From: ginger30@aol.com (Ginger30)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking
Subject: The Fetish
Date: 27 Mar 1995 06:10:53 -0500
Message-ID: <3l66ft$f00@newsbf02.news.aol.com>


It's short, it's nasty, but I thought I'd share it.  I think you'll see
why.


                                                The Fetish

When he banged on the door, I was still online.  It was my way of getting
ready for him.  Some girls slip into something comfortable; me, I read
porn off Internet newsgroups.  It gets me insatiable faster than you can
gurgle "addict!"  Of course, I was wearing something comfortable too. 
Nothing flashy, I mean, we'd had at least five dates already.  No, I just
snuggled into a pair of tight grey leggings and a tiny fuzzy, black
cardigan -- the kind that is reminiscent of fifties' bad girls.  And the
way I was wearing it was designed to further that impression... tucked up
and knotted below my breasts.  Nothing underneath, no blouse, no bra, just
sweet white skin and moderate cleavage.  I thought I looked pretty cute,
red toenails and all.  "Easily stripped" was the concept I was after.  And
I guess it worked, cause when I opened the door, David had me scooped up
in a crunch of a kiss instantly, hands down my tights, pussy to groin,
tongue to tongue.  Yeah, I'd found a good one.
 
 "You like unsalted, right?"  he asked producing a bag of my beloved
pistachios from his pocket.

 Nodding enthusiastically, I dragged him into my apartment.  "Did you
bring condoms?"  You bet I got my priorities straight.

 "What a romantic you are,"  he scoffed before sliding a hand under my
long hair and tipping up my face for another smooch.

 I broke the connection.  "Well, did you?"

 "Yes."

 Good.  I was not going to go back to heavy petting just because I forgot
to add rubbers to my grocery list.  Now I wrapped my arms around his hips
and cupped his sweet ass.  "Okay, that was naggy, I know--"  I offered as
a wet-lipped apology. "But I won't be denied what I want."

 He gave me such a cool appraising look, a thrill shot into my belly.  "I
think what you want and what you need are two different things."

 His tone was low and steady and not quite as playful as it should have
been considering his words.  Probably because of that stern quality, not
despite it, I wanted to take a bite outta him.   Firm, for-your-own-good
warnings have a tendency to resonate deep in my pussy. 
 
 Yeah, I'm spankophile from way back but I don't admit to it.  Why give a
guy that much power over me?  Not my game.  Hell, I was already doing back
flips for David every time he dropped one of those tough-daddy lines...
so, was I gonna tell him how to make me crazier?  Hardly.
  
 What all this did, however, was make me remember that I was still logged
onto my computer... onto alt.sex.spanking, no less.  I disentangled myself
fast.  "Gotta turn off my Mac."

 He tossed his coat aside and followed me down the hall.  "Show me the
Internet first."

 I sped up.  "Not now.  I don't want to talk geek stuff now."  In a
heartbeat's time, I dropped into my chair, grabbed my mouse and closed the
spanking post I'd been reading.  I was able to slam two more windows shut
before he leaned over my shoulder.  Safe!  My computer was innocently
plastered with "Welcome to AOL."  You know, the screen that offers you
Time magazine and announces you have mail.  "Lemme show you all this
later."  I cooed as I popped that sucker shut too.

 Behind me, David watched my fevered movements in silence, suspicious
silence; so, I decided to direct his attention elsewhere.

 "See this symbol of a manilla folder?  That's my whole life.  That's the
book I'm working on."

 Instead if asking me to open it like I'd hoped he do, David pointed to a
different file on the screen, one with a very telling label.  "You write
erotica?"  His irony was a thing felt as well as heard.  "Now, why doesn't
that surprise me?"

 I shut off the computer (that lead held no appeal) and ignored his
disappointed noise. 
 
 "You're not going to show me any of it?" 

 No, darling, I don't usually hand out road maps of my libido.  Aloud, I
said, "You'd be bored."

 He snorted in disbelief. 

 "Look,"  I tried explaining, "my erotica is relentlessly one note.  It
wouldn't interest you."

 "You don't know that for sure."

 He was being difficult, that much I knew for sure.  "David.  I am not
going to show my stories and that's that." 
 
