From: arcane@nwiowa.com
Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking
Subject: Southern Nights (M/F strap, sex, fantasy)
Date: 30 Apr 1995 20:02:11 GMT

   I saw the posting by Miss Lee and decided to show her what I meant
when I said that I just sat down and thought of something, anything, and
then let the story build itself.  I concentrated on her when I sat down
to my computer.  I thought of a number of fantasies of her that I had
let run through my brain since I first saw her postings in this group.
(Sometimes I let my brain wander too much into fantasy land.)  Then I
picked one and began to form it into a proper story that wouldn't be
too similar to the ones I have seen in this group.  I wanted a "Gone
With The Wind" type of thing because Miss Lee had told me that she had
chosen her name so that she could evoke the image of a Southern Belle
in our minds.  So, of course, it had to be set in the South.  Then I
had to figure out a way to let her get her sexy bottom tanned.  Once I
had that in mind, then I wanted the story twist.  All of this ran through 
my thoughts for about two minutes.  Then I began to write...


                         Southern Nights

   The man's deep blue eyes permeated her consciousness and
filled her with a longing that she had long since forgotten that
she possessed.  She watched him glide his way through the crowd
of people and make his way ever so casually over to her table. 
His body moved so fluidly that she found herself becoming flushed
at the sight of his movements.  Her thoughts drifted into the
realm of daydreams about his prowess in the bedchamber.  She
blushed as she realized where her naughty thoughts had led her.
   "Good evening," his deep rich voice startled her.  Already he
was at her side.  "My name is Jonathan Briggs."  It was more of
Mississippi accent.  Why oh why did he decide to visit Alabama?
   She swallowed a huge lump in her throat.  Her heart pounded at
the sight of his muscular arm as it reached toward her and ever
so gently took her had up to his lips for a soft kiss upon the
back of her hand.  The touch of his lips upon her creamy soft
skin sent a tingle of pleasure through her being.
   "Lee, Miss Anabelle Lee.  Charmed to make your acquaintance." 
Miss Lee quickly scanned the crowd for any signs of her father
and brothers.  Someone must save her from these feelings that
threatened to overwhelm her.
   "May I have the pleasure of this dance, Miss Lee?"  His hand
still held hers and he smoothly lifted her from the safety of her
chair.
   "I, uh, of course, sir.  It is a waltz, and I do so love the
waltz."  No!  She shouldn't be allowing this total stranger the
pleasure of her company.  There were rules about this.
   Miss Lee felt herself floating through the crowd towards the
dance floor.  She let out a gasp as he suddenly grasped her to
himself and moved his body in time to the music.  At first she
faltered a bit, but then her body took over and responded as much
to him as to the music.  Her eyes were locked to his as the music
carried them away to a world that was surrounded in ecstacy.  She
felt the fire of his closeness and the ripple of his movements. 
Her pallor turned from a delicate pink to a rosy blush as she
felt herself experiencing a rush of emotions that had never
before intruded upon her being.
   Her hands thrilled to the touch of his masculine form and she
was quite ashamed to find the naughty things straying into areas
that should not have been touched.  She let out a small gasp of
surprise and pleasure when his fingertips brushed against the
soft skin of her neck.  She found herself dreaming of forbidden
pleasures and positively indecent behavior.
   Miss Lee let out a sigh of disappointment when the music faded
to a close.  She politely applauded though she didn't really care
for a band that only played such a short piece.  She wanted more
time to explore these feelings of hers, but propriety demanded
that her time not be monopolized by this one man.
   He looped his arm around hers and escorted her to the veranda. 
The moonlight shone with a brilliance that eclipsed the very
stars that formed her universe.  She allowed her countenance to
be bathed in those soft rays of moonlight as she searched his
face for some sign of similar feelings.
   "You dance well, sir."
   He smiled in such a way that her legs turned to mush.  Her
heart beat in a thunderous fashion that she was sure was audible
to all at the party.  "I've had many years of practice."
