From: arcane@nwiowa.com
Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking
Subject: What Should Happen
Date: 6 May 1995 20:23:05 GMT

  I can't reveal to whom this is dedicated, but she will know.  I hope
she enjoys reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.  Oh, by the way,
my lady, my shorts are very wet from this.

   Thomas L. Bruns


                       What Should Happen

Day One: The Arrival
   I stepped off the plane and immediately spotted him.  He
really didn't look all that different from his picture, despite
his protests.  He was pretending to be fully engrossed in his
book, but I could tell that he was covertly scanning the crowd
for my face.  I soon knew that he had spotted me.  He gently
placed a marker in his book and packed it into his bag.  He then
stood up and moved towards me.  He had the grace of a dancer as
he glided through the crowd and approached me.  I opened my mouth
to say something, but he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back
for a long and sensual kiss.  My heart began to pound as I felt
his tongue teasing my own.
   He pulled from the kiss and looked deeply into my eyes.  He
was searching my face for any signs of rejection, I knew.  He
found none.  "I'm hungry," I stated.
   His eyes slowly moved their way around my body.  "So am I," he
breathed.
   "No, for food," I snickered.
   We had to waste time with the baggage claiming and car rental,
but we finally drove out of the airport.  I knew he was in a big
hurry to get to the motel, but I teased him a bit by stopping at
the local McDonald's and getting a sandwich.  I could sense his
anxiousness as his eyes glued to my sexy ass.  I didn't
disappoint him because I leaned over the counter and really
stretched my shorts.  I could hear his breath quicken and I knew
that if I teased him for too long, he would probably fuck me
right here in public.  I got the sandwich and we headed for the
car again.
   Once we got to the motel, he leaned over to me and began to
tug at my hair and shower me with kisses.  His other hand found
my breast and he began to manipulate it, driving my hormones into
overload.  I knew that if I let him continue, I'd end up fucking
him in the car, so I put a gentle but firm stop to it.  We
checked in and hurried to the room.
   The echo of the closing door hadn't died before my shorts were
on the floor and he was peeling off my panties.  He had a clear
view of the wetness that suffused the silky things, so he knew
that I, too, was excited.  My shirt and bra quickly joined my
other clothing on the floor.  My hands shook as I quickly undid
his jeans and I practically ripped the shirt right off his back.
   He practically threw me into the king-sized bed.  He jumped
into it with the excitement of a paratrooper.  His mouth began to
shower me with passionate kisses.  He started with my full lips
and proceeded to my neck.  Then his attention turned toward my
breasts.  The mouth very expertly worked on one while his hand
stimulated the other.  My brain was flooded with endorphins as he
moved from one breast to the next and back again.  He played with
my oh so sensitive breasts for a very long and satisfying time.
   His tongue finally traced a path from one nipple to the other
and then proceeded downward to my belly.  The tongue continued
its journey into my shaved pussy.  Sensations inundated me as his
tongue began to tease and excite my sopping pussy beyond reason. 
A deep part of my mind remembered that he had said that he wanted
to do a 69, so I, somewhat reluctantly, stopped his ultimate
kisses and gently moved us into position.  I got my first really
close look at his already erect cock.  I could tell that he was
very excited because it was very wet with pre-cum.  It wasn't a
