From: ginger30@aol.com (Ginger30) Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking Subject: Cradle Robbing Date: 18 Jul 1994 17:10:02 -0400 Message-ID: <30er3a$t89@search01.news.aol.com> Cradle Robbing - A Fantasy It was late, near ten o'clock, when someone knocked on my door. I cursed myself for not calling a security company sooner. I had no peep hole or chain on my front door and no excuse. I had lived in this apartment for over a month and now here it was late on a Friday night, I wasn't expecting anybody (I only knew one person in the whole city) and I had no way of knowing who was on the other side of that thick door. Whoever it was knocked again -- firmly -- while I stood there trying to make up my mind. Finally I peeked into the mirror to make sure I was presentable - good, my red curls were neat and shiny, my tee-shirt clean and I liked it with the short, flippy skirt - thank goodness I hadn't changed into pajamas yet. I took a breath and opened the door. I was not prepared for the man standing there. Whew! Handsome does not even come close to what he was. Big, was the first adjective to slam into my consciousness. Poised and masculine tumbled after and unfortunately, "Obviously Pissed" limped in last during my surprised perusal of him. "Are you Ginger?" Obviously Pissed now shot to the foreground. I nodded and crossed my arms, an unconscious defensive stance. At least I looked pretty, I thought in a weird turn of logic. Despite his flashing eyes, his voice was calm and low, "I'm Luke, Justin's brother." Now the sirens went off, the flashing red warning signals, the "shut the door now if you know what's good for you" loudspeaker announcement. Justin, was a young man I'd been seeing recently (emphasis on the word young.) Usually I don't mess with college boys being a world-wise woman of thirty but Justin had helped me move in (it was his summer job) and, on finding out I was new to the city, he'd kindly shown me around. What started off as friendly outings turned... well, hot. He was sweet, smooth-faced, eager and energetic, my no-relationship-illusion summer fun. I was his first lover. What could be better? Except that now here stood Justin's much older brother who was at least my age and something of a tyrant by Justin's report. Their father had died three years ago and although Luke no longer lived at home, his mother had encouraged him to take over the paternal role. A role he was clearly taking seriously as he stood in my hall, looking too good by half and radiating red hot annoyance. "I want to talk to you." The words clipped out of his mouth. Again I said nothing, just nodded. Honestly I wasn't trying to be rude, I just wasn't sure my voice would work without wavering. "Can we go inside?" Right. Let the tyrant in so he can scold me for seeing a boy nearly half my age. I don't think so. "Look," I finally said with my chin tipped forward, "we both know why you're here, so why don't you just cut to the chase and have done. There's no reason for us to get comfortable." I'm always cocky when I'm feeling defensive. "Alright," he said menacingly, "Bottom line. You are not going to see Justin again. Is that understood?" Now, if he'd asked me nicely, this whole episode might have turned out differently. I mean, I might have even been reasonable, especially since Justin and I weren't emotionally intimate, but I was not, repeat NOT, going to jump just because some big, arrogant man delivered an order. And certainly not when his hand was braced high up on the wall in some infuriating pose of leisure. So striving for an equally maddening stance, I propped my shoulder against the door jam and lounged, unconcerned, while I pretended to consider his words. is words. "Does Justin know you're here?" I asked while examining my fingernails. "That's irrelevant." "I'll bet he wouldn't see it that way." I pointed out. I think Luke began to grind his teeth. "Justin does not always know what is best for him--" "Oh and you do?" I cut in. "In this case, yes, I do, which is why you two are over as of now." "No, Luke, we're not. We've only just begun." I stated simply. I don't think the man was used to blatant opposition because his whole body stiffened. "Now if you'll excuse me I'm going back to my writing." I scooted through the door and tried to close it but didn't get far. He shoved his way into my apartment and slammed the door behind him. I backed off fast, putting the couch between us. "Get the fuck out of here or I'll call the police!" "Good, we can discuss statutory rape when they arrive." He said with a hand balanced lightly on the doorknob, clearly preventing my departure. "Wha-- Look," I said, anger replacing fear rapidly. "You told me to stop seeing him, I said no, now what more is there?" "How old are you?" I couldn't imagine a more insulting question