   Miss Lee arched an eyebrow.  "Many years?  For shame, sir. 
You surely exaggerate.  Why you look scarcely older than I."
   The man's face turned to amusement.  "While I do thank our
good Lord for his gift, in truth I'm much older than I seem."
   She tilted her head somewhat.  "Indeed?  And what age, may I
ask, have you attained?"
   He frowned for just a moment, but then his smile was back. 
"Oh, let us just say that I've been around for longer than any
man has a right to."
   "Hah!  Hardly a proper answer."
   "Hardly a proper question."
   There was silence for a time as each sized the other.  Miss
Lee, for all of her outwardly waspish nature, was truly intrigued
by this man.  He seemed to show an interest in her as well.  Her
heart leapt at the thought of a possible suitor.  It had been far
too long since a young man had come to call upon her.  Ever since
Jeremy had died in the war that had driven out the British, she
had longed for a man to again court her.  Every decent man in
town, it seemed, was already taken with another lass.  She had
thought for a time that Samuel Sheldon, one of the wealthiest men
in town, was the man for her.  It was a terrible blow to her when
she had discovered him, quite by accident, doing lascivious
things to one of his slave women.  It was the first time that she
had even seen anything of such a nature as that.  It had
disgusted her, but at the same time, it had fired her
imagination.  She now saw herself having those lecherous things
done to her by this man.
   "I beg your pardon, sir?"  He had said something and she had
been caught daydreaming.
   "I asked you if I could have your permission to call upon you
tomorrow evening?"
   "Why sir!  We hardly know one another."
   "Ah, but is that not the point of calling upon another person? 
How else can I get to know you if I do not spend any time at
doing it?"
   "You make an excellent point, sir.  I shall be most pleased to
receive you tomorrow night."
   "I thank you, kind lady.  If you are up to the trip, I thought
that we could ride into Richmond to attend a ball."
   "I shall be delighted, sir.  Tomorrow night, then?"
   He leaned forward and kissed her hand most gingerly. "Tomorrow
night."  Then he was gone.
   Miss Lee swooned with delight at the thought of this man
calling upon her.  But what was she thinking?  A trip to
Richmond, of all things.  One would think that they were in the
fourth or fifth month of courtship.  She gave a pretty flush and
hurried off to inform her father of tomorrow night's caller.

   Colonel Avery Lee was not at all pleased by his daughter's
unseemly manner.  "You are going where?"
   "To Richmond, papa.  It's only for the evening and to a ball."
   Colonel Lee's brow raised and his ears turned red.  "Most
improper conduct for a young lady."
   "But papa..."
   "Hush!  Get to the carriage, young lady.  Now!"
   Miss Lee felt tears sting her face as she hurried off to their
carriage.  She had been humiliated in front of all those people. 
She hoped that Mr. Briggs was not in the crowd that saw her
disgrace.  What must those people think of her?
   Colonel Lee stormed out to the carriage and climbed aboard. 
He gave a quick snap of the reins and they were off.  Colonel Lee
never said a word as they drove quickly back to their plantation. 
Miss Lee could see, though, that she was in for some form of
punishment.  Her father's manner was similar to the times just
before her brothers usually had the strap taken to them.  She
said nothing and held her head up the entire ride home, but her
tummy was in knots at the thought of what he might do.
   Colonel Lee pulled into the long drive that led to his home. 
He glanced over at his shameful daughter.  Inwardly, he admired
her courage and his heart leapt with joy at the thought of a
gentleman calling upon her, but he couldn't forgive the fact that
she had not consulted him before making promises of her time to a
stranger.  She would have to be punished for that.
   "Inside, girl, and up to your room and make ready for sleep,"
was all he said as he handed over the carriage to Sutherland, the
stable slave that had been in the family for years.  "Sutherland,
fetch me my strap, boy!"
   Miss Lee let out a scream and ran for the house.  It was to be
the strap.  Never had her virgin skin felt the lick of the strap.
