Punishment NSFW +18

Laid over my knee

Naked once soft white skin

Now red with handprint scars

Punishment for brattish behaviour

Tears cascading from pain felt eyes

Playing my emotions?

Large hands easing the pain

Firm powerful strokes across each cheek

A gentle writhing to guide my hand

Urging to be felt in places pleasuring

My hand falls heavy again

The imprint left in white

Upon her once again reddening skin.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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Word / Genre Challenge #3

Word: Flip Flops

Genre: Dark Comedy

They were always within easy reach of my mother’s hand. No matter where she was, even though she wouldn’t be wearing them, they were always reachable.

I’m talking about those battered, once favourite, rubber and plastic foot attire. The ones where the toe separator has popped out, and though you push it back through the hole in the sole, it still pops right back out.

Not that you’d want to touch the sole, as it still has the indented remnants of your mother’s feet permanently ingrained upon them.

For years they tortured your hearing, the *thwack-thwack* as they slapped against the underside of her feet as she walked, then they filled you with fear if you so much as said a wrong word or misbehaved.

For something so light weight an un aerodynamic, they could be hurled with amazing accuracy to bounce off the back of your head when you weren’t looking, and heaven forbid you were close enough to be caught.

No amount of padding could numb the pain of those slabs of rubber being brought down with force upon young spungey naked ass cheeks.

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Handbag. Snippet from ‘Beaches, Boys and Forgotten Bras’.

Imogen finished getting ready and checked the contents of her handbag before heading out to the waiting taxi. Sunglasses, book, passport and tickets all there amongst the usual inhabitants of keys, makeup and other bits that had been thrown in over the duration of her having this particular bag. The secret to a good bag is that not only should it compliment any outfit, but also be deceptive in its capacity for holding not only all of a girls day to day needs, but also all the knick-knacks picked up along the way. Finally she was ready and locking the door to her apartment made her way to her waiting ride.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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Dare to Dream

I saw part of a programme the other day about dreams, goals and aspirations. It was interesting to hear from a broad spectrum of people about those that achieved theirs, those that gave up and those still chasing.

I am Chris Brown and I had dreams. Some have come true, like being married to someone crazy enough to love me despite my flaws. To be a dad to two wonderful children and have a roof over our heads, clothes on our backs and food on the table.

Some I’ll never see come true. Being the best at what I do, because no matter how hard I try and as much effort that I expend, for some it’s just not good enough.

I may never retire financially secure, be recognised for that which I’ve given or pass a legacy to my children they’ll be proud of.

I’ve changed my dreams, set my sights on different ambitions to those I may have originally aspired, but the thing is I dared to dream. I’ve tried being a success, and though I may not of reached the dizzy heights of others, I dared to try.

When the time comes and I’m asked what did you do with your time, my answer will be “I tried to dare to dream.”

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Honest Question

A little boy asks,

‘Dad, how was I born?’

The dad replies,

‘Mom and I set up a date via e-mail and we met at a cyber-cafe. We went into a quiet room, where your mother agreed to a download from my hard drive. As soon as I was ready to upload, we discovered that neither one of us had used a firewall, and since it was too late to hit the delete button, nine months later a little Pop-Up appeared that said: ‘You got Male!’’

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Reflection

I am a nice person. I don’t care if you’re tall or short, skinny or fat, maybe even somewhere in between. I don’t care if you’re male or female, you’ve swapped it round or maybe haven’t yet decided. I don’t care if you’re straight, gay or any other kind of sexual. I don’t care about the colour of your skin, eyes or what colour you’ve changed your hair to this week. You could even be bald. The fact is, you breathe as I do and bleed the same when cut, that no matter what combination of those things I’ve mentioned above you are, your shit will still stink.

If like me you consider yourself a nice person, be nice to others. One day you may need the help from that very person you poked fun at.

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Velvet Rose

I gave my love a silver ring
Said “It’s you that I adore”
She placed it in a trinket box
Then threw me out the door

I gave my love some sweet perfume
She fumed “You think I smell?”
I threw myself right out that door
Before she gave me Hell

I gave my love a chocolate heaven
Sweets from all round the world
I slammed the door and ran away
As each one at me she hurled

I gave my love a single rose
Of deepest velvet red
She pulled me in and closed the door
Then lead me to her bed

It’s not that easy being a man
Knowing just what gift to give
But persevere, you’ll get it right
And for the rest they will forgive

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Godess

She was from another space and time. A place where strange creatures roamed the wilderness and unusual flora grew from snow covered earth.

Her eyes cried out a silent call, pulling me across the divide to this place she called home. To a closeness in which the heat of our bodies could be felt in equal measure.

She was naked, save from a warming smile with which she greeted me, and I could not avert my eyes from the splendour of that radiant body.

With a tender touching of lips the snare she’d set with her Godess like charm and beauty, trapped me forever to be by her side.

In adoration, I worshipped her tirelessly, gifted unto her all that her heart desired. Satisfying her lust for sins of the flesh.

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