Subject: Story: Lee
From: "The Sparkster" <sparks@nwlink.com>
Date: Sat, 20 Nov 1999 17:23:27 -0800
Lee called on a Saturday afternoon, sounding dejected, and asking if I wanted to share a couple of beers. He’s recently divorced, from a bad marriage, and has always had a bad crush on me. We’ve flirted off and on, usually over beers, but I would never touch him before, because of being married and all.
Since his separation, I’ve been encouraging him to go out and meet a girl, and most Monday mornings I’ve been treated to the next boring chapter in his search for cheap and tawdry. He claims that he isn’t looking for a relationship, but if I’ve ever seen anyone looking for that long-term partner, it’s Lee. At this point, I know that I’m not looking for a relationship, and I haven’t made a move on Lee, even though I’ve lusted after him for years, because I’m afraid he’ll glom onto me and I’ll lose the friend I’ve come to enjoy.
Still, he sounded so sad that I said “Sure, Lee, come on over. We can watch a video or something.” About an hour later he showed up with two six packs of beer and a look on his face that would have made Eeyore proud. I sighed to myself thinking “Great, this is going to be fun”. “Hey,” I said to Lee, “two six packs, eh? I hope you’re not planning on getting me drunk and taking advantage of me!” I was looking for a laugh, but he was really feeling sorry for himself and just mumbled something about that being unlikely whether I was drunk or not. Poor Lee, he was feeling really badly about himself.
We went into the kitchen where I made us some dinner while Lee sat on a stool and watched. As time went by, he got whinier and whinier and he was really starting to get on my nerves. After dinner we went down to the den. I built a fire in the fireplace, but before I could get a video into the player, Lee started in again, on and on about how life had treated him unfairly, and that he hadn’t had sex in so long. Finally, I had had enough and told him so. “Lee, you have got to get a grip on yourself! This pissing and moaning isn’t going to get you anywhere, and frankly, I’m tired of hearing it!” I have no idea what got into Lee, but his retort both pissed me off and started that tingle down between my legs that I hadn’t felt in a long time. “What are you going to do about it, spank me?” Oh my god, my insides began to quiver, which I hid, as I gave him an appraising look. How many times had I fantasized about this moment? Would I have the nerve to actually do it?
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I am,” I said in a stern voice. “Lee, stand up, NOW!”
His eyes got large and he hesitated for a moment, then he stood up without saying anything. “Drop your pants” I commanded, starting to get into it. He started to say something but I cut him off. “Look, Lee, I am sick and tired of the way you’ve been complaining. You have taken advantage of me as a friend, and I’ll tell you right now, you need this spanking. So, you can either drop your pants and bend over my knee or you can walk right out my front door. Your choice.” When he still didn’t move, I told him “I’m gong to count to three and by the time I’m at three, you better be over my knee or out the door. One………” I could see his inner struggle on his face. He knew deep down inside that he needed a spanking, otherwise why would he have suggested it? Still, knowing and being willing are two different things. “Two…….” I said loudly, apparently snapping him out of thought. He reached for his belt and began undoing it. As his shorts fell to the floor I said “Very good, Lee, you must do as I say now, okay?” “Okay,” he mumbled, with his eyes downcast. Whoooooeeee, was this going to be fun. My clit was beginning to throb, and I could feel my sweet honey soaking into my panties.
“Boxers, too, Lee,” I said. As he dropped those to the floor as well, I silently gasped at the sight of his semi-hard penis. Oh, how I wanted to wrap my lips around it, licking and sucking it to full glory, but that would come later, when he was broken to me. I had him stand in the corner of the room, facing the wall with his hands behind his neck, while I ran upstairs to get a few things. As I left I told him to think about how bratty he had been and the punishment that he was going to receive.
I hurried about upstairs, not sure how long he would wait obediently for me. I gathered a couple of scarves, some lube, a candle and matches and a wooden paddle, not sure exactly where this would go. I took it all downstairs and laid it in a pile on the couch. I still had doubts about whether I could actually pull this off, but the warmth spreading through my belly convinced me to go forward. I had Lee stand in the center of the room, facing me, and take off his shirt. Oh, god, Lee has a total hard body, and it was making me weak in the knees to see him naked, like this, and at my command.. As my eyes traveled across his pecs and down his torso to his muscular legs, I realized that he was even more beautiful in real life than in my fantasies.