   "Yes, suh," Sutherland said and ran to retrieve the strap. 
Inwardly he chuckled at the thought of the pretty Miss Lee
receiving the strap, but he knew better than to let it openly
show.  But what a story he would be able to tell the others later
tonight.
   Miss Lee was dressed in her night clothing and was trembling
on the bed when she heard her father's boots upon the landing. 
Tears flowed out of her eyes as she thought of the humiliation
that would soon be visited upon her.
   The door to her room opened and Colonel Lee walked in. 
"Never, Anabelle, in all your years have I had an occasion to use
this upon your backside.  I was so proud that I had raised such
an upstanding daughter.  You have disappointed beyond words
tonight, though.  Since Mr. Briggs shall be here tomorrow
evening, I have little choice but to allow this foolhardiness to
occur, but you shall feel the sting of the strap for not asking
my permission.  Now lay face down upon your bed."
   Miss Lee shook as she turned over upon her tummy and awaited
the first lick.  She gasped in humiliation as she felt her
bloomers being lowered and exposing her womanliness to her
father's gaze.
   "Hush, missy.  You know that I always strap your brothers on
their bared backsides.  I saw your naked form when you were born,
so you have no secrets from me."
   Miss Lee let out a wail of embarrassment as she felt the cool
breeze of the evening tickle her bare skin.  She felt her father
lay the cold leather of the strap against her naked skin.  She
waited in agony for the first lick of the horrible thing.
   LASH!!!!!!
   Miss Lee let out a yelp of surprise and pain.  It seemed much
worse than when she had listened to her brothers being whupped.
   LASH!!!!!!
   Her virgin bottom was on fire.  She could feel the edges of
the strap as it wound around the curves of her womanly bottom and
dug into the far cheek.
   LASH!!!!!!
   She let out a scream of pain as the fire from her sore bottom
shot its way into her mind.  She also began to feel a curious
sensation in her lower belly, but she was too intent on the pain
of her tender backside to pay it much attention.
   LASH!!!!!!
   Her hands shot back to protect her poor bottom.  "Get your
hands away from there, young miss!  You've just earned extra
lashes for insubordinate behavior!"
   Miss Lee's hands hurriedly shot in front of her and she
gripped the rails of the headboard.
   LASH!!!!!!
   The sensations in her lower belly were beginning to make
themselves known to her mind.  She felt a curious desire for her
father to continue.
   LASH!!!!!!
   Her pretty legs kicked as much as her lowered bloomers would
allow.  She felt a friction beginning to overwhelm her senses.
   LASH!!!!!!
   She cried freely from the pain of the horrible beating.  She
knew that her poor bottom must really be a sight by now.  But the
friction between her kicking legs began to build to something
incredible.  She hoped her father would continue.
   LASH!!!!!!
   The feeling in her belly began to spread upward towards her
soft breasts.
   LASH!!!!!!
   Through each sensitive breast and up to her neck, the feeling
rose with efficient speed.
   LASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  The feeling hit her mind and produced a
wail of pain and passion from her mouth.  Her body shook with
colossal tremors and her head flailed about as her screams
continued.  She could feel a mighty release from somewhere as the
tight tension uncoiled within her and drove her to heights
heretofore unattainable.
   She slowly came down from her personal mountaintop to hear
that her father was speaking softly to her.
   "...and I am sorry that I had to take this measure against
you.  You may stay in your room tonight and think about your
error.  I'll send Silah up to put some ointment on that. 
Tomorrow we shall meet this Mr. Briggs."
   Miss Lee's mind was a jumble of crazed thoughts.  What had
happened to her?  Where did those feelings come from and when
would they return?  Had she known that the strap would produce
this effect, she would have made it a point to have been more
naughty in the past.
   Miss Lee heard Silah enter her room.  "Merciful Lord in
Heaven, child!  Whatever did you do to earn this?"
