From: ginger30@aol.com (Ginger30)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking
Subject: The Other Woman
Date: 3 Apr 1995 20:09:20 -0400
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                                       The Other Woman

 I was on top of her when he opened the door.  She was a big, beautiful
girl; exactly how I like 'em, all wild long hair and huge soft tits.  She
brought out the glutton in me.  I wanted to eat every hot, wet inch of
her, run my tongue across her delicately carved ribs and sink my teeth
into a rounded hip.  She should have been named Candy or Cookie or
something else appropriately sweet and stripper-esque.  But her name was
Jane and I'd met her only four days ago -- and what a four days it had
been.  
 After our introduction at a party, we'd taken less than an hour to lock
into a lipstick-smearing, pussy-grinding kiss.  By midnight, we were back
at my place, ripping at each other's clothes and sinking fingers into
luscious, wet, private places.  She was a nasty, passionate girl.  A
female after my own heart.
 Of course, I knew it was just a quickie affair.  My guy would be back in
town on Sunday and my messy, little personal life would have to get
cleaned up before then.  But I been up-front with Jane right from the
start.  Told her there was a man in my life, one I was serious about, one
I was head-over-ass-stupid-in-love with.  She was totally cool about it,
just tipped her head so that a golden curl fell across her cheek and said,
"That's nice, but I still want to fuck you."
 Well now what does a girl say to a line like that?  I know what I finally
came up with.  It wasn't elegant or even clever.  It was, "Okay."  And
things since then have been much better than okay; they've been amazing,
astounding, exhausting!  What a powerhouse lover she turned out to be. 
The kind with a million tricks.  A vibrator tucked into her purse, silk
stockings which doubled as rope and a vocabulary that would make a rock
star blush.  
 Like I said, she's my kind of girl.  The type I might even stay friends
with when the sex spree was over.  The kind I'd love to go shopping with,
or for coffee, or to the gym -- though I might have a self-control problem
in the steam room when she took off her spandex.   Well, not if Sean was
in town.  He kept me so thoroughly satisfied it's impossible to imagine
getting crazy-excited for someone else... not when I'm sexually exhausted.
 But that was the problem this past seven weeks, he hadn't been in town
and my right hand can take me only just so far.
 So now here I was, at three in the afternoon on a Friday, kneeling over a
girl I barely knew.  I was in heaven... at least until the front door
opened.  My head snapped up as he walked in; his arms full of groceries. 
See, I live in a studio.  It's big, it's bright, but unfortunately it's
all one space.  No walls.  So it took no effort on his part to spot us on
the bed.  It was taking much longer, however, for him to register what he
was seeing.  My mind had no such difficulty.  In a microsecond, I absorbed
the fact my man was back in the city, using the key I'd given him and that
my robe was not within reach.  As I scrambled off Jane, Sean got it
figured out.  At least I was pretty sure he had, considering the way he
stared at us; a long, hard, unflinching stare, clearly designed to commit
to memory every small, awful detail of her, the tangled sheets, our
nudity, all of it.  I bounced from the bed, snatched up the robe and made
it half way across the floor.  "Sweetheart, I, I--"  was at an utter loss
for words.
 It didn't seem to matter though, because he wasn't going to stick around
to hear them.  Sean dropped the grocery bags and walked out without a
backward glance.  
 "No, listen--"  I flew after him, not bothering to put on my robe
properly, simply clutching it to my chest in a poor imitation of modesty.
 Damn, the man could move fast.  Obviously he'd punched the elevator
button but decided not to wait for it, since his feet were pounding down
the stairs to my left.  I dashed after him.  "Sean, please wait."
 He didn't.  I had to chase him down four flights and I don't think he was
running.  
 "Sean!"
 "I don't want to hear it, Caro,"  he snarled as he hit the ground floor
and threw open the stairwell door.  If it hadn't been for his moment's
confusion in the hall, I'd have lost him.
 I placed myself between him and the exit but he kept moving forward with
grim determination, forcing me back until the cold glass of the front door
was pressed against my ass.  I dropped the robe and braced myself, hands
outstretched, across the double doors.
 Yeah, I knew I was standing in my lobby stark, stiff-nipple naked but I
didn't give a fuck.  I'd be damned if I was going to let the love of my
life walk out on me over some raucous tumble with a blonde.  Okay, if he'd
been the one doing the tumbling, I would have felt differently, but I've
never been known consistency. 
 "You can't leave like this."
 "Watch me,"  was his furious reply, his gray eyes alight with an
intensity I'd never seen before.  Obviously, the "flight" instinct had
worn off and now "fight" was kicking in -- with a vengeance. 