and I'm not even weird about my age. It was the mean way he said it. "Old enough to not be bullied by you!" "Then you're old enough to stop acting like a brat who's been asked to give up her favorite toy." "Well haven't I?!" That must have been the wrong response on my part. Maybe he didn't like hearing his brother referred to as a toy or maybe he just didn't like my tone. In any case, Luke slid out of his black sport jacket and tossed it aside. "What are you doing?" I asked warily as he pushed up the sleeves of his dark cotton shirt to reveal strong forearms. "Can't you guess?" He sneered as he strode around the couch toward me. I turned to run for the bedroom but didn't even get a step when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto the couch with him. I was belly down over his knees before I even knew what happened. "You pig, get off of me!" I shrieked as I tried to struggle into a sitting position. The arm he laid across my back could have been a fallen redwood for all the leverage I had. I pounded my right fist against his calf while trying to brace myself on the floor with my left. It was as if he didn't even feel my punches. "If you think beating me will make me change my mind, you've got another thing coming!" I raged. "No, baby, you've got something coming." Smack! Right across my sweetly upturned ass. I gasped from the sheer hot pain of it. "This won't work!!" "Probably not," he agreed, bringing his hand down hard and fast, making stinging contact with my bottom once more. "But it might make me feel better." "I'll sue you! Ah! You bast-Oww! I'll have you arr-OH! Stop! That hurts!" "It's supposed to," he said firmly, smacking my wiggling backside over and over and over. Now I was getting frantic. The pain and burn I was experiencing was going to have me screaming in a second. His hand swooped from nowhere to connect with my squirming bottom yet again with a muffled thwack. "Look," I gasped. "Let's talk. No! Oww! What are you-- DON'T!!" I shrieked as I felt his fingers on the hem of my short skirt. Within nanoseconds he had it tucked up into its own elastic waistband and I almost died right then and there from hot humiliation. There was surprised silence above me and I knew why. I wasn't wearing typical panties, no, on this one horrid day of my life I'd put on a thong. A cute, little, white, cotton thong that tucked its way down between my ass cheeks and slid along my pussy. I loved the feel of them -- but not today. Not when this beastly man was looking down on my bared, normally lily white but now no doubt rosy red bottom cheeks as I puddled into embarrassment over his lap. Never had my butt felt so plump, so vulnerable or so tingly. It was as if I could feel his eyes roaming over my stinging cheeks like a caress. This thought gave me goosebumps all over. I reached back and tried to push my skirt down. That brought him back to life. He caught my wrist and pinned it to the small of my back. "Stop looking at me!" I hollered. There was the briefest hint of good humor in his voice, "That would make spanking you difficult." Luke pulled the top of my thong tighter up the crack of my ass, making the same thin strip of material slip snugly between my pussy lips and press on my clit. Oh god help me, it felt incredible. I clamped my thighs shut and tried to banish the images that were forming in my brain. "I wasn't even going to pull your panties down." His voice was like rough silk as were the fingertips he trailed across the crest of my left buttock. I stopped breathing. "And here it's almost as if you wanted your spanking on the bare." "No!" He gave my ass a hard pinch and was rewarded with another kick and squeal from me. "Are you going to leave Justin alone?" My words tumbled out low and husky and furious. "You Neanderthal, I'll do--" "I thought so." He said with dry amusement and resumed where he'd left off. SMACK! "Ooooooh!" He spanked steadily in a way that set my bottom cheeks to jiggling and kick as I might, I could not wriggle myself out of his grip. I only gave my knees rug burns and set up a staccato rhythm on the floor with my poor bare feet. Even so, as his spanks increased with speed and gravity, so did my dancing toes. "No! Please! " I gulped, trying to get control of the sizzling pain and the sizzling wetness I was experiencing. "It's a little different playing with a man who knows how to handle you isn't it, Ginger?" He punctuated every other word with a slap to my quivering, jiggling bouncing bottom. "I didn't mean for anything to happen -Ah! I just- Oh! Wait! Please, Justin is the only person I know in L.A." "Then meet someone new!" SMACK! "Someone your own age!" HARDER SMACK. "I will. I promise." I choked out. "I PROMISE!! Oh, OHH!" "And maybe you'll think twice next time before you bed a fifteen year old boy!!" "Fifteen?!" I