I'm trying my best to adjust to being back at school, but I am so tired. Switching from sitting around reading and writing spanking fiction in my recliner or down by the pool, wearing short and no shoes it's really hard to give summer up! I'll write more when I get time.
I have another new story for you today on Fantasy Friday. It's the second chapter of the story that was up last week. You can go back here and read the first part as well as finding out a little more about the writer, Toralei. I hope you'll enjoy...
CHAPTER
TWO:
VIOLIN CONCERTO IN D MAJOR
It
was not a week but five weeks until Allison was informed that she was invited
to come to one of Nancy’s spankeresques. Since that time, Allison had become a
full-fledged member and attended every gathering. Allison never complained
about the time frame being longer than stated at her interview. Confrontations
are not in her nature, unless she deems you are being frightfully unfair to her
or someone else. There could be many reasons that would occur. Figuring out
what is frightfully unfair hasn’t quite been grasped by Allison yet. It is a
work in progress. She never expected that Nancy would invite her, so nothing
seemed overtly unfair to her in that instance.
Never
the less, the guests Nancy invites to these soirees are always an adventure for
Allison to get to know. One such guest is Derek. He is an unassuming
sort and his presence is never noticed until he decides it is time to introduce
himself to someone. Everything about Derek is average; his stature, his grey
eyes, his brown salt and pepper hair. Allison is unassuming also. She is not
beautiful, just average looking. Her brown hair needs to be dyed every month,
she now wears glasses that hide her lackluster brown eyes, her body is average
and about twenty pounds over what the chart in her doctor’s office says she
should weigh.
Despite
all their middle age normality, they both have this enormous secret spanking
life. Allison and Derek find they both have other things in common and this
draws them towards each other resulting in an agreeable friendship. Allison
loves the way Derek always seeks her out at these parties and spanks her
thoroughly. The spankings are never of a disciplinary nature, the way Allison
likes them. They never exchange words during these spankings, so Allison is
always thinking of something she did wrong in her mind to get through the
spankings so she is more satisfied by them. Derek never voices an opinion about
the silence. He seems to be enjoying the amicable spankings just because and
has his own hushed reason for them. The spankings progress in harshness each
time they meet, but nary is a word spilled to uncover the fantasies behind them
from either of the participants. Allison could never know that what
she is about to do to Derek, would change their relationship and push them both
onto a less traveled road. It is a road they will not be able to make a U-turn
on.
Derek
does not show up at Nancy’s spanking parties anymore. This makes
Allison edgy and angry. She is now more combative at the spanking parties to
release her frustrations. Some of the spankers like it, but most of them don’t.
A few times she hears the disgruntled partiers voice their displeasure to the
hostess, but she is never confronted by Aunt Nancy for this.
Allison,
her frustrations apparent, decides to email Derek to find out why he is not
attending Nancy’s spanking parties anymore. The email is horribly mean. She
insists that he is ignoring her on purpose just to spite her, even though there
is no logical reason for that conclusion. Allison threatens him that if he ever
shows up again, she will totally ignore Derek and not let him spank her.
Needless to say, there is no response from Derek for weeks. As time goes by
Allison forgets about Derek and moves on to another spanker. He is not as good
a spanker as Derek is, but she is glad with the results.
One
warm July night while emailing a friend, Allison hears a twinkling noise that
another email has just been delivered and she stops to look who it is from. It
is from Derek! The subject line merely reads, “ August 15th Party”.
At first she refuses to open the email, she is still cross with Derek. Allison
begins to tremble with bother, so she gets up in a huff and stomps her way
farther from the computer. Allison calms herself down by reasoning Derek’s
supposed excuses for his neglect of her. This takes a good amount of hours and
a half a pack of cigarettes to accomplish.
Resigned
to finally find out what Derek has to say, Allison sits down at the computer
and opens Derek’s email. It reads as follows:
Good
evening Allison,
I
expect you to be at Nancy’s next party on August 15th. I
have heard that you have been very naughty and I will discuss this and your
last email to me first thing when you arrive. Do not be late or you will make
the situation worse for yourself.
Derek
Allison
slams her hand down on the desk. “How dare he talk to me that
way?!” Allison’s eyes are full of fury. She takes a dictionary that
is on the desk and slams it to the floor. Her face flushes a bright red as she
crosses her arms and flings herself back in her seat. Allison grits her teeth
and snarls at the email. She even sticks her tongue out several times at the
computer screen’s pretentious words. “I will show him. I will NOT answer his
email and I MOST CERTAINLY will NOT attend the party”, Allison declares.