<to be continued>
I told Lee to turn around and studied him from behind for several minutes. I couldn’t believe that he had gone from being such a whiner to not saying a word. I softly walked up behind him, and looped a scarf over his eyes. Now I let my hands ravage where my eyes had been. Starting at his shoulders, I ran my hands down his firm and muscular body, possessively touching, caressing… oh, the heaven of it. As I moved down his back, I grabbed a handful of his cheek, causing him to gasp. I moved my hands further down, around the backs and insides of his legs. “Move your feet apart,” I told him and he rapidly complied. I reached my hand up between his legs to cup his balls and then slowly tightened my grip until he made a little noise. Let him not forget that punishment comes first. I took a step back from him, and aimed my hand for his right cheek. SMACK came the surprising sound, followed by a YOW from Lee. Maybe he had been thinking that since I’m small, that this was all going to be easy and fun, but I’m betting he’s starting to reconsider. I stand back to watch as a red hand print begins to raise on his butt.
I moved around to the front of him, and starting again from the shoulders, ran my hands down his chest, tweaking his nipples, caressing his hard, hard belly, and moving further down, parting his pubic hair with my fingers. His penis began to jerk, and I could see the drop of pre-come there on the tip. “We’ll see if this continues to turn you on, Lee, when your spanking begins,” I said, as I continued to touch him everywhere except where he wanted it most.
When I have my fill of touching him (although with that body, I’m not sure I can ever get my fill), I take his hand and lead him over to the couch. I sit down, and have him stand between my legs. I wonder, briefly, bizarrely, whether he could feel the heat emanating from my pussy. I push him over my left knee and bring my right in to pin his legs. While I’ve never done this before, everything is coming together just right (or so it feels to me). I feel so strong and powerful, his lily white cheeks presented so perfectly on my lap. “Bring your hand up into the small of your back,” I say, as I tap his right arm. “But I…..” “Stop!” I say, quickly smacking his left cheek. “Do as I say!” And he does!
I place my hand on his butt and he tightens his cheeks in anticipation. “Maybe this has gone far enough” he squeaks out, his voice creaking. His dick is still rock hard against my leg. I feel as if there is an electrical current running through me, centering on my clit, but lighting up my tummy and up into my nipples. “Not by a long shot, Lee,” I say, as I begin to whack his ass. He takes it stoically, which I expected, and it has the effect on me that I also expected… it makes me want to break him, make him cry out, to fully give himself over to me. As I spread my smacks over his bottom, it turns the most lovely shade of pink. Lee is breathing hard, but still doesn’t make a sound.
My hand, though, and my legs, are getting tired and I decide it’s time to try something different. “Stand up,” I tell Lee and he scrambles to his feet, at the same time reaching for his blindfold. I give his bottom a really hard SMACK and his hands whip down to his sides. “Did I tell you that you could remove the blindfold?” “no” mumbled Lee. “What was that?” I demanded, as I SMACKed him again. “No mamn” he answered a little more loudly. “That’s better, now kneel on the couch,” I said as I nudged him back towards the sofa. “On your hands and knees. That’s right, legs spread…. Further…..Further….. that’s good.”
“Okay, now down on your elbows.” As I stood behind him, I was treated to the most glorious view of his delightfully pink ass, and white muscular legs framing his family jewels hanging down like a present just for me. I took another scarf from the pile and tied it around Lee’s wrists so that he couldn’t interfere with my strokes. Again, I stood back to look at him… oh, this was making me so hot. I lifted my shirt over my head, and arched my back, feeling the heat from the fire on my back and the heat from this scene in my core. I snaked my hand down inside my pants, and gasped as I felt the wetness just dripping form me. I shimmied out of my pants, and stroked myself, gazing at my toy, my boy toy, in such a submissive position. I dipped my finger into my steamy pussy, and moving around in front of him, moistened just under Lee’s nose with my juices. He groaned and tried to lick his upper lip. I quickly picked up the paddle and smacked him a hard one just where his cheek meets his leg. “Ooof” he said, but he stopped trying to lick his lip. My heart is doing flipflops at how easy it is to train this boy. “I knew it, I knew it,” I thought to myself, “I was born to this!”
Now I use the paddle to begin raining down blows on his bottom and the back of his legs. As I use more force and hit the same places again and again, his butt turns more uniformly red and he begins making grunting sounds with every smack. As I whack him, I berate him for acting like such a child who isn’t getting his own way. Lee’s breathing changes, and I think he might be on the verge of crying, so I redouble my efforts. On an especially hard one, Lee collapses onto the sofa, sobbing. I give him two more, not nearly so hard, and then begin to caress his bottom, his legs and his back as he lays on the sofa crying. I help him to sit up, and sitting down next to him, pull him to me to comfort and soothe him. As I pull off his blindfold, he nuzzles into my breasts murmuring “Thank you Sarah, oh thank you, thank you.”
~Sarah
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In a dream I saw how I could thrive, and I was filled with joy.