Date: Wed, 4 Sep 1996 21:31:51 -0400
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Subject: Unsheathed

Unsheathed (M/F)

The spring rain plopped in heavy droplets from the bottom of the
gutter just outside the den window where taciturn Dan worked
meticulously on the monthly bills. He was a little concerned that
Allison had not returned yet from the fund-raising gala she
keynoted. But his fear, if not his ardor, was allayed when he
heard the familiar purr of the Volvo settling into the carport. 
She waltzed into their well-appointed colonial a bit full of
herself, elegant as always in a long black sheath, dark nylons
and three-inch heels. Her chestnut hair swept up in a French
braid elongated her 5-foot-3 frame.

"Hi, Allison, did you raise a lot of money tonight?" Dan said an
ounce too sweetly. Money. Oh, she remembered, he had been
complaining all week about having to get all that paperwork in
order. 

Just in case that's what he did have on his mind, Allison decided
quickly to brazen it out. One storm, the one outside, was bad
enough. "Oh, yes, Dan. It was a roaring success. They all hauled
out their checkbooks. And thanks for the suggestions on my
speech. Everybody loved it."

Rising to meet her in the marbled foyer, Dan's attention focused
intently on the slim, sophisticated woman that stood before him,
grinning seductively. "You look smashing," he told her, wondering
just how smashed as he caught a whiff of gin. "Why don't we go
upstairs?" It wasn't a question. Not with Dan. As calm and
laconic as he appeared, there was never a question mark at the
end of his seemingly harmless inquiries. 

"Upstairs? Let's have a drink ... maybe catch a movie first,"
Allison countered. "Shall I tell you all the gossip I heard
tonight?" Dan remained silent, glancing from her slightly swaying
hips, up toward the stairway and then back to her thin, perfectly
sculpted faced, which inadvertently yielded a flash of furtive
guilt.

"I wish you hadn't had to catch up all that paperwork," she
chirped.  "You really should make the effort to go to more of
these affairs, Dan.

"Dan? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Well, darling, I'm pretty bushed from doing the bills tonight,"
he began softly. "But I was kinda wondering how come you can
raise so much money for the Trailer Park Beautification Committee
but YOU CAN'T KEEP OUR OWN FINANCES STRAIGHT!!!!" 

As Dan's face stormed, Allison, who was not really surprised at
this turn of events, began stammering -- her hopes for another
kind of passion still burbling in her black-sheathed nether
regions. "Uh....do you maybe mean my ...oh THOSE bills..  Well, I
was going to talk to you about them."

"Bloomies ... Nordstroms," he grumbled. "Neiman ... Victoria's
Secret ... Sears."

"They're not so large, are they?" she cooed, pouting disarmingly
at him. And at the lilt of her tease, Dan stifled the discussion.
"We can talk later, darling. Let's go upstairs." 

"Now, Danny.  I don't like the look on your face.  You surely
don't expect to..to...sp..to..uh...

"Shhhh. I'll discuss THAT later," he whispered. Allison,
nevertheless, swallowed hard. Had she overplayed her hand? Should
she have tried to brazen anything with Dan? Would she ever
learn?"

He took her by the hand, and twirled her gracefully, as
Baryshnikov might lead McKerrow,  past him toward the circular
staircase. He followed her up, a tumble of thoughts -- all quite
pleasant -- turning over in his libido. He craned slightly to
watch the play of her muscles
inside the tight dress as she moved past him. The rain outside
had turned to drizzle and the clouds began to dissipate. Inside
would be another story.

He led her into the master bedroom dominated by wooden fourposter
bed, with a mattress three and a half feet above the green
carpet. He closed the door, even though they lived alone, and
switched off the light, letting the pale haze of cloudy moonlight
filter through the cathedral window.

Allison, for her part, relaxed, knowing how seduction always
distracted her husband. She was right. Dan swept her into his
arms, kissing her long and salaciously on the mouth, judging that
it was at least three martinis -- very dry.

He hugged her hard with his long arms and huge paws, lifting her
up easily and setting her on the edge of the bed.

She giggled softly. "Lover, you sit on the bed this time. I'll
undress for you, the way you like. You know how those martinis
make me want to show off for you. I thought of you all evening,
and you know what a pushover I am for gin and vermouth." She was
chuckling softly, but it was a laugh covertly masking a hint of
tension.

Dan knew he could wait, and he eagerly flipped himself into a
sitting position on the edge of the bed, an audience of one for a
striptease that could entrance millions.

Allison, gleeful that she was going to come out of this monthly
reckoning unscathed, began disrobing in the moonlight, undulating
an insolent tease that attracted the immediate urgency of little
Danny, as well. She unzzzzzzzzzzzzziiiiiipppppppppppped. The
sheath slid forward off her creamy shoulders with the speed of a
glacier. The pearls around her neck glinted. They would stay on
as a reminder that no matter how childish they could both act,
they were still a pair of suave lovers with flair and grace,
well-fitted to each other and models -- even if only in their own
minds -- of class.