   Miss Lee still sobbed greatly at the fire in her backside, but
the remembrance of the feelings that had been so much a part of
her very being a moment ago remained firmly embedded in her
consciousness.
   She felt the soothing hands of the negro woman as a cold cream
was spread over the scalding skin of her blistered backside.
   "Why, child!  You've wet yourself," Silah whispered as she
felt of the bedspread beneath the anguished young woman.  "No,
it's more like...Land's sakes!"
   Miss Lee rolled over slightly to look at the older woman. 
"What is it?"
   Silah's eyebrows raised into her hair.  "You mean you don't
know what has happened to you?"
   Miss Lee shook her head.
   "Well, I suppose that you wouldn't, what with Mrs. Lee having
been taken into the good Lord's arms and all.  It's nothing to be
ashamed of, child.  You just became a woman tonight, that's all."
   "Whatever do you mean?"
   "Usually when a woman lays with a man do these feelings come
out, but some women take to the strap or the crop in such a
fashion as well.  It's similar to a man's feelings when he
spreads his seed into a woman's belly, but the feelings are much
more intense."
   Miss Lee's face flushed with shame to hear such talk.  Still,
she was interested in hearing it.  She ad often overheard her
brothers whispering about such things, but they would silence
their speeches when she had approached.
   "It's nothing to be ashamed of, child.  But I wouldn't speak
of this to another man.  If you ever have any feelings like this
again, speak to me and I'll keep your confidence."  Then the
older woman was gone.  Miss Lee let out a squeak of pain as she
rolled over onto her back and felt her fiery backside touch the
wetness in the sheets.  Her dreams carried her into Jonathan
Briggs's arms as she rhapsodized about those incredible feelings.

   At six chimes, Jonathan Briggs knocked upon the door of the
Lee mansion.  Silah bid him enter and he handed her his hat and
cloak.
   "Good evening, sir," Colonel Lee extended his hand.  He gave
the young gentleman a thorough perusal.  A fine figure of a man,
indeed.  His daughter could certainly do no worse.
   "God bless all in this house, Colonel Lee.  Quite a fine
evening for a drive."
   "Quite.  Can I offer you refreshment after your long drive,
sir?"
   "Thank you, no.  Is Miss Lee available for company this
evening, sir?"
   "She is upstairs making ready.  I hear you're driving to
Richmond this evening?"
   "Yes, sir.  The governor is hosting a ball in honor of the
upcoming independence anniversary."
   "Ah, yes.  I recall an invitation myself, but I'm afraid the
trip would be too wearisome on my old bones."
   "Come, sir.  You have many good years of health left."
   "Quite true, if I avoid unnecessary traveling.  Ah, here's
Anabelle now.  Come down, my dear.  Mr. Briggs has come to call
upon you."
   Miss Lee descended the stairs.  She was dressed in a
resplendent gown that would have shamed most of the town's other
women.  It was a magnificent dress imported all the way from
England.  Colonel Lee spared no expense for his children.  
   "You look most lovely this evening, Anabelle," Colonel Lee
said as his heart burst within him at the sight of his beautiful
daughter.  She certainly favored her mother.
   "Quite lovely," echoed Mr. Briggs as he offered his arm to
Miss Lee.  "I shall return her by eleven bells, sir."
   "I shall await your arrival," Colonel Lee stated as he watched
them walk to Mr. Briggs' carriage.

   It was a smooth ride.  Miss Lee was enchanted with Mr. Briggs'
talk of his trips up north.  The driver simply stared ahead at
the road and ignored his passengers in the back.
   "Miss Lee, you seem uncomfortable with the seats.  Are they
too hard?"
   Miss Lee felt a flush enter her face.  No, there was nothing
wrong with the carriage seats; it was her own that was
bothersome.
   "Have I said something to offend?"
   Miss Lee forced a chuckle.  "Not at all, sir.  I've just never
taken such a long trip before and am quite unaccustomed to the
jostle of the road."