 Not one to give up easily, the big jerk moved around to lean against my
desk... to look at me directly.  "Tell me why not."

 "They're too intimate."
  
 My exasperation was hitting high gear and I think he was feeling a little
of it himself when he asked, "You'll have sex with me... but letting me
read something you've written about it, is too intimate?" 
 
 "They're my fantasies." 

 "And fantasies are more personal than love making?"

 "Yes.  To me."  I tried to rise, but he'd hooked his foot under the leg
of my chair so I couldn't pull away from the desk.

 "Why?" 

 If he didn't drop that oh-so reasonable inquisitive tone, I was going to
sock him.

 "They are fetishistic, okay?  Happy?"  I jerked out of my chair and
stalked out of the bedroom but not before I caught a glimpse of his
surprised grin.

 "Which fetish?"  he called.

 Once in the other room, I plucked up an empty bowl, determined to sooth
my self with his nuts -- pistachios, that is.  I assumed he would know not
further aggrieve his evening's sure-thing play-partner, but when David
paced into the room, I realized I was wrong.  Plus, something had changed;
his expression was now chilly, his body, tense.

 "I told you one of my fantasies the other night." 
 
 Of course, he would remember that.  Great, this evening was taking a nose
dive to hell.  Okay, what's it going to be?  How to handle a large
suddenly-sullen man?  Sweet or flip?  "Most guys wanna watch two women
together.  It was no big revelation, doll."  Flip won.

 He was not amused.  No, in fact, his usually tender mouth was pulled into
a tight, distinctly unhappy line.  "You promised to tell me one of yours
in exchange, remember?"
 
 "We never got around to it."  I explained with a very contrived shrug.

 "Why not?"
 
 I cracked a nut, tossed the shell in the bowl and scrambled for an
answer.  In the end, I opted for honesty.  "I distracted you with a blow
job."  Maybe the truth wasn't my best bet.

 There was a heavy silence behind me.  I'm sure he was mentally recreating
Saturday night's events: the margaritas, my teasing interrogation, my
sure-fire hedge--  "Very clever." His voice was just over my left
shoulder.   "A trick you pull on all your men?"

 "No."  I dropped the nuts and turned, kneeling on the couch to face him. 
"Don't be mad.  I just have problems sharing."

 "Then you shouldn't have asked about my fantasies." 
  
 "You didn't have to tell me."  I pointed out defensively while leaning
over the back of the couch in an attempt to grab him by the shirt and pull
him closer.  He wasn't budging.

 "We made a deal."   He crossed his arms over his chest and looked
adorably pissed.

 "Davey, don't go angry on me."  Flip hadn't worked, so it was time to
pull out sweet.  "If one blow job didn't make up for it, I'll throw in a
couple more."  

 "No deal, Anne."  He cupped me under the chin.  "You owe me one fantasy,
so you better start talking.  Now."

 I traced a tongue across dry lips.  "Okay."  The plan formulated
itself... and he nipped it in the bud.
  
 "No.  Not just any fantasy, one of yours.  And since you're not
trustworthy--"

 "Not true!"

 He continued as though I hadn't interrupted.  "--you're gonna have to
print it out of your computer.  That way,  I'll know it's the genuine
article."
 He was copping tough and a small part of me loved it, especially since he
had the face for it: a rock hard jaw, an unwavering gaze and a nose that
looked like it'd been broken at least once.

 I squelched my admiring thoughts and jerked my chin from his fingertips. 
"Not going to happen, fella.  Deal or no deal. So get over it."
 
 I think he expected this kind of answer, because he didn't look any too
surprised.  He just leveled me with a cool smirk and said, "Darlin', If
you don't tell me one of your fantasies right now, I'll enact one of
mine."

 That put a wrinkle of confusion on my brow.  "What?"

 "Either you share or I'm going to take you over my knee and paddle your
gorgeous ass.  Now do you get it?"
 
 Earth could have stopped short, the stars collided and I wouldn't have
noticed, I was just that shocked.  "Th-that's one of your fantasies?"  I
squeaked.

 "Yes,"  he said with an absolutely wicked amusement.  "So, don't even
think for one second I won't do it."

