Farewell

As much as I have enjoyed having this blog, it is unfortunately time for me to say my goodbyes to the blogging community. Jekyll and I have split up for good. He turned out to be a spineless asshole in the end. I've met someone who's just about perfect, but he's just vanilla enough to probably not appreciate the fact that I keep a spanking blog. (But for the record, I'm still getting spanked. ;) I also don't have the time to properly maintain a blog and it doesn't seem right to just give my readers sporadic updates. I'll probably still read blogs from time to time but I think it's time to officially end my blogging career if only for the time being. I've enjoyed my time here and wish you all the best. Happy Spanking!

~ Lucy

It turns out I haven't fallen off the face of the planet.

First of all, I'd like to apologize for the fact that I haven't updated in so long. I started dealing with finals at school and then I got caught up in all of life's wonderful little dramas and haven't visited the blogosphere except once or twice. I've sat down so many times in the last few months to write about what happened in March but for some reason I haven't been able to write the story. I get distracted or bored or something and inevitably stop writing before I've even finished with the background information, but it's currently 2:00am and I'm in a weird mood so I'm going to try this again.


Jekyll and I officially decided to give it another shot. We talked a lot of things through on the phone and decided that we might actually make it this time. We discussed everything from the fact that he wasn’t as kinky as I am to the fact that we were both still virgins. We also discussed things that aren’t sexual like plans for finishing college/grad school and where this is going. We decided that I was going to drive up to (city) and that I would stay with him for the weekend. We had tentatively planned to have sex, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready and was incredibly nervous.

By the time I got into town I was a nervous wreck. I was excited to see him and, for some unknown reason, scared about losing my virginity. I still don’t know why. I knew it wouldn’t hurt (My vibrator is larger than the average penis.), but I was worried that it would be too intimate for me to handle. I had a feeling that he would be gentle and for whatever reason I needed him to take control especially the first time.

I pulled up to his apartment and he came out to greet me with one of his friends in tow. He had a meeting that he was expected to make an appearance at so we got into my car and followed his friend to a coffee shop. As we were driving he casually reached over and put his hand between my legs. He teased me on the way over, and after a brief stop we went to the mall to pick up movie tickets. We met a friend of ours from high school and wandered around the mall and chatted. We finally broke away with some excuse about going to pick up liquor. I actually thought we going to go get liquor. I figured that whatever was going to happen would happen later that night. He told me that he’d rather go back to his apartment and I finally caught on to what he actually had in mind.

It wasn’t long before we were fooling around on the bed. He had a condom and didn’t seem all that interested in foreplay. I tried to convince him to slow down a little, but unfortunately he knows just how to make me desperate. He fingered me roughly for a few minutes, and I was all but begging him to take me. I started to have second thoughts once he’d put the condom on, but I agreed rather quickly. It only lasted a few minutes was awkward and sweet. I didn’t want to go anywhere afterwards but he had already bought movie tickets and we were getting phone calls from everyone trying to figure out where we were. We got dressed and went to the movies.

Later that night we came back to his apartment. We started fooling around and it wasn’t long before I was bratting and wiggling my butt at him. He put me over his knee and gave me a good smack. He had told me that he was much stronger now than he was in high school, but I didn’t believe it until that moment. It hurt! He gave me a few more spanks but seemed more interested in the box of condoms on his nightstand. We had sex twice more that night and both improved considerably. He was exhausted afterwards and wanted to go to sleep. I was still kind of antsy and didn’t want to stay still. I whined a little, and he grabbed his belt, which was lying on the floor next to the bed and told me to roll over. I complied and was rewarded with a sharp snap from his belt. After the second stroke I started to struggle. I hadn’t been spanked in a while and he wasn’t exactly being gentle. He put his other hand in the small of my back and continued spanking me until my ass was bright red and I was yelping a little. When he finally let me up I immediately started rubbing my bottom.
“That hurt!” I complained.

Which was met with a reply of, “Good, now go to sleep.”

I had calmed down and was ready to go sleep at this point. I curled up against him and enjoyed the way it felt to have him pressed up against my sore bottom.


This all happened in the middle of March and life has taken some very strange turns since then. But I’m starting to get drowsy and my dog keeps barking and refuses to be consoled so I’ll have to save the rest of the last few months for another sleepless night.

Happy Valentines Day!

So life has been incredibly stressful lately. Between work, school, and making sure that I have the right GPA, job experience, internships, etc. to get into grad school I'm losing my mind. Jekyll and I are talking on a daily basis, but he is still far away and I have not seen him since the end of December. Our relationship or whatever you want to call it is currently on hold until something changes because he still technically has a girlfriend.