The
months pass as Allison ignores Derek’s further emails for her to attend Nancy’s
other parties. Each of Derek’s emails being the same as the previous in its
wording. The November 3rd email is the one that
makes Allison relent. It also helps that she has been feeling guiltier and
guiltier with each passing month and has not been spanked or cared for in that
allotted time. Derek’s email hits the last nerve untouched and breaks Allison
completely. The fateful words are as follows and the subject title is
“Punishment”:
Allison,
My
feeling for you has grown to disappoint. I know what you need and desire. My
heart was not ready to accept this before, but I now know I must lead you
there. Your body has signaled me so many times before, when I spanked you over
my knee. Your aching revealed in the shift of your bottom so lovely, so milky sweet.
Its flexing throbs felt against me as I changed its color to pink with my
hand’s strong smacks, making your buttocks turn red to my very pleased eyes.
Your punishment will be harsh, something beyond what you have encountered,
ever. I know your secret and I know I have the right desire to let
you finally seek that which you know you have so truly deserved, yes wanted all
along. Your naughtiness and bad girl antics have led me to decide you will need
all my attention. So a private session is needed. I will pick you up at 12 PM
on Sunday at Ship Bottom train station. Until then, Allison; do not disappoint
me again.
Derek
Allison
breaks down in tears. This is too much for her to bear. How does he know? Yes,
she discussed certain things about her needs little by little each time they
met at parties in the past, but did she give away too much too soon. Were her
previous spankings not as silent as she thought? Did her body language give her
away? Allison always laughed at certain things that Derek said before and after
her spankings. He seemed to enjoy her sense of humor. Why did she have to treat
him the way she did and make him decide it was now time to change the way he
spanked her and treated her? Why couldn’t she have just let things be the way they
were between them? These and more questions make Allison decide she will meet
him, so she replies to Derek’s email. She tells him how sorry she is and that
she agrees she should be punished for what she has done. Allison intersperses
some of her other disclosures in the email, her angst leading to her surrender
of this information.
The
day arrives and the brisk fall morning is spectacular. Not a cloud is in the
sky and the sunshine hugs every nook and cranny in the land. The train ride is
uneventful and Allison’s thoughts are only focused on getting to her
destination on time or at least close to it, as she has no control over the
delays of the trains. In so doing, Allison checks the time on her cell phone
often and keeps occupied by observing others in her vicinity. The reality of
her situation does not hit her unto she steps off the train at Ship Bottom.
Minor
panic sets in. She is here. There are two ways Allison could go to meet up with
Derek. It is hard for her to make any decisions at this point, because her mind
is starting to flash the implications of her meeting with Derek in front of
her. Allison tries to focus. She pauses and decides to go to the main entrance
pick up area. As she arrives at street level, Allison looks around for Derek’s
midnight blue BMW, but it is nowhere to be seen. She decides to give Derek a
call at that moment, but suddenly her cell phone rings and she finds herself
answering it instead.
“Hello.”
“Where
are you?”
“I
am at the corner of Main and Livingston at the main pickup area.”
“I
called you when I saw that the train arrived, but you did not answer your
phone.”
“Sorry,
Sir. I didn’t hear it ring.”
“We
will discuss this later. I am back at the rear pickup area. Stay there and I
will come get you.”
“Yes,
Sir.”
Allison
puts away her cell phone and whimpers silently inside. She
contemplates what has just taken place. I can’t do anything right. I
had a fifty-fifty chance of picking the correct pickup area and I still didn’t
get it right. Stupid phone! Why didn’t it ring? It is like my fate is always to
constantly be in trouble. Sigh.
Derek’s
car comes into sight and he stops the car to allow Allison access. He is all
happy and chipper to see her and his discussion with Allison is light hearted
and kind. Allison on the other hand is now thinking about the consequences she
is about to experience. All she can muster up to Derek’s niceties are very
short sentences filled with meek intones in her voice. Her intones are
reflective of what she is thinking silently. I am so sorry. I cannot
believe I was so stubborn and cruel to him. I am so ashamed of myself. I am
scared of what is in store for me. I deserve whatever I get.
They
arrive at Derek’s place and after hanging up their jackets, he ushers Allison
into the kitchen. He prepares a glass of ice water for himself and
then turns toward Allison.
