Throwback Thursday: The Cabin - Part I

I was working on another post, but I've been unable to concentrate on it.  As such, it is as of yet unfinished.  So, I thought I'd share a second Throwback Thursday post.

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 *****I've decided to share some of my more popular posts from a previous blog here on occasion.  When I do so, I'll post them as Throwback Thursday posts.*****

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The Cabin - Part I
She opened the door and entered the room, slowly, cautiously, not knowing what to expect.  He’d told her to go prepare herself and wait for him.  She wondered what he had planned, what delicious torture awaited.  The room was large and felt cool, but not cold.  A shiver ran up her spine, it had nothing to do with the temperature.  There in the corner was a St. Andrews Cross, basically a big X made out of wood with attachment points.  She stared at it for a moment and then forced her eyes away to check out the rest of the room.  The first thing she’d seen as she entered was the large four poster bed.  It was sitting in the middle of the far wall and looked quite sturdy, a pair of nightstands on either side.  Then her eyes had fallen onto the cross to the left of the bed.  As she forced her eyes away she saw the seating area in the adjacent corner, two chairs with a small table between them and a large ottoman.  Between the seating area and the doorway she stood in, there was a large cabinet.  It had many drawers of all different sizes.  It reminded her of the tool cabinet her husband had in the garage, only this was larger and made of some beautiful exotic wood instead of metal.  She imagined that it had a place for everything, and everything was in its place.  She wondered what was in the drawers, but she knew better than to look and she imagined she’d find out soon enough anyway.   As her gaze shifted to the right she noticed that the corner was empty, but what she didn’t notice was the attachment point in the ceiling.  Instead, her eyes were drawn to the spanking bench sitting in the center of the wall and her breath caught in her throat.  Suddenly she realized that she needed to get moving.  She didn’t know how much time she had and he would be very disappointed if she wasn’t ready and waiting for him when he arrived.  And the last thing she wanted to do at this point was disappoint him.  She saw that there was another door past the bench and wondered if it was a closet or if it led into a bathroom.

She went over and looked through door and saw that it did indeed lead into the bathroom.   And what a bathroom it was.  There was a huge glass enclosed shower and a large garden tub with jets.  There were two sinks, but they were separated, each sunk into its own ornate cabinet and above them hung beautiful large mirrors with graceful sconces on either side.  There was also a vanity area with a low counter, a huge well lit mirror and a cushioned bench.   There were two more doors and when she opened the first one she discovered a toilet and a bidet.  Behind the other door there was a large walk in closet.  It was nearly empty and her attention was drawn to a garment bag hanging up with a big red bow and ribbon on it.  She went over to it and saw there was a gift card that simply read: For Tonight My Love, with a heart balloon drawn next to the words.  She unzipped the bag and took out her wardrobe for the evening, a long black dress that looked rather sheer and a black lace bra and matching panties.  Lying in the bottom of the bag was a gorgeous pair of black heels.  She turned and looked back at the bathroom and thought about drawing water for a bath, but decided against it as she knew she’d be tempted to lie in it for too long.  Instead she started to disrobe and headed for the shower.  She couldn’t get over how big it was, with water jets coming out from the wall and a large shower head hanging down from the ceiling.  The hot water felt wonderful cascading down her body, easing the tension of the past week away.  When she got out and reached for a towel she realized there wasn’t one there.  Hadn’t there been a towel there before?  Had she only imagined it?  Had she assumed it was there, but forgotten to actually look before getting into the shower?  Suddenly she felt unsure and now there she stood, naked and dripping wet looking around the room, trying to figure out where she might find a towel.

Just then the bathroom door opened, it was him.  She gasped in alarm.  Had she really taken that long?  She was supposed to be waiting for him, dressed and ready, standing in the empty corner of the bedroom, facing the wall with her head lowered and her hands clasped behind her back.  But instead she’d just gotten out of the shower and was standing on the slate floor, dripping wet, water slowly pooling under her feet and starting to spread.  She thought she caught a smirk on his face, but if it had been there it was quickly gone.  He held out a large bath sheet and asked her if that was what she was looking for.  She bit her lip and nodded her head.  He informed her that if she couldn’t even answer him properly she would have to do without.  She started to protest, but then she saw the look on his face.  She was quiet for a moment and then tried again.  “Please Sir.  I’m sorry.  I should’ve looked for a towel before I got into the shower.”  He looked at her feet and her gaze followed his, “and a bath mat too.”  She bit her lower lip again as she raised her gaze to meet his.