 And I didn't.  It was much too clear to me, not only would he do it, he'd
like it!  Now, as much as I might enjoy reading and writing about
spankings I was definitely not going to put myself into that kind of
self-control losing scenario.

 "Sorry, I don't want to play."  Flip was back.

 "Too late.  You started it last Saturday night."

 "Fuck you, "  I purred as as scooped up the bowl and headed for the
kitchen, intending to walk away from both him and his absurd threats.

 He leaned back against the couch like he didn't have a care in the world.
 "Baby, you don't wanna do that," he warned softly.

 I lost my temper then.  "I said I'm not into this scene!"

 He was unperturbed by my outburst.  "I'm going to count to three."  I
ignored him as I dumped the shells into the trash and slammed the bowl on
the counter.  "One."  Did I doubt for one second he would carry out his
threat?  No, I did not, therefore, I'd better think of something fast.
 "Two."
 Nothing was coming to mind, so self-preservation of a new kind took over.
 As he began to voice, "Three," I took off at top speed for the back room.
 I didn't even make it to the hall.  He grabbed me round the waist and
hoisted me, kicking and hollering, up into his arms and carried me into my
bedroom.  It was anything but romantic.

 David dumped me in front of my computer, just behind the chair.  "Turn it
on." 

 "Go to hell."  Was my response.  Not a smart one.  He lifted me by the
waist and tipped me over the back of my cushy desk chair before I even
realized his intention.  I slammed my hands onto the padded seat to brace
myself.  The big bully had one oversized palm pressed to my back, so
straightening up was out of the question.  I could have howled in
frustration... and did, while landing him one good backward kick to the
shin.  My heel must have made an impression cause it earned me my fist
swat.

 "OW!  David, that isn't funny!"

 "Neither are your manipulation games, Anne."  He rubbed my rear end
meaningfully as I struggled like a hooked flounder.  "Now, you can turn
your computer on from that position, yes?"

 "Look you ninja-macho-jerk-off, I'm not-  OW!"  Swat number two was
delivered with resounding efficiency.  "That hurts!!"

 He laughed, I swear.  The creep!

 "It's gonna get worse, Annie, unless you start paying attention."

 How was I supposed to do that when he kept massaging my tingling rear?

 "Now,"  he continued in a practical tone.  "I'm going to keep spanking. 
If and when you want it to stop, you turn on that computer and start
reading aloud."

 "And what if I choose none of the above?!"  Now I was writhing furiously,
as was my temper.

 "Are you sure you don't like this?"  he mused with real butch humor. 
Again, I threw a heel backward but only grazed his leg.  "That just earned
you a bare ass, sweetheart." 

 "Noo!"  Now my kicks were rapid fire, but they did no good as he stepped
to one side, tucked his fingers into the waistband of my leggings and
yanked them down.  I wasn't wearing any panties and I could have died as
my buttocks, ripe and ready, came into view.

   "You have a beautiful ass, dear." 

 Really, his compliment should not have made me one iota happier.  It
really shouldn't.  But already I was getting that zooma-zoom-zoom buzz in
my belly and my nipples were thickening to sugarplum points.  I struggled
harder.  I don't know if it was against him or my own careening senses,
but I wasn't going to go down without a fight.

 "David," my voice was raspy and furious, "if you spank me, I swear I'll
never see to you again.  Do you underst-- AUHH!"  His broad palm struck
the bottom of my bottom, nipping the tips of pussy lips in the process. 
Yow!  Guess who closed her legs tightly instantly. 

 "You wanted to know what my fantasies were,"  he reminded me with
pleasure as his hand swooped down again.  I felt my buttocks lift in his
palm only to jiggle back into place an instant later.

 "THIS ISN'T FUNNY!" 

 "No."  Was his calm reply.  "It's great."  And with that he crumpled the
back of my cardigan in his fist and began spanking with resolve.
  
 This was no game!  This was no play scene.  This stupid man was
delivering a blistering smacking to my unprotected ass and I was
discovering there is a humongous difference between fantasy and reality! 
I was no longer concerned with the humiliating position I was in; I was
concerned with the pain!  As David's open palm connected with my jumpin'
butt again and again, back and forth, I shrieked like an outraged
fishwife!  But that didn't stop him.  His slaps increased in quantity,
speed and gravity.  I threw my weight to the left and reached back with my
right hand to cover my 120 degree in the sun skin.  David caught my wrist
easily and pulled it up high on my back and out of the way of his
descending palm.