He could barely contain himself, and neither could she. It took
longer than the 20-second timeouts of a basketball game for her
to undo her brassiere, but it was worth the wait, as her soft
pink breasts tumbled from their lacy restraint. 

Danny began unbuttoning his black silk shirt and unbuckling his
snakeskin belt, emblazoned with the diamond markings of desert
reptiles and eastern terrapins. Allison remained in her heels,
elongating her well defined calves and pivoted to remind her
lover of how slender her bottom remained after all these years. 
As she turned, Allison drew the dress down to her waist, her
hips, giving Danny the delight she knew he took in the dimples at
the base of her spine above the line of her lavender French cut
panties. His tongue lolled so heavily, Danny thought he might be
having a seizure. He overcame the lump in his throat, and the one
below, and let his trousers fall down his long legs to the floor.
As she swayed in front of him, Danny began provocatively taking
his socks off (though she had knocked them off many times before
with a mere wink). He took them off one toe at a time.

She turned back toward him and slithered the black dress down her
legs, past the dark thigh-highs. As she swiveled, Dan reached out
and silently and respectfully brushed the back of his left hand
across the back of the skin between her panties and stockings. 
Allison now stood before him naked from the waist up, except for
the pearls and a golden barrette. She remained in her black shiny
heels, her stockings and her lavender panties.

Suddenly, he drew her forward between his dangling legs. She
reached up to pull the pins from her hair, letting it cascade
down her back. Their temperatures at that moment could have
powered Hanford into the next century.

Allison found herself trapped, so lovingly trapped, between Dan's
legs, and she fumbled toward his lust. He kissed her again hard
on the mouth. "Baby, sit up here with me, now," he beckoned.
"Come on," he grinned, hoisting her next to him for a little
session of courtly necking and petting. As they kissed and
stroked, Dan stretched his arms downward to begin rolling her
thigh-highs toward the floor, stopping at the bottom to massage
her calves and ankles. Another inch, and he toppled to the floor,
landing on his feet and laughing with her.

"Allison?" he tenderly commanded. Her "hmmmm" reminded him of the
old Mazda commercial. "Lie back a little, darling." He positioned
her so that the edge of the firm mattress supported her at the
back of her mid-thigh, her legs dangling over the bed.

She knew she was home free, now. Only molten love lay ahead. She
turned and pulled Dan down next to her, and although she moved
her breasts against his curly black chest hairs, Dan had
something else in mind. He hopped off the bed, making sure to
stroke the length of her supinity with his right hand as he
dismounted their lofty, quilted pleasure palace.

He stood at the edge again, slowly unheeling his love. He also
took her shoes off. She lay soft on her back, clad only in her
panties, her little feet kicking in ecstasy against the side of
the bed. Dan took his masterly stance between her knees, only his
underpants on. He reached forward and gently pressed his large
hands upon each of her breasts making sure to twirl and tweak his
fingertips around her engorged nipples.

Only infantile sighs escaped the usually voluble Allison as Dan's
hands curled toward the inside of her milky thighs, his thumbs
approaching but not yet touching the V of her French cuts. He
bent over to kiss the tops of her thighs, the tentpole beneath
his cotton brief grazing her legs.

He thought he heard her utter a "Yum," but when he glanced at her
angelic face, it was in utter repose. His fingertips crawled up
her thighs toward Allison's waist, approaching lavender and
finding the waistband. He tugged, slowly teasing her panties
downward, allowing her chestnut curl to pop out lewdly one at a
time. Allison felt the cool night air breeze across her warm
moist greenhouse, an instantaneous climatic front that came close
to rolling a fog down her flat mound into the valley of fire
below.

Dan lifted Allison's hips from the bottom to free the back of her
panties for their inexorable, dilatory ride down her smooth legs.
He removed them, one leg at a time, and gazed at her, soft,
relaxed, naked, flat on her back, her legs free, her love mound
inviting him atop the edge of the mattress.

A man of many talents, Dan would not have her yet. He grasped
each of her ankles and raised them high toward the Casablanca fan
overhead. Now he teased. But it was not cruel. With her legs
pointing up, Dan stroked his right forefinger along the damp
folds of her femininity.

"Darling, if you roll over on your tummy I can massage your
back," he whispered.

Allison, a puddle of compliance, had forgotten all her previous
trepidation. She lazily rolled over. Dan scooted closer to the
mattress, his penis rubbing against the edge as he slotted
himself between her legs once again. He put his warm strong hands
on her shoulders and began kneading away whatever residual
tension might have remained in his lover.