“Would
you like something to drink?”
“No
thank you, I do need to use the bathroom, though. It was a long train ride.”
“Oh
sure, Allison.”
Derek
shows her the way to the bathroom and then takes a seat in the living room on
the couch with his tall drink of ice water in hand. When Allison returns, Derek
gets up and places his drink on the coffee table.
“Are
you ready for your punishment, Allison?”
“Yes,
Sir.”
“Good.
I want you to wait for me in the spare bedroom upstairs. I will show you the
way.”
After
Derek escorts her up the flight of stairs and opens the door to the spare
bedroom, he motions for her to step inside. Allison enters and stands to the
right of the door not daring to sit on anything. Derek shuts the door and
leaves Allison standing there. She stands there weak kneed, hands behind her
back not daring to look around the room. A few minutes later Derek returns and
Allison watches as he seats himself on the edge of the right side of the king
bed. Allison’s eyes look down at the floor as she cannot now bring herself to
look in his direction. She feels embarrassed and blushes because she wants this
so badly, but Allison does not want Derek to see her this way.
“Come
here Allison and bend over my knee,” Derek tells Allison in a deep determined
voice.
Allison
refuses.
“Come
here, Allison”, he says to her again, patting his lap.
She
decides to stay where she is and shakes her head.
“No,
I don’t want to.”
Derek
gives Allison that gripping, stern look that she is being stubborn. She still
stands there. He sighs, gets up, pulls Allison to the bed by her arm and flings
her over his lap. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He admonishes her and continues to spank
her not stopping in the slightest or pausing.
“This
spanking, that I am giving you now, is for acting like a stubborn, disobedient
little girl just now. That is a fair assessment, don’t you think?”
“Yes,
Sir.”
“Good.
I am glad to hear we both agree on those two points. Just know that this is
only for when you were just stubborn and disobedient just now. Later on we will
get to the other times you displayed such horrid behavior. Is that understood?”
“Yes,
Sir. Wait! What? When did I ever….ow!...Ow!...never mind!”
“Yes,
you never mind. That is the problem. Isn’t it?”
“I
wouldn’t say NEVER! OW!! But OK! OK! If you say so…OWWA! ... Sir! GAD!”
The
hard hand spanking continues over Allison’s skirt. But wait, the spanking is
about to take a sly turn. Apparently, she is stubborn, disobedient and has
laughed at his implements before at the parties?!
“Whoa!
Ow! I never did that!”
Allison
starts giggling and disperses the giggles where ever she can vocalize them now
throughout the conversation.
“Ok.
Now I am laughing, but I swear, not at the implements. I sweeaarAH! Ouch! Ouch!
You have got to be kidding me. Right?”
“Go
head. Laugh. You will not be laughing or GIGGLING at anything soon enough young
lady,” Derek proclaims.
“Hmmmpphh…we
shall see about that!”, Allison snaps back. Her facial expressions don’t agree
with her words as an unsure look comes over her. The pain of the smacks hurt
Allison so much and this is just the beginning.
“You
will not be sitting down comfortably for a week after all these spankings,
Allison. That is what we will see”, Derek poignantly promises her. Derek smiles
and holds back giggles of his own.
“I’ve
heard that before. Ah! AAAHHH!!! It has never happened.”
The
smacks gain strength and quickness after that remark. Allison swears to herself
that the man just does not letup. He lifts her skirt bringing another point
home about questions she will never answer him. Allison refuses to seriously
answer his repeated questions. Derek roughly hikes back the lace of her
gartered red panties exposing the lower parts of her buttocks and rapidly
spanks one check repeatedly until it matches the color of Allison’s panties. He
then does the same to her other cheek. As she raises her final objections to
this sort of treatment, he gruffly stands her upright and orders Allison into
the corner to simmer down. She stands there with her hands on her head, elbows
on the walls and nose to the corner. Allison’s skirt and panties are
shamelessly hiked up to expose the gleam in her lower buttocks. She feels his
eyes assessing her and Allison closes her eyes to gather more strength.
Allison’s
defiance and annoyance is bubbling to the surface, so a talk ensues within. He
should be tired from the other spanking party he went to the night before.
Could it be my strategy concerning this was ill advised? I hate the corner. It
is so lonely here. I will not give in. I owe it to myself to find out how close
to the edge I can get before I need to pull myself back. I am scared, but I
have trust he has heard my full disclosure and he is leading me there.