   "Perhaps if I closed this window..." he leaned over her and
drew the curtains shut.  She felt his heavy breath upon her hot
neck.  Her heart began to flutter.  He paused as if gauging her
reaction.  His lips then made contact with her naked neck.
   "Sir!  You make free with my person!"
   There was no response from his as she felt his warm tongue
trace a path along her sultry skin.  Her breath quickened as she
again felt that sensation beginning to swell in her belly.
   "Sir, I'm becoming feverish!"
   "It's not a fever; not born of sickness at any rate."
   His tongue continued its travels up her neck and his mouth
began to suckle her ear.  She let out a breath of ecstacy and
felt her world begin to quicken.
   His hands gently undid the laces of her gown.  She knew that
she should stop him, but the feelings in her belly were
overpowering her good sense.  She felt the cool breeze as her
breasts spilled out of the tight gown.  Her mouth opened in a
moan of pleasure as his tongue made contact with the tender skin
of her nipples.  She was shocked to see that they were as erect
as when she had taken cold baths.  The feeling in her belly began
its slow journey upward.
   His hands caressed her naked flesh and she felt her gown being
lifted off of her body.  She reached forward and tripped the
curtain that would separate her and Jonathan from the driver. 
She looked down and saw him sliding out of his trousers.  She
gasped when she saw his naked manhood.  It was so huge!  How ever
was she going to fit all of that inside her tight self? 
Experimentally, she reached her hand out and wrapped it around
his thickness.  She was pleased to see it jump and twitch to her
touch.  It was so warm and hard.  She worked the taut skin up and
down while his hands and tongue continued to tease her breasts.
   She gave a startled gasp as she saw a drop of liquid rise from
the thick head.  "Whatever is that?"
   "A special liquid that nature provides a man.  It is for a
woman to taste."
   "Sir!"
   "Trust me, Miss Lee."
   She so wanted to trust him.  She leaned her head downward and
tasted of the liquid with her tongue.  She felt another wave of
pleasure as the head twitched at her tongue's touch.  It was not
an unpleasant taste, she admitted to herself.  She felt pressure
on the back of her head as she was forced to take it into her
mouth.  She gave a muffled moan as she felt his manhood sliding
between her lips.  She suckled upon it as he had done with her
breasts.  She felt it moving in and out of her mouth and she
could see the sheen of her saliva as it coated its length.
   After what seemed to be hours, he allowed her head to lift off
of its length and he pulled her up for a deep kiss.  She felt
herself growing very wet between her legs and she knew that she
was ready to receive him.  Miss Lee climbed onto his lap and
lowered herself onto his manhood.  She felt a bursting within her
and a pain like none ever before experienced.  She gasped aloud
as she felt his manhood worm its way up into her most secret of
places.
   The pain quickly left and she began to slowly move her body up
and down upon his manhood.  It was the most glorious thing she
had ever imagined.  She looked into her lover's eyes and saw that
they seemed to glow with a red hue.  Her world started to fuzz
out as she felt those feelings within her begin to spread into
her brain.
   Jonathan leaned his head forward and nuzzled at her neck.  She
gave a cry of pain as she felt teeth sink into her neck, then she
let out a moan of pleasure as an even bigger wave of ecstacy
drove her over a cliff of passion.  Together they rode a high
wave of bliss as he drained her lifeblood from her body.  He
paused only a moment and then used his fingernail to open a vein
in his own neck.  Miss Lee's mouth fastened onto the opening and
she began to suck the nourishing fluid out of his body.
   When he knew she was finished, Jonathan lifted her unconscious
form off of his spent tool.  He watched in fascination as the
fluid that had come from his own tool drained out of her and
splattered back onto his manhood.  He wiped his lips of her blood
and opened the curtain.
   "Take my new bride and I home, Charles."  He closed the
curtain and let his vampiric senses take in the sight of his new
wife as they began their long journey back to their home.