From: sfpo8@aol.com (SFPo8)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking
Subject: A Serious Discussion 
Date: 28 Jan 1995 15:47:44 -0500

Although my own favorite fantasies involve children, and although I derive
much pleasure from reeling off minor verses, I note than many readers
prefer adult spanking stories, so I venture  to try my hand here (yes,
there also) at creating something in that genre.  Critiques appreciated.


A Serious Discussion

The exciting part was using the code when others were around.

The code was, "We have to have a serious discussion about this later."

Gerry and Pam had evolved the code not too long after they had added
spanking to their sexual repertoire, when they were still only living
together. It had been after a little more than a month of dating, and a
lot of serious making-out but no intercourse, when Pam had first hinted of
her interest in spanking.  "I sometimes think of myself as a naughty
girl," she had ventured, and felt her heart pound when Gerry had picked up
the hint and responded, "Well, what do you think naughty girls deserve?" 
The signals, previously muted, were now in the open, and in a few minutes
the "naughty girl" was lying bare-bottomed across Gerry's lap, getting her
first spanking since, ten years before, her mother had paddled her for
talking back.  It was only a few minutes later that  Pam, standing and
rubbing her reddened behind, noted the obvious evidence of Gerry's
excitement, knelt before him, and drew down the zipper of his trousers to
make him available to her hand, her lips, and, for the first time with
him, her intimate wetness.

The next month was one of exploration and role playing, seeking the right
balance between playfulness and actual punishment.  Gerry and Pam were now
contemplating marriage, and this involved quite a bit of important
discussion of the roles of men and women, whether one partner should ever
be dominant, and in what circumstances this was acceptable, and how 
disputes between them might best be settled.  Over the course of a great
deal of experimentation, both Pam and Gerry discovered that, in addition
to the erotic effect which spanking had for them both, it could be used,
and pleasantly so, to resolve differences between them.  When one of them 
inadvertently wounded the other's feelings or trespassed in some way, a
quick baring of the buttocks and sound spanking of the offender always was
enough to bring about forgiveness, usually followed by a celebratory
sexual escapade.

So, for example, when Gerry found the bathroom strewn with underwear Pam
had carelessly dropped there when leaving for work hastily one morning, he
simply collected it in a pile in the middle of the living room floor and
waited for her, seated on the couch, when she returned in the evening.  As
soon as she entered the apartment, she knew what was in his mind, for they
had discussed her messiness in their shared areas before.  Gerry pointed
to the underwear, and to his lap, and Pam silently walked over to him and
draped herself across his knees.  Gerry briskly raised her dress, slid her
panties to her ankles, and applied a six solid smacks to her backside.  

"You know what this spanking is for, don't you?" he asked.

"Yes, I do," Pam answered.  "You warned me I would get a spanking if I
left the bathroom messy for you. Go ahead.... I am ready."  And Gerry
obliged with another dozen handspanks to Pam's cute bottom cheeks,
followed with a soothing caress to each reddened globe, followed by an
even more intimate caress as his fingers spread those cheeks and glided
between her legs to separate the vaginal lips and begin a massage of the
clitoral mound which soon had Pam breathing deeply, face flushed, as a
wave of ecstasy flung her body off his lap, and onto the floor, where, in
a few seconds, Gerry, his own trousers hastily lowered,  entered her
greedily and brought them both to climax.

It was less than a week later when Gerry returned home to find Pam seated
on the couch, in the same place he had occupied, a look on her face which
suggested that the tables had turned.  She rose, took him by the upper
arm, led him to the same bathroom, and pointed to the stubble-filled sink
which he had failed to rinse that morning, then to the toothpaste blobs on
the edge of the sink, and the wet towel crumpled in the corner.  Gerry
knew his turn had come, but he felt a tightness in his stomach as Pam
collected the wooden hairbrush from the bathroom shelf before leading him
back to the living room.  There, she told him to remain standing, while
she slowly and deliberately unfastened his belt and drew down the zipper
of his trousers so that they puddled at his feet.  Even more deliberately
she slid her fingers into the top of his shorts and pulled them to his
ankles, staring quite deliberately at his erection, just beginning to
appear.  

"Hmm," she said. "I will have to take care of this later.  But first I
have to give a very naughty boy the spanking he deserves." And in one
motion she sat down and pulled him across her knees, steadying him with
her left hand in  the middle of his back.  Instantly her right hand came
down sharply on his naked backside, and then the spanking began in
earnest, a dozen, and then another dozen smacks ringing out before she
paused.  Gerry held his breath.  He sensed what was coming next.

"I'm not a strong as you, Gerry," Pan observed. "That spanking hardly got
your attention, although I can see it did have a nice effect on your
bottom.  But now I'm going to use the hairbrush, and I think you will
notice this part of the spanking, and remember it, very easily." And with
that she applied the flat side of the wooden oval brush to his right cheek
with a sharp SMACK!  that caused Gerry to jump on her lap like a fish
pulled from the water. 

"OWW!" he shouted in surprise.

"'Oww', indeed," chuckled Pam.  "There's going to be a lot more 'Oww"
before I am through!" As, indeed, there were - five  "OWWW"s, four "OHH"s,
six "OUCH"s, and one prolonged OOHHHHH! as the last stroke of the
hairbrush landed right across the crack of Gerry's backside, carefully
applied by Pam at an upward angle to catch the little curve of his now
tender and bright red bottom.

But the OHHHHH was followed, not long thereafter by an AHHHHHHH! as Pam,
first massaging the sore buttocks, soon let her fingers find the scrotal
sack and lightly touch it, then turn Gerry on her lap so that his now
fully erect cock was staring, as it were, straight at her, begging to be
taken, as it was, in her lips and licked and teased and finally smoothly
enveloped until his AHHHHHH was accompanied by a flow which Pam
acknowledged by her own UMMMMMM!