“Stand
straight.”
Allison
whimpers and fusses. Derek is watching her non-compliance and orders her back
over to him.
“Remove
your skirt for me please.”
“Why?
You have done this before with other girls. I know you have. Why do I have to
do it?”
He
has had enough of her smart remarks. She needs Derek to take control.
“Allison,
if you do not take that skirt off now….”
Derek’s
voice is commanding and his look is threatening. He does not have to finish the
sentence as Allison removes her skirt. She throws it on a cushioned chair on
the other side of the bed. The skirt drops to the floor.
SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK!
“Go
pick that up now and place it on the chair neatly.”
“Ow!
Yes, Sir.”
As
Allison does that, Derek decides he does not want Allison to be secure and
reassured by being over his welcoming lap right now. When Allison returns to
Derek’s side, Derek gets up and motions to Allison to lie on the bed.
“Lie
on the bed with your bottom up, Allison.”
Allison
lies straight on the bed with her arms folded under her head and her head
toward the head board. Derek sits beside her and begins the hand spanking
again.
“Allison,
I am now going to spank you the same way I spanked each and every woman the
night before. This is still for being stubborn, disobedient and laughing at my
implements at the parties, but now we will add not answering your phone when I
called you the first time at the train station and thinking this is all a joke
by laughing and giggling.”
“Now
wait a second. I do not think this is funny and I would have answered the
phone, but I didn’t hear it ring the first time.”
“Well,
apparently you do think this is not serious at all. You continue to giggle and
are not grasping the gravity of the situation. You should have had your phone
out so that you could hear the phone ringing. I told you I would call you as
soon as the train arrived.”
“I
guess, but ...”
“Wrong
answer.”
Allison
now knows that it was a bad idea to think Derek would be weaker today from all
the spankings he gave out the night before. A round of implements is selected
and Allison’s panties are wedged up and gripped by his fingers to expose most
of her upper buttocks. Derek only pauses to change implements, switch his
position or apply some water to Allison’s sore bottom. Allison grows weaker as
her retorts back are less, but never the less still there. Her control button
is shifting towards Derek and her wetness and pleasure need release. Allison
loses count at the third woman’s spanking. Derek now has to ask her to count
sometimes to make sure Allison is still paying attention. He does not want her to
turn inward. Allison wrestles for control. She decides she will not give in.
Derek senses Allison defiance and resistance.
“Get
up, Allison. I want you in the corner. Now! Hands on your head and nose to the
corner.”
Again,
Allison finds herself in the corner.
“This
will not do. Take off your shirt”, Derek softly says.
Removing
it slowly, Allison turns toward him half way, but she dares not look into his
scheming eyes. That will make her resentful, causing her to hesitate toward
compliance and then she will react in playful spite for him making her feel
that way. Allison takes off her shirt and looks up to find the bed, instead she
meets his righteous look of satisfaction. Balking at this, she furiously throws
the shirt trying to achieve the bed. It instead hits Derek full fury. His
reaction is full of surprise and he catches and plunks the shirt down on the
bed. Allison giggles.
“You
did that on purpose.”
“I
did not. I was trying to hit the bed.”
“Well,
I don’t think so. Take your shoes off.”
Allison
flings her high heels furiously towards the wall.
“Turn
around, hands on head.”
SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK!
Derek
pounds his displeasure hard into Allison’s already burning backside with his
one hand as his other hand pushes her towards the corner walls and he holds her
in place. The swatting continues as he voices his command.
“You
will never ever do that again!”
Allison
protests her innocence of wanting the shirt to fly toward him and giggles.
“I
didn’t mean to. Honnesstt!! You got in the way! I was trying to hit the bed!”
Allison’s
elbows hit the wall with each blow given to her buttocks. The constant friction
makes her elbows sore. A spanking minute passes with only Derek’s hand applied
slaps and Allison’s defiant groans heard.
“Ok!
Ok! I won’t do it again!”
The
corner spanking stops.
She
squirms in her position in the corner trying to find a comfortable stance. As
Allison attempts this, she hears Derek take a seat on the bed and she feels his
ever probing eyes assessing her predicament. Allison has to keep her scraped
elbows away from the walls and her flaming bottom moving, as this seems to
lessen her pain. She nervously giggles.
“Put
your feet flat on the floor and no wriggling. Stand still!”