gasped. The shock his words gave me was momentarily forgotten in the volley of weighty smacks Luke rained down on my blazing ass cheeks! "Wait!!! Justin isn't fifteen, he's eighteen!!" I kicked desperately. The spanks stopped. "He's fifteen!" Fifteen?! My mind reeled wildly. Do fifteen year olds come in strapping six foot packages? "Fifteen year olds don't own cars!" I shouted over my shoulder. "No they don't." He agreed angrily. "Which is why my mother got a little upset every time Justin took hers to come see you." His hand rested heavily on my tender buttocks and I squirmed just thinking about it. "But he's in college!" I protested. "He's a sophomore in High School." My mind spun dizzily. I couldn't think with my backside hurting so terribly and my pussy throbbing against his thigh. His left arm lifted but it took me a good moment to realize he was allowing me to push off his lap and slump to the floor beside him. My ass was on fire but then so was the rest of my body. I could have cried over the pain and frustration of it. "Justin lied to me." Was all I could manage and I didn't even get a reply. My breathing was ragged, my breasts were tightened painfully with desire and straining at the thin cotton of my tee-shirt. Luke didn't move and I was too embarrassed to look up at him. Instead I reached back and gently held my sore bottom with both hands. "He doesn't look fifteen." I muttered, ruefully rubbing my tingling flesh. "No, he doesn't." Luke said evenly, then leaned forward and took hold of my upper arm. "But you're going to stop seeing him, right?" "I won't lay a hand on him." I glared meaningfully at the hand with which he was gripping me tightly. He let go. And believe it or not I wished he hadn't. I wished he'd pulled me up on his lap and jammed his fingers down my g-string. I massaged my ass harder, causing more pain rather than soothing it. Stop thinking like this, damn it. Just get him out of here. An image pounced into my mind. Me crawling between Luke's legs and pulling his zipper down with my teeth. I wanted to rub my face into his belly and smell his skin. I wanted to suck places on him that romance novels don't even have euphuisms for. I wanted -- oops, he was saying something, obviously to me and I hadn't even noticed he was talking. "...and eighteen is still too young for you." "Is it?" "Yes." I shot him a glance. "Well, maybe men my age tire out too quickly." "Maybe you're seeing the wrong men." He met my look and held it. I had to get away from him before I did something really stupid like crawl back over his knees. I jumped up and put some distance between us but even that didn't work. My entire body was humming, my ass was blazing, but the worst was the throb between my legs. I wanted to get him out of here now so I could cram my fingers into my panties to take care of it but he was settled back on the couch like he wasn't ever leaving. "Or maybe you really prefer being with someone younger because you have all the power in the relationship." "Maybe you should take your psychoanalyzing self out of here. I already promised no more Justin." He nodded and finally stood, turning toward the door. Smooth, but not smooth enough. "You're hard!" I burst out in wonder. "It happens." He said in a husky tone as he picked up his jacket. A hot rush of emotion flooded my body and the words tripped out before I even knew what I'd said. "I won't have you arrested for assault if you'll let me see." "Let you see?!" I swear his mouth dropped open. It would have been funny if I hadn't been ready to crawl out of my skin. Emotions flitted across his face like trembling stars, shock, pleasure and finally, disapproval. "Jesus, you just spent the last month fucking my kid brother--" "No, only two weeks." He continued through clenched teeth although I noticed his erection wasn't going anywhere. "No. I am not going to touch you, do you understand?" "You already did. Hard touches, very hard touches." "That was different." "Uh huh." I smiled, cocky once again. I wanted this man and I was going to have every big, long, hard inch of him. "You told me to meet someone else. Someone my own age." "Someone who isn't related to Justin." "You didn't say that during the spanking." I pointed out. "Then maybe I didn't spank you long enough." My heart and pussy both thrilled to hear it. "Mm? Wanna try again, Luke? Though I should warn you, this time I won't be so easy to catch." "Oh no?" "No. Cause I won't be wearing any clothes for you to grab." And with that I pulled my shirt over my head with one swift move. No bra, of course. It made a nice effect if Luke's pained expression was anything to go on. "Don't." Was all he got out. "When I said that same word to you... well, tsk, you just kept on going." I turned my back to him and wiggled the skirt down my hips. I heard a soft groan