The Spark Files #04 :Christmas!!
(A decidedly personal entry log of one Sparkle Shadowpaw. I decided to try something different again- a first person view, and as a treat to the surprising number of readers who requested this: Fine- a story about me having my bottom warmed. Yeesh! :P Enjoy! :) adults only, please.)
The Spark Files #04 : It's that time of the year...
Location: Bedroom
Mood: horny >=3
Music: Can't Touch the Moonlight
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BAM! Wooo I haven't written in this thing in forever! Hello all you furs reading this on your computers! Sparkle here with another fantastic entry to lighten your lives and throw a little Sparkle your way! Like usual, excuse my spelling mistakes, I don't do them on purpose, I'm just lousy with a word processor. Spell check, is the single greatest invention on the planet. Spice, you owe me five bucks.
Kay! So this isn't a journal entry like Sugar wanted. She wanted to get me this online journal thing so every time I use my abilities, she can document them, date them, yadda, yadda. Crap like that I honestly don't care about. Seriously, Sugar treats me like a science project. So I can sling a few fireballs from my paws, and I possess a hat that can hold items via extra dimensional space. Big deal! I use this thing to write about my day so NYAH, Sugar. Ok, where was I...
Right right right! Today, I got that feeling of Christmas that crept up through my bones and totally possessed my spirit. Now normally, I'm not much of a Christmas wolf, right? It's the snow. Really, far to cold. I hate the stuff. Freezing, horrible, terrible stuff. And it's too white. And cold. Did I mention cold? I HATE the cold. Ok, off track, again. Where was I goin with this...
Right. Right right right right. Today, I did the usual. Drag my sorry butt out of bed, collapse to the floor in a heap, get up, get dressed, brush the pointies, wash the fur, normal boring stuff. I mean, no one wants to hear about the adventures my soap bar had exploring my many tunnels and caves, right? :P And I'm positive no one wants to read about how long I washed certain parts of my body with my fingers in slow, sensuous stroking motions. Hee hee hee, I'm such a tease. Where was I?...
Christmas! Woo! Ok, like I said before- me, not into Christmas- USUALLY. Halloween, with ghosts, and goblins and spooky stuff. That's where it's at. Free candy dude. That's just freakin' awesome. Anyway, so last year right, It's Christmas, and I'm totally bummed out about stuff. No boyfriend, no steady girlfriend, I go to the Twilight and sing carols and stuff. Mix drinks, the usual, but inside. Inside it's dull, ya know. Absolutely empty in there. In me, I mean. Makes matters worse, Margie- best friend, ya know, the mouse, wants to see her folks for Christmas. I'm not gonna hold her back, no way no how, so sure, she leaves, but I'm by myself, and lemme tell you- you can only masturbate on the couch for so long until you need SOMETHING else to do. And when your bored and horny, EVERYTHING becomes a toy. You ever want a fun time? Try masturbating with a snickers bar. Chocolate, EVERYWHERE. GUH. Wait...what was I saying?
Oh yeah. I was on my own for entertainment. I wanted to rent a movie, but didn't wanna leave the house. Plus I was naked. I get naked when I'm home alone. Clothes are constricting. What?! Like you don't? DON'T JUDGE ME!!! .....where was I?
So I know what yer thinkin- Spark. Why didn't you go off to see YOUR family for Christmas? HA! I already told you about Sugar. She's like, THE smartest woman in the world. An authority on everything and is very rarely wrong. I'm serious. She knows like, fuckin' everything. It's pretty creepy- the only thing she doesn't know beans about is magic- which is where our relationship comes into play. She likes me- simply because I represent something she's never seen before, or something like that, ya know? She's totally obsessed with finding out something she knows nil about, and it gets on my nerves. She treats me like a science project instead of a younger sister. But I already said that. Then there's Shine. I HATE that fluffy, blonde hairdo, big butt bimbo! She's a movie star. A MOVIE star for crying out loud! She makes about thirty million a year and Shine can barely count to three. And you should HEAR the bullshit that comes out of her mouth about me, my bar...OOO, she makes me wish I could just go all "Charmed" on her . You know, the episode where Phipher starts blowin up people cause she goes nuts? There was an episode like that, right? No? Maybe I'm imagining things. Where was I...
