Subject: "Ita's Strange Request" M/F, cons, sex implied
From: jenmoo33@aol.com (Jenmoo33)
Date: 23 Jun 1999 10:16:01 -0700
Hi, everyone! This is my first post. I've been writing spanking stories on and off for about a year now, so I thought it was time to post one. This is a short little ditty M/F, consensual, with no sex although it's implied. If you're not into spanking stories and such, then why are you lurking around this newsgroup? At any rate, this is a very gentle story, not intended to turn anyone's hair grey:) If you like my little story, you can send me a message at secretgirl_33@yahoo.com. Enjoy!!!
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"You like to give me a hard time, don't you?" he said, tickling her a little.
"Well, you could do something about it," she said, slyly.
"Oh, and what would that be?" he said, pulling her onto his lap and kissing her firmly on the mouth. She melted into his arms.
"You could give me a spanking," she said, seductively and seriously.
"What?" he said, laughing nervously from the shock.
"You could give me a spanking," she said again, this time in his ear as she nibbled on his earlobe.
"Ita-, oh, you know it drive me crazy when you do that," he said, half-moaning, as she sucked on his earlobe.
"You know you want to turn me over your knee like a naughty little girl," she purred into his ear.
He was met with conflicting feelings. The thought of having her draped across his lap with her firm bottom in full sight was arousing, but- spank her? He had done a lot of wild things with women, but this was the strangest request he had ever heard.
He took her head between his hands and forced her to look at him.
"You want me to spank you like a child?" he said, clearly and seriously. He wanted to make sure that she wasn't kidding. Her soft brown eyes were full of longing and he felt a deep twinge inside of his heart. He had never felt so deeply for a woman in all his life.
"Yes, sir," she said, in a small, submissive voice. Although he was mildly uncomfortable, he felt he had to indulge her. The look in her eyes, her body language, the tone of her voice- they were all crying out to him, giving him permission to take control.
"Okay, then, get over my knee," he said, his words sounding a little strange to him.
She immediately obeyed her heart pounding, her cheeks flushed, and moisture growing between her legs. She stood up and lay across his lap, her abdomen resting fully on his strong right thigh, her head close to the floor and her toes barely touching the floor on the other side. He put his hand on her waist to hold her in place and rested his right hand on the seat of her khaki pants.
"Please spank me, sir," she said, when they were both comfortably in place. He was feeling uncomfortable about being called "sir," but since it seemed to be a part of her game, he played along.
He raised his hand and sent a slap across the seat of her pants. He waited a moment, thinking that maybe she would give him a message, through words or body. He was uncomfortable with hitting a woman, and it seemed like he didn't know how to make peace with the feeling. He raised his hand and struck her again, softer than before.
"Keith?"
"Yes?" he said, nervously.
"You seem uncomfortable."
"I've never done this before, Ita. I'm not sure- I'm afraid I'll hurt you," he said.
"May I get up?"
"Yes," he said, and she stood up and brought a chair next to his and sat down in it. She pulled him into a tight embrace.
"You can't hurt me," she said. "I mean, you'll be hurting me, but I want you to hurt me. This is foreplay for me. I want you to spank me, long and hard. If you're going too far or it's too much for me, I'll stand up or I'll tell you to stop. All I ask is that you try it. If you don't like it or you're still uncomfortable with it after tonight, I won't ask you to spank me again."
"Okay," he said, beginning to warm up to the idea. "Maybe you should get right back over my knee, then, young lady."
"Yes, sir," she said, lying in the same position over his knee.
His palm made a soft, rhythmic thumping sound against the seat of her pants. He was quickly rewarded with a few very soft moans. His arousal grew with the frequency of the slaps. He stopped for a moment, fearing that he was getting too excited.
"Sir?"
"Yes?"
"Will you please spank me over my panties?" she said, and he started to understand the game.
"Yes," he said. "You had better pull down your pants, then."
She stood and unbuttoned her pants slowly, looking him in his eyes and licking her lips. He sighed. She wiggled her hips seductively as she pushed her pants over them and let her pants fall to her knees.
"Oh, you're gonna get it," he said, softly.
"I hope so," she said, lying back across his knee.
He spent a few moments caressing her white, panty-clad bottom and the back of her thighs, sighing heavily from his own arousal. Her bottom was so sweet and perfect, bouncing under his striking hand. She began to moan and wiggle a little, rubbing up against his hard manhood.
"Oh, you naughty girl," he half-moaned.
"Yes, sir?"
"I think I should pull down your panties and spank your bare bottom," he said
"Yes, sir," she said, half-moaning. "Please spank my bare bottom."
He forcefully yanked down her panties, exposing her tight bottom, which was lightly pink. The sharp sound of his palm against her bare flesh drove him mad. He spanked her gingerly and felt his hand grow warm as her bottom grew red. Her moaning loudly and crying out added to his arousal.
"Harder!" she cried suddenly and he obliged. A few times he struck the back of her thighs. She was squirming and kicking a little, her bottom turning crimson under his striking hand.
"Oh, god, Ita. I want you right now," he said, and she jumped off his lap and threw herself in his arms, kissing him passionately.