I did something that I guess you could classify as stupid on Saturday night. What it was is irrelevant, but in retrospect it wasn't the best decision I ever made. Jekyll was incredibly pissed that I endangered myself and for the first time I was actually glad I was too far away for him to reach. I think he's still pissed and I have no doubt that if I see him in the next month or two he will do everything in his power to make me regret what I did. (Translation: I won't have an ass left after he gets through with me) I liked that he was so concerned, but honestly I didn't think it was that big of a deal nor did anyone else who found out.

I bought myself a new vibrator for Valentines Day because I killed my old one. ;)

Alright, I've got two papers to bullshit my way through. Wish me luck!

There's something to corsets and horror...

(A note to my readers, this is my last retroactive post. The last three posts did not happen as close together as they were posted.)

So yeah, I saw Jekyll at the end of December. (I’m still behind on my blog updates, but at least I’m updating on a semi-regular basis.) He was still with the “other girl” and we had planned to hang out while I was in town.
I drove halfway across the country two days after Christmas through some snow that was so bad I couldn’t even see the taillights in front of me. By the time I got to my destination I had been in my car for about fourteen hours. It was fairly late at night and I had no plans to see anyone. I was staying with my parents, and I was planning on going to sleep and dealing with normal grooming rituals in the morning. I looked awful. I went to the grocery store for the necessities I somehow forgot to pack. I called Jekyll to let him know that I had arrived in one piece and to make plans for the following day. He invited me to go to the local 24-hour Wal-Mart with him and his friend. I must have been crazy because I agreed and rushed home to shower and find the perfect “Don’t you regret losing me?” outfit. I finally settled on jeans, a fitted t-shirt, and my leather jacket. It wasn’t quite drop-dead gorgeous, but it was pretty good for living out of a suitcase. Needless to say I was obsessing over what it would be like to see him again.
When he and his friend pulled into my parent’s driveway and I saw him it wasn’t weird at all. I climbed into the backseat and greeted them. It was too cold and icy to get out of the car so it prevented an awkward greeting. His friend was the stereotypical, dorky nerd. This guy was totally clueless. He and Jekyll discussed computers and Anime while I smiled and nodded. It was almost reassuring in some odd way that he didn’t make a huge effort to put me on the spot. We wandered around the deserted Wal-Mart and chatted. Although his friend kept rambling about video games and his car, Jekyll and I managed to get a few words in edgewise.
One thing I noticed right away was that I was incredibly comfortable around him. I hadn’t wanted to see him and originally had not planned to return home for that reason. (I’m attending college on the other side of the state.) But we fell back into our old patterns very quickly. Our conversation was filled with private jokes, finishing each other’s sentences, and sexual tension. Thankfully, Nerd was completely clueless. We walked and talked for about an hour. Jekyll and I had a built in chaperone that dominated the conversation, which was probably a good thing.
The next day Jekyll and I had planned to do something. We wound up at the mall (small town). As I was putting my car in park, a mutual friend, Utterson (another Jekyll and Hyde reference) pulled into the spot next to us with his girlfriend. I was officially back in high school. Somehow we ended up running into everyone Jekyll knew and some people I knew. The bottom line here is that Jekyll and I didn’t get to talk privately at all.
We had our first “real” conversation that afternoon. When I found out that I would indeed be seeing him, I planned to seduce him. I know, it wasn’t a smart idea or a morally acceptable idea, but I was lonely and horny. Plus his relationship was hanging by a thread. I realized that I couldn’t but we ended up talking about it anyway. He wasn’t going to cheat on HER, and I felt a little guilty.
We ended up seeing each other again several days later. He came over to my parent’s house to say hi to my family. We ended up in my sister’s old room watching movies on his laptop. He seemed to have relaxed a little and admitted that he had missed me and couldn’t believe that I was back. I noticed an Anime picture on his screen saver depicting two angels. One of them had the other one on a leash. I commented on it and he told me that just because he had suppressed “that” side of himself it didn’t mean it was gone. We started talking about some of our exploits. He informed me that he was stronger now from manual labor and had become more sadistic. He slapped the bed we were sitting on to demonstrate. I think that was when I lost it. I wanted to be spanked so badly I could taste it. I leaned away from him and lifted my ass slightly in order to make an easier target. He refused to lay a hand on me. He promised that he would at some point but that until he had actually broken up with HER he would even give me one slap.
I continued to whine a little and he sternly told me to sit up. I couldn’t believe it; he was playing the dominant role I had always wanted him to play. We continued to watch movies and chat but every once in a while when the conversation would get sexual I would roll over and offer my ass, and he would hit the bed as hard as he could to tease me. To his credit he survived the evening without giving into his baser urges.
We talked hypothetically about the fact that he was going to need to move out of his apartment soon. He said that he might be moving to another city that was within driving distance of my college.
My head was spinning. I had sworn that I would never let him get to me again, but I had fallen for him again (or maybe it was that I didn’t get my way). I finally dropped him off at his apartment after a night of torture for both of us.