huge thing by any standard.  I knew that he was worried about it,
so I said not a word and began to lick it like a fabulous ice
cream cone.  His cum was very salty.  I knew that it was going to
take some effort for me to actually let him cum in my mouth, but
I was too horny and committed to back down now.
   I could feel his own tongue working magic on my aroused
clitoris.  Every so often, his hands would give my bare ass a
good hard slap that sent shivers right up my spine.  I continued
to lick and suck at his swollen cock.  He had told me that he was
going to cease any self-stimulation a week before we would get
together.  I knew that he was going to explode very soon because
of that.  I continued to massage his glans with my tongue and I
really applied a sucking pressure.  I didn't have to wait very
long.  His cock suddenly expanded and pulsed in my mouth.  It
began pumping its very hot and salty load into my gulping mouth.
   I had no fear that he would let me arrive at the orgasmic
plateau too soon.  He had told me that he was just going to tease
for a good long time.  He didn't disappoint me.  His tongue drove
me up the ladder of ecstacy only to let me come crashing down as
his tongue stopped its stimulation of my crazed sex.  I continued
to suck and lick at his now spent cock.  It started to wilt, but
under my careful ministrations, it soon shot back up to its
original erect state.  His tongue continued to tantalize and
tease me.  It was fantastic.
   We finally disentangled ourselves and I moved back up to the
head of the bed where I rested my spinning head on the soft
pillows.  He gently moved in between my spread legs and I felt my
lips being forced apart by his entrance.  His hips began to
thrust and grind in a slow and teasing rhythm.  I felt his adjust
his body so that his cock would rub against my engorged clitoris
on each stroke.  My mind began to race with wild thoughts and
passionate impulses.  His hips began to pound into me much faster
and I was really driven up the road to a huge orgasm.  My heart
began to thunder and my mouth began to emit very loud moans of
pleasure.  My vocalizations must have really excited him because
his hips began to fly and I was driven right over the cliff and
plunged into the river of elation.  My mouth formed itself into a
very hard oval and I let out gasps and small screams of passion. 
He suddenly let out a bellow and I felt my insides becoming
coated with his seed.  He continued to thrust and pour every
ounce of his cum into my soaked pussy.  Finally he just collapsed
against my breasts.
   He gently rolled off of me and I felt a sadness as I felt the
withdrawal of his cock.  It left an empty space in both my body
and my soul.  He didn't even stop to rest, though.  His lips
again began to shower me with passionate kisses.
   I whispered things into his ears and told him that if we
wanted to take a swim, we would have to do it now.  He
reluctantly agreed and we both took a quick shower together. 
That was a mistake because I suddenly found myself with my leg
being held high in the air and his cock fucking into me as the
hot spray of the shower coated our bodies with a slick sheen.
   After many such mistakes, we finally got into our bathing
suits and headed for the pool.  I very firmly told him to keep
his hands (and everything else) to himself while we were in the
pool.  I smiled to myself whenever I looked at him.  He still had
an erection which was in no way hidden by the tight trunks.  I
think he would probably fuck me right here in the pool, but he
was afraid to piss me off, so he stayed on his best behavior.
   We didn't do any spanking play after we got back.  We just hit
the bed again and fucked our brains out.  The spanking would come
tomorrow.