 "DAVID!  STOP!  STOP RIGHT NOW!  DO YOU HEAR ME!"  Where I got the breath
to get out that many words, I don't know because his smacks were landing
across my bottom with such force, my body rocked forward on every impact. 
My whole rear end was in motion, as were my hips, my legs, my tits. 
Everything was wiggling ferociously and I was singing along to the beat, a
high pitched angry wail of a song.

 Despite all of this, never once did I consider turning on the computer to
get out of this scene.  It wouldn't have worked.  Reading one of my
fantasies would have simply encouraged the brute to continue.  Every
single one of my erotic stories revolved around spanking in some form. 
But now I knew I had some serious rewriting to do.  Until this moment, I
had had no idea just how devastatingly painful a spanking was.

 "Jesus, baby, you don't know how I dreamed of this,"  David growled
lustily in between slaps.  "You've got an ass made for smacking."

 I suppose he was referring my well rounded proportions back there. 
Something I usually take pride in.  However, at this moment I was very
sorry there was so much bounce to my flesh.  Every time his palm bit into
my skin, I felt it reverberate like a tuning rod, right through to my
pussy.  And when he slowed it down and each spank was accompanied by a
rough little massage, it seemed to make the burn go deeper.  I was crying
by then.  My long hair stuck to my cheeks like a thick silk curtain. 
 
 Then, as suddenly as his spanking started, it stopped.  David stepped
behind me and took my cheeks in both hands.  Yeesh!  That was almost as
bad as the open handed smacking! 
 
 He bent forward and, with a sigh, buried his face in my shake-and-baked
ass, running his soft mouth down the crease, until he pulled my cheeks
apart and pressed a wet kiss right on my rosy bumhole.  I squirmed, crying
out for him to stop, but he wasn't listening to me now any more than he
had during the spanking.  As if to prove it, he deepened the kiss, then
slid his tongue lower to tantalize my pussy.  I tried grinding my mound
into the edge of the chair, but it didn't work.  I couldn't get the
friction going that I need to bring myself off.

 I struggled to stand then, harder than I had before -- my throbbing clit
being a more kick ass motivater than even pain.  David stood up and shoved
me back over the chair.  He reached over me to pick up the hand lotion I
kept next to the computer.  With one palm pressed between my shoulder
blades, he popped the top of the lotion and squeezed it across my scalded
flesh.  He slid a knee between my legs, forcing them to open wider as he
rubbed the soothing cream in with hot little massage circles, finally
sliding his lubed hands down my crack.  I realized what he was about when
he pushed a well greased finger into my asshole.  Sure enough, as soon as
he got his pants unzipped, his cock was quick to follow that one nasty
finger.

 "SLOW!"  I directed over my shoulder as he eased himself inside of me. 
I'm not big into this kind of fucking, but I was feeling wild enough,
ready enough, to get banged in any orifice he desired.  It was
unbelievably good as he pressed the length of his cock into me.  I arched
my back and lifted my hips to help him get better leverage.  "Oh, god,
darlin', fuck me!"  I moaned once he was buried in my ass to the hilt. 
And he did.  Slowly, so as not to hurt me.  He guided his cock in and out,
smearing the lubrication and moaning loudly with his every stroke.  His
balls slapped against my heated pussy as he picked up speed and when he
started in on the really guttural noises, I commanded, "Not yet.  Don't
come yet!" 
 
 Wiggling backward, I pinned myself further onto his rhythm stick, tucked
my hand under my hips where I could grab a handful of my mound and squeeze
till my clit was nearly popping for attention.

 I traced three fingers across the only part of me that mattered in that
instant and came like an explosion, shuddering and gasping with each wave
of pleasure.  In some small recess of my brain I knew David had pulled out
and was jerking hot come on my cherry red cheeks.  His cries drowned out
my own.  It was enough to make me want to start all over again before I'd
even caught my breath.  It was enough to make me want to throw all pride
aside and read him one of my stories on the chance we could enact this
whole scene again before midnight.  I wasn't sure my ass could take more
attention, but I intended to find out!