Allison
mournfully complies and thinks to herself. Ok. So I did hit him with
the shirt on purpose and deserved that spanking. The rest of these spankings, I
in no way merit in my eyes and yet I am feeling bad that Derek thinks I have
somehow earned them. Maybe, I have been naughty and have not realized it in
those instances. If that is true, what is he going to do when he gets to my
real punishment? The one he and I agree I really deserve. Her stomach
does somersaults in triple time. I think I am in trouble. BIG TROUBLE! Allison’s
bottom heralds its displeasure with a series of cringes. She hangs her head in
shame. I so want Him to take control.
Derek
orders Allison to turn around, but she is too ashamed to face him and she
whimpers and hesitates for a few seconds.
“Turn
around, now!”
*Gulp*
Fighting
her willfulness, Allison turns toward Derek.
She
feels so silent in his determined gaze. His masculine glances make her feminine
essences erupt. Allison feels no control over her body’s reactions and she
clenches her fists to stifle herself. Derek beacons Allison over to him with a
crooked finger and a stern look.
“Come
here, little girl.”
She
again finds herself over his knee to now begin her real punishment.
“Allison,
I am now going to spank you for being rude and inconsiderate to me with your
email and for not answering my other emails to you. I did not give you any
cause to be so nasty and sassy with me. Even if I did, that is no way to talk
it out like an adult. So now because you acted like a spoiled brat, you are
going to be spanked like a spoiled brat should be. Do you understand?”
“Yes.
Sir.”
“Do
you agree that you should be punished for it and that you were wrong?”
“Yes,
Sir.”
Over
and over again Derek’s brawny hands reign against Allison’s heated bums. He
takes time to rub her silken cheeks at intervals, liking the way his fingers
move to turn her bottom’s redness to white and then back to a hot spicy red
again. He constantly pulls at Allison’s panties drawing them upwards as far as
they will go; the chafing of the lacy material causing more fluid to be drawn
from her internal workings to ease the intrusion in Allison’s parted genitals.
She can feel the soothing warmth of Derek’s strong, gentle hands radiating onto
her flaming bottom as he grasps her lower cheeks roughly and shakes and pulls
each one vigorously. The sensation drives Allison to lustful feelings and her
body reacts in fits and squirts of anticipation.
The
hand spanking stops and Allison is sad to realize this. Derek maneuvers Allison
over a stack of pillows on the bed with her buttocks pointing upward, totally
exhibited to his devilish whims. Allison lets out a few giggles during the
process.
“Oh!
Pillows! I hope they are down. I love poufy pillows. I think I need a few more.
Thank you. You are too kind”, Allison says sarcastically.
Derek
is not amused. He decides to straddle her legs and pulls Allison’s panties off
for maximum embarrassment and access for his armament of implements. Her
remaining thong poses no threat to his entourage of spanking tools. Still
straddling Allison from behind, Derek tests the sturdiness of her position by
first hand spanking her with zestful, meaningful whacks on Allison’s already
crimson backside. Her legs kick back involuntarily to each heated whack now and
Derek finds the need to wind his belt around Allison’s ankles to keep them from
flailing up. Allison begs him not to and tries to get up to stop him. Derek
pushes her back down into position over the pillows.
“Please
don’t Derek. I don’t want my legs bound. Please! No!’
Derek
doesn’t answer her. He does what he feels is best because he knows the harsh
depth of each implements sting he will impose on Allison next. Derek must do
it.
This
is where Allison totally stops the laughing, giggling and smart aleck remarks.
She finally realizes the situation is serious now. Allison endures numerous
times being spanked by Derek’s hand, his assorted wooden and leather paddles,
his prison tawse and his leather belt. Sometimes he makes Allison count out
loud, if only just to make sure she is still alive.
Through
all this, Derek every now and then says with pride, “Now you are not laughing
anymore are you, Allison? No more fun and games. You see that now. Don’t you?”
Yikes! Allison can’t
answer him.
Derek
has gotten Allison’s attention to the fact that she has been naughty,
disrespectful and obstinate once again. She can only say “Ow” and moan and
groan!
“It
hurts! It hurts!”
Allison
grasps the bed spread and pulls it towards her hoping to get away. Her
whimpering and panting is at its highest peak.
“Ooowwa!
Owieee!”
“You
realize the more you say ow the more I will spank you? I like it when you say
ow.”