Oh right! So Spice is cool, but I don't wanna sleep over with her. Her place is creepy. I mean, off the wall weapons everywhere, landmines on the floor. LANDMINES. My sister's elevator doesn't go to the top floor. She leaves that stuff around so she can train not to step on it. She says it deters burglars. Lil excessive Spice? Anyway, Mom's in the looney bin, and dads in prison right? (Where I hope the fucking bastard stays) where was I...oh! Right Christmas! So I'm all alone right, it's Christmas eve and I set up the tree and the pressies Margie left for me not to mention the ones I got in the mail. Some dude reading these journals, actually sent me a paddle. Can you believe it? I put it with the others. Last year I received 37. And lemme tell ya- each and every one of those warmed my bottom. Badcoon006 and Sweetkittentasha, I owe you pictures. *Blush* Err...wait, where was I?
Right, so I'm alone, right? I've got some rum and I'm nursing it, watching "It's a Wonderful Life" on the boob tube. Boring stuff. I'm thinking of turning in early for once in my life, and suddenly- I hear somethin. It sounds like a scratching from the chimney. So I'm like "WTF mate?" And I go to check it out right. And I know, Chimney? Apartment? ZUH? Kwick explanation: my adoptive mom- Hidari owns the apartment. I live on the top floor, in a suite sweet! ...I mean Sweet Suite. I told you about the spelling. Shut up. So anyway, where was I...
Right, so chimney, right? Scratch scratch. THUMP. There's a fucking reindeer. Like, from the stories. And not just A reindeer- but THE reindeer. Mother fucking Rudolph.
Red nose, big, strong, perfectly sculpted chest, cute tear drop tail, round, perfect bottom (Oh, sweet mother of magic how I'd love to paddle that rump till it glowed like his nose- hey, I ain't the princess of pain for nothin! :o) ) So the reindeer is buff, and looking at me. Now, lots of you know my thing with guys. I'm usually one of those gals that go after other gals, and make guys a secondary thought. If I'm drunk, and horny, and you've got a stiff penis- you've got a shot. Double points if you've got a cute bum. Triple points if ya let me spank it! *Blush* Off track, again...
So anyway, Rudolph is in my chimney, and I'm lookin at him, and he's lookin' at me. This is a great big What. The. Fuck. But I ain't complain.' See, there are...certain species in the world that put this puppy into...um...lets say "instant heat" mood. I mean, I'm sitting there, bored out of my skull and then there's a BUCK in the room with me, and my panties are soaked...err * blush.* What was I saying...?
Anyway, right. Rudolph, pads over to me, grasps me by the paw, and drags me to the couch. Now, ya know how I said I like bein' naked n' stuff? Not ALL the time, ya pervs. I wear my big loose comfy P.J.S every now and then. And I was wearin these tonight. I loves em! Their light blue with bunnies and puppies on them and sooooo cute! ....where was I?
Rudolph. He sits on the couch and looks me over. The guy looks like santa claus does at the mall when he sits like that. So he's wearing some sort of harness thing, right. Bells all over it, a thick, leather collar, and he's got a speedo on. A SPEEDO. Aerodynamic or something. I guess it's for flying. I don't know, who gives a fuck, here's the point I'm trying to make- the guy was a buck, wearing leather and very little at that, talking to MEEeeeeee. OMG.
Ok. SO. Me and Rudy, right, he's sitting there lookin at me, and I'm lookin at him, thinking "Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckemefuckme Oh. PLEASE!"
And he sorta grins. Says something about santa and rules, and regulations and being alone on Christmas. I don't know. REALLY wasn't paying attention to anything coming out of his mouth. I honestly, did not care at that point. OK, guys, and gals, and things with tentacles reading this- Understand I run a BDSM bar, and spanking, bondage, leather, sex, all that jazz- CONSTENLY on my mind. I gotta be thinkin that to keep up the image and find new and exciting things to add to the bar- I lose bushiness, I lose monies, I'm out of a job if I don't. We're the hottest club in town for a reason, and it ain't a title I'm willing to lose. ...Where was I?