   Day Two: My Ass Turns Red

   After we had done our morning routine (coffee, shower
[ALONE!], breakfast, etc.) we hurried back to the room.  Now that
we had the initial sex out of the way, we could comfortably
settle into a playing type of scene.  I put on my dress and
panties for him.  He calmly waited until I had gotten all
dressed, then his eyes suddenly went ice cold.  It was almost
frightening.  Last night he was the most sensitive and attentive
of lovers.  Now he had suddenly changed into someone very
dangerous.  My pussy began to grow wet from the thought of it.
   He took on the role of my boss and began to lecture me about
mistakes that he had found in my work.  He was very convincing. 
I had told him enough about my work through our e-mail
correspondence that he was able to do a very nice job of it.  His
voice was very cold and harsh.  My stomach began to do flips as I
listened to his lecture.  Occasionally he would administer a soft
but stinging slap to my face.  It was very intense.  I wanted him
to hit me much harder, but I bruise too easily and it would look
very bad when we had to go out in public.  This was the deep
south and he might very well get lynched if people thought he was
a woman-beater.  (Well, he was, but only because I wanted him to
beat me.)  Finally, of course, he informed me that if I was going
to do the work of a five-year old, I would have to be spanked
like a five year old.
   His strong hands grabbed my wrists and I was forced over to
the bed.  He plopped my across his lap and he smoothed out my
skirt.  His hands began to rhythmically apply hard spanks to my
covered backside.  Then he lifted the skirt, accompanied by my
shrill protests.  He ignore me and began to apply stingers to my
panty-covered ass.  His hands worked magic on my already hot ass. 
I was so wet that I'm sure he felt it even through his jeans. 
Then, with further protests, of course, he peeled down my
panties.  His hand began to spank my bare ass with a passion.  I
could feel the snaps of his wrist as that oh so hard hand shot
nettles of pain and pleasure up my spine.  I cried out, but he
kept spanking me.
   "Go get that hairbrush," he ordered in a very terrifying
voice.
   My stomach was in knots as I retrieved the dreaded (yet
secretly desired) tool.  He told me to place myself over his lap
once again.  I protested and was told that my punishment was now
doubled and that he would apply the brush with a much harder
force than he had originally intended.  He ordered me over his
lap again and I think I probably knocked the breath out of him
because I flew over his lap so hard and fast.
   He asked me how many I thought that I deserved.  "Ten or so,"
I said hopefully.
   "Good, then you'll get twenty."  I let out a shriek of
protest.  "Thirty," he amended.  I shut my mouth.
   "Do you want them all at once or..."
   He tricked me.  He started applying those stinging and very
hard blows to my unprotected cheeks.  I howled and bawled in
pain.  I know that he, too, was excited because he went way past
the announced thirty.  He then told me to get up and get my bod
onto the bed.  He positioned me face down with the upper part of
my body just slightly off the foot of the bed.  My arms hung down
to the floor and I saw that he was digging out some rope from his
bag.  He tied each wrist quite firmly to the wheels of the bed. 
Then he spread my legs wide and tied the ankles to the headboard. 
My heart leapt into my throat when I saw him pick up his belt. 
It looked very wicked and very exciting.
   He teased me at first by just letting it lightly smack against
my already blistered ass.  I could feel the tiny stings as it
smacked against my unprotected cheeks.  He stopped then and moved
around to face me.
   His hand gripped my hair and forced my head up.  I saw that he
had taken off his pants and underwear.  He forced his cock
between my lips and he began to rape my mouth.
   "Suck it, you slut!  Work that tongue around my cock you
little whore!"
   My mind was in a daze as I began to become very stimulated by
his words.  His cock kept thrusting in and out of my defenseless
mouth.  He then pulled out and with his free hand, he started
jacking himself off.  Suddenly my forehead and face received a
shower of cum.  I felt the hot liquid spatter against the skin of
my face and I could smell it so well.
   "Your mouth isn't good enough for my cum, you little slut-
fuck.  Your whorish face isn't even good enough, bitch, but I
don't want to make a mess on the carpet."
   He took a finger and began to smear his cum all over my face. 
"Let's see how you like having it left there for the rest of the
day, you fucking cunt!"
   My hormones were crashing through my body.  I was beyond
excitement.  He had memorized everything I had written to him
about my fantasies and was feeding them back to me very
forcefully.
   Then he walked around to the side of the bed and began aiming
the belt at my hot cheeks.  I cried out from the first lash. The
pain was incredible.  It was very hard to believe that this was
his very first experience in doing this sort of thing.  He was so
good and very talented.  He administered about seven or eight
really hard lashes to my bare ass.  I cried and just lay there. 
My ass hurt so badly.  I then realized that another object was
tapping on my ass.  I craned my neck around to see that dreaded
cord of his lightly smacking against my ass.
   "You wanted to experience this, slut?  Well, you're going to
get two really hard smacks this time.  Then we're going to get
dressed and go looking for a nice switch to use on your whoring
ass!"
   The first strike of that evil instrument send a ball of
exploding pain exploding through my head.  I let out a shriek
that could probably be heard all the way back to my home.  I
begged him to stop, but he just moved around to the other side of
the bed and gave me another excruciating whack to my other bare
cheek.  I bawled freely from the pain.  It was so incredible.  He
hadn't been lying when he had said that it was really going to
hurt.  He let me lie there for a long time, then he finally
released me and let me go and wash myself off.  Then we got
dressed and headed for the car.  Time for the fun to really
begin!

   Stay tuned.  In one month, I'll put out the sequel entitled
"What Actually Happened."