"Oh, baby, that feels so great," she mewed. "You do have magic
hands." He rubbed and massaged her shoulders, neck and back. The
heel of his hand pressed down on her shoulder blades, his fingers
probed her neck tendons, the palm of his hand rubbed the freckled
skin atop her back.

She moaned in the pleasure of the sensation and in the security
that he knew every inch of her -- places she didn't even know she
had. His hands slid downward toward the small of her back,
finding her dimples in the dark and massaging.

Allison scrunched her hips back toward Dan, in complete trust,
falling into the depth of consummate relaxation. Dan's hands
traced the concavity of her model's waistline and circled her
hips, coming to rest, palms down each of her satiny bottom
cheeks.

Allison was beyond pleasure -- giddy from the gin, overjoyed at
her reprieve from having to account to her husband for her
spending habits. Dan pulled her back even farther toward his
throbbing man muscle, letting his protuberant underpants rub
against the underside of her silk purse. He squeezed his lovely
Allison's little tushy and giggled with her.

She was moaning wet little cries from every pore when Dan,
pressing his weight against her from the back, grasped her hips
firmly. "Allison, darling? I have a tiny question for you." 
"Yes, Dannylove?"

"Um, what were you thinking when you went shopping last month?
THAT YOU WERE GOING TO PAY OFF THE NATIONAL DEBT OF TAIWAN!!!!  
Allison, suddenly recognized her serious error in judgment and
searched her mind frantically for some explanation that would
forestall what was looking inevitable. But she came up emptier
than an ethics seminar at a journalism convention.

"You told me once when you were being giddy," he began in a
businesslike voice, "about the time you spent all your allowance
and had to filch some of daddy's change to pay for a toy. Do you
remember what happened then?" Dan's voice was no longer a
whisper, no longer soothing. For a moment she heard the timbre of
her own father's voice.

One part of Allison realized that her husband was not playing
fair. She wanted to formulate a protest. But the other part of
her responded exactly as Dan knew she would. The old feelings of
being called on the carpet in front of daddy just before she had
to stare at the carpet trickled back. Dread. Sorrow.
Anticipation. 

"Answer me, Allison. You know I love you, but I can't fully
engage you tonight until my mind is cleared up about your
spending." He wasn't shouting, but the way he spoke to her left
her no escape, no excuse, no alibi. "Tell me, darling. Tell me
what happened to Allison that time!"

Her lover's command transported her back to the purloined change
and the confrontation with her daddy.  As she spoke, Dan heard
the change in her voice from that of a confident businesswoman
and seductive wife to that of a naughty girl in the imposing
confessional of daddy's den.

Upon hearing her loud silence, Dan insisted again. "Tell me what
happened." He was not mean, unless one considers mean his choice
of that moment to start tickling the back of her pussy.

Finally, Allison squeaked, "I...I took money from my daddy's
drawer for the toy. He called me into his study to ask me about
it.  I felt so awful." She wasn't quite crying yet, but both knew
it wouldn't be long.

"Skip the details, darling. Tell your loving husband what
happened!!!"

"I didn't mean to take the money...I told you that, Danny," she
whined and moaned in a sound unavailable on the most advanced
mixing board -- an ecstatic whimpering brought on by her
husband's shaming of her and his lurid tickling.

"I wasn't really thinking.  But the look on his face made me feel
like a little thief.  I could have died....," she sobbed. "He was
so disappointed in me.  He asked me what I thought should be done
about it."

"And what did daddy do to thieving Allison?" Danny asked
rhetorically. "Didn't she learn a lesson? Obviously not!"

Allison's tears welled up, despite a valiant effort to remain a
lady. "He just sat there cuddling me ... asking me what I thought
my punishment should be for stealing, and, and, -- y'know .." 
"I KNOW what happened, darling, but you must tell me now. Was it
a spaaaaanking?" he asked, suddenly the Church Lady incarnate. He
waited for the first wave of her tears to subside. Then she gave
him the answer they had both waited for.

"Yesssss," she burst out. "I asked him for the hardest spanking
he had ever given me." With that revelation out of the way, Dan
clutched her hips tighter.

"Like this?" And he slapped her pale moonlit right cheek. "Like
this? And he smacked her suddenly tightened left hillock. "Was it
like this? And he SPANK SPANK SPANKED her across the middle of
her pinned down backside.

"OOOWWWWWEEEE!" Allison yelled. "I just wanted him to forgive
me," she cried urgently.

"Was it this hard?" SMACK WHACK WHAP SPLLLATTTTTTT he spanked
across the middle, touching her most sensitive parts. He could
have sworn the glow of her bottom and the incandescence from her
front side was starting to light the room.

"OUCH!!!!  HONEY PLEEEEAAAAASE!!"