 "Just give me five minutes,"  I begged. 
 "You don't need five minutes for that old story, Caro.  It takes two at
most."  His irony could have ripped flesh.  "The only thing original is
that you did it with another woman -- and even that isn't new anymore."
 "But that's why Jane doesn't count!  Because she's another woman!"  I
cried in my own defense.
 "Funny, I don't see it that way."  Then his expression darkened, if that
was possible.  "Shit."
 He grabbed me by the upper arms, dragged me away from the front door and
planted me with my back to the wall.  I didn't know what caused this new
burst of emotion until I followed his glare out lobby door and onto a
smirking man on the sidewalk.  
 Embarrassment hit at the same moment Sean lashed, "Jesus, Carolyn, do you
like showing your ass off to all of Chicago?"
 That seemed unfair even by his scale of things.  "You didn't give me time
to dress."
 "Well, put your robe on for christsakes."  He snatched it from the floor
and forced it into my hands.
 "Promise you won't leave,"  I demanded.  
 Before he could answer, the elevator door opened.  Sean reeled around,
shoving me behind him.  I couldn't peer over his shoulders, so I had to
peek around his oversized frame to see Jane stroll into the lobby, fully
dressed.  She paused in front of us.
 "Well, if it's any consolation, Sean," she purred, "The other night when
you called, she stopped mid-orgasm to talk with you.  Kept me waiting an
hour, didn't even glance at me.  I knew then, you were top priority."
 He said nothing, so I guess it wasn't a consolation.
 Jane spoke again, this time to me, "Well, doll, if he walks, I'll take
you in a heartbeat."  And sauntered out the door.
 Before I had time to come up with something appropriate and soothing to
say to the broad, tense back I was facing, Sean turned and asked in a
tight voice, "Was she worth it?"
 "Worth losing you?"  I gasped.  "No!"
  He was gorgeous when he was angry -- eyes gleaming, cheeks flushed --
but I knew better than to say so.
 "Then why'd you do it?"
 "Fun!  You know, as in not serious... meant absolutely nothing."  
 At least he was listening so I kept going, trying to fill up the chasm
between us with words. "Sean, I don't fall in love with women.  I don't
even date them.  I just, well, now and then I see one I want to play
with."  I was very aware that the apricot silk I was clutching to my chest
only covered one breast and my long hair was doing little to hide the
other.  "I don't get what the big deal is anyway.  Most men like the idea
of two women."
 "Maybe if he's there to join in or even watch.  Not when he's 800 miles
away!"
 "Look, when you suggested we go exclusive, well, I agreed to stop seeing
other men, remember?  Men as in men."
  He sucked air like I'd punched him.  "You're justifying this on a 
technicality?"
 "Is it my fault you have a sexist, outdated view of language?"  I
grouched, only to take it back in the same breath.  "No, wait!  I didn't
mean that!"  He looked disgusted enough with me to actually retch.  "I'm
sorry.  I love you."
 "You have a hell of a way of showing it."
 "But Jane had nothing to do with us.  She wasn't about love.  She was
just... a bad idea."
 Instead of answering, he grabbed me by an elbow and propelled me toward
the elevator. 
 "What're you--"
 "Shut up."  He slammed a knuckle into the button.  The elevator opened
instantly and I was thrust inside.   Despite this, I could have sworn he
wasn't as mad as he had been.  As the doors closed on us, he asserted,
"I'm not going to stand in a lobby and discuss this with you when you're
half naked."
 "Will you discuss it with me upstairs half-naked?"
 "You think you can always use your body to get your way, Caro?"
 "Obviously not. I'm not getting my way with you at all right--"  I was
stopped short by his evil glare.  The elevator rose, the numbers flew by,
and I put my robe on in silence while stealing another peek at the
aggravated man beside me.  Damn, I loved him.  "Does this mean you forgive
me?"  I tried in a repentant voice.
 "No." 
 The doors opened and I was pushed down the hall and into my studio, where
Sean threw aside his coat and crossed his arms.  I found I could do
anything but meet his glacial blue gaze.
 "Take it off."  His voice cracked out like a whip.
 "The robe?"  I tried to sound casual.
 He didn't move a muscle, just stood there waiting like he had all the
time in the world.  I pulled the apricot silk tighter around my body,
misguided modesty, because now it modeled my breasts and waist. 
 I was not feeling in control of this situation at all.  "Look before this
gets out of hand, can we--"
 "It already got out of hand."