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In retrospect it wasn’t the smartest thing I’ve ever done and Jekyll and I have been in contact ever since. He is currently planning on moving to a closer city (for reasons unrelated to me) and we have made plans to “finish what we started.” I honestly don’t know what will happen. He won’t be able to move for a few more months, and although he has grown up significantly since I last saw him, I still don’t know if I can see us together in the long run. I also can’t stop thinking about the last time we were together. He kept promising to visit but never did. I realize there were circumstances beyond his control, but I still blame him on some level for things that he wasn’t at ALL responsible for. I’ve been overanalyzing the whole situation lately.

Life is a strange thing...

I had an interesting night the other day. I had just finished working a nine-hour shift when Simon called me. He was home from college and his parents had gone out for the evening. Still delirious from work I allowed him to talk me into going over to his house. I had never been to his house and I’m not good with the major highways in my area. If you get on the wrong one you’re not getting off until you’re in the nearby major metropolitan area which scare the shit out of me, especially late at night. I got lost, of course, and kept him on the phone for directions. About five minutes before I finally got there his parents returned home. He got pissed because he couldn’t play and I was still scared shitless and swearing. We got into a fight and I kept driving toward his house, in what had turned into horrific fog. I had convinced him to Mapquest directions for me to get back home afterwards. I arrived at his house a little unsure of what I was doing. He invited me in and we decided to go to the mall. He yelled up the stairs to his mom that he was going out with his friend Lucy.
“Is she one of your friends from (bondage club in the area)?”
“No, Mom, she’s just a friend.”
They proceeded to have a loud argument about the weather and his health. (I don’t think she knew that I was standing in her living room.)
I was still shook up about what had happened and was shocked at the contempt in the voice of a woman who had never even met me. People usually assume that I’m every bit as young and innocent as I look. I make a great first impression and have never had a male friend of mine’s mother not start planning our wedding soon after meeting me. I realize that she never met me, but I don’t think it would have mattered. She assumed that I shared her son’s kink and that was enough to make me dangerous and promiscuous. The whole thing just rubbed me the wrong way. (And he was acting a little like a spoiled five-year-old) We left his house and had an argument about which car to take. By the time we finally got into his car I had lost it completely. We ended up shouting at each other and I got into my car and drive home feeling like an idiot. We made up over the phone the next day and returned to our normal friendship.
I haven’t seen him since as I am in the process of moving half way across the country. I believe I wrote that I was moving shortly before Jekyll and I broke up. Well, I’m moving back. I have seen Jekyll recently and there’s a looooooong story there that I’m too tired to type right now. I promise once I get settled in I’ll update you on seeing Jekyll and what I’m doing now.
I have to say that I’ve been doing stupid, reckless things lately and quite frankly, it scares me. I’ve been a responsible adult for a while now. Most people assume I’m much older than I am even though I look much younger. I’m used to having authority and people treating me like I’m an adult. I should not be acting like a stupid kid. Don’t get me wrong; I’m glad that I’m going back to college. Although I was incredibly good at the line of work I’ve been in for the last year, I couldn’t do it as a career. Yes, I could make a lot of money eventually as I climbed the ladder, but I can only handle so much stress. And let’s face it, working in a service industry meaning letting people walk all over you. I may be a masochist but I don’t take shit from strangers very well. I honestly don’t like being yelled at in general. I tend to tuck my tail between my legs and run when people yell at me (figuratively speaking of course). We’ll have to wait and see what happens. I’m not a patient person by nature so it will be interesting to see how I deal with the next couple of months.

Simon Stride: the rest of the story

(The following actually happened a couple of weeks ago now, but the holidays have kept me away from a private Internet connection and my blog. I have written several updates that will be posted over the next couple of days)

