Subject: STORY: Will & Sara Part II (M/f)
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This story is fiction and contains themes which some may consider to be of an adult or offensive nature. If you are not an adult under the laws of your state or country do not proceed further. This story is for entertainment purposes only and may not represent the viewpoint of the author or the electronic source. All characters are entirely fictional and any resemblance of any kind, to real people living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Will & Sara Part II
I only recently discovered that Will was writing this story of our early life together, so I thought it only fitting that I at least tell my side of it, or at least tell you how I feel. Will was and is the most wonderful thing that ever happened in my life -- and in Jessie's. What we discovered in him and his family has been everything I could have ever dreamed of. Basically, I was a young woman looking for love, but the little girl in me was looking for a daddy. We both got what we wanted.
When I first met Will, he hardly even knew I existed. Somehow, he came to believe that I was an Associate Professor at the college. I guess the fact that I apparently had a nine-year-old daughter, initially led him to believe I was older. I won't bore you with details you already know, but gradually I wormed my way into his life. Unfortunately, I told a few fibs in an effort to make him care for me more. And ultimately, the little girl in me and the woman I was becoming got exactly what we both wanted and needed.
That night when I was found out was both exciting and frightening. I thought for sure I was going to lose him. But then he said those magic words that the little girl me had been wanting to hear from her daddy for so many years-- "Sara, I'm going to spank you." Let me tell you, when I heard those words, I wanted to cry to laugh to cheer . . . to wet my pants! Let me tell you what it was like for me. Remember, I had never been spanked in my entire life. I was nineteen at the time, and what Will did not yet know was that I was a virgin. In fact, I had never even had a date. But getting back to that first spanking he gave me.
I remember getting up off his lap and walking slowly into his office. I was scared. I had seen him spank Jessie. I knew it was going to hurt like the devil. I also knew that I was going to have my pants and panties pulled down by a man and that he was going to spank me on the bare skin of my bottom. I loved him. That's true, but I knew I was going to be embarrassed nonetheless.
I went into the office and closed the door behind me. The "spanking chair" was over against the wall, so I moved to where I had seen Will place it when he had spanked Jessie. I could almost feel my knees shaking when I stood next to that chair and waited for Will to come in. Then I thought, "am I supposed to get myself ready?" I quickly unsnapped and unzipped my shorts, but I couldn't bring myself to push them down. I was beginning to have real doubts about going through with it, when Will came in and sat down in the chair. He was so gentle and quiet. He asked me if I knew why I was getting spanked. I think I may have nodded . . . I was having a little trouble talking. And tears were kind of blurring my vision. But then very calmly, Will pulled my shorts down over my bottom. I felt them hit the floor, and I realized that he was seeing my panties. I know I must have blushed tremendously. Then his fingers were in the waistband of my panties, and they were down at the middle of my thighs. I was bare in all the places my instincts told me I shouldn't be bare in when a man was present. I must have been blushing fifteen shades of red at that point. I could tell that Will was gallently trying not to look at my bare . . . well, you know, but it must have given him quite a start, since even now -- twenty years later -- I still look very girl-like down there, if you understand what I mean.
Anyway, suddenly, I'm face down over Will's lap, my toes are barely touching the floor, and I can feel the cool air on my bare bottom. I realized I didn't know how many spanks he was going to give me, and I was starting to cry, so I asked . . . . and WOW! my backside was suddenly on fire. I had no idea how much a spanking could hurt. Will spanked me just like I'd seen him spank Jessie. He never spanked the same spot twice in a row. First, he smacked my left cheek, then my right. He started down low and worked his way up. Every inch of my bottom felt like I had sat on a hive of bees. I know for certain that I acted just like a little girl. I cried, I kicked, I wiggled and squirmed, I "ooohed" and "owwwwwed," and I clenched and unclenched my bottom. I could feel my bottom jiggle everytime his hand smacked one side or the other. I was quickly finding out just how uncomfortable a spanking could be.
Now, I can remember from when I was maybe twelve or thirteen, my best friend Michelle telling me about how her dad spanked her and how it hurt for a while, but then started to feel good somehow. I never could believe how that could be if someone was smacking you and it stung and . . . Well, let me tell you, for about the first sixty spanks, I would have sworn that Michelle was nuts. By that time, my backside was the center of my universe, and that universe was stinging like crazy. Every spank made me cry even harder. Every spank made my bottom sting a little more. Michelle had to be nuts. But then, somewhere toward the end of that spanking, something happened. I started feel this incredible sensation between my legs, and the more Will spanked me, the more intense it became. Now, I wanted him to stop, but I didn't want him to stop. All I knew was that I was feeling something I had never felt before, and then my spanking ended. I wanted to scream!
Will stood me up and took me over to the couch. He cradled me in his arms and I cried hard. My bottom was soooooo sore! As he cradled me in his arms, I felt secure and safe . . . and sore . . . and excited as all get out. I was so na’ve back then. Will had no idea how na’ve I was, but he learned soon. And his patience with me and his love for me were more than I could ever hope for. For the moment, I was a well-spanked little girl in her daddy's arms. I wanted to stay there for a long time.
End Part II