 "Good point, but what I'm trying to say is--"
 "Carolyn, there are two choices.  You either do what I tell you or I
leave.  What's it going be?"
 "Well, I don't want you to leave."
 "Then do what I tell you."  His voice brooked no more discussion.
 I had never seen him so fierce and it did curious things to my blood --
like warm it up.  In fact, I was growing positively hot under his annoyed
perusal.  What he was planning to do with me, I didn't know, but I was
suddenly ready to find out.  I let the robe slide down my body and crumple
at my feet.
 His eyes traveled over me like a rough caress.  It was exquisite.  So
when he said, "Turn."  I did it, shamed and excited beyond anything I'd
ever experienced. 
 After a long hard silence, he asked, "Where did she touch you?"
 "Huh?"  I peeked back over my shoulder.
 "Face the bed, Caro,"  he snapped.  I turned back to look at the crumpled
sheets.  "Now, tell me where she touched you."
 "Uh... everywhere."
 There was more silence behind me, so I didn't know what he thought of my
answer.  I suppose I could have put it in sexier terms.  Maybe that's what
he wanted.  I just couldn't read this mood of his, but it didn't matter --
my body was positively tropical with desire.  Until, that is, I heard him
pick up his coat from the floor.  I whirled back.
 "What are you doing?"
 "Leaving."  Some answer.
 "But you said if I did what you said--"
 "That I'd forgive you?  No, I didn't say that."  His tone was as brittle
as old leaves.  "You know, when I was in L.A. I thought about you every
day, every fucking hour.  I thought about what it was like to kiss you, to
make love to you.  I thought about what you looked like naked.  I just
wanted to see if my memory was even close.  Goodbye, Carolyn."  And
without putting his coat on, he headed for the door.
 Like in the lobby, I got there first.  "Wait, Sean, gimme a second
chance."  
 He stood before me, not answering but waiting patiently for me to move
aside.  Little did he know, I was feeling so unreasonable I would have
nailed myself to the door right then to keep him from walking out.
 "Okay, look..."  My mind was burning rubber, flying through desperate
ideas to make him stay.  "Will you do one little thing for me?"
 He was beginning to get that supremely pissed look again.
 "Just sit down.  Right there."  I pointed to the center of the bed. 
Maybe not the best location I could have suggested considering the recent
memories he had of it, but I was acting on impulse now.  Nothing was being
processed through the common sense filter first, words went straight from
inception to mouth. 
 He didn't budge.
 "It won't take long, I promise."  I walked past him.  It was a chance I
had to take.  Yes, he could dash out but I was pretty confident I'd
pricked his curiosity.  Besides, what man is going to say "no" to a
farewell blow job, which is where I'm sure he thought I was headed since
they are a minor addiction of mine.
 I didn't see it cause my back was to him, but I could just feel his
shrug.  Next thing I knew, he strolled by me and sat exactly where I'd
indicated, without a single hint of emotion tinging his features.
 "I think," I said while moving slowly toward him, "the reason you won't
give me a second chance is because you don't know how to start over."
 "Or don't want to."  
 "That's your hurt talking."  I stood directly in front of him, looking
down at his dear face, speaking softly but clearly.  "And I do know I hurt
you.  I behaved terribly."  His gaze slid to my breasts which I took as an
encouraging sign.  I pressed on with my plan.  "I want you to punish me
for it.  To spank me.  That way, well, maybe then we could start over."  
 Oh yes, that shocked him.  In fact, it must have taken all his effort to 
keep his mouth from dropping open...  Yeah!  If there'd been any anger
left in him, utter surprise took the wind right out of it!
 I moved to Sean's right side, sank slowly to my knees and laid a hand on
his hard muscled thigh.  I think he stopped breathing.  He certainly
wasn't moving, but then neither was I.
 Come on, boyfriend.  Now's the moment when you're supposed to pull me
into your arms and tell me it's okay, all is forgiven.  Worse case
scenario, he'd stand up and leave me here on the floor, but that was too
awful to even consider.  Let's go, baby, say something.
 "What are you waiting for, Caro?"
 Excuse me?  My eyes flew to his and I realized... he wasn't joking. 
Adrenaline paid a house call to my brain.  I had not thought this little
plan though to all possible conclusions.  Me, actually over his knee was
not where the flow chart was supposed to end.  This was just a desperate
plan by a desperate woman.  It was a symbolic act.  A grand gesture. 
Didn't the oaf know anything about signifiers?
 "I guess you didn't really mean it,"  he said as if my thoughts were on a
loudspeaker.  "Like everything else you ever said."
 "No!  No, no, no, I..."  
