The Dominator

The Dominator

"The Dominator" is a parody by Don A. Landhill, of "The Gambler" by Kenny Rogers. The author has publicly stated that this parody may be reproduced by anyone provided that the content, byline, and copyright notice are kept intact.







Copyright © 1997 by Don A. Landhill

(Based on "The Gambler" by Kenny Rogers)

In a warm paneled study,

at a party out in nowhere

I met up with a Dominant --

we were both too tired to sleep.

So we both sat there just staring

at the ladies in the hallway

'til they somehow all went elsewhere

and he began to speak.

He said, "Son I've made a life

out of reading ladies faces.

Knowing just how hard to spank

by the way they bat their eyes.

So if you don't think me nosey,

I think you feel out of place here

and for some time with your sub,

son I will give you some advice

So I handed him my paddle and called for my best girl

Then he took her overlap

and told her not to bite

Then my sub got deathly quiet

but her face had *some* expression

when he said "If you're gonna play these games, boy

You gotta play 'em right.

"You've got to know when to spank her

know when to thank her

when to give discipline,

and when to just have fun

you make her count the smacks, boy

while she's bending o'er the table

there'll be time enough for loving

when the spanking's done.

"Every dom here knows

that the secret to good spanking

is knowing what to give right now

and knowing what should keep

cause a well-timed hand can win her

but a mis-timed had *will* lose her

and the best way you can end up

is together snug asleep

And when he'd finished speaking,

he turned back towards my girl there

smacked her ass a time or two,

then nudged her to her feet

and somewhere in the party suite

I heard him smack a novice

but in his well-thought words I found

the way to make life sweet:

"You've got to know when to spank her

know when to thank her

when to give discipline,

and when to just have fun

you make her drop her pants, boy

before giving her the paddle

then you stick her in a corner

';til her crying's done.

Yes, You've got to know when to spank her

know when to thank her

when to give discipline,

and when to just have fun

you make her count the smacks, boy

while she's bending o'er the table

there'll be time enough for loving

when the spanking's done.

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"Punishment Day" Poem

Found this poem and more @ Miss Chris :-)

Punishment Day"





It's punishment day, and I dare not be late

a trip to the corner, that heart racing wait

anticipating swiftly, the straight backed debate



I'm led by the ear to the room full of sound

and over to the chair for the first noisy round

to be held soundly in place over the lap that I've found

"It's time for your spanking, and it's going to hurt!

So take down those shorts and off with your shirt!"

a timid "Yes Ma'am" is all I can blurt



Then it all starts with the first solid smack

I grit my teeth and arch my back

as my bottom quickly comes under attack



That burning touch heating my rear

a kick, a plead, a heartfelt tear

noticed but falling upon a deaf ear



"I'll be good, please stop!" "Well I don't believe you."

the minutes seem hours as I take what is due

"But you'll be a sorry young man by the time we are through!"



The hairbrushing stops, I nearly jump off her lap

I stand in the corner and she grabs the strap

As I'm told to turn around I can hear her feet tap

"You've got a date with the strap, and its gonna be rough"

She bends me over and I dare not give guff

tears well in my eyes but I try to be tough



Against the couch I obediently cling

as the heavy strap snaps with a furious sting

I'm counting each stroke and the pain that they bring



Determined to punish me before I can leave

I'm let up for a break, a thankful reprieve

but hear "it's time for the paddle, I do believe"

So back over the couch, my ass in the air

Miss Chris paddles on, briskly, without a care

raising flames on my butt with a handful of my hair



A few more with her paddle, then I'm led back to the chair

"Not the hairbrush again, please, this doesn't seem fair!"

"Across my lap, now!" She yells with a glare



Dangling helpless, so loose I could melt

eyes with real tears, my bottom with welts

the hardest spanking that I've ever felt



So I kick my feet around trying to get away

and throw back my hand in sobbing dismay

but she pins them all down to make sure I stay







The ordeal continues as Miss Chris speaks

and volleys from "Mother" blister my cheeks

"When I'm done with you, you wont sit for weeks!"

 Thank you Miss Chris :-)