HEY EVERYONE NOT REALLY READING THE REST OF MY ENTRY!!! THIS IS WHAT YOU'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR! THE SEXXORS!! OMG HAWT!!!1
Oh! Ok! Right, so...oooooo my, friggin GOSH. I'm not listening, he's blahblahblahing, and suddenly, he grabs me by my wrist and yanks me over his knee. I'm stunned. He rests a paw on my lower back, and grasp my tail , holding it up. He's grinning, I think.
"You've been a naughty girl, miss Shadowpaw. " He says. I can't believe this- but it's happening. I'm being spanked. SPANKED, by RUDOLPH the red, nosed reindeer. *Squeak *
And he was good at it.
He held me down, by my lower back, my tail tucked up out of the way, exposing the rounded globes of my bottom. My jammies are flannel, and pretty lose, but I'm a taaaad bottom heavy. *Blush.* So the material clung, outline the shape of my bum perfectly, outlining both cheeks like a set of targets. He lifted a paw, said something else, and brought his fingers down in a swift, stinging swat! GOSH that fur was a PRO. It stung like crazy, and I was already wiggling around in his lap, trying to get free but his paw is holding me down, leaving me in the perfect position. In fact, he even lifted his knee a bit, raising my rump higher for him. That paw came down again, fingers crashing firmly into my left cheek, followed by my right, forcing a lewd bounce of both globes of my bottom. Those flannel jammies may keep me warm, but they do NOT protect from a bottom tanning! He struck again, cross both cheeks, and then again, slapping just under the rounded curve of my tush. A perfect strike- his form was incredible. I know, I know, I'm being spanked by like, one of the hottest bucks of all time, and I'm thinking about "how" he's doing it, instead of why. I'm weird like that. Shut up. Where was I?
So hes slapped my poor plump tushie like, ten times by now, and I'm squirming, hoping he'll put me down, pat me on my head, and give me a lump of coal. No dice. (to be honest, I really didn't want him to stop anyway) no, nows where things get weird. I've got this little secret right. It's really embarrassing but, the crevice of my rump, is one of the MOST sensitive parts of my body. Not the little hole under the tail (that's the third most sensitive, pervs) But ...just the valley itself. *BLUSH* I know, weird, right? So Rudy, with me flipped over his lap, begins to explore my helpless, stinging upturned bottom. His fingers caress and stroke gently, squeezing here and there, and here and there, weighing my rump lewdly with his palms. It was very embarassing, but then...then he drew a single finger along the crack of my rump. The flannel brushed alone the valley and...well...well.
He laughed, when he saw me orgasm, still holding me firmly, he drew his fingers along my little valley again and again, until I was howling in bliss, leaving my hot smeared juices all over his lap. (one that bulged with an obvious erection- lemme tell you- but we'll get to THAT later =3 ) He held me there for a few minutes until I finally calmmed (came? Calmed?) down and we kind of cuddled for a few minutes- me having had one of the best orgasms in my life. He slid a finger under the waistband of those flannel pants, and begins (began? Beginned? Begun! ) And begun to slide it down, making sure his fingers were touching the crevice of my big bum at all times. I squirmed shyly underneath his touch. I wasn't wearing panties- nor do I EVER while wearing PJS. So, he's got me bared right -plump, bare bottom, completely helpless, and upturned in his lap. And...and...um...
Ok. I'm back. Sorry. I trail off sometimes. Get carried away. Memory lane and all that, and I WAS MASTURBATING, OK?! GIRLS DO IT TOO. FUCK YOU!!!
Where was I?
Rudolph is holding me down, bare bottomed, with me squirming shyly in his lap. (making sure to press against his bulging speedo as much as I possibly can, mind you. >=3) Rudolph lifted that brown, furry paw again, and bright it down with a crisp sounding SMACK across my bare bottom cheeks! I bounced- my butt ALWAYS bounced when it's smacked. I've got like, a jiggle factor of +11 when the dial only goes to ten. Some call it a blessing, other's call it a curse. Me? I call it "incentive for another smack." He slaps again, and I not he's taking time to watch a few seconds, after each slap. He lifts his paw, and brings it down painfully on my right cheek- then my left- then my right, then left, then right, then left, then right...you get the picture. Anyway theb whiulke holdiung me where I was, He slid his fingers across that deep rump crack of mine. I SQUEALED like a pig, (Please forgive my typing. It's difficult to write with one paw. Fuck off. I'll touch myself all I like. No you can't join. No you can't see my webcam. What part of fuck off do you not get? I'm trying to write a journal here!) Where was I?