 Sean patted his thigh and I flushed hot -- which was weird in itself, I
swear I haven't blushed since High School.  "I..."  I don't know what I
was trying to say but at his raised eyebrow I lost the words.   Great,
somewhere this had become a game of dare and I was losing big time.
 "Okay, let's just get this straight first."  Negotiate for a safe word,
Dummy!  "If I let you spank me, you promise you'll forgive me and we can
try to start over?"
 "Let me spank you?"
 He was missing the point.
 "Baby,"  he said in an infuriatingly arrogant tone, "I could blister your
ass right now whether you decided to let me or not.  Do you understand
that?"
 With one quick glance, I took in his large body and determined face. 
Yeah, fine, I got it.  He didn't need my permission to wrestle me over his
knee.  "Okay, I see what you're saying.  But you didn't answer my
question."  This was my pathetic attempt at rational discussion.
 "No.  I didn't."  His cool gaze was making me squirm now.  "If I give you
a sound, very painful spanking, will I forgive you afterward?  Good
question.  I'm not sure.  I guess that's a chance you're gonna have to
take."
 I didn't like the steely tone of his voice.  I didn't like the firm set
of his jaw.  And I definitely did not like this tight little corner into
which I'd somehow, somewhere, very stupidly boxed myself.  And I used to
think of myself as a smart girl!  What the hell had been wrong with the
blow job idea anyway??
 "You didn't mean it, did you , Caro?"
 "No, I meant it--"  I said quickly, "I just... Did you say very painful? 
Cause like I was thinking along the lines of a few playfully-delivered
paddywhacks."
 "I'm sure you were."  He leaned forward, forearms braced across his legs,
his eyes level with mine.  I wanted to kiss that full, mushy mouth, but he
spoke again before I could act on the impulse.  "This was your idea, not
mine.  And you said a spanking, which if my childhood memory serves me, is
supposed to hurt.  Now either you meant it or you didn't.  Which is it,
Carolyn?"
 Well, this was not working out the way I wanted at all.  I was going to
end up in an ungraceful, immensely uncomfortable position and worst of
all, I had no guarantee it would fix anything.  Where were my options? 
Not present in this situation, that was for fuck sure.  So, without
another word, I laid myself belly down across Sean's lap and scrunched my
eyes shut.
 "I changed my mind."  Came the quiet voice from above me.   The reprieve
I was waiting for!  Yes!  I was up again in a flash but before I could
stand, Sean nabbed me by the wrist.  "Get me your hairbrush,"  he added.
 What?!  My expression must have echoed my thoughts because he repeated
himself slowly, as if speaking to an idiot.
 "Get your hairbrush out of the bathroom and bring it here."
 "You're gonna spank me with my hairbrush?"  No, dummy, he's going to fry
eggs with it.
 "That's what your father used on you when you were a little girl, right?"
 Fuck him and fuck his excellent memory.  Yeah, my father applied that
sucker to my butt and though it's been almost fifteen years since, I
clearly remember not liking it one itty bit!
 "Caro, do as I say or I'm leaving."
 He'd used that approach with me too many times today and I was within an
inch of telling him so.  But as I stared into his beloved face, the
impulse evaporated.  There was not a thing I wouldn't do for this blasted
man.  Well, except give up girls... but that was about to change too.
 I sighed loudly as I retrieved the brush and handed it to him.  My color
was in full bloom and spreading when he motioned over his lap.  Okay,
okay, I can do this.  I shut off my brain and put myself once again in the
most humiliating position imaginable.  I was OTK in a big way: breasts
swinging freely, nose nearly touching the floor, ass tipped to the sky.  I
was not going to think about what was happening!  Then I noticed...
nothing was happening.  
 Just as I unclenched my eyes, Sean's body quaked suspiciously.  "You're
laughing," I yelped with realization, struggling to sit up, but he laid
his left arm across my back, effectively pinning me into position.
 "Don't move." 
 "But you're not mad anymore."
 "No," he agreed.  "But I still like this idea."  And with that he stroked
the soft bristles of the hairbrush across my naked flank and down my
thigh.
 "Sean," I moaned, lifting my hips to meet his caress in the most
shameless manner.  I tried to push herself from his lap again.  "Let me
up."
 "No, baby, not yet."  He flipped the brush over and rubbed the polished
wood across my skin.  "You earned this."  And with that, the brush lifted
quickly and landed on my ass with a thundering CRACK.  I gasped more from
surprise than pain.  The first time, that is.  Then, before my command of
language returned, he did it again!
 "OW!"