"Answer me!!! Was it THIS hard!" SSSSMMMACCCK WWWWHAPPP
SPANKSPANKSPANK!!!!! "Or was it THIS hard!!! SSSSSSMMMMACCCCCCK
CCCCRACCCCKKK WHHHHHACCCCK. He was vigorously moving his palm of
correction up and down her bottom, leaving little of her
untouched, on the outside.

"Danny?   Danny?!!!!" she pleaded. "Stop!  Listen!"

Or was it THIS hard! SMACK CRACK CRACK CRACK SMACK!!!! Dan was
spanking the previously unpunished and screamingly sensitive back
of her thighs. As he listened to her moans and sobs, he did
notice her hip wriggling instinctively, and Dan knew he had not
overplayed his hand.

"Darling. You know this isn't a spanking. I'm just asking you a
question." Her bottom glow did not light the room enough for her
to see the Nicholsonian grin on his face, but she knew it well
from before.

She felt her bottom stinging and burning, the heat spreading
around her hips toward her love slit. But at the same time all
her little girl feelings were washing over her as well. "Danny,
please wait!"

"How hard WAS it? Like THIS!"  SMACK SPANK. But Dan was not mean,
and realized he had made his point, exacted a proper degree of
punishment from his wife. But the feel of her bottom beneath his
hand was too exquisite for him to stop. He de-escalated and began
simply to spank slap smack smack whap, then finally patter and
tap against her iron-hot anvil.

As she lay sobbing uncontrollably, Dan had just one more
sarcastic imprecation. "Do you have anything to say, Miss
Fundraiser?"

As he waited for reply, Dan massaged her crimson hills and traced
his finger around the unspanked crinkle of her shapely bottom
curves.

"Oh, Danny!  I feel so awful....(hiccup)...I'm so sorry.  I
deserve this spanking.  I want you to spank me like my daddy used
to across your lap....  then I want you to forgive me.  I was so
stupid for running up those bills."

He couldn't have scripted this denouement any better. He lifted
her backwards by her hips, took her from the bed and walked her
to the armless chair in the corner of the room. Dan sat,
princely, on the velour chair and drew his sobbing, soft, girlish
Allison across his knee. Naked as the day she was born, except
for the imported pearls around her neck, reminding him of what a
treasure inside she was, as well.

Allison offered no resistance, and even seemed to help position
herself across Dan's lap, her bottom held high in pride, her soul
cleansed, grateful and awaiting forgiveness.

The beauty that was Greece, the glory that was Rome, draped
herself in a tender curl across his knees, and Danny could no
longer inflict pain. He raised his hand to comply with Allison's
request for expiation and began spanking her softly with his
song.

"Is my baby, going to act like a responsible wife, now?" Dan
chortled with each pillow-soft slap. The touch of his palm was
like velvet, but Allison sobbed openly and promised like a
politician to mend her ways.

At the magic words all boys and girls, all men and women, know
they must utter, Dan stopped when he heard, "I'm sorry."

He leaned down and kissed the stray curls on her neck beneath the
upswept hair. He idly rubbed imaginary geometric figures around
Allison's well-spanked bottom. Despite the sting, Allison wiggled
against the hard throbbing length of Dan that was pressing into
her hip.

Dan pointed his right hand downward along her backside and worked
her cheeks apart, his middle finger tending to the dorsal surface
of her pearly gates. "Do you think you are ready for bed, yet,
darling" he beamed.

She was no longer hula-ing a childlike spanking dance across his
lap, but was fully seducing him as she lay prone. "Oh, Danny. 
Please forgive me! I am ready to be put to bed!"

He let her attempt to rise, slipped off his underpants and in a
stroke of genuine sympathy wiped her tears with his shorts. He
led her trembling to the three-stair riser and helped her climb
into bed. Dan crawled across her to her right and lay next to his
poor little Allison. They cuddled for a moment before Dan put his
left arm around her, and marched his right hand in a flanking
maneuver around her hips toward her pussy, patting and tickling
as it traveled.

"You always know just how to touch me, Danny, to bring me the
perfect pleasure for the perfect moment," she whispered, filling
him with more pride and appreciation than a simple "I love you."
But  those were the only three words he could muster in reply. 
They were enough.

They spent the next five minutes in tender love play, Allison
flinching only a little every time she rolled back on her bottom.
Danny, noticing her discomfort, pulled her toward him and twisted
himself so that she tumbled between his legs. He rolled back
toward his side of the bed and pulled her athwart him.

"I know your bottom is sore, darling. Maybe you would like to sit
on top of me." Eagerly, and in fact no longer feeling the sting
of the spanking, Allison quickly straddled his twitching hips. He
pulled her down hard atop his swelling penis and reached up to
stroke her smooth, tear-stained face. Allison replied by lowering
herself fully, virtually impaling herself on her sweet Danny, her
gasp of eureka letting them both know they could begin in
earnest.
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