This thread made me miss leonidas, just a lil bit.
@previous (ducky !LZ0E5ojVGY)
Now you're laughing about it, out loud too. If you were this rude to me in person I'd be really offended and just have to throw you over my knee and spank you. That would teach you to be rude to people.
I've tried but the Judeomasons have proscribed all methods of self-immolation and extermination.
@311,522 (Dr. Autphag !FaiGWhdD4g)
No they haven't, I told you before, a canister of helium and a plastic bag. Very quick and completely painless.
@311,512 (B)
Strawberry Shortcake grew up to be a bit of a prima diva. She loved to boss her friends around and tell them what to do. Especially Plum Pudding, who seemed like such a well-behaved, demure little mouse. Strawberry Shortcake was sure there were some seething passions lurking behind Plum Pudding's owl eye glasses and scholarly façade. She was also sure that she was the one who could awaken them.
One day Strawberry Shortcake was at the Berry Bakeshop by herself when Plum Pudding popped in for a visit. Strawberry Shortcake decided it was the perfect opportunity to exert herself.
"Plum Pudding, you slammed the door when you came in and made my soufflé fall," Strawberry Shortcake said huffily, pouting her lips prettily.
"Oh I'm so terribly sorry," Plum Pudding said earnestly.
"I think you're going to have to make it up to me," Strawberry said sauntering up against Plum Pudding so their hips were pressed together. "I think you're going to have to let me punish you."
"Punish me? Oh dear, well I suppose I did ruin your soufflé..."
"You've been a very naughty girl, stomping around my kitchen, disrupting the baking process. I think you deserve a spanking."
"Oh goodness," Plum Pudding said, blushing rosy pink.
"Well, shall I give you a spanking?" Strawberry asked, leaning close.
"Yes, please," Plum Pudding said in a tiny voice. "That is to say, if you think I deserve one."
"Oh very much. Now take off your dress."
Plum Pudding slipped out of her little purple dress and frilly petticoats (though they were in their 20's, the Strawberry girls continued to dress as they had when they were children
-frilly little dresses, striped stockings, clunky Mary Janes and floppy hats- to saucy effect).
"Off with your knickers too," Strawberry ordered and Plum Pudding stepped out of her puffy bloomers. Now she was wearing nothing except green and white stockings that came up to her thighs and of course those round glasses that made her look very startled by the whole thing. Her breasts were tiny and pale, the little violet pink nipples were hard. Strawberry flicked one playfully.
"I think you need a little something else to wear," she said and started looking in the cupboards. "Here we are, just what you need." She produced a long corset of pale purple silk, festooned with green and white ribbons. "Let's put it on you shall we, as part of your punishment."
Strawberry laced her friend tightly into the corset and she had to admit Plum Pudding looked very appetizing, with her stockings to the thigh, then her bare bottom, then the pretty corset tucking in her tummy and pushing up her tiny breasts. As for Plum Pudding, she was flushed, her breathing shallow with excitement and from the corset. She felt a little faint and a little drunk.
Strawberry got out a wooden spoon, slapped it against her hand once or twice with a reassuring thud.
"Now come here you bad girl and take your punishment," she commanded, sitting upon a kitchen stool. When Plum Pudding came, Strawberry pulled the smaller girl over her lap, so that Plum Pudding's round little butt was up in the air. She brought down the spoon with a thud.
Plum Pudding cried out and squirmed on her lap but Strawberry was a harsh mistress and administered several more blows, turning the white flesh of the girl's buttocks as rosy as her blushing cheeks. As she wiggled, Plum Pudding tried to rub herself against Strawberry. Several times her hands went between her thighs and Strawberry had to smack them away with the spoon.
"Did I say you could touch yourself?" She snapped.
"No, ma'am."
"Then don't. Until I'm satisfied with your punishment your pussy belongs to me and I don't like to share. I'm the only one who gets to touch it."
"Please touch it."
Smack, went the wooden spoon. Plum Pudding groaned and writhed. Finally Strawberry took pity on her and reached between her buttocks, cradling her juicy little cunt, one finger finding her clit so that every smack of the spoon brought that much pleasure with the pain. At last Plum Pudding was convulsing in orgasm, bucking and twisting, panting and gasping (that corset did make it hard to breathe) completely out of control as she pounded her hips against Strawberry's hand.
"Well, that was interesting," Strawberry said when the frenzy had subsided. "Now loosen that corset and have some soufflé with me."
"But you said it fell," Plum Pudding pointed out.
"Did I," Strawberry said as she took the fine, high soufflé from the oven. "I must have been mistaken."