In truth, he was quite amused by now.  What she didn’t know was that there were hidden cameras everywhere and he had been watching her every move.    Now she just stood there, not knowing what to do or say, waiting for him to make a move.  He started to come toward her, holding the towel, and she breathed a little sigh of relief, but then he walked right past her.  She stared at his back in surprise, watching him walk into the closet.  What was he doing?  When he came out she saw that he had a bath mat in his hand and she felt that sense of relief again, but only briefly because she realized that he didn’t have the towel anymore.  She was confused and didn’t know what to think.  Instead of walking over to her he stopped at the tub and laid the mat on the floor in front of it.  He turned to her and motioned her to come to him.  She was nervous and wasn’t sure what he had planned, but she went to him.  He had her stand on the bath mat facing the tub.  He told her to bend over and place her hands on the tub surround.  He instructed her to arch her back and spread her legs.  He stepped back from her and looked her over.  Suddenly she felt two sharp slaps, one on each of her inner thighs.  She quickly spread her legs more.  The next thing she knew he was beside her, his hand pressing down on the small of her back, forcing her to arch it more.  He whispered in her ear, “close your eyes and keep them closed.”  And before she could say anything he moved away from her again.  He hadn’t told her to maintain her position, but she knew what he expected.  She stood there, bent over, on display, straining to hear him, wishing she could open her eyes and look around to see what he was doing.

Just as she was growing restless she felt him move close to her again and suddenly there was a loud smack and she felt a sharp sting as something hit her butt cheek.  Before she could react there was a smack on the other cheek.  She didn’t know what he was using, but wow did it sting.  He paused and rested his hand on the small of her back for a moment, a silent reminder that he expected her to hold her position.  And then it really began, first one cheek and then the other, slowly and deliberately at first and building into a fury of smacks.  She struggled to maintain her position and every time she moved a little or lifted one of her heels up off the floor there was a set of much harder smacks, one to each cheek.   When he decided that her bottom was red enough, for now anyway, he moved on to her thighs.  She found it almost impossible to hold still, her thighs were so sensitive.  He stopped, raised her up and spun her around, his hand on her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes.  Then he kissed her passionately and she melted into him, hoping that the punishment was over.  But then he released his grasp on her and pulled away, just looking at her for a moment.  She couldn’t tell what he was thinking, if he was deciding what to do next or if he was just making her wait.  Her gaze shifted to the low counter where she saw what he’d been using to spank her now red and tender bottom with, a wooden bath brush.

Just then he walked out of the room.  She was confused again. Did he want her to get dressed?  He hadn’t said anything, but surely that must be what he wanted.  She waited a couple of minutes and when he didn’t come back she started to walk toward the closet where the towel and her clothes for the evening were waiting.  Just as she was walking through the closet door she heard his deep booming voice, echoing through the bathroom, “I don’t remember telling you that you could move.”  She froze and then spun around and saw that he didn’t look pleased.  And what was that in his hand, a leather strap?  Now she was really in a panic.  She quickly went back to where she’d been standing when he left the room and she thought she saw a flicker of a smirk, but then he spoke again.  “No, back into the position I placed you in before.”  Her heart sank and her eyes pleaded with him, but she saw no room for negotiation in his countenance.  She let out a deep sigh, turned around and got back into position.  Again there were two slaps, one to each of her inner thighs.  She had thought that her legs were spread far enough apart this time, but it always seemed that no matter how far she spread her legs, he always thought she should spread them further.  She braced herself for the first smack, but when it came it hurt more than she thought it would.  She bolted straight upright, involuntarily.  Immediately there was a second smack, this one much harder.  Tears welled up in her eyes and she quickly got back into position.  He didn’t keep here there too long, but when he was through her bottom was bright red and her upper thighs almost matched.  Tears ran down her cheeks as he rubbed her favorite lotion onto her tender flesh.  She almost never cried from a spanking and here she was already sobbing and the night had just begun.

He pulled her to him and held her tightly.  She nestled into his chest, soaking his shirt with her tears.  She could feel his hardness pressing against her as he stroked her hair and told her how much he loved her.  She was sure that she could stay right there forever, but after a few minutes he pulled her away from him a little.  She looked up into his eyes, a sense of trust and love flowing over her, as he told her that she needed to get dressed and ready for dinner.  With a smile on his face, he grabbed her sore butt cheek and squeezed it.  She gasped, but then smiled back.  He told her that he’d come get her soon and that he expected her to be in the empty corner in the bedroom when he came back.  She let out a sigh and simply said, “yes Sir,” and headed for the closet as he left the room.  She had just picked up the towel when she heard his voice again, “and I expect this floor to be dried as well.”  Her breath caught in her throat and she said, “of course Sir.”  “That’s my good girl,” he said as he left the room again.  A smile crept onto her face and a happy sigh escaped her lips.  This weekend was just what they both needed.  As she wrapped the towel around her she wondered what they were having for dinner.
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Note: This is a work of fiction.  I wrote and originally posted it in 2012.  
Though I was tempted to edit before sharing here, I left it unchanged.  


  1. Fantastic story Lilli, really enjoyed this and hope there is more to come :)


    1. I'm glad you enjoyed it, Roz! :) (((hugs)))


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