flurry of deafening strokes to her skin. “Günter! Stop! I beg you!”
He ignored her cries, watching and waiting for the moment she would free herself from the confines of the natural world. As though the gods approved of his rebellion, his palm hardened with each stroke and Ilesbet’s begging grew more profound. Spank after spank, Günter’s hand tirelessly fell in a quick, unrelenting rhythm. The gods gave him the strength to continue and so, he did. He spoke to her of trust, demanding that she surrender herself not to the gods, but to him. Beneath Ilesbet’s face sprouted tiny violets as her tears finally touched the ground. The carpet of purple grew as her tears turned to sobs, covering his feet with the nodding heads of the tiny, fragrant flowers. He stood firm, knowing that her surrender was close and waiting for the sign of her arrival.
Smack after sizzling smack slowly turned the reddened bottom close to the violet color of the flowers that blossomed beneath Ilesbet’s tears. Determined to bring her to the place of her deepest powers, Günter snapped his palm to the upturned cheeks and felt her body shift beneath him as she released herself to his complete control. Under his hand she grew limp and a loud sigh was heard through the trees. She had passed through the Gates of the gods and awaited them to grant her the gift of True Sight.
Gunther shivered as an icy gust of wind groaned through the tops of the trees. Boughs creaked as the branches folded tightly around the trunks, exposing the expanse of the sky. Clouds tinged in purple formed a giant circle around the coppice as the woods grew silent of all but the wailing of the winds. He maintained a slow rhythm of powerful strikes, aiming for areas that had somehow bypassed a change of color. He was to continue and not stop, no matter how long she required to gain her vision. Any change would pull her back into the place of her body and possibly leave her sans the message she was to receive. And if that happened, it would require returning to the thicket the following day, repeating the encounter until one of them collapsed from pure exhaustion.
* * *
Ilesbet’s mind began to swim with the memory of her taking.
“No more!” she had cried, feeling every inch of her bottom erupt in pinpricks of pain. “Strike somewhere else, I beg you! Stay not upon that one place!”
Günter had laughed at her plea, striking her left cheek with gusto. “And when is it that you tell me how to spank a bottom? It is mine to do with as I will, remember?”
“Owwww! The Sight comes from all body afflictions! Ow!!” Ilesbet cried out, her first tear squeezing from her eyes. “Not from a spanking!”
“It comes from release of control. They may be your gods,” Günter had said sternly, “but I am your lord husband and master of your life. Surrender your will, Ilesbet. Not to them, but to me.”
“I cannot…” the woman began to weep, unaware of the flowering garden around her.
“You must trust me. You carry our faith, and I carry our lives.”
An unearthly slap to her upturned left cheek pushed her through the Gates of the Heavens. Her body seemed to drift away through a sea of sensation until it was a distant memory hovering over an ocean of twinkling lights. She mused, knowing that the physical experience of life would always serve to remind her that the vision in the mind is truly an event upon the face of the earth. Her spirit drifted into a corridor that was lined with books, scrolls, and etchings. Like butterflies, several small scrolls flittered through the air and touched her mind, leaving the knowledge needed to understand the vision to be given. There was no sense of time as the sounds of tears, laughter, fear, and every other emotion known to mankind brushed against and through her heart. She would need these to explain the vision to those selected to hear. Finally, she stood before the beginning of time and bowed her heart, knowing that her
He ignored her cries, watching and waiting for the moment she would free herself from the confines of the natural world. As though the gods approved of his rebellion, his palm hardened with each stroke and Ilesbet’s begging grew more profound. Spank after spank, Günter’s hand tirelessly fell in a quick, unrelenting rhythm. The gods gave him the strength to continue and so, he did. He spoke to her of trust, demanding that she surrender herself not to the gods, but to him. Beneath Ilesbet’s face sprouted tiny violets as her tears finally touched the ground. The carpet of purple grew as her tears turned to sobs, covering his feet with the nodding heads of the tiny, fragrant flowers. He stood firm, knowing that her surrender was close and waiting for the sign of her arrival.
Smack after sizzling smack slowly turned the reddened bottom close to the violet color of the flowers that blossomed beneath Ilesbet’s tears. Determined to bring her to the place of her deepest powers, Günter snapped his palm to the upturned cheeks and felt her body shift beneath him as she released herself to his complete control. Under his hand she grew limp and a loud sigh was heard through the trees. She had passed through the Gates of the gods and awaited them to grant her the gift of True Sight.
Gunther shivered as an icy gust of wind groaned through the tops of the trees. Boughs creaked as the branches folded tightly around the trunks, exposing the expanse of the sky. Clouds tinged in purple formed a giant circle around the coppice as the woods grew silent of all but the wailing of the winds. He maintained a slow rhythm of powerful strikes, aiming for areas that had somehow bypassed a change of color. He was to continue and not stop, no matter how long she required to gain her vision. Any change would pull her back into the place of her body and possibly leave her sans the message she was to receive. And if that happened, it would require returning to the thicket the following day, repeating the encounter until one of them collapsed from pure exhaustion.
* * *
Ilesbet’s mind began to swim with the memory of her taking.
“No more!” she had cried, feeling every inch of her bottom erupt in pinpricks of pain. “Strike somewhere else, I beg you! Stay not upon that one place!”
Günter had laughed at her plea, striking her left cheek with gusto. “And when is it that you tell me how to spank a bottom? It is mine to do with as I will, remember?”
“Owwww! The Sight comes from all body afflictions! Ow!!” Ilesbet cried out, her first tear squeezing from her eyes. “Not from a spanking!”
“It comes from release of control. They may be your gods,” Günter had said sternly, “but I am your lord husband and master of your life. Surrender your will, Ilesbet. Not to them, but to me.”
“I cannot…” the woman began to weep, unaware of the flowering garden around her.
“You must trust me. You carry our faith, and I carry our lives.”
An unearthly slap to her upturned left cheek pushed her through the Gates of the Heavens. Her body seemed to drift away through a sea of sensation until it was a distant memory hovering over an ocean of twinkling lights. She mused, knowing that the physical experience of life would always serve to remind her that the vision in the mind is truly an event upon the face of the earth. Her spirit drifted into a corridor that was lined with books, scrolls, and etchings. Like butterflies, several small scrolls flittered through the air and touched her mind, leaving the knowledge needed to understand the vision to be given. There was no sense of time as the sounds of tears, laughter, fear, and every other emotion known to mankind brushed against and through her heart. She would need these to explain the vision to those selected to hear. Finally, she stood before the beginning of time and bowed her heart, knowing that her
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