“That
cannot be right! I can’t help it! Ooww!”
I
have to…
“mmmppphh…”
stop…
“OW!…”
saying
that. STOP OWING! Should I bit my tongue?
“NO!”
Derek
straddles Allison again to prevent her escape. She is no match for his
strength. So Allison decides to relax and take it, all the time secretly
wanting much more.
Can
He feel my ache? Will He be so kind as to give me full release? I can only hope
and beg in my mind. Please!
Derek
parts Allison’s lower cheeks and uses a narrow wooden paddle to thwack her
inner sides. The stimulation causes blazing furies of pleasure and she raises
her upper body up by her arms to gladly meet these erotic, forceful blows.
Allison is now on her hands and knees over the bunch of pillows on the bed, her
ankles still bound by Derek’s belt. He stops the paddling and runs his fingers
from Allison’s anus towards her clit, teasing her back and forth along the
laced strip of her thong. Finally, Derek only focuses on fondling Alison’s
clit, but the thong is preventing full entry. She forcefully pulls down the
thong one side at a time to feel his touch full on. He gladly rips off the
thong the rest of the way. Inspecting the thong, Derek remarks in a sexy low
voice.
“How
naughty you are Allison. You have totally soaked it. You are going to have to
be spanked for this.”
He
spanks her again with his hands, then parts Allison’s cheeks again and twirls
and teases her bud. Allison has no resistance to Derek’s ever present probing.
She doesn’t want to resist. She needs this. Allison feels the tug of the
leather belt on her ankles as she tries to spread her legs and this causes her
momentary angst.
As
Allison struggles to free her ankles, Derek decides to calm the thrashing by
stroking her breasts from behind with one of his hands. This diversion works as
she is thrown into the sensation of realizing the ever present closeness to her
sexual fantasy again. Allison moves her bra upwards and Derek fondles her
nipples twisting them into hard peaks. She bucks forward and collapse back onto
the pillows. He remains steadfast and keeps up the sensual takings of Allison’s
clit with one set of fingers and her nipples with the other. She cannot stand
the teasing any longer and her body’s juices are streaming without abate. Allison
bucks and squirms to move Derek’s fingers deeper inside her, but he has his own
evil agenda to answer that need.
Derek
unclasps Allison’s bra and takes the belt off her ankles to free her.
“Stand
up and take off your bra.”
Allison
is reeling as she hastily takes off the bra. Her breathing is quickened. She
throws the bra to the floor. Derek picks up Allison’s bra and caresses it to
his face, breathing in the excitement of Allison’s scent. The tiny orgasms
Allison has had up to this point are pushed back as she watches him. She feels
the coolness of the air take over her wet nether regions. Derek looks up at
Allison and a smile appears on his face briefly. Then he sternly barks an order
to her.
“Go
to the corner, Allison. Same position as before, you bad girl.”
Allison’s
body aches with disappointment. She stands there in the corner naked except for
her top-laced hosiery. With her hands on her head, she succumbs to the fact
that she is not in charge anymore; he is and she wants him to be. As Allison
feels Derek’s piercing gaze from behind her, she now knows he is in complete
control of all her emotions and Allison accepts that fact with gladness. He is
doing what she has so wanted and needed to perfection so far. Allison can only
wish for it to continue on.
It
is then that Derek approaches her and grabs her hips. He slides his hands up
the sides of Allison’s ribs and around to her breasts caressing them fully,
tweaking and pulling at her nipples until Allison cannot stand it any longer.
She takes her hands and slides them up the side of the walls as if to somehow
climb those walls. Allison’s body sways and bucks. Multiple orgasms ensue and
she sticks out her bottom to touch Derek’s groin over and over. She thrashes
around the corner wildly, yet Derek keeps his hands at Allison’s breasts,
pinching her nipples and causing her to give over control of her body to him.
Allison slams into the wall and Derek holds her there tightly. He parts her
legs and runs his hand over and over again between her legs, twirling Allison’s
clit and her anus. Derek slides his fingers back and forth pausing to glean her
other erotic zones there, all the time still twisting Allison’s nipples
hard. Allison noticeably stops breathing for a few seconds or more.
As Derek pulls her gently away from the corner, Allison feels dizzy and weak in
the knees. He props her up and leads her to the bed. Derek is concerned and his
voice sounds calming and sweet.
“Allison,
are you ok?”
“Huh?