Rudolph, pulled me aside, and set me on the bed. When he did that, I must have noticeably winced, because he chuckled, and waggled a finger at me.
"You've been a naughty girl, Sparkle. I hope you've learned a lesson from all this. I'm doing it for your own good, but like I was saying, you can receive presents now, because your sentence is up. "The reindeer said, giving me a warm smile. Like I said before- wasn't listening to a damn word he was saying earlier.
"What?"
"Well, you had the choice of coal and no presents, or a spanking and presents. Good choice...cute bum. "The reindeer chuckled, and I'll admit- I blushed. He smiled, and padded back towards the main room, and I watched him, getting looking curiously at the fireplace. It dawned on me- then, that he was going to leave!!
"W, what?! Where are you going?!"
"I've got other stops to make tonight! Sorry miss!" I stared. Those fateful words ringing in my ears. A buck, had just wandered into my house, exposed my bare behind, and spanked me to an orgasm. Not once, but almost TWICE. And now he was just going to leave without another word?
Fuck.
That.
Shit.
I pounced him while his back was turned. He never knew what hit him- although he did struggle quite a bit. A simple gag spell and a binding ritual took care of that. Eleven and a half minutes later- he was strapped to my bed, completely nude, with a bright red glowing penis standing straight up in the air, and all for ME!
Now, I will admit, while I'm not strictly into guys- there's something about performing a nice blowjob that I find somewhat relaxing. No. I do not want you to help me relax. Stop asking. It's the gurgle of pleasure or the soft sounds of shy moans coming from a guy's other end that I just find so adorable. You can reduce the toughest, sturdiest, powerful fur in the world to a squeaking, begging kitten with a good blowjob. Anyway, where was I?
Blowjobs. Rudy. Right. I lowered my muzzle down, kissing the tip of his penis in a slow peck. A wonderful way to start- he was VERY sensitive- especially around the glans. He made some noise from the other end of the bed, but I really couldn't hear him. Gagged. Anyway, I kissed again- a hint of a soft suckle this time, working my lips up in a gentle arch after they pressed against the flesh. Another kiss- my tongue swirled gently around his penis. Another kiss- half a second longer. Another kiss- I let my tongue tip sliiiiiide across the slit of his penis, and was INSTANLY rewarded with a gooey burst of buck pre. I licked again, and the same thing happened, only there was more of it. I churred. Pre tastes fine- but cum is gross. I swallow anyway because I'm weird like that. (NOTE TO PERVS READING: GIRLS DO NOT LIKE GETTING FACIALS. That stuff is murder to get out of your fur- ESPSCIALLY IF IT DRIES. NO, I WILL NOT RECONCIDER.)
Where was I?
Oh, right. The buck was SO cute and helpless, squirming and moaning all shy and needed. I just COULDN'T leave him like that. Oh no. I kissed again, this time, slowly letting my lips part, and seal around the hot stalk of cervine flesh in front of me. I knew techniques. My fangs never touched his penis, and I'm positive there was some part of him that was grateful for that. I licked, bobbing my head gently along the shaft, making sure to work my tongue in little flickering kisses underneath the very head of his cock, and all the way down the veiny underside. I don't know WHAT it is about bucks. They drive me CRAZY. Certain other species do it to- and NO, I won't tell you what they are. Still, Like I said- instant heat. So I sucking this guy, right, and I'm having a blast. He just keeps squirming and moaning helplessly, and finally, I figure enough is enough. I suckle back to the very tip, and kiss at it, wrapping my lips around just the head. Massaging with my lips, I swirl my tongue around his glans, and steele myself for the foul taste of semen to splash into my mouth.
Didn't.
Wait.
Long.
He shot. Again and again, and again, and DAMN. It was like that one time, I fucking kidnapped a rabbit and raped him in my room for some bizarre-ass potion or something I was trying to make. I don't remember. It didn't work. Anyway, wow. Hey, this guy's been saving it. So I'm letting it fill my muzzle, trying not to let it touch my tongue, right? And whadda know? Tastes like chestnuts! Seriously. Rudolph the rednosed reindeer's semen tastes like Chestnuts. Roasting. Over an open fire. (ZING! Paws up if you saw that coming!)