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F/M Spanking story

Tim goes to the Seaside

Author Unknown

A fter several years of resolutely refusing to spend any money on a holiday, I had finally decided to do something this year. Of course it had to be on the cheap, so I had booked a room in a B&B in a traditional seaside town. I don't know why I chose to go there, I had never been to such a place before, and it had never really appealed to me. But there I was, a little lost and confused, but desperate to do something constructive.
Mrs. Johnston's Bed and Breakfast was just as fables would have you believe. A stern landlady in her 50's, with a list of rules as long as your arm that MUST be obeyed. Bedrooms had only the essentials of a bed, chest of drawers and a washbasin. A shared bathroom was located down the corridor, which MUST be cleaned after use. At first I felt a little nervous at the sight of all the rules pinned up inside the door to my room, but although a little frightening Mrs. Johnston seemed a reasonable enough person, and she quickly decided that a pleasant young man like myself needed looking after. She always welcomed me with a smile, no other guests had that privilege, told me all the best places to go for a walk and also told me all the places I should avoid around the town. I started to feel really comfortable in her presence.
So it was, with Mrs. Johnston's recommendations ringing in my ears, I set off for a walk along a pleasant coastal pathway. It was a beautiful day, a gentle breeze providing comfort from the burning sun, the sound of seagulls above my head, the waves crashing against the rocks below. The smell of the seaside brought back all those wonderful memories of childhood; the caravan we would stay in every summer; the civil engineering projects my father and I would undertake in the sand.
Lost in my thoughts I somehow took a detour off the main path and rapidly started to find myself on an increasingly overgrown path. Reaching the crest of a slight rise I stopped suddenly, frozen in amazement at the sight in front of me. I had stumbled upon a nudist beach. Regaining my senses I ducked down to hide behind the vegetation. I don't know why but I instinctively reached for my camera bag, fitting my longest lens, and then trying to focus on any particularly attractive women I could find below. It was just as I realised that my lens just wasn't long enough that I heard a twig snap behind me. In a panic I looked behind to see who it was and was shocked to see a police constable. I started trembling with fear; authority figures had always filled me with dread, always making me feel guilty even if I had done nothing wrong, but this time I had.
"And what do you think you are doing?" I guessed the question was probably rhetorical, I couldn't think of anything to say anyhow. "Hmm, stand up young man!"
I got to my feet, clutching my camera tightly. I was sure that my fear was written right across my face, I was never much good at hiding my feelings.
"Are you local or a visitor?"
"Visitor sir."
"Where are you staying?"
"Mrs Johnston's B&B."
"Good, she'll do nicely. Right young man I am going to give you a choice, you may spend the night in the cells, or you can let Mrs Johnston deal with you as she sees fit."
A night in the cells sounded more than I could bear; there could be only one choice, even if I wasn't sure what it meant.
The constable marched me back along the path; back to Mrs Johnston's B&B. Thankfully as we walked through the more crowded areas of the town the constable chose to walk slightly behind me. I doubt he really appreciated how much gratitude I felt for that small action.
Mrs Johnston's face clearly betrayed her feelings of initial shock and than dismay to see me arrive with the constable. I couldn't bear to look at her, I felt awful for disappointing her so much, I just wanted to earth to open up beneath my feet. Looking at the floor I was unable to see her expression change from dismay to annoyance.
"Constable Jeffries," greeted Mrs Johnston matter of factly.
"Mrs Johnston," he replied. "I believe this young man is one of your guests?"
"Yes he certainly is. I thought he seemed like a very nice man, am I to assume that I was mistaken?"
"I found him spying on the nudist beach, with his camera."
"Well Timothy," I cringed. I hated being called by my full name. "I am very disappointed in you. I thought you were better than the usual rabble that comes through these doors. That is disgusting behavior!"
Words could not describe how I felt, for some reason it was really important to me to gain the approval of Mrs Johnston. But now I had ruined all that.
"I'm really sorry Mrs Johnston!" I sniffed; my lower lip was starting to quiver. I knew I was on the verge of tears.
"Right young man," said the constable. "I am going to leave you with Mrs Johnston. If you do as she tells you, all this will be forgotten. If you don't, then she will give me a ring and I will be back round here to take you to the cells. Do you understand?" I nodded my head dejectedly.
As the constable left I could feel Mrs Johnston glaring at me. "Timothy, follow me." She led me up the stairs to her own bedroom. The room smelled so much more fresh and homely than the rest of the house, it seemed to be the only room that some care and attention had been lavished upon. Mrs Johnston pulled out the chair for her dressing table, turning it around it face me, and then sat down on it, carefully stroking away the creases in her skirt.
"Now get your trousers and underpants around your ankles and lie over my lap. You, my boy, are in for a spanking."
I stood rooted to the spot. I first I couldn't believe my ears, but her look of impatience hurried me up. I undid my top button and with one motion pulled down both my trousers and underpants. Thankfully Mrs Johnston chose not to notice my half-erect penis; instead she just patted her lap. I tottered over and slowly began to lower myself over her. She impatiently grabbed my arm tugging me down firmly. I felt a hand, wonderfully cool to the touch rearrange my penis so that it was lying flat across her lap rather than being uncomfortably trapped.
"Normally my guests can just expect to receive the hairbrush from me. But because it is you I think I will use my hand as well."
A life of maintaining a guesthouse had turned this large woman into quite a powerful woman as well as my bottom quickly found out. The spanks were hard and fast, covering every area of my bottom. Very soon I was wriggling around, as the pain became increasingly unbearable.
"Please Mrs Johnston! I'm really sorry!" I pleaded, tears welling up in my eyes.
"Not quite enough." Her spanks continued for a little while longer, before finally, thankfully, she stopped.
"Now get up and go and stand in that corner, hands on your head, and leave your pants around your ankles."
I desperately wanted to rub my bottom, but I didn't dare to disobey Mrs Johnston. I so desperately wanted her to like me again; I couldn't bear to disappoint her again.
Just as the heat was starting to subside, Mrs Johnston decided to call an end to my corner time. I looked nervously at the heavy hairbrush she was holding as I moved back over to her lap.
"Now Timothy, this is going to really hurt, be a good boy and everything will be alright." Her words were soft and reassuring, it felt so right to be over the lap of this wonderful woman.
SMACK!
The pain stunned me. It was incredible, far, far worse than the hand spanking.
SMACK!
I couldn't take it, it was too much.
SMACK!
"OWOWOWOW!"
SMACK!
"Please Mrs Johnston. It hurts!"
SMACK!
"Just be brave."
SMACK!
"It'll all be over soon."
SMACK!
"PLEEEESSSE!" I was sobbing.
SMACK!
"Nearly over."
SMACK! SMACK!
The last two were the worst of the lot. My bottom throbbed angrily. I twitched around, desperate for some signal that it was okay for me to reach up and touch it. Then I felt Mrs Johnston's hands caressing my heated buttocks. As the soft strokes began to soothe my burning bottom I finally began to relax. There I remained for several minutes, it felt so wonderful, I didn't want it to end.
"Now get up and give me a hug."
I scrambled to my feet and reached over to hug her tightly. She patted me affectionately on the back.
"Good boy. Now go to your room. I've got supper to make."