacher were only done for one year anyway. Maybe something would open up next year when things got better. Hopefully anyway.

“I’ll take the job, Ms. Adams. Teaching is teaching and I have bills to pay.”

“Good. I was hoping you’d say yes. You know, I came here myself as a young teacher and it was quite a culture shock at first. But now I’ll never leave. I hope to retire here in a couple of years. We’ll send you a contract in the mail. Be sure to get it back as soon as you can. Welcome aboard, Jenny. You have my number if you have any questions.”

“Yes, I do. I still have three of school to finish.”

“We expect you here in five weeks from Monday. See you then.”

Published in: on August 1, 2010 at 6:36 pm  Comments (1)