Simon and I met up again the other day. We met at a different mall that was actually a little less of a drive for him. It’s one of the largest malls in the state and was therefore very crowded a week before Christmas. I don’t go to the mall on a regular basis so I got horribly lost on the way there. After much swearing on the phone with him and my parents I finally got there.
We met inside and my butterflies were once again in full swing. We had planned in advance to play and I knew for certain that this day would end in me wrong end up. We walked around the mall and chatted, but my butterflies were making me snappy and for some reason he was getting on my nerves. I had to work that afternoon so I suggested we head out to his car after about twenty minutes of wandering. We went across the street to a small strip mall that had an underground parking garage that I knew would be empty even right before Christmas.
The whole way over I was still in shock. I tend to get nervous and slip into a state of disbelief right before I engage in any sort of spanking related activity. We finally got situated in a quiet corner of the parking garage. There was no one else down there, hell, someone was using the area to winter his boat so I was confident that we were safe.
We got into the back seat and I went over his knee willingly. He began to warm me up with gentle slaps. I could feel it much better without the sequined jeans and he had come prepared. Once my ass was warm and I was starting to squirm a little he reached for the hairbrush he had brought with him. He began to give me a moderate spanking that grew in intensity. He slid his hand under my ponytail and grabbed a handful of hair forcing my head back while he punished my ass with that hairbrush. I was in heaven. Just when I began to really struggle in pain he stopped spanking and started massaging. He continued this pattern with gentle bites to my back and ass until I was writhing over his knee moaning and yelping half from pain and half from pleasure.
Just when I was completely relaxed and oblivious to the world I heard him swear, “Oh, shit!” Needless to say I jumped off his lap only to see several males in their mid twenties pushing stacks of chairs right next to the car and watching me get spanked. Simon jumped into the drivers seat while I hid my face. We drove to the exit as fast as we could and paid for parking instead of going into one of the stores to get coffee and our parking validated. He kept apologizing and finally said, “You know this was your fault.”
“How the hell was it my fault?”
“You’re so damn sexy when you’re struggling and you kept making these little noises…”
“You still should have been paying attention to your surroundings.”
We were both a little scared (although I was still riding an endorphin high) so he dropped me off at my car and I drove to work praying that I never heard anymore about this incident. Thankfully, the guys who caught us seemed more amused than anything else. The part that bothered me was that they had probably been watching for a little while before Simon noticed them, and I can never go back to the strip mall again.
Simon kept apologizing and I finally forgave him. At this point it’s a funny memory. But I have to say that I will be a little more skittish about fooling around in cars from now on.

Simon Stride

Well, believe it or not I actually engaged in human interaction yesterday for the first time in a long time. I've been communicating with someone I met on Fetlife for about a week and a half now and we decided to meet in a fairly vanilla setting. We'll call him Simon Stride in keeping with the Jekyll and Hyde character theme. Simon and I met at a local mall. I was incredibly nervous to be meeting someone off the internet plus I've had some personal things going on lately so needless to say I was about as wound up as humanly possible.

We literally walked around the mall for two hours just talking. When we agreed to meet we had not intended to play on my insistence, but considering how long it's been since I've been spanked I was hoping that I would be comfortable enough to let him spank me by the time the night was over. We got along pretty well and ultimately wound up in my car. If you've ever played in a parking lot in the back seat of a car you know it's not the best place to play. For one thing, it's hard for the spanker to get a good range of movement, plus the odds of being discovered are fairly high.

After a little while of talking we got into the back seat and I went over his knee. I decided to keep my jeans on which is one of the reasons I am having trouble sitting right now. I had forgotten how nice it is to get a hand spanking. Because of the position we were in every time he spanked me it drove me forward on his leg. I'd never really understood how women could orgasm from a spanking but I finally get it now. It's not so much the pain as the motion.

He was very gentle and sweet, which for some odd reason was not what I was hoping for. I guess part of it is that I am moving soon and gentle and sweet are qualities that cause me to get attached to someone. Anyway, I was in a frame of mind where I really just wanted pain. Seeing as I didn't have any implements in my car he finally ended up taking off his belt at my insistence. I couldn't really feel it through my jeans so when he suggested using the other end of the belt I agreed. Jekyll and I played with his belt frequently and I am well aware of the fact that such activity usually results in bruising. I had forgotten that the pain is usually deeper and not as immediately apparent. I encouraged him to really let me have it. I felt very little pain and don't think I realized that damage was actually being done. Thankfully we finally stopped due to the other cars moving in and out of the parking garage. About five minutes later as we walked back into the mall to get dinner, I realized that it hurt much more than I had originally thought. I also realized that I would have a bruise. We eventually went our separate ways and I arrived home and examined my poor ass. There were definitely early signs of bruising.

Now I realize that there are many things in this post that should have been done differently, (We shouldn't have played in a parking lot, should have known better than to play with the metal end of a belt especially when the damage could not be seen due to jeans, etc.) but to be honest I rather enjoyed myself. Like I mentioned earlier I've been incredibly stressed lately, and this whole thing acted as a nice stress buster if nothing else. Plus the ache in my ass should keep me pretty calm for the next few days.

I will probably see him again over Christmas break before I move. I'll be sure to keep you posted.

Lucy