 "Are you ready to be exclusive?"  he asked, punctuating the question with
yet another hard THWACK.
 "Shit, that hurts!"  I squealed.
 "You didn't answer the question."  The back of the brush was even harsher
than his tone. 
 "STOP!  Yes, OW!   Yes, I want to be exclus- AUH!   Sean, LEMME UP!"  I
was whining, I knew it, but this spanking was already worse than any
stored away in my memory banks!
 "Exclusive means no other partners, Caro," Sean shouted between more
horrendously burning cracks to my now frantically squirming bottom.  "Not
unless we talk about it first.  Understand?"
 "YES!  I UNDERSTAND!" I cried, "OH! I won't-  OWW!  STOOOP!"  
 "And the next time I go away--"
 "Sean- OW!  NO MORE!"
 At that I got a slap harder than the rest. 
 "Don't interrupt me,"  he commanded.  That last smack told me, he wasn't
spanking near as soundly as he could, so I decided to shut up and take it.
 As if that was possible.  
 "If you want to bed another woman... we talk about it!"  The more that
damned hairbrush descended, the more my resolve of bravery weakened.  I
was kicking again within seconds, underscoring Sean's well punctuated
lecture with piteous and pained wails of desperation.
 "Oh, oh, oh, Sean I won't ever, OWW!  I won't--  AH!  I'M SOOORRY!"
 That's when he began the awful crescendo.  He stopped scolding and let
the hairbrush drive his point home into my burning hind quarters.  He was
getting in good coverage too!  From the dimples at the base of my spine to
half way down my thighs.  My ass jiggled and throbbed with every
loose-handed crack of his brush.  And I was screaming loud enough that
some goddamned neighbor should have banged on my door and come to my
rescue.  None did.  I had to suffer through this excruciating little
episode until, finally, Sean dropped the instrument of torture to the
floor and kept me pressed in position.  
 "Are you going to forget any of those promises?"
 "NO!"  I couldn't answer fast enough, despite my tears.
 He helped me to my knees.  "I barely even tapped you,"  he scoffed as he
pushed my hair out of eyes.  I punched him in the chest.
 "Lemme go!"  I tried to stand and wipe my face at the same time.  Sean
held me by the upper arms and angled in for a kiss, but I was having none
of it.  "You just spanked me!" 
 "You asked for it, remember?"  he rejoined as he pulled me between his
thighs.  I tried to slap his hands away.
 "You didn't have to go through with it!"  My voice still had that
raspy-still-crying sound. 
 "And miss a chance like that?" Sean laughed as he nuzzled my throat.  
 I didn't want to, but I was becoming aware of the intense sensations
going on between my legs and since I was trapped between his knees, I
really had no place to put my hands but on his cock.  Oh yes, it was hard,
bursting-right-through-his-jeans hard.   I met his kiss with a need that
could have burned off his lips, all while tugging down his zipper and
fumbling for the goods.  Once I maneuvered his cock free of his jeans, I
rubbed my wet pussy curls against the head and thrilled to hear him moan.
 "Lie back,"  I commanded while pulling off his shoes.  With a lusty grin,
he settled back on the bed.  I grabbed the bottom of each pant leg and
pulled, ripping his jeans right off his body before I climbed on board.  
 He was content to hold me by the ass cheeks and let me do the work.  I
dangled my tits over his mouth so that he could chew, suck and tease my
button hard nipples while I massaged his cock against my inner thighs. 
But that only lasted just so long; I needed to come and come hard.  I sat
up straight, still straddling Sean's hips, and pressed the head of his
cock into my clit, circling it round and round while grinding my body
downwards.  
 Oh God, yes!  That's all it took!!
 I picked up the speed, jiggling his pee-hole across my nubbin to an
electric beat while I arched my head back and let my cries soar to the
sky.  As the aftershocks took over my system, I slammed my pussy down onto
his cock like I was skipping rope.  With a noise that was somewhere
between a grunt and a growl, Sean bucked upwards to meet me while digging
his fingers into my seared flesh.  I was close to sobbing again as I
returned the favor by reaching under him and sinking my nails into his
pitching cheeks, pulling him into me, drilling for oil.   
 His yells matched my own and he rolled me over to finish us off.  The
weight of our bodies beat my sore butt down into the bed, but I didn't
care.  I hadn't been so thoroughly fucked in a long, long while.  The
mattress was banging against the wall, the dishes were rattling, as were
my teeth, and the sweat was flying.  In that instant I was reminded why I
always come back to men in the end, him in particular.  Girls whet my
appetite but being pounded to a pulp is how I get my satisfaction.