Pam and Gerry's friends knew nothing of any of this, of course, and since
neither of them had any reason to believe that their friends shared their
proclivity for bottom-warming, followed by whatever sexual opportunities
came to hand, or mouth, or other aperture, they kept their activities
entirely to themselves.  Still, there were times when, in company,
disagreements arose between them.  And so they agreed upon the code words:
 "We have to have a serious discussion about this later." The serious
discussion always took place while one of them was across the lap of the
other, bare bottom presented for chastisement.  The discussion was always
a heated one, and it was always followed by other heated activities.  

It became, at times, a problem.  For example, one night as dinner at a
restaurant with four friends was ending with dessert, a conversation over
who had eaten what and how the check should be divided pushed Gerry to
say, "Well, Pam, you didn't even touch most of your meal, so I guess I
have to pay for your share, but you really shouldn't have ordered it in
the first place."

Pam gave Gerry a quiet stare to let him know that she was embarrassed, and
not happy about being put in that position.  "Gerry," she said, I think
this calls for a serious discussion later."

Gerry immediately knew that she was right, that he deserved the spanking
which had just secretly been promised, and that when Pam felt humiliated,
the spanking would not be a gentle one.  A small paddle, purchased for
just such occasions, would be the instrument of choice tonight, and Gerry
had a quick vision of how he would be soon lying over Pam's lap with that
paddle thoroughly burning his behind.  Unfortunately, that vision came at
just the wrong moment,  for now everyone was getting up to leave, and
Gerry was in an all too familar state which would become quite evident to
his friends if he stood.  

"Let's talk about it later, Pam," he said, trying to catch her eye.  "You
folks go on; we just have to talk a little ... you know."

Pam didn't get it.  "We will have the discussion at home.  A lengthy
discussion, too. It's late. Come on."  

"I, uh, see....Pam, could you just wait a second?  ...I think I ...uh...
would you folks PLEASE excuse us?" Gerry begged.

Fortunately, their friends sensed it was better to leave at this point,
and Gerry was quickly able to tell the now irate Pam what his problem was.
 It caused her a good laugh, then, and later.  It did not in any way abate
the very sound spanking which she gave to Gerry, nor the glee with which
she made him stand in the corner, exhibiting the results of her effective
efforts --- a completely red bottom, not bruised, but swollen from the
paddle's sting, before allowing him to turn, so that kneeling before him,
she could minister to him with her mouth before sliding to the floor and
separating the lips of her vagina with her fingers to guide him inside.

The tables were turned later in the spring when Pam and Gerry had a tennis
date with two friends at their weekend home.  It was an unusually warm day
in late April, and Pam had on the lightest of white cotton tennis outfits,
as they sat, after a doubles match, sweating lightly from their exertions,
sipping wine.  The match just completed was being re-played verbally.  

"Gerry,  you know, you really have to work on that serve.  We lost too
many points today from your double-faulting."

"well, I'm sorry, but, you know, I do have trouble serving, and it's just
a friendly game.  I guess you'll have to learn to live with my weak
serve."

"No, really, Gerry it's worse than weak.  It's pitiful.  You just have to
do something about it." 

"Pam, I think that's enough. Let's not criticize each other - neither of
us is perfect.  It's supposed to be fun."

Perhaps it was the heat, or the wine, or the combination of both, which
kept Pam from catching  the signal. "Gerry, don't be a wuss.  Your serve
is just ---shitty.  You serve like a pussy . . . face it . . . a pussy.
Honey, what . . . what's the matter?"

"I think we need to have a serious discussion about this later.  In fact,
I think we need two or three discussions about this . . . hard,
thoughtful, and possibly rather heated discussions. Right, Pam?"

Pam suddenly realized how far she had gone, and what the consequences
would be.  She saw herself that afternoon, back at home, her first
spanking, by hand, well under way.  She saw herself, bottom already  well
spanked,  awaiting with nervous anticipation a second trip across Gerry's
lap for application of a ruler to her already sore backside.  She saw the
likelihood of a nervous, tense dinner hour, fidgeting from the discomfort
of sitting at the table, awaiting the final spanking of the day, this time
with the hairbrush, or the paddle, or possibly even the long-handled bath
brush which had often been threatened but never yet applied to her behind.
 She knew she deserved what was going to come.  She knew it would
eventually reduce her to tearful pleading and remorse, struggling to stay
under control across Gerry's knees as her bottom became  inflamed from his
energetic application of well-earned punishment.  And she knew that, in
spite of the humiliation she would undergo from the spankings which were
in store, she would later find that the resulting warmth and tingle would
drive her to new heights of passionate fucking which would fill her whole
body with orgasmic pulsing.

And then she looked down and noticed that her tennis shorts had were
beginning to show a circle of moisture at the crotch, the source of which
was unmistakable.

Crossing her legs, clutching a napkin to cover her pubic area, and leaning
forward, Pam wondered how she would ever make her exit.  The flow of
juices from her pussy would be all too evident whenever she had to stand
up.  It would look as if she had wet her pants --- as, indeed, she had. 
Which is why, a few minutes later, she inexplicably spilled her newly
refreshed glass of wine all over herself and had to make a hasty departure
for home "to get changed."  Of course, she did change out of the tennis
clothes, but, as she had expected, it was some time before she changed
into anything else, and in the meantime the spanking she experienced, and
the subsequent passionate intercourse, were as painful and as ecstatic as
she had expected.

It is still exciting for Pam and Gerry to use the code words when others
are around.  These days, the only words necessary are "a serious
discussion." Now the most exciting part is trying to hide from otheres
present the erection and the vaginal juices which are always occasioned by
this promised prospect of a well-deserved spanking,  followed by
inevitable penetration, friction, and blissful release.