as my ass cheeks came into view. Covered with pink hand prints, no doubt, and as perky and plump as ever. I wondered if the g-string made a nice touch. Then there were footsteps coming toward me -- slowly, as if against his will. I froze with my skirt puddled around my feet and waited, my breasts aching to be fondled, squeezed. He stood just behind me, not touching me yet, but I could feel his warm breath in my hair. I turned then, a small triumphant smile on my lips, ready to be kissed. But that isn't what I got. Oh, no. Instead, Luke nabbed me, bent me forward and tucked me under his left arm! How could I have let this happen? No, he was supposed to kiss me passionat-- whoa! Luke's broad hand swooped down in wide arc and connected with the bottom curve of my ass, pressing my soft cheeks upwards for a split second before they jiggled back to position. I screamed and gripped the back of his leg for balance. Good thing because I would have toppled from his next spank if he hadn't had his left arm wrapped around my middle so tightly. I danced in place, squealing like a little, pink pig. His right hand soared down again, a direct scalding hit, while his left hand grabbed the outside of my g-string, right over my pussy, massaging my mound with incredible expertise. It was all I needed. My entire weight sagged against his thigh and by the next time his right hand caused my red buttocks to flatten and bounce, I was coming like a banshee, digging my nails into the back of his knee, spreading my legs wide so his fingers could jiggle easily across my clit. Luke took the back of my g-string and gave a violent tug, pulling it across my clit and up my ass so tight it kept my wave of orgasm from crashing. I stayed half balanced over his thigh, as the fingers he had pressed to my clit ground in harder, horizontal shimmies, and he traced my slippery crack with his other hand, finally sliding his middle finger into my asshole. I went wild, my entire being convulsing with intense, shooting pleasure. Before I'd even come back to earth, Luke scooped me up, his arms round my waist, crushing me to his chest, kissing me murderously. Oh god, he ground his cock, straining the material of his pants, into my belly . I frenched him back, meeting his ravaging ardour and digging my nails into his shoulder blades. His hands slid over my hips to cup my hot, hot ass roughly. I broke our kiss with squeak. Reaching back I tried to loosen his hold on my sore cheeks but he didn't budge, in fact, he gripped my flesh harder as though continuing the punishment. "I'd have lied about my age too if it was the difference between having you or not." It was a sweet thing to say but right then I wasn't in the mood for sweet. I wanted rough, immediate and penetrating. And I guess he knew it because he had me on my back within seconds, where the itchy rug rubbed my scalded skin. He ripped off my thong, hooked my knees over his shoulders and buried his face into my drenched pussy. I screamed louder then when he'd spanked me, kicking my heels on his back from the heat and pleasure of it. He was probably close to crying too the way I clamped my fingers into his scalp to grind his darling tongue tighter against my clit. My whole body jerked into his mouth as I poured out the come, wretchedly, gloriously. Afterwards Luke suckled his way up my belly to my flushed tits, fastened his mouth on one hard pink nipple and drank like a parched man. I pulled at his clothing, trying to find skin. Finally he knelt back and tossed off his shirt. "Now!" I demanded hoarsely. "I have to have you now!" He gave me an infuriating lazy smile and pulled out his wallet to find a condom tucked into the depths. I sat up to undo his pants like a greedy girl, sliding my hand in to find the goods. Oh yes, his moan was perfect as my fingers circled round his hard cock. He pushed me down again, no longer languorous, and ripped the condom pack open with his teeth. He got that thing on in a split second and scooped up my legs to wrap around his hips. The hard floor made for no resistance when he drove into me. Incredible!! My body opened wide and his weight obliterated me, all except for the sting of my ass. God, it was amazing -- each and every time he thrust, pounded, drove into me; each and every time we did it that night. Draped across the arm of the couch, in the big easy chair, on the back porch bent over the rail in the cool night air... So much for the cliches about tired out men over twenty-nine. Ginger P.S. The "Grab the culprit/Tuck her under your arm/Whack till she dances an Irish jig" was my own father's favorite method in impromptu situations... like in the backyard after I'd squirted him with the hose, at a rest stop beside the highway... Anyway as a position (another one for Dave's manual), it has a special place in my heart.