The Spinster's Exploits

Full disclosure – I have never read James Joyce’s Ulysses nor been remotely tempted, although I loved “Dubliners” and “Portrait of the Artist…” I have however, seen the Molly Bloom section and was intrigued.

I have attempted a spanky version of Moll which was great fun for me, and it mirrors what happens in my head when fantasising. The to-ing and fro-ing between what may be happening, what may happen and what may have happened before – a mad kaleidoscope of thoughts and sensations, memories and imaginings. Welcome to my inner world!

He said he’d spank the arse off me wallop me smack the behind off me called me a cheeky mare and threatened me I laughed and poked out my tongue saucy like  but it was exciting and  I kept thinking about it about how he’d grab me and pull up my skirt and take down my knickers and how he’d spank me and how I’d squeal and struggle but not be able to get away and be shocked and haughty but love it and love his power but it would hurt and I’d want him to stop and he wouldn’t and I wouldn’t want it to stop and he’d be all excited and say it was for my own good and someone should teach me a lesson and I was a cheeky young madam who needed her knickers taking down and needed a good spanking and if anyone was man enough to do it he was and I was excited so I kept on and pretended to be shocked by his coarseness and said how dare he and when I pretended to be shocked he said it more about taking down my knickers and giving me a smacked bottom and a good arse-licking and I protested and laughed and did my haughty face and when he said he was man enough I laughed more and he grabbed me and he pulled me to him and he got me under his arm and he held me there with my bottom all sticking out and I squealed and he said not so grown-up now are you and I said how dare you and he laughed and just smacked me hard like that bent under his arm over my skirt and smacked me hard and held me tight and I got all flustered and he said he’d smack my arse until I learnt some manners and apologised but I wouldn’t and he smacked me some more and it hurt and I tried to get away and yelled at him and swore and he laughed some more and kept smacking my bottom saying he was just the man to spank silly little girls who had no manners and were not the ladies they pretended to be and I yelled that I’d tell on him and he told me to go ahead and he’d tell everybody how he’d smacked my arse for being a cheeky mare and how next time he’d have to pull down my drawers to really teach me a lesson and how much he’d enjoy taking down my knickers to leather my bare bum and how I was going to learn my lessons as he was going to tattoo them on my insolent backside and I wouldn’t say sorry and tried to get away and listened to him telling me what he was going to do next time and  it was all hot and confusing and exciting and I really tried to get away and wanted it to stop and when it did I didn’t know what to do and he didn’t know what to do and he stopped and said next time he’d really teach me a lesson and my legs were like jelly and I couldn’t stand up and he took my arm and I didn’t know what to do and when he kissed me I let him and when he touched me I let him and he said I was a naughty girl who needed her bottom spanked and he was just the man for the job and he didn’t touch me in the other place but I would have let him as he said what he was going to do to me but he just laughed and said I’d better behave myself or else and I tried not to think about it and he laughed and went away and I wondered about it and about him doing those things and him smacking my arse and pulling down my knickers and he said he had a cane like in school and he’d have me bend over for a real lesson if I wasn’t careful and I acted like I hadn’t heard and I was going to be all haughty when I saw him again but he just laughed and asked if I’d learnt my lesson and we danced and although I pretended to be haughty I wasn’t really and he knew I was pretending but he said if I didn’t come off it he’d have to give me a proper spanking to teach me some manners and I got all stiff and proud and he laughed and I knew he was excited and he said he’d like smacking my arse for me and he knew I was due for another little lesson in manners and he was just the man and as he kissed  me and touched me he touched me on my bottom and said I had earned another spanking for being so haughty and proud and I walked off and he laughed but he saw me go outside and I knew he would and when he said to go for a walk I just shrugged but I let him take my hand and lead me and we went to the field and he sat on the hump and pulled me down and the kissing was exciting and his hands were everywhere and I let him and he said not so haughty now but I haven’t forgot about the lesson and I pretended to get haughty and he said alright madam you’ve really asked for this and he pulled me over his lap and I protested and tried to hold down my skirt and he laughed and smacked me over my skirt and it hurt a bit but I had on my best skirt and the petticoat with all the layers and he said no protection this time young lady and he pulled up my best skirt and there were all the layers of my new petticoat that I’d starched with all the sugar and he laughed and pushed it up and said let’s see what you’re really made of young lady and I know he was looking at my stocking tops and suspenders and my new knickers with the lacy bits on them and at the bare flesh of my legs and then he got hold of my knickers and pulled them down and said I had to pay and nothing but a bare arse would do and he was going to give me such a spanking and I was shocked as he took down my knickers and said he was going to spank my bare bottom and I was a right cheeky mare but I’d know better next time