Oh…yes. I am fine, Sir.”
“That’s
good. Lie face down on the bed, Allison.”
Allison
feels so relaxed and satisfied right now. It is as if her soul has risen into
her. She has never experienced this type of euphoria. Others yes, but not this.
Not like this. As Derek straddles her again, he massages Allison’s entire body
for minutes on end.
He
then gets up and wets Allison’s buttocks with something. The conversation is
low key and their voices are calm.
“What
are you doing, Derek? What is that?”
“It’s
just water, Allison.”
“Water?
Why?”
“Your
punishment is not over.”
“Please,
Derek. No more, please, Sir.”
“You
are going to be given a hard stinging round of twenty with the prison tawse and
then ten with the belt all with a wet bottom.“
Allison
takes a deep breath. There is no more complaining from her and she questions
that in her mind, but she is on the edge of subspace at this point.
“Yes,
Sir.”
“Good.
Allison I want you to count.”
CRACK!
Allison’s
voice in her mind informs her silently, “Ok. That really hurt!”
“One,…
SIR.”
CRACK!
“TWO,
SIR!”
CRACK!
“Thhrree…mmmpphh….Sir.”
The
CRACKING continues. Derek pauses at ten to wet Allison’s backside again.
“No!
It is wet enough.”
“No,
it isn’t. “
*Moan*
By
number fifteen Allison is withering with her upper body into the bed spread,
panting and gasping for air. She dare not move her bottom out of place.
Allison’s shoulders are tense for the last five and she struggles through it.
Another
application of water to her bottom is applied for the ten with the belt.
“Allison,
I want you to count backwards this time.”
“Yes,
Sir.”
THWACK!
“God!
That first one is always a doozy!, Allison says to herself.
“Teeennn,…
SIR!”
THWACK!
A
pause of a few seconds in Allison’s count looms.
“Nnniinnneee,
Sir!”
Allison
groans.
TTHHWWAACCKKK!!!!
“Seeevvveennn,
Sir! No, not seven. Oh, sorry , Sir. I lost count.”
Allison
knows he doesn’t believe her, but she truly did! No kidding!
“We
will start over.”
Allison
whimpers.
So
the recount begins again from ten and these swats are harder. She can barely
recite the count as her backside is blazing and is in extreme turmoil. Allison
talks to herself in her mind to comfort herself.
“Please,
I have to make it through.”
She
thinks about saying RED, but she doesn’t. Allison is crying without tears at
each thwack. Then, the punishment is over and Allison buries her face in the
bed still crying, but with no tears. It makes her wonder to herself. “Why can’t
I shed any tears?”
Derek
straddles Allison once more and begins to smooth away the tenseness in the
muscles of her shoulders, back, buttocks and sides. She drifts into
semi-consciousness, feeling his caring hands absorb the warmth of the pain. As
Allison lies there, Derek begins his massage into her fortresses that are
unattended, the sentinels trusting this friendly visit. She moves onto her left
side to welcome him more clearly. Allison’s breasts give Derek sustenance and
she delights and hums at his suckling and his ever massaging fingers of her sex
incites the dams to overflow. Gurgling, then rumbles of waves bash against him.
Allison pulls Derek closer to her, never wanting him to let go. His virile hold
on her excites her. The rush of orgasms is aglow with teeming life. Allison
gives up her body to him without regret and Derek murmurs his approvals in her
ear.
“I
want you to cum for me, Allison. Cum for me. That’s right.”
It
is indescribably rewarding to Allison to give Derek that gift. Her savage
ferocity is unleashed for him to see and marvel at.
This
whole event is so ecstatically pleasing to Allison, that she does not want it
to end. She wants it to go on forever, but this heavenly meshing of two beings’
fantasies will have to resume some other time. Boundaries have been laid before
them and they cannot cross over together. Parting hugs, a squeeze of Allison’s
cheeks and a few slaps to her backside tells her there is more to come in the
future.
Allison
waits with constant hope, as she plays this afternoon over and over in her
mind. It makes her cum each time she thinks of what Derek did to her and why
she let him. His kindness and caring for her keeps Allison company until she is
in his manly presence once more. Thank you is only a smidgen of what she can
say to Derek, what she could possibly do for him. Allison wants to give him
control over her time and again. He has won her trust forever. This story is
Allison’s; she gives that to Derek joyfully, her truly wonderful, generous,
caring, magnanimous friend.
THE END
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