Ok, so, in all seriousness. Didn't taste that bad at all. So I swallowed! ...And swallowed. And Swallowed. Geez. So I finally rid the guy of his cream, and he can't speak, but he can open his mouth right. It's a gag spell, not an actual gag, Or maybe it was. I don't remember. Anyway, his eyes are rolled back, and his tongue is hanging out. The words "Best. Orgasm. Ever." All over his face. I mean, he was in reindeer heaven right now. But I was gonna take him higher. I went to work on his pride (7 inches, mind you. He wasn't so much long, as he was THICK) and kissed, and nibbled, and nibbled and kissed.
(I did a lot of things to him. I don't have to write about all of them. Fuck you too Starbreeze7006.)
Anyway, the buck is hard again, and I'm straddling him, crawling over till I'm nose to nose- my cunny is inches above that stiff member of his. He's staring at me- unable to talk, and his eyes are wide. He's still bound to the bed by my spell- he ain't goin no where, I figure "What the fuck" I sit.
GEEZ he was big! I still remember that fat erection of his sinking into me, or, me sitting on it, I guess. The point is- GEEZ!! He was thick. I got used to it though, slowly rocking my hips in gentle motions against his pride, gasping in growing pleasure with every thrust I made. I mean ...I mean, ok, if he WASN'T bound to my bed, I'm positive he would have been the most loving fuck I've ever had. I do like those from time to time. Soft cuddling, and holding me gently, while whispering loving things into my ear. Rudy just seems like the type- I'm sure he would have if he'd not been bound and gagged and what not. Still, I had an amazing time. Rudy's cute, and almost perfect in every way but by the twelfth thrust I could feel his shaft throbbing, and by the time I had gotten to fourteen, he ejaculated. Hot shots of sweet Reindeer cum fired into my tight cunny, and I loved every second of it. Would have loved it MORE if I could have gotten off too- but you can't win 'em all. Rudy as exhausted, and seemed to pass out right then and there. Guys. Again, no cuddling, no talking (not that he could have done either, in retrospect) but still, ya know ...wait, where was I?
Oh right, so Rudolph, woke up that morning and I served him breakfast in bed, and we made usual chitchat. You know,
"I love your glowy nose. It's SO cute!"
"Hee, thanks. You were wonderful."
" Oh, you were wonderful"
" Best night of my life,"
"Your so cute."
"Why am I handcuffed to the bed?
" I'll never let you go. Best. Catch. Ever."
"No seriously, where's the key?"
There is no key."
Scream, panic, gag spell- the usual, ya know. Eventually after three days I think he managed to contact some elves or something, because he was gone when I woke up. ...fuck. I miss him. :( Whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiich brings me to my point here- Kind of a round about way of saying this, but I'm REALLY looking forward to Christmas this year. I've been particularly naughty, and sweet Mother of Magic, I hope he's got a paddle this time.
~ Sparkle.
Comments on this entry:
Whitetail_Wonder commented: OMG that was hot! Your into bucks, huh? I've got three words for you. Red Illuminant Paint. I'll be your Rudolph all year round.
Bobbybuk commented: Canni have your address, plz? I'll send you a paddle, and a buck to use it!
Cokslab commented: :Fapfapfapfapfapfapfapfapfapfapfap
Hornsaplenty commented: Bucks? Sparkle's weakness is bucks? Can anyone confirm this?
Rednoseflyer01 commented: I can ;)
Starbreeze7006 commented: Sparkle, your such a fucking bitch.
Sparkle commented: Take yourself OUT of our genepool Starbreeze.
Sweetkittentasha commented: Sparkle, seriously, you're such a nut. :)
Sparkle commented: Tasha! <3 <3 <3 call me!!
Sweetkittentasha commented: I'll do ya one better, I'm on my way over.
Sparkle commented: Seriously?
Sweetkittentasha commented: And I've got a paddle with me. A new one for your collection.
Sparkle: Oooo, we simply MUST test this out!
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